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mandowifey · 9 months

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What happened after reader and miguel’s lovemaking??? Morning after scenario is?

Sunrise

Miguel O'hara x Fem!Reader

Warnings: dark!Miguel, noncon, creampie, forced orgasm, captive reader, standing sex, lots of praise, kissing. Just general dark and hopeless energy with smut. This is part of the Dark!Miguel series I am doing.

Word count: 1.9k

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When your eyes first opened, you were hit with the stark realization that this was not your home. You also noticed that you were naked, covered in a dark red sheet with a large form snoring softly beside you. As the events of last night sparked in the back of your brain, your hand clapped to feel the puncture marks on the side of your neck. What happened had been real, and your assailant was still with you.

Staring at the man - Spider-Man, you recalled - you began to carefully slip out of bed. The sounds of his slumber remained steady as your limbs slipped from under the sheet and touched down onto cold, tiled floor. This place was quiet aside from Spider-Man's snores and your heart pounding in your ears. Tip toeing around the bed, you searched the dark bedroom and located a t-shirt on a dresser. Yanking it on, you rummage through the drawers until you find a pair of red boxer shorts and promptly step into them.

You step towards the open door in agonizing silence, forcing your limbs to move as slow as possible to avoid accidentally waking him up. Not looking back, you step along the front of the house and past the open kitchen and living area. Due to the limited light, you couldn't make sense of any furniture aside from the kitchen island and a microwave that read '6:48'.

The front door had to be somewhere along this wall, so you hoped. Blindly groping your hands out, you find a flat surface and follow along it, wishing that it'd shape into an exit so you could flee. Being in the dark, barely dressed, and in a strangers house wasn't an ideal situation, but you'd be dammed if you didn't try to run.

Something juts from the otherwise flat wall and indicates a door frame. You draw a gasp, then fumble as your fingers press to the shape of a handle. Thanking every god known to man, you grope along the door in search of the lock, perspiration gathering on your temples and back of your neck. Every second felt like an hour, especially standing out in the open like this.

"Sneaky."

The voice comes from behind you, and you nearly jump out of your skin. You can make out the shape of him now, and his voice brings you back to the night before. "Stay the fuck away from me." You hiss, still trying to find the lock. He chuckles, his heavy footsteps loud as he prowls to you. The dark only heightened the prey instincts to run, but the rational part in your mind - the part untouched by fear - told you that was a bad idea.

"You were close to getting out, I mean." His voice was like warm velvet. "Doors here open on a pressure control on the wall - I'm guessing you were looking for a lock." Miguel's voice became louder as he approached. "Smart, but not quite enough. It's a shame. Wouldn't have minded starting the day with a jog." Your stomach twists when he chuckles. This situation, your panic, it was all some amusing joke to him.

"Fuck you."

You can feel his presence looming over yours, catching a flash of red as he closes in.

"Okay."

Large hands capture your hips, and you're lifted off your feet, held against the door. Now that you were not paralyzed, you began to fight. You become an animal, claws and teeth, shrieking curses as you swing out at him and hit at anything you could. The impacts have no effect, and the man simply chuckles as he holds you in place. "So kitty has claws. That's cute." When you swing in the direction of his mouth, your open palm strikes his cheek and silence follows.

"Huh." A breath fans your face as Miguel chuckles. "Wanna see mine?" His mouth was near your ear, drawing goosebumps and sending a shiver down your spine. Before you could tell him where to shove it, lips press over your own and smother your words. Miguel encompasses you, kissing you like a long-lost lover. Your taste and the way you squirm and push his shoulders had him hard already.

Kicking your legs, you try to turn your head away from him, letting out disgusted groans. Miguel licks into your mouth, and your tongue tingles strangely. That was when you recalled the venom and how he'd bitten and paralyzed you. Heart racing, you slow your struggle, understanding that having some control was better than laying limp like a doll for him again.

He breaks the kiss and nips along your jaw. "Good girl." His hands work in tandem, one pushong up your (his) shirt, and the other effortlessly yanking off the boxers you'd stolen. Dropping his head, Miguel latches the heat of his mouth around your left nipple and you wheek in surprise. The suction sent a shiver through you, briefly stunning you before your senses returned. "S-stop-" you croak, a hand in his wild curls and trying to pull him off. "Please-"

Miguel hums and licks over the pert bud before popping his mouth off. He wordlessly kisses your ribs before licking a path up your body to your lips. He seals his mouth to yours as he adjusts your legs to wrap around his hips, sitting you against the bulge in his briefs. "Feel that, hm? That's what you do to me." His words were husky, breathless as he begins to grind up into your bare cunt. Your head spins with disgust and shame as the friction begins to dampen you. Head turned, you resume pushing at his shoulders.

"Please let me go," you gasp, "I just wanna go home." Miguel smoothed a large palm to your throat and wrapped his fist around it, not squeezing just yet, but the message was clear.

"You are home."

Tears sting your eyes as you squirm, your knees trying to shut but only succeeding in squeezing his hips. "Shh, shh." His mouth finds yours, kissing you and pushing his tongue down your throat. Bringing a knee up, Miguel keeps you seated against his thigh so he could use his free hand to tug his briefs down enough to spring out his aching cock.

In the dark, you couldn't see it, but knew what you were up against. This time, you weren't going to be paralyzed, and you were scared it would hurt. Fisting himself, Miguel released your throat and held you up with one hand on your hip. "Open wide, princess." There is a sickening smile to his words. Miguel drags the swollen tip of his dick through your folds and nudges your clit. You tense, then clamp your teeth into your lip, not wanting to validate this disgusting behavior.

"There you are," he sighs as he aligns with your weeping hole. Before you could begin your protesting, Miguel forces inside of you in a burning stretch that makes your head drop back against the door. Mind going white hot, you dig your blunt nails into the meat of his forearms and choke out another soft 'stop' as he begins to bottom out inside of you.

The tip nudges your end, and you shudder. Miguel groans softly against your neck, peppering you in delicate kisses. "Such a good girl." He sighed and took his time leisurely dragging his cock in and out of you, loving the way you squeezed around him. "All wet, just for me." Miguel nips your pulse and you give a strangled sort of sob. He had a way about him that somehow managed to hit all those special buttons inside of you. While you hated him and were afraid, you found yourself sinking against him and struggling less.

"That's it," Miguel groans as he begins to rut into you, his pelvis impacting your thighs and causing you to bounce rapidly against the door. Each strike knocked out a whine and a gasp, your eyes fluttering as the swollen head of his dick rammed across your gspot with pinpoint accuracy. He filled you to capacity, stretching you to your limit and plugging you so full you would remember his presence inside of you when he was finished.

Digging your nails into his shoulders, you rake your fingers down his biceps and make him hiss against you. He mutters in Spanish, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. "Gonna cum for me?" He sounded drunk, wasted on your pussy and how good you felt for him. "Gonna coat my cock? Hmm? Fall apart, just for me baby girl. I wanna feel you squeeze me again." He grinned as he moved and pecked your open mouth, his tongue flicking between your parted lips.

Stars flashed behind your eyelids, and your noises grew from pitiful sobs to loud, shrieking groans. Had he drugged you? Did Spider-Man have some sort of brain manipulation power? Disgust could come later. Now you were focused on chasing your release. "F-fuck," you squeak out, chest heaving as he continues to strike deep inside of you. Miguel's own noises came louder, which you assumed indicated he was close too. He kissed you again, swallowing your groans as he fucked up into you relentlessly hard. The super human stamina coming in handy, he hadn't slowed down once since starting.

Your brain became fuzzy, forgetting for just a couple of wonderful seconds that you weren't being forced on against your will. You shriek out, hugging your legs around his hips as you cum. Miguel grunts and drops his head to your neck, more focused on yanking you down into him as he bucks. Your milking walls were too much, his thrusting became unwound and uneven as he suddenly pushes all the way inside. His cock throbbed hard, and you felt a searing warmth inside your body that coated your innards in sheets.

Panting, Miguel kisses your neck and jaw, cooing as he keeps your bodies connected. "Don't wanna waste it," He muttered, nosing your pulse point and nipping it gently. "Such a good girl, you did so well. You're beautiful when you cum, princess." Smiling, he leans his head back to look at your face, watching as you went from basking in your after glow to disgust. Your head turns and your eyes close, feeling a sting in your eyes.

"Shh, shh. There's no time to cry. Sunrise is in 7 minutes." He pecked your lips and you grunt as his cock drags out of you. There was a rush of warmth that spilled out after him and he chuckled. "I'll clean you up afterwards." Miguel doesn't set you down and instead carries you towards the bedroom. You were boneless, legs like jell-o and head fuzzy as he opened the curtains and sat on the floor with you on his lap. The two of you still bare as you watched the city and the sun as it began to crawl from the horizon.

For a long time, you appreciate the sunrise for what it was and how little of a fight you'd put up against Miguel. Your thoughts are distracted when he presses a kiss against your scalp, those strong arms wrapping around you and securing you against his broad chest.

"Can't wait to spend every day watching the sunrise with you."

Every day,

You felt your heart sink into the pit of your stomach, and when your eyes stung again, you didn’t fight the tears.

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Loving the digital circus content! Digital crew x tiger!reader. The are basically a tiger that can walk on two feet and talk but can still run on all fours. Their suppose to do tricks like jump through rings of fire or so super cute tricks for entertaining people. But they have a dark sense of humor and a temper. Not wanting to be there. Their kind to others who treat them nice tho. Ex: Jax makes a poor joke or tries to mess with them expect one of another crew members turn the corner to see Jax neck in between their razor sharp teeth with a nervous smile. “Heh guess they don’t like jokes.”

TADC cast x feisty!tiger!reader

...is feisty the right word..? I dont think so but I'm drawing blanks

This one may be a little all over the place and this isnt exactly written with romantic stuff in mine !! Hope that's alright anon !!

Side thing I just noticed the anon icons have shades

That's so cute

CAINE:

Honestly I think he would constantly compliment your stripes! Thinks they look cool..... and given that hes a ringmaster, hes definitely going to be using you for circus acts... sure you're not a lion, but hey, beggars cant be choosers. As for your humor, I'm a little stumped on whether or not he would enjoy it... I think it would depend on the joke!

Would kind of just stand there watching you bite jax. Kind of just

Strolls off while whistling, pretending he didnt see anything

Likes calling you "spitfire" thanks to your personality as well as the whole fire loop trick

POMNI:

I mean, you're a big cat. And also physically large, probably. You're fast and you're agile. Pomni understands that in reality youre a person and this is your digital body, but shes still getting used to this world. Obviously very wary around you, and I don't think shes an enjoyer of your little jokes. Probably has a genuine freak out if she walks in on the jax thing. Like actual genuine fear

Does not enjoy your temper either, I think she may avoid you tbh. Like she would still be polite but. You know?

RAGATHA:

Probably also not a fan of your temper and sense of humor, but since this is ragatha we're talking about shes still going to be as nice to you as she can be and include you in things. probably one of the one of the only people to actually try to fet you to back off of jax. Purely basing this on her intro thing where she literally shrugs off an axe to a face. Ragatha has balls of steal and a few bites arent going to stop her, I think

Polite to you but I also dont think you guys would be close

JAX:

Honestly jax looks like he would make a squeaky toy noise while you bite him. Jax being jax, hes going to antagonize you. Probably calls you "kitty". Does the 'pspsps" and "here kitty kitty *Pat's thighs*" thing when hes trying to get your attention

Sure you biting him cant kill him or leave any real damage, but it's definitely not comfortable

Is a dark humor enjoyer though so at least you guys share that in common

KINGER:

Attends some of the little shows you and Caine put on. Claps very loudly and probably very cartoonishly since hes not bound to.. well having arms..! Your sense of humor does freak him out, though, since hes scared that one day you're going to get sick and tired of this digital world and start a rampage... I mean you've already demonstrated you're more than willing to be aggressive

Overly polite to you, trying to make sure he stays on your good side. Squeaks and runs off when he walks in on you biting jax

ZOOBLE:

You dont mess with them, they dont mess with you. You guys kind of just stay in your own lanes. Does enjoy some of your dark humor. Also likes your stripes, they think they look nice! Maybe they start wearing striped limbs more often!

I know I'm leaning heavily on the jax biting thing but I think if they walked in on you biting jax they would huffed out an amused but short laugh before carrying on with whatever they were doing

GANGLE:

You know how gangle covers her mouth when zooble is taken apart by the gloinks? She does that when she sees jax in your teeth

Vefy very intimidated by you.. but also.. has a weird crush on you.. maybe I'm self projecting on gangle, a lot, but so far I've said that gangle is into:

Mysterious broody guys

Monsters

Gentlemen

And now, big strong intimidating folk

She just like me frfr

Like would she be weird or straight forward with her crush on you? Hell no. Is she good at hiding it? No not really. So.. I guess her snd Caine are the only two that have the potential for romance..

Honestly gets a crumb of satisfaction with you biting jax, given how much he messes with her. Does feel bad about feeling satisfaction

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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kitten4sannie · 10 months

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Kitten hybrid sannie with red fluffy ears and a red fluffy tail and all he wants is to breed you and have his kittens :(((((((((

my hard hours are closed but i’ll do it for you, you heathennn 🫵🏼 plus i can’t say no to desperate kitten sannie :((( i wrote this in such a frenzy fhdkdh i hope you enjoy <3

(warnings: subby kitty hybrid! san, mommy kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, unprotected sex, creampies)

“gonna fill you up again, mommy, so you’ll be nice and full of my kittens,” san informed in between gasps of air, his mouth hanging open, his tiny tongue splayed out and leaking drool down onto your face, ramming his throbbing cock into your already cum-filled cunt, sloppily but with clear intent to impregnate you, his previous loads dripping down your slit and onto the stained sheets below.

the thing about san was that he was a ball of energy, always capable of giving into the zoomies at any time of the day, but he was also the biggest hornball you’ve ever come across, humping his precious plushies out of sheer desperation by day and pumping you full of his cum by night — so mix those two together and what do you get? a pussy full of cum, a sore body, and tiny teeth marks left all over your neck and collarbone when you got up the next morning for work. it was worth it in the end. you loved your cute little kitty companion.

“mommy wants kitty’s milk, right?” san asked, his bright red ears lowering slightly, his pretty lips forming a small pout.

“yes, baby,” you reassured, gazing up at him with glossy, half-closed eyes, caressing his sweaty, flushed face. “now be a good boy and cum so you can make me a real mommy.”

short circuiting from your words, san looked down at the bulge his cock continuously made inside your lower stomach, only having to graze his fingers over it and think about all of the cum he most definitely pumped inside your womb. “cumming…!” the kitty hybrid cried out, slamming his cock so deep inside you that it made you yelp, keeping his body still and pressed tightly onto yours as ropes of milky liquid coated your plush inner walls for the nth time.

“h-how many times was that, sannie?” you asked softly, your thighs trembling against his, your lower half almost numb from how many times you had reached your own end, joined by a dull throbbing that was due to being fucked dumb for so long.

“not enough, mommy, need to fuck you full,” san whined, his tail flicking back and forth raipidly behind him, using his canines to gingerly gnaw on your neck, licking over the bite marks with his sandpaper tongue. “gotta keep fucking you, gotta make sure you’ll have sannie’s kittens.”

“o-okay, baby,” you nodded weakly, running your fingers through his damp red hair, occasionally rubbing at his ears, encouraging a series of deep, reverberating purrs to emanate from san’s throat.

“thank you, mommy,” san purred, moving upwards to lick into your mouth and taste you, before he sat up and back on his heels. he slowly pulled out just to watch a few beads of pre-cum to leak out of his reddened cockhead, before shoving himself back into you, your sopping wet hole sucking him back in to his delight, a small pleased trill exiting his drooling mouth.

and just like that, he was hunched over you again, hands pressed firmly onto the mattress near either side of your head, bucking his hips into yours like he hadn’t been going at it for what seemed like hours. he’d probably go a couple more too, and you’d probably wake up with dark circles and a fuzzy feeling in your brain, but it was worth it. you loved your sannie.

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chrisevansleftpeck · 1 year

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Kitty Games

Word Count: 1k

Spencer Reid x Reader

Content Warnings: None :)

“This one!” You pointed at a small brown kitten, curled up in a ball inside of a cage. “Oh, Spencer, please say yes, please say yes.” You’d finally managed to drag Spencer to the pound after a long argument about adopting an animal. It took five months for him to even agree on getting a cat, but four more months to decide on whether to adopt or rescue. Finally, an agreement had been made.

Spencer smiled down at the kitten’s mud-colored fur. He chuckled a little under his breath at the kitten’s meows at you as you offered your hand out in front of its cage. Still crouched at the kitty’s level, you turned your head towards Spencer.

“I didn’t say a thing.” Though Spencer couldn’t hide his smile as he pretended to doubt the kitten’s cuteness.

“It’s a girl, Spence. But she’s a baby and doesn’t have a name yet.” You waved your hand at Spencer to crouch down next to you. He shook his head in protest but was forced down as you unexpectedly yanked at his hand. “See that?” You pointed at the information attached to the kitten’s cage. “No home, no prospective buyers. She’s all ours if we want her.”

Spencer’s face softened as he looked at the kitty, watching her lick at her paws and purr. No doubt in his mind she was the one. Yet still… “I don’t know y/n. I don’t know if she’s the one.”

Your mind whirred. You couldn’t not take this cat. What if someone else rescued her by the next time you visited the pound? “Baby, please. She’s perfect and I love her a lot. I really really want her.”

“We can’t make a choice in one day. Let’s revisit this over the weekend, okay?” Spencer watched as his words broke your heart, but deep down he knew it’d be worth it. However, Spencer didn’t expect your sadness to turn into anger so quickly.

You shot up and started towards the door. Spencer followed you out into the cold quickly, “I’m eating with Penelope, Em, and JJ in two hours anyways. I’ll ask one of them to pick me up from here.”

Spencer looked puzzled, you were upset with him. For real. “We- we came here together though.”

“Well I don’t feel like going home alone without a cat right now. But since you do, I think you’ll do just fine going home without me too.” You were making no sense at this point. You were in a post-pound funk after seeing so many sweet babies without a home or place to live.

Spencer reached for your hand in distress, but you just yanked it away. “Alright. But I’m not leaving until I see you get into a car.”

“Fine.” You whispered.

“Fine.” Spencer bit back, really hoping this game would be worth it.

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As soon as Spencer knew he was in the clear, he ran back inside the pound and wasted no time rescuing that kitten. He’d calculated that he’d probably have about four hours to get the cat and set everything up, so there was no time to waste.

Straight from the pound with a brand new kitty, Spencer drove to Petco and picked up a pink fluffy dome-shaped cat bed, much bigger than the kitty, which he thought was funny. On his trip he also picked up an array of cat food and other necessities such as food and water bowls, litter, a litter box, scoopers, everything he’d need.

That left him with two hours to set up the kitty’s toys and new purchases in the apartment. He spent every minute carefully, building the kitty’s perfect new scratching post, kitty palace of a bed, and filling a little cookie jar with tiny cat treats. All done, Spencer waited in the living room with his kitty in his lap, a big pink bow tied around her, so that he could see your reaction as soon as you walked in.

You made it into the apartment around 9:40 and slid a to-go meal across the kitchen counter. It was a little something you’d picked up for Spencer. No matter how upset you were, you loved him and would always look after him.

“Hey, we missed you.” Spencer stood up from the couch, extending the wrapped kitty in his arms out to you.

Your hands shot up to your mouth. “Oh my god. Spencer-” You dragged on as your eyes began to cloud. Spencer carefully laid her in your arms, unwrapping the pink bow around her. “Oh my god, I feel horrible, horrible, horrible.” You whispered as you pet your new kitty.

“I knew to pull off the surprise I’d have to make you sad, but I didn’t think you’d be mad.” He laughed, watching you place a little kiss on the kitten’s small head. Your heart melted as she purred into the kiss.

“Oh! And she has toys, oh my god. It’s so perfect,” You finally looked up at Spencer with a little tear running down your cheek, “I’m so sorry, baby.”

Spencer shook his head, just wrapping you and his baby kitten up into a big family hug. “Don’t be.” He placed a kiss on both you and the kitten. “What’s our baby’s name?”

“Hmmm.” You thought with a smile. “Muffin.”

“Ooh, I love Muffin.” Spencer replied, making you giggle. You watched as Spencer’s eyes studied your lips. “I love you. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you so much more. Thank you for the world, plus my kitty.” You placed a kiss on Spencer’s nose in return, then went back to stroking Muffin’s back.

Spencer raised his hand to your face, “Our kitty.” He claimed with a smile.

“Our kitty.” You corrected yourself, pulling Spencer and your mutual furbaby into a tight, loving, thankful squeeze. The long day made sense now. Everything was worth that moment. Everything was worth little Muffin Reid.

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crimsonji · 1 year

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Hello! Thank you for doing requests! I absolutely adore your work - you're a real blessing for the fandom :)

So it'd make me so happy to get an request done by you so I will try my luck and submit smth: how about a Cyno&Tighnari with a gn reader who tends to purr right beside their ear to get themself out of a situation cause they know they're so weak for them and their purring at the end of a sentence. Sometimes it works, sometimes it does not. We know how Cyno and Tighnari can be sometimes but I just find it so appealing to get them flustered cause of smth simple like this heh. (If you dont want to write for both, you can choose one ofc!)

Thank you in advance! Have a wonderful day

୨୧ cyno and tighnari get flustered from their s/o

ft. tighnari, cyno x gn!reader (seperate)

cw: fluff, vry short

>> 🍁 kazuha’s musings : ahh thank u for the compliment I’m happy,,,ty for this request it was very cute! I hope YOU have a wonderful day

✦ Tighnari

Tighnari's sense of hearing is extremely heightened compared to humans, and the first time you unexpectedly brought your lips close to his ear and let out the softest purr you can muster. He keeps a straight face, but the sudden twitch of his ears and the stiffness of his tail was a clear enough indication that your little trick worked like a charm.

He'll be quick to recollect himself, shooting you an unamused look before flicking your forehead as punishment "Don't think you can get away with this by doing... that." Tighnari acts all straitlaced, but you can see the pink blush on his cheeks when he finishes his sentence. He could fake any expression with mastery yet the angle and flick of his fox ears always gave away his true feelings, and he hated how obviously flustered he was whenever his ear twitched against the low purr from your lips. And archons, the knowing smirk that danced across your features only made Tighnari feel more embarrassed.

Really, Tighnari holds himself in higher regard than not getting so tongue-tied over a kitty purr, but he guesses the moment he caught feelings for you was the day he gave up said dignity. He found you attractive more than he'd like to lead on, and a strange part of him partially enjoyed the sound—even if it meant you were just trying to save face. There was an instance where you had snuck off from your forest ranger duties for whatever reason, and soon enough Tighnari had caught you and was fully prepared to give you a wordy lecture. But every word got stuck in his throat when you oh-so innocently pleaded with him, that annoyingly soft purr hitting Tighnari's sensitive ears.

He only sighs, chastely rubbing at his ears and pinching your cheek with a mean glare "Fine, fine, you win. Don't think this isn't gonna have any consequences, though."

Said consequence was that your ear scratching and tail petting privileges were taken away for a short while. Can you blame him, though? It’s your fault you make him feel this way…

✦ Cyno

Cyno was... caught off guard, to say the least, and it's very rare to see "Cyno" and "off guard" in the same sentence. Maybe this would be strange to some people, but the General Mahamatra had happened to be a lovesick fool when it came to his partner. Basically everything you do has him enthralled and captured in your grasp, but he seldom expresses these intense feelings of his like a moron. He visibly stiffens when that lovely sound leaves you, whatever he was mildly scolding you about almost being completely forgotten as Cyno's mentally processing what he just heard come from you. It was cute, he thought, purposely attempting to not meet your sly gaze while still trying to come off as intimidating (It didn't work very well, but at least you were amused.)

He does his best to save face by faking a cough, fist hiding his bit lip and a tinted red to his dark skin. He watches you smile happily, glints of sinister thoughts behind your features; but before he could say anything, you were already gone... Did Cyno really let you get away? And with little to no effort, too, just from a purr. At this point, Cyno's realized his utter defeat to you, almost mad at himself for falling for such a typical tactic. You're lucky you're pretty because anyone else who could try this would be met with the sharp edge of Cyno's golden polearm.

No matter how many times you've done this Cyno still feels just as flustered as the first time, stomach tied into a million knots and heart practically melting at the ringing of his ears. It's surprisingly easy to rile him up like this, even if you felt taken aback when you saw the profound effect it had on your lover. However, if you pulled your little stunt in front of others, it'd be so difficult for Cyno to still seem apathetic, praying to any archons listening that his friend Tighnari doesn't see the subtle changes in his speech or body language—unfortunately for him, it seems that Tighnari had seen right through Cyno just like you had.

Poor guy's so confused, too, on why he feels so strangely fuzzy at the sound of your purring, an action so plain in itself yet making the matra's heart swell... He might be a bit more lenient if you do this in the privacy of your home, stripped of all his inhibitions and letting himself adore you to pieces.

#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection #[💌] letters of songbird #cyno x reader #tighnari x reader #cyno x you #tighnari x you #cyno fluff #tighnari fluff #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin

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junkissed · 1 year

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campus cat dad

member — uni bf!vernon x reader genre — fluff, humor, college au word count — 1.9k warnings — vernon calls reader his girlfriend but no pronouns mentioned, vernon is precious i’m gonna cry, the cat has the funniest name ever notes — lowercase intended. this is based off an actual club at my university that feeds and neuters feral cats on campus because i thought vernon would definitely be a part of it, he just likes the kitties <3 alley cat allies is also a real organization! if you’d like to help protect cats around the world you can donate here. this post isn’t sponsored or anything just a cute idea :)

thanks to @hyucks-rose for helping brainstorm :D

one reblog = one cat i will personally adopt

“i told you, babe, i don’t have time to join any clubs! i have calculus homework!”

“but vernie, i know you’ll like it! just come to one meeting, please?” you protest, putting on your best pout.

he sighs, giving you a pout of his own. “just because there’s cats doesn’t mean i’ll like it.”

you tilt your head and give him a look.

“okay, okay, fine!” he relents. “i probably would like it. but i just don’t have time.”

“oh, just like you don’t have time to play games with wonwoo every day?”

he glares at you, but you can see the smile in his eyes. “one meeting. that’s it.”

you grin triumphantly. “are you driving or me?”

he grabs the keys from the hook by the apartment door, shoving them in his pocket and holding up a finger. “one meeting!”

“hurry up! we have to make sure they’re still there!”

four weeks (and many meetings) later, you’re being hurried out the door by vernon, on your way to the south end of campus, having received a tip on the club’s website about a kitten sighting.

despite his early protests, vernon has quickly become the mascot of your campus’s chapter of alley cat allies, an organization that feeds and neuters feral cats and kittens before returning them to where they were found or helping them get adopted.

vernon volunteers to drive everyone out for trappings and vet appointments, keeps bags of dry cat food in the trunk of his car, he even helped design club t-shirts for everyone. he dotes on the cats, and the club dotes on him. they’ve never had a member so enthusiastic about… well, everything.

the car rolls to a stop at the dorm parking lot and vernon jumps out, grabbing the traps and blankets from the backseat.

you follow him back behind the buildings, tiptoeing as quietly as you can so as not to startle any kitties you might come across. it's late, later than you've been out trapping before, but vernon didn't want the kitten to spend another night outside.

you yawn and help him latch the trap open, filling a bowl of aromatic wet food to attract the cats before laying it inside the trap, surrounded by blankets. it’s the time of year when the nights start to get freezing, plus covering the trap makes cats less wary of going inside, so he always makes sure there’s plenty of thick, warm fabric in his car.

vernon positions a small camera on the branch of a nearby tree, angled at the trap so you can monitor it from the warmth of his car. some days you’ll be out there for hours, hoping to trap a cat someone reported, but to no avail.

after putting the trap in a secluded spot, you head back to the car. vernon turns the car on and flips the heater on, stretching into the backseat to grab another blanket and stretch it across both your laps.

his phone is set up on the dashboard so you can watch the camera, so you grab the aux cord to plug in your phone to play some quiet music while you wait.

after over an hour and not so much as a rustle on the camera, you’re starting to get tired.

“vernie, it’s late, we gotta go home,” you yawn, shifting in the passenger seat. “we can’t stay here all night. and you told me you have an exam tomorrow.”

“it’s just geography, it’s not that hard,” he says, waving it off. “besides, it’s too close to winter. if we leave them out here they’ll freeze to death. c’mon, please,” he whines. “just a little longer. you can sleep, i’ll do everything.”

you sigh. “fine,” you say, settling in and pulling the blanket up higher around you. “but wake me up if anything happens.”

what feels like only seconds but is probably more like an hour later, you feel a hand gently shaking your leg. “baby, wake up! they’re here! it’s time!”

“who? santa?” you ask groggily.

“the cat!!”

a car door shuts as you sit up, rubbing the little bit of sleep from your eyes after your catnap. indeed, you can hear quiet mews coming from his phone, still monitoring the camera.

before you know it the passenger side door opens, blasting you with cold air. grumbling, you throw your blanket in the backseat and climb out of the car, where vernon is waiting.

carefully the two of you go searching into the trees, walking as quietly as possible until you reach the spot where you hid the trap. and sure enough, there’s a little friend hiding inside.

“hi, baby,” vernon coos, lifting the cage gently to speak to the kitten. “it’s okay now, you’re safe. we’re gonna get you all cleaned up, and some nice warm food, and then…”

he keeps talking but you stop paying attention and the words fade out as you watch how enthralled he is with the kitten. the excited little face he makes and the sparkle in his eyes as he tells the kitten all about the wonderful life they have ahead of them.

he points the cage towards you, bringing your focus back. “this is my girlfriend, and we’re gonna take good care of you, little buddy.”

you giggle and tug on his arm, pulling him back towards the car.

back at your apartment, you take the cage upstairs and carefully transfer the kitten into a cat carrier as vernon runs some warm water to give the little guy a bath.

as president of the club, new cats always stay with you and vernon in your shared apartment until you can take them to the vet to get neutered and given all their shots. despite his calculus homework, he insists on driving you and the kitties to every appointment: the vet, the adoption shelter, the pet store. you always warn him one day he’ll get too attached, but he always laughs and gives you a kiss, telling you he already is.

“can we keep him?”

you look up, your hands still submerged in warm, soapy water.

“vernon, you know we can’t.”

“but why not?” he pouts. “we have to keep him over the weekend until the vet opens on monday, anyway. and you always said you wanted to get a cat together.”

“i didn’t mean right now!”

“at least wait til after the weekend. please? he’s so cute… we can’t just put him up for adoption. who knows how long he’ll be in there.”

you pull the plug from the sink, letting the water drain out as you hand vernon the kitten, where he’s waiting with a big fluffy towel to dry him off.

“he’s a kitten. kittens get adopted fast. if we’re gonna get a cat we should adopt an older one,” you say.

“why not have both?” he grins.

there’s a sudden mew, and you both look down at the kitten. “see, he agrees with me,” vernon says.

you sigh. “we’ll see what happens at the meeting tuesday."

the weekend comes and goes, and vernon spends every second he can with his new friend. you come back from work saturday to see him sitting on the couch on his laptop, the kitten sleeping soundly in his lap.

you sneak a peek at his computer screen as you walk past, and hold in a laugh when you see the pet store website pulled up, browsing collars.

the next time you catch him researching, he’s on your apartment complex’s association website, reading about their rules on pets while he flicks a toy on a string around and the kitten bounces around happily.

when you climb in bed that night, vernon yelps and tugs the blankets from underneath you.

“hey, be careful! you almost sat on vernard!”

you almost spit out your tea. “vernard? are you joking?”

he grins. “it’s cute, right?”

you snort. “no. and he’s in my spot.”

“it’s his spot now. sorry, he claimed it.”

you roll your eyes and pretend to sulk away. “wow. can’t believe i’m sleeping on the couch because of vernard.”

he reaches out, grabbing your wrist before you can walk away. “no– wait! uh… vernard changes his mind. he’ll snuggle with me," he says. "and so can you," he adds quickly.

you giggle and get back in bed, gently petting the kitten now in vernon’s lap. “oh, how very generous, thank you, vernard.”

as usual, vernon drives you to the cat’s vet appointment, but instead of sitting at reception and cooing at the other pets in the waiting room like he usually does, he insists on coming with you, saying “he doesn’t want to leave vernard by himself because he might get scared.”

he’s attached to the kitten, you can already tell; he treats him like his son. and when vernon shows up to the club meeting that tuesday, you know there’s no way you’re putting that kitten up for adoption now.

vernard’s been blinged out, wearing a sparkly black collar around his cone that stands out against his light fur. vernon carries him carefully in his arms and sits at the front near you so you can open the meeting.

instantly the room fills with awws as the members rush to see his new friend. the kitten yelps at the attention, turning its back to everyone and curling into vernon’s arms, hiding its face.

after everyone’s done fawning over vernard and giggling about the little cone on his head, you explain the successful trapping over the weekend, as well as his successful vet appointment yesterday.

unlike usual, vernon’s noticeably quiet the whole meeting, and when you glance over, he’s gently running his finger behind vernard’s ears. he’s purring so loud, you’re sure the entire room can hear.

you clear your throat. “one last thing for today’s agenda. seeing as we’ve become so… attached, to this kitten, i’ve been reading up on our constitution, and there’s nothing that explicitly says we have to release every cat we find. but if we choose to keep the cat instead of putting them up for adoption, we have to go to a vote.” you smile at vernon, who’s beaming proudly from his chair. “i motion we allow one of our members to adopt this cat. can i get a second?”

one of the members speaks up eagerly. “i second the motion!”

you nod. “all in favor?”

every hand in the room shoots into the air. no one would dare ask him to part with his best buddy, and the vote passes unanimously.

you grin. “alright, then the motion has been accepted.”

vernon turns around, waving the kitten’s tiny little paw at the members. “welcome to the family, vernard!”

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xuhuihuis · 27 days

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can you write smth about cat hybrid maid ricky 😫 ricky in a pretty maid dress with his cute ears that complement his newly dyed red hair (that you paid for ofc) prancing around the house and leaning over the furniture or bending down too much so you can see how pretty lace panties under neath. most likely ends with him bent over the kitchen counter taking your strap

Kitty Service | Shen Ricky

warnings: dom!reader, sub!ricky, petnames (mommy for reader), pet play, cock stepping, pegging, maid dress, dacryphilia, praise, ass play, brat taming, dollification

‘Kitten, what did I tell you about being a good boy?’

Ricky just stared at you, batting his eyelashes, before he went back to dusting the living room. He looked so beautiful in his new maid outfit, bought just for him, with matching ears that blended in nicely with his new strawberry red hair. The only issue is that the dress was the slightest bit too short, and that gave him the chance to tease you by flashing his underwear every time he bent over. The pretty lace peeked through underneath all of the frills of the dress.

All was well, as he didn’t seem to be acting up for now as he continued to clean just like you asked him. As you typed away on your laptop, Ricky had the idea to test the waters once again as he leaned over right in front of you to ‘pick’ something up, which he ‘dropped’ by accident to get your attention, and it did just that. Your typing came to a halt once you saw him leaning over right in front of you once again. Once Ricky knew he had your attention, he stood up and tried to walk away like nothing happened, but you didn’t let him get away with it.

‘Kitten, get back here now.’

He stopped in his tracks as your voice dripped with dominance, making him come right back to you. As he turned to come back, you could see that he rolled his eyes in disgust, which filled you with anger. Ricky sat down in front of you on his knees, like he had been doing nothing to you all day, but it was far from that. Sitting through many painful hours of teasing when he was meant to be the one obeying every word like a good kitty.

You sat forward in your seat just enough to take in every expression from him as he panicked, thinking what to do next. Ricky’s eyes darted around the room as he waited on you to say anything, sitting in anticipation. The poor boy sat on the floor in the prettiest dress, making his milky legs look desirable; the thigh highs helped a lot too.

Ricky looked up at you through his thick eyelashes, and his doe eyes met yours, pleading with you to be gentle.

‘P-please, mommy’

Fuck. He really did know how to get you. A smirk creeped onto your face as your heel-clad foot started to inch closer to him and up the inside of his thigh. Ricky let out a small gasp as the cold leather of the shoe met his warm thigh, slowly creeping to his cock. He gave you a nod of approval before going any further.

A soft moan passed his lips as the ball of your foot massaged the tip of his cock through the lace of his underwear and the silk of the dress. Ricky let his head crane back, revealing the marked skin of his neck as his eyes fell shut at the pleasure he was feeling. But the pleasure was short-lived, as it was still a punishment for him.

‘What happened to my well-behaved kitten?’

He looked lost as he looked up into your disappointed gaze. The poor boy could do nothing but sit there and apologise for everything, hoping it would get him out of the deep hole he had dug himself. Ricky’s once-perfect makeup is now dripping down his cheeks, and his ears are now slowly falling off his head, making him look like a real slut. No matter how much he begs, it won't make you fuck him any faster. His poor cock is begging for any friction that it can get, but he will have to wait.

Ricky let out a soft whimper as you held his chin between your pointer finger and thumb, looking him deeply in the eyes. Your warm breath fanned over his doll-like face as he searched for the words to talk back, but there were none. The room was silent, just you and him in the centre of it, with no one else there to ruin the moment.

‘Want to get mommy's strap, baby?’

You laughed as his eyes lit up at the question, finally getting what he wanted after all of this time. He jumped up from his spot between your legs and sprinted to your bedroom, where he knew exactly where it was kept. As he re-entered the room, he felt his cock twitch at the sight of you sitting there waiting on him, knowing that he was going to be screaming by the end of it.

He walked back to you very timidly, trying his hardest to hide how turned he was already without even being touched properly by you. Gulping harshly and biting down on his lip as he sat back in his place between your legs, struggling to look you in the eyes, the dress was now covering nothing, and he was too turned on to even care.

‘Ass up, baby.’

Ricky didn't even want to move from his spot as he watched you put on the strap, but he didn't want to disobey even more. He whimpered slightly as the skirt of the dress creeped up his back, letting his whole ass be on display, only leaving the lace of his panties to act as a barrier. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as your hands slowly moved up the side of his thighs to his ass, pulling the panties down his hips to bundle at his thighs.

He moaned at the feeling of finally being free from the lace underneath straining against him. You quietly laughed as he heard you pull out the lube from the drawer beside you. His head snapped up in a very cat-like reaction before you gently pinned him back down onto the floor, gently clawing at the soft fabric of the rug underneath his weak body. Very slowly, your index finger circled around the rim of his asshole as he hissed from the coldness, sending shivers up his spine. Ricky choked on his moans as your finger slowly entered him, catching the poor boy off guard as his mouth hung open at the pleasurable feeling.

‘Shhh, take it for mommy’

It wasn’t long until Ricky’s hips were fucking back on your fingers, begging for more. You gripped onto the flesh of his hip as you inserted another finger in, feeling the way he stretched around you. It really was a beautiful sight watching Ricky fall apart underneath you when you had only just started playing with him. The room was soon filled with moans as you curled your fingers up inside of him, reaching that spot with every thrust of your hand. His knees buckled with every thrust, and the only thing holding Ricky up at this point were his arms.

He whined as you took your fingers out of him to then lube up the plastic toy before finally giving him what he wanted in the first place. Heavy pants fell from Ricky’s lips, waiting in anticipation, doing his best to still be a good boy for you. You stood behind his frame and held one arm around his waist to hold his body against you as you started to tease his asshole with the strap. Every reaction from the boy was beautiful, his eyes fanning close and soft moans falling from his lips.

You chuckle into his ear as you circle the plastic toy around his rim, teasing him just a little bit more before thrusting inside of him. As he got used to the stretch of the toy, Ricky was panting out of breath, finding it hard to breathe and focus on anything else other than the pleasure he was feeling in the moment. His doll-like eyes glazed over with tears as you started to thrust inside of him. Ricky’s hand held yours tightly as the other one rested on his hip, holding it tightly.

‘Feels so good.’

Silent tears fell down his cheeks, leaving trails of mascara on his beautiful pale cheeks as the dildo reached deeper, rubbing on his sweet spot with every thrust of your hips. Your thumb very gently brushed over the knuckles of the hand laced with yours as the other reached down to play with his neglected cock. Beads of pearly pre-cum dripped down his cock, letting you use it as a form of lube to jerk him off, giving him the maximum pleasure.

‘I-it’s too much.’

The poor boy pleaded as your speed increased with your hand movement, leaving his mind clouded with pleasure. Ricky felt himself get closer and closer to his orgasm with every thrust, but he didn’t want to cum without your permission. The tears were now flowing like rivers down his cheeks, messing up the glitter of his eyeshadow as well. You just made sure to hold him close as he got closer to his peak, not letting him go at any point.

‘Make mommy proud…’

That was the last thing he heard before going completely numb from the pleasure. He was shaking uncontrollably in your arms as ribbons of thick cum leaked from his cock and onto your hand. His head fell into the crook of your neck as he was panting, begging for more air as he rode the orgasm out. If it wasn’t for you holding him, he would be a shaking mess on the floor. You just stayed there and gently stroked his strawberry-red hair as he came down from his high. Staying there by his side as always.

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Vlad's Therapy Game - Part 3 (There is a Poll below) Vlad is still playtesting. And while he took a walk through the village and admired Tiny Can's work, it slowly went dark, the stands closed and the folks went to the Lion's Pride Inn.

He heard the music from the inside. 'The Dublin Pub Crawl' by The Irish Rovers was playing.

'We all went in to Kitty McGee's for we're a jolly crew We all went in to Kitty McGee's to have a drink or two Kitty McGee's, in Dublin town upon the crawl A hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew'

He had nowhere to go and so he went in. Maybe someone takes pity on him and gives him some food? He already felt a bit weak on his legs. And his job at the sculptor only started early next morning... There are so many known faces here! Ms. Coombes, their former teacher, Travis (Jeb and Ji Ho's Roadie) and Uncle Stefan, who raised Jack. But they are just NPCs Tiny Can created and none of them recognized him.

As soon as Gia, the bartender, saw Vlad, she stopped him. Gia: "I'm sorry. You can't enter as long as your status is unclear. Go to the castle after you got paid tomorrow and ask for an audience to talk to the Queen about your status. You can sleep in the shack behind the Inn and I'll care for your horse after my shift. But that's all I can do for you."

And so Vlad went over to the shack...still hungry. Let's hope Diablo finds a better place for the night. At least he can eat some grass and would't have to go to sleep hungry. And then this cute - but somehow really delicious looking bunny approached Vlad... should he...? It's just a game. But the thought of eating a bunny makes him uncomfortable. He does eat meat, but killing the animal himself is a whole different thing. But he's so hungry. And he'll have to survive the night and the next day working before he gets paid...

Vlad tried to escape this situation by going to (try to) sleep. But when he stood up and stepped inside the shack, he saw stars and almost fell unconscious. He has no choice...

In the meantime, Gia was caring for Diablo. The way she looks at him. Is she having the same thoughts about Diablo as Vlad has about the bunny? Ö.ö'

Phew. She finally leaves the stable. But Diablo decides it's better to stay awake and alert. No one will eat him. No matter how 'useless' they think he is!

Gia: "You weren't about to eat that bunny, were you?" Vlad: "Uhm..."

Gia: "You really must be very hungry then." And she gave him a plasma fruit! A HFN for Vlad and the bunny ^^'

This will help him (and the bunny) to survive the night and the next day. After he had the plasma fruit (that really tasted like a real one outside of the game), he lay on the straw in the shack and pondered about his ingame experiences so far. Even though many events here were upsetting and annoying, they still were managable and there had been no moment where he wanted to scream 'OUT!'. So Tiny Can improved a lot. And of course the Therapy Game will be annoying and hard. They all know that. Therapy is no rose garden after all and as far as he can speak for the others, they are determined to change their lives for the better and are willing to work hard for it. And he will help them by testing this game and make sure it's safe for them. He decided to playtest also the following day and then report back to Saiwa. And then he fell asleep under the stars that shone through the missing shingles of the shack and the bunny watched over his sleep...

TMI: Even though Vlad got killed by the Killer Bunny once, he isn't resentful. Vlad's sweet memories with Bunnies: on their trip to Henford and at Beltane.

The situation with hungry Vlad and the bunny reminds me of some quests in games that gave me a hard time. There was one in World of Warcraft where I had to use torture on a prisioner to get information. It's many years ago. I did it but I still feel uncomfortable about this. Killing when I get attacked ingame is ok for me, but this - I don't know. I play computer games for over 40 years now and I am still not dulled ^^' Do other players even have such thoughts? Let's find out:

You are also very welcome to leave a comment with your thoughts.

This is a very enthralling topic for me these days while we explore the Therapy Game and there will be more situations like this. I'm so curious how the Boys will deal with them. It's also very different from other games because the Boys act as themselves and it really feels like they are a part of their ingame surroundings.

From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

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crazyk-imagine · 11 months

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Wade Wants to Reminisce

Pairing: James “Bucky” Buchanon Barnes x Plus size!Super!reader, Wade “Deadpool” Wilson x Super!reader (platonic) Characters: Plus size!Super!reader, Wade “Deadpool” Wilson, James “Bucky” Buchanon Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark Warnings: Wade things, the avengers coming to save the reader, Bucky and the reader share a past, Nat and Wade are trying to get their friends laid, this is totally not inspired by a bunch of Bucky and Soldier Boy fics I read all weekend (don’t judge me), the deadpool gif is literally the reader and wade, this 100% does not make sense, I was bored and wanted some deadpool content, I also may have gone down a Bucky rabbit hole and here we are Word Count: 971

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He wouldn't tell you anything about his plans [I didn't want my plans to get ruined]

He'd make sure nothing bad would happen to you (nothing too major at least) [I wouldn't let them murder you or charge you with a B and E, chill]

Reenactment flashback

You were fine until he set off an alarm [I didn't do that. It was Fabio. *Wade points to the intern*

The poor guy starts shaking-

The real reenactment

"Wade," you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Did we break into a building we shouldn't have?"

"Yo soy no hablo Español."

"You're hablo-ing Español right now!"

"Fine! You caught me. I'm trying to help you suppress your kitty urges."

"Wade!"

"What?" He shrugs, eating a chimichango. "You kept whining to me how lonely you are and I know there's a lot of- ow, hot." He licks his fingers before trying to hold his chimichanga. "What was I saying? Oh right, there's a lot of fine men here for you to pounce on."

"I'm going to kill you."

"You know you can't. I'm just doing my friendly duty."

"You're a problem for society."

"That hurts." He places his hand over his heart.

"I hope it fucking does you crackwhore."

"Woah," he raises his hands. "There's no need to bring Blind AL into this."

"We both know it's you I'm talking about."

"Uh- hey," Tony waves his hands. "I don't mean to interrupt whatever the hell this is but you two just broke into the Avenger headquarters so we're gonna need to detain you for a couple of hours."

"Detain him." You point to Wade before raising your hands up in defense. "I had nothing to do with this."

"You bitch," he replies, extending the words.

"Slut."

"Whore."

"Old avocado."

"Dick sucker."

"At least my partner is satisfied."

He gasps, placing a hand over his chest. "What'd she tell you?"

"Nothing I didn't already know."

"Doll?"

You spin around with furrowed brows and then your jaw drops. "James?"

"Wait- you two know each other?!" Tony and Steve shout.

"She's your coffee date?" Natasha asks him with her hands on her hips.

"You've been getting laid and I didn't know?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose again. "I'm going to kill you. I swear on all that is holy Wade. I'm going to grab that hammer and smash you with it."

"That's not the kind of hammering I planned on doing today."

You purse your lips and pounce.

James stepped closer to you just in time. "Hey, hey. Calm down."

"Not until he's mush."

"Doll."

"But-"

"No."

"Bucky," you whine. "Just a little?"

"Not a chance."

"Would you two mind explaining how you met?" Natasha asks.

"Coffee shop."

Sam walks into the room, taking a second to see what's going on and then he sees you. "Oh, hey."

You turn and smile at him. "Sammy."

"Why does he get such a nice greeting?" Wade whines.

"He's not you."

"I take major offense to that."

"You should."

"Rude."

"I'm still stuck on the fact that Tinman went to a coffee shop and got a date. He doesn't even like coffee," Tony complains.

"I like a certain type of coffee."

"From a cute girl?"

"No."

"Yes. Man, you thought she was cute and bought her coffee," Sam rats James out.

You spin around in his arms. "You did?"

Usually he likes to think of himself as someone who doesn't get embarrassed but right now, he's plotting ways to get back at Sam. He doesn't look up at you. "Uh- I- I did."

"Well aren't you sweet," you smile up at him.

"I need to call Vanessa."

The smile is wiped from your face. "Go home, Wade!"

"But then I wouldn't get some memories I can play on repeat with my unicorn or Vanessa later."

"For fucks sake- Wade, get back here."

James lifts you over his shoulder and walks towards his room, locking the door behind him. "This makes things a lot easier." He sets you down.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I planned on calling you and asking if you wanted to go out."

"If I say yes," you trace shapes on his chest, before staring at him through your lashes. "Can we stay here for the rest of the day?"

"If I say yes, will you stop using those eyes on me? You're killing me, doll. You know I'd say yes without that look."

You smile up at him and practically bounce as you walk away and aim for his bed.

A voice can be heard through the airvents. "So, does this mean you'd rather get ducked down than hangout with me?"

"100%"

"Cool. Just checking. Text me the details. I want to know how big."

"Wade!"

"I'm curious to see if he's a queen or a king."

"Liar."

"You've caught me but I already know."

"Go home."

"Bye kids. Use protection, unless you're into that." [And you all know what I'm talking about. Don't act like your Tumblr isn't full of those fics. Yes, I know about them too. Who do you think will write some about me?]

Wade closes the laptop he stole (from you) and sighs. “This was nice.”

You throw your boyfriend's alarm clock at him.

“Ow!”

“Go home, Wade. We’re trying to sleep.”

“Doll, what’s tumblr?”

“Wade you’re dead!”

Wade’s screaming alerts the rest of the compound.

“Why is your friend screaming?” Steve asks you.

“He taught James something he shouldn’t have, and he knows it. GET BACK HERE, WILSON!”

“Never!”

“I hope you’re proud,” Natasha pats James’ back.

“Why are you saying it like that?”

“Your girlfriend brought home a parasite.”

“It could be worse.”

“It could be worse!?” Sam screeches.

“It could be so much worse, Sammy.”

“That’s my nickname for him. You don’t get to steal it.”

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xbruised-peachx · 1 year

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Mäuschen Ch 4.

After a bit of a break (sorry, I shifted schedules at work not to mention all my other projects I have!) chapter 4 is here. No smut, just some nice relaxing fluff :3 (also help i dont have any new renders/clips for this that fit so uh... um...)

(sure) Summary: After waiting for him to return from his work, you two can finally relax and have moment to yourselves, hopefully setting your worries aside. Word Count: 8,586 Tags: Fluff, making out, a sprinkle of angst, face reveal, this was written b4 i made the discovery abt the t-shirt being his mask don’t worry i know i’m the one that made that tiktok you dont have to mention it 🔞+ STORY Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3

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As you read the fictional war-time set book that he had readily available on his bedside table, the hours passed easily it seemed. You got up on occasion just to stretch your legs from laying on his overly firm mattress, but couldn’t complain too much from how big it was, how nicely it enveloped you. Looking over to his alarm clock, it had finally hit 5:30 pm, and your stomach would have reminded you if you didn’t check. You were thoroughly starving, the toast from this morning only lasting you until about 2 until you started feeling hunger pangs. You suppose it’s one of the unforeseen consequences of this deal; anytime he was on a mission, you would only have breakfast and dinner, if that. You assume there may be a point where he’s woken up at 5 am and just has to go, leaving you for the whole day. But maybe it’s different since he’s just a contractor.

You wondered if he’d be back soon. You didn’t even recall what time he left, but it had to be just before noon. You hoped it’d be soon since it was getting harder and harder to focus on reading. You knew though that he and Horangi were still trying to figure out something about the tape. You didn’t want to rush that, not that you could even with you being holed up in his room. And you knew they certainly weren’t going to get it figured out in a day, especially while using code words in a supply room. But the sooner the better, and the sooner he got back the better too, as it felt like your stomach was about to eat itself.

About ten minutes passed as you struggled, re-reading the same sentence as you struggled to focus, you heard a click from the door, looking up and seeing the lock turn left. It slowly opened and he peered his head in, his eyes slowly showing his smile as he met eyes with you again. You gave him a cute wave, smiling back at him as he started to walk in. He shut the door behind him, but you noted that he didn’t lock it. He let out an exhausted sigh as he slowly walked to you.

“You look so cute on my bed... so little, meine Maus.” He walked up to the side of the bed, leaning over you and putting his hands on either side of you. You blushed, averting your gaze from him as you shut the book, setting it back on the table and just as quickly meeting his eyes again.

“It’s because it’s made for you, big guy.” You smiled cheesily as you pushed yourself up slightly to meet his loom over you. You heard his breath hitch and he quickly pulled up his mask, you both knowing to come close and close the gap, kissing softly as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. He pulled away, letting out another sigh, but this time sounding relieved.

“I’ve always wanted to come back to a beautiful girl waiting for me... heheh, this still doesn’t seem real.” His voice trailed off as he brought one his hands up and placed it gently on your waist. “...Wish it was in better circumstances but I guess I can’t complain too much.” He let out a small chuckle as you smiled sweetly back at him. He rubbed his thumb up and down on the side of your stomach humming slightly to himself, almost covering the rumbling of your stomach, but he could clearly feel the vibrations as his eyes went wide. You instantly blushed, feeling embarrassed and broke your gaze from him. “Oh, Scheiße! I’m sorry, Liebling, you must be so hungry. I should’ve asked as soon as I came in.”

You smiled slightly, glad he wasn’t mad at you for not telling him sooner, but also wishing he wouldn’t blame himself for it. You met his eyes again, seeing they had now averted from you sadly. You brought your hand up to softly hold the side of his head, his gaze quickly shifting back to you. “It’s okay. Why don’t we go ahead and get some dinner then? Then we can get back and we can relax.” You smiled softly to yourself as you looked to the side, your mind wandering. “...We can actually relax.”

When you looked back at him, you could tell he was smiling at the thought too. He nodded, nuzzling his head in your hand before standing upright, letting his hand run down your arm and helping you up off the bed. You stayed holding onto his hand, walking with him as he reached the door, stopping when he did and turning to you. “I should say, even though you probably know, we can’t be... oh, what’s the word for it? I know there’s one, where we can’t kiss or do anything romantic out there...”

“No PDA?” You answered, trying to complete his thought. Public displays of affection, you knew they were very frowned upon, especially while in uniform in the military. So that made sense.

His eyes lit up as he snapped the fingers of his other hand. “That’s it! Thank you. We can’t have any PDA out there, so... I mean if you need to get anything out of your system.” His lids lowered slightly as he bent down to reach your level. You chuckled and shook your head softly, looking down to the floor then meeting his eyes again. You quickly grabbed the end of his mask and pulled it up, clashing your lips against his. He quickly reciprocated, taking his arms and wrapping them around your waist, pulling you close as instantly the kiss got more deep and passionate. You moved your lips softly against his and he slightly opened his mouth, letting his tongue just barely to lick your bottom lip. You smiled as you felt it, letting your hands run up around his neck and grabbing the nape of his neck, letting your fingers intertwine with his hair. You could feel him pull a sly smirk in the kiss as he lowered his hand to your ass, acting as a support as he suddenly stood upright, bringing you with him. You yelped as your lips pulled away instinctively. You legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as well, as he started to laugh. “Sorry, Mäuschen... gotta get some stuff out of my system too before we go.”

He quickly brought his lips back to yours as the kiss continued right where it left off, just deep as he licked your bottom lip again, asking for permission to enter as he just barely skirted the line of pushing it in. You smiled and gave him what he wanted, opening your mouth and letting your tongue meet his. He hummed delightedly in the kiss as you both let each other softly and passionately intertwine. Slowly he pulled his tongue back, ending the kiss reluctantly, but not before giving one quick peck before fully pulling back, letting his mask fall. You slowly opened your eyes, seeing him look at you sympathetically as he slowly brought you back to the floor.

“Alright... let’s go get you some food.”

You chuckled as you held his hand while he opened the door. He didn’t fight that, you imagine you two could pass it off simply as him guiding you. He turned and locked the door behind him, then turned to his left to guide you down the hall. You were surprised you were able to keep pace with him considering his much longer legs. You were walking at a normal pace to you, and you wondered if he was doing this purposefully. You looked up to him, seeing him continue to stare straight forward as he turned another corner, his hand trembling against yours slightly. It seemed he felt you look at him though as he met your gaze. For a moment his eyes looked worried but as soon as they saw your loving gaze, he returned the expression.

As you continued walking though, staring into each other's eyes, you heard more muffled voices get louder as you both slowly approached some double doors. Above it was a simple little sign that stuck out to the hallway. “Cafeteria.” You heard a sigh from him as you glanced back to him, pulling his hand away slowly.

“I’m... I’m sorry, Liebling. I want to keep guiding you by holding your hand but... I don’t want to attract more attention when we walk in.” His voice sounded sorrowful but with a lot of nervous shakes and hesitation as he spoke. His anxiety... You could imagine from the amount of people, it was making it spike more than ever for him. He probably already gets lots of stares anytime he has to duck under a door frame to get into a room.

You nodded at him, showing your sympathy for him the best you could. “I understand... I’ll just stick close behind you, okay?”

You could tell he was smiling as you answered, nodding at your suggestion. He took another deep breath and very gently opened the door. The noise of the room escaped as he very quickly ducked his way in, you following closely behind. More harsh fluorescents stung your eyes as you slowly refocused, peering at the room. Some voices stopped talking and looked at the both of you that entered. You instantly flushed, feeling embarrassed, especially as you looked down at your pajamas. You quickened your pace to meet König at the beginning of the food line. With how fast he was moving now, you knew he was holding back in the hallway. He grabbed a tray for you and him, keeping his head down as he continued down the line. It reminded you a lot of being in school, all the food lined out for you to choose, but nothing too interesting honestly. On yours, you put a slice of turkey, some gravy, and some string beans. Normally, you would think potatoes would go great with this but after yesterday, you weren’t sure if you’d eat potatoes for a while. On his he had meatballs with some sort of brown sauce on them, potatoes, and a roll. The roll sounded good but it seemed he took the last one. He glanced over to you right as you were looking at his roll, wondering if he would split it with you.

“D-did you want this?” His voice came out choked as he spoke with a hushed tone. You looked up at him, seeing he was completely avoiding eye contact with you. You could feel it too though, what was making him feel even more anxious. The few stares that were still directed at you two. It made your anxiety shoot up too. You nodded softly, but thought for a moment he wouldn’t see it. Just as you were about to speak, he quickly took the roll and put it on your tray. You looked up at him and smiled, not wanting to attract any more attention, you just simply mouthed to him a thank you. You assumed he saw it as his gaze averted even more to the side as he continued down the line.

Grabbing two water bottles, he was easily able to hold both with one hand while holding his tray, as he picked up pace as you exited the line. You tried to keep up with him as he went for a table that was in the furthest corner, nobody at the tables surrounding it. You looked at him as you set your tray across from him, lifting his mask up to start eating quickly.

“We have to eat here? We can’t take it to your room?” You asked with a hushed tone, watching as he snapped to look at you, but quickly darted back to his food, looking down.

“Yeah... some people have brought their food to their room and forgot to take it out after so, it's banned. We all have to eat here.”

You nodded, understanding. “I guess that makes sense... still kind of dumb though.”

He remained silent in response. You were hoping talking a little would ease his nerves a little, but you could still feel his leg bounce, slightly shaking the table as you started to eat. You watched him curiously as he continued to eat, pulling his mask up and wolfing his food down quickly.

“You always keep that mask on, huh? Even when you're eating?”

He finally locked eyes with you for a moment. You couldn’t quite tell his expression, his brain seeming overwhelmed to the point he couldn’t even think of which one to express. “I... Y-yeah, I don’t like people looking at me. At least this hides me somewhat, even when I have to pull it up.”

You shrugged your shoulders as you took a bite of your roll he kindly gave you. “Now, I mean this in the nicest way possible... but I think people look at you more because you're wearing the mask. Having to pull it up to eat kind of draws more attention than eating like normal.”

He nodded, his eyes going to the side as he started to dip his spork in the remaining sauce from his entree. “You’re right... but they still aren’t looking at me. They’re looking at a mask that’s over me. That’s all they can associate with me. But I know I’m more than this,” he tugged at his mask as he brought the utensil up to his mouth, “so they’re just looking at my mask. Not me. If you get what I’m saying...” He glanced over to you, watching for your reaction as you continued to eat your roll, mulling over his words in your head a bit confused. “...No one here has seen my face, so they don’t even know me. The only me they know is König, the tall guy with the sniper hood on all the time. They are only looking at a part of me... Besides, I find it kind of comforting to wear now, I don’t even think of it most of the time.”

You nodded, kind of understanding what he was getting at. Sure, it wasn’t the healthiest coping mechanism but it at least helped him. You just wondered what he’d be like when he wasn’t deployed or got out of the military, what he would do then. You figured it’s something he would probably figure out by the time that happened, or at least, with how he worried about things, it’s probably something he’s thought of too.

He sat silently as he ate his potatoes, not looking at you much as you continued to eat as well. String beans weren’t your favorite but at least it was better nutrients than yesterday. You noticed just how fast he ate though, easily outpacing you and making you realize probably why he got so big growing up. You looked over to your half finished roll, you had set it aside as you got a bit tired of the flavor, but saw him still just about done with dinner while you had barely reached the halfway point. You gently place the half of the roll on his tray, returning the favor when he gave you it. He looked down at it wide eyed and confused before catching your gaze again.

“You don’t have to, darl-” He stopped mid sentence, doing a faux clearing of his throat. Clearly, he didn’t even want to have that public display of affection, but you suppose it wasn’t bad to be too cautious. Besides, he peppered you with enough pet names in private to last you a lifetime. “You should have it, you’re the one who hasn’t eaten all day.”

“I had toast this morning... Besides, I guess I just have a smaller stomach than you.”

He let out a little laugh, and with him lifting his mask up to eat, under the shadows you could barely catch a glimpse of his smile. It was cute, wide and a little asymmetrical, going to his left a little more, giving him an almost permanent smirk. “I... don’t think that’s how that works. Please,” he put the roll back on your tray, meeting your eyes again, “I appreciate it but I’m a big boy... I’ll be fine without a roll tonight.”

He leaned back to his seat, you hadn’t even noticed how close he had gotten to you, making your blush as you realized it. Quickly you glanced around the room, just to make sure no one saw. It seemed finally people diverted their attention to their own tables, in their own conversations and meals. When you looked back to König, you noticed he had done the same, glancing around the room to make sure people had stopped watching you two.

You finished up your roll and string beans, just enjoying the presence of him in silence, knowing he didn’t really want to attract any more attention by keeping up a conversation. He had already finished his meal, so he was just watching you, his elbows on the table as he rested his face against his interlaced fingers. Though, he probably wasn’t actually watching you, as you noticed his eyes not really move much, and rather was probably just spaced out. When you finally noticed he was focused on you again, that’s when he spoke.

“What do you like for snacks? Something more sweet or something like chips?”

You paused as you thought about the random question. “I think it depends on my mood really... I can go either way.”

“Any particular thing you like? From both those categories.”

“Um...” you were a bit taken back by the random questions, but noticed his posture as he was about to get up. You glanced behind yourself, looking at the variety they had available here. “...I guess the Lay’s Wavy and those little chocolate cakes with the frosting in the middle.”

He nodded and stood up in silence. You just watched as he walked away again at a fast pace, going through the line as you took one of the final few bites of your turkey. Once he returned, he had a small package that he had already opened. You looked at the little snack cake in his hand that he had already eaten half of.

“...I thought you said you didn’t like American sweets,” you said light-heartedly, attempting to hide the goofy smile that was creeping on your face. “But, you're eating a twinkie?”

He shrugged his shoulders while grabbing his tray and yours, starting to walk to the trash, holding out the package in his other hand. You took his offer, grabbing the other little cake that came in the package. He had finished his in two bites, letting him throw away the wrapper as he set the trays on the already started stack on top of the garbage. He turned on his heel, patting your back as he started walking forward, encouraging you to walk alongside him. You did as you took another bite of your treat, taking one last look around the room. You didn’t notice anyone looking at you two as you left at first, but then caught a glimpse of a familiar face... well... mask and sunglasses, looking in your direction. You gave him a small wave goodbye as you two left through the doors.

You had finished your twinkie as you both reached his dorm door. Wiping the crumbs on your pants, you were reminded of how you told him you needed new clothes. Right as he pulled his keys out, you spoke up, “König, remember how I said I wanted a change of clothes?”

He looked back at you wide eyed. “Scheiße! I do... damn it...” He paused, bringing his hand to his mouth as he looked off to the side, lost in thought. “...Can we just... uh, check the lost and found? I’m sure something is there.”

You crossed your arms, giving him a bit of an annoyed look. “You don't want to talk to the girls here, do you?”

He let out an exasperated sigh, then met your eyes again, almost pleading but still looking as serious as he could. “Yeah, I really don’t want to knock on the doors and ask the girls here if they have extra clothes. It’s just... It really doesn’t sound right coming from me.” He gestured at himself, his entire tall and bulky figure.

“I can do most of the talking, I’m sure they’ll understand if I ask.”

“Can we please just... do this another day, Liebling?” His voice snapped at you calmly. He very clearly didn’t want to do this... having gone through a lot today. You felt bad pressing him but... you really needed new clothes. You looked to the side, then met his gaze again. You nodded, agreeing to go at least check the lost and found.

It was just past the end of the hallway, just a large cardboard box with a paper sign above it, labeled in a permanent marker crudely. There wasn’t much to choose from, but it’s not like you could be picky considering this was basically stealing clothes. He said he’d throw them in the wash while he was working tomorrow, then get them and bring them back once he finished, but it left you wondering what you’d do for tonight. You really were tired of this shirt, it felt dirty and you hated that feeling. You figured you’d just ask him once you got back to his room.

Opening his door, you followed after him, walking past him as he shut the door behind and locked it. Letting out a huge sigh of relief, he turned around, his eyes closed as he spoke, “Endlich kann ich entspannen... Scheiße...” He spoke the curse softly under his breath as he slowly opened his eyes. They remained half lidded, exhausted but relieved as he looked at you, letting out a little laugh and shaking his head. “What a day, ja?”

You giggled softly as you took a step toward him, keeping your eyes on him as he approached as well. He was quickly and easily able to pull you toward him in a huge hug, gently squeezing you as you were enveloped by his embrace. Your smile grew on your cheeks as you returned it, though you weren’t able to encase him as much, you still tried your best to squish his body as much as you could with your strength. You knew he was holding back while holding you, but you didn’t have to.

“I can’t even imagine the stress you’re going through right now...” His hands gently combed through your hair as you shifted from shoving your face directly into his lower chest to look up at him. “Sometimes... I think I really don’t have much to worry about, but still my brain can’t stop racing... But then I’ll stop and I’ll look at you and every worry about myself stops for a moment as I just start to worry about you, mein Mäuschen...”

Your brows furrowed as you caught his gaze shifting away from you, lost in thought. “Hey... I... We are going to get through this. I know it’s easier said than done but... don’t worry about me.” His gaze shifted back to you as you spoke, softening as he saw your expression. “As long as you're with me, to support me, I will be fine. I... I feel the same way; once I see you again, I feel my worries melt away. I just feel so at ease with you... We haven’t known each other for long but sometimes... You know, you just get that with someone, where it feels like you’ve known each other for years just from how easy it is to relax and talk with them.”

He nodded, and you were able to tell he had a soft smile creeping up his face. The way the light through the window hit him... It was just before twilight, the sun just barely starting to set but still making the room a nice amber tone. It made his already gorgeous eyes look even more beautiful, the warm tone contrasting beautifully to his cool toned eyes. “I feel the exact same, Liebling...”

His grip on you tightened as he started to lift you up. You adjusted your grip, going from wrapping your arms around his abdomen to letting them go up and around his neck as he pulled you closer. One of your hands pulled up his mask slowly as your legs wrapped around him for additional support, as the two of you brought your faces close to each other. For a moment, you stayed there, just an inch between each other as you shared bated breaths, before he gave in and closed the gap, his hand gripping your back as you pulled your body even closer to his. Your lips moved softly against his, your mouth opening to breathe, and he matched it, though you both held back, not letting your tongues slip out and instead just exchanging breaths.

Just as he started the kiss, he was the one who broke away first, slowly opening his eyes and looking at you, then shifting over to the bed. “...I hate to be a mood killer but the bed is looking really inviting now... and not even in the fun way but I just want to lay down.” He let out an awkward laugh, but let it fade out as you laughed with him. You unwrapped your legs from around him as you slowly lowered yourself, him helping as he leaned over to ease you to the ground.

“We should get into something more comfy then and just... lay down for the night. Put something on the TV and just, slowly doze off.”

He smiled as he looked at you. “That sounds wonderful...”

He had started to walk to his bed, but you gently ran your hand down his arm to his wrist. “Speaking of which though... is it possible I could just... sleep in one of your shirts for the night? I’m sorry, I know I keep going on about the clothes but just this shir-”

He cut you off by letting out a little laugh, taking a small step towards you. “Say less, my dear... My shirt might look like a dress on you but... I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

You smiled as he walked past you, turning to his dresser as you took a step back, starting to undress. You saw his gaze shift as he saw your shirt fly past him and into his hamper. You could imagine the little blush creeping up his face as he dug through his drawer. He held up a black shirt that had “Rammstein” written right on top, with the logo taking up a majority of the rest of it, all in a nice red to accent the dark tone. You definitely were going to be swimming in it. “This will work... I haven’t worn this since high school so... this is much too small for me.”

He let out a little laugh, cut short as he looked behind and saw your body again, his eyes going wide for a moment. You smiled, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you tried to remain confident. “Why’d you bring it then if it’s too small?”

He did a little clearing of his throat. He was on his knees to look in his dresser easier, but he did not switch to stand as he kept looking at you, instead slowly sliding forward. “Oh... I guess just memories. I like bringing a few pieces of home with me when I’m out of country like this.”

He looked at you, his eyes half lidded as he was right next to you. With him on his knees, he was finally your height, much easier to see you eye to eye. Gently, he grabbed your arms, lifting them up slightly to make it easier to slip your arms in. You helped him out, ducking your head under to get yourself in. As he pulled it down, he let his hands trail, outlining your body softly and delicately until he reached your lower hips. A shirt that was too small for him still went well below your pelvis, making it a very comfy nightshirt.

He wasted no time grabbing your hips and pulling you close, lifting his mask up and meeting your lips much easier at this height. You smiled and chuckled in the kiss, wrapping your arms around him as he hungrily devoured you. He was so cute when he was desperate and needy. When he broke the kiss he let out a sigh, looking deep into your eyes. “...I’m so glad you’re here, mein Mäuschen.”

You smiled, looking back at him just as lovingly. “I can say the same...” You let your hands gently drift down his shoulders and to his chest, drumming your fingers on his dark athletic jacket. “Now, I think you could switch into something more comfortable as well. I’m sure you don’t sleep with that mask on, do you?”

As you started laughing, he averted his gaze, the loving confidence in his eyes dropping as nerves took him over obviously. It made you cut your laugh short, knowing this was something that was more serious to him, spiking his anxiety.

“...Right... Y-yeah, you’re right, I don’t sleep with it on... I knew I was gonna have to take it off for you eventually... I just was putting it off in my mind I guess...”

He paused, still not looking at you and his grip on your hips faltering to just barely be resting on them. “...Are you worried I’ll not like you if I know how you look?”

He let out a big sigh, “That and nobody here has seen my face... or at least known they have... I know my head sticks out of the shower a little.” He let out a little chuckle, glancing at you a moment to gauge your reaction before returning to the floor. “I guess not showing my face kind of boosts what little confidence I have... but I can’t put it off...”

You brought one of your hands up to cup his cheek. He nuzzled into your touch, looking at you from the side as you spoke. “I promise... my opinion of you won’t change when I see your face... I’ll help you get more comfortable with it being shown, even if it’s just showing it to me. You’re helping me through this entire situation... I will return the favor, König.”

It was clear he was smiling as his gaze averted again, closing his eyes as he brought his hands to hold the one that was on his face, enjoying every second of the touch. He breathed deeply through his nose as he slowly opened his eyes, removing his hands to get himself up. “I may look a little odd too, as I still have this eye black on...” He walked over to his desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a towel, stained with other black smudges, and micellar water. He stopped for a moment as he set them on the desk and opened the drawer below, reaching into his cargo pants pockets, pulling out two bags of chips from the two on the side and three snack cakes from his regular front pocket. “...In case you get hungry while I’m gone.”

You started laughing at him pulling out so much food from his pockets, like a little Mary Poppins’ bag. You hadn’t even realized he snuck those away, though you remembered the poptart from yesterday, and it made sense how he was able to do it. As you wondered if he would be able to sneak you some more, he took a deep breath and pulled his mask from the front, letting it slide over the back of his neck as he slowly started to reveal himself. Short, messy bits of dirty blonde hair dripped over his neck. The way the light hit it, you could see very faint hints of the red, auburn tone hidden in there. He still kept his back to you, and you respected it by not peeking, though curiosity was about to kill you. He grabbed the towel, soaking it generously in the water and aggressively rubbed at his face. He put a little more water on it, folding it in half and rubbing it in a half-hearted attempt to clean it as he went in for another round, this time gently wiping using the other side of the towel.

He set the towel down and slowly, reluctantly, turned around. His eyes were closed the whole time, just barely peeking through a crack in his eye after a moment of being turned around. You saw the sliver of those beautiful blue eyes and took a step closer, wanting to see him even better. As he slowly opened his downturned eyes, you still saw the little bits of black makeup that stained his waterline, but somehow made his eyes pop more. His bushy eyebrow also remained stained slightly from the makeup as they turned up, concerned and worried as you kept looking at him in awe. His face was thinner, a slightly square jawline helping match his rather bulky frame. His nose was not quite thin, but also not wide, but from the side you could see the slight hook, the little bump of an aquiline nose. Possibly from it being broken as you saw it just barely tilt to his right. On his left, you had noticed it before when you first met him, and still felt it on occasion when kissing him; a scar going from the top left of his lip to just barely where his nostril started, but more so going onto his cheek. It wasn’t strong, but the pale skin contrasted to his surprisingly tan skin. It wasn’t like he was very tan, but for someone always covered head to toe and from Austria, he had a healthy glow to him.

His lips curled into worry as you remained silent, just looking at his face, taking in every inch of it. He opened his mouth to start to speak but you quickly silenced him, whatever bad thought he was about to voice about himself, as you brought your lips to his, kissing him deeply and passionately. He returned it just as hard, pulling your body close as he smiled softly, but seemed to fight the smile as you both continued. You pulled away, putting your hands on both sides of his face as he looked at you lovingly through half lidded eyes. Though he wasn’t the typical standard of beauty, not by a long shot, as you looked at him... those gorgeous blue eyes that always seemed to be both in bliss and hiding his broken past and thoughts.

“...Du bist sehr schön, mein König.” You were sure your German came out sounding a bit broken and stilted as you weren’t sure if you were saying the right thing. Clearly he didn’t care though as he quickly brought you to his lips again, holding you tightly against him as he hummed contently in the kiss. You smiled and laughed again as you kissed him back, loving hearing his little noises of approval as he kissed you lovingly.

“Und du bist perfekt,” he said while his lips were just barely pulled away from yours. You barely cracked your eyes open, seeing him as he looked at you with half lidded eyes, not with lust but with pure affection and tenderness. “...Mein perfektes Mäuschen.”

You pulled away slowly, taking another moment to look as he stayed smiling looking at you, but as your gaze continued his own gaze averted, looking at various places around the room and some spots on your own face and body. He did another little clearing of his throat, letting go of you as he stayed looking at the floor. “Well... now you’ve seen my face, we’ve gotten that out of the way, you should just... lay down. I’ll change myself and I’ll join you.”

You smiled as you saw him half heartedly smile at you, nodding in agreement as you turned, walking over to the bed. As you got yourself cozy under the comforters, you watched him, trying not to make it obvious as he clicked a button under the TV, turning it on. He kept his back to you as he pulled his shirt up and over. You admired the way his back muscles unintentionally flexed as he pulled it off, watching his large biceps as he tossed it into the ever growing pile of laundry. Even hearing the slight click of his belt made a spark shoot through you, though you knew you both were very exhausted and wouldn’t want to do anything tonight. Not after the day you’ve had. You watched him chuck his cargo pants over to the pile, letting out a little laugh as it slid slowly off the pile. He laughed as well, glancing back at you as he started walking to his dresser.

“Guess it’s a good thing I have to do laundry for you anyway, huh?”

You wanted to respond with something smart or cute, but just sat there, mouth slightly agape as you looked at his figure stunned. It was just as you felt through his clothes, muscular, but not fully chiseled. His pecs were huge and though his waist was smaller, it was only slightly as it led to defined abs. It complimented his large stature, making him both intimidating but even more enticing. He noticed you staring as the sunset hit him just right, the dark body hair he had turning auburn as he smiled again, the lopsided smile coming out fully as he chuckled. “Do you like what you see, Liebling?”

You giggled, feeling your face instantly turn hot as you were caught staring. “Hmm... can’t say I’m complaining. It really compliments your handsome face.”

He laughed again, shaking his head as he pulled out some grey sweatpants. “I would disagree but... My body is something I am more proud of... I worked hard because, well you can imagine hitting my height as a teen suddenly made more good fodder for people to bully me. I looked like a little baby deer.” He shook his head but kept smiling, memories coming back to him. “So, I wanted to even everything out. It helped the bullying stop, especially once I actually got into the military and could leave.”

“I think anyone bullying someone of your height has to be real stupid.” You chuckled, trying to reassure him.

“Oh, trust me... I was no pushover, I made sure they regretted it... Besides, that’s the only way they respected me. Seeing me fight back... they didn’t talk to me because they were scared. But that also meant they didn’t want to talk to me to mock me.” He shrugged his shoulders, brushing off his violent past as he pulled up his pants. Admittedly, hearing about his past, though it didn’t surprise you, still made you a little anxious. You worried about him possibly getting into something that was way over his head. Sometimes he seemed cocky, but sometimes with you he’d be reserved. You were sure on the field he would be way more confident.

“Is that why you joined? Does fighting make you feel more confident?” You tilted your head as you looked at him, walking over to the bed slowly as he thought it over in his head.

“Maybe... I don’t think of it that way but maybe somewhere in the back of my mind it does. I more so joined because it gave my fighting a purpose. It distracts me from everything else on my mind, I have to focus on what’s ahead of me or...” He paused, you both thinking the same grim thought. “...So, if it’s one of the few things I’m good at, why not hone in on it.”

He smiled softly as he sat on the edge of the bed. Though the bed was huge, his frame did take up quite a bit of it. You figured you two would just have to get close, not that you were complaining. He still had no shirt on, probably you had taken his last one since he needed to do laundry soon. Or maybe that was just a convenient excuse he was taking so he could have you even closer to him, to feel you on his own skin. He lifted the covers, scooting in to lay behind you, then pulled them back over. While his arm was over you, he propped himself up slightly, leaning over you to grab the remote. He left his arm draped over you as he started clicking through the channels.

“They don't give you any streaming services, huh?” You were trying to think of the last time you had to flip through channels to find something to watch.

“Heheh, no... one, I think someone could track us if they found whatever WiFi we were on and two, can you imagine how expensive it would be to get some ultimate account that could accommodate everyone here?”

You laughed slightly. “True but... I’m sure a company like this has the funds for it. But the WiFi thing you said is also a good point.”

He continued flipping through the channels, eventually looping back through until he stopped at some variety of cooking show with Gordon Ramsey. Based on the split kitchen, it was some Hell’s Kitchen re-run. He leaned back over you again, putting the remote down but slowed for a moment as he pulled back. He stayed there, slightly hovering and leaning over you. You gave him a small side glance, seeing him smiling as his cheeks were slightly red, turning slightly more as he noticed you caught him, but his smile did not fade.

“Du bist einfach so schön...” He brushed your hair behind your ear and continued to comfortably lay back, letting that arm settle right on your waist, his thumb gently rubbing your stomach through the shirt.

“I was going to ask...” You turned your head slightly to look at him the best you could while keeping your back to him. “I said schön earlier but that means, like, pretty or beautiful, right? Is there a word like handsome where like... it’s more masculine?”

He chuckled and you smiled, feeling his chest rumble against your back. “Well, I don’t mind you calling me schön. It’s pretty gender neutral but I guess the closest equivalent is hübsch. But they both mean the same thing.”

“I mean, pretty and handsome do in concept too but guys generally prefer not being called pretty.”

“I haven’t been called either so... I don’t care what you call me, I’m just happy you think that about me at all.”

Hearing that made you feel pity for him. You were sure people before could just look at his eyes, see how gorgeous they are, and thought it to themselves. Though they would never say it, intimidated by the rest of his form. “Speaking of calling you things and German, what are some pet names you’ve always wanted to be called? You’re always calling me Maus, Mäuschen, Liebling... I’m sure there’s ones you’ve heard and thought would be nice to hear.”

He hummed softly, thinking to himself. His fingers drummed softly on your side. You let your hand drop slowly, letting it rest on top of his hand and your fingers interlacing in between his. You felt him smile as he pressed his lips onto the back of your head, giving you a gentle peck and sighing softly. “Hmm... well you can call me Liebling too. That would be nice, especially coming from your lips... I think I’ve called you Schatz before. I don’t use it too much myself though. If you want an equal to Maus, Bär is one that’s common back home. It just means bear.”

“So, you’ve said chen makes a word mean small right? So if I called you Bärchen...”

He laughed heartily. It seemed like most times he held back his real, bigger laughs, but when he let them loose you loved it. It made you smile and laugh as well, hearing him filled with joy. “I mean, you’d be wrong describing me. But your German is correct. Du machst das gut, mein Liebling.” He brought his other hand that he was using to rest his head to yours, gently brushing your hair behind your ear as he let his fingers run through it. He let it rest above your head as he propped himself up, hovering above you and staring down at you. You could feel it and smiled, turning yourself onto your back to meet his gaze. He was looking at you dopily, pure awe filled as he took you in like it was his first time seeing you again. “Any other German you’d like to know, mein Mäuschen?”

You pulled your lips together as you thought, wondering if you should go with something that may be useful or something a bit more cheeky. “I is ich... want is...?”

“Will.” You loved the way he nearly bit his lip as it softly dragged against his top teeth saying the sound of the W.

“And to? Like ‘I want to...’?”

“It’s included with the will, no additional word is needed.”

You felt the way his hand wiggled his fingers against yours, still gently resting on your stomach and comforting you even more. “Kiss?”

His lids lowered as his smile increased. “Küssen.”

You smiled back as the blush on your cheeks brightened, thinking about the last word you had to learn. “You?”

He let out a little laugh as he leaned closer to you, leaving a few inches between your faces. “In this case, it’d be dich... but the word order will be different, so ich?”

He looked at you expectantly, the silence signaling he wanted you to repeat. “Ich.”

“Will... dich... küssen...” You repeated after him every word, smiling as it felt odd to be speaking another language. But him returning the joy made you feel better as you were actually saying it right. “Now put it together... say it faster...”

“Ich will dich küssen...” Your cheeks beamed as they grew hotter, especially as his eyes started to dart again, from meeting yours to watching your lips speak his native language.

“Und ich will dich auch küssen...” Before you could ask what auch meant, he brought his lips to yours, quickly closing the gap as your fingers interlaced and gripped his hand while kissing passionately. He let his other hand slip under your neck, pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your other arm around his neck in response to him pulling you up slightly, pulling yourself even closer. He gripped back with the hand that was holding yours, picking it up and gently putting it beside your head and holding it there, pinning you in place. As you started to smile, he slipped his tongue out, licking across your bottom lip, as if gently asking permission again. You let your mouth open slightly, letting your tongue meet his as you felt his grip tighten. His breath was hot on your cheek as he puffed out of his nose, letting his tongue explore deeper in your mouth. Slowly he pulled away, opening his eyes just as slow as his grip loosened, meeting your eyes again. “...Ich will dein Alles sein.”

You giggled as he immediately nuzzled into your neck, not even kissing, just attacking your neck with his face gently. Though he was clean shaven for the most part, you could still feel the little bits of facial hair tickle you. “What does that mean? You want...?”

“I want to be your everything,” he said breathily into your neck. “It’s so hard to describe how I feel about you, Liebling. I haven’t felt like this before in my life... Every part of me wants to protect you, care for you, make sure you're happy before anything else.” He leaned up again, looking into your eyes and just staring for a good moment. It was like he was completely awe stuck as he looked at you, mouth slightly agape. He took his hand out from under your neck and gently brushed through your hair. “...I want to do everything I can so I can wake up every morning and see this beautiful, smiling face looking at me with as much love as you are right now...”

You felt heat crawl up your face as you were called out for your own lovestruck look. You couldn’t help it as those crystalline eyes looked at you, shifting slightly as he took in the sight of you under him, the feeling of your hair between his fingers. It was true, he probably never felt this way before. He was so used to resorting to violence that feeling so soft and vulnerable around someone felt alien to him. But he was so willing to give himself to you, to enjoy this feeling he’s never had, you couldn’t help but admire and adore it... adore him even more. “Ich will dein auch Alles sein...”

He chuckled, making you blush even more knowing you messed up your German. He quickly gave you a kiss, reassuring you it was fine. “Close, meine Maus. Ich will auch dein Alles sein.”

You did a fake, over dramatic pout. “I don’t get German grammar... ‘I want also your everything be?’”

He laughed harder this time, getting off from being on top of you and laying back down behind you. “You’ll get it eventually, my darling. I know it’s hard but I’ll help you get through it. Now come on,” he took his muscular arm and draped it over you, pulling you in close to him again, “into my arms.”

You smiled widely and turned back on your side, scooting yourself into his loving embrace. He gave you a strong squeeze before releasing, letting out a relaxed breath as you settled in. “I always dreamed of having a beautiful girl in my arms while I dozed off... It’s even more relaxing when it’s real.”

You smiled, you could say the same, finding it hard not to just close your eyes and rest while wrapped in his arms, his body warm and comforting like a blanket in itself. You took both your arms and pulled them under and around his forearm, hugging it close to you. You gave in, shutting your eyes and taking in the whole feeling of him, hugging his arm like a teddy bear. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of your head before resting his chin on your head, keeping you very close to his body. You felt a shift behind you, the sounds of chefs screaming stopping. You cracked your eye open to see the TV off, darkness taking over the room. All you could feel was the little puffs of air from his nose as he breathed, his chest rising and falling, and the subtle beat of his heart. You nuzzled against him one final time, letting the relaxation take you as you fully fell asleep with him.

Translations! Endlich kann ich entspannen... Scheiße...- Finally, I can relax... fuck... ...Du bist sehr schön, mein König.- You are very beautiful, my König. Und du bist perfekt.- And you are perfect. ...Mein perfektes Mäuschen.- ...my perfect Mäuschen. Du bist einfach so schön...- You are just so pretty... Du machst das gut, mein Liebling.- You are doing well, my darling. Und ich will dich auch küssen...- And I want to kiss you too...

#könig #könig x reader #konig #konig x reader #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #könig mw2 #mw2 #mw2 x reader #Mäuschen

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littleracha · 11 months

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Hey hey heyyy

If your requests are still open, can i please request a cg!skz scenario (individually if possible) with littles who have had bad experience of physical abuse at some point in life and flinch easily but they comfort them with something like "its okay little one, papa isn't going to hurt you, papa isn't mad" if that's okay with you? Thankyou so much hope you have a great day/ night ahead !!! ❤❤❤

Okay, this request has been sitting awhile and I apologize so much. As a survivor of abuse, this request really meant a lot to me and I wanted to spend some time on it.

Thank you so much for the ask, sweet duckling.

CG! OT8 Stray Kids with Trauma Little

(tw for past abuse)

Bang Chan

Chan hates being stressed out

He hates it even more when it affects you

This comeback has been hard, the music genre while fun is completely different

Make it difficult for him to write and produce on the deadline

So when he woke up and couldn't find his laptop he lost it

You didn't mean to be a brat, you just were pulling a cute little prank. One you've done a million times before

But when Chan came into your bedroom red-faced instead of humored, you got scared

"Where is it y/n, I don't have time for games today"

Daddy never used your real name...

You got up to slow for his liking and he barked

"Hurry up!"

You flinched at the loud sound. It brought back a flood of bad memories and you froze in place

Which scared you even more knowing he wanted you to be quick

You aren't sure how he ended up in front of you but gentle hands cupped your face

"Little cub, oh baby. Daddy didn't mean to yell, he'd never yell on purpose. Oh, cubby come here. Daddy would never hurt you okay?"

He called off work for the rest of the day so he could hold you and remind you that he would never let anything hurt you, even himself.

Lee Know

It was one of those days for Minho

It wasn't a bad one but it wasn't good either

Everything little seemed to be getting on his nerves

All he wanted was to come home and put his mind on something else

He pulled the pots and pans out to make you both dinner

He thought putting his focus on making something really nice might calm him down a bit

He wasn't expecting you to wake up from your nap early

You came toddling in with stuffie and blanket in tow

He gave you a soft smile and went back to work

After naps, you were usually cuddly and wanted Noona's attention

You walked up next to him and looked into the pan that was frying up some pork belly

You reached out to snag a piece when all of a sudden the oil popped and burned you

You pulled back with a shirking cry and held your hand. Teary eyes looked up at your Noona

"Baby go away! I'll get you when it's ready!" Minho snapped and shooed you away with his hand

What he didn't expect was the flinch that followed. Then you ran

He immediately turned everything off and came looking for you

He found you hiding under the blankets on the bed

"Little kitten Noona didn't mean to scare you" he cooed softly while removing the blankets

"Oh kitty cat, come here. I am so sorry I scared you like that. You know I'd never hurt you little one. Even if Noona is mad he would never hit you. Promise me you know that" Tears started to well in his own eyes now

"I promise Noonie"

"Thank you, baby. Now why don't you come help me finish dinner, kitten? Think you can do that?"

Changbin

Binnie and you were playing a game of ‘Hide and Seek’

It had all been fun until Binnie actually couldn’t find you

He looked in the living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom

Even places that were off-limits like the studio and backyard

His anxiety started to peak after 10 minutes

Bin knows nothing bad could have happened

But he was worried you might be stuck and needed him

If he didn’t find you soon then maybe you'd begin to panic

He made his way into the home gym, somewhere you never go without him

He has made it very clear this room can be dangerous without Dada

So when he saw a tiny foot sticking out from behind the closed treadmill he was shocked

“Baby! You need to get out of there right now”

He pulled you out, not hard, never hard. He knew his strength. It was more of a soft suggestion of a tug

But the voice and the physical touch were enough to trigger something in you from your past

“sorry dada,” you said softly as you backed away to the wall, refusing to make eye contact

Changbin felt awful, he knew about your past and the last thing on earth he wanted to do is make you relive it

“Bunny! Dada isn’t mad! See” he puts on a big exaggerated smile making you giggle

“Dada is just upset he lost the game! The baby bun is just so good at hiding. You know what you get for winning baby?” you tilted your head

“Bear hugs!” Binnie suffocated you in a tight hug.

“Baby bun, Daddy will always protect you. Forever.” He whispered to you

Hyunjin

Mother's Day is coming up and you wanted to make something special for your Mama

One of your favorite activities together is Mama and Little One art studio

Hyunjin sets up the entire studio into a painting and crafts for two

He will have little stations set up and will walk through each one of them with you

So what better way to celebrate Mother's Day than a studio set up by baby

You decided on three stations

A painting one where you two will paint your favorite memory

A Card making one where you both can make Mother's days cards

and finally a photoshoot studio!

You collected all of your dress-up clothes and some of Jinnies best outfits

Then you grab paper and pens out of the office for the card studio

All that was left to do was the paint station...which meant going into Mama's big studio

You knew you needed Mama's permission to get it but it would ruin the surprise

After some contemplation, you decided it was important to get good paint!

You snuck in quickly and grabbed all the paint you could in one go

You were almost out until you tripped and dropped all the paint

Thankfully it landed on the tarp...or that was what you thought

Then you saw some red paint splashed on Hyunjin's painting for his mom...

You tried to wipe it off but it honestly made it worse

Your soft tears turned into fat sobs as you heard the front door open

"Little Painter? Honey? Why is the living room so messy" Hyunjin called out softly, not mad but curious

He saw this studio door open and instantly knew where you were hiding

His heart shattered as you stood in the middle of the room sobbing and covered in paint.

However, he was done for when you stepped back as he stepped in

Jin got down on his knees and opened his arms in a sign of peace

"Come here little muse, mama isn't mad. Mama just wants to make sure you are okay"

He held you tight once you entered his arms

"Mama...I ruined painting" you pointed

"Oh, little painter! Mama was stuck on what to add! A red rose would be perfect, you even started it for me. Now if I wasn't confused I think there is a studio night waiting for us. Come on my little artist. Mama loves you"

Han

Han woke up in a state of anxiety and he just wanted to be home

He wanted to curl up in bed and watch Anime with his little one

To relax and nap with his baby

To ignore the world and all of its troubles. To be with his happiness

So when he opened the door to loud music, bubbles, paint, toys everywhere, and a messy little one

He broke down

Not at you. He would never break down at you. You always helped him cheer up

It was just the overstimulation of the situation

"OPPA!!!!" You yelled and he cringed at the volume

"Oppa play with me! Play Dinosaurs! Be Rexie, Oppa!"

"Little sprite, please quiet down"

But you were too hyper to listen

"Oppa, I miss youuuuuuuu," you say hanging off of your Oppa's arm

The pulling was too much, the touch was overwhelming

He yanked his arm back and closed his eyes to collect himself

When he opened them again he found you shaking and sitting on the floor

"Sorry Oppa, I was bad. I sorry!" You cried

The whines were a lot for him but he needed to push through to help you

"My Ponyo, little fishy. Oppa wasn't going to hit you"

"But I bad"

"Baby you are never bad! Never ever my sweet baby. Oppa is having an icky day. You remember when we talked about big icky days" You nodded

"Well Oppa is having an icky day"

"Oppa says icky days means sounds n touch can be too much, Oppa feels that?" it was Han's turn to nod

"Oppa go relax?"

"Only if my Totoro goes with me"

Felix

Mommy Lixie wanted to make brownies for the big party you two were hosting later

It was a celebration of all the boy's hard work

So while you were running errands for supplies

Felix got to baking

What Felix was not aware of was that you had begun to slip while you were at the store

There were too many people and the employees were mean when you asked for help

You wanted to prove to Felix you could be a big kid and do these tasks for him

You wanted to show that you could have a party and not get overwhelmed

But now you wanted to walk through the door and snuggle with your mommy while he pet your hair

That wasn't the case though

You opened the door to Felix immediately asking you to do more stuff

"Hey love, when you get the groceries put away can you set the table? Maybe start the punch bowl as well, I want the pretty ice. Oh also---" And on and on he went with a list of tasks

You wanted to break down but you needed to be strong for Mommy---You mean Felix

You jumped to a start when the alarm to the oven when off

That was the final straw, the sound scared you straight into little space

"Darling, can you grab those? Im hanging up the streamers"

"Yes, Mo-Yes Lixie!"

You were too small to use the oven, did you even remember how?

You opened the door and reached in for the freshly baked pan of brownies

On contact, you yelped out loud and dropped the pan.

Felix came running in

"Y/n, WHAT HAPPENED"

All you could do was hold your hand and cry

You saw the brownies on the floor and immediately jumped up to fix your mistake

But arms picked you up instead

"Shhhhhh you need to breathe little one. Follow Mommy's breathing. In and Out."

When you got your air back you began to tell Mommy how sorry you were

"Oh, my pixie Mommy would never be mad! He should have noticed you were a little baby. Let Mommy look at your hand baby"

He bandaged you up and kissed it better.

A text was sent to the group chat letting the boys know you were feeling small which was met with a bunch of excited Uncles

"I think these brownies will taste better if we make them together, baby fairy"

Seungmin

Seungmin and you were friends for many years before he became your caregiver

After he found you relapsing into bad memories from your past

Once he calmed you down he met your eyes and something seemed different

You seemed younger, happier, and carefree

You explained the next morning about regression and he instantly wanted to be your caregiver

The issue is...he still was your best friend

You two bully each other relentlessly

That is just the love language you shared

Normally it would be fine but today was different

You were feeling small but couldn't bring yourself to tell him

It wasn't his fault he was hurting your feelings, how could he have known

"Of course, you would find the ugly bug cute. It looks just like you!"

"No, we aren't going to play Mario Kart, you'll just lose and be upset"

"I'm not dealing with a crybaby tonight"

That was the one that brought all the memories back

"Y/n, look you are already crying! wait...hun...you are crying. Why are you crying?"

"Minnie, sorry you have to deals with me"

He knew he messed up. Jumps straight into caregiver mode

"NO NO NO! Little Pup you are not something I have to deal with! I love you so much puppy. Oh, Minnie was just being a big mean bully, wasn't he? The meanest bully around."

You nodded with a giggle and he smiled

"I think it is only fair you get to say something back. Hit me with the best you got, Puppy"

You thought for a bit

"You look like a stick bug!"

"I deserved that pup. But you, my little one" he picked you up. "You never deserve to hear such mean words. Remember you are my favorite thing in the whole world"

I.N.

Tonight was movie night with Jeongin

He had a feeling you were going to be small so he set up an entire fairy garden living room

He hung up lights, spread out blankets, made snacks, and even had a sippy of fairy milk ready to go

When you showed up he changed you into a new pair of fairy jammies and got you cuddly in front of the tv

Of course, tonight's film was Tinkerbell

You were so excited, you couldn't sit still

The fairies were so pretty and magical!

"Innie Innie Innie!"

"Yes, my little kit?"

"You be an animal fairy!"

"Tell me why sweetie"

You went on to explain exactly why Jeongin would be an animal fairy without ever taking your eyes off the tv

"My little Tinkerbell, would you like your stuffy?" He asked because he saw you fidgeting with the carpet

A hum of approval was all you gave

I.N. decided your Neverbeast plush would be the most appropriate

"Baby heads up" Innie called out before tossing the stuffed animal toward you

It was a soft throw but you weren't paying attention so the monster jumping toward you triggered a fearful yelp

You looked towards Innie for comfort but then you noticed he was the one who threw the beast towards you

"Innie" Your voice stumbled "why innie"

Before a single tear could fall he was at your side pulling you into his lap

He hated how tense you felt in his arms

"Little Fox, Innie didn't mean to scare you! He thought it would be fun to surprise you with your plushie baby"

"Why Innie throws it at me? I promise I no watch movies"

"No little one! Innie wasn't punishing you for watching the movie. He thinks you are being the most adorable little one in the world! He should have thought about it before throwing it. You know Innie would never ever hit you, promise Innie you know that foxy"

"I promise Innie, just scared me"

"I know baby, I won't do it again" he brought you in for the biggest hug

"Innie...I no see the movie"

"Oh I'm sorry baby, here sit in Innie's lap and we will watch together" He got you settled in with a blanket. "Who is the yellow one honey?"

#kpop agere #age regression #stray kids age regression #kpop age regression #agere #stray kids agere #skz agere #skz age regression #stray kids

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 2 years

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Blindfold Me: The Party

Part 2. After all that, y'all still have the Halloween Party. Kinktober submission @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Pairing: Erik x Reader

Tags: Smut, Size Kink, Exhibitionism, Roleplay, Queening, Knife-play

An idea strikes from nowhere and who's gonna stop you? Erik? He isn't thinking about you in particular, he's driving you back to the Cheesecake Factory parking lot so you can drive your car and follow him home. He's very cute in his absentmindedness. He's watching the road and doesn't notice you watching the minor things he does, those tiny habits that are sexy for no reason. It's the way he leans driving one-handed with his other elbow in the window. It gives you the space to fish Lil Erik Jr out and frisk him, make him feel real nice before you choke him. Big Erik likes that, but there's something you haven't tried.. another way to pleasure Big E and torture Lil E. You sauce-board him. Erik jumps in his seat, but he can launder his pants. He's changing clothes at home anyway. You dip the head of his penis in cilantro sauce, swirling it around the rim of the plastic cup and sucking it off with a pop, chasing it with a bite of samosa, amused at his face, like he's traumatized.

"You fuckin booger, my dick is not a samosa."

You put them side by side. "Could've fooled me.. the samosa bigger."

"I hope they have good music at this party. I'm a kick Meech's ass when we get there."

He switches hands on the wheel, swatting out like a parent which leads to you both slapboxing with him mushing and grabbing your face, fake choking you while you pop his arm and pinch him. He knows he's not small. You know he's not small.

When you get in your own car, you call him.

"You need music for that?"

"My theme music. Every queen deserves her own theme music."

"I hope he didn't cheap on liquor. If so we need to pre-game."

"Let's pre-game," you agree, getting another masterful idea for a cocktail. He grabs your arms in the doorway of the house before you can close the door and pulls them behind your back, cuffing them quickly. "Erik," you stare from over your shoulder and back at the neighbors' houses across the street. "Be real. It's still broad daylight and families live here." They always walk and sit out on porches.

He bends you over and pushes your dress up, hooking his knuckles in the seat of your panties and pushing the head of his dick against your opening. No one's outside but they could still be watching through windows.

"Dave has a ring camera," you gasp as he holds your weight up by your throat with two hands. Your feet spread for balance as he pushes inside, spreading your walls apart with his width.

"It's fine," he whispers.

"Fuck, daddy." His pumps stay shallow teasing those nerves just inside the entrance that trigger your lazy eye. "He's gonna see this," you sigh picturing the footage in his hands as Erik slides deeper, your walls hugging him tight. "We can't do this out here."

"It's fine. He'll jack off and not say shit, watch." He slides back and squishes in again as a car drives by.

"Erik!" Your ass hits his stomach.

"Oh, that turn you on? Nasty bitch. That pussy getting wetter."

With arms tied behind you, you moan as he bounces you up and down his length, your kitty suctioning him and squishing with every stroke. Another car drives by, a neighbor further down and you hope they don't call the police.

"Move ya hips, like a lil neighborhood porn star slut. Fuck me."

His hands still grip your neck for leverage. You swivel your hips as he digs in your gut, moving one hand under your dress to rub your clit.

"Now everyone gonna know how we get down," he says in your ear. "Lil slut bitch and her daddy. You happy?" His full lips rest on your ear, his dick filling you completely. "You a happy lil slut?" He hisses and groans, stroking your nub. "It's ok, tell me."

"Fuck, yes daddy..," you moan biting your lip and feeling full, your kitty squeezing as you concentrate on keeping your balance. "Oh god don't stop don't stop, it's right there," you pant.

"Don't cum. Don't you cum, baby.. Hold it in.. Hold it in, baby.."

"Fuhuuck!" You laugh trying to hold it as it attempts to burst free. He stops rubbing but keeps giving those deep strokes.

"Yeah baby? Hold it for me. You like this dick? You like it?"

"I love it, daddy, can I cum?"

"Good lil slut, not yet," he squeezes your neck. You don't want him to stop but if he doesn't-

"Shit. I'm reaching my Iimit."

"My dick small?" He thrusts into you. "Tell me how small that dick is baby."

You look back and up at him as he chokes you and you laugh still impaled and panting. You knew he'd get you back. He's 9 inches. 9 delicious beefy inches and each one is hiked up your pulsing sopping wet pussy. "I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna cum.."

"Answer me," he growls, rubbing you again.

"Fuck. Big, daddy. Your dick is so big and juicy in that tight lil pussy, shit. Please can I cum?"

"Cum..," he hums in approval. "Wet ass pussy. That's a good girl." His fingers go straight in your mouth rubbing on your tongue. "You gonna be a good lil girl for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy." you nod.

"Shut the door. No, you gonna be baaad tonight. At the party. Daddy like his lil bitch wicked. Now get on your knees and taste that mess you made on this big dick." He moans as you kiss up his shaft and lick it. "Put it in ya mouth. Eat this dick up."

You suck the first three inches, salivating and licking up the spit that drips down his shaft, spitting it back on the top and pushing it with your mouth. "Cum in my mouth," you direct watching him bite his lip as you keep sucking for your own pleasure.

"You want me to cum, baby?"

"Mm," your lashes bat.

"Mm. You deserve a lil candy for Halloween. Go head, suck that cum out my dick."

You suck until it it spits back, leaking semen and you suck some more, swallowing and licking his tip until he pulls it away and kisses you sweetly on the lips. He removes the cuffs and you stretch your arms.

"Pre-game," he whispers leading the way into the kitchen. You both need to change clothes, but there's time. You have hours.

"Pregame!" You sit two shot glasses on the counter and mix coconut rum, melon liqueur, pineapple juice, and grenadine while he watches intrigued. You shake it in a tumbler with ice and pour it into the glasses. "It's called a lick my pussy," you smirk raising your glass. His brow raises as you toss it back.

"Bet," he sucks his fingers, the same ones that were on your clit. "Tastes so fuckin good," moans chasing with the shot. It makes your pussy twitch again.

"Boy go get the plant and the grass seed out the trunk!"

"Fine," he laughs heading out. "Pour me another shot I'm tryna be fucked up tonight."

You wait until he gets back to ask, "How we gonna get back if both of us drunk because I'm a be fall off the bone drunk."

"I'll schedule a ride now and we'll be ready to leave at.. what time you think, 12:30ish?"

"Party starts at at 9. That works for me." You raise your glass toasting his that still sits on the table in a clink and tossing it back. Once the safety car is booked, he takes his shot too. "I can't get too drunk before I do my makeup, I'm a look like shit. One more," you pour it up taking it up with you to shower, do your skin routine once more, and start your Akasha makeup with Renaissance on shuffle. It's about the smooth buttery glowing skin with no imperfections. You go full coverage. You build your smoky eye and use your Fenty Trophy Wife for the bright golden highlight, a whiter highlight in your eye corner. Akasha's signature eyebrow and eyeliner combo is done with black eyeliner pen and perfected with gel liner on a thin brush. You put on your fake fangs and take your shot before applying lipstick. Erik uses the shower while your stuff is all over the sink. The lips require contouring and a coral liner/lipstick overlapped with a rosy gloss. You switch wigs to a sleek long and black glueless unit and cover the hairline with Akasha's crown.

Erik stinks up the bathroom taking a shit so you wiggle past his knees leaving your mess of makeup and brushes on the sink. You put on your costume and spray yourself with body oil and highlighting mist. You've nailed the look, you even move your arms like Akasha in the bedroom mirror.

"I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew," you respond to his stare.

Erik is impressed but you wave him off with a lie that he smells like shit. "Why'd you wait until after you showered to shit.. you stanky ass boy."

"Can't help when nature calls."

You watch as he turns himself into a loc'd version of a vampire killer in a black bulletproof vest with silver colored clasps in front and black pants, already looking fine. You want to bite him as he pulls on a long leather Matrix jacket with matching gloves. His cosplay elevates with a black clasp belt, black sunglasses, and clunky punk boots. Thanks to Dave, he's got his hands on a sexy long saber that he waves around like he thinks he's on a movie set. A very sexy sleek sword.

"Ok stop playing with your sword," you smirk, "And let's go get another drink. I know just the one." You grab two small glasses and pour ice, crown royal vanilla, and a can of cherry coke between both. "I don't care how good this party is, it would've been better with me bartending, he don't know I'm that bitch. You better tell him."

Erik sighs, "Aye.. you still got that..???" His brow raises. "That peach cobbler.."

"Oh hell yeah," you run back up the stairs to grab that lube you both like. It was an amazing find. You grab the fake blood while you're at it. Maybe you'll find a use for it.

Meech's house is decorated tastefully like he had help from a woman with style which makes you and Erik wonder what woman he had to do it because he needs to keep her around. It's a red and black vibe with a fog machine, everything you wanted as a child for Halloween but now y'all grown enough to create it yourselves. Erik presents the alcohol the two of you decided to bring as a contribution. You set up a counter of shots with Grateful Dead shots for people to grab at will. It's a 90s rnb, 00s hits, and 10s hip-hop and rnb playlist that has everyone dancing and having a good time.

In the kitchen there's the real soul food: pans of chicken wingettes, ribs, fried catfish, potato salad, 2 pans of mac n cheese, collards, and salad. Erik looks at you and starts to build a plate of everything. You grab two forks. "Uh uh fix your own plate," he holds it away.

"I am Akasha, Queen of the Damned," you say channeling Aaliyah's voice in the movie. He looks visibly turned on and offers you the plate. You make him hold it for you. "You're my little simp tonight." You make him feed you until you take over and feed him back with your fork. Then you both take decide to dance and socialize on your own, meeting up organically.

Meech has a game where everyone has to complete the lyrics to a song or take a dare which is either tossing back a shot, taking a shot off someone's body, or taking a shot of hot sauce. It's fun to watch no matter what the punishment. You don't know the words to Juice WRLD Lucid Dreams or Future Life is good so you drink shots out of Erik's belly button as he giggles and grabs your head like you're finna give him head. You and him know he's serious, but the party think he playing. You snatch his face in your hand and whisper. "Play nice."

He bites at you and your eyebrow arches. He smells like alcohol. You see his fangs. He couldn't give up his grills for the white fangs like you have. Gangsta ass Blade. Sexy mothafucka. You release him ready to find a place more private. "Meet me upstairs," you whisper not asking for permission but sneaking upstairs in Meech's house to his bedroom and throwing his unfolded clothes on the floor to free his unmade bed. Erik appears minutes later holding up the doorframe.

"Looks like it's open season on suckheads. I'll give you something to suck."

You dance to him like Akasha. He draws his sword from his back and you lick your fangs interested to know what he plans on doing with it. How will he defeat you? He's got something in mind. He's been proving himself to be a lot of fun. Not vanilla, but French vanilla with some cinnamon and nutmeg. He raises the sword like he's about to slay you but you raise a clawed hand and he halts dropping the sword. You smirk and reach for it but he kicks it up and grabs it swishing it through the air with you frozen wide-eyed. All you know is he'd better not make a mistake. You wonder how far he'll take it ready to match him.

The sword comes to your neck and your eyes dare him to push it further, deeper into your skin. He takes that challenge to your surprise. The sharp edge digs into your neck near your jugular and you keep your chin raised standing extremely still, your heart suddenly pounding and skin growing goosebumps as you feel something drip and look down. Blood. "There are worse things out tonight than vampires," he whispers in your ear.

"Like what."

"Like me. He licks the blood off the blade and scrapes the edge across the skin of your neck, like a razor. You run your fingers over his bulletproof vest as the blade scratches at your skin like fingernails, down your neck and across your shoulders. When it drags down your breastplate you grab his head and bite into his neck so the sword drops again.

He growls from deep within as your teeth sink into his shoulder next, breaking skin and leaving indentations. Your tongue soothes the bites and you suck leaving behind a bruise. He moans grabbing a fist of your hair at the base of your neck.

"You fuckin bit me.."

"So bite back," you hiss pushing him back. You walk to the bed and beckon him to you. "Now. Come my love. I'll show you how to feasst."

He licks his full lips on the same kinda time you’re on and starts to approach. Your raised hand stops him and he growls once more, impatient.

"Down. Crawl and commme to me," you gaze watching him sink to his knees and seductively crawl as if he's your slave. "You'll do annything for me.." He bites his bottom lip. "Hungry, my love? Get up."

You throw him on the bed and turn him so his head hangs off. You raise your skirt and drop it over his head like a curtain while you grind and bounce on his face like a dick.

"Taste," you command as his face becomes a throne. You feel his tongue at work stroking and flicking, his arms at his side as you smother him with kitty and thighs. "This is the rightful order."

When his tongue flicks your starfish you count it as an accident but he does it again. You don't call it out, but you hear him groan as you press and rub your kitty and your starfish on his tongue, lips, and nose.

"It's juicy?"

His fingers finally dig into your hips and you give him a little air sinking right back down to drown him some more.

"Drink that cum," you order as you squirt on his face covering it in a rush of sticky nectar. He sucks on your clit and you hold down his arms. "Keep eating." You roll your hips and raise up once more hearing his gasp before you smother him again. You give him a face full of booty and let him toss your salad, switching back to the kitty. He'll lick whatever you give him right now. "Take that dick out," you tell him in the meantime. He gets it done fairly quickly. You take your shoes and straddle his hips on the bed in a squat but fall on him. The liquor. At least you have the peach lube it helps you glide. You get on your knees instead and ride reaching out for the bed frame to stabilize yourself. He's in another world as you fuck him with the slippery lube, the peach smell in the air. You slide back up to sit on his face with all your juices wetting his neck. They were starting to dry down on him. He acts like he's eating actual peach cobbler. "Lick me up. Tell me how I taste."

"Delicious," he says deliriously when you hop back on his dick. "Fuckin demon."

You grin. "Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!"

"Nasty bitch," he pants as you jump on his dick until he cums hard inside of you. You push it out and suck it off his dick as he twitches. "You bit me," he sighs with a grin showing those sexy grills.

"You cut me," you remind him touching your neck.

"Do you feel a cut? I used your fake blood."

"Well," you scramble. "Oh well."

"I liked it," he admits.

You look around the room and get up to grab a random lighter that's on the nightstand. "Let's keep this," you flick it lighting the flame. "For memories since we probably won't remember in the morning. "

"Bad girl," he teases. "I'll remember."

"Right." He drank more than you and you'd been drinking. You take the lighter and pull him up forcing him to return downstairs before you so it's not obvious. You go minutes later and find him to dance. You grind him in the dim light, your hips twisting as his move behind you. They call the costume contest and the both of you win first place which gets y'all a goody bag with a big thick fluffy brownie.

"Split it tomorrow," he suggests. There are enough snacks to eat at the party, but it's after midnight. You follow Erik outside to meet the car that's coming to pick y'all up when it comes. Erik holds you and lifts the back of your skirt to put his dick in you once more but there are people directly beside you and you quickly pull your skirt back down before he can get his dick out. You grab his face again. "Play nice." His kink is serious. He loves being watched.

By the time you both make it back home, he's ready to fuck some more pulling you to the kitchen floor but he falls asleep on top of you and you're too tired to move. You wake up to daytime and he's gone. When you call to ask where in the house he is he says "At work."

"Why you ain't wake me up," you fuss feeling a monster headache. "You'd already called out but you thought he had too. "You didn't even say you were leaving. Why you hungover at work?!"

"I don't feel bad at all. Granny's hangover tonic. Works every time. I left you some on the stove."

"I don't understand how you can work. You probably don't remember half of last night. You were so drunk you ate my ass."

"You wanted to try it didn't you?."

"Oh." He did remember.

"When I get home I expect God tier head. With the Akasha cosplay."

"You getting a little too zesty for your own good ain't you," you tease.

"You the one wanted me to be more open with my kinks. You saying you can't keep up?"

"A lot of talk," you grin. "I will make you forget your name don't play with me.

"I don't wanna wait, come fuck me," he whispers. New Erik has a strong public sex kink that makes you clench. You get off the floor to put yourself together.

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autisticbokutoenthusiast · 3 months

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playboyy ep 12 stray thoughts

- “damn i hate myself” real

- first soong being cute 🥹🥹

- you know shits about to get emotional when the soundtrack switches to yoiyami

- “you called me a friend when you weren’t pretending to be nant” AND WHAT IF I LOSE MY MIND

- zouey and nont besties agenda

- OH GOD ZOUEY BACKSTORY wait noooooo

- i guess the evidence is staying hidden then like boy are they in their failvestigator era oh nvm they found something (that they already knew but still that’s more than they usually get

- promnont !!!

- hold on they finally showing zoueyteena. they can never just give a quick handy either always gotta be invoking the religious implications of a renaissance painting… good for them (yes i include the popcorn scene in this) also top zouey truthers this one was for you!!!

- what are you hiding under that tarp zouey 🤨🤨 i think it’s of nant

- hold on teena’s necklace lmao. is the t for troy no it’s for *too sleepy to finish the bit*

- NO GET A JOB!! STAY AWAY FROM HER!!!

- finna beat the shit out of jason lee give me 10 seconds i could take him out

- what does he mean by keep an eye on…

- oop that scarf zouey in his horse girl era

- THEY DOING WHAT TO WHO?!?!?

- she is not scared of them at all like two absolute kitty cats of toruturers MEKEKFKKRKRJFJFJF NOT THE DUSTERS I CANT

- the drop of sweat deserves an award for perfect timing and i’m being so serious about this

- AHH PROMNONT i can’t handle them being affectionate like it makes me lose my oh not the fuckass product placemntsjdjjdjdjrjrjjejdjr you know what i got me some promnont crumbs i’ll take it

- so i’m gonna see this scene expanded in fic later right 👀 i’ll give a million kisses to anyone who decides to do it

- they can never argue using simple sentences it’s always “i feel bad that you feel bad that i felt bad” and “im mad that you got mad that i got mad” and “if you have a problem that we have a problem than the problem is you’re invalidating my feelings” “i didn’t think you would think about me thinking” like besties….

- see but zouey was kinda right… why is he being made the bad guy, first and captain kinda pissin me off

- girl YOU got him expelled. captain needs to be fr

- NONT WITH THE BIG PANT CROPPED SHORT COMBO THATS MY MAN

- these college athletes are plain evil

- puen lowkey the only one in this show consistently talking sense. i hope he gets his licks back on these bum bitches cause i’ve had it with them

- the coloring the coloring the coloring the coloring the coloring the projection the projection the projection

- THE. HESS BOARD BEING PROJECTED PLAYBOYY SURREALISM FOR THE WON ONCE AGAIN

- captain talking big game for someone who took sneaky clips. hoping this shows growth on his part cause deep down im still rooting for him

- captain sweaty blow up the whole establishment i support you

- NO CAPTAIN THATS NOT WHAT I TOLD YOU TO DO THATS VERY MUCH MOT WHAT I JUST SAID YOU LITTLE BASTARD

- ooo the outro track finally making sense!! kejrjejdnjdj

- i love the when soong carries first

- oh more food, user @jeffsatyr i’m so sorry

- firstsoong enthusiasts we are so back oh there goes firsts fuckass dad

- captain needs to stop picking fights AND CAPTAINS A YANKEES fan i can’t defend him anymore

- puen fight back!!! he was going easy on captain cause he’s a nice little boy oh shit now aobs gonna kill captain isn’t he…

- captainkeenpuen enthusiasts don’t lose hope!!! we can still win!!

- aobpuen enthusiasts were so back

- THE COLORING THE COLORING THE COLORING

- the characters and 'accurately assessing the media their in' saga continues

- porsche looks like such a baby here. jump listen to porsche pls do not see him again

- cry by johannes bornlof is playing they fr pulling out the nuthphop ballads for the other couples today

- puen is my boy and i will lay down my life for him actually

- NONT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT IM GONNA WALHAT WHAT WYHAHW ok sorry yall him with the gun did sumn to me

- nont once again will not be caught slacking holding someone at gun point be damned AND ITS CAPTAIN WITB THE STEAL POLL?!?!?!?

- nont… i need to know how he picks outfits like did he want the color to match the gun????

- nont chuckling in the corner... i fear he’s lost it

- playboyy once again with the themes of tech and privacy

- captain is lucky puen is lowkey a pacifist

- nont and captain: torturing aob and puen for info about the murder, zoueyteena: painting time !!

- oh my god yall im getting chills like fr speechless i am so…

NUTH MY BABY BOY

- nuth coming through with his amateur directorial visions let’s gooooo

- nont being like “please do a little bit of torture, just for me, please 🥺”

- he playing the funeral violin oh it’s not ending well oh god

- jason lee you will crumble i am so serious about this count your mother fucking days

- nuth scurrying away in the back… also nont where is your marksmanship now

- puen keeps suffering tremendously and he doesn’t deserve a single second of it. free my boy he fr has never done anything wrong

- i think i was right and nuths screenplay is autobiographical

- THEYRE PLAYING AMBIVRLANT THOGUHTS AGAIN NUTHPHOP PIANO BALLAD ENTHUSAISTS WE STAY WELL FED

- nuthphop my beloveds i love them so fucking much you don’t get it no wait why he deleting them oh shit ! phop play shitty games win shitty prizes dawg

- welp

yall this might be one of the strongest eps in a hot minute i loved this one had me at the edge of my seat the whole time

#playboyy the series #playboyy spoilers

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Ch 109: Random thoughts (part 2)

Part 1 ...

Continuing with the court, the last case is...

Yugi Tsukasa.

The amount of cuteness! What a harmless kitty! Does he look like a criminal to you? He is so innocent! He is no criminal! Such innocent face hadn't and won't ever comment one single wrong thing in his life! ♪

...........

Look at him. Little mew mew. That's what I call the guy who is really truthful and says whatever he has in mind. A guy with no secrets as he puts it. ☆ you're keeping some huge facts to yourself still, am I wrong? Should we 'question' them to get an answer?

The 2's reaction though... it's so funny.

Wow. So now it's not only Tsukasa who made some kind of Akane expression but Hanako too.

Tsukasa's words about his assistant...

I wonder if Nene caught any meaning behind it? Her wish stands in sharp contrast with sakura's wish? For sakura's wish to come true, her own wish of living is no more? For her wish of staying alive, sakura's wish is no more?

Would she recall a thing of this sort?

And question her fast made 'wrong' conclusion of their 'talk'.

I will have hope she would. She won't forget it like she forgot Tsukasa is a yorishiro and didn't recall it or thought of the fact one day it will be his turn when he took her to destroy No.1's OR that moment Tsukasa said he needs the yorishiro destroyed for sakura's wish to come true. at least think of your own life span 'wish' Nene.

It feels kind of funny when I see something like 'Tsukasa goes all the way when he works on granting a wish'. That's true but... it's not like what he is doing there is only for her sake. He said a part of the truth but didn't voice it all. That's the catch. He has his 'own' motive out of doing what he has been doing so far.

Speaking a bit further into it, neither Hanako (now or ch 96) nor the keepers (Teru being a Minamoto for that matter, who knows lots of secrets behind the school) paid real attention to sakura being mentioned, unlike No. 6. I wonder if that means she is directly involved with appointing 'him' as a mystery only? Or if she has some kind of past interaction with him or him case in a way since she is aware of his story with Sumire and was the one in charge from behind the scenes of the No.6 yorishiro situation.

It feels the other mysteries don't hold any ties with her ruling over them or whatever or even know her? And having Tsukasa mentioning her, he must have known better than to do that if it will attract unnecessary attention for a one in her 'position'. Hmm....

This thing... uhhh... this boy... this boy... this boy... he gives me lots of work. ♡ 3-2-1... let's go...

Lovely

curious

little

kitty. ♡

Is he sitting on books btw? That's funny.

Have to say... Tsukasa's deal with the clock had me laughing a lot... it feels like he hates it... or even... it feels more like despise really. He wants the clock to be blown to smithereens. Wooh! Maybe since it gave both him and especially Amane a hard time.

Come to think of it, we can make the picture a bit wider...

We can start with a yorishiro destruction, leading to a brilliant boundary 'falling apart' wonder if he is curious to see what will happen once he is destroyed with Hanako's boundary

Moving to a destruction of a clock...

So while Amane was trying to fix the clock he was thinking: how would it look when it's destroyed into tiny pieces? Showing that almighty face? ♡ ........

Now I have to say some nice writing decision it was to have Tsu going to see the ruins of the clock. ♪

Look who's pleased with the outcome. Happy for you my dear. You got to see a thing you've been waiting to see for so long. And, got rid of a thing you despise. ~ Enjoy your victory. ☆ Hmm, is it safe to assume he went for kaku first to git rid of his ability of turning back time? He doesnt want things to be undone. Meaning, he wants things just the way they are now with the clock (or kaku's power of turning back time is annoying in general). I wonder what would come of the students and the people around the school then

Following that line of thought, I can understand Tsukasa in this issue but...

The thing I wonder about now with Tsu-clock relationship, is apparently his want to have Nene using it to time travel. Why did he tell her about the usage of the clock when he wanted it destoryed even since back then? What did he want to accomplish in there? Nothing was shown to be done on that regard. And... I think he really might not actually care much to use the clock to have Nene time travel, he has the nowhere space under his command and already used it to make Nene do so. So... the clock is not really needed! Expanding the image a little bit... the 'clock' keepers...

Perhaps he has a thing against them themselves. I wonder what they may have done to get him to feel that way...

???????

Seriously, Amane's whole deal with the clock (and maybe 'deal' with the keepers themselves?) is ....... I still can't get rid of what Tsu said to Nene about the future and past blending together in that festival. So... what if Amane got to actually 'do' something, resulting in what Tsukasa talked about, yet the keepers 'kaku' turned back time anyway and made whatever he did go to waste? Or maybe something across these lines... something serious happened back in time, right?

Hmm......

Then a school...

And,

The world itself.

What a force he is. ♡

It makes sense. He despises this unfair word and sees it not needed, so whatever factor to keep it up and support it is equally unworthy, unneeded.

A world that holds people back from doing what they want and to be who they are with its unfair rules is better off broken. Especially, when it's a matter of a person who means the world itself to him.

"It's said the annihilation of a civilization is as brilliant as fireworks"

In this case a world let's say. Hmm, who loves fireworks? I hope he'll be getting the fireworks he must be waiting to see. ~ if we were to assume the world will get 'destroyed' in the literal meaning creating such a 'view'.

Speaking of Tsukasa's wants to do/see things... this arc has some nice stuff included...

He fantasized about creating an artificial human ever since he was a child and got to see it as 12 y.o Tsu even before creating it, and granted created him in the future as yorishiro Tsukasa. Same goes for the clock, 12 y.o was interested to see it destroyed and granted got that as yorishiro Tsu. I wonder if back in the time he was still 12 y.o Tsukasa he also got to see/know the clock will be broken in the future some way or another like he came to see Mit 2.0 (let's take the glimpses of the future he told Nene about as a possibility). Maybe it was yorishiro Tsukasa instead who knew the clock will be destroyed in the near future...? This boy has some further knowledge into things so I like to keep that in mind. ☆

I do wonder if he has any other things he looks forward to in mind. Amaze me, Tsu. ~

Ahem, back to the 'court'...

So, the keepers made the judgment of having Tsukasa to be 'guilty'. For real? Only Tsukasa is guilty? What a funny court, what an idiotic court. Why aren't they so smart? Seriously, I was hoping to see the keepers much smarter than this! Like, just simply, the 4 guys in there, NONE of them actually made the action of breaking the clock, yet... the guy who did it is... apparently not guilty, nor the one who led Tsukasa and the guy to do it in the first place. What a joke of a court. So, the table turning on them at the end is a well-deserved result. Kinda funny, it felt as if the whole 'order in court' and the court itself... was never 'ruled' by them at all but actually 'him'. He left things go by assumingly as they want but he was just waiting for the moment to turn the table upside down. How sly of him. He is truly something, huh? No wonder he was having fun at the start of the chapter. What a force he is.~

Their suggestions feel to represent some stuff, actually... Akane.. 'feeding'. Just imagining how powerful these owls would get out of it. XD

Kaku... well...

WOW, Tsukasa! Do you plan to put Kaku to use somehow? lol wonder if kaku regretted his last words like no. 3

Cool to see this thing referenced once more in a way. I'm so weak to this sly smirk Tsuuu!!! The confident gaze!!! Uhh!!!

Wonder how was Amane feeling in there. I mean, sheesh. I wonder if he himself wanted to go wild on the keepers. Seriously? You don't know who you're saying you want to feed to the owls or turn into a gear or turn to dust. That's his moon and yorishiro mind you. How dare you say such things and intend to harm his precious prize possession.

My, cool Tsu is something to get me... she came to him by herself. Now, I think that's what I call one great mastermind, 'ruler' and the master of his 'games'. He played with them all and made them his puppets, that's so funny. He targeted their clock, yorishiro, then them from the start. ♪ He already had things figured out, everything was held in the balm of his hand. ☆

I mean, I have to say I've been wondering how will he take things after ch 108, but here we are.

Depending on Tsukasa's words after taking Kaku down, I have to say he proved his nimbleness, and being one intelligent strategist. ☆

It sees he had 'targeting the keepers' in mind for some time, and was waiting to take action, and little Mirai gave him the opening he needed. ☆

I wonder when that came to his mind, after singing with Nene, he wanted to go back to searching and was annoyed with Mirai's tickings. He got captured, then assumingly had to get 'free' with Nene's help and later Hanako's. Here I will stop, was he acting all along to be 'weak' by any chance?

Let's see... Mirai's 'seal' doesn't hold anything on him, it's either it doesn't affect him at all or it did, yet he can break free whenever he wants but 'decided' to look weak. So, he was acting or pretending to be vulnerable. Was he testing if Amane would come to save him by any chance? Was he going to actually save himself and Nene if that didn't happen? He let Hanako get captured just like that so his plan will succeed wizard Tsu vibes I'm telling you, what a mischievous lil bro. hehe oh... if he let Hanako get captured too so it would look like a small game of you didn't free me so I didn't help you. we're alike in the situation! pffft. what a fun soul

He can use Kokujoudai, and can master his OP strength. What a lie you told Nene Tsu. It can still be the truth, at that moment he was under the effect of the seal for real, but in the court he simply broke free. Anyway, some slyness lies in there. Even Nene is not supposed to know he is not actually 'weak'. How careful. He doesn't show anything to you, unpredictable. Always this way with his plans. The inside of his head. ~~~~ So Tsukasa, huh? ♡ ~

Now I know why. You amazing boy, you only give up limited access into what's inside of your head. No one gets you better than yourself. Me and myself.~~~

Cause you're not smart enough to catch up with his level of smartness. Try harder to understand him and how his mind works you self-proclaimed I read minds girl. ~ I will have to give him an extra point if what she said has a sense of truth and even with such powers, she can't read into him. Admirable. ☆

In the meanwhile, I'm siding with this guy! ♪

Let's keep working hard into getting to know him better! ☆

Going back to the chapter... I'm laughing Hanako really didn't need to set Tsukasa free. He can take care of it himself. Even without his sly move of making little Mirai move the time of his handcuffs forward. He will get what he wants, whenever he wants, however he wants. ♪

Hmm, he is admirable. Fascinating. Who doesn't love a mind like his, or a smile like his? Or even some strong gaze like his? We have a guy so capable and full of himself right there. Love his fast way of acting and dazzling confidence! Easy on me, Tsu! ♡ ♡ ♡ speaking of his physical speed again, I will have to remind myself he still had that thing around his ankle. and that by itself is...

Uhh, fangs... his sweet sweet fangs... sly smirk... boy!!! ♡ goodness, past + present Tsu will seriously have me spinning around myself. Hey! Don't look like you're working together to me! I can't survive one, how about 2?!

Thinking that Yako is a foxie... between her and Tsu... who is the real fox? ♪ it's funny thinking the fox took her down first, now.

Please… mercy on me… Tsukasa's sly laid back, carefree and relaxed capable confident persona!! Yes, we have such a calm and relaxed guy yet he is a force! ♡ ♡ ♡

The king on his throne! Carefully putting his masterplan puzzle pieces in place. Glorious. ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Tap. Tap. Play with my heart. ♡

Straight forward, right to the goal at full force. ~

Where is my heart? I don't feel it anymore? It's in your hand you captivating enchanting guy? Okay! ♡ listening to Cascade's song dangerous while writing this. it randomly played and wow, have to say some parts of it are fitting for such glory. Give me a break, Tsu-force! Or don't! Uh, I can't decide because of you! ♡ ♡ ♡

Funny, Tsu showed me all the animals I associate him with in one chapter. first a cat, then a fox and later a powerful unmerciful tiger never to be underestimated or messed with. Wow. ☆

Hmm, he still kept his words of 'gentle with girls' huh? Even though she wasn't 'gentle' with him now or even back then, he didn't harm her really. Just had koku hold her. Wonder if that will keep up once he turns his focus to look for the yorishiro in her.

As for Kako, I dooo wonder if he previously intended to start with him, moving time back will be annoying. And, just maybe... a payment for embarrassing and making jokes of big bro earlier? Or again... is there a chance Tsukasa despised not only the clock but the keepers on a personal level in the past (and now)? Hmm...

Hanako's shout to Tsu to stop, I wonder if it was out of his fear for Tsu's well-being and safety or actually the other way around, he somehow saw what happened with No.3 coming and shouted at him to stop. He knows how powerful Tsu is, right? Looking at it either way is cool, one he sees Tsu powerful, the other he is concerned about the safety of his precious Tsu. ♪

Tsu being 'impossible to control'... I find that chaaaarming about him! He is free-willed! A force moving his own way, thinks his own way, sees things his own way, follows his own beliefs and works things out his way. Truely Fascinating. ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

However, I will have to say I used to believe if there is a person Tsukasa will listen to, it will be Amane. that's how the story made me think, chapter 108 too, and the magic AU kinda. 'wonder what's the inside of a ghost is like/wizard' Tsu -I saw him a lot in Tsu this chapter!- was a force no one stood a chance against until Amane called him and he acted like a good little boy I had it in me Amane can tame him… but… it seems it's to a certain degree, too. When Tsukasa wants a thing for real, he won't back down even if Amane told him to stop? Hmm… I find that charming, too. And it's still cute when he listens to Amane… uh… both ways are nice! ♡ ♡ ♡

You're WOW! ♡ What a lovely curious mind you have. ~

So, was the ticking Tsu heard coming out of little Mirai's clock only or also her 'inside' as well? Kako seems to have these 'tick tock', and back in their first arc, wherever Mirai goes there is also ticking. Do they also 'tick tock' with their clocks? Never expected the keepers to be this kind of creatures. Hmm... wonder if they work like robots and can get fixed? I see Tsu might have interest in there? Some experiments? They feel similar to artificial humans in a way? But maybe he won't be too interested?

The ending!

I wonder if Tsukasa is referring here to Akane or little Mirai? Akane was naturally standing near Tsu and it seems he is looking at Tsu but Tsu is looking ahead of him (not at Akane who is beside him), perhaps at captured Mirai? Hmm...

It's worth mentioning it looks like he went for the first clock keeper in charge aka kaku, then following this pattern, he'll go for the second keeper aka: Mirai. Then the third aka Akane.

I see she has a potential of having the yorishiro within her.

So, I wonder together with Tsu what's the inside of Mirai is like!

As for Akane... will he try stopping time? Instead of holding his clock he is holding the little hammer? Won't work on him, Akane. You saw that. Unless little hammer has other uses beside that seal or attacking? Does he intend to free Teru? He is the one who sealed him. I wonder if he can free Hanako too, since he wasn't the one to seal him, but rather Mirai.

Teru... to think a meeting between him and Tsukasa was so waited by the fandom... what was his reaction to seeing Tsukasa just going that way before his eyes? His definition of 'Evil spirit' shins in there. Mr. Teru??? How are things going by you? I think he may seem far more dangerous to you than Hanako you're chasing? Now, if Teru knew Tsu is Hanako's yorishrio... I assume that won't be good news for hanako, for many reasons...

I wonder if AidaIro intend to have something go on between the 2? Now or on later stages. They never paid much attention to each other this chapter, beside the time Tsukasa commented on Teru.

I do wonder how the next chapter will 'play' out, will they have a some kind of fight with Tsu? Hmm... maybe things will take a whole different turn for Akane and the rest, maybe Tsukasa as well. Anything can happen. ..........

Just having the possibility of 'the yorishiro might also not be within any of the 3' is funny. You might need to come up with a second back up plan Tsu. Will that be the case?

If things came to an end with the past and future keepers gone... and the yorishiro got destroyed... I wonder what would come of Akane's 'contract' with them. Will he be free? Return to be a normal human with no supernatural abilities? Will he feel happy to finally be free? I mean he showed he was tricked into working for No.1 and was furious about the fact. I wonder how he'll react, especially when things might come to his promise of healing Aoi's hand, as a normal person he really can do nothing I think? Hmm... his feelings might be contradictory somehow... ..........

My mind even decided to have the thought of 'what if we can repair the keepers'. Thinking about Mit 2.0, he can regenerate by eating weak supernatural representing the way he is made. The keepers seem to be like 'robots'? If their pieces were to be replaced or put back efficiently together somehow, would that bring them back in shape? or even, what if kaku was smart and careful enough to previously put a replacement in his place? I need to see the keepers being a threat. I want to see how much of a force they are. While I do want to see Tsukasa having his victory, it will be fun to see him overcomig a few hurdles.

Hmm... anyway! The conclusion we got out of the chapter simply is...!

At the end, the court was his to rule and master. ~~~

Hmm, well... after all he is the guy named...

Tsukasa.

What a lovely name fitting for him. A perfect match for a perfect guy. He makes me so proud of him. ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

I think we've reached the end of our talk about the chapaer on this note. Tsukasa, please! ♡

Thank you my dear! ♡ ♡ ♡

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Adding this fun continuation as part 3 real quick!

Shhh, let's leave him to his card house building process! Think your plans calmly, Tsu! Good luck! See you later. ♡

Ok, here we officially reach the end of the messy chapter review. Too many thoughts to list...

Thanks for reading! Until next chapter!

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