#take little trip with meee

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

♡ ring pops, chocolates, proposals ! ♡

katsuki loves you throughout the years.

BOOM !! surprise extra on your foreheads !!! this is basically a lil extra to rpp from katsu n readers pov ! i thought it was cute n i hope yall enjoy it too <33 !! much luv xx

fem reader, slight anime n manga spoilers ! food (candy and chocolate), jealous katsuki, mentions of dicks bc katsuki calls someone one, katsuki n reader are in their 20s, reader loves rain, katsuki does not, proposal, kissinggg, reader likes romance (implied sligthly), katsuki does not (kinda), soft n emotional katsuki bc I LOVE HIM FIGHT MEEE!!! RAAHHH!!!, short n sweet, proposal, lmk if i missed sum else !! <33

"for you."

katsuki, age 6 stands in front of you. no more words are said from him as he looks off to the side, beet red face turned away from you with outstretched hands. and clutched tightly in his hands, a ring pop in your favourite color.

you beam, immediately taking it from him. "thank you, katsu !" you chirp, quickly popping the candy into your mouth. katsuki's shoulders relax when he sees you've taken the offering from him although he doesn't meet your eye fully just yet.

"do you wanna share ?" you ask sweetly, already reaching out your candy towards him seeing that he didn't have one of his one in hand. he furiously shakes his head, pushing your hand back towards you.

"no ! and this one's for you ! i already got one.." he insists, shoveling around in his backpack before the crinkle of a wrapper grabs both of your attention. he pulls out the bag of sweet ring pops and picks out an orange one for himself. showing it to you while his eyes drift away from yours. you smile, seeing that you can both eat candy together now.

"i-it's a ring. so..you're my wife," he states. your big eyes widen at him and his glowing red cheeks. you look back down at the candy you've been eating pressed around your finger. it's bigger than the rings you see on tv.

you like katsuki. he was a little rough sometimes, and he could be a little mean. but he always played with you and shared his coloured pencils. he'd sit in the reading corner with you and hold your hand when you'd go on field trips.

"oh, really ?" your face heats, he nods. "want you to be my wife, cus haruto's always lookin' at you..a-an' you're my friend. not his." he mumbles bitterly. you like haruto, he's nice to you, but not as much as katsuki. katsuki was your best friend.

"does that make you my husband then ?" katsuki gets red to the tips of his ears and his nose is practically pressed into the collar of his shirt but he nods anyways. you beam again, the taste of the flavoured candy still on your lips. " i like that !"

katsuki blinks at you, chubby little cheeks pulling into a smirk and he drops to sit down next to you roughly on the grass. finally popping his own ring in his mouth.

"then you're my wife, yeah ?" you nod and he grins, you hear the candy clack around his mouth. "means you're only ever gonna be with me." and you nod again happily because you like that, you like the thought of only being with katsuki, because he's your best friend ever.

"mhm !"

"..forever." he adds tentatively and when you nod again he snickers to himself.

wait till stupid deku hears about this.

valentine's day was fucking stupid. and white day was even stupider.

besides them being the corniest holidays ever, katsuki finds the whole concept stupid. why do you need an entire day just to grow the balls to tell someone you like them ? and the worst part is that some fuckers have the audacity to try that shit with you.

katsuki remembers when he'd started despising the stupid holidays. it was in his first year of middle school and you opened up your locker to see some chocolates and a hand written note.

it was cheesy. and fucking stupid. but you smiled about it.

you fucking liked it.

the bastard even had the nerve to walk up to you at the end of the day, when you're supposed to go home with katsuki and end up coming over to his house to do your homework together (so he could stare at you) then stay over for dinner and play some video games (so he could touch you, poke your sides to make you trip up and pinch your nose when you end up losing to him) or watch a movie (so he could hear you laugh)

you were supposed to be all his. but instead you reassure him that you'll be back in a second.

and katsuki's antsy and so annoyed his skin prickles, but he swallows it down and drags his feet towards the gates as he waits, like hell he'll leave you alone with some limp dick bastard.

he did feel better when you said you rejected the loser, and he felt much better when you still ended up spending the afternoon with him. but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

valentine's day and such was so fucking stupid in katsuki's eyes. but maybe you liked it ? you never cared much for romance outside of those stupid rom-coms you like, but maybe there was more to it.

katsuki couldn't admit it to himself then, but he hates the holidays because there's a whole day for him to grow some balls and ask you out. and yet he couldn't fucking do it.

until his first year at u.a. and you hand him a box of chocolates.

dark chocolate, you specified. "since i know you don't really like sweets all that much." you said. the slight tremble in your voice made him swallow harshly. it felt different than the chocolates you'd handed out to your classmates earlier (which he was absolutely not jealous about. at all.) and the sheer size of the box compared to the little baggies you'd handed spoke too.

these were different. these were just for him.

his bag feels extra heavy when he walks home that day, and he's never loved chocolate more than the day you'd made some just for him.

"the chocolates weren't bad." was all he'd texted you (he wasn't sure he'd be able to talk to you properly on the phone that day lest you heard the shakiness in his voice.) but he knew what he needed to do.

and a few months later, white day rolls around and katsuki still thinks it sucks. it's a stupid holiday. but he spent the entire day making these stupid holiday chocolates for you. and his ears burn when he tells you that he only made these for you, because you're the only one he cares about enough to make some stupid chocolates for on a holiday he hates.

and you smile, so bright and pretty and so you. and katsuki feels like he's on top of the world when you shyly kiss his cheek, your hand in his grip on your way home.

he guessed he'll have to tell his mom about this..and maybe think about thanking her.

the day katsuki plans to propose to you, it rains.

and not even regular rain, a fucking downpour.

and due to prior experiences and feelings he’s had since childhood, he fucking hates rain.

but you love it. when you were kids you loved jumping in puddles and during morning time, you were drowsier and more prone to falling asleep when it was raining. when you got older, you'd always gasp happily when it started to rain, even though katsuki scoffed every time you did, mean mugging the window. he'd asked you what you liked about rain every year you were together, because it was cold, it made the ground sloshy and slippery and it made his quirk basically obsolete when he was younger and harder to use the older he got. there was absolutely nothing fun about that. and you'd always tell him the same exact thing.

"i like it 'cus i just do." you'd respond simply. he always raised a brow at you, but let it be. he couldn't change your mind about it and that was it.

with his proposal plans down the gutter, you're cuddling bed. you yawn in his arms, the tapping against the window putting you at ease. katsuki can admit it's not ear grating, but he'd much rather it just—not rain at all. and he wishes that so much more now, stupid fucking rain..ruining his fucking plans to fucking marry you..

"why do you like this shit so much ?" he asks you the question he's been asking you for years now as you lay against his warm chest. he doesn't mean to do it, only realising he's been asking you this practically all his life after the fact. and it makes him realise how long you've been together when you calmly respond the way you always have, cheekily smiling up at him.

you stick your tongue out at him "i like it 'cus i just do."

oh. fuck.

katsuki doesn't know exactly why that sets him off. maybe because the fact you've been together for two decades makes him emotional. maybe it's because throughout all these years your answer hasn't changed and you haven't changed and your feelings haven't changed for him. you still smile up at him, you did when you were kids when he'd asked you to be his wife with those cheap ring pops he'd begged his mom to buy. you did in middle school even when he thought you had a crush on izuku for a while and it made him act in such an embarrassing way he doesn't want to remember it, but he does anyway. you smiled up at him when he'd asked you out with the chocolates he'd spend hours working on, making them perfect for you. and when he'd told you to just move in with him because "you're basically here all the time anyway."

you've always been there, and he's always loved you. since the day you'd mesmerised him so much at six years old he had to talk to his mom about you.

katsuki absolutely fucking hates rain, and he doubts that'll change anytime soon, and it ruined his perfect proposal. but he can't hear the rain in his ears anymore when he abruptly flips you onto your back to kiss you. all he hears in the tiny giggles you let out when he smacks three wet kisses onto your lips before diving in for a longer one. i love you, they say. he can only hear your fingers sneaking into his hair and scratching at his scalp and the happy sigh you let out when he runs his tongue across your lips.

"m'breath stinks," you mumble drowsily, katsuki grumbles, pulling away just far enough to tell you "i don't give a fuck." and diving in again. you squeal in surprise. it's all he hears.

"fuckin' love you." he grunts against your lips, you hum, briefly able to pull away to catch your breath to tell him you love him too, and pulling him closer to you, the rustling of your sheets, yours and his, is all he hears.

"yeah ? you love me ?" he whispers, going to nibble at your ear. he's all over you, pressing sloppy kisses along your neck and you giggle, "mhm, love you." you sigh.

"fuck.." he breathes again, bringing his face back up to yours he presses his forehead to yours "fuck—so," he places another kiss to your lips, he gulps "so marry me."

and then you blink at him "what ?" you breathe heavily, softly chuckling. and the rapid beating of his heart is all he hears, but then your eyes go glossy and you whisper, voice broken and wobbly "..what ?"

he huffs to himself, his hands search for yours and intertwine when he finds them. like the day he'd pulled you over to his mom so he could ask her to let you come over to play at his house. like when you'd offered it to him when he took you to prom and you looked more beautiful than he could ever utter. he wonders how you'd look during your wedding. he's thought about it more times than he can count.

he takes a deep breath, not pulling away "i wasn't supposed to tell you like this, fuckin rain.." he scoffs. "but—fuck, i just—you've always been there, always been with me. since i was a snot nosed fuckin' brat and at times were you shoulda left my ass." he's forgotten the shit he wanted to say, simply blurting out what's on his mind. he feels a little bad, because kirishima had helped him with his speech, but his heart beats too hard to care.

"but m'glad you didn't. m'glad you didn't before and i'm glad you haven't now 'cus i love you so fuckin' much." you let out a giggle mixed with a little sob at his constant nervous cursing and it makes him smile lightly too.

"i know there are times where i've been a pretty shit boyfriend but..but i mean it, y'know ?" he sniffs a bit, and you shake your head "you've never been a shit boyfriend, suki. just a bit of a pain in my ass sometimes," you giggle but your eyes are overflowing with tears. he chuckles and fights back tears of his own with a sniffle again.

"yeah, major pain..but even still i—when i told you i wanted you to be my wife back when we were kids, i meant it. an' when that fuckin loser tried to ask you out on valentines day in middle school, i wanted to knock his fuckin' teeth in." he smirks, and you try to hide your laugh with a gasp "wanted to tell him you were mine."

"you're such a baby. i remember how pouty you were about it."

" i wasn't pouty," he rolls his eyes, his smile doesn't disappear. he wipes away a tear about to roll down your cheek before you can get his your shirt sleeve wetter then it already is "you could've just told me back then," you whisper, holding onto the hand on your cheek and pressing a kiss to his palm. katsuki feels his heart swell.

"i should've told you a lot of shit back then," he laments. he remembers when shigaraki put holes in him and the constant flashes of you on his mind. when he woke up in the hospital and you'd been there and he just couldn't tell you those three words. he'd figured that since you were both alive, he could tell you later when shit was less..messy.

except shit kept getting messier, and then when katsuki blew a hole into his heart he'd wished he could've told you how much he loved you.

but then he had gotten another chance, another chance to be with you. to be the best damn boyfriend in the world like he'd promised you he'd be, to make you happy, and he didn't care if shit got even messier, he didn't care to be scared. when he woke up with his mom and dad, a doctor and you. everything else blurred in his mind and despite your runny nose and your mix of how much you'd missed him and how worried you were but also scolding him on how much of a dummy he was, katsuki couldn't help but smile.

his mom still teases him about how the first words that he'd blurted out after waking up from his operation getting chastised by doctors were "fuck, i love you."

"but, i won't regret not telling you shit anymore. i won't wait any longer either," he kicks out of the sheets, reaching for the lowest drawer of his nightstand to pull out a little red box, grabbing you with him and placing you down right in front of him. he kneels down on one knee, like when he used to tie your shoelaces for you because you didn't know how to, and how he does to this day because 'you want to crack your head against the side walk so bad, but i don't wanna see that shit.'

he grabs your hand, and with a wobbly voice asks you "will you marry me ?"

and finally, katsuki stops hearing his own heart beat and hears the gentle tapping of the rain, still pouring, but it puts him slightly at ease when you nod and squeal out a 'yes !'

<33

[startaee]

your friends hate you for making your crush on katsuki so goddamn obvious. it's supposed to be their job to accidentally push you into him, or ask you about your type when he's coincidentally in the elevator going to class. but they don't even get to enjoy it, because you're just that down bad. you're tripping on air to just crash into him like some 90's Bollywood romcom. but it never happens, he just takes a step aside letting you fall face forward into the hard pavement. you've done it so many times now. your friends are the ones who are embarrassed.

not just that...when you're all in the elevator with him and Kirishima, on your way to class...you suddenly start talking about how you just love rock music and are trying to get your hands on those really really cool skull tees....but to no avail, because when the elevator reaches the class floor, he's walking past you with airdopes blasting loud music, and a really blushy Kirishima following him.

does he know about your little crush on his best friend? is he gonna tell him? or is he not??

i can never get over those silly goofy feelings from college,, and katsuki w this trope just kills meee so good. i'll write it again and again

© startaee 2024. do not copy, translate or repost .

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[munsster]

road trip (trope bingo)

A/N: thought i might try this format out. also introducing a new face to my tumblr repertoire. i’ve written marvel before, just never on this site. enjoy!! (gif creds: @bubbarnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You think Bucky is shallow for rejecting a pretty stranger in North Dakota. Little do you know. 1.6k words

Warnings: fluff, dummies not talking about their feelings, pet names (doll), slight angst but resolved, perhaps mutual pinging, a really good hug, playful bullying, cursing

"Ooh, she's cute."

You've been doing this for over an hour. He's downed at least four coffees by now. And the worst part is you call it finding a suitable mate. But he's just not interested in the women you're scouting for him at a rest stop a few miles out from Fargo, North Dakota. He would've just left, gone and sat in the truck, but he'd feel bad leaving you rambling to yourself when you're the one paying for this meal.

"Come on, Buck, you're no fun," you huff, dropping your spoon into the thick mug now emptied of hot cocoa.

"You're right. Can we go now?" He starts to slide out of his seat when you scoff. He goes still like a deer in headlights. This should be fun.

"James Buchanan, you're telling me none of the lovely ladies in this diner tickle your fancy? Not even third barstool? She's tall, Buck, like... model tall," you suggest with your brows raised.

"I'm not... we're in North Dakota, you think that's what I'm lookin' for?"

"Just one date! You wouldn't take her on one, single date? The little bar across the street seems sensible, why not?"

"Um—"

"Tell meee," you whine, leaning over the sticky, vinyl tablecloth with a pout.

He shrugs. "Not my type."

"Bullshit. She's everybody's type. She's my type, Bucky. Are you blind or just plain stupid?"

"I'm not interested."

You pull a face like you're offended on her behalf. Bucky rolls his eyes and wishes you'd drop it.

"Oh, I get it," you say. Leaned back, arms stretched across the length of the seat, you huff and glare at him. "You think you're too good for her, huh? Just 'cause she's a North Dakota ten, and you're a Brooklyn eight, you think that makes you better, don't you?"

"What? An eight?" he mumbles, shaking his head.

"Ugh, you men gross me out sometimes. Massive egos, teensy little brains," you say, slapping a twenty on the table and standing with a vicious squint. "Well, let me learn you something, James"—you loom over him and poke your pointer finger at his chest—"you're shallow, and you're no better than her. You prob'ly couldn't take her out if you wanted to. Goodnight."

You huff and walk away, but he chuckles and calls after you: "It's noon, doll." Flipping him off, you march out into the parking lot. He considers the woman for a moment. You called him a Brooklyn eight. She's pretty, he'll admit, but he wasn't lying when he said he wasn't interested. Bucky's seen the far stretches of the Earth, which means he's seen women of all forms. Accountants and soldiers from all over, all professions, all languages. All beautiful. But nothing intrigues him quite as much as you do.

...

"Did you ask her out, or are you choosing to remain a coward?" You've got your boots propped on the dashboard, the truck bumbling eighty down the highway. An emery board swipes back and forth at your middle fingernail as you snap your bubblegum.

"Come on, doll, play nice. We're leavin' anyway, didn't want to hurt her feelings," he grumbles.

"Tough. Doesn't make you any less of a pussy, Barnes."

You flick the nail file at his cheek and drop your feet heavily on the hot car mat. You called him a Brooklyn eight. You cringe at the remembrance while Bucky revels in it. He even grinned stupid all the way back to the parking lot. To himself, but still. He hates how deep under his skin you are. He hates how he likes the itch.

His tongue twists with all the things he could have said. He should have said. But he grips the steering wheel tight and drives till you cross the border into Minnesota.

"Wanna go anywhere before Wisconsin? They've got... lakes here," he shyly suggests, voice soft, hoping you'll just ignore him and turn up the radio. He doesn't think you'll ever ignore him, even if he did prefer it.

"Only if I could push you into one of them."

"Listen, kid—"

"Kid? That's great, Bucky. It's getting dark, why don't we just find a motel." You cross your arms. The cold is getting to you. Even in a down jacket and two pairs of pants. It gets like that up north.

He does what you tell him because the last thing he needs is for you to hold another grudge against him. This one's quaint, so he gets the last double available, chuckling nervously when the older woman at the front desk mistakes you for a married couple.

"Sure you don't want a single, honey? Not gettin' any kids outta separate beds—"

"Nope—thanks, miss—that's—double is fine, double's perfect, thanks," he huffs. You chuckle.

She gives a rolling, belly laugh, head tossed back as she croaks, "Won't file any noise complaints against youse! Have a fun night."

"Geez, she was great," you sigh, still smiling from the ridiculous interaction. You flop face down onto the bed closest to the window, rattling the ice from the crevices in your boots. It crunches to the floor and you wriggle out of your coat as Bucky locks himself into the pale yellow bathroom.

He starts mumbling from the other side of the door, so you sit up and toe your boots onto the floor with a thud. Digging your fingertips into the edge of the hastily tucked sheets, you stare at a wine stain in the middle of the beige carpet. At least it smells nice in here. Even if half the lights are out, and cable doesn't come through clear enough to watch.

You find yourself, cheek pressed to the door, eyes wide as you listen through the flimsy wood.

"I don't think so, Steve. No, listen, it's like... beyond repair. She wouldn't take an apology even if I knew what i was sorry for—no—she's way too good for me, I can't do that to her."

Still moping over women found in North Dakota's lowest rated diners? That's highly unlike him. But even Bucky's a wildcard six-thousand miles into a roadtrip. You press closer, chewing your lip and closing your eyes.

"No, no, everything—this stuff's easier for you, pal, you don't get it, 'kay? I'm just saying... I mean, even a stranger thought we were married"—What—"has to mean something, right? Even strangers are realizing... there's something... there. I just don't want to accidentally—no, I know, not like that, I mean...well, I like her a lot and I don't want it to scare her—"

You back up slightly, hands held in front of you like surrender. Not out of fear, but realization. That's why he didn't ask her out. Or even fish for her number. Because—

You hit the floor with a thump.

"Steve. I gotta go."

The door whips open and floods the room with warm light. You scramble to your feet.

"Were you... I was just talking to... Did you hear any of that?"

You shake your head. He shoves his hands into the shallow pockets of his jeans.

"Okay," he says with a nod, "good." He blows hot air out of his mouth and runs a swift hand through his hair. But he doesn't meet your eyes. Like a little kid so terrified of fibbing that he'd rather swim deeper into the abyss than float to the surface. Can't catch his damn breath around here.

"So..."

"Goodnight, Bucky!" you chirp, turning on your heel with a whoosh of air. And he stops you in your tracks, hand on your bicep. You don't turn back around, stuck staring at the foot of your bed.

"Doll," he whispers, roped up by fear and a pinch of self-pity. Attending his own funeral with a sick smile on his face. "Just how much did you hear."

You spin on the balls of your feet, going hot in the face, fueled by the electricity at his fingertips. "A lot."

"Oh."

You nod and try your best non-psychotic smile. "Sorry."

"No, no... don't be," he says, trying his own. So you're just a couple of smirking idiots at a stalemate in a stale motel room. A couple of idiots with feelings for each other. Unresolved feelings. Unspoken, too.

"I actually—could I?" You point behind him into the cramped bathroom, and he lets go of you like it's his last move before you put him in check. Before he has to hand you the game. Though, he'd do that in a heartbeat. Every game of his is yours. "Thanks."

"No problem." He shuts his eyes when you close the door with a calculated tenderness. Like you don't want to frazzle his poor heart.

But then why would you open the door again? Why would you wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle into his back? Why would you make it all so much worse and spread your fingers over his abdomen, taking a deep breath when he runs his hand down your forearm and turns to face you. Then you melt with his strong arms holding you thisclose.

"Like you a lot, too, Barnes. You're just a big dunce a lot of the time. But that's like... half the draw or whatever," you mumble into his shoulder. And you've never been this close, and he thinks he could pass out. Become a chalk outline in a dusty motel in Minnesota. But if it happened like this, he'd be okay with that statistic.

marvel masterlist

[shunsuiken]

DON’T FORGET WHO’S TAKING YOU HOME (and in whose arms you’re gonna be).

pairing(s). kaeya, childe, ayato, kaveh, neuvillette x fem!reader

genre. fluff

wc. 200-400 for each character

an. AND SING WITH ME 🎤🎤 SO DARLING SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR MEEE michael buble literally left no crumbs with this song i had to write about it omg + ALSO happy valentines day everyone !!! i may not have a valentine this year but im happy to post this for anybody feeling a little lonely today !! you are so so loved okay ?!!! come and collect a kiss from me before reading on 💋 MUAH have a lovely valentines day !!! <33

kaeya alberich

you’re really good at hiding, kaeya thinks to himself with a huff and a smile on his lips. searching all over the plaza for you was making him break a sweat in his navy blue tuxedo. with another turn around the corner he decides to remove his tuxedo jacket for the time being, folding it over his arm to carry instead.

“no, no, no klee! stop it! you can’t play with your things here, if you blow things up-”

“-master jean will put me in solitary confinement…”

oho, kaeya recognises these two voices very well. he finds it so hilarious that at the end, his feet lead him right to you! not even a single thought was processed as he turned the corner two seconds ago but here you are.

he hides behind the large potted plant, listening to the conversation you and the beloved spark knight share. he stays there until it becomes quiet between you two.

“kaeya, you peacock, i know it’s you.”

kaeya lets out a baffled noise, finally showing himself from behind the plant, offended by the ridiculous nickname you gave him. “snowflake, how dare you?”

“klee, don’t eavesdrop on people like this man when you grow older, yeah?” you point animatedly at your lover, who’s folding his arms and scoffing at you.

klee only giggles, nodding her head. “i gotta go find albedo now!” you watch as she skips off towards the plaza, waving goodbye.

you then turn towards your next problem that stands behind you. “i thought you were out dancing?”

“i was, but they’ll start playing the last dance soon and how can my last dance not be with you?” your lover walks towards you, pulling you closer by your waist with his free arm. you immediately wrap your arms around his neck, smiling softly at his intentions.

you hear an announcement echoing from the plaza before you can reply, and you figure it might have been mika because of how timid the voice sounded.

“good evening everyone, please bring all your friends and company over for the last dance of the night!”

“sounds like our queue.” you slide your arms off his shoulder to grab his hand, pulling him with you without warning.

“oh snowflake, hold on-” kaeya almost trips on air and the sounds of your laughter bounce off the concrete floor and walls as you drag him down the staircase leading to the plaza.

childe

you can never refuse ajax’s request for a dance, because he won’t take no for an answer. especially when it comes to dancing. your feet hurt so much. you’re so ready to just fall on top of your bed and go to sleep. but the only thing that keeps you wide awake, heart pumping and everything is the look on your lover's face.

his gaze usually has this inhumane and dull look to them, but you find that whenever he looks at you or when he participates in something he loves, his gaze finally twinkles. it works so miraculously too. like all of a sudden life was returned to him and he could see.

the smile on your lips grows when you think about this. you think it’s sweet how you’re one of the reasons that the life in his eyes returns.

ajax notices the tighter grip you hold on his forearm, making his lips curl in curiosity. “what’s going on in your head, baby?”

you zone in on the situation, you’re still dancing, and you shake your head in response. “nothing, ajax.” you want to keep your thoughts to yourself but when ajax smiles at you like that, with the most expectant look on his face, you can’t help yourself. “actually, i just thought about the dance.”

he twirls you around to the music before connecting arms with you again. “you just thought about the dance?” his brow quirks in amusement.

“no, no not like that,” you say with a sheepish chuckle before continuing, “i just thought that this number is the longest one so far.”

“well of course,” ajax responds with an eye smile. “it’s the last song.”

“it… is?” you look up at ajax while trying to fight the urge to look anywhere else.

if this is the last song… and you’re dancing with him… then that can only mean-

when the choreography allows ajax to pull you against his chest, he leans down so he can whisper in your ear, “you will be my final dance partner tonight.”

kamisato ayato

these few days at fontaine have been strumming the strings of your heart like a guitar—ayato has been spending so much time with you that you’re beginning to think of such ridiculous conclusions. his eyes that linger on your face, his hand that hovers on the small of your back when leading you out of a hall and it’s just these little things that he does with you that makes you want to claw an entire curtain off its rod. one time he even poured you a glass of wine before taking a sip with the same glass—it’s like he’s forgotten he’s the yashiro commissioner!

thoma and ayaka barely bat an eye. but also, they’ve known ayato for much longer than you have since you were a recent (and lovely) addition to the little family. so… perhaps this is just how he acts?

“uh-huh, when he’s courting someone that is.”

the sentence that thoma said offhandedly is the only thing that rings through your mind. but your thoughts must’ve shone through your expression because ayato is quick on his feet to smoothly guide you off the dance floor, gloved hand still holding yours as he brings you to a less crowded area—the balcony.

“you appeared to be distracted, that’s why i pulled us away,” ayato breaks the silence and your train of thoughts.

he’s still holding my hand—is what you’re repeating in your head. your eyes can barely focus on a single object within your field of vision. your bottom lip quivers at the revelation you’re carefully starting to uncover.

“i am not distracted,” you inhale sharply when you accidentally meet ayato’s gaze. “i…” your brows crease as you try to get words out of your mouth.

ayato brings your hand up to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand and you can physically feel the blood rush up to your fingertips. “would my lady like to return to the hotel?”

your voice leaves your throat in but a hoarse whisper, “what did you just call me?”

you hear a chuckle from ayato and it makes you snap your head around in embarrassment. this new term of endearment rolls off his tongue way too easily, the rascal must have been practicing!

“oh no, no, no, my lady, you must look at me,” a grin appears on ayato’s face at your attempts to hide your expression and when he finally gets you to look at him, you’re caged between his arms.

“why would you call me that?” you whine at his teasing.

“well i just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore,” ayato murmurs, a dust of pink decorating his cheeks. “will you allow me to call you that?”

kaveh

three hours. it’s been three hours since you and kaveh decided to learn a cute couples dance routine ‘for funsies’. whose idea was this again? weren’t you two supposed to be just friends? doesn’t kaveh have a client meeting tomorrow that he should be preparing for?

“so we do this—then this and then we’re supposed to oh—!”

the silence is deafening. the song playing in the background fades as you both stare at each other, even mirroring the same expression. eyes as wide as saucers. lips just inches from connection.

kaveh’s breath fans over your lips and you can hear the audible gulp he makes at the closeness. he’s also entirely aware that the red in his cheeks has reached his ears by now. while you, on the other hand, have started hearing the percussion of your heart in your own eardrums.

“o-oh…” your legs are frozen in place and hang on a second, why haven’t either of you let go?

his hand is respectfully sat on your waist, while the other is occupied holding your hand. you hear him inhale and it grabs your attention before you can get anymore lost in his gaze. his gaze observes your lovely face, eyes flickering from one feature to another as he whispers, “has anybody ever told you you’re pretty up close?”

you shake your head ever so slightly. “no.”

kaveh likes this answer, humming as he ponders for a moment.

your eyes sparkle when that handsome smile of his appears on his lips. he chuckles shortly at your expression, your palm feels so warm when connected with his.

“i’m glad i’m the first to tell you.”

neuvillette

“oh dear, neuvillette,” you chuckle softly, walking towards him as he takes another sip of his water. he stands in a more secluded corner of the hall, briefly greeting guests with a nod of the head. which is why he stands out like a sore thumb—arctic white hair, designer blue suit and a piercing gaze.

but that gaze doesn’t fool you. the dragon sovereign is probably pondering on retiring for the night and is only still present to keep up with appearances.

“yes, lady y/n?” it’s to nobody’s surprise that he heard you from metres away.

when he turns around, your eyes immediately land on the problem you’ve sensed since you returned from the dancefloor.

“your tie,” you reply, standing in front of his figure, nonchalantly raising your hands in preparation to adjust the garment. “will you allow me to fix it?”

the gears in neuvillette’s mind pause abruptly at your question. he certainly has no problem readjusting his own tie. his hands aren’t holding anything else other than his cup of water—which he can definitely put down on a nearby table!

but why can’t he bring himself to say no?

the ‘of course’ leaves his lips faster than he would have liked, but that’s no matter, your expression shows no sign of displeasure. instead, he watches your sweet smile brighten.

when your fingers reach the tie, neuvillette notices how you tiptoe to reach him. so he does what any normal person would do—he leans down.

it catches you off guard, the tips of your fingers just slightly grazing against his neck in the process. you profusely apologise in whispers to which neuvillette can only chuckle at.

“it is no trouble lady y/n, i appreciate the kind gesture.” the corner of neuvillette’s lips curve, his hands neatly tucked behind him as he allows you to redo his tie.

neuvillette’s lips only seem to further break into a smile as he watches you pat on the tie in completion.

“there, all finished.” you look up at the iudex, chuckling, “you ought to learn how to do this yourself.”

neuvillette hums, “perhaps you could teach me.” he takes your hand, gently brushing his lips against your knuckles before kissing it. “but for now a dance shall suffice, would you care to join me?”

[kitten4sannie]

27 - ꜰᴜʀʀʏ/ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ - ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

ꜱᴘɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍɪʟᴋ

pairing: fox hybrid! wooyoung x cat hybrid! reader (fem) feat. owners seongjoong

summary: you mess around with a new hybrid playmate while your owners go out to eat.

w.c: 3.4k

warnings: dom leaning! wooyoung, sub leaning! reader, these mfs are in HEAT, subspace stuff, pet names, praise, kissing, food play, nipple play (m receiving), grinding, breeding kink (it’d be an actual crime if i didn’t include this) unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: on all levels except physical i am a kitty - meow

okay but fr i’ve always wanted to write a hybrid au so i’m so glad i finally did!! it was so fun ahhhh <3 also there's only one more fic to go ;; thank you for coming on this filthy journey with meee <3

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“Y/N, I’m home!” your owner Hongjoong called out, standing near the doorway of his apartment next to his friend Seonghwa, who he had a fat crush on, and of course, his companion Wooyoung, a beautiful red fox hybrid who was a sneaky little troublemaker with a heart of gold. “And I brought company, so make sure you have some clothes on!”

Ears twitching at the sound of your owner’s voice, you pulled yourself out of the cat nap you were taking on Hongjoong’s bed and pounced into his open closet to find one of his oversized hoodies and some booty shorts to put on. Yawning dramatically, you headed out into the living room, seeing Seonghwa give you a smile and a wave. You reciprocated, but suddenly went still upon seeing the hybrid you had never encountered before besides the times Hongjoong made you interact with him over FaceTime, your tufted ears now on high alert.

Wooyoung reacted differently, his mind yelling ‘Kitty! Must scent!’, immediately heading in your direction to do just that, but getting pulled back when Seonghwa placed his hands onto his shoulders, hearing him go ‘uh-uh-uh.’

Hongjoong walked over to you and gave you a hug, running his hand down your fluffy tail to get it to go from a standing position to a relaxed one. “Don’t be so scared, sweetheart. You’ve talked to him before. He’s been really excited to meet you in person, you know.” Seeing your apprehension, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, stroking your hair in a comforting manner. “I just thought you could hang out with someone new. Do you remember me telling you about this a couple days ago? How Daddy wants you to meet new hybrids so you can socialize?”

You thought about it for a minute, going back through the past week, your freshest memory being of your trip to the mall with Hongjoong. He bought you a new plushie and some new cat grass after you tossed the other one off of the balcony when you were having a fit. He used half of the spray bottle on you that day.

“Uh…not really,” you replied honestly, idly grabbing onto Hongjoong’s sleeve and holding it, looking past him, studying the fox that was staying still in his owner’s grasp. He didn’t look too scary now that you weren’t so caught off guard by a person who wasn’t your owner or his boyfriend. Friend. You weren’t sure because Hongjoong always got pouty whenever you asked. You tilted your head, finding Wooyoung’s outfit to be really adorable. He had a few pink heart-shaped clips in his hair, keeping some of his cherry-red bangs out of his eyes. He was wearing a cute oversized sweater too, one that was hanging off one of his shoulders and had a tiny heart over the chest. To make you ever more jealous of his look, he was wearing your favorite brand of athletic shorts, ones with white stripes going down the sides. You wanted to take a trip to his closet one day. You were tired of exploring Hongjoong’s, only ever finding empty bottles of cat nip that you had raided without his knowledge and random books about romance.

Wooyoung’s white-tipped fox ears perked up upon eye contact, his nose twitching a few times, taking in your scent from far away. It was comforting. Like fresh laundry and some kind of soap. Sniff. Kiwi scented soap, to be exact. Would your skin taste like kiwis too? He would have to conduct an experiment. Hopefully, you would like him, so he could get close. He loved kitties. He really liked to tease them and get them all riled up, always wanting to watch their tails puff up, but Seonghwa told him not to do that anymore. It worked out though, because his favorite thing was when he made them purr. It always made him feel really warm inside, sometimes so warm he felt like his tummy was on fire.

Hongjoong sighed, but gave your head a reassuring pat, causing you to push your head into his hand when he started to pull it away, patting it some more as a result. “Well, it’s time you met Wooyoung in person, don’t you think?” You gave him a small nod, opting to climb onto the large plush couch and sitting with your tail curled around you. Hongjoong walked over to you and murmured, “You might become good friends, sweetheart. Plus, he brought you some snacks so be a good girl and tell him thank you, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” you nodded, nuzzling your owner’s hovering hand, before looking to Seonghwa, who gave you another soft smile and released his grip on Wooyoung. You blinked for a second and the eager fox hybrid was already sitting on the couch next to you, setting down the plastic bag he had and leaning in to give your neck a few sniffs. You smelled even better up-close, unknowingly encouraging him to move his face into your soft hair, his nose brushing over your human ear, making you shiver. You stayed still, getting used to his scent as well. It was warm like cinnamon sticks and sweet like maple syrup. Yummy. Neither of you spoke, simply taking in each other’s scents and body language, exchanging intense eye contact, as though you were figuring each other out.

Hongjoong walked back over to Seonghwa and leaned against him, elbowing him gently in the ribs through his long, black coat. “Do you think they’ll be fine on their own?”

“I think so. They’re both well trained.” Seonghwa nodded his head, smiling down at Hongjoong, suddenly rubbing his stomach and groaning when he felt hunger pains. “We should probably head to the restaurant soon. I’m starving.”

Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa said bye to the both of you, but neither of you were really paying attention, only waving your hands in their direction, your eyes still locked onto one another’s, getting closer and closer as time went by.

Hongjoong grabbed his bag and coat, then headed to the door with Seonghwa, only stopping once he closed the door behind the both of them. Seonghwa walked a few feet down the hall, but stayed still when he realized that Hongjoong was standing still. “What’s wrong?” he asked, pushing a hand into his coat pocket.

Locking the door, Hongjoong caught up to Seonghwa, saying concernedly, “Y/N hasn’t been fixed. Is Wooyoung fixed?”

Walking down the hallway at a leisurely pace, Seonghwa hit the elevator button, realizing, “No, actually. Do you think that’ll be a problem?”

Remembering how cautious you were around Wooyoung, Hongjoong shook his head and laughed at the thought of you actually engaging with Wooyoung in such a way. Plus, you never showed that kind of interest in anyone, except for him. He didn’t have anything to worry about. “No, I think we’re probably fine. She’s a good girl.” Stepping into the elevator with Seonghwa, he looked down at his friend’s hand, which was mere inches away from his, gulping, his ringed fingers twitching slightly.

“Wooyoung’s feisty, but won’t push anything on another hybrid if they disapprove.” Watching the numbers on the elevator slowly go down, Seonghwa pressed his shoulder into Hongjoong’s smaller one, able to notice how he tensed up. The backs of his fingers just barely began to brush over his friend’s, making him feel warm, but not able to pull through and actually attempt to hold his hand.

“That’s good.” Hongjoong focused intently on the numbers on the screen above him, taking in a deep breath and moving his fingers against Seonghwa’s, just barely interlocking their pinky fingers together.

“Good, yeah,” Seonghwa replied softly, his heart about to beat out of his chest, swallowing his nerves down like he would with the wine he was about to drink at the restaurant. He squeezed Hongjoong’s pinky against his own. “Very good.”

“Absolutely.” Hongjoong felt like he was going to melt into the floor, not realizing he was holding his breath until he started to feel a little lightheaded.

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“Youngie,” you accidentally blurted out, shivering as Wooyoung’s rough tongue came in contact with your neck, whining when he pulled the collar of your hoodie down to get better access to your collarbone area. He said he wanted to see if you tasted like kiwis because of Hongjoong’s soap. You weren’t sure if it worked like that, but it couldn’t hurt to try. Though, it tickled a lot and Wooyoung’s scent was making you feel really warm.

Wooyoung let out a small chirp-like sound of approval at your nickname for him, stopping mid-lick to push his head into yours, nuzzling you. “I like that, Kitty. Keep calling me that.”

Your ears flattened into your hair, and your heart thumped away inside your chest. “Okay, Youngie. Please call me Kitty from now on too. I like it.” Running your fingers over the wet sections of your neck, you asked, “So did it taste like kiwi?”

“Uh-uh.” Wooyoung pouted for a second, only to smile brightly when he remembered about the snacks he brought. He turned his body to reach into the plastic bag next to him, pulling out two cartons of strawberry milk and handing you one, taking out a bag of de-pitted cherries as well. Seonghwa always took the pits out so he didn't have to worry about Wooyoung choking. “Snack time!”

Poking the straw through the box and taking a few gulps of the drink, you jumped slightly and turned your body towards the other hybrid’s, remembering Hongjoong’s words. “Thank you, Youngie.”

Slurping a couple cherries into his mouth and gobbling them down without much thought, he turned his body towards yours as well, speaking with his mouth full, “Welcome, Kitty. Want a cherry?” When you nodded, he took a bite of another one and pressed it to your lips, tilting his head to the side when you gingerly nibbled on it, your cheeks flushed. “Something wrong?”

“It’s an indirect kiss,” you murmured shyly, taking the rest of the cherry into your mouth when he pushed it inside and chewing it.

Wooyoung took a sip of his milk, batting his long eyelashes at you, his big, bushy tail idly flicking at one of your bare thighs. “You want a direct one?”

“I-i mean, well, um…yes…” you stuttered out, barely able to handle Wooyoung pouncing on you, almost making you knock your milk carton over. He smelled so good. So yummy. You really wanted to taste him.

“Here I come, kitty cat.” Resting one hand near your head on the cushion below and leaning down towards you, he took a bite of a cherry and chewed, pressing it down onto your lips and rubbing the juices around. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips onto yours, idly licking the sweetness off of them, slowly deepening the kiss once you lowered your carton to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He blindly reached for another cherry or two. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Lick. Lick. Lick. Wooyoung’s tongue began to eagerly explore your mouth, licking at the roof of your mouth and at one of your inner cheeks, eventually focusing on your rough tongue, slurping it into his mouth like he did with the cherry and sucking on it. With your bodies and fluffy tails entwined, the fox hybrid began to rut himself against you out of habit, his hardened cock rubbing deliciously on your clit, the material of your tiny, thin shorts offering you pleasure as well.

Mewling into the hybrid’s mouth, you broke the kiss, your glistening lips connected with a few strings of saliva, your combined pheromones making the both of you feel like you were on fire and in need of more stimulation. Now feeling comfortable, you took the half-empty milk carton from his hand and pushed him onto the floor, hearing him let out a surprised yelp, not wasting any time landing down onto him with one leg in between his and the other pressing on the outside of it. “Kitty wants to play. Kitty wants to taste Youngie.”

Wooyoung took the carton from you and lifted his sweater up and over his tiny pink nipples, tilting the carton, pouring the milk onto the both of them, purring, “Taste me, Kitty. I know you want milk.”

As your pupils grew to the size of saucers, you leaned yourself down onto him, lapping the sweet, sticky liquid from his nipples one at a time, sucking on them to make sure you cleaned them properly. “Mm, yummy. More, Youngie. More milk.”

Flustered and turned on, Wooyoung felt like he was about to blow his load from feeling your tiny sandpaper-like tongue on his sensitive chest. He poured a bit more milk onto his chest, the liquid eventually trickling down his abdomen. When you dove back in to lap up the milk from his puffy nipples, your tongue slid back and forth over them at an increasingly desperate speed, making him moan more and more, unable to hold back. “Feels really good. Kitty’s making Youngie feel so hot.”

Your pussy pulsed and your ears twitched slightly from the praise you were receiving. It made you want more. You dragged your tongue down his soft body, still lapping at the milk, moving lower and lower until you got to the waistband of his shorts. Sniffing at the smell of pre-cum soaking through the thin material, you instinctively rubbed your cheek against his clothed cock, giving it a few experimental licks, feeling it twitch against your tongue.

Wooyoung whined softly, pulling his shorts down, his cock springing up into your face, your eyes focusing on the shiny reddened tip. “I have more milk for you, Kitty. Lick and suck, and it’ll come out.”

“Okay, Youngie.” You were familiar with oral because Hongjoong always let you do it to him when he woke up with morning wood, giving you a tummy full of cum to tide you over until breakfast. Feeling your shorts stick to your pussy with a heavy amount of arousal, you licked up the shaft like you were working with a dripping ice cream cone, slowly allowing it into your warm mouth and bobbing your head at a steady pace, drooling onto it.

Wooyoung arched his back, grasping at the carpet below with his free hand, whining and moaning, his voice coming out higher-pitched than before. "So good," he sighed out, gazing down at you with glossy, dilated eyes. "Don't stop, Kitty..."

You alternated between licking all around it and sucking on it, your rough tongue sending shivers up his spine, his fluffy tail jolting every now and then. When you pushed the majority of Wooyoung's pulsing cock into your mouth, the fox moaned wantonly, letting go of the milk carton, not noticing when it began to leak out into the plush carpet. He was too focused on how good it felt to have a pretty kitty play with his cock. So good, he might-

“Mmm…!” you reacted, feeling Wooyoung’s cum spilling down your throat, pulling away to have it shoot out onto your tongue in spurts. You swallowed it down in gulps, his cum so hot and thick it made you crave more, but wanting it inside your pussy instead. “Want more milk. Want it inside me. In my special place.”

Wooyoung’s ear rotated in different directions, his cock instantly coming to life upon hearing your soft-spoken request. “Kitty can have all of my milk,” he answered, reaching down to help you slip out of your shorts, a long, thick bead of arousal dripping off of your cunt and onto his twitching length. “Come on, kitty cat. Let’s breed~”

Wooyoung’s words made your brain short-circuit, not even realizing what was happening until you got onto the hybrid's lap, feeling something warm and heavy filling you up to the brim, your tight cunt already clenching around whatever was pumping in and out of you. Oh, Youngie’s thick cock. It was already deep inside you, sending pleasant chills up your spine, your fluffy tail coiling around one of the fox’s thighs. "Youngie," you purred, not even moving yourself, simply letting the fox eagerly slam his hips up into yours, the loud slapping sounds like music to your fluffy ears. You loved the sound of breeding. It made you feel so warm. So hot.

Panting, Wooyoung made a low, guttural sound, his pupils blown wide, suddenly grabbing your body and switching your positions, this time laying himself down against your back, the front of you pressing into the soft carpet. When you looked back up at him with surprise, your eyebrows still drawn from the pleasure, Wooyoung responded by fucking you a lot faster than before now that he was in full control. “This is a better position for breeding, Kitty. Want you to have a full litter.”

All this talk about breeding and having kitties of your own, fox hybrid kitties at that, made you almost feel a little dizzy. You just barely met Youngie in person that day, but you already wanted him to take care of you when you were full for him, have him protect you from harm, and love you. “Give Kitty Youngie’s milk. Want your kits in me. In Kitty’s breeding hole.”

Hearing you talk about the kits that he could help you produce sent him into an instinctive frenzy, fucking you hard into the soft floor, his hands squeezing into your bouncing ass on each side, kneading it and watching his cock disappear inside your slick cunt over and over. Making you let out deep purrs mixed with whiny, desperate mewls, Wooyoung hunched over you, burying his face into your neck, licking and sucking it, murmuring, “Kitty sounds so pretty. I like hearing Kitty’s pretty purring and moans…”

His praise and his ability to send you in an almost mind-melting state of pleasure made you revel in the fact that Wooyoung was your new special friend, hoping you could see him again soon in case he didn’t successfully breed you this time. “Youngie, it’s coming out,” you moaned, only having to get filled up with his cock one last time, before your release began pouring out of you.

“Kitty’s so wet and warm,” Wooyoung sighed deeply, slamming his hips into yours a few more times, your extra tight hole drawing whiny-sounding moans from his lips, his body starting to jolt. He squeezed your ass tightly, spurting his thick seed deep into your womb, barely able to moan, “Take my milk, little kitty. Wanna see you so full for me next time I see you. Wanna see you make your own milk for me.”

“Kitty wants Youngie’s kits…” you purred back, your lower half shuddering a bit after getting creampied. “Wanna make my own milk so that you can taste it.” You looked back at him to give him a sheepish smile, your tail swishing around and tickling the hybrid’s chest.

“I’ll give you my kits, kitty cat,” he reassured, pressing his lips to your head, rubbing your hips in a soothing way. He licked your earlobe, drawing more purrs from you. “And I’ll be sure to drink your milk. I promise~”

You began to purr even louder, relishing the thought of being Wooyoung’s mate, able to get bred and tasted by him whenever you both felt like it. Feeling Wooyoung slowly pull out, you whined at the emptiness and the feeling of his seed slowly dribbling out of you. You rested your sweaty face against the carpet, so fucked-out your small tongue slid out of your mouth, still feeling your heart pound inside your chest. You really liked Youngie. You wanted to see him again, and you were about to tell him, but the door unlocked and swung open.

“I told you not to have that last glass, dumbass,” Hongjoong scolded Seonghwa, despite the fierce blush on his face. His friend was leaning against him and nuzzling the side of his head, sufficiently drunk. Seonghwa mumbled something incoherently, his eyes shut, but suddenly opened them up when he heard his friend gasp out loud.

“No! Bad Y/N!” he started, already running over to the kitchen to grab the spray bottle, encouraging you to tiredly crawl into Wooyoung’s lap and rest your face in the crook of his neck, purring softly from taking in your mixed scents. Hongjoong stood in front of the both of you, looking between your naked sweaty bodies, slowly lowering the bottle to his side as to not ruin an (admittedly) cute moment. He instead faced Seonghwa who plopped down onto the couch and sunk into it, ready to fall asleep. “Aren’t you upset, Seonghwa? Wooyoung isn’t fixed. He probably–”

Seonghwa shook his head, pointing down to the carpet where a spot had formed on the dark carpet. “No, I think we’re good. He definitely pulled out. Just like I taught him.” He reached down to pat Wooyoung’s head, smiling softly down at his companion. “Good job, sweetie.”

Wooyoung chirped at his owner’s praise, still nuzzling you, holding you close, finding the vibrations of your constant purring to be extremely therapeutic.

Hongjoong walked up to the carpet and leaned down, inspecting it closely. “Are you sure this is cum? It’s not white or anything.” He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at Wooyoung with a stern expression, making the fox hybrid gulp. “What is that stain, Wooyoung?”

Knowing he wasn’t lying, Wooyoung rubbed your back in small circles, chiming with a proud smile, flashing his canine teeth up at the man. “It’s milk.”

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[drdemonprince]

I'm a dyke with some occasional flirtations with men but I'd never acted on that until last year. I was on a road trip out west (US) and had just been burned a couple times hooking up with women earlier in the year that didn't go anywhere though I was ready for a more serious relationship. so I'm stopped in denver at a hostel for a week and meet this guy from britain who's very masked AuDHD (like meee) and kinda eggy honestly, so we start hanging out and kinda become friends for the week and end up spending an entire day together and, like, he's cute and I'm feeling really flirty and horny for this guy, especially bc I'm a dom/top and he's kinda pathetic. I asked him the first night we hung out if he wanted to make out and he shyly declined so I was like, whatever, just taking the leap, but then the next day we start talking about sex and I mention I'm stone, so not down for piv, but I would be interested in sucking his dick bc I love giving head. I spend the next day with some other ppl I happen to meet in Denver, but on my last night there he nervously asks me if I'm still interested in sucking him off and I act a little coyly just to mess with him and he's sooo submissive like he's not gonna make a move, I'm gonna have to make a move, so right before bed I decided to take him up on the offer and sucked his cock in the bathroom of this hostel and he came in my mouth (which almost made me cum tbh) I then kissed him goodbye, went upstairs to jerk off, and left the next day probably to never see him again. didn't seem like we got caught, but I imagine we were far from the only ppl to hook up in that bathroom. you'd think the consequence of this would be some burgeoning, awakening bisexuality but I still see myself as a lesbian and ppl can die mad about it I guess.

anon you're living in a homestuck fanfic. this is hot af and i hope she finds herself and transitions

[nokkihy]

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genre: fluff | pairings: earth42 miles x baller!black fem reader

authors note: the way i jumped for joy when i saw the notif that u followed meee 😭 i love ur fics sm tysmm ❤️❤️ butt i have a LOT coming out in the next 2-3 days (if 4 is a lot for yall) this hc, and 3 fics so..!

miles morales who takes you on hooping dates rather than movie or arcade dates (thats his second fav place to take you out)

miles morales who tries hard to impress you, probably tripping and busting his shit in the process

miles morales who does that “you’re little!!” thing whenever he blocks your shot

miles morales who met you through your dad

miles morales who played basketball for your dads team, so you two have been friends since kids

miles morales who trains with you all the time, you both push each other to play your hardest

miles morales who is cheering for you in the student section during the girls basketball season

miles morales who typically sits in the back at any other sporting event at visions academy, but for you he’s doin all the cheers w everyone else

miles morales who glares at anyone dude in the student section that throws out a “damn (your jersey number) is bad asf” and they shut up right away

miles morales who points to you in the stands and mouths a “this is for you” and completely misses during his warmups (you remind him of it all the time)

miles morales who finds you in the crowds immediately

miles morales who said “you’re hard to miss. you’re too gorgeous to be looked over, mami” when you asked him how

miles morales who looks in your direction and winks (or blows a kiss, but on a rare occasion) after he shoots a 3, but a bunch of the girls near you thinks he’s looking at them

miles morales who tries to sneak out of the locker room during half time to catch you at the concession stand or just wandering the halls

miles morales who loves his basketball girlfriend just as much as he loves the sport 🫶🏾🫶🏾

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[seenoversundown]

Allure : Part Two

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut !! (IT'S SO SEXY GUYS) Oral (M & F receiving) Penetrative Sex (it is unprotected but wrap it up- do as I say, not as they do!) VERY Suggestive Language, Possibly not the safest of sexy activities 👀(this is fiction-don't try things at home okay?) some cute as hell aftercare and per usual, some silly little jokes.

Word Count: 3k

Summary: As they're on their way home from the lake, Jake is a little too eager about the days events. So, they make a familiar pit stop to get some energy out.

Author's Note: PART TWO IS HERE AND BOY IS SHE FIIIIIIINE 🤭 Not going to lie, I was making myself blush writing this one! They just match each other's freak a little too well or whatever that saying is. Happy Tuesday 😮‍💨😉

It Will Come Back - Hozier "Don't let me in with no intention to keep me, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me, Honey, don't feed me, I will come back."

After being the last ones to leave— as you can imagine, he had to make sure no one forgot anything, so we started the trip home. 

We spent most of the day staring longingly at each other from a distance, and we both had a tough time once we got to be together, which is why I’m now suffering in the passenger's seat, just watching him as he drives. 

His little sunburnt cheeks, paired with the sunglasses perched on his nose, only loosely distract me from his completely unbuttoned shirt. A thing I’ve loved since I met him is the fact he always has his chest exposed. I can always see it to some degree, and the necklaces that always sit there to compliment it.  I see the goosebumps on his skin from the air conditioning. The way he drives with only his left hand so the right can stay on my thigh, gently squeezing and rubbing, which I know he’s doing mindlessly, but it’s making any thought I have foul. 

I found myself glancing down at his legs, hard to avoid the fact of how incredibly short the shorts were when he was sitting down, leaving almost no room for imagination. It reminded me how lucky I am that I don’t have to imagine what’s underneath. I’ll thank my lucky stars for that. 

“Are your parents at the lake house by any chance?” He asks, bringing me back to earth. 

“I don’t think so,” I tell him, “Why?”

He hands his phone to me, “Can you put in the address?” 

Looking at him for a second before taking it, “Okay?” Glancing down at his lock screen, oh my heart. One of the many pictures he’s snuck of me, sitting across from him with my head in my hand as I lovingly stared at him. He’s the cutest man on the planet, I swear. I genuinely don’t think there’s anybody who compares. 

I typed the address into Maps and handed it back to him. 

“Why are we going there?” I ask quietly. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says; his free hand found mine, patting it a few times before lacing his fingers into mine. The longer I look at him, the harder he fights a smile. 

“No, there’s a reason,” I persist, “tell meee!” 

He just shakes his head as the pink on his cheeks deepens. Oh, what a little shit.  His thumb rubs against my knuckles, only slightly distracting me. 

“Oh, never mind; I know why.” 

He cocks an eyebrow, glancing over at me for a second, “Do you now?” 

“Mhmm,” I hum, gently tracing the veins in his hand. Following the one that runs down into his wrist. “Someone’s a little eager today, hmm?” I love nothing more than to get him riled up. 

“What if I just have to pee?” He argues. Poorly, to be clear, he giggles while avoiding looking over at me.

“Oh, I’m sure,” I tease. Turning in my seat to face him more, propping my elbows up on the center console between us. Deciding that maybe if I lay it on thick, he won’t be able to deny his little plan. 

“Hey you,” he whispers. He pulls me closer to him and turns quickly to kiss me, almost missing my mouth entirely. 

“Hi,” I whisper back, snaking my hand onto his leg. “You really look so good today, babe.” I lean closer to kiss his cheek, feeling him smile as I do. Just letting my lips linger against his skin, anything to have contact with him. 

“Thank you, honey,” he quietly mutters. He’s still so shy to compliments, even though I shower him with them constantly. He’s gorgeous, and he needs to know that. 

I look at the screen, seeing we only have a few minutes before getting to the house. He can handle a little teasing, surely. 

I crept my hand further up his thigh, watching his eyes dart down. I made it to the hem of his shorts, gliding my hand over him just to see how far I could go. I let my hand rest on top of him, feeling him twitch. Putting a little pressure, his hand grabbed my wrist and kept my hand from moving. 

“Charlotte,” he tried to stop me; unfortunately for him, his stern voice was always so sexy to me. 

Stroking him carefully through his shorts, his hand grips me tighter, “I’m just trying to help,” I coo into his ear. Watching the goosebumps flood his neck, placing a kiss just behind his jaw. 

“You’re killing me,” his head drops back against the headrest. I glance back and see we only have five minutes before we make it. I can work with that. 

I hook my finger into his waistband, tugging down a little. His face whips over to mine, his eyes wide, and I just press a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

“Lift up, baby,” I tell him, my lips hovering over the shell of his ear. He shifts himself so I can tug down his shorts. His cock resting against his stomach; a mouthwatering sight, really. 

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I lean over further, wrapping one hand around his length, stroking him a few times. I look up at him from his lap before wrapping my lips around him. 

“Fuuuuuck me,” he moans as I sink further down him. Bobbing my head slowly, I feel his hand running down my back, firmly grabbing my ass as I take more of him into my mouth. Lingering there, I swallow gently and listen to the sweet sounds that come out of him. 

His hand moves over and presses against my already-soaked bottoms, giving me the slightest relief. A moan sneaks out of me; he needs to drive faster.  Encouraging me to really go for it, I slowly sink as far down as I can before dragging my lips back up. Swirling my tongue around him and listening to his little moans sneak out. 

“We’re almost there,” his breathy voice rings through the car while patting my ass a few times. My head moved a bit quicker, pumping him with my hand. I can feel the muscles in his body tensing as I try to get him there. 

His hand sneaks under my chin, tilting my face up towards him. I sit up, my hand still slowly stroking him as he looks at me. He grabbed my arm, stilling it as he put the car in park. 

“Honey, honey, please—“ he starts, his head tilted back against the seat. “God, you’re incredible, and wow, I’m so lucky, but please, can we go inside?” 

“But,” I whine, pouting my lip, “you were so close.”

He giggles at me, pulling his shorts back up before leaning in, kissing my pouty lip, and opening his door. He quickly walks to my side, pulls the door open, and grabs me from my seat. 

“Jake- oh my god,” I yelp as he’s hoisting me over his shoulder. The fact he’s strong enough to toss me around causally will always slip my mind until situations like this. 

Letting ourselves in, he pushes the door shut with his foot, setting me down in front of him. My hands pulled his face to mine, desperate to taste him. Gently biting on his bottom lip, my hands find his waistband again, eager to pick up where we left off—practically giggling into him as I feel his skin against my knuckles. 

“Mm mm,” he hums in between kisses. Slowly walking us back, until I bump into the counter. He smoothly unbuttons my shorts, letting them fall off my hips, and I kick them off. His hand found its place between my legs, softly tracing along me. 

“Hold on,” he tells me, lifting and setting me on the counter. He squats down, littering kisses on the insides of my thighs, sending shivers through my body. Pulling my bottoms to the side and placing a kiss on my clit first before swirling his tongue around it. My grip on the counter gets stronger as moans start falling from my lips. 

I feel his finger swipe up, and he smiles into me. 

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he taunts. His tongue flattened against me, licking a few long stripes and then kitten-licking at my clit. Sliding his middle finger into me slowly, I can’t stop the noise that comes out of me. 

His hands are slender but strong and large. His left hand is holding onto my thigh as he gently moves the right one. 

“Mmm, feels so good,” I moaned. 

He groans at the praise, vibrating against me. 

“More, please,” I beg. 

Looking up at me, and god, what a sight that is. His smirk was devious as he stood up. Propping himself up with his free hand and leaning in close to me, he slowly pumps his one finger into me. 

“What was that, hun?” He teases, nuzzling his face into my neck. 

“Please, please, please,” I whine, “more, baby.” He adds his ring finger, pumping his hand a bit faster and holding his palm against me for friction. Feeling his breath against my neck in between kisses, one of my hands holding onto him as he inches me closer. He curls his fingers up, hitting that spot over and over. I can feel my orgasm about to break, and he knows it. 

“God, I can’t wait to feel you, honey,” he whispers into my ear, the sultry tone of his voice sending me over, “Come for me.” The pleasure overwhelms me; his raspy voice, mixed with whatever magic he does with his hands, has me fluttering around him. The only word in my vocabulary right now is his name. 

He lets me enjoy the moment, slowing his hands until he finally pulls me into a hug. The warmth of his lightly burnt skin mixed with his scent; this is what heaven must be like. I cuddle my face into the crook of his neck but let my hands wander. Landing on his already hard cock, I can’t help but smile. 

“But I’m the eager one?” He teases, pulling my hips to the edge of the counter. My hands quickly pressed behind me to support myself, watching as he pulled down his shorts just enough, lining himself up with me. 

He tilts back up, watching my face as he slowly pushes himself in. My mouth fell open as he did, and he mimicked my face, letting his jaw slack. 

“So good, huh?”

What has gotten into him today? 

I can’t respond fast enough before he picks up one of my legs to rest against his chest, his arm holding it tight to him as he starts rocking his hips into me. 

“Jacob, holy shit—“ the way he’s angled, just pounding into the right spot. He turns his head, leaving sloppy kisses down my calf. Watching the muscles in his arms flex to hold me still and the way his jawline is so prominent. I carefully moved one of my hands to hold his jaw, just for a second. I let my fingers trace over his cheekbone, moving a stray piece of hair that was sticking to his face. 

He snakes his arm around my leg, letting his fingers find their way to my clit, making it harder to resist coming again. Putting just enough pressure as he makes tight circles on it, I can feel the tension about to snap. The sound of his hips smacking my ass feels like it’s getting louder as he picks up his pace. 

He looks down, watching the mess he’s creating, his mouth starting to hang open. Tiny drops of sweat form on his forehead, his eyebrows pulled together as he focuses. I can’t stop staring at how plump his bottom lip really is and how badly I want to bite it. It's a delicious moment to witness until he starts mumbling under his breath. 

“Come on, come on, come on, fuck-“ 

My hand grips his shoulder as my orgasm releases like I’d fall over if I didn’t hold on. I swear I could see sound in that moment. 

I pull myself closer to him as he’s still slowly moving his hips into me and littering his face and neck with tiny pecks, holding the back of his neck. His hand ran down the back of my head as I leaned against him. 

“It’s your turn, babe,” I whisper in his ear, wrapping my legs around him. He lifts me with a smile plastered on his face. Peppering his cheeks with kisses, leaving them on his cheekbones and down his nose, not caring that his skin was damp with sweat. 

He sits back on the couch with me in his lap, his cock still inside me. I rock my hips gently, starting slowly so I can make him feel as good as he deserves. His sweet face as he just watches me; holding his jaw and pressing kisses into his plump lips. 

I start to lift my hips, bouncing slowly on him, which makes him moan louder. I was inching my way up and carefully bringing myself down to his lap, stroking him painfully slowly. 

“Faster,” he mutters, his eyes fixed shut. Picking up my pace, I can see him fighting for his life as I continuously drop back down on him. I start letting out my own moans, knowing it will only help him. He grabs my waist tighter as he gets closer, his moans falling from his lips. 

“Come in me, baby,” I moan. “Or do you want your pretty cock in my mouth?” His head drops back as I ask.

“Holy shit, Charlotte,” he groans. 

 Where did that come from, Char, Jesus? 

He holds my hips still and starts fucking himself into me hard. I grip the back of the couch, trying to steady myself, but my god, it feels so good. 

“Jake- oh my,” slips out. His eyebrows pulled together; his mouth hung open as he was almost yelling with every thrust.

 “Let it go, baby.” 

The moment the words leave my lips, I can feel the release, his thrusts sloppy as his orgasm rips through him; loud profanities fill the air as he rides out his high, slowly becoming little whimpers under his breath as he comes down. 

I sat on his lap, his head hung back on the couch with his eyes gently shut. He’s so beautiful. I brush the baby hairs away from his face, clinging to his damp skin. I lean forward, snuggling close to him and feeling his arms wrap around me, keeping me tight against him as we sit in comfortable silence. 

“Hey,” he whispers after a few minutes.

I sat up to look at him, letting him rest his face in the palm of my hand. “Hi there, handsome. You doing okay?” 

“I’m going to be honest with you,” he giggles. I think I might need another minute.”  

“Really?”

“Well,” he starts, “I’ve been trying to figure out how to not make a mess when we get up.”

A laugh escapes me when I look down to realize the situation we’ve put ourselves in.

“I didn’t really think that part through,” I tell him. I can see the gears going in his head; the smile slowly growing on his face tells me everything I need to know. 

“What if I just hold you against me when I stand? Maybe it’ll just stay in-”

“BABE,” I bark out a laugh at the idea. 

“I’m not trying to get …stuff… all over your parent's couch!” He shyly rebuttals, “If you have a better idea, I’m all ears.” The smug look on his face should make me mad, but he’s too pure to get angry at. 

“You know what, go for it.” 

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We giggle as we clean ourselves up. His plan didn’t work as well as he’d hoped, but we managed to get the worst of it into the bathroom. 

Naturally, it takes me a little longer to take care of things, so he let me have a minute. I take a second to fix my hair, pulling it up into a high ponytail. It looks terrible between the lake and getting laid. 

I flip the lights off to the bathroom as I walk out, going back to find him leaning against the kitchen counter. His shirt is still completely unbuttoned as he scrolls on his phone. I’m sure he’s checking in on the bar. 

Despite the very recent events, he looked so good. His tanned skin against the light blue denim shirt was enough to have me fold. His legs crossed in front of him as he stood there. Finally glancing up, his eyes light up, and tucking his phone back into his pocket. 

“Well, aren’t you just beautiful?” He says, holding his hands out towards me. 

“Oh hush,” I grab his hands, shuffling myself close to him. “I probably smell gross and I feel a little slimey.” 

He giggles before planting a kiss against my forehead, “I don’t know, you could still get it.” He mumbles against me, fighting his laugh. 

“You’re so dumb,” I tell him through a laugh, looking up at him and kissing his stupid lips. 

“Ready to head home?” He asks, squeezing my hands. 

I nod quickly, practically pulling him out the door. He’s made a habit of opening my car door for me, which is possibly the most adorable habit he has. 

We settle into our seats, and he hands me his phone to put music on for the drive home. I’m scrolling through his playlists looking for something when I realize we haven’t moved in a second. I look up to see the stop sign at the end of the road, and he’s just staring over at me. 

“What?” 

His hand reaches over, pulling my chin gently towards him until his lips are hovering over mine before whispering, “One more for the road.”

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[puckleberryfinnie]

ok so ik my req might seem a bit weird butttttt.. i have been dyingggg for ray. like his body tea, i loveeee his lil accent and smile so i just wanna see like host!reader get nervous when he gets injured, him giving reader his jersey, and a lil post-game smooch 🫶🏾🫶🏾.

girll you don't understand how glad I am that someone else feels this way about him like I feel so wrong about it but?? he's such a cutie?? thank you soso much for sending this in, love this idea <33 so sorry this took so long, life took hold of meee

Beautiful Little Fools

You being a friend of Kai's, and being in several of his streams as an internet personality yourself. Of course, you meet several of his friends, including Ray. He's just using his cheesy "rizz" with Kai's encouragement, and you're laughing on to all his funny tactics.

When the Beta Squad and AMP decide to have the match, there's almost immediately an invitation for you to join in as a host, that you accept gratefully!

The days leading up to the event, you spend a lot of time hanging out with the American group, as well as meeting new people that you become fast friends with.

Ray, however, stays close to either you or Kai at most points, finding himself most comfortable with people he knows pretty well already. Everyone (thought mostly Kai) loves the relationship you two have, and joke around about it a LOT.

You, of course, enjoy his company and help him with training that they have set up for those participating the day before the real match. It's mostly just simple things, though, like returning the balls to him or mock-guarding him.

At some point during the practice, he gets slightly injured, tripping over a ball or something like that. It really isn't that bad, but you find it concerning, especially considering the big match is the following day.

He, however, reassures you, comforting you by patting your head and giving you a brief hug. He doesn't like you being worried about it, so he tried to make sure you understand he's okay.

The next day is obviously intense, and you spend a lot of time making sure Ray is safe, keeping an eye on him throughout the game. You interview him at halftime momentarily, joking around together before he has to go. You also remind him to be safe out there, yelling after him.

He clearly doesn't follow this advice too closely, however, and ends up getting tackled by some larger player (probs Niko lets be so fr) You, of course, feel incredibly scared, watching him from the sidelines all while trying to keep composure as a host.

As he gets guided to the bench to rest, you move yourself over there to talk to him, frantically making sure he's ok. You end up in his arms, him holding you tightly.

After that interaction and him assuring you plenty that he's alright, you go back to doing your job as a host, interviewing other players and such.

Post game, he comes back to see you, striding over to you with intent. It startles you for a moment, when you suddenly see him standing so close to you. He give a short hug followed by a even shorter, nervous kiss.

After a moment of staring at each other, he takes off his jersey, handing it to you with a smile. He doesn't even say anything, just holds it out for you to take.

You end up wearing that jersey on your flight back and on many occasions afterwards. <3

guys I legit don't know why but I really can't tell if I like this style of writing or not. let me know what you think, I'm soso sorry this isn't very good, I truly hope you still enjoy <33

title is a song from great gatsby the musical ofc

anyways, thank you sososo much for being my first ever request, I love you to the moon and back tbh!!

I definitely want to do more of these before school starts to make everything crazy again, so if anyone wants to send something in feel completely free and wanted within my inbox! I'll take requests about pretty much anyone (check out the list of things I love for some reference!!) or I'm for sure here to chat <33

MUAH LOVE YA!!

[mrsnancywheeler]

my brain is still so fixated on billy taking his muse out for ice cream after a blow up fight….. it’s torturing meee ☹️☹️

like you’re so quiet the whole trip, drained from the yelling and crying and emotional rollercoaster billy always puts you on, but how can you still be upset with him when you’re in his car late at night with the warm summer breeze coming through the windows and soft rock on the radio and his hand on your thigh like he wasn’t just calling you the worst things in the world. your cheeks are still damp but you’re curled up in the seat with his discarded jacket wrapped around your shoulders, surrounded by the comforting smell of his cigarettes and cologne. he won’t even really look at you, but you don’t want to talk anyway. you know you could do better than billy dunne when he treats you so bad but it’s so much easier to fall back into his warm embrace, to fall asleep in his car, etc. </3

and then you’re at your ice cream place and he’s ordering for you because he knows your favorite flavor and exactly how you want it, so you don’t have to think about anything. you’ve had such a long night and just hearing the sound of his voice and feeling his hand in yours is enough. he takes you to the beach too as promised, and you feel so safe and warm leaning against billy with your heavy eyelids and ice cream and the waves crashing and the moon above that you’ve forgotten everything you were fighting about. at least until the next time he’s mad at you. sigh. swoon.

it's one of the times you're crying made him feel bad and he's not so out of it that it made him angrier. and you feel kind of numb sitting there except for the way hjs finger is rubbing up and down your thigh as his hand sits on top. sometimes you play with his hand or sleeve, but nothing is said. his eyes stay on the road, you kind've hate that you're letting him do this after all the the things he said and did. but his passenger seat feels like home, his presence feels like home.

he pats your leg when you arrive and opens the door for you by the time your hand is in the door handle he's opening it for you. smoking a cigarette as he puts his arm around your shoulder. he knows your favorite place to get ice cream, one that you can walk right down onto the beach from. the continued silence is kind of difficult, it makes you feel like you did something wrong, but he's not angry so it's okay. and when he's remembering all the little things you like, doing all the talking so you can just exist. and then you're walking down to the sand, looking at the water and the stars. he's sitting down, your head on his lap as he plays with your hair.

there's still silence for a while before he breaks it, "you know I care about you, right?" and there's a silence because he says that, but is this what it feels like to be cared about? "because I say a lot of things and I think it's just cause, I don't know, I'm scared"

"of what?"

"I don't know, that I'll tie myself down and then realize it wasn't the life I wanted and leave a wake of destruction behind me trying to escape it all. that I'll be like my dad."

there's so much you can say and you don't know what to go with. that he's already leaving a wake of destruction anyways? that you'll be waiting regardless? "you're not your dad, billy."

"how do you know that?" you respond with the only thing you can. kissing him, letting it say everything you don't feel strong enough to admit right now, that you love anyways, that you care enough for the both of you. and that you don't know, you have no fucking idea. and then your foreheads are pressed together and he's pressing kisses to the side of your mouth

[flwrshwr-chenji]

Sunsetz -CYJ-

Choi Yeonjun ~yeonjunxfem!reader

Genre: Fluff, non-idol AU

Word Counr: 2k

Labels: Established relationship, anniversary, dramatic yeonjun, brief talk of kids, proposal, petnames (baby, pretty, pretty girl), sappy yeonjun, reader cries. ~let me know if I should add anything else~

AN: hey guys! So I've finally decided to venture out of only writing NCT. I hope you guys like it! Please lmk your thoughts and feedback! feel free to message me! I'm open to requests! I'm gonna try to post more often. Writer's block is lowkey kicking my ass so bear with me. But yea hope you guys like my first non-nct fic. Also I plan on making a masterlist soon, so it'll be easier to navigate my account. I am also currently working on another Yeonjun fic, and maybe a RIIZE fic. So hopefully I can get those out soon.

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Walking hand in hand with your boyfriend, you couldn’t be happier. A few weeks prior, Yeonjun had suggested a trip to the countryside for your upcoming 4th anniversary. Feeling a need for some quiet, you quickly said yes to the much-needed vacation. And now here you are on the day of your anniversary, enjoying the early autumn sunlight, locked hands swinging with the breeze. The two of you had spent the whole day exploring the quiet little town. You’d been shopping, gone to a few diners and cafes whenever you got a little hungry, and even drove around for a bit until Yeonjun spotted a small pasture. He quickly suggested the two of you take a walk before you lost too much sunlight, which was where you were now. The car parked a bit a ways back, seeing as you’d been walking for about 10 minutes now, just enjoying each other's presence.

“It’s so pretty out here.” You said softly, almost instantly regretting it as you were met with a cheesy response from the man beside you. “You’re prettier.” He said, the widest grin on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing just how proud he was at the corny line. “You’re so lame Jun. You know that?” You said, stopping to look at your smiling boyfriend with an equally wide smile. “Yeah, but you love it. You love meee.” He said, bringing his hands up to cup his face and fluttering his eyelashes at you. Pretending to gag, you pulled a disgusted look at him. “Ew no I don’t. I don’t even know you.” You fanned him off, knowing he was about to start into his dramatics.

An exaggerated gasp met your ears as Yeonjun dropped to his knees clutching his chest. “I think- I think I’m dying… I’ve never felt heartbreak like this… Y/N I think these are my final moments.” He said between gasps, sprawling out on the ground. You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched him. He began to roll around, still clutching his chest as he groaned in false pain. Your laughs grew louder the longer you watched him. “Tell my mom I love her… I see the light… I’m going towards the light.” He grunted, sticking to his bit. You decided to play along, dropping to your knees beside him, and taking his hand. “Yeonjun no! Don’t leave me baby please.” You said between giggles “I can’t hold on much longer… Y/N… Baby? Baby you have to save me. Don’t let me go. You have to- Baby you have to kiss me, or you’ll lose me forever.” He panted, his dramatic gasps getting louder and quicker. You couldn’t help but throw your head back in a cackle at his request. “Baby this isn’t funny! I’m dying! You have to save me.” He whined. “Yeonjun you’re ridiculous.” You responded. “I’m serious. I’ll die if you don’t kiss me and tell me how much you love me!” You laughed loudly once again. Yeonjun couldn’t help the smile spreading on his face, your laugh was his favorite sound in the world. “Fine fine. I’ll save you.” You said, grinning at him.

He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, missing the mischievous glint in your eyes as you leaned down to kiss him. He was fully expecting to feel his lips on yours, his eyes shooting open when he felt your lips on his forehead. “No, no, no! You have to kiss me here.” He brought his hand up, tapping his lips before closing his eyes again. “Here?” You teased, kissing his cheek. “No! Here.” He puckered his lips again, making a kissy noise, eyes still closed. “Oh! I see. Here.” You placed a kiss on his other cheek. He groaned. “No! On my lips baby.” He tapped his lips once more. “Ah, okay okay. I got it. You said here.” You giggled, before kissing the tip of his nose. “No, no. My lips. Like this.” He said, quickly sitting up and grabbing your face, pulling you in for a soft, but passionate kiss before you could respond. A surprised squeak left you before you inevitably melted into his touch. You lifted your hands, placing one on his chest and the other cupping his cheek. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you into his lap before pulling away. He rested his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes.

“I’ve never felt more alive.” He grinned. “You’re so dramatic Jun. You know that?” You said softly. He hummed in acknowledgment, hugging you closer. “But you love it. You love me…” He repeated his earlier statement. This time you nodded, leaning back a bit and wrapping your arms over his shoulders. “I do. I love you more than you know.” You said, pecking his lips gently. “And I love you most pretty.” He responded. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, before deciding to stand up and walk back to the car. Yeonjun quickly grabbed your hand, locking your fingers as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “We should have a picnic out here. We can go back to the cabin and pack a basket really quickly.” You suggested. “Yea? We can do whatever you want pretty girl.” He said, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You grinned, leaning into his side as you walked back to the car.

Just as promised, a basket was quickly packed, along with a blanket, and before you knew it you were back at the pasture with everything laid out neatly in the grass. Yeonjun had his head in your lap, munching on one of the sandwiches you’d made, while you carded your fingers through his soft hair, sipping a glass of wine. “This is the perfect anniversary baby.” You said softly. “I agree. I'm glad you’re enjoying yourself pretty.” Yeonjun replied, peering up at you. “I like this… Spending time with you like this. It’s peaceful.” Yeonjun said, sitting up after a moment of silence. “It’s perfect. I could get used to this.” You smiled, watching the sunset in front of you. “We could have this you know… Buy a house out here. Even if it’s just a vacation home.” You leaned against your boyfriend, liking that idea. “You know if we have kids one day… we could bring them out here. It’d be nice watching a mini us run around.” You hummed in approval as he continued. “I like the sound of that.” You said softly. “You should take some pictures pretty,” Yeonjun said, leaning forward, pulling a camera out of the picnic basket, he knew how much you liked photography.

You grinned, jumping to your feet, and taking the camera. Yeonjun stood up after you, watching as you walked a bit farther, snapping pictures of the setting sun and your surroundings. Unbeknownst to you, Yeonjun reached into the basket again, pulling out a small box, which he’d hidden in there while you went to get a blanket for the picnic. He didn’t know why he was getting nervous all of a sudden. You’d talked about having forever together, starting a family, and things like that, but something about making it official had butterflies erupting in his stomach. He let you have a few minutes, watching you take pictures, hiding the box behind his back whenever you turned to snap pictures of him. Using his free hand, he pulled out his phone, snapping pictures of you, watching you in your element. After snapping a few dozen photos, he dropped his phone down onto the blanket and walked up behind you. He shoved the ring box in his pocket before wrapping his arms around your waist. “Happy anniversary pretty girl.” He whispered in your ear. You turned your head to him with the widest grin on your face. “Happy anniversary baby.” You said back, turning to face him, craning your neck to kiss him. He leaned down to meet your lips, smiling as he tightened his grip around you. The kiss was short-lived before you turned in his arms again, raising the camera to take pictures of the two of you together.

After letting you snap a few pictures Yeonjun stepped back, grabbing your hand. “Come back to the blanket. I have something for you.” He said, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he guided you back to your blanket and sat with you. “What’d you get?” You asked, wondering what was waiting for you. “Close your eyes.” He said, waiting for you to follow his instructions. You did so quickly, giggling in excitement. He pulled the small box out of his pocket, opening it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. “Okay. Open your eyes.” Doing as told, you study his face, noting the bit of nervousness in his eyes. You glanced down at his hands and let out a loud gasp. “Yeonjun…” You said softly. “I love you so much, more than anything and as you know, we’ve been together for four whole years. Which is crazy. For the last four years, I’ve given you my whole heart. The purest form of love and adoration. You’ve been by my side through thick and thin, and I want to thank you for that. I want you to know, that I plan on spending the rest of my life making myself the best man I can possibly be for you if you’ll have me. I want to keep you as happy as possible. I want to thank you for being my best friend, and my soulmate. You’ve kept me sane these last four years as we navigate life together. I want to give you the world, but for now, I have this beautiful diamond ring, for an even more beautiful girl. So as we continue to make our way through life, I hope you’ll stay by my side as we do. So until I can figure out a way to give you the world, will you take this ring, and my promise to put nothing but a smile on your face for the rest of our lives? Will you marry me pretty girl” He said, his gentle words like a lullaby to your ears, as tears streamed down your cheeks. He reached a hand up, wiping your tears and placing gentle kisses on your cheeks where your tears fell.

“You said you’d put nothing but a smile on my face, and here you are making me cry.” You giggled through a sniffle. “Yes of course I’ll marry you. I love you so much Jun.” You wiped your eyes once more, smiling until your cheeks hurt as you watched your now fiancé slide the ring onto your finger. Once the ring was in place, you grabbed Yeonjun’s face, practically smushing him as you kissed him with as much love as you could muster. He pulled you into a tight hug, returning your kiss with just as much love, grinning against your lips. “I love you so so much pretty. Thank you for making me the happiest man on earth.” He said after separating from your lips. He pulled you to your fit, spinning you around as you laughed, holding him tightly. Once he placed you back onto the ground the excitement settled in. He began running around, cheering at the top of his lungs. “We’re getting married!!” He yelled, jumping up and clicking his heels together. You laughed as you watched with admiration. “You’re such an idiot.” You laughed. “I may be an idiot, but I’m an idiot who convinced you to marry me!” He cheered again. You half expected him to click his heels again, letting out a ‘yippee’ as he did so. Instead, he tackled you into a tight hug, tumbling into the grass with you in his arms. “I can’t wait ’til I can call you my wife.” He grinned. “And I can’t wait to call you my husband, idiot.” You smiled. The two of you lay in the grass together, limbs tangled together, as you basked in the light of the sunset. You couldn’t wait for the endless sunsets you’d get to spend together.

[reyski]

short armin headcanons

 helpppp meee im obsessed w him

pairing: armin x reader

media: attack on titan

warnings: suggestive content

notes: gender neutral reader!

➵ gets so mushy when you display any kind of affection towards him. you got him blushing and laughing all awkward even if you’ve been together for years. 

➵ he’s so bad at hiding when he’s looking at you, thinks you can’t see when he’s doing a side eye. 

➵ baby boy loves laying next to you with his head on your shoulder looking at whatever you’re looking at on your phone/laptop. 

➵ talks about adopting a cat/dog with you nonstop until you finally cave and take a trip to an adoption center. from that day forward he always calls it “ the baby”

“hey have you seen the baby? i can’t find them anywhere”, or “oh my god come look at the baby right now theyre being so cute”��

➵ constantly acts like an old man, especially when it comes to his morning routine. he dedicates a full 15 minutes each morning to having a cup of coffee, reading the newspaper, and eating his breakfast.

➵ ever since you got together he cannot shop without you, he needs your opinion on literally everything. drags you around the store with him to pick stuff out and gives you a little fashion show in the dressing rooms. 

➵ he cant help falling asleep right after his head hits the pillows, he feels bad for not waiting for you to get in bed but he seriously cant help it. 

➵ on the weekends he likes to make you both breakfast before you wake up. loves seeing you emerge from your room bed head and all when you smell the food. 

➵ leads the way through the super market with his notepad of groceries with you trailing behind with the cart. always looks so engrossed while looking at all the options for everything. 

➵ has a habit of letting his hair grow out until its basically unmanageable and you have to tell him to make an appointment. he just forgets, and doesn’t feel like taking a whole day just to get his hair trimmed. lowkey doesn’t trust the hairdressers

➵ naturally plush lips, he puts on a glob of aquaphor every blue moon and they just stay soft?? loves it when you run your finger tips over his lips. 

➵ loves taking showers/baths with you just so that he can clean you up and wash your hair for you. takes such care and time when washing your body. acts of service goes hard. 

➵ if you like sleeping separately, too bad, you’re literally going to have to pry this man off of you. he just loves to snuggle up on you. 

➵ randomly texts you on his way home sometimes like, “do you want me to get you anything from that coffee place we went to last week” or “im at the deli a couple blocks from the house can i get you a sandwich?”

➵ cried so hard when you guys watched marley & me he had to leave the room

➵ hand makes you cards for every anniversary, they have everything from flowers, to animals, to you two on them. you have them all pinned up on the wall. 

➵ steals your phone when you leave it open to look at your pinterest. one time he found a board with wedding rings and cakes and just about had the wind knocked out of him. 

➵ sometimes purposefully works super late just so you’ll pull him off of his desk chair and into bed. 

➵ has a secret savings account where he puts spare money for a vacation for you two. 

➵ wears a little apron while he cooks. 

➵ just wants you to know how much he loves you, and tells you at every chance he gets. 

thank you for reading, love you all

[missamyrisa2]

hi ms. amy, your posts are soo flustering i've never ticklegasmed before and i'd love to hear what you would do to me if you are so inclined thank you bye

Oooh my sweettt darling ~ I would loveee to introduce and ease you into this most lovely of sensations~~ I like to start at full speed with the tickless, you knoww wiggling my fingers rapidly in the air and making you all squealy and squirmy, before tackling you with rubbing tickles over your hips and sides, spidering along your bellllyy and skittering down your thighsss~ "Coochie cooo darlinggg we're gonna take such a lovelyyy trip today you and mee~" I want to get you allll wiggly wild and warmed up, tickle massaging up your legs with squeezes and rubbings, leaning in pull your shirt down and make it spring up so I can seal my lips over your bouncing belly and raspberry to my heart's content. "Sing for meeeee birdy bird~ let's here those squeakkkiesss~!!"

Just the silliest of playful embarrassing tickles & taunts~ "tickle, tickle tickleeee~!! You can't not laugh! I'll bet you can't not laugh!" My fingers will give way to soft supple paintbrushes, exploring along your tummy and abdomen and waistt as I start to get more commenty on your reactions. "Mmmh ~ tickle spots, right hereeee not so much along hereee but ahhh yes riiight below the navell and to the siiiide" fluttering my soft tools and hmming and studying you. "Oh, I just love how ticklish you are~! Your laugh is toooo addictive and I can't stoppp mmmh mhhh~" As I taunt with my paintbrush gliding on your neck, I reach for my long feather and start teasing your ears, making you turn side to side. I'm kneeling over you now, chuckling and snickering down as I make you so helpless with so little, just playful flirty bullying and playing with your wiggly body following every move with those annoying tickly tools at your neck and ears and face. "Laugh it up goosebump~! Laugh it uppp~!"

Once I have you nice and blushy and a bit gaspyyy~~ and with that contemptuous smirk, I'm going to start taunting your royal chest buttonsss~ "now, if you would juuuust cooperate with meee~" I murmur as my two index fingers wiggle down towards your chest. "Hmm hmmh mmmh hmmm" I ponder as I trace in circles, closer and closer to your girly button tips ~ lightlyyyy flicking and stroking and teasing while I lean in to start planting tickly kissies at your neck. "Ticklish buttonssss~ two ticklish buttons riiight hereee uhuhhh~ does that feel good? Tickles on your girly buttons?" I'll make like I'm going to start tickling at your belly but my finger will continue gliding up under your top to find that button and give it loving tickles while I kiss and nibble at your arm and snuggle you to me ~ we'll play with those buttons, my hands slipping into your top from above or the sides or underneath to keep getting at them, then going back to play through the material ~ "Cooochie cooochie on your buttoniessss~" getting you sooo bashfully giggly while I plant muahs all over your neck and cheeks and earsss tooo~

Thennn I'm gonna get you with the slowwww ticklesss ~ your top lifted up to expose those cute spotsss ~ my hands landing on your chest and ever so gently, lightly gliding down, wiggling across your nipples, ribssss and belly. Barely moving at times. "Tickle tickle..." My tone gets sultry but still jingly. "Tickle tickle tickle.." After many passes on your upper body my hands finally come to rest at your waist, hooking into your pants and tracing back and forth in long strides from hip to hip. "Coochie coochie..." I murmur, following your squirms, and snickering with you. At last we come to the finale ~ I reach behind me and pull out my favorite, the oversized heavy handle with the big white bulb atop. "Say hello to Ms. Wand~" I hold the padded tip to my palm and turn the switch to low. The toy kicks on and hums gently. I can't help but giggle at the sensation. "Don't worryyy she'll be gentle~ and so will I~" I start lovingly tickling at your legs, rubbing up your thighs and drawing the wand up the other side of your bottoms. I get closer and closer to the royal area between, watching your reactions intently. "I'll bet you can't not laugh~~" I gently remind as I lean in to kiss at your tummy while Ms. Wand glides up and rests right in your regal cradle, humming softly but relentlessly through the materials~

"You can squirm and struggle all you like. It's still gonna tickle~" I plant kisses along your waist, keeping the wand bulb moving in tight little circles over your most royal button through your bottoms. Slowly I start ramping up the speed. "That's ittt let it all out noww ~ don't try to fight ittt~" Faster the vibrations build, the buzzing grows louder. I follow your every motion, keeping you vibrated with tickly sensations while I muah at your hips and tickle your navel and thighs. "How does that feel?" I flood your body with distracting sensations growing more tickly as I speed up Ms. Wand. "Can't not laugh~! I'll bet you can't not moan, either~" I smile and insert my feathers into your bottoms, letting their tips glide down to rest on your skin while I continue to vibrate. The paintbrush comes back out to tickle at your ear while you struggle with the growing sensual tickle below on your girly area~ "Ooh~ Oooh~ are you gonnaaa? Mmmh? Gonna let that ticklegasm happen? Yeahh? Tell me all about it ~ how does it feel?" The wand goes up to maximum speed, and so do my tickles, skittering from your nipples to your belly and sides, up your ribs and pinching at your thighs. I keep you guessing, I randomly lean in to kiss or let my long hair brush over your skin ~ "Tickle tickle~ let's get that ticklegasmmmm just let it all out, let it alll goo~ Yesss let me make you feeel soooo goood~" I'll keep you distracted as much as I can but the buzzing will continue, building you up and up with those vibey ticklesss ~ and she won't move until you tumble right over into that giggly edge~~

And once you do~~ I'm gonna snuggle up and give you soo much praise ~ because you're adorable and beautiful and deserve allll these lovely sensationssss~<3

[broomsticks]

wolfstar autumn(ish) fic rec list 🐾🍂

*: i tried but not quite

gorgeous bingo created by @moonwalker94 for hpfc!

1 - JUMPER - An Enigma Wrapped in a Jumper by @squidgilator (5k, G) - mwpp-era fluffity fluff, featuring my FAVORITE pining idiot sirius:

He was an inscrutable enigma, Remus was. An enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a puzzle wrapped in a jumper. "Not that much of a mystery," muttered Remus, and Sirius wondered how many of his last few thoughts he'd said aloud. "Just the bit about being an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a—something— wrapped in a jumper," said Remus, curiously. "Why?" "Er," said Sirius, and vowed to keep his thoughts inside his head from now on. "No reason."

bonus rec: The Sweater Bet by Deya (6k, T). silly (extended) marauders shenanigans: why is your boyfriend wearing a sweater at the beach and how do you get him to take it off??

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2 - STORM - The Weather Inside by earlybloomingparentheses (43k, E)

The bright beam of sunshine that spilled into the compartment on the Hogwarts Express at the start of first year just as Sirius stepped through the sliding door (…) an accident of timing. The freak snowstorm the day after the Incident, when Remus was curled gut-punched on the floor of the Shrieking Shack (…) a trick of air currents and cold fronts. And now, Sirius at the window of his and James’ flat, the storm outside roaring and Sirius turned to face the rain lashing the pane, dressed in black and looking from this angle like a Sturm and Drang painting, all heroic isolation and inner turmoil—why think anything of it?

bonus rec: How to Suffer a Storm by gayagape (11.6k, T), lighthouse au from the 2016 r/s games.

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3 - BIKE RIDE - This Is Not Your Year by montparnasse (17k, E). first war angst and pining, montparnasse - that’s it that’s the rec. so many quotes i wanted to pull.

“Holding onto your favorite bits?” “Remember there’s ice on the roads. Also we’re possibly being hunted.” “I’ll go slow.” “You’re so sweet,” said Remus, “always with all my extremities and orifices in mind.” On the seat he pressed very close to Sirius, hips first, the way he always did. “It’d be nice if someone around here ever thought of mine.”

bonus rec: There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by @wanderingbandurria (2.6k, T). a summer road trip (coughahem getaway car whomst?) leads to the Realization of Feelings.

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4 - FIRESIDE CHATTER - Goetia by @biremus and @kember-writes (44k, T). regency au, monster/horror au, Not Your Everyday fireside chat 👀 (also, some incredible art!)

The red coals in the fireplace provided just enough illumination for Sirius to watch as Dorcas lifted the silver bell in her hand, and rang it once. “Lord of Hell, we call you forth.”

bonus rec: Your Little Head by @paulamcg (1k, G) for, appropriately, r/s fireside tales. such a fascinating outsider pov wolfstar. no fireside warmth to be found here 😈🔥

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5 - BAKING - The Great Biscuit Calamity of 1978, and Other Such Disasters by @lunapwrites (8k, T). also hinny. post-second war, our favorite disasters being properly domestic.

"How did you even manage that, anyway? Like, I'm equal parts horrified and impressed, I am." "I was only trying to open the bag--" "With what? An Exploding Charm?"

bonus rec: A First Taste by LuminousGloom (3.8k, T) - a fluffy mwpp-era cooking at hogwarts!

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6 - STAR GAZING - this ficlet for meee by @tahtahfornow, for the tumblr prompt game things you said under the stars and in the grass. your writing your writing 😍😍🥰🥰 (also thank you for putting this on ao3 and not making me have to ritually sacrifice something to tumblr search)

Damp grass scratches against the napes of their necks, presses into the backs of their Oxfords; the star-soaked night sky blankets them like a soft flannel. The moon is waning, a fat yellow grin pasted above them, and Remus thinks maybe, wildly, that for once it is not mocking him, that its smile is true, that tonight—just tonight—it is on his side.

bonus rec: star talking, atop the astronomy tower. The things that lurk in the dark by TheDivineComedian (4.7k, T). one of my absolute favorite mwpp era, incredible marauders characterizations and character-insights in a slice-of-life.

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7 - HOT CHOCOLATE - Tight Spaces by @krethes (3.2k, T) - mwpp-era remus-trauma / remus’ werewolf childhood. lots of hurt but tons of lovely comfort after, and delightful marauders friendship.

Instead, he was jostled in a bone-crushing hug, sloshing hot-but-not-scalding cocoa on the blanket in the suddenness. Sirius buried his head into his shoulder and held him so tightly Remus thought he might snap in half. Remus's cheeks were wet and, embarrassed, he realized he was crying. He hadn't expected such a response from Sirius, who was usually joking or brooding, never something so gentle, so sincere.

bonus recs: naturally - Did You Miss Me? (600k, E) by @krethes and @fantismal, and Power the Dark Lord Knows Not (300k, E) by @fantismal and Jormandugr (nearly perfect chapter timing, too, hahaha)

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8 - APPLE PICKING - As Red As Hearts And Autumn by Rosie_Rues (47k, G), mwpp sixth year. sooo i went a bit out-of-season with some of these recs, but this fic is as autumn as it gets —

“Excuse me,” Sirius says, too loudly. “Why isn’t anyone paying attention to me?” “The central refrain of Sirius Black’s life,” Remus murmurs and finds himself being tackled by a large, black dog, intent on washing his face. He struggles and yelps but none of the others, traitors all, come to his rescue. Sirius changes back but stays sitting on Remus, twisting round to say, “Your apples are useless.” Peter snorts and opens his mouth and a barrage of apple cores hits him before he can speak.

bonus rec: Flesh in the fruit by @girl-with-goats (2.3k, M). not apples but peaches, and not peaches but peaches 👀😏🍑

anyway happy spooky season 🍂🧡💛❤️🍁

[twilightmalachite]

Poltergeist - Garbage Heap Sketch 3

Author: Akira

Characters: Madara, Natsume

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofer: Revoltrad

"In short… It’s just like playing hooouse!"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Maizuru House (Recreation Room)

About ten minutes later…

Madara: I’ve finished changiiing! After all, they say if you hang around in plain clothes, you might be mistaken for someone suspiciouuus!

Ooh! You’ve changed too, Anzu-san? You look cuuute! It reminds me of the old days, when we used to play house together as kids—

“Here you go Papa, today’s meal!” “Thanks Mama, I love you!”

…Hmm? Whaaat, why’re ya looking at me so distrustfully?

Hahaha, come to think of it, you already see me as a suspicious person who just claims he’s your childhood friend, don’t youuu…

Do you think I made up all those childhood memories too?

It’s true that the two of us really did play together, you knooow! Well, I am exaggerating somewhat.

Because you used to always be so quieeet! Come to think of it, when we’d play house, I’d just play the role of the dad, mom, and the kids all at the same tiiime!

And you’d just watch with a smile just like that. That was how we’d play house.

How nostalgic, hahaha!

Natsume: You guys look to be getting along surprisingly weLL.

Madara: Ah! Sorry sorry, I was chatting away and kept you waitiiing!

Natsume: I don’t miND. There’s no urgent work to be doNE, anywaYS.To be honeST, there’s no shortage of staff at this faciliTY—More than enouGH, in faCT.

If we don’t come up with work to do ourselvES, then we won’t have anything to do at aLL.

Madara: So, what kind of work…? What does it entail? I mean, I have a fairly good guess, but…?

Natsume: MhM. Here at the Maizuru House orphanaGE, MaM will be working as a nursery teachER.

The little kitten—Anzu-chan—and I will act as supporting roles for you theRE, Mikejima-senpai.

Madara: A nursery teacheeer… I don’t have any experience in that line of work, you know. Will that be okaaay? Don’t you need some sort of qualification for thaaat?

Natsume: Of courSE. It doesn’t matter if we’re not actually nursery teacheRS. This is just a job-showcase program that features idoLS, after aLL.

You'll work as an assistant to a real nursery teachER. You can just help out lightly as if it were a part-time jOB, okAY?

You don't even have to heLP, just pretend you are in front of the camera and that'll be good enouGH.

Madara: In short… It’s just like playing hooouse!

Natsume: YeP, it’s that category of pretend plAY. Projects like this are done oftEN. It’s not uncommon for entertainers to get thrown into various situations and experiencES, especially for web seriES.

In this case it would be “Let’s experience what it’s like to be a nursery teacher!” wouldn’t iT?

Madara: So a cheap project that looks like it was thought up in five minutes.

Natsume: You have a sharp tongUE, don’t yOU. The president seems to have done his best to come up with a MaM-like job like you wantED, you knOW.

MaM, as the name suggesTS, has the attributes of a maMA—A mothER.

Madara: A mother being someone who is supposed to love, care for, and nurture children?

Natsume: That’s the attributiON, yES. I know it sounds a bit old-fashionED, but the image you hold of a mother isn’t exactly the latest version eithER, isn’t iT?

Just put on your good ole old-fashioned mother act you have for the cameRA. That’s what you wished for, so you should be happy with thAT… RigHT?

Madara: Hmm. Well, I guess even I’m not sure what I was thinking about when I said I wanted a MaM-like job.

I might as well test out this job that the president so kindly considered for meee, then. It’s not like I can selfishly go “I don’t want to do this, I’m leaving,” anyways.

Natsume: That’s rigHT. You don’t want to take a how-many-hours long trip back to the Starmony Dorms all over agaIN, do yOU?

Even the mild-mannered president would be angry if you were to boycott a job so considerately given to yOU.

You would have to grab some souvenirs for him on the way baCK, at the very leaST.

Madara: I don't even think there are any shops where you can grab souvenirs around here…

The way to this place had nothing but untouched wilderness wherever I looked… Not even a siiingle house.

I was shocked to hear this was an orphanage. It’s more like an isolation ward or a prison.

Natsume: …It might be something like thAT.

Madara: Hm?

Natsume: It’s nothiNG. More importantLY: We’ve delayed this for a bit too long nOW, but allow me to give you a tour of the facility and introduce you to the rest of the staFF.

No more complaining about every little thiNG, and listen politely to what I tell you nOW, alrigHT?

Madara: Yeeees, Mama.

Natsume: Isn’t MaM supposed to be yOU? Goodness gracioUS.

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[honeybeewhereartthee]

My Darling Dolls

Chapter 23: Aoi Twin Past, The 6th Doll and The Pikachu

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"LET GO OF ME BEITCHI!" You start to move around as your being held Vai your headpiece by a rude guy, who can't even held a doll properly.

"Oh? It seems a little rude one have sneak in my property." Eichi smile as he wave you from left to right, making you see things dizzily.

"LET GO!!' you frown as you try to reach for his hand to electrify him a bit (or a lot) to make him let go yet his eyes seems fast enough to notice your hand start to sparkle before you can reach out for his skin and went to shake you around even more, he even went to spin you like your not a conscious being and only blurry color of you can be seen as he spin you like some rope.

"AHHHHHHHH I WANNA THROW UP--"as well hear your voice.

"Ahaha. It's quite rude to try and electrify a person. Now isn't it?" Eichi laugh at your situation but don't stop as he knows if your concentrate enough, your going to use those spark to attack him.

'MAYOIIIII-- ANYONE-- HELP MEEE--' you cried in your head as you start to see stars

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"MC!" Mayoi who was running through his secret passage suddenly felt his vision start to blurry and almost tripped when his vision darken a bit. Then he felt he wanna throw up.

"Agh... What... MC...! hic... *Sob." He quickly realize your being tortured by some evil person! He suddenly felt so sick than he already is as tears falls from his eyes yet he continue to run to get to the first floor faster without meeting anyone.

"I... I will be there!" He felt your calling out for him and hurried to open the door to the first floor hallway from the secret corner and at that moment, Hinata and Yuuta who's parkouring through the ladder to get down faster suddenly slip when they felt dizzy out of nowhere and start to see dotted vision, they all went rolling down the stairs.

"Aniki!!" Yuuta called out to his older brother as they get smack to first floor, face first.

"Ahh... I felt so dizzy..." Hinata mumble in his doll form. It's a good thing they are just few steps down and that they won't sustain major Injuries as they are darling dolls.

(After Mayoi realize Hinata is the one who put you in the vent to hide away. Mayoi unconsciously drain Hinata energy to stay human, he did apologize to Hinata afterwards when his mind become clear and the voice have stopped taking over his head. But before he can help Hinata about it. Aira message them and he run quickly and Hinata quickly follow suit and meet up with brother in the hallway.)

"Ahhm... What kind of situation is MC in right now...?" Yuuta question as he held his brother plushie form in his right hand while he held the wall in another. He also felt he wanna throw up.

"Uchuuuu!! Wahahaha! Hey I saw how you two went rolling down the stairs! it suddenly gives me inspiration!" Leo who's lettering the hallway laugh as he saw the twins comedic act just now

"Tsukinaga!" Yuuta called out before he felt he really going to throw up in the spot.

He quickly held his mouth and went knocking to the closest dorm room to use bathroom and throw up the content of his stomach.

"CanT yoU jusT usE youR owN bathrooM ?" Natsume commented as he peak at Yuuta throwing up in their dorm room bathroom after frantic knocking even knocking into his face for a moment.

"Uwah... Everything is s-spinning..." Hinata cried who's trying to walk around but tripped as his eyes is swirling, he too would throw up if not for the fact his in his doll form.

"whaT?" Natsume looks confuse at the two fellow dolls. His eyes narrow as he went to get his cards.

He quickly shuffle it and made Hinata pick three cards, Hinata manage to smack three cards off with his plushie hands while feeling dizzy as always.

"oH." He finally understand what happened to the two of them.

"iTs waS odD wheN thE twO oF yoU whO wenT tO haunteD dolL statE ablE tO returN tO thiS worlD." Natsume knows what happened to the two years ago, after their so called 'family' have called them monster and called them weird for being such an odd twins that was supposed to be a masterpiece of the 2nd dollmaker after Natsume who is haft finish by the first dollmaker yet unable to finish until the second dollmaker comes around.

Becomes a well known yet the dolls created by the first dolls master is never been beaten up with the quality. Hinata thought as the oldest if the world could only accept one Aoi, and turn to human one day.

It would be his precious brother and so he untied his own knot yet what he expect for Yuuta to be happy about cause him to fallen in haunted state and almost killed the evil man who made his brother think that way, their so called 'family'.

maybe Hinata and Yuuta is linked as twins more than others could think as Yuuta who fallen to haunted doll state and unknotted Hinata too fallen into one.

Then as the two who fallen to terrible fate with one another hand soon swift away by strings who promise them that they'll find a home one day-- the phantom taken them in as he did so, The person (the family of Aoi before) who is almost haft dead lost his own social standing and fallen to a karmic debt... As if a curse have befallen him. To live a life painful than death.

Then there's no more information about the twins ever again, not until they come around again a year or so again. Leaking the presences of haunted doll yet somehow more human than other dolls as if they were fix as new, better than ever. Now they smile so happily as they talk to everyone again and surrounded with new family. Full of love and affection they never gotten full before from their previous family.

Many questions what cause those two come such way and wish to know their secret.... Even that certain doll of the first dollmaker who still worry about his younger brother who's haft soul of his have fallen into haunted doll state (he only able to maintain being human(?) Is the fact his asleep almost all the time in the day from the drawback of his state, only with the help of his older brother who is one of the first doll maker doll he manage to be UNhaunted even with his haft soul left Inside of him) and taken by the Phantom years before have come to ask the two.

[ "Sakuma-senpie. We wish we could tell you but the phantom have the last say about this. " ]

And apologize to Sakuma who could only sigh hopelessly. He would ask Mayoi but Mayoi always gone when he reach out for him. And Mayoi mental state at that very moment is brick of going berserk and approaching him at that moment (when your in second trip in the past) would bring bad than good.

" sO itS thiS humaN whO helP yoU." Natsume saw through a glimpse of memories of the twin a blurry image of you before he get push back by strings and it even physical slash him.

"huH." Natsume held is wound in his hand and saw how deep it is. His very intrigued that The phantom would go far to blur your image and the fact there's a connection that made the twins and him to be able to feel what you feel. Such an interesting case, but why would he go that far? He have so many questions in his mind as he can only see a bit.

"Ahhhh! Sakasaki don't look too much.... Agggghhhhhhmmmmm...." Yuuta realize Natsume just use his abilities on them before he once again throwing up in the toilet.

"Hmm , then I won't look at where the 'doll' you both looking for then."

"...PLEASE LOOK THROUGH IT. I WANNA STOP THROWING UP..HUHU." yuuta shakes Natsume who chuckle evilly as he once again made them pull cards and Yuuta quickly did and when Natsume read it, his eyes widen.

"Their next door." He point out to Eichi-Rei-Aira dorm room. Hinata who heard it quickly takes run but still dizzy and so he tripped. Yuuta tries to call with his phone but his phone slip off his hand as his hand is kinda slippery and drop it to the toilet where he throw up.

"......" -Yuuta. 'The day can't get anymore worse.'

"Pff--" natsume laugh but he try to cover it so. But its too much and added to the fact he just seen you being spin around by Eichi and using you like your nunchaku. Everytime your able to move electrify him.

"Yuuta what's wrong with your phone? Did you make em swim in throw up shit? Ahaha!" Leo who come around the bathroom door to get a wet cloth to wipe his mess in the hallway as Keito have nagged him before going to eichi room.

"ahahahaH!!" natsume laughs so loudly when he look at the second card. Leo look at him like he have coocoo in the head.

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"Eichi you called--" Keito enter Eichi dorm room and at that moment Aira went pass it as he close it behind him as he enter..

"keito Catch." Eichi throws the nunchaku (?) In his hand to keito direction with a sneakers in his face.

"Hu--AHHHHH!?" The moment keito caught it, you who so dizzy held Keito with your paws and thinking it's that eichi bitch you use your electricity for like 5 seconds, causing keito to drop you to the floor.

"EICHI WHAT THE HELL?!" keito rubs his hand that get electrocuted just now and glare at eichi before he fix his glasses.

Through at that moment it was odd when he wear his glasses it become blurry and when he dont wear it he can clearly see eichi laughing his ass off in his bed.

"What the..." He try to adjust his glasses again but meet with the same problem. His clearly confuse.

"AHAHAHAHAHAAH!"- Eichi laugh even to the point his crying, his having too much good time!

"K-keito quickly don't let go of that Pikachu before they would go using thunderbolt at you again- ahahaha!" He added as he point at you who somehow able to stand with dizzy eyes.

Your electricity running wild in anger as you hear that bitch who treat you like a nunchaku earlier, laugh.

"BITCH I WILL END YOU!!" you screams like bloody murder and will commence murder to the war criminal who did you dirty.

"What in tarnation..." Keito look at the darling doll who seems to be a real life Pikachu. His otaku heart suddenly perks up and he wanted to get to know this real life Pikachu further but before that, he have to stop you from trying to burn down the building as you just inflame the building when you dizzily find your way to the trash bin full of papers (in sakuma side of the room ) and thinking it's eichi and using thunderbolt in it.

"Pfff-- ah shit this gone so bad so quickly." Eichi stop laughing as he look at the small fire you cause.

ᓚᘏᗢᓚᘏᗢ footnote

☄️Tag List: @valeriele3 @emikoisdead @allimili

☄️ Unknot means unalive / Base on setsuban event ensemble era ! But with my own twist.

☄️ The sequence of event happened in the same time period of time in their own point of view.

☄️ Hint: Yes the Black-Red haunted doll soul who gain somewhat Consciousness is Ritsu--his other haft of his soul. I mean. (Well explain in later story)

☄️ Thunderbolt when you use your electricity and because I have originality in a move for electric type.

☄️ First Dollmaker Dolls: Kanata, Mayoi, Rei, Shu, Wataru and somewhat haft did Natsume body but died before they finish it.

☄️ Second Dollmaker doll: (able to finish) Natsume, Aoi Twins.

☄️ Quality of the doll and the ability they have are base on how much love and effort as well care the dollmaker put to it. If you love what you make, it would be a masterpiece as long you won't succumb to greed you would not be swallow in it's quality -- not that dolls made out greed are not better. They just have the same gifts or strong as the one made with love.

☄️ Its also the reason Dolls MC made can be more human than they should be and able to maintain human form than others even if they aren't idols. It also includes the doll you fix (HiMERU/Mayoi/Aoi Twins)

☄️MC: @valeriele3