#ugh. what does a boy thing have to do to get filled from both ends 🙄

[knightedpuppy]

i need to get spitroasted.

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Seaside Sparks

Hii, I hope you enjoy this summer romance with Lando :) I think he deserves a happy ending for this last race.

"Not again," you complained in your head as the fourth volleyball fell next to you and your friends. It was a hot summer day, and your friends had decided that the best way to spend it was at the beach. Everything was perfect: no clouds, no wind, the sea was calm. Everything was perfect, except for a group of boys whose ball kept annoying you each time they threw it at you.

"Ugh, are they incapable of playing with the ball inside the volleyball court?" one of your friends complained.

"I'll go give it back this time and ask them to try to avoid us," you said, trying to maintain the peace.

However, the ball soon left your thoughts when you saw the culprit of all the attacks; tall and handsome as hell, with curls that made you want to touch his hair and the most addicting eyes you've ever seen.

"Thanks for bringing the ball back," the boy said as he took you in, leaving him breathless. "I'm sorry for annoying you. I guess volleyball is not our thing. I'm Lando, by the way," he explained as he offered his hand.

"I'm Y/N, and don't worry about it. Just try to hit the ball away from us, or my friend will have a less friendly chat with you," you said, trying to lighten up the situation.

A comfortable silence settled between you two as you gazed at each other, only to be broken by a shout from one of his friends. "Coming! Do you wanna play with us by any chance? We are missing a player," Lando asked, wanting to spend more time with you.

"Me?" you asked, shocked. "Um, sure," you accepted, going with the flow.

You ended up having a lot of fun with Lando and his friends, and you managed to avoid the ball going elsewhere. As the sun set and everyone started leaving the beach, you and Lando tried to avoid leaving each other since you both seemed to have a connection like magnets.

"Do you want to go for ice cream? I know a place," Lando asked nervously.

"Sure," you answered, trying to hide a smile that was threatening to burst from your face.

You wondered what you were doing. You were going on a date, if you could call it that, with a stranger named Lando. You were not a spontaneous girl, but something about him made you want to get to know him, his magnetic aura drawing you in.

As you both approached the ice cream parlor, your hands brushed against each other, and slowly interlaced as blush covered both of your faces.

While you waited in line, you got to know each other, and before you knew it, it was your turn. "I'll have a vanilla ice cream, and she…" Lando started.

"Chocolate ice cream, please," you finished.

As Lando paid, insisting it was his treat, you both settled on a bench overlooking the ocean, the sky painted in vibrant hues of pink and orange by the setting sun. The gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the serene silence between you.

Lando turned to you, his eyes reflecting the warmth of the sunset. "Y/N, I know we’ve only just met, but tonight has been incredible. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this free, without the weight of expectations or the pressure of the world on my shoulders. Spending time with you feels so natural, like we’ve known each other forever."

He paused, searching for the right words, his gaze never leaving yours. "I can’t quite put it into words, but there's this connection between us that I’ve never felt before. It’s like you understand me in a way no one else does. I’d really love to see you again, maybe go on an actual date, if you’d be up for it."

You smiled, your heart fluttering at his sincere confession. "Lando, I feel it too. Today has been magical, and I haven’t felt this alive in a long time. I’d love to go on a date with you."

Lando's face lit up with a genuine smile, and he gently took your hand in his, the touch sending a warm thrill through you. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you both sat there, basking in the new and exciting possibilities that lay ahead.

The silence was broken by your giggles. "Wait, Lando, you have some ice cream on your face," you said as you tried to wipe it off. As your face neared his, your attempts were stopped by his lips crashing into yours in a sweet kiss. It might have been the first, but it surely wouldn't be the last.

The kiss lingered, your senses overwhelmed by the taste of vanilla and chocolate mingling with the saltiness of the sea air. His hand moved to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss, making your heart race. You felt a mix of exhilaration and calm, as if everything in the universe had aligned perfectly in that moment.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads resting against each other, you both laughed softly, the world around you fading into a blur. "So, about that actual date," Lando said, his voice low and filled with promise. "How about tomorrow? Same time, same place?"

You nodded, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "I’d love that, Lando."

As you walked back to your friends, hand in hand, the future seemed bright and full of endless possibilities. With Lando by your side, you felt like you were ready for any adventure that came your way.

[astxroiid]

empire state of mind // tasm!peter parker

❥ warm New York, cold nights, sushi, pining, heroes and their hopeless romanticism.

wc: 1.5k

navigation ✩ new york private life (I) ✩ manhattan longing (III)

The movie finishes with little to no emotional distractions from either of you. You look to Peter, "This was fun! We need to do it again sometime."

You smile but all Peter feels is dread. Are you sending him home? Already? He's had a great time but he doesn’t wanna go home so soon.

“Yeah… I had a lot of fun too,” he gives a downturned smile.

"How about you come back on Friday? I'm free all day after my class at 10."

Your voice drowns out and Peter feels a tingle up his back. The hairs on his arms stand on end. Something bad is happening...

He turns his head, realizing that whatever his Spidey-Sense is telling him is happening, is major. He tries to hide his worry as he stands, grabbing his bag from beside the door.

"H-hey! Where are you going?" the worry filling up your throat and spilling into your tone.

"Friday. After 10. Sounds amazing. I'll be there. Gotta go-" he doesn't stay to hear your response. Slamming the door behind him. You're left on the couch, in shock and feeling a little sad.

A few moments later, you see Spider Man swing by your window and off into town, towards the flashing red and blue lights.

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That was Tuesday, it's now Thursday night.

Sorry for dashing off last night, I forgot I had to pick some things up for my aunt!

Peter's message from Wednesday sits unopened on your phone. You have no idea how to respond.

♡.

Peter's all kinds of a mess right now. Terrified he messed things up by leaving so quickly the other night. Nervous that your date is canceled. He hasn't heard back from you since that night.

What if you're mad? Or now uninterested because of the way he ran out? What can I do to fix this? Peter's internal thoughts have been going haywire since Tuesday.

♡.

You phone buzzes as you begin to study for one of your exams. You decide to ignore it

Then it buzzes, and again.

You grab the device in anger with full intentions of putting it on do not disturb. Until you see the messages are from Peter.

Be ready tomorrow at 2.

I'm taking you somewhere nice to make up for my actions.

Is that sushi place still an option?

You smile and respond: Only if you show up on time :)

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Peter does show up on time, early actually. He takes you downtown, walking through little shops, trying to get the confidence to hold your hand.

Right now would be the perfect time.

The both of you walking along the sidewalk. Shoulder to shoulder.

Do it, Peter. You both think. And then, your thoughts separate.

I'm basically begging for it with the way I'm pushing my shoulder into his. From you.

What if she doesn't want that? And I ruin the whole moment? From Peter.

Fuck it. Peter steadies his breathing and goes to wrap his pinky around your index.

Just as his finger starts to brush against yours, you move your hand, running digits through your hair.

Peter curls and uncurls his fingers by his side.

"Ugh, this heatwave is fucking ridiculous," you hum, holding your hair into a temporary ponytail. Smiling at the boy.

To Peter Parker, you are the most stunning woman he's ever seen. And this moment encompasses that completely. Flyaway hairs framing your face, chest glowing from sweat, cheeks flushed from the heat, and smile beaming.

If only he could grow a pair and hold your hand.

"Yeah, tell me about it. The air conditioning in my apartment's broken. It's just me, a lonely fan, and a lot of open windows," he smiles at you, nervous of talking too much.

You can't help but feel your chest flutter every time he gives you that bashful smile. Something in the way his cheeks change color and his eyes dart around awkwardly keeping your heart pounding.

"Well. Anytime you feel yourself getting too hot, you can always come over," you wink and waltz into a nearby store, holding the door for him.

Peter feels his hands begin to shake, the temperature in his body rising and he suspects it's not from the weather. He follows you in.

You bounce around the shop happily, picking up the mini glass figures and examining each one, showing them all to Peter.

He gazes at you with a content smile on his face. He could get used to this.

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The hours come and go, but as five-o'clock draws near you and Peter begin to make your way towards the aforementioned sushi restaurant.

You step in and are in immediate awe. Neon red led's light up the dim rooms. Candles flicker on each table, illuminating the accompanying roses. The clack of your shoes reverberates off the black marble floor and falls in time with the soft jazz flowing through the building.

"Oh wow..." you breathe.

Peter walks behind you with a smug grin on his face. He aimed to impress you with this place. It seems he hit the bullseye.

"How many?" A very well dressed, middle aged woman asks, smiling.

"Just two." Peter answers.

"Follow me." The lady turns the corner after grabbing two menus.

After being sat and ordering drinks, Peter goes to look at his menu. You kick him (lightly) from under the table.

He jumps. "Ah! What was that for?!"

"You didn't tell me how nice this place was gonna be!" You whisper rather sharply.

"Well, I wanted to impress you. And make up for everything," Peter smiles.

"You can do all that without letting me dress like a slob to go to a place like this!"

"I think you look beautiful." Peter blurts. Eyes wide, face red.

"Oh." Your voice is just above a whisper. "Well.. uh, thank you," you smile at him and his whole world lights up.

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You exit the front doors of the restaurant, cold night air stinging your lungs.

"That was amazing, Peter. thank you so much," you stuff your hands into your pockets.

"Of course! I had to make everything up to you," he smiles down at you. Again, having the same battle of brain and heart over holding your hand, both of which being pushed further into your pockets.

"We definitely have to do this again," you begin to cross the street, assuming Peter follows behind you.

"Hey! y/n! Wait!" Peter's scared tone stops you in your tracks in the street as you turn to look at him.

"wha--" you hear a horn and can barely distinguish headlights from beside you before a pair of warm, rather strong, arms are embracing you - holding you an equally as strong body.

Your chest goes numb with adrenaline, face heating up from the proximity of Peter's face to yours.

"Oh my god. Are you okay?" His breath is heavy, warm chest pushing into yours and heart pounding.

"Uh... yeah... are you?"

"I'm fine. I think my ankle is bruised from the fall but it's alright, as long as you're okay."

Your chest continues fluttering but no longer from fear. The way Peter just smiled at you could light the whole world up.

"Here," you stand up, offering the boy a hand. "Let's go back to my place and assess the damage."

Peter takes your hand, following you back home.

You turn to him. "Thank you, by the way. You totally just saved my life."

⏪︎ peter's pov ⏪︎

Peter smiled, holding the door open as you exit the restaurant. He'd had such a great day with you so far, though he worried at every point he would make a wrong move and mess everything up.

He didn't.

"That was amazing, Peter. thank you so much."

This is it. Peter thinks. My best possible chance to grab her hand.

You stuff your hands into your pockets.

Shit.

"Of course! I had to make everything up to you," Peter smiles down at you.

"We definitely have to do this again."

Peter watches you step down from the sidewalk and onto the asphalt. His head snaps to the left, seeing headlights. A car. Moving fast. Right for you.

His whole body goes numb, heart pounding.

"Hey! y/n! Wait!"

You turn, freezing.

Peter feels a build of anxiety from his toes to his head. You're not moving.

The hairs on his arms stand up, and he's moving before his thoughts can catch up. And everything feels like it's in slow motion.

He lunges, wrapping his arms around you, pulling both of you back towards the sidewalk. Peter's ankle twists and he lands, back thudding against the pavement, holding you snug against him.

His breath is harsh.

"Oh my god. Are you okay?" Peter can feel your hearts pounding in the same, fear-driven tempo.

"Uh... yeah... are you?" Your eyes search his.

"I'm fine. I think my ankle is bruised from the fall but it's alright, as long as you're okay." And he means it.

"Here," you stand up, offering the him a hand. "Let's go back to my place and assess the damage."

Peter gladly takes your hand, also taking note of the smoothness, and the gentle way you lead him. He feels warmth slowly spread down his back, realizing his ankle might not be the only injury he sustained.

"Thank you, by the way. You totally just saved my life."

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Thank you!

I actually wanted to add another part to it, but it already long and I liked how I ended it.

Anyway, what I was going to put was:

What if that wasn’t the first time he used his abilities like that? What if Vinyl first used it a long time ago?

That, when he was a kid, he left the house when the extermination was about to happen.

Alastor and Vox were both freaking out! They never told the kids what happens on extermination day. Well, not really. They just told them that something bad happens this day and can’t go outside for awhile; made sure they couldn’t see or heard what was going on out there.

But they forgot how both curious and mischievous Vinyl can be at times.

After a bit of talking, it was decided that Vox would go and get Vinyl while Alastor stayed home to look after Charlie.

But by the time he found him, kid knows how to duck his dad’s cameras, the extermination had started.

He tried to get them out of there but an exorcist locked in on them and started to chase them down. They ended up in an alleyway with the exorcist right behind them.

Vox didn’t know what to do. They were trapped in the alley in hell that didn’t have cameras around and he couldn’t spot any other way to escape.

Vox knew was going to die, he just knew it. But Vinyl? Looking down at his shivering boy in his arms, clinging to him for dear life. He could feel his shirt get soaked from Vinyl’s tears. He hugged his son tighter.

He didn’t know and he didn’t want to know.

Just before the exorcist rounded the corner, Vox went to some trash cans and hid Vinyl there, telling him to stay there and stay quiet. That he’ll come get him when it was over.

Vinyl could only nod.

With one last smile, Vox turned back to the exorcist, letting the electricity coarse through his body. If he was going to die, he was going to die swinging.

Hearing the sound of electricity roaring through the air, Vinyl curled in on himself. He didn’t mean for any of this to happen! He just wanted to go outside to play. He never understood why he wasn’t allowed leave the house during this day. He just thought they were being silly. That, nothing would happen if he left for a bit.

But when dad found him, probably about to yell at him for leaving without telling, a loud bell rang in the air and a golden light filled part of the sky.

He was going to ask what that was, when his dad grabbed his hand and told him they had to leave.

But he didn’t move. He wanted to know what it was.

Then they showed up.

Vinyl didn’t have a moment to process what just happened. One second was looking up at the golden light, next these…things came out of it and started killing sinners!

Now, Vinyl has seen sinners be killed before. He’d seen his papa kill sinners before, his dad, other sinners. Even he killed a few sinners before!

But what these things were doing? It felt different.

He doesn’t remember when his dad picked him up or when he started running, but he does remember when he locked eyes with one of them and it started to follow.

Now here he was! Hiding behind so trash cans, listening to his dad fight one of them! He knows his dad is strong, he’s an Overlord, but he doesn’t want him to get hurt!

Ugh! Why didn’t he listen!? He could have stayed home with his family, and none of this would be happening!

Hearing his dad scream, he grabbed his head, wishing this all was a bad dream. That he’ll open his eyes and it’ll be all gone!

He just wants it all to go away, GO AWAY, GO AWAY!!

With a large gash on his side, Vox knew this was the end. He just wished he could have seen Charlie and Vinyl grow up or told Alastor he loved him one last time.

And just as the exorcist was about to land the finish blow, Vox was about to send a message to Alastor saying he was sorry and where he could find Vinyl, soft music began to play.

The holy weapon was just an inch from his face when it stopped. Looking back at it, he saw that it flinching and twitching a lot; like it was trying to fight back whatever was taken a hold of it. Before it all stops, it turned around, and left.

Well that was weird, but Vox wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

More importantly, he need to check on Vinyl. Hopefully he wasn’t too scared by that.

Making his way over to where Vinyl was hidden, he found him in a shocking state.

Knees to his chest, hands grabbing at his hair, symbols floating around him, antennas blinking, and his face contorted into a silent scream with tears not stopping.

Immediately Vox figured out what was going on, he gently placed the hand not covering his wound on his son’s shoulder.

Vinyl was snapped out of it and the music stopped playing.

The boy was able give his dad one sorrow filled look before passing out.

Vox quickly picked him up, found the nearest camera, and went home.

When he got there, he called for his husband with their shared signal and told him not to bring Charlie with him.

Alastor was horrified by what he saw when he arrived, his husband covered in his own blood, barely able to hold himself up, one arm wrapped around clutching on to his side, while the other was holding their son.

He immediately took Vinyl out of Vox’s arm, brought the boy to his bed, before going back to his husband to patch him up. As he did so, Vox told him what happened.

At first they were happy. With how powerful he was at such a young age, he would be able to raise above the ranks of hell in no time! They couldn’t be prouder!

But then the horror of the situation kicked in.

If hell found out about this, they would try and use him as a weapon against heaven, despite his age.

If heaven found out about this, they would kill him, hellborn be damned, without a second thought.

Either way, their son would be a target because of his power.

And they just had a close call today,

They don’t need another.

It was then and there that they both decided to keep secret full potential of Vinyl’s abilities.

It seems though that fortune was on their side, because when Vinyl woke up, he had no memory of what happened that day.

And so, life went back to normal for our little demonic family. With Vinyl’s secret under lock and key, even from himself.

Until years later, where it was unfortunately brought it back to light.

I was not expecting to be this overwhelmed with emotion when Vinyl was first introduced, this is so insanely well written and I love every bit of it

[ssentimentals]

dating seungkwan feels like...

singing your heart out in karaoke. it's this rare sense of comfort when you are not afraid of acting silly and receiving weird looks; it's about never being called 'too much' or 'over the top', it's about knowing that you are perfectly fine the way you are, knowing that you are enough, knowing that any form of you will be accepted and loved.

('why i can't be somewhere in the middle?!' you lash out in frustration. 'i'm either too much or i'm not enough why can't i be just-just..' you trail off, unsure of the ending. 'ugh.'

'just what?' seungkwan asks. he was silent during your rant, listening closely but not scheming in. 'just fine? just enough? you already are, dear. in fact, you are so fine that if they reject you it's only because they recognize competition in you.' pure sincerity in his voice makes your eyes fill up with tears and seungkwan rushes to your side immediately. 'no more self-doubt, dear, only confidence in your capabilities. and you are perfectly capable.')

seungkwan is someone who joins you in any of your antics; when you suddenly start acting like you're in the movie - he instantly plays along, when you want to dance under the rain - he's spinning you in circles and hums some tune, when you feel like screaming - he takes you somewhere far and lets out all frustrations with you.

('my fort is better,' you proclaim proudly, giggling when seungkwan huffs dramatically. 'don't be a sore loser!'

'we need an opinion of a third person or else it's not fair.' he quickly takes pictures of both of your forts and sends it into the group chat, asking which one is better. 'loser cleans the bathroom whole month and i'm definitely not doing it!')

he is the soft hum of your favorite song, he is a bubbly laughter that lights up your mood, he is a steady hand to hold on to when you need support; seungkwan is many things but above them all he is loud. Loud in the way he proclaims his love to you ('i will go to the roof right now and shout 'i love you' from there if you don't believe me!'), loud in the way he shows that he cares ('where is your hat? and scarf? don't make me go all mother hen on you, you know i will!'), loud in the way he is not ashamed to let everyone know that you two are together and that he is so, so proud to have you.

('you look very..proud,' you comment, sliding to the seat next to your boyfriend. seungkwan's hand wraps around your shoulders and he quickly kisses your temple, ignoring whistling from the boys. 'wanna share why?'

'i'm just so proud that you are with me,' he answers honestly, grinning. 'everyone here loved you, boys came up to me to say how nice you are and i'm just- really happy. and proud.' he smiles and squeezes your shoulder: 'i knew they would love you.' but then his face changes and he adds: 'but they can't love you too much cause competing with my friend for you is not ideal-'

'oh my god, boo,' you interrupt, rolling your eyes on his dramatics. 'don't go overboard, okay?' you ask and when he nods, you peck his lips, smiling. 'good. and just for the record - i'm proud to be with you, too.')

seungkwan goes into relationships all in, treats them like his most important solo project on which succeeding is the only option. he is serious, diligent and although he usually tries to laugh his efforts off, he does try to be the best for you. he's doing it all, he searches on google the best gift ideas, checks reviews of new places, asks his friends for an advice, reads forums - all to be able to give you the best experience. he is shy inside but tries to come off as confident as possible and with you he grows, matures into someone he's really proud of.

dating seungkwan feels like a car ride with windows down: sometimes wind gets too strong but that doesn't deter the happiness and freedom you feel in your chest. you know that we are just tiny humans but seungkwan makes you feel like you are so much more, like you are moon and sun and all of the stars; he makes you feel like living is best when it's done loudly.

a/n: the way this one sucked the life out of me when i wrote it..god. check out my other works here - nini <3

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Sorry if I missed it, but do you have any recs for diverse body types? Like either the hero, heroine, or both who are fat or chubby? Thank you!

Yes!

Historical:

Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake by Sarah MacLean. A classic! Callie is canonically fat, ends up pursuing the nine things she's always wanted to do before committing to spinsterhood, and the local rake ends up getting entangled in her adventures. One of my favorite moments in this book is when she tries to disguise herself as a man by wearing trousers during a fencing moment, and he sees her ass and is like "that is NOT a man".

A Rogue By Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean. It isn't as obvious in this book, but I think it's pretty clear that Penelope is more full-figured, and boy is Bourne about it.

Brazen and the Beast by Sarah MacLean. Hattie is fat, and this is one of the only historicals that actually has a plus-size model on the cover and the stepback. She's gorgeous, yay! (And it's such a great stepback.)

Knockout by Sarah MacLean. Another one where the model actually is a legit plus-size model, and a lot of the book is kind of like... big girl wish fulfillment in a great way, imo? It's very touching in a manner I don't think people will get if they haven't been there. Imogen doesn't have all this "I'm fat" angst, she's confident, but her sore point is being made to feel that she's too much in every way? Like, she's too brash, she's too bold, and her big personality on top of a bigger body just makes her too much. Like she should shrink in some way to balance it out. And Tommy is like, carrying her around, protecting her, adoring her. Ugh, it's a lOT.

The Truth About Cads and Dukes by Elisa Braden. Jane is fat, and she considers herself plain. What she doesn't realize, after she enters into a marriage of convenience with local icy duke Harrison, is that he is like. Physically. OBSESSED. He doesn't know much about her personality lmao, but he is BARELY holding it together whenever she does one of her innocent double entendres. (In like, the scene where he's trying to propose a fix it marriage, she's all "and you wouldn't know what's inside my mind unless you'd been inside ME" and he's like, desperately coughing to keep himself together while she has noooo idea why he's so upset lmao.)

Contemporary:

The Brown Sisters trilogy by Talia Hibbert. All three heroines are plus size. There are other cool aspects of rep Talia addresses as well--Chloe Brown has chronic pain, Dani Brown is bi, Eve Brown is autistic (and so is her hero). These are really fun, really good, really sexy books. I think Act Your Age, Eve Brown may be my favorite, though.

The Princess Trap by Talia Hibbert. This is another Talia book with a fat Black heroine who is totally aware of her own appeal and confident as hell. She ends up in a fake engagement situation with a prince (who is, I should add, in trouble because a tape leaked of him and his previous girlfriend getting up to Certain Things That Some Unjustly Consider Abnormal, and also mentioning his bisexuality) and it all goes from there. He has an oral fixation, btw.

Tastes Like Shakkar by Nisha Sharma. This is recent and so cute! It's a Much Ado About Nothing retelling wherein the hero and heroine, of course, hate each other, but have to work together because she's planning her bestie's wedding and he is the chef (and also best friends with the groom). And someone's trying to sabotage the wedding, so that's also an issue. He ALSO has a particular interest that I really appreciate seeing in books with fat heroines, personally.

A Merry Little Meet Cute by Sierra Simone and Julie Murphy. Christmasy, but works all year round imo. The heroine is a plus sized adult film star with a super popular OF-style account, but she wants to break into mainstream. So she gets this opportunity to fill in for an actress on a Hallmark-style Christmas movie, and jumps in. Except oops, the hero, who's a fallen boy bander, is VERY familiar with her work... Super body positive and hot, love it.

Possession by Adriana Anders. Omg love this book. The heroine is a rising actress, and she's in a totally platonic, PR marriage of convenience with this A-list, "sexiest man alive" type star. Then he gets caught on tape doing Stuff and Things with a woman who looks super similar to her. Obviously, they're not really together, but it looks like cheating, so he rans off to a camp to... be himself. She chases him down, and it's super super hot and emotional and there's consensual kidnapping!

Gothic-y Paranormal-y:

The Thornchapel Series by Sierra Simone has six leads (five of whom have POVs). One of the POV characters is a plus size model who's just acknowledged as like, the hottest person around. TW for a million things, but this heroine does have a strong recovery from a past sexual assault ARC.

There are romance novels with fat heroes, obviously, but they are much fewer and further between, and if I'm super real, I've yet to read one wherein the focus wasn't like "the hero and heroine are both fat and the main thing they talk about is being fat", which is not something I personally like to read. It's not that I don't want to read about two fat people falling in love--I do. But I don't like it when that's like... the main point of the story aside from the romance.

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describing my MCL profile (with @mclmora's template :D)

hi! as you can guess I'm yet again thinking about MCL, as one does, and I thought filling this template could be fun :3 📸 user's profile + favorite outfits

💗 name: ?

💗 b-day: 08/12

💗 zodiac sign(s): Saggitarius Sun, Scorpio Moon.

💗 nationality: Salvadorian.

💗 favorite flirt(s): Lysander, Armin and Nathaniel.

💗 player since: 19/12/2015

🎮 Currently playing → Episode 32: Happy Life, Double Life! (Armin's route); Episode 29: The Love of Art (Lysander's route)

💘 lom meters (US server)

nathaniel, 95%

castiel, -52%

lysander, 95%

armin, 75% (💘)

kentin, 35%

❔answering questions: - which club did you pick? I picked the gardening club, because even though in real life I cannot take care of a plant for the life of me (i've tried) i'm even less... skilled, in sports lol. Don't get me wrong I think both things are fun but it's just not my thing.

headcanon time: My Candy signed up for the gardening club, befriended Jade (and had a crush on him at the start of the year) and because she was more a danger than anything in the garden (shenanigans ensue) , she ended up switching clubs, then became representative of her class (I imagine the high school has a lot of students, she's from a different section than the other characters on the first year.) and that's how she ended up befriending Melody and Nath. In the second year, Jade switches schools :c he was one of her best friends there.

-which is your favorite ep?

oh, don't ask me that :") I'll better give you a list in NO specific order because I really, REALLY can't choose: 17 (bye Debrah), 21 (the play!!!), 23 (nath's house), 31 and 32 (lysander's arc), 33 (iris party) and 40 the finale of course! - which non-datable character you like the most?

Priya wasn't datable in HSL so her lol, also Jade and Dajan are really cool in my mind, even thought they appear in only two episodes for some reason I always include them in my headcanons. Mmm, this is hard lol because I like a lot of characters from different reasons and it's hard to compare them to each other yk. Like, objectively we may feel more inclined to say Rosa or Alexy, but that's because we know them really well. But then there's Iris best girl for example, Leigh is also really nice. And then I have fanon versions of Melody and Karla that, in my mind, make me like them more...

It's tough man, but being honest, probably Amber because yes in HSL she was a BULLY I think, as a character, I really like her, she's compelling to me.

👩🏽‍🎓univerity life: to start

❔answering questions:

-what do you think of the removal of kentin, armin and lysandre?

because I have had a lot of time to reflect on this, and now we have alternative life and everything, I think it doesn't hit me as much as it did when I saw the news the first time. Of course it's still sad, because reading all the amazing headcanons people have for these three LIs for that season really makes me wish they did something different but hey! I think the new routes weren't as bad as people make them to be, because they constantly like to compare the new v.s. the old routes and that's not the point. The point is for people to have fun, and i've seen fanarts, fanfics and blogs dedicated to Hyun, Rayan and Priya :D also, adding Priya as a love interest IN MY OPINION was a really nice choice, a lot of people liked her before and now being able to date her??? queen, just give me the ring.

-which one is your favorite episode?

I haven't played this season myself, but i've watched the playthrough of it on YT (planetsucrette te adoro) and honestly? episode 15 "Emotional Rollercoaster" HAS to be at least in my top three for this season, yes i'm a nathaniel girlie but idk, all the drama and the build up and the illu!!! ugh it's so good, I really enjoyed watching it and I cannot imagine finishing that episode and have to WAIT for the continuation!!! the intrigue!!!

Also Rosa's story reaaally pulled my heart strings, i'm going to be honest with you, and there's a scene where Candy has this memory box and there's a bunch of photos from High School, and there's one with them and Alexy and the way they narrate that part is just- is fantastic, I loved it a lot. I think it's on ep 11.

-is there something you don't like about this season?

uh... well, for the longest time, I didn't even wanted to know what it was about, mainly because my interest remained in HSL and the fact that 2/3 of my boys weren't even there was not motivation, at all. There's nothing at the top of my head that I have to critique in general. Maybe if I gave it a little bit more thought, but eh, not in the mood.

💎 alternate life

lysander: (1st episode)

questions for you ♡

how do you feel about his new design?

i'm in love with his new design, not even going to lie to you. literal heart eyes every time i see him 💗💗💗💗💗

what do you think of his character development?

mmm... i think i said somewhere else in the SEA of post I have rambling about this game lol but, I agree with the sentiment that they could have took a different approach to his story in general. He's still charming, of course, but i'm completely biased in that.

non-datable characters that I love

yes the whole HSL cast. i don't care. they forever will live free in my mind.

general questions ♡

-how did you discover the game?

thanks to a friend who really liked anime :) she was my best friend at the time but I ended up falling in love with the game thanks to roleplaying with two of my best friends in the world + my new bestie because the other one switched schools lol. Now that I think about it, I don't know what her route was xd

Random fact: Those two friends I mentioned? They are both in love with Lysander and are always telling me they are going to steal him from me JAJAJAJA. All of us are head over heels for Armin though. One of them is Kentin's route and Castiel's route (yes, the complete opposites lol) and the other one loves Castiel TO DEATH. Also, my IRL bestie is also Castiel route and uh, quick question: Why does EVERYONE I know love Castiel while the dude literally hates ME? I'm saying like, in every damn account he always manages to be my LOWEST lom. Wanna know why? because I always befriend Nath.

-which one is your favorite special episode (ex: halloween 2011, easter 2012, ect)?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH NOOOOO DON'T DO THIS!!!!! but-

I have fond memories of playing the Valentine's 2018 event, it was the last one :"""") (i think). Why do I remember you ask? Because I did screamed when I saw this illu for the first time:

look at my boys. LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-have you played the spin-offs? if yes, which one was your favorite?

sadly no :c i'm short on AP yk, I'm a free to play girlie till the day I die.

💗 the end?

and that's the end :))) If you've read any part of this uh, thank u??? I started writing this tag as a fun silly activity but I ended up getting invested and thinking more about my silly AU. Also, you may have noticed I just call my candy "Candy" and that's not because they don't have names, but the reason is because they are my real names and I don't feel comfortable sharing them online!

I've tried to search for synonyms of my names to use for them, but they just don't feel like me and at the end of the day, My Candy Love is supposed to be played from your perspective and so, yes my candys have different personalities and dynamics with the characters but idk, they are based around me and so giving them other names doesn't really work for me??? it's a matter of preferences I guess.

i'm really fond of this game, but it's a part of me that i only get to talk openly about here on tumblr or with those 2-3 friends, so writing all of this was a sweet experience.

[easy-goer-db]

All characters are adult and fictional.

Part 3:

“Wakey wakey diapee pants. It’s time to start your baby day.”

Ugh. What time is it? Paulina put me to bed just after 6pm, but it’s bright outside the window. How long was I asleep for? I felt her hand unzipping the front of my footed jammies. She was behind me. In the same spot where she cuddled me to sleep.

“Let’s see if babykins made a nice wet diapee for Mommy overnight.”

I had no idea. My entire body felt damp inside and outside the plastic pants. Sweat? Pee? Who knows? Probably both. She ran her hand down my torso.

“Someone is a sweaty baby. Was someone all hot in his jammies and plastic panties?”

I moaned into my paci gag. She pulled the waist of my plastic pants. The rush of cold air felt so good on my exposed skin. Her hand went inside the plastic pants and started patting around. She eventually managed to slip a finger inside my leg guard.

“Goodness gracious. My little water faucet soaked through another diapee, didn’t he? It’s a good thing Mommy found those plastic pants or else you would have super soaked the bed. And then you would have been punished again. Aren’t you happy that Mommy put you in plastic pants?”

I wasn’t. I hated them so much. And was now realizing that I was probably going to be experiencing a lot more where that came from. That said, what else could I do?

I nodded and meekly let out a moan of agreement into my pacifier.

“Good baby. Ok. Let’s get you fed. Then maybe you’ll get a diapee change. Maybe. Mommy decides.”

I exhaled and once again as if on cue, let loose another flood into my already soggy diaper. She could feel my diaper expand on her hand.

“Awww. Dumb baby made another wetty? Someone has no control at all. Hahaha. No matter what a stupid sogger you are, that won’t get you out of that diaper any quicker. Thank goodness for these plastic pants.”

I really wanted out of this diaper. Even if it meant that I was just going to end up in a new one. Behaviour was essential.

“Ok soggy pants. Time for your feed.”

She pulled my shoulder to roll me onto my back.

“I know my wittle loser probably can’t walk or crawl, so guess what? You’re getting breakfast in bed!”

I wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing or a good thing. Paulina got on top of me, straddling across my stomach. She leaned over and removed my pacifier gag. That little bit of freedom felt good. I stretched my jaw.

“Is wittle baby hungry?”

“Yes, Mommy. I hungry.”

“Very good. Now, what does the padded pee pants want to eat?”

Was this a trick question? It had to be. I need this diaper changed. Not a time to take a risk.

“Can I pwease have a baby bweakfast Mommy?”

“Awww. Of course you can. No big boy nums for you. And what should your baby breakfast include?”

Okay. Maybe I have a little wiggle room here. I really don’t want another “stew” like last night. Can I ask for just strained fruit? I’m going to do it.

“Mommy, can I pwease have some fwuit? I tink there is apples, bears, and bluebewwy.”

She moved in closer, slipped her fingers into my collar, and put her lips to my ear.

“Absolutely not diapee dweeb. Remember how you told me that you’re just a little baby last night? Hmmm….?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Well that starts now. And it starts with a liquid breakfast. See?”

She turned her body, so that I could see my bureau. 6 bottles with white liquid were lined up in a row. Okay. Maybe that’s better than stew? She got up and carried all the bottles to the bedside table. She got back on top of me and forced the first bottle into my mouth. It tasted a bit like the milk from yesterday. Maybe just a little more bitter. Definitely thicker.

“Yum yum. The baby’s milkies is thick like his diapees, isn’t it? That’s why Mommy is going to be nice and let her little sog monster have 6 minutes per bottle.”

6 minutes. No problem. I can do that. I still suckled at a good pace, but not as frantically as yesterday.

“Good baby. Dwink your baba for Mommy. Fill up that tummy for mummy.”

She pressed the bottle more firmly against my lips.

“So little crinkle bear, what do you think we’re doing today? How is the wittle baby going to be tweated? Hmmm?”

That has to be rhetorical. I can’t answer. My mouth is full. I looked up with wide eyes.

“Well, while my itty bitty baby was having such a big sleepy time, I got to take a closer look at all your little baby things. And I realized something. We are going to run out of diapers. We’ve already used 20. You only bought 72. Just like a little dumb super soaker, just can’t count properly. Oh counting. How could I forget?”

She checked her watch.

“Only 1 minute left. Better hurry up.”

I looked up. There was a 3rd of the bottle left. I picked up the pace and started frantically sucking again.

“Right. Like I was saying, I realized that you are going to need more diapees to stay nice and protected. So I found the website on the receipt. I was doing a little browsing today. I used your phone to log in to your account. My my. My little diaper loser has ordered so many diapers over the years. And not just the little white ones that Mommy put you in yesterday. Then I started looking at those other crinkle pants you had stashed away. Oh, wait a second. 4, 3, 2, 1…”

I just barely finished the bottle at the count of one.

“What a thirsty baby! Ok, time for another. 6 minutes.”

She slipped the next bottle into my mouth. I wasn’t going to get a break. I realized the thickness of the milk was filling me up faster than yesterday.

“Right. So I know you wuv your wittle white diapees. But some of those other prints? Dinosaurs? Princesses? Animals? Mermaids? I loved the little ones that had “baby” printed all over them. It told me exactly what you are. Just a dumb diaper baby.”

She pinched my cheek and cooed.

“Anyway, I went on the website again and did some more browsing. Mommy found so many diapers that I think will look so cute on her silly soggy baby. Wanna see them?”

I nodded. I kind of did want to see them. That was the truth. I actually started to squirm and move my hips instinctively.

“Hahaha. Awww. Is the diaper dummy excited that Mommy wants to show him more diapees?”

She tilted backwards and slapped my thickly padded crotch.

“Naughty baby.”

While her hand was there something familiar happened. I lost control again and my giant diaper just kept expanding.

“Awww. Poor baby just can’t stop filling his diapee. Oh, speaking of.”

She checked her watch.

“1 minute baby.”

I was close to a 3rd of the bottle again. Dammit. I started to suckle frantically.

“You better finish up that baba.”

It was so thick. It took so much force to pull it through the nipple. My cheeks were getting tired from suckling so hard.

“You’re cutting it close dumb baba baby.”

Suckle, suckle, suckle, gulp, gulp, gulp.

“5, 4, 3, 2…oh you finished? Good baby. Ok, time for another.”

She swapped out the bottle and I was right back to chugging down the milky substance.

“Where was I? Oh yes, showing my leaky loser all the diapers they have.”

I knew what they had, but these were all fresh discoveries for her.

“First things first. I found the wittle white diapees that you love. Your history says you buy them all the time. So we’ll add one of those cases to the cart.”

She turned the phone around and made me watch while she hit add to cart.

“Then I saw you used to get the pink princess diapers with almost every order. Are you a pwetty pamper princess? They are so cute. We need a case of those.”

She turned the phone around and showed me as she added them to the cart.

“But they have more pink diapers than just those. They have such cute little fairies on them. Let’s get a case of those too.”

She beamed down at me as she dramatically clicked add to cart again.

“Let’s finish our collection of Disney princesses for the dumb baby. We obviously need those mermaid diapers too. Your diapee is pretty much under the sea anyway.”

All I could do was suckle as she added another case of diapers to the cart. Of course my credit was tied to that account. This humiliating shopping spree was coming right out of my pocket. Paulina took a break from scrolling through my phone to look down at her watch.

“Uh-oh. One minute baba baby. I see lots of baba left.”

Crap. She was right. I have to focus on my bottle, but I was so fixated by all the diapers she was ordering. I doubled down and started suckling aggressively. Suckling aggressively? Is that an oxymoron? Stop thinking. Focus. Paulina had her eyes locked on her watch and on my bottle.

“10, 9, 8…”

I’m close. I can do it.

“6, 5, 4…”

Almost. Almost.

“2, 1…and?”

Air slipped through the nipple. She pulled the bottle from my mouth and inspected it.

“What a good little sucker. Who is Mommy’s little sucky baby?”

“I am Mommy. I am a sucky baby.”

“Good baby. Ok. Time for another.”

I groaned as she shoved the 4th bottle in my mouth. I was running out of room for more liquid.

“Awww. Is the little baby’s tummy getting full?”

I nodded.

“Well too bad. Baby needs his num nums.”

She was getting really good at reading, because in that moment I stopped suckling for a second and exhaled. That had become a tell tale sign. I let another stream into my diaper.

“Hahaha. You are such a wetty wittle baby.”

I could feel my diaper leaking. The plastic pants were the only thing keeping everything together.

“Oh right. Speaking of my little tinkler sprinkler. Back to your diapees!”

She picked my phone up again.

“Ok. So we have 4 cases in cart already. That isn’t nearly enough for my little super soaker, is it?”

I shook my head.

“That’s right baby. You need so many diapees. I also liked these ones with the little animals on trains. The site says they are extra crinkley. So we’ll need those.”

Two taps and another case was added to the cart.

“They also have the dinosaur diapees that you’ve ordered before. You’ll be my little wetasaurus in those.”

Tap. Tap. Added.

“Ooooh. And what about these ones with safari animals? They look so thick. They’ll be perfect.”

Tap. Tap. Added.

“Hmmm…oh yes. We can’t forget the ones that have ‘Baby’ printed all over them. I don’t want my dumb baby forgetting what he is.”

Tap. Tap. Added.

Paulina looked down at her watch.

“1 minute baby boy. Oh, you’re doing so well with this bottle. Good baby.”

She was right. I was focused on getting this bottle in me before 6 minutes. I was thinking that maybe I’ll get a little 45 second break if I finish before the deadline. I finished.

“Oh my goodness. You finished that so fast. You must so dehydrated. We need to get you another pronto.”

Darn it. No break for me as the bottle was switched out again.

“Ok. I think 8 cases of diapees is enough for now. That’ll last a few days at least. Hehe. Buuuut. I see they sell more than just diapers. They have so many cute onesies. So. Many.”

A huge smile broke across her face.

“I was looking at your collection of dumb baby onesies. But they don’t match the diaper prints that we just put your cart. We need to fix that. I want my baby to be matchy matchy. I real fashionable baby. One who is fit to hit the dumb baby fashion runway. Well. Haha. The dumb baby fashion waddle way.”

That line cut right to me. My legs twitched and I wiggled. A humiliating line like that got me really excited. She noticed. She always seemed to notice.

“Awwww. Does baby want to be Mommy’s little fashionista? You want Mommy to show you off?”

I shook my head. But my squirming said otherwise. She took that opportunity to spin around putting her back to me while she remained mounted across my stomach. She put her hands on my utterly diapered crotch. It didn’t matter how many layers separated for me from her hands. I could feel the pressure and she knew exactly where to touch.

“I think baby wants me to buy him matching onesies. Hmmm…?”

She started to rub.

“So his diapees and onesies will be matchy matchy. I also saw they have matching pacis. Hmmm…? Does baby want Mommy to complete his outfits?”

She rubbed harder. I moaned.

“And then once he’s all matchy matchy, he wants to go on the waddle way doesn’t, he? He wants Mommy to show him off, doesn’t he?”

I exploded.

“Hahaha. Oh my gosh. You are such a little diaper loser. Okay baby. Mommy will show you off.”

She spun back around and checked her watch.

“30 seconds baba sucker.”

I hadn’t been focusing on my bottle at all. The rubbing. The teasing. The full tummy. I wasn’t going to finish on time. But all I could do was try. That might save me.

“Uh-oh. The bad baba baby is going to get punished.” She said sternly.

I kept suckling.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and…”

I didn’t finish.

“Bad baby! Mommy gave you a treat and you misbehaved again? You can’t even follow the most simple instructions. Such a bad baby. Finish that bottle. NOW.”

She got off me as I finished suckling down the bottle.

“To think, I was being so nice to you. And you were just a little leaky loser who couldn’t drink his baba.”

As I finished the bottle. She snatched it away. She forcibly shoved the last one in my mouth.

“Drink. NOW.”

I did. She had my phone back in her hand. I could tell she was adding the matching onesies and pacifiers. But it was taking her longer than I expected. It really only should have been a few taps.

“Ok dumb diaper boy. I’m just putting the finishing touches on this little order. But look. I had another idea. You are going to be so matchy matchy for Mommy.”

She turned the phone around. She’d added the matching onesies and pacifiers. She also added all the matching cloth diapers. She’d added all the matching plastic pants. There was also a matching set of all the footed PJs.

“Does my baby love all his new outfits?”

I nodded. I kind of did.

“Oh also…”

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Mommy also doubled up that diaper order. Maybe that way we’ll have enough for a week of your stupid soggy pants.”

She just keeps proving how good she is at this. I exhaled and let out another river into my diaper. I was saturated.

“Hahaha. Super soaker baby pants. Oh my god. I can see little tinkles in your plastic pants. Leaky loser.”

She looked down at her watch.

“15 seconds baby boy.”

I wasn’t going to finish again. Not even close.

“Stop. Bad baby! Mommy is taking care of all your little dummy diapee needs and you can’t even finish your baba on time.”

She pulled the bottle from my mitted hands.

“Maybe this will help.”

She unscrewed the top and just poured the remaining liquid on my face. I trickled down my chin onto my chest and stomach. My footed PJs were unzipped down to my plastic pants. The liquid trickled down to the hem.

Click.

“Awww. Another perfect picture of my messy baby for our photo album. This one is adorable.”

She turned the screen around. I looked ridiculous. Half zipped footed PJs, gigantic diaper with pink plastic pants, and what looked like baby formula all over my face and body.

“Such a cute messy Mommy’s boy.”

She moved to the side of the bed and grabbed one of my hands. My mitten was connected to bed post strap again. She went to the other side of the bed and did the same with other hand.

“To think. Mommy was going to change that icky didee right after your feeding. Now? I’m not sure.”

“Mommy pwease. I’m sowwy.”

“Hmmm. I don’t think you are. You just keep misbehaving. No, you need to be punished.”

She stopped and pondered for a second. She started giggling.

“Are you weady for your punishment diaper loser?”

“Yes Mommy.”

She slapped the inside of my thigh. Ouch.

“Yes Mommy, what?”

“Yes Mommy, I weady for my punish.”

She started to cackle.

“Hehe. Ok baby. You are going to have to beg for your diapee change.”

Oh, ok. Simple enough.

“Mommy, pwease pwease pwea-“

She slapped my thigh again.

“Oh no. You won’t be begging me.”

She pulled out her phone again and went to the foot of the bed.

“You will be begging my friends to let me change your pee pee pants. Understand?”

Oh no. Not again. But I just nodded.

“Ok dumb baby. I’m recording. What’s da matter?”

“I wet my diapee Mommy.”

“Just wet?”

“I wet my diapee so much Mommy, I weaking.”

“Why’d you wet your diaper so much?”

“Because I wittle diapee loser?”

“Hahaha. Yes, you sure are a baby pants. What do you need baby?”

“I need my diapee change Mommy.”

“Oh potty pants. That’s not for me to decide. What do you want to say to the girls?”

“Pwease, pwease, pwease. I need my diapee change. I so wet. It uncomfy. I need a dwy diapee. Pwease. I do anyting.”

“Anything?”

“Yes Mommy, I do anyting.”

At that moment, my bladder betrayed me again and I flooded my already soaked diaper.

“Hahaha. See? He’s such a super soaker. Ok girls. What do you think? Should I change the dumb diaper baby?”

She put the phone away.

“Ok. Let’s see what they say you leaky loser.”

[unlikelyagerestuffs]

Regressor Axl Headcannons!!

Axl is such a regressor! I see it! It's like, totally a thing, I ABSOLUTELY swear! Warnings for: Hiding Regression, coming out, vent regression

Under the cut!

It started out with a personal moment between friends. He and his buds escaped to Darrin's house to stay the night. (Which was NOT, by the way, a parental-approved sleepover. They were gonna play video games, and talk about chicks or somethin'.)

But it was just as the clock struck midnight, after a particularly heated Mario Party game and a particularly deep discussion, when Axl just went *off.*

Could he really just not do enough for his family?? He missed the days when they were just proud of him all the time. "I could kick down a bucket and they'd go *'ohh, look! What a strong boy our little Axl is!'* Now it's all, *uuh, pick up your socks, Axl. Do better in school, Axl.'* I wish they'd just get off my FREAKIN' back!"

"...That sucks, dude." Darrin replied sympathetically, if not somewhat unhelpfully. 

If it was any other time, and any other place, Axl would have played it off. But this was midnight, and he was with his boys... So, well... He cried. Normal, tough guy tears. Not like how those lameos in the movie do it. Both his friends put a comforting hand on him. It helped. 

And they stayed like that for a bit, Sean and Derrin passing worried glances. Until Sean Donahue, wise, educated Mister Donahue (or just Sean, because "Mister Donohue" was his father) decided to speak up. His family was educated on matters of the heart, so he had *an* idea of what to say. 

"I think... This is your inner child crying out, Axl. You really have to make sure you heal that part of you. It's an important part of human growth and development."

Ignoring all the nerd, lame, science stuff, maybe his friend had a point.

Regressing doesn't really change Axl. He doesn't really become a different person when he regresses. He doesn't baby talk, he doesn't walk around with a rattle and a pacifier. Honestly, at the start? All he really did was play basketball. It was what he remembered most from his childhood; Games with his dad. 

And anything that *does* change when his mindset shifts? Especially near the start, he tries to hide that part of him like crazy. Even the slight mention of anything childish from anyone at all, (mostly Sue) would get a flurry of, "GOD, no! That's so stupid! Get that out of my face, ugh!"

Outside of that, though, he tends to get quieter. And a lot more sensitive. The little things get to him easier, like when his dad assumes something is his fault, or his mom thinks he did something she didn't like on purpose. 

A while into his time regressing, he really wanted a coloring book. Just like, one of the cool ones - and not really to *color* in, just one he can mess up and tear apart and whatever. 

It became an entire Oceans 11 mission. Darrin had to stalk into a Dollar Tree and pretend to be a teen dad, while Sean went the opposite direction to get a package of crayons for an "art project." Axl stayed watch, dressed in a large black hoodie (although it didn't help that it was so big and comfy and made him feel like a little kid).

Darrin ended up picking out a book filled with racecars, which was lame because Axl wanted one with dinosaurs. The book ended up growing on him though; It would become something of a comfort item, and an integral part of his regression. The car lines were too small to color well in, so he would just scribble all over the pages. 

Huge messes ended up being a part of his regression, too! They were fun to make! He'd color, and then rip out the page and throw it, just, somewhere else! 

The first person to find out about his hobby was Brick. Which, as a roommate, could be more understanding at times than Axl gave him credit for. Brick said the topic didn't interest him and then walked away. Easy as that. 

His mom was (somewhat) understanding, too. "You already act like a child, so what's the big deal?" Sharing that he regressed because he had to fix the inner child that *she* broke, wasn't exactly on Axl's to-do list. 

He REALLY downplayed the whole thing with Sue, and STILL she insisted to get on his nerves. She was all namby-pamby and excited that her "little brother" Axl (gross) was an artist! She tried to drag him into childish activities he didn't care about. No, he's *not* going to decorate *anything* with pink, frilly sparkles, thank you, very much. 

He tried to keep it from his dad as long as he could. His dad was someone he kinda, maybe, really, *respected*, a little bit.

One night, he and his dad were playing a game of basketball. They were taking turns throwing shots, when, out of nowhere, his dad brought up, "hey, so your mom said you like kid stuff now. What's that all about?" No judgment. Just clarification. 

He'd been mentally preparing for this moment. As coolly as possible, "yeah, Sean said it would like, heal my inner child or sumthin', " he tested, spinning the ball in one hand and taking another shot. 

"Leave it to the Donahue's to go spreading all their mental health crap," came the neutral, slightly joking response. "What's wrong with your inner child?" 

And... Axl explained all the stuff he'd said to his friends, months earlier. That things were different now. That he was nobody's favorite. That he tried, he really did, but none of his effort could overlook the overwhelmingly observed bad. 

A long silence passed. Axl had nearly reached tears. And then his dad, in his Mike Heck, study, dependable kind of way, *apologized.* "Yeah, we kinda messed up as parents, didn't we."

It was all Axl needed to hear. "Yeah, ya kinda did."

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer (63)

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Mahito swears. He has heard from Geto about the so-called trump card that all ten shadow users have, but hearing and seeing it is another matter. The shikigami is out of control. It does not differentiate between him, the sorcerers, or the demons. Instead, it rampages and attacks those that stand in its way.

Blood runs down his forehead. If he were a weaker curse or, hell forbid, a human, then he would be dead.

The sky above is dark, filled with smoke from the fires. If the few remaining humans do not die from one of the many curses or demons running amok, then surely the smoke will do them in. Not that any of that matters with this giant shikigami in the way.

"Fuck, this thing is huge," he mutters, barely dodging another attack. Mahoraga stands as tall as the transfigured demon Mahito was using as a transportation device. There is a wheel above his head, taunting Mahito with every click. Looks like none of them will be able to defeat this thing. Who summons a shikigami they cannot defeat and control?

Idiot sorcerers.

Desperation makes humans do such stupid things. Like summoning this thing. Was that boy's plan to take them all out?

Death is not something Mahito wants to experience just yet. Not until he puts that woman in the ground and sees the look of anguish on Yuji's face once more. From the corner of his eye, he notices the dark-haired sorcerer trying to move the girl. If Mahito was in a better position, he might congratulate her on surviving the poison.

Plus, he still wants to get his hands on her soul to see what happens when someone has been brought back to life.

"By the way," he drawls, commanding the teen's attention, "Gojo Satoru is gone." He smiles, radiating joy from being able to just say those words. How many people get to say that? The strongest sorcerer of the modern world is gone.

He's so damn giddy, he wants to shout out it from a rooftop.

A flash of disbelief followed by despair mars the boy's face and it is absolutely exquisite. The sorrow. The grief. Mahito's eyes roll back in ecstasy. He can taste the negative emotions in the air. Mahoraga lets out a roar that shakes the ground.

Ugh. Fine. He will figure out how to deal with this shikigami first and then take his time tormenting the sorcerers afterwards. It will be all worth it in the end to watch that sorcerer's mind break as he taunts him about how no one is going to save him. Not with Gojo Satoru out of the picture. And that woman will be delt with soon enough. Her powers may be dangerous, but her body is still weak, like that of a normal human.

Getting rid of her will be easy. There is no one left to protect her. She is surrounded by weaklings.

Mahoraga advances on him. "I'm not the one that summoned you," he quips, as he leaps in the air. If he could just get that wheel, then maybe he will have a chance. Mahoraga backhands him and sends him flying. The debris and glass cut into his skin and his eyes. Mahito lies there, on the ground. He thinks he must have been knocked through at least three buildings. At least it feels that way.

The pain is so great; he feels high. An enlightenment. He sits up and plucks the shards out of his eyes. A manic smile splits across his patched face. Surely, Sukuna can't be too mad if the boy takes himself out. It is not as though Mahito attacked the sorcerer. No, he focused his attention on the female. No one told the suicidal sorcerer to summon a shikigami he cannot control.

He sighs as he dusts the debris off his clothes. Who is he kidding? Sukuna is not one that can be reasoned with. This he knows from experience. If that is the case, then he may as well kill both sorcerers now. At least if he must go against Sukuna, it will be because of something he actually did this time.

The demons he brought along with him are no more. A waste. It took a lot for him to work his transfiguration on them. Way more effort than with humans. Despite what he said earlier, demon souls are much harder to deal with. He's only gotten his hands on half-demons and some with a pinch of demon blood in their veins.

Encountering a full demon is not something Mahito wants to encounter anytime soon.

"Vermin," a voice says to his left. A wave of pure, demonic energy washes over the area. Even Mahoraga gives pause. The two sorcerers are knocked out. It looks as though the dark-haired one took the attack for the girl. "Where is the Six-eyes?" The demon grips his sword. From here, Mahito can feel the pure malice radiating off that sword like a tsunami. This newcomer is dangerous.

"Surely, you aren't talking to me." Mahito points to himself. Whoever this newcomer is, let the rampaging Mahoraga deal with him. "When the vermin is you." A green whip shoots out and blood gushes from his hand. Mahito screams, dropping to his knees. His hand is not regenerating. "What the hell did you do?"

No. No. No. This is not happening right now. Not when the fun is just starting. Not when he has so much left to do.

"That's my prey, demon lord," Sukuna says mockingly, landing next to the two knocked out sorcerers. Sukuna stares Mahito down and then turns his attention to Mahoraga.

Shit.

The king of curses and a demon lord? Fear grabs hold of Mahito and shakes him down for everything he has. This is the power of a full-fledged demon? His hand is still nonexistent. Blood continues to pour, and his regeneration is not working. The skin burns. He tries to change the shape of his body, but nothing works. The area burns like none other. It is not a sensation he wants to experience ever again.

"Shut up," the white-haired demon says. The demon holds up his hand and Mahito thinks this may be it. He might be done for. A flame arrow cuts through the green mist right before it reaches him.

He's alive? How?

Mahito scrambles back and hightails it out of there. He knows not why Sukuna saved his life, but he does not plan to stick around and find out. Let those two deal with that unconquerable shikigami. He needs to regroup. Heal his hand. Regroup with the others. And if he is lucky, Sukuna will have taken care of that demon lord and leave Mahito be.

A chill runs up his spine as he glances back. "Fuck." He throws himself to the right, barely missing the blast of energy sent his direction. His leg throbs. It is burned. His leg does not want to move. Crippled. Double fuck. He wills his unscathed hand to transform into something sharp. It works.

Yes! It works.

He cuts off the burned part of his leg, biting down on his tongue as the pain nearly makes him want to pass out. His body is weak. Far too weak. But his regeneration is working on his leg now. He wonders if the same will work on his other arm, so he cuts more of his arm off.

Almost as if there was a blockage, his regeneration flows freely, and his hand heals. The smell of rotting flesh assaults his nose. Fuck that demon lord.

Is this the power of a full demon or just that one? He does not want to find out. But why did he ask for Satoru Gojo? He needs to get away. As much as it pains him to leave the destruction to the others, staying alive long enough to see that woman's death is more important. Staggering to his feet, he moves further away from the battle. His newly regenerated leg is wobbly, frail.

A pain in the ass.

"Running away?" Geto chimes rounding the corner. Mahito scoffs. He looks a damn mess and Geto looks as serene as usual. "That's not like you."

"Regrouping. There is a demon lord in the midst."

The smile drops from Geto's face as if someone threw a bucket of acid on him. Ah, so this was not a part of Geto's scheme. Good to know he is not the only one confused. "And what did this demon lord look like?"

"White hair, gold eyes, a crescent moon on his forehead." Mahito flexes his hand. Good, the feeling is back. His strength is returning. Just in time, too. He spots the blonde sorcerer he fought back at the school. "Break is over," he declares. "I've got one more sorcerer to kill."

Geto laughs and moves to the side. "By all means, have your fun."

"You aren't going to join?"

"Later."

Mahito narrows his eyes. Something about Geto's refusal to join in on the chaos does not sit right with him. An eerie feeling builds in his gut. The stench of betrayal is coated on every word Geto speaks. "By the way, that demon lord is looking for Gojo Satoru."

"Is that so?" Geto murmurs, looking past Mahito and in the direction of the demonic energy. "How interesting."

The unease does not dissipate from his gut, but he ignores it for now. The need to test out his newly regenerated limbs is great. And with everyone distracted, no one will be coming to that blonde sorcerer's rescue.

What is that saying the humans are always going on about? Third time is the charm. Yeah, this time, that sorcerer will not walk away from the fight.

"Oh, Mahito, try not to get yourself killed. We still have lots to do."

That unease and the whisper of betrayal stays with Mahito long after Geto walks away. Even as he engages with the blonde sorcerer with the tired eyes, he cannot shake the feeling of something not being quite right.

Which is silly.

Geto is on the side of curses. He would not go to these lengths just to side with humanity.

[telltalebatman]

post the frankie size queen essay

in form of a ficlet as im wating for my food delivery. nsfw btw

"So," Angelo asked her one day. "Mac Gargan, huh?"

"Ugh, don't start this again," she sighed as he laughed. "I've told you already. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know he's coming to our wedding-"

"Franks, I couldn't be any less mad about not getting married to a girl if I tried. All things considered, it is a miracle it took pops this long to figure out I'm gay, and I never liked lavender to begin with. Nice touch with having lavender in your wedding bouquet, by the way," he added with a grin as she laughed. "Subtle."

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that," she said with a giggle. "I just saw they had this option and went - holy shit, Angel Boy's gonna love it."

"Well, I did love it. Buuuuuut... I didn't get you here just to reminisce about our failed wedding. Come on, Franks. I need to know - why him?" he asked finally, his dark eyes glimmering with curiosity; and Frankie bit her lip.

"Well, he does make me feel safe," she said slowly, wincing slightly as the irony of a guy who once kidnapped her making her feel safe was not entirely lost on her. "He's patient. Like, really patient."

"Uh-uh," Angelo said, rolling his eyes. "Fucking boooriiiiingggggg. I want to know the juicy stuff. Come on. How's your sex life?" he asked in his worst Tommy Wiseau voice; and Frankie groaned. Rationally, she knew this question was coming; and it wasn't the question she was dreading - it was the answer.

"I had never been fucked better in my entire life," she said with a deep sigh. "You know that club bouncer guy I told you about, the one that looks like Don Costa? He has a huge schlong, but can't use it. And Mackie... Holy shit, Angel Boy. Now I know what the Muppet puppets would feel if they ever came alive and felt the hand inside of them."

"Ew," Angelo said with a wide grin. "Gross. Keep going though."

"The first time he put it in I thought he's gonna poke my eye out from within," she continued, her cheeks flushing slightly as she thought back to their first time. "It felt so fucking good. I had never realized how much empty space I have inside of me until he fucked me. It was fucking unreal."

"Jesus, is that why you went radio silent for a week? Because he fucked you so good you forgot how to speak?"

"I didn't just forget how to speak, I forgot where I live," she said with a pained sigh as Angelo laughed. "And I thought to myself - great! Now that I've fucked him, he's out of my system. I can move on with my life now. But then I hooked up with another guy, and... It was just not the same. Nobody could fill me like he did. And it wasn't even a metaphorical, emotional void or anything. No, I mean it in the most literal, physical sense. He filled me up, alllllll the way. I then tried to, you know, get a dildo, but... Eh. It's just not the same, you know?"

"Yeah, I get that. An artificial dick up your ass is just not the same as the real thing," he said, nodding sagely. "Been there. Done that. Disinfected that afterwards."

"Yeah, I sure hope you disinfect your dildos. But anyway, that's how I figured out I'm physically incompatible with anyone whose dick I can wrap my fingers around. If it doesn't make me feel like I'm about to have to go to the ER, I don't want it. Apparently whenever we fuck, I look like I'm having a stroke and a heart attack at the same time, but he kinda likes it. He says it's hot when I can't even talk properly and he can really feel me."

"God, I am so glad we didn't end up married, our sex life would be so fucking bad for both of us. Me, I just can't top. You... Ugh, I can't even say it."

"Don't say it then. Just know that I do not think about you when I'm riding that Burj Khalifa of dicks. All I think about is how good it feels to my esophagus."

"Yeah, okay, Miss Piggy. What I hate the most about this conversation is that it's the same exact for me. And I love being a Muppet. I just wish dicks had fingers, you know? So they could wiggle them inside of me. That, I think, would ruin me completely."

"Oh god," Frankie breathed out, biting her bottom lip. "That would fucking rule. And also result in my eyeballs falling out for real, I'm pretty sure."

"Can the two of you shut the fuck up for five fucking minutes?" Mac asked tiredly from another room; Frankie and Angelo laughed in unison. They were having their weird little conversation in the living room of an apartment Frankie was renting together with Mac - who was trying to take a nap in the other room. Clearly that was not working out, and she hoped he had heard every single word. Because that'd mean a oh so you like it big, huh? kind of sex later on - and the only thing she liked more than his massive dick was when he made fun of her for not being able to string together a simple coherent sentence as he fucked her. "Please. Jesus."

"We'll be quiet now," Frankie said, kicking Angelo under the table. "Right, Angel Boy?"

"Yeah, as quiet as she gets when your dick pierces her intestines," Angelo replied in a sing-song voice; Mac groaned. Frankie laughed. For just a single afternoon, all was right in the world; and when the night fell, once again she forgot her own name.

ohmygodohmygodohgodohgodohgod

"You like it big, huh?" he said as she gasped loudly and grabbed the sheets as she tried to spread her legs even further. "Aww, look at yourself. Can't even talk," he added mockingly as she moaned and arched her back. "Hold still," he added, grabbing her by her waist as he fucked her. "Tell me how much you like it, or I'll stop."

"No," she moaned out, her thought slowing down to a crawl. "Pl... Please... Oh, god..."

In return, he only laughed; and she could feel his laughter, deep inside of herself. His every word, every chuckle echoed through herself; and she

fucking

loved it.

ohgodohgodohgodohgodIMCUMMING

"I barely even moved," he said mockingly as her eyes rolled back and barely any sound got out of her wide open mouth. "Aww, you're so precious. You don't even need friction, you just need to be filled up," he added; and she didn't protest. She didn't argue. Truth be told, she wasn't even sure what exactly was he saying in the first place; all that mattered were his hands around her waist, and his cock inside of her, and his beautiful body towering over her.

holy fucking shit.

he should fist me one day

[zehecatl]

2024 media thread PART AUGUST

6th August: Fear Street 1994

despite my love for the horror genre, i've honestly never watched much horror- in fact, i'd say this is probably my second horror movie, ever? and while i did very much primarily pick this because of the sapphics, holy shit, what a fun time

i'm not very well-versed in the genre, but i really liked the combination of slasher and supernatural. the set up is so interesting, and i'm very much looking forward to learning more over the next two entries. i love how the movie works both as a stand-alone, and as a set up for the rest of the trilogy

also, what a fun cast!! i really liked the dynamic at play here, and how grounded everyone was; outside of the very beginning, i never had a 'oh my god, why are you acting so DUMB' moment. also, a small moment i really loved was how, despite the town's differences, Sunnyside and Shadyside both refused to tell the cops anything. ACAB, and all that 👏

definitely looking forward to watching the other two :]

13th August: Jujutsu Kaisen 0

tfw a friend makes you go watch a movie, and you come out of it with another black haired boy to cry about

okay, for real- while i don't know everything about JJK, i do know enough to watch this, and it's definitely a really good movie. i think Gege's writing actually really shines in it, because it perfectly encapsulates a lot of what he does best- tragedy, human connection, that perfect note of horror that really makes his series special. it was a little rushed, like i think a two-parter would have been really good, but we did get enough to make everything make sense, and, like. this got me attached to Geto. i literally stopped watching s1 before he really got to show up (yes, i know about the thing, but you get what i mean). and i nearly cried at the end

it's! a really good movie!! it did make me really attached to Yuta and Maki and Inumaki (i feel like Panda is more of a gimmick character to round out the cast, than a real character? like, obviously that could change in the actual series, but he did fall a bit flat here) and it does showcase enough of the Geto/Gojo relationship to tease the fans, and all around, it's. a nice way to restart my watch into the series?

it does kind of make me want more time with the kiddos tho. can we get a spin-off. can we get to watch them train together and be babies. that would be nice

(also get Geto therapy. please. i know he's dead, but i think maybe if you give enough therapy to his corpse, that could fix some things)

21th August: WIND BREAKER

how the FUCK is this anime not more popular, how the fuck has the whump community not devoured it whole, how the FUCK is there not more fanart and fanfic, like hello? hello??? the most tumblr-catered thing to ever exist, and NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT...

literally, genuinely, this is just. it's one of the best written shounen i've ever seen. it's so well done- every character is distinct and has an unique and compelling design, and the way the plot and character arcs are weaved together, even just from what little you're getting from the anime, it's just- it's so well done

Sakura, as a protagonist, is so so interesting too. he's completely out of his comfort zone, he's basically a feral kitten forced into an affectionate household, like he has no clue what to do with himself, or anyone- but he wants, so much, to Do Good. this is a guy who has been starved for affection, for kindness, who craves is so deeply he can't even handle other people holding hands. like the whole set up is just. chef's kiss. absolutely delicious i'm eating so good

and then there's the Shishitoren arc, which the anime covers, and which broke my head open and filled me with Love Togame, like just. the whole arc. it's so well-written and perfectly paced, and the way everything is done is just. UGH. UGH!!!!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH

and just. i could gush for days. about this anime. i could gush about the characters, about the plot, about the ANIMATION. THE FUCKING ENDING AND OPENING?? ARE SO GOOD?? and the FIGHT SCENES, UGH, they're so fucking fantastic, like just. this is genuinely one of the best series i've ever seen, and it's a crime it's not more loved. if we don't get a season 2, i am throwing hands

23th August: Fear Street 1978

pretty good! i do think it suffers a bit from being the middle child, with lots of focus on set up, but i had fun anyway. honestly, i don't have a lot to say about this one?

i liked the sibling focus, i liked the characters, i liked the background we got fed, and how it kept itself tied to what it already set up (Ruby Lane's mother! neat!), but it's- yeah, it's the middle child. not much to say

i will say i fucking died when we got the self harm reveal, because that shit was so crap. also i wish Alice and Cindy had kissed. the tension was there, okay. we could have gotten 3/3 lesbians :(

27th August: Yomawari: Midnight Shadows

usually i wouldn't put this on my list, since i didn't play it, but- i have already played it once. and i did watch Shae play all of it, so. like. it can be here. primarily because i just wanna GUSH about this game for a hot second, like. aaaaaaaaaah

i love this game. like, i ADORE this game. so much. it's so up my alley, with its japanese horror (yokai!! spirits!! SHRINES AND GODS!!!) and kids-going-through-it energy, and just. OUGH. LETTING ME EXPLORE A SPOOKY LITTLE TOWN?? YES PLEASE...

and Midnight Shadows, which is the second game in the series, and also the only one i've played, is just- it's so good. the story is genuinely so well-written and crafted, and yeah, it's not super in depth- you're basically getting a RPGmaker game, here, but. man

Yui and Haru's story hits. the twists hits. there is something so elegant in its simplicity, and i adore it so very much

also, also- Chaco is the best boy. and i love him. and i would die for him. and the fact that you get to walk around with him in the post-game is everything

(also- also- i love the art. there's something about it that just hits my brain real good, and i would absolutely buy an artbook. i would buy multiples. Nippon Ichi, please)

31th August: Fear Street 1666

if 1978 stumbled a bit due to being the middle child, 1666 fucking nailed it by being the youngest- or the finale, more accurately

it absolutely hit all the beats it needed to, and tied up everything so good- even its twist was done fantastically, and makes perfect sense. i do think this whole trilogy was really improved by being filmed at the same time, though i can't imagine it was an easy time. i especially really love the little call forwards, they're cute :]

also, honestly, the 1666 section was probably my favourite- which is mostly because i really like folk horror, and the witch bits, and just. the setting 💖 give me more of that please 💖

also really like the finale bits, and just- idk! it tied everything up really well! i'm ignoring the post-credit scene, because that was so unnecessary, but outside of that, Fear Street is just a really good trilogy. it also had sapphics, which improves everything, in my humble opinion, so like. hell yeah

[zodiacs-web]

I never request from anyone so this is weird, but i am desperate bc theres nothing :'/

What about Qin Shi Huang with a fem!reader who kind of reminds him of his mother?

Smile/outfit/long hair (pls the long ass hair, i am a sucker for long asf hair😩)

But she is chaotic,careless,doesnt take anything seriously,laughs all the time, and flirts with everyone and everything.

(But not the submisive "blushes😳💅🏼" type, if he tries to flirt with her she'll be like "careful boy, i am ovulating😩" like a sly confident,'arrogant'(for humor purposes) strong beautiful woman who was also a fighter(¿???

Basically the: "the world could be ending, but i am going to spend my last minutes in bliss with this margarita" "he can be a psycho but he can also be really hot" "I think i just busted an ovary" "Omfg i am so hot" "Are you the EmpEror? NOBODY TOLD ME HE WAS THIS FINEEEE- CHINA TAKE ME WITH YOU"

But the similarities she has with his mother is that despite enjoying annoying people,having no morals and doing whatever she wants, her actions aren't actually damaging and she's honest and purely kind at nature(but you never get to see the kindness?)

I'm sorry, i am a very detail oriented person so i wanted to make sure i described it right, sorry if it's too much i kinda got carried away

I currently have my corrector in spanish so forgive my weird english

Have a wonderful day Queen👀❤

My Type of Queen

𖥔 Qin Shi Huang x F!Reader

𖥔 Synopsis: Chaotic reader

𖥔 What's in the web: swearing, dialogue from the ask, unedited

𖥔 A/n: I love the way you worded your request anon. You have a wonderful day as well!

𖥔 Reblogs are Appreciated!

Arrogant winds flown from the bottom of the mountain, a long day after keeping the guards grubby hands off a rich man. You spotted the nearest and familiar little cart that always housed you. Long hair swung from side to side as you finally made it to the area with your body in hazardous pain.

"What a fuckin' pain! Hey! Baldie, gimme your special!" You groaned as you sat on the flimsy wooden chair.

"Haha! (Y/n), always having a mouth against me. Anyways, how've ya been?"

"I've been doing well. But the man was loaded with riches, and YET, he tried to scam me by giving me half of what he offered. After all that help, and he does THIS!! Ugh."

"I bet he was a pain! No one can get past you with that attitude." He laughed as he passed a plate of peking roasted duck to the woman.

"Thanks, baldie!"

"You're never gonna drop that nickname, are ya?"

Giving him a signature smile, you grabbed the chopsticks and started prodding at the duck. The cut pieces shone as you moved them off the plate and into your mouth. A pleasure filled sigh left your lips as the flavors of the duck filled your senses. Suddenly, you remember something from the encounter again.

"Hey! Ya know, he also tried to flirt with me." The man before her nodded, amusing you in any way. "He got his panties in a twist when I did it back to him. Saying women shouldn't act like this. Shut up!"

The man laughed, knowing your arrogant nature was somewhat disbelieving, yet amusing. You then slowly chewed on your duck, feeling an unusual yet strong presence growing near. The sounds of those around you quickly caught your attention. They let out gasps from the sight before them.

You grabbed hold onto the shelf, that hung out of the cart, and leaned back. The view of people covering the street pissed you off like make some room, your view is more important. You leaned back into your original position and stared as the baldie prepared even more food.

That could either mean two things: 1) Somebody important was nearby or 2) there's a festival and he could get money from both. Doesn't matter. After all, his way of living was in the trash can. A giggle left your lips as you went back to feasting on your duck.

As you ate, the whispering and moaning of the crowd grew louder. Covered eyes stared in dread as your appearance quickly entered his view. You looked just like her, the hair, the outfit and smile all looked just like her.

Though some parts of you were much different yet, that didn't change anything. Of course, his curiosity got to him. Despite the fact that he was going to dine in another place that was much more rich and fancier for him, according to his advisors.

Silently, he sat down on one of the chairs next to you, eyes giving glances to you as the cover helped him hide it. Soldiers positioned themselves around him. You stared down at the duck while you saw him in your peripheral view. Slowly chewing on the soft skin before swallowing it to start a conversation.

"Who're you? And what're ya doin' causing a ruckus here?" You interrogated him all while grabbing a piece of duck and shoving it into your mouth.

"Me?" He grabbed a small menu from shelf in front of him, skimming it as he pondered. "I just wish to feast, why does my status matter?"

"You brought a town to us. Why doesn't your status matter?" You responded, body turning to face him.

You were serious, and you never got this serious so fast. There was just something about this guy who screamed, "Well, everything." But there was this curiosity too that made you want to know more about him.

"What are the soldiers here for?"

"Protection," He responded.

Your eyes glared at the man causing the soldiers to tense.

"Hey sir. I think I'd like Xiao longbao (soup dumplings)."

Baldie nodded before preparing the dumplings.

"How important are you that you need soldiers?"

"Well, as an emperor, I think all the protection I can get."

The emperor.

"You're the emperor!!!?? Ah~ I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE SO FINE~ HEY! HEY! TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!"

Your sudden outburst caught him off guard as well as his soldiers. You acted so different, that was he expecting just a few seconds ago. The serious type that turned out to be so chaotic, yet so lovable. He just loved the energy you gave. A smile decorated his face as he relished in it.

"What makes you think I'll take you?"

"I'm hot. Don't you see?"

Baldie laughed, the emperor taking a glance before looking back at you.

"Heh. That's true. Maybe I can take you in some ways."

He smirked, head turning to face you. A grin appearing on your face.

"Oh? Careful boy,...I'm ovulating."

Of course, he was taken aback, again, by your words, you were so out there that he couldn't believe it.

"Before we go on our way, can I perhaps have your name?"

"(Y/n) (l/n). And you, pretty boy?"

"Qin Shi Huang."

[mediocre-writerr]

on a balcony in summer air [wanda maximoff]

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: your kingdom is on the brink of war with your rival kingdom, but somewhere you get lost in translation and fall in love with the other princess; requested by anon.

warnings (18+): smut, explicit language

*not my gif*

Being royalty sucked. As pretentious as it sounds, being royal wasn’t always what it was sought out to be. 

Your whole life was planned out before you were even born. Your name that probably fit into the family lineage. The school you were probably going to go to. The man that you were destined to marry. You weren’t born out of love, you were born to continue the Stark family legacy. 

Actually, you weren’t even born to do that. Your older brother Vision was the one who had that luxury. All he had to do was marry a woman, become king when your father dies, and rule the kingdom. 

But you and your little sister Morgan had to be housewives for the rest of your life. Just sitting there, looking pretty. Ugh, what kind of life is that? 

“Your Highness?” Your best friend and handmaiden Natasha snapped you out of your thoughts. 

Your eyes locked onto hers through the mirror in front of you. Suddenly, a tightness filled your stomach, causing you to groan out softly, “Sorry!” Natasha murmured out as she finished pulling on your corset. 

“Nat, how many times do I have to tell you? You do not have to call me Your Highness. It sounds so prim and proper.” You told her, trying to adjust to the tightness of the corset.

“Well, you are a princess, Y/N.” She teased, a small little smirk resting on your face.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “And you are my best friend. I do not expect you to call me Your Highness. Just treat me like one of the many people in this kingdom.” 

“But you are not like just any person in the kingdom. If Your Majesty heard me call you by your first name I will be out of a job.” She pointed out.

“That is not true. He’s far too busy trying to settle an agreement with the Rogers’ royal family. That’s why he is preparing this masquerade ball. He always has to prove that we’re much more wealthier and extravagant than their kingdom,” You ranted, “While also trying to find me a suitor.” 

“Well, that is a good thing, is it not?” She asked.

You turned your head quickly towards the redhead to see a playful smile on her lips, “Stop with the teasing. I do not want to marry Natasha, you know that. I want to be like you. You have the perfect relationship with Maria. Even if no one knows, you both know the extent of your love. I want that, not to be shown off.” 

“You can not do that. There’s a difference between you and I, Y/N. Loving another woman in your social status would cause a scandal in the kingdom. It will be worse than falling in love with Peter Parker.” She told you, a hint of sadness in her eyes. 

Natasha wants nothing more than to have your fantasies become a reality. But there was just no way. You were the first-born daughter, your father’s pride and joy. Your social status was far too high for that.

“What is wrong with Peter Parker?” You asked her.

“Personality and looks wise, nothing. But socially? You might as well be disowned by your father. He is just a stable boy.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows as she ruffled with your hair, “He has been training to be one of the knights with T’Challa. That has to mean something.” 

She shook her head sadly, “It does not matter what rank he earns as a knight, at the end of the day, he will never be respected like T’Challa or Vision or your father. He will always be a stable boy. Just like me, no matter how much I mean to you, to everyone else I will just be a handmaiden,” You were silent for a moment, taking in her words before she spoke up again, “I know you want to veer off your own path, but doing so can cause your family and our kingdom to ruins.” 

Clearing your throat, you forced a smile to take a look into the mirror, “Thank you for your help getting ready, Nat. I can take the rest from here. I will see you downstairs.” 

Without arguing with you, knowing that you did not want to discuss this anymore. She gave you a small hug before escorting herself out of your room. You let out a sigh as you gently put on the red and gold masquerade mask that your father had picked out for you. 

You stepped out onto your balcony in the warm summer air. The starts that shined above your head was your entire focus. The little puffs of bright lights were aligned perfectly. There were so many stars in the sky telling stories of people’s fate, yet yours was already written for you. 

It did not matter how well the stars aligned or what story they told you, you always veered away from them, following the story your father wrote for you. Oh how you wish you were a star.

“Pietro!” Wanda scolded in a hushed voice, “We should not be out here. We are way too far from the ballroom, if we get caught by the wrong people they would not hesitate to execute us.” She told her twin as they explored the garden beneath your balcony. You were too distracted by the stars to even notice her voice. 

“Relax sestra, all of the guards are too busy in the ballroom! I want to explore the wealthiest castle in the country,” He said with sarcasm lacing his voice, “Steve is busy trying not to murder King Tony, while Peggy is trying to keep him calm. They will not notice that we are gone.” 

“Mother and father will notice that we’re gone. Why do you insist on calling them by their first name?” The brunette asks, taking off her masquerade mask. 

Pietro just shrugs in response, “How can someone be so arrogant that they have someone create this statue of themselves? Queen Pepper or his kids are not even included. That is what I love about Steve, he puts the people first. He puts his family first, not this selfishness.” 

The blonde twin was so engrossed in his own ramble about politics that he did not notice his sister distracted. Wanda’s eyes were fixed onto you. A mysterious girl standing on the balcony. 

Your gaze still fixed onto the stars in the distance. The red and gold mask that covered your face was a perfect contrast to your eyes. The colors meshing so perfectly that it allowed your eyes to truly shine. 

They always say that the eyes are the window of the soul and Wanda can not help, but feel that it is true. You were captivated by the stars, but she was captivated by you. 

“Wanda! Pietro! What are you two doing out here? You are lucky I found you before someone else did!” Wanda found the source of the hushed voice in Bucky, her father’s right hand man. Before the twins could come back with an excuse, “I do not want to hear it, just get inside before someone sees you snooping around.” 

As Bucky escorted her the twins back inside, the brunette set her sights back onto the balcony, only to be met with an empty void. You were gone and she could only hope that she will get the chance to talk to you. 

“Father’s upset with you,” Vision commented as you were walking to the ballroom with him, “You are late. You know how important this is to him.” 

“I am sorry. I got distracted. Are the Rogers here yet?” You asked.

He nodded, “Yes. I met King Steve, Queen Peggy, and their heirs. We need to be on their toes around them, Y/N. They are on our territory, they could be looking for anything to tear our country apart. We can not let them do that.” 

“I know.” Vision noticed the empty look in your eyes. Your whole demeanor was different. You were not the usual bubbly younger sister that you used to be. He was about to comment when Rhodey, your father’s second in command came up the two of you.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Your Highnesses,” He says with a curt bow, “Vision, your father would like to speak with you.”

“Thank you Rhodey. Are you okay with going on your own?” Your brother asks and you just nod. 

Slowly, but surely you made your way to the ballroom. The orchestra your father hired playing the classic waltz that you are still terrible at, even after years of training. 

The whole room seemed to stop as you stood at the top of the staircase. Maybe not to you, but to Wanda. She could spot those eyes that captivated her so quickly and easily from a mile away. No one else may have noticed you, but she sure has. 

Ignoring all the men trying to ask you for a dance or for your hand in marriage, you weaved your way around the ballroom and into your usual corner. Hidden just enough where not everyone else would come after you at once, but seen just enough so people could tell your father that you were there. 

“This is a nice secluded corner that you have found yourself in.” An unknown voice spoke up. 

You tensed up immediately, ready to fight off, yet another arrogant man who’s trying to seduce you. Instead you were met with a beautiful woman. You weren’t able to see her face fully due to the royal blue and white mask that was covering her green specs. 

She had the perfectly curled brunette hair and a soft smile that was enchanting, “Yes, well when you have been around these balls for as long as I have, you will find the nice little getaways. Usually, no one comes up to me though.” 

“Well, I am not like anyone else. You seemed like an intriguing person.” She commented.

“Intriguing, huh? You got that with just my eyes?” You asked. 

The brunette nodded, “It seems as if there’s a million stars in your eyes. It is quite intriguing and beautiful.” 

You felt your face flush red and you quickly looked at the beautiful tiles on the floor to try and hide it. But the brunette noticed and smiled to herself. The smile remaining as you looked back at her.

“If I may, I would love a dance.” She told you boldly, extending her hand out to you. 

Your face fell once more, “I would love to, however, it would not be respectable to do that here.” 

“Who cares what people think?” She asks with her eyebrows furrowed, desperately wanting a dance from you.

“If you only knew.” 

“What if we dance elsewhere? Away from the peering eyes.” The beautiful woman asked. 

You raised your eyebrow at her, “There would be no music and I can not dance.”

“We do not need music, all I need is a partner.”

Intrigued, you follow her lead to the secret place she had in mind. To your surprise, you found yourself in the garden just below your balcony. You could hear the faint orchestra playing in the background. Once again, she extended her hand out towards you. 

You hesitantly grabbed her hand, it was soft, yet electrifying. A feeling that you have not felt from anyone before. Her hand rested on your back, while you grabbed her arm softly, your hands still intertwined. 

She takes a step forward and you watch as your heels take a step back. You feel the loss of her touch from her hand holding yours as she gently lifts your chin up to stare at her piercing green eyes. 

“Look right at me.” She whispered softly and for some odd reason, you felt safe and you felt like you could finally dance.

Both of you fell into a quick rhythm. The nervousness that you were feeling before, slowly fell away with the quick steps. She was right, you did not need music to dance, you just needed the perfect partner. 

She was that.

You spun her around smoothly and a wide smile broke out on her face. You were sure that God made her perfectly. The green eyes mixed with the beautiful smile. The only thing that could be possibly more beautiful than her were the stars. 

“I thought you could not dance.” She commented and you rolled your eyes, smiling softly.

“It seems like all I need is a good partner.” You shot back, causing her smile to wide more. 

A thunderous rumble shook throughout the night sky. The grayest clouds covered over the beautiful stars. Her hands played with the hairs on the nape of your neck, while yours wrapped around her waist. 

The thunder did not stop you. You continued dancing around the garden, spinning and weaving through the beautiful bushes and your father’s statue. Your hands found her waist once more and both of you spun around. For the first time in a long time, you felt free. 

She leaned back in your hands, dipping her head back slightly. Her arms freely flying as small little raindrops started to fall onto the two of you. A squeal escaping both of your lips. 

Pulling her back into you softly, you spun her around. The brunette’s hands rested on your shoulders as you stared into her eyes. Her gaze was so intense that you looked at the sky. The heavy raindrops falling freely onto your face, a soft smile on your face, and it only seemed to grow when you looked back at the girl and she was already smiling back at you. 

Your eyes drifted onto her lips, staring at them for a brief moment, wondering what it would be like to have a taste. And she seemed to have the same thought because before you know it, her lips were mere inches above yours.

“Get away from her!” A voice shouted causing the two of you to clumsily break apart.

The two of you with wide eyes looked at the source of the voice. A dirty blonde haired man with bright blue eyes came running towards the two of you. The unknown man, grabbed the mystery girl’s arm and pulled her towards him, and further away from you.

You felt a protective grasp on your forearm, pulling you towards them. You were about to fight the grasp when you were met with Vision’s blue eyes, but they were a much darker blue. A blue that only happens when he’s angry. 

His forrest green suit was currently dripping as the raindrops slid down them, “Vis, what is going on?” You asked softly, but your voice was too soft compared to the other man’s.

“Keep her away from my sister!” The other man shouted.

“Why don’t you keep yours away from mine?!” Vision shouted and you had never been more confused.

“Vision, can you please explain to me what is happening?” You asked, pulling off your mask. 

Wanda could feel her breath catch in her throat. She knew you were beautiful with mask on, but without you were a goddess. A goddess that one only reads in mythology. 

“Y/N, this is Wanda and Pietro, King Steve’s heirs.” He told you and your heart dropped to your chest. 

The brunette girl that gave you hope that your life could be anything other than an already written story started taking off her mask. The hope she gave you was bright like the twinkling stars in the sky, but as she pulled her mask off, just like the bright stars, a gray cloud covered it. 

And reality finally set in. 

[aemonds-sapphire]

Take a Seat — Hawks x Reader

You tell Hawks you can’t stand him; he tells you to take a seat.

Warnings: NSFW. Face riding. Oral sex. Feather play. Masturbation. Exhibitionism.

Word count: 1.7k

“Hawks!”

Your screech reverberated through the walls of his bedroom.

The pro hero reckoned it wouldn’t take much longer before your angry voice was heard yet again.

“KEIGO!”

There it was.

A wave of satisfaction ran along his entire body and all the way through to his wings, ruffling the feathers in the process.

“I am going to kill you!” you bellowed in frustration from inside the bathroom. “I am going to be late!”

Hawks dreaded having to part ways with you on his day off. He rarely managed to get enough free time as it was, and now he’d have to watch you go to work, postponing his need to shower you with attention and love.

But Hawks’ playful antics always found a way to surface whenever the occasion called for it.

So he decided to steal your clothes and bath towel while you were taking a hurried shower.

It proved to be enough to kindle your anger and frustration, which would only work in his favor in the end.

As soon as your burst into the bedroom, dripping wet and ready to pounce him, Hawks felt a rush of blood flooding downwards with a subtle tingling sensation.

“What did you do with my clothes?” you growled, taking large steps in his direction. “I’m gonna be late for work!”

Hawks shrugged, thankful that his every growing erection was neatly hidden away from you under the bed cover.

He watched in sheer delight as you grabbed one pillow and tossed it at him, which he promptly deflected with one of his feathers.

“You are so annoying!” you sighed in exasperation.

A teasing smile curled his lips. Getting under your skin was one of his favorite pastimes. It got you all riled up with this pent-up tension that he’d so gladly fuck out of you.

But then something else crossed his mind.

Oh… you were going to flip at this.

But he was feeling particularly daring and willing to push you a little more than usual.

“I’m feeling feverish….” he started, making use of his top-level actor skills to twist his features into a pout. “And there’s this pain….”

And just like clockwork, the visible traces of anger on your face faded into a worried look.

You sat naked on his edge of the bed, placing the back of your hand on his forehead to check his temperature.

“Where does it hurt?”

Hawks lifted the comforter, revealing his hard cock to you. “Here.”

Just as he had anticipated, you immediately scowled at how shameless he was.

“I was seriously worried! You damn bird!”

And just as you stood up and were about to smack him, he took the opportunity to grab both your wrists and had you swing on top of him at lightning speed until you were sitting on his bare torso.

You tried to jerk free from his grasp. “Hawks! I’m gonna be late!”

He honestly couldn’t care less. Having you fully naked and on top of him only fueled his desire for you.

“I’ll fly you there,” he said with a devious smile as he ruffled his wings along the mattress like a haughty peacock. “C’mon…”

Once again, you yanked both arms in an attempt to break free, but all in vain. He was far too strong, and he justwasn’t going to let go of you just yet.

“Ugh! I can’t stand you!” you huffed in annoyance.

What a blatant lie.

All that forced outrage had his cock twitch in anticipation. How he adored fucking you into submission, peeling off all those layers that you so vehemently insisted on keeping on just to give him a hard time.

He loved your brattiness.

“Sit on my face.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What?”

Hawks wanted to let go of his hold on you have his hands cup your breasts, but he remained still just in case.

“Let me eat you out,” he insisted, rubbing his thumbs along the pulse points in your wrists.

You faltered briefly when you clenched your thighs around him.

“You’re so…”

“Charming.”

You shook your head. “No.”

Hawks let go of you, knowing fully well he had you trapped.

“Handsome?”

“Annoying!”

He flashed his trademark grin. “Annoyingly handsome? I know!”

With one hand, he smacked your ass lightly, but you didn’t budge.

“I just took a shower… and I don’t want to be late for work…”

Hawks was a patient man, but not this patient. “Then stop wasting time and ride my face.”

You hesitated at first, but caved in eventually. He slid down his pillow so that he could be the perfect seat for your pussy. Carefully, you lifted yourself from him before finally settling directly above his face.

He nodded eagerly, nearly letting out a groan at the mouthwatering sight of your pussy in close proximity with his hungry mouth.

A sigh if relieved rumbled across his chest the moment you were fully sitting on him, and he instinctively brought both hands to grip your thighs. The delicious moan that escaped your lips was incentive enough for him, and without much effort he parted his lips and delved his tongue deep inside your warm pussy.

“Oh…”

You were so fucking adorable. Still surprised that he could deliver all that pleasure with just a few stroked of his skillful muscle? After all this time of having you all to himself?

Your folds encased the corners of his mouth, as if trying to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

And he didn’t plan to.

In fact, he planned on spicing things up.

He knew far too well that this, however, would prove to be not only insanely pleasurable for you but also for him.

A single crimson feather went up in the air and settled right between your legs.

An intense shiver ran down his spine as he was able to capture the pulse from your throbbing clit.

See, Hawks’ feathers came in extremely handy in these situations, because it granted him the ability to sense vibrations around them. So, your puffy clit’s thudding was immediately felt along his entire body. All the way to his cock, causing his hips to shoot up reflexively.

“K-Keigo! Not… not the—“

Your words faded and morphed into a pleasurable moan as soon as the tiny feather began drawing small circles along your clit.

Hawks was still able to watch you gripping the headboard for support, before shutting his eyes as overwhelming bliss filled him. His cock throbbed with each heartbeart, the skin at the base pulling as he hardened even more.

He kept tongue-fucking you, drinking in your juices and your moans. Your wetness was now spreading across his chin, and he brought one of his hands to free his cock from the heavy fabric of the comforter, allowing it to spring free. The dire need to fuck you was ever-growing, but he wanted you to cum on his face this time.

His feather was kept tightly pressed against you, and such stimulation caused your hips to buck and jerk, forcing his other hand to increase his grip on you to keep you in place.

“Oh… oh… fuck—fuck—fuck!”

Hawks had had years to perfect his quirk and he was fully able to bend his feathers to his will using nothing but his mind to control them.

You were done for.

And so was he.

He wrapped his fingers around his leaking cock, yearning for nothing more than relief. It was becoming unbearable to feel your heartbeat invade his mind and travel down his body in rhythmic waves of pleasure.

A high-pitched moan fell from your lips. “Keigo! Please… it’s… it’s…” too much. Yes, it was.

The obscene slurping sounds coming from him were enough to have his hips jerk once again as he fucked his hand desperately.

He was too damn close.

He was fully aware that using one of his feathers drastically hindered his endurance. There was only so much he could withstand while having a hot girl riding his face.

Soon enough, he felt your thighs begin to quiver and he had the feather lap at your clit more avidly while keeping his tongue sliding in and out of your soaked pussy.

With a few more jerks from your hips, you were catapulted into your orgasm, spasming violently into his face while raking your fingers through his hair before gripping a few strands forcefully.

“Good… good boy!” you groaned in ecstasy as a gush of your wetness flooded his tongue.

Not long after, he felt your legs spasm uncontrollably. And he didn’t just feel this because they were tightening around his head; he felt your every contraction and twitch thanks to his feather still lodged between your swollen folds.

And that was what immediately pushed him over the edge. The overwhelming pleasure took over him completely, and he reached the point of no return. Hot spurts of cum shot from his tip with each spasm of his own body; the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tightened along with his balls. His wings stretched on either side of him and he felt a stack of feathers shoot out in both directions and carving themselves into the furniture and walls.

A few strands of hot liquid coat his fingers, but he didn’t care. His own heartbeat pounded insanely loud inside his ears and he stopped breathing for a moment as a gutural growl ripped through his throat.

You slid off to the side, allowing his animalistic groans to echo around the both of you.

Hawks took pride in having enviable stamina, but a powerful orgasm was still enough to have him panting and feeling lightheaded. Your juices were spread across his chin and lips and jaw as a few drops ran down his neck.

“I still hate you…” you struggled to say in between pants.

He licked the excess liquid from his lips, locking eyes with your hazy ones. “Want me to give you another orgasm?”

“I’m gonna be late!” you protested, sliding out of bed and nearly tripping as your legs wobbled from having your leg muscles strained.

Hawks couldn’t help but to laugh as your struggled to keep your balance.

“C’mon. I’ll fly you there. I doubt you’ll be able to walk, anyways.”

He was thankful to his fast reflexes as a feather prevented yet another pillow from reaching his face.

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[hotwings0203]

Guys I’m having another Bakugo brainrot

Tw: bullying, noncon, nonconsensual peeping, manipulation

Remember that one episode of MHA where the class goes to the sauna and M*neta tries to check da girls out over the wall?

Imagine the same scenario, but years later when they’re all older

The class wanted a reunion, just to relax and blow off some steam

You’re with the girls, and you all lay back in the hot water reminiscing about the older days when everyone was still getting the hang of their own quirks

Mina brings up this exact same scene but years ago.

“Ohmigosh, do you guys remember the last time we came in our first year here and Mineta totally tried to get a peek at us?”

“Ugh, I hope Iida is keeping a good hold on him right now,” Ochacko giggles, kicking her feet up to rest on a rock

You hum in agreement, tilting your head back to rest against the wooden wall separating you and the boys.

As it was, Uraraka was almost spot on with her hopes. Except, Iida and Tokoyami were out getting refreshments for the rest of the boys, leaving the remaining group to their own plot.

Which was lead by Mineta, of course, who had the brilliant idea to spy on the girls, just like they almost did years back.

“Guys, come on, please they’re right there!” He practically salivates, wildly gesturing to the tall wooden wall in front of them.

Most of them shift uncomfortably and groan about him being a creep as usual, but the rest stay silent.

Mineta takes their lack of outright refusal as fuel to keep blabbering.

“Look, we almost got away with it back then-“

“-You mean you got away with it, we didn’t do shit. And you didn’t exactly get off scot-free, Kota completely demolished your attempts and you landed ass down on Four-Eyes’ face,” Bakugo drawls, leaning his head backwards and looking up at the obsidian sky. The boys laugh, remembering the ridiculous event.

The night is cool, the stars littering the inky atmosphere take the pressure off of Bakugo’s lungs. For weeks now they’ve been training like dogs, battling each other and even minor villains for extra practice of their quirks. This trip was supposed to be a leisure getaway, not a free porno.

But the grape-headed perv is insistent, scoffing and waving the blond’s quip off like some annoying fly.

“You know, there’s something in it for you too, Bakugo. I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N.”

This causes a murmur and a couple of light beers towards the blond, who in turn snarls and ignites his hand to quell the commotion. All of them had an inkling that Katsuki Bakugo had finally set his sights on some poor girl, and that was you. It was such a rare sight to see his face flush slightly when you walked past him, the way he stuttered over his words a bit when you two would be conversing amongst the same group, and best of all, when they would see how he would excuse himself to the bathroom or locker room occasionally when your hero suit would tear in certain places after battles.

“Shut the fuck up 3’2, unlike you I don’t need to ogle at those brain dead bimbos.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you thought of Y/N as a ‘brain dead bimbo’, Bakugo, I’ll be sure to let her know how you feel” Mineta grinned maliciously, and the boys ‘oooo’ed at the jab.

Bakugo’s voice caught in his throat.

“You wouldn’t,” he growled, rising slightly out of the water.

“I already know you’ll kill me afterwards, but I’m prepared for the repercussions if you don’t help...cooperate here,” Grapehead inspected a cuticle and feigned a yawn.

“Come on Bakugo, it’s not like it’s gonna hurt anyone! Well keep this to ourselves,” Denki chimed in a little too eagerly.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re only asking for your and everyone’s support so that we can focus better on training y’know? A little fun never killed anyone.” Sero threw his arm over Kirishima’s shoulder, who blushed at the whole ordeal but kept silent all the while.

Katsuki looked around. Slowly, others were starting to really listen in and look interested at the outcome of Mineta’s plan. Surely a little peeping wouldn’t be too bad would it? And plus, it was only a one time thing.

Shoto was faring the same way as Kirishima, quiet and maybe embarrassed at what they were planning on doing, but no outright refusal. Even Deku had a weird longing glint in his eye, the same kind he would get when he used to fawn over All Might.

He thought about it for a minute more, a chance to see you, naked, honest, and pure, splashing around with your friends as you let your femininity dangle as it pleased.

“Do whatever the hell you want. I’m not taking blame if the bird and glasses come back, though.”

Hushed cheers and excited murmurs erupt from around the spring, and they huddle together to form a plan.

A couple minutes later, the boys were grouping around the wooden panels. Todoroki had burned a hole into the soft wood, and sero had used his transparent tape to cover it up so that the girls couldn’t see it from their side.

And there they were, completely bare, hair flowing, curves showing, voices mature and high pitched giggles emanating from around the water and bank.

Bakugo seeks you out immediately after the hole is made, shoving his way through the crowded bodies much to the amusement of others. But he doesn’t care, all he wants at the moment is to see you in your most honest element.

He doesn’t have to look long, because you’re right there, you’re right in front of them, only a few meters away. Your back is facing them, but the sight of your smooth, naked back and the round curve of your ass squishing against the rocks underneath you is enough to make Bakugo’s cock bob painfully above the water. It’s not too hard to hide his erection since the boys’s attention is elsewhere at the moment.

Your hair is open, and he wants nothing more than to feel it in his hands, run his fingers though your scalp and pull so hard that your neck is snapped back, he wants to know what kind of noises you’ll make for him, would you sound shrill and high pitched or would you wail and bellow for him to let go?

They can hear the girls talking amongst themselves, the hole in the wall makes their voices more audible and clear.

“Quit playing coy, Jirou, we know you’ve got your eye on someone,” Hagakure’s body is nowhere to be found as usual, but her chipper voice rings out from the middle of the hot spring.

Jirou is a few feet away from where you sit, her body also being shown for everyone to see. Bakugo glances at Kaminari to confirm his suspicion, but gags and quickly looks away when he gets an eyeful of his friends’ erect cock.

Not that Bakugo himself has room to talk, though.

“I mean, not really, it’s not a big deal.” The ravenette shifts and hides her head from the rest of girls’ cooing.

“Uh huh, sure. You’re not fooling anyone Kiyoka, I’ve seen the way you look at Denki. You two can’t keep your eyes off each other, it’s cute,” you purr, and Bakugo holds himself back from shoving the other guys out of the way just so that he can hear your voice the best.

Squeals and sounds of splashing fill the air, and Sero and Kirishima whisper excitedly and clap their red-faced friend on the back. Denki can’t keep the 50K watt smile off his face, and even Bakugo grunts and knocks shoulders with him, letting him know that he was happy for the human charger.

But then Jirou claps back with her own snarky observation, and the boys fall hush at the new revelation.

“Alright, you wanna talk about ogling Y/N? Then tell me, how’s Deku doing?”

“Or Bakugo, too,” Mina adds slyly, and now all the girls’ attention, as well as the boys’, is on you.

Bakugo felt like he had whiplash. He would’ve been elated, on Cloud 9 even to hear that maybe you had something for him too, had shitty Deku’s name not have been thrown in there too.

And he looks around wildly for the green haired freak, the freckles dusted across the expanse of his face even more prominent from the deep blush quickly forming, his scarred hands holding the sides of his face shaking in awe and gleeful shock.

But the rest of the boys aren’t as oblivious to how Bakugo seethes at his rival’s joy, from the way the water gets hotter from his quirk sparking underneath the rippling waves. Kirishima scoots closer to his friend and gently lays a hand on his shoulder as if to say, calm down, man. Not right now.

And so the hothead leaves it for the time being, opting to hear your response.

“I-it’s really nothing, they’re both just good classmates like the rest of the guys,” and although your back is turned to them, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re embarrassed too, your leg skittishly bouncing in front of you is making your ass jiggle from the back, much to the delight of the salivating boys.

Bakugo wants to spill blood when he suddenly realizes your body is being shown for the rest of these dogs to see

The girls start teasing you, your splutters being drowned out by their playful accusations.

“Come on L/N, whose cuter?”

“Dont act all coy now, I know how nervous you get when you’re all close to Bakugo. I mean I don’t blame you, have you seen his muscles? He could crush someone’s head with those things!”

“Yeah, but have you seen the way she giggles when Deku starts his mumbling tangents? That’s a classic crush right there.”

Bakugo is getting desperate to hear your answer now, some of the boys have left, feeling like they had their full of excitement for the night. They saw some tits and ass, heard some gossip, end of story.

The only ones remaining were Bakugo and his gang, as well as IcyHot and Shitty Deku.

Shitty Deku, who seemed equally eager to hear your response.

It pissed him off that he wasn’t getting the message to fuck off, even after all the growling and death stares he was receiving from his childhood friend.

But he guesses after a lifetime of dealing with it, it doesn’t scare Deku as much as it does anymore.

Maybe he’ll have to amp it up, later

“W-well I mean both of them have their own respective...flaws and strengths I guess..sometimes Deku can be kinda hard to talk to ‘cuz he’s so shy, but Bakugo can be a real jerk at times, too.”

You trail off, and Bakugo scoffs to himself. Him? Flaws? Those two words didn’t go well in one sentence together, but nonetheless he continues to listen. He wouldn’t refute the notion of him being an asshole, he wasnt that delusional.

“And yeah, I mean Bakugo definitely intimidates me sometimes with how aggressive he can be, but Deku is definitely getting up there in terms of physical prowess. But in terms of who I like, I’d have to say-“

“Midoriya! Bakugo! What are you two doing over there?”

Iidas voice booms across the water, and all 6 of the boys jump back, startled at the intrusion.

“No, wait-“ Bakugo hisses, clawing his way towards the hole to hear the rest of what you had to say, but Sero and Todoroki shove him back and patch the hole up with fire and tape, shutting off your confession.

Deku waves his arms around wildly, stammering some excuse of dropping his towel in the spot where they all were sheepishly gathered. They eventually waded their way over to where Tokoyami had set the drinks down, but the blond was shaking with hot rage despite the cool refreshment that was shoved into his hand by a wary Kirishima.

“Don’t sweat it dude, it’s not like her and Midoriya are gonna da-“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll blast both your and his head off,” he glowers at the redhead, shorting a dark look to where an all-too-happy Deku was chatting with Todoroki, as if they hadn’t been drooling over their naked classmates merely a couple minutes ago.

Kirishima backs off with raised hands in surrender, leaving Katsuki to mull over the situation by himself.

You couldn’t seriously be interested in that green haired freak, right? I mean he could barely talk to a girl without tripping over his own damn tongue, for fucks sake.

Not that he was any better himself. He failed to acknowledge the times where you had merely asked him for an extra pencil, when he snapped at you for being such a fuckin’ dumbass that you couldn’t even remember to bring your own shit. He had done that out of pure impulse, but he regretted it the moment he saw your face fall, his heart clenching at the sight

He’d have to show you that he was the better option, regardless of if you wanted it or not.

And so when they had all gotten out of the water and gotten ready for food, Bakugo already knew what he had to do.

You were all eating outside in the camp pavilion, each at their own separate tables. He was sitting with the boys, all of them joking around and throwing food at each other while he was staring you down.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. How could you expect him to, after he had seen half of you bare already? It was sinful almost, the way you were completely in the dark about what he had seen and heard, while he himself was fantasizing about what you looked like and felt like on the front.

So when Deku came by your table, no doubt also having the same conversation of the springs in mind, wanting to get closer to you, Bakugo felt his sanity snap.

The fork he held in his hand started melting in his ignited hand, steam curling from his palm. He watched as the green-eyed fuck made successful shitty attempts to make you laugh, his eyes trained on where you gently laid a hand on his shoulder after something he said that made you throw your head back and howl with glee.

“Hey man, your fork-!” Kaminari yelped, pointing at the disfigured mess of metal in his friend’s steaming hand.

“Huh?” Bakugo was pulled out of his irate daze, and he quickly dropped the fork when he saw what he unconsciously did.

They all looked at him for an uneasy minute after noticing the expression on his face, no doubt understanding he was furious about being compared to Deku once again in front of you.

“Look, Bakugo, don’t really take what Y/N said to heart. We don’t know who she actually likes, and Midoriya’s just her friend...” but Sero trails off hesitantly after glancing in your direction, seeing Deku’s dreamy expression as your hand still continues to rest on his shoulder.

“Just let her come to you, yeah? You don’t wanna force anything on her, that’ll make her really uncomfortable-“

-“Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair, and mind your own damn business,” Bakugo interjects, abruptly unscrewing his drink and standing up, unable to lose you to some broccoli- headed bug-eyed fuck.

He stiffly walks across the pavilion to where you two sit, and feigns a swig from his bottle. Your focus is still on Deku, so you don’t notice him approach until he comes up behind you two and ‘trip’s, falling forward and strategically spilling the liquid all over Deku’s back and your front.

You squeal as your blouse is drenched, and Deku shoots up from his seat to grab some napkins while searching for the perpetrator.

“What the- Kacchan?”

“Oops.”

Bewildered, you look at the two while dabbing the wet splotches on your shirt, Mina and Tsu jumping into action to help you.

The boys exchange a weird look, and although Bakugo gave his version of an apology, he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, if you saw it right he looked almost...smug? With a bit of anger?

Deku wasn’t any easier to understand either. His voice was lilted as usual while he grabbed napkins, but his gaze never left his childhood friends’ and his eyes weren’t exactly the big doe-eyes you had grown fond of.

They were darkened, and narrowed as they bored into Bakugo’s eyes. Neither one of them was looking away from each other, and there was a weird tension in the air that everyone could sense.

But you couldn’t focus on that right now, you had to go and wash up.

“I gotta change and maybe take a shower, I can feel it sticking to my skin,” you scrunch your nose in disgust and tell Mina as you stand to leave. Deku offers to walk you, but you wave him off kindly.

As you pass by Bakugo, you can feel his eyes rove up and down your body, very obviously staring at the way your white shirt clings to your chest from the liquid, sending chills up your spine.

But he doesn’t come after you, not yet.

It’s only after everyone has finished up from their dinner and headed off to bed almost 20 minutes later that the showers finally, finally warm up enough for you to dip a hesitant toe in.

Curse the old pipes.

*******

He watches you from the dark, the only light you’re provided with is the dim emergency light from the rusty bulb, the camp counselors having been shut the facility’s lights off merely a half hour ago. But you were stubborn in waiting for the water to warm up so you were left alone in the showers, shifting uncomfortably in your sticky wet clothes.

And then miraculously you get up for the umpteenth time to check the temperature of the water, and it’s finally deemed appropriate for you when you sigh in relief and start taking your shoes off.

He hides in the door partition, his cock hardening slowly as he thinks of you alone with just him and his mercy. You were going to pay for almost breaking his heart and prancing around with stupid fucking Deku instead.

But asides from his rage, he still liked you, a lot. He wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you, so he decided to try and attempt to make your first time with him as gentle and as special as he could in the dirty cabin showers.

Bakugo waits with bated breath for the right moment, and the second your hands grip the end of your shirt to pull it up, he slowly emerges from the dark.

“You know, I’m glad you came here alone, at night. It’s almost like you wanted this.”

You jump violently at the low voice coming from seemingly nowhere, and you wildly look around for the source until you see him...coming at you slow from the inky abyss of the room, like a predator stalking his prey.

His figure seems to loom even larger than he actually is, the shadows of his tall body bouncing off the walls and grazing over the top of your head. He seems to be in no rush, taking his time with his hands in his pockets, eyes flashing dangerously at you as he stalks forward until he’s backed you up against the deteriorating wall, chest to chest with you.

“W-what the hell, Bakugo,” you stammer nervously. “This is the girls room, you can’t be here-“

And the hand you raise to push him away is caught in his calloused ones, your other wrist is quickly seized as well and slammed above your head. You cry out in pain and try kicking out, but he wedges a bulky knee in between your thigh and shoves his face mere millimeters away from yours, a mean leer adorning his normally-attractive face.

“What, I can’t be here? And here I was thinking that you almost liked me. But oh, I forgot, Deku’s your favorite, right?” The grip on your wrist tigthens and his leg flexes from in between your thighs.

You squirm and sob, about to ask what the hell he was talking about-

Oh.

Oh no.

He sees the understanding pass over your face, and he laughs cruelly at the horror that comes with it.

“You heard me? How?”

“Not just heard. I saw you, too.”

He lets his eyes drop from your neck, to your chest, and then to the juncture between your legs which was being massaged by his knee.

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize he was watching you this entire evening in the springs. How he got away with it, you didn’t want to even know.

“I saw your hair open for the first time, and not in that stupid hairdo you always do for school.”

He trails his hand softly up the sides of your body and up your neck until he reaches his big hand into your scalp. You whimper and gasp as he laces his fingers through your locks, seeming to caress you but then harshly yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look at him head on.

“I saw your ass pressed up against the rocks, and I wished it was up against my cock instead.”

He removes his hand from your hair and snakes it down to your bottom, kneading and slapping it lightly. You writhe even harder now, too scared to make a noise in case he hurts you even worse, just wanting him to get the hell off of you.

“But I didn’t see the front of you. I imagined what you would look like with tears streaming down your face while I was stuffing you full of me”

He plays with the edge of your shirt, a dark look in his eye as he plays with you. You try to budge your hands but to now avail, only serving in annoying him and shoving his knee up further into your crotch. The pressure on your clit is immense, and your legs start shaking as you’re forced to be suspended almost midair on his knee.

“Take this off,” he says softly, the rasp catching in his voice.

“Bakugo, please. You don’t have to do this, I swear I won’t tell anyone-“

“You think I’m worried about if you’ll tell anyone? Hah! I already know you won’t, wanna know why?”

He leans in, inhaling the scent of your hair and grazing his nose along the side of your neck. You force yourself to breath in and out, feeling an impending heart attack.

“‘Cause if you do, I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of everyone, especially on Deku’s broken body.”

And then you can’t stop them, the tears fall from your body shaking in pure fear at his threat.

You knew he wouldn’t actually do something like that, but hearing it snarled in your ear so softly made you believe it all the same, the power he held while you were fucked, literally and metaphorically.

“Now I’m not gonna ask you again. Take this shit off before I burn it, bitch.”

You don’t want to piss him off further, so with trembling hands you lift the edge of your sticky uniform and start to pull it off, but he stops you with a frustrated grunt.

“Slowly. I wanna savor this while no ones here.”

You bite your lip and suppress a scream as you do what he says.

And oh, does he ever savor it. The shirt clings deliciously to your breasts, and he licks his lips as it ruffles up and over your head. Your skin is perspiring from the humid air, a sheen of sweat lightly decorating your collarbones. Bakugo can’t hold himself back any longer, and you yelp when he comes at you suddenly.

He lunges at your face and pins your arms down by your side again as his lips mesh against yours, his kiss filled with clacking teeth and a thrashing tongue against your lips. The knee you’re straddling is bouncing lightly up and down, jostling you on it and causing your cunt to pulsate with heat.

You let out a distressed moan, and he swallows it greedily, using the advantage of your open mouth to delve deeper into your wet cavern. You open bleary eyes and flinch when you find his already wide open, staring back into unforgiving vermillion orbs.

He pulls back slightly, panting. “I bet Deku didn’t get this kind of treatment, huh? It’s all for me right?”

You don’t know if he’s genuinely asking you or just being insane, so you don’t answer him. Fortunately and unfortunately for you, he doesn’t care for your response, rather more focusing on dragging you by your neck towards the hot showers.

You slip and stumble as he shoves you in a stall, gaining your balance only too late when he turns and locks the door.

“Look, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, just forget you saw or heard anything at the springs, it was just girl talk, stupid stuff that didn’t mean anything-“

“-even if it didn’t mean anything to you I’ll make sure you believe what you’ll feel after I fuck you senseless.”

And with that, he tugs off his clothes and licks his lips at the sight of you cowering against the wall, naked and oh so vulnerable.

He slowly shifts towards you, pressing his body flush against your trembling one. You can feel the outline of his erection on your thigh, and you swallow at how big it is.

“I don’t wanna have to close your mouth or restrain you when I’m balls deep in that tight cunt. So don’t do anything stupid and this’ll be a whole lot easier for you.”

He reaches a hand down and lightly strokes your labia, relishing in how you whimper and jerk against him, but don’t dare try to stop his hand.

Smart girl

Another hand finds its way to your tits, tugging and pulling at your hardened nipples. You gasp and arch into his touch, slowly coming undone from his ministrations. He humps against your leg like a teenage kid, grunting while he does so.

His mouth is attacking yours once again, but now you’re too tired from the constant surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins to even move your head. You just let him play with your body, your heart, your soul.

“I think the princess is wet enough for me now,” he leers at you when he pulls his fingers away, scissoring his digits to show the strings of wetness he pulled from your pussy.

You squeal and grab onto his chiseled arms as he suddenly hikes his hands underneath your upper thighs and picks you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his middle for support.

He slams you against the wall, the water cascading down your head is making your hair stick to your face, and in a strange and sudden show of intimacy Bakugo softly moves your locks away from your eyes. Your gazes lock, yours desperate and tear filled while his scarlet hues show no signs of mercy, but rather a strange predatory hunger.

Your arms scrabble behind his head and on his shoulders for balance as he slowly sinks you down on his length. You hiss and throw your head back at the sensation of being filled, and he eats it up.

He watches the way your mouth opens, your eyes widen, as every sinful sound your body can make escapes you.

As if he needed more of an ego boost

You wail as the last inches are sucked into your dripping hole, and he lets out a mean breathy laugh.

“Fuck, you really were ready huh? I should’ve taken you weeks ago, little slut.”

Your brows furrow and you try to turn your face away but he snatches your chin in a hardened grip.

“Uh-uh, none of that shit. You were doing so well, don’t turn away from me now.”

He slowly starts to roll his hips minutely into yours, not exactly thrusting but enough movement to make your cunt flutter and throb.

“What do you want me to say? You got what you wanted!” You whisper to him, more tears falling down freely down your cheeks.

He can’t help himself, he groans and surges forward to lick the salty rivers up, gripping your ass tightly when you flinch.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me how much you want me, how much better I am than that green-haired bastard and I won’t shove it up your ass.”

You can feel his abdomen clench and shake from the effort he’s making not to completely batter your cervix so you give in quickly, afraid of what he’s like when his thin strands of self restraint snap.

“I...I love you Bakugo. I really want y-ooh!”

The last bit of your sentence is choked off as he lifts you up all the way to his tip and slams your hips down his length. You gasp and weave your hands through his hair for support, your legs violently shaking at the pain.

He grunts and starts really giving it to you, setting a fast pace as he bounces you on his cock. Your head is bobbing around, you’re fairly certain there’s drool coming down your lips but you can’t find it in you to care as he fucks you into oblivion.

After a couple of more painful thrusts he pushes you against the wall and removes your hands from his hair, holding them above your head against the wall. You’re trapped with your upper half plastered against the dingy tile while your lower half is wrapped his dick.

Your cunt swallowing him down is the only leverage you have, so your whole body weight presses down on his shaft. He moans loudly at the pressure on his tip, your gooey hot walls clamping around him from every angle and you yourself can’t help it when your eyes roll back at the sensation.

He rocks his hips up, and up you go as well, whining and clawing at the wall behind you, desperately grappling onto your sanity as well. Your tits bounce with each thrust, and his glinting eyes take perverse joy in their obscene movements.

Bakugo starts moving in earnst now, deeming the slow strokes enough prep for you. He batters your womb, reaching places not even your fingers could access, making you go cross eyed.

He sees this and snickers at your pathetic state.

“Fuck yeah you little whore. You’re gonna learn no one else can satisfy this slutty pussy like I can.”

You give him nothing but a choked gasp in response. You head moves like a bobblehead, you can’t even see clearly from the water cascading into your eyes. He’s just a towering blob of ashy blond hair and large muscles.

His hips start stuttering in their rhythm, drawing to a close from his contrasting pounding minutes earlier. Your nails rake over his forearms, holding on for dear life as he pants and groans into your ear like an animal. His dick spasms inside you for a second or two, and then Bakugo suddenly holds you tight against him, wet bodies pressed against each other as he cums.

He lets out a loud moan as you whine into his shoulder at the sensation of his hot seed filling you up. You’re held against his heaving chest for a moment of two, the both of you catching your breath until he slowly backs up and lets you slip to the ground.

It’s suddenly very quiet, the sound of the shower is drowned out by the ringing in your head. You’re shaking, shock overcoming your abused body as you refuse to look at him.

But he won’t have any of that. He steps forward, and you flinch yet again, scrambling backwards to put very necessary space between him and you.

“You got what you wanted. Please leave, I won’t say anything to anyone.” You breath out shakily.

He’s silent for a moment before you hear him chuckle. His low chuckles grow louder and more derisive, he’s booming with sinister laughter and you snap your head up in horror at him.

“You think this is done?”

He crouches to your level suddenly, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head at you, eyeing your naked body that he so recently claimed as his. His gaze travels down to where his cum seeps from between your legs, and you quickly cross your limbs over to prevent him from seeing the lewd sight.

“You’re mine now, Y/N. I already told you, you’re not gonna be talking to Deku, or any other guy apart from me. You think they’ll even want you when they find out how you loved being fucked in the dirty showers? Everyone’s gonna call you a slut, nothing else.”

“No, that’s not true you-“

He crawls to you, and it’s so mesmerizingly terrifying to see a man of his build crawl to you like some deranged humanoid that you shut up, words caught in your throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” He says softly. “You’re my bitch now, and you’ll do whatever the fuck I say, when I say it.”

Bakugo might’ve felt a little bad to see the girl he liked so scared of him all because of his doing, but the way you trembled and crossed your legs like the stupid, helpless little girl that you were erased every hesitancy from his mind.

He grabbed your cheeks and smushed them together, paying no mind to the pleas and whimpers you let out in retaliation.

Licking a long stripe up your neck, you shivered when he growled, “now clean up and be outside in 10 minutes, you’re sleeping in my bunk tonight. The guys are all asleep so we’ll just take an empty room in the cabin.”

He released you and stood back up, grabbing a towel for himself along the way. Drying his hair off, his back was turned to you as he started picking his clothes up too.

You just sat there in a daze, wondering what the hell just happened.

“Oh, and Y/N?” He was dressed, and he was at the door now.

“If you think about doing anything stupid or take longer than 10 minutes, I’ll come back in and get you personally. And I’ll make sure that we stay here for the rest of the night, just in case you like your little time alone that I’m giving you too much.”