#Cherie Writes

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Yellow

Look at the stars, look how the shine for you and everything you do! Yeah, they were all yellow.

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Summary: Katsuki loves the type of woman who could just kill a man, even it it's just a little one

Chapter Warnings: almost entirely smut, Katsuki Bakugo is better at explaining his feelings, Katsuki Bakugo has excellent head game, Katsuki Bakugo has the filthiest deep stroke known to man.

FINAL WAR ARC SPOILER IS REFERENCED

18+ | Minors and ageless blogs DNI

All characters depicted are mid 20s or older.

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Nobody could ever say, with full seriousness, that Katsuki Bakugo did not become a patient man as he aged.

The level of personal restraint and control required to wait until the end of the gala to get his hands on you was worthy of an award in and of itself, never mind the ones he had won for Save of the Year with Izuku and Denki, and for best smile (a rare grin, captured by a pap and plastered on an article titled Dynamight’s Swarovski Smile: Has Someone Got The Hero’s Heart?, speculating on everything from a rekindling with Camie to a polyamorous relationship with Mina and Eijiro). Honestly, if the press thinks he has a Swarovski smile, they should see his wife—

Katsuki blinks to himself.

Wife? Where the fuck did that come from?

He trailed his fingers across your shoulders absentmindedly, drawing a soft hum out of you. You turned away from your conversation with Mina to smile at him softly and press a kiss the curve of his jaw, and he doesn’t know if the booze hit all at once or if it’s the late hour, but he swears you’ve never been more beautiful than right goddamn now, sat leaning into him just so and blushing slightly as your best friend praises you on your own win for Breakout Hero of the Year.

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He made himself a liar thirty minutes later in your hotel room, taking in the sight of your skin in the dim, flickering lights of the candles next to the bed.

He leaned back, and suddenly you felt something drip onto the base of your spine, hot enough to sting but cool enough to remain pleasurable. The moan that slips out is involuntary on your part, and Katsuki hums, “Good moan or bad?”

“Very good.”

He hummed again, “Good.”

Katsuki tipped the candle again, and a few more droplets trailed up your spine. You heard him put the candle’s tin back down, then felt hot hands glide up your sides, thumbs tracing up your spine as he spread the massage oil over your skin and kneading into tense muscles until you’re almost limp.

When he pressed a kiss to the base of your spine, the swear you let out sounded almost slurred.

In response, he smirked and dragged his hands over the globes of your ass, spreading them apart to stare at your pussy, shiny with slick. He drags hot fingers through the sticky mess, cooing at you when your hips shift with a groan, “You’re dripping all over yourself, was it that good for you?”

“Kats…please.”

He propped your hips up with a pillow and buried his face in you, long tongue lapping at you, trailing from your clit to your ass a few times before thrusting into your cunt. The arch in your back deepens as you push your hips back, chasing the pleasure he graciously provided you, big hands gripping your ass to give him more room to work.

You babble praises into the bedsheets as you realize everything about Katsuki is big, and he’s learned to use all of it to his advantage, pressing two thick fingers into your dripping hole, dragging his big tongue through your folds. He focuses his attention on your clit, suckling at it as you clench around his fingers, curling them until you gasp.

“That your spot, baby? Right here?”

You whined loudly, “Fffffuckatsuki, please!”

Your thighs shake and Katsuki chuckles against you, “fuck, you’re shaking…cum on my face. Be a good girl and fuckin’ give it to me so I can give you what you really want.”

For a moment, it feels like time stops.

Nothing else exists save for Katsuki, the way his fingers fuck into you, how his greedy tongue laps at you.

He groans.

You gasp.

The scale tips, and you’re screaming his name into the the sheets as he fucks you through it with his fingers and tongue. Just as you reach the border between blinding pleasure and overstimulation he pulls back. He comes untouched, face tipped to the ceiling, mouth glazed with your slick as his eyes rolled back.

“You,” he pants, “Are going to be the fucking death of me. C’mere.”

Katsuki sat with his back against the headboard, giving his cock a couple of lazy pumps before letting it rest on his stomach in favor of turning you around and guiding you into his lap, your back to his chest. He turns your head, murmuring how beautiful you are before pulling you into a deep, languid kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

You whine into the kiss, slurring out a whispered, “Please, Ka’ski, need it. Need you. Need your fingers.”

Katsuki hisses, “Fuck, you’re dripping. I bet you want my cock, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you replied, voice coming out as an airy whine, “wanna sit on it. Wanna make you feel good. Want you to cum deep inside me.”

Katsuki groaned, “Fuck, baby. ‘S all yours, take it.”

“But you just came,” you whined, “hafta wait.”

Katsuki kissed the back of your neck and chuckled, “Remember how you asked about my refractory period?”

You make a little noise of affirmation, and he slowly lowers you onto his cock, “Turns out I don’t have one. Go ahead, sit on your cock.”

You dropped your hips down as soon as his grip loosened, letting out the filthiest moan Katsuki had heard in his fucking life. You braced your hands on his thighs, riding him hard and fast. The room filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, his cock rearranging your guts, your moans and his pleasured babbling.

“That’s it, baby. Ride it for me just like that, fuck it’s so wet. Love seeing your ass bounce on it, makes me wanna knock you up, baby.”

You hope he doesn’t notice the way you tighten around him, but the filthy smirk on his face lets you know otherwise. He grabs your ankles in one hand, resting them on a shoulder and snapping his hips forward, “I felt that, gorgeous. You want it, don’t you? Want me to fill you? Want this fat cock to pump you full, make you round with our baby? Ffffffffuck, yeah you do, you get so tight when I say it.”

He slides his hands to your thighs and pushes your legs back until your knees are near your ears, rolling his hips the way he knows you like, delivering the nastiest deep strokes that have tears springing to your eyes as you babble out in pleasure. He leans down to kiss at your neck, changing his angle just enough for his pelvis to grind against your clit, his neatly trimmed pubic hairs heightening the sensation as he slams into your spot. Your nails leave angry red welts down his back as you cry out.

“Suki please, I’m so close!”

Katsuki flips you onto your belly, pressing your face into the mattress as he props your hips up. As soon as he’s back inside your heat, he grips the headboard and his hips snap forward ruthlessly and he growls into your ear, “Oh fuck yes, you want it? Want me to make you a mommy? Play with that pussy for me—just like that, fuck take it take it take it ta—”

You swear you can feel him in your throat as his strokes and his voice deepen, praises devolving into stream of consciousness muttering. He bent over you, sticky chest resting on your back, and he slapped your hand away from your pretty pussy, replacing your frantic ministrations with slower, more precise circles over your clit. Your moan broke into a sob as you came, and Katsuki found himself mesmerized as he watched you come undone. His cock kicked inside you, flooding you with hot cum as he finally let out a broken, gasping moan, thrusting one final time before stilling above you.

He rolled to his back, taking you with him and kissing the top of your head. He opened his mouth to check in on you when a soft snore vibrated against his own chest. He chuckled, pulling the blanket up carefully so he didn’t disturb you, murmuring praises into your hair until sleep overtook him too.

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“Katsuki, are you sure?”

“Why is it,” Katsuki hissed while glaring up at his parents, “that whenever I’m so very sure about something, you always doubt me? I’ve never not been sure about anything I’ve asked you for help with.”

“Well son,” Masaru said, resting his hand on his wife’s leg, “It just seems fast. I mean…we haven’t even met her outside of facetime calls yet.”

“And I’m working on that! You have to understand we’re both pro-heroes and can’t always make time. I just…”

The tips of his ears went pink as he spoke, turning his keys over in his fingers as he sat on the couches across from his parents. He glanced up at Mitsuki, “You knew, and the old man always says I’m your carbon copy. Why is it so hard to believe that I know? I literally fought in a war, died, and came back all before the age of 18, and this is what makes the two of you double back? The last dude who died and came back got a holiday and a book, but you’re questioning if I know if she’s the one?”

Mitsuki stared at her son for a moment, then leaned over and whispered, “He knows, Masaru. Actually look at your son.”

She sat back up and turned to Katsuki, “Tell me more about her, Katsuki. I want to know her the way you know her.”

Katsuki scoffed, a rare smile in your physical absence gracing his features, “She’s…have you ever seen someone that just…you’re convinced they’re the actual center of the galaxy, the sun be damned? I…mom, I don’t deserve her. I gave her every reason to hate me. Remember when I told you I had an accident at work, and I was helping a new hire who lost their hearing? That was her. We got paired in a sparring match, and a freak accident occurred. I’m the reason she’s hard of hearing…and she defended me immediately after. Alex knew something wasn’t right and told off IcyHot and Aizawa, even though she hadn’t been there for more than a fucking month. She didn’t care about kissing ass; she cared about determining what happened and why, and honestly…I knew I was a goner the minute she tore into IcyHot for not warning her I have hearing aids. She doesn’t take anyone’s shit, especially mine. I mean on our very first interaction, she told me to move the hell out of her way for my own safety. The second time, she burst into the men’s locker room, kicked me in the chest, and put me in my place. I didn’t even have a comeback! She was right and just…shut me up. Sometimes I lash out or my frustration is building and she sees it. She sees it before I even see it sometimes, and she just…neutralizes it.”

“She sounds like she’s great for you, son,” Masaru said, “and a great person all around.”

“Great? She’s perfect, pops, like mainlining pure sunlight. She doesn’t…” Katsuki stares down at his hands, swallowing down the sudden lump in his throat, “She doesn’t treat me like I’m an inherently a weapon or a ticking time bomb. I don’t scare her. I never have. I’ve lost my temper on the job and she just…slipped her little hand in mine. Literal ground zero for carnage and she just…trusted me not to hurt her. Even when I’m sweaty and just coming home from patrol, more than once she’s seen I’ve had a terrible day and she’s kissed my palm. She kissed my palm and pressed my hand to her cheek and looked at me like I’m the greatest thing she’s ever seen. I could go on for hours about her, and I can confidently say I’m crazy about her.”

Masaru looked Katsuki over, took in the pink tint to his face and ears, the faint tremor in his normally surgically steady hands, the look in his eyes softer than he’s ever seen them when he spoke about you. He sees his son sniffle and subtly wipe his eyes, pretending to scratch his nose.

“So,” He says after a few moments of silence, “What do you need from your mother and I?”

Katsuki looks up at his father and they swear their son glows.

 “I…I don’t know a damn thing about rings. I don’t know how to passively get her ring size, I don’t know what she likes, I’ve seen her old wedding set in pictures of her from years ago, but I don’t want to get her anything like it. I want her to have something unique, and beautiful. Something from me, something nobody else has.”

Mitsuki got up and sat next to her son, taking his large hand in both of hers, “You know, I still remember when both of your hands fit in one of mine, and now look at you. My Katsuki is all grown up, he’s a big-shot hero and in love…leave the ring sizing to me. I have my ways.”

[mrghostrat]

Aziraphale paused when his eyes fell on the drink in his hand. He stared at it. The golden blond wine refracted through the glass and cast a halo of yellow light over his table setting. He frowned. “I’m sorry,” he sputtered at Crowley. “Did you just—” [ MON HORRIBLE CHÉRI ]

i may be stuck in housemove limbo but i will drag myself out of the grave for these cartoomens requests

[bookhugers]

I think abt how pete used the masculine version of my dear in french "mon cheri" when ma cherie (fem vers) works the exact same (in the rhyme sense) like every time i listen to that song is always sticks out to me.

(This is all in irresistible)

[p4nishers]

[go6jo]

HIII HOW ARE YOU I HOPE YOU'RE DOING FANTASTIC

Okay so you don't have to but I'm a pre-med student and the pressure is kicking my ass and I need some geto comfort content😍

So could you please write something in which the reader has been feeling super overwhelmed because of people's expectations of them but has been trying to suppress it to not breakdown and one day is triggered by something and when geto asks how they are, they breakdown completely and geto comforts them?

AGAIN YOU REALLY DON'T HAVE TO IF YOU'RE BUSY BUT I HOPE YOU DO

OKAY THAT'S ALL AND I HOPE LIFE'S TREATING YOU WELL!! LOVE YOU <3

-Chérie

i don't think you'd ever reach the point of a full blown meltdown with suguru. he's so in tune with you and your emotions, he knows you so well he can almost read through you like an open book, he notices the small changes in your behaviour, knows every telltale sign of your frustration, takes note of the plate of fresh fruit he cut for you left untouched besides you on the desk, notices how even though you barely even finish your food nowadays, whenever you slip into bed next to him, you always ask him to rub your tummy to sleep, complaining about a stomach ache that just doesn’t seem to go away - knows you're teetering on the edge of breaking down and is so cautious, so careful with you as not to push you over it. he never strays too far from you, in case you might need him, maybe you'd be sitting on the dining table studying for an upcoming exam and he'd notice your fingers tangled in your hair, unconsciously tugging on the hairs of your scalp and he'd sit down next to you, quietly because he doesn't wish to disrupt you from your profound state of concentration, and slide his hand into yours, to hold it, rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of your hand - he doesn't make a big deal out of it, rarely ever calls you out on your harmful habits, not out loud at least, he does his best to always intervene, though discreetly, and is very sly about it because he is afraid that if he acknowledges them, if he scolds you on it, upon your fragile state, he might be doing more harm than good, so he makes it his mission to soothe any stress you might have, to silently ease you into relaxing even if just a little, to comfort you and to be there for you. so suguru treats you so very delicately, like fine china, if he notices you trying to read through a whole textbook in one sitting, without taking breaks he will walk over to where you're seated, no words spoken, he will start massaging the tension that has started building up on your shoulders away, he does it slow and it's somewhat sensual and so so good, he's pulling small sighs of pleasure out of you and his touch is so soothing - he always knows just the right strings to pull - he's never invasive, you won't notice how he's slowly but surely coaxing you into leaving work aside, the book you'd been reading left abandoned opened on the table, long forgotten. you won't notice how easily you to turn to putty in his hands, he makes you submit so willingly that it seems like this was all your decision to begin with. and once he feels you start to relax into his touch, once he thinks you're pliant enough, once he has got you just where he wants, his hand inches closer and closer to your neck until it wraps itself around the front, and its gentle - his grip - yet a domineering gesture, pointer finger stretching to push against your jaw and force you to look up at him.

"have you eaten?" you don't answer. your head is leaning against his stomach, his fingers are kneading at your jaw and you think you might fall asleep. "baby." hes more assertive this time around, capturing your attention and forcing your eyes open.

"i'm studying, suguru." your voice melts away with every syllable, eyes growing heavy and body going limp against him - he has got you, hook, line and sinker.

"and i haven't seen you take a break today." suguru is your boyfriend, if you won't take care of yourself, he will. "you'll make yourself sick, pretty" so he pulls back the chair you're sitting on and he bends down to your level, stretching his arms open to beckon you into holding onto him, hoisting you up when you do.

he carries you to bed and sits you down on his lap, your legs circling his waist, the heel of your feet digging into his lower back and holding him flush against you. the palms of his hands start creeping up the skin of your thighs, then higher to your waist, gently stroking up and down your sides, up and down, then just the tip of his fingers, a touch so light, barely even there, brushing up and down, up and down. he stops only to reach for the back of his shirt and take it off, knows you like it better that way, when there is nothing in between the two of you, when you can press your cheek directly to his naked chest. then his hands are back on your body, feeling you up, massaging the muscles on your back, dutifully switching between a gentle touch and a firmer one, just languidly rubbing up and down your back until he feels your breath hitch when his fingers press against a particular sore spot on your body, which lets him know of a painful knot that might require his attention. and he always knows just the right spots to touch, the right pressure to apply because once he starts relieving the tension, that over the past few weeks has settled deep inside you, its not long until he begins to feel your tears on his skin, he never has to do much - just has to do it right - for you to let it all out, to open up to him.

"im so tired, 'ru."

you offer yourself to him so readily. he never has to beg you to let him in, it may take a little effort on his end but you always end up handing him the key to your heart on a silver platter.

"i know, baby"

"i don't think i can do this anymore." your voice is weak, it quivers as you sob quietly into the crook of his neck.

"yes, you can. you always do." he tries to hush you with a quick peck to your temple, soft fingers threading through your hair, unruly for, these days, you barely even took the time to brush it thoroughly "just lay here with me for a while and i'll make you feel better, yeah?"

and hes such a nerd, he would let himself fall backwards into the matress with you lying on top of him and hed tell you all about an article he recently read on how people store a lot of negative emotions on their hips and he'd just very soothingly knead on them for you, to try to gather if it's true, what he read, and maybe you'd cry a little bit more in his arms and he'd just press the most tender, lingering kisses to your temple and swallow the whines you let out in pain when his fingers dig a tad too deep into your flesh, or press down into a more sensitive spot. he's the best stress reliever.

[baileypie-writes]

I really like those 'sunshine villain friend" headcanons! Can I request them for *checking Precure Masterlist* Huggto cures?

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~The HUGtto Pretty Cure With a Sunshine Villain Friend~

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Fandom: HUGtto! Pretty Cure

Fanfic Type: Headcanons

Reader: Gender neutral, a villain

Relationship: Platonic

Characters Included: Hana Nono/Cure Yell, Saaya Yakushiji/Cure Ange, Homare Kagayaki/Cure Étoile, Emiru Aisaki/Cure Ma Cherie, Ruru Amour/Cure Amour

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,719

Warnings: Possibly OOC characters?, Emiru being a bit of a brat at first, Ruru threatening Reader

~Masterlists~

~HUGtto! Pretty Cure Masterlist~

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~Hana Nono/Cure Yell~

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~ Hana honestly had no idea you were a part of Criasu Corporation until Ruru told her. She never would’ve guessed! You acted nothing like Ruru, who was also part of Criasu previously. You were bright and bubbly, and always willing to help people and cheer them up. How could you be fighting to stop time?

Hana: “What? Are you serious?”

Ruru: “Yes. (name) works for Criasu. I’ve seen them in headquarters.”

Hana: “No way! That doesn’t make any sense!”

~ No matter the reason, she’s determined to get you to switch to the good side. She brings you along with the girls’ shenanigans, showing you how good life and humanity is. She hopes to help you see it as a whole, rather than the individual bad parts.

Hana: “C’mon, (name)! Let’s go!”

(name): “Go where?”

Hana: “I don’t know! Wherever the future takes us! Let’s see which place we end up at!”

~ A big part of this is showing you all the different occupations that you can choose to be. She’s constantly hopping from one job to another, wanting to experience everything. She wishes that she might be able to find the right one for you, that’ll give you hope and an idea for the future!

Hana: “Wow! I didn’t know you were so good at that!”

(name): “I didn’t either. This is really fun!”

Hana: “Yeah! You could totally do this as a job!”

(name): “Haha, slow down Hana.”

~ Cure Yell is extremely happy and proud that you draw the line at hurting others when it comes to your mission. To her, it’s a mark of a truly good person! Whenever you save someone, whether it be a bystander or someone on her team, it always earns you a cheer!

Cure Yell: “Nice save! Hooray! Hooray! (name)!”

(name): “Aww, thanks Cure Yell. Will someone take this little one to safety for me?”

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~Saaya Yakushiji/Cure Ange~

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~ It takes a while for Saaya to truly believe and accept the fact that you’re working for Criasu. Even though she knows it’s true, it just doesn’t make sense to her. Kindness came so naturally for you. So it was a shocker to find out that you were working to stop the future.

Saaya: “Is what Ruru told us true? Are you really a part of Criasu Corporation?”

(name): *sigh* “Yes. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier…”

Saaya: “It’s… okay. It’s just shocking to me to find out that someone as good as you is doing something so… not good.”

~ She tries her very best to treat you the same. Because other than your job, you really are a good person. So unless she’s engaging in battle, she feels as though she has no reason to fight you. It does hurt her heart when she sees you summon a Oshimaida though, as she’s reminded of your intentions.

Cure Ange: “Must we fight (name)?”

Cure Amour: “Yes. Whether they are our friend or not, they are the villain.”

Cure Ange: *sigh* “I suppose you’re right”

~ If anyone tries criticizing or shaming you for your job, she’s quick to defend you. She doesn’t defend your choices or actions, rather she asks for such topics to not be mentioned outside of battle. She doesn’t enjoy seeing her friends fight.

Homare: “Can we not invite (name)? I really don’t wanna deal with any Criasu guys today.”

Saaya: “Homare! (name)’s our friend!”

Homare: “I know. But you can’t deny they work for them.”

Saaya: “I’m not denying. This just has nothing to do with Pretty Cure or Criasu.”

~ One of Cure Ange’s favorite things about you is your eagerness to help innocent bystanders. The fact that you’re working towards your job’s goal, yet you have limits makes her see you as a truly good person.

(name): “Oshimaida! Stop! You nearly crushed that child!”

Cure Ma Cherie: “Classic (name). Always concerned for the innocent.”

Cure Ange: “Yes. Isn’t it wonderful?”

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~Homare Kagayaki/Cure Étoile~

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~ Initially, Homare was very skeptical about your personality being genuine. She expects someone like you to be a Pretty Cure, not a part of Criasu. So it took a while for her to realize and accept that your kindness was real, and not an act.

Homare: “Ruru, can you see if (name)’s lying?”

Ruru: “What do you mean?”

Homare: “I’m not sure if they’re actually nice, or if they’re just being fake.”

Ruru: “I see. Well, according to my scan, they are being completely honest and genuine.”

Homare: “Huh…”

- While she enjoys your personality, she tried her very best to not let herself get too close to you. She saw it as a bad choice, seeing that you’d probably face each other when it came to the final battle. But of course, you found a way into her heart.

Homare: “Darn, I didn’t do well on my test…”

(name): “Look on the bright side! Soon, you won’t have to worry about grades anymore!”

Homare: “Not helping…”

(name): “Sorry! I was just trying to be positive. But I see why you wouldn’t find that helpful.”

Homare: “I guess it’s okay.”

~ Homare can occasionally be cold to you. You’re a constant reminder of the dangers of Criasu, so it brings forth an anxious feeling; a feeling that she can never relax, because your team could attack at any given moment. She knows it’s not kind to act that way, so she always tries her best to apologize.

Homare: “Oh gosh… you’re not planning anything today are you?”

(name): “No, why?”

Homare: “I just don’t wanna deal with any of that today. Are any of your coworkers planning anything?”

(name): “Not that I know of!”

~ The quickest way to gain Cure Étoile’s respect is by being helpful in a time of need, even if it means going against your own team. One time, you saved her from a dangerous blow, and that’s when she officially considered you her friend. She gave her most sincere thanks afterwards, and she’s still grateful to this day.

(name): “Cure Étoile! Are you okay?”

Cure Étoile: “Yeah… gosh, that was close. You saved me. Thanks.”

(name): “Of course I did! You’re my friend, aren’t you?”

Cure Étoile: “Heh, I guess I am.”

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~Emiru Aisaki/Cure Ma Cherie~

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~ Just like everyone else, Emiru was shocked to learn that you worked for Criasu. But she got over it the quickest, as she’s seen stranger things(ahem- an android). She understands that not everyone is what they seem on the outside.

Ruru: “I would not get too close to (name). They were my coworker.”

Emiru: “Wow, really? That’s pretty unexpected. They’re so nice!”

Ruru: “I agree. But that does not change the fact that they are working for Criasu.”

~ At first, she acted superior to you. To her, it was simple: you’re a bad guy, and she’s a Pretty Cure. So therefore, she was better than you. But she slowly learned that even though you may be working to stop time, you still have good qualities. The most obvious one is that you’re a kind person. You’re even nice to her, even when she wasn’t. So she later came to accept you as her friend.

Emiru: “This is my guitar. Do you play?”

(name): “No, haha…”

Emiru: “Aww, really? Do you not have any other skills or hobbies besides ‘stopping the future’?”

~ In the end, she couldn’t care less where you work. If it has nothing to do with neither Criasu or Pretty Cure, then it doesn’t matter. She gets very annoyed and defensive if anyone even mentions your job negatively in something unrelated to it.

(name): “Sorry guys! Boss wants me back at headquarters. I got a bit off schedule, haha!”

Homare: “Ha, it’s funny that you’re running on a schedule, considering that you’re trying to stop time.”

Emiru: “I say! Save it for the battlefield!”

~ When you save either her, her team or innocent bystanders, she thinks it’s the coolest thing ever! You’re probably breaking a ton of rules, and she’s all for it! She fangirls about it afterwards, as if she was the only witness. She even asks you for advice on how to be as quick as you!

Emiru: “-and then they swooped down, grabbing both girls and getting them to safety! It was so awesome!”

Ruru: “We know what happened. We were there.”

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~Ruru Amour/Cure Amour~

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~ Ruru most likely knew you before she became a Pretty Cure. She used to work for the same company you do. Whether she did know you or not, she never bothered to build any sort of relationship with you. So she didn’t find it hard to inform her friends about you.

Ruru: “There is something you need to know about (name). They work for Criasu.”

Saaya: “Oh my. Really?”

Ruru: “Yes. I have seen them around headquarters. And my scan confirmed it.”

~ She knew the basics of your personality. And it confused her, ever since she first saw you. There weren’t any calculations she could do to determine why you’re so nice, yet choose such a job as Criasu. But even though it bothered her, she learned to let it go.

Ruru: “I do not understand (name) at all.”

Hana: “What do you mean?”

Ruru: “Their personality does not match their job.”

Hana: “Well, everyone’s different!”

Ruru: “Yes. I am learning that.”

~ While she thinks you’re enjoyable to be around, she never lets that get in the way of what really matters. She may consider you her friend, but she would still fight you in a heartbeat when it comes to saving the future. And she always makes sure you’re aware of this.

Ruru: “I hope you know that I am equipped with lasers. If you ever attempt to steal our Mirai Crystals, I will not hesitate to slice your hand off.”

(name): “Haha… got it…”

~ As if she wasn’t already confused before, she was very confused when she first saw you save someone. It simply didn’t make sense, and that’s all it took to make her want to power off. No matter how much she questioned you, she just will never fully understand why you do it. Though, it’s still greatly appreciated.

Cure Amour: “While I may not understand your actions, I’m very grateful. Thank you for saving me earlier.”

(name): “It was nothing! We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Cure Amour: “Yes. I suppose we are.”

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~~baileypie-writes

[rosehathawhey]

Brandon Barash and Cherie Jimenez's final scene DAYS OF OUR LIVES | October 9, 2024

[starletdust]

Uwh.. :3 dwada cruzh wthi bwbi Cheri!!!

cg crush & little cherie hcs !!!

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) !! us /p

˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ cherie regresses from 4 - 7 , though especially bad days may push him younger >.<

⋆⁺₊⋆ crush is horrible at managing his money when it comes to cherie … if his tiny so much as looks at a stuffed animal , he’s buying it !

⋆ ࣪˖⊹ when cherie’s feelin upset , crush is happy to be a personal pillow and heater ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა cherie tends to regress from stress & other negative triggers , so these are often issued ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ cherie is a very indoorsy tot ! he likes coloring and making drawings for crush and helping cook / bake , enjoys spending time cozied up inside rather than playing out (..◜ᴗ◝..)

— esp loves nighttime , havin the lights dim and maybe watching a movie with crush ,,, even if he’s asleep by the time it ends

⋆⁺₊⋆ crush can be a very mischevious cg … lotsa teasing and spontaneous tickle fights !!!!! he makes sure to remember cherie can be a bit more sensitive the tinier he is , though ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)

sowwy reqs r takin so long .. had th flu nd didnt have much motivation ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა i havw winter break uper soon thou so will be way more active !!!

[majorpepperidge]

Yes I know the whole thing is 'ye olde powdered wig' with Phantom.

However.

Having a meticulous morning routine/hair-care routine is incredibly in character so I'm making it natural, baybee.

[bittersbloom]

⠀⸺ ❝ LONG ROAD ❞

warnings – car accident, death, broken bones, blood mentioned; kinda suggestive but nothing happened. these are really the only things idk anything about broken bones & i’ve never been in a car accident so sorry. i did research as much as i could.

setting – april 03, 2016

word count – 1.1k

chaerin had exited the building as discreetly as possible. having spent the night at her boyfriend’s, she called iseul, her manager, to pick her up and to park not so close to the building. cheri had begun to regret this as she made the trek.

iseul had poked fun at cheri for spending a whole day with her boyfriend this early in their relationship. she was almost in shock that her friend was spending this much time with a guy.

“iseul, i didn’t know i was going to stay this long.” she hissed into her phone and adjusted her cap. cheri heard the cackle from outside the car. “seriously, you suck.” iseul opened the door and helped cheri inside.

““i remember you specifically said you’d never spend the night with someone you just started dating.” she rolled her eyes at her manager and peered out the window, smiling slightly.

“whatever. i just want to get home. i’m tired,” she closed her eyes for a moment, hearing the snickering from the woman beside her. “i cannot stand you, cho iseul.”

“rest, chaerin. i won’t bother you,” iseul patted her leg and went back to her phone. “for now.” chuckling to herself, cheri allowed herself to doze off for exactly 10 minutes before she felt the car swerve and the squeal of tires on asphalt. before she could open her eyes fully, she saw blood trickling from her head.

“is-iseul,” the girl cried. “iseul! ise-“ cheri’s red hand reached for the other woman’s. she noticed that she was hunched forward.

“hello!” she called. “someone help!” she tried to remove her seatbelt but could barely feel her arm or see the buckle. looking to her right, she saw a concrete barrier meaning the window had broken on her. to her left, she saw a navy SUV smoking from the hood. somehow, she made out the face of the driver.

“help me, please,” she begged to no one. it felt like ages before anyone showed up. iseul and the driver were removed from the car and, by the time they’d gotten to her, cheri felt the adrenaline running but wasn’t aware of anything happening around her. she answered their questions as best as she could, telling them her name, age, and god knows what else she told them.

she remembers closing her eyes in the ambulance for a second, which was apparently hours because she woke up in a hospital room severely parched.

making out the silhouette that sat beside her, she asked, “can i have some water?”

the blue-haired individual perked up and quickly poured water into a cup for her.

“here, careful.” he almost whispered as he held the cup to her mouth. “do you need anything? i- your mom’s here.”

“namjoon,” she finally recognized him. “i want to go home.” he frowned and sat the cup down.

“you can’t. not yet,” he stood and went into the hallway. “are you in any pain? the doctor, she said you’d probably be in pain when you woke up.” cheri shook her head. she didn’t feel anything at all.

“where are the other guys?” she asked. “and iseul and our driver? are they okay?” namjoon stared down at the floor.

“they’ll be here later. they didn’t want to overwhelm you.” he made his way to the door. “i think someone wants to talk to you.” the man quickly exited the room leaving chaerin in an anxious state. shortly after, another person entered.

“thank god,” her mother’s familiar voice flooded the room. “thank god.” her strong arms embraced cheri for several moments.

“mom, tell me what happened.” cheri spoke. “i know we were hit. after that?”

haesook let out a breath. “you have a fractured arm, broken knee, bruises, cuts, but you’re here.” cheri stared at the wall in front her. she was afraid to ask anymore after namjoon’s refusal to answer, but she had to know.

“iseul? our driver?” the look on her mother’s face said enough. cheri had known that the car had been hit on the left, iseul and the driver taking the majority of the impact. she remembered her manager being hunched over and unresponsive and the driver’s head resting against the air bag.

“i’m sorry, honey.” cheri turned her head and closed her eyes as she began to cry. “she was unresponsive when she was brought in and didn’t make it. he was dead on arrival.”

haesook held her daughter as she cried.

“it was him,” she choked. “i know it was. i know his car and i know his face.” haesook shushed chaerin to calm her. she had already known who it was. he had tried to send her flowers, tried to see her. she immediately had him removed from the vicinity. he had failed to cover the wounds on his face and was far too knowledgeable about the accident. it wasn’t the first time he’d tried to hurt her daughter.

the girl awoke the next day in more pain than she could fathom and a new person sitting beside her. her knee throbbed and her arm burned slightly. groaning, she reached out, knowing that whoever was there would hold her hand.

“hi, my blossom.” he placed a kiss to the back of her hand. “do you need anything?” baekhyun’s soft voice lingered.

“‘m hungry,” she replied. “kiss?” the older man leaned forward and kissed her gently. his lips hovered and he noticed her smile.

“i should’ve just stayed another night,” she joked. “now you get to take care of me. i’m no fun to take care of.” her non injured arm came up to his face, her hand caressing his cheek.

“i’ll be right back. i’ll get you something to eat.” he said opening the door. “i think someone wanted to speak with you.”

chaerin spent the next half hour talking to a police officer. they had arrested the man cheri had already known as bae youngjae and had charged him. they had determined he was traveling at 144 km/h with the intent to harm. he had followed them from the dorm. fortunately, cheri would never have to see him again.

when they were finished, her mother and doctor came to discuss treatment for her injuries. her knee was displaced and she was going to have surgery, but her arm would heal on its own and in a sling. she had a concussion, bruising on her ribs, and lacerations from her seatbelt. cheri was not going to be able to perform with the group and would have to sit out for many of the upcoming promotions. she had a long road to recovery.

“this is going to be so shitty,” she complained. jungkook laughed from behind her, pushing her wheelchair out to the car.

“we’ll take care of you. don’t worry.” jimin promised. hoseok took her bag and seokjin held onto her hand. she managed to hoist herself out of the seat and hobbled to the car door. once inside, she leaned her head on the nearest shoulder and sighed.

“can i finally go home?”

[cherryriotcrash]

Hi so I woke up in the middle of the night last night with a Rody x fem!Reader fic idea so here’s a preview of it! Hopefully it’s finished today💕

Minors DNI, all characters aged up (Rody and reader are both 30)

[mrghostrat]

Anon who submitted the crowley eating cake doodle request here! I will admit that I have only read your streamer au & postcards from paris fics. However, you made me want to read the fic in reference so I can understand the reference in it.

pls it's like the best thing i've ever written phptghpt

and i've done waaay too much art for it

Mon Horrible Chéri by ghostrat (40k) (9/9) (E)

Human AU / Teachers / Enemies to Mutual Pining / Sharing a Room

The realisation left him giddy. If Justine played her cards right, Aziraphale would be spilling everything Crowley had been itching to know, and all his listless second-guessing would finally come to an end. He just had to maintain his cover of obliviousness a little longer, which would be ridiculously easy if Aziraphale had gotten this long into a Paris trip without noticing his fluency. Crowley returned Aziraphale’s smile with carefully constructed cluelessness, which seemed to placate the English teacher enough for him to turn back to his friend. ≪He’s handsome though, isn’t he?≫ She continued, evidently enjoying pushing Aziraphale’s buttons as much as Crowley did. He fought every instinct to preen at the compliment he wasn’t supposed to understand. The real challenge came when Aziraphale licked his lips in thought, then admitted, ≪Yes, he is rather.≫

[cbrosa-archived]

billy modelling the newest jewelry steve bought him in their bedroom. wearing nothing but that ‘return to to tiffany’ set of necklace, bracelet and this long pearl body chain that adorns his chest. maybe with some matching crotchless lingerie; cutely walking towards him that is sitting on the bed. 

him going piece by piece on asking steve how it all looks on him. starting with the bracelet, in which steve would take his wrist gently and whisper "pretty." between soft quick kisses "very very pretty" which has billy sighing audibly. then he goes up, with billy mewling "and this?" as steve is slowly kissing up the chain and his exposed skin "so sexy." humming as he stops on his tits to slowly worship them with his mouth and fingertips. gently kneading them kissing them suckling on each swollen nipple. making billy at this point a mess of silky short moans, his cock was twitching and pink from all that attention and worshipping. 

going crazy with the way steve’s hands were also caressing his ass cheeks. eventually stopping by his neck, his fingertip caressing the heart shaped pendant while he slowly kisses his neck and collarbone. asking steve "and how about this?" in which he takes his time to have a short whiff of billy’s scent of musk and honey. before he goes up his ear to kiss some more "beautiful. as always". 

after that, he sat billy on his lap straddling it. fucked him in a slow, steamy and deep way, only leaving him in the jewerly set, the pearls dripping down his tits and the lacey panties; as he called billy his angel, which he was.

[roseluwakcoffee]

U know the funny thing abt celes is that she is a normal person, but for reasons god only knows chose to develop the most questionable yet intriguing fake speech pattern of all time, and I imagine that after years of existing in that persona the language is undeniably interwoven w her regular voice and thoughts, but the amt of it thats present at any given moment depends on the situation her emotional state her age who she is surrounded by etc like. Lots to consider and is half of that incorporated into my fics in any meaningful way?? Prob not I just get to go insane abt it why is she Like that

[baileypie-writes]

~Masterlist~

~~~🎀~~~🎀~~~🎀~~~

Guide:

💜 - Gender Neutral Reader

🩷 - Female Reader

🩵 - Male Reader

💛 - Pretty Cure Reader

🖤 - Villain Reader

💕 - Platonic Relationship

💞 - Familial Relationship

☁️ - Fluff

⛅️ - Hurt/Comfort

🌧️ - Minor Angst

‼️ - Minor Violence

~~~🎀~~~🎀~~~🎀~~~

~Hana Nono/Cure Yell~

(💞/💕 Only)

Headcanons

• Her With a Sunshine Villain Friend💞💜🖤☁️

Oneshots

(nothing yet!)

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~Saaya Yakushiji/Cure Ange~

(💞/💕 Only)

Headcanons

• Her With a Sunshine Villain Friend💞💜🖤☁️

Oneshots

(nothing yet!)

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~Homare Kagayaki/Cure Étoile~

(💞/💕 Only)

Headcanons

• Her With a Sunshine Villain Friend💞💜🖤☁️

Oneshots

(nothing yet!)

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~Emiru Aisaki/Cure Ma Cherie~

(💞/💕 Only)

Headcanons

• Her With a Sunshine Villain Friend💞💜🖤☁️

Oneshots

(nothing yet!)

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~Ruru Amour/Cure Amour~

(💞/💕 Only)

Headcanons

• Her Confiding in You💞💜⛅️☁️

• Her With a Sunshine Villain Friend💞💜🖤☁️

Oneshots

(nothing yet!)

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~Charaleet~

Headcanons

(nothing yet!)

Oneshots

(nothing yet!)

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~Papple~

Headcanons

(nothing yet!)

Oneshots

(nothing yet!)

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~~~🎀~~~🎀~~~🎀~~~

~~baileypie-writes