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Trastero de Ben
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☆ 18+ content, timeskip! kozume kenma.
( when kenma is feeling needy, he guides your hands to palm the lining of his semi hard dick. but you tease the shit out of him with a handjob until he shoves his cock and fucks your throat and cums on your face :) ) — anon
“kenmaaaa,” you gently push your hand against the plush armrest of his gaming chair, huffing. “please come to bed so we can cuddle together.”
you’ve spent the past few hours on your phone, showering, making the bed, or begging your boyfriend to stop gaming on his computer. you scoot along in your own spinning chair, rolling close to him.
patiently, he says, “soon, baby. i’m almost done.” he adjusts his chair and armrest so you can lean into him and hug him a little. you do, burying your face into his neck and into the fuzz of his hoodie. he’s fighting in the game, his fingers moving swiftly over the keys and mouse. absentmindedly you begin to kiss at his neck, lips trailing over the soft skin and eventually moving upwards towards his jaw. he exhales quietly when you kiss below his ear, shifting his body slightly in his chair.
as you kiss him, you start to gently nip and then suck at his skin, and he finally lets out something between a sigh and a whine. kenma silently takes hold of your hand and places it onto his crotch; you feel the thick outline of his hard cock through his sweats. still, he doesn’t say anything, knowing you’ll understand what he wants.
“can i, ken?” your whisper is sweet and oh so inviting; all he can muster is a quiet ‘yes’. with his permission you tug at the strings of his sweatpants, lift the hem of his hoodie up to graze your hand along his warm belly.
kenma lifts his hips the second you start to pull his pants and underwear down, his cock bobbing as you move together. you open the small bottle of lube on his desk, squeezing some onto your hand, and then you wrap around him.
“mmm, please.” he sounds desperate and your teasing hasn’t even begun.
“please what, ken?”
“please finish what you started,” his words sound like a demand, and also a request at the same time. your lips part, you lean your head down, and you take his tip into your mouth, and he finally reacts. his head tips back, headphones sliding, his lips parting as he moans aloud.
you barely go past his tip, but make sure to tighten your mouth around his tip when you come back up. his thighs part when you start jerking him off, your tongue gliding over his tip now.
“how does that feel, baby?” your free hand squeezes his thigh as you look up at him curiously.
“perfect,” kenma pants, face scrunching as your grip tightens ever so slightly as your hand reaches his tip, then slides back down.
“well, try and focus on your game. wasn’t it soooo important before?” you joke, your hand speeding up as you go back down to lick his tip. his fingers aren’t moving as fast as they were before, and he seems quite distracted now. however, you still feel sour at the fact that he didn’t go to bed with you when you’d been asking for him to do so. you lick at his tip harder, more insistently, while your hand jerks him off faster.
a low, desperate sound tears from his lips and he turns to look at you, his chest heaving. “oh, baby,” his hips push towards your lips, trying to cum in your mouth. his cock tightens, and before he can explode, your hand falls away and you start to kitten lick his tip.
flushed and stunned you denied his orgasm, his eyebrows furrow. “what do you think you’re doing?” your fingers brush over his wet cock, your tongue gentle.
“you didn’t wanna come to bed with me,” you shrug, returning to gently sucking his tip. he grabs the armrest of his chair and squeezes it. frustrated at the slow speed you’re going at, kenma cups the back of your head and slams you down hard on his cock. looking up, you catch a glimpse of his satisfied smirk.
“take it, baby,” he hisses, twisting your hair in his fingers and slamming you up and down his cock. he groans when he hears you choke, your moans muffled by his cock.
“this ‘s what happens when you fucking tease me,” kenma spits, his movements growing rougher. he staves off his orgasm, enjoying this moment almost a little too much. to make things more difficult for you, he pushes his hips up as he slams you down, leaving you little room to breathe.
but, you love it. you’re moaning on his cock like a slut, tears rolling down your cheeks as you take him down your throat. eventually he can’t hold it back anymore, and moans and pants loudly. “fuck, i’m gonna fucking c-cum…” he yanks your head back, snatching his cock and aiming at your face.
you close your eyes just as cum shoots over your face, globs dripping down your nose and forehead. his cock twitches, extra cum flowing down the length. you carefully open your eyes, and stare into his; you reach towards your face, gathering some of the warm cum on your fingers. as though you’re sucking the last bits of sweetness from a popsicle stick, you push your fingers into your mouth. they emerge wet, with no trace of cum whatsoever.
you wink at him, wiping the cum off your face and eating it, and his cock twitches every single time. “okay, baby,” kenma exhales heavily, “don’t make me push you down again.”
when you laugh, he does too, and brings you in for a kiss.
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Even Mean Girls Cry // Regina George
Summary: After hooking up with Regina for a year, you finally get to see her vulnerable side after The Plastics reject her at lunch.
Possible warnings: light swearing, bullying, and Regina being Regina
Pairing: Regina George x gender!neutral reader (readers gender literally isn’t mentioned)
A/n: first fic of 2024!! I love Reneé’s Regina so feel free to send me any ideas or thoughts about her
Regina George wasn’t a good person. It was evident ever since the first grade when she told everyone that Peter Howell peed himself after she spilled apple juice on him. So, you did your best to avoid her, and her ever changing minions, every day as you grew up. When you reached high school, Regina’s antics became more frequent and hurtful. By the end of your freshman year, she had at least one embarrassing piece of information on everyone in school, yourself included.
Your streak of successfully avoiding Regina came to an end after winter break during your sophomore year. Ms. Norbury asked you to be Regina’s Intermediate Math tutor since you had the highest grades in your Algebra 2 class. You were hesitant to accept the opportunity considering Regina’s reputation, but you knew tutoring would look great on your college application. You accepted Ms. Norbury’s request and so started your relationship with Regina George.
At first, she sat across from you in the empty cafeteria after school, chomping loudly on her gum and texting a thousand words a minute. Her behavior continued every day that week and by Friday, you’d had enough.
“Regina, stop wasting my time and pay attention.” You finally snapped after she blew an obnoxiously large pink bubble with her gum. Regina’s eyes slowly rose from her phone screen to you.
“What did you just say to me?” Her eyes resting on you instantly made you lose the confidence you just had.
“Oh-I…I meant you should pay attention. I’m trying to teach you, so you don’t fail your next algebra test.” You smiled nervously as Regina’s gaze dug further into you. After a few more moments of intense staring, the blonde let out a scoff.
“You know, you’re actually kind of cute.” Her blue eyes looked you over, this time in a more flirtatious way. You felt like a lamb dangling over a hungry mountain lion.
“Thanks.” You nervously looked away and rubbed the back of your neck in an attempt to get any relief from Regina’s presence.
“So, you agree? You think you’re cute.”
“Umm…I mean, I don’t really know.” Regina’s smile softened and she looked at you as if you were a lost puppy. Without warning, the blonde stood up and made her way to your side of the table. She sat down in the seat beside you and scooted as close as she possibly could, causing your face to warm and your heart to beat faster.
“Have you ever kissed anyone, Y/n?” Regina questioned with her pointer and middle finger dancing on your thigh. Your throat went dry at the mention of the one thing you were embarrassed of. In a school full of hormonal teenagers, you were truly the only one who hadn’t kissed anyone yet. You were kicking yourself for accidentally telling Karen the sensitive information during a bonfire last year.
“You know the answer, Regina.” You said with a defeated exhale. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Regina, instead, you kept your eyes glued to the table. Suddenly, the two fingers that danced on your thigh were placed gently under your chin, forcing you to look at the blonde beside you. Her eyes were kinder, and her smile was still soft, making you feel less embarrassed.
“It’s okay, you don’t need to be embarrassed.” You didn’t say anything, instead, you softly smiled and took in Regina’s features. You had never noticed how pretty her eyes were or how full her lips were.
“Do you want to kiss me, Y/n?” Regina’s eyebrows lifted with the question. Without even thinking, you blurted out the answer.
“Yes.” You swore for a moment Regina began to blush as she pushed a few stray hairs away from her face.
“Okay. Close your eyes.”
You did as you were told. For a moment, you were worried it was all just a prank, but when you felt Regina’s lips press against yours, you knew it had to be real. You did your best to reciprocate the kiss, causing Regina to let out a small moan, which caused your stomach to flip about ten times. Suddenly, you felt Regina’s hands find your neck and her perfectly manicured nails rested on the nape of your neck, effectively pulling you in deeper.
The sound of a door slamming shut caused both of you to pull away quickly. You couldn’t help but stare at Regina with a bewildered look, seriously questioning if the kiss happened.
“Wow, you're a pretty good kisser, Nerd.”
“T-Thanks. You’re good too.” You sputtered with the most nervous tone you had ever heard from yourself. The blonde laughed before running her fingers along the edge of her lips to wipe away any smeared lip gloss.
“I know.” The two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours before Regina spoke up.
“So, I’ll see you on Monday then.” She quickly stood up and gathered her things as if nothing had happened.
“I’ll see you on Monday.” You echoed, wiping Regina’s cherry flavored lip gloss off your lips.
“Bye, Nerd.”
“Bye, Regina.”
Almost a full year later and your hookups with Regina were still going strong. In fact, ever since Cady Heron started causing drama between the girls, you had been spending all of eighth period in the back seat of Regina’s Jeep, making out like it was your last moments on earth. Not to mention, secretly hooking up with the queen bee of North Shore gave you a major confidence boost that even Regina noticed. Your relationship had even gone to the next level: texting each other about things that didn’t involve when and where to hookup.
You were sitting in Trigonometry when your phone pinged. You quickly checked it, not wanting to risk Ms. Norbury confiscating it. It wasn’t much of a surprise to see that Regina had texted you.
RG: Sweatpants are the only things that fit me right now
Y/n: So?
RG: So? Jesus Y/n. I can’t wear sweatpants to lunch!
Y/n: Because of the stupid rules YOU made?
RG: They aren’t stupid
Y/n: I’m sure it’ll be fine. The girls will understand
“Y/n, care to share with that class what on your phone is so important that you’re missing out on practice test questions?”
“No. Sorry, Ms. Norbury. It won’t happen again.”
“Good. Now, as I was saying…” You watched Ms. Norbury turn to write something on the board and quickly sent another text to Regina.
Y/n: Just got called out by Norbury for texting you. Hope you’re happy
You went the rest of class without hearing from Regina. In fact, you went most of the day without hearing from her. It was a little weird, but you knew she had a lot going on and it wasn’t like you needed constant communication with each other.
When lunch came around, it was the same old same old. You sat down with some of your other tutor friends and talked about your day. As Daisy Smith talked about her failed attempt to teach Karen about fractions, you saw Regina walk towards The Plastics. True to her word, she wore gray sweatpants that grabbed your, and several others, attention. You didn’t eye Regina for long, not wanting anyone to accuse you of being a creep or being in love with her. You looked down at your lunch only for the room to suddenly go quiet.
“You can’t sit with us!” Gretchen’s voice echoed through the silent room. No one dared to even gasp as Regina fired back.
“Sweatpants are all that fit me right now.” Even though you couldn’t see her face, you could tell Regina was talking through gritted teeth.
“What do you think, Cady?” Gretchen asked, her voice once again echoing through the room.
“Sorry, Regina. Rules are rules.” Seeing the sly look on Cady’s face made you want to march over to her and smash a tray of food in her face. You knew that would lead to a suspension, so you made a mental note to figure out some way to get back at Cady that wouldn’t result in a week off school.
“Fine.”
Regina turned around to see every eye in that room on her. You could tell by the look on her face that for once, she hated the attention. Not a single person in that room moved to make room for Regina as she walked down the aisle.
“Daisy, scoot down.” You quickly nudged the redhead to make room for Regina.
“Regina, you can sit with us.” You offered, eyes slightly full of hope that she would accept the offer and somehow make the situation better.
“I’m not sitting with you losers.” She spat out as she stormed past your table.
“What a bitch.” Glenn Coco scoffed. Your blood boiled at Glenn’s comment, but you knew you had to play it cool to avoid any suspicion.
“Guys, I forgot my math book in Ms. Norbury’s. I’m going to grab it really quick.”
You quickly got up from the table, leaving your tray behind, and stormed off to find Regina. You searched her usual hangout spots, the maintenance room and the girl’s locker room in the gym. When you didn’t find her in either place, you made your way to the only other place she could be, the parking lot.
Sure enough, as you approached her Jeep, you saw Regina sitting in the passenger seat. Even from far away, you could tell she was crying. Cautiously, you approached the car and tapped on her window. The blonde’s head instantly shot up, revealing her red eyes and mascara stained cheeks. You had never seen Regina cry before, and the sight actually shocked you to your core. Without saying a word, you walked over to the driver’s side and climbed in.
“What are you doing?” Regina questioned through sniffles as you put the car in reverse and pulled out of the parking spot.
“I’m taking you home.” Your hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter when you noticed a picture of Regina, Karen, and Gretchen resting on her dashboard as you drove out of the parking lot.
“I don’t need you to take me home.” Regina tried to use her usual venomous tone, but it came out shaky and pitiful.
“I don’t care if you need me to. I want to take you home. That was fucking ridiculous.”
After a few minutes of silence, you looked over to see tears still rolling down Regina’s face. Based on how her bottom lip was quivering, you knew Regina really needed to cry. You carefully reached your right hand over to Regina and grabbed her hand.
“It’s okay to cry. They tried to humiliate you in front of the whole school. You don’t have to hide it from me.” You squeezed Regina’s hand, which caused her to quickly pull her hand away.
“I am not crying because of those bitches. I’m crying because all I can wear is sweatpants and my mascara is ruined.” That time Regina was able to spit out her usual venom. While her tone would intimidate most people, it let you know Regina was going to be okay.
“Those are still valid reasons to cry.” You said matter-of-factly. You felt Regina’s eyes land on you again, causing you to glance over at her.
“Why are you so nice to me all the time?”
“Because I’m a nice person.” You shrugged, not wanting to give away your true feelings for Regina.
“I think it’s because you like me.”
“And what if I did?” You replied without missing a beat. Once again, you were kicking yourself for not thinking before you spoke.
“I’d have to give you a makeover. I can’t date anyone who dresses like that.”
“What’s wrong with the way I dress?”
“Nothing, if you’re going for a grocery store clerk.” You scoffed and acted offended by Regina’s words, which made the blonde crack a smile.
“I do not dress like a grocery store clerk.”
You both chuckled as you pulled up to the George's home. You instantly took note that Mrs. George’s car was missing from the driveway.
“Do you want to come in? My mom isn’t home.” Regina looked at you with hopeful eyes. Not wanting to leave Regina alone after a traumatic event, you decided that it would be a good idea for you to stick around for a little while longer.
“Yeah, I’ll come in for a little bit.”
You turned off the car and let Regina take the lead into her home. The second the front door closed behind you, Regina took your hand and led you up to her room.
“Shoes off and get on the bed.” The blonde commanded.
“Regina, I don’t think we should-”
“Relax, Nerd. I just want you to hold me and tell me I’m pretty.”
You quickly kicked your shoes off and lied down on the right side of the bed. Once you were comfortable, Regina joined you. Within seconds, her head found a comfortable spot on your chest, resting between your jaw and collarbone. Her hand found its way down to your stomach and balled the fabric of your shirt into her hand. After Regina was comfortable, you snaked your arm around her and held her close. You couldn’t help but look down at the blonde with a smile. When she wasn’t ruining people’s lives, Regina was actually kind of sweet.
“Hey, Regina?”
“What, Nerd?”
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Yeah, I know.” You could feel Regina’s smirk against your neck, which only made you fall a little harder for her.
You laid there, holding the blonde like your life depended on it. Your mind couldn’t help but wonder about finally telling Regina how you felt about her. It seemed like a good idea, especially after a hard day, but the thought of losing her stopped you. So, you just let Regina George, the meanest girl in North Shore, sleep on your chest while you held her close.
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al fin un comic de estas criaturas adorables x3
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Francis got tired from his shift and cuddles with m!reader and kinda just baby talks Francis!! (Francis definitely snores)
Sleepy Francis and Male Reader, sign me the fuck up!!
Francis 100% is the type of guy to just flop down on his partner, demand cuddles and headscratches and the proceed to fall asleep (bonus points if his partner isn't strong enough to lift him up so they just have to resign to fate.)
also please excuse that I have no clue how to properly write baby talk and probably fucked that up lol
Thanks so much for the request, Anon!
WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; Fluff, Francis being tired and stupid, established relationship, Male Reader, just cuddles and love with our favourite Milkman <3, kinda short (sorry)
Francis was tired. Normally, this was a constant state of tiredness, something he could deal with. Coffee got him though the day, and as soon as he got home he'd eat something, drag his boyfriend to bed and make sure both of them got a healthy amount of sleep - though Francis could never escape his chronic tiredness. He was pretty sure that it was a curse by now. It wasn't like you, or him, really cared anyway. The cuddles were good, and neither of you missed out on any love even though your quality time was lounging on the couch or in bed. Besides, both of you were more on the lazy side anyway.
Today, Francis was more tired than usual, though. Not even coffee had helped him keep his eyes open, and he had nearly dozed off at work. He grumbled about it the whole day, especially after his Boss had given him that stern look. He just wanted to get home and sleep. There wasn't even a real reason for him to be this tired. He surely hadn't stayed awake with you too long last night, and he had definetly slept like a baby while cuddled up in your arms. It really was a mystery to him. Maybe whatever God existed had decided to piss Francis off today.
He didn't even call out for you once he head reached the shared apartment, simply took off his shoes and then continued to walk over to the couch - where you had already decided to place yourself to watch some TV after work - motioned for you to lay down and almost fell on top of you.
"Hi Baby." You hummed, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace, one opf your hands coming up to run through his hair while the other rested at the small of his back. Francis sighed as an answer, his arms wrapped around your waist as he snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, basking in your warmth and comfort. "Tired?" You chuckled, and he nodded. "You jus' wanna cuddle?" You add, snuggling your face into his hair slightly. "Yes please.." He answers, his voice muffled by your neck.
The two of you lay like that for a while, Francis barely talking while you softly hum about your day, giving him short phrases paired with a soft voice for him to understand easier. You were already used to this, having to use simple speech, almost baby talk, with your boyfriend whenever he came home tired like this. Though he wasn't like this often, mostly keeping a certain amount of awakeness throughout the day, you didn't mind one bit. You thought it was kinda cute, actually. Francis resting on you like you were his pillow, his weight comfortably pressing you down against the couch.. this was probably your personal heaven. "Love you." Francis mumbles, sighing deeply as you can't help but grin at the sweetness of this situation.
You don't even care when he slides off to sleep, his soft snores filling the room as you chuckle to yourself and move your arm slightly to grab the TV remote and turn the device off, wanting to make sure he wouldn't wake up because of any loud noises. You feel him snuggle against you further and you grin, pressing a soft kiss against the top of his head as you swiftly lay the remote down again, your arm resting around Francis again, slowly drifting off to sleep together with him.
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kofi request 1: dabihawks on a date sharing a milkshake (in their own way <3) for @shiibuh
kofi request 2: todobaku on a date (in their own way pt.2 <3) for @/starfirekatsuki on twitter
put these two in the exact same setting cuz i think that would def happen to them i love this constellationnnnn
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KENMA KOZUME
”Melting”
Kenma doesn’t understand love.
He never has. He never will.
He has never understood what people meant when they explained butterflies in their stomach.
He loves video games. But that’s not the same.
He doesn’t understand love… or he didn’t, not until you.
As you sit next to him, fidgeting with the second controller to his Playstation 5, he can’t help but sneak glances at you. You’re playing Call of Duty with him, clearly having no idea what you’re doing.
It doesn’t even irritate him. It doesn’t annoy him. All he can notice is how pretty you are and how good you smell. How much he loves you.
The two of you are dating, a year today. It’s your anniversary and you chose to play video games with him, instead of asking to go out. You chose to do what he likes over what you like.
It’s so admirable. You’re so admirable.
He’s never said it, neither have you. Those three words haven’t left either of your mouths, mainly because he explained to you that it took him a while to fall in love. You respected him enough to hold in your love for him, so you wouldn’t freak him out.
And he’s realizing it now. How much he loves you. How much you make him melt.
He’s so focused on how much he adores you to realize he’s been staring. He dies in the game, a loud sound leaving the TV. He doesn’t even flinch, his eyes still so closely looking you over.
You giggle and he snaps back to reality. His cheeks go pink, his face feels warm. For the first time in his life, he’s blushing.
“I’m better than you!” You giggle, smiling at him and pointing at the TV.
You have more kills and less deaths. You seem so proud of yourself. It’s cute, he thinks.
“I love you,” he blurts out, not even processing what he said before it’s already escaped his lips.
You freeze. He freezes.
“…I love you,” he mumbles again, as if to confirm that he really meant it.
“I love you too,” a small smile curls onto your lips.
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ive seen a lot of people talk about after care on here but only mention it to the extent of some cuddles and a bath and i just want to remind everyone that aftercare shouldnt be limited to that.
if you have a harder session, tend to your subs bruises, scratches, and marks. put ice on bruises and welts to help with inflammation and pain.
if you do bondage, take care of rope burn and help them do some stretches. their body is going to be stiff from being restricted in one position for a long time. also a heating pad can help with sore muscles.
if they have any cuts or are bleeding, dress their wounds properly. make sure to put on antibiotic ointment on before a bandage if needed.
if they have burns for whatever reason, run them under cold water and maybe use ointment on those to help them heal.
make sure they pee after sex to help prevent a UTI. their legs may be shaky so help them get to the bathroom if needed.
give them advil or some other pain med to help with any aching or discomfort.
make sure they drink water. they need it and i cant stress how important this is. also give them some food even if its just a little snack.
give them verbal assurance and praise. tell them they did good and that youre proud of them.
still run a bath, get them cleaned up, give them kisses, cuddle them, etc but dont forget about the rest of aftercare, its so important. take care of your subs and always remember consent, communication, and safety are key.
also give your doms aftercare and affection too, theyre people with emotions and need it
aftercare is just as, if not more, important than the actual scene and should never be skipped, rushed, or disregarded
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berdly: *insert fnaf lore dump/hyperfixation rant here*
soul: i wanna kiss him so bad-
kris: I KNOW, RIGHT!?
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Kenma loves being cockwarmed. He can’t get enough of the feeling of your pretty pussy wrapped tightly around him, sitting calmly in his lap while he plays his game. He loves feeling you soaking his cock as you become more frustrated, shifting every once in a while and letting out a few breathy sighs. He’ll sit with you on his cock for hours, pulsing inside you, with your wetness dripping down his shaft and pooling on his thighs. Kenma can be such a tease, whispering softly into your ear “after this round pretty girl, I’ll fuck you right after this”, only to start up another round immediately after. “can’t help it beautiful, you just feel so good sitting there”
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just imagining kenma getting lost at a convention with you (was almost me at the con we attended lmao)
"um... babe?" kenma mutters in a soft voice, a voice that could easily be drowned out by the myriad of anime music coming from the loudspeakers, the sound effects of the retro video games others were playing at, and the voices of the cosplayers, merchants, attendees, and workers at the convention.
the flashing lights and the amount of people in cosplay in the crowds made the poor boy dizzy; he knew what you looked like, but amongst the crowd of people it was hard to see where exactly you were. he just let go of your hand for a minute to buy a poster of his favorite game, and in that minute he let go of you, you were gone from the last stall he saw you at.
kenma could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand, like how a startled cat's fur would stand in stressful situations. his heart pounded in his chest, and a pool of sweat was starting to form on the back of his shirt. he treaded through the crowd of people, nearly getting stampeded on, in a desperate attempt to search for you.
he called out your name, though his voice came out more timid than he'd like it to. he was so frustrated, he felt like now would be a good time to go to the side, curl up into a ball, and wait for you to find him. and, yes, he did do all that for a few minutes–until he took out his phone and texted you.
kenma was feeling a mix of relief and frustration. he was relieved you were coming to get him, he wanted nothing more than to be in your arms and by your side again, but he was frustrated at himself for being unable to find you and handle his feelings of being overwhelmed by himself.
kenma struggles to cope with the weight of his emotions, thinking he burdened you by letting go of your hand and now being lost for you to find. however, hearing your voice and seeing you run up to him, a soft smile on your face as you sit next to him, asking him if he's okay... it oddly makes him feel better. this is the healing effect you have on his weary mind, and he couldn't be any more grateful for you.
he leans over to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and mumbles out his replies. "i'm sorry i got lost..." he mutters as you wrap your arms around him, kissing the side of his head. "i'll never let go of your hand again, i promise... i'll wrap you in a big hug..." he whispers, wrapping his arms around you in return, squeezing you a little. "...and i'll stay with you, wherever you wanna go, i'll go with you."
you chuckle and kiss his cheek. "and wherever you'll go... i'll definitely be there, kenken." you reply, smiling sweetly at him, dissipating thoughts of him burdening you with your gentleness. he kisses your lips softly, smiling when he pulls away, blushing a bit. "that'd be great..." he mumbles, resting his head on your shoulder, calming down as the event goes on, with you two staying in the corner, resting for a bit and enjoying being in each other's presence, like nothing else in the world matters except this moment in time.
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i love it when a fnaf character is named michael and has a dead brother
i love them both so much no one gets them like i do
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the only reason why moon chases gregory in fnaf sb is to jumpscare him and make him pass out so he can get tucked in for bed /j
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Sun and Moondrop taking care of a child reader
-Reader: no pronouns used + no gender implied
-It/they for Sun and Moon
Requested: No/Yes
Warnings: None
Disclamer: Characters personality, looks, ect may be different from canon due to either hc or author has just forgotten.
A/N: This is my first writting so I'm sorry if it isn't that good. All banners are made by me (the drawings and stuff are NOT mine, credits to the ones who drew them i just mixed them together and made banners)
^ Made by me
-☼ When you first walked in with your caregiver Sun was just doing their job, take the kid from their parents, get the kid checked in, than entertain them until naptime, after you said bye to your caregiver Sun took you into the sea of loud, messy and running children.
-☼ You didn't really know what to do when Sun left you alone to go help other kids, so you just went off to play with the toys and be in your own little world, though not acting like the other kids around you, where still a kid, a kid who needed attention and attention was what you where going to have!
-☼ Now having children who don't like playing, loud noises, and just can't handle overwhelming places where not uncommon for Sun, so it gave you your space but made sure to check up on you every once and a while, making sure your eating when its snack time, making sure you haven't left the daycare, asking if you wanted to join in with the other kids, ect.
Sun was watching over the kids while they ate, it counted all the kids but found one missing, they looked around but couldn't see you anywhere near the eating tables, so they started looking around any corners or places you might be when it found you huddled in a small-ish place with blankets and pillows, you seemed tired and floating in and out of consciousness.
"Oh little sunbeam, tired already?" Sun asked as they carefully picked you up and huddled you close in their arms and pulling the blanket over you "it is about naptime isn't it my little sunbeam" Sun said after booping your nose and walking back to the children to tell them its naptime.
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-☾ After Sun turned the lights off and all the children went to their sleeping bags Moon looked down and saw you half asleep in their arms, smiling softly it walked towards where the children where sleeping and sat down humming a small lullaby while holding you close to their lap.
-☾ If you are one to have nightmares often or bad nightmares they will slowly wake you up and just softly reasure you that your safe in its arms, that no one and nothing can hurt you while they are here.
Moon was keeping a eye on all the children in a protective manner, being a almost second parent to most of the kids they took the role seriously, nothing was going to happen to you or the others. It felt movement in its arms and when it looked down and saw you looking up at them with grabby hands it softly smiled and held you so you where sitting on its leg. "Whats wrong little star? shouldn't a little star like you be sleeping?" Moon asks softly as to not wake up the other children. You looked up at them and whispered "puppet!" at first it took Moon a second before they smiled and patted your head "a puppet show? well if my little star wishes who am I to say no" Moon than placed you on the floor and went to get a flashflight.
After a while other kids woke up to the puppet show while you sat in their lap and watched with amazment at the puppet show. Soon all the kids woke up, some watching the show and others playing around where Moon can see them, after a while the puppet show finished and Moon asked you to sit still while it goes to grab something and to put the flashlight back.
When it came back it knelt down and showed two plushies, one of them and the other of Sun "Sun and I thought you would like them, so whenever your not here you have something to play with and to cuddle with when you sleep" Moon smiled softly as you grabbed the plushies and hugged them "thank!" they patted you on the head and went to turn the lights back on.
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