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yxami · 11 months
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Not a request !! Just wanted to share
But ughhh- Imagine how cute it would be if reader is finally dating Yandere!Streamer. 😣😩
Like the viewers are DYING to know who this mystery girl behind the camera is. Occasionally, she makes her little cameos–a hand giving him his energy drink, a figure seen walking past in the background, a voice that’s obviously not from him– Seriously, who could this be???
The viewers concluded that it just might be his mom or sister.
But oh boy were they wrong.
He was streaming like usual and- Oh look! Here comes the mystery girl! What’s that? He turned towards her direction, causing half of his face to go off camera? What’s he doin-
Was that the familiar sound of a kiss?!?
He comes back to look at his screen only to see the chat being spammed with question marks.
Dunno, just a little brainrot. 💁‍♀️
So cuteee, if he were ever to pop up with hickeys from reader they’d probably freak out questioning whether he actually did have a girlfriend or not.
He prefers to keep reader private for her safety and mainly for the fact that he’s a greedy little bitch and wants you to only be his spectacle, not for his viewers that donate him their entire life savings.
Even if his readers were begging and whining for you to be shown he’d simply ignore the comments and make random shit to talk about.
Yandere streamer would likely still be as creepy as he was before, he’d act like your fan rather the other way around. He’d observe every face you made during the window’s of time the two of you had with his long lives, putting you into positions where he could admire your entire body.
Even if you were to cherish him as the idol and favorite streamer you used to see him as, he’d be double if not triple the amount of a fan for you. He’d give you money whenever you wanted, make you a mod in his streams if you wanted, and let you have full range on his server for his fans.
But only work as a normal person in his streams! “Never reveal yourself as my girlfriend, I don’t want people harassing you!” He’d always say.
He’d spoil you with beautiful clothes, including cute little dresses he would like to see you in, admiring your every move and the floor you walk on. He’d find ways to serve you when he wasn’t streaming.
For example, he’d learn how to cook from videos he saw and try to impress you with dinner after you come home from working, even learning how to massage sore places to relax you.
He’d basically treat you like his hardworking wife rather than a girlfriend.
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raz-writes-the-thing · 7 months
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A Fair Few Questions
Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader
In which the Reader finds out Aziraphale and Crowley are Supernatural entities and has a fair few questions for them.
Requests are: OPEN
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“So… let me get this straight,” you say, “those are not coloured contacts… Zira, you’re an Angel, and Crowley is a Demon.” You blink as though it will clear the shock and confusion from your system. “And not as in cutesy pet names ‘Angels’ and ‘Demons.’ Real, biblical, Heaven and Hell ‘Angels and Demons.’” Oh, you might just faint if you weren’t careful.
Crowley sticks his bottom lip out thoughtfully for a moment, swishing his wine around in his glass. “‘Bout sums it up, yeah.” 
You let out an exasperated sound that’s not quite a word but not quite a formless sound either. Your hand comes up to rub at your forehead. A habit you’ve grown into. You were going to get wrinkles if you weren’t careful.
“I don’t- what do you mean,” you reply, frustration eating at your brain. “I have so many questions.” 
Aziraphale smiles comfortingly, patting his lap. They’re both sitting on a two seater lounge next to each other- Crowley splayed out in his usual fashion. You let out a little noise of protestion before immediately caving and going to lay across the two of them, head in Aziraphale’s lap. 
The headache immediately eases, and you wonder just how much Aziraphale had to do with it. Anything was possible, right? And now you were thinking about it, all of your aches and pains mysteriously disappeared when he was near. Odd, but suddenly making a whole lot more sense.
“Oh, my dear,” he coos, one hand coming up to play with your hair softly. “I know it’s hard to understand. Humans aren’t quite as aware of us as they used to be.” He looked to Crowley, who was downing some more of his wine ever-so-helpfully. “Crowley, love, do you remember back at the beginning- the Human’s recognised us as Angels and Demons by sight? It’s certainly not like that anymore.” 
“Mm, right,” Crowley replied, laying a hand over your legs and shifting them more comfortably for you onto his lap and not seeming a might bit bothered by the idea that humans did not recognise him by sight anymore. “You have questions, then?” 
You flustered for a moment, looking between the two of them. 
“Are you allowed to answer things?” You ask cautiously. You didn’t want to get them in trouble. Could they get in trouble?
“Uh, sure,” Crowley shrugged, setting his empty glass down on the side table. He propped his elbow on the back of the lounge so he could face towards you. 
“Is… God real?” You asked with another moments hesitation. 
“Oh, yes,” Aziraphale replied, a reverent look on his face. “Most definitely, I’ve spoken with her once or twice.” 
You swallowed thickly and thought you might just move on from that line of questioning. The implications of what that meant were astronomical and way too much to focus on right now. 
“Do pets go to Heavan? Oh, please say yes.” 
Crowley chuckled and gave the outside of your thigh a comforting pat. 
“Yes, love, pets go to Heavan. I believe they have a rather nice park, too,” Aziraphale smiled, brushing his thumb between your eyebrows to ease the tension there.
“And- how old are you, really, then?” 
“Oh, we’re about six thousand years old,” Crowley says tiredly. You can empathise. Six thousand years is a long time. You’d be tired, too. You rub a hand down across your face, snuggling into Aziraphale’s tummy a little. “We’ve been here since the beginning.” 
“Since the beginning? Wait- does that mean- what about the Dinosaurs?” 
Crowley looks at you with a sly grin.
“That might’ve been us, I’m afraid, love.” You eye him in a way that says what-exactly-does-that-mean? To which he laughs, and replies, “it’s a joke Humanity hasn’t got yet.” 
You groan and cover your eyes, horrified by the information that has now been shoved at you. You don’t know what to do about any of this information. 
“Oh, dear, Crowley,” Aziraphale chuckles, looking down at you with such love. “I think we might have broke our favourite human.” 
Crowley squeezes your thigh and chuckles. “Mm, unfortunate. Might have to get a new one, eh, Angel? What do you think?”
“I rather think you might be right,” the literal Angel replies softly. You glare up at the two of them between your fingers, “but I do quite like this one.”
Crowley reaches over to pull one hand away from your face, bringing it to his lips to kiss softly. You cheeks heat at the intimate look in his eyes. His, you now realise- entirely real eyes and not at all contact covered. You lose yourself in them for a moment as he rubs your knuckles, lips pressing into the skin.
“Will you tell me something?” You ask, brushing a finger over Crowley’s cheek. “Something interesting you’ve done. I’m sure six thousand years worth of stories is a lot.” 
“Mm,” Crowley replied thoughtfully. “I suppose we do. As long as it’s not the fourteenth century. I hated the fourteenth century,” he makes a face. You filed that away to ask about another time.
“Oh, I know,” Aziraphale said, cheeks about to burst with the strength of his smile. “Shall we talk about the court of Henry the eighth?”
Crowley lets out a barely contained bark of a laugh. “Oh, yes. Now that was an interesting assignment. Bit close to the fourteenth, though,” he added with a hint of a warning.
“You’ll live,” Aziraphale brushed him off as he began to tell you all the interesting tid-bits that only someone who was there at the time could tell you about. 
The three of you talked for several hours about different eras of history. You asking questions, Aziraphale being quite factual, and Crowley adding all the juicy facts and drama into the mix to keep things interesting. 
As it turned out, they had a lot of information about a lot of things, and you were looking forward to asking them questions about everything under the sun, before the sun, and everything in between. 
Heavens, you really did love them. 
And they loved you too.
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 2 months
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pov it's been like four years since u last saw ur bestie-crush and u finally see them again and ur just so so so happy to see them but also u rlly been thru it and what u missed the most was how they held u
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l3viat8an · 10 months
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(related to my two other scenting asks)
the brothers scenting the mc as their younger sibling 🥺, cause of this the mc always smells like a mix of all of their familial scents
the brothers are protective over the mc the same way most older siblings are of their younger siblings n it often manifests in them scenting them frequently
ok but: the mc being unable to scent them back since theyre a human n humans dont really have a way to scent others, cause of this they resort to using a cologne/perfume to scent the brothers back (they made sure it was woodsy smelling since thats what familial scents smell like, woodsy), wanting them know that they see the brothers as siblings as well 🥺
~ t4t anon
I’ll just be standing in the corner crying this is too soft omgsjsg I love this fucked up family sm sobbing-
Also MC wearing the brothers jackets or shirts as a way to trade scents and make sure the brothers have some of their natural scent too!!-
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caroldantops · 5 months
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“Uppies please 🥺”
“Baby if you don’t walk your legs are going to stop working”
“Pretty please?”
“…Okay, but next time you have to walk. Okay?”
“Mhmm” reader hums, definitely not lying or anything
why would i need my legs to work when have big strong space daddys to carry me
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just-a-sewer-goblin · 4 months
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She's ghosting her thumb over his cheek and he is positively shivering. He doesn't remember how they ended up here. Together on her sofa pressed against each other and just holding on. At some point he probebly fell asleep but now he is wide awake. And she knows it. And he knows that she knows but neither of the two aknowledge it. He keeps his eyes shut and pretends for both of them that he is still sleeping.
Her curious soft fingers explore his face. They glide along his cheeks to his temple and travel towards his hairline. Cautiously she cards her fingers through his hair and a very quiet sigh leaves his lips.
AN: Found this in my rambles and this gave me such Simon vibes. Like you haven't been together for long and it's the first time he's fallen asleep in your presence. And you know how cautious he is and how easily touch startles him. And he pretends to be asleep so he can be vulnerable and you can touch him and it's a first step into him letting his guard down with you.
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adealiz · 1 year
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Wanted to draw something soft because I've been experiencing too much pain lately. Also I've been studying some artists so the style of the faces might be different from my usual. I want to keep drawing as often as I can, it's so much easier lately because I don't need anatomy refs anymore (most times). Thank you, my beloved figure drawing class.
Sherlock likes to embarrass John in public, for example by following him around with a fricking badass rainbow umbrella.
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likebreadandwine · 2 years
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hey, c'mere. I wanna say some stuff.
I wanna tell you that I love your stretchmarks. they're a part of you, and they happen to most of us, and it's just your body's way of making room for all of you. (you don't have to love them, btw. that's okay too.)
and even though I love seeing you grow out of your clothes, let's make sure you have things that fit. c'mon, we'll go shopping and pick out some stuff together. I want you to have clothes that make you feel comfortable and confident.
oh and lastly, this: you are enough, just as you are. I know I get carried away sometimes, always craving more, but you as you are right now...you are so precious, so dear, so enough. 💖💖💖
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roseytoesy · 1 year
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therapy and stomach communication vore stuff. soft things for my friends who needed them at the time.
Love an active stomach in vore, Just it has its own mind and everything. Maybe the pred is bashful about eating the prey but the stomach isn't. It’s demanding to be filled and throwing a hissy fit until it is. Then it’s cooing and clenching happily around the prey. Saying hello and I missed you in its own special way.
Maybe the belly refusing to give up the prey when the pred is trying to let them out. The stomach WHINING at loosing its favorite treat. Or maybe the belly being quiet and soothing when a prey is scared and the pred is occupied with other things like protecting themselves and their prey friend from something. The stomach gently churning around the prey and massaging their back. Telling the prey things are going to be ok.
It blushes for the pred. Even if the pred is acting all tough and cold the stomach being a bright red as the prey moves around and the stomach making cute sounds at the prey. Dead giveaway the pred is happy the prey is there.
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That’s another amazing thing about vore. The trust that the pred will keep you safe. That despite going into usually a dangerous destructive organ, that your pred will keep you alive and breathing. You may get a bit wet. But you’re safe and you trust they will keep it that way
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Therapeutic vore. Where the pred or prey get helped mentally by vore. Maybe the prey is having a bad day and needs a safe space. Or a place to vent and the pred is happy to provide that for the poor prey. Or maybe. Pred is questioning themselves. Spiraling into negative thoughts and feelings and the prey gently coaxes the pred to focus on them. To swallow them and focus on them inside. To help ground them and tell them things are going to be ok. Because they are. The prey will be there for the pred and the pred can feel how honest and trusting the prey is at that moment. Despite thinning, they are a monster, someone not deserving of love, they are loved. They’d be trusted by someone they couldn’t even bear the thought of hurting. The pred is soothed and they both talk things out and rest together. Knowing that they trust each other tans that the world, despite so much bad in it, is ok. Because that’s where they met their friend and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
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spicysigil · 1 year
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nothing sexy just nudity!!! 
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 2 years
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A few lil doodles of selkie-reader bc I love they hdhhdjsmdhhsh
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maikeeeel · 2 years
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¡Cute Symbols!
≛ ، . ‹ ִֶָ . ָ࣪ ‹ ャ ִֶָ   ︶꒷꒦︶      ꒦꒷꒷꒦      ︶꒷꒦꒷︶ ٬٬ ࣪ ،ぬ̳ ⊹
ᨘ໑▸  𖥻  ˑ   ִ  𖦹   ִ  ˑ 𖥔   ּ   ִ  𖦹   ִ  ˑ  𖥻 ๑◕‿◕๑ ❘❙❚𖦹❚❙❚❘❘❙❘
╲ 𓍯 ࣪🦴 ᳝ ˑ 𐇛̲﹗ ˖  ་ 𖦆 🥨  ぃ ˑ ִ  ⌨  ֺ  ָ   ֙⋆ 🩰 𖥻 ִ ۫  ּ   ִ  ۫   ˑ ֗  ִ   ˑ    ּ  𖥔 𓄼   ࣪⠀ ִ  ۫   ּ  ֗  ִ    ۪  ⊹  ˑ  ִ  ֗   ִ  ۫   ˑ   ᳝ ࣪  𓄹 ⊹   ᳝ ࣪⠀.  ִ  ་  ּ  𝟶:𝟶𝟶 ──◍───── 𝟷:𝟹𝟶 ➛   ̨𖥔 ִ ་  ، ˖ ࣪  ་  ˖  ʿ🥛ꜝꜞ  ᳝ ࣪ 𔘓 ⎘  ་    ᳝   ◝     𖥻⏱ ぃ ˑ  ִ  ⌨  ֺ  ָ   ֙⋆ 🩰 𓄹 ࣪ ִֶָ 🧂  ࣪ ▸ ִֶָ 𖦹 ࣪˖ .  ⊹ 𓄼   ࣪ ꞌꞋ ࣪𓂃 ִֶָ ≡ ⌂ ⌕ ♡゙↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ⠀ ꈍᴗꈍ ⠀ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈
⠀⠀₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ⠀⠀ ♡🥨꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀:¨·.·¨:
˖  ࣪ Ꮺ !  ∩⑅∩ ᘒ ࣪ 🧠˖˙ 𖥦  ⪧ ◟ ˒ ˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶ ㇏𖣗𖦆⊹🕷♡̷̷ 𖤐˖﹙﹚女˚ ❥ ⊹ 𓏲࣪ 神 .˚ 𖥨┉┈ ˓    ༿   ⸒  /   ଓ  ઇ  ઉ   ᧙   ᥐ  𖧧   〞◖   ꩟   ᠀  ◠   ◡   ˙˙˙     ຳ    ﹻ ﹟╳× ̟ ˖ ⁺ ₊  ✼ 。゚・ ° 。 ະ  ⵓ  ꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ˀˀ 𓏲 ❛⠀text •𓋅  𖧧 ָ࣪  𖤐 .%  ♡̸̸ ✧   ⊹○゚˖ ⊹ › ‹  𖤐 ᵎ𓂅  𐀔ɞ  ִֶָ ʚ ɞ ◟⊹  𖧧.  ָ࣪ ◝. 🧠˖ㅤ 𓄹 ࣪ ˖ 𓆉    ִֶָ𓂅 𑁍ࠬ  ⊹ ࣪˖⁩ ꒦꒷ ʾ˓𖤣 𓆤 ʕ•̫͡•ʔ 𖧧 ָ࣪  𓏲˖ 𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 ❅ ❥ ˓ 𓏲ִ 𓂃 . ✦ ٬ . ࣪.   ˓ ꜜ ᪥ ˖࣪  ゲ! ⸃⸃ 𐇵 ˓𓄹 ࣪˖  𖤠ะ 𓏲࣪◜𖤐  ִֶָ 𓂃  ⊹  ꫂ 。⚢˖⁩ ༯ ರ ❁𓂅 𓄼ꕤ༘ ᵎ ⤿ ⸼ ᨓ ◞  ̑̑ ꪶ ꫂ Ꮺ࣭۪ ⵓ𓏲࣪◜ ִֶָ𓏲࣪ ⨾ ˖ ୧ 。𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 ༣ ྅ ﻬ˚ ͙  𑂻𑂴 ♡ 𓍢 ₍ 𓆤 𓏲࣪ . 𓂃  ꈍᴗꈍ  𖨂  ❛ ¸ 𓂅 ៹ 𓂃 ๛∙᷅° 𖦥 ᵎ ⚟ ⚞   ﷼ ㍐ ૱ ⚑ ⚐ 。 ⩨͢   ࿓᪶ ະ﹢ ˖ ⁶ ₆ 𓃠 ⊹ ˚.  !! 𖤐ʾ ִֶָ  𖥔 ݁ ˖ଘ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ꧔ ꉂ🕷ʾ ִֶָ𖧧.៹ 𓂃 𓍯 𖤐˚.) 𓍼 ᝢ ⊹ ˚. ♡﹙﹚ Ꮺ㶌 旗 .𑁍ࠬ¸𓍢 𓄂𓄽 ❙❘❙❙❙❙❘❙❙❙ᝢ ⊹ ˚.
﹏﹌﹋ ❥ ๑ ◡ 𖥻 ꒰ ꒱ ﹆ ➢ 𝆎𝆎『』𖢯⠀↻ ⊱ 𝄒 𔘓 ଘ ╰
﹏﹌﹋ ❥ ๑ ◡ 𖥻 ꒰ ꒱ ﹆ ➢ 𝆎𝆎『』𖢯⠀↻ ⊱ 𝄒 𔘓 ଘ ╰
⊹ ଓ 〈 ⌮ ✆ 𖧷  ↷ ↶ ⇉ ⇢ ⇣ ˁ•ﻌ• ▞ ㇱ ༄ ᴗ ☾ ⠀⠀ㅋㅋ ࿐ ៸៸ ៶៶ ⩋ ⩊ ﹫ ꉂ ≀ ᴖ 𖤐 𖥦 𓇟 ☹ ⊰ ╳ ꗃ ☓ ╱̸ི ⸽⸽ ✕ ▒ ▓ ᵕ̈ ﮸ છ 。。。⑪.    ‹ ᜊ › ⏱ ໃ ਏਓᯓ ⇧ ⇪ 𖦹 ⌂ ﹅ ⑇  ⏎  ֞ ࣧ ✦ ✧𖡋 ╮ 𓍯 ─ 𐇯 𓏲 ﹙⌑﹚ 𔓎 𝆯 𖠳 ᨳꫬ ᨦꪳ ꒷ ꒦ ᨳ⃛ ✁ ꜛ ꜜ ✃ 𐇵𖧷̷۪۪ᰰ  ˓ 𑁍 ▭ 𖠌 𓂅 ▬ 𔗘 ⭞ ⭟ ꒧ ᤴ
₉ ⁹ ₉ ₆ ⁶ ₆ (  ᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꒳ ᵒ̴̶̷̤。 ) ᴓ˟⁘ ᶻᶻᶻ キ ᭕ ꜛ𖤐 ꉂ ҂ 𓄹͓ ˖࣪ 𖥨▐ ▍▎▐ 🕷 ▍▐ ▍▎¸𓏲࣪ ˚.꒷ 𖤐⤸₊˚ ִֶָ  ❜ ✧ (๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑) ᵎ ⊹ ִֶָ ╱ ᨳ᭬  ⸝⸝ 🕷◞ ◜₉ 𖤐 𓍢 𖤐 ¹ ៹ キ 𓍯 ☠ ꉂ 🕷 ₉ ꞋꞌꞋ 精神。ꜛ𓏲♡̸ 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 ִֶָ  ִֶָ 𓏲࣪𖤐🕷⋮  ଡ଼ ꉂ 𓉳 𖤐 text ˖ ࣪ . 𑁍ࠬ 🕷⊹ ࣪˖⁩
⁹ ₁ ❟ 𖠅 ١ 𖡼  ִֶָ ̽𖧧 ָ࣪ 𖧵ֹֺֽ໋໋݊  𓄹𓈒 𓏲 ๋࣭ ꕤ ۰⸼ ۫𓂅 ᐢ⸼⸼ᐢ ࣪✦𓂃 ᭥   ̗̀ ̖́𓏲 ❟♡ : 交 響 曲𓈒 ₍⑅ᐢฅ́˘ฅ̀ᐢ₎𖧧 ָ࣪  🏴‍☠ ⊹ ִֶָ𓏲࣪  . ❜ ﹫oc ⊹ ִֶָ✧ fc ᵎ ִֶ  𓆦 𓏲 ˖ ♡̷̸⁩◞/❥ 𓆷  ᤴ ⸒ ۰ 旗᭟ ;♡̷◞⃕ ⸼ ₉ 𖥶 𖤣 ࣪ ˖ ꜜ  ٪  ࣪ ִֶָ 𖥧 𖤥'、˖ ָ࣪➹ ❛ ᭣֤ࣨ  𑁍֤   ┉┈ 𖣠 ⠀ོ⁩⠀𖥽 ⊮ 𖣽 ⵢ 𑁍. 𓂅 ꜜ ଓ ♡̷̷۫۫ ﹫ *M4Y* ₍ ᐢ>ﻌ•ᐢ₎ 。♡𖤐 𓃠 ◞ ꈍᴗꈍ 🕷OO  ִֶָ✧ : ᕱ ᕱ ❛ ♡ 𓂅 ʚ ɞ ┈─ 𖧷 ꜜ ᩠ ❥ 𓏧 ◟ ༉‧₊˚ ❜ 𑁍✧ 。ꉂ  ៹  % 。⸗ ꕤ ˖    ̼  ̼  ̼  ̼  ̼  ̼  ̼  ̼  ̼ ⸼  ❛ ⌗ ↺ ❛ ⤹ ꞋꞌꞋ   ִֶָ ꙳໋͙ ⌑ 𓆫 𓌖 ⊹ ࣪˖⁩ 𑁍 ོ⁩❟ 𓏲 𑁍 ꓹ  ݃  ﹔𓂅 ˑ ִֶָ 𑁍 . ﹙٫﹚  ૂ ࣪᪥ 𒀭࣪⋆ ✵ ٬٬ ،، · ࣪𐇵 ❟  𓄹 ࣪˖ ˖ ࣪ 𖧷 𖡎 ◞ 𓏲  ࣪˖ 𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 . ࣪ ˖ ∿ 𑁍 ˓ ⊹ ָ࣪ ˓˓ ˒˒ ، ˖ ࣪𑁍 ˖ ՚༹ ˙˖ 𖥔 ،،̲
NOT MINE!
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caroldantops · 5 months
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Ya you know Val is supposed to be in a meeting but it’s her baby’s lunch time and she has to feed her every bite herself
exactly her baby can’t do it herself so when the stupid ppl she’s meeting with give her a look she’s like what do u want them to starve 🤨🤨
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Ayato & Yui <333
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Giggling filled the empty skate park, as the lovers entwined themselves under the railings.
Big raspberry eyes looked up at him with such joy, he truly couldn't believe he made feel like this ducking his head into her neck, her arms automatically locking behind his nape.
"ayato-kun! We're in public-"
"so it'd be fine if it was in private?" Lifting his hard to grin at her his peridot eyes twinkling; she shook her her head in mock exasperation a matching twinkle in her own magenta eyes, her her pretty lightning fair locks bouncing with the huff of laughter that ran through her.
"You know that's not what I meant, I'm saying anyone could see us!" her voice dropping octaves as she leaned into his frame tugging his letterman tighter around her, the blush colouring her face could be from the cold but he knew the sound of her heart better, for if he was blind folded in a room with every girl he'd ever been with he could still find hers because it was the heart that matched his.
His eyes dropping to her lips, all pretty, plump, and pink all he'd have to do was lean down; tightening his arms around her he leaned down his lips lifting into a boyish beam, he watched as her delicate eyelashes fluttered up at him as her finger bunched up in his tank top.
mwah.
Landing a peck on her forehead, he watched as she scrunched her eyebrows up, dreamy eyes glaring at him and the most adorable pout (which he was definitely scared of, mm hmm) causing harsh cackles to burst out of him as he tucked her frame into his side, tapping her ass.
"Well I'm listening to ya, how scandalous would it be for the good little church girl to be making out with the ruffian of the neighborhood hood? C'mon let's get you home and I'll show you a real time?" Wiggling his eyebrows in a way he knew she wouldn't take seriously, her pout falling away in her attempt to look indifferent to his tactics for nought of course because her slender fingers slipped into his palm as she let out a sigh, the fondness still vibrant on her radiant face
"let's go home, and you're helping me with dinner or no kisses at all!"
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something soft
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Okay but like listening to Eddie play his guitar after a stressful day would be everything
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