#but he's so cute. that's his angry face look at him

[dollfacefantasy]

caleb x fem!reader

you and caleb used to play fight a lot, but things are different now that you're older

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fauxcest, dry humping

a/n: um hehe just a small drabble cause i've been thinking... also i like the pipsqueak thing idgaf kiss me about it. imagine this takes place when she’s staying with him.

"isn't this around the time you'd usually cry mercy, pipsqueak?" he breathes, his smooth voice warming the air next to your ear.

a small grunt escapes you as you try to lift your arm to shove him off. your effort is pointless though. his grip tightens around your wrist, and he brings your limb back down to the floor without much effort.

“caleb, quit it!” you whine.

he just laughs at you. his body doesn’t move away an inch. he stays right where he his, hovering over your smaller frame.

the two of you used to play fight all the time as kids. you’d squabble over the remote or your toys. whiny arguments would morph into a small scuffle, a test of wills. so it felt natural today to lunge at him when he held the book you wanted to read just out of reach. getting physical made sense. you’d been so agitated with him keeping you here, you needed to blow off some steam. it just didn’t feel so good when reality set in as he wrestled you down to the floor like always.

“it’s not funny,” you say and try to jam your knee up into his abs.

he dodges the move and continues to smirk at you. “maybe not to you. but it’s pretty funny from up here. pretty cute too,” he teases.

you scowl, squirming some more. in your younger years, you’d always been able to fight back a little. you’d lose in the end, sure, but victory had been in reach a few times. now, caleb is stronger. he’s bigger, and he doesn’t fight like a scrappy high school kid but rather someone with training. you’re starting to realize you have no chance now, and part of you wonders if you ever did. or maybe he’d been going easy on you.

as if to taunt you, he slides your arms up above your head and grabs both your wrists with one hand. even with his other one free, he keeps you pinned with the same amount of force. it’s fucking humiliating. you feel your cheeks starting to heat up as he drags the back of his fingers along your jaw, cooing at you.

“you always used to get so angry like this too. so frustrated. you’d think you would’ve learned not to start fights you can’t win,” he mocks.

his thumb comes to sweep along your cheekbone, back in forth in slow strokes. he stares into your eyes while he does, almost studying you. it gets you heated for a whole other reason you don’t even want to acknowledge.

“get off of me,” you squeak, your voice much less aggressive now.

“maybe i will if you beg enough,” he taunts, “if you use your manners and say please like a good girl, i’ll consider it.”

“shut up!” you say. you kick a few more times and buck your hips to try and get loose.

in response, he grabs your hip with his free hand and slams it back to the ground. you let out a little growl, assuming you’ll have to restrategize. but then he pushes his pelvis down on top of yours.

you gasp. all the fight leaves you in a harsh blow because now, unlike any of the other times you play fought with him, you feel a solid bulge pressing between your legs.

your eyes widen, and you sputter. you’re sure you look totally stupid right now. but you don’t know what else to do. there’s no question about it. he’s got a boner, and he’s rubbing it right up against you.

“i told you. you’re not gonna win. might as well surrender,” he says. he speaks in a completely even tone, as if nothing is different.

“c-caleb. what are you doing?” you start, “don’t be weird.”

“i’m not being weird,” he defends with feigned innocence, “we always used to mess around like this. what’s got you all shy now?”

you know why he’s asking. because he knows you won’t say it. the answer is so easy, yet you can’t bring the words to leave your lips.

“you know what,” you whine softly.

he chuckles and leans in even closer to your face. “maybe i do. but i don’t think that it’s weird. we’re not kids anymore. you can’t whine and wriggle around like that and expect me not to react,” he murmurs.

your heart beats harder in your chest. you can feel every thump. before you can say anything in return, he grinds his hips again, rolling his hardened length right up against you. and this time, it feels good.

“i- caleb- we can’t,” you whimper, biting your lip.

“we can’t? we can’t what? we’re not doing anything,” he says before grinning at you, “it doesn’t count if it’s over the clothes.”

you want to smack him, but both your arms are still immobile.

“it’s still weird. we’ve never- i don’t see you like this,” you insist, though the last statement is a complete lie.

he tsks and shakes his head before pushing his erection between your legs for another time. this one draws a whine out of you. his hips jump forward at the sound, but he doesn’t let his face show that burst of desire.

“what do you see me like then?” he whispers.

silence fills the air between the two of you as you fail to answer. you know what you see him as. you know your crush on him goes back years. you know what fantasies fill your head at night when you’re alone.

but you also know how you want to see him. what you’re supposed to see him as. what you’ve tried to limit his role to for so long.

“it’s ok,” he finally says, “i won’t make you say it if it’s that hard. but i know you like this. i know you, remember?”

he grinds against you again, but this time it’s not only once. now he sets himself into a rhythm, consistent swings of his hips against your center.

“i know when you’re happy, when you’re sad, when you’re ashamed,” he says, “i know when you want something, but you’re too scared to ask.”

ducking in, he kisses your neck. you moan in response, putting no effort into suppressing the noise now.

“that’s right, princess. your big brother knows you better than anyone, doesn’t he?” he coos mockingly.

“caleb!” you whine. you internally cringe at both titles, but outwardly, your face still contorts with pleasure.

“what?” he laughs, “that’s what you were gonna say before, wasn’t it?”

“but i didn’t,” you whimper.

“but you thought it, and it’s all the same to me,” he teases.

he refocuses his mouth on your neck again. his lips move over the column of your throat while his cock continues pressing right on your pussy. it feels better by the second. maybe it’s because he’s kissing your neck too, you’re not really sure. all you know is the hot, sparkling feeling in your stomach is building.

nipping at your pulse point, he then sucks on the skin like he wants to leave a mark. his tongue laves at it for a few moments before he pulls off.

“i’m gonna let go of your arms. you’re gonna behave, ok?” he mumbles against your skin.

“mhm,” you whimper and nod. the overt submission feels pathetic, but losing the feeling of him would be even worse.

“good girl,” he praises.

he keeps his word and releases his hold on your wrists. the air feels cool on your skin that’s all warmed up from his hands. now with his other arm in use, he can snake one around your ass and boost your hips. the new angle allows him to thrust against you harder.

“fuck, baby,” he grunts. you feel his lashes brush your neck as his eyes flutter.

your arms loop over his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. more little mewls spill from your lips. you can feel his stiff length sliding right up against your folds through your clothes. every swipe brings a blissful burst of friction to your poor throbbing clit.

“there you go. i got you. big brother’s got you,” he mumbles mindlessly. he chokes out a moan into your shoulder as his hips move like they have a mind of their own.

your body starts to squirm more. that hot feeling inside is reaching a boiling point. you clutch at his shirt, your nails digging in so hard they threaten to tear the fabric. the constant push and pull of his lower half is nearly hypnotic. it seems like you’ll be under him forever while also on the brink of letting go.

after a few moments more, he pulls back to look at you. his eyelids hang low, heavy with his desire for you.

“god, you’re so pretty. so fuckin’ beautiful now,” he says and presses his forehead to yours. his eyes shut while your breaths mingle. “i knew you wanted this too. just look at you. almost falling apart, and i haven’t even really touched you. i knew no one else could do this better.”

all you can do is whimper softly and cling to him harder. you pull on him as if trying to pull him into your body, to meld your two beings into one. the pressure down below feels dull and muted, but it’s blooming nonetheless.

“yeah… you’re gonna cum all over your pretty panties,” he mutters, “get ‘em all nice and wet so i can have some fun with ‘em later.”

“caleb…” you whine, useful words falling out of your grasp in this moment. one of your hands flies up and laces in his hair. your fingers clench into a fist, giving the strands a sharp tug.

he groans and bucks his hips extra hard. “c’mon. cum for me, baby. let me make my sweet little angel cum,” he murmurs.

it really doesn’t take much to get you there. the friction burn he’s rutting you both into works, and you feel yourself hit the high. euphoria rushes through you. a little breathy whine erupts from your lips. your back arches off the floor, but he keeps you cradled against him securely.

the whole time you’re cumming, he’s still humping you like his life depends on it. it’s when you start to come down, that he finally explodes. he buries his face in your neck, letting out the loudest moan you’ve heard so far. his arms tighten up around your frame as his fingers dig into your malleable flesh.

his hips jolt forward in random twitches now, chasing the last remnants of release while he spills inside his pants.

when he’s done, his breaths are harsh and labored. he nuzzles the crook of your neck before kissing your cheek and receding off your body. his palm runs over his face lazily.

“fuck, i gotta change now,” he says, not bothering to look down at the dark patch at the front of his pants.

without even really thinking about it, you reach forward for the waistline. you’re already craving more of him. but before your hand can get there, he takes your wrist.

“not so fast, pipsqueak. i think you should actually beat me before i let you have the real thing,” he smirks.

[obeymeluv]

In Your Defense [PT 1 - Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw]

You decide to work at Sam's for Valentine's Day and your crush just happens to hear a customer hitting on you. If they get arrested, can you be their alibi? AKA: This person has a death wish and you find out your crush might be jealous?

Note: Each one is random and some will be longer than others. If I made everyone the same length this thing would be MASSIVE and I would probably die.

Not proofread because of the length. Trying to get everyone done today. It's my last day off for a few.

Whatever part Ortho is in will be platonic, obvs.

Happy V-day!

Riddle likes to think he's made great strides not being angry but hearing some utterly disgusting joke about 'how much do you cost?' sends him like nothing else ever has. This guy is tall and so unimpressive, so plain, so average that Riddle can't really recall him at all. Maybe that's just the absolute fury blurring his vision. He knows he's not breathing but his chest isn't burning near as much as his face; the heat is spreading quick and he can feel it in his cheeks and neck. Temples pounding, his vaguely aware of the growl bubbling in his chest as it threatens to slip past his clenched teeth.

Ace calls it his teapot snarl.

Before Riddle knows it, he's flown off the handle and he's going off on a rant. The whole shop is quiet, people physically backing away as he just methodically unravels everything about this cretin from outfit, posture, presence, delivery, unoriginality--everything. Honestly, he doesn't even remember everything he said. The redhead doesn't even tune back into the sound of his own voice until he ends the onslaught with, "You've just paid twenty thaumarks to embarrass yourself but that pales in comparison to the fact that you thought you had a chance with them. You should be ashamed!"

The man slinks away, sad little bag dragging off the counter.

Whispers and giggles diffuse throughout the shop. He ignores the looks that come his way, using the time to come back to himself. Riddle fixes his cute casual clothes, content with the fact you picked them out together. He catches sight of the matching rose clips on your outfit and in you hair and smiles softly. "A strawberry cookie and a cake pop, please." he clears his throat, fishing his wallet out of his pocket.

Sam had an assortment of sweets and he was going to capitalize on strawberry's popularity while he could. He saw you root through the display case, carefully considering the designs even though they were all supposed to taste the same (allegedly).

"Sure thing. Your total is 12 thaumarks. Thanks for stopping by Sam's Mystery Shop! Happy Valentine's Day!"

He hands you the thaumarks as you take the time to slide the I LOVE YOU cookie in his bag.

----

Deuce is an honors student! He is a good boy that's going to make his mother proud!

HE IS SO GOING TO PUNCH THIS MOTHERFUCKER IN THIS FACE!

His shoulders tense, fist clenching at his side. "Why, you think they're cheap? Something to be bought? What an insult!" his head snaps up as he stares down the slightly taller boy. Deuce's teal eyes turn a dark turquoise; the giddy glint of seeing you and chocolate eggs in one place turns to something sharp and steely. He hands the chocolate eggs to Ace, turning right back around to stare the creep down. Old habits die hard; he's grinding a fist into his hand.

"Aren't you the guy always complaining about limited time sales being unfair? Not my problem you missed the window." the guy scoffs, leaning back against the cashier counter. "Anyways," the guy tilts his head back and starts talking to you.

You look uncomfortable and angry that you can't handle this yourself. Professionalism and all.

"You may have caught the window but I'm about to show you the door." Deuce draws up on him with a quickness people have never seen. Not many people know about all the fights he used to get into. Gripping the guy's hair almost to the point of pulling it out, steering him like a panicked bull, Deuce all but chucks him out the front door of the shop. He turns around to walk back inside and buy his chocolate eggs but that spine-tingling feeling of someone fixing to take a cheap shot makes him pivot and nail the guy with a solid kick to the chest. The guy falls back on his butt, breath hitching.

Deuce scoffs and wipes his shoes on the step before going into the shop. The door is almost closed behind him when he hears a strained grunt. He's been in enough fights to know the guy is off the ground and making one last attempt to catch him from the back. More than done with this and just wanting his damn eggs and to say hi to you in all your festive lace, he shoulder checks the door like he's trying to shove Jack out of the lunch line (which he would NEVER, EVER DO).

The guy falls with a satisfying thud and Deuce tries his best to relax his face as he resumes his place in line. It's red from aggravation and the fact he's fishing for his thaumarks because he's forgotten what pocket he put it in. "Sorry about that," he tries to uncrumple the thaumarks a little before handing them to you. "And the face. My face. Not your face! Your face is fine! Like, you're not ugly! I just, uh--"

"Take the change, Deuce-y!" Ace is standing behind him, guiding his nervous body like a puppet. He makes Deuce grab the change and turns him around, shoving him away from the counter before he can make it any worse. "Now help me move this guy's body! He's out cold!"

---

Ace can only laugh when he hears that line. First of all, it's weak. Secondly, the dude must not have any faith in his game if the delivery depends on you being captive behind the counter. During work hours. With an obligation to be forward facing and listening to whatever he says.

"Why? You worried about your budget, buddy?" Ace laughs, hands laced together behind his head.

The guy snaps up, stick-straight. "N-No! I was just--" his face is blooming pink.

"People aren't products, bro. There's no discounts." Ace shakes his head.

"W-What I meant was, I want to take you on a date!" the guy turns back to you and flashes a big smile. All of Ace's pouty mutters fall on deaf ears. Not because he's being quiet, but because the guy is straight up ignoring him. He's not sure where the idea comes from--he'll blame it on an itchy hand--but he sneaks a couple of small candies in the guy's pocket. Sam's familiar top hat bobs into view, snaking around the shelves.

"DON'T FORGET TO PAY FOR THE STUFF IN YOUR POCKETS!" Ace felt confident in his sleight of hand tricks. It wouldn't be the first time he tricked NRC students. It's actually really easy to do. That works in his favor because if everyone can't get their story straight or agree on what they saw, he's a free man.

Sam materializes at the edge of the aisles and seems to stare into the boy's soul. "Young man, please step aside."

Ace looks like the cat that ate the canary as he moseys up to the counter and slaps the box of cherry cordials down. He buys a cherry sucker at the last second, not seeing it at first. "Thanks, Sweets!" Ace winks at you as he strolls out with the bag.

Sam nearly scares him out of his skin, leaning against the wood just outside the door. Ace finally feels the tug of shadows on his feet. "Speaking of sweets," Ace flinches and hides his ear with his blazer, groaning as Sam hooks an arm around his neck and pulls him into his chest sternly. "I understand your frustration, Little Imp. Young love is adorable in all it's wiles! But mark my words, Little Imp: if you lie about wrongdoings in my shop again, you will not come back. Clear?"

"Yes sir." Ace gulps.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Little Imp."

---

Trey isn't really surprised to hear what he just did. 'Boys will be boys', as the saying goes. Frankly, he's disappointed. He's heard smarter things come out of his little brother and sister.

He adjusts his glasses, mentally trying to relax the knot between his eyebrows.

Should he say something? Of course he wants to. It's you! He's been on the other side of the counter plenty of times and has had vivid daydreams of sticking a customer in a stand mixer. But, then again, he has a reputation to uphold and anything he does could reflect back on Riddle.

And send Riddle into a fit, giving him something else to handle.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized he'd have the element of surprise. People--especially men--don't cook enough to know how much arm strength it takes to lift twenty pound bags of flour on the regular. Or the stamina it takes to walk said bags from Sam's shop to Heartslabyul. Even the small five-pound bag of sugar in his basket would suffice as a weapon; the sugar was packed enough to hit like a brick if he lobbed it.

Trey's running the options through his head, almost settling on just saying 'how much for you to stop?' when he sees the end of a sucker rolling between the guy's teeth. Too easy, Trey pushes his glasses up on his nose, hand hiding his smile and the quiet incantation for "Paint the Roses".

All of a sudden the guy is gagging and running for the door. You and everyone else are wondering what the hell just happened. He doesn't come back in. One brave soul suggested he had a really bad gag reflex and the sucker did him in. Only Trey knows it was a mix of sour milk and the pungent soy sauce tart nightmare he tricked Riddle into making once.

"Just this, please. Oh! And what Sam had on hold for me." Trey hands you the sugar, relishing in the brush of your hands.

"Candied violets and a bag of sugar. Twenty thaumarks, please."

"Thanks." Trey smiles at you, laying the sugar flat so his delicate, delectable candied violets don't get crushed.

"Thank you." you smile brightly, handing him the change.

----

Cater wants to gag. Normally Valentine's confessions are cute and IN THE RIGHT SETTING pickup lines are amazing. This? This is a tragedy. Mostly because there is ZERO chemistry and you look #uncomfortable.

He's big on consent since he's always looking for collabs and people to pose with on Magicam so maybe that's why this scene bothers him. Aside from the fact that you're out of this guy's league, obviously. Like, it's really an insult to your time.

'How much do you cost?' Really? You're #priceless.

His brows furrow, lips thinning as he wonders what to do. He plays with the idea of Split Card and creating a small crowd of copies to boo and jeer the guy but the store would be even more packed than it already is. Cater's green eyes twinkle as it hits him. Turning his phone longways, he zooms in on the guy and tells him to keep going because he's live on Magicam. "Don't worry! I've already got all the V-day tags on there! Everyone will see it!"

He's friends with practically everyone at NRC so this guy will be seen by everyone.

Something sick and unfriendly and satisfied swirls in him as the guy's face pales in real time. If he zooms in a little, he can get the beads of sweat in there. "I'll, uh--another time, okay?" the guy darts off and abandons his handful of candy at the register.

"Haul coming later! 'K, bye!" Cater sends a peace sign to the camera, smiling at his own face. He swipes the little chocolates into his basket nonchalantly. He's not even the biggest sweets person but those are his now!

"Gonna have a spicy Valentine's Day, huh?" you ring up the cups of spicy ramen.

"You know it!" he laughs.

"I get it. You have to balance out how sweet you are." you smirk up at him. "Twenty-four thaumarks, please."

#in love. #kiddingnotkidding. #sendhelp. #downbad.

----

Leona doesn't even know why he bothered to show up to Sam's. He could just send Ruggie to get whatever he wanted. The variety of jerky was somewhat tempting but he could just as easily take the bus and get a proper meal off campus. And yet, he stood there with a gloved hand in his pocket, tail swishing back and forth in mild agitation. His green eyes sweep over the winding line until they land on you at the front.

His cheeks warm a little and he scoffs at himself, pretending to pick through the hanging strips of sunflower seeds as the line moves. Every step gets him closer to this soft, powdery scent with just a hint of sweetness. He starts to blame it on all the chocolate and candy and sugary shit exploding out of every possible spot in the store but there's this unmistakable undertone of skin.

Your skin.

He's only caught the scent a million times while hiding from people in the Botanical Gardens. Or when he's forced to attend class, catching a hint of you in the halls.

Leona's not sure why he cares anything about you because you're not magical. You're not interesting.

You shouldn't be, but you are.

You're literally the only person he's ever met from another world. You have no context for the Sunset Savanna or the hierarchy of it. To you, everyone is impressive. He can be something to you.

Why does that matter? He doesn't even know. That's what he tells himself, anyways. You say you have no magic but Leona thinks you can read minds. The look you always give him isn't a pitying one, but a curious one that seeks to dissect him and force him to face everything he keeps shoved deep down inside himself.

Part of him is waiting for the day you pull the right thread and he comes undone in the way he knows he need but can't find the strength for. Somewhere in that knotted mess is his true feelings for you. The stuff he can't admit.

You stand admirably on your own two feet, roughing it out like Ruggie, but you're so far from the intimidating women of the Sunset Savanna. You're approachable and soft; you're built like prey but you have the quick thinking of a predator.

Something in your demeanor changes--your hands pause and flutter nervously--and he's on alert. He's careful to relax his grip lest he crush the box of protein bars for Jack. His ears sling forward and his eyes narrow as he catches that half-baked flirting attempt. Leona doesn't even bother to hide the sneer twisting his face.

Just the thought of you with that hopeful schmuck is nauseating.

Suddenly the scent of all the males around you is overwhelming. Disgusting.

"If you have to ask about the price, you can't afford it. Haven't ya ever heard that before?" Leona 'hmphs' triumphantly, one hand on his hip as he bends down slightly to stare the chump in the face. "Askin' about the price is tacky."

"Wh-what was my total again?"

All Leona had to do was stare at the back of the human's neck. Humans, much like prey animals, grew really squirmy when a predator stared at them too long. Or encroached on their space, much like he was doing. It was for the hell of it at this point.

Leona made a mental note of the guy's face as he scampered off like a terrified cub and looked forward to the day he could send a stray spelldrive disk in his direction.

"Hey Herbivore," Leona plunked the basket down unceremoniously.

"Hey Leona," you looked down at the random stuff in his basket, trying not to smile at what just happened. Something warm and--dare he say it?--proud welled up in his chest when he realized you were happy about him scaring the guy off.

The heart-shaped stickers he kept finding on everything when he got back to Savanaclaw helped, too.

----

Ruggie lived for the holiday specials at Sam's. He was a bit put out that he wasn't picked to staff the Valentine's shift but the in-store discounts were a small consolation. It'd be better if he could stack them with an employee discount but he'd take what he could get! His mouth started watering as soon as he entered, sniffing out deliciously fluffy donuts.

Hopefully people would be distracted with the lollypops and chocolates and leave his donuts alone!

He choked down the occasional nervous whine when people gravitated too close to the donut display, distracting himself with the decor and wondering what would be most profitable to flip. His eyes began to wander to the people in front of him; Ruggie tsk'd at how casual and unguarded they were. Ripe for the picking, he looked at their wallets and fistfuls of thaumarks just out in the open.

If he wasn't worried about being banned from Sam's and losing some gigs he'd--

"How much do you cost?"

EXCUSE ME?! Ruggie freezes, eyes going wide and ears twitching when he hears that. The dude said that and LIVED?

Oh, right. You're not a Savanna girl. The girls back home would beat him up and make him pay them to stop. Or just smack the shit out of him hard enough to put him in a coma. Maybe break his jaw so he can't drop anymore awful lines.

Women are to be respected! Not treated like something you can purchase!

Given that you weren't a Savanna girl and were bound by the rules of 'I'm currently on the clock', Ruggie took things into his own hands. You could just treat him later!

"Laugh with Me!" Ruggie hisses, backing into the closest display. It was a little bump to him but far more to the guy up front. He waved his arm around, skimming the bags of gummy candies while the guy at the register knocked down a whole tower of balloons on a stick. Bending over just enough to line the guy's head up with the counter, Ruggie lunges forward.

WOMP!

Oh it was so satisfying. The guy is hopelessly, helplessly stunned. He gathers his bearings and Ruggie slides his foot out; the guy loses his footing and slams into the counter again.

Only two times before he gives up? Kind of weak-willed, Ruggie thinks with a little smirk as he side-steps the disoriented guy and waits patiently to check out. Sam tends to him while you get the donuts he's been craving.

They'll taste even better because they smell like you. Happy Valentine's Day to him!

-----

Jack is usually very stoic but a lot of people mistake his stoic observation for irritation. He would blame it on his intimidating physique but he's not sorry and takes great pride in his appearance. He's a beastman--a Howl!--he's supposed to be intimidating! Intimidating appearance aside, Jack is also a very helpful soul.

A good boy, if you will.

The only reason he's in Sam's is on Ruggie's behalf. He was tasked with picking up a few things and was more than happy to help out his senior. They were from the same dorm, after all! Practically a pack! You have to help your pack!

He's not really bothered by the amount of people, more focused on keeping his tail out of people's way and making sure he doesn't knock anything over. All at once, the atmosphere changes a little. There's a hint of sour in the air and a noticeable hike in someone's pulse.

It's your pulse. You look...distressed? Why are you distressed? Where is the threat?

Whatever it was, he missed it and he's cursing himself.

His ears swing forward as he catches bits and pieces of conversations. Some people are complaining the guy is taking too long, other people are laughing at his crappy pickup line. Some people are wondering if it's going to work.

This was a weak display if he ever saw one. The guy didn't even look confident in himself! All of your body language has now firmed up into rejection but the guy's not getting the hint. He's trying the 'oh, c'mon!' thing his siblings do when they want to play.

You don't know it, but you've been feeding Jack when he trots by in wolf form. He likes to finish off his morning jogs in wolf form to really stretch his joints and obliques. It was supposed to be a one-off thing, him following the tantalizing aroma of food to your door. Your cooking is fantastic and while you don't know that you're a pack mate, you're a pack mate!

You're just a pack mate who feeds him and gives him occasional pets. And these to die for scratches that he'd kill to feel with his real skin instead of fur. Any touch would be fine, really. Not that you'd ever know.

Jack doesn't even know he's growling until people start moving out of his way. The growl crescendos as he walks towards the guy. Tail bristling, Jack opens his mouth to show off sharp canines. "Get lost! They're not interested in you! They're just trying to work!"

As expected, the guy tucks tail and runs. Jack snorts, licking his lips that have suddenly become dry. His ears don't know what to do, caught between catching all the murmurs behind him and wanting to press down in embarrassment.

It's quiet but he hears it. "Thank you, Jack."

"Don't mention it," he crosses his arms, looking everywhere but you as you scan his items. He was avoiding looking at you directly but he notices you slip a few extra beef sticks into his bag. He blushes.

Yeah, don't mention that either.

[sweetshuga]

「 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝟐 ✧ 𝑪.𝑺 」

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⬩ +𝟏𝟖 ⬩ Chris has an oral fixation ⬩ boobs sucking/fondling ⬩ pussy eating ⬩ munch!chris ⬩ pet names ⬩ overstimulation (f!) ⬩ praise kink + more.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟏.𝟗 𝒌

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Happy Valentine’s babes!! Here’s a cute lil’ fic to celebrate the day of love<33

𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅: English is not my first language! «𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕»

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Your school had a secret admirer day on Valentine’s, and what you received was far from a love letter.

Chris hummed a soft tune under his breath as he walked to the back of the school, almost with a hop in his step.

You had asked to meet him there.

As Chris rounded the corner, he saw you standing there, his notebook in hand and a serious expression on your face. His smile faltered as a strange nervousness flooded his senses, but he tried not to show it as he approached you — although with a more tense smile on his face.

"Oh, you’re here." You said, uncharacteristically unenthusiastic as you shoved his notebook in his chest, making Chris blink at you, clutching the notebook against his chest with his lips parted slightly in surprise. "Open it won’t you?" You tutted, your expression unreadable.

Chris, although surprised, opened the notebook per your request, his brows furrowing immediately when he saw what was inside. Inside was the letter he had written; the explicit one of the two he gave you anonymously.

He looked up at you, now with clear nervousness on his face. "Look I-" "Did you write it?" You cut him off before he could make a dumb excuse, and your words made him freeze in place.

Chris stared at you for a bit before nodding slowly, knowing he couldn’t make up a lie since you seemed to know the truth already and would call him out on his bullshit immediately. "Fuck…" He cursed under his breath, gaze snapping down at the vulgar letter inside his notebook.

"I… I wrote it alright," he paused before continuing in a quieter tone, his eyes still stuck on the page, "I know I shouldn’t have- but I thought you wouldn’t know — I thought I could get away with it." He mumbled, unable to look at you due to the shame burning his face.

You sighed heavily, making his heart beat a tad bit faster as he didn’t know how to interpret it. He didn’t know if you were angry at him — he didn’t want to ruin whatever you two had and shared. "Why did you write it- I mean, I kinda have an idea but-but I don’t understand… Why me?" Your question nearly made him laugh.

Why you? Were you being serious?

You were the prettiest girl he had seen; the smartest; the funniest. All in all a perfect girl in his eyes. He wanted you. He wanted you bad, and the letters he had spent a whole day writing described his feelings perfectly.

You’d be lying if you said that his carefully written letters didn’t make your heart do back flips in your chest, but you also wasn’t sure if you’d be doing the right thing to say yes if he – ever – outwardly asked you out, hence the troubled expression slowly creeping on your face as you waited for him to answer your question.

Chris wasn’t stupid — he knew exactly what you were thinking about. He didn’t want you to doubt anything, and so, he decided to answer truthfully — confidently.

"Why you? Well, firstly, you’re really pretty- no scratch that, you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen, and you’re smart, you’re never afraid to speak your mind, you’re kind, you’re selfless — humble and-"

The more he spoke, the more your doubt faded.

A soft blush adorned your cheeks after his wholehearted confession, your heart beating miles per minute. Chris looked at you with a soft smile, the genuine kind that you’ve never seen on his face. You were used to his playful smirks or the sly grins, but never this… tender smile, and it made butterflies go crazy in your tummy.

"Well?" Chris questioned, desperation seeping into his tone now that he has laid his feelings bare. He felt naked, stripped down to nothing but the truth.

"Well-" You began, your words catching in your throat. "-I, I need time to think. This is too much to take in all at once and-and I need more time." You said, looking straight at him, your words slowly decreasing in both volume and fight the more you looked at him.

Chris nodded quickly, understanding how much this was to digest. "Yeah-yeah, of course, um, you can take all the time you need — I’ll wait for as long as you want." He stuttered out rapidly, fumbling over his words, and despite your inner turmoil, his nervousness amused you greatly.

You were unable to stop your lips from curling upwards with a small smile — which made him smile as well, his shoulders relaxing slightly as if he was relieved you were still smiling after all that has happened.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

It had already been three days since his confession and you’ve had plenty of time to think. It wasn’t like you actually needed time to think — you liked him too. Therefore, you came to the conclusion that you should probably reciprocate his feelings before he got tired of waiting.

You felt on edge as you waited at the back of the school, yet again. Your fingers tapped impatiently inside your hoodie pocket as you waited for Chris to arrive.

A few minutes passed by and there was still no sign of Chris. You were starting to get anxious. Why isn’t he arriving? Is he ghosting you? Standing up? Is your friendship over?

Just as your thoughts got more and more dramatic, Chris arrived, a small smile on his face as he walked over to you in long confident strides. He stopped right in front of you, leaving a comfortable space between the two of you, his hands in his pockets.

"What did you wanna talk about?" Chris asked, tilting his head slightly to the side, his eyes darting down to your lips before taking them back up your face and to your eyes. You felt your words die in your throat and everything you wanted to say felt like a jumbled mess of letters.

"Well, I-um, I wanted to talk about-" "My confession?" He continued for you, knowing exactly what you wanted to talk about, and you nodded before speaking again. "Yeah, that… and um, I’ve thought about it for a while now and I think I like you too- no, I mean I like you and not that I think I like you, I really do like you and-" You rambled, stumbling over your words.

"Hey-hey, I got you, relax." Chris chuckled, his hands slipping out of his pockets to reach towards your arms before sliding them down and gently holding your hands in his, interlacing your fingers together. "You like me, huh?" His eyes searched yours, wanting assurance.

"Yeah, I like you — a lot." You confirmed, louder this time. Chris’ smile widened, a warm feeling spreading through his chest at your confession. "Fuck, you don’t know how long I waited to hear that." He pulled you into a tight hug, mumbling a soft ‘I love you’.

"I love you too, Chris." You murmured, melting into his hug as your arms wrapped around his torso. Your words made him smile widely against your hair, his face burying itself in your neck as he breathed in your scent.

𓆩♡𓆪

Things escalated rather quickly.

One moment you were walking home with him all giggly and the next he was hovering over you on your bed, kissing down your half-naked body.

Chris’ hands deftly worked to unclasp your bra, taking it off in one swift motion before leaning down to hover right above the swell of your breast. "Can I?" He asked, wanting you to feel comfortable with everything, ignoring the ache in his pants.

You nodded your head, mumbling a quiet "go ahead" and Chris closed the distance between your hardened nipple and his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it before his tongue flicked out to swirl around the sensitive nub, making your back arch slightly — pushing your chest more into his face.

Spurred on by your soft noises and silent plea for more, he wrapped his lips around your nipple and suckled gently on it, his hand kneading your other breast and tweaking your nipple between his fingers.

Chris released your nipple with a soft pop and gave the other one the same attention before his lips trailed kisses down the valley of your breasts and to your stomach, occasionally grazing his teeth against your skin and eliciting soft gasps from you.

In a matter of seconds his lips were grazing the waistband of your underwear, "Can I take this off?" He asked, lifting his head a bit to look at you and a smirk creeped onto his face when you nodded your head yes. His head dove back down and – to your surprise – he bit the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled it down with his teeth, his hands lifting your hips to make it easier to pull it down.

He rose up slightly after your panties were down around your thighs and took it off with his hands instead, discarding it somewhere on your bedroom floor before he leaned down again. This time, he peppered kisses all over your stomach and pelvis — purposely leaving kisses close to your cunt but not directly where you need him the most.

A needy sound escaped you involuntarily, your fingers carding through his hair all while pushing his head down slightly, and he finally complied, leaving a soft kiss on your glistening folds.

Chris flattened his tongue and licked a stripe up your slit, collecting your arousal on his tongue before parting your folds with his fingers. His tongue flicked out to lick your clit, eliciting a soft moan from your, your hips bucking slightly involuntarily.

Seeing your pleasure, he gripped your hips tightly and pulled you more into his face, eating you out with a wild abandon. His tongue flicked your sensitive bundle of nerves quickly before wrapping his lips around it to suck hard on it, making you cry out in pleasure, your hands fisting in his hair and hips rolling slightly.

"Chris–oh!" Your back arched slightly when he pushed two long fingers in your sopping pussy, curling them just right to rub against that spongy spot inside you. "Sh-shit—just-just like that, feels s-so good baby–mmh-ah–s’good." Your moans spurred him on, a low groan vibrating against your folds.

Chris’ mouth worked overtime to get you over the edge, he wanted you to cum on his tongue, he wanted to taste you.

"C’mon, give it to me baby, fuckin’ cum on my face." Chris urged, doubling his efforts. His fingers fucked your cunt, curling upwards and rubbing hard on that spot that made your eyes roll back while he flicked your clit rapidly with his tongue, keeping his mouth solely focused on your clit.

You tensed up, a drawn out moan falling from your gaped mouth as you orgasmed, your hips bucking against his face as you rode out your intense orgasm.

"Good girl." He cooed as you came, his voice husky with barely restrained desire. "You look sooo pretty when you come baby." His hands gently caressed your inner thighs, slowly circling your clit with the tip of his tongue to prolong your high.

Despite just having made you climax, he wasn’t satisfied yet. He wanted more, he wanted you to feel more pleasure and he wanted to taste you again. Hence, he wrapped his lips around your clit again, giving it gentle suckles as his fingers prodded at your entrance.

He was addicted to your taste; your everything.

𓆩♡𓆪

You were on your fourth orgasm already, your body trembling with aftershocks, and Chris finally relented, kissing back up your body before lavishing attention on your tits again. He was rock hard and straining against his jeans, but he wanted you to feel good first.

He wanted to please you — his pretty girl.

𓆩♡𓆪

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[chrissturnsfav]

omg i just thought about something

can you write about how rapper!chris and star are arguing over something reallyy stupid and none of them wanna apologize first, but chris can't sleep properly if they're angry at each other so he tries to talk with her before going to bed😔😔

they’re just so sweet and i need some angst 💔

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris and singer!reader refuse to go to bed angry

you don’t even remember how it started. something about work. or maybe it was the aux cord in the car. it was dumb as fuck, you know that, but now you're both too deep into this silent battle of egos to back down.

chris is across the room, scrolling on his phone, sprawled out in a manspread on the couch. you're on his bed, curled up in his hoodie that still smells like his cologne, arms crossed, jaw tight.

the sleepover routine hasn’t changed—you're here, he's here—but the vibe is off. and you hate when the vibe is off.

he exhales loud as hell, like he wants you to notice. you pretend you don't, but then he does it again. dramatic dick.

"yo, you really gonna sleep mad at me?" his voice is all low and smooth, but there’s that little whiny edge to it, kinda like he's suffering. good.

you don't answer. you hear him toss his phone onto the nightstand with way too much force.

"nah, fuck that," he mutters, then suddenly, the king size bed dips as he flops down next to you, shaking the whole mattress. you don't move.

he sighs and shifts. then a finger pokes your arm. once. twice. three times.

"quit actin' like you sleepin'. i know you ain't asleep, ma."

you swat his hand away, but he just laughs. you can hear the smirk on his lips.

"so we really beefin' over some dumb shit?"

"you started it," you mumble quietly, your heart speeding up. you hate arguing with chris, yet you're so stubborn.

"you kept it goin'," he shoots back, rolling onto his side to face you. "and now we both look dumb as shit."

you hate when he makes sense.

he shifts closer, nudging your shoulder with his. "look, i know you’re probably sittin' here thinkin' all hard, stressin' yourself out over some shit that don’t even matter."

you glare at him. "i am not."

"you are," he says, huffing with a roll of his eyes. "bet you already planned three different ways to apologize, blamed yourself for the whole argument, and decided i secretly wanna leave you. don’t lie."

you look away, huffing, realizing he's right once again.

he groans and throws an arm over his face. "baby, i love you, but you gotta stop doin' that shit."

his words hit something soft in your chest. you swallow.

"i just don't like to be wrong," you admit, voice small, chewing the inside of your cheek.

he peeks at you from under his arm, grinning. "well, if we're bein' real, we're both wrong. so now we can stop actin' stupid and go to sleep."

you hesitate, shooting him a bratty glare, making him scoff out a chuckle.

"c'mooon," he coaxes, voice dipping into that playful, teasing tone that always makes you crack. "jus' say you sorry first. be the bigger person. show me how mature you are."

"you say it first," you whine, frowning like a small child.

"nah, ion do first," he says, flipping onto his back with a smirk. "i'm a rapper. got a reputation to uphold."

you roll your eyes, but he catches the way the corner of your mouth twitches. he sees his opening and goes straight for it.

next thing you know, he's rolling over, wrapping himself around you like a human blanket, his breath warm against your neck. "damn, you smell good," he mumbles. "all mad and cute and shit."

you groan. "chris—"

"shhh," he hums, tucking his face against your shoulder. "s'okay, i accept your apology."

"i didn't even apologize," you whine, frowning up at him as you squirm.

"you were thinkin' it, though. i could feel it. don't pull that stubborn shit, now."

you smack his arm, and he just laughs, holding you tighter. his warmth melts away the last bit of your stubbornness. fine. you did miss him.

"…whatever," you mumble, snuggling into his hoodie.

he presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek. "love you, kid," he mumbles against your skin.

you huff, giving in. "love you."

thank you for reading!! <3

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[suhtorus]

be my valentine?

fluff - parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ preschool teacher! nanami, lots of cuteness from our sunshines◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜happy jaehyun day and happy valentine's ♡ !

little sunshines au

nanami's arts & crafts class quickly grew a buzz around the preschool once he broke the news to the children.

"we'll be making valentine's cards today."

their excited squeals and cheers immediately took over the classroom, his soft chuckle drowned by the kids' celebratory hollering.

"please pick the materials you need. we have colored paper, crayons, and stickers." he gestured to the basket full of supplies sitting on his desk. "if you need to use scissors, please ask for help."

first graders

"what's a valentine?"

the youngest zenin stood on her tiptoes as she tried to catch a look at nanami's desk, the bright pink colored paper drawing her in.

"a valentine is your... sweetheart." was the best explanation he could come up with (for a two-year-old, of course).

"sweet-hart?" she repeated, tilting her head slightly at the familiar word. she had heard it before, especially when her parents were in a good mood!

her little fingers wiggled in hopes of catching the end of the sheet of paper until nanami finally noticed and brought the basket down to her eye level.

"thank you!"

he began to hand out the material, the kids immediately claiming a spot on the floor and decorating their cards. everyone seemed too focused on their tasks, especially the youngest gojo son, as he furiously dragged the crayon back and forth against the piece of paper.

nanami decided to make small talk, not knowing the chaos it'd follow.

"who are you asking to be your valentine?"

"my mama." "mommy!"

"daddy!"

nanami watched the look of indignation in the youngest zenin's face as every kid mentioned their moms instead of dads, her little fingers gripping the crayon.

"why not daddy?" she frowned at the itadori twins since they sat directly in front of her.

the gojo kid stayed silent, clutching the card close to his chest as if protecting it while his eyes switched from the angry toddler to the twins.

"scary." mumbled the girl while her twin brother shrugged, not really having a reason.

second graders

yuuji had his hands full with several sheets of paper and crayons. "one for cho... one for mommy, one for daddy... one for babies–"

"that's a lot." the eldest gojo pointed out, looking at megumi, who immediately nodded his head, agreeing with him.

"that's alright." nanami quickly interrupted before things escalated, patting the gojo kid's back and guiding him back to his seat, and little yuuji frowning as he too walked away. "we can have more than one valentine."

"that's cheating." megumi's tone was nonchalant, but it was enough to ruffle yuuji's feathers.

"no, it's not."

"is."

"no!"

"is!"

yuuji spent the rest of the class hiccuping and wiping his red-rimmed eyes as he sat on nanami's lap, the exhausted teacher helping him with his multiple valentine's cards.

third graders

"she can't read yet, but I'll write a letter to my baby sister!" tsumiki stated proudly, picking a handful of pink stationary to make a card for her sister.

the geto twins instantly cooed at the thought.

"awhhh!" "we should do that for our baby brother!"

happy to encourage such gesture, the eldest zenin joined mimiko and nanako as they brainstormed ideas and shared their colors with her.

for once, nanami allowed himself to relax as the girls gushed about their younger siblings, glad that things finally went smoothly.

GOJO FAMILY

"no."

your sons stare at their dad with their blue eyes wide open. your two-year-old's eyes immediately fill with tears, and you smack your husband's arm, ignoring his childish whine.

"of course I'll be your valentine, baby!" you coo and lift the toddler in your arms, his limbs wrapping around you as he fights with all his might to hold back his sniffles. "i love you."

"love you too, mama."

"and you too!" you quickly add and side hug your eldest. "i love you both so, so much. papa was joking."

"it's just you and me, huh?" satoru pouts at the baby before munching on her soft cheek. however, your baby girl starts to fuss and makes grabby hands at you, fed up with her dad's attention. "not you too!"

ZENIN FAMILY

"daddy... for you."

you have never seen your little girl acting this shy, especially around toji. her hands offer the pink letter to her dad, his usual smug grin gone and replaced by a soft smile.

"c'mere, princess." he sits her on his legs as he opens the envelope, the bright pink paper decorated with colorful stickers. his chest feels tight once he's met with the cutest pink hearts and smiley faces doodled all over. "baby, you made this?"

"yeah."

he makes a mental note to order flower arrangements for his girls, but especially a pink bouquet for his little princess.

ITADORI FAMILY

your babies rush to you with their letters in their hands, clutched tightly in those tiny fingers and nanami right behind them.

sukuna catches sight of his daughter waving goodbye at her teacher, a pink envelope in his hand that looks identical to the one she's handing out to you.

he swears her little crush on the blond man is getting out of hand. so, naturally, he's about to walk up to nanami and have a word with him when his daughter's voice stops him.

"daddy?" her tone is soft, calling for his attention while her chubby little arm is stretched out, offering a heart-shaped lollipop at him.

"for me?" he can't hide his surprise, and when she nods, he lifts her up in his arms with a pleased grin. "thank you, my princess."

suddenly, all is well.

GETO FAMILY

"he can't even read."

"suguru."

"it's an adorable gesture!" he tries to defend himself, crossing his arms over his chest while shrugging, giving the fakest sorry look you've ever seen. "but I would've appreciated the gesture more than a baby who isn't even self-aware."

another sigh from you. the twins look slightly guilty, fearing that they've hurt their dad's feelings.

the sight makes you scowl at your husband who, once again, acts innocent.

"just saying!"

[omkookie]

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Amazon position, orgasm denial, Size difference, Unprotected sex with Armisael. Femdom

Armisael was sitting between your legs. His wide pink eyes looked up at you with interest, meanwhile his legs laid spread on top of yours. Your fist wrapped around his pale cock, fingers slowly rubbing it up and down to build his excitement up. Despite usually being aggressive, Armisael relented and let you touch him. He didn’t protest much as you hiked his holy robes up and got to jacking him off, dragging your hand up and down his erect cock to stroke him. “Just because…”

He started speaking, before inhaling a sharp breath, his chest heaving slightly as he tried to sound threatening. “I'm letting you do this- it doesn't mean I won't cut you into pieces later…. Descendant of Solomon” despite his angry little threats, Armisael's hips twitched, his legs’ muscles shaking slightly as the knot in his abdomen tightens, threatening to come loose.

“....hnn…” he whimpers, his curly blonde hair rubbing against your chest as you hold him, Your arms wrapped securely around him. The shorter angel had an attitude problem and tried to come off as though, but he was still so cute and small, you couldn't stop yourself from edging him at least once today.

You let go of his cock, watching as it twitched and his hips thrust into the empty air.

“Why'd you stop?” Armisael whined again as he turned his head to look up at you, clearly annoyed at the loss of his ejaculation. “I forgot this,” You say before gently pushing him off of you, picking up a roll of pink ribbon which you had in your bag. You tied ribbons and bows around so many presents today, it was time you tied one around your own present.

Armisael looked confused, his cute lips pursing into a frown as he observed you. “What are you going to do with that?” He asked, internally cursing at the loss of contact.

You brought the ribbon in your hand up to his neck, wrapping it around to create a neat bow, and then cut it at the end. Armisael shot you a puzzled look, his face screaming ‘seriously’ as you tied a bow around his neck. “What's that for?...” He asks, seemingly trying to wrap his mind around why you'd do something as useless as tie a ribbon around him. You looked pretty nonchalant, tilting your head adorably as you flicked the ribbon on the bow, “It's just cute. Now you're like a cute little present with the bow.”

“That's dumb…”

Placing your palm onto his chest, you pushed him onto his back before gently grabbing his ankles, “Hey! Descendant of Solomon-” he protested while trying to pull his legs away and sit back up, but you yanked him forward and then pressed his knees to his chest. Letting go of his left ankle, you positioned his cock at your wet entrance before slowly sliding it into your pussy. Armisael gasped, trying to bite back a moan as his legs quivered. For a moment, his mind wondered if the chain of judgment would appear to drag him into a dimensional rift for his sin, but nothing happened as you raised your hips and then lowered them again. No one was going to punish him for this? Was he in the clear? Probably.

Another moment passed, and you were practically bouncing on him- gripping his ankles while sliding his cock in and nearly out. It made him squirm and throw his head back in ecstacy, “Descendant– of Solomon-” He struggled to form a coherent sentence, his cock throbbing as you consistently thrust it into you. Your pussy was squeezing him dry, and he could feel his cock twitch and pulse with every thrust.

“Armisael, Are you still calling me that? Do I need to gag you with some ribbon?” Rasping out, you let out a small sigh as you sped up the pace. The short angel under you still had it in him to call you Solomon's descendant, despite how you had him shaking under you.

“Sorry…MC…MC…MC-” Armisael's shaky voice repeats your name like a mantra as he feels the knot in his stomach form again. Slamming your hips down against his pelvis, you were getting rougher with your actions, almost making the little angel scream.

“O-h Oh-” Armisael's voice cracked, coming out in strangled moans as you continued your rough pace. “MC…ah- that's…I'm gonna...”

“Aww…is my pretty angel going to cum already?” Still thrusting yourself onto his poor twitching cock, your voice sounded somewhat mocking as you asked him that.

“You- If you stop again I'll cut you into pieces with my chainsaw!”

“Hmm…if you threaten me like that I'll stop and you won't cum again either…”

“I said I'll cut- AHH…f-fuck…”

Throwing his head back, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull as the knot in his abdomen came undone, his whole body going limp as you milked his cock dry. Still continuing to ride him through his ejaculation, you paid Armisael no mind as you let go of his ankle and rubbed your aching clit.

Your fucked silly angel looked adorable under you, and his face made you want to cum right on it.

What a great valentine's day~! ‹3

This is a fic for the V-Day Collab! ❤️

[wanderingblindly]

October Birds from Oscar's POV for the celebratory prompt fills if you're up for it 🥰

Congrats on hitting your blog milestones!!!

Hello lovely!!! I saw that you specified a cute scene, so I went with something... kind of cute? Cute in the sense that we get to see Oscar Thinking About Lando :) This is the "you've got grease on your nose" scene from chapter 4, aka the resolution from Lando running away in chapter 3. Hope u enjoy!!! Celebratory prompt list here!

October Birds Ch 4: Oscar's Version

He tries not to regret it.

If he looks at it objectively, there's nothing to regret. Lando's an adult, he can't force him to say anything he doesn't want to – there's not some looming threat between them, extortion. There's an imbalance, maybe, in the sense that Lando has nowhere to go and Oscar has nothing to lose, but there's not much to be done about that.

And he would never hold that over Lando, the fact that they're living in his home.

But still, he has to try to keep the ugly feelings down: the second guessing, the nagging belief that maybe he'd finally stepped on a floorboard too far past squeaking – that it snapped under his curious weight. He ignores the fear that maybe Lando won't open back up to him one of these days, and that would have to be fine.

It's not like he could have him forever, anyways.

As he goes through his routine – the parts familiar in his hands, easy enough to let his mind wander – Oscar drifts back to the night before.

To the way Lando spat their silly New Year's resolution back at him, filled with teeth but lacking venom.

He didn't really want to hurt Oscar, not really. He could see it in his eyes – so endlessly expressive, crystal clear looking glass leading to his heart; Lando was scared. Terrified. He was cowering like he could sense an impending storm, rolling dark and heavy over the horizon.

But Lando wasn't afraid of him.

And yet he lashed out, like the thing he was truly afraid of wasn't there to bear the brunt.

Oscar hums to himself as he turns it over in his mind, thoughts drifting aimlessly to the way Lando sucked on his lower lip as he tried to regain control of himself, how the thin skin around his eyes went pink when he cries angry, frustrated tears.

He's like stained glass in all of his colors, the broken pieces slotted together. In the way he glows in the sun, refracting rays from its journey east to west.

Oscar snaps back to attention as something shakes in front of him – eyes immediately registering Feast's pastry box. And on the other end of it, looking at him with an outstretched hand – distanced – is Lando.

His chest relaxes, having grown unexpectedly tight.

Lando looks like a kid before him, pouting a little – something put-on. Oscar would reckon he's nervous, maybe something more. Something he hasn't earned the right to know yet.

"Bad time?" Lando asks, voice a step too high, like he's trying to come off as relaxed.

Oscar smiles at him, smiles a bit more when Lando's shoulders ease. "For pastries?"

"And me."

It's unexpectedly honest. "And you."

He throws the ball back in his court anyways, not sure where they stand – what Lando needs from him. Maybe what he needs from Lando. There's a pause, not that Oscar minds; he could stare at Lando forever, something about his face – his micro-expressions, eyes constantly shifting – that's endlessly fascinating.

"Is that a yes?"

"Never a bad time." For you, Oscar bites his tongue. It's selfish to add, selfish to put that sort of expectation on Lando – someone who's heart already seem to bear the weight of something Oscar may never truly know.

Lando looks at his face more closely, and Oscar knows he can see him flush. He's long-since accepted it. "You've got a bit of, um. On your nose, you –"

"Here?" Oscar's heart sings when Lando rolls his eyes, scoffing at his antics; it's relief, relief and something a bit more selfish, a bit closer to his ribs. He continues spreading the grease around his nose, "C'mon, Lando. Where? Here?"

"You're like a frickin' kid, mate."

Lando's never touched him first.

He wonders if it would mean anything if he did.

He'd like it to, maybe. If he lets himself stand true to their resolution, honesty.

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

# Luv Ya (Yandere! Cupid! Cater x Uninterested! Reader)

I'm a mess and Cater's B-Day Month is still here, and I will finish this unlike a certain other person I wished to make a birthday post for (Jamil- who said that?). Feel like this guy would be a pretty good cupid peppy and bright but numb a pessimistic to the idea of love. Until he met someone equally as uninterested (the arrow doesn't work). Also, now that I think about Asmo might also benefit from being written this holiday (no promises). Also, readers romantic and sexual preferences are unknown so the mc can be aroace, just know that Cater is too delulu to take no for an answer.

TW: delusion, forced touch and kiss, cursing, mentions of murder, kidnapping, and drugging

@ceruleancattail Love your work and decided to give you a valentine's gift.

February the month of Valentine's Day, a celebration of red and pink that is so gramable (in Cater's opinion). Where the winged man shoots people to make happy (forced) couples who share their devotion by buying cheap objects that will be left to collect dust.

This Valentine's Cater couldn't find it in himself to pretend to be jolly as usual, after all February sucks. His birthday and Valentine's Day were both in the month and yet Cater was bitter about it. His short red-headed boss was really serious about filling quotas, and he couldn't catch a break. Not to mention his job.

His whole job was to find other people their other half, don't get Cater twisted his job was #adorbs. Yet seeing everyone else with their soulmates made the ginger feel...empty. He'd never have a perfect romance that was gramable and that led to some unsavory habits (drinking and eating a crap tone of savory items).

Cater snaps back into focus as he had zoned off scrolling through the happy couples he'd set up. How cute x and y were getting married, he could fell his grip on his phone get tighter. Get a grip today's target was right there. Sure, enough there they were, a very bitter and angry looking person in a suit. They would look totes cute if they slept more as they downed what seems to be their third coffee this morning (not that Cater was counting). How on Earth was Cater going to find this sourpuss a soulmate. Riddle really did enjoy torturing him huh? He said he was sorry about the glitter prank (he did it for the views).

Yes, these tired (e/c) held no whimsy or hope the season brought. They stare at a couple nearby and scoff returning to their laptop. Hmm what was that? Caters eyes flicked back and forth like an amused cat, a mischievous grin on his face. Another poor bastard just as miserable as him, kinda made him feel better about himself. I mean they didn't even bother hiding your sorrow and mean streak (which was oddly refreshing). Who would be dumb enough to even try romancing someone as unlovable as them.

"Yikes I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that." Ah there it was, the clumsy moron that just spilled coffee all over their laptop, poor soul. Cater saw the barely suppressed anger as their shoulders shook. He could see it now; he shoots them with these arrows and their cold exterior melts at how genuine and "charming" (stupid) the other person was. The clutz wasn't too bad looking either, doe eyes, silky hair, a warm smile with perfect white teeth. You two were perfect for each other. Cater felt his eye twitch as he sighed pulling out his pink crossbow, invisible to the human eye.

Setting up the shot on the clumsy idiot and the asshole who was blowing steam out of their ears. Steady and thwp. Got the moron who looked starstruck at their ugly frown. Thwp. Dead in their heart, which causes the grouch to grasp their chest eyes wide. The duo stare at each other as Cater boredly returns to his latte. He knew that the two of you would lock eyes and-

SMACK

Cater almost chokes on his latte when he hears that resounding noise. Looking up he sees a very heart broken ditz and a pissed of businessperson. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?! Thanks to you I have to redo my presentation at the office!" You storm off in a huff, not caring at the sudden silence in the cafe. A barista came to calm the crying heartbroken mess sobbing on the floor. Cater didn't care about that, no, no, Cater was too focused on how you were supposedly immune to his love arrows. The cupid leaves money on the table before chasing after the enigma.

How fun!

It was almost sad seeing you live your life to Cater. Your name (Y/N), a name that Cater thinks suits you perfectly. You had no friends since you moved to the city for work, due to the amount of work pushed onto you by your manager (lazy bastard). You had a mutt with scraggly black fur you lovingly named Ash. Your interactions with Ash were the only time Cater ever saw you smile or laugh. It was more pleasant than Cater wanted to admit.

Cater was currently observing (stalking) you as you shop in your local grocery store giggling as your eyes widened at the price of eggs (inflation is a bitch). However, Cater wasn't so caught in his observations that he noticed you staring back behind your shoulder every once in a while. Strange, mortals aren't supposed to see him unless he reveals himself. There's no way you are that much of an anomaly (Y/N), unless this means something. Perhaps you two are destined to meet.

No Cater don't get your hopes up remember what happened the last time you yearned for more. Sighing Cater follows you a little less cheerfully as you pay for your things and leave. As you walk Cater sighs wistfully too caught up in his own misery to notice you getting more frustrated. "Oh my god, would you stop sighing you're more annoying sad than happy."

Cater stops in his tracks as you swiftly turned to face the floating cupid dressing in silver, red, and pink. His green siren eyes blew wide at the knowledge that you could in fact see him. "You-you can see me?" You raise an eyebrow nodding as you back away, leaving the slack jawed cupid staring at you dumbly. "Yeah, you've been a real class-A creep following me everywhere. If you're some ghost, piss off I didn't do shit to be haunted." Cater remains slack jawed.

"Heh. HEhehe. HAHAHAHAHA!" Cater begins laughing raucously causing (Y/N) ever the sensible person to get the shit out of there. Unfortunately for you, Cater was winged and much faster than a human carrying groceries. "OMG you really are too cute! How the heck did you get so smart?" Two pale slender hands grabbed your (s/t) cheeks and squished your face. You freeze as you stare at the man in front of you with confusion and fear. Why did you look scared?

"Pwese stawp!" You beg the cupid causing Cater to drop you from your partially floating state. You drop down and spill your groceries. God damn it the eggs broke. Cater blanches as you turn to him and begin shaking before sighing. "Just leave me alone, I don't need any more issues with my life." Defeatedly, you walk away from a confused Cater. Wait where were you going? You were abandoning Cay-Cay after he realized that you could actually see and touch him. Like hell you would.

Furiously, flapping his sunset-colored wings Cater chased after your solemn form and pled for you to see the light. You see him, you aren't affected by his love arrows, this means you two are going to be best friends forever. Pleading with you miserably until you slam the door in his face. Well, that could have gone better, thanks Cater. Cater thinks negative thoughts as he sleeps on your welcome mat curled up like an abandoned cat.

Cater was up when he heard you wake, sensitive hearing had its perks. Maybe you'd forgiven him for whatever he had done wrong (which he thinks was nothing). All the sudden Cater gets a burst of energy without the need of his beloved coffee. Wait does his breath smell? OMG he'd die if he looked bad or imperfect in front of his new friend.

Friend...no Trey is a friend and his feelings for Trey are different than his feelings for you. Trey is a good solid support system (not that he'll ever use it). Trey isn't smart, or witty, or charming or have gorgeous (e/c) eyes and handsome features like (face shape).

Oh no

He's defs crushing and very soon too

Sure, he's had crushes before (a certain incubus actor *wink wonk*) but you were so...real. Perhaps crush wasn't the right word, hmm admiration yeah! Your ever so charming (exhausted) face appeared in the door frame as you look at the standing cupid with a mixture of confusion and disgust.

"You waited here all night?"

"Yep, you're not getting rid of ole' Cay Cay so easily!"

"Fine come with me."

You were oh so gracious with poor Cater for someone so snappy, you took him in like he was a feral cat. After he explained that he was a cupid and was charged with finding you a partner, you scoff. Why is the concept of romance so hated by someone with so much potential?

"Just never been interested." You surely must be lying. "Not even a little crush on some cutie from your school days?" You look physically repulsed as he says this. "Ugh no everyone knows kids are ugly and I wanted to leave more than anything." Cater deflates you really are giving him nothing right now. Cater hears a growl coming from beneath him, of course Ash was here. Ash still hated the ginger cupid and the feeling was mutual.

Cater pouted and clung to you as he was apt to do, he decided to use the old Cater charm and beg you to give him a chance and find someone for you. You refused but when he offered to pay for your lunch you immediately put on shoes. "Just so you know I'm not interested in the dating; in fact, I'm probably just going to make friends." Sure, you aren't, maybe that love arrow thing was a fluke and he can find someone for you.

Then he can stop feeling so weird.

The day was surprisingly nice for how terrible February's weather can be. The pavement of the street wet with the morning drizzle a couples walked hand in hand and children begged their parents to go into every chocolate shop. Cater had forgotten how it felt to just walk around as a normal person as he was now visible in his human form.

You were dressed in casual clothes that clashed with his stylish outfit fitting his personality (out of the suit he originally wore). You did look pretty damn cute being so comfortable and carefree, you wouldn't mind if he slipped a quick pic. Sliding his phone out sneakily Cater attempts to take a photo before your hand comes up and blocks the frame.

"No pictures." Aw come on you two were so cute together and it's not often he's seen you out of that god awful suit. Seriously you should let him come shopping with you, he'd make you look totes adorb. A bright flush covers his pale cheeks as he daydreams what you would look like in a matching outfit with himself.

"So how are you planning on getting me a lover?" Oh right, he did say he would. Cater's plush pink lips pulled into a frown. Well might as well try your best Cater, after all they said they wouldn't fall in love. Cater could feel insecurity and anger at his own plan creep up his spine. Ignore it Cater you don't want to have your heart break.

But what if it didn't have to?

Cater grins mischievously to himself, he was in charge of finding you a soulmate, so what if it just so happened to be him?

You get Cater's attention by waving your hand in front of his dazed expression. Cater smiles gently at your confused face. "Sorry babe, just was thinking about this really gramable lunch spot. You in?"

You roll your eyes and let Cater take your hand, it wasn't very soft. However, its rough texture felt very nice against his own silky skin. Pulling you along and humming Cater seemed to float across the pavement as you struggle to keep up his pace.

Cater thoroughly enjoyed himself at lunch, taking in your presence, feeding you (attempting to), and of course: photos. So many photos. Cater kept clicking that camera button on his phone until you were forced to awkwardly smile and pose with the impish cherub.

Gods you're so cute! This is so #fab and he means it. You even seemed to start enjoying yourself too. Cater could scream he was so happy, he was in love!

That felt great to say love what a wonderful feeling. He loved you when you went clothes shopping, he loved you in that cute matching pink cardigan, he loved when you both took photos in the cheesy mall photo booth. Most of all he loved how there was finally a genuine smile on your face. Directed at him. At only him. He could burst with his emotions as he got you two some smoothies. Floating on cloud nine, Cater hummed cheerfully. This was it, you were the one.

Until you ripped his heart out.

The smoothies fell onto the floor painting it red like the fruit in it. Huh, his chest really hurts. Cater stares in horror at the girl beside you chattering away. Who the fuck was she? Shamelessly flirting with you and you seemed to encourage it. That whore! Cater began shaking as tears pooled in the corners of his eyes out of despair and hatred.

He thought you two clicked, that you two were fated, destiny bound to each other. Maybe this was a mistake.

No! That girl needs to go, she was interfering with destiny. You must be feeling so awkward right now. You poor thing! No worries, Cay Cay will make it all better, he'd just need to get rid of that blonde nuisance. Yes, that's what he'll do. A dark look crosses the cupid's emerald eyes as he pulls out an actual arrow. All Cater had to do was wait for the right moment to strike.

Shaking, Cater approaches you eyes slightly watery from before. Precious you looked worried for him, that's right him. This woman will never have what the two of you have. She'll not even have her own life after he was done with her. Sweetly Cater tugs on your arms pouting about how late it was getting and how tired he was. You roll your eyes and scoff about Cater being "a brat", yet you still amuse his request.

The blond bimbo looked upset and pulled out a pen, Cater needed to end this before she gave you, her number. An icy look of pure hatred accompanied with a flash of foxlike grin froze the woman in place. She stared at the ginger in terror before escaping in fright. Good. You were only his. He turns to grin affectionately at you, but you glare at him. "What was that?" Ah, you must have seen his expression but how could he not be mad when lovely you is on the line.

"What was what? Can't we go home, I'm tireeed." Cater whines to gain your sympathy but your warmth seemed to have disappeared. "Cater, I appreciate that you are looking out for me, but I don't think I need you to find me a soulmate anymore." Finally, you understand that he was your soulmate the whole time. Giggling Cater smiles with a soft blush on his fair cheeks.

"I couldn't agree more, and I would be more than happy to be your beloved!" Cater squeals as you look like the cupid slapped you in the face. (h/c) brows furrow with frustration as you sigh. "No Cater, I'm not interested in you. I would've given the girl a chance, but you've been acting weirdly possessive all day. " What?

Caters diamond heart seems to have shattered for a second time, why would you saw such an awful thing. Pleading with you Cater feeling his face get hot with shame. Ah, he's crying again, in front of you. How much more pathetic could he get? Seeing his tears you soften a bit putting a loving hand on his shoulder. "Hey, don't be upset, you actually helped me get out of my shell. We can stay friends if you're allowed to." The warmth of your hand triggered an instinct to covet like never before.

Cater kisses you on your slightly chapped yet smooth lips, he almost moaned simply from being so close to someone. Not just someone you, his soulmate, his love for the rest of his immortal life. Going to deepen the kiss, Cater yelps as pain blooms from his lips.

Red. Cater's lips are stained red from the blood you drew by biting him. You looked so angry and afraid. "What the fuck Cater? I literally told you I don't like you." You back away fist clenched ready to swing but Cater was beyond reasoning as he had tasted the apple and doesn't wish to go back.

"Aww you don't mean that honey bun, you're just nervous that's all." Cater stalks forward as you step back backing up to the ledge of the second floor in the mall you were in. "Back up, I'm not joking." You were totes cute when you thought you could threaten him, he can't wait to press kisses all over your face at home. His home in the clouds of course and not your drab little apartment.

As he reaches you and leans in he is socked in the face.

Cater smiles dreamily as the two of you lay on his enormous bed, what used to be so lonely was now cozy. Cater caged your body gently into his arms while you sigh in bliss and nuzzle into his chest.

Cater chuckles at your new affectionate attitude, you came around after he gave you some Erotae potion or truth serum as he lovingly calls it. The cloying sweet smell of incense is in the air as he presses some kisses to your exposed neck (sorry my hajib friends, he's not playing around). You shiver with pleasure causing Cater to linger near the collarbone.

"Isn't this nice dear, much better than you fighting." You nod in a love drunk haze sloppily capturing his lips with your own. Oh, you tease you, he was more than happy to oblige.

Honestly didn't know how to end it but shit here you go

[ncity-agere]

Hi bunnie! I saw your Valentine’s Day post! I hope it’s not too late but I was thinking about how maybe the Enhypen members would think of their little who gives them hand made/drawn cards for Valentine’s Day.

Thank you! ❤️❤️

Of course it’s not too late! Happy Valentine’s Day, love! 💕

Heeseung: You waddle up to Heeseung, trying your hardest not to trip over your own little toes. You look up at your caregiver with big ol’ big eyes and blink at him wordlessly, handing him the construction paper with crayon scribbles.

“Ba! Ba!” You wave it at Heeseung and he smiles, holding his own hands out for the card.

You fidget nervously as he reads the card, admiring the colorful scribbles you put so much time into. You tug on his sleeve, getting more and more anxious about his reaction. “Ba?” You whimper from behind your pacifier.

Heeseung picks you up and sweeps you off your feet, holding you on his waist. “Did you make this for me, lovely?” A nod. He smiles and bounces you on his hip, giving you a small kiss in your nose. “It’s beautiful, lovely. Just like you.”

Jay: He can’t stop looking at the card. He thinks it’s adorable that you made him such a pretty card all by yourself but…

“Baby… who’s this angry looking guy next to you, right there in the blue?” He asked pointing at the drawing on the front page of the card. There were two stuck figures holding hands in a field of flowers surrounded by comically large hearts.

You beamed, pointing as well. “That’s me right there in the yellow and that’s you, Daddy!” You grin. Jay scoffs at the hilariously scowling face on his stickman but smiles anyways, kissing your cheek.

“I love it, baby. Your drawing is very cute, thank you.” He cups your cheek and you giggle bashfully, happy that your Daddy liked the card so much.

Jake: “For me?” He asks, taking the card and looking through it. It was cut in a heart shape, and had his name scrawled in large pink letters with dog ears coming out of the “a”. He thought it was very, very creative how much effort you put into it.

Then he feels disappointed because he forgot to get you a Valentine’s gift! He didn’t make one either, he feels so silly!

“Aw… I should have made you a card too, babygirl/babyboy. You’re my little artist, aren’t you dear?” He cupped your squishy little cheeks with his large hands, making your heart flutter. “I love you so, so much! I’ve gotta make it up to you… what’dya say we got get some ice cream, huh? Would you like that, babygirl/babyboy?”

Sunghoon: You don’t give Sunghoon a typical open-and-close card. Instead, you draw a picture of you and him out, walking by the river together with you in your favorite jumper. It’s your best work by far and you’re more than excited to show it off to your Papa.

Papa stares at it for a smile and cracks a small smile, but something about it feels off. You immediately sulk, shoulders slumping in disappointment, wishing that your art could have been better.

But Sunghoon’s eyes widen and within seconds, he’s holding your face gently. “No, no! Wait, I’m sorry if I don’t seem expressive enough, love.” He starts to apologize, before you throw yourself into his arms. “It’s the most beautiful art I’ve ever- OOF!”

You think for a moment, pausing and nodding in understanding. Papa wasn’t upset, he just had a hard time expressing himself. And that’s okay, you’re just glad that he communicated and didn’t leave you feeling sad. “Is okay, Papa. I undewstand.” You hold him tight and he holds you back, careful not to crinkle your precious artwork. “I love you to the moon and back.” You babble, pulling away from your hug. “I won’ stop loving you until piggies fly.”

“And I won’t stop loving you until hell freezes over.” He waxes softly, making you giggle. It may sound blunt and dark to others but for you and Sunghoon, it’s just the right amount of reassuring and loving.

Sunoo: Sunoo would probably gasp dramatically and place a hand on his heart like “For me? All for me, pudding?” He’d pout and look over every little inch of the card, gasping at the little drawings of you and him. “Be my Valentine, bubba?” He reads out loud, smirking when your ears light up a faint red tone. He points at the lopsided pink hearts on the paper and sticks his tongue out in thought.

“Y’know… these would have been even cuter with a bit of glitter. But these will work, whatever.” He teases, pressing his forehead to you and nuzzling his nose with yours. “I’ll definitely be your Valentine. Thank you very much, pudding.”

Jungwon: You show him your super special, homemade card and smile wider at how his face lights up at the sight. He looks over it with wide kitten eyes and points at the parts he really, really likes, like the cats drawn in the corners and the hearts used to dot your “i”’s.

“I love the card, y/n. Your Valentine’s gift is actually in the-” He looks down the hallway and tugs away from the paper in both of your hands before freezing. He pouts and looks at you, still holding the card out to him. “Can you… can you help me peel the glitter glue off of my arm, petal? I think I’m stuck.” He chuckles sheepishly, pointing at where his jacket sticks to the paper.

You huff lightheartedly, unsurprised that Enhypen’s big, strong, brave leader needs the help of little ol’ you for a silly task… again.

Ni-ki: Okay, Riki is a little caught off guard when you hand him a handmade card with “Papa” scribbled on the front of it. There’s little candy hearts glued to the side like a frame and he’s gotta admit, it’s the cutest thing he’s seen in a while.

Riki looks shocked, hesitant to take the card and flip it open. Slowly, he opens it and gasps at the lovely little portrait you’ve drawn of the two of you. “You drew this? That’s amazing.” He marvels at your art skills, even in your headspace. “Nobody’s ever made me a card like this before, y/n. Papa loves it.” He holds the card close to his heart, feeling the way you melt it without even trying to.

[yochidayo]

Currently views on the LADS boys from a recently 7-day player!

Xavier: cute. also freaky. also cute. He was a veeeeeery close second before but now everytime i look at him I just got the feeling of pet pet pet pet pet pet. still second but not so close and is on a tie. I feel like I don't have a lot to talk you can be sure I have a lot of vibes about him. I cant explain my brain kinda melts.

Zayne: HA I hate this guy sm please someone handcuff him with me I'm jumping off a cliff (affectionate). Honestly when I just knew the 3 guys I just chose him bc I was like "I dont really like any of them so I will choose the green flag" and now everytime I can tease him i will. I'm usually with the typical mc on being reasonable and making smart decisions but something with this guy just makes me want to injure myself for laughs and giggles just to see his angry dad face. It awakes the feminine urge to be a menace. My main. Also I like healers bc losing health is food for my anxiety.

Rafayel: totally hated this guy UGH I swear I would throw a seagull on his head if I could but now we are besties :D. He's kinda needy which usually puts me off bc I like to be the needy one and I take my job very seriously i cant have other people in the job market (it's the menace genes again don't worry) so in a angle of a relationship it doesnt work but he's a great company nonetheless.

Sylus: when i initially started his story I was like eeeeeehhhh.... he's the one that will call me babygirl isn't 😔 and then he called me kitten and I was like SIR PLEASE THIS IS A MCDONALD'S. But after a time I got to really like him (+ i mentally adopted luke, kieran and mephisto, theres no going back). And then he calls kitten again and I feel like I need to throw a brick on his head. Which he's not going to get hit or will purposefully get hit which will make me even more mad. He's tied for second but everytime he calls me kitten he goes to the Caleb realm.

Caleb: I did NOT like him before he was "killed". I still don't like him. I usually swear as an affectionate joke but I hate him sm I swear everytime he appears I hate him sm. If he stays like this I don't think my thoughts will change, maybe they will soft overtime but they wont change in a way that i stop disliking him. If he betters himself he will need to work overtime. I just feel like in both the version of me that's ok on the head and the one that just wants to wreak havoc don't work with him.

[rizzmura]

under your skin; keep your distance

enemy!niki x fem!reader

warnings: strong language, intense emotional tension, heated arguments, enemies-to-lovers dynamic, angst, uncomfortable closeness, subtle flirtation, inner conflict, slight power imbalance, and heavy emotional vulnerability

w.c.: 2.6k

chapter two synopsis: the tension between you and niki continues to grow as your encounters become more frequent. every argument feels like a new war, each one leaving you more frustrated and confused. but as much as you try to fight it, every moment spent near him tugs at something inside you that you’re not prepared to confront. you’re not supposed to be attracted to him, and yet, his presence alone makes your heart race. why does he have this effect on you? and why can’t he just stay out of your life?

you shouldn’t have agreed to this.

that was the thought running through your mind as you found yourself standing beside niki, yet again, on another project you had no choice but to work with him on. the tension between you was almost unbearable. he always had that cocky look on his face, like he already knew everything about you—and maybe, in some twisted way, he did.

you had tried to keep your distance. really, you had. but with every passing day, every heated exchange, every time his eyes lingered on you for a fraction too long, that distance became harder and harder to maintain.

“i don’t get why i’m stuck working with you, niki,” you muttered, rifling through your papers, doing everything you could to ignore the smirk on his face.

“well, princess,” he drawled, leaning back against the table in the most irritatingly relaxed way, “it’s not like you had a choice. besides, someone’s gotta reign you in.” his grin widened, and you could hear the mockery in his voice.

“you think you can ‘reign me in’?” you shot back without thinking, your voice a little sharper than you meant it to be. you met his gaze briefly, and there it was—that look. it made your breath catch in your throat, as though he could see right through you, reading your thoughts.

“you’re too uptight,” he said, still leaning casually, his tone mocking. “a little loosening up wouldn’t kill you, doll.”

you could feel the heat rush to your face. he wasn’t wrong. you were always so wound up, always so on edge around him. but you hated him. you weren’t about to admit that it was the way he looked at you, the way his teasing touches made your heart race, that made you feel… anything but hatred.

“stop calling me that,” you said through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the way his proximity affected you. his presence was suffocating, but there was something else there, too. something you weren’t ready to face.

“what, princess?” he asked, stepping closer just enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. you flinched but refused to take a step back. “i don’t think you mind it as much as you say you do.”

“i said stop,” you repeated, more forcefully this time. “don’t push it.”

niki didn’t seem intimidated by your words. he never did. instead, his lips curled into that familiar smug grin.

“you’re cute when you’re angry, you know that?” he said with a chuckle, leaning even closer now, his breath warm against your ear.

you wanted to push him away, wanted to scream at him to leave you the hell alone. but all you could do was stand there, barely able to breathe, because every part of your body was screaming at you to just—not let him win.

you forced yourself to stay calm, even though your heart was hammering in your chest. “don’t touch me,” you muttered, a warning lacing your voice.

but niki didn’t listen. instead, he stepped even closer, his body almost touching yours. you could feel his presence in every part of your being, and it was so overwhelming that it made you dizzy.

“you really don’t like me, do you?” niki asked, his voice now low, almost serious.

you looked up at him, trying to steady your racing thoughts. “i don’t,” you said firmly, but even as you said the words, you knew they weren’t true.

he didn’t respond immediately. instead, his eyes locked with yours, that intense gaze making it impossible to look away. and in that moment, something shifted. the space between you seemed to narrow until you were both too close for comfort, too close for you to deny the undeniable pull that had always been there.

why was it always like this with him?

you knew that you hated him. you were supposed to hate him. he was arrogant, annoying, and constantly in your face. but deep down, there was something else—a tension you couldn’t ignore. it gnawed at you every time he walked into the room, every time he said something that made your blood boil.

and it made you angry. angry at yourself. angry at him.

“i don’t like you,” you said again, this time more firmly. but your voice trembled just enough that niki noticed.

“sure you don’t, princess.” he smiled again, this time not with mockery but something more playful, more knowing.

“i mean it,” you said, stepping back, trying to break the tension. “i can’t stand you, niki.”

he didn’t step back, though. he just tilted his head, studying you, his smirk never faltering. “you can’t fool me, doll. i can see it in your eyes. you like me.”

you froze. he was right, and the fact that he noticed it, that he could see it, made everything worse.

you wanted to scream at him to stop, to leave you alone, to stop playing with you like you were a game. but instead, you just stood there, your heart beating too fast and your breath caught in your throat.

“i don’t,” you whispered, but the denial felt hollow.

for a long moment, neither of you moved. it was like the world had paused. but then, without warning, niki leaned forward, his lips just brushing against your ear as he spoke.

“then why does your heart race every time i’m near you?” his voice was thick with teasing, but there was something else in it—a challenge.

your skin prickled as you pulled away slightly, refusing to look at him directly. “stop,” you muttered, but it wasn’t a command this time—it was a plea.

but niki wasn’t listening to you. he never did.

“you can pretend all you want, princess,” he said, his voice low, intense. “but i know. and so do you.”

you didn’t respond. you couldn’t.

your mind was spinning, trying to hold onto the anger, the frustration, the hate you had for him. but it was hard to hold onto anything when every time he was near, your body betrayed you, your thoughts betrayed you, and you hated him for making you feel so weak.

before you could even gather your thoughts, niki straightened up, putting some distance between you. but his eyes never left you.

“i don’t have time for this,” you finally said, turning back to your work, desperate to regain some semblance of control.

niki didn’t move. he just watched you for a moment longer, his smirk still present, and then he turned and left without another word.

and just like that, the room felt emptier—colder—even though you should have felt relieved. but you didn’t.

you felt… alone.

as soon as niki left the room, you let out a shaky breath, your chest tight. your hands, still hovering over the project in front of you, felt like they were trembling, though you couldn’t understand why. what was happening to you? why was he able to affect you so much?

you tried to shake the thoughts off, focusing back on the papers in front of you, but they all blurred together. the assignment, the work, everything suddenly felt insignificant. nothing mattered except the storm of emotions that niki had stirred up in you, emotions you weren’t ready to face.

the door creaked open again, and you stiffened, expecting to see niki standing there, smug as ever. but it wasn’t him. it was one of your roommates, junhee, who stepped inside, looking at you with a raised brow.

“everything okay in here?” she asked, glancing at the papers scattered across the desk.

you blinked, trying to clear your head. “yeah, just… got a lot on my mind,” you said, offering a tight smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

junhee gave you a knowing look but didn’t push. “right. you’ve been working with niki on that project, haven’t you?”

you nodded, the thought of him making your stomach twist. “yeah. it's been… a challenge.”

“that guy’s got a way of getting under people’s skin,” she said with a small laugh. “but don’t let him get to you. you’re better than that.”

you gave her a weak smile, but the words didn’t comfort you. “he’s just… ugh. i don’t know. he makes everything harder than it has to be.”

“he’s got a bit of an ego, huh?” junhee said, her tone light. she sat down beside you, picking up one of the papers from the desk and flipping through it absently. “well, you know what they say—sometimes people push your buttons because they like you.”

you turned to look at her, a scoff escaping your lips. “yeah, right. he’s the last person who’d like me.”

junhee chuckled softly. “you’d be surprised. anyway, don’t let him get in your head. focus on getting the work done. i’ll help if you need it.”

you were about to respond when the door opened again, and this time, niki’s figure filled the doorway. he was leaning against the frame, that all-too-familiar smirk plastered across his face.

“can i help with something?” you asked, your voice casual, but there was an edge to it.

you glanced at junhee, who was already looking between the two of you, clearly sensing the tension. she raised an eyebrow and stood up.

“well, i’m not getting in the middle of this,” junhee said, her tone amused. “you two figure it out. i’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”

with that, she left, leaving you and niki alone again. you could already feel the heat rising in your chest, but this time, you weren’t going to let him have the upper hand. you weren’t going to let him see you flustered.

“what do you want, niki?” you asked, your voice steady, though you could feel your heart thudding in your chest.

he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “just checking in to see if you need any help with the project,” he said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. “though, based on the looks of things, i think you’ve got it all under control.”

you narrowed your eyes. “i don’t need your help.”

niki didn’t seem phased by your sharp tone. instead, he moved closer, his presence impossible to ignore. “are you sure about that? because you look like you could use a little… guidance.”

“i don’t need you to guide me, niki,” you snapped. “and i don’t need you around making everything more complicated.”

he smirked, that damned smirk of his. “you know, princess, you really should learn to relax a little. you’re way too tense.”

you took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm brewing inside you. “you don’t get it, do you? i don’t want you here. i don’t want to work with you. i don’t want to be anywhere near you.”

his grin didn’t falter. “really? because it sure seems like you’re enjoying this little back-and-forth we’ve got going on.”

you looked up at him, catching his eyes for the briefest of moments. and there it was again. that undeniable pull, that tension that simmered just beneath the surface. you wanted to hate it. you wanted to hate him. but you couldn’t.

“i don’t like you,” you said, the words coming out more forcefully than you meant. “i don’t like the way you act, the way you talk to me, the way you—”

“then why does your heart race every time i’m near you, princess?” he cut in, his voice low, his gaze sharp.

your breath caught in your throat. you didn’t have an answer. not one that made sense. because deep down, you knew he was right. you could feel it—every time he was around, every time he spoke to you, your pulse quickened. and you hated it. you hated how easily he could make you feel this way.

“don’t… don’t say that,” you muttered, stepping back, trying to put some space between you.

but niki wasn’t done. he stepped closer again, his eyes never leaving yours. “you can lie to yourself all you want, but i know what’s going on here. you feel it too.”

“i don’t,” you whispered, but even you could hear the hesitation in your voice.

niki’s smirk softened, just a little, and he leaned in slightly. “you will, eventually, princess. whether you want to admit it or not.”

your mind raced, caught between your desire to push him away and the undeniable chemistry between you. you wanted to be angry, wanted to stay distant, but it was getting harder to ignore how his presence stirred something deep inside you.

he was right. and that made everything worse.

“stop calling me that,” you muttered, barely able to keep your composure.

niki raised an eyebrow, taking a slow step back. “why? you don’t mind it, not really.”

“i said stop,” you repeated, though the words felt empty, hollow.

niki just smiled. “sure thing, princess.” his voice was dripping with mockery, but there was something else in his eyes—something that hinted at understanding, or maybe just a little bit of vulnerability. and for a moment, it made you pause.

but then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving you standing there, heart racing, mind spinning, and once again, alone with your thoughts.

you couldn’t tell if it was relief or disappointment that flooded you, but one thing was certain—this project was far from over.

《》

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[colorfulwastelandvoid]

As we grow together…

In honor of Valentine’s Day (I thought it was yesterday lol) I want to quickly talk about MelJay that isn’t a rant.

MelJay oh MelJay, I believe that it is the classic Jaded x Idealist trope (my personal fav).

Jayce is the bright eyed idealist who sees the world in such bright and vivid colors that he is blinded to the more dark parts of it. He believes in magic and in the common man’s ability and desire to do good that he didn’t reckon with the more selfish part of humanity ( or whatever they call themselves in Runeterra) and what they would do with such power. The recklessness of blind ambition or the damage endless progress does to people or a society exemplified through him.

Mel on the other hand is a child of war and pilgrimage. She tells Jayce she knows war. While I dont think Ambessa made Mel pick up swords of fallen soldiers like Mel’s grandad did Ambessa, it is clear from the Mel’s motion that she knows death. She is banished from her family for her “soft spined idealism”. She is made unworthy for her compassion, her heart. She does try to prove that the fox can win out, that diplomacy can whether through violence but it is clear that this rejection weighs on her and she hasn’t really moved past it. She shuts herself off from most except Elora. Scared and angry, she constantly feels less than.

Then Mel and Jayce meet. Two people defined by their ambition. In the time skip it’s implied they shared little moments of yearning; stolen glances, little touches.

It’s quickly established that Mel is at the very least intrigued by Jayce and his ideals. It’s not until the night of the Opera show that we see how much Mel is inspired by Jayce.

“ The Medarda’s usually only take from the world. It’s not often we are in a position to give something back”

Jayce quickly retorts that he couldn’t have done any of it without her. They kiss and the relationship soon blossoms. Like in one of my other posts I believe that it’s in MelJays quieter moments that their relationship is the strongest. Jayce seeks Mel out whenever he is in moments of uncertainty. He truly believes in her and respects her. It’s where we get one of his famous lines in the series.

“ Nothing feels impossible when I’m with you”

We see this look of shock in her face that she quickly recovers from. We then get her saying one her famous lines of not facing things alone. It is clearly geared toward Jayce making sure Viktor isn’t alone in what they think are his final moments, but I also took it as her longing to belong in relation to her family.

Mel is constantly trying to protect Jayce and his Hextech dream not only because she loves him but because it’s a dream that she once had. It is through her relationship with Jayce that she starts to see the beauty and strength in the idealism she was once shunned for. Hextech is Jayce’s dream but he makes time for her. He is constantly reaffirming her and the best parts of her. Jayce grows as a more level headed man and as a leader who understands humility. The jaded becomes hopeful and the idealist becomes more realistic.

This is a personal theory of mine but I like to believe that the only person Jayce actually helped by using Hextech and being himself is Mel. I also do believe that Jayce falling in love with Mel is the only thing he may of had full autonomy over. That is so cute to me.

Ps “quick” my ass. Happy Valentine Day for real this time. This feels like a more in depth post of what I already said in previous, but I’m too lazy to scroll and check. Sorry if it is.

[habibisagi]

:(( ... isagi coming home from an away game lightly laughing and cooing "oh, is that so? aren't i petting the cutest little kitty in the world right now?" to me when i'm (fake) pissed at him (arms crossed and everything) for being away for too long (like. 3 days max) because he knows him petting my head still makes me lean into his touch, pout fading immediately because it always feels nice... and he's smiling bigger like "aww, look at your cute little kitty face. who's the cutest little kitty around here?" and his finger scratching my forehead so the angry crease fades too, poking my cheek... v_v

[iamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

A Valentine's Day with them

A Valentine's Day with some of my favorite characters

A Valentine's Day with Ryou is filled with running and hiding away from his fangirls who want a date with him after school, giggling all the while as you’re holding hands because it feels like a romance story where you guys are running away from everyone else in the world to pursue your secret love. Later it’s spent at a cute nerdy cafe where couples get a discount on their meals and a special monster world figurines of a couple meant to stay together forever. It ends with you gifting Ryou cream puffs you made for him for the special day and heading over to his apartment and playing a short specialized monster world campaign Ryou made for you as a Valentine's gift.

A Valentine's Day with Souya is filled with going to all the local ramen shops and benefiting from the Valentine’s discounts. But if you think that’s all it’s not! Souya stepping out of his comfort zone made you chocolates while you made him a cute stuffy for his bed that you’ll see later on in the future when you guys move in together (“You still have that old thing? Of course I do, it’s something you made for me and gave to me for Valentine’s day!”). It ends with sneaking into Souya’s room -because your parents don’t approve of delinquents so you guys can’t go to your house- but you can’t let Nahoya know you guys are there or else you’ll never hear the end of it! And still waking up with y’all faces covered in marker and teasing from Nahoya because that’s just how he is but you’re happy you got to spend the night with your adorable angry boyfriend.

A Valentine’s Day with Shikamaru is filled with you two not being able to meet up until late into the evening and that’s because you guys have plans for the day but it’ll take most of the day to do. So Shikamaru spends the day at Ino’s house doing his best to make some chocolates for you, and while they aren’t the best they’re made with love and make you cry because the lazy bum put in work for Valentine’s day. You on the other hand was preparing the best stay at home lazy date one could ever ask for, and surprisingly it takes a lot of work but you got it done and welcomed him home to the cutests but laziest and most loving Valentine’s day ever.

A Valentine's Day with Neji is weird at first because he really wants to do a lot for you so the normally stoic man is doing the most to show that he loves you! All while looking like a tomato and like he’s about to pass out lmao. Though after stopping him from being weird and letting him know that all he has to do with you is just chill and spend time with you on this special day calms down and you guys have the best and still most romantic Valentine’s day ever for the two of you.

A Valentine’s Day with Kalim is a crazy private party with just you two but filled with gifts sent to one another and cutesy Valentines themed meals to the heart's content. As a poor student that can’t buy much you end up being creative and gifting a bunch of adorable homemade crafts that Kalim does is best to preserve forever. Kalim's gifts to you were a bunch of expensive gifts but after being with you for a while still has a lot of meaning because as much as he can’t help spending money like crazy he does understand what to give to make you happy. The day is spent having fun and being stupid kids while enjoying the day that Kalim ordered.

A Valentine’s Day with Idia is spent in his room playing a bunch of romance and otome games together for fun, and not even the good ones the dumb silly ones like the one with the horses and the one with the pigeons and some of those games that can be played fast and in one sitting like “A Date with Death”, “The Kid at The Back”. You guys order some food and find some kitties to pet and hold onto and enjoy the day. For two anime obsessed gamers in love it’s a great way to spend a day like today.

A Valentine’s Day with Leviathan is different than what you would think, you might think you’d spend the whole day inside but why would you guys be if there are so many anime Valentine’s events today?!?! The day is spent going from event to event ranting and being crazy fans over the animes, games, mangas and manhwas and getting limited/special items along with signatures especially since you guys are a couple. What more could two anime geeks want?

A Valentine’s Day with Tamaki is spent inside ordering a bunch of Valentine's food and having an at home date then watching some romcom movies. And let me tell you, while Tamaki may struggle in public or in many situations he’s steeled himself for this moment in order to show you how much he loves you and cares for you. It’s a day that the Pro-Hero makes sure to take off just for you and if at the end of the night he ends up being dominant with his quirk making the night very fun (especially with his tentacles and maybe even a horse coc-) that’s for you guys to know! Unless you want to spill the beans to Neijire, Mirio, Fatgum and Kirishima, though Tamaki would prefer you not to for the sake of his health.

A Valentine’s Day with Feitan is a surprise because each year he somehow does something different, the first year you guys celebrated it was the severed head of someone who kept harassing you, which though it freaked you out you understood that he was trying and at least you never had to deal with them again! Another couple years later after learning and realizing that body parts wasn’t the best item to give to your spouse and the only reason you loved them was because it was Feitan who did/gave it to you his present was a bunch of the prettiest and most expensive jewelry he could get his hands on that you could only wear once the hype about finding them died down but were amazing! This year while you got him a new amazing and pristine sword that he could use which he really loved and appreciated he somehow got you dinner reservations at an expensive and top notch restaurant and even went with you wearing a suit and actually having manners. To say that this Valentine’s day was amazing would be putting it lightly and you were definitely happy that you were with the man that you’re with despite his quirks.

Hope you enjoyed that was all written within an hour because I had a Spanish composition to write, plus a busy af university day and had to scrap my original idea that I spent whole last night working on instead of studying for said Spanish composition. I really wanted to do more but time is running out for the day and I still have more homework to do lol!

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[theallianceofcelestials]

A self indulgent /nf(notforceful) ask, but if I may inquire, how mayhaps the SCP family react to NightLight / what would they think of them?

Eclipse would be horrified, but not surprised. The Foundation ain't exactly moral. He's still salty, and would absolutely go along with Freddy's revolution plans to free one of their own. It'd hit him especially hard how he was essentially considering doing the same thing as Nexus, tho not by actually signing away the rights of this new person, but by leaving them in this doomed fate. So he'd be protective

Killcode would not be amused. He's to join this doomed place, and then they turn around and to this to the kind his son comes from. He's angry, but in a calculating manner. He's ready to tear anyone responsible limb from limb. He doesn't enjoy reminders about how little this place cares for his son, after all

Solar Flare, while neutral with this new entity, is still angry. It doesn't like the Foundation, it doesn't like how they treat anyone here. He'd be more than happy to save this NightLight person, even if only because they want to ruin something for the Foundation

Bloodmoon is indignant, angry and more than willing to do violence on the behalf of this small being. She looks like them, but is clearly barely not a child. They don't like the experiments. They don't like the dehumanization. But what can you do with humans?

Lunar would be friendly to NightLight, even if he's also neutral towards them. He'd be the one to ask the most about what's up, because he looks so unassuming and cute, so people tell him more. He's just a more trustable face. So he'd help, but it'd take him a bit to warm up. He needs uppies for that, thank you very much

Sun is sad, but also not really surprised an animatronic is treated this way. His nephew is barely treated like a person half the time. He'd try to reach out, if only because that's the decent thing to do

Moon's taking any chance to be angry at the Foundation, so NightLight is the perfect excuse for that. He'd want to protect this lil lunar style bot though, because he's decent like that, unlike some people.

[sweetreichel]

Wanted to try my hand at young Urokodaki and Kuwajima (instead of researching accurate hairstyles I just went with @demonslayedher's depiction of him... Or his back, at least) aaaand... ended up throwing an OC in there because why not