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jhuzen · 1 year

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a what? [m.reader]

this… idk what this is. it’s very indulgent so excuse the very chill grammar. my head is hammered by all the hot men in hsr. so here. yes, they won me over (jfc how could they not my god, i’ve been waiting on them for months) ☠️ so here’s a self-indulgent cat-boy alignment from some tall men in hsr. i’ve been playing since the release and i’m already just a few exps away from level 40 send help.

𖦹 nsfw/suggestive contents, hcs ig, i use the speculative name for the trailblazer hehe, top reader :’D, this is basically a shitpost but also not LMAO.

GEPARD LANDAU — official dogboy, a lapdog too if you will

is this even a question at this point?

he’s your little pup (maybe not so little), and he radiates that golden retriever vibes. he’s a little more serious than that, sure, but rest assured, he’s always on you when you need him and he’s not particularly swamped with his guard duties as the captain.

he never fails to light up every time you pass by him when he’s out on patrol. he appreciates your little visits of course, sometimes even stopping by to bring him some food when you can. but there’s always something so magical whenever he sees you around the city, just minding your own business, not really aware that he can see you from his post.

and there’s just a spike of serotonin in gepard’s brain every time he ‘bumps’ into you in one of your personal excursions, romancing you with such subtlety (it’s really not much subtle, everyone and their mother in belobog knows you and him are together).

he thinks he’s so slick, trying to smooth talk you, when really, the tips of his ears are bright red, while you, completely unfazed only tried to hold in a laughter. what a trooper your boyfriend truly is!

serval thinks she should be getting second hand embarrassment from her brother’s actions towards you, but you both just looked so sweet that she just had to enjoy the view of you humoring her stiff as hell brother. he’s way too serious on the field (rightfully so), but it was all the more endearing to see a bit of that innocent glee that gepard somehow manages to manifest with you around.

he’s your good dogboy bro, always ready to serve you. though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate getting spoiled. your massages, especially your back rubs, are the highlight of his day after a grueling training — after his nice hot shower, with you guiding him all the way to your shared bedroom to give him a nice massage, it’s absolute bliss for him.

the cute sighs and the way his face becomes scrunched up as you worked the knots away from his muscles was adorable.

and if… the mood provides it, often times it leads to something a little bit more intimate than your wholesome little act of service.

gepard is a babygirl through and through man. he takes everything that you give him like a champ — extremely cooperative and will do anything as you say. maybe it’s because he likes being ordered around for once, maybe it’s because he finds it incredibly attractive to see you take charge… it could go either way and it drives him nuts.

he’s very loud, so you will be entertained at the plethora of ways gepard has to come up with just so he can’t be heard by the other neighbors while you completely wreck him.

handle with care after, please, he has to go to work the next day! we can’t have the famed captain of the silvermane guards limping around >:((

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SAMPO KOSKI — absolute mid with the way he’s a dog for seeking attention and a cat for being such a little bitch

congrats! you have a weird man for a boyfriend. the man that roams the streets of belobog be it in the underworld or overworld.

you vaguely recall the first time you and him met was when he was trying to persuade an overworld citizen in buying something, and you, as shameless as you are, moved towards him and squeezed the skin of his exposed waist, making the poor man yelp.

you gave him one questionable look before slut-shaming him with that getup, but not before buying your much needed supplies and leaving a sack of belobog currency.

admittedly, your relationship with sampo began as a transactional one. you buy stuff from him and he rewards you with a relatively risqué entertainment that your old folks would certainly faint from if they knew in the first place. but, as it turns out, even such a peculiar relationship can grow an oasis of genuine fondness for each other.

your dates before were just you and him meeting up in his place, hanging out, and then both of you just go on your separate ways. nowadays, it’s him that comes inside your house, incredibly woeful and in need of your attention and you oblige him regardless of how whiny he is.

oh, right, yes. sampo is whiny, have you seen him around his comrades? the man has the ‘woe is me’ attitude every now and then, and more often than not, you instigate that form of reaction whenever you tease him with a grin on your face.

there’s reasonable (or so i hope) amount of you calling out his outfit and why he feels the need to expose his waist only. sampo said it’s to attract customers like you, and you gotta hand the win on him on that one. though, it was becoming far more evident that you no longer see him as just an entertainment value and you as his source of income.

so. bloody. needy. it’s like he can’t live without your attention — thank the stars that the ban between the overworld and the underworld was lifted eventually so he can visit you more on the surface. one minute he skirts out of your home after some good fucking and then the next, he crawls back to you pathetically like a kicked puppy.

though, that is only to say that you got sampo absolutely hooked with your touches that he feels still lingering on his skin — you had an affinity for just harassing his poor waist while you call him names. he loves it anyway.

his clinginess comes with merit though, he appreciates the skin contact and you appreciate that chest of his to lay on. absolute king. if you tell him that his tits are the only selling point of why you finally fell for him, he will sulk and just sigh all day, looking at you with such disappointment.

“so i’m just a slab of meat to you, huh?” — sampo koski, xxxx

“pretty sure what’s in here are fats.” — you, nuzzling your face in his chest, xxxx

honestly, dating sampo feels like a one night stand, considering that he’s willing to limp away from your home in the crack of dawn, but it also feels just as endearing when he seeks you out or if you do the seeking, you could see how genuinely delighted sampo is to have you near him.

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JING YUAN — certified cat boy that’s just too good at fucking [with] you

mercilessly sly and an absolute mastermind, jing yuan has his fair share of mischief in the first place and you aren’t one he can spare despite having the honor of being the famed general’s partner.

you’re not so much of a fighter, you’re just a humble assistant to fu xuan (she disapproves of your poor taste in men though), but you learned to sleep with one eye open at the cost of you getting completely mauled to death by a general in need of his lover’s touch. he jumps at you with little to no warning, and you’re not certain if you should be proud of his stealth skills or just straight up be terrified lest you wake up to a succubus sucking you dry.

all that aside though, jing yuan is a passionate partner behind closed doors. he might look passive, but he’s sure to constantly be listening to your mumbling, even down to you just listing down what you need to buy for your home. he loves every part of you undoubtedly.

though, he likes to randomly charge you these fees wherein the currency is your warm hug. he could be a lot taller than you and still drape himself to your side while you hold him with one arm all the while cooking with the other.

a big, biiiiig cat, that’s for sure. and he accepts it, but on the account that you use it to tease lil ol’ him, get ready to be milked dry or at the very least, deprived of any form of affection from your cat.

he’s got a bit of an attitude too. he dreads the fact that you have a far more gentle disposition to his subordinates compared to him. you’re always so hard on him on work days, it makes him feel so lonely.

alas he has a remedy for that, particularly something you didn’t like at all.

mischief and a bored jing yuan on slow days are days you reminded yourself not to enter his office on, just to be safe and not get lured into his silly tricks. it always somehow fails, considering that he still is the general, and even though you are acting as fu xuan’s guide/assistant more than the general’s right hand man, you can’t refuse his calls because it’s still one of your responsibilities.

your cunning partner made sure to take advantage of that and cue… you writhing and breathless on his seat while he helped himself to your… offering from under the table. he promises he will be quick, but jing yuan is insatiable. for every time this happens, once or twice, a cloud knight would walk in to look for their general, and you had to talk to them without even giving away the embarrassing position you’re in.

hands down, a pillow princess if he’s not riding you to death. he’s the dozing general, but when the mood calls for it, he can take charge and just… leave you dry. so good luck with that.

cherishes the aftercare, he loves the slow intimate moments between you and him after. and if you’re a god at it, you can’t ever make him leave the bed, ever.

you once said, “oooh big stretch” when your beloved general did so one morning. that was the first and quite possibly the last time that you had him completely speechless for a good second. and that was saying a lot, considering that he always has the last word in your conversations. it became a core memory lmao.

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BLADE — another ultra catboy… except it’s the kind of cat that demands a lot from you after scratching your face

how in the many worlds did you ever pull this tormented man and his big sword? it’s concerning, really. kafka finds it amusing though that you even managed to make a space for yourself in blade’s little emo heart.

just laying it out there, you and blade babysit silver wolf and there’s no getting out of it apparently. kafka already placed you as the voice of reason when the one time she sent out only blade to look after silver wolf while you were off stalking the astral express gang, he dressed like a hobo, so much that he became extremely suspicious in sight more than he ever could dressed as just himself.

that aside, blade is probably one of the most demanding lovers you have dated (threateningly jealous at times too). no one can top him (but you ehe), he’s like a grumpy cat, literally swiping at you on the first few months before suddenly caving and asking you for almost everything.

really he just misses you, but he’s not into admitting such a fact. for the years that he’s gone through, whatever it may have been, you who did not care about who he was before was something that drew him in even more, you went at your own pace and it was no different when you became his. there was a sense of comfort that you brought to him.

so anyway, demanding partner that wants nothing but you. he’s extremely protective, which you found endearing, until you realized he will point a sword even to a little kid who so much as insults your face. not really good when you’re gathering intel when elio asks you both to do so.

dates with blade either includes the stellaron hunters because they are very fond of your relationship and are very nosy… or just you and him cooped up in your room, sleeping together, or ‘sleeping together’. not all too grand, but on missions that elio sends you both out on, you take the time to indulge your beloved and eat on different places, trying out delicacies of every particular world you visited in. blade doesn’t say much, but with the way his hand grips onto yours tightly already says a lot.

just throwing it out there, he is… quiet in bed. a grunter or a gasper, but if you really, really hit the right spot, he gives the deepest whine that leaves him shaking.

you either handle him with care or if he asks for it, go rough on him. like what was said, blade knows what he wants and will demand it from you all the same, no exceptions. and if you fail to live up to his expectations, he will move himself all the while glaring at you with so much disappointment.

he has… insane stamina, and if you can’t keep up, you better start working on that. the last thing that you want is to disappoint your vengeful boyfriend that has a lot of issues on his back. and while it’s not too bad of a sight to see your beloved imitate a sulking cat, it’s not so good when he ignores you. it’s not just about sex, if you so much as get that disappointing stare, best make it up to him and treat him like he’s your everything (as you should).

you once saw kafka and silver wolf planning out wedding destinations for you and blade at some point. you are unsure how to feel about your comrade’s deep involvement in your relationship — even more so when elio suggested the big wedding after you lot have accomplished your mission to the universe.

anyway, to say the least, your catboy is overly possessive and knows what he wants and can and will demand it from you. but even with such an overbearing personality and a terrifying look on his pretty face, you were already well versed in the blade language.

he thanks you on nights when you’re just out cold, probably tired from a mission, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. this man may have already considered elio’s proposal of the wedding date (jk).

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DAN HENG — third cat in a row. are all xianzhou men cats? but he’s the cat that’s quietly watching you, always listening

what do you mean he’s a [redacted for spoilers]? absolutely not. this man is a cat through and through.

the cat that silently watches you from afar while you do your own work. perhaps it’s because you always offer a sense of tranquility that dan heng found himself deeply enamored with you. you were just… so peaceful. it helped a lot, your presence soothed his deeply rooted anxieties born from his past. it’s as simple as you just shrugging and telling him, “why bother with anything else when i am alright where i am right now,” and dan heng fell hard.

you are as expressive as you can get, and can even get on the trailblazer and march’s antics. but the fact that you were mature enough to let yourself be resigned to the fate of time, that you were able to accept things as they are far better than anyone could, it was something your dearly beloved dan heng admired. in a sense, he also wanted to emulate whatever you’ve got going on.

bettering himself even more just because he loves you? goals. you changed this man and that was a sworn promise that he will never ever leave you from then on. always prowling around you, babysitting march 7th with you, reluctantly holding the trash the trailblazer rummages through with you, teaching old man welt how to use his beacon with you, etc.

that’s it, you can never pry dan heng out of your life anymore (unless you ask him to, in which case, please don’t, the man already has a lot to carry, how do you expect him to bear the weight of a broken heart from someone he thought he found happiness in?).

this catboy definitely lacks the expressiveness that you have, but just like any other stoic cat owner out there, you’ve basically read him well at that point. it’s almost as if you have the urge to make a guidebook about your boyfriend, and the aeons know that everyone in the astral express will eat it up.

he’s a little hard to coax at first to be more open in the beginning parts, but give him some time and he will be quicker to pry open than any other food that has an equally hard shell.

same thing in your more… intimate moments. give him some time to get used to things, especially if you’ve got far more experience at this sort of activity. go gentle, he loves the cradling embrace every time you ease yourself into him. he gets shy randomly out of nowhere in the middle of your little session, so do be patient.

though rest assured, he will grow bolder, eventually asking you to do all sorts of things that even you weren’t aware he knows about. he’s very eager to learn from you all the more, not just about the things that he prefers but what you also want! he’s extremely observant with your reactions, where you like to be touched.

let him take control every once in awhile, let him know that even in something as intimate as this, he can have a say. let him ride you until whenever, let him go at his own pace and he absolutely will lose his mind over that. the feeling of your arms around him, securing him in a tight hug while he drapes himself over you? dan heng will go nuts.

he’s also… very vocal. but he tries his best to keep it to a minimum lest you both let everyone in the express know what’s happening. usually though, you two only get frisky when everyone’s off the train and the only left are you, him, and dear ol’ pom-pom.

aftercares are everything to him, there’s something so touching at the fact that you are more than willing to still get up after being so spent just to make sure he’s comfortable after. you’re making this man cry, damnit! too good, too good.

never underestimate the tight grip he has on you — he’s usually the big spoon and he never hesitates to cling onto you. you’re like the safety that he finally found after running away from the things that trouble him. and every day with you is a day he always looked forward in waking up to.

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CAELUS — what the fuck is this? it’s not a dog or a cat. it’s a fucking trash panda.

ah yes, a raccoon with rabies (see: stellaron)

honestly, there’s no telling what is wrong with your boyfriend. it is… terrifying tbh. but you promised to be a supportive partner no matter how unnerving it is to see your beloved rummage through myriads of trash cans around belobog. more than once or twice, he has come up to you with a trash bag and even brought you a golden one.

you once asked what their use would be, and caelus just gave you a carefree smile while saying “we eat them to have better and stronger attacks against the enemy!” you quickly called dan heng and march to restrain him.

he texts you at the most ungodly hours. you don’t normally sleep at the same time as the other trailblazers since you took up the mantel in keeping watch of the express with pom-pom while the lot of you traversed through the heavenly galaxies of the universe. and because of that, your boyfriend just texts you until he falls asleep.

and when you are asleep in the day, before he heads out, he makes sure to tuck you in real good with a kiss for extra measure. seriously, he’s way too sweet for his own good. once or twice, you’ve caught him while you’re barely awake and he still manages to leave you flustered.

missions in different worlds means having to taste the myriad of delicacies a certain nation in a world has to offer. you both once ended up in a remote broken up island when the express made a quick stop in this one particular world that has… what do they call those again? archons? and you and caelus went ham on the dango milk (there was a distinct lack of trash cans around and everyone was safe from his addiction).

he loves you all too much, to the point where he’s attached to your hip, going wherever you go. getting all sulky when someone had your eye for a little bit longer. in that same nation in a world you stopped over, your eyes just happened to gaze a second longer at this young man with long braided blonde hair. though you were more interested in the tiny floating thing beside him, your raccoon was not able to inhale some copium and went all pouty at you.

either he ignores you, or he sends you a batch of sad pom-pom stickers in your beacon.

just wrap him in a blanket and fuck him silly, it can make him forget about the tiny things he was mad at you for. and just like dan heng, he can be very loud. so you kinda have to keep shushed up, a kiss usually does the trick however, so it shouldn’t be too hard to manage your little rowdy trailblazer.

he’s willing to take charge every now and then, he also still wants to make you feel good, after all! but he’s more of a pillow princess too, fuck him sideways and that gets him going, it makes him cry actual tears and alas, it was a blessing in your eyes to see him plead for you all the while trying to muffle his own sobs.

and after doing his head in, it is a must to spoon him after you clean him up. and maybe formulate a half-assed response when march comes knocking on your door, asking if you both fought or… let her come to an impending realization and just… make her not look at the both of you for a good week straight.

either way though, caelus is your pretty boy, always armed with witty teasing remarks and shitposts and a lot more stickers of pom-pom ready to flood your private messages with him.

10/10 -5 for the trash can obsession. ehe.

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betterfettered · 10 months

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Ok but imagine if the Mc they got was religious.

Like daily prayers, church going. Pretty much full fledged christian ending up in devildom with literal demons.

•Religious!mc who devoted their life to christ getting railed by the demon bros (especially lucifer).

•Religious!mc who was saving themself for marriage can no longer do so after her nights with the boys.

•Religious!mc who wore a cross necklace clutching it around her neck as they get railed from behind.

•Religious mc! who prays for forgiveness after begging for more the night before.

(I’m sorry but corruption kink is top teir + first time doing something like this so idk if it’s like worded correctly)

Anonnamin this ask gels so well with another one that I got about a super sweet MC from my moon anon!

Alright, but imagine this. A cute little reader who is just SUCH a softie Like, they are the type to help old ladies cross the street, volunteer at soup kitchens, work at a bakery, always give the brothers random little gifts that remind them of them, and just wholesome stuff like that. But the poor bby always blames themselves for any problems, like they are such a little ball of sunshine who is always blaming themselves, it's quite sad actually. Like they are always trying to brighten everyone's day and smiling, but if someone even slightly raises their tone at reader, reader will start tearing up and apologizing. They are just such a sweet little thing, and like the entire school absolutely loves them and a lot of people see reader like a little sibling figure. Because of this the brothers absolutely love this innocent cute little reader who only wants to make everyone feel happy and loved, but then their are all the other students at school stealing away reader's attention and protecting reader when they see how obsessive and possessive the brothers are. (Reader has no clue though lol, absentee parental figures gang, don't know what healthy love is ✌) (If the brothers get born mad at reader, reader will cry and isolate themselves because "they aren't enough for them" and "they probably don't wanna deal with me right now", and just close themselves off) Moon anon 🌙

I'm gonna combine the two of them together into an ask about a super saintly MC. 🧚🏿 If you feel like there was something I missed feel free to send in another ask~

It's killing me to imagine a terrified religious!MC waking up and meeting real life villains from the bible LOOOOOL literally wakes up, is introduced to The Actual Lucifer, passes back out again hahahahahha

I mention a trans girl with a dick in this, I don't know if that needs a warning. If you read this and appreciate the warning, please let me know somehow. Otherwise I'm not going to mention this kind of thing again.

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere, please let me know if reader is gendered)(noncon)(violence against reader)(gaslighting)(exhibitionism)(drugging)(plus size reader 💖🫡)(blasphemy, but you knew that LOLOL)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(Please let me know if I am missing a TW)[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Yandere!Lucifer would soon feel pretty protective over an MC like this, especially because he thinks you're so foolish easily taken advantage of. He would also appreciate how obedient you are, it's so much easier than needing to tell his brothers to do or not do things over and over again. In a sense, he would protect you from things that he would do to you himself: he's not going to let concerned students at RAD take up all of your time because he himself is going to take up all of your time. He's not going to let other people order you around but he certainly is going to order you around. Most importantly, he won't let other people force you to live your life one way or another because you will be living life to his exact specifications.

I think on the other hand that he'd be kind of personally offended by your brand of religiousness. It intrinsically paints him as a bad guy and makes his reasoning out to be unjustified which, even if it weren't a sore spot, contradicts what he likes to believe about himself. I think his real cruelty streak would start to show around how he dismisses your beliefs. The first time you earn yourself a bad punishment from him, he'll be determined to hurt and violate you in ways that you would not have been able to imagine before, shoving toys into you that are way, way too big for only your first time, putting chained clamps on your nipples and tugging them until you are hoarse from screaming, forcing orgasm upon orgasm onto you until you it only hurts, paddling you until you're shaking. He'll ask why your God isn't helping you, but no answer you give him will be the right one (earning a larger toy or maybe another paddle): the real answer is because you like what he's doing to you, it's what you've always wanted, and your God knows that.

Yandere!Mammon would be sooo bad with this kind of MC LOL He's such a scammer that he would completely take you for all you're worth. You'd both end up broke and in trouble because of him LOLLL He has a hard time admitting when he's done something shitty, so he might allow you to blame yourself for things quite a bit, maybe even use your low self esteem to guilt you for spending time with other people at school vying for your attention (I'll circle back to this).

I don't think he'd have it on him to outright force himself on you because you're so innocent and sweet. Instead, he'll probably slip a double dose of an aphrodisiac into a snack he serves you and wait for you to come onto him. Imagine always wearing a religious robe and, after being drugged, hurriedly yanking it up in a daze so you can dumbly grind on Mammon's thigh and grab his wrists so you can rub his hands all over your body because you have no idea what to actually do about being horny LOL After he fucks you until you're satisfied, he'll let you think that the entire thing was your idea all along. If you get way too torn up about your sinful thoughts and behavior he might grudgingly admit that maybe you ate something strange. Circling back to the above, he is happy to take advantage of your guilt and naivete but he does have a kernel of morals deep down.

Yandere!Leviathan would be obsessed with your purity and good heartedness. I don't even want to mention her in this context because she is a child but honestly your personality would align with a lot of the kinds of things he likes about Ruri-chan. It's the ideal magical girl: chipper, sweet, always trying to help others etc. He'd be quietly obsessed with your religious behavior: you might be praying and then look up and see him watching you, or when you are helping people with things in public he follows you around and tries to help, too.

Unfortunately, the more he becomes obsessed with your purity, the more dirty thinking about you sexually will become to him, which means it makes him all the hornier LOL You'll start to notice him staring at your body and giving you lingering touches on your legs and shoulders. When he finally can't take it any more, he will want to shield you from the corruption as much as possible. He'll sneak into your room at night with a blindfold, tie it over your eyes and tell you to just go back to sleep. Obviously you wouldn't be able to sleep through someone taking your virginity, so he'll just try to soothe you as you cry even though he's fucking you way too hard because of his inexperience. You feel dirty and bruised once he's done with you, but rather than comfort you, he'll apologize by insulting himself and saying how awful and wicked he is and how you deserve better. You are always inclined to blame yourself, so even though you still feel his handprints all over you and the weird slipperiness between your legs makes you feel disgusting, you'll tell him it's not his fault and wonder what you must have done to provoke him. Levi is one of those people who says "I am a bad person anyway so might as well do it again", so expect the nightly visits to continue. You'll spend them clutching a cross as tightly as you can and praying, sadly unaware that that is only turning him on more.

Yandere!Satan wants to study you like an academic subject and needs to know everything about you that there is to know, so he'd be very very interested in your religion since it's such a big part of who you are. He also doesn't have as much experience with the celestial realm as the other brothers, so is more open to hearing about what is in your Bible since he doesn't have his own beliefs about it. You would literally be doing "Bible study and chill" with him where he listens to you talk about God and read scripture, and you would be so pleased when he seems like maybe he is thinking about converting. After all, to you helping him see the Lord's light is one of the kindest, sweetest things you can do.

That's why when the "and chill" part comes in you would feel so shocked and betrayed. You're sitting on his lap, reading pages out loud to him when you feel his teeth latch onto your neck and his tongue move back and forth over the sensitive skin while he gropes you. Maybe you're confused about his intention, so you ask what he's doing while he pins you face down by your shoulders, pulling your ass up and against him. You'd be confused and trying to explain that this isn't pious at all when he tells you he doesn't believe any of that shit at all and never did, and the shock would be so deep you don't even cry while he pulls your clothes off and throws your Bible to the floor carelessly like it's trash. Like Lucifer, he's the type to ask something like where it says in your scriptures that you should cum all over his face while he gives you head, or to slap you and actually quote Bible passages about meekness to you when you try to resist, asking if you really even believe what you read to him.

Yandere!Asmodeus is going to think how innocent you are is so cute and try to corrupt you immediately. Imagine you have baked some cookies, and you are going to give them out. He'll offer to go with you and then right before you step into the classroom he'll catch you by your waist, pulling your soft body back towards him until his arms are smushing your stomach. Asmo will whisper with his lips against your ear that every one of these people who is vying for your attention because you're so sweet actually just wants to be the first one to breed you, that when you hand them cookies they just think about fucking every hole you have. He'll ask what hole you'd use for which person until you struggle to get out of his arms and run away.

But even when you're gone, you can't help but think of his question every time you hand out a cookie, or in gym when a girl tries to talk to you and you can see her cock through her pants you can't help but think you want to take her in your mouth because it would hurt anywhere else. It's embarrassing and flustering and makes you want to be by yourself, which is a perfect time for Asmo to come and find you, to yank your robe up and point out how aroused you are. He'll narrate what's happening to your body, explaining it's totally natural to feel that way when you want to have sex, and asking who you saw that made you so horny.

He'll do this as long as he needs to until you are begging him to help you with this feeling between your legs that's driving you crazy and makes it hard to sit still in class. When you apologize to god before begging him to fuck you, he'll tell you that there's no need to. God gave you these feelings so you could act on them. He wants you to feel pleasure.

Yandere!Beel would be annoyed with how you let anyone who wants your attention have it, and he'd dislike how you always trust your god to keep you safe instead of him. God lets bad things happen all the time, so in his mind thats a ridiculous system. Whenever he sees you clutching your cross or praying, he will demand to know what it is you're asking for and try to give it to you himself. He thinks religion and your cross is a distraction from your relationship to him, especially since he's met all the people you're talking about and none of them are that special to him. If he wants your attention, he just cuts in to where you are and demands it, even if that means picking you up and carrying you away.

Yan!Beel will always fuck you when his libido outpaces his sense of control, but when he hears you praying he'll be enraged. You don't need that stuff! He'll try to rip your cross off of your neck, but the chain is too strong so he ends up choking you by it. You'd better say that all you need is him, to calm him down. Otherwise, expect him to yank you around by the chain like its a leash, pounding you so hard that you can't catch your breath to pray or beg him to stop. After he cums he'll just jam him fingers into you, stroking you with his other hand until you say what you want.

Listen I love Yandere!Belphie being insane as much as the next cockwhore, but I think he would actually be really, really kind to an MC like this. He went to the human world often to meet new kinds of people since he loves learning about them, so he'd be really comforted by how sweet and gentle you are while also loving how you hold him while he naps and let him tuck his cold feet under you all the time. He likes your prayers because they put him to sleep and give him good dreams.

What would make him snap is the constant attention to other people. He's often waiting for you in bed, so waiting hours and hours just to find out you've been with other people would drive him absolutely crazy. You might be tutoring a few other students and he comes in, seizing you by your hair and slamming your head down onto a desk. You squirm and plead for him to stop, but he'd still rip your clothes off and fuck you in front of them so they know that you are his. Even while you're sobbing he'll say (loud so they can all hear) that he can feel you clenching down on him, so you must love it. You'd turn your head to ask the other demons for help and see most of them with their hands in their pants and their eyes smoldering with lust. The fact that you'd be in so much pain losing your virginity in front of a crowd that you struggle like crazy and pray to be saved just makes the show more interesting.

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onyourhyuck · 10 months

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Taking Care Of My Baby. | N.JM

— Prologue: “Is your bed too cold or too hot?” + “It’s perfect.”

— Summary: Your boyfriend Jaemin takes care of you while you’re bed ridden with a fever flu.

— Genre: Wholesome smut. Minors dni. Boyfriend!jaemin. Established relationship. Fingering and soft praise. Sweet kisses. Everything is very sweet and gentle. Y/n loving her boyfriend’s fingers (slight hand kink.) large orgasms. Pet name baby used. Jaemin green flag >>

— Notes: I’m sick with fever flu so why not make my imagination go wild here.

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The sound of your boyfriend shuffling over the bedcovers to be perfectly neat and comfortable position for you. You’re standing there watching him as you feel light headed and every part of your body feels like it’s melting away. The heat never leaves your face or your body. Your eyes are glistening with water as if you’ve been crying but you have not, the sickness you have encountered somehow, you have no clue how, was making you look like you’ve been crying for a whole week. It wasn’t helping alone that you have an enraging headache knocking at your door every five seconds and your eyelids hurt to look anywhere else.

Earlier your boyfriend checked on you and he thought you were completely fine in the morning. You were sneezing a few times, but you seemed fine and able to move around when you guys went out for lunch.

But when you came back from lunch you felt worn out so Jaemin saw you take a nap in your bedroom that you two share and meanwhile Jaemin was in the living room. Then few hours passed and he went to check on you he saw your bright red flushed cheeks and the sweat dripping off your head as if you’ve been left in an oven to bake alive.

Your boyfriend took everything seriously. You barely get sick so when the sight of you in bed unable to move with your sick-looking eyes staring up at him so poorly he can’t stand back and do nothing for you. Jaemin made you purposely sit and stand on the side while he fixed your bed. He made it neat and colder again for you to rest in much easier. Jaemin pulls your hand forward making you gently sit down and then lay as he tucks you in. The sweetness of your boyfriend makes you smile a little but you feel little to no good energy to show a smile.

He saw your forehead, gently rubbing away your bangs out of the face while he puts the back of his palm on your forehead and then your cheek. Jaemin looks with a disappointed sigh. “You’re still burning up. I will go get you fever medicine and something for your sore throat.”

He leaves the bedroom to go to the kitchen just to bring the large metallic box where the medicine and first aid stuff was all in one container. He pulls out a few pills as they are not what he needs right now. Jaemin’s eyes catch the right packet and he brings you a small pill and a glass of water for you. He sits on the edge of your bed. “Here have this, Y/n. It will help you get better.”

You sit up leaning on the headrest of the bed headboard as your spine pressed on it. You let out a soft groan as you feel your eyes spin around almost.

The pill in your hand you swallow it with the water Jaemin offered to you and you then put it away on your bed stand table as you look at your boyfriend with a soft smile. “Thank you.”

He smiles and he looks at your bed now turning his attention wondering if what he was was like you wanted it to be. “Is your bed too cold or too hot?” Jaemin asked you with a little bit more curiosity. He really wants everything to be perfect for you.

You give him a reassuring nod. “It’s perfect.” You want to tell him that he’s down to earth perfect literally. You want to say to him that he’s a walking angel on earth considering how he’s been working away to get you better, without a question either. Jaemin was literally your caretaker and boyfriend in one. You wonder how did you find such a good person?

He deserves the world and so much more. Earth was not enough to be given to this kinder hearted soulmate that you have.

The boy you’re looking at, you could never look at anyone else the same. Jaemin was your endgame. Your meaning to life and your energy. When things get so bad you don’t even worry because your boyfriend was by your side and as long as he was with you you believe that everything will be just fine. It’s rare to have this connection with someone like this. And you’re beyond grateful that you are able to live in the same lifetime as your boyfriend Jaemin.

You lean your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder suddenly. You wanted to feel him close to you when your body was going such a hard time to fighting this illness.

Flu seasons are always the worst. You just hope you’re going to get better soon because you don’t like to see Jaemin worrying about you so much. Even though it was a good thing he’s worrying because it shows how much he cares for you, you rather prefer that he was happy more.

The weight of your head on his shoulder makes him happy that you moved closer to his body. Jaemin slowly ran his fingers in your hair. “Do you need anything baby? I’ll get it done for you.” Jaemin kissed the top of your head as he waits for your answer but honestly you don’t want anything but him right now. You don’t need anything else.

Your voice was slightly scratchy and raspy. It felt like walking on gravel and whenever you speak it feels so much more dry than the desert itself. Every word you speak was nearly muffled.

“I just need you.” You say pulling back your head so you can watch your boyfriend. Jaemin was smiling at your sweet words and he strokes your hair once more before leaning closer to give you a peck on the lips as a loving gesture to show how much he is sickeningly obsessed with you.

Everything about you makes him obsessed. The way you speak so softly and eloquently. How much your compassion means to you and other people. The way you present yourself not only to others but to your own perception. Jaemin loves that you’re so selfless always thinking of others. But you always put your needs under and everyone else above your own needs until it’s too much to take. And then you get sick and that’s why he was so attentive to you.

If you cannot take care of yourself because you love to people please others that you cherish and love more, then Jaemin will step up and take the role to take care of you. Because you can’t take care of people if no one takes care of you.

You murmur from the soft peck when Jaemin pulls away but your faces were keeping close together, neither wanted to break the contact when their eyes met again. “Don’t kiss me Jaemin, I’m all sick.” Your voice deep full hoarse voice comes out.

The boy in front of you wearing the white short sleeve shirt casually at the sharing flat you both live together in did not care that you could get him sick. If it meant not getting your kisses Jaemin hates it. He wants you to kiss him all over, even if you’re in such a sick state. “It’s okay.” He whispers to you not caring a single bit and leaning down to capture a longer kiss this time on your lips.

The kiss placed on your mouth was sweet and loving you feel like you’re melting even more and your heat grew increasingly intense and high. But now you feel your heart racing and the blood running to your cheeks flowing on your face makes you flushed. Gentle soothing hands brush on your jawline to cup it, the kiss grows more soft and intense too. The more you kissed him back Jaemin was loving it so much and he never once regretted it. He could care less if he gets sick after. It’s all worth it if he gets to kiss you like this.

Your voice feels cut freely from the kiss when your hoarse sick moans come out and Jaemin gently moves his face to take a look at the beautiful blush spreading like your illness on your face. He leans and kissed your cheek and then kisses your corner of the lips as you drown in your boyfriend’s affection.

“Jaemin…can i ask you for a favour?” You now had running thoughts and all of them had to do with him. You need him so bad your sick body was yearning for him to do something more… to do more to you. Kisses were not enough anymore. You need to breathe him out like he was your oxygen at this point. It was intense but you loved it.

Jaemin softly hums against your face and he pulls away to take another glance at you. “Yeah. Say anything baby I’ll do it for you.”

He quietly trails. “Do you need something to drink? Do you want more pillows, I can bring some over to you?”

You shake your head and your arms wrap around his neck gently as you look at him with neediness in your eyes now and somehow he now knew what you wanted. Jaemin could sense it from the way you’re looking at him.

“No i don’t need that.” You tell him softly. “I want you. Can you please touch me?”

There was some gentle amusement on your boyfriend’s face right now when you told him very firmly and clearly what you want. You’re never this clear with communication when you want him to touch you. It nearly caught him by surprise. Usually you beat around the bush when you need him this badly.

Your boyfriend hums. He doesn’t want to go too far with you when you’re in this sick state. Jaemin is rather worried he might hurt you if things escalate. But maybe he can provide you some quick release that you’re begging for right now.

“I won’t fuck you if that’s what you want, baby.” He whispers to you as if this was a statement he’s going to stick by. There’s no way he will be fucking you when you’re sick with a fever. You might actually pass out on him if he ever did that. Jaemin brushes his hands over your thighs gently rubbing them now under the covers. “But i will take care of my baby.” He soothingly said to you.

It didn’t take long for you to register what your boyfriend was doing by slipping off your lower clothing. The shorts you wore slip down to your ankles revealing those pretty legs of yours to him. They were so smooth and so soft. Your boyfriend gently rubs your thighs with his hands on the side and they make a few shapes on your skin like circles on you as his eyes gaze over to you softly.

You lay back down and Jaemin leans to you kissing your lips with a gentle movement as he didn’t want to startle you. While kissing he was busy moving up his hands higher on your thigh and pulling at your pretty panties. They were white and had a little pink bow on them. They were a soft cotton fabric and he smiles pulling from your mouth.

Jaemin’s voice drops into low whispers. “Why don’t we take them off, baby?” And the panties slide slowly down as you give him a nod, Jaemin wanted to see all of you right now but he leaves your shirt on. He still has in mind that you’re sick so he doesn’t need to strip you entirely. He wouldn’t want your condition getting worse.

The pretty sight of your pussy was enough to get every man wild. The urges were telling him to do everything to you but Jaemin knew he had to hold back for now. He can wait for you to get better because right now all his priority was you and your pleasure.

Your boyfriend cups your sex rubbing it up and down with his full palm and your pussy could fit in his hand. You were small and dainty. Jaemin leans down giving you a kiss on your neck as your body relaxed at his touch. “Such a pretty pussy. All mine.” Jaemin coos as then a single digit would slither into your folds pressing on your warm velvet walls. The intensity of your thrusting movements already approaching by bucking your wide hips forward to the movements your boyfriend did inside you curling the finger up causing you to soak the room with your moans. The way Jaemin’s eyes kept the gaze down at your wet pussy squelch with every single stroke he provides to your body makes you weak on your knees.

The pace of your breath quickens, your heart was the most quickest sound you focused all your attention on. The sound of your heart thumping and pounding gives your brain a frenzy freeze. You tug on the pillows behind your head your stomach sucking in every inch of space you have left when Jaemin smirks at your squirming.

It was so attractive to see the person you love react so fondly to your touches. It makes you feel validated and to continue even more.

It brings Jaemin so much joy seeing your expression scrunch up or your complexion growing warmer tone than before. The flickering of his wrist makes your numbing pearl abused as the thumb moving forward starts to slowly tick on it with his thumb print on your inner clit.

You wanted to do nothing but bury your head into your arms as the pleasure simply increased. Your boyfriend knows your body so well like it was his own second body he owns. “Ahh Jaemin… i love you so much i can’t even explain it.” You really hate how you’re confessing midway your broken moans were so pathetic too.

You just can’t help it. You want to express every minute to him that you love him so much, you’ll always be there for him.

“I love you so much too,, you don’t have to explain it at all baby. I understand.”

A sweet smile shows on his handsome bare face while Jaemin leans giving you a small kiss on your lips and the hands movements become sensually longer and even faster than before. It caused your stomach to tilt even more into your body and the pressure building in your abdomen was growing like a large knot nearly coming undone.

Jaemin whimpers practically seeing you look so mesmerising even though you’re sick and unwell you never fail to make him want you even more everyday.

Your boyfriend’s voice brushes on your hand that you ran through his hair as he is fingering you continuously. Jaemin kisses the back of your hand. “I want to show you how much i love you, baby.”

“Jaemin…!”

You gasp when the warm feeling of your thighs spasms and the trembling muscles are all signs pointing to your orgasm incoming and Jaemin’s fingers deeply buried inside your cunt creating this wet spot to grow bigger and bigger. The walls are pushing up against the fingertips and his nails were tickling at your frontal wall.

Soon your legs part away when you feel your brain coming blank as you’re a whimpering mess. The way his name wasn’t enough to be screamed. You have to announce it to the entire world how good he’s making you feel that your orgasm was so big and overwhelming you never had this much of a large orgasm before until now, in such a sick state too. Jaemin himself took the time to watch your stomach flatten out and your beautiful eyes rolling back as your back arches on the bed. The wetness on the fingers coating it like it was a birthday cake with frosting on top.

“So good… you did so well baby.” Jaemin whispers to you while kissing your stomach when he gently took out his hand from your cunt seeing it dripping a bit. “Should i help clean you up?” He softly spoke to you and you couldn’t respond but you have a little nod. Your boyfriend smiles giving you some time to come back to reality.

The mess on his fingers you did he takes the time to admire it until seeing your state you look like you needed that release to make you feel better. Jaemin slowly wipes his hand by the tissue and he cleaned your area between the legs and your inner thighs he cleans up too.

You sit up when your energy returns, or at least some remaining of your energy you had left and you embrace your boyfriend. He chuckles wrapping back his arms around you. “Did i take care of my baby well?” He asked now.

You wish to tell him he had exceeded your expectations. “You did. Thank you Jaemin.”

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veinsfullofstars · 3 months

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✨ May I interest you in some Dedede and Meta Knight as childhood friends? ✨

(ID: Kirby series fanart, Childhood Friends AU, of King Dedede and Meta Knight as kids interacting in various cute and wholesome scenarios, such as coloring, cloud-watching, sparring with sticks, overindulging on sweets, protecting each other from bullies, and more. Design-wise, young Dedede is short and chubby with a smaller beak and three feathers sticking up from the top of his head. He wears a pair of red overalls with gold buttons on the straps and a pocket on the front with a white two-finger peace sign. Young Meta Knight is maskless and similar in appearance to Kirby, save for his yellow eyes, dark blue complexion, and a pair of tiny wings on his back. Additional headcanons and worldbuilding for this AU under the cut. END ID.)

UPDATE 03/11/24: Added a scar to Meta's head.

(AU info updated as of 05/23/24.)

Started on 10/09/23, finished on 10/11/23. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 10/11/23.

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-This AU primarily takes place within the Kirby gameverse (with a few superficial elements borrowed from external media), the timeline starting decades before the events of KDL and eventually catching up to and following the main games’ canon (with nods to side games and some unique events added here and there for character flavor). I am trying to stay canon-compliant, but I’m also kinda making things up as I go and changing them as needed, so no promises I won’t just go completely off the rails the more I workshop things, haha.

-I'm mostly going to leave ages nebulous in this AU (in line with the series itself not really giving characters canonical ages and to keep the timeline a bit looser narratively), but - for clarity's sake - we'll say Dedede and Meta are both the equivalent of 7-to-11 years old here, though they first met a little earlier...

-Meta Knight is just called Meta for now - he won’t earn his title until after he starts his overstars military training with the Galaxy Soldier Army (GSA) in his late teens.

-That hammer belongs to Dedede’s mama - a former pro-wrestler - and will someday be passed down to him (once he’s strong enough to actually pick it up).

-The Star Warriors/GSA inclusion in this AU is more for flavor than any major role. In this version, they are an intergalactic military group fighting various malignant forces and providing relief-aid across the universe, their reputation generally positive thanks to a genuine effort on their part to balance acts of war and defense with acts of philanthropy, community assistance, and compassion, well-known enough to reach even distant Popstar. Most known Star Warriors - Sir Arthur, Sir Dragato, Kit Cosmos, etc. - are either long since passed on or retired somewhere outside of the story (with a few exceptions we may learn about later...). Upon learning of the GSA, Meta becomes enamored with their deeds and longs to be a knight himself (not yet aware of the hardships involved in becoming one).

-The kids like to spar for fun in their free time, but on occasion they get proper training from Dedede’s papa - a retired knight with connections to the GSA who’d settled in Dream Land with his wife just before they had their only son. Meta looks up to him with the same admiration he has for the Star Warriors. Dedede, however, doesn’t always see eye-to-eye with his well-meaning but rather strict father.

-In his early years, Meta is quite shy around people he doesn’t know well. In overwhelming situations, he tends to either shut down and go non-verbal or quietly slip away to recoup. That said, he is much more expressive around those he trusts, listening eagerly and chatting far more than he would otherwise. He also has a bit of an anger streak hidden just under all that resolve, though it takes a lot of prodding to bring it out...

-As a kid, Dedede is impulsive to a fault and likes to make wild plans that tend to put him and his buddies in precarious situations (when he can be bothered to actually follow through with them, that is). Meta is often the first to point out the flaws in said plans (if Para Dee doesn’t do it first) but inevitably ends up tagging along anyway, his wariness easily overturned by his curiosity.

-Meta is sometimes bullied by the bigger kids in the village due to his strange appearance and timid nature. Dedede is quick to step in and defend him, usually getting into scraps in the process. It will be a little while before either of them gain the respect of their peers…

#veins art #veins fanart #fanart #kirby series #kirby #king dedede #meta knight #star warriors #AU #childhood friends au #friendship #technically pre-relationship #but I'm gonna keep the tags platonic for now since they're still kids here #no weird gooey feelings yet #right now they're just a pair of good buds who really believe in each other #veinsfullofstars

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swallowedbymadness · 9 months

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❋ need your love ❋

Pairing: jongho x chubby!fem!reader

Genre: your classic summer romance with a sprinkle of soft smut

Summary: you weren’t expecting much when the air got warmer and the days got longer, but you swore the sun shined a little bit brighter the summer you met choi jongho.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: hi, yes, hello! I return with a gift of jongho lovin’ 🥹 bc we could all use some choi jongho in our lives rn after the recent injury announcement, am I right??? 😪 I recommend listening to “Sweetbitter” by RIO while reading. 18+ content, so please, minors DNI. Enjoy! 🤍

Warnings: wholesomely romantic smut, fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, reader is kind of a hot mess in her feels, but aren’t we all?

Proofread: Kind of? You know the drill. If you see a mistake, no you don’t.

You’ve always hated endings. Nothing good ever came from them. There’s something about the finality of it all that riddled you with anxiety and had your heart hold on for dear life every time. To be fair, you always seemed to be the one who cared a little more than you should. To put it simply, your heart was just too grand for this world, and those who left you knew that. You fell into the same game of chess you found yourself playing time and time again, in and out of relationships, platonic and romantic alike. It was like you were a beacon for those who needed temporary comfort, that looking different to each individual. However, when you no longer benefited them, they left.

You saw the pattern, you really did. But you were too stubborn to admit defeat each time. So, you ignored it all together. You just assumed everyone would be the same, so why try to understand it when you saw the inevitable from miles away anyways? It was unavoidable, and you certainly were not one to go up against something as monstrous as change. So, you made peace with the thought of short and sweet relationships, learning not to attach yourself to anyone anymore. You wouldn’t allow your heart to crumble like it had in the past. It took you way too long to put it all back together, not even sure if all the pieces were actually there in the mended mess within your chest.

However, this time it was different. You weren’t sure how exactly, but you could feel that it was. It was when you heard the bell to the front door chime, and the small voice that greeted your coworker that your heart started hammering. The softness of his words, the contemplative hum when asked if he preferred a to-go cup or a waffle cone today, and the sweet “thank you,” once you heard his receipt print.

Choi Jongho.

“You’re late,” you teased, peaking your head out from behind the polka dotted curtain that served as a barrier between your makeshift break room area and the parlor, your eyes meeting him from behind the counter. The boy in question took a bite from his ice cream cup, the yellow spoon he held looked comically small in his hand.

“I’m sorry, I had some last minute things to pick up before tomorrow.” You frowned, remembering why today was different than all the other days you spent with Jongho this summer. He was going back to school tomorrow. Which meant he was leaving you, like everyone else had. Part of you hated that you continued to see him since you first met at the beginning of the summer. He made it perfectly clear that he was just here for the summer to get away from the city. At first, you wanted nothing to do with him. But, when he started coming into the parlor every few days with his gummy smile shining brighter than the sun itself, the excuses eventually ran out and the truth that he just wanted to see you revealed itself. Of course, you couldn’t help that you had fallen so undeniably hard for him.

But you wouldn’t tell him that.

“I guess it’s fine,” you playfully pushed your shoulder into his as you passed him walking towards the exit “but that just means you’re buying dinner tonight.” He chuckled, and followed right behind you in tandem, but not before flashing you a knowing grin.

“Naturally.”

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Your nights had blurred together over the summer. You spent most of your time together cooped up in your apartment, you and Jongho not caring to go out very much. You were happy watching a movie on the couch or staying up until dawn telling stories and secrets you didn’t have anyone else to share them with. You were thankful to have met Jongho. He was a sweet escape from reality, and it felt mutual for once. It was definitely a bittersweet evening as you two sat across from one another, chicken and beer being the meal of choice as you reminisced about your time spent together the past two months.

“Short and sweet.” You kept telling yourself. “You’re used to this.” So why did it sting more than it usually did?

“I have a question for you,” Jongho said as he wiped the chicken grease off of his fingers, placing all his trash in the takeout bag on the floor next to your bed.

“Somehow, that scares me.” You joked, but an underlying sense of fear was laced between your words. He sensed it, but didn’t mention it as he laid on his side, propping himself up on his elbow while his feet dangled off the end of the bed. You got up to take everything into the kitchen and froze when you heard him speak up a bit louder so you couldn’t miss the question.

“Why are you so against endings?” There it was. You sighed, recalling when you first met one another that you had expressed this fear to him briefly. He didn’t push you to explain, but for some reason unbeknownst to you, you felt like he deserved an answer now.

“Because,” you sat back down cross legged next to him in the dimly lit bedroom, fiddling with your fingers while you felt his gaze on you never falter. He waited patiently for you to continue. “They’re just so…final.” He hummed in response, breathing in deeply as he calculated his response.

“But they don’t have to be,” he began, your gaze fixed on a stain on the wall that you hadn’t noticed before. “They can be the middle man that needs to make room for something else. Endings are so crucial because they show you that whatever happened, happened for a reason, but wasn’t meant to be permanent. Which is also okay. With that, it’s an opportunity for a new beginning perhaps.”

“But how will I know?”

“You just will. You’ll feel it in here,” he placed the palm of his hand above your left breast, feeling the steady beat of your heart under his touch. “You think you know when something that has to come to an end in your life is bad, because you assume it will turn out that way. But,” he paused, and brought his hand up to your cheek to wipe away the stray tear that had fallen from your eye, unbeknownst to you, with his thumb. “It’s not always bad. It’s just clearing the path for something better to come along.” You nodded, hearing his words but having a hard time accepting them, the lump that had lodged itself in your throat was clear evidence of that fact.

“Everyone,” you started, the words getting stuck on your tongue as you wiped the tears that had begun to free fall and leave salty tracks on your cheeks. “Everyone I’ve ever cared for has left. So much so that I’ve just stopped caring altogether and have become accustomed to not feeling at all.”

“That’s not true,” He stated matter-of-factly. Your eyebrows furrowed, a small smile appearing across his features. “I just think you’re a very guarded person, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” He reached out and grabbed your hand, rubbing slow comforting crescents into the back of your hand with his thumb. “However, you shouldn’t fear all endings.”

“What good could come from an ending?” His eyes looked down between the two of you before coming back up to meet your own.

“Well,” he scooted closer to you, the small grin reappearing on his face. “For example, the end of summer means the beginning of fall. That’s not so bad is it?” You shook your head, your heart beginning to beat wildly in your chest as he slowly inched closer to you. “And,” he placed one hand on your cheek, caressing his finger across the softness of your skin and down to your chin. “I would like to end hiding our feelings for one another, so we can maybe begin something together,” he said lowly, his face now in your space, his breath warm on your lips as he painfully ghosted his lips against yours. “That doesn’t sound so bad either, does it?” Your breath hitched, not really sure what to do with Jongho this close to you while he confessed his feelings so outwardly, honestly, unapologetically. You shook your head again in response, not sure when your voice decided to abandon you. “Can I kiss you now?” He whispered, waiting for your approval to close the gap that you so desperately wanted him to do. You nodded, afraid to speak because you weren’t sure what would come out if you did. “Okay,” he said under his breath, and just like that, his lips pressed delicately to yours. It was soft, sweet, small, but so inviting. He pulled away and blinked a few times, the fondness he had been hiding all this time pouring out of him. “I’ve been waiting all day to do that.” He chuckled, eyes honest and so, so soft for you. Before you could even form a thought, your lips were back on his, this time you were not going to be holding back. You wanted to let your walls down so he could climb over and bury his love in the sacred garden of your heart.

“I don’t want to rush into anything, but I need to feel your hands on me. I just want, need, to touch you. Everywhere. Now. Please.” He was taken off guard by your rushed confession, he pulled back and eyed you, trying to read into your words to find why there was so much desperation behind them.

“But, tomorrow-” he began, but you pressed your finger to his lips to silence him.

“I’m tired of fighting. Myself, my feelings, everything. Letting people into my life was terrifying, but you somehow turn my world upside down, Choi Jongho.” You stated firmly, more so for yourself than for him. You looked into his chocolate eyes and felt your entire body melt under his gaze. You couldn’t deny how Jongho made you feel any longer. “I don’t care that you’re leaving tomorrow. I just care about us right here, right now. Somehow, I just know this isn’t really the end. I trust you. I trust this,” you gestured between the two of you. He placed his palm against your cheek and had his lips reconnected to yours without hesitation, your confession being enough for him.

“I want this. I want us.” He declared against your tongue, the warmth of affection blooming within your chest as you pulled him down on top of you, your back pressing gently into the mattress beneath you.

“I’m yours, Jongho. I always have been. Ever since you walked through those parlor doors two months ago.” You dragged your fingers lightly up and down his back, tracing invisible patterns onto his tanned skin as his mouth placed barely there kisses along your neck, collarbone and any available skin he could find. His fingers danced their way to the hem of your tshirt and he looked up at you through his eyelashes.

“May I remove these?” He looked down at your shirt and shorts you had changed into only a few hours prior. “They’re in my way.” You giggled at his frustration, nodding in approval. His fingers grazed the soft skin of your sides as he lifted the fabric up and off of you. He sat back and stared at you for a moment, drinking in the sight before him. “God, you’re beautiful.” He proclaimed, like you stole his breath away in that moment with just your beauty. He quickly took his shirt and jeans off, discarding them onto the floor somewhere, his anxiously awaiting fingers twitching at the thought of touching you everywhere. Without hesitation, his hands were back on you, running up and down your sides, feeling every curve and edge, taking in every sensation under his fingertips. “You’re as soft as flower petals.” He spoke into your skin, his lips immediately reconnecting to it as he peppered wet kisses down your chest and to your tummy. He groaned when his achingly hard member brushed against your leg, the wet spot on his briefs the tell tale sign that he wanted you just as badly as you had wanted him.

“Jongho, I need you.” Your hands fumbled at his waistband and slid his briefs down, his cock springing out, eliciting a small gasp from your lips. He hovered over you, one of his hands disappearing to move the lace aside so he could run his finger between your folds. Your sighed, eyes closing at the sensation of his warm finger playing at your entrance. You soon felt him sink his digits into you slowly, allowing you to become accustomed to the stretch. He began to pump in and out of you at an agonizing pace, his eyes hooded as they watched you squirm under just the touch of his fingers. He removed the thin fabric from your body and dipped back down to press another sloppy kiss to your awaiting mouth.

“You have me.” He whispered against your lips. He removed his fingers once he could feel the spot he needed and positioned himself above you, his tip at your entrance. “You have all of me.” He said as he pushed himself inside of you, both of you moaning lowly once he bottomed out. He laid himself on top of you, taking both of your hands and positioning your arms above your head as he intertwined your fingers. His lips were back on yours as he began to thrust lovingly into you, pulling completely out and sinking right back in. Feeling your walls engulf him completely over and over again sent heat waves through your veins, the fire igniting in your abdomen almost immediately with overwhelming emotions. The way he kissed you like you were star crossed lovers reuniting, the way he held you firmly but gently as he thrusted slowly but as deep as he possibly could into you so you could feel every inch of him.

“Jongho, I’m gonna-” you breathed into his mouth, squeezing his hands on either side of your head. Your back arched, allowing his cock to rub against your sweet spot, which resulted in him swallowing your moans as he felt you clench around him. He relished in how melodic his name sounded rolling off the top of your tongue while you orgasmed, costing his dick with your slick. His thrusts began to fall out of the rhythm he made for himself, your name pouring from his lips like honey. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his small whimpers filling your ear and making you aware of the overstimulation your core was feeling as he reached his peak. He soon followed with his release, his hot seed spilling into you as he rode his orgasm out. Once he emptied himself into you, he collapsed on top of you, cock going flaccid inside of you as your sweaty bodies stuck together. Both of your chests were rising and falling at a rapid pace in unison as your fingers found his hair, combing through it affectionately.

“That ending wasn’t so bad either,” he panted, an honest chuckle leaving his lips. You swatted at him weakly, your own laugh betraying you as it escaped your chest. You laid there with him splayed against your chest, his hands tangling within your hair. The only sound that soon filled the room was the way his hummingbird heart sang, and oh, how it only sang for you.

—

“I’ll call you. Every day.” A sad smile spread across Jongho’s face as he looked down at the train ticket in his hand.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He played with your fingers, his eyes on the floor between you two. Neither of you wanted him to go, but you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d see him. You pressed your forehead to his, closing your eyes as you took a moment to memorize his musky sandalwood perfume that had surely seeped into your sheets from last night. You felt him lift away from you, his lips pressing firmly to the spot his head previously rested on. The lingering kiss he left you had your stomach in knots, but you couldn’t deny that it wasn’t all good. A part of you still feared goodbyes, but this time was different.

Jongho was different.

When you both heard the announcement for the train’s arrival, you parted. Your eyes met one last time, mutual looks of longing exchanged between the two of you. He leaned down as the train came to an approach, his lips slotting with yours for one final time.

“I’ll see you around.” He pushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and you did not dare mention the tears forming in his eyes. He turned away and boarded, but once seated, he looked out the window and back at you. He breathed against the glass to fog it up, his finger drawing a small heart for you to see. You felt a wet chuckle form in your throat, hot tears spilling down your cheeks as you both waved at one another, the train pulling him further and further away from you. You stood there for a moment until the train was but a mere dot in your vision, feet refusing to move and accept the reality that Jongho was now gone.

You walked through the station, feet dragging you along as you felt your heart sinking within your rib cage. You took your phone out of your pocket when you felt it buzz and you swore your heart grew wings and flew away when you saw the text.

“Here’s to our new beginning.”

You felt the warmth spread throughout your chest, fondness bleeding from your veins. Visions of the previous night replayed in your head as you headed out of the station, phone clutched to your heart as you felt it beat for the boy on that had stolen your heart this summer.

You’ve always hated endings. But this time, you didn’t really seem to mind.

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peaches-creek · 5 months

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You were typing away at your computer, just as you have been for hours. Being blessed with the freedom of education, doesn’t make it any less of a curse. Here you were spending half of your life’s savings so that one day you could earn it back. Finals week was exactly 9 days, 2 hours, 17 minutes and 45 seconds away. With what felt like no time to spare you were cramming as much knowledge into your brain as you could. You are a smart person, you know it, but with the way you are struggling, it feels otherwise tonight. Sometimes things just get too heavy. You are under a ton of pressure at work, your friends are pressuring you to hang out when you have no time for yourself, you need to get groceries, check the mail. Etc. but there’s only so many minutes left in the day and you need to put those minutes into your studies.

Amidst your circling chains of thought about all of the things that you need to do, should be doing, and are doing, John enters your office. He takes in your form, headphones on and hunched over your books and laptop, messy hair, dead tired eyes. It makes his heart ache. A person he admires for her hard work, looks so worn out and god, do you look tired. He wonders how long it’s been since you had a good sleep. You need it clearly. He wishes he wasn’t so caught up with, maybe then he would’ve noticed you were struggling, but there’s not time for him to feel guilty, he has to help his girl.

He walks over, softly takes off your headphones, and swivels your chair to face him.

“Hi darling.” He flashes you with that wholesome smile that’s always on his dopey face. He brings a hand up to gently wrap around your neck, beckoning you forward to trap you in his warm embrace.

“Missed you.” You say, though it’s muffled against his shirt.

“What are you working on.”

“A bunch of stuff.”

“I can see that,” he chuckles.

“I know you can see that, now that you know I can get back to the endless amount of information that needs to take home into my brain.” you attempt to turn your chair back around, but his hands stop the chair from moving.

“John-“ you start.

“Don’t wanna hear it, you’ve been up to this for days, time for a break.”

“I don’t have time to take a break.”

“You absolutely have time to take a break. So you are taking one now. And I am going to tuck you into bed, a bed that you get to sleep in with your husband who loves you very much.” He justifies.

John has the habit of usually being right, he usually reminds you after the fact. He also knows that you hate being wrong, and you absolutely hate when people know you are wrong, which is why you are studying so damn hard.

“I appreciate it John but I really can’t tonight y’know, I have to-“

“You have to sleep.” He says.

“I can do that later.”

“Why not know.”

“John you are actually pissing me off.” You would’ve found this whole thing adorable if you weren’t already so frustrated.

“Don’t care,” He says as he tips you forward, essentially throwing you over his shoulder, “you’re going to bed.”

He begins to walk toward your bedroom passing the halls littered with pictures of the two of you and your beloved cat, Lady. When he reaches the entrance of the room, you reach up and grab onto the door, not letting go. This causes John to nearly drop you, nearly.

“Oh my god, that’s it you little shit!” He drops you onto the bed and proceeds to tickle you. Running his fingers over your ribcage over and over again.

“John sto-“ you choke out, “John I’m gonna pee fucking sto-“ you interrupt yourself with your laughter.

Eventually when he decides you’ve had enough, and that you’ve tuckered yourself out, he stops. He then hovers above your body and stares into your eyes.

“You know some people find that creepy.”

“Not you.” He grins.

“Yeah, not me.”

He gives you a sweet kiss to the lips, and then to the both of your cheeks, then your nose, lastly your forehead. He gets off of you and the bed heading to your side. He pulls back the covers and gently grabs your body and tucks you, just like he said. Once you are situated, he gets up and walks to the light switch and flicks it off. In the darkness, he makes his way back to you. He tucks himself in right behind you, spooning you.

“Goodnight, My Darling.” He says. But he doesn’t expect an answer, you are already half asleep.

“G’night John.” He gets one anyways.

#captain john price x reader #john price x reader #john price #captain price x reader #cod x reader

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finniestoncrane · 5 months

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12 Days of Kinkmas • Day 6: Praise - Farrell!Penguin x GN!Reader request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist • dividers minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: ok i will not lie this got away from me a little and is far less kinky than it is wholesome BUT isn't that the joy of a praise kink lmaoooo

“God, you’re gonna look amazing in that, kid.”

“I’m not sure how this is going to look on me…”

The luxurious, gift-wrapped box on your lap was from the boutique you had admired from afar for so long. Each time you passed it, he had tried to take you in, promising to spoil you, to shower you in gifts, to buy you one of everything in the store or even four if that’s what you wanted. But you had declined each time, desperate to pull him away from the door. The problem wasn’t with the money, you knew he liked to spoil you. And you didn’t hate shopping that much, not when you had Oswald by your side. The issue was that they didn’t carry your size. They catered, at most, to mid sizes. Something you were used to by now.

And while it was true that they didn’t usually go up to your preferred size, that hadn’t stopped Oswald. He could see how desperately you loved the clothing in the store, and how obviously you wanted the silk robe in the window specifically, and had made a call to have them make you a custom one to your measurements. Still though, when you unfolded the tissue paper and held it up, it looked like it might be a little too tight. You were afraid that his efforts would have gone to waste, and despite feeling festive just moments before, your face fell into a familiar frown as the subject of your body and lack of confidence reared its head.

“What’s wrong, kid? You don’t like it? It’s from the right store, promise. I just had it custom made so it fit that great body perfectly.”

Sensing that you were falling into a spiral, he patted his lap, easing you onto it and settling you in as he placed his hands on your lower back and your thigh. Running his fingers along the curves of your sides, Oswald’s throat rumbled with a hum of pleasure. You laughed a little, trying to fight past the self-conscious thoughts that threatened to ruin the moment. But Oswald always knew the right thing to say, and not always intentionally. Any time he had you in his arms, his sweet compliments came out without him having to think about them. He loved seeing you blush, loved watching you loosen up, becoming more confident in your body, in your thickness, the way your body jiggled as he grabbed at you.

“You look great in anything, babe. You got the kind of sweet curves that just work with anything. And you’ve been so good this year, so good for me. You deserve this little gift, huh?”

He gestured towards the robe, taking it from you and placing the box back on the table.

“Try it on later, right now, I gotta spoil you with some more gifts to get that smile back.”

Oswald leant forward, picking up another box from under the tree and kissing your cheek as he passed it to you.

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gingerjolover · 7 months

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PHOEBE IS A BITER… you’re so right G

Like I’m just saying she’s not leaving until you’re covered in hickeys and bite marks bc what better way for you to remember who made you feel good that night 🤭 and then she can spend days tracing the bruises and kissing over them (bonus points when she wears dark lipstick and marks you up x2 😌)

bestie...BESTIE....STOP IT RN

some rpf smut under da cut

i think she also LIVES for a secret bite mark, like she literally is sucking hickeys in your thighs, chest, or lower abdomen or leaving a literal bite mark on your ass cheek, and she loves it because she knows it's there

the thought of her tracing them.....stop because it would literally be wholesome. like the actual making of the marking was nasty as hell, like was literally sucking the deepest hickey into your shoulder while she's three fingers and knuckle deep inside of you but then the next morning while you're still asleep she's tracing it so lovingly and leaving sweet little pecks on your skin

y'all might be getting some halloween smut from me (who knows) where black lipstick is a topic of convo but I literally think ANYTHING on her lips she is absolutely smacking the wettest kiss to your cheeks or neck or forehead. I love to imagine she has a photo album on her phone (or google drive - maybe that's more lucy coded) where it's just pictures of you either a. fucked out with lipstick ALL over you or b. just the sweetest, softest photos of you with lipstick stains or glossy lip prints on your face or neck

she is literally a black cat, she bites you as a way to show affectrion and i also think that most of your photos as a couple (i have this theory that munagenius has a groupchat where they send photodumps - we can discuss later) are of her literally biting your cheek or ear or shoulder. like you'll be smiling normally and phoebe is literally just biting the meat of your cheek and her nose is scrunched up. i know this isn't so much marking but she is a b i t e r ok this is now canon

dom!phoebe definitely loves marking you up but i think sub!phoebe would literally pass away if you were sweet talking her and sucking bruises into her thighs. she would literally be begging for you to put your mouth on her and you'd have to giggle at her and be like "patience pretty girl," and then move up to her hips and suck a hickey on one of her tattoos or leave a mark there. She would 10000% look at it in the mirror the next morning once her sub!brainy is gone and she's determined to cover you in marks.

edit: just re read this, take a shot (or don't) everytime i say "literally" ffs

#anon cutie #i love that we can agree phoebe is a biter #the black lipstick....i need to be arrested actually #phoebe bridgers x reader #sub!phoebe #dom!phoebe #boygenius blurbs #phoebe bridgers blurb #im lowkey adding to my munagenius lore

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starhvney · 22 days

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𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟑 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓: 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐒

𝐂𝐖: none? very wholesome today.

𝐀/𝐍: um.. so this chapter originally was supposed to be cool moms and a dinner... but now it's just cool moms because i realized i was nearing 7k works and the dinner hadn't even started lmao. anyways enjoy this chapter it's super cute

𝐖𝐂: 6,400 +

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

ivy didn’t even glance your way as you walked into homeroom the next day, her hair covering her bruised cheek and head turned sharply away from you. a few people mentioned the slight splotch of purple against her porcelain skin, but it seemed everyone was under the impression that she had just fallen and injured herself.

you’re surprised that she didn’t try to frame you for her injury, especially since you came to school the next day with not even a red mark against your skin. you suppose she really wanted garroth to be under the impression she was a sweet girl who would never get in a fight.

oh, please.

it’s not like she had to try extra hard to do so, with how trusting and kind the school’s “prince charming” was.

to add on to your suspicions, ivy proceeded to not bother you for the rest of the week. it was something that was both relieving and incredibly anxiety-inducing. was she really done messing with you? or was she planning something else?

your thoughts are interrupted as you nearly collide with a meif’wa girl who was stationed around the corner and peeking from behind some lockers at the display in front of her. aphmau and a familiar-looking boy argued in the hall, just outside of the werewolf classroom.

the meif’wa girl turns to you, her round eyes holding a brilliant shade of gold and pale cheeks colored a lovely shade of pink. a pink that similarly matched her straight hair that framed her round cheeks and curled at the ends of her shoulders. with her perfectly groomed black tail and ears and the cute bows she used to accessorize, she looked like an adorable porcelain doll.

“excuse me!” she muffles an apology behind the hand she raised to her mouth, her voice mousey and soft.

“oh, that’s okay! i was sidetracked,” you glance back at your friend and the boy who towered over her. “um… what are you doing?”

“well, i always end up passing by those two after my classes are over, and i’m starting to think maybe they like each other without realizing.” she blinks up at you, her smile particularly cheeky and feline. “i want to see if my ship sets sail.”

“your…ship?” you trail questionably, frowning at aphmau’s peeved expression and the guy's deep frown on his scratched and bandaged face.

was this the rude classmate from werewolf studies that aphmau had mentioned before?

“yeah, wouldn’t the enemies to lovers be cute?! and he’s the new “bad boy” junior. i love playing cupid in the school,” she giggles from behind her hand.

you blink, watching as the rather scary-looking boy rolls his eyes, looking totally fed up as aphmau holds her hands on her hips.

“uhh… yeah. nice to meet you by the way,” you give her your name, politely waiting for her to respond as you slowly make your way towards the two.

“oh! it’s… nana.”

“i’ll catch you around sometime,” you wave, before quickly shuffling right up to the tense duo.

man, he is tall. his skin was a tanned olive color, with cuts and bandages littered across his face. ink-black hair hung messily in front of his equally dark eyes and thick brows.

“you ready to go home, aph?” you ask, though you kept your eyes trained directly on deep brown ones.

you recall why you thought he was familiar now, he was the one who unintentionally photobombed your first-day selfie with aphmau and bumped into her without apologizing.

she lets out an irritated huff of air, muttering a “yes” before marching down the hall before you.

you stare at the boy a second longer, before turning away and stretching out your stride to catch up to aphmau. the two of you make your way out of the doors, walking down the street in silence.

“…so?” you start, raising an eyebrow and carefully lacing your hands behind your back.

“i confronted him on why he teases me and is rude to me for no reason and he just said “i was annoying”,” she uses air quotes as she mocks his choice of words. “so i got mad and said he was a jerk and no one would want to be friends with him if he acts like that to people who are just trying to be nice.”

you roll your eyes.

“good. if you act like that all your life you’ll end up sad and alone.”

“that’s what i said!”

when you make it home, your mom is once again eagerly awaiting to tell you something, still in her work clothes as she lingers near the entryway.

“so! we happened to move closer to some other family friends that were also friends with the salomes, and we’re going to meet them all at the park tomorrow afternoon.” she announces to you as you enter the kitchen, clasping her hands together excitedly. “there’s three boys around your age, too!”

“uh, what? why am i just now finding this out?”

“oh don’t worry so much, i’m gonna be there and they’re sweet kids. at least they should be.”

you huff, “alright then.”

☆

you and your mom enter the park from a different side than when you came last time, the trees are less dense, and there’s lots of open space to run around. nearby is a pretty and intricate fountain, with a sculpture of the matron on top. you glance away from it, eyes immediately landing on aphmau and then sylvanna.

sylvanna smiles warmly, approaching mom and giving her a hug. “it’s good to see you again, girl!”

“i know! it’s so good to see you!”

aphmau and you glance at each other a bit awkwardly, crossing your arms as your mothers once again hit it off.

“and oh, mija! you look so cute today, que linda!” her mom’s warm brown eyes land on you.

“thank you-“

“yes, of course! well, why don’t you two talk while we catch up and wait for zianna? when we older ladies go jogging together you two can play with her kids!”

before you can say anything else, the two walk a short distance away, already chatting up a storm with wide eyes and…seriously intense expressions.

“uh, whose kids? what?” aphmau exasperatedly asks to no reply.

you look over to aph as she holds her hands out in annoyed confusion. her hair is held back by a red headband that matches her outfit: red sneakers along with a red square-neck tank top that was loosely tucked into a denim skirt.

you shrug at the girl, used to not being told what was happening until the last possible moment.

“uh… good to see you, i like your outfit?” you start awkwardly.

“…thank you.” she says, looking down at her attire as if she had forgotten what she wore today.

you walk over to a bench that rests under a large and twisted tree. the afternoon sun beats down on the pavement and reflects onto your faces despite taking refuge under the leaves, causing the two of you to squint at each other. the heat from the summer had finally begun to leave, thankfully, and a warm breeze rustled some of the trees, sending some more leaves onto the ground's growing collection.

aphmau sighs, leaning back as she gazes around at the park.

“ugh, at least i’m with you,” she mutters. “are we gonna have to babysit some five-year-old brats?”

“oh, no actually i don’t think-“

“hey, girlfriends!” a bright and cheery voice interrupts your conversation.

you turn to see a beautiful woman with warm green eyes and black hair tied back into a styled ponytail. she was definitely a grown woman, but her blue—and slightly revealing—jogger set and trendy gold jewelry told a different story.

“ah! wassup girl!” sylvanna calls out from behind you, both her and mom jogging up to the woman who you now assume is the third mother in this get-together.

“oh you two, it’s been too long,” the black-haired woman greets. “and you both are still lookin’ fine!”

“zianna, it’s so good to see you!”

“what’s with the slang?” you lean over and mutter to aphmau, who rolls her eyes.

“that must be where my mom learned it from, it’s been nonstop with her, too.”

suddenly the cheery voice is closer.

“oh! and look at you two! you two became so beautiful, like little dolls! lookin’ just like your pretty mamas! you all are going to have so much fun together!”

“oh, um thank you, it’s nice to meet you-“ you start.

“it’s nice to meet you! wait… you ‘all’? great. so we’re babysitting multiple brats.”

you turn to glance at aphmau warily. now why would you say that…

“well, i wouldn’t exactly call us brats.” a familiar deep and smooth voice causes you to jump as you spin back around towards the source.

garroth stands tall as usual, today wearing a dark teal carhartt jacket over a white tee and some loose tan cargo pants and white sneakers to pair. his fluffy hair is tucked under a baseball hat with the pdh emblem and a small captain embroidered along the side. behind him were two slightly shorter boys, their faces filled with a tad more youth based on the baby fat that still clung to their cheeks.

one had a lovely shade of chocolatey brown hair and shared the same warm green eyes as their mother. he had a kind, friendly face, one of childish friendliness and openness that hadn’t been squandered by teenage years.

the other was… starkly different from the others. straight, dark black hair covered the right side of his face, hiding the rest of the rather cute freckles that splayed across his cheeks and nose. his strikingly icy blue eyes and pale—almost nearly translucent looking—skin contrasted against the rest of his dark outfit and features. he looked the least athletic out of the other two, his loose hoodie swallowing and hiding what looked like a thin and gangly frame underneath.

“wha- i- garroth?” aphmau stutters out, her jaw dropping in complete shock. “what are you doing here?”

“huh. so you’re the other kids. that’s funny.” i smile. “who would’ve thought our moms were friends?”

“i… oh…” aphmau finally catches on, her thin eyebrows raising in surprise.

an annoyed sigh comes from the black-haired kid, who you can now safely assume is garroth’s brother. “so, these are the brats we have to babysit?”

you wrinkle your nose and narrow your eyes at his complaint. well, aren’t you just a ball of sunshine?

“babysit?” you echo.

he doesn't seem older than you. in fact it would be safe to assume he was younger considering the higher, nasally, middle-schooler voice he had.

“hey, not-alone buddy!” the other brother cheeses in aphmau’s direction, baby cheeks squishing against his smile and crinkling his eyes.

“mom, are you kidding me? these guys also go to my school!” aphmau looks back at her mother.

“oh, how did we not talk about that?” your mom giggles, the other ladies laughing along with her.

“i had no idea your boys went to the same school as my daughter!”

“oh, samesies! that’s so adorable!” zianna cheers. as she smiles i can see where that brown-haired boy got his energetic grin from.

“i guess that means we have a lot to catch up on. ready for our jog?”

“yep! ok, kids, have fun together!” zianna turns to the emo brother. “remember, zuzu, i want you to try at least one sport with your brothers and new friends while you’re here at the park! we need to toughen you up, but not so much that you aren’t so tough for mommy kisses!”

under the black hair, you can see his pale skin turn to a bright red in embarrassment.

“mom! stop embarrassing me!” he complains. his voice has a slight whine to it.

“i love you too, zuzu! you kids play nice!” she airily smiles and waves, already beginning to walk backward from us, to which your and aphmau’s moms follow.

“be good! text me if there’s an emergency!” your mom waves to you, seemingly excited about the meetup despite being much more mellow than the other two women.

you smile and wave to her before holding a thumbs up. “kay!”

“do you still listen to beyoncé, zianna?”

“are you kidding me? i brought this portable speaker so we could listen to her while we run! it’s gonna be the bomb dot com!”

“word, yo!”

…

and they’re gone.

“oh wow.” the youngest boy sighs.

“can mom get any more embarrassing?”

“hm. so that’s where my mom learned to talk like that. i see.” aphmau says, raising her eyebrows and narrowing her eyes in accusation.

“uhh, i’m pretty sure your mom rubbed off on our mom.” garroth pipes in.

“more than likely they both rubbed off on each other and it just started escalating.”

“hey, garroth!” you finally greet, gathering your bearings and waving to the tall boy.

his eyebrows raise and his eyes soften to the look of an adorable puppy dog. he gives a small smile, back waving at you and chirping your name in greeting. you turn to look at garroth’s brothers.

“ah, i haven’t met you two yet,” you introduce yourself. “it’s nice to meet you two.”

“yeah, whatever. now we’re stuck in this stupid park in the stupid sun.” the dark-haired boy slinks away from you with his hands shoved in his pockets.

you have to stop your jaw from dropping in bewilderment. is this boy really garroth’s little brother? there’s no way they share an ounce of dna.

“hey baby brother, where are you going?” garroth questions, his lips dropping into a disappointed frown as he follows the scrawny boy.

“i’m going to sit under a tree. on my phone. and as isolated from you four as possible.”

you glance at the other brother, who offers a sheepish smile.

“i’m vylad, it’s nice to meet you too… sorry about zane.”

you shrug your shoulders awkwardly.

“um… it’s no problem. nice to meet you, vylad-“

“nope! come on now, you heard mom. we need to get you into a sport.”

“i’m not doing it.”

garroth and—as vylad kindly introduced for you—zane have begun to talk a bit more heatedly from the tree zane decided to stubbornly plop himself under.

“yes, you are.”

“why should i?”

garroth looks down in contemplation, before looking up at zane with an almost mischievous expression.

“because if you don’t, i’ll hug you in front of the entire school every chance i get. for the rest of the year.”

you three spectators snicker in amusement as zane looks down in annoyance.

“…i hate you, garroth.”

oh.

“aww, zane! you should just tell your brother you love him.” aphmau laughs, a bit nervously at that.

“shut up you girl-woman-thing!”

“girl-woman-thing?” you deadpan, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

“uhh… so, vylad! pick a sport.” aphmau quickly recovers.

“easy! soccer!”

garroth has walked back to us. he’s smiling, but the corners of his mouth turn into something that looks more dejected.

“are you sure? i was thinking base-“

“oh my gosh! i love soccer, vylad!” aphmau gasps.

“really? you should’ve said something when you were talking about it with laurance. you should try out for the team,” garroth starts tugging off his jacket, tossing it onto the nearby bench.

“i played a lot of soccer as a kid, so i wanted to try something new. like track, maybe. i still really love soccer, though!” she looks back to where the parking lot is. “i actually have a soccer ball in my mom’s car, i’ll go get it.”

“okay, i know a perfect spot in the park to play on!” vylad agrees, excitedly beginning to walk down the sidewalk. “it’s further down this way.”

you nod, glancing over at aphmau. she waves you on along with the brothers, already walking off to the parked cars.

“alright! you guys go, and i’ll meet you there, okay?”

you split off from her, following the boys down the pavement before remembering garroth’s teal carhartt still on the bench.

“oh!”

you spin back around jogging and retrieving the jacket before catching up to garroth. it’s heavier than expected, and you jokingly pretend to use it as a dumbbell before handing it off to him.

“i threw a baseball in my pocket and my phone is in there, so thanks,” he sheepishly accepts it, tucking it over the crook of his elbow.

“while aphmau and your brothers play soccer—“

zane sighs in annoyance from behind you.

“—do you want to play catch? i’ll probably drop it more than i actually catch it, but…”

garroth chuckles, reaching up to softly facepalm in amusement.

“sure, i’ll throw softly.”

you clap your hands quietly, turning to the younger boy that you had finally caught up to.

“so, vylad, right? are you in aphmau’s class or something?” you inquire, wondering where the edge lord behind you fits into the equation.

“yep! i transferred from o’khasis prep cause the commute was too far, and i got to move up a grade cause i had pretty good grades.”

“oh! that’s cool,” you glance back at garroth. “i thought i heard that o’khasis accent.”

garroth’s eyes widen for a split moment as the tips of his ears begin to redden. vylad giggles a bit, finally stopping in front of a pretty field with freshly trimmed and thick grass. conveniently, it also has two goals set up on either side for community use.

“yeah, zane and i actually got homeschooled for a bit and didn’t catch on to the accent, so garroth is mainly the one who still kinda has it from when we lived there.”

you hum in understanding, glancing back at the boy who was readjusting his hat and scratching the nape of his neck.

“i didn’t know i still had one.”

“it’s nice.”

you’d almost forgotten that the emo kid was there until he sighed again, looking around for a shady spot to retreat to. before he could walk away, garroth yanks him back by the hoodie, pulling him into a forced side hug. zane makes a noise of discomfort, a sound mixed with annoyance and disgust.

“no, you’re gonna play with vylad and aphmau.”

zane glares over at the brown-haired brother who has wandered a little off into the field. he holds out a thumbs up, smiling as he squints through the sun's rays.

“why don’t you actually say something nice to her?” garroth pinches zane’s shoulder.

shockingly light blue eyes glare at you through straight, dark lashes, narrowing at you in pure annoyance.

“hi,” he tensely greets, jaw immediately clenching.

“hi…” you awkwardly return, before pointing towards your cheeks. “um, i like your freckles…?”

the boy’s nose wrinkles, seemingly not liking the cute undertones your compliment implied. despite the look of refusal and defiance that he gives you, his whole face begins to grow pink.

“okay?” he snarkily responds, looking at you like you had just said the sky was green.

“go with vylad,” garroth groans, releasing him and lightly pushing him forward, causing him to stumble out into the grassy field.

he catches his footing, shooting a sharp glare back to garroth and flashing him with his middle finger, black rings and nails contrasting against the pale skin. garroth shrugs at him, completely unphased.

“i’m sorry about him, he’s uh… going through,” he gestures at the boy in black now skulking over to vylad who was jumping around like a goofball. “uh, whatever that is.”

you shake your head with a dry laugh, shrugging your shoulders.

“it’s fine, it’s not your fault.”

he sighs, frowning at his younger brothers.

“yeah well…” he begins, trailing off before shaking his head. “never mind.”

“i got it!” you hear aphmau announce, her small footsteps bounding up to you and stomping to a stop right next to you, soccer ball in her hands. “you playing?”

“we’re not that good at soccer, so we were gonna let you and vylad teach zane while we play catch over here,” garroth pulls out the baseball from his pocket… and then reaches into the hidden inner lining of his jacket and pulls out two baseball gloves.

how did he hide those in there?

aphmau blinks, before shrugging and excitedly running off into the field with a chirpy, “okay then!”

garroth smiles at you before looking down at the two gloves, handing you the slightly smaller and much more worn one.

“this one was from when i was younger. it’ll fit you better and it's worn in already, so it’ll be easier to catch.”

“oh, thanks.”

he nods, tossing up the ball in his hand and catching it as he paces a little distance away from you. he lightly spins the baseball between his fingers before nodding at you to get ready. you lift the glove up, feeling a bit nervous as the broad-shouldered baseball captain stands in front of you.

“what position do you play, garroth?”

“pitcher.”

he throws the ball your way. it’s still dauntingly fast, and your whole face unwillingly flinches as the ball smacks against the glove. you can tell he barely put any force into it, too, which makes you feel bad for anyone who has to bat up against him.

“i can tell,” you meekly respond, holding the ball between your first two fingers and your thumb.

“sorry…i thought i threw that soft,” garroth smiles, a small entertained laugh leaving his lips.

you shake your head sheepishly, throwing the ball back and watching as it satisfyingly lands in garroth’s glove.

“not bad,” he throws the ball back, a bit slower this time. “how do you like phoenix drop so far?”

“uhhh—“ you think of your recent detention and put a little more force into your throw. “it’s okay.”

“just okay?”

“well, it’s school. and i guess there’s a few good people who have made it better so far.”

you deadpan back at him when he doesn’t throw back the ball, instead humming and readjusting his cap while looking at you expectantly

“yes, you’re one of them.”

he grins cheekily, tossing the ball back in satisfaction.

“cool.”

“i can run.” you hear zane protest, and you turn to look at the group. aphmau is slowly backing up, arms crossed as she watches him glare at his polar opposite brother.

“…really?”

“away from you.”

you glance back at garroth before both of you silently agree to walk closer. you both pause near aphmau, who is picking at her nails.

“sorry… i knew you were excited to play soccer,” garroth apologizes for his brother’s behavior once again, glaring over at the boy’s attitude.

“it’s,” she sighs. “fine. at least he’s giving it a chance? he always seems so lonely in class.”

garroth shrugs, looking on at his brothers with a complex of emotions on his face.

“yeah, but he likes to be alone, so i try to respect it. he’s my little brother, so it’s not like i can parent him out of being that way, even if i try.”

you watch his side profile as he stares at his younger brothers. he looked so fond of them… but strangely distant.

“no! i don’t want to play with you vylad!”

“fine…” vylad sighs, his tone dejected. “then garroth can kick to you.”

“hell no!”

“what’s going on?” garroth walks forward, aphmau and i trailing behind.

“zane being emo,” vylad shoots a glare at his peeved brother. “he doesn’t want me or you to kick the ball to him.”

“it’s stupid.”

“you just don’t want garroth or i to show you up.”

“shut up.”

“i’ll kick with you, zane,” aphmau pipes up, nervously stepping forward.

zane looks at her for a moment before bursting out in laughter.

“you? you couldn’t kick the ball to me from where you are right now with those twinkle-toe-looking short-ass kid legs.”

you hate that the corner of your mouth twitches in amusement.

“zane,” garroth says, his tone threateningly even and deep as he shoots an irritated glare at the boy. “that’s rude.”

aphmau walks forward, grabbing the ball from vylad. she sets out on the ground before kicking the ball right by zane’s shoulders and into the goal’s net.

“you're supposed to block it, by the way.”

“that was just a practice run.”

vylad walks towards you and garroth, though his eyes are trained on his older brother’s, his excitement from before now turned into a disappointed frown. garroth’s hand claps onto vylad’s shoulder, patting the younger boy assuredly with a sigh.

thwack!

your attention is suddenly pulled back to the mood-killer of the day, only to find him crumpled on the ground with his hand to his face. garroth, who saw the whole thing, doubles over in silent laughter and uses vylad to keep him upright.

“damn,” vylad says, before joining garroth in his giggles.

“oh… my… i’m so sorry!” aphmau apologizes frantically, her hand slapping over her mouth.

you sigh, jogging towards zane as a strange feeling of pity fills your stomach. he sits himself up, hands still on his head when you reach your hand out for him to take. he flinches when he realizes you’ve walked up to him, his lip curling and hands winding back like he was getting ready to slap it away.

“just take the hand, dude.”

a second passes before his bony hand slaps onto yours, digging uncomfortably into your skin as you help him get back on his feet.

“you good?”

he glares off at his brothers, eyes pricked with tears no doubt from getting hit square in the face. his pale skin was irritated and splotched red, his only exposed eye beginning to swell.

“yeah, it just stings,” he trudges ahead of you and off the field, sitting on a nearby bench.

“i have to say, i wasn’t expecting you to catch the ball with your face!” garroth laughs at the younger boy.

“shut up, garroth!”

aphmau catches up, stopping in front of zane with a petrified look on her face.

“oh my gosh, zane, i am so so so so sorry!” she rambles, hands coming up to cover her mouth.

“you did that on purpose.”

“no, i swear i didn’t! i’m just not good at aiming!”

“you could’ve told me that before you fully sent the ball hurling towards my head.”

“i’m so sorry. are you okay?”

“i’m fine.”

“yeah, his other eye got messed up from—“ vylad starts, before getting cut off by a warning look from zane.

you happen to glance over at garroth, who has a deep frown on his face. he notices your stare, and immediately his expression shifts back to his normal passiveness.

“well, this definitely calls for a break. i’m glad you at least tried it out, zane.”

zane rolls his eyes, only to make a small groaning sound and hold his head.

“whatever.”

you look around, noticing a bathroom building that had a vending machine outside of it. without saying anything you jog off towards it, leaving behind your group. reaching in your pocket, you snag some cash you had taken with you, sliding it into the machine and pressing down on the water button.

quickly, you grab the water and jog back, seeing that the moms have returned from their run.

“oh, he’ll be fine, he has two brothers, and zane’s been through much worse.”

you wave to your mom, before holding the water bottle out near the boy’s face.

“here. it’ll help with the swelling.”

“well, aren’t you just a sweetheart! you should take notes from her, zuzu.” zianna gushes, coming up to you and cupping one of your cheeks adorably in her hand.

zane sighs, holding the water bottle up to the side of his face, letting the cold condensation soothe the sensitive skin.

“thanks,” he grumbles and you nod in response, waving off the gesture like it was nothing.

“oh-em-gee, this is totes deja vu! remember that time that aphmau did this exact same thing to zane when the kids were playing dodgeball in the old neighborhood?”

“that’s totes right!”

“yes, i remember! they were all the cutest little kids back then!”

you glance back at aphmau and the three boys, who look just as confused as you feel. as you lock eyes with aphmau, something clicks, and you remember the childhood photograph on her wall.

slowly, your jaw drops, eyes widening in realization.

“huh?” she questions, looking concerned by your sudden expression.

“the picture!”

she blinks, before her head whips back to garroth and then to the other two.

“the picture!”

“what picture? we just met you guys?” vylad looks between you two and the women giggling behind you, amused by the whole situation. “what are you talking about, mom?”

she breaks out into more giggles.

“oh, don’t tell me you don’t remember each other?”

sylvanna catches her breath from her own amusement, placing a hand on her chest.

“we lived in the same neighborhood when you guys were all so tiny. you played with each other every week!”

“oh, girl. i was so devastated when the two of you moved away!” zianna frowns at the memory.

the five of you teenagers gawk at the information, jaws hanging open in shock.

“you know, i actually do vaguely remember. aphmau wore that red dress all the time,” garroth glances at you. “and i remember playing t-ball with you.”

you furrow your eyebrows, trying to recall the memory and getting a few glimpses of your childhood.

“oh yeah…”

“well, they were pretty little, so it’s no wonder they don’t really remember,” your mom laughs, glancing at you. “you were such a worried and cautious kid even when you were little. you cried more when the boys or aphmau did when they got hurt, trying to make sure they were okay.”

“yes, i remember that! she’d come running back to the house asking for bandaids that weren’t even for her all the time, the little medic. seems like that hasn’t changed.”

“this is so cute! i had no idea you guys didn’t remember each other! we should have dinner over at my place tonight so we can all catch up!” zianna squeals, grabbing onto sylvanna and your mom in excitement.

“that sounds wonderful! we’ll head home to wash up and i’ll bring a dish or something.”

“same here, we’ll be there!” your mom smiles.

“ooh, please bring those quesadillas, sylvanna,” zianna butchers the pronunciation, before turning to your mom. “and you should totes bring that yummy guac you used to make!”

“it’s que-sa-di-yas, zianna,” sylvanna playfully rolls her eyes.

“it’s delicious to me!” she claps her hands with a laugh.

“alright, we’ll see you later this evening then.”

“bye, girlfriends! let’s go boys, you’ve got some cleaning to do.”

you turn and wave to your—freshly reunited?—childhood friends, who seem equally as bewildered.

“uh, i guess we’ll talk later,” garroth waves back, robotically turning to walk with his energetic mother as the cogs still turn in his brain.

“see ya…?”

you and aphmau trail behind your moms, who are excitedly planning to drive together to the ro’meave home later.

“this is crazy. we became friends with them again without even knowing.”

“yeah…small world i guess.”

☆

“do i have to wear a dress?”

“yes, it’s a small dinner party and we need to look presentable,” your mom answers, turning to make sure your dad also kept his word on dressing decently. “plus, the ro’meaves are super rich…”

“what was that?”

“nothing! besides, it’s not like it’s a super fancy dress, you look so cute! do you have the guac bowl?”

“yes…”

she nods, ushering you and your dad out of the house and speed walking down the sidewalk. you both deadpan at each other, your dad scratching through his beard with a sigh.

“alright, if it makes your mom happy.”

you shrug, “and me.”

“that’s good enough for me, i guess.”

aphmau’s house smells good, the scent of chicken and beef quesadillas wafting through the air.

“oh mija, aphmau and one of her little friends from school are out back picking some hot peppers for the salsa, why don’t you go join them!” sylvanna points towards the back door, before leaning towards you. “and make sure there’s no flirting or funny business.”

you nod with a knowing smile, holding back a laugh at her insistent stare.

“okay, i’ll give you an update when i return, captain.”

you slip out of the sliding glass doors as the adults start to talk, looking around before spotting a garden to your left. you step off the deck, following a pretty mosaic stone trail to the intricate, fenced-in veggies and flowers. after stepping into the gate, you admire all the terra-cotta and talavera pots, as well as a lime and orange tree in the mix. everything seemed almost overgrown, but so carefully groomed and placed that you could tell it was well cared for.

“hey guys,” you greet, spotting aphmau in a cute red dress and headband, as well as that white-haired kid from your first day. “oh, and hey travis! good to see you again.”

his eyes widen, before he shoots a brace-filled smile your way, earnestly greeting you with a call of your name.

“good to see you too! so you’re going to vylad’s house, huh? that’s crazy.”

“i know, right? none of us remembered each other at all.”

“yeah, super weird,” aphmau shakes her head analyzing the jalapeños she picked in her hand.

“i think it’s super cool! you have a little connection to someone you didn’t even know was there.”

you smile at him. “yeah, that’s a nice way of putting it.”

“yeah, garroth is almost unrecognizable from the childhood photos,” aphmau trails.

“stop drooling,” travis deadpans at the girl, laughing as she flusteredly panics in response.

“i’m not!”

“you totally were. but hey, i don’t blame you! lots of girls have a crush on him.”

“no kidding,” you monotone, an image of ivy’s twisted face popping into your mind.

“i do not have a crush on him,” she defends, though the red on her cheeks betray her.

“uh-huh, sure,” travis drawls out sarcastically, turning to laugh with you when aphmau hisses at him to stop again.

he puts his hands up in defense, backing up when he’s threatened with a jalapeño to the face. the two of you let your giggles fiddle out, before travis seemingly remembered something important, his lips flattening into a serious line.

“hey, i heard you two were with gene and his gang a while ago… is that true?”

“oh, i mean we did “meet them”, i guess. but we didn’t really talk to them.”

“oh, okay. good. i was kinda worried.”

“where did you hear that?” aphmau stutters, dusting off her clothes as she stands back up, seemingly satisfied with her selection of peppers.

“dante told me. he said gene mentioned it or something. he didn’t say anything bad, but he was talking about you two,” he reaches up to fiddle with a strand of his hair by his ear, lost in his thoughts for a moment. “i just… know they’re not the best influences, so i wanted to check on you guys. dante really looks up to gene, but i don’t think he knows the kind of stuff he gets up to.”

“thanks, travis. that’s really nice of you.”

he nervously laughs, shrugging his shoulders.

“i mean yeah. i haven’t gotten to know you that well but aphmau’s my not-alone-buddy, so if you guys are good friends i’d like to look out for you, too.”

your chest feels warm as you smile at him.

“thanks. i’ll look out for you, too.”

“oh! that reminds me travis, how’s theatre club?”

“ooh, you joined?”

“yeah, i did!” travis stutters, eyes lighting up. “it’s going really great. hey, you know the girl with blue hair that hit me in the face on the first day?”

“katelyn?”

“uh, yeah! she stops by and visits the club sometimes…” his cheeks grow to a warm shade of red.

“sounds like you have a crush, travis.”

“wha—no, i mean—!” he sputters, scratching the back of his neck. “i mean she is really cute… but she has a boyfriend already.”

you blink. katelyn has a boyfriend?

“really? who?”

“his name is jeffory. goldwyn is his last name, i think. he’s a really good-looking senior so i don’t even have a chance.” he sighs.

you hum in pity and understanding for the boy, recalling the tall, smiley, and handsome upperclassman who had stopped by volleyball practice a few times. he had pretty eyes and brown hair, and he seemed super friendly and charming from the few times you said hello. now that you think about it, he did really only hang around katelyn when he did come by the gym.

“so i’m not even gonna try anything. she is really pretty, though.”

“maybe one day,” you halfheartedly encourage with a shrug of your shoulders. “uh… not wishing on her to break up with him or anything—“

travis laughs, face brightening again from the small dejected pout that had begun to form on his lips.

“hey!” sylvanna calls from the porch, her projected voice startling the three of you. “what’s taking you three so long?! we have to get going soon! dios mío…”

“coming, mom!” aphmau calls giving you two a look before shuffling out of the garden with her peppers in hand. “guess we lost track of time.”

“yeah, better not make your mom mad,” travis mutters, quickly falling behind the girl before leaning over to whisper to you. “she kinda scares me.”

you laugh at him, stepping through the sliding doors into the house. dad quickly scopes out the boy, making himself known by very firmly grasping his shoulder and reaching out to shake his hand. you watch as travis’s soul nearly leaves his body, face paling at the gruff-looking man in front of him.

“how’re you doin’ kid? what’s your name?”

“uh—hello sir,” travis stutters, quickly shaking his hand. “it’s travis.”

your dad pauses, squinting down at him uncertainly.

“what’s your last name?”

“va—valkrum… sir?”

“huh. you terry’s boy?”

“you know my dad?”

“yeah. we were old buddies a while back when you were just about to here in height,” dad gestures to his knees with his hand. “i thought you looked familiar.”

you glance over at sylvanna and mom, who are staring at each other with shocked looks on their faces.

“well, nice to meet you, son. you need a ride home?”

travis freezes with his mouth open, trying to muster up words.

“if it’s not out of your way, that would be nice.”

he nods, before leaving the poor boy be—as he was almost quaking in place. when your dad is out of earshot he leans over to you again, face still pale.

“your dad scares me more.”

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#aphmau mystreet #mystreet x reader #mystreet #aphmau #x reader #phoenix drop high #aphmau pdh #pdh #reader insert #fem reader

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idkwhatimdoingbutslay · 10 months

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I’m back talking about how much I love this moment.

I’ve already made the general point of this being the turnaround in their relationship and others have added their (great) points.

But I just need to say more about the scene as a whole and not just the one shot of their hands because I’m just now realizing how much I adore it.

This entire scene is such a perfect demonstration of their dynamic. They’re in a dire situation, but this little moment where they’re alone and only looking for safety instead of trouble, they’re calm and kind and, dare I say, a bit silly. Even with the chaos surrounding them.

It’s a glimpse of ‘what could’ve been’ if the system/ narrative wasn’t working against them, their goals and their relationship. It’s a demonstration of who they could be, or if anything, who they are but don’t have the chance to truly express and explore. + This kind of vibe is what I think we’re building up to when it comes to CaitVi in the long run? The partners-in-crime esque, I’ve-got-you type of thing where Vi is impulsive, Cait’s there to pick her back up every time, Vi’s somewhat ready for someone to have her back the same way she has theirs instead of her always just giving support and hardly receiving and they get to be joke-y and sweet about it.

We get other scenes like this (i.e. the bedroom scene) that are more intimate and as if they’re in their own little world which is nice, of course, but in these scenes, the main characters seem to be Vi’s grief and Caitlyn’s care. It’s wholesome and kind, but it’s not just them, if that makes sense? It’s their worries and the world weighing on them (especially since it’s paralleled with Jinx on Singed’s operation table…). Which isn’t a bad thing and shows us a ton about them as individuals, but it’s just great to see them joke around a bit with hardly a care in the world compared to other scenes.

Here, Caitlyn shows another side of herself to Vi. The strong, less hesitant and confident side that Vi only got to see a bit of when she passed Cait in the brothel.

Vi’s still annoying, but at least she’s being cute about it this time, plus she has to (quite literally) lean on Caitlyn for support. She can’t push her away and do her own thing now, she’s stuck with Cait and she has to be alright with that and kind of is (for now).

And the BANTER! The fact that Vi calls Cait an alright shot and Caitlyn counters it by saying she’s an excellent shot, Caitlyn wondering out loud why Vi can never say thank you + reminding Vi of her name (side note: I always wonder if Vi actually barely new Cait’s name considering they didn’t seem to have any formal introductions or at least it wasn’t shown), Vi says Cait is sweet like a cupcake and Caitlyn says a quiet “shut up” while kind of chuckling and carrying Vi AND all this is happening while Vi is bleeding out on the ground as Cait grows tired of her BS… HITS!! It’s just so fun.

The girls are just so silly and ridiculous please let them be more like this in season two PLEASE

#arcane #caitvi #vi arcane #vi #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn #violyn #piltover’s finest #piltover's gayest #vicait #caitlyn x vi #caitlyn and vi #vi x caitlyn #vi and caitlyn #ONCE AGAIN THEY ARE SO THEM #season two manifestation #🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾👀👀👀👀‼️‼️‼️‼️

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colorfuleclipse · 1 year

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘦 + 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨

genre; smut hcs

warnings; afab!reader, use of pet names (baby/princess), so fluffy tbh, handjob, fingering, cream pie, wholesome (can you tell i was in a mood writing this LMAO)

this absolute sweetheart

bodyworshipbodyworshipbodyworship

also praise oh my jesus christ

when he’s in a passionate mood (v common actually he’s a passionate guy in general)

he takes his time, like i’m talking hours

genuinely curious about what makes your body react and will spend most of the time on foreplay

he cares so much and is so affectionate and attentive, he just wants to show you how much he loves you

has you in his lap, his fingers deep inside you trailing kisses over your neck

whispers little endearing things

“you’re so perfect baby”

“it’s ok princess tell me how good it feels”

“your moans are so cute, i love your voice”

“you’re so gorgeous it’s driving me crazy”

says the most butterfly inducing things with the sweetest voice, so sickeningly sweet it makes you shake in his hold

and every time you do shiver at his words he lets out a little laugh making you whine, he just kisses you and keeps going

he could spend hours drawing shapes on your clit or guiding your hips on his thigh or playing with your nipples

you try to make him feel good too and he lets you, but he won’t let you entirely pleasure him

he Has to be touching you and making you feel good too

handjob and fingering while making out is his favorite, you’re both so dizzy but you couldn’t care less

the kisses are sloppy but gentle and you’re both moaning in each others mouths

you stop because you want him to cum inside and when he hears that he just about passes out

the thought of cumming inside your perfect pussy has him a little more eager than he previously was

he’s kissing all over your face and down your jaw to distract you while he stretches you out

groaning occasionally over how amazingly you take him, once he bottoms out he thinks hes just about in heaven

stays still for a good while to just cradle you and play with your hair and whisper to you about how perfect you are and how much he loves being intimate with you :(

once you ask him to move with a whine he giggles at you and kisses you deeply

you both moan into the kiss as he starts moving, the slow but steady motions making your heads spin

he’s so big and at the pace he’s going you could map him out just by feeling him, the way he moves making you lightly grind with him

his head hurried into your neck, quiet moans and groans as he tries to focus on giving you hickies and feeling you with his hands

“fuck it feels so good, so so good for me baby”

constant praises leaving his mouth over how good you are to him and how he feels like the luckiest man alive for this

praise him back and you’ll feel him shiver under you, whines and subtle whimpers leaving him over the idea that you’re just as infatuated with him as he is with you

making out with your tongues dancing and bodies pressed as tightly together as possible, hands messily in each others hair and grazing over each others most sensitive areas

his size is so perfect it makes you see stars and before long you’re squeezing him tight and coating his cock with all you can give

he didn’t forget what you said earlier wanting to cum in you so bad, the feeling of you tightening around him and holding onto him like your life depended on it only making him drown in you more

“shhh just a little more angel, f-fuck i know i got you hold on a little longer ok?”

once he finally does cum he swears he’s on top of the world, the feeling so good he can’t imagine anything better

kissing you so hard his lips are swollen and glossy when he pulls away, his eyes meeting yours with the most lovesick look you’ve ever seen

he bursts into giggles and buries his head into your neck again squeezing you into a tight hug telling you he loves you and wouldn’t trade that for anything ever

once he comes down from his little romantic high he pulls out and you guys get cleaned up, seeing both of your cum leaking out of you filling him with that giddy feeling and making him wanna do it all over again

#cravity #cravity fancfiction #cravity minhee #cravity x reader #kang minhee #kang minhee x reader #minhee x reader #cravity smut #kang minhee smut #minhee smut #cravity minhee smut #🌊

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spideystevie · 1 year

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Hii Allie!! Hope you are having a wonderful day💫❤️.

So I was hoping i could request "letting them take a sip of your drink, then another, then another, then- you might as well let them keep it" from the little things prompt list, I just know you would write something so cute and wholesome 🥺❤️.

hii! i hope you’re doing wonderful, thank you for your request <3 (0.5k) - “letting them take a sip of your drink, then another, then another, then- you might as well let them keep it”

Winter was peeking over the horizon, frigid temperatures and soft snowfall.

Steve’s car is a streak of red in front of your house. The sun has already started to set, painting the earth in rosy pink and burnt orange. You tumble out the front door, smiling before you even see Steve. He’s a dream with how he props himself against the passenger side of the car.

He pushes off the car as you get closer. Your bodies collide in a cloud of warmth, arms wrapped tight around each other and giddy laughs dispelling into the cold air. Steve’s considerably warmer than you but he warms you right up when he presses his lips to yours in a soft hello.

You melt against him like snow at high noon, a puddle of slush when you look at him. Your smiles rival the sun in the sky. Steve’s cheeks are turning pink from the cold, morphing into something vibrant when your lips brush his cheek, uttering a simple compliment into his ear.

He shakes his head at your grin, nodding his head towards the passenger’s side door. He opens it for you to get in and rushes around to get in on the other side.

It’s a drive out of town to get to Steve’s chosen spot for date night, a little light festival a town or two over. He keeps a warm hand on your thigh as he drives.

You’d underestimated just how cold it would be. You’re bundled in a sweater of Steve’s and your thickest coat but it still doesn’t seem like enough. It’s dark outside, the remaining bits of warmth given from the sun sucked away the further you got from sunset.

It’s warm being pressed into Steve’s side, your glove covered hands linked and shoved in his pocket while you wrap your other hand around his arm. Steve spots the stand for hot chocolate and stoops to press a kiss along your hairline.

“You want any?” he asks, lips brushing against your skin. You hum, debating before shaking your head.

“I’m okay,” you say. “You should get some though, if you want it.”

Steve does just that. Letting go of your hand only briefly to pull a couple crumpled bills out of his wallet to pay. He offers you a sip even after you’d said you didn’t want any and you accept, the sweet chocolate flavor making you smile.

The two of you walk around the different lights and Steve finds himself passing you the disposable paper cup of hot chocolate more and more, until eventually he lets you have it. He doesn’t mind, he never does.

In fact, he only smiles gently at your soft, apologetic pout when you realize.

“Sorry,” you say, mouth hidden behind the lid. He shrugs.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, all sincere and sweet, waving off your apology. And when your pout doesn’t lessen, Steve kisses it away under the glow of holiday lights, deciding that he prefers the taste of hot chocolate on your lips rather than straight from the source.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #📝: a writes!#short and sweet <3 hope u like!

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acidxinxwonderland · 11 months

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a perfect night

SFW and wholesome! Minors DNI!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x F!Reader

Summary: For the first time as a family, you, Freddy and Gregory are going to see the fireworks together. It is a moment you will always cherish.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Just a cute lil fic I wanted to write. 4th of July has officially passed but it's never too late for some wholesome times, right? It's pretty rushed and I'm pretty high so... I'm sorry LMAO

“Are you ready dear?”

Freddy stands by your side as you place some cold drinks in a small cooler, you were excited as ever knowing that tonight was the night you would celebrate your first holiday with your little family.

You stand up straight, looking up at the large animatronic bear with a kind smile. “Ready as I’ll ever be! I promise you, we are going to have so much fun.”

“I know we are my starlight. Now, would you like me to bring this and our chairs to the van while you retrieve Gregory?” He leans down, pressing his muzzle against the top of your head, lingering there for a moment.

“Yes please! We’ll meet you out there.” You tilt your head up to press your lips against his momentarily. You have a hard time breaking away, letting him grab the cooler as you turn away to go to Gregory’s room.

You gently knock before creaking the door open to see the brunette on the bed looking down at his hands. He looks up at you with a hint of sadness in his brown eyes, offering you a weak smile.

“You alright kiddo?” You ask in a gentle tone, stepping into the room and closing the door behind you.

“Yeah I’m okay.” Gregory lets out a sigh, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie. “I’m just um… A little nervous I guess?”

“Nervous?” Your brows knit together, walking over to sit on the bed next to him. “What’s making you feel this way bud?”

“I dunno.” He shrugs his shoulders, avoiding your eyes. You decide that it was best not to pry, to let him answer on his own time. Before you even know it the boy spoke up again. “I guess it just feels weird to be doing something so normal? As like… A family.”

You feel your heart melt at his words, it means the world for him to call the three of you a family. You place your arm around his shoulder, pulling him close. His body stiffens against you before relaxing.

“So… Us doing something normal as a family together makes you feel nervous?” You question while raising a brow.

“Yeah. It does. It almost feels too good to be true, like I dunno, I finally get the chance to have something like this and I’m happy, like super happy, but I am always scared that one day it’s all just… Gonna go away.” Gregory huffs out a sigh, leaning his head against you.

Feeling your heart wrench from his words you tighten your hold on him, you understand his fear - sometimes you feel the same way.

You hum out in thought, wanting to do your best to comfort the boy you see as your own child.

“I understand you are scared of getting this all ripped away from you, but I swear to you Gregory, I will always be in your corner. So will Freddy. We love you so much and it is a blessing to have someone like you in our life. We aren’t perfect, but we are family. I will fight tooth and nail for it to stay that way.” You lean down to press a kiss against the top of his head.

There was a comfortable silence that fell between the two of you as you gently ran your hand through his fluffy hair.

“I love you mom.” Gregory finally sniffles out and you immediately feel tears in your eyes. Only recently did he get comfortable enough to bestow that title upon you and you don’t know if you’ll ever get used to it.

“I love you too bud, so much.” Your hand falls to his shoulder and you give it a gentle squeeze, it was nice to see him be vulnerable with you, something both you and Freddy had to work on together for him to be more expressive. “Are you feeling a bit better?”

Gregory pulls away from you, using the sleeve of his hood to wipe away a tear as he nods his head. “Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better.” He gives you a sweet smile, it was nice to see that on the boy who lived a hard life.

“Good.” You ruffle up his hair before pushing yourself off the bed. “Now, are you ready to go see the fireworks? Freddy is waiting in the van.”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” He says with a determined look, getting up from where he sat to follow after you.

The two of you walk outside of your little home and make your way to Freddy who was eagerly waiting for you both to come out. You can tell he was excited with the way his ears wiggled upon your arrival. Although that happy expression was quick to be replaced with concern upon seeing you and Gregory’s eyes evident of recent tears.

“Everything is okay.” You reassure him in a hushed tone once you get closer. “We will talk about it when we get home.”

Your robotic boyfriend nods his head, opening the door to the drivers side for you and you hop in.

Once the three of you are in the van you start the ignition and drive to the park to see the fireworks together. With the night summer breeze flowing in through the window and the low music playing from the radio you felt nothing but serene, stealing glances over at your lover who stayed holding your hand during the entire ride.

You arrive at the park without a hitch, unbuckling your seat belt and looking back at Gregory who was playing a game on his DS. “Hey buddy?”

He looks up at you, tilting his head. “Yeah?”

“Listen, I know it makes you upset when people give Freddy weird looks but I want you to try your best to not say anything tonight, okay?”

Gregory rolls his eyes while opening his mouth to reply but Freddy quickly cuts him off with his own input on the situation.

“I understand it won’t be easy for you superstar, but we don’t want to risk getting kicked out of this event. What others think doesn't matter, what matters most is the love we all hold for one another. If anyone is rude towards me I will handle it myself, let us all just focus on having a wonderful night.” Once Freddy finishes Gregory falls silent, looking off to the side before finally letting out a sigh.

“Alright yeah, I can do that. But just for tonight.” He closes his DS and unbuckles his seatbelt. “I won’t say a single thing to anyone, pinky swear.”

“That’s my boy!” You say cheerfully, giving him a prideful smile. “You got this.”

With that the three of you exit the van and grab your camping chairs to go find a place to set up. Just as you expected you most definitely got some strange looks from others with the seven foot tall animatronic walking by your side. Everyone was still adjusting to the fact Freddy was now a part of society, even himself.

You find a nice, clear spot to set up, placing down your chairs and getting settled in. You sit in between Gregory and Freddy, feeling elated with your two favorite boys by your side.

You feel cool metal upon your warm skin and look down to see the giant paw of your lover engulf your hand. Your lips tug up into a small smile, giving a squeeze of affection.

"Are you excited starlight?" Freddy asks in this gentle tone that itches all the right spots in your brain.

"More than ever." You breathe out, staring up at him with starry eyes. "How about you?"

"Hm… well I think fireworks are a very interesting concept, but I am more happy to be here with the two of you." His grasp on your hand tightens. "I have never been so grateful to share these new experiences with you and Gregory."

You let out a small laugh. "Well buckle up big boy because we have a whole world to show you."

"And I cannot wait to see it." Freddy smiles down at you.

You lean back into your chair, grabbing Gregory's hand with your free one. You look over and notice the slight embarrassment on his face from the affection but he eases into it, getting replaced with a look of content.

It wasn't long until the show began, a single firework soared up into the starry sky that left you holding your breath in anticipation. Before you could blink a resounding explosion rips into the sky and dazzling colors paint the dark canvas above. You feel both Gregory and Freddy flinch from the sudden loud noise, making you let out a small chuckle as you give them both a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

There were a few moments of silence until multiple trails of fireworks came shooting upward, vibrant colors of blue, green, and red bursting up above. It was a beautiful sight to behold but when you looked over at the animatronic bear who was witnessing something like this for the very first time you completely forget the light show.

The fascination behind his glowing blue optics and his mouth slightly ajar from the scenery was leaving you feeling enamored, a soft smile on your face as the color in the sky bounces off his polished casing. You never felt more in love with another before, and seeing him with nothing but curiosity in his eyes made your heart pound in your chest.

Freddy finally tears his gaze away from the fireworks to look down at you, tilting his head to the side. Before he could ask if you were alright like he always does when he catches you staring you lean up to press your lips against the cool metal of his muzzle. Despite the fireworks exploding in the sky it felt like it was just you and him for a few moments.

Once you pull away the sounds, smell and lights come back into focus all at once. His look of admiration was clear as day as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. You look back up at the sky full of sparkling lights raining down, stealing glances over at Gregory to watch the captivated expression on his features.

This truly was the perfect night.

#glamrock freddy #glamrock freddy fnaf #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf gregory #gregory sb #glamrock freddy x reader #glamrock freddy x y/n #cc x oc #found family #wholesome oneshot

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