#i mean- i love the high waisted ones too but like. they hide the tummy

[excelsior9173]

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[mushiewrites]

I just thought of this, kinda wake up brain but not really

So we've established that Sapnap is either the sweetest boy or an absolute menace, usually depending on whos his lee at the time. I think at one point George points out that he's always crazy rough with him but super nice and sweet and gentle with Dream (unless he's bratty) however, George can't hand gentle tickles, and Sap knows this. So the next time George let's Sapnap know "he's bored" Sap just holds him in his lap or spoons him and just nuzzles into his neck and ears with his stubble and gives him the nicest, sweetest, gentlest tickles he can and smother him in tickly kisses and compliments just to watch George short circuited, loose his mind and beg for the rougher tickles back. Maybe even apologize for whining about the difference

OKAY WAIT SO @wishitweresummer sent a similar ask before here and then I had expanded on it on another post here from @spook-lee-glitch about how george can't handle soft tks!

it is SUCH a good trope omg

(also I still can't get over the "I'm bored" thing, it never fails to give me ten million butterflies)

of course george would be whining about how sap is cruel to him (despite the fact he absolutely adores it), bc he always wants what he doesn't have and he loves any excuse to complain ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

sap would finish up wrecking him and turn to dream, giving him the softest lil skitters all over his tummy and making the blonde hide in his hands while his giggles go high pitched, and that's when george would point out the difference in how sapnap tks the two. and like i said, he's just complaining to complain, no real meaning behind it other than to annoy the shit out of sapnap, but sap tells george he'll remember it next time. the only issue is, george doesn't

so when george wants tks, he's expecting the type of tkling that drives him to tears in the meanest of ways. he tells sap he's bored, he expects the norm. what he doesn't expect is to be driven to tears in a completely new and unfamiliar way

sap grabs him like he normally would, pulling him down onto the blankets of his own bed and holding george down. the only difference is sapnap is spooning him, not straddling him. george would go to ask what he was doing but he'd be interrupted with the cutest lil giggles bc sap is nuzzling into the side of his neck and slowly moving his head from side to side to make sure his beard and mustache scratch over the sensitive skin of george's ears, too

george would squeal and immediately realize what was happening and make a move to escape, but sap would just hold on tighter and wrap his arms further around george's waist and cuddle him in as close as he can. he would start giving him these lil kisses all over the back of his neck, giggling at george's screams and squeaks (which only further tks george bc the vibrations from saps laughs are no help at all)

"but georgie, i thought you wanted this? i thought you wanted nice tks just like dweam! what happened, hm? be a good lil kitten and relax into the nice tks for me, okay?"

and that's when george would just....completely lose it. sap would be teasing him and complimenting him in the nicest way and george would be going absolutely fucking wild. he can't handle the nice tks. he can't handle the nice compliments! he starts pleading with sapnap to shut up, to stop tkling so gently, to "dohohoho anything ehehehelse, plehehease sap!". but all the pleading does is encourage sapnap to start gently wiggling his fingers over george's very very sensitive ribs, making him buck forward and fling his head back against sap's shoulders

which....only gives him more access to george's very very sensitive neck, specifically the spot on the side of his neck under his ear. sapnap attacks it with the softest lil kisses and george feels tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. sap starts to move his face again to rub his beard against the spot and suddenly george can't form a coherent sentence

eventually he's squirming so much in sapnap's arms that it's hard to keep a hold of him like this. george is pleading - begging - for sapnap to just tk him silly. tk him the meanest he's ever tkled him before!!i he's apologizing profusely, promising to never complain about the intense tks ever again!!!

of course it's not making much sense through his laughter, but sap knows him enough to know what george is asking. and after many MANY minutes of pretending to debate it in his own head, sap finally gives in and tks george until he's a sobbing lil puddle of cackles and hysterics 😇

[33roda]

I’ve been having way too many gorou brainrots ever since I met him 😭

Like just imagine petting his ears and/or stroking his tail. THE WHIMPERS 😫 and imagine only doing that to pleasure him but he’s begging you to touch his dick or fuck his ass. and if he cums from it? he would turn into a huge blushing mess and you’re just over here teasing how he came untouched

And let’s talk about his little tummy. Omfg I wanna kiss it and leave hickies all over it 😫 it looks so soft tdfigurtfiv like hello????? 😳 and his waist is so small too 😩 when you’re fucking him there’s definitely gonna be bulge. he likes it when you fuck him in front of a mirror because he can see that bulge in his stomach and because he can see how much of a mess you make him. Guiding his hand to his stomach so he can feel the bulge 😳 and make him press down on it so he can feel all of you inside him ffufyeygucu. Like just imagine you fucking him full nelson in front of a mirror so he can watch your dick slide in and out of him, so he can see that bulge in his stomach, and watching how much you’re wrecking him. Watching his face contort with pleasure with every relentless thrust you give him, watching his tongue loll out of his mouth with drool slipping down. His loud and desperate moans echoing through the room. Him babbling on and on so much, on how you feel so good inside him and that he loves you so much, so you would have to shove your fingers inside of his mouth to shut him up. He’s not gonna be satisfied with just one round. He wants you to fuck him over and over until he’s filled to the brim with your cum. And when you pull out, all the cum in his ass oozes out because his little body can’t contain that much cum inside of him :( and he’s begging for you to enter him again so the cum doesn’t spill out. and afterwards he’s gonna have to find out how to hide the hickies all over his stomach and chest

also face fucking gorou? 😳 he’s trying to be a good boy and be able to take you without accidentally hurting you with his sharp teeth :( him gagging as you hit the back of his throat with every thrust <333333 you having a tight grip on the back of his head so he’s unable to move so that you can use his mouth as your personal fucktoy.

OR gorou’s the one face fucking you. His breathy moans as he enters your mouth. It’s just so warm and wet, and your tongue just felt so amazing. He could literally just come from entering your mouth. Once he starts moving, he already feels like he’s about to cum. He’s gripping the back of your head so tightly bc it feels so good :( there’s even tears of pleasure springing out of his eyes. And when he comes down your throat? There’s pure bliss in his eyes while he lets out a loud, lewd moan. It takes him a moment to realize that you’re continuing to suck off his sensitive cock. Once he realizes, he’s begging you to stop and telling you how sensitive his is. But how could you believe him when he’s also desperately humping into your mouth? His plush thighs squeezing your head so tightly it was hard to move your head. So you have to force his legs wide open, almost making him do a split (flexible gorou is a yes I mean like imagine him arching his back so high when you fuck him 😳). You’re holding his thighs wide open so you can freely move your head. His thighs and moans get shakier as he’s about to climax. When he does, he turns into a twitching mess. But you’re not gonna stop there. You continue to suck him off as he thrashes around, begging for mercy. You switch from licking, sucking, deepthroating, and sucking only just his tip as he cums for the nth time. You’re not going to be done with him until your stomach is full with his cum (it saves money LMAO a free and tasty meal)

playing with gorou’s nipples 😫 I just wanna suck them so badly. Like sucking on one nipple while pinching and flicking the other. And then switching. The saliva on his nipple makes it so much more pleasurable as you rub and pinch it. And like switching from licking his nipple with the rough side of your tongue to the smooth underside and back to the rough side. He can’t handle the change the texture :( it feels too good for him. His nipples are so hard and erect like his cock. He can’t decided whether he should focus on your tongue or your fingers. His poor cock is already leaking so much pre you would think he already orgasmed. Your free hand moves down to tug and stroke his tail as you continue abusing his nipples. You’re touching everything but his dick and ass :( his back arching so high you’re afraid his spine might snap. Right before his climax, you reached down and stroked his dick and fingered him as you switched to lick the other nipple. Your mouth quickly warming up his nipple while his other one hardening even more as it adjusts to the sudden coldness. After a few strokes and pumps, he came all over your hand. You sat up to see the mess you made out of him. His face flushed, eyes rolled to the back of his head, his knuckles turning white as he grips the bedsheets, his nipples hard with saliva coating them, his stomach splattered with cum, and his body twitching. What a lovely sight <3

also imagine taking gorou from the back but his tail keeps wagging so much and keeps hitting you in your face because he’s just so excited and happy to get fucked by you <3

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Holy shit this was long 😭 this really shows how horny I am 😔

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my uterus doing backflips @ this rn... he deserves to be overstimulated and feel so so good. when you're satisfied with sucking him off, just keep jerking him off and asking him who's a good boy. don't stop touching him until you can hear him say who, loud and clear!

[muffindaddystyles]

OMG I LOVE DOM H THATS INLY SOFT FOR HIS SUB BUT WHEN THEIR BRATTY HE GOES FULL DOM MODE

MELTS AND BOILS OUT OF HORNINESS

Y/N was more of cuddly and clingy tonight.

Wanting nothing but to hide herself in Harry’s chest pawing at his well-built hips with a huff through her nose to be more closer to him, all of it because of his sweet praising for her's while he took her pictures in his phone before leaving for this party he wanted her to be his date— maybe a simple companion she doesn’t know yet where they stand.

She looked too angelic in a baby pink satin slip dress for him not to smother her face in careful dotting kisses and grumbled in feign offend when she pushed him away with her small hand and giggled shyly.

“Y'gonna say no to daddy, Angel?” His daunting tut, blew her pupils into surprise and she rolled her eyes and went to swat his bicep, while her lower abdomen sparkled and tingled with excitement and delight. He likes to play all sweet and precious, but underneath that tentative and “’M putty in my Angels palm,” gooey exterior’s a wicked, mischievous little sneak and satan who likes to see her suffer, basking in the sputtery and fiddly reactions of hers.

Especially in public. Oh he loves it, when he’s intentionally grazing his warm lips against her earlobe to whisper how she’s so good for daddy, darting his tongue out to wet his lips and tease her. He liked taking her out on expensive fancy restaurants and be a filthy prat with his words without a shame making her knees knock into tables, gets her all warm and pink with his little plays like kissing her fingertips one by one and slipping them slowly into his mouth, kissing the dribbles of ice-cream from her chin and murmur hotly against her cupid bow, “Hmm. Your peach’s sweeter, moppet.” to feel her squeeze onto his hand that holds her all the time, always having a hand on the small of her back and raking it impossibly low only to get her all squirmy and bashful for him, barking out a laugh when she squeals for he slip it inside her bottoms and snapped them playfully.

He loves to rouse her and make her dip into the haziness, then has an audacity to sharpen a finger at her and grunt at her, “Behave.” When she copied his vicious actions back.

Saying this, he was back to chatting his friends and call Y/N bratty how much you want but the impulsive yearn that was bubbling in her tummy skunked over with jealousy, so she chose the better option. To infuriate and arouse him with her risky little play-tactics, in hope he might drag her away and push her into the nearest washroom and tell her to suck onto daddy’s cock— then swat her hands away harshly and fuck her little watery mouth himself.

So. When she tried to be as sly as possible pretending to drop something on the ground and then bent to have her ass, clad in silk lacies peeking for him teasingly. Harry noticeably gets a bit disgruntled, adjusting himself in trousers and shifting to yank her back to pull her against his chest with a displeased frown.

This time he didn’t tell her to behave making her pout awfully whiny up at him and getting her even more frustrated by smiling down at her as if nothing happened.

Though, the smile’s one of the sinister pressed jaw bbreakin-ly to stop him from gritting his teeth and land a hard stingy slap to her bum right infront of everyone.

Y/N stomps her feet which indeed gains his attention but he chooses to ignore it, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her closer to his side without even sparing a glance down at her.

Alas. Y/N has waved white flags of defeat considering no-amount of teasing and battiness would break his resolve – one the many things she’s envious of him in their little escapade of naughtiness, is Harry got a hellish of self-control, no wonder that’s one of the reasons he’s her dom.

“Where y'going?” He asks through a smile that was gleamed at his childhood bestfriend and not Y/N, she gulps down the lump of bitterness down her throat–- tone high-pitched in her mumble from the unbelievable achiness between her thighs and all she wants to do’s claim him hers, with deep red bites at his sweet pulse and the front of his throat’s bump.

She has no-idea in the flying fuck, what she’s stammering about, “Ni. Ma–. . . maybe he’ll be a better dom than you.” Ouch. Harry’s veins boils with spleen and indescribable outrage, his face sculptures into a fierce indignation–- out of his realization staring down at her blankly.

For a moment though Y/N feels an immense guilt pour down her head like cold icy water, cause all he’s been to her is sweet and caring telling her how precious she’s for him and how he’s gonna make love to her once they come back home.

She tends to say rubbish in her floatiness but never she has ever doubted him and her eyes gets all swimy, hands rushing up to cradle his face not caring if there’s a gathering around them – though she retreats when he doesn’t let her and to play nice with him has become a none to never option, atleast for tonight when he sets his eyes back on his friend, Y/N’s shoulders slump and shrugs; her head perks up immediately after when he’s bidding them byes and her inners fill with excitement and anticipation to just go home.

. . .

Her panties pools with arousal when he spreads his thighs apart, patting his meaty flesh with a skewered annoyance, “On daddy’s lap, bum out,” With gleeful little nod she’s stumbling her way towards him and he’s not pawing at her hips to lay her down and shove her face into the mattress, keeping his hands to himself quite for a moment before pondering if it’s the right punishment seeing how her panties are already twisted, she shrinks into herself at his cold demeanour wiggling a little to adjust.

Don’t get her wrong. She loves having him gentle and sweet and tentative, pressed so tight she could feel each lull and thump of his heart. Feeling him crush her under his weight with each thrust of his’s overwhelming each of her pores with so much love for him—- sometimes she imagines him to be rough with her, when he grabs and holds and bite her to leave her sore and whiny next day. Pinning her thighs roughly and fucks into her so fast and hard and deep .. god so deep she feels him in her tummy and her pussy swallows down onto him wetly.

He bunches her dress up her spine, strokes her cheek lovingly, plucking at her waistband and touches the soft supple skin then realizes how and why they ended up here.

Her body relaxes into him, nuzzling her nose into his knee and thinks he changed his mind and is out of fumes, will now fuck her nice and warm until a very, disrupting startling swat to her bum makes her gasp and she jerks against his bicep that’s holding her place in now, “Tha’ hurt!” She whined, pouting even though he couldn’t see it because his hold’s firm on her and if it stung didn’t mean she wants to stop him – it’s sparking the tingles in her pit wanting for more.

“’S supposed to,” He grabs onto her hand that tries to reach behind and rub the sting away, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished right?” He doesn’t wait for her short nod and gives another firm slap to her right cheek and she feels it jiggling under his calloused palm.

“Words!” He growls, she feels small and little in his lap and she’s loving it – knowing he’d immediately stop if she’d accentuate any discomfort, “Was mean. Teased daddy and ...” She mewls when he kneads her blushed skin and clucks his tongue at her, something so dominating and domineering about him in a way she wants to obey him and listen to him quite oddly now after so much wreck havoc—- her noise strangling inside herself out of embarrassment and utter shyness; that she hurt him.

“...and daddy doesn’t likes to be teased.” He says derisively, blunt nails scratching her thighs to raise goosebumps on her skin.

“Ought to teach ya a lesson, didn’t I? You’d be still a filthy brat if it wouldn’t hurt.” He slithers his long fingers under her chin and grabs it, makes her look up at him– giving a light slap to her parted lips when she refuses to look him in eyes.

She's puckering her spit coated lips to suck his digits in her mouth and shallow her cheeks around them, grousing when he removes them out of her reach and she melts into his palm when he gives her two more spanks one after another between her asscheeks quick and hard and rolls his thumb painfully closer to where her little hole is clenching.

Might, in other cases, he'd have cooed at her and caressed her bottom, murmuring, “Such a soft little thing,” and “Moppet y'did so good for daddy,”

“Turn over.” He elevates her with his knee, rocking her on his bulge teasingly and loops his arm around her waist to finally help her up.

The sea foam glazed eyes peering down at her with such intensity makes Y/N chase for his lips eagerly and she cries out when he backs away, “Daddy no ...” Her complain is dropping to a low whimper as Harry strokes his thumb over her bottom pouty lip, creaming her panties and pricking the balloon of exhilaration in her tummy -- she’s a bit upset he hasn’t called her pet names at all and he still thinks she’s bad and hasn’t learned her lesson.

She did! She’s good!

“Maybe if you weren’t so mean,” He cups her bum, breath hitching for a moment when she hisses, lifts her up and glides her panties down, “I would’ve eat your cute pussy out earlier.” He utters, nose burrowing in her neck when she tries to get rid of the panties to be good for him, “Perhaps only really good girls gets their peach eaten . . ‘cos they really deserve it, dunno?”

Her head bows against his chest, feeling unexpectedly too small and disheartened as she murmurs kittenishly clutching his sides and blinking up at him in desperation with glossy lashes, “’M good daddy. Aren’t I?” He let a small smile tick his dimples which went unnoticed by her, of how much haziness and subbiness she has gone under.

He sponges his lips to her collarbones, a whimper scrapes from her throat from where her hands are pressed to the seam of his slacks, while he leans back undoing his buttons.

His cock twitches and akin to it his face warm pink and happy at the noises she creates once he’s out and he grasps her wrists and tugs her forward, “I’m your good girl.” She takes a huge weepy sigh leaning herself to get his cock inside her without seeming bad— because she wants to be good and she’s needy and achy at the same time.

“Your sore and stingy bum would say otherwise, Bunny.” He grins, and a groan rattles in his chest when he swipes his fingers up her folds to inspect her and she’s dripping thickly.

“Fuck. Sucha tight pretty hole f'me.” He murmurs. Helps himself ease inside wet, tight hole and holds himself from making both of them flop back into sheets when she fits around him velvety and snug, his balls pressed to her bum.

She goes to loop her elbows around his neck to smush herself into him and to muffle any inhumane noises she’ll create-- too afraid she’d sob out for being in such a vulnerable state, rather, he hooks his fingers around her wrists securely and holds them behind her spine.

“Bounce on my cock, Bunny.” He orders and she mewls, realizing he isn’t done with her and knows she tires herself too early whilst ridding him and ends up grouching and huffing.

She complies. Feeling herself stuffier and stuffier, she soaks his cock utterly slick with each of his throb inside her and she always loves how he gets more stiff once inside her like it’s the best place he wants to be in and she gazes with hooded eyes to where she has created the slide for him easier, as her pussy squelches around him with his each buck and rough thrust.

“Aah! Ah!” She cries, nibbling onto the fading love-mark on his neck when he slips his hand between their bodies to roll her clit, “Yes, yes. Right there daddy!” He tips her chin to wrap his mouth around her swollen bitten lip and suckles on it murmuring.

“Here yeah? Is daddy’s cock nice and big, hitting your spot good, fuckin’ my baby’s spots good.”

She pouts up at him, chest heaving from all her work and he brushes her hair behind, “Apologise fo’ being naughty and you might get to cum,” She wastes no time, body stretching in arched bow with his slam of hips into her.

“I’m sorry, for being naughty and misbehaving!” She blubbers slumping onto his chest.

He pats her bum, groping it to help her fuck her cunt down his heavy prick and he whispers gutturally in her ear, “Keep going bunny. I could feel ye' pussy squeezin' me s'bloody tight.” He fucks her sloppily circling her sensitive nub twice, thrice until she’s gushing all over him in a heavenly manner thrashing in his arms and not able to screw down any moans and noises.

His own orgasm follows her. Pouring her hole with a heavy cum-load and his grip from around her wrists loosens up, falling on his sides and crinkling the sheets while he stuffs his nose into her shoulder hill thighs jerking under her.

They stay, like that for some seconds, covered in sheen and possibly eachother’s sweat— his recovery was too livid he didn’t heard soft sniffles against his cheek and his chest immediately suffocates up when he draws Y/N away to be met by her glassy drunk pink eyes, lower lip wobbling awfully sad.

“Daddy I’m sorry, I’m bad, I’m so sorry daddy —...” Her jumbled apologies gets lost into her violent sob that knocks her chest and she gasps, bursting wide pupils locked to Harry’s panicked ones and he quickly cradles her face shaking his head furiously, “No baby. You’re my good girl, me best girl.” His tone honest and loving and adoring.

“No! I hurt you ....” She trembles, hiding her face into her elbow and Harry pulls it away, he moulds both of his palms against her teary warm cheeks and lulls her face with all of the endearment he holds for her in his heart.

“I didn’t mean it daddy, promise.” She sulks, fear swimming in her eyes shattering Harry’s heart into infinite pieces and he scolds himself for it, terrified he went too harsh with her, “I know bunny. I know."

“Now come back to me, Angel. Harry misses you. Wanna have me Angel bac—...” Her babbling takes over his coaxing and she hiccups, head a mess of vivid thoughts and doubts, “I got jealous, don’t like it when you look at your friends the same way y'do to me,” He wasn’t. He could never see someone in the same light and same affection and adoration he sees his lovie, since, she was gone under the foam of dizziness too much and neglected of his attention it seemed like that to her and Harry’s beating himself for making her feel like it.

“I...I know, shouldn’t. ‘M sorry, but I love you so much daddy . . .” More tears springs and falls from her eyes. Her crying confession leaves Harry appalled and shocked, butterflies swarming in his tummy and his hands stays limp on her side before he ponders that’d make her over-think he doesn’t wants to touch her so he instantly rubs his hands up and down her arms, mouth guppies many time to stutter out something.

They hadn’t exchanged ‘I love yous' yet. He knew they’d. He wanted it be when they’d be all cuddled and he’s pecking her all where and making love to her, not when she barely knows about her presence and is too floaty to have her feet on ground.

“I love you too. I love you too, so much baby, fuck.” He presses his forehead to hers, nosing her softly and gently and then smashes his lips against hers in a deep humming kiss instead of answering when she blinks up at him startled asking, “You do,” So innocently that Harry had to kiss his love and feel the taste of sex on her mouth and suckle on her tongue to drive her mind away from deprecating herself.

“Wanna have my Angel, back. Please? Pretty please?”

“No more mad?”

“Could never be, you my baby.”

“Can I keep you inside me for sometime? I’ll be good.” She murmurs sleepily, Harry wraps his arms around her and snuggles her into his chest, “My cock’s all yours pretty girl.” He soothes her back. Waiting patiently for her breathing pattern to go back to normal.

“Thank you.” Her voice sobering up, cracking the cocoon of fog where his Y/N rests and the moment she’d be out, he’s gonna kiss her love for him out of her lips.

[bokutoslittlebird]

miya twins and their 19 year old virgin little sister, samu probably caught you trying to fuck yourself and let your dildo be your first since a lot of your friends are teasing you for being a virgin and then atsumu caught you red handed, watching porn. and what would happen if one of them got you preggo? too horny to even think about anything, sorry birdie-san ㅠㅡㅠ

DIVINE. DELICIOUS. you know that audio with the cats? That was me when I read this

Warnings : pregnancy, cunnilingus, f. masturbation, porn video (briefly), a pink dildo, dubcon, incest, manipulation

It’s your nineteenth birthday and while you had a wonderful party with your family, you still feel so young and small. Your brothers are both attending colleges for their own career paths, but you’ve just got out of high school and have no idea what you want to do! You’ve been babied by your brothers, so you don’t have a clear view of the future for yourself that doesn’t include Atsumu and Osamu by your side.

One thing bothered you though: you were still a virgin. Thanks to your brothers, boyfriends were a foreign concept to you. All your friends lost their virginities before their birthdays, but your last friend lost her virginity on her birthday, a present from her boyfriend. You were slow to coming to the party and you told them you’d have lost it by the time your birthday came around, even getting a boyfriend!

A boyfriend quickly discarded by the brooding brothers of yours. A sneer from Atsumu and a glare from Osamu had his tail between his legs. Truly, a shame. You knew your friends would tease you again for the lack of a boy in your life, so you decided to, uh, pretend. A dildo was similar to a penis, right? That’s why they existed.

You didn’t know it’d be so hard! You have to have an orgasm to properly lose your virginity, that’s what your friends said. Pumping the silicone piece into your tiny cunt was harder than expected, only fitting half in before you started to pump it. It sent a tingling down in your tummy, but it was more effort than expected. Noises or frustration mingled with your forced moans, whining as your wrists started to hurt.

Osamu was doing his homework when he heard you make a noise of frustration, huffing and puffing. He didn’t pay too much attention to it, but then you made a similar noise. So, time to investigate. He wouldn’t want you to exert so much energy, you’re his baby sister! He expected to see you trying to get something off a high shelf, your shirt riding up to show your smooth stomach or you to be under your bed, shorts-clad— even better, panty-clad rump in the air. He did not expect to see you on your bed, legs spread and pumping a pink silicone dildo into your cunt. If only that was his—

“‘Tsu- ‘Tsumu,” you moan out, biting on your lower lip. Osamu’s mouth drops into a frown, growling at his twin’s name dropping from your mouth. You turn to look at the door, suddenly opened only to be slammed shut.

A startled gasp makes him stop in front of you, eyes burning with an unknown desire. “‘Samu! What’re you doing?” He just looks at you, eyes glancing at your hand still between your legs. Your eyes go down, shame burning in your face. “I’m trying to be a big girl. I wanna lose my virginity,”

“Why didn’t ya ask me?” He asks, putting his weight on your bed. You panic and close your legs, moving the dildo out of you. “And why ya callin’ out ‘Tsumu’s name? Huh? Am I not good enough?”

“N-No! That’s not it! ‘Samu, you’re scaring me!” You cry out, his large hands spreading your legs. Your puffy pussy is fully on display for him, his eyes noticing the lack of slick. “Don’t hurt me!”

“I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m gonna help. Wanna be a big girl? I can help,” he says. He doesn’t move, though, waiting for your permission. Even though you’re hesitant — he’s your brother! You’re nodding your head, fingers soon finding themselves in Osamu’s darkened hair. He stopped dying it, so it’s completely natural again. His face is buried in your cunt, lapping at your folds as your moans aren’t forced, head thrown back as Osamu tongue fucks you. When he sticks two fingers into you, he doesn’t expect you to be so wet, a drastic difference from moments ago. He moves to wrap his lips around your clit, walls tightening as you finally release on his fingers and face.

When Osamu comes up, he’s licking his lips while you pant. “Did.. did I lose my virginity?” You ask him, tears clinging to your lashes.

“What d’ya mean?” You explain what your friends told you, all while he strips off his shirt and peppers kisses on your stomach, rising your shirt up as he does. “Nah, I gotta cum inside if you wanna lose it. You gonna let me do that?” The no hesitation in the nodding of your head has him grinning, straightening himself as he rubs his hardened cock through his pants. Today, fantasy becomes reality. “Alright, I’ll go slow,”

Even with his slow sinking into you, you’re gasping and clinging to his biceps for dear life, tears staining your pillow as he splits you open. He’s far bigger than the dildo, but the slick from your orgasm makes it much easier for him to slide in. He kisses your cheek, telling you how good you are. It’s the little praise that has you encouraging him to keep going, and he does. He keeps pushing in until he’s bumping against your cervix, almost completely inside of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him locked against you.

“Don’t worry, lil sis. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he shushes, brushing your tears as he stays still. An occasional hiccup has his heart hurting, but he knows you’ll feel good eventually. Well, even if you don’t, he’ll start. When your legs loosen, dropping back to the plush bed, he starts moving. He’s still slow, spreading your walls for his thick cock as you continue to adjust. It’s not until you’re begging him for more does he pick up the pace, slamming his hips against yours. He has to cover your mouth so you don’t alert the whole house he’s fucking you, your screams of pleasure coming out. They’re muffled, but he can hear how much you’re enjoying it. It urges him to go even faster, grunting as he chases his own high.

Another screams rips from you, walls tightening as you cream on his fat cock, eyes rolling as toes curl. It’s enough to send Osamu over the edge, groaning as he buries himself even deeper inside, pumping you full of his cum, you milking every drop. He kisses you, your panting mouth perfect for him to give you a passionate kiss, staying deep inside you. He breaks the kiss, “I love ya, little sis,”

“Love you, too, nii-san,” you smile, kissing him again.

It’s all you ever wanted, to be a big girl. It also brings you and Osamu closer together, you often bouncing around the idea to help him in his shop once he gets it set up. When you go into his room, the door locking behind you, you miss the way Atsumu glares. He has a feeling you’re not studying with Osamu, but there’s nothing to suggest otherwise.

Well, when Osamu is late from coming back from college, Atsumu is the only one home. It’s a small breath of fresh air, relaxing his tired muscles after a long practice match. When he hears small grunts and moans from your bedroom, he goes to investigate. You shouldn’t be home, let alone have anyone with you. The creaking of the floorboards doesn’t stop the noises from your room, Atsumu’s curiosity spiking. Peeking into your open door, he sees you on your back, legs spread open as your laptop plays an obscene video, the moans and grunts coming from the speakers. Your occasional moan is muffled by the shirt hem in your mouth, but it’s dropped when you moan out Osamu’s name, eyes rolling back as your fingers work on your clit.

Atsumu glares at the mention of Osamu’s name, shutting the door that has you jumping and struggling to explain yourself. “Ya think ‘Samu’s better than me? Is that it?” They’re so similar, it’s striking. The hungry eyes, full of anger and lust, they look so much like Osamu’s, but the light blond hair reminds you it’s Atsumu. “What’re you- Yer watchin’ sibling porn? Thinking of your big brother? ‘S that it?”

“No, it’s not what you think, ‘Tsumu!” Unlike Osamu, Atsumu’s one to take what he wants. He moves the laptop off the bed, spreading your legs as you squirm and struggle. “Lemme go!”

“Brats like you need to be put in place, don’t’cha know? You’re fucking soaked, getting off on your big bro that much?” You’re crying and still trying to kick him off, but it just turns him on even more. You’re still innocent and so naive in his eyes, it’s nothing for him to just take that from you. His cock is already hard, begging to sink into your warm depths. “You gonna let me fuck you? It’ll be like that video you were watching,”

You’re shaking your head, pushing at his chest as he leans down to press kisses to your neck. “C’mon, lil sis. I’m not gonna hurt ya. You trust me, right?” It’s a question that has your movements stopping, glossy eyes looking at Atsumu. He’s smiling, your big brother not showing any hint of malice. You sniffle, his thumbs swiping away the silver droplets on your cheeks.

“As long as you promise not to hurt me, okay ‘Tsumu?” You ask him, big doe eyes of innocence as you look at him. He grins and kisses your lips, licking your bottom lip. A whispered breath of ‘wouldn’t dream of it’ is all you hear before his mushroom head is pushing at your entrance. He’s just as big as Osamu, but it’s still hard to take in. You’re nice and slick, though, Atsumu notes. All from watching some incest porn, it’s almost funny to him how all you had to do was ask, no reason to hide it! Him and Osamu have been dreaming of keeping you all to themselves, there’s no reason for you to hide your desires.

Once he’s bottomed out, he doesn’t let you adjust, immediately pulling out to thrust back in. It’s sharp and rough, knocking the air from your lungs as your head gets thrown back. Atsumu’s quick to attach his lips to your neck, sucking the flesh and digging his teeth into the skin. It’s a way to show he’s claimed you, as if he doesn’t plan on coming inside. That’s his goal — mark you inside and out. With your arms above your head, grasping the pillows, there’s no reason for him to not. Licking his thumb, he presses it to your clit and flicks it, sending shockwaves through you as you scream and cream around his cock, thighs tightening around him. He’s not too far behind you, rutting against you as he paints your insides white, sending you into another orgasm, juices spraying against his abdomen.

“Lookie there! You just squirted all over me,” he chuckles, rubbing your shaking thighs. You’re overstimulated, so he doesn’t push another round. There’ll be time for that later.

A week later, you find yourself in a dilemma when your clothes won’t fit. Worried about gaining weight, you confide in your big brothers who give you a test. “Just pee on it. It’ll tell you if you’re overeating,” they said. They’ve never lied to you before! When those two lines pop up on the plastic tool, you show it to them, confused. They tell you you’re pregnant, but then comes the question. Who’s the dad? Really, does it matter? They have a lot of love to give you and they’re twins. Your child is gonna look like both of them no matter what.

[echo-of-sounds]

pregnancy

Small headcanons of how Aizawa, Toshinori, Hizashi, Fatgum, Gang Orca, and Hound Dog would be through your pregnancy.

I don’t write about giving birth (as I’m mildly terrified of doing so) so I didn’t add anything about that. Please don’t ask for me to. And even though I’m not interested in getting pregnant, I think I’d be okay with it if Kugo or Ryo were the father.

EDIT: I love picturing all of these men with little girls. It’s just so cute!

Warnings: uh, pregnancy

Aizawa Shouta

Shouta isn’t one to jump for joy when you tell him. However, you will get to see his handsome smile when he grabs your waist, breathing out a light laugh of happiness as he tightly hugs you. His smile won’t disappear for a while. Every time he glances at you, one simply finds its way onto his face.

It may not be by a whole lot, but his behavior changes. Just a little. When you’re out and about, his hand finds its way to your back or elbow much more often, particularly in a crowd. It’s the paternal instincts kicking in. His favorite cuddling position, laying between your legs with his head on your stomach, becomes harder the farther along you are. He adjusts to laying behind you, keeping a hand on your tummy throughout the entire night.

Shouta hides his worries well. Even the people closest to him have a tough time telling what exactly is going on with him. Sometimes, it’s a good thing. He’s a stable person to lean on. But it’s difficult to deal with when you’re hormonal and emotional. He pushes himself so hard to speak more. There’s no way of him understanding everything you’re going through, but when he opens up, he can tell just how much you appreciate it during the tough times. So he does it near-daily, checking in with each other before bed.

He hates how busy his life is. Well, he’s always kind of hated it. Now it’s worse because his partner’s pregnant, and he’s stuck in a room with screaming children when he should be bringing you to your appointments. Shouta attempts to make up for the absence by heading home every night and helping around the house more. Step in. Explain how you value his help, but also need him to relax. If he gets overworked, that would only stress you more.

Shouta changes his eating habits and fitness routines. He wants you to eat well for yourself and your child. He wants you to keep exercising for yourself and your child. He simply wants your body to be healthy. Don’t grumble because he’ll throw your complaining back in your face when the Lamaze coach explains how important physical health is. But don’t worry, his cute smile makes up for the teasing.

Yagi Toshinori

Toshinori is starstruck. Too many thoughts flood and fight. He loves children and has always wanted a family. Being able to father one with you is indescribable. And he never thought the universe would grant any of that. On the flip side, his fear is also undefinable. People know who he is now; who knows what’s out there, waiting to expose All Might’s weakness. The rapid thoughts may bring a tear or two. Cup his face and kiss them away, reassuring him that everything’s okay.

The fears follow him throughout your pregnancy. Like all things (with you and him), there are good days and bad days. His emotions ramp-up during your emotional and physically unwell days. He tries his best to push them down to focus on you. But they eventually end up spilling over. It’ll be common for both of you to cry at the end of the day, snuggled together, talking about the future, worries, and anticipations.

In general, Toshinori isn’t that protective. He trusts you and your abilities. Just because you’re pregnant, doesn’t mean you’re suddenly disabled. You can still do things. Although, he does become a bit of a helicopter. Whenever you bend over to pick up a bag, he beats you to it. He swoops the laundry basket from your hands, claiming, ‘You shouldn’t be lifting heavy things,’ despite it not even being ten pounds. He’s just very watchful of your movements.

He’s very active in dieting, doctor’s appointments, and planning. He eats well, so it’s easy for him to aid you in that respect. For doctors, he has quite a lot of contacts and knows many doctors from his time in the hospital. He asks around, only accepting the best for you. Planning, shopping, and setting up the nursery are his favorite parts. He loves choosing the sweetest colors, softest blankets, and, of course, all the adorable All Might onesies, toys, and superhero books he can find. The nursery is set up perfectly.

Toshinori doesn’t admit how incredibly your pregnant body enchants him. It isn’t always a horny, sexual need. It’s about admiring your body and what it’s creating. He just wonders at you. All the time. Sometimes the changes may make you feel insecure. He’s always there to listen and assure you how amazing your body is. If you want cuddles and kisses, he’ll give them with a smile. If you want gentle lovemaking, he guides you onto your back and gives you exactly what you want.

Yamada Hizashi

Expect a loud song of love, a bear hug, and jumping for joy when you tell him. Hizashi loves kids. He thinks they’re amazing and say some of the greatest things. And he’s beyond excited to see their quirk. Of course, it doesn’t mean he’ll love them any less if they’re born quirkless. He just loves imagining a little one with a similar quirk running around your place.

He is all about redecorating and planning. The entire apartment is getting babyfied and rearranged. The nursery will be beautifully painted. He regularly comes home with cute outfits and stuffed animals. Partly, it’s because he’s just so excited. The other part is he wants you to relax through the pregnancy. No stress, pressure, and unnecessary burden on your shoulders. He’s there to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible.

Hizashi doesn’t just spoil your unborn child; he spoils you, buying you those pregnancy pillows, your favorite ice cream, driving you everywhere, etc… He just hates how much time his jobs take. He’d rather spend his time with you. To help, he’ll ask for time off of patrols, choosing to be closer with you, physically, mentally, and emotionally, during your pregnancy.

In the later months, Hizashi is all over you. Seriously, he will not leave you alone. He’s very handsy, kneading and licking your swollen, sore breasts, and stroking your belly. Your body, and everything it’s doing, is utterly gorgeous to him. He’ll suck away, gently nursing on your nipple while dozing off to Tv, occasionally switching to the other so it isn’t left needy.

Toyomitsu Taishiro

When you tell Taishiro, you’ll only be able to get out a few words before you’re lifted off your feet and spun around. He smooches all over your face, laughing and cheering about how amazing and perfect and stunning you are. You’ll have to ask to be put down lest you get sick from all his spinning. But his compliments keep coming. They won’t dwindle for a while. There’s just too much love in his body to keep inside.

Whatever you’re craving, no matter if it’s pineapple dipped in ketchup, he gives without complaint. He may try some of your odd combinations. Who knows? You could be on to something new. At the same time, he also watches out for your health. The cravings suck. He understands that. He truly does. But if you ate something sweet/not as healthy for lunch, then he plans a healthy dinner for you. Your body’s going crazy. It needs its nutrients.

Your worries are always taken seriously. It could be the most absurd thing to be anxious over. Tai always listens. His cute smile and never-ending positivity help a ton. Your body and brain are going through a lot. He’ll do his part to validate all your feelings. He talks down the anxieties as you eat pickles on ice cream, making sure you are and feel heard.

Since he works one job compared to the others, he’s able to be with you much more, notably during the hard-to-handle days and at appointments. And he picks up extra chores so you can rest through aches and pains. Any choices you make regarding your pregnancy and birth, he supports. He may not agree with everything, but he loves you, and it’s your body. He’ll always put your comfort and wishes first.

Tai treasured your tummy before. But now, seeing you growing with his child, he’s absolutely enraptured. He places nightly and morning kisses on your belly. When he wakes you up, his kisses trail down to the bump. Every night, he rubs lotion into your tummy, kissing and cooing to his child. It doesn’t matter if you’re only one week pregnant, and it’s just a clump of cells in there. Tai still sings to them.

Gang Orca

Kugo is in disbelief when you tell him. He freezes, staring, hardly hearing your words. Give him five minutes. He’ll process what you said and snap back to the present. Watch out because you’re going to get lifted high into the air and maybe tossed like a father does a baby. He’s just practicing. It’ll only take one or two days for him to slip into paternal mode. It’s damn near instinct for him.

As per usual, he’s a gentle paragon behind closed doors. Throughout your pregnancy, he melts into a puddle of sweet honey. His overall affection skyrockets. His hands and claws are as tender as possible whenever they touch you, doing whatever you need him to: massaging your back and legs, rubbing lotion all over, or brushing your hair. He reassures you through tears. He prepares healthy meals that satisfy your cravings. And he holds you all night, keeping you safe on his chest and in his arms.

Kugo goes to every single checkup and appointment. It doesn’t matter if it’s just an ordinary visit to your primary care doctor; he calls out of work and goes with you. At any ultrasounds, expect a few tears, especially when you hear the heartbeat for the first time. He holds them in until you’re alone. The second the door closes, his forehead is nudging yours as small, loved-filled tears fall. He never thought he’d get a family. Part of him thought he didn’t deserve a family, but you’ve proven that false repeatedly.

The farther along you are, the more he watches out for you. He checks in every morning to make sure you took your medicine and vitamins. He washes you so you don’t strain yourself. If you’re waddling, he offers his arm for support and helps you stand. If your back hurts, he applies a heating patch to your lower back and puts your shoes on for you. If you need it, he can carry you to the car and into where you’re going.

As does everyone, Kugo has doubts about his quirk and abilities. People have always viewed those with mutations differently. And it can affect their health, leading to numerous doctor visits and tests. He doesn’t want his baby to deal with the staring, whispers, self-doubts, and distress he did. To support him, talk in detail about his fears and help him realize he’s never disappointed you or hurt anyone. Kugo’s exactly how he should be.

Hound Dog

Ryo doesn’t have a tail, but you’ll definitely see a little happy wiggly before he hugs you. The following week, he keeps you close as he acts differently: rubbing up against you to ensure you smell like him, touching your nose with his, lapping along your neck, sleeping incredibly close, and occasionally smelling between your legs, licking the air around there to smell better. It’s awkward, almost weird, since it isn’t average ‘human’ behavior. But if you love him, let him do it. Please. Understand his nose works differently. It reassures and comforts him to smell you, checking in to see if anything’s changed.

Ryo gets protective when you’re on your period: When you’re pregnant, it’s so, so incredibly worse. He hovers, grumbling low at those walking by. Others barely hear it. It’s intense enough for you to feel it when he’s behind you. He doesn’t like people running up to you, or startling you, or roughhousing or playing in any way. He’s lenient with children, less with teens. Women get a deep growl and scowl. God help any man that approaches you. You might have to have him wear his Hero outfit’s muzzle until you give birth. Though, that might not help because then he’d be protective of two people.

It’s only the teensiest amount better at home. He makes you rest, almost too much. After work or some time outside, he shuffles you to the couch so you can’t overwork yourself. He’s a pleasant change of pace from his typical gruff self. However, as great as he is at the physical needs, he still struggles with the emotional aspects. You can cry on his shoulder, complain, and talk about your worries all you need to. He’s just a bit clunky when it comes to reciprocating the soft emotions. But he puts all his heart into it, and it’s easy to tell.

Ryo is also one who loves pregnancy sexy. You’re swollen and sensitive, and he loves watching your breasts bounce, maybe even leak a little depending on how far along you are. And since you’re already pregnant, he releases and stays inside. After, he lays behind you, keeping himself deep in you despite being flaccid, just feeling how wet and aroused and full you are because of him. When the heated moment is finally done, he licks you clean, nearly getting drunk off your smell.

[sugar-petals]

sub!Yuzu | nsfw alphabet

🌹 NOTE ⇢ content for our fave figure skater, the legend himself. mr. yuzuru hanyu is 1000% dom candy and i’m here to honor it at length ⛸

— WORDS. 5k

tags + warnings. dom/sub dynamics, femdom!reader, role reversal hc, smut, kinks, cum play, spanking, sex toys, very freaky yuzu, kitten play, mdlb, crying kink, food play, prostate orgasms, bondage, some deeper stuff & angsty bits, asthma mention, aftercare

  A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Once the cat ears come off, who is Yuzuru Hanyu not to remain in character for a while. For the shits and giggles, and because it’s cozy. Once a catboy, always a catboy, it’s the law of the land. Curling up, kneading at you for the head pats and massages, you know the programme. 

Also: Yuzu is famously soft-spoken and always finds the right thing to say. So, stimulating conversation for the cooldown. This is literally so nice. He’s unafraid to reflect everything in detail, say what he preferred, what you could change up together, what he wants to try next. The afterglow is not just physical, as in you give him something to drink, it’s 70% verbal which is very important to him as a consistent habit.

Of course, not to forget: Always gotta have a Winnie Pooh plushie ready. He embraces it readily and, as we know him, does some roleplay right then and there. Yuzu, professional cutiepie he is, is the kinda sub who treats all plush and pillow stuff as alive and breathing. You as his domme are in on the play and also treat his things as holy as they are to him. That Yuzu lets you into that world is the biggest compliment you can possibly get. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

We all know Yuzu’s godly ass and thighs. Or the staggering waist and beautiful black hair that makes him a total bombshell in his classic comb-back styles. His face is soft and expressive and so damn unique, his legs muscular and long, his back and tummy chiseled, the list goes on and on. Jesus, he has so many great features. All body parts a masterpiece. That are all capable of god-tier contortionism on top of that, gotta mention it in passing. Just so you know if you haven’t seen him bend his every limb into directions you wouldn’t believe are humanly possible. 

Interestingly though. If he chooses, Yuzu picks his feet: They are his most important instrument and weak spot. His ankles are where the magic happens. So, you taking care of them a little would mean the world to him, imagine a candle light massage. Not to worry, no-gross-alert. Yuzu has perfect and cute feet. That’s gonna be a Victorian moment, oh my god I saw his ankles. For his partner, short and simple: He likes a shoulder to lean on. He loves being touchy in general, all body parts are amazing to him. Being in a profession that’s all about the physics, Yuzuru knows about the wonders of the body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Certified king of cumsluts, doesn’t even hesitate. The more, the merrier. If he’s not covered in sticky stuff, Yuzu would be underchallenged. It’s less about the taste, texture or any degradation, for him it’s the playing around with his tongue. Somebody wants his mouth preoccupied. Give the cat his milk. Feed him his own cum mixed with yours. He’s gonna lap at it and swallow.

Since Yuzu’s dream is a mommy domme baking him something, he just loves the smell of dough and hazelnuts and cinnamon and everything — you know what’s coming: Imagine the food play. Nuts indeed. Anything that even remotely looks like a creampie is something he wants to get his lips on. And Yuzu is not the type to be a foodie at all, let that sink in. Sexual-looking food is just too big a temptation, though. And you spoiling him that way... oh my. Surefire way to end up in bed right after. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a butt plug collection. Once almost went on the ice with one in. The more you know. Also— this guy is the kinda type fantasizing to get absolutely railed on a bed of plushies. He has troubles suggesting it to you because he doesn’t want them to get actually dirty. But the idea gets the two of you kind of horny. Sometimes, a thought is better as a fantasy than actually executing it. You can use it for riling up’s sake, whispering it to him during dirty talk. How you’ll bounce on him and ruin him and milk him while he’s splayed out so innocently on your bed. I smell corruption kink. 

Another secret Yuzu keeps is just how much he changed his mind about wanting his partner to control everything in bed. He grew up with a pre-defined ideal type of a cute, nice skater girl who’d let the reins very loosely around him, who he can speak Japanese to because he had problems with English, who is small and someone he will protect. It wasn’t something based on experience and trying things out: It was simply expected of him. People wanted the domineering Yuzuru on ice to be that way in private, and make use of his power, be a man, savior, boss. 

The reality being: He never felt truly as tough on the ice, nor was he gender-conforming in person. In fact, that is what he became famous for, and it reassured Yuzuru very often how people would accept and actually celebrate this side of him. Which is so refreshing, and a sight to see. The side that was dorky, clingy, childish, gorgeous, and cute has always been there, but now he embraces it more as his comfort place. He has to know what he’s doing in his skating programme and show competitive spirit to achieve his dreams, but that’s where it stops.

His former ideals are something people wanted to hear, it was an adaptation of the environment rather than thinking it through on his own. So, years later — oh boy have things changed. Yuzuru no longer defines his ideal type that way, saying whoever he likes is someone he’d be with. What was a fantasy template and filter is now gone and adapted to his newfound, own preferences. Yuzu is comfortably open-minded rather than being a copy to mainstream. He found fun in speaking English, opened up to the world at large, had more girls around him who he could befriend, grew more confident in his stature, and is well aware — turns out he’s the cute one. Who needs to be taken under a wing. He likes strong-minded girls and says if he had a wife, she’d dominate him. Yuzuru secretly wants her to be in charge entirely, she owns his body and soul. Not in daily life where things are just normal and everyone goes about their business. Sexually, where he surrenders instead, and is taken care of.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The tale of an introvert. What he knows — he hides it well. Has eyefucked a whole lot of people and is the type to lust like mad from a far distance, and nobody will ever know. Crushes harder than peppercorns in a mill. If he loves someone, it lingers in his mind every split second of the day, may god have mercy on him. And if you know him: Yuzu aims too high to keep it light and easy and clumsy. He hates being an amateur, he’s terrified of starting out something. He dreads not knowing what to do, how exactly to behave, talk, touch, breathe, respond, negotiate, prepare. That’s a hundred percent like hell to him.

Ironically, he has a natural feeling for it and he’s literally amazing in bed, has a sense for social interaction is all the way cute with something valuable to say. But what he believes is something way different. Yuzuru is a diehard, nervous perfectionist. He can only think of it as a rated performance since his mind usually has to work that way to skate well. His esteem is on a knife edge depending on how well he thinks he does. So, the inevitable: He will shy away from sex altogether. He draws immense skating passion from staying celibate, in fact it’s his success secret, but it still eats him up from the inside and makes him frustrated beyond measure. Not even for the pleasure, since he’s so ambitious that’s almost forgotten about, but for being told he did well. 

That’s how much he believes sex is a drill and capability test. And it’s sad that he thinks it’s like his skating career, racking up points for the impossible things judges want and being in a deadlock when it comes to showing his artistic side. He feels thrown into cold water if he doesn’t know everything beforehand. If he ever works up the courage, which probably won’t happen, he will pay an expert to learn from rather than let something all over the place happen with a random person or even someone he might like. 

Yes, you heard that right. He’d rather see a sex worker than ‘mess up’ his first time according to his sky-high standards. So, Yuzu’s experience remains limited since he’s so 100% do or die, and so anxious, and so torn about social interaction, he doesn’t get how his peers can be playboys and get married and flirt with someone they like and all that. He sort of has an easier time with guys, but girls... he can’t approach. To top it off, he also feels like he’d burden his first time one somebody or embarrasses himself, so he will reject and avoid suitors. Those are usually not the people he crushes so hard on to begin with. It’s bound to be one-sided and he knows, so he will abstain and focus on career and use the cheers of his fans as a substitute.

Truth is, he feels helpless and distant from sex sometimes, especially with his practice-heavy lifestyle and hyper-smart mind, Yuzuru has an intelligence that exceeds what most people can grasp. He’s alone on the ice and Brian as a coach is often the only reference person who truly gets him, and leads him well without being controlling. But that’s professional life. Sexually, Yuzuru is metaphorically: coachless. He surely observed it well when Javier (the #1 ladies man, his opposite) was still active and a social butterfly helping him fit in, but Yuzu would always be worried about his extreme fame and spotless image when introduced to someone fangirling over him. He’d rather prefer someone who comes across as a mentor and solid, loyal-to-death person to look up to. So he would do anything to have someone benevolent like that. Most girls would expect him to be the sex god and expert, but he knows that’s only half of the story and based on his characters on the ice. Yuzu crafts these to counterbalance how he really is — withdrawn and indirect. 

Yuzu is extremely calculating and selective, he scans suitors well, protects his reputation, and is mortified of failure. So, he’d rather learn it by the book and from someone he’s not emotionally attached to. In a one-night stand that might also be the case, but he doesn’t know what to expect, and he’s absolutely terrified of sudden sexual vulnerability. He himself often says he values his own struggle between feeling so weak and being strong again 

Besides: He’d have problems squeezing hookups into his schedule and lifestyle, he’d have to cut down on things and create a double life. Plus, Yuzu is famously inept with social interaction up close, he flees the noise and unpredictability. So, it’s better to have a long-term partner. If he doesn’t know something yet, he has it down in one day like the single axel. Definitely counts on his partner teaching him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

We know Yuzu’s signature move is the lean-back Ina Bauer. So, whatever position allows for an arch is the real deal (cough, taking the strap — oh my god his ass is made for it). But anyway, he can pull off anything with that stellar flexibility and core strength. 

If I think about it. Yuzu might like sitting on your lap very much. I know it’s not a sex position, I mean it can be once his inner lapdancer awakens or you use a strap-on, I rather mean... just for some sweet moments and making out. But yeah: Fathom Yuzu gyrating on your like that. Not in an outright lascivious manner or Chippendales style. The Hanyu way, with embellishments and all the grace. This is gonna be a huge turn-on and perfect foreplay position.  

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not much to elaborate here: Yep, Yuzu is true goofball indeed. Really flustered and clumsy when eye-to-eye in missionary, and yet: He’s ultra serious towards the end, there’s gonna be an aggressive staredown before cumming. The feeling gets pretty intense, his duality between silly and ‘yeah, give it to me’ is no joke.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Would probably die from inflammation if he shaved clean under those tight suits and did all these chafe-heavy skating routines. Doesn’t have a lot of body hair to begin with, but for pits and pubes, it’s alive, wild, and decently long. Out of all people, Yuzu cares particularly about aesthetics, but in this case pragmatism will prevail. He doesn’t care too much about it either as long as it doesn’t get in the way of something. Having sex with Yuzu tends to be well um well all about a hundred types of friction so any stubble would be a bad idea.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You haven’t seen a guy in love like that. It’s a figure skater thing for sure. Since he works to portray these sentiments on the ice daily, hardly anybody can play up feelings so delicately and palpably like Yuzuru. Emotion is what his entire career is built on. He knows how to express himself directly, appropriately, intimately. Couldn’t be any more romantic. Yuzu can’t go without it. 

Very passionate, ‘for your eyes only’ kind of atmosphere. Yes, he shows off on the ice, it’s his job (although of course, that word doesn’t really sum up what skating means to him). But private Yuzu is someone you can claim as yours. He will make it clear, he wants to belong to you, he’s yours, dedicated, devotion is the entire point. Less with a slant of what some subs like, very hands-on ownership of a mistress. It’s more emotional. He’s really attached and all smitten. Your private little haven is everything to him. 

Talking about little: Yuzu can be quite a pillow prince sometimes. At least when the initiative doesn’t go back and forth as it frequently does, you often alternate with suggestions and ways of tweaking an ongoing play session. You blindfold him or tie his wrists, He might be standard tired from practice or just fascinated to watch you work your magic on him. 

He also likes music to set the tone for intimacy, who’s surprised. Prepare: Yuzu likes dramatic classical music all the way. He’s probably one of the few people who can make it more than ‘classy’ and definitely more than cringe. He selects pieces very well. This is gonna be a practice template to cum together when the music reaches its peak. Makes the whole thing full of adrenaline.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Lots of fun to him. Would beat it 24/7 if the ice wasn’t calling him. Drowns himself in lube. This guy’s me-time is so rated R, Cardi B would be inspired to remix WAP to wet ass penis as an anthem just for him. A dry dick is a ruined day for Yuzuru, as is a session without teasing his prostate in whatever way he currently fancies. Once he tried it, he never went back. The intensity knocking him out is something that Yuzu thinks about all the time. Strokes like a pro, does all these little moans, can do it forever, loves the feeling, chases the high. Adrenaline junkie on the ice? No different with his hand around his cock. 

Will masturbate everywhere in the house and has to really get his head in the game to make sure he won’t ruin any carpets. So, he always has at least two towels with him. In the kitchen, in front of the TV, in the shower, the bed. Watches his fair share of eclectic porn, he gets really desperate. Especially before you started dating, Yuzu would shut himself in until the lotion ran out. Can jack off to something romantic (he starts crying) or something extreme (he loves shocking himself and ). 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Very curious about sadomasochism. Googles a lot of things that make him hard during the day. Often jawdropped by his research, but once he tries things out with you, nothing can really shock him anymore. Absolutely wants to be collared, it’s his biggest fantasy. Another little secret he has, Yuzu is decked out in skating gloves, right. He wishes he could feel you wearing them, or he keeps them on for sex himself, the lacey transparent ones. Looks especially pretty when his wrists are tied so, major photograpy material. Oh yes, Yuzu likes the camera, he can work it. The guy is photogenic in any position and can strike any angle you want. Your phone background is a new Yuzu snapshot every week already, imagine your gallery, 5800 kinky pictures.  

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I’m gonna say it. The frozen lake out of town, late at night, condoms and lube with you. A quickie that will leave your genitals frozen. Yuzu might get stuck inside you because it’s -15 Celsius. Call that fantasy on ice. Jokes aside: Come on, Yuzu is the biggest ever hermit homebody. The couch will have a bunch of indents after your week-long fucking sessions after he comes home training. Also, at his desk while he does work for university. You ride him, Yuzu studies. Double the ambition. His dick is completely sore. The lake out of town thing might go down, but without sex. Just skating together under the stars, Yuzu doing amazing spins and spirals around you, very very romantic.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Yuzu is a crazed Sagittarius. Have you seen these men? They just want it all. Must be the influence of Jupiter. Zeus was definitely vibing that way. And yes, Yuzu has borderline unhealthy gold medal thinking in bed. He wants to be not just good but damn good with pleasing you. If you don’t have a good time and head home without an orgasm, he’ll consider himself a failure. Yuzu won’t cut himself any slack there. You’d have a hard time changing his ways into something more chill and moderate. Instead, you will see the benefits of rolling with it once you see how improvement fuels him and does make sex really mindblowing.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Couldn’t do things like slapping you, spanking. Yuzu makes for a terrible daddy dom, it’d not suit him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Cum-dripping oral mess, Yuzu is the brave kind. Totally into it, and can’t resist a good blowjob. Will act different afterwards, there’s a lot of erotic tension. “This evening again?” is what those eyes are saying.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Outstanding kinesthetic intelligence. Every inch of his body follows his intent, and yours if you have him take on certain ways of kneeling. Yuzu can do it all, whatever you want. Tantalizing, moderato, overwhelmingly fast. He can take it, he can portray it. And knows the value of a pause like a true connoisseur. Not just when he wants to prevent cumming early, also just because the moment is right. That’s why cockwarming is a staple, as well as you having him wait patiently for kisses. To top it off: If you give him a blowjob, building up the tension by doing nothing is damn effective. The ruined orgasms you’re gonna give him... delicious.

Everything’s gonna have nice transitions as well, no awkward climbing and rolling and tangling limbs. If he gets something from another room that you need, no slouching. The university course as good as the extracurricular activities. Being inconsistent with any subsidiary details? Not in the Hanyu household, he’s keeping it classy. Yuzu feels like if he makes the bridges to new positions even remotely messy, the feeling is killed and it’s as if he’d break character mid-skate. Although he’ll have to practice and refine and test a lot of things because he’s not super experienced and adapting to your own movements is an individualized thing to do, he’s a masterclass of quality, period.

Even when things get fast and heated, nothing feels off. Having that kind of body smartness also means: Yuzu learns by touch, whatever you do. He knows by the way you pull his hair what comes next. How much saliva drips off your tongue when you suck at his neck, he knows how hard you’ll to ravage him in five minutes. This guy observes things you aren’t even conscious of because his physical understanding is just so fine-tuned.

The sense of rhythm, and every skating programme of him will showcase that, unbeatable. Unless his mood is really impacted by something severe, your guy feels it in every bone. He’s an artist, after all, he listens to music all the time. Dissecting rhythms to turn them into movement is what his line of work is all about. The pace will always fit the mood. Everything is precise, but never crude. Instead, the way he moves is dictated by an inherent flow. With little accents that match right with any thrust, like putting his hands on your sides when you’re on top of him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hit it Shakira: Whenever, wherever! He seemingly carries an entire condom factory with him. Or, to be more exact: At least three of them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This one’s a complicated case. Yuzu being reckless on the ice may or may not mirror in your private life. He might need some downtime, so bring out the soft domme stuff. No trial and error stuff, just going through a routine of things you love the most. On the other hand, he always gives it all. This guy’s endurance at your hands is amazing. Advanced kinds of BDSM he will not feel deterred from at all. Rough toys, anal hooks, sounding, whips, why not is Yuzu’s motto. But then again. He has such a confusing mix of innocence and feeling like he’s completely hardcore. You might end up experimenting a lot, but also not daring the leap sometimes because the mood is different. And then rather go for softer hours, where Yuzu will be all shy shy and more bursting with excitement than ever. A good, interesting mix is what I’m saying.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Yuzuru, once he gets a bit of practice to gauge the situation... Viagra on two legs, absolute unexpected powerhouse. You might end up pondering to work out a little and go for a run because this guy is in a consistently outstanding shape to say the least. Olympic athletes are literally hard to fuck with. And since Yuzu is starfishing sometimes (which is very adorable), or he’s in bondage for some time, that presents a further problem: For a second round, he’s full of energy, while you already spent energy. So, you alternate with who’s active, and the other leans back entirely. He has to remind himself since his body is programmed for it: This is no contest — the point is feeling good.

You might ride him reverse cowgirl all the way while you watch TV, and after the overstimulation fades he will eat you out ad nauseam, full course slobbering, sweeping the whole menu. That way, it’s less about keeping up with him, which would be hard for most people not doing sports at his galactic level. He understands, Yuzu knows he’s not normal in that regard, you don’t have to worry. Some exercise still doesn’t hurt, just to further increase the quality of sex anyway.

Then again: Why go jogging and do some laps wasting valuable together time when Yuzu’s lap is the best workout? And running doesn’t guarantee your stamina in bed is perfect even if it does help. You rather wanna manage how to draw out the arousal. It’s a self-control thing, with the goal of having you match up in every aspect as good as you can. In which case, you can count on him to pull it off: Have you seen Yuzu doing jumps side by side with a bunch of female skaters? Copy paste. This guy knows how to synchronize with the ladies.

Something that has to be mentioned beside that, though. Yuzu has asthma since 2 years old, and it’s often a mind thing to him still these days. He doesn’t let it stop him from sleeping with you because as always, he’s not letting anything get in his way. He has learned to live and thrive with it. But you both have to mind the possibility of an attack, he prevents it with inhalers, and the mood plays a crucial role. Yuzu being comfortable and confident is so important to his breathing, and keeping a good rhythm rather than being chaotic in bed. So, you will plan most of your sexual activities rather than improvising. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Would stuff an entire sex shop into his every available orifice. Yuzu is a toy freak, he wants to try everything. Motto: a new one every day. Well, almost. But he can afford it. Buys stuff he uses solely on himself, things you use on him, things he uses solo and you use on him, and as the cherry on top, every possible high end vibrator on the market for you. Any size, too. This bitch will browse through the latest innovations, prepare to get off. He’s obsessed with seeing you use it on yourself. Yuzu owns a separate phone just for videos of you buzzing your clit, and him fingering you for minutes and minutes. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Extremely so. Loves to be a total brat only to get put into his place. He does it so you’ll pull the chin grab on him. He likes getting choked out as a punishment as well. Yuzu also tends to be very around the corner if you will when it comes to soft subbing, he lays over expecting cuddles but doesn’t say so. Buds his head against your chest, nuzzles, and so on. Lighter forms of teasing come to him very easily. Loves to prompt. Roughhousing, banter, favorite thing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Moderately loud because his voice is very very light, but unsurprisingly — he’s just beautiful. What a nice tone. Gorgeous whimpering sounds. And when you go hard on him, voice cracks! And really heavy breathing. What’s gonna be the most striking though is his expressiveness. We know it from the ice and interviews, and he can really amp it up even further. No need for screaming, that face will speak the volumes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You’ll be blessed with him if you have a huge crying kink. Yuzu definitely opens the waterworks every other week in bed. Happy tears, horny tears, relief tears, aftercare tears, orgasm tears, masochist tears, romantic tears, subspace tears, he has it all. He also begs for the type of pain that makes it stream down his face for minutes. He’s touchy-feely all the way and feels like he can really connect with you that way.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His ass twitching is kind of a spectacle, but I don’t have to tell you, do I. Yuzu has muscles for the gods in there. So voluptuous, you can’t call it any other way. Big booty boyfriend, Jesus you can show him off, he loves it. Around the house, he will flaunt them big ole athlete buns in particular, acting like it’s unintended. Um, Yuzu, those are joggings. Smack it, he is sure to moan. 

And may I respectfully mention as well — this guy has some major big ass balls figuratively and literally. How else would someone be motivated to jump a triple axel like it’s nothing. Not kidding, they’re big and round and ugh. His love for tight pants doesn’t help. He knows what your eyes like and dresses just to flex the goods. Screams for more spanking and pinching if you ask me. Yuzu is definitely serving it. Well-endowed, you lucky girl.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Mega horny, ready when you are. On a scale from zero to hundred? Breaching into the 90 percent right there. Yuzu’s hormones are literally insane. On paper he’s 26, but his dick wants the 18th birthday party. Jesus is he gonna be clingy when he’s in the mood. All wrapped around you in a backhug in the kitchen or when you iron a costume of his, and that’s sexy of him. He’s not gonna hide what’s filling out those sweatpants. He’ll desperately grind up against you like it’s Christmas.

Paired with his puppy eyes and little “Do you have some time... I’ll iron this tomorrow” — instant pounce. He’s admittedly a bit hard to keep up with sometimes, though. The reason: With that level of exercise, he has major pent-up energy. That machine is definitely running. Heavy sports changes your hormones, nervous system, and especially blood flow. Now take that to the scale of his performances and regimens? That equals a firework of horny. No wonder he masturbates all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes some time. He cools down, sweats it out, chugs water. However, don’t underestimate how tired Yuzu can already be. His daily routines and competitions have a toll on him. Ironically, he’s not a deep sleeper, however. Yuzu might toss and turn and have sudden energy bursts, or ideas, or gets hungry. So, he needs his plushies, he needs a weighted blanket, warm pajamas, a hot cup of his favorite warm drink, a light snack, and you by his side. Spooning him excessively and sometimes even humming to him. Yuzu looks like a certified angel on his pillow, his well-deserved rest from everything is so important, too.

NOTE - hope i could indulge you, thank you for reading!

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Cloud 39

Pairing: Aran Ojiro x f!eader

Tags; big strong greek god aran (like 7ft tall in his human form), sacrilegious undertones(?), oral sex f!receiving, body worship f!receiving, possessive tendencies, size kink, anal fingering spit, snowballing, dacryphilia, choking, kinda angst at the end

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a/n: happy birthday to my man!! And thank you for help with the header pic !!! @selfishwitch​

18+ Minors DNI

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Your body splayed out across his, arms wrapped around his neck while his large hands held you close, leaning into him as you didn't care anymore, finding comfort in his warm body and cozy scent.

The warm air putting you at ease, eyes peeking out to see the many flowers bloom before you. If you were to die you'd rather do it here than the place you called home. So dark and dreary, always so foggy and gloomy, but here the sun was always shining though the clouds, golden light shining alluringly onto his skin, a place fit for a king.

“Aran, sweetheart.” His honey-like voice breaking you out of your trance. “That’s my name, so why don't you say it? His tall frame leaning into yours, head craning down into your neck as his eyes meet yours before you could look away. “I already told you that you could, are you still scared of me?

“N-no, i ju-. I'm just…. nervous.” You softly stammered out, quickly divertering your eyes from his, afraid you'd get lost in them as you adjusted yourself on his thigh. Legs dangling on the other side as you tried your hardest to ignore his almost naked body. His ivory robe wrapped loosely around one of his broad shoulders, and tied around his slim waist, not looking like he cared if it fell off.

“You okay? You look a little dazed. Don't worry love, m’not gonna eat you up like they said I would.”

“wh-” As if he read your mind, rumors spreading around your town. Never thinking you would get selected to be his yearly offering, your ‘family’ quickly throwing you away to appease the gods. 

His hands covered in gold up to his arms rested on your back, taking up the whole space as his thumb worked its way up and down, not knowing if he was making sure you wouldn't fall from so high up, or reassuring you.

”So,” you started, halting your words. Anxious feeling filling up in your chest as reality set it, remembering you were a sacrifice and not just his companion.

“So what?” he continued, leading you on. Summery eyes still set on you as if he was watching your every move, feeling so little and insignificant under him. Clinging onto him like a child as the fact remained in your head, ‘he could drop you if he wanted’. His realm towering over your city and town, trees looking like grass as you finally got the courage to look down.

“What are you going to do with me?”

“What am i going to do with you?” He lightly chuckled into your temple, teeth smiling white as the clouds his throne was resting high above, skin glowing as his eyelashes fluttered so heavenly, the most beautiful thing you've ever laid your eyes on. 

 He looked like an angel.

“Whatever you want love, m’not going to make you to do anything you don't want to.”

“What do you mean ‘don't want to’?

“I mean sex pretty girl, fornicating. You ever heard of it?” He joked as your face curled up into his chest.

“Y-yes I have!” you stated loudly, quickly trying to cover up. Embarrassment rising in your face at the thought of doing it with him, not wanting to make a fool out of yourself even more.

“So what happened to the others?’ You said trying to get your mind off of it, hoping he didn't notice the way you were squirming on his lap.

“The others?....” Seeing what you meant click in his head as he tilted it. “They can choose whether they want to or not, then I send them on their way. Why my love?” A smirk appraising on his face, heat rising in your body at the word ‘my’.

“You thought I drained them dry and burned them up? The tease in his voice had you flustered, “Unfortunately, humans' heads always come up with the worst thoughts, fear always plaguing in the back of their mind. Even going as far as to do this.” knowing he was referring to you.

“Probably because they're not immortal.” You muttered under your breath, remembering the first time you've ever seen a god in real life. Playing with them as a child, not knowing the difference until one day you were running around in a storm, no one caring to tell you that the violent winds would knock your tiny body off its feet. 

Meeting them at the usual place, the cliff on the coast of the ocean, dancing in the rain with no cares in the world until they stumbled, fear replacing the untroubled, joyful look in your eyes as you saw them fall off the rock. Body moving on its own before you knew it, reaching your hand out, but it was too late, both of your bodies falling many meters down onto the jagged waves and rocks below. 

Grateful that you loved the water, as your body once again moved on its own, muscle memory making you break the surface of the water, voice immediately screaming out for your friend as soon as you caught your breath. 

Not even knowing you were injured until you saw the red stain surrounding you, eyes burning from the salt and the heavy rain drops landing in them as you tried your best to keep them open. Catching a glance of your only friend washed up on the shore, head bloody as they were limp above the sand.

Doing your best to swim up to them as your leg could barely move, finally crawling up to them with all your strength, almost gagging at the sight before you. Head cracked open as your trembling little hands did their best to put it back together, shock overtaking you as their eyes suddenly opened, standing up like nothing happened. Comforting you as they saw you were a shaking mess, asking why you were still bleeding , not knowing the divide between you until that day.

Coming home to your family berating you, saying at least it wasn't your face, knowing they could still marry you off for money. Afraid of death due to that day along with heights, never going above sea level again. Scared by just the thought of it, the reminder scaring you mind, but of course fate would turn out this way, sadly laughing at the thought.

Again as if he could read your mind, his hand traced your damaged skin, understanding your thoughts and comforting you at the same time. Lucky you got sent to such a man, no, a god. Glad to let him use you as he needed, the only one who's ever cared enough to listen to you in your life. 

Letting a little whine out as his hand brushed your inner thigh, involuntary jerking in his hold, grinding against him as you felt him grow harder against your back. "Can I?" he asked, eyes laced with need.

Remembering that this was the usual for him, remembering that you were just his plaything at the end of the day. Lip quivering as your eyes fluttered closed, unsteady hands moving towards your hips, pushing your tiny little makeshift skirt to the side, almost matching his.

"Stop."  

You froze in place. His hands meeting yours, pushing them to the side. Standing up as he took you off his lap, setting you back down. Him resting below you as he gently grabbed your jaw, burning cheeks cooling down. "Look at me, " His soft voice said in a tone that didn't take "no" for an answer. “Look me in the eyes while I undress you.” 

Letting go of your jaw as you listened, his hands moving; pulling off the sash around your waist, the ghost of his touch making you shiver. Eyes locked with his as his head rested on your chest, undoing the knots on your shoulders, the sigh of the top melting off of you. Clothes pooling around your ankles, nipples growing hard at the open air.

"-don't hide yourself."

HIs soft voice coming out in a command, not knowing if you even had control over your body anymore. Shyly lowering your arms, body exposed. The feeling being new, the first man to ever make your heart race this violently, his touch lingering on you.

He was the god and yet here you were getting worshiped, on his knees before you as you were on his throne, large calloused hands resting the weight of your legs as he spread them open, placing open mouthed from your ankles up to your thighs, lips following the scar, almost trying to prove a point, that this was the only difference between you two.

Trying to muffle your moans, skin so sensitive to the touch. His hand feeling like fire moving up to your cheek, thumbing it before tracing his finger over your lips. Freeing them from your teeth, wiping away the blood as he brung it back to his lips.

Not knowing that you were the only one could ignite such reactions from him in such a short time, making him the greediest he's ever been. Defying his own logic, becoming a hypocrite by wanting to snatch you up and lock you away, keeping you all to himself. Not even asking if you were anyone else’s before his hands roamed all over your body, not even waiting to find out. Knowing right now he'd probably snap and take their lives for touching something that was his.

His.

The thought sounding nice in his head, spreading the rest of you short lived life with him. Waking up to see your pretty, entrancing smile every morning, knowing he could easily get his way. Wanting to hear his name fall from your pretty lips, your voice so sweet and soft, wanting to make you feel relaxed enough to not call him the formalities that he's never believed in.

Stopping before your entrance, wanting to drag it out to make you completely crumble into his arms, working for it as he should. 

His hands encompassing your tits, soft lips following him as well taking your nipple between his teeth after leaves countless kisses on them. Groping and squeezing the other one as his tongue flicked your nipple back and forth, so hot and wet, finally getting you to release those pretty whimpers he knew you had as he once again towered over you. 

His free hand resting on the side of your tummy making it twist, feeling so small and puny under his lust filled gaze as his cold eyes turned warm after meeting yours.

Lowering himself onto his knees once again, releasing your tit with a lewd, wet pop sound, body shaking as he placed his face right in front of your aching cunt. The tip of his tongue parting your slit, kissing it so passionately. Kissing everywhere but your clit, licking and sucking every part of your body but the part that needed it most, so neglected that just his breath could make you cum, not even being touched. 

 Hips trying to best to grind, to get any kind of friction as his hands held you down, not even seeing him flex his muscles to do so, remembering that the only thing you were ever told you were good for had all the attention of a man of power that could take out as many people as he wanted. Sitting back and relaxing the best you could, wanting to be good for him as he'd been to you.

Letting out a squeal as his nose touched your clit, trying your best to not cum as he let out a chuckle, sighing as he pulled away.  “Guess I need to move further huh? Needy little thing.” He whispered into you. The soft tease from his voice making you clench around nothing, ashamed that you got off on the power difference, referring to you as a thing, as humans were just pests in the gods eyes. 

Knowing he definitely saw as he was still on his knees, hands moving to cover your face. Not knowing if his ego could get any bigger but he swore it did, having you right  in the palm of his hand. Thumbs parting your folds as his fingers teased your entrance, whimpers leaving your cracked lips as you tried to muffle them with your hands, teeth sinking into your flesh once again.

“You want my fingers, pretty girl?” he asked, voice thick and deep from arousal as he watched you lift your hips, unable to answer as you face contort in a whine. 

“....Got it.” 

So pliable as you easily gave way thanks to him. His middle finger stretching you out, the feeling so hot as he was curling it inside of you, finding out your body with ease like a second nature to him. Growing uncomfortable as your thighs were getting sticky and wet, feeling spaced out and dizzy at just his finger. Worried about how you were going to take him, pushing it to the back of your head because you were here for his pleasure, not yours.

Rubbing your clit in circles faster until you're coming all over his hand, dripping onto the seat under you. A sob escaping your lips as he doesn't stop, fingers continuing to thrust into you, stopping once he's had his fun with you.

“Came so pretty for me.”  He cooed, admiring your already so blissfully fucked out state.

Raising his soaked lips to yours, spitting your own cum into your mouth as he pushed his tongue in there. Lapping it up as your mind went foggy, legs beginning to tremble while he wrapped his other arm around you, pulling away.

“Just hang on, you're being so good, so good for me, ” Moaning as his fingers replaced his tongue.

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” He murmured, trying his best to control his voice while looking at the sight of you lying there, eyes fluttering as they rolled back.

“Its getting dark, love.” he said breaking the silence. Picking up your limp body, bare as the day you were born, muttering out, “I'm taking you to my home.” The sun shining less, sky getting a deeper shade. Seeing the marble and stone pillars surrounding you while he closed the sheer curtains, slightly blocking your view as he set you down on the plush bedding.

“m’gonna make it dirty…” you whispered, legs shifting as you thighs slid together.

Not being able to care less, wanting you and your body so wet and needy for him that he'd need a new one. “I don’t care, my love. Just lay there for me, okay?”

Watching as you crawled to the center of his bed, letting your body collapse. Legs opening as your back arched as, face landing in between the soft ivory pillows. Gritting his teeth moving lower, lifting your thighs up. Moving them out of the way to bury his face into the softness of your ass. Running his thumb down your clit, so swollen as you twitched underneath his finger.

Placing kisses across your ass, the tip of his fingers making their way into your holes, trailing his mouth over your slit. Choking out with a whine embarrassingly loud as you arched your back even more. “Not today my love, wanna see your pretty face right now, wanna see it twist and turn.” 

Flipping you over, placing featherlight kisses all over your face down to your shoulder.  The jewelry was the only thing remaining on his skin, his robe discarded to the side. The gold complementing his perfect body on display for you as he reached over to the stand, grabbing a jug of wine. 

 “C’mere”, wrapping his arm around your middle, pulling you up chest to chest with him, feeling his heartbeat as your head looked up to him. “Drink some,”

Your head resting on his hand as it was tilted back, taking a slow sip from it, some slipping past your lips, falling down onto your chest. The burning feeling making you antsy and jitterish.

“Don't worry, I got you.” Not giving you a chance to respond as he pulled the bottle back.

Tongue tracing the red and purple liquid, lips taking their time moving up from your stomach to your chest, kissing every part of your body that was stained. Taking your nipple into his mouth once again, sucking the wine off of your breasts while you were squirming under his touch.

He grins, sucking and rolling it between his teeth, his fingers teasing the other. The stinging feeling he left behind as he moved on from your neck, finally reading your mouth, thumb tracing them before pouring more wine into your mouth, this time catching it before it spilled, lips meeting yours as he kissed you drunk.

His smile was thoroughly charmed, not just the liquid he was savoring, but your nerves and humiliation were being swallowed up too. “You trust me?” His teeth shining under the moonlight, the glow looking like a halo around him. Nodding out a simple “yeah.”. 

The heat radiating off of him as he hovered over you, your skin erupting in goosebumps as the warmth grew in the small space between you two. His lips meeting yours slow and controlled, still full of greed and passion while his hands roamed over your body with need.

“S’gonna hurt, love.” he muttered, trying to hold back a groan as his tip barely made its way in, legs spread as far as he could get them. Locked around his waist as he wanted so desperately to bury himself in your soft chest, but the thought of missing your face pulled him away.

“Fuck…”

The feeling of finally sliding his cock into you is unlike anything he's ever felt in his long life. Letting out a gasp of breath as he groaned above you, sinking you down pitilessly onto his cock. His hands ‘gently’ gripping your waist, your knuckles turning white as they clenched onto the fabric underneath you. “...hurts”

“Shh… s’okay. You’re doing so good, feel so good. So wet for me, gonna fuck you so good, love. Gonna make you cum over and over again, gonna fill you up.” he cooed, hands finally settling onto your thighs, resting there as he waited for you to get used to his length. The burning feeling quickly growing numb at the thought of not being enough for him, tears welling up in your eyes at the pain and need.

 “a-aran.”

He leans in closer to you, pride blooming in his chest, pressing your sweaty and slick covered body into his. “Hm, love. You okay?”

Nodding hesitantly while your eyes look over his shoulder. “m’not gonna break. I- wa-. No… I need you.”

Kissing your forehead to control himself. “I know you won’t, what d'ya you want?” Wanting to confirm what he thought he heard, hands getting impatient.

“Want you to fuck me, want you to use me,” The needy whine of your voice going straight to his cock.

White shining through his lips. “ I got you, love,” he said leaning back, taking a firmer grip on the top of your hips so he can slam back into you. Voice shattering as you squeal, back curving while your body tires to run away at his brutal pace. The sound of his balls wetly slapping against your ass and his hot breath are the only things you could hear.

“Ah, ara- cant , I-I-, can--”  His face beaming at the incoherent words coming from between your lips, knowing he was dumb fucking you dumb. One of his hands moving from your thigh, up to the base of your neck pushing your head down into the pillow. 

“Feels good? Gonna tell me how much you love my cock?” He groaned, hips getting faster.

“I--ah, hngh, ara-, I-- it f-feels so good, ah, so good--”  Your eyes fluttering shut, trying to stop your tears. “Hngh, p-please,...ple-!” 

“Please what baby? ya’ gotta tell me, or i won't know.” he taunted. Slowing his thrusts down with his pent up effort, making you miss the feeling of his cock bruising your walls.

“please, wanna cum, ple-, ngh, w-wan-, please, I--” You whimpered, hands reaching up to his chest, nails leaving imprints behind, nervousness overcoming your face that you left a mark on a god

His eyebrows furrowing as he leans into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna make you mine,” he breathed heavily into your ear. “I’m gonna show everyone, show the whole world below us who owns you. Who’s the only one who can fuck you like this baby, who can have you cross eyed just from the tip, huh? Tell me.”

“You!” you sobbed, more focused on meeting him halfway, more desperate for his cock, than answering him.

His tight grip on your hips, keeping you from kicking and jerking. “Huh? What was that?” He whispered, fucking you like he was competing for you. 

“Im gon-, m’gonna cum.” Body jiggling under him as his frame blocked your view, the only thing your eyes could see was him.  

“You just take it, don’t you love? You take my cock like that's all you were made for. You gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Gonna cum on my cock? You gonna let me stuff you full? 

Vision going black and starry, head drowning as your body felt like it was floating. Feeling him shove himself into, whining as he let out a sinful moan. “Fuck. m’so close. So close because of you, such a good girl, ” Body shaking as he fucked you into overstimualtion, grinding against your clit with each thrust.

“Mine, all mine.”

Hips stuttering and stalling as his balls were flush against your ass. Spilling inside of you and digging your fingers into his arms. Cock still hard even after you clenched around it, cumming onto him again and the bed sheets beneath you with a choked out moan. 

Thighs trembling as your body was so eased, sleepy and content. Focusing on the feeling of him stretching you out, and the internal feeling as making him proud. Slowly relaxing until he flipped you over on top of him, laying down. His cock slipping slightly out, the feeling of his warm cum escaping leaving you painfully empty.

Collapsing on top of him after your body gave out entirely. Only being able to breath as you felt his hand rest on your lower back. Turning your head to see his eyes closed, seemingly as worn out as you. The night sky being painted in the background, wondering how long you've been at it. 

But as your mind came back to yourself, you realized that you would never be his no matter what the circumstances. Closing your eyes one last time after admiring his face for what sempt like hours, the comfortableness growing as you drifted off to sleep in his big warm arms. Knowing that he'd be more than likely gone when you woke up, wiping your tears one last time.

 You’d done your part.

[sageinacage]

OH OKAY IDEA FOR THE DREAM TEAM

so dream is playfully bullying sapnap and george for being short and like tickling the two of them as he does that (and he’d definitely use teases like “small a and ticklish”) but then it flips and sapnap and george team up and wreck dream as revenge >:)

hopefully that makes sense BCJSBFKBSKFBSB

Height Problems (somewhat) summary: sapnap and george are tired of dream messing with them because of their height, so they decided to do something about it. a/n: VERY SORRY FOR MY LIKE 5TH RANDOM HIATUS warnings: swearing w/c: 1.2k IRL, Platonic

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“Why do you keep putting things up there?!”

“What do you mean? In the cupboard? Isn’t that where the plates usually go, George?” Dream smiled, crossing his arms with one of his eyebrows raised. “Well yeah but- you could put them on the lower shelf!” George complained, rolling his eyes at his friend’s antics.

“Heh, shortstack.” Dream sniggered, reaching for a bowl for George. George muttered something and turned away to pour cereal. “Thanks, you ass.”

Later that day, Sapnap was trying to reach for batteries for his controller, but they had gotten into the top cupboard somehow. “Did they just jump up there?!” He thought out loud, going on his tippy toes to try to reach it safely without anything else falling out of the cupboard.

Dream snorted to himself, gently wagging a finger into Sapnap’s upper ribs while reaching up to get the batteries for him. With a small screech, the man slammed his arms down and glared up at his mischievous friend. “I hate you.”

He hummed in response, handing him the batteries for his controller. “Do I get a ‘thank you’?” Dream grinned, only earning a huff from the other. “No.” He turned away, flipping him off. “C’monnn, it’s not my fault you’re so small and ticklish, is it?” He followed Sapnap, leaning down to get closer to his ear.

“...and it’s not my fault you’re a little bi-hIHITCH- Fuhuck ohoff!”

“Nah, this is fun- for me at least.” The dirty blond chuckled, cooing little noises into Sapnap’s ear as his fingers drummed against his friend’s lower waist. “Goho awahahay, I hahate yohou!” He tried to sound sour through his giggles, but it failed as Sapnap heard a titter from Dream. “Okaaay, grumpy pants.” He gave one last poke to his side before going off and doing his own thing again.

Sapnap sighed, rolling his eyes with a small smile at his friend’s antics, going to replace the batteries in his Xbox controller.

A few hours later, the angry British came stomping into the room with his arms crossed. “Sapnap, he put the mac and cheese on the top shelf in the pantry again!” George whined, Sapnap sighing. “What’s up with him and putting things high up? Tall bitch…” Sapnap shook his head, even though there was no venom in his words.

“I mean, he probably isn’t even thinking about stopping this ‘put things up high so the average height people can’t get to them’ game anytime soon.” Sapnap continued, “unless we like- threaten him or something.” He spoke in a more playful tone, snickering.

“Can we convince him?” George suggested, tilting his head in thought. “George, I think you’re onto something. Do you know if Dream’s ticklish by any chance?”

They officially had a plan, but now to put it into order. Dream has easily tickled both of them at the same time, so both George and Sapnap knew they had to be sneaky about it. They decided to play into Dream’s tricks, then the other would sneak up. Sounds easy, right?

“Dream!” Sapnap groaned, peering up at the highest shelf in the cabinet in the living room, which happened to have the TV remote on it. “Yeees?” He sneered, putting an arm around Sapnap. “The remote.” He pointed up as his friend wheezed at him.

“What’s the magic word?” Dream grinned, looking down at his friend. “Give me the remote.” Sapnap crossed his arms, frowning. “Those aren’t the magic words, Sapnap!” Dream gasped, reaching his hands down to prod and knead Sapnap’s lower ribs, giggling with his friend.

“Gehehorge!” Sapnap cried, squealing when Dream hit a particularly sweet spot right beneath his ribs. “George? Do you think he can save you now?” He chortled, vibrating his fingertips onto Sapnap’s hip bones, causing the man to crumble to the floor. Dream was quick to follow, straddling Sapnap and continuing to flutter his fingers all around his stomach.

“Awww, Sap! You’re so tickliSH- G- GEHEORGE?!” Dream shrieked, crumbling on top of Sapnap before rolling off to curl up as George’s nails explored up and down his ribs. The man chuckled evilly before sneaking his cold hands up Dream’s hoodie and scribbling them gently over the sides of his belly.

Dream immediately arched into his hands on instinct, laughing loudly. “Whihihy?! I diHIHIhidn’t do a- anythi- *wheeze* anythIHING!” He protested, his voice getting high-pitched when George’s sneaky fingers got too close to his lower stomach.

“‘Didn’t do anything’ my ass, Dream. You’ve been making this house inaccessible for people of average height!” Sapnap grumbled, helping George by holding both of Dream’s flailing arms, making the man squeal as it just made the sensations feel even more ticklish. “Yeah, and calling us the ‘short and cute’ ones while you’re all small and giggly beneath us. Hmmm, Dream?” George teased, wiggling a few nails over his lower belly causing Dream to buck his hips at the ticklish shock he just experienced.

“N- NOHOT *hic* THEHEHERE!” He screeched, attempted to yank at his wrists but Sapnap didn’t budge. “N’awww, does Dream have a lil’ ticklish tummy? Is Dream too ticklish for his own good? Can he not take his own medicine? Awe, he’s blushing!” Sapnap cooed, in one swift motion holding both of Dream’s wrists with one of his hand’s and using his free hands to claw at his upper ribs.

“YOHOHOU ASSHOHOLE! NOHOHOHO!” The now bright red boy protested, his eyes shooting open as he felt the claw hand vibrate into his ribcage, causing him to snort loudly before breaking into belly laughter. “Dream, are you gonna keep hiding things on the top shelves?” George asked, going back to what they’re originally ‘attacking’ him for.

“N- NOHOHO! I PROHOHOMISE, PLEHEASE!” He kicked his legs behind George, beginning to reach his limit. “I don’t knowww, maybe you should give him one last warning, just to make sure he learns his lesson.” Sapnap grinned, George smiling innocently and slowly beginning to lift his friend’s hoodie.

As cold air brushed against Dream’s stomach, he knew what was about to happen as his squirming became more desperate. Before he could protest, a firm raspberry was planted right in the middle of his belly, before he felt nibbling along his hips and waist.

He let out one last wheeze before his laughter became silent, occasional hiccups peppering in with it. George placed one last raspberry and Sapnap gave one more squeeze to his lower ribs before they let go and allowed him to curl up on himself.

It was really endearing, really. The tall dirty blonde man now in a giggly, hiccupy puddle on the floor of their living room. “Either we’ll be able to reach things now, or now everything will be on the high shelves as Dream here clearly loves to be wrecked.” Sapnap chortled, earning a grumble from the curled up one. “I’m honestly fine with either, especially if it means we can tickle Dream again.” George poked his side before getting up.

Did their plan work? Not particularly, as even more things were hidden high up- but hey, gives them an excuse to wreck their best friend over and over again.

[ticklishfiend]

Princess (My Hero Academia)

Ships : Lee!Jirou/Ler!Momo

A/N : OKAY!! ITS FINALLY UP!! i’m sorry it took so long lol tumblr was being a lesbophobic hoe 🙄‼️ anyways if it’s still messed up idk what to tell u LMAO i tried 😩 but tysm anons for the prompts!! i love this ship with my whole heart lol <33

Summary : Jirou is desperate for Momo’s attention, and once she finally gets it, she’s not sure if she loves it or hates it (jk they both know the answer to that lol)

Word Count : 1621 (sorry it’s so short!!)

REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33

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“Momoooo,” Jirou whined, flopping herself down on the pillows next to her girlfriend, who seemed to be lost in a book instead of paying attention to her girlfriend in need. When Momo didn’t respond to her whines, only smirking slightly at the girl’s fussing, Jirou groaned, flipping her body over and dramatically stuffing her face into her pillow.

“Momoo, pleeease,” her gripes were muffled into the fabric of the pretty pink pillowcase, but Momo heard it nonetheless, sighing as she closed her book to finally peer at her girlfriend, who was honestly still mid-tantrum.

“Please what, princess?” Momo smiled as she heard Jirou gasp at the pet name, the violet haired teen whipping her head up to glare at her girlfriend (though the blush on her cheeks did little to intimidate the girl). Momo grinned. “I know you like being called that, stop pretending.”

“Attention?” the raven-haired girl finished for her, finally sitting her book down on her nightstand much to Jirou’s pleasure. Momo opened up the arm closest to Jirou, inviting her into her space. “Y’know, you shouldn’t whine to get what you want.”

“Attention?” the raven-haired girl finished for her, finally sitting her book down on her nightstand much to Jirou’s pleasure. Momo opened up the arm closest to Jirou, inviting her into her space. “Y’know, you shouldn’t whine to get what you want.”

Jirou beamed at the invitation, quickly snuggling herself into her girlfriend’s loving warmth before she could change her mind. “I knowww, but I just really wanted you right now,” Jirou sighed in content as they adjusted their positions for comfort. Momo prompted to lay them both down with their heads against the pillows, Jirou facing Momo’s body with the raven haired girl’s face to snuggle into Jirou’s neck. Momo’s arms were wrapped protectively around Jirou’s waist, pulling her in as close as she could go as if to claim her even with no one around.

Jirou sighed happily as Momo pressed a light kiss to her jaw, the musical teen even subtly stretching her neck out a little further to invite the girl into the vulnerable and sensitive space. Momo just smiled, kissing up the girl’s jaw, her lips travelling closer and closer to Jirou’s ears with every loving peck. Momo didn’t miss the pretty little goosebumps that appeared on the girl’s pale expanse of skin, Jirou even shuddering slightly when Momo would press her lips to particularly sensitive areas along her neck.

“I know it’s kinda weird but...god, I love your neck,” Momo sighed, going in to kiss at the neck with more purpose now that her love for it was out in the open (as if Jirou didn’t know already). Jirou couldn’t help the way her shoulders slowly scrunched upwards instinctually, the corners of her mouth curving up into a bared teeth smile. Momo just pressed forth despite the scrunching, even nuzzling her nose into the skin causing jirou to just barely gasp. “No no no, don’t try hiding it from me now.”

“But it tickles!” Jirou whined, squirming in her girlfriend’s hold as if annoyed by the situation (which they both knew couldn’t be farther from the truth, Jirou was a sucker for almost all kinds of Momo’s attention, and her girlfriend knew it all too well).

Momo just chuckled, nibbling into her neck playfully, eliciting little squeals from the girl pressed closely into her chest. “Oh c’mon, I know you love this,” Momo muffled into the girls neck before continuing her ticklish nibbles, even travelling up far enough to nibble at the space where her earlobes met her earphone jacks. Jirou broke into a crumble of high-pitched giggles and squeaks, her legs kicking softly at the sheets. “Aww, look at you baby, you’re so ticklish~”

“Quhuhit!” Jirou fussed, her hands coming up to push at bat at Momo’s chest area right under her neck, but purposefully not hard enough to truly push the girl away.

While continuing her little feast on the girl’s sensitive neck, Momo started pinching playfully along Jirou’s side. Jirou squealed, curling up into herself as much as she could in their cuddled position, her squirming kicking up a notch as Momo’s fingers curled around towards her ticklish back.

“AHAH! Momohoho! Plehe-HEHEASE!” Jirou screamed when she felt Momo’s fingers slip traitorously underneath the fabric of her shirt. Jirou’s hands took to clutching desperately at the front of Momo’s sweater, laughing gleefully and freely as her girlfriend continued to tickle her silly.

“Please what?” Momo teased with a smile, delighted when she got no further protests from the girl. She couldn't get enough of Jirou’s giggles and squeaks, almost wishing she herself had Jirou’s quirk just so she could hear those beautiful sounds with a heightened sensitivity. No matter, though. She could get easily more giggles out of her little princess with ease. “Hold on, I wanna try something.”

Momo ceased her tickling momentarily to adjust her position. Jirou breathed heavily underneath her with a bright smile on her face, trace giggles still slipping without her meaning to let them. Momo took to straddling the girl, gently taking her hands and placing them under knees with no protests. She looked up to her girlfriend’s face, more than pleased to find the girl had taken to blushing furiously, her eyes averting away from Momo’s as to not embarrass herself even further. “Goodness, you’re adorable,” Momo sighed with a smile, delighted when she saw a wobbly smile creep onto her girl’s face. Momo let her fingers slip teasingly underneath Jirou’s shirt, the girl gasping, her tummy jolting slightly at the sudden sensation. “The safeword is ‘grapefruit,’ okay, princess?” Momo tilted her head, smiling when she received a quick nod from her girlfriend pinned beneath her happily. “I know you like to protest, so I thought it’d be a good idea,” Momo hummed before finally, finally, lightly scribbling her nails all around Jirou’s quivering tummy.

Jirou melted into her giggles, succumbing to the goofy sensations and allowing herself to just feel good, despite how torturously on fire all of her nerves were at the moment. Momo’s fingers tickled at the underside of the girl’s sides, a spot she knew would get Jirou pleading in no time.

“Ohohoho nohoho! Wahahahit! Momohoho!” Jirou’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she barely kicked behind Momo, her hands clenching tightly under her girlfriend’s knees. Momo kept one hand on the girl’s sensitive side, her other travelling towards Jirou’s belly button. She circled around the navel teasingly, beaming at the panicked look on Jirou’s blushed face. “Nononono! Nohot thehere! It’s sohohoho bad thehere!” Jirou pleaded, her belly bouncing through her giggles.

“Aww, you too sensitive, princess? Too ticklish to take it?” Momo teased, dipping her finger into the little button and swirling it around. Jirou squealed loudly, arching her back at the sensations before flopping back down on the bed, squirming around vigorously and pleading all the while. Momo took note of how their safeword had yet to be uttered. “I’m barely touching you, sweetheart. Are you suuuure it tickles that bad?”

“YEHEHES! IT DOHOHOES! PLEHEHEASE!” Jirou begged, screaming when she felt a mischievous thumb dig and massage circles into the sides of her tummy. “NAHAHA! NOHOHOT THAHAHAT! PLEHEHEHASE, MOMOHOHO!”

“Whatsa matter, baby? Is your tummy ticklish? Your tummy a really bad spot?” Momo loved teasing her girl like this, she absolutely adored the blush it would paint all over Jirou’s cute little face. She loved the way it made her squirm around, made her plead even though they both knew she loved every last ounce of it.

“NAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAN’T!” Jirou babbled, throwing her head back against the pillows in ticklish mirth. Momo chuckled before finally taking it easy on her baby, slowing her hands down to trace evil little shapes into the girls sensitive sides. Jirou wiggled and squirmed, still giggling helplessly from the sensations.

“Ehehehe! Momohoho!” Jirou squeezed her eyes shut tight during her giggles, like she was trying to shield her vision from the teasing smirk Momo wore every time she tickled her to pieces. “Thihis tickles wohohohorse!”

“Aw, does it really?” Momo cooed genuinely, not even trying to tease this time around. She was just in serious awe of how adorable her girlfriend could be without even trying. She finally slowed her hands down completely, taking her knees off of the girl’s hands. She rubbed soothingly along Jirou’s bare tummy, the girl still twitching every now and then at the fact her most ticklish spot was still being touched. Jirou placed her hands on top of Momo’s thighs, finally looking up into Momo’s eyes with the utmost love plastered all over her face.

“I love you,” Jirou breathed, giving Momo’s thigh a loving squeeze. Momo felt like she could melt, right here, right now, in this exact moment, and she would be perfect with that. Momo continued her soothing rub along one of Jirous sides, moving her other hand up to squeeze onto Jirou’s hand lovingly.

“I love you too, princess,” Momo smiled at the little flustered falter Jirou’s eyebrows gave at the nickname. “So, so much.”

Momo leaned down to cup Jirou’s face with her hand, kissing her softly but with purpose. They kissed for a while, before finally pulling away and snuggling back into one another.

“Thank you,” Jirou muffled into Momo’s chest, curling up into the girl’s warmth. Momo just chuckled, petting at the girl’s head just the way she knew she loved it.

“Of course, love,” Momo kissed the top of her head as they both began dozing off into the most comfortable and warm sleep they’d had in a while.

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A/N : sorry this was so short!! i didn't expect it to take this long to fucking upload so i didn't work rlly hard on it LMAOO but i hope u enjoyed nonetheless haha, much love!! <33

[pascalpanic]

hi angel 🥺 i’ve had some time to think of what i want to request and i’ve finally come up with something ;-;

do you think you could write something comforting (doesn’t have to be long!) where maxwell is caring for a reader who is a little tipsy or drunk? the reader is the kind of drunk who’s giggly and playful. and he’s super sweet and gentle with her. maybe they already have a pre-established relationship? maybe some slimy guy is hitting on her and he gets all protective and takes her home? and i’d neverrrrr object to smut either. but i’m leaving it up to you to write whatever you think works the best. i just miss reading soft and protective maxwell yanno ;-;

Overdoing It (Maxwell Lord x f!Reader)

W/C: 1.5k

Warnings: alcohol obviously, sexual innuendo, Maxwell lifts reader so I know some ppl aren’t comfy with that

A/N: RACH MY LOVE I’m sorry this took so long but I’m glad I finally did it bc I love how it turned out! ALSO HAPPY WW84 DAY (July fourth) SO WHAT WONDERFUL TIMING!

You certainly had not intended to imbibe to the level you had tonight. The problem was Maxwell, really, although in the best possible way.

The man has a high tolerance; you, admittedly, have one considerably lower than his. You love seeing Maxwell when he’s tipsy. It’s rare that you get to see it and remember it. The times that he’s tipsy are the times where you’re next to vomiting.

But tonight was a celebration, and Maxwell spared no expense. You’d finally received a position in a job you’d dreamed of, one that caused the two of you to spend hours poring over applications and perfecting cover letters. It was a success for the both of you, you said, but Maxwell insisted that it was all you.

You’d said that takeout was just fine with you, so long as Maxwell was there, but he insisted that a bigger celebration was in order. You didn’t really mind; you love getting dressed up to go out. Max made a reservation at a nice place in downtown D.C. and kept the specific place a surprise from you until now.

As you walked inside, the gorgeous atmosphere made you lose your breath for a moment. Your eyes nearly watered as you looked at Maxwell, and he simply kissed your forehead. “You deserve it, my love. I’m so proud of you.”

The words aren’t exactly rare from Maxwell, but they mean the world to you. Having someone tell you that they love you is one thing, but having someone say they’re proud of you is a completely different one. “I love you,” you grinned and followed him to your table, lacing your fingers through his.

Dinner was wonderful, unsurprisingly. Maxwell had scanned the menu the last time he came here, with business cohorts, and been certain you would like it. The delight on your face as you scanned the menu confirmed it, and Maxwell mentally gave himself a little pat on the back.

You’d ordered appetizers and drinks, then more drinks with the main course (two to accompany the meal, to be exact), and then more with dessert. By then, you were starting to feel a little tipsy, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Slowly, as you left the restaurant, the alcohol sunk in. The drinks were stronger than they’d seemed.

Luckily, Maxwell has a chauffeur. He’d had as many drinks as you, but the man’s tolerance is quite high. He seems barely affected, if not slightly looser and more carefree. The two of you made your way outside, Maxwell holding his arm around your waist to ensure that you didn't stumble; just in case, he reminded you, but you didn’t believe him.

In the car, you snuggle into Maxwell’s side happily, resting your head on his shoulder. “Buckle please, love,” he insists and wraps an arm around you.

“No,” you whine, kissing the soft cologned skin of his neck. “You’re too cozy.”

Maxwell laughs and nestles into you. “I’ll excuse it this once, only because I trust Jeeves,” he teases you. “How are you feeling, love?”

“So happy,” you smile up at him, dazed but content. The alcohol has brought you to a state of bliss now; love for Maxwell, a full stomach from the wonderful dinner, pride in your achievement.

Maxwell nods. “Of course you are,” he murmurs, mostly to himself.

“Ooh, do we have wine at home?” You ask, sitting up and looking at him. “You need a few more.”

“No, no more drinks,” he chuckles and pulls you back into his side. “I think we’re both done for the night, don’t you?” His hands slide over your shoulders, smoothing the bare skin that’s cold to the touch.

You pout at him and Maxwell turns his face away, smiling. “No, I can’t look at that. I won’t be able to say no.”

“Please, baby?” You plead with big eyes.

“We have wine at home,” Maxwell tells you, even though he’s unsure whether or not it’s true. Either way, he won’t be allowing you to drink any of it.

Sighing, you snuggle into his side, shivering. “Car’s cold,” you murmur.

Maxwell removes his suit jacket and drapes it around your shoulders, kissing your head and smiling down at you warmly. “How’s that?”

“Smells like your cologne,” you practically purr like a satisfied cat as you wrap yourself in the expensive fabric. “I love you so much, Maxie-poo.”

“I love you too, darling,” he chuckles. The chauffeur brings you to his house not long after, and Maxwell offers you a hand when you get out of the car.

Sitting in the seat, you frown up at him. “I’m fine, Max.” Standing in your high heels, your wobbly legs thanks to the alcohol send you falling into Maxwell, who catches you.

“Fine, yes,” he chuckles and lifts you back to standing. “Take off your shoes and let me help you inside.”

Sighing and crossing your arms, you step out of your shoes, calves screaming a thank you for removing them from those torture devices. He reaches down and picks them up, ass straining in his suit, and you can’t help but give it a smack, giggling.

“Oh, no, little miss,” Maxwell playfully chides and grabs your arm. “Let’s get you inside, tiger.”

Your legs lead your brain without any thought, drunkenly stumbling your way inside. Maxwell’s arms are your support, really the only thing to keep you from falling. He purposely steers you away from the path leading to the kitchen, knowing you’ll ask for more alcohol should you see it. When you reach the foot of the stairs, you groan and look at Maxwell with puppy eyes. You know his back has been bad lately, his joints ache when the humidity rises, but you can’t do this without him. “Can you carry me? Please?” You ask him.

Maxwell chuckles and kisses your head tenderly. “I suppose. Climb on my back.” He stands with his palms the wall, squatting for you to jump up on him.

The formal dress makes it difficult, but you hop up, both of you groaning as you latch onto him. “I love you so goddamn much,” you babble happily, kissing along the skin behind his ears.

“You’re lucky I love you too,” he grunts as he makes his way up the stairs, his knees aching from the weight of carrying absolutely anything on his back.

When he reaches the top, you get down and sigh, kissing him sloppily. “You’re the best.”

“I’m wonderful,” he sighs and rolls his eyes, leading you to the bedroom and letting you plop down on his plush California king bed.

You strip off his suit jacket and toss it at him, and he catches it without even looking. “Don’t even think about seducing me tonight, darling. You’re too far gone,” he chuckles.

His words make you frown and stop in the middle of unzipping your dress slowly. “I wasn’t gonna,” you grumble and stand, slipping out of the dress and getting under the thick covers of the bed.

“Sure,” Maxwell smiles and retreats into his large closet. He returns in pajama pants and the white tee he wore under his button-up.

He looks so soft like this, and even drunk, you recognize what a privilege it is to see him like this. His large suits hide his frame, but you can see the soft curve of his tummy, his broad shoulders and narrow torso. “We should get married,” you blurt to him, your heart-eyes penetrating through to his center.

“You’re drunk,” he shakes his head as he wanders to the bathroom. He returns with his thick-rimmed glasses on, and it completes the look, his highlighted hair messy and beginning to curl.

He sits on his side of the bed and hands you a glass of water and some painkillers. “You’re going to feel like shit in the morning, and you’re not allowed to blame me.”

“I won’t,” you pout and take the pills, rolling onto your side to face him. His legs are beneath the covers, and one of yours snakes to his and wraps your ankle around his.

Max smiles softly at the gesture. He recognizes it. You need his touch, want to snuggle tonight rather than keep to your own in his spacious bed. He lies down and you quickly scoot over to him, resting your head and a palm on his chest.

“I love you, dear,” he murmurs and kisses your forehead, his hand stroking your back lovingly. “You sleep now. Please.”

“I want to cuddle a little longer,” you frown and look up at him, face barely peeking out from the covers.

Max laughs. “Of course. We’ll stay like this, but at least make an effort to fall asleep. Your headache in the morning will be better if you sleep more.”

“Fine,” you sigh and scoot your body as close to his as possible, kissing his chest through the plain white t-shirt. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he repeats and sets his glasses to the side, letting himself sink into the squishy bed. He’ll surely have to care for you in the morning too, but he doesn’t mind. It’s worth it.

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[b0ba-chan]

Patience

request: okay virgin reader n bf omi has been plaguing my mind. all this time he thought you were avoiding his advances because he made you uncomfortable but after learning it because you're too sensitive to his touch he cant help but think of how he'd corrupt you little innocent body

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: virginity loss, too much teasing, corruption, slight dubcon

a/n: hehehe for you scorpion chan mwah!!!!! 

Contrary to popular belief, Kiyoomi was a gentle lover - kind and soft words only reserved for you. He still doesn’t have a filter, but overall he never intentionally spits his mean words at you. He understands the feeling of being uncomfortable with other people as well as new things, so he never pushes you too hard to do things you don’t want to do. But when it comes to having you in his lap and pulling away from a steamy make out session every time, he has to get worried. 

Again, he does not want you uncomfortable, so he understands why you would want to pull away the first few times in the beginning of the relationship. But as you two start to get deeper into the relationship, you start to shy away every single time his hands wander under your shirt or when he strips off his shirt. Kiyoomi was well aware of the fact that he was well built and attractive, years of volleyball training doing well on his body. But this is the first time he has ever felt insecure with his looks - was he just not attractive for you.

You were a beauty to him, so you should have high standards, it's only natural for you to find the best to date. And he was confident that he could be that for you, but never has he ever felt insecure about himself until now. Maybe he was not watching his mouth around you? Was that a turn off?

“K-Kiyoomi,” you whine softly and tug on his hair to pull him away. He took the gesture that you want to continue and kept sucking on your neck, biting gently into your sensitive skin. As your eyes shoot up, you gasp loud and tug harder on his hair till it feels painful to him. 

He hisses and pulls away and rubs the back of his head, about to tell you off a bit. He glances up to see the tears that filled up in your eyes. Frowning, he cuffs your cheeks and thumbs the soft flesh gently as he coos quietly at you.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“‘M sorry, Omi,” you flush bright red and try to look aways from his eyes, but his hands hold your face in place. There was nowhere else to look but directly at him. He didn’t even need to say anything, his eyes were already asking “What happened? What did I do wrong?” So there was no escaping the impending embarrassment you were about to face.

“I-I’m a virgin, Omi,” you flush even darker and close your eyes from Sakusa’s possible judgmental gaze, “Every time you touch me and kiss me like this, it’s just too much for me.”

Well this now all made sense why you shied away from him. It was just too much for your pure body, and you just couldn’t help but to feel so sensitive to his touch.

“It’s alright, angel. Don’t be embarrassed, we can take our time until you’re ready,” his hands trail from your cheeks and down to your waist. You visibly relax and hug him, snuggling into his neck as all the embarrassment leaves your body.

He can’t help but to think of all the things he could do to you right now. It was possible that he could flip you onto the bed and pin you down and make you take him, but that could wait another day. Just until you’re comfortable with him giving you even the smallest touches. 

To say it lightly, he is practically training you to his touch. Making his hands trail higher every time he feels up your thighs only to pull away last minute. It’s also very cute to him how you tense up, shivering under his light finger that tickles your bare skin. Only to relax when he pulls his hand away, but sending him a pout. 

Or he would pull you on his lap and place small, lingering kisses on your neck. Little nibbles would trail up to your ear, smirking as you are already putty on his lap. But rather than leaving Kiyoomi on edge, he does nothing to relieve you and says you aren’t ready yet. You would never expect him to be such a tease, leaving you high and dry.

It was never his intention to tease, only wanting for you to get used to him. But it was truly amusing to see you to watch you all squirmy on his lap. Each lingering touch makes you breathless, wishing you had more already.

But the most he has ever done was hold you on his lap, hand down your pants to toy with your clit. He loves when you whimper into his ears, telling him how good it is and how you need more. The most he has given you was a couple fingers into your dripping cunny, curling to massage the tightening walls. The feeling of you clamping around just his digits has him going light headed, imaging the thought of your tightening around his cock. 

Kiyoomi’s hands tighten on your hips, letting you rut helplessly on his thigh and suck on his tongue. He moans softly into your mouth, bouncing his knee to earn more pretty whines. He pulls away from your lip, about to end it here to preserve your innocence. In desperation, you grab his face to pull him back into the kiss which shocks him in the last minute. He indulges you in the kiss, deepening the kiss a bit to have you worked up.

“That’s it, angel. You’re not ready yet.” Kiyoomi hums and pats your ass, raising an eyebrow at you. You sniffle and pout at him, hitting his chest in frustration.

“I am ready, Kiyoomi! Please!” You huff out and pout, almost crying in front of him. He wasn’t prepared to see you all teary eyed while straddling his lap, just because he is denying you to preserve your innocence. He hums a bit and rubs up your bare thighs, squeezing them a bit.

“Really? You’re ready?” The condescending tone makes you wince a bit but you nod shyly, not looking directly at him. He grabs your chin and makes you look directly in his eyes, giving your questioning eyes.

“I-I am ready, I promise,” you sniffle out, giving him your sweetest eyes to convince him. He sighs a bit and brushes the hair out of your face, flipping you over onto the bed. Stripping off his shirts, he looks at you expectantly but you still shy away. He mumbles something about having to do all the work, but not complaining at all as he strips off your shirt for you. He unbuttons your shorts, sliding them off your legs to leave you in just your bra and panties.

“Gorgeous, gonna mark you a mine,” Sakusa mumbles and leans down to suck on your neck, gently biting into the sensitive skin. He loves how sensitive you are, already clinging to his shoulders from the little nibbles and pressing little crescents into the prominent muscle. His large hands snake under your back and toy with the hook, glancing up at you to ask for permission. As you nod shyly, he unhooks the straps with one hand to slide the bra off your chest. 

He sucks on your chest while he slides a hand down the front of your panties to feel the damp folds on his fingers. You squirm at the familiar feeling of his calloused fingers rubbing against your clit, making your scratch lightly down his back. He takes his time feeling you up before slipping a finger into you, letting you get comfortable before allowing another finger to wiggle in. You choke out a moan when he curls his finger, arching your back to press your chest into his. 

“How could you let me make someone as pure as you so dirty, angel,” he sighs softly into your ear as you lose yourself on his finger. You try your hardest to tell him but no words escape your mouth except his name, blabbering out incoherent words from the overwhelming pleasure. 

Slipping his fingers out, he takes your panties off as well, chuckling at the stringy fluid connecting his fingers together. You whine and hide your face in embarrassment, pouting a bit since you’re the only one naked. 

“Kiyoomi, this is not fair. Take off your clothes, too,” you huff out making him tsk under his breath, mumbling something about you being a brat. He takes his pants off anyways, slipping off his pants and boxers. It shocks you how hard his cock hits his abdomen, his tip red and precum beading. You don’t realize you’re staring and trying to reach out until he slaps your hand away, looking down in disappointment. 

“Not ready yet, don’t want you touching so disgusting just yet.” Kiyoomi rolls on the condom, pumping his cock a couple times in his hands. His size of course looks normal in his hand, perfectly proportioned to his body, but the way his cock rests on your tummy makes him look huge.

“Are you sure you’re ready? You look pretty scared, angel.” Kiyoomi hums, hooking your legs around his waist as he rubs the hip on your clit. Gasping softly, you card your hand into his hair to tug on it as you try to mumble out confirmation. He presses the tip at your hole, watching your face contort to the wide stretch. He couldn’t help to keep pushing through the resistance, no matter how much your face contorted or how many tears has dribbled down your red cheeks. You already look incredibly ruined when he only makes it halfway into you, only making him more than ready to see you fully stuffed with his cock. He doesn’t wait on it either, only speeding up the process no matter how hard you pull on his hair or how many times you slap his chest.

“O-oomi, It hurts. Why di-didn’t you listen to me?” You sob a little, hiding your teary face into his neck only making him chuckle a bit while he strokes your hair. 

“You just look too cute, couldn’t hold myself back.” He mutters, trying not to stumble on his words over the way your walls suck on his cock. He tries to make up for it, holding back the urge to start thrusting relentlessly into you as you calm your pathetic crying. It wasn’t until he felt your soft kisses on his neck, hinting that you were ready for him to move.

The both of you moan at the same time when he first thrust, finally having what the two of you have been waiting for this whole time. It didn’t take long until he was pounding into your cunny, gushing obnoxiously loud with each thrust he forced into you. You wail out, clinging onto his back for dear life, not caring one bit for the scratches you are leaving on his back. 

“So precious when you’re crying like this for me? Is it that good?” Kiyoomi moans into your ear, grabbing the back of your knees to spread your legs wider for him, “I’ve been keeping you waiting for too long. Can feel you trying to milk my cum. Such a filthy girl already.”

You sob at his words, trying your best to say something back but each word gets jumble into your moans. His thrusts were relentless, pushing you faster and faster to your climax. 

“C-Close, Oomi!” You squeal out, only to get cut off by Sakusa catching your lips into his, sucking on your tongue. His thrusts were starting to feel too deep, your eyes rolled back as your head went fuzzy from the stimulation. 

It didn’t take too many thrusts until you were creaming around him, translucent white forming around the base of his cock after each thrust. To Kiyoomi, that’s all it took for him to cum, releasing into the latex barrier. He groans and rolls his hips a bit, letting you feel his cock pulse in you as he releases. 

He peppers your face in soft kisses, rubbing his hands up and down your side. All you can do is heave, trying to catch your breath underneath him. His cock twitches at the sight of you, whimpering and thighs shaking from orgasm wracking your body. Your walls keep clamping around his cock as if you’re sucking him in for more. He grunts and chuckles, kissing your tears softly.

“You keep sucking me in, angel. It’s alright I’ll give you my cum another time.”

[secretlyblue12]

Day 7: Pumpkin picking

The first week done!!! That's so cool, I'm loving seeing everyone's stuff so far and really excited to see the rest of the month. XD This one is an IRL one based the vlog premise, so that's exciting. I kept switching between if I wanted to do this with Tommy or Tubbo, but ended up keeping it on Tubbo so yeah.

It had been an all-day event, but there would be at least two vlogs coming out of it so it was a day well spent for the group of friends. Both Tommy and Jack had done filming, but the day was coming to an end, and Tubbo was feeling all the energy he had put into it sputter out. Somehow Tommy was still going strong, and Wilbur and Jack were struggling to keep the ‘kids’ in order.

Tommy had run off with Jack somewhere, the two filmings each other running around the pumpkin patch, determined to find the perfect one before the other got it. Ranboo followed them from a distance, laughing and joking, holding cameras when needed, and such.

Tubbo sighed heavily, hefting his pumpkin higher against his chest. Wilbur gave him a strange look, bumping shoulders and nearly sending the unsuspecting Tubbo to the ground. He chuckled, making sure Tubbo wasn’t going to fall over, before asking if he was alright. “You just seem to be out of it right now.”

Tubbo nodded, “Just tired. We’ve been out all day, man, I am just ready to head home.” It wasn’t that he wasn’t having fun, just that his social battery had run out about an hour ago, and now he was just barely dragging on and keeping face for the cameras. He wanted to make sure he kept up with all the bits and jokes but found himself zoning out more often than not. “And my feet hurt, how far in do you think we’re going to have to walk in here before they’re all run out?”

Wilbur looked over at the trio who were crowded around a pile of pumpkins laughing at something. “Probably got a while left, do you want to sit down and rest a bit?” He suggested, looking for a clearing.

Tubbo nodded, letting Wilbur guide him over to the side without a word. Tommy’s screams faded away and before he knew it he was sitting in the grass, his pumpkin set off to the side and head between his knees. Wilbur put a hand on his shoulder before giving the teen space.

They sat like that, in mutual silence, till the distant conversations grew louder and closer, making Tubbo lookup with dull eyes and a slight grimace. Wilbur made some quick gestures, and the volume came down to inside voices.

“Are we done then?” Wilbur asked, stretching and leaning against a tree to push himself up.

Tommy and Jack nodded, both of them fiddling with their things to get them where they needed to be. “Yeah, missed you both towards the end. We might do some more filming on the way home, or do the outro real quick while we’re all together real quick.”

Jack and Tommy both finished up, showing off everyone’s pumpkins and zooming in on Tubbo, who was out for the count. Everything was finished quickly, and then there was the final talk of how the videos went, or what bits they would keep in. Everyone was packing up and gathering their things, well, everyone except Tubbo who remained firmly on the ground.

“Come on Tubs,” Tommy whined, reaching down to tug at his hand. “We’re going to bring you home now, sorry we stayed out so late.”

Tubbo whined, letting himself be dragged across the ground. “My leg’s hurt though, don’t make me stand up yet!”

Everyone laughed, making different efforts to get the boy standing. In the end, it took Ranboo jokingly offering Wilbur up for piggyback ride services. “Really? I- okay, is it bad if I’m actually considering it. My legs are killing me, dude.”

Wilbur hesitated, before leaning over. “Fine, but just because I think you might actually die if we made you walk.”

Watching Tubbo get to his feet was funny, after sitting for a while it was as if his legs had shut down. He felt like a newborn gazelle, shaky and unsteady, but Wilbur crouched down for him to get on. It only took another minute, and Ranboo offering to carry Tubbo’s pumpkin as well as his own, for them to be on their way.

“Really,” Wilbur teased, hiking tubbo up higher on his back, “the fact that you’re shorter than the rest of us is a good thing.” Ranboo snorted, and Tommy cackled. They had all heard Tubbo’s rants about how they were all just unnecessarily tall before, though Jack was the closest to his own height. When Tubbo whined into Wilbur’s neck, the older gave his knees a sympathetic squeeze, not expecting him to kick out with a squeak.

“Wihilbur, don’t do that.” Tubbo giggled, clinging on to Wil’s sweater.

Wilbur giggled deviously, “Oh, you’re ticklish then Tubbo? Maybe that will help your mood, get your energy back and all that.” He held on to Tubbo with one hand, reaching back with the other to scribble at his side. He wasn’t expecting much, Tubbo was wearing a rather thick sweatshirt, but Tubbo was tired enough that even the thought of it happening sent butterflies fluttering across his skin.

Tubbo giggled frantically, squirming as much as he could without running the risk of falling off his perch. “It wohon’t! Wihil, I- ihit tihihckles.”

Jack cooed at him off to the side. “Awe, look at him. He’s so sweet like this, can’t believe he was threatening to stab us just a few hours ago.”

Tommy was all but bouncing next to him. “Yeah! Get him Wil, Tubso needs to smile cause he’s been in a right state.” He switched his pumpkin over to one hand, poking at Tubbo’s other side and chuckling evilly when he jerked back and forth between him and Wilbur.

Tubbo kicked his legs and brought one arm down to swat at Tommy’s hand. “Stohop ihit! You’re nohot helpihing.”

Wilbur had to toss Tubbo back up in the air to keep him from slipping down. “You’re a squirmy little thing, aren’t you? Some help here guys? Make sure he doesn’t fall backward or anything.”

Jack followed Tommy’s lead, reaching over with a free hand and wiggling his fingers at the teen’s neck, smiling when Tubbo squealed and shook his head back and forth before hiding in Wil’s neck. He could see pink slowly making its way up Tubbo’s neck and to the tips of his ears through his hair. “Look at that, he’s going all red, isn’t he. Come get in on this Ranboo while you can.”

It was well known that Ranboo ended up being a common victim among everyone, so any chance he had to get he went for it.

Ranboo looked down at his hands, both of which were full of pumpkins, and then back up to Jack with a blank look on his face. “We might have a slight issue with that, I- um. I have pumpkins.”

“Doho it ahand I wihill kihihill you lahater Rahahan- TOHohomy, Naha!”

Jack looked over to where Tommy had snuck his hand between Tubbo and Wilbur, squeezing at his stomach and making Tubbo kick out violently. Jack couldn’t help but chuckle along, “Now that’s just mean, mate.”

Wilbur brought his other hand back to hold onto Tubbo more steadily. “Jeez man, you’re a kicker. ACK- careful, don’t choke me. Tommy not so much.” Wilbur jerked with Tubbo when he flung himself back to get away from Tommy, hands still around Wilbur’s neck.

Jack put his hand on Tubbo’s back, making sure he wouldn’t fall backward. “Switch me Ranboo, I’ll take the pumpkins.”

Tommy scooted over, letting Jack and Ranboo do a transfer and holding Tubbo up with one arm around his waist, still clawing into his tummy. “He’s fine, Wil. See, you’re fine, aren’t you Tubso? I think you were right, he’s getting his energy back now.”

Tubbo didn’t even bother to complain, just sinking back into Tommy’s chest, only to be transferred over to Ranboo.

“H-hi.”

Ranboo smiled down at Tubbo who was leaned back on him, head tilted all the way back to be able to look at him properly. “Hi, Tubbo. How’re you doing?”

Tubbo shook his head, not able to stop his anxious giggles. “You dohon’t have to do this, I’ll get you back ten times worse.”

“Mhm,” Ranboo hummed, “I think I do though. A-and you’ll do that no matter what so, an empty threat.”

Before Tubbo could make any more threats Ranboo had a hand sneaking under his shirt and scribbling on his side. Tubbo ended up releasing his hold on Wilbur entirely besides from where the eldest still had his legs under him and melting entirely into Ranboo’s chest. It was like lightning was coming right from Ranboo's fingertips, zaping every nerve ending until he couldn't even squirm away anymore to get away from the feeling.

He explored while he could, being careful not to wear Tubbo out too much more than he already was. The conversation carried on mostly like normal, with the occasional comment on if Tubbo’s laugh got high pitch or changed suddenly. They got a few odd looks when they got closer to the front of the pumpkin patch, but Ranboo wrapped it up and leaned Tubbo back against Wilbur’s back.

Tubbo just gave a half-hearted grumble, a few threats distinguishable between the mutterings along the lines of “Wait till later… get you back… not over.” which Wilbur would carefully warn Ranboo about later. A Tubbo with a reason for revenge was a Tubbo to fear after all.

He wouldn’t have to worry for now though, because, by the time Tommy opened the door for Wilbur to let Tubbo slide in, the boy was barely awake enough to register himself being moved, and Ranboo had to be careful not to let Tubbo collapse fully onto the ground.

They shuffled him around until he was buckled up, everyone else filing in after and settling into quiet conversations for the ride home.

Even Tubbo would have to admit though, by the end of the whole ordeal he felt a lot more positive than he had before. That didn’t mean the others would get off scot-free though, they’d just have to wait for him to rest up first.

[pianorexic000]

Sweetspo Saturday

Hi y’all, so today is sweetspo Saturday.......

it speaks for itself. By the way, none of these are mine. I take no credit I have 0 creativity.

I dream of collarbones and thigh gaps, of hips jutting out and ribs just visible, casting shadows on porcelain flesh. I dream of crop tops and denim shorts, of thigh highs and sugar highs. And when I lay in bed at night, counting the calories of the day before my mind can’t help but wander, and I press into my doughy stomach, feel the hips hiding underneath, and remind myself how far I’ve come, and how far I still have to go.

Please listen, I know, I know it’s hard but listen, focus, you, you the most beautiful person on this whole entire planet you are going to make it, I promise you sweetheart, you’re going to make it. Think about it, think about how skinny you’ll be, how happy you will be, how you are going to be able to wear what you want, how you are going to be able to eat what you want and no one is going to make you feel bad for eating, no one. They’re going to be jealous, so fucking jealous, jealous of how you look and how you feel. They’re going to envy you. So stand up, keep your pretty head up and go. Exercise, drink water, eat less, eat healthy, sleep, do yoga, dance around. Get skinny and be finally happy. Please be finally happy.

You’ve been so disappointed in yourself lately. You’ve cursed those girls with a fast metabolism and regretted so much, sweetie. Countless of times you’ve thought, planned and wished to be skinny. I know you want this so badly, honey. But it’s never going to be given to you, sugar. You have to work for it and make yourself proud! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

I know you’re very impatient with your weight-loss. You want to lose it NOW and would do anything to wake up tomorrow at you ugw. But that’s never going to happen, doll. It’ll take time, but you will get there, sweetie. You just have to be persistent and never give up. The road is very long, and there will be days where it’ll feel hopeless, angel. But i promise you that those days where you feel incredibly sexy and comfortable in your own skin are just around the corner. You’ll get there baby, but it’ll take time. So don’t beat yourself up.

You’ll look good in everything; you remember that bikini with the cute print? yes, you’ll look beautiful in it. you won’t look like a fat pig.

people will be jealous; they’ll envy you. you’ll become thinner while others are getting fatter.

you’ll be dainty; you’ll be the lightest in the room. everyone will be able to pick you up effortlessly.

others will compliment you; people will look at you and say “wow, have you lost weight?” “you look great!” “i wish i looked like you.”

you won’t be able to keep more than a cup of food down; you’ve trained your body, you and your body both know its limits.

you’ll have power; you can can control how you look, you’ll have control. self control instead of eating everything in sight. you’ll be proud when you refuse a chocolate bar someone is offering.

are you going to keep saying “i’ll do it tomorrow”

or are you going to start today?

you’ll get there sweetie, make them regret the day they dare call you fat; they’ll start talking GOOD behind your back; “she is losing so much weight omg” “ i wanna look like her.” “im so jealous of her tiny waist.”

make it happen, you cause the gain of weight

and the loss of weight.

It's Okay!

You were really bad this weekend weren’t you? You ate fatty food and cheated on your diet? I know you bash yourself for pushing yourself further from your goal, but it was just Easter and you were enjoying spending time with your family. Unfortunately that included eating. Thin is all you think about cutie, why would you stuff your face uncontrollably like that, sugar? You can’t stop now, i know it’s hard but it’ll be worth it in the end.

Meanspo

Dear You,

You’ve grown up being the “big” girl. You’ve grown up being the “I want seconds” girl. You entered college being the “let’s eat out because it’s easier” girl.

When will you be the “I eat healthy” girl? The “people can pick me up” girl? The “I love my body” girl?

Today? Oh, right, you say tomorrow. Funny, that’s what you said yesterday.

It’s YOUR fault you’re fat. You don’t control your fatty urges to binge and stuff your face. One day, you’ll regret that. And that day is TODAY. If you regret it, then make a change. Skip that meal. Eat less calories. Exercise and burn what you have consumed and stored from your past pathetic eating habits. Get rid of your fatty urges. BECOME SKINNY…Become beautiful. Because if you don’t start today, you’ll only hate yourself tomorrow… again.

Do it. Do it so you can wear cute short shorts without everyone looking at your thighs and being disgusted.

Do it for that bitch who always called you fat at middle school.

Do it for that fuckboy who never looked at you as girlfriend potencial.

Do it so you can be confident.No seriously you’ll never be confident with that big tummy dude.

Do it so you don't ALMOST DIE in fitting rooms.

Do it for the cute clothes.

Do it for the summer.

Do it for the pool parties and how all of your friends will be SHOOK at your perfect body.

Do it for that life little baby. You deserve it. You deserve so much happiness.

Imagine you’re sitting at your desk in your perfectly decorated bedroom. You’re doing school work (all A’s of course), and since the lighting is good, you stop studying for a second and take a selfie.

You notice your collarbones are perfectly peaking out, and your chest bones are slightly visible. You have no makeup on but you still look absolutely gorgeous. Your flawless skin (that you got from not eating junk food all the time) looks great on your camera. Your thin arms look especially toned in this picture, and your smile is unforgettable.

You decide to post it to Instagram, and it instantly gets likes and comments saying how gorgeous you look. You want to keep studying…but the amount of likes and attention is distracting!

You think to yourself “Amazing how my life has changed. 30lbs ago I barely got 30 likes. My grades were bad and I had horrible acne…it’s so great what being thin can do to a person”

One day I won’t have to suck in

One day I’ll sit down and not have belly rolls

One day my thighs won’t touch

One day I’ll be able to see my ribs

One day I’ll step on the scale and smile

One day I’ll be able to smile at my protruding collar bones

One day I’ll wear the clothes I want

One day I’ll be confident

One day I’ll be skinny

do it for the boy who leaves your snapchats at read. imagine how quickly he’ll reply when he sees how good you look in your new body. do it for the girls you envy, the girls who show up in crop tops and short shorts whilst you hide behind a baggy sweater. imagine how proud you’ll feel when you can finally wear what you want and look just as good, if not better than them. do it for the people who bullied you about your weight and the boys who turned you down because of it. watch them gawk and whisper among themselves at how much weight you’ve lost. do it for the mean girls, the ones that walk around school like they own the place, the ones who’s parties you never get invited to, the ones that all the boys want. prove yourself to them. soon they’ll notice you and you’ll be too proud to care. own your new found confidence, throw your own parties, feel wanted. do it for the boy you’ve been crushing on since the first time you met. make him want you just as you wanted him. laugh at yourself as he chases after you. watch him suffer just as you did. do it for the bikini you’ve never had the body to wear. make your old self proud. wear that bikini. finally feel good in it. go to the beach and the pool and show it off. it belongs on you. do it for yourself. do it for your own happiness and do it right now. you deserve this. it might take some time and maybe you’re growing impatient. but it’s okay, everything good takes time. so be safe, stay strong, and don’t give up. this will be worth the wait. trust me.

I literally cannot fucking wait until I’m thin. I can’t wait to not feel like the outsider in my friend group. I can’t wait to not feel like the ugly friend. I can’t wait to be as thin as my best friend and for people to not see me as a charity case. I can’t wait to be able to go shopping and not worry about what will hide my fat. I can’t wait to see my collarbones and feel great in shorts. I can’t wait to be able to post selfies confidently from any angle and get as many likes as all the thin girls from school. I can’t wait to be someone else’s thinspo. I can’t wait to be happy with myself. I can’t wait to be thin.

Okie lovey, I know you might have had a rough couple of days or maybe you’ve been doing everything right and you just need a little pick me up. That’s okay too. I’m here for you, maybe not there physically but I’m still here. Make some tea, and take a bath; while you’re in there light a few candles and take time for yourself. Paint your nails read a book or simply think about bettering yourself. You’re almost there, I’m so excited for you! I’m going to be there when you cross that finish line (UGW). Finished with tea? Are you hungry? No. Exactly, chin up sweetheart, you got this. I love you

10 Reasons I want to be Thin

1. A flat stomach looks so good in anything. 2. No more armpit fat. 3. Finally have a thigh gap (again). 4. Feel beautiful and in control 5. people you already know will ask you how you did it, new people you meet will fall in love with you. 6. Go on adventures and have fun without worrying about your fat jiggling around. 7. Tan outside or at the lake without wanting to die because you’re too fat for a bikini. 8. Going out to parties and making friends because you’re confident and beautiful. 9. Not wanting to cry every time you see your full body in a mirror/ reflection. 10. Not crying in general anymore. Finally being happy.

11 Reasons Why I'm Doing This

1. To be the skinny friend

2. So I can be lifted up and be called light

3. To wear anything and still look cute

4. To have pretty bones to show off

5. To hear those words; ‘Have you lost weight?’

6. To not feel guilty when having a sweet treat (occasionally!)

7. To wear tight jeans and not have a muffin top

8. To not want to cry every time I look in the mirror

9. To not feel embarrassed in a bikini or swimsuit

10. To sit on someone’s lap without fear of crushing them

11. To finally feel happy with myself

They are in the kitchen making dinner. It smells so good, and all you want to do is have some. But would that make you happy? Would that food actually do anything for you? Sure, it would taste good. But as soon as you swallow, it would be gone. You’d take a drink of water, and the taste would wash away. Five minutes of fun, and then you’d be full. Full of food, regret, hate, shame, and disgust. Today would be yet another day wasted. So go ahead, eat the food. Be the fat tub of lard you always have been. Or don’t. Don’t eat the food. Be a day closer to your goal.

The choice is yours.

[hes-writer]

pov

Summary: y/n wants to know how it feels to love herself

Warnings: tw weight, angst, and a bit of fluff

Word Count: 1468 words

Pairings: plus size!reader x harry

Based on: “For all of my pretty, and all of my ugly too. I’d love to see me from your point of view” - pov, Ariana Grande

A/N: heavy themes on this one! please read the warnings

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Y/N had always stuck out when she was in school.

She was that one girl who was thicker in circumference than other girls. The one who had a double chin without meaning to and the one who had chubby fingers that ‘looked like stubby carrots’ as one mean guy, Jamie, told her during kindergarten. Her cheeks appeared to be full—puffed out—with or without food.

Sometimes it made her blush because people often pointed out how cute she was because of it. Other times—which is most of the time—Y/N blushed because her cheekbones were practically non-existent. Contour couldn’t even save her as it only caused a breakout of tiny pimples to litter her sensitive skin.

Don’t even get her started on her arms—how flappy they were whenever she raised them. Or the way her watch had to be stretched out at the last cut hole around her wrist. She hated how everything looked on her.

“It’s okay, Y/N. He knows you’re a big girl,” She mumbled to herself, stretching the elastic of the sports bra just below her breasts. The fabric was already digging into her thick skin and causing marks to form.

Harry had invited Y/N to work out with him this morning. She thought that it was a fleeting dream, probably because Y/N was half-asleep when he raised the question. But the way Harry eagerly shook her figure awake this morning was a sign that it was reality and Y/N would have to face a very fit Harry while he faced at a not-so-fit her.

They had been together for a year now. Y/N was doubtful of her figure in clothing that did nothing to hide her ‘chunky’ silhouette. She opted for loose sweaters and high-waisted jeans most of the time. Shorts were rarely worn for the first few months of their relationship because Y/N couldn’t even imagine what Harry’s reaction would be like upon seeing her legs. Though, Harry always seemed to prove her wrong when his jaw ripped ajar and he practically salivated at the sight of them.

Y/N was aware that Harry knew that she did not look like the stick-thin models that he had a history of dating. She wasn’t the ‘normal’ size with the perfect ratio of boobs to bum, paired with a flat stomach. The fact was, Y/N had a larger chest and a thicker bottom, but that also meant that her stomach would bulge out, especially when she was bloated.

It took sometime for Y/N to be completely comfortable with herself. Even then, acceptance was a rollercoaster of loving and hating her body depending on how she felt.

Y/N was more comfortable with Harry reaching out to touch her waist. At first, Y/N would immediately shield her middle with an arm draped across or completely flinch back in fear of Harry touching any of her squishy fat. The questioning look he gave her almost made Y/N feel guilty. Now, she would only tense up for a few seconds, holding her breath to suck her tummy in before relaxing because this was Harry.

Harry never gave Y/N a reason to doubt herself. He supported her in every diet she planned to spearhead and comforted her when it didn’t exactly work out the way she wanted it to. Harry was there to take care of her when she felt too dizzy to move because she refused to take another bite solely because she went over her calorie limit for the day. He was the one with worried brows when Y/N would stare at herself in the bathroom mirror, wondering why nothing had changed when she was working so hard. Or, it felt like it.

Harry was also there for her when Y/N squealed in happiness at the sight of the scale showcasing a number that has decreased from the last time she was on it. He saw first hand how Y/N’s eyes brightly lit up from the smile on her face. The fondness of his green eyes prevailed because he was so so proud of her. Small steps.

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Y/N was not too keen on working out with Harry because he had never seen her in that state before.

As silly as it sounds, Y/N had managed to steer Harry away when she was jogging on the treadmill or doing stationary workouts. If she didn’t like the way she looked, sweaty and out of breath, why would he?

Being in work out clothes didn’t make it any better either. He would see every crunch of her stomach fold as she struggled to do a sit up whereas he could continuously do some without a hitch in his breath. Y/N was sure that she would stumble somehow because of her stubby legs while Harry would be stoic because he was light.

And although Y/N was working on her technique, she would still get out of breath after about a minute.

It was just too . . . embarrassing to witness.

A knock on the door sounded rapidly before the door opened, revealing Harry in his short sleeved t-shirt and athletic shorts. A sweatband was keeping his curls away from his face.

‘You ready, sweetheart?” He questioned, standing behind her with his chin on her plush shoulder and hands running over the skin of her arms.

Y/N caught his gaze through the mirror. Sad, droopy eyes doing once over at her reflection before shaking her head ‘no’.

“I-I can’t let you see me like this,” Y/N admitted shyly, tugging on the band once more to snap it back in place. “I don’t look very nice,”

Harry pursed his lips in a thin line, roaming his hands over her stomach. Y/N winced at the closeness of his touch, inching her hand to grab at his. Though, Harry was quick to catch them.

“No, listen to me, Y/N,” He stared at her down. His breath was hitting her damp neck and she nodded nervously. “I do not care what you look like. You look beautiful to me everyday; with makeup without make up. In sweatpants or in skinny jeans. I don’t care,”

Y/N opened her mouth to respond because ‘that’s not really how you think of me’, she thought.

“It’s true,” Harry shrugged. “‘Know ya’ don’t believe me but it’s true. Love the way you’re plush on your stomach and everywhere else,”

Y/N laughed sarcastically, “You’re lying. There’s no way—look at me!”

“I am,” He said sternly, turning her around so that they could be face-to-face. “I’m looking at you right now, no?” Harry tilted his head to the side, raising an arm to thumb away the tears pooling beneath her eyes.

“Y-you just—how can you love me when I don’t even love myself? I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without crying,”

Harry’s heart broke with the withering sound of Y/N’s voice. Her words and tone held a truthfulness that pained him to no end. He couldn’t imagine the hatred Y/N felt for herself. Harry wished that he could make her see how beautiful she was.

“S’cause you’re not looking properly, love,” He whispered. His thumb stroked her cheek, hating the way her mouth drooped in a frown a little ways away. “Y’looking at yourself and finding things to hate,”

“There’s nothing to love, is there?”

Harry shook his head, grasping her jaw to look at her in the eye.

“There’s everything to love,” He pulled Y/N in for a hug. The feeling of her bare skin in his instantly warming his chest, toasting any sort of dilemma into a fuzzy feeling. “I wish you’d see it too,”

Y/N nodded in agreement, sniffling against his chest, “How do you do it, H?”

“Do what?”

“Love me,” She sighed, giving in to his embrace and wrapping her arms around his body. “For all of my pretty, which I doubt, and all of my ugly—you just accept everything about me. I jus’ wanna know how it feels like to love myself like you. . . like you love me,”

Harry’s heart practically melted at the whisper of her last few words—barely audible. But nonetheless, it warmed his heart that Y/N knew that she was loved. Y/N traced random patterns on his chest, zeroing in on the action to distract her from her shot of vulnerability.

“That’s how love works, no? Y’love someone despite what they think—despite what everybody thinks because it’s jus’ you and your person,”

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I love you guys.

[keilemlucent]

daddy keigo: christmas special

mostly sfw, suggestive content

warnings: daddy kink, christmas, gift-giving, keigo getting a wittle weapy, uwu

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hello! better late than never, here’s my little christmas drabble for the day. enjoy loves!!!!

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“Daddy, come on, I gotta get up!”

You hoped Keigo would be unsuspecting, as it was quite early in the morning for you to be hauling yourself from bed. How hard would it be to convince your mostly-asleep partner that you just needed to piss-- obviously, there wasn’t anything else going on.

Keigo grumbled, wings fanned out and rippling in his sleep as he reluctantly let you go from his arms. 

“Get back here soon,” Keigo said into the pillows, eyes still shut and body still slack. “Miss ya’, little bird.”

Your heart squeezed with glee as you gave him a final kiss before beginning your mission.

...

Keigo had been spoiling you. Gifts, treats, and presents for the past month as Christmas loomed. Despite all of the many treasures he purchased for you on the spot, a large pile of well-wrapped gifts had been appearing under your tree as the snowy month has gone on. Whenever you tried to worry about it, insist to Keigo that, “I know you’re my daddy, b-but isn’t this a lot--?”. 

He was always quick to quiet you, quick to hush you with greedy hands and knowing words, “You’re daddy’s good little bird, and daddy knows best.”

He did know best, you trusted him and knew that he did, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have your own plans for the holidays up your sleeve. The compulsion to make this holiday a particularly special one ran strong, as this was your first holiday together and able to celebrate it properly.

You flicked on the bathroom light and shut the door from the outside, hopefully fooling Keigo in his sleepy-state. Slipping into the guest room, your dropped onto your tummy, fishing with open hands under the bed. One by one, you pulled out wrapped gifts, one you’d collected and hid over the past several months, well and secretive. 

Keigo was kind enough to help you have an existence that didn’t require a job, not now at least. You’d dropped your full-time position sometime ago, after thorough discussion and a lot of internal turmoil. Keigo was more than happy to provide, feathers ruffling at even the opportunity to truly provide for you in such a way. Being home more meant Keigo could stop by at nearly anytime in his tumultuous schedule for a bit of welcomed and easily-given affection.

It also gave you time to spirit away during the day and gather presents and supplies for the holidays. 

You had an allowance to spend, one that you’d greedily gone all-out with in the weeks prior. There were more than enough enchanting markets and places to wander and gather from.

...

Pulling out the last gift, you carefully, quietly, began padding to the living room and positioning your new parcels under the tree. They joined the stacks already there, fineries and kindnesses Keigo had amassed. 

He deserved his own, of course.

You wondered how he did it. Keigo was one of the nations best heroes, who had the world on his shoulders most hours of the day, yet he still managed to make time for you, have energy for his little bird and all of your whims, so often mutually held. 

You wanted to spoil Keigo as well. 

He deserved it and you decided to provide if you could.

Once you arranged everything as you liked, you clicked the lights on and finished your own preparations. Slipping into a soft two-piece set (coordinating with one for Keigo, wrapped under the tree) and knit stockings that you settled at your mid-thighs, you started slipped away once more to make coffee.

Notably, it was early for you to be awake, especially after such a... long night before. Once or twice while you were on your knees arranging the gifts, you nearly gasped at your residual aches and pains. But, it was all worth it, even with your soreness and sleepy eyes.

It caught up with you as you yawned in the kitchen, patiently waiting for the gurgling coffee machine to finish brewing.

You gaze went wide as arms looped around your waist, clasping between your ribs. 

“Thought ya’ said you were coming back to bed,” Keigo whined against your neck. “Not making coffee. It’s too early, we need more sleep.”

You let a smile play on your lips, one he wouldn’t be able to see. 

“But I wanna open presents,” you whined, facing him with a spin and nuzzling your nose into his. “... Please?”

Keigo rose to his full height, eyebrows raised and looking as stunning as ever. Despite the bedhead and T that littered his shoulders the neck, he was still as effortlessly gorgeous as always.

He gave you a grin, golden and glowing and all for you, “Greedy, and this early too?”

You pushed out your bottom lip, giving him a sweet frown, “It’s Christmas, Kei’, please?”

Keigo dropped a quick and sharp slap to your outer thigh, one that had you falling against him with a yelp.

“Only because you’re so cute.”

He has no idea.

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And Keigo didn’t. 

You dragged him by the wrist to the living room, decorated and fragrant with the lingering smell of evergreen and cedar candles. He slowed as the tree, something not-too grand but decorated with a hodgepodge of shared and crafted ornaments, came into view. 

Reverently, you watched his expression shift. He was most honest through his wings.

His hand squeezed your own, thumb rubbing yours as his wings fluttered a few times behind him, unbridled and unhindered in your presence (no pun intended.)

His gaze was glued to the extra stacks of gifts, done up with your own glimmering wrapping paper and handmade bows, “... What?” 

You couldn’t contain yourself any longer. 

You tugged him to the tree, dragging him down to the soft fabric at its base. Keigo was still somewhat frozen, almost rigid in your grip. Swallowing down any potential anxieties, your shifted so your knees touched, parallel.

“I am a little greedy, but I mostly wanted to surprise you,” You beamed, grabbing one of the most flimsy gift from the top of the stack. “You should open to this one first.”

Keigo’s gaze was still wide and owlish as he accepted the parcel from you, “... Why?”

“Look and see, daddy. I think you’ll like it.”

...

And fuck, did he. 

It was a simple set, just a soft long-sleeve and bottoms, lightly patterned with faint stars and moons. Still, Keigo noticed immediately as his gaze flickered from the fabric stretching over your thighs and the bundle he held in his hands.

“They... match?” Keigo wondered aloud, unable to stop the way his jaw fell open.

You beamed even brighter, if that was possible, “They do! So we can match today, and that’s just one of the things I got you!”

And Keigo got it. That entire fucking mountain of presents that rivaled the one he’d amassed for you belonged to him. 

He must’ve been staring at his, mouth still agape, for sometime.

Your wobbling voice pulled him from his stupor, “... Is t-this okay, daddy?” 

Keigo perked up, breath catching as you pawed at your face, eyes shining with little tears, “I wanted to surprise you, but I-I understand, t-this is a l-lot--”

“Hush,” Keigo quieted you, trying to keep his voice firm and authoritative enough while his wings flexed and trembled behind him. He gave his own shaking breath, tsking under his breath, “My little birds been planning and hiding such a big, precious secret from me? And got away with it? I’m impressed.”

You sniffled, tears already drying, “I was r-really sneaky. You had no idea.” 

He didn’t. Keigo had hardly noticed any sneaking around, and surely what he had picked up on, he didn’t connect to the sweet pile of gifts you acquired for him and the matching fucking pajamas--

His breath caught in his throat, eyes welling with his own tears, rare and precious. 

You wiped a bit of wetness off his cheek with a thumb, giving him a little, ever-attentive smile, “Do you want to change into those? Then we can open the rest?” 

Keigo tugged you forward, into his lap, thighs over his own to tuck you cheek into the crook of his neck, “I’d like that a lot, little bird.”

(You took care of him, as much as he took care of you, even if it was more implicit.)

And he hoisted you over one shoulder, starry loungewear over the other, carrying of with a flourish of high giggles and excitement for the day.