#the girl names are based off princess peach

[ya-bug-boy]

Can we get poly submas x DILF reader who has triplets from a previous marriage? Can you also make the triplets identical I just think that would be funny lol.

Poly Submas x Dilf Reader with Triplets

It's pretty obvious that people know who the twins are by this point. They're battle masters, train conductors, and are considered Unova's most sought after bachelors. You know them well actually, considering that they're your boyfriends.

You're a father of identical triplets, all girls. Every year you all dress up as Professor Utonium and the Powerpuff Girls. You always tell the girls that they can ask for a different themed costume but they insist on dressing up as Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup.

The girls are candy sweet, you love them so much! People often times have their own little nicknames for them. Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, or Eenie, Miney, Mo, sort of names.

The girls from oldest to youngest are named: Momoka, Hana, and Akari. The girls are adopted and you all immigrated over to the Unova region after you were able to secure a better job for a life for all four of you.

The girls are a handful at times but you're quite thankful to have the twins as your boyfriends. When you first immigrated, you were showing the girls on how to ride the subways safely. They all attended the same private school. The four of you would ride together in the morning and then the girls would walk over to where you worked at the Nimbasa Library. You'd all get lunch and when you went back to work, the girls would do their homework and play on the computers until it was time to go home.

There was a time though, the girls wanted to go hang out with some classmates. You were obviously very worried about them going on their own so you insisted that they take one of your Pokemons with you. But at some point, the girls got lost in the subway station, at three separate locations, and were crying for your help in the group chat.

You immediately went to look for them, asking for help. You found one of your girls but then when you found Hana and Akari, they were with one of the twins. Hana had found Emmet, and somehow charmed her way into getting him to buy her a lollipop. Akari was with Ingo, the two holding hands together as her other hand held a toy he had given her. You thanked the twins profusely for their assistance.

Since that day forward, the twins became almost an integral part of your life. Somehow the three of you have similar work schedules and train routes. In the morning, you'd see the twins on the same train to Nimbasa from Anville Town. The girls were happy to see the twins, but after learning that Hana got candy, the other two girls often ask when they'd get their share. It was here that you explained to the twins that the girls learned the concept of sharing. On the occasion you don't buy singular treats, you buy them a big candy bar and tell them to share it evenly.

On the train rides back home, the girls are often talking to the twins about their day. Talking about their school subjects and what not. At least until they found out that Ingo and Emmet are among Unova's best trainers and then they get excited and ask many questions, including wanting to see their pokemon.

When you all arrive at the same destination for home, the girls insist that the twins come over for dinner. The twins at first are apprehensive, but the girls insist and beg for you to let them join. Thankfully you have enough food in the fridge to prepare a large meal for them.

What started off as a coincidence, then intentions, easily became domestic. You at first tried to keep your romantic life with the twins a secret from the girls, at least until you gave them an explanation on gay people. When they saw Emmet and Ingo give you a kiss on the cheek, they all screamed in delight.

Birthdays and holidays became bigger with them in your lives. You wouldn't have it any other way.

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𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓!

- How svt hip hop unit would react to you using your safeword

- cw: fluff, established relationships, humor, slight angst, quickies, rough sex, smut, breeding, degradation, safewords, +18, mdni, mingyu as his own warning

Always be safe, xo

⤑ Seungcheol

"This is good right? You're good?" Over and over again, Seungcheol had peppered you with reassurances. They bounced off the bases of his soft, pillowy lips with the same convictions as the wet kisses he was leaving on the side of your face.

You could feel how rough he was beginning to get.

"You like this, don't you?" You were swimming deep in subspace, a land of pink pillowy nothingness where your brain essentially became a tabularasa. A blank fucking slate.

Like a fucking concrete monolith was stationed between your thighs, rutting against you harder and harder the more time that seems to ebb between you.

"F-Fuck, baby you're so tight, huh? Such a tight little princess for me?" He was completely and utterly delirious. You can't crane your hand to look at him no matter how badly you wish to. Your back flat against the polished wood of his desk, and his hand around your throat keeps you there as Seuncheol traps you underneath him. He fucking loved being framed by your soft, pillowy thighs. They got tighter and weaker intermittently around him, all while he whispered the most vile words into your ear.

"Y-Yeah- Cheol- fuck-" Seungcheol watches in pained ecstacy at your blissed out state, completely catching him in the height of his own Dom space. With your tongue lolling out, Seungcheol dips down to whisper straight into your open mouth, "You're such a pretty little slut you know that-"

He was squeezing the base of your throat as he rutted into you. More and more you began to wonder if you were even a person anymore.

"Just a pretty fucking slut for me to use-"

You felt like an object.

A toy.

And despite your walls clenching around his cock your hand flew to his wrist. "Ch-Cheol-"

"You're gonna make me cum, you stupid fucking bitch-"

"Cheol-"

"F-Fuck you're such a dumb little girl-"

"CHEOL- Ohmygod-PEACH-" as if released by some evil spell, Seungcheol immediately uncuffs his iron grip from the base of your throat. He is off of yoy in five seconds, creating as much distance possible while his chest rises and falls and rises and falls. You turn slightly, eyes wide and brimming with... something. It wasn't fear, Seungcheol would hate himself if it was that.

"Baby- I-"

"Could we maybe like, ease up on the name calling. J-Just a little."

He looks fucking devastated "Fuck, I'm- genuinely so-"

"I know. Babe, it's not your fault."

"When you said Degradation I just-" he shakes his head. He wasn't about to blame you. Anything but that. "Fuck I'm sorry-"

"Hey, you're so good. So good. I'm just not into it as much as I thought I was and that was an error on my part."

"Don't fucking apologize. Thank you for telling me."

"Thank you for being a safe enough place to tell." You shrug.

Seungcheol looks around the messy room with deflated shoulders.

"Are we.. do you- I mean I could run you a bath-"

"Get inside me, I was still close,"

⤑Wonwoo

There isn't a moment that Wonwoo isn't always just a little bit overly cautious during your various sexual escapes.

Whether it was a quickie in the bathroom of a Michelin Star restaurant or a divinely long session of lovemaking under the wooden beams of the ceiling, with both your bodies submerged in a sea of blankets. So completely consumed with one another, you've already filled the entire expanse of the messy California king with all your tussling and lovemaking. Wonwoo is always careful.

Infuriatingly so.

Howevsr, there are moments like tonight, where the stars were aligned just a little differently, and your long-term boyfriend was feeling all the more frisky.

You can feel his hands everywhere the very second he stormed into your bedroom from being cooped up in study.

What you expected would be the usual, sober, safe, sex with Wonwoo quickly bled into something else when he pushed open your legs and pulled down your underwear along with your tight pink bum shorts in a single fell swoop.

"Uh -" Your body just let itself be undressed by him. All you could do was watch your boyfriend and his stoney visage as he paid special attention to undressing you. The warm glow of the overhead lights shone off his glasses as he lifted your torso up as if it was nothing, undressing you as if you were a child with underdeveloped motor skills.

"Did everything go okay at work-"

"I can't write. Jihoon wants to record tomorrow and I still haven't written my verse," Wonwoo pays extra attention to rubbing his hands on your soft supple skin. His shadow falls over you as you feel completely vulnerable underneath him, and he has yet to spare your actual eyes even a single glance.

"I'm sure every amazing rapper's had writer's block once and a whi- FUCK!" Your head shot back into the pillows as Wonwoo buried his face in between your legs, eating you out with the most fervour he'd ever radiated in a single sitting. Gone was the poised, level headed Wonwoo. He died somewhere between the pages of his coffee stained notebook.

"God- Wonwoo-" he sticks his tongue out, lapping hungrily at your cunt that only gushes for him. He hums against the tortured skin and your fingers immediate reach for his scalp.

"Fuck-" he mumbles against your cunt before lifting his head, "Can't work like this-" he says before pulling off his thick rimmed glasses and discarding it somewhere on the bed. Your eyes cross the moment his plush lips rub against your cunt and your hips lift almost automatically from the bed. His hands are encircled around your ample thighs, promising you you're not going anywhere and his mouth visibly moves as he begins to eat you out in the most literal, most vile display of eating out you'd ever witness.

One tap on your thigh let's you know you're not watching him like he wants you to. Eye contact was sacred and Wonwoo always let you know.

You gain enough energy to crane you head down to make eye contact but the second you see his mess of overgrown hair, tousled from your harsh grip, or the eager, half lidded eyes, you're completely done for. You gush all over his face, and your limbs wrack and writhe, but he keeps you locked there.

"W-Wonwoo- Fuck-i cant-"

He doesn't listen, as if trapped in his own reverie of pussy-drunk pleasure as he continues to slurp at your cunt with his mouth sucrioned onto your clit.

"Wonwoo- Baby- please-"

He's far too locked away in the essence of you, way too fargone in the softness of your cunt to begin to realize you're becoming way too overstimulated.

It's only when you're tapping furiously at the side of his head, furiously screaming, "YODA! FUCK- YODA-" that he's ungluing his puffy lips from your poor clit, breathing heavily with his eyes wide as ifhed just been set free from the shackles of a spell. You're crying. That's the first thing he noticed. The second is your quivering legs, shaking like autumn leaves in the wind. Your bottom lip is shaking too, that's what gets him scrambling beside you where he immediately envelops you in the warmth of his embrace.

"I'm sorry, Princess-" and you can tell he means it, but still you weep silently.

Your voice is quivering as you say, "You-You know I can't go again so quickly after... after..." Your chest rises and falls and rises and falls and Wonwoo immediately presses your face into his chest, to let you air out all the bad emotions onto his plain white tee.

"I thought I was doing something good for you, but I only ended up thinking about myself," he admits against your forhead, where his lips refuse to part.

"I just... needed a break from work-" he says, "I'm sorry," and you forgive him because It's him.

⤑Mingyu

"Shh," he whispers, pulling your braids across your shoulders as he makes direct eye contact with you in the mirror, "This'll be really quick, I promise."

"I dunno, bro-" you whisper back, despite your hands already gripping the marble finishes of the bathroom sink. "Your quickies are never as quick as they need to be-" you say, pushing you ass back against the bulge in his designer jeans as you lower your torso to the sink.

Mingyu smiled from the mirror, something diabolical, his hair cropped, and his skin crisp from the warm, orange glow of the bathroom. Outside, somewhere down a labyrinth of corridors, the rest of his group sat in the VIP section of the televised award show. All of them humming along to whatever group has taken the stage with the hopes that their rapper would make it out on time for their own performance.

"You just indirectly told me I last long, baby," he says, clutching his heart through his Balmain dress shirt while making heart eyes at you through the mirror.

"Hurry or you're gonna miss your-"

"Fuck you're so wet- why are you so wet?" Mingyu rubs the softness of your ass while examining the gush of arousal coating your panties. He lifts his head, "I'm going to breed you-"

"Mingyu-"

He's already pulling his pants down, quick enough to pull his dick out and shove it inside your cunt. Your lips part and your head pushes against the mirror and you're seeing absolute stars. Quickies with Mingyu always felt particularly barbaric because of how sloppy he tended to get. His tongue practically rolled out his mouth like the golden retriever he was so often described to be, while he rutted into you with some base heavy trap song pouring through the speakers.

"F-Fuck, Mingyu- please,"

What he thought was a silent plead for more, spurred Mingyu. He was an insatiable brute as he laid a hand on your back, pushing you further against the sink. When the side of your face hit the marble, your blood ran cold.

"I'm going to fucking breed you , baby." His eyes are obscured by heavily tinted designer shades and his head his thrown back in ecstasy. He was beginning to drill his cock into you and you were beginning to find there is nothing you can do about it.

"'Gyu- you can't come inside, you know that-"

"I really don't think you should be on those pills anymore, babe-"

You instinctively lift your head to try to glimpse him through the mirror because he was talking crazy. His hand lifts his shirt as he drills into you, revealing his chiseled core and a near perfect lopsided smile.

"Are you talking about my birth control?"

Instead of giving you a response: "Down-" He grunts, forcing you to bend over again as his thrusts became sloppily and sloppily, "Almost there, don'wanna miss the performance-"

"Mingyu you're not cumming inside me-"

"Fuck- why not? You're so perfect and so tight. Your body's just begging for me to fuck a baby into it-"

"PEPPERONI-" You scream immediately bullying him off of you until he's stumbling backwards and your back is pressed against the marble. You watch him shake his head, pants loose around his waist and yet he still somehow locked infuriatingly perfect.

"What the fuck- DUDE!" You can barely keep the anger from seeping out of your voice as you glare down your irresponsible boyfriend.

"WHAT THE FUCK-"

"I didn't finish!" he whines while stomping on the ground with his heavy sneakers.

"Were you seriously going to finish inside me!? After I explicitly told you-"

"Shh, shh," Mingyu says, stepping towards you to even out the angry creases on your forhead. "It was just for the fantasy, babe," he whispers, "Just for the fanatsy,"

⤑ Vernon

You didn't wanna say the word. It just sorta slipped. Straddling Hansol while some Pixar film played in the back was definitely not how you expected your second sexual encounter to go. There was still so much you had to learn about one another. Your bodies were vast fields of uncharted territory, and you weren't particularly sure Vermon would like all of those parts.

"Fuck, you're so hot- he whispers against your bare chest because discarding your shirt had been the first order of business. "So beautiful-"

You had begun rutting against him, with your skirt falling over his sweatpants, and your breathing became heavier and heavier. There was no explaining the tension that bubbled as your cunt rubbed greedily against his front but you were well aware of that feeling.

"God, you feel so damn good," he whispers, "You gonna cum for me?" Hansol's voice is utterly dripping with sex and all you can do is whimper as you dig your fingers into his hair- "Hansol, I-"

"Fuck, I think you're gonna cum from humping me, baby? Thats so hot..." A pool of wetness trickled from your cunt and it stole all the strength to immediately push yourself off screaming "NEMO-" you tapped out.

"Woah-" Vernon looks confused, justifiably so as you scoot to the floor, your legs quivering underneath you as your orgasm ebbed away.

"What do you need?"

You evade eye contact as you speak. "I just... didn't wanna disgust you or anything-"

"Dude, 'disgust' is literally the last thing on my mind. What's the problem?" You're still unable to make eye contact, causing Vernon to sigh as he sits forward with his elbows on his knees, to get closer to you in height.

"Is it the movie? I never thought Pixar would end up being a cockblock-"

"I nearly squirted." You admit. "Like everywhere-"

A moment of silence swells between you two and you can feel your heart sinking with every passing second. You wish to be anywhere but here. You could already smell all the warm popcorn you would ingest out of heartbreak, all the movies you'd-

"Fuck, and you thought that would 'disgust' me?" You peer up at him in pure wonder while lust descends on his visage like a shadow. "Sit on my face right now."

[eds6ngel]

Hi doll! I was wondering if you could write one where Steve and Alena plan a proposal please 🥹

hi, my love! i love this request and was hoping it would come up!! i've provided some new images since alena is nine now in the timeline!! i hope you enjoy the sweetest proposal ♡

warnings: dad!steve. mom!reader. fem!reader. 90s!au. use of y/n. food mentions. mentions of judgement of alena calling reader 'mom.' pet names. kissing. mentions of sex. lil bit of angst (maybe?) lots of crying. steve being a nervous wreck. just a ton of fluff and comfort!! [2.4k].

author's note: firstly, i would like to say thank you so much for the continued support on this series!! for now, i will be closing requests just based on how hectic my life is about to become. blurbs for all characters will be open, so you can request some cute lil steve blurbs if you wish (or any other characters i write for!!) but for now, requests are closed for this series, and i will add onto it when an idea pops into my head. i hope you all understand ♡

As soon as Steve heard that your school were doing customised candy canes for Christmas, he knew exactly what he had to do.

“Pumpkin?” Steve yells, Alena instantly zooming into the living room, almost crashing into her dad at lightning speed. “Woah, take a breather there.”

“Sorry, dad,” the nine-year-old apologies, “Princess Peach and He-Man just kissed!”

Steve chuckles, “Did they now, sweetpea? I hope they both enjoyed it.”

She hums in content, nodding as she swings back and forth on her feet, “Uh huh! And Peach initiated it! It took He-Man off guard, but he slowly got used to it. He was super impressed by a woman taking charge!”

Yeah, she’d definitely got her girl-boss attitude from you. The mom effect.

“That’s exactly what I like about your mom. Not afraid to take charge, is she?”

“Nope!” she pops the P, “Mom is super cool! She like…” Alena thinks for a second, “Makes me brownies after school, even though she is really tired. I always tell her to stop, but she says she does it to make me happy, and seeing me happy makes her happy.” She purses her lips, “Wish she’d rest though, I always feel super bad!”

“Me too pumpkin, me too,” he sighs, ruffling her hair. “Speaking of your mom, I have a request for you.”

Alena takes a seat next to Steve on the couch, him explaining the situation, “You know I’ve been talking about marrying your mom?”

Her eyes light up at the sentence, a grin forming on her face as she kicks her growing feet, “Yeah?”

“Well, I want you to be a part of it,” he smiles, Alena hugging him from the side, aggressively rocking them back and forth. “Yes! Yes! Yes! What do I need to do, dad? I’ll do anything!”

“Okay,” he begins, clicking on his pen, “If I tell you what to write, can you scribble it down on this card? I’m going to take you to the Christmas Fayre at Ernie Pyle and she’ll get it given to her then.”

She nods enthusiastically, “Of course, dad!”

And so it began… The planning of the proposal.

Steve had spent the previous week calling and having discussions with principals, teachers and assistants at your school, making sure that the proposal went just as he wished. Luckily, they were all on board with the plan, knowing when to give you the candy cane and how the situation would commence.

Hand in hand, Steve and Alena entered the brick building, heading down the longing hallway towards the cafeteria, where the majority of the Christmas stalls were set up. Steve knew that they handed the candy canes out in batches, so decided to spend some time visiting other stalls and drinking a well-made hot chocolate with Alena, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows.

A small hand on his shoulder alerts him, your co-worker Amelie leaning over, a pile of candy canes held between both of her hands. “Hey, Steve.”

“Hey!” he replies, turning around to look at her, “Is it almost time?”

She nods in response, “I’ll hand out the others first, give you some time to calm your nerves and talk to her.”

“Okay,” he sighs deeply, breathing out as he basks in the moment, realising that this was absolutely happening. The ring was concealed in his back jean pocket, covered over by a thick, blue, cashmere sweater. Although a busy event, he felt as if this had significant meaning. Despite being at Hawkins Elementary, a Christmas Fayre was the setting that the two of you realised your mutual feelings for each other, the first time you both complimented each other in a way that crossed the platonic boundary of teacher and parent. He can’t believe that happened almost three years ago, it felt like yesterday. Over the course of the past three years, you two had kissed, said ‘I love you,’ had your first time, moved in and Alena now finally calls you her mom. And he had to admit, it was the best three years of his life, despite the bumps along the road.

He sighs once more, throwing his empty cup into the trash along with Alena’s and holding out his hand towards her, “You ready, pumpkin?”

“Yes!” she cheeses, Amelie whispering to him, “You got this.” She pats him lightly on the back before heading over to another parent and their child.

There’s a slight queue at your table, you selling Christmas cookies, every family wanting to get a small batch. After a few minutes of your sweetest voice talking so politely to the small set of twins in front of you — who couldn’t be no older than two — they bounce off with their parents, biting into the deliciousness of the perfectly-melted chocolate chip cookies, the chocolate oozing out, smearing all over the sides of their faces.

You giggle as you watch them make a mess, turning back to see Alena waving at you, holding a stuffed animal in her arms. “I see,” you say, pretending to think by putting your fingers under your chin, “I have not been introduced to this bunny before. Are they a wonderful addition to the family?”

“Yep,” she beams, “Her name is Mrs. Hopps.”

You gasp, opening your mouth in shock as you exaggeratedly reply, “Does Mr. Hopps finally have a wife?”

“Of course,” she says, rolling her eyes dramatically, as if the answer wasn’t obvious enough, “He was feeling lonely, so I got him a wife.”

“No dating? No proposal? No wedding?”

Steve almost gulps at the mention of a proposal. Even though the two of you were talking about a literal stuffed animal, it grounded him back to reality. He could feel the palms of his hands beginning to sweat, looking behind him to see Amelie holding one remaining candy cane in her hand. It had to be yours. He was praying the mom she was currently with liked a good chit-chat, else she would be coming over any minute.

Amelie notices his staring, raising her eyebrows and giving him a quick wink, Steve flipping his head back around, wiping his palms on his jeans, a slight wet patch being left there. God, that’s embarrassing. He needed to pull himself together.

“Hey, honey. How’s the fayre been?” you ask, hands on your hips, awaiting his response. He couldn’t believe that he was going to ask you to be his forever. There you were, dolled up in your red dress, wobbly, sparkling Christmas trees perched on top of a headband, black painted nails and a bright red lip to match. You were stunning, beautiful, breathtaking.

He stutters over his words, “Y-Yeah, I, um… It’s been fun.” He points behind him, “Had some hot chocolate, made it extra fancy. Um… Oh yeah, Alena’s bunny and just looked at other things really…”

“Cool,” you nervously chuckle, his energy bouncing onto you. “Don’t worry about buying anymore, I already put some behind for us. Unless, you want to, of course. That’s totally okay too…” you say, pointing towards the cookies.

Before Steve gets the chance to reply, Amelie is appearing in front of the three of you, showing him a sympathetic smile as she passes the candy cane over to you. “Looks like you have a delivery, Y/N.”

“Ooh, what do we have here?” you giggle, looking down at Alena who is practically bouncing on her toes with excitement.

“Open it!” she shouts, a little too loudly, disturbing some of the people around you, who quickly shut up as they see what Steve is doing from behind you. Many gasps can be softly heard as you begin to read the small card attached to the candy cane, written neatly in Alena’s handwriting.

My sweetest Y/N.

You have been so awfully kind to me these past two and a half years. I hope the second year spent with us Harrington’s for Christmas will be as wonderful as the last.

And if you turn around, I may want you to join the Harrington family.

I love you.

Your Steve.

Suddenly, the gasps make sense. Turning around, Steve is down on one knee, red velvet box held out in front of him, a dazzling silver ring, accompanied by a luminous rose quartz gemstone. With your knowledge of crystals, you almost broke down into tears. A few slipped down your face, staining the apples of your cheeks as you cover your mouth in shock, eyes brightening up at the situation. Rose quartz specifically signified three things: unconditional love, emotional healing, and compassion.

You knew of Steve’s past, of his relationship with Alena’s mom. He brought it up pretty early on, worried that his unhealed trauma of her walking out and leaving him alone could effect his reactions to certain situations and instances with you. But, if you asked him now, he felt safe with you. He felt like a whole new man. And although trauma never truly goes away, it had been healed enough for him to feel the most content and carefree he had in over ten years. He was the emotional healing.

Which meant you were the compassion. You understood his suffering, his deep-rooted issues that you may not have experienced with another human being. In any argument or disagreement, he thought you would leave. During sex, he would cradle you as close to his body as possible, scared you were going to escape. Anytime you would leave the house, he would say the words, “I love you. Stay safe. I’ll see you later, beautiful girl,” no matter if you were heading off to work, or walking five minutes down the street to collect some everyday essentials from the local store. You recognised his suffering, and you gave him everything to help him feel safe, comfortable and blissful.

And together, you had unconditional love. You would accept and love each other always and forever, even on the days where Steve felt more distant, or you came home from work, wanting to be alone for a while. Maybe you threw an insult, maybe Steve said something offensive, but it never changed the foundations of your relationship built on trust, empathy and kindness. And that’s what made it unconditional.

Steve breathes out, almost choking on a sob that tried to escape his mouth, attempting to remember the half-finished speech he had pre-written in the depths of his mind. “The first time I felt an ounce of your love to me was at Hawkins Elementary’s Christmas Fayre in ‘95. The word ‘handsome’ coming out of your mouth transported me back to my youth, as if I was some giddy schoolboy with a crush on the prettiest girl in the playground. Well,” he chuckles, “Maybe I was. Except this time, it wasn’t a schoolgirl, it was my daughter’s teacher.”

He reaches for your hand, which you gladly take, his visibly shaking out of nervousness. He mouths a quick “Sorry,” to which you whisper, “It’s okay. Carry on, my love.”

“Jesus,” he mumbles, composing himself, “I had never seen someone more beautiful in my life. Not only were you such an amazing teacher to her, but…” The waterworks begin to flow, tears spilling down his cheeks, he just couldn’t help it. It was too special of a moment to him. “But, you were incredible to me. You were so sweet, and kind, and had no judgement for me being a single dad. I wanted you so bad at the time, and although it took a while for it to happen, so I’m fuc— I’m so glad it did.”

You stroke your thumb over the top of his hand, you, Steve and Alena crying in unison, your co-worker Amelie, who has been a rock throughout your relationship, was letting a few shed herself. You feel him squeeze back, “I just… I tell you everyday how much I love you, I feel like I’m just rambling at this point. Yeah, you’re wonderful, beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous. I could not ask for a better rock throughout my life, and I want you forever. So, please marry me. You would make me so incredibly happy. Even more happy than I already am seeing your beautiful face every waking moment of my life.”

You frantically nod, holding out your left hand to him, “I would want nothing more. Of course I’ll marry you, baby. Anytime, anywhere, I don’t care. As long as it’s with you.”

He takes the ring out of the box, sliding it over your ring finger, the band fitting perfectly. You assumed he measured one of your everyday rings, the one you wear on your right ring finger. That, or he measured your finger whilst you were asleep. The thought made you giggle, despite how unrealistic it was. It was something you could somehow imagine. Just him and Alena with a tape measure around your hand.

Steve lifts you off the floor, your arms swinging around his neck and he nuzzles his face into yours, whispering over and over again, “I love you.” He places many sweet kisses to your lips, you clutching onto his face, desperate for him not to let you go.

A large wail can be heard from beside you, Alena’s voice tearing through the crowded room, you and Steve immediately looking worried as her eyes remain red raw. “Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong, sweetpea?” you ask softly, grabbing her wrists and removing her hands from her eyes.

“It’s just—” she swallows, sniffling along, “I know you are m-my mom, but you weren’t officially my mom. And everyone would say how you aren’t actually my mom. And that really hurt me. B-But now, you are—” She breaks down once again, struggling to get out her last words, “You are gonna be my actual mom, like… by law. And n-now I won’t have to ever explain myself again.”

You coo, hugging her into your side, wrapping your arms tightly around her back, “You will always be my daughter, honey. No person, or law, or anything in this universe could tell me different, okay?”

“Exactly,” Steve says, kissing her left cheek, leaning down beside her, just like you had, “You have me, your dad, you have Y/N, your mom, and you will forever.”

She nods, the pair of you hugging your daughter tightly. With the ring on your finger glimmering in the light, and your fiancé and daughter snuggled against your sides, this was proof of your future. You didn’t need anything else in the world to be happy. As long as you had them, everything else felt completely okay.

i hope you enjoyed!! i will try and add more installments to this series in the future when i have an idea and get the time!! if you want to see more fics/blurbs from me, as well as other material, put yourself on my taglist to get updates from me! until then, request in those blurbs and i will return to steve and alena soon ♡

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[gingerjolover]

Pet Names - KG (Muna)

everyone say thank you @whore4munagenius 🙇🏻‍♀️🙏🏻

also canonically thinking of soft!gf i cant stop myself we are one

All of Muna uses baby/babe/honey so those aren't included that's just canon i said what i said

rpf smut under da cut - minors gtfo

anything with sweet (sweetheart, sweet, sweet girl, sweetie) - 10000% katie's version of princess, like have they forgotten your name? nope, she just uses any variation of these names at any time. i do think sweetheart and sweetie are the sfw names, like in public or when y'all have friends over in the garden for a lil bbq, she's calling for you across the backyard like, "do you need help sweetheart?" or "here i'll get the door sweetie." i think her calling you "my sweet" is reserved for special occasions like birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, etc. i just think it sounds so formal. the other variations are fine in public but i think sweet girl is sooooo bedroom vibes. i use sweet girl for julien a lot and i think about it in the same way for katie like, "be patient sweet girl," while she's sucking hickeys into your thighs

angel - i think katie calls it how they see it okay, you're an angel and you will be treated as such. i don't think this is an everyday name like anything with sweet^ but there's no place she wouldn't call you angel. in public at the grocery store and you're checking stuff off of a grocery list? "got it, next one angel." when she's teaching you to rollerskate and you almost fall? "i got you angel." when you're being so good and patient for her as she kisses down your body? "stay still and i'll reward you angel." so it's not an everyday name but its versatile as hell

sunshine - your pouts and frowns do something to katies insides. sunshine is a name reserved for when you're feeling extra needy, katie is pouting along with you because you look like you could combust, she can practically see a rain cloud sitting over your head. maybe you're under the covers, nose and mouth peaking out so you can breathe and katie is kneeling down next to the bed, kissing your lips softly, eyes lighting up when you pull the covers down, "hiya sunshine," she says softly, stroking your hair and running a finger down your face.

darling - there's two versions of darling, there's the everyday like "good morning darling" or "text me when you get there safe darling" and then there's the dramatic darling, reserved for when y'all are fighting or arguing and she says something like "darling, i love you, but you're not listening to me," and ts paired with like a disappointed half smile that makes soft!gf absolutely lose it because how can katie still be so sweet while arguing with her.

i thought about darling being an entirely innocent nickname but then i had a thot about katie breathlessly calling you darling while your knuckle deep in her and kissing her sloppily. ok it would be sooooo cute, she'd be all like "p-please darling, you're so good fuck" aAAHH

peach - this one is so off base like i have no evidence but i think she starts calling you peach very early on in the relationship and you're confused because maybe you don't like peaches or maybe you like them a lot and you're wondering if she's mocking you? but then one night katies lying in bed, glasses on hair up, reading a book when you walk in the bedroom ready for bed. she's instantly putting the book down and opening their arms being like "c'mere peach," and when your head is on her chest you finally ask "why do you call me peach?". katie's eyes basically darken, one hand sliding down your back to pinch your ass before she leans down and connects your lips before saying, "because the first time i tasted you, you were as sweet as a peach," and smirking

[pikmin-applebloom-art]

First page of my Video game Doujin webomic prologue redone

I decided that starting off with the grimdark stuff was too bold.

So here's some exposition and worldbuilding for Pixel City.

Transcript:

Video game game characters are just like us. They use public transportation.

Sign Language TL: Heyy (Misread as Love-ya!) wanna grab a slice (of pizza) later? Exciting! But Love yourself first! (she's aroace)

They go shopping occasionally.

Mario! Please don't stand in the shopping cart!

Hmm, what fruit to get for the party? Lotta good choices, pthhpth.

They even try out games and sports. Even dangerous ones.

THIS CLUB IS SO OFF THE CHAIN!!!!!

Hey there, Undyne, wanna play Chaosvolley? You know I can't do it alone, Pescita.

Video game Characters aren't perfect, and they will argue.

Shimea, we're late to biology. I'll make the first incision on the dead frog.

By Nayru above! You made the first incision on the sheep's eyeball a few weeks ago. You said I can have a turn next time, didn't ya, Enokiko!

Kirby divider by @alphabeet-s0up

Took a while, but I made this!! info below the cut

The inkling girl in the first panel is Carlotta Marisa Ikaraggi, and she's a prodigal sign interpreter for the Squid sisters. And her surname sounds like Ikarrage, or "fried squid" in Japanese, which is what Calamari is. She's from splatsville and her parents come from Cephaloflorence, Inktaly.

The gal next to her is from the Hoenn region. She's an ace trainer named Kasumi Dominica Hamasaki-Brooks. She's deaf in one ear and wants to be a water type gym leader.

Also in the first panel is the Sniper from Team Fortress 2. After finding out he NEVER buys his own shirts, I figured he'd be the kind of person to only enter a contest or competition if the grand prize is a free T-shirt. So yeah, with the transferable skills, Mr. Mundy became the Bee photography champ of 1964. Also he's wondering how Waddle Doo is listening to music.

Knuckles is autistic in my HC, and while he (much like Eggman) is a feminist, he doesn't like to read long paragraphs. So I decided he would read a book of Alison Bedschel Cartoons.

In the second panel, we see two sims characters, one of which is an oc. Hali'a el-Ghani is Hawaiian/Senegalese, and likes floral hijabs. To her right is Savannah Price, but I decided to give her a better looking hairstyle (namely box braids in a ponytail with some edges).

Also Mario and Luigi and Bob the Cat.

The mannequins are of Princess Dragonfruit (my idea of what Wa-Peach is like, somewhat like Bowsette, and she's cringefail villain with a Dr.Doofenshmirtz level of incompetence and her girlfriend is Princess Chammomile, who's pretty much WaDaisy and she sleeps often and has a mellow but lazy stoner-ish vibe) and some random guy.

The next panel shows a club of some sort. Rouge the bat wants to play a game of Chaosvolley with Undyne.

I decided that rouge the bat WOULD wear the jewelry she steals, and frequently lies about where she got it. Also I can't draw anyone playing pool to save my life. So I made up a dangerous "Party sport" instead.

The shirt Undyne is wearing is based off of a hat from @shirtsthatgohard

Bronto Burt is in the corner dancing.

The sonic character in the BG is an oc named Guava the Fennec. She's a green fox with pink eyes and likes fruit smoothies

The foreground shows a Hylian named Shimea who's family runs a tea house inn oot castle town. The Toad next to her is Enokiko Toad, a reserved and intelligent gal who's also quite blunt and also very autistic.

Chikorita Divider by @ianrkives

Note that none of the characters on this page who wear school uniforms wear the exact same uniform. That's because Principal Isabelle Shizue (yes from animal crossing) forgot to have a uniform made for Lawson High (named after Jerry Lawson, who pretty much invented the video game console) so Isabelle just put (wear a school uniform.

In reality, it's because I have ADHD and I don't want to draw the same uniform multiple times.

zelda divider by @saradika-graphics

Btw the department store in the second panel is fluffmart from the Papa Louie series. Which I HC as a mix of Target and Costco.

[s-creations]

26 Ways to Feel Mortal - D: Dolls

26 Chapters based around experiences that newly arrived Geno experiences while trying to find the Star Pieces.

Fandom: Super Mario & Releated Fandoms, Super Mario RPG Rating: Teen and UP Audiences Relationship: Mario/Geno (Nintendo), Mario/Princess Peach (Nintendo) Additional Tags: Rating for Teen needed for later chapters, but shouldn't be to worrisome, I'll have warnings if I'm worried, Poly relations!, Main characters will always be named, Minor characters will arrive as needed, the chapters are not in a specific order, just meets the needs of the given word, please be aware of spoilers.

Dolls: (noun - plural) A small model of a human figure, typically one of a baby or girl, used as a child’s toy. 

The wide window held a crowd of curious young children. All squealing with excitement over the newly created toy that was on display. Practically pulling their parent’s arm off to get them into the store. Begging for their newest obsession to be purchased.  

Geno watched on curiously as the reset of the team gathered their needed supplies. Eyes following and darting around from child to child. Those gleefully hugging their prize. Others pouting too full on screaming at not getting what they wanted. 

“Kids have a lot of energy, don’t they?”

Geno turned to Mario. The human offering a smile while hoisting the bag further onto his shoulder. 

“They are…very eager. I’ve seen many wishes arrive from children. Begging for the newest toy. Some are more…pleasant than others.”

They both looked back towards the store hearing another scream of joy, this time. Holding their own toy tightly while their parent watched on. Exhausted, but also clearly pleased that their child was happy.

“Those objects…they hold a lot of power.” The puppet continued.

“That they do,” Mario raised a brow watching as Geno looked down at his hands, “You okay?”

“I haven’t seen another me… Another Geno, I should say, since we’ve left Rose Town.”

“Well, ‘Geno’ the doll might be a hand me down of some kind. An item passed down from family member to family member.” 

“Ah…” Geno said softly at that.

“What’s wrong?”

“When I arrived, I hadn’t put much thought into which form I was taking. I just knew I had to work quickly. To get the Star Pieces. I didn’t think I would be taking something so…priceless.” 

Geno staggered slightly when Mario casually draped an arm over the puppet’s shoulders. Who felt a strange warm build up inside him.

“Gaz gave you permission to use this body. He’ll be thrilled when you return and tell him all about the amazing adventures you went on.”

Geno couldn’t help but laugh at the human’s enthusiasm. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Besides, I think it’s kind of fitting.”

“What do you mean?” Geno tilted his head curiously as he watched Mario’s cheeks turn a soft pink.

“Well, I mean, a one of a kind body for a Star, a one of a kind being.”

The warmth seemed to grow further. Geno letting out a bright laugh, leaning further against Mario.

“That was so corny.”

“You liked it. And you know I’m right!”

[auxiliarydetective]

Behold! I have returned to bring you a gift!

Yes, I've actually managed to write another Cora fic. I've been working on this for over a week now and I'm so glad that it's finally done. Hope you enjoy it!

Summary:

Having made their vows to follow their dreams, the Straw Hat Pirates have a little party as they wait for a storm to clear. Over the course of the evening, mixed in with Usopp's magnificent stories, Cora shares the one myth she knows about her family, and eventually falls asleep after weeks of being unable to get a good rest, finally feeling safe. However, this only serves as yet another reason for Zoro and Sanji to get into a fight, this time over how to best take care of the girl that makes both of their seemingly opposite worlds go round.

Manga Meter Rating: ☀️ (aka no spoilers, you can read it without any worries)

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis@oneirataxia-girl@daughter-of-melpomene - let me know if you’d like to be added!

BONUS

I don't know if I'll turn this into an actual tradition for all the OC posts I'll make from now on, but I think I will as long as I have unintroduced characters and as long as I still have fun with it. SO, here's another hint for my unintroduced OPLA OC.

First of all, allow me to sort of explain the last hint I gave with my Cora poster: Her devil fruit is based off of the game Super Princess Peach and the music video for Cry Baby by Melanie Martinez. I'll link it to you here, with the potentially disturbing first part skipped (hopefully - I've tested it on desktop, don't know about mobile). If not, skip to 4:29, that's where it gets interesting for my OC.

Now, a new tip: The devil fruit's name is Poro Poro no Mi! And since I feel a little bad feeding you only the tiniest crumbs: She'll probably be introduced during the crew's stay at Syrup Village and she's not fully human.

[tsuki-sennin]

*Deep breath* Wahahahaha~! Make way, peons! It's a festival, a festival I say! Coming to Sorashido City whether you like it or not! Wahahahaha! So... Princess Elle of Sky Land is feeling great sorrow? Well now... we can hardly have that now can we?

This tremendous sweet sixteen for Hirogaru Sky PreCure! Is it a worthy telling of such an iconic legend?

Oh, by the way, by the time you're likely reading this, it's the birthday of our very own Tsubasa Yuunagi~!

By the way, here be spoilers! You'd best tread with caution!

-Everywhere I go... I see his face. Tarou-san...

-Bwuh? Oh yeah, Ranborgs.

-And Captain Shalala just dipped.

-By the way Sora, I'm very proud of you for kicking so much ass last episode, you were awesome.

-Ageha, now hardly seems the time for puns.

-The birthday boy grits his teeth.

-Hello, Yoyo-san.

-"What's their fucking deal, Grandma?"

-Light and shadow. Heaven and Hell. North Carolina and South Carolina.

-Ohhhhhh!

-K

-Kira Kira Energy.

-...this feels oddly familiar.

-An apothecary~!

-Papa, Mama, yes~!

-Aw :(

-Kanashimi o taiji shite yu- No Tsuki! Restrain yourself. It's not yet time.

-Uhhhhh, theme song! I forget if I talked about it yet, but it's delightfully hopeful and (as expected of a Toei franchise) masterfully composed. The percussion especially is immaculate, a good percussion section knows exac

-Onitaijin.

-Ohhhh, puppet show~!

-Pretty Princess Butterfly.

-You are very based, Tsubasa. I forgive you, you filthy crimin- *Smack!* Focus!

-Momotaro~!

-We must hurry to Onigashima.

-Well, we could retell the story with an odd cast from previous seasons... Love/Peach would make a good Momotaro just off her name alone, you could make a strong argument for casting Kokone/Spicy or Akira/Chocolat as the dog, Asuka/Flamingo of course could be the pheasant as it's a neorinthe like a flamingo...

-I'm not quite sure who'd be the monkey in this case. ...Ako/Muse, perhaps? I'm genuinely not sure, I only started watching Suite a little while ago, but she does give me monkey vibes. Minori/Papaya'd make a good substitute if you don't think that counts though.

-She shreep

-Puppet play~!

-Don! Don! Donbura ko!

-Don Elletaro~! Fully formed and armed to the teeth!

-Prop recycling~! Wouldn't be a Toei production without it, huh?

-Well, you know how it is, Mashiron! Everybody loves to play with the tropes of fairy tales~! It's why we as a society love Shrek so much. And RWBY... and I guess if you're me, Saber.

-Yooooo! Nippon Ichi!

-Dango~!

-Furry Sora Jumpscare!

-Keep your face out of the kibble and we'll be just fine.

-Free Bread~!

-Elleeeetaro Zan, Elletaro Zan!

-And now... a Haiku.

Light from the blue sky

Caught in the shining prisms

Rainbows gayly form.

-Y'know, Shinichi would be giving Mashiro girl advice. And she'd go for it.

-We're all going pretty quick, eh? Mmmm... Momotaro had to do a bit of walking after.

-...there is a surprising (read: distressing) level of similarity between Tsubasa (Yuunagi, moderate amount of issues) and Tsuyoshi (Kijino, lots of issues).

-Y'know, male character in a predominantly female role, used for comic relief fairly often, being wildly popular among fans on Tumblr... all I'm saying is you might wanna keep an eye on Wing's love life. For his sake, and ours.

-We laughed, we cried, we had wacky misunderstandings, we had insane romance subplots, people died and came back, Kaito was there...

-To the port!

-Onigashima! Where the ogres gather.

-Ohhhhhhh

-There's something about the Underg, huh Granny?

-Elletaro's companions stand resolute in spite of their fears.

-This is the good stuff.

-...apparently the princess isn't quite a big fan. ...give it a few more minutes, it'll be really good.

-Here comes creepy Battamonda~! Who... most assuredly is not a Noto analogue. That's probably better reserved for Captain Shalala or from a certain perspective Kabaton.

-Oniiiiiiiiii~!

-Ageha may be voicing the Oni, but she's definitely no Haruka. ...if anything, she's much more of a Jiro type. Arguably even more so than whatever Fifth Cure we'll be getting.

-Hirogaru-ki!

-The special effects are ruined! Your suit budget is in shambles! The shippers are going apeshit!

-She walks!

-She speaks!

-She's done it!

-Baa~!

-The cloud has lifted.

-For Elletaro! Princess Elletaro~!

-...so uh... where're Sora's parents in all this?

-I don't mean to ruin this nice moment, but I find it a little concerning that they don't seem to have been appearing much.

-BIRDS

-"What up, fellas?"

-Instead of kidnapping, Battamonda prefers a spot of murder.

-Whoa, perfect catch!

-Hell yeah, Prism Punch!

-I love how floaty these fight scenes are.

-Down they go!

-Eat my ass, Battamonda.

-Keep moving forward! The princess says so!

-Wahahahahahahahaha! Shine on, dear companions!

-Whoa! Flash Bang!

-Man, the Sky Mirage just seems like a really neat little toy to play with.

-Into the mirror~! Okay!

-Mermaid Aqua Pot Moment.

-Have you considered maybe you're just a moron?

-Thank you again, Elle-chan.

-Walk style.

-Elletaro-san~! Elletaro-san~!

-Bread...

-So let's get the party started~! Don Don, Iitokomikke~! Tokuige! Ni mune harou ze Brother! WOO!

-Ah, uh, outro, outro! Very catchy, love the rhyme structure, the Butterfly teasing is making me seethe and cope, get your skinny ass in there already babe.

-Mashiron must run! And never look back!

-Now if you excuse me, I do believe I have an installment of a certain other franchise to get back to. One that also involves floating sky kingdoms, ancient legends, knights and heroes, a pig-themed villain, wildly bucking franchise conventions, gender stuff, and horrifying underground monstrosities.

-...look I could've just said "Zelda" and there'd have been no question, but that's okay, see youuuuuu~!

[goddamnwebcomics]

Got a buncha mario stuff to check out. Plus one or two others. I'll try and be concise.

Mario Adventures by Brandt White

A very unhinged (and concluded) webcomic about Mario Luigi, and Petey Piranha living in the same house and getting into subversive and/or off the wall adventures. It's improved over the years, but good God, it's like a new grounds project on over drive.

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Bad Things Will Happen by poker10403

An incomplete comic that's basically Luigis Mansion but with pokemon, a brainwashed Mario, and an evil gengar. No longer on DA but it's been archived elsewhere.

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It Sucks To Be Weegee by Kevin Bolk

Mario comic about how it well, sucks to be Luigi in the world of Nintendo. Nice art, but it's every "sadsack" comedy webcomic you've probably seen. Link is the gay best friend, Daisy is a jealous obnoxious chubby girl, Lucas is nihilistic, and so on and so forth.

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Bowsette Saga By Tony Kuusisto

A drama-action comic where Bowser uses the supercown to make peach jealous as Bowsette. As Bowsette, they fall in love and marry Mario, but then begin to have an identity crisis and begin to try and keep the happy ending they got. It's an odd one, for sure, and the detailed art style doesn't really look good for a Mario comic (especially with a Lakitu character introduced later on), but it has some interesting ideas I suppose, like how Bowsette is some divergent personality of Bowser that's gained sentience

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The 3 little Princesses By Yves Bourgelas (AKA TheBourgyman)

Comedy Comic that focuses on Daisy, Peach and Rosalina getting into hijinxy misadventures and stuff. They hang out, do extreme slumber parties, and stop the retro world from taking over theirs

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Super Brothers By DogmanSP

A very good webcomic done in a sort of Storybook style, going into detail about some conspiracy centered around Yoshi as Mario rescues her for the first time. It's a very interesting read and the art is on point.

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Mario's Day Job by Buttercotch

A fairly dry crossover comic about Mario doing plumbing, though it becomes less and less about that as it goes on. Art style is fake anime, with OCs and attempts at humor.

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Platformers by YourClairyGodmother

Crossover adventure comic about well, Platformers such as Klonoa, Rayman and Mario, and has a bunch of text only stuff for lore. Seems to have been discontinued as of 2020 though.

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Gangster Mama by Shy Girl on tapastic

A NSFW comic about Bowser unknowingly having sex with a minor named Jasmine, who blackmails him into staying in his castle.

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Edd Egg by Eddie Bowley

A british (im assuming) gag webcomic about a porn addicted stickman and his friends. It eventually got story based animations, but its pretty base with such things as the straight man literally being called Straight Guy, and a girlfriend character who's literally written in at first to make him happy.

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Dreaming of Utopia

A....poorly thought idea that has a world where furries are a stand in for minorities. The art is competent but it's so heavyhanded and preachy, and in poor taste

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??? Dark Black-and-white Disney comic

I haven't been able to find it since I saw it years ago, but there was a comic on DA about Disney Villains taking over the world. Quasimodo was the hero, but he's legitimately insane (tossing a dead bird off Notre Dame in a recreation of a scene from the movie, and really just talking to himself via gargoyles) the only other thing I can recall is a scene where The Cheshire Cat (who is now an expy of Arnold Toht from Indiana Jones) is interrogating Ariel, who has some medallion in her bra, which Cheshire burns himself on in the ensuing struggle. It had a very grimdark tone and an equally ugly artsyle.

This has shades of a RANDUMB comic. Apparently someone remade these comics too.

I can't find it

Oh hey I've seen this comic before. It's very old and it'd make for an interesting riff especially if it makes big changes to established characters.

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It's another wacky comic, I've delved in Mario Princess-focused fanfics in the past so I'd give it a shot.

Pretty sure this one falls into "too competent to be riffed" category.

Hoo boy, I didn't even need to look into this further to accept it

Oh yeah, crossovers. This should be fun. I wonder if it will be on the same level as supersaiyancrash.

NO

This has all the makings of a disaster

Oh yeah, this is already on the rifflist. However at some point this comic went missing, but it seems to be back.

If any of my readers can identify this, let me know.

[karenlivesherlifeyo]

Pip. Pippa. Pippa Dippa Dew. Mrs. Pippy. Pippi Longstocking. Pippa Lou Who. Pippadopolous. Little Feet. Sweet Baby Girl. My Little Black Bean. Drippy Lippy Pippy. Squeaks, Pippalicious, Princess Peezy. Janet Yellin’.

So many names for one sweet cat. She was a month shy of 16 years old. We were together a month shy of 13 years.

In early 2011, an Air Force friend of mine was reassigned from our base in Illinois to a base in England. She didn’t want to put Pip through the trauma of flying overseas so she asked if someone would take her in. I was deployed at the time but missed having a cat in the house since my boy, Figaro, passed away a year and a half prior. I told her I could take Pip if someone else could foster her until I got home from deployment. A coworker of mine said she could do that. The plan for Pip was in place.

I returned from deployment on April 5, 2011, but, due to a burst pipe in the house that required a bit of repair and new carpet, I didn’t pick her up until April 29th. She hid in the closet that first night, but sometime in the middle of the next day, I heard a tiny meow and saw her rubbing her cheek on the hallway wall, trying to decide if she wanted to come over to me or not. Once she decided I was safe, she never left my side.

One day, Pip’s former mom told me if I was leaving on vacation (which I was in June), Pip would freak out if she was left alone. The next day I headed to PetSmart and adopted Andy, a peach floof with no voice. He tried to meow but no sound came out. He was the yin to loudmouth Pip’s yang. They weren’t best buds, but they appreciated each other’s company.

We moved to Minneapolis that July (I knew when I adopted her that we were going to relocate due to my pending reassignment). They adjusted well to our new home, but Andy’s health took a sudden turn, and, by Thanksgiving of that year, he was gone. Pip and I were both sad by his loss. He was a floofy ninja, but his quiet presence was missed. A couple of weeks later, our vet posted a picture of a cat that was looking for a home. He had been sleeping in the window well of a house in the country. The homeowners had taken him to the vet to vaccinate him, get him fixed, and find him a new home. He had big round eyes and little round ears, and within a few days he was a member of our little family. He and Pip got along well. It wasn’t all sunshine and roses in the beginning, but before long they were cuddling together while they slept.

I retired in 2014 and we moved to Rapid City, South Dakota. Again, she and Scotty adjusted well to the move. We went from a 2-bedroom apartment to a 3-bedroom house with a finished basement and a big backyard. She loved sleeping on the windowsills, or on the back of the couch, in front of the big picture window. In the early morning, when I got back from my run, I would let them out the front door so they could roll on the sidewalk and smell the morning smells. She loved rolling on her back!

Four years later, another move took us to the southeast corner of the state. First, we lived in an apartment. They adjusted well, but we were on the second floor so there was no way they could roll on the sidewalk. There was a balcony, but I wouldn’t let them out there very often because I was afraid they’d jump! Also, she was tiny, so I worried about her accidentally rolling under the railing and falling off.

In early 2019, we moved to the house I’m in now. She loved having windows to sleep in front of again. She loved it when I opened the front door, and she could stretch out in the sun for the afternoon. She was happy. At night, she would sleep on my chest while I lounged on the couch watching tv. She slept next to my head at night, making biscuits on my neck while she licked my chin. She even tolerated the third addition to the family, Jimmy. I volunteered at the local humane society and Jimmy had been there for seven months. He started out as a baby, but was growing into a tall, loud boy with a big personality. I brought him home in February 2020 “to foster” him for a weekend, and he hasn’t left yet!

In the past year, Pip started showing her age. She developed a thyroid issue that caused her to lose weight. She was small when I got her; she became tiny. My neighbor referred to her as “Itty Bitty.” She was eating and playing and behaving like usual, but she also started sleeping more. While I watched tv, she would start out on my chest but eventually she would move to my lap, under a blanket, where she could be warm. When I would move upstairs to bed, she would sleep under the covers while I read, and then I would lift the covers, say “okay Pippy” and she would crawl out and make herself comfortable by my head.

On the 4th of this month, she wouldn’t eat. She wouldn’t take her morning Churro with her medicine mixed in. She wouldn’t eat soft food or treats. She just wanted to sleep. I mentally prepared myself for the end. Early in the afternoon, I was in the kitchen when she suddenly came running in, meowing in her loud voice. She was awake and she was hungry! For the next few days, everything was good again. On Sunday the 10th, she wouldn’t eat again. She just wanted to sleep all day. I told myself I would monitor her and, if she continued to turn her nose at food, I would call the vet. Later that night, she ate again. She seemed fine on Monday and Tuesday, although she was sleeping a lot.

Wednesday morning started off normally. My alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. She jumped off the bed, ran into the bathroom, and meowed until I came in, turned on the water in the tub, and lifted her into it so she could lick the water from the drain. She always loved the tub! In the Rapid City house, she would sit on the edge, licking water off the tile wall while I showered. The tub in this house is clawfoot so she couldn’t do that, but if I picked her up and put her in, she would jump out whenever she was done. Wednesday was no different. I went downstairs to feed the boys, and then I went back to the stairs to bring hers to her. She usually met me at the top of the stairs, but this morning she met me at the bottom. She had jumped out of the tub and made it down the stairs with no problem. She licked up her gravy/medication combo, and then followed me upstairs to hang with me while I got ready for work.

I was in the bathroom, getting ready to do my hair, when I looked over and saw Scotty was drinking from the water bowl. Pip was sitting next to him, and she was trying to drink, too, but she couldn’t stand up to get closer. I watched her try to walk away, but her legs collapsed under her. She cried out. I scooped her up and brought her into my room. She stretched out on the bed, next to my leg, while I grabbed my phone and emailed my students to let them know their 8:00 a.m. class was cancelled. I called the vet and left a message. Eventually, we moved downstairs to wait for the vet to call me back. She and I were on the couch; I held her like a baby against my chest. I told her how much I loved her and that it was okay if she just didn’t want to do this anymore. I reminded her of how great our life together was.

The vet called and asked if I could drop her off. I did just that 10 minutes later. I kissed Pip’s head, told her I loved her and went back home to wait. The vet tech called less than an hour later to get more information: Was the inability to walk gradual or sudden? Had she been eating? I answered, hung up, and waited again. Eventually, the doctor called to give me an update. They were going to put her on an IV with some anti-inflammatory medicine to help with the joints and keep her overnight for observation. They had her propped up on a heated pad with soft blankets. I was told I could come visit her any time. I told the doctor I would come around 3:00 p.m. so she’d know I hadn’t abandoned her.

Shortly after noon, the clinic called again. I knew as soon as I saw the caller ID that it was bad news. It was the doctor, letting me know Pip had suffered a seizure and it was time to make the decision. I told her I didn’t want my baby girl to suffer, so I agreed to let her go. She said she would be available at 2:00 p.m., but I could come earlier to spend time with Pip before they administered the medications.

I went at 1:40. I signed the paperwork, opted for cremation with return of the remains, paid the bill, and then they brought her to me. She was wrapped in a puppy pad and a blanket. We sat on that couch for 15 minutes. I cried and told her over and over again how much I loved her. She was so still, I thought perhaps she had passed in my arms. Suddenly, she cried, flipped over, and slapped her paw onto my forehead. I laughed through the tears because she had always been intrusive of my personal space. The fact she was doing so in her final moments was fitting.

The doctor and tech came in. When Figaro and Andy passed, they were on the table, and I petted them while looking at them in their eyes and telling them I loved them. I wanted them to see me while they left this life. Pip stayed on my chest. It was her favorite place to sleep. I kissed her little head over and over again, hoping she heard my words as she slipped away. I also wondered, with her head against my heart, could she hear it breaking, too?

[chronosaurusnot]

You belong to me

pairing: dom!bangchan x sub!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.1k

warnings: idol chan, established relationship, wolfchan, explicit sexual content, cockwarming, pet names, slight degradation/dumbification/humiliation, praising, soft choking, thigh riding, oral (m and f), unprotected sex (stay safe please), cumming, overstimulation, squirting

note: so i decided to post another smut this week just because lol, and i wrote it kinda fast after finding those pics on twitter. i hope you enjoy it as much as i did while writing it!

as always, i’d like to clarify that english is not my first language, so please let me know if there are any mistakes, and feel free to give me suggestions and/or requests<3

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you can’t get out of your mind the image of your boyfriend performing that day. he always causes an impact on you every time you see him on stage; it doesn’t matter that he is already your boyfriend, seeing him perform always fascinates you. but there was something about that kingdom performance that you couldn’t get it out of your mind.

you always found cute the way they compare chris with a wolf, and seeing him wear those wolf ears was actually kinda funny to you. but this time the feeling was completely different. his whole outfit made you go crazy; his tanned skin, his claw marks on his chest and back, the chains on his neck hanging on his body, that weird wolf jacket. and half of the world being able to see him shirtless; you were so jealous since then and desperate to see him in a similar outfit, but this time you wanted yourself to be the only one to see him. you wanted to be the only one who see him dressed in something like that, shirtless, naked. so that’s what you asked chan to do.

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“sit here, babygirl” chan said to you while patting his leg. you’re so fucking mad but can’t think straight, so you just obey.

the whole idea was to you to dominate him, to remind him who he really belongs to. he was yours, it doesn’t matter how many people could see him shirtless and being the fucking sex god he was, he is only yours. since you brought this up to him, you spent days thinkin how badly you wanted to make him a slut for you, making him obey every single word you said. but as always, he ended up winning the command. because, after all, everything you wanted him to do for you, it was actually everything you wanna do for him. you are a dumb slut for him, and there is no more than a couple of bratty acts can do about it.

as you get closer to him, he placed his hands on your hips to guide them to his lap. you feel the time running slower as you take a good look at him before completely sitting. it looked even better than you pictured it: the grey wolf ears matched perfectly with his skin, his eyes with a light make up to make them look darker, the black leather choker around his neck that holded chains that hung down till his hips, his black leather pants.

your eyes ran all over him, making you feel already dumb and fucked up. chris smirks at your reaction, and holds your cheek to force you to look at his eyes. “do you like how i look, y/n?” he uses his other hand to hold your hip even harder, forcing your core to get closer. “yes, you actually did a good job. but this is not about praising you for doing the minimum for your girlfriend.” chan looks at you kinda confused. “you showed this side of you to half of the world before me, chris. i think is fair to remind you who you really belong to”

you were just kinda playing -kinda saying the truth-, but the teasing smile he responded with changed your mood. “what is it so funny to you, peach?” you used his pet name to bring him down, but this time it didn't seem to work. “well princess, i find it funny that you are trying to act cruel on me while i can feel your fucking heartbeat on my lap.” he said in a hurtingly teasing way, and moved his hand to hold you softly from you neck. “it is funny that you want to dominate me, while i got you fucked up only by wearing a fucking dumb outfit.” his words made you feel humiliated, but the way he was looking at your body while saying those words made you feel the complete opposite way. to be honest, only the thoughts of this exact moment made you insanely horny. you just wanted him to do with you whatever he wanted to.

he got you closer by your neck and gave you a kiss that quickly started to get harder. his other hand slowly moved inside your shirt to touch your skin, making you shiver. one of your hands that were playing with his hair went down on his body, touching his whole chest to feel his soft skin and then go up again. but this time, you hold him by the chain that was connected to the choker, pulling towards yourself. the repentine pressure on his neck made him let out a breathy moan. “remember you’re mine, chris” you told him between kisses that started to go down on his neck, making him moan again. “i can let you command just a little bit, babygir-” you interrupted his mocking speech by pulling again the chain, cutting his air and making him smirk at your attitude. “i actually love it when you get bratty, but remember it has consequences” he reminded you, but you didn’t care.

you came back to kissing his lips as the hand that was on his hair started to go down now, reaching for his length. but when you were close to it, he held your hand harshly and put it behind your back. “you’re taking it too far, y/n” he said with another smirk, but this time with a darker look on his gaze. he started to kiss you neck, and his other hand forced you to move your core right up into his hard length. “move for me, princess.”

you obey and start to slowly move on his bulge, and just the first feeling of the leather pant right in your panties made you shiver in pleasure. he kept holding your arm behind your back, forcing you to stay still, while his other hand slowly travelled around the skin of your legs, caressing them under your skirt. the feeling of his dick getting harder it only made you hornier, so you speed up your moves and get close to him to kiss him, holding him by the chains. “are you that needy, babygirl?” he teases, and you would have tease him back if it weren’t that he said it with such a low raspy voice and heavy breathing; it drives you crazy when you hear him like that, so you just abandon the posibility of being able to control him. he was completely dominating you, and the only thing you could do about it is to be a fucking needy slut for him. “please channie, i want you so badly” you lean again for a kiss, but he fights back with a smirk on his lips, enjoying your whinny response. “you know, y/n, i love it when you show me how needy you are for me.” he says while taking off your shirt, taking a good look at the lingerie you were wearing. “so why don’t you get on your knees for me, babygirl?”

you obey instantly, and get on your knees while keeping eye contact with him. you were desperate to see the pretty cock of his, to show him how badly you need it. you keep a gaze on every movement he did. he palmed himself a little bit while looking at you with a smirk before unzipping his pants and taking his dick off his boxers. “would you be a good girl and make daddy feel good?” you nodded and started playing with his tip with only your lips, to what he reacted with a raspy moan. you loved how chris had no shame into letting you hear his beautiful moans, it made you enjoy every single second with him even more. you look at him while still teasing at his tip, and when you see him open his mouth to tell you to stop doing that, you sucked till his base and heard his loud moan. “f-fuck, you are soo good bab-bygirl.”

you kept doing your job as if your life depended on it, sucking all of his length till you tasted his precum. “i’m so c-close baby, you-’re so g-good”. he said while holding your hair and watching every single detail of the scene, feeling the room with loud moans and praising words. you made your moves faster to make him cum, keeping the sucking to clean up, and enjoying all the sounds that came off his mouth. “what a good girl, i gotta give my baby a price” he said between heavy breathings and guided you up holding you softly by your neck. chan holded you with his other hand by you hip to push you closer in between his legs, and started kissing your stomach. the sudden touch oh his lips made you let out a soft moan, and you holded his hair while he moved his kisses slowly to your boobs. without taking your bra off he kept moving up, placing wet kisses now on your neck to keep moving to find your lips. “keep being the good girl you are and ride my leg now, y/n” he said, looking at you with his eyes full of desire. he just loves to see you go completely crazy for him, and obeying to all of his words.

he took his pants off before you sit up on him, and the feeling of now his skin through your panties made you shiver for like the tenth time. “you’re so fucking wet princess” he says with a pleasant voice after the first contact. “ride my leg like my slutty babygirl, show me how much of a slut you are for me” his words only made you hornier, and you started to ride his leg with a fast pace. you moaned in a soft way, and held him again by his chains. admiring his body with that outfit made you more needy for him, grinding faster on his leg and adding even more pressure on your clit. “ch-channie, i’m get-ting close”

“you can’t cum by only grinding on my leg, princess. get up.” he moved you up off him, making you let out a really hard frustration moan, getting teary eyes from the cutted off orgasm. but he pushed you to the couch he was sitting on and spread your legs wide open just like that. “didn’t you need my cock that bad? haven’t i told you that you deserved a price for being such a good girl for me?” chris said while caressing your cheek and putting on his condom. you just observed his full body again, still admiring how fucking good he look with those damn wolf ears. “yes channie, please give it to me” you responded with your whiny voice, bringing him closer by the chains to kiss his lips.

he just started thrusting into you at a merciness hard pace that made you moan loudly his name, the room feeling up with the sound of you both and your heavy breathings. his moves continued to fast thrustings, getting you both closer to your edges with every single movement. “i’m s-so cl-ose baby” you say with teary eyes from the intense feeling. “you feel so fucking good y/n, so wet for me” he says in a completely fucked up voice that started to turn into only heavier breathing mixed with moans. seen him all sweaty and losing his pace made you release all the tension that had been building up in your body, making you scream his name as well as chris cum with you.

but he just let pass only a few seconds before kneeling in front of you. “i told you you deserve everything, babygirl” he said with lust in his eyes and started to eat you up, making you moan with tears falling from your eyes for the overstimulation. he licked your clit so good that it hurted, as the same time that he used two fingers to curl inside your cunt. you were a mess and a mix of screaming moans and tears, and could even hold him by his hair correctly. your body was totally uncoordinated from the intense feeling, and you felt not only the knot in your stomach again but now a feeling of being about to explode. you cried out his name, but it only made him move his tongue and fingers faster, making you release your orgasm with a squirt that messed up his beautiful face.

he cleaned his act up and looked at you with a proud smile on his face, making you notice his fucked up makeup and planting a kiss on your lips. “you liked your price, babygirl?”

[fairyfuyu]

sweeter | wakasa imaushi, shinichiro sano

summary: for @katsupeach's fob collab! entirely based off the lyric "he tastes like you, only sweeter" from the song thnks fr th mmrs by fall out boy hehe

wc: 3.7k

cw: nsfw 18+, threesome, pwp basically, use of pet names princess, baby, pretty girl, and darling, cuckolding, oral (m&f receiving), face skull fucking, deep throating, cervix fucking (?), degradation, impact play (pussy slapping), praise kink, unprotected sex, tummy bulge, creampie, a lot of fucking cum eating, two seconds of shinichiro x wakasa

note: thank u @kazutoraloml and @peach-memoirs for beta reading and also figuring out how to end this in my high state of mind <3 im in love w u

tagging: @tokyoredlightdistrict ; @planetonet

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Your phone chimed from across the room, where you looked at yourself in the mirror and applied some lip gloss. The short noise caught your attention; quickly glancing at the device thrown on your bed, you smiled to yourself.

baby <3 : im here darling

The text had your heart caught in your throat; normally, when your boyfriend would come and pick you up from your apartment for a date, you were excited of course, but this time, there was a level of anxiousness that coursed through your veins as well.

It wouldn’t just be you and Shinichiro tonight.

Sometimes, when you’re high on lust you don’t know when to keep your damn mouth shut. The other night, when your boyfriend was balls deep in you, his phone rang. Who’s calling you this late? You had asked. For whatever reason, he allowed his eyes to fall on the bright screen, and he was quick to shrug it off.

It’s just Imaushi.

You hadn’t meant to clench around his length at the mention of his friend’s name; it was totally involuntary. But your boyfriend didn’t let it go, no, he couldn’t let you off the hook that easily.

Is my girl wet for my best friend, hm?

Running your fingers along his bare chest, you couldn’t help the shyness that overcame you. He pressed further, if I knew my girl, she’d be mortified if I answered the call.

This got to you. A coy smile crossed your face. Must not know your girl too well. I want you to answer.

The phone was tossed somewhere to be forgotten as you continued to ride your boyfriend, and Wakasa never ending the call just furthered the situation entirely. Shinichiro brought it up again the other day, asking if you found Wakasa attractive at all; the question was moot, for it was clear by the way you wanted him to listen to you fuck your boyfriend that you were interested in him on some level.

He followed his question up with another: do you want to invite him over next time?

The question alone had heat running straight to your pussy, and with eager eyes, you nodded. This had him smiling down at you, capturing your lips in a kiss before mumbling against them, you’re gonna look so pretty getting fucked by my best friend.

Recounting the memory, you smirked, shoving your phone in your pocket and after checking your appearance one last time in the mirror, you fled your apartment.

Down the stairs you went, quick steps carrying you to your waiting boyfriend, who leant against his bike with a cigarette hanging between his lips. His head was down, thumbs typing rapidly, presumably texting the man of the hour. As you drew closer, he looked up, smiling and pocketing his phone. “There’s my girl, gorgeous as always.” He greeted you, taking the cigarette from his lips and tossing it to the ground, stomping it out.

You graciously accepted the kiss he placed on your cheek, stealing your helmet from the back of his bike. “Only the best for you, Shin.”

“Don’t I know it.” He replied, taking the helmet from you and placing it on your head, strapping it securely. “You nervous?”

“A little.” You told him, shrugging your shoulders. “Just don’t know what to expect, I guess.”

“I’ll be right there the whole time, don’t worry, darling.” He said earnestly, patting the top of your helmet reassuringly before the two of you hopped on his bike.

You rode through the city, clutching desperately onto Shinichiro like you always did, resting your cheek against the curve of his back. He loved taking you on rides on his bike, feeling your arms around his waist and warmth against his back despite the cold wind that rushed past you both. Although he could get a little careless when he was out with his friends, he made sure to tone it down when you were with him, because after all, you’re the most precious cargo he’d ever carry on the back of this bike.

Shinichiro pulled up to his apartment in no time, the two of you finding your way to the elevator; you took the brief moment alone with him to give him a hug, laying your head on his shoulder and feeling his chest rise and fall against yours. “You know I love you, right Shin?”

“Of course, darling,” He responded, kissing the top of your head. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Jus’ making sure.”

Walking down the hallway, you linked your pinky with his - a small gesture of affection you never failed to do out of habit. The walk felt endless, though you’ve made it countless times at this point. Every sound that bounced off the walls ricocheted into your ears, distracting you from what was about to occur behind his door.

The jingle of his keys brought you back. The door flung open, and there Wakasa was, nested into the corner of the couch with that damn lollipop in his mouth like always. A gentle smirk found its way to his face, and he brought his long fingers up to the stick and removed it from his mouth with a pop. “Took you two long enough.”

You idled by the front door as Shinichiro advanced, eyes falling on the half-drank glass sitting in front of his friend. “I see you’ve helped yourself to my liquor cabinet, huh?”

Not the only thing of Shinichiro’s that he’s going to be helping himself to tonight, you thought to yourself. You remained tight lipped, hands clinging to themselves in front of you.

Your boyfriend saw you lingering behind him. “Don’t be shy, darling, it’s just Imaushi.”

You watched as he shed his coat, and you found yourself reciprocating his actions, stepping further into the apartment and laying your jacket on the back of a dining chair.

“Let’s see how quiet you are once I get my hands on you.” Wakasa spoke from across the room, popping the candy back into his mouth.

Gaining confidence, you strided over to the boy and tossed a leg over the side of him, so you were straddling him. Face to face with your boyfriend’s best friend, your breath ghosted over his lips; this was surely closer than the two of you have ever been. “I’d like to see you try.” Your hands plucked the lollipop out from between his lips and slipped it past your own, sucking on the candy.

“Oh please, darling, you’re so noisy in bed.” Shinichiro laughed from his position in the chair next to the couch. He lit up a cigarette as he spoke.

You whipped your head around to glare at him. “You’re supposed to have my back here.”

Wakasa raised an eyebrow in question. “Is that so? Am I gonna make my princess scream tonight?”

“Wouldn’t you like that,” You teased, toying with the lollipop between your lips.

Wakasa’s eyes flickered down to your lips around the red candy, glistening in the dim lighting of the apartment. He could barely stop himself from licking his own at the sight, gingerly taking the lollipop from your mouth and discarding it to the end table beside him. The words fell from his lips breathlessly, “Tell me to stop whenever.”

You nodded, turning your head to the ravenette sitting across from you. “You too, baby.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” The boy assured you, reclining back in the chair and spreading his legs wide as he watched the two of you, taking a long drag from the cigarette between his fingers.

The second he finished speaking, your lips collided with Wakasa’s, immediately delving your tongue between his lips eagerly to get a taste of him—a pleasant mixture of whiskey and the cherry candy he was sucking on just moments prior. He gladly welcomed the exploring muscle, feverishly working against yours as his hands ran down your sides to settle at your hips. You took this as a hint to grind against him, to feel how hard he’s been this entire time unbeknownst to you.

Just that small friction you created had his breath ragged, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip and eliciting a quiet whine from you. He rutted his pelvis up into your heat. “Feel how hard I am for you, princess?” He asked, kissing all along your jawline. His mouth traveled from your jaw to the base of your neck, running his tongue along your skin and causing a chill to run down your spine. “‘S been like this ever since I heard you on that phone call, ever since I heard those pretty moans of yours.”

“Wakasa…” You sighed, feeling him nip at your skin, marking you.

He stopped his work for a second. “No, ‘s Imaushi to you—don’t you think we’re close enough for that, princess?”

Diving a hand up underneath your sweater, he grabbed at the flesh of your breast, pinching your sensitive nipple between his fingers. “Oh, ‘Ushi-” You gasped, digging your fingernails into his shoulders.

The nickname went straight to his cock, straining it against his pants even further; the discomfort was getting out of hand, each time you ground your hips down onto him had him yearning for more. Continuing to knead your breast, he connected his lips to yours again, allowing you to melt into his touch and savor the taste on his lips.

Next to you, Shinichiro was palming himself over his jeans. He knew your body so well, how it reacted to the simplest touch, and seeing it from this point of view had his cock aching in a way it never had before. A deep groan escaped from deep in his chest at the sight of you desperately humping his friend, kissing him as if he were your only source of sustenance. “You like the way he tastes, huh pretty girl?”

You broke away from him, sending your boyfriend a dazed look and nodding. “He tastes like you…” turning back to Wakasa, your lips ghosted over his, “only sweeter.”

Wakasa smirked at your compliment. “You taste pretty sweet yourself, princess.” He mumbled against your lips, fingers venturing down the material of your skirt and tugging on the hem. “Her pussy taste just as good, Shinichiro?”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” He suggested, shoving his hand down his unbuttoned jeans.

All the while, Wakasa’s fingers grazed your clothed pussy, feeling the already damp material beneath his skin. The faint contact had your walls fluttering around nothing, an impatient whine escaping your lips. Wakasa stared into your eyes as his fingers pushed aside the fabric, dragging two fingers between your folds to gather up your arousal dripping from your quivering hole. You breathed a sigh of relief as he did so, grinding your pussy against his hand to feel more, to relieve that ache in your core; you involuntarily whimpered again when he removed himself from between your legs, bringing the digits up to his mouth and sucking on them while maintaining eye contact with you. Both you and your boyfriend both released shaky moans at the sight.

“Fuck…” You breathed, chest already heaving at just that single touch of his.

He smirked over towards Shinichiro. “Guess I was right.”

You were on your back in an instant, the fabric of your top riding up and the cold leather of the couch sending a chill down your spine. Wakasa worked his way down your body, his hands roaming every inch of you and lips kissing any sliver of skin that was on display. His tongue, hot against your cool flesh, was maddening, stoking your desire further and dampening the thin fabric covering your cunt. For a second, your eyes drifted over to your boyfriend, smirking at the sight of his hand shoved down his pants, the cigarette hanging between his lips as his eyes are transfixed on the boy pressing a kiss to your clothed clit—

“Ahh, please, Imaushi…” You whined, rocking your hips against his face, begging to be touched properly.

He smirked up at you, hooking his finger around the band of your panties and pulling them down, tantalizingly slow just to tease you further. There was no way he was just going to give in that easily to you. “As much as I’d love to eat you out for hours, princess,” he said, wrapping his lips around your clit for a fleeting moment, before pulling away, proud of the way your hole clenched around nothing, “I gotta feel how tight you are. Would you like that, pretty girl?” He asked you, circling your clit with one lone finger. You nodded weakly, barely emitting a whimper as a response, but Wakasa didn’t care for that answer. He gave you a firm slap to your clit. “Use your words, princess. I know you can.”

“Please Ushi. Need you inside me s’bad.”

“Atta girl,” he mumbled into your neck, strong hands forcing your hips sideways to give him room to slot himself behind you, spooning you perfectly. You had no idea when he discarded his bottoms, you just felt his leaking tip, swollen and needy, nudge itself between your dripping folds. His hand grabbed under your thigh, lifting it up to gain better access to your cunt before easing the head of his dick into your hole.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at how he stretched you out, mouth hung open the further he pushed himself in. Shinichiro thought you looked absolutely beautiful right now, the image of his friend sinking himself into you and your face contorted in pleasure; he audibly groaned as he grasped his own cock, squeezing the head just like your pussy would, though he knew it wasn’t the same. “Shit, you like being filled up by him, huh darling?”

You nodded, choking out a strained oh fuck once he bottomed out in you. Wakasa’s head was buried in your neck, kissing and biting all over the entire time, smiling against your skin; you could practically feel his cock throbbing inside you as he hesitated, before he dragged his cock all the way out and tapped the tip against your puffy cunt. “Your boyfriend asked you a question.”

“I-I do…” you cried, thighs quivering while Wakasa slotted his dick between your soaked folds. “Please put it in again, Ushi. Need your cock to fill me up.”

At your words, he slid his wet cock back into your warm cunt so easily, no resistance at all from how aroused you were. Your head hung back against Wakasa’s shoulder as he fucked you, the pressure beginning to build as he quickened the way he continually snapped his hips up into you.

Shinichiro had made his way over to the two of you, ridding himself of his clothes and kneeling beside you. He rest his hand against your cheek, bringing your attention to him.

“Look at you, spreading your legs so nice for my friend. You just can’t keep your damn legs shut, hm?” He asked with a smirk, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip.

Wakasa scoffed at the degradation, noting the way his friend stroked himself. “You’re no better, Shinichiro, getting off to the sight of your woman getting fucked by another cock…”

“Shit!” You cried out at the sudden circles drawn around your clit. You had no idea whose fingers were working so tightly on your sensitive bud, aiding you in reaching your climax. “Ah, fuck, I’m cumming,” With a feral moan, your walls constricted around Wakasa’s length while you rode out your high, the attention to your clit easing up eventually.

While your walls continued to flutter in the aftermath of your powerful orgasm, Wakasa pulled out, leaving you emptier than ever. Before you could utter any sort of complaint, you were pulled by your ankles further down the couch by your boyfriend, who was desperate to shove his cock deep into you. You let out a quiet yelp at the action, breaths falling heavy from your lips as you flickered your gaze to the ravenette at your feet. He wasted no time in hoisting your ankles over his shoulders, taking his cock in his hand and dragging the swollen tip through your dripping slit.

“Show Imaushi what that pretty mouth can do.”

Without wasting a moment, you threw your head back to hang off the couch, Wakasa’s cock right in front of your eyes. He took advantage of the way your lips parted just slightly, sheathing his length into your mouth just in time for you to tuck your lips around your teeth to ensure they didn’t scrape along his sensitive skin. The head hit the back of your throat without warning, causing you to gag slightly, but you quickly composed yourself and flattened your tongue against him.

As soon as Wakasa drew himself out and pushed himself back into you once, your boyfriend sank his own painfully hard cock into your fluttering pussy, deliciously wet from your first orgasm. He didn’t give you any time to adjust to his massive size, immediately fucking into you, groaning at how nicely your walls constricted around him. Shinichiro was long, it's almost as if you forget just how far in you he reached with ease every time he fucked you; he never failed to kiss your cervix with his swollen tip. The pace he fell into had you moaning around Wakasa, the vibrations driving him absolutely wild.

Wakasa fucked into your mouth hard, totally using you for his own pleasure. The angle you laid before him was perfect for him to slide right into your tight throat, and luckily for him, you were used to Shinichiro fucking your throat like this. He pushed himself as far as he could, his balls up against your nose as you swallowed around him. Wrapping a hand around your neck, he lightly squeezed the imprint of his dick bulging out of your throat. “Damn, Shin—fuck—she’s takin’ me so well.”

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” Shinichrio replied, not easing up on his relentless pace of thrusting deep in your cunt. You couldn’t see it, but you were sure your boyfriend was able to see the cute little bulge of him in your tummy as he pounded into you. His hands gripped onto your thighs tightly, keeping your legs in place atop his shoulders. “Must be so full, huh, pretty girl? Doin’ so good for both of us.”

The praise was going straight to your pussy, urging you to fight back the tears that couldn’t help but trickle from the sides of your eyes and run down your cheeks. Wakasa let go of your neck and picked his pace back up, rutting over and over again into your throat, obscene noises filling the apartment.

“‘M gonna cum, baby.” He groaned, snapping his hips a final time before pulling out just before he shot hot ropes of his cum all over your mouth and lower face.

Before you could even think about licking up his release and happily swallowing, your boyfriend shrugged your legs off his shoulders. “Don’t swallow.” He ordered.

You were in such a daze, you didn’t register he was kissing you until he forced his tongue past your lips, greedily stealing all the cum he could. His lips worked against yours desperately as he swallowed down all he could manage, moaning at the taste of his friend that coated his taste buds. And then, he was cumming inside you, filling you up with his seed deep in your cunt, sending you over the edge as well, thighs shaking and toes curling at your second climax.

Things were hazy now as you laid there, your boyfriend kissing your lips gently once more before he eased his length out of you. Eyelids drooping from how fucked out you were, you barely were able to catch the way Shinichiro called for his friend in a breathless voice, before planting his kiss-swollen lips on the white-haired man, his large hand cupping his face tenderly. You smiled up at the two of them, unaware of what your boyfriend had mumbled against his lips.

But as soon as Wakasa was kneeling between your legs again, you knew exactly what he was up to. His tongue swiping up the cum that dribbled out of your hole confirmed your suspicion, causing you to involuntarily buck your hips up, trying to get out of his touch from how overstimulated you were. He held you down by your hips, eating you out as if he hadn’t eaten in days, licking up Shinichiro’s orgasm from your quivering hole.

“‘S too much, ‘Ushi!” You whimpered, panting heavily and tears tickling your lash line once again.

Shinichiro cradled your head, sitting beside you. “You’re okay, baby. Give Imaushi one more, ‘n make it count. I know you can do it.”

His soft-spoken words filled you with encouragement, Wakasa’s lips attaching to your sensitive clit and sucking harshly once more was enough to send you into your third and final orgasm of the night, your juices spilling out and covering his face entirely. With a glistening chin, Wakasa sat back on his heels and let out a tired yet satisfied chuckle at how wrecked you looked. You still were as beautiful as always, but he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy that Shinichiro was lucky to see you like this on a regular basis. You were a vision, a siren, no wonder he fell so damn hard for you months ago.

Shinichiro pressed his lips to your forehead, stirring you out of your trance. “You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, just spaced out for a sec there.” You replied, still trying to catch your breath.

Wakasa wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. “I’m never gonna get over the taste of your pussy, I hope you know that.”

“Just remember,” your boyfriend cautioned, “you talk about her pussy to anyone, and it’ll be the last one you ever taste.”

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MINE! ⁂ [ kawata nahoya ]

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﹡synopsis: getting your nails done a certain way makes your boyfriend even more of a menace.

﹡wc: 1.9k words.

﹡includes: mirror sex. mentions of possessiveness. fingering. edging. orgasm denial. clit stimulation. one (1) clit slap. also one (1) thigh slap. dacryphilia. overstimulation. squirting. use of petnames (princess, baby). praises (atta girl). the kawata twin with the lil grin on his face. watch out for him.

﹡xtra! repost from my old blog. i think about it more than i should.

Nahoya feels...betrayed. Somebody should have told him about this. You should have told him about this.

Writing on nails: why was he just finding out this was a thing? Aren’t you supposed to be the nail art expert? You’d gotten all sorts of cool shit before. Rhinestones, animal prints, galaxies, symbols (he remembered that currency theme you loved so much) but text? Never. If he hadn’t suggested you get his initials inscribed across your fingers during your next appointment, he would have never known it was even a possibility.

Truthfully, he didn’t even mean to say that when you posed the question. Nahoya never cared for whatever you did with your nails. All he asked was that they’d look pretty when you had them wrapped around his dick; he’s a simple man with simpler tastes. It just so happened that you asked him when your feet were spread across his lap on the couch, the anklet he’d gotten you for your birthday, with his initials decorated in little diamonds embedded in the letters, flashing at him, planting an idea in his head he thought was a long shot.

Imagine his surprise when you quickly agreed, sliding off of him to book the appointment right then and there. What pissed him off more, what wiped the smile clean off his face, was how pleased you looked while doing it, kissing his cheeks as you scheduled the appointment, murmurs of thanks brushing against the shell of his ears. As if you hadn’t known you could get the design yourself until he mentioned it.

Nahoya thought he’d be calmer when you got them done. That the anger would quell into pride, subside into contentment. But when you show him the finished product, wiggling your fresh manicure in his face, it just intensifies. Ten fingers, ten fingernails and ten Ns written across the body in Old English font and colored peach, an obvious nod to his hair.

He doesn’t even notice what color you got for the base coat. Could’ve been black, could’ve been blue, who cares? His initials are all he sees. He watches you gush over your hands, rambling about how this may be one of the best designs you’ve ever gotten with a tight smile. You don’t even realize you’re making it worse for yourself when you drag him into the bathroom, shut off the lights and the only source of any in the room comes from your upheld hands.

They glow in the dark. They glow in the fucking dark.

The only compliment you get from him is, “Pretty.” Otherwise, he’s silent. Silent and seething.

The day blurs for him. Lunch passes quickly and by the time the sun sets, Nahoya can name every surface your hands have touched and every object you’ve held within them by memory.

He’s obsessed with them, which goes without saying. Your nails are the laser pointer and he’s the cat who falls for the same trick repeatedly, attention drawn to wherever they move. He never looks away for too long.

Each finger is an affirmation that you’re his, his, his, his and his; see next hand for further proof. You didn’t even need to speak. Your hands tell everyone who you came home to. Why the hell hadn’t you done this sooner? Did you not want people to know you were his? Did you lie when people asked what the initials on your anklet meant? His thoughts spiral downward, each one further detaching him from reality and firmly rooting him in rage and jealousy and possessiveness.

Did you need to be reminded who you belonged to? he wonders, boring holes into your unsuspecting head as you send pictures of your hands to your group chat. You’re so happy, completely unaware of the storm brewing in your boyfriend’s head and that’s fine.

Ignorance isn’t so blissful come nightfall.

“Look at you go,” Nahoya, the (literal) devil over your shoulder, mutters, watching you fuck yourself stupid on your pretty fingers through the mirror propped up against the bed in front of you. He’s seated behind you as a guide as well as a barrier for your thighs whenever they dare to clamp shut, spreading them open again with little effort.

So lost in the throes of what little pleasure you gather from your hands—they pale in comparison to your boyfriend’s—you didn’t realize what he was saying to you. It’s not until he’s cupping your jaw and directing you where he’s facing that you understand.

Your reflection looks whorish, unbecoming with its knees pulled tight to its chest, puffy folds and ass glossy from all the orgasms he’s ruined for you so far. Any of your slick that’s not currently smeared across your lips or along the length of your fingers are left to stain the sheets, fabric sticking to the underside of your thighs whenever your hips raise and buck into your fingers wantonly. He knows the image is crude, he knows it embarrasses you and that’s exactly why he makes you look, gaze dark as he forces you to watch the small flickers of peach disappear and reappear as they squelch wet and loud within your cunt.

Overwhelmed by the sight, your fingers stutter, losing the rhythm you were building in the process. Nahoya shakes his head with a disapproving tsk and a hard smack is sent to your thighs, skin stinging from the blow. The only warning you’d get for the night. “Who told you to stop? Keep going.”

“H-hoya, please!” You resort to pleading after the tears didn’t work.They never do and they certainly won’t today, but that doesn’t stop you from crying them. They sting the corners of your eyes as you tip your head back, mewling for mercy into your boyfriend’s shoulder. Mercy you won’t get.

“What are ya calling me for? These are your fingers, baby.” He knows why. Motherfucker’s been edging you for what felt like hours. The fact that he’s not even touching you adds insult to injury, using two phrases to control the work put in and the buildup of your orgasm, but never allows you to cum. Given how many times you’ve heard them tonight, you’d probably hate the words stop and keep going when this was all done. “Chin up, gonna miss the best part.”

It’s not a lie. This is the best part. This is when things get nastier, when your cunt gets sloppier, soaking you down to the wrist near the beginning of your forearm, walls clutching onto your fingers for dear life, when your lips part, lashes flutter and your head drops, when the pressure in the pit of your stomach increases. The peak is right there, you feel it. If he’d just let you-

“Stop,” he orders, exercising his strength to pull your fingers out from between your trembling thighs when you don’t follow instructions. Your sob of protest doesn’t even reach his ears. Every one of his five senses save for sight leave him as he’s staring down at the two fingers you were stuffing your cunt with, a chain of slick holding the two Ns on your index and middle finger together, thinning the further he pulls them apart.

Fuckin’ mesmerizing. You were definitely getting this again. He’d make sure of it.

“Again.” He’s unmerciful, you think whilst you lean into the crook of his neck, sniffling how you couldn’t possibly endure any more of this torture in weak begs for him to just fuck you already. “Last time, princess. I fuckin’ swear,” he assures in coos.

He means it too. There’s no way he could keep this up any longer hard as he is, but he has to prove it now since you’re shaking your head, probably thinking that this is just his sadism coming out to play again. Proving himself? Nahoya’s never had a problem with that.

Fingers sink into the warmth of your pussy for the nth time tonight, but they’re not yours. They’re thicker, coarser and indubitably more skilled the way they navigate through your cunt, tips taking only seconds to find their way to that one spongy spot inside you that has you wailing and your toes curling into the sheets. The sudden movement sends the N charm on your anklet crashing into its adjacent K. “There we go. Ain’t that nice?”

Assaulting the spot with razor sharp focus, Nahoya scissors his fingers within you with merciless accuracy, watching every reaction you give him in the mirror with a smile that does his nickname justice, moon crescent-eyed and cheeks split open with white teeth.

You’re hypersensitive, body scorched hot from all the stimulation. The worst part is, you can’t run. He’s everywhere: in the mirror whenever you open your eyes, wrapped around your ankle, plastered across your fingers. In hazy delusion, you’ve begun to feel him in places he’s not. Around your throat, for example. You’d swear he has an arm wrapped around it given how choked up you are, but he’s nowhere close.

All of his hands are preoccupied with your cunt and thighs, one fingering you the way you deserve while the other busies itself with keeping your thighs splayed open so you can’t escape what he’s giving you— what you will take.

There’s a familiar burning in the pit of your stomach—the tell of your impending orgasm—, but it’s deceiving. The closer it nears, higher it builds up, you find that it’s not so familiar at all. It’s different, and would be completely foreign to you had Smiley not been your partner. But he is, and you’ve been with him long enough to know exactly what this means. “Hoya! ‘m g-gonna make a mess!” you warn.

He hums as if he hadn’t the slightest clue until you told him, like your walls weren’t threatening to break his fingers with the iron lock they have them in. “Yeah? Go head, pretty baby. Make a mess out of my fuckin’ fingers. Make em’ useless,” he commands, muscles in his jaw tensing when you sink your nails into his thighs so deep the bloody crescents they’ll leave are practically guaranteed. Those goddamned nails.

He says, you do. The dam breaks and you flood his fingers, broken whimpers of his name falling from your mouth as you cum, cunt pulsating around him prettily, just as he ordered it to.

And because Smiley is well, Smiley, he doesn’t stop until you gush, using his other hand to rub at your throbbing clit and not letting up even when viscous liquid splashes from your pussy, the sheer force of it pushing his fingers out of your weeping slit and soaking everything in its vicinity from the mirror, the sheets, down to your thighs and a bit higher onto your stomach. He’s giggling praises the entire time you’re bawling your eyes out, kissing your tear stained cheeks in the middle of Atta girls and That’s my babys.

The comedown is vicious to you, has your body twitching sporadically in the bed from the aftershocks. You look fucked out and that’s a shame, because Nahoya’s nowhere near finished with you yet.

“See? Now every time you finger fuck yourself, you’ll remember whose pussy this is.” He gives your clit a smack, blunt of the ring catching the sensitive nub, and chuckles when you sob out and another spurt of warm juices comes spraying out of your messy hole.

Bringing your hand closer to his mouth, he deftly flicks his tongue around your fingers, intermittently wrapping his lips around the digits to clean them of the arousal you left on them. When he’s done, he holds them out for you to see, the neon Ns emblazoned across each fingernail iridescent and shiny with spit, and says, “The only one who can make you cum like that.”

You’d be wise not to forget.

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

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Faint rain hits the large structure underground base building, the empire has extended itself by branding new rooms and elevators as well as many floors. The medical ward has been moved into much pleasant colourful rooms, the moment the girl laying unconscious on the white cover bed, her blonde highlight strands of hair poke side to side as she slowly sat up.

Ryujin trembled out a groan, hands subconsciously rubbing on the left side where she directly had the bullet shot. Now all she felt was a thick layer of bandages and stitches. The girl looks down noticing a sleeping slanting boy resting on top of her thighs and legs with face down, mini snores heard.

it was haechan. The boy sleeping by her side who brought her to this unknown place, Ryujin felt deeply indebt but as well as burden. Burden to haechan. The girl would be met with admiring a close up of hyuck’s sleeping face, he looks peaceful, something she hasn’t seen before on him. Usually, Ryujin would witness the half-ass smirk, the bold confident flirtatious act that he pulls side to side.

When admiring him, Ryujin was getting lost in his beautiful appearance, looking at haechan as if he was a mythical treasure under a rainbow bridge. The moment breaks, the quick jumpy woman looks at the front door where a doctor stands, staring at the girl and the sleeping boy.

Kun would flash Ryujin a short smile. “You’re awake, girl. What’s your name?” The man realised the quiet girl silently refuses to tell, as if she wasn’t trusting anyone in this place, which was understandable. He shortly explains. “I’m the doctor who helped you last night, I need to know your name.”

The girl hesitantly mutters. “Shin Ryujin.” Kun hums turning around with a tray of breakfast French toast, Ryujin blinks, pleasantly surprised at the actions. “I am Kun, the base medic. Eat up Ryujin, and wake up haechan will you?” The man would say, walking out calmly.

She looks down at the tray and then at haechan, she slowly reaches to nudge him but the boy murmurs with his eyes still closed.

“You have a pretty name..” hyuck let’s out with a rasp out voice, lifting the head to be met with a shocked beautiful girl. Eyes dark and gloomy but he found the dark mystery the most ethereal. She looks down, grounding herself off the bed to immediately escape. Ryujin was soon stopped by a hand grab, pulling her on the bed once again, with a scowl, Haechan warningly holds tight.

Ryujin protests. “I’m leaving, haechan.” She tugs on the wrist grab looking straight at the boy who disagrees. “You can’t. You’re not well enough to leave. Just be quiet and eat, i promise it’s not poisoned.”

The girl puckers lips on a thin line, laying back on the bed when he lets go. She goes under the covers, call this whatever— haechan would call it sulking. He over looks at the girl hiding, shaking his head.

“Throwing tantrums, princess?” Hyuck calls out in a sing voice. Ryujin roughly shouts. “No, shut up.”

“How come you were hurt this badly?” The boy starts to speak again quickly catching Ryujin up with her fast defensive responses where she no longer knew what to say. The girl covers deeply in the blanket, hoping the hospital bed would block haechan’s voice out; only to be heard more when he hovers over the huge lump of blankets pile. “Short peach, you alive?”

“Ugh why are you so damn talkative this morning.” She pulls off the covers looking at haechan who was above her, directly looking. He lightly smiles, brushing away the hair falling on her face, as he pushes them off he gets a real proper view on her. He felt Ryujin go warm to the face at the actions, making his grin widen. “I thought I lost you.”

“I thought I lost you just like i lost him. Please never do that to me ever again. You can do whatever you want, but don’t come to me hurt.”

Ryujin sits up as haechan wraps his fingers round hers, their pinkies interlocking as if it were a mere flower crown laid on more flowers. These two share a short glance before Ryujin rests her forehead on his lean shoulder, pulling the boy gently by an embrace. The hug felt warm and mutual, for once these were moments shared to he vulnerable and open minded with their emotions; this was a first for both, but why did it feel so right and so…normal?

The city’s sunlight peaks through the open-windows. Customers sit nearby where light shines onto them, deceiving their bodies with vitamins needed; all but one would join them. Detective Baekhyun resides in the shadows round the corner tables with sofa-like chairs, comfortably for his back to relax on to. It's early and the machines are yet to warm, so he began to ponder this chance to rest a moment longer, to drink in the aroma of this place…

The ambiance of the cafe, its homey aroma, draws in not only the detective’s soul but also many other individuals of different classes into its cocoon for a few blessed moments, to spark enjoyment within their bitter cocoa beans, crushed every fine morning with warm pool of boiled water melting it like ice. It was one of a kind now. Old but gold.

“Enjoying your black coffee, detective?”

The hidden voice alerts the man to turn around swiftly met with beckoning black pupils scratching at his ultimate presence. Detective shifts on the side, lowly. “Pleasantly I am, journalist park.”

Upon hearing her own name come out of his lips, Areum lowers her knees to sit down on the acute chair provided in front of the detective.

“I’ll be blunt with you, detective, where is your proof that my husband is actually the murderer?” Areum firmly points out with elbows slamming down on the table, moving her face closer where Baekhyun has leaned in closer at once. The voice mimicking shadows, becoming undetectable. “It’s all in here.” Baekhyun urges with a single push to the thick stale book file on the table, Areum raises an eyebrow cautiously observing everything.

Baekhyun felt the skeptical journalist rush the file open with every single paper evidence and clues on the table as if it were a puzzle for her. The man would watch the background for other people if they were watching out of the ordinary; baristas were lounging about the coffee stations with tired eyes, their customers chatting in the background quietly in their own worlds where they all should be.

The clues link in chronicle order as they left the woman with squinting furrow eyebrows knitting forward, as multiple pictures with a man she knows standing in the place of the crime scene where a familiar bridge stands; the car crash incident. Then another image penetrating poor areum’s mind with jeno and Mr Tong.

Multiple evidence with solid proof, left the woman’s lips dry and her voice discouraged unsure if she what was once believed without questions was no longer the truth?

Baekhyun saw the silence as a way of being approved, in fact the man half sheepishly smirks watching the frightened journalist. “Believe me now?” He whispers, going closer. Areum’s eyes slowly drive up to look at Baekhyun’s closed face. Her lips parting slowly. “Maybe this is all an coincidence is it not?” She saw the man pull with a face of disbelief, eyes falling off contact like they were to be pull out of a socket— he shakes his head sighing.

“I understand it’s hard for you to grasp such concept of your husband.” He slowly speaks, nodding. “But this is not a coincidence. That girl that attacked you was not a mistake and your parents death was not god’s fate.”

The journalist clenches her jaw tight feeling nauseous just by a thought of imagining jeno being able to do such a cruel, heathens thing to do, if he told her this years ago before she knew him then perhaps Areum would be convinced without conflicting emotions. But now? It’s different. Areum sleeps next to this person for years, she married this man who she once thought was a misunderstood man, a man with righteous morals and a kind heart cut out of an angel. It was mortifying to just think all of that can disappear with just photos.

“I appreciate your work detective and your kind words…” Areum slowly inhales sighing. “I have other problems however, Jeno is onto you and me. I don’t want anymore problems.”

Baekhyun would nod, understanding that it’s not the most ideal and easy situation, in fact any situation wouldn’t be easy or ideal. The soft-face man leans on with a soft sympathetic smile. “I understand, please take these numbers and addresses however. If you do end up investigating on your own, these are the people that know your parents personally.”

Eyebrows rise in surprise as Areum was stuttering words over words, like a marathon lap racing all at once to get through her lips first. The journalist would be stunned to know how fast the detective was quick on getting information, information that she couldn’t get herself. “I- wait how did you find these people exactly? I tried everything I couldn’t find a signal person linked to my parents history.” Areum stunts with a gasp. Baekhyun’s lips curve up in a grin, almost like a Cheshire Cat.

“I have my ways miss park, if only you’d team up with me… then maybe I’d let you in on the secret ways.” He sighs with light eyes looking away, his teeth nibbling on the bottom lip cheekily. Areum laughs gently, rolling eyes at the words of persuasion she took in. The woman stands up taking the important piece of paper, folding it in two halves before pushing it into her inner jacket pocket. “I’ll keep in touch.”

He’d hear her say as his eyes widen with joy to hear such important words he could only imagine. Baekhyun’s breath hitches like a lump of sore coal stuck in his throat; watching the classy journalist leave with a soft smile. He guesses the paper did the job.

“So how did you meet haechan?” One soldier asks while the other soldiers poke their noises in curiosity, as if the blonde girl was a rare object on stand to be sold and bid for with millions; she was their sort of imagination and curiosity. Ryujin raised an eyebrow, as she stands quiet like a mouse.

“Or are you dating him?..”

“She must be~”

“There’s no way he pulled such a hot dime.”

The man sighs watching the sight in front of him. Haechan pushes the junior soldiers with a scowl, grabbing the nearest broomstick beginning to sweep the floor in which that chases the herd of soldiers that were once surrounding and circling the poor girl in a medic gown.

The boy shouts. “Out! Out! you lousy hyenas.” Haechan sighs looking over at Ryujin once they ran off, with little or no choice. The girl scoffs, “why are you chasing them out I was enjoying the attention.” She’d sassily say.

Haechan raises one eye at her with a teasing grin, flirting forward as he sits on the edge of the bed, the broomstick dropping on the ground. “Why, is my attention not enough for you, short peach?” He coos.

Ryujin leans closer barely ghosting over their soft lips, the boy was barely keeping eye contact with her eyes but only the lips on her beautiful milky skin, as if he was ready to gnaw on it and claim it to be his. However as much as Ryujin was a little minx, she enjoys to painful torture the boy with low self control. She mouths to him challengingly. “Indeed it’s not enough, chan.”

The new nickname caught his ears like a fresh loaf of bread smell infecting his nostrils every morning, he smirks pulling forward Ryujin by the medical collar, her grunting visibly at the action. “Call me that again, short peach.” He demands, like it was a life purpose of his to hear it forever. She chuckles.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She suddenly tells when realising the way he’s affectionately gazing at her, almost making her forget that this was just a mission and not actually herself doing it for the purpose. Haechan lightly letting go off the collar, clearing his throat. “Like what?” He calmly spoke.

“Like I’m the only thing that matters to you.” Ryujin harshly spoke. Haechan scoffs rubbing the back of his neck, coughing. “That would be bizarre, that will never happen.”

Fuck, Haechan thought. He’s screwed, in matter of fact he hates that he’s such a hopeless romantic.

The two were brought back to their attention of a man with a dangerous aura pushing through with a heavy gun in his hand. The man stands still grabbing the boy’s attention upmost, Ryujin was shakily watching up front.

“Haechan, get out of my way.” Jeno would warn, pulling the front reload button, Haechan standing in front of the gun covering Ryujin.

He shakes his head. “I can’t. Please she’s not a harm, jeno.” Haechan would say, with pleading eyes that once in a blue moon work on his boss. Jeno looks at Ryujin with a glare of hatred.

“Are you going against me right now, Lee Haechan?”

The tan boy furrows eyebrows however at the moment his body was in full control and so was his beating heart that fell in love hard, extremely hard to the point that the loyalty to his long life friend and boss who gave him a home to come to, has been challenged by these newly found feelings for Ryujin. Haechan stands still without saying much, his silence was enough answer for Jeno to glare in temporarily shock. As much as other soldiers stand in behind companying Jeno in his aid.

Jeno quenches his salivating wrath running in his veins like a boiling water ready to strain and burn everything in its way. The man pushes the gun tip point at haechan’s chest with fire burning in the pupils and his teeth barking, about to maul the boy to shreds if he defy’s him one more time.

But even if the war-upset man who wishes to destroy the enemy in his baselines with every right he was in the right to kill the woman sitting in the medical bed all protected by his friend, solider, comrade and family— someone who is just as equal brother than anyone else. The mafia strongly believe people who work with the leader is even thicker than biological blood, as it’s meant to be morally on trust. What Haechan is doing right now, was thicker than anything in Jeno’s world so why, why was he going against him just for a girl he was told to spy for.

“I asked you a question, Lee Donghyuck,” Jeno brings up with the tough metallic gun pushing rough on the younger boy’s chest, him stumbling side to side with a wobble limp to his ankles. “Are. You. Defying. Me?” He gains his balance back, watching Jeno strongly with glistening eyes. He felt like an eyesore to Jeno, like an enemy.

Ryujin seeing Haechan look so hurt to answer as well as conflicted to go and answer the man in front knowing it’s complete treason; it’s like his mind and heart were at each other’s throat and he feels the weight of this strangle him into earths deepest grounds. The girl can’t help but stand from the bed and pull Haechan with a hand across his chest, the boy moving behind Ryujin like a damsel in distress. The girl bravely glaring at the gun pointing at her as she steps forward two times, bare feet on cold ground with the simple medic gown provided by Kun. Her lips properly speak without care that a dangerous weapon is holding her at gunpoint now, by the most terrifying and dangerous mafia.

Jeno with an upset frown watches the enemy before him. “Do not think Haechan’s defying you just for a moment because his persistence kept slowing me from getting to my end goal anyways.” The girl spat with rough animalistic growls. The man darkly laughs. “Don’t tell me you out of all people care for Haechan?”

Ryujin thickly gulps as Haechan slowly comes to the side to watch the girl in silence hoping to hear some positive words, perhaps a yes; but who was he kidding. The woman scorns out like it was a knife. “No. I don’t care for him.” The boy holds the shirt right in his left side clenching it with a firm grip as if it was stabbing him deep.

Worst thing was that she couldn’t even watch Haechan as she said this but would rather watch jeno as she did, because at least then, Ryujin could mean it to whoever she was watching; not to whoever she pointed it at. Call her a coward this way.

Jeno turns around signalling they soldiers to come and drag Ryujin down to the dungeons, but when Haechan saw the four people drag the girl away he pulls on them, putting one knocked out cold with a punch.

“Stay away from her!” Haechan growls, trying his best to stop them from leading Ryujin to possibly her death, or torture, maybe worse awaiting her. Jeno watches Haechan struggle massively until Renjun came, holding the boy crying for Ryujin with helpless voice.

Jeno puts the gun down loosely, crouching to the boy laying on the ground. “She’s an enemy, you know this.”

Renjun with emotional tone talks out to haechan in hopes it would break him out of the daze that Ryujin has him in a prance. “Snap out of it please.”

Haechan shakes his head lowly. “She’s different. She cares. Ryujin isn’t like him, jeno.” He pleads with his hands holding the leader’s shoes in deep grief. Jeno holds his knees, closing eyes at the pathetic vulnerable sight that his friend pushes himself in.

“We can’t trust his people, including Ryujin. I won’t kill her because she’s going to be important for us.”

“So get your act together, Haechan.” Jeno bluntly orders grabbing him by his shirt lifting the boy to face him.

Masterlink to his karma.

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@onyourhyuck please refer from translating , plagiarising and copyrighting my work thank you.

Everything is slowly being revealed 😫. Who still believes Jeno is innocent?

[gritsandbrits]

Noelani is a fancharacter created by @gritsandbrits for Sonic the Hedgehog. She is a street performer who became entangled in the fight against Eggman during Adventure. Noelani is the focus OC of my fanfic The Girl From Station Square.

Birthplace: Emerald Coast

Species: Human

Age: 15

Color: Seafoam green

Attire: Seafoam green, yellow and white sweatsuit, silver anklets with blue and yellow beads, hot pink&white Vans, and blue brooch

Appearance: 4'4, slim body type, deep brown skin, brown eyes, jet black curly hair, purple lipstick, gold studs

Powers and Abilities: Aside from being a talented surfer, dancer and singer, Noelani also gains abilities through mystical or technological means:

- Surf Shredder: Surfboard that can convert into a giant two handled sword

- Hydro Hands: Pair of gauntlets that can shoot water or ice at high pressure

- Sky Soles: Moon boots that allow her to jump far and wide

- Mermaid Transformation: Grants her temporary mermaid form

- Siren Song: Necklace that enhances the pitch of her voice to lure opponents to sleep

- Anchor-Away: Flail-mace shaped like a mace, can be used as a grappling hook and long range weapon

- Deductive Reasoning

Personality: Described as a calm young lady, Noelani preferred to keep to herself. Deep down she wanted close intimate friendships and refuge from her financial trouble. While she expresses some resentment over her difficult circumstances sometimes she works hard to not her insecurities consume her. She has a strong dislike towards injustice, though nervous to stick up initially. Lani has a somewhat mischievous side as when she outruns cops and tricks Sonic and Tails thinking they were enemies at first. Later she becomes more outspoken against injustice, and makes a conscious effort to reach out.

Relationships: Noelani is very good friends with the main heroes despite rocky beginning. While she can't always be there due to circumstances she is supporting them however she can. She has a friendship with Amy, regarding her as a sister.

Love Interest: Currently Sonic the Hedgehog; they have an on/off relationship, and regularly keep in touch. However in the movies it's a love triangle: Sonic and Knuckles fight over her much to her annoyance. It's weird.

Trivia

- Potential voice claims are Lauryn Hill or Marsai Martin

- Noelani speaks with a Jamaican accent; it's more noticeable when she's comfortable

- in the movieverse Noelani has the power to sense spiritual energy and is explicitly regarded as a Mystic

- She is based on Madonna, the original concept of Sonic having a human girlfriend

- Noelani is inspired by the 'coconut girl' aesthetic

- Her clothes take inspo from 90s/2000s urban fashion

- Character Inspo: Esmeralda from Disney's Hunchback, Princess Tiana, Aisha/Layla (Winx Club), Merliah (Barbie in a Mermaid Tale), Talwyn (R&C), Nya (Ninjago)

- She had the most redesigns out of my OCs

- Her name was gonna be Cameron Segana. Other candidates included Jade, Fern, Kelly, Celadon, and Pearl.

- Her Sonic Riders Board is called the "Jade Tsunami" and it grants her Bike Transformation

- While she has no confirmed Ability Type the closest she has is Power as she is not specially fast and definitely can't fly

- Her other hobbies are scrapbooking, photography, and seaglass craft.

- Her favorite food is pineapple spam pizza, and favorite beverage is peach flavored soda

- Theme: Blue Deja Vu by Study Music Project / Dennis Kuo

- Noelani is meant to represent the good side of humanity

[honeyhenry]

Homeward Bound

A/N: This was NOT meant to be this long...but I was inspired and now we have this... dad!Syverson....you can thank me later :)

Warnings: army-related talk, labour, fluff (because i rue the day I actually write anything other than that)

After an honourable stint, Captain Syverson had finally finished up his active duty in the army, having chosen now to spend his life devoted and committed to you. While every second week he had to make a daily 45 minute commute up the road to train newbies needing a boot up their asses to prepare for the realities of war, Sy was able to come home to you just in time for dinner every evening. He got the best of both worlds, earning a solid pay with training up new recruits, and having the ability to make good on those promises he made you way back before he told you that the next tour would be his last.

He had kept his first promise within a month of him returning for good - giving you a shiny ring that he’d had the deposit down on for as long as he can remember. That was his most nerve-wracking promise to keep, even though you’d assured him no matter what, the answer would always be a “yes”. His second promise was also signed, sealed, and delivered within weeks of his return, most likely conceived in celebration of your engagement.

That promise had stuck with you a little more than the first; “Gonna put a baby in ya, peach. Can promise ya that I’m ready for wantin that with ya.”

Sy had arrived home in October, and there you were, round and ready to pop at the end of the following August.

During your labour on that warm summer’s day, he’d been gritting it out right beside you, clutching your hand and holding your half full cup of ice chips, using his best Captain voice in offering encouragement. Between contractions you had cried, screeched, and panicked. It had seemed Sy had given you the big baby he had been so certain of.

“Your baby’s too big Syv, it hurts so much...”

“Peach believe me, if I could I’d take all this pain for ya I would” he had comforted you, knowing by making eye contact that he meant every word. You had relaxed momentarily at the love you held for him, before the pain hit again leaving you crying and screaming once more.

And then Captain Syverson heard the words that he detests, typically uttered from his soldiers in the base camps or training rounds. 

“I can’t...”

It’s a cowards way of thinking, a poor outlook on life, and it makes the entire side weak because of one weak link. It angers him to no end, and he usually ends up heading off alone to clear his head. But not when it’s you

“I can’t do it, Sy...”

You’re the strongest person he knows, pushing out a brand new Syverson into the world with minimal medication and a steely determination for the past 14 hours. You’re no coward, and you’re by no means weak. He’s had men on his side who haven’t blinked in the face of adversity and terrorism, and yet here you were, stronger than the lot of them in every way.

“Yeah you can, peach. Ya think I’d put my baby in any ol’ fool? No it’s you, ‘cause you’re the strongest woman I know. C’mon now, let’s have us a baby.”

And then you did it, almost an hour later and she’s earth-side. As the sun had set on the last day of a sweltering August, it is as though the room cools to a warm breeze, the world stopping in its tracks as you birth your sweet baby Syverson, born in the first minutes of a new September. She’s all yours, and when the doctor announced above the primal, wild screams that “it’s a girl!” you’d looked to Sy, watching him as he cried. It was just a couple of tears, and he won’t admit that they happened, but it sure as hell doesn’t make him any less proud.

You’ve only been cooped up in the room for 24 hours, and while you and baby Syverson have been cared for and helped with the basics (along with you receiving a substantial amount of pain relief), Sy wanted you and his baby girl home so that he could be the one to take care of you both; plump your pillows, fetch you cups of tea, burp the baby, dote on her endlessly. All within the quiet, cosy home you’d made together over the past years and months. Pictures lined the walls, featuring happy memories including your courthouse wedding that had been planned and occurred within a week of knowing about baby Sy. Your big gruff man just couldn’t take not having you as his wife, especially when you were carrying his child.

There’d also been a picture of the sonogram taped to the fridge in your quaint little kitchen, courtesy of Sy wanting to see the baby each morning before heading to work, or while he cooked you a warm breakfast. It’s as though he didn't keep updated pictures in his wallet and in his truck, right next to a beautiful picture of you. From your first sonogram with “SYVERSON” printed at the top, Sy loved to see his growing family, and always taped the newest scan picture right on top, using the same piece of tape he’d just found laying around one afternoon. Now, after plenty of pictures taken on his phone, he was going to update the fridge once more to feature a picture of the little pink squish with big bug eyes and a smattering of dusty brown hair. Maybe he’ll add some new tape, too.

Now three Syversons would live in this home, where old caps, worn from war and still grimy after a couple of washes, lay around the house, and where a still somewhat-tinged green Aika would roam freely - except on the bed. Sy was adamant that Aika never jumped or slept on the marital bed. That was his place, with his woman. The wooden interior and cosy fireplace that Sy himself had built, made it an even more homely and special place for you both to live. The perfect place out in the country to raise your girl. 45 minutes from Sy’s work, 15 to the local school. It was a dream, and now it had come true, as you watch him lift your princess into the baby carrier, fastening her in and watching her little pouty face as he removes his large, warm hands that you know she must adore being held by already.

He’s so glad that he can now take you both home. He insists on carrying both the baby carrier and the hospital bag from the past few days as you both leave the room where your girl entered the world, now entering the real world and all the opportunities she would have out there to explore. Since you don’t have to lift a thing, you just get to watch the sweet view of the “scary” Captain Sy check things off mentally to make sure you've brought everything.

“As long as we bring the baby home, I think we’ll be okay” you grin, and he blinks out of his organised, battle-ready mindset for a moment, remembering that this wasn’t some covert operation. This was a big deal, but one that is exciting and new and as Sy turns to look at his daughter again, it seems he’s already forgotten how tiny she is. She’s wrapped up, but Sy insists that he wraps the carrier with his flannel top, protecting the baby from both the sun, and any chill that pierces the air. He can’t resist a final little peek into the baby carrier as you sign the final documents to discharge you both from the hospital. You even hear him talk to your sweet girl, having one of their first little talks together.

“i’ll show ya a real home, just wait. Nun’a this bright light and doctors nonsense. Got a crib with your name on it ya can be all cosy in. Built it myself while Momma watched. You are gonna be so loved up with her, she is everything sweet in the world. Just like you princess.”

“I thought i was your princess?” you interrupt him and...is that a blush you see mark his cheeks? If only his men knew the state you could get the great Captain Syverson into, and most likely that your baby girl will be able to as well.

“You’ve been promoted peach, after all that giving birth to her, you’re a queen among peasants. I got two number 1 gals now. Gotta be ya knight in shinin’ armour.”

All the war torn memories, the killing, and the violence from his past, doesn’t mean a thing. It baffles him to this day - he still doesn't know how he’s ended up with two slices of heaven in you and your baby girl, but he’s selfish and he’s keeping you all for himself.

“You can be a Captain to your men but you’re our King, Sy. I know you’ll always protect us, and she’ll grow up knowing that too. Now come on. Let’s get her out of here. Lead the way Daddy?” you grin, watching as he proudly marches through the doors of the ward with a tight grip on the baby carrier, while the bag is slung over his shoulder.

The rest of his life with you and baby Syverson, just waiting on the other side.

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