#the pure joy on kai’s face

[dirtboy313]

nobody talk to me

[6gumi]

blessed by the heavens above!

synopsis ﹒ jujutsu kaisen men and their tittie obsession !

pairings ﹒ satoru gojo 、suguru geto 、choso kamo 、kento nanami 、ryomen sukuna ( implications of heian form ! ) 、toji fushiguro x f!reader

cw ﹒nsfw MDNI. tits, tits, tits ! ! ! 、titplay 、body worship ( ? ) 、established relationships ( ? ) 、petnames ( pretty thing 、princess 、reader referred to as “girl” once, etc ) 、titsucking 、size difference 、fingering ( sukuna only ) 、 toji called “daddy” once 、 jujutsu kaisen men n’ their luv for titties . . . | tag ! @diorsbrando

note﹒BACK W/ THE JJK WRITINGS ! ! YAAAAY ! ! coughs coughs wrote this while i was sickies . . . (again) i kept sniffling & sniffing each word i wrote down cries . . . i hope i didn’t make too many mistakes :> | reblogs are highly appreciated. if you want to talk to me or send thirsts / requests, feel free to send me an ask ! — millie ♡

୨୧ SATORU GOJO

gojo was having a rough day . . . the higher ups giving him an earful here and there . . . and exorcizing curses left and right, he was exhausted, so it was almost obvious how he was gonna relax for the entire night ! by laying on your chest ! “i’m gonna take it off now, kay?” his large hands ran through the silky piece of fabric covering your entire body. his beautiful eyes widened at the sight of your bare chest, appreciation clear in his gaze. he licked his lips, unable to resist reaching out and lightly grazing his fingers over your skin, a low hum rumbling in his throat. "fuck . . . now that's what I'm talking about," he says, his voice husky with desire. "damn, angel. your tits are absolutely perfect, just like you." with a mischievous glint in his eye, your exhausted boyfriend leaned in and took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling it gently before releasing it with a pop . . smirking up at you before latching his mouth back onto your nipple.

shit, he loved your tits, he’d ways pay attention to its warmth, and how it felt within his wet mouth. his mouth nearly watering as he struggled to contain his excitement. gojo’s teeth lazily bit at your nipple, trying to be as gentle as possible . . . breathing heavily through his nose trying to maintain some semblance of control amidst the temptation of your body. you were so small compared to him, yet here he was suckin’ and biting at your nipples . . practically crushing your body from below. despite that, his eyes never left their prize, you. reaching out, he brushed a thumb over one taut nipple of yours . . . earning a sharp gasp. “you make me wanna touch, taste, and explore every inch of you, princess.” the sorcerer spoke playfully, squeezing gently. “can we do this every time i come home?”

୨୧ SUGURU GETO

suguru’s heart swelled as he watched you curl up next to him, he needed your warmth and you were giving him just that. the soft whimpers you made . . . drove him to the edge. the room was bathed in a warm, inviting glow from the fairy lights strung around the windows, casting a rosy hue on the soft sheets and fluffy pillows surrounding you both. gently, suguru traced his fingers along the smooth curve of your hip, drawing lazy circles that made you squirm ever so slightly. despite that, it was a simple pleasure, but it brought him immense joy to see the effect he had on his adorable girlfriend. the sorcerer leaned in closer, whispering into your ear . . . bringing his voice down to a low yet soft whisper as his breath tickled your delicate skin. "see? you’re doing so well, bun," your boyfriend cooed softly, his voice full of warmth and affection. “hm . . . were these things always this cute?”

“your body’s divine, i could look at it for eternity.” suguru examined your tits, he was almost . . . fascinated with how they look. god, how did he not notice their beauty until now? with a tender smile, your boyfriend began to play with your ample breasts, pinching and twisting your sensitive nipples as he watched your pretty face contort in pure pleasure. “yeah . . . my darling likes that, hm?” he could feel his dick pressing against it’s confines as he grunted, squeezing at your pretty breasts even harder than before. “. . . s—sugu . . .” a soft murmur left your lips, your teary eyes gazing up at him. “ . . ‘squeezin’ too hard, sugu . .” “lovely . . . if you say that, i can guarantee that i’ll squeeze these pretty things even harder than i already am. so keep that pretty mouth shut and let ‘sugu do all the work, got it?”

୨୧ CHOSO KAMO

“ . . . baby,” choso’s low voice reverberated through the room, his stare sweet and gentle as he pinched your nipple against his thumb. his own eyes were wide at the display of your breasts, a shiver of desire coursed through him . . . swallowing a lump in his throat as he could feel his dick beginning to swell, pressing against the fabric of his pants. "they’re so beautiful . . “ choso murmured, his voice thick with need for you, the sight was too much. unknowingly licking his lips, he brought your other breast to his mouth, sucking on the nipple and teasing it with his tongue. the cursed spirit’s fingers trailed downwards to your sides, teasing the edge of your panties . . . his grip tightening, almost urging you to rock against him, to feel the length of his erection.

"you’re a good girl," choso praised, his fingers lightly tracing over the curves of your breasts nonstop. he was addicted to the feeling . . . the feeling of your sensitive skin sent shivers down his spine. choso leaned in once more, his lips finding your other nipple, licking and sucking gently, watching as you arched into the touch. "you’re a good girl for letting me see these beautiful things . . . so damn hot," choso bit down gently, a soft smile playing on his lips. choso knew the real remedy for your heat; a good, deep pounding from his throbbing cock. but yet . . . he wanted your breasts . . he wanted to give them his attention, worship them. you always knew he had a thing for titties . . . but tonight, he let his obsession shine through even more. your nipples peaked under the gentle pressure, and the sight sent a surge of arousal coursing through his body. “so pretty, baby . . . such pretty tits you have . .”

୨୧ KENTO NANAMI

nanami’s grip tightens on your arm, a low growl rumbling in his chest. he’s been waiting for this, for you. he’s been away from you for too long, a dreadful feeling of irritation was running through his veins and you noticed that. “you . . . okay, ken?” your husband sighs, hauling you onto his lap, the heat from his body seeping through you. you’re smaller than him, and he loves that. it makes him feel good. nanami’s hand cups your breast, kneading it roughly through the fabric. " . . . i’m just exhausted, princess," he cooed slowly, his voice thick with desire. “just . . . just wanna taste you tonight.” nanami had never imagined himself as the type to be so impulsive, but now here he was, unable to resist the pleasure that awaited him, the irresistible joy of feeling your pretty tits he loved so much against his hands.

“ . . . you’re beautiful.” nanami’s heart raced as he feasted on the sight of you infront of him, he was a man who had never allowed himself such indulgences, but now, in this moment, he found he could no longer resist. lowering his head, your husband tenderly kissed each of your swollen nipples, his hands gently massaging the flesh that surrounded them. your whines grew more insistent and adorable, prompting nanami to do more than he should. the sound of your whine was like music to his ears, sending a thrill down his spine as he leaned down . . . lips brushing against your other nipple, nibbling softly. “pardon me for my ignorance, sweetheart . . . i just needed you so much today. you’re so beautiful . . . it drives me absolutely crazy. these tits . . . so irresistible.”

୨୧ RYOMEN SUKUNA

sukuna reveled in the warmth of your body against his own. the feel of your soft yet delicious flesh beneath his fingertips sent electric shock down his spine. sukuna roughly squeezed one of your breasts, marveling at its firmness. “m—more please . .” you muttered against his chest, the curse’s large hand slid further down, fingers probing between your legs as the wetness he discovered sent a surge of excitement coursing through him. “. . . impatient girl.” the king of curses slowly pushed two fingers inside of you, feeling the tight warmth enveloping his fingers. “you’re a needy slut, you know that?” he scoffs, his fingers in and out of your pretty pussy gently. As he did so, he leaned in closer, “here you are . . . begging me for more. just wait ‘till i fuck this slutty pussy of yours ‘till all you see are stars,”

sukuna’s fingers worked expertly, chuckling lowly at your sweet whines while his other arms held your thighs, keeping your pretty legs spread for him “pathetic . . . ‘s like you’re easy to break.” his fingers danced further as his thumb circled your clit while the others plunged in and out of your cunt, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. "just look at these tits . . .” with each syllable of his words he spoke, his digits gradually worked faster, latching his mouth right on your nipples . . . transitioning between sucking, nipping, teasing. the king of curses could feel the heat of your desire, and he wanted to be the one to quench it. “so fuckin’ small . . . even your pussy can’t take my fingers.”

୨୧ TOJI FUSHIGURO

"do’ya like this, doll?" toji’s way of relieving his stress is getting a small ‘lil squeeze of your tits ! or . . . perhaps more than that. his cruel gaze glanced down at your smaller stature, a cocky grin on his lips as he was practically looming over you. toji’s hand slid down your figure, digits dipping between your legs, stroking your wetness. “tell me you want this. tell me you want me." his hands roamed over your entire body, his touch confident and bold as he explored you willingly beneath his body. "damn, you're even more amazing than i imagined," he whispered into your ear, “ . . . might ‘hafta keep ya. don’t want other morons stealin’ ya, doll-face.” toji’s smirk widened as he gently stroked your hair, relishing in the sight of your precious expressions. it was intoxicating to him, this vulnerability that you endured had him in a chokehold.

“always wondered how these pretty tits tasted, baby. guess i should have a ‘lil taste myself tonight,” toji’s frame leaned even closer, looming over yours. “c’mon sweet girl, let daddy take care of you," he whispered, his hand sliding down to cup your breast, his warm breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh before he began to lick and nibble, lapping up the sweet taste of your skin . . his thumb circling with increasing speed as your moans grew louder, more desperate. “fuck, pretty-dolly . . . yer tits are drivin’ me crazy.” toji’s low voice rumbled against his chest, his free hand gripping your hip as he held you firmly in place. “c’mere. sit on my lap, pretty thing . i can give ya somethin’ else to moan and whine about.”

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[mopopshop]

Embrace (DT x OC!Reader)

based off this request <-

i love this sm guys and i hope y’all do too so please enjoy 🙏🏾🙏🏾

give feedback if you feel like it!

You’ve always been more comfortable in the background. Even at UConn, where you met Diana, you preferred watching from the stands rather than being the center of attention. What you didn’t expect was catching the eye of the star player, much less marrying her and starting a family. 

Now, years later, as you stand outside the Footprint Center with your daughters, Aria and Jaylen, you can’t help but reflect on how far you’ve all come. Aria, the older of the two at six, is bouncing on her toes, her excitement palpable. Jaylen, at just two, is perched upon your hip. 

To support your wife you obviously come dressed in DT merchandise, you and your daughters came matching in Diana’s jersey with Jaylen wearing that and a tool skirt in Phoenix Mercury colors. 

"Mommy, mommy, can we get popcorn?" Aria asks, tugging at your sleeve.

“Yeah, yeah, baby hold on, we needa find our seats first” you grin.

The arena is alive with energy, fans buzzing in anticipation of another legendary Diana Taurasi performance. You lead your daughters through the throng, finally finding your seats close to the court. You’ve always had good seats—one of the perks of being with D.

As the game begins, you watch Diana with a mix of pride and awe. She’s as fierce as ever, commanding the court with her presence, making impossible shots look effortless. Aria and Jaylen cheer loudly, their voices joining the chorus of fans.

"Mama is the best!" Aria exclaims, her eyes shining. "Do you think she’ll win tonight, Mommy?"

"You already know baby," you say, squeezing her shoulder. 

During a timeout, Diana glances toward you and the girls, a smile playing on her lips. You wave, and she blows a small kiss, her eyes filled with love.

Then, when it comes to halftime, she finds time to sneak from the locker room to come see you. Diana approaches, her face lighting up as she spots you and the girls.

"How are my girls" she says, a grin spreading across her face as she kneels down to scoop Aria from the floor then plucking Jaylen from your arms. "You having fun?"

Aria nods vigorously. "Yes, Mama! You're doing awesome!"

Jaylen giggles and reaches out to Diana, pulling on her lips and cheeks. "That's my little cheerleader," she says, her voice warm and affectionate.

You smile at the sight, feeling your heart swell with love. "You’re killing it out there, D," you say. "We’re so proud of you."

Diana puts the girls down and pulls you into a quick hug, wrapping her sweaty arms around your waist. "Thanks, baby. You know i’m gonna show out when I got y’all here" She glances back at the tunnel that leads to the locker room and sighs. "I have to get back, but I'll see you after the game, ‘kay?"

"Go get 'em, babe" you say, giving her a reassuring smile.

She gives you a quick kiss and hugs Aria and Jaylen one last time before heading back to the locker room. As she disappears down the tunnel, you settle back into your seat, feeling a rush of pride and excitement.

The second half of the game is just as thrilling. Diana's energy is electric, and she continues to dominate the court. Aria’s on her feet cheering louder than ever and Jaylen’s perched on your lap cooing at the sight of her mom. You join them, your voice hoarse from shouting encouragement.

When the final buzzer sounds, the Mercury emerge victorious. The crowd roars, and your daughters are ecstatic, jumping up and down in pure joy.

"Mama won! Mama won!" Aria shouts, her face glowing with excitement.

You make your way down to the court once more, the sea of fans parting as they recognize Diana's family. She meets you with open arms, pulling all of you into a tight embrace.

"You did so good, D!" you say, kissing her cheek.

"Couldn't have done it without my biggest fans," she replies, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

Diana looks down at Aria and Jaylen with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Y’all wanna sit with me for my interview?" she asks.

Aria's eyes widen with excitement. "Can we, Mommy? Please?"

You chuckle and nod. "Of course. Go show them how it's done."

Diana leads you all to the interview area. The reporters are already assembled, and their faces light up when they see Diana with her family. She lifts Aria onto the panel chair next to her and sits Jaylen on her lap, while you stand nearby, watching with pride.

The interviewer smiles warmly. "Diana, another incredible game. How do you do it?"

Diana grins, glancing at Aria and Jaylen. "Well, having these two cheering me on from the stands definitely helps," she says, her voice filled with affection. "And my amazing wife, who’s always been my rock. I couldn't do any of this without her."

Aria grabs the microphone, her small hand dwarfed by it. "Mama is the best player ever!" she declares confidently, drawing laughs from the crowd.

Jaylen babbles happily, patting Diana's cheek, and Diana kisses her forehead. "They're my motivation, my inspiration," Diana continues. "Every time I step on the court, I play for them. For our family."

The interviewer smiles, clearly charmed by the scene. "We noticed you glancing over at your family several times during the game. How important is it for you to have them here supporting you?"

Diana smiles, enjoying speaking about you and the kids “It's everything. Seeing my… insanely gorgeous, selfless, intelligent wife Elyse” she gushes, taking a moment to brag about you “and the girls in the stands reminds me why I play. They’re my biggest cheerleaders, and their support means the world to me. It helps me stay focused and gives me that extra push when the game gets tough.

Another interviewer raises their hand for a question “Aria and Jaylen seem to be quite the little fans. Do they understand the significance of what you do on the court?"

"Aria is starting to get it.” Diana chuckles “She knows when Mama is doing well and gets really excited. Jaylen is a bit young, but she loves the energy and the cheering. It’s great to have them involved and to see their faces light up."

“How do you balance your career with family life? It must be challenging."

"It definitely is… but we make it work. Elyse is incredible—she holds everything together when I’m on the road or training. We have a great support system and we make sure to prioritize family time whenever we can. It’s all about finding that— that balance and making the most of our moments together."

"Lastly what’s next for you, Diana? Any big plans or goals you’re looking forward to?"

“Um.. Sleep honestly” she jokes "Yeah but nah, nah, we have some big games coming up, and I’m focused on staying in shape. Off the court, it’s just about spending time with Elyse and the girls, and maybe squeezing in a family vacation if we can. Like I said It’s all about balance and enjoying every moment." Diana grins as she finishes.

After the interview, you and the girls head back home, Diana's hand firmly in yours. The girls fall asleep in the car, exhausted from the excitement, and you share a quiet moment with Diana, both of you basking in the glow of the evening's events.

Once home, you tuck the girls into bed and join Diana on the couch. She leans into you, her head resting on your shoulder.

"Thank you for being here tonight," she says softly. "For everything."

You press a kiss to her forehead. "Always, D. I’ll always be here."

You sit in comfortable silence for a bit before Diana opens her mouth again. 

“I know you have to say I played well cause we’re married and shit but.. you can’t lie I was kinda fly out there tonight” she cackles

You scoff, shoving her playfully “Shut up! You sound so old, nobody says ‘fly’ anymore dumbass”

“Old where?!! I’m three years older than you”

“Like I said— Old!”

She groans, laughing and shoving her face into your neck. You both fall back into the couch in a fit of giggles and hearts full of love. 

———

[hyukakisses]

hyuka putting a squeaky dog toy in his puppygirl gf’s mouth while he fucks her to hear the squeaks and whimpers from her mouth 🥺🥺

-emo hyuka dating a puppy hybrid pt.2! (request)

pairings: emo hyuka x puppy reader

plot: literally just a part two of my previous request but purely smut

warnings: pet names, !!smut, soft dom huening kai, fluff!, puppy hybrid reader, dry humping, usage of a gag ball (idk i tried)

-“baby i’ll be back soon! i promise!” huening kai’s sweet voice rings in your ear drums as you sob hysterically at the fact that your boyfriend was leaving for yet another shift at work. “d-don’t go!” you’d drop to your knees, helplessly hugging hyuka’s leg in attempt of convincing him to stay home

-whenever hyuka leaves for work you start to miss him immediately, dry humping his plushies that smelt like him in the clothes he’d lend you to remember him bye as you pathetically weep to yourself about how that didn’t feel enough ):

-you spent the whole day rolling around in your boyfriend’s hoodies wanting his scent all over you, believing that would help time go by quicker

-you squeal at the sound of keys by the front door handle, immediately realizing it was huening kai, throwing yourself at the tall male you cry in joy followed by a “you’re home!”

-huening kai grew bored of the after work cuddling session you both indulged in, bringing out a gift he got you earlier while he was away

-“what’s that?” you ask with an soft voice when your back hits in the bed as your pretty eyes follow to huening kai’s hands behind his back

-“shh you trust me don’t you?” your boyfriend coos and you just dumbly nod “then you’ll keep quiet while i use you” and before you could protest you felt a gag ball being slipped in your mouth. your eyes widen in fear and anticipation

-tears well up in the corner of your eyes as your hands fly up to huening kai’s shoulder blade’s, gripping on anything for good measure; whimpers and squeaks fill the room from both you and your boyfriend

-the gag ball in your mouth felt so suffocating as the squeaks coming from it fill the room, you felt your air supply being cut off as you let out muffled sobs. pathetically taking your boyfriends quicken thrusts against your stretched pussy

-you felt yourself grow wetter by the sounds of the dirty scene in front of you, as you squeeze your boyfriend tighter. looking up at huening kai in a daze as you hear the pretty sounds he would make each time you closed up around him

-you grab huening kai’s wrist as an attempt of signaling you were about to come, sighing internally when the toy from your mouth gets ripped away from your body and immediately you’re pulled into a kiss

-with weak cries, you’re cumming all over your boyfriend whining as you also felt huening kai’s seed all over your inner thighs. seeing how you hated the feeling of anything wet on you

-huening kai laughs at your grumpy face before leaning down to capture your lips in a gentler kiss whispering alone the lines asking if he could clean you up by eating you out as an attempt of apologizing for his messy work ):

a/n: i was stumped trying to write this im sorry



[urdreamydoodles]

X-Women x Reader (Part.2)

A chaotic night at the carnival with your girlfriend (Part.2)

You and your girlfriend embark on a chaotic carnival adventure, where their unique personalities lead to unpredictable situations.

Characters: Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Rogue, Emma Frost, Mystique, Kitty Pryde, Wanda Maximoff, Magik, Laura Kinney & Jubilee

Let's forget mutant rac*sm for one night, 'kay? No humans looking you weird because of who you are. These headcanons are pure joy.

Jean Grey (Phoenix)

- Jean was always calm and composed, even in the most chaotic situations, so when you suggested a carnival date, she smiled warmly and agreed. “I could use a night of fun,” she said, holding your hand as you both walked through the entrance. Her soft presence made you feel instantly at ease.

- However, Jean’s telepathic abilities made it hard to keep surprises from her. As you passed by a game booth, she caught you eyeing a stuffed animal. “You want that, don’t you?” she asked with a teasing smile, her eyes glinting. You flushed, embarrassed she’d read your mind without even trying.

- “Maybe,” you mumbled, but Jean was already stepping up to the booth, confident as ever. She gracefully won the game on her first try, and with a gentle smile, handed you the stuffed bear. “You didn’t have to—"

- “Of course I did,” she interrupted, her laughter soft in the night air. “You deserve a little spoiling.”

- Things started getting chaotic when Jean offered to go on the tilt-a-whirl with you. At first, everything seemed normal, but as the ride spun faster, you could hear the thoughts of the other riders overlapping in Jean’s mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep the noise out.

- “Are you okay?” you asked, concerned, but Jean’s lips twitched into a smirk.

- “I’m fine,” she assured you, though you noticed the ride suddenly slowing down. Jean had discreetly used her powers to calm the dizzying spins, though no one else seemed to notice. By the time the ride ended, she leaned over, whispering, “Let’s stick to the games for now. Too many minds on those rides.”

- The two of you tried the dunk tank next, where you got to throw balls to try and dunk the carnival worker into a tub of water. Jean’s telekinesis made her a natural at it, hitting the target with perfect accuracy every time. “You’re cheating!” you accused with a laugh, playfully nudging her.

- “Maybe just a little,” she admitted, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “But I’ll let you have the next go—no powers this time.”

- The night continued with a lighthearted tone, but Jean couldn’t help teasing you with her telepathy every now and then. When you tripped over a loose cord while distracted by her beauty, she immediately caught your thoughts. “You think I’m distracting, huh?” she asked with a grin, making your face burn.

- “I didn’t say that!” you protested, but she just laughed, her hand slipping into yours.

- By the end of the night, you found yourselves on the Ferris wheel, the soft glow of the carnival lights below. Jean rested her head on your shoulder, her mind finally quiet. “This was perfect,” she whispered. “Chaotic, but perfect.”

Ororo Munroe (Storm)

- Ororo was always a calming presence, her serene nature making everything around her feel more peaceful. But the carnival was a different story. The moment you walked through the entrance together, you knew that chaos was inevitable. The vibrant lights, loud music, and overwhelming excitement in the air were bound to stir something up.

- “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Ororo said softly, her eyes reflecting the colorful glow of the carnival. You nodded, but you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about how she’d handle the noise and chaos.

- Things started out smoothly. You both played a few games, winning a small prize here and there. Ororo, always graceful, managed to knock down a tower of cans with a single throw at the game booth. She turned to you with a triumphant smile, and you couldn’t help but admire her elegance even in the most mundane situations.

- But things took a chaotic turn when you suggested riding the rollercoaster. Ororo hesitated at first, her brow furrowing slightly. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she said, glancing up at the darkening sky.

- “Come on, it’ll be fun!” you insisted, pulling her toward the ride. Reluctantly, she agreed.

- As the rollercoaster climbed higher and higher, you could feel the tension building in Ororo. She tried to keep calm, but the sudden drop sent a jolt through her, and you could swear you saw a flicker of lightning in the distance.

- “Uh, Ororo... are you doing that?” you asked nervously as the sky began to rumble.

- “I might be,” she admitted, gripping the safety bar tightly. “I’m trying not to, but... it’s hard to keep control when things get too intense.”

- By the time the ride ended, the clouds had gathered overhead, and a few raindrops began to fall. Ororo looked sheepish, her eyes downcast. “I didn’t mean to ruin the night,” she said softly.

- “You didn’t,” you reassured her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “It just adds to the fun.”

- The rest of the night was spent dodging the light rain as you played more games and tried to keep the atmosphere light. Ororo eventually relaxed, especially when you won her a stuffed animal at the ring toss. She smiled at you, her mood lifting with the soft breeze that now replaced the earlier storm.

- “Thank you for being patient with me,” she said as the two of you found a quiet spot to sit and watch the carnival lights. “I know I can’t always control everything, but you make it easier.”

- By the end of the night, the skies had cleared, and you both walked hand in hand, enjoying the calm after the storm.

Rogue (Anna Marie)

- Taking Rogue to the carnival was always bound to be a wild experience. Her energy, combined with the unpredictable nature of the carnival games and rides, made for a recipe of excitement and chaos. From the moment you entered, she was ready to dive into the action.

- “Ah bet Ah could win ya somethin’ big,” she drawled confidently, eyeing the stuffed animals at the ring toss game. Her competitive spirit shone brightly, and you couldn’t help but be amused by her determination.

- Of course, the first thing that happened was that Rogue knocked over the entire ring toss booth by accident. She hadn’t realized her own strength and threw the ring so hard that it sent the bottles flying everywhere.

- “Whoops,” she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck with a sheepish grin. You were already laughing, knowing that this kind of chaos was just a part of being with Rogue. “Maybe Ah should stick to games that don’t require mah full strength.”

- The next game was just as chaotic. At the high striker game, Rogue grabbed the hammer and swung with all her might. The bell not only rang—it shot up so fast that it almost broke the machine. The carnival worker stared in shock, and you couldn’t stop laughing as Rogue shrugged. “Guess Ah don’t know mah own strength.”

- But the real chaos came when the two of you decided to ride the spinning teacups. Rogue insisted on spinning the cup as fast as she could, and soon enough, you were both dizzy and laughing uncontrollably. The world around you became a blur, but you didn’t care—being with Rogue made everything more fun, even when things went off the rails.

- “Ya doin’ okay there, sugar?” she asked, her laughter ringing in your ears as she finally stopped spinning the teacup. You were too dizzy to answer, leaning against her for support as you both stumbled off the ride.

- The night continued with a mix of chaos and fun, and Rogue’s enthusiasm never wavered. Even when she accidentally won the biggest prize at the dart booth by sheer luck, she proudly handed you the giant stuffed bear with a grin. “Told ya Ah’d win ya somethin’ big.”

- By the end of the night, you were both exhausted from all the laughter and excitement. Rogue wrapped her arm around your shoulders as you walked away from the carnival lights, her Southern drawl soft in the night air. “That was one hell of a night. We gotta do this again sometime.”

- “Definitely,” you agreed, leaning into her warmth as the two of you left the chaos of the carnival behind, content in each other’s company.

Emma Frost

- Emma Frost wasn’t exactly the carnival type. Sophisticated, polished, and always in control, the idea of carnival games and rides seemed almost beneath her. But when you suggested it, her eyebrow arched and she gave you a sly smile. “If you insist, darling.”

- The night started off as you expected—Emma walking through the carnival with a regal air, drawing stares from everyone. You couldn’t blame them; she was breathtaking, her presence almost out of place in the chaotic, noisy atmosphere. But you knew she wasn’t as uninterested as she appeared.

- “You look like you’re analyzing the market value of these booths,” you teased as you passed a game stand. Emma’s lips twitched into a smirk.

- “They are atrociously rigged,” she said, eyeing the prizes with mild disdain. “But if you want something, I’m more than capable of bending the odds in your favor.”

- You played a few games, but the real chaos began when Emma decided to take on the carnival’s psychic booth. Of course, Emma had no patience for the charlatan posing as a fortune teller. After a brief, amusing mental exchange, the “psychic” was left pale and stammering. “You didn’t need to break her mind,” you whispered, trying to stifle a laugh.

- “Please,” Emma responded coolly. “I barely nudged her. She should thank me for teaching her not to play with forces beyond her understanding.”

- But it wasn’t all cold and calculated. Emma surprised you by taking you to the Ferris wheel, a romantic gesture you hadn’t expected. As the two of you rose above the carnival, the noise below faded, and she turned to you with a rare, soft smile. “I suppose this isn’t so bad.”

- Just when things seemed to calm down, chaos struck when Emma decided to try the ring toss game, only to have her telepathy accidentally knock over the entire stand. Bottles clattered to the ground, and the attendant gaped in shock. “Oops,” she said with an unapologetic grin, brushing off the accident as though it were nothing.

- The night ended with Emma winning the biggest stuffed animal in the entire carnival with sheer confidence. She handed it to you with a smirk, the icy exterior cracking just enough to show her affection. “You didn’t think I’d leave without spoiling you, did you?”

Raven Darkhölme (Mystique)

- Going to a carnival with Mystique was an adventure in itself. You never knew what she was going to do, and the moment you entered the carnival, you could feel the mischievous energy radiating from her. She wore a different face as a disguise, though you knew it was her by the way she walked beside you, confident and predatory.

- “This place is ripe for a little chaos,” she whispered in your ear, her voice low and teasing. “Shall we have some fun?”

- You knew better than to try and stop her, so you went along with it. The first bit of chaos came when she approached a game booth, still disguised, and won the grand prize in one go. The carnival worker was impressed, but as soon as he handed her the prize, she shifted back to her true form. His expression of pure shock had you laughing so hard you nearly fell over.

- “You always know how to make an entrance,” you said, shaking your head. Mystique just smirked, tossing the stuffed animal into your arms.

- “Stick with me, and you’ll never be bored,” she replied, her yellow eyes gleaming in the carnival lights. She changed her appearance several times throughout the night, causing minor chaos at every game booth and even on a few rides. You could hardly keep up with her, but that was part of the thrill.

- Things took a chaotic turn when you both decided to ride the bumper cars. Mystique’s competitive side came out, and she rammed into everyone in sight, causing an all-out war on the bumper car floor. You found yourself laughing uncontrollably as she expertly avoided every attempt to corner her, her laughter mixing with yours.

- By the time the night wound down, Mystique had caused enough trouble to last a lifetime. But as the two of you stood by the Ferris wheel, watching the carnival lights flicker, she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

- “I suppose even I can enjoy something this... simple,” she admitted, her voice softer now. You leaned into her, knowing that behind the chaos and the teasing, there was something real between you.

- “You enjoyed yourself more than you’ll admit,” you teased, and she chuckled, her grip tightening around you.

- “Perhaps,” she said, her lips brushing your temple. “But don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to maintain.”

Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat)

- Kitty was always full of energy and excitement, so when you suggested a carnival date, she lit up like a firework. “Yes! Let’s do it!” she exclaimed, practically dragging you through the entrance. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile at how much she was looking forward to it.

- The first stop was the games, where Kitty insisted on trying everything. You watched as she attempted to knock down bottles at the ring toss, but she kept missing by a hair. After a few tries, she sighed dramatically, phasing her hand through the table and flicking the bottles over with ease.

- “That’s cheating, Kitty!” you laughed, but she just grinned at you, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

- “Hey, I earned it,” she joked, sticking her tongue out. “Besides, it’s just for fun!”

- Things escalated when Kitty decided to go on the funhouse mirrors. She phased through each mirror wall, popping out at random places to scare you in the maze. You were laughing so hard by the end of it that you could barely walk straight. “You’re going to give me a heart attack,” you gasped between fits of laughter.

- “That’s the idea!” she teased, grabbing your hand and leading you to the next attraction.

- The real chaos came when you both got on the spinning teacups. Kitty’s excitement knew no bounds, and she spun the teacup as fast as she could, making you both dizzy and sending everything into a blur. Halfway through, she accidentally phased through the seat, nearly falling out of the cup before catching herself.

- “Oops!” she giggled, her cheeks flushed from the adrenaline. “Guess I need to be more careful!”

- By the end of the night, you found yourselves sitting on a bench, exhausted from the laughter and chaos. Kitty rested her head on your shoulder, still buzzing with energy despite the long night. “That was awesome,” she said with a contented sigh. “We need to do this more often.”

- You wrapped your arm around her, smiling as you watched the carnival lights flicker in the distance. “I don’t think I could keep up with you,” you teased, and she laughed softly, her fingers lacing through yours.

- “You’d better try,” she said with a playful wink. “Because I’m not slowing down anytime soon.”

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)

- Wanda was hesitant at first when you suggested a carnival. “You know how my powers react to... excitement,” she warned, her scarlet eyes flickering with concern. But you reassured her that it would be fine. “What’s the worst that could happen?” you joked, completely underestimating how chaotic the night would become.

- At first, it was perfect. You and Wanda wandered through the carnival, hand in hand, enjoying the sights and sounds. She was surprisingly good at the ring toss, and you couldn’t help but grin when she won you a huge stuffed bear. “I may have used a little magic,” she admitted with a playful wink, and you laughed, knowing that was probably true.

- The chaos started when you decided to go on the spinning teacups. Wanda was doing her best to control her powers, but as the ride spun faster and faster, her laughter mixed with your own, and you could feel the energy radiating off of her. Suddenly, the teacups lifted off the ground, spinning in mid-air as her magic accidentally took over.

- “Wanda!” you gasped, clutching onto the edge of the teacup as it floated higher. She looked just as surprised as you did, her hands glowing red as she tried to bring the ride back down. “I’m trying!” she said, laughing despite herself.

- Eventually, she managed to lower the teacups back onto the platform, but not without drawing the attention of half the carnival. “Let’s... maybe take a break from rides,” she suggested, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

- But the night wasn’t over yet. The real chaos struck when you both entered the funhouse mirrors. Wanda’s magic reacted to the distorted reflections, creating multiple versions of you both. Soon, you were running through the maze, trying to figure out which Wanda was real, all while dodging magical duplicates that laughed and spun around you.

- By the time you escaped the funhouse, you were breathless from laughter. “Okay, that was definitely your fault,” you teased, and Wanda rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t hide her smile.

- The night ended with the two of you sitting on the Ferris wheel, watching the carnival lights twinkle below. Wanda leaned her head on your shoulder, her hand resting on your knee. “Despite the chaos... I had fun,” she murmured, her voice soft.

- “You always make things interesting,” you replied, kissing the top of her head. Wanda smiled, her magic settling around you like a warm embrace as the Ferris wheel carried you both into the night.

Illyana Rasputina (Magik)

- A carnival with Illyana Rasputina, was guaranteed to be anything but ordinary. You knew the second she suggested teleporting straight into the carnival rather than waiting in line that things would quickly go off the rails. “Why waste time with tickets when I can get us there faster?” she smirked, opening a portal that shimmered with dark magic.

- Before you could protest, you found yourself in the middle of the carnival, much to the confusion of the people around you. Illyana was already eyeing the haunted house, her mischievous grin making it clear that her idea of fun involved more than just cotton candy.

- “Let’s start there,” she said, pulling you toward the eerie-looking attraction. You had barely made it through the first jump scare when Illyana decided to spice things up by summoning her Soulsword and slashing through a ghostly figure that popped out of the wall.

- “Illyana! You’re gonna scare the employees!” you exclaimed, laughing despite the absurdity. But she just shrugged, clearly unbothered. “They should’ve known better than to mess with me.”

- The real chaos began when she started opening portals in random places throughout the carnival. One second, you were on the Ferris wheel; the next, you were falling through a portal that led to Limbo, where her demon minions greeted you with surprised but curious looks.

- “Oops, wrong place,” she said with a grin, pulling you back into the carnival. By now, you were both laughing uncontrollably, the thrill of unpredictability making the night far more exciting than you’d planned.

- Eventually, you found yourselves in front of the dunk tank, where Illyana decided to take things up a notch. “Let’s see if we can make this interesting,” she muttered, using her magic to swap the carnival worker in the tank with one of her demons. You gasped as the demon growled, splashing into the water as someone successfully hit the target.

- “Illyana, you’re going to get us banned!” you said through your laughter, trying to pull her away before things escalated any further.

- “Worth it,” she replied with a wink, wrapping her arm around your waist. As the night came to a close, you both sat on a bench, watching the lights twinkle around you. Despite the chaos she caused, Illyana leaned into you with a rare softness, her hand brushing yours. “You had fun, admit it.”

- “I always have fun with you,” you said, smiling as she squeezed your hand, the mischievous gleam still present in her eyes.

Laura Kinney (X-23/Wolverine)

- A carnival wasn’t exactly Laura Kinney’s idea of a fun night out, but when you suggested it, she couldn’t say no. “I don’t see the point of these things,” she grumbled, walking beside you with her usual serious expression. But you knew better—underneath that tough exterior, Laura was curious about new experiences, and she trusted you enough to let her guard down.

- The chaos began almost immediately. At the ring toss, Laura grew frustrated when she missed the mark, her claws instinctively popping out. “This game is rigged,” she muttered, glaring at the rings as if they were her enemies.

- “Laura, you’re supposed to throw around the bottles, not through them,” you laughed, trying to calm her down. But she didn’t care, slicing the rings in half with a swift motion before turning to you with a smirk. “I win.”

- Things only got more chaotic when you both ended up in the funhouse. The distorted mirrors made Laura even more on edge, and you couldn’t stop laughing as she tried to figure out which version of you was real. “I don’t like this,” she muttered, her eyes darting between the reflections.

- “It’s just a funhouse, Laura,” you teased, grabbing her hand to guide her through the maze. But halfway through, someone accidentally bumped into her, and her claws extended in reflex, nearly slicing through the mirror.

- “Whoa, easy!” you said, laughing as you pulled her back. She gave you an embarrassed look, retracting her claws with a huff. “I don’t do well in crowds.”

- Despite the chaos, you could tell Laura was warming up to the idea of the carnival. She insisted on winning you a prize at the shooting gallery, and when she successfully hit every target with deadly precision, she handed you a stuffed bear with a proud smile.

- The highlight of the night came when you dragged her onto the bumper cars. At first, she was skeptical, but once she realized she could crash into people without consequences, Laura went all out. She even managed to flip one of the cars entirely, much to the horror of the carnival workers.

- “That was... actually kind of fun,” she admitted as you both stumbled out of the ride, breathless from laughing. You grinned, leaning into her as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

- “Told you you’d like it,” you said, and for once, Laura didn’t argue. The night ended with the two of you sitting quietly by the Ferris wheel, watching the lights as she leaned her head against yours.

- “Thanks for this,” she said softly, her hand resting on your knee. “Even if it was chaotic.”

Jubilation Lee (Jubilee)

- When you suggested going to a carnival with Jubilee, her eyes lit up like fireworks. “Are you kidding? I love carnivals!” she squealed, practically bouncing on her feet. From the moment you stepped into the fairgrounds, Jubilee was in full excitement mode, dragging you to every booth and ride in sight.

- The chaos began when she discovered the cotton candy stand. “This stuff is basically a sugar explosion in your mouth!” she said, shoving a handful of cotton candy into her mouth with a mischievous grin. It wasn’t long before her powers started sparking uncontrollably, tiny fireworks popping around her as the sugar rush hit.

- “Jubes, you’re gonna set the place on fire!” you laughed, pulling her away from the booth before she accidentally ignited something. She just giggled, shooting off a few more sparks for fun.

- At the ring toss, Jubilee was determined to win the biggest prize for you. “Watch this,” she said confidently, tossing the rings with a flare of her powers. Of course, her fireworks ended up knocking over half the booth, and the worker gave her a wide-eyed stare as she grinned sheepishly.

- “Oops. Guess I got carried away,” she giggled, handing you a small stuffed bear that the worker reluctantly gave her as a prize.

- The Ferris wheel was next, and you both giggled like kids as the cart ascended into the sky. Jubilee’s excitement was contagious, and by the time you reached the top, she was already planning what ride to hit next. But the real chaos began when you entered the funhouse.

- Jubilee’s powers reacted to the mirrors, creating a dazzling display of sparks that reflected off every surface. The two of you stumbled through the maze, laughing uncontrollably as her powers accidentally set off fireworks in random directions.

- “I swear I didn’t mean to do that!” she giggled, trying to control the bursts of light. But every time she laughed, more fireworks shot out, and by the time you made it out of the funhouse, the workers were giving her wary looks.

- “Let’s just say this carnival’s gonna remember us for a long time,” she said, grinning as she pulled you toward the bumper cars. The rest of the night was just as chaotic, with Jubilee lighting up the rides with her powers, much to the amazement of the other carnival-goers.

- As the night came to an end, you both sat on a bench, watching the fireworks Jubilee had accidentally set off in the distance. She leaned into you, her arm draped casually over your shoulders.

- “This was the best night ever,” she sighed contentedly, her fingers intertwining with yours. “We should do this more often.”

- “Only if you promise not to blow the place up next time,” you teased, and she laughed, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before resting her head on your shoulder.

[veryberryjelly]

ok maybeeee 3 and 4 from the prompt list for poly!moonhawk

(also if you want me to resend this as a celebration request i totally will and also i can and will send more if that won’t be overwhelming, i just love this idea so much)

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

i am for real so excited to write for this pairing !!

i got very carried away

3- hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve

4- ^^ the other notices so they pull them into a hug, smiling as they just watch them melt

while you had never been much of a fan of karate, you knew this was something you could not miss.

your boyfriends dojo was competing in the all valley tournament and you and your girlfriend were sat amongst the rivalling dojo's families almost on the edge of your seat.

while moon had assured you a number of times that everything was going to be fine, it didnt stop your nerves.

you knew hawk could handle himself, but that didnt lessen the fear of him getting seriously injured.

one wrong move and he could break something major.

it was different when you stopped by the dojo to see him training, because while part of the motto of cobra kai was ' no mercy ' no one in there was set out to truly hurt their friends.

he could get truly hurt out here.

you had shared your concerns with moon last night while hawk was doing some last minute training.

laying on her bed doing nothing in particular apart from chatting with some music in the background with her head rested in your lap.

your're not sure how you ended up sitting like it but you weren't complaining.

' hawk's going to be okay tomorrow, right? i mean- i know he does this practically every day, but it's different. these people aren't his friends, they aren't going to pull their punches. '

while you talked you felt moons hand lift to thread her fingers through yours, pulling them to her chest and pressing a short kiss onto them.

' he's going to be fine. he knows what he's doing. they're not going to pull their punches but there's referees so it's safer than a street fight. '

her words went quite a long way to comfort you as this was going to be your first time watching hawk compete while moon had seen him before.

you could trust her words.

but it didnt completely squash the nerves in the pit of your stomach.

even when hawk returned from training and told you himself that he was going to be fine.

the three of you stayed at moons overnight with the plan to drive to the tournament tomorrow morning.

and that's exactly what you all did.

after arriving at the tournament, hawk went off to join his dojo after both you and moon wished him luck and told him to kick ass.

the two of you had been sat on the benches of there venue waiting for cobra kai to compete.

more specifically, waiting for hawk to step up to the mat.

when you heard his name called you could feel moon stiffen beside you and you had the exact same reaction, your hand reaching out to grasp onto hers.

the guy he was up against was big. he looked to be about 160 pounds of pure muscle with at least 8 inches on hawk including his hair.

" oh god " you muttered under your breath, watching as both contenders bowed to eachother before assuming their first fighting position.

it was as though you blacked out until the referee called the fight, announcing hawk as the winner, even if his bloodied nose said otherwise.

it was your first time seeing him fight outside of practising at the dojo and he was very good.

with every fight it got easier to watch, until you were actually enjoying seeing him do something he loved.

until the semi finals.

you and moon were both up on your feet at this point, partially out of nerves and just needing to stand up, and partially so he knew that you two were rooting for him all the way up there.

your excitement and joy was wiped away when a swift kick to the face sent hawk flying to the floor.

you waited for him to get up like he had been doing all day, but he didn't.

his opponent was announced the winner of the match and hawk lay still on the floor.

you suddenly remembered why you were so scared.

it took a minute for him to get up, and even when he finally did he was stumbling quite a bit.

there wasnt even a discussion between you and moon before you collected your things and stood from the stands to go and find him where he was inevitably receiving a little bit of medical attention.

in the back hallways of the venue it was almost silent apart from the echo from the main area where the fights were still commencing.

the thing that gave away where he was was a pair of voices from behind a door.

moon was first through to push through the door, with yourself close in tow.

you found what you expected, a medic sat infront of hawk performing tests to ensure he didnt have a concussion and issuing bandaids, tissues and an ice pack for the inevitable headache .

when she noticed the two other girls in the room she was quick to respond

" you two can't be back here "

" it's okay," hawk interrupted, his eyes landing on the two of you. " they're my girlfriends "

" you're girlfriend can stay but you can't both be back here " you assumed the medic thought he was just a bit confused from the head trauma.

" no, we're both his girlfriend " you corrected, knowing it was hard to grasp for some people. while you tried to be kind it was very hard to be right now when you could see blood pouring out of your boyfriends nose.

" oh- how modern...i'll leave you three to it then " she muttered out, leaving behind two advil for hawk along with a bottle of water before she scuttled out of the room while a soft smile rested on all of your faces.

that was always fun.

once the three of you were alone, all forms of restraint you usually held went out the window.

" are you okay? that looked like a nasty kick " you questioned, taking the ice pack from his hand to hold against his head, his hand dropping down to rest on your leg.

" i'm fine. just some bruises and a very mild concussion " he muttered somewhat angrily.

a concussion meant he couldnt train for a couple of days.

" you have a concussion and you think you're fine ?" moon questioned, her voice rising in volume slightly as she delicately wiped at the blood under his nose with her thumb.

" yes, because i am fine. " he assured her even if neither of you were believing it.

the look you exchanged with moon was enough to communicate an entire conversation without saying anything.

that short conversation between the three of you was enough for you to know that hawk was more than disappointed he had not only lost, but had ended up with an injury other than a bruise.

so you posed a question to him

" d'you want to stay or we can get out of here before everyone else ?"

there were a few moments before he answered.

" let's get out of here. " his reply set a minuscule smile onto your lips and moons.

" i'll go grab the car and i'll meet you out front " moon said simply, picking up her bag and pressing a short kiss onto both of your lips before walking out to get the car.

" you okay ?" you asked in a volume just above a whisper.

he nodded mildly, his eyes meeting yours.

" yeah, just gotta get out of here " he replied, standing from the bench you were sat on and reaching into his bag to grab a sweater to throw on over his slightly bloodied gi.

once he collected his things, the two of you walked down the hallway towards the front of the building where moon would soon be pulling up with the car.

while you waited leant against the wall of the building, you decided to fill the silence, fiddling slightly with the edge of his sweater sleeve as it hung around his wrist.

" you were amazing today. i've never seen you fight like that before...was pretty hot "

you couldnt even keep a straight face while saying that, a slight smirk edging it's way onto your lips as you met his gaze.

" yeah, " he started, lifting his arm to drape over your shoulders and pull you further into his side. " pretty hot seeing me kick some ass ?" he muttered quietly, a soft laugh edging on his tone

" yeah, not so much watching you get your ass kicked, but for the most part " you teased, your smile almost breaking past the boundaries of your face.

you weren't surprised when that comment earned you a pinch at your waist.

a car horn scared the shit out of you, causing you to almost jump out of hawk's grasp.

it was only when you heard your girlfriends signature laugh that your heart rate started returning to normal

" sorry, didn't mean to scare you guys " while that statement was definitely false, you couldnt bring yourself to care.

after climbing into the car, moon drove you to her place seeing as her parents weren't home until tomorrow and the three of you could spend the night again.

your evening was spent sprawled out across a set of soft sheets with moon's laptop playing an old movie while the three of you went between watching it, chatting in hushed tones and sharing very soft kisses.

it was as if hawk never even lost.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Maybe some headcanons with Blitz having an S/O who's a big volleyball fan? :o Like imagine Blitz, his S/O, Moxxie and Millie having a volleyball match for fun

(I saw in your pinned post that you wrote for Haikyuu and Helluva Boss so I combined the two :3)

Oooh! Yaaayy! Let’s gooo. I love Blitzø so much! He is my favourite from Helluva! Thank you so much!

Blitz- Guns & Volleyballs

Blitz is a very troubled one. Having a lot of problems on the inside whilst establishing himself as a pure prick on the outside but when he finally willingly let you in, he dropped most of his self-defensive behaviours… around you

Blitz actually finds your little passion adorable. You’re a demon, you can do ANYTHING you want but yet, you chose a human sport? How precious

Blitz always falls on his face when it comes to your volleyball games as a result of him playing with you to cheer you up or to bond or to help you. He may dislike this but hearing your joy through those cute laughs makes the embarrassment change to worth

Blitz legit has a volleyball snuck away in his office so when you want to practice with him or practice in general, he’ll get it and toss it to you

Blitz is that type of boyfriend. Trust me, he may seem like the very cold and harsh type who wouldn’t be included in his partner’s hobbies but he is, even if he doesn’t get it

Blitz is already arranging a holiday for I.M.P and not even so they can enjoy a day off work, just so you five can go to the Envy Ring, go to the Beach in order for you and him can kick the M&M’s ass in a Beach Volleyball match

Blitz considers you, his lover and his daughter, Loona on the same level of importance to him, so he tries his darn best to make sure you and Loona get along. He even encourages Loona to try play volleyball with you. You’re her step-parent, you need to be liked by her

Blitz happily listens to you ramble on about all the volleyball facts you love and have memorised whilst you’re both alone and spending time together, and I swear to Satan, this man has never looked more in love in his entire life

Blitz believes himself as a good opposite hitter but he’s actually a real good libero. His childhood gymnastics and circus skills make him really flexible and let him cross long distances quickly so he can do digs effectively. His circus skills is the main reason you and him win volleyball games

Blitz will buy or make you cute little volleyball outfits. Your jersey, your professional volleyball outfit and you know it that he puts his name in a specific but noticeable corner on the inside so everybody knows you’re his

Blitz is naturally protective of you so when you accidentally collide with your teammates and it ends with you briefly concussed or when you’re genuinely accidentally hurt during the game. He is pointing his gun at your teammates to fend them off and carrying you off the court to look after you

Blitz will sneak you out to Earth, with his Asmodean Crystal wristwatch and disguise both of you, so you can play on Earth and try out human Volleyball. He’ll either play, as he honed his skills, or he’ll play your manager and take care of you after the match

Yeah. Blitz goes inbetween your partner teammate and your manager but he somewhat more prefers being the manager so you can shine in your favourite hobby

“Hey, Bae. How did the volley tournament go? Yes, of course, I went to it but I want to hear your view, ‘kay?”

[god-of-fandoms]

Jay is so, so tired.

He’s only vaguely aware of his surroundings, but he can hear a lot of raised voices. It’s different from the usual jeers and laughter of the pirates, their mocking cries cutting into him almost as effectively as their blades. No, this feels more… more urgent, he supposes. People are calling out orders, their voices commanding and loud. Blearily, he wonders what they’re talking about.

“...Vitals are weak but stable for now…”

“...Needs an IV, stat!”

“...Several open wounds, possible concussion…”

He slowly realizes that he’s moving. Well, not him. He’s lying on something (a bed maybe? No, it’s hard and painful) that is seemingly being wheeled along at a very quick pace. A strange mask is covering his nose and mouth, air gently pushing its way into his lungs. He knows what this is, knows he’s used one before, but his mind is so foggy he can’t recall where or when or why. 

“... Going into shock?”

“...n’t tell, conscious but unresponsive…”

“...Fuck.”

Well, that at least he could understand.

Jay tries to move his head, but a bright flash of pain stops him. Everything fucking hurts, but that fact is barely news at this point. After all, since the beginning of his imprisonment on the Misfortune’s Keep there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by without gaining a new injury or two. (Or ten, when Nadakhan’s really mad.)

He does his best to mentally shake off the fog, trying to figure out what’s going on. He… doesn’t think he’s on the Misfortune anymore - if he was still there, there would be absolutely no lying down like he’s doing now. He’d probably be back in the Scrap N’ Tap arena or cleaning the deck or (FSM forbid) in Nadakhan’s quarters. The djinn is scarily determined to deny him any rest until he physically can’t function without it - no doubt part of his plan to make Jay give up and wish.

“... Bones healed incorrectly…”

“... Emergency surgery…”

“...ay! Jay! Is he ok?”

Now that he’s thinking, the events before his unconsciousness begin to trickle in. He remembers, with a minute jolt, the rescue attempt. How his heart had filled with relief and joy knowing that his friends did care, that they wanted to rescue him despite his lies. How that hope had faded into despair when they were recaptured, and how Cole had nearly been forced to walk the plank.

He remembers the fight, remembers the pure euphoria of his powers singing once again, without the vengestone cuffs made to suppress them. He remembers, with a wince, his friends’ decision to use their wishes to give the fight an edge, and how Nadakhan had twisted their commands into something unhelpful or dangerous. 

He remembers losing Kai and Cole to the djinnblade, the fear and sorrow as Lloyd used his last wish to help him get away. To escape, alongside…

NYA!

Jay thrashes suddenly, a reaction that seems to surprise the strangers wheeling him around. Their voices rise as they stop and try to restrain him, but that only increases his determination to move. 

“... wrong with him?”

“... hold him down…”

“...ould we use anesthesia?”

He feels hands pinning his arms and legs to the metal slab, and his panic only grows. No, he has to leave, has to find Nya, has to know that she’s ok-

He’s sobbing, he thinks, if the sudden dampness on his face has anything to say. He hears gasps as he thrashes harder, because he has to tell them, make them understand-

He manages to free one of his arms and rips off the mask. He has to tell them so they’ll let him go.

“Nya,” He cries out, his voice giving way at the end from dehydration and exhaustion. “H-have to find- find Nya, please, please…”

The voices are only getting louder as he pleads with them. His hand is once again pinned down and he screams, because he doesn’t have time for this when Nya is gone.

“Please! I need her, w-where is she, where where where-”

No one is listening to him, no one is letting him leave, and he’s quickly losing his strength. An IV slips under his skin, and whatever is in it makes his vision double. They’re drugging him, he realizes, so that he’ll calm down. 

The thought just makes him panic more.

“Nya!” He sobs, as he stops fighting the many hands holding him down because he’s so tired, so very tired, “Nya, where are you? Please...”

“Jay!”

The familiar voice calms him down before he even realizes. He sucks in a breath, tears running down his face long forgotten as he stops and listens, hoping, praying he wasn’t imagining it-

And then a figure is shoving past the strangers and leaning over his resting space. Her eyes are the first thing he recognizes, familiarity flooding him despite his exhaustion. He knows these eyes - the amount of times he’s caught himself staring into them out of the blue is honestly embarrassing. The rest of her details come pouring in immediately after, trickling into his mind like the tide. A mole just above her top lip. The small scar across her cheek from a throwing star. Cropped black hair, falling into her face amid her disarray. He knows these details. He knows this face. He knows this person.

Nya stares down at him, her eyes shining with tears. “Jay, I’m here. I’m here, you have to calm down for me, please.”

And Jay calms down. Maybe it’s the drugs entering his system, or the pain and fear and exhaustion that have been following him for months, or maybe it’s just because it’s Nya telling him to, but it’s suddenly so easy to stop thrashing and crying. He has no reason to do so anymore, after all - Nya is here and she’s alright.

“... doctors are here to help, I promise. They won’t hurt you but you need to be sedated so they can administer emergency surgery.”

Her eyes are so pretty, Jay notices drowsily. Looking into them gives him the same feeling as staring into the ocean from the Destiny’s Bounty. Like her element, Nya’s eyes have been a deep cyan ever since she mastered her abilities. His eyes are blue as well, but they’re nothing special. Nya’s are blue like the rolling waves, blue like the sea during a storm. 

“...gave me permission to be with you during surgery, you don’t have to worry about me leaving- Jay? Are you ok?”

He’s crying again, not like earlier. Before Nya arrived, he had been sobbing violently. Now, though, tears just trickle down his face as he looks into her eyes.

“Missed you,” He chokes out, and Nya’s face collapses. Her expression is a mix of sorrow and concern and, to his horror, guilt.

“I’m so sorry,” and FSM she sounds close to tears. “Jay, I’m so sorry I let this happen. We should have gone after you, but I convinced the others you’d be fine, and it’s all my fault-”

Shit, shit, shit, how could she say that? He’s the one who should be sorry, he should be begging for her forgiveness. She’s so wrong, so very very wrong, and he has to let her know.

Despite the drowsiness now pushing him down, he shakily reaches out. Nya takes his hand, squeezing gently.

“Don’t blame you,” He murmurs, “Never did, please don’t cry…”

She sniffs gently before wiping her eyes with her free hand. “I’ll try not to,” she whispers. And it’s true, she doesn’t seem like she’s about to break down anymore, but she still looks sad and guilty and Jay would rather die right now than let that look be the last thing he sees before going under. The overhead lamps of the building they’re in (a hospital, he’s now fairly sure) form a crown of light around her head. Nya might be obviously exhausted, dirty, and injured from their fight on the Misfortune, but with the way her eyes shine and the halo surrounding her, she looks breathtaking. Almost like…

“Y’r like an angel,” he mumbles, stifling a yawn. He doesn’t know why out of everything he chose to tell her that - after all, she’s made it clear by now that she doesn’t feel the same way as him anymore. But it’s true, and he’d honestly say anything to make her less sad at this point.

Through his blurring vision, he’s able to make out the slightly bemused expression Nya gets. 

“...An angel? Why?”

“Saved me,” Jay slurs. He’s getting more and more exhausted by the minute but he shakes it off as much as he can to squeeze her hand and offer her a grin. (FSM, he hopes she’s not too put out by those missing teeth.) “Came back and rescued me. Y’r my guardian angel now.”

Nya sucks in a breath. “All of us wanted to save you, Jay. I’m not special.”

“Y’ are, though. N’dakhan wanted you, but y’ still came. Brave.”

His eyes are closing again, so he can’t see Nya’s expression anymore, but she squeezes his hand back. 

“‘M sorry for ev’rything. Y’re an amazing ninja. Fans… fans are stupid. I was stupid. S’rry.”

A wet chuckle from above him.

“Thank you, Jay. That… that means a lot.”

He wants to say more, but Nya’s talking again before he can.

“I think this conversation should wait until you’re not about to fall asleep,” she says, and Jay’s relieved to hear the tone of voice that she only gets when smiling, “but for now, you need to relax. You’re about to go into surgery.”

Now that she mentions it, the stretcher (it’s a stretcher, he remembers now) had stopped moving a little while ago. The strangers - no, doctors - are bustling around the room, preparing for an operation. The thought makes him a little queasy (he’s never liked surgery, and knowing how fucked up his body is right now this one’s definitely gonna be invasive) but he doesn’t feel as scared as he would usually. Not with Nya here.

His eyes are glued shut, and fighting off the sweet tug of sleep is no longer working. He whines and holds Nya’s hand tighter. 

“Don’t leave…” he whispers.

“I’m not going anywhere, Sparky.”

He sighs contentedly at that, releasing his death grip on her hand. A doctor comes up to the stretcher and talks lowly to Nya. He’s so tired that he can barely make out what’s being said, but the meaning is clear.

It’s time.

Nya leans down to put their heads close together. Wisps of her hair gently tickle at his face.

“Sleep, Jay. I’ll be here with you until you wake up again.”

It’s with the sedative running through his veins and the soft whisper in his ear that Jay finally succumbs to his exhaustion. 

He slips into unconsciousness thinking only of ocean blue eyes.

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Yall this is unedited and not beta read but I'm so tired.

I'll probably try and fix any mistakes tomorrow but for now I have to sleep - gotta wake up early for even more exams :(

Nevertheless I hope you like this :D tell me what you guys think, I'd love to hear your thoughts

Have a lovely day!

-Lee :)

[loveandmurders]

The Sun of Ambrose IV (Lost Sinclair!daughter AU)

Hi everyone, this is fourth part my Sinclair!daughter AU in which the reader is Bo's daughter and she has been taken away and adopted by a new family. You can find part I here.

Hope you'll enjoy! <3

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of a suicide, violence, killer!reader, mentions of pain and intense grief, of panic and despair, angst and more angst

You kept the promise you made to Bo. 

Without your parents knowing, you decided to come back to Ambrose. You waited for the next school break and you paid some friends for them to pretend you were going on holidays with them. Being mute was a new advantage for you, because your parents couldn’t ask your friends to speak with you on the phone. Plus, you stopped talking about the Sinclairs so they were certain you were finally at peace with your past.

You didn’t have Bo’s phone number so you couldn’t warn him you were coming back. You hoped he would be happy to see you.

You said goodbye to your adoptive parents and took a bus, and then another bus until you arrived near Ambrose. You found some people who agreed to drive you to Lester’s town and soon enough you found yourself walking on the dusty roads of the region. 

Luck was on your side this time as Lester found you.

“Y/N!” he yelled in pure joy as he stopped his truck and got out of it. He hugged you very tightly before checking on you to make sure you were alright. He gave you some water before asking you what you were doing here and where your parents were.

“They don’t know I’m here. I told them I was going on holiday with friends. I wanted to come back home without them… I wanted to talk with all of you without them around because they are scared of you” you explained and Lester hummed 

“And you, darl’?” he asked

“And me?”

“Ain’t ya afraid of us? After what your mom said and… did” he added and you shook your head without thinking about it “Ya sure ‘bout it?”

“None of you ever hurt me and… I’ve always wanted to come back home. It is true that I don’t fully understand why she did what she did, but I need to give Bo a chance” you replied

“Bo?” Lester laughed and you arched an eyebrow “He won’t be happy if you call him by his name. Ya betta call him ‘father’ ya know” Lester warned you

“The thing is… he isn’t my father anymore” you replied. Lester gave you a sad smile

“Don’t let him know such things, ‘kay? Or he’ll lose it.” Lester asked you as Ambrose was coming into view. You nodded in agreement. You needed to be careful.

Lester parked in front of Bo’s garage. Bo got out from under a car when he heard Lester’s truck. His eyes instantly lit up when he saw you. He wiped his hands on a cloth before coming to open your door and hugging you even more tightly than Lester did a few instants ago.

“Watcha doin’ here?” he asked with a bright smile, gently cupping your face

“Wanted to spend time with you… without my adoptive parents in the way” you replied

“They ain’t knowin’ ya’re here then?” he asked and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders when you shook your head “Let’s get home then. We’ve got so much to talk ‘bout” he hummed as he guided you towards the house

“Weren’t you working?” you wondered, you didn’t want to bother your father

“Work can wait. Vinny’ll love to show ya ‘round the House of Wax too” Bo said, so excited. Lester trailed off behind the two of you. He was certain it was going to be a very nice day.

And he was right about it.

You quickly felt very at ease with your biological family. You could tell they wanted you back and you teared up when you saw that they hadn’t touched your bedroom since you left. They helped you settle in. Lester went to buy you your favourite food, Bo chatted with you until it was time to prepare dinner and Vincent showed you some sculptures he was doing. You even started a project together.

You ate in a relaxed atmosphere. But you needed to know:

“I don’t remember much of my life here when I was a child. But I remembered very well the House of Wax and I also remembered about the ‘tourists’ because you never let me out of the house when people were coming in here. But I never saw them leaving Ambrose and there were often gunshots and screams. I couldn’t understand before but mother accused you all of being killers and… Well I’m wondering about it now” you signed. The twins exchanged a look

“Ya feel in danger with us?” Bo asked you. You gave him an unimpressed look as it was obvious he was trying to get the conversation to his advantage

“That’s not the subject. Are you killers?” you asked more bluntly this time

Bo didn’t have time to find the right answer as you all heard a car coming. The engine clearly had known better day and stopped in the middle of Ambrose. The twins quickly got up to take care of the situation.

“Lester, bring Y/N to your place while we take care of this” Bo ordered and your uncle quickly nodded and helped you to your feet.

You felt particularly annoyed at the situation but you followed Lester back to his truck. 

“Sorry, ‘bout that darl’, but business can be a little tough here sometimes, especially at night” your uncle tried to smile at you.

“I need you to bring me to the bus stop. If you don’t want to tell me the truth, I have got no reason to stay here or to want to talk with you. I asked a simple question, I wanted to understand. But if you prefer to lie to me, I don’t want this. I’m not even a Sinclair anyways” you grumpily replied.

Lester tried to convince you to stay at his place but you refused, so he brought you where you asked him to. He also gave you his phone number, as well as Bo’s and Vincent’s. He asked you for your number in exchange.

“I know ya’re upset with us, but stay in touch, darl’. We’ve missed ya, and we’ll do betta. I promise” he told you and finally agreed.

After this, the twins spent a lot of time trying to coax you into forgiving them and forgetting about the discussion. 

Bo wished you a good morning everyday and often checked on you throughout the day. Vincent as well. Lester was sending pictures of the road kills or of flowers, insects and rocks he enjoyed. 

You were happy. You sculpted a lot more and often sent pictures of your creations to Vincent so he could tell you how to improve. He was really proud of you and found you very skilled for your age. He was really excited about it, even if the twins hadn’t decided yet how to let you know about the killings. You seemed so sweet and innocent… They didn’t want to drive you away. They didn’t want you to understand why your mother killed herself.

But at the same time, you were refusing to come back to Ambrose without them telling you the truth. How could you be a Sinclair if they didn’t share everything with you? You couldn’t tell them you were a killer too then.

Things changed again when your mother discovered you were talking to the Sinclairs. If you had been smart enough to change their names, when she stumbled into one of the notifications, she understood it was Bo Sinclair messaging you. She was terrified for you, she was terrified of what these men could do to you. She needed to do something to protect you, she needed to make sure you wouldn’t end like your biological mother.

She was ready to call the cops and to let them know where the Sinclairs were. She was certain the police would find terrible things in Ambrose because the town was so strange and quiet. You managed to convince her to wait for the next day to do something about it: “it’s late mom, you can’t call the cops now. You need to wait until tomorrow morning at least…” you said and she agreed but only if you gave her your phone. You reluctantly obeyed, knowing the Sinclairs would be very distraught to not have news from you anymore.

More importantly, you needed to find a plan so your mother wouldn’t call the police on your family. You got mute to protect them, and you felt the same kind of panic you had when you were a child being interrogated by adults. You couldn’t really think straight, you could just act on instinct.

So you did something terrible. You took several different sorts of medicine and put it into your mother tea she always took before bed. You weren’t too sure what it would do to her, but you hoped it would make her sick enough for her to forget about the Sinclairs.

It did make her sick. So sick, she couldn’t leave her bed the next day. As you helped take care of her, you felt awfully guilty. It was your fault she was in such a bad state. However, what could you have done? You needed to protect the Sinclairs like you always did. Otherwise you would never live in Ambrose again, and you would die from the inside. You loved your mother and you were so grateful for the way she took care of you and cherished you… But deep inside, you were a Sinclair.

You thought that it was going to be okay, but when she started to feel better, she asked her husband to call the cops. You were forced to poison her again so all the attention would be back on her. How could your dad call the police when his wife needed to be looked after so badly? It was a vicious circle: whenever she was feeling alright, she wanted to protect you and to prevent her from doing it, you had to hurt her again and again. To appease her, you were barely speaking to Bo and your uncles anymore, just letting them know you were alright but that you needed to be with your mother, because she was very ill.

The doctors couldn’t find what was going wrong and her health only got worse and worse. You knew you were going to kill her if you didn’t stop the poisoning… But what could you do then? She would destroy the future you wanted, the future you needed for you to be whole again.

The irony wasn’t lost on you though: you were fully aware that you lost your biological mother because of your father, and you were now picking him over your adoptive mother. It hit you when you realised you were indeed choosing Bo. You gave her one last time the poison and she had to be taken to the hospital.

She died two days after.

And you cried so much with your dad. You felt shattered, because you loved her but you had to do it. No one could understand your pain full of guilt and duty. You simply sent a message to Bo “Mom is dead” and then you didn’t reply to him for days, which drove him ill with worry and despair. 

You wondered if you shouldn’t kill yourself but then her death would be in vain, and it would make things even worse.

Your adoptive father was an absolute mess. He forgot how to take care of himself and of you. He couldn’t get up in the morning. The pain broke him in a way he never felt before. You couldn’t stand to see him like that, because you knew it was all your fault. You were really a Sinclair, you couldn’t touch something without breaking it. And more terribly, you could only truly cherish your own blood. You tried to be there for him but he couldn’t stand to see you for a while; having a child with his wife had always been his strongest desire, but now it was only reminding him of her absence.

You were 18 and you were going to go to college after the summer break. Your father told you you were a big girl, and he needed some alone time. He gave you money and asked you to leave for the summer. You hugged him and left, already knowing your path was going to lead you to Ambrose.

When you arrived, Bo and Lester were out of town. Vincent greeted you with a bear hug and quickly started to take care of you. He made food for you and removed enough of his mask to kiss your cheek. You remembered his scarred face then, but you didn’t feel disgust. It was normal. He asked you a lot of questions and it felt nice to talk to him about what you felt. You didn’t tell him you were the one who killed your mother; you still felt a lot better. Bo came back home, and like the last time he saw you, his whole demeanour brightened up. He kissed your cheek and hugged you for a long time, until he felt you were completely relaxed against him. He sat you back down and knelt in front of you.

“Does anyone know ya’re here?” he asked

“No. My dad asked me to go away for a little while. He isn’t doing well now that mom is dead. He needed some alone time. He gave me some money though” you explained and you saw anger moving through Bo’s eyes

“He ain’t your dad, love. I am. He’d be takin’ care of ya if he really was lovin’ ya, don’t ya think?” he hummed with venom lacing his voice

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you” you signed before looking away, so Bo grabbed your chin to make you look back at him. He gently smiled at you

“It’s just that I’m your father, and ya’re home.” he smoothly told you and you nodded, which appeased him “Tell me, love, what happened for ya to stop talkin’, we’re all quite missin’ the sound of your voice?” Bo hummed and Vincent gave him a little disapproving sound.

“You made me promise to never talk about Ambrose to strangers” you shrugged and the twins hugged you with fierce love after such words.

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PART V

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Taglist : @murder-hobo - @lacychick ; @magical-sass ; @limehaspassed ; @loveinglymessedup ; @bloodmoon-bites ; @iwantsleepplz ; @kawaistrawberry21 ; @12gaugefalls ; @kriston1210

[chocotonez]

chapstick kisses- hueningkai/reader

a/n: hopefully we’re thinking of the same chapstick challenge LMAO?? anyways I’m a sucker for lip balm and collecting weird flavors so I will project on you so sorry xoxo

warnings/genre: fluff, giggly hyuka, banter, reader has weirdly niche lip balm flavors?? lots of kissing, tell me if anything else should be tagged!! :>

“There’s no way that’s not vanilla,” Hyuka scoffed, as you laughed at your poor boyfriend. It was an old trend, but Kai stumbled upon it while going through some old videos, and he will gladly take any excuse to kiss you!! “That’s vanilla.”

“It’s not vanilla!” You retorted. “Close though, it has vanilla in the name.”

“There’s no way you’re not counting this. Vanilla is vanilla, does the rest of the flavor really matter?” he asked, playfully rolling his eyes at your specifics.

“Okay okay, do you give up?” He sighed, licking his lips once more for the sweet, artificial balmy vanilla left from your kiss.

“Fine fine, what was it?”

“Vanilla cream pudding!” You laughed, Kai giving you a flabbergasted look.

“This challenge is bad. I don’t even get a prize if I guess correctly!” He whined, as you got the next lip balm to try. Applying it generously, you turned back towards the 6’ baby. He was so pretty, sunlight filtered through the windows while he rested his head on one of his stuffed animals, hair a bit messy, lips a tad swollen from the constant kisses, and his eyes. You couldn’t get enough of him, but he felt the exact same way about you.

He was admiring practically everything about you in that moment, he admires you every moment of course, but something about the way your face is still all scrunched up with joy from his failure to guess ‘vanilla cream pudding,’ as a lip balm flavor made his heart skip a beat. Your happiness was the most beautiful thing to him, but that’s too cheesy. He’ll stick to making you happy so he can see your smile.

“Okok, next!” You moved over, lightly pecking Kai’s lips before he leaned forward, a habit. He loved kissing you, but he always tensed up. Which moment should he do it? Would he be awkward? Does he make that weird face guys usually do before they kiss someone? Is he a bad kisser? Any excuse for him to kiss you is immediately accepted and welcomed!

“Oh, is it…Pineapple? It’s very sweet though,” he backed away from you, a bit breathless as he licked his lips once more. “If this is another one of those weird ass flavors-“

“This one’s easy!” You smiled, as he rolled his eyes. “Need me to kiss you again?”

“I always need you to kiss me.” It was half a joke, a quarter of him accidentally speaking his mind, and mostly truth. You couldn’t help but laugh though, just briefly pressing your lips against his once more, surprised as he suddenly grabbed the back of your head and continued to kiss you. You squeezed his free hand and moved back, laughing at his look of pure adoration. You didn’t think anyone was capable of being this cute.

“Pina colada?”

“Yes.”

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Always.”

[huenation]

seasons / kkh

word count: 1,696

genre: fluff and slight! angst

synopsis: making back the time with bf!hyuka now that he’s back from tour ★ request

note: i wanna give the largest fattest kith to the anon who requested this :’(

soundtrack: seasons by wave to earth

Kai is easily sunshine — in every single aspect. He warms you up, never fails to make you feel better even by text alone, and excluding the existence of gravity, he reels you in in orbit.

It’s the same reason that why now that he’s finally here with you after only four but very long months, it feels like you’re experiencing the first day without rain.

A gentle squeeze to your hand has you returning to Earth, thumb rubbing over your knuckles. Kai swings your intertwined hand back and forth as he continues telling you about one night after a certain stop during their tour. It’s so funny that he can’t seem to get through it, stopping to laugh and apologize for laughing, bringing your squeezed fingers to use them to move his bangs. He could have easily used his other hand, but he’s too busy rubbing circles mindlessly into your tummy. You can’t help yourself either. His smile and laughter is so contagious; it feels like you haven’t laughed or smiled this much since the last time he was here physically.

The soft bump in his nose is so beautiful, the sweet eye crinkles that reflect the sweetness that blossoms from his beam, that beauty mark on the right side of his warm neck, his light, clean, citrus scent mixed with his freshly washed clothes — it’s all here right in front of you. After so long. It seems silly in hindsight considering you’ve endured longer without being able to see each other. As years go by, you both have learned it gets harder saying goodbye every time.

Your boyfriend and the boys landed right before noon, and you’d waited for their arrival at their dorm, feeling like an obnoxious puppy with the way you anxiously paced for him. It was pure joy and love at first turn of the door knob. Kai had practically lifted you in his arms with all the endorphin driven adrenaline and momentum at his overwhelming happiness of being reunited with you. The boys simply chuckled and watched in amusement before FOMO hit. Such a reunion should have wrought tears and half-humiliated kisses, but instead, you two were grinning ear to ear, holding hands, being quietly lovey dovey.

Evening has taken over of the day you’d been waiting for for so long, and now, in the dorms, it’s just you and him. The boys had said they were heading over to play basketball, Yeonjun throwing you a wink, to which you both had whined in unison, making synchronized laughter of different accents and textures ring through the air.

There is no space between you, such a word doesn’t exist in this here. Why should it? You’d missed an entire season with him, and time persevered nonetheless. Impossibly, you wanted to make back all the time you’d missed with each other. He felt the ache of lost time, felt the ache of missing you, and even if more time like this was to be lost again, here and now outweighed everything else. Now with the way your legs are crossed into each other, your hand that’s molded with his, his hand on your tummy, your hand on his chest, playing with the string of his sweatshirt, on the living room sofa like it’s your own little world. It feels like it. It always does when it comes to him.

Now, that reality has settled, the dust of his arrival no longer flurries in the air, you feel like such a thing, such a moment as precious as here and now, can’t be. Not when you had shared some broken phone calls, yearning through the digital medium, showing half your faces through FaceTime, not when you’d worked your ass off everyday in hopes of making time go by faster with it being occupied, not when you’d prayed for his things to go smoothly throughout the tour and especially for him to comeback soon, even if it meant time were to skip and the universe would be tipped on its side. You were willing for anything if it guaranteed your Hyuka would be back.

And here he is. Laughing so big and contagious, the frequencies of it bring you effervescent warmth, his wide but love shaped body pressing into yours to ignite it even further. Even if the story reads Typical Tubatu, you’re smiling so big and laughing too, even if you get only part of the story because of his interrupting giggles. Maybe such untapped expressions explain why stray tears from what you thought were laughing too hard snowball into endless streams and a smile that turns into a frown.

“And Beomgyu hyung just kept going! Soobin hyung wasn’t having it, but it was still! — s-so — oh… Y/N?” A hiccup of a sob escapes your curled lips when he stops, leaning in and his own eyes glazing over at acknowledgement of your emotion. He’s still smiling, it’s softer now, the sunlight in his eyes still bright but again, softer now with brief overcast of his sensitivity towards your tears. His hand drops from your tummy and comes to catch the tears that keep flowing.

“‘M-I’m sorry!” You laugh, sniffling, or sniffle, laughing, really, you’re a mess of it all. Kai coos, shaking his head, so delicate in the way he holds your face, other hand still squeezing yours. You use your sleeve to rub at the rest of your face. He keeps shaking his head to your apologies, closing in to pepper kisses on your cheeks when you don’t let up, when you keep crying.

“Y/N,” he asks with a tone that suggest he’s pleading but for what, you don’t know. Your lips shake. Kai chuckles wetly, your heart squeezing at the thought of him even crying over this sudden slip up of emotion of yours. “I’m sorry,” you say not for the last time, he sighs against your salty lips. He places his forehead against yours, slotting his body closer against yours.

“I just — Kai, I missed you so much. I-I’m so happy, I can’t — I can’t help it! I missed you so much it hurts and I-I can’t…I’m so lucky you’re here. It’s too good to be real!” You cry brokenly, trailing off to giggle at yourself for being so taken, and Kai mirrors your expression entirely, nose reddening, sniffling, and giggling, too. He kisses your the column of your nose, nosing your own once he pecks your mouth a bit clumsily. He does so with purpose, it looks like.

“I’m sorry that I had to leave, I really am, but I swear, I’m here now. And I too am so, so, stupidly happy to be here with you,” Kai steals a few but meaningful kisses from you, keen on trailing the side of your face with his hand, as if to commit it to memory, to mind, to muscle, to heart. He steals your breaths from you, recycling them, when oxygen returns to your lungs slowly but surely — a sheepish laugh leaving your mouth against his because of it all. Kai brings your intertwined hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles, the backside of your palm, your phalanges, and your thumb.

“I missed you so much, my sweet. Feels like one of the many, many dreams I’d have all those lonely nights without you while I was abroad. All throughout the day, I’d think, ‘the alarm should go off any minute now…’ and it never does. I hope it never does. I wanna stay here forever with you.” You’re going to cry again, moving in to kiss him, and he meets you halfway. Lips against the other, your smiles all but mold together. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispers and you hear it twice: through your ears and the burning skin of your lips.

“I love you more.” You say, and his laugh comes out muffled.

It’s a long moment of closeness being fulfilled, soft kisses filling the air every now and then, before you pull away, cheeks red and tear streaked. You lean away, as he lays his head against the top of the sofa, your fingers brushing some of his trimmed fringe back. He cut his hair. He’s so handsome, it somehow makes him look all the more charming and adorable.

“I interrupted your story, Kai. Please continue for me, if you can. I want to hear every single thing you have to say.” Your fingers brush the warmth of his flesh, and he flutters his eyes shut almost in reverence. He nods, opening them, and pecking at your pulse point. Such an easygoing smile graces his lips, so gentle and serene, and yet the repercussions are enormous. Your heart falls back into place. Everything does. Now, that your Kai is back.

“If you say so.” He laughs and sighs after a brief pause, eyes meeting yours. “Thank you for waiting for me.”

You gasp, mouth forming a pout at that.

“Come on, Hyuka. You know me!” Your tone eases up especially when you reposition yourself on him, closer in on him, both of your hands flattening across the width of his chest to lean on him, legs curled with his, your face nuzzling against his shoulder. “I’d wait a thousand years and more just for you.” You whisper, cheeks hot at the shyness of your confession.

Practically swooning and sweating with how speechless you left him, Kai just sputters out an awkward, little, “thank you” before practically deflating and silently whining when you start laughing at him, quickly turning such a heartfelt moment back to the lighthearted scene that the boys had left, who now return to tease at the lovey dovey-ness. You peel off of Kai, back to hand holding, back to listening to his story telling — aided by the others who make it all the more funnier and real — and let the feeling home overtake you, stealing one last glance at your boyfriend, your eyes and his melting and closing like honey.

Kai may be your sunshine, but unbeknownst to you, you’re his entire life, you’re his seasons, and he’d trade everything for you within a heartbeat.

[tenko-thinks]

Say you won't let go

Douma and Childhood friend!Reader

Tags : Platonic, Typical Douma things , Gn reader , cult behavior , reader becomes a demon, cannibalism, gore

Requested by @alastor-96

| • The Eternal Paradise cult. A place of supposed peace. Although You were quite aware of the internal conflicts within.

You had been born in the cult yourself. Your mother fleeing her home from fear of wedlock. And so, you had known nothing else but paradise. Claimed to wash away the past and lead people to salvation. Watching others as they prayed. Caring for one another. Childish innocence had led you to being quite a gem between cultists. Your mother was often working , exhausting herself to show her pure gratitude to the couple that had taken you in. Leaving you with older women to sit you.

However, as a child. You were one to wander. One evening wandering and hearing another child. A boy roughly your age. He sounded confused. With nothing but childish curiosity guiding you, you had padded quietly to the shoji door the voice was coming from. The founder's wife sounded shrill. And against your better judgement you had opened the door.

Inside sat a young blonde boy sitting on a plush cushion. Head tilted and arms crossed as he watched the scene before him. The founder and his wife. Arguing. Screaming. Too absorbed in their issues to have noticed you. Although the boy had turned his head to you. Then you noticed. His eyes were... so pretty-

A squeak as you realized he had stood and waddled himself over to you. Another thing to realize.. He wore so much it must have been difficult to carry around. But he only tilted his head at you now.

"Are you deaf? Did you not hear me?" Blinking yourself out of your thoughts you folded your hands in front of yourself to bow. Shaking your head. To which he smiled. Even as a child. You had noticed a distinct issue with it. But could not pinpoint the reason. "My parents are too loud huh?" A lighthearted remark. He seemed mature. Stepping from the room and closing the door behind him. Muddling the sounds of an escalating argument. The boy leaning in.

"You should follow me." You did so without hesitation. Despite the cult having many women in it, often the children did not like to play with you. Or you would be unable to partake in things due to staying with other adult members and helping around in the stead of your mother when she would collapse from exhaustion. So a possible friend seeking time with you was not rejected.

"Douma." He had said, standing beside you. Mirroring the smile he had seen on your face. Stood in the center of a gorgeous garden. Full of lotuses and other flowers you knew little of. "What's your name? You're the first person I've liked at all."

Those words plinked around in your head for ages. Even years after the fact. He had said your name was unique. So it fit you too. Douma had no friends because he was going to be the founder one day. And was a god apparently. He had said it so nonchalantly, even for a child. No excitement, no joy. It had unnerved you. Just as he did the day his mother had murdered his father and then herself. While cultists mourned, Douma had lead you out to the garden again. That same, hollow smile on his face as you showed him that lotus seeds were edible. And in fact, rather tasty.

"Aren't you sad?" It was a simple question, you had thought. But douma only sat in silence, brows pinched together as he tilted his head again. A nervous tic, maybe? "Should I be?" His voice was flat, and he leaned back on his hands. "It was a big mess.. you know?" It was said so... callously. And it was then that you fully accepted that your friend was not normal. Even as a child you had accepted it. "Besides. I like you more. You're nice. Let's be friends forever, kay?"

And so you sat beside him. At the age of twenty years old. Douma had grown into a beautiful young man. One that wore many masks of expression. Yet you could read him as though he were a book. His frustration with useless whining even when he smiled. Or condescension when he would speak in such a sweet voice. And you found that you did not mind. He did not harm you or cause you distress. So you had come to love him as though he were a sworn brother of yours. Despite his lack of emotion. After all. Only you knew.

Just as you knew him, he knew you. Your empathy did him wonders when it came to both followers and himself. Watching your expressions. He mirrored them. They were so real. He wished he could emulate them better. Even if it fooled stupid normal people, it never fooled you. And he had found that so interesting. So you would be his advisor of sorts. Welcoming people with open arms alongside him. Until one night, things would change.

A man stood in front of him. The founder. And yourself. Black hair. Red eyes. He exuded an aura of danger. Your fear was palpable. Holding your best friend's hand in both of yours for comfort. Seeking safety. Cowering as you would in the past. Listening in terror to what the strange man said. He promised power. Eternity. All at the cost of never stepping into the sun again. And Douma had only smiled at him. Far too casual. It had even taken the stranger off guard.

"Kay~!" He sing songed, "But only if you do both of us." A sharp and pointed glare at Douma. "Cause I made a promise that we would be friends forever, and what kind of guy would I be if I just let my friend die?"

When you awoke, all you knew was hunger. Sprawled on the ground you barely had the strength to move. Hungry and exhausted. What happened? You had no idea. But- Douma- You shot up. Ignoring the throbbing protests of your body. Whipping your head around. Until at last you found him. Devouring the corpse of what must have been someone sent to check on the two of you. Her ribcage had been ripped open. And when he turned. He bore that same smile, extending his hand to you.

"Morning! Let's eat together!"

And eat you did. The hunger taking over. Sharing your meal of flesh and bone with your best friend.

Never would you have expected this to be the outcome of your life. Standing beside Douma. Rarely did you part. After all. The power you two had was best suited together. You picked at a lotus with your claws, while he simply watched.

"Do you regret it?"

Douma hummed. He knew what you meant.

"No. You're here. I like you. You make it fun to exist."

The words 'Because we promised to be together forever' stayed unspoken. Too immature to say aloud. But you smiled all the same. Nodding your head.

"You make it fun too, Douma."

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

Txt taking you to Build a Bear

This is pure fluff! No warnings! I hope you enjoy :)

I think I’ll be doing more in this format, since it doesn’t take as long and I don’t have to flesh out a whole story for one tiny idea. However, I do have a set of txt oneshots on the go so please look forward to those!

☆ gender neutral reader

Yeonjun

You thought you were just going to hang out at the mall together but surprise, you’re getting a furry friend! You might think it’s a little cheesy or kiddy at first, but Yeonjun has always wanted to bring you here and do this with you. He likes the idea not only of sharing the experience, but you’ll always have something to cuddle that you made together.

He lets you pick which animal you want and you each put a heart inside. He thinks about recording a voice message but is too embarrassed. Carries it around the mall for the rest of the day, even sitting it on his lap while driving, so it will smell like him when you are apart.

Soobin knows you are too shy to go alone even though you really want to go, so he eagerly volunteers when you mention it. He thinks the whole experience is really cute and probably films you doing the heart ceremony on his phone. Afterwards, he takes you and your bear to the park to take pictures and does really cute poses, like giving the bear a piggyback and pushing it on the swing.

Anytime Soobin comes to your place and spots the bear on your bed, he greets it and gives it a pat. When you climb onto your bed together to cuddle, he picks your furry friend up off the pillow and, once you’re settled against his chest, places it in your arms before wrapping his own arms around you.

Anytime Soobin comes to your place and spots the bear on your bed, he greets it and gives it a pat. When you climb onto your bed together to cuddle, he picks your furry friend up off the pillow and, once you’re settled against his chest, places it in your arms before wrapping his own arms around you.

Beomgyu

Takes you to make a bear before he goes on tour so you won’t be lonely. You’re slightly embarrassed about the long line of kids behind you, until you see how much effort Gyu is putting into this. The worker is surprised when he makes his own heart ceremony; he rubs the heart over his so it will always be with you, between his palms to keep you warm at night, kissing it last so you’ll always have his kisses with you. It’s an effort not to tear up at how loved you feel, every other person in the store vanished from your mind.

You ask Beomgyu to dress it in his own style, which he takes very seriously, having almost too much fun with it. While he’s away on tour, he asks how his son is, and you often send him photos of “Beargyu” doing random things, such as holding Gyu’s game controller and being carried around in the hood of his sweatshirt that you wear.

Taehyun

This is definitely not his kind of thing, which makes you appreciate him going with you so much more. He knows you’ve always wanted this experience, but he thinks he will feel stupid standing in a store that’s clearly for kids. Taehyun considers standing out front of the store to wait for you, but the closer you get as the two of you make your way through the mall, the happier and more endearing you become. So, as you approach the door of the workshop, an unstoppable smile on your face and childlike wonder in your eyes, he doesn’t let go of your hand. He lets you pull him inside, relieved to find that it’s relatively empty of customers.

You pull him in for an excited hug and he lets out one of his little laughs. He knows now where to bring you when he wants to see you beaming with joy.

Huening Kai

Kai is a little more excited than you are once you arrive at the store. He picks up every animal and almost does a whole sales pitch on why you should get this one, sampling names and backstories for each one. It takes you a very long time to decide, because he makes them all seem like the right one! By the time you do decide, a queue has formed, but you don’t mind. The two of you enjoy watching the little kiddies make their bears and other animals.

Unsurprisingly, he ends up making one too, to match yours. He makes sure it’s stuffed extra firm, in case Yeonjun gets his hands on it. Then you take each others new friends and dress them, surprising each other with the cute and silly outfits. You leave with a sense that this will not be the last trip to the workshop.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

[littlemissclandestine]

hey ꒰(･‿･)꒱ I just saw your Adler edits and I luv them sm !! your blog is amazing too I read you have ocs that you wanna publish and made me wanna do it myself but I’m shy 🙈 but i do want to see yours ! is your oc from cw and modern warfare II ? also which one is your favorite. i love ocs x canon too and i have met a couple of them i enjoy sm !! you have any fav oc x canon in the fandom ?

srry if it’s to much!!! I love your blog 💗

Hello dear lovely Anon!!

Dude i love your energy first of all. Like i'm getting noice vibes from you haha 💜

And OMG i'm so glad to hear that you love my Adler edits! 😭 I don't really post my edits on here because it feels like tumblr is more for fanart and fanfic etc. I might upload them all to youtube when i get a chance for lols. But honestly thank you for that! You've given me a motivation boost 🫶

Over the moon that you think my blog is amazing! I think it's chaotic tbh but happy you love it! Mwah 😽

Aww that's cayoot, you wanna see my OCs? Soon, promise. You should share your ocs with the world when you're ready too! <33

Kind of answered some of your question(s) on OCs in this post but here ya go anyway:

In terms of my OCS, I have 2 for the MW universe (reboot), 2 for the BO universe (mainly CW though because of ✨Adler✨ ) and 2 for some other video games. But you know what? I swear I just keep making random ones in my head so i may have more in store. -> That rhymes hehe. See it? O...kay i'll stop. AHEM

My favourite OC out of my collection would be...

NOPE can't choose. That's pure evil Anon. It's like picking your favourite child. 😭

And then out of the whole COD fandom? Yeesh that's a tough one because I love loads if i'm being honest. People are so creative and it just puts a huge smile on my face seeing them in their element and vibing. Though, the ones i'm currently following the most are sleepyconfusedpotato's Jade x Ghost pairing and alypink's Aleks x Adler pairing. They both bring me immense joy tbh. Like I actually scream whenever I see a post about them and my family look at me like wtf cbkdksjsk

Honourable mentions: iamcautiouslyoptimistic's Helina x Mason, alexxmason's Selena x Mason, alypink's Aly x Price & efingart's Mila x Woods. Y'all i could go on and on tbh. You'd think I love BO more but i don't looool.

Wasn't too much at all! Ask as much as you want, my love. Thanks a bunch, honestly. It makes me all giddy when i get an ask. I find it cute that you wanna interact with but feel a lil shy. YOLO Anon, YOLO.

Best wishes! 🌠

[the-marshmallow-galaxy]

Azula doesn’t need a redemption arc

I have yet to read the azula comic that people seemed to think would offer azula redemption. But aside from this comic, I surprised me to see that there’s are a notable number of people who believe in redemption for her. Thing is, I simply do not think she is a character that warrants redemption of some form. Some characters are simply bad, and that’s ok.

Throughout the series, Azula has clearly appeared as and demonstrated the qualities of a psychopath. She rarely( if ever) demonstrates empathy towards even her family. Rarely might be too generous in fact , and she appears for the most part to lack empathy altogether.

People try to give azula a backstory with how she thought her mom thought she was a monster and all. But in reality, her mother never considered her a monster, and even if she did, it would have been because she showed signs of being one. It’s not that azula became a monster because her mother thought she was one. I can imagine Ursa liked Zuko a little bit more( even though she never acted upon it) but considering how Azula acted from a young age( including towards Zuko and family), could you blame her?

Some people say that it was Ozai’s fault, and he raised her this way, and all that. I do absolutely agree, Ozai did raise her badly, and was not a good father to her, and she would have perhaps turned out a bit better. However, one cannot simply attribute her character to how Ozai brought her up. People can be raised to be bad people, but not pure bad people. Even going back to her childhood, we don’t see an Azula trying to impress her father with how mean she is to Zuko, but we do see her constantly making his life miserable. She displays little compassion towards even her family.

When her cousin dies, she is UNBOTHERED and makes fun of Iroh. When her grandfather dies, she is HAPPY. When her mother dies/ disappears , she appears unbothered, if not somewhat amused, she appears not to be upset, but instead rubs it in zukos face that Ursa can’t protect him anymore. When her brother is burned, and essentially but through physical torture enough to leave a firebender with a burn scar, after the Agni Kai, she SMILES with AMUSEMENT as she watches. Zuko never wronged her, and it takes more than the way you were raised to seek joy in your brother suffering and screaming in pain in front of your own eyes.

She views people as manipulatable beings, and means to and end. Even Mai and Tai Li, who could have passed as friendships on her part on occasion, were people she had no problems hurting emotionally, locking up, or manipulating. When she goes crazy in the end, it is more so because she feels as though she has lost her power, and is no longer in control. That is why she goes crazy in the end. She does not have moments of selflessness or kindness, or empathy. Every potentially “nice” thing Azula does is either at no cost/significant effort to her, benefits her as well, or is a tool Azula wields with a potential ulterior motive. I won’t say she is 24/7 constantly pointlessly horrible to those around her, but thats doesn’t mean she’s not a psychopath. It never seems like she’s trying to appear mean, but is compassionate on the inside. Rather, in rare moments where she isn’t, it appears as if she is pretending to be “nice”.

Overall, Azula was a terrible person, and a psychopath. Sometimes, there are bad people in stories who are simply bad. Ozai may have played the main villain in Zuko’s life, but Azula certainly contributed too. I simply don’t think Azula should be redemption, and from what she does in smoke and shadows, I don’t think she gets it either.

[lualuabestningdungie]

Flores | Huening Kai

Genre: royalty au, fluff

Pairing: Gardner!hyuka x Princess!reader

Warnings: she/her pronouns, reader wears a dress, might contain grammar mistakes. English is not my first language.

Lua’s note: a little bit fluff for Valentine’s Day! Also, this is just a little snippet from a story I'm writing. This is just the Valentine's Day version of it! This will be a much longer story.

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You wore your favorite dress for the occasion. You waited excitedly for Huening Kai at the door of the garden. You had received a note earlier from him.

Meet me behind them all,

Meet me at the back garden :)

-Kai

Your foot tapped impatiently on the ground as you look around for any sign of him. As you look around you saw him walking towards you with a beautiful smile on his face.

“Hello, Princess.” He said once he was in front of you. He wore a button down with his sleeves rolled up the elbow.

“Kai… you look so- handsome.” You blushed as you said those words.

His cheeks turned red and he chuckled. “You do too, Princess.” He paused. “Wait- I mean you look pretty, beautiful- uh not handsome.”

You laughed softly at his nervousness. “It’s okay, I guess I can be handsome too.”

He nodded. “Yeah, you’re every synonym of pretty.” His words made you blush even more.

“Thank you, Kai. You’re always so sweet.” You said.

“Just with you. But anyway, I have something for you.” He extended his hand for you to take.

You smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement as you took Kai's hand, curious about what he had planned for you.

As you approached the spot near the greenhouse, the sight took your breath away. There was a blanket laid out on the grass adorned with flickering candlelight, casting a soft, romantic glow over the area. In the center of the blanket sat a stunning bouquet with your favorite flowers, their vibrant colors illuminated by the gentle light.

"Kai, this is... beautiful," you murmured, feeling your heart flutter.

Kai smiled, his eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight as he squeezed your hand gently. "I'm glad you like it, Yn. I wanted to make something special for you."

As you settled onto the blanket together, the sweet scent of flowers filling the air, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. This moment, here with Kai, felt like a dream come true—a moment of pure happiness and connection. A moment where you two could finally be together.

"Thank you so much for this, I really appreciate this." Your words were genuine and filled with love.

Kai's smile widened at your words, his eyes shining with the warm candlelight. "You're welcome, Yn. I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me, how much I cherish every moment we spend together." As he spoke, he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "You deserve nothing but the best, and I want to do everything I can to make you happy."

Touched by his words and his sincerity, you leaned into his touch, feeling butterflies on your stomach. "You always know how to make me smile, Kai. I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering near yours as he whispered, "And I'm the luckiest man in the world to have you, Princess. I know I can't give you much, but I'll make sure you're always happy and receive all the love you deserve."

"Kai, you give me more than you'll ever know," you replied, you looked up to meet his eyes. "You give me your heart, your support, and your love. And that's more than enough for me."

His heart filled with joy with your words. "Princess, can I be the first to kiss you?"

Your heart skipped a beat at Kai's request. With a soft smile, you nodded, your gaze locked with his, feeling the warmth of his breath against your lips.

"Yes, Kai," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "Please be the first."

And with that, he closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft and innocent kiss. And as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you, knowing that you had found your soulmate in Kai.

After a few seconds, you pulled away. His forehead pressed against yours as you caught your breath. A soft chuckle escaped his lips making you smile.

"Princess, please be mine?"

Your heart swelled with emotion at Kai's heartfelt request, his words echoing the love and devotion he felt for you. With a smile, you looked into his eyes.

"Kai," you whispered. "I've been yours from the moment we met."

And with those words, you sealed your commitment to each other, knowing that your love was strong enough to weather any storm. As you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, you felt the happiest you've ever been.

You wanted this feeling to last forever, and something assured you that it would. Kai was your forever.

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