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syntaxaero · 3 days

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Would love to know more lore about Stratus and their lance weapon. Are they a soldier? What's their designation as an angel mean in your lore? Who of your other sonas can they beat?

YAY I GET TO INFODUMP ABOUT THE MOST LORE DENSE CHARACTER/SONA OF MINE (THEYRE SORT OF THE GLUE THAT HOLDS ALL MY CHARACTER LORE TOGETHER) So! Hmm wheres the best place to start?

What is an Angel?

Angels can be described as soldiers, or trained specialists who serve The Creator (I don't exactly have a permanent name for them currently, but I usually call them "Big Median". 'Normal' Median is actually one of Many Medians that are essentially just. Tiny Instances of The Creator.) Their primary objective is to combat and keep Entropy (The Creator's opposite, ultimate adversary) under control, ultimately preventing Entropy from destroying every single one of The Creator's universes.

Anyone can become an Angel, though that is up to The Creator's decision. As a part of this contract, Angels receive a portion of The Creator's power, typically in the form of a halo and weapon, and the ability to hop between universes, to do as The Creator commands!

What is Entropy?

Figured I should maybe include this, since they're sort of the driving force behind the creation of Angels.

Essentially, at the start of The Creator's Realm (or multiverse, whatever you wanna call it), The Creator had severed Entropy, one single being at the time, into countless pieces, limiting Entropy's power to the best of Its own ability. However, all these fragments have formed into souls and beings all of their own.

These beings, Fragments of Entropy- or Deities/Gods of Nihility as they're sometimes called-, can have GREAT power, though their power can only grow through the destruction of mana (through converting it into an anti-mana that only Entropy can wield.) Although each of these beings are essentially born from Entropy, and reincarnate once defeated, they are still independent beings, with their own unique bodies, thoughts, and desires. Aurex is one of these beings. He is capable of endless destruction. However, for no known reason, he doesn't appear to thirst for said destruction.

What can Angels do?

The typical Angel is generally capable of slaying one of these nihility gods all on their own, with relative ease. They receive a ton of training, and report back to The Creator during missions. In terms of power scale, they surpass mortals and gods (dragons capable of using elemental manas), and are on par with Demons (Dragons made by The Creator to maintain the afterlife of each universe. They're actually good guys!).

Some Angels do use elemental manas, if they were capable of doing so before becoming an Angel, but most are trained to use pure "divine" mana, and sheer physical force (hence the weapons!). They can travel at multiple times the speed of light, are protected from any and all poisons, illnesses, and most weak attacks. They can only really be hurt by particularly powerful gods, nihility gods, demons, other Angels, and of course The Creator Itself.

So, what about Stratus?

Well, the exact specifics about what led Stratus to becoming an Angel aren't exactly clear. The Creator doesn't speak Its motives. Though, Stratus does have an innately strong ability to detect manas of both divine/standard types and anti-mana, and even more peculiarly, the ability to directly influence mana itself- capable of borrowing it from other beings. As such, Stratus is one of the most powerful Angels, and popular among the Angels--

Despite their strengths, The Creator simply tasked Stratus with keeping Aurex alive- only because if Aurex is killed, his reincarnation would likely go on a destructive rampage like all the other Fragments.

Ultimately, Stratus is the most powerful of all my characters. Only The Creator or a fully powered up Aurex (/Entropy itself) would really be capable of defeating Stratus, at their theoretical strongest.

anyways all stratus really does, since they're chilling with aurex, is worldhop to try out tons of different foods-- cloudbeasts are naturally silly critters and stratus is a particularly food-obsessed one!!! once in a while stratus may be called in to assist other angels with handling a Fragment of Entropy, or universal anomalies, but most Angels can handle their assignments without much issue.

Feel free to ask specifics, or if you'd like more clarification on something!!!

#Stratus #lore #oc lore #important #ask

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aquacomet · 10 months

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💡 Introducing Lumen!

A FNAF: SB OC with the setting that Lumen is one of the newer animatronics stationed within the daycare, he's tasked with assisting with anything that needs a extra pair of hands there. Most of his more involved tasks are when the lights are out as he acts as a friendly face as the daycare's robotic night light.

⭐ Extra character notes Below! ⭐

💡 Lumen goes by He/Him or They/Them

💡 A literal nightlight (character sheet is his neutral state.)

💡 Official designation is to act as a supporting animatronic within the daycare with a secondary task of occasionally acting as a guest star at Fazer Blast. (But... maybe a secret third thing too.)

💡 His eyes are screens and he uses them to show his expressions:

(His rays can also move and wiggle slightly like how Sun can but the larger rays have more difficulty in retracting because of their angle.)

💡 Has an advanced in-built targeting system (something both him and Drizzle have in common.)

💡 Besides able to create noises and beep boop-like sounds, he does know sign language, morse code and other forms of communication.

💡 He's often curious about things.

💡 On good friend terms with Drizzle, they get together after-hours sometimes to casually show off or practice/calibrate their targeting skills in Fazerblast. (Drizzle and Lumen tag team vs staff bots? Rest in pepperoni staff bots.)

#aquadoodles #oc #fnaf oc #Lumen OC #Tend to associate him a lot with chiptunes so imagine he's got those mentally playing when he's doing laser tag #For Sonic fans - Metal Sonic noises come to mind for his noises but with much less reverb and higher pitched?#he's been stuck in sketch form for a while so it's good to get him fully designed aaa-#might change small things later but like Drizzle's sheet I'd update this one #gotta remember to doodle up some of his colour alts later #but imagine those neat little silicone/plastic colour changing lights #there's a reason for his appearance but big hmm #fnaf oc au

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soobnny · 4 months

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stolen kisses with stray kids — established relationship, extreme fluff, some might be suggestive ? (2.0k words)

moments they steal a kiss & where they do it

chan. during movie night when everyone’s asleep

it’s a little scandalous, they way he reaches for your lips while his friends are asleep during one of your movie nights.

it’s around 2am, and the only reason you’re still awake is because chan’s being extra clingy with the way he squeezes your waist, running his cold hand under your shirt.

how can anyone expect him to fall asleep though? not when you’re so close to him, and he can smell your shampoo, and feel your steady breathing.

“sleepy.” you mumble, grabbing the ends of your shared blanket that jisung had stolen most of hours ago. chan had to excuse himself midway through your third movie to get you a new one.

“hmm.” he hums in response, nuzzling his nose against your hair, hands planting themselves on your bare waist. “is my baby sleepy?”

“mhm.” chan can’t help but grin down at you, disentangling his head from your hair for a moment to look at you—your sleepy smile and drooping eyes. how could he not press his lips on yours when you’re looking at him like that?

it feels like a shot of espresso, and he would’ve gone in for another one had you not fallen asleep, head buried in his neck and arms gripping his shirt.

minho. at the dance practice room while waiting for everyone else to arrive

minho’s arms are immediately locked around your torso the minute you walk into your university’s dance practice room. your boyfriend had rented it out for the evening with his friends to practice their final project, and you’d come with dinner and your support.

“5 minutes.” he whispers with a sinister grin, and you’re about to question what he meant when he goes straight in for your lips. ah, five minutes before his friends get here.

his lips aren’t shy at all. you can feel him growing more desperate as seconds pass, and you don’t know what’s gotten into your boyfriend for him to be kissing you like this, but you don’t exactly have any complaints.

minho kisses up your jaw, pulling your hips closer to his before planting his lips back on yours. and you have to admit, it’s a little attractive to catch a glimpse of the way he’s holding you and the way he’s kissing you from the dance studio’s big fucking mirror.

you don’t even realize how much time had passed. everything felt like a blur with the way your boyfriend was kissing you. but before you know it, there are knocks on the door and minho is breathing heavily against your neck.

he presses one last final kiss on your lips before he’s pulling away from the tight grip he’d placed you in earlier. it’s impressive, the way he immediately switches to a more composed version of himself—unlocking the doors and welcoming his friends inside. the smile on his face is gone, and it makes your face heat up to think that they have no idea what had happened just five minutes before they walked into the studio.

changbin. in the gym room against the lockers

“babe, i have the water bottle you’d left—oh!”

changbin gives you no warning when he kisses you against the lockers of his condominium’s gym. you suppose it’s because he’s the only one there. despite his appearance, your boyfriend is usually shy when it comes to public displays of affection.

it doesn’t help that he has a very visible afterglow after his workout session, sheen of sweat on his arms and forehead, and it really is hard to look away—well, it would’ve been hard if you weren’t so preoccupied with the way he was kissing you. it’s slow, and very very hot because it’s so uncharacteristic of your boyfriend to be kissing you like this where anyone could walk in on you. he lets his lips linger for a little longer than your usual kisses, completely taking away your breath.

when he pulls away, he’s still staring at your lips, and you can see a soft smile playing on his. he sends you another peck on the lips before he’s grabbing at the water bottle in your hand.

“thanks baby.” he downs the water in one chug, arms flexing and playing into the fabric of the top he’s wearing. you’re still against the lockers, where he’d pushed you against earlier, and his free arm is still locking you in place. you feel akin to a schoolgirl, with her crush so close.

the thought of him kissing you again like this has you mentally kicking your feet.

hyunjin. in the art studio’s closet where they keep the supplies

he kisses you in the university’s art studio closet—where they keep the supplies. you’d only meant to help hyunjin clean up, but you find yourself locked between his arms with his lips on yours. maybe it’s something about how your boyfriend is much more romantic when he’s in his artist’s mindset, but he refuses to pull away.

you don’t know he’d spent hours prior trying to paint even just a fraction of how he feels about you on the canvas. you were only able to catch a glimpse of vivid colors, the same that’s staining his hands and clinging to his skin.

hyunjin only pulls away when he accidentally knocks down a stool in the cramped space, pulling away and shyly crinkling his nose. it’s a direct contrast to how rough he’d been, hands roaming every possible inch of your face and neck and waist.

when you step outside, you catch your reflection in the studio’s big studio. the sight makes your cheeks heat up embarrassingly, and hyunjin has to apologize for caking your face with the paint that had been on his hands prior to stealing your lips in that closet.

jisung. at the dorm room while his roommate is away

can someone really blame him? you just looked so kissable with your pouty lips and your furrowed eyebrows. when you’d finally succumbed to studying for the night, jisung wastes no time, catching your lips in his.

he’d give anything to continue pressing his lips into yours for the entirety of his life.

and if not for the rest of his life, then at least for a couple more hours while the sun is still up — and while felix (his roommate) is very much not in their dorm yet.

jisung smiles at you when you pull away—that dumb smile he always gives you when he’s not quite done kissing you yet. he has his hands firmly planted on your hips, and his legs are outstretched so you’re comfortable on his lap.

you have a feeling you’ll leave his dorm with a flushed face and swollen lips. you hope felix isn’t on his way home anytime soon.

felix. while baking seungmin’s birthday cake, everytime jisung exits the kitchen

in his dorm’s mini kitchen while the three of you with jisung bake seungmin’s birthday cake. he only ever does it when his roommate is too distracted with other things like what he should get the younger boy—would a gag gift of a stuffed penis be enough to torment seungmin? you can hear him clearly from the living room, calling out to ask you for advice, but felix stands firm on wanting to kiss you until you can’t breathe.

“felix, stop! jisung might walk in on us.” though you’re telling him to stop, it’s a little hard to convince your boyfriend when you’re giggling and kissing him back.

who could blame felix though? how can he not kiss you when there’s frosting on your lips from decorating the cake? and what better way to clean it than kissing it off?

he has you lifted up on the counter, stood between your legs with his hands on your thighs. you’d shiver once in a while, it can’t be helped when the boy’s running his cold hands up and down your bare skin, hiking your shirt up just a little bit.

and he’s mastered the art of excuses at this point, always having something to say when jisung walks into the kitchen and suspiciously eyes the both of you because why are your lips the same color as the extra frosting.

though, on his hundredth attempt at secretly kissing you, jisung walks right in and immediately screams “my eyes!” as he runs away with his palms covering his eyes.

seungmin. against the bookshelves of the library

“kiss me.” it feels wrong coming out of his lips. your goody two shoes, straight a’s boyfriend, whispering for you to kiss him in the library.

seungmin’s taking advantage of the fact that nobody ever stays at the university’s library past 12am, not when exam seasons are far off. he had dragged you here earlier, something about a project, and with nothing better to do, you’d thought you would accompany him.

you’d expected him to bury his face in his laptop as usual, square glasses on his concentrated face. you didn’t expect to be making out with him against the bookshelves of the library—somewhere by the anatomy section, you don’t even remember anymore.

it’s like he prepared for this too, knowing exactly where you won’t be caught. he has you between his arms, and he ghosts your face terribly close to his.

it really isn’t difficult to admit that seungmin is wildly attractive like this. while you loved your nerdy boyfriend, something about him with his messy hair and his eyeglasses discarded has you breathing erratically.

his lips immediately catch yours when you lean forward to kiss him. it’s a little messy, but you give into it, and into his tongue that’s swiping on your bottom lip. you don’t know what had warranted this, but it definitely isn’t unwelcomed.

you only pull away when you hear the librarian surveying the lines of shelves, noticing that you and seungmin had been gone a little too long. it really isn’t that hard to find a book.

when you come back to your corner table, seungmin doesn’t say anything. his glasses are back on his frame, but it’s hard to miss his smirk and the way he’s running his tongue over his lips once in a while.

jeongin. under the school’s staircase in between class

jeongin loves to steal kisses in between classes. he’d kiss you anywhere, behind your department’s building, inside an empty classroom, anywhere with no prying eyes.

today, it’s under your school’s staircase. he kisses you sweetly, almost romantic. the kind of kiss that tells you he misses you despite it only being a few hours since you last saw each other.

he kisses you over and over in between quiet conversation about how your class went—how was that quiz you had? was it a boring one? he loves listening to you talk, and he loves interrupting you once in a while to place a short peck on your lips. it’s usually when you say your ‘w’s or any letter that puckers your lips up.

similarly, you ask him questions about his class—was his teacher a little less shitty today? did he finish that group project he’d spent many late hours on? what’s on his mind and why is he looking at you like that?

“you.” he says with a smug smile, and it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. you stare at each other for a while, but jeongin can only go so long without your lips on his so he grabs your chin with his fingers and pulls you gently to place his lips on yours one last time.

the last kisses always last longer, when he knows he’s running out of time, and your next class is looming around the corner. and your boyfriend always knows how to make it count.

“see you on your next break, babe.”

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finn-writes-stuff · 1 month

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Hello! Can you write for Gale, Astarion and Halsin's reaction to tav wearing the wavemothers robe? Nsfw please😳

An Intricate Jewel

Tales tell of a most wondrous fish, scales resplendent, an intricate jewel that shone beneath the sea. When it died, the Wavemother gifted its hide as a robe to her most devoted follower - and demanded she drown the sailors that killed her gem-bright fish. - Item Description

Halsin, Gale & Astarion x Reader

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Format: Headcanons

Gender Neutral Reader

Masterlist

I haven't actually gotten to this robe in my own playthrough yet, but I've seen plenty of it online lmao. This one isn't fully nsfw but it's spicy. -Finn

Halsin

"Oh. You look stunning, my heart."

He is openly admiring you any chance he gets. It is shameless because why would he be ashamed of looking at you? Of admiring all of nature's bounty before him.

He's handsy if you allow it, holding onto your hips where the slits of the dress show off your skin. Pressing kisses to the back of your neck just over the collar. Halsin always loves getting to see more of your skin, and this dress is certainly showing it off.

In general, he is a big believer in wearing whatever you want and enjoying it. He's hardly going to get jealous about others getting to admire you, so long as he's allowed to look as much as he pleases as well.

Even better, when you still have water clinging too you after being healed, dripping down your skin and making the dress cling even tighter.

You'll have him pressed up to your back to murmur in your ear about what he would like to do to you the moment you can both slip away.

And once you get the chance, he'll be between your thighs with the skirt pushed up around your hips. And you'll get to see just how long he can gold off before tearing the dress off of you completely.

Gale

"Oh! Yes, well, um, you look lovely! That sure does, well, show off your figure. Hmm. Yes."

This man is bright red and cannot look away from you. Yes, he can be blatant in his own flirting, but you make his brain shut down sometimes. And in this dress? Oh Gods

He is trying so incredibly hard to be a gentleman. He is NOT staring at your legs or the cut out in the back of the dress or how much it reveals of your chest or the way it clings to you as close as he wants to be. He is definitely not thinking about any of that. He missed his spell for unrelated reasons.

Show off in front of him, put yourself in his line of sight constantly. He will be going insane trying to stay polite and focused. And it's always a fun game to see if you can make him trail off in the middle of a monologue about magic.

Gale will spend an entire day suffering and watching you and trying not to say anything about it, but the moment the party breaks camp, he is dragging you into his tent to show you just how much he likes this dress on you.

You've left him so pent up after the whole day. He can't get enough of you, touching and grabbing and kissing you like you're the air he needs to survive.

The dress stays on until he's made sure you are both fully sated for the night. And he swears that if you wear it again he won't be so patient.

And if he's going to make a promise like that, he shouldn't be surprised when you wear it the next day.

Astarion

"Ohoho, please do say you're all dressed up for me, love."

He thinks this is delightful and would do the same thing if he could find something flattering enough.

Trying to tease him with it? No, that's his game. He's teasing you by letting his hands just barely touch you, appearing behind you to whisper in your ear about how delectable you look. Then slipping away before you can say anything back.

If he's noticing anyone else paying you too much attention, he'll make fun of them for it, but he's also likely to stick closer to your side, his arm around your waist. Showing the world that you're his.

He's the least worked up about the dress, but he likes it when you still stay by his side regardless of how much attention it gets you. He's just as much yours as you are his, and he'll be more than willing to reward you for being such a sweet thing all day.

He wants to see the way the fabric presses into your skin when you arch your back and let him sink his teeth into your neck.

#finnwrites #baldur's gate 3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 x tav #bg3 x reader #bg3 #halsin x reader #halsin #halsin silverbough #gale dekarios x reader #gale x reader #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale of waterdeep x reader #astarion x reader #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion acunin x reader #headcanons

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abbysdruidess · 10 months

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you ever see those tiktoks of ppl making to-go meals for their wives working at hospitals? i wanna do that for abby so badly 🥺 (i've seen some hcs of her being an orthopaedic surgeon and I think thats real af)

thank you for this anon<3 I was kind of in a writers block so this helped s a lot-send me more asks about my babygirl, my delightful wife.

l̳u̳n̳c̳h̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳c̳h̳a̳m̳p̳i̳o̳n̳s̳ | modern au smut

wc: 1.3k (my longest!!)

tags: fluff, smut, domesticity, reader gets head for cooking for her wife(not that she wasn't getting it anyway), Abby eats it the whole damn thing on the kitchen counter

a/n: this is in the form of headcanons with a smut drabble in the end-lmk what you guys think<33

❦ I feel like in a modern au Abs would definitely choose a field that requires a lot of hard work(cause in the game also she overworked herself), so she's either a doctor or a construction worker(;)). I feel like she wouldn't want to choose to be a neurosurgeon like her father, bc as much as she admires his work, she doesn't want to be compared to him and she grew up with it, she wants something different. So her going into orthopaedics seems pretty reasonable.

❦ As for the lunch thing, I could totally see you making her lil lunches<3 She is careful about what she eats cause she wants maintain her muscled appearance, so she doesn't really go for the cafeteria food. Therefore, you make a habit of cooking food for the wife™️ every day. I imagine you getting one of these cute bento boxes and cook her some chicken, rice and salad the night before and set it up all cute<3

❦She'd always love it when you cook her food from your culture/country of origin also🥺because baby loved everything about you and wants to feel closer to you any chance she gets. In my country there's a lot of emphasis on fresh, unprocessed food so I imagine you growing a little garden outside your kitchen with fruits and vegetables, the works.

❦ Don't forget about dessert also-cooking a big tray of something like brownies or a batch of cookies on Sunday nights and put in on her lunch box with a note that goes like "finish your vegetables before you devour dessert!" or "eat lunch first, dear<3" . Bonus points if you kiss the note and get lipstick all over it.

❦ Maybe a coworker of hers notices one day(probably Manny cause he's the only one able to confront her about it) and goes up to her with a shit eating grin while she's eating it like "Damn doc, maybe that wife of yours can cook me up a lunch or too like yours sometime. She forgot to draw a heart on your brownies though." And normally if it was someone else she'd be pretty pissed off, because HOW DARE THEY mock the lunch her amazing, breathtaking wife worked so hard to make. But it's Manny so she knows he's just fucking around. SO Abby's like "Oh shut up Manny. You're just wish you had a girl who wants to make you lunch every day."

❦And truthfully she's extremely grateful for it, it's one of those things that reminds her why she married you, you care for her so much and cooking for her shows you look after her in one of the most vital, intimate ways possible. In the end of the week, once she comes home from work and sees you cleaning dishes in the sink, she walks up to you, leaving her little lunch box on the counter and wraps her big, beefy arms around you, while she whispers in your ear.

"I didn't thank you for lunch this week. I loved the cookies a lot.", and you can feel her breath slightly tickling your ear, the pads of her fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

"It's alright Abs, I like making you food. You need to stay fit, big girl.", you respond, while you turn around and run your hands down her biceps.

"Hmm, thank you so much for caring about my health babe, or maybe you just like that your wife is packing such heavy guns under her shirt, huh?" she teases. You can't deny though, you love her figure. You can feel her hands on your hips as she tenderly lifts you on the counter, and you sigh happily.

"Yes Abby" you roll your eyes. "I'm soo thankful I have such a strong wife. It is quite beneficial at times.". Your hands ride up her shirt, cupping her firm, silken breasts. She exhales all wobbly, you know how sensitive her breasts are. But you know your little game won't last long.

She doesn't respond, just leans her face into yours so your noses bump and smiles. She quickly makes light work of your shirt, tossing it on the floor and goes for the button in your jeans next, as you help her by raising your hips off the counter. In one flawless motion, she has removed both your jeans and underwear, tossing them off with your shirt. Once the bare skin of your ass makes contact with the marble of the counter you shiver, and Abby brings her girthy palms to rest under your buttocks, warming up the skin there and slightly groping it.

"Lemme thank you for lunch. You are always so good to me. My pretty, little wife". She raises one of her hands and gently runs her pointer finger where your folds part, making you gasp. Your hands reach to her behind and cup her firm ass. "Alright." you whisper into her ear, as your eyes roll in the back of your head.

She then kisses a line from your jaw to your belly button, leaving sloppy, open mouth kisses where the drool from her mouth remains visible on your skin. You could only wish it would imprint on it, immortalising Abby's passionate mouth loving on your body. You shudder as you feel her delicately kissing your pussy, rubbing her tongue on your feminine lips as if she was making out with them. Her tongue teases the sensitive flesh, as the nerves in the most sensitive part of your body are abused by this wonderful, wonderful woman. You let out small, staccato moans, and your hands reach the flesh of your breasts, cupping them and toying with them deliciously. Abby continues the barrage on your cunt, licking up your clit as the room is filled with the sloppy sounds of sopping flesh.

You sit there, helpless but to take it, as you feel the coil inside you tightening up from the lovely tongue of your wife. You suddenly feels as though a band has snapped, and you are overcome with heavenly, internal bliss as your orgasm washes over you like a wave. Abby guides you through it, leaving soft kissing on your cunt and whispering "That's it baby, come like a good girl". Once it stops, you can feel her rising up to kiss you, her tongue rubbing yours in small circles as she lets you taste your salty tang.

"Mmm" you let out a soft giggle. "I'm so grateful I have such a caring attentive wife.", and she makes you gasp as she her fingers come up to your sensitive folds, dipping her hands into your hole and spreading your juices all over your inner thighs. You let out soft moans at the overstimulation but allow her to continue the assault on your cunt nonetheless, as she thumbs you clit gently, watching it twitch in between your legs.

"Damn right you are, baby. Wanna take this to the bedroom?" She leans into you and leaves a kiss on your ear lobe. "I'm not through with you yet." you don't reply just yet, because you know she still wants to have a go at you, and she will no matter what. You grumble a small yes at her as she picks you up bridal style and moves you to the bedroom, kicking your discarded clothes out of her way.

What could she say? Abby lives to please you, and you live to please her. And both of you are thankful for having each other to help whenever, whether that is with lunch and everything the other person needs.

whoaah, who wrote that🤔anyways, lmk what you guys think of it and ofc send me more asks abt Abby<33

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby the last of us #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby tlou #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff #abby x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson headcanons

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bedoballoons · 4 months

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All of this was amazing and then I saw the cheese stick as the favourite food and went- YESSSSSSS!!! Love this request, love cheese sticks and SUMERU BOYYSS. I miss them :(

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️

{༻~Cheese stickies~༺}

CW: GN! Reader, Slight Tsundere vibes for the reader, fluffy! One mention of Wanderer calling the reader a idiot! One curse word...and yes Wanderer gets it :)

(Includes: Tighnari, Kaveh, Alhaitham, Wanderer, and Cyno!)

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari sighed as you shut the door tightly behind you, clearly upset that he'd forgotten your date night. He'd truly just gotten to busy with his forest ranger duties and didn't even realise it was today...buuut that still wasn't a good enough excuse to forget a date you set aside every week to spend time together and he knew that.

"How about I make it up to you? I'll take you out to shoot my bow like you've been wanting to?" He rested against the shut door, his ears twitching as he waited for your response..., "Guess not..." He bit his lip, thinking it over and then it hit him.

He smiled slyly and pushed off the door, his tail swaying behind him as he lit a fire, starting the process of making your all time favourite food. "I think I'll just make some cheese sticks then and spend the rest of the night alone..." He spoke loudly, knowing you'd hear him even with the door closed...there's no shot this didn't work.

"You're forgiven!" He jumped as you somehow appeared next to him, tummy growling and your face warm from the pan as you looked inside it happily. You're date night was now the least of your worries, "You're making lots right?!"

𑁍༄Kaveh:

"I'm truly sorry, I was so caught up in my new designs and what was going on with my work that I didn't even remember our date night...We could start now! I'll get out some snacks and we could watch the clouds?!" He smiled at you hopefully, but in return you just gave him a pouty face and turned away, not entertained by the idea in the slightest.

Had it been watching the stars at night like you were supposed to then you'd happily oblige, but no. This was the next day and you weren't gonna let him off that easily.

"Hmm" He touched his chin in thought, looking around your home for any ideas on how to fix the mess he'd made...untill his eyes landed on a picture of you two at the most recent festival. He was carrying prizes both of you had won and you were eating a large cheese stick with a smile he didn't even realise was possible. That was by far one of your funnest dates and it was the first time he'd heard of your favourite food..

Favourite food...

"Ah I know!" You looked at him curiously as he hurried into the kitchen, scrambling to collect your recipe book and the necessary ingredients. It didn't take long till you figured out what he was up to, the delicious aroma of fried, stretchy, yummy cheese sticks hitting you in waves. Any thoughts of the missed date absolutely escaping your brain as you stood next to him hungrily. "Forgiven!! Can I have a big plate! Please!!"

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

"Our date night was tonight? My bad, I thought it was tomorrow. I'm already reading my newest book collection, how about we go tomorrow instead?"

You stared daggers at him, clearly annoyed by his casual calmness over your forgotten date, over the night that was supposed to be the one you shared... "We can't go tomorrow, the reservation was for tonight...I sat there waiting for a hour! Do you not care? Ugh!" You stomped away from him, leaving him slightly stunned...

He closed his book with a loud snap, watching you slam the door behind you and sit in your shared room all alone. He felt bad to say the least, even with all the time he spent with you he still wasn't entirely sure how to handle situations like this one...he stood up and stepped towards the door, pausing once he saw the kitchen.

Your conversation about the restaurant you'd made the reservation at suddenly coming back to him. The only reason you wanted to go to that one was because they had your favourite food for cheap...and it was something that could be easily made..

He switched gears, walking to one of his shelves of books and searching for his recipe books, "Ah, here we go." He flicked through the pages until he found the one he was looking for, "Cheese sticks...not very creative name wise..." He heard movement in the room and pretended not to notice as you peaked out at him.

"No, that would never work. They won't forgive me just because I make them this.."

"YOU'RE FORGIVEN! I mean...ahem, I'll think about it if you make them.."

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer huffed, trying to ignore the guilty feeling tugging at his non existent heart...it wasn't his fault Nahida had added a extra class for him to take care of and in return he forgot your date night. If anything it was you idiot fault for not reminding him more! No...that wasn't far to you, even he could see that he was in the wrong...and you'd reminded him at least four times before the day even arrived..

"Shit." He muttered under his breath. He looked at you as you sat as far away from him as possible, ignoring his existence the best you could with him in the same room as you. How could he fix this..."What do you want...kisses or cuddles or something?" You shook your head and scootched impossibly closer to the wall you were already up against.

He sighed in annoyance, not knowing what else you'd like or want so he could be forgiven. He felt bad, but that didn't mean he'd get on his knees and beg for forgiveness or buy you something worth millions of mora. You probably wouldn't like anything he bought you anyways...your favourite things were always those stupid-

He interrupted himself mid thought, leaving his spot so he could start preparing your food...he never cooked for anyone else and even though he cooked for you it was rare, but he knew this would make you smile at least. "Hey, do we have those cheese things...I'll fry some up.."

You instantly perked up, your attention snapping to him, "You're making cheese sticks??"

"...will you forgive me if I do...and I promise I won't miss another date night?"

"YES!!"

𑁍༄Cyno:

Cyno looked at you apologetically, he felt horrible knowing he'd missed the date you'd been looking forward to and even worse that it was because of a scheduling error on his part, "I'm sorry, I should have been more careful with my planning. How about I tell you a few jokes and we go for a walk, I've learned some really good ones from a book Alhaitham lent me..."

You shook your head and sat down at the table, doodling non existent things with your finger...your bottom lip stuck out in a pouty way. "It's to warm out to go for a walk...and even though I usually like your jokes, those don't make up for our date night.."

He figured as much, still he didn't want to just leave it on that...so how could he make it up to you? Suddenly he had a idea and if a light bulb could appear above his head it would have, because this idea was genius. "This might be cheesy...but perhaps we could cook some cheese sticks together instead? I know you love them~"

You tried not to smile at his silly pun, but before you knew it you had a big grin and were hurrying to help him make your favourite food. "I guess I can forgive you, after all, we should stick together. Get it?"

"You're even cheesier than me..."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

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Ao no Exorcist is a Shonen series written by a woman and it shows

Since the latest chapter, I've been thinking about how several usual Shonen tropes are written rather differently under Kato-sensei's pen. No judgement or anything, it's just cool to observe. Some examples :

1) Rin's mentor is a woman

2) Rin's secret, despite being the MC, was revealed in ch13 to the entire cast, meanwhile Shiemi, The Main Girl, who was introduced to be so helpless is only starting to be explained.

3) Also, the Mysterious plot-relevant Shonen Parent is actually the twins' mother. (Of course Shiro is super plot-relevant too, but Satan is still angsting over Yuri and she's a huge part of the reason why he's the big bad)

4) Rin also changed his view about his future throughout the story: from dropping out of school, passing by hoping to become the Order's Paladin (probably to cope with Shiro's death and also to antagonize Arthur), to finally showing way more interest and potential in the (less epic and heroic in appearance) field of talismanic cooking.

5) When it comes to arcs, mental illness is a valid reason to build a character arc around...

6) And so is making an arc about girls being "cursed" to basically "get married and have children before they hit 30, the age where their beauty fade thus they become useless" :

7) ANE is a story about women becoming traitors to protect their loved ones, like Mamushi

or becoming overwhelmed because men toyed with their feelings like Tamamo

8) Older women can be absolute badasses like Shiemi's grandma

or Lucy.

9) Complicated mother-daughter relationship and girl friendships are given as much focus as complicated father-son relationships and sweet bro friendships (like Bon and his dad during the Kyoto arc, as well as the complicated but deep bond between the Kyoto Trio)

10) And one of my favorites: full time single dad, asking for help to do the job as well as he can and finding his true purpose in life by doing so :D

Hmm and now that I think about it, the only other Shonen series written by a woman I've been as invested in is Kuroshitsuji, by Yana Toboso, and similar examples can be found in it too, namely:

1) If Ciel ever finally admits needing a mentor, his aunt Frances will probably play that role

2) Girls can be super strong & skilled (Elizabeth, Mey Rin) and clever (Sieglinde)

3) (one part of) the Big Bad is a woman (Queen Victoria)

4) maybe Ciel's entire revenge stems from a conflict between Queen Victoria and Ciel's maternal grandmother, Claudia.

5) the Undertaker has been a continuously freaking pain in the ass because he probably fell in love with that same maternal grandmother and couldn't mourn properly

TL;DR we love our boys and their spectacular growth and development under women's pens a.k.a shonen series written by ladies are hella fun to read. :D

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slvthrs · 11 months

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I'M SO FUCKING OBSESSED WITH YOU Y'KNOW | vinnie hacker

--- MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD ---

your boyfriend loves the way the hot weather makes you look

VINNIE HACKER X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, praise kink, pet names, fingering, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), hair pulling, slight vouyerism

word count: 1k <3

California is so fucking hot sometimes. The way that shirts stick to skin and the way that when you would walk out of the house and immediately be hit with a wave of heat that absolutely envelopes you. You really wanna move sometimes but you never would unless your boyfriend came with you. Your 5 foot 11, sandy beach blond with freckles and brown eyes, the archetype of someone from California- Vinnie.

From where you live the crashing of the beach waves helps to lull you to sleep in the night and sounds of beachgoers is your alarm clock and as much as you love living here, the heat will always get to you- it’s uncomfortable and suffocating. You’re a person who likes the cold and your boyfriend is exactly the opposite- he’s warm and sweet and kind of like a loyal dog.

So that’s the reason why you’re currently laying back down in the shortest skirt you could find and a tiny crop top with no bra, sucking on this popsicle like it’s your last meal in the world.

You let your head dangle off the edge of the counter with your body fully on display for no one. You should be a lot more careful with your boyfriend's roommate walking the halls but he’s seen me in more compromising positions. The sound of the neighborhood is bouncing off the walls of the kitchen and you can hear a soft pair of footsteps coming down from the house's gym.

And speak of the devil and he may appear- your boyfriend walks into the kitchen to grab some water and so you can shamelessly check him out. He’s just wearing his sweatpants which rest dangerously low on his waist and he is slightly wet and a towel is thrown over his shoulder- which you presume is for wiping up but what catches your attention is the way his hands flex and how big they are compared to yours- It’s like he could drown you in his hands and you would never complain.

But you compose yourself, “Hi babe how was the work out?” you say stretching yourself out more so he can see me even better

He looks startled, “Shit I didn’t realize you were here” He says as he turns to look at me and the moment your eyes meet, you both know that you both want each other,

“Uh it went well, I like the outfit” He says taking a swig of his water

“Thanks” I say with the most innocent expression you can muster and you sit up to look at him doe-eyed “I like your fit as well” You chuckled referencing to how little he's wearing

“Ha ha very funny I work out in this, what is your excuse for looking like that?” He says with fake annoyance

“One, it’s fucking boiling in Cali and two, what do you mean ‘looking like that’” You say emphasising the ‘that’

He groans, “You just, I dunno, look hot” He admits

“Well yeah it’s like 90 degrees outside” You joke

“You fucking know I didn’t mean that” He says walking closer to me and placing the water bottle away and placing both his hands on either sides of me- caging me in

I finish your popsicle and hook your hands around his neck playing with the wooden stick of the popsicle, “Hmm, I don’t think I know what you mean?” You say faking your innocence

“Oh yeah you wanna play it like that? Fine we can do it like that” He states as he crashes your lips together, you both taste like sweat, ice, and cherry popsicle along with pent up aggression of not having even seen each other in days due to your contrasting schedule.

He lifts his hands to the hem of your shirt to take it of revealing your braless state, and looks at you in a state of awe, “God your such a fucking whore and you love to pretend your innocent,” He says as he starts to kiss your chest and starts to trail down and before he reaches your skirt he flips me over so your stomach is pressed up against the counter, “It kinda pisses me off but mainly turns me on.”

The chill of the counter makes you almost moan from how hot you are. He flips up your skirt and pulls your panties aside to lean up his cock with your clothed cunt and slams into you, gaining a completely pornographic moan that puts Satan to shame.

His hands take refuge on your waist as he sets an unrelenting pace tumbling you so close to your climax. One of his hands finds your clit as he circles and teases it making you almost cry of complete pleasure but he stops as the same hand finds your hair and pulls it back so our eyes connect.

Instead of finding a sort of ravaged animalistic look on Vinnie’s face he looks at me in awe as if you look like the world's finest art and dips his head down to your spine and kisses upward and leaves marks all over your neck as he leans into your ears and whispers,

“I’m fucking obsessed with you y’know”

And the words of praise cause everything to come crashing down- as you cum he lets go of his grip on your hair and it’s replaced with slight kisses on your back that trails down and he soothes you out of your orgasm.

With a few more thrusts he’s following you and then he pulls out of me but his grip on you stays because you both know that if he lets go you might just collapse.

You stay there just for a bit, “Let’s go before Jett finds us sweetheart.” He says as he’s picking you up and carries you bridal style to your shared bedroom and he draws you into a bath.

#bella fawns over vhacker #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker x reader smut #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagines #vhackerr #vincent hacker #vinnie hacker oneshot #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie x reader #vinnie imagines #vinnie #bella's full works

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A Very Rough Analysis of Bug Beauty Standards in Hallownest

thank you @arty-cakes u've enabled me to have thought processes and now we're in a hell of our own making

Bear with me. Ok. This started because of discussion over Zote's horns. I'm gonna be combining both in-game dialogue and some irl bug things to come up with some vague understanding for how, potentially, bug beauty may be perceived in Hallownest. Because there is quite a FEW possibilities here, and I wanna dissect what I can.

And of course in my humble opinion there are no real, true Standards. Bugs are only full of love and there is no real concept of "ugliness." Because I said so. ...And, I mean, this would actually have some ground, because Hallownest is a conglomerate of a LOT of different bug species!! Truly, for there to be any one consensus wouldn't make a lot of sense, because everyone's going to have different standards Per Species.

(I implore everyone here to look up stalk-eyed flies (<LINK GOES TO PICTURE OF A BUG). To some bugs out there, that is, in fact, the pinnacle of sexy. So the idea of true beauty could REALLY, REALLY VARY.)

But hey. I'm having fun. So take my hand. Let's analyze nothing for no reason. this is a very long post. THERE IS ALSO ONE (1) PICTURE OF IRL BUG IN HERE; ITSE BEETLES. Be aware!

So, first of all.

These are sexy. This is considered sexy by bug standards. Or at the very least by Bretta and Godseeker's standards respectively. The words used to describe GPZ are "gorgeous" and "beautiful" while, as everyone knows, Flukemarm is "alluring."

So what this tells me right off the bat is that bugs seem to value Big and Round. The larger the body mass, the more attractive that bug is. Godseeker even refers to her real-world form, which looks like this,

with this dialogue:

"...And this? Our form swells? Large? Nay. Immense. Majestic. Hibernation, so long forced upon Us, yet the shell that results is strong... So strong! Thine gaze is adoring. Ye must think Us Godly. Amusing, foolish. But thou art faced with enormity and beauty, true..."

"Linger and gaze. Linger and gaze on Our magnificent shell. Our overpowering beauty!"

So like. I've at least a little reason to believe that Big and Large = Conventionally Attractive in some manner when it comes to these bugs.

To be fair, the Godseeker isn't from Hallownest. So her opinions on this matter might not align with everyone else's. But Bretta, who we have no reason to believe isn't a Hallownest native, does envision a sexyman Zote to be just as Big and Large.

Oh, and, of course:

This big guy is literally Called a "gorgeous husk." We could assume it's the golden shine that allows this one to be Gorgeous, OR we could assume it's the roundness. I, for one, think it's the Roundness.

HOWEVER, there is some possible contradictions to his idea. For one, the Gluttonous husk,

Is referred to as having a "grotesque shape" by the Hunter. Now, the grotesque-ness may be due to overconsumption (as is mentioned in the same entry), thus causing a bloated, unnatural shape that we can't totally see due to the artstyle/lack of reference. But it is worth Mentioning.

Also, of course, Salubra seems to think Ghost is quite a Fine Specimen, despite Ghost being far from Large or as Round:

"You're even more the attractive bug, clad in all those wonderful, sparkling things. I may have nothing more to give, but you must come back and visit from time to time. Such a dashing figure frequenting my store. I bet the whole village is jealous. Mmm hmm!"

"...Dear dear, I really must hold it together, must appear calm, but this creature... is just divine..."

"It's rare enough that someone enters my store, but even rarer to meet one so striking! Those impressive horns! That fierce weapon. The air of mystery! Ooooh. It's enough to make me swoon."

It's VERY possible a lot of Salubra's thoughts on this matter are due to charms, though shdgKJSDHG. A lot of her thoughts are specifically connected to the charms, thinking Ghost looks dashing with those charms on, etc.

But interestingly, she does mention Ghost's horns as "impressive," which brings up a whole other slew of questions on what "average" would be for horns. And since this whole thing initially started as a discussion on Zote's horns, well. Now I'm just wondering!!

Because in Bretta's sexyman version of Zote, she doesn't give him symmetrical horns. Sure, in a meta way, you could argue that's just a way to make sure GPZ is recognizable as a version of Zote. BUT!!!! When I was talkin earlier, I was speculating an idea where symmetry could be conventionally attractive in some way, and asymmetry could be generally unappealing. So it's interesting that a potentially unattractive quality would be kept on the Sexyman version. I suppose if Zote told Bretta he lost his horn in some grand battle, or whatever, of COURSE she wouldn't get rid of his epic battle scar. But at the same time, if he DIDN'T say that, then she just chose to keep it..... perhaps assuming it was a scar herself, or perhaps Bretta just doesn't take symmetry into account as a Beauty Thing. I dunno! Many possibilities there.

And if Ghost's little baby horns are impressive, then... Good lird, what do we make of the Hollow Knight then, right? Or hell, even Hornet!

I'm not sure if we wanna use that as a True scale for Horn standard. Especially especially seeing as Ghost isn't even physically mature, as far as we're aware (the Hollow Knight is specifically mentioned as "fully grown Vessel" in the Hunter's Journal, so). After all, it is ALSO very possible that Salubra was just Saying things as a means to convince you to buy stuff.

So for now let's abandon Salubra's thoughts. Let's go elsewhere.

In IRL bug talk, horns are generally a means for mate selection and/or competition with rivals. Usually these two things go hand-in-hand (competition is For Mates, I mean. or other resources).

after all, how are you gonna toss a guy off a tree if you don't got horn.

So it's not out of the question to think that horns on the Hallownest bugs would have some sort of Meaning. Especially since we see a LOT of bugs with varying horn sizes/shapes. And if we want to say every face we see is actually a mask, then that's even more telling! Because then horns are specifically being added to masks for one reason or another.

So that makes me Really wonder.

like this is obnoxious. what do you need all that horn for. Those don't even look practical for battling with. Granted, the shape of the Pale King's "crown" looks VERY similar to the mouth of the Wyrm corpse, so it's possible he just Kept that shape as his crown rather than intend for it to be horns.

But STILL. How do you think the bugs of Hallownest felt about this thing? Like that's so many horns. If he's meant to look like a "common bug," how to those Common Bugs feel about all those horns. Like sir that's excessive. We don't have all those. The most any one common bug has is three, iirc. So like. Huh.

Or would More Horn = more attractive? I'm uncertain. PK might not be all that conventionally attractive anyway. Given the lack of Large and Round going on. He is, in fact, small and pointy. So who's to say.

Anyway. Drop the horn talk for now. I want to go back to Bretta.

Bretta forms crushes on Ghost and Zote. But I don't think she's attracted their actual honest-to-Wyrm appearances. She creates idealized versions of her crushes and seems to only tangentially connect them to the real person, given... well. GPZ looks like that, and Zote does NOT look like that.

In her thoughts, she considers Zote "beautiful." In the first diary entry, she calls Ghost "beautiful." But she also writes Ghost as "standing tall," while Ghost is anything but tall, and. Yes. Again. GPZ. And in her last set of thoughts about Zote, she seems to only then see him as "smaller, tattered and stained." At some point, she seems to stop seeing a real Figure, and only sees an idolized, fake version of that Figure.

So I don't think she sees either Ghost or Zote as physically attractive on their own. More the idea of what they "could" be.

Does that all make sense? God I sure hope so. I have another Bretta thing to mention, though.

In one of the Zoteling Hunter's Journal entries, aka a snippet from Bretta's zote fanfiction, we've got this:

""That lowly map-maker's wife? Hah! My Queen, how could you compare yourself to her? In the face of your intoxicating beauty, all other females are merely dust!" The Grey Prince trembled with anger and indignation... and love."

So. That tells us Bretta sees Iselda as conventionally attractive in some way. Or, at the very least, feels a need to compare herself to Iselda to the point of writing about it in her fanfiction. So let's look at Iselda.

The only thing we can say for certain about Iselda that follows with anything we've spat out so far is that Iselda, while not Large in a GPZ way, is very TALL. To the point where Elderbug has a whole thing of dialogue talking about how tall Iselda is:

"She's a tall bug, the wife. I told them to take a larger house, especially given they're all empty, but they liked the look of that one. The way she has to bend just to get through the door...I wouldn't put up with it myself."

So we do have the Large-in-a-Way thing going. And for all we know, since she used to be a warrior, she could also have SICK muscles. She could pick me up and throw me, I think. And round... I mean. Her, um. Well her abdomen, I suppose, is . Rather round. But she's otherwise not Round in the sense that Flukemarm is round, or the Gorgeous Husk is Round.

So who knows!!! Perhaps it's just the Largeness/Height that contributes to attractiveness as opposed to fat. But I choose to believe fat is a positive factor anyway. Because I can, so there.

IT'S TIME TO TALK ABOUT SMELLS.

ok, technically, I could end that there. Because I can't find TOO Much more dialogue talking about the Beauty of Bugkind. I've checked around, but... MMm. Not too much, really!

BUT. While not, perhaps, part of a bug's seen appearance... There does seem to also be a little variation on Smell opinions. Which could definitely add to conventional attractiveness, especially since irl bugs are CHOCK FULL of sexy smelly pheromones. looking at you bombykol ....

And by that I mean. Responses to the Defender's Crest.

Leg Eater thinks it's a "tasty" smell and will give you a discount for it. Tuk recognizes the smell as that of a "friend," and well also give you a discount for it (in that case, it's more likely she just recognizes it as Ogrim's smell as opposed to anything Attractive about it, lmao, but STILL). Of course, Ogrim thinks it's a "just" smell.

Elderbug and Lemm are the only ones I can think of that have blatantly negative responses (Elderbug says something about the air smelling horrid while Lemm. Um: "Urgh! What do you think you're doing, coming into my nice little shop stinking like that?! These relics have been through enough. They don't need you spreading your stench all over them! Crawl back to the Waterways or wherever you came from!").

The White Lady obviously also associates it with Ogrim, saying it brings "joyous memories."

SO you're probably thinking. Hey Clam, this is a strange side-tangent to go on. There's not too much about the Defender's Crest smell that really works with your theory. Two characters dislike it, and two others only like it because they associate it with Ogrim. So, what gives?

divine's dialogue:

"Ahhhh, that smell! So strong, so virile..."

do you know. What virile means?

i'm sorry . I do not think Team Cherry meant it this way. But GOD HELP ME if it isn't REALLY FUNNy,

OKAY. Okay. I think... I think I'm done for now. There isn't a hell of a lot more I can find within game to go off of. and when it comes to irl bugs, well. Again, it varies pretty heavily by species!! So much is possible here. Refer to stalk eyed flies again. Sometimes, to a bug, having super long eye stalks is what's hot. Other times, all it's about is if you can throw a guy off a tree.

Or you're a giant water bug and being a good dad is sexy. I'm not joking. It's called sexy dad hypothesis. And well. I'm not here to shame the dads of Hallownest, but...

So. Yes!!!! OKay. I said words. I wrote this all in one very quick sitting and now I'm wandering away. I have things to do that I am presently not doing because I'm analyzing bug beauty standards.

#clamtalk #hollow knight #analysis #I don't know what all to tag this with.#it is what it is!#VERY long ramble #<-haven't used that tag in ages #ask to tag #<- in case something should go here that I'm forgetting.#ok. wanders away into the aether

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am-i-interrupting · 1 month

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Hi there! Could I request fem!reader x husk reuniting in hell?

Maybe they used to be together when they were alive but then a misunderstanding happened and they split up/ or one of them just died 😭

Someone from hotel found about it, found her and brought her there or maybe she just came there and met him. Idk I leave it to you.

I know it might be stupid but I really love this trope and want to read something like this with Husk :3

We’ll Meet Again

“So,” Angel began, laying in the bar with a perfect view of Husks’s hands as he fluidly went through the motions of mixing a drink, “what’s the ring for?”

Angel had said a lot of dumb shit. Like, a lot but he’d never said something that threw Husk off enough to actually spill something.

“Fuck,” Husk grumbled.

He grabbed a rag to clean the mess. It was then Angel realized that the only reason he’d ever seen Husk grab the cloth was to clean up someone else’s mess, never his own.

Angel sat upright. “So, I’m guessing it’s personal?”

Husk looked at Angel and paused his cleaning. “No shit.” He continued on.

It wasn’t until weeks later that Angel would see Husk wasted. In fact, all the hotel residents would see Husk truly wasted for the first time.

He came in, barely able to stand much less walk and ignored everyone, promptly flipping Charlie off when she asked if he needed help, and continued to make his way to the stairs.

“Oh, yeah,” Niffty said, “it’s that time of year again.”

“What could possibly have our resident day drunk absolutely plastered?” Angel asked.

“This happens every year?” Charlie asked, much more concern coming from her voice compared to Angel’s snark which covered his own.

Alastor appeared at the end of the stairs. “Ah, the woos of a broken heart strike once again,” he said as he spun his microphone before he leaned on it, staring up the staircase. “One would think after over seventy years, he would be over it, hmm?”

“That’s not fair, sir,” Niffty said as she joined him. “She was the love of his life.”

“And his life is now over,” he said in response.

“I’m gonna go check on him,” Niffty said as she began darting up the stairs. “I don’t want to have to clean vomit out of the carpet.”

“What’s wrong with Husk?” Charlie asked, standing with her hands clutched close to her chest.

“Nothing he hasn’t faced before, my dear,” Alastor said. “It happens every year. For a week expect him to disappear for long periods of time and come back completely zozzled. Although, he may be inclined to stay if I procure him something stronger. I would love a front row seat at a stage play compared to a parade, a rather sad parade but a parade nonetheless.”

“What happened?”

“Hmm? Yes, well, I suppose you don’t know, do you?” Alastor said. “Our dear Husker used to be married, unfortunately before they could grow old together, they happened to get into a lover’s quarrel and before it could be resolved, his darling wife was murdered in a street mugging gone wrong.”

Angel felt his heart sink down into his stomach. That’s why Husk had gotten so defensive. He’d probably been trying to avoid thinking about it and there Angel went with his big mouth, bringing up something that hurt him right around a trauma days.

“That’s horrible!” Charlie exclaimed.

“Yes, indeed but life is hardly kind, my dear. Death is rather the same,” Alastor said before he went to take stock of the liquor at the bar.

It was a long time before Angel learned a name but that’s all he had to go on, was a name and a description of what you looked like with an off hand comment or two about some of your hobbies.

A year paced and Angel was on his way back to the Hotel from a long night at work when he saw a woman crying as she walked. Normally he’d walk on by. It’s not like it was an uncommon sight to see in Hell but he didn’t. Something compelled him to stop.

“You alright, toots?” he asked as he slowed down so he didn’t walk past you.

You looked up at him. You weren’t ugly crying. You weren’t really showing any emotion but Angel knew just how much of a curse it was to bottle things up. He knew a vacant cry wasn’t any less concerning than a violent one.

“I’m fine,” you said as you quickly tried to wipe you tears.

Angel’s eyes flickered down to where you were fiddling with a ring.

“Martial problems?”

You huffed a laugh. “Yeah, something like that.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “Maybe it’s because I’m just bored and noisy but I’ve also been staying at the Princess’s redemption Hotel. Maybe it’s made me a more carin’ person.”

You said nothing. The two of you walked side by side for a few minutes, both going in the same direction.

“It’s my death anniversary,” you blurted out.

Angel winced in sympathy. “Those are rough. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “It’s not dying that bothered me. It just—“ you felt yourself getting choked up— “I died while having a fight with my husband.”

“Did he kill you?” Angel asked.

“No, no, someone else did but we were fighting and it was over something stupid,” you clarified. “I slammed the door after yelling some bad things. They were the last things I ever said to him.”

Angel’s brow furrowed. “This is gonna sound stupid if I’m wrong but,” and he asked if your name was the one Husk had given him not that long ago. When you said yes, he laughed a bit hysterically. “Fuck, I didn’t think I was right.”

You followed Angel into the Hazbin Hotel. You were wary. You didn’t believe him. You didn’t want to get your hopes up.

“Hey, where’s Husk?” Angel asked.

Charlie looked up from the charts she had spread across the table as she sat on the couch. “Vaggie helped him go up to his room not that long ago.”

“How was he doing?”

“Not good.” Charlie got up. “Who’s this.”

When Angel said your name and Charlie gasped it gave you a bit of hope. A random sinner on the street fucking with you was to be expected. The Princess of Hell who prided herself on her kindness? That’s as a bit more trustworthy.

“Here, let me take you to his room,” Charlie said as she grabbed your hand and pulled you up the stairs.

The door barely creaked as it was opened. It revealed a damn near exact replica of your home in life and on the bed was a black tuxedo cat with red wings curled up on his side.

“That’s him?” you asked, twisting your ring on your finger.

Charlie nodded. You hesitantly stepped into the room.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Charlie said as she closed the door.

You stood there for a minute. You just stared at the cat that was supposed to be your husband. He looked so tense, even in sleep.

You took another step forward and then another until you were beside the bed. On the nightstand was a hat and tie.

You picked up the loose tie and twisted it between your fingers. For some reason you couldn’t explain, you held it up to your nose. You nearly collapsed as so many memories rushed to you from the smell, from his smell. It smelled like the same cologne he used to dot on before he went to perform or go play a round of cards at the bar.

You tried to keep the sobs bubbling up in your throat at bay but it was all for not. They came out anyway as you curled in on yourself, standing at the bedside.

There was a groan.

“The fuck?” your husband’s voice said.

You said his name, his real name and his eyes went wide as he shot up. He swayed and caught himself on the headboard.

“Am I hallucinating?” he asked.

You couldn’t get words out to answer. Instead you’d hugged him, causing you both to fall onto the mattress as neither of you had the energy to keep yourself up.

You woke up the next morning wrapped in Husk’s arms and wings. You felt safe for the first time since you fell to Hell.

You didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want to let go. Luckily you didn’t have to.

No one was surprised when they didn’t see Husk for the next week. They were surprised when he came out of his room smiling, with you by his side and he refused to let go.

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aalyssah · 2 months

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Smiley At The Coffee Shop

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem!Barista!Reader

Warning: Fluff!

Word Count: 2,205

Summary: Every time Damian goes to the coffee shop, he comes back grinning and the team is very determined to find out why or who is making him so jolly.

A/N: Just pretend this takes place during last year's WrestleMania. Anyways, Hope You Enjoy!

You remember the exact date and time.

March 3rd, 2023 at 7:35 AM.

Damian walked into your coffee shop. Your coffee shop was very popular in your town, and already at 7 o'clock it had a few people there, working on their laptops and drinking warm, cold, or eating sweet treats.

When Damian walked in there was instant attention on him. Damian does look different compared to everyone else. He was big, tall, he had tattoos on his arms, and he wore all black with a hint of purple.

“Welcome to my coffee shop, what can I get you?" Damian looked down at you, feeling his body freeze for a moment. You were beautiful. "U-Uh, I-" Damian stuttered pathetically.

He could barely speak, seeing the way your eyes looked over him, eyebrows scrunching a little. "Sir, are you okay?" Damian snapped out his small trance, nodding his head. "Y-yeah, I just need a couple of coffee's." You watched as Damian pulled a piece of paper out his pocket and began reading off the coffee order for his team.

Usually, no one goes to this shop, but because Rhea recently heard about it, she couldn't stop bugging him to go order her usual there, so he decided to get coffee for the whole team.

“Alright, and can I get a name for these coffees?" You asked him, picking up a sharpie. Damian gave names for everyone's coffee, but then it came to him and your response was something he wasn't expecting. "And the last one is for me, Damian."

You hummed, eyebrow cocking his slightly. "Hmm, Damian? That's a cool name. Matches for your appearance." You winked and for some reason, that made him blush.

You noticed and chuckled. "Imma start working on the coffees, so please give me at least 10-15 minutes. Damian nodded his head, going off to sit down at a booth.

He took a deep breath as he sat down, thinking over what just happened. He became so flustered, but why? You were just a normal girl, working at a coffee shop.

Like said after 13 minutes, you came up to him with all 4 coffee's ready. "Here's your coffee, and thank you for coming. I hope to see you again." You said, walking away and going back to the cash register to ring up another customer.

Damian didn't want to get up, but he did, looking back at you once more only to see you already looking at him. You gave him a small wave, earning a smile from Damian as he walked out.

He drove all the way back to the arena and went to give the coffee back to the team and the first thing they noticed wasn't the coffee, but the smile on Damian's face. "Here y'all go, it's still warm." Damian said as he handed over the cups to everyone.

Rhea, Dominik, and Finn looked at each other, all thinking the same thing until Dominik said something. "Woah, big guy, who got you smiling like that? What'chu smiling for?" Dominik teased.

Damian looked at Dominik, the smile instantly wiping off his face. "What are you talking about? Nobody's smiling." Finn smiled at how defensive Damian got. "Calm down, lad, no need to get so defensive."

Damian felt anger rise in him as he felt himself getting ganged up on by his two friends. "I'm not getting defensive, just shut up and drink your damn coffee before I never get you any ever again." That threat made the two boys silent as they drank their coffee.

That was the first time you and Damian met, but it sure wasn't the last. Every time the team felt like needing or wanting coffee he would volunteer.

"Hmm, I think I want some-" Before Rhea could finish her sentence Damian popped outta nowhere, breathing heavily as if he just ran a mile. "Coffee? I'll go get it! Does anyone else want some? I think y'all do. I'll be back in 30!" No one could speak as Damian rushed out the room, and got into his car.

That was one out of the many times Damian had volunteered for getting coffee.

Over the past month the team couldn't help, but wonder. Why was he always smiling after getting coffee? At first they thought it was just the coffee itself. Maybe it was so good that he was happy because in reality it was good.

When the first taste of the coffee hit the teams lips, they all let out a satisfied groan and moan, but not everyday was he smiling.

Some days when he would go get coffee he would come back with a sad expression, or his normal face, but either way, they would find out their answer.

It was now March 24th, 2023 and WresleMania was coming up.

With Damian and Finn training for their match it was a perfect time for Dominik and Rhea to go to the coffee shop and find out what's so good about the place.

Dominik and Rhea didn't explain where they were going, they just went and when they walked into that coffee shop, they saw you waving at them. "Hi, welcome! What can I get you two?"

Dominik and Rhea ordered their normal, but as Rhea was finishing her order you cut in after hearing the familiar drink. "With Carmel drizzled on top?" Rhea stopped talking as she looked at you. How did you know? Her order isn't a common one, with a bunch of random things mixed into her coffee.

"How'd you know that?" She asked. You froze, your mouth agape, looking at the goth girl. "I heard it before." You answered slowly. The silence was kinda awkward until Dominik ordered. "Then can I have a-" But you stopped him, answering his order.

Now all of you froze.

"How do you know this?!" They both said at the same time. The only reason you would know is if you heard it before. Multiple times and Damian’s name pops up in their heads.

"Do you happen to know someone named Damian?" That name caught your attention real quickly. "Oh, Damian? Big guy, tall, tattoos, black eyeliner, wears black and purple sometimes?" The description matched him so well. It was like you've studied him before or you've seen him a lot.

"Yeah..." Rhea trailed off, looking at Dominik.

"I really like him. He's so sweet and handsome. He comes about everyday. He makes my day a lot and he doesn't even know it." Rhea looked at you. You were a cute girl, and the way you spoke about her friend made her smile. She knew how Damian was, he was like a big brother to her. "You like him?" You nodded your head.

An invisible lightbulb came over Dominik's head at your words. "Rhea, we should totally invite her to the show!" That made Rhea smile at his idea. "Yeah, that's a good idea! Then I bet he would be so happy!" The two thought about Damian's reaction to seeing you in the front row at WrestleMania, cheering for him.

"So... Y/n?" Dominik asked after reading your name tag. "Damian is a professional wrestler, we all are, and in about a week from now, there's this big show happening called WresleMania and we want to invite you to it." Your expression was unreadable as you heard that.

You’re getting invited to a show? You do know what WrestleMania is, but you’re not really big on wrestling. "Uh, are you sure? I'm not really a big wrestling fan and wouldn't it be weird for me to go?"

Rhea quickly denied, shaking her head. "No, no no, it wouldn't be weird, it would actually be good! Imagine you sitting in the front row, watching Damian fight, and between us 3, Damian really likes you too. He's always smiling when he comes back to the arena and we just wanna see you two happy." You thought about it long and hard before actually agreeing.

It's only a week until the first night of WrestleMania, so you have to pack and get ready. The coffee shop will still be open, but you just won't be there.

For the whole week Dominik and Rhea made sure to help with everything including Finn. You met Finn 3 days after Rhea and Dominik came to the shop. He was nice and just like the other two, wanting to help you and Damian meet up during Mania.

It was like a big secret between you all against Damian.

As the days slowly became less and less you were staying the night at a hotel ready for the night and when it came, you were in the very front row, with the best view of the entrance and ring.

It was like you were sitting at home watching TV from how close and clear you could see.

The night went well, other wrestlers coming out to fight, the crowd was loud, but when Sami and Kevin's music hit, the arena shook from the ground.

Yelling and cheers were heard everywhere as the two came out. You didn't know much about wrestling, but you did know the faces are the good guys and heels are bad, so judging by the cheering, they were definitely the faces.

You knew Damian and Finn were set to fight tonight, but you didn't know when. And then their music hit. Boo's filled the arena as Damian and Finn came out. Damian wore a black and purple gear, carrying his MITB briefcase with a hard look on his face.

Finn walked down, looking determined to fight. This match is for the tag team titles as you know from Rhea, so this is obviously a very important match for the two.

The match didn’t take long to start up with Finn and Sami starting off. They did well, but when Finn tagged in Damian, Sami got Kevin, and that’s when it all started to go downhill. Kevin was over Damian, kicking his long legs down and beating him as he laid on the mat.

You looked nervous as Damian didn’t get up or fight back, so you decided to call out. “Come on, Damian! Beat him!” Somehow, out of all the people in the arena Damian heard your voice.

He looked in the direction he heard the voice from and that’s when he saw you. His eyes grew wide as you both made eye contact and you gave him your signature wave, causing a smile to form on his lips.

After seeing you, sudden power came to him as he desperately fought to get up and when he did, it was over. Damian and Kevin traded blows as he stood up, but in the end Damian won. Damian was on fire for the rest of the match as he thought about you cheering him on.

As Finn took Sami out the ring Damian got Kevin up for a Razor’s Edge, and Finn followed up with a Coup De Grâce from the top rope and Damian quickly went for the cover.

“1, 2, 3!”

Cheers erupted over the arena as Damian and Finn hugged each other. You cheered along with everyone, clapping and smiling as the referee handed them the Smackdown and Raw tag team belts. Not a minute later, Rhea and Dominik came out to celebrate with their teammates.

Damian instantly looked at you, making his way out the ring and to you with that familiar smile on his face. “You won!” You yelled over the screaming fans who were next to you. “I did. I won it for you.” A blush cake to your cheeks at his words.

He always had a way with words.

You looked down at the belts, seeing them make a home in his hands. Damian smirked. “What, you wanna hold them?” Even though you shook your head no, Damian insisted and gave you the Smackdown belt.

Without thinking, while he gave you his belt, you grabbed it, pulling him down and for a kiss. Yes, he might be sweaty, yeah, he might smell, but you don’t care. You and Damian have only been talking for 2 months and you’ve fallen in love.

More cheers erupted as you and Damian kissed. Nobody knew who you were except the locals who came to your shop and liked wrestling, so seeing such a ‘normal person’ kissing someone like Damian was surprising to many.

When you pulled back, Damian whispered low just for you to hear him. “You wanna go backstage? I’ll take a shower and then we can do whatever.” You nodded your head and unexpectedly, Damian grabbed your arm and pulled you into him, carrying you bridal style as he walked towards the ramp.

“I was thinking, we could go back to the coffee shop and have a cup of coffee or something sweet for celebration?” You lightly chuckled at his suggestion, throwing your head back, the flash of the camera catching you both smiling.

Although the cameras are filming you two, you don’t care. As long as you’re with Damian, you’re just fine, and the team is so happy to get their answer to why Damian was so smiley at the coffee shop.

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togegiri · 3 months

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✎ᝰ ❛ Y/N'S DRAGON BUTLER ! ❜ — malleus draconia.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ featuring. malleus draconia x gender neutral reader.

.ೃ࿐ WARNINGS ! gender neutral reader. you/your and they/them pronouns is used. master is used but still is gender neutral reader. — not proofread ( 1.3k words )

content. You never knew that your drunken state would hire a dragon butler accidentally.

As the sun began to show up, the shine shoned at the blinds of your window. The alarm made a sound making you furrow your brows. Opening your eyes you slowly groaned as you stopped the beeping of your alarm as you got out of your bed.��

“Ahh… my head hurts,” you complained, feeling your head hurt from having a migraine like autopilot mode. You did your usual routine, like changing to your usual working clothes, eating a simple breakfast, brushing your teeth.

Meanwhile, there a tall male looked at himself in the mirror, putting on an all black and cool looking butler uniform. On the table on the side there placed a magazine and there a male posing as a butler is seen. Looking at any imperfection he looks at himself, “there, good,” he huffs with a smile. Pride on his face as he feels that his looks are good enough.

“Ooh~ little malmal is all grown up now huh?” a small male said putting his weight on the door looking at the taller draconic like male before him. “Yes, well then I'll be on my way now.. I don't want my master to wait for me,” with that he opens the big windows. Feeling the cold winds of the day.

“Well then good luck to your job little malmal,” the vampiric like male said waving at him as the male jumped at the window. Turning into a black dragon as they flew away. The pink-black haired person chuckles, “must be nice being a youth in love~”

Back to you, you looked at the mess of your apartment that was filled with cans of beer making you sigh. Putting on a coat you take your bag as your eyes widen at the time, “uwah, I'm gonna be late.” you say as you make your way to the door of your apartment.

The dragon male placing himself infront of your apartment, as you open the door your eyes widen. A gust of wind came to your face as your eyes met with a deep shade of green ones. Breathing heavily as you blinked your eyes. 'eh?’ you thought as the dragon disappeared. Appearing as a tall, handsome male with a butler uniform, “ehh…?” you say aloud.

Malleus smiled at you, “hello, It's me, malleus draconia your dragon butler from today onwards,” he closed his eyes. Suddenly sparkles went behind him as your brain tried to compute what just happened. Thus a reason came to your head, 'ah… a dream?’

“Please do come in,”

You open the door for him, letting him walk in (hospitality is always good to have.)

“Thank you,” malleus walked in as you followed him closing the door, you sat down at the chair as he too sat down. You looked at him weirdly as you bit our lower lip feeling awkward, “so uhmm who are you?”

His eyes widen, chuckling as he tilts his head to the side, “oh? I'm pretty sure I have introduced myself already (name),” he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

“y- yeah you did… but I'm pretty sure I didnt hire a… butler you know,”

“oh…” his tone was laced with disappointment.

“I even don't remember how we met,”

His brows furrow as his lips curl up in a small pout, “you don't remember? we met in the mountains,” you tilt your head cluelessly at this, “mountains, mountains… mountains?” you repeated the words until your eyes widen remembering the events happened last night.

—

“hehe… hehe~” you laugh, your face feeling hot as you stumble upon the rocky road on the mountain. The place was scary if said by a bystander. You didn't know that, you're drunk right now. With the fog on the mountain, the trees seemingly do not have any leaves and have pointy branches.

“Oho? a human, tell me why have you come here?” malleus eyes widen seeing a human casually comes in the mountain, nevertheless in his territory. Especially in a very drunk state, “hmm? oooh? ah! hello! hello! want a drink?” you smile stupidly waving at him with alcohol on the other side of your hand.

He lets out a chuckle amuse at your actions, “I supposed why not,” you smile as you take a cup in your pocket(why did you even put that there?). Pouring him the alcohol, “Hehehe! drink up! drink up!” you encourage with a big smile on your face.

“I am, I am,” he chuckles as he drank all the alcohol in the cup in one go, “oooh! you know how to drink huh? I love it!” you giggled drunkenly patting his shoulder making his eyes widen at the contact. His surprised face turned into one with adoration.

“hahaha what an interesting human you are,” he laughs as you cocked your head to the side, “I am..? hehe thank youuu~ say you know about butlers?”

“hm? a little bit,” malleus tilts his head at the sudden topic about butler, “you should know alot more about them they—” thus you began a long rant about how great butlers and the many more facts about them. Rambling like a passionate mad man about butlers.

“Say.. Why do you live here alone?” your sudden question caught the draconic male off guard, “haha how do you know I live alone?” he asks cocking his hide to side as you smile at him, “its easy to tell you look lonely after all…”

His eyes widened at this as he smiled back at you, “well I do have some servants here but… It does get lonely from time to time, humans are… well quite scared of such things as, I,” malleus grip the cup with a little more strength as he looked down sadly. “live with me."

His green eyes looked at you with suprise as you smiled at him, “pardon me?” in his eyes suddenly you were bright and sparkling, “live with me, I'll make you meet with many people, and I promise you… you won't be lonely with me by your side malleus,” a warmth spread on his heart as he felt his face hot, “oh…”

The sake is certainly not the one for this flustered state of his.

—

“sorry but… I- …I can't keep that promise, I didn't even say I want a butler,” you mutter the last part though malleus heard it quite well. “Oh the butler part was my idea, I wanted to surprise you but… I- I see.. no worries (name), it was my fault for barging in so suddenly,” he looked down as he smiled at you sadly apologizing as he got up the chair.

Your eyes linger towards his retreating figure seeing a tear forming in the corner of his eyes feeling guilt in the pit of your stomach, ‘wait if this isn't a dream… that means!’ your eyes widen looking, remembering something as you look at the clock in your arm.

Running towards Malleus who was near the door, you yelled his name, “Malleus!” you took his wrist as he looked back at you in surprise. “Yes?”

“Can you fly?”

“y- yes?”

—

“Uwaaaah! too fast!” you say that as you feel the wind hit your face too hard. Making you close your eyes, “apologies, I didn't hear what you just said.” malleus says in his dragon form. There you sat on the back of a black dragon. “I say too fast!” he slows down.

“Right, I'll try to not be too fast,” feeling the wind slow down you open your eyes seeing the great view of the city up here, “hmm… guess I can hire him.” You say aloud making the dragon perk up, “really?”

You let out a low chuckle, “so you can hear me,” making the dragon sweatdrop. Though soon your eyes widen as you feel a bone crack in your lower back, ‘ah… this kind of transportation hurts my back.'

“oh well… I guess I could use some dragon butler plus I promise you that you won't be lonely, so might as well keep that,”

The dragon underneath you smiles feeling the same warm feeling blooming in his heart. He shouldn't have doubted you from backing away from your promise.

“Sorry for cowering away at first but I swear I'll do my best malleus,”

“Me too, I'll do my best, master,”

You smile looking at the sky. Today is a great day.

#˃ᴗ˂ . . . signed by; ren #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #twst fluff #twst imagines #twisted wonderland fluff #twisted wonderland imagines #malleus draconia x reader fluff #malleus draconia x gender neutral reader #malleus x y/n #malleus x you #malleus x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #malleus x reader fluff

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wildemaven · 5 months

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saturdays with javier : tied together | javier peña

-> pairing: javier peña x f!reader

-> word count: 3489

-> content warning: 18+ blog; talk of food, feelings of nervousness, alluding to spicy time but I decided to give them some privacy, she likes the tie so it stays, established relationship, reader has zero descriptive features, post Colombia life, if I missed anything please let me know and I’ll add it

-> notes: it has taken me so long to finish this, but I’m glad it’s done! I’ve been in such a writing slump and words haven’t been working well for me. I think my lack of sleep is my main reason so I’ve been working on that— it definitely helped me yesterday. Big thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for being a cheerleader and beta reading this for me!!

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“Shit!”

His focus is scattered as he watches his hands work together to secure the tie around his neck, a task he hadn’t done in what felt like years, his nerves not aiding in the dexterous process.

“Cariño, what time do your parents get in again?” He shouts down the hall to you where you’re busy about the kitchen, before refocusing on his reflection in the mirror.

“Their flight lands at 1 pm, and you’re picking them up at Gate 15— Javier, what’s with the tie??” You appear in the doorway, leaning into the frame, your arms crossed watching the nervousness permeate off Javier as he finally settles a knot at the base of his sculpted neck.

“What’s wrong with my tie?” Brows knitted together in question, looking at you then back to his reflection.

“Nothing, it looks good— it’s fine. I just haven’t seen you wear one in, well awhile.” You push off the door frame, maneuvering between Javier and the bathroom counter, your fingers toy with the ends of his tie as you try your best to ease his mind. “It’s just my parents, no need to worry too much. And they love you, with or without a tie.”

“I know, I just—“ He takes in a deep breath, his lungs filling with the calmness you always bring to him, resting his forehead against yours, his hands running the length of your arms. “You’re right. I just get in my head, always thinkin’ they’re gonna find something and decide I’m not enough for you.”

“You’re always enough, Javi— with or without their approval.” Your voice is tentative and soft, dripping in assurance.

His hands find their way under the hem of your skirt, pressing his body ardently into yours. Fingers dancing delicately up your thighs, settling at the curve of your hips. There’s deliberate restraint in his grip on you, wanting nothing more than to haul you onto the counter and slowly pull you apart.

“Javi—“ Breathless and floating. Pulling back just enough to witness the growing want igniting in his eyes. Your hands smooth over the wrinkles in his crisp shirt, securing the knot of his tie firmly at the base of his neck. “Hmm. You should probably get going. You don’t want to keep my parents waiting. But we can always revisit this later.”

“Tell me again why you’re not coming with me to pick them up.” His lips desperately chase after yours.

Javi is your weakness. Giving in to him is an effortless choice. Minutes tick by, floating around the two of you. The kiss meanders through a vast range of intensity. Fluid and velvety, as it edges the border of a sensual climb that you both constantly crave. Realization hitting you first has you halting the flow before things progress past the point of no return.

Javi catches on to your stunted movement. His efforts to subconsciously sway you into calling off your parents so he can stay lost in this moment with you were valiant. He removes his hands from under your skirt, allowing the flowy fabric to fall back into place. Taking a step back, boots clicking on the tiled bathroom floor, his hands resting at his waist, while his labored breathing slowly returns to a comfortable steady rhythm.

“Because— I can’t be in two places at once. I need to get dinner prepped and started, so it’s ready when you get back here with them.” You fix the few of his stray hairs that have fallen out of place. Your fingers tracing down the sides of his handsome face, soothing over the tightness of his clenching jaw.

“We could just order something, then you can just ride with me. Your parents love that little Italian place over on San Dario.” He suggests. Reaching for one of your wrists, your hands are still cradling his face, thumb smoothing over your pulse point as he turns and places a kiss to your palm.

The bathroom fills with your boisterous laugh, your body vibrating as your head falls against his chest.

“What? What’s so funny?” You settle yourself back against the counter, pausing your laughter to wipe the tears from your lashes with the backs of your hands.

“The little Italian place? You mean Olive Garden? Javi, you’re going to be fine, I promise. Listen to some music, enjoy the drive and you’ll be home before you know it.” You grab his arm, twisting his watch face in your direction. “Okay, no more stalling Peña. It’s a two hour drive there, plus the wait— you need to get on the road.”

He releases a heavy sigh into the small space. Palm scrubbing down his face, mentally preparing himself for the long drive and your parents. He watches as you head for the kitchen, stopping at the door and resting your head and hand on the wooden frame as you look back at him.

“You’re enough Javi, always will be.”

The drive is easy enough. 165 miles straight up Interstate 35 will drop him into the heart of San Antonio, according to the directions you wrote out for him on the back of the electric bill envelope. A drive he’s taken many times over his life and has no trouble recalling the exact route as your car travels across the Texas countryside. But he likes— loves —that you care enough to make sure he has every exit and turn written in your pristine all-caps writing, keeping them visible and ready just in case there’s a chance he needs them.

An FM classic rock station and bag of peppered sunflower seeds keep him company most of the 2 and a half hour drive. Yet, even with a string of 80’s ballads crooning through the speakers, Javier still finds little pockets of time to get lost in his thoughts.

Blips of his time in Colombia trickle in from the depths of his mind. A wavering feeling of relief that all of it is behind him meshes with the doubt of whether he did enough or not enough, at the same time.

His grip on the steering wheel tightens. Anger and frustration resurfacing. A nagging turmoil bleeds through him slowly. His teeth gnaw anxiously at his bottom lip. He’s eyed several gas stations in the last 2 miles that he knows are fully stocked with enough nicotine to burn out every bit of anxiousness nagging at him.

Somehow, while you’re busy making dinner hundreds of miles away, you manage to save him from spiraling.

He thinks of you often, how can he not, but especially in moments when his thoughts start to get heavy and dark. Your smile pops into his head and instantly soothes away any oppressive feelings.

The overwhelming airport traffic takes over his train of thought. Maneuvering your little blue Volvo in and around parked cars, taxis and shuttles is an easy task. He glances down to the envelope, checking he’s in the right lane. The gate numbers boldly displayed above the terminal doors as he drives in the direction of the one you have written down, Gate 15.

He’s grateful there’s an open space to park along the curb when he arrives. Glancing at his watch, it’s a little after the 1 pm arrival time, which means your parents should be headed to pick up their bags and on the lookout for Javier to pick them up.

Javier contemplates whether he should wait by the car or snake his way through the crowd of airport goers to greet your parents, grabbing any bags or luggage to help them to the car.

It’s a quick decision, your father’s stone expression the main deciding factor. Another once over of the gate and time to double check he’s in the right spot, then he’s locking the car and venturing in the direction of where your parents will be arriving from.

He runs through a series of greetings as he waits.

Hello, it's good to see you both. Feels too informal for in-laws.

Oh, I’ve missed you both so much, here let me take your bags. Way too enthusiastic, especially for him.

Hello Sir, I love your daughter very much. I plan to spend the rest of my days loving her and showing her how much she means to me. Over the top? Your dad already gave him the approval before he married you— maybe just in case.

Hug? Handshake? A wave of Hello?

He takes a deep breath. Pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. He’s overthinking it. He knows your dad likes him. Your dad’s never been crass or rude towards him ever. The complete opposite actually. He’s treated Javier like family since the day you introduced them. Welcoming him into their home with a hand shake, then pulling into a warm hug. Pushing away the doubt and the fear of not being enough in your fathers eyes.

Your words washing over him— You’re enough Javi, always will be —he believes you.

“Well, well. If it isn’t Javier Peña, in the flesh!”

An all too familiar voice catches him off guard, pulling him from his thoughts of your parents and greeting scenarios.

“Steve?” Steve Murphy. Standing in front of him, shouldering a worn leather duffle bag and a carryon at his feet. He looks like a day hasn’t passed since they had last seen each other years ago. The wedding?

“Thought we did away with the ties and suits, buddy. Ya heading to some kind of meetin’?” Steve, dressed in a polo shirt and blue jeans, flicks at the navy tie you had bought him a few years back.

“No, I’m picking up my in-laws. They should be here any minute.” He nods in the direction of the baggage claim, then looking down as his hands smooth down the tie in a presentable position.

“Is that the story she went with?” Steve says with a hearty laugh, readjusting his bag strap.

“What do you mean? What story?” There’s a flash of confusion in Javier’s eyes. Head tilting and forehead creased as he tries to make sense of what Steve has said.

“You aren’t pickin’ up your in-laws. You’re pickin’ up me— Surprise!” Steve seems thrilled at how stunned Javier must look at the realization of what is happening. “I’ve got some business to do here in Texas for a bit. Connie mentioned it when they were havin’ their weekly phone call. I had a few free days, so she planned for you to pick me up so we can catch up.”

“She didn’t say anything about you coming.” Javier thinks back over the last few weeks, trying to remember if you had and he just forgot.

“No shit. That’s the whole point of a surprise, Javi. Good to see ya partner.” He throws an arm around Javier’s shoulders, giving his back a few good pats. Steve steps back a bit, his hand resting on Javier’s shoulder. “We gonna just stand here and catch up or can we go get somethin’ to eat. The plane food sucks and I’m fuckin’ starvin’.”

Steve pulls the handle up on his wheeled carryon and begins walking towards the exit. Javier turns on his heels, a bit of relief settling in. Smiling at how you were able to not only pull this off, but had him convinced your parents were coming and let him worry about it for weeks.

“Yeah, the cars parked right outside.” He calls out to Steve, shuffling through the bodies that put a little distance between the two of them.

Javier finds Steve leaning against the trunk of your car, having recognized it was yours from the few times he and Connie havevisited over the years.

“How’s Connie and Olivia? We got the pictures— she’s gotten big since we last saw her.” Javier asks as he pops the truck, grabbing Steve’s bags off the sidewalk, moving things around so they’re secure among the other things you store back there.

“They’re good. Connie wants to plan for us all to come out for a visit sometime. Maybe after the holidays or somethin’, when work slows down. Maybe we can go duck hunting? Like old times.” He says watching Javier over his shoulder play Tetris with his bags and the trunk contents.

“I’m not going fuckin’ duck hunting, you goddamn Hillbilly.” Shutting the trunk and making his way to the driver's seat. Steve, amused with himself follows, suit on the other side of the car.

It takes a few minutes to weave the car through the growing traffic and out of the airport madness.

“You gonna wine and dine me all dressed up like that, Peña?” Steve asks comfortably from the passenger seat.

“Yeah, there’s a little Italian place on the way.” Javier chuckles, looking over to Steve who’s wearing a shit-eating grin. He shakes his head, not realizing how much he missed his old friend.

“Oh! Authentic?” Excitement sparks in Steve’s voice.

“No— Olive Garden.”

“Asshole.”

It’s a few hours later when Javier drops Steve off at his hotel across town. Plans to meet up in the morning for breakfast at the little cafe with the best coffee in town. Javier promises to not show up before 9 am, so Steve can sleep in a few extra hours to shake off the jet lag. Javier pockets his sarcastic comment about how old Steve is getting until tomorrow when they’re deep into their breakfast burritos and a few cups of coffees in.

Things look quiet in the house when he parks your car in the driveway. The night sky now prominent and bold, a stark contrast from the harsh sun when he left earlier in the day. The soft glow coming from the bedroom windows must mean you’ve already begun to settle in for the evening, waiting for Javier’s return home.

Javier immediately rids himself of his stuffy suit jack the moment he’s inside, laying it over the back of the couch, a problem for tomorrow morning while he’s killing time waiting to meet up with Steve. He runs through his usual evening routine as he makes his way into the house. Front doors locked, window curtains closed and keys hung on the little hook by the door. The kitchen is clean and quiet, no sign of any cooking you had been talking about anywhere in sight. He fingers through the stack of mail that must have come while he was out, mostly bills he can deal with at a later time in the week.

The soft brilliance radiating from your bedroom pours out into the hallway, guiding the way for Javier. A beacon of light after a long day of driving. You are his final resting place.

Hands settled into his pockets, he shoulders himself quietly against the door frame. Movements still as he watches you, not wanting to announce his arrival right away. You’re bathed in the glow of the table lamp, propped up by the pillows and wrapped in your favorite robe, bare legs crossed over the plush comforter. It looks like you have made a decent dent in the book you had mentioned wanting to read when you found a chance— he can’t wait to hear you tell him your thoughts on it when you finish it.

“How’d it go, Javi.” You’ve already sensed his presence without a glance in his direction. Turning the page, a devilish smirk slides over your face.

“Funny thing about that, Amor. I got to the airport and I ran into an old friend. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” He asks as he makes his way to the dresser, discarding his watch and wallet into the small tray, where they are kept for the night.

“Hmmm. Would this old friend resemble someone who is actually a dear friend and answers to Steve?” You fold the corner of the current page you’re on. Closing the book and placing it on your nightstand. You watch Javier loosen the knot of his tie with two fingers, freeing the top button that you know irritates him fiercely. “Were you surprised?”

“Very. A little relieved, too.” You shift your legs over allowing him room to sit. His hand wraps around your ankle before you can move them too far out of his reach. His palm is warm against your cool skin.

“Good. It was hard to keep it a secret. I made Connie and Steve promise me they wouldn’t tip you off. And your dad knows you’ll be busy the next few days while Steve is here, I told him about it when he came over for dinner earlier.”

“It was a great surprise. But you didn’t need to keep it a secret. I’m sure Steve would have loved to have you come along, too.” His hand glides softly up and down the length of your leg, finally settling where your robe stops mid-thigh.

“Well, you work too hard, Javi. I think the last time you took an actual vacation was our honeymoon and that was years ago. I think some time alone with your friend was needed, even if it took me doing a little scheming behind the scenes to make it happen.”

He knows you’re right. It has been a while since he had let himself take some time for himself. He likes staying busy. The weekends are reserved mostly for time with you. Weekdays he’s pushing through the tiredness and running on coffee while he helps his Pop as he transitions into taking over operations of the ranch and cattle— Chucho no longer able to do it himself as he gets older.

Maybe he should take more time off like this. Even in the short time from when he picked Steve up at the airport to dropping him off at the hotel, he enjoyed himself more than he thought he would.

“I can hear you debating with yourself on this. You deserve it, Javier. It’s just a few days, let yourself enjoy them completely. The ranch will be waiting for you when you’re done.” You tell him, all sincere and honest. You shift yourself forward next to where Javier is sitting. Your legs folded under you, arms wrapped around his neck, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Okay. I’ll enjoy it.” He releases a heavy sigh into the air.

“I have another surprise for you…” Your lips curl inward, trying to hold back your bubbling laugh as you watch Javier’s eyes roll playfully.

“Querida, I don’t think I can handle any more surprises today.” He groans, pulling you over to him so you're now straddling his lap. His forehead rests on your collarbone, your fingernails running lightly over his scalp.

“My parents are coming at the end of the month. They’re staying for a week. My dad said he wants to take you golfing— something about showing you how good his swing is.” You murmur against the top of his head.

“Baby, I don’t know how to golf. I’m going to have to bullshit my way through it, and I don’t know how convincing it will look.” He pouted. He moans at the sensation of your nails scratching at his scalp a little harder.

“Javi, I’m just kidding.”

“Thank god.” Relieved he doesn’t have to bullshit his way through 18 holes and several hours stuck on a golf course.

“Only about the golfing part— they’re still visiting.”

“That’s enough out of you, Amor.” Grabbing your hips, he’s flipping you both so you're lying beneath him on your bed. Your legs wrap around his narrow waist, drawing him down closer to you, his lips finding yours instantly.

“Let me get these clothes off real quick.” He stands to his full height, beginning to work at the knot of his tie.

“Leave the tie.” You purr as your foot rises up to his chest and presses against his hands, halting his movements. You pull at the belt of your robe, revealing your naked self to him, barely catching the way his breath hitches at the sight of you bared to him. “I get casual Javi every night, seeing you in this tie today was a fun change. I think I want Agent Peña tonight though.”

He’s on you in an instant. Hands roaming over your body, soft and riddled with goosebumps. Hips settling firmly against yours, an experimental thrust has you gasping and tingling with anticipation. The lightest nips to your jaw. His breath is hot across your face as he finds your lips again. Deepening the kiss in a desperate manner. Your whimpers and the way you chant his name like your favorite song nearly takes him out. His grip on your thigh is delicate but demanding in the most intimate way. Your back arching into his touch, craving more. You always crave more.

“Baby, I’ll give you whatever you want.” He whispers into the kiss. And he will give you everything.

#javier peña #javier peña x you #javier peña x reader #javier peña x f!reader #javier peña x female reader #saturdays with javier #pedro pascal #wildemaven writes #pedrostories

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under-the-dirt · 6 months

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sleep talking.

hihihihi!! this is a continuation of my previous post with price and sleeptalking reader!

anyway, a part 2 was requested and i love delivering!!

pairing: price x fem!reader

tags: reader is referred to by feminine pet names, oral (fem!receiving), unprotected p in v (guys literally do not pretty please :3), creampie?, cockwarming, overstimulation, UNDER 13 DNI!!!!! SHOO SHOO SHOO!!

taglist: @cloudyeventss @airghostlyfox

The following day was difficult, to say the least. It was hard to meet John’s eyes or even look at him the same. Everyone noticed how awkward you seemed for what appears to be no reason. The first one to approach you was Soap, who found you in the kitchen gnawing on your lip.

“Somethin’ wrong, lass?” Soap asks, and you chuckle and shake your head.

“No uh.. long night,”

“Hmm.. What ‘appened between ye n’ Price? Poor fella looks like a kicked puppy,” Soap chuckles, looking down at you and seeming surprised at the blush on your face. “Oh shit, now I gotta know,” He laughs.

“Nothing, it was nothing..”

“Sure of that? The way yer lookin right now ‘s tellin’ me ye got up to somethin’ you shouldn’ ‘ave” He teases, and you look up at him.

“Fine- yeah, we had sex.”

“Shit, how was the old man?”

“I’d think he was jus’ fine,” Price purrs from the doorway, walking in and standing beside you. “Can we talk real quick?” He whispers, and you nod, walking outside of the kitchen.

“I’m sorry..” You whisper, and he shushes you.

“No, nothin’ t’ be sorry ‘bout lass, nothin’ at all.” He coos, rubbing your arm gently.

“I just.. I’m confused.. what are we?” You ask softly, looking up at him with doe-eyes.

“Well, fer now, I dunno. If ye wanna be fuckbuddies or somethin’, that’s perfectly fine w’ me.” He explains, and you nod. “Then there it is, tha’s what we are.”

“Are.. Are we still going to sleep together?” You ask, and he laughs and raises his eyebrows. “No! Not like that!! Just.. are we still going to sleep in your room?”

“Of course, unless you don’t want to.”

“No- No I want to..”

“Then tha’s all” He smiled that sweet, crinkled eye smile, the one that drew you in, in the first place. He leans down and presses a gentle peck to your lips before walking off to do god knows what.

—🌙—

That night was far more eventful than any other, with him bending you over almost the second you entered his room. He’d eaten you out like a man starved, like his favorite meal. You were a moaning, writhing mess beneath his large hands.

“Oh god- John.. Mmhm..” You mewl, squirming to try and escape the overstimulation of his scratchy beard between your soft thighs. “Ohh.. oh god John,” You whine and moan, and he chuckles, kissing your cunt and pulling his head away, beard soaked with your juices. You hear him drop his pants, heavy belt clinking to the floor.

“Ohh.. god look what ye do to me, bunny,” He groans, stroking his painfully hard shaft. he presses his chest to your back as he slowly slides the tip in, the stretch causing you to moan and squirm. “Cmon, stay still for me darlin’,”

“Mmh! So big,” You whine, and he just pushes further until he’s buried to the hilt in your sweet cunt.

“God, such a pretty pussy. Just milkin’ me fer all I have, aren’t ya?” He chuckles as he begins to slowly thrust in and out of your tight hole, huffing and groaning all the while. Heavy balls slap against your ass which each thrust, his rough chest hair rubbing your soft back raw.

“Mmh! Oh- Price!” You moan loudly, and he shushes you with a laugh.

“Don’t want the others hearing, do we lass?” He purrs, using his free hand to open your mouth and put two fingers in which you dutifully suck on. He laughs and rubs your clit gently with his other hand, slamming his thick cock into your g-spot and making you moan louder around his fingers. You cum hard around his cock, forming a small ring at the base as he continues pounding into you before following and cumming deep inside you with a groan.

He rests his chest on your back, kissing the back of your neck sweetly and leaving gentle hickies.

“I’ve got some paperwork to do.. mind staying like this?” He asks softly, and you nod tiredly. He picks you up, still deep inside you and sits down at his desk with you in his lap.

About 30 minutes later you wake up again, head tucked into the crook of John’s neck as you deeply inhale his woody scent. You begin to feel something inside you, and your muscles involuntarily clench around it.

“Oh- fuck, darling, relax,” Price coos, rubbing your lower back gently with his free hand. You hear the gentle scratching of pen on paper behind you as he works, the soft rumble of his chest as he breaths and chuckles. The silence was like a lullaby, lulling you to sleep.

After he finished working, he picked you up and ever so gently pulled out while placing you on the bed. He went to his bathroom to grab a rag, wet it with warm water, and walk back to clean you both off. He first cleaned his sticky cum off his own cock, then cleaned his mess up from your thighs and abused cunt. You really were a deep sleeper, even the sensations of the rag bumping your clit didn’t wake you. After cleaning, John laid down next to you and pulled you to his chest, pressing gentle kisses to your head as he fell asleep.

this was such a silly moment! sorry it took so long to write!! <333 i hope this was good!!!

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saturnznct · 1 year

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play fight | ldh

➸ request from anon; hey sadie hope you’re doing well and staying safe~ i was wondering if you could do dad!haechan and his kids playfully fighting over the mum thank u so much for all your hard work

➸ note; ah tysm!! i hope this is okay, it took me ages to write this one for some reason

➸ word count:

➸ dalgun; aged 8, kyungah; aged 4, sunhee; in the womb lol

➸ warning(s); none

nct masterlist (lnks will be added later)

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You whine as you stretch, waking up gradually as you do so. You were so warm, both from being buried under the duvet covers, and being wrapped in Donghyuck’s arms.

‘Morning,’ he mumbles groggily, ‘sleep well?’

‘Mmm,’ you hum, ‘the baby moved around quite a bit.’

‘They’re getting big,’ he runs warm hands under your shirt and over your little bump.

You turn your head to face him and kiss him good morning. You turn back, Donghyuck kissing your shoulder-blade. Both of you lay dozing for a few minutes, just enjoying each others presence.

‘It’s so quiet,’ you whisper, ‘why is it so quiet?’

‘Don’t complain,’ Donghyuck grumbles, ‘you’ll jinx it.’

You turn around now properly, so that you’re facing each other, ‘just wondering what my children are up to.’

Donghyuck is too distracted by you to care, pressing kisses to your neck, ‘you’re pretty.’

‘Hyuck..’

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, but-‘

Your bedroom door creaks open slowly, your little girl’s face appearing around it, eyes not fully open, hair sticking wildly up. Donghyuck rolls off you, acknowledging his daughter.

‘Morning, angel,’ Donghyuck lifts Kyungah up onto the bed, kissing her forehead.

‘Daddy. Mummy/mommy,’ she mumbles, ‘I just woke up.’

‘Yeah, we can tell sweetheart,’ you laugh, flattening her hair down a little, ‘did we wake you up?’

‘No, but I wanted to come lie down with you.’

‘That’s okay.. Did you sleep well?’

‘Uh-huh, I dreamt about baby sister.’

You and Donghyuck exchange a look.

‘Kyungie, we don’t know if it’s a baby sister,’ Donghyuck says carefully, but Kyungah takes no notice.

‘I just wanted to come hang out with you mummy/mommy,’ Kyungah lodges herself between you and Donghyuck, curling into your side, throwing her little arm around your bump.

Donghyuck huffs, ‘but what if I wanted to hang out with mummy/mommy?’

Kyungah giggles maniacally, ‘well you can’t.’

‘No?’ Donghyuck laughs, and Kyungah shakes her head, ‘why not?’

‘Because she’s my mummy/mommy!’

‘She’s my wife first!’

‘No,’ Kyungah protests, tugging on your sleep shirt.

‘Meanie,’ Donghyuck sticks his tongue out at the girl, staring at her for a few moments before launching himself at her in a tickle attack.

’No!’ Kyungah shrieks, giggling and squirming while Donghyuck blows raspberries where his hands aren’t.

‘Careful!’ you chuckle, shuffling away and wrapping an arm around your bump, although you knew Donghyuck would never let Kyungah get too close.

‘Daddy, stop it!’ Kyungah’s screaming with laughter at this point.

‘Hyuck, you’ll wake Dalgun,’ you warn, knowing your son would not be pleased at the disturbance.

Again, as if on cue, Dalgun trudges into the room, rubbing his eyes.

‘What’s going on?’

‘Your dad is attacking your sister.’

‘Oh,’ Dalgun flops down on the bed next to you, absentmindedly burying his face in your side.

‘Little Mummy’s/Mommy’s boy,’ Donghyuck grumbles, finally releasing Kyungah who wriggles over to you for protection.

Donghyuck whines at his children abandoning him, breaking into dramatic wails, which the children ignore to annoy him even further.

‘You both love mummy/mommy more than me,’ he cries, and the two kids just roll their eyes, ‘I bet you don’t even love me at all!’

’No daddy, I do love you,’ Kyungah sings, but Donghyuck turns away, holding his hand up at her.

’No, you’ve made your feelings very clear,’ Donghyuck huffs, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

‘Daddy no,’ Kyungah shrieks.

‘Only mummy/mommy loves me now,’ he pouts, making grabby hands towards you.

‘Hmm, questionable,’ you tease, Donghyuck looking offended.

‘No.. nobody in my family loves me… I might as well just… run away.’

Donghyuck rolls out of bed, ‘and I’ll never come back!’

‘Wait no!’ the children giggle, removing themselves from you and running out of the room to follow Donghyuck.

‘You’re coming into a madhouse, baby Lee,’ you rub your bump, stomach rumbling as you think about breakfast.

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skzstannie · 5 months

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Seonghwa x fem!idol!reader where they try to keep their relationship secret but fail miserably? Take ur time mwa mwa!!

"Well, this is really unfortunate"

Ateez OneShot -> SeongHwa x idol!fem!reader

Genre: fluff

cw: none :)

wc: ~2200

Thank you for your patience! I hope this is what you were wanting!

Happy scrolling!

"Well, this is really unfortunate," you scoff at Seonghwa's words, trying to pull your arm up from where it's stuck between the two of your bodies.

"Ya think?" He gives you a breathy chuckle.

"It could be worse, we could be stuck in, like, a port-a-potty or something." He glances up at the ceiling of the supply closet.

"There are literally no circumstances in which I would lock myself into a port-a-potty with another human being," you tell him. Although, not that you'd ever admit this to him, if, and that's a big if, you were ever to be trapped in a port-a-potty with someone, you hope it'd be with him.

"How long do you think we need to stay in here?" He asks, glancing down at you in exhaustion.

"Until the coast is clear, we can't risk it again." He huffs in response, slouching down to rest his head on your shoulder.

So, how'd you get into such a predicament? Well, it all started with you and your boyfriend, Seonghwa, going on a late-night date to the local bowling alley. You've been dating for a good 6 months now, and everything is going swimmingly.

Except for the fact the you have decided to keep your relationship a secret from literally everyone. While you both can keep a secret, you realize it is getting increasingly harder to hide from not only the public, but also each other's members and families.

With a few silly disguises, like Seonghwa's hot pink sunglasses and your baseball cap, you've always been able to stay under the radar when going on dates, and this time was no different.

You guys left the dorms around 8:00 pm, planning to arrive at the bowling alley around 9:00 pm to participate in "cosmic" bowling. Another reason you both felt particularly confident in your disguises for the evening, as it'll be dark, with only black lights to illuminate the building.

You wait in your car in the parking lot, waiting for Seonghwa to text you, letting you know he's here. You look up from your phone upon hearing the blasting music coming from across the street. It appeared to be an outdoor club of sorts, not like anything you've seen before. You look to the left of the entrance and see a large "Grand Opening" sign hanging from the archway. "Hmm, that looks cool. I'll have to take the girls there sometime." You comment to yourself, opening your notes app to add it to your running list of 'Fun places to go'.

You close your notes app, ready to go back to jumping between Instagram, Snapchat, and TikTok, but you receive the text from Seonghwa saying he's parked.

You send him back a quick thumbs up and put your baseball cap on. You step out your decorated Jeep, your back windshield fully decked out in random car stickers you found cute. Your eyes scan the parking lot for your handsome boyfriend, and you spot him near the entrance, expectantly waiting for you.

"Hi jagiya, I've missed you," he walks to meet you, enveloping you in his arms for a tight hug.

"I've missed you more," you protest, squeezing him back. "I suppose we should head in, I'm ready to kick your butt in some cosmic bowling," you joke, elbowing him playfully in the side.

"Oh we'll see about that," he counters, holding the door open for you like the true gentleman he is.

Upon entering, you can already tell it'll be a fun night. With the place relatively empty (probably because of the party going on across the street), you won't have to worry too much about getting caught.

Walking toward the counter where you rent out the lanes, Seonghwa asks you about your week. You haven't seen each other in a about a week and a half due to all the work you're both putting into your new comebacks.

"You know that one sweatshirt I love? The one with the cute panda on the front?" Seonghwa hums, adjusting his grip on your hand. "Well, Ahn had the audacity to spill her coffee all over it the other day." You jokingly huffed. You're indifferent about the situation now that Ahn agreed to buy you a new one, but you still want to share your weekly struggles with your boyfriend. "She's gonna buy me a new one, though, so I forgave her."

"Sounds like the situation worked itself out quite nicely." Always the peacekeeper Seonghwa was.

"Yea, but you're supposed to console me for losing my prized possession. Tell me how great of a person I am for forgiving her." You're obviously being facetious, but it's fun to be dramatic sometimes. Being the oldest member in your group, same as Seonghwa, you're expected to be mature and level-headed. Quite frankly, sometimes you didn't want to be level-headed. Sometimes, you wanted to be able to have silly mental breakdowns about your favorite sweatshirt. It wasn't all bad, being the eldest, that just means you have to go to your boyfriend with all your problems. He doesn't mind in the least. Being the beautiful soul he is, he will console you and your problems any day of the week.

"Oh, my bad," he holds his hands up in surrender before gently grabbing your head with both his hands. He forces your head down to his shoulder, patting your ear. "I'm so sorry, baby. What can I do to help? Do I need to wipe your tears?" He presses a wet, sloppy kiss to the side of your face, making you groan in disgust.

"We're in public, are you being for real right now?" You pull away, looking at him in disbelief.

"There's no one here, it's fine." He brushes you off.

Having finally made it the counter, you both ask for the correct shoe size and Seonghwa pays for your lane. You politely ask for a lane in the back, wanting to have as much privacy as possible, to which the employee happily obliges.

You and Seonghwa make your way to the lane, stopping to grab your choice of bowling ball on the way.

Throughout the night, you guys end up playing three games. You won the first, he won the second, and, not to your surprise, he also wins the third. "Did you go easy on me in the first game?" You question.

"No, I was just warming up," he answers. Grabbing up your and his shoes, looking to return them to the front desk.

"Sure you were," you reply back, rolling your eyes.

Having successfully returned your shoes, you guys start to make your way towards the door. You let out a shriek, however, when Seonghwa suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you into a nearby supply closet.

"What the hell?" You gasp, lightly hitting his shoulder. He's quick to cover your mouth with his hand, shushing you with his other. Your eyebrows furrow, the anger dissipating into confusion.

He mouths, 'Listen,' so you do. He removes his hand from your mouth, and you press your ear to the closet door. Your eyes widen upon hearing the tell-tale cackle of the one and only Wooyoung.

You sigh, wondering how you were going to get out of this situation. You two stand in silence, listening carefully as the loud shouts of Seonghwa's members slowly dissipate to the back of the alley.

"Well, this is really unfortunate," you scoff at Seonghwa's whispered words, trying to pull your arm up from where it's stuck between the two of your bodies.

"Ya think?" He gives you a breathy chuckle.

"It could be worse, we could be stuck in, like, a port-a-potty or something." He glances up at the ceiling of the supply closet.

"How long do you think we need to stay in here?" He asks, glancing down at you in exhaustion.

"Until the coast is clear, we can't risk it again." He huffs in response, slouching down to rest his head on your shoulder.

You check your watch for what feels like the tenth time, seeing only 30 minutes have passed. "I can't stand here much longer," Seonghwa whispers, a slight grimace to his voice, "it feels like my legs are gonna lock out."

"Ok. I mean, we can just make a run for it. We haven't heard them for awhile; they're probably preoccupied anyway." Seonghwa nods, stretching his arms up into the air. "Ready?"

"Yep, let's do this." You grab the door handle and open it slowly, peeking your head out the crack. You see his members on one of the middle lanes, cursing to yourself. 'They'll definitely see us if we're not careful.'

You turn back to Seonghwa, signaling your about to walk out.

You both step out of the closet and begin to stealthily make your way towards the exit.

Unfortunately, Seonghwa still finds his legs asleep, tingling from not moving for so long, and his third step results in the buckling of his knee. Whether he meant for it to be or not, he dramatically drops to the ground, yelping when he uncomfortably lands on his wrist.

Your eyes widen, glancing to his members. Of course, recognizing Seonghwa's voice, they're already staring over in confusion by the time your eyes meet theirs.

"I'm fine," Seonghwa mumbles, standing to his feet. He brushes himself off, and looks up to be met with 7 people he knows all too well.

"I thought you were supposed to be with your grandmother this weekend," Wooyoung calls him out, the rest of his members' expressions ranging from amused smirks to confused pouts.

"Well, I, uh-" Seonghwa stumbles over his words, his neck and ears growing redder by the second.

While you're focused on trying to help Seonghwa explain what's going on, you hear an all too familiar voice come from the front door.

"Ah, Y/N, we knew you were here!" Mina squeals, quickly approaching with the rest of your group members. "We were just hanging out at that club across the street. It's so cool! We have to take you sometime." Your head whips up to them, your mouth dropping at the situation. You see your members tilt their heads as they get closer, recognizing the Ateez members.

"Well, isn't this just great," you give everyone a tight-lipped smile, your shoulders slumping in renounce.

"Don't be mad at us. If you wanted to hideout in bowling alleys without us, next time take the obnoxious stickers off your Jeep. It's so obviously yours." One of your younger members, Juni, known for her sass, responds back.

There's an awkward silence as your members join the semicircle in front of you and Seonghwa. Everyone's looking at you two expectantly, obviously waiting for an explanation.

Knowing Seonghwa gets easily flustered and overwhelmed in these types of situations, being the good girlfriend you are, you decide to take the lead.

"Ok, I guess we owe everyone an explanation." You look to Seonghwa, and he gives you the smallest nod, giving you the go ahead to tell them what's really going on. "We're dating. We've been together for about six months now. Please don't be mad," you finish your confession with an innocent smile, watching everyone's expressions carefully. Some of their jaws drop to the floor, eyes quickly switching between you and Seonghwa, while others (your members and Wooyoung) have an excited look, Wooyoung even going as far as hopping up and down and giggling.

Everyone's expression makes sense, except for the ever-mysterious Jongho. One of his eyebrows is raised, his smile one of amusement. You're not sure of how to interpret his expression. "Everything okay, Jongho?"

"Oh, yea, I've just known about this for months now. I think it's amusing," he chuckles lightly, giving you a genuine smile. "I was wondering when you guys were gonna get caught."

Now it's your turn for your jaw to drop in shock. "How did you find out?" Your accusatory tone fills the air, not entirely believing him.

"It's nothing crazy. I was out to dinner with my mother a few months back, and I saw you two at the restaurant. You weren't exactly hiding that you were together; I think you were even holding hands over the table." He shrugs, giving the two of you a knowing smirk.

You blush at that, realizing there may have been a couple times where you and Seonghwa weren't necessarily the most secretive.

"But what about our disguises? You recognized us even with them?" You question. You never have any fans come up to you in public, so you figured they were good enough at hiding your identity.

"A pair of hot pink sunglasses isn't the greatest disguise. If anything, they actually drew my attention to you guys," he answers, chuckling at your gawking expression.

You turn to Seonghwa and squint your eyes at him, "I've always told you those sunglasses were dumb."

His face blushes deeper, no doubt burning to the touch at this point. "Sorry."

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