#so when he finally catches the cat and the cat is just a cute innocent little animal it symbolises how zp is innocent ( ´_ゝ` )

[rachalixie]

a/n: you've read you when minho gets hurt but get ready for a fun new concept of minho when you get hurt!!!!

if you thought that you turned into a mother hen when minho got hurt, the antithesis lives in the way minho would react when you were the one in pain. he’s calm and he teases but he somehow always knows exactly what to do, even before you yourself know what you want.

you weren’t particularly a clumsy person, but everyone has times where their feet refuse to work or they nick themselves in the neck with their hair straightener - or in your case now, when you take the biggest sip of your tea, forgetting that you had just made it and it was a near-boiling temperature. you have to resist the urge to spit it out, and it feels like fire working it’s way down your throat when your muscles finally cooperate enough for you to swallow the burning sip. 

you must make a noise, because minho’s attention - which was previously trained on the way your cat was licking his paw - flips to you so fast you’re surprised you didn’t hear his neck crack. his eyes flicker all over your body, from your head to your fingers and down to your legs like he was looking for blood to be gushing out of you. he must see something in your expression because he melts a bit when he meets your eyes, scooting himself closer to you and letting you lean into his body.

“what happened, mine?” he says, words curled up with fondness. 

“i burnt my tongue,” your say with a wince, the shape of the letters sending pings of pain across your tongue. you glare heatedly at the cup of steaming tea you left on the table, sitting there in it’s false innocence. you stick your tongue out at him like a petulant child, the cold air from the room soothing the ache a little bit.

“let me see,” he cups your face in his hand, pulling you closer to him so he could get a look - you’re sure your tongue is ridiculously red, and the look on your face even more so. he peers down, his eyes crossing a bit and he looks so cute that you want to bite him. he smiles a bit, leaning up to press a kiss to your tongue, a quick thing that catches you off guard. 

an unintelligible sound leaves your mouth, muffled by the way his fingers are still squeezing your cheeks and your tongue is still peeking out of your mouth. 

“did i fix it?” he looks so pleased, like he truly believed that his kiss would heal your physical wounds. you don’t have the heart to tell him that your tongue is still stinging when you put it back into your mouth, but he has healed any distress you were feeling on the inside, so you just nod and snuggle into him, tea forgotten.

it was so silly, such a simple thing, but something about it made your heart want to burst out of your chest. god, you love him, with every fiber in your being. you love him for knowing you, love him for knowing that while coddling is what he needs, a distraction was the cure that would sooth your hurt in any circumstance. 

later, you’d be pouty all day until he caved to your wide shiny eyes and went to buy you ice cream to soothe your tongue. later, he would spoon feed you and babble at you like you’re one of his kittens, later he would flutter kisses all over your face and tell you that you’re never allowed to be hurt when he’s around. 

right now, you’re content to sit in his arms with a burning tongue as long as he’s there.

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soft hours

#stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids #skz fluff #lee know fluff #minho fluff #lee know imagines

[luvelve]

husband!mingyu who secretly knows that one of your weaknesses is seeing the band of his underwear whenever he stretches. something about seeing CALVIN KLEIN in all bold letters whenever the giant man stretches his limbs. hanging just below his torso, let it be red, black, grey, or just the classic white calvins, it’d be sure to make your stomach flutter.

how else could he have picked up on this not so little obsession of yours when every time his underwear peaks, your cheeks turn a bright pink hue and suddenly you forget what mingyu was talking about just then.

“though we could get 2 vacuums instead, one for upstairs and one for downstairs.” mingyu says after your mind has somehow turned 7 innocent seconds of him stretching into a short calvin klein montage with some flirty doja cat song playing in the background.

“that’d be smarter and easier for us, right?” he adds, fixing the folds of his shirt. you’re now completely unaware that your mouth is hanging slightly open and that your cheeks are now the same color as mingyu’s favorite pink hoodie.

“yeah, uh huh.” you nod your head absentmindedly, now finally shifting your gaze at your husband’s face. this doesn’t go unnoticed by him though.

“okay, so what did i just say, my love?” his tone playful, deciding whether or not he should tell you that he knows why you’re all flushed right now. he turns his body on the couch so he can fully face you.

he scans your face and he recognizes that look on your face. it’s the same flushed look you had when mingyu first kissed you outside your apartment. the same look when he showed up with flowers and your favorite chinese takeout on a random tuesday. the same look when he brought you to his parents’ house and accidentally said he wants to marry you.

after being married to each other for almost 3 years, mingyu finds it endearing that he’s still able to leave you all flustered. whether it be stopping in his tracks to tie your laces, to removing the strand of hair on your face, and even flashing the band of his underwear apparently.

“uh, we’re getting a new vacuum… and we can get those dyson? ones that you’ve been telling me about.” you shoot him a sheepish smile and it takes everything in him to not kiss you right now.

he pauses and flashes you his signature smile. his canines poking out at the side.

“what?” you say, giggling at the giant teddy bear that is smiling at you for a reason unknown to you.

“baby, i know.” he huffs, closing the tiny gap in between the two of you.

“know what?” you reply, raising an eyebrow at him.

being the gentle giant that your husband is, he wants to lay it to you gently so as not to totally embarrass you, but he’s afraid it’s gonna happen either way.

“my love, i know that whenever i stretch, like when i put my hands up like this and my tummy shows? and so does my underwear? baby, i catch you staring.” he trails off after demonstrating to you and he starts giggling and snakes his arms around your waist. your faces are now practically centimeters from each other. there’s only love and adoration in mingyu’s eyes.

“you-what do you? no, i don’t. babe, i don’t even know what you’re talking about.” you bite your lip in attempts to hide the giant smile that’s about to form on your face.

all mingyu can do is laugh and bury his face into the crook of your neck. meanwhile, your insides are burning from the embarrassment that your husband knows your little secret and your cheeks are turning bright red this time around.

“my love, its okay. so what if you find my underwear hot? i mean i find a lot of things about you hot. like when you pump gas into our car. hot. when your hair’s wet and you wrap it in a towel and you take it out from the towel? hot. oh, when you wear my shirts and hoodies. well that’s more of cute, but you get the point. babe, i could go on and on, you know.” he continues to rub circles onto your waist where his hands are resting.

you’re reminded of how loving and gentle your husband is because only he could rub away the embarrassment of finding his briefs hot.

“how long have you known?” you whisper, the bright red stain on your cheeks fading away. holding his chin between your thumb and index finger.

“i don’t know, i guess when we were having lunch this one time at that fancy place near us. that was the first time i caught you. so maybe a month ago?” his gaze is soft with a hint of playfulness.

“well, there goes my secret, i guess.” a pout forms on your face and all mingyu can do is lean in for a kiss. it’s not rushed, it’s the kind that says i love you. you can feel yourself melt into him as he takes one hand from your waist and places it onto your cheek. both of your arms wrap around his neck to pull him even closer than he was before.

“doesn’t mean i’m gonna stop doing it though.” you break away from the kiss momentarily to say to him. you shoot him a naughty look that he’s all too familiar with.

“that’s my girl.” he replies, leaning in for another kiss.

so this was completely self indulgent, and the first thing i’ve written. this was supposed to be like a 200 word blurb MAX but i got carried away :<

anyways, please enjoy <3

#kim mingyu #mingyu #seventeen #svt #mingyu fluff #mingyu x reader #mingyu x y/n #svt fluff #svt x reader #svt x y/n #mingyu imagines #svt imagines #svt au #mingyu au #mingyu scenarios #luvelve’s

[shroomi1e]

❝ closer to me ❞

sampo + jing yuan + gepard + blade

summary: attractive ways they pull you closer / get your attention

cw: gender neutral, no phys description of reader, mostly fluff but blade's has a hint of spiciness

a/n: finals had me in a chokehold ya'll😭 also i'm in the middle of moving across the country so yeah that's been fun... safe to say i won't have much time for writing since i haven't had time for literally anything. have this in the meantime though

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sampo : by your belt loop

the belt loop is a classic, maybe even overdone, but it’s something that just screams “sampo”

it doesn’t matter whether you’re chatting with friends or alone with him in one of the dark alleys of belobog; sampo always wants you close to him. sometimes it’s to see your cheeks turn pink, and other times it’s to pull you away from danger.

especially when you’re up and about above the surface, where cars and trains criss-cross each other when the traffic is busy. if you’re standing a bit too close to the edge to the sidewalk while a car is passing by, his first instinct is to put a finger through your belt loop and pull you closer to him.

but other times it can be possessive. not the burning envy and jealousy that often leaves a bitter aftertaste, but the light and teasing possessiveness that sampo often displays. especially when you’re chatting with the others in belobog with your lover right behind you.

he watches your interactions fondly, but you’re acutely aware of the way his fingertips lightly run along the waistband of your pants, subtle enough for the others to not notice. he even leans forward just a few inches, his breath teasing the shell of your ear.

and his finger hooks through the belt loop, but he doesn’t do anything right away. he wants you to wonder when he’ll pull on it, to watch you stumble over your words as his finger plays with the small piece of fabric hanging off of your pants.

once the time is right, the cat pounces, and sampo tugs you backwards so that the back of your head gently bumps against his chest. he holds in a smug chuckle at the way you squeak, your body stiffening at the sudden gesture.

“ah, r-right, we needed to be somewhere. i-isn’t that right, sampo?”

sampo doesn’t give you an answer, opting to give you a smug smile laced with feigned innocence. you hurriedly wave goodbye to your friends and walk away, much to their confusion. even as you lightly slap his arm, all your lover can do is chuckle. after all, you do look quite cute with your arms crossed, lips in a pout and your cheeks pink.

“don’t do that, it’s embarrassing…”

he quickly hooks a finger into your belt loop again, this time the one on the side. the tug is slightly harder, not enough to surprise you too much, but enough to make you stumble into him. he catches you by putting an arm around your waist, his gloved fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. he leans down, his lips grazing your ear.

“but you love it, don’t you? don’t lie to poor old sampo here, you’re gonna hurt my feelings!”

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jing yuan : by your chair

jing yuan honestly thinks these meetings are a bore. perhaps even unnecessary. his chin rests on his palm, his eyelids drooping as they grow heavier and heavier. he hears words, but they only go in one ear and out the other. the only thing that’s keeping him awake is your occasional pinches to his thigh when he’s about to fall asleep.

and when he subtly glances towards you, all he sees is your stern expression, an eyebrow raised as a warning for him to stay awake. he’s promised to stay awake for today after missing multiple important meetings… but he can’t help it that he’s so bored!

he almost looks like a kicked puppy, sad that his owner won’t play with him. the least you could do is to entertain him, but alas, it seems you’re rather focused on the affairs of the xianzhou luofu. your eyes are fixed on the papers in front of you, your hands politely folded in your lap.

but jing yuan is determined. he’s promised to stay awake, so he will, but not without having his own fill of your attention. at first his hand starts on your knee. you give him a quick glance but don’t think too much of it.

his fingers drum against your knee, tugging on the fabric of your pants. when you shoot him a questioning glance, he gives you a small smile, silently asking for your attention. he’s hoping that maybe you’ll put your hand on his knee as well, maybe even hold his hand under the table. not to mention you’re sitting way too far away from him for his liking. but he also knows that you wouldn’t be shaken so easily.

upon receiving no reaction, his fingertips reach out for yours. jing yuan gives you puppy-dog eyes. c’mon, i’m so booored…

the way you narrow your eyes at him says it all. you’re the general here. stay focused while we’re on the job, will you? his pout deepens, a small sigh escaping his lips. is it so wrong to want your affection?

jing yuan’s had enough. his hand moves from your leg to the chair you’re sitting on, and as if you weighed nothing, he yanks your chair closer to his until you’re right next to each other. your shoulder bumps against his, your knees touching. the screech of your chair against the floor was loud enough for others to notice, much to your dismay… but your lover seems rather happy now that you’re sitting side-by-side.

you’re startled, to say the least. everyone in the room gives the two of you a quizzical look, but jing yuan thinks they should be used to it by now. the two of you are lovers, right? what’s wrong with him wanting you to sit a bit closer to him?

and with a victorious smile, he puts his arm over your shoulder and continues to listen to what his coworkers have to say. your wide eyes and parted lips don’t go unnoticed, but he could always attend to that later. (he still fell asleep btw)

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gepard : slight tugs on your fingertips

gepard often has a hard time voicing his needs. on the battlefield, he’s always firm and assertive, ensuring that the silvermane guards do their respective jobs while also staying safe. but whenever he’s around you, his voice catches in his throat and his words come out in jumbles. while he has no trouble leading his comrades into battle, gepard often finds it difficult to ask for something as simple as holding your hand.

maybe he’s going out on a walk with you on a rare day that he’s free, or perhaps he wants your attention while you’ve been chatting with a friend you ran into while out and about. gepard doesn’t have to courage to simply grab your hand and hold it, so he instead holds your fingertips in his hand, giving it slight tugs.

“geppie, you know you can always just hold my hand or hug me, right? there’s really no need to ask every single time.”

he swallows a lump in his throat, and his first instinct is to apologize. “i- er, sorry… i’m just not really sure how to ask.” gepard wasn’t lying though, he genuinely isn’t sure how to ask. does he just grab your hand? should he still ask out of courtesy? what if you don’t want to hold his hand?

his hands are much bigger than yours, and it almost seems like he’s scared of hurting you with how gently he tugs on your hand. but still, the gesture is noticeable enough for you to catch on, and you eventually learn to know what he wants just from that small tug on your fingers. when you respond by looking at him with curious eyes or by intertwining your fingers with his, gepard feels a sense of relief knowing that you understand.

it’s gotten to a point where your lover always tugs on your fingertips before asking for something. of course, gepard always follows it up by shyly whispering in your ear or stumbling over his words. but it’s a way to let you know he wants something from you, even the smallest things.

whether he wants to hold hands, a hug, a kiss, or even for you to just look at him, it always starts with that tiny gesture. he’ll do it while you’re in the kitchen cooking something for him before hugging you from behind. he’ll do it while you’re walking side-by-side as a silent way to ask to hold hands. and he’ll do it on late nights when he’s tired, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips in a silent request for a kiss.

he still wishes he could be a suave, cool lover that can smoothly ask for a kiss or maybe even just kiss you outright. but gepard is a gentleman through and through, and every kiss, hug, and held hands will only be followed by his gloved hands tugging on your fingers.

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blade : by your neck

the first time it happened, you were surprised. flabbergasted, even. the most conventional way to pull someone in for a kiss would be to either lean in close to them or hold onto their waist to pull them closer. but the last thing you expected was for blade’s fingers to gently wrap around your neck and pull you closer to him for a kiss.

his grip was soft, barely applying pressure to your neck. but it was still firm enough to lead you closer to him, close enough for your lips to meet his. and when the kiss broke, you stared at him with wide eyes. blade isn’t sure why you’re surprised, though. all he did was pull you in for a kiss, what seems to be the problem here?

even when hugging you, his hands don’t pull you in by your hips or waist; one hand is always on the back of your neck to bury your face into his chest. his bandaged fingers smooth over the nape of your neck, idly drawing patterns on your skin as he holds you close.

blade finds that his hands naturally want to touch your neck. he likes feeling the shallow thumping of your pulse against the pads of his fingers, wondering if his heart beat in the same rhythm as yours.

when he comes home from his duties, he’ll often find you sitting at your desk reading or attending to your hobbies. you can barely hear his feet pad against the floor as he approaches you from behind. you’re still not aware of his presence looming behind you, subtly looking over your shoulder to see what you’re doing. and before you know it, you feel a hand place itself on the base of your neck. you don’t fret though; you know exactly who it is from the feeling of the bandages wrapped around his hand.

“hi, blade,” you’d greet him gently. but your eyes remain fixed on your book. not him. that seems to be a problem.

“hm,” is the only reply you get. blade’s thumb rubs against the side of your neck affectionately, his fingers still gently wrapped around your neck. his hand moves further to the side of your neck so that his thumb can press against the underside of your chin. he tilts your head back, pushing your chin upwards so you can look at him while he’s standing behind your chair.

his hand moves up to hold your jaw, his thumb playing with your lower lip. you wait with a bated breath as if you know exactly what’s going to happen. and the moment your eyes flutter shut, blade leans down to meld your lips with his.

once the kiss is broken, he playfully drums his fingers against your neck. “mm, that’s better.”

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i was giggling and kicking my feet while writing blade's part ngl

#hsr #honkai star rail #sampo #sampo x reader #hsr sampo #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan hsr #honkai x reader #gepard #gepard landau #gepard x reader #gepard hsr #blade #blade honkai #blade hsr #blade x reader #hsr fluff #hsr headcanons

[fanfic-inator795]

Spoilers for Puss in Boots: Last Wish (specifically Perrito) below

My bff and I were talking about this last night, but I figured I’d write it all out here: one thing I really do appreciate about Perrito is that while other characters may see him as naive and innocent, the film never treats him as overly naive or foolish.

The best example of this is when he’s explaining his backstory. It would have been SO easy to have him be still searching for his family/litter mates, believing firmly that they still wanted him/were still playing ‘hide and seek’. If they’d done this, then Perrito really would have been an extremely naive character (as well as all the more unnecessarily tragic). It also would have been easy to have this be Perrito’s wish, as well as the lesson that he needed to learn - that he doesn’t need his former (and incredibly crappy) fam, and that he can/should move on from his tragic backstory, letting himself be with his new friends instead.

But the film doesn’t go this route... Because Perrito has already realized and internalized this lesson.

Think about it. For as much as he may seemingly still see the whole ‘swim in the river’ incident as an extra challenge to a game of Hide ‘n Seek, outside of the “Guess I’m still It!” joke, Perrito doesn’t dwell on the fact that he never saw his family again. Just as he never dwells on nearly drowning. He only brings up his past when others ask him about it, otherwise he’s only focus on the present - which is why he’s so satisfied with things to the point of not needing a wish.

When it comes to his backstory, he instead just sees the brighter side of things regarding it (getting a new ‘sweater’ that he was able to grow into) and focuses on moving forward and meeting new friends, instead of going on an endless search for those who left him behind. Even while he’s at Mama Luna’s, he still tries to socialize with the other cats - though he backs off when they hiss at them, still understanding that he isn’t exactly well-liked there.

What’s more, it’s made VERY clear that Perrito’s tendency to trust in people without hesitation is not out of naivete: it is out of choice. He knows that people can be cruel (we see him briefly get scared of Jack Horner and the Bears when he gets kidnapped, even if he ends up making friends with the latter) and he knows that he can’t exactly fight back against that, being such a tiny dog. But he’d still rather give people a chance instead of just hiding away from the world. He never tries to claim that every person has some good in them or anything like that, he simply states “well, you have to trust somebody”.

What really drives this point home - aside from the excellent advice that Perrito gives throughout the film, showing just how thoughtful and wise he is, even when he seems totally clueless in other moments - is his moment in the film’s climax with Jack, where he’s finally able to do the cutesy eyes. The joke is how Jack is ‘dead inside’ and would never fall for such a ploy, and how Perrito is (or rather, would be) dumb for thinking that simply being cute would stop this heartless bastard.

But the twist is that Perrito already knows this. There isn’t a moment where it’s shown that he thinks this act will work. No, Perrito meant it as a distraction the entire time - he wanted to try and help, and he trusted his friends to catch on and take the shot once the distraction worked. And I freaking LOVE THAT! I love that Perrito is so much more than just ‘diet Donkey’ or ‘innocent and naive dog that doesn’t know how the real world works’.

He knows how it works, he just chooses to still see the bright side in things in order to improve others’ lives as well as his own, because there’s a difference between naively trusting people who haven’t proven themselves and just giving people a genuine chance to be your ally/friend. And I’m just so happy that Dreamworks not only made a character like this but just did a fantastic job writing him.

#puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots #perrito puss in boots #sorry I just had to take some time and gush about one of my fave characters from this movie #(the other being Death. of course) #character analysis

[aprityormarj]

Leona clubwear ssr fic

Synopsis: Leona, after a very tiring day from spell drive decides to be a clingy cat to his s/o

Tw: clinginess, leona is taller, a bit of possessiveness I guess?, no beta, bad grammar 👍

Author’s notes: yes I wrote an entire fic of leona that’s 1,232 words long while being a jack simp just to mess with @aivy-saur

Leona just wanted to take a nap today. He had to deal with extremely rowdy and uncooperative students in his club today, he was really annoyed with how some of the guys who were so full of themselves weren’t listening to him at all?! Leona made them do double the work out after a horrible practice game because of them. All of those things almost ruined his day, the saving grace for leona was the fact that his number 1 fan was watching.

How could his mood be soured when you cheer him on while watching, wiping his sweat off when he sits beside you to watch his club mates, and offering to get water for everyone while looking all cute like that. He desperately wanted to see his little herbivore again since club hours were over, he even forgot to change clothes.

He spots you not too far away, you were talking to Jack and Duece as they were both working out nearby to train their endurance. You notice jack’s fur suddenly standing up as he looks at something behind you agitated and before you could even turn around two hands touch your shoulders quickly pulling you into their chest, jack calms down and Deuce gets shocked at how fast leona suddenly appeared. You can feel his tail playing in between your thighs to greet you, his strong yet gentle grip on your shoulders, and how you could feel his chest with the back of your head, damp from practice. He combs your hair away in order to leave a kiss on the top of your ear, you can hear tiny groans escaping his throat while all of this happens. “Herbivore… are you busy…?” He sounds so uncharacteristically soft and gentle, you could even say innocent.

Jack and Deuce look at each other awkwardly, as if 2 little kids seeing something they shouldn’t have “um… we’ll just go now… we wouldn’t want to disturb leona…” said Jack, Deuce nodding as they both walk away flustered from what they just saw. You wave to them goodbye and before they’re even gone leona starts to wrap his arms around your armpits to draw you into a closer hug, kissing your jawline this time whilst he rubs his head on your neck. Unfortunately for leona you turn around to tell him how you still have some errands to do, he slouches down to your level and pouts, his tail swaying erratically out of annoyance, you promise him that they won’t take long to finish as you cup his face, which he uncharacteristically again leans into your touch like a clingy house cat. You can see the mess that is his damp hair he he rubs it against you, his cheeks feel surprisingly really soft as they glisten from his sweat, and his his pupils are massive orbs, almost consuming the emerald greens in his eyes, and yet none of this was able to prepare you for what’s gonna happen for the rest of the evening.

You 1st start to walk around campus to return some things with leona’s hand in yours, but he isn’t satisfied enough so it ends up with his hands on your shoulder, leaning in really close whenever you stop walking. Due to how close Leona was he would accidentally make you trip sometimes, but he catches you every time you fall though though, and then he would lift you up a bit to hug you and then place you down shortly after. If you ever tell him off about how he’s way too close, he would just pout and still continue to be super clingy regardless of what you say. If you ever need to take a restroom break, or do any activity that needs you to have your personal space he will begrudgingly let you go, although the moment you’re out of the stall he is back on your shoulders even while you wash your hands he is sticking to you like glue.

Finally when you were done with your errands and was about to go back to your dorm until leona stopped you “stay at my dorm room again… please..?” Well he’s been very adamant on sticking by your side today and also very affectionate, so might as well just say yes to the poor prince’s request. His tail stands up in approval of your decision and happily walks (pushes) you towards his dorm room. When you enter his dorm, the 1st thing he does is hug you, leaning his entire body weight on top of you causing you to fall down on your bed with his on top of you, chuffing and kneading against the bed, you comment on how uncomfortable his hugs were since he was still sweaty. In the current state leona is in right now he is way too lazy to take a bath or get a shirt to change himself, so the smart kitty decides to just take of his shirt, it’s a good enough compromise for him leaving you flustered in the process, he doesn’t really mind since he does find you cute when you’re all flustered like that. The orbs in his eyes grow even more, consuming the emerald colors in his eyes, completely turning round and black. He carries you around his bed in order to adjust both of you better, leaving kisses on your skin while doing so. He places you down gently and hugs you wrapping you with his arms and legs. He gently leaving licks and bites on the skin of your face while chuffing up a storm. He mumbles about how cute his little herbivore is and how much you make him happy, he can’t help but rub his face against your body while making all of the noises that a lion can make. He may not say it but he’s definitely head over heels for you and you alone and this is his way of saying it. You want to sit up in place to get a better view on leona, but instead he tightens the hug you’re in and gets up closely to your ear “stay… mine… my herbivore is mine… and mine alone…” he then grazes his teeth against your ear and chuffs again, chuffs that are only reserved for your ears. He wipes your arms down with his hands, he loves the feeling of your goosebumps, honestly he loves any reaction out of his little herbivore.

Welp I guess you’re trapped in his arms now and I don’t think you can overpower this cat man sadly 🧍‍♀️

When you wake up the next day, he’s still clinging onto you like glue so you can’t really rise up as well until he wakes up. When he wakes up though he noticeably gets a bit embarrassed (though he’s trying to hide it) “Herbivore… I’m sorry about how… clingy… I was yesterday…” he notices your smile and your red tinted cheeks which causes him to smirk and come closer to your ear again in a sensual manner, his tail wiping against your arms “unless you didn’t mind any of it…? I’d be happy to do it again all for my future princess~”

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #twst wonderland #leona twst #leona kingscholar x mc #leona kingsholar x reader #fluff #i can’t believe I wrote this fic just to mess with aivy wtf #enfp moments tbh #when will I ever get the motivation to do things for myself rather than mess with people #this took too much effort wtf #i hope leona stans will like this I guess WHWHHAHJWHAHA #aprityormarj

[h-harleybaby]

Ummm it’s me again but like I have a thought that I need to get out

Can you imagine Cartman with a bratty s/o….😳😳😳

Damn girlie you have good ideas 👀👀👀

Lil tidbit about me, when I first had this acc I put in my lil bio thing that I was a brat soooo ty for the idea hun <33

Cartman x brat!reader

NSFW CONTENT

• Cartman is definitely a brat tamer. Look at me in the eyes AND TELL ME HE WOULDN’T BE A BRAT TAMER

• To be a good brat tamer, you gotta think like a brat. He definitely thinks like a brat, if anything he probably IS but we don’t talk about that

• Of course sometimes it gets frustrating for him because you don’t “respect his authority” which leads to the phrase we all know and love

• He doesn’t like to say it too often, but he loves when you’re a brat tho. He likes to force you into submission Tbh

• This man is a sadist, he lives for punishments like spanking and nipple clamps. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, he spanks you and makes you count it out loud. If you lose count then he’s starting over

• Cartman definitely tries making you lose count by doing it slowly or randomly slapping your clit. What can I say, he doesn’t want it to end

• He likes taunting you when you lose count by saying stuff like “Cat got your tongue?”

• Face fucking all the time. I mean how else is he gonna put you in your place? You say ANYTHING cheeky and all of a sudden you’re sucking his dick while he pushes your head down, saying “You wanna say that again?”

• I feel like orgasm denial/control is often a punishment with him. You mouthed off? You have to beg to cum and after that he still probably won’t let you cum

• Once he’s had enough of your begging (which takes literally forever) he finally lets you cum, but of course there’s a catch

• And now you’re crying into a pillow being overstimmed because you begged soooo nicely and wanted it so bad that now you get to cum over and over

• I live for mean Cartman pulling your hair so you look at him while he has this innocent face and goes “Why’re you crying sugar? Didn’t you ask for this? Come on, slut. You can cum a few more times for me right?”

• Can- AND WILL make you cum on your toys before you do on his dick because he said something about how only good whores get his dick. Something like that, you weren’t paying attention over cumming for the 3rd time

• He’s definitely left you alone while you’re tied up with a vibrator on your clit because he had enough of your bratting. And he totally didn’t jerk off to it in another room because he’s not gonna give you the satisfaction of letting you see him cum

• He lives for seeing your cute tear stained cheeks at the end of all this. Just another sign that he did it right, if you ain’t crying by the end he’s not done

Just a small lil thing to feed y’all while I’m gone <3

#h harleybaby needs help #harley won’t shut her mouth #harley’s anons <33 #mom come get harley she’s rambling #south park x reader #south park x reader headcanons #eric cartman x reader #south park x y/n #cartman x reader #south park x reader smut #eric cartman smut #eric cartman x y/n #Eric Cartman x reader smut #eric cartman x you #harley’s requests!

[heongiu]

Gun x reader fluff? Gun being jealous of us over a kitten ? 🥺👉👈👈

yessss ofcourse! our Gun being a babygirl is all I ever need! tysm for the request anon!

Gun x Reader | “me or it?”

“Gun..” you whined lowly, showing him the best of your puppy eyes, and all that you tried was in vain. He was not an easy nut to crack, well not at all if it werent for you, but he was somewhere deep down weak for you.

“nope, not at all, its raining like crazy, and you want to pet that cat? really? what if you get wet or catch a cold? I cannot risk that you know” He replied to you, trying hard to sound so cold and ruthless, but really there was a hidden hint of softness to his voice, one which only you could notice.

“Gun..please?..I wont take much time I promise!…pleaseee?” But you werent going to back off that easy either, you were stubborn, and no body can move you away once you have decided something. maybe, he was considering it, maybe somewhere he was thinking of your request. but finally he agreed.

“fine, not more than 5 minutes okay? and no I wont adopt it in case you become too attached” He spoke, opening the door for you so you could step outside on the sidewalk where the little kitten was hidding in a wooden box.

“what a poor kitty…must be hard for you here right?” you picked it almost like you were caressing a baby, softly placing the small kitten inside your arms carefully, in case you drop it, you wouldn’t but precaution is always good.

“its soooo cute!!” Trying to contain your happiness at the wholesome of the small innocent brown kitty.

but there was someone who was..not liking it at all. and it was no one other than Gun himself.

“Caring so much for a small kitty huh? its not like its gonna survive out here in the wild, theres no point” the jealousy was smell-able, very strong scent of jealousy indeed.

“cmon Gun! dont be so pesky, its just a poor little kitten” you lightly punched his arm from the back, he was not happy at all. what had the kitten done to deserve your precious attention and why not him? he deserves it too and probably more, he cares for you so much doesn’t he? and he loves you just as much, then why would you care for this kitten more?

“ugh..5 minutes are gonna be up soon you know?” he remarked, obviously getting more irritated as he watched you show the little kitten your love more and more by every passing second.

“Aw man..I wish I could take it home, but anyway, I hope you stay safe” you blow a kiss to the kitty, before putting it down to where it was. Now all that was left for you to do was go back inside your car and ride back home. Gun seemed happier now, well, almost like he was about to kill it if you had stayed there longer, but he didnt want to make you upset in any way, after all, you did really love that grumpy man.

just know when you returned home, he didnt even leave you alone for a second, cuddling and hugging you, nuzzling his face in your chest, he wanted your love too, hes just as adorable as the kitten!

#lookism manhwa #park jonggun #lookism #lookism jonggun #Park Jonggun x reader #Gun park x reader #Heongiu answers #Heongiu writes #Park Jonggun fluff #Lookism fluff headcanons

[ashesbreadandbutter]

Naughty Hisoka Scenarios

Bro is a menace for real.

Upon first seeing you he feels something that manages to attract him and like a moth to a flame or a shark to blood... He invests his time in you for being interesting.

Him chasing you is like a game of cat and mouse especially because at first he does manage to keep a bit of his distance.

As you get closer though, having missions together, killing together, and so on so forth you finally catch on to his intent.

You give him a chance and the first time he has his way with you he spends damn near HOURS between your thighs, listening and humming as you'd jolt and cry

Has a thing for overstimulation, kissing, biting and sucking at your skin in the cruelest form of foreplay. He will definitely play with you like a predator tends to play with its food.

The way you whine and buck against his mouth makes him shiver and blush, eyes rolling back as you take hold of his hair.

Pull it, yank it, run your nails over his scalp.. really any form of 'affection' is enough to make his bite his lip and make his cock jump with excitement.

Does that thing at times where guys fuck you and then pulls out to rub the head of their cock over your twitching, throbbing entrance and he loves watching your eyes roll at it.

Loves listening to your noises when he touches you, you simply are just too cute.

He's a biter, though he may lick and suck and nibble on your skin as well and he does it carefully at first before it turns into him seeming like he actually wants to eat you whole

Don't tease him, bro definitely wants the smoke..

Honestly gets excited quickly and he can go for multiple rounds.

Interestingly enough he doesn't actually seem to go after anyone while he's with you, once he has his eyes set of someone he's usually set like that. He isn't one to jump from partner to partner if he actually wants someone

Rather dominant in bed but versatile, he will be rather excited if you manage to be the dominant one though. Pin him to the wall or grab his chin when he's talking too much and you'll have shivers rushing up and down his spine in no time.

Bro is literally feral, even if he's acting right and not downright jumping your bones it's always a thought that comes to mind whether he wants you immediately and wants to tease and take his time.

Loves physical affection from his partner(s), he'll even admit it if you ask him about it

"duh I love it, who wouldn't love being able to touch you all the time?" He says with chuckle while you flush and huff.

He knows just how to get under your skin and he learns quickly.

Are you ticklish? Do you get shy easily? Do you stare at him when you think he's not aware? Your fucked. Bro will come to the conclusion, might as well take it like a good boy/girl/pet.

He's fucking huge, his cock it literally no joke so don't hurt yourself Reader, take it slowly~

Has his moments where he just loves looking down at you while he touches and caresses your skin and when you eventually chuckle and ask him what he's doing hell simply hum innocently though you can literally feel his hardness resting in your back.

Honestly he's quite loyal. He doesn't like wasting his time so him choosing you is definitely a choice he made all on his own. It also means a lot because Hisoka can be rather bored with many people.

Knows how to use that mouth of his so don't think he won't use it. He'll eat you out as a punishment without hesitation.

Likes to spank your ass every time he's taking you from the back because he just can't help himself especially when it's shaking on his cock like that...

All in all, bro is definitely on demon time.

Idk 😶 just some thoughts I have on bro.

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[enheeki]

beautiful stranger | y.jungwon

pairing: jungwon x reader

genre: fluff !

wc: 726

synopsis: how you ended up on the train early in the morning still confuses you too. meeting a cute boy was also not something you thought would happen.

a/n: "innocent crush on the morning commute", this fic was inspired by the song beautiful stranger by laufey ! it's been so long since i last posted on here. i didn't really plan on posting on here very often (and still don't lol), but i had this idea and had the motivation to write something. i hope you enjoy it<3

you don’t know how you got there, but your body was on autopilot. it was like your legs had a mind of their own. you found yourself at the subway station. you didn’t really know where you wanted to go, but you bought a ticket anyway. 

the train made a loud screech as it came to a full stop. the doors opened and you walked into the train. it was a fairly quiet morning. there weren't as many people as you thought there would be. there were a few people on the train already. since it wasn’t crowded, it was easy finding a seat. 

you sat down and pulled out your phone. the woman on the intercom said something, but it was drowned out by the sound of your music. the train started to move and you sat back and relaxed.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

looking up from your phone, you made eye contact with the person sitting across from you. he looked to be around 19 years old. brown hair, and boba like eyes. he smiled at you, and your heart almost stopped. he had such an innocent smile; you could’ve sworn you saw a dimple too. you smiled back, not to be rude, and he seemed pleased.

he looked back down at his phone and started typing away. you didn’t want to look away, but you knew it was rude to stare at people. you looked back down at your phone too, although, every now and then, you’d sneak glances at him.

something about him was drawing you in. you weren’t exactly sure what it was about him. maybe it was his dimple showing through as he smiled. or maybe it was the way he chuckled after watching a short cat video on his phone. he was cute. he still had a small smile on his face as he scrolled through his phone. he looked up once again, and you immediately looked away. 

the train was slowing down as the lady on the intercom announced the next stop. embarrassed from being caught staring, and as naturally as possible, you got up from your seat. the doors opened and you sped walked out not looking back. 

“hey, wait up!”

you turned around and noticed the boy got out of the train as well. you stopped walking and stared back at him, puzzled, as he jogged towards you. 

finally catching up, he stopped in front of you and pulled out his phone. “i didn’t know if i would ever see you again so…”

you looked down at his phone, his phone app open, then back up at him confused. “oh i’m sorry…” he chuckled, a hint of pink appeared on his cheeks as he continued, “can i have your number? i just… i thought you were really pretty and when you smiled back at me i… yeah…” 

you noticed him fidgeting with his jacket sleeve. he looked rather small in his jacket since it seemed a bit oversized. it was cute. feeling a bit nervous, he bit his lip. with longing eyes, he waited for a response. 

you gave him a soft smile “sure.” you grabbed his phone and started typing in your number. he let out a sigh of relief, “thank you!” he said, his eyes lighting up. his dimple popped out again, and you felt as if your heart just melted. 

you gave him back his phone and he called your number. your phone started to ring so he ended it. “save my number! maybe we can go out for some coffee or something?” you watched as he typed your name in as ‘subway girl’

“i’d like that,” you said, feeling a bit shy. this was the last thing you thought would happen. you weren’t at all expecting to get someone’s number. hell, you didn’t even know why or how you ended up on the train in the first place.

“i’ve gotta go, i’ll text you!” he said as he started heading back towards the incoming train. he did a little fist pump in the air, and you laughed under your breath.

“wait! i didn’t catch your name!” you yelled out. you walked towards him. you didn't notice the station get a bit more crowded while you were having your little interaction with him.

he smiled, his dimple showing once again. “jungwon. my name’s jungwon.” 

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[pmreaper]

sooo @hauntedsol had an idea for an au based on buddy daddies where 16/17 y/o skk finds atsushi (who's 5 for this au) and. i wrote something for it. enjoy y'all <3

Walking down the street with Dazai was a nightmare. 

He somehow always found a new shopfront or a stray cat or a coin glued to the sidewalk to gawk over, calling Chuuya over with excitement in his voice, only to lose interest immediately after Chuuya stopped and walked a few steps back to where Dazai was. 

Infuriating bastard. 

Chuuya finally couldn't handle it anymore and stopped in the street and yelled at Dazai a little bit, just to calm his nerves. Dazai was the picture of smiling innocence all the while. At least he was in a good mood. 

Sighing, Chuuya turned and started walking. 

And after a few seconds, Chuuya realized Dazai was staying quiet. Too quiet.

Some sort of Dazai Mischief Radar went off in Chuuya’s brain. He spun around on his heel and saw Dazai, almost running to catch up to Chuuya. He froze like a deer in the headlights when he saw Chuuya turn around.

“Hey,” Chuuya said, real slow. “Whatcha got there?” 

In his credit, Dazai had the decency to look ashamed this time. “A kid?”

The kid, looking to be around five or so years old, held out a hand and shook it violently in some enthusiastic imitation of a wave. True joy shone across his face, though his white hair looked as if he had cut it himself. “Hi, Papa!”

Chuuya was so taken aback that he forgot to school his expression. Papa? 

He was broken out of the moment by Dazai snorting at him. Asshole. “We’re both his Papa, from what I can tell.”

“How did you-”

“I heard my Papa is either tall or short, and either has weird hair or normal hair, and is either angry or not angry.” Chuuya, where he was brimming with rage at Dazai, had it broken by the kid’s cute voice. Damnit. “And then I saw you two! You both sound like my Papa!” 

Breathing in a long breath, Chuuya tried to put on the face he used on the younger kids back in the Sheep. It was a soft smile and the kindest eyes he could manage. “Where’s your mother, kid?” 

“Don’t have one,” he said. 

Chuuya bit his lip. 

Dazai readjusted his grip on the kid.

Fuck.

#reaper art #👨‍👨‍👦: buddy daddies au #this is short but it wasn't supposed to be long so

[teaberrii]

Chapter 12: I Do (My Worst Enemy is a Cat) END

Final chapter.

Human by day. Cat by night. That’s how Scaramouche lived until you came back into his life.

Scaramouche/You

Notes: Cross-posted on Ao3.

The chapter index for this story is at the end of chapter one.

Chapter warnings: Sexual content/smut. If you aren't a fan of that, skip to the "..." when you sense it coming.

The second time you see Scaramouche cry is at the wedding. As soon as he sees you in a beautiful classic wedding dress, he takes a breath, desperately trying to keep his emotions at bay. But the closer you got, the more difficult it became.

Finally, when you take his hand and step in front of him, Scaramouche has to look up to stop the tears. He takes another breath. But, as he looks at you again, he smiles, and the tears begin to fall. You're everything to him. The sun. The moon. The stars. He can't imagine a life without you; now, he never has to.

As soon as you see him cry, your emotions overwhelm you so much that Scaramouche has to gently wipes away a few of your own tears. He wraps his arms around you, and you hear cheers from your family and close friends in the crowd. Then, he whispers, "You look beautiful, my love." You're supposed to be used to his nicknames, but this one just moves the tears on.

You aren't fully prepared for what's to come when it comes time to exchange wedding vows. You're expecting him to take out a piece of paper, but instead, he takes your hands in his and looks you in the eyes.

"We started with a punch that left me speechless in more ways than one. I was curious, curious about this girl who soon haunted my thoughts. You became a friend, someone who made me smile, even in our childish fights. Our time apart made me realize what I lost… what could've been if only I had the courage.

"So, when you came back into my life, I knew I couldn't let you go… not if there was even a slight chance that I could make up for the lost time. A chance to prove how much I love you as a friend and a man worthy of standing by your side through good and bad times.

"...You're my everything. My best friend. My confidant. My other half." You had to wipe away a few tears at this point. "I love you and always will for the rest of my life."

It takes you a brief moment to gather yourself. But, after taking a small breath, you slightly smile at him.

"Our first meeting was unlike a romance from a movie or fairytale. But, I wouldn't change it for the world. We never said we were friends back then… but you made me feel happy and loved. It wasn't until our time apart that I realized how much you meant to me. You pushed me to be better and accepted my shortcomings.

“You came back into my life like a male protagonist of a romance novel, which makes me think… perhaps there is something like soulmates. You’re the reason I believe in fairytales. Thank you for accepting me for all that I am. Thank you for supporting and loving me unconditionally. I know I haven’t made it easy.

"You're my best friend. My anchor. My one true love. I love you and will always for the rest of my life."

You find it funny that you have the same endings when you never discussed your vows with each other beforehand. Scaramouche touches your cheek, and you resist the urge to kiss him.

When it comes time to exchange wedding rings, Duke, your ring-bearer, walks down the aisle in all his fluffy cuteness. He is the star of the show, and you can't help but smile as he stops in front of you and Scaramouche and stares at you with wide, innocent eyes.

After Scaramouche slips a gorgeous diamond ring onto your finger and the words are said, he pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss that makes you lose all sense of thought. Then, he picks you up, slowly spins you around to loud cheers, and claps as the sun sets over the horizon.

Instead of throwing a bouquet, you toss a cat plushie where whoever catches it is chosen to adopt a cat from the local shelter if they can. When your sister is the one who catches it, you almost laugh as she has been vocal over the past few months about getting a cat.

“Is this a sign?” she asks.

“Probably,” you say.

Then, Childe walks up to her and says, "Better start thinking of names now."

You and Scaramouche glance at each other. “You two know each other?” you ask.

“Not well… we just met,” Lumine says.

"Well, if you want to be more specific, we met an hour ago when we were grabbing drinks," Childe says. You narrow your eyes at your friend, who smiles. "I like to be liked by many." When the music starts to play, Childe instantly looks at Lumine and holds out his hand. "Would you like to dance?"

You swear you see a faint blush on your sister’s cheeks. She glances at you, and you gesture for her to take Childe’s hand. So, she does. As Childe leads her away, you shake your head. “Life’s full of surprises.”

Scaramouche holds out his hand to you. "May I have this dance?" You take it, and he instantly pulls you in for a kiss. But, before you can deepen it, he pulls back, and you pout. Then, his low voice comes beside your ear. "There's many more where that came from."

◆◆◆

Within the same week of your wedding, you and Scaramouche jetted to the Maldives for your long-awaited honeymoon. Day after day, you enjoy scuba diving, breathtaking views, long beach walks and eating great food. But what really stands out is Scaramouche has stayed human the entire time.

Finally, Scaramouche takes you on a sunset cruise where you're enjoying a gorgeous view of one of the most incredible views of the sunset you've ever seen. He's hugging you from behind, and you lean into him as he kisses your head.

"You know, I miss the cat you."

“Because I was too cute?”

“I mean… Duke is cuter, but hey, we can’t all be winners.” You smile when Scaramouche gives you a deadpan look. “It is cheesy to say that I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy?”

He chuckles. “That means I’m doing my job.” You hold his hands tightly. Then, his breath fans against your ear as he says, “But… I want to make you even happier.”

Your back hits against the bed's silk sheets in your resort room that night. Scaramouche is on top of you. His body moulds against yours as your tongues dance together but ends with him wrangling yours into submission. His hands snake under your blouse, leaving a hot trail in his wake. Soon enough, you're lying naked underneath him, and his clothes join yours in the messy pile on the floor.

He kneels before you, his heated gaze travelling down your body. Your cheeks are flushed as you watch him dip his head between your legs. You gasp when you feel his tongue delve into your velvet folds. He starts off slow, relishing in the breathy moans he draws from you. His hands grab your hips, lifts them slightly, and plunge his tongue deeper into your sex. You taste delicious, and he needs more.

"Oh. Oh, God." Your hands grip the bedsheets so tightly that your knuckles turn white. You bend your knees and subconsciously spread your legs wider. Then, slowly, you start slowly rocking your hips as Scaramouche's tongue curls inside, drawing out a prolonged moan.

Suddenly, you feel empty and whine softly as you watch him lick his lips with a slight smirk. He's above you once again. His hand is beside your head, and the other tantalizes your sex. He slides two fingers inside and moves them in a scissor-like pattern, and he feels your insides move with him.

His lips play with yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue. “What do you want, love?”

“...You,” you say breathlessly.

With one last gentle bite of your bottom lip, he says, “I’d like to see you beg, but I need you. Now.”

As you feel him press against your clit, you grip his shoulders in anticipation. When he finally slides inside of you, you groan, and your toes curl inwards. Scaramouche rests a hand on the headboard and slowly pushes himself deeper, allowing you to adjust to the stretch. Your legs wrap around his hips, and you roll yours up once. He takes that as a sign. Soon, he's rocking his hips into you.

The bed shifts with every movement. Your pace matches his, and your nails dig into his skin as he goes faster and harder. Soon, the room echoes with the rhythmic thumping of the headboard and moans and grunts as Scaramouche plows into your body. You're relishing in the pleasure of every roll of his hips. Then, he grabs one of your legs and hikes it higher.

The fierce tremors of pleasure that overtake your body have you seeing stars. His mouth finds yours in a heated kiss. Your tongues engage in yet another dance where they never leave each other. Every breath he allows you to take is a gasp or moan that spurs him on. Your hands are on his back, squeezing him tight as your body spasms uncontrollably with each slam into your body until…

Scaramouche breaks the kiss as if he knows, and you scream from your release. He grunts, and his hands find and grip your hips so tight you know it'll leave a bruise. Suddenly, he pulls out and dirties the sheets with his release. Your mind is still in a haze, but you still say, "...You could've asked."

A smirk tugs at his lips. "I don't think you were in the right mind to make a logical decision on that, princess."

Good point. Both of you are panting in unison as you stare at each other. Then, you pull him back on top of you. "...Well, I am now."

Your hand runs down his body just as his low voice comes near your ear, "What do you want, love?"

"...I want more."

You feel him slightly harden against you as he kisses your lips. “...Who am I to refuse such a request?”

And, that night, he fulfills you again… and again.

…

…

…

Childe steps out of the shower and feels a sudden adrenaline rush. He clutches his heart as he hears one loud heartbeat in his ears. His body feels like it's on fire, and he grabs the sink to steady himself. What's going on? Is it a heart attack? His heart is beating faster and faster until another loud beat sounds in his ears, and he doubles over in pain.

Then, everything turns black.

When Childe comes to, he rolls over. Why does everything seem strangely bigger? Is he dead? He slowly gets to his feet but finds that something is off. Very off. He takes a step forward and another and another. Then, he runs to the nearest mirror and sees not himself but an orange cat staring back at him.

What. Just. Happened.

End Notes:

Aaaand the cycle starts again... XD. This story started as a 'haha, what-if' idea, and I gradually fell in love with it. Thank you to everyone who made it to the end. I really enjoyed reading the comments. It was super motivating to see many people loving the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I'm still not over you and Scaramouche, honestly. XD I think it'll take me a good minute to move on from this, but I already have another idea brewing in the works. As a teaser, it is an Alhaitham story. If you want me to add you to the Tag List, let me know.

But, uh, gotta give some love to Xiao first. T_T.

Hopefully, I'll see some of y'all in another story. But whether I do or not, stay safe and take care~

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[rose-pearls]

Matchmaking pool game

Summary: at your friends birthday you see the guy with who she spent the best night of her life, while trying to get them back together you meet a pilot named Rooster.

Your friend had decided to celebrate her birthday at the Hard Deck even after most of you groaned at the thought of the bar filled with cocky pilots, but she used her puppy dog eyes and now you all found yourselves at the bar. 

“Tonight, we are letting lose ladies.”, a few of us snort at her claim and she shoots us a glare. The last time she had said we needed to let loose she had ended up in bed with a pilot that she never saw again with a hangover to kill, thinking of it maybe that’s why she wanted to come back.

A few shots where brought, and you took the time to look around and find a group of pilots at the pool table who seemed to be quite the rowdy group judging by the loud laughter. 

“So, to 28, nearly 30 but not just yet.”, after cheering and taking each a shot the group started chattering about work and the next trip, we were thinking of going to. 

“Oh god, hide me.”, the birthday girl exclaimed, and we all looked at her confused as she tried to slide down on her chair.

“What is it?”, you whispered at her trying to look discreetly around but not seeing anything or anyone suspicious that maybe looked like one of her exes.

“There is the pilot I slept with last time.”, the whole group perked up and started looking around but as you looked at the group behind you see a small blond with glasses looking like a dear caught in headlights. 

“Is it that blond with glasses?”, you whispered at her, and she looked surprised before nodding quickly and a blush came on her cheeks.

“Looks cute.”, she chuckles softly at that and there is still a blush on her cheeks.

“He looks sweet, but his colleagues are also quite the sight.”, we all roll our eyes at our friends remark who starts shamelessly looking at the pilots.

“Was the best sex I have ever had.”, most of our friends spit their drinks at her words while she lets out a dreamy sigh, looking like she was remembering the night that it happened.

“It’s always the innocent ones.”, your friends snort at your remark and you just shake your head in false disbelief.

“Well, the best sex of your life is here, go get him tiger.”, the birthday girl looks at you like you just told her to kill the man while the other’s start to agree.

“Are you mad? He has no interest in it.”, you roll your eyes at that and sigh loudly.

“And how do you know that?”, she starts to stutter, and you send her a winning smile.

“Exactly! So let loose and go for it.”, she seems anxious, and you start to feel bad to force her, but she has been talking about this man for the last two months and you were tired of it.

“I’ll do it.”, the rest of the group cheers but you know that there is a catch, there always is.

“If you come with me. The pilot with the moustache has been looking a lot towards here since you turned to look at them.”, she is smiling like a cat that got the cream, because she knows that you would never go there but tonight was about letting lose and finally getting her with that man so that you had some peace. 

You take the last shot and as you drop it to the table you look at her with a smirk.

“Let’s do it.”, she stutters before you take of your jacket that you had kept on and take two beers in your hand giving her one as she tumbles from her chair in shock.

You link your arms, and she seems nervous, so you try your best to reassure her as you go there.

“We will just ask when the pool table is free and then see what happens next.”, she lets out a sigh before nodding confidently and nearly dragging you there. The first person to see you is a blond man with green eyes who has a far to big smirk for your liking.

“Well, hello, how can we help you two lovely ladies?”, he was laying the charm thick, and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. 

“We were wondering when the pool table was free. We would like to play with our group of friends.”, your friend quickly answered, also looking at him with a bored gaze.

“We are nearly done with our game, but you could always join us.”, a new voice makes you turn your head, and you see the pilot your friend was talking about and why did he have to be so good-looking, he had a kind smile on his face, but a flirty look could be seen in his gaze.

You knew your friend would take the opportunity to say no and to escape the situation, but you adjusted your grip on her arm and smiled at him.

“Sure, why not? But be ready this one is amazing at pool.”, a smirk forms on his face and he nods thoughtfully before coming closer.

“I’ll take the challenge if you are my partner.”, he was smooth that was sure, and you felt your stomach doing loops. She better be thankful that you were doing this.

“Sure, but then I get to choose her partner.”, your friend looks at you alarmed seemingly knowing what you were going to suggest.

“What is your name?”, you asked to the blond with glasses, and he looked stunned before stuttering.

“Bob.”, you give him a smile before turning back towards the curly haired pilot who was smirking.

“I choose Bob as her partner.”

“Let’s do this then, can we get your names before?”, you nudged your friend who was probably glaring at you, but you were too busy looking into the brown eyes of the pilot.

“Louise.”, she said trying to look casual and you followed with your name getting a smile out of him.

“And you?”

“Rooster.”, you certainly didn’t expect that and the two of you were looking at him like he was an idiot.

“Did your mother not love you or something.”, you slammed your elbow into her side and she shot you a glare while the pilots chuckled.

“Be nice.”, she rolled her eyes but said a quick sorry at the pilot.

“It’s my call sign, my real name is Bradley.”, the name did fit him, with his moustache and Hawaiian shirts. 

The blond pilot and his friend ended their game and prepared the pool table sending us a wink when they went to find something to drink. Bob seems nervous and you try to shoot him a reassuring grin, while Louise looks as worried as him.

“So, there is something between the two of them, right?”, you felt your cheeks heat up as you felt Rooster’s body close to you.

“Spent a night together, she still talks about it.”, he lets out a low whistle and you can’t help but chuckle at his reaction.

“Always the innocent one.”, you turn to look at him surprised and he smiles widely with a questioning gaze.

“I said the same thing.”, that makes an even large smile appear on his face and you feel a soft blush on your cheeks. 

Louise and Bob start the game and much to your surprise they seem to work well together, the shy man seems to start getting more at ease.

“Want to start?”, you chuckle at Rooster’s words, and he looks surprised.

“I suck at pool, you’re going to have to save this Rooster.”, he chuckles in disbelief, but I pat him on the shoulder, and he seems to shake out of it.

“I’ll do my best then.”, he sends you a wink before going to play.

The game is a bit chaotic with only Louise and Rooster being the good ones at pool while Bob and you cheer on each other when the other fails.

At one point you decide to try to play again but just as you get ready to you feel Rooster’s presence behind you. 

“Can I?”, you quickly nod confused as to what he was asking but you then feel his hand on your arm and changes your position, this causes his body to go a bit against you. You feel the air leave your body and you try to calm your racing heart at his touch.

“There you go, try now.”, you can hear the smirk in his voice and try to concentrate yourself on the game. By some miracle you manage to put the ball in the socket, and you turn around to look at Rooster with a large smile. The pilot looks at you with an even bigger smile and brings you closer to him to let Bob play.

The rest of the game is spent laughing and watching Bob flirting with Louise who is starting to get closer to him every time he does. Bob ends the game and somehow makes them win and Louise squeals before hugging him hard making the man stumble a bit.

“Seems like our plan worked.”, you chuckle at his words and turn to look at him.

“We make a pretty good team.”, you can’t help but get lost in his brown eyes and the feeling of having him close to you.

“Are you free tomorrow?”, Rooster has nervous smile as he asks the question, and you just want to kiss him right there.

“For you, I am.”, a wide grin appears, and he chuckles before bringing me closer.

“Good, then it’s a date.”, he says as he looks at you with sparkling brown eyes.

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Baekhyunie don't leave me - Part 5

barista!baekhyun x fem!reader

mafia!AU | action | angst | smut | nsfw

3.9 word count

sir kink, big cock, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, getting caught kink (kinda), semi public (storage room of empty shop), oral (f), orgasm control (f), breeding kink, creampie 🌸 🌼🌷 🌹

Don’t trust anything in this story. Don’t trust the cute bright cover, don’t trust the handsome playful flirty barista and do not trust the cute innocent timid girl.

Concept song: Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose.

A/N: I'm so so happy to be back with a new chapter of this series. We are nearing the end guys. Only one chapter left after this one. I hope you'll enjoy it. As usual don't forget to tell me about what you thought in the comments. Feedback is everythinggg <3 -Cat 😸

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It’s been a while since you visited your lovely, handsome, sweet, loving perfect boyfriend at the café. So you are particularly happy to go visit him at work today. He called you yesterday evening and told you it may be possible to see each other today. 

Most of the time Baekhyun is the busiest man you know. Between working past hours everyday, managing the deliveries and supplies, and doing the accounting of the whole café and somehow managing to switch up the specials every two weeks so the customers never get bored. It became that inside joke that he has a twin to back him up so he can catch some sleep once every full moon.

So one can say it is rare to catch your lovely boyfriend in bright daylight. Most of the time you only see him at night when he’s not drowning in paperwork or in coffee beans.

But you just love to welcome him into your apartment after a hard day’s work. The strong smell of coffee that cling to his hair mixed with his cologne and the faint sweaty musk of a hard working man. It was so comforting when you were finally able to hold him in your arms and rest your chin on his broad shoulder, your face perfectly nested in the crook of his neck.

The mere thought makes you take a deep breath as you turn at the last crossroad before Le Coeur de Séoul. 

Sadly most of the time this isn’t even possible. Most of the time Baekhyun has to go back to his appartement which, unfortunately, is too little for the both of you to meet there. Well, you’ve never actually seen it but he has told you many times that it’s actually a tiny studio with only two rooms. One bathroom and well everything else. He joked many times about not needing a fire detector because if anything burns off in the oven he practically sleeps with his head in it.

But even when he doesn’t have time to actually meet, he would always find time for you. He would call you, send you cute goodnight texts. Most of the time accompanied with a sexy picture of him. Like freshly out the shower, with soaked hair dripping down his face and with the towel resting purposely low on his hips or when working out at the gym letting the close fitted clothes hug his frame so nicely and sweat shining down his neck. 

Sometimes even more daring pictures of his... goods. That usually ends in you also sharing your own body with him. He would facetime you at 1 am and have you strip and do all kinds of dirty things to the camera for him while he would stroke himself. Your stomach jumps up just thinking back at what you did yesterday. His rough and husky voice coming out the speaker of his phone as he looked with avid eyes at you fingering yourself on his behalf.

That side of your relationship was so enticing. You were both so pasionnate about each other that it would often end exactly like that with Baekhyun asking eargerly for your nudes or even unannouced meeting in the middle of the night at your appartement where you’d have torrid sex. 

Well, actually it would always end up like this because Baekhyun was insatiable. His sex drive always demanded something from you and luckily you were up for the challenge because there was nothing you wanted more than to satisfy your man. So you complied happily every time he reached for your help to relieve himself after a stressful day of granting the customers’ every whim and getting angry on the phone with the delayed suppliers. 

And today is special! You think to yourself as you spot the store from the familiar pedestrian crossing across the street. Today officially marks your 6 months together. 6 months since that fateful late afternoon in the café. So you’re coming with a surprise. The very first time you invited him over at your place he found your dad’s rolex and he brings it up quite often. He even confessed to you how jealous he was when he thought maybe a guy you were seeing left it at your apartment. It kind of also became an inside joke between the both of you. So why not offer him a rolex? 

You went to your father’s jeweler and picked the most elegant one you could find. Not a gaudy one like the one of your father, all gold with hundreds of encrusted diamonds and a huge framing that could easily pass as a whole clock.

No, this one was perfect. It was matching Baekhyun in every way possible. The platinum bracelet had a dark grey patina that was matching the strapping of the framing while it had a pearly pine tree green background. The silver roman numbers added to the elegance of the jewel and of course the watchmaking was of the utmost standards, state of the art, the discreet little crown logo under the hand of the watch testified of its quality.

It was everything Baekhyun was: elegant, classy, manly and of course expensive. Very expensive. But Baekhyun was worth hundreds of thousands of these watches. He was invaluable. Truly the perfect gift for the perfect occasion for the perfect man.

It’s what you thought when you pushed in the doors of the rustic café and heard the familiar chime of the bell hung above the door.

You immediately spotted a blonde tuft of hair cleaning the tables at the back of the café, his large back turned towards you as he diligently wiped down the table. 

“Welcome at Le Coeur de Séoul. What can I g-” he interrupted himself when he spotted you. Immediately his eyes turned to the big rustic clock as he shuffled hastily towards you. 

“Hey Baby” he says as he wraps one arm around your waist and looks over his shoulder through the big shop window. “What are you doing here?” he says, wearing a small nervous smile. “You’re early” your eyes darted all over his handsome face.

His earring dangling with the movements of his head, the nervous brows and the half smile don’t sit right. But you brush it off.

“I just thought since it’s our six month anniverssary we should celebrate” you say in a small, almost apologetic voice.

“Oh my gosh baby” he pouts adorably and takes your frame into his big embrace. “ You’re so cute”.

“I got you something” you present the small box wrapped in discreet gray wrapping.

“Oh my sweet baby” he coos at you, enclosing his big hands around your tiny ones holding the box. “Let’s go in the back so the customers don’t bother us, okay sweetheart?” he says as he hurries you through the small back door with his hand pressed against the small of your back.

The room was cluttered and poorly lit. It was dark and narrow but you didn’t mind the atmosphere. Actually the secluded and small space felt secure, you felt safe with Baekhyun's large body pressed against you while the new delivery of coffee beans perfumed the cramped supply room with their rich aroma.

“Here” you handed him the small box while you looked at him through your lashes.

“Thank you baby girl” he huffed, his whisper bouncing off the walls of the small rooms to your ears.

As his fingers busied themselves with unwrapping the present you grew more and more anxious. Now that the moment had come you weren’t so sure about the so-called “perfection” of the gift. What if he wasn’t into watches at all? And coming to think of it, wasn’t pine tree green kind of a bold choice? Sure it compliments the brown apron pretty well and you figured he would be able to wear it everyday to work but what if he just dislikes this color? You never saw him wearing green before. Maybe there’s a good reason for it.

By the time Baekhyun opens the box your soft facial features are soaked with worry as you’re anxiously fidgeting with your fingers. 

“Baby…” he gasps, pausing in time while he covers his mouth with his palm.

“What? You know if you don’t like it we can always return it. I don't know why I picked green, honestly I just-” you ramble but Baekhyun interrupts you.

“No, baby” he looks up at you. “I love it” you let out a big sigh of relief before beaming at him.

“Happy 6 months anniverssary” you just simply say while Baekhyun sets the box on one of the suspended shelves and hugs you once more. His cologne floats to your nose, and you close your eyes to return his embrace.

“I have a gift for you too” he whispers into your neck.

“Really?”

“Yes” you felt his lips being pulled into a smirk against the skin of your neck. And he pressed his already hardening cock onto your stomach.

For a split second you can’t help but to feel disappointed… Well, you looked for the perfect gift for weeks not to mention the price of the thing, not that you mind anyway. Of course you don’t mind, you would give up everything for him. Everything in this world. 

But it doesn’t matter if he doesn't have anything right now. But look he’s already trying to make it up to you with what he has on hand. You’re certain that it’s just the beginning! That later tonight after work he’ll take you out to a nice restaurant and get you flowers. Yeah… you’re sure of it!

His lips latch onto your skin and his hands rush from your thighs to underneath your skirt to pull down on your panties. You gasp as you feel the air brush against your already dampening folds. No matter how often or how quick Baekhyun is, he knows how to make you wet. You couldn't resist him even if you tried. 

As soon as the panties hit the floor he crouches and hangs one of your legs over his shoulder. To not lose balance you lean back onto one of the shelves, pushing away some empty cardboard boxes to make room for your hands holding on the edge of the wooden shelving.

“I’ll make you nice and ready for me babygirl” he whispers, lips flush against your folds. His warm breath lifts goosebumps on your skin and pulls a shaky gasp from your lips.

He checks the time on his brand new watch and smirks again. 

“Since you’re ealy we have a time for a quick fuck” he said before wrapping his pink lips around your already sensitive clit. You instantly feel weak at the knees when you feel his warm mouth around you. You press one hand onto your mouth to keep yourself from moaning while the other holds on for dear life on the edge of the shelf. 

“But we gotta be real quick okay baby?” he asks, briefly parting his lips from yours, looking up at you through his lashes. 

“Okay” you meekly reply, repressing a moan while Baekhyun goes down on you once more, lapping with hunger at your cunt, made shiny with your arousal and his spit.

“You’re going to be a good girl and get wet fast for me right baby” Lust laces his deep voice as he gives no rest to your already throbbing center. 

“Yes sir” you respond nodding vigorously, feeling each tease of his tongue on your swollen clit you can’t help but to moan through your fingers, muffling them as much as you can while you get soaking wet for Baekhyun. Just like he asked you, you always do your best to satisfy him and within a few seconds your thighs are coated with your juices, strings of your arousal dangling between your swollen and needy cunt and the floor while your leg resting on Baekhyun’s shoulder shake and make your panties sway on your ankles. 

You are so close to your release when Baekhyun stops. You let out a small whimper of disappointment.

“Don’t you finish by yourself you naughty little girl” Baekhyun says as he licks his lips clean.

“Yes sir” you say again but Baekhyun notices how your wet pussy clenches and throbs, so eager to be touched again, so needy for him. His eyes trail up your body and to your face. You’re flushed red, hand still pressed to your lips trying to hide away from him. He definetely loves that innocent look in your eyes, even after all these countless times he had fucked you. After he defiled your innocence and made you his toy, his cocksleeve, his play thing, after all the dirty things he forced you to say and the nasty things he got you to do… After all this you still looked like a scared little doe-eyed virgin.

He’s surely going to miss that.

He brushes his tip on your fold all the while maintaining steady eye contact with you. He presses his dick against your entrance and you gasp when you feel the pleasurable and familiar feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate the thick head of his cock. You’re still amazed at how you still feel slight, dull pain from how big he is. But you love that feeling, the satisfaction of knowing you’re squeezing his cock so thighly that has to bite his lips every time he enters you.

“Shit baby you’re so fucking tight for me” he groans as he keeps pushing himself in until he reaches the bottom of you, thick and long cock completely nested inside your warm and wet insides. 

“Now what do you say baby?” he asks, still looking at you dead in the eyes. He smirks when you whimper cutely, embarrassment and shame painting your cheeks bright pink and anticipation making sweat drip down your temples. 

“Please fuck me Sir” you moan in a soft whimper and Baekhyun’s smirk grows wider.

“Good girl” he praises while he pulls out slowly until only the tip is still inside and he smashes himself back violently. Instantly your hand that was covering your mouth flies to the edge of the shelf to keep you balanced because the thrust is so powerful that you have to use both hands to make sure you don’t crumble to the ground.

Baekhyun fucks you like never before. He gives your poor cunt no rest, thrusting in and out with long strokes that all aimed straight at your sweet spot. You can’t keep your voice down anymore and start to scream under the overwhelming pleasure. 

Baekhyun presses his large palm onto your mouth but keep on pounding you with the hellish pace he settled.

“Shhhh… Keep quiet my baby” he whispers before grunting in your ear, driving himself closer to his release. 

Only muffled moans, grunts and the sound of wet skin clashing fill the room. One lewd and melodious symphony.

Usually you have to ask Baekhyun for permission before cumming but this time you can't as he’s silencing you, his palm makes it impossible to say a word. But he picks up on your state of desperation as your cunt violently clenches arounds his thick and twitching cock. 

“You want to cum baby?” he asks panting, lust darkening his gaze to a color you very much love. You nod tears brimming at the corner of your eyes. “Yeah?”

“Hmmhmm” you try to answer positively but Baekhyun slows down.

“What if I put a baby in your belly so you never forget about me? Huh?” he asks, suddenly the thought of baring Baekhyun’s children comes to you and you can’t help but to clench on his dick even harder.

“Oh baby. Do you like that ? You became even tighter” he says while going ever so slightly faster. “I’ll make you pregnant with my child” he said, his voice being merely an animalistic grunt. “You’re gonna cum on my cock and take my sperm?” he says as he takes his hand off your mouth.

“Yes please Sir” you beg instantly, doing your best to keep your voice down. Baekhyun goes back to the punishing pace. He fucks you deep and hard, pulling and pushing on your walls clenched around him trying to milk him dry.

“Take my fucking cum and get pregnant” he groans with one last porwerful thrust smashing right on your g spot. You cum around his cock and the crushing weight of your orgasm sweeps you away as you bite down on your bottom lip, being as silent as possible like you promised. 

Baekhyun delivers what feels like gallons of cum while his tip is pressed to your cervix, directly serving his fertile cum to your hungry womb. Each throb of your orgasming pussy earning one big squirt of thick cum from his hard cock. 

When Baekhyun slips out of you the last forces that were holding you down on the shelf just leave you and you collapse to your knees while your filled cunt just desperately twitches, already missing Baekhyun’s cock. 

Baekhyun quickly grabs a clean rag and wipes himself down while you collect yourself and put your panties back in place to secure Baekhyun’s anniversary gift inside your womb.

When you are both fully clothed again he checks the time again. He looks worried somehow and you start to wonder why he isn’t holding you in his arms like he always does. Why his eyes seem to avert yours. And why he’s constantly checking the time.

“Baekhyunie…” you start as you wrap your hands around his bigger ones. Your eyes look for his. Your heart is racing against your ribs. “I…” you can't believe you’re about to say this but you have to. You have to let him know what kind of feeling have been bubbling in your chest months and months ago. Ever since you stepped inside the coffee shop for the very first time. Ever since the very first time your eyes landed on this warm and welcoming blonde barista with the cute pouty smile and the distinctive dangling earring. That fateful day the bell above the door rang and chimed like your heart. A feeling you haven’t felt ever since your mom passed away.

If you were the person that you are today it was thanks to him. Baekhyun made you feel alive again. He made you want to better yourself. Made you want to be the best woman you could be for him. Just for his sake. You’d go to hell and back for him and you had this urge to let him know. To let him know that he didn’t need to doubt you in any way that you were devoted to him and only him forever until your last breath.

“Baekhyunie… I love you”

There. 

You said it.

But Baekhyun lets go of your hands, letting them fall at your side. He ripped his gaze from yours and just stood there silent.

Panic started to rush through your body and your throat felt dry. Your heart beat even louder in your chest but this time it was out of sheer terror. Why wouldn't he say it back? Why was he staying silent ?

“Sorry …” he started hesitantly. “But I think we should break up”

For a second you didn’t even catch the full meaning of those words put together. For you these words couldn't possibly be in the same sentence next to each other. It didn’t make sense because it was simply not possible.

But as the heavy silence fell between you, you realized what Baekhyun truly meant.

“What?” you whispered feverishly, the word almost getting stuck in your tight and dry throat.   

“I think we should see other people” he said, usual warm honey toned voice as cold and biting as winter winds.

You couldn’t even cry or talk or move or do anything at all for that matter. You were stunned. You stayed there, wide eyes desperately looking for the warmth in Baekhyun’s orbs but they were as glacial as his voice, as his words and as his heart.

Baekhyun gently placed his hand on your back, delicately pressing it to guide you out of the storage room. Mechanically your feet activated and placed themselves in front of each other until you suddenly found yourself in front of the entrance, right under the bell above the door. 

“You know I had something really special with you” he said as blankly as possible. “Thank you again for the watch every time I’ll look at it I’ll think of you” he leaned in and kissed your forehead which made your eyes snap back at him. This simple touch, this last straw of affection from the man you loved more than anything finally made you snap. Tears started to fill your eyes and blurred your vision but everything you wanted to say was getting caught in your throat. Your bleeding heart was crying for help inside your chest, desperately trying to win Baekhyun back by hammering against your ribs.

Your thoughts were knotted and incoherent, your brain couldn’t process what was happening. It couldn’t handle the desperation, the confusion, the disillusionment and the loss. This grieving pain clawing at your unarmed and helpless soul. This feeling of abandonment chewing up and tearing your heart with its sharp teeth before spitting it out and leaving it in the cold to rot all alone.

None of this could be real.

“Why?” you asked in a broken up whisper, weak voice quavering, on the verge of tears.

But Baekhyun only answered with a pitied half smile. Throwing one last look at the big wooden clock before opening the door for you. The usually happy chiming of the bell sounded somber. It seemed to be mocking you, ringing the death knell of this thing you thought to be a relationship; burying the immeasurable love you felt for this man.

And you walked out. As simply as that you just walked out.

When you turned around to look one last time at him you saw another woman come in. You didn’t pay much attention to her until she walked right past the counter and directly onto the arms of Baekhyun. Your crumbled up heart was already weeping but it exploded when Baekhyun swiftly removed the watch to slip it in his back pocket and leaned in to kiss the beautiful woman.

You heard it. You swear you heard it. You heard your heart physically being shattered in thousands of sharp pieces. You felt real physical, tangible pain, tearing through the already atrophied muscle and ripping open a gaping hole in your chest, letting the cool wind of the late summer chill your bones.

You will never forget the expression on his face when he looked at her. Smiling so genuinely. His eyes overflowing with something you had never seen. A sentiment he only poorly mimicked when he looked at you before. But did he fool you! The whole act had got you wrapped around his fingers, your naivete making you credulous and believing all of his sweet lies. But now you see it clear because he never ever looked at you this way. 

The dilated pupils of his brown orbs as warm as summer, drooping in adoration, round cheeks made rose by an accelerated heart rate gently rising in a pure smile. 

The look of love.

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A/N: Soo i guess the secret is out now. We know why Baekhyun was sus since the beginning!! Stay tuned for next chapter to see how OC will react... I cannot wait to show youu!!!

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Well for today’s WIP Wednesday I had me a dilemma… because chapter 5 is damn near finished, last scene, and I don’t want to give you the whole thing early!

So instead, you get the scene I’m working on, at the end of the chapter >) also, I think I finally fixed the tag lists, but if you have asked to be tagged and still aren’t please let me know

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Bumping into Tucker and Tim had been a fun coincidence, and Danny wasn’t about to miss the chance to catch up. Sure, they’d not been apart long, but a lot had happened.

First of all…

“What happened to your shoulder Tim?” Jason asked “innocently”, something just on this side of sincere worry in his eyes.

Tim made a face, rolling his shoulder and carefully cupping it.

“Oh, nothing. Just a bit of an overenthusiastic greeting by someone called Vlad,” he said nonchalantly, shooting Danny a sly smile. “He thought I was someone else.”

For just the briefest second, that hot flare of Obsession hit Jason again. Protect-mine-how dare he.

But Danny was used to those kinds of reactions; mostly from personal experience. If he even thought his friends were hurt in an attack, things got… intense.

He let his aura spread enough to stroke across Jason’s again, not moving closer while they were the center of attention. He felt the flash of surprise, and something… else?

Something softer, none of the alarm he’d felt when he’d filled the room. He stroked calm-safe-amused-he’s faking back anyway and watched Jason’t shoulders settle.

Felt a wash of embarrassed-amused-sorry more directed his way, and smiled to himself. Jason was getting good at this pretty fast.

Sam, Tuck, and Tim had kept the conversation going while they had their little halfa moment, chatting just a little louder than they should about Tim’s encounter.

Just so their neighbours could hear them without having to strain, of course.

That would be rude.

Slotting back into the conversation was easy, and honestly? Tim was also a pretty cool guy to hang out with. Danny was a little surprised by how much fun he was having.

It just went to show, the galas of nightmares could be pretty fun with friends.

There was definitely something about to start though, because people were beginning to move more pointedly towards the large doors opposite the stairs. The dining hall, if Danny remembered right.

Right. Dinner.

It was probably that which brought Damian, Dick, and Cass to join them. Dick launched easily into the story of their own encounter with Vlad and okay, being funny as fuck clearly ran in the family.

Damian was a little off though. Until he actually met Bruce, Danny couldn’t say for sure, but for now? Maybe the Waynes were just the unfunny ones.

That or something was bugging him, because he had a tight frown on his face. And… was… kinda staring at Danny.

Half an eye on the kid, Danny casually shifted away to the right. The glare followed, so yeah - gonna say that was for him.

It was kinda cute really. For all the kid wanted to play tough guy and pretend he didn’t care, he basically radiated a protective suspicion for Jason.

Danny had to admit he’d been weird enough when he thought anyone was threatening Jazz or his friends, so he couldn’t complain. Just felt weird to be on the other side of.

Just as they were approaching the wide open doors, the Mansons popped up again, absolutely beaming to see Sam surrounded by the full crop of Waynes.

“I’m so happy to see you all getting along, poor Samantha does get so lonely at these events sometimes,” Pamela trilled happily, patting her daughter on the shoulder.

Sam, Manson Party Smile in place, glanced at the hand like she was seriously considering biting it. Danny hid a grin of his own.

“We’re sorry to break up the party, but we should be getting our two off to our table,” Jeremy explained, giving Sam a beaming smile and pretending Danny didn’t exist.

Jason cut in immediately, bestowing a charming smile on both of them and offering Sam his hand. Which she gave a sidelong look to, then slowly took.

Pamela’s eyes all but whirred like camera lenses as she locked onto the gesture.

“Actually, I was just about to invite Sam to join me at our table? And Danny too of course,” Jason added as an afterthought, also not looking for Danny.

For the best, because he wasn’t sure he could hold in all the giggles. No chance of the Mansons noticing anyway, because they were on cloud nine.

“Oh, how wonderful! It would certainly give you some more time to get to know each other,” Pamela gushed, the hand on Sam’s shoulder giving her daughter a sudden little shove closer to Jason.

As if there was any chance she might have missed the super subtle parental semaphore all evening.

And Sam deserved an Oscar.

Glancing up to Jason, she let the Party Smile slip more into a real, shy one, quickly looking away like she didn’t want to be caught looking.

“Yeah, okay. Sounds good,” she said quietly, her grip tightening just a little.

If Danny hadn’t known she’d never been shy in a relationship in her life he could have easily bought into this Bridgerton bullshit. As it was, he and Tuck exchanged grins, wishing for popcorn.

Jeremy took his wife by the arm before she could dissolve into delighted tittering, inclining his head to the group.

“I’m sure we’ll see you after dinner then. Have fun,” he told Sam, and for just a moment he sounded so sincerely proud that Sam’s grip tightened in Jason’s.

Then they were gone and she groaned melodramatically, dropping said hand and glaring at Tucker and Danny.

“Not a word,” she snapped, eyes narrowed. Both boys immediately raised their hands in abject surrender.

“Whatever would we even say?” Tuck asked innocently. Beside him Tim snickered.

“That your parents clearly read even more period romances than Jason?” He offered, and Sam’s eyes narrowed at him instead.

Then she huffed, folding her arms and dragging Jason’s hand into the crook of her elbow.

“Yeah, yeah. Get me to the table. At least I don’t have to listen to them gushing for an hour,” she grumbled, actual sadness flicking across her eyes.

Jason slipped his hand free and before she could protest, wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“C’mon, let me tell you about all the times Timmy’s fallen asleep at gala dinners,” he said innocently, shooting a wicked grin at his younger brother as he turned them away to keep walking.

Tim’s smile dropped immediately as they begun to walk, hurrying around so he could glare at Jason and walk backwards.

“Don’t you fucking dare Jason. I still have pictures of the Discowing incident,” he threatened, and unfortunately for him only made Jason grin broader.

“You did, until Babs owed me a favour,” he teased back and Tim’s eyes narrowed, hands jumping to his phone.

“Fuck off she did not, she wouldn’t,” he grumbled as he fell behind, Dick landing a companionable hand on the back of his neck to steer him along with them.

“Discowing incident?” Tucker asked, hurrying up on Jason’s other side.

Jason glanced back over his shoulder, smirking at Dick and Tim.

“Family game night. The loser has to suffer some humiliation, and when I lost they got me one of Nightwing’s old costumes to wear for photos. The one with the v-neck,” he added for explanation.

Coming up on Sam’s other side, his hand in the small of her back, Danny damn near tripped over his feet. He’d have fallen if Sam hadn’t caught him, a smug smirk now on her face.

At least she was feeling better.

Behind them, Dick rolled his eyes while Tucker went searching on his PDA.

“Hey, I still say that was a cool suit. More interesting than all the black spandex the rest of the bat brigade mainline,” he protested, making all three of his brothers scoff.

“Then why did he stop wearing it?” Steph asked, materialising from nowhere to toss an arm around Dick’s shoulders, just as Danny asked,

“Isn’t Nightwing’s current costume mostly black?”

Even Cass giggled, which Danny had already decided was an accomplishment. Dick gave a few half hearted defences while the others needled him, and Tucker made a triumphant noise and passed his PDA to Sam.

She angled it so Danny could see and he had to clap his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.

“He fought crime in that?!” He exclaimed through his fingers, and Sam raised a pointed brow at him.

“Batman’s underwear are on the outside and this is the line?” She asked sarcastically, then turned and grinned up at Jason. “So when are you introducing me to my new best friend Babs?”

They’d reached a large oval table now… right in the front and center of the room. Right. Wayne table, Jason’s gala.

They were gonna have an audience.

Jason chuckled and grinned down at Sam, moving to pull out a chair for her just off center.

“Absolutely fucking never unless you swear to forget all you’ve heard,” he promised as the rest of his siblings minus Cass rushed around for the other side of the table.

Sam snorted a laugh, taking the seat and letting him tuck her in.

“Look at what I am fucking wearing. Give me the disco suit and I’ll wear that with pride,” she pointed out, gesturing to the mass of bows.

Dick won the race, by diving into the seat Tim had just pulled out and locking his legs underneath it. He leaned immediately across the table and grinned at Sam.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” He asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Steph dropped down to sit beside him.

“We could go later tonight?” She offered, and both laughed when Jason flicked a napkin at them, taking his own seat.

“You’re both the fucking worst, and Babs has shit on you too,” he reminded them, with no real effect.

Danny took a seat Sam’s other side, Tucker winding up beside Danny on the curve. That left Tim with a seat almost half opposite Tucker, on the other side of the round.

Further from the main action, but honestly, he took it with good grace. Better than Damian, who despite having the seat on Dick’s other side, near the middle of the table, was still sulking.

Maybe because he’d had to wait for a new chair to be brought? Cass had the other new chair, at Jason’s other side.

No one seemed worried that they’d left the table unbalanced, mostly down at one end.

A couple of attendants had already hurried over with three extra chairs, disappearing again for place settings as the Waynes passed cutlery around.

Danny figured this was what throwing the party (and having more money than your average country) did for you. People didn’t make a fuss when plans changed.

The hall was still pretty loud, people finding their seats and getting comfortable. Across the table Dick leaned forward, grinning broadly at Sam and Danny.

“So, we know about Sam and her folks. What about you, Danny? Do you have any family nearby?” He asked, ignoring a warning look from Jason.

Danny appreciated it, but he didn’t really mind. Odds on, he’d be getting to know Jason’s family better at some point. They seemed pretty close.

“Nah, my sister’s studying psychology in Star City and both parents are still in Illinois. We sort of spread out.” Not least so both he and Jazz could have some time away from home.

Time to pretend to be normal. And somewhere nobody knew the name Fenton.

Dick nodded cheerfully, but Danny didn’t miss how both Damian and Steph’s eyes had narrowed. They were gonna remember what he said for later.

Fun. Maybe he should be doing some interrogating back.

Dick had already moved on though, still with that charming smile.

“Can’t say I know much about that, the furthest I got from home was Bludhaven,” he said companionably, tugging Damian in for a hug. “Can’t let the little ones do without their biggest brother.”

Damian squirmed viciously, sputtering protests, and Steph laughed and pulled Dick into a headlock.

“Jason’s bigger,” she teased, and Danny couldn’t help glancing over from the corner of his eye.

Jason was a lot bigger. In just about every direction. To be fair, Jason was bigger than some cars.

Dick squirmed free with surprising flexibility, releasing Damian who huffed and corrected his outfit immediately. Danny figured it was as good a time as any to do some sleuthing back.

“Bludhaven, huh? What do you do there?”

“I’m a cop,” Dick answered with an easy shrug. “I guess I got in the habit of wrangling these little bastards.”

Sam snorted a laugh beside him and Danny hid a grin in his hands. He was probably gonna regret that.

“You grew up in Gotham and became a cop?” She asked, heavy with derision. Beside Danny Tucker snickered, leaning over to whisper to Tim.

“And you thought you had it bad before.” Which, yeah. ACAB was Sam’s other favourite mantra after Eat The Rich.

Dick shrugged again, not losing his cheerful grin yet and spread his hands.

“That’s kinda why I did it. There were always so many corrupt cops, I wanted there to be at least someone that people could count on,” he explained like it might save him.

Sam stifled most of the second laugh.

“Oh, sorry, I thought you said you became a cop, not a firefighter. Is he a snitch too?” She asked Steph, who looked like Christmas had either come a little late or extremely early.

“Not to Bruce, but he did threaten to arrest me for parking near a fire route,” she said with a wicked grin.

Decidedly pouting now, Dick threw both hands into the air.

“I was kidding! I didn’t actually arrest her!” He argued as the rest of the table booed. Even Damian.

“Just another corrupt cop,” Sam sighed, shaking her head. Dick opened and closed his mouth a few times, then frowned.

“Wait so I’m a snitch if I do arrest people and corrupt if I don’t? How am I supposed to win?” He complained, the pout still mostly playful.

Sam stared him dead in the eye, devoid of mercy.

“Not be a cop.”

Dick groaned dramatically and Steph laughed, reaching over to pinch his cheeks.

“Hey, we told you when you joined,” she pointed out cheerfully and Dick sighed.

“Well, yeah, but the system’s not gonna change if no one ever does anything, is it?”

Tucker and Danny exchanged looks. Grins. And were slightly surprised when Jason beat Sam to the punch.

“Corrupt systems don’t change from the inside, Dickie,” he said with a smirk. Dick pointed an accusatory finger at him.

“Hey, you can’t talk. He likes Red Hood,” he explained as an aside to the Amity Parkers as if it might help his case.

Jason spread his hands, grinning.

“Hey, I came from the Alley, I’m allowed to appreciate a guy cleaning it up. Which the cops never even tried,” he added smugly. Dick huffed.

“Red Hood killed people.”

“So do the police,” Sam pointed out with a smirk of her own and Dick deflated.

“Red Hood stopped,” Jason joined in, jumping on the moment of weakness. “I bet his bodycount is less than Bludhaven PD’s.”

Steph and Tim both snickered at that, although Danny wasn’t quite sure why. It seemed a little more innuendo ridden than just enjoying Dick’s suffering.

And Jason’s cheeks definitely pinked. But he ignored them. Yeah, Danny had some follow up questions for later.

From Jason’s other side, Cass signed something that Danny couldn’t quite catch from this angle, but Steph nodded quickly.

“Yeah, good point Cass. She wants to know what you guys think about vigilantes,” she explained, looking expectantly at Sam.

Who frowned for a moment, then shrugged.

“At least they’re getting something done. But someone needs to look into Batman hoarding children,” she said dryly, and most of the table snickered.

“I think most of them follow him,” Tim pointed out in an effort to be fair. Steph and Jason both made faces at him and he flipped them both off.

“But do you have a favourite of Gotham’s vigilantes?” asked Dick, leaping onto the subject change with both feet.

Danny cast a quick glance at Jason, but he looked about as entertained as the rest of the table. It must have been something they talked about a lot.

Or the rest of the Waynes were the rest of the bats. But Danny didn’t want to assume… unless it would be funny.

Without the key of Jason’s old Robin connection, Sam and Tucker probably wouldn’t get there.

Sam was pursing her lips, probably thinking about her options. She’d know more of them than him or Tucker, but Danny figured he knew most of the big players.

“Black Bat,” she finally decided, leaning back in her seat, “but Batwoman definitely fucks.”

This was met with general agreement, Danny frowning for a moment. He’d not had many bat sightings since moving to Gotham, but…

“She definitely says fuck,” he agreed with a snicker. Sam punched his shoulder.

“You can’t talk. Who’s your favourite, new town boy?”

Rubbing his arm and feigning great injury, Danny stuck his tongue out at her. Thought for a moment longer.

“Signal’s pretty great,” he decided, tipping his chair back for a moment to frown at the ceiling, “I passed by the mall after a rogue attack one time and he was teaching the kids to do flips.”

“After the rogue was in custody?” Steph asked, but she was still grinning. Danny shrugged.

“I dunno, I don’t talk to cops.”

Dick let out another wounded groan and Sam snickered, then leaned forward to look at Tucker.

“How about you?”

Tucker hesitated for a moment, clearly torn. Then he visibly drew in his courage and looked around the table expectantly.

“Have you guys heard of the Oracle?” He asked, voice heavy with anticipation. The surrounding Gothamites stilled, watching him expectantly.

Sam rolled her eyes.

“If you’re not wearing spandex are you even a vigilante?” She asked dryly. Tucker flipped her off.

“Hey, Oracle’s done more for this city than any of the bats! More for the whole world!”

“It’s a legend in the hacker community,” Danny “explained”, keeping an eye on Dick and Steph as the two opposite him. And less obviously hacker connected.

If they were the bats and Oracle existed, they’d know.

“They’re a master hacker that can break any system, any time, and gathers all the evidence to put people like Roman Sionis behind bars,” Tucker said, taking over the explanation.

With his usual dramatic aplomb, planting both hands flat on the table and leaning forward impressively, his voice low and conspiratorial.

“No one knows who they are or anything about them. You just find their tracks sometimes, especially when there’s a really big rogue attack or someone gets busted too soon.”

“Sounds kinda like a rumour,” Dick offered with a small shrug, glancing at Tim. “How about you, Tim? Have you heard of an Oracle?”

Tim hesitated for a moment, just long enough for Steph to snicker.

“Guess if there is one they don’t bother with Bludhaven PD,” she said smugly, dodging when Dick swung half heartedly at her. “Police brutality!”

Dick groaned whole heartedly as the others laughed, sinking back into his seat.

“But seriously, why doesn’t anyone like Nightwing?” He grumbled, arms folded as he pouted at his siblings. “He was on the scene before it was cool.”

‘Before he had to be cool,’ Cass signed, shuffling a little further around the curve of the oval so the rest of the table could see her.

Dick’s head snapped up when Steph and Sam laughed harder, pouting at his sister.

“Hey! Not fair when I’m not looking!”

‘Pay attention then,’ she signed back, her expression all sweet and studied innocence.

At the other end of the table Tucker decided to take a little pity on the guy.

“Nightwing’s okay. I liked that suit,” he said with a shrug and a grin. Dick straightened in his seat, grinning over at him.

“Finally, a man of distinction and taste!”

“Cops don’t get opinions,” Sam smirked, leaning forward to grin at Tucker, “so what’s your excuse?”

Tucker stuck his nose in the air, pointedly looking away from her.

“We’re not all goth, Sam. Some of us have heard of colours.”

“Spoiler wears purple,” Tim put in helpfully, pulling up a picture to show him. Tucker leaned in for a moment, then nodded.

“Yeah that’s pretty cool too. Capes are in,” he added, shooting a meaningful look at Danny. Who rolled his eyes, both hands in the air.

“And when they come in for those of us not wearing identity obscuring masks, I’ll wear one,” he replied dryly. Tucker pshawed at him, waving a hand.

“You’re in Gotham, how weird would it be?” He asked off handedly. Danny sighed and then looked pointedly around the rest of the table.

“Weird?” Steph offered, shrugging.

“Pretty fuckin’ weird,” Jason agreed and Danny folded his arms and grinned at Tucker.

“I’m not breaking my win streak by letting some rogue mistake me for a bat. You wear a cape while you’re here,” he said, sticking out his tongue.

Whatever Tucker was about to say was lost when Dick sat up sharply, face bright with renewed enthusiasm.

“Wait, Danny, does that mean you haven’t been in a rogue attack before?” He asked eagerly, which was just a little too fucking weird.

Even weirder, the rest of the Gothamites looked equally excited. Even Damian managed a smug anticipation around his piercing stare.

Danny felt kind of like he was in a freak show display case.

“Uh… yeah? But I bet loads of people in Gotham haven’t and it’s only been a year…” his excuses were immediately batted away as Steph clasped her hands in front of her.

“Oh that means tonight is gonna be your first! That’s so exciting!” She squealed happily.

Danny and Tucker gave her weird looks, but to their surprise it was Sam who answered, sighing and leaning back in her seat.

“At least one rogue always attacks a gala,” she explained, waving a hand around them, “it’s all of Gotham’s wealthiest in one place. It’s why we don’t come here much,” she added, eyes narrowing in frustration.

Beside her Jason frowned down at her. Probably trying to work out the frustration.

“Because they don’t think it’s safe? One of the bats always deals with it,” he added when Tucker and Danny still looked confused.

Sam snorted and shook her head.

“Because they think I’ll start something during the attack,” she huffed, folding her arms and glaring at Tucker and Danny. Daring them to comment.

Tucker, unafraid of death with Danny between them, snickered.

“You’ll finish something during the attack,” he corrected, ignoring the sudden concerned looks from the Gothamites.

Sam’s eyes narrowed further but she let the comment stand. Steph leaned forward a little, looking nervous for the first time.

“It’s usually better not to get involved?” She offered, sounding almost apologetic. “The rogues can be pretty dangerous and you don’t want to call attention to yourself.”

“I doubt that would be an issue,” Damian snapped, eyes narrowed as he trained that glare on Sam instead of Danny.

She stared him down, then nodded sharply.

“He gets it. Anyway, you don’t have to worry, I got the lecture half a dozen times when we flew in. “No punching assholes, or any criminals”,” she mimicked her mom’s perky tones, heavily sarcastic air quotes stretched alongside.

Stifling a grin, Danny suddenly noticed something.

“Hey wait, I didn’t get the no punching speech?”

“Maybe they’re hoping you die in the rogue attack,” Tucker snickered, shooting Jason a sly grin.

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Whole thing is on AO3 under Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It, link is in the first chapter under the tag!

#dp x dc #wip wednesday #danny fenton dead and loving it #finally sam get im #dead on main ship

[merakiui]

the scara birthday text makes me think that either a) he takes us to a high vantage point just to push us and grab us on the last second and laugh at the terror in our face. or b) he is actually trying to be 'nice', but the supposedly breathtaking view is like, the ruins of a village that was destroyed by monsters or an eel nest or something kinda lame and very weird.

He smiles so innocently at you when he takes you to a high vantage point and he even asks if the scenery is to your liking, but just before you can answer his arms shoot out and he shoves you off the ledge. And now you're free-falling from such a terrifying height. Scaramouche waits until you're so close to hitting the ground before finally jumping off to catch you, holding your trembling body securely in his arms as he makes his gradual descent. The way you cling to him is too cute.

He looks greatly amused when you nearly collapse in a heap once you're on solid ground. With a teasing smirk, he says, "Did you actually think I'd let you hit the ground? You're more gullible than I thought." He bends down to where you remain on your knees, taking immense enjoyment in the way your fingers curl into the grass. "I'll always catch you. You'd do well to remember that. And you should feel grateful, too! Very few creatures are worthy of my mercy."

He cares, even if he likes to toy with your mortality at times. Almost like a cat would play with a ball of yarn, Scaramouche loves to tease you and then swoop in to play savior. If you end up relying on him to get you out of every mess that comes your way... Well, he wouldn't mind the codependency, but he'll act as if such a thing is a heavy burden. (It's not. Please let him protect you.)

As for the wondrous scenery, he definitely takes you somewhere that is not as breathtaking as you thought it'd be. He probably leads you to a monster or Fatui camp just so he can flex his strength and show off in front of you, spinning and twisting in the air with such precise, deadly efficiency, and he expects genuine applause and praise when he's finished. He does know of a few truly breathtaking views, but whether he's willing to show them to you... That's something you'll have to earn.

#genshin chit chat #nothing says true friendship like pushing your bestie off a cliff and catching them at the last second <3

[junowritings]

Can I have a bg3 male matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea

Thank you

Heyya of course you can hun~! Thanks so much for taking the time to send one in - I think I've narrowed down who would treasure you - it'd have to be...

If you’re looking for someone to give you the love you deserve, look no further than the blade of frontiers himself!

Wyll is a good soul - a man who goes out of his way to protect others even at the cost of his own safety, and has a firm belief that good can come from the world and its people even when faced with the darkest of days. Compassion and empathy seem to be in short supply in this world unless you go out of your way to look for it; and yet you seem to have it in abundance, expressing it to those around you in your own ways. Small actions here, an offer to help there, and your respect towards others are all valuable traits that should be respected; even with your shy demeanor these little acts of kindness don't go unnoticed like you might believe, and it certainly makes the man eager to get to know you more.

Whilst your kindness may be what draws him to you initially, it’s easy to see that the more he learns about you, the more the guy falls for you just a little more. Behind that shyness is an intelligent wit - only made more endearing by that hint of sass within soft spoken words that come forth the more comfortable the company. Wyll would catch himself replaying these little glimpses into who you are even when you’re not around, having to pull himself from the reverie more than once (surprise lads this is when he finally realizes that it’s more than just respect he feels for you) 

Being emotional isn’t a bad thing to be! It takes courage to express what you’re feeling - to allow strong emotions to show above the surface of a carefully protected heart. And he will tell you as much whenever you find yourself feeling an emotion too strongly; whether it’s as calloused thumbs brush tears from your cheeks, or as mismatched eyes soften committing your smiles to memory.

If you’re the kind of clumsy who ends up taking the occasional tumble or getting the occasional bump or bruise you can bet that Wyll be there to patch you up. He may not have the healing magic the others have but he’s got practiced hands when it comes to caring for you, touch far more careful than he’s probably ever been when taking care of his own wounds. I’ll die on the hill that Wyll is a cheesy romantic so you can bet those bumps and bruises are getting a quick kiss once he’s finished. He waxes poetic about kisses making them feel better, but the serious expression on his face cracks into a grin when you realize he simply loves to kiss you - being able to help you forget all about that little injury is a welcome bonus, of course.

He simply can’t just stand by seeing you have such little confidence in your talents or personality. He knows it will take more than just words for you to believe him, knows that kind words alone can’t solve the deeply rooted perceptions you have of yourself. Yet he wants you to know that there’s nothing but sincerity as he regales you with examples of each and every amazing feat that you’ve accomplished; everything you’ve done with your talents and how phenomenal he finds every single one of them to be. You may worry about your talents and abilities, but Wyll will be the pillar to remind you of why you do the things that you do, of what makes you love them so whenever the doubt begins to creep in.

He loves stealing quiet moments away with you. It’s no secret that his traveling companions are…less than quiet, and it’s rare to go even an evening without some form of chaos breaking out amongst the others. So any kind of moment where it can be just the two of you is welcome. His favorite thing to do when you’re out and it’s getting late is to find a quiet spot with you to unwind. You can bring your favorite books or a notebook to write with or any other entertainment you may want and Wyll will bring the treats that he knows best summon your sweet tooth, and the two of you can simply enjoy one another's company away from prying eyes and the latest trouble of the day. He’ll lean up against your side or let you lean against his chest (if you’re comfortable of course!), rubbing soothing circles along your arm as he sneaks peeks at what you’re reading or writing at the time. You can distract him from this pesky habit with some well timed kisses if you’re ever feeling bold enough though, but he’ll respect your privacy if you prefer it - what matters most is that he gets this time with you. That being said your cat, Scratch and the Owlbear cub are welcome too of course; they’re the only ones allowed to intrude on these little moments since you love them being around.

Also as a side please do a personality quiz with Wyll. He’ll joke that you’re twisting his arm but he will absolutely get invested in whatever results he ends up with, you can’t miss it.

The people that he’s helped over the years have tried giving him gifts to express their gratitude, and he’s always been gracious about it. But receiving something from you? Especially knowing that your love language is giving gifts and understanding the significance? It’s different, special, and Wyll is touched beyond measure. He will get a little flustered if you go overboard with the gift giving, insistent on repaying you for each little kindness you gift him with these presents so expect more than a few gifts in return. 

Wyll is more than happy to lavish you in words of affirmation and love even before learning just how much you enjoy them; in fact, you’d be hard pressed to get him to not to simply because there is so much about you to love and he makes no attempts to hide his appreciation for every single aspect. He would kiss each pad of your finger and mutter sweet words of how your very touch brightens the world around you if you’d allow him the chance.Wyll will remind you each and every chance that he gets how lucky he is to be at your side, appreciating the things that you do to show your love and reciprocate it in kind till he’s sure you know that you’re loved and appreciated.

He’ll give you space when you’re pacing, knowing that you prefer some alone time now and again to recuperate. However if you’re up for it he’ll gently interject in your pacing, offering to go on a walk together and get some fresh air - if you’re pacing because you’re trying to clear your head this is an excellent way to do so, and Wyll himself is a calming presence to have around if you feel like things are too much and you need someone to just exist with for a time. 

Admittedly he has likely walked in on you singing a couple of times, and has quickly made himself scarce given that you prefer to do it alone without an audience and he wants to respect that private moment. However Wyll finds himself entranced by how content you are when you sing, a feeling that makes his heart feel warmer just remembering; perhaps one day you’ll allow him the chance to hear a performance in person - he’d love nothing more, honestly.

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