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orellazalonia · 6 days ago

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Caged in Comfort (Pt. 8)

Summary: After recovering from illness, you’re gently introduced to Peter Parker in a soft, controlled playroom in a new part of the tower as a reward for being so good. (Dark Stucky x little!reader)

Warnings/Disclaimer: Minors DNI. Dark Stucky. Age Regression. Forced Age Regression. Slight reference to Labs/Experimentation. Stockholm Syndrome in the future likely. You are responsible for the media you consume.

Word Count: 1.8k+

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It’s been almost two weeks since your fever broke.

You’ve been… good. Or at least you’ve tried to be.

You take your medicine without complaint. You let Steve brush your hair and call you sweetheart. You let Bucky buckle your shoes and wipe your hands after snack time. You color, say “thank you”, and use your softest voice when you answer questions even if your chest tightens every time they praise you for it.

And in return, they’ve given you what they call privileges.

More plushies. More time in the playroom. Your choice for dinner. You’re allowed to sit in Steve’s lap in the morning and drink juice from your ‘favorite’ sippy cup while Bucky reads aloud from children’s books. They tuck you in with even gentler touches now, soothing and slow.

The careful kind of love that’s meant to reshape you.

And it’s working… more than you want to admit.

This morning, Steve smiles as he helps you into your softest hoodie, the one with the floppy bear ears on the hood.

“You’ve been doing so well,” He praises, voice low and proud as he brushes your sleeve smooth down. “You’ve earned a very special reward today.”

Your stomach tightens slightly as you nod. You’re learning not to ask too many questions.

Bucky moves by the door, zipping up his jacket. “We thought it might be good for you to meet someone,” He adds. “Someone like you.”

“Not exactly like you,” Steve corrects gently, “But someone who understands this place. Someone safe.”

You blink slowly. “Someone… little?”

Steve grins. “That’s right.”

Your heart stutters. You don’t know what to expect. You’ve only seen glimpses of others. Sometimes from soft voices down the hall or fleeting images through a crack in a door. But you’re never left alone and you’re never with anyone else.

Until now.

The elevator doors open with a soft chime.

You stay close to Steve’s side, gripping the edge of his sweater with trembling fingers with your stuffed bunny in your other arm. Bucky stands just behind, one hand resting protectively at the small of your back.

“You’re doing good,” Steve says, voice low and encouraging as he leads you into the room.

It’s warm and colorful.

A padded rug covers most of the floor, surrounded by low shelves of toys, storybooks, beanbags, and soft, rounded furniture. A wide window lets in the kind of filtered sunlight that doesn’t burn your eyes.

And in the middle of it all is a boy.

He’s sitting on the floor in navy-blue pajamas patterned with tiny stars, legs crisscrossed and hands busy stacking blocks into a wobbly tower. A stuffed octopus leans lazily against his knee.

When he hears the door open, he looks up and immediately brightens.

“Hi!” He says, springing to his feet. “Oh wow, hey! You’re finally here!”

You freeze. Your hands tighten around Steve’s sweater.

Steve leans down, murmuring near your ear. “It’s alright. That’s Peter. He’s very sweet.”

Bucky steps forward beside you, crouching so his gaze is level with yours. “You’re not expected to talk if you’re not ready,” He says quietly. “Just go sit. We’ll be close.”

The boy, Peter, bounces a little on the heels of his feet but doesn’t get too close. You don’t move an inch while he’s smiling wide, eyes bright and open.

“She’s shy,” Steve says over his shoulder, more for Peter’s benefit.

“That’s okay,” Peter replies easily. “Sometimes I don’t talk right away either. But I made space for her! We have blocks, crayons, and the good snacks are in the cubby–if we get permission.”

Just then, another door swings open.

It’s a man this time, casually dressed in a black tee and jeans, holding a coffee mug in one hand and some kind of sleek-looking tablet in the other. His goatee and sharp eyes make your pulse quicken.

He doesn’t smile, but he nods once at Bucky and Steve.

“Morning, Cap. Frostbite.” His eyes flick to you. “So this is the new one.”

“Tony,” Steve says in warning.

“I didn’t say anything.” Tony sips his coffee. “Just making an observation.”

Peter rushes up and tugs his sleeve. “Dad, can she stay a little while? She hasn’t played anything yet and she looks nice!”

Tony sighs, then ruffles Peter’s hair lightly. “You’ve got twenty minutes, bug. No chaos. No climbing. No trying to ‘fix’ her, you hear me?”

“Yessir!” Peter chirps, then turns to you and grins. “Wanna help me build a robot? Or a tower? Or–ooh, maybe you can help me name my octopus. He’s pink, but I think he might be sad inside.”

You blink at him, overwhelmed by the flood of words.

Your voice barely comes out. “��Hi.”

Peter smiles anyways, not bothered by your lack of enthusiasm so he switches to a simpler question. “Wanna sit? I made a circle so it’s cozier.”

You hesitate.

Your legs feel heavy, like moving will mean something permanent. But Steve gives you a little nudge at your shoulder. “We’ll be right here.”

You move slowly toward Peter, heart fluttering. He’s already sitting back down, reorganizing the blocks into a new pattern. You lower yourself to the rug across from him, hoodie sleeves covering your hands, Mr. Bun tucked under one arm like a secret.

Peter smiles and pushes a red block toward you. “You can have the corner one. That’s the best one.”

You reach out slowly and place it beside his, unsure if this is what you’re supposed to do but doing it anyway.

Peter hums to himself, tapping one foot in rhythm.

“I originally named him Squidward,” He says suddenly, gesturing to his octopus. “Even though he’s not a squid. I think he looks dramatic.”

You glance at the plush toy, then back at him. A small, almost invisible smile tries to tug at your lips. You don’t speak. But you build another block.

That seems to be enough for him.

Behind you, Steve and Bucky settle into low chairs near the corner of the room, talking softly but keeping their eyes on you. Tony’s still nearby, poking at his tablet, but not watching too closely.

You can feel the tension in your chest start to ease. Not completely, but a little.

Peter hums louder as he lines up a yellow block. “It’s more fun when there’s two people. I don’t get to do this with many others.”

You nod once. You still haven’t said a word to him. But you’re sitting and you’re playing.

That, apparently, is good enough.

As the both of you play, you remain quiet and focused on the tower between you.

Peter does most of the talking and the building, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s chatty in a way that feels… harmless. Not sharp like the scientists. Not probing like Steve or Bucky. Just a boy narrating his own little world, like he’s already made peace with it.

“Okay, okay, this is the lookout part,” Peter says, balancing two blue bricks on top of the wobbly tower. “That’s where the jellybean guards stand to protect the princess. You can be the princess if you want–or the knight. You can pick.”

You pause.

Your fingers tighten slightly around Mr. Bun, tucked in your hold like armor. The word princess makes your stomach twist, but not in a bad way. Just… unfamiliar.

Peter tilts his head at you, waiting patiently.

Behind you, Steve gently prompts, “You can choose, honey. Either one.”

You glance at the small tower. Then at Peter’s hopeful face. And after a breath, you whisper, “Princess.”

Peter lights up. “Awesome! Okay, Princess it is.”

You flinch a little at the word, but he doesn’t tease or laugh. He simply accepts it like it’s normal.

Like it’s yours now.

“Squidward’s the king,” Peter continues, placing his stuffed octopus on the little brick throne. “He’s a little over the top, but also chill. You’re his daughter, and I’m the knight. We have to make sure the tower doesn’t fall, or the marshmallow dragons win.”

You blink. Slowly and hesitantly, you place a green block beside the base to reinforce it.

Peter grins. “Nice move, Princess. You’re a natural at this.”

You freeze for a half second at the nickname. But he’s already turned back to the tower, oblivious to how the word makes your heart flutter in confusion.

Behind you, Steve and Bucky exchange a quiet glance.

Peter leans back on his palms, beaming. “You know, it’s more fun when there’s two people. Sometimes I try to do all the characters myself but that gets confusing, and my princess voice isn’t very good.”

You don’t respond, but your shoulders lower slightly. It’s not… awful here. Not this moment, at least.

Peter hums thoughtfully and starts building a new wall beside the throne. “You’re doing really good, by the way. My dad says when you're really good, you get cookies after nap time.”

Your fingers still slightly.

Then, just like that, Peter scrambles to his feet.

“Oh! Can we get cookies now? Or some candy please?” He calls toward the adults. “It’ll be special, it’s her first time here!”

Steve goes to speak but Tony answers first, not even looking up from his tablet. “What’s the rule?”

Peter sighs. “We’re supposed to wait until quiet time.”

“There you go.”

Peter plops back into a beanbag chair dramatically. “Rules ruin everything.”

You blink at him. That kind of casual defiance makes your chest tighten. You wouldn’t say that, you couldn’t. But Peter doesn’t get scolded.

He leans forward again and whispers to you, “Sorry. Sometimes I get excited.”

You nod faintly.

Peter pulls out a nearby snack basket but pauses before opening it. “Are you hungry, Princess?”

You hesitate, but before you can respond, Bucky speaks sharp but calm.

“No snacks right now, sport.”

Peter quickly nods and returns the basket. “Right. Sorry, again.”

Steve gets up and heads over, checking his watch. “Alright, time’s up.”

Peter sits up straighter. “Already?”

“Twenty minutes,” Tony says, shutting off his tablet and rising to his feet. “She’s brand new. Let her go slow.”

Peter sighs, then offers you a softer smile. “Bye, Princess. You can come back soon, right?”

You shift, unsure, and start to rise as Bucky comes over to help you up. His hand brushes the back of your hoodie, straightening it.

“You did really well,” He murmurs. “Stayed sweet. That’s what we like to see.”

“Maybe we’ll come back another time, Peter.” Steve adds.

Peter nods and waves again, “Okay. Bye, Princess!”

You don’t say anything, but you lift your hand just a little and wave back.

It makes Peter beam.

And as Steve and Bucky guide you out of the room, one on either side, you realize you don’t hate spending time with Peter, even if you have to be little.

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lynxgriffin · 1 month ago

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Yeah, the fact that Noelle can equip some swords is fairly ominous! And It's definitely interesting that the shard is one of those few objects that doesn't seem to change between worlds. Just really wonder what is going on with the Knight that they can look like that even jumping between worlds!

Yeah, it's honestly something I really appreciate about the fandom. It's also just a cool time capsule to see what people thought might happen between chapters, and what people prioritized, and then how those priorities and ideas shift with new information. If Undertale was in part a warning to players that overusing a game will detach you from its characters and world, I really feel like Deltarune is an encouragement to engage in fandom in order to take characters beyond what's already been set out for them.

Mmm no, I believe that part of chapter 2 did happen...it showed Queen's car in that scene, and the little bit you do drive her car she literally just has you barrel through everything in the way. That said, it really does feel to me like Susie is the lynchpin to change how the prophecy goes, just based on what Gerson tells her throughout chapter four. What that ending is, though, still don't know.

The images we see describing the heroes are frustratingly vague. Even the silhouette of "the girl" I feel has a duck-or-bunny situation where it could read as Susie facing left with her hair behind her, or Noelle with her hood up and wearing the tattered wings. Hell, I'd even say Ralsei is not 100% certain...during the sermon, Catty describes one of the heroes as being fluffy with horns, and sounding cute. Is that Ralsei or Asriel? Who even knows right now!!

It's hard to focus on because I feel like that could apply to any one of the main characters, or to none at all and something else entirely. All options would be bad!

Heck, right now I'm already afraid of the fact that there is a scary amount of foreshadowing that Kris will lose a hand before we're done!

Geez I have no clue how to choose. Hard to go wrong with Black Knife in chapter four, of course...but I think a lot of my favorite tunes are weighted towards chapter four. From Now On, Hammer of Justice, Gya Ha Ha! are all bangers... Right now I've got Second Sanctuary on repeat. Heck, even 12AM might be my new melancholy "Quiet Water"-esque favorite.

It really does seem to be there's some bigger conspiracy at work with people working with each other in different capacities...Kris and the Knight are involved, Kris and Carol are involved, Carol and the Knight are involved, Asgore is in that mix somewhere as well, and possibly also Alvin?? Honestly I'm going to need a Pepe Silvia corkboard or something to try and work it all out in my mind.

Dragon Blazers is such an interesting aspect of the game, because Dragon Blazers is the in-text media that Deltarune uses to talk about itself. (Cat Petterz almost seems like the inverse of this, the off-the-beaten-path game in comparison to Dragon Blazers' more straightforward adaptation.)

And yeah, that very well could indeed be a reference to something happening to Dess...I think that was a thought some folks had even before the new chapters. The "stay in the party" part could just be about reinterpretation telephone, yeah. It'd be really nice if we had a copy of Lord of the Hammer and knowledge of what happens in Dragon Blazers to compare, but I don't think that'll ever happen.

The prophecy is so vague on both the terms and symbology used that it could refer to Susie and Kris or the Vessel and Noelle. I don't know if we can say for sure that it's not one or the other. I lean towards the latter because I do like the idea that Susie is the wrench in the prophecy, but there's just as much evidence towards the fact that it IS supposed to be about Susie and Kris.

But man, after Susie's whole development where she's so excited about finally being picked for something, about actually being a hero...getting that rug pulled out from under her is going to really hurt if it happens.

#ask lynx stuff #deltarune spoilers #dr spoilers #dr chapter 3 and 4 spoilers #need to consolidate again

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kkobweek · 3 months ago

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Prompt Descriptions Part 3 (Day 6-7)

Day 6: Fashion choices / Flowers

Fashion choices

Clothes, accessories, and hairstyles are an integral part of character design, and they contribute a lot to how we perceive a character. Artists can play dress-up with these two gorgeous men and make them wear absolutely anything 😜 Here are some official art references for ya (the range of these two 😅)

Bonus:

But "Fashion choices" is not only about visuals!

🌸Kakashi's ninken all wear fancy vests with Kakashi's signature henohenomoheji; how were those vests designed in the first place? Was it Kakashi or his father/mother who made them?

🌸How did Obito come up with his masks' designs? Is there a story behind it? If he was so gloomy and indifferent to the 'fake world' why was his first mask bright orange?

🌸You could also present your version of why Kakashi is so adamant about wearing his mask!

🌸It would be fun to imagine what items of clothes are their favorite. Mb Kakashi has a favorite pair of bunny-shaped slippers, or Obito might be too attached to his favorite T-shirt that doesn't fit him anymore (bc of y'know, obiboobs).

🌸What if they go shopping for clothes together? and actively get embarrassed or awkward with every second 😄Or mb Obito is trying to pick a cool outfit to attract girls, and Kakashi is (deliberately or not) sabotaging his shopping?

🌸They could be helping each other put on a uniform or a multi-layered ceremonial kimono. Or they could help each other out of their clothes as well... 😶‍🌫️

Flowers

🌸Flowers are wonderful because you can turn them into a symbol, a hidden message, a reminder, or a gift.

🌸Hanakotoba, the language of flowers, could be used by a character to say something they are too afraid to say with words.

🌸Obito is a mokuton user, what if one day he decides to master the art of arranging flowers as well? Or mb Obito and Kakashi go to an ikebana class on a date? :D

🌸Mb it's hanami season and a group of friends is having a party under a sakura tree?

🌸A fresh bouquet of flowers appears by the hospital bed every morning or at home on a window sill and nobody knows who it is from?

🌸Kids making flower crowns for each other just for fun!

Day 7: Letters / Diary | Ceremony / Rituals

Letters / Diary

Letters… ✉️

Letters may be a bridge between those sides of the characters that they can't easily express in real life, but on paper they can finally be honest.

🌸When Obito is on a long journey, mission, or redemption trip, they can start writing letters to each other — about their lives, problems, achievements, fears and happy moments… what they dreamed about at night, or what they had for breakfast.

They get reacquainted via those letters.

It's a good way to ask questions about Obito's life — Kakashi has time to think, to decide what he wants to share and to put into words. Their "catching up" becomes more mindful, less emotional, probably even more sincere. They can't see each other's worried faces when they admit their mistakes, and they can write "risky" things too.

🌸 Imagine Kakashi rereading a fresh letter again and again, thinking all day about how to reply (instead of his Hokage duties). He has to force himself to refocus on work ten times a day.

🌸Imagine the high voltage of the first meeting after hundreds of letters — Kakashi's hair standing on end even more than usual!

🌸Imagine the powerful flow of acceptance, recognition and love filling the dry riverbed of longing they've dug out through all those letters — when they finally meet.

🌸It could be a mix of letters and diary as a coping mechanism: Kakashi writing letters to Obito, knowing he's dead, but unable to stop talking to him. He writes "therapy letters" or a kind of diary, but every entry starts with "Dear Obito". He's attached to that ephemeral image as ever. (What if Tobi found this diary in Kakashi's room and got a glimpse into Kakashi's real thoughts and feelings?)

🌸What if Kakashi got a letter from Tobi?

🌸Or it could be a letter from Rin, like in this headcanon, in which she tries to explain Obito to Kakashi.

🌸What if Kakashi was captured, but somehow managed to write a pack of letters to (jounin?) Obito and send or hide them somewhere, hoping they'd be found? He knew he’d die this time — and the letters were raw and honest.

When Obito receives or finds them, he gets to know the parts of Kakashi he never hoped to reach. Kakashi offers him all the stories he never told — the sad ones, the funny ones, the tender ones.

He writes about why he wore a mask.

He writes about his darkest ANBU days… About the time he decided to kill himself but couldn’t.

Things he wished he could share one day — with a friend, with someone he loved, with Obito. But he never did. And these letters…

These were his last chance.

Ceremony / Rituals

🌸What if we think about clan traditions? The Uchiha must have some rites of passage for their young. For example, when sb awakens their sharingan, they are invited to visit the Naka Shrine and perform a small ritual asking the deities for guidance.

🌸The Hatake clan is way more mysterious. So what if little/teen Kakashi feels sad about not knowing the traditions and rituals of his own clan? Mb Obito helps him create his own traditions? And when they grow up Kakashi still sticks to them?

🌸It could be an academy graduation ceremony or a party to celebrate a rank promotion! Mb it's baby Obito's or baby Kakashi's first recital at daycare? Or who knows, it's their children's first school play.

🌸(okay-okay, we're getting there) The wedding! 😄It's completely within your power to get them married! Is it a marriage for politics or tax benefit? Are they getting fake-married for whatever reason? Have they finally come to realize they are each other's family? Was the proposal as perfect as it was in Kakashi's favorite part of Icha Icha? Did Team 7 mess up the ceremony in some way? So many ways to go!

🌸A ritual could be healing or therapeutical. It even could be the "true love's kiss" trope, but with a kkob flavor.

#kkobweek2025 #prompt explained #kakaobi #obikaka #kakashi #obito #obkk #kkob #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #uchiha obito #obito uchiha #naruto #art refs

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pandajaye · 5 months ago

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Like Bunnies 🐰

characters: bunny hybrid!seo changbin, bunny hybrid!black fem reader, quokka hybrid!han jisung

changbin bunny hybrid reference image

pairings: bunny hybrid!seo changbin x bunny hybrid!black fem reader

fandom: Stray Kids/Skz

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 5.4k

warnings: cringey love text conversations, kissing, biting, groping, nudity, breast play/nipple play, oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, cursing, breeding kink, descriptions of genitalia, descriptions of sexual bodily fluids, anal play, successful breeding, mention of marriage

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for a while now but I wasn’t sure if I should because I thought there was like a thin line between writing hybrids and z*ophilia and I didn’t want to go into this stumbling. I’ve done some research and given myself some time to really think on it and now I feel prepared and ready to get into this. Please enjoy!

summary: you love when your bf, Seo Changbin, comes over to stay the weekend with you! he loves his members dearly but he also loves you too and tries to make time by taking you on random dates during some weeks and spending full weekends with you every once in a while. the two of you have a wonderful friday night and wake up saturday morning feeling extra lovey dovey on each other, a little too cuddly, somewhat, Like Bunnies 🐰

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The sun shines through the blinds of your bedroom window. It’s warm everywhere that the light touches. You gradually come awake, your nose twitching lightly from being dry. It was absolutely necessary for your room to stay cold at night. However, to protect your sensitive sinuses, you tried to make it a habit to turn the AC down when it was time to sleep. It’s not unlike you to forget but the reasons are different most of the time. In this situation, the reason was a great one. You had been waiting all week for your boyfriend to come stay with you. Every day, during every text or phone conversation between the two of you, it was important that you express your excitement.

✨ (your messages: 🩷; his messages: 🩵) ✨

🩷: ‘bini bini bini!’

🩵: ‘yes luv?’

🩷: ‘I’m so excited!! 😆’

🩵: ‘I know luv 🥰’

🩵: ‘me toooo <3’

🩷: ‘we’re gonna have so much fun oky?’

🩷: ‘*okay?’

🩷: ‘i promise!’

🩵: ‘i know we will, it’s gonna be so much fun’

🩵: ‘i miss u during the busy weeks :(’

🩵: ‘my cutie bunny baby’

🩵: ‘i wanna cuddle even now :’(’

🩷: ‘ahhh, u miss me, luvbun? 🥺’

🩷: ‘waaaah :’)’

🩷: ‘ur so cute! let’s kiss the whole time okay 😘’

🩵: ‘yes pls bb 😙❤️’

🩵: ‘okay I have to go, jisung-ie is looking at my phone’

🩵: ‘he says “hi” and that we’re cringey’

🩷: ‘aw man :’(’

🩷: ‘tell him I said hi and that he’s the meanest rat ever’

🩵: ‘okay! 😈’

🩵: ‘he says he’s not a rat, he’s a quokka, and that you have to respect your elders’

🩷: ‘tell him i’m sorry and that i’ll make cookies for you to bring him 🤧🥺’

🩵: ‘he says he forgives you and he’ll see you soon’

🩷: ‘yayayay! 🥳’

🩵: ‘I have to go now too bunbun 😞’

🩷: ‘nooo 😭’

🩵: ‘sorryyy’

🩵: ‘I’ll text you when I leave practice okay?’

🩷: ‘okayyyy’

🩷: ‘bye luvbun ily😘❤️’

🩵: ‘bye bunbun ily2🥰😘❤️’

✨ end of text convo ✨

Your conversations between each other are… quirky… to say nicely. The two of you don’t really care. You’re adults, you pay for the phones you’re using. You can do whatever you want. That and you’re in love. Changbin is so sweet. He works so hard as an artist. Producing, rapping, singing, dancing, modeling. It’s kind of hard to watch him be on stage, seeing other girls throw their hearts out to him. You keep yourself sane by reminding yourself that it’s just for appearances and to keep the fans happy. Still, they’re all so pretty and cute. ‘They could easily have him.’ you think to yourself sometimes. The one time you mumbled it out loud with him around, he lectured you for it.

“I don’t care about them the way I care about you. They can’t have me. You have me. We were meant to be. There is nothing else besides you and me. Never has been, never will be.” Changbin’s ears had flattened out from how intense he felt. When he noticed the tears in your eyes, they completely flopped when he softened himself. “I love you so much. Please don’t compare yourself to others. You are so beautiful and sweet and smart. I love everything about you. I love spending time with you and being able to have you in my life. I’m proud to have you as my doe. I want you to focus on our love. Not the love you think someone else could give me.” You can still remember how compassionate and stern his voice was back then. His gentleness when he pulled you into a hug and held you in his arms, careful not to hurt your ears, was very needed in that moment.

You cried into his chest for a few minutes before the two of you went to lay down and take a nap to recharge. It took a while but after that day, you worked hard to never view yourself negatively like that again. Changbin has been there for you as much as he can and for that, you’re there for him at every opportunity. He tells you all the time about how spending time with you helps him feel better after a long, hard week. Sometimes just the smell of your perfume or the sound of your voice can help him clear his head. It’s so relaxing when you groom his ears for him, and he likes doing it for you, too. He says it’s cute how your tail flutters when he hits a good spot. It makes you blush hard but it also fills your heart up. You two are truly meant to be together. There’s no doubt in your minds’.

Sleep falls from your eyelashes and allows them to softly blink open. A smile grows on your lips while you do your first stretch of the day. The groan and sigh from deep in your chest causes Changbin’s nose to wiggle and he wakes up as well. You watch his eyes open and regress back into a squint then close again with a smile. “Good morning, sweetie.” His sleepy voice makes you grin. “Good morning, honey.” You lay on your side so the two of you can be face to face. He opens his eyes again and moves forward with pouty lips. “Kiss?” He requests. You meet him with soft but slightly dry lips. “How did you sleep? Good?” You kiss his nose this time. “Mhm. Really good.” It’s his turn to stretch and it ends with holding onto your hip, slightly massaging it. He’s not slick at all, though. He tries to start small talk by asking if you slept well while his hand massages its way under your sleep shirt.

“I slept well. Did you happen to have dreams about me, Bini?” You raise an eyebrow, your plan to expose him is starting with an interrogation. “Mmm.. can’t remember…” Bin mumbles. He moves in closer, putting his face in your neck and giving you light kisses. Your nose scrunches and your upper lip twitches at the tickling feeling. “I think you’re dreaming about me right now. Am I right?” You ask. He nods, his thigh resting on top of yours. “You smell good. Your perfume lasts so long. ‘Smell so sweet…” You’re lost in his kisses becoming sloppier, completely unaware of his body reacting to being close to you. “You know what we haven’t done in a while?” “What’s that?” Your answer comes out in an almost whisper. “We haven’t had morning sex in a long time.” He leans back to look at your face and is satisfied with the excitement in your eyes. “Should we? Do you want to? Right now?” You can feel your tail fluttering against the covers. “Mhm. Do you want to?” You nod just like he does. “Let’s do it.” “Let’s.”

You two move at the same time, you put yourself higher up on the pillows and lay on your back while he gets between your legs. He leans forward and you share a few pecks on the lips before his tongue makes its appearance. Your lips part immediately and you allow his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth. Your morning breath is pretty non-existent but he wouldn’t care if you did have it, you still love to taste each other’s. The kisses get sloppier in increments. His hand is warm as it travels under your sleep shirt and up your belly to your chest. He bites your lip and you moan at his fingertips teasing your nipple. “Ah… Binnie…” You bite your lip after him and squirm. “I got you, bunbun~” Changbin pushes your shirt up over your chest and admires the beauties in front of him. He uses both hands to massage them gingerly. “Breasts don’t make the woman but I lose my mind at how… blessed… you are everytime. Mm~” You blush at his words, wanting so badly to cover your face.

People always make comments or give you looks over your chest, the only ones welcome are your doctor’s and Changbin’s. He’s joked about how they barely fit in his hands before and left you completely flustered and wanting to hibernate for the rest of the month. Even your inner ears went from pink to red that day. Now, here you are, flustered again, watching his mouth open as he dips down and takes your nipple into his mouth. The pink of his tongue contrasts so cutely against your dark skin. And he knows how sensitive they are. That’s why he looks into your eyes when his tongue swirls around it, making it grow. “B-Binnie…~” You moan, your lip quivering. “Mmm, Choco~” He coos before slurping. “Binnie! Shut up!” He just has to make a ‘you taste like chocolate’ joke when a part of you is in his mouth. It always gets old but he’s goofy like that. He giggles for a second before going back in. Between your thighs, your cunt is starting to relax and slick is forming. His lips press together to pull your nipple as he leans back, immediately going back in to suckle some more. On his other hand, his thumb rubs circles around your other nipple, occasionally tapping it. The second it grows, he carefully pinches it and rolls it between his fingers. You love when he plays with your chest, it always gets you going in a short amount of time.

For Binnie, seeing your chest exposed like this turns him on a lot. He does consider himself an ‘ass’ man, but he loves every vulnerable part of your body, not just your backside. The more he suckles and toys with your breasts, the more his arousal increases. He already has a nice girth when soft but erected he was thick and had an appropriate length. He’d always stretch you out and had generous but not overwhelming contact with your g-spot where it would hurt you. It was another ‘made for each other’ type of thing. After a few seconds, he moved to the other breast to give it as much attention as the first. Only this time, his hand didn’t stay to play with your free nipple. Instead, he reached under you and grabbed the waistband of your shorts. “Do I have your permission to take this off, bunny?” He asks politely, taking a break from your tit. You nod quickly while licking your lips. “Yes, please~” Your answer is eager, indicating you’re ready for more. He leans back and uses both hands to pull the waistband under your ass then up your thighs, tossing them to the fuzzy rug below your bed. He smiles a bit, always excited to see the stretch marks on your tummy and hips. They were so sexy to him and he let you know that every time he saw them. “Sexy bunny~” He flirts, smirking at you and making you blush even more.

After a few more kisses and suckles on both of your nipples, he kisses the center of your chest and trails them down your belly. He stops here for a few seconds to cover the rest of your tummy in kisses then circles back to his original trail right over your belly pudge. “Do I have permission to go further? I’m so hungry for you, baby~” He’s so polite when he asks for consent, it’s bare minimum but you like it a lot anyways. Once again, you nod, and he takes his opportunity. He moves himself back on the bed, reaching down into his boxers to stroke himself. You open your thighs wider for him to have all the space he needs. He kisses your inner thighs, switching between left and right, and getting closer to the center of his desires. The first kiss on your cunt isn’t shy at all. He makes out with your folds confidently from the start. “Ah!” Your little yelp is so cute to him. His tongue slides through your slit hungrily. Those famous Bratz lips of his feel as beautiful as they look against your vulnerable parts.

Changbin knows your body well. He takes pride in it as your boyfriend. He focuses on your clit immediately because he put in the work to learn how to please you. He loves you and wants to do right by you, especially if that involves giving you head that’ll make your thighs quiver. “Ahhh, B-Binnie… feels gooood…” you whine. Your mouth always turns into a frown similar to his upside down smile once you start losing your grip. The pressure of his tongue on your clit is energizing. There’s a rush in your tummy that’s rolling in like thunderstorm clouds, destined to grow the more he consumes your flavors. Those flavors of yours, mixed with the sounds of your pleasure, become the reason for the wet spot in his boxers. He’s just as weak for you as you are for him. Your ability to make him horny and out of his mind was strong and something he was obsessed with when it happens. His jaw is strong, guiding his mouth so his tongue can make circles around your clit when it’s not lapping at the small bud.

He leans back and sucks his fingers before sliding two inside of you. “How is that? It’s okay?” He asks intently. “Y-Yes. It feels good, Bini~” You push your head backwards into the pillows, surrendering yourself to him completely. You’re in his hands and trust him fully, giving him control over making you feel good. There’s times where his fingers fuck in and out of you, some of the time they’re slow and other times they move more sporadically. In between those moments, he keeps his fingers deep inside and curls them up. It’s so special to experience what it feels like to be his famous pink Dwaekki bowling ball. “Ohhhh fuck! Hhhnnngh!” Your bottom starts to lift off the sheets and your back arches. “Biiiinnie! Awwww!” His fingers have found your g-spot quickly and he knows it by the way you’re panting. Your ears have flopped to your shoulders and your eyes are half open.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby~” He growls. Your slick has coated his palm completely and the back of his hand. He wants to keep going and keep pleasing you this way but you’re so slippery. Your lips look glossy and sparkly in the sunlight. It’s so beautiful to him. He needs to be inside you badly. You’re only halfway to your orgasm when he pulls his fingers out of you. “Bunny, I’m ready to fuck you. I want to know if you’re ready, too.” He gulps, his throat is somewhat dry from watching your reactions with his mouth agape. “Mm-mm.” You shake your head. His head tilts to the side, confused. He can usually tell you’re ready once your bottom was explored like this. You push him off of you and he moves easily with some worry in his chest. While it felt great to have his fingers deep inside you, he’s not getting away without letting you take care of him, too. You roll over onto your knees and glance down at his boxers. “Take these off for me, please~”

Now he understands. You just didn’t want to use your words. Changbin stumbles off the bed and pulls his boxers off quickly before climbing back on. He feels hot sitting in front of you like this and takes his shirt off, too, leaning back against the wall after. “There we go.” You smirk at him and pull your shirt off so you can both be as naked as the day you fell from heaven. His large chest rises and falls exaggeratedly watching you duck down and kiss his belly. “Mmm, marshmallow~” You tease, getting revenge for his chocolate joke from earlier. He only manages to get part of a chuckle out before he’s interrupted with your kiss on his tip. It’s so hot pink and round and shiny from the precum that’s still leaking out of it. Your hand wraps around the base like grabbing a joystick to play Pac-Man. He could faint from the way you tap it on your lips before taking it in your mouth. Your tongue feels hot against the vulnerable skin and he’s trying his best to stay calm.

That fails immediately when you suck him into your throat, hold for a few seconds, then come back up for air. “There. Not so dry anymore.” Now that you’ve slobbered all over him, it’ll be easier to suck him. Your other hand wraps around the middle of his shaft and you get to work. While you suck the first inch within your lips, your hands grip and stroke the rest. It’s hard not to smile when you feel his erection grow in your fists and against your tongue. “I love your cock, Bini. It tastes so fucking good. Fits in my mouth so nicely. Don’t you think so?~” It’s your time to flirt and he’s almost too dizzy to answer you. “Y-Yes, bunbun. I love when you suck my cock~” He answers before biting his pretty pink bottom lip. “I love it, too! I like when I do this and you wriggle around.” Before he can even ask, slap his dick on your tongue a few times and open wide to choke yourself on it. “Yah! Ah! Fuck!” Changbin’s big strong thighs flex and his toes curl. The cries coming from him are like music to your ears. That’s why you need more.

You reach forward and rub his nipple the same way he did yours earlier. He tries to grab your wrist but you shake your head. “Ah-ah! You got me. Now I get you~” You scolded him playfully. He frowns before relaxing his face completely. He can’t protest. It’s only fair. Plus, he has no problem admitting how good it feels. You pinch his nipple the way he did yours. Your bodies may be different but you always find a way to pleasure each other equally. Eventually though, just like he did, you forget about his nipples. Now, you're taking him in full. One hand holds his base and the other massages his sack. His fist grabs the back of your hair only because he promises to help brush your hair back out when you’re done. His full erection has made a home from your throat. You breathe through your nose like you’ve practiced many times before so you can hold him inside for a bit then go back to bobbing up and down and swallowing around his entire penis.

Tiny beads of sweat manage to take their place along his hairline. His dick has jumped more than a few times now and he can’t stop panting, just like you. “I’m gonna cum, baby… I’m gonna cum in your throat… I’m so fucking close… Please let me~” he begs. You nod and slow down, using the hand around the base to stroke him slowly but generously. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes. Changbin’s toes curl and his thick eyebrows join in the center, his eyelashes fluttering as well as his tail. He sucks in air through his teeth while you slurp his cumshot up from dripping out of your mouth. “Let me see…” He groans and lifts your head up. You stick your tongue out and proudly show off the fruits of your labor. “Swallow it~” You follow his orders with a big gulp and smile. “Awww, cute~” He boops your nose. “Yeah yeah, I know I am.” You roll your eyes playfully and crawl back to your pillows, laying your head down but keeping your ass up. “I’m ready to take you now, Binnie~” You wiggle your tail and pull your ears to the side the way someone would pull their ponytail over their shoulder.

Changbin stares at your pussy, still slick and pretty from earlier. It makes it easier for him to recover from the insane neck you just gave. “I’m so glad you're ready, I know I am~” He crawls over to you and presses his face into your backside. You bite your lip, feeling his nose and lips against your seat. He sticks his entire tongue and slowly drags it up. It catches your clit, it swipes over your entrance, all the way up to the rim of his third favorite way to get inside of you. Two fingers push into you again while he focuses his mouth on this area in particular. Your tail jumps every time his lips suck and kiss you there. When his lovely digits curl inside you again, you press your face into the pillows to muffle yourself. He’s not done until there’s a squelch every time his fingers fuck into you. When he decides there’s enough of your arousal leaking out of you, he comes up for air. “You don’t have to arch too hard, bunny. I don’t want your back to hurt.” He rubs your back until you straighten out your arch a little. Sometimes you can over do it to give him the best experience. It’s nice but it’s not something he requires from you. He’d rather let your body do it naturally without you having to think about it. “Good girl. There we go~”

Your loving boyfriend swats your bottom then kisses the pain away. “Wooow, it jiggles so nicely. Lovely choco-bunny butt~” He chuckles and swats you again. “Bini! Stop teasing!” Your ass jiggles when you whine to him and gets him excited. “Oh okay, okay! Ready?!” He smiles and wipes his palms on your sex to borrow some of you slick for lube, stroking himself. “Ready!” You wiggle your tail again but it stops suddenly when he pushes himself inside you. “Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck~” Your eyes roll at the feeling of his cock edging its way deeper into your suction. He bottoms out and you feel a tingling sensation in your belly button. Changbin took a deep breath while sliding inside of you. That sudden rise in heat made his heart pound and reminded him of why he’s so addicted to being the one that gets to fuck you. He pulls out slowly and pushes back in at the same speed, repeating this a few more times for a moment of consistency.

The alternating between feeling full and feeling empty is making your mouth water. Your body feels so excited and aroused, so hot, a feeling that never gets old. Your nipples are sore and sting from the friction against the sheets beneath while fully erected. “I needed this so bad, Bini. I missed you. I miss being your sexy little bunny~” you mumble with your face against the pillows. “I missed you, too. And this hot little hole. You don’t know how obsessed I am with you. At night, when we get off the phone… I can’t help but grab myself. I think about you bent over like this or laying on your back with your legs wide open…” He sucks air through his teeth at the same time that he thrusts back in. “I think about you fingering yourself… using the vibrator I bought you on your poor little clit. I’ve thought about you throwing all this back on me~” He grins, baring his canines as swats your ass harder than earlier. He growls, “I jerk off until my lap is covered in the cum you’d eat if you were there~” Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving just the tip, then slams back into you. “Ahh!” you yelp pitifully. You know well enough that this is where the heat is turned up and brace for the experience.

Binnie pushes your legs together while inside. It’s a soft fall that now has you laying on your stomach. “Fuck yeah, need you just like this~” One hand pulls your soft ass cheek to the side, giving him a better view. You can’t help but whine when he starts thrusting inside of you. His strokes are closer with more power instead of him pulling out almost complete. The way his shaft slides against your inner walls is intense. You feel weak inside and your stomach muscles are starting to convulse. To make matters worse, his other hand is playing with your hole again. He sucked his thumb first, rubbing the heavily melanated rim. When he pushes in, your mouth drops open and all you can do is bite your lip to keep from going insane. “Be loud, baby. I know you like it~” His thumb slides in and out of you generously, intentionally. “I-I l-love… it… Fuck… Ohhhh it’s so good, B-Bini~” you whimper. Your voice drops and turns into a cry in your throat when he pulls his thumb out of you. “Relax for me. As much as you can~” he whispers so sweetly. You can feel two fingers pressing into you and immediately start your attempt at relaxing as best you can while his dick bullies your insides.

Your asshole gives and his fingertips make their way inside you, stretching you the deeper they go. Changbin curls his fingers and flexes them. Your eyes squeeze shut, your breath begins to hitch and shake. His fingers are pressing against your g-spot from above and his tip bumps against it from underneath. You reach around the bed for something to grab but you end up just reaching around and grabbing his thigh. “Changbinnie! Daddy! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!” He uses his entire hand to stir your insides up, his hand shaking vigorously. “Ahhhhhhh! Binnie! I-! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Ahhh!” your cries make him chuckle. “It’s okay baby, I’ll take care of you. Let it out, baby. Here, I’ll help you~” He pulls his fingers out of you but you don’t have time to complain. You feel him lay on your back and wrap his arms around your waist. One hand holds your tummy and the other rubs your clit like he’s taken up enthusiastic DJ lessons.

His hips speed up and his thrusts make him slam into your ass as he humps you. “Fuck this little bunny pussy… so hot… gonna fucking breed you… breed this pretty pussy…” he’s growling, again. “You wanna have my fucking kits… hm? You want me to fill you up and make you a mommy? Want me to get you all swollen and pregnant?” His threats aren’t threatening at all. They’re making you swallow and suck him against your cervix. “Yes! Yes! Fucking fill me with your kits! Please, Binnie! Please! Breed my pussy! I need you inside of me foreverrrr!~” Your desperate pleas make him lock in. Your voice is so whiny and high pitched. His mind is racing like a dog with a chew toy… and he loves how you squeak and squeal for him. Changbin taps your clit from underneath and makes his thrusts solid and consistent. “Gonna… breed… you… give you my kits…” A hypnotized state comes over him and he kisses and bites at your shoulder, licking the indents of his teeth. “Fill you up… cum on me… cum on my… cum… cum, Bunny… cum for me~”

Seo Changbin. A man known for sticking to his principles and telling others to judge things for themselves. His leading personality and solid character make you feel so safe. You trust him with everything, especially with your body and soul. That body of yours, it gives in. It gives in to him and his demands. You sigh, tears run down your cheeks and get caught in the pillow covers. The core of your stomach trembles while you orgasm. Your insides are hot and throbbing and now sticky, thick fluid runs through you. The impact from his humping and the talk of breeding has made you swollen and especially receiving. The warmth of your mixture, cum and arousal, covers him completely. His cock, throbbing just like your genitals, jumps. Once, twice, a third time. Then semen erupts from the tip and shoots a few satisfying loads into you. The two of you moan together, your breathing only slightly out of sync from each other. You’ve drooled down your chin and he’s drooled on your shoulder. You can feel his cheek against your back. His body on top of you is comforting like a weighted blanket. You love being so close to him. Especially right now.

“Binnie?” you whisper. He turns his head around to rest on his other cheek so you can hear him better. “Hm?” He sounds tired, you both do. “That felt so good. You fucked me so good. You know?” You can feel him smile against your back and it makes you smile, too. “I know. That was awesome. You take my dick so well, sweetie. Every time.” He kisses your back before sitting up so he can pull out and roll over, laying next to you. He opens his arms, “Come here, bunny. I’ll hold you.” Despite the nasty sticky mess on both of your crotches, you’re more than okay with cuddling. Slowly but surely, you pull yourself up and lay on his chest. He lovingly pushes your ears behind your head and strokes them carefully. “How do you feel? Does anything hurt?” he asks. You shake your head. “No. I can feel the mess leaking out of me. I think my pussy’s swollen on the outside.” you look up at him with sparkly eyes and a twitchy nose. “Yeah? Lemme see.” You open your legs for him and sure enough, you’re looking a bit puffy.

“Awww, how cute.” He reaches down and palms your swollen cunt. You moan into his chin when his fingers find your clit, now extra sensitive. “Ahh~ Mm~” In return, you reach down and grab his semi-hard-on before it can go down completely. You only stroke him down his tip, unable to reach his testicles in your position. “I love when we can’t stop touching each other.” He kisses your forehead. The arm underneath you reaches around your back. He lifts up a bit and readjusts so you’re laying his arm. Your left tit falls to the side and he finds your nipple, tweaking and pulling at the weak bud. “Sore~” you grit your teeth at the stinging pain. “I’m sorry. Here,” His hand comes back from your cunt shiny and wet. “Put your arm behind my neck.” You do as you're told and he lifts your thigh up. He guides his cock back inside you and slowly thrusts. Then, he grabs the breast closer to him, rolling the nipple between his fingers like usual, sucking it up into his mouth. His cute bunny teeth tug on it while he suckles.

He keeps you like that for another minute before his hand wraps around your throat and he fucks into you again until he cums. This time, the ribbons land on your tummy. Cheeky Binnie collects the cream on his two middle fingers. “Open your mouth~” he demands calmly. You open your mouth and take his fingers in, immediately tasting his cum on your tongue. You swallow and suck them clean, only letting them go when you’re sure you got all of it. “Good?” he asks. You nod your head. “Good.” He smiles softly and sighs. The two of you rest for a few more seconds before he gets up fully this time. “I’m gonna go-” he stops and motorboats your cunt one last time, licking you from around his mouth. “-start the shower. Let's go out for brunch. Hm?” You stop biting your lip to grin. ��Yeah! I want strawberries and cream on waffles.” you giggle excitedly. “I could eat your your strawberries and cream all day if you let me~” He smiles and kisses you, then hops off the bed like he didn’t just say some really unhinged shit. “Sicko.”

You take a deep breath and roll over onto your stomach, laying in your naked filth. You can’t stop your fluffed up tail from wagging and don’t plan on trying. Your heart is full and your doe-hood is even fuller. This is better than being on cloud nine. This is what it’s like to be in love and be wanted. And now he wants you to have his kits. You feel more than happy to start a family with him. Although, the memory of him saying he wanted to wait until marriage to have kits with you is in the back of your mind. You don’t know it but he’s planning something. His pleas to get you pregnant this morning weren’t just lust-filled fantasy. Not just empty promises. Something big is coming for you. You just have to wait and see. You’re gonna forever be happy and in love, making love forever.

Just like bunnies.

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A/N: Hello! I really hope you enjoyed reading this work! This is probably the fastest project I’ve done in a minute but it’s because I was so sure of myself making it. I still did some procrastination and had some doubts but in the end, I was successful in my endeavor. I completely understand if you’re not a fan of my sexual writing style. I’ve been reading smut for years now but I’m still figuring out my writing style with it. Right now, I’m in an era where I’m trying to write it as realistically and relatable as I can. Unfortunately, I fear it’s coming out more like p0rn. But if y’all are okay with it, I’m okay with it!

Also, I really hope that you, especially if you’re a Seolar, like how I tried to portray Changbin’s character close to his real personality. I love Changbin and as someone with him as their ult bias, it is important to me that Changbin is given the respect he deserves. Now, I know Changbin’s representative character is a Dwaekki. To be honest, I wasn’t confident in how to write a hybrid version of one since he’s not a real animal. Sorry! 🥺

Thanks for reading! ✨

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melodic-haze · 1 year ago

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Hmm i just had a thought about the recent fic w Arlecchino

What if she had a muzzle on w bunny suit🧐

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Breeding, size kink, reader has a cock/strap referred to as such

☆ — NOTES: I'm ngl it's been several Arle fics now that idk which one you were on ab but it's okay gwenchana. Anyway you lot really want to breed her huh (same though)

Good luck convincing Arlecchino to wear a bunny suit actually HAHAHA

She'd do anything for you, really she will!!!! She's so dedicated to you—worshipping you in the same way a diety was meant to be worshipped—that it's actually scary for the both of you, how much of a hold you have on her. But she has some reservations about such a risqué bit of clothing 💀

Not like you blame her though, considering how it wasn't usually her style. Lucky for you, however, YOU get special treatment :3 all it takes is one look at the outfit, one look at her and some time and voila!!! She'll concede—hell, she might even surprise you :3

"You're.. you're sure, right? I know you were kinda against it at first—I feel bad if I ended up forcing you into something you-- mm."

A finger was on your lips, the gesture's message quite clear as your beloved spoke amidst your commanded silence, "I'm sure, yes. I admit I am.. apprehensive, but your longing gaze is more than enough to convince me to, ah.. experiment."

"Really..?"

"Yes. You do not take me for my word?"

"No, I do! It's just..." You huffed out a sigh as you gently took the hand on your lip and took it in your own, "I just don't want you to feel as if you were obligated to entertain my every whim."

You see her eyes soften at your concern and she squeezes your hand as a form of reassurance from your often-so-stoic lover, "You should know better than to believe I would ever compromise my own comfort for something like this."

"And besides," she continues, "surprisingly, I've come to enjoy being.. well, your prey of sorts. Perhaps the outfit may elevate the interest to another level, hm?"

You couldn't help but stare at her, boldness practically radiating off of your lover despite the position you both know she truly holds within the privacy of your bedroom walls. Such boldness prompted an imagined flash of images in your mind—blackened hands all tied up, drool escaping her lips within confining barriers, tears escaping as sinful noises of wet skin-to-skin impact echo along with her moans—and you feel something akin to a hot flash within your core.

Ever so observant, her eyes go half-lidded as she looks up at you, her grin a touch sharper than before, "I see that I have awakened your imagination."

"Maybe."

"You need not imagine it, my beloved." Her voice reduces itself to something of a low purr, "All you need to do is command me, and I will do whatever you wish."

"That's a dangerous promise to make."

"Coming from a dangerous woman such as I, I dare say it balances the scales."

I love dialogue lol anyway tell her to do so and she will do it ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ and next thing you know you're facing a woman much shorter than you've always known her to be, clad in such a revealing outfit and a muzzle to prevent her from biting so much. She had 'protested' against the latter at first, but you both know from the way that she so very easily accepted such a thing that she was all for the extra torture, not being able to make a mark on you (she forgets that her nails'll probably do the job for her anyway LMAO)

When she's laid out 'helplessly' on the bed as you tower over her, when you put your hand on the flat of her stomach and the both of you see the clear size difference, when you look at her and see so much anticipation and carnal lust practically glazing her eyes? Oh god the both of you KNOW you're not going out this room for a WHILE

She is COMPLETELY at your mercy—you can toy with her all you want, alternating between overstimulation and edging her with whatever is at your disposal until she can't take it anymore so she has to actually beg you to fuck her dumb and reduce all trains of thought into mush. She considers begging as below her, and yet she can't help but let out these reluctant pleas that only seem to gain a more.......willing quality with them in due time. Just make sure to torture her until her composure snaps, giving her her own sort of medicine and having her experience her very own mindbreak through overwhelming pleasure

To see this woman, who is so utterly feared to the point where crowds would part for her in fear that she would plunge her blackened hands into their chest and staining them red, cling to you and hump your cock like a bitch in heat is such a harrowing contrast.......but there is certainly that feeling of something more

Perhaps it's the fact that there was the urge to pin her down into a mating press and stuff her silly until she gets kids on her own ☺️ seeing her take all these children in at the Hearth and not having any herself.....why, for some reason you found yourself feeling like you just had to give her some children of her own. She seems to adore them, so whyever not ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

Even as dazed-out as she is, she can see something change inside you as your objective goes from fucking her silly to something a lot more feral. Doesn't necessarily help that, yk, you have her in a bunny suit. And yk how bunnies just love to breed

As much as Arlecchino had tried to tell you to slow down for a brief moment, it's as if all noise has been blocked out from your senses, save for the sounds your lover makes and the sinfully wet noises that are produced as you piston into her again and again and again and again.

You roughly pushed her down into the matress, now damp and messy from a mixture of your bodily fluids, as you made sure to bottom out inside her as quickly as you drew back—the harsh assault on her hole had hit spots within her she didn't even realise you could hit, not to mention the force of your movements being more than enough to easily stretch her out and mold her insides to fit you and only you.

It was obvious that there was no way any mercy was going to be given to her. The Harbinger could only lay there and take everything you give her like some kind of fleshlight, the 'fight' within her long gone (if she even had some left in her to begin with).

God I need to separate these bc I can't just choose one thank yew bc both are very very very VERY good

If you had a dick:

You were so utterly determined to fill her and making sure your seed takes by the end of your session. If it meant basting her insides with white-hot cum and having it all stuffed inside her to the point where it has no where to go but out by force, then you'll cum inside her over and over again until you can't anymore.

And when your hand goes to press down on her abdomen, you can see the mixture of cum inside her practically spray out at the edges. She can't take it anymore, even she says so, and yet you can't help but wonder just why is her pussy still milking you as if her life depended on it?

Because she's greedy.

Because right now, no longer was she Arlecchino—she was your very own rabbit, hungry for your potent seed.

If you're using a strap:

You know of your limitations—without anything extra such as magical means, you cannot actually have her bare your children. But whyever would you let that stop you, especially when you had benefits that more than makes up for your lack of organic appendages?

If you had the real thing then you could stuff her silly until it takes (and even beyond that), but one can easily make up for it in other qualities such as size and shape.

And really, whatever's stopping you from filling her to the brim with artificial cum instead?

The world is your oyster, and Peruere was nothing but your very own porcelain fuckdoll at this point.

I need to breed her every which way idc if I don't have a dick, if there's a will there's a way

When she realises what you're trying to do, she can't help that sudden jolt that completely overtakes her—her hips practically shoot from the bed, pushing your cock in even deeper, before you push her back down while she lets out a silent scream. By GOD the fact you want to breed her, fill her, make sure a child of YOURS growing inside her, making a mark beyond just her skin.........oh it gets her going in ways she never would've fathomed before

By the end of your VERY long and productive session, it's VERY clear you've both fucked like rabbits from the mess all over the place and the liquid practically gushing from her abused hole. After everything, you finally take off her muzzle, only for you to lead her drool-coated mouth all the way down to the base of your cock to clean it up. She doesn't even protest either, easily taking it like a good girl and making sure that she does a good job in cleaning you up and finishing you off. All you need to do is plug her up properly, feeling all the cum stuffed inside her through the small pauch of her abdomen, where her womb is 🫶

"..I had known this was a possible outcome, and yet I cannot help but be surprised by your control, or lack thereof."

You groaned, covering your face with your hands as you rolled on your side, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me! You just looked so irresistible and before I knew it I just--"

"Don't take my words as a form of reprimand, darling." You feel her hands take your own from your face, her lips finally kissing them—you—after a long time of having it muzzled, "I enjoyed it. You are already aware of my.. likes and dislikes, especially when it comes to the rougher parts of the activity. I gave you control, and you willingly seized it."

"I guess..."

"And besides," she muses with a small smile on her face, "I am.. not necessarily opposed to the thought of it."

"Of what?"

"Getting bred."

A warm flush spreads through your cheeks as you gave her a light swat, "You! You are so shameless! What happened to being polite and cryptic?!"

"Do we really need such pleasantries by this point? Seeing that you were rather determined to take me all for yourself, after all..."

"Oh my god."

A deep laugh rumbles within her, the sound so rare and precious that you'd want to keep it all to yourself, and you can't help but laugh along with her as you bask in the afterglow. When your laughter settles down, the two of you end up with your legs tangled up together as you lay there in companionable silence.

Though eventually she decides to break it, "Shall I go and run us a bath?"

"You can stand after all that? Geez, seems like I did a bad job," you joked.

Arlecchino huffed out lightly with a smile, "No, you've rendered me utterly near-useless—a feeling that I don't usually enjoy. Yet the fact that I don't seem to mind it all that much should show that you are special to me."

You feel that heat in your cheeks again at the proclamation, "Archons, and when I aim to have you all sappy like that in public you don't even dare move a muscle."

"Time and place, dear. Time and place. Now," she questions again, "shall I run us a bath? We can take care of the mess later."

You nodded, "Mm, if you don't mind then. But can we take it together?"

You see her eyes crinkle, the glow that the red crosses within them softening like a tender flame, "Of course. I shall be back in a few moments, then."

She gets up, and you pride yourself for being the reason why your lover temporarily goes off balance from a sudden tremor in her legs before collecting yourself.. and you can't help but stare at the remaining cum staining the sides of the plug and the apex of her thighs as she walks off.

She doesn't take the plug off when you go and take the bath together. Wonder why 😋

#hazy demos!#hazy explicits!#i love starting shit ☺️ sub arlecchino believers RISE UP (me and my nonexistent dick both rose up)#arlecchino x reader #arlecchino smut #sub arlecchino #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #sub genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin smut #sub genshin #genshin women x reader #genshin women imagines #genshin women smut #sub genshin women

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zoemillinwrites · 1 month ago

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hiii zoe I'm in absolute awe of your writing!!and it's inspired me to start writing a few things of my own but I've been hitting a few roadblocks along the way, the biggest of which is that how do u deal with organizing the ideas for a story? my mind rn feels like a pin up board of how I wanna portray character arcs, scenes I wanna write, plot lines and maybe a couple million plot bunnies all wrecking havoc😭😭😭 a blank document seems soo daunting and listing ideas down doesn't really help me see how i can incorporate all these things and tie em together 😭😭 could you maybe please gimme some advice and how your writing/concept process looks like 🙈

hi anon! i'm so sorry that this has been sitting in my inbox for some time. i wanted to work out some good advice to give you if i could, because for the most part, my method of organizing ideas is very chaotic and twisty and makes sense only to me & I'm not sure it would be helpful to hear about because it's so sloppy.

there are, however, a few general tips I could give that might be helpful:

pin-up board - you mentioned that your mind feels like a pin-up board of ideas/characters/vibes. this is already a start! you have ideas! that's better than no ideas! now, since you're seeing these ideas pin-up board style, i'd suggest quite literally creating that pin-up board so you have something substantial to refer back to and play with. there are tools/websites out there that can help you literally create that pin-up board you have in your head. one website I use (and I used it for a lot of BF planning) is milanote. i used this website to create a virtual pin-up board full of images, song links, and post-it note style chunks of text for ideas and plot points. writing all of your ideas down on your virtual pin-up board and then organizing them into sections about character/plot/vibes/scene ideas can help you get some words down, even if you're not ready to tackle the blank doc just yet.

decide how you want to focus your story - let's keep it simple and say, for the sake of this post, that there are 2 types of stories you can tell. character-driven & plot-driven. a character-driven story is a type of story where most of the text focuses on character relationships/dynamics and character growth and how a character's feelings directly creates the plot points. a plot-driven story is a story where external factors are the main motivators for characters to DO THINGS. think normal people vs divergent. normal people is a big old example of a character driven story, divergent is very plot driven. so. are you going to focus your story on insular character dynamics or are we going for more external action? stories can be both, ofc, but typically it's important to know in which direction you're going to lean because it will help you decide what elements to focus on most.

a character with no motivations is going to be a hard character to write - if you don't know what your character wants, you're going to have a hell of a time trying to write them. so, give your character a BIG thing that they want that is very personal to them. this will be their motivation. think big picture when you're still in the planning stage. by this I mean, an overarching want. take RJL for example. overall this character is defined by his BIG want to be included and loved. this is a motivation for him to behave the way that he does. every choice he makes is motivated or informed by that WANT to fit in and be loved. make sure that you write this motivation consistently into how your character behaves. in RJL's case, almost every action he takes is motivated by that want---he keeps himself quiet, puts up with BS from his friends, is a yearner etc

a character that doesn't grow can feel flat - think about where you're going to start your character off in terms of their development and where you'd like them to be by the end of your story. with BF sirius, for example, I wanted to start him off as a bigoted lazy little prick and slowly mature him into a much more easy-going, responsible, sensitive version of him we saw in adult-era canon. i figured out that arc before I decided on my plot points. with that in mind, I asked myself, "hm, now what could happen to him to make that growth arc happen" which is how I got the ideas for a lot of the scenes that became the fic.

this is a lot of rambling but I hope this maybe is a bit helpful <3 ty anon!

#this might be incoherent idk #anon answered #my fic writing

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girlsz1 · 4 months ago

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Goodbyes and Kisses

Chapter 1: Beginnings

Warning: none

Wc: 1,383 (gonna add more)

Art. Art. Art. Art. Art. You love it with a passion, but another part of you wanted to be a model. You wanted to expand your horizon. But your boyfriend would often shed on that dream. Honestly, now that he’s out of your life, you realized how delusional you were to even be his girlfriend in the first place. It makes you shiver every time you think about it.

And now that he’s out of your life, it’s like seeing the sky for the first time. A brand-new start you just couldn't wait to happen.

And so it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, although it was annoying every time you forgot your sunglasses when you were outside. You opened your phone and started searching for inspiration. Hmm, what first? A cute little kitten or a cute little bunny? Mmm why not both?

It wasn’t rare when an artist block would hit. One of the most annoying things in the world.

Just as you were about to start sketching, your phone buzzed—a message from a number you didn’t recognize.

Hey, I know you probably don’t want to hear from me, but can we talk?

You stared at the message for a long moment before scoffing. Seriously? It wasn’t hard to figure out who it was. Your ex, trying to slither his way back into your life like the pathetic leech he was.

Without hesitation, you blocked the number. No way. You weren’t about to let him ruin the peace you were finally starting to enjoy.

With a sigh, you turned your attention back to your screen, scrolling through endless pictures of animals, searching for something that would spark creativity. But no matter how many images you saved, your fingers hesitated over the sketchbook in front of you.

Ugh, why now? You tapped your pencil against your chin, staring at the blank page in your sketchbook. No matter how many references you saved or ideas you tried to piece together, nothing seemed to flow. The inspiration just wasn’t there.

You leaned back in your chair with a sigh, running a hand down your face. Maybe you needed to step away for a bit.

A quick glance at the time told you it was still early in the afternoon—too early to call it quits. You stood up, stretching your arms above your head before grabbing your sketchbook and heading outside.

The fresh air was a welcome change from the four walls of your room. The city buzzed around you—cars honking, people chatting, the occasional bark of a dog as someone walked by. You walked aimlessly, letting the movement clear your mind, hoping something—anything—would catch your eye and spark an idea.

Eventually, you found yourself at the park. It wasn’t too crowded, just a few families with kids, a couple of joggers, and some people sitting on benches, either reading or lost in their own world.

You took a seat under a tree, flipping open your sketchbook again. This time, instead of forcing something, you just let your pencil move, sketching whatever came to mind. Shapes turned into forms, forms turned into figures, and before you knew it, you were completely absorbed in your work.

For the first time in a while, the world around you faded away.

Until a shadow loomed over your sketchbook.

“Wow, that’s really good,” a voice said, pulling you out of your focus.

Your eyes flickered up, and there he was.

Gojo Satoru.

The Gojo Satoru.

Your brain short-circuited for a second. He wasn’t just some guy—he was everywhere. A model, a businessman, practically a walking empire. His face was on billboards, magazines, and commercials. Even if you weren’t deep into the fashion or business world, it was impossible not to know who he was.

And now, here he was, standing right in front of you, peering down at your sketchbook with a curious grin. His white hair was effortlessly styled, his signature sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, hiding those famously striking eyes.

Your fingers curled slightly around your pencil, heart hammering in your chest. “Ah,” he tilted his head, smirking. “You recognize me, huh?”

Of course, you did. You weren’t living under a rock. But instead of answering, you just stared at him, unsure of what to say. He chuckled, slipping his hands into the pockets of his coat. “You don’t have to look so freaked out. I promise I don’t bite.”

Still, you remained quiet. It wasn’t every day that Gojo Satoru just appeared out of nowhere and started talking to you. He nodded toward your sketchbook again. “That’s really good. You an artist?”

You hesitated before giving a small nod.

His grin widened. “Professional?”

“Not yet,” you finally said, voice quiet but steady.

“Hm.” He rocked back on his heels slightly. “Well, you should be. That’s some serious talent.”

Your grip tightened on your pencil. Compliments were always nice, but coming from him? It felt surreal.

He seemed to notice your reaction and let out another soft laugh. “Not used to compliments, huh?”

You swallowed, looking down at your sketchbook. “Not really.”

“Well, get used to it,” he said easily. “Talented people deserve to hear it.”

Something about the way he said it—so casual, yet firm—made warmth creep up your neck.

You weren’t sure what was more unbelievable: the fact that Gojo Satoru had just randomly appeared in front of you, or the fact that he was actually being nice.

The atmosphere felt uncomfortable. You were almost speechless but mangaged to get a few words out. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Ah, it’s no problem really. I have a thing for appreciating art.” Gojo says casually.

You told your head. “You like art?”

Gojo shrugged, taking his hands out of his pockets and crossing his arms. “Well, kinda? I mean you drew that bunny and kitten pretty well. Looks super realistic.”

His voice was smooth, casual, and laced with amusement, as if he wasn’t just complimenting your art but also enjoying the fact that he caught you off guard. His striking blue eyes flickered down at your sketchbook before meeting your gaze again, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“You must be a professional or something,” he added, tilting his head. “Or are you secretly famous, and I just don’t know it yet?”

You blinked, still processing the fact that Gojo Satoru—the Gojo Satoru, a name that practically ruled both the modeling industry and the business world—was standing in front of you, casually making conversation like this was just any other day.

“…I could say the same about you,” you finally muttered, gripping your pencil a little tighter. “You’re pretty famous yourself.”

Gojo grinned, clearly pleased by your recognition. “Ah, so you do know who I am. That makes things easier.” He pulled out the chair across from you and sat down without hesitation, leaning forward slightly. “Now I’m curious. What’s a talented artist like you doing sitting here alone, struggling with inspiration?”

You raise a brow. “How do you know I’m struggling with inspiration??”

Gojo leaned back, resting an arm over the back of the chair, his smirk growing. “Call it intuition. Or maybe I just have an eye for these things.” He tapped his temple playfully. “You were staring at your sketchbook like it personally offended you. That, or you were trying to set it on fire with your mind.”

You sighed, setting your pencil down. “Okay, maybe I was struggling, but that doesn’t mean you get to be all smug about it.”

Gojo let out a chuckle. “Hey, I’m just stating facts. Besides, everyone has off days—even geniuses like me.” He shot you a wink.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re really full of yourself, huh?”

“Only when I’m right.” He leaned in, resting his chin on his hand. “So, what’s the block this time? Can’t decide what to draw? Or is your mind too full of thoughts about yours truly?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “You wish.”

Gojo gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “Ouch. Right through the heart. You’re ruthless.”

You couldn’t help but shake your head, fighting back a small smile. He was annoying—really annoying—but oddly enough, his presence was making you forget about your artist’s block, if only for a moment.

#gojo x reader #jjk #satoru gojo #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader

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yanderefarm · 4 months ago

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Hey, bunny~ I really, really want to draw your characters(especially Philip, Ares, Crybaby and Noemie), but I have no real idea about their body types. I don't know if you've already answered something like this, but could you show reference images for the bodies of each character? Thanks a lot~

i have done a few of these before but its always cool to ask!!

i looked at a lot of tiktok thirst traps for you

Phillip:

phillip has the kind of body that is wider on top and thinner on the bottom. emil is similarly built but thinner. also phillips arms always look like they're about to bust out of his suits.

important if you are drawing him shirtless or with his chest more exposed.

he has scars around his neck and a burn scar on his chest

Ares:

ares is fat he is a cute fat boy with a cute pudgy tummy. i try to draw this but im not very good at it so it never comes across hdbdjdnd but like hes as wide as ajax with a lot of soft body rolls.

he doesn't have any tattoos or anything

crybaby:

it was hard to find a good reference for his body. he has a bit of muscle because of all his training but he's also slim and like a stick. his chest is his widest area but even that is like not that wide. amias is built similarly they're both stick boys.

i never decided if crybaby has some tattoos or not like a barcode or something under his clothes so if you want to draw him with a fun dehumanizing tattoo go for it!! he does have scars but most of them are thin and a little faded

another note: he doesn't have any disfigurement under his mask its just to hide the fact he has big wet baby eyes

Noemie:

i shared this one before but yeah noemie has big boobs that he usually hides with a binder that gives his body a pear like shape. his thighs are significant and his ass is squishy. he has meat on his bones.

and as for his tattoos here is a reference of all of them (he does not have a tattoo of his name under his hair fjfbnfnd)

if you want to know about anyone else feel free to ask!!!

#replies #i hope this helps

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yashkonu · 2 months ago

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inspired by krissy i want to talk about those sweet sweet original characters

it'll get long let's go...!

oh before i get into it you're gonna see a bunch of art throughout this that i've steadily been commissioning for years from @seeyouguyslater! they have a really keen eye for design from description and a dynamic, evocative style that lends itself well to pinning down visuals for characters who don't have anything more than a text description and a few reference images or picrews.

i'm gonna break this up by setting since i tend to think in terms of places and then build out characters from there so:

THE BOUND GODDESS

this is a fantasy setting that's been a loooooooong ongoing project between myself and @kc5rings that is the subject of a novel's worth of note-taking and two tabletop games (so far). the quick pitch is that it's a story about divine betrayal, divine love, the well-deserved implosion of an expansionist empire, and a lot of girls with really rotten luck. I'm only going to get into it about my own characters here for obvious reasons but go bug kat about theirs too!

Arcadia & Avalon

Arcadia is fate's chewtoy. She's also the sword of a creator-goddess (one of six divine instruments), fallen to the world to wander when the goddess was betrayed and bound by the myriad other gods. She's a sword in the sense of a sword of office, a sword of selection, and sometimes like a misericorde. She doesn't really relish any of these roles, since she has ages of experience with the things people do with them. Day to day, she's a jumpy, meticulous woman with an endless array of skills from her long years spent wandering and hiding in plain sight among humans. You're much more likely to meet her as an innkeeper's assistant or a baker's new hire than anything as grandiose as what she actually is. Please for the love of god be nice to her.

Avalon is one reason why you should be nice to Arcadia! She was the goddess' *other* sword, and is less about abstract concepts and far more about abrupt lethal violence. In the ages since the goddess was bound, not a single human has wielded Avalon, because even deep in dreams about the life she lost back then, Avalon cuts anything that gets close into ribbons. When one of her sisters is in danger, Avalon wakes for long enough to find and free them by the most direct means possible.

Lieutenant Chyr & Normal Secretary Sylvie

Chyr and Sylvie are citizens of a big shitty expansionist empire and members of its military! Kinda! It's complicated! Chyr nearly died when she was a kid and was saved by a VERY experimental procedure that partially fused her with a bat! Her big-ass ears are getting cut off by the image cropping. Being part bat has its upsides and downsides, especially in the kinda unstable prototype state she's in, and any time she's injured (frequently) her wounds heal with more batlike features instead of scarring. Patches of fur, single claws or fangs, that sort of thing. She's serious, loyal to a fault, and a part of the group that will eventually rip the empire apart from the inside.

Sylvie's just a secretary! Really! He's part of the same faction Chyr is and was also fused with an animal (a rabbit in his case) for complicated reasons that boil down to keeping his family out of the sights of a vindictive oligarch. He's a much more stable combination of person and bunny and doesn't suffer many of the drawbacks that Chyr deals with. He's also a secretary and lethally pretty! He's never not crossdressing and typically rocks the white blouse + black pencil skirt combo. Sylvie is sharp as a tack and knows exactly the effect he has on people; often he covers for this with a half-genuine scrambling flustered demeanor.

There are WAY more characters in this setting but honestly I could do several entire long-ass posts about it and that's not what we're doing here SO

SCI-FI SETTING WITH NO MECHS IN IT I HAVEN'T NAMED YET

look okay i love mecha we all love mecha they're big impressive evocative and all around cool. BUT. i also often feel like you lose something in a sci-fi setting when you put mecha in it because then it becomes *about* mecha in a way that's hard to shake. i started assembling this setting because i watched a bunch of legend of the galactic heroes and went man you can do some really cool stuff when it's all just ships planets stations and people. I haven't commissioned art for anyone in this setting yet but you bet your ass i plan to

Solo Sequentia

A mysterious figure in long, heavy robes and a wide-brimmed hat nearly big enough to completely hide their face. What if Siffrin from in stars and time were even more committed to not having an inch of visible skin. The name is a pseudonym (i'm not quite that committed to silly thematic names when it's a moderately serious setting), made appropriate by their weird-ass situation.

Solo Sequentia has a problem, which is that they can't die. Or more specifically, they *can* die, but each and every time they reawaken in bed in a studio apartment attached to an otherwise sealed facility just beyond the edge of the galaxy. In their search for answers (and possibly, a way to die for good) they lie, cheat, steal, manipulate, scheme, and sabotage their way across every inch of civilization.

ENSIGN 0 and the Ligature Squad

One of the key things of this setting is that it takes place in a galaxy split between three major powers, with big elaborate diplomatic maneuvering happening on the broad scale and endless back-and-forth territory squabbling between warlords at the borders between the three powers. At one point, one of the major factions kept a particular ace up their sleeve--a soldier beyond compare known only by the codename ENSIGN 0.

(an aside: a bunch of these glyphs and codenames and such are made with affinity photo and a bunch of fonts from a pack by YutaONE.)

ENSIGN 0 is sci-fi 60-something tragic dyke big boss. Her presence almost singlehandedly determined the course of the war for nearly a decade before she decided she'd had enough of being the secret weapon of a military she'd long since lost all faith in. No one who knows who she is has seen her since!

The powers who had used her as their killing implement du jour weren't about to take this lying down, and quickly moved to replace her--this time with a squad of robots they hoped would be easier to control.

That's Ligature squad babey!!!! Each of the six members is intended to replicate a portion of ENSIGN 0's skills. I actually did a little write-up about them ages ago, though they've changed a bit since then. To summarize:

Optic 1, sniper and infiltrator. Serious, quiet, often mean. Puts a lot of effort into never letting anyone know how she feels.

Sine 2, heavy ordnance specialist. Quiet and protective, never talks until she's already completed the thought in her head. Extremely funny when she feels like telling a joke.

Hound 3, close-quarters combat, flanker and tracker. Vicious, stubborn, and loyal to a fault.

Riptide 4, poisoner and saboteur. Charming, easy to talk to, hard to figure out. The cruelest of the bunch when she wants to be.

Tact 5, walking foundry. Tidy, polite, prone to getting flustered.

Rem 6, artillery specialist and tactician. Spends most days either asleep or in a dreamlike haze while she runs an unending array of tactical simulations. Snaps into dead serious focus when needed.

Surprise! They also didn't love being treated as disposable killing implements. They also disappeared on their creators, and now travel the galaxy working as mercenaries while they search for ENSIGN 0, who they think of as something between a mother, a mentor, and an inspiration.

I wonder how close to the character limit I am at this point.

CAPE CITY

this is where i have to make a confession. generally speaking, most of the time, i can't stand cape stuff. i see a superhero and i curl my lip into a sneer that would, thanks to the dread irony that rules my life, make me fit terrifically into that superhero's rogues gallery.

but.

BUT. i can't deny there's something really compelling there. urban fantasy making passionate love to professional wrestling. we could have it all and instead we mostly have a festering pack of racists, misogynists, and general old-boy's-club types shambling around in a pair of giant trenchcoats and all but smothering the genre in the process. it's usually around this point of rambling about it when i realize if i'm paying this much attention to it it must be because i care, oops.

so i made cape city! okay i say i made it but it's another collaborative one between me and kat. making stuff with kat is awesome. it's a loose freeform setting that boils down to what if there was a cool city where all the superhero/supervillain stuff happened. there are a ton of characters in this one that i wont get into in detail but to summarize a couple:

The Ballistic Boa (secret identity Aspen Lerna), a woman who got experimented on and is part snake now. She has a big cool tail, scales in some places, is VERY flexible, and has a pair of solenoglyphous fangs which have a venom that can kill anything. Like mystic eyes of death perception levels of anything.

Akida Ki, a psychic from a distant bad end future who came back to the past samurai jack style to save the world, but arrived to find that the crisis was already averted. Now she's just here and trying to figure out what to do next.

Judie, a career henchman, underling, minion, goon, whatever term isn't being used as an obnoxious marketing campaign or sex-negative pejorative this week. She's an eight and a half foot tall rabbit woman with several mechanical limbs and an absolutely unquenchable thirst for power and pleasure.

Kimera, an unfathomable creature wearing the shape of the human being it used to be. Loves to turn people into stuff and invented puppygirl HRT.

The setting is full of freaks like them and I could go on all day describing them but I want to focus more on two characters in particular:

Cold Comes Summer & Warm Sweeps Autumn

Remember how earlier I said I don't commit that hard to silly thematic names in serious settings? Well so okay this is not a serious setting. Rat girl Summer.

Summer is a villain! She's selfish, short-tempered, and hates her fucking family so goddamn much. Her family are a bunch of very type-moon style mages, and when she told them to fuck off and never contact her again she also swore off magic forever. Mostly. She's also a hypocrite. Instead she favors the classics of supervillainy--rayguns with a million knobs and switches, elaborate traps and devices, and the occasional Real Gun.

Autumn is a complicated case, and one deeply entwined with the nature of Cape City as a place. At the end of the day, the heroes and villains of Cape City all play a game. An elaborate, often dangerous, sometimes deadly game, but a game nonetheless. Games have rules.

Once, the person who would become Autumn was a hero's sidekick. Said hero was a bit of a ruthless sort, which is fine on its own, but...

But that hero decided to lay a trap for Summer with their own sidekick's life as the bait. Summer isn't a heartless rat and did all she could, but the sidekick was brain-dead by the time she arrived. Wracked with guilt and grief, she exhausted every avenue she could think of to try and bring them back--her own brand of mad science, Kimera's mastery of mutagens, the mental prowess of a fellow villain... even magic. After all her efforts, someone did, at last, wake up--but not the person she'd been trying to save. That new person became Warm Sweeps Autumn, and a motherfucker of a superhero got what they deserved.

Which brings us to Autumn! Yay! She's a big (6'11") soft great pyrenees woman with a heart of gold and a pair of big fuckoff gauntlets she grapples heroes with. Summer's best (and only) dedicated minion, she's nearly indestructible physically and completely indestructible mentally. Summer isn't about to let that happen again.

Completely Normal Secretary Sylvie

Secretary to a well-reviewed therapist in Cape City, Sylvie is,

wait

whadda hell...?

#my writing

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blniight · 6 months ago

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Hiii, welcome to tumblr!!! I see you haven't written for any requests yet but i was wondering if you would write a idol!Yeosang x reader oneshot where he comes back home after tour and finds that reader has adopted a pet (cat, dog, bunny whatever you want!) And is referring to it as their baby?

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲 | kang yeosang .ᐟ

☆ ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

☆ ᴋᴀɴɢ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

kang yeosang of ateez x reader !

꩜ synopsis .ᐟ — you adopted a dog to call it your baby but yeosang has other plans

꩜ warnings .ᐟ — none :)

꩜ author’s note .ᐟ — oh my, thank you so much for writing my first request on here! i tried my best to write it according to the plot you’ve given me and i hope it reached your expectations at least a little bit. i hope i did a good job and thank you once again so much. <3 enjoy reading.

꩜ the characters and events in the story are all fictional except for the k-idols taken to fill in the imaginary role of a main character. nothing in my works is an attempt for sexualization nor it’s a hate towards anyone. please keep in mind everything is fiction and the way idols act is not presenting their actual picture nor i want to ruin their image to the society. if you’re staying up for reading. i hope you enjoy. don’t forget to like and leave a comment. it means a lot. thank you. .ᐟ

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“ Bravo! Aren’t you the cutest little being? Come here! “ — I squealed excitedly, watching as the little white fluff quickly rushed it’s tiny feet towards my open arms.

“ Good boy! “

The small maltese dog licked the palm of my hand happy with the way I scratched under his ears.

“ Are you hungry hm? I should feed you before going to sleep. “ — I said, looking at the wall clock above the fireplace that showed 10pm sharp.

Standing up from the cold wooden floor I was sitting on, I walked towards the kitchen. Last drawer of the counter was filled with many yellow packages that were especially bought for this occasion and that is — adopting this cute little fluff ball.

Having a whole house for myself now was slowly draining every bit of social and emotional energy left in me.

Most of my friends were way too busy for a meet up, having jobs or children to look after while I was rotting in my bed for the past two weeks, since me going out required more work than usual.

I wasn’t supposed to leave the house at all, only if necessary. “Others must not see you walk out of Yeosang’s house or they’ll suspect things” — is what’s written in the managment message sent by the CEO.

So I made my own little child to look after.

Well not really made… I adopted it.

“ Hetmongie come here boy! “

Quick tiny footsteps echoed through the huge room, as the dog walked up to it’s bowl full of food.

He was happily munching on the food with his tail wiggling around, which decorated my face with a bright smile.

I miss Yeosang.

At the thought of my boyfriend, the phone I left on the dinning table dinged.

‘I’m on my way home! Should be there around 7 in the morning, don’t stay awake! <3’

“ You’re gonna meet your daddy soon little one! “ — I exclaimed, watching as the fluff ball kept on eating, absolutely not caring that I was giggling like a crazy woman.

Once I got ready for the bed, welcoming myself into the warm clean sheets — the sleep immediately crashed over me.

A slight movement on the bed, the warmth of another body next to mine, strong but gentle hands carefully wrapping themselves around my body — pulling me in closer. Neck kiss followed by a deep breath that sent shivers down my spine.

“ I missed you. “ — a deep voice whispered, trying not to wake me up, not knowing I was already aware of my surroundings.

I opened my eyes, sleepily smiling, turning my head to look at the Aphrodie’s son himself.

Kang Yeosang.

“ Yeosang… “ — I mumbled. “ You’re back. “

“ Yes angel, I’ve just arrived. “ — He said, pecking the tip of my nose. “ I didn’t want to wake you up yet, sorry. You should go back to sleep, it’s barely morning. “

“ No, I’m fine. I went to bed early. “ — I said, turning my whole body to completely face him. “ How was the last show? “

“ Intense and truly amazing. Wooyoung teared up a little when we were leaving. “ — He answered, reaching his hand out, fingers brushing against my cheek, tucking the hair strand behind my ear. “ It honestly made me tear up too. “

“ Crybaby. “ — I chuckled.

Yeosang narrowed his eyes at me. “ I’m not. Wooyoung cried more. “

“ Oh, so you’re both crybabies? “ — I teased.

“ I thought you missed me, now why are you clocking me so early in the morning? “ — He asked, eyebrow raising suspiciously.

“ Because it’s funny seeing you all worked up when I tease you about being a softie. “ — I giggled, while his face remained serious.

“ That’s because I’m not. “

“ Mhm. As if I’d believe you. “ — I whispered, brushing our lips together, my eyes seductively dropping — meeting his.

“ What do I need to do for you to believe me? “ — He asked, eyes following the spell luring him to my lips.

“ Show me. “

His lips met mine in a passionate kiss, making my heart increase it’s beatings.

Oh how I missed his lips, his kisses and his gentle touches.

Turning around, my body was trapped under my lover, hands behind his neck as his went to hold my waist.

As Yeosang’s lips trailed their way down my jaw, slowly reaching my neck — Hetmongi jumped on the bed, letting out a strong loud bark.

Yeosang jumped, in progress moving himself from me, letting out a small scream before dropping on his butt on the bed edge.

My eyes scanned Yeosang, who was staring at Hetmongi like it’s a ghost from the scariest horror move he’d ever seen — sitting on our bed. His hands holding his chest, afraid that a heart attack wasn’t far away from catching him.

My laugh broke the silence, almost tearing up at the scene that unfolded a second ago.

“ Y/N it’s not funny, I almost died! What is that doing here?! “ — Yeosang said, trying to calm down his heavy breathing and racing heart.

“ I-I can’t you… I can’t you’re so funny… “ — I spoke in between laughter, trying to catch my own breath as Hetmongi licked the palm of my hand.

“ Is that a freaking dog? “

“ Are you being serious now? Of course it’s a dog, look at him, hello little boy! “ — I said, scratching Hetmongi’s ears.

“ Well I’m sorry for not expecting to see a dog bark at me while I’m trying to have sex with my girlfriend! “ — Yeosang sulked.

I covered Hetmongi’s ears, nasty side-eyeing the boy sitting on the bed.

“ What? “ — He questioned, confused by my deathly stare.

“ It’s still a baby, watch your language. “

He blinked twice, looking at the fluff ball, then back at me.

“ Why do you have a dog? “ — He questioned.

“ Because I adopted it. “

His eyes widened. “ You adopted it? “

“ Yeah, isn’t it cute? “ — I asked, grinning widely as Hetmongi made himself comfortable, climbing in my lap.

Yeosang eyed the dog for a few more minutes, his brain processing what is going on, before speaking up again.

“ You didn’t tell me there was a dog here. “

“ It was supposed to be a surprise. “ — I said. “ Hetmongi meet your daddy! “

Yeosang glanced down at the maltese in my lap.

“ I- What… “

He was completely lost, the cogs probably not doing much work in that beautiful head of his.

“ Are you mad at me? “ — I asked, watching his zoned out stare.

“ What? “ — The trance broke, back to soft eyes looking up at me. “ No, angel, I can’t ever be mad at you. I just didn’t expect to see a dog all of the sudden, plus it scared the absolute shit out me like… God. “

“ His name is Hetmongi. “ — I said with the proud smile.

“ How original. “ — Yeosang commented, rolling his eyes playfully.

“ I thought about adopting a cat but this maltese looked like you so I had to take him home. “

“ Oh not you too… “ — Yeosang said, standing up from the bed like something terrible just happened in his life. “ I will not sit here being called a maltese by my own girlfriend too. “

I giggled at his adorable reaction, all frustrated. “ Cutie. But it means that it’s true now that I’ve said it too. “

“ First of all… “ — Yeosang fixed his posture, his chin proudly up in the air. “ I’m a doberman, second of all, I’m not cute. “

Silence.

Before I brusted out in laughter again, making him scoff at me.

“ Y/N, it’s not funny! “ — He raised his voice, pouting like a five-year old.

Hetmongi barked at him again, making my laughter unstoppable.

“ Even our son agrees with me. “ — I said.

“ You all just hate me. You both turned against me. I see how it is. “ — He dramatically said, tucking literally nothing behind his ear, looking anywhere but me.

“ Mongie I think daddy is having an identity crisis. “ — I spoke to the dog that was still cuddling in the warmth of my lap.

“ It’s not because I know I’m a doberman. “ — Yeosang said. “ Now, you both excuse me while I go and take a shower. “ — adding, he turned around leaving the room. The serious attitude act never dropping.

“ Don’t let him fool you, he’s a maltese. “ — I spoke to Hetmongi.

“ Doberman! “ — Yeosang’s voice rang through the hallway back to us.

About a week later, the noticeable change was kicking in Yeosang and his interactions towards Hetmongi.

He would often feed him, play ‘catch’ around the house and I would even catch him sleeping with Hetmongi in his lap.

Currently Wooyoung and Mingi were over, having dinner at our place as we all witnessed Yeosang feed Hetmongi.

The white maltese happily barked, listening to every order Yeosang would say, patiently waiting to get his food.

“ What are they doing? “ — Mingi questioned. The scene in front of him alerting his brain chemistry.

“ They are communicating. “ — Wooyoung chuckled.

“ Like father like son. “ — I said.

“ I’m literally right here, stop gossiping. “ — Yeosang said, joining us at the table.

“ Does this mean you’re accepting your maltese side finally? “ — Mingi asked.

“ For the billionth time, no. “

“ He’s lying. “ — I mouthed to Mingi, giggling.

“ So, when are you gonna introduce your son to others? “ — Wooyoung added.

“ Once Y/N gets pregnant. “ — Yeosang said, making me choke slightly on the piece of bread I had just biten into.

“ Oh. “ — Wooyoung smirked. “ I see how it is. I hope you also name it Hetmongi. “

Once alone in the house with Yeosang again. I walked up to the couch he was resting on, Hetmongi curled in his lap again.

“ Yeosang… About what you said… While we were eating. “ — my own voice betraying me, gulping nervously.

“ About you being pregnant? “ — He looked up at me sitting down like I’m paralyzed.

I nodded, taking a deep breath to speak up again but he was fast enough to catch on first.

“ I wasn’t joking… If that’s what you wanted to ask. I mean, I really want to have a baby with you one day. A family. So… Like… “ — He spoke, his cheeks blushing, eyes looking everywhere but me in panic. “ Whenever you’re… Uhm… Ready for that… I don’t want to pressure you or anything. I just said it, so you know that, I see the future with you. “ — He stopped for a second, thinking deeply before looking into my eyes, noticing they are full of tears. Removing Hetmongi from his lap, he grabbed my hands immediately.

“ Y/N, why are you crying? I-I… Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry… I know it probably didn’t make any sense… It’s okay if you don’t want to get pregnant… I mean we don’t need to have a child, we-we have Hetmongi and we’ll adopt another one if you want to or if— “

My lips placed on his, breaking his nervous, stuttering and heaven sent speach, taking him by surprise. His lips responded to mine tenderly before I pulled away.

“ I love you. “ — I said. “ I would love to have a baby with you Yeosang. “

I heard him gulp, redness painting his pale cheeks again. His glowing eyes, searching for any discomfort in my own, not breaking the contact.

“ Y-You… You would? “

I nodded.

“ Absolutely. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and also raise our baby together. “ — quickly pecking his lips again before adding. “ Maybe Hetmongi would love to have a brother or sister. “

He smiled, suddenly standing up from the couch pulling me up with him in his arms, which got me gasping in surprise.

“ Then I think we should make you a real baby this time instead of adopting another maltese. “ — He said, walking us out of the living room, taking slow steps upstairs.

“ Don’t need more maltese dogs. I already have two. “

Rolling his eyes, he carried me inside our bedroom.

“ You’re going to be the death of me. “

Hetmongi barked from the living room, making me chuckle and Yeosang to shut the door closed this time — wishing not to have any more ‘interruptions’.

#ateez yeosang #ateez atiny #fanfiction #kpop #kpop imagines #ateez fanfic #kang yeosang #yeosang fanfic #ateez masterlist #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios

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omniversequirk · 5 months ago

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A collection of all the utterly demented ALTR anomaly ideas I came up with

This is a collection of ALTRs I either created a long time ago or made up on the spot. Why.

A blast furnace that spews out flames from an opening in the side, and shows you images of the future and long lost loved ones in it to get you to walk in and feed its flames

A red, white, purple, and blue patchwork bunny rabbit plushie that will explode you into thousands of small shiny jewels, beads, and trinkets if you make it mad

A fighter jet with that shark design you see on them a lot, but it also has extreme self-esteem issues and performance anxiety, and has to be reassured that it’s doing a good job

A small book with over 8,000 logged songs from different solo singers and bands from the 1950s-2020s. If you hit it against a wall, or use any rough blunt force for that matter, it will begin playing a randomly chosen song from the book after a three second delay. After the song is finished, it will not play anything else for a 12 hour period

A huge jar of bath oil beads. If you swallow one you start having dreams about ancient sea gods, then you start hearing their voices along with the sounds of the ocean, then after about 5 days you just become a pile of sea foam

A snow globe music box that if you wind it up and play it, it summons a violent blizzard in the exact room you’re in. The snow is exceedingly cold. Nobody knows where the snow comes from

A girl that can spontaneously create these colored light orbs that look like something out of those old 3D light wave windows computer wallpapers. You probably have no idea what I’m talking about but I do

A sentient plush snake that really, REALLY likes crystals. Like this plush has a whole hoard of them in its containment chamber

A group of five small cat statues that team up to create a holographic lion that claims it is the “king of the Saturn empire.” Refer to it as Your Majesty or it WILL get enraged

This is all I can think of. I will definitely add more if I think of more to have ideas about

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye egos #jacksepticeye fandom #iris project #iris #jacksepticeye iris #jse iris #altrverse #jse egos

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pumpkinmetaphor · 11 months ago

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opinions on tamakao? :P (through and through kyokao shipper here but im curious)

I'm a middle school crush Kaoru -> Tamaki truther

Actually, have this snippet from a draft of a fic I wrote and never finished/posted in March 2022

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“I think,” Kyoya says, “we have things to reconsider.”

Hikaru and Kaoru both look over. They’ve become accustomed to Tamaki’s bouts of depression, dramatic flairs and posturing, but usually they intend to cause it for humorous effect. Today’s episode, causing him to cultivate a woodlouse farm amongst the sheets of piano music in the back cupboard, was entirely unintentional.

Kaoru doesn’t really feel it’s their fault. Hikaru didn’t mean to spill the coffee, after all. He hadn’t carried a tray before. And the girl he splashed made an awful lot of noise about the bottom hem of her dress being marked by the spillage. If she’d been paying more attention to her surroundings and less to insulting his brother, she would have seen Kaoru pick the pitcher up before he doused her in lemon water. And after all, how else did she expect to clean her dress? And if her friend paid more attention to where she was going instead of trying to grab the front of Kaoru’s uniform, then she would have seen Hikaru’s foot shoot out before he kicked the legs of her chair out from under her. And really, if the girls wanted to be treated like princesses, they surely shouldn’t have picked the hosts whose whole selling point is their mischievous, boyish charm.

That’s what Hikaru said, and Kaoru copied, anyway. Kaoru does a very good job at mimicking Hikaru’s unaffected cadence even as the guilt gnaws away at him. He’s not guilty about the girls, not in the slightest, but he can’t help continually glancing over to the cupboard. This was not behaviour that Tamaki was proud of.

“It wasn’t very nice,” Hani says. He makes the bunny toy do an approximation of an apologetic gesture, which they both cringe at.

“They were regulars,” Kyoya says, making another note, “Were, being the operative word. They’re unlikely to return.”

“What a loss,” the twins sound, sardonically. Kaoru comes in a beat late and Hikaru gives him a look.

“So, your sole achievement here has been delivering us a net loss of customers,” Kyoya responds, sharply. “If sabotage is your new USP, you’re welcome to leave. I can personally escort you back to the middle school building.”

Kaoru feels the guilt rise sickly in his throat again. He looks towards the cupboard once more, before looking down at Hikaru’s clenched fist. This is how it’s always going to end with them, after all. They both know that. Kaoru knows he wasn’t the only one lulled into the false sense of security that having friends for once gave them, and it betrays him more to see betrayal written on his mirror image than to feel it on his own face. Hikaru’s eyes flash towards him, and the feeling is mutual.

“Well, yeah?” Hikaru stands sharply. Kaoru joins, in belated unison. “So what? This is a bore anyway. We’ve better things to do than sit around here and be lectured. We're leaving."

“No, no, no!” Tamaki all but tumbles out of the closet, hands waving. Woodlice are displaced in a frenzy and Hani yelps, covering his plate with his hands. He points, dramatically, at the twins. Hikaru sighs and sits back down, preparing for a sermon. “I simply won’t have it! Mommy, Mommy! Are you going to let them leave??”

Kyoya looks mostly nonplussed, but visibly relents. “I was considering writing them out of the will.”

“And you!” Tamaki jabs Hikaru in the chest before then, for equality’s sake, jabbing Kaoru as well. Both frown and sit, rubbing the forming bruises. “I will not have you two walking out on this family!”

This posturing isn’t uncommon either. The first time he heard Kyoya referred to as “Mommy,” Kaoru watched his brother almost swallow his teeth. Kaoru had a similar reaction the first time Tamaki pinched his cheek and called him his “son.” He seems to be under the impression that the club is a makeshift family, like those off American sitcoms Kaoru and his brother think are inconceivable, obviously some cultural abnormality. They’d been happy just to have a few friends who were, for the most part, worthy of their time. Family hadn’t really been on their radar, and yet they appear to have got it nonetheless.

However, both he and Hikaru make the same face when Tamaki calls them his “sons,” so Kaoru knows it must be for the same reason. Whatever that is.

“No, I won’t have this! I didn’t raise you two to be such ungentlemanly devil children!”

“You didn’t raise us at all,” both retort.

Tamaki continues, unperturbed. “I’ll just have to teach you! We’ll change direction! If you can’t be nice to girls then we’ll have to make use of who you can be nice to!”

Kaoru’s brain immediately goes to the only other gender he can think of on the fly. “Hah?”

There’s a finger flying and pointing in his face. Tamaki looks gleeful, grin spreading from ear to ear. “You can be nice to each other!”

Ah, Kaoru thinks. That makes more sense.

“Great plan. How does that help us host?” Hikaru asks sardonically. Kaoru second-guesses himself. Actually, this doesn’t make much sense either now that he thinks about it but it makes decidedly more sense to him than flirting with boys. That would make them gay, from what limited knowledge Kaoru has researched on the subject.

“Ye of little faith,” Tamaki simpers, hand to heart. It’s comical, really. “You have so much to learn about women.” Kaoru is with him there. He’s researched girls even less. “Women like a man who’s in touch with his own emotions. Women especially like men who are in touch with each other’s emotions, if you catch my drift. And the fact that you’re identical– that just means you have an advantage over the competition!”

“The competition of other guys pretending to be gay, you mean,” Hikaru says, drolly, at the same time Kaoru says, “That’s what girls like?” because, really, you learn something new every day.

Hikaru looks at Kaoru. Kaoru looks at Hikaru. “Hard pass,” they both say, deadpan.

Tamaki tosses his arms in the air and wails, wails, before falling to his knees. This is extra comical, and the two stare at each other, lips pursed as they try to restrain themselves from bursting out laughing. After all, this is a serious subject. It’s a serious request. One that they have no intentions of honouring.

Kyoya clicks his pen. “Tamaki forgot to mention how funny it would be.”

Tamaki stops, mid wail, and gives Kyoya a curious look. The twins stop tittering. Many unspoken words are exchanged through a series of covert glances between people for whom telepathy is genetic and between those for whom it’s contagious.

“On second thoughts,” Tamaki says, tearing his gaze away from Kyoya’s to look back at the twins. He wipes his eyes. “Maybe that’s not a good idea. After all, it would be rather mean to take such advantage of the girls like that. It just wouldn’t be honest. The worst sort of prank really.”

“Prank,” Hikaru and Kaoru repeat, cautiously.

“Well, yes, I suppose that’s how you could describe it.” Tamaki sighs, dramatically, before shooting them the most obvious look they’ve ever seen. “It would really involve tricking these poor girls. They’re just, hm, too gullible for that. It wouldn’t be nice.”

It’s obvious. It’s painfully obvious. They both lean in further. “Okay. We’re listening.”

“No no, it just wouldn’t be right. I’ll come up with something else. Something so very boring, something that isn’t a fun game at all.” Tamaki turns away, the back of his hand resting wearily against his forehead. He cracks an eye open and looks over his shoulder, instantly giving the act away.

“Besides,” Kyoya supplies, smiling almost menacingly, “You wouldn’t be able to do it.”

They’re being wound up. They’re being baited. It’s reverse psychology 101. They fall for it, hook, line, and sinker. “What? Yes we could!” Kaoru insists.

“It couldn’t be that hard,” Hikaru continues.

“Bet we could do it in our sleep,” Kaoru adds.

Tamaki barks a laugh. “I don’t think we need to hear about what you do in your sleep,” he says slyly, and Kaoru for a sinking moment thinks that he knows before coming to his senses and realising that, unlike Hikaru, Tamaki cannot read his mind and cannot know about the carriages. Which brings Kaoru up at a loss for what he could actually be referring to.

“It’s not easy,” Hani comments, “You’ll have to keep it up for nearly four years! It’s a toughie to keep an act going that long.” He sounds like he’s talking from experience, and the twins share a look. Perhaps this whole cute shtick is just a creepy cover. Hani proceeds to shovel a forkful of cake at the toy rabbit’s mouth and they determine that no one could be that good at acting. Except maybe themselves.

“We can do it,” they say, in unison.

“Excellent! Superb!” Tamaki cheers, twirling once before plonking down between them. They were sitting thigh to thigh, so he mostly lands on their laps and both grimace as they’re forced to scooch to make room for him.

“Now, the first trick is to perfect the physicalities of the move. The context will change depending on the conversation, but the move– the move has to be a signature.” Tamaki snaps his fingers in Hikaru’s face and Hikaru looks like he might bite them if they were any closer. “Watch and learn, my protégé.”

He turns to Kaoru and presses his thumb to the dent of his chin. Kaoru, in turn, swallows hard and goes cross-eyed staring down at the imposing digit. “Eyes up,” Tamaki coaxes, quietly, and Kaoru obeys. “You have to be able to look at each other like there’s no one else in the room.”

Tamaki leans in and, he’s right, there’s no one else in the room. It’s just Tamaki and Kaoru. And Hikaru, of course, but always Hikaru. This close, Kaoru can count every one of his eyelashes if he had the time. They’re blonder up close, and he has three sunspots under the bottom eyelid of one eye. Tamaki’s eyes are so blue, not sea colour so he may drown in them but verging on violet so as they may prove detrimental to his overall health this close. His focus isn’t on lip reading, instead honing in on the cupid’s bow arch of his upper lip, barely moving as he speaks so softly that Kaoru can’t hear it over the blood rushing to his face.

He understands then, with complete clarity, why girls choose Tamaki and choose for him to look at them like this, even with insincerity, every day, time and time again. It’s overwhelming to feel, even momentarily, this entertaining.

The girls have better impulse control and Kaoru’s never wanted anything he couldn’t take. Before he can remember to breathe, he closes the gap between their lips and kisses Tamaki, square on the mouth.

There’s dead silence.

Kaoru moves back.

Tamaki looks stunned, speechless for probably the first time in his life. Over his shoulder, the telltale vein is throbbing in Hikaru’s temple and he’s fisting his hand in his uniform trousers. Kaoru doesn’t look around, doesn’t care to see what anyone else’s reaction is. There’s only two people in the room that he cares about, and the sickly, guilty feeling starts threatening to gain legs and crawl its way out of his throat, regurgitate on the floor in front of them as an apology because he’s never had to apologise for anything before in his life and doesn’t know if his mouth is physically able to form the words.

Tamaki stutters, once. That’s all he has time for before Hikaru reaches around, grabs him by the tie, and yanks him around to kiss him on the mouth too.

Hikaru pulls back quicker, or at least seemingly so. Kaoru felt like his lips were joined with Tamaki’s for an eternity, but watching it happen in his reflection appears less cinematic, more grade school monkey bars. Tamaki looks like he’s going to short circuit, staring at Hikaru in grey-faced, stunned silence.

Hani giggles sharply in the background.

Slowly, Hikaru’s face spreads into an almost menacing grin and, slower, Kaoru’s face lifts to match it. Tamaki’s gaze flits between them, index finger hovering mid-air, halfway between accusatory and revelatory. He sputters, and their faces light up in synchronised entertainment.

“They can’t do that,” Kyoya says. He hasn’t even looked up from his clipboard. “The board will complain.”

#presented unedited #tamakao #tamahikakao #on a technicality even though Hikaru's just acting in the interest of fairness <- hmmmmmmmmmm ok good luck babe #this was also written I believe before the 'kyoya starts the twins host club act by putting hot sauce in kaoru's tea' was translated #so I was operating off of pure vibes for year 0 host club dynamics

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