#I love it sm and I might try and color in it's eyes a little :]

[gracefireheart]

Lil' Dragon fella :]

[itoshiexx]

blossoming love

synopsis: sae is not good with words, so he communicates with flowers instead. / or, every time itoshi sae gave you a bouquet in significant moments.

pairing: itoshi sae x gn!reader | words: 2.9k | warnings: fluffy fluff, tiny bit of angst if u squint, rin and sae’s relationship isn’t fucked up, kinda proofread, ooc sae maybe? i love him tho, its really just three thousand words of him talking about love

notes: this idea has been on my mind for a while since i adore the language of flowers, and even tho sae is probably ooc, i really liked the final result ♥ also i'm trying a new layout so lmk if y'all like it~ and finally thank u so much for 2.5k followers, i love you all sm!!

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i. sunflowers for a confession

never has itoshi sae been so painfully aware of his flaws and limitations quite like the day he realized he liked you as more than a friend. because, even though he wasn’t the type of guy to wait for the universe to give him everything he wished for, anyone within three miles could see how absolutely awful he was at communicating.

so that was the dilemma: how could he express his feelings to you if the words just didn’t come out?

“flowers.”

“huh?”

rin was sitting at the couch in their parent’s home, a paused horror movie on the tv. sae didn’t even notice he started mumbling and spilling his secret crush to the younger itoshi, and the tips of his ears went red at that. he was supposed to be the smooth, suave, aloof kind of guy that gave his little brother some love advice, and not the other way around.

(not as if any of them had some kind of experience. emotional intelligence didn’t really run in the bloodline.)

“just give them flowers, nii-chan. did you know each of them has meanings? it could help you express yourself.”

“you mean like… the language of flowers or some shit?”

rin rolled his eyes, but nodded.

“just try not to use ‘some shit’. i don’t think they’re into that,” he joked, and sae could only grimace and send him the middle finger.

but as much as he didn’t want to admit, his brother was right. you were special, and you deserved the best he could give — even if it wasn’t much. he was going to learn how to be better for you, but meanwhile, the language of flowers should suffice. 

the first time you receive a bouquet from itoshi sae, they are beautiful blooms of sunflowers, expressing his adoration towards you. the small card that comes with it has a simple question:

go out with me?

ii. white gardenias and the start of something new

your first date with the pro-footballer is something simple yet sophisticated, a dinner at a famous restaurant he rented just for you two. the dim lights make everything more romantic, and your heart is beating so loud you’re afraid sae might hear it from the other side of the table. despite the euphoria that leaves you nearly breathless, you manage to talk during the night while he mostly just listens.

itoshi sae is not familiar with dates — not actual ones, at least —, so to say he was nervous was an understatement. however, he hid it well behind his nonchalant persona, even if meant avoid talking just so he didn’t fuck things up. 

sae was never a talker, anyway. and it was long ago he figured he’d rather listen to the sound of your voice and drown in the image of your sparkly eyes every time you were excited about something. 

when dinner is over and sae drives to drop you home, you’re a little shocked to see him take another flower arrangement from the floor of the backseat, just hidden enough so you didn’t notice during your ride. the petals are a pure white color with beautiful twirls, and you can’t help but gape.

“is that… is that for me?”

sae wants to scream, because of course they are for you — who else could they be for? as if he’d ever look at anyone when you’re the brightest light shining on his life.

inevitably, you’re all itoshi sae can see.

“they are gardenias,” he simply says, fighting the heat that climbs through his neck. he pushes the bouquet a little more towards you. “they made me think of you.”

your chest swells with affection, and the sweet aroma of the blooms mixed with sae’s perfume makes you a little dizzy. you only realize how close he is when his nose touches yours, hands grazing your left cheek as if you’re something fragile that he’s scared to break.

but he kisses you anyway. his mouth is delicate against yours, trying to convey his longing as a complement to the flowers on your hold.

when your lips part and you finally say goodbye, you’re certain that sae has blossomed an entire garden in your heart. starting with the white gardenias that mean new beginnings, affection and a revelation of a secret love. 

iii. blue hyacinths for an apology

sae knows how much of an asshole he can be. contrary to popular belief, he knows how sharp his words can feel and how mean his voice can sound. even if he wasn’t exactly self aware, his brother rin would sure be able to spit it to his face every time they argued. 

it wasn’t like he always meant it. sure, he didn’t care about his behavior towards the media or people he found particularly annoying (pretty much everyone), but there were people in his life that he cherished; people he didn’t want to hurt. the thing is, itoshi sae was just really, really awkward when it came to his own emotions, and he was the worst at saying how he felt. 

it’s a few months into your relationship that sae learns he would rather never play football again than make you cry. it’s a silly argument, really — he doesn’t even remember what he gets so worked up for. maybe it’s jet lag that makes him lash out on you, but it doesn’t really matter when he sees your eyes glisten and a little sniffle comes out of your lips.

“i’m s-sorry,” you say, uneasy in a way that makes his stomach churn. he wants to wipe that expression off your face, and beat himself up for being the one who put it there. 

him and his stupid ass mouth, as rin would say.

“what? why are you saying that?” his tone is more exasperated than he intends to, and god, why can’t he just shut the fuck up?

“i didn’t mean to annoy you or make things harder… i know you’re tired from your game and i… i’m sorry, sae.”

he should be the one apologizing for being an idiot, he knows; but the words are so foreign to his system that sae doesn’t even know how to put the letters together. it’s only when you pick up your stuff and leave his apartment without another word that the pro-player is shaken out of his stupor.

“fuck,” he curses under his breath. “fucking hell, sae.”

he hates that he hurt you, hates that he doesn’t know how to fix it and hates it even more that his little brother lectures him on the phone later that day, when he calls to vent.

“you already were a shitty brother, so don’t be a shitty boyfriend too,” are rin’s exact words. 

okay, ouch. kinda stings, but he figures he deserves it.

it’s almost 9pm when sae goes to your house, two bags of your favorite treats resting on his forearm while he holds the carefully chosen bouquet. the surprise on your face when you open the door makes his heart reel, though the glimmer of happiness is what makes it all worth it.

“i messed up”, is what he says as soon as he can before you decide to kick him out. “i didn’t mean to snap at you like that and… i’m sorry. i never want to hurt you.”

you take the blue hyacinths from his grasp and look at them fondly before smiling, and sae thinks the sun is shining again. he’s eternally grateful you understand the sincerity and the regret that comes from those tiny petals.

iv. red roses and the epiphanic awareness of love 

journalists from all around the world are well aware of how much itoshi sae hates interviews. it is always pretty clear with the bored — if not extremely annoyed — expression on his face and the rude answers that make anyone break a cold sweat. he doesn’t like stupid questions (all of them) and much less when the press tries to meddle in his personal business. 

it wasn’t new to be asked about his romantic relationships, and this particular topic was something that made sae scowl and diss whatever nosy, lukewarm journalist decided to pry to earn a penny. by now, everyone knows that inquiring if the midfielder is dating anyone is forbidden territory.

still, the media keeps trying to find small loopholes in what they really want to know, questions safe enough to not enrage the itoshi. it’s one of those that makes sae’s world come to a halt in the middle of a press conference in italy.

“itoshi, can you tell us about the things you love most in life?”

his brain instantly shuts down, and suddenly, sae is no longer in a room with hundreds of microphones and cameras shoved on his face, but instead in a cozy little picnic at the beach with you by his side.

if he was being honest, sae never really thought about things like love for most of his life; and not just the romantic one, but love as a whole. sure, he knew he loved his parents and his little brother, but they were parts of his life he didn’t choose, almost as if those feelings were meant to be there ever since he was born.

thinking about his life growing up, he could never really tell if what he felt was ‘love’ or just ‘like’. did he love soccer? did he love salted kombucha tea? did he love the beach? or were all these things temporary fulfillments that could end at any minute? this feeling was such a difficult concept for sae that he never bothered to actually search for answers. 

but you’ve been dating for seven months now — and sae simply knows, as a universal truth written down his bones, that the feelings he has for you are too otherworldly to fit inside the mere perception of ‘like’. liking you doesn’t do justice to the way his heart leaps and his chest is filled with happiness and peace and anxiousness and euphoria all at once whenever he thinks of you.

it’s the strangest epiphany of the century, he thinks, but that is the exact moment itoshi sae is sure you are the sole definition of love. 

he loves you. he loves you the most in life.

and even if life is hard, because the world always is, loving you amongst this chaos is the easiest thing sae has ever done.

so when he comes back from his trip and you stay over at his penthouse, he tries to demonstrate this overflowing feeling when he touches you and kisses you and makes you fall apart just to put you back together. and when the morning comes and you paddle to the kitchen for breakfast, he is there holding the prettiest bunch of classical red roses with the faintest blush on his face. 

you’re beautiful even with your unruly hair and bleary eyes, and sae is certain he will never get tired of seeing you smile for him. 

with his throat clogged with emotion, the words don’t come out. but you take the flowers in your gentle embrace and kiss him with such fondness and infatuation that he can’t help but wish you understand the deep, unconditional love he feels for you.

“i love you too, baby.”

and thankfully, you always do.

v. pink camellias for longing

longing wasn’t a feeling sae was particularly used to. 

when he left japan at the ripe age of 14, the first few months were especially harsh, since he was in a foreign country with a totally different language and culture. sae found himself missing the place he grew up, not so much for the place itself, but for the comfort its familiarity could bring. he missed rin, too. 

but as time passed and itoshi sae transformed, he stopped viewing japan and everything it had as his home, solely becoming a wandering soul in the big, cruel world. the athlete, then, longed for nothing but to be the best. 

however, he realized that life as he knew would never be the same after falling in love with you, for those feelings were strong as tidal waves, all-consuming and capable of changing everything in its course. 

everytime he was away, sae really fucking missed you.

“how long will you be gone for?”

even before he left. 

“…a month.” 

his voice is low and slightly hesitant. you’re together on the living room couch, watching a shitty rom-com movie that sae hates but always watches because it’s your favorite. his arms are around you while your back rests against his chest, and he feels a little dizzy — whether it’s from your sweet perfume or the fear inside of him, he doesn’t quite know.

though he will never admit it, the midfielder is always scared whenever he has to leave for longer periods of time. because what if you get tired of him? what if you start feeling so alone and neglected you end up hating him? the thought alone is enough to make him want to throw up. 

you turn around to face him, and the little pout of your lips suddenly has him feeling sick. 

“so long? you really have to?”

he sighs, because yeah, unfortunately, he does have to stay that long to follow the team along the season. even if he’d rather stay with you and just fly near game days.

“yeah. i’m sorry, mi amor.”

sae lets you turn around fully and adjust yourself on his lap, each leg sitting comfortably around his hips. both of his hands are immediately holding on your waist, as if afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t. 

“don’t apologize, handsome. i know it’s your job. i’m just gonna miss you a lot.”

he has the urge to kiss your sullen look away, and it’s exactly what he does. his lips touch yours with the same tenderness they always do, but there’s a certain urgency in the way his mouth moves and his tongue carefully glides with yours, as if he’s trying to convey just how much more he will miss you.

because although no one would ever believe him, he always misses you more.

“i wish i could stay here with you,” he says when you part, and the little bashful smile you give him makes his heart soar. 

“but you love what you do, though.”

yeah, but i love you more. the thought is something that has been plaguing his mind during the nearly two years you’ve been together, because sae never expected to have something — or rather someone — who would become his entire world quite like how you do. it’s frightening and dreadful and not what he wished for himself, but sae can’t say that he hates it. there’s nothing about you or the gentleness of your love that he can hate.

that’s why when the time of his trip comes, a beautiful bouquet of pink camellias is placed on your kitchen island, and you know it’s his way of showing his longing for you.

vi. amaranthus and the promise of forever

even if many people disagree, sae knows he is always right. it’s how he knew you were the one even before he had you, and more so even before he realized he wanted you. somehow, it’s always been a truth his mind couldn’t ignore.

it’s on a lazy sunday morning at your shared apartment that itoshi sae is taken by a sudden urge of asking you to marry him. 

there’s nothing extraordinary about the scenery; just you making him a snack after waking up from your — now shared — 3pm nap, hair tied in a bun, swaying your hips while stirring the food on the frying pan. he hugs you from behind and rests his head on your shoulder, nosing at the crook of your neck in an attempt to absorb all that you are. you giggle with the ticklish feeling, and the warmth that spreads through his chest somehow doesn’t feel weird anymore.

somehow, it’s now something he deeply cherishes. sae can only describe being with you as pure bliss.

and he’s always been selfish, a true egoist to its core. it’s why he’s faced with his deepest desire to have the honor of spending a lifetime by your side, if only you’ll have him.

he’s had the ring for a while now, hidden behind several socks in his drawer. it might as well be the time, he thinks; a lazy sunday afternoon that has nothing grandiose. sae was never one for big gestures anyway.

so when you both finish eating, sae tells you he’ll be out for a jog, and you just hum with your pretty smile. his heart is beating abnormally fast when he goes to the flower shop, and by the time he’s back home, he thinks it might just explode.

but this… you are it for him, he’s certain. the same way he was certain four years ago, when your love started to blossom until it became the prettiest garden.

and when sae is down on one knee asking the most important question of his life, ring box in one hand and the bouquet of amaranthus on the other, the teary smile and whispered “yes” you give makes him certain that, no matter what, your love will be eternal.

© 2024 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

[hemmingsleclerc]

is it possible to have olivia meet charles daughter?😭 dad driver fics are my favorite! don’t worry if you can’t, love your works!❤️

The beginning of a friendship┃C.L M.V

summary: where emma jules and olivia verstappen meet

I'm back!!! So so cute this new duo!🥲💗

It was a hot day of racing in the Formula 1 paddock, the sound of cars accelerating filled the air. Charles, the Ferrari driver, walked hand in hand with his pretty daughter Emma Jules. Emma, with her eyes shining, held on tightly to her father's hand as they walked through the place.

Meanwhile, Red Bull Racing driver Max was also accompanied by his 6-year-old daughter, Olivia. Liv, with her blonde hair bouncing as she jumped alongside her father, was eager to explore the thrill of the race.

When they arrived at the track, Olivia's eyes widened with excitement at the sights and sounds of the racing world. But her attention quickly changed when she noticed a girl who appeared to be the same age near her, along with a man in a red suit similar to her father's.

With an excited sound, she waved her father's hand to get his attention.

¿What happend angel?

¿Who's that girl over there daddy?

!Oh, that's charles with his daughter, do you want to say hi to them?

!Yes, yes¡

Max smiled and walked towards Charles with Olivia by his side "Hey, Charles! How are you?"

"Hey, Max, great, you?" Charles responded with a warm smile. "This is my daughter, Emma. And I see you have liv with you today."

Max nodded and his eyes sparkled. "Yes, this is Olivia. She's been dying to meet your little girl since she heard that she would be in the same race as her and would have someone to play with."

Emma, sensing the attention directed at her, peeked behind her father's shoulder, her small hand clutching Charles's shirt.

"Hi, Emma! I'm Olivia Verstappen!" Olivia chirped, taking a step closer, her enthusiasm palpable.

Emma's response was a timid movement, her cheeks flushed with shyness as she buried her face against Charles's chest.

Charles laughed softly, rubbing Emma's back to reassure her. "It's okay, Emm. Olivia is just excited to meet you."

Max crouched down next to Olivia and put a hand on her shoulder. "Emma's a little shy, Liv. Why don't you show her your toys?"

Olivia's eyes widened with excitement as she reached into her small backpack and pulled out some dolls. "Look, Emma! Isn't this great?"

Faced with this action, Charles took Emma out of his arms but she was still a little shy, so she hid behind her father's leg.

Peeking out from behind her father's leg, Emma cast a curious glance at the dolls before tentatively reaching out to touch them. Her fingers touched the pretty dress of one of them and a slight smile appeared at the corners of her lips.

Max and Charles exchanged a knowing smile as they watched the two girls join tentatively over the dolls. Slowly but surely, Emma's shyness faded, replaced by a new sense of curiosity and excitement.

They discovered a shared love for the color pink, and from that moment on, they were inseparable.

Try as they might, Max and Charles couldn't keep the girls apart. Olivia's boundless energy and Emma's newfound confidence kept them attached at the hip all day, much to the amusement of the racing teams and fans.

As the sun began to set on the circuit and the race ended, Max and Charles exchanged bewildered glances. It seemed like their daughters had formed an unbreakable bond in just a few hours.

"Looks like we're in for a long road," Max laughed, as he and Charles resigned themselves to the inevitable play date.

That night they met at Charles's house, where Charles's wife Y/N warmly welcomed Max, his wife, and Liv. The girls wasted no time raiding Emma's collection of costumes, transforming themselves into princesses with joy.

Over a delicious dinner prepared by Y/N, Max and Charles shared stories of their own childhood pranks, marveling at the unlikely friendship blossoming before their eyes.

As the night came to an end, Max couldn't help but smile as he saw Olivia and Emma fast asleep on the couch, wrapped in a tight embrace.

That day, a new friendship was made at the paddock.

[celestelunia]

Is it possible for you to write a Ruggie x fem!Reader where she writes him love letters (you can just mention them not write them if you don’t wanna) and he’s trying to track her down (because she’s been hiding her scent with perfume or sm) and when she does find her, she runs away because she had a plan in mind and he catches up to her and asks her out. Please and thank you

-🥐

Hi 🥐! Thank you for the request!

2 Ruggie requests so far! I hope I can get better at writing him lol! Practice makes perfect as they say~

Hope you enjoy it. ^^

Warnings: none

Characters: Ruggie, Jack, and reader. Reader is she/her.

"Another letter?" Jack asked as he watered his catus.

"Yes!" Ruggie said as he stared at the letter in his hand. This was the 4th one in two weeks! "I just wish I could figure out who it's from!"

After making sure his catcus was all good, the wolf turned to look back at Ruggie. He wasn't sure why he came to him to talk about this, but he also figured Leona wasn't much better. "Whoever it is, they're pretty smart. Putting a different scent on the letters." He said as he could smell the subtle scent of flowers from the letter. Maybe it harder to track down the person's scent.

"I know. Crafty little minx." Ruggie muttered as he let out a sigh. He had never gotten anything like this before. It was exciting, to say the least. He never saw himself as somebody that people might like. In a romantic sense, of course. Not to mention, the women back home were rather strong-willed, but he got the feeling the one leaving him these notes were different. Normally, the thought of a female trying to get his attention terrified him, but this was different.

"Judging by the grin on your face, I'm guessing you don't hate this?" Jack asked as his tail slowly swayed back and forth. While he wasn't sure about things like romance, he was happy to see his senpai so happy.

"I don't. Something about this chase is... exciting." The hyena said as he pocketed the letter. "I will find them. It's only a matter of time. Shyeheehee."

Over the next week, Ruggie did his best to stake out the areas where he had gotten the letters. It didn't help that the person who was sending them kept changing where he found them.

As he sat in the classroom, his nose twitched as the faint smell of flowers caught his attention. A very subtle and familiar scent! Without a second thought, Ruggie jumped up from his chair and rushed out of the room. The handful of students who were there looked confused as their classmate booked it out of the room faster than anyone had seen him move.

Ruggie raced down the hall before he arounded the corner, and as he did, the hyena stopped in his tracks. Bluish-gray eyes met with startled [color] eyes.

"You're..." Ruggie whispered as he recognized the girl in front of him as one of his classmates in potions. In that moment, his eyes moved towards a familiar envelope in the girls' hands.

Ruggie sudden appearance caused you to freeze you as you had completely forgotten about the love letter in your hands. When you saw your crush move his gaze moved towards the letter in your hand, you let put a small "eep" before hiding it behind your back. A move that you suddenly regretted doing the moment you saw that grin on Ruggie's face.

"Found you~" Ruggie grinned, but that victory was short-lived as he watched you suddenly turn and run. "Wha!?" He blinked before snapping out of his surprise. "W-wait a sec!" He yelled as he took chase.

'Noooo!' You mentally screamed in your head as your body went into fight or flight mode, and it was no surprise that you chose flight. You weren't ready for this yet! You had a whole thing planned out! You had spent a whole month putting this plan together, and he already found you? How was that fair!?

Hearing Ruggie's voice call out, you glanced over your shoulder to see him running towards you. "Ah!" You gasped before pushing yourself to run faster. Why was he chasing you!?!?

Hearing the small cry you let out as he noticed you running faster caused the hyenas ears to twitch. Why were you running? Not like it mattered. He wasn't about to be outdone on speed! Ruggie had finally found you, and he wasn't about to let you out of his sights now!

As you ran down the hall, you suddenly turned and placed your hand against the top of the railing before you jumped and flew over the edge. A move the Savanaclaw student wasn't expecting...

With wide eyes, Ruggie ran over to the edge as he looked down in time to see you land before tucking yourself into a roll as you gracefully landed on your feet, not losing an ounce of momentum. You had jumped from the second floor like it was nothing! "Whoa." He whispered impressed before he realized you were getting further away. Jumping from the second floor, Ruggie landed with ease before he resumed his chase.

Students around the courtyard stepped away as they saw you jump from the second floor and ran like your life depended on it.

As you ran, you glanced back over your shoulder to notice that your crush was nowhere in sight. Slowing down a bit, you spun around to get a better look behind you as you start to walk backward. Catching you breathe, you looked around before letting out a sigh. Looked like you had managed to escape him! Take that, you cute hyena!

Or at least you thought you did. Seems you celebrated too early.

You short lived happiness faded when you suddenly felt your back bump into something or someone rather in this case. Tensing up, you leaned your head back and saw Ruggie looking down at you with a grin.

"You're pretty fast!" Ruggie laughed as he reached out to grab your wrist the moment he saw you were about to run again. "Come on now. Why are you trying to run? I caught you fair and square."

Pouting softly as you glanced down at his hand that was gently yet frimly gripped around your wrist. Looks like you were caught.

"You got me." You said with a sigh as you turned to look at Ruggie. "I yield."

Noticing you weren't going to run, he slowly released his hold on your wrist.

A moment of silence surrounded you both as you didn't really know what to say. It wasn't like you were planning to confess today, and your whole plan was now ruined!

"You are the one, right?" Ruggie's voice called out as it snapped you out of your thoughts. "The one leaving me these letters?" As he asked, the Savanaclaw hyena pulled out a couple of your letters that he happened to have on hand.

"You kept them?" You asked as you looked up at your crush with a soft blush. You weren't expecting him to have them.

"Well...yeah." Ruggie said, suddenly feeling a bit bashful as he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. "No one has really given me this kind of letter before." He admitted, and in this moment, you couldn't help but think how adorable he looked. "Look. I'm not one to sit around or wait if there is something I want."

You said nothing as you waited for him to continue.

"H-how about we go out this weekend? If you're free." He added before clearing his throat. He really wasn't used to being this straightforward and honest most of the time. This was definitely new territory for him.

At the question, your eyes widened slightly as the soft blush against your cheeks darkened. Ah. So much for your plans, but somehow, you weren't bothered by that anymore. The plan was to make him notice you, and it worked.

"I would love to." You replied with a happy smile as you held out your hand with the letter you had planned to drop off for him today. "I guess I can give this to you directly now." You added with a laugh.

"I guess so." Ruggie smiled as he enjoyed the sound of your laugh. Reaching out, he took the letter as his ear twitched happily. "How about from now on, you deliver any and all letters to me directly?"

"Deal." You agree as you place your hands behind you back and smile brightly up at him.

Feeling himself blush, Ruggie glanced away with a smile. Your smile really made him feel like he was looking at the sun. It was beautiful...

Seems he would need to brag about his date to Jack next time he saw him.

Meanwhile, Jack was doing his daily jog as he suddenly sneezed. Coming to a stop, he rubbed his nose as he looked up at the blue sky above him. He wasn't sure why, but he got the feeling Ruggie was going to come bother him soon...

[seventiesweetheart]

ANY PATRICK HOCKSTETTER OR VANCE HOPPER FLUFF IMAGINE PLEASE

𓆩♱𓆪 ghost boy.

obsessed! patrick hockstetter x fem! childhood best friend! reader

WARNING. none much, this is purely fluff! but patrick is a teeny tiny bit of a yandere for reader.

A/N. haven’t written in while because of school but thank you so much for the 300 likes on my rafe fic! it warms my heart seeing people repost it sm <3 anyway, i know i’m really late but hope you like this, anon! might make a vance one soon :>

the summer sun beat down on derry, its warmth failing to melt the cool indifference that patrick hockstetter felt towards the world around him. leaning against the graffitied wall of the abandoned factory, he watched the town's inhabitants with a sneer. they were all predictable, annoying, and utterly boring.

all except for y/n.

a smile tugged at his lips as he saw the girl approaching, her hair catching the light of the sun in a way that made his heart stutter. every one else perceived patrick as a mystery, just another one of henry’s best friends which fully meant he was not one to be messed with. but to y/n, he was her best friend since childhood.

"hey, patrick!" she called, her voice bright and cheerful, piercing through the monotonous hum of the town. she jogged up to him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "you won't believe what i found today."

he watched her intently, his gaze suddenly softening. "what is it?" he asked, his voice low and only slightly gruff.

y/n pulled out an old, worn book from her (fav color) backpack. "look at this! i found it in the library. it's full of so many creepy stories about derry. thought you might like it."

patrick took the book from her, his fingers brushing against hers for a brief moment. he felt a jolt of electricity at the contact, but the girl was too oblivious, her attention already shifting to something else.

"thanks," he murmured, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. she was always doing things like this—thinking of him, bringing him things she knew he'd appreciate. it was part of why he liked her so much, part of why his feelings for her had morphed into something deeper, something a bit more obsessive.

y/n plopped down on the ground beside him, leaning back on her hands and tilting her face towards the sky. "it's such a nice day. why don’t we do something fun?”

patrick sat down next to her, the book clutched in his hands. he could feel the warmth radiating from her, the smell of her shampoo filling the air. "like what?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady as he caught a whiff of her scent.

she shrugged, her smile widening. "i don't know. maybe we can explore that old house on neibolt street? i’ve heard it's haunted."

patrick's lips curved into the mischievous smirk that y/n has grown all too familiar with. "sounds like a plan," he said, loving the thrill that danced in her eyes. he'd follow her anywhere, even into the deepest parts of a haunted house. anything to keep her close—to keep her as his.

as they stood up and started walking, patrick's mind comtinued to race with thoughts of her. y/n was the only person in this town who made him feel something other than disdain. she was the light in his otherwise dark world, the only person he could never afford to lose. and though she had no idea, he was determined to keep it that way—at least, for now.

because as long as she didn't know about his little crush, she wouldn't be scared away. and patrick couldn't bear the thought of losing her, his only friend and the only person who made his life in derry so much more bearable.

[pernesophe]

Caught in the Rain by the Shishitoren Captain

(Minors, Ageless and Blank Blogs DNI)

TW: MATURE CONTENT: fluff, a little angst, smut - dirty talk, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration (pnv), fingering, semi-public sex, all characters written as 18+ in mind. MDNI

Synopsis: You are caught by Choji one day on the rain, and become fast friends from there. After the two of you start dating, he takes it slow with you and you feel you have to take matters into your own hands. (Reader has been in a sexually active relationship before, but the partner wasn't good / attentive).

I love Choji sm as a character, so I enjoyed writing this piece, though I think I might edit / add more to it later on. If you’re reading this, then thank you and if you want more wind breaker characters then check out my ML!

It was raining on the day you met the sunshiny captain of Shishitoren. Not like pitter patter rainfall, but a torrential downpour as you sprinted through the streets. Running blindly towards the first bit of cover you saw, which so happened to be a rundown looking theater absolutely plastered in graffiti. As you waited for the rain to stop, huddled under the good parts of the awning, you were shocked to find out that there were people inside. 

Jumping at the sound of the busted looking door behind you swinging open and clanging against the support pole, but you don’t have any time to prepare for what’s about to happen as you are suddenly swept off your feet. Well, more accurately, knocked off your feet as something incredibly fast, hard and aerodynamic (?) slams into you from behind.

“Choji! Someone’s at the front of the door, don’t-” A loud baritone voice comes shouting from inside the theater. It’s far too late for warnings though, as you brace yourself to go skidding across the wet pavement. Tightening your face just as you bring your arms up to avoid the brunt of the fall hitting your jaw, but you never feel the pavement, or even the rain that had been invading through the tears in the awning.

Suddenly, you’re hovering with the ground inches away from your nose, and the rest of your body held at an angle up off the ground. Releasing a trembling breath, and slowly placing your hands on the pavement as the bull in a china shop gracefully lowers you until your knees are also resting on the ground. Finally peering upwards reveals a kind, round face housing a pair of warm, coffee colored eyes that had a honeyed hue reflected in the outdoor lighting, soft mocha locks framed his face as well.

“Sorry, sorry!” Chirping excitedly at you while exuding sunlight from his very core. “I didn’t realize you were out here, are you alright? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Rapid firing his questions as his eyes soften with concern as he tilts his head curiously at your widened eyes and slightly parted lips. Behind him, a tall guy with raven locks and striking green eyes is peering out the door at you and your attacker-turned-savior, concern lining his face too.

“N-no, I’m not hurt! I thought the building was empty so I just didn’t expect you to come out.” Stammering as you finally release the breath you’ve been holding and relax your shoulders. It takes a moment for your body to catch up to your brain and accept that there was no danger present. Shooting an apologetic smile to the adorable guy next you, quickly adding. “I’m sorry for trespassing - I was just trying to get out of the rain.” Explaining your presence at their hangout place with a sheepish grin. He looks thoroughly relieved that you’re unhurt, then beams at you brightly, and you almost feel the need to shield your eyes.

“Why don’t you come inside to get out of the rain?” Offering welcomingly as he straightens and reaches out his hand to help you up. Grasping it lightly and rising to your feet, that’s when you notice that you’re a few inches taller than he is. Something indiscernible flashes in his eyes as he sees your realization, but then your face lights up with an awestruck expression. The fact that he was able to catch, lift, and maneuver you so gracefully despite the size difference thoroughly impressed you.

“That would be great, thank you.” Answering gratefully as you shoot him a kind smile, trying to not give away how much he’s piqued your interest already. Beaming right back, and then he leads you towards the door.

“This is Togame Jo,” motioning to the tall, dark haired guy still in the doorway as he introduces him with a cheery grin. The two of you exchange a polite smile and nod. “And I’m Choji Tomiyama. Are you new around here? I’ve never seen you before.” Tilting his head as his curious tone reflects the gleam in his eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you both, I’m Y/N L/N, and yes I am. I just moved here a week ago, so I got a little lost in the rain.” Informing them as they both nod and offer you a general ‘welcome to town’. “Oh, also, thank you for catching me before!” Adding quickly as you turn to Choji. “I was definitely about to fall flat on my face… You’re really strong. Do you compete in any sports?” As you compliment Choji, it’s like seeing a peacock spread its plumage as he beams brightly at you and throws his shoulders back a bit more. Togame puffs out a laugh and shakes his head at his captain’s ego.

“No sports! We just fight a lot!” Responding cheerily as he completely misses the way your eyes go wide - never having heard that before.

“Oh, so like martial arts?” Inquiring as your curiosity begins to steep.

“Yeah, some, but a lot of people just punch and kick without using a technique like that.” Explaining with a shrug of his shoulders, like you’re already aware of what he’s talking about. Nodding slowly as if you understand, but then you shoot a questioning look at Togame who is avoiding your gaze completely. The three of you arrive at a set of doors that look like they lead into a fancy theater. It sounds loud inside - a lot of whooping, hollering and maybe banging? 

“Y’know Choji, maybe-” Togame starts to voice his reservations, but in true Choji style - the shorter male doesn’t listen and pulls the doors open wide. The scene revealed to you is one you’ve only witnessed in movies. An auditorium with every seat filled with men about Choji and Togame’s age who were all wearing the same orange jackets that they were sporting. They were whooping and cheering as two men fought on stage. It was weird if it were a sport, because you don’t see a referee as the two men punch and kick at each other - spraying blood across the stage.

Choji peers expectantly your way, but you’re just stuck blinking at the scene. Only then does the sunshiny male feel self conscious that maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to show you what seems to be a teenage fight ring. Just as Togame’s mind starts racing to find a response for your questioning look that would put you and Choji at ease - you take a step into the auditorium.

They both exchange bewildered looks as you slowly make your way towards a standing area with a banister. Choji watches apprehensively as you lean forward on your forearms on the banister and watch the fight with rising interest. Cautiously, he approaches and stands next to you, and Togame takes the spot on your other side. In a hushed tone, you speak to both of them.

“Is there a point system? Or is it like whoever is left standing wins?” Turning to ask the question over your shoulder, purely curious. Again, Choji and Togame exchange bewildered looks - thoroughly confused as to why you haven’t run away yet.

“Whoever is left standing wins…” Mumbling just loud enough for you to hear as he peers at you out of the corner of his eye, and finally taking in your features. Soft, flowing locks that draped down your back and framed a face filled with delicate features. Most striking, he thought, were your eyes which were now filled with awe and wonder.

“What do they win? Or is it for, like… glory?” The questions continue rolling off your tongue, again out of pure curiosity, but as you turn to meet Choji’s gaze it is confirmed by the complete lack of judgment in your eyes. You’re practically buzzing with excitement as you wait for his answer.

“Glory, kind of…” Choji murmurs hesitantly again, and when you tilt your head towards him with an expectant look - hoping he would elaborate - he goes on to explain Shishitoren, their ideals and devotion to power. Togame and Choji thought by then, maybe, you’d run away. Instead you listen, enthralled by their little world, as you ask clarifying questions with a curious gleam in your gaze. By the end, you basically knew the history of Shishitoren, how Choji became leader, and all the top ranking fighters there. Just as you were enthralled by them regaling about themselves, Choji was just as enthralled watching you listen intently. A precious notch would form in your brow every time you had a clarifying question, and he adored the way it would smooth out and be replaced by a look of pleasant surprise when he answered it.

It wasn’t long before other members of Shishitoren noticed Choji’s focus for the day, and some of them wondered if this would be a one time thing. It, in fact, was not a one time thing. As it turns out you live around the corner from Ori, and would not only run into Choji and Togame, but the other members of Shishitoren often. Other than the Captain and his Second, who always greeted you and struck up a conversation, the other members were awkward around you - but still kind. They just didn’t know how to receive you yet, or how you fit in at Ori. 

It became abundantly clear with every street fight you witnessed that they were frequently sporting nasty cuts and bruises. Often you would stop injured Shishitoren members on their way to Ori to ask if they had bandages and stuff for their injuries. At first they noncommittally would say yes, even though they were constantly running low, and try to scurry away. It wasn’t long before they learned to just let you help them, because every time they walked by with their injuries still untreated you would ask them about it, or offer them some supplies, or just offer to patch them up yourself. Eventually it became commonplace for the Shishitoren team to visit the little Konbini you worked in to get patched up and be sent on their way with a snack and drink.

In return, you were allowed free reign of Ori after living in the area for only a few months. No one gave you strange looks anymore when you would show up to watch a fight, or to just simply hang out. Choji, Togame and you became very close during that time, but you grew closest to Choji. It was difficult to not want to constantly bask in his warm smile and kind gaze.

The first time he kissed you was right after a big brawl that occurred right behind the Konbini - he had popped his head in to tell you to stay inside for the time being with his signature grin. The fight must’ve been long and arduous because when Choji returned, several hours later after the sun had set, he was covered in blood and was sporting a rather nasty cut above his left brow. Wasting no time patching him up - even going as far as making him take off his shirt so you could thoroughly check him for severe cuts or broken ribs. 

It was then, when you were running the pad of your finger over his ribs for any sign of breaks - with your hair tickling his nose from your face being so close - that he reached down to cup your cheek and kissed you meaningfully. It was in secret as other Shishitoren members were gathering outside - it was exhilarating, and just plain old hot. Choji, ever the passionate man, wasted no time pulling you closer in between his thighs - him sitting on the counter and you standing in front of him - so you could feel his growing bulge on your abdomen. He carded his fingers through your hair to grip the back of your head so he could kiss you ravenously - licking and nipping desperately at your lips until you granted him access. As his tongue roamed your welcoming mouth, his hands mapped your yearning body - running his hand down your side and around your hip so he could grip your ass and lift you even closer to him.

He would’ve gone farther, had you not let out a panicked whine and parted from him with surprised eyes while panting hard. Quickly, you had explained to him that while you like him - this was moving a little too fast for you - and that you wanted to take it slower. Heart beating out of your chest, you fully expected him to reject you and ban you from Ori.

“Okay, I can take it slow, but I don’t wanna risk someone else stealing you away… Will you be my girlfriend?” Dipping his head towards you to punctuate his question, his eyes showed how gravely serious he was as they searched yours for an answer.

“Yeah - I’d really like that.” Breathing out as overwhelming relief drenched your nerves while you beamed up at your now boyfriend. Choji presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, and that was the start of him restraining his desire for you - to not scare you away. At the time, you didn’t realize how much his restraint would come to frustrate you.

Once you and Choji became official, everyone at Shishitoren was overly accepting of the new status. It didn’t change much - you still had free reign of Ori and you still patched up all of their wounds. The only real change is how openly protective Shishitoren members have become towards you in general - you weren’t really expecting it. Apparently it had been ongoing since Choji met you, but none of them had ever let on that their Captain basically told them if they can protect you and they don’t, then he’ll hold them accountable.

Other than that, your and Choji’s relationship stays basically the same… except for the fact that you can’t get the way he kissed you out of your head. Reminding yourself - every day - that you wanted to take it slow, but then you’d be flooded with memories of the way his tongue felt against yours or how breathless he made you and you just want to jump his bones right there. Eventually, you start taking a different approach by wearing outfits that you knew would get him flustered. It never worked though - Choji kept that unwavering smile on his face through any attempt on your part to ruffle his feathers in hopes that would lead to him pinning you somewhere and taking you right there - regardless of who saw. But as you continue your attempts, and your boyfriend remains oblivious, you start to feel self conscious that, despite the kiss, maybe he doesn’t see you like that? Maybe you're too tall? Or too weak? The thoughts swirl in your mind, until one day you take matters into your own hands.

Choji and you are in the recreation room - Choji relaxing on the couch, and you are doing inventory on bandages and supplies. The room was empty other than the two of you, which afforded you a rare chance alone to ogle your boyfriend in peace. As your task comes to an end, slowing your movements so you can watch Choji mindlessly scroll on his phone. Mocha locks hung in front of his eyes from looking over his phone, but the rest of his lithe body is leaning back into the couch with one arm resting along the back. His legs are spread wide which makes his shorter form seem so much more imposing, and for a moment you are struck with the idea to straddle him out of the blue, since his lap looks like such an inviting seat at the moment.

Pushing all self conscious thoughts aside, you take a deep breath before crossing the room to stand in front of Choji. Barely hearing the soft padding of your feet as you approached, but he sees your toes in front of his shoes over the top of his phone. Raising his gaze to your determined one, he flashes you a smile as he tosses his phone to the other end of the couch, and then cocks his head as if he was about to ask what’s wrong.

Before he can speak, you press one of your knees into the cushion next to his thigh - Choji’s eyebrows shoot up as he eyes the hem of your skirt swaying around your thighs - but you continue to sink your other knee into the cushion next to his other thigh and lower yourself completely until you’re straddling his lap. Slowly you reach up to rest your wrists on the hardened muscle of his shoulders as you let one hand dangle over the back of the couch while the other cards your fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck. The whole time you got into position, you watched Choji’s face closely for any sign of discomfort or disgust, but he just watched you in pure awe. Finally, he looks at your face clearly with a dark glint in his eye, but he finds that you’re already blushing badly with a worried look on your face. It was obvious that you didn’t know how to proceed.

“Nervous?” Teasing you softly in a lighthearted tone, and you nod in response which causes his brow to raise questioningly. Then, adjusting slightly so you're sitting completely on his lap, and then he grabs your hips gently and pulls you closer before peering up at you with a concerned notch in his brow.

“Choji… do you think I’m…” beginning slowly, and he gently rubs your lower back with one hand as the other drifts to rest comfortingly on your thigh. It’s an attempt to encourage you to continue, but an inferno ignites under your skin from his touch. Swallowing hard before you meet his gaze with more determination this time, causing a small amused smile to play on his lips. “Do you think I’m attractive?” Murmuring softly, in a tone that says you’re expecting a ‘no’.

“What makes you ask that? I call you beautiful more than I say your name Y/N.” Remarking incredulously, but his smile is still brighter than the sun.

“I-I know… but you don’t touch me, really…” mumbling defensively, avoiding his warming gaze.

“I’m touching you right now,” he teases - not letting you beat around the bush just like how you do with him.

“We hold hands, hug, and share a kiss in private sometimes… but you don’t touch me like…” your words cut off in your throat as tears prick your eyes. Choji stops teasing you then as he brings a hand to cup your cheek and force you to look at him.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me. Whatever you need to say is important, so please tell me.” Assuring you with an unfaltering smile as he thumbs away your tears. 

“I feel like you don’t touch me like you want me…” when Choji’s brow creases slightly, you huff and force yourself to be clearer. “You don’t try to touch me like a boyfriend would… You haven’t tried to kiss me like on that night, when you asked me to be your girlfriend… Why don’t you? Am I not desirable…?” Whispering in a voice is so small that sounds completely defeated as your shoulders slump slightly. His thumb stills on your cheek as he realizes how you've been feeling lately.

“Of course you are.” Affirming in such a deadpan tone, leaving no room for argument, and you just stare at him. “I don’t push it with you because you’re shy about this stuff, and the last thing I want is to scare you away. But if you feel ready, and you want me to touch you like that, then just tell me.” He sounds so nonchalant - like you hadn’t just bared your heart to him - but it actually did make you feel better. Your shoulders felt lighter as you realized he’s just been holding back… you wanted to see how Choji is when he lets himself act on his desires.

“Choji.” Saying meaningfully as you meet his heated gaze with yours. ‘Mhm’ he chirps back. “I want you to touch me… like that… please.” You whisper, that fragile feeling returning tenfold as you wait for his response.

“Finally.” Breath fanning your lips as his lids become half lidded. Cupping your face in one hand, he presses his lips to yours and takes his time feeling you before he nips at your bottom lip for more. Once your lips are parted and you grant him entrance, he is detailed and thorough about claiming your mouth. Caressing and flicking your tongue, and wetting your lips with his saliva. His other hand grips your hip tightly and presses you down so your core grinds against his growing length. At the same time he grinds up against you, completely overwhelming your senses as you whine out his name. Your panties are soaked and dampening his jeans in a matter of moments.

Suddenly, the door flies open and Arima and Kunuma are standing in the doorway bearing witness to their captain groping and tasting you, and more importantly, not stopping.

Whipping your head towards them, you immediately remove your hands from Choji’s hair at the nape of his neck to lay them flat on his chest as you try to lean back and eek out a ‘sorry!’ in their direction. Choji doesn’t let you lean back though, instead he keeps you flush to him, and doesn’t turn to look at the other two guys. Instead he continues peppering kisses along your throat up to your jaw where he pauses and presses his nose to the skin along your jawline, causing your eyes to widen as you peer down at him through the corner of your eye. Choji still doesn’t turn his head to the door, only his dark eyes flick to the two intruders and pin them in place.

“Arima, Kunuma - I’ll come down when she’s finished, okay?” He whispers against your jaw in a light and cheery voice, but there was an undertone that wordlessly conveyed ‘get the fuck out before I remove you’. It didn’t go unnoticed that Choji was deliberate in saying when you finish, and though you don’t know what he means the way his voice rumbled low when he said it made you clench around nothing eagerly. Turning to look at him in surprise, as you prepare to chastise him for not prioritizing his team, but his dark eyes are already trained on you once more as he starts moving you on his lap again - cutting off your protests with a breathy whine of his name that causes him to groan deep in his throat and shoot you a hungry look.

“Can you keep saying my name like that angel?” He says in a low, teasing tone that makes you grab the hair at the nape of his neck this time as he speeds up his pace. You were embarrassed, but the headiness didn’t let you dwell on it as Arima and Kunuma got the hint and quickly shut the door behind them. They made sure to relay that Choji was busy and to not bother them - a Freudian slip on their part. You weren’t worried about being teased though, since Choji may actually kill anyone who makes you feel embarrassed about this.

“What if there’s a turf scuffle, or-“ Preparing to protest his choice, but he spanks your thigh lightly as he flashes an unbothered grin your way.

“I’ve waited this whole time for you to feel ready and have the confidence to tell me what you want - even when you were being so obvious - I’ve waited for you to say it. I’m not going to pass up the chance to reward you for that.” As Choji speaks, he braces an arm around your back and flips you so he’s positioned above you and slotting his hips between yours. “As for a turf scuffle… I’ll deal with it after you’ve finished, and God help them for choosing today to do it.” Growling low and gravelly against your throat as he licks and nips down the opening of your button up blouse to your plush breasts. A breathy moan bubbles out of your chest, despite the underlying threat in Choji’s tone. He meant what he said - he was actually pissed about a potential fight, and did hope God helped them, because once he fucks you to sleep - he’s gonna make them regret not giving him the chance to cuddle you until he passed out.

Refocusing on you, Choji peppers kisses along your collarbone to the point where they meet, and then let his lips drift into the valley of your breasts where he presses sloppy, open mouth kisses to the sensitive flesh there. At the same time, he’s expertly undoing the buttons of your blouse to reveal more of your soft torso to him as you grip into his hair and mewl pathetically under his ministrations. It’s not long that Choji has you in just your bra and panties under him on the couch, his mouth and tongue following his fingers everywhere he touches your priming body. Just as his fingers dance around to your back to unhook your bra, you stop him, and a subtle look of dismay that flashes over his face.

“Choji…” Whining up at him softly with lidded eyes and messy hair splayed around you quells his worries and makes his cock twitch - you already look fucked out of your mind. 

“I wanna touch you too… Let me see you…” Pleading to him with pouty lips as you tug at the hem of his shirt. Choji curses under his breath and looks away from you to try and get some of his control back, then after releasing a trembling breath he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head and tosses it across the room in one motion. Bangs fall over his eyes as he peers down at you again, his lithe chest and torso on display, and even though his arms weren’t that large you could still see the ripple of muscle under the skin as he flexes under your greedy stare. Tilting his head slightly so he can look at you clearly, and suddenly he’s beaming down at you with that typical sunshiney grin that’s doing things to you that you never knew it could. Funnily enough, Choji was having a similar thought about those innocent eyes trained on nothing else but him, and your pouty lips that he’s just dying to see wrapped around his-

Not this time, Choji. This time is all about her. Reminding himself as you reach up and hook your fingers into the band of his jeans and boxers - not meaning to skim the sensitive skin there or the plumage of hair that’s now tickling your fingertips. You almost apologize, but then Choji drops forward, planting his hands on the couch so you’re caged in his arms as his nose brushes yours. For a moment you both stare wide eyed at one another.

“I’m a little more sensitive than I thought,” he chuckles with that look that’s brighter than the sun - breaking the awkward tension. “These too then, I assume?” Asking casually, as if he’s not offering to just strip for you. Your eyes widen under his unflappable smile as you sheepishly nod.

“Yes, please.” Whispering hoarsely as Choji climbs off of you and you prop up on your elbows to watch the show. Unsurprisingly, Choji had no qualms about being naked in front of you - removing his jeans and boxers in .5 seconds before turning to face you without even trying to cover his throbbing cock between his thighs. Immediately your gaze zeroes in on the hardened member. Choji’s cock was average length, but girthier than you would expect with thick veins running along it up to a thick mushroom head that is pretty pink and leaking a drop of precum. As your gaze lingers a little too long - your lips parted in an astonished ‘o’ - Choji twitches his cock so your attention is drawn upwards to his overly amused face.

“If you keep looking at me like that, then my head will get too big for my body.” He teases and then chuckles lowly at the longing look in your eyes - pupils blown wide completely as you no longer care how desperate you look for him. Ignoring his words as you reach your arms out for him - requesting that he return to his position on top of you. Choji follows suit immediately, laying his body fully on top of yours so you can feel the head of his throbbing cock press against your bundle of nerves through your damp panties. Wasting no time bringing his attention back to your breasts where he captures your nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it as he uses one hand to grab your other breast and pinch your nipple. All the while, his free hand is gripping your hip and pinning you to the couch while Choji grinds down on you. Loud mewls and cries tumbled from your lips, accompanied with the most wanton moans around Choji’s name - all of Ori had to hear you by this point, but neither you nor your energetic lover cared, and no one came to interrupt the two of you either. Choji feels his control wearing thin, as he leans back on his heels and hooks his fingers in the band of your panties and rips them down your legs before you can protest. Leaning forward so his mouth is lined up with your puffy folds, and then he slides his hands under your thighs and pushes them up until your knees are to your chest.

“Choji! What are you doing?” Crying out, having no idea what’s to come since no guy you've been with before him has done this to you.

“Shhh…” Cooing softly up at you as he places feather light kisses to your thighs leading to your throbbing core. “I just wanna taste, can I?” Asking eagerly with an excited gleam in his coffee colored eyes. Slowly, you nod at him - still unsure of what he meant. Then, Choji sticks out his tongue and flattens it to your glistening folds before licking a stripe up to your clit where he circles it with the tip of his tongue. Back arching from the moment he started as he then brings his wet muscle down to start slowly tongue fucking you. Even though the pace was so slow - true to his word, he wants to taste you thoroughly - you can feel yourself falling apart on his tongue as that fuzzy feeling starts in your abdomen and grows into a taut string.

Just when you think you can’t take anymore, Choji slides one finger experimentally into your fluttering hole and begins pumping in and out at a languid pace. At the same time, he writes his name on your clit with the tip of his tongue. After you’ve adjusted to one finger, he adds a second and searches for the spongy spot that he knows will make you lose it. As his fingertips prod your gummy walls, and you let out a strangled moan, he begins making a ‘come hither’ motion against it. Changing his approach to your clit as well, choosing to instead wrap his lips around it and suck gently until the string snaps completely and you’re flooded with a buzzing feeling in your veins as your throbbing cunt clenches down on his fingers and your thighs shake. Choji continues pumping his fingers and kissing your clit - working you through your orgasm. “You’re so sweet Y/N... and you took my fingers so well…” Musing, voice low in his chest, as he leans back on his heels and brings his fingers to his mouth - wrapping his glistening lips around them to lick off every last droplet of you. Choji stares down at you with the most awestruck eyes the whole while, which just makes you squirm under his open adoration. Then, you realize your boyfriend hasn’t gotten to feel good at all yet.

“Choji?” Asking in a timid tone as you prop yourself up on your elbows. He cocks one heather colored brow as he removes his fingers with a ‘pop’ from his mouth.

“Hm?” Humming back as he slowly leans forward and places his hands on the couch on either side of your hips, so he is nose to nose with you again. That iconic “Choji” grin plastered on his face as he regards you with curiously pleased eyes.

“Can I make you feel good too?” Pleading in such a small voice that you’re afraid he didn’t hear you, but as you see his eyes widen and blush creep over his cheeks - you know that he did. A pregnant pause passes, and you start to worry that he’s gonna reject you, but then he tilts his head slightly with such a caring look in his eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to - I really, really do… But I don’t want you to feel like we’re moving too fast, or that I’m pushing you…” Explaining himself slowly, trying his best not to reject your feelings. Disappointment flashes across your face and Choji almost apologizes, but then determination quickly replaces it.

“You aren’t pushing me though, I’m asking you for it. Earlier you said that you would touch me like that if I asked… Does that still apply now?” Posing the question, as your tone falters slightly despite your determination as you present your points. Your sunshiney lover releases a sigh of defeat.

“I always forget that you used to debate. I may be good at physical fights, but I’m never winning with words when it comes to you.” Sighing softly as he shakes his head at you with a small smile gracing his lips, and you perk up a bit as you scoot closer to him. “How do you want to…” Peering at you through thick lashes as he gestures to the couch and your naked bodies to silently finish his question.

“Can I be on top?” Proposing quickly as you peer down at his girthy, throbbing cock settled on the tops of his thighs. Bringing your gaze back to his, you see his eyes are wide, but a pleasantly surprised smile plays on his lips. He just nods slowly, trusting that you have an idea of what you want to do, as the two of you get into your positions.

Choji is laid on his back, legs slightly spread and head on the arm of the couch. You are sitting on your knees, straddling his hips with one hand gripping the back of the couch, and the thick head of his cock parting your folds and nudging your entrance. Lithe, strong hands hold onto your hips for stability, but he is letting you take the lead. Enraptured, he watches a notch form in your brows as you oh so slowly sink down onto his cock. The notch deepens as your breathing grows uneven with every inch you take, and as your hips finally meet as he bottoms out - you whine breathily. Your walls try to clench around his impossibly thick member causing him to hiss out a breath to stop himself from bucking his hips.

“Fuck, Choji!” Crying out as you lean forward and splay your hands on his chest. He holds your hips securely in place so you can continue adjusting to his size as he watches with bated breath as you try not to cum just from him entering you. Rubbing soothing circles into the fat of your hips with the pads of his thumbs as your fluttering walls calm around him. Finally, you open your eyes to see your boyfriend has the look of a person who’s just seen God for the first time. The way his blown pupils travel the planes of your face, and down your slightly trembling body to where the two of you connect and then so slowly back up to meet your gaze again - you’d half expect him to start building an altar after this. Involuntarily, your gummy walls clench around him from the blatant want in his stare, and he groans low as he closes his eyes.

“You’re so fucking tight, Y/N… I can’t wait to mold your little hole to my cock.” Murmuring up at you as he slowly opens his eyes, and at the same time he begins lifting you up his cock at a leisurely pace. Shutting your eyes while your lips fall into an ‘o’ as the tip of his cock is poking your entrance again, and then you throw your head back with a strangled cry as he grips you with bruising strength and brings your hips down as he cants his up to meet yours. Starting out with an easy pace - not too hard, or deep since he didn’t want to hurt you - but as that fuzzy feeling starts to return without any of the tautness you begin to whine out in frustration.

“Faster! Harder! Please, Choji!” Your cries echo around the room as you look down at your boyfriend beggingly. Not needing to be told twice as his thrusts turn powerful enough to cause the feet of the couch to thump against the hard floor. Letting his grip lessen on your hips a bit so that he can just thrust upwards causing you to bounce and fall back down his length. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as the tautness in your belly finally starts to form and you dig your fingernails into the back of the couch to try to ground yourself. 

Suddenly, Choji plants his feet flat against the couch which changes his position and causes him to thrust harder and deeper into your sopping cunt as he resumes using a bruising grip on your hips. His hardened, thick tip bumps deliciously against that spongy spot now that’s making stars burst behind your eyes as your whole body tenses. Your gummy walls clench forcefully around Choji, making him hiss, groan and try not to cum on the spot, as your orgasm rips through your body with full force. The pulse from your core to your clit travels through your pelvis, spreading into a tingling buzz that prickles your skin all over. The feeling is crashing through your body so violently that you barely register when Choji growls, “Fuck, Y/N! I’m gonna cum I can-” which is quickly caught off by a low groan followed by an apprehensive hiss. Everything is so intense that you don’t even feel Choji’s white ropes coat and cling to your still pulsing walls as you collapse against his sweat sheened chest. Wrapping his arms around you as he strokes your unruly hair and peppers kisses along your hairline as you shake like a leaf on top of him.

It takes some time for your breathing to steady, but once it does you peer lovingly up at your sunshiney lover, who is already staring down at you with the worshiping look he wore earlier. Quickly you hide your face into his chest as he chuckles and pokes your cheek.

“Why are you hiding?” Tittering softly, but his cheery tone didn’t completely hide his worry.

“If you keep looking at me like that, then my head will get bigger than my body too…” Mumbling softly, parroting his words from earlier, as you bashfully peer up at him. Any worry that may have been brewing disappears in that moment, as his teasing side comes back in full force.

“And, how am I looking at you?” Inquiring with a tilt of his head and a lopsided grin.

“Like I’m so kind of… Deity or something. It seriously looks like you’re thinking of constructing an altar, or a temple after this!” Laughing out while you swat his chest playfully, an embarrassed blush creeping over your cheeks. Choji’s teasing smile is replaced with one of reverence mixed with a sultry heat.

“Maybe I’ll do both.” Claiming with an earnest undertone as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. Your walls clench around Choji’s half hard cock that's started to grow inside of you again, and breath hitches in your throat as your eyes become half lidded.

Just as the two of you lean in for a kiss, the door flies open again. This time Choji is quick enough to grab his Shishitoren jacket and drape it over you before Togame is looming in the doorway, blushing madly. Pinching his nose and sighing deeply before staring Choji right in the eye, who is grinning back at him as if he isn’t currently inside of you. Burying your head in his chest to avoid whatever embarrassment is to come as Togame breaks the silence.

“Choji. There’s a new team moving in our territory - they’re gathering for a fight now - can you…?” Trailing off with a ‘come on’ gesture of his hand to indicate that they need their captain to get to work. Choji laughs lightly and nods.

“I’ll be right down. Wanna give us a minute?” Choji asks with an arch of his brow, and you feel his whole body turn to bedrock as he tenses under you. His fully hardened cock twitches inside of you causing you to whine softly into his chest, and your cheeks to burn. Togame audibly gulps, before walking back out.

“I’m gonna be in the hall. 5 minutes, please Choji.” Is all he says before shutting the door. Once you hear the door click, you peer up at your boyfriend - ready to apologize for whining - but his heated stare is already trained on you. The words die on your tongue as he begins to sit up, with you still securely around him. Your eyes widened at him as his usually cheerful grin turned predatory and he made no attempt to move you off of him. Instead, he quickly maneuvers you around so your back is flush to his back and your knees are parted on either side of his thighs. Grinning wide into your neck, his low voice vibrates against your skin.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he teases, voice like honey. “But I can’t just leave you unsatisfied,” he whispers, voice turning smoky now as one hand snakes around to brace your torso against him and his other hand travels down to play with your clit. As the pad of his finger begins gently circling the bundle of nerves, Choji leans back into the couch and you with him as he plants his feet flat to the floor and begins thrusting upwards with sharp jolts that have the backs of your thighs clapping against the tops of his.

“Cho-Chojiii-” his name is broken off with a sharp gasp escaping your throat as the head of his cock stimulates that spot that makes you feel breathless and teary eyed. “To-Togame is ri-right out-outside!” Throwing your head back with stilted cries as his thrusts cut off your words and the ensuing descent punches the air out of your lungs so deliciously.

“Mhm, think he’d want to watch?” Choji whispers against the shell of your ear before licking a stripe up the nape of your neck, causing you to whine pathetically and clench around him. “Oh? I can call him in if you want… Hey To-” His whisper becomes a little louder as he turns his head towards the door.

“No!” Sobbing out, too overwhelmed to say anything else as your pussy clenches around him again. 

“You’re right, this time is for us, but I think she likes the idea…” Using a teasing tone as he nuzzles into your neck and continues his jolting thrusts. “I wonder what she thinks of me and Togame sharing you?” Murmuring against your pulse point before nipping and licking your sensitive skin. Even before his ministrations began, as soon as you heard the mention of your boyfriend and Togame, your walls begin spasming around his thick cock as you throw your head back and moan so loud. Choji grins into your throat as he picks up the speed of his fingers rubbing mercilessly on your pulsing clit. 

Suddenly, the dam breaks, and your over sensitive core clamps down on him as you cry out his name desperately. His fingers continue stimulating your clit, working you through your orgasm, as your drooling cunt leaks over his thighs, in between them and down onto the couch. Your gummy walls keep milking him for all he’s worth until he stills his hips flash to your plush behind and drops his head onto your shoulder as he releases a second load into you. 

Once the two of you come down, he shifts you off his lap and lays you on the couch, and then he goes to retrieve a damp cloth to clean you and him up. Dressing quickly before he finds you a clean extra large shirt laying around to put you in and a blanket to lay over you. Sleep has already claimed you as you snore softly against the clean part of the couch. Choji can’t help but lovingly stroke your hair and kiss the top of your head before heading out.

Togame is standing in the hall with a hand over his face and a bright blush shining through his fingers. The second Choji shuts the door, his raven haired friend turns on his heel and starts stalking down the hallway to avoid embarrassment. His Captain doesn’t push him, just wears a satisfied grin as he accurately clocks the sexual tension he’s just manifested between his girlfriend and best friend.  As they are exiting the building, Choji sees Sako carrying a hurt Shishitoren member back towards Ori.

“Sako! Leave him in the theater, and grab the First Aid kit from behind the stage. Y/N is resting in the rec room, so don’t let anyone go in there or wake her up, okay?” Instructing the silent male with a cheery grin as Sako continues carrying the other member, grumbling an ‘ok’ back. The only change in his demeanor is that he is now sporting a dark blush over his cheeks - probably from all the noise the two of you made before the team fled Ori. With that the Shishitoren Captain and his Second head towards the sounds of a fight. Choji being a wellspring of boundless energy, rushes forward without hearing any details from a still blushing Kame-chan.

[yesimwriting]

I love ur felix fics sm!! ur one of my fave writers on here<<333 and no I don’t think itd b crazy to write for Nate!! I’d love to see how u would write him!! (Maybe grumpy x sunshine hehe)

hi!! this is such a nice ask :)) i'm so happy you like my felix fics

omg i love ur train of thought for a nate fic!! i've been thinking about that kind of dynamic for them, but in a really niche way

anyways let's have some thoughts on nate jacobs and sunshine/kind of sheltered reader!!

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thinking about the moment in which you find out nate jacobs is your assigned partner for a project that's worth 35% of your final grade. if this was happening to you a year ago, maybe even two or three months ago, you might have been nervous for an entirely different reason.

but you're not that version of yourself anymore. you go out to parties now; you wear shirts to school that your mom buys for you the same way she used to buy you impulse barbies, with a wink as the cashier scans them, making you promise that you won't show dad what you got at the store; you're friends with maddy and cassie...you're on your way to best friends with maddy and cassie.

so you can't dismiss the gossip and the stares nate gets in the halls as a standard part of high school, not the way you used to. you can't just see him across the hall at his locker and mentally acknowledge that you get why girls talk about him the way they do. you can't just get paired up with him for an extremely long assignment and think oh, at least he's cute.

every story maddy's ever mentioned during sleepovers, everything she's teared up about after one too many drinks hits you at full force when your teacher reads your name and then his off of her list.

would she see this as a betrayal? it's not like you picked him and asking for a new partner is out of the question, a fact your teacher made clear at the beginning of the year. but maddy's loyal...fiercely loyal, and she expects that kind of commitment to be symbiotic.

you don't move, can't move until jules leans towards you, so close her hair spills onto your desk. "no fucking way." she whispers it in a way that'd make you laugh if this was about someone else.

you're silent, eyes finally pulling away from a brightly colored poster explaining the roles of each branch of the US government. you turn your head enough to look at where nate sits, the back of the room with a few other football players.

he's already looking at you. and when nate realizes you're finally staring back, he has the audacity to let the corner of his mouth pull into a smug sort of smile you're sure another version of you would have considered swoon worthy.

you're all instructed to use the last few minutes of class time to talk to your new partners, to make some kind of preliminary plan. nate's standing up and you're still recovering from the whiplash.

helplessly, you look over at jules who's clearly trying to get to the other side of the room before nate can get to you. she mouths a "sorry" that feels genuine, and points at the girl she's supposed to work with in a way that feels like over kill. you roll your eyes, picking up your pen and pressing the pad of thumb against its side to have something to do.

nate's in front of you before you know it. he's so tall it's a little intimidating when he's right there, especially with you still sitting. "you're everywhere now." a reference to the fact that you were both at the same party last weekend. you can still hear maddy's slurred i can't believe he's fucking here, before she dragged you out to the house's patio.

he's probably seen you more places. you're around maddy pretty regularly these days and from what you've heard, you wouldn't put stalking above him. he's probably a stalker in the way guys from the news are stalkers, calm and untouchable until they feel like the girl they're watching is moving on. then they snap and some news anchor reports that there were warning signs for months beforehand.

you're partially aware of your potential exaggerations, but you can't bring yourself to care. you've never really interacted with nate, but you want to hate him as more than the monster you hear about when maddy feels like ranting. you want to viscerally hate him. it's such an instinctual tug that you can't pretend it's all about morality. you're craving innate repulsion the way an elementary school girl wants the other half of a magnetic necklace with the word "best" etched into cheap metal. it's kind of pathetic, but then again...

"not last year, or last semester--"

he's baiting you and you're completely aware and you still can't help yourself. "what? it's illegal to make new friends now?"

your tone surprises you more than the fact that you interrupted him. you've never been overly shy, but you've also never been much of a fighter on your own behalf. maybe this is like the parties and barbie-style-bought-shirts, just another facet of the improved you.

nate seems surprised too, only he wears it like there's something funny about it. "no, you've always been friendly."

he says it like there's a joke in there that'd make the football players a few rows back laugh. it digs at you more than it should. he gets under your skin in a way that bugs. maybe that means genuine hatred is on its way.

you look up at him, eyes as unimpressed as you can manage. "so," the word is definite, intentional. "the project..." you're glad for the excuse to turn your attention back to your notebook, "i don't know if you want to work out a time to--"

"i'm leaving in like five minutes." you're about to point out that class doesn't end for another when he explains, "football game." ugh. another thing you can decide to be annoyed about. your homework schedule is now going to revolve around high school football. "can i get your number?" the idea of existing in nate jacobs's phone feels so wrong you can't immediately reply. he picks up on your hesitation, because he tacks on the one phrase that could get you to do anything, "35% of our grade."

you nod once, expression as blank as you can manage as you write out your phone number on the corner of a page. You tear off the bottom corner and hand it to him. "don't save my number."

it's so rude, your jaw almost drops, "what?"

"you're going to see maddy before the project's over, right?"

the implication immediately makes your stomach knot. you're not--you can't not tell maddy. she won't like it, but she can't hold a random partnering against you. and--and it's worse if you don't tell her, because then it's like you're sneaking around with nate. and it's--it's all for school.

"i'm not going to lie to her for you." it's so ridiculous, you can't even hold eye contact. his silence adds a second loop to the knot in your stomach. "why would i lie?" your own genuineness sickens you, you're backtracking immediately. "and--and it's just a dumb school thing, so she probably won't care that much."

"and you're sure she's going to believe that?"

"yes," the word is firm because it has to be. "because that's what it is."

"she gets paranoid."

no, no--he's doing this to get into your head and cause problems. "if she's paranoid it's because you're crazy."

"fine." he shoves the scrap of paper into his pocket. "save my number, don't save my number. tell maddy, don't tell maddy."

you sigh. "why do you care?" they're broken up...even if maddy takes it the wrong way, the fall out will be a you problem.

"she's going to think i fucked you to hurt her." you hate this--the situation, the conversation, the fact that you can't completely dismiss his train of thought. "who's known maddy longer?"

you're about to try again, to defend your friendship with maddy and call him crazy again when the static of the intercom speakers interrupts you. all football players are being called out of class to leave for an away game. nate gives you one last look before turning towards the door.

when jules slips back into her seat and asks if you're okay with everything, you nod and attempt a joke about catching fuck boy germs, but it doesn't come out the way you want it to. she still laughs, so you do too, but that's not as natural as it should be, either.

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lmk if you like this concept/want more of it!! i had fun writing this :))

[localkiss]

Princess Sprinkles!

Vendetta Chris Redfield x fem reader!

cw: dd/lg, creampie, squirting (guys idk how squirting feels like....), multiple orgasms (reader), fingering, pet names, praise kink, oral fixation (reader obv), light mentions of breeding, soft dom!Chris!!, afab terms used, size kink ish.., Chris being silly, Chris being a lil mean one time, and some fluff :3 !! — Lmk if I missed anything.

wc: 2005 !! (🤭 birth year go crazyy LOL!)

notes: if you don't like ddlg just um. Idk don't read 💀!! I fr try not to make the reader teeny tiny but like dude Chris is huge asf.. size kink go brrr 🧎🏻‍���️! I'll be making reader a lil squishy from now on bc I'm not skinny either ☝🏻.Also I used to watch the Bratz babyz movie on repeat sm that the disc got ruined 😭😭 soo.. yes that part is directly from yours truly! Not proof read 😵‍💫

tags: @argreion, @rigorwhoring bc ily guys 😇!!

"Daddy!" You squeal as soon as Chris picks you up and spins you around. Making your fluffy mini pleated skirt twirl upwards.

Chris hoists your pretty body over his shoulders and pats you on the butt, practically skipping towards your shared bedroom. It looks like someone dumped all the squishmallows possible into the master bedroom. He can't help but think of you every time he sees a stuffed animal. Shits rooted in his brain. Stuffies = his angel!

Yeah, he might have to fight with them to make room for himself, but he wouldn't trade it for any other way. He doesn't actually fight them, knowing you'd throw a hissy fit and say "Hate daddy! Forever 'n ever!" Chris's heart shatters like glass whenever you say that.

He's grown softer because of you and those little threats of yours make his heart drop down to the core of the Earth. Would he admit it to team Alpha? No. Never in a million years. But they've got eyes and ears, they're not Patrick Star. Dumb and living under a rock.

Lately he's been covered in hickeys and cute little doodles that're supposed to be like tattoos by yours truly. Goes to work and gets teased by his squad, telling him how you've got him wrapped around your pretty little finger. How much you've changed him, for the better. He always shrugs them off, putting them back to work.

You for sure made Chris cut back on smoking a fuck ton. Constantly crying about how the stench will ruin your stuffies and the coat the walls of the house with a film. You're right, that's for sure. And the fact that second hand smoke is even worse is what clicks it into his head for him. His baby. His sweetheart, could end up dying because of his stupid ass habits.

Chris has lost too many of his men because of his habits. Too many good men. You are his savior. He pounds away the guilt into your needy little cunt. Constantly craving him. Needing him. Loving him. Honest to God, he needs that more than anything in this lifetime.

"Sweetheart," he sighs and sets you down onto the bed. "I missed you. Whatcha been up to?"

"Slept 'n colored and um... Ate some snackies, watch movie, 'n had lotsa juice!" You mumble, eyes glancing around the entire room. Using your hands to talk, as your words get slurred when you're in this state of mind.

Chris presses a faint kiss to your temple and noses down to the underside of your ear. Carefully holding the back of your head with his hand. He gives you more kisses and blows raspberries into your ear, making you squeal and swat at him.

"That's good baby. Glad you had a productive day." Chris smiles at you lovingly.

Your heart then swoons, making you feel all mushy inside. Praise gets him everything from you. Just like you crying out for daddy gets you everything from him!

He lazily starts to unbuckle his belt, pulling it through the loops. Setting it down on the bedside table with a thud. He starts to undo his fly, pushing his pants all the way down, kicking out of them.

Only dressed in his boxers and shirt, he engulfs you with a hug. Nuzzling into your neck, feeling your hands grab ahold of his shirt.

"Daddy?"

"Just recharging honey, hold on." His voice is deep and gruffy, sending chills up your spine.

You lay there, body buzzing with warmth as his figure presses you into the mattress. His hips shift and move against yours, causing you to gasp.

Thighs squeezing against his fit waist and he sighs into your neck. "Daddy's not charge. He excited..." Your fingers tug on his shirt and he sits up.

"Off?" Pointing to his shirt and you clumsily remove your own shirt and skirt. Now both of you are only in your underwear. Well, you still have your white thigh highs on, but still.

He presses your thighs up to your chest and settles in the middle as best as he can. Feeling his skin on your skin feels like heaven. Makes your panties wet, which he's noticed but doesn't want to say anything about it. Knowing you get all shy and embarrassed when he points things out like that. He likes it. Thinks it's cute that you want skin ship.

"So pretty baby," he pushes his hips forward. His cock catching onto your clit with each slow roll. "Pretty pussy, pretty tits. Pretty girl. My pretty girl."

Chris leans back and gets rid of his boxers. Pulling your panties up to slip his cock between your folds. Laying back down on top of you. Humping you instead of fucking you.

You can't complain, his tip his pressing against your clit nicely. Your hips rolling up to meet his and his dick slips inside.

He bottoms out immediately with a growl. "Baby. Did I say you could put it in?" Chastising you with a rough thrust, acting like it's your fault his dick slipped inside of your tiny hole.

"Daddy, didn't mean to. Not m'fault," you whine out, kicking your legs.

"S'okay. Daddy will make it all better." Chris presses a kiss to your forehead and acts like he's going to pull it out. Only to harshly thrust it back into you. "Fuck, princess. She's not wanting to let me go. You hear her crying for me?"

Moaning, you dig your nails into his back, "Daddy, daddy, never leave," you start babbling already.

He groans and rabbits his hips, making the bed rock against the wall.

"Wait, daddy, stuffies no want look, turn," you try to speak as he continues to fuck you like he hates you.

"Shit, okay baby. Hold on," he grunts and turns them around as best as he can. "Better now?"

You nod and go in for a kiss and he meets you halfway. Drooling into your mouth and your tongues swirl together before you suck on his. Moaning as he drives himself deeper inside of you. Squelching sounds and skin on skin echoing in the bedroom. Surely you guys won't get a noise complaint this time!

He spits into your mouth and smears it all over your lips with his thumb, pushing it into your mouth. Who needs a pacifier when you've got daddy's thumb?

Watching your eyes flutter shut and your lips wrapping around his thumb, it sets him off. His other hand driving down between you both and rubbing harshly at your puffy nub.

Biting down, you furrow your eyebrows. Breathing quickly and moaning softly. "Close," you hum around his digit. Sucking on it as you get closer and closer.

Chris's dick hits a special spot inside of you and your body shakes underneath him. Pussy trying to push out his cock as a clear liquid shoots out of you.

"Goddamn, baby, squirting on me, mmhh—fuck..." His hips falter and he dumps his cum inside of you. Resting his body on you, burying you into the bed. Making sure his cum never leaves you.

Chris pulls his thumb out of your mouth and kisses you feverishly. "Putting a baby in you, s'that alright princess?" Your pussy agrees by clenching around his thickness.

But he's acting like you've got a choice, since he's already done the deed. He pulls you up into his arms and you guys slowly make your way to the bath. Still connected and full.

Keeping you in his arms, he reaches down to turn on the water and put in the plug. You giggle and some of his cum starts to spurt out and drip down his balls. He settles in the tub with you on his lap, grabbing the soap to fill it with bubbles.

Chris slowly lifts you off of his length and sets you between his legs. Back pressed against his hairy chest. While his cum dribbles out of you.

His fingers make their way down to your sensitive cunt and slowly dips them inside. "Shh, I know baby," pressing soft kisses to your cheek as you whine and claw weakly at his forearms. The other one is keeping you pressed against him.

"Daddy's helping you baby," he starts to curl his fingers and your legs shake. Clearly overstimulated from earlier. But Chris starts to be a bit greedy, smacking his palm against your pretty little pearl.

Throwing your head back against his shoulder, he coaxes you into another orgasm. With the disguise of helping you get his cum out. If anything, he's trying to fuck it back into. Serious about putting a mini him or you inside of your tummy.

"Baby, almost there. Y'got it princess.. mmh.. cum one more time for daddy? Promise I'll clean you up and get us some donuts with sprinkles on 'em, just the way you like." Man, he's even bribing you! Daddy knows what you really want right now. So you whimper in response.

"Daddy, mmhhff... Daddy oh god! Please, please, please!" Your heels dig into the tub as the water fills it. His lips sucking and biting into your neck is what makes you cream around his digits.

Body convulsing and breath raggedy and higher as you come down from your second high of the night. Chris grabs your face and kisses you all over, mumbling praises into your skin. "Good girl, daddy's so proud of you."

Then, he takes his time washing you off, letting you play with the rubber duckies and splashing water onto him. Putting bubbles on his beard and making one for yourself.

"I daddy! See?" You pout and furrow your eyebrows, taking a drag of an imaginary cigarette. Chris rolls his brown eyes and takes the imaginary cigarette and puts it out.

"Babies can't do that stuff, remember? Only daddies can do that, silly baby girl." He wipes the bubbles off of your face and his, nibbling on your earlobe. Making chewing noises, "Om nom nom, my baby tastes so yummy!"

You squeal and press your face into your shoulder. "Daddy! Got wash so we can eat nummy donut! Donut sprinkle!"

He hums and gets to work. Gently washing your back and hair as you wash your front side and down to your toes. Chris hauls you up and he turns on the shower to wash your hair and his. God knows he needs this shower after training his new squad mates today.

Chris washes his own figure as you cup the water in your tiny hands and splash it up in the air. Watching you pretend you have powers as the water runs down your arms and to the tips of your fingers.

"Alright princess. Let's go get some sprinkled donuts," he pats your heart shaped ass with a chuckle. Wrapping you in a fuzzy towel, he gets to work drying you off. It reminds you of that Bratz babyz movie. Sure reminds him of it too. From how often you guys watched it, the CD stopped working and you threw a fit.

So of course, he bought a couple more, just in case. It's not like he doesn't have the money for it. So why not keep his baby sated with something so simple as a 2000s movie? He even bought you some Bratz dolls and monster high ones. Likes how you squeal and jump around in excitement every time he buys you something so simple as a doll. Makes him happy.

"Princess sprinkles and daddy sprinkles! Getting donut sprinkles! Sprinkles, sprinkles, sprinkles!" You laugh as he puts on your blue matching cinnamoroll pajamas that he spent fifty dollars on. Worth it in his opinion. Looks so cute on you, he can't help but press kisses all over your cheeks.

"Alright, alright, princess sprinkles. Let's go get in the car. Daddy'll buy you all the chocolate sprinkled donuts there is at the bakery." Chris's heart thumps in his chest. Yeah, there's a sprinkled shaped hole with a sprinkle version of you in his heart.

[writingduhh]

i literally got my wisdom teeth removed a few hours ago and i am in PAIN

pls pls can we have some comfort ted to schlatt?

love you sm stay safe 💓💓💓💓

Ahhhh I love this idea! I’m so sorry about your wisdom teeth I’ve heard it’s so painful :( please rest up and take care of yourself! Hope this can offer a little distraction 💜

❥ Jschlatt :

▷ Before your surgery, Schlatt does a deep dive into what you’ll need post-op. How to relieve pain, help you heal faster, and everything in-between. He also makes sure to stock up on tons of soft foods, wanting to make sure you have lots of options

▷ On the way to the office he immediately notices your nervousness. He takes it upon himself to lighten the mood the best he can. If all attempts at humor fail he takes a much sweeter approach.

He lays his hand on your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze. “You’re going to do great, y/n. And I’ll be right here with you.”

▷ After the paperwork has all been signed he tightly hugs you goodbye, gently whispering to you that title be ok. Once you’re taken back he sits down in the waiting room. He insists on staying in the office until you’re done, no matter how long it takes he refuses to leave without you.

▷ As soon as you’re out of surgery schlatt is by your side, making sure you’re comfortable whisky he intensively listens to the nurses aftercare instructions.

▷ Even though you might be a little grumpy or out of it, due to the anesthesia, Schlatt is incredibly patient. If you try to say something but it’s all garbled he listens attentively. He tries his best to decipher your words, occasionally making silly guesses that get you both laughing.

“Can you say that one more time, toots? I couldn’t hear you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and tried again, but somehow it came out even more garbled this time.

“Uhh… you want me to turn it up? Like the radio?”

“No, no, no,” you mumbled, struggling to get the words out. He looked a little flustered now.

“You want to… fuck? Darlin’, you just got out of—” Before he could finish, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

You pointed dramatically at the colorful suckers sat in the cup holder that the receptionist had given you on your way out.

“OH! You want a sucker.”

The two of you broke into laughter, tears forming in your eyes from how hard you were laughing.

Once you both finally caught your breath, Schlatt grabbed one of the suckers from the cup holder and handed it to you, making you smile even wider.

Through the gauze in your mouth you managed to say a “thank you.”

“Of course.” He lovingly says, pressing a kiss on the side of your head.

“Ya know, if you hadn’t just got out of surgery I wouldn’t have said no.” He subtly smirks, earning a playful slap from you.

“Hey! Hey! I’m just being honest.”

▷ When he notices you’re feeling tense from the soreness, schlatt offers to give you a gentle shoulder or neck massage. He’s surprisingly good at it, and you find yourself relaxing under his touch, the pain melting away a bit as he works out the tension.

▷ When you’re too sore or tired to eat by yourself, Schlatt happily feeds you spoonfuls of soup or pudding, joking about how he’s becoming a pro at this. He makes airplane noises just to see you roll your eyes, but you secretly love the attention.

▷ Knowing that you’ve been through a tough time, Schlatt takes it upon himself to spoil you with little gifts. He surprises you with a cozy new blanket, a scented candle, or that book you’ve been eyeing for a while. Each gift comes with a cheeky comment like, “Just a little something to make you smile, even if you’re still puffy.”

▷ He is super protective of you during your recovery. If anyone asks to visit or call, he gently but firmly lets them know that you’re resting and need your space, all while making sure you know that he’s there for anything you need.

▷ He can’t resist teasing you a little about your puffy cheeks, but it’s all in good fun. He pretends to take “before and after” pictures, making goofy faces in each one to match your swollen expression.

▷ If you wake up in the middle of the night feeling uncomfortable or in pain, he is right there to comfort you. He gets you a fresh ice pack, helps you take your meds, and stays up with you until you’re able to fall back asleep, all while holding your hand and whispering reassurances.

❥ Ted :

▷ On the way to the dentist, Ted can sense if you’re feeling a bit anxious. He gives you a lighthearted pep talk, reminding you that it’s just a quick procedure and that he’ll be there every step of the way.

▷ Once you’re taken back into the surgery room he makes his way to a nearby store. He buys all of your favorite treats, drinks, and foods. Well, at least the ones you can eat

▷ Ted is the first face you see the moment you come out of surgery. He gives you a reassuring smile and plants a small kiss on your forehead. Before the nurses can bring out a wheelchair, Ted has already decided to carry you out to the car himself.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks sweetly, cradling you in his arms as he walks through the parking lot.

“Mm, good,” you mumble, your arms snugly wrapped around his neck.

“Alright, let me just figure out how to open the door here…” he grumbles, trying to find a way to reach the door handle without setting you down.

“Ted, it’s okay. You can set me down—I can open my door,” you say softly.

“Nope. It’s my job to take care of you and keep you safe.”

“Well… I think you might need to put me down to be ‘safe,’” you smirk.

He sighs. “Alright, you might’ve got me there.”

Ever so carefully, he lowers you to the ground, his hand resting gently on your back as he ushers you into the passenger seat. He even manages to buckle your seatbelt for you. Not without giving you a quick kiss

▷ On the ride home, Ted reflects on how proud he is of you for getting through the procedure. He playfully teases about how you handled it like a champ and how he’s going to tell everyone how brave you were. His words are full of admiration, making you feel cherished.

▷ When you get home, Ted carefully helps you out of the car, making sure you don’t trip or stumble. He wraps an arm around you to keep you steady, guiding you inside and straight to the couch or bed, where he’s already prepared a cozy spot for you to rest.

▷ Ted is super thoughtful, having already set up a recovery space with everything you might need. He’s laid out blankets, pillows, and has the remote within arm’s reach. He’s also got your medications and a glass of water ready, so you don’t have to worry about a thing.

▷ Once you’re back home and resting, Ted sits quietly beside you, holding your hand or gently stroking your hair. Even if you’re too tired to talk, he stays with you, offering silent support and comfort just by being close.

▷ As you start to come around, Ted sits beside you, keeping the conversation light and soft. He talks about plans for when you’re feeling better, maybe a fun date or a small trip, to give you something to look forward to while you recover.

▷ At night, he insists on sleeping next to you, even if it means squishing into the bed with all the pillows and blankets you have piled up. He keeps an eye on you, waking up occasionally to make sure you’re still comfortable and not in any pain.

[darkeralmond]

conrad x fem reader where y/n is invited to a sleepover with belly but ends up with conrad

prompt options:

“Who cares what anyone else thinks?”

“Can we pretend, just for tonight, that we don’t hate each other?”

“This might sting.”

thank u sm for the requests!!!

A KISS

Conrad Fisher x fem! Reader

synopsis: Y/N is Belly’s best friend who’s coming to Cousins for her birthday. While Belly’s asleep, you go down to get water where you find Conrad. You have to act like you hate him because of an incident that happened a few summers ago, now he finally wants to talk about it.

warnings: fluff, Connie being a cutie, she/her pronouns, Connie helping you with a splinter <3

word count: 1.8K

a/n: These prompts go perfect together! Thank you so much for requesting this, ILY!!

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It was Belly’s birthday and it was your job as her best friend to come down and celebrate it with her. This was the third time you've gone down to Cousins. Once when you were 7 and the other when you were 13.

Belly had been talking a lot about her and Jeremiah recently on the phone which made you feel both happy for her and relieved for yourself. The time you came down when you were 13, something happened between you and Conrad which made you see him differently.

It was a simple game of Spin the Bottle. A game that sparked an unexpected crush. A small kiss that made you feel guiltiest you’ve ever felt. After that, for Belly’s sake, you ignored Conrad. Whenever he’d try to talk to you, you would look the other way. You knew Belly had feelings for him which is why you put her first and yourself second. That’s also your job as her best friend.

When the bus finally made it to your stop, you grabbed your things and Belly’s gift before making your way off the bus. You were greeted with Jeremiah and Belly waiting for you while smiling. “Happy Birthday, Belly!” You rushed over to her and hugged her as tight as you could.

She laughed while hugging you back, “Hi! I missed you so much!” You two practically squished each other with this hug.

You let go and hugged Jeremiah loosely this time. “Hey, Jere!”

He smiled as he hugged you, “Welcome back, Y/N.”

When you finished your reunion with the two, you turned your attention back to Belly and held out the gift bag for her. “I got you a little something.” You shook the bag while smiling wide. She giggled as she took it out of your hands. “We can open it in the car,” you suggested.

You hopped in the back of Jeremiah’s red Jeep while Belly sat in the passenger seat and Jeremiah sat in the driver’s seat. She opened up the bag and pulled the tissue paper out which revealed the present. “Oh, my God!” Her jaw hung open as she pulled out the maroon colored bikini.

Jeremiah’s face turned red as he stared at the bathing suit. “There’s no way you’re gonna wear that,” he teased.

She shot him a look before turning back to you. “Thank you, Y/N. I love it.”

“Anything for my best friend,” you smiled.

Belly laid on the bed next to you fast asleep. Your head throbbed and your mouth felt dry. The alcohol finally set in hours later when you were sober. You needed some fresh air. You slipped out of bed and crept out of Belly’s room. You shut the door gently behind you as you made your way down the hall and down the stairs. It was pitch black, so you had to feel your way around to make sure you didn’t bump into anything.

The house was silent, the only things you could hear were the waves that came from the ocean outside and the occasional groans from the wooden floor below you as you tiptoed through the house.

You entered the kitchen and opened up the fridge door, the light illuminating the whole kitchen. Your eyes squinted at the sudden bright light before quickly adjusting. It seemed like the fridge was full of everything but bottles of water.

“What're you looking for?” You gasped and turned around to see who else was in the room. There he was, sitting on the counter next to the window while sipping on his beer can. Of course he was there. How did you not notice him? You wanted to go back upstairs without another sentence exchanged, but you also really wanted your water. You decided to just look away and put your focus back on the fridge. He sighed, “Can we just pretend, just for the night, that we don’t hate each other?”

Your heart rate accelerated as you let out a small exhale. “I’m just looking for water. That’s it.”

He let out a hum, “Let me see.” He hopped down and walked over to the fridge, his face now fully lit in the fridge light. He had bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in days, he had a cigarette tucked behind his ear, and his breath smelt of alcohol. His arm brushed past you as he stepped in front of you. He reached into the fridge and grabbed a water bottle hidden behind a large carton of orange juice.

He turned to face you while holding out the bottle. He was so close, you watched as his chest rose and fell in rhythm with his breaths. “Thanks,” you said as you took it from his hand. You cracked the top open and took a long sip. Now satisfied, you turned away to head back to Belly’s room. “Can we talk outside?” Conrad asked before you could even make it past the doorway.

You stopped in your tracks and looked back at him, meeting his gaze. You then looked out of the glass doors leading out to the pool. The ripples of the water mixed with the pool lights caused a reflected light to appear on the ceiling. You were just saying how you wanted some fresh air. “Uh, sure.”

He led the way out to the pool deck, he slowly opened the door as to not disturb anyone in the house. You made your outside, sitting down on a chair next to the pool. The view was always beautiful, but you had never seen it at night like this before. The glistening aquamarine pool, the dock strung with lights, the ocean that whispered in the starry night. It was all so beautiful.

Conrad took a seat next to you, whipping out a lighter from his pocket and snagging the cigarette out from behind his ear. He placed it between his lips and lit the end of it. He pulled it out from between his lips and blew out the smoke in an exhale.

He held it out to you, offering you to take a hit. You’ve only smoked a couple of times at parties here and there, so at least you knew what you were doing. You took the cigarette from between his fingers and placed it between your lips. “Why do you hate me, Y/N?” he asked as you blew out cigarette smoke.

You passed it back to him, “I don’t hate you. It’s quite the opposite actually.” You tucked some strands of hair behind your ear. He stared at you, hoping you would say more, but you weren’t about to tell him about Belly’s long time crush on him. It wasn’t your business to tell. “It’s just… I don’t think people would be too happy if they knew how much I don’t hate you.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Who cares what anyone else thinks?” The cigarette hung out of his mouth as he spoke. You looked over at him and met his eyes. “Is it because of the kiss?” He took the cigarette out of his mouth, smoke escaping through his nose as he breathed it out.

You stopped breathing as your mind went blank. You looked out at the dock to avoid eye contact with him, “Nah.” Yes. It was. “I don’t really know…”

He chuckled. “It’s fine, you can tell me.”

You looked up at Belly’s window, paranoid that she could hear your whole conversation with Conrad. You looked over at the dock again then back at him. “Can we walk further down?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said. The two of you got up from your seats and carefully walked down the deck towards the dock. The cold Cousins breeze flowed through your hair as you shivered in your oversized t-shirt. This wasn’t the appropriate attire to be wearing on a cool summer night. Then again, you weren’t expecting to spend your time sneaking around with Conrad outside while Belly was asleep.

You finally made it to the end where you felt comfortable to talk. You looked over at him and sighed. “After the kiss, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you explained. “Belly wasn’t happy after that because she said she didn’t want either one of us breaking each other’s hearts, so I told her I wouldn’t do anything. That’s when I started ignoring you to somehow make those feelings go away, but it didn’t work.” You stared out into the water while frowning. “I know it was just a stupid kiss and that we weren’t gonna start dating after that, but it was the first kiss with someone that made me feel special. It made me feel like we had a spark.”

He sighed, leaning against the wooden railing. “Yeah…the kiss changed me too,” he said. “I hope you know that you have a kind heart, and you’re smart, and you’re one of the best girls I’ve ever met.” He smiled. “If we can’t date, so be it. That doesn’t mean we have to act like we hate each other.”

You nodded your head. “Yeah,” you smiled. You ran your hand against the wooden railing. Before you could pull your hand away, a splinter stuck into your finger deep. You winced as you pulled your hand away swiftly.

“You alright?” He grabbed a hold of your wrist to see your hand. That’s when you both saw how deep the sprinter was. “Let me see if I can get it out,” he said. He attempted to grab it with his fingers, but they were too big to keep a hold of the small wooden splinter. “I’m pretty sure my mom had a pair of tweezers somewhere.”

You nodded your head as the two of you made your way back inside the house. He quietly shut the door behind you two and snuck up the stairs. This was risky, especially if Belly caught you now. That motivated you to stay quiet. You followed him into his mom’s bathroom, shutting the door behind you two. He turned the light on and began searching through her drawers to find her tweezers. You sat down on the toilet seat lid, looking around the beautiful bathroom. The white tiles on the floor, the ceiling pattern, the shower curtain. It all screamed Susannah.

Conrad finally found the tweezers and leaned down in front of you. “This might sting a bit, okay?” You nodded your head. He then pinched the spot where the splinter was, causing you to harshly suck air through your teeth. Then, the pain was over. “Got it.” He threw away the splinter piece and put the tweezers away.

“Thanks,” you said.

“Anytime,” he smiled in response.

[the-kr8tor]

since you asked about twins requests: what if they’re worried that only one of the twins got spider powers? like they were hoping that neither would, or both, but they’re worried that just one twin having them will drive a wedge or feel separate or the like

but no both twins have spidey skills, one just had something less observable develop first (like spidey sense or smth)

Thank you!!! I love the twins sm ❤️ hope you like it, angel!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF

It's Fluffy Friday!

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Billie sits between your legs, babbling away to her sister who wobbles, crawling to her. Various toys are littered around the soft playing mat but Ramona ignores it all. She tries to reach for the teething toy in Billie's hand.

In just seven months, they've started to crawl on their own. Fully aware that it's a bit early for them, you don't ignore that they might have inherited Hobie's spider abilities. You've seen it in Mayday when she was their age, so you anticipate your girls to have the same traits. You just hope that they both get it or they both don't have the abilities, not wanting for their spidey powers to drive a wedge between them if only one of them has it.

They are twins after all, you've heard that twins have a special bond with each other. Even though they look identical, save for Mona having your nose and eyes while Billie looks like a female version of Hobie from her head to her tiny toes. You and Hobie try to encourage individuality between them, that's why you didn't give them similar sounding names or even names starting with the same letter. Not to mention how you dress them differently from each other, always different colors or styles. They've started to voice their own opinions on their clothes too, translating their tiny grunts and excited baby talk to a yes or no.

Despite encouraging them to have their own identity, you and Hobie never separate them. It's not like they'd allow you anyway. Mona and Billie are always together, so much so they even share the same crib, crying their little hearts out once you put Billie in her own crib. You love that they've already got that sisterly bond.

Mona sits up in the most adorable way, trying to stand up despite her baby limbs.

"You can do it, Mona!" You cheer her on, holding Billie's hands to make her clap. Mona makes an adorable determined face, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, cheeks puffed out.

Your eyes widen at what she's trying to do, immediately calling for Hobie.

Said man races from the bathroom, almost tripping on his shorts around his ankles.

"Are you okay?!" He asks, fixing his shorts, panic subsiding when he sees you three just fine and dandy sitting on the twin's playmat.

"Look!" You point excitedly at Mona standing up in her chubby legs.

"Holy sh–smores" Hobie stops himself from swearing since the babies are starting to mimic their words with similar sounding babbles. You definitely don't want their first word to be a swear.

Mona waddles towards you for a second before falling softly on her butt. Lips trembling, her eyes starting to water.

"Aww it's okay, baby" You coo at her, Hobie watches as Billie stands up more effortlessly, baby arms straining a bit, nonetheless she slowly closes the small distance between her and Mona.

"Oh fu–dge" you cover your mouth in surprise, Hand reaching out to Hobie. He joins your side, mirroring your flabbergasted expression.

Billie must've walked five steps but for you and Hobie it felt like she ran a marathon. Billie drops down with a small thump, curls bouncing as she lands next to Mona, handing her the toy. She sniffs, stopping her from crying. They talk as if they have their own language, murmuring to each other.

You hold Hobie while he looks at his daughters with pride. Whether they have powers or not, you both know it wouldn't come between them. Their bond is stronger than anything else in the world. You're already proud of them just by being kind to each other.

"That's my genes at work right there" Hobie smirks, side eyeing you.

You pinch his sides, head laying on his shoulder. He moves his neck to press a kiss on the shell of your ear.

"Do you think they've got your powers?" You whisper it to Hobie so that you don't interrupt the girls' excited chatter. They've recently had a habit of interrupting your time with him, always getting his or your attention away from each other by either crying or doing the most precious thing of crawling towards you.

"There's a chance." He shrugs nonchalantly but inside he wishes they don't. Hobie doesn't want to give that kind of burden to his children. He'd love them even if they have it, Hobie's a hundred percent teaching them how to use their powers responsibly. "What do you think?"

"It's a bit early to tell, I'll still love them the same if they have it or not" looking at him with fondness, "besides, they'll have an amazing teacher if they do"

Hobie chuckles at your comment, leaning down to press a chaste kiss, he gets interrupted before your lips meet. Your girls laugh loudly as Mona throws the teething toy in your direction, saliva flings at your cheek. They laugh louder as you gasp.

"Oi oi oi" Hobie crawls quickly towards them, scooping the twins in his arms. You watch as Hobie play fights with his daughters. Both kids sitting on his stomach, giggling playfully.

"Ow!" He acts hurt when Billie slaps his cheek with all her baby strength. "Help me! Your children are bullying me!—" Mona silences him with her bright yellow blankie to his face.

"Oh now they're my children?!" You join in, attacking Hobie with a tight embrace.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

requesting fluff with dhawan!master x their gn! companion

I tried to make this extra cute and fluffy because I'm such a sucker for those kinds of things (also shout out to my bestest bud @your-next-daydream for helping me come up with this corny ass pun of a title. I love you sm <3)

The One Who Rocks My World (Dhawan! Master x reader)

Warnings: soft! Master (he might be slightly ooc due to a part in this where he gets a little emotional), teeny weeny bit of hurt/comfort, but mostly just lots and lots of fluff

"Ooh, let's go there!" You said in excitement, pointing at a random alien marketplace that popped up on one of the TARDIS console's many screens.

The Master merely sighed, knowing you wouldn't stop pestering him until you got what you wanted. He usually wasn't a fan of random, one off trips (he wasn't The Doctor) but something about you always made it so hard for him to say no.

"Fine, but we're staying for no longer than two hours, three tops. And I'm not buying you anything there." He said sternly, glancing up at you while he punched in the coordinates. "Do you understand?"

You simply squealed happily in response, clapping your hands together. "Yay! I knew you'd say yes!"

Less than twenty minutes later, the two of you arrived at the marketplace. You'd grabbed The Master by the hand and were already starting to drag him towards it before the TARDIS had even landed properly.

"Slow down, the market's not going anywhere in the ten minutes it'll take us to get there," he grumbled, though he made no real attempt to stop you, something he could very well do if he so pleased.

He lingered a little behind you, following you around from vendor to vendor as you oohed and awed over the different wares being sold.

"Remember, I'm not buying you anything, so don't pick anything up if you don't have the money to pay for it," he called after you, watching as you picked up a piece of fabric that was similar to a scarf.

You frowned slightly before putting it back down, knowing full well that even if you did have the money, you most likely wouldn't know how much to give them, and you had no interest in being scammed by some random alien seller, again.

The Master shook his head at your antics, smiling softly to himself. As irritating as you could be sometimes, he did have to admit he found it to be pretty endearing.

He turned to say something else to you before realizing you'd run off again, though to where he wasn't entirely sure. He was about to start tearing apart the entire marketplace looking for you before you suddenly popped up again, this time holding something in your hands.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to figure out what you had. "What's that in your hands?"

"Oh, I found it on the ground over there!" You said while pointing to a beachy area that was littered with small, multicolored stones. "It's for you."

He looked at you in confusion as he took the stone, not quite sure what to say. "What is this?"

"It's a rock." You stated plainly, doing nothing to actually answer his question.

"Yes, I'm well aware of that." He did his best to supress an eye roll. "I mean, why are you giving it to me?"

"Well, because I care about you," you stated as though it should've been obvious. "And you give gifts to people you care about."

That made sense, he supposed, though The Master never really did view himself as someone other people would care for. But, still. A rock?

"Why a rock?" He asked curiously, turning it over in his hands.

"Because it's purple," you simply replied, an unwavering smile on your face. "And you wear purple a lot, so I figured it must be one of your favorite colors. Plus, it reminded me of you."

Your words made him want to cry. You thought about him enough that you were reminded of him in even the smallest of things?

"It's- it's very nice," he choked out, blinking back a sudden onslaught of tears.

You frowned slightly, your forehead creasing in concern. "Aw, don't cry." You immediately wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for a comforting hug.

He wasn't nearly as stiff as he was the first few times you showed him physical affection, but he was obviously still a little awkward about it, holding his arms out to the side while you hugged him.

He glanced yet again at the rock in his hand, watching as the mixture of colors shined brightly in the sun, like his very own kaleidoscope.

The purple color of the stone made him smile, and he very slowly did his best to hug you back properly, not missing the way you seemed to hold on for a bit longer after that.

If this was always what happened when you went on trips together, then he'd have to make sure to plan them more often.

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[fatuismooches]

Hello, so I didn’t see anything in you rules about like pregnancy/parenting so just sharing my brain rot, but feel free to delete this ask if it makes you uncomfortable!!

But, Smooches, as a little guy obsessed with genetics and science (planning on getting a degree in biology and other human sciences!!!ヽ(•̀ω•́ )ゝ✧ (my love for dottore has made me more and more of a deranged scientist…)) I’m just thinking about the Harbingers and how strong/dominant their genes might be…

We’ve only seen one of Childe’s siblings (Teucer) but I imagine in genes are STRONG cause his brother is almost the same as him 😭😭 Like you guys have a kid and they have the same blue eyes and ginger hair as Childe!

I also think it would be funny to have a kid with Dottore. I personally believe his genes are actually pretty recessive, but it’s funny to imagine having a kid with him and they look so similar to him everyone thinks it’s another one of his clones! It’s not until they get older or maybe call Dottore ‘father’ or something that it clicks in everyone’s mind that they’re not a clone!

Also, so many of the Fatui Harbingers have multi-colored hair (Arlecchino, Pantalone, Pierrio, Childe and Scaramouche all having a lighter or darker streak. I assume Columbina’s is dyed?) Just imagine their kid inheriting that!!

Oughh… i know all the harbingers would probably be terrible parents but I wanna be all domestic and lovey with them so bad 😭😭 [📺]

UGH YES THIS IS VERY CUTE,,, I TOO AM THINKING ABOUT THIS NOW! But yeah, I guess I never really thought about it but, you are right they look super alike 😭. (But honestly, I wouldn't be surprised when we meet the rest of Childe's family in Snezhnaya, they all look the same purely because that's what is easiest for HYV 😭)

Having a kid with Childe would be like having a mini him around and he absolutely adores it. It would be funny if you two kept trying to have a mini you, but instead all you got was mini Childes running around the place. 😭 AND DOTTORE 😭 I love that no one realizes it's his actual kid because 1. he's not going out of his way to explain the whole situation and 2. no one is questioning the existence of another blue-haired red-eye rascal. (Though when some people *cough those three particular annoying Harbingers* start to get too close to his kid, his irritation is noticeable.)

I imagine their kid does inherit the hairstreak, but in a different part of their hair 🥹 (Also, Pantalone's and Childe's hair streaks make me WDBAHDABWDW i love it sm. But then again the angst hcs of Pantalone getting the gray streak from using his Delusion make me🥲)

Okay but just hear me out on them being parents!! 😤 Well it's obvious Dottore is... Dottore. He struggles to even be a good husband sometimes, so being a parent is... territory none of us can fathom. But, you know I like to think at the very least, he'll remember how he was treated as a kid when he looks at his child,,, especially if his child looks similar to him. Honestly, he leaves a lot of the actual early parenting to you because well,,, he is Dottore, he does not know how to do these kinds of things, his hands are not meant to raise and love. A lot of the time you have to force him to, and well a lot of the time he spends with his kid is them sitting on his lap while he dumps a lot of scientific facts on his child (trying his best to avoid any unethical ones) Really,, he does love his kid, but the way he shows it well,, will need a lot of work (he has a lot of time to improve though because he'll expand the life span of them as well 😅)

Childe, most obviously, would be a very good father if you ask me. He is a family man, he's taken care of his siblings for a long time, he knows exactly what to do not just for his kid but for you too. Despite how his job may keep him away for periods of time, he spends every ounce of free time that he can give away with his kid!! Pantalone too I think would be good, a lot of it stems from how he struggled a lot as a child and he can never imagine his own child ever going through the same as him,, so i can see him as a pretty good parent :3

See, Pierro has the potential to be a very good parent, however, his job literally consumes all of his time,,, like of course he wants to spend time with his kid! He wants to tell them all about his old home and teach them the history and all! But the Fatui, the Celestia, all of it is far too important for him to spend extended amounts of time with his kid. 💔 And he refuses to let his kid mess up their sleep schedule to spend them with him at ungodly hours of the night... 😭 Capitano, another one who has potential! Unfortunately, as much as you taught him how to be more human and how to love, dealing with a kid is a whole other situation that he has no clue how to navigate,, by all means, he wants to learn, he wants to be a good dad, but it's,, a lot for him. Also scared of hurting his kid because of how tiny they are compared to him,, 😭 When the kid gets older though he starts to settle more in though!

Scaramouche, well, it's canon he's fond of kids! He'll be yelling and insulting everyone else but the minute his kid stumbles into his office all of a sudden he's calm! But with all of his trauma and other stuff going on, he doesn't become a better parent until he becomes Wanderer,, it's then when he really devotes more attention to raising his kid. Also is unconsciously overprotective of his kid because of how he lost the little boy centuries ago, so at least they'll never be in harm's way!

Arlecchino already has experience parenting, though she has work to do in like... the emotional and bonding section. Though she holds her children in the orphanage in a fond light, she still keeps them at arm's length because they are her soldiers... but she loves her kid very much!! Columbina is like, the fun parent, you're the one doing the discipline,, She is the one who loves to dress up your kid,, the one who probably lets them get away not eating their veggies 😭 But she is very very scary when she's mad so your kid knows not to get on her bad side!! Also good at putting the kid to sleep with her singing! Sandrone- well... kind of similar to Dottore. You and her child are the only two people she likes. But she also struggles a lot, and leaves a lot of parenting up to you,, though she and her robots keep a very watchful eye on the kid, she does not want them getting hurt with all the things around her lab! She ends up gaining more confidence when she finds out her kid likes to be in her lab during robot rides 🥹 Signora, I can also see being a pretty good parent! She just gives that vibe! I like to think she also has somewhat of a soft spot for kids! She loves taking care of her kid and watching them grow up :3

(Good luck with pursuing your degree btw! All of that sounds quite cool and I wish you all the best :3)

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Ok based on your most recent post (I am obsessed I love it sm-). I honestly think that once Delta wakes up to see them with him again he'd probably freak out a little bit, and have no idea if this is reality or another nightmare. But once he is able to figure it out, they might be upset and ask Color and Epic questions about the subjects of their nightmares (ex; about the jar one, he might ask why they couldn't hear them and why didn't they bother to look in the jars) and might completely get confused with reality.

I also think that because they had dissociated for so long (probably spanning days or weeks before they came back to reality), he would have gone completely nonverbal and would have switched to sign language (the silence also most likely made them incredibly paranoid - too paranoid to break it by speaking. So, in order to keep the quiet, they silenced themselves and haven't spoken in a good long while), furthering their dissociation and PTSD spiral.

Now of course this would concern Epic and Color, and they'd likely have to explain that the nightmares weren't reality, but would also have to try to get him to explain what the hell had happened during the time they were both gone, and why he hadn't called them for help once they're able to talk in the morning.

(But since you mentioned how they'd probably help Delta fall asleep, I can't help but wonder how they'd react if Delta woke up from a bad nightmare about them, and how the talk in the morning would go?)

I love this addition, it makes complete sense. And now that we’re on the topic about this type of thing, I actually feel like it’d be easier for Color and Epic to understand these things more than it seems.

For Color, it’s due to his relationship with Killer. We all know Killer is a dissociative character who cannot often tell what is and is not real anymore, he spends most of his time dissociating—as opposed to Delta and Beta’s episodes of intense dissociative episodes due to events in their lives.

I’m sure that Color has had to help Killer differentiate between dream, memory, and reality many times before, even if it’s as something as simple as having to lightly touch Killer’s shoulder when walking past—otherwise Killer would probably just assume he’s dreaming or it isn’t real.

On the other hand, if I remember correctly, Epic has very vivid and distressing nightmares where he has to constantly fight against creatures/a creature every night due to his magical eye thing. And as a result he learns actual fighting experience from this, but he also often wakes up in pain and panicking. His nightmares are legitimately traumatizing for him.

So I’m assuming Epic would avoid sleep as much as possible, especially in a case such as this, where a beloved friend needs sleep and can’t afford being woken up by his nightmares.

So I’m assuming that once Delta first wakes up in the middle of the night, Epic would actually already be up. He probably was surprised and taken aback by Delta’s panicking, but is quick to try and calm the two of them down.

And when Delta starts using ASL, looking unnerved at any noise made, is when Epic realizes that it was worse than he and Color had thought. And maybe he considers waking Color up, because Color has always been better with words and calming people down between the three of them, but Delta frantically shakes his head ‘no.’

Epic doesn’t argue against this, although he knows Delta is likely doing this because he doesn’t want to worry Color and be perceived as ‘weak,’ doesn’t want to disturb Color’s rest. So instead Epic, Delta, and Beta wander off into the kitchen for some late night milk and cookies.

Epic asks if they’re ready to talk about it, to which they shake their head no. Epic again doesn’t argue, instead settles on to the couch with them to watch some random tv series. He pretends not to notice how Delta keeps staring at him instead of the show, squeezing Epic’s arm tightly.

By the time morning comes around and Color is waking up, Delta and Beta have still not spoken verbally and haven’t slept. Neither has Epic—which only inevitably concerns Color even more, which only increases when Delta suddenly starts rapidly singing at him once spotted.

Color asks him to slow down as he approaches, he didn’t catch that, Epic turning down the volume on the show and turning to face the others more directly. Once Color is seated, he asks Delta to repeat what he said, more slowly this time.

Why didn’t you two hear us? Why didn’t you open it? Why didn’t you look? Why did you leave? We were screaming.

And Epic and Color share a look, confused, before Color begins prompting them to explain with more questions. Look where? Open what? Leave where?

Gradually, they begin to piece together what happened—often Delta and Beta have to pause when they start dissociating again or get too choked up, Color asks Epic to get them a glass of water at some point, but stops when they start panicking again at the question (don’t leave)—and the whole time Delta’s hands are gripping on to his friends so tightly it almost hurts.

I can see them letting Delta and Beta cry it out and calm down enough before Color starts to explain, helps them piece together what was dream and what was memory, versus what actually happened.

I can see Epic trying to make them laugh using his usual humor and memes, because he can see that their paranoia about the silence is making them cautious to speak and furthering their dissociation. Which of course makes it harder for them to fully process what was happening and what is happening.

I think, once they realized what was happening, Delta and Beta might actually feel ashamed, guilty, and/or embarrassed about how they reacted to something that “didn’t even happen.” Delta probably feels guilty, assuming it means that some part of him thinks of Epic and Color as the type of people who’d do that to them.

To which they’d have to reassure him that, no, it was out of his control and doesn’t make him a bad friend or a bad person for having nightmares and feeling abandoned.

I can also see, if either Delta or Beta realizes what happened before the other did, they will attempt to help comfort and ground the other too; such as Beta petting the body’s hand, or hugging themselves due to not being able to physically hug each other. Talking out loud to soothe each other, reminding the other that not only does Epic and Color still love them, but they love each other, too.

[foxbinnstuff]

expanding more on the ship playlist C: there will be explanations for why I put the songs in there aand the songs themselves!! hope this post is a little fun to read!

a little color coded cuz I loove color coded stuff here!

song lyrics

my opinion based ratings

Other stuff I refrence

I think its just a fun yet far away vibe like this is Kaidou to Saiki to me oh my god

“I’ve been trying, but I can’t hide it from you”

“can’t stop that disco wanting you”

Like I can’t explain it, but its them

Kaidou loving like an excited dog who’s bursting with it and Saiki being a emotionally closed off person not knowing what to do with it, especially when he has a epiphany like “I like him back?!” do you get it

also please imagine them doing that little trending tiktok dance to this song! (if you dont know what I’m talking about just search up “disco dance trend” on tiktok its soo cute) imagine Kaidou being so excited and Saiki just being so fond of him AAAGH

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 6

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 9

I think they admire each other in this sort of way, not exactly admiration for Saiki, but more like a distant adoration

the “when you smile it kills me” line could be for each of them, like I think Saiki has seen Kaidou smile and just crumbled internally at least once, like that little guys is just so ugh, how can’t you?! He just loves Kaidou sm I can’t I CAN’T. And for Kaidou, Saiki smiling is so rare that it would kill just about anyone, ESPECIALLY if you admire him so much to the point where every other word is his damn name like oh my god. Kaidou’s looking at him with shiny eyes when Saiki smiles and he’s like “thats another dude, am I gay?” for a few seconds, but then shrugs it off cuz thats his best alley! of course not!

“when you cry it kills me” Saiki to Kaidou, Saiki to Kaidou Saiki to KAIDOUU COME ON!!!! COME OONN!!!!! lots of talk about being lonely and only having the other holy fuck I’m so sickly for them

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 7

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 7.5

Kaidou to Saiki C: probably in an au where Kaidou knows about Saiki’s powers, but also maybe this song can even apply to cannon because like they are so buddies, Kaidou has dropped his act for the most part around Saiki and the others and thats so special to me…..

the “and I just might know you, too” at the end ARE YOU KIDDING ME its so playful like oh my god. Them in energy and in some of the lyrics too

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 7

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 8.5

idk I just imagine them dating and holding hands and snuggling and being cute to this, like its not exactly them, but it has the energy of them.

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 3

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 8

idk how to explain it, just Saiki to Kaidou about his hero complex and Saiki saying “He should of just used this personality” in the manga AAAGH

AND Kaidou to Saiki in a way but I can’t explain that

I just think about them nervously dancing to this

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 6

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 6

Kaidou to Saiki hehehe about Kaidou’s hero complex, like he loves Saiki so much and and and ok lets take it lyric by lyric

“I never asked you why you walk me through the night” if Saiki really does hate him so much and gind him so annoying, why the hell would he walk him home🤨, like omg we know they do not live on the same street we know that from the christmas party at Saikis, so SO WHY DO THEY END UP AT KAIDOU’S HOUSE THAT ONE TIME WE SAW HIS HOUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME AND WWHY DID IT LOOK LIKE THAT WERE DROPPING HIM OFF LIKE WALKING HIM HOME LIKE COME ON!!!!! (I think of that a lot sorry)

“But I’m tired of romance, I’m tired of romance” BROSKI IS SCARED SCARED OF ROMANTIC FEELINGS

“don’t tell me you’ve had enough, don’t tell me i talk too much!” He’s maybe heard this from people before, I mean he does seem like a fucking bully target so he probably puts self defense up, but in a way he probably knows Saiki at least enjoys a little of his company and isn’t a bully oh my god oh my god kill me kill me kill me

“we both know I’m not that tough, don’t call my bluff”

defensive jumping up and down in front of him, wantinf his attention but not wanting it to be negative like “come on!!!”

“do you wanna take me home, or are you too scared to be alone? I think that we both know (I think that we both know)” something something Kaidou noticing the little things when it comes to Saiki

“but I still wanna dance, though we don’t stand a chance. Come on take my hand, come on take my hand”

Kiadou wants to be around Saiki so bad and genuinely enjoys him like oh my god and he thinks they’re both fucking losers. I also think the “come on take my hand” bit is them taking a chance on each other like they can’t be in romantic relationships, Kaidou’s mom wants him to focus and study and he can’t fucking handle it whils Saiki is a psychic who saves the world every once in a while snd also cannot fucking handle it AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 7.5

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 6

this is like a mix of the feelings they have for each other, “you make me feel like I can be myself instead, but I know you don’t want me around” Kaidou

the first part is Kaidou, the first part is Kaidoi def second part is a little Saiki “I know you’re thinking the same thing, so why are you denying all these new feelings?” Saiki in a huff probably

“cuz I just wanted you around” BOTH OF THEM!!! Mostly Kaidou, Saiki could barley admit that

the “the number you have dialed” part is so them painfully pining, Saiki distancing himself probably and Kaidou trying to get closer like the Yumehara situation, but they already have a devolped close friendship so its PAINFUL for both of them

I can just imagine an animatic of them to this song.

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 7

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 7

them thinking about each other in college and/or them noticing the small things about each other, seeing each other even

I do mostly think this is a Kaidou song

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 4.5

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 6

some of these lyrics aren’t them really, but I do think Kaidou’s thoughts would be sort of like this if he had a crush on Saiki in canon, like dude probably thinks Saiki has a secret relationship with teruhashi or something at one point. I just think about them sometimes.

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 5

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 8.5

Do I even need to explain omg

“Love made me strong enough to be alone, it set me free”

“With my friends friends till the end is where I wanna be”

They are just so soft in this specific Kimya Dawson songs way

“this is so them” factor in lyrics: 10

“this is so them” factor in vibe/atmosphere: 9

Holy wow! I hit the audio limit ok!! Tune in for part 2 next time mayhaps!!!

Also feel free to say just about anything to me! I’m open to taking critiques about not understanding the characters and such :3

[blueberry-sodatab]

you should tell us more about your oc :3c

ok bet

i’m dumping a quick (yes quick) versions of SD-L / Lexi’s lore

past:

back before being picked up by tessa L used to work in child development and mostly in schools with kids around 3-10. she worked as like a teachers assistant and made sure all the kids were ‘up to date’

she got disassembled improperly so tessa was able to find her and pick her up. she arrived when J and N were working but hadn’t met V or cyn. after a few years of working she became almost like a big sister to N and cyn too ig. girly also had a massive crush on J (who wouldn’t? /hj)

one day she came to grab cyn from the basement but found everything that she had been planning, cyn cut her voice box so L couldn’t tell anyone and sent her on her way. L now mute just kinda sat there waiting for whatever cyn had planned. something she deeply regretted doing and blames herself for everything that happened going forward. and i mean everything

more present/on copper-9 now:

she was squad members with N, V, and J. L was still mute which in favor made her really good at killing WD. and she tired to help N meet the quota whenever she could.

J’s and L’s relationship was.. weird now. without tessa J kinda just needed to fill the void and found L perfect to do so because she’d be more willing then anyone. L agreed because who wouldn’t want to get with their crush?

J eventually tried to kill L after she broke company policy or sm. L did die but tripped back online a little later. she crawled into the colony and kinda turned into an eldritch horror monster- not fully because J did hit her with that offline chip she gave N in the first episode.

thad actually past by L ripping up a few WD for parts to repair herself. and being the lovable dumb idiot he is decided to help her because he felt bad.

a while later thad decided to have L now renamed Lexi more into the colony because she could be trusted and it might do her some good. so that’s what Lexi does

she’s also not mute anymore!!! she got fixed! now she won’t shut up

also got a make over, new hair and new eye color. to help blend in and to make her actually live a normal life instead of being forced to kill.

actual present time when the show takes place:

Lexi lived in the colony for a few years and had fully adjusted and only doll and thad know she’s a MD and what happened. she likes doll (because this is oc x cannon. i love them and i don’t care) decided to actually have a good and healthy relationship with her while also being absolute besties with thad.

uzi let’s MD in, she freaks out because she doesn’t want J in here- or V, it just hurt to see N tho. they left she was chill. doll killed people Lexi was kinda trying to not let that happen, but is still on dolls side with all of this.

Lexi goes with doll to get the patch. sees ‘tessa’ and everyone else before absolutely booking it with doll because she knows that’s not tessa. doll dies. cried. then went to help uzi and all that to defeat tessa. beat up J which was really fun for her. and now Lexi could actually reunite with N and V because she doesn’t have to hide and worry J might kill her again.

V kinda hates her but N is super happy. she now clings to thad kinda everywhere like he’s her emotional support dog- she super traumatized at this point so she just needs someone

then boom. lore

i love my little lesbian bean <3