#making stuff up about dd again

[stoopid-turtle]

made-up mbti types for dd and gg

So the GQ event that dd attended recently (you know, the one with the love hat) was supposedly gonna share his MBTI type with us. I don't think they ever did, probably because dd just didn't do the test thing. I'm not surprised we never got to see his mbti type, but I did have my own guess as to what he'd score, so I figured I'd share here.

(As a note, MBTI is pretty much junk science but it's fun. Just don't take it too seriously. I used to be really into it in a fannish sense and it's the closest I get to woo-stuff. If you don't know what MBTI is, here have fun.)

Cut to the chase: I'd guess dd is ISFP. My reasoning below the cut.

Introvert - The best way I've found to describe the difference is that introverts recharge by being alone. That is, a weekend full of social engagements is something they need some alone-time after. For an extrovert, social events, themselves, recharge them. Being alone is what's exhausting and what they try to avoid.

DD's probably rarely fully alone, given his busy schedule and the life of a celebrity. But introverts have ways to introverting, even among a bunch of people. I think sometimes people conflate "introvert" to mean "shy", but they're not the same. I don't think dd is particularly shy. It's just all about where your energy comes from.

Sensing - This one is about how you process information.

As an illustration, my bff and I were on a road trip once. She's the type who liked to literally pull over a smell the freaking flowers. And she could name every single flower/plant/tree she came across. Her eye for detail and ability to describe things with precision is always boggling to me, because to me, the most I can say is something like "It was sunny and the trees are green". Very vague. All about the overall impression rather than the details.

In MBTI terms, my bff would be Sensing while I'm Intuition (this is the N. Just go with it). Intuition folks are thought of as the big picture, abstract thinkers while Sensing is about the details and about the Facts of the World.

I mentioned before that dd strikes me as a pretty literal thinker, and that type of thinking overlaps with Sensing more than Intuition.

Feeling - People get confused by this one. It's not about whether the person expresses emotions or anything like that. It's about decision-making. When making a choice, does this person weigh the pros and cons? Try to come to a reasonable and sound decision? Or do they go by gut, following their emotions like animes tell them to?

This is hard to assess because we don't know much about how dd goes about making the decisions he makes. We don't know what went into his decision to go into idol training, say, or why he put his hat in the ring for The Untamed.

I'm making a guess that he's more driven by emotion than thinking. This isn't to say he acts blindly without any thought or that he never makes rational decisions, but he weighs his feelings highly. He'll pursue a gay romantic relationship with another celebrity, despite the risks, because he's in love and, you know, he follows his heart. His decision to submit his headshot for The Untamed, especially, strikes me as being Feeling-driven. Given his career at the time, acting in a BL adaptation was off the beaten path and risky. He lost fans because of it.

I think both gg and dd make a feelings-based decision to drop candies for turtles. There's no rational business case to do so. It's simply because they value having a group of fans who recognize them as a couple and they want to keep those fans with them.

Perceiving - This one's about how you plan or organize your time (or don't).

Judgers are the type to have a planner with a set schedule a routine. They have trouble adapting when their schedule gets disrupted. Perceivers are more go with the flow, able to take things as they come. When taking vacays, they would rather not have a packed itinerary bc they want the freedom to go where the moment takes them.

This is also something I don't feel I have a lot of insight on. DD's schedule is heavily managed and heavily packed, and he spends most of his time diligently following along with that schedule. That's part of his job, though. On his own, would he be inclined to keep to a schedule? I kinda don't think so.

I'm just going based on his...um...general chaotic energy. That and his tendency to do his KPI social media posts all at the last minute. Classic Perceiver move.

***

So, ISFP. In truth, each of these traits is a spectrum and people show examples all along the different traits at different times (for instance, dd's decision-making in SDC is typically strategic rather than based on feelings). Most things are based on context. But this feels right to me, overall.

For gg, I haven't watched near as much of him as I have of dd, but a guess would be INFJ.

Feel free to share your own ideas. Or squee about the love hat. Whatever. 🐢🐢🐢

[keeps-ache]

mm i Neeed to go the beach

[gracemarkss]

far be it from me to hand it to any man but i think some of the reactions to dd’s podcast are um. insane. like yes he’s got a bit of an ego problem and a tendency towards acting like an ass. no he’s not irredeemable or to blame for every issue on the txf set or his rship w/ ga. yes he’s a guy and there was going to be some major divergence between his experience and ga’s experience due to misogyny exacerbating what she went through. no i don’t think he’s completely ignorant of this anymore. like idk unfortunately his vulnerability and willingness to think critically about his behavior is extremely endearing to me and while there are many instances of him being an asshole, ego driven, self centered, and having unfair expectations of ga emotionally and otherwise i don’t think that’s all he is or was. idk unfortunately i am a bit bewitched by him, i’m not saying anyone has to like him or give a shit at all and i wouldn’t even go so far as to label myself a ~fan~. but i think just in general this type of vulnerability and humanity and willingness to engage with one’s flaws and missteps and hurtful behaviors and shame being met with such disdain is kind of sad. of course forgiveness or absolution is not the required or even most appropriate response by any means. no one’s opinion has to change. it’s more about being open to a space existing to talk about this stuff, even if it doesn’t change how you feel. or something lmao

[averlym]

a word to the wise sometimes the only true rest is looking beyond what you thought was success

so true! adamandi is full of wise advice such as this, including: "and you'll never feel better if you - fucking die- you stupid ass!"

[flowersandcandy06]

Oh yeah since today (7/7) is the star festival day (aka Tanabata), what do you think Mother Nature or any of the Weatherhumans wish for??

Like maybe Rain-chan would wish for more rain or something and Thunderstorm-chan would wish for Lightning-kun to get run over and vice versa, meanwhile Mother Nature's is all like "I wish more lesbians would exist for me to date" (something along those lines) but then it's like. I don't think the girls can date you ma'am you're a deity who's gonna do that because if a girl were to date such a giant deity-godthing like. Like her. I think their mind would explode at the thought of Mother FREAKING Nature wanting to date them. So one of the Weatherhumans would look over at her wish that's hung from the tree and look at her like "?????" And then they get closer to her face and be even more like "?????????????????" Just. Yea haha

Oh no I splurged about Weatherhuman scenarios again oh god-

[infamous-if]

✭INFAMOUS UPDATE IS HERE ✭

238K -> 457K WORDS

Please read this post before playing! It's finally here! After five months of writing and rewriting and salvaging and crying and sweating and bleeding I finally finished sort of kind of! Firstly, I want to thank you for your patience and understanding over this duration of this rewrite. It was stressful at times but I'm happy with the end result and I hope everyone else will be too :)

This will be the last chapter I release without beta testers/other sets of eyes so expect errors. I can playtest until my fingers turn blue but I'm just one person </3 I'm bound to have missed stuff.

Please let me know of errors! I tested it a few times with no problems but we know how it goes lol

IN THIS CHAPTER THREE UPDATE:

drama

mayhem

chaos

some betrayal

some surprises

just...read it lmao

PROLOGUE - CHAPTER 2 CHANGES:

**chapter two was too large of a file to upload on dd so I had to split it last minute and I uhhhh dont know how that translates in the demo but it should work lol please let me know if its wonky!**

fixed up grammatical errors and typos

expanded some scenes and added some more choices

you can now choose that your mc has "changed" in some way (drinking, no longer drinking, partier, no longer a partier, negative, positive, attached, detached, or a general default. I was asked to add an MC who "gets around" or hookups a lot but I'm still debating on whether I'll add that since there's already quite a bit lolol)

you can choose to have changed your band's genre before/after seven

TECHNICAL CHANGES:

you will be able to explicitly state your sexuality in the beginning. this was a big ask and I apologize for not doing it earlier! I wasn't good at coding when I started and I knew I always wanted to make the genders separate from MC's sexuality but I didn't know how to do that at the start :) So you can still choose the genders of the ROs for story purposes and variety. IF YOU DO NOT SEE ROMANCE OPTIONS THAT IS NOT A BUG. You simply chose a RO gender that doesn't correlate with the sexuality you chose for your MC. Having said that, if you do see a romance option available and it's not supposed to be there please let me know! That means I may have missed it coding-wise.

the stats have been all fixed! I've added all the necessary variables and such. The stat portion of the game has been updated with the appropriate pages but they're not finished. Still, the stats should be fine.

You will now have confessionals in the stat page! The feature still isn't a thing yet because I haven't come up with the confessionals lolol but you can click on it to see what it's about. Essentially, as you progress through the story you will be able to see confessionals from the cast of Infamous throughout. They disappear and appear periodically so if you miss it, THAT'S IT! You won't get a chance to see them again until MC watches an episode where it's relevant.

There is now a: Discography page, Infamous wiki, botb cast and staff page, and other characters page for organization. Those are not finished but they're there!

I changed a few stat names but their functions remain the same.

You will be able to choose how you would like to be described (masculine, feminine, neither, both).

O is officially gender-selectable.

You can set the genders of the ROs at the start or wait till you meet them.

PLAY HERE

[monicfever]

How you think the punisher and DD characters would be with their s/o asking to move in with them

asking to move in 𝜗𝜚 daredevil & punisher hc’s

r e q u e s t e d ♡

characters used ᝰ .ᐟ matt murdock / frank castle / foggy nelson / karen page / elektra / ben poindexter / billy russo / dinah madani / james wesley

⏜︵ MATT MURDOCK. 𐂯

MATT pauses for a moment, trying to process it fully, because his brain short-circuits a little at the idea of someone wanting to share that much of their life with him.

“you really want to?” like he’s trying not to sound too hopeful but failing. you can hear the smile in his voice before you see it on his face. he probably acts cool about it but is internally spiraling in nervousness.

immediately starts thinking about how to make the apartment more comfortable for you, even if it means giving up some of his own habits or routines. asks if you want a drawer… and then the next day clears out half his closet without saying anything. lets your things blend into his space like they’ve always belonged.

listens to your footsteps echo in the apartment and thinks it already feels more like home.

has a brief moment of worry about you finding out how bad his insomnia really is, or how often he gets hurt, but ultimately decides you're worth the risk. starts sleeping a little better just knowing you're there.

makes you coffee in the morning even when he’s half-dead from a night out as daredevil.

listens to the sound of your key turning in the lock like it’s his favuorite song. gets irrationally proud when you call it “home” for the first time

the first time you fall asleep on his chest on the couch, he doesn’t move for hours, even if he’s stiff and sore, because it’s the best thing he’s ever felt. lets you steal all the blankets because he runs warm anyway.

hears your heartbeat when you're unpacking and notices the slight tremor of nerves — whispers, “me too”.

finds one of your socks in his drawer weeks later and smiles like an idiot all over again.

if you're out late, he pretends he's not listening for you on the street but he's absolutely tracking your every step once you’re a block away.

lets you put up art on the walls, even if he can’t see it, just because he knows it makes you happy. touches the wall near where you hung a photo and quietly asks, “what’s this one of?” with a smile that says he’s already memorizing where everything is, even if he can’t see it.

gets really self-conscious about how sparse and impersonal his place is — starts asking things like, “do you want to paint? get some real curtains?”

the first time you leave clothes on the floor, he trips over them and mutters a sarcastic, “great, love this part.” but you can hear the affection behind it.

the first time he comes back injured after you’ve moved in, he panics — not because he’s hurt, but because he doesn’t want you to see him like that. lets you patch him up anyway, quiet and vulnerable, murmuring “i’m sorry” over and over.

learns how to move around the apartment a little differently now, more careful, more attuned to your presence — even asleep, he always knows where you are.

the first time you kiss him goodbye on your way out in the morning, he stands there for a full minute afterward, grounding himself.

⏜︵ FRANK CASTLE. 𐂯

FRANK goes completely still. like statue-still. doesn’t say anything right away because he’s not sure he heard you right. finally mutters something like, “you sure?” but his voice is rough and low, like he’s fighting back something big.

part of him wants to say no — not because he doesn’t want it, but because he’s scared he’ll ruin it. the other part of him, the part that remembers what peace used to feel like, is already picturing what your toothbrush would look like next to his.

doesn’t know how to ask what kind of stuff you’d need space for, so he just clears out an entire drawer and half the closet and pretends it was always like that. fixes the creaky step by the door before you even move in.

sharpens every knife in the kitchen. installs better locks. reinforces the windows. doesn’t tell you. just does it. the first time you fall asleep in his bed after moving in, he stays awake all night listening to your breathing like it’s the only thing tethering him to the world.

lets you put your books and blankets and candles around, even if it feels like too much softness at first — it grows on him. catches himself smiling when he sees your coffee mug in the sink. still sleeps with one eye open but it’s less about paranoia now and more about making sure you’re okay.

the first time he has a nightmare after you move in, he almost leaves in the middle of the night, but you hold onto him and he stays.

says “this place is yours too” and means it, even if it terrifies him doesn’t call it home out loud, but he feels it in his chest every time he walks through the door and you’re there.

starts cooking more, not just heating up canned stuff — actual meals, because you’re there and you deserve better. doesn’t say much when you rearrange the furniture a little, sits in the new spot on the couch without complaint like it was always meant to be that way.

silently memorizes the sound of your footsteps, your breathing, the way you hum when you’re making tea — tiny details he tucks away.

buys an extra blanket for the bed but claims it was “just lying around” — it’s new, and soft, and clearly for you. one day you catch him fixing the busted sink cabinet, muttering to himself like “can’t have you hurtin’ your damn knee on this thing” and it’s the most tender thing in the world.

gets weirdly possessive over your safety now that you're sharing a space — triple-checks locks, glances out the window every time he hears something.

he doesn’t say “i love you” easily — if at all — but you hear it in the way he says “you good?” every night before bed.

thinks about his old life sometimes, but now when he does, there’s less pain in the remembering and more hope in the now.

⏜︵ FOGGY NELSON. 𐂯

FOGGY says “really??” with wide eyes and a grin before you even finish the sentence. immediately starts talking about how you can redecorate — “i was gonna get new pillows anyway. those old ones are criminal, and not in a cool-lawyer way.”

gets way too excited about sharing a grocery list, like “now we can buy milk together like adults!”

plays it cool but absolutely calls matt the second you leave the room like “guess who’s shacking up with someone way out of his league?”

genuinely proud when you bring over a toothbrush, like it’s a milestone. insists on cooking dinner the first night you officially move in. burns something. orders takeout. swears it was the plan all along

excited to show you every little part of the apartment like “and this — is the cabinet where i keep old soy sauce packets, but we can throw them out now.”

buys a “his & theirs” or “ours” type of mug even though you didn't ask for one. starts referring to things as “ours” before you do — our couch, our kitchen, our mess, our bed.

gives you a key and then immediately worries he made it too big a deal, so he plays it off like “no pressure, just... y'know. if you wanna come and go like a cool roommate who kisses me sometimes”

absolutely cries the first time you call it “home,” but tries to hide it by pretending there’s something in his eye. kisses your forehead while mumbling “can’t believe you’re stuck with me now” and means it.

starts labeling leftovers in the fridge with cute notes like ‘for you (but i’ll fight you for it).’

if you move even one thing slightly, he notices immediately but rolls with it — “did you move the couch a little? i love it. feng shui, baby.”

offers to build ikea furniture with you and somehow turns it into a romantic bonding experience instead of a war. brings home takeout with your favourite sides just because it’s thursday. starts referring to weekends as ‘us days.’

you catch him watching you with this stupidly soft look when you’re folding laundry or doing something completely ordinary. 100% keeps a mental inventory of your snacks and restocks them without being asked.

your first mini-argument about something dumb (like which way the toilet paper goes) ends with him making a dramatic legal defense for his side — complete with opening statements.

finds excuses to say “our place” as often as possible — “our place could use a plant, don’t you think? we’re plant people now.”

if you leave town even for a day, he immediately texts “this apartment is haunted by your absence” and sends sad selfies with your pillow.

you once casually mention you like soft lighting and the next day there are like three new lamps and he’s pretending it was totally normal behavior.

⏜︵ KAREN PAGE. 𐂯

KAREN goes quiet for a second, her heart stutters at the idea of being chosen like this. looks at you with this wide, soft gaze and says “are you sure?” but you can already see the yes blooming behind her eyes.

she smiles right away but her eyes flicker, like she’s flipping through every time she’s let someone in and gotten hurt. she says yes gently, like she’s afraid if she says it too loud it’ll scare the moment away.

later that night, when she’s alone, she stares at the corner of her apartment and starts mentally rearranging furniture just to make room for you.

the first night you bring a few things over, she’s buzzing with nervous energy — lighting candles, fluffing pillows, asking “do you want this side of the bed or that one?” three times.

she overthinks everything — are you comfortable? is it too soon? does it smell weird in here? what if you hate how she folds towels?

she insists on doing a “tour” even though it’s a small apartment — shows you the squeaky kitchen drawer, the window that fogs up in the morning, her favourite mug. the first time you brush teeth side by side, she watches your reflection in the mirror and feels this quiet little thrill in her chest.

she’s careful about letting you into her routines, but once you’re in, you’re in — she brings you coffee with exactly the right amount of sugar and leaves notes on the mirror in the morning.

gets a little nervous about being “too much”—too messy, too intense, too late-night-working— but when you reassure her, she melts.

lights candles at night to make it cozy, and always puts on soft music while you’re both unwinding. loves grocery shopping with you. makes it a whole date. argues playfully over which pasta is best.

if you have a rough day, she’ll cook something simple and grounding, even if she’s tired, and sit cross-legged on the floor with you to eat.

tells foggy immediately and with so much joy in her voice that he tears up a little.

⏜︵ ELEKTRA. 𐂯

ELEKTRA laughs at first — not unkindly, but like you’ve caught her off guard, like you just suggested something absurd. “you want to live with me?” she says, smiling with a raised brow, but there's a flicker of something behind it — fear, maybe. or wonder.

“you’re either very brave… or very stupid.” but her voice is gentler than her words. doesn’t say yes right away. needs time to sit with it. she’s not used to people wanting to stay, let alone being allowed to stay.

the first time she sees you carrying a bag into her place, her heart jumps like a startled bird — but she keeps her face calm, cool, unreadable acts like it’s not a big deal. like your toothbrush beside hers is just “convenient.” like your jacket on her chair doesn’t make her chest ache in a good way.

rearranges nothing. if you want space, you have to carve it out yourself — but once you do, she never touches it. it’s yours.

the first time you bring her coffee in the morning, she stares at it like it’s a weapon she doesn’t know how to disarm.

tries to hide her affection in sarcasm — “what, planning to redecorate now?” — but her fingers brush against yours a little too long when you hand her something.

she lets you see her vulnerabilities in small fleeting moments. when she comes back after a mission, her expression softens when she sees you sitting on the couch waiting for her, and she doesn’t hide the relief that hits her. when you catch her staring at you across the room, she looks away quickly, but the warmth in her eyes is undeniable — like she’s finally allowed herself to belong somewhere.

if you ever say “i love you,” she’ll freeze for a moment, then give you that sharp, half-smile that means she’s feeling things she can’t put into words. she never says it back in those moments — not because she doesn’t feel it, but because she’s not sure how to show it without breaking.

the quiet is important to her. too much noise and she’ll retreat — go for a walk, meditate, or just sit in silence until she can breathe again. intimacy is still new to her. she doesn’t always know how to be tender when things are calm. she’s used to chaos, violence.

in the evenings, after a long day, she’s still a little restless. she’ll either pace around or dive into her training — anything to keep the adrenaline in check — but she never minds when you join her, even if it’s just sitting in the same room, offering quiet support.

she’s always late to bed, lingering in the quiet of the night with thoughts that won’t settle, but you’ve learned to meet her halfway. you stay up just a little longer, keeping her company, offering the presence she craves but never asks for.

she doesn’t ask you to stay. she dares you to. and when you do, she looks at you like you’re the first person in the world who’s ever passed her test.

⏜︵ BEN POINDEXTER. 𐂯

DEX, at first, would freeze. completely caught off guard. it’s not something he’s ever really considered. he’s used to being alone, isolated, and the idea of someone sharing his space would set off alarms in his head. part of him is thrilled by the idea, but another part feels like he's being asked to open a door he’s been desperately trying to keep closed.

he’d try to play it cool, maybe give a half-hearted smile, and act like it’s not a big deal, but you’d see the tension in his posture, the slight shift in his eyes, betraying his nerves. he wouldn’t be used to sharing space, and while he’d agree (hesitantly), he’d quickly start obsessing over everything — every little thing you might change or touch.

moving in with him would require adjustments for you. his place is sparse, cold, slightly clinical — some things are arranged in odd, very specific ways. any changes you make, even small ones, would throw him off, and he is not going to be the type to adapt.

he tries so hard to be easy to live with. washes dishes right after eating. folds your laundry just the way you like. buys the same brand of everything you use because he doesn’t want to mess it up. but when things go out of rhythm — when you go out of rhythm — his chest tightens. the world tilts. and he doesn’t know how to ask, “did i do something wrong?” so he just hovers, waiting for the routine to return

he'd ask for boundaries almost immediately, perhaps too early, like he’s putting walls up before they’ve even begun to come down.

he never outright says “i need you to stay on schedule,” but you can feel it. the way his body goes tight when you skip breakfast, the way his voice flattens when you cancel plans last minute. like you’ve disrupted something crucial to his sense of control. when you do stay consistent — when you fall into routine naturally — he relaxes. he’s all quiet humming, fingers brushing yours while passing a mug, lingering in the doorway just to watch you exist.

there’s an underlying unease to everything he does: the way he watches you unpack, the way he hovers when you move something slightly out of place, like he’s hyper-aware of every decision being made. he’d definitely have moments of intensity when you both adjust to this new dynamic. any accidental miscommunication or small thing would make him tense up, on edge because it feels like he’s walking on thin ice.

he’d have a very hard time with the idea of you being “permanent,” and may subconsciously sabotage the idea out of fear of getting too close. he might withdraw without explanation, acting distant to see if you’ll leave, just to test how much you’re willing to stay. eventually, he’d start letting down the walls in small ways: leaving his phone unlocked for you to use if you need it, letting you use his bathroom products, giving you a drawer for your things.

he notices every single thing you do. how you fold your socks. what side of the bed you take. the sound of your toothbrush against the sink. it becomes part of his routine. part of the structure he builds around himself to stay okay. he starts checking if the stove is off twice instead of three times because your voice in the kitchen grounds him faster than his rituals ever could.

incredibly routine-oriented. if you mess with the order of things — dishes, towels, what shelf the mugs go on — he doesn’t say anything at first, but you’ll catch him quietly moving them back later. doesn’t like a lot of clutter. your stuff slowly migrating into his space freaks him out at first. not because he doesn’t want you there, but because change makes him feel like he’s losing control.

he has comfort habits; like lining up his keys just so, or triple-checking the locks. if you ask he’ll downplay it, but if you don’t ask and just let him do it, he relaxes around you faster.

he doesn’t just notice your routine — he memorizes it. down to the minute. how long your showers take, what time you usually eat, which sock you put on first. if anything changes, even slightly, he feels it in his body like a system glitch.

he builds his entire day around you without realizing it. he starts syncing his schedule to yours — when you wake up, when you brush your teeth, when you leave for work. if you're five minutes late one morning, he gets stuck staring at the door like it personally betrayed him. your habits become sacred. you like honey in your tea? he’ll keep three kinds in the cupboard just in case one runs out. you hum while folding laundry? he starts doing it too. not on purpose, it just imprints.

he keeps a mental archive of everything that soothes you. what music you put on when you’re sad. how you like your blankets folded. the exact temperature you set the thermostat to. and then starts applying it before you ask, like clockwork. if you ask how he knew you needed something, he just says, “i pay attention,” but he won’t tell you that he’s been tracking it for weeks.

if you act off routine — oversleep, cry out of nowhere, forget to eat — he goes into full quiet panic mode. he won’t bombard you with questions, but he’ll hover close, every muscle in his body tense, waiting for the threat he thinks he missed.

he starts sleeping better with you there. deeper. more still. but only if you’re facing him. if you turn away he wakes up every time. when you fall asleep on the couch, he sits nearby on the floor, just watching you breathe. hand resting on the edge of the cushion like he’s guarding you. like if he lets go, something bad will happen.

he'll try not to be clingy but the fact is, the closer you get, the more obsessive his behavior can become. you’ll notice him lingering in rooms just to be near you, watching your every move, constantly ensuring that you’re comfortable and safe. If something’s off he can go into a spiral. that gnawing fear of losing you.

and when you look at him with soft eyes and say, “i love being here with you,” his throat goes tight. “yeah?” like it’s fragile. like it might vanish.

⏜︵ BILLY RUSSO. 𐂯

BILLY’S first reaction is a practiced, easy smile. cool, smooth. "you really want to?" he sounds confident — playful, even — but his heart stutters like it just got clipped by a bullet. there’s a flicker behind his eyes. one second of real vulnerability before it’s buried under charisma.

he says yes. of course he does. but internally? he’s spiraling. he’s spent his whole life building walls lined with silk and marble, and now you’re asking to step inside.

he makes it look effortless. he wants this to feel like it was always going to happen. “it’s your place too now, sweetheart.” he says with that soft, smirking charm — but deep down, he’s bracing for you to change your mind.

the penthouse is pristine. expensive. cold. and when you move in, he watches your stuff disrupt that carefully polished perfection—and he loves it more than he knows how to say. a mug you leave on the counter? he stares at it for a second longer than he should. your shoes by the door? he steps around them like they’re sacred.

he keeps acting cool — laughs when you accidentally drop a sock in the hallway, rolls his eyes when you leave a light on — but every time you do something domestic, his chest gets tighter in a way he’ll never admit out loud.

starts getting scared of loving it too much. of waking up next to you and thinking, this could be forever, and then remembering that forever’s never been kind to him.

he’s obsessive about protecting you now. starts double-checking locks, adding security, keeping a closer eye on who’s around you. he won’t call it paranoia, but you know what it is. his trauma simmers underneath it all. on nights he can’t sleep, he’ll go out onto the balcony, staring at the skyline like it owes him answers. when you come out and wrap your arms around him, he just leans into you silently. he’s still afraid you’ll leave. that you’ll see the cracks under the surface — the mess he hides under suits and soft lighting — and walk away.

so he starts giving you pieces of himself, slowly. a key. his favourite hoodie. his real laugh, unpolished and unguarded

“honey, im home.” in that frustratingly charming voice when he’s trying to be annoying.

mornings are quiet. not cold, just muted. he’s already been awake for a while, sipping espresso by the window in a robe that’s way too expensive, staring out like he’s trying to solve a puzzle only he can see. but the second he hears you stir, he softens. brings you coffee without asking, knows exactly how you take it. kisses the top of your head like he’s done it forever. never says good morning like a normal person. always some variation of “hey, gorgeous.” or “you sleep okay, baby?” — and it sounds like velvet every time.

he watches you move around the kitchen like it’s art. like it calms something in him. you’re the only chaos he allows inside his perfect little world.

when he’s had a bad day, he won’t say anything. just drops onto the couch beside you and pulls you onto him like you’re an anchor. you let him sit in the silence until he’s ready to breathe again.

he can’t cook. not well. but he insists on making you dinner at least once a week — usually ends with a half-burned something and him going, “okay, maybe i’m more of a reservation guy.”

he gets weirdly attached to your routines. like, if you skip a skincare step one night, he notices. “no moisturizer?” he asks, faux-casual, but he’s already reaching for the bottle.

he never says it directly, but being with you day to day makes him feel human. like maybe he’s more than the wreckage he came from. and when you say “i love living with you,” his whole body stills. like it’s too much. like it hurts. then he touches your face, gently, reverently, and says, “you have no idea how much that means to me.”

⏜︵ DINAH MADANI. 𐂯

DINAH blinks. once. twice. like she didn’t hear you right the first time. “you serious?” half-laughing, half-deflecting, because that’s easier than letting her heart show on her face.

the truth is: she’s wanted you there. for a while. but she didn’t think she was allowed to want that kind of softness. she probably tries to play it off like it’s no big deal. “sure. yeah. we can try it.” but you can see the way her shoulders drop just a little. like a weight she didn’t know she was carrying slipped off.

she spends the next week obsessing over logistics. where your stuff will go. whether her place is “too small.” acts like she’s just being practical, but really, she’s panicking under the surface. she doesn’t share space easily. she’s used to her solitude. used to walking around guarded even in her own home. so with you she tries. she wants to let you in, even if her hands shake while doing it.

clears a drawer, then a second one. gives you the better side of the closet. buys you your own toothbrush holder without saying a word. still doesn’t let you see her cry. not yet. not even when you set a mug down beside her while she’s working late and kiss the top of her head.

every time she comes home and hears you moving around in the apartment, she exhales without realizing it. like her body’s been holding tension all day and finally gets to release it. she’s not great at domesticity, but she tries. starts making dinner with you, folds your laundry and pretends she’s not secretly proud of it all.

when you fall asleep on the couch, she puts a blanket over you and sits beside you in the dark, sipping wine and watching whatever you left on the tv. doesn’t even care what it is. she just wants to be near you.

still keeps parts of herself locked up tight, files and folders and grief she never talks about. but every now and then, she lets you see the cracks “i’m not .. easy to live with,” she says one night, eyes on the floor.

⏜︵ JAMES WESLEY. 𐂯

WESLEY doesn’t flinch. doesn’t stutter. just tilts his head slightly like he’s calculating what this means, how it fits into the long-term picture he already started building with you months ago. “you want to?” he says it low, like he’s double-checking, not because he’s surprised, because he wants to be sure.

you nod, and he’s quiet for a second too long. then he smiles, small and private, like something just slotted perfectly into place. “okay.” simple. certain. like he’s already rearranging his entire life in his head and doesn’t see a single downside.

he’d already been making room for you before you asked. subtle shifts. an extra set of your preferred wine glasses. drawer space you hadn’t noticed yet. everything is done intentionally. he doesn’t rush anything, but by the time you bring over your first overnight bag, there’s already a place for every item.

he doesn’t just make room for your things — he blends them into the space like they’ve always belonged. a book you left out gets bookmarked and stacked next to his. your jacket ends up hanging beside his tailored coat. if you move something, even if it’s out of place, he leaves it there. memorizes the change. adjusts.

he notices everything. the way your keys sound when you drop them on the counter, your mood when you walk in, what kind of music means you had a long day. you come home once and he’s already poured your favourite drink, sat it on the table, like he’s been waiting for that exact version of you.

he doesn’t show affection with grand gestures, he shows it in consistency. in remembering. in placing himself exactly where you need him to be without being asked.

at night, he watches you read, or wash your face, or fold laundry like it’s a scene he wants to etch into stone. like it’s the first thing that’s ever felt like peace.

he keeps your schedule memorized. he knows when you’re home, when you’re late, when you’re off. if something’s wrong he’s already halfway to fixing it before you even mention it.

he lets you talk through your day at dinner while he listens, always with quiet focus. occasionally he’ll offer insight or dry commentary, but mostly he’s content to just hear you speak.

he doesn’t nag about tidiness, he just fixes things without a word. your charger’s always plugged in. the pantry stays stocked with what you love. if you leave something out — like a sweater on the back of a chair — he’ll leave it there until you wear it again. he’s waiting to see if that was part of your pattern.

when you’re sick, he takes time off without being asked. “don’t argue,” he’ll say, slipping a blanket over your legs. “you’d do the same.” when he’s sick, he pretends he’s fine. but the minute you touch his forehead and tell him to sit down, he obeys without a word. only for you.

he buys expensive soap you mentioned liking once. replaces your pillow when you say your neck’s been sore. upgrades the apartment’s security without telling you. at night, he reads next to you, one hand resting on your thigh.

when you call it “home,” he just gives you this look — soft, quiet, intense. like he’s storing the word away somewhere deep

★ a / n : i didn’t add muse to this one bc im sick asf and tired but if somebody wants me to add him just leave a comment and i can come up with smth no biggie

started 4.26.2025. finished 4.28.2025.

( masterlist. )

©️ monicfever 2025

[rexhya]

bakusquad as real life hs tropes (pt.2) — ✦ ✦

incl — katsuki, eijirou, kaminari, hanta, mina

warn — same as before, basically a detailed version of last one, NOT BETA READ,

freshman year —

first semester katsuki and eijirou quite literally had a single class together, (apc) eijirou was visibly devastated, katsuki was subtly upset. other than lunch they were brutally starved of each others affection ( amplifying katsuki's already insaney grumpy personality )

this is also when mina and kat get really close and kat gets really protective, he gets into a fight with his guy mina used to talk to, he's suspended for like 3 days and was totally worth bc the guy peed himself

denki and company doesn't get why katsuki had to fight him untill he sees the messages between the two ( and now they want to jump him but mina insists on leaving him be )

eijirou also gets his first girlfriend during this time unsurprisingly he's completely head over heels and they practically never see him because of it, denki and sero think shes cute, mina and katsuki fucking hate the bitch, not only because she takes up 100% of his time but because she hates them as well

the girl ended up cheating on him ( we told you so !) and mina finally has a reason to smack the living daylights outta her ( per kirishimas request ) bakugou records and hypes her up. ( the girl was a little bigger but mina had that second round )

this is when denki first decides to try the gateway to all drugs, marjuana and man was that a life changing experience for him. tells sero about it first, tells him not to tell anyone else cus he knows they'll be disappointed in him ( bakugou )

sero ( who loves him dearly ) agrees and pretends to get a crazy high when he tries it himself ( it's really not shit he just wants to like what denks likes bc he likes him )

second semester comes around and all except mina have lunch together ( she usually skips to eat with them anyways ) this is when their popularity really starts picking up, bakugou and kirishima made varsity as freshmen, mina randomly blew up on social media, denki and sero are now friends with the entire school, it was a good era for them.

rumors go around and eventually the 3 of them find out denki's been smoking himself away ( bakugou was beefing w/ shinsou, there was a strange topic switch ) and denki shrugs ( nervously ) under the crimson red gaze.

katsuki is more mad at the fact sero knew before he did ( only he can have favorites ) he asks if they should do it together as a group ( their table erupts in a roar so loud to this day none of the cafeteria knew what happened) and of course they all agree

denki is radiating with pleasure that whole day ( who knew the pomeranian could be so accepting )

sunset, mc donalds parking lot they all smoke for the first time together. bakugou has a coughing fit and questions how he can ingest stuff like that, denki shrugs again, seros head on his lap. all it does is make him sleepy and slightly giggly, mina is far from chillaxed, she and bakugo are laughing their asses of at fucking nothing ( mostly bc mina is 10x more hyper right now, ans bakugou just thinks its the funniest thing in the world )

eijirou decided to be their DD ( in reality he was to pussy to actually try anything but didn't wanna be left out ) and takes the four of them home ( per his older brother, thank you akane kirishima )

eijirou is asleep in the car, mina and bakugou in the backseat ( holding hands ? ) when it's bakugou's stop, mina gives him a hug ( his heart is beating so fast, but it's mostly the weed ) and they just stare at each other for like 3 seconds too long, lean in—

akane honks his horn "get outta here you rascals."

they never talk about it again ( lol )

sophomore year —

first semester denki struggles with depression and a really bad porn addiction ( so bad he asked sero if they should wank one together #akward ! )

his mom puts him on anti-depressants but they take forever to kick in so he stops taking them, tries harder stuff this time ( bad idea ) temporarily relieves his pain.

kirishima battles with his sexuality, up untill this point he had only dated girls and had been that way his entire life, so when looks at ojiro and continues looking at ojiro and eventually can't stop thinking about ojiro he doesnt know what to do

mina is suspicious ( she's bi but doesn't wanna label him for him )

instead of adressing the problem he dates hakegure instead, and breaks her heart a week later when he says he just lost interest. ( hoe era..? )

hanta joins track and is good at it, he also picks up the bass and begins finding hobbies outside of denki, he doesn't tell anyone this but at the time he used to hate being with kami despite how well they got along together

katsuki, hanta and eijirou get closer, their schedules are similar bc of sports ( fb is year round, track is during spring ) and they usually stop by minas job after practice just to bully her and get some food

hanta meets eijirou's family for the first time and it's like meeting all the different versions of kirishima. mina's social media stuff takes off, begins an obsession with being an actor

kami is seperated from them alot, they all miss him but are busy w/ their own lives. kirishima comes to check on him once and thats when he realizes something might be wrong

second semester is here and with it the worst sophomore slump anyone has ever seen, kaminiari has over 100 absences by this point, kirishima is drastically falling behind katsuki and the others, sero is practically dead and mina is to drained to do anything about it.

mina begins hanging out with other ppl now, jirou and tsu are good company, different from the familiarity of her regulars but refreshing in a way.

as a way to repell the the depression mina has the bright idea of throwing a party at her house, chaos ensues.

bakugou shows up first, he feels awkward cus he came on time so it's him and like 3 other people he's never seen before lounging in minas family room while she gets ready

he cant take fake scrolling on his phone any longer and decides to intrude on minas grwm which she was mad about at first but the video blows up ( katsuki's baby fat is practically shredded from fb and growth spurts ) which she now uses as a secret weapon when veiws are low. ( he has no social media besides the one instagram page he uses strictly for football & career opportunities )

he's been in minas house before, he likes the way her room smells, he stays there even when the party gets going.

kirishima comes dragging bakugou out of her room to play spin the bottle to which katsuki has his first kiss ( that he tells no one is his first, but his friends know probably is )

kirishima's spin landed on shinsou but they game was interrupted by a very loud and very obnoxious denki that entered the room, sero not far behind him.

the game never got finished but that wasn't stopping hitoshi they made out in the backyard soon afterwards, kirishimas heart felt like it was near explosion.

denki get's very very high and sero babysits him th whole night, the party gets shut down early bc of noise complaints.

kirshima's mind is whirling at the thought of what he did, he knows his friends would accept him and most of his family too, but would he accept himself?

sero thinks he might die of boredom, all denki does now is smoke. ( or eants to do now ) his performance across all boards of frienship are zeros.

junior year —

this was the year that made them say they hated and i mean hated highschool

kirishima finds out at the beginning of the year he's moving, really far, and it completely crushes his soul. ( his fomo is already bad enough now this? )

mina feels like she hasn't lived up to the standard s she set for herself, she's 16 ans still a virgin, how could that be?

she throws another party, this time smaller, in her room, girls only.

tsu invites ochako, says they would get along ( they did not get along. their interests and hobbies and vibes are polar opposite, yikes ! ) she ignores her for most of the night but the others do most of the talking anyway.

uraraka finally brings up something interesting, todoroki, super hot and close friend of hers is the same year as them and mina is just dying to be held

she takes her chances and they awkwardly avoid each other like a week after ( mina said he was great, shouto had thought she meant it in a way where she would date him, this was not the case. )

bakugou defends her with his life, says they're a bunch of pissy faced babies, ( cough cough, deku )

mina agrees and they move on from the topic forever

bakugou has a bad practice one day, ( completely shredded his acl ) and is done with the season ( and possibly his career )

kirishima is the only one allowed to visit him in the hospital ( he feels pathetic shhhhh )

mina feels horrible about everything and as a last get together she decides to throw a Christmas party ( just the 5 of them, hot cocoa and movies style )

denki and sero are running late ( more than usual ) and they won't answer their phones either

3 hours into the night sero callls them and tells them denki tried to kill himself ( there were letters for all of them, )

when they get to the hospital sero tells them he should have known, bc denki had tried this before. b

bakugou is livid, this is more than just petty secrets they kept from their friends. eijirou ends up holding him back while sero just sobs, mina feels like all of this is her fault

right before second semester, kirishima makes the big move. denki is more embarrassed then anything that they wanted to see him, he shut them out completely and so kirishima boards his train and is gone

the 4 of them dont habg out anymore, i mean eijirou calls katsuki every other night, and mina still comes by, but hanta and kami are on there own, it's may by the time any of them wants to even look at each other

one day bakugou is at the grocery store and because of how violently constipated he is and hiw horrible everythings been for him he fucking shatters deku's jaw

he ran out of the store before anything could be done he hides from his parents and doesn't come out of his room for three days, but izuku didn't tell anyone either, not the truth at least.

he returns to school as normal wondering pathetically why things couldn't just go back to how they were before

it's almost the end of the year when denki finally begins talking to the rest of them, bakugou despite not being able to show it is relived beyond measure

mina stopped throwing all thoes parties, she doesn't plan on starting again, says she needs to focus on herself ( and she does, tsu feels abandoned but mina feels free )

denki eventually returns to school, and to them. ( wow he's so quiet now, his humor comes in bits an pieces )

during the while when he was gone sero and denki's relationship changed ( not necessarily in a bad way ) which denki frankly is thankful for

the last day of school the all hand out at the skate park! mina brings snacks and denki brings boards.

denki hasn't touched anything drug related in a while

kirishima moves back over summer! he has a new friend, ( you, to which they can't tell if they like or not, considering all the trauma, should they rrally let another person into there circle? into there lives? )

eijirou seems to like you though ( especially looking at you )

you don't try and intrude though, you can tell they've been an established friend group for a while ( you grow on them, katsuki it's the last to warm up, he's even more cautious about everything after denki )

mina likes you too, she'e always inviting you everywhere but you can't be bothered with all the activities she had going on ( much to their disappointment )

katsuki likes looking at you too ( lol )

senior year —

everything feels nostalgic and scary but also exciting, it's their last year of high school, better make that count!

you're sitting with the 5 of them at minas house one day, unexpectedly they begin interrogating you about, well, yourself.

you shrug when they ask you about your type ( it hardly matters to you ), blush when they ask you if you'd had your first kiss ( you have, as awkward as it was ) and practically cry when mina shouts you're not a virgin ( who was you're first, they wonder )

the plans for adulthood life got closer and closer as the year came to an end, bakugou asks you to prom!

you say yes, you even go matching. ( mina helps you remember to finish your transition also )

bakugou realizes his passion for anything doesnt always have to go towards something sprta related ( or fb related )

they cry when they graduate ( yes, eveb bakugou )

they visit each other as frequently as possible, and the more things seems to change about them the more they stayed the same, it's equally jarring as it is admirable.

++ bonus !!

during freshman year bakugo had braces ( his rabid animal acuasations only got worse )

kirishima actually enjoyed smoking with his friends more than he thought ( even though he never did it again )

bakugou made up with izuku not long after he injured himself ( is deku's part )

mina used to dye her hair all kinds of fun colors

she helped kirishima dye is hair red

sero's hair used to reach his shoulders back in middle school

[sakrafka]

I love your art so much, it inspires me to draw in my own style that isn't influenced by other popular styles typically liked. I love how you use vibrant colors, and the silhouettes of the critters you make are so fun. I also only got Tumblr so I could view all the art you post. 🤭❤️ But, I just wanted to ask how you developed your art style, if you had any influences growing up, and generally how it came to be. THANK YOU‼️‼️

Thank you so much for the kind message :DD I really appreciate you!! Multiple people have asked me this before so I'll try giving a more detailed answer!

I have been drawing ever since I could hold a pencil, I'm autistic and drawing has always been my "safe-space" and the only thing that really relaxes me! I think my main inspirations that affected my style the most were the Dragonology books, I had them when I was little and I was obsessed. I kept tracing over all the art and mimicking the style (around 8-10 years old). Petson and Findus is another one! I first started sharing my art and seeing online artist at the age of 17; I made a Deviantart and I really loved Z-doodler and Picolo-kun (I think those were their names?). I'm also obsessed with Károly Reich, I grew up on books illustrated by him! These things specifically don't really inspire my art anymore, but the basic foundation of it was, I think, built on these styles!

Then, for some reason I got obsessed with trying to develop an art style that is unique to only me, as much as that's possible. I regularly sat down, and tried to create new stylistic choices by forcefully thinking of new ways of drawing. I tried to forget everything I know, and come up with new ways to convey something.

I also have an "inspiration folder", with random pieces of art. I sometimes took 4-5 pieces that were my favorite, and tried to adapt little stylistic choices from their art to mine, and combine them. I did this very sparingly, because I don't want my art to look like anyone else's (again, as much as that's possible, since styles overlap and stuff)!

I developed certain characteristics in my art style that I have never seen before, for example the way I shade with these little triangle shapes. This is something that I "came up with" and didn't see anywhere before. They only started appearing a few weeks after I started sharing my art with this shading, and all the people who did it were followers of mine haha (it is completely possible that someone else did this before me as well, though - I'm only saying that this is something that, as far as I know, I came up with!). I'm attaching a screenshot of the shading I'm talking about:

So yeah, I would really love to try and make up new things that are unique to me (again, as much as that is possible), and I don't have any specific inspirations as of right now; the most inspiring things to me are totally random things, like a nice leaf, a song, or anything really! I have that type of imagination, I don't know the name, where I can rotate the apple in full HD 4K and even smell it lmao. So it often happens that random pictures just pop up in my head, completely unprompted, and I often draw these.

Also, I know my current art style is not very unique; this is because in recent years I focused on making my art style a bit more "digestable". I started selling my art, and I became a bit forced to make things that *most* people like. So, it is very hard to balance my will to make an art style that is super unique to me, while also drawing in a way that is nice for most people and easily consumable. But if you srcoll back to the beginning of my blog, you can see more unique pieces where I really tried to experiment!

Here are some artists that I like, aside from the ones I mentioned! (all instagram handles)

esztter_t

sournoodl

artkaisucks

lillaboleczillustration

foliveli

salamispots

clarelewlew

tudi.juli

gyunyuya

clara_winnie_

apple_toast And many more probably!

[pupyuj]

okay hear me out... nerd!annyeongz (g!p) who take the reader to pound-town for teasing them🤭🤭

[new anon unlocked!]

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lordt apologies to 🐶 anon IT'S BEEN LIKE... MONTHS?! 😭 this ask was collecting mold in my drafts omg BUT EHE i'm lucky i had some stuff on it so i can just continue where i left off :DD this is gonna be a bit long too so bear with me ya’llll 😭✊

you weren't their bully, per se... but you would be lying if you said that you didn't make fun of them every once in a while 🤭 they just looked like the biggest losers ever, how could you not? 😭 baggy sweatpants, big hoodies, thick glasses, noses glued to their textbooks, always scribbling something in their notebooks... but at least wonyoung knew how to style herself, yujin was fucking hopeless! and you always made sure she knew,, either by making fun of her outfit for that day, her messy hairdo, and the rugged way she carried herself around the halls... you're always on yujin's ass for no reason 😒😒

and then there's wonyoung who could totally climb on the very top of the social hierarchy if she so wanted to. she was extraordinarily pretty, moderately rich, can definitely fight bcs you were always impressed with how stingy her side-eye is, but she wants to stick with her loser best friend 🙄 stupid girl...

seeing them together always made you excited bcs they were your daily dose of serotonin, for all the wrong reasons! but the thing doesn't happen until you catch them alone in a mostly empty classroom one day, huddled up in the back corner engaged in casual chatter with their textbooks and notebooks cluttered on their desks as usual... you were bored so you decided to pay them a visit!

"you know yujin, i always wondered—" you rudely interrupted their conversation, earning the usual frowns you get from them whenever they see you. ugh wonyoung was so cute glaring at you since you were once again attacking her bff just for the fun of it,, yujin was even cuter. head hanging low, fidgeting with the cuffs of her sleeves... but god she looked pathetic :(( "—how you would look without these..." you pulled yujin's glasses off her face before either of them could react,,

DSKHKSMVK your breath getting caught in your throat after seeing yujin without her glasses??? "well damn.. who knew you could be so sexy, ahn?" you teased, licking your lips and shooting the tall girl a suggestive look bcs she genuinely did look fucking hot???? "you should keep this look! or else you'll never get laid! that's gonna be a waste of that big dick." ofc that was the one thing about yujin that was appealing to you :((

🫠 wony being the one that gets the courage to stand up, trying to snatch yujin's glasses back but you raised up it in the air, laughing and just being a little shit 😭😭 it was funny until you found your ass backed up against their desk, now wonyoung looked intimidating bcs of how much she towered over you and that scary little glare she had on 😰 “leave unnie alone. this is the first and last time i’ll ask.” see now that made you laugh again! she was intimidating, sure, but oh her face was just too cute! and you couldn’t take her seriously when she wore that stupid sweatshirt with the university mascot on it! she even matched with yujin! “what are you gonna do? punish me?” you teased, tilting your head and giggling.. you were so annoying 😭

and then wonyoung sneaks her knee in between your thighs, shutting you up immediately bcs now she was wayyy too close 🫣 “that’s a great idea actually. i always wanted to know if the ‘campus whore’ deserved her title.” whoawhoawhoa 😳😳 you wouldn’t even be able to spit back since wony raises her knee and presses it against your cunt! and ofc you whimpered… and ofc wony doesn’t waste the opportunity to grab your hair from behind and force you to look up at her… “unnie, you wouldn’t believe how wet she is.” wonyoung tells yujin, dark eyes locked onto yours while she slowly moved her thigh… 😵‍💫

“i-i wanna feel too…” yujin was quick to put her hands on you! bcs in truth, even when you're so horrible and straight up rude to her, she secretly gets off to you 💔💔 she’s kinda creepy with it too… stalking your social medias, admiring your pics and jacking off to them from time to time… and every time you’re all up in her face being a bitch all she can think about is using your mouth and filling it up with her load… maybe she’ll get that chance today! 🤤🤤 while wony’s making your ride her thigh, yujin has already ripped your uniform open and pulled your bra down to fondle your tits with her shaking hands… god she was so clumsy! 🙄 (she has never touched a girl in her life, give her a break!)

and both of them make their little dreams come true with their favorite position: yujin seated on a chair while you’re deepthroating her as you’re bent over with wonyoung pounding your tight ass with her own monster of a cock 🫣🫣 you couldn’t believe that the two losers filled you up better than any of the guys or the hot girls you fucked before.. it was almost humiliating how into it you were! allowing the dumb virgin ahn yujin to grab the back of your head and move you up and down her length.. she was so obnoxiously loud that people wandering around the halls probably heard her 😳 and then there was wonyoung who clearly had a lot of anger to express towards you! ramming her cock in your hole and driving herself crazy with how well you can take both of them! fuck, if she was petty enough she could get you pregnant… but that was a mission for another day 🤭 for now she needed her revenge, and that she will get, that’s for sure! 🫢

poor yujinnie who’s too caught up in the feeling that she practically forces her cum down your throat.. she doesn’t hear your gags or feel how you’ve drawn blood on her thigh with your sharp nails 😣 “f-fuck… yujin-unnie, y-you have to fuck her for real… so fucking tight i can’t believe it.. ah!” ugh being talked about as if you were some kind of toy by jang wonyoung of all people was degrading by her voice was unnaturally high-pitched and whiny.. she (and yujin) was so cute and this all felt too good to fight against! 😵‍💫

and that was how the two biggest losers(?) of the campus got their way with the school whore with the big mouth 🤭 they may or may not have kept you in the classroom for a couple hours more.. just fucking you to their hearts’ content.. and it got even more fun when you ended up feeling like you didn’t have enough of them and invited them to your dorm room.. 😳

[carlsangel]

CARL GRIMES HEADCANONS (PT.3)

(carl grimes x reader who’s on their period!)

tags: fluff! some suggestiveness:)

masterlist here!

(hi anon! i know u wanted a oneshot or preferences so i’m just writing hcs, hope that’s ok!)

✦ so you’d discover you were getting your period after intimacy with carl and when having an orgasm you feel cramps instead of pleasure. he would be scared he did something wrong and when he sees your nose crinkle as if you were in pain he’d immediately stop and ask you if you were okay. “did-did i do something? what’s wrong?”

✦ it’d result in a bath, he’d gently wash your hair and your body while giving you gentle kisses around. mostly your neck, shoulders, and arms…the occasional quick peck on the lips whenever you’d get a bad cramp.

✦ the next morning was rough, unfortunately you had bled through what you were wearing due to the position you were sleeping in but also onto the sheets below you. You’d wake up and be extremely frustrated and embarrassed that you did that in front of Carl but he instead felt horrible for you. He did his best to tell you that it was all okay and you weren’t gross and it’s just a bit of natural blood to clean up. “It’s just blood. Nothing we haven’t seen before.”

✦ he’d handle all the laundry while you showered and such but once you were out, he wanted to feed you. he would take you to the kitchen and get you all your favorite fruits in a bowl for your breakfast but whatever else you wanted too.

✦ when you and carl started dating, carl asked his dad and a couple of others for advice on how to make sure to keep you happy and one thing they all said was to make sure he’s prepared for your period; meaning he’d have to have your favorite snacks on hand and know exactly what you’d want to do so that you were comfortable.

✦ he’d let you eat while he prepared your next couple of hours together. he had a bag stored with the chips you like, along with chocolate bars or gummies. he laid out the comfiest/softest towel on the bed so you didn’t have to worry about bleeding on the bed again but he also prepared the TV in your guys’ room with the best movie that was in the house. because you deserve it. (also cause rick trained him to be literally perfect and that’s on good parenting.)

✦ anyway as the days go by you guys sort of just isolate in the house, rick and michonne sort of just let you guys be in the room except for when carl leaves to grab you stuff but they sort of tease him about it because it’s like you guys are married in a way. carl would leave the room and walk downstairs to grab you water, rick and michonne would be there and make fun of him. “how’s the wife?” He’d roll his eyes and explain how you’re doing while grabbing whatever you need. “she’s fine…a lil moody I guess.” he’d shrug and head back upstairs.

✦ he’d only let you wear comfy clothes, after every shower he’d pick out everything for you which consisted of his sweatpants and your favorite hoodie. not to mention he’d do his best to match with his own clothes cause he thinks it’s cute.

✦ he knows how much you love to go on runs so you’d insist to go on one during the week (your lightest day) and upon going you’d be fine but he would constantly be asking you if you needed anything or if you were feeling okay. you’d be exhausted by the time you were home so he’d continue to take care of you there.

a/n: heyyyy i actually love these sm i hope you guys do too :DD

tag list: @zomb-1-egutzz @lunarnightt @ilikestrawberriesandwomen @hiro--aoki @h00d-tr4sh @callsignwidow

[peasofgreeniguess]

Hi, hi, hi

So, I don't remember sending you an ask, and if I did, then ignore this one and focus on the other one!

So I ask for undertale bros, underfell bros, and horrotale bros.

In this scenario, they are In a relationship with reader (Separate but if it makes it eairr to make it poly then do so) and in this, they have been trying for a baby for almost 2 years. Suddenly, Reader gets pregnant and decided to surprise their loved one.

It can be simple like an actal bun in the oven intel they get it or something more challenging like a Scavenger hunt.

How will the boys react and how will they act during the pregnancy?

Please, again I say this. If you already have a request from me, don't worrie about this one and focus on the other one. (Unless this is one better then understandable)

Hope yiu have a safe day/noon/night/or where ever you are!

Alrighty! I love this ask—personally, I love when the reader and the boys have a little family. <33 there are not enough fanfics (that i can find) about it :(( 

AFAB reader and pregnancy headcannons below! But reader is still gender ambiguous so the trans boys and the he/hims can enjoy (like me, hehe, love you seahorses out there) 

UT Sans. 

You two weren't actively trying to conceive; hell, you two weren't even sure you could. 

You and Sans had talked about wanting kids but never got further than that; that was until you started feeling weird. 

Constantly tired and gaining weight, then you started constantly throwing up. Finally, you went to the doctor and got the results. 

So here you are, sitting on the couch anxiously waiting for your mate sans to come home. 

In your lap you hold a small wrapped box; inside you had a “world's best farter” shirt; only the farter was crossed out and spelled "father.”. 

Finally the door unlocks, and sans walks in holding some Grilby’s bags. 

“Hey babe, im home... you ok? You look upset,” sans says, his brows furrowing.

You shake your head, “im not upset, but i have something to tell  you... you should really sit down.” 

Sans does as hes told; sitting next to you on the couch, you place the box in his hands and urge him to open it.

He pulls out the shirt and reads it, confused. 

“Im not a father though...” he asks, and you blankly stare at him. You forgot how dense your mate can be. 

It takes a few moments before it clicks, his eyelights expanding as he looks at you in realization. 

“Oh my god!” 

“Yeah…” 

His permagrin widens as he pulls you into a hug, tears brimming in his eyes. 

You two hold each other for a few minutes, crying of joy. Sans immediately wants to tell everyone, but you urge him to wait until tomorrow; tonight you just want to be with him. 

Either way, you both are extremely excited for your new little family. 

-UT papyrus

“Dd- do you t-think you c-could be p-pregnatt?” alphys asks, rubbing your back as you hurl into the toilet for the fourth day in a row. You gasp for air as you wipe tears from your eyes. 

“No… Monsters can't get humans pregnant... can they?” alphys shrugs. 

And that's how you found out you were pregnant. Sitting on the floor of undyne and alphys bathroom as papyrus and undyne spar in the backyard. 

Alpys was able to grab you a test from the store, and it came back positive. You stare at the two little lines for what feels like  years... What would Papyrus say? You never talked about this stuff with him... and it never crossed your mind that you could get pregnant like that with a monster... 

The back door opens, breaking you from your mini-spiral. 

“What do you want to do?” Alphys asks quietly. 

“I have to tell him... When we get home though,” Alpys nods, telling you to call her if you need anything. 

You step out of the bathroom, trying to hide your anxiety and greet your boyfriend. 

“Hi papy! How was training?” 

"HELLO, MY LOVE! YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT, MY BEST SPAR YET!!” he boasts, undyne slaps him on the back playfully. "Yeah, CAUSE I LET YOU WIN, NERD!” 

Undyne laughs as Papyrus rolls his eyes, gathering his things. “YES WELL, WE WILL SEE ABOUT THAT NEXT WEEK!” 

The two of you bid your goodbyes and take the short trek home, Papyrus telling you all about his training with Undyne. After a few minutes, you both arrive at your shared apartment, locking the door behind you. You call Papyrus’s name. 

He turns to you, noting your shaky voice with worry. 

“Are You Alright?” he asks, lowering his voice. 

"Um, I have to tell you something important,” you say, gesturing for him to take a seat. 

He quietly sits down, more worried by the second. 

With a heavy sigh, you sit down next to him, opening your mouth to start, but nothing comes to mind. 

“Y/N… Did I Do Something To Upset You? I Apolig-” 

“Im pregnant,” you blurt out, interrupting Papyrus. 

Papyrus stares at you agape. That was not what he was expecting from you. 

You fidget with your fingers as you wait for his response, opening your mouth to apoligize or something, but Papyrus beats you to it. 

“Really?” 

“...yeah”

Tears appear in papyrus’s eye sockets as he stares at you with an unreadable expression; fear grips your soul as you worry that hes upset with you… you knew you never talked about it but you hoped he would be excited. 

"Wowie,” Papyrus says, finally breaking out into a smile and pulling you into a hug. 

“I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!” he cries! You laugh under him, breaking out into your own tears. 

“Yeah!” You are so happy Papyrus is happy; you didnt want toget your hopes up, but you were hoping he would be. 

The rest of the night papyrus is pulling up houses in good school districts and baby clothes because, of course, “MY BABY NEEDS TO HAVE THE COOLEST WARDROBE! OF COUSE!” 

UF sans

Red wanted kids, always had. He never imagined he would get the chance too, but still he liked to imagine having a family. 

So when he met you and as your relationship grew, he would be lying if he hadn't daydreamed about it.

Though he never told you, he felt silly for wanting such soft things. 

So when you brought up the idea to him one night, he was ecstatic! Immdedeatly texting alpys to see how they could make it work; fortunatey, it was possible. 

But after months and months with no results, his excitement died down into pessimism, convinced that the universe was punishing him for his past actions. 

But one day you came home all jittery and excited; whenever he asked what was up, you just giggled and brushed him off, telling him to wait. Wait for what? 

"Doll, what are you plannin’?” sans asks, once again you giggle and shoo him away. “You will see! Now go away, stinky man; I'll show you when I am ready!” you say, closing the door to your room. 

About a week ago, you took a test, preparing yourself for another negative. Until there wasn't one, you sobbed for at least an hour in the bathroom as you saw those two pink lines on the test. 

You knew you had to do something special; you called Grilby and asked him to close the bar early, leaving it empty for just the two of you.

You had planned to take him to his favorite place, get his favorite food, and tell him the best news of his life...

But sans is being a ass and making your life harder.

“Come onnn- sans” "No.” 

“Sans!” you forget how lazy your mate is, opting to sit in his lounge chair and tell him there than go to your plans. Fine then. If that's what he wants. 

"Fine, I'll tell you right here, right now.” 

“Great!” 

“Im pregnant” 

Sans drops the mustard bottle in his hand and sits up, not expecting that. You look at him unamused with your arms crossed. 

“Really??” 

“Yeah. I planned a whole thing to tell you. Payed grilby an arm and a leg to rent out the bar.”

Sans opens and closes his mouth a few times in shock, bringing a hand to his skull. 

“Shit doll, im sorry—were going to have a baby?” 

You nod your head, the softness in his voice causing all your annoyance to fall away. Sans chokes out a sob as you come over and hug him; he rabs onto your shirt tightly as if at any moment you would disappear. 

“Were going to have a baby!” 

UF papyrus

You two actually found out in a really silly way; Alphys wanted to check on your soul after you two soulbonded to see the reactions on a human soul since no human has ever bonded with a monster since before the barrier broke. Once a year she will do a checkup on your soul and the bond to study the changes. 

You and Alphys sit alone in her office, a large x-ray-looking machine sitting in front of your chest. Alpys types on her keyboard as she starts up the machine. 

“A-alright and- o- oh!” You look at Alphys concerned; thats not the reaction you were wanting. 

“What is it?” you ask. 

“W- well” she starts, turning the monitor towards you. 

There in the middle of the screen was your soul, a faint red surrounding it—Papyrus’s magic. 

“If you l-look you can see the bond is v-very healthy." You nod, Thats good…

“But if you look right here,” she says, pointing towards a small speck on your soul. She pinches her claw zooming in on the monitor. As it expands, you see the small blob is not a blob but an upside down heart. 

A second soul. 

“T-that is w-what i was surprised a-about…” 

A little soul, you are pregnant... Your throat tightens as you feel the urge to cry. exhaustion and joy flood you. After all this time, finally! 

“Is that?” alphys nods, confirming. 

Alphys finishes her checkup much to your dismay; all you wanted to do was run to Papyrus as quick as you could and tell him the good news. 

You get home and eagerly call his name, searching the house for him.

Shit hes at work; he wont be home for another four hours...

You huff in frustration... but then you   idea. 

Quickly, you get your supplies. 

A few hours later, Papyrus arrives home, tossing his jacket on the couch with a growl. Today has been awful. You sniff the air, noticing the smell of fresh bread? He wanders into the kitchen where he finds you, and with a smile, he silently walks up behind you, wrapping his long arms around your waist. 

“HELLO MY DEAR,” he says, burrowing his nose into the crook of your neck. You squeak in surprise. 

“Hi handsome,” you greet back, turning around in his grasp to face him. 

“I have a surprise for you.” 

Papyrus quirks his brow at you, a surprise? 

Hesitantly he lets go of you, watching you walk to the oven and dramatically fling it open, exposing some homemade milk buns. 

“Tadaa!!” 

Awkwardly he nods at you; you bake often... Why is this special? 

You realise he didn't get it, and you roll your eyes, not wanting to spell it out for him. 

“WHAT IS IT?”

“Its a bun in the oven that i made.” 

Papyrus nods confused. “YES???” "Papyrus, im trying to be cute.” 

“YOU ARE CUTE!”

You stomp your foot. That's not what you meant.

"Baby, im pregnant.” 

Papyrus pauses, then it clicks.

Bun in the oven. 

“OH MY GOD,” Papyrus pulls you to him and swings you around. 

“I DONT KNOW IF I SHOULD BE ANNOYED OR OVERJOYED, BUT IM CHOOSING THE LADDER! WERE GOING TO HAVE A BABY!!” You laugh in his arms as he eventually sets you down, nuzzling your hair. 

“I Cant Wait To Tell Sans” 

HT sans. 

Sans had a shitton of magic; since he was so deprived of magic in the underground when they got out, their magic came back tenfold, causing him to have constant excess. And there was one way that's the easiest (and most fun) way to get rid of excess  magic... and that's why you are here now. 

Eight weeks pregnant in the hospital, you came in for a stomach bug originally, but then the doctor came in and told  you... It looks like all that excess magic has some side effects...

You carry the little paper with the positive test home, finding sans waiting for you at the table. He smiles; if the big dork had a tail, you would swear it would be wagging.

He doesn't verbally greet you, instead hulking over and burying his face in your hair with a loud purr. You smile and pat the side of his skill. 

“Missed you to big guy.” 

You try and act normal; you werent sure how sans would  react... You never really talked about it with him. Sans immediately clocked your mood though, cocking his head in a silent question. 

“Im fine,” you say, moving to the fridge to start dinner. 

"Liar,” he says, a deep, anxious growl rumbling in his chest. 

“Are you sick?” he asks. You forgot that going to the hospital and then not telling your mate what the doctors said is not the best idea. 

You close the fridge and lean against it, crossing your arms. 

You really didnt want to tell sans yet...

“Im not sick,” you say slowly, trying to figure out how to tell him.

“Whats… wrong?” sans asks. 

Sans talks slower due to his injury, but he is still smart as a whip,  clocking any small mood shifts with great speed and accuracy. You can't hide anything from him. 

“Umm… How do you feel about kids?” you ask, testing the waters. 

Sans perks up, thinking for a moment. 

“I like kids,” he says.

“But do you want kids?” 

Sans quickly nods his head eagerly, “Yes.” 

You relax slightly at that, nodding your head.

“How would you feel if we were to have a kid? Like… now?” 

“... that would be nice?” He asks a slight question at the end of his sentence: What were you getting at? 

"Well, that may be the case. Because im pregnant.” 

Sans eyelight grows, walking to you slowly as if you would bolt. Gently, he places his hands on your hips and looks down at you. 

“Your fucking with me… really?” He says happily, and you shake your head no, handing him the paper you got from the doctors. 

“I swear im not.” 

Sans shortcuts you to your shared room, placing you on the bed and grabbing his phone to call papyrus, you have to almost wrestle the phone out of his hands, urging him to wait a little bit before he tells anyone. But he can't help it; he's just so excited! 

And no HT papyrus, as i headcannon, they are asexual :3

thanks for reading! if you want to see more content check out my fanfic "doe eyed" on ao3 and my discord server! 18+ (we do check)

[snyderdenyer]

Clark Kent taking care of his baby :)

Most of my stuff is written while high, none of it is proofread, if a typo really bothers you feel free to point it out so I can fix it :) Made thinking of Tom Welling and David Corenswets' (is that where you put the fucking apostrophe?) superman

tw: Dumbification? Subtle DD/LG undertones (Kind of unintentional). NSFW under the cut (pussy eating! Nipple play!)

Clark Kent loves an independent woman. Well , a mostly independent woman. She's smart, handles herself well, and he knows he never has to worry about her when she's on her own. But with him? Oh well now that's a different story. Why would she take care of herself when her big strong boyfriend is there to do it for her? All she needs to do, all Clark wants her to do, is sit there and look pretty. Holding his hand when she walks with him, not paying attention to cars because she knows he will. Why would she keep track of her keys when she knows Clark will? He's lost count of the times she'll get up from their usual seat in their favorite cafe, leaving her phone, purse and coffee. It's not his baby's job to do all that, he gets to take care of her, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He stops on the sidewalk to tie her shoes, picks out her clothes; even orders for her, choosing what she'll get if she can't decide.

He loves taking care of her. It'd be cruel to do anything else, how could he make her do any of the work? He sits her in his lap when they watch movies, letting her lean back against him while he slides his hand under her shirt, gently kneading her soft tits, playing with her nipples while she squirms under his touch. "Stay still honey", he'll whisper in her ear, pressing a kiss to his neck while one arm stretches across her tummy, holding her against him. He lays her back on the couch, movie long forgotten as he slides up her nightgown, leaning down to suck on her nipples. Letting out soft chuckles as she whines and threads her fingers through his hair, legs coming up to wrap around him. "I know honey. Always so sensitive, but you can take it".

He kisses down her tummy, pressing a few into the pretty blue cotton panties she's wearing, the ones she bought because, "Look Clarky! They match your suit!", tongue darting out of his mouth, gently licking her clit over the fabric, letting out a groan as she pleads "Stop teasing Clarky, please?". And how could he ever say no to her? Tugging off her panties and laying back down, gently sinking his teeth into her inner thigh, the pressure barely enough to leave indentations, before gently kissing her clit. She whines hips rolling up, a silent plea for more. He speaks gently, kissing her thigh again: "Thought you were gonna be a good girl for me tonight?". She pouts at him, "I am! you're being mean." God she's so bratty, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He gives in, licking her clit the way she always fucking begs him too, the need to make her cum outweighing his desire to make her wait.

He puts one arm across her tummy again, holding her down as she squirms, legs closing around his head, sucking in a breath as he forces them open. "M-more", she whimpers and he eagerly obliges, slowly sinking two fingers into her, curling them gently against her g-spot. It's almost too much for her, back arching as she tugs on his hair, gasping as he flicks his tongue again. She's almost there, feeling that familiar knot build in her tummy, her breathing picking up and her body flushing with heat. "Don't stop! Please don't stop oh god!" her voice is higher, desperate as she pleads with him. He groans in assent, continuing his actions, curling his fingers a little faster, the familiar squelch that always makes his cock twitch in his jeans. He can feel her right there, teetering on the edge as she whines, before crashing over it. Her back arches and she cries out, her usual chant of "Clarky!" long forgotten as she struggles to even breathe, her thighs closing around his once more, trapping his face against her as she rides out her high.

She opens her thighs again, sighing softly, as Clark sits up, pulling her towards him and kissing her. The taste of herself on his tongue making her whimper into his mouth as he drags her into his lap. "M'sensitive" she pleas, only eliciting a condescending noise of sympathy from him; "Yeah I know. But you can take it, yeah? My pretty girl can take it, cause we're just getting started".

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Soooo I was sucked into Poppy Playtime again because of these goobers!! I don’t think I’ve ever posted Poppy Playtime stuff on here before, buttt I think I will now, I just wish the fandom was a bit bigger and more lively lmao 🤣

Catnap is my #1 favorite, then DogDay, then KC, and then Hoppy! I love the others too, but Bubba and Crafty are so hard to draw atm. I just need to practice more with them!😓

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Headcannons for them below too!!!

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Some headcannons in the show universe cause I’m feeling fun:

- Catnap is the youngest! DogDay is the oldest of the crew! Their age order goes (oldest to youngest) DogDay, Bubba, Picky, Kickin, Crafty, Bobby, Hoppy, Catnap!

- Catnap doesn’t talk much, but he can. Just with a low voice that tends to be calming, and very sweet sounding. He usually just points, says short answers like yes or no, and nods.

- While Kickin (or KC) is the most egocentric and confident, Hoppy is the most energetic and tends to like talking people’s heads off, which causes them to butt heads at times, all while Picky tends to be the usual third wheel, often just quietly eating.

- Crafty is the most creative while Bubba is the most thoughtful and intelligent, which usually allows them to have deep, meaningful conversations of the wonders of life together.

-Crafty is the shyest out of the bunch, usually drawing with Catnap calmly, sharing her creations with him or hanging out with Bubba.

- Bobby and Picky tend to share their love for the world together, usually playing dress up with each other, talking about crushes. or cooking of course! Bobby always has something lovely to share and Picky, in contrast to her name, always is open to trying something new, as long as she thinks she may like it.

- In contrast to the canon, all of the crew just magically woke up in the Playcare, with no memories of before they opened their eyes to the colorful world around them. DogDay and Bubba were the first to appear, Picky, Crafty and Kickin spawning after, Bobby and Hoppy spawning together and Catnap spawning alone. There seems to be no way out, so the crew just embraces their situation and tries their best to not think about it too much.

- Catnap was the last and most unexpected to spawn in. From the time he opened his eyes to the new world around him, he had felt like something was off, like he didn’t belong there. While most of the others treated him nice, some of the crew were uneasy about his sudden appearance, seemingly years after the last of the previous arrivals had spawned in.

- Catnap begins to grow close to DogDay, almost becoming like his little brother. They spend the most time together, due to DDs kindness and warm welcoming energy towards him on his arrival! Also them both noticing they wore opposite necklaces, Cat being the moon and DD being the sun helped with that connection too!

- Kickin doesn’t really like or trust Catnap much, and doesn’t try to hide it, making snarky remarks and comments to clearly express his dislike for him.

- Catnap is super playful with the others, his best friends being Dog Day, Hoppy and Crafty! He tends to move like a ghost, the crew not usually noticing they are in his presence until they turn around! A lot of times, he hangs by his tail on the trees to say hello, or can be found in the fields laying in the grass and sleeping.

- Cat can sleep anywhere that is a surface, and is not wet.

- Every once and while, Cat swears he can see a skinny, metallic hand in the shadows, beckoning his attention. He’s tried to bring it up to the others, but they either think he’s acting weird, insane, or tell him not to worry about it.

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If you want to hear more, my asks are open!!! And I will be drawing them inbetween my Absolutely Chapters for Murder Drones, which I am STILL working on and Chapter 4 is coming out soon!! Promise, I didn’t forget, things have just been busy!!

ALSOOOOO New Murder Drones Comic for King Solver N coming this weekend 👀👀👀 Perhaps some angst or something fun?

[brights-place]

hi!! i saw your requests were closed, but i REALLY REALLY love your writing style so if you find time please think about it!

i want to request an N$FW tendou with aftercare if that’s okay!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Googly Eyes

Pairings: Tendou X Reader

Warnings: MDNI !! Fluff, Aftercare, Smut, Doggy Style, Cowgirl

A/N: Minors Do not Interact !! I haven't written in so long due to school and I'm so tired of stuff and writers block got a grip on me. Literally Me with him right now when I write for him whenever I get the chance too ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ - I'm sorry but he seems like the guy to like biting and marking to tease you with later on the next day - praising you for actions? thats rare as fuck he will degrade your ass as he watches you fall into his lap as tendou whispers all the dirty things on his mind into your ear just to feel you squirm and whine clinging to him - His fingers and tongue are a blessing and a curse the way his tongue laps around your bud as he teases you with his lidded eyes while one hand pushes you to keep you down to the bed and including his fingers into you to add more pace and ecstasy - Everybody knows he’s a lil teasing shit but he’s got skill !! - he always pays attention to every little detail. Your grip in his hair got a little tighter when his fingers grazed that one spot? WELP he’ll graze it again and two times more after that. - his tongue laps around one spot and your thighs shaky okay maybe he'd continue to edge you on the spot with that spot - TENDOU THIS MAN ! I KID YOU NOTTT WILL EDGE YOU !! he will edge you to no end he LOVES building you up just to hear you cry and beg for him to make you cum to make you finish and how unfair he was for doing this - broken moans fill the room every single time - Every time each ram of his hips bumps the head of his leaky cock against your favourite spot. your body practically feels like it’s melting into goop and your mind is so foggy you barely manage to make any noises - Okay listen tendou PLUS using toys just to piss you off - toys would be used for fun and also to try new things he is open to everything but the one time you pegged him he literally didn't know how to feel but on special days if you want to try he'll let you but he mostly enjoys having you being stuffed by him - He always likes to prep you properly with his fingers and/or using his tongue - Sometimes Tendou likes being restrained. he thinks it’s so hot when you tie his hands up and ride him or bounding him down sometimes - Tendou is the worst tease on the face of this Earth. He's mean too, loves to degrade you and make you blush about how well he eats you and how he always leaves you begging for more.

- His kinks are Breeding kink, Predator/Prey, Degrading, Overstimulation, Mind break, Creampie,

- grunts and moans lightly while fucking your brains out - Loves when you drool and whimper loudly but sometimes he has to force you to be quiet when you do it

- He loves having control when you are doing it so he likes stopping his movements on purpose just to hear you whine and beg for him to go back to railing you

- might grope you every now and then just for fun

- he’d just deny it with an smirk How he’d be turned off… if you call him master he finds that weird, open relationship, threesome (he wouldn't mind doing it with ushijima though cause he finds it fun) - When he praises you while your riding him and blushing an deep red on your face as he whispered the praises in your ear as you move faster and kiss him lovingly - After care is not his greatest strength - But he pampers you, cleans you up and helps you when you need help - He loves to run a bath and makes sure to put clothes on you if your too tired - Tendou loves to go over to you and makes sure your comfy and relaxed he loves and cherishes you so he'd help relax you while in bed rubbing your back and soothing you while praising you for your hard work - HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS :DD

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[chiiyuuvv]

can you do bestfriends!riize who has a crush on you reacting to you calling them babe or baby? thank you and anyway i love your works!! it's so well written :]]

• PAIRING — bestie!riize x fem!reader

• GENRE — their a little slow.. fluff, my attempt at humor, honestly shit

• WORD COUNT — 462

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — sorry for not posting a bunch ive been working on some other stuff

• TAGLIST — @moonlightdarlings , @cake1box , @babigriin , @soul-is-a-strange-kid

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SHOTARO ☆

You had called him babe in of the members

Shotaros face red and his jaw dropped, along with the members looking around like, "their dating and their keeping it a secret?? 🤨"

Hes stuttering so much, someone help him.

Theres this stupid smile on his face and laughs bubbling out of him and hes staring at you with hearts in his eyes, hes so in love damn 😞

Definitely pulls you to the side, saying smth like "what are we??? :DD" praying on the inside you say "your girlfriend" ♡

EUNSEOK ☆

yes, you called him babe. Wait what????

"What?" Blinking at you repeatedly. give him a second hes malfunctioning

Lets out this smile that gives you the shivers, trying to calm down his racing heart

"No, youre just joking. Funny, actually."

Almost kisses you when you say you arent ♡

SUNGCHAN ☆

Goes along with it

"Yes im her babe whatcha gonna do huh?? 😡"

Drops down to his knees to kiss the back of your hand

What a damn minute..

YOU CALLED HIM BABE YOU CALLED HIM BABE YOU CALLED HIM BABE ♡

WONBIN ☆

Tries to laugh it off

Youre obviouslyyyyyyyyyy joking. He doesnt like the joke but he'll just accept it anyways

Theres noooooooooo way you like him too

So what if youre stroking his red cheek with this pretty, soft smile on your face and hes smiling back, feeling like he could fall in love all over again?????

Shoot- hes leaning it. Wait, what.. you are too???? ♡

SEUNGHAN ☆

Hes so gigglyyyyyy gosh

Wants you to say it again so he can let out a series of giggles, his face burning red as he hides it in your neck

Doesnt find your joke funny even though hes laughing his heart out :<

Looks up at you with hearts in his eyes. he wants to kiss you

He wants to make you his, call him baby forever. Will you let him? ♡

SOHEE ☆

Feel like he wouldnt notice at first, until someone like shotaro would have to slap some sense into him

"What, she just called me baby beca- OH MY GODDDDDDDDD"

feel like he would sing "love is an open door" idk why

Your words were like an energy drink, a gallon of sugar.. sugar rush rush sugar rush rush ahh????

But gets so shy when he sees you the next day ♡

ANTON ☆

Hes gone. Hes dead. Hes jumping of a bridge

Reminds me of that kermit the frog meme, the one where it falls of a building with its arms out all happily and such

Will not take his eyes off of you because what. Did. You. Just. Say????

Hes screaming, crawling up the walls on the inside (source: trust me)

Will dream about this the next 25 business days plus weekends thank you very much ♡