#pingu thoughts

[vagabondmp3]

holding them gently 🤲

[midnight-mourning]

Okay @ping-ski inspired me;

For reveal day I'll be accepting requests for 250-500 word DCA drabbles!

You can request from now at 8:30 PM EST until 12:30 PM EST on Monday (since it's late in the day lol) anything related to the dca (aus, ships, etc, this also includes Confused Spirit!), only two rules:

no nsfw (suggestive is fine tho!)

if you want something very specific, be very specific with your request, otherwise I will just do my own thing with it lol

I will post them throughout this next week or so as I finish them, and if you see this feel free to share with others!

[knobbysocks]

Live reaction of Roy Kent reading ‘A Wrinkle in Time’ for the first time:

[1-800-i-ship-it]

scooby dooby blu where are you

im in link click and orv hell xD

about to visit arcane hell soon...

where are you 👀

[awesam-sauce]

hi ralph, i decided to attack you today !

with teeth

🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷

AAHHHH NOT THE TEETH 😥😥😥!!!!!!!

also HI PINGU I FEEK LIKE WE HAVENT TALKED IN LIKE. FOREVER!!!!! HOW R U :3

[flourjaemin]

pingu & hyuck :( i cri

[rawliverandgoronspice]

my problem is that even when I want to stop thinking about zelda, I go to work and everybody is talking about zelda all the time because it's the obvious reference to everything ;_;

[fridayiminlcve]

do u ever see a post which is worded so obviously on here in a desperate attempt to make it go viral

[mayday-mayd4y]

IS THAT THE FUCKING Q币 GUY???

An interaction from VR Chat

English added by me :)

[vagabondmp3]

Karlach noooooo

[r0tting-rat]

"Too much?"

A little gift for @/ping-ski, who is driving me absolutely mad with their Sugar Daddy!Eclipse to the point I couldn't help but to write down a short drabble. Some details below for those who aren't familiar with their wonderful au (GO CHECK IT OUT RN PLEASE IT'S WORTH IT)

Pairing: SugarDaddy!Eclipse (by @ping-ski) x Gender Neutral Reader Warning: Suggestive, use of alcohol/reader is tipsy. Also, sorry Pingu, he might be a bit ooc! I wasn't sure how flirty I could make him Words: 1200+ Summary: It's the winder holidays, and you just came home after a long evening spent with your dear beloved. Additional tags: Established relationship, Eclipse is a wonderful father, the kid's name is Atlas.

The weather outside is frigid, wind is howling against the tall windows, but the inside of Eclipse's house is warm and inviting. You've just come home after a very long evening with your beloved, an evening that left you feeling elated and giddy like a highschooler—a time of your life that you have long left behind, even though your cheeks still have the habit of warming up whenever your robotic lover looks your way and your stomach flutters at each time you kiss. You have waved goodbye to Esther, Atlas' nanny, just a few minutes before, and she has assured you that the little boy has been fast asleep for a few hours already. You don't miss how Eclipse smiles when she tells him how the boy asked for his "papa" before falling asleep.

"I'll cook him his favourite breakfast tomorrow," he says, more to himself than to you or Esther, "As an apology for my tardiness."

The house is silent, Atlas is soundly sleeping, and you have drunk a little more than usual at the restaurant. For no real reason! It was just a very good wine: fruity, amazingly aged, heavy on the tongue and warm in the gullet. You can still feel it when you swallow down the bile forming in the back of your throat—which is a lot, considering you have stared at Eclipse for the entire ride home, lost in the thought of kissing him as soon as his face turned your way.

You sigh as you step into your shared house, not worried about waking Atlas with the sound of your shoes on the marbled floor thanks to the good soundproofing of the rooms, and you decide to go sit on the couch to rest your tired feet. You and Eclipse had decided to take a walk around the city centre after leaving the restaurant, simply to enjoy the Christmas decorations that have been put up in every corner of the city, and before you knew it you were about to collapse. Closing your eyes, you let yourself drop on the soft cushions of the couch, but a cold hand catches you by the waist before you can truly be enveloped by the rich fabrics. Unsurprised, you open your eyes just to find an amused Eclipse staring right back down at you, half-lidded eyes and soft silicone lips extremely close to your flushed face—blush still caused by the alcohol, mind you—he chuckles, and the flush deepens just enough to reach your neck and chest. Eclipse's eyes travel down a moment to follow it as it spreads like ink on your soft skin, and you pretend not to notice that he never really goes back to look you in the eyes, stopping instead on your lips.

"How about a dance?" he asks, out of the blue, and you giggle.

"Dancing with no music? How romantic, Eclipse," you say, before realizing he's completely serious.

The animatronic hums, and immediately his grip on your waist strengthens, and that's your only warning before he pulls you back on your feet to sweep you into a mind-twisting dance. You don't understand where he's taking you, you don't understand what's around you, all you know is that one of his hands is holding one of yours, while the other is placed on the small of your back. You dance in the middle of the large living room, feeling wine-red clouds crowding your mind and your sight slightly unfocusing, and you couldn't be happier.

You don't even have to actually do anything; Eclipse has a firm hold on you, and he's always careful not to spin you too fast, in case it could upset your stomach. All you have to do is let yourself go—one hand on one of his upper arms, one of his shoulder—and allow him to manhandle you into beautiful twirls and languid strides. You rest your head on his warm chest, hearing his inner gears and pistons at work, and the world around you is so hazy you might forget it exists. You sigh and think that maybe that's actually all you need in life: a cold evening, a warm embrace, some soothing wine, and Eclipse's love.

The dance stops after just 5 minutes—which feel like hours to you—and you and your partner simply stand one in the other's arms, like two lovers painted by Klimt, sharing the same passion, familiarity, and devotion. Except, differently from Klimt's picture, your beloved is holding you with four arms instead of two.

"How do you feel?" asks Eclipse after a long pause, and the only answer you can manage to utter is a murmur, "I didn't hear you, my dearest."

"Amazingly," you finally say, groggily looking up at him, "I wanna kiss you."

"Sounds like a perfect plan," he grins, "But how do you plan to enact it? Can you even reach my face?"

He laughs, and, a little offended, you do kiss him. You stand on your tippy toes, you crane your neck, and kiss his jaw; the only spot your lips can reach, but it's enough to make him stop and look down at you, surprised that you actually took the lead.

"Wanna try again, love?" he teases, having already recovered from your kiss, leaning down a little, "Or do I need to pick you up?"

His laugh is mocking, and once more you consider showing him what you're actually capable of—should you climb him like a tree? The idea is tempting—until you stop and actually think about his words.

"Yes," you say, parting from him just to look at his beautiful mismatched eyes. "I do, actually."

Eclipse stops laughing, then hums, growing more amused by the second.

"Okay."

In less than a second you're hoisted up between his bulky arms, legs on either side of his hips, face right in front of his, and your arms thrown over his shoulders.

"Much better," you smile sweetly at him, slowly letting your hands wander to the back of his head, then to his bottom rays, which you caress with a lot of care, and lastly to his neck. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, my doll," he sing-songs, not really noticing what you're doing with your fingers until his tie comes undone on his chest and his elegant button-up opens, letting the vents placed on the side of his chest breathe in fresh air. He looks down, seeing your fingers tracing his torso while unbuttoning his shirt, and his black and golden optics widen with interest. It's your turn to grin.

"Too much?" you ask, and Eclipse begins to make a rumbling sound with his voicebox, a sound that reminds you of a purr, deep and warm when it resonates with your chest and stomach.

"Not enough," he whispers, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, toying with your breath with the way you're holding it back, afraid he could sense through it exactly how much you craved him. His voice is low, dangerous, and you feel it vibrate in the depths of your mind when he speaks. "Not nearly enough, not in any way, my doll. Let me kiss you properly this time, will you?"

You all should thank @hexcii cuz I started writing this drabble during one of our simping sessions (we take turns rambling and yapping about the dca) and yea. we both got the i'm-gay-for-robots virus.

[ffrostedfflakies]

Office Affairs

Office! AU In which Coworker! Nanami realises that you are more than just an annoying colleague. Wc: 630

You didn't even want this job. An office, stuck at a desk job, was just NOT for you. However, there was one major benefit when it came to this job.

That being: your co-worker, Nanami.

Your Coworker! Nanami, who keeps to himself most of the time, bar from his select group of friends whom he's known since highschool.

He always leaves at the same time everyday: 7pm, refusing to stay for any overtime whatsoever.

Every day, you would go to Nanami's office just to talk to him and tell him about your daily affairs, your cat Pingu, who always caused trouble, and even your crazy neighbours, who always argued about the m ost insane things.

You would even wait for him every day after work just to walk to the train station together.

Nanami doesn't really seem to acknowledge you most of the time, mainly being engrossed in his work and his thoughts as he usually is. But he doesn't tell you to get the fuck out so you guess that's a bonus.

You, one day finally built up the courage to ask him out on a lunch date.

He promptly declined.

You face falls at the rejection and you slowly start to pull away. Maybe out of sheer embarrassment, you don't know. But you stopped waiting for him after work, you stopped coming to his office to tell him about your day., you even stopped telling him about your crazy cat and neighbours.

No more you.

Nanami doesn't know how how to feel about you pulling away. (He does, he just doesn't want to admit it.)

He missed your rants, your random tidbits about your day, or even about your cat (he would love to meet her)

So, he decided to ask you out on a lunch date. Much like you had done previously.

Whilst you were working, Nanami approached your desk one day smiling softly at your face, that was focused (or what seemed like it) on your computer.

You look up, bewildered at the shadow looming over you to see Nanami smiling back at you.

"Hello y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to lunch in the cafeteria? I hope I'm not disturbing you."

You stare blankly for a second before snapping out of your reverie.

"What-what? You want to go out with me? Why? I thought you weren't interested considering last time I asked." You respond.

"That was..out of character for me. If you can believe it I regretted what I said as soon as I had said it. I apologise. As much as it doesn't excuse it, I was feeling overwhelmed that day and I took it out on you." He pauses "I still really want to know what happened with Pingu this time, if you'll tell me."

"Oh. My. God you'll never believe what that little demon did right before I was going to leave for work-wait." You freeze. "Don't distract me I'm still a little pissed off!"

"Well, would you then allow me to make up for my mistake by going to lunch with me?" Nanami proposes.

You leer at him slightly before nodding your head.

As the two of you walk together to the cafeteria you begin to get a little curious. "What changed Nanami? You genuinely seemed disinterested in literally anything I had to say?" you ask.

"Well," he sighs deeply, "I think I just missed you as a person. Just your overall presence made my day a little better. I just wasn't showing it well enough," He admits sheepishly.

"Oh? So is this your way of winning me over now? With dinner dates?" you answered.

"Of course" he stops and turns to you,

"I have plenty of opportunities to woo you now, don't I?"

A/N: I had an original draft that I absolutely loved and then I LOSTTTTT it so now I have this version that I lowkey don't like :(

Feel free to like comment and reblog!

[weedingstars]

in other news lewis is afraid of pingu

"forced diversity" is such a stupid idea. Like people just exist, you do know that right? Its important to me that you know that.

Adopted Korean Autistic Epileptic? that is just my friend Lewis. like- c'mon man

[nobeerreviews]

What is the national language of Switzerland? I thought it was French but I don’t know.

You surely mean Swiss national languageS right? That be German, French, Italian and Rumantsch.

...ah, and there's also Pingu

[sombrashe]

rich in psilocybin tlou tv show dina

content ִ ࣪𖤐⋆ modern au, college au, shrooms, smut, reader has a vagina, no she/her pronouns, tribbing, fingering, oral, face sitting, not edited, lowercase intended

note ִ ࣪𖤐⋆ my first dina fic i hope you all enjoy it :3

dina had called over an hour ago boasting about a "good haul". she refused to elaborate and insisted on coming over immediately. without hesitation you agreed, whether she was bringing an eighth or just some face masks you were hoping for a relaxing evening. finals have been beating your ass and you needed a release immensely. while waiting you decide to throw in a load of laundry, some random pieces you knew you would need for the week. you had just started dicking around in the kitchen looking for a snack when system of a down alerts you to dina's presence at your apartments door. opening it you're greeted to chilly autumn air, the smell of lavender is overpowered by the change of season dancing on the wind. wrapping you in a hug, she smiles before shoving past you. waving a small sephora bag all willy nilly she suggests you guess the contents.

"Three guesses."

"Weed? Face masks? New perfume?"

"Errrr wrong. Even better. Check it."

she opens the bag and lets you peer inside. theres a small clear baggie tied with a pale lace bow snuggled atop an assortment of snacks and skin care.

"Liar, there are face masks."

"Well you weren't guessing face masks. You were supposed to guess, drum roll please, shrooms."

your face lights up at the thought of hallucinogenics. snatching the baggie out you roll it around in your hands. it was filled with mostly stems but the caps that were shoved in were thick. pressing down softly they crunch under the pressure. a tingle shoots up your spine as you think back to the last time you indulged in dina's shrooms.

"I have a plan, okay? We eat these, do our skincare until they kick in and then go on a walk in the woods behind your apartment."

she plucks the baggie from your hands and pulls on the ribbon. unfolding the baggie she hands you two caps and a few stems. taking a cap herself and fewer stems she pops them all in her mouth. following suit you grimace as soon as the bitter taste explodes on your tongue. chewing you attempt to swallow as fast as possible. smacking your lips you take a sip of water from your chipped cup. dina reaches out a hand with grabby fingers until you hand over the lifeline. she chugs half the cup before handing it back with a gasp and a sigh. setting the cup down you grab dina's hand and drag her in your room so you can start the skincare. It's just barely three now and you know you'll have a half hour if you're lucky before they kick in. climbing into bed you sit cross legged as you wait for her to remove her to join you. you take her foot in your hand and look over her socks. cute yellow and blue stripes at the top with a small illustration of pingu adorning the tops of her feet.

"Cute, you need to get me a pair."

"So we can match."

"Exactly."

she nods in agreement while searching through the bag. pulling out some micellar water she excuses herself to your bathroom to grab some cotton pads. returning she sits across from you and starts gently wiping away the grime of the day from your face and neck. tossing the used pad into the bag she hands over the bottle so you can mimic her actions. when you're both feeling fresh and clean she takes a moment to choose the best masks. she settles on a charcoal one for you and a watermelon one for her. you know what they do but you allow her to ramble in about their benefits as she applies the sheet to your face. smoothing out the edge she scoots forward so you can smooth hers out too. digging through the bag she pulls out a small container and a jade roller. while she smears a lip exfoliator across your lips with precision you're tasked with sitting still and puckering your lips. following her lead you smear some across her lips until she's rubbing them together.

you spend the next fifteen minutes talking about your days, the finals you have coming up, and your plans for graduation. once her phones starts ringing you know it's time to remove the masks. taking both in your hands you dispose of them in the bathroom before joining her back on the bed. she takes the jade roller and you take turns rubbing the leftover mask into your skins. your head starts swimming in the middle of your pampering and you finish hers stoned. letting out a small giggle you watch with a relaxed smile as she packs up. she looks back at you with glazed eyes as lights shimmers a rainbow into her curls. reaching out you takes some strands between your fingers and mumble.

"What?"

"Can we take this lips stuff off? It's getting in my mouth and it's crunchy."

"Here."

she hands you an extra cotton pad and you use some micellar water to remove the bits remaining from your lips. using the same pad she cleans her lips. you notice how her lips never truly close, there's always a gap showing off her top two front teeth. you must have been staring because she has to snap her fingers to get your attention. shaking your head you feel heat rise to your cheeks under her gentle stare. she pushes against your shoulder with a chuckle.

"You feeling it?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

she mimics your slow response in a nasally voice. you scoff and roll your eyes at her. you jump up from the bed and walk over to your window with the intention of getting from fresh air into the quickly heating room. propping the panes open, you take a deep breath. the smell of rotting leaves and cigarette smoke makes you cough into your hand. this wasn't the outcome you wanted but another gust of wind brings fresh air into your lungs filled with the sweet smell of lingering flora. returning to the bed you peek over to see what dina was getting into. she shoos you away and tell you to close your eyes. following her instructions you keep them closed until something crinkly in placed in your palms. opening your eyes at her discretion the smile that graces your features is genuine. all teeth and gums you flip the package over in your palms as you read the label. you had mentioned how you wanted to try a particular dark chocolate that was said to not be bitter once in passing. you're surprised she remembered and with a surge of emotion you rush into her arms. wrapping yourself around her you thank her three times for the thoughtful gift. she laughs and hugs you back with much more force.

leaning back your faces are inches apart and you don't know why but you lean forward. there's a short pause before your lips connect. a silent agreement as you press soft skin to soft skin. you mumble a sorry against her lips and she responds in kind by grabbing the back of you neck and connecting your lips again. your kiss is hazy, both your minds connecting at the same time. deepening the kiss she buries her fingers in your hair right behind your ears. she leans into the kiss more than you which ends up with her crawling into your lap halfway through. breaking the kiss she leans back with red cheeks. panting, she eye fucks you.

"Are we just kissing?"

"Is that all you want?"

"No."

reaching down she pops the button of her shorts open. after undoing her zipper she grabs your hand and guides it under denim. pressing your fingers against her underwear you prod until she makes a soft noise. pressing there again she moves her hips against your touch. pressing deeper her underwear pushes past her folds but keeps you from sinking in. using your middle finger you maneuver past the side of her underwear so you can finally feel her. she's absolutely soaked just from your light touches. pushing a finger past her folds you gather some wetness so you can rub circles around her clit. teasing her you don't push against her bundle of nerves and leave her flustered. tracing down you push that finger into her core and listen as she gasps. adding another finger you watch her eyes flutter at the sensation. leaning forward you taste her lips again with much more intensity. extending your fingers and retracing them you never remove yourself from her heat. she pants into your mouth while humping your hand. the heel of your hand rubs deliciously into her clit giving her constant stimulation with every movement.

"Okay, okay. Stop."

you do and remove yourself from her. your first thought is that she is having second thoughts until she pushes you back onto the bed. shimming out of her pants and underwear she crawls up your body. pausing to press a kiss to your lips she ends by hovering over your face. reaching up you wrap your hands around her hips and guide her down. the last thing you see are blown pupils and an eager look come over her face. pressing her pussy against your mouth you lap between her folds. after a few moments of teasing licks you finally press your tongue into her with a groan. her essence is addicting, salty and soft like rose. moving your tongue you listen to her muffled whines. you can feel her drip and smear herself against your cheeks and chin. her grinding erratic, the earlier stimulation helping her get closer to the edge. removing a hand from her hip you rub tight slow circles into her clit as she suffocates you. you would die happy if this is how you go and it only spurs you on. continuing to eat her out she finishes by cumming on your tongue. pulling herself away she looks down at you with a sinister smile.

"Take off your pants."

"You're kinda making that difficult."

she moves off to the side and watches as you remove your basketball shorts leaving you completely bare.

"No underwear?"

"Do I need them?"

"No."

she scoots to the bottom of the bed before pushing your legs open. letting your knees fall to the side she crawls between them. throwing a leg over your abdomen she situates herself so your cores can feel the others heat. lowing herself she frowns when only your lips connect. reaching down you use both hands to resituate your lips so your soaked cunts can rub. with a smile she starts grinding down. stuttering she takes a moment to get used to the feeling before speeding up. you let out a heated moan as she fucks herself against you. the room is soon filled with slick sounds and loud noises ripped from your chests. reaching down with a folded finger, she notches it against her clit and the added height allows for her to stimulate you simultaneously.

"Fuck, Dina."

"Yes, say my name. I want your neighbors to know who I am."

you reiterate by chanting her name with every slide of her pussy against yours. she grabs at your legs and rightens it so she can bite down on your knee. gasping you arch your back with your own matching hip movements. letting your eyes fall shut you continue to repeat her name with a slutty whine. she pants above you and anchors her teeth into your taunt flesh over and over.

"I'm gonna, Dina. Don't stop. Don't."

"Me too."

you start to cum and a few seconds later her hips stutter as she finishes against you. giving a few half hearted humps she slumps against your knee for support. dragging your nails up her calf you leave a trail of goosebumps.

"Are you still high?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna go again?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

she pounces on you and covers your face and lips in small kisses.

"This time you can be on top. It's a lot harder than it looks."

[cheshirebitch]

Can i request reader who has pingu energy with making and giving alastor his valentines day card please?

I didn’t know what you meant at first until I REALIZED haha. I hope I did you justice and that you enjoy as much as I did writing it! (Here’s a gif for the people who don’t know what this lovely requester meant)

𝔾𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕪 𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖

Alastor x Reader

I really hated Valentine’s Day. Like, I really fucking hate Valentine’s Day. You can only like the holiday so much when you caught your boyfriend cheating on you, shot him, and then got hit by a car while speeding away from the police. Hell of a way to go, I know. Alastor found it hilarious. Especially when my ex tried to stay at the hotel. The lovely deer man ended up eating him before I could get a word in. That was when I realized I really had a thing for the old fashion man.

That pretty much explains why I was now trying to make a card perfect enough to present to him. Everything had to be perfect, but it definitely was not going as planned. I have created at least thirty cards by now, none of which were good enough to give to Alastor. The top three cards so far got ruined when I spilled my paint water on them. I tried recreating the one with the deer puns, since he is always making them with me whenever he has a chance. We were both deer. I joked with Alastor that the reason I was created into a demon deer was because I was hit by a car, like how deer were commonly struck during my time alive.

The next card was completely red with different shades. With how he dresses, and his diet preferences, I figured his favorite color was red, hopefully. Inside it wrote in the fanciest cursive I could write, “You have my whole heart, try not to eat it.” I thought he would get a good chuckle out of that, just in case he doesn’t return the feelings as well.

The last card was one that had a drawing of Alastor I was actually proud of, but of course that was right when I knocked over the cup. Which, of course, stuck me in a completely grumpy mood. I grabbed the red construction paper and slammed it aggressively onto the table. I glared daggers at the cup, now empty of all its paint water, before smacking it off the table.

With the red construction paper in front of me, I glanced around the table for what I should slap onto this three hour long project. Husk walked past before stopping and back peddling.

“What are you doing?” Without hesitating, I mean mugged him.

”This stupid fucking heartfelt card bullshit.” I snatched the red glitter glue from the edge of the table and squirted it messily onto the cover of the card. I grabbed the other shade of red construction paper and started cutting out a heart shape. Husk chuckled, shaking his head.

”To who?” My eyes snapped back up to look at him. I grabbed the three ruined cards and tossed them towards the end of the table Husk stood at. He looked down at them, carefully flipping them without ruining them further than I already had.

“Al-“

”You shut your mouth, Cat.” He raised his eyebrows, dropping the ruined cards back down. The last thing I need is for Alastor to hear and come snooping around. I know him well enough that he could hear when someone says his name and always shortly swings by like the nosy man he is. I mean, he was a radio host. It was his job to be nosy.

“I will leave you to it.” He raised his hands up in surrender, walking back out of the room and towards wherever his original destination was. Yeah, that’s what I thought. Get back to making your own stupid Valentine’s Day gift for Angel Dust. I huffed before slapping my cut out paper heart in the center. My fingers rummaged around the table, ready to grip the black marker whenever I found it. I was too busy glaring at the messy card. My teeth ripped off the cap, spitting the lid somewhere next to me, and then carefully writing his name with as much patience I had left. My patience was barely there, but there was enough for the cursive to come out great.

I was still pissed.

I snatched the card off the table, scribbled my message inside, and then marched to find the deer in question.

”Alastor! Where are you?” I strode into the lobby area, searching for Alastor so this nightmare could be done and over with.

"What's that frown on your face for?” Static and a smile.

“Here.” I spun around and aggressively held out the card, still completely grumpy about everything leading up to this moment. Alastor had an amused face, looking down at the card. Waiting for him to take it, I watched how he tossed his staff into the crook of his arm. His claws delicately took the card from my hands. Glad to be rid of the card and the pressure, I marched off back into the room where my three cards sat, slightly drier than before.

“Stupid fucking water. Stupid fucking cards.” I grumbled while cleaning up the mess I made on the table. Why did I have to worry so much if he liked it? Why did I even decide to even make him a card? He probably just thought it was friendly, or something negative. Valentine’s Day has always been just heartbreak, why did I set myself back up for it this year?

”You left before I could give you my gift, dear.” I jumped out of my skin and turned around to see Alastor looking at the three ruined cards.

”These are also very pleasant. I do wish they didn’t get ruined.” He flipped the cards back over to how they were sitting before. That’s when I saw the bouquet of my favorite flowers, a beautifully decorated card, and a black velvety box. My eyes shot up to his as they looked at me over his monocle. He straightened his back and took two long strides to me.

”I promise I won’t eat your heart if you promise to stop being so enticingly sweet.” The grump look on my face melted away into a sheepish smile. It must have been infectious as he smiled wider and more sincere. He gently places the gifts on a cleared section, then carefully grazes his claws on my face.

“There’s that beautiful smile, Mon Cher.” His hands dragged down from my face to my hands, pulling one up to kiss delicately, then flashing those crimson eyes of his back up to mine.

Okay, maybe Valentine’s Day won’t be so bad this year.

(As always, the character belong to their owner and the story belongs to me. If you have any requests or ideas, send them over :)! I will gladly try to write things for my supporters! Thank you for the love and have a great day <3!)