#so I finally get to share it. yay.
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#twewy#joshua kiryu#neku sakuraba#joshneku#happy twewversary#I drew this a couple years ago for a zine that never materialized#so I finally get to share it. yay.#I really have had the worst luck with zines lmao#teleport warning draws
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i drew (and headcanoned some of) people's courtneys. too out of it to tag the specific ppl these courtlets come from so if you see your courtlet say hi i guess? wanted to post this since i love this piece so much and i love seeing how people interpret concepts.
and a bonus featuring my own courtlet. thank you.
#pkmn#rse#oras#magma admin courtney#team magma#hiii here's the silly commentary part lol so. uh. lately ive been so out of everything lately and ive been between amazing and a mess#as i figure out my own courtney's character i've given up on a thing ive been at with for several months. ive met some good friends too.#but even as i give up that thing im still cooking up new things like me FINALLY coming up with my continuity's events and stuff YAY!!!#i really really wanna share some stuff but 1) i don't have a lot and it's hard to really discuss stuff with the way i think#2) it's been hard to draw lately. idk why. 3) im worried ppl will go after me because this story is kind of edgy to an extent and#we are far past the edgy emo dark story stuff and I'm worried ppl will chock it up to âlook into my sick and twisted mindâ and not#like. something i am happy with and love and like. want to do so much with!!! idk!!!! i wanna make a narrative that is so crazy. that is al#if anyone wants me to talk about my continuity and ESPECIALLY about my courtney please send asks i am realizing that#the loneliness and my disconnect from reality is starting to get to me and i need to think about other stuff. i just like talking to people#and bouncing off ideas and stuff. it would be fun. you guys have no idea how good of a writing exercise making your own pkmn continuity is#ANYWAYS. tldr. please please talk to me about these things. i love talking about headcanons and silly stuff. thank you.#too tired to tag with my tag. goodbye.
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the most fun thing about being under the trans umbrella is the name changes . whenever i make posts about me i would use "stories with asher" but now my names emmett . its actually so much fun bc i can see how long ive been on here . i dont remember the last time ive used the name asher but i still kept using it as my tag . no clue why but i kept it there . my first name was eren, then it was 2020 and i went down the noun for name rabbithole and it was fern, then i went to asher, then i started going by em in school (closest to b.n.) now im emmett because my friend grace started calling me emmett for fun and it sticked ! sometimes ill see friends who havent seen me in years and they'll call me asher and its HILARIOUS because its like a war flashback. i was crazy emo when i went by asher and now im fun and colorfull and silly and a major nerd! also i was obsessed with the lego movie as a kid and LOVED Emmet (first fixation) so . basically my life has made a full circle ! yay
beware of the yapping in the tags :3
#srry for rant i had to get it out there#sharing it with the class#its just . so fun#whimsical even#and whats even better is that life is great for me rn!#i finally have free time to hang out with my friends (marching bands over)#i convinced a middle schooler to join marching band as a mellophone!#adding to that#they liked the mellos vibe SO MUCH that me and my right hand man are meeting them at our local smoothie place to hang out#and teach them about marching band!#and!! we finally found out why i get so dizzy and pass out! we tested my blood sugar and came out with the conclusion that im#drumroll que#HYPOGLYCEMIC!#yay!!#like obviously not happy that i have it#but definitly glad we finally know whats wrong with me#also i think i forgot to mention that we met the middleschooler because 1) theyre friends with my brother whos in the same grade#and 2) it was a full marching band indoctrination of 8th grade band and orchestra kids#because our mb starts the summer before your freshman yesr#OH! and since the seasons over#symphonic orchestra is gonna start soon! its where the chamber orchestra(pretty much honors orchestra)#-and the most advanced band kids team up in an awsome afterschool extravaganza where we play awsome music#im first chair french horn in our wind ensamble(honors band lol) AND i was in it last year so im gaurnteed a spot!#im hoping the second horn (freshman who tried out for wind on trumpet but got in on horn) does good because the horns in the consert band...#theyre .. uhm... not the greatest.#we only have two horns in wind so im REALLY HOPING he doesnt get any horns from concert to play in aso#which he might do bc there was 4 horns last year#but also they were in wind#im just hoping he doesnt choose quantity over quality#emmett speaks!
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#periodical life updates#(<- NUMBER 3!!!) I FINISHED THE ANIMATION AND EVERYTHING FOR THAT PROJECT AND SENT IT OFF! super excited!!#it looks really cute! i tried my best and im mostly satisfied of where i landed <33#it's my little sibling's birthday today!! it's also the first official meeting of lgbt club!! (the other event was a fun lgbt mixer)#my backpack smells bad. like mildew or mold maybe? urgh its awful and gives me a headache. i might need a new one. i dont know. urghhh.#my programming homework is due today!! yike!! but other than that my personal projects with deadlines are all done!#INIQUITY NOW THAT YOU HAVE TIME ARE YOU FINALLY GONNA WORK ON YOUR SELF SHIP BLOG?? YES!! HOPEFULLY!!#truthfully i /have/ been working on it on the side. it looks decent but the colors;;; i have always been pretty sht at color picking?#i can adjust with filters but without that im like. a little not good yet lmao. gotta do some studies sometime perhaps#BUT YAY EXCITED!! ive got some rambles and doodles and a tag system and f/o info which is extremely cumbersome (affectionate)!!#also i have new fandom ocs for the latest dimension 20 campaign and im so delighted heho <33 this campaign is literally so fun.#im watching it with my sibling when its done!! OOH ALSO I FIGURED OUT HOW TO PNGTUBE AND i will likely never use it BUT COOL!!#i dont like. talk. lmao. my art streams are 1) silent 2) rare 3) only shared with my siblings. pngtuber is a little useless. but CUTE!!#i got boba tea yesterday!! sandy bought it :3 <3 and we're having pho and cheesecake later and i might plan out a little excursion today?#like i might get a treatsie. OR i'll just sit on campus as usual and get a mango smoothie and draw for a while (or work on homework.)#(lets be honest its likely the former. i might get a little back into traditional? ooh or maybe i'll practice my asl?) HEY THOUGH.#ive been thinking about making a henrey stickmn (ask)blog to practice asl? like. no plot. just henry teaching ellie and charles asl#really funny considering my Real concept of an askblog for THSC. not ace or eca; but a secret third thing (â) ;)#then again since when have i EVER followed through on an askblog lmao?? damb im all over the place today. we're already hitting tag limit#okay!! 3 AM!! if im going early tomorrow i gotta eep! goodnight everyone i love you!! see you tomorrow if i have the energy and time!!
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Tales of Suspense (1959) #75
#yay this run is finally picking up#sometimes the way Steve talks about WWII comes across strangely#because I think the straightforward assumption would be that it feels recent to him#but instead he emphasizes that it was so long ago#I think that that his memories are âblurredâ by âthe two decades [he] spent in suspended animationâ bridges that gap#we get more on Bucky- âHe shared my battles my dangers my triumphs!â#I like Steve thinking about âThere must be more to life than endless combat!#Others have found a home- a family- why canât I?â#and of course Sharonâs first appearance!#on Steveâs end he thinks âI thought I was in the past again- looking at- her!â#and Sharon says âWhen we first saw each other I too felt as though- as though weâve known each other!â#very intriguing start to their relationship#marvel#steve rogers#sharon carter#my posts#comic panels
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finally home now and i have to make a couple of phone calls (ew gross) BUT!!! on the plus side my lil video banner for my pinned is nearly finished!!! yay!! (Ë¶Ë á” Ë˶) i just have to finish editing the verrry end n then render & export and then itâs done!!!
#vvvvv excited hahaha but also so glad to finally be done with it#so i can get back to writing!!!#iâve been using so much of my free time editing this video#anyway iâm rly happy with it and i canât wait to share it and finally revamp this blog theme yay!!!#clari chatters
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Life w/ Mr Crawling!
A QUICK WARNING BEFORE YOU READ: This is following after the Blissful Love Life ending, if you donât want spoilers I suggest scrolling! â Anyways moving on from that, I FINALLY got the fucking motivation to put something out after how many months, (yay!) Starting off with my new horror game fixation :)))) Finally got my brain juices going, and I thank Homicipher for this. This is probably going to be me posting abt it for a while. BUT it gave me the motivation to write stuff at least. If you also noticed I changed the formatting a little with my hcs and I think I like it better this way w/o the bulleted list, so Imma def keep this.
â.á â Ever since youâve escaped the other world with Mr. Crawling, you had some small difficulties in getting back in the swing of things. You no longer had to worry about your safety, check over the shoulders for any monsters, you had your normal life back now.
â.á â And this time you had Mr Crawling to share it with! :D
â.á â When you first brought Mr Crawling home with you, man was absolutely ecstatic and he immediately went exploring around the house while you fixed him some food to eat.
â.á â Mr Crawling really liked your place, it felt cozy and warm, it had you too of course, and it was so much more welcoming and nicer in appearance compared to his world. Plus there was a lot of new stuff he hasnât seen before.
â.á â It was a nice change not having the house to yourself anymore, Mr Crawling made the place a little more lively with his presence, following you around the house like a lost puppy, occasionally asking a few questions.
â.á â You showed him many things, movies, books, and lots of other things. He even had his first shower too!
â.á â You even tried teaching him basic words in your language such as âhelloâ, âgoodbyeâ, âthank youâ, or âpleaseâ. While Mr Crawling was having a hard time getting a gist of them, he still tried his best. <3
â.á â With your old life back it also meant you had to pick up your job/college again too.
â.á â Mr Crawling was never fond when you left the house for this long, so he mostly sat around at the front door waiting for your return.
â.á â Then upon your arrival itâs extra cuddles tonight to make up for loss time. Heâs sad that you left him alone for this long :((
â.á â On the bright side however he likes going on grocery runs with you! Since nobody else could see him, it wouldnât bring any unwanted attention. Of course with Mr Crawlingâs babbling as he followed you into the aisles, you brought headphones/airpods with you so people didnât think you were insane for talking to yourself.
â.á â Mr Crawling in general is very happy you let him tag along with you leaving his world, he couldnât be any happier getting to stay by your side. And his love for you grew as well! :)
â.á â The first time he tried saying something in your language was âI love youâ to show his gratitude. Though it sounded a bit butchered for a first attempt, the sentiment still meant a lot to you and it was a step towards somewhere to say the least.
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EDIT: WE DID IT WERE MOVING INTO THE HOUSE YAY!!!! THANK YOU EVERYONE PLEASE DONT SPREAD THIS POST ANYMORE CUZ I DONT NEED HELP. FOCUS ON OTHERS WHO NEED HELP HERE INSTEAD. THANK YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID FOR ME. THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.
hey so i need mad help at a pretty terrible time!!
TL;DR I NEED ABOUT $1900 FOR ME AND MY PARTNER TO GET INTO THIS HOUSE WE GOT WITH SOME FRIENDS. ILL BE ABLE TO PAY RENT ONCE IM IN BUT THESE ARE THE REST OF THE COSTS WE HAVE LEFT BETWEEN ME AND MY PARTNER TO PAY THE DOWN PAYMENT/FIRST MONTHS RENT/PET DEPOSIT FOR OUR SHARE.
not including moving or like, living, during this time into those costs. i already feel bad asking for this much sdklfjslkdfskldf
PAYPAL - [email protected]
VENMO - ceeberoni
KO-FI - ceeberoni
OR IF U WANT ART
COMMISSIONS - REDBUBBLE
ive been boosting my commission post to try and Earn My Money The Noble Way but no ones buyin so i need to do real ebegging cuz im really bad off right now and of course i feel fucking RANCID having to ebeg right now especially when so many other people are in much more dire straits than me at the moment
but im finally getting a house with my childhood friend and his partner (along with my partner) and i will FINALLY be moving out of a house owned by my abusive mom! and i no longer have qualms saying this about her because every one of my friends fucking hates her even when i try to stick up for her and im pretty sure that means shes probably the bad guy and not me but im not sure yet. i will keep you posted
anyway to cut right down to it i got kicked out of my house of 6 years by her cuz my sister and her kids needed a place to live (which like, yeah that tracks, she got all the kids and herself in a studio with a basement but theyve got a roof over their head, the kids at the end of the day are who i number one want a roof over the head of so its fine) and have been house hunting since like idk. late july or early august at this point idr when it was anymore. and it has been such a fucking shitshow but FINALLY after all these months we have a place with our friends and its NOT MY MOMS PLACE and were ALMOST FUCKING THERE
and like right now im in half of a fucking garage with no running water no kitchen no bathroom paying $400/m rent with no bathroom and no ability to save to move and im also paying $200 for mine, my sisters, and my nephews phone bill, no bathroom, i got my car insurance, i got the internet i cant even fucking use anymore that i pay for out of pocket so the kids can watch shit or whatever so do you see where the situation is like fucked up here also i have to walk across the street to take a shit and shower did i mention
umm so any money help would be lit, boosting would also be lit, have a nice day,
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summary [henry let's you play with bows and you get carried away]
warnings [smut, mouth stuffđ, bimbo~ish ig, no p in v, pet names, soft dom henryđ]
being the type of girl you were you loved ribbons and bows. they weren't something you indulged in often as a child, growing up in the country and all, but once you got older you feel in love with them.
you'd put them everywhere, in your hair, on your clothes, there's even some on your walls and others tied around stuffed bears.
Henry had recently gotten you these really cute ribbon bow clips and you were currently sitting beside him putting them in his hair. he's not really paying attention to you, he's used to this kind of treatment and just sat scrolling on his phone. you dropped one of the clips from his hair and in to his lap. as you go to reach for it a thought flashes in your mind. 'can I put a bow on your dick?' you ask your boyfriend after retrieving the clip.
you see the way henry freezes and hurriedly say 'not these, like ribbon' you clear up. he lets out a breath and laugh before looking at you 'I was scared for a sec baby' he says tucking a peice of hair behind your ear making you smile. he returns your smile and leans in for a kiss. 'of course I'll let my pretty girl dress me up' henry says sitting back up with the clips still in his hair.
so excited you jump up and let out a squeal 'omg yay' you scream about to go into you and Henry's shared room for some ribbon. turning to him before you go saying 'don't get hard' which earns you an eye roll as you leave 'you wanna do it or not' he mumbles as your walking but you hear.
in the room your trying to figure out what color ribbon you wanted. you got it down to pink and purple, so you bring them out to henry. 'which one do you want?' you question, you sit beside him on the couch, getting comfortable with your upper half mostly on his lap. 'whatever matches my hair' he says as he scrolls through something.
you go with the pink since he had pink in his hair. unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out your really happy to see the he wasn't hard. it might sound odd but you liked playing with his soft cock. cutting the ribbon to length before throwing everything on to the floor. you start to tie the ribbon at the base of his dick, humming to yourself as henry continued on his phone, you could care less.
looking down at the pretty pink bow you made your so proud in your self. you let out a giggle in excitement and notice the way Henry's cock twitched when you laughed. your mouth begin to water. trying something else you lightly blow making it twitch again.
you mouth became the ocean and you desperatly needed to taste him. opening your mouth and letting droll drip onto the head of his cock before lowering your head and licking it up. 'ohh fuck baby' henry moans out at the unexpected pleasure, finally placing his attention on you.
you take the tip of this cock in your mouth savering the taste of him. opening your mouth wider you take his full soft length in. feeling the bow brush against your lips. feeling him swell you come up for air letting out a little whine at the fact that this is the first time he's ever fully fit in your mouth, and it's because hes never let you suck it soft. and it's not gonna last much longer, but you'll enjoy having him in your mouth either way.
looking up to meet his gaze he grips your jaw and squeezes your cheecks together. sticking out your tounge he roughly brings you up for a sloppy kiss, gripping the back of your scalp. he breaks the kiss to leave kisses all over your face before letting you go back down to his cock, which is now fully hard.
bow intact.
you lick from the base to the tip repetadly. bringing your focus more to the head of his cock you bring one hand to the base and the other to his balls. 'fuck baby you know daddy likes that' he moans out as his hips buck forcing the tip of his cock all the way into your mouth. you gag a little before you adjust to it returning to your pace.
henry looks down to the ungodly display infornt of him. you desperatly sucking his cock, pretty hands playing with his balls with a pretty pink ribbon rapped around his cock, your eyes are watery, the floor beneath you full of droll and pre cum. your looking up to him eyes glossed over moaning every so often telling him just how much you love his cock.
'ahh- fuckk, baby im gonna cum' he moaned out. forcing the rest of his cock into your moth and down your throat henry couldn't hold back any longer. his cum being forced down your throat and falling from the sides of your mouth around his cock getting your bow all dirty. removing him from your mouth with a giggle and a smile so happy that you grew into loving bows.
[a/n: this randomly came to me and I wrote it right away so if it's bad blame it on that. đ]
#henry cavill#clark kent#bimbo reader#black fanfic writer#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill x black reader#x black fem reader#clark kent x reader#henry cavill smut#bd/sm kink#bd/sm daddy#smut#clark kent smut#coquette#girlblogging#daddy's good girl
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rafe x kook!sweetheart!reader ; the one where rafe meets your parents
a/n: inspired by this !reader
âi love you, rafey,â you say, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him. "you look very handsome. my parents are going to love you." that's a total lie, but you're not going to get in an argument before he meets your parents.Â
"stop lying, your parents hate me," rafe says, rolling his eyes. he's not lying, after your dad found out that you were in a relationship with the kook prince, who is also known for his drinking, drugs, and his many parties, he was furious to say the least. "your dad better not piss me off because i'm not in the mood," rafe says looking in the mirror checking himself out. âbut you do look sexy, baby. we might need to stay here and have a little fun," rafe pulls you in, lowering his hand down your back before grabbing your butt and licking his lips (in a very attractive way).
"baby stop we have to get going," you moan as rafe kisses all over your neck. "my parents are expecting us at 4 and it's already 4:30."
"don't blame me," rafe says with a final kiss and a playful smack on your butt. "you're the one who wanted to shower together." as he finishes adjusting his suit, rafe grabs his keys and takes your hand, gently guiding you toward the door. "come on princess, before i rip your clothes off and spend the night up in that movie room."
giggling, you follow rafe to his car. he gives you a playful pinch on the hip as he opens the door for you, then quickly shuts it before hurrying around to the other side. the drive is brief, considering heâs practically your neighbor.
as you arrive, your housekeeper, maid, and butler are all outside, awaiting your arrival. "hello, miss y/n and mr. cameron. mr and mrs. are waiting for you inside," your butler says, opening your car door and offering his hand, which you graciously take with a quick 'thank you.' despite coming from a wealthy background, rafe had never fully experienced life with so many staff members working within a household.
"come on, rafe," you say, pulling his clammy hands. though he'd never admit it, rafe was definitely nervous. your dad was far more powerful than ward ever was. "my dad will try to intimidate you, but remember, his princess always gets what she wants. and what I want is you."
grateful for your words, rafe kisses the side of your head, murmuring a soft 'thank you, bunny.' as you step into the grand foyer, your pomeranian rushes to greet you, pawing at you excitedly until she spots rafe and starts pressing her paws against him. rafe, not one for animals, picks her up and hands her off to the butler.
not a second later, your parents come around the corner. your mom is smiling, but your dad wears a scowl as he fixes his gaze on rafe.
"yay, my princess is home!" your mom exclaims, rushing toward you as her Givenchy dress glides across the floor. rafe watches in awe as your mom embraces you, realizing where you get your beauty from. sheâs every bit the goddess you are, with a shared love for luxury. both of you indulge in the finest clothes, regular pedicures and manicures, spontaneous blowouts, sensual pefumes, and rigorous workout routines. yet, despite your lavish lifestyle, you both have countless acts of charity under your beltsâwhether it's volunteering at soup kitchens or distributing food around the Cut, you do it together, and enjoy it.
"daddy, i missed you," you say, releasing your mom and running to your dad, who already has his arms open wide. rafe does a double take, thinking you were talking to him, until he realizes youâre addressing your actual dad. "hereâs the love of my life, rafe cameron," you say, letting go of your dad after a few seconds and pulling rafe toward your parents.
"itâs so nice to meet you both," rafe says, deepening his voice and firming his grip as he reaches out to shake hands. "y/n speaks so highly of you two, I feel like I already know you." your mom, ever the sweet soul, smiles warmly, slapping his hands aside and pulling him into a hug. "itâs nice to meet you too," she says. rafe had never experienced a motherâs embrace like this. he sighs in relief, savoring the moment before turning to shake hands with your father.
for a moment, your dad looks sternly at rafe, but then he glances at your sweet smile before turning back to rafe. a smile breaks across his face. "welcome to the family, son," your dad chuckles. "iâm not a fan of you or your reputation, but you make my daughter happy, thatâs what matters most to me." rafe exhales in relief, shaking your dadâs extended hand.
you glance at rafe's smile and then at your parents, feeling your heart warm at the affection theyâre showing each other. in that moment, you know deep downâhe is the one.
later in the night, you all sit down for dinner. before the meal, your mom teases you with childhood photos, while your dad gives rafe a lecture about some lacrosse match. after dinner, despite your protests, your parents insisted that rafe stay, which made rafe and you have a very fun sleepover. ;)
#rafe imagine#rafe obx#rafe cameron#obx fic#outerbanks rafe#rafe outer banks#obx#rafe fic#rafe#rafe x you#rafe x reader#rafe x y/n
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peanut butter and jellyfish
contents ౚৠâ h. shinsou x fem reader. 5k words â fluff. cursing. comforting insecurities. friends to secret lovers.
â shenanigans with your not-so-secret boyfriend ft. sleepovers with eri, a cat eating pizza on you at 3am, your classmates being nosy, and an aquarium date.
note: your quirk is forensic sight! so ur gc name is the way it is bc ur eyes lol get it
You choke back a laugh as a very focused Eri puts yet another sticker on Hitoshiâs face.Â
Snacks and pillows are strewn around the inside of the blanket fort the three of you finished building moments before. Stiller than a rock, your calm best friend sits there cross-legged so that Eri can give him a makeover of unicorns, stars, and rainbows.Â
âDo you think he looks pretty yet?â Eri tilts her head at you.
âLike a real-life princess.â You giggle. âGood job, Eri!âÂ
âYay!â She happily high fives the hand you hold up for her. âDo you feel pretty yet, Hito-nii?â
âI feel so bonita.â Hitoshi deadpans, sending you two into another fit of giggles.
âYou were pretty already, Toshi,â you coo, rubbing a thumb over the sticker of a cat making sushi on his cheekbone. Mr. Aizawa must have bought that one for her.
Hitoshi pretends to shyly gaze at you from under his long lashes. âAw, really?â
His lips curve into a lazy smile, and a heat that youâre all too familiar with rises up your neck, you turn awayâa little too quickly, to Hitoshiâs amusement.
âNevermind youâre ugly.â
He laughs and the heat creeps up to your cheeks.
Such a simple sound, yet that soft, husky voice of his always manages to make your insides a mushy mess, even when you had painfully tripped over his cat, Celery, when he transferred and first moved into the dorms with your class.
The normally stoic, reserved purple-haired boy had doubled over with an uncontrollable wheeze, supporting himself on the sofa as your groaning self was sprawled across the floor.Â
God, they were lucky they were both cute.
Yet, you couldnât help but smile as he reached a hand out to help you up, the other still covering his mouth.Â
That was the first time you made him laugh, and now, youâve heard it so many times that you could finally stop counting on both your handsâ fingers but you still wanted more.
âWant me to paint your nails, Eri?â You ask, scooting over to your bedroomâs drawer.Â
You open it, your own light blue nails painted a color that reminds you of the sea against the pastel pink of the treasure box you take out. It had a heart-shaped diamond on the latch.Â
The heavy box was filled with a collection of nail polish the girls in your class usually used for their sleepovers as well, and new bottles, mostly varying shades of apple red, started mysteriously appearing the day after Eri said she had never gotten painted her nails before.Â
âYes!â Eriâs eyes sparkle. âCan I please have matchy nails with Hito-nii?â
âOf course, sweetie.â You smile. She was adorable.Â
Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. âYou sure you want yours black this time, Eri?â
âYes!â She huffs stubbornly. âLike dadâs clothes and those things under your eyes!â
âHey!â He protests. She shares a mischievous look with you and you both giggle, catching the pillow Hitoshi gently throws at you.Â
âOreo wouldnât treat me like this.â Hitoshi reaches out to ruffle Eriâs hair and she squeals in protest, batting his hand away.Â
Eri holds up the oversized panda plushie he was talking about. It was comically bigger than her, and you had to bite back a laugh.
The moment you two spotted it in the claw machine outside Shinsouâs favorite cat cafe near campus, you knew you had to win it to add to her ever growing collection of stuffed animals.
With a grin, you remember the huge sigh of relief Shinsou let out when it finally fell into the chute.
âDuh he wouldnât âcause youâre his twin!â
Hitoshi mock gasps. âTake that back.â And tickles her neck, barely dodging as you throw the pillow he threw earlier back at him.Â
âWoah!â
Except much, much harder.
âDonât worry Eri, I'll protect you!â You grab another nearby pillow and throw it at him, which he easily catches in mid-air with one hand like it was a frisbee.
âAw.â You pout. Mr. Aizawa was training him a little too good now.
Eri pats your arm to console you. âItâs okay I appre-sheeâapree-sheeââ
âAppreciate?â You offer, and her face brightens as she nods.
âAppree-shee-ate. You. For trying.â She finishes shyly.
âAw, thank you Eri. I appreciate you too.âÂ
Hitoshiâs eyes soften at the sight of you two.Â
âWhat about me?â
You scowl. âYou can go duck yourself, Toshi.â
âLove you too.â
Eri suddenly gasps.Â
âDad says that to Uncle Zashi too!â
Despite already knowing the answer, Hitoshi and you turn to look at her suspiciously.
ââŠWhich one?â
As if he knows youâre talking about him, Aizawa yells down the hallway.
âEri, brats, pizzaâs here!â
âââââââââÂ
âCan I have another hug?â Hitoshi asks coyly after class one day.Â
The bell had just rung, and you roll your eyes at his leaning form on the wall of the almost empty hallway.Â
Everyone was leaving for lunch.
Except you two, but that was Hitoshiâs fault.
âI just gave you one!â
âOh no.â He places a dramatic palm to his forehead. âI think Iâm going to pass out because of someone if I donât get a hug in the next five seconds.â
âGreedy ass.â You sigh, wrapping your arms around his waist.Â
He hides a grin, shuffling closer to close the gap between your bodies.Â
Hitoshi smells like fresh linen with hints of sunshine, probably from his daily bike ride he took around campus before class started, and the coffee he brewed this morning.Â
A sense of comfort settles into your bones as the familiar scent envelopes you, and you breathe it in.Â
He softly tucks your head under his chin as you nuzzle your face deeper into his chest, your headache from taking the quiz in Ectoplasmâs class earlier now long gone.
âDid you know that when cats see that it's raining outside a window, they go to another window in the same room to check if it's still raining outside?â Hitoshi randomly whispers.
âI did not know that.â You giggle. His lips feel ticklish on your hair. âDoes Celery do that too?â
âAll the time.â Hitoshi grins. âI have a video from yesterdayâs storm, Iâll show you in the cafeteria.â
âOoh okay!â
He straightens, and takes your hand, your fingers easily lacing through his as you both start to head in the direction of the dining hall.Â
When you trip over nothing, he snorts, already expecting it, and catches your waist before you take a fall that will be difficult for your ego and your knees to recover from.
âCareful,â he says as you clutch onto his school uniform in relief, and you swear that already deep, smooth voice of his drops an octave on purpose, almost sending you to the ground again.
Hitoshiâs thumb is still tracing small circles on the back of your hand as the both of you join the line for the traditional school lunch. You could try a different cuisine tomorrow. On todayâs menu was miso seaweed soup with a side of grilled fish and a milk bread roll along with, of course, rice.
You feel a vibration on the side of your leg, and for the umpteenth time this school year you thank UA for adding pockets to the school uniformâs skirts as you slip your phone out. The jellyfish charm Hitoshi got for your birthday last year dangles from your case.
Surprise, surprise, itâs the class group chat.
-forklift uncertified -
itâs barbie bitchÂ
guysss guess what i sawwww
invisi-girlÂ
IS IT TODOROKI IN A PINK TUTU
Â
pikachew
girl whatÂ
invisi-girlÂ
u guys donât get the vision
i saw it in a dream last night
the rockÂ
nah i get it dude
that would be so manly
ice spiceÂ
I would not be completely opposed to the idea
invisi-girlÂ
SEE
itâs barbie bitchÂ
itâs even better >_<
itâs barbie bitchÂ
hitoshituckingyourhair
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mochi cheeks
OHMYGOD!?1?2?2
SOCUTEEEEETES
airpods with wires
i saw that
airpods with wiresÂ
can yall not flirt before lunchÂ
next time iâm gonna throwÂ
up before i get to eat
sue youÂ
AWWWW OUR LITTLE BABYS ALL GROWN UP
forensic balls [you]
FUCK U GUYS IM 17
yaomomo
exactly
a Baby :)
forensic balls [you]
yaoyao ur supposed
to be on my side </3
yaomomoÂ
sorry my love i cannotÂ
deny the facts </3
pikachew
Nahhh only shinsou can call her that guys ;))))
airpods with wires
wah wah wah
forensic balls [you]
one more word and iâm gonna change the gc name to fornite jiggle physicsÂ
sue you
NO
yaomomo
No thank you
my chemical romance
what a mad banquet of darkness
itâs barbie bitch
babe look me in the
eyes this isnât like youÂ
forensic balls [you]
try me.Â
pikachew
DO ITTTTTTT
forensic balls [you]
ok just bc u told me toÂ
i wonât nowÂ
scotch tapeÂ
dayum rip denks
forensic balls [you]
also not my fault u guysÂ
have early ass birthdays smh
shirt guy
Senior citizen core fr
forensic balls [you]
ily midoriya
shirt guy
ilyt pookie xxÂ
kazoo-ki
Girl u aint slick
shirt guy
Youâre so late omg
pikachew
bro has us on mute
kazoo-ki
shut up dunce face
kazoo-ki
How tf do I change my name
mochi cheeks
LMFAO
wiki-how
Bakugo it is fairly simple.Â
wiki-how
First you click on your profile, then your personal settings.Â
wiki-how
From there you press âChange Display Nameâ and you should be able to enter your name of preference.Â
kazoo-kiÂ
K
better than you
Thanks glasses ig
wiki-how
You are very welcome.
kiri the rock
nice one dude!
sue you
wow egotistical much
better than you
You wish yours was as big as mine
pikachew
thatâs what he said
itâs barbie bitch
omg it just hit me
itâs barbie bitch
the first person toÂ
finally get bitches in our classÂ
itâs barbie bitch
iâm so happy i could cry
pikachew
I GET BITCHES
sue you
yeah over the screenÂ
we're talking irl
pikachew
leave me and my otome games alone
forensic balls [you]
realÂ
forensic balls [you]
AND IM NOT DATING HITOSHI
itâs barbie bitch
HITOSHI????????
airpods with wires
first name basis is crazy
forensic balls [you]
fuck i mean *shinsou
scotch tape
yâall smell that
the rock
peeeyew
pikachew
smells like sum bullshiiii
kazoo-ki
Couldâve fooled me
yaomomo
You arenât??? :(
yaomomo
But I wrote a reminder to wishÂ
you two happy anniversary andÂ
even bought tea to celebrate!
forensic balls [you]
âŠ.for what date
yaomomo
April 1st :(
forensic balls [you]
âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ
airpods with wires Â
@ itâs barbie bitch we can see u
across the cafeteria u are BAWLING
eyebags
what the fuck
Hitoshi bites back a laugh as your widened eyes meet his, glancing up from your phone.
âNot dating, huh?â He grins.
You groan and pinch his arm. âI panicked okay! I didnât know what to tell them.â
âHmm, do you want me to?â
âI mean, only if you want to.â You shyly play with his fingers.Â
âI kind of like us being a secret from them for a little longer. It feels⊠nice.â
Hitoshi smiles. âI know what you mean.â He wrinkles his nose. âThough theyâre so nosy it looks like they figured it out already.â
âPffft, yeah.â Mina could definitely sniff out a relationship from miles away, no matter how much PDA you tried to sneakily do in empty hallways.
Hitoshi squeezes your hand in reassurance.
âI like it too.â He leans over, and your eyes are forced to meet the dark violet of his.
The side of Hitoshiâs soft-looking lips, courtesy of the strawberry chapstick he stole from you before class this morning, quirk up as he looks down at you with soft eyes, the ones he reserves for you and random cats he sees on the road.
âChapstick thief,â you mutter.
âOh, you want it back?â Hitoshi grins. âKiss it off me then.â
Your cheeks grown warm. âNot here!â
âGood,â He smirks.
âI prefer keeping you all to myself, anyway.â
   âââââââââÂ
âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
Heâs crouching down so that your eyes have no choice but to meet his from your spot on the bean bag.
He gently pushes the switch in your hands down to your lap and pokes your thigh. You squirm away ticklishly.Â
âTell me.â
âNo.â You huff, picking your switch back up. âI just wanna play Stardew, leave me alone.â
âDarling.â
Your face flushes at the pet name, and he smirks. His secret weapon still works without fail. Hitoshi didnât even need to activate his quirk to have you under his thumb.Â
âYouâre not going to feel better if you keep it in. Tell me whatâs wrong.â
His nails are still pink, you faintly notice, trying to distract yourself from your very attractive, very insistent boyfriend in front of you with his comforting hands placed on your thighs.
You painted his left hand, and Eri painted his right at the last sleepover you had together. She had insisted that he should match nails with her this time, since she matched with him last week.
It was already terrible and impressive that Hitoshi was a people-reader, even worse that he knew what to do to make you fold so easily and open up.
Curse you Hitoshi, you and your disposition for healthy communication.
You should have never recommended that therapist to him.
âI donât know,â you finally mumble. He tilts his head, showing you that heâs listening.Â
âI just feel like I donât deserve it.â
âDeserve what, sweetheart?â He asks. The softness in his voice is unbearable and what you've been bottling up for weeks finally spills out.
âI feel like I donât deserve it when good things happen to me.â
Hitoshi blinks, then lets out a snort. Which turns into a full blown laugh coming from his chest.
You shove his face away and he falls on his butt, still chuckling.Â
âYouâre making fun of me!â You say indignantly.
âSorry, sorry, I justââ He coughs, and takes a breath to recollect himself.Â
âYou say a lot of dumb shit and I think that's the worst thing Iâve heard you say.â
You pout. âIâm feeling very invalidated right now.â Hitoshi rolls his eyes, and his hands reclaim their spot on your skin, except this time heâs gently cupping your face in his hands.Â
Heâs not used to comforting people, but you can see that heâs trying. Â
âYouâre beautiful,â he whispers, and you inhale sharply. âYouâre kind, youâre intelligent, and I see you try so hard everyday. You always do a good job when you set your sights on something. Why donât you deserve good things?â
âI donât know.â Your gaze is numbly pinned to the silver chain around his neck, the one with a little crescent moon on it that he wears everyday, not even taking it off when he goes to sleep. The one you gave to him.Â
âThatâs okay.â
His thumbs caress your cheeks, and you think you can breathe a little easier.Â
âLet's think of it this way,â Hitoshi says, still cupping your cheeks, grounding you. âItâs not about whether you deserve it or not. Do you want it?â
You finally meet his eyes, and answer with a voice shakier than youâd like it to be.Â
âI do. I want good things for myself.â
âAtta girl,â Hitoshi says with a proud quirk of his lips.Â
You stare at him, your heart suspended in your chest, feeling better but still looking a bit unsure.
Hitoshi notices this from the way you start biting the inside of your cheek, and he leans his forehead against yours. You freeze.Â
He smells like fruit, like freshly washed blueberries and those ripe strawberries in the kitchen in the dormâs fridge. âThatâs more than enough. We can work from there.â
Thereâs still a worried furrow between your eyebrows.
âCome on, sweetheart. We can go to the aquarium you love this weekend.â
He smirks as you perk up at that, drinking up the rare, shy expression suddenly on your face again, and leans down to your ear.Â
âYouâre so easy,â Hitoshi whispers.Â
You grumble, you could hear that stupid grin in his voice.
âSorry, I can't hear you with your face in my chest.â
You raise your head to glare at him and his heart soars. There was his girl.
God, his smug face was starting to irritate you more and more. "I said that if you were my husband I'd poison your tea!"Â
âIf you were my wife, I'd drink it."
   âââââââââÂ
-thot pockets -
it's barbie bitch
omg guess who i just sawÂ
cuddling in front of the tv
it's barbie bitch
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dating allegation #1Â
MINA WTF DELETE THAT
dating allegation #1Â
WHY R U STALKING US
[dating allegation #2 saved an image]
dating allegation #1Â
BRO WHOS SIDE ARE YOU ON
dating allegation #1Â
PURPLE MINION LOOKING BITCH
dating allegation #2
ok forensic penis
dating allegation #2
who changed my user
pikachew
me
cuz u guys are NOT beatingÂ
them :laughcry::laughcry:
ice spice
I am just confused as to whyÂ
you two are sitting on each otherÂ
ice spice
When the rest of the couchÂ
appears to be unoccupied
ice spice
Perhaps this is a newÂ
procreation method?
mochi cheeks
TODORKIWHATHAHVDHSHA
pikachew
LMDFAOOOOOOOOO
ice spice
?Â
dating allegation #1Â
WHATTHEFUKC
the rock
never change broÂ
sue you
IACTAULKYLCANT BREATHE HELP
itâs barbie bitch
ME NEITEHHR
dating allegation #2
Whenever my eyebags get darker
dating allegation #2
Just know I blame it on all of you
   âââââââââÂ
âCelery?â You mutter, rubbing your bleary eyes. âWhat are you doing?â
âMrow.â The cat continues eating the slice of⊠pizza? On your chest.
It looks like the one that you and Hitoshi ordered earlier after quizzing each other for Present Micâs exam.
Â
âI love you so much but I am so confused.â
You reach for your phone to text Hitoshi, your still-asleep hands fumbling a bit on the nightstand.
toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]
usÂ
you [12 hrs ago]
literally us <3
toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]
want to order takeout andÂ
watch ouran highschool after
we study for tmrws exam
you [12 hrs ago]
yes please omg
you [now â 03:24]
hey
can u explain why ur daughter
is eating pizza on my boobs
at 3am
toshi [03:30]
whar
?
toshi [03:31]
OHfMGOD
CELERU
Not even five minutes later, heâs knocking on the door to your room. You open it, and the sight of a very sleepy looking Hitoshi greets you. His already unruly bedhead is even messier than usual and youâre pretty sure heâs wearing his shirt backwards. Did he put it on before coming over?Â
Wait.
You blink, long and hard, banishing the thoughts of a groggy, very shirtless Hitoshi lying in his bed, with the light of his phone screen illuminating his handsome features as he replies to your text. Those four hours of sleep must finally be hitting you.
Hitoshi sees you blinking, and takes it as a sign youâre still in shock at the pizza monster in your lap.
He gives an awkward pat to your shoulder in reassurance.
âI think this is just how she shows affection.â Hitoshi stares down at Celery fondly.
The way you stroke her fur so softly makes his chest feel warm and tingly.
âDoes she eat leftover pizza off your chest at three in the morning?â
â...No.â
âHah. She said she likes me better. â You smirk victoriously. âIsnât that right sweetie?â
The calico cat purrs as you scratch her ears, a bit of tomato sauce under her chin. Hitoshi exaggeratedly puts his hand over his heart at this scene of betrayal.
âSeriously? Celery, I took you off those streets and raised you like I was the one pregnant with you for nine months.â
âMrow.â She bumps her head against your hand.
âPfft, give it up Toshi. Itâs time for you to hand over the adoption papers.â
Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. âOr we could just share custody.â
âWhat?â Your cheeks grow warm. âYou want me to be her mom?â
âI mean you kind of already are. Look at her,â he says, eyes softening as he looks at the two of you.Â
Celery has her paw on your arm. After eating until her little tummy was full, she was already starting to doze off.
âShe takes after me.â
You let out a derisive snort.
âYeah you looked just like that after our binge marathon today too."
âNot in that way.â
He smirks at your confused reaction.
âThen what do you meanââ
At that moment, Celery decides itâs the perfect time to snuggle into your tank top, smearing whatâs left of the pizza on her face all over it.
Hitoshiâs eyes widen. He laughs, covering his mouth.
Youâve never been so glad you chose to wear black to sleep.
   âââââââââÂ
âTrouble child, youâre here.â
âHi Mr. Aizawa.â You roll your eyes. âWhen are you going to stop calling me that, itâs getting old.â
âWhen you stop getting into trouble.â
âOkay, thatâs fair.â
âThe kidâs almost ready.â He snorts. âAbout damn time. Been up since six.â
âHe has?â Your eyes widen. âFor what?â
Your teacher smirks. âNerves. Isnât this his, what, tenth time taking you out though?â
A flustered Hitoshi suddenly appears from behind him with a light pink dusting his cheeks and steers Aizawa back to the door. âO-okay dad thatâs enough.âÂ
Heâs cutely dressed in a soft-looking grey cardigan over a white shirt and black wide-legged pants.Â
This had to be the most boyfriend heâs looked, ever, and he looked very boyfriend all of the time.Â
âHitoshi?â You do a little twirl for him in your own outfit. âFire or nah?â
He looks up from his phone, where heâs googling the bus route to the aquarium, except his eyes linger. Without skipping a beat, he responds.
 âFire.â
âToshi, youâre staring.â
âOf course Iâm staring.â He says it with a tone like 'what else would I be doing?'
You shyly fidget with the edge of your shorts. âWhy?â
âBecause youâre beautiful.â
Hitoshi reaches out a hand, like he hasn't just casually left you breathless, and his own eyes soften as he notices your starry-eyed look.Â
âLetâs go, you crybaby.â
âDamn. I was going to say you look handsome too, but I donât remember being the one who sobbed my eyes out watching Your Name last night.â
The tips of his ears turn red.
âShut up.â
âWas like our fifth rewatch too.â
âShut up before I kiss you.â
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Both."
â§âË đ â© âË đ âč đŒ
Hitoshiâs lips twitch as he sees your eyes light up at the sight of the sign pointing in the jellyfish exhibitâs direction. âYouâre adorable.â
âThanks.â You grin. âYouâre slow.â
You take him by the arm, your brain faintly registering how muscular his bicep is despite holding it so many times, and drag him along.Â
In their tanks, the glow of the moon jellies fills the darkness in front of them as other visitors murmur around you two in awe. Blue light reflects off the water and through the glass, illuminating your boyfriendâs dreamy features and you canât help but admire how pretty he looks.
Hitoshi turns from watching the jellyfish to face you, fingers now lacing through yours. You donât look away.Â
A soft smile flickers across his face when he catches you staring at him.
âThis reminds me of when we first met.â
You smile. You remember. He was the one Mina relentlessly teased you for staring at, which you completely denied at the time.
âWhyâre you so thirsty?â You remember her whispering into your ear at the Sports Festival in your first year. The both of you were sitting in your classâs designated spots in the stands.
Your eyes had widened, scandalized.Â
âI am not!â
âPlease. Youâre totally staring at him.â
âWho?â
âShinsou Hitoshi.â She grinned. âCute, right?â
Of course she paid attention when they announced his name specifically.Â
You could never remember anyoneâs, and she probably saw you looking at his picture for a little too long when it appeared on the Jumbotronâs screen, announcing that his match with Oijiro was about to begin.Â
âNot really,â you lied, a bad attempt at feigning disinterest.Â
Like your eyes hadnât been trailing down his lean figure the moment his next match started.Â
Or noticing how attractive it was the way he casually folded his arms when he taunted Midoriya, or wondering in your mind if his perpetual bed-head was as soft as it looks.Â
Mina turned to you, smirking at your slightly dazed expression.
âReally? Then you wouldnât mind if I told him you had some questions about his quirk and wanted to talk about it after this, riiight?â
âWhat?â You shake your head furiously. âI mean his quirk is really interesting butâugh Mina, no!âÂ
âFor the plot!â She waggled her eyebrows.
You nudged her knee with a huff. âIâm breaking up with you.â
âNooo, Iâm kidding, Iâm kidding.â Mina eyed you cheekily. âI wonât call him over.â
âOh thank god.â
âBut only if you admit heâs your type.â
You groan. âOkay fine. I think heâs hot, happy?â
âVery.â Your best friend laughs, pure happiness indeed written all over her face. You can see the matchmaking gears already turning in her head. âI just know you too well, babe.â
You roll your eyes. âSometimes I really wish you didnât.â
âCome on, you guys would be so cute together though.â She sighs dreamily. âForensic sight and mind-control? Plus youâre both hot as fuck? Talk about a power couple.â
â....I think Iâm going to go sit with Yaomomo instead.â
Recalling the memory, you laugh. âI know, we kept accidentally making eye contact after your second match because our seats were right across from each other.â
âThat awkward prolonged eye contact in the stands mightâve been how I started crushing on you.â
You smirk. âYou had a crush on me? That's so embarrassing.â
âI know.â He rolls his eyes, softly tucking a stray hair behind your ear. âWorst decision of my life.â
You hold Hitoshiâs hand tighter as you step closer to his side to get a better view of the tank.Â
âGlad the feeling is mutual.âÂ
You spot it before he does.
âOh my god Toshi. We need to get this for Eri.â
He spins around from the collection of the aquariumâs official shirts for sale, a shirt with a print of a whale shark in his hands.Â
âWhaâoh my god.â
Hitoshi stares at the giant penguin plushie youâre holding in front of you.Â
It was bigger than youâno, bigger than him even.
âNot sure if itâs going to fit on the train home, but weâll make it work.â
   âââââââââÂ
"Can you teach me how to draw a unicorn too, Eri?" Hitoshi asks.
You had already asked Eri before him seconds ago so you stick your tongue out at Hitoshi, mouthing âcopycat,â and he tilts his head down to quickly kiss your neck, making you giggle.Â
He still has a pink bow wrapped around his bicep from when you three played dress up an hour ago, and you fight the urge to laugh again at how silly he looks.
Eri is too focused on her drawings to care about either of you, and after she scribbles around a little more, she turns to face her older brother.
âYeah!â She hands him a red crayon. âOkay, so first you draw half of a circle.â
Hitoshi follows Eriâs instructions.
He lifts his hand, which nearly covers the paper, to reveal a red âCâ that looks like it got run over by a truck.
âNo, no not like that! Erase it.â She frowns disapprovingly, hands on her hips. âYouâre really bad at this Hito-nii.â
âPlease Eri-sensei. I'm trying my best.â
âTry harder!â She turns away with a huff, then peers over at your paper.Â
âOoh yours looks so good!â Eri claps, and you smile proudly.Â
âItâs all thanks to you, Eri.â You reach out to fix her pigtail that was starting to slip out of the cat-patterned scrunchie, and she giggles, holding still for you.Â
Hitoshi grumbles. âThis smells like favoritism.â
âThatâs âcause your unicorn looks Celeryâs poop!â Eri chirps. Then she runs away to the kitchen right before you double over in laughter at Hitoshiâs extremely offended face, clutching onto his broad shoulders for support.Â
âShe said your drawing looks like shit!â You snort, and he groans.
Celeryâs ears perk up in Hitoshiâs lap and she meows, looking in your direction. You hold out your arms. âCelery, you want uppies?â
She ignores them and decides to sit in your lap instead, purring softly.
âMrow.â
âYeah? And then what?â You coo, gently rubbing her fuzzy forehead, and her eyes close in contentment.
She mewls again, pawing at your sock and you laugh.
âOkay, okay Iâll tell him.âÂ
Looking up at Hitoshi, he tilts his head the same way Celery does when you talk to her.Â
You bite back a laugh, youâre not sure whoâs the cat in the room at this point.
âWhat did she say?â He asks you curiously.
All you do is blink slowly at him in response.
Hitoshiâs brows knit in confusion.
Then his eyes widen, a soft pink starting to color his cheeks.
Shyly, he slowly blinks back.
Suddenly, the gray-haired girl comes back from the kitchen, apples Aizawa sliced like rabbits for her on a plate in her hands.Â
Youâre still slowly blinking at each other as she walks through the door.
Eri looks at the both of you weirdly.
âWhat are you two doing?â
âMrow.â
teehee hitoshiâs the pb to ur jelly(fish) get it
#shinsou lovers pls find my acc i love u ur so sexy#i think itâs funny bc u like fish and hitoshi likes cats so he jokes abt eating u LOL#i wanted to give it like a shoujo-y skip and loafer kinda title :3#fellow shinsou enjoyers i hope u like it#hitoshi shinsou x reader#shinsou x reader#hitoshi shinso x reader#mha x reader#mha oneshot#shinsou fluff#mha fluff#bnha x reader#ALSO ik it's a very common hc but shinsou would not use lavender scented products bc they're toxic to cats!!! HE WOULDNT RISK IT#would also not use a diffuser for his sleep sorry bc the oils from it can harm cats and their fur :/#he just thugs it out and drinks chamomile tea or smth#takes a melatonin every night#stop the shinsou smells like lavender allegations#bffr âhe would hate lavender purely for the fact that itâs poisonous to cats#I think shinsou would enjoy bath and body works scents#tho
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slip up â gojo satoru x f!reader
satoru is a good dad, a great one even, but every great dad has a great slip up.
your husbandâs happened when he was preparing a dinner surprise for you. he had his little missy help him out through the process, and everything was going according to plan until the batch of fresh cookie batter fell from his hands.
âoh fuck!â he had said, in panic, and scrambled to sweep them off the floor.
his little girl was standing there the whole time, staring at her papa. he quickly looks at her, âdonât say what papa said, okay? itâs a bad word.â
she frowned lightly, âthen why did you say it, papa?â
âbecauseâ,â he took a deep breath, âpapa made a mistake, but you have to be better than papa, please?â
your husband was worried the little devil wouldnât let it slide and would hold it against him like she did with many other things; fortunately for him, though, she simply narrowed her eyes at him then quickly smiled with a nod, âokay!â
with a grin, he pulled her into his arms, âthatâs papaâs girl!â
and so it was put behind them, never to be talked about. unbeknownst to your husband, however, the little girl has been practicing the word before she slept, muttering small little âfuckâs over and over again.
it was simple knowledge, only to be used in the far future, but how far?
anyway.
you guys are now on a family grocery trip, and your little daughter is more than ecstatic. she is running through the aisles, pointing and gaping at every product she seesâwith occasional ewâs over others.
it was a fun time, but you had to actually get some of the necessities.
so you and satoru agreed to split up to make the search faster, and thatâs why he and his little girl are roaming the store together.
d/n is seated comfortably in the cart as satoru pushes it, âokay, so mama said we need chicken strip, nuggets, milk, and butterâ"
"yum!"
"âand frozen vegetables and peas.â
âew.â
satoru nods, "ew, indeed," before planting a kiss on her cheek. "you really are my daughter!"
âyay!â she giggles, and politely asks to be picked up. the dramatic girl squeals until her feet touch the ground, and she bolts into the section of the frozen food. she points up, excited, âpapa, there!â
your husband grins, âthatâs right, smart girl!â he pats her head, and reaches for two bags of frozen vegetables, but, unfortunately, one slips out of his hand, âoh godââ
he bends down to pick it up, but he notices his daughter frowning at him, âwhatâs up, d/n?â
âpapa, what the fuck.â
satoruâs eyes widen instantly as he gently holds her by the shoulders, âd-d/n, donât say that,â he sweat-drops, âmama will get madââ
âmad at what?â you smile at your family, finally back with your share of groceries.
your husband nervously chuckles, picking your little girl up and rocking her gently in his arms, âoh nothing! she was just playing with the bags, right, sweetie?â
d/n points at the bag on the ground, âpapa dropped the fucking peas.â
the smile on your face tightens, âhe did; didnât he?â you step closer, and your husband freezes in place. you look sweetly at your daughter, âd/n, where did you hear that word?â
she tilted her head lightly, âwhich one?â
youâre gripping your husbandâs hand tightly, preventing him from escaping. he will be facing your wrath today whether he likes it not. you hum, applying more pressure on his fingers and responding to your daughter, âthe one that starts with the letter f, honey.â
she beams, âoh! I heard papa say it before!â
âreally now?â your grip tightens and satoru swears that might pee himself right then and there. he also is fighting the need to scream. so you, for a moment, divert your attention to glare at him so he can compose himself.
and everyone knows that gojo satoru is a man weak, very weak, when it comes to his wife.
you look back at your daughter, âbut seriously, donât say that word again; itâs a bad word,â you pat her head, âgood big girls donât say bad words, right?â
she looks down at her feet and fidgets with her fingers, âyeahâŠbut papa is big too!â
you pull your husband beside you, hand sliding around his waist, gripping him tightly, âpapa can be a bad boy sometimes, but you are a good big girl,â you smile, âso you can do much better!â
you let go of your husband to hug your daughter, âpromise me you wonât say it,â you stick your pinky finger out, and your daughter happily seals the deal.
âI promise, mama!â
"good girl; now, can you go to that nice lady and ask her where the tissues are?" you say as you plant a kiss on her cheek.
your little girl salutes you and immediately runs towards the woman, leaving you to deal with your other baby. you stand up to look at satoru. he takes a breath, âbabe, you seeââ
âyou better pick your words correctly, âtoru.â
he deflates and dejectedly wraps his arms around you, âI am sorry,â he grumbles, âI did tell her that it was a bad word though! I promise!â
you sigh and cup his face, âI know, I know, but you have to control your vocab around her as much as possible,â you turn your head to the cart full of a variety of candy. you frown, âwhy the fuck did you get so much candy, though? you know she would try to eat them all dayââ
you hear a tiny gasp, âmama said a bad word!â
then you hear your husband using a high-pitched voice to mock you, ââ but you have to control your vocab around her as much as possibleâ.â
you stare at the both of them, before smiling, âboth of you are grounded.â
âwhat?!â
satoru pouts, âyou canât ground me! I am your husband!â
âgrounded,â you repeat, emphasizing each syllable.
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Can I get a smau about them finding out you were a jujitsu sorcerer? Like youâve been dating 4 years and you just casually drop it out of nowhere. Like a REALL strong one too (stronger than SUKUNA strong) ps. Let me be delusional plsđ
secrets pt. 1 -> them finding out you're actually a jujutsu sorcerer -> choso kamo, kento nanami, kiyotaka ijichi, satoru gojo, suguru geto, takuma ino
ok, first of all: thank you for this phenomenal request!!!! I love fulfilling requests, regardless of what they are because I just love interacting with you guys & sharing my writing with y'all, but it's always so fun & amazing to get a request that I'm so genuinely excited to fulfill & that inspires me as a creator, so thank you!!!
secondly: I kind of took the request & ran with it. I had a hard time coming up with a solution to like, why would they not know about it if they were dating, like that's an odd secret to keep?? So I originally planned on making this a pre-relationship kind of situation, but I have such a hard time with that, I always feel like anytime I try to create something like that it's so cringey & forced, idk??? So I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you were asking for!
third: you'll notice the cast list for this smau is somewhat different than previous ones. I don't plan on keeping the same exact people or number of people in rotation for each post. When it comes to smau or writing in general, the last thing I want to do is force myself to create something. I typically don't add suguru to my smaus, but I felt like he really fit within this one & I had an idea for him. I didn't include any of the non-sorcerer characters because that made the most sense to me. In the future, if you'd like me to include a specific character (like suguru or sukuna, for example, who aren't in all of my smaus), just let me know; otherwise, it might be a mixed bag.
okay, fourth & final thing: this maybe only occurred to me, & if so, yay! but the whole time I was making this, I kept thinking that if this actually happened, they would probably never choose to have this conversation with you over text, & they'd probably have a much larger reaction. Those kinds of things are pretty difficult to capture in a 3-4 screenshot smau, if you know what I mean. Plus, angst is really not my bag at all; I wish it was & maybe I'll write more of it in the future, but not today.
xoxo, carlisle!
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Baking cookies pt. 3- LN4
*:ïœ„ïŸ Summary: Lando and Y/N confess their feelings, agreeing to take things slow, while Nina continues to brighten their lives.
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The next morning felt different. Not in a drastic, world-shifting way, but in the small, quiet way things change when you finally admit how you feel about someone whoâs been in your life for so long. The sun filtered through the curtains in Landoâs living room, casting soft shadows on the walls, and Y/N sat at the kitchen table, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. She wasnât thinking about the articles in front of her, though. Her mind was on Landoâand the kiss they shared the night before.
She could still feel the warmth of his lips, the gentle way his hand had cradled hers. The memory made her heart skip a beat, and she couldnât help but smile.
âMorning, sleepyhead.â
Y/Nâs head snapped up at the sound of Landoâs voice. He was standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, his hair still messy from sleep. He looked comfortable in a worn T-shirt and sweats, a soft grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
âMorning,â she replied, her cheeks flushing slightly at the memory of last night.
Lando pushed himself off the doorframe and walked over to her, dropping into the chair across the table. He rested his elbows on the table, leaning forward with that same playful glint in his eyes that Y/N had seen countless timesâbut now, it felt different. There was something deeper behind it.
âHowâd you sleep?â he asked, his voice soft.
âGood,â Y/N answered, smiling. âYou?â
âBest Iâve slept in a while,â Lando replied, his gaze locked on hers.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, the weight of their newfound connection hanging in the air. It was comfortable, but there was a spark between them, something quietly electric that hadnât been there before.
But before they could say anything more, the familiar sound of little feet running down the stairs interrupted them.
âDaddy! Auntie Y/N!â Ninaâs voice called out as she bounced into the kitchen, her curly hair wild and her face full of excitement. âIâm hungry!â
Y/N and Lando exchanged a quick glance before they both burst into laughter. The moment was broken, but in the best wayâNina always had that effect.
âWhatâs on the menu today, munchkin?â Lando asked, ruffling Ninaâs hair as she climbed onto Y/Nâs lap.
âPancakes!â Nina declared with a big grin.
Y/N smiled, hugging Nina tightly. âPancakes, huh? I think we can make that happen.â
âYay!â Nina clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing on Y/Nâs lap.
Lando got up from his chair, heading toward the fridge. âAlright, team pancake, letâs get to work.â
As Lando started gathering ingredients, Y/N helped Nina down from her lap, and together, they got to work in the kitchen. It was something they had done countless times before, but this time felt different. Everything did.
The three of them moved around the kitchen with ease, like a well-practiced routine. Nina poured the flour, Y/N mixed the batter, and Lando flipped the pancakes, tossing in an extra bit of flair for Nina, who giggled with every flip.
At one point, Lando leaned over to Y/N, his voice low and teasing. âYou know, I think youâre rubbing off on me.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. âOh yeah? How so?â
âWell,â Lando said, holding up a pancake with a lopsided heart shape in the middle, âIâm starting to get pretty good at these.â
Y/N shook her head with a smile, nudging him playfully. âSure you are.â
They shared another quiet moment of laughter, but this time, there was an undeniable tenderness in it. Landoâs hand brushed against Y/Nâs as he passed her a plate, and she felt that same warmth flood her chest. The feeling that this was right, that they were right.
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Once breakfast was done, the three of them sat at the table together, with Nina happily munching on her pancakes while talking animatedly about her day ahead. Lando and Y/N exchanged glances across the table, both of them silently reveling in the ease of this moment. It was just the three of them, but it felt like more.
After breakfast, Lando cleared the table while Y/N helped Nina get ready for the day. As they moved through their morning routine, the unspoken understanding between Lando and Y/N grew. They didnât need to say anything just yetâthere was comfort in the way they worked together, the natural way they fit into each otherâs lives.
Once Nina was dressed and ready to play in the garden, Y/N found herself back in the living room, straightening up a few toys Nina had left scattered around. Lando appeared beside her, leaning against the couch as he watched her for a moment, his expression thoughtful.
âY/NâŠâ His voice was softer now, more serious.
She turned to face him, her heart beating a little faster. âYeah?â
Lando stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently take hers. âIâve been thinking about us. About what this means.â
Y/N squeezed his hand, her eyes searching his. âMe too.â
âI know we havenât really talked about it yet, but I want to make sure weâre on the same page,â Lando said, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. âBecause this? This feels like more than just a moment.â
Y/N nodded, her heart swelling at his words. âIt is more. Itâs everything.â
Landoâs smile was soft but filled with so much emotion that it made Y/Nâs chest ache. âI donât want to rush anything, but⊠I want this. I want us.â
Y/N took a step closer, her free hand reaching up to rest against his chest. âI want that too, Lando. I want us to figure this out together.â
His hand came up to cup her cheek, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt. But there wasnât any. Y/N was sure of this, sure of them.
âYou know, Nina adores you,â Lando said quietly, his voice filled with emotion. âSheâs always asking when youâll come over. And seeing the two of you together⊠It makes me realize how lucky I am.â
Y/Nâs heart melted at his words. She had always loved Nina as if she were her own, and hearing Lando say those things only deepened her feelings for him. âI adore her too, Lando. And I⊠I adore you.â
His eyes softened, and before Y/N could say anything more, Lando leaned in and kissed her. It was soft and sweet, but this time there was more behind it. The promise of something new, something real.
When they finally pulled away, Y/N rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the quiet space between them. âWeâll take it slow,â she whispered. âFor Nina. For us.â
Lando nodded, his smile widening. âYeah, slow sounds perfect.â
Just as they were about to kiss again, a loud crash echoed from the garden, followed by Ninaâs triumphant shout. âI did it!â
Y/N and Lando both burst into laughter, stepping apart as they looked out the window to see Nina standing proudly next to a stack of garden toys she had knocked over.
âWeâd better go check on our little troublemaker,â Lando said with a grin, taking Y/Nâs hand as they headed outside together.
As they walked into the garden, hand in hand, Y/N couldnât help but feel like this was the start of something beautiful. A new chapter for all three of them.
And it was exactly where she wanted to be.
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Kiss It Better
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!bunny-hybrid!reader
summary: on a day planned to be just for just you and leon, he gets called into work. it dredges up some old memories, and upon returning home, he wants to make it better by taking extra care of his baby bunny.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, cockwarming, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, hurt/comfort, reader copes with her past at the shelter
word count: 6.1k
a/n: yay leon and his baby bunny finally return. i hope this lives up to the first part lol which can be found here. i have another part planned as well if people are interested. as always reblogs and comments mean the world <3
âI could never say no to my sweet baby bunny.â
A statement Leon had said off-hand in the heat of the moment. Something heâd told you as a comfort, a way of warming you up for your first intimate moments together. He hadnât put much thought into it before it rolled out of his mouth.Â
But damn, if only heâd known how true it would prove to be.
The words were ringing through his head right now as you dragged him through the mall on another Saturday he dedicated entirely to spending time with you. Heâd already bought you a fair amount of stuff from cute frilly socks to pretty pink panties to some tiny t-shirts he knew heâd regret as soon as you used one to get your way. And now you were heading towards a shop tucked away in the farthest corner of the shopping center. His only hope was that the location meant it was the end of the line, the last stop on your trip.
From what he could see, it sold stuffed animals amongst other items that could clutter up his house. Luckily, the small plush toys seemed to be the only things drawing your attention. Your eyes scanned the rows before fixating on a specific one that sat on the bottom shelf. You crouched down to get and pulled it to your chest, standing up again so Leon could see your selection. His eyes soften as he notices your little cottontail twitching with excitement.
He canât help the smile that spreads on his face at the sight. His sweet girl standing there with a small plush cow in her arms. The tufts of black and white fur jutted out the top of its head near a set of foamy horns. You looked up at him with puppy eyes, which heâd come to view as unfair since heâd chosen a bunny for a reason. But they worked on him all the same.
âBaby-â he starts, but you interject, predicting his argument.
âI donât have a cow yet,â you plead, âItâs just one more.â
âYeah, this one is just one more. And so is the next one, and the one after that, and the one after fifty more of these things,â he teases.
âCâmon, please,â you beg, stepping close to him to lean against his chest.
âIs this your way of telling me you want your own bed again? Youâre just gonna fill the one we share with more and more of these until thereâs no room and Iâm pushed to the floor,â he jokes.
âNo,â you deny, âPlus I put them away at night anyways.â
âMost of them,â he corrects.
âCause I need my bear to sleep,â you say with a little pout.
He swears he almost swoons. Youâre too fucking cute. He knows heâs spoiled you rotten. Youâre treated better than the average hybrid to put it lightly, but he was past the point of paying that any mind. That shelter heâd picked you up from never let you have stuff like this. In his mind, he was righting their wrongs, burying those sad memories with as much cute shit as he could afford. And if other people didnât approve, if they thought he should keep you silent and on a leash, he couldnât care less.
Looking down at you now, playfully pleading with him for that stuffed animal, he knew he could never treat you like that. He rolls his eyes and messes with your hair, gently scratching the base of your floppy ears.
âFine,â he says, âOne more.â
You all but cheer with your excitement, bouncing up to give him a fat kiss on the cheek. He takes the stuffie from you and walks to the register to pay for it. You walk, lacing your hand with his and swinging your arms back and forth.
He looks over at you and instantly remembers why he always ends up giving in. Why he can never say no. Now that you had opened up, he couldnât get enough of you. Heâd loved you before that day a few months ago, the day when heâd caught you during your attempt at self-soothing with his pillow between your legs. But since that day, a whole new layer of you had been revealed to him. The sweet and shy bunny heâd met at the shelter touched his heart first, but the affectionate and needy girl youâd allowed him to see owned it now.
He pays for your little cow, adding another bag to the collection hanging from his arm, and leads you out of the store. You tuck yourself under his arm, clinging to his abdomen.
âThank you, daddy,â you say quietly and press a kiss to his chest.
His heart throbs at the sound of the sweet name youâd attributed to him months ago. He has to remind himself that youâre in public before any other part of his body reacts.
âYouâre welcome, sweetheart,â he says and strokes one of your ears with his free hand.
Once the pair of you reach his car, he loads your stuff in before giving you a pat on the ass as you climb in the front seat. Youâre all smiles, and he couldnât feel better. He gets in the driverâs seat and switches the car on. Your hand goes for the controls to the music right away. He always let you pick when you were with him. Each song acted as a little glimpse into you and what you liked.
As youâre selecting one you like, he feels a buzz in his pocket. He fishes his phone out as you share some of the stuff you like about the song you put on. You then start asking him where youâre going next, but the plans slowly begin to unravel as he reads the message displayed over the picture of you he had as his screensaver.
âShitâŠâ he mutters to himself before looking back up at you. Your ears droop in tandem with his face dropping. âBaby, I gotta drop you back at the house. I gotta take care of some stuff at work for a bit.â
He sees the disappointment in your eyes, and it kills him.
âBut⊠I thought you took the day off,â you say. Your mood rapidly depletes. It wasnât his fault, but it wasnât fair. This was supposed to be a day where he was all yours. Twenty four hours where the D.S.O. laid no claim on him.
âI did, but Iâve told you how it is sometimes. I canât get out of it some days,â he says.
âBut you already stayed late all week. What else do they even need you for?â you ask. It may be irrational, but you canât help how your mind floods with a sense of abandonment in the moment. You knew Leon would never do that, but the years you spent in that shelter had done a good job of convincing you otherwise.
âJust some formality stuff. Iâll be as quick as I can. You know I wouldnât choose working over being with you,â he says.
Now heâs the one pleading. Your ears are flat on your head, and your eyes are fixed on your seat below you. He knows you feel wounded now even though youâre holding it in.
âIf youâre mad itâs ok,â he whispers and reaches out to stroke your jawline, âYou can be upset, honey. I wonât get mad at you. I know you were excited about today.â
As much as you had opened up, he could tell you still shied away from showing too much negative emotion. He knew youâd gone through some punishments at the shelter you were still too scared to talk about.
âItâs not your fault,â you say and shrug, dejection all over your features.
He sighs and starts the car, pulling out of the parking space, and heading towards the house. âI know itâs not, but you can still let out some frustration. I wouldn't think youâre ungrateful if thatâs what youâre worried about. You wouldnât get in trouble,â he says, keeping his tone gentle.
You bring your feet up onto the seat and retreat into yourself a bit. With a simple shake of your head, he knows the topic has closed.
He lets out a quiet sigh as he drives down the road. It drips with the frustration that heâs letting you down. He canât reach inside your head and pull out the negative effects of the shelter. He canât tell the D.S.O. to fuck off and let him spend as many hours as he wants with his precious girl. All he can do is pull into the driveway and watch you get out of the car, your posture slightly slumped with the encroaching feelings of loneliness. You pull your shopping bags from the car. At least you give him a little parting kiss so he doesnât feel completely emaciated.
He watches your sad trudge into the house before taking the car back out of the driveway and down the same road in the opposite direction.
Inside the house, the silence dominates you. You pad down the hallway to the bedroom that had once belonged solely to Leon. Dropping the bags of clothes near the door, you then hop on the bed and toss your new little cow up near your other pillows. Your eyes linger on the ceiling. Youâd become familiar with the insignificant bumps and ridges above that provided a distraction on sleepless nights. Nights where you just needed to tune everything out and count them to avoid being haunted by the past.
Before Leon had taken you in, you always imagined youâd enjoy the quiet of a real home. The shelter always echoed with loud cries of sorrow, screams of anger, and whimpers of hopelessness. Youâd lie on the thin mattress tucked in the corner of your area and try to dream of the days your bed would be lush with pillows and blankets, decorated how you liked and surrounded by the peace of you and whoever had chosen to love you.
And now those days have come. Theyâre real. You didnât have to deal with the constant atmosphere of despair or the looming threat of punishment for acting like a human being. So why was it so easy for you to tumble into sadness like this? Why did the quiet no longer mean sanctuary but rather the absence of the person you loved most in this world? You could never work it out. It was too hard. Any time you tried you ended up spiraling into even more self loathing. Because thereâs nothing to be sad about anymore. Thereâs no reason to feel like this. That stuff shouldnât bother you; itâs nothing more than a collection of ugly memories at this point. Why couldnât you be grateful for the life Leon had given you? The man gave you just about anything under the sun you could want, so why did one minor inconvenience have to throw you off this badly?
The bags by the door didnât make you smile anymore. They only brought guilt. You didnât deserve them. All the gifts and love he lavished upon you would never make you into what you were supposed to be.
Your thoughts consume you for longer than you notice. The sky darkens outside, tinting the room with a violet haze. You lie on the bed under your self-made cloud of gloom for hours, not noticing how much time has passed until you hear the garage door closing and footsteps getting closer. You glance at the bedroom door as it opens silently.
Of course, itâs Leon. His eyes fill with concern at the sight of you. Heâd seen you down before but never so deflated. His face now resembles how he looked when he caught you humping his pillow all those months ago, but itâs also distinctly different. He still has curiosity in his gaze, not able to pin down what exactly is the reason for the present circumstances. Though the reaction this time is more worried than surprised. Your present state doesnât shock him; instead he feels a protective instinct flare within him.
He approaches the bed and sits next to your limp form. His palm rubs up and down your arm slowly. âHey baby,â he says softly, âYou doing ok?â
You look up at him and nod. Sitting up, you scoot to him and align your side with his. Your legs extend out in the opposite direction of him as your head rests on the curve of his shoulder. âI just missed you,â you say softly, your arms encircling the circumference of his bicep.
He presses a kiss to the crown of your head and starts rubbing your back. âYou do anything fun while I was gone?â he asks.
âNothing special,â you respond, âThink shopping made me sleepy.â
You speak with a soft tone of voice, attempting to further the idea that this was merely a bout of tiredness. His eyebrows rise with suspicion. As cute as you look with your cheek squished against his shoulder, he pulls your body around and seats you on his lap. His fingers sweep down your jaw and guide you to look up at him.
âYou sure youâre just tired? Nothing else? We werenât out for that long. I just wanna make sure youâre alright,â he says, trying to show you with how he speaks that itâs not an accusation.
But you remain firm in your convictions and nod. âMhm, Iâm already feeling better. I just needed a little rest,â you assure him and tuck your face against his neck.
Itâs not a lie. You were feeling better now that he had returned, each passing moment had little improvement for your mood. But he knew something still wasnât right. He strokes down the silky expanse of your ears while his other hand massages the base of your tail.
âWell, I missed you too, yâknow? Couldnât stop thinking about my sweet baby bunny the whole time I was at work,â he says.
You were already melting against his chest from the physical contact, but now a smile graces your features. âReally?â you ask, looking up at him again.
âReally,â he confirms, âI felt pretty bad leaving you all alone when it was supposed to be our day.â
âOh, you donât have to fe-â you start before he interrupts.
âNo, I told you the day was gonna be for us. So how about this?â he asks, rubbing his thumb back and forth over your chin, âHow about instead we make it a night for us? Iâll give you a nice bath, put you in some of the new stuff I got you.â
He kisses your head again, then your temple, then your cheek.
âMaybe daddyâll even give you a special treat before you fall asleep,â he murmurs before kissing your lips.
Taking in a deep breath, you nod. Youâre helpless when he treats you like this, disagreeing doesnât even seem like an option.
âWill you get in the bath with me though?â you ask.
He grins and rises off the bed with you in his arms. âOf course. Anything for my baby bunny.â
The two of you head to the attached bathroom. He sits you on the counter while drawing the bath. Steam drifts up into the hair from the hot water pooling in the tub. He lights some candles, dims the lights, and lets you pick out the scent of bubbles you want.
You sit on the laminate countertop, lazily swinging your dangling legs as you watch him. He checks the temperature of the water multiple times and stares at the clear liquid coming from the bottle of bubble bath. Once thatâs taken care of, itâs your turn. He slips your shirt over your head and your bottoms down your legs like youâre the most delicate thing on the face of the earth. Kisses land on your jaw as he pulls your panties off too and drops them in the hamper with the other articles of clothing. So meticulous about everything, at least when it came to you.
He scoops you up again and brings you to the bath, setting you down in the water before twisting the faucet off and discarding his own clothing. Then he climbs in behind you, slotting his body between yours and the cool marble.
âCâmere, baby. Nice and close to daddy,â he murmurs as he pulls you onto his thighs.
You sink into his chest. The feeling of his skin against yours is almost enough to make it all better, enough to make you forget about earlier. You nuzzle into his muscular front, making him smile. He strokes your face and takes care to avoid getting your ears wet.
Both baths and showers used to make you anxious, and he knew that. One of the details you had shared with him about your life at the shelter was having to share the space with all the other hybrids, including the bathrooms. Youâd told him how much you hated it, and he could only imagine. He tried extra hard now to make both as comfortable for you as possible, pampering you like an absolute princess.
Thinking about all this, him going above and beyond for you like he always did, makes you turn more into his body. Your arms loop around him, and you place your head beside his, obscuring your downtrodden expression from his vision. Your chin rests on his shoulder as he returns the embrace and holds you closer.
âMy perfect girl,â he whispers.
The words are complimentary, but right now, the second in particular stings like a blade. You nestle your face against the warmth of his throat and tighten your limbs around him, trying to drown out the bad swirling inside of you with the feeling of his flesh on yours.
He knows youâre still acting a little unusual. Maybe your heat was right around the corner and it had you feeling extra needy. Maybe you were just still a bit sad about missing out on a day with him. He wasnât totally sure, but he just wanted to make it better. And the way you were starting to press against him, breasts flush against his chest and the warmth of your thighs pressing against either side of him had his cock starting to stiffen up.
âSweet thing⊠you wanna feel a little closer, hm?â he murmurs, fingertips rubbing tiny circles into the small of your back.
You weakly nod.
âIs this close enough? Or should daddy get even closer? I think being inside would feel even better,â he whispers.
You nod again, this time with more motivation. âPlease daddy,â you mumble.
âOf course. All you had to do was ask,â he says. He lazily strokes himself a few times beneath the water, getting himself a little harder before he lifts you slightly and slides in.
A soft moan drifts out of you as he lowers you again. You put your head back down on him and sit with the comfort of being full.
âThereâs my baby bunny,â he coos in a low voice.
He also takes in the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in. The feeling of your warm, wet embrace wrapped around him.
The two of you sit quietly for a while more, the bathroom silent except for the occasional trickle of water when one of you shifts. Flickering lights from the candles paint the walls in dim orange as the scent of the bubble bath takes over the air completely.
But to Leonâs dismay, your mood doesnât seem to be brightening up. You donât start squirming with the need to ride him like you normally would. You donât get extra sappy with him and start going for more kisses or longing looks.Â
He reaches for the wash cloth resting on the brim of the tub and soaks it in the water. He squirts some soap onto it and gently rubs it up and down your back. He can feel your muscles losing some of their tension, but youâre still withdrawn. He continues tenderly cleaning you off while you sit with him inside you.
After a few moments more, not knowing becomes unbearable. âHoney, whatâs wrong?â he asks softly.
âNothing, Iâm-â
âYouâre not just sleepy,â he interjects. His voice is still loving despite the confrontational manner of the conversation.Â
He gently guides you away from his body so youâre kneeling straight up in the bath. His eyes scan you over, trying to make this easier by figuring out what it is, but he canât. He brings the wash cloth up to your chest and starts brushing it against your chest, between your breasts, and down your belly.
âI know somethingâs wrong, and I know youâre scared of talking about things like this. But I would honestly prefer you telling me what it is, even if it comes out harsh, to sitting here and trying to figure out whatâs bothering you,â he says as he rubs your skin with the soft cloth.
âI donât know,â you say timidly.
âIâm only asking because I care. I canât help you if I donât know what the problem is. Seeing you hurting hurts me too, baby,â he responds.
âIâm not lying. I donât know,â you say again, some defensiveness seeping into your words, âI donât know why I feel bad. I donât know how to tell you whatâs wrong. I just- I felt sad earlier, and I know I shouldnât feel sad which makes me more sad.â
He sees the panic rising in your eyes and hears your words becoming more rushed. In an effort to keep the situation controlled, he pulls you back to his chest, hushing your worries by engulfing you with his arms. You reciprocate the motion, eager to retreat from your emotions. He takes a pause to grapple with what you had just said.
âWhat do you mean you shouldnât feel sad?â he asks.
âBecause⊠because thereâs no reason to be sad,â you answer.
âIf youâre sad, then thereâs a reason to be sad,â he says and looks down at you with growing concern.
You shake your head. âNo, there isnât,â you whimper. You start to feel tears collecting in your eyes while your throat feels like itâs constricting. âYou make everything so perfect for me, and I canât do the same for you.â
Heâs beyond confused at this point. He feels a couple tears fall against his neck, and all he can do is hold you tighter.
âWoah, woah, baby, câmon,â he says, trying to prevent more tears, âWhat are you talking about? Perfect? I donât expect you to be perfect.â
âYeah, exactly because you are perfect. You never push me. You never ask for too much. You never do anything bad, and I still get like this,â you cry.
â... Is that a bad thing?â he asks, still lost.
âNo, but I just wanna be perfect for you too. You work so hard all the time at your job, and then you come home and you have to deal with me,â you weep and cling onto him more, âI donât deserve you.â
âDonât say that,â he says in a hushed voice, âYouâre exactly what I want. I couldnât ask for anything more than you.â
âYes, you could. You deserve someone who can give you what you give. You deserve someone whoâs not fucked up by stupid stuff from the past,â you cry, âIâll never be a perfect pet, and I donât wanna disappoint you.â
His chest aches and tightens up when he hears that. He starts to pull out, figuring this wasnât the time to be balls deep inside you, but you stay locked around him so he stays put.
âSweetheart, youâre not⊠I donât see you asâŠâ he starts, being careful with his words.
You continue your quiet crying against him.
âYouâre more than a pet to me,â he decides, soft but firm, âYou donât disappoint me ever. You canât disappoint me because I donât have expectations of what you should be. Youâre not some dumb animal that I want to mold into a fantasy. I know you were treated like that before, but thatâs not what you are to me. Youâre my baby bunny. My little love.â
More tears spill out onto him. The bathwater ripples with the shaking of your body.
âYouâre not fucked up,â he whispers, âThat stuff you went through at the shelter, thatâs a big deal. I donât expect you to just be able to move on from that like itâs normal. You need some extra care, and Iâve known that since the first day you came home with me. Itâs not a bad thing. Itâs something I love about you. Iâm not dealing with you when we do things like this. Youâre not a burden to me.â
âPromise?â is all you can choke out right now.
âI promise, baby. Cross my heart and hope to die,â he murmurs and kisses your temple. He sighs and squeezes his arms around you before saying a little more amidst the quiet of the bathroom. âIâm not gonna pretend I know exactly how you feel. But I know how it is to get shoved into a life you didnât ask for. To get expectations put on you that you can never meet. I donât want you to feel like that with me. I love you, and Iâm gonna love you whether youâre a perfect âpetâ or not. Thatâs not whatâs important to me.â
You know heâs being genuine. You hold yourself closer and press a few faint kisses to his throat. âIâm sorry,â you cry.
âNothing to be sorry for,â he whispers, âJust try and calm down for me, sweet girl. Take some deep breaths.â
You do as he says and work towards settling down. Your breathing slows, and the tears slowly stop. He grabs another washcloth and wets it. He guides your head up and gives you a small kiss before dabbing at your cheeks and cleaning your face of any remaining sadness. Your eyes flutter shut and relax under the loving care of his movements. He tends to your hair next, caring for it how you need.
Once your bath is done, he pulls out of you. You give him a little pout, bringing a smirk to his face.
âPatience, little one,â he teases before standing up with you in his arms.
He taps the stopper with his foot, draining the bathtub as he steps out. He sets you down so he can wrap a towel around his waist and then bundles you up in a big fluffy one. He dries you off and brings you in front of the mirror. He applies some product to your ears, something heâd gotten to keep them from drying out. You canât help the smile on your face as his fingers gently rub down your long, fluffy ears. You can feel his love through his motions. He follows it with your hair routine, going through each step with precision and making sure to do it just how you like.
Before he takes you to the bedroom, his arms curl around your waist and he slots his head next to yours, gazing into your eyes through the reflective glass of the mirror.
âMy baby bunny,â is all he says before pulling you out to the bed and laying you down on it.
He gets some of your lotion, a scent heâd become so familiar with. He rubs it all up and down your legs, taking time to lightly massage as he works. His hands glide all over your body, over your hips, up your sides, across your chest, and down your arms to your hands. Every inch of you was going to feel soft as silk if he could help it. The soft sighs of pleasure that come from you are enough to keep him thoroughly invested in the process.
When heâs finished, he plants a kiss on your lips and gets up. He heads to the door where you had dropped the shopping bags from earlier. Heâs rifling through them, pulling out some new items you could wear to bed. He fishes out a cute t-shirt and some smooth panties when he hears your voice call to him.
âWait, daddy?â you say.
âYeah, baby?â he responds immediately, looking over his shoulder at you.
âCome back,â you request.
He looks at you curiously but stands up and walks back to the edge of the bed where you were sitting. Looking down at you lovingly, he holds your jaw and squeezes your cheeks. âWhat is it?â
âI donât wanna get dressed yet⊠Maybe I could still have my treat⊠if you want to,â you initiate timidly while grabbing the hem of his towel.
He smiles and breathes out a laugh. âYeah? Youâre feeling better and need daddy again?â he asks teasingly, letting you tug the towel loose. It crumples to the floor behind his legs and unveils his cock to you.
âAlways need my daddy,â you say, looking up at him.
âDonât I know it,â he teases.
He pushes you back on the bed and crawls on top of you. Leaning down, he kisses and nips at your neck. His hands squeeze your hips. You nuzzle the side of his head affectionately. Out of the corner of your eye you see him swat away the plush cow that sat nearby on a pillow from when youâd thrown it earlier.
âHey,â you say, feigning protest, âThatâs mean. He didnât do anything.â
âIâm sure heâll forgive me,â he says with a grin.
Your body is already exposed from the bath, and he takes advantage. He kisses down along your collarbone towards the valley of your breasts. His palms cup them at the sides as his lips coast over them. He always took his time with you when he could. Heâd get to rush when you were in heat and soaked just from being in the room with him.
Your fingers lace through the strands of his hair as you draw in a sharp breath. He laves at your nipples and the sensitive flesh of your breasts. His tongue caresses along the curves slowly, building your anticipation and causing your tummy to start fluttering.
His hand slides down your body, dipping between your legs to seek out your center. His fingers brush against the velvet folds and feel how theyâre beginning to grow slick with your arousal. He swirls around your clit before pressing down on the sensitive nub and rubbing. Your lips part as you mewl.
âIs daddy already making you feel good, baby?â he coos.
You nod as your face starts to morph into that pouty look you get when youâre worked up. He loves every second of it and continues flicking his middle finger against the bud.
âYou gonna let me show you how perfect you are, hm?â he asks.
You simply whine in response and tilt your head back against the pillows.
âThatâs my girl. So fuckinâ pretty when you get like this,â he says.
He swipes his fingers up and down some more until he feels you're wet enough and ready to take him. He was certain you could take it without as much prep. Over the last couple of months, youâd youâd shown him the phrase âfucking like rabbitsâ was true after all, but he liked making you feel like you needed it. He like dragging his tip against your entrance, teasingly prodding the head of his cock at your hole. He savored the way you whine and squirm for it. Just like you were doing right now.
He pushes it in you, a deep groan coming from him as he sinks in all the way to the hilt. The way your eyes flutter and droop drives him crazy. His arms cage you down on the mattress as his knees sink into the plush blankets for leverage so that he can start thrusting.
âPerfect fit, thatâs for sure,â he grunts, âNo one else can take my cock like you can.â
You nod, whimpering and holding onto him. âMade for my daddy,â you say before gasping.
âYeah you were. My perfect angel bunny. Sent down just for me,â he says and starts rocking his hips.
You writhe within the confines of his arms. Your breasts push up against his chest as your back arches. He fucks into you deep as he can, just how he knows you like it. Gripping your wrists, he pins them on the mattress, keeping you secure and in place so that he can piston his hips against you without interruption.
His own head tilts back, eyes shutting and lips separating the smallest bit. You gaze up at him like heâs the prettiest thing youâve ever seen. Every bit of him makes you clamp around his length.
âSuch a good girl,â he mutters, âThis is just what you needed. Just needed daddy to breed you and get you nice and calm again.â
That word makes your fuse burn faster, and you nod vigorously. âCanât help it daddy,â you whimper, âIâm just a bunny. Donât know any better.â
âOh, I know, baby. Sweet little bunny like you needs to be bred. You need daddyâs cock to function, donât you? Nothing feels right if you havenât been bred,â he says, picking up more speed.
âMhm,â you squeak.
Your legs start trembling hard as he hammers into your sweet spot over and over. To stabilize you, he lets go of your wrists and places his palms on the back of your thighs. Heâs pressing you so hard into the mattress it feels like you might drop through straight to the floor. You cry out for him again and again, spurring him on.
âGood girl. I gotta breed my perfect little bunny. Fuck you nice and full like you deserve,â he grunts. The bed creaks with the force of his movements.
He pants as he drills into you. His head eventually falls forward to your shoulder again, but his hips donât stop rolling.
âFuck, youâre gonna make me cum so hard, youâre gonna end up with a whole litter,â he moans.
Your eyes roll back and your legs lock around his waist. âNeed it, daddy. Please,â you whine and clutch at his shoulders.
âI need it too baby. Need to knock up my sweet baby bunny. Gotta get you nice and full so everyone knows youâre all mine,â he says.
Youâre both almost at the peak, gripping each other as tight as possible, sucking in air like thereâs a limited supply. Both of you are moments from snapping when Leonâs eyes screw shut, his mind clouded by images of you pregnant with his babies. Itâs too much, and heâs snapping into you like heâll die otherwise.
âYouâre gonna be the prettiest mama to our perfect babies,â he moans against you before his body starts sputtering.
The feeling of his cum flooding into you is enough to throw you over the edge with him. You seize up, back arching off the bed like you're possessed. You babble out some words of love, but all of it gets lost. Youâre so jumbled up from the high, you both can only cling to each other as you ride it out.
Youâre still breathing heavy as you come down, and so is he. Puffs of his breath come out right next to your ear. He lazily kisses below the lobe as you come back to reality.
âYou see how important to me you are? See how much I love you?â he murmurs as he carefully rolls over and brings you to rest on his chest with him still buried inside you.
You nod and peck his jaw as you settle against him.
âGood. I never want you thinking like that again. If you ever need a reminder of what I think of you, I want you to tell me, and Iâll give you this same reminder.â
âI will,â you agree softly as he strokes your back.
Youâre both exhausted from the exertion and the long day. Heâs content to just melt into the bed while tangled up with you.
âGonna keep you plugged up for a while, baby. Gotta make sure it takes, my sweet girl,â he mumbles as his eyes start drooping.
You gaze up at him, pretty sure you have hearts in your eyes. Your doubt and sadness had been abated for now. You nuzzle him and kiss his chest before trying to get some rest yourself.Â
âLove you daddy. So so much,â you whisper.
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SO KISS ME
my first post ever! yay! and itâs because i saw this tweet and i just HAD to write about it. who knows? maybe iâll just keep writing whenever i get ideas
tw: none + fluff! (not proofread, iâm writing this on a whim) + slightly suggestive in some of them?
keep in mind that is literally my first time writing so be nice if you leave feedback <3 plus english is not even my first language
SEONGHWA
âMWACKâ âMWACKâ âMWACKâ sounds filled the room, followed by soft giggles that came from the beautiful man underneath you. the sun was going down, and the last golden rays hit seonghwaâs face just right, making him look so heavenly you just couldnât help but kiss him. one thing led to another, and you ended up kissing every single spot of his face.
âlove, whatâs up with you?â he asked, brushing a stray of hair that fell on your face.
âyouâ *MWACK* âareâ *MWACK* âsoâ *MWACK* âbeautifulâ *MWACK MWACK MWACK* you said between kisses.
âbut so are you, itâs my turn now!â he exclaimed, switching positions so now he had you caged underneath him. you giggled, holding his face with your hand and caressing his cheek.
âhow did i get so lucky?â you asked, more to yourself than him, interlocking eyes with him.
seonghwaâs eyes softened, and proceeded to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips. following the order of kisses you did on him.
âthatâs what i ask myself every single dayâ he whispered, going straight back to your lips to taste you even more.
HONGJOONG
you missed him. you woke up in the morning and the bed was cold, no sign of your boyfriend nearby, just his shorts and random shirt he wore as pjs on the floor. you went to work, had coffee with a friend and went back home, just to find an empty apartment once again.
you werenât mad, you knew hongjoong had responsibilities as ateezâs leader and music producer. and you were so proud of him for that, but it doesnât mean you donât miss him. so you decided to pay him a visit to the studio, where he said he was gonna be at, earlier by text.
you found him sitting cross legged in front of his laptop with his headphones on, moving his head slightly to the beat of whatever song he was working on. you smirked to yourself, and thought of a little revenge plan.
you sneaked up on him, wrapping your arms around his torso and kissing him loudly on his cheek.
âAH! baby what are you doing here? donât scare me like that!â he exclaimed, taking his headphones off and turning his chair around to look at you. he wasnât angry though, you noticed the little smile on his face.
âi missed you, i want cuddlesâ you said, pouting. his eyes softened, and his hands left his laptop to wrap around your middle, bringing you closer to him. you were towering slightly over him.
no words were exchanged, the way your eyes interlocked said everything. as if there was a string connecting you both, you leaned in at the same time and shared a sweet kiss. he broke the kiss after a bit, but you needed more. so you left little pecks along his jaw, corner of his mouth, cheeks.
âi missed you tooâ he smiled.
YUNHO
âbabe i need your help with something!â yunho suddenly exclaimed, making you lift your head from your phone with a confused look. he had just finished getting his makeup done for the music video.
earlier that day he asked you to come with him to the venue of ateezâs upcoming comeback. he said you were his âgood luck charmâ or something, and looked at you with those pretty puppy eyes of his. how could you say no?
you stood up from your seat and approached him. he immediately wrapped one arm around you, while the other hand held a lipstick tube. you raised an eyebrow at him, not following what he meant.
âi need you to put this on and kiss meâ he giggled. âthe comeback concept is love, and we were asked to take pictures with kisses all over our facesâ
âbut-â you attempted to say. âand i really donât feel like having wooyoung or mingi kiss me when i have you, the one i love the most in the whole wide world, here with meâ he interrupted, shaking you slightly as to dramatize the seriousness.
again, how could you say no? he was giving you the same puppy eyes from this morning. you took the lipstick tube from his hand and applied it to your lips. wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer and kissed him on his cheeks, forehead, jaw, chin and nose. eveywhere but his mouth.
âyou missed a spot, babeâ he said, pouting. âatiny will kill me yunho!â you argued, giggling. âfine, but take your pictures first, then iâll reward youâ
damn those eyes of his.
YEOSANG
you were convinced your boyfriend was an angel. like an actual angel that fell from heaven or something so magestic that you could cry. he wasnât doing anything special per say, he was simply enjoying the sun on one of the balconies of kqâs building.
few moments earlier yunho had appeared and hugged him suddenly, earning a confused look from yeosang. since the cameras were rolling, you surpressed a laugh. specially when he didnât notice said cameras, and simply appreciated the hug from one of his members.
when yunho and the cameramen left, yeosang went back to the balcony, returning to the same spot and enjoying the sunlight once again as if nothing happened. he didnât notice you either! so you decided to sneak up on him from behind and pressed the cold drink you were holding on his face.
ây/n! you surprised meâ he exclaimed with wide eyes. you giggled as he took the drink. you kissed his cold cheek in response, and enjoyed the sensation against your lips. so you kissed him again. and again. and once again just in case.
âwhatâs with everyone today?â he asked, blushing due to your actions, but turned to face you properly. âyou are simply so adorable yeoâ you said, kissing him on the lips.
he returned the kiss with a smile, blush impossibly more evident.
SAN
â5 minutes until you have to get on stage! get ready!â a staff member yelled. everyone was making the final touches to the outfits, mics, earplugs, makeup, etc.
âdarling come here quick! i need my good luck kiss!â san suddenly exclaimed, and you hurried up to him with a big smile on your face. âyou donât need luck san, you always kill it up thereâ you said, kissing him slightly on the lips.
âgive me a proper one! i didnât even feel thatâ he argued, bringing you closer with one hand while fixing his earplug with the other.
you rolled your eyes at him and stood on your tippy toes, not wanting to bring him down to your height because a staff member was still finishing the final touches on his pants. you kissed him again, lingering a bit more than the last time.
âthatâs more like itâ he muttered âbut iâd like one more, just for extra precautionâ.
â2 minutes everyone! go!â the same staff member from before yelled. the one fixing his pants stood up and left, work done.
you quickly wrapped your hands around him and brought him down to face you. not only did you kiss his lips once more, but also you kissed him all over his face, carefully though as to not ruin his makeup. satisfied, you pulled away and rushed him to the door.
âdone, now go! youâll be late!â you exclaimed, smile not leaving your face. he looked a bit dizzy, a look of longing evident in his eyes. he was, in fact, not satisfied, and wanted more.
âSAN! itâs time!â seonghwa called from nearby. san shook his head and bit his lip.
âthank you for the extra measurements darlingâ he said before rushing to the stage.
MINGI
âi want to play a gameâ you said suddenly, sitting up on your shared bed and throwing your phone behind you. mingi looked at you with a raised everybrow, hand pausing the small touches on your leg, but sitting up nonetheless.
âyou are like a math genius right?â you asked, smirking, knowing the answer. the questioning look was more evident on his face now. âi like math, i donât know if iâm a genius thoughâ he said.
âfor every right answer you get a kiss. deal?â you asked, getting closer to him and wrapping your legs around his body. his hands immediately let go of the ipad he was holding and instead embraced you, nodding.
âletâs start easy. 6x3?â you asked. â18â he replied, miliseconds after your question. he earned a kiss on his cheek.
â4x5?â you continued. â20, come on baby you said i was a genius, give me a little moreâ.
you rolled your eyes and gave him another kiss, on his other cheek now. âfine, 6x7?â â42, i said give me more!â he exclaimed. you kissed his forehead.
âokay! okay, 7x8 minus 6?â you asked. he took two seconds at most to think, before replying â50. pay upâ. you kissed his neck this time.
â5x9 plus 10 minus 7â you said. â38, youâre making this easy on purpose as an excuse to kiss me right?â he asked, smiling while bringing you even closer to his body. you giggled âmaybe, who knows? i like smart peopleâ, you said, kissing him on the lips now.
he immediately kissed you back, deepening the kiss. his hands started caressing the small of your back while your hands flew to his hair, tugging it slightly. after a while, he broke the kiss.
âhey baby?â he asked, pecking your lips. you hummed in response. âthe answer i gave you was incorrect, the real one was 48. just tell me you want kisses next timeâ.
WOOYOUNG
âdo you hate me?â wooyoung asked, crossing his arms. you laughed while you finished applying gloss over your lipstick. you looked at him from the mirror, he had a big pout on his face.
âbabe you know i donât but if i kiss you iâll ruin my lip combo! and i have to leave in likeâ you stopped to check the time on your phone â7 minutesâ.
you were going out tonight with a couple of friends, and ever since you started getting ready wooyoung has been clingy. not in a possesive âdonât goâ type of way, he just genuinely enjoyed your presence. when you started applying your lipstick, he was entranced by how good the color looked on your lips. which led to him asking for a kiss. reason why, you now have a pouty wooyoung standing crossed armed behind you.
âenough time for kisses! you can apply your gloss again laterâ he said, caging you between the vanity and himself the moment you stood up from your seat. you turned around and rolled your eyes. âiâll kiss you later! promise!â
ânooo, i need one kiss now or else iâll die!â he said dramatically, earning a genuine laugh from you. his face came closer to you, and brushed his nose against yours âplease?â he begged.
you canât say no, not to him at least. you kissed his lips lightly, as to not ruin your lipstick too much. it was enough to leave a faint mark though. as to what happened next, you just couldnât help yourself: you started kissing all over his face, definitely ruining the lip combo you worked so hard on. but he just looked so pretty with that color all over his beautiful face!
once you were done with him, wooyoung checked himself on the mirror and smirked. âtell your friends youâll be late, i want to see how this color looks on other parts of my bodyâ.
JONGHO
it wasnât a normal sight to wake up from your nap alone, and find out that your boyfriend left your side to cook. in fact, you could count the times you saw him cooking with one hand, and it was usually food yeosang asked for.
the smell that came out from whatever he was cooking was amazing though, momentarily making you forget he was even there in the first place. but of course, not for long, since you had a clear view of him chopping some carrots while looking extremely attractive. how can this be possible? you asked yourself. never in your life had you felt so atteacted to someone who was cutting vegetables.
you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his neck. âthat smells amazing loveâ you said between kisses.
âoh youâre awake? i thought iâd have to wake you up myselfâ he replied, pecking your lips before returning to the carrots. he also tasted heavenly, and it was just a small peck. so you turned his face back to you again, and kissed him deeper, your tongue tasting his lips more.
âthe taste is so good too jongho, you should cook more oftenâ you said, breaking the kiss and pecking his cheek. he started blushing, hard and unable to say anything back. every time you both kissed left him speechless.
âthank youâ he managed to say. so you did what everyone should do when your partner is a blushy adorable mess: you started kissing him everywhere. cheeks, lips, nose, neck, shoulders, everywhere you could reach.
âyeah i think i should cook more oftenâ he managed to say again in between your kisses, forgetting about the vegetables and the simmering pot, while wrapping his arms around you and allowing you to keep doing your mischief.
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