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000-pawz · 6 months ago

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i don't want us to just be friends! (bnd) ˚ · .

bnd when they have a crush , ot6 headcanons , fluff , pining , nonidol au

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a/n: requested here and here! eeek tysm <3 i also subtly brought their charts into play here too (you guys already know how i roll) >3<

sungho ˚ ⋆｡˚

𐙚₊˚ when sungho has a crush on you, he literally wants to become your superman >< he'll carry your backpack across campus for you, lends you his (very neat) notes if you miss a day in class, and brings you food to your dorm room if you're sick </3 he just wants to do whatever he can to help you

𐙚₊˚ loves studying with you!!! his favorite part is when you go quiet when you're really focused and he can just watch your cute concentrated face <3 he'll nudge you from under the desk when it's time to take a break and convince you to go with him to get food!!! he wants to make sure that you're taking care of yourself always

𐙚₊˚ he's not the type to initiate affection first between you guys, so when you do it, he turns into an absolute mess. if your head falls onto his shoulder while you're laughing, he'll probably act cool on the outside, but on the inside, he's literally screaming, running laps!!!

𐙚₊˚ or if you grab his hand to walk through a crowd together without losing each other, he'll try to suppress his smile as best he can, but ultimately fails because??? your hand fits perfectly in his???? hello????

𐙚₊˚ sungho becomes really cute and soft around you. he shyly smiles when you wave to him across campus!!! or if you're hanging out alone watching a movie, he'll share his blanket with you and shuffle up to your side so your legs are pressing against each other's (and yes it's an excuse to be closer to you!!!)

𐙚₊˚ gets pretty protective over you. if you fall and scrape your knee, he's carrying you to the nurse asap (even if it's just a little cut :<). better yet, he'll take care of you himself, treating you so gently as he bandages up your wound and tells you to be more careful cause you could've gotten really hurt!!

𐙚₊˚ really playful with you! probably lightly teases you about your cute habits, does bunny ears above your head when you take a selfie, pretends to bite you when you tease him back ^___^ just like a giant kitty

𐙚₊˚ sungho is not one to keep secrets and he's pretty straightforward, so i see him confessing to you first >< he'll probably make it really intimate, like bringing you flowers and then taking you to a picnic in the field </3 there are literal sparkles in his eyes when he watches the way the sun hits your skin! just something super sappy where it can just be the two of you and he can confess all of his honest feelings with no interruptions!!!

˚ ⋆｡˚ riwoo

𐙚₊˚ riwoo is incredibly shy around his crush!!! he'll probably be the most physically awkward out of all of them lol like if he has to partner up with his crush for a conversation, he'll literally die a little on the inside because he gets so flustered around you, he can barely speak!!!

𐙚₊˚ he definitely keeps his crush on you to himself. for one, he wants to be able to admire you from afar and he's simply happy with just liking you! and for two, he doesn't want his friends to embarrass him around you ><

𐙚₊˚ probably screams into his pillow whenever you text him first >3< or smiles behind his hand because you are texting him!!! he replies back super fast too because he doesn't want you to think he's uninterested!!!

𐙚₊˚ he'll always try his best to make you smile around him, even if it involves him making a fool of himself!!! if you're in the same room, he'll text you something funny and wait to see your reaction from across the room ^___^

𐙚₊˚ worries about you so much :C if you seem extra tired in class, he'll check up on you, asking you if you need anything!!! he'll sneak snacks into your bag, switch seats with you if you get the wobbly chair, and he's just overall very attentive!!! if you don't show up for class out of the blue, he's texting you right away to make sure everything is okay and if you need him to bring you anything!!! <3

𐙚₊˚ very adaptable to you. if you're grabbing lunch together and you mention a specific menu you like, he's ordering the same thing! and if you're studying together in his dorm and you say you're hot, he'll immediately turn on the air conditioning (even if he's shivering </3) he always prioritizes your comfort

𐙚₊˚ loves to have long and deep conversations with you. enjoyes hearing about your plans for the future, and your goals and aspirations!!! he's all for learning what makes you tick so he can cater to your needs better <3 he just loves learning about you as a person because you are so interesting to him and you have a way of scratching his brain just right

𐙚₊˚ riwoo would be so so so nervous to confess. he'd run over what he wants to say multiple times to himself before you even show up to the park he's meeting you at. and when you finally do show up, all of his effort goes straight out of the window and he forgets everything he wanted to say </3 so he just says "y/n. i like you." and you giggle a bit because you already know!!! you were just waiting for him to say something >< and when you tell him so, riwoo gets so blushy and shy before asking if he can take you out tomorrow!! officially :3

jaehyun ˚ ⋆｡˚

𐙚₊˚ everyone will already know he has a crush on you before he even knows!!! he finds a way to mention you in every conversation and starts smiling like an idiot whenever someone says your name <3

𐙚₊˚ becomes your very own puppy ^___^ if you weren't already friends before jaehyun starts liking you, then you are now! he'll ask to be your partner whenever he gets the chance, gets excited for you when you share good news with him, does whatever you ask of him

𐙚₊˚ like if you mention you want a certain drink from the store, jaehyun is up and out of his seat in the blink of an eye!!! or if you say that your feet hurt from walking around all day, he'll give you a piggy back ride home!!!

𐙚₊˚ he invites you out to everything like "hey y/n, did you want to go to this party with me tonight", or "hey y/n, are you busy later? maybe we can go to the carnival together", or even "hey y/n, can you come with me to buy toothpaste please"

𐙚₊˚ intense eye contact whenever you have something to say. he does that thing where he cocks his head at you with gentle eyes and nods along to whatever you're saying, reacting to everything and giving you little smiles here and there <3

𐙚₊˚ becomes the loudest, goofiest person ever around you. he's cracking jokes left and right, sharing stories that he knows will entertain you, etc. he literally just goes on autopilot freak mode because he's driven by pure impulse when you're around ><

𐙚₊˚ once you guys are comfortable around each other, he gets pretty touchy!!! he'll give you tight hugs whenever he greets you, brushes hair out of your face if you're focused on your work, gives you random fistbumps and high fives just for an excuse to touch you ><

𐙚₊˚ jaehyun's confession would be so out of the blue, he even surprises himself. he'll be walking you back home after a late-night study session and he'll just get such a big rush of emotion when he looks at you in the moonlight and he'll just blurt out that he likes you!!! he'll quickly cover his mouth with wide eyes and be like "did i say that out loud...?" and you just laugh at him because he's so cute before confessing that you like him too <3

˚ ⋆｡˚ taesan

𐙚₊˚ if taesan has a crush on you, you might think that he simply doesn't like you >< he'll avoid eye contact at all cost, walk in the opposite direction if he hears that you're coming, ducks away if you enter the room. he gets so overwhelmed everytime he sees you, his fight or flight kicks in lol

𐙚₊˚ perks up if he ever hears your name mentioned in public. like he'll be totally locked in on his computer or something and as soon as he hears your name in a passing conversation, he'll sit up straighter and look around to see if you're nearby >< he might even listen in on someone's conversation just to hear what they're saying about you

𐙚₊˚ he stresses out so much about whether or not to speak to you first if you're not already friends. he'll pace his room, ask his friends if you're seeing anyone, runs over every possible outcome of him talking to you (and the only thing he's trying to do is introduce himself </3)

𐙚₊˚ when he finally does build up the courage to talk to you, he's a stuttering mess!!! it already took him 32978 hours to even convince himself to finally talk to you, and when he does, he finds himself tripping over his words a lot and stumbling through greetings </3

𐙚₊˚ taesan is the type to buy you your favorite drink from the cafe and then "run" into you and say "hey, uh i just had an extra one of these." and then he quickly gives it to you before running away and you're just like he is so cute (because it's so obvious that he likes you)

𐙚₊˚ once you guys get closer, speaking to you would be like a second nature to him!!! he just needs to break out of his shell a bit >< he'll ask you to meet him at the bench outside of your dorm/house at like 2 am just so you guys can talk alone (and if he "accidentally" had an extra hoodie in his backpack for when you start to get cold, no he didn't >3<)

𐙚₊˚ i said it before and i'll say it again! taesan loves loves loves sharing music with you. he'll make you multiple playlists (all with subtle meanings and confessions hidden in them) and send them to you!!! he might actually malfunction if you do the same as well (and he will read into every lyric of every song you send)

𐙚₊˚ he'd confess when you guys are at a record store together, checking out vinyl. he'll pick a song that perfectly captures everything he wants to say that he can't put into words, and you just look so pretty flicking through all of the albums, and he knows this is his chance!!! so he puts the vinyl on the record player and calls you over to place the headphones over your ears and as you listen, you realize what's he's trying to say and you give him the biggest hug ever that makes him stumble back a bit with a big smile, wrapping himself up in you <3

leehan ˚ ⋆｡˚

𐙚₊˚ definitely the type to stare at you from across the room with that soft gaze, just watching you exist. observing which hand you write with, your little quirks and habits, the clothes you like to wear. just learning about you from afar. he might even scroll through your social media too :<

𐙚₊˚ his line from serenade when he's like "hey, the weather is nice. want to go for a walk?"!!! he'll stroll with you quietly, making small talk, asking you how your classes are going, and he gets really giggly if your hands accidentally brush each other's <3

𐙚₊˚ leehan will find any way to accommodate you! if you mumble that your head hurts in class, he'll ask the professor to dim the lights for you! and if you're cold, he'll insist you take his jacket!!!

𐙚₊˚ if leehan has a crush on you, he will mentally act like he's married >< if someone else tries to confess to him, he'll respectfully reject them because he only has eyes for you!!!

𐙚₊˚ he laughs at all of your jokes, even if they are terrible >< it's not even forced laughter though!!! he genuinely finds you so endearing that everything you do is cute to him

𐙚₊˚ speaking of cute!!! he calls you cute a lot. you'll do the most mundane thing ever and he'll just watch you with a tiny smile, thinking that you are the cutest thing to ever exist. he might even say it out loud just to see you get flustered <3

𐙚₊˚ loves when you rant/vent to him!!! he thinks it's so special that you see him as a safe place to go when you're stressed, and he'll do anything to ease that stress. he'll reach over and give your hand an encouraging squeeze, listening intently to everything you say, and give you advice if you ask for it!!!

𐙚₊˚ he would probably confess to you after months, or even years of being friends!!! when you guys are alone, probably having a midnight talk about anything and everything when he goes "y/n. i really like you." and it'll catch you so off guard and get you so flustered, but he just couldn't wait any longer!!! and when you breathlessly confess that you like him back, he'll pull you into the tightest hug ever with an airy laugh, relieved that everything worked out <3

˚ ⋆｡˚ woonhak

𐙚₊˚ he's in lalaland before he even strikes up conversation with you </3 woonhak will literally daydream about you all the time, zoning out in class just thinking about you for hours!!! he'll probably even imagine scenarios of you guys together to help him fall asleep at night lol

𐙚₊˚ he so obviously likes you, but for him to actually tell you is a whole different story. he just likes you so so so much and he's really scared of his feelings being rejected, so he forces himself to believe that he's okay with just being friends with you <3 he thinks that having you like this is better than not having you at all

𐙚₊˚ that doesn't mean he doesn't show you he likes you though! you are his go-to person for everything. like if he got a new shirt, he's asking you if you think it looks okay (and if you show any hint of disliking it, he's never wearing that shirt again because your opinion is the only one that matters)

𐙚₊˚ facetimes 24/7!!! he'll call you whenever he's bored and you guys will just carry on with your own lives while still on facetime, occasionally falling into conversation before going about your day again

𐙚₊˚ like he'll literally call you just so he can brush his teeth while watching you study! or if he's walking to the store, he'll facetime you to show you how great the weather is (and he'll convince you to meet him at the park so you can have ice cream together <3)

𐙚₊˚ woonhak will be at your side as soon as you need him, no questions asked. if he calls you and can hear in your voice that you were crying, he's rushing over to you asap!! his shoelaces won't even be tied and his jacket will be inside out because he was trying to get to you so fast </3 immediately pulls you into a hug and reassures you that you're never alone as long as he's here

𐙚₊˚ if you ever compliment him, his entire year will be made. i imagine him doing that thing where he smiles so wide, his eyes bunch up and his shoulder reach his ears and he's just a giant ray of sunshine ^___^ he won't waste any time complimenting you back either!!!

𐙚₊˚ he'd confess to you by making you a big basket of gifts n stuff, topped off with a handwritten letter </3. it'll be full of plushies, your favorite snacks, pictures you guys took together in photobooths, cute stickers that he'd think you like, random stuff in your favorite color ^___^ his handwriting will be messy and you can see that he wrote and erased many times, just trying to find the right words to say!!! it's all so personal, sweet, and thoughtful <333

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chososcamgirl · 3 months ago

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CLUBBING TOPS! - yeah this bitch goes partying EVERY weekend. also most weekdays bc sjap yn has a high alcohol tolerance. alcohol poisoning? never heard of her. these tops do it every. single. time. without fail. she wears any one of these slutty tops and she’s going home with a man. this girl has a mission! (and no it’s not to sleep with every dj that plays ayesha erotica for her. looks at megumi) don’t be fooled though she’s always down to share her clothes with maki or nobara bc she’s a girls girl (not rlly but she just loves her friends so much) she once caught panda trying to put her tank studio top one once and LOST IT. she started screaming at him that he already stretched it and he needs to buy her a new one… whole time the material was just stretchy she just wanted another one in a different colour (bc why would she pay $120 for a top when panda can!)

ACCESSORIES! - yn is a silver girl BY FAR. you’ll always catch her leaving with one if not all of these. she basically lives in hoops. showers in them, sleeps in them (i know that back piece is smells NASTY) she lives off the quote “the bigger the hoop the bigger the hoe”. MARC JACOBS FRIENDSHIP NECKLACE!!!! (yes i might’ve based this off me and my bff irl ok burn me) she has one on but the real question is who has the other? hint starts with p and ends in anda. but don’t be silly there’s no duos or trios cough yes cough in the group. they all have matching necklaces for eachother bc they couldn’t find a 4 friendship way necklace laugh out loud. she just prefers the marc jacobs one bc it makes her feel superior. CLIPS!!!!! yes she’s a sucker for cute hair clips arrest her. you will never see her with flyaways nah uh.

WHATS IN HER BAG! - her most prized possession… miss miu miu… she got it from the group for her 19th birthday (yes they all were broke afterwards and dine and dashed dinner but hey! can u blame them, that shit is expensive) and in so called expensive bag is ALWAYS a sonny angel. yes he does bring her good luck. the only time she forgot to put a sonny angel in her bag was when she got harassed via imsg.. sound familiar? this bitch vlogs EVERY MOMENT of her life. she has a secret youtube account where she posts her cute little city vlogs of her and her friends. she doesn’t expect it to go viral but it does shortly after she debuted man eater. one time she was at dinner and forgot her handy cam so she called her friend at home to come pick her up, drop her at home to grab her handy cam and then drop her back to dinner which she arrived shortly after her food did (wdym this isn’t a personal experience… heh… i lied sorry bff) and lastly her infamous pink hello kitty lighter. for blunts. and cigarettes occasionally. but mainly blunts.

TEES! - these are just some of the tops she would wear on air. the listeners can’t see her anyways but she loves to dress cute because it makes her feel good doing so. she was always so expressive via fashion because it’s illegal to kill somebody you hate crowd boos

BOTTOMS! - yeah so this bitch basically lives in mini skirts and booty shorts. no mind that her ass is out she refuses to wear pants. on the rare occasion she DOES wear pants it’s usually just bootcut jeans that flare at the end because it makes her ass look good.

OUTERWEAR! - she loooveesssss her jackets like she adores them. cold? putting on a jacket. being harassed? putting on a jacket legs are freezing due to said mini skirt? putting on a jacket. such a multi use piece of clothing! also comes in handy to choke out roommates when they eat your leftovers from the night before! oops!

SHOES! - this girl only wears two types of shoes. heels or knee high boots. nevermind that we are going to the beach she WILL pull up with kitten heels. but who needs the beach when clubbing is just as fun right? she does everything in heels. cook, work, griddy, kick a guy in the dick for groping her? you name it. put this bitch in 5 inch stilettos and she would still would NOT falter once not even stumble. she is a pro and actually needs to be considered for the olympics because that footwork technique is impeccable.

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b1mbodoll · 5 months ago

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gabi every time u post what ur thinking abt i am condemned with incurable brain rot :( ive alr sent u an ask abt puppy jake so im here to talk abt sungkitty ! who manhandles u to sit between his thighs so he can ‘clean u’ after a long day, hard in his shorts where he’s been practically edging himself grinding against your lower back, licking at your cheeks and neck and everywhere else. he tuts at you and growls against your neck when he realises what a mess you’ve made a mess of ur panties, pins you underneath him and spends what feels like forever licking at the sticky, milky-white mess you’ve left for him. sucks the sodden material of your panties and pockets them, claiming it’s been forever since you got him a new toy, the least you could do is let him keep these. palms at your boobs and asks what he has to do to have you leaking for him there too, mumbles against your clit that he’s gonna breed you til it sticks. sometimes he hates the way jake is always yipping at your heels, and takes it out on u :( hits your toothbrush when you’re brushing your teeth to watch you gag n tear up, glaring at him so cutely it makes him want to push you to your knees and give you something else to gag on. he always messes with the thermostat in your apartment, he’s a kitty, he doesn’t like the cold all that much, but it gives him an excuse to drape himself over you, knead your thighs and pinch your nipples because they’re poking through your shirt :( shoves jake out of your bed at night because he wants to be the one watching when your pretty tits slip out of your shirt, wants to bite at them when you stop stroking behind his ears, but also suck and lick at them when he’s drowsy and wants to be a little affectionate :(( tells it’s so gross that jake is always peeing on you or in you when you fool around to mark you up, scoffs and skulks around the apartment scoffing abt how a pretty, refined kitty like him would never do something so disgusting, but he will ! has you sucking his cock when you feel his grip tighten in your hair, and suddenly he’s tilting his head to the side, frowning that the first thing you tried to do was pull away when you feel his warmth trickling down your sore throat. you let jakey mark you with his piss, but you won’t let him do the same? he accuses you of playing favourites and makes you swallow every last drop, so hard that it’s painful watching the few droplets that escaped around the girth of his cock trickle down over your tits :( (ik my asks are alw soso long gabi so please don’t ever feel any pressure to answer them or write smth in response, i js wanted to share my thoughts + i hope ur resting well i miss seeing u on the tl :( from ur fairy anon !)

pairings: park sunghoon x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + kitty! hoon + puppy! jake mentioned + masturbation + lactation + oral + anal ment + omorashi

💌: my fairy… i dont even know what to reply to this. i fear i’ve gatekept this for long bcs its quite literally perfection.. i think m gna pass out.

mean kitty hoon is such a little pervert n ur so right he would steal your drenched panties :( takes his time dragging his rough tongue over your clothed cunt because he loves how wet n messy you get 😵‍💫 such a nasty lil thing he 100% uses them to jerk off later 😖 or better yet, uses them to tease puppy! jake :x

“hates the way jake is always yipping at your heels” oh… my god. poor jakey he’s just a little himbo :( feel like sunghoon would try to distract the poor mutt with your messy panties n it works 😓 yunie jerks his cock with your panties n completely misses out on fucking you bcs that’s what hoonie wanted :( whines n begs you to let him breed your overstimulated hole bcs your kitty was sooo mean to him!!

god him asking what he’s gotta do to get your tits leaking… im gonna pass out!!!!!! once he realizes knocking you up causes your tits to leak milk, he’s not stopping until you’re bred properly n his cum fills your womb 😵‍💫 hoonie’s so fucking desperate to taste your milk he doesn’t even care whose cum it is that sticks.. when his cock is spent n the poor thing’s shooting blanks he doesn’t stop… he lets jake be the one to fuck you but he talks the puppy through the whole thing. hisses when jake cums too early n pulls harshly on his fluffy ears to get his attention.

when they’re finished, an obscene amount of cum is steadily dripping from your cunt n it makes hoon’s ears lay flat against his head as he glares at your leaking hole. purchases a plug immediately n every time after they’re done with you, he never forgets to slip it inside, not wanting any more to go to waste before you’re knocked up.

im so weak for omo, you’re soooo twisted for this part… gosh just prim n proper kitty hoon that’s disgusted by jake pissing on or inside his owner :( joins you in the shower n helps clean you off because he absolutely Hates that your filthy mutt is able to get away with such depraved asks.. always sneers at him n complains to you that you’re too nice to him n that you jeed to put your foot down every once in a while.

you listen, n ask jake not to do it for at least a little while bcs your kitty doesnt like it 🥺 jake’s whiney but ultimately agrees n sunghoon’s behavior changes. rather than wrinkle his nose n tell you that you smell too much like jake, he becomes more possessive because you smell like you again. curls his tail around you as you deepthroat his cock n when he cums in your mouth you swallow all of it, peering up at him through wet lashes as you noisily suck his tip.

the sight’s too fucking much for hoonie, you look so pretty on your knees for him n he’s dying to ruin you. uses his thumbs to wipe your tears before placing his big hands on the back of your head and forcing you to take him all the way inside your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat n making you squirm n struggle to pull off. warmth floods your mouth n you choke it down, some of his piss dribbling down your chin and tits, making you moan around his cock. hoon’s soooo upset that you even struggled in the first place and pouts his way into fucking your ass full of cum next, somewhere you havent even let jake use yet <3

#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot #♡.sweetheart: my fairy #my heart my head my pussy somebody please #i need a doctor!!!!!!#who up ovulating (meeee!!!!)#this is my fave thing ever. mean kitty hoon. lactation. omorashi. WHO ELSE CHEERED #enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #park sunghoon #park sunghoon smut #park sunghoon x reader #💌.lactation #💌.oral #💌.omorashi #💌.anal

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priniya · 2 years ago

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🖇️ THE STORY OF US

synopsis. when minho comes back to kiss after the winter break he’s not only surprised to see kitty back, but also a girl she introduced as her new roommate, who at the same time was a girl minho used to be head over heels for.

notes. minho (xo kitty) x reader. i haven’t published anything, xo kitty became my epiphany (fr)

all minho wanted after taking a sixteen hour flight from los angeles to seoul was just to take a nap as soon as he get to his dorm, well, meeting his roommates in the meantime, but sleep was all he wanted. definitely not to see kitty song covey, laying in one of the couches talking so rapidly about…

…whatever kitty could talk about. he focused himself on here for less than a second, and his gaze caught something so familiar, yet so unknown. then, when you parted your lips to answer a question asked by q, he connected all the possible dots. you were the girl he was put up in the same room with, when multiple schools were staying at the same hotel. minho seemed like a total douchebag, just like you’d assume a son of a famous actress would act, nevertheless, since the staff couldn’t really do anything particular to change the rooms, he was… a nice guy.

however, while bonding at the trip, you fell out of touch immediately after as you decided to not share each other’s contacts, so you could meet up in future life if your friendship and… quite more, was meant to be. it was his idea, you were eager to stay in touch as you grow on him in those four weeks.

your new roommate smiled at him, probably excited to see him. “i’m back!” she exclaimed melodically, grabbing your arm in between. “i think yuri pulled some strings, and this is my new roommate, she just transfered. we’ll be living in the boys building, we’re neighbours!” she added, too happy to notice the boy’s shock on his face.

“oh, my god.” he started, but covey quickly interrupted him with a roll of eyes and “i don’t care what you’re gonna say. im exhilarated to be back.” though minho was too focused on you to even listen to your american roommate.

“hi, minho.” you spoke so softly, you could see he almost died. without wasting any more time, q has suggested to let you guys talk alone as it was so obvious you two knew each other. he replied in low voice, clearly not believing his own eyes. “so good to see you again.” a smile rosed on your lips, when his arms were wrapped around your posture.

reuniting with him was unexpected as you never thought you’d see him again, and you believed the plan you set was a complete absurd. you tried reaching out, but he was a son of a star, how could you possibly achieve that? now, it just felt like a scene from a movie, where two lovers finds each other after a long time, although you weren’t really lovers – or were you?

that night you barely had any sleep, you sneaked out of your dorms, and he showed you around, while catching up on almost everything. it wasn’t a lie that something between you has stayed the same, the same butterflies in your stomach when your hands accidentaly touched, the same lovestruck looks, the same way you held hands, the only thing that wasn’t as it used to be was your ages and appearance.

you were standing at your doorstep, when he put his phone number into your phone. “thank you so much for tonight, minho.” you stood on your toes. “i think i missed you.” you whispered with a smug, before leaving a soft kiss on his blushed cheek. without letting him respond, you walked into the room.

minhoe: pls, don’t do me like that

minhoe: come back here and kiss me

a part of you really wanted to be true, but the other decided that you’d just make a fool out of yourself, so you just trail back to your room, slight regret appearing in the back of your head.

the next few weeks looked almost the same — the school were so hard you spent it on studying for most of your free time, which caused minho to think you were avoiding him, when in reality you were tutored by yuri and juliana. “minho’s been asking ‘bout you, quite a lot, you know?” han started.

“bugging our asses for half the lunch break.” juliana added, braiding your hair as the soft tunes of frank ocean played from her speaker. “told us you guys almost kissed…?” her eyebrow’s shot up, scanning your face in the mirror for any signs of embarrassment.

“i mean we did kiss a few years ago at the summer camp, but not now.” you shrugged, not hiding the blush that crept on your face. “don’t look so shocked! we were a camp couple, but he wanted to be sappy and said if the universe wants us together, it’ll let us meet each other again.”

“that’s romantic, isn’t it?” kitty rolled on the bed to face you and juliana. “i mean, you really gotta believe you’re soulmates if you risk something so valuable.” she sighed, smiling softly. “you two remind me of my sister and her boyfriend, lara and peter.”

you frowned, thinking about her words for a minute. was it so valuable or did he just want to have a moment of peace? did he even think about you during the few years you’ve been apart? well, you thought about him, but did he about you? it was your first time in a week that you’d see minho, and ever since the day one, he’s been somehow flirting with you, so you were quite nervous.

you never said you liked him out loud, not because you didn’t (maybe ‘cos first love is the one you’ll always remember), but because katherine would decide to use her matchamaking skills on you. you wanted it to come out naturally, just like back then. your relationship with minho was incredibly special to you, it was something no one could take away from you.

now, you were just trying to look decent. you were going out with him and dae, being asked out so suddenly you couldn’t refuse. you were quite sure that dae’s presence there was just to get you out of the room, and then disappear. you wore a white, flowery summer dress that yuri borrowed you a few days ago, your make up was light and the braids looked cute.

“should i be nervous?” you asked, fixing a few things on your face, before the clock has been the closest to the final minute. a knock on the door was heard from the beginning of hallway. “yeah, it shows you actually care.” yuri’s girlfriend smiled at you as you flattened the fabric of your dress.

minho was breathless, last time he’d seen you in a dress was back at camp, during the last day when you just wanted the boy to remember you as well as he could. “uh, hey.” he uttered, eyes you in shock. “you look, woah, gorgeous.”

just as you expected, dae, who showed up late, didn’t stay with you for longer than ten minutes, saying he needed to see kitty, with whom you were earlier, so it was just the two of you. minho offered you an airpod as you walked down the street to the park, his fingers wrapped around the handle. it was the first time you had been alone with him in weeks, as someone was always near, whether it was q and florian, dae and kitty, juliana and yuri or everyone separately.

“i wanted to find you sometimes, y’know?” you began, leaning onto his arms, when you finally sat down. “what? then why didn’t you? i really hoped you’d do it.” his head fell delicately on your, fingers intertwining themselves with yours.

“well, your mom’s a famous actress, i wouldn’t even be able to text you so… i just followed you on insta.” you shrugged softly, not wanting him to change his position. “and it was your idea to come up with something like this, losing you broke me in half, really. my parents even reached out to your mom.” his face lightened up with shock and confusion, nevertheless he let you continue.

“but her manager or whoever said that hundreds of people call just to say their daughters are your friends, so… i guess the call wasn’t forwarded?” minho groaned, annoyed. he’d give up everything to just have you by his side, when his mom and dad were splitting up.

“i am so sorry y/n.” a sigh left his lips. “i’ll regret that stupid decision till the end of my days, really.” he’d talk and talk, and talk if you didn’t do what you did.

when the soft tunes of lana del rey’s song was replaced by the starting notes of “there is a light that never goes out” by the smiths, you turned around to face him, and after putting your hands on his cheeks you kissed him. his lips moved so godly against yours, you almost melted into his touch. with that, your friendly hangout turned into a date — not that you didn’t think of it earlier, but now it was confirmed. it was a definite date.

when you came back, the living space was empty so… considering you had half an hour before curfew, you decided to snog a little more, while watching a movie. his arm around your waist, your head on his shoulder, a bowl of snacks resting on his thigh. beside that, you didn’t even think about kitty, and what her reaction might be if she came back. now it was just you, minho and your rosing relationship.

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shapard · 15 days ago

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Sweet Delusion🌙

Lucifer x fem!reader

Tw: Sexual Themes, self hatred, insecurities, self sabotage.

Your first meeting with The Lucifer Mornigstar was very, rough.

We can't be friends

Chapter 1 > Chapter 2

Story starts underneath the cut.

You hated it here with all your might. Working for Valentino was making you sicker everyday.

The way his drug Saliva was intoxicating the air around you, making you feel dizzy and tipsy. The way the lingerie hung uncomfortable on your skin, the sweat that pearled off your body made you even sicker than before.

The microphone in your one hand was the only thing that made you grab onto the reality. Your child you would be so disappointed that you are standing here, on this stage in front of a Sinner, like yourself.

A Sinner like everyone in this pit.

The bitter taste of alcohol on your tongue was still sweeter than the glares you were getting from your own team.

It isn't the first time you felt this way. In hell, getting backstabbed is one of the least problems. You can't trust anyone.

The first days you arrived here, you were lying to yourself. Making a fool out of you, every time.

Jealousy, death and pain was normal here. Everyone drowned their problem down with drugs, killing and sex.

You were no exception.

Valentino was, as always, sitting on his throne like chair, observing your every move. “Dear Kitty, come to papi.”

The way Valentino called for you was making you want to vomit. The lust in his voice was unbearable.

Your heels were hitting the ground as you walked over to Valentino. “What is it, papi?“ How much you hated that pet name.

As much as you don't want to call him this way, he doesn’t accept another from you. His little kitten, his possession.

No one should touch his possession. Or else you'd feel his anger with no mercy.

“The performance was great as always! I couldn’t look away at those hips. But one thing was missing.“ He tapped on his lap, gesturing you to sit on it. With hesitant you sat down onto his lap. “What papi?“ Valentinos lower hands were now on your hips as the other was caressing your cheek and the other was holding his pipe.

“You know I love the way you say it, don’t ya?” Valentinos chuckle was burning down your ears, poison would’ve burn less.

His caressing hand was now holding your lip, “You know, I’ve been planning to let you meet one of my favorites. After you, of course.” You squinted your eyes at him, “I don’t understand?” His pipe made its way towards you as you breathed in his toxin. “Angel.”

The sudden change of voice was giving you the shills.

Another sinner made his way towards you. It was indeed the famous porn star, Angel Dust.

“Meet Kitty, the Star in our business.” The said sinner held his head down, almost in submission. “I’m Kitty and you are?” You introduced yourself and shook his hand. He introduced himself to you with full blown energy.

Something you didn't expect.

You jumped down from Valentinos Lap as you blew him a kiss, “Don’t miss me too much Papi.” He chuckled as he dismissed you.

“You sure like him.” Angel pointed towards Valentino. You chuckled in Irony, “I actually hate him.” You confessed to him. You two continued to leave the club.

“Wha-? Where are we going?” Angel said scared, his hand latched onto you making you stop in your tracks. “We are going to my room. No Val allowed!” You chuckled as you pulled him towards your room.

He stopped.

Confused you look towards him, “Actual I have to go to a Hotel.” He said anxious. “Well I could join you?” His face turned fast to fright, “No, NO. It’s okay, the people are very weird, you wo-“ you pinched his skin and he hissed in pain. “I don’t care, bring me to the Hotel.”

You'd rather join him in the Hotel, than rot in this place alone. You were so alone these days.

Your mouth was gaped as you entered the freshly Hotel, everything was so colorful and yet dark and delicate.

“Wow!” Was the only thing you even thought when you looked around.

You made your way towards the window and your finger grazed the clean wood of the Hotel. A squiek brought you out of the trance as your eyes shifted towards a blond woman, she looked very humane for a sinner.

“OH MY GAWD! WE HAVE A NEW GUEST, EVERYONE!” The sudden shouting made your ear twitch in annoyance. “Wait Charlie! She’s just visiting!” Angel got in between, he shielded me from her hugging attempts.

A static sound and a shadow lurked to your left, “Well, Hello my dear! If it isn’t the famous singer, Kitty!” His huge smile was very uncomfortable for you.

“What’s the smile for?” You pointed towards the unknown guy as he disappeared and appeared behind you grabbing your shoulders, “A smile is very useful, you should try it.” His sharp nails trailed your lips like you were the Joker.

He laughed when you moved away from his hard grasp.

“The hell” you mutter. You turned around and looked over to the stairs as you saw another guy with familiar featured with the girl named Charlie.

“What’s going on?” He asked and you couldn’t relate more to a question than right now.

“Angel brought a Guest, A famous one even.” You waved towards them, “OH, I’M SO SORRY! LET ME INTRODUCE EVERYONE TO YOU!” You hissed at her loudness, damn your ears are sensitive. She quickly apologized and talked a little more normal.

"My name is Charlie, I'm the owner of this wonderful resident." You two shook your hands and smiled at each other.

“This is Husk, our Bartender.” The said guy waved at you and you politely repeat the gesture.

“And this is Alastor, my helping hand.” So Alastor is the name of the wierdo.

“This is my girlfriend, Vaggie.” You waved at her and she waved back.

“This is Nifty, our cleaning girl.” You looked to the small girl in front of you. “Can I clean your underwear?” You chuckled at the weird question as Charlie Apologized for her behaivor.

She pointed towards the guy that looked almost exactly like her, “That’s my Father, Lucifer Morningstar.” If you were alone right now, you’d probably be screaming.

The Devil was right in front of you! The pure Evil! “Hello, nice to meet you. And what’s your name?” You bowed quickly as you started to introduce yourself.

For the devil he was quite nice.

“My Celebrity name is Kitty. My actual name is Y/n. Nice to meet you all.”

You already know that the next few days are going to be exhausting. Pretending to be someone you're not. Pretending that you love being you. That you are confident.

______

Some time passed and with the days you visited the Hotel, the more you realized that one person did not like you at all.

With your luck it was The Lucifer Morningstar.

Oh, and you were so wrong. He wasn't nice at all. He's the complete opposite, since the first meeting.

From making rude comments to spilling extra coffee onto your clothes, worst part is, you hate coffee.

Always Ignoring you, sharing false Information about you. You don't know what you did to him, to deserve that embarrassment.

You really don’t know why he hates you that much. Is it self hatred or is it because he doesn’t like sinners at all?

And if so, why doesn’t he do those things to the other guest?

“Angel, He hates me.” Your voice muffled as your head rested in your hands. Angels hand caressed your back. “I don’t think he hates you. Maybe it’s just a coincidence?” You gave Angel the ‘Are you serious‘ face.

“Okayyy maybe he does hate ya, but who cares?” you groaned as you sat back, “He’s Lucifer. The king of hell! Of course I care!” The sudden outburst made Angel wince a bit, he gave you your Mojito glass. “I think you need this.”

You muttered a small thanks as you took a huge gulp out of the glass. “I hate when life is so complicated. And in a few hours I have to perform at Valentinos club. I don’t want to see his purple fuck face.” Angel laughed, “Who would like to see him though?” I shrug my shoulders as I stood up.

“Was nice spending some time you with you Angel, sadly I have to go.” You gave him a huge hug.

When you made your way towards the exit, you saw the one and only Lucifer Morningstar, leaning onto the door. You sigh, why you?

“Excuse me sir, I have to pass.” You said polite, not wanting to get into trouble. His red scarlet eyes beamed to you as he finally looked you into the eyes, he rolled his eyes.

He didn’t budge, “I wanted to ask you something.” He sigh deeply, his finger tapped onto his cane, “Charlie would like to have you in the Hazbin Hotel.” His annoyance was very obvious, “I don’t know why she wants someone useless like you, but, I can’t change her mind. So, would you like to join?”

You blinked up to him, irritated by his strained voice. “Huh?” You were confused, why did Lucifer asked you and not Charlie?

“Are you deaf?” His eyes squinted. “I’m just confused. Charlie could’ve asked herself, you know?” His eyebrow raised as he huffed in annoyance.

“That’s none of your business, Kitty.” He sassed back to you, still he made space for you, to leave. “Think about it.”

______

Moving into the Hotel? Is that even a good Idea?

It would be nice to not always be in your working environment. There was just one Issue. Valentino wouldn’t allow that. In no universe would Valentino ever let go of his precious Kitten. Not in a billion years. You were after all his main Income. With a sigh you stepped into the V’s huge empire.

“Kitty!” The hot pink smoke made it clear who it was. “Where have you been going lately?! You’re missing your studio sessions.” You took a deep breath in, it’s been a while since Valentino had used this voice drop on you.

“I’m sorry papi, I was just looking for new clients.” Valentino beamed in surprise. Your puppy eyes were showing some effect. “Such a good kitty cat you are. That’s why you’re the best!” His sudden mood swing doesn’t surprise you at all.

That's just Valentino.

He never seems disappointed when you bring some new clients. Even though this time you were lying.

You sat down in the car that was waiting for you both.

The door closed and soon you drove through the pride ring, into one of Valentino’s club. In the changing room the mood was very anxious. Everyone was tiptoeing around Valentino. Valentino also seemed to be very pissed. So, you avoided talking to him.

“Kitty, you’re next.”

With a sigh you stood up. The pearls on your lingerie outfit were very cold, making your nipple harden. “Let’s get over with this.” Your heels stabbed the ground in an elegant, yet scary way.

The music started to play announcing your arrival on stage. You took the microphone as you sang soft yet hard notes into it.

“There are no more tears to cry

I heard you beggin' for life

Runnin' out of medicine

You're worse than you've ever been”

You moved outside of the curtain which were hiding you.

You looked around the room and you saw no one else than Charlie, Husk, Vaggie and Angel. Your brows knitted, what are they doing here?

When your show was over, a lot of applause echoed through the shallow walls. With in seconds you were in front of Charlie and the others.

“What are you doing here?!” Angel sighed, “Told y’all she’s not going to be happy about it. But no one listens to me.” Charlie jumped up and bowed really quick, you chuckle at her cute antics. “I’m so so soooo sorry! I thought if we come watch you, we’d come more along. You know, support you and all.” she's so cute you thought, “You could’ve at least told me, you know?” Your cheeks felt warm all of the sudden.

No one really cared about supporting you ever. Charlie really was different.

“Thank you.” You muttered and the others held a thumb up, making you laugh again.

“Kitty.” The cold voice of Valentino was like a ghost creeping up behind you, if not even worse. A hard hand landed on your shoulder, making you spin around. “We need to talk. In private.” He said while gesturing towards Charlie and the others.

With a shaking breath you bid the other goodbye. Meanwhile they gave you a Sympathetic look, almost. It was weird for you.

It’s as almost as if they cared.

Your inner insecurities screamed at you.

They do not care about you, why would they even? That's what you tell yourself. You're not ready to get hurt, again.

You walked next to the stomping Valentino, but all you could focus about was the reaction from the others.

Were you friends?

Are you even that special to have friends?

You and Angel are in a way, you two share the same fate. Sold half of your soul just for some extra money.

Pathetic, isn’t it?

But that is all what you are, all what Y/n ever was.

But now you were Kitty, a superstar. Someone everyone liked. All you have to do is look good and sexy, be dump.

Yet what were these faces?

You don’t want to see those faces. It was irking you. Your blood quirk started to make your blood almost burn down your veins, allowing you to step back to reality.

And all of the sudden, a Slap was all that you felt. You collided the cold ground with a groan. “Kitty, papi is really mad right now.” You didn’t moved an inch, “I thought I taught you better than that. Lucifer’s brat? Really? What is even so special about her?!”

You winced as Valentino pulled your head towards him, “You were a bad girl. And you know what happens to bad girls.” Your whole body shook as raw flashbacks came back.

A Man you once called your lover, holding you in the same position.

You didn't want this to happen. You couldn't control your quirk 100 percent. Valentinos blood vessels started to burst and he coughed blood onto you, “Fucking Bitch!”

He clicked a button on a remote, not even a second later an electric shock flowed through your body making you scream.

“Useless”.

All you could see was your past lover standing in front of you. Not Valentino. Tears streamed down your face as everything went black.

“I’m Sorry.”

A/n: IT'S BEEN SO LOOONNGG

But finally I'm back and giving you another story for our depressed duck.

💫

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nectardaddy · 13 days ago

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OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN. . . single dad! meian + f!reader

✮⋆˙ notes/CWs - brief mention of parental death, heavy underlying emotions, meian's a flirt when he wants to be, typos probably

It was all too early for the man that morning, the sun barely even breaking the horizon when his alarm went off. He rubbed at tired eyes the whole morning, fighting off the urge to do nothing more than get back in bed. But he couldn't do that, even if he had the chance - he had more than just himself to take care of.

His daughter, Himawari, always, without fail, fought him on waking up; and now that it was earlier than normal, it was a complete lost cause. She fought against waking up, fought against getting ready, and fought against going outside because she refused to wear a jacket. But the chill outside turned her off to the idea of going to school all together. Stubborn, and moody from the change of schedule, he had to all but drag her to get in the car - she fought against that too.

They had to get to her school earlier than normal, his schedule clashed with all other times to meet with her teacher - a prerequisite, of sorts, to meet all new families at the beginning of the year - and he finally bit the bullet and asked for a time before school. Thank god her teacher agreed; despite the coaxing and near begging the man had to do to get his daughter in the building to begin with.

She walked beside him, arms crossed over her chest with a scowl; a rather adorable sight at how small she was and the Hello Kitty bookbag she adorned. (But Meian told anyone who would listen to not let her fool them, she was as devilish as they came.) He shortened his strides whenever he walked with his daughter, he was tall enough that one stride was about three of hers; so he opted for picking her up with a groan. “Come here, you're killing me.”

She fought against being picked up as well, “put me down!” A loud whine that nearly echoed in the empty hallway, “I don't wanna’ be held right now!” He only sighed as she squirmed against him, but eventually gave up once she realized she was no match.

“It's not my fault you walk slow,” he groaned, but the smallest of smiles peaked at his lips once he cut his eyes over to her. She pouted, huffed, and did anything she could to make him feel bad; but it didn't work.

“Maybe you just walk too fast.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Hima.”

The hallway was long, almost liminal as the doors seemed to never end. Each decorated, or not, which showed the personality of who occupied it. The school was basically empty, besides the few staff members who got to work early on their own free will, and quiet. Quiet enough to hear the small sigh of defeat from his daughter, and she now rested her head on his shoulder. “Dad, I'm tired.”

“I know.” Good god did he know. “Maybe if you went to bed on time you wouldn't be so sleepy.”

“But I can't sleep when you're not there,” she sighed again. He felt his heart drop at her words, even though he knew them all too well. Every babysitter he ever had loved the girl, but every single one had never gotten her to fall asleep. The girl refused every time; and if she didn't, she laid in bed until she heard the front door open and shut, and the familiar voice of her father. She would drive herself to sleep deprivation all because Meian wasn't there. “I miss you too much to go to sleep.”

“I know,” he repeated, much more softly than the latter. Filled with care, and hinted with regret, though he knew he had no other choice but to not be home. Games were important, not like the stray practices he would miss here and there; and the games that were later in the day he unfortunately couldn't bring her to. “I miss you too.” There was a small moment of silence, not knowing what to say as he felt his daughter fidget with the sleeve of his shirt.

The man prided himself with his encouragement skills and wise words, but more often than not he couldn't find them for himself. There was a missing piece to his mind it seemed, gaping and dreary as he wished nothing more than to be a good father - but to him, he always fell short. There were times he wasn't home, important events like school plays and concerts missed from commitments to his team, he couldn't help her with her homework as he wasn't home when she got back because of practice, and the period of time away for nationals felt like a stake through the heart every time it rolled around.

An optimist with others, but a pessimist with himself. Always falling just shy of what he thought a good parent should be and what a good parent should do. It was utterly exhausting.

Despite his aching heart and rattling mind, he gave her a small smile and desperately tried to change the subject - more for himself rather than her. “Why don't you tell me about your teacher?”

He heard the girl hum before she lifted her head to look at him with tired eyes. “I think you'll like her,” a tone that finally seemed to melt away the prior attitude. “She's really nice, not like my teacher last year, and she makes crafts with us.” She smiled, the first time that entire morning, “yesterday we read about bunnies and we made plates that looked like bunnies.”

“I know, you brought it home.” He smiled at the reminiscent thought; he came home just after she did, and she all but knocked him down running to show him the plate with construction paper and pom poms glued to it. “I'm actually pretty jealous, ‘sounds fun making bunny plates.” He chuckled, “you think the guys would want to make them?” Hima was well aware of the team he played for, moreover his teammates. She often saw them at the handful of practices and games that he took her to, but more so knew of them through the stories he shared.

She laughed at his question, and he took a silent sigh of relief. “Mr. Hinata might,” she giggled, “but I know Mr. Bokuto would!” The child picked favorites, most definitely; however, her favorite, out of all of them, was Sakusa - and he still had no unearthly reason why other than the dry humor he offered. Every practice he ever brought her to was always met with Hima hanging off of the man, annoying him, and pressing every button Sakusa had - and Meian let her, a silent act of revenge for the consistent arguments he started with Atsumu.

“You're right, he would.” Bokuto was just as childish as she, if not more - he would probably beg the man to make one if given the chance. “Do you want to show him yours later today?” While he didn't plan to take the girl to practice, the sentiment of longing still lingered in the back of his mind; twisted and turned until he felt sick. The awful feeling of thinking he spent too much time away from her returned; and he hoped bringing her with him might mend how he felt, and maybe make her tired enough she would, for once, go to sleep on time.

“Really?” She asked excitedly. The girl cheered just before continuing on with her child like rambles. Himawari could go on for hours, days really, if he let her (which he more often than not did). She enjoyed talking about just about anything, and would find side story after side story as she went on through her rants. But the man never minded, he found it endearing that the girl had picked up his outgoing attitude.

He smiled as she continued on, rounding a corner to the hallway that her classroom was on. The school was quite big, a primary school that housed kindergarten through sixth, so every grade level was split into smaller hallways. The man surprised himself that he could remember where to go, as the only other time he went was when she was in first grade.

“She's really pretty, y'know?” Meian cut his eyes towards the girl, still holding her within his arms, and scrunched his brows.

“Who?” The word laced with confusion as his daughter only giggled again.

“My teacher.” He couldn't help but let a small breath pass his lips, and fought against rolling his eyes entirely. Himawari was prone to talking up the people within her life; which was an admirable trait to have, he was happy the girl wasn't a bully. But she was apt to make the older women around her larger than life - to play matchmaker. The girl couldn't remember her birth mother, she had passed when she was only a year old, but Meian made it a point to consistently remind the girl of her. Consistently reminded her, and himself, they were never abandoned.

That never stopped Hima from yearning for another woman's presence though. Didn't stop her from the small smiles she would give her father when talking about women much older than she, his age, with an err of playfulness that made him roll his eyes. So to her latter statement he only hummed, “and what do you say about me then, huh?”

“That you're old.”

“Ouch-” he rolled his eyes at her nonchalant attitude, “I'm not even that old, Hima.”

“Yeah, ok.” Her sarcastic tone made him sigh, and he thought to himself that maybe he allowed her to hang about Sakusa all too much - his blunt choice of words rubbed off on her in ways he couldn’t imagine. Never rude, but curt replies that never failed to make him groan. But he kept his mouth shut on the topic as he continued walking, and thanked the stars he was almost to his destination.

“Put me down, put me down!” The girl began to squirm in his arms, desperately trying to escape him to go to her teacher’s room that finally came within their view. The man quickly caved, picking his battles wisely with his daughter’s already flighty mood, and figured it wasn’t all that bad for her to be excited for school - quite the opposite really.

He watched as his daughter ran through the doorway of the open classroom, and heard a cheery voice greet her from the other side. The voice was light and airy, joy mingling amongst syllables with every word spoken. There was an intent behind it that felt sound, secure - a voice that most definitely belonged to a second grade teacher.

“Dad said I can bring my bunny plate to his practice and show his friends!”

“Really? That's so cool, I bet they'll love it.” A small smile peaked on his lips at the woman’s words; although he couldn’t see it just yet, he could practically hear the smile she wore. “Did you get to show your dad yet?”

Yet.

The word alone made his steps slow just before he reached the door, letting his pace taper off before completely stopping and he let out a silent breath. It was her job to care, to provide comfort and joy, to create a sense of security and structure - but Himawara had no structure in her life. And it was all his fault, or so he thought. The girl, frankly, never knew her father’s schedule, as it always dialed and changed according to the needs of the team. He desperately tried, at any given opportunity, to cling to time with her - and while he cherished every second, it was never enough.

He couldn’t help her as much as he liked with homework - yet. He couldn’t pick her up from school most days - yet. And he couldn’t find it within the chasms of his mind to give himself grace - yet.

“I did! He put it on the fridge!” He wished he could be more like his daughter - happy and unknowing in the reality of real life. A childlike sense of certainty that everything was fine, that one could find joy in everything if they looked hard enough, and an unwavering belief that her father did everything under the sun for her. He couldn’t help but smile softly at the thought, and allowed the burden of ‘yet’ to pass him.

“Now that's where real masterpieces go,” she mused. “Did you tell him the book we read?”

“Not the title at least,” he chuckled as he rounded the doorway. “Everything else about it? Absolutely. I could probably quote it to you at this point.” A joke that landed fairly well, as he heard the woman laugh in response, but the comedic energy the man once held was quickly replaced with awe as he leaned against the doorway.

Himawari was wrong, utterly wrong. Her teacher wasn't pretty - she was beautiful.

He felt his stomach lurch to his throat, a brief sensation but one that made him cough. The realization that the woman was his daughter's teacher made him feel rather small, stupid even, and wildly out of his element. He woke up that morning and simply got ready for practice - a slam packed schedule as the practice started just after this meeting would be over - and now he deeply regretted it.

“‘Morning, Mr. Meian.” He felt like a puddle of the man he once was only seconds ago, before she said his name. A subtle code switch that he picked up on from her - a voice for talking to children, and a voice for adults. He felt his mind go blank and nearly asked her to talk to him as if he were a child, maybe then he wouldn't have been so enamored.

He couldn't help but linger in the doorway to the classroom, the exposed skin of his arm leaning against the cool wood of the frame. Hands shoved into the pockets of track pants as he watched the woman retrieve papers from her desk. Only then did she meet his eyes and his breath hitched in his throat. She paused for a fraction of a second, her pace stuttering just before forcing her eyes to the ground and continuing on.

This was terrible.

“You can come in,” her voice was softer in comparison to her latter statement, nervous even. It made him second guess why he was here in the first place, despite the flicker of his daughter playing with a puzzle on the floor nearby.

“How are you?” He asked, trying to fight against the heat that wanted to surge to his face. He felt silly making small talk, the man always fell flat on his face when it came to it, but felt even sillier if he had said nothing at all.

“Tired,” she spoke through a chuckle, and he could tell. Behind a, semi, forced smile was tired eyes and a look of exhaustion. It was only Wednesday, and he suddenly felt bad for making the meeting in the first place. “But I'm here. How about yourself?”

“About the same as you,” he smiled. “Sorry again for wanting this meeting so early, it's the only time that worked.” An apology didn’t seem like it should be enough now that he looked at the woman. Albite pretty, she looked weary, burnt out, and he sensed a twinge of discontent - like she didn’t want to be there in the first place. Groveling may have been a better thing to do, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice in the time he chose. He exhausted all other options from a meticulous schedule that was downright impossible to change.

“Don't worry about it,” she shrugged, “I'm just glad you didn't want it way after school.”

“Feels like a crime to make you stay that long.”

“It should be.” She met his eyes again and smiled, one that seemed genuine rather than forced this time. And he watched her eyes flicker to the other side of the room after a moment. “We can sit back there,” she motioned towards a semi circle table in the back of the room. “It's a little cluttered, but it's better than sitting at a desk made for a second grader.” The table didn't seem cluttered in the slightest; occupied with stacks of papers and different containers, each having a different color that he only guessed was for ease of organization.

She sat down, he followed, and began shifting the papers and containers over, now lining the edges with organized chaos than the latter neat piles. “Sorry,” she chuckled. “They come back here to work with me, so keeping everything neat is almost unheard-of.”

He let a laugh pass his lips just before he cut his eyes to his daughter, then promptly returned his gaze to her. “Trust me, I know. She'll pull out everything and decide she doesn't even want to play anymore.”

He felt his heart squeeze when she laughed in response, it was a laugh he could easily get used to, a laugh he wanted to hear more often than just at school. It was gentle, lighthearted, and voluntary - it didn’t feel like a laugh she had to force, as he suspected she did often. His mind kept circling back to the sound as she spoke; he didn’t even realize she had formally started the meeting just minutes ago. His thoughts were the furthest from where they should have been, as he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her.

Dazed, seemingly on cloud nine, he didn’t register that she spoke of grades, behavior, and reading level. He simply nodded along as he tried to memorize every detail of the woman in front of him: her eyes were dark and tired, she had smile lines on the sides of her lips, of which he guessed were from years of doing nothing but, her clothes were casual but nice despite the knowledge that children were frankly disgusting, and the side of her dominant hand was stained with multicolored marker, which he only imagined was the set up of a craft for later today.

“Do you have any questions?” The sentiment jerked him back to the present, and his fuzzy mind cleared quickly once he realized he didn’t register a single thing she spoke about. “Anything you want to add, maybe?”

“When's the next time you're doing these meetings?” The only query that made headway in his mind left his lips at the same time; speaking without thinking, and noticing too late what managed to tumble from his tongue.

“Conferences?” There was a sense of confusion riddled in her voice; if he were listening, he would have known that his daughter was doing just fine - excelling even.

“Yeah,” he nodded. And despite his better judgment, he doubled down on the sentiment entirely. “When's the next time I can talk to you?” He watched the woman’s eyes widen, and for a moment he felt like an idiot until he noticed a barely there, bitten back smile.

“You could always email me?” It was a subtle change in conversation, but one that both picked up on quickly. He was convinced the woman was trying to make his heart stop when she locked eyes with him, a cheekiness to the once serious discussion now diminished. “I respond pretty quickly actually.”

“Do you, now?” He leaned forward slightly, enough to rest his elbows against the table. At first the distance between the two was vast, professional, but he closed the door to professionality and locked it when he leaned in closer to her. She bit the inside of her cheek, still fighting the smile that desperately wanted to bloom on her lips. “That's good to know. But, I feel like I get a million emails every day. I'd never live it down if I missed one from you.”

“Things happen,” she shrugged with a gentle chuckle. “Did you have a better alternative though?” It was then he realized she wasn’t talking to him like a teacher anymore; instead, the tone had shifted again. This was actually her - not a teacher, not a professional - her. A coy change in the color of her voice that made his heart do flips, but played upon regardless.

“Getting your number was one.”

The battle between her and her ever growing smile ultimately ended in defeat at his proposition. Her lips pulled upward in an inviting smile and she cast her eyes to the table, a sheepishness washing over her at the man’s boldness - but she couldn’t deny that she liked it. “It's not every day I give a parent my personal number.”

“We don't need to talk about school.”

“Then what exactly would we talk about?”

“If you're free this weekend, or any weekend really?” The question left his lips with ease, despite the nerves that overflowed him when he first entered. He saw her eyes flicker back up to meet his own, catching his gaze once more, to which his heart hammered in his chest.

“What did you have in mind, Mr. Meian?”

“We don't have to decide that now,” a cheeky reply as he flashed her a smile. “We have until Saturday to figure that out.”

“I guess we do.” She looked down again, biting at the inside of her cheek, before reaching next to her at a stack of sticky notes. “You better not use this to ask me questions about second grade math,” she teased as she wrote the number down. Her handwriting was pretty and neat, a whimsy to it that matched her job to a tee. Once done, she took it off the stack and handed it to him, their fingers briefly touching as he took it from her. There was a pause when their fingers met; her fingers were cold against his own and it sent a shockwave through him. He could die happy if he was able to feel that again.

“That sucks. Because I've been really struggling with adding and subtracting.” He broke the brief silence with a boldness, one that looked all too good on him, and he smiled again. She rolled her eyes and laughed at his statement, “I’ll text you later today.”

“I hope you do.”

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The Library of Illusion — Lord of the Castle on the Hill

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➮ feudal lord!San × fem!Reader wc: 7.2k summary: Stumbling into the history section, Y/N soon learns she has somehow infiltrated the palace of a very wealthy feudal lord but instead of having her imprisoned or executed, the lord asks her to dine with him. The very handsome lord. genres/themes/au: smut; fantasy, historical drama, feudal era, Joseon era; non idol au, historical drama au, feudal/Joseon era au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, implied alcohol consumption, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!

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a/n: this wasn’t easy to write. I had to restart it a couple times but finally, I found something I liked and stuck with it. A special shout out to my lovely bestie Sky☁️ cause I know you'll read this. Enjoy your San smut cause Jongho is coming ;) thank you all so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: waterplay (fooling around in a hot spring. do not do this lol), fingering (f receiving), edging/orgasm control, oral (f receiving), face riding (m receiving), nipple play (f receiving), light impact play (spanking, pussy slapping), marking (f receiving, m receiving), possessive!San, very light knife play (San uses a knife to cut open the front of Y/N's dress), use of pet names (baby, kitten, kitty, sweetheart), lace kink (if you squint), unprotected sex (wrap it up), cumplay (San cums on her ass and pussy and pushes some into her), and I think I got all of it. If I missed anything, please let me know!

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“I trust you were successful?”

You walked over to the desk, climbing the few steps to drop the second key on the desk before Seonghwa who looked down at the metal before looking back up with a smile. “Perfect,” he said, moving to scoop up the key and place it back inside the box before looking back up at you.

“Where to next?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. You narrowed your eyes down at him. “That’s it?” You asked, anger flowing through your veins. After what you’ve been through? That’s all he had to say?

Seonghwa stared innocently up at you.

“I’m sorry?” he asked as you walked around the desk, reaching forward to grab the front of his shirt. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through!?” You screamed, fist shaking as Seonghwa stared up at you with wide eyes.

“Aliens and spiders and massive spider creatures! Do you know what I’ve had to do to get these keys?! And you have the audacity to act like I’m just walking in there and grabbing the key before coming back!”

Seonghwa let out a sigh but you weren’t finished yet. Not by a long shot.

“I watched a man get ripped in half! I thought he was dead!”

You gestured down at your appearance. “I still have his blood all over me!”

“I’m the one out there in the field while you sit here comfortably and wait for me to come back so you can offer some witty and sarcastic remark while I’m risking my fucking life?!”

You were beyond pissed but you failed to see that Seonghwa was beyond annoyed.

In a flash, he stood up, grabbing your wrist and twisting your arm before pushing you over onto the desk, pinning you down.

“Do not test my patience, mortal,” he hissed, the heat from his breath fanning over the back of your neck. “I’m entirely aware of everything you’re doing out there. I see everything that happens in this library,” he continued in a low, gravelly voice.

“Never forget that.”

He let go of your arm, allowing you to stand up and turn to face him. You rubbed your wrist, glaring at him as your chest heaved. Seonghwa stared back just as angrily. “Now,” he said in a much calmer tone, moving to stand in front of the desk and turn to look at you.

“Where to next?”

You looked away, blinking back tears as you looked at the doors before settling on one. “That one,” you said, pointing to a door with a sign above it that read History.

Seonghwa nodded wordlessly and walked over to the door, waiting for you to join him. When you finally did, he unlocked the door and opened it. “Your life is less likely to be in danger here,” he explained as he held the door open. “Of course, it’s never safe,” he added. “You’ll never be safe in the Library.”

You walked past him into the dark hallway. “But at least there won’t be aliens or giant spider creatures,” he added as you glanced back at him. “Tread carefully,” he continued. “This may not be the science fiction or horror sections, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be any easier. Man is sometimes the most dangerous beast you’ll face.”

With that, Seonghwa shut the door with a soft click and you were left to your own devices. You turned and started down the corridor, just as before, the shelves lined your path, books and stacks of paper filling each shelf.

As you walked, the corridor seemed to grow darker and darker and as you stepped forward the books and shelves were gone in the blink of an eye and instead you were standing in a long hallway lined with rice paper walls.

Looking around, you saw lanterns providing light outside the walls and you surmised it was night time wherever you had been transported. Continuing on, your boots echoed against the wooden floor. Not a soul in sight as you went on.

You finally reached the end of the hall and slid open the door. Beyond was a vast courtyard complete with a rock garden, manicured bushes, trees, and even a beautiful pond with a small gazebo.

You walked down the stone steps and looked around. You were inside some sort of castle complex. A palace it seemed. As you continued on, you looked around, noticing how the only light came from lanterns and the moon. Not even the stars were visible which you found strange.

‘Where am I? Why aren’t there any stars?’

“You there!” A voice called, causing you to jump and turn around.

A man stood behind you, dressed in armor. ‘A guard?’

“Who are you?” The man asked. “How did you get in here?”

You found yourself unable to speak, too stunned.

Backing away slowly, the man seemed to think you were about to bolt. “Halt!”

Following your gut, you took off in the opposite direction.

‘Curse that damn Seonghwa.’

You darted through the garden, dodging plants and rocks as you went. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw your pursuer was joined by another guard.

You jumped over a low stone wall and turned the corner only to run into another guard who was quick to grab you. The other two caught up as the one pinned your arms behind your back and your wrists were quickly bound.

“Bring her to the Lord!”

You were hoisted up to your feet and pushed along as two guards led the way while the third, the one that caught you, brought up the rear.

The walk across the complex was short and the maze of corridors long until the doors were opened and you were pushed into a room full of men. All the men were wearing robes of varying colors as they looked up from papers and towards the door as you were shown in.

“What’s this?” one of the men, an older gentleman with a pointed gray beard asked, looking from the guards to you and back. “Found her near the garden,” the first guard said. “She tried to run but we caught her.”

Another man looked up from his papers, thick brows furrowing in anger. “A spy!” he roared. You shook your head. “I’m not a spy!” you shouted only for a heavy blow to hit your stomach, causing you to double over in pain. “Silence!”

“You know what we do to spies,” the gray bearded man sneered.

“Execution!” another man shouted to murmurs of excitement.

You looked up, eyes wide with fear. ‘Seriously? Safer? Fuck you, Seonghwa!’

“Yes, execution!” an older man with white hair and facial hair cried. As the shouts for your execution grew, another voice rang out.

“SILENCE!”

You glanced up to the front of the room, sitting atop a platform with steps leading up was a much younger man than the others in the room. He had shorter black hair and wore dark blue silks. He had cat-like eyes as he peered around the room.

“But sire,” another man said. The man atop the platform turned his eyes upon the man, glaring at him. “Hold your tongue or I’ll have it cut out,” the man said, his underling shying away instantly.

Your stomach churned as the young man turned his attention upon you.

“Bring her here,” he instructed, his voice no longer loud but still just as commanding. One of the guards grabbed your bound wrists and pulled you up, a sharp pain shooting through your arm. You hissed in pain.

“I said ‘bring her,’” the young man ordered. “Not ‘break her arm.’”

The guard apologized and helped you to your feet, escorting you to the base of the platform. “Unbind her,” he said. The guards exchanged looks before one carefully undid the ropes binding your wrists.

Your eyes wandered, landing on something that glistened in the light of the lanterns. It was the same old metal you’d seen in the other sections. The same old metal Seonghwa held in his pocket.

‘The key.’

It hung on a hook next to the young man. Clearly it was something he held in high regard and protected. ‘He must be the Guardian!’

You blinked, realizing he was speaking to you.

“Come here,” the younger man said to you, his tone much softer now.

“Sire, I must protest!” one of the older men said. “She could be an assassin!”

The younger man narrowed his eyes on the speaker. “I seriously doubt that. What kind of assassin gets caught this easily?”

He turned his gaze back to you, expression softening instantly.

“Come here,” he said again, beckoning you forward.

Slowly, you ascended the steps, stopping on the second or third, bringing you eye level with the man. “Will you tell me the truth?” he asked to which you nodded wordlessly. “Are you a spy?” he asked. You shook your head. “If I was, I wouldn’t be a very good one, would I?” you answered to his amusement.

“And you aren’t an assassin?” he asked, tilting his head. You shook yours again. “No,” you replied. “I can’t even kill a spider.”

The man smiled, holding out at hand for you to take. You took it without hesitation and allowed him to pull you up onto the platform and guide you to take a seat. “You might want to rethink that,” he said softly, drawing your attention. “Most of these men are no different than spiders or snakes.”

His lips drew into a smirk, prompting you to return the smile.

“Sire, this is most unusual,” one of the men said. The man beside you dropped his smile and turned his head to look at the speaker. “I don’t remember asking for your opinion,” he said, the same annoyed tone back in his voice.

Clearly he didn’t like these men if the way he spoke to them compared to you was anything to go by. “It is late, leave us,” the man said before turning to one of the guards. “You stay.”

The room cleared as the men gathered up their papers and followed one another out of the room in a single file fashion, some murmuring and whispering as two of the three guards left the room, shutting the doors behind them.

“What is your name?” the man asked, drawing your attention.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you answered softly, looking at his smiling face. He turned to look at the only remaining guard. “Please have a room prepared for Y/N and ask the attendants to draw a bath for her,” he instructed. The guard nodded and exited the room through a side door as the man turned back to you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said with a genuine smile.

“I’m San and this is my castle.”

“Your c-castle?” you stammered. San’s smile widened, a certain fondness in his eyes. “Yes,” he answered. “Are you some sort of emperor or something?” you asked curiously. San chuckled, shaking his head. “No,” he answered. “A lord, actually.” Your eyes widened. ‘A lord? Were you supposed to bow? Or curtesy? How did you greet a lord?’

“I didn’t know,” you simply replied. San chuckled again. “It would seem you don’t know much about where you are,” he said, tilting his head. “How did you end up in my castle without anyone seeing you enter?”

Figuring it would be better if you feigned ignorance, you shrugged. “I don’t remember,” you lied. “I woke up in a long corridor and at the end was a door and when I opened it, I was here.”

You had no way of knowing whether or not San believed you but when he didn’t press further, you considered yourself lucky.

Before San had the chance to answer, a guard returned.

“A room has been prepared in the east wing,” he said. “The attendants are drawing a bath as we speak.” San sighed and turned back to look at you. “Let me show you around.”

The tour consisted of San showing you from a distance parts of his compound. It was much larger than you previously assumed but it was very pretty, even in the dark. It was obvious there was chemistry between the two of you and the tension between you was more than palpable.

The walk to your room didn’t take long and as you reached the door, San pulled you to a stop.

“Y/N, I’d like it if you'd join me for dinner,” he said, catching you off guard. “D-dinner?” You mentally kicked yourself for stuttering like an idiot.

San nodded. “If you’d rather eat alone, I understand,” he replied. You shook your head quickly. “No! I’d like to join you,” you stammered. The smile that spread across his face made your heart leap into your throat.

“Perfect. Bathe, dress, and then you will be shown to the dining hall,” he replied before giving you a small bow, eyeing you up and down once before turning to walk down the corridor, his guard in tow.

You pulled open the door and were greeted by two smiling faces. They were the attendants San must have called for. Both were dressed in traditional dresses in pastel colors. “Come, Miss,” one of them said, beckoning you to follow.

The room you’d been shown to was a suite of some sort. It was a large rectangular room with wood decor and furniture. The bed stood on a platform, a large round window on the wall behind. “The bath is over here.”

You were led out of the room to a small private hot spring.

“Please undress and we will help bathe you,” one of the attendants said. You felt suddenly self conscious as they both moved about.

You carefully and slowly undressed, setting your clothes aside. As one of the women grabbed your clothes, you turned to her. “Please don’t throw those away,” you blurted out. “And leave the undergarments, please.”

She gave you a shocked look before complying. She left your underwear but took the other clothes, promising to have them washed and returned.

The bathing process was much different than you were used to and after you were cleaned, you were finally allowed to dip into the hot springs, sighing in relief as you did. The hot water felt amazing against your sore muscles and aching joints as you relaxed in the water. “I will come back to check on you soon,” the attendant said before drawing a curtain to offer you some privacy.

‘I could get used to this,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Except I have to find a way to get that damn key!’

You tried to force that from your mind for the time being, wanting to enjoy this as much as possible.

San walked down the hall towards the room he’d had prepared for you. It was meant to be for his wife yet San still had yet to find a wife. He knew he was young and had some time before he needed to settle so he felt the room was perfect.

Especially as it had its own private hot spring much like his own quarters.

Walking past the entrance to your private chambers, he continued down the steps and to the gardens, following a path until it branched off between some dense bamboo. San continued to walk and walk until he reached a private seating area that just so happened to overlook your private onsen.

San arrived just in time to see you already relaxing in the hot water.

He smiled to himself, watching as you closed your eyes and rested your head against the rocks. His eyes started to wander, following the curve of your neck, scanning your collar and the way your breasts dipped into the water, only the tops visible in the dark, steamy water.

Before he knew what he was doing, San started to strip, setting his clothes aside before carefully making his way into the pool, dipping below the surface with a deep breath.

You must have dozed off because you sat up abruptly, woken up by a splashing sound. Looking around, you saw the water ripple, the surface having been disturbed by something. You peered around, trying to see if you could spot what had disturbed the water but found nothing.

As you settled back against the rocky wall, you felt something brush against your leg under the water and pulled back quickly, staring wide eyed at the water. Just as you started to play it off as your imagination, something grabbed your ankle and before you could scream, a figure surfaced, another hand coming up to cover your mouth.

You were staring into the face of—

“San!” you hissed as he removed his hand, smirking at you. “What are you doing?”

He chuckled, drops of water rolling off his skin and hitting the water.

“Are you surprised?”

You glared at him before remembering you were entirely nude in the water. Bringing your hands up to cover yourself, you sputtered as you tried to save your dignity. “Y-you can’t be in here!”

He slowly drifted closer. “Why not?” he asked softly, a teasing tone to his voice as he smirked at you.

“Because! I’m bathing,” you replied. San merely shrugged.

“We can bathe together,” he replied. Your cheeks burned and not because of the hot water.

“Isn't that inappropriate?” you asked quietly.

San snickered at you. “Is sneaking into someone’s home also not inappropriate?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I did not sneak,” you retorted. “I told you I don’t remember how I got in here.”

San offered a mischievous grin. “I don’t remember how I got in here,” he replied, making you roll your eyes. “Now you’re mocking me,” you pouted. San scooted closer, pushing your knees apart and ignoring your gasp. “Not mocking,” he replied, bringing one hand up to take your chin in his hand.

“I was inspired,” he answered. You narrowed your eyes again. “Liar,” you replied. San placed a hand over his chest. “I’m offended,” he said, sounding anything but.

“Stop mocking me!” you hissed. San chuckled, moving his hand to the back of your neck. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, eyes dipping to look at your lips. “Let me apologize.”

You knew what was coming but it still caught you off guard as his lips met yours. Before you had a chance to lean into it, you pushed him back. “What about the attendants?” San nuzzled your nose gently. “They won’t come in here unless I tell them to,” he murmured, taking your lips in another soft kiss.

You melted against him, hands moving up to his shoulders. “Tell me to stop and I will,” you heard him whisper. Shaking your head, you kissed him again. “Don’t stop.” San let out a groan, one of his hands ducking below the surface of the water and skimming down your chest and stomach, dipping between your thighs.

“Say it again,” he said breathlessly. “Say it.”

He pulled back to meet your gaze, pupils dilated. “Don’t stop,” you repeated, moaning as he pulled you into another kiss, his fingers finding your clit and starting to circle it slowly. You moaned against his lips, thighs squeezing around his hips as his fingers worked you up, barely slipping into your aching core.

“San,” you breathed. “Please don’t tease me.”

San chuckled against your skin, peppering kisses down your neck. “Keep begging me and I’ll consider it,” he replied. You whined, hips seeking more friction against his fingers but San pulled them away, his hand moving up to cup your breast.

“Beg for it,” he repeated. “Beg for my fingers, kitten.”

You moaned as he massaged your breasts, kneading them carefully. “Please San,” you whispered. “Louder,” San replied. “Beg for it, kitten.”

“P-please,” you stuttered. San chuckled darkly, taking your lips in a searing kiss as he sank his fingers into your cunt with a sigh. “So warm,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

You hadn’t entered the history section with the intention to fuck the guardian but then again, you hadn’t intended to fuck the other guardians either but stranger things had indeed happened.

You let out a whine against his lips. “Would you like that?” San asked as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy. “You want me to fill this pretty little pussy with my cock and fuck you?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as you felt his thumb draw circles against your clit, his fingers inside your cunt curling and coaxing you towards orgasm.

“Say it,” San whispered, watching your face contort with pleasure. “Say you want my cock inside you. Tell me you want me to fuck you and make you mine.”

“Yes,” you gasped, walls clenching around his fingers as he pressed light kisses to your cheek. “I want your cock inside me, San. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and fill me up. I want you to make me yours.”

San growled, fingers moving faster as he rested his forehead against your temple. “M’gonna fuck you so good, kitten,” he murmured, curling his fingers against your walls.

Your orgasm was just within your reach, your moans growing in pitch before San pulled away, his fingers leaving your cunt aching and wanting more. “San!” you hissed as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Sorry, kitten,” he cooed. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

Without another word, San climbed out of the water, grabbing a robe and disappearing behind the curtain. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment as you went over what just happened in your head, only three words coming to mind.

‘Desperate. Pathetic. Whore.’

Once you were dried off and dressed, you were escorted to the room where you would be dining with San. You spent the entire walk over composing yourself and attempting to seem indifferent to the way he left you hanging.

Once shown inside, you took a seat and waited for San to arrive, surprised he wasn’t already there. The room was long and skinny with 20 places to sit. You suddenly wondered if you’d be dining with more than just San.

The quiet allowed you time to think. To plan.

Just how were you going to get the key? No doubt that room was heavily guarded so there’s no way you were going to just walk in and take it. You’d have to apply a bit more cunning to the situation.

One of the doors slid open and San entered the room, dressed in a different outfit but much like the one he’d been wearing when you first met him earlier. San moved to take his seat and looked up, noticing how far away you sat. He cleared his throat before nodding to the seat adjacent to him.

Looking around, you noticed the guard standing by the door nearest you. He wasn’t looking at you but you knew he was paying full attention. Getting up slowly, you walked down the room to your new seat and sat down.

“How do you expect us to talk when you’re sitting so far away?” San asked as the door across from you opened and several servants walked in, carrying different plates and platters.

You watched as they set them down, arranging them neatly on the table before moving and disappearing out the door they entered. The guard stepped out and shut the door, leaving just you, San, and one guard in the room.

“Please,” San said, gesturing to the food. “I’m sure you’re hungry.”

You thanked him and dug in immediately, not realizing just how starving you were. While you ate, San watched you closely, eating at his own pace. You felt very self conscious, having him watch you eat like that.

"So you really cannot tell me how you got into my castle?" San asked as he lifted his cup, taking a sip of sake. You shook your head silently.

How were you supposed to explain it? You were transported from a magical library? Or that all of this land, this entire world, was in the Library? How would he not think you were crazy after that?

No, it was better you simply pretend you didn't know.

San watched you carefully as you ate in silence. You glanced up, meeting his gaze and a smile slowly spread across his face. "You can tell me, you know? I'm not going to judge you."

Your heart leapt into your throat, like you'd been caught, almost as if he'd been reading your mind, listening to your thoughts. You still said nothing as you ate and drank silently. San continued to watch you, making you feel anxious, almost as if he was working everything out in his head.

Finally, he spoke again.

"I promise you can tell me anything," he said as he leaned in, keeping his eyes trained on you. His close proximity made your skin grow warm, heat creeping up into your face as you shifted nervously in your seat.

"Even if it seems impossible or outlandish," San continued, reaching a hand out to place over yours. "You can tell me."

The moment his skin met yours, it was like a fire was ignited in your veins. A desire not unlike what you'd experienced in the other sections. A deep, carnal craving bubbled from the pit of your stomach, your thighs clenching together under the skirt of the hanbok San had graciously lent you.

Your skin erupted into a thousand bumps, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. It took every ounce of willpower not to jump the man. That would only end poorly.

Instead, you pulled your hand from his quickly and apologized and continued to eat, taking a sip of your drink.

Sensing the subject needed, changing, San provided just that.

“I do apologize about earlier,” San said, prompting you to look up, meeting his gaze. “It wasn’t very nice of me, leaving you like that,” he continued. You lifted your glass to take a sip and nearly choked as you felt his hand pushing the skirt of your dress up. “Shh,” he whispered, eyes flickering to the guard and back to you.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said softly when you glared at him. You shook your head. “Shall I keep going, then?” You nodded, biting into your bottom lip when you felt his fingers skim against the skin of your inner thigh.

“Keep quiet, baby,” he murmured, moving his hand to scoot your seat closer to him before his hand darted under your skirt again. You’d chosen to put your lace underwear back on and you were glad you did because as soon as his fingers met the material, his eyes widened, eyebrows raising as he felt around, inspecting.

“What is that?” he whispered. “Lace?” You nodded at him, resisting the urge to giggle. “Lace undergarments? I’ve never heard of such a thing before.”

Looking away from your face, San cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the only remaining guard. “Please step outside and do a perimeter check,” he ordered. The guard hesitated before nodding and exiting the room, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as the door shut, San stood up, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up, dragging you away from your seats to the other end of the table. “Up,” he ordered, pushing the place settings out of the way, ignoring the plates and utensils that fell to the floor. You climbed up, settling on the table at the end.

San pushed your skirt up, pulling the chair up and taking a seat between your spread legs. He pushed your skirt higher, exposing your lace covered core to his gaze and instantly letting out a groan.

He peered down at them curiously. “It really is lace,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he lightly brushed his fingers over the material.

Your cheeks burned even hotter. “Y-yes,” you answered. San looked up to meet your gaze. “Lace undergarments,” he repeated. “I’ve really never heard of anything like that before.” His eyes moved back down to your lace covered core. “It sure doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” he added.

You nodded. “Lace is usually see through,” you reminded him, highly embarrassed to be explaining but also extremely turned on.

“Well,” he said softly. “These need to come off,” he added, sliding his hands up your thighs and grabbing the waistband of your panties. “May I remove them?”

You nodded much too quickly but you didn’t care at this point. You were dripping, soaking the black lace and ready to explode at any second. San luckily didn’t make a show of it and instead dragged them down as you lifted your hips.

Your cheeks burned as he held them up to inspect.

“They’re so… thin,” he said softly.

“San,” you whined, pulling your skirt up and showing him your glistening core. His eyes dipped down to look and he immediately grabbed your hips, your lace panties still in his hand. “Lay back for me, baby,” he instructed, tongue peeking out to lick his lips.

You did as he said, leaning back, propping yourself on your elbows as he pulled your hips closer to the edge of the table. “Don’t hold back,” he said suddenly, looking up to meet your gaze. “No one cares if they can hear you.”

Your cheeks burned as San’s head disappeared under your skirt. “This is highly inappropriate,” you said breathlessly.

San chuckled lightly, hands grabbing your hips and holding you in place as he licked his lips. “It is,” he answered, eyeing your glistening sex before looking up to meet your gaze. “But I’ve decided I really don’t care.”

Without another word, he ducked his head, licking a slow strip up your slit, the tip of his tongue meeting your clit and toying with it. You let out a low moan, head falling back as his tongue explored your core, groaning at the taste.

You whined as he pulled away, his hands moved, spreading your folds before diving back in and attacking your clit with his tongue, suckling on the sensitive nub. Your back met the mattress as you fell back, chest heaving as San continued to lick and suck on your clit, teasing you and drawing whimpers and moans from you.

“S-San,” you moaned as your head fell back. “Keep doing that,” he murmured. “I like the way you say my name.” You gasped as you felt his hand make contact with your clit, giving it a light slap. “Say my name,” he said again.

“San!” You cried out as he gave your cunt another harsh smack. “That’s it,” he murmured before ducking his head again, tongue flicking mercilessly against your clit before spreading your folds again, exposing your hole to him.

His tongue moved down to your entrance, licking into it and making you groan as he pushed further into your cunt. The wet sounds of him eating you out like a man who hadn’t had a meal in years made your cheeks burn with an intensity you weren’t used to. It felt almost as if you had a fever.

‘What is this? Why does he have such an effect on me?’

“Oh shit,” you gasped, one of your hands moving to comb through his dark locks. You felt him smirk against your cunt as he continued to tease and toyed with your clit, lewd wet sounds filling the room as he suckled on the sensitive nub.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you groaned, spreading your thighs a little more for San. You let out a squeal as you felt his teeth lightly graze the sensitive skin. San’s arms moved around your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to lick and suck. The flicks against your clit continued to draw you closer and closer to orgasm, your thighs and abdomen twitching as San teased you to the edge.

Before you could cum, he stopped, pulling back much to your chagrin. “Saaan,” you whined, head falling back before looking back down between your thighs as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. “Put your feet here,” he instructed, patting the arms of the chairs.

You followed his instructions, uncertain of what he was going to do. “I want you to ride my face,” he continued. “Do not stop until you’ve come.” Your cheeks burned as you nodded, watching him lower his mouth to your cunt once more, tongue instantly moving against your clit.

Your head fell back again, a moan escaping your lips as your hips started to move, using the arm rests of the chair for leverage. San kept a firm hold on your skirt, matching your movements with his head. “Shit,” you hissed, your fingers tangling in his hair again as you grinded against his tongue, mewls, whimpers and moans leaving your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you groaned as your orgasm rapidy approached before finally crashing over you as your thighs shook, hips continuing to move and ride out your climax until you started shuddering.

San pulled back as your back hit the table top, breathing heavily.

San stood up, moving to undo his top and pulling it back. “Come here,” he growled, pulling you up and into a kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips, groaning into the kiss.

“San,” you moaned against his lips. “I need you.” He pulled back, moving one hand down to undo his pants, pulling at the ties. “You need me? What do you need, kitten. Tell me what you need.”

You laid back on the table, pulling the skirt up to your waist and reaching between your thighs to spread yourself. “I need your cock,” you whined. “Right here. I need it inside me.” San let out a groan, pushing the fabric of his pants down and pulling his hard cock free. You didn’t get the chance to see it from this angle as he quickly stroked himself a few times before lining the tip with your entrance.

“You need it that badly, baby?”

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “I need it so bad. Need you to fill me up. Bury your thick cock inside me and fuck me.” San growled as he grabbed your hip, pushing the head of his cock into your wet hole.

You let out a hiss as San sank further into you, fingers digging into the cloth of his shirt. “Fuck,” you heard him growl. “So fucking tight,” he sighed. He gave you a tentative thrust, groaning as your walls squeezed him, hugging his cock.

You grabbed onto his shirt, pulling yourself up into a sitting position, one hand moving to steady yourself on the table. San gave you another tentative thrust and he quickly set a steady pace, one hand moving down to pull your hips closer so you were almost hanging off the edge of the table.

“Ah! Right there,” you gasped, feeling the head of his cock hit a soft gummy spot deep inside your walls. San gave you a measured, angled thrusts, chuckling when you cried out. “Right there?” he asked as you held onto his shirt tightly.

Each thrust had your ass bumping against the table, the wood creaking beneath you as San pounded into you. You let out a yelp as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side to expose your neck which he immediately sank his teeth into, making you moan as he bit and sucked on the sensitive flesh.

“Keep doing that,” you heard him whisper as your walls clenched around him. “Fuck, keep doing that, kitten.” You pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Don’t stop,” you moaned. “Ah, fuck, don’t stop!”

When San was satisfied that your neck was marked sufficiently, you were quick to return the favor, pulling the fabric of his coat aside and leaving bites and marks on his shoulder and part of his chest, enjoying the way he moaned and growled into your skin.

You let out a squeak as he pushed you down, your back hitting the table as he grabbed a nearby knife. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched him pick up the utensil but relief flooded your senses as he used the knife to cut the middle of your dress open before tossing it aside.

With the fabric out of the way, his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, tongue flicking against the bud quickly as his hips continued to move, slamming into you with renewed vigor. “Shit, feel so good,” you groaned as his cock dragged against your walls, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein.

“You like how my cock feels, kitten?” He murmured against your chest, leaving a wet trail of kisses from one breast to the other as he took your other nipple in his mouth, tongue lapping at it as his thrusts grew more erratic.

“You gonna keep talking or you gonna fuck me properly?” you retorted.

Almost as quickly as he’d started, San pulled back, his cock slipping out of your cunt. He quickly set you down on your feet. “Turn around,” he growled, spinning you to face the table before hiking up your skirt and pushing you down onto the wood as he took his cock in his hand, lining back up with your hole and pushing back into you.

As soon as he was back inside, he resumed the same relentless pace, gathering your skirt up and pushing it up to your waist, exposing your back to him. You let out a cry as you felt his hand strike your ass once. When your walls gripped his cock, he knew he was doing something right.

“Of course,” he huffed, sounding slightly amused. He gave your ass another smack, groaning as your cunt tightened around him. “Kitten likes to be punished?” he asked, taking hold of your hips, moving faster, the sound of your skin hitting his filling the room. “Mhm,” you moaned.

“I like being punished,” you answered. San let out a breathless laugh.

“Such a naughty little kitty.”

You felt his hands spread your cheeks and then a cold wet sensation against your asshole.

“What’re you—hng!” you moaned as you felt his thumb slip into your unused hole. “San!” you gasped as he kept his thumb still, his hips still pistoning, driving his cock in and out of you.

You pushed yourself up, peering over your shoulder at him. Your orgasm was close and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer at the rate he was moving. You planted your palms, pushing back to meet his thrusts, moans and mewls leaving your lips with each pound.

San let out a deep moan, removing his thumb and grabbing your skirt with one hand while the other grabbed your shoulder, pushing your chest against the hard wood of the table.

“Be a good kitty,” San growled, hips smacking your ass with each thrust, whimpers leaving your lips with each thrust.

“And stay down for me.”

You were suddenly reminded of how Yunho had pushed you down, ordering you to stay down and your walls clenched, remembering the way his alien cock had felt inside you.

The image had you coming with a moan, your cunt convulsing around San’s cock and string of curses leaving your lips. San had a hard time helping you ride out your high. Your walls constricted around him, hugging his cock tightly as he continued to ram into you.

You gasped, breath coming out in heavy pants.

“S-San,” you whimpered. “Don’t stop, fuck don’t stop!”

You heard him chuckle, one of his hands moving up to grab the back of your neck. “If you insist.”

You let out a scream, your hand moving up to cover your mouth as San’s hips somehow moved even faster, slamming into you repeatedly. Each thrust of his hips had you screaming in ecstasy as your cunt convulsed around his cock.

“You gonna cum, kitten?” San asked, chuckling when you nodded, unable to speak.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Be a good little kitty and cum for me.”

His thrusts grew in intensity, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room, barely drowning out your muffled cries.

Your thighs shook from the intensity of your orgasm as you whimpered, trying to keep your voice down but San growled in your ear, hips ramming into yours and pulling scream after scream as you were sent hurtling towards your next orgasm.

“Let everyone hear you,” he rasped.

“Let the whole castle know who’s fucking you this good, sweetheart.”

You could feel his cock throb inside your walls as he no doubt was close as well. “Almost,” he groaned. “Almost there.” Your second orgasm hung just over your head, needing more. Without a word, your hand moved between your thighs, fingers circling your clit in time with his thrusts just enough to push you over the edge and coming with another cry, walls gripping his cock like a vice.

The feeling of your cunt constricting around him sent San over the edge.

“Fuck, M’gonna cum,” he said, his voice low as he gave you a couple more thrusts before pulling out of you and finishing himself off, thick spurts of his release painting your bare ass and dripping onto your swollen pussy.

San let out a growl as he rutted his cock against your ass a couple times, holding onto the table for support. “Shit,” he cursed. “Look at this mess.”

You shivered as he ran his thumb over your sensitive core, smearing some of his cum as he slowly pushed some of it into your cunt. “I really wanted to fill your cunt,” he murmured, looking down at your abused pussy.

“But, fuck, you look so pretty like this.”

The clean up was rough and just when you thought San was going to send you back to your room, he produced the key. “I know you’re here for this,” he said, holding it out. “So take it.”

You thanked him, taking the key before pulling him into a kiss. “Your clothes should be in your room,” he added, reaching into his pocket and pulling your lace panties out. “But these,” he continued, pulling back as you tried to grab them.

He tucked them back into his pocket.

“These are staying with me,” he said. “If you want them back, you’ll have to come see me again,” he added with a wink.

You rolled your eyes and thanked him once more for the key before sneaking out of the room and taking the back corridor to your room where your clothes were cleaned and folded nicely on the bed. You changed quickly before sneaking back out and making your way through the garden.

It took you longer than you expected to find the door you’d entered from and soon you were hurrying down the dark corridor, relief flooding your body as the rice paper walls shifted into bookshelves and the door into the lobby came into view.

You grabbed the knob and turned it, opening the door and looking up as you entered the lobby where Seonghwa was standing, half sitting on the edge of the desk, a pocket watch in his hand.

Upon seeing you, his eyes narrowed, the smile he’d greeted you with before no longer present as he shut the lid of the pocket watch. You walked over cautiously, eyeing him with uncertainty. “So,” he said softly, still eyeing you.

“How was your trip back in time?”

#ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez x reader #san scenarios #san imagines #san fanfic #san smut #san x reader #series: library of illusion

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effloradox · 11 months ago

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Oh that Thomas request with a forehead kiss was so cute. Could I pretty please request one where the reader and thomas start a relationship as ghosts and are super cute together. But most of the other ghosts just don't get it? They catch them holding hands or cuddling and the other ghosts just tease them until they finally realise how good thomas and the reader are for each other - 🌸 anon

don’t let the dreamer get lonely

This was such a cute request!! I hope you like it <3

Thomas Thorne x Ghost!Reader

You would think that after knowing someone for almost a decade that your fellow ghosts would be more observant to changes in your daily behaviour. Part of you is convinced that they have noticed and are just messing with you but deep down you know that most of them don't have the tact to do such a thing, especially Pat and Kitty. It can't be hard to miss all the adoring looks Thomas sends you, or spot the two of you when you go for your daily stroll to the lake for a moment of shared peace but the true nature of your relationship seems to have eluded most of your acquaintances.

The ones who know have been fairly upfront about possessing such information, you probably shouldn't have been overly surprised that Julian had been the first to work it out. Whilst you'd initially written the disgraced politician off as a crude fool, he didn't get to be as successful as he was without the eye for detail he obviously possesses. He'd been surprisingly happy to keep your little secret as long as it benefitted him every so often and to keep some semblance of normality you didn’t mind occasionally doing his bidding.

It’s not that you wanted to keep your relationship a secret per-se, it’s just been an enjoyable experience running around like teenagers in love. Thomas had been so bashful in the first few years when approached with any level of physical affection that it had taken months for him to even ask to hold your hand. Dating and courting rituals have changed so drastically since Thomas was alive that you knew the process of going from friends to dating would take a while but it had to move at a pace you were both completely comfortable with.

It doesn’t help that most of your fellow ghosts are quick to tease you and Thomas if you’re seen so much as holding hands. You’ve had more than one argument with Fanny over the implications that come with holding hands, since she can’t imagine a world where doing so without wedding rings is anything less than a cardinal sin. It’s almost fun to wave your entwined hands in front of her in the beginning, just to take delight in her mortified reactions.

It’s only when Pat almost walks in on a private moment that the cat is finally out of the bag about the two of you. He’d been on his way to his room when he’d overheard a loud laugh from one of the drawing rooms, immediately attracting his attention. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, not really, but it wasn’t hard to recognise your laugh and he wanted to know the cause of it. It’s only when he hears a quiet exchanging of words that it occurs to him that this isn’t the kind of conversation he can just walk into.

“You know, I think you were sent for me.” The way you speak is soft, like you're afraid speaking any louder would break whatever bubble you've found yourself in and it peaks the scoutmaster’s curiosity.

“You flatter me with your words.” Pat isn't particularly surprised to find out that Thomas was the source of your joy, the two of you are very close after all. But he's never heard you speak to anyone like that and he can't help his curiosity so the scoutmaster inches closer to the half-open door so he can continue listening.

“I'm serious Thomas.” The room goes quiet and Pat is almost afraid that the two of you know he's there and that’s why you've stopped talking. It's only when Thomas speaks encouragingly to you that he stops worrying about being caught.

“Go on my darling.”

“I remember when I was a kid I saw a shooting star on a camping trip to the lakes. My parents told me that I should make a wish and if no one else wished on that star then it would come true. Silly really, hundreds of people must have seen it, but when I wished and they told me it would come true I believed them.”

“And what did you wish for?”

“True love. It took a while, but I'm so glad you're my wish come true.”

“Your words put my poetry to shame my love.”

It's only when Pat hears a noise from somewhere in the house that he comes back to himself. He bolts away from the room, heading to where most of the other ghosts had congregated for Lady Button's etiquette lesson. Even Allison had joined for this lesson, mainly because Kitty refused to leave her alone about it. In his mind, Pat has an eloquent way of explaining what he's just found out but it all goes out the window as soon as everyone's eyes are on him.

“Thomas and (Y/N) are dating!” The room explodes into a series of confused and surprised exclamations, with only two ghosts remaining silent. Allison is the only person to notice that the politician sitting across from her has not changed his facial expression since before Pat ran in. If anything, Julian almost seemed bored by the revelation.

“Julian, you don't look surprised?” The ghost in question crosses his arms across his chest, leaning back against the couch he's resting on.

“Well they've been pretty obvious about it, if you ask me. I worked it out months ago.” The politician's expression settles into a smug smile as finishes speaking. Alison can't resist the urge to roll her eyes at his smugness, not all that surprised that he’s kept the information to himself. She doesn’t doubt that he’s used that information for personal gain either.

The other ghost that remained silent has still not spoken. Alison knows how close you and the Captain are, so it's more surprising that he hasn’t reacted to the idea of you secretly dating one of the other ghosts right under his nose.

“Cap?” The ghost in question seems to come back to himself at Alison’s gentle prodding, straightening up and clearing his throat. A hush falls over the room as the Captain speaks.

“He came to me about a year ago asking me for my blessing for him to begin dating (Y/N). Said it wouldn't feel right if he didn't ask the closest thing she has to a father figure. I of course said yes once he made his intentions clear, and they seem to be very happy.” At the news of the couple receiving the Captain’s blessing, most of the other ghosts seem to settle into the news, murmuring compliments about the two ghosts.

“I always thought they’d be sweet together. Just thought Thomas was too reserved to ever make a move.” Julian laughs at that, redirecting the attention of everyone in the room back to him.

“He looks at her like she hung the bloody moon. I dread to think of how much poetry he’s written about her.” Alison lets out an involuntary groan at the idea.

“As long as he doesn’t subject us to it at his next poetry lesson he can be as poetic as he wants.”

In the days that follow it becomes apparent to all the residents of Button House just how in love the newly revealed couple are. The most surprising thing to them is how it took them all so long to notice. Subtlety is not in Thomas’ nature, and Julian was correct in saying that he looks at his partner like she hung the moon. It’s sweet really, and the others make sure to start giving you space to be alone together.

#my writing #fics #fem!reader #requested #thomas thorne x reader #bbc ghosts x reader #🌸 anon

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germhammy · 11 months ago

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“Dinner!”

Enid: OMG!! So much food!

Morticia: -placing a sliced extra rare roast in front of Enid- this whole roast is for you. Tomorrow is the full moon and you must be a bit more hungry than usual?

Enid: -tears rolled down her cheeks- I am! Thank you so much! Everything looks so good. Wednesday, did you take the photos to taunt Xavier again?

Wednesday: yes. Since he is in California he’s already eaten and texted me. I haven’t actually looked at them yet.

Granny: Xavier?

Wednesday: Vincent Thrope’s son. The one who locked himself in Billie’s coffin at her funeral?

Granny: He attends Nevermore?

Enid: Yes. And he won’t leave Wednesday alone. She allowed him to take her on a date and wasted over $300 dollars in seafood because he tried to impress her.

Grandmama: Wednesday hates seafood. Where did he take you?

Wednesday: to some local spot in Burlington. He said ‘dress nice’ We were overdressed.

Gomez: what did he order?

Wednesday: Escargot, oysters on the half shell, buffalo shrimp, shrimp cocktail, clam chowder, Caesar salad with tuna, fried clams and lobster. For the two of us. And coke.

Gomez: you cannot drink coke. And most of that you really dislike.

Wednesday: I ordered a fish and chips for myself and 7up. I had some chowder and fried clams. It was really good. You would enjoy it I think father. Seafood Shanty. Perhaps you can visit if you and mother come along when Lurch brings Enid and I back to Nevermore? They have scallops. I saw them being taken to another table. I know those are Lurch’s favorite

Morticia: I think that would be a lovely start to the new year.

Thing: -making his way onto the table in front of Wednesday- The elitist snob is texting.

Granny: take your phone out and respond before we devour our food.

Wednesday excused herself and got the phone then returned to her seat.

Wednesday: oh look. He got ham. Very nice considering he got sandwiches and water for Thanksgiving

Grandmama: water and sandwiches? What kind of Thanksgiving dinner is that? Hester! What kind of friends do you have?

Granny: Vincent is not a friend. Merely an acquaintance. My dear friend Billie was his son’s Godmother. And to echo Esmeralda? Water and sandwiches?

Wednesday: he and his father went to the Caribbean for Thanksgiving.

Pugsley: wasn’t there a category 5 hurricane?

Wednesday: yes

Enid: -snickering- still pale compared to our Thanksgiving dinner. Oh and did you see what the gang got served at Pilgrim World?

Wednesday: yes. Kent showed me his photos. Candace shared some with me as well.

Morticia: who is Candace, Wednesday?

Wednesday: she is going to be Goody Addams at Pilgrim World.

Wednesday sent her photos of the elaborate dinner spread to Xavier. If possible it was even more fancy and had more types of dishes than Thanksgiving

-here is our Christmas table. We even have lobster and shrimp! My father loves lobster

-you hate it!! Or at least you said you hate it! Wait are those oysters? You hate those too! You little BITCH! You said you hated those! You just said that and didn’t eat them ordering your own food to make me look like a fool!

-I did not. As I stated. My father loves lobster. The oysters are for Pugsley and Grandmama.

-I hope you don’t waste the food

-Never! What we do not eat is fed to Kitty Kat or Cleopatra. Even Ocho, Aristotle, Ali, Snappy, Mr V, Elvis, and Butcher get some of the left overs. I bought some bugs and rodents especially for Homer and Carmen Miranda

-why must you always upstage me?

-why must you always try to impress me?

Wednesday put her phone away.

Wednesday: he is so annoying. Let us eat.

Granny: how is he annoying?

Wednesday: he thinks we are friends. We are not. He wants to date me. I do not. I have a girlfriend. Enid. He thinks he is better than Enid. He is not. Enid knows me, respects my boundaries and understands me. He does not

Ophelia: Enid is a welcome addition to both the Frump family and Addams family. A toast to Miss Enid Sinclair!

Everyone raised their glasses to Enid who blushed. She wasn’t used to being praised. They then helped themselves to the feast before them

#wednesday addams #enid sinclair #enid x wednesday #wenclair #wednsday addams #enid and wednesday #wednesday x enid #wenclair au #xavier thorpe #morticia and gomez #mortica addams #gomez addams #granny frump #Ophelia frump

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symphonic-scream · 3 days ago

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More of Fool Makoto Swap

So, things start much earlier. The one running the scene in the bad guy sense is Kaneshiro, and he takes care of anyone investigating him. Which includes taking out two investigators about to blow things wide open.

He goes to their private office, threatens them to back off, and they don't. On the way out, he's seen, heard making his threats. Makoto is ten when she watches him walk away. She's ten when her parents drive off the road later that night. She's ten when she's separated from her older sister by adoptive parents who couldn't care less about her, only took her in cause of the money they'd get

Makoto doesn't hear from her sister for years. She believes the whole time that Sae didn't wanna have anything to do with her. She keeps her head down, does as she's told. Until, she gets caught breaking one of the house rules. She kisses a girl.

So, she's accused of stealing money from her adoptive parents, and they throw her out. Luckily, they don't actually file charges against her. But, she's 15, and with nowhere. Until she's told she's being sent to Tokyo, cause she's going to live with her older sister

Sae Takemi, as she's known now, is a Criminal Investigator like their parents were. She's married to a doctor, Tae, and they've recently adopted a son. Morgana. She's missed her sister all this time, tried to call and send letters, but of course it was all blocked or burned

Makoto lives in the main house in this au, and Morgana as the Hermit is introduced from the start. As many of them as possible are, but that's semantics. Makoto lives in the basement, so she has her own space away to get used to things, and she adjusts to being allowed to be a teenager

She's less ostracised than Joker was. But, rumours start coming around. That she reason she's in Tokyo was cause her adoptive parents didn't want her anymore. Lies about how her sister only took her in cause she had to. Add on the fact that she shows up quiet, with her head down? Yeah. She's not really popular

(everyone is a year younger here so I can have Makoto and crew be in second year cause I want to)

Anyways. On her walk to her first day, she spots a girl. A kind of sad look to her, standing with an umbrella. And Makoto just stands there getting soaked in the rain, and maybe feeling a little gay, and before the other girl can say something, a car pulls up

It's Shido, a boy in his passenger seat. He greets the girl, Haru Okumura, and kicks his son out of the car so he can give her a ride

And that's how Makoto meets Goro. He scowls at the car driving off, curses out his perverted father, and they walk together. But they get sidetracked when they pass the local gov building two streets from the school

PALACE ONE IS SHIDO

He's using internships with Shujin to get at young girls. Keeps Goro there as an assistant to do dirty work in exchange for supporting his mom. Haru is only there cause her dad wants her to help the business from the gov side

Magician is Futaba. She's in the Metaverse kinda like Sophie I'll figure it out

They take shit down and I'm working on stuff past this but I do wanna say Makoto's persona? Based on Julie D'Aubigny. Fire Protag

After the first palace the gang all change up their school uniforms a bit. They all were proper before, because two of them were in political internships and one of them didn't want to do anything to draw attention

Goro adds a vest of some sort. Not uniform, and dark red. Haru gets like themed socks? Maybe kitty socks, something else that's kinda cute maybe. Makoto has a hoodie on under her blazer, dark blue and black. Also, pants.

Next palace? KAMOSHIDA. Ryuji comes in here, but he lives in Yongen, so he's run into Makoto during a jog here and there. He's a first year at Kosei, and he's been working with the track team and they're improving so Kamoshida starts taking the credit for it. Says if Ryuji says anything, his scholarship will go away

Then, idk who the palace ruler for 3 will be but the Priestess is Ren. He and his brother, Akira, are twin former child actors at Shujin, and are now trying to live normally. Says Ren, at least. Ren is the quieter twin, whereas Akira is snarky and known to be trouble in a kind of flirty, fun way

Ren, Akira, and Makoto are all members of Student Council together, so that's how they're shown earlier.

Hermit Palace is Morgana, it's like a cursed mausoleum, cause he thinks he curses those around him. Thinks he's responsible for the death of his parents, and for the misfortune he sees happening to his new moms, Sae and Tae

He's 10, as old as Makoto was when her life fell apart. So, she really feels for him. He's been silent since they met, withdrawn, all sad and shit. He doesn't go to school regularly either, and Sae and Tae mention to Makoto that he's nervous about a lot of things. That he sees the same therapist they have her going to as well

(Maruki, the Sun Confidant)

Morgana and Makoto really bond in this, as mock Big Sister Little Brother, cause she's technically his aunt. A big thing is he starts going to school again in the fall semester, and starts acting like a normal kid more

Like. I'm really centering on making this little family very healing. Sae and Tae are home as much as possible despite their busy jobs, and they make a show of celebrating accomplishments with dinner out

After that, well, it's Madarame Palace. Empress Yusuke! Still working on the details here, but Makoto would've encountered him by now so he's not just introduced in the second to last act and not getting development

Oh and I'm working on Faith Ann, too

Justice in this? It's Akira. The Palace before Kaneshiro is Wakaba, whose daughter is in a coma cause of the research she was doing for Kaneshiro (psst that's the Futaba origin story) and then the holy grail and shit

I think that's most of what I have for this?? But yeah. The Thieves here would be very close, and I'd make sure they're shown as actual friends, like the IT. Almost like family, y'know?

I'm thinking for the Temperance, I might do Iwai. I havent done that variation of him yet, and I think it could work. And maybe Counselor Yoshida? That or Kawakami

Anyways WHAT DO YALL THINK

#makoto niijima #haru okumura #persona 5 #arcana swap #fool Makoto #yusuke kitagawa #ann takamaki #ryuji sakamoto #goro akechi #morgana p5 #futaba sakura #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #saetae #sae niijima #tae takemi

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shebeafancyflapjack · 10 months ago

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I think that's something we do forget about the finale is that the choice to leave wasn't just a sacrifice on the ghosts part.

It was Alison's as well.

Yes the ghosts are losing her and Mike and Mia, they're losing people they've grown to love, as well as their freedom to have their own rooms, their own space, someone to let them read and watch movies and dance to music at their whim, they're sacrificing all of that so the Coopers can have a less stressful and financially secure life.

But Alison flat out said in the previous episode that she can't leave them. Not won't, can't. Because it's too painful for her to leave the family she's come to know. Because they were the ones who were waiting for her after what happened with Lucy, when what she thought was her only chance at knowing family turned out to be a lie. Because they love her enough to help out when they can by ensuring a wedding goes perfect or their B&B gets five star reviews or she gets to see a panto like she loves or HER HUSBAND IS SAVED FROM BEING STRUCK BY LIGHTNING. It's because of all of that she was able to forgive Julian and the others so easily. It's because of that the thought of having lost them on April Fools was so devastating.

They're the family she always wanted and now she has to give them up because, as Pat reminds her, she has to think of Mia and Mike just as they're all thinking of her. She knew without Julian reminding her that the golf people would be happy for them to change their mind but she still tried to brush it off like it was no longer an option. But it was and it was the best they were ever gonna get.

So despite how god-awfully the episode portrayed the decision, and I will always stand by that, I think Alison did suffer as much as the ghosts in having to be separated from them. Yes, she and Mike and Mia will have happy times together, just as the ghosts will find enrichment and excitement in the hotel - but they'll miss each other equally. She's gonna have moments when Mia is asleep and Mike is out and she's gonna see that an episode of Is It Cake? is on and immediately be reaching for the phone to see if Kitty is watching.

#bbc ghosts #alison cooper

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numberonelittlechild · 6 months ago

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✨🩵Whiteboard Fox Doodle Dump Part 2💙✨

Alright peeps, there’s a second part of the doodles we made in Whiteboard Fox in few months ago! :D

Plus, I should have this to @jav-animations @innocent-angel-girl @pocket-watch-world @lil-bits-of-stuff & @bbsundae for being a part of Whiteboard Fox and I hope you guys like it!

Plus here’s all the doodles we made in Whiteboard Fox.

🩷Snuggles Pt. 2🩷

First panel: Me, Rosaline, Pocket with a little music box.

Second panel: Me, Locket, Kitty, bbsundae, Peppino & Trix.

Yeah, I haven’t been able to take a photo of these doodles by me and my friendos in Tumblr before… (U//3//U)

💞Me with my friendos in Tumblr💞

First panel: Me, Rosaline, Locket, Jav, Kitty and bbsundae with snake tongues.

Second panel: Me, Pocket, Lilly and Kitty are slurping up on Ler-Berry Slushies.

Third panel: Me, Rosaline, Lilly, & bbsundae chilling.

Forth panel: Smol Me, Locket, Kitty & Snake

Fifth panel: Our fake clones in a box.

Yeah, I love hanging out with those friendos in Tumblr too, and they are really getting along with me a lot… X3

🚓Me, my sister with the cops💖

First panel: Drawing of me, my sister and the cops

Second panel: Jack & John’s cosplay

Yeah, I really love those guys from Spooky Month, and they were like us, and they are like me, including my sister… XP

✨Huge Collaborations✨

First panel: My old rollercoaster collab with my friends in tumblr.

Second panel: Riding on Jack and John’s police car collab in Twitter.

Yep, that’s what I thought about those collaborations in twitter or from tumblr with my friends and joins in Whiteboard Fox… (^//3//^)

💛Jav after she leaves tumblr in February💜

Here’s what after she leaves out from tumblr, I hope you stay safe, and healthy and have some good memories with her… (0//^//0)

✨🪶More Tickle Doodles🪶✨

Yes, I really miss lots of tickle arts from tumblr but, it’s just so much fun to be able to draw lots of doodles, and stuff for everyone… (*_*)

💜Bonus💜

First Panel: Lilly and kitty are booping some users in Tumblr, in April fools for last month.

Second Panel: Me and Pocket’s reaction to Sm6 Hollow Sorrows.

Third Panel: Me and Rosaline expressions from a song: Pity Party.

Yep, I remembered that I posted the first doodle dump, from February for few months ago, I hope you like it, and thanks for your support!! :D

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https-furina · 1 year ago

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— puppified ! ♡ | edition: men, version 1.0

ft. cyno, tighnari, kaveh, gorou, thoma, diluc, aether & childe x fem!reader content. modern!au, fluff - jackal!cyno, fox!tighnari, puppy!kaveh, puppy!gorou, puppy!thoma, puppy!diluc, puppy!aether, fox!childe

archon’s decree. it’s more canines than anything but !! this is all the boys who i think are pups/canines <3 there’ll be a kitty version so hold on, i might think your fave is a kitty cat instead!

✉️ mail received! sender: cyno

cyno has habits of keeping to himself (read: attempting to keep to himself.) he’ll curl up on the couch when you’re away at work, his tail hanging off the edge and swaying slowly in the solace that is left in your shared apartment but the jackal’s ears display otherwise. he’s twitchy, his ears twisting and turning when a vehicle will drive past obnoxiously loud or his sensitive hearing picks up a microwave oven beeping a few apartments away.

that is because as much as he’ll deny it - or lack to deny, that he misses you when your presence isn’t around. he’s naturally very quiet (until he gets the zoomies) so even when you come home from work, the jackal does not rush to your side. he will potentially yap at the sudden noise, his ears pressed before he realises it’s you, ruby eyes softening as his ears perk back up. truly, his ears are his greatest enemies when it comes to displaying emotions.

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“cyno?” you call out, flipping the light switch as the warm, yellowed light of the entrance hallway turns on so you can see where you’re stepping. you kick off your sneakers, raising a brow as you glance down the hallway in mild curiosity. there's a stir from the lounge and a grin crosses your face.

your footsteps are light as you make your way through the dimly light apartment. you know that you can't fool the jackal, who already has his ruby eyes trained onto the door of the lounge.

"you look like a fool," he comments and you can make out the silhouette of his tail swishing in the moonlight that breaches through cracks in the blinds, "you're so noisy."

"i am not noisy," you reply pointedly, puffing your cheeks as you flop down onto the limited free space cyno has left on the couch, "it's not my fault you have these-"

you lean across to the pointed ears perked upon his head, the pads of your fingertips brushing against the soft fur. cyno tenses, the cunning jackal taking the chance to curl his tail around your leg. it's his turn to grin, pulling you close as he wraps his arms around you, "you took too long at work."

a sigh escapes your lips, a small smile growing as you relax and rest your head against his shoulder. he'll never explicitly say that he missed you but you knew exactly what he meant.

✉️ mail received! sender: tighnari

tighnari is more or less a restless fox. his hands are always busy fumbling with something - usually the assortment of plants that fill every crevice of your shared apartment. you yourself work as a florist so your fox boyfriend having a green thumb is what you like to call a sweet thing called fate when you walk in on him happily pruning his array of exotic plants, big bushy tail swaying behind him as he hums to the radio.

on odd days, tighnari likes to visit the flower shop you work in - situated directly below your apartment. the moment you hear the metal steps behind the flower shop clanging when someone descends them, his ears giving him away as they protrude from his shadow cast on the ceramic floor.

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"ah- shit..." the fox grumbles when his tail hits against the wide leaves of his monstera plant, which has doubled in size since he acquired the cutting from a friend a few months ago. your eyes raise from the book you'd been reading, a small smile caressing your face.

"maybe you need to space them out again, love?" you suggest softly, watching the way his large pointed ears twitch in your direction. he scratches at one with a gloved hand, frowning slightly as he considers it.

"if i keep spacing them out, we'll end up with plants in the kitchen." he sighs, placing the spray bottle full of water down as he turns to look at you. you have a crocheted blanket draped over your legs and you're halfway through the book you'd started. in a slump, he throws himself down beside you, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. his ears flatten in a form of frustration, not appearing to like the concept of plants in the kitchen.

you make a noise, amused as you lower your book and reach a hand up to run through tighnari's dark locks, fingers gently grazing past black fluffy ears and emitting soft whimpers from the male, "you worry so much, nari - perhaps we need to just work on how much your tail wags when you're tending to your plants?"

tighnari groans, brows knitting together as if he'd like to forget his unfortunate predicament. said tail curls up over his lap as he hugs it close to his chest, his head nudging against your hand when you think to stop stroking his hair for even a moment.

✉️ mail received! sender: kaveh

oh he’s simply the sweetest puppy - he’s so loud and boisterous, he’s definitely a golden retriever. kaveh is needy and isn’t afraid to say it out loud too. whether you’ve left the bed to go to the toilet or you did the groceries without him locked to your side, he’ll be sure to whine endlessly until you’re back. he’s stubborn and a little bit prideful however so moments after he’ll be sure to deny ever whining.

you like to joke that maybe the blond has separation anxiety - not that you’d complain about that - but sometimes it genuinely does feel as if he’ll implode whenever you leave for mere moments.

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thanks to the silence of the apartment, you can already hear your boyfriend’s faint whines from where he’s cooped up in your shared bedroom. his blond hair is probably tussled amongst white pillows, sheets messily tangled with his long limbs when he buries his face into the pillows and lets out another dramatic whine - it’s a sight you’ve seen numerous times now.

you sigh, a smile creeping onto your face as you place the grocery bags onto the kitchen counters, glancing in the direction of the bedroom. it’s suddenly silent, the rustle of the grocery bags being the only known sound. you give him five seconds… five… four… three…

the blond appears in the kitchen doorway before you finish counting mentally, floppy golden ears perked and rusty coloured eyes glittering excitedly as a wide beam brightens his face.

“you’re home!” he exclaims, wrapping slender arms around your waist as he nuzzles his head into your hair. his tail is wagging like an unstoppable force, hitting against the kitchen cupboards in a way that you know will have him pouting later, mumbling about how his tail hurts.

“i figured i’d let you sleep in longer but i know you don’t like me leaving you alone.” you muse, running a hand through long blond locks that he’s yet to brush. there’s a small ‘hmph’ from the tall male as he pulls away, folding his arms across his chest defiantly as he puffs out his cheeks.

“who says i don’t like being left alone?” he huffs as he turns his head away somewhat, tilting his chin up with sass, “i like when the apartment is quiet!”

despite his claims, his tail has not given up with its excited wagging, giving away the truth behind his words so easily that you can’t help but laugh at your stubborn boyfriend’s failed attempts.

✉️ mail received! sender: gorou

gorou is another prideful pup who carries his head high with his chest puffed out. his tail is almost never between his legs (unless that fox lady is nearby!) and he loves to act like a personal guard dog. however this makes him extremely tense sometimes, the fur on his tail bristling and standing straight at the mere sound of a vehicle passing by.

you have to laugh at your boyfriend, stroking the soft fur of his tail in reassurance whenever he gets worked up over the smallest things.

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a soft growl falls from the lips of your boyfriend, your eyes moving from the television to where he’s stood by the window, watching the streets below - sometimes it bewildered you how good his hearing was.

“gorou? what on earth is it?” your brows knit together in confusion as you raise to your feet, wandering to the tense puppy as he bares his teeth to something out of your line of sight. he doesn’t respond minus a quiet whimper at your approach, his ears flattening for a moment before a car door slams and they perk almost instantly again.

your eyes notice the postal van parked outside the apartment complex and you try to hide your laugh behind your hand, shaking your head, “it’s just the post, baby!”

gorou makes a small noise akin to that of embarrassment, clearing his throat as he looks away. his tail noticeably relaxes, hanging by his leg as his ears press to his head.

“uh- yeah? so?” he pouts, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly when your fingers brush through the ginger fur of his tail, humming softly.

“nothing, nothing at all, my love,” you grin, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek.

✉️ mail received! sender: thoma

thoma is keen to be the helping hand around the house, especially when you work. he’s nailed every chore down, perfecting them within weeks of the pair of you dating. he uses his heightened senses to your advantage too, picking up the foul waft of something gone off in the fridge before it can even be detected by your nose. it’s not unusually to catch the ginger mopping the laminate floors of your apartment, his tail wagging as he does what he loves most.

sometimes friends and family applaud him for being such an ideal househusband and thoma will simply whine in embarrassment, floppy ears twitching as his tail tucks between his knees and his fingers fumble with whatever he’s holding.

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the apartment smells heavily of bleach, you note as you stretch your limbs, burying your face into sheets that smell of fresh cotton - thanks to thoma completing a load of washing the day prior. you groan as you wake up - not in distaste for your boyfriend’s love of chores, no, simply because you’re awake with the sunlight glowing into the bedroom once again. you swear your dreams are only lasting five minutes.

“you’re awake?” thoma perks up curiously, his head peeking around the door. there’s indeed a mop in his hands and he’s made a small ponytail out of his bangs to keep them out of his eyes. the sight makes you laugh into the pillows.

“mhm,” you hum, rubbing your eyes as you roll onto your back with another half energised stretch of your arms, “what time is it?”

the puppy makes a noise, his nose twitching - you do wonder how he works with bleach so much with that nose of his - as he reaches into his jean pocket and pulls out his phone, “10am, was i too loud?”

you shake your head, catching the way thoma balances the mop against the wall so he can enter the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. a ginger tail curls around his lap but you reach a hand over, fingers buried into the thick fur. thoma grins, watching you contently when he notices your eyelashes fluttering shut once more.

✉️ mail received! sender: diluc

diluc remains a very reserved man even as a puppy - you don’t blame him at all, you’d discussed his past a few months into dating and you’d sworn promises that you’d never hurt him. after a few weeks, diluc has almost entirely warmed up to you. he’s a very loyal puppy, even if he’s not excitable or needy, or even clingy.

his loyalty extends as far as working alongside you in your coffee shop, tending to making drinks and keeping on top of the dishes. the kids love him! he’ll even crouch down for them and let them touch at his ears - as long as they’re gentle.

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you hear the excited exclaims of children and a smile grows on your face, turning your heard to glimpse at the twins who are regulars alongside their mother but you know precisely why and that is narrowed down to your boyfriend, who stands with perked up ears when he recognises those familiar childish giggles.

he turns on his heels, ruby eyes twinkling as he crouches before the two of them. his hands continue to work idly on drying a mug with a cloth, his tail swaying slowly behind him as the twins glance between his tail, his face and his ears - they’re almost vibrating with the excitement they can’t contain.

“well? do you want to touch?” he prompts, his deep voice spooking the twins. small chubby hands reach up, fingertips brushing against the dark fur of his pointed ears in amazement as if they’d never touched them before. it’d become a routine for the three of them, diluc was beginning to cherish the twins. it was a sweet sight, one that you had to pull your gaze away when the steamed milk before you is done.

you continue to make the drink in question - one that is specifically for the twins’ mother. she raises her gaze from her children to thank you as you slide her drink towards her, a smile adorning her face, “come on you two, we have to go deliver this to daddy at work.”

the two pout, bidding your boyfriend farewell as they join hands, following their mother’s steps as she leaves the coffee shop. diluc stands, stretching his shoulders as his eyes glance over at you. he sees that playful grin you wear and a small scoff comes from him, clearing his throat as he continues drying the dishes.

✉️ mail received! sender: aether

aether knows exactly how to get what he wants, he has the definition of puppy eyes when those golden eyes you love so much look at you, innocent and pleading and his hands clasped together in a begging motion - but he’s such a good boy, how could you ever deny your boyfriend? his tail wags feverishly, knocking against everything in the nearby vicinity, including you but you simply can’t fault him.

he’ll do whatever you ask of him, obediently and almost instantly too. he recognises that running tedious errands for his beloved girlfriend will always get him what he wants in the long run, even though he never asks for much.

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there are those damned eyes again, you think as you bite your lip. he’s attempting to use them on someone other than yourself however and it’s most obviously not working. you squeeze his hand, his fingers tangled with yours as he snaps his attention to you, golden ears perked up - a telltale sign that he doesn’t care about what he’s attempting to puppy eye his way to.

“come on, we have ice cream - it’ll melt, aeth,” you comment, tugging at his hand as you pull him away from the street food vendor, “anyways you ate not that long ago.”

“i’m a growing pup,” he defends with a pout, his tail wagging back and forth contently as the two of you continue to walk home. you send him a look, your eyebrow raised and he sends a sheepish smile back, “okay, maybe i’m a grown pup.”

“that’s more like it,” you taunt, grinning as he huffs with a whine, rolling his eyes, “it’s takeout night tonight, don’t be too greedy.”

the puppy’s eyes sparkle at the reminder, a smile growing on his face as he nods and lifts your joined hands, littering your knuckles in feather light kisses. you roll your eyes this time, squeezing his hand once more in a returned act of affection towards your boyfriend. he grins playfully, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips instead when he grows tired of your knuckles.

✉️ mail received! sender: childe

he’s a mischievous fox, albeit still very cunning. childe likes to keep you on your toes every chance he gets, testing your patience virtually every day since you met him. he does sometimes wonder why you fell for him but he doesn’t voice it out loud, instead opting to tease you for falling for his charming looks. you merely argue back that he knows exactly why you fell for him. the sly fox doesn’t deny.

as much as he may love his pranks, taunting his girlfriend with a grin, they don’t always work in his favour. if only it wasn’t for those pointy red ears and bushy tail that ruined his fun.

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the house is silent. that’s never a good sign, childe doesn’t sleep this early in the afternoon unless it’s with you. you’d memorised the routine of your fox boyfriend in the year you’d been together, down to every last detail. this silence could only mean one thing - trouble.

you don’t call out his name, knowing it’s futile as you step through the building. he hasn’t even kept the television on. the only sounds come from vehicles passing on the street outside, their sounds enhanced ever-so-slightly by an open window in the kitchen. you consider checking all your known locations for childe’s hiding spots, biting the inner of your cheek.

your eyes gloss over every last inch of the house that you can see, moving from room to room. the floor occasionally creaks beneath you, no matter how quiet you’re stepping - you curse buying such an old house on the market.

that’s when you catch it, in the middle of the lounge behind a couch. a pair of red, pointed ears with darkened tips and if you look closer, you can spot the white tip of a bushy tail peeking around the corner of the aforementioned couch. you grin, having caught the fox before he caught you.

you continue to act coy, slowly moving around towards the couch. he jumps up suddenly when you’re close enough, wrapping his arms around you from behind as his bushy tail sways playfully. sharp fangs show as he grins, unaware that you’d know the whole time.

“there you are!” you gasp, turning in his arms to press your chest to his. childe chuckles, leaning down to capture your lips with his. he tastes sweet, you narrow it down to the berries he snacks on in between meals.

“you knew, didn’t you?” his hot breath fans across your face and you grin, running your fingers through tresses of bright orange hair as you nod. he puffs his cheeks, scowling as he realises that once again, his own appendages had ruined his fun again.

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