#they are both beloved sillies ;w;

[horrifichaunts]

Freddy hadn’t planned to rope any of the other animatronics into clean up , he was leader after all and leader meant he might have to spend his night doing things so no one gets yelled at in the day time, but he shouldn’t have been surprised at the sudden emergence of Bonnie. The two tended to spend a lot of nights together so if the rabbit didn’t find the bear then it made sense that he’d come and look for him. 

He was going to explain the chaos that had happened here earlier, but he closes his mouth as he watches Bonnie pick up a plush Freddy. Head tilted a little, a soft wiggle to his ears and tail as his pupils took on a starry shape with a blink. It was a neat little built in feature they put in for when the big bear was relaxed or happy.

“We certainly will fix it, there’s nothing we can’t do when we put our minds together.” A soft laugh in response 

Though the thought of taking up Bonnie’s night with clean up naws at his wires in a different way then the thought of staff getting on to them does. A gentle sigh as he motions over to the power cord still stretched across half the store.

“One of the S.T.A.F.F tripped over it with their wheels, hit a display shelf on the way down and everything went like Faz branded dominoes.”

it was after hours, and bonnie had originally planned to visit freddy in his dressing room, but when it was found empty, he began searching elsewhere. arms lifted and tucked behind his head casually, he hums a random tune to himself, quiet. 🎸‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ notes only fall flat and come to a stop once he hears freddy's voice, muffled, coming from the gift shop. he, of course, peeks his head in. 🎸‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " h, h, heya, superstar! what'cha--oh, dang! what happened in here...? " bonnie says, stepping inside carefully, over an knocked over item or two. a pause, glancing around, before he leans down, picking up another one of the plushies off the floor, one of freddy himself. 🎸‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " did ya' do this, plush-freddy? " he's already giggling at his own antics--but, he puts on a deeper voice anyway, similar enough to the other's, 'no, bonbon, i didn't! i didn't!', he puppets with the doll. 🎸‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " o, o, okay little guy, i understand. don't worry. we'll fix all'a this together, won't we, actual-freddy? " he nudges the other with his elbow, an amused glint in his eyes. a laugh, as he sets the plushie back in it's rightful place, a nearby shelf. 🎸‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ " seriously though, lemme help you out?--this place is'a mess... " 🎸‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

[surreal-duck]

valkyuri

[dizzybizz]

who else is a boy that loves pressing a mysterious button 🙋‍♂️

[sweetshire]

HI FRIEND (even though this is text I am waving so fast at you)

I hope you’re doing well! A couple questions but also please take this as a chance to talk about what you think is cool. Ok two questions: who is your fav lotr character?? If that’s too hard, maybe top 5? I am such a Sam fan, I love that silly little guy. I also love pippin. And I also love merry. And I also love Frodo. Can you tell I like hobbits.

Ok question 2: do you have a favorite sherlock holmes story? And do you have a favorite adaptation?

Secret third question: do you have a hobby that is not your favorite but that you do enjoy doing? Like if it’s on your list, one that’s solidly in the middle?

Ok that’s it!!! Thank you for being in my notifs, it always fills me with joy to see you there hehe <3

*waves back* HEYYY FRIEND AM I GLAD TO SEE YOUUU!! i was thinking about just yesterday bc GUESS WHO FINISHED READING E.W’S encyclopaedia of faeries? me! i did! this was goood. sweet and wholesome and utterly charming <3 and exactly the kind of book i needed to read atp, given that the next few books on my tbr are mostly classics or hard-hitters. u were so right they ARE giving howl & sophie!! these delightful fuckers- they have me squealing & smiling all day 🥺🥰

1. u should know that this is too hard a question for me & when u ask me anything abt lotr i could ramble for centuries but i’ll refrain from listing every one of my beloved characters, which includes the minor ones too obvsly because i’m me :) anyhow! woo *quivers excitedly* here i go: first would be a tie between frodo and denethor- i physically cannot (& will not) choose. also lmao SUCH a contrast in both their, well, character - lol well done, me! (yet they’re soo similar too. yes i find parallels between their narratives AND everything else as well what of it) then in no particular order- eowyn, faramir, boromir (basically all the gondor men <3), legolas, & as u know i adore the hobbits. all four of them -um 5, including bilbo- but MERRY!! i hate to see him brushed aside & unappreciated. justice for merry, and frodo too!! what selfless, sacrificing, lovely dear hobbits *cries* OH OH AND I ADORE SAMWISE TOO i’d be a fool not to. there’s not a person who’s capable of not loving him. no doubt i’ll be cursing myself later for forgetting other dear ones…

2. charles augustus!! god i’m obsessed w the milverton case. what doesn’t it have?? a master blackmailer. a lady killer (she slays -literally ajdksf). hand-holding. h&w being not at all hesitant abt committing a crime - a master detective who’s always used to solving one!! delicious.. it’s the story™ which perfectly captures the true essence of holmes’ character imho. and ‘a study of scarlet’ ofc. irene adler (nee norton) queen i love u. big shoutout to ‘the copper beaches’ also. i like all the stories with the ladies

3. hmm i do! fav one is - u guessed it - reading. to answer ur question: i looove doing henna!! every summer without practice i’d practice it on any hand i could find. i’m an amateur but still i like it. i haven’t been able to do it this summer :( on account of. me & my whole family has been sick/unwell in some way since the past month & a half or so. but i’m planning on applying mehendi or do a painting soon!! (i also liked to collect coins/stamps/buttons or some such as a child - i habit i’m always in danger of relapsing into but shh)

[skitskatdacat63]

More matador!Fernando! Ferrari this time :D (I can't help myself.....)

- facial hair

+ closeups

I really wanted the vibe of this Nando pic, I think I did pretty well??

[rainbowmuncherr]

🎉FINALLY!!🎉

It’s like.. 3:44 A.M rn where I’m at..✍️😀

But enjoy both of them now that I’ve completed drawing both!💞

i may draw some Barnaby x Brenda stuff later

( here’s a rosy maple moth I found yesterday at my front door!..🥹 )

[stormbreaker-290]

Heeeeeeeey Stormy. I have an idea for a doodle. I'll send you the doodle once I finish it. You wanna wear a tux? Or dress?

:333

Uhhhmmmmm how bouttt a tux this time around✨✨

[suguru-getos]

Fates - SatoSugu x F!Reader (Part I)

Summary: Y/N is Gojo Satoru's beloved wife, or maybe, not so beloved if we consider the rage festering in the form of abuse. Suguru however, has a connection to her too, and it's time he gets to his girl. Warnings: Satoru is a Yandere, he is psychotic, abusive, and bad. Mentions of slight depression, scared reader. Please let me know if I missed anything. A/N: Queen Goddess Ena cooked with this, I was so bored at work I just came up with this, this story will only have two parts I don't want to drag it much :33

Pupils glazed, it has almost become a signature look in the Satoru household. Her pupils look red, eyes puffy, and she's a mixture of mingled sniffles and broken cries. Satoru thinks, she cries a lot. What even is the need for it? It's not like he is harming her, he hasn't shown her half of what he is capable of. Yet, the way she cowers and flinches against him… makes his stomach churn uncomfortably.

"I brought your favourite." His voice echoed, a signal for her to stir awake instantly. Meek, hurried footsteps are heard a few seconds later as she drags herself to the dining area. Dressed eloquently, satin, lavender satin clothes and her beautiful cleavage on sight. It reminds Satoru that she is small, fragile, powerless. Sometimes when her actions become inexcusable, that reminder is needed. How else would someone like Gojo Satoru contain his strength otherwise?

"Wow, you look beautiful." His glossy lips parted, the compliment oozing out with a mixture of conflicted emotions. His eyes well hidden under the mask. "Thank you" She answered without thinking, it's only possible through months of practise after all.

"You're welcome, my Princess." Satoru croons, holding her bruised wrist and helping her sit. The hold is nice, kind and passionate. Unlike the time when it bruised, unlike the time when she wouldn't listen and deny eating. Some lessons are learnt the hard way, you can't help but feel guilty about it later on. For Satoru, it's one of those days where he is feeling upset over his actions. When that emotion trembles his psyche, his affections know no bounds. Why else is the dining table saturated with everything her silly, little heart could possibly desire. Yet, there is one thing missing. Her appetite.

She settles down the dining table, eyes glancing at the larger man who sat next to her, "All your favourites, now be a good girl and finish it up." He grins, it's okay, he can smile for the both of them on days when she can't. He can be positive for the both of them when she can't. What else are relationships for?

"You know I can't finish it up alone." She sounds scared, voice containing slight tones of malice. That doesn’t faze Satoru, he knows that it will happen. His Dearest, Sweetest little girl can be angry at him. She is allowed to be angry at him, he belongs to her anyway, just as much as she belongs to him. However, the fact that her eyes are filled with tears and her soft, smooth voice is breaking when she says it is what punches him in the gut.

"Well, you know, no punishments when you can't finish the food. Bonus points for trying!" Satoru tries to sound excessively excited again, a desperate attempt to mute the bubbling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Okay" She hums, taking a bite of one of the pastries placed in front of her, humming in her approval. They seem tasty, yummy.

"I- uh," Satoru's voice is quick to distract her though, "I'm sorry for being a bad husband." Satoru answers, "It wouldn't happen again." There he goes, she has lost count to how many times Satoru has said these words. That he wouldn't do it again, that it wouldn't happen again. She doesn't believe him anymore, a bored nod is all he gets as a response.

Satoru's lips are pursed in guilt, "I shouldn't have lost my temper like that." He echoes again, that's true, he shouldn't have.

He shouldn't have sprained her wrist, he shouldn't have yanked her to the floor and yelled at her, he shouldn't have watched when her shoulder collides against the lamp and he shouldn't have watched her hiss in pain when she falls on the broken shards of glass. He shouldn't have done that because she didn't agree to have a baby. He shouldn't have…

"If it’s any consolation, I will not be botherin' you to ask you for a child again. Just thought you'd love me more with it." Satoru's voice drops into an ashamed murmur, admitting that all he wants at the end of the day is her love, it's freeing in a way. It's like confessing your sins at a church and just letting the almighty handle it.

It's just… her expression. She seems so out of it, so numb, broken… that he doesn't understand what to do, or say.

"Look, I'm running out of options here Sweetheart." Satoru's larger hand placed atop hers. The weak flinch not gone unnoticed, "How can I make it up to you?" He asked again, gnawing at his lip. "I'll do whatever you ask me to, I promise."

No he won't. If he would have actually done whatever she asked of him, they would have been divorced long, long ago. Satoru is good with words, his words almost seem healing, but that's all they are. Mere Fucking Words.

Before she could say anything, Satoru's phone vibrates. The only thing she is thankful for, is Satoru's impossible schedule. Being the strongest sorcerer ever has it's perks for her. She gets to rot in the Gojo estate alone. Much better than the company of her cruel, narcissistic husband.

Satoru gets up, taking the call and walking away to the hall-way. She can hear him trying to deny this mission, but reluctantly accepting it. A sigh escapes him when he comes back to the dining room, kneeling in front of her.

"Hey, Princess…" His hand reached to her cheek, caressing the cut that's still healing. "I have to go for a mission, you could even go outside if you like!" He smiled, giving her the bait to ensure at least momentarily happiness. What can she even do when she goes outside? Nothing. Satoru has his clutches deep within her family, her parents love him. He is sponsoring her brother's education, he takes control of everything. He has taken an active participation in her father's business. Nothing can be done now, the last time she mentioned divorce Satoru went livid. She doesn't think she can handle that ever again.

Another rehearsed nod happens, as she watches The Strongest leave her be.

Once his presence is gone, her heart bursts open to wails of agony, breathless sniffling and scream crying. What did she ever do to anyone! Why is she facing this! Her hopeless sobs echoed the premises, all she could hear was her own voice, broken, sobbing like a child. Until even that stopped, until silence enveloped her and exhaustion blanketed her into slumber.

The next morning, she is awake, realizing she passed out on the dining table. Her back hurts at the weird position she slept in, an aching groan escaping her lips. Satoru's texts on her phone wishing a good morning. Life is back to being hell. She responds to his texts with a sigh, dragging her boulted feet for a shower. Contemplating, thinking if there is any escape at all which can be possible. None, nothing comes to her mind. Absolutely nothing.

Drying herself up, applying ointments and bandages to the wounds caused by her husband, she gets ready to go outside, the mall seems nice. Satoru is out of Japan for a few days, perfect opportunity to gather herself back again, after all, Satoru needs something to break, right?

The commute goes by in a haze, thoughts on thoughts piled up, overwhelming like auditorium chatter of an audience.

"Uhm, excuse me, I really liked this one." One of the girls next to her spoke, whiskey-kin hair, a few years younger. It was an only designer in the Chanel store which was left. "Uh- okay." She hums, leaning away. Well, that was too easy? The girl beamed with happiness. "Oh wow! Thank you so much miss!"

Y/N had learnt how to respond with smiles that avoid any questions, and that's exactly what she did. Smiled back at the girl.

"My name is Nanako, I am here for shopping because my birthday is coming up soon. You are here for shopping too, and from the bruise on your jaw and neck, it seems your husband says sorry with new things." She was taken aback at the boldness, blinking.

"N-no, it was just- an accident." "You don't have to pretend in front of me, I don't think your husband is around anyway." Nanako winked, smiling back. "You're really beautiful, pretty sure my dad would have treated you way better. Leave the bastard, dump him!" She continued, following a very confused Y/N out the store. What was the deal with this girl even? "Your dad would be almost my dad's age." "Adoptive! He is a few years older than you I think." Nanako hums again, "Coffee? I like you because you gave me my favourite dress!" "I don't think that-" "Please!" "Uhm, okay." Y/N speaks, giving up and following up.

They settle in one of the coffee shops in the mall, settling in. The waiter comes in and asks for their order, "Iced Mocha, please." Y/N hums, and Nanako orders a Frappucino for herself.

"Nanako, who have you bothered now." A silky voice echoed from behind, her eyes lingered to the man in front of them, black hair touching his back, eyes responsive and appealing, his cologne was strong, musky and spicy, a close-eyed smile plastered on his features. "Geto sama!" Nanako chirps happily, "Please come sit next to us." She urged the man, who scanned Y/N and Nanako.

"Hello, my name is Geto Suguru." The man coos, watching her look submissive and even scared. She continuously reminded herself that Satoru is not here, nothing will happen. "Y/N Gojo." She hums, the large diamond ring on her finger noticed immediately.

Suguru is meeting Satoru's wife for the first time, he had heard that Satoru had changed; he is not the epitome of kindness anymore. It's evident. The bruises on her jaw and cheek are evident. His eyes softened, his heart hurts. Suguru met Y/N first, when she wasn't Gojo's wife… and let her go, the curses within him erasing her memory. All because Satoru loved her and Suguru felt that he owed it to his best friend, to have someone like Y/N. To have someone who can show him how great it is to achieve true love. How a non-sorcerer like Y/N was able to take Suguru's heart away. Oh how he regrets it now, he let his precious Angel go, and now she is in hell. The reminder when her loving eyes turned to void after their last kiss. Suguru has had recurrent nightmares about it. Maybe that's the reason Satoru's behaviour has changed. The fear of losing Y/N back to Suguru.

Well, that fear is about to come true, Suguru has had enough.

"You look beautiful in that dress Y/N Gojo." Suguru's voice took the lead, smiling gently. "Pity those bruises don't really suit someone strong-looking like you." The next statement comes off as scathing. "Tell me, if the person you loved, and the person who loved you back, and you shared a kiss, and they forget you, what would you do to remind them?" Suguru's sudden question took her off-guard. What does he mean…

"Sorry?" "Oh don't be. I know the question is random." He hums, watching the waiter put down the coffee. "I would kiss him again, if a kiss doesn't remind him, don't think anything else will." Y/N answered. Her freshly manicured fingers grazing against the glass.

Suguru's smile only grows wider. "Oh right, wonderful." He hums, and in the next swift movement, his hands are grazing Y/N's jaw. Her eyes widening. What is with this man, what’s happening! Satoru would kill her, Satoru would kill this man. Why can't she move, why is she unable to resist - and why is her body not anxious? If Satoru was to come near to her like this, her heart beat would have raced and pounded recklessly, a panic attack brewing. Nothing is happening now- she is as calm as it can be.

"How I missed my Angel." Suguru hummed, leaning in and kissing her, forcing the most unforced kiss ever. His tongue contained something bitter, something that latched deep down her throat. Suguru wants his angel back, Suguru misses her, Satoru couldn't get someone he can't love properly. Suguru's entire being was shattered when he let her go, it's time he has her back.

[msparrowscribbles]

A Hazy Temptation | Mist Definitelynot-tober | Day 8 | Hermittober

I incorporated both prompt lists because I was getting silly w/it

The piece is based on my bestie beloved @cheliceraes-arboretum's AU wherein the Boogeyman curse in Last Life develops from Grian having kill his partner in order to win 3rd Life. So it's kind of a visualisation of the curse literally as 3rd Life Grian's ghost/spirit being a lil freaky. Idk temptation to kill people, boogeyman curse, it somewhat works. Don't look at the date, it's definitely the 8th.

Mistier alt. version below cut (I like both and I think under cut represents mist better, but also masks some of the details that I liked so rip </3)

[midnite-c6]

After reading ur patient!namgyu fanfic I was just wondering if you could pretty please w a cherry on top write a fic about Seowan !! Doesnt have to be doctor x patient, I just need more fics w my beloved Seowan 🔥🔥 have a great day/noon/night!

i haven't seen any fics about seo-wan, it makes me so sad, but here's oneDJFH also, i added squid game tags because i want more nam-gyu lovers to see roh jaewon's character in daily dose of sunshine!! FIRST NON SQUIDGAME FIC .. my fav schizo TT.

kim seo-wan x reader !! <3 warnings: fluff , angst ?! , mentions of mental illness </3

つ⁠｡⁠��� he's your study buddy!! both of you couldn't pass the exams the first time and you guys bonded over that. the two of you would sit next to each other when the professors lecturing about a lesson, since you both share the interest of being determined in passing the exams this year, there wouldn't be alot of talking during a lecture, but afterwards he's actually quite talkative!

he would also share his notes, giving you a bunch of sticky notes, all of them would have silly random doodles and small comments about how "you can do it!"

you manage to even hang out with him after classes ..which still includes studying, but you told him he needs to let lose, even for a little while. eating noodles in those small shops on the sidewalk, visiting libraries, and if you feel like your falling behind in studies, he would share the other side of his headset, making you listen to the lecture he found on youtube.

a new store would open up right next to the university, because the lessons were tiring and obsessing over the tests is unhealthy, the two of you decide to explore. it was actually a computer-shop.

since then, it's been you and seo-wan's new hobby, to play videogames for hours after lectures, how you were practically his pocket healer, how you two can't play alone without the other right by their side.

this newly-shared interest has gotten you two alot closer, you'd even ask him out, gratefully, the feelings are mutual, kim seo-wan is a simple man. now there'd be long sessions of kissing inside his small apartment, cosplaying, the two of you didn't have alot of money, but this was enough.

video games became a part of your life, one to escape reality. but unfortunately, this hit a little bit harder for kim seo-wan. you'd notice how he wouldn't take the time to study anymore. of course, as the concerned lover you are, you would remind him all the time, but he just wouldn't budge.

his parents were nice, they'd always treat you like you were family, even cooking dinner or lunch for you whenever you come over. since you haven't seen seo-wan in awhile, you'd ask them, only to find out your boyfriend has been sent to a psychiatric unit.

you would visit him everyday, telling him about your day, and asking about his. his day was filled with thinking of you, playing ping-pong with the other patients, and this fantasy world he lives in. but whenever you were too busy to visit, he'd be extra depressed inside the hospital and says he has ran out of mana. </3

you were always intrigued whenever he would tell you about his visions. his stories contain that you were truly his 'mediator', and that you're there in his life to save him. "this is very unprofessional, oh my dear.. mediator, but i'm inlove with you, for you make me look forward to explore even the darkest caves or the highest mountains." he'd take your hand to place a soft kiss on-top. he had forgotten your previous relationship before, atleast he still loves you in the new world he's living in.

you'd end up taking the test without him, but you'd never talk about it in the hospital, you know he needs more time.

in the end, you two agree upon each other to fight the fire dragon together, whatever the future may hold. because, as he confidentally says: "once i've saved up enough mana and leveled up all my armor, i choose you to come with me. you're the only one i can trust in defeating the fire dragon. i will protect you with all my life, my dear mediator!"

i'm sobbing just thinking about this bye ☹️☹️☹️ was gonna do nsfw parts too as i usually do but like i was too up in my feelings LMAOFHBRK trust im gonna post sum nsfw story next 🤞🏻

[siren-serenity]

when he loves you

characters: portgas d. ace, gn!reader warnings: fluff, slight swearing a/n: - ace's time to shine!!! we love ace in this household <333 - took place before SPOILER!! teach betrays them :D (but we hate him-) - honorary tag for my wifey -> @officialdaydreamer00 - feedback is appreciated!

part one (shanks) // part two (ace) // part three (buggy)

when ace loves you, it is obvious to everyone. he's on fire, both figuratively and literally with the amount of teasing he receives from everyone on the whitebeard crew. he can never escape the little remarks yet his heart still does a traitorous little stutter whenever somebody mentions yours and his name in the same sentence.

"soooo," thatch dragged out, raising an eyebrow. "when's the wedding?" ace spat out his rum; some of the droplets got onto izou's clothing. he shrieked, swatting ace's bare shoulder. ace continued to cough but now, his cheeks were burning. "w-wedding?? with w-who?" ace stuttered, staring into the cup of rum as if it was the most interesting thing in existence. thatch scoffed, leaning in. "y/n, duh!" when you walked into the kitchen, you came face to face with a blushing ace who was busy tackling thatch to notice your presence. (un)fortunately, thatch noticed you and beamed: "Y/N! ACE WANTS TO-" "shut up!"

when ace love you, he starts to learn to become more vulnerable. more open-hearted, more open to things such as hugs and simple kisses. things he thought the demon child of him didn't deserve. things that he grew up without; sabo was too similar to even initiate physical affection, luffy was always trying to kill him by hugging him too tight. but your hugs always seemed to blanket him in a cocoon of warmth, your kisses were like little sparks, your featherlight touches blaze a trail of tingles down his skin.

he collapsed on his bed, face smashing into the pillow and almost snoring away if it weren’t for your fingers trailing down his tattooed back. it blazed a path and goosebumps raised onto his naked skin, sending a shiver of delight down his spine. "don't stop," he begged when he felt your finger lift off his back. "i love it!" he could almost hear your smile and feel your warm gaze on his back. "of course."

when ace loves you, he learns to accept himself for who he is. of course, the world government those bastards know him as 'firefist ace' and some know him by gold roger's son, but to you? he is just your silly boyfriend, the second division commander of the whitebeard pirates and the man that is utterly whipped for you. he has more nicknames of course, being luffy and sabo's older brother, but he is just 'ace'. or 'beloved', on rare occasions.

"what do you call ace?" one whitebeard pirate, lost in the crowd, shouted over the loud cheers of the party noise. your arm was wrapped around a slumbering ace's shoulder. you pulled him closer and he was practically sleeping in your arms. he blinked slowly. ace knew he was safe, judging by who's scent he was smelling now, but he had caught the last bit of the pirate's question. ace blushed. he knew what you called him, but that was only during private moments. "you okay, love?" you pressed a kiss to his lips, breaking him out of his stupor. he nodded, still feeling slightly dazed from waking up. "can i say it?" he rasped out a quiet 'sure' before nuzzling back into your chest. "i call him beloved. because to me, he is the most important treasure in my life." ace's heart fluttered at your statement and he just hugged you tighter. he didn't dare speak, not with the choking feeling in his throat and the slight wetness in his eyes.

when ace loves you, he would do anything for you. he would give up his soul, his body, his heart, his mind, anything to keep you smiling and happy. even if it meant he would be sacrificed in your stead, he would still do it. because if being a pirate had taught him anything, it is that pirates should be selfish with what they love most.

whitebeard treasures his family and he would raise war for them.

luffy treasures his nakama and he would stop at nothing to let them achieve their dreams.

portgas d rouge treasured him the most and had sacrificed her life for him.

so for portgas d ace? he treasures you the most in his life and he would do anything for you.

"y/n fell overboard!" without a moment's hesitation, even though something in the back of his mind rang an alarm bell, ace dived into the ocean. he barely registered his fellow commander's tired sigh, or the rambunctious laughing of the crew. "ACE! YOU CAN'T SWIM!"

"seas- ace!!" he felt your hands clasping onto his tight. the battle still raged on around them, but in yours and his safe bubble, it was just you two. "don't ever do that again!" the large gash in his side gushed out blood. he coughed weakly and his chest throbbed at the sudden motion. "sorry, y/n," he could barely see you, but his heart stopped when he saw your teary face. he never wanted to see such a pain-stricken look on your face, but he would jump in front of a sword anytime if it meant that you'll live. "but i can't promise that." as his vision faded and his subconscious took over, he registered a kiss on his lips. "my hero." he beamed one last time before fainting. "yours."

[cramathonn]

Hello! I see your rules and saw Seth on your list. I just got him recently and I wanted to ask if I can request something (a drabble or a oneshot, it's up to you) of our boyo. But let me give some idea worms first.

So, i heard somewhere that Seth is a Lynx thiren (unless I'm wrong, but looking at his thiren features, seems like his counterpart is from the Felidae family), and I researched that Lynxes can purr. So... imagine when reader (gender neutral) was petting Seth (or just give him some fluffy loving) he ended up purring because he's getting very comfortable

Sorry if it's kinda long! You can skip this if you want. It's my first time making a request 😅

This is adorable, anon

And don't worry, it wasn't that long! Throughout my writing history, I've gotten requests that are SO MUCH longer (and the context and worms are much appreciated). Also, I went to check his thiren subspecies and he's just a cat, not a lynx. Lynxes, while being felines, have considerably shorter tails when compared to other members of the Felidae family! Aka, bob cat short. So yeah, I referred to him as cat thiren in this little drabble, I hope you don't mind!

Hopefully you enjoy the sillies!

Warnings: none! Only fluff

Reader: gender neutral (no pronouns used)

Seth Lowell x GN!Reader

Purring

You and Seth were finally alone, relaxing inside the comfort of your shared apartment at Lumina Square. It was an exhausting day for the both of you, with either jobs sucking more energy out of you than usual.

While Seth insisted that you two asked for some food before ultimately sitting down to relax, you convinced him to do so later by bringing his head to your lap and starting to comb through his hair with your fingers. That immediately disarmed your beloved boyfriend and made his face flush red like a tomato. It didn't take long for his body to relax, the tip of his tail starting to slowly wag in contentment.

These small moments were the ones you adored most with him. Yes, you loved your walks alongside the riverbank, going out to run at the park or eat relax at the coffee shop, but this was perfect. Just the two of you, with you sitting on the couch while he had his head upon your lap, basking in each other's presence.

However, something was different this time. A noise, low and rumbly, echoing through your living room. You swore you didn't have any laundy today and you always checked all of your electrical equipment before having a chill couch session, so where was this coming from? You pay more attention to the sound, trying to pinpoint its origing. It was... Coming from beneath you? You looked down, now staring at the top of your boyfriend's head. His ears twitched every so often, leaning a bit backwards as a way to indicate how relaxed he was.

Wait, wasn't Seth a thiren? Specifically a cat one? The name of the noise coming from him was at the tip of your tongue and when you remembered it, the soft smile previously on your face widened slightly. He was purring. Seth, your uptight and slightly reserved boyfriend, was purring. The realization that he felt so at ease, so safe and comfortable in your presence to let his guard down enough to purr made your heart swell with contentment. You changed the way tou caressed the top of his head, which made him turn his head to the side so that he could look at you better, a curious look on his face.

"Everything alright? You changed how you were caressing my head... Not that I mind!"

He asked, voice much more relaxed than usual. It obviously still had that slightly loud factor that made his voice, well, his, but it was obvious to anyone who heard it that this man was calm and comfortable. You laughed at his inquiry, tangling your fingers in his silky white strands, combing through them.

"Oh, it's nothing, Seth. It's just that..."

You pondered for a second. Should you tell him? You worried that if you did he would go back to gaurding himself and stop allowing himself to purr around you, and you didn't want that! You wanted for him to feel free to relax and let his guard down, to allow himself to unwind and confide in you. However, knowing your lovely boyfriend, he'd think you were troubled with something, instead of just being deeply infatuated with his adorable noises. So you decided to simply say it.

"Well, you were purring"

You said, voice soft and filled with undeniable affection for Seth. His ears stood and tail flinched, immediately stopping its suave content swaying.

"O-oh, uhm, I'm sorry about that! It wasn't really meant to come out, it just kind of happens when I'm really relaxed... I'll make sure it doesn't happen again, I pro-"

There it was. Your sweet overthinker of a boyfriend thinking there would be a problem and that you would, most likely, think less of him for just relaxing and emitting natural noises. You made sure to cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"Seth, hey, it's ok. I don't mind the purring. I think it's cute! It shows me that you're comfortable enough around me to let your guard down and just... Relax, y'know?"

You said in an attempt to make Seth see your point of view. That apparently worked, seeing how his cheeks were now slightly pink and how his tail started to wag its tip once more. The thiren buried his face in your thighs, trying to hide how embarrassed your comment made him. But it also made him feel extremely giddy. You found his purring was cute? And, instead of ridiculing him for something that was natural, you were glad and happy that it meat he was comfortable around you? Heavens, what did he do to score someone as fantastic as you?

"I love you, Seth"

You said, continuing to caress his head and comb through his hair. At that, Seth turned his whole body to the side, hugging you as he shoved his face in your stomach, nuzzling your shirt.

"I love you too, (y/n)"

He answered, muffled by the fabric of your shirt. Seth's voice was soft as he allowed himself to relax once more, his purring returning and you could now feel its rumbling against you. The two of you remained there, you caressing his hair and him cuddling against your stomach. Yeah, you wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

Written by Cramathonn, 29/09/2024

Concluded at 2:50pm

[oppopotamus]

..!!!!! i saw sukuna req hehe.. i am here to request my beloved..! can i req top sukuna w ftm bottom male reader(๑>_<๑)

primal dom sukuna with a oral fixation! licking reader's face like an animal mid fuck.. n reader always has a tummy bulge while they fuck cus of how big sukuna is! sukuna holding reader's hand against their own stomach so that reader can feel how deep kuna is inside of them, him pushing down on it to make reader squirm n shake as he slides in and out of them, feeling their insides clench around him with each thrust..

Belly bulge

ryomen sukuna x male reader

THIS WAS SO HOT ONG TY ANON MOUTH WATERING

Warning: NSFW, ftm reader, reader has top surgery but not bottom, belly bulge, face licking (sukuna licks your face like once), breeding?, fem terms used to describe readers genitals

"Hey!" You giggled as Sukuna pushed you onto the bed.

Sukuna smirked, climbing on top of you on the bed, giving some ticklish kisses to your neck, causing you to laugh and hit his back.

"Kuna'" You laughed again.

"You love it." Sukuna whispered, running his hands under your shirt.

You just moaned in response as Sukuna gently dragged his nails up and down your stomach.

Next thing you know, Sukuna is tearing your shirt off and kissing your scars. You grian at the feeling and run your hands up and down his naked back, of course he doesn't have a shirt on, he never wears shirts.

"(Nameeeee)." Sukuna whines, looking up at you with the best puppy dog eyes he can manage. He looks a bit silly but you think it's cute anyways.

"Yes?" You ask, bringing your hands up to play with his hair.

Sukuna doesn't respond, he just lifts your shirt up and over your head, kissing down your stomach then licking all the way back up to your neck.

Sukuna lets his hand travel to your waistband, pulling your pants and underwear off in one go.

"Mine." Sukuna repeats the word 'mine' over and over again, just to make sure you heard him the first ten times.

You just roll your eyes and smile as he gently caresses you all over, you had always expected Sukuna to be rough and unforgiving during sex but truthfully he's the opposite, he's not the king of curses, no, he's the king of foreplay.

You shiver as he gets closer to where you actually want him to touch you, but he pulls back and you whine and the loss of contact.

You look up to see Sukuna taking off his own pants, letting his dick spring free. God, his cock made your mouth water, it was just too good! For a supposedly evil and devilish guy his cock was heavenly and angelic.

"Gonna fill you up, yeah?" Sukuna looked down at you as he grabbed his dick with one hand, slapping it a few times against your pussy.

You wriggled your hips, trying to get him to hurry up. "C'monnn." You whined.

Sukuna smirked and slowly pushed it in, making you gasp. Every inch he pushed in made you shiver.

Once he was all the way in he looked at the little bulge in your stomach and laughed.

"M' too big for ya."

He slowly thrusted in and out before getting faster and faster, making you both moan louder and louder.

You smiled up at him dumbly. "I can... take it.."

Sukuna smirked and pressed his hand against the bulge in your stomach.

"Aah-!" You moaned out when he pressed down.

Sukuna gripped your hand tightly as he forced you to press your own hand against your stomach bulge, his hand resting on top of yours.

"You're... in my tummy.." You moaned out, eyes slightly rolling back.

Sukuna laughed. "That's right, baby."

He pressed down harder on your hand which caused you to press harder on the bulge.

"NGh-" You moaned, loving the feeling of it.

Sukuna bent down and licked your cheek. "Gonna fill you up so good... gonna cum in you."

You grunted as he thrusted into you even harder.

Sukuna moved his free hand and rubbed at your clit with his thumb, making you moan louder and caused your legs to shake.

"Feeling good, baby?"

You just nodded in response, too far gone to even think a response.

Your legs shook beside you, you could feel yourself coming closer to that release you craved.

With every thrust and rub you moaned and gripped tightly at the sheets.

"You gonna cum?" Sukuna asked, smirking down at you, his thrusts get harsher.

"Y-Yeah..." You nodded and used one hand to grip tightly onto the wrist of his hand that was rubbing your clit.

Your body shook as he pressed his thumb down on your clit as you shouted and released.

"Good boy... not much longer, I promise. Just gotta fill you up." Sukuna whispered.

You whined at the overstim, though it didn't last long before Sukuna came in you, giving a few more thrusts to make sure his cum stayed inside you.

Sukuna layer on top of you, not removing his dick, he didn't want any of his cum spilling out of you.

You both laid there, breathing heavily, you wrapping your arms around his back.

"Told ya that I was gonna fill you up." Sukuna smirked and you just laughed.

"You did."

srry if this was bad i havent written in a while and im sick

[euphoricbi]

reader wanting to sleep on the couch cuz they feel bad for using the safeword w geto, gojo and choso :( (separately)

-🍪 anon

kay. ♡

smut//comfort.//satoru's being kinda toxic, eee.

C h o s o

I think we can all agree that Choso has a lot of stress, so he takes it out when he fucks you. Your head is pushed into the pillow in front of you, staining it with your spit and tears as you try to hold up your body. He's been fucking you for hours, honestly, you forgot how long.

Choso drills his cock into your hole, his hands gripping your hips as if trying to break them. Your eyes roll back as he holds your ass up, your legs shaking as you practically scream into the pillow. His hand pushing your head down as his own eyes flutter shut, the way your body gave out was almost like a trophy for him.

"Red— Red!—" All his movements come to a halt, "Did, did I hurt you?—" he asks, slowly flipping you over so you could face him, his lower lip jutting out in the tiniest of pouts as he kisses your tears. "Sorry—" he says as you try to catch your breath, you feel bad for saying it. Choso stands up, removing his cock from inside of you, walking away to bring you water, and wipe your sweat. After that, you both sit on the bed for a moment before you spoke.

"Can you give me a blanket? And pillow?—" You ask as you look at him, seeing him look a bit puzzled. "For what?" You get a bit nervous hearing him say that, "So I can sleep on the couch.". He looks at you for a few seconds, hands grabbing at your wrists so you can face him. "Aren't you angry at me for saying that?—" The more you speak, the more confused he gets, "Why would I be angry? Sometimes I get that you can't take things. I'm not upset with you." he scoots a bit closer, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him.

"I'm not letting you leave."

Even if you tried to sneak away in the night, you'd either wake him with him on the couch with you, or he carried you back to bed.

S u g u r u

Suguru loves fucking you rough because he knows you can't handle it. Your legs are pressed against your chest, as he pummels his cock into your hole, his face with a smug smirk. He loves the way your eyes can barely focus, your body shaking as it just welcomes his onslaught. Tears slowly streamed down the sides of your face, drying in your hair as he pressed a soft kiss to your open mouth.

He leans forward to make sure his dick stretches you open a bit more, his forehead pressed against yours as he breathes slowly, focusing on making you cum for the umpteenth time, loose strands of hair tickling your face. Your head is becoming hazy as you try to grab onto anything, confident he was fucking you into your grave.

"Red, Sugu— Suguruu— Red!" You cry out as he slows down, getting a few more greedy thrusts in before inevitably pulling out, placing his hands on your face before pressing kisses on your cheeks. "I got a bit carried away— I'm sorry, beloved." you breathe slowly, hands now grabbing at his back, your body continuously shivering as he pulls away.

He lays next to you, pulling you on top of his body, arms being wrapped around you. He looks confused when you pull away, "Sorry, I'll go sleep on the couch." you say, sitting up with a small yawn.

You hear him chuckle a bit in disbelief, "No, you're sleeping here. Don't be silly." he pulls your arm which makes you fall back onto him, his arms now firmly around you. "You're not going anywhere."

S a t o r u

Satoru loves hearing you sob from pleasure. His arm is wrapped around your stomach, his other pulling your head back by your hair as he licks at your cheek, breathing heavily against you. He loves seeing your mouth open is a cute 'o', tears streaming down your face as he splits you open with his dick, "Love fucking you like this." he groans as he shuts his eyes.

He continues to fuck his cock into you, making your body almost feel on fire, your body feeling limp— which allows Satoru to hold you up, whispering things in your ear to possibly make you feel bad for being weak. " 'Toruu, s'too much, stop—" he slows his hips, not completely coming to a halt.

"Too much? Want me to stop?" He asks, pressing a kiss to your ear.

"Yes— yes, red, red. Need a break." You shut your eyes as he finally stops moving his hips, muttering a soft 'okay, baby', and he lays you down on your back. He circles his thumbs on your stomach in a circular motion as he smiles, "Look so cute with your body all fucked out.", he notices the way you groan and turn away, embarrassed. Satoru stands up, grabbing a tissue from his side of the bed— "Why do you have tho—".

"Ah ah ahhh, fucked out people can't speak, they're fucked out." he snickers, wiping at your lower body a bit- cleaning up his own cum. After that, he lays next to you not bothering to put any clothes on as he smiles, pulling your body against his.

"I'm gonna sleep on the couch—" You say as you try to pull away, and he doesn't let you. "Wha— Why?" he asks, snuggling against you— "Aren't you mad that I said red?—". That stuns him, he pulls away to look at you, his face portraying shock.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that." he lays his head on your shoulder, pressing soft kisses there.

[verydeadaten]

Schedules

Based on this post.

Pyrrha: *with Yang* J-Jaune.

Jaune: *looking up from notebook* Pyr?

Pyrrha: *sweating* W-W-Would you be i-interested, I mean, um, me a-and Yang, um, w-we want...we want-WE-

Yang: Hey. *holds Pyrrha's hand* Don't worry P-Money, I got this. *kisses her cheek*

Yang: Loverboy! You know how me and Pyrrha have been dating for a few weeks, right?

Jaune: Yes, and I'm very happy it's been going well for the both of you!

Yang: Thank you. And you, Pyrrha, and me have been hanging with each other more than often, so we're good friends, right?

Jaune: I mean, you do invite me to third-wheel on your dates. I think we're a bit more than "good" friends, no?

Pyrrha: *red*

Yang: You cute little flirt, you.

Jaune: What?

Yang: Me and Pyrrha where thinking. Coul-

Pyrrha: COULD YOU DATE US?!?!

Jaune: HUH?

Yang: Whoa! Way to put it all out, babe! I'm proud of you.

Jaune: *blushing* C-Could you repeat that.

Pyrrha: Yang and me both decided we wanted you to join our, uh, relationship. We both lo...l-lov...we both really like you. You're smart and kind and handsome and determined andireallywanttokissyouonthemouthand-

Yang: Yeah, what she said. You're a real catch, Loverboy. And we want to reel you in. So...what do you say?

Jaune: Wow...really? I...I would love to be a part of you relationship.

Yang: YES!

Pyrrha: *nearly faints out of sheer happiness*

Jaune: But I can't.

Yang: What.

Pyrrha: *glass break sfx*

Pyrrha: Wha-Why not?!

Jaune: I'm too busy!

Yang: ...what.

Jaune: I can't date the two of you. I don't have the time.

Yang: Is this some kind of joke, Vomit-Boy? Because if it is, you need to get better material.

Jaune: It's not a joke! See? *pulls out piece of paper*

Pyrrha: What is this?

Jaune: My schedule.

Yang: Combat class...leadership class...cook for team? Frag time? The hell is that?

Pyrrha: Oh, that must be when he plays that shooty game he plays. Team...something 2?

Yang: What the? Training with Pyrrha? BABE! You've had alone time with him and you didn't invite me?

Pyrrha: I'm sorry!

Jaune: See? I'm really sorry girls. I'd love to date you, but my schedule's packed.

Yang: *seething with rage*

Pyrrha: no...NO! I WON'T ACCEPT THIS! JAUNE ARC! YOU WILL MAKE TIME FOR US BOTH!

Yang: Yeah!

Pyrrha: YOU WILL GO ON DATES WITH US!

Yang: YEAH!

Pyrrha: YOU WILL GIVE US GIFTS!

Yang: YEAH!

Pyrrha: AND YOU WILL MAKE LOVE TO US GENTLY ON A HOT SUMMER'S NIGHT!!!

Yang: YEA-wait what?

Jaune: But...but...I don't have the time!

Yang: Jaune, just do your work later in the day.

Jaune: But my sleep.

Pyrrha: Beloved, you wake up at the crack of dawn. You'll be fine.

Yang: And if it really is such an issue, just do your work with us. We mostly have the same homework, anyways.

Jaune: I...I never even thought of that.

Pyrrha: *sighs* You're such a silly, silly man.

Yang: Hey, he's our silly, silly man.

Jaune: Yeah! I mean, we are a thing now, right?

Yang: Damn straight! Now, get on your bed.

Jaune: Huh?

Yang: You see, Loverboy, you got me and P-Money over here really stressed out with your, "schedule shenanigans," and we need to cool off.

Pyrrha: *nodding head*

Yang: When we're stressed, we usually cuddle each other. But why do that when we have this big, blonde, hunky teddy bear in front of us? You feel me?

Jaune: *blushing* Y-Yeah. I, uh, I feel you.

Yang: Oh you'll be feeling us alright.

Jaune: *very red*

[musedeluce]

Dire...Dog?

Brought to you because I have an extremely large dog XD

Important Note: I might not mention it explicitly but know that if they are outside, not in a yard or anything, the dog is on a leash. Dogs should always be leashed when not inside or in a fenced area, and you should always ask before approaching them. It’s safest for everyone and the dogs!

Tried to make it a combination of silly and sweet ^J^

Tags: Fluff, Humor

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Xavier

Xavier has a way with animals, as the birds perched on his window, serenading him can attest. The neighborhood wildlife loves him. Perhaps it’s his calm and gentle aura, or perhaps it’s simply his generosity with food. (What you don’t realize is that they love you as well!) But despite that, it was still a bit nerve-wracking to introduce your dog to him.

Your dog was your best friend and beloved comrade, who had been by your side a significant portion of your life. The both of you had been through a lot together. Lately, you and Xavier were growing closer, and you quite enjoyed his company.

Xavier was becoming a steadfast, reliable and intelligent friend, gentle and sweet, but funny and sharp as well. You liked hanging out with him even outside of work, and working together was as easy as breathing. So, you figured that it was time to take the next step, and introduce him to your dog, as long as Xavier was willing.

It was a sort of litmus test. Depending on how Xavier reacted to a dog the height of the kitchen counters, you’d adjust accordingly. Then, there was the matter of how your dog reacted. If it was positive or neutral, all would be well. If it was an immediate, extreme dislike, you’d take note, as that would be different then just having to warm up to someone.

“Xavier, would you like to meet my dog? I have to give you a fair warning though, as my dog is extremely large. You can say no, of course! I just thought it would be nice for you two to meet each other.”

Xavier had been quite curious about your dog, actually. He had definitely heard them, and seen them with you, going on neighborhood walks, though that was from a distance so he had no idea of their actual size. And, he would never admit it, but he was the tiniest bit jealous of them. By meeting your dog, Xavier could spend more time with you.

“I’d love to meet your dog, and I’m sure I can handle the experience given our line of work.” His slight, subtle smile is teasing. And so, it was decided. They would meet each other at a park (neutral territory) and Xavier would be armed with treats in a bid to win favor, if needed.

“That...is a stunningly large dog.” Xavier was definitely taken slightly of guard, he knew your dog was large, but the true scale had escaped him. The dog’s nose was level with his stomach. “Are you sure you don’t have a hellhound?” Xavier’s earnest tone made you giggle.

At Xavier’s approach, their ears pricked up, their 2 foot long tail slightly moving back and forth. When you greeted him eagerly though, the tail wagging became more vigorous, starting to prance and play. Delighted, you played around with your dog, petting them, dancing around and gushing about how cute and adorable they were.

He could have sworn his eyes flashed green with jealousy, but he knew it was silly to be jealous of your beloved pet. Instead, he focused on how happy you sounded, giggling and laughing as you romped around with your gigantic dog.

Xavier holds out a hand to sniff, and they do. It takes a second, but to your happiness both of them are getting along! Your dog leans into Xavier, their full body-weight resting against his legs, tail thwacking against them. Xavier reciprocated, gracing your dog with scritching all the best spots. It makes you genuinely happy to see them together. It was heartwarming, your two favorites bonding.

He looks at you, and seeing how joyous you are warms his heart even more. Experiences like these, with you, were all he really wanted.

Xavier wins your dog over, or rather it might be the other way around, the way Xavier is showering them with affection and attention. What can he say? Your dog is adorable, loving, playful and gentle. It’s understandable why you love them so much.

“Our Dog now.”

“What?”

“What?”

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Sylus

He knew you had a pretty large dog, of course, it was one of the many things he knew about you through Mephisto’s...occasional surveillance. The true size of the dog in question, however, was a different matter entirely. After all, there’s only so much you can tell from a distance, through video. Thus, he was not prepared when he showed up to your apartment and encountered your own personal hellhound of a dog, steadfastly guarding you against any perceived threat, including him.

Sylus approved. He quite liked dogs in general, but your dog was special because you loved them, and your dog loved you, kept you safe, and made you happy. How could he dislike them? Sylus petted their velvet ears and scratched under their chin, your dog groaning in contentment, their long tail making loud thwacking noises as it hit the wall from waving back and forth.

This only happened after your dog had been barking and snarling at him, but that was no problem. Besides, why begrudge a guard dog for guarding? All he had to do was let your dog determine for himself that he wasn’t a threat, at least, not to you. Never to you.

When your dog saw that you, yourself knew Sylus, and how he behaved towards you, their behavior changed. They walked over, investigating the man by snuffling around him. Apparently, his scent met the high approval standards, because your dog then proceeded to wag their tail, sit, and ask cutely for Sylus’s attention, which Sylus gladly gave.

Your heart melted at the interactions between the two. It was another facet to Sylus, the appreciation and respect he showed your valued friend interesting and revealing. The calm reaction to your dog’s staunch protectiveness was another mark in his favor. You were starting to realize that these mental marks of yours in his favor grew increasingly numerous.

Being somewhat calculating, it did occur to him that you might warm up to him faster if your dog liked him. It did not hurt, of course that your dog had a strong personality, much like you. Playing with them would only be a bonus.

His lips curl in amusement as a thought crosses his mind.

“What’s so funny, Sylus?” His name from your mouth thrilled him.

“You are, sweetie. An adorable kitten surrounding themselves with dangerous things, deceiving everyone who can’t tell that you’re the most ferocious of all.”

“Only if provoked. Anyway, why are you here? Just to play with my dog?”

“Not just that. I also want to play with you.” Your dog was now leaning fully against him, in that way large dogs do, and he found it cute.

“I suppose we can play.” The smirk that graces your face, coupled with your playful tone, fills him with satisfaction. “But you should be prepared to lose.”

“Always, sweetie. Losing to you is well worth my while.”

Before, the thought of being with you like this was a distant, well guarded hope. But here he was in your apartment, your dog cuddling up to him while you willingly gave him your time and attention. How fortunate for him to spend time with those he loved.

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Zayne

The first time he met your dog, it was while you were on a walk with them. It just so happened that your route went past a bakery he frequents. Zayne was purchasing his favorite sweets, and considering which one you might like when both you and your dog strode past the window, pausing briefly so they could sniff around the bakery door. Understandable as the scent of freshly baked goods was incredibly enticing.

Quickly, impulsively, he buys everything he was considering and leaves the shop, walking quickly to catch up with you, but he slows down as he gets closer. Of course you hear him approaching, and you command your dog to heel before you turn, right as he greets you. “Hello, unruly patient of mine.”

Laughing, you greet him in turn, your dog waiting patiently at your heel. “Greetings, strict doctor of mine.”

With your dog by your side, he’s struck by your powerful presence. Not that that is an abnormal occurrence, but the dog is entirely new. Zayne loves animals, and secretly the day the animals come to visit patients at the hospital is one of his favorites.

But, it is prudent to be cautious, having not met your dog yet, and especially because your dog is so large. In an effort to make you smile, he did try and crack a joke. “Taking the hellhound puppy for a jaunt?” Much to his delight, it worked.

“Indeed. It’ll be much harder when he’s the size of a building, so I should take the opportunity when I can. Would you like to join us?”

“I would love to.” Approaching slowly, he asks if he can pet your dog. It’s important to ask this question, even if the dog seems calm or friendly, and you appreciated the fact he asked because it showed respect for you and your dog. “You may.”

Gently, he rests his hand on your dogs head, not having to lower himself at all to do so, and starts scratching their ears. Your dog leans into his touch, tail wagging enthusiastically. He can only use one hand, as he’s holding baked goods in the other.

You walk together, talking and laughing. Zayne is acutely aware of you, how you move, your voice, the smell of your shampoo, and dozens of other small details.

Your dog catches the scent of the baked goods and starts sniffing the air. “Would you like to sniff it?” Zayne lowers the sealed bag closer to your dog’s adorable, wiggling nose. It was a heartwarming gesture, and you could feel the rush of affection for him. He didn’t give the dog any baked goods of course, but he figured the smells themselves were a fun treat. The action further endeared him to you, showing once again that Zayne’s personality really did match his tastes.

Your dog had handily wormed their way into his heart. They say dogs and their owners resemble each other, and he can see why. He can see echos of you in your dog, which only serves to strengthen his regard for you because he can see the strong bond between you. It was a bond of the same strength he hoped to have with you, someday, as his bond with you grew.

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Rafayel

“Well, you are very cute, I do agree. But unfortunately I know someone cuter.” [Picture Received] Rafayel’s joy at his cuteness being acknowledged was replace with mock outrage. How could anything be cuter than him? (Except you!) But he did have to admit, your dog was pretty dang adorable.

That was how he found out you had a dog.

You were opening up more, sharing things about yourself that you previously wouldn’t have. It didn’t matter how many times this happened, he loved learning about you, and there was always something new.

This discovery precipitated a flood of ideas in his mind, and he immediately fills pages of his current sketchbook. Later, when you were going to one of his exhibits together, he floated the idea of a series of animal themed paintings. Perhaps your dog could be a model?(In reality, it was themed around you and your dog in particular, and he was absolutely trying to spend more time with you under the guise of the painting sessions)

“Hmmm. Are you sure? I know you aren’t really comfortable around cats, so I thought that might be the case with dogs as well. Hence, why I don’t really talk about my dog with you or invite you to my place or anything. I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, stressed out or scared. Doubly so because my dog is quite large.”

“Aww cutie, you’re so considerate! But don’t worry, I’m sure. Why don’t you bring your dog around tomorrow?” More time with you is always something he wants, whatever that entails. Rafayel is willing to face and overcome his fears for you, for nothing in return.

But the thing is, he’s not getting nothing. You’ve shown your care and compassion for him, actively spending time with him, helping him, and sharing your live with him. He truly believes that he’s the luckiest, when it comes to you.

“Okay, if you’re sure.” And so, tomorrow came and you arrived with your dog, who was prancing back and forth in excitement to be somewhere new. You were taking care so that the leash wouldn’t get tangled in his legs, and talking to him as you walked up to the studio.

“Aww are you excited? I’m excited too.” He watches as you do a playful little dance with your dog, finding it so endearing. “Now, just be chill. Rafayel could have chosen another dog but instead he asked for you! Isn’t that cool?”

He absolutely had no idea how big your dog actually was though, because photos are so bad at showing scale, unless there’s something for comparison. Realization hit him like a brick when you walked up with your dog and their shoulders were at your hip. To say he was flabbergasted would be an extremely accurate statement, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. Especially armed with dog treats, your dog was absolutely gonna love him.

He comes out to greet the two of you, making sure his body language is relaxed and nonthreatening, encouraging your dog to come and investigate.

“Suddenly I have an idea for a painting where your dog models a hell-hound. You would be a perfect model for Persephone, what do you say?” Your dog approaches him calmly and happily, sniffing around until they catch the scent of the treats, hidden in Rafayel’s pocket and focus their attention on it, sniffing vigorously. Their tail whips around eagerly and they prance, hoping to get a treat.

“Hmmmm maybe.” A glowing smile and a playful shrug accompany your coy tone. “Though beware I will charge a modeling fee.” Rafayel rests his hands on your dog’s ears, petting them and flapping them back and forth. Your dog is enchanted, and leans into his touch, bracing their entire body against his legs.

“As you should! Gotta make sure you get your due.” Rafayel switches to rubbing your dog’s neck, and scratching under their chin. He grants your dog a treat, because it’s deserved for being so lovely.

It was fun and heartwarming to see them interact, and that feeling permeated the session. He liked your dog and treated them well and was calm even though he was clearly taken aback by how big they were. Your dog liked him, too!

It was supposed to be a modeling job for your dog, but honestly it devolved into the three of you spending time together and playing around. Not that any of you were complaining, of course.

Though it didn’t seem like a modeling session, Rafayel absolutely did sketch his favorite moments when you weren’t really paying attention. You hadn’t had such a fun time in a while, but it seemed you always did have fun with him.

Living life with you was what he wanted. He cherished the things he experienced with you and through you, he was able to make a new friend. What more could he ask for?

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