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full-cowlings · 3 years

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Lap Dance - Adult! Izuku Midoriya Smut

Being the number one hero and the new Symbol Of Peace was hard on Midoriya. He has been training his whole life for this moment, and he knew it would be tough, not only the process, but when he got to the top and how he’d have to struggle to try to keep the title. But that came naturally to him.

But the job was a very stressful one, often leaving Midoriya Izuku tired, stressed and often tense. He wasn’t able to relax very often, due to constantly worrying something was going to happen. He always used to worry about everything when he was younger, and that habit had carried on to his adulthood as well.

His wife, Y/N L/N had noticed this, and decided she would do something nice for him, thinking he earned it.

She had sent him a text, telling him she asked for him to have a day off, to which his agency agreed. And for him to come home and head to the bedroom as she had a surprise for him.

Izuku was confused, but he complied and didn’t question. As he knew Y/N often had a good reason to the things she did.

As soon as he finished what he was doing, he drove him, secretly excited about what the surprised was going to be. When he got home, he parked the car and walked into the house. When he opened the door, Izuku was immediately greeted with the sound of sensual music playing from the hallway, slightly muffled by the door of their shared bedroom.

This, peeked his interest and he started to get a little more excited about what was going to happen next. He kicked his normal red shoes off of his feet, walking towards the bedroom.

When he got to the door, he slowly opened it (SAYORI!?) and was met with rose petals scattered around a chair in the middle of the room. The lights were off and the only thing that illuminated the room were several candles that were on the dresser and end tables. Izuku’s eyebrow rose as he saw a note taped to the chair. Curiosity got the best of him as he picked up the taped note.

He read it,

Hey love, I have a special surprise planned out for you tonight,

I want you to do something for me.

Just sit on the chair and relax, let me do the rest. Can you do that for me? I’ll be waiting, Xx.

His curiosity peeked even more and he placed the note on the side, sitting down in the chair as he had been asked to. Izuku fiddled with his thumbs nervously, an old habit he has. Suddenly, the door opened and in walked Y/N.

(Hehehe, warning; Play Boy Bunny alert. Because ya author can’t get enough of that damn type of outfit ;) )

She was wearing a black leotard, that was low cut in both the chest area and her lower region, exposing some of her breasts, thighs and ass. She had on a white collar with matching black bow attached to it, along with wide fishnet stockings, exposing her skin to him.

Her hair was let down and loose, falling freely to her shoulders (Ignore that statement if your hair is short lmfaooo). She had white cuffs on her wrists, and matching black bunny ears that sat on her head.

Izuku's mouth went slightly agape as he wasn’t expecting Y/N to be wearing something like that, nor something so revealing as it was.

Y/N smirked at him, slowly walking towards him, swaying her hips teasingly as she strutted.

She circled the chair slowly, her hips still swaying slowly. She caressed Izuku's shoulders, slowly dragging her finger tips across them and down his shoulders. Izuku shivered slightly from her touch, her touch alone still being able to send him into bliss.

Y/N then stood in front of him, casually, and almost lethargically she swayed, in front of him intimately running her hands up and down her body, her movements designed to try to arouse and anticipate him. Her hips gyrated suggestively, as she looked into his eyes. In a slow walk, she approached, licking her lips suggestively.

She then sat in his lap, placing her legs on either side of him as she straddled him. She looked into his eyes suggestively as she wrapped both her arms around his neck.

She then started to grind her hips against his lap, moving in an elegant yet sensual way. Her hips rocking back and forth against his own, Izuku letting out a quiet groan at the contact and held her hips gently, helping her move slightly.

She leaned her face close to his own, as he too leaned in, wanting to kiss her. But before he could, she pulled back teasingly. Continuing to move her hips against crotch, now moving her hips in steady circles. Izuku moaned at the friction, his head dipping back slightly as he let her work her magic.

She then stood up from his lap, Izuku quietly whining at the loss of contact and friction. Y/N smirked, leaning down between his legs and slowly started to drag her hands up his sides, working from his legs, up. Her finger tips touching him, but barely, wanting to tease him and leave him wanting more.

Izuku shivered again, enjoying the feeling of her touch, although he wanted more than just that. She stood back again, moving her hips in a way that formed a figure-eight. She moved her hands up and down her body again, the way Izuku would if he could touch her.

She brought her hand up to her breast, fondling with it. She pulled the leotard down just enough where her breasts fell out of it, exposing her taut nipples to him. Izuku reached out to touch her, but she calmly took his hands and placed them back on his lap.

She kept fondling with herself, looking at him as he bit his lip, desperately wanting to be the one to give her pleasure, and not herself. She ran her hand down from her breasts, down to the v cut of the leotard groin area. She pushed it aside, slowly, allowing him to see her bare pussy. She smirked as she stopped touching herself, sitting down on his lap again, this time, her back pressed flushed against his chest.

She then started to move his ass against his crotch, smirking more as she felt Izuku’s dick rise against her ass. She circled her hips again, slowly, teasingly and sensually, wanting to make him want more as he often did to her.

Izuku groaned loudly into her ear, leaning his head down and biting her neck. Though this time, she didn’t stop him. She kept rocking her ass and hips against his hard-on, growing rougher and harder with passing time.

Izuku’s cock jumped at the sensation, threatening to cum just from her grinding. Y/N took notice of this and once again stood up. Izuku whimpered in loss of pleasure, watching as she stood in front of him, swaying her hips to the soft beat of the music.

Y/N’s hand traveled from Izuku’s collarbone, down his arms to his biceps, then moved to his chest. Running her hands down from his pectorals, then his abs, then down to his v-line. Y/N licked her lips seductively, dragging her finger tips across his waist line and then down to his crotch.

Izuku gasped as Y/N started tracing shapes along his dick, palming him occasionally. Izuku's eyes fell closed, his breathing picking up as she continued to trace the head of his cock with her finger tips, unzipping his pants and doing it through his boxers.

Y/N looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes and she slowly licked the head of his dick through his underwear. Izuku moaned loudly, gripping onto her hair. She smirked slightly, pulling his boxers down along with his pants. She grinned at the sight of the precum dripping from the head of his penis and took his cock into her mouth.

He gasped again, his grip on her hair tightening as he pulled slightly. Y/N moaned, sending vibrations through his dick. She licked the head of his dick, taking as much in her mouth as she could. Using her hands, she fondled with whatever she couldn’t reach.

Izuku moaned louder, the feeling of her tongue around his dick sending him into absolute bliss. Y/N looked up at him, with a ‘innocent’ look as she kept licking, sucking occasionally. She used slow, yet long licks, wanting to tease him.

She took the rest of him into her mouth, deepthroating his cock, making her slightly gag. Izuku pulled her hair, shoving his balls deeper into her throat. Y/N moaned around his dick again, making Izuku groan from the vibrations once more.

Izuku could feel himself getting closer to an orgasm, his cock jumping, signalling he was going to cum soon. Y/N smirked and slowly pulled away, taking him out of her mouth, but leaving a string of saliva connecting her and his dick.

Izuku looked at her, panting. Midoriya had decided he had had enough with her teasing, he got up from the chair, slamming her roughly against a wall and pinning her to it. “You know you don’t tease master like that, baby~.” He purred into her ear seductively. Y/N gulped, knowing the dominant Izuku had come back.

“So either, you’re going to open those pretty little legs for me so I can ruin and fill your holes with my cum, got it?~” He asked, his voice husky. Y/N nodded, “y-yes, daddy.” Izuku smirked. “Good girl~ now, let daddy show you how to tease~.”

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jinkicake · 4 years

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Now or Never

Ushijima and his deadpan reactions are going to be the death of you.

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

For @dontfuckwpigeons !!! I hope you like it!!! Omg I accidentally posted this earlier while I was trying to save it,, sorry for anyone who saw the rough draft of this.... this is humiliating. Umm, yeah this is another reader and Oikawa friendship pairing with a sprinkle of Iwaoi because you know... If I had to choose a best friend from the haikyuu clowns it would be Oikawa. This is kinda like a college au, heheh >:-)

SEMI-SMUTTY // NSFW

WC- 1,476

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“Every fucking time I dress up for him, you know what he says to me?” You snap as you continue to furiously stir your drink. Oikawa simply glances up at you from behind his sunglasses, his hangover still railing him. “Looks good.” You purposely lower your voice to try and match Ushijima’s before puffing your cheeks out in relation.

“Does he still fuck you afterward?” Oikawa asks uninterestedly, drinking from his iced coffee as he palms his temples. Damn you for getting him up so early on a Sunday.

“Yes.” You scoff and Oikawa shrugs in response. “I still want a better response though, I want to know what he likes because I want to see him ‘oh’.”

“See him, ‘oh’?” The brunette tilts his head in confusion and you open your mouth like a gasp.

“Oh,” You explain and point to your face, Oikawa simply blinks.

“Oh? Oh.” He nods in understanding and you down your drink in one go. “Here’s an idea (Y/N), why don’t you just ask him how he feels about your little outfits?” Oikawa’s nose scrunches up in disgust at the thought of Ushijima’s ‘oh’.

“I want to catch him off gaurd Tooru! I want that seductive power!” You slam your fist onto the table and Oikawa lets out a groan, the loud noise catching him by surprise. “I am going to tell you every reaction he had for the last four ‘outfits’ I bought him.” You bend your index and middle finger as you quote the word outfit.

“Where do you have the money for this shit?” Oikawa throws back and you shrug innocently. “I swear if you skip buying meals and shit for this-“

“I would never!” You scoff and Oikawa simply raises a brow at you. “Anyway! There I was in the cutest baby pink bodysuit and I walk into his bedroom and Ushijima glances at me. That’s it, he looks at me and tilts his head like a stupid little puppy and simply blinks. I can’t even be mad at him because he is so cute!”

Throughout your entire rant Oikawa simply stares up at the ceiling, mentally trying to figure out how you got him to leave his beautiful bed to talk about Ushijima. Oikawa has to refrain from making a face. The setter comes to the conclusion that the world hates him, that is why this is happening to him.

“And then I tried a black bustier with lace and thigh highs and he didn’t say anything again! He still had that neutral unbreaking expression on his face, though he did fuck me into next week like he genuinely rearranged my guts-“

Oikawa starts tuning you out again and instead focuses on his drink as he tries to picture the outfits you’re talking about. How is he supposed to know what a bustier is? Would Iwaizumi like it if he wore something like that? Oikawa knows he would very much like it if his boyfriend wore something like that, it would definitely complement his power bottom nights-

“The last outfit I tried was a corset, I mean I also wore a thong one time for him but does that even count? And guess what reaction I got?”

Oikawa gasps in fake interest.

“The same expression he always has on?” He asks and you nod your head.

“Yes! Does he think I’m trying too hard, oh what if Ushijima doesn’t like it and doesn’t have the heart to tell me?” You continue to worry out loud, mostly to yourself, and Oikawa glances out the coffee shop window.

The springtime really is pretty especially with the cherry blossoms. Maybe he should force Matsukawa to go hiking or go explore a waterfall or something. What is Matsukawa even doing this week, studying for his midterms? Lame, Oikawa notes that out of all of his friends, you’re the only one who will go drinking with him on Tuesday until you’re both puking in his bathroom.

A strong, beautiful friendship.

“Is he going to break up with me? What if he-“

“(Y/N).” Oikawa finally has enough, he grabs your hands in his and squeezes them hard. “Ushijima is not going to break up with you. You really shouldn’t be worrying this much and if it really bothers you, you need to tell him!” Oikawa scolds, not before he nearly gags on Ushijima’s name.

“Clearly, he really likes what you are wearing even if he doesn’t say it. Judging by your, you know,” He points at your neck with a grimace on his face, you didn’t even bother to cover anything up. You nervously pick at the collar of the hoodie you have on, bringing it up to your chin. “He probably just has a different love language. You and I need words and our significant others simply don’t have the words. It’s okay!”

“You’re right, Tooru!” You gush and Oikawa flips his hair.

“As I always am,”

“I am going to go buy another outfit! And if he doesn’t say anything then I will force him to!” You stand up from your chair and Oikawa swirls his drink in his hand.

“Not what I really said but the thought is there,” He mutters into his straw and you stare at him like you are waiting for him to follow you.

“Do you want to come with me?” At your question, Oikawa stares at you in confusion. To put it simply, hell no.

No, Oikawa doesn’t want to ruin his Sunday by going shopping for Ushiwaka. He simply refuses, he won’t. However, as he continues to stare at you, he figures he would be able to get dinner out of it.

“Sure, you’re buying me food though.” He subtly drops and stands up from his chair, you grab his wrist and proceed to drag him out of the coffee shop.

“I will gladly feed you, Tooru!”

Okay, you can do it, you can do it. You stare at yourself in the mirror hanging in Ushijima’s bathroom, the neutral color of the outfit compliments your skin gorgeously. The sheer material falls gracefully over your shoulders, falling like a robe, and this you know will get him. You glance away from the mirror because you know if you stare for too long you will psych yourself out.

Instead, you swallow all your nerves and roll your shoulders back confidently.

Now or never.

You push open the bathroom door and walk into the living room, already knowing that Ushijima is sitting comfortably on the couch. He doesn’t glance up when you walk in, obviously, your arrival wasn’t loud enough.

“Wakatoshi~” You coo and walk up to him, you stand at the edge of the couch and Ushijima slow looks up at you. His eyes run all over your body before landing on your face, your breath hitches when you notice his lips parted slightly agape. “Do you like it?” You ask, your excitement getting the best of you.

“Yes,” Ushijima tells you and that is all he says. You place your hands on his shoulders and blink at him.

“That’s all you have to say?” You press and narrow your eyes, Ushijima simply nods.

Much to his surprise, you push him back against the couch. You sit down directly onto his lap and keep your palms flat against his chest to hold him against the piece of furniture. Ushijima could easily get up, easily sit up even with you on top of him but he lets you continue instead.

“You don’t like it.” You state sadly and Ushijima shakes his head.

“No, I do like it. I love everything you wear.” He compliments and runs his large hands up and down your sides, his pants growing tight at the feeling of the material under his palms.

“Why don’t you ever say that then?” Your insecurity gets the best of you and you are unable to look at him anymore. Ushijima notices your pout with a heavy heart.

“I do not want you to feel as if you have to dress up for me,” Ushijima confesses and you snap your eyes back to him, he continues to stare at your outfit. “I want you to dress up because you want to, not for me.”

Deep in your mind, you can hear Oikawa screaming at you from across the city. His ‘I told you so’ rings loudly in your ears. You push those thoughts to the back of your head and instead stare down at Ushijima with a soft smile on your face.

“I’m sorry for getting upset,” You apologize and gently cup his jaw, running your thumb along his bottom lip.

“I should have said more, I apologize.” Ushijima sighs deeply with regret and you lean forward to press your chest to his.

“You can make it up to me,” The flirtatious response cheekily leaves your lips and Ushijima can’t take his eyes off of your smirk.

“Yeah?” He breathes and you ghost your lips over his.

“Yeah."

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years

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Baby cuck (Bleach, warning, it gets VERY smutty and dirty!!!)

Ichigo might of been known to the spirit world as a hero without a match, and he might of been known as the loving husband of Reniji, and the owner of a successful noddles shop,But one thing that almost no one knew about him, was that he was a oversized diaper filling baby. It wasn't the kinda of thing him and his husband exactly liked to advertise, and it was the reason that all of Ichigo's diapers were disposable despite Ichigo wanting clothe. "Sweetie I love you, and I'll spoil this side of you, but picture the reaction from the neighborhood kids when they see your diapies and plastic pants on the clothesline." Was Reniji's reasonable stance on it, which had shut Ichigo up. It was after all bad enough he had to wash his few baby outfits in a tub in the basement when he got too much baby food on them, or worse, had a diaper blow out. It was the diaper pooping that caused the most fights about Ichigo's baby side, as Reniji was down with the Ichigo being a little cutie and crawling around, but wasn't so big on how godawful his husbands dirty diapers were. "But I wanna be a little poo poo pants!" Ichigo would huff and whine, and Reniji would always lose the argument, and just pull out a clothespin for his nose.

Tonight Reniji had surprised Ichigo as he came in from work, slapping the orange haired boy's butt and tell him to go and get a shower, daddy wanted a red faced baby to tease. It was the first time Reniji had insisted on playing but Ichigo wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth and raced up the stairs to the bathroom 3 steeps at a time, a faint 'Yesh dada!' left behind. waiting till he heard the taps being turned on, Reniji pulled out his cellphone and hit call on the second contract on the list. "Hey it's me.. Yeah we're still on for tonight. Poo poo pants is just getting a shower in..how long will it take you to get over here?" Renji said, keeping his voice low just in case, and looked at his watch. "Ok. No that's fine, that give me time to get the baby dressed and fed.Can't wait for this~" Reniji said and after a second of listening to the other end, rubbed his crotch. "Love you too. see ya soon~" Heading upstairs Renji wasn't shocked that Ichigo was already getting out of the shower. he seemed to loathe the shower while he could play in the tub for hours if he was having as bath. Which Reniji supposed shouldn't be that much of a shock, he was just a silly big baby. "Did baby wash ALL over?" Reniji asked his still dripping wet baby of a husband, then came over and took the towel from the big baby and started to dry him off,m taking extra care to get Ichigo worked up as he dried the big strong hero's one inch dicklet. Patting the cocklet dry Reniji started to tease his submissive bitch of a hubby. "Awww, somebodies all excited to be going back in thick crinkly DIAPERS huh? And to think, I was gonna give you a chance to try and put this excuse for a cock in me tonight, but decided big baby ICHIGO would rather wear him's fluffy diapies and get teased~" "D-Daddy!" Ichigo whined, but the much stronger boy was caught up in his erotic humiliation and just did what any tiny dick diaper bitch would, and sucked his thumb. "there we go, all nice and dry~ Ready to spend the night in your diapies making tinkles and boom booms in them while daddy jerks off?" Reniji asked, smirking. it was a rule that Ichigo himself had asked, no cumming for diaper babies unless it was unstoppable and just happened. (which sounded like a long shot to Reniji at first but Ichigo had proven that 3 months without shooting his baby milk and then a big poopie would have him moaning like a whore) stroking the tent in his pants Reniji took out the pack of diapers with pink teddy bears on it, Ichigo wasn't a sissy but it helped deflect question, and smirked. "Last chance little man, you wanna get to cum lots riding daddies dick, or just crinkle around like a big dumb baby?" Reniji of course knew what Ichigo was gonna chose, so just chuckled as the so called badass lisped around his thumb. "Diapies daddy. pweasssssse~" "Ok then diaper boy, lay down for daddy. My husband the diaper loser~" As Reniji patted the bed, he thought for sure Ichigo was gonna spurt.

Ichigo was horny and a little confused as he laid on his back, looking up at Reniji and seeing little hearts around him. this was the first time, like EVER he hadn't had to beg and whine for Reniji to go daddy mode and fuck, he was nailing it on all cylinders. Daddy had him on -6- of the thick diapers, and it felt like he was sitting on a body pillow! "Awww, somebodies SUPER excited to go back to pampers huh? who's daddies little poo poo pants?" Reniji asked, tickling Ichigo's belly and making the stronger boy squirm and giggled. "Hehehehe me me! I'm poo poo pants!" Ichigo coo'ed, then sneezed as Reniji was sprinkling him with baby powder. "That's right! my big dumb BABY husband who's rather make boom boom in huggies then get fucked like a MAN." Reniji teased as he taped up the diapers, one by one. "I think maybe I should take somebody to play in the front yard. it's time the WORLD knows what a ba-" Reniji was teasing and it was just too much for Ichigo. Thankfully as Ichigo lost it and started to creamed most of the diapers were taped up. "Awww did poo poo pants make a sticky in him's diapers already? don't think that means you get to be a big boy~" Reniji teased and finished taping the diapers up as Ichigo squirmed, blushing. "Somebodies must of been sooo eager to show daddy he can do ONE thing as a man huh?" Reniji teased more, and pulled out a very suggestive shaped pacifier, that had 'mute button' written on the mouth guard. "Look what daddy got his little diaper boy? now you can practice for when you're big enough to be a good little cock sucker, and not just a diaper filling loser." Reniji said, and slid the cock shaped paci into Ichigo's mouth as he went to whine and ask daddy to tone down the teasing. "Ah ah ah, diaper fags should be seen little guy, not heard." Reniji said and kissed Ichigo's cheek as the big baby started to suckle on the rubber cock. 'Ngggh..He's ticking off every box for how to be a hot dom..but he could tone it down.' the love drunk big baby thought as he suckled.

Reniji carried Ichigo down the stairs and towards the kitchen, joking that he wasn't big enough yet to be walking and he didn't want the baby to hurt himself coming down the stairs. "Maybe after some din din we'll try and let the big little baby try and master walking." Reniji teased as Ichigo sulked and whined, burying his face into his shoulder. "Awww is somebody getting all embarrassed because he's a grown ass man who wants to be a helpless diaper wetting babbbbby?" Reniji asked, patting the dorks butt as he carried him over to a high chair they usually kept hidden away, but he had set up earlier. he plopped the big baby in the seat and before Ichigo could mouth his arms or react, he tugged the ray down, pinning the big babies arms to his sides and smirked as Ichigo squirmed and pouted behind the paci. taking out a bib that read 'daddies Lil stinker' Reniji tried it around Ichigo's neck then lightly tugged on the cockfier, pulling it out and setting it on the tray. "Now I know I said I was making us steak for supper, but I got to thinking..somebodies just too 'widdle' for big kid food like that.." Reniji said, wagging his eyebrows as he set a plate with two steaks, some mashed potatoes and a select of greens on the table for him.. then picked up a oversized jar of prune flavored baby food. "H-Hey Reniji come on, you know I don't really like that stuff." Ichigo whined, squirming in the high chair and trying to free a arm. "Awww, thats so cute mister poo poo pants thinks he can tell daddy what to do!" Reniji chuckled, and got a biggg spoonful of the mush and started towards Ichigo's mouth. "Come on, open wide for the airplane~" he teased as Ichigo whined and glared. Just like the fussy baby Reniji was treating him like, Ichigo turned his face away from the spoon, sure that Reniji would stop, and got baby food on his cheek instead. "H-Hey watch i-" Ichigo started to whine, only to have the spoon with most of the disgusting baby food on it popped in him mouth and making him make a face. "hehehe awww~ who's a fussy eater? you are! yes you are~" Reniji coo'ed. "Ok that's enough, you've gotten carried away. let me out of this damn highchair and I'll go and change while you set a plate for me." Ichigo growled, glaring at Reniji. Reniji wasn't worried though, unknown to his widdle diaper boy, that cockfier had been coated with a drug to nullify all of Ichigo's powers, the big baby might still think he was the baddest ass on the planet, but he was just a helpless diaper boy. "Awww somebodies talking baby babble!" Reniji teased and picked up the cockfier and dripped it in the jar. "Maybe you'd rather eat your num nums this way?" he asked and popped the coated rubber cock in his husband's mouth, laughing as Ichigo made anther face. "Not better huh? well if you'll be a good little boy and eat up, daddy will use the spoon. the sooner you finish this off the sooner you can have some teething bisket's to get the taste out of your mouth." Reniji offered. The look on Ichigo's face was pure rage, but as Reniji pulled the cockfier out, Ichigo just pouted. "Awww whats wrong buddy? you used to gush on and on about how you wanted me to make you a helpless baby! I'm just doing what you wanted..and trust me, it's only gonna get better! or worse depending on how you look at it." Reniji chuckled and winked. "...Just feed me the damn baby food." Ichigo huffed. "Tch..you kiss your daddy with that mouth? somebody just earned a bar of soap instead of biskets!" Reniji scolded, clearly getting into this and spooning a large spoonful of the mush into Ichigo's mouth as he went to yell, and catching some that dribbled out of his mouth and getting it back in. "SUCH a messy boy!" Ichigo huffed and whined and pouted, but got the message and played along, trying to end the torment as quick as he could and MAYBE avoid having to suck on a bar of soap.

Ichigo's tummy felt bloated and full, and he couldn't help but belch every 20 seconds or so, not to mention he'd started to fart up a storm, which only made Reniji laugh and hold his nose. "Whew! somebody can't wait to be poo poo pants huh?" Ichigo didn't risk a response, he was still trying to earn no soap and just opened his mouth for the next mouthful. "Oh, somebody loves his prune baby food now huh? last spoonful but if your still hungry." Reniji was saying, then popped it in the big babies mouth. Gah! Ichigo had NEVER been found of prunes and if this was made with really ones, he was willing to bet that they had smushed them by having a donkey smash it's nuts on them! Unpleasant flavor to start with and a even worse aftertaste! "heh, are you even listening to daddy?" Reniji asked, snapping his fingers as a long bubbly fart escaped from Ichigo's bottom. "S-Sowwy what were you *URP* saying?" Ichigo asked, unable to hold the gas in at either end. "Daddy was telling you how he stocked up on 24 more jars of this baby food for widdle Ichigo. so you can eat this instead of icky big boy food as much as you want." Reniji chuckled. Ichgio whimpered at that, Picturing himself going into work and having his employee listen to him belch and fart. "N-No thankies dada. Can I has biskets now? Pllllllease?" Ichigo tried. Reniji was about to answer when the doorbell rang. "Oh, excuse me, I'll go and see who that is. don't go anywhere." Reniji said and smirked as Ichigo rolled his eyes. Giving the big baby a kiss on the forehead Reniji strolled out of the kitchen, Leaving Ichigo squirming in his high chair, but glad he was out of view of anyone. Of course he toyed with just power housing his way out of the highchair, but figured if he did something like that it would be a cold day in hell before he got Reniji to be this dominant. he let out anther bubbly fart as he looked at Reniji's plate, licking his lips but the sad truth was even if he was offered some of the wonderfully smelling home cooked food (it was in a battle of aromas with Ichigo's gas) truthfully the big baby was too full to eat too much more, he only really wanted the teething biskets to get the horrible taste out of his mouth. A tummy cramp hit and Ichigo closed his eyes, whimpering a little as a very much wetter fart blasted out of him, making his asshole burn and the smell making him wrinkle his nose. "Yucky!" he whined. "I couldn't agree more Poo poo pants." Came a voice, and Ichigo opened his his eyes, a blush covering his face. that hadn't been daddies voice and now, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and holding up a smartphone was Toshiro! "Smile for face book diaper dork."

Reniji smirked as he watched Ichigo squirm and try and get free, even as Toshiro snapped picture after picture. "Ah! no! DADDY!" Ichigo whimpered, and Reniji could tell the orange haired boy was doing his best to get free. and utterly failing. "Awww is somebody as weak as the baby he wikes to dress up as?" Toshiro asked, and made a mock pouty face. "Go 'please Toshiro, stop taking pictures of me being a diaper fag!' and I'll stop." the former captain said, switching over to video mode. Ichigo stopped his squirming and glared, and Reniji spoke up. "Either do what he says little man or I have anther three jars of baby food with your name on it." The threat made Ichigo whimper, and blast out a super loud fart that had Toshiro laughing till the smell hit him, then he was gagging and holding his nose. "Ugh! Disgusting! you really stick you dick in this stinky baby?" Toshiro asked, still filming as Ichigo whined in humiliation. "well usually just his mouth. you never know when he's gonna piss himself so taking the diaper off is a bad idea." Reniji chuckled. "R-Reniji stop this! fire truck! fire truck!" Ichigo said, using his rarely called upon safe word. "the fuck is he going on about?" Toshiro asked, turning the smartphone off and retreated a few step, putting his sleeve to his face as the big dumb baby blasted out more gas. "Oh that's his safe word. technically I'm suppose to stop and treat him like a adult now." Reniji said, coming over, and then with Ichigo looking at them hopefully, Planted his mouth to Toshiro's and moaned as the smaller boy instantly took control, kissing Reniji deep and hard for several long seconds as Ichigo whimpered and watched in shock. Breaking the kiss off Toshiro looked over at Ichigo and smirked. "Yeah, fuck that noise..he wants to assault my nose and stink like a baby, he can stay a fucking baby. If you haven't figured it out yet dumb ass, I'm stealing your husband, but don't worry, you can stay here and just be a sad diaper shitting loser for the rest of your life..as long as you call me daddy." There were a few ways Toshiro and Reniji had figured Ichigo would react to the news. anger, tears..but him whimpered and jerking his crotch back and forth and yelling out goo goo gaga as he farted and came, well, that was unexpected. "Shit! should of kept the camera on him. Ah well. always next time." As Ichigo came down from his orgasm, the tears started and the new daddies left the little guy to cry it out as they retreated to the living room to make out in few view of Ichigo, but where the air was a little bit fresher. "Enjoy the show cuck.~" Toshiro called over. Ichigo was clearly fighting the urge to say something and Toshiro shared him a few seconds more attention, then chuckled as Ichigo finally spoke up. "Y-Yesh daddy. fank you."

Ichigo managed to keep from crying too much as he watched the love of his life and the little husband stealer mash lips on the couch. it wasn't fair! hadn't he always been a good husband to Reniji? spoiling him with whatever he wanted?!? How could he just go and turn his back on him like this!? "D-Daddies, can I least go to my room?" Ichigo whined, referring to the spare room that was a makeshift nursery for the nights when Reniji REALLY humored him. 'I wonder how many of those nights when he said he was just downstairs ignoring the BABY..he was really with him. oh fuck! did they ever do it in our bed?!' Ichigo wondered. "Fuck no crinkles. you need to see what kinda attention your ex husband deserves, not that a shrimp dick like YOU could ever do anything." Toshiro sneered, flipping Ichigo off with one hand was snaking the other down the back of Reniji's pants and clearly fingering him, at least for the gasps Reniji was making. Of all the ironies, it was only NOW that Ichigo manged to work a hand free..and all he could do was suck his thumb. "Get that fucking thumb out of your mouth, Suck on your cockfier and watch as i show you what a fucking BITCH your 'daddy' is. and before you ask, Yeah, I fucked him on your bed cuck, both beds. and wiped my cock on your pillows." Toshiro laughed. Ichigo felt fresh tears welling up but was also insanely turned on, and hadn't wanted to suck on the paci since he'd be forced to smell the gas coming out of him now. Still he knew his place, even if he was fighting to adjust and popped the paci in. "Ah..ah fuck.. Please Toshiro..I need you cock in me. This baby dick loser can't even suck me right!" Reniji moaned. "Heh, really? I guess your just a total failure as a man Ichigo, but then again, since your about to shit yourself.. " Toshiro laughed and tugged down Reniji's pants and make the slut bend over the couch. "Feel free to cum as much as you want tonight Ichigo. cuz tomorrow I'm putting a kido seal on you that means you'll NEVER be able to cum without MY permission again. and I'm a fickle daddy~" the platinum blond said and winked. Ichigo whimpered around his paci, but nodded lots even as his nose hairs were burned by the smells coming out of him. Toshiro had spread Reniji's cheeks and was spitting on his hole then unbuttoned his pants, dropping them and making Ichigo gasp and almost lose his paci. the little shorty was hung like a fucking horse! "Don't get any ideas..if you can't suck dick good enough for this slut." Toshiro said and slapped Reniji's ass, making the redhead whimper and moan. "then you're not worthy of sucking me off. your only value to me is taking everything you owe, and making you a permanent red faced baby. Now shit your fucking huggies while daddy fucks mommy." Reniji whined and blushed at being referred to as mommy, but offered up no argument, he instead just gave pathetic whimpers for Toshiro to suffer him. "Not until baby goes boom boom." Toshiro smirked. The thought of shitting himself on purpose, not at least just losing the battle as Toshiro took everything from him was just too much, and Ichigo went to shake his head no but then Reniji shouted. "FUCKING SHIT YOUR HUGGIES FOR MOMMY SO HE CAN GET COCK YOU LITTLE FUCKING LOSER!" Ichigo instantly leaned forward as much as he could and grunted loudly, and it was all the invitation the mud storm in his backside needed. Toshiro laughed as the gross sounding farts ripped out of the baby, but shoved his cock in all at once, making Reniji take all 12 inches in one go, not worried about hurting the bitch since he'd trained Reniji well. Thick logs semi fucked Ichigo as they slid out, making his diaper balloon out and forcing him out, and he found himself griping to the tray for dear life as he was having a mini orgasm every single time the logs rubbed his prostate on the way out. as the diaper filled out he was forced against the tray more and more and his locked up dicklet rubbing against the tray even as the foul filth started to coat his balls, making him have a dry orgasm as he was simply out of baby milk at this point. As Ichigo was fucked by his own filth, Reniji's eyes were rolling up in his head as he bit down on the arm of the couch to keep from screaming out more. even with the brutal pace Toshiro was more then capable of dishing out on his own, Reniji wanted more and thrust back to meet his lovers thrusts. "See Ichigo, this is how MEN fuck.. and what your doing..that's how BABIES fuck. is it any wonder I'm taking that away from you? Or maybe I won't. let me talk about it with your mother." Toshiro teased and buried himself in Reniji and stopped. "What do you think darling, should the baby be allowed to cum?" "Ah..ah..Daddy please.." Reniji whimpered out, a mewing noise that Ichigo had NEVER manged to get from him. "More..I..I need more " "heh, you'll get it..but answer the man of the house first 'wife'..Should.The. Baby. Be . Allowed. To. Cum?" Toshiro asked, spanking Reniji's ass as he said it. "W-whatever you want dear husband. Your the boss~" "Damn right." Ichigo was filling what was left for space in his diapers with a thick ooze now, and whimpered, and of course, came again before passing out in his highchair. "..Fucking Lightweight.. Come on bitch, we're moving this party upstairs, the baby fucking stinks." Toshiro said and pulled out, heading for the steps, then turning around. "Well come on, unless you'd rather give up this dick to just put the baby to bed. he'll be fine." "yes dear." Reniji said, and hobbled after Toshiro. "Good girl~"

While Ichigo slept downstairs in his high chair and poopie diaper, the new husband and wife (or at least soon to be) took to the room that had formerly been Ichigo's and Renji's, and now belonged to Toshiro and Reniji. Getting his cock hungry 'wife on all fours, Toshiro snatched a framed wedding photo of the too and sneered. "Awww how fucking cute." he teased, and took the picture out and placed it on the bed, under Reniji's 6 inches of throbbing fuck meat. "W-what are yo-" Reniji started to ask, but was cut off. "Your gonna cum all over it to prove to me your ready to divorce that pathetic diaper loser and marry me..or your not getting anymore dick." Toshiro said, and slid his cock between Reniji's cheeks, smirking as he felt the bitch's hole twitch in need. "Any arguments?" "..No sir." "Good gurl~" Toshiro laughed and slammed into the bigger but totally much more submissive man. truthfully Toshiro had yet to met ANY guy, gay, bi or strait who could resist falling to their knees once his cock was on display and he gave the order. he sometimes wondered if it was a super power or if he just gave off such a powerful aura of dominance that he could make any man he met into nothing more then a cock puppet. But for now he had duties to perform as a newly wed (so to speak) husband and a eager 'wife' who demanded his full attention. Slamming his thick fuck meat in and out of Reniji's hole, it was really only Toshiro's mastery of a healing Kido that had prevented the red head from joining his loser husband in huggies, and he gleefully spanked the slut with one hand as he made sure to take a firm hold of the bitch's cock and aim it on the picture. there would be NO accidents here, and no excuses. "Tell me how much you love me balls deep in you bitch." Toshiro moaned, feeling his peak surprisingly coming MUCH faster then normal, though again with his love of degrading losers, and what he was doing here, was it any shock he might be a little bit of a quick shot for a change? "F-Fuck, Your dick just feels sooo fucking good in my ass pussy~ I almost never want it out of me and could just stay here on the end of you forever if we could work it somehow!" Reniji panted, his dick throbbing in Toshiro's hand, letting the smaller man know his bitch was about to cum too. "on the c-count of three cunt. cum with me~" Toshiro ordered, leaning down and stroking Reniji stilled while aiming his cock, but pinching the red head's nipples and nibbling on the back of his neck. "One..Two..THREE! FUCKING CUM!" Toshiro grunted and then shot load after load into his lover, filling him with thick man milk and making the red head's belly bloat out a little from the amount he was taking even as Reniji screamed and sprayed the bed and photo of him and Ichigo with his own cum shot. "F-FUCK! I FUCKING LOVE YOUUUUU!" the red head howled. "Fucking love sick fag." Toshiro teased, both of them laying on their sides, recovering and panting. But being the kind and loving husband he was, Toshiro kept his cock in his bitch.

Ichigo woke up in darkness in the kitchen and still in his highchair. He smelled awful and for a second he wondered if he had actually dreamed everything that had happened. but well, being in his highchair still, and the clock on the stove saying midnight...That wasn't like Reniji. 'Oh fuck..Oh fuck! I..he..' Ichigo thought, whimpering softly and then starting to cry in the dark. In all honesty he couldn't really blame Reniji for going and getting what he needed from anther man. Ichigo had been egging for more and more baby time lately and it looked like that was EXACTLY what he was going to get. Thinking about how he was going to be dumped more or less, and thinking about just what his new life would be like, Ichigo's dicklet throbbed in his poopie pampers even as his bun's were starting to burn from diaper rash. Daddy.. there was no calling him Toshiro anymore, he was daddy, Had told him to enjoy all the cummies he could while he had the chance, so Ichigo did the only thing he really could do, still trapped in his own filth. he started to fuck his diaper again. As he did so he pictured all the torments and humiliation he was going to suffer, how he would be playing outside, in his diapers, how he would be giving up everything he owned and the thought of it made him moan and rock harder. He really did deserve all of this and worse, he wanted it! Still as he rocked himself he didn't notice that the high chair, while built strong, had been abused a bit too much before and during his little nap. One of the legs was wobbling now and as Ichigo started to fire off a weak pathetic load of baby milk, the leg gave way. His babygasm was ruined as he slammed into the floor, hitting his face though he thankfully didn't break anything. His fall had the side effect of freeing him from the chair chair and he crawled in the dim light provided by the LED clock on the stove over to where the light switch for the kitchen SHOULD be, and felt his way up the wall before finally finding it and switching it on. Looking at the chair, he could see that not only was it basically ruined, it was shit stained as he had clearly leaked in his sleep, and he had even left a trail of filth across the kitchen floor as he made his way to the wall. "...Oh shit. I'm gonna be in SO much trouble." Ichigo whimpered. surveying the damage. "You got that right mister." Came Reniji's voice behind him. His ex was dressed in a night robe and looked pissed and sleepy, clearly he had been fucked hard and enjoying a rest till Ichigo had woken him up. "I..I uh..I sowwy mommy?" Ichigo tried weakly. "Not yet you aren't.."

One quick shower later, and Ichigo was in fresh diapers and a pale blue diaper shirt. His butt had thankfully gotten some treatment from Reniji's shaky use of Kido but it was better then nothing as Ichigo found himself with a bucket and a sponge, and scrubbing his mess off the floor under Reniji's watchful gaze. "Just be grateful it's me and not your father who came down to see this, you'd be cleaning it up with your mouth." Reniji said, though he had no idea if that was true or not. Regardless, the threat motivated Ichigo to go into over drive and scrub faster. As the last of the filth was cleaned up and the High chair set out by the trash bin to be collected, Reniji showed some SLIGHT mercy on the dumb diaper cuck and picked him up, carrying him up the steps and to his nursery. "Get some sleep little guy. you have a longggg day ahead of you. You're gonna be signing over everything to me and Toshiro and ending up with not.a.thing~" Reniji said as he tucked Ichigo into his crib, and tapped a finger on his nose. "Mister big shot cash to burn is gonna have to beg like the little boy he is if he wants anything." Reniji added and smirked as Ichigo squirmed. "But don't worry, No matter what your father tells you, I won't let him kick you out. you might be a dumb diaper filling big bay..but your MY dumb diaper filling big baby." with that said Reniji gave the big baby's forehead a kiss and chuckled as Ichigo gave out a small "Fank ku Mommy..wuv you."

The next morning Toshiro was PISSED to find out what had happened, but was convinced that they needed Ichigo in reasonable shape for going and seeing the lawyer. "Look, if he comes in blubbering and holding his butt, it doesn't matter HOW much cash we throw at the guy, he's not gonna let Ichigo sign his shit over to us." "Damn it..Your right." Toshiro sighed and looked at Ichigo. the new parents were eating bacon and eggs at the table, while Ichigo was slowly spooning some bland oatmeal into his mouth sitting on a towel on the floor. "You have a date with mister paddle when we get home though little man, understand? the better behaved you are while we're out though, the least swats you'll get when we get back." "Y-yesh daddy I understand." Ichigo squeaked, and the 'proud' parents exchanged smirks as the hiss of a diaper being soaked was heard. "Hurry up with your oatmeal little guy, Mommy needs to get you dressed still." Reniji said. He'd fully taken on the role of mother of the house, up to including wearing a frilly pink apron over his t-shirt and jeans as he'd cooked breakfast. Toshiro finished his food and went off to have his 'morning glory' as he put it, leaving the bitch work for his darling wife, not that Reniji minded one bit. After helping Ichigo finish his oatmeal by sitting down and spoon feeding him, Reniji gave him a ba-ba of formula and dish soap and started the dishes, keeping a eye on the little stinker even as he made yucky faces. "sorry sweetie, but daddy wanted to see if we could have you burping bubbles." Reniji chuckled. "...I'll twy." Ichigo whimpered even as the foul mixture coated his touge and upset his tummy. As the babies ba-ba and finishing the dishes, Reniji carried Ichigo back up to his nursery and got him changed out of his sopping wet diapers and into dry ones, though it was only double layered. "we're trying to present a semi normal appearance, so TRY not to soak though these little guy." Reniji explained as he tapped them up. Toshiro came in shortly after, while Reniji was trying to pick out a outfit that wouldn't stand out TOO much, but make sure the little guy knew his place and placed a hand on the front of the babies diapers. "You didn't think I forgot about taking away your cummies did you?" He asked. the big baby poked his fingers together, laying on his changing table. "I was hoping.." "awww, thats cute. and stupid. say 'bye bye' to cumming without daddies permission little one~" Toshiro said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. Toshiro of course had just been being his usual mean self, but even he had to pause and give a legit d'aww when Ichigo spoke up. "Bye bye cummies. I's gonna miss ou but da-da knows best." Ichigo coo'ed, tearing up and then giving a cute little burp and damn it if he didn't make a little bubble. "Shit..I'm starting to see why you put up with his shitty diapers." Toshiro said, though he still finished the kido spell.

20 minutes later and Reniji and Toshiro were dressed to kill, wearing black dress pants, white dress shirts and suit jackets with dress shoes. Ichigo on the other hand, well there was only so much Mommy had been able to do with the limited wardore of a adult toddler. His outfit consisted of light up paw patrol sneakers, a white diaper shirt to help keep his padding from fading, and a pair of blue jean short all with a lion on the front pocket that looked like Kon. He was holding onto Mommy and daddies hands as they walked towards the lawyers office, and found himself wishing that they'd let him bring a stuffie, or a paci to suck on as he got nervous. which wasn't good because when he got nervous his bladder tended to shrink to the size of a pea and they had left the diaper bag behind. whatever Ichigo did in his diapies he was stuck in them till they got back home. Of course they got looks from people around the block as they made their way, it was summer and Ichigo had complained more then once about 'fucking kids getting in his fucking way' after a bad day of work. To say that this had made him less then popular, and gotten his car egged (the only reason they weren't using it right now was it was in the shop getting a new paint job) over and over again was a understatement. "heh..Check it out, the terror of 9th street is a freaking little!" one teen aged boy said, speaking loudly to his friends as his voice carried. "the heck is a little?" "It's a diaper wearing doofus. Hey Reniji! can we play with the baby?" the teen called out. It was Toshiro of course who answered back, looking over his shoulder. "After we get back, and he gets a spanking." Toshiro said, and let go of Ichigo's hand to pat the big babies butt, the crinkle and whomp sound of his diapers making the teens and other kids who were gather laugh. to say the less, This didn't help Ichigo in his efforts to keep his diapers clean.

The only had to wait a short while in the waiting room, Ichigo was the top client of the law office after all. Still, the 15 minutes Ichigo spent on the floor, a coloring book in front of him and lazily filling in the pictures with crayons was more then enough to get snickers and smirks from the staff, and caused him to wet his diaper. Getting into the office, his lawyer wanted to make sure that Ichigo understood everything that was going to happen, though he also brought Reniji and Toshiro story that Ichigo was on the verge of a mental breakdown. (the fact that Ichigo spent the meeting in Reniji's lap and getting his butt patted every time he was handed something to signed helped) His Lawyer told them that he would start the process as soon as they were gone, and that by the end of tomorrow at the latest, Noodle noodle come get your noodle would belong to Reniji, and that Toshiro had replaced Ichigo on the bank account and the deed to the house. "As for you..I hope you get better soon little guy, here, have a treat on me" his now ex lawyer said, patting Ichigo's head and handing him a Lime lollipop, which had been Ichigo's LEAST favorite flavor. Ichigo, who couldn't of tasted the candy anyways with his soap soaked thumb lisped out a thank you and popped it into his mouth, knowing better then to be rude and waving bye bye with his free hand, let Reniji carry him out of the office, getting a small degree of revenge on the snickering staff as they were almost at the door, letting out a long bubbly fart.

Making their way back towards the house, Ichigo tried to nuzzle into Reniji for protection as they came up on their street again, where the kids were waiting for them. "Holy crap, I didn't wanna believe it but.." One girl said, looking amused and taking out her phone. "Ha! Reniji's with anther guy! Ichigo's a freaking cuck!" A 11 year old snorted. "whats a cuck?" a five year old asked, which got the 11 year old elbowed. "..I'll tell you when your older." a 3 year old giggled like crazy as he looked at Ichigo, and in barely understandable toddler speak (translated for your convince) proclaimed. "hehehe he's in diapies! even -I- dun wear diapies anymore! or pull ups!" Toshiro smirked and nodded. "well see, that's because your a BIG kid..and he's just a oversized baby, RIGHT Ichigo?" Toshiro asked, not even looking at him. "..Yesh daddy. me a big baby." the ex terror of 9th street whimpered, his candy treat gone and feeling his tummy acting up. a long fart escaped from him and the girls and boys made faces, though most of the girl's lost interest in the big baby while the boys laughed. "wait, does he CRAP himself!?!" "oh, that's one thing my little excels at, filling his diapers to the brim~" Reniji said, smirking. "Say, you kids wanna play with him for a bit while me and Reniji go inside and take care of some stuff? a big baby like Ichigo needs all the big brothers and sister he can get. and don't worry about hurting his feelings, he's just a fucking baby." Toshiro said, though his use of a swear word made some of the older kids put their hands over the younger ones ears. "uh..Sweetie. I think we should get the little guy inside first an-" Reniji said, he could FEEL how squishy Ichigo's diapers were and knew he was gonna 'go off' any second with a epic diaper mess. "Stop fucking coddling the loser, and set him down. he's gonna have to face this sooner or latter, and might as well get it over with NOW." Toshiro said, in a tone the allowed no argument. turning his attention to Ichigo as he was set on his feet, Toshiro grinned. "Ok little guy, i want you to play nice with your new friends, But you also have to keep your outfit clean for daddy and mommy." This got snickers from the crowd as it was Reniji's turn to blush. "Y-Yesh daddy. I'll twy." Ichigo whimpered, his thumb going into his mouth after and making a face as a very sick sounding fart escaped. "well let me put it this way, if you wanna be able able to sit anytime this week, your little outfit will be spotless. You kids will try and make sure he doesn't get it dirty..right?" Toshiro asked, winking to the kids , many of who were getting evil grins and looking for dirt clogs. "Anyways, have fun, and thanks again kids. Come on MOMMY, we have stuff to do." Toshiro said and turned away, leaving Ichigo at the mercy of the boys around him. Ichigo looked to Reniji, eyes pleading for help but Reniji just gave him a helpless snug, then chased after Toshiro. "Coming dear!' The weren't even inside as the first lump of dirt exploded on the butt of Ichigo's diaper, and the big baby burst into tears as his bowels gave wait, visibly making his diaper puff out rapidly as more dirt was tossed at him, his tears making the bits that hit his face turn to mud. He was nothing but a fucking joke, doomed to be a smell big baby for life, and bullied by all of these kids. and even as he whined in pain and humiliation he had a final thought. 'I love my daddy and mommy.'

The (SMELLY) end

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Hello this is the shitty princess squad anon. AAASHSHDHHSHHDSHSJS THANK YOU SO MUCH AHSHDHAJSDDHSSH I LOVE YOU SJSHSUSHHSSHSSBAHAHSHSHSSH. Yeah Garou as Belle 'cause he is a monsterfucker is a work of galaxy brain. Nobody want to mess with that frying pan, nor its owner. And thank you so much for that Jasmine! Garou. You make him look good in her outfit.

Hehehe you’re VERY welcome and thank YOU for giving me lots of inspiration! In fact...

(2k, SG/GS, swearing otherwise no particular warnings)

”Y’alright?”

Genos looked up at the sky. Silently counted to ten.

He’d messed up - of course he had. Same as always.

”Heeey.”

The call was followed by a foot roughly prodding his side where he laid on his back, on the cracked asphalt. Monster was somewhere off to his left, very dead.

”I’m not carrying you home, get up.”

With a sigh, Genos finally pulled himself into a sitting position, looking down at his torn leg and his missing foot. It wasn’t a large injury in the grand scale of things - he’d certainly been through much worse, plenty of times - but the timing was exceptionally bad. If he’d lost an arm to that stupid sentient road sign he could have replaced it easily, he had several spare sets stuffed in his side of the closet, but a foot… he’d need Kuseno for that, and a visit to the lab would take hours, hours he didn’t have. Not today.

”Oi. People are starting to flock, now that that thing is dead,” Garou grumbled. Crowds of civilians were still… difficult for the former villain.

”Fine.”

Pushing himself to his remaining foot, Genos grabbed Garou by the shoulder for support, slowly limping back towards his and Sensei’s apartment.

”I’ll just have to cancel. That’s all there is to it.”

”Oh boo-hoo. I thought you didn’t even want to go, and now you’re doing the sad cyborg eyes at us?” Badd gave him a pointed look.

It was true - he initially hadn’t been especially pleased to receive the invitation from the HA. A donation drive in the form of a masquerade - as if most heroes weren’t already dressed in questionable outfits on a daily basis! Every S- and A-ranked hero had received an invitation, as well as the B- and C-ranks most beloved by the public. Saitama-sensei was not one of them. Not that it made a difference - each invitation included a ”plus one”, and after considering his options, Genos had naturally insisted that Sensei come with him. He could count it as date night, Genos had argued, one that included free food and entertainment. And as Saitama-sensei agreed to come, Genos found himself growing cautiously optimistic about the whole affair.

Badd, probably simply to be difficult, had invited Garou. The man was still viewed with great distrust by the HA and the public alike, but Genos supposed if he did manage to behave himself, being seen along high-ranked heroes might improve his reputation. And if he didn’t... well, it’d be amusing to watch the chaos go down.

Genos hadn’t been too concerned about the dressing up part. He’d planned on wearing his trusted bunny ears and tail paired with his suit, the one with the suspenders. What he really looked forward to was spending the evening with Saitama-sensei. Maybe they could even dance together…

Except now there’d be no dancing, or walking, or even standing up unaided.

”What’s the big deal? Just have your mans carry you around, I know you’d love that,” Garou snorted. Looking at him, Genos quietly wondered what he had planned to dress up as. Maybe he still had that faux wolf head stashed away somewhere…

”Yeah man, that’d be romantic as shit, right? It’d be just like Cinderella!”

”Cinderella lost her shoe, not her goddamn whole ass foot!” Garou countered, throwing a pillow in Badd’s general direction.

”Yeah, well, this is the cyborg version so there!”

Genos tuned out their bickering, looking down again at his torn leg. It had stopped sparking and it wasn’t painful, but it was damned inconvenient. He didn’t have anything to stick into it to make a temporary peg-leg, did he? Doctor Kuseno would certainly not approve of that kind of repair, but on the other hand, he did often tell Genos to try to get out more and do more fun things... He wasn’t even sure if this would even qualify as fun, but the doctor did also say that he’d try to catch the drive on TV and see if he could spot Genos, and yes, Saitama-sensei too of course, and… well...

He looked up with a start, broken from his train of thought as the door slammed from the end of the room.

”What’s happening? Where is Badd going?”

”To pick up your dress, Cinderella.”

”What?”

”I told him you weren’t listening even if you were nodding!”

”This was not made with cyborgs in mind.”

”Yeah, well, I don’t think any costumes are. Just… don’t make any sudden movements and you’ll be fine.”

Genos wasn’t wrong - the dress clearly was not made for someone of his size, nor his long legs. The skirt ended just below his knees rather than his ankles, and it strained dangerously tight over his chest. He’d put on the most slender arms he had at home and the elbow-length gloves did fit, but only very barely.

”Look at me, and hold still,” Badd continued, hairbrush in hand.

Mildly confused, Genos twisted on the chair so that he looked straight at him, then froze as Badd brushed his hair for him. With deft fingers, he tied a large bow - matching his baby blue dress - into his hair. He seemed so at ease - as if he’d done it a million times before. It wasn’t a skill set Genos would have expected S-rank hero Metal Bat to possess, but-

”Oh. You do your little sister’s hair.”

”Yuh,” Badd muttered through the bobby pins in his mouth. He put a couple into Genos’ hair to keep the bow in place, then stepped back to admire his handiwork.

”A beautiful princess,” Garou muttered from where he laid sprawled across the folded futons. ”Where’s your prince tho’?”

”Shut up,” Badd told him. “Go find a broom.”

”A broom?” Genos asked, carefully prodding the bow. He wasn’t accustomed to having something in his hair. Even though the bow weighed so little, he felt very aware of it.

”Don’t touch it!” Badd warned, then jutted his chin at Garou in a nod as thanks when he returned with the broom.

”Yeah, it’s your cane, Cinderella.”

”Oh.”

”Fits your character and all! We put thought into this!”

Carefully Genos took the broom into hand, standing up. It looked dumb. He looked dumb in an outfit so poorly fitting but… well, it’d have to do, he supposed.

The bag Badd had come back with didn’t look even half-empty yet and he leaned forward, trying to get a peek.

”What’s the rest?”

”Well, we decided we should all match n’ shit. That should rake in the donation money, right? They said we should divide ourselves into teams to fight over who gets the most donations, so we figured hey, team Princess!

Genos stared as Badd extracted two more dresses, one bright yellow and one in alternating pink and purple.

”Hell yeah! Time to be a monsterfucker princess!” Garou cried out happily.

”What’s your name supposed to be again?” Genos asked.

”Ra-pun-zel. Ugh, don’t you have a fancy computer brain to help you remember stuff?”

”No,” Genos huffed, feeling oddly vindicated as Garou thumped Badd on the back of his head and tsk-ed.

”Ow! Okay, so, I’m Rapunzel, Garou is Belle and you’re Cin- Deshiderella.

”Disciple-rella? Fine.”

”See, we’re all doing great.”

Genos was not accustomed to walking down the street in a dress, but despite limping along on one leg in a far too tight outfit, he seemed to be faring better than his companions.

”...the fuck you keep your balance in heels?!” Garou yelled as he once again near lost his balance on a bit of uneven asphalt.

”Just shut up and be grateful they had heels in your size!”

Their bickering continued the way it always did, sharp but well-meaning, until they finally reached their destination.

There was… a lot of people. And paparazzi. Of course.

Genos blinked as the cameras turned to the trio of princesses. Was he imagining things, or were they going off much more rapidly than when the previous group of heroes had passed through?

”Demon Cyborg! Metal Bat!”

”...the Hero Hunter..?”

”Such glamorous costumes!”

“You look precious! Absolutely precious!”

”Demon-sama, what happened to your foot?!”

”He’s Deshiderella now!” Badd yelled as he pulled the other two through the door.

Garou and Badd found Genos a chair that could actually hold his weight, mercifully placed him near one of the snack tables, then wandered off to do who knew what. Bother someone, probably.

Slowly chewing on a small sandwich, Genos contemplated how different the evening was turning out compared to how he’d originally planned it. He was supposed to have shown up looking his most dazzling, impressing Sensei not only with his looks but with the surroundings - the music, the people, the… everything. Who cared about donation drive competitions, that had never been what this was about, not for him anyway.

And now here he sat, in a too-short dress with a broom for a cane and no sensei at all. Where was he? Before they’d left, Badd had called Saitama as he was on his was back home, to tell him something - he wouldn’t tell Genos what. But he had promised him that Saitama would meet up with them at the party. But they’d already been here for 18, 19… almost 20 minutes now...

He was once more startled out of his thoughts as another chair was pulled up near his, together with a pleased ”Cyborg princess!”

”Fubuki.” He crossed his arms over his chest, fabric straining over armoured shoulders.

”You look wonderful. That shade of blue suits you. It is a little short, though.”

”We didn’t have time to shop around,” Genos replied, attempting to subtly pull the skirt down. He lifted his eyes to take in all the... sparkles. ”Your dress is very… shiny.”

”Mhm. Is the food any good?” As she asked, Fubuki had one of the little sandwiches float through the air to herself.

”It’s fine.”

”So, where’s your prince?”

”I… don’t know. I came with Metal Bat and Garou.”

”Ah, yes, last I heard they were bothering Amai Mask.”

Genos smiled faintly to himself.

”Which donation team is in the lead?”

”Ah,” Fubuki grinned at him. ”Well, ’Team Princess’ has made a strong impression it seems, but so has the little joint project Sweet Blizzard, despite not being as… coordinated as you three. It’s about evenly tied, right now, between the top A slash B ranked heroes and the three little nobles.”

”Four!” Badd happily corrected as he stepped up to them. His hair was a mess and he looked sweaty, but pleased. ”How’re doing?”

”Fine. Bored.”

”You won’t be for long,” Badd nodded towards the main entry, a ridiculously large set of double doors covered in (probably plastic) gold. There was still a steady stream of people dressed in all manners of costumes passing through, if gravitating towards sexy versions of Other Things. Genos wasn’t sure what he should be looking for, unless- oh.

As was often the case, it was the shiny bald head you noticed first. What was Saitama-sensei wearing… a crown? How did it stay on..?

The most powerful man in the world looked almost small as he carefully stepped into the grand room, easily lost in the crowd despite his brightly coloured outfit. Somehow, he’d managed to find clothes that broadly corresponded with his hero outfit - most of it was yellow, with white accents and if Genos wasn’t mistaken he’d attached his hero cape as well. The boots were different though, and the gloves, and there was a sash across his chest.

Despite the poofy shoulders and knees and loud colours, despite clearly not feeling at ease in this new outfit, Genos was certain he was looking at the most handsome prince in the world.

Prince Saitama.

He stood up, putting his hand on the armrest for support, ready to call out to Saitama-sensei when Badd pushed him back down into the chair.

”Let him come to you!” he growled, and Genos reluctantly obeyed.

It took him a moment, but then Sensei finally spotted Genos and his whole demeanour broke out into relief. He pushed himself through the crowd until he reached the waiting trio.

”Hi,” he waved.

”My lord,” Genos bowed his head from where he sat, noting how his prince blushed at the title.

”My… ’borg. Wanna dance?”

Genos pointed to his leg. ”I can-ah!”

As he spoke, he felt an invisible push, and suddenly he was standing, as if held up by a great pair of invisible hands. It was familiar, but it also wasn’t. How strange to think that different espers could have their own signature… feels. Fubuki was not Tatsumaki.

Gingerly, he took Prince Saitama’s outstretched hand into his own and walked oddly to the dance portion of the hall - he and Fubuki weren’t quite coordinated, so it was somewhat tricky to walk, but at least he could get around without the broom.

He felt Saitama’s other hand against his waist, enjoying the light squeeze he gave him. He looked even more wonderful, up this close.

”Er, Genos? I have no idea how to do this…” he muttered, beginning to sweat.

”Then, let me lead,” Genos smiled, adjusting their positions and hands accordingly. He leaned forward, whispering into the other man’s ear. ”Follow me, my prince.”

”I can’t believe we lost the donation drive challenge to, to them. To a cyborg on one leg, a ruffian and a villain. Not to even mention, Caped Baldy!” Amai Mask groaned, downing the rest of his drink. His cat ears had gone askew on his head, but he couldn’t be bothered to fix them. It was rare for him to be this chatty, especially with anyone in a class lower than himself, but that number of drinks would do that to you...

”Well,” Fubuki smiled back, taking a sip from her own. ”They did all coordinate their outfits, and they looked very cute… especially when the prince danced with his princess…”

”How did he even manage that, on one leg?!”

Fubuki smiled at him. ”I haven’t the faintest idea.”

#shitty teen squad #saigenos #genosai #deshiderella #ficlet #AHHH THIS WAS TUN TO WRITE #I'm imagining Garou-as-Belle just going wild running around in his dress

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