boy next door α‘£π© alright?
α‘£π© song eunseok x fem!reader
α‘£π© synopsis. in which yn keeps texting a random number life updates, that turns out to be the boy next door.
α‘£π© warnings. smau parts at the beginning & end, lower case intended, not proofread, mentions of food? a little cheesy π€·π»ββοΈ
α‘£π© wc. 531
eunseok giggled at the texts before he shut his phone and slipped it into his pocket, ignoring the way it kept vibrating and turning his attention to the girl who was busy gawking at the cafe's decor.
βlooks like you like it here.β he broke her out of her dazed state; to which she smiled sheepishly to. βyeah.. you brought me to a miffy themed cafe, eunseok.. of course i like it.β
of course he had to bring her to anything miffy related. he liked the way she squealed whenever she saw the character. even her outfit had miffy-related things to it, including her famous hair accessory.
βthen, iβm glad,β he smiled and leaned back in his chair, tilting his head. βthereβs a store i wanna take you to as well. itβs not far from here.βΒ yn nodded and soon after, the waiter came with their orders.
after having brunch together, eunseok took her to a miffy store, again, he had to.
it got hard for him to hide the way her reactions towards things made him smile, so he gave up on doing that as a whole. and a smile was kept on his lips, with occasional laughter here and there.
βoh, seok, look! they have rings,β yn gasped, picking up two rings that she thought matched their styles and turned around to show them to him.
eunseok walked to where she was standing, examining the rings. βdo you want them?β
βyeah, i think iβm gonna get both,β she giggled before she moved to the plushie section.
βiβm pretty sure you donβt have any plushies at your place.β yn said, looking around at the different miffy plushies. βdoes a keychain count?β
yn gave him a judging look and she shook her head:βno, it doesnβt count!β
yn spent the next 20 minutes helping the boy look for the perfect plushie for him, after lots of struggling, the one that eunseok liked was a gray miffy plushie. so they got that along with the rings.
by the end of the afternoon, the two were already walking home because eunseok had evening classes.
yn cursed the moment she planned her outfit because now she was getting cold due to the cool spring breeze.
but of course eunseok noticed the way she shivered, and of course he took his jacket off and draped it over her shoulders.
βyou donβt have to.β yn frowned at him, attempting to remove it and give it back, but eunseok shook his head; dismissing her. βi want to.β
βeunseok, is thisβ¦β yn spoke after a moment of comfortable silence; earning a hum from the boy. βis this a date?β
eunseok stopped in his tracks, looking at her now with an unreadable expression. βdo you want it to be a date?β
yn shrugged, chewing down on her lower lip to silence herself. βyn, do you want it to be a date?β he said, his thumb and index fingers gently holding her chin, tilting her head up.
ββ¦yeahβ
βalright,β
βalright?β
eunseok smiled and took his hand off her chin, only to slip it into hers and pulling her to continue walking. βyeah, alright, itβs now considered a date, our first date.β
β βΉ prev | next βΉ β
α‘£π© notes. ik badtz-maru is not a miffy character but lets act like it isπ£
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Me when Geto tells me Iβm just like the other monkeys
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five gil for a flower? :3
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two is better than one
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saw lots of gabi at the store
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Dick loves your plushie collection.
He doesnβt find it embarrassing in the slightest! If anything he finds it more offensive that youβd think it embarrassing having plushies as an adult. After he himself has a plush bunny dressed in his nightwing attire -escrima sticks and all- that he won at an arcade game a while back perched on the top of his bed back home.
He calls it dick jr and cuddles it when he has a rough night of crime fighting.
So heβs the last person to ever cast judgment on your plush collection.
If anything he lets his imagination run wild with them and takes full advantage of them. So if the instance came where you werenβt home, Dick would always send you photos and mini videos of him taking excellent care of a plush hare called Sir John Roderick Wellington the third by tucking him in bed at night, pretending to brush his teeth, etc
Or heβd make enact a photo shoot with a couple of them and send the results to you as your left asking whereβd he manage to get all sorts of accessories for themβ¦youβre still awaiting the answer to this day. Another thing heβd do with them is take them with him as company while heβs doing mundane chores in the apartment and act as though the plush is helping him.
You were quick to catch on that Dick having a hell of blast with it with how often he spammed your phone with a plethora of photos and videos that kept you up to date with the daily misadventures of your plushy. And yet you werenβt any better either as you kept them all in a album in your phone and are still wondering why your phone keeps informing you that you are running low on spaceβ¦
Your favourite picture of your plushy was one where Dick had it tucked in bed, a picture of you on its lap, meanwhile Dickβs face could be seen peaking up from the bottom corner of the screen followed by the caption; βhe misses you and canβt wait for you to come home and cuddle him. Oh and also me. :(
Itβs became your Home Screen now and it was the best decision youβve been made because it never failed to make you smile even on a bad day.
Jason loves it when you wear his clothes.
Itβs free therapy for the man seeing you in his clothes and you can quote me on that.
He fucking loved coming home to see you do your own thing while looking all comfortable and relaxed in his shirts or hoodies doing so. For all Jason could ever want for you was for you to feel comfortable with him however you saw fit.
Also it gives him the more reason to stare at you shamelessly, well more than he did already, but you get the point. Jason is a simple man whoβs not above letting it known how much he absolutely adores you.
So you wearing his clothes only added onto that adoration that he had for you. No one else could be more perfect in his eyes then you and he stands by that that statement.
βYou look perfect.β -Jason
βJason, Iβm wearing sweats and one of your shirts while eating pizza.β -you
βYeah, perfect.β -Jason
βDoofus.β -you, smiling.
Some days Jason would even go out of his way to leave his clothes on your side of the bed as a hint that he wants you to wear it for the day. Other days however he would be outright and blunt with the fact that heβd rather have you in his clothes than your own at this point.
βWhy are you wearing your clothes?β - Jason
βBecause theyβre my clothes and I feel bad wearing all of yours all the time.β -you
βWell I on the other hand donβt, take this shirt and go back into our bedroom and change.β - Jason says as he takes off the shirt he was wearing and hands it to you, uncaring of the fact that he was shirtless in the living room.
βYouβre being dramatic Jason.β - you as you take the warm shirt from his hands.
βNo Iβm not, I just like you in my clothes a lot better than anything else.β - Jason said, crossing his arms over his chest.
βYouβre getting jealous over clothes now?β - you asked, raising a brow.
βYes.β Jason responds instantly. βNow for the sake of my sanity go back and put my shirt on please.β
You kiss his cheek before leaving for the bedroom to change. βIf you insist.β
βI heavily insist chipmunk.β - Jason says as he watched you walk away before following after to grab another shirt.
Jason loves it when youβre in his clothes. Itβs his greatest strength and his greatest weakness.
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βΉΛββ§ PLUSHIE COLLECTION
it's xavier's first time entering your bedroom, and he didn't expect to find his rivals gathered up on your bed.
xavier has been to your place numerous times, but he still has never seen your bedroom. the only parts he has ever reached from your place are any of the rooms on the first floorβthis includes the living room, the kitchen, and the first floorβs bathroom.
βxavier, i need my charger. could you please get it from my bedroom upstairs?βΒ
βsure. whereβs your bedroom upstairs?βΒ
βfirst room on the right,β you answer, to which xavier nods.Β
walking up the stairs, xavier finally reaches the first room on the right. upon entering your bedroom, he stopped when a particular thing caught his attentionβyour bed filled with plushies the two of you won from claw machines. thereβs the succulent bunny, hurty thistle, bunbun, fleecy, huggy bearβthe list goes on.Β
xavier stares at the plushies as he walks toward your bed. βso you are the ones she has been cuddling all night every nightβ¦β he mutters under his breath. βmy rivals.β
picking up the first plushie the two of you won together, xavier stares straight into its beaded eyes as if he is trying to find its nonexistent soul. βi should be the one she is resting onto, not youβ¦β he doesnβt realize that he is starting to squish on the plushieβs neck. heck, he doesnβt even realize that he is about to activate his evol.Β
xavier is so busy having a staring contest with the plushie that he doesnβt realize the footsteps coming up the stairs and the door swinging open. βhey xavier, whatβs taking you so longβ um, what are you doing?βΒ
oh shit. xavier immediately snaps back into reality. βum, nothingβ¦i just got distracted for a bit when i saw your plushie collection. i never knew your collection has become this big,βΒ he excuses.
βoh,β you laugh. βwell, i wouldnβt have that many if it werenβt for you.β you walk up to your bedside table to get the charger you tasked him to get. βanyway, i just finished preparing our snacks, so letβs go downstairs, shall we?β
you walk towards the door to exit the bedroom as xavier follows you behind. unbeknownst to you, as he walks behind you, his head is turned towards your bed, eyes are locked on your plushie collection with a look that clearly says, iβll be back to deal with you.
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they find you sleeping alone while hugging a plushie (jjk men)
warnings : usage of bunny nickname
an : tojiβs part screams daddy issues π€ + this is a gn reader fluff! <3
TOJI
youβve been binge watching this new series ever since you found it yes ofcourse itβs an unhealthy habit but you just canβt help it so here you are in the living room trying your best not to fall asleep while watching this series but oh lord your eyes are giving up right now and in no time you just grabbed your plushie and fell asleep. after sometime toji enters the living room while trying to ask you something βhoney have you seen my-β he stops as his eyes catches you sleeping alone while hugging your plushie he huffs and caresses your cheek βlook at you sleeping here all alone with your stupid little plushieβ he said as he turns off the tv and makes you lay down with your head on his lap as he strokes your hair softly and starts humming a lullaby while giving you a love stare with the sweetest smile
YUJI
welp training took the most today of your golden retriever bf today. he promised you that heβll be back to the dorm by 8 but itβs 11 and he still havenβt come back yet youβre missing him right now and just want to cuddle him to sleep but heβs not here yet. yes you were an understanding gf but sometimes you just need him no matter what the situation is and it is indeed one of those times. another hour passed by but no sign of your boyfriend but here you are sleeping on your dormβs bed while hugging your fav plushie that yuji gifted you hoping that itβll be enough to overcome the need of his touch but oh god it wasnβt. after few minutes he came back with a tired body he entered the dorm and saw you sleeping alone his eyes turned soft as he approached your sleeping figure and gently cup your cheeks as you whine softly from the touch. he chucked and lays down beside you pulling the blanket over you two while hugging you as tightly yet as gently as possible if you were awake right now he would have totally pampered you with kisses making your face a bit wet but right now he just wanted you to sleep because he thinks you look adorable. he closes his eyes and whispers βplease forgive me this time bunnyβ he smile while giving you a love stare and slowly closes his eyes while keeping you close to him
NANAMI
he entered the home pretty late to his usual time tonight around 9 pm and saw you sleeping alone on the kitchen counter with your head on the counter while hugging a smol plushie. he smiled and walked over to you and saw all the delicious food youβve made just for him yes , he definitely felt upset by his behaviour but knew that it was for your relationship after all. he tucked your hair behind your ear and smile while looking at you as he tried to pull the plushie away from you and replace it with his arms only to hear you whine softly while gripping the plushie tightly he frowned slightly and started kissing you in your sleep and thatβs when you wake up βyouβreβ¦backβ you said with half closed eyes and looked up at him as he said nothing but held you close βiβm sorry my love iβll be a better boyfriend i promiseβ
GOJO
it was after a fight when he decided to enter your shared bedroom thatβs when he found you sleeping with a plushie alone he felt guilty because an agreement shouldnβt be keeping you guys apart like this. he decided to crawl up beside you and hug you as youβre sleeping then he placed a kiss on your cheek , forehead and neck and started whispering sweet nothings and his apology thatβs when you woke up and looked up at him with puffy eyes 'what are you doingβ you asked him with a sleepy voice as he just smiles and hugs you tighter βyouβre so adorable babyβ he said as he pecked your lips and smiles
GETO
he told you that itβs going to be the last meeting but only if you knew he has been saying that for past four hours you got tired at this point and wanted his touch and kisses but ofcourse your boyfriend was busy with work so you decided to manage it with a plushie tonight because sleeping alone is just a nightmare on itβs own. you fell asleep while hugging your fav plushie on the couch after a few hours geto walked into the living room and found you sleeping alone , without any second thoughts he picked you up and had you lay down on the comfy bed. he turned down the lights and cuddled you softly + gently and started pecking your cheek while admiring your beauty
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one day my grandma took me to a thrift store. It sat in the corner of a strip shop with big bold red letters that just read simple.
THRIFT STORE.
It hung under the arch protected by sun, rain, snow or whatever weather we decided to travel there for, and greeted us all the same like that day she took me.
i can't remember what we went there for, my grandma never was one to follow in her original plans. the kind who is on the highway when she assures you she's down the street. the one who says she's going to one place five stores later.
what we went there for would most likely be no different. At least not to her. for me, it was the same ol same ol. Surely we'd go there for clothes and spend hours sifting through clothes or searching for the signs hanging on the ceiling that would tell us what deals they have that day.
That is till I walked near the section where they have holiday themed items for sale. old decor made to coax elderly eyes with dull colors, floral designs and antiques. But some of these items would be plushies, dolls and toys for the kiddos.
And I was kiddo.
there sitting with her legs hung over the ledge, her fat feet weighed down, hands right at her side, ears drapped behind her head that covered a good portion of her back that once picked up, you'd see a nubby tail turning her around.
her head resembled that of an egg shape, two glass like eyes that had a brown ring. her nose threaded into a triangle with a line that trailed down into a smile when you tilted her head up.
her pink was washed out but still enough to catch my attention. her arms and legs dangled heavily from the beads that resided inside, sitting with ease with the same beads in her body.
She was adorable. not like the other stuff bears and bunnies that were shadowed by her greatness. I loved her and everything about her. showing her to my grandma who just simply plucked her from my hands and placed her onto the checkout counter without second thought. i guess my love for her was mine and mine alone.
Once we got home, she was my show and tell project. many of my cousins or aunts and even my sibling got to meet her. She was all our toys' best friend. even when love got to her, where change became known when her eye fell out. my sibling super glued it back in and she was still loved all the same.
my love for her was mine and mine alone.
such love became potent and spread to my younger cousin, who at the time drove me up the entire state building. any moment she could, she'd have that bunny in her arms, causing fights between herself and I just to let my plush go.
but age won in my cousin's favor. she was younger and treated with ease as i would be told to let her play with it. even so much as allowing said little cousin to leave the house with her when going to a store.
My love to her was mine and mine alone. I thought.
any moment she'd return back to me, I'd make sure to keep her with me till she had to join the rest of the toys in a dark closet ready for the next kid who decided to play with her.
Unfortunately, details of a move have been lost in time, as now in a new house, i only recall the last time I saw her. she sat the same way I found her.
her legs dangled over the shelf ledge , arms at her side and ears drapped behind her. although accompanied by fake plants and picture frames, she looked a little squished. still cute. still loved.
and never seen again.
i can't remember how i lost her. i had this idea that my little cousin stole her in secret , making it so any time i'd visit said cousin, id sneak a look in their toybox in search for my plushie.
but she was not there. she wasn't anywhere. and in the years that's passed, she's somewhere still being adorable and hopefully loved.
her love was mine and mine alone.
Her name was panini. She had a lot of friends and loved to wear dresses and make friends.
if i find her again.
her love will be mine and mine alone.
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The TADC cast with a reader whoβs a fluffy droopy eared bunny like the picture above.
Those eyes have absolutely no thoughts behind them just vibes (that may or may not include various types of cake)
Readers just a little fella,an absolute pal.they give soft plush hugs but the catch is that their like 7β5 tall.their super kind and patient and somehow always know what to say or do to help the cast.
(Alsoβ¦JAX FIDGET HC!! He totally flops their ears about)
TADC cast x big soft silly plushie bunny!reader!!!!!
uueueueue the macarons i made earlier ended up so good!! easily some of the nicest and prettiest ones i made recently; not like bakery level pretty but none of them collapsed or cracked! main issue is that some of them kind of have a tip or bump on the top from the piping!! otherwise theyre solid!!
gonna answer some stuff then i might go draw then hit the sack
CAINE:
i like to think that he took one of your ears in each of his hands and lifted them up, messing with them a bit before letting them flop down to your sides. has probably tried to blow you away with spectacles and grand gestures only for you to blink dully at him... oh... was he saying something..? you werent really paying attention... always reties your bow/bowtie when it comes undone, he cant have you not being ... not presentable..! very much endeared by your sweet demeanor and very loudly asks for hugs every now and then
POMNI:
has probably waved her hand in front of your face to see if you were awake and/or alive, genuinely thought that you were a real normal plushie the first time she saw you. got jumpscared when you slowly moved your head to look at her. oh dear! please reassure her that everything is fine!
since shes new you have taken to hovering around her during IHAs to make sure shes safe.. you have probably picked her up to your chest and made a run for it. like literally just pomni held flat to you and you just running with her. silly, i think
RAGATHA:
one of my favorite ragatha headcannons that lowkey becoming a given and my go to; she makes you accessories to go on your ears! bows and ribbons and the like! she thinks you look so so cute; vaguely reminds her of a bunny doll she used to have in her childhood, at least thats her guess judging by the warped and murky memories of her old life in the real world. has accidentally left you behind because you were spacing out and thinking about whatever it is that goes on in your head... thinks youre as sweet as can be, probably calls you "carrot cake" or something along the lines
"sweetie bell"
sits
JAX:
messes with your long droopy ears. not uncommon for him to just grab one and run his thumb over you false fur and fabric. he thinks youre too soft; literally and metaphorically. you make a great cuddle buddy and give great hugs, but youre just too nice for your own good. and on the off chance that youre actually paying attention when hes setting up a prank for someone, you put a stop to it. pulling pranks is mean, especially jax's style of pranks! you cant have that!
jax definitely pouts off to the side when you sabotage him.. youd think the two bunny folk would get along with one another!
well its not like you guys dont get along, youre too nice for that and sometimes i feel like jax's conscious would step in at least once and he would try to be nicer to you, at least for a day
KINGER:
sometimes he likes snuggling into you within the pillow fort, your body is just so soft and warm and comforting, youre literally just a giant teddy bear- er... bunny! stuffed bunny! honestly he probably hangs around you more than he would hang around a normal reader simply because youre just so sweet and soft, as well as inviting. you both tend to space out together.. do you think he accidentally put you in the walls of his pillow fort, before he realized you were a whole person ? like do i think kinger is that dense? no, but i do think that the thought it really really funny and silly and i can definitely see it as a gag
ZOOBLE:
tries to pretend that theyre not into how soft and comfy you are.... but they find themselves subtly leaning into you when youre nearby. i would say that they would be blunt with wanting to be held or wanting a hug like they are with everything else.. but i think when it comes to affection, zooble can be a little... eh... like theyre bad at saying what they want when they want it, at least verbally.. your softness makes up for the fact that they feel like those hard plastic kids toys
sometimes get a little annoyed by your... empty eyed look... because sometimes its really hard to tell when youre paying attention or not
GANGLE:
love love loves snuggling into you after a rough day, bonus if youre fixing up her comedy mask while she presses her other masked-face into your fluff and venting about her day. oh that jax is so so mean! please rub her back... her.. ribbons, actually. honestly hugs from you are s tier and the very best because as said several times before, youre really soft and comfortable. you guys tend to lock yourselves up in gangles room and hang out when a IHA isnt going on; and thats just fine with the both of you because you have one anothers company
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[fic] Pampertime
Pampertime
Love and Deepspace | Xavier (Shen Xinghui) x Main-Character!Reader | Explicit | 6.7k words | ao3 link
Butler Rule No. 1: From the moment you accept the role, be prepared to obey your ladyβs every command.
The bunny butler outfit makes a grand return. In bed.
Content tags: Established Relationship, PWP, Roleplay, Bunny Butler Xavier, Dom/sub elements, Sub!Xavier, Strip Tease, Hand Jobs, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Cowgirl Position, Riding, PIV sex, Creampie
A/N: My contribution to the bunny butler Xavier train. Only gave a cursory edit once, so any mistakes still my fault. I'm just glad I'm done, whatever. Divider by @/saradika
One bright and sunny afternoon, Xavier texts you: Emergency can U come up here to help me?
You're in the middle of cleaning your living room, after weeks of neglecting your household responsibilities due to the sudden influx of Wanderers in the neighboring city. The Hunters Association had been scrambling to send out their hunters due to the sudden invasion of Wanderers that resembled bafflingly like corgisβwhich was both a blessing and a curse, if one were to be asked. Blessing because, well, they were a breed that incited cute aggression and fluffiness, and civilian evacuation had resulted in minimal problems, if one ignores the influx of people into doglike Wanderers. A curse, becauseβwell, they did look like corgisβfluffy like a bread with a cute butt, the kind that you would expect to see in the plushie line sold at Twinkle Toys Store. They're irresistible to drag your hand across their soft coat. A not-inconsiderable number of hunters realized the error of their ways in overlooking the fact that these floof of creatures were still Wanderers, and as a consequence, Linkon hospitals suddenly found themselves busier for a week or two.
Regardless, the corgi Wanderers were easy to take care of, once you saw past their clever ruse. The difficulty lay in the numbers. Like a relentless tsunami flooding the city, they undulate in droves, shaking their butts and bouncing around and generally making an oxymoronically cute menace of themselves.
As one of the hunters dispatched to the area, you valiantly resisted the siren cute-call and eliminated as many as you could. It took you and your team more than a week, and it would have been shorter than that, had Xavier been in the fray. But he had been sent in another region the week before, and was unable to join you in your fluff-filled resistance.
But now it seems that he's back and is in need of your assistance. Flashback to that time when his oven exploded due to his attempt at baking tarts, and you drop everything you're doing and fly outside, towards the elevator, fueled by fear and sheer panic.
When you burst into his apartment, using the spare key he left you, you cry out, βXavier! Sitrep!β
A cursory survey of the area indicate neither fire nor flood, and his apartment seems undamaged. Fear subsiding, you finally take stock of the situation.
Perhaps it's not a kitchen emergency after all? Thereβs no smell of something burning, thank heavens for that. You do not want to apologize to his neighbors in his place again.
You call once more, βXavier?β
βIn here.β
His voice is coming from the bedroom, and that makes you waver. Why is he still in his bedroom? Maybe he's stuck in bed? Did he sleep for three days and wake up in an unusual position and in need of assistance to set back his limbs again? Weirder and weirder thoughts spiral in your head, and your lack of response prompts him to speak once more.
βYou can go in, if that's what stops you.β
βWhy can't you just go out?β
βI ... can't.β
The hesitation captures your attention. Xavier is probably entangled in the bed. You may as well help him.
βAll right, I'm coming in then.β
When you open the door, you're expecting some sort of layers and layers of blankets, a sea of them, not just on the bed but also on the floor and other furniture. Xavier might be underneath in any of those blankets, and it's your duty to locate him and fish him out. You're ready to swim against these blankets, fight your way into it. Do your utmost duty as a combat partner.
Except.
Except it's not a sea of blankets that welcome you once you enter the room. It'sβdifferent.
So different.
So utterly different that you drop your phone. It clatters muffled against the carpeted floor, where it slightly nudges a gift-wrapped box. And that gift-wrapped box sits next to another gift-wrapped box, and another. And another. Until you lift your widening gaze to see that Xavier's bedroom is littered with a lot of them. And Xavierβ
He's on the bed, all right. But he'sβ
He grins lightly, leaning back from his sprawled position. The pillows behind him sink under his weight.
βKjalfjdsj?β you say, eloquently.
βI'm glad you came ...β A pregnant pause, before he drops the bomb. βMy lady.β
Your brain short-circuits.
Xavier is sprawled on the bed, bunny ears on his head, waistcoat and tie, andβyou just know, you can feel it in your bonesβbunny tail on behind. It's exactly what he wore when you had your couple's photos back then. The fact that he's wearing it and, judging by the sudden change of interior design of his room, that he's replicated the decoration of the studioβactually, you don't know what you can glean from those points, because you're too busy picking up the remains of your brain matter to form a coherent thought.
He drops another bomb: βWhy are you just standing there, my lady?β he says, and going by the quirk of his lips he knows the effect he has on you. Compared with the first time it happened, the shy reluctance is no longer present. βThis bunny butler is ready to serve, just say the word.β
Your brain melts.
βWhaβI meanβum, guhββ You studiously reacquaint yourself with the concept of words. βI justβwhat is going on?β
Xavier blinks, and the bunny ears on top of his head twitch as if they are truly connected to his head. Your fingers twitch themselves in response, that urge to touch and feel them again.
βI just thought,β he begins, slowly at first as if testing the waters, βthat you need to relax and get pampered after that difficult mission you've just had.β
The words percolate in your mind and you scrabble for an appropriate reply to that. To be fair to the man, Xavier is sweet thinking of your well-being like that. Or maybe he's guilty that he wasn't there to help during that corgipocalypse of a week. Regardless of his intent, you have to ask:
βYou thought I need to relax and your solution is to dress up as a bunny butler?β
He has the gall to think about it at length. βYes, my lady.β
You don't miss the way he spreads his legs a little wider at that.
And reallyβyou're only human, with wants and needs and desires. It just so happens that the common denominator of those three aspects point to the ridiculous man before you, in that ridiculous bunny butler getup that you secretly love and hope to see again. Whichβyeah, it's definitely the perfect solution.
Stomping your hesitation and pride, you stride towards the bed, and Xavier, watching your every step, reclines further, giving you space for you to place your knee on the soft mattress, between his legs.
The bedfoam dips, and he shifts to avoid sinking down the indent your knee makes. Your other knee follows, and you move towards him until the heat of his inner thighs touch the outer sides of yours.
At the proximity between the two of you, Xavier tips forward, and in spite of your positions he doesn't need to tilt his head much upward to meet your deliberating gaze. An anticipatory sharpness falls on his expression and, oh, you realize, he must've wanted this too.
Which is all that you need to fall into this completely.
And it's a transformation: a reshifting of limbs and the straightening of spine, something like a lock unlatching.
βMr. Bunny Butler,β you begin, low and relishing and shy of being predatory, βbow your head.β
Xavier's nostrils flare at that. After a couple of seconds he complies, and seeing the sliver of his exposed nape opens something within you.
Against your shoulder the bunny ears snag, their length not allowing to fall along Xavier's pose. You bring one hand up to trace an invisible line across an ear, the fur short and soft. Xavier's quiet beneath you, but you can feel him stiffening at your every move. Braced a little behind his sides, his hands clench tightly.
βCan you feel it?β you ask, pinching the colored tip of the ear, pushing it back to observe its make. It's well-made, and you wonder if this one costs more than you'd expect.
Xavier shakes his head. You want to hear him, however, so you tap the back of his head in warning. He exhales loudly; breathes out, βNo ...β and then tacking on: βMaster.β
Your eyes narrow in pleasure, the flesh of your cheeks bunching from how wide your smile is. βThat's my good bunny,β you praise him, caressing the curve of his head. He shiversβwhether from the praise or the touch or both, you don't know.
To see him like thisβa formidable hunter with centuries of experience, the force of stars pulsing underneath his skin, ready to rupture at his commandβhead bent low before you, hands closed in restrained fists, the lines of his body intersecting into a show of surrender. Yielding. It heats the core of your belly and your blood, and you can't help but bite your lip as you savor the image.
Leaning back and sitting on your calves, you catch Xavier's downcast stare. His brows furrowed as if concentrating, and when he notices you trained on him, his eyes do something that reminds you of the existence of the concept of puppy dog eyes.
Every time he does that, you think, you want to gobble him up.
Closing in on his face, you raise your left hand and cradle his jaw, tipping it up, gazes never leaving each other. Then you draw nearer, and nearer, until your lips almost brush against his. The sharp sound of his inhale is deafening in this lack of distance. Your eyes never leave his, but his drop down, nearly crossing, as he's distracted by your lips. His breaths are hot on your skin, and finally you aim at the corner of his mouth, and open your own to say:
βDon't move.β
And then you descend, trailing butterfly kisses along the edge of his lips, his cheek, his temple. Xavier goes spine-rigid at the first contact, forgetting to breathe for a second, before slowly exhaling, as if trying to hold himself together. His brows knit again and his eyes flutter closed, the line of his lips sloping downward.
He's controlling himself. And that delights you so much that you shift to kiss his earlobe and tug it once, then whispering directly to his ear, βThat's my obedient bunny. Keep this up and I'll reward you.β
You stop to wait, and when nothing happens, you tug his jaw and take a bite at the shell of his earβhe gaspsβand continue:
βWhat do you say?β
Xavier's shoulders lurch. He breathes once, twice, before answering.
βThank you, my lady.β
βGood boy.β
The first reward: a kiss on the lips. A quick, initial press before you pry him open with tongue, and he welcomes you eagerly from the way he surges to meet you. The hand on his face holds him back, but his own hands fly to your hips and plant themselves there.
You slap them away, he resists. You break the kiss, and he makes a disappointed sound, chasing you, and then realizes what he's done.
βI'm sorryβmy lady,β he stumbles, putting his hands back in their previous position. He looks so properly chastised, you love it.
Outwardly, you sigh in disappointment, and he whips his head up, stricken. βAfter I said that you're obedient, you do this. What shall we do, Mr. Bunny Butler?β
βWhatββ He swallows. βWhat do you want me to do, my lady?β
In all the times you've tried to fluster him, Xavier doesn't really redden. At best his skin produces a soft sheen of pink across his cheeks that linger over his ears. Never tomato-red though.
But now, his face glows bright pink that gradiates to a noticeable crimson, ending at the tips of his ears. This is good development, you decide, something that you want more of. So you push further.
βAre you truly sorry, Mr. Bunny Butler?β
He nods meekly.
βThenββa finger pokes at the center of his forehead and pushes, his head docilely tilting back, exposing his slender, beautiful neckββdon't move this time.β
You slip two fingers under his tie and pull it loose. The unobstructed slide of the silken fabric echoes around the room, punctuated by the hitch of his breath. The bunny ears jerk. To his credit, he's still as a statue, and the giddiness that you've been feeling for a while now mounts to a dull yet insistent ache that pools between your legs.
Then you unbutton his collar, which reveals more of that pretty neck. An alarmed sound forms in his throat, and you call his name in warning. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows whatever he's about to say.
And that Adam's apple becomes your next target: your mouth molds around it, sucking, and Xavier gives a full-body shudder. A groan bursts out of him. He's trembling, his handsβleather-gloved and creaking at the strain of his fistsβhis thighs, his shoulders. You can see how he wants to turn his head, to retreat from your hot mouth, but thinks himself the better of it.
You place your left hand under his head and kiss him under the angle of his left jaw.
βAhββ
With your free hand, you trace down the outline of his neck to shoulder. His breath catches, he jolts away, his eyes shoot you a betrayed look.
βMy ladyββ
You plant another kiss in the dip of his collarbone. βWhat does Mr. Bunny Butler want?β you ask against his moist skin.
He releases a shuttered exhale. Behind you, his legs move in a way that comes across as avoidant, as if he's hiding something from you. You glance down and realize the reason for his discomfort.
Saliva pools in your mouth.
But you swallow the surging desire ignited by the image of his arousal. It isn't time yet; you want to draw this out as long as you can.
Head still tipped back, Xavier doesn't see your discovery of his want, his eyes half-mast and his focus directed on reining himself in. If you remove yourself from the scene and study him from head to toe, you'd find Xavier the perfect picture of temptation, restrained, controlled on the surface but a collapsing star underneath, gravity pulling you to him and there's no way to escape.
Not that you'd like to escape in the first place.
You repeat your question, this time against his Adam's apple: βWhat does Mr. Bunny Butler want?β
βMy laββ He chokes. Tries again. βWhatever my lady wants.β
Ah. Such a good bunny.
Your hands drift down to the next closed button. His tie is loosened enough that you can remove it in one hard tug. And isn't that a nice thought: one strong pull and he's dragged along by the force, his lips inevitably landing on your lips, a welcome collision.
But you don't follow that path; instead, your hands drop lower, to the last button of his waistcoat. The sides of your hands brush against the seam of his pants, dangerously close to his already obvious bulge, and it dawns on Xavier that you're already aware of his worldly response, if the widening of his eyes is an indication. He whips his head to shoot you a meaningful look, as if begging you to ignore his lapse of controlβas if that is an unwelcome development.
Sometimes, you think, Xavier wants to show you a side of him that only exudes assurance, a sharp blade and sturdy shield that envelop you in sidereal protection. Be it from outside forces and his ownβand even yours. Physical dangers, most especially, but curiously enough: information. Knowledge. The matters of the past. The matters of the heart. The both of you may have confessed that day, the words of your promises embedded in your heart like an oath under the stars, but there are times when a shadow passes through Xavier's expression, and he seems so far away. Light-years away.
But right now, that thought isn't at the forefront of your mind: it is the way the redness climbs up his neck, his face, his cheeks, painting him a beautiful hue that reminds you of a recently blossomed rose. He truly is gorgeous this way.
One of his hands encloses around yours, stopping your ministrations. Minute tremors hum under his callused palm.
βI'mββ A quick breath. βI'm supposed to serve you, my lady.β
Ah. Truly such a good bunny.
You capitulate, hands retreating from the button of his pants, but not before caressing his trembling hand and squeezing it once. An indulgent smile unfurls in the line of your lips, and you make a snap decision.
The second reward: freedom. Xavier has expressed his desire to serve, to please, and you'll give him the freedom to choose how to enact itβ
Under a specific instruction, of course.
βYes, of course,β you say, tapping his warm cheek fondly with your index finger. βServe me, then, Mr. Bunny Butler. Strip for me. Slowly.β
He catches that finger quickly with his mouth, bites it lightly, like it's a warningβor a promise. You let him nibble and lick your finger for a couple of seconds, the wetness sending electricity down your spine, and you can't stop the shiver that echoes throughout your body. Xavier narrows his eyes in satisfaction at your response, hints of a smirk around his lips, and that's insubordination if you saw one. So you snatch your finger away from him, and punish him by dragging your wet finger along the column of his neck.
He jumps at the sensation.
βStrip, Xavier,β you repeat firmly. βMake sure it's a good show.β
It just proves how dedicated he is at this roleplay: by this point he should have already ended this little act and would have taken over, but he's holding your critical gaze as his hands settle over the topmost button of his vest.
βI'll try, my lady.β His voice drops to a low, husky murmur, one that summons pinpricks down your nape and the back of your shoulders, crawling in a slow, deliberate tease.
He does try, indeed. He moves back, affording you space to see his torso without having to change your position. One hand to brace his weight, the other deftly maneuvering each button at a comfortable pace. For every button opened, he takes a deep breath, gives you a confident smile, albeit awkward at the edges. But the rhythm of it lulls you, and you find yourself playing with his bunny ears againβa right decision, because he makes a surprised sound, which morphs into a moan.
The returned proximity grants you the ghostly brushes of his knuckles against your clothed stomach when he opens another button. Because of this, the way your stomach contracts every time he brushes you becomes known to him, and Xavier huffs a laugh, and proceeds to be more purposeful with it.
You tug at his bunny ear, hard. βMr. Bunny Butler,β you warn.
His shrugs his vest off as his reply.
Now, only left with shirt and tie, Xavier stares down at them, thinking about what to do next. You help him by pushing yourself flush against him, making sure that your thigh grazes his cock. He judders, shoving his face on the crook of your neck and groaning. Idly, you continue playing with the furred ears.
βMy lady, my lady,β he mutters, and you feel him sighing, βdon't tease me.β
You hum. βThen put more effort in your show.β
He peeks up at you under those pretty yet underhanded lashes of his, and you spy hints of a smirk in that mouth.
But before you can question him about it, a hand grabs yours and guides it to his tie, wraps it around the silk fabric, and pulls. Slowly, carefully. From this angle more skin is revealed under your wandering gazeβthe tease of a nipple, flashing beneath that white shirtβand you gulp at the flutter in your belly.
Once the necktie is completely off him, he takes it from your hand and, indeed like a show, re-ties it around his neck, a ribboned gift. At this point you're ready to combustβand he's not even naked.
βDo you like it, my lady?β
βYes,β you rasp, suddenly off-kilter, βvery much.β
βThen ...β He resumes undressing, the buttons of his shirt easily extricated, his movements economical, and bit by bit his bare torso opens before your anticipatory eyes.
He stops at the tucked-in part of the shirt. Glances at you, bites his lip, and goes back to pull the front off so the shirt opens just below his shoulders, presenting you such a gorgeous view.
Xavier sinks into the propped-up pillowsβand you unconsciously followβand smiles. βAll yours, Master.β
He knowsβthat little shitβthe allure of incomplete nakedness. The gap, the gape, the patches of exposed skin surrounded by fabric. Xavier's using it to his utmost advantage.
By now you could have clawed his clothes away from his body, but somehow, this tastes more delicious, the promise of a tease, the prolonged heat-pulse that thrums in your core, and you're pretty sure, if Xavier's shallow breaths are an indication, that he's into this too.
Well. May as well take advantage of this luxurious present.
One hand descends on the side of his neck, and you see him tamp down the surprised jolt. This hand, light in its touch, ghostly, virtual, traces the edges of the necktie. You can hear Xavier's bated breath, waiting for your next step.
Then down, down, down to his collarbone, the dip of it, your index finger making laps twice, end to end.
Then further: his chest. And this time, it's not only your hand that wants to participate. You brace yourself on his shoulder and bend down to kiss the center of his chest. Xavier lets out a sound, and inhales sharply.
Next: his left nipple, with an additional teasing nip. His hips buck from the sensation.
You stay where you are, lifting your gaze to ascertain his expression. His head is turned away, hiding his face, a hand covering half of it. But it's useless for him to hide, because his ear is in your direct line of vision, and it's a glaring red.
This propels you to indulge more: the hand on his shoulder slides down to pay his other nipple attention. His legs shift, restless. The sounds of his gasps and moans occupy the room. You feast on him, laying your tongue flat on him and dragging it wetly until you hear him stutter your name.
βM-My ladyβIββ
You surge forward, and the force topples the stack of pillows behind him. In the midst of this, you reposition your legs so that you're finally straddling Xavier, your skirt bunching up just below your waist, andβteasinglyβgrind against his straining cock.
He jerks, grabbing at your hips, attempting at more friction, but you remind him who's in charge, and he eventually relents, taking deep breaths to calm himself.
βSorry about that, my lady. I'mβI'm good now.β
βThat's my good bunny.β Then you continue exploring his body with your tongue.
He tastes faintly of sweat but also the scent-taste of his body wash. He's showered just before calling you up. And for some reason, that does you: you rise to kiss him again, and your free hand sneaks itself under himβand grabs his bunny tail.
Xavier yelps, scarlet, shocked at the action, gaping at you and your smug face.
You squeeze the fluffy ball of a tail in response.
βM-My lady...!β he blurts.
βShame that I didn't get to play with this last time,β you muse, feeling up the soft thing. It twitches under your curious touch. Delighted, you shift around Xavier's torso to lift his hips and study and poke at the tail repeatedly, entranced at the bounce and fuzziness of it. βA wasted opportunity, don't you think so?β
When you check Xavier's reaction, you have to hold back your laugh. He's clearly uncomfortable, but the discomfort is brought upon by embarrassment, as evidenced by his squirming and the persistence of his blush.
Words have left him, so he just averts your leery gaze, bury his face into the nearest pillow, and groans.
Taking pity on him, you release his tailβbut not without giving it one last flick; he joltsβand slide your hands around the waistband of his pants. You're fumbling for the button and then the zipper when two gloved hands hinder your actions.
Xavier's face is rearranged into an indulgent yet mischievous smile. βMy lady can enjoy me as long as you like. There's no need to hurry.β
But that's the thing, isn't it? You have already enjoyed him so much and enough that at one point things are bound to snap. He as your focal point of your want, the desire that thrums alongside your veins, almost like blood.
βBut Mr. Bunny Butler,β you start, adopting a light, airy voice and tilting your head up at him, βthere are a lot of things to enjoy from you. I'm not sure if one evening would do.β
Before Xavier can even get a word edgewise, you tear his pants open and yank his boxers down, freeing his cock.
βMy laββ
His cock is a firm, solid weight on your hand, and Xavier bucks at the first contact, a halfway gasp ripping out of him. You watch his reactions as you stroke him slowlyβpainfully slowly, tantalizingly slowlyβas your other hand crawl up his waist, flat palm spanning his side.
You know, intellectually and objectively, that Xavier is pretty. Gunmetal-grey hair that shimmers under the starry night sky. His smooth, unlined skin that you're harboring unholy envy for, soft under your curious fingers, almost pristine, untouched all his life. The column of his neck, strong bones underneath the layer of skin and muscle, the prominence of his Adam's apple. The outline of his bodyβeven and proportioned, balanced like a finely crafted sword. And most of all: his eyes, the most expressive part of all of him. The color of an unperturbed sky, always clear and never lost. A steady glister in the darkness.
Right now, though, he's different altogether. Almost otherworldly in the way he's unraveling under your clever fingers. A shift of pressure and he's biting down the meat of his hand in a poor attempt to muffle his groans. A fleeting trail across the slit of his cock and his eyes flutter shut, his hips jumping off the mattress. He thrashes in chase of the pressure and pleasure you're providing him in crumbs, your need to see him lose that frustrating control of his. You keep stroking him and watching him blossom before you, petal by petal, limb by limb, nerve by nerve.
βMy ladyββ He's panting, running out of breath, his voice gaining that frenzied quality. It's music to your ears. βMasterβMaster, haaββ
He's coming, you can feel it. You can see it through his quickening breaths, the flush of his skin all over his body, the white-knuckled fist of his hands, the throb of his cock.
βMy lady, I'm coββ
You release him, and the slow transformation of his face is such a fascinating phenomenon. From the crunch of pleasure, then crumpling into confusion. He raises his head to see you leaning back, hands away from him, his hazy eyes taking in what's happeningβor its lack of. Then they widen, his mouth dropping open to release a sound of distress, round and full and cracking.
βWhy did you ...β
You tug at the ends of the ribbon-necktie. He clicks his mouth shut.
βYou said I can enjoy you as long as I like. There's no need to hurry.β
His gaze finally clears, and he gulps, nodding. Near your hips, Xavier's cock leaks.
βThen ...β You lay on top of him, chest to chest, thigh to thigh, your belly pressing against his pulsing cock (he freezes at this, and then continues to freeze), and place your arms on the sides of his head so your hands can reach the bunny ears. They still react delightfully under your roaming touch. βI'm going to enjoy these a little more. Don't move too much, okay?β
The room becomes pinched with quiet, and while you're intent on the furry ears atop Xavier's head, you can sense in your periphery his eyes on you. He's careful not to jostle you, the air he breathes catching on your skin, and you feel his arms snaking around your waist, settling on the small of your back.
βYou really like the costume that much, huh.β
You hum in acknowledgment, rubbing the area where accessory meets scalp. You scratch it with your light fingernails, and Xavier sighs at the feeling.
When you leave the ears, you turn your attention to Xavier's expression next. He's still observing you, his flush now pale but enduringly distinct across his cheeks, and that entices you to meet his lips in a slow, patient kiss.
βIt's nice, seeing you go through such effort to make me happy,β you answer him after you separate, punctuating the statement with a pleased, narrow-eyed smile.
A thought takes over Xavier, with the way his brows knit. Moments pass, you regard him, until he finally opens his mouth to articulate whatever has occupied him.
βMy lady,β he begins, hesitant at first, but each word gains confidence, βthere's something I want to do for you.β
βSpeak.β
βI want you toββand here his stare morphs into that puppy dog eyes againββsit on my face. Please.β
You're stunned. The room continues to be quiet, and you're stunned. Xavier doesn't add anything after that; just waiting for your response. He's probably not sensing how you've finally shut down. You, felled by nine words, the last one an imperative period that brooked no refusal.
When he calls you, his face and his voice are tinted with uncertainty.
βStars, Xavier.β You scramble up to reposition yourselves in accordance to his request. During this transitory moment, Xavier removes his gloves with his teeth. Now bare, both his hands come up to hold your thighs from behind, adjusting their spread and angle. You want to whine self-consciously, but glimpsing Xavier's eager expression as you move towards his head, you stamp that part in your mind. βOkay down there?β
He doesn't replyβinstead he just goes for it.
Your hands shoot for the headboard, a surprised cry shocked out of you. Is this Xavier's way of revenge for denying his orgasm earlier? The way he confronts you is not unlike a battle, with his single-minded focus on his goal and his preciseness. He parts your folds with his tongue, pays attention to your clit first: sucks it lightly before dialing it up. You convulse, your hips digging down, and he moans, the vibration thrumming your flesh.
βXavier,β you sob, βXavier. Xavier.β
He laps around your clit like a thirsty man, hands kneading your thighs. He must've been thinking about this for a while now, with how methodical he's going by it, strategized to push you into becoming a complete and utter wreck. He kisses your clit then mouths it, moves his tongue in lateral glides that have you thrashing on your position. You grind against him, and he welcomes it wholeheartedly, and behind you his hips thrust helplessly in air, his stubbornly hard cock drooling with pre-come.
One hand nudges you forward and you follow, until his tongue enters inside youβyou gasp and shiver at the slick intrusionβdrinks you with such loudness that you wouldn't be surprised if his neighbors overhear what the two of you have been doing.
He knows how to prolong the barrage of pleasure, that heat and swell around your core, your undulating hips, sustained until you buckle and collapse from the force of it, your orgasm torrential like a storm.
When Xavier emerges between your legs, his face shines from your slick and his saliva. A fond smile slips out of you, and a finger traces the length of his lips; then your entire hand, cupping the side of his face, a tender caress. A smile of his own appears and he nuzzles your hand, kisses the center of your palm, eyes closed and sated.
βGood boy,β you praise, and he sighs happily. βSo good for me. Have to reward you, don't I?β
The third reward: release. You move back to pull his pants and boxers off him completely, and Xavier just watches you with anticipation, breaths in quick bursts.
βYou know the drill: don't move.β You underline this order with a tease of his cock, a line-trail from the tip to the base and then a quick squeeze of his balls.
When you align yourself above him and begin to sink down, Xavier goes rigid-stiff, daring not to breathe, careful not to move. You pause from your progress, and send him a worried look.
βXavier?β
βIβI'mββ He bites his lip, exhales through his nose. βI'm okay, I just. I'm just trying not to react too much.β
βWhy?β
He casts you a helpless gaze. βBecause, my lady, I'm afraid that my control would slip, and I would have my selfish way with you.β
You falter at that. To be honest that's not such a bad idea at all, but Xavier knows that this is for you and your needs, and what you need right nowβand what you want, if one were to askβis him under you, at your mercy. Just as he is right now.
So you move lower, feeling the head of his cock open you up, slowly. And you can hear the hitching breaths unwittingly made by him, his eyes shut and his whole expression folded inward, as if he couldn't handle the pleasure descending over him.
A groan tumbles out of his lips, low at first, quick and fleeting, but as you inch lower and lower, the feel of his cock molding you inside, the wanton sounds he makes lengthens, gets louder, until he parts those glistening lips and vocalizes his satisfaction.
βMy ladyβyou feel soββ
βGood, I hope.β
He doesn't wait until you bottom out; he bucks his hips to sheathe himself inside you completely in one smooth motion. You cry out from his action, his cock pulsing against your walls, and the feeling of him pulls you in further bliss that your eyes flutter closed and your back arches as the pleasure spreads throughout your body.
βThe best, my lady.β
He gasps when you clench around him, your wetness dripping between your joined bodies.
You really think the best position Xavier has ever been is here right now: underneath you, helpless to your demands, seized by pleasure that you're giving him and taking from him. The way his face doesn't know what to do in the undulating waves of pressure as you begin to move above him, your hips lifting and then slamming back down; the film of sweat coating his skin all over, moistening the sheets beneath the two of you. The severe grip of his hands, bunching up the blankets in their deathly clutch. His rapid heartbeat under your palm as you support your weight by bracing yourself on his chest. His moans, his filthy, filthy moansβhis moans that you will remember until your dying day because they are so far out of his cultivated normalcyβopen-mouthed, slack-jawed moans that come from the core of his abdomen, surging upwards, frantic, crazed, melodiously and sublimely wanton.
βLook at you, Xavier,β you pant, and one of Xavier's legs kicks out. βLook at my bunny butler.β
βMasterβMasterββ
βWhat do you want, darling?β you ask, shakily tracing the side of his face. When your fingers near his mouth he turns his head to place a kiss at your fingertips, then drags his tongue out to lick at their length. Your index and middle fingers press flat at his tongue, and he groans around them. His puffs of breath beat in time with the movement of your hips.
One hand crawls towards your thigh, haltingly slides upwards, up to the junction of your hips, where it disappears under the spill of your skirt. Then it reaches behind to squeeze at the meat of your ass, and you gasp, stuttering your pace.
You take out your fingers so he can answer you, but Xavier grabs your wrist with his other hand and brings it back to his lips, trails kisses on each finger, murmurs nonsensical things against your saliva-coated skin until, louder, he tells youβ
βEverything you can give me, my lovely Master.β
And, oh, isn't that a wonderful thing to hear? That readiness of hisβbe it in battle or in bed, he rolls with everything you throw at him, as though there's nothing that can taint you in his eyes, no betrayal to feel forsaken by. As though all that he's done, all that he's doing, is in service to you.
And it's because of this that you use the same hand to cup at his jaw and jerk it in your direction, bowing down to kiss him, bite his lower lip, thrust your tongue inside, lick the roof of his mouth, suck his own tongueβdevour him fully and utterly.
He meets your intent with his own, just as intense, just as parched and hungry as you are for him. Every exhale is accompanied by a soft sigh, and you swallow his every soundβthat lovely and soothing voice that lingers in your mind and haunts the edges of your dreams. His reaction just drives you to speed up your pace.
He's trembling all over, and tries to shift the angle from which you're riding him. Doing so affords his cock to hit something inside you, lighting up your body, starburst behind your eyelids, and you jolt, a whimper tearing out of your throat that Xavier drinks greedily. His hand on your ass traverses to your clit and plays with it, intensifying the blast of sensations on your lower body.
Obstructed by your mouth, Xavier tries: βMy lady, I thinkβI'm close.β
βMe too, I'mβdon't hold backββ
He doesn't. And he doubles his efforts in relentlessly stroking your clit and pounding up inside you, and the pleasure crests and crests and crests until you pulse and clench and come, sobbing at the white-hot crash flooding your nerves, collapsing on top of Xavier, mouths still connected.
And he doesn't stop. This time both his hands bracket your hips; grinds you down as he pushes deeper and deeper inside you. You're oversensitive but you don't stop him, just clinging to him and whimpering, and he begins to assail your ear, his panting tangible and hot against your skin.
βMy lady, my lady,β he chants, voice shattering like glass. βMy ladyβMasterββ
His orgasm feels like an echo of your own release, his spend filling inside you. Xavier gives a few more thrusts before slowing down and stopping. A self-satisfied sigh ripples over his relaxed body, and his hands climb to your back, guide you to pillow your head on his chest, embracing you as you melt on top of him.
Minutes pass, and his breathing evens; you expected him to fall asleep after, but when you look up his eyes are emphatically open.
βAren't you sleeping?β
He glances down at you. Quirks a smile. βNo, not yet.β
βOh ...β
βWe're not finished, my lady.β
βHuh?β
βYou've had your fill, Master.β He smirks. Then flips you over, reversing your positions so he's now on top of you. He starts unbuttoning your shirt. βNow let me have mine.β
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this is so silly but iβm a diehard fnaf fan. also i started thinking about the parallels between the afton and emeritus family and got rlly emotional LMAO. please enjoy teehee
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-youβre sitting at your computer, losing your fucking mind. why is night 4 so hard???
βlet me try.β he says.
-you know he wonβt get far, bless his heart, but youβll let him give it a shot.
-little do you know, heβs an absolute BEAST
-he takes a seat at your desk and starts clicking.
so iβ¦ stop them?β
βyeah. just donβt let them get into the office.β
βthe powerβs going down.β
βyeah, when you use the cameras, turn on the lights, or use the doors, itβll go down. then itβs game over.β
he nods.
-heβs weirdly quiet, clicking away, until you suddenly hear the joyous chimes indicating heβs survived until 6 am.
βis that all?β he goes.
-your mouth is literally agape, youβre in shock.
-it doesnβt scare him at all
-he starts playing the game at his office whenever he needs a break. doesnβt flinch.
-lowkey sheds a tear at henryβs speech.
-he doesnβt like security breach, he prefers the repetitiveness of the old games
-he takes the lore very seriously, like itβs a piece of fine literature LOL
-the story of the afton family is heartbreaking to him and he relates to it a tad </3
-his favorite game is the OG and his favorite character is freddy. heβs a simple man.
secondo
-βthis is stupid. what am i supposed to- FUCK! SATANAS! STAI INDIETRO, CREATURA DISGOSTA!β
-he clears his throat.
βi was caught off guard.β
-he doesnβt want to watch the lore videos at first because he thinks itβs βchildishβ but soon is sucked in.
-watches the lore videos with you and is specifically fascinated with william aftons character.
-he likes kids so heβs immediately disgusted by the cruelty of his actions
-he makes it his lifeβs mission to unpack the psychology of william afton
-his favorite is fnaf 4, he likes the nightmare designs
-HATES BALLOON BOY. wants to punch him in the face.
-heβs not very good at the games and curses so loudly when he plays because heβs so determined to make it through the night π
terzo
-βfive nights at freddyβs? why are you spending the night with freddy and not me?βπ
-terzo hates mascots so heβs already scared shitless.
-when he plays the game he talks to himself like a maniac.
βno. stay, bunny. do not move. you too, bear. WHERE DID THE CHICKEN COME FROM? no, letβs NOT eat- eat by yourself, chicken!β
-loses his mind at the jumpscares, screams like a little girl.
-but heβs so interested in the complexity of the lore
-terzo goes down internet rabbit holes late at night LMAO so heβs more than willing to watch lore videos with you
-bro had to do a double take when he saw toy chicaπ
-βpurple man? he has good taste, no?β
immediately takes it back when he finds out what his deal is
-hums the theme song while heβs at work.
-his favorite game is fnaf 2 (and it has nothing to do with toy chica)
copia
-take a shot every time i say this on my account:
copia is a big fat dork.
(but we all are too, and we love him for it)
-he doesnβt understand itβs scary at first. aww, look at the bear! clicks freddyβs nose on the poster over and over. βboing! boing! boing! boing! boing!β
-but as soon as he checks the cameras heβs like OH. i see what this is.
-he gets so stressed playing the game LMAO
-when you introduce him to the lore heβs so fascinated and deeply invested. it rattles his brain but he canβt get enough.
-the next morning after you watch a video with him he has deep eye bags. you find out he stayed up all night watching lore videos.
-soon heβs a diehard fan. he keeps merch in his office beside his comics and other collectibles.
-his favorite game is pizzeria simulator because he loves the non-scary part π
-he loves foxy because heβs βmisunderstoodβπ₯Ί
-and mangle, thinks itβs sad how the kids took her apart and put her back together :,(
-has all the plushies LOL
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Stuffed Heart π§Έ
Leon S. Kennedy x reader
A/N: How's your year going so far?? I'm so sorry for just disappearing for two weeks π I was so goddamn tired, and I just didn't have the energy to write. I'll be working on your requests immediately, I promise!! To get back in and as a little apology, have this π©·
~ Fi π
γWarningsγ: fluffy omfg, this might be completely ooc for Leon, but it's cute, so it gets a pass.
γWord countγ: 1.2k
Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.
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"Promise you won't laugh at me?"
"Baby, why would I ever laugh at you?"
You chewed on your lip, your brows pulled together while your hands were behind your back. Today was the first night you'd spent in your new shared apartment together.
You were beyond excited, but you were embarrassed of your sleeping habits, having them be deemed childish by many other people. And the last thing you wanted Leon to see you as was childish.
Sure, you'd spent nights together; most of them at his place. And when you did spend them at yours, you always made sure to stuff your embarrassing secret into the farthest depths of your closet.
You loved Leon more than anything, and the fact that you were thinking he would look at you weird or even laugh at you made the guilt in your stomach bubble up. He was the kindest person you knew, and he was your boyfriend. He wouldn't think of you differently. Right?
"Because it's embarrassing..." you mumbled, your head hanging low.
Leon raised a brow at you. He was seated on the edge of your bed, already dressed in his sleep attire, as were you.
"Sweetheart, whatever you're hiding behind your sweet little self, I can assure you, is not embarrassing. We're in a relationship, being embarrassed around each other is off the table." He chuckled, making a faint smile tug at your lips.
"C'mere." Leon spread his thighs a little and beckoned you to slot between them with a motion of his hands.
Sighing softly, you shuffled over and stood between his legs, your bottom lip joting out in a small pout. His strong arms snaked around your hips.
"I love you, alright? There's nothing you can pull out from behind your back that would make me love you any less. I promise you." Leon said, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.
"And I don't want to rush you, but I'm dog tired and I just want you in my arms."
He did look tired. There were subtle bags under his eyes, and he had been yawning from to time. His eyes were half lidded, and he had that hazy, goofy grin on his face that you loved so much.
You felt bad for keeping him up, knowing how hard and gruesome his work was. You caved with a sigh.
"Okay..." you started to move your arms from behind your back, a still unsure expression on your face. Your hands settled in front of your stomach, a soft animal plushie in each hand.
Leon's heart swelled when he saw the faint blush on your cheeks and your little soft friends in your grasp. In your right was a light brown bear with a little striped heart on its chest, and in your left was a white bunny with floppy ears and a pink nose.
His smile grew as he inspected the plushies. You were absolutely adorable in his mind, and this had just solidified that fact in his heart as well. God, you were so precious.
You were embarrassed because you owned and presumably wanted to sleep with your beloved stuffies? He swore he felt his heart grow in size as you took over even more of it.
"This... This is what you were embarrassed about?" He asked gently, a sweet grin on his face.
"I mean... yeah. I know it's childish and maybe even weird but-" Leon interrupted you with his thumb over your lips as he cupped your cheek.
"S'not childish or weird. I think it's really cute, actually."
"You do?" You asked in slight disbelief, your shoulders dropping.
"I do. Now, are you gonna introduce me to your friends?" He smiled, rubbing circles into the back of your thighs. An inevitable smile broke out on your face as you held your pluhsies a little higher so they were at eye level with Leon.
"This," you lifted the fluffy bear just a little,"is Honey. And this is Rosie." You said softly, the soft ears of the bunny moving with your movement.
"Nice to meet you, ladies." he said politely, taking their small paws and shaking them. He had to take them between two fingers as his hand could engulf them whole.
"I hope you took good care of my girl, yeah?" You had to stop yourself from squealing and giggling. This was the most adorable interaction you'd ever witnessed and it was between your stuffed animals and your boyfriend.
"Can they stay?" You questioned timidly, still insecure about your plushies despite the obvious positive response from Leon.
"Bold of you to assume they're allowed to leave." He grinned with a mischievous glint in his eyes, swiftly pulling you on top of him, successfully trapping both Honey and Rosie between the two of you. You giggled when you fell onto his chest, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed.
"Oh wow, they're really snuggly." His words were muffled, his face nuzzling against the soft tops of their heads that were peaking out from underneath you.
Before you could respond and tell him that you take very good care of them because they mean a lot to you, he whispered another phrase, so quiet you could've missed it.
"They smell like you, I love them." It made your heart melt. It was a sleepy ramble, a dazed confession as his eyes started to fall shut.
"M'sorry for keeping you up, Baby." You whispered, brushing some of his stray blonde strands out of his face. Leon mumbled something that resembled a simple 'S'okay', tightening his arms around your middle. He did eventually maneuver your little cuddle pile further onto the bed until his head finally hit his soft pillow.
He'd refused to let go of you, making the moving of the cuddle pile a little inconvenient as he shimmied his body up the bed with drowsy grunts while you rocked from side to side, little giggles escaping you.
"I could've just gotten off, you know." You grinned sleepily, gazing up at Leon who was basically out cold at this point, though he made no effort to ever loosen his arms around you.
"S'much better like this. 'nd I'm a strong boy." He sighed, all the tension and stress that sat rooted deep within his muscles fading away.
You couldn't help but smile when he attempted a vague flexing motion only for his heavy arm to fall back onto your waist.
"The strongest boy. My strong boy." You nuzzled your face into his chest, your stuffed bear hugged close to your heart while Rosie was pressed up against Leon's cheek, squishing it in the cutest way possible.
He smiled when he heard you call him 'your strong boy'. He knew that he would never have nightmares when he was with you, your comfort and affection shielding him from all the evil his mind conjured up.
And now, with a snuggly bunny plush pressed against his face, the fluffy bear on his chest and you, his perfect girl, in his arms he was content as ever.
So, with a smile on both your faces and a fulfilled heart, you drifted off into the soft pink and purple swirls that were your dreamland.
With mumbled 'good night's and 'I love you's, you couldn't wait to wake up tomorrow and do it all over again.
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Hello, hello! Before requests close, could I request Deuce, Silver, Ace, and Malleus getting plushies from their s/o? For example, Deuce gets one of him in a chicken costume.
Type of Writing: Request
Characters: Deuce Spade, Silver Vanrouge, Ace Trappola, and Malleus Draconia
Name: {Character} when their S/O gifts them a plushie
Requester: Anonymous
A/N: This is adorable! I would cry if someone gave me a plushie of these men, especially one of baby Malleus. He's so damn cute I nearly cried when I first saw him!
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β οΈ It was around his birthday and you wanted to give Deuce, your boyfriend, something that he would love and keep around for years to come
β οΈ You remembered hearing a story from his mother that, when he was younger, Deuce loved to mess around with the small plushies that his mother and grandmother both collected growing up
β οΈ Deuce was rough around the edges, but, it sounded to cute for your heart to handle seeing a small little stuffed-Deuce sitting on his bed, just waiting
β οΈ So, in the name of your sanity, you had designed a small plushie of your boyfriend, one that looked exactly like him inside of a large chicken outfit, it reminded you of when he dressed up as a bunny for the festival a few months prior
β οΈ The small stuffed version of your boyfriend was adorable, and as you walked down to Heartslabyul, you asked one of the members where your boyfriend is, and they answered with practice for track
β οΈ You sat down on the bleachers and cheered as he ran and did his exercises, and when his practice finished, he changed and met with you just outside the changing rooms
" Happy birthday, my One of Spades! "
β οΈ He chuckled at the albeit odd pet-name and hugged you as you wrapped your arms around his midsection, his head resting against the top of yours as you chuckled at his reaction
" I have a surprise for you, it's in your dorm though, so come on! "
β οΈ Dragging him by the arm, you went through the halls and eventually found your way to the mirror chamber and to his dorm's building before snapping his room's door shut
β οΈ Pulling out the small box from underneath his bed, you smiled and held it out to him with both of your hands, a smile ever so present on both your faces, though his was covered in a rose-red blush underneath
β οΈ The sound of paper being torn apart echoed through both your ears as he threw it in his garbage can and took the lid off the cardboard cube, his eyes widening as they laid upon the small object, it was him in a chicken outfit
" W-what is this exactly? "
β οΈ You began to laugh as his face erupted in a flustered faze, why did you think of this as a gift? Oh god, if Ace sees this he's gonna-
" I hope you like this, dear. Happy birthday to my favorite boy in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland. I love you. "
" I-uh, heh, I love you as well, love. "
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βοΈ This guy sleeps so much that he ends up forgetting what day it is sometimes, and for the past couple years, Lilia has been having to remind his own son when he birthday is, because of this issue
βοΈ But, this year, he had his S/O to remind him more often, since his father was dealing with something back in Briar Valley, though he did send a present for his son to open
βοΈ He was resting when you gained an idea. You heard from Rook that one of Pomefiore's second years was an amazing sewer and could make a bunch of stuff, and thinking about that, you wanted to make a thing for Silver to rest with when you weren't around
βοΈ Your boyfriend had his head on your lap with a small amount of animals surrounding you both, so, since nobody else was around, you messaged Rook and asked for the second year's number to ask him things, and he happily gifted you it
βοΈ While messaging the male, you sent an image of your boyfriend resting with you in his arms, in which he just sent you so many heart-eyed emojis in response, as well as a price for the gift and wishes of luck to you both
βοΈ Silver awoke nearly 30 minutes later when Sebek came to drag him to their Equestrian Club as you kissed his forehead and gave Sebek a nod of approval as he dragged your boyfriend away, with him waving tiredly as you grew smaller and smaller
βοΈ Once you knew he couldn't see you anymore, you began to walk towards the mirror chamber to transport to Pomefiore to check up on the plushie being made by the resident there
βοΈ When you walked into the dorm, he was just coming outside with a small box in hand, and you exchanged words and handed him the money he wished for before giving him a small hug before going your separate ways
βοΈ Silver had just fallen asleep again by the entrance of the stables, Sebek trying to awake him as Riddle sighed and rubbed his temples, frustration evident on his face
βοΈ You eventually were able to wake him and bring him back to his dorm with Sebek wishing you both goodnight as he trudged back to his room, probably to say prayers to Malleus before sleeping
βοΈ Before Silver could fall back asleep, you poked his forehead and handed him the same box the Pomefiore student gave you and he smiled lightly before thanking you and opening the gift
" What is this? Is this- "
" It's us. I asked a Pomefiore student to make you it, you see? That's you holding me, and that's me right there holding my phone up to take our picture! Isn't it cute? "
βοΈ He smiled and hugged you before saying
" It's lovely, my flower. But, I'd rather rest with the real thing than a memory. Now, let us rest, I'm tired. "
" You're always tired. "
βοΈ He chuckled as he fell asleep, the plushie of you both finally finding a place in his room, right on his nightstand, where it could be a reminder of the person he loved more than anyone else
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Ace Trappola, where do I begin with how many plushies you could get made out of him?
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He does so many stupid things that you had caught on camera, and one of those moments was when he was holding a small hedgehog that they had in Heartslabyul
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The smile that graced his face was one that you loved seeing, so, you asked Epel if he could bring this idea to the second year he had been talking too
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He, of course, agreed and showed the second year a photo that you loved of your boyfriend and gave the student the money you owed before bringing the finished item to your dorm room and wishing you good luck
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When you pulled out your phone, you immediately pushed the call button and the contact photo you had set for your boyfriend
" Heyo, it's Ace, what's up, Y/N? "
" Well, I have something special for you because it's your birthday. Meet me at your dorm room, yeah? "
" Sure. See ya then! "
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Once meeting the mirror leading you to Ace's dorm, you rushed through and began to spring with all your might, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you ran, passing Deuce and Cater as they chuckled at your actions
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You found your boyfriend's room and began knocking on his door with your heart pumping and your brain spinning, why did you decide to run like that?
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Ace opened the door and pulled you inside, saying that Trey was looking for him, since it was his birthday, and he just wanted some peace and quiet with his S/O at the time
" So, what did you get me? "
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You smiled and pulled the box out from the bag you put it in so you wouldn't drop it while visiting, and you handed it to him with the brightest smile on your face
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He opened the box and his face froze when he saw a piece of paper on top of everything, a printed photograph of him on it, and his face dropped into a playful scowl
" Why this of all things? "
" Damn it, Epel! It's underneath that. "
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He watched as you pulled out a thin layer of tissue paper and hand him the small plushie of him with his signature grin in a 'chibi' form
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He grabbed the plush and he smiled before laughing
" I guess I have to get a matching you one, huh? After all, one is not the same without the other. "
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π You knew that Malleus had an issue with his birthday, especially after the fact that he normally had no one there, so he'd have to eat the rest of his cakes himself, and that has to be hard on his stomach and rest of his body
π He loved spending his birthday with those he cared about, and since he had you now, his S/O, he would be able to enjoy this day maybe a bit more
π Despite the tradition, he would tell you that you didn't have to worry about getting him any kind of gift, claiming you were the best thing he could ever want in the many years of his life
π When you couldn't think of anything to get Malleus, you went to his father-figure, Lilia, and asked for his opinion
" Well, you know that he loves gargoyles, and you, of course. Why not merge it? Make him a gargoyle themed after you! "
" Uh, I think that'll take me around five years worth of time, and his party is in eight hours, Lilia! "
" Oh! I nearly forgot. I have a photo of a small Malleus that you wanted, and I need to get started on the amazing side they wanted me to work on. Aparently Trey, Jamil, and the ghosts want to work on the main courses with me, isn't that exciting? "
π Malleus stood outside of Diasomnia, the wind blowing through his hair when you messaged a specific dorm member of Pomefiore's, asking where your gift for Malleus was, and they sent you a thumbs up emoji
π Telling Malleus you needed to grab something from your dorm room, he smiled and nodded as you walked away to grab the gift from the dorm member
π You paid him and began running back with a bag containing your present inside, a note on the front of it saying, 'Do not open until after the party!'
π Once the party was over and everyone else had gone to bed, you and your boyfriend sat outside on a large vine of the rose garden, you pulled out the bag and laid it in his lap
π He smiled and thanked you before de-summoning the tissue paper you had laid inside to hide the objects inside
π Once he pulled them out, Malleus' eyes widened and he laughed as he allowed the mini Malleus, Lilia, Silver, Sebek, you, and gargoyle plushies float in the air
π Malleus hugged you tightly, his now-revealed tail wrapping around your leg as his eyes began to tear up
" Thank you, darling. This is the best day of birth I have ever had. "
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Tokyo Revengers + Them sneaking in your window / part I
Part I / Part II
Cw: Hanma being sexual, nothing else.
Includes: Reader x Hanma, Reader x Mikey, Reader x Smiley, Reader x Rindou.
Description: Exactly what the title says, all character are over the age of 18, despite this being a mostly sfw piece.
Notes: I made MYSELF fall in love with Smiley.
Rindou
βQuit pulling.β Rindou gritted his teeth in response to the way you were pulling at the sleeves of his muted light blue hoodie. He could have swore you were actually trying to get him killed with how you kept tugging at him while he tried to hoist himself over the window sill. Your eagerness was adorable, it was something he has always admired about you, but if you didnβt stop, he was sure that he was a dead man. βOkay, Okay. Just hurry up!β You backed away from your boyfriend, rushing him in a hushed tone. Every once in awhile you would glance back towards your door, prepared to shove him back out the window the moment someone came knocking. Rindou swung his second leg over the window sill and slipped inside your room, being immediately greeted with your grabbing hands all over him. βY/n!β He hissed in response, trying to fix his glasses before his lips were sealed in a needy kiss, impatience getting the better of you. How could you resist your grumpy boyfriend when he made such cute faces?
Hanma
βMissed me?β, he was already teasing you and he wasnβt even in your room yet, tossing his legs over your window sill and finding his footing on your cozy rug. βSorry about being late, Kisaki needed to run a few things by me. It was hard to pay attention to anything he said, all I could think about was getting my hands all over you and taking-.β You rushed forward and covered his mouth in a panick, face starting to burn. βDonβt say things like that, idiot.β You muttered, meeting his eyes that twinkled with mischief and satisfaction. Hanma enjoyed nothing more than teasing you and watching the way you squirmed in response, he never got sick of the way you would scold and shush him. You slowly pulled your hand away from his mouth, glancing back at your bedroom door. βMy parents would disown me if they saw you here, so donβt cause any trouble Shuji.β Hanma smiled down at you, enjoying the risk of the situation and the way you were still avoiding his gaze. βI canβt promise you anything, baby.β
Mikey
Mikey barely said a word as he crawled into your window, eyes drooping as he dragged his feet across your carpet. βMikey-,β you werenβt even able to get a word out before he collapsed into your arms, both of you falling back onto the bed. This was the real Manjiro Sano, you knew that as well as Draken and Emma did. He acted tough in front of his gang, playing the role of the invincible Mikey, but you knew that he was secretly just a big old baby. βTired?β You cooed softly, running your fingers into his fluffy blonde locks. He answered you with a small nod, arms finding their way around your waist and pulling you tight to his chest, burying his own face in your neck. Nights like these, you didnβt actually get to talk or catch up with your delinquent boyfriend, but you didnβt mind. He needed the sleep and you were more than willing to keep him comfortable while he dozed off in your warm embrace. βMy big baby.β
Smiley
You shushed your boyfriend as he grinned at you through squinted eyes, holding your favorite stuffed bunny by its ears. βNahoya!β You snatched your precious plushy away from his grabby hands, holding it to your chest. βCan you chill for one moment? And stop beating up my stuffed animals when I walk out of the room.β Smiley continued to beam at you, watching the way you carefully began to rearrange your stuffed animals back into position. βThat one looked at me funny, I had to show him who runs shit.β You once again glared at him, unimpressed by his vulgarity. βNo he didnβt, these are my babies. Theyβre our babies.β You climbed onto your bed to finish putting them back in their spots, Smiley approaching and leaning over them. βOh, well I gotta toughen em up. Itβs a cruel world out there.β He began to reach for one and you were quick to block his arm. βNo you donβt! They are babies, and will always be babies.β You used your body to block them, scooting in front of him so he couldnβt grab at them. Smiley couldnβt help but get a kick out of teasing you, he thought it was cute how protective you were over your plushies. βThis one looks like a natural born fighter.β His arm attempted to go around you a final time, motioning towards your frog plush. βSmiley!β, You grabbed onto his arm, pulling him forward onto the bed and trying to wrestle him away from the stuffed animals you had just fixed. He began to laugh a bit as he easily overpowered you, pushing you down onto the blankets. The small wrestling match was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door and both you and your orange haired boyfriend exchanged a panicked look.
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π ΰ£ͺ Φ΄ΦΆΦΈβΎ. the one where gavi drops his girlfriend off to uni because she (unfortunately) missed her alarm.
π pablo gavi x fem! reader (written work + social media au)
# author's note : this is dedicated to my favourite gavi lover, @zowanew :p <3 it's not really proof-read & i have limited spanish knowledge (i used google translate for most of the spanish parts) so if you see any grammatical mistakes or some sentences seem off, please look the other way π©π»βπ¦―
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your alarm went off as you grumbled softly and begrudgingly turned to the other side of the bed. your hand slowly hovered over the digital clock on the bed stand, as you pressed the button on the top and lazily opened an eye to look at the time. however, when you saw that it was already 7:00 am, you immediately jolted up from your bed, your sleepy eyes widening as you stared at the clock. you rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times to check if you were actually staring at the real thing or just dreaming.
β it's 7 already ? how did i sleep through the 6 o'clock mark ? " you muttered to yourself in shock as you quickly scurried out of your bed and folded your blanket. you arranged your bedsheet before giving a soft pat to your miffy plushie who sat besides your pillow and looked after you when you were asleep. " good morning miffy. " you said, smiling down at the white bunny plushie as you slipped into your comfy slides.
you swiftly made your way to the bathroom, doing all the necessities like brushing your teeth, washing your face and doing your daily skincare routine. after you were done, you came back into your room and opened your closet, as you stared the clothes hanging inside. your eyes darted left and right as you made up an outfit combination in your mind straight away. you pulled out those clothes and started getting ready to head to the university. you had your classes at 8 am so you rapidly changed your clothes, not wanting to be late. just then, your phone, which was placed on your dressing table, buzzed and the screen lighted up. you leaned down only to see that it was a message from your boyfriend. your lips curved upwards into a small smile as you opened the message to reply back to him.
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pablito π
good morning baby ! did you sleep well ?
mi corazΓ³n
good morning lover boy <3 yes i did. although i might've slept a bit too well...
i kinda overslept...
pablito π
it's good that you got some well deserved sleep but don't you have uni today ?
mi corazΓ³n
yeah π i think i'm going to be late.. i have to turn into the flash to be able to attend my first class on time π
pablito π
hm.. i don't think that's necessary, y/n. i'll come and pick you up at your house. i also have a practice session for our match tonight and your university's on the way to the stadium anyways.
mi corazΓ³n
oh baby, it's all good, don't worry. you don't have to go through such lengths for me ! i'll just try to catch the bus.
pablito π
no, i won't take a refusal as an answer. i'll be at your door in 15 minutes. take all the time you need to get ready, okay ?
mi corazΓ³n
but gavi π
pablito π
you can't stop me i'm already omw, amor
mi corazΓ³n
.. okay, alright π thank you :( i love you <3
pablito π
love you too. see you soon :)
you closed your phone as a soft sigh escaped your lips. you were really so lucky to have gavi in your life. he adored you so much and was always willing to go through extreme lengths just for you. you shifted your focus to the mirror as you dolled yourself up with some light make-up and fixed your hair. you wore the necklace which gavi gave you on your birthday the previous year, and smiled as you looked at it through the mirror. it was your favourite belonging as it had yours & his initials on it. you shoved all the necessities required for the day into your bag and donned your favourite converse all stars.
you made your way downstairs, where your mother and your breakfast awaited. you acknowledged each other's presence, and you had your breakfast and talked a bit about what you were both planning to do this very day. a few minutes later, you heard a car horn in your driveway as a small smile decorated your lips. you informed your mum that gavi was dropping you off, which made your mum chuckle and tease you a little. after you said your goodbyes, you walked out the door to see your boyfriend waiting for you in his sedan car. as soon as he saw you, the expression on his face lighted up.
" hi, amor. you look so pretty today. " gavi greeted, pressing a light kiss on your forehead as you sat down on the passenger seat.
" thank you, baby waby. " you replied back, a small snicker escaping your lips as you noticed the change in his expression when he heard that nickname. you liked to use it whenever you were teasing him because it always made him pout and you found this action of his to be so endearing. " you don't look so bad yourself, guapo. " you commented, giving him a slight up & down look as you smiled. gavi always dressed up really well *cough* unlike his best friend pedri *cough*, and he looked good in any outfit, be it a suit or just a plain t-shirt.
the ride to your university was quite fun. you talked about how much you were dreading to take the afternoon classes and gavi talked about the silly antics his teammates liked to pull during practice sessions. you also had a good laugh when you reached the gates of your uni because of your boyfriend as he kept honking at the students blocking the road, angrily yelling " GET OUT OF THE WAY ! MY GIRLFRIEND'S GOING TO BE LATE !! " at them. this resulted in a few head turns and confused stares but you didn't even notice those looks because being with gavi made you so much more happy and not give a care about anything else in the world.
when you had finally reached your class building, you noticed your friends waiting for you at a distance as you waved at them, flashing them your pearly whites.
" thank you so much for dropping me off today, pablito. i would've gotten some sort of detention if it weren't for you. i owe you one. " you expressed your thanks as you took off your seatbelt.
" you don't have to owe me anything, y/n. all i ask for is a kiss. " he replied back, eyebrows raised and a small smirk plastered on his face as he awaited for your response.
" what ? a kiss ? but my friends are looking at us ! " you exclaimed, the colour of your cheeks turning into a light shade of pink.
your boyfriend, obviously, did not listen to your protests though as he rolled his eyes before immediately leaning in closer to you, planting his lips on top of yours. you could feel his lips forming a smirk as he held the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away.
" who cares about your friends ? anyways, don't be late for tonight's match, okay, mi amor ? since we're going against the merengues in a home match, i need my good luck charm to be present for such a crucial match. " gavi reminded as he cupped your cheeks. " i'll score a goal for you. "
you were still a bit startled by that sudden kiss but you shook it off and nodded at his words. " don't you always ? " you asked, grinning like a cheshire cat. " hm.. i wouldn't miss it for the world. i can't wait to see the looks on the faces of the madridistas when their team loses to us. " you remarked, giggling as you got out of the car. " te quiero, cariΓ±o. please be careful when training, okay ? " you requested, waving at him as you closed the door. " hm, don't worry. que tengas un gran dΓa, mi amor. te quiero. see you later. " gavi responded, sending a wink your way before driving off.
you then caught up with your friends, with them squealing in excitement and nudging you teasingly after witnessing your little kissing scene with your boyfriend and you feeling embarrassed but content.
you couldn't take your classes properly though because all you were thinking about was the kiss.
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yourinstagram my baby <3 and there's gavi too ig π§π»ββοΈ
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pablogavi " there's gavi too ig " ???? i dropped you off at uni + dedicated not one but two goals for you and this is how you repay me ? π
-> pablogavi do you love miffy more than me or what ? π
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-> yourinstagram jk jk i love you more than miffy
-> pablogavi ha, take that miffy !
-> yourinstagram what did this bunny even do to you π
-> pablogavi took away all your attention from me π
-> yourinstagram eres tan lindo.. π₯Ή don't worry, you'll always have my attention, pablito
-> pablogavi yeah i better π
pedri gavi estaba flipando al verte con su camiseta π€
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yourbestfriend the matching miffy and badtz-maru rings.. the highway looks like a good place to sleep tonight
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classmate1 girl you're seriously so lucky to have the best pro footballer as ur bf π
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classmate3 y/n please get us footballer bfs too
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pablogavi con un fan muy especial βΊοΈ otra victoria en casa ! gracias a todos por vuestro apoyo. forΓ§a barΓ§a β€οΈπ
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yourinstagram lo hiciste increΓble hoy !
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-> pablogavi te quiero, mi vida π gracias por apoyarme siempre
fcbarcelona dos goles sorprendentes π
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user10 you played incredibly well today, pablo !
user21 congratulations on the win, best boy !
user38 forever a culer π€π€
user45 so happy to have gotten 2 beautiful goals from you ! so proud of you β€οΈβπ©Ή
user03 AHHHH GAVIYN CONTENT !!! π₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ή
user57 barΓ§a's golden boy π£οΈπ£οΈπ£οΈ
user99 did you guys see how happy y/n was when he scored.. she was literally jumping and screaming π₯Ή she's so cute they're so cute :(
user82 my parents <33
user73 the way he dedicated both goals to y/n.. i'm going to take a bath with the toaster tonight
user64 the best barΓ§a couple π«Ά
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