#I’m so excited wahhhh

[mybrotherstolemyquesadilla]

one of today’s looks + clover the cow

[elizakai]

ANNOUNCEMENT EVERYONE!!

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HEY!! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

I’M VERY EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE AN EVENT THAT MYSELF AND @swiftmitsu WILL BE HOSTING STARTING TODAY!!!

This MONDAY is the birthday of our dear friend @mellybabbles …

We are starting a✨FUNDRAISER✨ to get him his first PHONE!!! This is so very important to us!!

📣💥BUT THAT’S NOT ALL LOVELIES 💥📣

MITSU AND I WILL BE TAKING DOODLE/DRAWING REQUESTS FROM ANY DONATORS WHO PARTICIPATE IN THE EVENT AS A BONUS!!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

It’s going to be an absolute blast, we’re very excited~

>>“HOW DO I PARTICIPATE?” 🏆<<

I’m going to link the kofi with the fundraiser goal down below, all tips will go through the event there and will be visible to everyone!!!🌸

>>“WHAT ABOUT THE DRAWINGS?” ✍️<<

Leave a message on kofi if you have something you want us to draw!!! We are going to tag team all requests!!! <333

(You’re allowed to request a specific person to do your drawing if you so desire, however please understand that if one person is getting to many requesters we may take on some of the load for one another!!)

EVERYONE PARTICIPATING WILL OBVIOUSLY BE SHOUTED OUT AS WELL

If there’s additional questions my dm’s are open!!🌸

(if you don’t want drawings that’s ok too no one’s stopping you <3 )

>>”AND WHAT’S THE GOAL???”💸<<

$250 USD is what we hope to hit for the phone! The fundraiser is already up and ready on the kofi below!!! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა

everyone will be kept updated as well!!

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ANY AND ALL SUPPORT whether through participating directly or simply spreading the news itself is genuinely SO SO SO very appreciated🥹

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT THUS FAR, whether your new or have been around a while, it means the universe, truly.

…and make sure to wish @mellybabbles A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! SHOWER HIM IN LOVE 🎉

💥📣🏁LETS GET IT STARTED 🏁📣💥

[getosugurusbangs]

guys help i’m feeling nostalgic for a much lonelier time

[dead-dove-orchid]

[Part Two of Our New Normal]

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[latinokaeya-moving]

DID YOU GUYS HEAR ABT THE POTENTIAL KAEYA KLEE SKIN LEAKS IM GOING TO CRYYYYY

[moonrpg]

I love doggies so much it’s stupid

[handsmotif]

i love stage play shou i just want to watch his scenes again

[garoujo]

Hi Emmie! I was so excited to see another instalment of seven minutes in heaven and it definitely did not disappoint! I was wondering though... would it be possible to request that Choso join the game???

If not thats totally cool! Can't wait for Nanami to show up! <333

aaaaaa hi my luvr !!! eeeee im sosooo happy u enjoyed the new chapter ꒰ ⸝⸝ ˊ͈ ˘ ˋ͈ ⸝⸝ ꒱ even tho it took me like a milli years to actually do ueueue ,, im happy w how it turned out tho :3 i was gonna do a few additional chapters once i’m finished the og guys + add a few extra jjk characters ueue so i’ll totes keep choso in my mind bbie !!! i’m gonna write a lil thirst for him soon so i can try a lil w his characterisation too <3

[chilschuck]

Chilchuck but we are his pretty wife, and we didn't abandon him this time.

Not only that, but we are also very caring and nice, and it's practically a surprise how we are with someone like Chilchuck.

I can picture him standing with a serious face and all gloomy, and then we are next to him beaming rays of sunshine (bonus if we are also blonde and a hafling)

They are literally the "sunshine x grumpy" trope

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ohhhhhhh my god. so……..i was so happy with this cute request that i kind of ran with it LOL. this is such a good concept and i can picture this so well in my brain. i wrote a domestic lil drabble that i hope is okay, as my thoughts just went insane over this. WAHHHH i hope you enjoy and that this is okay!! thank you so much for your idea, anon!! <3

— SUNSHINE: chilchuck x wife!reader.

꒰ rating: ꒱ sfw and soooo fluffy. reader is also a half-foot!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 675

✦ please i need more domestic bliss with this man. he deserves to feel so loved and happy. i tried to keep this light and sweet and playful bc i think he’d be grumpy but also. give this man the love he needs and he’ll thrive please chilchuck just one chance please pleas—

“Chil?” Your voice was so soft and sweet, it’s honey-like tone melting him to his core. You had decided to surprise him with breakfast this morning, something you loved to do when you had him here with you.

If the smell didn’t rouse him, your presence certainly did. It was an understatement to say that you were his weak spot, a point within him that he tried not to dwell on too much. Especially when the sun hit you in that halo of light at just the right angle, seeping through the windows and making his eyes flutter. Waking up to you was an experience he felt he couldn’t get enough of, drunk off of your velvet words as you brushed the bangs out of his face.

“Mm?” Was his only response, leaning subconsciously into your touch with a gruff sigh. You only laughed, that twinkle in your voice causing his heart to stutter within his chest. Why must he be married to the human form of sunshine? Surely his constant grumpiness would deter you, but much to his amusement, it only made you grin.

“Do you want breakfast, love?” Gods, when you called him that, he could feel his ears burn hot. Finally fully opening his eyes, his gaze found yours, softening instantly. How he managed to find someone like you, he would never understand. Regardless, he sat up, pawing at his eyes to dust the sleep from them. “I’d rather have you.” You heard him grumble, cheeks rosy. Another one of those addicting laughs left you. He didn’t think it was amusing. “Fine, I’ll get up…”

You practically bounced in place, rocking on your feet in excitement. It wasn’t hard to see that you adored your husband, his sleep shirt wrinkled and hair messy from sleep making you bite your lip in glee. Chilchuck gave you a skeptical look, scratching the back of his head before stretching. The action reminded you that he did have a little height on you, your own size as a half-foot causing you to feel small in any context. His shirt rode up to expose the tummy there, causing you to leave your gaze locked at that spot for a moment.

“Are you really this excited for me to get out of bed?” He mused, grumpiness slowly ebbing away at the warmth completely radiating off of you. You felt yourself nod, wrapping your arms around his waist and peering up at him with that expression that always made him weak in the knees. “I’m always excited for my husband to wake up and join the living again.”

“Is that so?” Chilchuck grinned, his voice rumbling in his chest and tingling against your skin. “You want a grump like me awake at this hour?” You couldn’t help but feed into him, continuing to nod your head cheerfully. “Really? Then it would be a shame if…”

Before he finished his sentence, you felt yourself pulled down to the bed as he fell backwards, a yelp leaving you in shock. He held you in his embrace, nuzzling into your neck and yawning. “...I took you down with me. Oh well.” Obnoxiously fake snores followed his teasing reply, causing you to laugh in bewilderment.

“Chilchuck, are you serious? I had finally gotten you up! Everything that I made is gonna get cold!” Although you spoke with mock frustration, the longer you found yourself in his embrace, the more you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Huffing, you relented. “Not my fault that your breakfast is going to be freezing by the time you finally get moving.” Your own grumbling, voice muffled against his shirt, caused him to chuckle. Your head buzzed.

His playfulness this morning made you feel a little giddy, studying his face as the light filtered in. A few gray hairs were illuminated in the sea of auburn, something you found pleasure in. You had to remind yourself that you both weren’t as young as you used to be, but if you were able to continue spending this life with him, well… Maybe it wasn’t so bad.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺

WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..

designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.

and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of what you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.

yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”

😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.

[miffysrambles]

Hi! Just wondering, could you possibly do a Sun Wukong x FemReader where both Wukong and the reader play Stardew Valley together but then the reader goes ahead and marries/ starts dating one of the characters in the game?

(WAHHHH I ADORE STARDEW)

Wukong with an S/O who marries someone else in Stardew Valley

OH he gets so jealous, the monkey king is FUMING

Poor Wukong, he was already making his way to crafting the wedding ring for you after he bought the recipe from the traveling cart lady.

“I got something for ya peaches!” 

His pixel self was on its way to give it to you when he saw you with one of the characters that you can date in Pelican Town. His excited tone was replaced with silence. 

His avatar looked at you, then at them, then back at you, then at them again.

This went on for a few minutes.

“Peaches… What is this?” His voice was heard clearly through your headset, making you stifle a giggle.

“What?” You asked him, not being able to contain your laughter anymore as your voice cracked. 

“(Name), I have a wedding ring RIGHT HERE for you, and yet you betray me…” Although his words sound heartbroken, you know this is all in good fun. 

To poor salt on his wound, you kissed the game character which made him scream.

“YOU’RE ALREADY ENGAGED?! NOOO!”

He hates to admit it but he is genuinely jealous, of a video game character at that.

The fact his avatar is forced to attend the wedding makes it ten times worse.

OOOOO he mumbles throughout the wedding, “It should’ve been me up there with you… Not like we’re dating or anything…”

Oh and when they move onto the farm, all hell breaks loose.

He’s distraught when you kick him out of the main farmhouse and force him to live in one of the cabins on the farm. 

He “tries” to kill them with his galaxy hammer whenever the npc walks through town or through the farmhouse, much to your dismay and somewhat pleasure (you think it’s funny). 

He also hits them with explosive ammo and rocks with his slingshot, saying things like “This is what happens when you go after someone else’s partner pal!” 

He tries to kick them out of your bed by hitting them more, even though they are an npc and they can’t get hurt.

“GET. OUT. HOMEWRECKER.” He growls as he smashes the buttons on his controller. 

Overall throughout your whole playthrough, Wukong is a jealous bitter boyfriend over pixels.

On your next playthrough, he makes you promise to marry him, “Look peaches, all I’m saying is if you want me to not make our farm look like garbage, all ya gotta do is put the ring on!”

He has a shit-eating grin on his face whenever your avatars walk by the npc in your new save.

[rekindlevn]

I can’t wait for the next chapter I’m really excited just thinking about it, I have been checking for updates from time to time but I have some questions. 1.How come the other didn’t wish MC happy birthday? Markus to me personally seem to be the only one that cared or remembered. 2.Also why does MC feel like they messed up so badly? With Markus to a certain extent, I can kind of understand they did sorta like when Markus got jealous if I’m correct from what I can remember but Nico allowed his friends to in someway shape or form kind of disrespect his girlfriend, and just kind of shrugged it off. Jules seem to focus more on his work, even though he may have truly believe that he was doing it for him and his significant other as well as his family, but also pushing the MC away each time he got a promotion. And he also saw MC on their birthday as well. 3.Why hasn’t Nico reached out to MC? I feel like if they had stayed in a relationship he would’ve pulled the card that he did after they broke up and it probably would’ve been worse because it most likely would’ve been over the phone since he went so far away to model. I hope this didn’t come across rude I apologize if it did.😭

Wahhhh!! we are so glad you have enjoyed the game thus far!!

Just a quick note for you - we wont be releasing the game in chapters but more ALL at once! We are little impatient beings and would rather give it all out at once rather than drop crumbs and make you wait :3

As for your questions! Love love them - please do not think you were rude, these are all valid things to ask!!

We will try and answer as best we can but it is important to note that there is a lot that is intertwined with the story of the routes and we don't wanna give away too many spoilers, so hopefully you will understand why we might be a bit cagey ahaha

OKAY SO QUESTION 1!

How come the other didn’t wish MC happy birthday? Markus to me personally seem to be the only one that cared or remembered.

So in the demo, keep in mind time has passed for all three boys, some more than others. For Niko, it's been over 10 years since the last possible conversation with MC so reaching out with a birthday wish now would be something of an anomaly. And we only see him in passing as a poster - no physical contact there.

Jules was stuck in shock. It's been several years since he last spoke with MC, and even seeing them, he didn't even know how to approach it. Remember - he got stuck staring at MC from his car. The litany of emotions and thoughts caught up to him and unfortunately the opportunity passed for him to reach out.

QUESTION 2!

Also why does MC feel like they messed up so badly? With Markus to a certain extent, I can kind of understand they did sorta like when Markus got jealous if I’m correct from what I can remember but Nico allowed his friends to in someway shape or form kind of disrespect his girlfriend, and just kind of shrugged it off. Jules seem to focus more on his work, even though he may have truly believe that he was doing it for him and his significant other as well as his family, but also pushing the MC away each time he got a promotion. And he also saw MC on their birthday as well.

This is the vague answer!! What we can say is that MC has had confidence issues since childhood, and with each passing relationship, this would have only deepened, with them overcorrecting behavior from one relationship to the next only for it to fail anyway.

The reality is that this is how some people do perceive themselves in relationships, regardless of whether that is the truth or not.

And FINALLY QUESTION 3!!

Why hasn’t Niko reached out to MC? I feel like if they had stayed in a relationship he would’ve pulled the card that he did after they broke up and it probably would’ve been worse because it most likely would’ve been over the phone since he went so far away to model.

WOMP! Sorry player you get nothing!

You'll need to wait out for the game to release - or if you are lucky we might drop hints leading up to the release 😛

Really it was so nice to be able to answer these questions!!! Again, sorry that we cant give more info, but hopefully this just gives you enough to think about and hopefully make the anticipation for the release a bit more exciting!

[maxwapan]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁✰ I love you in the worst way!

Title from Using You by Mars Argo

summary: Leon can’t bring himself to love you the way you love him.

cw: Reader has fem body parts, smut no penetration, oral, ANGST no comfort!, set relationship, unrequited love?, reader is very selfless lol, Leon brings himself down a lot, Leon is kind of an asshole SORRY lol, very bad body image, self loathing, puppy analogies!!

note: wahhhh i’m not so good at writing plot related things LOL i’m so used to just writing silly smut! so HOPEFULLYY this isn’t corny omg :3 ALSO!!! VENDETTA LEON!!!

wc: 2,879

The house feels empty, the harsh slap of rain padding against the windows making you dissociate and lose awareness of your surroundings. Blue light shines on your frame, the TV in front of you playing random pictures of a lighthearted sitcom. You’re not even paying attention, none at all. Restless, that’s what you feel. Like something claws at you from inside, but you can’t decipher it. It tugs at your heart and splashes ice at your insides. Lonely. That’s what you feel.

No wonder your eyes keep wandering, flittering towards the clock and back to the display in front of you. Leon is supposed to be back by now. It's been hours. Specifically, four since he said he would return. The abandoned smell of dinner feels like a punch to the gut, taunting you for what could have been. Your stomach grumbles with hunger, but you pay no mind to it. If it were Leon, he would have waited for you. Right? Right. Shaky sighs escape your lips, unease starting to spread like a rapid wildfire. The pit forming in your belly makes you nauseous, body threatening to purge what little it had inside

This shouldn’t be normal, but it is. Wait hours for your beloved to arrive, only to get some flimsy excuse as to why he couldn’t make it. ‘I got called back to work. I got set back. Sorry, too tired.’ And yet you forgave him every time. You wanted to get mad, maybe lash out and demand the attention you oh so craved. But you could never. He’s told you why. He’s tired, job is too demanding. Always coming back with more bruises and aches than before. You should understand, right? He just doesn’t have time for you. There are more important things to worry about than someone who nags you left right and center. He lets you know every time.

Your eyelids start to feel heavy, vision blurring at the corners as exhaustion begins to seep in. The couch feels uncomfortable, cushions rough on your skin. Everything lacks the tranquility you once adored, replaced by a feeling akin to misery and dismay. However, just as you’re about to knock out cold, the distant jingle of keys and rustling behind the front door jars you awake. Blinking, you snap your neck towards the direction of the offending noises, heart rabbiting against your chest in a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Like a pooch eager to greet its master. How endearingly pathetic.

Sitting up, you almost wobble over with how disoriented you feel. The door opens, and there goes all your hopes and dreams. The apple of your eye. There at the entrance stands Leon, your lifeboat. The man that has you groveling at his feet. He looks exhausted, icy blue eyes hooded and sharp, full of an intensity that makes you cower yet thrive. As soon as his eyes land on you, he sighs. It’s a big, long, drawn-out sigh. One that insinuates he didn’t want any part of this– of you. It’s enough to make you wilt and look away in shame, but not enough to fully repel you. “Leon,” your voice comes out as shaky, but eager nonetheless. You missed him, is all. Didn’t he feel the same way too? “I missed you,” you breathe out.

It’s not like he doesn’t like you. But there’s just something about the way you look at him like he’s someone to worship. It makes him feel gross. Guilty, even. Knowing he can’t be the person you want him to be. “Yeah?” he replied gruffly, not finding the confidence within himself to say it back. To love you back. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?” he says instead, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly. He doesn’t want to talk, doesn’t even want to look at you. Closing and locking the door behind him, he busies himself in seeking out some whiskey to nurse from the kitchen. You follow.

“I was worried,” you said, brows furrowed and lips curving into a small frown. Full of concern, full of unconditional love. You’re practically flooded with it. “you missed dinner, and it was getting dark—“ “Jesus, yeah yeah, I get it.” He cut you off harshly, hand raised in a ‘be quiet’ gesture meant to placate you. It does as intended, your mouth snapping shut almost immediately. How pitiful. How callous of him. Your eagerness to please only serves to frustrate Leon further. Why are you like this? It’s like you’re a damn dog he picked up from the pound. So sweet and kind, so skittish around him.

And here he is, acting like an ungrateful asshole. You shifted in place, fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt nervously. With your eyes downcast and your head low, it’s enough to make him feel guilty. Leon grimaced, looking away from you in favor of the booze kept in the fridge. Whiskey feels great down his throat. The burn is enough to take his mind off of things, like stinging syrup that punishes just as much as it pleases. As soon as he gets his hands around the neck, he takes a long swing, tilting his head back as if he couldn’t get enough.

Slamming it back down onto the kitchen counter, he let out a quiet groan, dreading what could follow. “Listen,” he starts reluctantly, “I just need some space, alright? Some fucking time to think.” His tone is cold and it carries an edge, sharp enough to pierce through the entire culmination of your being. “So quit your nagging, and get off my ass already. All you do is bother me.” his little uncalled-for rant proceeds, and he knows very well how cruel he’s being. Considering the way tears bead at your waterline, and the way your bottom lip trembles, he knows he crossed a line. But that can’t be helped, now can it? It’s for the better— to keep you a distance away. It’s for the better, is what he tells himself every day.

But really, there’s no reason for him to treat you like this. Like you’re unwanted and unneeded. Maybe he’s so used to being demeaning and mean that it comes naturally. Maybe he despises you. Maybe he’s in denial. He doesn’t deserve such a sweet thing like you. Doesn’t deserve your kind gestures and words. Not your gentle touch or your caring looks. Even though deep down, through the brambles and wires that shield his heart, a profound longing aches. Every time he hurts you, he only makes it worse for himself. Maybe it’s what he needs.

Your spirits are understandably crushed, as they always were around him. You always came back for more. Always loved like a dog. No matter how beaten down you were, you always came back with your tail between your legs and love in your eyes. It makes him sick. He can hurt you, but you would still follow him around devotedly. And it hurts. It hurts so much that he’d rather break you down until there was nothing left, until you finally saw that he’d never love you the way you loved him.

“Okay,” you murmur, sniffling as fat tears slipped down your cheeks. First one, then two, then three. “I’m sorry,” you apologize. You always apologize. Leon hates seeing you cry. You know that. So you do your best in wiping away those tears, willing yourself not to cry and make Leon hate you even more. Is there something wrong with you? It’s a thought that always seems to crawl back from the grave, making you spiral into self-deprecation. Is there something wrong with your face? Are you too ugly? Too fat? Too naive? Too much you? You’ve always tried to change, always tried to change for him.

Dresses made you feel too exposed. Nail polish chipped when you chewed at your fingers. Makeup made you feel like a pig pretending to be pretty. Nothing works. Nothing ever works. Leon kept his eyes on the bottle of whiskey. The smell and lingering taste taunted him, calling out to him like a siren song. But he can’t bring himself to drink now. He feels sick. Like he just ruined something for good, yet couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it. The guilt and shame is grueling, and he can’t handle it. He’d never be able to. So when panic starts to rise, he does the first thing he can think of.

With a sigh, he slowly turned around, watching silently as tears continued to stain your heartbroken face.

He can’t be with you.

Stepping closer, his hands rested on your shoulders, before gently pulling you in close enough to envelop you in his warmth. With his arms wrapped around you tight, he buried his face into your hair. You smelled nice. Felt nice. But he didn’t want to think about that right now. Not now, not ever. “It’s okay,” he says. Not sorry. Just, it’s okay. You’re to blame. “Don’t cry.” his lips then find your forehead. He plants delicate kisses along your heated skin, to your cheeks, lips, and neck. Just don’t cry.

He shudders, the warmth you have to offer making him feel uneasy. You shiver in delight. He feels awful; you feel hopeful. Soft kisses turn into nips and suckles, the tender touching gradually converting into careless groping. Just have to get it over with. Your mewls make his ears ring and his heart skip a beat, and he tries so hard to ignore it. To ignore you. He tries to picture someone else's face. But he can’t. He squeezes your hips, digs his fingers into your thighs, and kneads your chest. He’s being too rough. But you don’t seem to mind. The attention is enough to make you happy. He’ll take it as a win.

Without thinking, he crashes his lips into yours, grunting when your tongue seeped out tentatively to brush against him. He feels dirty, but he lets you in. Immediately taking control, his hand cups the back of your head, accidentally getting some of your hair tangled in between his fingers— but oh well. The kiss is sloppy. Messy and disgusting. You have no idea how to kiss. He’s your first. Something that has him forcibly swallowing down the newly formed lump in his throat. Your first. He pushes himself to bid any thought goodbye. Get this over with, Leon.

After some stumbling around, you two eventually find the bed. Tangled in the sheets without modesty, with only thin sheens of sweat coating you. Clothes came off one by one, each article discarded and thrown about mindlessly, “Leon,” you moan softly. The sound of your voice drives him crazy. Makes him get lost in thought as he plays with your body. He tweaked your nipples, pinched the inner skin of your thighs, and bit down wherever he could. You gazed up at him as if he were the greatest man on earth. He isn’t. And he wishes he could turn off the lights— but he doesn’t want to risk making you cry again. His pants felt restrictive, each twitch his cock gave made him shift uncomfortably. At least he could still get it up.

His hand finally snakes down to your sex, the pads of his fingers tracing and gliding along the silky folds of your cunt. He doesn’t deserve this. Doesn’t deserve you. He parts the lips of your pussy, watching intently as slick strands of wetness clung to your skin like translucent spiderwebs. Pretty. He hunches, switching position so that he can lay comfortably in between your legs.

Without giving you much time to process, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss onto the hood of your clit, groaning lowly when you rewarded him with a squeak. This is too much. He shouldn’t be enjoying this. But he is. Laying his tongue flat on your cunt, he curled it onto your pudgy bud, lapping and swirling gently like a puppy with a bowl of milk.

You taste sweet. Salty. The musky scent was enough to make his nostrils flare and his chest tighten in desire. Shouldn’t be wanting. Shouldn’t think so selfishly. But he can’t help himself. Feels like he has to. You’re barely coherent, needy mews and desperate cries falling from parted lips. He must be doing something right. So he keeps going. “Leon!” you whine, pretty eyes droopy with desire and love. He can’t bring himself to meet them without feeling some sense of shame.

He doesn’t speak, just focuses on the tangy taste on his tongue. His fingers dig gently into the fat meat of your thighs, guiding them to part some more. Taking advantage, he slips his tongue in further, fluttering it into your sloppy hole. You’re messy, instantly coating his face with sticky slick and hot warmth. Makes him groan and gain newfound hunger. Your back bows off the bed, fingers shaping into claws and digging into the moist sheets below, holding on for dear life as if that would ground you. It feels like you’re quite literally getting the soul sucked out of you, yet you’re happier about the fact that Leon acknowledged you today. That Leon was nice to you. That Leon was actually touching you. It makes your heart throb more enthusiastically than your cunt.

Satiated with eating your hole, Leon drifted upward, his lips latching onto your clit like a babe with a teat. He suckled almost ferociously, the suction enough to make you see god himself. With a loud sob that devolved into a whimper, searing white pleasure flashed behind your eyelids, numbness branding you briefly. All you could feel was the light tremble in your limbs and the silent tears that trickled down your cheeks. The coil that had tightened impossibly so inside of you had snapped, gushing out in the form of wetness between your thighs. It wasn’t until you felt familiar arms wrap around your shoulders that your senses came back to you; as did your vision. With breaths coming out in the form of soft puffs and pants, you could barely register the soft murmuring against your ear.

His skills must be good if he got you this dumb from just his tongue. He hasn’t gone through anything sexual in ages. Just assumed that he had lost his spark or something. Maybe not. Leon was somewhat concerned, yet amused. Either you’re really sensitive— or really easy. “You okay?” he whispered softly, eyes intent on your face. He waits for a moment, “Yeah,” you mumble quietly, “Yeah,” you nod, a cute smile playing on your lips, “I'm okay.” Then your eyes widen slightly, as if you’d forgotten something. “Wait,” you stutter, “What about you? I- I wanna make you feel good too,” you urge, the pleading look in your eyes enough to make him feel queasy.

Forcing a soft smile onto his face, Leon shook his head. “No,” he refuses, “it’s alright. This was all about you, sweetheart.” he croons, the pet name slipping off his tongue unusually. “Don’t worry about me.” He says.

But you are. You are worrying. You always worry about him. Even with the way he looks now, with his face covered in your juices and the smell of your pussy. Really, couldn’t you just focus on yourself for once? He can see you about to plead again, but one authoritative look and you quickly shy away, ducking your head like a scolded puppy. One of the reasons he couldn’t let you go. Had to keep you around. Just had to, even with the way he treats you. You’re just so sweet. Way too kind for him. “Okay… if you say so…” you mumble dejectedly, making him sigh.

“Don’t pout,” he chides, rough hands reaching out to tentatively cup your face, squishing your cheeks together and pursing your lips. He studies your face, taking in everything from the light flutter in your lashes to the way you look at him in pure adoration. Too sweet for him. You get lost in his eyes, transfixed by the guarded vulnerabilities he refuses to set free for anyone. Before you could think too much about it though, he had stolen a kiss. His lips melded into yours, flesh locking together delicately. It was a far cry from his previous display of force and hunger, now replaced by a more shy approach— as if he were nervous.

It’s enough to take your breath away and make your heart skip a beat. Eagerly reciprocating, the sudden craving to feel his warmth against yours eats away at you. Leaning closer, a delighted noise escaped your lips when he followed, bodies now flush against one another. The disconnect was still there, but you refused to acknowledge it, refused to even think about it. You had Leon, and Leon had you. He was all you had, all you needed. He didn’t need you, didn’t want you like you wanted him. The pretty lies and false affections made up for it though, even if it were all a mirage.

You always tried. Always sought out more. Late at night, it’s especially cold. Even if he sleeps by your side, you could never seem to reach him.

“Leon,” you’d say, “I love you.”

…

“I know.”

[ohimsummer]

I’m obsessed with your Papa Suguru thoughts 🥰

i saw this cute little knitted baby hat with bear ears on it and i think he would dress his little triplets up like that <333 in different colors and all of them with adorable matching booties for their teeny feet eeeee 🫶🏾🫶🏾

i brought it up before i think but i am still thinking of his 3 little ones trailing behind him like ducklings :33 anywhere he goes in the house, from room to room, they're waddling behind him and babbling nonsense (and when he stops the first bumps into him which makes the second bump into the first and so on and they fall on their butts)

he wears his hair up most of the time because, for one, it's more convenient, but also suguru knows how strong a baby's grip is and they WILL try and yank his hair out (he definitely doesn't know from experience🫣)he holds all his babies in his big arms and just gives them so many kisses until they are giggling and squealing and he pinches their little cheeks because they are so fat!!!!! i cannot stress enough how cute and chubby and round his little mini sugurus are <<33

feeding time with them is...something🌚 there is always a HUGE mess in the kitchen. you're covered in food, suguru's covered in food, the babies are covered in food, the kitchen is covered in food. none of them want to eat. the babies are crying and reaching for their sibling's food (even though they're all eating the same thing😭). one of them keeps spitting it out. there's maybe a 10% chance that one of them will eat their full meal with no problems. none of those little tricks ("here comes the airplane") works on more than one of them (aka one of them only eats with "here comes the airplane", one of them only eats with "here comes the choo choo train", etc)

also he WILL!! BE SHEDDING TEARS AT THEIR FIRST WORDS!! you guys have been saying 'mama' and 'dada' to them for a minute now...and then right as you guys get distracted the middle one is babbling out 'mama' and you two can't even fully express your excitement yet before the other two are sayin 'papa' and EEEEEE SO MANY KISSES!!! SO MANY HUGS, ONE BIG GROUP HUG AS UR BABIES ARE GIGGLING AND LAUGHING AND WAVING THEIR LITTLE ARMS WAHHHH🥹

(nanako and mimiko have also been trying to get the babies to call then mimi and nana so for so long <<33 that milestone doesn't happen for another month or so ehehe)

[charliemwrites]

Commandments for Nobody??? Omdays you are invincible, a talented writer, I read part 5 first then went from 1 all the way to 8 and ,woah, wow wow wow, I've honestly been entranced by your writing and the way you write Nikto is so delicate yet poignant?? Like how do you do it? I'm mesmerised truly. I found you through that and I can't wait to read your works that you have up

Wahhhh hi!!! Thank you so much! Commandments has long been one of my favorites to write (and daydream about) and I’m so so excited that you like it too! Nikto is just sooooooo… ahh!!!

I hope you enjoy my other stuff just as much. The next chapter of commandments is up next and I’m already cooking it up in my little brain.

[mochiwrites]

I have a theory for night life that I NEED to talk about.

So my theory is that grian is the lost watcher that was mentioned a couple chapters ago.

My reasoning is that the information about the missing watcher felt very out of place during the story. Almost as if it was put there to make us question it.

Another thing is that night life and midnights by antherixx have so so so many similarities (including the two of you creating the same event to occur) so I don't think that it's impossible for grian being a watcher be the same in both of your stories.

The theory obviously doesn't make complete sense with pearl and taurtus and their childhood and all that, but you never know.

Anyways that's it just needed to get that off my chest lol

Have a great day/night mochi 🫶🫶🫶

WAHHHH SORRY IM JUST GETTING TO THIS 😭

but 👀👀 hm hm an interesting theory. as always I won’t confirm or deny :D

however! I will say that despite songbird and midnight having a few similarities, I wouldn’t necessarily use that as a comparison point for plot/theories (I’ve worked Very hard to keep the two mostly different — but considering atherixx is the one who helped me plan a lot of songbird WHEEZE there will be some crossover <3 and fun fact! neither of us knew that our events were the same SBDBFBTG we’d just been calling our individual events “emotional bombs” and well XD)

but hehe :3 I’m very excited to unravel more things in the story

ty!!! I hope you have a wonderful day/night as well nonnie <3333