#HE EATS LIKE A CHIPMUNK IT'S ADORABLE

[3rdgymbros]

━ 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐈𝐭 !

— pairing; vil schoenheit x ramshackle! reader

— summary; vil's dad thinks you're dating

— notes; there will be a part 2 to this. and please donate to my kofi or consider commissioning me if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ It was supposed to be a casual outing; you’d managed to persuade Vil to accompany you to a new dessert place (with healthy, low-fat options, of course).

❋ You certainly weren’t expecting to have your face splashed across the front of a gossip magazine.

❋ The picture they’ve used is admittedly a nice one. Rather, it would be more accurate to say that Vil looks good. You, on the other hand, resemble a chipmunk, the way that you’re stuffing your mouth full with cake.

❋ But there’s a soft tenderness on Vil’s face as he watches you eat, the bright joy on your face, and he isn’t berating you for your poor manners as he normally would.

❋ The photo is adorable and genuinely sweet, revealing a side of Vil the public doesn’t often get to see. Naturally, fans go wild, and the press wastes no time speculating about your relationship with Vil.

❋ Vil takes it all in his stride when he sees the photos. While he’s used to media attention, he wasn’t expecting a moment like this to be captured with you, of all people. He thinks nothing of it at first and doesn’t mention it to anyone, expecting it to blow over in a week or so.

❋ It isn’t long before Vil’s own father catches wind of the juicy gossip. And Eric Venue studies the pictures with a raised brow. His son seems almost . . . Love-struck in that picture. It isn’t the poised, guarded side Vil normally displays for the media.

❋ And with a knowing smile, Eric decides to call his son, curiosity practically dripping from his voice. “When were you going to tell me about your lovely partner, son?”

❋ Vil had expected his father to offer advice on his recent casting roles, acting techniques, or perhaps a critique of his latest photoshoot . . . Not enquire about his personal life. Vil tenses, knowing exactly what his father is implying. "It’s nothing, Dad. Just a . . . Friend from school. You know how these magazines exaggerate things."

❋ Unfortunately for Vil, Eric doesn’t buy it.

❋ "Oh, come on now," Eric teases, amused. "I know that look. That’s not how you look at someone you’re just friends with."

❋ He’s seen Vil in countless roles, both real and on screen, and he can tell there’s something different about how his son looks at you. Something soft. Something real. Like he loves you.

❋ . . . Even if Vil himself isn’t aware of this yet.

[svtiddiess]

April Shower

Synopsis: The April shower may have crashed your picnic date, but with Seungcheol and Kkuma by your side, the rain didn’t matter.

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Rating: sfw

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none!

Note: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! Have this Cheol fluff as a Christmas gift from me!

Thank you to @tusswrites and @lovetaroandtaemin for beta reading!

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You stifle a laugh as you watch your boyfriend, Seungcheol, chase after his dog, Kkuma. This morning, he had woken up with the sudden idea of taking you and Kkuma to the park for a picnic date. You happily agreed, whipping up some snacks, desserts, and drinks to bring along. Meanwhile, Seungcheol busied himself getting Kkuma ready—carefully tying her bow and gushing over how adorable she looked—before packing her bag. The three of you eventually found a cozy, secluded spot by the river. While you set up the picnic blanket, Seungcheol decided to play with Kkuma, which inevitably led to her darting away and him frantically chasing after her.

You can’t help but giggle as Seungcheol finally trudges back, Kkuma secure in his arms, his face flushed and lips set in pout.

"You look like you just ran a marathon," you tease with a laugh.

He lets out an exaggerated huff. "She really makes me work for her love," he grumbles, though a small smile tugs at his lips.

"Food’s ready. Let’s eat," you announce, gesturing toward the spread on the picnic blanket.

"Good thing I worked up an appetite," he chuckles, carefully setting Kkuma down.

You hand Kkuma her snacks before settling down next to Seungcheol. Together, you dig into the prepared food as Kkuma nibbles on her snacks next to you.

With your habit of overloading your mouth with food, you couldn’t help but do just that, eagerly stuffing your face with the dishes you had brought. Seungcheol catches sight of your puffed-out cheeks and bursts into laughter, teasing you by saying you look like a chipmunk. You pause mid-bite, pout, and quickly swallow your food, huffing as you decide to slow down your pace.

Noticing your pout, he softens, cooing as he reassures you, "You’re the cutest chipmunk I’ve ever seen."

Grumbling, you swat his hands away, which only makes him laugh even harder. Huffing, you turn away from him, crossing your arms in mock annoyance, pretending to be upset.

"Aww, did I make my princess mad?" he coos, wrapping his arms around you, which earns a bark from Kkuma.

"Yeah, tell him, Kkuma," you grumble, still refusing to look his way.

Seungcheol chuckles at your antics, leaning in to press a kiss on your cheek. A small smile tugs at your lips, but you’re determined to keep up the act, maintaining your pouty facade.

"Princess, I told you; you’re the cutest chipmunk I’ve ever seen," he whispers teasingly into your ear. "My cute chipmunk~."

"I’m not a chipmunk!" you whine, squirming in his hold, trying to escape.

"Oh? Then what are you?" he asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

You finally turn to face him, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

"I’m your girlfriend," you sulk.

"That you are," he says with a chuckle, cupping your face gently. "My pretty, cute, beautiful, sweet, sulky girlfriend." His teasing tone earns a reluctant smile from you.

"You’re way sulkier than me," you counter, narrowing your eyes.

"Debatable," he hums with an amused grin.

"You know it’s true, Choi Seungcheol," you retort, squinting your eyes.

"Don’t call me by my full name!" He whines, his lips forming a pout.

"Case in point," you reply smugly, watching as he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Fine, let’s just say we’re both equally sulky, hmm?" He suggests, pulling you closer.

"Truly made for each other," you tease, earning a chuckle from him.

"My perfect soulmate, my other half," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you softly.

You blush and smile into the kiss, savouring the warmth of his lips and the sincerity in his words. You’ve never been one to believe in soulmates, but with Seungcheol, you’re starting to wonder if they really do exist. Maybe, just maybe, he’s the one destined for you, your forever. And while reincarnation might seem far-fetched, if it does exist, you silently hope that in every lifetime, you’ll find him again—your Seungcheol, your perfect match, your eternity.

The moment is interrupted by a sharp bark, followed by a sudden downpour of heavy rain. Both of you curse under your breath, scrambling to pack everything as quickly as possible. Seungcheol scoops up Kkuma while you grab the picnic basket, haphazardly tossing items inside.

By the time you make it back to the car, all three of you are completely drenched. Kkuma hops into the back seat and immediately starts shaking herself dry, sending water flying in every direction.

"Kkuma!" you screech, holding your arms out in a futile attempt to shield yourself. But it’s no use—the water splashes everywhere. You sigh in resignation, lowering your arms as you glance at Seungcheol.

A beat passes.

And then both of you burst into laughter. You’re not even sure what’s so funny—the ruined date, how soaked you both are, how messy Kkuma is, or the state of the car—but you laugh anyway. Your laughter blends with Seungcheol’s, filling the car with a lighthearted harmony that somehow makes the moment feel perfect. It’s times like this that remind you: even when things go wrong, being with the right person makes it all worthwhile.

"Well, I guess the date’s ruined," Seungcheol chuckles, shaking his head.

"We still got to enjoy the food, so it’s not a total loss," you shrug with a small smile.

Seungcheol turns to you, a smile on his face and his eyes dripping with love and adoration. "Thank you," he says quietly.

"For what?" you ask, chuckling.

"For everything."

You blink, momentarily caught off guard, before smiling warmly. "Thank you, for everything too," you whisper, leaning in to kiss him.

The kiss is tender, full of love and warmth, chasing away the chill from the rain. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, his thumb gently brushing your cheek. A peaceful silence lingers between you.

Bark!

Both of you laugh softly.

"Alright, Kkuma, we’re heading out," Seungcheol says with a grin, starting the car.

You chuckle, fasten your seatbelt, and glance out the window as the rain continues to pour. A content smile rests on your face. Despite the April shower, the world feels warm with Seungcheol and Kkuma by your side.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hm… Have you ever think about Aventurine, Sunday and Dan heng with fem reader that has chubby cheeks?

When you’re eating, they can’t stop looking at your cheeks that keep puff and being squishy. You remind them of small hamster, really cute.

Give your cheek a playful bite, squish your cheeks like a stressball for him, or nuzzle his cheek against your?

I love chubby cheeks… and my hsr husband and waifu;)

Aventurine would absolutely adore the fuck out of your chubby cheeks, especially when they’re being squished and tugged between his fingers.

It was his favourite pastime that he’d gladly trade everything else for if he ever were to choose to do one thing for the rest of his life.

He’d prod your cheek if you weren’t giving him enough attention for his liking and find himself fascinated at the way they recoiled.

If Aventurine were a cat, you’d be the laser of the laser pointer that he’s trying his hardest to catch because that’s how invested in your cheeks he was.

Now would Aventurine nibble your cheeks? Yes and he would act indifferent about it too as he shrugs his shoulders as a mischievous smile graced his lips. ‘I must’ve mistook your chubby cheeks as a sweet treat, oops.’ He’d say and you knew he wasn’t in any regard remorseful of his actions.

He’d do it again in a heartbeat but he really does love your cheeks and won’t let you or anyone say anything bad about them, ever.

Sunday

Find your chubby cheeks endearing and cute.

He gives your cheeks the most affection, whether it’s kissing them, caressing them with his fingertips or even giving them a playful nibble as he laughs when you squeal.

‘I cannot help it my sweet, your cute plush cheeks were left unguarded to my attack.’ He chuckles as he kisses your cheeks again, loving how they felt under his lips that he couldn’t help but take another nibble.

When he’s stressed, he would sit himself in front of you, hold your face and begins playing with your chubby cheeks with the most focused look on his face. It would’ve been cute if he wasn’t playing with your cheeks as though they were mouldable as clay.

You: hard day sweetie?

Sunday, pinching and prodding your cheeks: what gave that away my beloved.

You: just a guess.

Your cheeks would be aching for days afterwards but at least Sunday makes up for it by massaging them and smothering them in affection.

Dan Heng has found himself developing cuteness aggression because of your cute fucking cheeks! How dare you!

He tries to act nonchalant when staring at you when eating, his eyes focusing in on how your cheeks would puff up, much like a chipmunks would when stuffing their cheeks with food for the winter. However he must’ve not been subtle enough for the lenses of march’s camera with the amount of pictures taken that day.

He just wanted to squish your cheeks really, really badly and maybe even chomp on them a little, a thought brought about thanks to his dragon noodle side, but he restrained himself from doing so out of respect for you and your boundaries.

However don’t be surprised when he goes and nuzzles his cheek against your own in his sleep and purring a little also. He may even lightly bite your cheek in the process while you were unaware, so when you bring up the teeth marks on your cheek, Dan Heng felt his face flush with heat as he looks away from you and scratched his nose.

You knew it was him but found his expressions of getting caught too adorable to scold him for the fact that you now had to spend the day with people asking if you been bitten by a cat or something in your sleep.

‘Yeah…sure.’ You’d trail off as you side glance Dan Heng, who kept his back to you, knowing damn well you were staring at him as his movements came off as more stiff than normal.

[wonryllis]

ʬʬ. ! POKER FACE ﹙ SHE'S GOT ME LIKE NOBODY ﹚

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park sunghoon with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ enemies but secretly in love and oblivious, fluff. LIB? word count `2375

prompt. wiping a bit of frosting (or smth else) off of their cheek while eating and taking it for themself from list 02. part of this event by @okwonyo

JAY VER. JAKE VER. SUNGHOON VER: one-sided

"you look like a chipmunk," and i wanna kiss you so bad right now. sunghoon really wishes he could do that, grab your jaw, fingers digging into your soft puffed cheeks, and pull you against him as he smashes his lips into yours.

he's been dreaming of it for as long as he can remember. for as long as he knew he shouldn't be dreaming of that. for as long as he knew you have hated him and for as long as he has been supposed to be hating you too.

look sunghoon doesn't really have a solid reason to hate you besides the fact that you crush on his best friend (especially when he's been here all along?) but if getting to talk to you and sticking close by comes at the cost of pretending to do, then he doesn't really mind it. though it doesn't do much because everyone, from friends to professors, everyone can see how he's been waiting on the opportunity to jump you.

and you? you are the most oblivious thing there can ever be. sunghoon could be right up in your face, whispering sweet nothings and everything in between and you'd refuse to believe he feels anything but hatred for you. if not that then annoyance? because you for sure are always annoyed at him and his flirty antics.

"shut-" he's suddenly reaching forward and across the table, hands cupping your cheek, oh god he's melting you're so soft, thumb swiping against your skin to wipe off the salad dressing. he puts it into his mouth next, sucking off the sweet sauce with an irritating smirk on his face,"so cute," a look of lure in his hooded eyes staring at you,"eat slowly baby no one's gonna take your foo-,"

"m nat yiur baby!" you interrupt immediately, speaking through the stuffed salad in your cheeks, eyes shifting back and forth to heeseung sitting beside him. praying he wouldn't misunderstand even though your insanely fast beating heart clearly knows who it's beating for.

"come on babies don't speak with full mouth, no matter how cute you look," i'm gonna die if you don't stop right now sunghoon feels like he'll combust any moment, blow his cover and mess everything up. he doesn't give a shit that your crush aka his friend, is sitting right next to him, if anything he's doing it in front of him on purpose even though he knows the boy has got no feelings for you. he has just got something for the way your face scrunches adorably when you get annoyed, and how your oh so kissable lips turn into an angry pout that does nothing to show your anger but tempt him even more.

"ou knww wat m levnig," grabbing your plate with you, you give heeseung a tight lipped cheery little smile and two short kicks under the table to sunghoon before leaving the area.

fuck park sunghoon and fuck his hotness and fuck how he gets to you every single time. your heartbeat keeps on getting higher and skipping beats with each step you take, repeatedly hearing his words in your head again and again. even more so when you hear the sound of his footsteps behind you, those very familiar clicking of his chelsea dress shoes that suit him devilishly well.

"enjoy," sunghoon leaves the table after you, patting his friend's back in a quick apology and rushing away.

"yo chipmunk cheeks! wait up for me!"

"get away!"

just fucking kiss already. lee heeseung has had it enough already. he can't stand third wheeling anymore, it's making him sick. he needs to get you two into seven minutes in heaven or something. just anything to end whatever this is you have going on with him stuck in between.

"whatcha doin baby chicks?" sunghoon's annoying ass voice has you looking up from your book, eyes following him as he drags out the chair beside yours and plops himself down smugly. he's alone. he's alone alone.

"where's heeseung?" you ask, remembering how he promised he'd bring along the boy for a study date. the sole reason you agreed to meet him in the library.

"somewhere between those shelves," sunghoon fingers point towards the rows behind your table,"probably getting you know what," he suggests, resting his head on his hands, staring at you trying to find your guy. "liar, he's not like you," you retort and it has sunghoon grinning from ear to ear,"hm, what do you think i am like?" there's a hint of amusement and a tone of teasing in his voice, it makes it hard for you to conceal your nervousness. so many times of it happening yet you still can't control the fluttering butterflies and sparks in your stomach. are you sure you're crushing on the right person? well heeseung is nice he helps you with notes from missed classes and most importantly doesn't taunt you for being second.

"a predator," nevertheless trying to outwardly stand your ground is something you have learned to do when it comes to him. do not show how weak he gets you. do not let him have the upper hand. that's been your motto since day one.

you almost feel your heart jumping out of your chest when he bends to grab the seat of your chair and pulls you closer, leaning so close to your face, you feel his breath hit your lips with every exhale,"so you must be my pretty little prey?" if you move just an inch forward you'd end up smearing your cherry gloss on his chapped lips, feeling hyper aware of every little movement from the touch of his fingers near the hem of your skirt to the little shifting you do in your seat. fidgeting and constant staring at each other's lips. the faint hovering of his palm on your thighs, the other lingering over hand resting on the table, like a cage in between,"you're gettin-"

"guys i finally found it!" you're snapped out of it when heeseung slams a pile of books on the table, hands flapping up to slap against sunghoon's chest and push him away with all the might you got.

it takes you a few minutes to settle yourself down into calm, ignoring the way sunghoon complains about being harshly shoved for apparently no reason. and smiling at heeseung as he explains how he'd been trying to look for some books on zoology which somehow happened to always be borrowed out, that is until today. you take a second look at the books he shows, hitting an embarassing realization, eyes switching between the two guys.

"wait- you were looking for these books over there?" pointing to the same rows sunghoon did initially.

"what else were you thinking in that tiny head of yours, chipmunk?" sunghoon wiggles his brows suggestively knowing exactly what you were thinking of, enjoying the way you come to the horrific realization of how you both were just flirting, more specifically of what you implied and what you didn't deny.

"nothing, shut up and do your own work!" a poor attempt at brushing it off but he'll let it go since you aren't really alone right now. a lovesick grin, eyes trained on you the entire time. only heeseung notices and once again wonders of when you'll knock it off.

"miss second place at a frat party? that's new," if there's hell, yours is definitely tied to sunghoon, your personal lucifer on guard. amidst a roaring crowd of people he still manages to find you and get on your nervous in a matter of seconds. time and again he's proven to be the bane of your existence.

"shouldn't that go for you, mr first place? don't you want to keep it?" against the counter on the far end of the kitchen, he has you trapped.

"keeping you? i think i already have it," his lips grazing over your ear as he whispers in a low voice, pulling away immediately to leave you wanting for more. "no i-" you shutter for the first time in front of him, shit.

"i meant the last assignment, i scored more than you," you sound much softer and tinier than you would have ever liked to, but your brain's in such a mess you can't think straight.

"you're so studious it's cute but chipmunk i couldn't give a shit about being second place to you, you can take my place any time you like," he gets so much closer again you start panicking, if you don't get out of here right now, losing all your pride and prudence to him wouldn't be impossible anymore.

pushing him away slightly you hope he'd give way to you,"i'm gonna go find heeseung," adding all the more reason to it. "let me help you with that," but he's adamant on not leaving you alone today. six months of watching you have a crush on his best friend and he's had enough.

dragging you out to the living room, he brings you to the couch on the other end of where heeseung stands surrounded by his group of friends. and sitting down on it, is immediately pulling you onto his lap, hands going around the waist to hold you close,"let's make him jealous," his lips brush against yours, getting a sweet taste of your lipgloss. just like how he's always imagined.

"kiss me,"

and heeseung sighs from across the room. fucking finally.

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[megvmins]

THE MOST TOUCHSTARVED VS THE MOST TOUCHY BOYS AWARDS

warnings: none, very fluffy

a/n: now i'm only doing the top three as the headcanons could get pretty repetitive but i'll do some headcanons for more characters later in a different post.

touchstarved boys awards

#3 KAJI: I believe he doesn't need that much physical affection overall but most of it stems from him being terrified that he could snap back into his angry self. before hiragi helps him get the hang of it, he avoids you like the plague which in turn makes you feel like he hates your guts but it's the opposite. he cares for you too much to let you see him snap and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he hurt you. but once he gets it under control? he does crave some skinship – holding hands is almost a must but sometimes the guys would tease him and he ends up throwing a hand around your shoulders/waist instead. 

#2 SUGISHITA: he avoids physical affection if it doesn't come from umemiya most of the time but sometimes he kind of misses the warmth of another person. when you start dating he becomes your shadow, stands behind you closer and closer every time until he brings himself to rest his chin on top of your head or shoulder if you are taller. if you point it out he will flush deep red that even sakura would be amazed and immediately lets go. he doesn't want many people in his personal space but you soothe his temper. loves when you hook his pinky finger with yours and swing your hands between you two. 

#1 SAKURA: obviously due to his life up until joining furin he didn't even know there could be physical touch that's good so when he figures it out he finds himself almost hungry for any little bit of physical affection. the hunger only grows with every little brush of your fingers when you walk side by side or playful ruffle of his hair even if you scold him by flicking his forehead he cherishes the warmth of your touch. he definitely won't slip up much in public as his embarrassment would literally make him explode like a volcano but in private? he would become a lot clingier. hugging you tight and not letting go as fast, volunteering his chest for you to sit against when watching a movie or intertwining your fingers with his before he drifts off to sleep with a dopey smile on his face when you're already deep in slumber.  

the most touchy boys awards (under the cut!)

#3 CHOJI: straight up doesn't understand personal space, it's free real estate for him. he pulls you around by your hand everywhere. it's honestly admirable how fast he walks even though he is not that tall but he will slow down for you if you tell him to. something in me tells me he loves head rubs and head pats as praise. loves surprising you with quick pecks on the lips or cheeks because “i just felt like giving you a kiss.” i also believe he moves around a lot during his sleep so only if you literally lock him down with your legs and arms are you safe from getting kicked off the bed or hit in the face when he rolls over.

#2 TSUBAKINO: same as ume, tsubaki is a naturally touchy person, it's part of who he is. in addition to him having the worst cute aggression and absolutely zero self-control about it. if at any point his brain says you look cute he will act on it. if you eat something and it makes you look like a chipmunk he will gush and coo and dab the corners of your lips for you. definitely pulls on your cheeks out of nowhere just to make you talk funny because he finds it adorable. sidehugs, backhugs, welcome home hugs, you-look-so-cute-i-could-eat-you-up hugs you name it he does it. also please please please brush his hair for him with his head on your lap or massage his head like that and he will melt. will do the same for you in a heartbeat.

#1 UMEMIYA: it goes without saying but he won't let a single chance escape him. he offers high-fives to you when something good happens just to intertwine your fingers once your palms touch and pull you in to kiss your forehead. one of his hands is always on you in some way – around your shoulders, on your lower back guiding you through crowds, on your thigh when sitting down to give you gentle reassurance that he's there. he's so clingy that it's weird when he isn't around. you get so used to him in your personal space that when he's not there, you feel a sense of loss – like something is clearly missing and then you see him running up to you like an excited golden retriever to hug you and spin you around and everything feels right again. 

[sexlapis]

yn and toji filming a buzzfeed puppies interview together then getting a question about if they would adopt a dog together 🎀🎀🎀

TOJI FUSHIGURO & Y/N + PUPPIES

⤷ cw: fluff, short fic, cute puppies, toji & yn haven’t exactly gone public but everyone basically knows they’re together 💀

a/n: needed to make this a whole thing bc i love this idea sm 🤭

INTRO

“oh my god!” you squeal as the crew members release six fluffy, tiny golden retriever puppies to where you and toji sit. the puppies immediately run over to both of you, and begin licking all over you knees and hands.

“hey, little guy..” toji coos and gently lifts the dog in his hands, practically dwarfing the small animal in the size of them. “such a little squirt, huh?”

you on the other hand, now have three bundles of pale yellow fluff bundled up in your arms, cradling them like they’re your children. “oh my god, oh my god. they’re all coming home with me, i’ll make it happen somehow.”

IF YOU WERE AN ANIMAL, WHAT ANIMAL WOULD YOU BE?

“easy.” toji begins, smirking. “i’d be a wolf. i-”

in the midst of rubbing the belly of one of the puppies, you snort harshly at his answer, pulling you lips together.

toji drops the smirk and looks at you while he rocks two puppies in crook of his big arms. “what’s funny?”

“toji…you? a wolf? i don’t think so..”

toji scoffs. “what’d you think i’d be then?”

“hmm.. i think.. i think you’d be a chipmunk.”

“chipmunk?!” toji exclaims. “no way!”

you hold one of the puppies up to your face, speaking in a baby voice. “toji would be a chipmunk, wouldn’t he? yes he would! yes he would!”

“i would- you know what you would be?” he starts and you know he’s probably going to say something crazy. “you’d be a pterodactyl.”

“a what!” you cackle, dropping your head onto the floor and laying on your stomach. some of the puppies start climbing on your back. “what the hell would i be a dinosaur?”

he puts one of the puppies on the ground and it rests on his shoe. “pterodactyls ain’t dinosaur actually-”

“ok, toji the palaeontologist, why the hell would be a pterodactyl?”

toji shrug, nuzzling the puppy in his arm. “y’know.. they’re loud..and they got big mouths.”

you gasp. “that is-” you puff your cheeks and start throwing the squeaky toys at him aggressively.

“hey! stop!”

IF YOU COULD ACT WITH ANY ACTOR, WHO WOULD IT BE?

“oh, definitely mikasa ackerman.” you answer. “she’s so talented and sweet.” you bounce the puppy in your arms, one who seems to especially love you and toji. “she’s so sweet! yes she is!”

“yeah i’ve heard good things about her..” toji said. “‘think my choice would be..nanami kento. he’s done good work..seems respectable.”

“wow, really? you’d both hate each other.”

“_____, why are you so negative?” toji asks, faking seriousness. “we would get along. don’t be jealous.”

“jealous?!”

“yeah, jealous,” toji picks up the smallest puppy and it to his chest, stroking its head, “ain’t that right? she’s jealous, right?” he shakes his head at you while shaking the head of the puppy with his hand. “she’s so- oh, that one’s taking a shit on the floor.”

you turn and there it was, a tiny puppy, in toji’s words, taking a shit.

“ew.. i forgot they just did that…”

when the puppy finishes it’s…business, the other puppies run over and start sniffing it.

“oh fuck, they’re about to eat his fucking shit.” toji wheezes, shoulders bouncing m. “their faces just make you forget how fucking disgusting they are..”

“eugh, they’re so nastyy.” you cringe at them, cooing at the puppy in your lap. “but you’re not like they are you?”

WOULD YOU ADOPT A PUPPY TOGETHER?

“yes! yes we would!” you rest the female puppy in your arms. “wouldn’t we, toji?”

toji looks at you, admiring how adorable you look with the adorable, little puppy in your arms. he looks back to the puppies in his arms and lap. “‘couldn’t hurt..”

you shout happily. “toji, we’re taking this one home.” you lift the puppy in your hands to the sky like she’s simba. you look off camera. “can we take this one home? please?”

at the end of the video, you’re hugging toji along with the other puppies. “you’re all coming home with me!”

toji looks to the camera for help

(and that’s how you both end up with 6 golden retriever puppies for pets :))

[platonic-writer]

BULLIED CHUBBY GN!CHILD READER & PLATONIC FATUI HARBINGERS

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Childe was known as the friendly Harbinger with the extroverted peronality , he was immediatly drawn to gn!reader and as he saw you getting bullied because of being fat, he started hanging out with you

Soon he came to love you like a big brother, i mean you were quite cute and innocent

Every day he will meet you at the playground and he will give you snacks

You asked him if he has friends

"Childe.... do you have any friends other than me?" -You

"HUH OFC i have more friends! DID YOU THINK I DIDN'T HAVE ANY!?" -Childe

"..... (⇀_⇀)" -You

You really did think he didn't have friends💀🙏

So he took you to meet the other Harbingers

First meeting went great!

They all loved you because you were so nice and innocent to them!

Pulcinella took one look at you and decided he's your grandpa now💀

Scaramouche makes you Apple bunnies if you cry because of your bullies ( He's grumpy the whole time he makes them but secretly he's happy you like his food )

You came to them with lots of bruises one time

Dottore patched you up and you got lots of hugs from Signora

Pulcinella made you cookies with Capitano

Sandrone and Scaramouche both worked on a Mini robot you could shove into your pocket ( they may or may not put an Instant kill Mode on it😭 )

Columbina sang you to sleep while you hiccuped from crying so much

As you slept Arlecchino and Pierro planned on visiting your school and teaching them a lesson

The Bullies learned not to mess with you

Yes, they threatend the Parents of the Bullies and yes Pantalone threatend to take their house and money away 💀🙏

When you went to school the next day the bullies didn't even look at you-

But they did leave notes that said that they won't be in your way anymore

They all are quite overprotective of you, i mean look at you! Chubby and cute💕😭

"Guyss! I think someone has a Crush on me!!!ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ" -You

"..WHAT?ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ)" -Everyone

The guy that had a Crush on you went missing

.. He's now being experimented on by Dottore

They all don't want you to date because what if that person isn't good enough for you? What if they make you insecure of your body again?

They did their best to make you love your body and you do now!

You love your New family a lot, they let you do everything you want

Eating more than you should? Thats normal! Eat more if you want

Playing longer on the playground? Ofc! Want to stay 4 hours more?

90% you're cuddling with one of the Harbingers, they love to hug you because you're so chubby

They will do anything for you and your affection, just be yourself and they will love you.

Summary: The Harbingers think you're an adorable chipmunk! They all will protect you from bad people and bullies. Please reward them with hugs and cuddles, they love yohr affection

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Thank you for reading!! I got this idea from a follower so Credits to them!(^人^)

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Roger pirates x Eri!reader

Also, can Eri!reader also meet past Whitebeardcrew when they have their big celebration?

Thanks

-Tiny footsteps filled the air as you exited the cabin you shared with Rayleigh, as he was given the title as your guardian, after Roger tried to give you beer when they first met you, after you, literally, dropped out of the sky from a sparkly portal.

-You peeked around the corner into the galley, still being cautious, as you didn’t want Overhaul to find you, as you liked where you are now. The men were all nice on the ship and treated you so nicely, giving you tasty food, pretty clothes, and not hurting you!

-You saw most of the crew eating, having breakfast, as you looked around for those you felt the safest with at the moment, Rayleigh, Roger, Shanks, and Buggy/

-A hand came flying over, something you realized was Buggy’s, taking one of your own and you smiled as he led you over to the table where everyone was- as the rest of the crew smiled, greeting you warmly, making you feel so safe and welcome.

-Roger beamed brightly, looking so elated as he pulled you into his arms, “And how’s my favorite Y/N this morning?” you blinked up, slightly confused, “You know more than one Y/N?” he instantly had a hand over his mouth as tears welled in his eyes, overwhelmed on how adorable you were, not getting his joke.

-Shanks beamed brightly, handing you an apple slice from his own plate, “Here Y/N!” your eyes turned into stars, seeing the apple as you stuffed it into your cheeks, a bright smile on your lips, “Yummy!”

-Rayleigh was quick to grab you from Roger as he fell back, clutching at his chest, overwhelmed by your cuteness, landing on your ground as you looked down at him in slight worry, but Rayleigh spoke as he smiled down, “He’s fine Y/N.”

-You nodded softly as he set you next to Buggy and you smiled shyly up at him, “Thank you Buggy.” His cheeks were a bit red but tried to play it off as his hand reattached.

-You knew of Buggy’s ability, after you had found out in a bad way, where his body was in a bunch of different pieces, when you burst into tears, rushing to him, telling him not to die.

-That’s the day that the crew found out about your ability, when your horn flared to life, trying to heal him. Once Rayleigh and Roger managed to get you calmed down, you explained what that power was, your quirk.

-You had to explain about the world you came from, that most everyone had quirks, strange abilities, but unlike this world where it came from eating a Devil Fruit, it was natural.

-Roger had been a little scary, as he had been furious when you told him about Overhaul, after they asked about your scars- about what he had been doing to you- you were just a young child.

-Now you were safe as they had adopted you into the crew- as some had discussed taking you to an island and leaving you with people, but they didn’t want to take a chance with your ability.

-Once Roger joined the world of the living again, he grinned over, “Are you excited for today Y/N?” you were eating another apple slice, your cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk, tilting your head in confusion, which had him KO-ed again.

-Rayleigh rolled his eyes as he turned to you, being a bit more immune to your dangerous abilities, “We’re meeting with some… ‘friends’ for a party.” You lit up a bit, “A party?”

-Shanks beamed, ruffling your hair lightly, “Yup- it’s another pirate crew, the Whitebeard Pirates- we’re going to an island! There’s gonna be lots of food and we’re going to have fun!”

-You felt a bit excited, but also a bit nervous, as you were only just starting to get used to your crew, who all doted on you, you felt a little scared meeting new people.

-Once at the island, your crew arrived first and Shanks took you to splash in the water, making you squeal with delight as you ran from and chased the waves, turning it into a game.

-When another ship arrived your eyes were like stars, rushing to Roger who kneeled, picking you up, “It’s a whale!” he boomed with laughter, finding your awe amusing.

-As the other crew got off, you started feeling a bit shy, wiggling and Roger put you down and you quickly stepped behind him, hiding under his jacket, peeking out.

-Roger nearly keeled over from the cuteness as you held his pant leg as you peeked out.

-Whitebeard noticed you first, seeing the little hand and he grinned broadly, “And who is this?” you peeked out a bit more, seeing the massive man grinning down at you and Roger beamed, putting a hand on your head as the other members of Whitebeard’s crew saw you, “This is our new friend, Y/N!”

-You gave a tiny wave and Whitebeard kneeled, smiling gently down at you, he knew a hurt child when he saw one, “It’s nice to meet you Y/N- my name is Edward Newgate, but everyone calls me Whitebeard, but you can call me grandpa!”

-His crew and Roger’s eyes all went wide as he said this as you stepped out, your eyes a bit wide, full of sparkles, “Really? I’ve never had a grandpa before!”

-You were quickly in Rayleigh’s arms, crying loudly as both Whitebeard and Roger collapsed, clutching at their chests as everyone else was laughing loudly, thinking it was amusing that you were so ‘deadly’.

-You enjoyed the party, watching people dance, laugh, and you got to try different types of yummy food! Whitebeard couldn’t help but grin while you were on his knee, holding a meat stick that was way too big for you, but you were trying your best in eating it.

-You now had two crews that were going to protect you, even if they didn’t always see eye-to-eye, for you- they would set he world ablaze, just to keep you safe.

[rafesveryrealgf]

Request for lavender sunflower, a v clingy son to Rafe🥺

a/n: your wish is my command :)

Lavender Sunflower - Inseparable

Warnings: sad!rafe, soft!rafe, crying

You sometimes envied how attached, Nathan — your first born — was to Rafe. He was attached to Rafe like you carrying him in your womb for nine months meant absolutely nothing to him. But even though you envied it a little bit you still often found yourself cheesing at how much he loved and adored his dad. It was truly adorable.

But today he was extra clingy.

You were six months pregnant with your third baby and had a doctors appointment this afternoon. Rafe went to every single appointment. Today was no different.

You walked into the kitchen, your hand rubbing your swollen belly as you approached your little family, immediately noticing Nathan sitting at the dining table, stuffing his cheeks with pieces of his waffle that sat on a plate in front of him. Kai — your second born — was in his high chair, more-so picking at his food rather than eating it. Your gaze finally fell onto your husband, Rafe. He stood shirtless and in pajama pants in front of the waffle maker that sat on the counter.

“Good morning.” You said. you couldn’t help but smile at the view in front of you.

Rafe turned away from the counter with a plate of food in his hand. “Morning, baby. You hungry?” He asked, which had you nodding instantly.

“Morning, mommy.” Nathan replied, his sentence muffled due to the excessive amount of food in his mouth.

“Hey, be careful, okay? Don’t need you choking.” Rafe kindly scolded him as he brought your plate of food over to the table. “You look like chipmunk.” He added with a light laugh.

You laughed at your son, his cheeks stuffed. “You’re going to Uncle Topper’s today, baby. You excited?” You asked your toddler.

Your three-year-old shook his head in response to you, too busy chewing, unable to speak.

“No? Why’s that?” You questioned. You sat down at the dining table, in front of the food that Rafe placed on the table for you.

He took a few seconds to answer your question, carefully trying to swallow his food.

“Is daddy coming too?” He was finally able to speak.

“No, buddy. I’m going with mommy.” Rafe answered for you. He stood next to your chair with his arm rested on the back of it as he made sure his pregnant wife ate.

“no.” Nathan said, dryly.

“No what?” You asked, looking up at Rafe, hoping he could explain what your son was trying to say.

He just shrugged.

“I want daddy to stay with me.” He huffed and pushed his plate away harshly, almost causing it to spill.

“You know I have to go, buddy. It’s to check up on the baby, to make sure she’s nice and healthy.”

You looked back and forth between your son and Rafe. Not entirely sure what to say.

“Kai is going with you to Uncle Topper’s though, baby.” You said softly.

Nathan shook his head harshly and huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, dramatically. Which caused Rafe to slightly chuckle. Kai began chuckling when he saw his dad do it, not knowing why. He was just an oblivious one-year-old which caused you to snort.

“Not funny, mommy.” Nathan furrowed his brows.

“Hey, daddy started it.” You threw your hands up in defense.

“Daddy can laugh,” He replied with an attitude. “Not you.”

“Let’s be nice, Nathan.” Rafe came to your defense.

Nathan huffed one last time then everyone went silent. Besides Kai, who was babbling to himself as he made more of a mess with his food, too young to read the room.

“Let’s get you boys cleaned up and ready to go.” You said, pushing your chair away from the table so you could stand up.

“Can daddy do it?” Nathan asked, attitude still noticeably in his tone.

You sighed and looked back at Rafe, he gave a small smile, knowing that hurt your heart a little bit.

“I’ll get them ready. You just sit and finish eating, baby.” He kissed your temple before walking over to Kai and unbuckling his high chair, then made his way over to Nathan to help him down from his chair.

Rafe walked out of the kitchen with Kai on his hip and holding Nathan’s hand with his free one.

You heart tightened when Rafe looked back at you one last time with a soft, closed mouth smile. You smiled in return then frowned when he looked away to start walking up the stairs.

After the boys were bathed and dressed, Rafe threw on a plain grey t-shirt and khaki pants accessorizing it with his gold chain and a backwards hat. His dirty blond hair peaking through only the front and the back of the hat.

You being exhausted and pregnant, you just threw on black leggings and an oversized shirt — that was Rafe’s, of course. But You didn’t care. And neither would he. If anything he loved seeing his pregnant wife in his clothes.

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Rafe pulled into Topper’s driveway. You were in the passenger seat while Kai and Nathan had both fallen asleep in the backseat.

The whole car ride was fairly silent. With your mind still lingering on the way Nathan had treated you this morning.

“Can you wake Nathan up? I’ll get Kai’s car seat.” Rafe questioned. To which you nodded.

“Yeah.”

You both stepped out of the car, Rafe made his way around the car and as did you. You unbuckled Nathan and slightly nudged him awake.

“Hi, baby. We’re here.” You whispered.

Nathan — being a light sleeper, instantly fluttered his eyes open.

“Can daddy bring me inside?” was the first thing he said and you frowned at that.

“No, buddy. You gotta walk, he’s carrying Kai in the car seat.” You shook your head slightly.

“I want daddy.” He shook his head and crossed his arms, the same way he did this morning.

When you looked up, Rafe was already making his way up to Topper’s house With the car seat in one hand and the diaper bag in the other.

“Rafe!” You called out.

He turned, tilting his chin upwards at you.

“Nathan won’t get out unless you get him.” You said.

He immediately made his way back to the car and sat Kai’s car seat down on the ground along with the diaper bag.

“You okay to grab that?” He said, pointing towards the car seat.

“Yeah, “ you said softly, sighing in defeat.

You moved out of Rafe’s way, walking over to get Kai and watched as Nathan’s face lit up at his dad.

“Hi, buddy.” Rafe smiled back at his son, picking him up.

You couldn’t lie. You didn’t love the way Rafe ignored how Nathan was acting. But you said nothing.

Nathan nuzzled his face into Rafe’s neck. Rafe picked up the diaper bag, not wanting you to struggle carrying both the diaper bag and the car seat.

You still struggled. The car seat was straining your arm as you walked up Topper’s long driveway. One hand sat on your stomach as the other carried your sleeping son in his car seat.

Rafe stopped walking and turned around, letting you catch up to him. “You okay, baby?”

“I’m fine.” You smiled, trying to hide the fact that you already were out of breath.

“Okay.” A smirk appeared on his lips as he tried not to laugh.

He definitely noticed you were out of breath.

Once you both got to Topper’s front door, Rafe set down the diaper bag and knocked three times. Alex — Topper’s girlfriend — quickly came to the door.

A big smile appeared on her face when she saw Rafe holding Nathan.

She loved Nathan and Nathan loved her.

“Hi! didn’t know you guys were coming,” She said cheerfully. “Come in.” She jerked her head and opened the front door all the way.

“Aunt Alex!” Nathan quickly picked his head up from his dads neck and waved at her.

“Hi squirt!” She replied, waving back.

Rafe picked up the diaper bag from off the ground. “Yeah, Top offered to watch the kids.” Rafe replied, walking into the house first then making his way into the living room. “We have a doctors appointment.”

You stepped through the door way just as Alex pulled you in for a hug. You used your free arm to hug her sideways and once you both pulled away you both made your way into the living room. Rafe was talking to Topper, Nathan still in Rafe’s arms.

“I’m sorry I wish we could stay.” You sincerely say, slightly frowning at Alex.

“Don’t be sorry, Y/n. We can visit another time.” Alex reassured you, giving you a genuine smile as she rubbed your arm up and down.

Rafe walked over to the couch to set Nathan down but he clung to his dad for dear life. “Daddy no!” He yelled, making you and Alex shift your attention to them.

Kai jerked awake, his eyes wide when you looked down at him. He began to cry at the loud sound so you kneeled to the floor to unbuckle him and pick him up.

Rafe quickly glanced at you and Kai. “Stop- look, you just woke up your brother,” Rafe pleaded with your son who had both of his arms wrapped around Rafe’s neck. “Let go, okay?”

Alex and Topper stood silently looking at what was going on. Not quite sure what to say.

You were stressed with Kai now crying and Nathan not letting go of Rafe.

“I want you to stay daddy!” He cried.

Rafe jerked his head from underneath his sons arms, his hat falling off in the process.

“I can’t, buddy. You know this.” His face was red and his hair was now messy. “Please don’t do this to me.. Making me feel bad.” He pleaded with Nathan once again.

Nathan was his first born. His weakness.

Your heart tightened at Rafe’s tone of voice as you stood holding Kai. Nathan was hysterically crying, his bottom lip jutting out as he cried to his dad. He extended his arms out to Rafe.

“Take me with you,” He cried. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“I can’t, Nate. No kids allowed in the back rooms, buddy.”

You could tell Rafe was overusing the word ‘buddy’ to try and comfort Nathan.

“One more hug before me and mommy leave, okay?” Nathan nodded as Rafe leaned forward to pick Nathan up. Nathan folded his arms around Rafe’s neck like before, and laid his head on Rafe’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, buddy.”

You were sad for Nathan. He didn’t know any better. He didn’t understand why kids couldn’t go everywhere adults could.

“We gotta go now, okay?” Rafe said, slowly sitting Nathan back on the couch.

Nathan sniffled a few more times then tilted his head down. Nathan’s little hands were fidgeting in his lap as Rafe kissed his temple “I’m sorry.” He whispered in his ear before slowly leaning back up.

He grabbed his hat from off the couch then turned around to face you, Topper and Alex who had watched the whole thing silently. You frowned at him but said nothing.

“Ready to go?” Rafe said softly.

You nodded before walking over to Nathan. “We love you, Nate. We’ll be back before you know it.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek.

No reaction. No reply.

You leaned back up and handed Kai — who had finally calmed down, to Alex as you and Rafe silently made your way out of the, now, quiet home.

[skz-streamer]

Cheeks

Pairing: Jisung (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: just brain rot fluff :)

Notes: Okayyyy so this wasnt exsactly an ask directed to mee but I was scrolling on my lovely moots page @seo--changbin and saw this post so ovi i had to write something 🙄🤭

Summary: Dinner with Han and the boys is always memorable, I mean who can forget Han's cute cheeks?!?

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Word count ~1.3k ;)

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The restaurant buzzed with laughter and chatter as you and the boys gathered around a cozy corner table. Tonight, you were dining at your favorite spot, and the atmosphere was filled with warmth and friendship. You found yourself seated next to Jisung, and your heart fluttered with affection as you exchanged a subtle smile.

As the night went on, the conversation flowed effortlessly. The boys talked about everything from their recent performances to funny memories from earlier the week. Amidst the banter, you noticed Jisung occasionally getting caught up in the excitement of shared stories.

Without even thinking, you reached for a spoonful of his favorite dish and gently offered it to him. Jisung blinked in surprise but accepted with a smile, his cheeks puffing up adorably like a chipmunk. It was an unconscious gesture, an act of affection that came naturally to you whenever you saw him engrossed in something.

The other members around the table couldn't help but notice the sweet exchange and their eyes sparkled with amusement. Changbin, ever the playful one, chuckled and teased, "Hey, y/nah, are you his chef now?"

You blushed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and endearment. "Oh, I-I didn't even realize I was doing it," you stammered, trying to hide your shy smile.

"It's cute," Felix chimed in, giving you both a thumbs-up. "You two are like a cute couple!"

Seungmin and Hyunjin joined in the teasing, calling you "the feeding fairy" and "Jisung's favorite cook," which only made Jisung's cheeks turn even rosier. But amidst the playful banter, you could see the warmth in their eyes, appreciating the genuine connection between you and Jisung.

Jisung, however, seemed to revel in the attention, shooting you a grateful look. "Well, I'm lucky to have someone who cares about me," he said, a touch of affection in his voice.

Throughout the dinner, the playful teasing continued, but it only made you and Jisung feel closer. Every time you noticed him getting caught up in the conversation, your hand would unconsciously reach out to feed him, and he would eat the food you offered with a smile.

The dinner progressed with moments of joy and camaraderie. The boys shared stories, laughed together, and bonded over the simple pleasure of being in each other's company. All the while, you continued to absentmindedly feed Jisung, a gesture that felt as natural as breathing.

As the night wore on, the table was filled with laughter, and you found yourself lost in the comfort of their company. Time seemed to slip away, and soon, the evening was drawing to a close.

Jisung nudged you playfully, breaking you out of your thoughts. "Hey, y/n, did you save me any of that delicious dish?"

You grinned, realizing that you had been so engrossed in the conversation that you forgot to eat yourself. "Oops, sorry, Jisungie," you said, picking up your spoon and scooping a fresh serving of the dish for him. "Here you go."

He chuckled, taking the offered spoonful and eating it with a satisfied sigh. "Thanks, you're the best," he said, giving you a wink.

The warmth in his eyes made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn't help but blush. Feeding Jisung had become such a natural and affectionate act, one that spoke volumes about the bond you two shared.

As the night progressed, you found yourself lost in the enchanting atmosphere of the dinner. The restaurant's soft lighting, the laughter of your friends, and the gentle touches exchanged between you and Jisung created an ambiance that felt like a dream.

With every tender gesture, you felt the affection between you two growing stronger. Jisung's eyes would meet yours in an unspoken language of love, and a small smile would form on his lips every time you fed him.

It wasn't just about the food; it was about the connection—the intimacy of sharing a moment that only you two understood amidst the laughter and chatter of the group.

The other members also noticed the affectionate exchanges between you and Jisung, and they couldn't help but find it heartwarming. Felix leaned over and whispered, "You two are adorable. It's like you have your little world there."

You chuckled softly, glancing at Jisung, who was engaged in a conversation with Changbin. "It feels natural, you know? Feeding him is like an instinct," you replied.

Seungmin nodded, teasing a little. "You both are like a cute old couple."

As the night drew to a close, you felt a sense of contentment settle over you. The dinner had been filled with laughter, affection, and heartfelt connections. You were grateful for the love and brotherhood that the boys shared, and above all, you were grateful for the love you and Jisung had discovered in the simplest of gestures.

As you all bid farewell and left the restaurant, the cool night air greeted you, and you walked hand in hand with Jisung, savoring the moment. The stars twinkled above, and you felt like the luckiest person in the world to have such a wonderful group of friends and to have found someone like Jisung who brought so much joy into your life.

"You know," Jisung said, breaking the silence, "tonight was special."

You looked at him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "It was, wasn't it? I had the best time."

He chuckled, his eyes shining with affection. "Me too. And thanks for taking care of me during dinner. It means a lot to me."

"It's my pleasure," you replied, squeezing his hand gently. "I love taking care of you."

His cheeks turned pink, and he glanced away bashfully. "Well, I love it too," he admitted, his voice a little shy.

The night breeze caressed your cheeks, and you felt a surge of happiness that you couldn't contain. Jisung, sensing your excitement, pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. His touch sent a delightful shiver down your spine, and you snuggled into his embrace, feeling a sense of warmth and security enveloping you.

"Let's do this again sometime," Jisung said, his voice soft and tender.

"I'd love that," you replied, your heart swelling with joy. "Every moment with you is special."

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I feel the same way."

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As the night continued, you and Jisung strolled hand in hand, enjoying the tranquil beauty of the city lights. The energy and excitement from dinner lingered, and you both felt an unspoken desire to extend the night.

"I don't want this evening to end just yet," Jisung whispered, pulling you closer.

You smiled, loving the idea of more time together. "Me neither. What do you have in mind?"

He grinned mischievously. "How about we go for round two? Let's grab a drink at that cozy cafe we love."

The suggestion brought a playful glint to your eyes. "Sure, but only if you promise not to get too hyper."

"I promise," Jisung replied with a chuckle. "One drink and I'll behave."

You walked hand in hand to the nearby cafe, finding solace in the comforting warmth and dim lighting. The ambiance was perfect for a quiet conversation, and you settled into a corner booth.

As you sipped on your drinks, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about everything and nothing—sharing dreams, recounting funny moments, and basking in each other's company. Time seemed to slow down, allowing you both to enjoy every moment.

As the night deepened, a sense of peace settled over you both. You rested your head on Jisung's shoulder, feeling the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat. In the soft glow of the cafe, his eyes locked with yours, and you felt a rush of affection wash over you.

"I'm glad we had this second round," Jisung murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Me too," you replied, your heart swelling with love. "I could spend forever with you like this."

His eyes softened, and he leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss on your lips. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you at that moment.

As you pulled back, a sweet smile graced his lips. "I love you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart brimming with happiness.

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[iamumbra195]

!!!SBG SPOILERS CHAPTER 77!!!!

THIS CHAPTER WAS EVERYTHING HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

The dynamics between the kids and how comfortable they've gotten around each other, especially with how Ashlyn was totally okay with Taylor and Aiden messing with her hair-- which is something I absolutely adore in this chapter she looks amazing and badass. The fact that Logan felt comfortable enough being snarky like that is also everything. Like this kid has been bullied relentlessly and the fact that he knows he can be snarky and mess with Tyler like that without getting hurt because of it shows so much growth. And the little moment of childish delight between Taylor and Aiden at the idea of racing around and the fact that Ashlyn doesn't tell them to focus or be serious but instead tells them they can do it later?? Early Ashlyn would get so annoyed and now she's just chill with it because she knows they all have their own ways to cope and deal with the stress and that's honestly so sweet.

Also, Ben using sign language and being understood and the others trying to find solutions so he can warn them of danger or something he is about to do is so sweet. They're so accommodating and caring to one another without even having to think twice, it's honestly so sweet.

Alex helping them with the card without question is really sweet but I have bad feeling it's gonna backfire on him and I don't like it.

And the rules of the phantom dimension are literally so weird. So technically they don't need to sleep or eat but they should because it helps them feel better when they're awake? I knew I was onto something when I made that post about how the fact they're technically living 31 hours a day should effect them more physically.

Also, The fact that the facility has a fucking armory is insane but also works so perfectly for the Mike-centric AU I've been trying to cook up and speaking of Mike, OH MY GOD HE'S IN THE PHANTOM DIMENSION, I REPEAT, HE'S IN THE PHANTOM DIMENSION!!

Does that mean the other parents are there too? Is it just him? Is Emma with him?

Also, both dad and daughter being certified badasses and having the same instincts??

We also got Mike with facial hair again lol but I'm kinda worried about what the means. Like they probably gave them stuff for basic hygiene right? Did something happen? Is he spiralling? Who was the one that screamed in this moment?

Also-- THE WAY ASH STARTED CRYING WHEN SHE RECOGNIZED HIM??

Oh my god, idk if we're gonna have another hug moment where he's comforting her again or if we're gonna have all the kids hugging their parents but either imma start crying.

Also, if she's crying but she thinks she's the one who dragged her dad into the phantom realm and feels horribly guilty about it again I'm gonna fucking cry.

My thought process is all over the place but if you stayed thanks and here are some of my other favourite panels in this chapter.

the second one and aiden shooting the guns has some good pfp potential lol

Anyway, the new outfits and Ash's new hair is everything (she looks adorable I wanna squish her cheeks she looks like a chipmunk oml) and I can't wait until next week holy shit.

[mytaiyakeylover]

so precious.

synopsis: you’re finally ready for your first kiss, but shoto can’t seem to get the hint.

pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader

warnings: none. just fluff, fluff, and even more fluff! well…maybe just one minor curse word.

word count: 1k

Heterochromia eyes blinked in confusion at the lonely piece of paper lying on the desk. The words 'Kiss Note' were written in cursive across the blank space. There wasn’t much else written on it, aside from one single sentence that said, ‘If you can guess how many times I’ve tried to kiss you this week, I’ll give you a big surprise<3’ —(Y/n).

Shoto furrowed his eyebrows as he read the words. An invisible question mark seemed to hang above his head. The boy scanned the nearly empty classroom, hoping to find your familiar figure. It was still early in the morning, and only a few members of the Bakusquad and some other students were present.

Your desk appeared empty, leaving him confused as you were usually one of the first to arrive at school. His gaze then returned to the note, the invisible question mark still very much present. He just couldn't seem to comprehend the message you had written. Have you been trying to kiss him? The aspiring hero struggled to recall any such moments.

A sudden gust of wind softly blew against the shell of his ear, accompanied by a quiet “Boo.” The dual-haired boy blinked at the familiar voice as a pair of arms sneaked around his waist. Your chin rested on his broad shoulder, and Shoto could see a small pout on your face.

“(Y/n)-chan,” the boy spoke, tilting his head slightly downward to get a better look at your expression. ”I'm sorry, but I can't remember any attempts you made to kiss me.” You huffed at that, arms unwrapping themselves from his waist as you crossed them over your chest. Cheeks puffed out frustratedly, making you look like an angry chipmunk.

“Does this mean that I won't be getting a surprise?” The expression on your boyfriend's face showcased nothing but utter cluelessness, making him resemble a confused puppy dog. You couldn't even bring yourself to be angry with him because of how adorable he looked in that exact moment. Though he had never been one for surprises, it still made him feel somewhat disappointed that he would not be receiving one from you now.

Shoto will admit, he did notice that you had been acting rather strange these past few days. For example, that brief moment when you had applied lip balm after commenting on how dry your lips were. He didn’t think much of that, but then you asked him if he wanted to try it out himself — which he did — and you ended up pouting for several hours straight, refusing to even look at him. Back then, he simply thought that you did not like to share your things with him and meant that he should go and buy one himself.

Truth be told, he still failed to understand how that could be related to your kissing attempts.

Then there was that time when you had introduced him to a strange game that was called the ‘Pocky Game’, where two people were supposed to eat one Pocky from each end, and the first person whose mouth comes off the Pocky or the player that gets to the middle first loses. He had found it pretty odd at the time as he didn’t understand what the main purpose of it was. Neither did you give any further explanation.

You didn't get to see who would win because Mina suddenly interrupted, dragging you away while claiming that you had something serious to discuss. Now, as he recalled that moment, he could faintly remember your shouts at the pink girl, whining about how she had just "ruined everything" while Ashido sounded like she was laughing at something extremely hilarious.

Lastly, he remembered yesterday evening when you had been watching a romantic movie together. The main leads were sharing a passionate kiss, and Shoto could still remember the way you sighed while saying, “I wish someone would kiss me like that.”

Was that what you were trying to do? Trying to get him to kiss you? Then why didn’t you just ask him? Shoto wouldn’t mind kissing you. That’s what couples do, right? He would be happy to fulfill your wishes.

“(Y/n)-chan, are you trying to say that you want me to kiss you?” His words were so blunt, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heating up. You thought you heard some snickers and noticed more of your classmates entering the classroom. Mina sent you a cheeky grin and a thumbs up.

“Sho-chan,” you mumbled, hiding your now red face behind your hands. “You’re too precious, I swear...”

The dual-haired boy took a hold of your hands gently before removing them from your face. A faint pink hue dusting his cheekbones as he began to lean in. His lips were soft against yours. Warm, sweet and tender. It was relatively short, but for you, it felt like an eternity.

Hearts beating erratically within your rib cages, a stark contrast to the slow and sensual movements you were displaying. A part of you would like to continue, to never stop, and Shoto seemed to share your sentiment. He was such a good kisser, a part of you wondered if this really was his first time. He was just being so careful, like he was afraid to hurt you — were he to make any sudden movements. Treating you as if you were as fragile as glass.

However, the sweet and tender moment was short lived as a loud growl could be heard coming from behind, urging the both of you to finally break apart — albeit hesitantly. Then your eyes fell on a certain angry pomeranian who was thrashing around, while Sero, and Kirishima were struggling to hold back. A giggle escaped your lips as your (e/c) eyes made contact with his crimson. Right eye twitching he spoke in a low, irritated tone, “Get a room you damn extras.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

hopefully tumblr doesnt eat this up again 😭

i was wondering how the batfam would reacted to getting caught watching edits of celebrity!reader

I’m just going to put them in a relationship with Celeb! reader just to make things easier for myself.

Dick doesn’t give a fuck if he’s caught watching edits of you! You’re his spouse of course he’s going to save each and every edit there was of you because it’s be a crime if he didn’t.

He’ll even show you the ones where he thinks you’re the hottest in shamelessly with a smile. He honestly can’t get enough of the edits that his FYP is filled with them and snippets of interviews that transition to the edits as well.

Dick has no shame in being caught because why would he? You deserve to have a thousand of edits in your name and Dick has one too many edits saved in his phone, so much so that your surprised his phone still somehow has storage for the next wave of edits that he’ll be saving should he deem them worthy.

‘Babe come look at this edit of you! You look hot!’ Is the most often used when Dick is showing off an edit of yourself to you in hopes of getting your opinions on it. You don’t mind people making edits, especially didn’t mind them now when Dick would shout ‘my spouse is fucking gorgeous! God damn’ out of seemingly nowhere.

You’re not even surprised when his Lock Screen is a live wallpaper of the edit itself, dick really didn’t have any problems showing you off in any capacity at all.

Jason is either calm with being caught or he’s wanting to strangle Roy because who else is going to rat him out to you about watching edits of you other than him?

‘Chipmunk I can explain-‘ Jason would start.

‘There’s no need, I know you watch edits of me sweetheart there’s nothing to be ashamed of at all.’ You tell him as you cuddle up to his chest. ‘It’s complete fine I’m not going to shame you in watching them, I think it’s flattering that you do.’ You add and Jason couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as he held onto you, kissing your forehead.

‘It’s not my fault you’re perfect and the edits happen to capture that beauty sweetheart.’ Jason replied and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you looked at him sweetly, not knowing how much more you could possibly love this beautiful man as much as you could, especially when his cheeks flush with a red colour while he scratched his nose sheepishly.

You didn’t mind that he was watching edits and while he was glad about that he was more than certain to watch them elsewhere, more specifically away from Roy before he can rat on him…again.

Tim is terrified the moment you catch him watching edits of you, so much so that he completely forgot to pause the edit as you stare at each other, accompanied by music playing in the background.

It’s hilarious to you but embarrassing to poor Tim who believes that you’d see him as a weirdo for watching them, but all you do is laugh and kiss the side of his head before fiddling his hair affectionately. ‘Watching edits of me are you? And here I thought you couldn’t get more adorable Timmy.’ You tease as you kiss his cheek.

‘You’re not weirded out?’ He’d ask, holding his phone to his shirt, not wanting you to know that he was more or less the one making them rather than watching them. He’s literally got several usb drives worth of edit material to make, no joke.

‘Nope just flattered.’ You replied before leaving Tim be before he passes out from embarrassment. Little did you know he’s making about ten more edits as we speak, all of which have to be perfect and he’ll watch them ten times over if he must, for no specific reason at all.

Bruce is just admiring his beautiful/ handsome spouse. That is all.

Alfred would’ve most likely told you that he’s been watching edits of you when you’re away. It’s adorable and you couldn’t help but smile at how your handsome boy has an hidden file on the bar computer dedicated to your edits. (Dick and Tim found it by pure accident and dick couldn’t hope but tell you about it.)

Needless to say you won’t see him watch the edits but you’ll hear from everyone else that he watches them and that about the closest you’ll get to catching him in the act of watching edits honestly. However don’t be surprised when you see a video from Stephanie of her filing Bruce somewhere as he watched the edits of you on the big screen of the bat computer, his eyes filled with pride and awe of his pretty/ charming spouse looking so effortlessly ethereal.

While you might not have caught him in the act yourself, you still found yourself smiling at Bruce smiling up at the edits of you -and sometimes him because you’re a power couple- as a warmth encased your whole being, buts that’s more than enough for you as it can act as your own little secret.

Damian is good at keeping his little secret safe, so you seeing him watch edits of you were slim to none, and even if you did you catch him in the act you would have to have been blessed by Lady Luck herself.

He’s a little embarrassed that you caught him in the act, mainly because he thought he was better than this to let his guard down to be caught in an act like this, then he’ll become irritated at the fact that you had came into his own room just to catch him watching edits of you.

‘You’re watching edits of me.’ You said.

‘And? Did you seriously come into my room to tell me that? What happened to respecting my privacy?’ He retorts, arms cross over his chest. He didn’t care that you caught him, he’s just more or less annoyed with his privacy being violated.

‘Sorry my sweet I should’ve knocked, but you haven’t answered my question.’ You apologised with a little hug and a kiss to his forehead and Damian found himself forgiving you in an instant as he brought you back into a short lived hug, hiding his flustered face in the depths of your neck, tightening his grip on you.

‘Tim hacked my phone.’ He says in response and you just let it slide, knowing that he’ll admit to it sooner or later and not when he’s being cornered into talking. You knew he watched the edits because he’s totally infatuated with his spouse and Damian knew it too, but wouldn’t dare tell you until this moment has passed you both by.

So until then he’ll watch the edits in secret because he can’t get enough of how gorgeous you looked in them.

[thesezombiestastelikeashes]

Normally I post about Dimension 20 on my main blog but a thing happened on Adventuring Party and I'm gonna talk about it

So watching through the Episode 2 Adventuring Party, something really amazing happened at 2:15 ish. And now I'm gonna talk about consent and content in Tabletop and how @quiddie and Izzy (and everyone else at the table) absolutely fucking nailed it

Edited because I cannot believe I spelled Aabria wrong so many damn times in a row I'm so sorry

Specifics below the cut for spoilers and content warning: parasites and squick

The notes for DMs (and players) to take away from this:

Look for soft no's, even if you know your players. Make space for a no, even if you are excited. Once the no has been said, move on and no complaining that someone's comfort level isn't the same as yours.

So Brennan asked a question about the parasites, Chipmunks, and bear in Adventuring Party to clarify if Chipmunks and Parasite were one in the same or different entities (it was just the chipmunks being massively fucked up)

Aabria, as DMs who put their entire heart and soul into making a campaign often do, went to start explaining the basis for the parasites (link to ribbon worms, very content warn, dead dove do not eat). The table reacted. Brennan does a very physical ick response, Erika's face was very "I am listening to something gross", while the rest of the table looked interested in that way nerds do when they don't know what they're walking into. And Izzy said "I want you to stop."

Aabria just said ok, told the camera/audience to google it, and they moved on.

And I wanna talk about what a baller move that is on Aabria and Izzy's parts. (And Quiddie if you see this please tell Izzy she's an inspiration and I adore her and all of the compliments)

So first and maybe least controversial: Aabria

-While giving the explanation of the fucked up thing she slows down her talking (I'm not sure if it was intentional but it seemed it so I'm gonna talk about it) Instead of rushing through the explanation the way people excited tend to do she said everything slowly, gave lots of pauses to be interrupted, and really took the time to let the party know what she was describing was icky

-While doing the describing, she looked around the table. Not just at the person with the biggest visual reaction, but you can watch her make the rounds with her eyes to look at everyone and make sure they all know she is still engaging with them and checking in on them

-Her "ok" is so pleasant. It's not just polite, it's not just kind, it's upbeat and pleasant to listen to. There's no judgement in it, there's no "but I wanted to keep talking about this thing" its just "ok"

-And that's the fucking hard part, letting someone know you've heard them without any judgment or disappointment when they want you to stop talking about something

And now Izzy

-Most people aren't going to applaud someone for saying "I want you to stop" to a DM explaining something but I will. A+ Izzy

-She found her boundary and enforced it and felt comfortable with it

-She did it in such a specific way "want" instead of "need"; "I want" instead of "You need", not to mention the full firmness of it where it couldn't be misinterpreted (A+, hardest part)

-The flick of her eyes to the rest of the table, I can't tell if she's checking in with other people's comfort level or just watching Brennan's arm thing, but the way she looks at her fellow players is just such a Thing that I cannot Words about, whether its checking in for their comfort or looking for support for hers its an important look that I might be reading too much into.

Now some other important beats

-No one comments that Izzy made Aabria stop.

-Brennan says he can connect with Aabria later about it, without mentioning any of the content, and Siobhan and Jasper make the note of "maybe don't google it" but no one mentions the content after Izzy says it

-They just move on. Like even if it briefly sounds like they might hit back onto it (we'll never know what Erika was leading to with their "I've always been obsessed with") they just move on immediately

It's a goddamned masterclass of consent at the table. Aabria checking in and looking for soft no's and giving space for hard no's and then once a hard no was thrown immediately shifting the entire direction of the conversation was amazing.

[redvexillum]

A/N: Listen, it's complicated for Vox, alright? Give the man some slack.

SUMMARY: You royally pissed someone off because you were receiving anonymous hate emails for the past fifteen years. How incredibly petty and...entertaining. At first, you decided to ignore them but as their hate comments got increasingly creative, the more you couldn't help but add oil to the burning, passionate flame of their hatred towards you.

Until one day, the mysterious anonymous hater (probably) accidentally revealed themselves to be the one and only TV demon, an Overlord and CEO of everything technological and modern.

WARNING/TAGS: f!reader, dual POV, enemies to f*ck buddies to something indescribable, Vox is a bratty sub, dom!reader, Vox takes a lot of L's but he secretly enjoys it, reader is sexually liberal and confident, Vox is bad with feelings, Vox has a humiliation kink

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“Are you listening? Vox? VOX!” Val’s screech cut through the haze, his glare piercing through Vox’s intense focus. Vox glanced up briefly, raising a single index finger in the universal sign for ‘just a moment.’ 

Vox was engrossed in his daily ritual of watching her latest VoxTube video. Ever since launching a cyber-attack on her account, this infuriating woman had somehow managed to turn every setback into an advantage, boosting her fame and influence. At this rate, he could almost envision her seated across from him at the Overlord meeting in a few decades' time. 

In his mind’s eye, she wore one of her signature cocktail dresses that hugged her perfect figure. Her makeup was sharp and dramatic, accentuating her dangerously alluring smoky eyes. And her lips – fuck – those lips – he could already hear the verbal destruction they would unleash, full of snarky comments about VoxTek and him, just as she had loudly proclaimed in her video for years.  

He imagined staring her down across the table, her smirk daring him, challenging him, to come at her. She radiated defiance and confidence, qualities that both infuriated and captivated him in equal measure.  

Fuuuuuuuck.  

Why did he find that so fucking sexy? It was maddening what she was doing to him.  

The worst part of all this was that she probably had no idea how much she tormented him daily. She ravaged the database in his mind, corrupting all the other files to ensure he only thought of her.  

He continued to watch the video; his eyes glued to her face. Her latest video was some stupid challenge she had collaborated with some no-name VoxTuber. They were challenging each other to different silly little games, like how many cookies one could shove in their mouth. The loser would have to eat a spoonful of sinnamon.  

“Ai WEEN!” she declared; her mouth full of cookies. Beige-coloured crumbs spilled from her lips, and her cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk’s, preparing for hibernation.  

The tips of his lips twitched upwards.  

This was so stupid.   

Yet, it was also fucking adorable. 

“Give it up, Val,” Velvette said, scrolling through her phone as she lounged beside Vox. Her voice was exasperated as she lifted her legs and draped them across Vox’s lap. “You should be used to this by now. He’s been a die-hard fan of hers for, like, ten years.” 

Spine straightening, Vox immediately paused the video. “Not a die-hard fan, Velvette,” he corrected, trying to remain pleasant and nonchalant. “Listen, she’s going to be a threat with how popular she’s getting using my network.” His gaze bounced between Velvette, who looked bored, and Val, who raised a brow in disbelief.  

Velvette scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Please,” she flicked her wrist dismissively, “I’ve met the bitch, and trust me, all she cares about is having a fucking good time while getting filthy rich.” 

Vox blinked, a crackle of static electricity leaping from his eyes and travelling down his body, fizzling by the front of his pants. “What?” He turned towards Velvette, who was back to scrolling through her phone. Forcing out a chuckle, his right eye twitched uncontrollably.  

“What?” Velvette parroted, a hint of mockery colouring her tone.  

“Oh, I don’t know, Velvette,” Vox said, his tone light but dripping heavily with sarcasm, “she’s only my biggest enemy –” Val snorted, and Vox shut him up with a sharp glare, “and you didn’t think to tell me that you fucking met her?” He swung his arms out, making a grand gesture to emphasize how big of a deal this was.  

“Uh, wasn’t that radio shithead your biggest –” Velvette finally looked up from her phone, her eyes dancing with amusement.  

“I can have multiple enemies, Velvette!” Vox interrupted, not wanting to hear any mention of that radio prick right now. Besides, he hadn’t thought of him ever since she came into the picture and plagued every waking and sleeping moment of his damn life.  

“Riiiight,” she said before her lips turned into a sly smirk. “Maybe I should’ve told her how she secretly has the number one biggest fan –” 

“Not a fan!” Vox cut her off once again, forcing another chuckle where his voice wheezed from trying to control the irritation before he blew a fuse in his head.  

“Right, right,” she cackled as she began to text something on her phone. “Apparently, she already has a number one fan.” 

Vox tilted his head, error messages popped up in front of his mind’s eyes as he tried to digest her words. “What?” His voice came out in a pathetic squeak, and he cleared his throat, forcing his shoulders to relax as he leaned casually back onto the couch. “Yeah? And who would that be?” He pulled his gaze back down to the video of the girl who plagued his mind.  

He didn’t care.  

He knew she had numerous fans. He had pulled her data and saw that the majority of her fans were all older than her by several decades to even centuries. Those Sinners that all watched her mindless content were all losers.  

The phone screen darkened until it fell asleep from no activity, and his face was reflected back at him.  

They were all losers.  

“Yeah, she got super sloshed that night. Honestly, I don't understand why you hate her. She’s fucking hilarious,” Velvette laughed out loud, her face morphing into a genuine affectionate smile that he had only seen her flash to him and Val.  

“Anyway, it’s some creep by the name ScreenGuy with like some numbers or whatever,” she said, her laughter echoing in the room. “Apparently, that guy’s been buying her used sex toys for like a fucking decade!”  

Heat rose to Vox’s head, but this time it was for a different reason. His thoughts raced, trying to hide the fact that he was ScreenGuy or rather ScreenDude69. 

“Ugh, seriously?” Val chimed in as he sashayed back to the couch and sat on the single-seater. “What a loser,” he added.  

Vox forced a laugh, trying to hide his embarrassment and anger. “Yeah, what a loser,” he muttered, his voice lacking conviction. He turned away, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. How had he let himself become so obsessed? His eyes flickered back to the dark screen of his phone, reflecting his troubled expression.  

“I know,” Velvette said before she snorted. “And he hasn’t been purchasing them for some small chump change either. We’re talking in the hundreds of thousands.” She shook her head as her laughter died down. 

“But the funniest part,” she slapped Vox’s shoulder with the back of her hand, “you’re gonna love this, boys.” With a grin that was all teeth, she said, “half the time this bitch just sends him sex toys, brand new!” 

Both Velvette and Val’s laughter echoed in Vox’s head. He forced out his laughter to join them. The last thing he wanted them to know was that he was the loser who had been purchasing sex toys for the past decade from her.  

As Velvette’s laughter died down, she brought her phone back to her face. “Voxy, baby, if you want to meet your so-called greatest enemy, I’m hosting a party at the V club tomorrow night. And she just RSVP’d.” 

“I’ll check my schedule if I’m free,” Vox said in a casual tone. He was going to make sure he was free tomorrow. But first, he needed to step into a refrigerator to cool down his head.  

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, just don’t bitch and moan if you miss out on the chance to see your crush,” Velvette said, waving her hand, signifying that she was over this conversation.  

Before Vox could retort that, once again, she was his enemy, there was a knock on the door. One of his assistants entered the room, his body shrinking under Vox’s attention. “Uhm, Vox, sir? You have a package from Hell Bay?” 

Vox’s heart skipped a beat. He tried to maintain his composure as he ordered the assistant. “Bring it in,” he said, his voice steady but his mind racing.  

The assistant placed the package on the table and left the room. Vox stared at the innocuous brown package, his thoughts a whirlwind of anxiety and anticipation. Velvette and Val were oblivious to the turmoil currently raging within him. He wanted to open it, but not here, not with them watching.  

Bolting out from his seat, Vox unceremoniously threw Velvette’s legs off his lap. She grumbled but didn’t protest as he quickly grabbed the package from the table.  

“You’ve been purchasing a lot of stuff from Hell Bay,” Valentino drawled, tilting his head as if he were trying to peek inside the sealed package. “What the hell are you buying from there?”  

Vox’s claws dug into the box, his mind racing for a plausible excuse. There was no way he was going to ever tell them that he was the so-called loser buying the used sex toy. Putting on his typical suave businessman’s facade, he shrugged his shoulders with a winning smile.  

“I’ve been ordering some computer parts since I have to update–” He stopped short, noticing that he had already lost Val’s interest. Velvette was off in her own little world, scrolling through her phone.  

Most times, Vox would’ve been pissed at Val for losing interest when he was the one who asked in the first place. But Vox supposed that during times like this, he was thankful for Val's short attention span.  

Satisfied that he wouldn’t press further; Vox straightened his shoulders and regarded Val and Velvette with a practised, confident smile. “Well, this has been fun,” he said, “but I have some work to catch up on.” 

As predicted, they both grunted, barely acknowledging Vox’s words. Val was now engrossed in whatever was on his phone.

Tucking the package under his arm, Vox casually strolled out of the room. Once the door clicked shut behind him, his legs sped up as he took a left instead of the usual right turn that would’ve led him to his office.  

He stopped in front of an unmarked door, and he leaned forward at the peephole, which was actually a camera he had installed a decade ago. The camera whirred as it locked onto his right eye. The mechanics of the lock began to click into place before a resounding, loud click echoed in the hallway. Vox checked left and right before quickly slipping inside.  

The room was small and dimly lit, filled with shelves of meticulously organized VoxTek’s sex toys. At first glance, anyone who stumbled into this hidden chamber might assume they were prototypes or a showcase of the company’s innovations.  

But the truth was far sadder.  

Each toy was one he had bought from her on Hell Bay.  

Every single one of them.  

His fingers trembled slightly as he traced the outer edge of the package, the same brown paper package he received nearly on a weekly basis for the last ten years.  

Anger, trepidation, elation, and shame mingled together into a noxious cocktail he was forced to stomach. He heard echoes of Velvette and Val’s mocking laughter at the poor chap – at him – who kept purchasing the sex toy, despite clearly being scammed out of his money.  

For fuck’s sake, just last week, she didn’t even rip off the original packaging or the discounted price tag before shipping it off to him. This girl was playing with him, mocking him. What was worse was that his pride couldn’t allow him to purchase her items for less than what he had paid for the Cobra dildo ten years ago. Spending an absurd amount of money on her was, in a twisted way, his attempt to assert his power, to show her how much richer and more influential he was.  

To show her…how daft he was.  

He knelt on the floor and opened the package slowly, the tear of the tape deafening in the silence. He knew he should stop purchasing his own damn company’s products from her, but if even half of them were truly used by her… 

He looked around, surrounded by the assortment of sex toys that were claimed to be used.  

Fuck, he hated her so much.  

He had probably spent over millions of dollars on her. He was trapped in a perverse cycle, pretending to be two people: one who sent her hate emails daily, filled with venom and vitriol, and the other that loyally purchased anything she put out on Hell Bay.  

Ten years.  

Fuck. Has it been ten fucking years already? 

Vox sighed, pressing his claws against the middle of his forehead. Had it really been this long? He took a deep breath and tore the package open, like ripping off a band-aid to see the rot that festered from the open wound.  

A cylindrical shaped toy flopped to the ground. It was a fleshlight in pristine condition. He curled his lips, realizing that this was the first time she had sent him a fleshlight and completely lied to him that she was selling one of her dildos.  

God fucking dammit. He got played by her. Again. 

At least she had the decency to tear off the price tag this time. With a weary sigh, he held the soft, silicone-made toy. He resolved that this would be the last toy he would buy from her. 

Velvette was right. 

She wasn’t a threat. 

She was more of an annoyance at best. He hated her, but she was also an insignificant little worm compared to him. She was nothing where he had his status, his wealth, and his power.  

But before his resolve could cement, a piece of what looked to be paper peeked out from within the hole of the fleshlight. Scrunching his brows together, he pulled it out and noticed her handwriting on one side of a photo.  

Trembling, he looked at the photo and nearly coughed out his heart. His head twitched as sparks flew, and he had to protect the photo lest it catch fire from the stray sparks.  

It was a photo of her – the top half specifically – where she was winking at the camera and wearing a tiny, bright sunshine yellow bikini top. It looked perfect on her, and the small piece of cloth barely covered her breast, much less the peaks of her nipples.  

If he pressed his face closer to the photo, he could see a hint of the light dusting of her areola.  

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, staring at the photo, his pants growing taut around him, almost chafing his cock from its tight confines.  

He turned the photo over, and in cute, neat handwriting, she had written: 

The note and the photo ignited something primal within him, a mix of anger and arousal. He felt a surge of heat that made his skin prickle with electricity. Vox’s claws gripped the edge of the photo, his breathing heavy as he struggled to contain his emotions.  

He could hear her voice as he reread her note. She would whisper these sweet, damning words. He could feel her phantom breath brushing against the side of his head, sending a wave of violent tingles down his spine.  

He shouldn’t. Fuck.  

He unbuttoned his pants.  

He really fucking shouldn’t.  

He unzipped his pants, each tooth unclicking reminding him of a death toll for his sanity.  

His claws traced the imprint of her lips tattooed on the note. He imagined those very same lips wrapped around his cock more times than he would like to admit.  

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he really fucking shouldn’t – his plea for self-restraint fell on deaf ears as he held his hardened, weeping cock and bowed his head in defeat. 

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Katakuri; The Most Adorable Husband...

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Haaah~ Katakuri... He loves doughnuts, he's tall, muscular, strong, and cute... and he's a mama's boy! What's not to love?

I dunno what it is about him; he's just so adorable to me. I just wanna sit on his lap so I can pepper kisses on his nose and cheeks and watch how his face heats up in embarrassment and steam bursts from his ears.

I myself know have to bake a variety of pastries irl, so I'd love to make him something. Maybe some peach or cherry turnovers, a salted caramel cheesecake, or some cinnamon sugar dusted beignets.

But of course I'd make him some doughnuts, they are his favorites after all. But I'd try to sneak some savory pastries in there as well probably with ingredients like candied or honey glazed ham with vegetables and whatnot.

Only if he's comfortable would I like him to let me feed him during his merienda. I was wanna hear him gush about how good my food is while his cheeks are fat like a chipmunk. He's just so precious!

I wanna lay on his chest when he's done eating and wipe his mouth and cheeks free of any leftover crumbs or frosting. Or maybe even lick it off and see him become flustered all over again.

When he's done with all his duties for today I'd let him lay his head on my thighs and run my fingers through his hair or across his cute fangs. Whispering how handsome and hard working he is and how much he means to me.

Haaah~ that'd be the life wouldn't it? Katakuri why do you have to be fictional!!! (╥﹏╥)

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Fun fact! Katakuri is a type of lily (its also called the asian fawnlily) that is native to Japan and is used as the traditional basis of katakuri-ko, which is a powdered starch used in cooking; the starch itself is made from finely ground lily bulbs. This is what I think of instead of dog tooth.

Below is the lily in question \/

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