#❤️❤️❤️ i love him he’s my little goober

[arthurmorganson]

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[ch1zzie]

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[xomakara]

Love Like This

SUMMARY |  You recently moved into this very nice neighborhood with your dog, Goober. When Yeosang and his daughter introduce themselves to you, his daughter falls in love with Goober right away. As you spend more time with your neighbors, you realize that you have fallen in love.

PAIRINGS | Yeosang x Reader

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked

GENRE |  smut, fluff, Dad!Yeosang, dogmom!Reader, non-idol au

CONTENT/WARNINGS | unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), oral sex (male giving/female receiving), fingering, slight dirty talk, praise kink, vaginal penetration, lovemaking

LENGTH | 6,629 words

TAGLIST |  ---

NETWORKS |  @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @othersideoutlawsnetwork

AUTHOR’S NOTE | Back with another fic for the Dadteez series. As always, you'll see some recurring characters haha. This is much more on the sensual and lovemaking side of things but I hope you all enjoy it. Love you ❤️

The doorbell rang, and your heart skipped a beat. Who could it be? You weren’t expecting anyone, but the sound of tiny footsteps and muffled giggles outside made you pause. You glanced toward Goober, sprawled out on the living room floor, his massive frame taking up more space than he probably should. His head perked up at the noise, ears twitching as if sensing something was about to happen.

“Stay, boy,” you whispered, grabbing his leash just in case. He whined softly, tail thumping against the floor, clearly eager to investigate.

You opened the door cautiously, and there they were—your new neighbors. A man stood tall, with a warm smile that seemed to light up the porch, and a little girl clinging to his hand, her eyes wide with curiosity. The man introduced himself first, his voice calm and friendly. “Hi, I’m Yeosang, and this is my daughter, Yeonwoo. We’re your neighbors next door. Thought we’d stop by and say hello and welcome you to the neighborhood.”

Yeonwoo peeked out from behind her dad, her round cheeks puffing slightly as she smiled. Her gaze darted past you, locking onto something inside your house. You followed her line of sight and saw Goober, who had decided now was the perfect time to lumber over, his big paws making soft thuds on the wooden floor. His tail wagged slowly at first, then picked up speed as he approached the door.

Yeosang’s expression tightened for a split second, clearly wary of the giant Doberman. But Yeonwoo? She didn’t even hesitate. 

“Doggy!” she squealed, pulling free from her dad’s grip and darting forward, her little hands outstretched.

“Wait!” you called out, reaching for her instinctively. “He’s… uh, he’s friendly, but—”

But she wasn’t listening. She was already kneeling in front of Goober, her tiny fingers landing gently on his broad chest. The dog froze for a moment, his dark eyes blinking down at her curiously, then let out a soft huff as his tail starts wagging again, this time like a metronome gone wild. 

“Good doggy,” Yeonwoo cooed, patting his fur with all the confidence of someone who had never met a dog they didn’t love.

Goober, ever the people-pleaser, leaned into her touch, his tongue lolling out happily. You couldn’t help but laugh, relief flooding through you. Yeosang, however, looked equal parts amazed and horrified. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said quickly, stepping forward to scoop Yeonwoo up. “She doesn’t usually… well, she’s fearless around animals.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, leaning down to scratch Goober behind the ears. “He’s a big softie at heart. Just looks intimidating.”

Yeosang hesitated, glancing between you and Goober, his brow furrowing slightly. “Yeah, well… he is intimidating. Most dogs his size wouldn’t take too kindly to someone running up to them like that.”

You straightened up, meeting his gaze. “You’re right. I should’ve been more careful.” 

Your tone was apologetic, but Yeosang’s attention seemed torn between you and his daughter, who was now trying to squirm her way back to Goober. “It’s okay. No harm done.”

“Daddy, let me down!” she protested, wriggling in his arms. “I wanna play with him!”

“Yeonwoo,” Yeosang said firmly, though his voice softened when he looked down at her. “We don’t just go running up to dogs we don’t know. It’s dangerous.”

Her bottom lip pouted out, and you felt a pang of sympathy. 

“Actually,” you said, reaching for Goober’s leash, “he loves kids. And since Yeonwoo’s not afraid of him, maybe we could give it a shot? Safely, of course.”

Yeosang’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying you. There was something in his expression—a mix of caution and interest like he was weighing the pros and cons of letting his guard down. Finally, he sighed, setting Yeonwoo on the ground but keeping a firm hold on her shoulder. “Fine. But if he so much as growls, we’re out of here.”

“Deal,” you nodded, giving him your best reassuring smile. Then, turning to Yeonwoo, you knelt down so you were at eye level with her. “Okay, sweetie, you can pet him, but only if your daddy says it’s okay, alright?”

She nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Okay!”

You guided Goober closer, making sure he stayed calm as Yeonwoo reached out again. This time, she kept her movements slow and deliberate, earning a gentle nudge from Goober as if to say ‘Finally, some manners’. Yeosang watched the interaction closely, his body tense but his expression softening as he realized how harmless it was.

“See?” you said, looking up at him. “He’s all bark and no bite.”

“Yeah, well, I think the bark alone could scare off half the neighborhood,” Yeosang chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “I’ve never seen a dog this big except for my friend Jongho’s malamute. He has five energetic kids and you can’t say no to them when they ask for a dog.”

There was a pause, the kind that felt charged with unspoken words. You stood up, brushing off your jeans, and realized just how close you were standing to each other. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you felt thick, almost electric as if the universe itself was nudging you both closer together.

Was he feeling it too?

Yeonwoo’s voice broke the tension. “Can we keep him, Daddy? Please?”

“Not quite how it works, kiddo,” he laughed, ruffling her hair. “Goober belongs to…” He trailed off, glancing at you.

“Me,” you finished for him, offering your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

He took your hand, his grip firm and warm. “Nice to meet you.”

As you shook hands, you couldn’t help but notice how his fingers lingered against yours, just for a fraction longer than necessary. His gaze flicked up to meet yours again, and there it was—that same spark, that same pull.

“So,” he said, his voice low enough that Yeonwoo wouldn’t hear, “care to tell me why a woman living alone with a dog this size isn’t single-handedly terrifying the entire neighborhood?”

You bit back a grin, leaning in just enough so he could hear you. “Maybe because I’m not as scary as he is?”

His lips twitched, a hint of a smirk forming. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just good at hiding it.”

There was something in his tone—something playful, something challenging. And before you could respond, Yeonwoo tugged on his sleeve. “Daddy, can we come back later and see Goober again? Pleeease?”

Yeosang glanced down at her, then back at you, that smirk still lingering. “Depends. Do you think your dog would mind some company tomorrow?”

You felt your heartbeat quicken, the question hanging in the air like an invitation. “I think Goober would love that.”

Yeosang nodded, his eyes holding yours for a moment longer than they should have. “Then we’ll see you tomorrow.”

As they walked away, Yeonwoo waving wildly, you couldn’t help but replay the interaction in your mind. There was something about Yeosang—his protectiveness, his humor, the way he seemed to balance authority with warmth. And then there was that look, the one that had passed between you, brief but unmistakable.

Goober nudged your hand, drawing you back to the present. You scratched his ear, smiling. “Looks like we’ve got company tomorrow, buddy.”

He barked once, as if in agreement, and you felt a thrill run through you. Something was stirring between you and Yeosang, something undeniable. And you couldn’t wait to see where it led.

What a great way to start a new life in a new neighborhood.

A few weeks later, the neighborhood buzzed with excitement. Hongjoong, the grill master, had announced a spontaneous barbecue, and the scent of sizzling sausages wafted through the air, mingling with laughter and chatter. You stood at the edge of your yard, Goober by your side, watching as neighbors gathered around the makeshift grill setup in the park across the street.

Yeosang and Yeonwoo were already there, their presence drawing attention. Yeonwoo was running around with Hongjoong’s kids, Hyejin and Hongki, their laughter echoing like music. Yeosang stood nearby, chatting with Hongjoong, his voice carrying easily over the park. His eyes met yours briefly, and you felt that familiar spark, a subtle warmth pooling in your chest.

“Hi Miss Y/N!” Haru, San’s son, called out, his shy smile breaking into a grin as he approached you. “Can Goober play with us?”

You glanced down at your massive Doberman, who wagged his tail eagerly. “I think he’d love that. Just keep an eye on him, okay? He might get a little too excited.”

He nodded vigorously, and before you could say more, he was leading Goober toward the cluster of kids. The children squealed in delight as Goober bounded over, his enthusiasm infectious. Even one of Jongho’s sons, Jongsoo, usually so quiet, couldn’t resist reaching out to pet him.

As you watched them play, Yeosang joined you, his presence grounding yet electric. 

“Looks like Goober’s the star of the show,” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You smirked. “He’s got a knack for that. Kids seem to adore him.”

Yeosang’s gaze lingered on you, something unspoken passing between you. “You’re good with them,” he said quietly. “With him.”

Good with him. The words sent a shiver down your spine, knowing he wasn’t just referring to Goober. You turned to face him, your breath catching slightly at the intensity in his brown eyes. 

“Someone has to be,” you replied, your tone light but your heart pounding.

Before either of you could say more, a loud crash interrupted the moment. Everyone turned to see Goober standing near the drinks cooler, which now lay on its side, ice and cans spilling everywhere. 

Haru burst out laughing, pointing at the scene. “Goober did it!”

You groaned, rushing over to assess the damage. Goober looked up at you sheepishly, his tail wagging slowly as if hoping to charm his way out of trouble. 

“You big goof,” you muttered, ruffling his ears. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Guess we’ll have to team up to fix this,” he said, his voice low and teasing. Yeosang knelt beside you, his hands moving efficiently as he helped pick up the scattered cans. 

You glanced at him, caught off guard by the heat in his tone. “Teamwork, huh?”

“Always,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Especially when it involves cleaning up after a charmingly clumsy dog.”

You laughed, the sound bubbling up naturally. “Fine. But if Goober knocks anything else over, you’re helping me explain it to Hongjoong’s wife.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. “Deal.”

Together, you worked quickly, gathering the scattered drinks and refilling the cooler. The sun beat down on you, and you found yourself glancing at Yeosang often, admiring the way his muscles flexed as he moved. There was something about the way he carried himself—quiet strength tempered by a surprising tenderness. It was captivating, and you felt a pull toward him that was impossible to ignore.

When the last can was in place, Yeosang straightened, wiping his hands on his jeans. 

“All set,” he said, turning to you. His eyes held yours, the space between you suddenly charged with tension.

“Thanks,” you murmured, your voice softer than intended. He took a step closer, his proximity sending your pulse racing. 

“Anytime,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. Anytime. The word echoed in your mind, fueling the fire that had been smoldering since your first encounter.

Before you could respond, Yeonwoo came running up, tugging on Yeosang’s hand. “Daddy, can we go on the swings? Please?”

He smiled down at her, the transformation immediate and disarming. “Of course, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

As they walked away, Yeonwoo holding his hand and swinging it happily, you watched them, a smile tugging at your lips. Yeosang glanced back at you once, his expression unreadable, but the weight of his gaze lingered, heavy and undeniable.

Goober nudged your hand, drawing you back to the present. You scratched his ear, your thoughts still on Yeosang. “Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us, buddy.”

He barked once, as if in agreement, and you felt a thrill run through you. Something was stirring between you and Yeosang, something undeniable. And you couldn’t wait to see where it led.

Later, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood, you found yourself sitting by the grill, a plate of food in your hands. Yeosang sat beside you, the two of you sharing an easy conversation. The faint hum of music played in the background, and the sound of children laughing filled the air.

“You know,” Yeosang said, his voice soft, “I haven’t felt this... comfortable in a long time.”

You glanced at him, surprised by his candor. “Really?”

“It’s been just me and Yeonwoo for a while. It’s nice to feel like... part of something again. Thank you,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, his gaze focused on the flickering flames of the grill. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. The air between you crackled with potential, with the promise of something more.

You smiled, a warmth spreading through you. “Anytime.”

As the night deepened, the atmosphere shifted subtly, growing more intimate. The other neighbors began to drift away, leaving you and Yeosang alone by the dying embers of the grill. Yeonwoo was asleep in her stroller, her tiny breaths steady and peaceful.

“This has been... nice,” he said, his voice low and rough. Yeosang leaned back, his arm brushing yours. 

“Yeah,” you agreed softly. You turned to him, your heart pounding. “It has.”

A few days later, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, you found yourself standing at the doorway of Yeosang’s house. He had invited you over for dinner and you agreed. Your heart was pounding, a mix of anticipation and curiosity swirling within you. The last time you’d been here, it had been casual, neighborly. Tonight felt different, charged with an undercurrent of something far more intimate.

Yeosang opened the door with a smile that made your knees weak. His eyes were warm, and inviting, and there was a playful glint in them that sent a shiver down your spine. 

“You came,” he said simply, stepping aside to let you in. His voice was low, almost husky, and it sent a thrill through you.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light even as your stomach fluttered. “Where’s Yeonwoo?”

“She’s at a sleepover that Hongjoong and his wife is hosting,” Yeosang responded. “All the neighborhood kids went.”

You stepped inside, and the scent of something delicious—spices, garlic, rosemary—filled the air. It was comforting, homey, and yet there was an undeniable air of sophistication to it. Yeosang had outdone himself.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he said, closing the door behind you. His hand brushed against yours briefly, sending a spark of electricity between you. “Just need to finish plating. Make yourself at home.”

He disappeared into the kitchen, and you took a moment to glance around. The living room was cozy, with soft lighting and a fire crackling in the fireplace. Pictures of Yeonwoo dotted the walls, capturing her in moments of pure joy—running through fields, blowing out birthday candles, clutching Goober in her tiny arms. They were snapshots of a life well-lived, filled with love and laughter. It made your chest ache in the best way.

“Here we go,” Yeosang said, emerging from the kitchen carrying two plates. He set them down on the coffee table in front of the couch, then gestured for you to sit. “I hope you like Italian. I figured it was a safe bet.”

You sat down, your gaze drawn to the plate in front of you. The pasta looked perfect, the sauce glistening, the herbs sprinkled just so. 

“It looks amazing,” you said, picking up your fork. “And yeah, Italian’s always a safe bet.”

Yeosang sat beside you, his thigh brushing against yours as he reached for his fork. “Good. I wasn’t sure if I should go fancy or keep it simple. But...well, I wanted tonight to be special.”

Your breath caught at the sincerity in his voice. There was something raw, unguarded, about the way he spoke. It made you want to lean closer, to press your lips to his and see if he tasted as good as the food smelled. Instead, you settled for taking a bite of the pasta. It was rich, flavorful, and utterly delicious. 

“Yeosang, this is incredible,” you said, genuinely impressed. “You’ve got skills.”

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made your pulse quicken. “Thanks. Cooking is kind of my therapy. When Yeonwoo was younger, I spent a lot of nights in the kitchen, figuring things out. Got pretty good at it.”

A pang of sympathy hit you. You couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him, raising a child alone, and navigating the challenges of parenthood without a partner. But somehow, he’d done it. And now, here he was, sitting beside you, looking completely at ease. It was both admirable and incredibly attractive.

As you ate, the conversation flowed effortlessly. He told you stories about Yeonwoo’s antics, the time she’d convinced him to dress up as a pirate for her school play, the night she’d snuck into his room and climbed into bed with him because of a thunderstorm. You laughed, your heart swelling with affection for the little girl who’d already stolen your heart.

“She’s something else,” you said when he finished recounting the story of Yeonwoo convincing him to bake cupcakes for her class. “I can’t believe you went along with all that.”

He grinned, leaning back against the couch. “What can I say? She’s got me wrapped around her little finger. Always has.”

You studied his face as he spoke, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the faint stubble on his jaw catching the light. There was a vulnerability to him, a softness that he rarely let show. But tonight, he seemed more open, more willing to let his guard down. And you couldn’t help but feel like this was a turning point, a moment where everything could change.

When dinner was over, Yeosang cleared the plates and returned with two glasses of wine. He handed one to you, his fingers brushing against yours again. 

“To new beginnings,” he said, raising his glass.

You clink your glass against his, your eyes meeting his over the rim. 

“To new beginnings,” you echoed, your voice soft.

The atmosphere shifted subtly after that. The fire crackled in the hearth, the room bathed in golden light, and the tension between you grew thicker, and heavier. Yeosang leaned back against the couch, his arm resting casually along the backrest behind you. You could feel the heat of him, the subtle weight of his presence.

“So,” he said, his voice low, “tell me something I don’t know about you.”

“Something you don’t know?” you repeated, thinking. You shifted slightly, the movement bringing your body closer to his.  “Hmm. I guess most people don’t know that I used to take fencing classes when I was a kid.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Fencing? Really?”

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah. My dad thought it would be a good way to build discipline. Turned out I liked it. Even won a few competitions before I quit.”

He studied you, his expression thoughtful. “That explains why you walk like you’ve got a sword strapped to your side.”

“Excuse me?” you said, laughing. “I do not walk like that.”

“No?” he teased, his mouth curving into a sly grin. “Because you carry yourself like someone who knows how to handle herself.”

The compliment sent a warm flush through you, mingling with the wine and the firelight. You didn’t know what to say, so you stayed silent, letting the moment stretch between you. Yeosang’s gaze dropped to your lips, and suddenly the air was thick with unspoken words, unsaid promises.

Without thinking, you turned toward him, your body angled slightly, your knee brushing against his.

“Yeosang,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared at you. “Yeah?”

You leaned in, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“I think...” you started, then paused, unsure of how to finish the sentence. But before you could figure it out, he moved, closing the distance between you.

His lips met yours, soft at first, hesitant, as though testing the waters. But then you kissed him back, and the hesitation melted away. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw as his lips moved against yours. The kiss was slow and deliberate, each touch sending waves of desire crashing through you.

You slid your hand up his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. He groaned softly, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours in a languid, intoxicating rhythm. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the sensation of each other.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, your chests rising and falling in sync. Yeosang pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, his voice strained. 

“God, you’re incredible,” he muttered, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck. You felt dazed, the kiss lingering on your lips like a memory. 

“Yeosang,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. He pulled back, his dark eyes searching yours. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice low, intense.

You hesitated, caught off guard by the question. But then you nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah. I do.”

With that, he stood, pulling you to your feet. “Then come with me.”

Yeosang’s grip on your hand was firm, yet gentle, as he led you through the dimly lit hallway of his home. The air between you was charged with an electric tension, every step drawing you closer to the unknown. His house felt different at this hour, quieter, more intimate, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.

The faint glow of a lamp spilled into the hallway from his bedroom, casting soft shadows that danced across the floor. Every detail seemed intentional, from the neatly folded jacket resting on the chair to the book left open on the nightstand. It was a space that spoke of him, a man who carried himself with quiet strength but also harbored a tenderness that only those closest to him would ever see.

You couldn’t help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine.

“This is me,” he said softly, his deep voice resonating in the stillness. His thumb brushed against the back of your hand in a subtle, reassuring gesture. Without waiting for your response, he pushed the door open wider and stepped inside, pulling you along with him.

The room enveloped you in warmth, the scent of cedar and smoke wrapping around you like a whispered promise. The bed, large and inviting, stood at the center, its crisp linens and plush comforter seeming to beckon you both. Yeosang closed the door behind you, the click of the latch echoing faintly in the quiet room.

For a moment, there was silence. The world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, standing face to face, the space between you narrowing with each passing second.

He lifted his hand, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent a jolt of awareness through you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes tracing your features with an intensity that made your heartbeat quicken.

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze. 

“So are you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 

“I wasn’t sure how this would go,” he admitted, his voice low. “But being near you… it feels right.”

You nodded, unable to find the words to respond. The truth was, you felt it too. That inexplicable pull, the way he made you feel safe even as your pulse raced with excitement.

Without another word, he stepped closer, his body aligning with yours. The heat of him radiated against your skin, sending shivers cascading down your spine. His hands moved to your shoulders, sliding down your arms before gripping your wrists lightly. It was a tender hold, one that spoke of restraint and care.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, his voice husky now, laced with desire.

You nodded again, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his request.

With slow, deliberate movements, he began to undress you. First, his fingers found the button of your blouse, easing it free with practiced ease. The fabric parted, revealing the delicate lace of your bra beneath. He slid the blouse off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at your feet.

Next came the clasp of your jeans, his fingers fumbling slightly as the tension between you grew. Once undone, he slowly peeled them down your legs, leaving you in only your panties and bra.

You stood there, exposed and vulnerable under his intense gaze.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Before you could respond, his hands returned to your body, this time skimming over your hips and settling on your waist. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of heat coursing through you.

“Yeosang,” you breathed, your voice trembling.

He didn’t answer, his focus entirely on the task at hand.

His hands moved to the straps of your bra, gently peeling them down your arms until they pooled at your elbows. With a deft motion, he unclasped the garment, letting it fall to the floor. Your heart pounded in your chest as he took a step back, his eyes raking over your naked form.

“You’re so beautiful,” he repeated, his voice barely audible.

Then, without warning, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pressed against yours, igniting a fire that consumed you whole. You melted against him, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands roamed over your back, pulling you flush against his hard, defined frame.

The world dissolved into sensation, every nerve ending alive and pulsating with need. His hands moved lower, cupping your ass and lifting you slightly as he deepened the kiss.

You moaned into his mouth, your head spinning with desire.

Suddenly, he pulled back, his breathing ragged. 

“Bed,” he growled, his voice commanding yet filled with urgency.

Without hesitation, he picked you up and laid you down on the plush comforter, his body following soon after. His lips found yours again, their kisses frantic now, desperate.

You reached down, fumbling with the button of his jeans. He caught your hand, pinning it above your head. 

“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice raw with need.

Instead, his mouth trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hands roamed over your body. You arched into his touch, your breath hitching as he nipped softly at the curve of your shoulder.

“Yeosang,” you gasped, your thighs trembling with longing.

He shifted his position, his knee nudging between your legs.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice hoarse.

You hesitated, your mind reeling.

Before you could answer, he surged forward, his hardness pressing against your core through the thin fabric of your underwear.

Yeosang’s fingers traced the curve of your waist, his touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. His gaze dropped to your panties, the thin fabric barely concealing the heat building between your thighs. His breath hitched, and you could feel the tension in his body, a coil ready to snap.

“Let me see you,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. The words were soft, but they carried weight, pulling you deeper into the moment.

You nodded, your throat dry, and lifted your hips slightly as he slid his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. The fabric caught on your skin for a brief second before it was gone, tossed aside without a thought. Yeosang’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, unfiltered and exposed. His fingers brushed against your bare skin, featherlight at first, then more deliberate as he explored the contours of your body.

His breath was hot against your thigh as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over your flesh. He inhaled deeply as if he could taste you in the air, and his fingers trailed lower, pausing just above the apex of your thighs. You shifted beneath him, your body arching instinctively toward his touch, and he responded with a slow, steady pressure that made your breath catch in your throat.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. The words seemed to echo in the quiet room, filling the space between you with a raw, pulsating energy.

He pushed your legs apart gently, his hands firm but careful, and settled between them. His fingers toyed with the sensitive skin there, teasing and testing, until you whimpered, lost in the sensation. He looked up at you then, his brown eyes intense, almost predatory, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice dripping with intent. His fingers pressed harder, circling rhythmically, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning softly.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely audible. The word slipped out before you could think, a surrender to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

Yeosang smirked, a hint of triumph softening his expression. 

“Good,” he said, his tone laced with satisfaction. He bent his head lower, his lips brushing against the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through you, pooling low in your stomach.

His tongue flicked out then, tasting you for the first time, and you cried out, gripping the sheets beneath you. His name tumbled from your lips in a breathless plea, but he ignored it, too focused on his task. His tongue moved with precision, tracing patterns against your most intimate flesh, and every flick, every swipe, brought you closer to the edge.

You were shaking now, your body taut with need, and Yeosang knew exactly what you needed. He teased the bundle of nerves with his fingers while his tongue worked its magic, alternating between gentle licks and firmer strokes that sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the sensation, and he gripped your thighs to hold you still.

“Yeosang…” you moaned, your voice breaking as the tension coiled tighter and tighter within you.

He glanced up at you, his eyes gleaming with intensity. 

“Almost there,” he promised, his voice rough with exertion. He returned his attention to you, his movements growing more urgent, and you felt the walls inside you tighten, preparing to give way.

The pleasure rose higher, cresting like a wave, and with a final, desperate cry, you shattered. Your body convulsed around his fingers, your muscles clenching uncontrollably as the orgasm swept through you. Yeosang didn’t stop, didn’t let up, riding the wave with you until the tremors subsided and you lay spent, gasping for air.

He pulled away slowly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you. His lips were swollen, stained with your arousal, and his dark hair fell messily across his forehead. You reached out, your fingers threading through the strands, and drew him down for a kiss. It was messy, passionate, and utterly consuming, a reflection of the explosive intimacy you had just shared.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. He started to strip his clothes, throwing them haphazardly across the room.

“I want to make you feel that way again,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “But not yet. I have something else in mind.”

You blinked up at him, unsure of what he meant, but before you could ask, he rolled onto his back, tugging you with him. You straddled his hips, your legs trembling slightly as you settled into place. Yeosang’s hands glided up your sides, cupping your breasts, and his thumbs brushed your nipples, sending sparks of sensation rippling outward.

“Tell me what you want,” he repeated, his voice commanding this time. “And this time, don’t hold back.”

You looked down at him, his dark eyes locked onto yours, and felt a surge of boldness. 

“I want you inside me,” you said, the words coming out stronger than you expected. “Now.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he growled, flipping you onto your back once more. He positioned himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against you, and you gasped as he pushed into you with one smooth thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of fullness and heat that left you clinging to him for balance. Yeosang paused, giving you a moment to adjust, before pulling out and thrusting back in, his movements deliberate and controlled.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, and he obliged, picking up the pace. His thrusts grew deeper, more forceful, each one rocking your body in tandem with his. Your breaths came in short, sharp bursts, merging with his groans as the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room.

“Yeosang,” you whispered, your voice broken and pleading. “Don’t stop. Please…”

He drove into you harder, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. “Never,” he growled, his teeth bared in a feral grin. “Not until you’ve had enough.”

Your body tightened around him, signaling the beginnings of another climax, and Yeosang sensed it, pushing you over the edge with brutal efficiency. You screamed his name as pleasure tore through you, your nails digging into his back as he followed shortly after, his release marking the end of your mutual frenzy.

For a moment, there was nothing but stillness, save for the sound of your labored breathing. Yeosang collapsed beside you, his chest heaving, and you turned to face him, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw.

“Again?” he asked, his voice a teasing challenge.

You leaned in, capturing his lips with yours. “Only if you can keep up.”

The months that followed were a blur of passion, laughter, and quiet moments shared with Yeosang. Each night, you found yourself in his arms, the two of you tangled together in a mess of sheets and promises. But it wasn’t just about the heat between you—it was the way he looked at you, the way his touch made you feel seen and cherished. You loved him, and you wanted Yeonwoo to see that love reflected in both of your eyes.

It was a sunny afternoon when the three of you sat together on the porch. Yeonwoo was sprawled on the floor, her tiny hands happily petting Goober, who lay beside her with his tongue lolling out in pure bliss. Yeosang sat next to you, his arm draped casually around your shoulders as he watched his daughter play. The moment felt perfect like it had been crafted just for you.

“Yeonwoo,” Yeosang began, his voice calm but deliberate. His deep brown eyes shifted from his daughter to you, then back again. “We need to talk to you about something important.”

Yeonwoo paused mid-pet, her wide, innocent eyes lifting to meet her father’s. She blinked, waiting, her stuffed rabbit clutched tightly against her chest.

You took a deep breath, reaching out to squeeze Yeosang’s hand. 

“Sweetie,” you said gently, your voice soft but steady. “Your daddy and I… we love each other. We’ve talked about it, and we want to be a family. Together. Just the three of us.”

Yeonwoo’s eyes widened further, her tiny mouth forming an “O” of surprise. For a moment, she didn’t say anything, her gaze darting between you and her father before landing on Goober, who panted happily beside her. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she scrambled to her feet and threw herself at Goober, hugging the dog tightly.

“That means you’ll stay with us forever, right?” she asked, her voice tinged with excitement. “You’ll be my new mommy? And Goober can be my pet?”

You glanced at Yeosang, your heart swelling at the sincerity in her question. He gave you a small, reassuring smile before nodding. “Yes, sweetheart. That’s exactly what it means.”

Yeonwoo squealed, burying her face in Goober’s fur. The dog, ever the gentle giant, let out a happy bark and wagged his tail furiously, clearly enjoying the attention. You laughed, your cheeks warm with emotion, and Yeosang pulled you closer, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his breath brushing against your hair. “For making this easy for her.”

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze. 

“She’s not the only one who’s happy about this,” you replied, your voice teasing but laced with genuine affection. “I think I’ve wanted this just as much as she has.”

Yeosang’s lips curved into a smug grin, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. 

“Oh, really?” he teased, his hand sliding down to rest on your thigh. “Want to prove it?”

Before you could answer, Yeonwoo chimed in, her little voice interrupting the moment. “Daddy, can we go to the park tomorrow? Please? It’s been ages since we played on the swings!”

Yeosang chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. “Of course, princess. As long as your new mommy agrees.”

Your cheeks flushed at the title, but you nodded quickly, unable to suppress a smile. “I’d love to. We’ll make it a family outing.”

Yeonwoo clapped her hands, her laughter ringing out like music. “Yay! Goober can come too!”

“Goober would never forgive us if we left him behind,” you agreed, laughing along with her.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the yard, Yeosang stood up and offered you a hand. 

“Come on,” he said, his voice low and inviting. “Let’s take these two inside. They’re going to get cold out here.”

You accepted his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. Yeonwoo grabbed her stuffed rabbit and Goober’s leash, already plotting their evening routine. The four of you walked into the house, the warmth of the day lingering in the air around you.

Once inside, Yeosang led you toward the kitchen, his fingers intertwined with yours. 

“Have I told you how amazing you are?” he asked suddenly, his tone serious but his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning into him slightly. “Not recently, no. What brought this on?”

“Just thinking about how lucky I am,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ve made me a better man. A better father. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m never letting you go.”

Your breath hitched, your heart skipping a beat at his words. 

“Yeosang…” you began, but he silenced you with a finger to your lips.

“Don’t say anything,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle. “Just let me enjoy the moment.”

You nodded silently, your chest tight with emotion. Yeosang leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, sweet kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. When he pulled away, his gaze lingered on yours, hot and intense.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too,” you respond back, happy that you have a love like this.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Hello, i have something in my mind and wanted to share it: how would mephistopheles react if he found out that Rapahels little mouse is his reborn soulmate but now human? btw love your block❤️

Helllllooooooo *waves like a goober* ヾ(＾ ∇ ＾). Thank you for the ask and thank you for the love <3333

Hmmmm, I think Mephistopheles would do anything to get them back in his clutches to be honest. He could honest care less if this “little mouse” has feelings for his son and vice versa. You belong to him, an Arch Devil, not some pathetic lowly cambion that is his son.

Mephistopheles would either have Haarlep return you to him, chained and gagged if the incubus must, or he would bring you back to Cania as soon as Raphael fell and met his doom. He’d hold his son up by his broken wing, threatening to consume him should you not return willingly. A choice that is to be made, one that would end poorly for Raphael either way.

Of course you choose to go with Mephistopheles, only to leave Raphael a broken mess. Leaving him to watch as Mephistopheles takes you away with him.

The arch devil would do all that he could to get you to remember your previous life, he’d shower you in gifts, give you the finest of slaves he had, and he’d place you on his lap as he sat, his hand caressing the top of your head. He’d show you a side he hasn’t shown any other of that is what it took for him to regain his lover.

Mephistopheles would claim you, his cock buried deep within you, he would be soft at first~ you’ve been so compliant so far and you were his soulmate after all. But soon he’d find himself lost within your depths losing all self control~ your moans echoing throughout Cania with how well he’s thrusting into you.

Should you not comply well then, be prepared to live your life out in a private cell. Your arms bound by chains, your neck a host for an engraved collar attached to an opulent bed.

Not to get all dark but- TW: Noncon

Mephistopheles would in fact bed you whenever he pleased, he’s missed you, missed the way your velvety walls wrapped around his cock~ Your screams would die out eventually, soon you’d remember your place.

[ageravena]

You know what, the Fairly OddParents fandom has been quite tame. Let's spice things up a little bit.

Doesn't anybody else get that silly feeling when you see fanart of Peri being like a father to Dev, like... where's the rest of you 😍? Don't be shy, show us where Dale is. Or are you too scared? (I wouldn't blame you, I was too at first)

Small warning: this post includes slight swearing and many brain-numbing headcanons. I'm not responsible for any mental anguish you may experience

I would like to quickly apologize to the 6 people shipping Peri with Dale. I thought I was the only one but it seems like I've finally found my people. Anyways, back to the topic.

Now that you're here, I may as well show some more art of these two goobers +some silly headcanons. These are my AUed* versions of the two in my odd semi-realistic style that I completely ditch whenever I don't have the patience to draw faces (I often suck at drawing them. No wonder all my OCs are furries)

Note: him being slightly chubby and him having mobility issues are both headcanons I have shamelessly borrowed from others in the fandom. Also am I the only one who thinks Peri WOULDN'T be 6 ft tall? In the series he's like 5 apples tall, so wouldn't it make sense for him to be a bit short?

Note: there's like a bunch of lore explaining the reason why Dale looks so fucked up in my version. I scarred him for life, oopsie! But at least he has Peri now who "forces" him to go to therapy 😍. I may need to make a seperate post where I only talk about him and his past if I have the motivation.

I know a lot of you don't even know the pain of trying to convert a stylized character into a realistic style and still making them look good and kinda recognizable. I envy you who have less realistic art styles.

*And yes, I did say AU. More specifically I'm talking about the "Missionaries of Eden AU" (by me). I'm not gonna go into detail now, but basically it's a semi-biblical and more serious take on FOP, where the fairies are angels, anti-fairies are demons and pixies... I think they can stay as pixies, or maybe they're ghosts, bees? (There's a lot of things I still need to figure out) Their tasks are to work as missionaries on the planets of Eden (planets where life exists). There's a bunch of other lore (some of which I've explained on my casual/personal account on Instagram), but it's best I leave it for another time.

Btw: if you've seen me talk about a "Below the Stars AU", "Bible AU", "Ager DLC" or something else, it's all just the same thing. I just had a hard time coming up with a good name for it lol.

Also speaking of which, I have another post coming up (hopefully) where I explain my reasons for shipping Peri and Dale. It can honestly, out of context, seem like a toxic yaoi crack ship, but believe it or not but I managed to make it the opposite; plausible AND healthy. I want to enlighten you all plus I really want to yap about them.

It feels super funny to ship such a underrated ship. I'm used to shipping semi-popular ships, so to now be all alone feels kinda fun! They have so much potential and so few are seeing the vision?? Though to be fair I'm also glad it's not that famous lmao.

Ps. Ignore the fact I haven't posted anything here for at least half-a-year. All my mutuals are on Instagram, so I don't have a need to post here, though now I've decided to dedicate this account to hyperfixation slop so maybe you'll be hearing from me much sooner.

Ps. Ps. I currently have a 22-page-long google doc filled with lore and info about almost everything I've thought of for the AU, but it's 80% in Finnish so sharing it is useless.

Man, I love writing unnecessary long posts knowing I'm the only one reading them❤️😍 though if you HAVE gotten this far, here's a little treat:

My body refuses to draw Dale in his original outfit. I like to pretend Peri helped him change a bit (most notably taking off his goddamn shoes, though they do have some lore that I've created. GGHHRRAAA EVERYTHING HAS LORE ATTACHED TO IT GRRRR). Also Dev isn't actually grumpy, he just likes to act tough.

My art style looks probably so inconsistent❤️

[colamasteredd]

Creator here! Here's my head cannon for this accounts Edd.

I've made him Neurodivergent cuz.. I am XD

He's got pretty bad anxiety and Ringo is his support companion. She helps him whenever he shows signs of stress.

He's Pan, cuz yes.

He still has some of his powers. He's taller because of it. I've cannonised him to be 6ft 4in.... ........ Yeah 🤣

He's very dense, but is good on picking up on peoples emotions. So if they're sad he'll know, and try to help em feel better, etc.

He's got pretty much the same personality as Eddsworld Edd.

Uhhh yeah. That's pretty much it. Creator out :D

Main account: @beaudoesart

HAHA EDD-IT!!

IM CAT CODING THIS MAN IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO!! >:3 💚

Lil funny relationship board I did with all the little goobers❤️💙💜💚

ANOTHER UPDATE:

Eddie's momma!!She calls him Eddie sometimes! Shes 50 years old, & 5ft 4in *(I MESSED UP HER HIGHT ON THE PICTURE 😭)*. She's a sweet little lady!! She had Edd at a very young age. 2 years later she and her wife happily got married. Her wife was a librarian, her names was Leslie.

Current times: Her wife died 10 years ago. Edd helps his mom as much as he can. His mom was a nurse but is now wanting to have a slower work life as a teacher. She absolutely loves the gang. She loves making them cookies, & other sweet treats.💚❤️💙💜

*might add more to her backstory but this is all I got💕*

[winola-heart]

The Win-Winverse Color Gang!

I just realized I never actually described how my interpretations of the Color Gang were like. I'll admit, I DID take a few liberties on some of them, but for the most part I tried to keep their initial personalities in tact. Well, here we are then.

and YES i gave them last names. Why? Why not

With that out of the way, let's get to these goobers shall we?

From left to right:

❤️ Red Akamatsu (They/Them): Seen as emotional by many, Red is highly affectionate towards any living thing they even so much as just say hi to. This is coupled with being the most energetic of the gang- the smallest thing excites them, and they're almost never seen staying still. They also like to pull mischief- you'd better keep alert lest they dupe you!

Their main flaw is acting before thinking. Their impulsiveness has gotten themself or others into trouble in some way or form. Not once do they stop to consider the dangers of what they might be doing- if it's there, and it presents itself as a problem, they're rushing into it headfirst to stop it. Common sense be damned.

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💚 Green Viridis (He/They): Ladies, gentlemen, everyone in between, meet Green! With a cool and nonchalant attitude, he goes about everything with boundless confidence. Always looking for an opportunity to impress anyone, they're talented and they WILL make it known. It's hard to miss him with his charisma, his skill, and his... big ego...

As you might guess, said ego can get the better of him. Arrogance is one of his weaknesses, and he often gets under others' skin this way. It's easy to do the same with him, though- mess with him enough and his confident attitude may break, but not after brushing it off and pretending it didn't happen. They didn't mess up. They never mess up!

- Blue's older cousin.

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💙 Blue Aoki (She/They): On a normal day, Blue prefers to go with the flow. She's easy to interact with, being laid back, calm, and polite to everyone she meets. They're what you'd call the "parent friend", assuring the wellbeing of the others and defusing personal conflict whenever they can. While she can be dense and dimwitted, that doesn't stop her from being kind.

They are genuinely nice and caring, but the other side of them is neurotic and full of worry. Scared of the bad things that could happen, she fears that misfortune could be around any corner. They will go to great lengths for people's safety- even at the cost of their own.

- Green's younger cousin.

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💛 Yellow Soleil (They/Them): There's so much things they want to do, many more on their mind, yet so little time! Passionate about the things they love, they will not hesitate to show that fact- whichever the topic may be, there's a chance they know at least three things related to it. They love coming up with new ideas, and while normally focused on work, they can loosen up and have fun, too.

When talking with people, Yellow has a tendency to be blunt with their words, and as such may accidentally come off rude or mean. They also don't have a good sense of foresight, as said bright ideas mentioned earlier can get the others into trouble... some way or another!

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🧡 Orange "The Second Coming" Tachibana (Any Prns): Reliable and headstrong, The Second Coming is a person one can lean on and trust to be there for them when needed. He is outgoing, full of tenacity, and fiercely loyal to the people he loves, willing to go through hell and back for them if it means they are safe. In terms of their friend group, he's the one with the most braincells.

She of course isn't without her flaws. They tend to have some snarker tendencies and have a habit of riffing on others, even during the best of times. On the other hand, when things are rough, they can become cold and snappy, taking on a no-nonsense attitude. You don't want to tick them off further when that happens...

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💜 Purple Murasaki (He/Xe): At first glance, Purple may appear awkward and secluded. His grasp on communicating with people isn't the best, and as a result he's quiet and shy upon meeting him. You wouldn't be blamed for thinking xe's one of these people who wants to keep to xemselves. And for the most part, he does.

However, get past this initial shyness and underneath the layers of standoffishness is a genuinely friendly individual. As it turns out, xe's actually quite nice and willing to interact- if with an air of awkwardness around xem. It's easy to leave him alone, but when you approach him directly to even just have a chat, he'll appreciate it. A lot.

[thecoolest69]

♡︎❀About me❀♡︎

Erm my name is Brooklyn I'm 14 and I'm bi (feminine) idfk I'm autistic and just a silly little goofy goober😖

I'm a ambivert so silly ik 😖

I really like music usually am wearing my headphones all the time (not at school or with friends)

Sadly I'm a lonely child and have no siblings well that I have met 🤠

My father left with the milk uwu so preppy 😖 so if I make jokes and you get offended I don't care you can leave I'm not forcing you to read this shit and like fucked up family ig if you dont like it deal with it scroll away♡︎

What I post silly thoughts and fandom shit and just music stuff idfk yet maybe just my thoughts

I like the case study of vanitas it's so silly and sigma I ❤️ vanitas lil bro is so silly

My pronouns are she/her, but i dont mind they/them

Dni if you are queerphobic, racist, abelist, support Israel, Zoophile, misogynist,pedophile,just a bitch if you are kys🥰

I sometimes vent cause I can so yeah I'd you don't like too fucking bad 😜

If you don't like me just don't interact with me I don't need your negativity even if I'm negative (such a hypocrite, ik)💀

Don't try anything with me I'm underage and im 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚 and will fight you😠

I like reading depression like idk if it has angst then it's a good book my opinion (no longer human is good)

I also like reading anything that has like an adventure like that's interesting cause my adhd is bad and I can't focus on boring shit

Oooh I like demon slayer I'm still sad douma had to die he was pookie

I also love Angels of death cause eeeeee it's so sigma

My silly silly friend is @homoashell she is so 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚❀

Another silly friend is @thecoolest68 she is also pookie

@littleratboy is my pookie I love them so much <3

AUGHHDUJSUUS my pookie is

My fav color is 💜 and ❤️

My fav words are ooooh or sigma or homosexual and pookie😩😖

I'm in the Helluva boss fandom same with hazbin hotel (they are pretty good)

Also, I'm obsessed with Bungo stray dogs, my fav fandom (Dazai and chuuya and nikolai are the biggest hotties dazai specifically 😖 Mori from bsd should kill himself💀)

Youtube=Johnnie Gilbert, Jake Webber, Flamingo, BENOFTHEWEEK, Danny Motta, Billyhan_ ,Nick Wilkins, Tarayummy, and Clawed_Beauty101

My fav animal is cats I have one her name is ginger and she's do cute I will post about her a lot cause she's sigma I also have a dog he looks goofy he's a Yorkie/Silky and he's goofy looking I don't like him that much my cats better

Also magic and mystery or Coil (ao3 dont fucking judge its really well written ok)

I also like the class of 09 (Jecka and Emily and Nicole are 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚)

I like the Heathers the musical it's a pretty good musical and honestly was pretty fun to watch (dont say you haven't watched the movie your nit a true fan BITCH you dont know my situation leave me alone)

Erm I like music like MARINA (Marina and the diamonds), Melanie Martinez, GRLwood, Asesha Erotica, TV girl, 6arelyhuman, mother mother, radiohead, Rio Romeo, alex g, insane clown posse, Benson Boone, Ashnikko,Mindless Self Indulgences, Olivia Rodrigo ,Mitski(dont judge thats just me ok you can like what you like my Genre of music is very random also i like more just like too lazy to write all of them😜😜😜)

I like art but I'm not very good at it but I try and that's all that matters ♡︎

I like ice skating it's very fun, and I'm pretty good at it ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

I really like harry potter and the books and movies I hate J.K Rowling she is a terrible person and I don't support her or what she dose

Black butler is also a great fandom I like the angst I know that's bad but OMFG ITS SO GOOD

I like the Heather's it's a good play I watched it on YouTube and it's really sigma

I like the hunger games I haven't read the books but I'm going to ♡︎

A great fandom is the metal family it's on YouTube and glams past and chives past god damnnnnn 😖

Ooooh a great fandom is the case study of vanitas (totally not cause they all fucking hotties)

Probably have more fandoms but I'm not writing them all down will write them down when i remember since i have the memory of an a great grandpa with severe dementia👴🏻💀😜

My anxiety and depression is bad so sometimes I might not post since I physically can do shit or don't know what to write also I do sh but like whatever guys I'm just silly like that I might vent sometimes cause I'm just that silly

I'm very blunt so if you don't like that then whatever your problem but ur missing out 😩💅✨️

That's pretty much it feel free to ask any questions I might answer them ❀

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[arandomnerd810]

TADC EP 2 SPOILERS

putting down all my thoughts and stuff i’ve noticed lets gooo

AAAAAAAAAGDEKNSQKDFUNFSIDANIVUFDN OMG IT WAS SO CUTEEEEHKQVSHKUHSQDFKHSDF I LOVED IT SO MUCHHH

i’m gonna speak in periods for the first paragraph since it’s very long but do not get me wrong i don’t wana be serious sounding it’s just to make these paragraphs more readable excuse the rambling

Caine posting section cause he’s my special intrest

satisfaction Caine wise 10/10

first the elephant in the room as Caine’s #1 fan yep still his number one fan! Serial Designation N killed tons of people yet nobody in the fandom cares, and Caine doesn’t get people well so he had no ill intention. rlly my opinion of him has not changed he’s still my silly lil goober no matter what he does. i’ve always known he will do horrible things and been expecting this to happen ever since Pomni gave the idea to bring him to the circus. Gummigoo had a sir pentious like death so i wouldn’t be surprised if we see him again.

he may be an asshole but he’s my asshole ❤️❤️

now that that’s out of the way a little glimpse of Caine angst is all i could have asked for in this ep 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 like cmon everyone has to agree insecure much?

Caine posting over cause my god have i gotten more attached to everyone else aswell! (ofc Caine’s still my fav by far)

satisfaction with everything else 10/10

the fact that this wasn’t censored normally (no wacky sounds or the censor bar) and how Caine reacted with “you can’t say that…” could imply bubble said all of this out loud uncensored which is very funny to me

I love Ragatha she’s so sweet look at her ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I wana see where everyone’s friendship goes from here! they are already so adorableeee

still a sucker for found family dynamics

the fact Jax wasn’t here but still was upset is :( as much as i like to bully him, i love him just as much as any other human character. i’m the most interested in his episode cause he’s a mysterious guy( and i may or may not have a sneaking feeling like ill relate to him a little even though our personalities are practically polar opposite)

Kinger is so fatherly auughofewhiuhefvw the fact he’s old enough to have kids and is more likely than not married to Queenie imagine he had kids before coming here they would only be in like middle school ish cause he’s not even that old that’s sad af

GANGLE COLLECTS ANIME FIGURESSSS!! SHES JUST LIKE ME FRRR!

this really makes me want to buy the gangle plushie i’m thinking i’m gonna do it lmaooo

the fact she started crying 😭😭

Zooble wasn’t taking part in the adventure cause they were setting up Kaufmo’s graveee i love him sm

GANGLE ART!!

It’s really funny how chilled out Bubble was here

merch talk timeeee

sneak peaks of the rooms mayhaps?

Let’s just hope there’s only memes around it and not another figure incident….

welp going onto grab the Gangle plushie i’ve decided

real talk i’m actually happy TADC got so popular cause ive made a friend through it already and strengthened old ones since info dumping is the only form of communication my braincells can handle well lmaooo it’s crazy how many of my friends have decided to watch my special interest

[rachi-roo]

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Bungo Stray Dogs: Thank you!

A LATE BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR MY PAL @nataliewritez !!! 🥳🎉

Just some sillies with their favourite goober, Ango and bastard Dazai! ^^

I hope you like it, buddy!! ���❤️🩷❤️

Lee!Ango, Ler!Dazai

Tw: None!

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"No." Ango sighed as he stood in the doorway of his apartment, staring irritated at the man who was standing outside, a bunch of beautiful pink and purple hydrangea held in his hands.

"Nawww, but Angooo! I never got to thank you properly!" Dazai. Why did it have to be Dazai?

"Look, look! I got you some chocolate, too! You wuv a widdle chocky-wocky, right?" He grinned, showing Ango the box of fancy chocolates he had bought for him.

This was because of what happened ages ago, with the car accident. Dazai really never did thank him or apologise. There wasn't time with everything going on. But he really wasn't in the mood for Dazais goofy ass right now.

"Look, Dazai, I appreciate the gesture, but now isn't-Ah!" He was cut off by Dazai shoving the bouquet of puffy flowers into his face as he pushed past into the apartment.

"Oh, don't worry! I've got plenty of time for you, buddy, haha! Wooow, nice place you have here! I can't believe you never invited me 'round before!" The detective grinned, kicking his shoes off by the door, spinning on his heels as he took in the decor.

Ango looked at the flowers. They were beautiful indeed. Dazai kept chatting in the background as he looked at the box of chocolates.

"This is half empty-"

"Ah! Well, I had to make sure they weren't poisoned!" Dazai advanced, leaning in close with a grin. "Seriously though," He spoke kindly, taking the flowers and setting them safely on the coffee table along with the chocolates.

Ango blinked as Dazai took his hands, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Thank you, Ango. For everything. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay your kind deeds."

Very out of character, Ango had never seen Dazai being this sincere towards him. He was almost lost for words for a moment.

"Dazai, I-"

"You're supposed to be smiling, silly!" Dazais hands suddenly grabbed Angos waist, digging his thumbs into his sides playfully.

The sound that followed was a loud yelp from Ango as he instinctively grabbed Dazais wrists.

"KYAHA! Dahazai! No! Nonono, we are noAHAT DOhoing thIHIS AGAHAIN!"

"Oho yes we aaare~" Dazai sang, his hands following Ango as he tried backing away, tumbling onto the couch cushions.

"Nawww, look at you, getting all comfy so we can play~"

"No! Nononono! Wait!" Ango fought off Dazais' hands as the detective straddled his waist, keeping him pinned to the sofa.

Dazai's fingers found their way into Angos shirt, tickling and poking at his skinny little tummy, making his skin tremble.

"Nahaha! Dazai! Sto-Stohop! Noho!"

"Haha, awww, such a cute smile~ Coochie, coochie cooo~" Dazai teased, grinning as he watched Ango slowly lose his composure against his tickling attacks.

His eyes crinkled as he squeezed them shut, his glasses sitting lop-sided on the bridge of his nose. This wasn't the first time Dazai had sprung a tickle attack on him. It was probably the thousandth by now, and he still never saw it coming.

And Dazai always loved Angos' reactions.

"Oooho, look at you squirm! How about here? Or here?" His nimble fingers danced over Angos torso, poking and skittering over random spots, making Ango squeak and flinch at every touch.

"N-NoHO! Dazai thIIHI- Thihis is AHA! I-I can't-! PLEEEHEE! Aha!" Unable to string a full sentence, Ango was stuck being Dazais little-

"Giggle buuug~"

"Don't call me that!" Ango flushed before erupting with laughter again as Dazais hands found his boney little hips, making him buck like a mad cow.

"NYAHAHA! Oho no! Noho! Get ohoff!" He flailed, his kicking legs tossing the sofa cushions onto the floor.

"Tee-Hee~ This always was your favourite spot, wasn't it, Giggle bug?" His experienced thumbs shook into the pit of Angos hips, circling and massaging that spot relentlessly. "Haha! Look at you! All wriggly and giggly! Nawww, da' widdle tiggle bug is sooo tiggly and wriggly isn't he? He so squirmy wormy!"

Ango threw his head back, his glasses toppling onto the sofa beside him. His cheeks were warm and glowing, small happy tears pooling in the corners of his eyes as he laughed freely.

"Dahazai! E-Enough! PleheHEEEE-! Wait, wait, wait, wait!" He panicked as Dazai rolled up his shirt, pinning Angos hands by his side.

"You know I gotta do it, Ango~"

"Don't you dare!"

"I have to! C'mon, just one~"

"Noho! Wait! AAAHAHAA!"

Dazai blew a huge raspberry on Angos' pale skin, making him scream before, descending into hiccupy giggling.

"Oho shit! O-Okahay hic please, p-please. Shihit..." He panted, laying still as he caught his breath with Dazai grinning down at him smugly.

He chuckled, placing Ango's glasses back on his nose, ruffling his hair.

"I'll say it again, thank you... Giggle bug!"

"God you're the worst..."

"You flatter me~"

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Thanks for reading!!!

[cupcakeslushie]

i just discovered your au and i am so in love! seriously you’ve given me brain rot in the best way possible!!

smthg i noticed that could just be me and i’m not sure if you’ve answered before, if so my bad, but while leo’s w the foot his mask is black, and in some of your drawings after he’s w his family it’s blue. was this on purpose and if so does splinter give him the blue mask?? if you’ve answered this before or it’s just how you’ve drawn it you can disregard this lmao

also! if this is a spoiler it’s totally fine not to answer, but what are the details of leo being recaptured and how long before he’s rescued/freed from the shredders armor?

i love you, your art, and your au so much and i’m an official patreon subscriber!!

hope you’re doing well, and i can’t wait for new updates!!!

Well hello, and welcome! Sorry about the brain rot 😇!

Yes, Splints does gift Leo his blue mask and katana! But it takes a very long time before Leo works through his issues, and fully accepts them, and the name Hamato.

I did this little goofy comic back in November, where part of the reason Leo switches, is because Usagi tends to wear blue too, and Leo is a hopeless goober, but that was really just for a laugh and not actually canon.

When Leo does make the final switch, it will be more of a character growth moment. Closing out the whole Shredder!Leo arc at the end of season 1, he accepts the twin katana out of necessity, since his black pair gets broken, but he won’t make the big change to a blue mask until post season 2.

So, ideally (there might be one or two inconsistencies) every time you see Leo in blue, you can safely assume it’s post season 2 in the timeline. I think there’s some early F!Leo comics, where he’s got a blue scarf and black mask, but I decided to change that, as I delved deeper into creating the story. Post season two, and F!Leo wear a blue mask and carry blue katana, only keeping the black scarf (as we’ll see, his scarf is meaningful to him, so that’s one of the few things he keeps from his time in the foot clan.)

As for Leo getting recaptured. It’s after a bad fight with Raph, and Leo leaves the lair to blow off some steam. It’s a few weeks—close to a month of torture before the team finds, and breaks into Shredder’s personal compound and rescues him!

❤️👍

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 26 Institutionalized Murder

A second season begins!

I guess it was longer than I thought between now and when I posted the MOTLE premiere

WAAAAAAA BABAY BERYL

let's get into it!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Both Logico and Irratino have no choice but to take long, boring flights back home. They’re so exhausted… but when Goat Lord finally sees Logico, in person, slowly waddling in from a distance-

IRRATINO: [goat scream]

He runs SO fast over to Logico, and picks him up and gives him a back-breaking squeeze. 

LOGICO: [scream] IRRATINO: [unintelligible] LOGICO: OKAY, if one of us doesn’t speak a real word, we will NEVER get out of this.

Irratino plops.

IRRATINO: Logico, I have been waiting for you for SO LONG! Oh god, I’m so glad you’re alright… I couldn’t sleep for weeks! But now, you’re here again! And we can be a team again!

He kicks his feet in excitement and can’t sit still. What is Logico supposed to do with this goober??

LOGICO: Irratino… I’m very happy to see you too. I’m just… stressed. The dark secret of the Violet Isles was pure pain and suffering, just as I imagined. And I’m still shaken up. IRRATINO: Oh, Logico… 

He relaxes and motions for a hug. Logico snuggles. 

IRRATINO: You gotta stop worrying about politics. You’re free now! Enjoy the respite while it’s here. LOGICO: I can try… IRRATINO: Let’s travel around the world solving mysteries! ❤️ I have recently been introduced to some INTERESTING numerological ideas, which I would like to put into practice. Whaddaya say? 

He does the softest smile at Logico.

LOGICO: [in his head] You’re so cute! I love you so much. Even if you believe in whatever the fuck ‘numerology’ is… LOGICO: [out loud] Sure IRRATINO: YES!! Oh, and this time, we can do the theme song with LYRICS! Like- IRRATINO: 🎵MURDLE! We’re doin’ stuff, and- LOGICO: NO. STOP. I HATE THAT.

As they go to the Investigation Institute, it seems all is right with the world once more. Night and Onyx reunite with Irratino.

SEASHELL: Oh hello. LOGICO: WHAT THE FUCK? YOU HIRED SEASHELL? IRRATINO: Yeah! Hey guys, guess what Logico did!  LOGICO: I’m not a dog or a toddler. I can speak for myself. IRRATINO: He went to the Violet Isles, and it was INSANE! You gotta hear about it! NIGHT: Eh? I wasn’t listening.

Everyone’s too interested in a human body!

SEASHELL: Hehehehehe. I wonder what happens if I poke it. ONYX: My guess, nothing.

Logico does a long sigh. Seems things are back to normal. He examines the suspects, something Seashell is a little too excited about. He is snickering nonstop and couldn’t be more suspicious. 

LOGICO: The fuck are you up to? SEASHELL: Oh Deductive, you curse so much. I’m just excited for my first day. LOGICO: This is his FIRST DAY?? IRRATINO: I told him he could be hired when I got back!

Seashell is so tall, his dorsal fin brushes the overhead light, while poor Onyx is only a head taller than Logico.

ONYX: I’ve been researching this crystal ball - I think it tells me the future. LOGICO: It will tell you the future, all right, so long as your future is a crystal ball.

Night (who is remarkably average-height) creeps up behind him.

NIGHT: Have you seen my primer? LOGICO: Guhh, what do you want?  NIGHT: I thought the title was very amusing - a primer on numerology. LOGICO: … NIGHT: Like a prime number. LOGICO: Yes, I got that much. Speaking of which, Irratino, what was that weird pamphlet you wanted to show me? 

Tino is too busy scrying. He is staring deep into a candle flame, looking unhinged.

LOGICO: Um, Irratino.

Irratino takes a deep breath of the smoke and blows, and the resulting flame VAGUELY resembles a seahorse. 

IRRATINO: See? This means something to do with Dr. Seashell! LOGICO: Right. Anyway, I’ve solved the murder.

‘Twas Onyx, the unassuming little owl.

IRRATINO: WHAT?!? YOU DID A MURDER?! LOGICO: …why is this so shocking? ONYX: Yes… it was me. I wanted to research something new! IRRATINO: GOD FREAKING DAMMIT! ONYX: Oh, why didn’t I stick to my plants?

Irratino stomps around like the mature adult he is, and Logico is horribly confused. But he takes a small amount of comfort in the fact that Irratino is being dumb again, and cozies up with the fact that things are as calm as they can possibly be in the Murder Kingdom.

The end!

Irratino is the best boyfriend one could ask for

Nothing cheers Logico up from new trauma like a good old-fashioned duo murder <3

This turned out a lot longer than expected for so little happening-

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[celestialspiritbabe]

Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest episode 10: thoughts + opinions

Uneasy Erza

I'm totally not shocked that Juvia has practiced kissing in front of the mirror at some point in time (she has to perfect it for her beloved Gray, am I right?)

but she's so adorable regardless

Gray's facial expression tells me this isn't the first time he's seen her doing it

Juvia the secret Jerza shipper ⚔️✨

J: ''Before I leave, I would like to encourage you to do some training of your own.'' E: ''Y-yeah, I'm okay, I think...'' J: ''Your kissing has to be up to snuff, or else Jellal will be displeased!''

I love how Erza is trying not to think about Juvia's words and is also trying to convince herself she's not bothered by that, although you can tell she's clearly disappointed she and Jellal aren't a thing yet (I know they aren't technically a canon couple, but they are canon to me because it's so obvious they have feelings for each other and have so much history together compared to the other big 3 ships) + I love how she starts practicing kissing as well lmao

Tattered Gajeel

aww, I love how Gajeel's been taking on more jobs because he and Levy are expecting a baby😭❤️

they look so cute snuggled up against each other + Levy's hand on her baby bump

Lily being a part of their little family, awww

Lucy's Leo x Virgo Star Dress Mix is soooo pretty😭😭😭

I love Lisanna's reaction to the Star Dress Mix lmao

wow, Lisanna getting one-shotted? geez, what a surprise🙄

Mira still standing isn't a shocker considering the fact that SHE'S A S-CLASS MAGE, but Elfman still standing did suprise me though

I LOVED VIRGO NOT SHYING AWAY FROM HER MASOCHISTIC TENDENCIES AND WANTING TO BE PUNISHED

AHHHHHH, A JERZA ENCOUNTER COMING UP! 🎉

I CAN'T WITH THEM

E: ''Why did you strip?'' J: ''Because you're here. Enjoy it.'' 😏😏😏 E: ''Wow, he's completely out of his mind! I've got to take him down before this goes any further.''

Gray vs. Thunder Legion rematch?

I LOVE JEALOUS JUVIA! // ''Has she touched him with the bare skin of her feet?''

nice logic Fried: turning into a demon when you're going against a devil slayer?

is this the same Thunder Legion that kicked ass during the Battle of Fairy Tail arc? welp, they pretty much all got their asses handed to them by Gray lmao

the whole ''stop it, he's already dead'' meme but Fairy Tail edition

they way Gray used Evergreen's and Bickslow's powers to beat them was really hilarious and smart!

aww, I love how Gajeel didn't want to lose yet another battle to Natsu and how upset he was over the fact that Levy joined the battle despite being pregnant; I also can't believe Natsu aimed for LEVY'S STOMACH, but as much as he can be dumb as fuck sometimes, I'm so glad he was hesitant about attacking her in the end

''Because no matter what happens, you are my number one.'' 🖤🧡

sillies🫶🏻

J: ''I almost forgot how strong you are.'' E: ''Stop, you're too close!'' J: ''I'm just trying to get a better look. Who could blame me?''

goofy goobers

sillies #2 🫶🏻

''Woah, looks like I'm interrupting something.'' // WELL LAXUS, YOU MOST CERTAINLY ARE

EVEN THOUGH HE'S BRAINWASHED BY THE WHITE MAGE, JELLAL STILL DOESN'T WANT TO HURT ERZA AND WANTS TO PROTECT HER😭

Wraith's one hell of a weird dude, idc

As much as I really looked forward to all the Jerza moments getting dubbed, this episode wasn't the best one to watch, mostly because of Jellal's VA change (I hope to gods this is just temporary, because no one can do Jellal's voice like Robert McCollum, period).

[multi-fandomsfreak]

Not a request just wanted to share some of my silly Xenophanes headcanons with you :3

So first off I feel like if you become close enough to Xeno if he's bored he'll pick you up and hold you like a football as he walks around. [He also would throw you like a football if he feels like it but that's a rare occurrence.]

Second, I feel like he know parts of what a period is.. [This one kinda leans more towards ppl who are Afab.] Like he understands that your body is acting like a ketchup packet and that you have cramps, mood swings, and fatigue but he doesn't quite understand the boating and chest pain. So he tends to leave you alone unless you seek him out then he'll stay with you.

Thirdly, He says that he hates physical contact. This is half true he'll only accept that stuff if it's with someone he genuinely likes and trusts if you don't meet those requirements let's just say would you probably meet a fate worse than death.

Lastly my boy literally despises Boyfriend and Girlfriend. [I hc that Boyfriend and Girlfriend were able to leave after Triple Trouble.] He hates them with a burning passion. He feels humiliated and infuriated that they got away from his grasp. If he catches them anywhere near you.. You best believe he is snarling and growling at them while baring his fangs as he picks you and takes you far away them.

Anyways that's it from me.. Just wanted to share some of my headcanons with you for this little sadistic goober :P

I hope your doing well and are having a good day/night 👍

Thanks for the headcanons ❤️!

I love them especially the first and last one. I swear Xeno is like a cat but takes the form of a demonic hedgehog lol. Choosing when to act decent and when to act the complete opposite. Hope you have a good day/night as well. ~Blaze/Dawn

[bronx-bomber87]

Oh my word this ep. So many things to love. First off the way Tim literally beams anytime Lucy is near him. I cannot. How he lit up the when she approached him. Even when she’s coming at him with ‘bad news’ the man is all smiles. She’s changed him so much makes my heart happy. To see that evidence every week. Also the news it being something she did to him for a Tim test. LOL I was laughing most of this episode with this interaction with this kid. I love that he had her tag along with him. Throwing her words back at her. Their banter in this one was primo.

The kid talks are just so damn effortless with them. Makes me all giddy and happy the way they chat about it. Like they know it’s their future. That’s locked in. It’s just a matter of getting there. Their jokes and him giving her crap. We’re getting a future vision of them as parents and I’m dying with happiness. Them losing this kid not once but twice. This ep had me rolling. The Smitty bit and way Tim grabbed the post it. I was dying.

The scene in the interrogation room with the dad had to be one of fav parts. Because Tim is ready to ruin this guy. Send him to jail. The works. Then he looks over at his girl. Pleading with him with just her eyes. They have this wordless convo, and he cracks. You see the resistance in his eyes then he melts for her. The way she watched him after that was just pure love eyes. How he let it go even treated the guy to something with his kid. She is the best influence on him. Not only that but he lets her know as much. They’re just so damn good as a couple. I can’t even each week they hit new highs that give me immense joy. Their communication with one another is out of the world. I couldn’t be happier. Truly.

Lucy immediately returns the favor. Telling him what a wonderful dad he’s going to be someday. He totally is BTW. Shes not wrong. The way they build each other up is beautiful. Tim had to make one last final joke about her losing their kids. Because he’s Tim. Wouldn’t be her goober if he didn’t. Is anyone else as ecstatic as I am at their growth each week? Just their ease into this entire relationship. We get little something new every time. Together or apart. I am thrilled with them in so many ways I can’t contain it. Excited to see what the rest of this season brings us. ❤️

[desceros]

Long time reader but unfortunately not always consistent in commenting 😅

Just wanted to yell and scream at you/p

I KNEW IT! I mother fudging knew it! Like the fact this is told from Reader’s perspective, he never called her girlfriend or anything like that. Plus, I what really confirmed it for me before you updated was when you recently answered that question I think about the title of the fic, you said there were four arcs. FOUR ARCS! And if I’m understanding correctly, we’re only in the second so I knew you were going to break us in the best worst way 😫

The only thing I’m trying to figure out is if Leo knew. Like, don’t get me wrong, I love me some blurple but what if Leo knew but wasn’t sure how to break it to her because he saw all the positive she was doing for Donnie. Though Leo is a sweet guy, I honestly wouldn’t put it pass him to be like, “I wanna hug my brother and yeah, this sucks, she must know what this is and though I don’t understand why someone would settle for a mockery of a relationship, if that’s what makes her happy and if that’s what helps my brother…why not see what else she can fix?” Okay, maybe not that last part but like, what if it wasn’t romantic longing (even though I LOVE “Both? Both? Both,” relationships in fics) but he was looking at her with idk, maybe guilt or trying to calculate how he could balance an equal transaction of care (from him and the others) to make up for the inevitable shitstorm. THAT’S why he was mad at the party because he thought Donnie was using/forcing you/allowing you to think your relationship was more than just an experiment.

Sorry, that was a ramble. I hope that made sense. I had been holding in for a bit. Your writing is amazing. You genuinely make my day, even when you shovel feed us angst. Thank you for sharing your wonderful work! ❤️

oh don't apologize, i love hearing people's theories and comments!!! even the ones that are just like. keyboard smashes are really funny to me hehehehe.

especially now that we know that violist-chan is not a perfectly reliable narrator, man, that opens the door for all KINDS of stuff!!! who KNOWS what could happen?! (<- knows what's gonna happen)

as for leo... well. i'd keep an eye on him. you never know what that little goober is up to with that 4d chess brain of his. :)