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wild0moon · 8 months
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they are stupid and also dumb (affectionate)
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shinigami-striker · 2 months
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Chynna Philips (voice of Kitty) | Monday, 02.12.24
Happy birthday to Chynna Philips, voice of Kitty (Johnny 13's girlfriend) in Danny Phantom (2004-2007).
Trivia Fact: coincidentally, Chynna Philips (voice of Kitty) happens to be married to Willaim Baldwin (voice of Johnny 13).
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coockiecrash · 8 months
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Estos son dibujos que hice en 2021 y quería volver a publicarlos al menos solo aquí.
Los diseños no son míos le pertenecen a funkin highscool dayz pueden ver su capítulo publicado en youtube por aquí.
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Neilari, Boyfriend x Pico x Girlfriend ship child <3
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│◁ Neilari ▷│
1:22 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯◍⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 3:45
❝ Angels like you are just jealous.❞
[INSTERT IMAGE]
⋤ CONTENTS ∴ ≘
ONE. BASIC
TWO. SCHOOLING
THREE. PERSONALITY
FOUR. APPEARANCE
FIVE. RELATIONSHIPS
SIX. ROMANCE
Volume: ▮▮▮▮▮
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• 🎙 ↺ BASIC •
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full name: Neilari
first: Neilari
middle: N/A
last: ?
nickname(s):
• Neil
• Rari
• Chew chew
gender: Demi Girl
sex: Female
pronouns: She/They
age: 17 years old
birthday: August 20th
zodiac: Lion ♌️
birthplace: N/A
nationality: American
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• 💿 ↺ PERSONALITY •
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Neilari is a young teen who lives by the streets rule, yet still has her own fancy little habits. Having a twin, she’s very clingy towards them.
Overall being very organized, unlike her dads, Boyfriend and Pico, she likes to keep things tidy. Consider they’re also very calm, never seen getting angry.
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pet peeves: French fries, Mouth noises and being physically pushed around.
habits:
good: Organize her clothes, verify if the doorknob is locked.
bad: Stresses when not organizing, always double check everything.
hobbies: Skating, playing drums, collecting cards.
skills: Playing drums, Speech, Charism, lock picking.
likes: Her twin, Mangas, Going outside..
dislikes: Angels. Also French fries.
favourites: Twin, Skating, her self made band.
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• 🎧 ↺ APPEARANCE •
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eye colour: Black
hair
hair colour: Auburn with some cyan strands.
former: Auburn
current: Auburn + Cyan
style: Hey hey fancy girl
skin description: Freckled, slightly tan.
tattoos: None visible.
piercings: Multiple piercings on both ears
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• 📽 ↺ RELATIONSHIPS •
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mother: Girlfriend
name: Gf/Girlfriend
status: Alive
relationship strength: V Strong!!
father: Pico
name: Pico N. Grounds
status: Alive..
relationship strength: Strong!!
father: Bf
name: Boyfriend
status: Alive
relationship strength: Smooth like 🧈
twin: Peachy 🍑
name: Sweepeachy 🍑🌸
status: Alive !
relationship strength: THE BEST!!
friendships: yes !
name: Robyn
status: Alive
relationship strength: Good :>
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• 💾 ↺ ROMANCE •
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sexuality: Omniromantic
orientation: Women 🎸
ideal type: Can play music and skate ?
ideal date: Skate park !
romantic interest: N/A
name: N/A
status: N/A
sexuality: N/A
relationship strength: N/A
❝ Order, Order ! ❞
[INSERT USERNAME] [♡/ 💕 ]
𝗖𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟰 ||}{ ʬʬ.SEARCH CHERRY . COM }{|| 𝗖𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟰
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kit-the-gaygent · 1 year
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Boyfriend type is gingers/redheads
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toohottohoot · 2 years
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“I’m sorry,” he said for the fifth time, though a grin danced in his eyes. ”Come on, it was just a joke.”
His girlfriend whirled around, glaring. ”Just a joke? You called me a cow!”
He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. ”Well, it was funny. Come on, Bea. Don’t be mad.”
Bea ignored him and slammed the car door behind her. He stood in front of the vehicle, resting his elbows on it and making faces. Usually, it made her laugh. Now, she simply inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.
She could hear him through the glass, faintly, and turned her engine on. Behind her, people chattered in the parking lot like she had been just minutes before. Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe she was blinded by rage. But she felt justified and furious.
He was going to pay.
Without a second thought, she flipped him the bird and drove out of that hellhole, ignoring the screams.
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dampsleeves · 5 months
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werewolf partner who is terrified of turning around you because they're not sure how much control they'll lack in wolf-form. They make you chain them up in the basement, lock the door, and arm yourself with a gun just in case. Finally the time comes, and you're ready. You expect to hear growling and thrashing, or some sort of vicious struggle. But you only hear faint whimpers. You decide to go downstairs to see what's up, and there you find them, in their wolf form - ears back, head down, looking sad and scared. You approach, and still, no aggression.
After a few moments, you even decide to sit next to them. They lean in cautiously to sniff you, their eyes lighting up as they seem to recognize your scent. They immediately scoot over and lay their gigantic head in your lap, still whimpering and shaking - clearly seeking comfort from you. You expected a ferocious monster from how they'd warned you, but instead, you essentially got a giant puppy. You gently stroke and cuddle your werewolf until they fall asleep on you. Exhausted from all the previous excitement, and not wanting to leave them scared and alone, you fall asleep too. You're awoken in the morning by them - back in human form - shaking you in a panic. They found you lying next to them in a pile of fur, and thought that something had happened - that you were dead. They're glad to be wrong, as you rub the sleep from your eyes. When they find out what all actually happened, they're extremely relieved, but a little embarrassed.
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werecreature-addicted · 4 months
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Baby yes I swear you’re the toughest werewolf I’ve ever known- yes I promise I still think you’re cool even though you got scared and barked at your own reflection. Baby of course I’ll let you bite me can we please have sex now?
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running-with-kn1ves · 1 month
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Okay but a darling who tries their hardest to "fix" and train their yandere. They put up with every bloody, obsessive shenanigan in the hopes that they can have a semi-regular relationship with the person they thought they were dating. You see, everything was fine the first month of the honeymoon phase-- regular cute dates and normal presents like bouquets and nicknacks-- even if they were overly frequent. It didn't take long for Yandere's true colors to show, possessiveness chaining Darling to their home and rushes in relationship milestones that normally take years to achieve.
By the third month, Darling has moved into their Yandere's home. Sure, it's fast, but how else are they going to alter a bloodthirsty stalkers' bad habits? But Darling didn't realize how much of a chore it would be to handle their Yan 24/7. Other than the constant reassurances of love and physical affection, they have to talk them down from murdering any coworkers or adding a military-grade security system to the home in an event of Darling trying to escape break up with them.
"I promise, I'm not going anywhere."
" I love you, there's no one else, how could you accuse me of that!"
Even with Darling complying continuously, wearing the ankle bracelet their Yan begs them to keep on, not leaving (or atleast, not telling Yan when they do) the house without their loving spouse-- Yandere still has paranoid visions, imagining footsteps at night, clothes that belong to them that they think are from another. But Darling is persistent, denying any sort of sneaking around and consoling their Yan in the process. I mean, who could sneak around when all they do is think of and take care of someone else continuously? And even when Yandere gets threatening, drugging takeout that was supposed to be a fun surprise and keeping Darling in the basement for a week, Darling always waits patiently for them to come back to their senses, to negotiate and bribe their way back out when Yan brings meals and requests cuddle time.
Maybe once or twice they've worried about being murdered, but they know their Yandere just loves too much, has too much affection for them to rationally contain. So they see the beast as tameable, talking them down off ledge after ledge, never bolting even with open doors and free feet. But will that be enough to convince their Yandere, to satiate their fear of abandonement and desire to trap before their prey can even think of escaping?
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terato-is-life · 8 months
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For a few of us, monsterfucking is never about kinking over some creature having you in all the ways possible.
It is about letting yourself being vulnerable and fragile and emotional with someone that's supposed to hurt and kill you, but instead just worships you and cares about you for being just like them:
Being shamed over the looks you've never asked for, but having the heart and sould only a few could understand.
Monsterfucking/Exophilia etc isn't just about an unusual kink.
It is OUR way of telling Beauty and the Beast, because we can see the good in them, because we all wanted for them to see the good in ours.
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angelltheninth · 2 months
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Gamer Boyfriend Teaches You to Play His Favorite Game while Cockwarming Him
Pairing: Gamer Boyfriend x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, cockwarming, following instructions, clit stimulation, teasing, orgasm control, forced to sit still, soft dom!boyfriend
A/N: Really enjoying these non-fandom pieces.
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Gamer!Boyfriend who loves to share his hobby with you. He's talked about his favorite game many times and encouraged you to try it out as well. Then you can have fun together and you can do more then just play games, you can go to events, discuss lore, characters, do couple cosplay too.
Gamer!Boyfriend who offers to teach you the basics of his favorite game and wants to make a date out of it. As soon as you sit on his lap he wraps his arms around you and begins kissing you, happy that you're willing to put in the time and effort into this. It starts out very innocent.
Gamer!Boyfriend who whispers in your ear, offering you advice on what to do, teaching you the mechanics of the game and what is best for a beginner such as yourself. One of his hands is around you, the other on your hand, guiding you on what to do. Having him so close is making you thankful you're only wearing his gaming hoodie.
Gamer!Boyfriend who kisses your neck every time you get a good score. These little kisses are more then encouraging and so are his words of praise. He's being very sweet and patient with you while he's showing you what to do.
Gamer!Boyfriend who groans when you move your ass against his cock and cause it to stir beneath you. You notice too but he tells you not to worry about it, it's just a random boner. But it doesn't go away, it gets harder, not so easy to ignore anymore for you or for him, you don't know which one is worse.
Gamer!Boyfriend who lifts you up enough to push his pants and boxers around his ankles and sits you down on his cock. Commenting how naughty it is of you to not wear anything under the hoodie. But you're in the comfort of your home, so it's more then alright.
Gamer!Boyfriend who slips one hand under the hoodie to cup your boob and the other to find your clit, rolling the little bundle of nerves in agonizing, slow circles. It's a very good thing voice chat isn't on or else everyone would hear you moaning like a bitch in heat. And he's doing all of this while still expecting you to keep your focus on the game.
Gamer!Boyfriend who tells you that if he could have focused all those times while you sucked him off then you can cockwarm him and play at the same time. His lips find every bit of naked skin they can, further adding to your stimulated agony. You have to keep your head in the game.
Gamer!Boyfriend who promises not only to let you come if you manage to get top score but he will also come, inside of you. Wouldn't that be a good reward for you? To get it you have to focus on winning, you have to ignore how his hard cock pulses in your twitching pussy, how his fingers pinch your nipple, how your clit is being mercilessly teased.
Gamer!Boyfriend who has a ton of fun with this. You should have sex like this more often, where orgasms feel like the reward. His hips push yours off the chair as soon as you're revealed to be the winner, skin sapping against skin as he spends himself inside your eager, clenching pussy.
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jelliedink · 5 months
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Ancient Vampire Partner as a Service Top Headcanons
Warnings: Pure smut. Mentions of death, blood, violence. No gender specified, but reader do get periods. Implication of abusive relationship. Author's note: I wrote an extensive introduction to this post, but then I realised that was mostly me rambling. So I decided to get straight (and kinda gay) to the point. Shall we? Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
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Here's my take on how I think the sexual dynamic between a human and their ancient vampire lover would go:
Your ancient vampire partner knew they had to be gentle and careful with you. Much like us when carrying a newborn puppy, they were aware of how easily your bones could break if they got too excited. Since sex for them was now more of an echo from their human days and not a survival need, they were ok with going without sex for long periods of time, perhaps waiting until you were ready to be turned. For now, they thought it was safer to wait.
You, on the other hand, were very much not ok with this. You were human, your body evolved to make happy chemicals from sex. As if that wasn't enough, the main survival strategy of your partner's species was looking hot as fuck to lure humans, getting their thoughts so clouded by lust that they'd ignore the stone cold touch, the sharp fingernails, the bluish hue of their skin and the sharpness of their teeth. Your whole body went crazy just by looking at them.
They knew you couldn't help it. So, whenever you were needy and in the mood, they didn't mind putting you on their lap, back against their chest, and touch you until you've had enough. They loved being able to make you feel good, whispering on your ear while playing with your body: "What do you want to try today?" "Do you want me to get one of our toys?" "Does it feel good like this?" "Is this intensity enough?"
In the days you desperately needed to feel them inside of you, they ignored their own desire while watching you ride them mesmerised, gently guiding your hips up and down while kissing and caressing whatever part of your beautiful, soft and warm body they could reach. God, how pretty you looked with your eyes out of focus, using their body to get off and scratch that itch.
And when you were too tired they gladly took the lead, paying attention to your every reaction, focusing on how to serve you better: "Hold my shoulders tight so I can reach deeper without hurting you, ok?" "Slow and steady, precious, or you'll be tired before we can have the amount of fun you deserve." "Here, it will feel even better if you touch yourself too."
But they were far from being selfless. The moment you got your period they morphed into a feral and self-serving beast, unable to control themselves any more than a hungry lion would if near a trapped deer. This was one of the very few times they could feed off of you and they were not letting all this food go to waste.
You'd get properly cushioned in a comfortable position, a heating pad on your lower belly, your legs on their shoulders and they would lick you clean. Prepare to be there for a while, no amount of begging would make them let you get up until they're finished. Of course you always tried to. Every time this happened, they'd first try to convince you with love and praises, but their tone got increasingly more authoritative and mean until you couldn't recognise your lover anymore. "My baby, you taste so good." "How can you be so good to me, my little angel?" "Can't you hold on just a bit more? Please? For me?" "Oh, you're being tortured with too many orgasms? You poor thing, that sounds so terrible." "Pretty, you're not getting up. Don't think that you have a choice just because I'm trying to be nice." "Maybe if I show you how painful I can make it you'll realise how good you're having it stop being such a whiny ungrateful brat. You want this, my baby? You want me to hurt you? So don't make me hurt you."
In the end they'd kiss your whole weak body and your puffed teary face while begging for your forgiveness. They'd say they don't deserve you, they are a monster, they just don't know how to control themselves when you smell like this and they were so hungry. You'd be pampered: a hot bath, body massage, your favourite food, that thing you've been eyeing for so long but was way too out of your budget.
They'd do just about anything you ask for. Anything but promise not to do it again.
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Oh wow, Groovy, doing a FNF child ? There be a first time for everything..
🍯 Meet HoneyB. , which is short for Honey Bun ! 🍯 A Gf x Bf child :>
Credits !
• GF and BF belongs to the game Friday Night Funkin’
Info !
- lil hybrid human-demon <3
- has a bestie who’s a Ruv/Whitty child !!
- She/Him pronouns :>
- loves tattoos, never got one-
- Bad boy
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Yandere Fairytale Series:
Rapunzel
Part 1 Part 2
Yandere Witch x Rapunzel Reader x Yandere Prince
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For many, long years you had resided in an isolated tower deep in the forest with an elderly woman named Agnes and her daughter Hilda. The three of you had lived here together and created a nice home for yourselves in a place no man could ever harm you… or at least that’s what Agnes instilled in you and Hilda since you were children. Men were evil and couldn’t be trusted. They would lure you in with sweet words and promises, but then they’d swallow you whole like a beast.
Since you were ten, Hilda and Agnes never let you lift a finger nor did they let you outside. “It’s dangerous for you. You’re far too delicate for the forest. Leave it to us, (your name).” Agnes would always tell you before she took Hilda with her to forage and hunt.
Despite your years with the two of them, Agnes told you that you were not biologically her child. “Hilda and I found you in the forest one day. You were just a baby and we couldn’t leave you… so you can stay here with us, forever. You’re ours, my dear.”
They’d brush your hair as it slowly began to grow longer than the length of the tower. Your long hair was used to come and go after Agnes and Hilda sealed off the door to ‘keep you safe.’
Every time you’d ask to go out or inquire about what they’d see, Agnes would shut you down. “Curiosity killed the cat, dear. You just wait here, we will be back.”
The mother and daughter often took trips for supplies. Whether it was berries or necessities, their trips only took a few hours… sometimes they took a few days. It just depended on what they needed. The pair never let the supplies dwindle much. Agnes hated being irresponsible when it came to stock.
It was when you were over the age of twenty that Agnes’s health took a turn. Hilda would often weep with you as she held you close. You and Hilda had grown so close… Hilda swore she wouldn’t let her mother down. That’d she’d carry on her will. (A will you didn’t have a clue about)
When Agnes passed away, Hilda immediately took charge over the chores around the tower. The beautiful young woman often fretted over you as she made sure the two of you were cared for. She took over brushing your long locks and gathering supplies.
Sometimes Hilda would braid her long black hair with hers. So ‘the two of you were connected.’ It was always fun whenever Hilda would let you play with her hair.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back! I can bring you back your favorite berries.” Hilda would gave you a reassuring smile before she headed out into the forest. You watched her form until she disappeared into the trees.
So you’d get back to painting the walls with a hum. Your hair draped behind you like a waterfall as you sat on your homemade swing.
You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a loud clank on the side of your tower. What on earth was that?!
You jumped off your swing and ran to look at the balcony. A grappling hook was slung around the metal frame as a hooded figure began to scale the tower. Who we that?!
You went to shut the balcony door but ended up slipping on your own hair. Your back hit the floor as you whined in pain. Your eyes wide in terror at the knight that now stood in front of you as he quickly winded up the rope. The knight mumbled some curses before he shoved the grappling hook in his bag.
“W-who are-“ the knight pushed you further into the tower as he put a gloved hand over your mouth. Your body trembled when you looked into their lilac eyes. You’d never seen such pretty eyes before…
There was shouting below and the sound of hooves. Was this knight being pursued? You couldn’t tell since the knight held you firmly in their arms until the voices disappeared into the distance.
The knight breathed a sigh of relief before they released her. You quickly shoved the knight away from you as you scooted your body as far away from them as you could. You swore your heart was about to leap from your chest.
“Who are you?” You shakily asked but the knight gave you a small bow. Their hands slipped off the silver helmet on their head to reveal a rather striking individual with sharp features and long, lavender hair.
“I apologize for my intrusion. I’m Prince Vinicio of the Corcoran kingdom.” The knight’s voice was a lot deeper than she expected. How could a woman have such a deep voice?
“Prince? Don’t you mean princess?” You softly asked which made the knight erupt into laughter.
“No. Despite my rather feminine appearance, I’m male.”Vinicio smiled warmly at you. “I just noticed how long your hair is. Have you been growing it out for a long time-“
You jumped when he reached a hand out to you which made him frown. Vinicio’s mind began to wander as he glanced around your home. Did you live here all alone? This wilderness was not becoming of a lady, especially not one as stunning as you. “I apologize, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“P-please leave. I’m not supposed to talk to men.”
Vinicio frowned but gave you a small bow out of respect. You must be being held against your will in this lonely tower… he’d have to gain your trust to save you.
“I apologize, I’ll take my leave.” Vinicio put his helmet back on but turned to give you one last look. “But can I meet you again tomorrow? I can talk to you from below the tower. I won’t climb up here again.”
You bit your lip. Agnes had always warned you and Hilda about men but Vinicio didn’t seem dangerous… “Okay. But only if you promise to not climb.”
Vinicio smiled warmly at you. “I promise.”
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Danny, dating one of the batfam:
Bat: *sighs dramatically while looking out the window* if only my boyfriend loved me
Danny, confused as they just had a conversation about who Danny’s favorite Gotham hero was: ??? I love you 🥺
Bat: *glances back at Danny* uggghhhhhhh if only my boyfriend loved me… 😪
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I know you’ve probably writing about it before, but there is just something so lovely about a human not understanding alien courting customs and accidentally doing a lot of them to an alien, who is feeling like they are getting a lot of mixed signals from their human friend! Would that be a usable request? Love your writing!!!
OOOH anon I'm such a sucker for "accidentally doing something considered flirtatious by a different species toward a member of said species"
I feel like in the kind of modern sci-fi settings I use for my writing there's an extra level of awareness and drama, because while an alien surrounded by members of their own kind might assume you're coming onto them purposefully, your alien crewmate is very aware of the cultural differences that come with interspecies work. They know you're unaware of the courting methods of their species, much less the specific traditions of their people.
They wouldn't expect you to know that sort of information anyhow, so they're not offended when you offer to share from your canteen during a mission without realizing the intimate, personal implications of the gesture. How would you know? Humans share drinks all the time, they were thirsty. What kind of friend would you be if you didn't share?
You were right, of course. Water-sharing to you was just a kind gesture, there was no reason to deny your affection. Their mouth met where yours had been, and they feel so close to you they ache.
There are times they feel guilty. When you shut you eyes and stretch, casually letting the entire universe know that you trust them to protect you when your tired, or when you drape one of your blankets over the both of you while you watch a movie and they can smell you from all sides. There are times they want to tell you: This doesn't mean as little to me as it means to you. You're kissing me in my native tongue, y'know.
They know they shouldn't be indulging in the idea that you're acting on any kind of romantic interest, but they just can't bring themself to tell you. There was too much of a chance you would stop.
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