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prettypinkporkchop · 8 months ago

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I’m a paul girly can u please do one where Paul is grumpy because everyone is coupled up with their imprint and his is away for college but at the bonfire the girls surprise Paul with his imprint and he goes from a mean grumpy to a clingy sweetheart make it long pls I love u💕

I love you!!!!! ❤️

Paul kicks the log that's below him. Everyone that's lined up on the cliff turns to him. "Paul, lighten up." Embry says. "Shut up." Paul growls and charges at him, pushing him into the water. "Really?" Jared looks at him. "Fuck off, Jared." Paul rolls his eyes. Paul misses you so bad. He hates when you're away.

Everyone is at Emily's. She made the pack lunch. They're all eating inside the house. Paul is quiet, eating his sandwhich. "Dude! Imagine what'd it'd be like if Jacob and Renesmee had babies? I sense new drama." Embry laughs. Paul grumbles and rolls his eyes. "Hey, me and Kim are planning. Just saying." Jared raises his hands. "Nuh, uh! You're just stupid horny." Quil shoves him. They burst into laughter. Paul just sits there. "Paul Lahote. Don't be so rude. I know it sucks, but she's coming back soon!" Emily pats his back. He moves his shoulders around, wiggling her hand off of him. "Yeah. I know." He says.

Back outside, everyone is training. Even the Black pack. Leah is laughing, and just her laughter pisses off Paul. He's keeping his cool. "Bro, if I phase right now, I'm biting your ankle." Embry playfully pushes Quil. "Kinky." Quil smirks and then phases. He didn't even bother to take off his shorts. When he phases, he accidently bumps into Paul. Paul growls, loses his cool, and phases. Quil's wolf slowly backs away. Sam is calling out to Paul to chill out. Paul disregards Sam and starts attacking Quil.

It's been like this for weeks. Leah, Kim, and Emily are the only ones that know you are coming back tonight at the bonfire tonight. Right now, you're at the airport heading back home. Being away from Paul has been hard for you. You're getting excited at the fact that when you go home, the last two years of your schooling are online! Paul knows nothing! This is going to be the best surprise. "Forks!" The lady at the desk, taking tickets for the plane entry, calls out your destination. Only two other people follow suit. They don't look familiar, so obviously, it's just their layovers.

Emily looks at Sam because Paul just snapped at Seth for no reason. "Paul. I'm about to just send your ass home if you don't stop." Paul sighs and leans back in the chair, looking at the sun as it sets. The fire is warm on his legs, but all he can think about is you. Seth, being Seth, offers Paul a plate and a drink. "Yeah. Thanks." Paul said dryly. Seth feels so bad. He's the only one willing to deal with Paul's anger. Everyone else is over it but at the same time, feel bad. "You know she'll come back." Emily says. "I've got that. But when? I don't know. And she has to go right back. And it'll be like this for another two years." Paul growls. "You know it's hard for her too. You have to support her." Leah butt's in. "Jesus, Leah. You know I support her. She's at school, right?" He looks at her. She nods her head and walks away, going to talk to Kim. It's getting unbearable for Paul. Being away from an imprint is the toughest thing for a shifter. It's been two months of texting, phone calls, and video calls. You're gone for two months, back for two weeks. It's been like that for a year now. Every time you leave, Paul gets angrier and angrier.

Kim and Leah get in the truck and drive to the airport to wait for you. You'll be back in an hour or so. Paul sees Emily smirking at him and then Sam. "What is it?" Paul asks. "Nothing." She shakes her head. Paul just sighs, and Seth comes back with a plate of steak, potatoes, and muffins. In his other hand is a glass of coke. Paul takes it and nods at Seth. Paul starts scarfing it down.

You leave the terminal and go out to the open space. People are walking around you and you're trying to catch Leah and Kim.

You: girls! I'm near the entrance.

You text them. Not even a few minutes later, Kim in the distance spots you. The two women run to you. You run to them, too. Your fully packed backpack and duffle bag on your arm are heavy and bouncing. You tackle both of the women who hold their arms open. You three laugh and just about fall over. "Let me take this!" Leah smiles, grabbing your bag. "UGH! Thank you, life saver." You gush at Leah. "God, I've missed you guys." You sigh. "Paul has been a dick, as usual. I'm literally about to snap his neck." Leah laughs. You nod your head in agreement. "I can only imagine." You reply.

You girls get to Leah's truck. You sit in the back seat while Leah drives. "Nobody questioned why we left. Not even Jared!" Kim says offended. "Them rowdy boys wouldn't notice if the sun fell on them while they're together." Leah laughs. "True!" You call out. "How's Billy?" You ask. "He's doing good. Old man can't fall over. I swear he's invincible." Leah laughs. "Yes! I try to help him do stuff around the house, but he just shooes me and Emily off." Kim says. "So, typical Billy. What about Jake and Nessie?" You ask. Leah rolls her eyes. "The guy is barely even with us. Ever since they got their house, them two have been loners. He only comes out during get-togethers, wolf shit, and bonfires." Leah replies. As she says this, a car pulls out in front of you guys. She swerves to the side, making you hit your head on the window. "Shit! Asshole!" Leah honks her horn. Kim flips them off. You lean back up in your seat. "Geez." You laugh awkwardly. "We're stopping at Paul's so you can drop off your stuff and then going to the fire." Leah says, totally disregarding that you almost died.

You guys finally make it. You can see the smoke from the fire and orange in the distance in the yard. You can see the guys running around. You squint toward the fire and see Paul sitting in a chair by himself. You giggle at his sulking. "Wait, I didn't think this far." Kim laughs. "How do we surprise him?" She turns to Leah. "I have an idea!" You lift a finger. They turn to you. "I sneak up behind him, putting my hands in front of his eyes and pull a 'guess who'." They nod together and then clap their hands. "UGH! Finally, I can breathe!" Leah breathes out. You laugh at her dramatic self. You step out of the truck. You slowly walk your way behind Paul. "I can hear you creeping, and I'm not in the mood." Paul growls. You quickly put your hands in front of his eyes. "Fuck." He growls but then stops instantly as he smells your scent. "Guess who." You whisper. He doesn't hesitate to stand up, throw the chair that's in between you, and wrap his arms around you. You hold him back and breathe in what you've missed. Paul Lahote. He's back in your arms. "Oh my fucking god, my baby." He mumbles in your hair. "I fucking love you." He says. "I love you too, Paul." You reply. Then, there's loud clapping all around. You two pull away from each other and see everyone clapping. "How'd you even get here?!" He smiles at you. Before you can even answer, he grabs your face and kisses you roughly. You kiss him back and wrap your fingers around his wrists. His lips are soft, and the kiss is longing. You fall into it, moving your lips with his. You pull away and look into your man's eyes. "Leah and Kim picked me up. All of the girls knew." You reply, your thumbs running over his knuckles. "Damn it." He smiles, chuckling. He lifts you up and spins you around. "My girl." He laughs. You laugh along with him, and he sets you down. "Alright, we get it! Now, time to share her." Emily laughs, hugging you. Paul smiles, not giving any more attitude.

You hug everyone, and Paul refuses to leave your side. You love it! Considering, you refuse to leave his, too. Now you guys are sitting around the fire. Jake and Nessie showed up. You're sitting on his lap. His arms are around your waist. He leaves random kisses on your back and arm. He randomly squeezes and presses his cheek against your back as if you could disappear any moment. Once the fire talk is over, you turn to Paul. "I don't want you to go again." He frowns. "Baby, I have good news." You smile. "What?" His eyes widen and sparkle with hope. "My physical classes are over. I'm home now. They're online." You watch as his lips part, and he slowly begins to smile. "Oh my God. YES!" He holds you. You pull his face off of your chest and kiss him softly. He doesn't instantly kiss you back. Pulling away and going back in, over and over. Everyone is leaving you two at it.

After holding onto you for a hot while, Paul decides to apologize to his pack and play around with them. You sit down on the chair, chatting with Emily. "God, Paul is back." She sighs in relief. "I know! Even on the phone, he seemed off." You giggle. Paul grabs your shoulders suddenly and then kisses your head. "Alright, back off with the boys." He does this a few more times. He runs off to play with the guys and then runs to you to give you a quick kiss before running back.

You're typing away on your laptop while Paul is still in bed sleeping. You're on the couch with your legs crossed doing some work. You open the highlighter cap and swipe it across words on the thick ass book that sits next to you. The bedroom door opens, and there stands a quiet Paul. His sleep shorts are hanging low. He yawns and scratches the back of his neck. "Good morning, my baby girl." He says in his scratchy and low morning voice. He walks over to you and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Good morning, my love." You scrunch up your nose with a smile. He looks over your neck and chuckles. "You didn't leave hickeys last night, did you?" You sighed in annoyance. "Eh, maybe I got carried away." He clicks his tongue before walking into the kitchen. "Damn it, Paul." You turn on the camera on your phone and see three big purple bruises. "Emily asked me to come over today when you go over there." You say. "Good because you were coming with anyways." He smirks, pouring his milk into his cereal. You blush and then bite your lip. "AWE, no, don't do that. You'll get what you got last night again." He winks. You roll your eyes playfully. "And don't do that either." He warns, taking a bite of his cereal.

You're mixing the batter to Emily's cake. She licks some chocolate off her finger and flips through her recipe. "Girl, this will take hours!" She sighs. "Are you nervous? I mean, it's a wedding cake! That's a lot of pressure." You continue to mix. "Nah! It's a small wedding." She shrugs it off. "Woowoo!" You hear Embry and Quil. In walks everyone, including Jacob. "Surprised you're here." Emily smirks at him. "Hey, I had to see y/n again." He laughs. You smile at him. "Well, I'm here permanently." You say. Paul walks behind the counter and puts his arm around your waist, kissing your cheek. "Normally, I'd say get the hell out of my kitchen, but I'm giving you an exception today." Emily says to Paul. "Thank you, Emily!" He smiles. "Oh wow! A thank you!" Jared jokes. Paul flips him off with a smirk. "Don't hate the love." You laugh. You place the bowl down on the counter to finish up your assignment Emily gave you for the cake. Paul huffs and pulls you back into him. "Hey!" You giggle. "Alright, lover boy, let the girl bake." Emily pats his shoulder. Paul groans and nods his head, walking toward the group of guys. "Yes, ma'am." He says. "I could really get used to this." Emily laughs. Sam nods his head, crossing his arms. "Yes, much better." He laughs. "Paul, I have to show you this new trick I can do while jumping off the cliff!" Embry says. "I saw you do that shit, dude. You looked dumb." Jacob teases. "Aye now." Quil warns and wraps an arm around Embry. "Don't be mean to my boyfriend." He glares. "WOAHHHH WOOOAHHH WOKKAHHG." Embry shoves him off. "Emily! Can I give y/n one more kiss?" He begs. "Quickly." She says, putting one of the cake pieces into the oven. He jumps up and gets behind you while you put icing on the base of the cake. He kisses your head over and over before you turn your head and kiss him softly. He smiles and then sits back down. "Alright, alright. I'm done." He says. "Lover boy!" Jacob sings. "Oh, loverboy!" Jared follows Jacob. Paul glares at them. "I'll kick your asses. I'm not joking." He growls. They start laughing. "There's the hothead!" Jared ruffles his hair. Paul grabs his hand tightly. "Ow, ow, ow." Jared laughs.

#twilight #embry call #jared cameron #jacob black #paul lahote #seth clearwater #twilight wolfpack #leah clearwater #sam uley #quil ateara #paul lahote x reader

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months ago

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ANGEEEEEEL DO A LITTLE FUCKER AND ISHA FIC AND MY LIFE IS YOURS 🫵🫵🫵

okay okay okay long awaited but let's do it finally ehheehehe

as always with these fics, don't ask me the logistics of how the pregnancy happened. it's yuri magic. have some fun.

men and minors dni

jinx is twenty when she decides to go to college. after a few years of taking care of herself-- through therapy, moving in with you and sevika, isha's good influence, and vi and ekko's support-- jinx finally felt ready to look to her future.

she got into a good school in piltover; full scholarship, because she's a fucking genius.

you don't worry about the workload overwhelming her, though she's decided to enroll in a dual degree program, studying chemistry and engineering at the same time.

you don't worry that her demons will catch up to her; she'll be living with cait and vi, and she'll be within walking distance of her therapist. plus, she's done a lot of good work for herself.

the only thing you worry about is isha.

though the girl is older now, around eight years old and much more used to you and sevika than she was when you first met, isha's favorite person in the entire world is still jinx. and the feeling is mutual. so, while jinx will spend her weeks with cait and vi up top, on weekends she'll come back to zaun to catch up with isha.

it's still a rough adjustment.

isha's just... lonely. you miss the giggles that used to fill your home-- isha entertained endlessly by her older sister's shenanigans. and despite all you and sevika have done to keep her occupied-- buying her new games and pets and books-- you can tell that isha's bored all alone.

"what if we had a baby?" sevika asks one night after you've turned off the lights and cuddled into her arms.

"another cat?" you mumble. sevika laughs.

"i was thinking a human baby, but we could get another cat if you want."

you sit up in bed, reaching out to flick a light on and stare down at your wife. "where the fuck is this coming from!?" you squeal.

sevika shrugs. "isha's lonely! we should give her a little sibling."

"wh-- like our own baby?! like one of us gets pregnant!?"

"well unless isha drags home a stray kid i don't see how else we'll get one." sevika chuckles.

you gawk at her. sevika smiles up at you. "s-sevika, we already have two to five children, depending on the day." you say.

sevika snorts. "ekko, cait and vi are ours only in spirit, love, they won't ever need us in the way jinx and isha do." she says. you pout. sevika snorts. "and jinx is all grown up, now." she reminds you.

tears well up in your eyes. "no she's not." you say, your pout worsening. sevika giggles and swipes your tears away.

"look; i know we said no kids when we started dating. but we said a lot of shit back then. remember when we thought we'd go hiking every saturday? we were crazy." sevika says. you giggle. "shit happened between then and now baby. life happened. deaths and marriage and adoptions and moves-- that kinda shit changes people. you changed me. and... we bought this big ass house for our family. might as well fill it up."

"well fuck, sevika, how many babies are you planning on giving me!?" you ask through a sob of happy tears. sevika laughs.

"as many as you'll let me." she says with a shrug.

you go to the doctor to talk about pregnancy the next week, only to find out that you're already a month into your first trimester.

"wh-- i'm-- but--" you sputter.

"she's already pregnant!?" sevika squeals.

the doctor laughs. "it would seem so. good timing."

sevika bursts into laughter and scoops you out of the doctor's paper covered seat, spinning you around her office and sobbing into your shoulder as you blink in shock.

"what the fuck?" you ask. sevika cackles.

on your drive home, you look over at your wife with a suspicious glare. "did you plan this?"

sevika laughs. "you think i'm that diabolical?"

"no, i just-- you decide you want a baby and boom, i'm magically already pregnant?!"

"i can probably smell it on you or somethin'-- my instincts could sense it. like how i can smell when you're ovulating."

you giggle. "that's probably how you knocked me up in the first place."

sevika grins. "fuck yeah it is. i did the math. i think it was the weekend we sent isha up to spend with the girls."

at the mention of your girls it hits you. you're about to have a baby. another one. your own-- one that you know from the first shit it takes.

you burst into tears, and sevika laughs. "there you go, i was waiting for that to happen."

"we're having a baby." you cry, scrambling to grab the hand she reaches across the console. "oh, janna, sev-- i don't know how to change diapers! all our other kids came to us potty trained!"

"i'll change all the diapers in the world, for you, love." sevika promises, kissing your knuckles. you laugh.

"you're such a liar."

isha's one smart little shit. you and sevika decide not to tell her until the second trimester, when it's less likely that you'll miscarry.

she figures it out within a week of you and sevika getting the news.

it could be the way sevika keeps touching your stomach, or the giddy kisses the pair of you keep exchanging when you think isha's not looking-- but something tips her off.

she sits you and sevika down one evening with a frown and her arms folded in front of her chest.

is there a baby in your belly? she signs. you sputter. sevika gasps. isha's suspicious glare melts into an excited smile. is there!? she asks with a gasp.

you burst into laughter and sevika shrugs. "we thought you might wanna be a big sister." isha grins, tears welling up in her eyes as she launches herself at you and sevika, laughing and crying.

i do. isha signs. i'm gonna be the best big sister ever. don't tell jinx. or violet.

you spend your pregnancy being waited on hand and foot by all your girls. vi, cait, and jinx all come to visit once or twice a week-- all three of them enchanted with your swollen stomach and always bringing baby supplies in tow.

isha makes a count-down to your due-date, bedazzles it and hangs it on the fridge so she can keep perfect track of how much longer she has to wait before meeting the baby.

isha's also started to call the baby her baby.

how many more doctors visits do you have before you have my baby? isha signs to you one afternoon as you wait in your doctor's office. you burst into laughter.

"your baby, huh?"

isha nods. i'm her sister! she signs, before gently reaching out and rubbing your stomach.

"what makes you think it's a girl?"

isha shrugs. most of your other babies are girls.

you cackle.

isha must be psychic, because your little girl comes into the world kicking and screaming in the middle of a family potluck.

it's horrible. violet passes out. surprisingly, ekko is the most helpful, giving everyone instructions and calling an ambulance for you while you wail on the living room floor.

isha's watching with a disgusted fascination the entire time, her lips curled in horror and shock, her eyes big and sparkling as she witnesses the miracle of birth.

powder and cait help keep you propped up-- both of them toweling up all your... fluids... while sevika holds your hand and kisses your head.

one baby, a ruined rug, and an ambulance ride to the hospital later, and your family finally gets to see you in better condition, and they get to meet your little girl under better circumstances.

"aweee." your four grown kids coo as they shove into the hospital room.

"hey, no shoving around the baby!" sevika whisper scolds.

isha pushes her way through all her older siblings, crawling up in sevika's lap to look down at her little sister.

she gasps in wonder. she looks like big mama. isha signs.

cait chuckles. "she does."

"what a little fucker, comin' out lookin' like the parent that did nothin..." vi teases. sevika scoffs and you giggle in agreement.

"she really is a little fucker. ruined our dinner." jinx huffs. "i was looking forward to that potroast, y'know."

isha giggles, pinching her fingers together, then flipping off the baby and pointing at her. little fucker.

you all burst into laughter. little fucker's silver eyes pop open, and she bursts into tears.

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#sevika #sevika arcane #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #i would love to do a part 2 to this bc #babies can start using sign language crazy early?? and i'm just imagining little fucker learning so early b/c of isha's influence #and then u've got a 8 year old and a 8 month old baby that can BOTH curse you out fluently in sign language LMAOOO

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22ayla21 · 5 days ago

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The First Steps

The most memorable moment in parents' lives is their children's first steps.

Xianzhou

Characters: Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Jiaoqiu

The evening was unusually quiet and clear. A warm breeze from Loufu carried the sweet aromas of blooming gardens from the upper sectors. In Jing Yuan's home, a cozy domestic bustle reigned: his wife was leisurely folding the freshly laundered clothes, Yanqing, sprawled out on the floor, was quietly muttering lines from a report to himself, and the General, having set aside his tablet, kept his gaze fixed on his little daughter, who, settled on a rug, was intently gumming her favorite soft toy.

She had long since mastered pulling herself up by holding onto supports, gripping furniture tightly and moving unsteadily along it. But she still couldn't quite bring herself to take a real, independent step. And they all waited. Holding their breath, they watched. Secretly hoping, but not rushing her – let it happen when she herself was ready.

Jing Yuan, clutching a cup of hot tea in his hands, sat as always in a relaxed pose, but his gaze remained sharp and attentive, as if on a battlefield. He didn't interfere, didn't encourage, but inside him churned a whole volcano of unspoken anticipation and excitement, which he would never admit to. Only the tips of his fingers tapped almost imperceptibly against the warm ceramic of the cup.

Yanqing, sprawled on the floor, glanced at his little sister every now and then. Suddenly, he propped himself up on his elbows, noticing how she froze, dropping her toy. Her face expressed thoughtfulness. And then, with a decisiveness unexpected for her age, she rose to her feet, not leaning on anything. One step. Uncertain, wobbly.

The General froze, and the cup in his hand stopped halfway to his mouth.

A second step. The little girl swayed to the side, her arms flailing upwards, trying to catch her balance.

"Jing Yuan!" his wife called softly from the kitchen, turning at the sound – quiet, but full of tension. She saw the same thing.

A third step – straight towards her father. A wide, almost triumphant smile bloomed on her face, and her eyes sparkled. The fourth step was the last – she stumbled… but didn't fall. The General, barely moving, as if anticipating this moment, managed to catch her in his arms, easily and habitually.

"My little strategist," he said softly, and in his voice, for the first time in a long time, a barely perceptible tremor slipped through.

For the first time in many months, he allowed himself to smile the way he only smiled among his closest loved ones: openly, sincerely, with boundless pride. His forehead touched her soft baby forehead, and the little girl burst into peals of laughter, patting his cheek with her tiny hand.

Yanqing jumped to his feet with an enthusiastic shout.

"She walked! She walked by herself!" he blurted out, forgetting both the report and his officer's bearing, and everything else in the world. Running over to them, he knelt down beside her and pressed his forehead against her small shoulder. "Little sister, you're just amazing! I knew you'd surprise everyone!"

His wife, wiping her hands on her apron, came up from behind and hugged them both – her husband and daughter – from above, warming them with the heat of her palms. Tears of joy glistened in her eyes.

"I remember how scared you were back then," she whispered to Jing Yuan. "When you lay with her in your arms through sleepless nights and didn't believe everything would be alright."

"And now she'll run to me herself," his wife whispered, sitting down beside him and snuggling against his shoulder.

"Actually, she was coming to me," Yanqing interjected importantly, throwing his hands up. "But you both did great too, especially as witnesses."

And they laughed. All three of them. In this house on Loufu, where duty and service were inseparable from everyday life, a small miracle had occurred, more significant than any battles or victories. Their little girl's first step. The first step towards a big life.

And all that remained was to carefully preserve this moment in their memories.

An unusual silence hung in the main car of the Astral Express – not a working silence, but a kind of enchanted one. On the floor, wrapped in a blanket with planets, sat a little boy, attentively looking ahead. His warm, clear eyes shone in the lamplight.

He wasn't even a year old, and Dan Heng had maintained his usual composure throughout – calm, even aloof. Still the same reserved and silent man, except that his gaze softened when he looked at the boy.

"He's going to walk now," his beloved said softly, leaning on Dan Heng's knee. A tender excitement trembled in her voice.

"Too early," he replied calmly, but his lips twitched almost imperceptibly. "Although he is stubborn. Like you."

"Like us," she corrected with a smile.

In the corridor behind them, Himeko quietly appeared with a mug of coffee, and Welt, with his hands clasped behind his back. March 7th, intrigued, sat down nearby, holding her breath. Even Pom-Pom peeked out from around the corner.

"Look at them, like they're watching the discovery of a new galaxy," Himeko murmured, smirking.

The little boy whimpered, and then, as if sensing support, he unsteadily rose to his feet. He swayed forward – and Dan Heng involuntarily leaned forward, his hand twitched… but he restrained himself. He needed to let him try on his own.

The first step. The second. An uncertain third – and he fell right into his mother's arms. She laughed and hugged him close, and he giggled softly, content.

"He did it," she whispered, kissing the top of his head. "Dan Heng, he took his first step."

The man approached and sat down beside her. His fingers gently touched the tiny hands. His voice sounded soft:

"You stepped forward. Even if you fall – we will always be there."

Welt inclined his head slightly, and Himeko smiled.

"He's in safe hands," she said quietly.

And the little boy, unaware of how many hearts he had touched, rose again. He leaned against Dan Heng's knee, smiled… and took another step.

The evening on the Yaoqing breathed with a soft wind, carrying the delicate scent of blooming peaches and the tart aroma of medicinal herbs. In the garden, under a silken awning, Jiaoqiu, propping his cheek with his hand, watched with genuine tenderness the two tiny bundles wrestling on a blanket. His wife's footsteps sounded somewhere in the depths of the house, but he was too absorbed in his little ones to be distracted even for a moment.

His twin fox cubs. Just recently, these little ones had only just begun to lift their heads and react to sounds, and now… now something more was happening. Amazingly similar to him: ears sticking up like two fluffy petals, and tails – exactly like his own. And in their amber eyes, an elusive expression of cunning and thoughtfulness already flickered.

"Wife's genes? They probably just ran by," acquaintances would joke whenever someone noticed their striking resemblance. But he knew: inside, they had inherited both her gentleness and her strength. Everything just had its time.

The little fox, his daughter, suddenly twitched forward, as if her gaze had caught on something. Jiaoqiu leaned forward. He recognized that look. Something was about to happen.

She pulled herself up, swayed almost imperceptibly, raised her ears warily, and gripped the soft blanket tightly with her paws. Another movement – and she walked. On her tiny, still unsteady paws, as if each step was incredibly important, as if she were heading to a council of elders.

Jiaoqiu froze, and an unfamiliar warmth spread through his chest. His tail twitched involuntarily with the overwhelming emotions.

"You… walked… first."

His daughter, having no idea that she had just made a historical event in her father's eyes, squeaked happily, swayed slightly, but kept her balance. And then she stepped again – straight towards his knees. Jiaoqiu carefully picked her up and hugged her tightly to his chest.

"She did it…" his wife's voice sounded, as she came out of the house with eyes wet with happiness.

He only nodded, not taking his eyes off his daughter. And he didn't even think of making a joke. No irony, no habitual sly smirk. There was no room for pretense in this moment.

The next day, everything repeated itself. Almost.

The little fox cub, his son, had been sitting on the rug since morning, his cheeks puffed out in displeasure. His tail twitched nervously, his ears were flattened. He watched his sister, who was already striding around the room, basking in smiles and affectionate words.

Jiaoqiu, stirring a decoction in a pot, noticed this tension and chuckled to himself.

"Ah, you little envious one…"

As if hearing his thoughts, his son twitched, wiggled his legs, and suddenly… jumped up. Well, as much as possible with still wobbly legs.

His first steps were sharp, jerky. He wasn't walking towards his father, not towards his sister. He was just walking forward. As if this world had long been in his power.

"Whoa," Jiaoqiu could only exhale, standing up. "Stubborn one."

His wife laughed when she saw this. Light and laughter spread through the house, filling the space with a warmth that couldn't be found in any alchemical concoction.

Jiaoqiu sat down next to his son, gently touching his shoulder with his palm.

"Walking is just the beginning," he whispered. "It will be harder further on. But you won't back down, will you?"

His son looked up at him. And, without making a sound, just flicked his tail and wobbled further.

Jiaoqiu couldn't take his eyes off him. His two little foxes. Two sparks – one calm, but with a firm inner core. The other – bright, quick-tempered, and daring. He knew: this house was now forever filled with life.

He was a healer, an advisor, a cunning fox from Yaoqing. But now he was a father. And no flame in the universe could compare to what he felt, watching his children take their first steps into a big future.

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #dan heng #dan heng x reader #jiaoqiu x reader #jiaoqiu

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mochinomnoms · 2 months ago

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why were you digging? what did you bury, before those hands pulled me from the earth?

art by wolfythewitch

Hozier lyrics in which they embody when loving you.

multi x gn!reader

[tw/cw} - some of the lyrics are gendered, few suggestive parts

[note] - i forgot i had this drafted for a while lol anyways only romantic vibes cause i couldnt find satisfactory lyrics for grim and ortho :( i also was gonna add the halloweenie boys but then it wouldnt have been evenly split and i didnt want that lol

[edit] - I FORGOT AZUL IM SORRY AZULITO FORGIVE ME—

"I know who I am when I'm alone/I'm something else when I see you" - It Will Come Back

He's always been sure of who he is and how he presents himself. He has an image that he must uphold, his reputation is dependent on it. Yet, that perfectly sculpted person comes crumbling down, firm marble turned into malleable clay with you. He should be appalled by the very idea of someone having so much hold over him, yet he can't bring himself to care. You see through him, and it's addicting. You see through him, but still show him kindness, and it's addicting. You see through him, still show him kindness, even knowing just what thoughts he has of you at night, and it's addicting. He has an addiction, and you're his drug of choice. There is no rehab for getting him off of you, once he's hooked he's never letting go of the high that you are. Then again, if you knew just who he really is, perhaps the addiction was mutual.

Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper

"We lay here for years or for hours/So long, we'd become the flowers" - In a Week

He is admittedly a simple man, even if he might portray or say he desires otherwise. But deep down, he is very simple: he'd like to be with you forever, that's it. Laying in the grass, the sounds of cicadas and birds singing, the smell of dewy grass and freshly bloomed flowers, all of that with you would be his dream. He hopes that you two will live a long life together, that your graves will be one, your bodies decomposing together into the earth as nature intended. You hope that centuries into the future, some bright-eyed archaeologists will see the patch of flowers growing over your grave and dig to find your two skeletons intertwined. You both hope that theories and myths are created in the image of your long gone bodies so that the memory of your love will live forever on.

Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl, Rook Hunt, Silver

"She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily/Better yet, she wouldn't care" - Jackie & Wilson

Loud and impulsive to a fault is how most would describe him, and really he should care more about the problems this causes. He should, but why when you take him as he is, flaws and all? To you, the impulsivity, his loud mouth, his rash nature, his bluntness, they weren't flaws—they were him and you love him. And he loves you—for all your naivete, doting, and enabling ways. If there's trouble to be found, it's likely you're both involved: you chasing after him as he goes of. Is it naive to think that this sort of relationship won't eventually burst into flames? Probably. Is it a bit toxic if you were to look at your relationship critically? Probably. But he doesn't care (even if he normally would or should), and neither do you. Instead, for just a bit, you indulge in the present, rather than the past or future. Just for a bit

Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt

"You're bright as the morning, soft as the rain/Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape" - Too Sweet

Something about you is just a bit off-putting: you're a bit too put together, too cheery, too sweet for someone in your situation. It's more off-putting to him that he's drawn to you anyways. Part of him holds himself back, as he's a realist at heart. One day, any day now, you can go back home, where your sweetness rightfully belongs. Part of him though wants to that sweetness, make it rightfully his and his alone. It's why he can't keep himself away from you, he'd rather defile you, ruin you for anyone else so that you'd have no choice but to come running back to him for that sweet satisfaction that only he can provide. You're not stupid though, you know just what he's doing; lucky for him, you're happy to let him age you into a fine wine, made just for his taste.

Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Lilia Vanrouge

"Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I" - Francesca

You have ingrained your very being into his own. The sight, the sound thought of you has him yearning for your touch in ways that would put a god to shame. But Eros had no role in his love for you. Since he's met you, somehow you've managed to core out a space in his heart in the shape of your body. Without you, he'd be empty. Without you, he'd be devastated, experiencing an anguish that would kill his very soul. His love is so strong, so overwhelming, so earth-shattering that he'd alter the very laws of the universe just to keep you with him. Could you even bring yourself to deny him if the choice to leave ever came? You have him in the palm of your hand, like a god with their worshipper. You'll be a merciful and loving god to your devotee, won't you?

Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

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nemisuki · 5 months ago

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Just Smile

Idol AU | Attending yet another group signing event has developed into a routine. But what you’re looking forward to most is speaking to your favorite member of the group. And seems like he expects you too. Being a fan since his debut has always been so rewarding.

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, no manga spoilers, no nsfw, pure fluff, protective bkg, minor jealousy, silly moments, extroverted reader, open to interpretation, can be just platonic or romance, 2.1k word count

"Next!"

The smile on her face brightens as she approaches the table. Clutching the brown gift bag in her arms as she follows the staff member. A routine she’s gotten used to by now.

She takes a seat in front of the desk, her gaze landing on the person across from her.

Unable to hide her emotions, she begins to laugh at his facial expression when he sees her.

"What's with the giggles huh?" he rolls his eyes, already grabbing a sharpie and twisting the cap off with expertise.

"Well hello to you too! And I'm laughing because you look extra grumpy today. Hang in there Bakugo, you still have about an hour left or so!"

"I ain’t grumpy, stupid. Just that a extra gave me a plushie with a damn camera in it, creepy fucks" he mumbles with furrowed brows as he starts signing group merchandise for her.

Obvious disgust in his tone at the whole situation.

Her eyes soften in a sympathetic gaze at his words, "Gosh I’m sorry about that. But I'm glad you found out quickly, who knows if they put a tracker in it."

"Don't apologize for the freak, we're used to it" he replies with a dismissive wave of his hand, giving her the signed goodies a few seconds later.

He stares at her as she takes the items with a bright smile, "You know I watched the music video like 100 million times when it first came out a week ago! Your stylist did amazing for the other members, but that jacket you had? Stunning!"

"Hmph piece of shit was hard to dance in though. So��. you gonna hand over whatever is in the bag or what?"

Deciding to tease him a little, she shrugs her shoulders and hums, "Sorry but this isn't for you it's for someone else."

For a split second, she can see surprise take over his face. She could only watch as his facial reactions grow more sour at the implication of her words.

"The fuck?" he crosses his arms, mentally listing off possible reasons on why she didn't get him anything this time. Unknowing to the bitter facial expression that just took over him.

If it's one thing he's confident in, it's that she'll bring him gifts at every fan signing event.

Sure she always brings the other idols of the group some goodies too but, Y/N always brings him extra.

Because he's her bias.

Of course he’s her favorite.

So what gives?

His red eyes are practically drilling holes in that brown bag she's holding. As if it committed a crime right in front of him.

Seeing a clear sign of jealousy from the blonde, she bursted into laughter and began pulling the items out.

"I'm just teasing, relax! I got you some spicy snacks, and yes before you ask, the spiciest level I could find."

She slides over the assortment of chips and candies towards him. To which he takes and analyzes them, not forgetting to send a mini glare her way due to her little joke.

Despite that, the previous tension in his body seems to fade away.

"Oh guess what! I finally managed to collect every one of your photocards, can you sign my album?" she says, proudly taking out the small book with her prized collection inside.

"Do I even wanna know how much you wasted on all these?" he grumbles, flipping through the pages.

Frankly he is shocked she managed to get them all. He constantly refuses to do such ‘outrageous’ things. But his contract always manages to be used against him.

He wasn’t one too back down however.

Hence after many arguments with management, he settled by having his specific photocards become harder to find than any other member. Only releasing a limited amount to the public.

The blonde takes notice of the small decorations she put throughout the small binder. Stickers and past ticket receipts glued onto some of the pages. Even some confetti from their concerts were stapled on there.

It's the thought of her picking up confetti from the stadium floor that has him stifling a laugh in his hand. His shoulders shaking from hidden amusement.

Her eyes slightly widen in shock, it's not often he's so carefree like this. Especially driven to the point of laughter.

But she's thankful to whatever deity is on her side today.

Before he seemed a bit irritated due to the prior fan experience. At least now he's lightened up.

"Wha- hey don't laugh! I had to fight someone on ebay for the special christmas edition card you know!" she adds on, hoping to prolong his cheerful attitude.

"You're so stupid" he mutters under his small chuckles, finally getting a grip after a few seconds. His neutral expression back on his face, but his relaxed posture says otherwise.

His fingers point to the reason for his good spirits, "Why the hell did you staple these flimsy pieces of confetti in here? The color is starting to fade."

"Oh thattttt, it's from your group's first concert when you debuted! I had to keep something to remember that day!"

As he listens to her words, he flips back to the first page, beginning to sign the album with extra precision. Making sure it looks neat in between the silly decorations.

She's the first one to achieve the completed album after all.

Y/N was definitely one of his first fans since the group debuted.

It's been years since they met at the group's earliest fan events. Honestly it has gotten to the point where he looks for her in the crowd of every concert and event they host these days.

He knows she'll be there. She always is.

Hell, the girl even made a fan account for him. He even dropped a follow a long time ago. Which to this date, is the only other account outside of his group members, that he follows.

Bakugo can still remember the way she showed up to the fan event the next day, practically bawling her eyes out and thanking him.

Her eyes were so puffy and it was a hilarious sight to him.

Somehow everything she does was unpredictable.

"1 more minute"

The group manager reminds everyone.

Bakugo simply rolls his eyes at the pestering voice nearby. Y/N now pouting at the reminder, "I swear the time gets shorter at every fan event!"

"The more fans, the shorter the time. You know this already."

"Hmph I remember when it used to be 5 minutes not 3!"

He hums in acknowledgment. Today was a rare occasion, usually he’d outright refuse to join the other members in events like these.

Though he doesn't mind the time being shortened, some fans are too much or don't even talk at all.

Too intimidated to speak one on one with him compared to the other members.

Not like he was much of a talker in the first place.

But Bakugo would be lying if he said he didn't want more time with her specifically, "You're coming to the next concert right?"

"Of course!" she shouts out, giving him a look like he’s crazy for even thinking she wouldn’t go.

He gives her a small nod while grabbing the snacks from earlier. Putting them under his desk to save for later, "What row?"

"Front row this time~" she says squealing with delight, taking out her phone to show him.

He looks at her screen as she leans over the desk so he can have a better look.

Out of the corner of his eye, he notices his bodyguard tensing, clearly wondering if he should intervene.

The blonde simply lifts his hand up to stop him. To which the guard obeys and stays put.

His gaze goes back on her phone, taking a mental note of what seat number she was gonna be in, "Best view huh?"

"Mhm gotta film for insta! All your fans want me to do a close up fan cam for the new songs. So do your best!"

"Tch I always do amazing, ya idiot" he huffs in her direction.

"30 seconds"

Y/N's smile returns as she holds up her phone, "Before I go, can I get a photo with you Bakugo? It's for your fans, pretty pleaseeeee?"

He groans at her request, he frequently denies such demands from fans but for her-

"Then open the damn camera already. We don’t have much time" he grumbles towards her.

She giggles at his blunt response and quickly scrolls to open her camera app. Clicking the front facing feature and holding up the phone so they can both fit in the frame.

He doesn't move to pose at all. Just sitting there as he stares at the camera with crossed arms over his chest.

Looking like a statue.

"Aw c'mon, what's with that stoic look? No smile?" she teases while holding in another laugh.

"You're a damn pain" he says, seemingly annoyed but leaning over the table, much to her surprise.

He is considerably close now, staring at the camera as he sticks out the middle finger.

She takes the photo before she can register his pose, then dramatically gasps, "Bakugo! You'll get in trouble! Do another pose, I can't post that!"

"Tch the fuck else am I supposed to do? I ain't doing no damn peace sign."

"Oh! Here, do this!" she uses her other hand to form half a heart, looking at him expectantly to copy her moves.

He stares at the hand gesture, clearly confused, then copies it while staring at the camera, "the hell is this?"

She puts her hand against his, making a full heart as she shines a bright smile, then snapping pics not a moment later.

He finally seems to notice the shape and gives her a small frown, "You're a piece of shit."

"Pftttt this is why you need to be on social media more, or you wouldn't have fallen for it!" she begins cackling as she looks back at the series of photos. His confused look morphing into one of irritation.

"Take another one, dumbass!"

"Aghhhh fine fine!"

She cuts him some slack and goes to take another one. Now posing with a small finger heart aimed towards the camera.

He stares at her for a few seconds, seemingly in thought.

Then abruptly, deciding to rest his chin on her shoulder. Looking at the camera with a calm expression.

Y/N clicks the button and snaps the photo.

Frankly a bit shy at his pose selection.

She didn’t even have time to address it since the fans who'd been seated, already began getting up to rotate to the next idol.

He seems to notice how quiet she got and bites back a knowing grin, lifting his head off her shoulder and ruffling her hair.

Guess she’ll always be a fangirl at heart huh. Despite how long they’ve known each other.

"I'll see you at the concert then" he mutters in a softer voice, that only a rare few get to hear.

He's not a man of many words at events such as these, but his eyes speak for themselves. Those red eyes are so piercing that she has to look away for a second to register her words.

A bashful smile takes on her face as she nods, "Mhm I'll see you!"

She slowly gets up and waves bye to him before walking away, sitting at the other spot with another one of the members.

His gaze lingers on her for a moment, the sound of approaching footsteps making him snap out of his daydream.

The group manager speaks from behind, "Bakugo, you already know the rules. You should refrain from touching your fans-"

"Her name is Y/N" the blonde swiftly states, interrupting whatever nonsense the other man was gonna say.

"And no need to lecture me like I'm a rookie. I never touch fans in the first place” he looks back at the guy with a harsh glare, threatening him to continue.

"Yes I am aware. But with that girl.."

"She's the exception."

The manager's eyes immediately filled with disbelief, looking at Bakugo for further clarification. He was always a bit softer with that girl in particular. But he never confronted the blonde about it till now.

Bakugo simply gets his sharpie out for the next approaching fan, seemingly unbothered by his previous statement.

"Oh and don't call her a fan either. She's more than that."

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

“-and post!”

A yawn escapes her a few seconds later and she soon decides to call it a night.

She lays down in the comfort of her own bed, resting her head on the plush pillow. Sleeping with a peaceful expression on her face.

Unknowing to the uproar happening on social media.

Katsuki Bakugo was trending online.

The reason? You’re photo with him.

✦ ⎯⎯⋆ ˚｡⋆ ୨ masterlist || taglist || intro || socials ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆⎯⎯ ✦

a/n ||| This is inspired by my current fixation! Recently I’ve been trying to get into kpop to see what the hype was about. Someone recommended TXT for a beginner like myself so I started binge watching their videos for about 2 weeks now. I’m still a massive newbie tho so I’m unfamiliar with lots of stuff regarding kpop. But all the members seem so sweet omg I already love them hehe (also they’re all so pretty like what the hell are those genetics? I’m jealous asf)

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lianwifyofkokushibo · 1 month ago

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Demon slayer Headcanons

The characters : Genya Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Kokushibo, Muzan Kibutsuji, Rengoku Kyojuro.

Here’s how I think they will be with a shy girl!

Genya Shinazugawa

Awkward but protective.

Genya is not great with words, so dealing with a shy lover is both adorable and nerve-wracking for him. He won't always know what to say, but he's super protective and will always make sure she's comfortable.

If she gets flustered easily, he blushes just as much and stammers through conversations.

He won't push her to talk or open up quickly, but if someone makes her uncomfortable, he gets defensive immediately.

If she ever gets too shy to ask for something, he might just hand her things without asking, figuring out what she needs before she has to say it. CUTE

Giyuu Tomioka

Gentle, patient, and understanding.

Giyuu knows what it's like to be quiet and reserved, so he never pressures his shy lover into talking or doing things she's uncomfortable with.

He's not a man of many words, but his actions speak for him. If she's struggling to say something, he'll just wait calmly for her to finish, never rushing her.

If she gets flustered, he acts like he doesn't notice to make it easier for her-but deep down, he finds it endearing.

He's the type to silently reach out and hold her hand when she's nervous instead of using words to reassure her.

Kokushibo

Intimidating but unexpectedly patient.

Kokushibo is not an easy man to read, and at first, his presence alone might make his shy lover even more nervous. He's tall, quiet, and intense, so she might feel like she needs to be careful around him.

However, despite his cold exterior, he's incredibly patient and doesn't mind her shyness at all. He's used to silence and doesn't need constant conversation.

He notices the small things-if she's struggling to make eye contact, if her hands shake when speaking, or if she hesitates before reaching for something.

If she's too shy to ask for something, he'll simply give it to her without a word, making it clear he pays attention.

He won't outright comfort her with words, but his presence alone is solid and grounding— she'll feel protected even without him saying anything.

Muzan Kibutsuji

Teasing, controlling, and oddly possessive.

Muzan finds her shyness amusing. He's the type to push her just to see how flustered she gets. If she avoids eye contact, he tilts her chin up. If she stammers, he watches with an amused smirk.

However, her shyness also fuels his possessiveness. He hates the idea of someone else getting too close to her or making her uncomfortable.

If she's too shy to ask for his attention, he enjoys making her work for it-but if he senses genuine distress, he becomes dangerously protective.

Even though he teases her, he expects her to stay close. If she ever tries to pull away from his touch, he'll grab her wrist and pull her right back. I’d cry

kyojuro Rengoku

Encouraging, warm, and endlessly patient.

Rengoku is a burst of sunshine, and he's incredibly understanding of a shy lover. He's the type to hype her up in the gentlest way possible.

If she struggles to speak, he gives her the warmest smile and reassures her with soft words.

He's not overbearing-he gives her all the space she needs—but he also makes sure she knows she's valued and loved.

If she blushes or gets nervous, he finds it adorable but never makes fun of her for it.

The type to gently take her hand and say, "There's no need to be nervous! I'm right here!". Sweet guy

that’s all very thank you for reading ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

#kokushibo #kokushibo demon slayer #muzan #kokushibo x reader #muzan x reader #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer #demon oc #genya shinazugawa #kny genya #genya x reader #demon slayer genya #kny sanemi #giyuu tomioka #kny giyuu #demon slayer giyuu #kimetsu giyuu #giyuu x reader

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hello-gloomy · 3 months ago

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Hello idk if you're taking requests right now or not. If you are, could I get a xeno or stanley one. You can decide what you wanna write about. THANK YOU!!!

Initially I was gonna do some horny shit for this but decided on somin cute instead and perfect timing for Valentines Day too! (Maybe next time ;p)

Also I hope u don't mind I did this as a poly I couldn't choose one or the other.

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Passenger plane

XenoStan x Fem!Reader

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Description: Our favorite doctor and soldier have a special day marked down on the calendar and head to the coast to see if it is genuinely the day they hope it is. A few of their coworkers tag along to see what the fuss is about.

Warnings: Mild angst, kissing, touching, maybe OOC, poly relationship, cursing, religion jokes, dark humor, slight mention of violence.

A/N: Man, this idea kept me awake, so now I'm writing this with an energy drink and a macaroon for breakfast.

Words: 1,404

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"And just where do the two of you think you're going?" Gen stops Stanley and Xeno with his line of questioning. The men in question stop way down the hall, let, letting the split-haired catch up to them.

"Out to the coast," Xeno told him curtly while Stanley sighed through his nose at Gen's noseyness.

"Without supervision?"

"You're more than welcome to join us." Xeno offered while Stanley walked ahead; Gen shrugged his arms and decided to follow. While walking to their destination, Senku, Chrome, Kohaku, and Ukyo somehow managed to tag along with a little complaint from the original two traversers of the trip. Walking along the natural path to the long coastline, Stanley continued watching the sky while Xeno conversed with his fellow scientists. Xeno took notice of his companion's subtle anxiousness and strayed away from his group to go over to the soldier.

"Hey," he started by bumping Stanley's shoulder, and he returned the gesture by grabbing the doctor's hand.

"Hey, yourself."

"She'll be there, " he told the taller man quietly, rubbing his thumb over his partner's enclosed hand. Stanley nodded while blowing out some smoke. When they arrived at the beach, the group had quieted down and was waiting for something. Finally, one of the younger members decided to break the silence.

"So, Uh, what are we here for exactly?" Chrome asked while glancing around the empty beach. Xeno and Stanley looked at each other before Xeno decided to answer his question.

"Today is an important occasion for us, " he told the boy, with nothing else to add to his unhelpful answer. Senku rolled his eyes and started walking closer to the water. Stanley went to watch the skies again, and some of the others followed suit. Ukyo perked up and looked in a specific direction.

"Another plane?"

"If we get invaded, I might just eriouslysay commit murder." Gen huffed out. A lovely white and silver plane started to descend from the clouds, lowering closer to the water and beginning to slow down as it hit the water, gliding until it was at the land. Not entirely stopped yet, the cockpit bursts open, and a person hops out of the still-landing plane, running straight toward the group. You rip off your goggles, and they crash to the ground while you're still running to the two men you haven't seen in such a long time; your eyes start to blur from the tears, but through the blurriness, from your eyes, you make out Stanley holding his arms open and outwards to you. Just a few steps away from him, you launch into his arms with a call of his and Xeno's names; he catches you in his arms, giving you a spin to balance out the rest of the motion you hit his body with. He drops you to the land, and your laughter fills the air, and pure happiness radiates off of you; when Stan lets go of you, you crush Xeno in a hug next, almost knocking him off his feet; he pets your hair and kisses your forehead affectionately.

"A dangerously elegant landing, my darling." Xeno teases while Stanley comes over to clap you on the back in agreement. You can already guess the fussing he'll give you later at how you could have potentially hurt yourself.

"Will someone explain?" Gen asks as he speaks for the rest of the speechless group. Senku and Chrome bolt over to check out the plane you had landed, much more interested in that than you.

"She went out two and a half years earlier to scout overseas for other Stone world survivors." Stanley begins to explain while you press your head against his back, taking the smell of your blonde lover in.

"We had contact with her at the start of her trip but lost contact a few months later. She told us an estimated time she would return; that was all we had left from her before all communications were gone for the next year and a half." While you move from behind Stanley, Xeno looks over the new people who joined your group in your absence. Stanley gives a half-interested introduction to everyone present; said group gives you a warm greeting, which you return equally as kind.

"And those to crack heads over there are Chrome and Senku." Stanley finishes. You all turn to look at the mentioned idiots, and your heart jumps at them, peeking inside your air-born home.

"Don't break anything!" You shout to them as you rush to the plane; the rest of the group follows. You get barraged with questions about the plane, how far you traveled, and if you met anyone else.

"I met a bunch of religious fanatics while in the north," You tell them while digging around and pulling out a battered bible as proof.

"They were going on about the 'second coming of Jesus' or something like that. They got pissed when I told them it was probably just aliens." You give Chrome the book, he flips a few pages, and his face cringes after the first few. You dig deeper through your things and pull out a few other things.

"They tried burning me too; I set them on fire first, though." You tell them proudly, getting a few horrified looks from the newer members but a nod from Stanley at you striking them first.

"Funny enough, while I was in Europe, some of the gothic architecture from our time was still in pretty good shape." You hand Senku a rock from some of the fallen pieces of the structure you mentioned.

"I also found a second version of the Silk Roads." You pull out multiple articles of clothing, jewelry, and even books. You pull out a wrapped item, hand it to Stanley, and tell him to open it later.

"Oh! There was a group of people I ran into that found out how to un-petrify people." You say with triumph, but your face screws up when no one seems all that impressed.

"Hate to break it to ya, but we already beat you to it," Senku tells you with a smirk, and your face drops.

"Nitric acid."

"Wow, so there's more than one method." Your smile returns, and everyone else drops their smiles at your statement.

"They used sodium nitrate to break the stone." You take out a stoned bird and a small vile, pour the liquid on the bird, and wait a few minutes before the cracking starts. Everyone watches as the bird flies away, small pieces of stone left in place of the once immobile bird.

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"We can finish discussing your miraculous adventures back at home." Xeno decides for everyone: Stanley and Ukyo help you with your bags while leaving your plane for later retrieval; Senku returns to pestering Xeno for more details on the aircraft while you stick close to Stanley and admire Xeno's newfound laxness.

You are now caught up on everything and, later in the evening, return to your shared home with your lovers; the two men sit on the shared bed, conversing quietly while watching you shoot around the room, letting yourself adjust to your home again. When finished, you come over with Xeno's gift and tell Stanley he can open his. They both open their gifts: Stanley gets a beautiful crystal knife, and Xeno gets a wonderfully crafted gramophone with a vinyl to go along with it.

"It's just a duet of a violin and a piano. Sorry, I couldn't get anything more modern." You tell him as you mess with your nails; he tilts your face upwards, caressing along your jaw before touching your foreheads together. Stanley lies backward against the pillows while doing tricks with his new weapon.

"It's pleasant, my dear, and a remarkable gift from you." He whispers to you. He sets the record up before setting it down on the side table and moves you to lay between him in Stanley. They smoosh you in close and start to pet you while the music plays in the background. You warm up from their touches, and they shift to add kisses to the mix, making you murmur shyly in response.

"You gave us such nice gifts; allow us to return the favor," Stanley whispers in your ear before biting your neck. You were immensely happy to be home with the two dear people you love the most.

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btsstraykidsateez · 8 days ago

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For The Sake Of Argument.-Hyunjin.(NSFW.)

Dirty talk, pussy eating, fingering, blowjobs, he calls her a slut once but it’s consensual, missionary, unsafe sex, creampie.

If there was one thing you could watch for the rest of your life, it’d be your boyfriend moving his body the way he did. It didn’t matter what he was doing but it always seemed he was able to show off his muscles, his abs, toned legs and thighs. He wasn’t even trying to. He was just naturally fit and you were blessed to be the only girl seeing it in your private moments in the house you shared with him.

He was currently shirtless, wearing a pair of loose shorts that hung low on his hips. His vline was visible and the soft hairs leading to his cock were noticeable. Or, they were noticeable to you. They wouldn’t be noticeable to anyone else but you had the pure blessing of living with him and being able to stare at him in a way no one else ever could. You noticed everything about him.

Even his growing pubes that you loved. You didn’t mind when he shaved because he was soft and you could feel everything, but when he let his hair grow it made you feel like a weak woman. The sweat, the smell, the enchanting feeling of burying your face against his cock and feeling the hair on your skin always made you so wet.

Just as the thought of it was currently doing. And the man was only cooking dinner.

“You look so sexy.” You say, not even meaning to say it loud. You were just thinking it and found the words spilling out of your mouth.

He looks up from the counter and grins at you, “Yeah? Me cooking dinner is sexy?”

“Well yes but you in general are just sexy.” You reply, smiling at him.

He puts the knife down and walks over to kiss you, “It always does a man’s ego good when a sexy woman calls him sexy.”

You blush at his words, “You’re the sexy one in this relationship.”

He chuckles and wraps his arms around you, "That's a lie. You don't know how sexy you are, sweetheart. I tell you what, when we are finished with dinner I'll carry you to our bedroom and show you just how sexy I think you are."

Your face flushes at his words, heat racing between your thighs. You grab his arms, "You better keep your word."

He smiles and pushes your hair back out of your face, "I promise, sweetheart. I'll never pass up the chance to take you to bed and ravish you."

You playfully shove him, "Go finish dinner before we end up having sex in the kitchen."

"It wouldn't be the first time." He laughs, patting your ass, "But you're right. I need to feed my girlfriend so she'll have energy for me to fuck her brains out."

You shove him away but he just laughs due to how red your face is. He happily returns to cooking and occasionally teases you with suggestive gestures and you can only groan and hide your face, the sound of his laughter and amused voice echoing in your ears but warming your heart.

By the time dinner was over your thighs felt like they were drenched due to how turned on you were. They were sweating due to how tight you had them clenched and your arousal only added to the mess on your skin.

He stood up from the table and held out his hand, "Time to show my girlfriend just how sexy she is."

You put your hand in his and stood on shaky knees. He looked down at your legs and laughed at how they were positioned. It was obvious you were clenching them and your knees were turned in facing one another as if you were trying to hold your bladder. He knew you too well and absolutely knew that you were wet.

"I did my job and I haven't even touched you yet."

"Shut up."

He laughed and swooped you up in his arms, "Hold on tight, spider monkey."

"No more Twilight for you!" You laugh, the sound turning into a squeal as he starts running towards the bedroom.

He bursts through the bedroom door, kicking it shut behind him. You squeal again, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he tosses you gently onto the bed. The impact makes you bounce slightly, and you can't help but giggle at his playful antics.

He crawls onto the bed, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. "You know, I've been thinking about this all day," he says, his voice low and husky. "About how I was going to make you feel."

You bite your lip, your breath hitching as he leans in closer. "And what were you thinking?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smirks, his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw before moving down to your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "I was thinking about how soft your skin feels," he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours. "About how you taste. About how you moan my name when I'm inside you."

Your body responds instantly, a wave of heat washing over you. You reach up, your hands tangling in his hair as you pull him closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, teasing and tantalizing, while his hands roam over your body, tracing every curve.

He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, nibbling and sucking gently. You gasp, your back arching as he continues his exploration, his hands sliding under your shirt to cup your breasts. Your nipples harden under his touch, and you can feel the wetness between your thighs growing.

He lifts his head, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to taste you," he growls, his hands moving to your shorts. He quickly pulls them down along with your panties. You lift your hips to help him, your breath coming in short gasps.

He settles between your thighs, his hands pushing them apart gently. You can feel his breath on your sensitive flesh, and you shiver in anticipation. He looks up at you, his eyes locked onto yours as he leans in, his tongue flicking out to taste you.

"You're so fucking wet," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "I love how your pussy glistens for me." He runs his tongue along your slit, savoring your taste. "You taste so sweet, like honey. I could eat you out all day."

You moan, your hands fisting the sheets as he begins to lick and suck, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles. He slides a finger inside you, then another, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his tongue. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel your orgasm building quickly.

"Your pussy is so beautiful," he growls, his fingers pumping in and out of you. "It's like it was made for my tongue and cock." He looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust.

He dips his head back down, his tongue lapping at your clit. "I love how you squirm when I do this," he teases, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

You gasp, your hips bucking against his mouth. "Don't stop," you plead, your voice breathy. "Please, don't stop."

He doesn't. He continues his torture, his fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony. "I'm going to make you cum so hard," he promises, his voice muffled against your flesh. "And I'm going to lap up every drop of your juices."

His words send a shockwave of pleasure through your body. You can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as he continues his assault. "That's it," he encourages, his thumb circling your clit faster. "Cum for me. Show me how much you love my tongue on your pussy."

Your body responds instantly, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You cry out his name, your body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. He groans, his fingers never stopping their relentless pace, drawing out your orgasm until you're a panting, trembling mess.

He looks up at you, a satisfied smirk on his face. "That was beautiful," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. He crawls up your body, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on him, and it only serves to heighten your arousal.

He breaks the kiss, his hands moving to his shorts. He quickly sheds them, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He settles between your thighs, his tip pressing against your entrance. "I need to be inside you," he growls, his voice low and primal.

"Please, baby." You whisper, your legs wrapping around his waist.

He pushes into you, his cock filling you completely. You moan, your body stretching to accommodate him. He begins to move, his hips thrusting against yours in a steady rhythm.

The room fills with the sound of your moans and the slapping of flesh against flesh. He leans down, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You can feel another orgasm building, your body tensing as he continues his assault.

"Your pussy feels so good," he groans, his voice strained. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with love and lust. "I love you so much."

His words send a wave of emotion through you. You reach up, your hands cupping his face. "I love you too," you whisper. He smiles, his hips never stopping their relentless pace.

"Cum for me," he commands, his voice low and demanding. "I want to feel you cum around my cock."

His words are all it takes. Your body tenses, and then you're crashing over the edge again, your orgasm ripping through you like a storm. He groans, his body tensing as he finds his own release, his cock pulsing inside you, shooting his cum deep inside.

He collapses on top of you, his body slick with sweat. You wrap your arms around him, your fingers tracing patterns on his back. He lifts his head, a satisfied smile on his face.

"That was amazing," he murmurs, his lips finding yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

"You're amazing," You whisper, your fingers tangling in his hair. He smiles, his eyes soft as he looks at you.

"So are you," he says, his voice filled with love. He rolls off you, pulling you into his arms. You snuggle against him, your body still humming with pleasure.

As you lie there, your body pressed against his, you can't help but feel content. This is what you live for - these moments of pure, unadulterated bliss. And you know, without a doubt, that you are the luckiest woman in the world.

"When I get my energy I'll repay you for eating my pussy by sucking your cock." You promise.

He groans, "Hurry up and get energy."

You laugh and push him to his back before moving between his legs. "I'm about to drain you of all the energy you have left," You promise, your voice low and sultry.

He spreads his legs, giving you a clear view of his cock. It's messy with cum, glistening under the soft light of the room, but you can tell he's not fully soft yet. The sight of it sends a thrill through you, a mix of desire and anticipation. You lean in, your breath hot against his sensitive skin.

"You're already hardening for me," You tease, your fingers gently tracing the length of his shaft. "Such a greedy cock."

He groans, his hips lifting slightly off the bed. "It's all for you," he says, his voice strained. "Always for you, baby."

You smile, your tongue flicking out to lick the remnants of his cum from his tip. He tastes salty and sweet, a heady combination that makes your mouth water. You take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around his shaft as you begin to suck.

"Fuck," he hisses, his hands fisting the sheets. "Your mouth feels so good."

You hum in response, the vibration sending shivers through his body. You take him deeper, your head bobbing up and down as you suck and lick, your tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. You can feel him hardening more, his cock filling your mouth completely.

"You're such a good little cocksucker," he groans, his hips bucking slightly. "You know exactly how to drive me wild."

You pull off him with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. "I want to make you feel good," You say, your voice breathy. "I want to taste every inch of you."

He groans, his hands reaching out to tangle in your hair. "Then do it," he commands, his voice low and demanding. "Suck my cock like the dirty little slut you are."

His words send a wave of heat through your body. You take him back into your mouth, your head moving faster as you suck and lick with renewed vigor. You can feel his cock hitting the back of your throat, and you relax, taking him deeper still.

"Fuck, yes," He groans, his hips moving in time with your mouth. "Just like that. You're going to make me cum so hard."

You moan around his cock, the vibration sending shivers through his body. You can feel his cock pulsing, his body tensing as he gets closer to the edge. You reach up, your hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently in your palm.

"Fuck," he hisses, his body jerking. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum down your throat."

His words send a thrill through you. You suck harder, your head bobbing faster as you bring him to the edge. He groans, his body tensing as he cums, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he fills it with his hot, salty cum. You swallow every drop, your tongue licking him clean as he rides out his orgasm.

He collapses back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

You look up at him, a satisfied smile on your face. "Did I repay you enough?" You ask, your voice teasing.

He laughs, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek. "More than enough," he says, his voice filled with love. "You always do."

"Does this mean I'm right when I say you're sexier than me?" You ask, teasing.

He grins as you crawl back up his body, "I still think you're the sexier one, baby, but if we have to keep having sex to argue this then I have no complaints."

You giggle, "Sex is the best form of arguing then."

"I'm going to start fighting you all the time." He teases.

You lean down and kiss him, "I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Forever."

You snuggle up next to him, your head resting on his chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as you both drift off to sleep, content and satisfied in each other's arms.

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foreverabby · 9 days ago

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Abby after heartbreak.

Let's tear ourselves open for a moment, shall we? A smidgen of angst, if you will.

Because this girl is tough, but God, she's a softie. She feels things so deeply. Maybe too deeply sometimes.

She's the kind of girl who'll squish a spider out of pure panic, one that got way too close to her head while she was minding her own business... and then she will sit with that guilt for the next three hours.

Not because she loves spiders. But because something died, and it didn't have to.

That's the kind of soul Abby has.

So how does she cope then, when something just doesn't pan out the way she hoped it would?

Poorly. Silently.

She doesn't talk about it, at all. Not for a while, anyway.

People around her know something is off. She lingers longer between sets and she hits harder during sparring matches. Suddenly, she's training like she's trying to burn something out of her memory but it's stuck inside her body.

Lev asks once. She only shakes her head.

Just tired.

She doesn't sleep much. She lays down and closes her eyes but it's restless. She'll get up again and pace. Hit a few pushups. The music she listens to is an audible bruise, one after the other and it lives in her ribs. But she reaches for it. Picks up a book or two. Puts them back down.

She keeps the string of text messages. Letters neatly folded in her drawer. A few photos. She can't bring herself to look at them but she doesn't throw them away either.

Eventually she breaks, and stares at them for longer than she'd like to admit.

She tells herself she's fine. Keeps busy. It wasn't that serious. We're both better off.

And then she hears their humor in someone else's voice and has to leave the room.

She channels every ounce of her ache into caring for others, maybe a patrol partner or a friend. Loving someone without the risk of vulnerability feels manageable for her in the moment.

Eventually, she lets herself cry it out.

Healing comes slowly, as everything with Abby tends to. She's not the girl to post thirst traps for attention and validation and there's no way she entertains a one night stand or filling the void with someone else.

Not when she knows it will only make it worse.

But she does start to lean on the people who love her most, even if she doesn't come out and say it.

The shift happens in small bursts.

Lev leaves a little terracotta pot on the windowsill with a packet of seeds inside. He shrugs and they don't talk about it much. But she checks it every single morning. Adjusts the blinds, giving it better access to sunlight. Pays attention to the water levels. And when the first sprout comes up... she stares at it for a long time, like it means something real.

Because it does.

It really does.

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