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written-in-knife · 1 month ago

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Hi could I request headcanons for leona, malleus, ruggie,jamil and trey with a fem reader that's actually from their world (not yuu) and some years prior she was given a sort of blessing from someone that gives her like rapid regeneration so if she's hurt bad she heals almost same day BUT the catch being she's never told the boys this fact so maybe like one day they go somewhere or are in town and perhaps an animal or little kid is nearly hit by a car but she rushed out and grabbed them but ends up being run over instead. She's unconscious and injured for a moment but then slowly gets back up mostly fine and dandy

(This is so extra and specific sorry but thanks if you do write this🫶)

Blessed

Trey, Ruggie, Leona, Jamil, Malleus

Written with the idea of fem!reader, can be read as any gender, literal hurt/comfort, swearing, still pretty fluffy though

tw: graphic descriptions of injuries, getting hit by cars, and hit and runs

average 500 words per character

pt.1 :: pt.2

Don't be sorry, I love extra and specific! And, as we're already aware, I also love getting carried away with prompts lmaoo Side note, do y'all get notified when I post under your ask or should I start tagging the people who make requests?

Trey Clover

The two of you had gone to town to try out something, anything from that famous patisserie. You'd been trying to get something from there the last few months, always just missing it by two or three people in line. The last time the two of you had tried, Trey was actually the one they told that they were sold out. You agreed that you just had to go a little earlier, then there was no way you'd miss out. So, hand in hand, you and Trey left the campus at four in the morning, still not fully awake but determined to succeed this time. It wasn't a short walk to get to town, let alone the patisserie, but with it being so early in the morning you at least didn't have to worry about other people hindering your progress.

You were a few blocks out from finally getting to taste that greatness again, the sun barely kissing the horizon, when a cat darted out from an alley just ahead of you. Trey chuckled as it startled you, still too tired to expect the unexpected. You stopped to watch the cat for a second as it trotted into the road. If you hadn't been watching the cat, you wouldn't have seen the truck, headlights off and speeding down the street. You only thought about it for half a second before you let go of Trey's hand and sprinted towards the cat, not stopping when he shouted your name in panic. You scooped up the cat, protecting it with your body as the car impacted your back, and Trey watched as you disappeared underneath for a moment. The truck sped off, as if they had only hit a bump in the road, as Trey ran to you. He carefully flipped you over, the cat wiggling free of your arms and running off unharmed. His hands were shaking as he started a healing spell, trying to ignore how much blood there already was on the road, he had to try, you couldn't just... He had to try. He was surprised by how fast the healing spell was working, his own terror leading him to believe that he was just doing a really good job before your eyes shot open again. He stopped his spell, but your wounds kept closing, bones kept setting. You sat up with a groan, spitting out a few pebbles as you went.

"Is the cat okay...?" You asked groggily.

Trey just stared for a moment before he broke into laughter, tears of relief streaming down his face as he lunged forward to hold you in his arms. "Yeah... it's okay, sweetheart."

Ruggie Bucchi

The two of you went into town fairly often for dates. Specifically, you went to get free food. You were running out of places to run the scam, but how it would work is the two of you would go into separate restaurants, and sit there for awhile pretending that you were getting stood up. A good 80% of the time, the waitstaff would feel bad and comp your meals or give you a free dessert, you would ask for to go containers, then meet up on the beach for a picnic. Sometimes the picnic would only be two little cakes, but occasionally, you had full meals to share with each other.

Ruggie was waiting in the usual spot meet up spot, away from the restaurants. He'd managed to score one of your favorite pasta dishes from his half of the endeavor, and as you approached the opposite side of the street, he could see a smaller to go box in your hands. Dessert still meant it worked. He grinned at you as you waved for him, checking for cars. You swore you looked both ways, could've sworn there was no one coming. It happened so fast. One second you were jogging towards him, the next he was watching as you bounced along down the road, tires still squealing. You'd barely skidded to a stop when he made a break for you, dropping the box in his hands as he rushed to get to you. The second he dropped to his knees next to your broken body, the car backed up, then sped around the two of you to leave.

"HEY!" Ruggie shouted after it to no avail, whoever it was had no intention of sticking around, and he couldn't afford to go chasing after it. "Motherfucker...!"

He turned his focus back to you, hands hovering over the obviously broken bones and serious road rash and cuts that were oozing blood with every heartbeat, not wanting to hurt you. He had caught himself in a loop of thinking about picking you up off the road and not wanting to move you just in case, wanting to start a healing spell and thinking he should wait for professionals. He'd just dug his phone out when he heard a popping sound, then a groan, looking down to see your twisted limbs pulling themselves back together. He stared in awe, and a little horror, as your wounds began to close. Little rocks spitting themselves out of your road rash as you sat up, rubbing your back and looking like you were just uncomfortable and mildly inconvenienced. Then your head shot around, back to where you were initially hit, whining when you saw your to go box, partially ran over and spilled open on the pavement.

"Dammit," you grumbled as you yanked on your arm to guide your shoulder back into its socket, "they gave me that good cheesecake too!"

Ruggie just stared for a moment in disbelief before shouting, "YOU WERE JUST HIT BY A CAR AND THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE CONCERNED ABOUT?!"

"Yeah! It was the good caramel one from over by the docks!"

He sighed heavily, reaching forward to pull you into his arms. "We gotta talk about your priorities..."

Leona Kingscholar

It wasn't often that you were able to drag Leona off school grounds, you were lucky he couldn't say no to your professional pathetic puppy dog eyes. You were going to see a showing in the theater of a movie you'd adored as a kid, insisting to him that it was different to see it in the theater when he offered to just pick up a copy of it for you. He'd grumbled about it at first, but he actually stayed awake through the whole thing, even seeming to enjoy it by the end. You teased him about it a little as the two of you walked out of the theater, reveling in the way he smirked and pushed your face away from him to hide it.

Leona had his arm wrapped around your shoulders while you chatted about the movie, heading for the crosswalk when you heard a commotion behind you. Two kids, no older than eight, were coming out of the theater with their mom. The older of the two must've tripped, scraping his knee, and was crying on the sidewalk, the younger-- little, no older than five-- was laughing at his brother as he jumped up and down. Their mom's attention was focused on the injured boy as you heard the other yell that he would race them to the car. It was cute. You and Leona stopped at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. You turned just in time to see the little boy darting out into the road, just far enough from you to avoid your initial grab. It didn't take much to extract yourself from Leona's hold and spring forward, Leona snapping your name as you ran after the boy and into oncoming traffic. And it was oncoming. You managed to snatch the boy by the collar just in front of a car that had already slammed on the brakes but was far too close, spinning to toss him back the way he came. The boy slammed into Leona's legs just as the car hit you, sending you flying into the intersection. He'd heard your bones snap when you were hit, he knew you weren't okay, face down in the middle of the intersection. But first...

He grabbed the boy by the collar you'd pulled to save him, pulling him to his feet and crouching down to his level, glaring daggers into his crying face. "Get back to your mother." He growled low in his chest. "Now!"

The boy wailed as he sprinted back towards the theater, but Leona didn't give him a second glance as he ran to you. The owner of the car was already there, on the phone with the emergency services, and was unceremoniously shoved out of the way when Leona approached. He knelt next to you, running a hand lightly over your hair as he took note of everything that was broken. Too much. Anything was too much in his eyes when it came to you. He didn't like that he could see your leg bone, he didn't like that he could smell the overwhelming iron of your blood on the sun baked pavement, he didn't like how little you were moving.

"You'll be alright." He muttered, leaning down to your ear, unsure if he was reassuring himself or you.

"Yeah, give it a second." You agreed, making him snap back upright as he wasn't expecting a response, let alone one that sounded so nonchalant.

While he was reeling from his own whiplash, he could hear the creaking and popping as your bones slid back into place, and he grimaced as he watched your exposed leg bone slide back under your skin. Then your skin began to pull closed, intense injuries disappearing in mere moments until all that was left were pink scars and the damage to your clothes. You sat back up, shaking your arms out and grabbing your jaw, popping it back into place like it happened every day. Once you looked like nothing had happened, Leona reached over and swatted you upside the head.

"The fuck was that?!" He snapped as you rubbed at the spot he hit.

"What, was I supposed to let the kid get hit by the car?" You shot back with a smirk.

He growled, but said nothing, rolling his eyes as he sat back on his hands. You could see the relief in his posture, even if he didn't express it with words. Good luck trying to get him to come to town again.

Jamil Viper

Jamil needed a day off, even if he wouldn't admit it. You bribed some Scarabia members to watch after Kalim for one evening, making sure he didn't die while you stole Jamil away for a date night in town. He griped about it at first, of course, worried Kalim would do something stupid while he was gone. But it was just a few hours with his favorite person, he could put Kalim on a back burner for once. The two of you had been talking about trying a new restaurant in town that served dishes from the Scalding Sands, and you were excited to see if they could match up to Jamil.

You were laughing as you left the restaurant, Jamil holding your hand and giving you his honest critic as you headed back towards the campus. "It was fine," immediately followed by everything they did wrong in a brutally honest fashion, ending with "but it was fine." You knew he was embellishing for your sake, he liked to find ways to make you laugh. You squeezed his hand, telling him that next time you'd stick to tried and tested places. He liked the idea of next time, especially with the usual daily chaos so far away. Not wanting to head back just yet, he pulled you along a different route, explaining that he'd heard about an ice cream parlor nearby that might make up for the dinner. You knew the real reason, but just followed along with a smile.

You were crossing the street when someone blew a red light, the car barrelling towards the two of you. You didn't think, you just shoved Jamil out of the way before the impact. He didn't see it happen, having tumbled to the ground when you shoved him. When he looked back, the car was nowhere to be seen, and you were a little further up the road laying motionless. He was quick to pull himself back up, nearly tripping over his feet as he made his way over to you. You must've gone under the wheels, both legs crushed in a way that nearly made him sick. He dug his shaking fingers into the fabric of your shirt, resisting the urge to pull you up and into his lap. He knew plenty of healing spells, he had to with his lifestyle. Why couldn't he remember any of them? He bit his tongue to bleeding as he just sat there, silent tears dripping off his face. He felt like he couldn't move, not that he wanted to. Then you did. It was slow at first, if he didn't have his hands on your torso, he wouldn't have noticed the way your ribs slotted back into place. Still frozen, he watched as your legs squirmed unnaturally, listening to you groan in discomfort as the crushed areas reformed. You still had some blood on your face as you pushed yourself back up, giving him a worried look as he let go of your shirt in a daze.

"Jamil, are you okay?" You asked quickly, twisting around to face him fully, cupping his cheeks as gently as you could. "Are you hurt?"

He didn't move. For a lot longer than you maybe should have, the two of you sat in the road as you checked him over for injuries. Finding none but the light scrapes on his arms, you focused back on his face.

"Never do that again." He finally muttered, grabbing your arms and holding on like you were about to disappear. "Don't ever do that again."

Malleus Draconia

Malleus had always been able to sense some sort of blessing on you. It wasn't uncommon for members of Diasomnia to be blessed by the fae before arriving at NRC, so he never thought to ask about it. Looking back, maybe he should have.

He wasn't with you when it happened. It never would've happened in the first place if he'd been there. Lilia got a call from one of your friends saying that you'd been hit by a car in town, and that Malleus needed to get there as fast as he could. He was gone the second Lilia finished telling him where you were. He only got to see your broken body laying in the road for the briefest moment before your eyes shot open and you sat up, your friend screaming in terror. It didn't take him long to connect the dots as he approached you, watching as you maneuvered your broken arm back into the correct position for the bones to reattach, large wounds from sliding along the road already starting to stitch themselves closed before his eyes. A blessing of protection, then... He sighed heavily in relief before crouching down next to you.

"Are you alright, beloved?" He asked with a small smile as you cracked your neck with a satisfied groan.

"I've been better." You huffed, taking his offered hand and letting him help you up. "You don't seem surprised."

"It is no surprise to me that someone would want to bless you. You may want to explain it to your friend, however."

The two of you looked over to your friend, who was still standing there, mouth agape and staring at you in horror. You laughed and squeezed Malleus's hand before going over to them to explain the situation. It was comforting to know someone had blessed you in such a way that you could not be hurt for long, but he knew the sight of you broken in the middle of the road would haunt him for years to come. One more blessing couldn't hurt, right?

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tojisteddy · 1 month ago

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Your first Mother’s Day with Soap and chicky.

Well, it wasn’t supposed to go like this.

Chicky (your baby) only goes to day care twice a week. They’re designated days for you to not only actually get things done around the house and take a breather from being a mom. You could just be, you. And it was fine and dandy, up until your baby got sick on Wednesday. Fully developed symptoms by Thursday.

Your baby was supposed to be get the flu shot next month at their 6 month check up— chicky was 5 months. Internally you were freaking out, but one of you had to keep a steady head. This would all blow over soon enough— at least, that’s what yours and Johnny’s moms said.

Chicky was crying up a storm, his fever high, nose stuffed. You were rocking them in your arms, getting a bottle ready, trying to keep the babe hydrated. Soap was circling the front door like a dog, debating to stay or go.

“Baby, just go, we’re fine!” You sigh.

He huffed, sliding off his boots for the third time and darting straight to you, frowning, “Dinnae want to leave ya like this Dove. Babes given ya hell.”

You scuff, “But when haven’t they? Had George Best in my stomach for nine months, can handle a bit of cryin.”

His blue eyes soften, god he loves you, but Johnny worries about you even more since you’ve given birth. That you push yourself too much, trying to be the best mother on the planet and make everyone proud instead of focusing on yourself. And he knows if he hovers it’ll just make you feel worse, so he has to let you do what you feel is best. The brute gently caresses your nape, kissing your cheek and then chicky’s head of dark curls.

“Call if anythin ‘appens. I’ll be over before ye can say—“

“—Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. Just go Johnny!” You chuckle, waving him off. He gives you a nod, blows a kiss that you catch and put right on your baby’s head and finally he’s out the door.

You tried to be mom of the year, Johnny already saw you as that even on the days you felt your worst, but maybe you were trying to prove it to your parents— to everyone that you could do it right.

The universe has a funny way of proving you wrong though. Chicky’s fever went up one degree, and you had to debate going to the hospital. You ended up calling a midwife, who told you your baby was just fine. And that you were doing everything correctly, house wasn’t too cool or too hot, not overheating or making them cold, unclogging their nose when they needed it. Chicky was just sick and there was nothing you could do but wait it out.

You didn’t even realize Mothers Day had rolled around, Chicky was still sick, improving little by little but still crying, waking up in the middle of the night because they were uncomfortable. You and Soap would take turns soothing the baby. You ended up moving you and chicky to the guest room downstairs because you didn’t want to disturb Soap’s sleep Saturday at the crack of dawn. Maybe it was an excuse to not have Johnny read through you, maybe you were scared he’d look at you with disappointment.

The day to celebrate mothers, all their accomplishments and what they did, came and went. Soaps plans for you to have a day for you to be pampered and a wonderful dinner with Chicky was put on the back burner. Four am hit and you were sitting in the living room, waiting for the next round loud of laundry to finish, itching for your babe that slept soundly for the past two hours in the rocker to wail. Tired eyes staring blankly at your child.

Were you not trying hard enough? Or or maybe you shouldn’t have put Chicky in daycare so soon. Maybe if you waited till he was year, none of this would have happened. Your aunts warned you about this, mumbles of ‘givin your baby up too soon’ fell from their lips. It made you want to curl up into a ball and hide— no, sob.

And one fell out, your trembling hands clasped together and putting them against your lips.

“Oh Darlin,” Soap had come right on time to check on you. He took you in his warm embrace, quiet sobs escaping your lips. You clutched onto him like a life line.

“I just feel hopeless, why can’t I do anything right?” You cried, tears staining his t-shirt.

“No, ye been doin everythin right bonnie. It’ll pass. Things like this ‘appen, my ma’s said so.”

“But I don’t want things like this to happen to Chicky!” You whisper yelled. You wipes your nose, “I’ve been bein selfish with my time, when I should’ve been a better mom to ‘em-“

“—Look at me [+].” His voice is stern, just like he’s at work, pulling you out of your thoughts. Your big brown eyes look into his blue ones, your lip trembles. “Yer a fantastic mother, an amazing wife, even more incredible human being. Been stayin up with the wee babe this whole time, workin yerself into the ground. ‘Nd ‘m sure Chicky’s more than thankful to have you as their mamma. No one could do it better than ya baby.”

“So cannae ‘ave ya talkin down on ma pretty girl like this. It’s hurts ma heart.” He fains pain, clutching at his heart.

You want to giggle, but a pout forms, “But-“

“-But nothin. Chicky’s fast asleep, think it’s time we do the same for ya. Okay dove?”

You sniffle, complying with his words. Your husband lifts you like you weigh nothing. As soon as you get to your beds your out like a light. Exhausted from all the stress. You don’t even notice the kiss Johnny leaves on your cheek before bundling you in the comforters.

When you wake up, the sun is out and the birds are tweeting and music is playing down downstairs. It’s Monday, Johnny should be at work and— you gasp, quickly climbing out of bed and bee line downstairs. The living room is spotless, and two loads of clothes you didn’t finish are sat at the bottom of the staircase. You follow the amazing scent that enters your nose, right in the kitchen. Where the table is all set up with perfectly cut fruit, french toast, waffles— all your favorites like a buffet.

And there’s Johnny, stood in a purple dress shirt, rolled up sleeves and buttoned enough to see his chest hair, and black slacks, hair perfectly slicked back and pinned to one side. Chicky sat on the island in a white onesie reading, ‘I ❤️ Mommy’ and jeans, curls defined with moisturizer, yellow binkie in their mouth, sat next to a drawing that had their handprints on it. Your heart melts, you’re the one clutching your heart this time.

“Looks like yer magic worked, Babes better ‘nd slept through the night thanks to ya Dovie,” and he lifts chicky, waltzing over to you with a smirk on his lips, “Course we’re celebratin, ‘nd celebratin’ you. Ye deserve it sweetheart.”

You huff, “It’s not Mother’s Day anymore!” And scoops you up in his arms, spinning you around squeezing just enough that you giggle. “ ‘Nd let your gifts go to waste? Think not! Tha’d be rude. Chicky ‘nd I’ve been plannin this out for weeks!” You puts you down, kissing your plump lips, once, twice.

“I look like shit though!”

“You look well rested,” Johnny corrects, his large hand finding the small of your back, and guiding you to the table. “This is just the beginnin too. Soooo much tuh do for ya today. All for the amazin human who gets to be in ‘er humble servants graces.” He teases, sitting you down.

He puts Chicky in the high chair and then back to you, bending on one knee and taking a hand in yours. Kissing your fingers.

“Love ye more than ya’d ever know. Thank you for exisitin Dove.”

“Thank you Johnny.”

a/n: I wanted to do it right and not rushed so I posted today. Kinda shit at writing Soaps accent. Lmk what you think. This was supposed to be short but fuck it, we ball.

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pukefactory · 2 months ago

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May I have some headcannons about Dandy with a twisted reader?

-ˋˏ ༻ BLACK RINGS ༺ ˎˊ

✿ Summary: A Compilation of Headcanons Featuring Dandy X Twisted Reader

✿ Character(s): Dandicus Dancifer (Dandy’s World)

✿ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

✿ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

✿ Image Credits: @llocket

❀ Dandy knew something was off about you from the beginning.Your laugh came just a second too late. Your hands hovered too long over the merchandise. Your eyes sparkled not with glee but gleam—like a scalpel freshly cleaned. But oh, you smiled at his jokes. You even clapped. Who could resist that? Not him. He beams right back. “You’re a little weird, you know that?” he’d say with a wink. “Weird’s great! That means we match!”

❀ When you show up covered in Ichor and a suspicious gash on your cheek, Dandy doesn’t ask questions. He pretends not to see the way your shadow twists the wrong way. “Rough day, huh? Lemme get you a bandage—and maybe something to… suppress the twitching.” His hands shake when he brushes his hands against yours. You twitch again. His petals curl at the tips. He tells himself it’s cute. Not concerning. Definitely not dangerous. Not at all. Nope.

❀ You’ve gotten into the habit of slipping items from his shop without paying. The first time, he let it go with a nervous chuckle. The fifth time, his smile was a little too tight. “These tapes belong to me,” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear. But then you looked at him—head tilted, mouth black from something—and he just laughed and said, “Haha! Just kidding! Take whatever you like, my twisted little flower!” He says he’s enabling you. Deep down, he knows he’s afraid of you.

❀ You brought him a gift once. It was something small. Still breathing. A chunk of a Toon he didn’t want to name. You dropped it on his counter with a bloodied flourish and said, “For you. Since I’m always ‘forgetting’ my tapes.” He stared. You stared back. Dandy’s smile was cracked glass, glinting sharp. “Thank you,” he whispered, voice trembling like violin string. “You always remember the sweetest things.”

❀ Dandy starts to change the items in his shop depending on your mood. If you seem “off” (you always are), he stocks calming items. Stuffed plushies. Scented tape packs. A wind-up ballerina that dances when you hum. You noticed. “Trying to fix me?” you sneered once. “N-No! Of course not! I just thought you might like… variety!” You smiled. Then didn’t blink for fifteen seconds. He didn’t sleep that night. Or the next three.

❀ He’s seen you go all the way before. Ichor dripping like tar, bones warping. Voice like a broken radio stuck on a love song. Dandy didn’t run. He stood there—trembling, twitching, rooted to the spot like the flower he was. You tilted your head and grinned with too many teeth. He smiled right back. “Still beautiful,” he said, trying not to choke on his own panic. “Just… maybe don’t do that near the customers?”

❀ You love to tug him up to your height and say terrifyingly romantic things. “Wouldn’t it be funny if we both turned into Twisteds? Then we could dance in the dark together, forever.” Dandy’s pupils dilate. He’s never sure if you’re joking. You never clarify. “Forever sounds… long,” he’ll mumble, eyes darting side to side. “But romantic,” you coo. “And quiet.” He doesn’t argue. He just laughs too loud and avoids mirrors for days.

❀ You like to rearrange his shop when he’s not looking. Sometimes into spirals. Sometimes into… shapes that shouldn’t be named. The other Toons say it creeps them out. Dandy pretends it’s art. “Very modern! Very… abstract!” he insists, carefully stepping over what might be an occult pattern made from plushies. He doesn’t stop you. Not anymore. He just leaves chalk and extra shelves out now. “Gotta support my partner’s hobbies!” he says through gritted teeth.

❀ Despite everything, Dandy genuinely likes you. He can’t explain it. Maybe it’s the way you always say hi. Maybe it’s how you never ignore him. Maybe it’s because when he’s with you, he doesn’t have to pretend as much. You talk about shadows like they’re friends. He listens. You call him “sunshine” with a grin that drips. He blushes. It’s mint green. He’s probably doomed. He’s okay with that.

❀ Sometimes, when the center is quiet and all the doors are locked, you and Dandy sit together on the counter. You swing your legs. He twitches. He plays classical music on a broken phonograph and you hum along, off-key and eerie. He leans against you and says, “I know what happened to you.” You kiss his cheek and whisper, “So do I.” And neither of you move. Not for a very long time.

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 7 months ago

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LIKE A LOVE SONG- JOSH WASHINGTON

pairing: best friend!josh x fem!reader

word count- noo idea yet... writing this rn

summary: you and josh have been best friends for years, and the crush youve had on him hasnt subsided. things are all fine and dandy, until one night, the cat is pulled out of the bag...

warnings: implied SMUT, hella dirty talk, voygerism, dry humping, josh being a huge tease, pet names, some mocking, reader and josh are intoxicated, biting, etc etc

notes: hey so i need this man sexually! thats it thats all, im gonna open my account up to write for more fandoms and hop around:) just testing out the waters with this one

"josh we are sooo gonna get caught.." you slurred, hiccuping with a giggle as he tugged your arm, pulling you down the empty hallway, leaving your scattered friendgroup behind in the abyss.

a glint was in his eye as he looked back at you, full of mischief and hunger, and you couldn't help but bat your eyelashes at him. he was so dreamy it was making you swoon.

you had always thought he was beautiful- like a dream come alive. ever since he had accidently bumped into you during freshman year of college, you had be under his trance.

"shit, shit i'm so sorry, i shouldve watched where i was going. are you okay?" he had asked as he quickly bent down to help you gather your spilled papers. it was straight out of a chick flick, and you had finally felt like the main character instead of the extra.

he made you feel so special, always making flirty comments (though he did that with everyone), and giving you looks that had your head spinning.

tonight was no different.

the booze in your system made you extra giddy, and you felt his grip tighten as the two of you neared an empty bedroom down the hall.

not a doubt had passed through your mind when josh asked if you wanted to escape from the group for a while- clearly a bit intoxicated, but still stable enough to make a coherent decision. not in a million years would you pass up a chance to be alone with him.

"isn't that what makes it so much more fun?" he cooed, tugging you into the empty room, slamming the door behind you with a whoosh. without a second to gather your breath he had pinned you back against the door, hand darting out to turn the lock.

"do you actually-" you hiccuped nervously. "-wanna do something with me? do you wanna have sex?" you giggled, your bluntness making him laugh.

"yes, i wanna have sex with you. i have for years. is that okay?"

your eyes widened. did this man just say for years?

"oh."

he bit his lip, eyes roaming down your body, stopping to admire every trance from under your fitted clothes. "you gonna let me fuck you? or are you too scared chris is gonna wanna join in?"

"oh shut up."

he smirked, breath hot and heavy on your skin as he placed a soft kiss on your collarbone, nipping it with his teeth enough to make you hiss in shock.

"he does, cause you're so sexy. like a porn star. you have such a tight bod. wonder if your pussy is just as tight."

his dirty talk had your face heating, brain turning to mush as you moaned, leaning into his touch.

"you know how much i've wrapped my hands around my cock wishinng it was you? too many times." you squealed as he bit down on your neck, hard, hard enough to make a mark for anyone with a set of eyes to see, but you didnt care.

"j-josh fuck i-"

"whats up baby? need some cock to make you think straight? you've been giving me those pretty googly eyes all night, thinking i haven't noticed. so naive." he cooed as you ran your fingers through his hair, back arching into his touch as his large hands traveled down to your thighs before swooping you up so you clung wrapped around his torso.

"you're so fuckin hot. makes me so hard just thinking of you."

you rutted against him, sighing at the friction it caused, sending shocks down your spine stright to your core. his lips found yours, teeth and tounge clashing, nothing nice about the kiss. it was rough and hard and full of need.

"fuckin pathetic, humping me like some bitch in heat." he growled, his mocking turning you on even more. you reached down, struggling to tug at his belt, needing it off.

the less layers between you two- the better.

you gasped as your wooden support was removed, as he took you over and tossed you down on the bed with ease- as if you were a doll. you barely had a second to look at him before he was on top of you, smirk coy as he rutted his denim clothed cock on your cunt, already soaked through your shorts and tights.

he was toying with you.

"im gonna fuck you so hard you're not gonna be able to walk for days." he murmred, lifting your hips up as he tugged at your bottoms, nearly ripping them in half.

"then how are you gonna explain to the group why you're limping around like some fawn hm? cause joshey fucked you so good and so deep and your tight little cunt couldnt take it."

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luvwestwood · 1 year ago

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❝ SAVE A COW, MILK THE ...!? ❞ - Choso Kamo

— (18+) .. SEEMS LIKE THE LOCAL MILKMAN HAS A DIFFERENT TYPE OF MILK IN STORE FOR YOU.

ᯓ★ warnings. (18+), milkman! choso, msub to mdom, overstimulation, titty jobs, p in v, resolved sexual tension, oral (m rec), squirting, slow burn, praising, slight? creampie, suggestive language and actions

ᯓ★ notes. I made choso soo whiny in this I fear.. please beware, there is a LOT of irony in this LMAOO.. plus I need him real bad I think u can tell, anyways hope u all enjoy, this was my 1.4k gift <3

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Eggs, sugar, heavy cream, flour, vanilla extract and.. and..?

You analyse the countertop carefully, eyes flickering over each ingredient you had pulled out of the grocery bags less than a minute ago.

"Let's try this again.." Sticking a finger out, you point at the produce one by one, performing a routine of a silly head-count. "Okay- eggs, sugar, heavy cream, flour, vanilla extract and…" Your index finger lands on an empty space that was yet to be filled, and finally, it registers into that brain of yours.

"Oh, how could I possibly forget the milk?!" You cry out in pure distraught, scanning the other countertops in hopes of accidentally misplacing it somewhere instead. Pretty useless though, as no sudden miracle was to be found anywhere.

Groaning, you bury your face into the palm of your hands— mentally cursing at yourself for forgetting one of the vital ingredients for the cream pie, how could you?

Hissing as you pace around the kitchen, you open the fridge with brutal force, head close enough to imploding as you rummage inside for a drop of milk to be found.

"There's no way I'm making a second trip. Not with these gas prices." You whisper to yourself, drawing your head back from being stuck deep inside the fridge, using the curve of your ass shut the doors.

Nibbling on your fingernails, you take one more glance at the ingredients on the counter; contemplating whether you should head back, give up fully and try another day, or….

ding dong!

Hand on hip, your head darts to one side, towards the sound of the doorbell. Who could it be?

Dragging your feet to the front door, you reach over by your side to the console table; digging your hands into the glass bowl for your keys.

Another knock sounds from the door, a deep voice speaking from behind it. “..Delivery!”

As you fiddled with the lock, you glanced over to the clock on the wall; reading exactly half past four in the afternoon. You weren't expecting anyone, really. You usually kept to yourself on Fridays, just to relax from a week’s worth of busy work.

Taking a swift look into the peephole, you could only see the glass covered with white— it seems that whoever is outside is clearly blocking the view.

The door opens widely, revealing a familiar figure you tend to see a few times each week— the milkman. You take note of the few beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, unable to be hidden by his cap. Did he.. run here?

Dark brown hair, tickling the top of his shoulders; cap embellished with "Milkman" just before the brim. Covered in white, bar his black pants. You recall that he goes by the name Choso, a piece of valuable information you managed to pull out of him during an interaction only a few weeks ago.

You must admit, your milkman was quite decent looking for someone with a position like his, and the cute bow tie encircled around his neck depicted him to look sweet and dandy. Wait, there's no way I'm swooning over my local milkman right now.

"Oh, Choso- How could I forget?!" You chirp, seems as if he came at the most ideal time you could possibly think of. "What a coincidence, just in time for my cream pie!"

His biceps scream against the fabric of his short-sleeves, begging to be let out as he tightens his grip around the neck of the glass bottle. "I-in time for your what?" Ears painted with a tinge of red, he looks shocked, more on the flustered side.

Letting out an anxious giggle, you point back behind you with the use of your thumb. "Sorry- I meant I was just about to bake a cream pie right now, and I realised I forgot the milk." Looking over your shoulder, then back at him, he smiles back; clearly flustered over the misunderstanding.

"R-right, I apologise, it's been a really long day.." He hands over the bottle, slightly crouching down to pick up his carrier that rested at his feet. "You're actually my last delivery today, they let me off early cause of the work I've done this week."

Holding the door open with your foot, you carefully place the jug on the same console table behind you, smiling to yourself as he went on a tangent about all the things he had accomplished this week— as if he was expressing genuine content rather than boasting.

"Well someone has been a good boy this week, huh?" You innocently beam at him, Choso's knuckles growing white as he clenched the carriers handle. He seems appreciative of the comment, but looks as if he wasn't used to receiving any.

"..Yeah.." Diverting his gaze away from you, he decides to stare down at the top of his shoes, until something you say has his eyes darting back up at you in a split second. The air so thick with tension, the two of you suddenly stay silent.

Humming before you speak your words, you ponder and wonder if your offer was a bit out of line. "..Would you like to come in for a bit? I could really use some help in the kitchen," Not hearing an immediate response from him, you add on, "You could have some of my cream pie afterwards. It would be a workout going down all those steps again, I assume!"

Choso reaches a free hand behind his head, scratching at his nape in contemplation. He knew that you were referring to the endless flights of stairs that were nothing but a nuisance to him as he tried to get to your apartment.

The fact that you had been the only customer in this entire apartment block, didn't have any effect on him though— as it was you he was looking forward to see each time he's out on the job.

Each time he dropped the same jug of milk at yours, only meant that his low lying interest in you would continuously grow, to the point that he couldn't think of anything else, but you. The man was whipped.

He wanted to get to know you better, but couldn't muster up the courage. He felt as if there never an appropriate time to do so, and the fact he landed a job as milkman, the guy assumed that you thought of him very little.

“I.. don’t know if I should..” He mumbles, anxiety and hesitation written all over his face— so easily read.

You roll your eyes, now leaning a shoulder against the doorframe, Choso slightly taking a step back to refrain from crossing a certain line with you so up close. “Come on, it’s not like I’ll get back to your boss with this!”

Crashing at yours for a bit meant that he'd finally have the opportunity to spend some time with you. Little steps, am I right? He couldn't miss out on something like this. Only a fool would do so.

"..I-I'd love to help you with your cream pie." He blurts out, lips parted due to solely being mesmerised. The two of you gawk at each other for longer than intended, but it doesn’t allow things to turn awkward. Was it the choice of words? The tone? What was it, really?

You blankly stare at him for a second longer than he did, nodding in approval. You had very little hope in him actually saying yes. "..Alright, come in." Beckoning at Choso, you step aside, noticing how he hesitates for a moment, just before he enters at his own will.

You watch as he walks further into the apartment, stopping considerably at a point just to not go out of bounds.

Your own eyes trail down his back, surprisingly so broad, that was now facing you. Having to peel your gaze away, you safely lock the door, dropping the key back into the dish beside you.

Grabbing at the jug, you make your way past Choso; taking yet another glance behind your shoulder for reassurance, just to see him trailing behind you like an obedient puppy.

"Make yourself feel at home, don't be shy!" You remarked, stepping around the kitchen island as you gathered the ingredients back onto the counters; Choso stopping just by the stools in front of you. He seemed all quiet and timid, even doing a double take before he decides to place his carrier on a stool beside him.

He sets aside his cap, politely tucking it away into his carrier before calling for you from across the island. “So.. Is there anything I could help with..?” Extremely eager to assist you in your endeavours, he found it so absurd that he was literally with you, right now, in your own apartment.

“I’m okay for now, just relax for the time being.” Your tone reassuring, you continue your current task as soon as you flash him another smile.

Swiftly putting some ingredients into a bowl, you still occasionally glance up at Choso— the second time round, you didn't even notice that he was already situated beside you, his hands gripping at the edge of the counters as he watched your every move.

"..Hmm, you ever made a cream pie, Choso?" You blurt out, carefully sieving the flour into yet another bowl. You must admit, your words intentionally had a different meaning to them. It was funny, and you knew he would flip out; his burning gaze at the side of your head being unavoidable.

His cheeks flash hot, words stumbling after one another. "I uh, haven't, no.." His voice growing small, you were right in thinking that he thought of a different kind.

Choso mentally argued with himself for doing so, as now wouldn't be the best time to feel his cock strain against his pants. He had to immediately swat the thoughts away, as they were already tight enough. "..Have you?"

His sudden reply had your sieving come to a halt as you slowly looked up to him next and you; just to see that he was still doing the same. Staring into his eyes, you try to think of an answer, swallowing the lump in your throat in the midst of it all.

"..No, I haven't." Your words come out in a whisper, noticing how his eyes alternate between yours and your parted lips. "I've never made one.. It's my first time today." Blinking slowly, you grow timid, your eyes making its way back to the bowl.

Resting your two hands flat down on the counter, Choso's breath hitches— his finger reaching down towards your chin. Guiding you to properly look up, he slightly crouches down to close the space between you two, and in a split second, your lips latch onto each other.

Eyes squeezing shut, you melt into the kiss, wrapping both arms around his neck to bring him closer; Choso letting out a subtle grunt as he hesitates about where to place his hands.

"I.. wanna touch you,” Resting his forehead against yours, his voice trembles, finishing with a helpless crack. Choso was practically begging you, and something about that just had you over the edge. "You don't know how much I've been wanting this.. I need you.. please..”

And he wasn’t lying. He wondered how your soft skin felt to his touch. He always wondered whether he would ever be able to have the chance to make you feel good.

Breathing heavily against his lips, you just nod hysterically, and in less than a second he slithers both hands under your ass, hoisting you into his embrace as he gently places you on the counter beside.

Your lips crash onto each others once again, Choso feeling up and down your body, his demeanor showing how much he's been wanting this for ages. He couldn't even believe it himself. You? Allowing him to have you? Is he dreaming?

A mewl escapes your lips as he cups your face into his hands, his ticklish kisses eventually moving down to your neck, the way he touches you seem so tender, and genuine, Choso didn't want to rush anything. He wanted to savour you.

He anchors himself between your legs— chest heaving so intensely from pure excitement. Meanwhile, you strip your top off, Choso swallowing a lump as he processes the fact that you had nothing else underneath this whole time.

He wastes no time, eagerly latching his mouth onto a breast, groaning as he firmly shuts his eyes, tongue relentlessly swirling around your nipple. His free hand fondles with the other as you comb your fingers through his hair, caressing it gently to let him know he's doing a good job.

You let out a string of breathy moans, a pop sounding from his mouth as he lets go. Pausing for a moment, you try stabilise your breathing, confusion written on his face.

"The sofa," You pant, Choso doing more so the same; his brows furrowed in despair as he yearns for more of you. "Let's move to the sofa.."

And he nods, beckoning you to wrap your legs around his torso once again, your arms being used as support to cling to him. You rest your head against his chest for a split second, allowing you to hear the ecstatic pace at which his heart was going at.

His feet stops just before the sofa, giving you the opportunity to drop back down, in which you suddenly grab his hand and pull him along. Choso seems perplexed, until you gently push him down onto the sofa by the chest, and he could do nothing but stare at you in pure adoration.

"Just relax yourself, okay?" Your voice soft, you kneel after he nods obediently, more than happy to agree with whatever you say.

You don’t dare look away, fingers toying at his belt buckle; which soon enough you end up undoing. Choso was about to lose his mind, and it took a lot in him to not leak right here, right now.

Tugging on the waistline of his pants, the man shifts his hips around to allow for more leeway. His mouth remains open as quiet, irregular huffs slip out, so eager to experience the very next thing you'll be doing.

Stopping as soon as his pants met his ankles, you smile, noticing the wet spot that had formed on his boxers— your hand gently rubbing up and down his protruding bulge. A whimper chokes out of him as he shuffles around a bit more, causing him to bite down on his bottom lip to suppress any more moans. He was too afraid to admit that anything you do has him melting.

All he could do was look down at you between his legs in bliss. Choso just couldn't believe it, and this was definitely not how he expected to end his evening.

His boxers follow after his pants, feeling him shudder under your touch as he comes into contact with the cold air. You shift around upon seeing his throbbing, leaking tip; not letting anymore time pass as you wrap your mouth over it, your satisfied humming sending vibrations to and through him.

Looking up to observe a reaction, Choso only slaps a hand over his mouth, groaning into it as his face returns to the same, crimson red; his other hand shaking as he tries to rest it on the back of your head.

Your head bobs up and down, cheeks hollowing and a free hand kneading at his balls for extra stimulation— Choso endlessly whimpering into his palm as his head falls back into the cushions, eyes eventually closing as he floated around in a pool of pleasure.

Buckets of spit trickled down your chin as you continued sucking him off, Choso squirming in the seat from time to time, his legs unable to stay still. You decide to take another peek, looking at him one more time, and thought to yourself; he seemed cute with the bowtie still on, his actions causing a flutter in your abdomen.

"Mmh," Muffled, as he was too busy suppressing a loud moan, he gives up, hand leaving his mouth to grab onto the sofa behind him. His other free behind your head tightens its grip, Choso suddenly fucking his hips up from the sofa, his teeth gritting as helpless grunts try to slip out. "Cu.. I'm gonna.. Uh.."

Your two hands suddenly place flat onto his thighs as he fucks into your throat, Choso's array of whines intensifying as he feels his balls contracting constantly, his face so warm to the touch.

So helpless, his two hands sets its place into your scalp, Choso bottoming his cock into your throat as he lets out a lengthy moan as a familiar feeling he had never felt washes through his body.

Tears welling up in your eyes, you mentally note to yourself to continue breathing through your nose, Choso’s prolonged groan causing a pool between your legs. You feel a rope of warm fluid shoot down your pipes, your hands repeatedly slapping at his thighs for a sliver of air.

His head hauling back down, he didn’t look the same as he did a few minutes ago— Choso’s eyes low and dark as he pulls you off his cock, a questionable grunt coming from him as he takes note of your fucked up face.

He tried his best not to laugh as you shot him a deathly glare, and of course failed. His smile fades, turning into horror as he watches you slide his cock in the midst of your cleavage, lip quivering as you drop an orb of your own spit on his tip that was slightly peeking out.

Choso’s hands grip at a cushion nearby on the sofa as you began to clamp your breasts together around his cock, moving them both up and down— throaty whimpers instantly emitting from him as you reinforced the stimulation on his still sensitive girth.

“Nghh—,” He cries out, mouth left gaped as he felt yet another foreign knot forming in his stomach; somehow identical to what he felt before orgasm, but just stronger.

“It’s too.. too much,” His words come out in a whisper, Choso’s let’s stamping the sides of your arms as you were anchored between them— his whiny voice trembling as he felt yet another impending orgasm that was about to hit him even harder.

A devilish smile plasters onto your face as you occasionally stuck a tongue out to chafe over his throbbing tip, Choso only able to let out deep grunts this entire as he occasionally looked down at you in a state of euphoria.

��Agai-n, I’m.. cum..” Incapable of finishing a sentence, his tit engulfed cock twitches, much thicker ropes of white shooting up into the air, dropping back down into your chest as it splatters droplets everywhere.

Choso’s head feels heavy at this point, his eyes lazily scanning his surroundings as he spots you decorated with the white drops that somehow managed to make its way to your face too.

Getting back to his senses, he attempts to sit up, legs still weak but with enough strength, his first instinct was to tend to you; the same hands clawed in your scalp making its way back to your cheeks as he kissed you so lovingly, his teeth nipping at those lips that were wrapped around his cock a few minutes ago.

Him being the first to pull always, it seems Choso has a request of his own. “..Get on the sofa,” he instructs, no sign of a stutter left to be heard within his words.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you beam a sinister smile as your aching knees rise off the ground— followed by you throwing yourself onto the sofa beside him.

You watch as he slightly jerks his cock, his eyes watching you take your turn obey orders. Raising your hips slightly to make things easier, you stripped the last of your garments; kicking away your underwear to the other side of the room.

Choso mirrors your actions, kicking off his shoes and trousers as he follows with his knee settling between your legs. You look up and survey his every move as his fingers yank at his bow tie, loosening it overall— his hands still trembling as he attempts to undo all buttons of his shirt.

You giggle, reaching down playfully toying with yourself as you place a foot on his bicep, shamelessly exposing your pussy even more to him as he peered down at you in utter silence.

Finally stripping away his shirt, the bow tie keeps its place and hangs around his neck— your impatient self subtly grinding against his thigh— your slick evidently leaving a mark on his skin.

“Just fuck me, Choso..” You whisper, sticking a finger into your leaking hole that has been that way ever since you made out with each other. Your words examined his ability to maintain his composure, Choso felt that it was time you did the things he wanted you to do.

His breathing hitches, Choso sucking in a breath as he leans in closer, as he guides the tip of his cock to align with your hole. An unoccupied hand grabs your legs, hoisting both on each of his shoulders.

Folding you into a mean mating press, your arms encircle his back, your moans tickling the shell of his ears as he slid himself in— throaty grunts also sounding from him.

Choso begins to move his hips slowly, your mouth gasping at his girthy cock stretching you out completely— his face buried into the crook of your neck as his hot breath fanned against your skin.

“Faster.. faster Choso..” You plead, his hips immediately snapping into you at a faster pace, his lowly grunts returning to the familiar whimpers as your gummy walls wrapped around his entire length. Feeling him in your gut, you chant his name like a prayer, Choso doing his best to fuck you in all the right spots.

A loud moan slips past your lips, your manicured nails scratching at his chiselled back like a kitty and it’s scratch post. As he fucked you into the sofa, something similar to a growl was heard from him as you dragged your nails down his entire back; surely leaving an evident trace of you behind.

Seemingly not enough for him, he uses his knuckles by your sides to prop himself up- Choso grabbing your ankles into the grasp of one hand and pushing them down further and infront of him this time.

On the verge of losing his mind, Choso’s hips brutally fuck into you, his cock deeper than ever— a white, creamy ring forming at his shaft.

His heart races at the sight of his thick cock disappearing in and out of you down below, Choso almost hypnotised at the sights as if he were eyeing a pendulum. His hand lets go of your ankles, grabbing for the edge of the sofa above your head— cock drilling you mercilessly into the cushions.

You mewl and whine, utilising maximum strength to keep your eyes open and hold a good view of Choso, his free thumb reaching down to swipe a stripe on your cheek as he coos a few praises at you.

The position you were in as of now had been churning both of your minds, Choso admittedly finding it difficult to continue fucking into you as he was about to cum at any given moment.

“Fuck,” he sucks in a breath through clenched teeth, eyes looking into yours as he studied your facial expressions, “So pretty,” Your cheek eventually fits into his palm as he fluctuates the pace at which he was fucking into you— nothing but satisfaction and adoration to be seen in his eyes.

His hips rut into your hole slow and deep, your hands grabbing at his wrists as you felt him bullying your cervix— cock endlessly rubbing between your walls, tip seldomly hitting against your sweet spots.

The legs of the sofa creak against the floor boards, eventually beginning to scoot itself to another side of the room. You couldn’t care less about consequences you might face with the downstairs neighbours tomorrow.

Strands of his hair stick to his forehead and temples, your fingers hooking around the strap of his necktie to pull in him closer, your lips yearning to have his on yours.

Your walls uncontrollably clench around his length, Choso’s head falling back in bliss; his mouth emitting short, overwhelmed breaths for a few seconds.

Your tits press against his chiselled chest as he fucks you silly, almost as if it was payback for treating him like he was clueless. Did you really think he’d let you boss him around?

Choso’s leans down once again, mouth sucking and leaving marks all over your breasts as he feels himself coming to one of his many orgasms today— buckets of sweat glistening over his physique like a glossy finish.

You grab at his bicep, slapping it repeatedly to give him notice of your impending orgasm— Choso planting a wet kiss on your lips to quickly swallow the ‘O’ your mouth had formed.

He instantly slides his cock out of your hole, taking his length into his fist as he pumps himself slow. His fingers fan over your clit as he ushered you to orgasm and make a mess, so desperate to have you cum all over him. Alternating between sticking his middle and ring finger inside, Choso curls his digits up as he jerks his fingers inside of you.

Your head peers down to see his forearms flexing with his every move, your eyes rolling to the back of your head; squelching noises coming from your pussy.

“Don’t…don’t do that-“ Your brows furrow, lips returning to its O shape as you attempted to hold his wrist as he continued to curl his fingers into you. He knew what he was doing. Choso wanted to make you squirt.

His pleas fucking your mind to an extent, it felt like a mixture of bliss and torture— your eyes struggling at this point to remain open.

“..Come on,” He urges, so needy as he strokes his cock as in-front of you as he watches how you unravel underneath him; Choso slapping his heavy length on your inner thigh whenever he has the chance. “Come on pretty, let go—“

“O-oh, Choso—“ You squeal, fingers reaching and scraping at his pelvis as he got back at you for fucking him up to overstimulation. Your nipples sore and perky, he had to resist the urge to suck on them again.

He spits out his words closely together, pressing his forehead against yours for the second time as you peered your eyes up into his.

“Come on, come on- that’s it,” Choso cooing at you as you released your juices all over his fingers, a sob could be heard from you as a hot flush rushes through your body.

His hand absolutely soaked as he pulls out, Choso nonchalantly wraps his mouth around his fingers, sucking on your slick— his saliva mixing in with the shining fluid that covered his hands.

Pulling you closer to his pelvis by hooking his two hands around your thighs, Choso slips himself back into your hole— your inner thighs soaking with juices.

A mutter of curses under his breath, Choso absolutely loved your warm walls taking his cock whole, his girthy length moving with ease due to the present slick.

Choso was on the verge of losing his mind once again as he realised that he literally got you to squirt less than a few seconds ago, his cock desperately throbbing all over again.

His cock fucks in and out of you, this time cautiously slow as he made sure not to cum inside of you— your clenching walls making it a difficult task for him.

Too sensitive, Choso pulls his cock out with haste, slapping his tip against your clit as he released his own load just outside of your pussy. His entire face flooded with rouge, cock profusely leaking; his grunts in synchronisation with his throbbing balls.

With the use of his tip, Choso pushes the load back into your hole, his cock completely stilling inside for the time being.

Your mind in a daze, you let out a sigh, Choso’s hand caressing up and down the side of your legs as he remained anchored between them.

“We literally just fucked off with the baking. Went and did a whole other cream pie…” You scoff, hanging your head off the sofa, an upside down view of your kitchen filling your vision— everything still left exactly how it was on the countertop.

Silently laughing, Choso takes your leg into his grasp, his head turning to the side as he plant a kiss on your calves. Bringing a hand down to your hole, he stuffs a digit or two in, scooping a few beads of his cum allowing it to coat his fingertips before moving his hand closer to your lips.

“..Milk delivery,” Choso chimes, mimicking his first words from outside your door earlier.

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dearwhs · 3 months ago

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all eyes on you ⋆ klh

𖦹 genre: fluff wc: 1.2k warnings: nothing much as far as i know !

𖦹 notes: aaaa what do we think? hes so cute im sobbing TT is it too obvious im into love at first sight stuff? ehe

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at last, leehan's favorite day had finally arrived—visiting the aquarium!

you see, after every long and hellish weeks full of uni workload and duties, leehan likes to spend most of his precious free time by visiting the aquarium. he usually brings his dandy camera to capture pictures of everything he found interesting. and when he does? he's gonna yap about it as soon as he gets back at the dorm. he will be telling every single detail for HOURS, wherein riwoo's mostly his victim when it comes to his silly aquarium talks (we know riwoo secretly enjoys it).

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today's finally the day! when leehan stepped inside the aquarium, his head instantly spun as he gazes at all the lil fishies swimming around. his eyes darted everywhere, and i mean everywhere. this is practically heaven for him.

every step he took was filled with excitement, foot bouncing left to right, his smile stretching so hard it nearly reached both of his ears, eyes almost fading from happiness. the soft blue glow of the tanks hitting his face—it made everything feel magical, all his stress and worries poofed.

click here, click there– ooooh, riwoo's gonna so love these!

leehan's face was beaming with joy, as he walks towards the nearest tank scrolling through his camera, admiring the shots he had previously taken. he walked continuously, and then suddenly his feet had stopped... he was in the jellyfish exhibition, which perked him up, leaving a huge smile on his face, "perfect!"

he fixes his camera angle just right, adjusting the lens, focusing on the jellyfish, and getting ready in position to capture the sea creature—its tentacles drifting away in slow motion, swaying along the water's flow.

click! click! cl-

wait–

leehan's head slowly tilts in confusion. "since when did a jellyfish... well, stop being a jellyfish and turn into a… girl!?” uh, no, leehan... i think that's actually just a girl.

normally, he'd pan his camera on another direction and go on with his little hobby and move on. but, why was his hands frozen? why was one of his eyes still closed, focusing on her through the camera?

she was barely moving, just stuck there, standing. and yet, she looked ethereal in leehan's eyes. maybe it was the way the blue dim lights reflected on her face—her gaze, it looked so calm and drawn to the movements of the jellyfish, it piqued his interest. and for some reason, he found himself staring at her longer than he should've.

for the first time today, he wasn't focused on the lil fishies. should his corydoras be worried? no, right...?

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as for you, you snap back to reality as the jellyfish flees away, your gaze shifts to the guy right in front of you who seems to be taking pictures—or at least that's what he was supposed to be doing. you can tell he's staring at you—not even at the floating jellyfish in the tank, but right at you. is he even taking pictures at this point? he's completely frozen in place.

as leehan makes eye contact with you through his camera, his eyes widens in shock—he immediately drops his camera down, trying to act normal as if he didn't stare at you for too long. his face became a mess, his mouth opened trying to say something, but no words came out... his own mouth betrayed him.

you couldn't help but to throw a chuckle at him. he immediately shakes his head a "wait!" in panic and tries to explain himself with the use of his hands this time. you cover your face, trying to hide your little devious laugh, "uh, you know you can just go to this side if you want to talk to me... right?" oh, you should've seen how red leehan's face was. embarrassment is clearly written in his face. and to make him feel at least a little better, you decided to move on his side instead.

"ehe, i..." he laughs nervously as a sheepish smile forms on his face scratching the back of his neck, "i swear i was just trying to take a picture of the jellyfish!! and then–" he's defending himself as much as he can, to the point that even his dino hands are out, just so you don't misunderstand. he's really trying here.

your face couldn't hold back. a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you watch this cute but odd stranger explain himself. "well, did i look okay?" leehan's dino hands freezed mid-air, slowly coming down, his eyes blinks rapidly, "huh? w-what-" oh, you just broke this guy. you bursted out laughing because of his silly reaction, shaking your head as you try again after catching your breath, "i said, did i look okay in your picture?"

"o-oh! the picture.. right!" he lifts up his camera, searching for the photo he just took a few minutes ago. "here, see!" and strangely, your eyes just blinked slowly, disappointed at the picture as all you could see was the jellyfish captured beautifully—and there you were on the corner, slightly blurred, photobombing...

"well, it's a shame-" he cuts your sentence off and moves a little bit closer, just enough to not make you feel uncomfortable, "do you want me to take another picture? i'll make it look nicer this time, i swear." you blink at him, caught off guard, "huh?" he immediately swings his arms in panic, "oh, um- only if you'd like to, of course." you let out a small giggle at him as you nod.

next thing we know, you were posing infinitely. it was basically a photoshoot in an aquarium—his camera is full of your photos rather than the fishies he initially came for.

after finishing the mini photoshoot, you stood next close to him, analyzing the photos which turned out absolutely gorgeous. "well, that was the most fun i had in a while." you said as you picked up your bag on the floor. he lightly chuckles at your words, "yeah, me too."

you wanted to say something, but you hesitated for a second—still, you decided to go for it. "since you took my pictures, maybe i could get them?" obviously hinting at something. "o-oh, yeah, of course." he muttered, as he fidgets on his phone, unsure of what to do next. "so uh, how do i..?" you stared at him, confusion creeping in, "how do you what-?" he just coughs as he scratches his head, "how do i.. send them to you?– uh- through an email?? airdrop? bluetooth...? or a pigeon??? i think i know how to do that–" your laughter immediately cuts him off. seriously though, a pigeon !?

you flashed him a smile, "a number works too, y'know?" this statement turned him red like a tomato. he just gives you a small embarassing nod as he stretches his arm out to give out his phone to you. and as for you, he was undeniably adorable—making you smile as you casually hand him his phone back.

as you two bid goodbye, you couldn't help but to slip in your name before you part ways, "it's y/n, by the way. l/n, y/n." he gave you a smile, also revealing his name. "it's leehan. kim leehan."

as you walked away, you just realized you gave your number to a stranger. well, a cute one for sure.

leehan on the other hand walks all jumpy, realizing he just scored a new connection.

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after a long but unexpectedly fun day, you found yourself going back to the moment earlier—only for riwoo to burst your thoughts, asking how your trip went. you grinned at him in excitement, "this is gonna be a long story, hyung!" and of course, riwoo was prepared; blanket? check! snacks? check! all that's left to do now is have the yapping session.

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if you liked this, a like, reblog, or comment is highly appreciated, thank you! ><

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eclipseberrycake · 5 months ago

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Poly! MoonBerryCake X Reader Pt. 8

AN: They actually got the bed from a tiktok account ran by Cosmo and Reader that's just them dancing in front of Teagan and Rodger's custody arguments. And rotoscoping.

This is a request, but is it really-

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five -> Part Six -> Part Six 1/2 -> Part Seven

☁ He was watching you.

☁ And he hoped you knew it.

☁ His high stealth made him a fantastic spy, even if that was a little tidbit he never shared with the rest of the group. He kept it close to his chest just for cases like this.

☁ He had stepped out momentarily to help Shelly with directions, since his room was the one she confidently knew the way too, sending her on her way before slinking back into the room.

☁ You hadn't noticed he was back yet, and that was for the best as it gave him hope that he'd get to see exactly how'd you'd been doing it.

☁ You've always had a habit of sneaking out when you're supposed to be on bed rest. Right after the pudding incident, you had done it at least 7 times, each one stressing out Sprout and Cosmo more and more. It was amusing in all actuality, making him chuckle from where he remained in his nest. He didn't do well with vomit, and the others knew that, so he was pardoned.

☁ That hadn't changed since you've been returned from being a twisted. You were accommodating for a while, letting them baby you for a while before you were ultimately tired of being pampered (oh, the humanity). So you had picked up the habit once more, trying to sneak away to the kitchen or the lobby.

☁ They, normally, would've understood this, however they took great care to ensure you didn't feel isolated, helping you wherever you wished during the day. Goob and Scraps visited all the time and you and the starters had game nights during the late afternoon where you could get some rest while also interacting with others.

☁ The problem was in the late nights and the early mornings. Runs had slowly started up again after your retrieval, now more focused on researching Dandy's twisted in hopes of getting some insight to the whole situation. There were a few holiday toons as well, but they weren't exactly a priority at the moment. These could go on for hours, and you would get antsy, stressing yourself out needlessly.

☁ Between him and the other two, it was mutually agreed that at least one of them would stay back at any given time as it wasn't feasible for all of them to stay back.

☁ That being said, you've been sneaking about to wait for them since, but none of them could tell how you've been doing it since they've been in the vicinity of the door if not in the room the entire time. It was easy to get past Sprout and Cosmo during the night after they fell asleep admittedly, but he was different.

☁ You knew it, he knew it, and he was almost convinced because of that you wouldn't try.

☁ Alas, you're foolishness knew now bounds as he watching you perk up from your device, eyes darting to the door then giving a quick glance around the room. He was in a corner, blending in with the shadows, so he's sure you're still recovering mind brushed right over him.

☁ It worked as you slowly crept out of bed, lifting the covers as if they were made of fire. Your feet just barely stepping on the floor when you froze, looking at the door once more. There were footsteps outside, two sets- they sounded like Finn and Shrimpo if he had to guess.

☁ You quickly retreated back under the covers, picking up your device like nothing had ever happened. He nearly broke his own cover by snickering at the action, hiding it behind the fur of his collar.

☁ When the steps passed and the door didn't open, you stepped out once more, placing your whole foot down before the second even dared to peek out. When it did, you moved quickly and more silently then he thought possible from you.

☁ You kept the device on and running, the background music chirping happily, probably giving the impression you were still in here playing if he was to check. Never mind the fact that he was already in the room.

☁ You laid your ear against the door, listening and waiting. He almost thought you would go right through the door, making him raise a non-existent brow before you were turning and climbing back onto the bed.

☁ He watched as you carefully removed the grate to the vent above the bed, jumping a bit before you were jumping into the hole of the vent and pulling yourself up. The grate was put back and he could only gape as he heard you scurrying through the vents.

☁ "No way- No fucking way-" Astro gaped at the vent for a solid minute before shaking his head and listening to which way you went. You were heading to the kitchen and he quickly rushed that way, nearly knocking into a few toons on his way.

☁ He threw back apologies but continued on, making it there only to see the other side of the grate open. He gaped in disbelief before shaking his head, moving to stand under the grate.

☁ You fell through, looking triumphant when you landed only for it to fall when you realized who had caught you.

☁ Astro raised a brow ridge at you when you gaped up at him, using a star shard to move the grate back. You look at him then down the hallway towards your room, then back to him as if trying to understand where you went wrong.

☁ You sigh in defeat after a moment of struggle, laying your head on his shoulder as he carries you back.

☁ "I thought you were with Shelly." You pout, crossing your arms. He grins, kissing your forehead as he opens the door to your room.

☁ "That was your first mistake." He snickers, setting you back in bed and making sure you're tucked in comfortably.

☁ He lays down beside you, dragging you closer to him with his arms locked around you. If you'd complain, he'd tell you it's to ensure you get only the best dreams, but he knows it's so you can't move until well into the morning when the others are back.

☁ Speaking of morning, Astro is the biggest snitch. He tells Sprout first chance he gets. You're in the middle of telling Sprout and Cosmo how it was an easy night, no worries, and no escape attempts, when Astro is piping up from where you were like a million percent certain he was asleep.

☁ He told Sprout all about the vent and before you knew it, you were moved off the bed, with Astro dozing on your shoulder, fuming silently as Sprout tightened each of the screws on the vent grate.

☁ That's fine, you told yourself. You had other methods.

☁ Proven the next night when Sprout's on duty. As dubbed before, he's a warden, just less tactful about it then Astro is.

☁ The one benefit you have over Sprout is that you're faster than he is. And that's something he knows you're betting on.

☁ He's taken the vent access away, so you're escape routes were basic at best.

☁ He even went as far as tightening the screws in the bathroom vent as well. Just in case. Your wounds were practically healed at this point, however the mental implications tended to linger as miniscule as they could be. The fact that you couldn't see Astro in the corner was proof of that. Pre-twisted you could've spotted him no matter what, but since the ichor was still being removed by your own natural healing, you were still missing a few things. But those took time.

☁ Which is why they wanted to keep a close eye on you for a little while longer. They just needed to make sure you were as okay as possible before you undid all the steps forward you've made.

☁ Better be safe than sorry and all that jazz. Or some other euphemism Cosmo would use.

☁ The problem however was that Sprout went to bed earlier than the rest of you. Which meant you had something worst than straight up leaving the door open. You had opportunity.

☁ So Sprout's idea was to tire you before his own bedtime so you were knocked out before you even had the chance to escape. And what better way to do that then a run?

☁ Not a real run, no he wasn't psycho, but recently they had cleared a few of the museum floors, giving them an open training area so to speak. And with a few promised treats, free from Cosmo's eye because he would never hear the end of it, Pebble was eager to help, which brough the other Distractors on board easy enough.

☁ It was almost comical watching as Sprout declared you as It and the others took off. You stood stunned for a second before taking off in the same direction as Looey, making Sprout chuckle.

☁ It didn't last long before Pebble was charging at him and you, unhelpfully. decided to inform him last minute that the rock was it.

☁ In the end, it had gotten him exactly what he wanted, even if there were a few other casualties as well. You were already falling asleep as he walked you back to the room, making him grin as you babbled about one thing or another. Sprout nodded along as you did, going through the motions of your night time routine for you.

☁ You were mid rant about how frosting was so amazing and you needed an entire bowl of it right that moment when Blu lept up onto Sprout's shoulder, making you gasp. "Our baby!"

☁ "Uh-huh, our baby." He hummed, wetting a cloth with warm water before rubbing it over your face. It made your face scrunch as you tried to back away, but his other hand on the back of your head stopped you.

☁ He helped you into your pajamas and made sure your teeth were brushed before laying you in bed, Blu jumping into your arms before he was wrapping the blankets around you tight enough you couldn't escape.

☁ He grinned at his handy work, going through his own bedtime routine before finally laying down, snuggling right up to you. You were already in dreamland, snoozing away making him grin.

☁ Easy as pie.

☁ Even better as he wakes up well before you do the next morning and ensures you're under warden's watch.

☁ Cosmo. Oh Cosmo. Now remember part 6.5, where I mentioned that Cosmo very quickly learned to assert himself?

☁ :)

☁ With the other two, he likes taking a back seat and letting them be the bad guys, but when they're out and he's left with his stubborn partner who is supposed to be resting?

☁ Not a chanceee. And the worst part? No one will every believe you.

☁ And Cosmo's stealth is high, so your ichor speckled brain struggles to spot him sometimes. And he takes full advantage of that. Constantly. Before you even get the chance to take off, he's there with a primed smile, too sweet and saccharine to be genuine as he kindly asks, "What do you think you're doing."

☁ So Cosmo is a little scary...It's for the character development. :)

☁ But you don't take that for what it is.

☁ Your first attempt is through the room's door. You manage to get it open a full inch before Cosmo is slamming it shut and leaning into your space.

☁ You take your retreat to the bed with your hands up and a small smile on your face.

☁ The second try is the balcony. That doesn't get you very far either as a hand catching your shirt makes you freeze. Cosmo drags you back that time.

☁ The third attempt you don't even get a full foot on the floor before Cosmo is popping back up.

☁ You're not brave enough for a forth try. It's almost comical how you've faced down every single one of the twisteds, Dandy included, but you're rendered docile by Cosmo.

☁ When the other two return from their mains only run, they're stunned by the sight of you, laying in bed and munching on a cookie while watching something on the tv in the room.

☁ Sprout has to do a double take, twice, just to be sure that is what he's seeing. Astro himself pokes your cheek a few times just to see if it's really you, giving a sigh of relief when you swat at him.

☁ Cosmo takes that moment to reappear, his own pajamas on as he waves at them. When asked if there were any more escape attempts, you nearly swallow your tongue when he grins and shrugs.

☁ "Nah, they wouldn't dream of it."

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heartz4levi · 2 months ago

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Hello, I was wondering if you could do an Ivan x afab!reader, a photoshoot maybe escalating just a bit with slight NSFW themes. Your style of writing is just so good.

i'm the highlight, a shining red light !

☆ thinking abt ivan + photoshoot mishap . .

☆ ivan (alnst) ,, afab reader . . this can be interpreted as both modern au and no au ,, ivan and reader are co—workers ,, suggestive themes but no nsfw ,, slightly ooc(?) ivan for the sake of the plot.

you wouldn't say that ivan is a close friend of yours, per se. the two of you simply happen to.. be paired up quite often in terms of photoshoots.

no matter how many times you ask the answer is always the same — you two look good together and the "chemistry" is unparalleled.

alright, you can understand that first part. your visuals just naturally compliment his and vice versa, not clashing in the slightest. but the second part? chemistry? you don't change your demeanor in the slightest whenever he's around.

that isn't the case for ivan, though. he never goes to an extreme, but his eyes light up the moment he takes notice of the fact that he has been paired up with you yet again and he begins to wonder about what the two of you could create in advance.

in other words, he fantasizes. plans out any and all of the potential conversations you could have, imagines what outfit the stylist will whip up for you — not even caring about his own — and thinking about how he can get closer to you, whether that be physically or emotionally.

usually ivan goes for the getting closer to you emotionally part. partaking in some idle chitchat with you, asking about your week and your thought on today's photoshoot, if your outfit is comfortable, if you want to try anything new that the photographer hasn't thought of.

if you respond to him in an equally enthusiastic manner, ivan will be over the moon. if you don't, he will be quite disappointed and even a bit sulky, but that doesn't mean he'll stop trying to get to know you better.

the only time ivan has tried going down the getting closer to you physically path was.. well.. now. except it was an accident. you find it a bit hard to believe, but ivan swears that it was an accident, looking and sounding so apologetic that it seems out of character for him.

one moment you're listening to the photographer, catering to whichever ordered is barked out at the two of you, standing as close to ivan as you're told to. the next moment the photographer addresses ivan and he's slipping one arm around your shoulders. that's all fine and dandy, no problems there, until his hand lands just a little bit lower than it was supposed to.

maybe the camera caught it, you're not sure. maybe it caught your immediate reaction, maybe it caught ivan's reaction that arrived just a milisecond later. maybe in one of the shots his hand is blurred because he moved it off of your chest at what might as well be the speed of light.

but neither you nor him say anything. you're the most confused you have ever been in your life and ivan wants to punt himself in his face that is now a deep shade of red. how could he slip up now? and in such a manner? he mentally berates himself. admittedly, he's surprised you haven't slapped him yet.

the sound of the camera shutter reaches your ears a few more times, slight adjustments are made in your poses and then a break is called. ivan immediately darts away. you have no idea where, as he is completely gone from your field of vision, but he ran away.

surprisingly, you go on about your brief break like you normally do. for the most part, you've gotten over that incident and brushed it off as an accident considering the shock ivan himself had gone through. on the other hand, he is not faring well.

ivan is noticeably more tense for the rest of the photoshoot. his usual talkative self is nowhere to be found and his movements become tenfold more cautious so as to not repeat that embarrassing mistake. several staff members notice, photographer included, yet no one questions him.

you don't either. regardless, all of your curiosities are answered once the photoshoot is over, when you find yourself being approached by a very bashful ivan. you have never seen him be this shy.

after explaining the incorrect placement of his hand from his point of view and apologizing profusely, ivan offers to make it up to you even though his apology has already been accepted. how will he make it up to you, you ask?

how about.. grabbing some lunch the next day? or maybe dinner tonight?

#⠀⠀⠀⠀Ꮺ heartz4ivan #alien stage #alnst #alnst x reader #alnst smut #ivan alien stage #ivan alnst #ivan alien stage x reader #ivan alnst x reader

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the-s1lly-corner · 3 months ago

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Seven Minutes In Gardenview (Opener)

As promised here is the opener for the 7MIH x DW series-- not sure how fast these will update since I'm working on flufftober and stuff but we'll make It work! Of course not all toons will be available options due to there being so many- I've already got a list of who to include. Maybe I'll make endings for those excluded one day. No promises. Also due to how many options there are polls are gonna be... weird until enough endings are written- max voting option stuff.. hmm what else.. oh yeah these are fully sfw and some may not even end with the reader and a toon getting together romantically. Depends on what I end up cooking

Notes: gn toon reader, short opener, vote at the end to determine the next endings winner, takes place during the holidays so Christmas toons are here, possible ooc, partly after visiting hours to celebrate the holidays , pre game, theres some build up before the party starts really its just a fun part for me to feel everything out first woo Word count: 2.6k

CWs: none

The day had been more than a little chaotic, but the promise of having a moment after visiting hours at least gave you something to look forward too… as well as catching whispers of the other toons hosting a little get together to do one last big celebration before the Christmas toons needed to be put back… wherever they went when it was time for them to part. You got confirmation when Dandy himself alerted you that everyone was meeting on the main floor after closing and when the staff had left for the afternoon. Of course, excluding the human security prowling around but even then they posed little threat to the privacy and personal activities of the toons.

A promise of fun and games made an evening filled with excited children and parents waiting impatiently to get a turn to take a picture a little more bearable.

Helping Sprout and Cosmo make treats- most for visitors… some for the night ahead. Cookies and other assorted baked goods to feast on.

“Yatta’s gonna bring candy, we know that much… I think Poppy mentioned bringing some soda,” Sprout mumbled softly to himself in thought as he looked through what the kitchen had to offer.

“Maybe we should make something to balance out the sugar?” You offered as you set out bowls and other cooking utensils on the counter. The strawberry paused for a moment… before smiling. His hand lightly pats against your upper back. “Something sour would do the trick!”

And so you added some acidity to treats that called for it. Of course, some were left unaltered. One could only hope that the sugar wasn’t too much for everyone else. You nod to Ginger as she enters the kitchen. Between the four of you the treats were all finished quickly… though…

You could only offer a sheepish smile and apologize quietly as Tisha stepped in and nearly passed out from the sight of the kitchen’s state.

“Sorry Tish-” You rub the back of your neck. Her eyes darted across the mess. Dirtied bowls, smears of batter, there was flour everywhere… the black mats on the floor were shifted to a dusty white. Streaks ran all over the surface only occasionally broken by footprints.

“It’s…” She started. You could see the gears working in her head as she tried to pick apart what to tackle first.

Ginger spoke up.

“I can help, and so can Cosmo,” The cookie glanced at her cousin. The roll cake nodded- he was already gathering the dishes he had ruined to rinse them off in the nearby sink. Tisha seemed to visibly untense just a tad. “Oh, thank you both,”

With now five toons in the kitchen it became cramped, so you bid yourself goodbye- each toon inside returning your announcement of departure with varying levels of awareness.

You hardly made it to the elevator before you bumped into Brightney as she checked through a long list in her hands.

“Scraps and Goob are handling decorations… Yatta is putting them up as well as providing candy… Teagan is responsible for drinks… and Sprout…” She tapped the tip of her pen to the paper as she continued to walk- totally engrossed into the paper. You clear your throat lightly and catch her attention before she could walk into a wall.

“Oh-! It's you!” The lamp gave you a smile. You return it as you steal a glance of her list.

“Sprout and Cosmo finished baking up some treats,”

Brightney gives another soft “oh!” before checking off the item. “You’re not pushing yourself too hard trying to make sure everyone’s on track?”

“I’m giving a hand where I can! It’s been so long since all us toons got to get together afterall!” Brightney’s eyes darted to the elevator. “Are you going down?”

Were you going down…?

You glance at her list once more. You could pay the craft siblings a visit to see if they needed any help with getting things together- or with visitors.

“Yeah, sure,” You smiled.

And the two of you step into the elevator. As you reach your hand to the buttons a loud shrieking voice makes you stop in your tracks.

From the end of the hallway Yatta is sprinting forward towards the elevator with her hands absolutely filled to the brim with all sorts of candies. Wrapped ones, boxed ones, you saw a few you didn’t even know were carried in Gardenview. You allow your hand to remain in the air to let the pinata close the distance… she slid into the elevator- some candies slipping from her arms with clacks of varying pitches and volumes. “AAAAAAAAH-” Yatta… the noise you could only describe as scrumpt… before trying to shuffle the candies back into her arms. It was… actually kind of pathetic seeing her awkwardly try to pick the wrapped candies with her teeth- leaned over close to the floor.

“Oh my…” Brightney whispered softly.

“Here-” You step forward- but not before pressing the button you had wanted- and scooped the scattered candies up in your hands. “Good thing only the wrapped ones fell huh?”

“I’D STILL eat them if they weren’t!” Yatta insisted as she tightened her grip on the collection. You force your face to remain straight.

“I assume that’s not all the candy you’re going to be bringing to the party?” Brightney asked. Yatta rapidly shook her head. It seemed she had just taken a hit from her sugar stash. “This is only the third batch!”

Third…

You glance at Brightney who… did her best to look supportive.

“The parties on the ground floor, right? Near the entrance? That’s what Dandy told me before he had to go do… whatever activities they have him doing today-”

Brightney snaps out of it and looks at you. “Oh! Yeah- yes you’re correct! The others agreed that it would be the most convenient… lot’s of free space to set everything up and to play games,” The lamp looked down at her list once more. “In fact… I don’t recall any talk of what games will be played tonight… all I recall is that Dandy had told us to bring out trinkets… “just in case” as he had put it,” Her mouth tightens slightly. “I’m sure he’s got a plan! If not there’s plenty of games we can play without props,”

The paper is rolled up and tucked away somewhere. The elevator door opens.

“I’ll go check on the crafts to see how they’re doing,” You muttered out loud. Brightney glanced at you as her hands patted the space where she put her list and pen.

“Are you sure? I was already planning on checking in on them myself,”

You gently wave her off. “Knowing you, you’ve been on your feet all day trying to keep things rolling smoothly- you deserve an extra set of eyes n hands- it's no sweat off my back!”

The elevator door opens.

“It’s only about an hour… maybe two… until everything closes down, it really isn’t that big of a deal,” You added.

Over Brightney’s shoulder Yatta was eyeing the candy in her arms… she seemed to be struggling to pay attention to the conversion between you and the lamp. Not that it was that big of a deal.

“Well… if you insist,” Brightney offered you a tired smile… and for a moment you caught the exhaustion in her eyes before she perked right back up. “I’ll go back up and see if Teagan needs any help,”

As eager to help as ever.

…and Teagan was probably on a higher floor judging by the fact that Brightney did not leave the elevator with you.

“SEE YA BUD!” Yatta called out- she crouched down to rapidly wave at you as the floor closed. Brightney began to say something to her but her voice was cut off by the door. You stand there quietly for a moment before simply choosing to go on to the tables the craft siblings usually situated themselves at…

This floor was one of the rainbow rooms- and the walls were covered in various crafts and drawings made by the children. There were even some scribbles of you… the sight warmed your heart as you drew closer to the sounds of overjoyed children.

Scraps sat in a short blue plastic chair carefully cutting out some streamers… at least as best as she could with her claws. It seemed that at the moment Goob had taken it upon himself to entertain the children while his sister worked on party preparations… a few of the calmer children had sat around her table and helped her out- whether they knew they were for a party or not they looked to be having fun.

“Hey,” You lazily- and somewhat awkwardly- raise your hand in a half wave. Scraps’ eyes dart up to you for a brief moment before snapping back to her paper. “Oh! Didn’t know you were gonna come down here-” Her hands tensed around the dull pair of scissors in her hands. Her claws gently scraped against the plastic handles.

You give a shrug that she didn’t see. “I don’t have many visitors today so I’m kind of going around seeing if anyone needs a hand in getting things ready for tonight- speaking of,” You glance to the small pile of paper decorations set to the side.

“Need a hand?”

“Please,”

And so you settled yourself in the last free chair at the table. One last glance is given to Goob as he plays some sort of tag game with the kids. He was… covered in glitter and paper scraps… pipe cleaners and stickers. A part of you was glad you weren’t often assigned to arts and crafts.

“And I can help bring them up to the main floor after closing- maybe help put them up,” You grab a spare pair of scissors and begin copying whatever designs Scraps was attempting to do. “I think Brightney mentioned Yatta’s going to be doing that?”

“Flutter offered to help- since she can reach the higher stuff,” Scraps tensed her eyebrows a bit before relaxing. “There!” She said to herself before setting the section of steamer away to the rest of the pile.

And the two of you finished making decorations. Children came and went… though as the time passed they progressively lessened in numbers until the intercom clicked to life above to alert the visitors that Gardenview was closing for the day. You… never much liked the voice of whoever did the announcements. They sounded fake. Too sweet, like how Dandy sometimes spoke in his episodes. Like he was talking to a bunch of idiots who couldn’t think for themselves.

…

You force the comparison to the back of your mind- feeling it was too mean of a thought.

Actually decorating and setting everything up was fairly uneventful. Some toons did butt heads about where everything should go…

Ultimately the snacks were set in the hall leading to the main lobby. Out of the way but close enough to not be an inconvenience to walk. It also seemed like it was going to be a slumber party judging by the bedding Astro had provided- you caught him and Shelly stacking them neatly to one of the walls. The latter had already changed into her comfortable onesie. A table was set nearby with various games… board games and card games. Vee had added some trivia games to the pile.

Brightney was skittering around the room making sure everything was all coming together… she only stopped when Dandy approached her and said something you couldn’t catch. He did give her a pat on the shoulder and thumbs up, though.

Razzle and Dazzle had moved the projector from their room down to the main floor and were setting it up to throw whatever picture they wanted to the middle elevator… it temporarily glitched for a few seconds- before Connie revealed herself. Razzle seemed to be far more scared than his brother at the prank.

“That’s everything I think!” You overheard Shelly as she glanced over the large space. It looked… nice. It was cozy inside- the Christmas lights strung up glowed against the paper decor you and Scraps had made with the children.

“It looks so nice! Like a big warm hug and a nice cozy sweater!” Bobette stepped to her side and marveled. The main lights had dimmed- further pushing the cascade of colors from the string lights.

“I’ll say,” Sprout muttered with a grin as he finally tugged his apron off and half haphazardly folded it and set it to the side… it wasn’t unlike him to forget to take it off.

One by one the last toons that hadn’t yet arrived made it to the gathering. Rudie dashed right in with Ginger… not quite right on his tail. “I wanted to add some last minute decorations to the cookies-” She said softly as she placed her cookies on the table with the rest of the treats.

Shrimpo stomped in… the fact he had even decided to show up was a shock actually especially as he complained loudly about how stupid he thought this was. Rodger took the role of reason in asking why he had decided to appear… which earned him a nasty string of insults.

You catch him telling Toodles not to repeat what the crustacean had said.

Finally you bring yourself to the main group of everyone congregated. You catch a glimpse of Toodles running off to go play with Pebble and Coal who were both a bit aways from the group doing… whatever it was rocks do.

By the looks of things Dandy was already starting a game- holding a large sack. A big red one, the kind you see Santa lugging around in movies.

“The first night of the game is a little different everyone!” The flower grinned as he took charge. He opened the bag and shifted towards Sprout.

“And the game is…?” The berry looked inside the bag skeptically. By the looks of it it seemed empty.

“We usually play tag or hide n seek- but this time around I figured… hey! Why don’t we play something a little more adventurous!” Dandy grinned. “Put your trinkets in the bag, we're playing seven minutes in heaven- of course, only if you wanna play!” His eye darted to look at you out of the corner. Several toons already muttered their passes and detached from the group to do their own thing until the current game was over with.

“Really? Seven minutes? Dandy we’re not-” Vee started before Rudie cut her off. Her antennae twitched irritably before going still once more.

“Where are the players gonna go?”

Dandy’s grin widened as Sprout slipped his trinket into the bag. “Why, we can use the gift shop! It’s far enough away to give the lovebirds some privacy- Vee you’ve got a built in clock riiiiiiiight?” He fluttered his eyes at her. Vee seemed to fight the urge to roll her eyes.

“Of course I do,” She crossed her arms… she hesitated before adding her trinket to the bag.

One by one the participating toons slipped their trinkets in- you included. Dandy was the last to add his… and once the bag was filled he shifted it around to move the trinkets around inside… the clicking and rustling inside muffled thanks to the thick and soft material of the sack.

“Now…” Dandy stuck a finger out… and then.

“Eeny meeny-”

“Are you being serious?” Connie scoffed as she stared at the toon. She looked both.. Amused and a little shocked that the person who suggested the game wasn’t going first.

Dandy ignored her.

“You!” His finger landed on you. “Unless you’re too chicken to go first,” He added with a light hearted tease. The sack is pushed close to you and he shimmies it around slightly.

“I ain’t chicken,” You huffed.

Everyone’s eyes glue themselves onto you as you reach your hand into the opening of the sack and pull out…

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flightpolling · 1 year ago

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We polled 240 Genes altogether - all the Modern/Parallel and Ancient Primaries, Secondaries, and Tertiaries. This graph shows the spread of winning results throughout every gene:

Overall, FR Genes are Liked. A higher percentage of Modern genes are Loved (27.9%) than Ancient genes, which are Loved at 18.6%. No (exclusively) Ancient Genes are Disliked.

There were only 3 majority Dislike genes: Mosaic, Smirch, and Keel.

No Genes were majority Hate. 12 Genes received No Hate At All: Shell (Veilspun), Flair, Darts (Sandsurge), Spinner, Saddle, Noxtide, Flameforger (Aberration) (Banescale), Web (Veilspun), Tear (Banescale), Fade, Blaze, and Riopa (Auraboa).

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10. Saturn 9. Gembond 8. Sugarplum (Banescale) 7. Breakup 6. Candy (Aether) 5. Bright (Veilspun) 4. Hypnotic 3. Smirch 2. Mosaic 1. Keel

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10. Harlequin 9. Foam 8. Flaunt 7. Constellation 6. Fade 5. Blaze 4. Cinder 3. Glimmer 2. Bee 1. Flair

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pomefioredove · 1 year ago

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SAW THE EVENT NOWI PULL UP

the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me + epel please

EPEL REQUEST 🫡 I LOVE THAT GUY HE'S MY BEST FRIEND

summary: "the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me" type of post: short fic characters: epel additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, not proofread, cute and fluffy a part of this event

It's not like you like him.

You just feel bad. You're just trying to help!

"A soft spot for him?"

Vil scoffs, gesturing to one of the wide windows of Pomefiore, which Epel is presently outside of, attacking a tree with a big stick to "vent his frustrations", as he called it.

"It's not a soft spot," you insist for the umpteenth time.

Vil rolls his eyes.

"Whatever you want to call it," he says, a clear hint of disbelief in his tone. "Oh, well. If you think you can convince him to change his socks every once in a while without throwing a tantrum, you're more than welcome to."

And with that, the housewarden leaves.

The air outside Pomefiore is perpetually crisp and clear; even breathing here is luxurious...

You stop just a few paces behind Epel, waiting for him to notice as he attacks the tree trunk with the makeshift weapon.

He's got a surprising amount of stamina for someone in a frilly shirt.

"Epel?"

He takes another swing, and the branch snaps clean in half. Huffing and puffing, he turns to look at you from over his shoulder.

"I'm not going back up there," he hisses. It's hard to take him seriously with all that bark in his hair.

"I'm not trying to take you anywhere. I just want to talk,"

Epel groans, rolling his eyes dramatically. "That's what they all say. Well, what if I don't wanna talk, huh? Didja ever think of that?"

He takes the stumpy, broken end of the stick and beats it against the trunk a few more times for good measure.

You could've guessed as much.

"Okay, fine," you huff. "I was just trying to help."

"Help who, exactly? 'Cause if you really wanted to help, you'd be 'gettin me out of this dandy dorm!"

He tosses the branch aside, letting it tumble away. Splinters of bark and stick are splattered across the ground like blood at a crime scene, making a mess out of the perfectly manicured lawn.

You grimace. "I don't appreciate your tone,"

"Wouldja... would you... just... say it?" he hisses. "I'm sick and tired of pretending like insults aren't insults. Dressing 'em up doesn't make 'em any nicer, you know."

"...That's not what I was trying to-"

"If you have something to say, say it to my face!"

Epel takes a defensive pose, putting his hands on his hips and glaring back at you, challenging you to... something.

You don't take him up on his offer. He sighs and slumps against the shredded tree.

"I'm gonna get in heaps of trouble for this," he mutters, flicking a shard of wood off his blazer. "Aren't I?"

You sit down with him. "...Maybe. Sorry,"

"Not like it's your fault. You don't make the rules... you're just better at following them,"

Some of them, you think. But this isn't the time for that.

"Stupid dorm. Stupid Vil. I hate this place. And all my uniforms are itchy," he tugs at his collar to emphasize his point.

You can't help a smile. He looks all tired now, worn out from his tirade against the Pomefiore grounds. That defiant demeanor has melted back into subtle annoyance once again.

"...You know, for someone who insists he doesn't wanna talk, you sure love complaining,"

"Ha ha," he mutters. His eyes dart between you and the dorm behind you, and he smiles. "...You know, the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

"Oh?" you raise an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Epel nods solemnly, sticking to his story. "It is,"

You follow his example, turning to the dorm to check for lingering eyes, but no one's there.

"Well," you say, getting up and sitting back next to him. "I guess I'll have to test that out, huh?"

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #epel felmier x reader #queued

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cas-kingdom · 2 years ago

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Can you please write Damon cheering up sis!reader by taking her out for some 1 on 1 time? Maybe even some grumbling from Stefan when they get back home lol ❤️

"If this is what you call a date, I want you to know I'm not impressed."

Damon Salvatore rolled his eyes to the high heavens and punted a stone across the grass. "Would you stop your grumbling? God," he said, "you try to do something nice."

You dragged your feet totally unnecessarily. "I'm tired."

"You wouldn't complain like this if it were Stefan, would you?" He stared straight at you, immediately noting the hesitation flit across your face. He stopped. "Would you, you little snake?” You turned on your heel, walking backwards and sticking your tongue out. Damon grit his teeth and surged forward, making a swipe for you. You easily darted out of the way but wasn't as lucky the second time, your brother catching your head in the crook of his arm and mussing your hair.

"You're a vampire," he said above your screaming, "you can't get tired. Ooh, bunny rabbit."

He let you go, stumbling, and approached the oblivious black rabbit. You recovered and grabbed his wrist before he could snatch the animal.

"No, no, no, don't." Damon gave you a look and your mirrored it. "Just let it exist, D."

"Fine, but when I'm hungry later and wanna snack on a passing tourist, don't come crying." You slapped his shoulder and he leaned down, beckoning to his back.

"Come on, get on." You merely blinked in response and he rolled his eyes once more. "Get on, or I'm leaving you behind." You, figuring this was the only way you were getting to the top of the mountain, jumped onto his back with all the grace of a baby elephant. Damon, ever the drama queen, groaned under the weight. "Damn, sis, how much do you weigh?"

You kicked his hips. "Walk on, ass."

Damon had hauled you out of the house that morning without allowing you—or Stefan—a word in edgeways. "It's a date," he'd said when you’d protested, "we're going on a date." Said date apparently included hiking up the tallest mountain in Virginia.

You moved faster now you were off the ground, hanging around his neck with your cheek against the back of his head. Your eyes followed the moving view until Damon got to the top and the trees cleared. You lifted your head and dropped down as he let go of your legs. "Woah."

"What'd I tell you, kiddo?"

"It's beautiful."

"Yeah, I—" A sharp trill pierced the quietude at the top of the answer and Damon grumbled, reaching into his pocket to yank out his phone. The name caused him to audibly roll his eyes "—aw, seriously?" He put the phone to his ear. "Hi, bro. No, bro, I haven't kidnapped our sister. We're having a dandy old time, thanks very much. She's fine, we're fine, the bunny's fine, and don't even think about coming after us because you're not invited. This is a date." And with that, the phone was turned on silent and pushed right back into his pocket.

You crossed your arms over your chest and grinned, one brow raised. "Eloquent."

Damon rolled his eyes and sat at the edge of the mountain. "Come here. Come on, I won't let you fall." He rose a brow playfully. "Maybe."

You gave him a look but came to sit beside him anyway, making extra sure to be close enough that if the wind blew a little too hard and you did topple over the edge, he'd be able to grab you in time.

"I brought you here when you were a kid, you know?" Damon thought about that. "Well, more of a kid than you are now, I mean."

"Yeah?"

"Yup. Carried you all the way up. You said your legs were tired." He jabbed you in the side. "Guess some things don't change."

“Hey, I walked up most of it by myself.” You jabbed back.

“Yet the question remains…will you walk down by yourself?” He rose his brows in question. You narrowed your eyes but didn't respond, prompting your brother to snort.

"What did I think of it then?" you asked. The views were gorgeous, but you doubted you’d appreciated them as much when you were younger.

"Absolutely no idea. You fell asleep on the way up." Damon didn't sound impressed. You grinned. "Seriously. Busted my ass climbing up that hill and you weren't even awake to see all this."

"You didn't wake me up?"

"You were a deep sleeper."

"Belated sorry."

"Accepted."

You leant against him, your shoulders touching. "That's why you wanted to come today?"

Damon shrugged. "Seems a shame not to see it at least once." He paused. "And to spend some time together." You glanced up at him. "What?"

You said nothing. You shook your head and rested it against his shoulder, reaching to take his hand in yours. "I missed you too, big brother."

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fluffyfeatherfun · 4 months ago

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Dinosaurs can laugh! (Antoher Dandy's World Tickle Fic

Made another one speciallt for the requester to fuel their Lee!Shelly needs

Requested by: @mosaichunter (I ALSMOST PING THE WRONG PERSON)

Lee:Shelly

Ler:Vee (Yup, again!)

Starring:None, just two of them!

Word Count:1,585

Warning:This is a tickle fic, again. If you don't really like those kind of stuff, scroll pass

Bits of angst. Just a bit at the beginning but it'll tone down

((brackets like these are creator's notes in the fic))

Extra note:While this is technically connected to the previous fic , you don't need to read it in order to understand this fic.

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Shelly can hear the roaring cheer outside. She can feel the plastic texture of her dino toys. She can feel the cold stone floor beneath her. She can feel the scars on her heart. It hurts to know that the crowd outside dosen't even know her name. It hurts to know that the love she gets is just as little as the attention the kids pay when she talks about her dinosaur facts. It hurts that there are only a few toons who are aware of her problems. It hurts....

Until her thoguhts were cut short when she heard a creek from the woodeen door, follow by a familiar looking TV host((totally not because we just saw her last chapther)),follow by a powerful slam.

"Oh, your done already?"

Vee held a grudge from the loud blasting crowd behind, turning to Shelly and nodding with one foot on the door.

"Wish it was even earlier. Being a host is quite stressful sometimes. Now, what did yoy want to talk about when we were at the hallways? "

The ammonite's face switch to that of a teary looking one, darting down on the ground and not muttering a word until the TV head host broke the silence.

"Was it because you are being ignored again?"

"Wh-No! I promise this one is different." She waves her hands around in denial.

"Really? Tell me more about it." She respond, as she took a seat beside her.

It was hard for Shelly to make eye contact with how hard is it to word this new worry, but she still did her best to keep the point straight:

"I've been thinking a lot about..... Changing what's mainly about me.... To be more specific, my liking for dinosaurs. I tried a lot of things:baking, sewing, roleplay, even game hosting with the toons, but it's either I..... Don't enjoy it as much or I'm not as good at it.... Mostly the first point... "

She fiddles her fingers around, as tiny drops of tears fell on the floor. Vee can clearly she how desperate she is for just a little love, for just a little attention, for just a little recognition, so she pat her on the back to soothe her aching heart a bit and gives a pep talk:

"Hey there, dino girl, look at me."

"Hmm?"

"I know that dinosaurs aren't the most popular among the kids, but that dosen't mean it can't be interesting. There are so many fun ways to express it out, but that dosen't exactly mean your way isn't good. You know what they say:" Sometimes it takes time to find the right audience." etc etc.... "

She widens her eyes a bit, feeling a bit better with Vee's ramble (Or pep talk again I'M NOT REALLY GOOD WITH WORDS), as she countinues to listen to her:

"And besides, fame isn't everything. Sure, it seems like the greatest gift when you have lots of it, but when it dies down, what now? Barely anyone knows you, there is some new kind of thing that's all the rage, and worst of all, you know what was it like to be loved. Not to mention busy schedules and having little to no privacy. Seriously, I can't even remember the last time I had a nice and normal chat with Teagen. "

She quietly opens her shuttle, looking at the old, janky wries for a short moment in a bit of quivering sadness, before closing it and turning back to Shelly, who was just nodding her head this entire time.

It was quite the akward stare, to say the least, just for her to process everything Vee said and wipe her tiny tears.

Suddenly, a little idea spark in the television's CPU. Without scaring her too much, she taps on her fat dino finger(okay she dosen't really have those but cmon, think about it) to get her attention and spoke:

"Hey, I can prove that your dino knowlage does have some use."

Of coruse, you can't just say that to some person your trying to comfort and expe t them to understand. The ammonite's head tilts like a confused dog, before responding with a few studders:

"Wh-wh-what?"

Wagging her mic tail nervously, she scrathes the back of her antenna and replies back:

"Uhmmmm, how do I say this....... Could I........ Dust off your ribs?" (A luttle silly secret word of 'Can I tickle'. Aka the creator forgot the the term for secret word so her worsing is super off AHHH)

Her eyes light up in excitement as her dino tail wags rapid and her hands wave, turning around and fully exposing the area.

"Of course you can! I'm still not sure how that relates to what you said earlier, buttt I'll go with the flow."

With a smile on her face, Vee retracts her cold, metal fingers to give them little fur tips, before extending her arms to grab Shelly by the shoulders and wraps her mic wire tail around her body.

((Alright IK there might be too much creator notes, but this is important, I promise. I honestly don't think I can contently write both Shelly and Vee's names for this psrt since it rapidly switches the focus, so you, the reader will need to keep track of that. If you are reading this thank you :)))

Without warning, she felt a few of her top rib bones getting attacked by the fingers. That combined with the fact it's near her underarms, another vunerable spot, makes her burst of of laugther and flail her arms around helplessly. To say that she didn't expect her to immediately aim for it would be an understatement.

"VHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE, THAHAHAHTHAHHA WAHHAHAHAHA, GAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA."

As if that wasen't enough, the host positions her mic right in front of her mouth to amplify her laugther thoguh her speakers.

"You know, after what's possibly the longest gameshow, I could really use a bit of relaxing music to calm my wires down from the win of the other craft. Now, tell me, my deae ammonite, what's an interesting fact about dinosaurs and your sweet melt spot?"

Her blush was quickly forming on her face, especially with that little comment on her ribs. Regardless of how much tickles she is tanking, hiwever, she is still able to roll out one.

"AHAHAHA THEHEHEREHEHEHX HAHAHAHAS AHAHA SEHEHEHEHCHOHOHOHND SHEHEHEHEHET OHOHHOHOFHO RHIHIHIBS CHAHAHAHALLHEHED GASHHEHEHESTHAHAHAHLHIHIHIAS."

"Hmmmm, impressive! Perhaps you wouldn't mind naming me a flying dinosaur that flaps like your arms?"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ARHAHAHACHAHEHEHOHPTHEHERHEHEYHEHX DHOHOHOHEHEHS."

"Not sure how your able to say such a long name when your mind is as tangled as your body under my tickles, but I'll guve you credit for that. Perhaps we will need to increase the difficulty a bit more."

Giving her palms fluffy pads, she moves the the bridge of the sides and the belly, letting the it and the fingers work together around that area. This sudden increase of ticklish feeling jolts her body around and fills the room with even more of her laugthers.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NHOHOHOHOHOHOHT THEHEHEHEHEHERHEHEHEHE VHEHEHEHEHEHE. THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHTHEHAHTS MHIHIHIHY MHEHEHEHEHEHEHELT SPHOHOHOHOHHOHOT."

"Everywhere is a melt spot for you, silly. Say, what kind of dinosaur has the largest stomach and how much it can eat?"

"AHAHA BRHAHAHANCHIHIHOSHAHARHUHS CHAHAHAN EHAHAHAT FOHOHOHOHUR HUHUHUUHUHNDRHEHEHED THOHOHO NIHIHIHIHNE HUHUHUHNDHRHEHEHED PHOHOHOHHOUNDS OHOHOHOHOF LEHAHHEHAHEHAHAHFY GRHEHEHEHEHENS AHAHA DHAHAHAY."

"Wonderful, really, wonderful! Last question before I let you go:Can dinosaurs laugh?"

"WHAHAHAHAHAIT, WHAHAHAHAT?"

"Can a dinosaur laugh just as loud as you? Hmm"

She repeats, as her fingers got closer to the center of her stomach.

"IHIHIHHIHT DHOHOHOHNT HAHAHAHAHAVE THEHEHEHEHE ANHAHAHANSWHEHEER THOHOHOHO THAHAHAHAT!"

"I'm just joking, silly, I don't know the answer to that either."

See her nearly cracking up to a little mess, she suddenly retracts the fluffy pads awaywhile still holding her body. Shelly babbled around like an idiot for a minite or two before she realized that the tickling stop. Feeling relieved, she takes her time to catch her breath and wipe of all the sweat on her head(don't ask me how is Vee not affected by that). She wags her tail playfully around Vee's stomatch, not fliching her by even a bit. Before long, her lungs had ctahc enough air for her to verbalize some words:

"Hey, Vee, thanks alot..... Huff.... For the tickles...... I've been craving some since this morning....."

"Haha, no problem! Look, I do want to apologize for not really spending time with you these past few days. I've got a lot of events to headline, including my own gameshow."

"Yeah, I understand,.... Haha..... Say, how exactly did you prove my dino knowlage...... Was worth something.......? "

"Don't you see it, Shelly? You could just pop one out even under such laughter as if it was nothing! That dosen't just take knowlage, but also some fighting energy and lung capacity! I'm telling you, you're a real fighter for this. "

"Oh!..... Well that's new..... Maybe that explains why I accidentally crack Tisha's.... Knuckles a bit too hard yesterday....."

"..... You what now?"

"..... Yeah.... I may or may not have.... Broke her arm?"

"..... I'm not even going to question that. Anyways, my next gameshow could use snother contestant. Wanna join?"

"Your kidding?..... Of coruse I would!"

"Alright alright, I'll register your name later. Come on, let's get some soft tacos."

"But you can't eat food, can you?"

"A robot can dream, Shelly, a robot can dream."

And so, the TV host picked up the ammonite by the hand and took the other exit back to the toon rooms, leaving the aftershow on a sweet note.

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Thank you so much for your patience! Speaking honestly, I wish I could get thus done earlier, but hey, better late than never!

Let's thank Google for giving me some dino facts to incoperate into this fic, and thank my will to tease the requester the motivation to finush this fic! /silly

Have aa good day mate! And proud to say I enjoyed this fic alot more!

#fluffy feather posts #dandy’s world tickles #fluffy feather writes

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