#and the cute little animal ears shoot straight up!

[transgender-catboy]

I love being surprised by something or someone because almost immediately I'll feel the imaginary animal ears pop up on my head

[hanasnx]

"IF YOU WANT MORE LOVE, WHY DON'T YOU SAY SO?" — anakin skywalker.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: dedicated to my moot ro @dosiido bcos if she hadnt written that little toji blurb i prolly never wouldve tried writing a little smthn tn. WARNINGS: fem reader | sexual content | size difference + kink | lashing reference | a little ass pat | references to vaginal fingering | p in v | overstimulation mention | fluffy and loving.

6'7!ANAKIN SKYWALKER makes the very ground shake. Vibrations reverberate throughout the floor when he storms through, warning you of his impending presence. His sheer mass cannot be explained, only experienced firsthand. As if reactivating any residual prey instincts sewn deep into your DNA from ancient times, you shy in his atmosphere as he takes up the room with not only his muscled body but his overarching personality. It's strong, potent. Arguments with him are impossible when he can intimidate you with a glance. His permanent scowl etched into his eyebrows make sure of that.

"What?" he asks, and anyone but you would mistake it for irritability, when instead he is concerned. His feathery voice soothes your ears, and you gulp as he searches your body language for signs of fatigue or discomfort.

Caught, heat rises to your cheeks and you avert your gaze. "Nothing." you respond promptly, a twinge of fear that his impatience will earn you some form of lashing. Not that you'd mind. You're hot and bothered standing next to him, and he looks down at you like you're a child to be taken care of or taught.

"You're staring again." he audibly observes, and traces of exasperation are heard within his tone. You chew your lip, punctually swallowing your rebuttal that he has the worst staring problem of anyone you've ever met, constantly observing you as if you're an animal to be studied through experiments he himself design. In a way, you are. Tested through various sorts of stimulation that he calculates, you might as well be his personal pet project. Being stared at by Anakin is an expectation of yours, and a right that he believes to own. Once it's clear you're lost in thought—or won't respond—he leads you away with a large hand grazing the small of your back. The tingles of his contact shoot straight up to glitter in your brain as pleasurable frission, so desperate for his attention that the slightest bit of it sends you into an embarrassing tizzy. "What's gotten into you?" he speaks under his breath, and you're sure a scold is on its way. You fight the disappointment that creeps up when his hand drops from your back, but returns just as swiftly when he tucks you into the atmosphere of his side, corralling you into the privacy of a dark corner.

You can't bring yourself to say anything, hopelessly peering up at him with big eyes to which he gets lost in. Batting your lashes, a tug appears at the corner of his lips as he watches your hands clasp behind your back in an innocent manner, twirling side to side as your chest sticks out from your positioning. As if he can understand your secret language, he sighs, and glances over his shoulder to check for eavesdroppers. One signal in a tilt of his head, and you giddily follow his directions as the flat ends of his fingers give your ass an encouraging pat when you pass him.

You hadn't anticipated that when he was herding you towards seclusion with his massive body behind yours—gently urging you forward with his body heat and curling his frame around you to check the cute expression on your face—that you'd end up tangled up in him again. He hadn't anticipated it either, fully intended to get you off with two thick fingers coaxing a release out of you so you'll stop ogling him like a lost puppy. Instead, you were too good to resist. Poor pussy pulsing around his knuckles, begging for something better had him undoing his pants to bury himself within you.

Grateful, you clutch onto his clothes, bunching it all up in your little hands as you gasp for air over his hulking shoulder. Folded up over yourself like a malleable doll he's molded to his whims, you feel infinitely smaller than before underneath him. Even his head next to yours dwarfs yours, his face longer, wider, more chiseled than your round and soft cheeks. You feel his gentle lips kissing onto one as he begs you to loosen up with shallow ruts into your cunt.

"Why didn't you just say so?" he questions husky and hot in your ear. You shiver, your hole spasming around him, still recovering from the overstimulation of orgasms he pulled before this. "Do I have to read your mind?"

Tears prick the corners of your eyes from how hard you squeeze them shut, willing yourself to nod as he carves out a space for his long cock inside you, able to bottom out. A long groan resounds from low in his throat as he soaks the fit of it in.

A moment is spent in content silence as you bite hard into your lower lip. A clumsy thumb wedges in between you two, stroking at your prickling clit. A thankful wetness wells up within you. "Next time I'll make you use those pretty words, my love. For now, let me take care of you."

[wqnwoos]

cw — f!reader

“chan, my love,” you attempt for what must be the third time — “you know these things are rigged, right?”

it’s like he barely hears you, hand fixated on the lever, eyes narrowed in concentration, zeroed in with, frankly, terrifying intensity on the stuffed dinosaur that sits inside the claw machine.

you’d really, truly, only meant it as a passing comment! the two of you were just walking past the games on your way to the hot dog stand, and the little green dinosaur had caught your eye. “look! a dino, like you!” — you’d nudged him lightly, the briefest of laughs — “it’s so cute!”

you’re not sure how, but your boyfriend took that as a challenge.

which is how you wind up in your current position: watching him let out another stream of curses when the dinosaur, unsurprisingly, falls from the claw for the fifth time.

“chan.” you try again, but he glances at you with a fleeting, dazzling smile —

“just a sec, baby,” he assures, a steeling determination in his tone. “i swear i’ve got it this time. i’m good at these.”

“they’re rigged, baby,” you repeat, feeling like a stuck record, but giving in all the same. “nobody’s good at these.”

but less than half a minute later, you’re eating your words. somehow, he’s managed to drop the dinosaur straight down the shoot, fuelled by mumbled swears and intense lever use, maybe — but he’s done it.

“for my lady,” he declares magnificently, turning to present it to you with an overdramatic flourish and bow. you don’t quite match his elegance, grabbing the dinosaur to your chest with a delighted sound.

“i love him,” you announce, completely disregarding the baffled looks the two of you are getting from the throng of younger children to your side. “this is my new best friend.”

chan stops for a second, his brows raising; “hold on — ”

“do not tell me you’re jealous of a plushie.” you turn towards him, half-questioning, half-amused.

“listen,” he attempts, “i just mean that — i’m probably better at cuddling, you know. that thing can’t move its arms.”

“chan!” you splutter, laughing at the faux glare he shoots the tiny animal. “you’re kidding.”

his eyes flick to yours, his brows flick upwards. “am i?”

you roll your eyes, and assure him. “you’re not being replaced.” and for good measure, you drop a sweet kiss on his cheek, smiling when his ear go ever so slightly red.

(“it’s like a reward,” he quotes, brushing his fingers over where your lips have touched — that’s when you know it’s time to cut off his tiktok addiction.)

an / that last part is just me being silly. sorryyy this is so short and not very good i’m doing a little bit insane i have SO MANT family members staying at my house (currently sleeping on a sofa bed in my parents’ room. u can imagine how that’s going.)

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[babybratzmaraj]

You Don’t Know My Name

Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond

You as Yourself

Summary: Today was the start of your day which already wasnt worth a lick of shit, but what if someone changes that?

A/N i gave the nigga a full name, yall gone see, but SURPISEEE! @megamindsecretlair you clocked me and it is Mr Terry that was in the coming soon, hope you enjoyed yet another cameo in this series and i hope you like it!♥️ also @violetmuses ik i gave you this idea, but i stole it back and i hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Warnings: Nothing, just pure cuteness and family time.

For Boosted Experience, Heres the Official Soundtrack. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2K7IeGXgQq7K16YP1Jb7yN?si=UCA3v7yZQieKWNRrBg0wdA&pi=u-4AXbUCgzR42u

Your eyes fluttered open at the annoyance of your alarm clock blaring in your ear, you looked over to see it was 7:45, 45 minutes past your time to get ready for work.

Over today already, you slammed your hand onto the clock, not giving a damn if the thing broke or not. You looked outside to see the sun’s beautiful attempt to wake the people of Earth, the vibrancy of the colors making you jealous that you have to work at 9:30 but choose to get up to prep for it.

You glanced in the mirror and almost gave yourself seven years of bad luck, The one time you take your braids out is the day you decide to get five more minutes of sleep, Luckily, you washed and blow-dried it the night before, so it shouldn’t give you a hassle, but your hair never agrees.

You turned off the alarm clock before the snooze timer exploded your eardrums, grabbing your phone to put on your get-ready-for-work playlist.

Summer by Kenya Vaun blasted through your pink headphones, enjoying the outside before heading to work which would take the whole song, but it was just a nice way to start today.

The vibrant colors scrambled away as the blues paraded throughout the sky, the clouds playing tag and creating little symbols and animals, you could stand still and watch the sky all day and not get bored, even the heart-shaped cloud winking down at you.

You approached your job with a fake smile, Westside Diner! Home of one of the best coney dogs in your opinion, the 1950’s 1950-inspired diner was filled with memorabilia from the past and fifties like decor, you admired how much time and effort was put into making the wonderful restaurant if only there was one for us black people.

You scurried across the street, smelling the breakfast scents that lingered out into the air and slapping you dead in your negro nostrils, envy filled your body towards the people who were enjoying themselves at this establishment.

Pushing open the door, the door suddenly became lighter, shooting your hands forward as you braced your fall, an arm flung around to catch you, a small ‘oof!’ flew from your mouth.

‘Please get off me, I’m finna clock out’ You said calmly in your head, closing your eyes to not see if there were any witnesses.

Your despair was vocal enough that a deep chuckle shook you straight, “No one saw it,” he said, low enough to be quiet as a church mouse. You turned around to see if the voice matched the face and whew!

This fine… Heaven sent of a man completely towering over you, he sported a brown sweater with khakis with black dress shoes with a gold buckle on the side, gold gracefully complementing his skin tone, and not too much gold to wear it drowns the color from his eyes, good lord his eyes! as ethereal as the sky.

“Alrighty buttercup,” you snapped your head around to see Ms. Olaynika, the manager and your third mother you have collected like a Pokemon. She snapped her fingers and hurried you, “It’s 8:54, Times’a ticking and food is ready to go in stomachs!” she finished before going back to her table like she didn’t just rush you, the professionality, you loved it.

“Thank you, hope you enjoy your day.” You thanked the man before scraming away from him.

“So you mean to tell me,” Your best friend Nicole stood there with a face with her arms crossed with her eyebrows scrunched up and away like her braids, “You had this fine ass man who saved you from embarrassment, held you for a long time, and had nice eyes?”

You smiled while rolling your eyes, “I just know that isn't what all you got from that.”

“No!” She tilted her head to the side as her voice went up an octave higher than normal, “I’m just saying I don't know how you standing right here talking to me instead of going downtown.”

“I wish, but I need a ‘you deserve it’ weekend, I’m tired of being cooped in the house.” you sighed walking up to the counter with Nicole trailing you. “I can’t have Mr. Bigshot to distract me.”

“You know that’s a damn lie,” she told you in a sing-songy voice, “You gone think about him all day and that's ok! You deserve that along with your ‘you deserve it weekend’.”

She was right, but you couldn’t let her know that she wouldn’t let you hear the end of it even after your shift. You checked the notebook to see whose section was where and when the time switch was. “And how do you know he finna be on my mind?” You asked without looking up from the notebook.

“Because he is currently, at your section, Have fun!”

You finally looked up from the scribbled on paper to see that he really was in your section, his glasses placed on the tip of his nose, his gaze fixated on the book, and he had a good pick! White Smoke by Tiffany D. Jackson, Your smile flipped inwards as you admired his taste in books.

You straighten your posture, checking if your shirt was ok and decent for the eyes to absorb. You pranced towards his booth with a smile on your face, clicking your pen to hide the fact that you were absolutely scared to talk to this man without your stuttering sneaking through the flaps of your mouth.

You stated your name with a smile and snuck glances at his book. He was at the part where Marigold was sneaking around her mom and her stepdad to make her very own weed farm, but it was destroyed by something or someone? Who the fuck knows, you never got to finish, maybe you can go to the library soon to catch up on it.

“Passionate reader huh?” He asked, noticing your desperate attempts to read along with him. You hid your smile behind your notepad, “You caught me, That is my favorite author, even though I only finished one book.”

“Really?” His eyebrows were hunched, sticking a napkin in place of a bookmark. “Yes! The book was called ‘Grown’. It was such a lovely book and-” You started to ramble about the book but you’ve realized, you don’t get paid for sharing interests, you get paid for working.

“What would you like?”

“Oh, you can’t do that to me.” he covered his heart as if he was just insulted, “You can’t leave me like that, I wanted to hear about this book.”

“Maybe if we meet again, I do look better outside my work clothes,” you joked and he laughed, your toes spazzing out inside your black Nike huaraches, He laughed! And he had a nice one, a very cute one along with his ear-to-ear smile.

“Coffee, Please, and whatever food you think I would enjoy.”

“Ooooook.” You jotted down his order, “And how would you like your coffee?”

“Sweet, Like you.” he winked.

“Give me 5 minutes and I’ll be back with your coffee.”

It’s been 20 minutes since you last gave Mystery Man his meal. Since he let you be the judge of what he ate, you gave him one of your favorites at this diner! The Western Omelette with crispy hash browns on the side with a smiley face in ketchup. While waiting at other tables, you observed him nervously, scared that he might not like your selection of breakfast foods, that you put too much sugar and whipped cream in his coffee, which you also made a smiley face on as well, he had you anxious and you didn’t like it, he was a cute stranger after all.

After a while you sucked it up, shaking your jitters away as you walked up to his booth. “Everything alright with your order?”

“Mm!” He signaled you to wait for a little minute as he took a sip of his coffee, licking his lips as he gently set the mug down, “I loved it, the hash browns may be my new favorite here.”

You felt relieved, your muscles that you didn’t even know were tensed eased, “I’m glad I can make your morning better! Would you like anything else?”

“Uh, A To-Go Box and a Fruit Punch To-Go please.” He smiled, grabbing a napkin to dab the sides of his mouth.

“I can start on the fruit punch and if you want, you can follow me to ring out your order.”

“No need,” he said, digging into his pocket and handing you his black card. This nigga is fancy.

You looked at the card almost dumbfounded. You never really saw a black card, only heard about it from Fabolous and movies and shit, but never seen it in person.

You carefully grabbed his card from his hands, “I’ll be back.”

You walked away and checked on your other table that wanted your attention before him. Making sure everyone was ok with their needs met, you walked to the cash register, punching in his food and coffee, sneaking a peek at the name on the card, Terrance Richmond. A sophisticated name for a sophisticated man, a wonderful sight to see.

You slid the card with the receipt into your waist apron as you asked one of your co-workers to ring in a new customer while you started on his fruit punch with light ice. The fruit punch here was delicious and it didn’t need to be watered down with hella ice.

Swiftly grabbing a To-Go box on your way out, you happily waddled towards Terry’s table. “Your Box, Punch and,” You dragged your last word as you pulled out his card and receipt out the apron, “Card, Mr. Richmond.”

“Oh! I see you snuck a peek for my name, it's only right I know your full one.” he teased you as he examined the paper.

“I don’t get paid for that, I get paid to service you.” you teased back as you can only hope you get to do that for free.

You gave him your pen and pointed to the line below the total, “Since you did pay with card, You need to sign here, for fraud protection purposes. While you do that, I shall be back with your copy.”

He silently thanked you, his smile growing wider and more innocent. You looked around and made eye contact with Nicole, making matching faces as you two met at the counter.

“Sooooo,” she started, “How’s Tall, Black, and Lightskin?” she asked as you covered your mouth, silently howling in the semi-busy environment around you two. “He has a name, it’s Terrance.”

“I’m not calling him that long ass name!” she huffed as she rang in her customer's order, “That nigga name will be Mr. Pretty Eyes.”

“Terrance too long of a name but Mr. Pretty Eyes is just right? Kinda backwards shit is that Yoda?”

“Care about that shit, I do not!” she perfectly said in Yoda, causing you both to snicker, tapping each other on the shoulder. “Plus must I remind you of that alien ass nigga you had a crush on in 6th-”

“Eugh!” You verbally voiced your displeasure with yourself, his face just flashing into your head. “We don’t speak about that vermin.”

Nicole threw her hands up, taking a pen from the clean cup to scratch her head full of braids. “Aw, Shit. I gave him my pen.” you reminded yourself scooting past her to go to his booth but he was long gone, all that was left was his fruit punch, your pen, and a 50 dollar bill. The writing on the cup said ‘Enjoy Yourself:)’. You looked around for his silhouette, but he was long gone, you smiled at his nice gesture of leaving you a fruit punch.

What a way to start off your morning.

Home, 8 pm,

You closed your eyes as your bed welcomed you back into its arms, the savory smell of chili floating around in your room.

You finished your shift with ease after your little encounter with that man. That’s rude, his name is Terry, Terrance, but permanently Terry. You have got to stop beating yourself up over something small.

But it wasn’t small, everything that flowed off that man was so intoxicating, a mystery in a good book or show that you just want to solve, but not so quickly, you needed some fun in your life.

After your shift, You and Nicole walked to your house to talk for a few and according to her, you were a daydreamer. Every few minutes or so, you would zone out, even her calling you Buttercup didn’t snap you out, and that’s close to an army vet being awoken by ‘At Ease’.

You denied it but you definitely were. You just couldn’t stop thinking about how his reading voice is, Was he gentle? Was he passionate? Would he carefully rub the pages before turning? Does he lick his index to turn it? Many outcomes, Many Possibilities.

A tickling sensation jolted you out of your trance, your eyes zapping to the culprit, which was your grandmother, “I’ve been yelling your name Cupcake!” she sarcastically smiled, waving the clean black spoon around like a mad woman.

“Sorry Mama Moonie,” You bounced to your feet, grabbing your phone off the bed before extending your arms towards her.

“Yeah, Yeah. When we get to this table you gone tell me what boy got my baby acting like she’s Tiana.” she pointed the spoon in your face, giving you an up-down before she walked away leaving you speechless. “Who said it was a boy!”

You trailed behind her as she grabbed two navy blue bowls out of the cabinet, peering at you like you must’ve forgotten who she was.

“Cupcake lemme tell ya,” she started, ready to tell you information you already knew by saying:

“I have been on this earth for 63 long ass years, that's 6 decades’ worth of knowledge compared to the few you have. You don’t think I have had those experiences where a man would have me ina spell! His aura haunts you in a way that makes you paralyzed, the masculinity he possesses within himself, and to not be an asshole in the same breath. I could go all day but you don’t wanna hear about my pussy being wet.”

“MOONIES!” you yelled as she started howling, your body shuddering at the thought of- That! But she is always so blunt in everything she does, you have no choice but to love it.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, swatting her laughter away, “But I’m saying, I’ve been there, so you might as well spill that tea before I clock that tea.” she finished, hitting the spoon on the pot before turning around with two full bowls of chili as she headed to the table.

“I have got to get you off of instagram reels,” you said aloud, popping the top on the pot and running water on the spoon before placing it over a towel to dry. turning around to see her shimmy into her way into the dark oak dining chair, her hands await yours.

“Let me grab crackers, I’ll join in a second.” you hurriedly opened the cabinet to grab the open box of ritz crackers, your feet shuffling to the left and the right before shimmying yourself into your seat, setting your crackers next to your bowl as you joined hands with Mama Moonies as you bowed for prayers.

“Lord I thank you for returning us to our safe and humble domain, may the food we are about to eat gives us the nutrients we need and the energy to finish our day strong, Lord I ask you for anything we don’t feel like talking about, to be in your hands, bless us with what we need, rid us of what we don’t. Lord, I also ask you to let our questions that need to be answered, be the answers that keep us sane. In Jesus name, Amen.”

The prayer ended and the tea quickly began to be spilled. You told Mama Moonies about everything, the one thing you loved about dinner time in this house, it was a time of love and happiness to be spilled around, with a lil bit of judgment here and there, but all harmless.

You told her about how the man basically saved you from embarrassment, wanted to know more about you, even made you get your own drink with a tip and a message, even telling her how you hoped he would become a regular. Her face stuck on a smirk as she downed her chilli. “Oh what Mama!” you exclaimed after having enough of her looks and giggles from time to time.

“Seems like you have a crush.”

“That I don’t!” Yes you did.

“You definitely do, and I don’t blame you, because you are either that or delusional, and my baby ain't that bullshit!” Welllllll.

“That man looks nice, is nice and the pockets right, of course I’m not saying you should go for his pockets, that would be wrong. But go for your heart child, open yourself, be free!” Moonies smiled as her arms expanded as big as the galaxy she was imagining, her wrinkled hand resting peacefully on yours, rubbing your knuckles with tender care. “I know you are shy, but it’s time to let it be known that you are here! be known that you deserve love and hey! God will bless you with a man, or that man. And hopefully, he packing.” Moonie's bluntness slipped out at the end, filling the room with belly laughter.

As the laughter died down, so did the food, bellies protruding out of their correct spots. “I’ll clean up, you go take a shower and enjoy your evening.” Moonies pat your hand, swiftly taking your bowl without your knowledge.

“You don’t have to!” You protest but she shot through your sign with a glare that will make a christian do Satan's stare. “Enjoy the rest of your night. I shall see you in da murrning!”

You blew a kiss towards her direction, pushing yourself up as itis started to race with your energy, and your energy was losing, but at least you can spend what you have left daydreaming about Mr. Richmond, something tells you that wasn’t your last time seeing him.

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[jungle-angel]

Settling In (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: It’s another freezing night in Wabang and you and Rhett decide to get the kids settled in for the night

“Alright miscreants!” Rhett called up the stairs. “Dinner’s ready!” 

Seven little Abbotts all came barreling down the stairs, nearly slipping and falling over each other on the way down, only to be pulled up to their feet by Amy. 

Hannah was the first to grab her plate for dinner as you loaded it with potatoes and pot roast. Royal was the last one through the door, stamping his feet off on the doormat before shutting and locking the door, only to have one of the skunks curling around his leg the same way Willy and Tiny usually did with visitors. 

“Damnit Rhett!” Royal cursed. “I told ya’ll to keep these rats with stripes down in the basement.” 

“Dad c’mon, they’re basically domesticated cats,” Rhett chuckled. 

“Yeah, domesticated cats that smell like Willie Nelson’s tour bus,” Royal muttered under his breath.

Kaya shakily carried her dinner plate to the table before Royal took it from her, scooping her right up off the ground and reveling in his granddaughter’s giggling. You and Kaya were the last to take your places at the table, surrounded by everyone but Cecelia as Royal said grace. 

Dinner was eaten with the kids chattering away about all the things they had done during school. Hannah couldn’t stop talking about how her teacher was teaching the class how to knit and how she planned to make mittens for everybody. The twins on the other hand, had their first grade teacher in stitches after they had been discussing Thorny Devils during their main lesson on animals, unwittingly letting their poor teacher know that their father had shared the nickname “horny toad” with the funny looking little lizard while also remaining morbidly fixated on the fact that it could shoot blood from its eyes. 

“So Daddy’s a horny toad huh?” Royal laughed. 

“It ain’t funny dad,” Rhett warned him, his face going red. 

“Royal, c’mon, as funny as it is, there are alot of little ears present,” you said, trying to hide your own laughter. 

“Aw c’mon (y/n), ya’ll should’ve heard the shit that my dad used to say in front of this one,” Royal said, pointing to Rhett. 

As soon as everyone was done and the dishes loaded into the dishwasher for the night, it soon came time for the utter hell that you and Rhett had down to military precision.......bathtime. 

Rhett had each and every one of the kids lined up in the halls with Amy going first since she was the oldest of the bunch. Hannah had been no trouble at all, but the twins had been a different story. The two little troublemakers had gotten it in their heads to use Rhett’s Irish Spring as bubble bath, but despite you and Rhett’s exasperation, you didn’t care as long as the boys were clean. Kaya was  next and the last set of twins, Harvey and Franklin, were the last to go before each of the kids were in their pjs and ready for bed. 

“Oh, hey now,” you chuckled as you looked at your phone. “Guess what?” 

“What? Wes’s septic tank exploded again?” Rhett said with a shit eating grin. 

“No,” you answered. “No school on Monday. Every school in Amelia County is closed.” 

“Oh damnit,” Rhett groaned. 

You laughed as you handed Hannah her pink blanket, fresh from the dryer. “You gonna go and see if your Ma needs help?” 

Rhett nodded and headed straight up the stairs to the bedroom the two of you had shared for the last ten years, only to find Cecelia sitting in the rocker with Dallas falling in and out of sleep in her arms. 

“Oh ya’ll are just too cute for your own good,” she cooed as the tiny little boy drifted in and out of sleep. “Pretty soon girls will be fallin all over you just like they used to do for your daddy.” 

“Let’s just hope it ain’t too soon for that Ma.” 

“Jeebus, Mary and Joseph!” Cecelia jumped. “Need I remind ya’ll Rhett James, that I happen to be holding a little one?” 

Rhett laughed a little before Cecelia handed Dallas off to him. Even now, it still made Rhett nervous as hell to hold something so small and completely dependent on him and you. “Ya’ll gonna go get in bed for the night, Ma?” 

“I think I might,” Cecelia yawned. “Your father and I might watch one of the old James Bond movies and sleep in tomorrow since it’s Saturday.” 

“Ya’ll can go,” Rhett told her. “I’ve got this.” 

Rhett seated himself in the rocker near the small woodstove in your room, calmly rocking the little one all wrapped up in his Irish knit blanket that Cecelia had made for him. Rhett couldn’t believe that he was still this small, worrying every day if Dallas would grow or if he’d have problems later in life, despite the nurses telling you and Rhett that he’d turn out perfectly fine. 

Rhett began to hum a song that Russell Redwood had taught him as a child, one that the Nez Perce mothers used to sing to their children to help them sleep at night during the frigid winter months. He hardly noticed the sound of small feet on the hard wooden floors when Kaya came trailing in with a book in one hand and her little velveteen bunny rabbit tucked under her arm. 

“Daddy?” she whispered.  

“What baby?” he asked. “Whatcha need?” 

“Can you read me a story?” 

“Let me get your brother into bed and I’ll read it, ok?” 

Kaya nodded and jumped up onto yours and Rhett’s bed when you entered, fresh from the bath and taking Dallas from Rhett before placing the little one in the knotted pine cradle next to the bed with plenty of blankets. Tiny, the calico house cat, crawled right in beside him, purring as she laid her head right near his and one of her paws slung across him. Thankfully, Willy was downstairs, much like he always was and their kittens nested safely in their basket near the fireplace. 

You and Rhett crawled into bed with Kaya between you before Rhett began reading “The Mitten”, a favorite of hers which Kaya had pestered Rhett to read every winter. 

When he finally reached the end of the book, Kaya was snoring away before Rhett turned off the lights and pulled the covers over the two of you. “Think we should carry her to bed?” he whispered. 

“Nah, let her be,” you answered. “We’ll be up before her anyways.” 

You could see him smiling in the dark before he kissed the back of your hand, the both of you hugging Kaya as she slept with the two of you joining her in sleep very soon. 

[moemammon]

Could I request HC of MC falling asleep on the brothers and someone asks them to do something but they don’t want to move bc of MC🥺 kinda like how it’s illegal to move if an animal is asleep on you🥺💕 thank you!

I'm soft for stuff like this tbh

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC falling asleep on them

Lucifer

Lucifer has found that he works best when you're near him. Something about your presence calms his old soul. So it's become a habit that he has you near while he's going through paperwork, always touching you in some fashion.

Today, you were resting your head against his shoulder in the late afternoon, the warmth of his body and the sound of his pen scribbling on paper lulling you into a sense of peace and sleepiness.

He looked over after noticing the added weight against his side, and found you'd drifted off to sleep. And man.... this man realizes just how soft he is for you. Like, can you BE any cuter??? You're gonna kill him.

He feels a warmth swell up in his chest, not only from his affection for you, he the way you seem so peaceful sleeping against him like that. The fact that you feel secure with him, while others only seem to fear him, makes his heart fill to the brim.

But now he can't move, or you'll wake up. And to make matters worse, he just heard a loud ass crash in the hall right outside, and the sound of Mammon cursing under his breath. MAMMOOONNNNN-

As much as it pains him, he doesn't have the strength to get up while you look so content and secure sleeping against him like this. Besides, he can always kill punish Mammon later. He’d just text Beel to string him up from the ceiling until then.

Mammon

It's not unusual for the two of you to chill on the couch together, and he doesn't even care that you're all over him. Actually, he's probably the one that pulled you into such a position.

You're laying on his chest, and he's got his arms around you while he plays around on his phone. And that's when he notices the tiniest of snores coming from you. He looks down and sees that you've fallen asleep.

FUCK does that make him wanna scream. His heart is so full of love that he's literally trembling. You were so.. sO CUTE. IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL. HE LOVES YOU, DAMN IT.

But then he gets a text from Lucifer, asking him to go back to RAD to fetch some documents. Why'd he have to be his errand boy all the time? Why not Satan??

Mammon is no stranger to Lucifer's wrath though, so now he has a strong need to get you off of him, yet an equally strong need to hold you close.

Especially when you mumble something that sounded vaguely like his name in your sleep. Maybe... it’d be fine to let you rest a little longer? It's not like those lousy papers were going anywhere, right?

Levi

You????? Felt comfortable enough to sleep on him?????? In the middle of a movie he put on????

There's practically steam coming out of his ears. He's short circuiting. He's going to die and it's all your fault. WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE YOURE JUST SLEEPING ON HIS ARM AND YET THE MOE IS TOO STRONG-

Seriously though, he's so red up to his ears that you'd think he might die. The only thing that keeps him from death is that you aren't awake to look at him. He was safe!

But then a notification pops up on his D.D.D, and he suddenly remembers he’s got a tournament to compete in with a couple of online friends! He promised them!!!

Maybe... he'll wake you up? No no no, he'd really die if that happened! You can't wake up yet!! But the game-! The dungeon run-!! The loot!!! What can he do?! There's no way he can ruin this 'straight-out-of-an-anime' moment!!!

Levi's never been one to miss a chance to game, so why was he so conflicted?! Now he was thinking that maybe he could just reschedule the match? Besides, when was the next time he might get to see your sleeping face so close to his own? He wonders if he could sneak in a picture or two...

Satan

Satan's entire room, albeit cluttered, has a cozy vibe. Just the way he likes, as a man who prefers to keep calm and indulge in the wonders of books. And he's invited you over to indulge with him, per usual

Though he'll admit it IS a little late, so he understands that you're sleepy. It doesn't even surprise him when you slump against his arm from your position next to him, the book on your lap sliding to the ground.

As much as it pains him to see the book fall like that, he quickly realizes he can't bend down to grab it, or you'll wake up.

And he hasn't had a chance to really look closely at your sleeping expression, so he has to get his priorities in order. He could get that boom later, anyway.

He laughs at you, and how easily you've fallen asleep. Why didn't you just tell him you were tired? He’d walk you back to your room so you could sleep. Yet you wanted to spend time with him so badly that you pushed through?

He closes his book and leans his head against yours with a soft sigh. Peaceful days like this were all he could ever ask for. He wished he had a spell to preserve this moment forever.

Asmo

Helloooo? Are you even listening anymore?? He was in the middle of telling you about the time Beel ate his entire collection of bath bombs, and you fell asleep right on his lap!

Probably because he was making you lay there while he dabbed products onto your face. "This one is a great toner. Doesn't it smell good? And this moisturizer here is sooo creamy!"

He can't help but notice how peaceful you look laying there, fast asleep. He could just eat you up! Catch him leaning in to kiss you a million times, wondering if you'll wake up.

He's gotta put that kissing on hold when he realizes he has a photo shoot to get to in an hour! He'd need every single minute to get himself ready of course, so he needed to start now. The only problem was... you. On his lap.

He can't get up or he’d be cruelly abandoning his precious MC! And there was no way he’d be that heartless. But that photo shoot was pretty important... How else would he give the devildom its dose of his gorgeous face???

Cue Satan coming in and finding Asmo doing his skin care on his bed, straining to see his reflection in the far away vanity mirror... all so he wouldn't disturb a hair on your adorable little head.

Beel

Beel had asked if you'd lay on his back for extra weight while he did his planks, but he never expected you to fall asleep there. Belphie does the same thing sometimes, so he's no stranger to having to stay still for someone else's sake.

The warmth of your form draped over his back makes him smile, and he wonders if you're cozy laying like that. Wasn't his back kind of hard?

He was fine with waiting until you woke up, since being stuck in a plank for an unknown amount of time would be a great workout, what wasn't so great was the gnawing of hunger slowly starting to creep up on him.

Beel was hungry. Starving, even. And he was stuck because you fell asleep on him. He tried muttering a soft "MC, wake up" as a means to gently wake you, but when you didn't budge, he wondered if he might die like this.

The longer he waited, the more his hunger built. It was five minutes. Ten minutes. Twenty, and then- he lost it.

You wake up to being suddenly dumped onto the cold floor, and you only catch a glimpse of the avatar of gluttony rushing off to empty the fridge of its contents.

He'll apologize when he's full, okay? He promises he loves you, but his hunger is no joke. Promises to treat you to Madam Scream's later as an apology.

Belphie

Not unexpected that you'd fall asleep while in Belphie's care. He had a knack for that sort of thing, bringing the air around him to a sleepy halt and making your eyes heavy with that smooth voice of his.

You were listening to him talk about the old days, when he and Beel would sneak away from their brothers to have their own adventures. Then the next thing you knew, you were drifting off to sleep.

Belphie immediately noticed when your head leaned against his hand; he’d been toying around with your hair and occasionally stroking your cheeks. This was one of those moments he didn't feel like bullying you, after all.

But now he kind of does. You were so innocent, and so vulnerable right now! He could tickle you awake at any moment and you wouldn't be able to stop him at all... Though he doesn't.

He instead looks up when the door opens and Beel pops into the bedroom to ask if Belphie can help him find his jacket. There's no way he’d deny his brother, sooo sorry mc. He hesitates for two seconds, but he's leaving you.

Belphie is a sleep expert, and that includes his mastery of the art of not waking people up, so somehow he's managed to carefully maneuver around you so you're still fast asleep.

Leaves you with a little kiss and tucks you into his bed. He'll come tickle you to death later 💕

[link4eva]

Kiro’s Re-shoot Date Translation [CN]

Hello~ Thanks so much for your patience, everyone!! 💛

You can find the call that comes before this here!

This translation was done with the power of Duolingo and Google Translate.

The translation below contains spoilers for content that has not yet been released to the ENG server. If you wish to not be spoiled, then please don’t look below the cut.

Enjoy~

*Spoilers for future content below!*

[First Part]

In the colourful cafe, all kinds of shooting equipment are being put away one after another, and the staff are also finishing work.

Because of this alienation turmoil, the media like me and the big star Kiro became extremely busy.

I want to connect with various institutions and become their external mouthpiece, and the entertainment industry where Kiro lives will not miss this opportunity of “collective cuteness”.

He recently participated in a popular science entertainment show called “Furry Cafe”.

The show invited a series of Evol alienated entertainers to shoot with their own small animals in a cafe. 

Kiro told me that today was the last day of his “Deacon Bear” filming. I ended my work early and wanted to pay him a surprise visit.

Staff A: Be careful, you don’t want your tail to touch the wire.

Staff B: Who ate durian in the cafe?! ….Oh, it’s your smell, sorry…

Staff C: Tsk, since the addition of a pair of ears, the device's position has to be adjusted accordingly…

The alien transformation of the population has been around for some time, and everyone has adapted to the work rhythm. Everything seems to be no different from normal. 

But in sporadic words, there will be a small “friction” under normal circumstances.

I bypass a Mr. Tiger and a Miss Dark Horse as I make my way to the rest area.

After looking around, I didn’t see a “certain little bear”, only Savin.

MC: Savin, how about Kiro?

Savin pointed me in a direction, and my eyes crossed the dressing table and landed on Kiro in the shooting area in front of me.

He folded his arms and looked serious as if he was discussing something with the director. 

After a day of filming, the deacon uniform on Kiro was no longer straight and ironed. The tight neckline was loosened, revealing part of his clavicle.

The blond hair maintains the fluffy look that has been set, but the two round bear ears that emerge from the hair are slightly drooping at the moment.

Even if you don’t look at his expression, you know that the owner of the ears is not in a good mood at the moment.

MC: What’s wrong with him? He doesn’t seem to be happy. Did something go wrong during the filming?

Savin: It wasn’t that there was a problem with the filming, but the director just informed him that he would have to come back tomorrow to take a few more shots. 

MC: Huh? Do they have to reshoot tomorrow?

If they have to reshoot tomorrow, what about the vacation party I planned with Kiro?

Savin reluctantly spread his hands towards me, and the long kangaroo tail behind him also patted the ground anxiously. *Savin as a kangaroo is perfect lol. Great for beating the snacks out of Kiro’s hands XD*

Savin: Not to mention, the plan has not kept up with the changes recently.

Savin: The duration of this alienation is only one month, and everyone wants to do everything they can. I can get more exposure during the period. Alas, Kiro has only slept for four or five hours these past few days.

Savin: He was supposed to have a live broadcast the day after tomorrow, but it was urgently changed to tonight, and he had to rush to the live broadcast after he took his makeup off…

Savin was halfway through his thoughts and suddenly remembered something.

Savin: By the way, did you two make plans to go out tomorrow? Then now… 

I smiled wryly and shook my head.

MC: Forget it, his job is more important. We can go out anytime, so I can wait till you’re done…

Kiro: MC, why are you here?

While talking, Kiro had already spotted me from not far away and came over.

I didn’t want Kiro to discover my disappointment, so I looked at him and gave him a big smile.

MC: Let me see the handsome Deacon Bear!

Kiro: Hehe, then you should’ve come a little earlier so that you could’ve seen how I was showing off my skills in the cafe! 

Kiro: Anyway, it’s good that you came now.

After saying that, Kiro took my hand and took me towards the director.

Kiro: Director, you don’t have to find anyone else. 

Kiro: The most suitable “Miss Maid” in my mind, is her. *Changed some wording*

Miss Maid?

I blinked in confusion, looked back at Kiro, and then at the director.

The director snorted and frowned.

Director: Don’t bring anyone else to deal with me.

Kiro still kept a smile and held my shoulder diligently. 

Kiro: Director, she’s not someone I just picked randomly.

Kiro: MC and I have collaborated many times, we know each other very well, and the shooting will be much smoother that way.

Kiro: And look at her height, her looks, and the rabbit ears… Aren’t they a perfect match for me? *SWOONING RN 😍* 

As he said that, Kiro winked at me. Although I was confused, I tacitly tilted my head towards him and showed him a “business smile”.

MC: Right. 

Director: …………

I have not contacted and cooperated with the director of this show, but I have heard of him.

I heard that his shows are very lighthearted and humorous, yet he is very serious. I didn’t know such a person could shoot so many funny scenes.

Affected by the alienation of Evol, the director also turned into a fat leopard.

The golden leopard’s ear stood upright, just like the sharp eyes he was looking at me with at this moment.

I became more and more uncomfortable as the stare continued. Just when I was about to lose my “business smile”, the director finally nodded. 

Director: Okay, it looks really good.

Director: Then you remember to give her the content you want to make up. Tomorrow morning, neither of you are allowed to be late.

Kiro: Yes sir! 

[Second Part]

Host: Tonight, we have a very important guest in our live room!

Host: I saw that his name was already being whispered in the audience, he is- Kiro! 

Kiro: Hello everyone, I’m Kiro~ 

The audience was instantly brushed with a bunch of small stars going “ah”. I was also affected by the warm atmosphere and secretly gave him an “Ah, his bear ears are so cute!”. *Changed some wording*

The bouncing star effects sprinkled on Kiro’s shoulders, making him look as if he was sparkling.

After coming out of the shooting scene in the cafe, Kiro and I rushed to the studio of the live broadcast room without stopping.

Putting on makeup, checking the process, getting familiar with the problems… Kiro didn’t have any rest time. And even during a meal break, he just ate half a protein bar between styling.

Despite the chaos behind him, he is still flawless in front of the camera at this moment without any trace of fatigue.

Kiro: This seems to be the first time I’ve met you in a live broadcast after my alienation. I wonder how the little sodas are doing recently?

The audience was again full of “Very good, how about you?”.

Kiro: Me? Umm… 

Kiro: Actually, I was also shocked when the Evol alienation first happened. I was a little frustrated at first, although I later got used to it. I grew up with a bear for myself, so I was a little disappointed with the bear ears. *wording*

Host: Huh, why?

Kiro: Because I think I should be a more powerful animal… like a T-Rex! Rawr! 

Kiro made a pompous expression, causing the audience to bust out laughing, including me.

Kiro: But now that I think about the bear, I think it suits me well as it’s pretty. Its scent is also very suitable. 

Host: That’s right, speaking of another future alienation, I heard that the scent of Kiro is honey?

Kiro: Not quite exactly… it’s like a mix of a grapefruit, honey and sugar drink! 

Savin: Damn, does Kiro have such an accurate perception of his own scent? *His face XD* 

MC: Heh…

Under the stage, Savin touched his chin with a surprised expression, and I moved uncomfortably in my seat.

Why the hell did this guy have to say what I said about his scent on the stream?!

To be able to know the smell so precisely and so carefully, of course, from the hair, to the neck, to the fingers… *Gurl, whatcha been up to???*

Thinking of the first few nights after the alienation, the two of us were always sniffing each other’s scents. My face became a little hot.

The host didn’t seem to care and went on to the next topic.

Host: Sure enough, it’s a very sweet smell! I’m a little curious, during this time, has Kiro smelled anything that he likes very much?

Kiro: Of course I have. 

Kiro smiled and looked at the camera, seeming to look past it and see me blushing instead.

Kiro: One of my favourite scents is very fragrant, like June’s peach.

(Cut to car)

Kiro: *sighs*

The two-hour live broadcast finally ended, and as soon as I got back into the car, Kiro immediately lay on top of me like a deflated ball.

Kiro: I’m exhausted…. 

The vague syllables mixed with heat fell on the side of my neck, making my heart melt.

MC: You have worked so hard this time.

Kiro: You also, haven’t had any rest for many days?

MC: I’m a little better than you, at least in regard to today’s work. After the work is done, I can rest for two days.

Kiro: I’m so envious… *whines* If it weren’t for the director’s perfectionist ways, tomorrow’s time would have belonged to the both of us!

Hearing him mutter this angrily, I couldn’t help reaching out and rubbing his head.

My fingers fell through the hair and fell on the bear’s ears, the soft and warm fur made me reluctant to pull away.

MC: By the way, you haven’t told me what I will be doing for tomorrow’s shoot. What am I doing?

Kiro: It’s actually very simple. You will be Deacon Bear's assistant tomorrow. Just interact with the little animals with me, and take a few shots of the dessert making.

Kiro: If it goes well, it can be done in about half a day.

MC: Just half a day? That’s great!

MC: Can we do this in half an extra day? And then go out to play?

Kiro raised his eyes and met my excited gaze, the corners of his mouth raised.

Kiro: *yawning* Well, of course…

The ending of the word “course” was completely covered by the uncontrollable yawning sound, and the usually clear blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist in the dim car.

He is really tired.

The moment I realized this, my heart tightened and I blurted out.

MC: Forget it, I won’t be going anywhere after filming tomorrow. Let’s go home and sleep.

MC: After all, it’s not easy to arrange any activities in such a short time, it’s better to use it to nourish the spirit…

Kiro: That’s no good. 

Kiro interrupted me. He changed his posture, wrapped his arms around me, and pinned me in the corner of the car.

Kiro: I made a date with you, even if the sky falls, I can’t change the plan.

MC: But in your current state, how can you still have energy…

Kiro: Miss Chips, are you looking down on me?

His breath changed a bit, like the ice cubes in the original honey grapefruit drink gradually melted, and the sweetness invaded his breath irresistibly.

Kiro: You don’t have to worry about tomorrow, I will arrange it.

Kiro: As for how much energy I have left… do you want to make sure? 

His low laughter fell on my ear, and his enthusiasm ran down my neck. 

The narrow space is unavoidable, and I can only let his fingers hold the short rabbit tail behind me, and then mess around. *Idk if GT translated this right, but I’d like to think that he went in for the kill lol*

At this moment, a ray of light from the window fell on the rear-view mirror of the car, and I widened my eyes in the rich and sweet fragrance in confusion.

MC: …Kiro! Wait…

Buzz–

Before the words were finished, the silence of the co-pilot made the driver raise the screen of the car. *Guy knows what’s up lmfao*

Under the dim headlights, Kiro’s smile was full of slyness.

Kiro: There’s no waiting. *Gurl is about to be devoured by a bear 😆*

The space is completely closed.

[Third Part]

Early in the morning, Kiro and I came to the cafe on time.

Perhaps because it was a supplementary shot, there were very few staff members who came today. At first glance, they were basically insiders who knew my relationship with Kiro.

My eyes scanned the cafe, and I was immediately drawn to the bear behind the fence in the corner of the hall.

MC: Wow!! Such a cute little bear!

The chubby little brown bear is like a soft sesame dumpling, being held in the arms of the caretaker with a small red bowtie around its neck.

I couldn’t help but lean forward, and the little bear stood up behind the fence and stretched out his small paws towards me as if he was not afraid of anyone and wanted a hug. *Changed some wording*

MC: Is it okay if I pet him?

Caretaker: Of course, the bear likes humans. He should like you very much~

MC: Thanks!

I stretched out my hand cautiously, stroked the little bear’s head with my fingertips along the brown fur, and then touched the little bear’s ears. 

MC: So soft… Kiro, I didn’t expect his ears to feel the same as yours…!

As I was talking, I turned my head and saw Kiro squatting behind me, looking at me resentfully with puffed cheeks.

Kiro: Miss Chips, there is also a “cute little bear” that you forgot about as soon as you walked through that door. 

MC: Pff… sorry, sorry, then I’ll make sure to pet you, too.

I was about to rub Kiro’s head when suddenly a shadow fell between us.

The fat director was holding a cup of coffee, his tail swept around impatiently, and stared at us both coldly.

Director: You haven’t changed your outfit yet, are you planning to shoot again next year?

Kiro and I stuck out our tongues and slipped into the dressing room.

(Cut to dressing room)

Until I sat on the stool in the dressing room, I had some lingering fears.

MC: The director is really scary, staring at him makes me feel like I was caught by the dean when I was in school…

Makeup artist: Ha…

Kiro: Hahaha!

MC: What are you laughing at?

Makeup artist: Is Miss MC meeting Director Ju for the first time?

MC: Yes, I only heard about him in the rumours before, is he very fierce and strict with you?

Kiro: Well, it's really fierce and strict, but also… 

Kiro quietly pointed to the director not far away and lowered his voice.

Kiro: Didn’t you notice what kind of animal Director Ju is? 

MC: Isn’t he a leopard?

Kiro: Look again, what kind of leopard does he look like?

I turned my head to look at the director and saw that he patted his belly contentedly after drinking his coffee, then took something out of his bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

If I’m seeing this right, it seems to be the dorayaki that is very hard to buy on Huapu Street?

MC: I remember… he kinda looks like the one character before in one of the cartoons I watched, the leopard officer who loves doughnuts!

Kiro: Bingo! No one saw it before, but after the alienation, everyone discovered that Director Ju, like Police Officer Leopard, was actually a super foodie.

Kiro: As long as you feed him delicious food, he won’t be able to say anything serious~ 

Kiro: So since the discovery of his hidden attribute, no one in the show group is afraid of him anymore.

MC: …So alienation can also make people discover each other’s hidden attributes?

Kiro: Hmhm~ It depends on how you observe.

Having said that, I looked at Kiro curiously.

Kiro had already dressed and was arranging the tie of the deacon’s uniform. He seemed to have noticed my sight, turned his head and gave me a charming smile.

Does Kiro also have any “hidden attributes”?

(Cut to cafe scene)

Director: Well, now that this skylight is just right to connect with yesterday’s footage, let’s officially start shooting!

The camera was quickly in place, Kiro had already arrived in front of the camera with a perfect smile.

Kiro: Welcome to Furry Cafe! 

Director: Stop.

The director stared at the screen and shook his head.

Director: Without the guests, Kiro looks too lonely in the camera, so he should take the bears, too.

Everyone hurriedly hugged the little bears, Kiro took a deep breath and smiled again.

Kiro: Welcome to Furry Cafe!

Director: Stop.

Director: There is no sense of interaction, it is too dry, and it is necessary to let the bears perform the feeling of guests.

Indeed, in the camera, Kiro said that he was welcome, but the little bears didn’t respond, they just played around on their own, and the picture looked a little incongruous.

But the caretaker frowned when he heard the director’s request.

Caretaker: Director, our little bears are not domesticated pets and cannot do animal performances.

Caretaker: This is what we communicated before shooting. If you must guide, then please let me be professional.

Director: No, you won’t be able to connect with the people behind you in the camera, and you will wear out.

Caretaker: Why are you so unreasonable?!

The two parties immediately quarrelled. I looked at Kiro, he also gave me a helpless look, and even the faint honey smell on his body didn’t smell as sweet.

Wait– honey…smell…

MC: Director Ju, may I suggest a way to try it?

MC: I’ve heard that bears have a very good sense of smell, and we can hide their favourite things behind signboards to lure them with the scents.

MC: This way the camera doesn’t film anything extra. Would you be willing to try?

The director, who had been sullen, turned to me, and the tail behind him swayed slowly from side to side and then flicked.

Director: MC, you are worthy of being a professional producer, this method is good.

I hid the honey and berries behind the sign and the cameras were running again. 

Kiro: I’m Kiro, Deacon Bear, welcome to Furry Cafe!

The smell of berries and honey dissipated, and the playful little bears raised their heads.

They sniffed the air and then scrambled to the counter.

Kiro: What would you like to eat: honey cake, vanilla cream, or walnut parfait?

Bear: *little roar*!

Unable to bear the temptation of delicious food, the little bears stretched out their paws eagerly, as if they were pointing at the menu on the signboard.

There was an impatient bear that grabbed Kiro’s trouser legs and crawled up.

Kiro picked up the bear with a smile and put it on his shoulder.

The clear morning light shone through the glass window on the bright counter, blending his blond hair into a patch of sunlight.

The brown bear sat with the golden deacon, fluffy ears swaying in sync.

The sweet fragrance is overflowing, and it is unclear whether it comes from the stylish jar of honey hidden behind the sign, or from the invisible charm emanating from Kiro.

Kiro: It looks like the guests have already made up their minds about what to eat, right?

[Fourth Part]

After shooting the welcome, the next shot was much easier.

The caretaker guided the little bears to the activity area, and we played various games with them while doing other activities.

Kiro: The eyesight of the bears is not that bad, it is not much different from that of humans…

MC: Not all bears hibernate, for example, the deacon bear next to me does not!

Kiro: If possible, Deacon Bear also wants to hibernate… 

MC: Pff, hahaha!

Kiro: And people used to misunderstand that the bears stood up to attack, but they were just watching.

Kiro: For example, the little bear that is standing is observing whether the rabbit maid is hostile to it.

Kiro nodded to me, I smiled and stretched out my hand to the bear.

MC: Hello~

The little bear staggered a few steps, and with a clatter, his thick little paws landed on the palm of my hand.

Director: OK, last shot, let’s go to the kitchen to make dessert!

MC: Did I just hear the director say it’s the last shot?

MC: This progress is much faster than I thought! Didn’t we finish filming in less than half a day?

Kiro shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Kiro: I don’t think he’ll let the two of us go through so easily… 

(Cut to cafe)

Director: The degree of the whipping cream is not enough! 

Director: What’s the matter with your method, it’s not professional enough at first glance!

Director: I won’t allow you to just pretend, the taste of the finished product must also be delicious!

— Is this the quality of the director as a super foodie?

I looked at the messy kitchen in frustration and let out a long sigh. Kiro reached out and poked my drooping rabbit ears lightly.

Kiro: Tired? 

MC: I’m fine, I was just thinking…

MC: Our company is preparing to do a food show next season, should I invite Director Ju to come?

Kiro: Pff…I think you can try. He might appreciate yours. 

Kiro: But until then, if the two of us can make the perfect dessert, it should improve his odds of accepting the invitation.

MC: Mm! So let’s keep fighting?

Kiro and I gave each other a high-five, and once again plunged into the “ocean” of eggs, powdered sugar, and flour.

Finally, under the strict guidance of Director Ju, raspberry cake, colourful macarons, and lemon sponge cake were successfully made.

Director Ju flicked his tail and carefully looked at our results when he suddenly looked up at me.

Director: Have you tried it? How does it taste?

MC: Me? Uh…I tasted a little bit and though it was delicious, it depends on whether you are satisfied…

The director laughed suddenly. His ears trembled, and for a moment, his big round face almost overlapped with the cute leopard police officer in that cartoon.

Director: I don’t think it’s delicious, he said you think it’s delicious. Just do it.

MC: Eh? “He said”?

I didn’t understand what the director meant by these words, and his face immediately became serious again.

Director: I see that your hands are covered in cream, hurry up and wash them. I won’t allow such unclean shots!

MC: Yes! Director, I’ll go right away!

After getting along for a while, how could I dare to not listen to him? I rushed to the bathroom.

(Cut to hall)

But when I returned to the hall after cleaning, I found that there was nothing in front of me. The director, the staff, the bears…are all gone.

MC: Where is everyone?

Kiro: The reshoots are over, now it is time for my date with you. 

The voice came from behind me, I turned my head and saw Kiro walking from the kitchen with a smile.

MC: Date? Wait…now it’s time for a date?

Kiro: Of course, it's a date here.

Kiro: Miss Rabbit, you are the last guest at “Furry Cafe” today and Deacon Bear is happy to serve you.

He snapped his fingers, and the playful and lively music in the cafe changed into an elegant waltz. 

The afternoon sun is not as simple and direct as the early morning but has a layer of laziness and ambiguity.

Kiro motioned for me to push the dessert cart, and he picked up the coffee from the table and walked forward with me.

Kiro: Because I didn’t want to waste all of your time today with the shoot, I negotiated with the director yesterday to make up for the shoot. After that, the venue would be taken care of by me.

His voice was low and apologetic.

MC: So all of this dessert making between the two of us for half a day…

Kiro: Was actually for us.

Kiro: By the way, let me state that the director was very satisfied with the dessert scene and said that he would go back and edit it carefully!

MC: Phew…

No wonder the director said he thought it was delicious, and no wonder Kiro wanted to make the perfect dessert…

Even in such a chaotic space and time, he still managed to surprise me. *wording*

Stepping to the melody, we came to the corner of the cafe.

I don’t know when the balloons were piled up here, but behind the gorgeous dining table, are a bunch of lazy sofas.

I looked at Kiro in surprise, he proudly put the coffee on the table and smiled.

Kiro: I think my guest would prefer this to a formal dining room chair. 

MC: Of course! I really like it!

I smiled and took Kiro’s hand, and fell onto the lazy sofa with him.

Soft particles collapse under our bodies, each other’s breath within close distance.

The peach aroma mixed with his honey scent became thick and indistinguishable.

I burrowed into his arms addicted, enjoying the time that was just for the two of us right now.

MC: Speaking of which, I took a closer look at you today and wanted to see how you were different from before the alienation.

MC: It doesn’t seem like you have any hidden attributes…

Kiro: Huh? I thought you figured it out a while ago.

MC: Eh? I didn’t find it…what is it exactly?

Kiro’s kiss landed on my bunny ears, hugging me even tighter.

Kiro: My hidden attribute…is that like those little bears, my will is very unstable, and I can easily be seduced by what I like. 

Kiro: For example, this peach-flavoured bunny right in front of me. *THIS PEACH IS ALL YOURS TO GOBBLE UP 😩*

[End]

You can read the call that comes after this date here!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

The last thing we need is for Y/N to go feral- XD Anyway, can I ask for some headcanons where Malleus, Rook, Vil, Silver, and Trey have to take care of their fem s/o after she turns into an actual cat please (lab accident, or spell gone wrong)? Thank you!

You can read S/O goes feral/acts like a wild animal headcanons here!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

... Honestly, with how powerful of a magician Malleus is, he could restore you to your usual human form right away The only reason he doesn’t is because you tell him you want to see what life is like as a cat. Your wish surprises him, but he respects your desire and allows you to do as you please until you are ready to return. That whimsy of yours never ceases to amuse him.

Night time strolls are a staple! You faithfully follow Malleus as he traverses the camps in the evenings, sometimes scampering ahead to lead the way through the darkness. Your eager attitude never fails to draw a chuckle from him as he allows his partner to guide him, just as much as he guides you.

Malleus likes to keep you resting in his lap during meetings (well, the ones they remember to invite him to). Because of his overwhelming aura, he has scared off a few mob students that walked in and saw him menacingly stroking a cat in his lap while listening in on a briefing. Malleus unintentionally gives off the vibes of a James Bond villain--

For your food, Malleus personally roasts your meat for you in his magical green flames. It’s a little act of love meant to add a bit of flare and pizzazz to your meals!

There’s a game you like playing together, similar to how you’d play with a cat and a laser pointer pen back home. In a dimly lit location, Malleus will summon his little green fairy lights, and it’s your job to try and catch them all as fast as you can!

Rook decides to let you run loose!! Night Raven College is your new hunting grounds—and your playground—to enjoy! He’ll follow you close behind, just to keep a watchful eye as you explore in your new body.

You bet he brings his camera with him to tail you. Rook can’t miss out on this rare opportunity to catch come pictures of you chasing butterflies and pawing at his pant leg to get his attention. Moments like these need to be captured on film so you can one day look back on this time and reminisce!

Oh, Rook adores how your fur tousles and fluffs up when you run about! He loves ruffling your fur up himself just as much, and makes sure to get in a good head pat, kiss, or tickle in whenever he can~

This man is savage. He straight up harpoons fish or shoots wild field mice and, on one knee, offers them to you as fresh food or “tokens of his undying affection”.

No one messes with you while you’re out exploring (mostly because Rook sneaks up behind them with a murderous smile to prevent them from raining on your parade). It’s a taste of freedom you haven’t had in a while, and you get to enjoy every second of it thanks to your guardian huntsman watching you from both near and afar.

Vil’s determined to safeguard you and not let you out of his sight until you return to normal. In fact, he picks out a hand bag that’s just the right size for you to fit in, and brings you with him to class and to his various acting and modeling gigs!

Nothing but the best for you, no matter what your form. Vil ensures that the production assistants on set fetch you healthy but nutritious and high quality meals, and crisp, clean water to drink.

He prepares a special litter box for you that is styled like a canopy bed with curtains. Vil thinks it is unseemly to “use the facilities” so openly, so he specifically chose a design that comes with opaque curtains. That way, you can step in and use the litter box discreetly.

He pampers you from head to claw! Just because you’re a cat doesn’t mean his darling shouldn’t look their best. Vil will wash you, dry you off, brush your fur, and file your nails to perfection. You’ll look like you just came off the cat walk when he’s done with you!

After a long, hard day, Vil embraces you and mutters his grievances into your fur. He finds comfort in your soft, small form, finding that you’re so much more well-mannered and behaved than Leona “brutish wild cats”.

Silver likes keeping you close to him at all times--specifically, close to his chest. He likes the feeling of having something small, fuzzy, and warm near and dear to his heart... but he has to be careful when he’s holding you, because he tends to fall asleep when he gets that comfortable!

He doesn’t trust anything that Lilia whips up for you. Silver marches straight off to the Mystery Shop to purchase some premium canned tuna for you because he knows it’s safe from being tainted by his dad.

He makes sure you get your exercise in by playing with you! That could mean joining him for a jog, or batting a teaser as Silver swings it around. Sometimes you get so into it that you completely miss the toy and pounce on him instead, and you both end up tumbling into the grass, laughing.

Not all days are high energy, though. Silver has times when he just wants to be lazy and relax with you. He’ll scout out a shaded area underneath a tree with a perfect sun spot not too far off for you--and there you’ll be parked for the rest of the afternoon, soaking up the mild weather.

Silver loves soft and fluffy things, so he’s always patting or squishing you in some way or another. He especially likes to nuzzle his face against yours and squeeze your little jelly bean paws... It’s so therapeutic!

First thing’s first, Trey’s clearing the kitchen and the immediate vicinity of foods that cats can’t eat. That means grapes, chocolates, onions, garlic... He doesn’t want you getting sick or hurt!

Trey’s not as good at cooking as he is at baking—but he knows enough to throw together some raw fish and spices to make a special tuna tartare (garnished with a basil leaf). He uses his handy-dandy food processor for the job while you sit at his side, waiting for the tuna to finish churning. It’s adorable watching your ears and nose twitch in anticipation!

After you’re done eating, Trey helps you brush and floss your teeth. He’s not exactly sure if cats need to take care of their dental hygiene to the same extent as humans, but it’s better safe than sorry!

When you’re indoors, Trey follows you around with a lint roller or a vacuum cleaner to clean up any stray cat hairs. He also keeps you away from curtains and furniture--anything that could be damaged by your claws! Riddle would throw a fit if you damaged anything!

Trey fusses over you as his dorm members attempt to get a head pat, cuddle, or a selfie in with your cute kitty self! He claims it’s because they’re causing you trouble, and while that’s true, he’s not being entirely truthful, either. He’s actually a little jealous that he has to share you, too!

[teratonasti]

Oh, Senpai

@tenyagf encouraged me to do Tenya having a thing for being called senpai and it hit me so hard in the dick I couldn’t stop myself. Also tagging @doinmybesthere uwu

This fic includes: masturbation, fantasies, Iida being a perv, dirty talk, inappropriate use of the honorific system lmao, some incest if u squint (via use of Tenya-nii and nii-san), cumshots woop woop

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It shouldn’t hit him so hard, but it does. Any time a cute little thing looks up at him with bright, sweet eyes and calls him senpai in the kindest tone... It shoots right to his dick and makes his body catch fire.

Tenya shudders as he leans back against the stall wall, panting as he squeezes the base of his dick in one hand. His engines are idling a bit, filling his nose with exhaust as they heat up, and he groans softly. It wasn’t fair. His glasses slide down to the tip of his nose with how much he’s sweating, hips arching into the air.

You were too cute, too sweet. Tenya wanted to just eat you up. All it took was your gaze on his and that bright fucking smile for him to be sweating. Usually he could handle it, will his erection down and act like everything was normal. But today, you’d taken it too far. He’d gone ramrod straight when your hand curled around his muscled forearm, shaking as you pulled yourself up onto your tiptoes to place a kiss to his cheek with a kind “Thank you, senpai,” whispered just for him. Tenya couldn’t even remember what he’d helped you with- everything left his brain when your fingers touched him through his uniform.

He’d broken away with some yelled excuse and sprinted to the bathroom before he had a chance to cream his pants.

And now here he was, jerking himself off to the thought of you, replaying every single moment you’d called him senpai, or Tenya-sama, or the ever rare Tenya-nii (he loved that one the most). 

A string of drool drips down his chin as his mind supplies a scenario out of nowhere, and Tenya thumps his head back against the stall wall as he lets it play out.

“Oh, senpai! Look how eager you are for me,” you purr in his ear, hand wrapped tight around his dick. His thighs are shaking with each drag of your skin, breath coming in rough gasps. There’s no urgency in how you stroke him, your chest against one bicep and the other hand fisted in his black hair. Whenever he bucks into your hand like an animal, you yank the inky strands with a click of your tongue, thumb nail pressing into the crown of his dick.

“Iida-sama... You’re getting my hand all messy. You gonna cum, senpai? I wanna see it- pleeease?”

Tenya’s practically sobbing when your hand moves from his hair to his balls, and you’re suddenly on your knees in front of him. If possible, your hand is moving even faster and squeezing harder, making his head spin. The tip of his cock taps against your tongue, hot breath fanning over the skin. God, he’s close, he’s about to lose his mind. He spares a glance down at you, eyes almost crossed.

You’re staring up at him, lips curled in a smile as you suckle at his tip. Your fingers roll his balls- hot and heavy and so swollen- and squeeze them like you’re milking a fucking cow before you lick over his slit lightly. “C’mon, Tenya-nii... Wanna swallow my senpai’s cum, gimme a yummy treat~”

And with that, he was groaning, back arching painfully as hot cum spurts between his fingers, a few drops landing on the wall across from him. Tenya’s teeth dig into his lower lip as he shakes and pants like a dog, fingers clenching hard in his jacket. His tongue hangs out as he catches his breath, glasses askew and hands shaking the entire time.

It takes ten minutes for his ears to stop ringing and his legs to stop shaking. Tenya’s lightheaded and almost giddy as he cleans himself up, hissing at the sensitivity of his dick. Maybe if he was lucky he’d be on time to walk you home from your club- he had another fifteen minutes until it ended after all. Tenya shuffles out of the stall to wash his hands, face still pink as he refuses to look at himself in the mirror.

He turns even more pink when he opens the bathroom door and sees you standing right there in front of it, your cheeks burning red and your gaze lustful. Tenya’s voice cracks as he says your name, fear and shame crawling up his throat, until you step close. A hand presses against his wide chest, the other cupping his (already half hard) cock through his pants. He can’t manage a word, just concerned noises, but goes silent when you smirk up at him.

“Senpai, were you being a pervert? It sounded like you were having a lot of fun in there,” you hum, and his brain starts to short circuit, ears burning a hot red. You giggle before squeezing his dick and making him moan deep in his chest, eyes squeezing shut.

Your breath is warm on his ear as your entire body presses against his, fingers curling in his hair. “Show me what you were thinking about in there, nii-san.” 

God, how could he deny you?

[jupiters-galaxy]

maybe some baji x mitsuya hcs? i've been kinda obsessing over this random ass rarepair that somehow makes total sense to me

Everyone say thanks cherrymistmas for giving me my first Baji ship!!! I love them now!!

-Late night motorcycle rides together. a LOT of them!! Baji likes to go on rides when he's restless and aggressive and he'll usually shoot Mitsuya a text like "heading to the park for a ride" and Mitsuya will immediately grab his stuff and rendezvous with him. They could drive around forever if they wanted to, and usually they'll pull over in a park or at a late night store and they'll talk through Baji's emotions until he feels better. If they're alone together they'll usually end up kissing for awhile, until they're too tired to do anything other than ride home.

-Sometimes they ride on the same motorcycle. Baji usually drives because he gets flustered by Mitsuya super easily, so the bike riding gives him something to focus on.

-Baji initiated their first kiss you can fight me on this

-Before being in a relationship, Baji was suuuuper confident towards Mitsuya! But as soon as they entered their relationship he lost ALL OF HIS CONFIDENCE because it was mega mega performative. So while Mitsuya is super casual and he'll wrap his arm around Baji's waist or bump him with his hip or hold his hand, Baji will turn BRIGHT red and immediately lose all sense of self.

-Mitsuya loves to come up behind Baji and wrap his arms around him and kiss him on the neck. It flusters Baji. It's adorable.

-Baji started hanging around the home ec. club a lot because Mitsuya was there all the time, but no one wanted him there because he was distracting!! So Mitsuya teaches Baji how to sew stuffed animals so he makes little stuffed toys for stray cats to shred.

-Speaking of cats one time Baji and Mitsuya were making out in Baji's room and a cat started scratching at the window and Baji was like "Oh hey it's my cat!!" and straight up just forgets about Mitsuya in favor of cooing at/playing with the stray kitten that he occasionally feeds. Mitsuya sulked for awhile until Baji finally came back to him and apologized for ignoring him. Mitsuya was snarky but in a very affectionate way.

-When Mitsuya is super stressed out Baji will just casually slide headphones over his ears and play him a playlist(made by Baji ofc ofc). It always makes him smile at least a little bit!

-Clothes swapping. Lots of it. To the point where they sort of forget what clothes belongs to who.

-Mitsuya's sisters dislike Baji and they try SO HARD to interrupt them every time they have a cute domestic moment. They're holding hands? Someone starts crying for Mitsuya. They're about to kiss? All of a sudden the girls are fighting loudly. They're cooking dinner together and it's starting to get kind of tense and romantic? Luna suddenly needs to help cook or she'll scream!!

-Eventually Baji wins them over by showing them some of the kittens that he takes care of. The girls think it's super neat that cats love him! He has their trust after that!! but BARELY.

-This is oddly specific but Mitsuya has probably had a serious girlfriend before so that makes Baji nervous because Baji has like. No experience and no *real* confidence.

(yeah bisexual mitsuya supremacy god <33)

-Cuddles on rainy days, dear god they would. They're usually not incredibly soft because they're both dudes y know? Like they kiss and hold hands but they still act like bros! But nah. Rainy days when they're alone at Baji's house? They love cuddling under his soft blankets. They usually fall asleep with Mitsuya's face nestled in Baji's neck. It's so warm...and soft...and they're both so clingy to each other like they just WRAP their arms around each other. And they don't let go!! And then when they wake up Mitsuya will sleepily kiss him :)

-Baji likes holding Mitsuya while he sleeps because his relaxed sleeping face is just...so pretty...and then he can stare at Mitsuya for forever without feeling weird!

-I think Baji absolutely LOVES Mitsuya's body but not in a sexy way. Just super like "Damn you're my boyfriend and you're HOT" but like in a respectful way!! And it's surprising because Mitsuya has SHIT self confidence. He always feels like he's not good enough! Not muscular enough!! Baji's solution for this is kissing him all over the place sometimes. Just like,,, kissing all over his neck, kissing his arms and shoulders, etc etc etc. But he especially loves kissing his forehead and nose!! And he'll just murmur stuff like "I don't know how you can hate your body so much...I love it." Tbh it makes Mitsuya really emotional but he's amazing at keeping a cool look about him.

-And of course Mitsuya loves Baji just the way he is too but HIS thing is playing with Baji's long and silky hair. Constantly. Whenever they kiss there is a 100% change that Mitsuya will end up with both of his hands completely tangled in Baji's thick hair.

-They help each other tie their sashes when prepping for battle :)

-Finally I just wanna say that Mitsuya was the first to say I love you. Like he probably didn't build it up too much, just told Baji honestly one day when they were away from Mitsuya's sisters for a few minutes. Like "Hey Baji. I love you." Baji was a MESS(/pos). Like he was just like "you. you. you wHAT" and Mitsuya just pecked him on the cheek and said "We should go check on the girls!"

-And then when Baji was going home he stared straight at the ground and said "What you said earlier...yeah. Me too." Then he runs away before he has to face the embarassment.

WAS THIS ENOUGH I KIND OF LOVE THIS SHIP NOW,,, THANKS FOR THE BRAINROT <33333

[another-fantasy-world]

The Idol’s Inspiration

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Title: The Idol’s Inspiration

Pairing: Valkyrae || Rachell x Fem! Reader

Summary: In which the international singer find’s her inspiration in a certain brown eyed-often screaming- streamer

Warnings: None? Fluff. Awkward Crushing. Top Rae? (Oh Gosh)

Word Count: 2,905 Words

@short-kid27​ helped me with this one. Go check her out she’s actually great

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You scoffed when you saw what your bandmate tweeted out, tweeting as if he wasn’t using his phone either. Deciding to throw something at him, you spot a plastic perfume bottle, reaching out for it, only for Luna, your other bandmate to slap your hands of her perfume bottle.

“Don’t you dare.” She playfully glares before turning back to her original position, with her hair stylist tending to her long reddish-brown hair.

“Sebastian, you are so lucky you’re on the other side of the room right now or I swear to God, you would have a concussion.” You frowned, before turning back to your phone, further proving Sebastian’s point.

“See?! What are you even doing?” He loudly asks, you barely hearing him from the noise of blowdryers.

“Writing.” You answered, annoyed. It wasn’t a lie tho, You were now writing a new song, since your management once again are rushing you to write at least 12 songs for your new album.

“We wrote 3 songs yesterday. Calm down.” Your bassist, Luna reassured you, who just finished her glams.

“We’re supposed to be finished with this by the end of the month. How am I supposed to calm down?” You complained.

Ever since your band, Coldify, got enough attention, your management barely gave you enough time to just breathe and write like you used to, How were you supposed to produce quality music?

“Choco Milk?” Jace, your drummer offers you his second cup

“No thank you. Hot sweet things stress my throat. Maybe later though.” You stood up, thanking your stylists, before changing into your casual clothes, since you would be doing a Q and A session first as a soundcheck and also for extra fan service before the concert proper.

Once you finished changing, you walked out of your dressing room, only to find that your bandmates are now all set up, all except you.

Jace is fiddling with his drum sticks

Luna is tuning her bass guitar

And Sebastian is playing a random tune on his electric guitar.

You rolled your eyes at them, before slinging your own acoustic guitar over your shoulder, the familiar weight and pressure of it’s strap makes you smile.

“Are we ready guys? We can start now, there’s only 5 minutes left.” You asked them, plugging in your “in-ears”

They all nodded at you and you guys started to do your signature intro, you playing a few notes on your acoustic, followed by Sebastian and Luna, then you all run out, hearing the screams of your fans intensify, before Jace started banging on his drums, ending your intro with all of you guys harmonizing your band name and lifting your right arms up, showing the compass tattooed into the insides of your wrists, symbolizing your band and the friendship that will never grow old.

“What is up LA!?” You loudly said into the mic, chuckling when they screamed louder than your own mic.

“Well, we certainly need to up the mic volume later.” Luna giggled, sitting on one of the chairs positioned in the middle of the stage.

“Mhhmmn. Let’s all calm down first yes? You guys save your energy for later.” Sebastian winked into the crowd, also sitting on one of the chairs, with his mic in his hand.

“Great, great. We’re all settled in, Please sit down and let’s start this 1 and a half hour Q and A? Soundcheck? Fan service? Whatever you want to call this whole shebang.” You joked, thanking the staff that gave you your own water bottle.

“You know the drill, if you don’t that’s fine. My name is Luna and I am the one who plays the amazing silver-gray bass back there.” Luna introduces herself

“That amazing silver-gray bass that you would marry someday. I swear you are inlove with that thing.” Sebastian teased, earning him a loud smack to the shoulder.

“That is animal abuse. Stop it.” You hold in your laugh, but bursted out laughing anyways when you saw the appalled look on his face.

“My name is Jace. And I bang my sticks into a hallow cylindrical thing for a living. I heard they’re called drums but whatever. I also live with these idiots and I, unfortunately, am the one who holds their leashes.” Jace introduces himself, smiling into the crowd

“Okay, Father. My Name is Sebastian. aka the most attractive one in this group. I play the guitarrrrrr. You guys can call me Seb, Sebastian or Daddy. Your choice.” He winked.

“Ew.” All three of you pretended to gagged, before laughing at Sebastian’s pouting face, your audience also laughing at your antics.

“Okay- Okay, Stop. We need to be serious. Gosh. My name’s Y/N! And I’m your local sapphic lead singer. Yes, I need to say that everyday because people still debate that I’m straight. It’s annoying” You introduce, taking a sip of your water

“Right. So this is how it’s gonna work. There are multiple Coldify interrogators, as we call them, roaming around, all you have to do, is raise your hand, first one they see wins the first question. And the cycle continues until we run out of time.” You explained

“HmmHmmn. So are you guys ready?” Luna asks, earning a few “Yes!” and “WHOOOOO” making all you guys chuckle.

“Okaaaay! on 3. 1,2,3! OH! That redhead with the all black attire. I like that.” Sebastian calls, waiting for the guy in the uniform to hand the girl the mic.

“What’s your name love?” Jace asked the now blushing girl

“Ah. Kadie. I just wanna say that I am such a big fan and I wanted to know if, besides the tattoo you guys have right now, the compass, are you guys still planning on getting a matching tattoo?”

“Ooooh. Tattooes. Hmm. I personally would love to have another tattoo. But you see, Sebastian here cried when we first tattoed. And I am not looking forward to that at all.” Luna answered, laughing when Sebastian whined.

“Oh yeah. No. Not again.” Jace agreed, while you just smiled and nodded.

“Next Question Please.” Sebastian interjected before you could even talk

“Hi my name’s Catherine-” You guys interrupted her to say hi

“Hehe. Hi. Uhm, I wanted to know if you guys have like, favourite youtubers or streamers?” She asks shyly, which made you smile.

“Oooooo. Okay, now you guys get to know why I tweeted that earlier.” Sebastian chuckles

“Okay Mr. Snitch. But uhm. I would have to say... Sykkuno. His voice is just the best-”

“Excuse me? Corpse?! Hello? Corpse has the best voice don’t even. He’s my favourite, what you said was just Corpse slander” Sebastian interrupts Luna, to which Luna answered with a glare.

“Uh-huh. Okay. As I was saying, Corpse’s voice is good, but Syk’s is just this wholesome anime type voice that just melt’s your heart you know? He should be a voice actor for like, an anime protagonist. AND HIS PERSONALITY IS SO GOOD AND WHOLESOME LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?” Luna gushes, nodding to Jace before she goes on a full rant

“I’m sure you won’t match with him, expecially since he’s quiet and you’re loud and abnoxious.” Sebastian casually says

“You know what?”

“Pokimane...” Jace speaks into the mic, interrupting the siblings from fighting. “...Because she’s actually a really good gamer, and she also has a cat called called “Mimi” and that’s major points in my book.” Jace says, smiling.

“Hmm. That’s actually a tough choice... I would have to say-” You were interrupted when your phone let out a noise, letting you know you forgot to silent it.

“BABUSHKA!” Your face felt hot as you desperately tried to put your phone in silent, but it was too late.

“My phone just outed me what the hell?” You mumbled into the mic, hiding your face as you hear your fans laugh and coo at your cuteness and embarrassment.

“Anyways, if that didn’t answer your question, I don’t know what will. But uhm, Valkyrae. 100 percent. She’s just really skilled in video games and has probably played more games than me. Also, she’s absolutely fucking gorgeous and I just love her personality and all.” You smiled, still feeling a little bit embarrassed

“I just love her personality- Please, last night you fell asleep to her playing a horror game. She screams alot in that video, I’m just saying. How could you sleep to literally her screaming in your ear?” Sebastian shrugs, ignoring the glares you sent him

“Just this morning, you were frowning because there was another viper on the team Rae was fighting against in Valorant, and you accused that viper of being a copycat.” Jace added

“Or the fact that you always flinch, or dodge and curse whenever someone shoots at Rae-” Luna finishes making you cover her mouth before she says something more

“Okay. I think it’s pretty obvious that I have a crush on Valkyrae but please- Stop.” You grumbled, frowning playfully at your fans when they awed at your band’s interaction.

“Next Fucking Question Please.” You huffed, closing your eyes and leaning back into your seat, trying to settle your beating heart

Rae will for sure see that. Oh my god. Thoughts of Rae seeing your clip of literally simping for her has your heart running marathons.

“Hi! Uhm, this question is for Y/N”

You hear the gasps of your bandmates, but you pay no attention to it since you were still gay panicking inside

“What will you do if you ever met Valkyrae in person?” a familiar voice echoed in your ears, you of course can’t figure out who it is.

“I honestly don’t know how I would react. Maybe faint? But then probably hug her? I dunno? Kiss her cheek maybe? I mean, how would you react if you meet your long time crush?” You answered mindlessly, chuckling silently knowing that you probably faint and be knocked out for God knows how long. Or maybe you’d fumble and embarrass yourself.

You hear your bandmates join in the laughter with the audience, and that made you open your eyes, throwing a confused glace to Luna who just patted your back and made eye contact with who, you presume, asked the question.

You followed her gaze, eyes widening when you saw the brown-eyed brunette beauty holding the mic. Your brain lagged, trying to comprehend the situation.

“Uhm, I mean- Unless, You know? She’s uncomfortable about it. I don’t wanna make her uncomfy, you get me? First impressions are a thing. I mean- I’m just gonna shut up.” You just spat words out before your brain could even comprehend it.

Come on Y/N keep it together. She gotta think that you’re cool. Not an awkward gay mess.

“Pfft- Little too late for the first impressions that included you being cool.” Jace threw his empty water bottle at you

“...I said that aloud didn’t I?” You asked, now trying to hide your face behind Luna’s back, who’s doubling over from laughter

“Please, someone tag me when you decide to upload this very moment. I wanna blackmail Y/N with it.” Sebastian wheezed out.

“I think we can do something with the hugging thing. Just don’t faint on me.” Your eyes snapped to Rae’s as you see the smirk etched on her face, her hands still holding the microphone

Your eyes widen as your fans, screamed and a series of “OOOOOOHHHH” and “Get it Y/N!” erupted, making your embarrassment amplify even more.

“Is it embarrass Y/N day today? God, please- Next Question please. Oh Jesus.” You put your face in your hands, trying to hide.

Thankfully, they didn’t pry anymore, your embarrassment slowly subsiding as they asked about your daily life, career, albums and upcoming awards. After finishing a couple more questions, you guys sang a couple cover songs, and that’s what concluded your soundcheck. (Sebastian managed to sneak in Janet’s PETTY song, which you rolled your eyes on but sang nonetheless.)

You walked out and to the backstage as you shoved Sebastian playfully for making kissy faces.

“Y/N and Rachell sitting on a tree-” He was suddenly cut off by someone

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G” Your gaze wonders to Pokimane, or Imane who just interrupted Sebastian

“Kissing?! Isn’t it a bit too early for that? Why would they kiss-” Sykkuno says glancing between Rae and I

You wondered if they said anything else because you’re going to be honest to yourself, you were only looking at Rae’s eyes. The deep brown orbs you only ever saw through your screen, was now staring right back at you, her brunette hair tied up in a bun- She’s staring back at you.

Quickly averting your eyes, you felt yourself grow shy, you now also find your shoes very attractive.

“Keep your head up or else you would faint on me and I don’t want that. I prefer to hug a conscious person, Thank you very much.” you lifted your head so fast you could’ve given yourself a whiplash. Darting your eyes around Rae, you quickly find that your friends + Imane and Sykkuno have left the both of you alone.

“Sorry. You just caught me off guard there. Hi! Uhm. I really don’t know what to say to you- Uhm.” You rub the back of your neck, nervously smiling at Rae you in turn smirked at you, raising her brow in the process.

She quietly chuckles before opening her arms, signaling for a hug, to which you launched yourself in, trying not to breathe because that would be so weird.

“Okay so now can you take out your knife and stab me just to make sure that this is real.” You stated, looking directly into her eyes

“...But I’m not the Impostor?”

“...Okay that’s clever-” You laughed, taking a sip out of your water bottle, leading her to your dressing room

“Speaking of, do you mind if I play with you guys sometimes? I’ll find time, I promise.” You say, watching the time considering you only have half an hour to change and get ready, not to mention your crush is right in front of you as well.

“Wait really? Yeah! Just DM me on twitter! I’ll organize a lobby just for you.” She replies, plopping herself on the sofa you have.

“Awe, I feel so... special” You smiled, finally composing yourself, emerging from behind the curtains, already in your performance outfit

“The almighty Creator of the Year, creating a lobby? For lil ol m-” You were greeted with a facefull of pillows thrown at you, just for that statement. Which made you laugh.

“Shut up.” She grinned

“I’m sorry, m’lady” You curtsied playfully, expecting her to start smacking your shoulders, instead when you lifted your head up, she was just sitting there with a soft smile on her face.

“You’re wearing my merch.” She stated

You widened your eyes then looked down, the hoodie that you just randomly picked up was her merch.

“I’m sorry, do you want it back?” You spit the words out before your mind could comprehend how idiotic that sounded

Rae bursted out laughing at your statement, putting her hand over her mouth while doubling over. You rolled your eyes at her and plopped down on the sofa, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, Yeah. Go on. Laugh. At least I can spell broccoli right.” You teased, poking her side

“OKAY! LISTEN HERE HOTSHOT! I-”  she was interrupted by a series of knocks on the door.

“Y/N! PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE DECENT AND IS NOT SEDUCING RAE BECAUSE THAT’S JUST WRONG” Sebastian loudly asked through the door

“Oh My God. Please just kill me.” You rubbed your face with your hands

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one doing the seducing but okay.” You hear her mumble under her breath, making you look at her with a scandalized look on your face

“DOOR’S UNLOCKED SEBASTIAN. DON’T BE AN IDIOT..” You replied

“Don’t mind him Y/N We’re just coming in to say that you have 5 minutes until we have to go onstage.” Luna softly replies, shoving Sebastian out your field of view.

“I’ll be right there Lune.” You stood up, smiling at Rae

“I guess that’s it. I’ll talk to you later? I think? Just check your DM’s soon yeah?” She pulls you into a hug, kissing your cheek as she pulls away.

“Good Luck out there. I know you’ll do great.” She smiles, walking out, leaving you to your thoughts

“Huh?” You touched your cheek, a smile slowly paints itself upon your face

"Come on, lovergirl we're running late." Jace drapes his arm around your shoulder

"She kissed my cheek." You say, still shocked

"Lucky You." Jace says, his ears reddening.

...lucky bastard

"POKI KISSED YOU TOO DIDN'T SHE?!" You screeched

'Hush!" His cheeks are also red now.

"Huh. I guess today's our lucky day." You grinned, now extremely happy and hyped

"Oh, check your e-mail now by the way. Manager says she sent our line up there." he pats your back, getting into his position, as best as he can considering the stage is now pitch black

"Huh. Okay." You pulled out your phone, sending a piece of paper flying. Bending down to pick it up, you feel your heart soften into mush and then it decides to run another marathon.

Just incase my Twitter DM's don't work, or if I'm streaming. xx 09-xxx-xxx-xxx

"Be still, my beating heart." You sighed out

Valkyrae just gave you her phone number

[here4theheartbreak]

Isn’t Nature Beautiful? (PJM)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationship: Jimin x Female Reader

Genre: smut, pwp | Rating: Explicit | Word Count: ~1.9k

Summary: You and Jimin go for a walk on his day off, but all he seems to have eyes for is the trees.

Tags: smut, PWP, public sex, jealous reader, squirting, dirty talk, bareback, standing sex, clothed sex

A/N: This fic was written for @pars-ley​ in response to the request for Jimin x Reader, “I’m not jealous” request for my 2k followers - hope you like it!

A/N 2: This fic was written for @thebtswritersclub​ April Prompt: Bloom

A/N 3: The banner for this fic was made by @casuallyimagining​ - tysm!!

You really did love days that were all yours to spend with Jimin. The two of you rarely had days off together, especially with Jimin’s work. So when Jimin suggested you two take a walk on the lovely spring morning, through a little trail that he knew of – secluded and pretty – you were ecstatic. 

That was, until you realized that Jimin was far more interested in the trees and flowers than he was in spending time with you. It wasn’t his fault, you supposed. He had borrowed a book from Namjoon recently, filled with interesting facts about the forests in your area. And Jimin, above all else, loved to learn new things. 

It would have been cute. Emphasis on would have. Except the two of you had been walking for nearly an hour, and Jimin had spent far more time talking your ear off about the local fauna than even looking at you. 

“They say that these types of trees—”

“If I had wanted a nature documentary, Jimin, I would have turned on the Discovery Channel.”

Jimin froze at that, looking at you. His brows furrowed. “You sound mad.”

“Did you want to spend time with me or the trees?”

The crease on Jimin’s forehead deepened, and then faded. He grinned. “Wow.”

“What?”

“You’re jealous.”

“Of what?” You spluttered.

“You tell me, ___.” He smirked. He took your hand and began to walk again, once again looking around at the trees. “Oh, ___!” 

“What?” You startled at Jimin’s sudden outburst. He pulled his hand from yours and rushed over to the side of the path.

“Come look.”

You didn’t bother to stifle your eye roll as you neared him. Jimin was pointing to a tiny patch of yellow flowers.

“What am I looking at?”

“I’m not sure,” Jimin admitted. “Isn’t it pretty though?”

“Sure,” you mumbled. You didn’t mean to be bitter, but you had hoped that the two of you could talk about something other than flowers today. Spend some time with one another.

Jimin chuckled again. “You are jealous.”

“Of what, Jimin?”

“Nature? The forest, I have no idea.”

“I am not jealous!” You cried. “I just want you to pay attention to me.”

“I am. We’re walking this beautiful trail together.” 

“And you’ve spent more time looking at the stupid trees and flowers than me.”

Jimin’s smile faded a little, a pout forming in its place. “I didn’t realize…”

“I know.” You sighed softly. “You’re just excited.”

“Come on.” Jimin rose and pulled you up, twining your fingers together.

“What are we doing?”

“Going to pay attention to you. And to make sure you know how nice nature is.”

You scowled at that. “Jimin, I—” Jimin dropped your hand. He slid his hand behind you and firmly grabbed your ass, nearly pulling your skirt up. “___.” His voice had taken on a deeper tone, and it went straight to your guts. You swallowed hard.

“Jimin…” “What?” He smirked. He let go of your ass and wrapped his arm around your waist instead, nuzzling your neck. “Being out here, it’s freeing, isn’t it? Surrounded by nature and beauty… If you’re feeling envious of that… I have to show you you’re where my focus is always, don’t I?”

You swallowed hard. Jimin led you a little further down the path until he spotted a bench. He settled onto it, pulling you close to him. 

“Still jealous?” He asked softly, stroking your chin.

“A little,” you admitted. He sighed and looked around. 

“I mean, nature is beautiful.”

You scowled at that. Jimin smirked. “Come here.” He pulled you until you moved enough to settle onto his lap. Immediately, his hands went to your thighs, sliding slowly under your skirt as he kissed over your ear. “That tree in front of us. Look at it’s pretty bark.”

You looked, noticing that the bark looked almost like a greyscale watercolor, with splotches of varying grey and brown. It was pretty – not that you’d give Jimin the satisfaction of admitting that. He didn’t seem too interested in your opinion of the tree anyway, as his hands had slid up your thighs under the skirt. He began to rub your crotch slowly, his breath hot on your neck. As he did, he began to point out a variety of trees and plants within your line of sight, giving trivia or comments on each. 

It was nearly infuriating. His constant, steady, perfect stimulation between your legs had you growing more and more wet, even as he rambled on about some indigenous fern. Your panties were clinging to your pussy, soaked with your need. 

Jimin slid his knuckles down over the slick, wet area, and smirked against your ear. “Take them off and hand them to me.”

“H— Here?”

“You have a skirt. Do it.”

He removed his hand and you rose. As carefully but quickly as you could, you slid your soaked panties down your legs and tugged them off. Jimin rose, pressing against your back. He shifted a little and your heart rate sped up even more. His cock was exposed, and had slid under your skirt to nestle in the crack of your ass. He began to rub and grind gently. The smooth skin of his cock slid over your ass. Hot little streaks of precome wet your skin and made your skirt cling. 

Jimin grabbed your panties, balling them up and sliding them into his pocket. He sat back down, pulling you with him.

“Isn’t nature beautiful?” He asked. He dragged you onto his lap, prodding your opening with his cock.  Without warning, he slammed your hips down, impaling you. You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand to keep from crying out.

To anyone that walked past, you’d look somewhat normal, sitting on your boyfriend’s lap; your skirt completely hid the fact that his thick cock was buried to the hilt in your sopping pussy.

“I asked you a question, ___. Isn’t nature beautiful?” He asked again, his grip tightening on your hips as he began to make you ride him. 

“Yes,” you whispered, though you weren’t sure if you were agreeing or moaning for him. Jimin didn’t seem to care. 

“These trees,” he commented as he urged you to move faster, “so big. How many years did it take them to grow this height?” 

His cock was hitting your g-spot dead on, causing little shockwaves of pleasure to shoot through your nerves as you struggled to stay quiet. 

He slid one hand down under your skirt, no longer needing to guide your thrusts as you rode him. You felt him lightly squeeze his balls before moving up and slapping your pussy. The sound echoed in the woods, as did your sharp cry. 

“Shht,” Jimin scolded, pinching your clit and drawing another tiny moan from you. “You don’t want to disturb the animals.” 

You groaned desperately, clenching around his cock as your orgasm neared, much too soon for your taste. 

Jimin pushed you off his cock and rose. You turned around, ready to scold him, but the words died in your throat as he rose. His cock was hard and ruddy, slick with your fluids as it hung out of his pants. His cheeks were mottled as well, mouth parted as he drew in ragged breaths. Your pussy clenched around nothing, and a trickle of your wetness trailed lazily down your thigh. 

He grabbed your hand and dragged you a few feet into the woods. Before you could question it, Jimin turned you and shoved you over a half-felled tree, the perfect height for you to bend at the waist. You were facing the trail as he flipped your skirt up. You wondered if someone would walk down it. Look this way, and see you getting pumped full of cock. The thought made you clench.

Jimin noticed, and chuckled. 

“You like this.”

“Yes—“

“You should water the grass,” he commented casually. He slammed his cock in, and you didn’t bother muffling your cry this time. 

Jimin began to fuck you hard and fast, reaching around to rub and pinch your swollen, sensitive clit.

“The ground plants in this area are struggling,” he commented, as if he weren’t pounding you into a tree. “They need all the water they can get, since the trees take so much.”

You heard him spit, and flushed deeply when it landed square on your exposed asshole. Jimin took his free hand and began to rub the human around your tight pucker, spreading the saliva before driving it in.

You shouted, your pussy squeezing his cock hard enough to make him moan.

Jimin began to finger your ass while still fucking you and abusing your clit, the sounds of your sex filling the air around you.

“Jimin—“ You pleaded, thighs shaking with the strain. 

“I’ve got you.”

You gasped, moaning raggedly. His cock was filing you so full, gaping your swollen pussy as he used you. His thumb, buried deep in your asshole, was rubbing at the thin skin separating the two holes, tightening the way for his cock. 

The pressure built steadily in your groin, drawing your muscles tight and sending urgent messages all over. Too much, he was going to push you over the edge. Your stomach twisted up and you squeezed his cock and fingers. 

Too much. You sobbed brokenly as you came. Shudders of pleasure wracked your body, clenching and releasing muscles everywhere. 

Your pussy convulsed, gushing hot fluid out around Jimin’s cock.

He pulled his cock free but continued to play with you, laughing a little as you squirted onto the ground, wetting your thighs. It was perfect.

You collapsed over the felled tree as your orgasm faded, muscles refusing to cooperate. Jimin must have seen your relaxed state, as he took advantage. He pushed his cock into your slick, aching hole and began to fuck you again, shoving you into the tree as he chased his orgasm.

He pinned you down, panting in your ear. Jimin getting like this was rare. He was normally reserved and polite, so when he let go, it was perfect. Your pussy convulsed, squeezing out a weak dribble of your own release.

“Tell me,” Jimin growled.

“Nature is beautiful,” you gasped, mostly teasing him. 

Jimin laughed breathlessly. “___, say it.” He repeated. He slapped your ass hard.

“Give me it,” you obeyed this time, “give me your load.” 

Jimin growled softly. His speed increased and he slammed in harder. Twice, three times, four, on the fifth time he drove in, he grunted, going still. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, and each pulse was accompanied with a soft grunt. 

Jimin laid over you, shallowly pumping his cock into your sloppy hole until he began to go soft, finally pulling out. A trail of his come followed, dribbling down your thigh. 

“You know,” you panted as you fixed yourself as best you could, “we didn’t have to do that here.”

“No, we didn’t.” Jimin fixed his jeans and reached into his pocket, pulling out your panties. You smirked, grabbing them from him and sliding them on. You grimaced at the uncomfortable wetness.

“I insist we go home so can change.”

“You don’t want to keep looking at the beautiful trees?” Jimin teased, wrapping his arms around your middle. He nuzzled your neck playfully, and you laughed. 

“No, thank you.”

“But isn’t nature beautiful?” He joked.

“Jimin – good sex or not… I will deck you.” 

Jimin’s mouth curled into a grin against your neck. “No, you won’t.”

“No, I won’t.”

“I’m hungry anyways… Why won’t we grab a bite to eat on the way home and then go watch movies?”

You relaxed a little into his arms. “That sounds good.” 

As you two walked back toward where he’d parked, you sighed softly, looking around. “You know,” you began, “nature really is beautiful. Even if I’m jealous my boyfriend loves it so much.”

[tamabbyboi]

Dating headcanons- Tamaki Amajiki

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Request: no

Word count: 663

Synopsis: General dating headcanons with best boy! If anyone wants to see this with other characters shoot me an ask! Also I've been obsessed with smau's lately if anyone knows any apps for Android you can use for that please let me know 😫

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This man is the absolute sweetest boyfriend!! I mean, we been knew tho.

He is,, very anxious but once he reaches a certain level of comfort with you he gets really clingy and affectionate.

2 words: touch. starved.

He doesn't get close to a lot of people due to his anxiety so physical affection hasn't had a big presence in his life however he absolutely loves the idea of being physically affectionate with an s/o and has always looked forward to getting to do that.

He loves cuddles, will cuddle you 25/8, once y'all are in dorms you know he's never letting you out of his arms.

But like,, nothing to complain about what's better than Tamaki holding you?? (🅱️ls can you tell how touch starved I am)

Though he loves physical affection and any form of cuddling, he isn't big on pda. He doesn't like the attention it brings.

He loves to give and receive cheek kisses though! It's his way of showing a quick little burst of affection in public without it being too much.

He is also more than fine holding hands in public and often does it to ground himself when he feels his anxiety spike.

You. become. his. wall.

Whenever he feels the need to faceplant into the nearest wall he instead faceplants into your shoulder/the crook of your neck.

When he's there you run your fingers through his hair, whispering words of comfort into his elf ears as you work to calm him down and ease his anxiety.

Expect cute dates, like not necessarily the really cheesy grand gesture type thing (he is absolutely not the type for grand gestures), but he is always very observant and sweet about dates.

Like if you mentioned one time liking a certain animal he is already planning a date to the zoo specifically to see one.

Or if you mentioned that your'e excited for the weather to be nice on a certain day he is already researching the exact time of day it will be nicest and how long it'll take you to get to your favorite park.

Also very observant and thoughtful with gift-giving and gives you random little things pretty freqently, he likes to make sure you feel appreciated and thought about.

If you mention in passing that you haven't had your specialty from your favorite coffee shop in a while he is at your dorm ready with it as soon as he can be.

You often find cute little stuffed animals on your bed with a note attached in your boyfriend's careful handwriting saying something like 'saw this and it reminded me of you, just thought you would enjoy it'

If you talk to him about your recent hyperfixations he will listen to how passionate you are about it and immediately decide he needs to buy you merch.

He also genuinely listens when you rant about your interests, and often develops an interest in it as well, leading to intense 3am conversations about the latest theories

Will do the sweetest things for you

As I previously mentioned, he isn't a sap and doesn't go for anything too cheesey or grand-gesture-y but that doesn't mean he isn't romantic.

Will straight up eat flower petals in order to make your favorites appear from his hands to surprise you

You tell him to stop eating the flower petals and tell him he doesn't need to do that for you but does he listen?? Of course not.

Leaves you little love notes on sticky notes and sticks them in your school notes so you have a little something to get you through class.

Of course, you do the same for him and seeing his face flush red when he finds one in the middle of an English lesson will never stop making your heart flutter.

All in all, the most amazing, sweetest, adorable boyfriend who treats you so well and reminds you of how perfect you are every single day, whether that's verbally or through his actions

[mystic-sky]

Hello! Gojo Saturo’s birthday is in a few days and may I request a fan fic where the reader surprise him with a cake in sexy bunny outfit in mesh stockings? (I’m currently watching the anime Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai) and the idea came up when I saw the outfit hehe love you!

Hi!! I love that anime! Sorry for the late post love, but it’s still an hour before his birthday ends where I live 💕✨ I didn’t know if you wanted food play with the cake??? It mostly focuses around the outfit. Enjoy.

Warnings: Just Birthday NSFW

Word Count: 2.0K

Sometimes when you start dating someone, you find yourself doing things you never figured you’d be into. Your boyfriend was a man of many kinks, slowly introducing you to things and helping you flesh out your own sexual desires. Not only did you try new things for him because you loved him, but you trusted him so much each time afterwards because it was all so enjoyable.

Months before his birthday, he sparked an idea. You were in the kitchen, fixing dinner for the both of you.

“A bunny girl outfit?” You question, shifting your stance a bit. In the few years you had been dating, Satoru had never touched on role play or dress up before.

“Yes~” He sung. “Like that one anime, do you know it?”

You nodded, feeling a bit tense. Could you pull something like that off?

You set your cooking ladle down. “When my birthday comes I’m gonna make you do something even crazier.”

The look on Satoru’s face was one of intrigue, but there was a splash of fear in the corners of his pupils. You had always managed to be exceptionally good at pleasing him. He hoped what you had in mind wouldn’t be too crazy, although he was down for anything.

He spent the rest of that evening leaning on the kitchen counter and trying to get you to confess if you had been agreeing to wear the bunny outfit and what were you bargaining for. 

When his birthday came months later, you took your chances at the costume store. You knew he’d forgotten all about the idea since you never gave him a forward answer. You took advantage of this, and waited until the day of to go shopping. You bought multiple sizes to be sure you got the best fitting one, since you were rushing to make it home before Satoru. You stood in your apartment hallway, swaying in the mirror. 

The things I do for him, you think.

Looking at yourself from head to toe, you were almost upset that the smug bastard knew you’d look good in a bunny outifit. You looked over your shoulder at your backside.

“This things lifts your butt so well.” You felt so sexy, more confidence than you had imagined passed over your body.

You make haste towards the living room, eagerly placing the candles on top of the cake you had bought earlier on the coffee table. You could hear him turning the keys in the door behind you. He was greeted by your fluffy, white bunny tail and big juicy bottom.

“Woah, you actually did it.” You jumped a bit as he swung the door open. “I have to admit, seeing you on your knees as soon as I get home is always a treat.”

You bring yourself to your feet, lighter in hands. You flash him a warm smile.

“Welcome back,” you say. 

“Oh I feel welcomed,” he begins, walking towards you to take you in with his eyes. He sets his sunglasses on the side table beside the couch. 

“Ah-ah-ah-” you begin. “Go wash your hands!” 

He holds his hands up in defense. “Will do m’lady.” 

You turn backwards, opening the packaging on the new lighter you bought. You bent over, continuing to intently space out the candles for him. You quickly clicked towards the kitchen to grab the wine and some glasses. You set them both down beside the cake as you struggled to open the bottle. 

You felt his presence behind you as you swung yourself around.

“I figured we could have a bit of fun before dinner.” You say, pressing the wine bottle to your breasts. You patted the one-person sofa beside you. You watched him pull his lip between his teeth as he giddily sat down, spreading his legs. You poured him a glass, watching him sip as he eyeballed you.

“I feel like I’ve got my own little personal play boy bunny.”

“Just for tonight,” you said, placing the bottle on the table.

“Does that mean I can have anything I want?” 

“Don’t I spoil you enough?” You raise a brow, adjusting the cuffs around your wrists.

“I’m sort of a bottomless pit. I’m always up for more.” He says slyly, pulling you between his legs.

“Turn around for me,” he says, fingers just barely holding the tips of your own. You smile, spinning your body so he could see your butt. 

“Baby... I know it was sort of my idea, but just how am I going to fuck you in this thing. It’s so fucking tight.” 

You felt him playing and flicking the tail of your costume whilst his other hand cupped your ass cheek above the mesh stockings. 

“I’ve got buttons...” you say shyly, bending over for him to see the thick clothed part of your core.

“Ohh~ how convenient.” He sung, sliding and pressing a finger against your hot clothed sex. You shuddered a bit, before standing up straight and turning around. 

“This is truly a treat, sweetheart.” He brought his large hands up to caress the back of your thighs. “It’s taking a lot for me to not pounce on you right now.” 

You could tell he was enjoying the sight of you.

“Don’t fret, I’ll wear it a little while longer.” You assure him, falling to your knees. You loosely bring your fingers up to his white dress shirt, loosening his tie and a few buttons as well. 

“I hope you weren’t planning on wearing this to dinner.” You say, dragging your fingers down the exposed part of his chest.

“Just how messy are we about to get, honey?” He smirked.

You only stare at him, feeling his chest up some more. He smiles back before taking up the glass beside him on the end table, taking a sip while he sits back and looks at you. He watches you feel against the bulge in his suit pants. He takes a brief look at his watch before looking back at you.

“Dinner’s at 8.” 

He watched you unbuckle his pants and pull his length out in front of you. You brought the tip to your mouth before speaking.

“I’ve got time.” You swallow him whole, feeling him shift in the chair. He’s holding back a groan, having not expected you to take him in so deeply right off the bat.

“You just threw your gag reflex out the window, huh?” He managed to say. 

You released your mouth, bunny ears flopping back while you bobbed your head on the tip alone. You swirled your tongue around him, shutting him up immediately.

He set the glass down, and rested his fingers in your hair. 

“What a sweet girl, spoiling Daddy like this on his birthday.”

You take hold of his base, stroking in tune with your sucking while he shifted beneath you. You could feel yourself getting wet as his moans filled the space in the living room. You hummed against his length, tongue sending vibrations through his shaft and his body. You released him from your mouth, jerking him whilst you attached your lips to his balls. You sucked softly, swirling your hot tongue over the soft skin. 

He lost it from this unfortunately, shooting loads out onto your hand without warning. You quickly took the tip of his length back into your mouth, sucking the remnants of his orgasm from the source. 

“Fuck~” He shuddered. So much semen filled your mouth and you swallowed what you could as the rest of it slipped down your chin and onto your breasts.

You let go of his length with a popping noise. 

“How long were you holding that in?” You asked him, licking your fingers. He loved watching you do that.

“Long enough,” he said, cocking his head back. “Now come sit on it for me.”

Your body was ready. You could feel your nipples getting irritatingly hard as they pressed against the firm fabric of the suit. You unbuttoned the bottom piece of it as you climbed on top of him.

“And now...“ He gripped your ass cheeks. “...to unwrap you.”

You felt him claw your mesh stockings with both hands, ripping them so wide and way beyond wearing them ever again.

“Satoru!” You whined. You owned plenty of black stockings, but that didn’t mean he could just rip them as he pleased.

“Ah-ah-ah, it’s my birthday, remember?” He mimicked. You held your tongue.

“How could I forget...” you mutter, positioning yourself above his length. He squeezed your exposed cheeks so hard you probably bruised.

“You’re so cute when you talk under your breath like that.” He teased.

“Shut up,” you say, holding his length as you slide onto it. He bites back a moan as you coat his dick with so much slick his pants started getting stained. “And keep your hands to yourself.”

“Mhnnngh...” He bit his lip. “Fuck- sweetheart I can’t make any promises.” 

You only smile at him, fighting back your own moans as you rock against him. He releases his grip on you like you asked, placing his hands on both arm rests and watching you start to bounce on his length. You rest your arms on his shoulders, throwing your head back, bunny ears flopping erratically. He watched your breasts shake about, suit almost exposing your nipples to the air.

Watching you ride him like that made it hard for him to keep his hands to himself. He would often have to force himself into being sub when you got on top like that. He claimed it was part of making you feel like you were truly dominating him every once in a while. You were just the cutest, and you were wearing this costume just for him. He wanted you to have your moment. 

“Just like that baby,” he hummed. He felt your hand clutch his jaw, pressing a hot kiss to his wine stained lips. He moaned against you, finally wrapping his arms around you. 

“You know I can’t help myself, and it’s my birthday~” He says against your lips. 

You rolled your eyes, kissing him deeper. He hummed against you, sliding his body down in his seat.

“You know, speaking of my birthday, you haven’t said it since this morning.” He said smugly, pushing your body upwards. He starts thrusting into you from underneath, earning broken and sloppy moans from you.

“Won’t you tell me again, pretty please?”

He was mocking you. He knew you weren’t capable of saying it- at least not coherently and definitely not when he was pumping you so quickly and so deeply like that. You were nearing an orgasm, and your heels were slipping off your feet while he was at work against you. 

“Honey, I’m waiting. Say it.” He hummed. Somehow he said it so seriously you didn’t want to test him further.

“H-Hap...Hap-py B-Birthday.” You moaned brokenly as he pounded into you. 

“Such a sweet girl. That wasn’t hard at all, was it? Now let it all out.”

His thick length throbbed against your walls. While you climaxed around him, both your heels hit the carpet with a thud as you cried out his name.

The best but worst part about sex with Satoru is that you’d never get used to how he’d overstimulate you every time you came. Sure you always get to ride your orgasm out, but you’d be quivering, and barely put together the whole time until he came. Just like now, you had melted into him, gripping and wrinkling the collars of his dress shirt, voice cracking against his ears as he came inside you. He had filled you up, overflowing his semen and spilling onto his pants. He shuddered, chest rising and falling against your breasts.

You both stayed there like that for a bit, gathering yourselves. 

“I’ve got more for you after we get home from dinner.” He said as you sat up above him.

“You’ll be pushing your third orgasm. You sure you got juice left?” You say smugly.

“Oh, always.” He grinned.

And so much for the cake. 

[ahkaahshi]

of picnics and persuasion [miya atsumu x reader]

pairing: miya atsumu x fem reader

genre: smut (18+)

warning(s): explicit sexual content, exhibitionism, size kink, public sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, swearing, you kinda squirt but it’s nothin too crazy lol

word count: 2.5k

overview: hindsight’s 20/20, but you should’ve known atsumu wanted you to wear a sundress to your picnic for a reason other than “’cause it looks good on ya.”

In the secluded area of the park where you’ve created a small silver of paradise under a cluster of trees, you watch the shards of vibrant sunlight shift between the leaves casting a kaleidoscope of shadows over your body. The sounds of the late afternoon breeze whistling past, distant conversations, and the scurrying of nearby animals mingle with the soft music playing from your boyfriend’s phone where it lies on the blanket, amongst an array of quickly diminishing food. Absentmindedly, your fingers card through Atsumu’s golden strands of hair, making him tighten the grip he has around your waist and nuzzle his face against your stomach.

“That tickles!” you giggle, giving his head as gentle a push as you can muster when he refuses to budge. He lets out a small sigh of contentment and gives one of your thighs a squeeze before retreating from his position and sitting up so he can help himself to another handful of gummy bears located in a nearby bag.

His arms soon extend out towards you as he beckons, “C’mere, babe.” Placing your hands in his, you allow him to guide you closer to him so you can settle yourself in his lap. A small smile appears across his lips as his amber colored eyes take in every part of you—from the stray strands of (h/c) hair that have fallen in front of your ears to the supple skin on your thighs peering out from beneath the soft fabric of your sundress. “Did I already tell ya how fuckin’ gorgeous you are, (f/n)?”

Heat rushes to your face, then floods your stomach when he leans down to press a tender kiss against your lips followed by another on your neck. “’Tsumu…” you hum nearly inaudibly, “what’s gotten into you, hmm? It’s not every day that you give me compliments without tacking some smart comment onto them.”

“Oh, be quiet,” he complains, grabbing another gummy bear and tapping it against your lip. Obediently, you open your mouth so he can drop it onto your tongue. “Can’t a man just be all in love with his girlfriend without gettin’ dragged?” A small snicker escapes your mouth as you chew the sweet treat and observe the way his hand moves over to yours so he can place your palms together.

He marvels at how his fingers extend beyond yours, and how small they feel laced between his when he slides them together and rests them atop his leg. His other hand takes to traveling the path from your knee to your waist a few times, as if the action soothes him. The intimate nature of his touches in combination with the sensation of his slightly calloused palm against your skin and the pecks he’s littering across your collarbones make your heart flutter in your chest.

When you feel his teeth nibble at your neck, you breathe, “Baby, stop. You’re gonna get me all worked up,” and shift uncomfortably in his lap.

His grip tightens ever so slightly to hold you in place. “Is that so?” he questions coyly, pulling away from your neck so he can shoot you that signature smirk of his. “What if I told ya that’s what I wanted, huh?” Suddenly, you’re acutely aware of his fingertips fiddling with the hem of your dress.

Though your resolve is slowly crumbling at his touch—as it had an annoying habit of doing—you argue, “Can’t you at least wait ‘til we get home?”

“Who says we hafta wait?”

“Oh, I don’t know, the law?”

He scoffs at your retort and comments, “C’mon, honey, we both know that if I don’t fuck ya right here, yer just gonna end up riding me in the front seat of the car. Waitin’ ‘til we get home ain’t even an option at this point.” You quickly avert your gaze in a futile attempt to hide the effects of the heat rising to your face as well as the pout that forms on your lips at being so irritatingly transparent. A small breath of satisfaction at knowing he’s seen through you once again rushes out of his nose as he trails his fingers along the inside of your thigh. “I don’t think anyone’s gonna even notice my hand takin’ a little detour, do you?”

His words light a fire in your stomach that burns hotter underneath the pads of his fingertips as they move beneath the skirt of your dress to inch closer to your painfully throbbing core. You curse the shuddering breath that escapes your lips when his nail grazes the small bow adorning the top of your underwear. “Atsumu,” you sigh.

“Yer wearin’ those lacy panties I bought for ya, ain’tcha?” he muses, admiring the small crinkle of your eyebrows he knows from experience appears moments before you quietly plead for more. He brings his face closer to your ear, feeling his growing erection strain against his pants at your unsteady breathing, and whispers, “I wish I could see how pretty they look all soaked ‘cause of me.” A soft whimper echoes from your throat when he slides his fingers across the wet material between your legs.

“What if someone sees?” you whine, tightening your grip on his shoulders, causing the material of his t-shirt to bunch up beneath your fingertips.

In response, he presses a reassuring kiss against your lips and murmurs, “Sees what?” His feigned cluelessness would be infuriating to you if his digits weren’t slowly pushing your underwear aside so they could venture along your exposed slit. “We’re just two lovers in the park havin’ an intimate conversation, is all.”

The devious grin on his face widens when a teasing touch against your clit changes your tune. “Please,” you utter, any filter or reservations you had before going straight to hell. Now that he’s spreading that fire between your legs with his well-placed pokes and prods, there’s no way you’re going to tell him to stop.

“There she is,” he purrs, his lips finding your neck once more to shower it with tender kisses before pulling away once more so he can watch you. As his fingers move from your clit to your entrance, he finds that you’re too tight to take in more than one of them. “It’s okay, baby girl. Let me into that cute, little pussy of yours ‘nd I’ll make ya feel so good. I promise.” His words have you clenching even harder against his finger, nearly pushing it out of you entirely, but the feeling of his thumb circling your bundle of nerves as his other hand massages your hipbone helps alleviate the issue.

Soon, he’s able to slide two fingers in with relative ease and use them to knead the spongy area deep inside of you. “Fuck…” you hiss under your breath and squeeze your eyes shut. His skilled digits are soon pumping in and out of you slowly, and his thumb dragging across your pearl with each thrust is edging you closer to your orgasm in no time. “More… please! I want more.”

The desperation in your tone makes his dick throb painfully, which he voices with a low groan into your neck. “Think ya can take me, sweetheart?” he asks, though he already knows what your answer will be.

“Mm!” you confirm enthusiastically with a nod, opening your eyes to meet his curious gaze, “I wanna feel you inside me, ‘Tsumu.”

“In a public place where anyone could see us? Damn, yer horny as hell, ain’tcha?”

You furrow your eyebrows with indignation and grumble, “You started it.”

“I did,” he admits, bringing his face closer to your ear so he can nip at the shell of it, “And I intend ta finish it. Same goes for you as well.” After planting an affectionate kiss against your lips before you can even respond, his free hand’s darting beneath the cover your dress’s skirt provides to unbutton his pants and unzip his fly. “So good to me, baby,” he whispers as he drags his fingers coated in your essence along your slit once more, sending a small jolt of pleasure through your body and causing your hips to buck against him impatiently.

A glance downwards reveals a distinct lump beneath the flowing cotton material that makes you swallow thickly. Though your pussy is practically dripping with anticipation, you know his size is going to stretch your walls painfully. Quietly, you request, “Please be gentle.”

“’Course,” is his reassuring response as he uses his grip on your hips to align your entrance with his cock. Once you’re shifted into the appropriate position, he uses light pressure to bring you down onto him at a slow pace.

However, the sounds of nearby voices startle you, and you pause, refusing to budge. Both yours and Atsumu’s gazes dart about your surroundings until you both spot another couple wandering along the path nearby. Though there’s ample foliage shrouding you from their view, you still feel nervous at the thought of being caught; but you must admit the adrenaline rush also goes straight to your core. Unbothered by the possibility of being spotted—and probably turned on by it, instead--Atsumu pulls you down onto him enough to push the pulsing head of his cock into your pussy.

You’re almost entirely sure the couple can hear the squeal you release, but they don’t stop walking or glance in your direction at all. When you shoot your boyfriend a less than pleased look, his only defense is, “Don’t worry, baby; I’ll make sure nobody sees us,” but he adds, “Though there are people out there who enjoy watchin’, ya know. Can’t do anythin’ about them.”

You respond with a light smack against his arm, but he soon ends your conversation by inching himself deeper inside of you. The way you clench around him at the slightly painful sensation reminds him of just how small your sweet, little core is compared to his large dick, and he loves it. Since your face is contorted in discomfort, he tilts his chin up to capture your lips with his.

“Jus’ relax, sweetheart,” he soothes between kisses as he takes to running one of his hands up and down your back. His words and tender touches eventually melt your pain away, and you allow him to slowly plunge into your warm depths until his tip bumps your cervix. “Fuck, (f/n); your pussy feels so goddamn good.” Heat pools in your abdomen at his praise, and another low hum rumbles in his throat when your walls flutter affectionately around him.

Gently, you move your hips against his at a pace that feels most comfortable for you, and that he matches his long but deep strokes. His arms encircle you, bringing your chest closer to his face so he can tease your nipples, which he can see poking against the thin fabric of your dress since you’re not wearing a bra. It’s a good choice, he thinks, since he can use his teeth to stimulate them without having to expose you. It’s almost as if you came on this picnic date prepared to fuck him in the park—although, you wearing the loose sundress was his idea. He had to pride himself for that, since he was now reaping the rewards of his suggestion.

As much as you want to speed up and let him pound into you mercilessly, you’re both able to show a bit of restraint given the nature of the situation. But that certainly doesn’t mean the experience is any less enjoyable by a long shot. He adds more pleasure to every meeting of your hips by including his fingers in the mix for you to grind against. Given how unsettled you’d felt at the idea initially, you’re surprised how quickly you find yourself getting lost in the moment and approaching your orgasm. Each precisely placed thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy through your body that force you to stifle your moans with your hand, and Atsumu’s eagerness to indulge your needy pussy encourages him to bounce you up and down on his lap with a bit more speed and force.

“Just like that, baby,” you tell him breathlessly, leaning into the hand he has resting against your stomach so he can feel his dick prodding it from inside you with every snap of his hips. “So good…”

His gaze travels from your breasts back up to your face so he can admire your expressions as you get closer to coming undone. “I know yer close. Cum all over my cock for me, princess.” The way his fingers stimulate your sensitive spot has you orgasming only a few seconds after he’s uttered his gentle command. With a mewl muffled by your hand, you feel ecstasy overtake your entire body as you gush all over him and squeeze him tightly enough to make him press his face into your chest once more to stifle a loud groan.

“That’s it,” he praises shakily, tightening his grip on your hips and holding you down so he can feel the effects of your climax on every inch of his dick. “So fucking good, baby.” With a final, particularly forceful thrust, he releases inside of you and rides out his own high as you drape your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer to you.

When you’re both finished, you take a moment to regain your breath and your composure before daring to open your eyes and see if you’d raised any suspicions. Thankfully, you don’t find anyone watching you with horror—or rapt attention, much to your relief, since either would be mortifying. Atsumu’s lips peppering your chest with gentle kisses draws your gaze to him as he lifts his head to regard you with somewhat hazy eyes. You chuckle at his slightly dazed expression, though you’re sure you look more than fucked out as well.

“That was so hot,” he comments with a sigh of contentment before pressing a loving kiss against your lips, “Who woulda guessed that you ‘nd I would end up fuckin’ during a picnic of all things today?”

You reply, “Not me, that’s for sure.” After allowing your lips a few more moments to catch up on all the kisses you’d been avoiding for the purpose of being as discreet as possible, Atsumu lifts you off of him so he can make himself decent before pushing your skirt away. “Let’s go, ‘Tsumu. The last thing we need is to get busted for having sex in public.”

“We’re gonna be fine!” he grumbles and dismisses your worries with a wave of the hand, “Could ya hand me one of the bags of food, though?” You raise an eyebrow at him, since you’re hardly in the mood to stick around after what you’ve just done. With a roll of the eyes, he leans in closer to you and informs you, “There’s a wet spot on my pants that needs covering up, thanks ta you, so, hand it over ‘nd we can get outta here.”

“Are you complaining?”

“’Course not! In fact, I can’t wait ‘til we get home so you can do it all over again.”

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[one-piece-aus]

Rainbow

X Drake x Reader | 100 Music Milestone Event

X Drake + 🔀 + Fluff + 🥚 | Requested by: @musical-apple

Ashes littered the ground, building remains scattered across the ruined city. A year has passed, and X Drake has come across a hand full of survivors left. Life began fading of it's meaning, everything he saw only grew grimmer with each passing day. Though, when all hope was on it's final edge, he found you.

You were rummaging through the rubble, a smile on your face and humming a little tune. The sight was so out of place, Drake thought this had been a hallucination or a trick someone set up. Cautious, he placed his hand on the handle of the sword that rested at his side before approaching you.

"Excuse me, miss?" Drake spoke so he wouldn't startle you.

"Hm?" You looked up to meet his blue eyes. "Oh! Another survivor!"  You immediately stood up and stumbled over the junk to him. "Hi there, I'm [Y/n]! I- woah!" You tripped over something braced yourself for impact but instead, you felt strong arms around your torso. You glance up and saw Drake had caught you in his arms. You bashfully smile and stand up straight and back away. "Sorry 'bout that, it's been a while since I've seen someone new."

"It's... It's alright miss."

"Oh no need to be formal, you already know my name."

"Right..." Drake deadpanned. He didn't understand how you can be so cheerful with the current post-apocalyptic situation around you. Then again, maybe you were just happy to see another person, it was a natural thing to do after being alone for so long. "How long has it been since you last saw someone?"

"Not long ago actually."

There goes his theory.

Clearing his throat, Drake held out his hand. "My name is X Drake."

"Nice to meet you, X Drake." You smile and shake his hand. "Tell me, do you have a place to stay, or are looking for one?"

"I've been roaming around to see how many survivors there are."

"Oh! That's perfect! Come, come!" You pulled his arm and begin walking towards a wagon you had stock up with supplies. Grabbing it and trailing it behind you, lead him to the outskirts of the ruined city you two have just been in. You could see the place had more space and tidy up, a few plants growing here and there-

"Is that [Y/n]?" A child's voice whispered.

"[Y/n]'s back!" Another kid cheered, coming out of a large makeshift tent.

"Yay! [Y/n]!"

"Welcome back [Y/n]!"

A bunch of children came out, greeting you with smiles and hugs. You laughed, acknowledging each one that came to you. A few of the older ones reported what went on while you were gone and you praised them for their good work. X Drake stood there in shock, he didn't know so many children had survived.

"[Y/n], who is that funny-looking man over there?" a little girl asked, tugging on your arm and pointing at the male you brought with you.

"This is X Drake," you introduce the children to him, patting his shoulder.

"Is he going to be staying with us?" a boy with raven hair asked, sparkles in his eyes. A few other children joined in, looking up at both of you with wide smiles.

Drake hesitated on answering them, he wasn't exactly planning on settling down yet. He planned on continuing his search for more survivors, or rather a purpose in this wasteland. You noticed the uncertainty in his composer, to be fair, you had just dragged him over to your camp without telling him anything so it was understandable.

"Nothing is set in stone but why don't we show him around and make him feel welcome," you suggested to the children.

"Yeah!"

"Okay [Y/n]-chan!"

"Good idea!"

Two children grabbed a hold of his hands, pulling him along as they showed him the campsite with the rest of the kids. From where they gathered rainwater to where they held medical supplies, Drake had been impressed the place was so well organized. One question bugged his mind, where were the other adults? Surely you weren't the only one, right?

Sundown approached, a few young teens came with animals they caught, surprised by Drake's presence but welcomed him nonetheless. Preparing dinner was a team effort and they did it with a smile on their face, sharing merry laughter. Their cooperation was more efficient than the majority of the survivor groups Drake had come across, which consisted of adults.

That's one of the reasons why Drake kept moving, most of the colonies people formed collapsed on themselves from disagreement and distrust. The ones that were somewhat stable weren't exactly welcoming to newcomers, he didn't blame them after all not every stray was trustworthy in this day and age. However, these children appeared to be the exact opposite of what he experienced in the other groups. He wanted to know where the other adults were, and he would've asked you but you seemed to have your hands full assisting one of the children with something.

"Hey, mister-"

"Onion, his name is Deric." A boy with green hair interrupted his friend who wore glasses.

"No, it's not," a boy with purple hair butted in. "[Y/n] said his name was Drake."

"Oh..."

Drake cleared his throat to regain their attention to see what they needed.

"Can you help hold the stew pot?" The boy who Drake assumed to be named Onion requested. "The others are starting to get tired."

"Of course." Drake obliged, and watched as the kids served everyone as he held the object for them. Just as the last of the kids were receiving their servings, you came over.

"Oh, thank you for helping the kids." You smiled to show your gratitude, and Drake couldn't help but rub the back of his neck bashfully due to your cute expression.

"It's no problem really." The question Drake had popped up in his mind and he thought this was the best time to ask. "[Y/n], are there any adults around here other than you?"

"Uh- well... no, not really," you tell him, your demeanour dropping down slightly. "These kids-"

"[Y/n]! [Y/n]!" the children called, catching your attention. "Come sing for us!" "Yeah!"

"Alright." You glance at Drake and put a hand on his arm. "I'll tell you later."

Getting a nod from the man, you then walk over to the children who were gathered in a circle. Some had finished their bowls of stew and started getting comfy as they waited for you, each one was filled with anticipation. Wearing a smile, you knelt down and boop a little girl's nose, beginning to sing.

"I know you, you're a special one"

You shift yourself back to the rest of the child, opening yours for them to come and hug you.

"Some see crazy where I see love"

Two small kids come to you and you scoop them up, spinning them around in the air.

"You fall so low but shoot so high"

You let one sit on your shoulders while the other stays in your arms, and you nod your head to the orange sky.

"Big dreamers shoot for open sky"

Turn the child in your arms so you can see their eyes and boop their nose.

"So much life in those open eyes"

Gently you put the two children down.

"So much depth, you look for the light"

You crouch down, opening your palm to show scratches and scars on them.

"But when your wounds open, you will cry"

A small girl slowly approach your hand and touches them, curiously looking in your eyes as you tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"You'll cry out now and you'll question why"

You pick up the small girl and rocket her to sleep as you continue singing the melody.

"I can see a rainbow

In your tears as they fall on down

I can see your soul grow

Through the pain as they hit the ground

I can see a rainbow

In your tears as the sun comes out~

As the sun comes out~"

Drake watches in amazement, witnessing how your gentle nature soothes the children. Blissful smiles grew on the kids face, some swayed to your tune, others yawned and rested their head on the one beside them. Though, what captivated him had been the sound of your soft voice and the way words would flow from out of your lips. As you sung, he had almost forgotten the post-apocolyptic lifestyle he was in.

When the last note left your lips, the eldest children of the group who didn't fall asleep began to carry the sleeping kids to the tent. You smiled, proud to see them taking care of the others. Your thoughts were interrupted by Drake humming in thought, who was also watching the teens take the younger kids to the large tent.

"Ah, right, I suppose we didn't finish our conversation..."

"It's alright, your main concern for the children so I can understand," Drake stated before turning his gaze to you.

"The children... don't have anywhere to go," you inform him. "Most lost their parents or family, and you've seen the other survival groups. They don't have children... they don't want them... People think a child will slow them down in this life, but they're not looking in the long run. These kids are our future generation, our hope for humanity to continue. I... I just have to take care of them, give them a reason to keep going. I have to stay positive for them... I have to be their rainbow." You face lost that glimmer of joy, displaying one that held struggle and worry.

So that's why you had been smiling, you were putting on a brave face for the children. It makes sense, but Drake is amazed how one could stay like that for so long, it must get tiring. Hesitantly, he spoke up.

"I can't imagine how hard it can be..." Drake told you and a few seconds of silence followed before he continued. "You're stronger than most of my old co-workers."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I was a cop before this whole mess..."

"Ah... that's cool..."

"What were you back then?"

"I didn't really have anything... I was broke, in debt, about to lose my house... in a way... this new life is better."

Drake never believed someone out there would say those words, however, hearing her reasons it did make sense. He didn't think of looking at the positive this life had brought. Prehaps if he stayed his mindset could change.

"Do you think there's enough room for another person to settle here?" Drake asked rubbing the back of his neck.

"Of course, there's always room for you to stay." You smile, answering him.

An MLP song + an apocalyptic wasteland + wholesome & adorable children, if that's not a cracked combination than I don't know what is.

Anyway, thank you for reading, your request, and your follow ^-^