#they made him look so small and squishable

[mihai-florescu]

He looks on the verge of crying

[cottonlemonade]

Plan B

word count: 1015 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Kuroo x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, pining

warnings: none

synopsis: he is trying to convince you to go out with him

The café was in its typical morning lull when you came in. After the coffee rush of the business crowd and students on their way to class there were now only a few people seated comfortably around the small round tables, chatting idly and enjoying a piece of quiet in the hustle of a new Monday. This was your favorite time of the day. The early spring sun was shining happily through the large front windows, making the dark wooden walls appear as if dipped in honey. The smell of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the soothing scent of cookies, all amidst the faint sound of traffic humming underneath the soft clanking of spoons gave you a deep sense of calm.

After the daily round of hellos and how-are-yous, you put on your black apron and got to work in the kitchen, starting on the preparations for lunch.

“Manager?”, an hour later as you just put the finishing touches on a batch of orange drizzle muffins, one of your baristas poked his head through the door and gave you a look. You sighed and joined him in the front by the cash register. Sure enough the tall man waited for you, a wide grin across his handsome face.

“No.”, you told him before he even got the chance to say anything.

“And good morning to you, too.”

“No.”, you said again, beginning to prepare his usual order of simple green tea.

“Just one cup of coffee, we don’t even have to leave the premises.”

“400 yen, please.”

He counted out a small stack of coins on the counter and crossed his arms.

“Where is your cheer squad today?”, you asked, referring to his usual companions of a broad guy with spiky gray hair and a smaller one whose smile rivaled the sun in brightness. Needlessly supervising the last drops of hot water in the to-go cup, you made sure to add the exact amount of tea leaves to a little bag, just so you didn't have to look at him and his ridiculously confident smirk.

“Eh, I think they got tired of you rejecting me.”

“Interesting, any chance that’ll happen to you, too?”

“Sure, I’ll stop”, he slid over to where you were finishing up his order and lowered his voice, “when you stop blushing whenever I ask you out.”

He accepted his order with a wink. “Thank you. See you tomorrow.”

When the door closed behind him, you found your barista leaning against a counter with a cocked eyebrow.

“That makes seven!”, he announced, pointing to a small blackboard on the back wall where you usually wrote down the groceries needed that week. In the lower left hand corner he and the rest of the staff had begun to keep a tally of how often the guy had asked you out so far.

Seven times in three weeks. You smiled against your better judgment. You knew not to take him too seriously. Knew it was just a game to him. When he came in for the first time you had almost dropped a mug, because how could someone look this casually seductive?!

It wasn’t that you didn’t have the urge to say Yes just for the hell of it. But you weren't in the mood to be a short-lived plaything for a guy who probably only thought chubbies were easy. And thus began a regular routine of rejecting him. You didn’t know whether you actually wanted him to stop or if saying No to him had just become a reflex. A wise one probably.

Kuroo groaned and gently hit his head against his desk. Of course the thought that he might be an actual creep for asking you out so much had occurred to him but when he made his initial attempt, you had said Yes at first before immediately changing your answer to No. How on earth could he prove to you that he wasn‘t kidding when he told you that you were on his mind all day? Your smile, your voice, your exceptionally squishable body all brought new amounts of cute-aggression into his life.

At this point he was running out of options. Maybe… maybe he should just wait until you approached him instead - if you ever would, that was. He needed a new idea.

And so, one misguided day, he listened in on the gossip of his coworkers who talked about what mundane things they found attractive in a guy. And that’s how we got here:

Kuroo sat at a large four seater table in the corner of your café. Papers were strewn about, magazines lay open for references. He had loosened his tie and opened the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt; his reading glasses were pushed back onto his nose in regular intervals. It was warmer today. So warm that he had discarded his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, wristwatch glinting in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. He gave a little frown and absentmindedly bit his bottom lip as he consulted one of the articles, sometimes silently mouthing along to paragraphs he read, twirling the pen in his long fingers. He lifted a page to read the next, making a note on a separate sheet, the muscles in his forearm taut while he wrote.

He looked up at nowhere in particular, then closed his eyes and stretched his tired neck, the open shirt tightening around his broad shoulders, the line of his jaw highlighted by the golden light beaming through the large windows…

"Sir.", a waitress stepped professionally to the table, a towel neatly tucked in the waist cord of her apron, hands politely folded in front of her stomach.

"Yes?"

"The manager isn’t here today."

His cheeks started to burn, "Why- I mean… what?"

"And while we do appreciate what you do for the ambiance", a subtle gesture pointed out the girls, women and the barista staring, some even holding up their phone camera, giggling behind their hands, "this isn’t a library, so please order something or free the table."

"…O-of course."

[part 2]

[meiliarotten]

i need the insight of the tf2 smut expert (complimentary) on this one... which of the mercs prefers tits and which one prefers ass?

First off- I am honored to be considered the tf2 smut expert. Now- on to the ultimate question.

🍑 or 🍒?

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

The Masterlist

👟 Scout 👟

Oooooh I had to ponder this one for a long while. Now, I personally headcanon Scout as bi (like me), so I finally decided he likes both, but specifically tits for women and ass for men. If you’re non-binary it’s a coin toss. As in he’ll probably literally flip a damn coin.

🦅 Soldier 🦅

My reasoning here literally had me looking up muscle groups in the human body. Soldier strikes me as a man attracted to strength. Literally look at Zhanna. She definitely pegs him and he’s not ashamed of it. As such, I think he’s an ass man- largest muscle in the body, y’know? Yeah. My high school biology teacher would be proud to see what I’m doing with that hard earned education.

🔥 Pyro 🔥

Pyro likes any squishable soft part of your body- tits, ass, belly, it’s all fair game, but if they had to choose, they would go with tits. They’re the easiest to squeeze if they hug you from behind, they like the way they feel when you’re cuddling and they’re pressed up against them, big or small, breasts are just perfect! Plus, if you have an especially sensitive chest, Pyro will definitely take full advantage of that during foreplay

💥 Demo 💥

For Demo, it comes down to what’s easiest to grab in the moment- and that tends to be your ass. It’s easy to give it a quick squeeze in the corner of a bar or even in passing on the battlefield, just to tease you a bit- tits aren’t nearly as subtle. So yeah, it’s ass all the way for this one.

🥊 Heavy 🥊

I struggled with this for a long while but I finally settled on tits. Heavy is much bigger than most of his lovers, and so he prefers for them to ride on top so that they can take him at their own pace. This position makes it pretty easy for him to caress your chest or simply watch the way your tits bounce as you ride him. It’s a view he can’t get enough of!

🔧 Engie 🔧

Ass. I had to consult a fellow smut expert on this one cause I was stuck, and they’re reasoning basically boils down to a particular smutty scenario where Engie bends you over his desk and goes to town- hence resulting in the ass preference. I also personal feel like he wouldn’t be shy about spanking either.

🏥 Medic 🏥

Assl Tits. THIGHS. I will perish on this hill, Medic is a thigh appreciator above all else. Mans will go down on you for hours just to be cushioned between a pair of thighs. He’ll leave bite marks on the soft flesh. A pair of thigh high stockings will fucking slay him, as illustrated in this fic by lil ol me.

🦘 Sniper 🦘

Ass for sure. This might have something to do with the “wild man” energy Sniper gives off. Something about him just screams feral, and that includes taking you ass up and face down whenever the mood arises.

🌹 Spy 🌹

Tits, especially if they’re accentuated with some fancy lingerie. Spy will gladly worship your chest if you want him to. He’ll even buy you outfits that show off your curves with plunging necklines just for him to admire you in. Kinda like a sugar daddy

So yeah, those are my hot takes on what each merc prefers. You want a source? My source is that I made it the fuck up

Jk, this is all in good fun, and I’d love to see y’all’s opinions as well! These are the discussions we should be having, people!

[kitten4sannie]

Please make something with san and a groping kink!!

ask and you shall receive, anonnie <3 i hope you like it!! thanks for the request!

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pairing: boyfriend! san x fem! reader

genre: smut

summary: san can’t keep his hands to himself.

w.c: 1.5k

warnings: soft dom! san, sub! reader, exhibitionism (also please don’t do this irl esp since no one in public can consent), pet names, slight degradation, praise, nipple/tit play, spanking, groping kink, fingering

a/n: i saw a hentai like this once… hekshd anygays enjoyyy <3

Masterlist

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San stood near the last sliding door of the train, one forearm resting against the glass, looking down at you, watching how you pressed yourself back into the glass, pinned between his broad body and the door, your eyes full of need for him.

San was doing everything he possibly could to contain himself, but how could he when you were always so cute and squishable? Of course, you wore a tiny little skirt that cut off just enough to reveal your soft thighs, and of course, you just had to wear a thigh garter that made your supple skin pop out just enough to make him want to bite it. And how could he forget the skin-tight sweater you had on? The one you refused to wear a bra with. He was always able to witness how your nipples would poke through them when you were cold or turned on. It drove him crazy. Made him want to play with them until you were begging and dripping for him.

He raised his free hand up to run his fingers up your forearm, traveling up your upper arm and to your exposed collarbone, feeling you shiver underneath his touch. His eyes studied your chest, taking note of the swell of your tits, how he wanted to feel them in his hands, noting how your nipples hardened and pressed through the soft material of your top. Were you turned on right now?

As his fingers idly drew gentle circles just above one of your breasts, San leaned in, whispering into your ear, “You want me to touch you, don’t you, baby? Is that why you wore something that would drive me crazy?”

“I always want you to touch me, Sannie,” you mumbled back, letting out a small sigh when he cornered you further against the glass, his broad frame blocking anyone from seeing what he was about to do to you. His fingers drifted over one of your nipples, tweaking it through your sweater and making you squeak.

San licked his lips, studying your flushed face. “You’re super sensitive today, baby. Is it because we’re on a train with people around? Or do you just like when I tease you?” he questioned, pressing his lips onto your cheek, pinching your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, twisting and flicking it until you grabbed onto the front of his plain black t-shirt for support.

You turned your head to press a kiss onto his cheek, mumbling against his warm skin, “Both. Please give me more. Grab me anywhere you want. I don’t even care if someone sees…I just need it, Sannie.”

San’s fingers twitched a bit, his mind going at a thousand miles per hour at the thought of grabbing and groping you anywhere he could, wanting to squeeze your softness and feel it squish in between his fingers. He needed it so bad. And here you were, looking up at him with those glossy, half-lidded eyes and a little pout, asking for it.

“I’ll give you what you want, angel. I always do,” he reassured in a low voice, breathing just a tiny bit harder, and dragging his tongue over his bottom lip, the perversion he usually kept locked inside starting to slip out a bit. “Don’t even worry your pretty little head about it.”

-

The both of you had waited till the train cart you were in was mostly empty. There were only a few people sitting on the very far end facing away from you. He took the opportunity to turn you around and press you chest-first into the glass door, his hands going underneath your skirt to knead your ass from both sides, unable to hold back a low groan.

“God, your ass is so perfect, baby,” he sighed out, his cock starting to press into the material of his pants. Ignoring it, he smacked his hands against both of your asscheeks to watch them bounce back.

“Mm.” You looked back at your boyfriend, sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. “Again, Sannie.”

“Naughty girl.” He smacked both sides of your ass, this time grabbing it roughly afterwards and groping you to the best of his ability, as though he were trying to leave an imprint of his hands on your skin.

You were in heaven. You almost didn’t care if the sounds you were making carried over to the unsuspecting people sitting across the train. How could you when San was behind you, his hard cock pressing into your ass and his strong, veined hands grabbing you so eagerly you were ready to make a mess on the floor below?

“You want more, baby? Hmm?” he asked huskily against your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver up your spine. His cock was starting to ache, but touching you took precedence. “Want me to play with your tits?”

You nodded quickly, leading him to press himself further against you, his hands groping along your thighs to your waist and eventually snaking up underneath your thin sweater, his big hands encapsulating your tits and moving them around in slow circles, thumbing your nipples with increasing enthusiasm.

Hearing your small, breathy moans, San pressed his cheek next to yours, studying your needy reflection through the glass. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“So good,” you echoed, biting back a loud moan the best you could when he pushed his thigh in between yours, his cock now throbbing steadily against your ass, making you lose focus on the train outside of the window that was beginning to catch up with yours on the opposite track.

San smirked to himself, chiming, “Hey, angel, it looks like we have an audience~” He suddenly pushed your body into the glass, your bare tits smushing into it, sending a shock through your system from how cold it was against your heated skin. Some of the patrons who were idly glancing out the window stared at you with their jaws on the floor, some gazing with half-closed eyes. It filled you with a sense of shame, making you turn your head as to not make eye contact with anyone else. “My baby’s suddenly shy, hmm?” your boyfriend sighed into your ear, sliding a hand around your waist and up under your skirt, rubbing two fingers up and down your cunt. “Then, what’s this? Why are you soaking wet, angel?”

“I-i’m not,” you whined shakily, encouraging your boyfriend to slip his fingers past your panties, sinking deep into your needy, wet hole.

“Oh, yes you are, you little liar,” he snickered into your ear, grunting just as he began shoving them in and out of you, an audible squelching sound accompanying the low, repetitive metallic sounds of the train going over the tracks below. “You hear that, babydoll? You hear this slutty little cunt of yours?”

“Y-yes, Sannie, I hear it,” you whimpered softly, resting your face against the glass window, your thighs trembling slightly from both the pleasure and the possibility that one of the other passengers would turn their heads around to see you in such an indecent state.

“Good girl. Don’t lie to me anymore, okay?” He smiled at the sight of you nodding your head the best you could with how you were squished against the glass by his larger frame, your pussy pulsing around his rapidly moving digits. “You want to cum, yeah? Help me out and play with your cute little clit.”

“Yes, Sannie,” you replied right away, sliding your free hand down into your panties to rub your swollen clit in tight circles, unable to keep yourself from letting out more whimpers.

“Yeah, just like that, baby,” he groaned into your ear, sliding in a third finger, your arousal starting to leak out down your inner thighs, making you shiver. “You better cum for me. Cum for Sannie.”

Emitting a harsh moan, you continued to pleasure yourself with San’s eager assistance, all while watching the other people on the other end of the train, biting your lip tightly, almost wanting them to watch as you began to come undone for your boyfriend. “Gonna cum…gonna cum for Sannie…”

“Yes, you are,” he agreed in a sugary sweet tone, using his free hand to grab one of your tits, squeezing it between his fingers and moving it around, flicking your sensitive bud just as your moans began to crescendo the best they could through your gritted teeth. “Yeah, that’s it. Make a mess, baby. Come on.”

Your body began to jolt and your vision faded out momentarily, your thighs tightening up so intensely you almost got a cramp. “Fuck, Sannieee,” you whined in a strained voice, squeezing your clit, feeling San press his fingers into the spongy area inside you.

San pressed kiss after kiss onto your jaw and neck as you rode out your orgasm, emitting a few ‘mm-hmm’s’ for only you to hear, pulling his cum-coated fingers out to run up and down the curves of your body one more time for good measure. “What a good girl you are.”

“Only for you.” You pulled yourself off of the glass and turned your body around, wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms holding you securely against his warm body, his cock still stiff, this time pressing against your heat. “Sannie…?” you murmured, closing your eyes just in time for his lips to slot onto yours, sharing a few heartfelt kisses with him.

He pulled away, pressing one last kiss onto your cheek, whispering onto your flushed skin, “Let’s find an empty train car, baby.”

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[kairiscorner]

peter b. parker x short grumpy reader please and thank you 🤍

anon ily platonically YES I WILL MAKE THIS, THANK YOU <333

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

also for this, i like to think this'd maybe be an alternate earth where everything is the same but peter b is not with mj (or you can think it's a diff mj, spider mj? whatever, it's just you) and he's not married.

so imagine,

summary: peter b was the only person at the spider society who didn't see you as just this grumpy mess of a person, he knew you were going through a lot of things, who wasn't? he was willing to hear you out for whatever it is you were facing, but maybe without you effortlessly carrying a big table as he hears you out and tries to help you.

word count: 1,265

saying peter b loved you a whole lot was an understatement, he was practically at your beck and call whenever you needed him. there were times were it was as though he could read your mind, he'd prepare things for you if you needed them, especially without you having to ask. he did whatever you told him to without question, because he knew he'd make you happy if he did it. if it pleased you or made you happy, he'd do it, no questions asked.

but the thing about you was that you kind of, sort of had an attitude problem. you'd snap at anyone who'd get in your way, literally and figuratively. this is why everyone at the spider society flocked to peter b when you'd be around, hoping he'd act like a human (or spider) shield for them, just like that afternoon.

peter was enjoying his round of afternoon coffee by the cafeteria when a bunch of spider people rushed in and hid behind him. peter sighed and smiled as he looked at the spider people behind him. "ya did it again? when i specifically told you guys not to? ah, well, don't say i didn't warn ya." he said with a chuckle as he leaned against his chair, being held up by the frightened bodies of the spider people behind his chair.

he could hear the clangs against the walls outside and the storm of angry footprints as they drew nearer and nearer, signaling these poor spider people's imminent doom. peter laughed aloud. "aren't they just the cutest when they stomp their feet? i tell you, they're so squishable." peter beamed as he gazed at the cafeteria door, counting down the seconds in his head as he waited for you to storm in a 3... 2... 1...

a loud bang reverberated throughout the whole spider society's cafeteria, with a bunch of bystander spider people looking your way as you fumed. your eyebrows knitted together as you huffed and puffed angrily, your nostrils flared up as you gnashed your teeth together, looking for the spider people who provoked you earlier.

"where. are. they." you seethed, to which all the spider people pointed to the small crowd behind peter b, the lot of which were saying their prayers and hoping they'd get out of this one alive.

peter smiled at you and waved with a small blush across his face. "hey love!" he exclaimed, raising his mug at you. "coffee?" he offered, to which you ignored and rushed straight for the spider people behind peter. "you assholes." you muttered through gritted teeth as you practically became a wild beast that ravaged through the forests of unrelenting anger. "you wanna say that shit to me again? huh? what was that about me being a harmless, pretty little pipsqueak brat?" you seethed as you took a table and pulled it up from its bolts that fixed it in place.

you carried the table with ease and threatened to slam it over their heads. "go on, tell me how vulnerable i am again, i dare you, i dare you!" you shouted, and as you did, your voice rang throughout the whole room, causing everyone to shudder as you let your aggression get the best of you.

the spider people apologized to you, saying how they didn't mean it, but when you caught them making fun of your height, complain how easy it was to rile you up--you knew they meant it. every single word of it.

peter got up from the chair and stretched a little. "love..." he said as he extended his hands towards you. "we can talk about this before you cut their heads off." he said, half jokingly because he knew you were capable of it.

you grunted at that because you really, really wanted these guys to have a piece of your mind. you were breathing heavily, you wanted to scream, to get angry, anything! but you couldn't do it in front of peter, never him. it could be anyone else in the world, but you hated showing him this side of yourself, no matter how used to it he was.

"you don't have to get violent anymore, okay? i've got you. i've got you..." he said as he slowly approached you and placed his hands on your shoulders, smiling at you, gradually wrapping you in his embrace. his embrace was always sweet, you never felt like he forced it upon you or was forcing it upon him, you felt genuine, warm love from him every time he touched you. it was, to you, the most cathatic feeling in the world.

you set the table back down, it fell to its side since you kind of threw it rather than placed it down. you felt hot tears stinging the corners of your eyes, you tried blinking them away, but they just kept coming.

you sighed as you eased into his touch. "dammit," you said as you leaned into the crook of his neck. "i'm sorry, it's just... i felt like shit today. my mission went horrible, my teammates talked bad about me--i can barely look at myself right in the mirror without thinking about all the bad things i've been hearing about me." you whispered in a regretful voice into peter's ear as the onlookers of spider people glanced at the two of you and slowly left the cafeteria one by one, the band of spider people gathered behind peter running away quickly so as not to be in the cross hairs of your anger.

"pete, i'm... sorry you had to deal with me. they were just teasing, i shouldn't have given in to their..." you choked out as tears welled up in your eyes. "i just... i've had enough of people thinking they can say whatever they want about me because i'm... because i don't look like much." you said with a slightly irritated tone, more so towards yourself.

"hey, now... you're okay." peter said as he kissed your forehead and rubbed your back. "i know you're trying to be better, i can see that. i know... i know that comments like that can still hurt you. but you don't need to do that anymore, not while i'm here." peter said as he pulled away to look at you, with such softness and care in his eyes.

you may be grumpy, aggressive, and insecure about yourself and your height, but your hot-headedness cools down significantly when peter's with you.

"you're good enough already. and i'm happy you're working on your issues... i'm right here for you if you need me, i'll teach them a thing or two for you. i promise. and no, you are not vulnerable, weak, or a brat. you're better than that, you're strong, independent, and... so much more." he said as he kissed your forehead again.

"i love you, i always will. you're doing great already." he whispered as he held you close. "thank you..." you choked out as you clung on to peter, as he rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head, letting you let out all your frustrations about the day and about everyone else onto him.

you may have been an angry little gremlin, but you were his angry little gremlin, and he'd prove to you time and time again that no matter how bad your grumpiness and anger would get, no matter how insecure you were of your height, he saw you as just right for him and would defend you to the very end.

a/n: TBH I KEPT DELETING AND REDOING THIS, I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS THIS WAS ONE IDEA OUT OF..... 6 OR SO AAAAA I HOPE IT WAS GOOD THOUGH, SORRY READER SEEMED MORE ANGRY THAN GRUMPY

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04

[drarrily-we-row-along]

The curse Harry had been hit with wasn’t so bad when he became something cute and small. 

At the end of some days he just transformed into a little lapdog, easily squishable, easily manageable, easily lovable. Those days it was easy to curl up on Draco’s lap, to allow his ears to be stroked, soft endearments spoken over him. He’d often drift off to sleep, lulled by the peace and easy contentment of being scooped and cradled in gentle arms. 

Some days he became something a little bigger, something with bigger teeth and a bit of a reputation, something that some people might be a little afraid of. But he wasn’t actually dangerous unless provoked, just a bit larger than some might prefer; his bark was certainly worse than his bite. Still it was easy enough to allow himself to be cuddled and held, to be petted and told that he was good. Even if he might feel a little grumbly about it, huffing barks and little growls, the affection and gentleness he so craved with this form was easily accessible. There was always a couch to lay on, Draco’s thigh to press against, his knee to rest his chin on while he was told that he was good if a bit misunderstood. 

It wasn’t even too bad on the days that he looked more like a wolf than a dog, when his body was as long or longer than a human was tall, when his teeth were long and sharp, when his throat was possessed by the urge to howl. Even then, it wasn't too hard to transform, to run, to push his body to its limits before collapsing on the floor in front of the fire, sofa at his back. He was, theoretically, actually dangerous in this form. But hands were always gentle, stroking his thick fur, removing any burrs that had gotten caught, offering him water and little treats. The words were still always gentle, soft declarations of love, proclaiming his goodness in spite of how dangerous he might have been.

But nights like tonight were a different story entirely. On nights like these, he transformed into something far smaller than the wolf, and perhaps he wouldn’t have been seen as a threat in this body. Small, frail-looking, and very obviously wounded; everything about this body ached, everything about this body was too much for him to bear. And the woundedness, the pain that left him exposed and broken, made him more dangerous than any of the others. To be pet in this form was to experience pain, even the most gentle hands prompted a reaction; a bite, a snarl, teeth snapping and hackles rising. 

On nights like tonight, he didn’t go inside. He didn’t find his way to the chair or the sofa, didn’t find a comfortable place to lay in front of the fire. No, on nights like tonight, he carried himself, limping and bleeding, into the woods and found a place to lie down. The forest was alive with the sounds of creatures around him and even the noise rubbed something raw inside of him. 

He found a giant tree, one whose roots had carved out a hollow in the earth between, and laid down in the dirt close to the trunk, gingerly curling his body around itself. The small whines that escaped his throat were inevitable, he was unable to stop himself from whimpering in pain no matter how he tried. 

And that was where Draco found him, lying shivering from cold and pain, trying very hard to block out all of the world. A low growl escaped his throat as Draco approached, teeth bared in a snarl, in spite of the way that his presence soothed something inside of his chest.

“I thought I might find you out here,” he said evenly, sitting down a few feet away, giving him space. “I worry for you when you don’t come home, you know.”

He huffed and curled tighter, shifting slightly away from him. 

“I brought some things that might help,” he said, taking the rucksack off and flipping it open, “maybe a little water first?” Draco suggested, filling a bowl and offering it to him, “or a snack. You must be hungry from how far you ran,” he added, nudging some food toward him as well. 

After a few minutes of careful mistrust, sniffing the proffered gifts for any signs of poison, any ill intent, he took a few tentative sips of water, a bite of food. 

“Bandages next,” he said softly, broadcasting his movements as he pulled out ointments and bandages, salves and healing potions. “I know you don’t like this part, but it always helps.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that was true but it didn’t stop him from snapping at his hand when he reached toward him. 

“It’s alright,” Draco soothed, not pulling away, not turning back. Gentle hands, hands that had praised and healed before, resumed their task, starting with the most obvious gaping wounds. 

The process hurt, he cried and whimpered, shifting restlessly while the wounds were dressed. And when he was done, Harry thought he would leave, thought that was enough, surely, already too much to ask, too much to take. 

But instead he prompted, “Let me see.” 

He growled, low and dangerous; guarding the deep, festering wounds that he’d purposely kept hidden. They were ugly, dangerous in their own right, the festering was toxic; something that could poison not only his own body but that of anyone he touched as well. 

“Come on,” he murmured, soft and encouraging, “show me.” 

Pushing back, he found himself trapped against the tree. His hackles rose and he crouched a little lower to the ground but before he could work himself up too much further Draco took a step back.

“You’re alright,” he said gently, “you’re safe, you’re not trapped.” Another step back and his body eased a bit. “You get to choose. You don’t have to let me help, but I want to. I’m here when you’re ready.”

He laid back down, his whole body shaking with exhaustion and a pain that radiated from his chest and throughout his body. And he watched him. 

And Draco just looked back at him, not pushing, not expecting him to do anything, not forcing anything on him. But he made it equally clear that he was not going anywhere, that he really would sit there until Harry was ready. The experience of his desire for his healing was almost too much, it set a pain even deeper in his body, all the way down into his bones.

After several minutes of staring at one another, his growl turned into a low whine, soft and pitiful, even to his own ears. 

“Come here,” he invited again, holding out a hand and waiting.

He crawled forward on his belly and bumped his hand with his snoot and he carefully stroked his head.

“You’re good,” he murmured as he rubbed his ear between his thumb and forefinger, “you’re good.”

Whining, Harry gingerly rolled onto his side, exposing the wounds on his chest. They were the worst, he knew they were the ugliest, the deepest, the most dangerous. 

“Oh,” he whispered soft and aching, “let me?” he asked and Harry turned his head to the side, allowing him to clean them, to work in the ointment that would ultimately heal in spite of how badly it hurt, before bandaging them. 

Panting, whimpering, he waited for the sharp pain to dull, to ease.

Draco shifted closer, sitting cross legged near his head, petting him and murmuring soft, gentle words to him. “Come home,” he murmured.

He curled into a ball, settling his body back into the tree roots once more, seeking the shelter of the tree. It was enough, this place, wounds already tended to, water and food freely given; more than enough really all things considered when you saw his ugliness, his brokenness, the way he snapped and growled. It was too much, surely, for anyone to bear. 

With a little sigh, he unrolled a mat and started to settle on the ground, like he planned to stay.

Lifting his head he gave a little bark and nudged his hip with his nose.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said stubbornly, “not without you. You either come with me or I stay here, that’s how this works.” 

He huffed and gave another bark but when Draco made no signs of moving, he curled up tighter and tucked his head. Dozing off was a matter of necessity at this point, exhaustion made every limb heavy and achy. 

When he woke, body stiff and sore, nerves alight with the sensation of sleeping somewhere unfamiliar, he turned his head and found that he was still there, watching over him while he slept. “You’re alright,” he soothed, “you’re safe.”

Whining again, he leaned forward slowly and pressed his nose to Draco’ arm. 

“Home?” he asked softly, two fingers tracing over the bridge of his nose. 

And he gave in, let himself be loved, be too much, he stood and waited while he rolled his mat and packed up. The walk back was a slow, painful one but he stayed by his side the whole way back, not rushing him, just staying with him. 

When they got back he laid down in front of the fireplace and Draco built up the fire, then covered him with a blanket and sat beside him to stroke his head until he drifted off to sleep again.

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The next morning, the sun shining through the windows woke him. He shifted with a groan, stretching his stiff muscles.

“There’s coffee on the table.”

He looked over at Draco where he was sitting looking out the window and sipping his own cup of coffee, before sitting up and reaching for the cup. Leaning against the sofa, he took a sip of coffee before scrubbing his hand over his face. “Sorry,” he finally said, voice coming out rough from misuse. 

“I’m not,” Draco replied without missing a beat.

He laughed, a hint of bitter disbelief in his voice, “you had to chase me out into the woods,” he said. “Heal gaping, disgusting wounds.”

“I love you,” he countered, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “I’ll always come find you. I’ll always want to help you heal.” 

He shook his head and looked down at his coffee. “I hate this curse,” he whispered, broken and frustrated. 

“It doesn’t have to be a curse.” He stood up and moved over to sit next to him on the floor, shoulder to shoulder with their backs pressed against the legboard of the sofa. “Not if you let me help you, not if you let me see you.”

“It feels like as much of a curse for you as it is for me.”

He shook his head, “I want all of you. You aren’t too much,” he added softly. 

He leaned over and rested his head on Draco’s shoulder, “I feel like too much.” 

“You’re not,” Draco said easily. “And it’s okay that you feel that way. But you’re not too much, your wounds aren’t too much. It’s helpful sometimes,” he continued, “to see how hard your days are,” he kissed the top of his head. “You always want to hide the hurt away from me, but you can’t like this. I like getting to know what’s really going on inside of you.”

A tear slipped down his cheek, rolling down his chin, “what if it never gets easier? What if I never stop feeling this much pain? What if I never stop growling and snapping at you? What if I hurt you?”

“That was a lot of different questions,” he said, kissing the top of his head again. “I imagine that sometimes it will get easier and sometimes it will get harder.”

“Great. That sounds really good,” he muttered. 

He laughed, soft and fond, “that’s just life. Sometimes we feel a lot of pain, we experience inordinate amounts of suffering. But you can always growl and snap at me, you can push me as hard as you want but I’m not going to leave. I won’t ever leave,” he promised. “Even if you hurt me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered. 

“I know,” he affirmed. “But even if you do, we’ll make it better. You don’t have to shut me out, you don’t have to try to protect me from yourself. I’m not afraid of you.” Draco nudged him up off his shoulder so he could look at Harry’s face. 

For a long moment, he just let him look, let himself be flayed open by his piercing silver gaze, every secret laid bare. 

“You are good,” he said. “You are loved, so loved. All you have to do is let me love you.” 

“I’m scared,” he confessed. 

He smiled and let him snuggle back against his side, head resting on his shoulder once more. “I know. But you’re not alone. I’ll be with you,” he assured him. “I’ll be your safety net, I’ll help.” He rested his cheek on Harry's head, “everything will be alright in the end,” he promised. “You just have to trust me.”

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[pjofancalledbelle]

Lego house- Leo valdez x oc fan fiction

A/N~ I'm back with an actual fan fic that will be on wattpad soon and I'll link it when it's ready I just wanna known people's opinion on the prologue first.

It's a Leo x oc fic. Where the oc is a daughter of Aphrodite. I won't be adding her to the lost hero quest because I don't she'll fit in there well but yeah. Enjoy! Give feedback and I'll be more active and work on request.

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Sleeping.

This was an act that, for any normal person, would be peaceful and calm, but for a demigod? Well, sometimes it could be worse than being awake. Take Mabel Grace Beaumont, for example. The pretty daughter of Aphrodite and Oliver Beaumont—yes, the West End star—was having nightmares. She knew if Drew found out, she would tease her for yet again not being perfect. Gods above, Mabel wished for once she could be perfect.

What made it worse wasn’t just that the nightmares were about monsters or childhood horrors in the dark, but memories. Sometimes they were glances of the future, but tonight it was memories.

She was taken back to when she was maybe six or seven. Life was easier then, sort of. She hadn’t known she was a demigod, but life with her father wasn't a walk in the park. Oliver Beaumont was a handsome man, sharing her golden blonde hair and pale skin. Unlike her, he was egotistical and lived for the spotlight, which he found on the West End and in magazines. He wasn’t a cruel dad. He didn’t beat her, but he always expected something.

When she was three, she started dance, singing, and acting lessons so that she could be a star one day, like him. Sure, little her had enjoyed the attention, but if modern-day her even thought about singing in front of people, embarrassment took over. Even then, her father only congratulated her on her big achievements. Not the best message to send to an impressionable kid.

Maybe that’s why, when they went from London to New York, she wandered off into the city without anyone stopping her. That’s when the first monster attacked. That’s what tonight's nightmare was about.

It showed it from the third person in that funny way her nightmares sometimes did. Mabel thought that seeing it in the third person was scarier than reliving it in first. Plus, in third person, she could see every little time she didn’t look perfect or up to standard. She didn’t have to worry about that when she was seeing it through her own eyes.

It was winter, and the New York air was crisp and cold—nothing a London girl like her wasn’t used to by now. Posters and billboards of her dad in his new Broadway show were everywhere as eleven-year-old her wandered with a hot chocolate in hand, dodging all the people in the street. Her ever-changing blue eyes scanned the road as she crossed and went down a street. That street could be argued to be the best or worst event in Mabel’s life.

There she was, confronted by a bird-looking creature. At the time, she didn’t know what it was, but now she knew it was a harpy. It struck, and Mabel bounced back to avoid it. Her face was scrunched up in terror as she looked around. The street was empty. At least, that’s what she thought. A black-haired, tan boy came running out of an alleyway, holding a sword. A REAL LIFE SWORD!

The look on eleven-year-old her’s face always made her cringe in this dream. The sword was bronze, and the boy wielding it looked older than her and more assuring, like he knew what he was doing. She could feel the nerves radiating off him as he struck and slashed at the harpy. Then the monster turned into dust.

Her small, more squishable face scrunched up in awe and bewilderment. How did he—? What was—? Dear gods, she was shaking with the anxiousness rolling off the boy and from the fact that a monster tried to attack her. Sure, she’d seen monsters before, but she had ADHD. She blacked out into her own head loads and had a great imagination. Finding out it had been real was kind of scary. Scratching is very scary.

The black-haired boy with the sword turned to her with an easy-going smirk. He was cute, she guessed, but cute wasn’t all that. Trust her; she was surrounded by cute people. “Hey, I’m Percy Jackson, and I’m assuming you’re a demigod.”

After that, she asked him a thousand questions, being quite the babbler when she decided to live in the real world and not in her head. He took her to his apartment, where she met his mom, Sally Jackson. Then Sally took her to camp. That’s when she woke up.

This dream wasn’t as intense as the others, like the Battle of Manhattan, but it still left her feeling uneasy. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, sitting up and accidentally throwing ten teddy bears on the floor. Mabel let out a small groan when she saw that the sun wasn’t up yet. Damn her and her stupid lack of sleep.

She was glad to be at the corner of the Aphrodite cabin, her bed pushed against the wall. This spot was given to her when she first arrived, with a horde of teddies that spilled off both sides of her bed when she slept. Silena had given her this bed. The thought made her twirl the ring with the pink pearl around her finger, and sadness hit her.

Letting out a sigh, she flopped back down in starfish position and decided to think positively. No one could hate her if she was kind and positive. Plus, her mom was the goddess of love and beauty, and in her eyes, those things were kind and beautiful.

Her friend, practically brother, Percy, was coming to camp for winter break with Annabeth. It was exciting that she’d get to spend her holidays third-wheeling with the Jacksons on Christmas Day like she had for four years. That made her smile, along with the fact Percy had promised to take her ice skating. She couldn't wait to see that idiot on the ice.

[sanjoongie]

Congratulations on your one year🥳🎂 one day I'll buy you a real cake 🥺😂 I got chu

I wanna play along so I'll do "Arrows of Sin"

~Topaz: i will look forward to you fixing the cake debt >< thank you for encouraging my thoughts, helping me provide a 'who' when i ask 'who in ateez would do this' and generally allowing me to torture you with whatever i write. you work hard being my beta and there's not a day that doesn't go by that i'm not thankful you're my friend~ this is for youuuuuuuu

Arrows of Sin

✧Pairing: Ji Changmin x Reader (f) ✧Genre: smut ✧Au: fairy tale, sleep demon (incubus?), video game au, break the (forth) wall, hints of horror? ✧Word Count: 1,175 ✧Warnings: seduction through dreams~, penetrative sex without barrier, oral f receiving, edging/denial, degradation kink, ✧Rated: 18+ MDNI

Changmin closed one eye, pulled back the bow string, let out all of his breath and then released the string. His arrow went flying but not towards the target he’d rather. There was Yunho, once again, talking to his love. And wasn’t she just twirling her hair and giggling at the cur. Changmin picked up another arrow and shot it into the bull’s eye. Again. His jaw tightened in anger. He had to will himself to not rotate his body and aim the next arrow at Yunho.

At the castle of Happily Ever After, there was only one outcome in this game: the prince Yunho and the princess were to end up together no matter what difficulties they endured. The princess could be kidnapped, it could be revealed that Yunho has a dark side, none of that mattered because the ending was always the same. You guessed it, Happily Ever After, only for them. But couldn't the rules be tweaked just a little bit?

So Changmin sneaked into Yunho’s rooms late at night, clasped a hand over the Prince’s mouth and made a pact in the shadows of the moon. The pact was with a sleep demon. In exchange for providing the demon with a permanent food source, the demon would lend Changmin the power to visit the princess in her dreams. This way, Yunho was out of the picture, in perfect health but never waking up, while Changmin could subtly encourage the princess to fall in love with him instead.

The princess was deep asleep when Changmin came to her. Her cherry-red lips were in a tiny pout but she slumbered peacefully. Changmin kissed her forehead and then he was able to crawl inside of her dreams until he broke the pact with the demon. 

The first few dreams were simple whispers of what could be. A laugh, a whisper, a kiss, nothing too in your face. The princess was distraught, after all, over Yunho being in a deep sleep in which he could not awake from. But then Changmin pushed into her dreams physically and lured her there. A dimpled smile, a hearty laugh, and soon the princess was sending him small smiles his way.

The piece de la resistance was when he dared to go where he had been trembling in anticipation for. He wove a dream of lace and sunsets; a bedroom pretty enough for the apple of his eye. There he pushed her body into the plush bedding and kissed her neck. The princess protested demurely even though she opened her legs for him willingly. He licked and sucked marks along her skin and she moaned wantonly for him, running her hand up the nape of his neck to dig her nails into his scalp. She was soon mewling his name, begging for more.

“I want to hear you say it, princess,” Changmin growled.

“Changmin, please, I need you inside of me,” She whined, bucking her hips upwards.

“Anything for you, beloved,” Changmin cooed and proceeded to remove the princess’s undergarments with his teeth. 

He wrapped his arms around her thighs and proceeded to lick her lower half until her back was bowed and she was crying pretty tears of need for him. And still he didn’t give her any release. He made sure to kiss every part of her squishable body, using his hands to swirl and squeeze the flesh that was all his now. The princess switched between sweet cries and deep demands, and still Changmin denied her. 

The princess was a writhing, wet wreck below him and it was everything he wanted in life. “Darling, what do you want the most?”

The princess grabbed his labels and pulled him close to her face. “Take me from behind like a beast does for his mate.”

Changmin quirked an eyebrow at her brazenness. “Princess?”

“Make me feel like a dirty wench,” She said, eyes downcast, and back to being the blushing princess.

Changmin wasn’t sure if this was the princess’s dream anymore or his. Surely the princess would never be this debased for Yunho? Here he was, amongst the pink and the plush, and the princess wanted lecherous scenes for her pleasure. Changmin wanted to fill that void for her. He wanted her addicted to his body from the dreams so that the princess would be pushed to press for him in real life. 

Changmin maneuvered the princess until she was on her hands and knees for him. He appreciated the pretty picture she made, like this, in front of him. His hands were still greedy for her skin, touching and pinching, drinking in her noises of pain and pleasure. But it was time to put both him and the princess out of their misery. 

His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass as he eased himself inside of her. The princess let out a happy sigh, finally being filled like she had been yearning for. She made small noises beneath him, murmuring his name and making his heart burst. This is how life should be rewarding him, it shouldn’t just be a scene within the dream.

“I can’t believe you just wanted to be fucked like a whore,” Changmin said in a sing song voice to the princess, “I could have had you like this so many times, just for your pleasure.”

“Don't,” The princess whined, “I just--” The rest of her sentence was cut off as Changmin began to thrust harder into her.

“You like it rough? You want it deep? What if I mark up every piece of your precious flesh, Princess? Would you like that? I should let everyone know that you’re mine,” Changmin cooed and it sent shivers through the princess’s body. 

The princess didn’t have anything more to say, other than chanting his name over and over. He had her hook, line and sinker. She came with a pretty shout, her voice hoarse from all the torture he had put her through previously. She was simply a hole to be used for his pleasure now.

When it was Changmin’s turn, he cried out, shooting his arrows of sin inside of the princess. All within the dreamscape of course, everything was perfectly fine. But if he could get the princess addicted to the pleasure he could give her in her dreams, imagine what she might let him do outside of them.

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“What the heck?” You said out loud, confused as to why your save was corrupt and you couldn't play your favorite game.

You cocked your head, confused as to why Prince Yunho wasn’t on the title screen anymore. You squinted. Who was that, one of the soldiers that was always practicing archery on the grounds? Did he even have a name?

“Princess,” An eerie voice echoed in your room.

You ripped your headphones out, eyes wide and looking around. You could have sworn… there was no way that came from the game? You put your phone down. Maybe it was time for bed. But oddly enough, you had the most filthy dreams…

Taglist game is closed! Just clearing out all the ones that made it through the deadline~ enjoyyyyyy

[art-ocational]

Someone asked me about the bit where I said that my OC, Yellow, used to be human, so I wrote a little bit of an explanation as a short in-univeres one-shot story. I figured I'd post it here, just in case anybody else was curious.

It was a calm night, just like all nights so far had been. The campfire crackled softy, sparks landing on wet wood, heat stealing away the water until it too would burn. The fire didn’t really need more wood, but Yellow kept adding small sticks anyway. He liked the soft crackling. After spending so much time with Red, it was comforting. This place was nice, this world was peaceful. It had long nights and short days, there was always rain at dawn, and the dew that laid itself down at dusk was thick enough that everything got just as wet as during the dawn showers. The family had lingered here longer than they needed to, but it was always best to move slower when traveling with outsiders, less chance of getting separated that way. Yellow had asked Red a few days ago if anything was wrong when he had seen his brother smiling sadly at the pre-dawn light. It was almost a longing expression. Red had simply said that the place had reminded him of home. They had many homes, across many worlds, many safehouses and bases and places with people who cared about them, but Red wasn’t talking about any of those. In the soft rain of sunrise, as his brother let himself get thoroughly soaked, there was really only one place he could have been talking about. The home he grew up in. Yellow had heard him and Greed and Blue talk about the place, about the family they used to have, before everything. Yellow had just put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and watched the sunrise with him. None of the family had that sort of home anymore. They always said they didn’t need it, they had each other and that was enough. And that was true, most of the time, but in the soft and quiet moments, especially if you were alone, memories always seemed to seep in, just like the evening dew. That was how this whole place felt. Calm, peaceful, and absolutely soaked in memories. It was a waypoint between here and there.

               Perhaps that is why, when one of their traveling companions asked about his past, he answered, the memories already heavy on his mind. Anyway, these travelers had just lost everything. Their home had been destroyed in the war, and this place likely wouldn’t do them any good, making them remember everything they had so recently lost. It was hard enough for Yellow, who had lost everything so long ago. They had said they heard he used to be something else, a wingless creature. They had yet to enter a world not ruled by the winged, and so he told them of humans. Him and his siblings showed them their alternate forms. The travelers thought they seemed tiny and very squishable, but conceded that the idea of thumbs was rather appealing. Yellow warned them not to underestimate any species they may meet just because they looked smaller or weaker. Yew told them of his home, of trains and cars, of planes, how the wingless had conquered the skies. He told them of spaceships and faraway planets that they had sent probes to investigate. Then they asked what happened, why wasn’t he with his people who made such things? The answer was painfully simple, his people were gone. The world he grew up in was gone, one of the war’s earliest causalities. They understood, they had just lost everything too. They expressed their sorrow, and he did the same for their loss. That’s the polite thing to do, even if there is very little words alone can do to heal such deep wounds.

               Then one of the children asked something else. How was it then, if he grew up in a world with humans, that he was a winged one?

“Well,” Yellow said, “There were also winged in our world, although we didn’t call them that.”

               They deduced that he must have been winged all along and they misunderstood. But no, Yellow corrected them that had understood, but he traded away his human self for scales and wings long ago. That the winged had a very special ability, to transform others into one of them, to give them the gift of the sky, but it is not simple, and it is not easy. It is a process that changes your very soul. You have to be willing to give up everything you are, everything you care about. You have to want to change with your whole heart, and after his world was taken, Yellow had agreed to these conditions easily. He didn’t have anything left to give up, it was just him. Agreeing was almost too easy, the desire for revenge so strong. That burning drive had cooled a long time ago now. Now he had his new family, he had people he cared about, a new life, he just wasn’t human anymore, his other form a memory of who he once was.

“But don’t you still want revenge? To kill the ones who took it all away?” the visitors asked, and Yellow paused. After a moment staring into the fire, he broke a twig off of the log he was sitting on, tossing it into the fire.

“Not really.”, was the quiet answer he gave. He told them about how over time, as he met more people, the desire for revenge, to kill the enemy, morphed into a desire to protect the ones he cared about, to shelter who he could, to prepare those that would be fighting, to act as any good leader should. Revenge could only get you so far until it left you feeling hollow and empty.

“Which is why,” he told them, with the tone of a promise, “I will make sure you make it through this alive.”

And with the weight his words seemed to carry, they believed him.

[baby--b4t]

Could I get a mini fic of cg!Kaeya with a shy little one? (Toddler regressor) where the only people the little one will actually speak to are Kaeya and Diluc [for reasons unknown to everyone but Kaeya, Diluc can sing the little one’s favorite lullaby and has], everyone else gets whined and ‘no’ as responses.

of course you can get a kaeya fic >:D hes so squishable and big brother coded (even if hes little too)!!!!!!!

live laugh love kaeya <3

Today started out like any other day for Kaeya. Morning patrol, grabbing a bite to eat at Good Hunter, then retreating back to his office to go through any paper work he had assigned to him. Well, thats how it usually goes, at least. Today he had a little friend accompany him with his tasks.

Kaeya had first seen you on his morning patrol, you rushing to him in a panic. You had a small run-in with a pyro slime and wasnt prepared to deal with it. Kaeya quickly took care of it, though, checking that you werent badly hurt before he arrived. Upon seeing you were okay, Kaeya offered that you stay with him until you both got back inside the city. Of course he knew you would end up staying longer.

Kaeya got you a bit of food from Good Hunter before taking you back to his office. He already had a few items in there for you since he seemed to babysit you so often. He got you set up and playing with a few wooden figures so he could give the small pile of papers on his desk some attention.

You had started to wander a bit, something Kaeya never worried about. He knew you would stay inside the building and wouldnt enter anywhere you werent supposed to be. It didnt take you long to find yourself in the library, gazing upon all of the books available. You crouched down in the childrens section to look at a book that caught your eye. A deep blue book with silver accents. You were caught up in your own world with the book, not noticing when Lisa approached you. She knew about your regression, keeping an eye on you when Kaeya couldnt.

“Well hello there, darling.” Lisa greeted, crouching down to get on your level. “Have you found a book?” Her head tilted slightly as she spoke. You seemed to just stare at her as if she had just told you she was Barbados herself. It didnt take long before some small whines began to come from you. You moved away from Lisa a bit, clutching a small stuffed animal in your arms.

“Noo- Wan' Dada..” You whimpered, looking around the library as if Kaeya would magically appear and save you. Lisa gave you an empathetic look, knowing you practically refused to speak to anyone except Kaeya.

“Its alright, sweetheart. Kaeya is just in his office.” Lisa started, contemplating offering to read with you. She figured that would scare you more, so she gave you a better offer. “Would you like to take this book to him? Im sure he would love a little break from working.” Her hand outstretched to you, giving you an choice in what she would do.

It took a bit of courage to do, but you took her hand and stood up with her. Lisa made sure to be gentle with you, understanding your hesitancy to even look in her direction.

“Oh, Kaeya~” Lisa called out in a sing-song tone, opening the door so you could go charging in. “I think theyve found a book I think they would like you to read to them.” She explained, a small chuckle leaving her as she saw the way you looked at him.

“Is that so?” Kaeya asked. He looked back at you, then looking down at the book. “‘A Captains Stormy Night’? Well, seems like were going to have to get cozy for this one, wont we?” He gently helped you into his lap, keeping one arm around your waist to keep you steady. The book opened and revealed some of the pictures within.

“Once upon a stormy night…” Kaeya began reading to you, his tone changing depending on the mood of the page. He read the story of a pirate Captain who had gotten lost at sea and had to push through a nasty storm. You kept asking questions, scared for the pirates safety, but Kaeya reassured you the story had a happy ending.

The storm would pass and the Captain would see land on the horizon, now having hope instead of spiraling fear. Kaeya closed the back cover of the book, looking down to see you curled into his arms, eyes closed. He let out a soft chuckle before giving you a small kiss on the forehead.

“Sleep well, little flurry.”

[bnhaobservation]

My gadgets collection: Dabi Omanjuu

So in an effort to distract myself here I am talking of a gadget which recently joined my gadget collection, the Dabi Omanju from the second series of "My Hero Academia Omanjuu Squishy Mascot 2" (僕のヒーローアカデミア おまんじゅうにぎにぎマスコット2 'Boku no Hero Academia Omajuu Niginigi MASCOT 2').

That's how the full series of 9 pieces look.

As you can notice they take the name from the sweet with the same shape from the Manjū (饅頭)...

...a traditional Japanese confection usually made from flour, rice powder, kudzu, and buckwheat, and a filling of anko (red bean paste), usually made from boiled adzuki beans and sugar.

I tried them out and they're yummy.

The niginigi part in the name apparently comes from the verb ‘Nigiru’, which means ‘to grab’, so more than 'squishy' they're 'grabby' but whatever. ^_-

Anyway, I only got myself Dabi as I wasn't sure I would enjoy such thing since I've never got myself an omanjuu before.

So here it is, a round little thing with Dabi's face on it and LOL, they even made an effor to draw his hair on it.

The seller (I got it on ebay from a seller who knows he needs to include ebay IOSS to send stuff in Europe otherwise we'll pay tazes twice) labelled it as a keychain as it has a small chain attached so I guess you can tie it to something... I definitely won't tie it to my keys as I would be afraid to ruin it.

Here it's a picture of how he looks below.

If you want to get an idea of its size here it is with the Dabi Nendoroid (Nendoroid are around 10 cm in height) with its box.

So what I can tell you about this cute little thing?

Cute is cute... I'm kind of afraid it might break as I'm not sure how strong it is but the best part is... how squishable it is.

It's just lovely to poke or just... squish.

The result is I've also ordered the Shouto one from the same series so it won't feel alone.

If you want something cute, tiny and squishable well, this cute thing is just perfect.

By the way, if you're a Shouto's fan there's also the bonus edition with him with flames instead than ice...

Long story short, definitely recommended!

[marysunburn]

Azir the Soft

Like I mentioned in the past, wee bby Azir was TERRIFIED of Nasus and Renekton.

Wouldn’t you?

Imagine being a smol bean of 5, a rotund bundle of squishable cheeks, big goo goo eyes, tiny hands, long pristine dreadlocks and a way too heavy gold hairband, and coming across a giant hound and a giant alligator trying to shake your hand.

Azir would curl up into a small ball of sobs and try to blend into the wall hoping they’d not catch him. Nasus and Renekton, being both childless, would awkwardly try to coax him into coming out of that ball. After all mama and dad are nowhere to be found – emperors have better things to do than parent their kids, and so do boomers – and the young prince must learn at once.

“Oh don’t cry, sweetie.”

“Yeah, don’t cry! Give me a smile! Like THIS!”

“Renekton you made it worse!”

“I just smiled, for Shurima’s sake”

“Yes, but with fangs… oh, forget it. Come here, little prince. It’s ok… see? It’s warm.”

“Aww, what an adorable little thing. C’mere!”

“Renekton STOP!”

As an adult, Azir never had this problem. He long considered which form he’d take as an Ascended. Maybe a dog like Nasus… but that would make him less unique. A snake perhaps, snakes are cool… but they’re also kinda sorta seen as negative animals. A cat? Azir loves cats – who doesn’t? – and cats are refined and proud like emperors… but they have a connotation with laziness that wouldn’t fit a ruler. A goat? They’re spiritual animals, indicative of wisdom… but they’re also helpless prey, and an Emperor should be a predator. What about… a bird of prey? Yes, a hawk would do. Majestic, fierce, always on top of the world. I feel like a hawk.

So, being a hawk, Azir travels Shurima with his retinue and tries things he’s never tried before. Perhaps unique for an imperial tour, he visits slums and abandoned neighborhoods and small villages. People still bow to him, because that’s what they know, and since he’s grown to hate the gesture as a whole, seeing it as hollow and lacking in honesty – thanks to one Xerath of Saikhal, who forced him to bow a lot during his imprisonment – he’s pondering the introduction of a new formula when he notices someone isn’t bowing to him.

A child, that is. A small thing of 5 with dreadlocks and a hairband, who curls up in a ball of tears as their parents pretty much implore them to bow like the others.

Azir thinks about it. Then he speaks: “Akshan, be a dear and bring this one to me.”

“My lord, your Imperial majesty… please! They’re just a kid, they don’t know…” their parents’ plea on their knees as the mercenary hauls the tiny one to Azir. Luckily Nasus isn’t with him on this one: he’s protecting the imperial coach with an escort of sand soldiers.

Akshan lifts the kid towards Azir, and he removes his half-helm to look at them closer.

“Are you afraid of me?”

A tiny “yes” emerges from the ball of sobs. Indeed… a giant hawk can be just as scary as a giant reptile. Azir sits down, offering an open hand… imitating Nasus’ own movements with him. And eventually tiny, shiny eyes look at him through soft fingers.

“You’re… a big bird.”

“I’m a hawk, and I’m not going to hurt you. I may look big, and scary… but that’s because I’m to protect you. Deep down… I can be sweet. Do you want to touch my feathers?”

“C-Can I?”

Right above his chestplate is his neck, a soft space of feathers awaits small grabby hands. The child snuggles in between them, tiny sobs fading into a content smile, and even their parents’ screams have subsided. Hugging an Emperor is a honor a few people see.

“So soft…”

“Yes, it’s soft.” Despite all of Xerath’s lovely attempts to ruin it. “And it’s warm, and… I hope it brings you good luck.”

He doesn’t really know why he did this. A part of him thinks he just wanted to hug a child, after having wept all his tears for his dear son and daughter, and feel like a parent for a moment. Maybe – and this is Xerath’s voice – he wants so desperately to feel good again, he resorts to platitudes and big moves to restore his reputation. Maybe he’s grown soft inside as well as out – too soft, in fact.

Either way it feels good, and isn’t it also what an Emperor should strive for? Feeling good?

“Emperor Azir the Soft” Samira chuckles to Sivir. “Imagine that being his title.”

“He’s been called worse names”, she chuckles back.

[ghoulsister1]

Marc Warren Characters & Their Reaction To You Owning Squishmallows/Squishables Pt 2

🔍Piet Van Der Valk (Van Der Valk Reboot)🔍

●Is curious about the plushies, wonders why you do collect them. But after explaining to him he'll just roll with it. Shrugs it off if anybody asks about it at work. "It's their own thing, just go with it" is his response.

●Lucienne thinks it's cute and whenever you two meet she always asks what plushie you are on the lookout for, makes a mental note to buy one for you as a gift.

●When you and Piet's relationship starts to bloom more, you bring two of your plushies on to his boat whenever you spend time with him. You become confident enough to leave one behind on the boat. The next day it was still there, safe.

●So you decide to sometimes leave one with him.

●"So, you've moved into the next step of your relationship it seems since their plushie is here" Said Lucienne smirking. Piet rolled his eyes at that but gave a little smirk back.

●He buys one from time to time, sometimes two. He likes hunting for ones that are unique or exclusive, he particularly is fond of the Black Light Squad Squishmallows. He does love Squishable sea creatures too. "They look, goofy" is his comment on them.

●You do gift him a Squishmallow, Steve The Seagull. He tries to play it off, saying "You can have him" until you tell him you already have one of your own or firmly tell him it's for HIM and HIM alone! In the end, he takes the gift with a thank you and kiss to the forehead, blushing a bit as he holds the plushie awkwardly.

●"You live on a boat and go sailing, what better companion to have then a seagull" is your reason for gifting Piet Steve The Seagull. He smilies a bit at that. "Well, that's true" is his answer.

●One time took him to work in the office. Steve has a spot at his desk next to his laptop, just chilling. Of course is protective of the plushie. When Brad feigned reaching to grab the plushie to toss him into the basket Piet looked at him dead in the eyes and just said "Don't". Brad raised his hands up in surrender and walked away.

●Grows fond of his plushie companion, often talks to him on his boat about his latest cases he's working on, even asking for Steve's opinion on different matters. "What do you think eh?" Piet would ask, looking at Steve.

●The plushie became a little popular at the office. Hendrix would often greet the plushie, Cloovis would leave any paperwork for Piet next to Steve in case Piet was out getting coffee and Lucienne would just fawn over it, taking various pictures of it in different parts of the office. Even Brad would take a few pics. Even the newbies!

●In the end, Piet gifts you a bird of your own. The Griffin Squishmallow from the Black Light Squad. "He's gonna keep you company on days when I'm at work, just like Steve keeps me company" Said Piet smiling warmly as you squeal in delight and embrace him in a loving hug that he happily returns.

🦇Dracula (Dracula 2006)🦇

●Looks at them with a curious look, titling his head.

●You explain to him why you love to collect them, he listens intently and takes in everything. In the end he is perfectly fine with them. "If it makes my bride happy then who am I to deny her?" Is The Count's response with a small warm smile. You practically grin and let out a little squeal of joy.

●You move in to Dracula's London home, the large master bedroom perfect space and with such a large gorgeous Queen sized bed, there's enough space for you two and a few plushies. Large plushies have a special corner in the room next to your reading nook.

●He allows you to indulge in your plushie shopping. Does buy some for you, especially exclusive and very rare ones. He is fond of the cute dark plushies collection you have, made up of skeletons, bats and more.

●Some nights are spent cuddling a Squishmallow in bed in your beloved vampire's embrace while he sometimes read aloud to you or just traces soothing circles in your skin as you drift off to sleep.

●You eventually gift him a mini bat Squishmallow. Dracula at first is reluctant to have it near him but eventually grows to keep it nearby with him, evening cuddling it when he's in bat form. Awww!

●On Valentine's, you gift him a Plague Doctor Squishable and Dracula gifts you the Nurse Plague Doctor. You love seeing the two plushies propped up together.

●Things do change up when Lucy is turned and joins you. Dracula worries that there may be jealous involved but is relieved to find how quickly you and Lucy both grow close and become best friends. You even allow her to cuddle with a few of your plushies to help her settle in and sleep at times. Dracula grows even more protective of both you and Lucy though sometimes it's Dracula and Lucy that grow more protective of you!

●Despite his bloodthirsty reputation and vicious nature in hunting and killing anyone who stands in his way, The Count has a softness reserved only for his beloved, that includes gifting and helping you in filling your plushie collection.

🌿The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair🌿 (Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell)

●Is visibly bewildered. Like I mean he's befuddled!🤔

●Like no gems? No fancy jewellery? No rare riches you collect? Only, soft toys? Is what he's thinking in his head.

●You explain why, he listens but at the same time is still bewildered. "Humans and their strange habits" are his thoughts on the matter. He looks over at the plushie collection with a air of distaste, scowling at the plushies's smiling faces and cute eyes. You finish your explanation and offer The Gentleman a frown as you notice his scowling at your beloved plushies. 🤨

●"You just have to grow use to them since we are partners sir" You Say unyielding as The Gentleman frowns at you but ultimately says nothing and somewhat agrees to let the situation be. But that doesn't stop him from causing some form of mischief.😑

●He first tries to bargain with you. "You have pictures of horses, you are fond of horses. I can gift you a gorgeous and most noble purebred steed with a beautiful engraved saddle with gold trimmings!" Said The Gentleman joyfully, eyes gleaming. 🤩

●"But I live in the city and I have no stable sir" You Replied. The Gentleman frowns but you suggest in buying a small horse which The Gentleman smiles at that notion.🐴

●Only for The Gentleman to frown and scowl when you open up a package from some online shop and showed off Lily The Horse from the Squishmallow Kentucky Derpy set that you ordered online. You smile warmly as you cuddle Lily and grinned at The Gentleman. 😁

●I don't know if Faeries really sleep, possibly not I mean The Gentleman dances all night at the balls at Lost Hope but if you manage to convince him to lie next to you in bed for a cuddle, expect for him to delicately pick up the plushies on the bed and then unceremoniously toss them off the bed. You frown and shoot a glare at him, to which The Gentleman raises an eyebrow at you with a look that just says "What?" In a sly way. He knows what he did!😏

●I fully think he will be jealous to see you cuddling the plushies more. He will just then wrap his arms around you tight and hold you. "Why cuddle those fabric creatures when you have me, my dear?" The Gentleman would ask. You can't help but blush and smile softly at The Gentleman's obvious jealously of your soft squishys. It's kinda cute.💚

●You do assure The Gentleman that you care for him deeply and that you hope he cares for you in return in some way and that he doesn't have to worry. 💚

●The Gentleman plays it off though. "Me jealous? Nonsense my dear!" He would say but of course he's jealous. But he tries to play nicely when the plushies are involved, though he stills tosses them off the bed and one time tried to hide them away. Thankfully Stephen always finds them and returns them to their place in your bedroom.😊

●"Really sir, Y/N cares for these soft plushies. I dread to think how upset she'd be if anything were to happen one of them. She even saves up extra money just to treat herself to buying one or three" Explained Stephen. It was then, The Gentleman had an idea. Since you and him are partners and he loves to gift the people he takes an interest in, The Gentleman decides to help you grow your plushie collection despite his repulsion of them.☺️

●So to your pleasant surprise, you wake up to find a cute Squishable Woodland Plague Nurse on your bed. You grinned excitedly and hugged the cute cottagecore Plague Nurse. Then The Gentleman appeared, he smirked warmly at you before you ran to embrace him in a hug. He felt a warmth in his heart at that.🥰

●But of course you did question if this "gift" had something attached. There was an old saying that "you must never accept gifts from the Faeries". 😬

●The Gentleman scoffed and smirked at that. "We have worked together for a long time now have we not my dear? Have I ever deceived you once?" Asked The Gentleman. You smile and confirm he hasn't since you don't ask for anything that does require some sort of bargain or deal. ✨️

●The Gentleman looks for specific plushies. Of course lots of the plushies he picks are exclusive and special, ones that are rare and hard to find, ones that are beautifully designed like with some bright colours, glittery parts and ones that are quite magical, like unicorns and dragons. You eventually gift him a plushie. If it's a Squishmallow, it's Mint The Horse because well the green colour. If it's a Squishable, it's the King Raven. "Not Raven King, King Raven" You Said when The Gentleman snarls at it before slightly relaxing. "At least this King knows who's really in charge of Lost Hope" Said The Gentleman smiling. You smile happily. 💚

🩷Part 3 Coming Soon!🩷

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Lucifer X !Chubby !Female Reader - Just a bite

Lucifer wasn't weak by any means, but if he had to choose something that made him feel weak it would be you.

It still irritates him that a mere human drove him absolutely mad. It would've been more tolerable if you just made him angry, but no.

You drive him mad with desire, lust and dare he say love. The last being somewhat of a foreign concept to him, but the more time he spent with you, the more his heart skipped a beat, the more he wanted you to be his.

He didn't say anything, so you didn't know how he felt about you, but even so he still felt like you were teasing him with each smile, small touch and hug you gave him.

The relentless teasing his brothers would throw at him irritated him to no end, but when they would try to steal your attention away from him that crossed a line. Even if you didn't know it yet, you were his and he was going to show you tonight.

You would get together with Lucifer three times a week to study, well, more like him tutoring you in a way. Either way, it was time you got to spend with him and you cherished it.

Lucifer tapped his pen against his desk as you looked over the sheets your report was scribbled on. The way you bit your lip as you concentrated was adorable to the demon. He continued to admire you as you diligently worked on your essay for the class you both shared. Lucifer had finished the assignment fairly quickly and was just there in case you had questions.

Licking his lips, his eyes traveled up and down your body. The soft rolls and squishable flesh that adorned each inch of you made him want to see more of you.

He wanted to hold more of your softness, caress the protruding sides and even bite the doughy flesh just to elicit a moan from that loud louth of yours.

"Earth to Lucifer!" Speaking of which, your loud mouth snapped him out of his lustful thoughts.

"Yes?" He tried to sound bored as he rolled his eyes at you.

"You were staring at me…do I have something on my face?" Your hands smoothed over your face as you fidgeted a bit in your chair.

Seeing how embarrassed and shy you looked, he couldn't hold himself back any longer. Swiftly standing up from his chair he walked around his desk and grasped your soft chin in his hand gripping it so you couldn't get away.

"You've been driving me mad (Y/N), do you know that?" He could feel the heat start to rise in your face. "All my thoughts are plagued by you, your body, your lips…everything." He let out a slight growl as he captured your lips in a fiery kiss. You were sweeter than he imagined. It was intoxicating to him, an addiction almost.

He grinned into the kiss as a small moan emitted from your mouth. Your hands hesitantly wrapped themselves around his neck as he deepened the kiss.

Taking it a step further, he bit your bottom lip, his fangs sinking into the skin. Lucifer tasted your blood on his tongue so sweet like he expected. Breaking the kiss, you were a flushed mess which only made his lust filled state even more insatiable.

You leaned up trying to capture the demon's lips once more as he just chuckled at your attempt. Gripping your soft waist, he effortlessly hoisted you onto his desk as the passion continued.

He was going to sink his fangs into every supple inch of you.

[flufflebuns]

Razor sharp eyes darted around the room, choosing you as its target.

You chuckled. It seemed that you had caught the eye of one of the new exchange students attending your school.

You had to admit, he was a pretty boy. Blue green waves swirled from raven strands, looking soft and silky to touch. His golden orbs, the color of a warm sunset, only accentuated his beauty. His velvety lips parted, only to withdraw once more.

Xiao. That was the name you recalled. You didn’t notice him amongst the other exchange students at first glance. You assumed that he was a bit shy as he kept to himself.

Though you caught him not-so-discreetly stealing glances at you, he made no move to approach you. You wonder what part of you piqued his interest.

“It’s probably nothing,” you thought to yourself out loud. After all, you were just an average student, no one too special or popular. Xiao may have stared at you, because you were different. Nothing more nothing less.

So imagine your surprise when you were given a letter by none other than Xiao himself.

Xiao’s eyes trailed at the floor, inspecting its every detail, almost as if he was trying to distract himself. You could spot small cherry blush accompanying his soft and rather squishable cheeks.

“For...for you,” he mumbled, shoving the letter in your direction. The letter itself looked ordinary. Just another white envelope. But when you looked a little closer, you could spot a small red heart attached as a seal. 

“Please read it after I leave...and tell me your response,” Xiao said before leaving you by yourself.

You blinked your eyes owlishly. Even you had to admit that was a bit unexpected. You glanced back down at the letter. You had yet to open it, but you could already tell what it was about. You smiled to yourself.

It looks like you and the exchange student would be closer than you thought.

[honey-milk-depresso]

please

trey, jamil, rook, and the tweels with a tiny boyfriend who has very squishable cheeks

and when i saw tiny i mean barely taller than ortho tiny

Making it gender neutral bestie- UwU

And I didn't do Jamil- ;-;;;;;;

And like- 2% spice but all of it is fluff, don't worry-

Hope you enjoy! ^^

TWST tiny s/o with squishy cheeks

Trey Clover

Trey looks a little flustered by how small you,

so small he can barely take you seriously.

You just look so tiny and cute, he can't help it.

And he tries to cover up, but he fails miserably, especially when you're nagging at him to drop his work and get some rest. He tries to fight back, but really he falls victim to your unintentional cuteness and submits to you.

Trey loves resting his head on top of yours, while he wraps his arms around you and just take in your scent.

He also likes going behind you while you help him with some cooking, and when you tilt your head up to face him, he'll gently poke both your squishy cheeks, chuckling in amusement when you blushed and told him to back off lightheartedly.

He can't get enough of you,

and he's wanting more every second, sometimes, when his emotions just take over when he sees you resting your head on the table and your cheeks just rest on it,

he comes around to tilt your head up slightly, bending down to kiss you while letting his tongue roam around your mouth, smirking against your lips.

Ya'll know it was me being thirsty by this point-

CAN I LIVE PLEASE- I SWEAR- SOMEONE'S GONNA COMMENT OR ASK LIKE- "yo depresso, you trey simp-" LET ME LIVE GUYSSSS </3

Jk jk, I love ya'll-

Once he pulls away though, he smiles innocently at your face which is a blushing mess by this point- and ruffles your hair gently and kisses your cheek.

You're his adorable little marshmallow <3

Jade Leech

Jade has the constant urge to tease your cheeks by poking and lightly pinching them.

He can never take you seriously, no matter how annoyed you are with him.

Your cheeks are just begging to be squished, and he's absolutely shameless in showing that he's teasing you.

You can nag at him about working all day long, and that you demand him to take a break, he's smiling the whole time, as he pokes your cheeks, completely interrupting your speech. He playfully gives you pet names as you try retaliating, but to no avail.

And when you puff up your cheeks in annoyance, he is even more tempted to squish them.

So-

Yeah-

And the fact that you're tiny doesn't help you get away from Jade's teasing.

He pretends, "oh my, where's my little angelfish?~"

"I'm RIGHT here. HERE, Jade-"

"Fufufu~ Ah, there you are. You're looking a tad tinier today, aren't you?~"

Don't you want to wipe that smirk off his face?

DO YOU?? STUPID ANNOYING- I HATE THAT YOU'RE FCKING HOT- I HATE IT- GOD, I HATE THAT I'M IMAGINING YOUR DAMN SMIRK-

IT LOOKS BEAUTIFUL AND I HATE IT- I HATE YOU JADE- FCK-

Jade loves ruffling your hair, placing his chin on top of you as he gently hugs you from behind after a long, tiring day at Monstro Lounge.

He softly peppers you in kisses on your forehead, lips, and of course, your chubby cheeks, and laughs quietly as he leans in for more. <3

Floyd Leech

If Jade can't take you seriously, what makes you think he can?

Above all, Floyd is really, REALLY shameless in showing he NEVER takes you seriously when you scold him.

He teases you on a daily basis, and teases you more when you have your cheeks puffed at him.

You go nagging to him about his safety, and that alchemy accident he made could have hurt him.

Floyd's just smiling and grinning at how adorable you look with your cheeks puffed up and with that short height of yours, you can basically tell he's not listening to you, and that he's more focused on how cute your face looks.

Floyd interrupts you by cupping your face, gently rubbing his hands in circular motions as your cheeks squish your face, your cheeks flaring up and retaliating him in miserable attempts.

He laughs, giggling about how cute you look as he pinches and pokes your cheeks.

Floyd loves cuddling you, behind or in front doesn't matter. All he wants to do is to rest his chin on your head, as he tilts your face up and play with your cheeks.

That's all he wants.

Just expect him to tease your height a lot, such as "I couldn't see you from down there, koebi-chan~", he purposely puts the book you want on the high shelf, stuff like that.

Don't worry, he'll stop eventually and kiss your face, mostly your cheeks.

Koebi-chan is certainly adorable now, aren't they?~ <3

Rook Hunt

Rook just adores how cute you look!

Your small figure and chubby cheeks is what makes Rook think he's hit a jackpot.

He loves fawning over them, and pecking kisses on them!

You can nag at him for always watching over you, and that he didn't take care of himself, and you're scolding him for not taking care of yourself,

he simply laughs, ruffling your hair, before he pulls you into a warm embrace and twirls around, fawning over how cute you are.

Yeah,

he wasn't listening after 5 minutes-

Rook is always looking like he was put into a trance whenever he looks at you,

he just can't help but admire your adorableness!

Rook loves hugging your small frame, as he delicately place kisses on your cheeks, as he carries you around in bridal style.

And when your cheeks puff up, it's the highlight of his day.

He scoops you up and sweeps you off the floor,

carrying you as he merrily skips,

asking you to puff up your cheeks one more time and lightly teases how red your face has become.

Rook does like to tease you, and how cute you look,

but he loves showing how much he loves you far better! <3