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arsonistmoth · 1 year

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Got commissioned by @grollow to draw their hooligan variation of grimm, affectionately called grimmlin <3, go sEE HIM IN rED SKY AT MORNING (and also in White and Gray despite that not being his fic. hes just like that. pops up and smile smiles :>)

#Hollow knight #Troupe master grimm #Nightmare King grimm #Goat draws #Commissions #lookit him spider peets #i just wanna squish the beans

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kayfabebabe · 2 years

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💕 💚 💖 I LOVE YOU MITCH!!!!!!!! legitimately you are one of the sweetest people that i've met since making my wrestling tumblr. whenever i see any interactions from you in my notifications i'm always so hyped

Vaaaaaaaaaaaann! This genuinely made me tear-up whilst reading it because I get the same way whenever I see your name pop up in my notifications. I'm affectionately bumping and nuzzling my forehead against yours like we're a pair of cats <3

#Ask Answered #THANK YOU VANN!#Precious Fren <3 #You've literally been the kindest since day 1 #and you're one of the best beans to ever been #I just wanna squish you #(affectionately)#The Human Speaks #Ask Game #LOVE YOU VANN

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mazeinthemiroh · 10 months

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Soft thought; skz with a shy and introverted s/o? 🥺 lllike I think

Like I think it’d be so cute and adorable 💓

stray kids with a shy s/o

genre: fluffy af

warnings: none

please like and reblog if you enjoy <3

chan

thinks your adorable

lowkey likes to make you flustered

squishes your cheeks 24/7

supports you in social situations

encourages you to interact with different people but doesn't push you out of your comfort zone

very loving and attentive to your needs

minho

teases you

has a triumphant smirk on his face when he makes you flustered

and making flustered is very much a goal for him

but even with all this teasing, he sticks with you in most social situations

claiming it's to support you but really he needs you jsut as much as you need him

changbin

protective

loud about his love for you

always has an arm around you

or a hand touching you in some way

to give you some physical reassurance in social situations if you're uncomfortable or anything

thinks your adorand babies you in private <3333

hyunjin

enjoys the comfortable silences you share

lowkey protective of you, looking out for you when needed

plays with your hair in public

can sense when you're feeling overwhelmed and need him to be with you or not

can't help but coo over you when you blush at his romantic tendencies

jisung

he's your comfort person

very attentive

does cringy aegyo to make you laugh to distract you when you're in a busy setting

sticks by your side in social situations

"hey, wanna get out of here?"

he knows when you're at your limit and is adaptable to your needs

felix

is a little bit of a shy bean himself :))

but he takes the role of taking care of you because he knows your shyer than him

and he thinks it's adorable

just so find of you

gives you a lot of cuddles and physical reassurance in general, no matter what situation

seungmin

your on the shy side and he's on the quieter side

so comfortable silences are often shared between he two of you

he enjoys your peaceful company and you find comfort in him

he doesn't stress or overwhelm you in every way

so doesn't take advantage of your shyness

jeongin

teases you a little for your shyness

when you blush over something he has said, he will poke your cheeks cutely

which makes you blush even more

but if anyone makes you uncomfortable or takes advantage of you in anyway, he's ready to throw hands

your no. 1 defender!

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ssweetleaf · 1 year

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just like heaven.

| part ii |

pairing— best friend’s brother!steve harrington x fem!reader

♡ summary— steve overhears about your disappointing sex life, but soon starts to imagine how good he could make you feel if only you were with him. (based off this ask)

♡ includes— SMUT 18+, male masturbation, kind of perv!steve, praise, breeding kink, basically stevie fucks his fist thinking about you and gets caught in the act, no specific pronouns used, and no use of y/n, i know some people don’t like that, (i gave steve’s sister a name to make the whole thing a bit easier!)

let me know if you’d like a part two! <3

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Steve was insatiable; hard as a fucking rock ever since he heard you, on your best friend’s bed, fingers flipping through a cosmo mag and smacking on your cherry gum, completely unaware that King Steve himself was eavesdropping on your rather private conversation.

He didn’t mean to listen in, honest, he was just on his way to the bathroom that just so happened to be next to his sister’s room, the door cracked open ever so slightly, just enough so he could see you on your stomach, ankles crossed and swinging behind you.

“It’s just so disappointing, yknow?” You huffed, eyes narrowing when it caught sight of a certain article on page seventeen about spicing things up in the bedroom. “It’s basically non-existent!”

Tiffany sighed, and his brows started to furrow, trying to get a clue on what they were talking about— slowly creeping closer to their door.

“Babe, it can’t be that bad. What happened to that guy that took you out?” She hummed, trying to think of his name, yet seeming to fall short, the boy completely blanked from her mind.

You groaned, pressing your cheek against your folded arms— and if he craned his neck just a little, he’d be able to see the way your puffy folds sucked up the material of your sleep shorts, riding higher and higher up your thighs each time you kicked your legs.

Oh fuck, he was totally perving…

“Don’t even bother— he was so- so-” you grumbled, huffing at the thought of him before finding the right term to describe that son of a bitch. “Self-absorbed.”

Steve arched a brow, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, the sight before him, all cutesy and whiny, it was enough to have his cock rutting up.

“Come on, babe. Spill the beans, I wanna know what happened.”

You sighed, fighting the urge to hide your face in your hands, before flipping the magazine shut.

“He was just selfish, Tiff- he wanted me to do all the work, didn’t even get me ready just kissed me a little.” You scoffed, recounting the memories and his stupid smirk, “and worst of all, he’s a head pusher- way too forceful, shoved it right down my throat without any warning!”

“Oh my god,” Tiff rolled her eyes, nostrils flaring and she didn’t even know the guy. “What a dick!”

“I know,” you spoke, picking at the remnants of your chipped nail polish, “this is why my sex life is so disappointing.”

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Steve gnawed at his cheek, traipsing back into his bedroom and kicking the door shut, not even bothering to use the bathroom after— not that he really needed to anyway…

Laying back on his bed, the cool sheets squished beneath him, he thought about you— your pretty thighs and the way they squeezed together mindlessly, the soft fat of your hips from underneath your shorts and the curve of your tits that begged to pop out from your too-small tank top.

You were a total babe, so fucking pretty, and so sweet too, he couldn’t wrap his head around how someone like you had a sex life that was so boring.

I could change that, he thought, fuck, his cock throbbed at the thought. He could take care of you, make you feel better than any of those losers you had been with, sating you on his big cock until you were all dumb and tuckered out.

The thoughts he had were swirling around his brain in a constant tizzy, so much so, he hadn’t even realised he had slipped a hand under his briefs, only realising once it started to leak in his palm, pre-cum staining the material and sticking to his skin.

You were on his mind, your tits, your ass, your pretty thighs- it had him hard as a rock, starting to buck into his own hand, teeth clutching at his lips to stifle his groans— after all, the walls were thin, and there was only one that separated Steve’s room from his sister’s.

He wanted to tease himself, pretend it was you that was teasing him with your pretty fingers— trailing his fingertips along his shaft, running up along the thick vein underneath it before swiping a thumb over his mushroomed tip, all swollen and sensitive, leaking even more now he had his hands on himself.

He sucked that same thumb into his mouth, the salty tang of his arousal on his tongue and the sudden image of his face between your thighs, licking up at your slick pussy and suckling at your peaked clit had his hips bucking.

“Fuck—” he gasped, breath hitching in his throat, sweat already ebbing at his hairline and beginning to slip, cheeks all rosey and flushed, all from the thought of you, you, you.

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, honey-” he was muttering to himself, squeezing his eyes closed and rolling his balls in his palm, playing with him just how he imagined you’d play with them. “wish you were all mine.”

Steve’s fist was tight around his cock, fingers squeezing and pumping it. Up and down, up and down— groaning out into the stuffy air when he thought about your hands stroking at him, fingers barely managing to reach round.

He was leaking, tip bubblegum pink and glistening with pearly beads of pre-cum, dribbling down his shaft and oozing between his fingers, lubing up his cock so nicely— fuck, he thought about your mouth, suckling on him, getting him nice and wet, drooling all over his balls, making a real mess— oh fuckfuckfuck.

“Jus’ wanna fuck you,” he muttered into the air, wishing you could hear him, watch him, “could treat you so well- would spoil you so good.”

He was whining, high and breathy into the stuffy bedroom air, the slick sounds with each jerk were so loud, but he was so pussy-drunk, dumb from the constant swirly thoughts of you, big love hearts pumping in his eyes, he couldn’t find it in him to really care about how loud he was starting to get.

He started to slow down, he had to, already so close to coming, he took his fist away and swirled his fingertips along his cock-head, watching the way his muscles clenched with hooded and hazy eyes.

Steve thought about you on his bed, underneath him, letting him fuck you into the mattress, muttering pretty praises into your sweet skin— licking and sucking at your neck all the while his fat cock punched into your gummy walls and nudged at that special spot so deep inside.

“Bet you’d be such a good girl.” he sighed, starting to stroke himself once again, but much slower than before. “jus’ wanna- fuck— wanna fill you up with my cum, get you all messy and- shit— give you my fuckin’ babies.”

Oh fuck, picturing you all pregnant, tummy all swollen, letting him fuck you from behind while you both lay on your sides, oh god, he was in too deep, but he couldn’t help it. You’d look so fucking pretty all pregnant with his babies— all full of his cum.

His hips stuttered, thighs tensed and his cock twitched, he was so close, so, so close, bottom lip clutched between his teeth, fist squeezing down and shaking from the stimulation.

“G-gonna cum, oh Christ, gonna fucking’ cum!”

He chased his high, jaw slack and mouth agape while long, hot ropes of his sticky cum painted his stomach and thighs, crying out a mixture of your name and a few curses and he swore he hadn’t came as hard before as he did then.

And it all would’ve been fine— he would’ve settled and cleaned up and just went to bed with a little secret in the back of his mind, though the sight of you stood there when his eyes fluttered open— eyes all glassy and lips in a pout, thighs clenching and a cute little wet spot saturating your shorts… oh no.

“I-I can explain!”

⋆˙⟡♡ inbox me eddie and steve stuff ! ♡⟡˙ ⋆

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n

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srslymina · 8 months

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Minors DNI!!!

Smut!

Alpha!Twice x Omega!Fem!Reader

CW; gangbang, ownership, anal, dp, omegaverse, g!p, rough, overstimulation, praise, etc. etc.

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Anniversary with Twice was the best. The nine members all joined in the celebration and will always do so. There are always gifts. Always. This year was big. The members had given it their all. They were one of the most successful alpha-only K-pop groups after all. Each member chose to distribute their prizes after their anniversary live. Tzuyu went first, giving each member exclusive perfume; there are only ten of them in the world, and she got nine.

Jeongyeon went second, giving each member a heartfelt letter and thousands of dollars worth of gift cards to their favorite places to eat. Mina decided to knit each member matching sweaters, Chaeyoung drew framed portraits for everyone, and Dahyun gave everyone matching but different shade purses from Micheal Kors.

Jihyo made playlists for each member, each playlist over five hours long, and she choose each song for a reason. Momo, baked everyone mini cakes, their favorite flavors too, and Sana made everyone candles with scents that reminded her of them.

Nayeon however had nothing in her hands. And as everyone took turns handing out their things, they all slowly looked at Nayeon who was busy trying on the perfume Tzuyu gave her.

“What?” She smirked looking at the confused faces of all her members. “You don’t actually think I came here empty handed, right?” She man spreaded leaning back on the bean bag. A relieved sigh came from Jihyo’s mouth, Nayeon chuckled at their reactions.

“Actually my gift is… how do I put this? Only one…thing… so we need to share” Nayeon explained to the group who looked even more confused “you know what? How about I just show you?”

Nayeon stands up and walks out the room. They stand there wondering what Nayeon brought, but that’s when it hits them, a scent, a soft lavender, combined with some of Nayeon’s muskier leather scent.

And as the members try to catch on to what this sweet scent actually is, you're walking through the door, pink blindfold matching your collar and leash. Nayeon tugs at the leash, you hastily step into her, the blindfold not helping at all. You let out a soft yelp as you walk into her.

You felt dizzy, Nayeon’s scent had been too much earlier and just as you started getting used to it eight more alphas had taken no precaution to hide their scent.

"A omega?" Jihyo says in disbelief.

"Yeaaaah, I thought we could have some fun you know? Some of us got no game and clearly need some action..." Nayeon mumbled the last bit, as all the members slowly eye Chaeyoung.

"Hey!"

"sooo I bought an Omega! I kind of own her now, so we could do whatever we want to this little slut," Nayeon shoves you towards the girls and you stumble forward with a fearful gasp. Soft arms catch you, and you're pulled onto someone's lap. A strong scent of roses causes your breathe to hitch as a hand tugs your collar and pulls your face into their neck.

"Such a sweet girl, think you can handle all of us?"

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You don't know how long it's been, everything is a blur, one moment you're on your back, taking someone's cock in your hole, another one stuffed into your mouth, your hands rubbing more of them off. Another moment you're on your knees, hands wrapped around your hair, as their thrusts get rougher and rougher.

"hngg- ack! mmph!!"

Now you're bouncing on someone else, nails digging into your hips and head dragged forward only too feel someone spit on your face, and then another hand would squish your cheeks pulling you in for a filthy kiss.

"you're taking everyone's cock so well, baby" lips would mumble onto your skin.

"c'mon take it, uhgg, s'fuckin' good"

"put her down, I wanna try s'mthing"

You're left on the floor, completely empty as you try to catch your breathe, the girls whisper around you. You shakily reach up to remove the blindfold still around your eyes, but a hand grips your wrist, you whimper as your arms are pulled behind your back and are bounded together by the leash.

"oh, we're not done with you yet, sweet omega" A sultry voice nibbles your ear. You let out a shaky gasp when you feel something cold drip onto your hole.

"w-wait, n-not- ahh!" You try to move away from the touch, but your face is brought down, cheek squishing against the cold tile, another hand lifts your hips.

"who gave you permission to speak, hmm?" A cold voice spoke sharply. "need a' plug up that little mouth of yours, huh?"

All you could do is moan and whine against the cock in your mouth as you feel something pushing in from behind,

"oh- my fuck- so tight"

You're used for hours, orgasms blurring together, as you laid on top of someone, feeling yourself get filled over and over and over again. You think you passed out at some point, because the next thing you know, you feel your blindfold getting tugged off. You flinch at the light,

"shit Nayeon, she's cute"

"god look at those pretty eyes"

Murmurs echo in your head, as you felt yourself get lifted up, a cloth wiping you down. Nayeon chuckled each time you flinched whenever she went over a sensitive spot,

"Happy anniversary, girls"

#twice x reader #twice smut #twice imagines #twice drabbles #mina smut #nayeon smut #jeongyeon smut #momo smut #sana smut #jihyo smut #dahyun smut #chaeyoung smut #tzuyu smut

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baaby-honeyy · 1 year

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is it okay if I could ask for a toxic Harry one shot with more softer tones? like maybe he could be rlly rude to her and toxic at first but then softens up later on. :)

Mittens

A/N: i know i’ve been gone for a while, but i read everything you guys send me. me and my sister are so busy with work and our family sucks, so i wasn’t too motivated. but i know you guys don’t wanna hear about that. you wanna reeeeaddd. so please, enjoy. also this is a one-shot i think.

TW: toxic/mean/soft!harry, innocent/crybaby!y/n, fluff, angst, curse words. if there’s something i didn’t list, please tell me. 💗

SUMMARY: The sidewalk you’re walking on begins to blur away with your tears. You walk with your head down, looking at your shoes as you walk. Harry’s gripping your arm, dragging you away from the thing you couldn’t stop asking him about. With your eyebrows furrowed, you try to understand why Harry just wouldn’t say yes. He gets you mostly everything you could ever want, and if doesn’t want you to have it, you’ll just have to accept it. While it took some time, you’ve gotten used to his rules and you’re grateful for Harry. But you just couldn’t let this go.

Harry sits across from you with his arms crossed, his emerald green eyes locked on you. You’re eating at his favorite Asian restaurant, slurping up the noodles he ordered for you. Harry didn't place an order for him; on days like this, when he pampers you all day long, he rarely does. He’s more than fine with that, though. He loves to see you eating and happy with what he gives you.

As you eat, you’re unaware of the black bean sauce that’s now coated your lips and cheeks, almost getting on the white sundress Harry bought you. He watches, his eyebrows slightly raised as you continue eating. He waits for you to notice the mess you’ve made, but after a few moments he grabs a napkin and calls you harshly. In one harsh movement, Harry grabs your chin, forcing your cheeks to squish together. Noodles pour out of your mouth. Your eyes grow big and wide as you stare up at Harry, who’s now pulling out his phone with his free hand.

“Wha?” You try to say when he points the phone at you, but Harry tells you to be quiet as soon as you open your mouth. The flash goes off, and Harry smiles cunningly to himself and puts his phone back in his pocket. With noodle and sauce spilling out of your mouth, you whimper at Harry, and he uses the napkin to clean you.

“Harry-”

Once you notice Harry's face getting angrier, you hesitate.

“Harry, I-”

“Shh. S’fine. Just remember what I told you about table manners, okay?” Harry tells you, his voice deep while in a reassuring tone. You nod your head at his orders and pick up your chopsticks once again.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I just really love these noodles, thank you so much for bringing me here!” As you get a good amount of noodles in your chopsticks, you can’t help your smile as you think of the sweet, savory taste of the noodles on your tongue again. Harry smiles at the sight of you, and continues to watch you eat.

“Harry, do you think we can come back here tomorro- LOOK!” You interrupt yourself with a loud, dramatic gasp, pointing outside the window. Before Harry can even blink, you’re standing on the seat with your knees, palms pressed against the cold window.

“What are you-” Harry begins, but is over-powered by your loud rambling.

“Harry, I’m gonna go outside and pet it! I’ll be right back- awww! It’s sooo cute! I’ll be one sec!”

“Pet what? No, Y/n. Get back here- Y/n!” Harry attempts to grab your arm, but you’re already out of reach.

“Bye!!” And just like that, the doorbell rings as you leave out the building, leaving Harry clueless and even more annoyed than before. He looks out the window, scoffs at the handprints you left, and looks for you before deciding to head out there with you.

Your knees begin to hurt from kneeling on the rough concrete, but you choose to ignore the pain. The only thing you care about now is the small Calico kitten that’s getting cozy in your arms. The kitty suckles on a worn-out blue mitten and drapes it from his teeth before placing it gently on your leg. He whimpers and purrs, rubbing his head onto your chest. Your eyes grow big as you gasp, feeling more connection towards the kitten.

“What the fuck did I tell you? Don’t go anywhere without telling me. Do you hear me? This is a main road, Y/n.” You gasp at Harry’s sudden booming voice, and watch as he stomps towards you with a look of extreme annoyance.

“What’s this?”

“A kitten, H! A calico kitten! Say meow!” Holding the kitten up to Harry, you take one of his paws pand make it wave at him. Harry expression remains the same.

“Get up.” He grabs your arm and lifts you up, rolling his eyes as you whine in disobedience.

“Why must I always repeat the rules to you? Are you too dense to remember them? Hm? Is that it?” Harry’s grip gets tighter as he speaks, but he lets go once he looks down to see tears filling your wide eyes.

“What? Do you want me to tell you that you can take it home? It’s not going to happen.”

“Wha- why? He won’t bother you! I promise I’ll take care of him-”

“No.” Harry says, almost immediately regretting it, though, as he sees the tears now flowing down your cheeks. Your lip quivers, as you look down at the kitten the best you can through your tears.

Harry sighs, before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his chest.

“I know, Baby. Don’t cry. Just don’t want you to get sick, okay? It’s cute, but we don’t know where this kitten has been. Put it down and we can get your favorite ice cream, yeah?”

When you don’t answer, Harry kisses the top of your head, before leaning down slightly so he can shower the rest of your face with kisses.

“Y’want more kisses? Huh? Is that what’s gonna make you feel better?” Harry’s voice is low like a whisper, kissing you soft and gentle in hopes you’ll let the whole cat thing go.

“Gonna give you all the kisses you want when we get home, okay?”

You close your eyes and whimper into Harry’s touch, and you almost give in, but the Calico’s adorable face can’t leave your mind. You look back to see the kitten licking his paws, and back up at Harry.

“Harry, please. I want him..” You say lowly, followed by a long sigh from Harry.

“I know. I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it, Baby. Maybe in the future if I-”

“In the future? But Harry, the future’s so long from now! What if this kitten is gone by then?

“We’ll find another one.”

“But what if-”

“Y/n. For fuck’s sake, get over it! You’re not getting the fucking kitten.” Harry says, grabbing your arm again, and dragging you down the side walk.

Which brings you to your impossible situation.

The sidewalk you’re walking on begins to blur away with your tears. You walk with your head down, looking at your shoes as you walk. Harry’s gripping your arm, dragging you away from the thing you couldn’t stop asking him about. With your eyebrows furrowed, you try to understand why Harry just wouldn’t say yes. He gets you mostly everything you could ever want, and if doesn’t want you to have it, you’ll just have to accept it. While it took some time, you’ve gotten used to his rules and you’re grateful for Harry. But you just couldn’t let this go.

“Stop crying already.” Harry spits out. His voice was sharp and he spoke quick, like he was already tired of hearing you complaining. You whine at his harshness, and stop your feet in attempt to get him to let go of you.

“You don’t even get me gifts anymore.” You say, your voice strained from how much your struggling. Harry turns around so quick, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of disbelief and annoyance.

“I buy you something new every fuckin’ week. Stop being spoiled.” He shoots back, before continuing to drag you back to the car. You only continue to protest and stomp your feet, making Harry’s grip on you tighten even more.

“No. You already have enough things lying around the house. Y’think I wanna buy you a living pet? Already got you to bother me."

“Har-, please! It’s just a kitten!” Your throat begins to close as you cry harder. You see Harry scoff through your blurry vision. Harry shakes his head slightly while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ annoying.” Harry mutters under his breath, before wrapping his arms around you. You don’t think anything of it, until his arms tighten around your waist, and he pulls you up onto his shoulder. Harry keeps a hand on your butt, to keep your dress from blowing up with the wind. The only thing you can see is his lower shirt, and the concrete beginning to move again as he walks.

The feeling of defeat begins to rise up in you, and you were about to give up, until you saw that cute Calico cat begin to follow you. He was the most cutest thing you could ever look at, so small and cute just like you. You thought for sure Harry would let you have him, and hearing say no repeatedly just broke your little heart.

Harry’s car was just a few blocks down. All he needed to do was get you in there and take you to an ice cream place. It works every time, when you won’t take no for an answer. Except Harry didn’t know how much this cat meant to you, and it wouldn’t just take your favorite ice cream to make you forget.

“N-no! Put me down, Harry! Put me down!” You thrash and kick your legs around in the air, pounding your fists at Harry’s back. He tries to ignore you at first, but quickly gets annoyed at your screaming and whining. Before you know it, you’re back on your own two feet staring up at Harry’s narrowed eyes.

“You don’t know when to shut your fuckin’ mouth, huh? Y’want to walk by yourself? Fine. Don’t come cryin’ to me when your feet starts to hurt, even though I’m the one who warned you that would happen if you wore those shoes.” Harry spits out, pointing down at your white MaryJanes. You look down too, staring at your white and pink frilly socks you chose.

“I’m not going to let you walk by yourself, Y/n. Just be a good girl and walk beside me, yeah? Can you do that f’me?” Harry nods slightly while he speaks, waiting for you to do the same. His tolerance for you is obviously diminishing. If he was asked to be completely honest, he would say that you don’t need a cat. He already has you to take care of, and most of the time you’re distracted by something else, so you probably wouldn’t even have to patience to take care of a cat.

You look up at him pleadingly, hoping in your heart that Harry will suddenly change his mind. The car wasn’t too far from here, and the kitten could be anywhere now. Eventually, you slowly nod your head in compliance, and Harry gives you few kisses on the top of your head for behaving.

“That’s my good girl. C’mon, little baby. Gonna get you ice-”

“Harry, look! He’s over there! I’m gonna go get him!”

Before Harry can process, your running straight for the cat, who’s across the street. Your little brain, too excited for its own good, can’t even see the traffic coming.

"Y/N— Fuck!" For Harry, everything—the cars, the people walking by, and even you—moved slowly. He didn’t even think he had enough time to grab you. You were already off the curb and into the street. Adrenaline pumps in Harry’s veins, momentum picks up in his feet, giving him enough time wrap an arm around your waist. As you scream at the unexpected touch, Harry quickly grabs you and drags you away from the street.

You try to pry Harry’s arm off of you, but he just wouldn’t let go.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?”

As soon as Harry's voice can be heard, everyone in the street looks in your direction. When he speaks, his voice is shaky and breathy, like he can’t catch his breath.

“ANSWER ME!”

Harry’s veins pop out of his neck as he screams, his eyes bloodshot from what just happened. He never experienced such intense fear. If there is even a slight chance that you were injured or worse, he wouldn't know where to start when it came to moving on. You’re far too important.

Now that you're fully sobbing, your chest is heaving with fear from the recent event. "I just-"

“Just.. shut up. Don’t talk.” Harry interrupts, then decides against listening to what you have to say. He grabs your wrist and yanks you to the car. He opens the car with the remote and immediately throws you in the backseat, instead of letting you sit with him upfront like he usually does.

“Wait-” You try to say, but Harry slams the door in your face. He walks to the drivers seat and immediately starts the car. From the backseat, you could see just how scared Harry was. You never see this in him, he’s always sarcastic and arrogant, but pleasing and sweet. Never scared. Harry fails to hide his frightened expression in the mirror.

The ride back home was torture. There was nothing said between you two, and the only thing heard was Harry’s deep sighs every few minutes. In any car ride with Harry, you could never be bored. He’d always find someway to keep you entertained, wether it was playing iSpy with you or talking about how much he loves you. This car ride was the complete opposite. You almost started to cry because the silence was so loud.

When you got back home, Harry didn’t let you in first, or even look back to see if you entered the house. He callously throws the car keys on the kitchen counter, and makes his way up the stairs.

“If you thought you were getting that kitten then, you’re definitely not getting it now.” Harry says in a mumble, but loud enough so he knows you hear him. The next thing you heard was the bedroom door slam shut, leaving you and your fuzzy brain all alone to overthink.

You contemplate whether to go in there and talk to Harry, but the look in his eyes when he was unlocking the front door- they were red and puffy, and his trembling made it harder to open the door. Ultimately, you decide that the couch was the best idea. You lay down on the couch and put your comfort show on the TV, trying your best to get rid of that guilty feeling in your chest.

When you wake, the first thing you see is you and Harry's bed sheets.

The bright morning sun awakes you from your sleep. It takes you a while to realize that you’re no longer on the couch, you’re on you and Harry’s bed, completely tucked in and under the warm covers. You notice that your sundress from yesterday has been replaced with only Harry’s t-shirt. With your eyes almost shut from the bright sun, you do your best to look on the bed and around the room for any sign of Harry. You let out a little whine when you see he’s nowhere in the room, and force yourself to get up.

Halfway down the stairs, you hear mutters of curse words and sighs coming from the floor below.

“Harry?” You speak softly, trying to assure Harry with your voice that you won’t be disobedient. There’s no answer, and when you reach the end of the stairs, you see nobody in the living room or the kitchen. Confused, and mind still fuzzy from sleep, you trudge around the house in hopes to find Harry.

“C’mon, right there, -fuck-” From the backyard, there is a faint sound, and your brows furrow in confusion as you try to understand the words.

“C’mon, that’s right, stay right there. Good girl.”

Those words make you gasp, and your thoughts start to stray in unwanted directions. The words continue to be said, and you wish that you wouldn’t have disobeyed Harry yesterday. You wish you were better for him, because now someone else is pleasing him, like you were supposed to. Your heart sinks as you race to the back door, and open it as fast as you can.

“Harry!” You say as you slam the door open, startling Harry from what he was doing. Only his lower half is visible, the other being concealed by the wall. He comes from the corner and sees you, tears running down your cheeks, and your stuffed animal in one hand.

“Baby?”

That sinking feeling immediately vanishes when you see Harry.

“You’re up.” Harry says, casually holding two Calico cats in both hands. He’s smiling awkwardly and wide, waiting for you to give him a response. You can’t, you just stand there, mouth slightly open and eyes wide.

“B-but you said-”

“Forget what I said, baby. S’not what I meant.” Harry interrupts you, and speaks softly so you know he’s not angry with you about last night. He sets the cats down in the crate that you have no idea where he got it from, and brings his attention to you.

“Was out since like four AM tryna find that cat again. Turns out he has a sis-”

Harry’s cut off by you rushing into his arms, hugging him as tight as you can.

“Thank you so much, Harry!”

“You’re welcome, Baby. Both kept running off, it took so long just to grab them-”

“I love you, I love you, I love you!” You say, voice muffled into his chest. You feel the vibration in his chest as he laughs. He takes a handful of your hair in his fist and slightly pulls it back just enough for you to look up at him.

“You know I love you too. But disobeying me isn’t the way to get what you want.”

You silently shudder to yourself and try to avoid thinking about how you behaved yesterday. You’re surprised Harry’s not even mad anymore. Usually when you act out, he’s not so forgiving this quick.

“I know I wasn’t the best yesterday either,” Harry starts, his voice low as he admits what he was doing wrong.

“Shouldn’t have scolded you like that. I know you just don’t know any better and yelling at you wasn’t the answer. Just made my baby cry.”

Staring up at Harry, who’s visibly upset with what he’s done, you step up in your tippy toes to kiss him gently on the forehead.

“I’m okay, Harry. I-I shouldn’t have ran into the street-” With your gaze completely avoiding Harry’s stare, you try hard to finish your sentence without sobbing.

“And I’m really, really s-”

“I know, Kitten.”

“Huh?” You ask, still avoiding Harry’s gaze at you.

“I know you’re sorry, Baby..”

Harry pauses, as he doesn’t know wether to tell you this, or just leave it as something only he knows.

“You were crying in your sleep..” Harry fights the urge to look down too. He knows if he wouldn’t have been so harsh in you about Mittens in the first place, you would’ve never acted out, and Harry has known you long enough to know that you don’t know any better.

“Poor baby was cryin’ in her sleep.. I’ve never felt more shame in my life. How could I make such a sweet girl cry?” Harry speaks, more to himself than to you, as he looks off into the backyard, and than back towards you.

“I’m so, so, sorry..” You say in a whisper, almost choking the horrible feeling rising in your throat.

“Mm,” Harry mumbles, taking his hand and caressing you cheek with it to get you to calm down, as he sees you’re already out of breath with emotion. You can’t help but shudder at his new stern tone when he starts talking again.

“Understand that you have to be careful, Y/n. I know I made the mistake of just scolding you, and yelling at you, but when you ran into the street..”

Harry pauses.

“You know I would be lost without you.” He takes another pause, like he knows once he starts talking he won’t be able to stop until it’s all out. But he decides, that’s okay. As long as you know how vital you are.

“There quite literally is no other you. I-I can't replace you, Y/n. And I know I'm an ass, and I’m arrogant and annoying ninety percent of the time, but, know that you're all I have. You have to be careful, Y/n. Jus' be careful for me, alright? Jus' bear that in mind.”

Harry’s voice remains in a low rhythm. Cool fingertips slide across your cheek as he takes in every detail of your face, his gaze full of longing and remorse. And, as you saw for the first time before, fear.

You don't realize that when you glance up at Harry, another melancholy expression has crept upon your face, and tears have risen in your eyes. Harry’s own eyes dilate at you, and he smooths his thumb across your furrowed brow.

“You’re not in trouble, baby. S’okay.”

Harry’s eyes flicker back and forth between yours, and he gently leans in to kiss your nose. The kiss was so light and sweet, like the kiss of a butterfly, making you feel warm inside.

“Don’t you wanna play with your kittens?” Harry asks, his voice light and inviting. You immediately nod your head frantically, as if you couldn’t wait any longer. Sitting down on the grass, you grab both cats and sit them in your lap. The boy immediately begins to cherish you, waving his tail in your face and purring. The girl, however, isn’t too fond of you yet. She turns away from you, and wanders the backyard.

“What’re you gonna name them?” Harry asks, grabbing a chair and sitting down in front of you. You pause at his question, trying your hardest to think of names that suit these cats.

“I dunno. This one will be Mittens,” You start, scratching under the cat’s chin, making him purr and his eyes dilate.

“Because when we found each other, he was chewing on a blue mitten!”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at you, because you were so happy now that you got what you wanted. He knows he can’t always continue to spoil you, but when your his good girl (he won’t admit it, but even when you’re bad), he can never say no.

“And the girl?”

“She’ll be.. she’ll be..” The words don’t come out. Your fuzzy little brain, only filled with excitement, just gives up. Harry gives a sympathetic pout at your confusion before speaking.

“S’fine baby, you can decide later. Wanna bring ‘‘em inside?”

Whipping your neck up at Harry, your eyes go big at the opportunity you never thought you’d have.

“Yes!! Thank you so much!!” You say, practically screaming at how excited you are. You begin to pick up Mittens, but you stop once you hear Harry’s voice.

“Woah, before you go, what’re you forgetting?”

A gasp escapes your mouth at Harry’s sudden harsh tone. His face is completely straight, with not a hint of emotion. Your brain goes crazy at what you could’ve forgotten this time. Looking at Harry only made it worse for you, as he’s sitting back on the chair with his legs spread wide, green eyes locked on yours. You take him in, looking at every part of him, until you just.. move.

Practically jumping in to Harry’s lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his soft, plump lips. His eyes go wide at you, but quickly close as he feels he feels your mouth move with his. He tried to keep the kiss going for longer, but he couldn’t contain his laughter, and you couldn’t either. Even you are surprised at your sudden confidence.

“Haha, good girl! That’s not what I meant, but good girl. Was talkin’ about the crates, baby. Gotta take responsibility.” Answering with an obedient nod, you wrap your arms more tightly around Harry’s neck. You and Harry kiss a few more times, before he gently taps the side of your thighs as a signal for you to hop off his lap. When you do, Harry grabs the girl cat, and you grab Mittens.

You head back towards the door, Harry letting you in first. You reach the living room and begin to set Mittens down, but pause and look for Harry. You give him a pleading look, your eyes asking him if it’s okay to let the cats play here.

He gives you a small nod of approval, smiling at how obedient you’re being. You set down Mittens, and Harry sets down the girl cat. As soon as Mitten’s paws hit the floor, he wanders around curiously with his sister. You watch them go for a few moments before following them.

“Wait up, Mittens!” You say, as if he can understand you. Mittens watches you catch up, and you gently pick him up in your arms. Sitting back down, you place Mittens in your lap again and begin to pet his soft fur. Once you scratch underneath his chin, he closes his eyes and purrs, leaning into your touch.

Now sitting on the couch, Harry is just staring at the kitten and you. How could he have deprived you of something like this? You look so happy with the kitten, and the feeling of guilt begins to rise in him the more he looks at you. Regardless of how Harry acted earlier, happiness and contentment is all he could want for you. There’s no doubt that you’re spoiled, though. You always get what you want from Harry eventually, and he wonders if you knew that this whole time.

Harry laughs gently to himself at the sight of your smile and the sound of your giggles. You look up at him, his gaze locked on you and the kitten as he remains leaned back on the couch.

“What ya lookin at, Harry?” You ask between enthusiastic giggles.

“M’ lookin at my girl, my spoiled girl. Who told you that you can get whatever you want, hm? Was that my doing?”

With you and Harry’s gazes still locked on each other’s, you laugh before answering, as you pet Mittens.

“It’s all your fault, Harry!”

“Right, baby. S’all my fault.” Harry responds, getting off the couch and beginning to sit down on the floor next to you. He pauses midway so he can kiss your head gently. You pat the spot next to you so Harry can sit, and the girl cat, who’s done wandering now, warily makes her way towards Harry.

The girl cat hesitates for a moment before tentatively biting and chewing on his index finger, still not particularly amused. He takes the opportunity to touch her again, and when he does, she immediately begins purring and meowing in response to the touch. Harry and you both chuckle at her response.

Even with the little time Harry’s spent with the kittens, he can understand what made you want them so badly. The way you purr when you get what you want, the way you whine when you don’t, and how you’re constantly begging for his attention all reminds him of a kitten. That’s why he began calling you one in the first place.

“Reminds me of someone.”

“Who?” You ask, voice high and curious. Harry doesn’t respond right away, choosing his words before speaking.

“Who’s my Kitten?”

When you don’t answer right away, Harry repeats his question.

“Who’s my good little Kitten?”

You answer with a wide, gushing smile, holding Mittens up to your cheeks as you do.

“S’ right, Baby. Now you got some Kittens of your own. Think you’re ready? It’s a really big respons-”

Harry accidentally cuts himself off with a yawn, tiredly ruffling his hair as he does. He blinks his eyes a few times too, not being able to see clearly.

“M’ sorry, Baby. Like I said, only slept like thirty minutes yesterday. I’m gonna stay up and watch you play, though, alright? Don’t wanna miss this.”

You nod unseemly, continuing to play with your new kitties, while Harry takes a seat back on the couch. The way that Mittens loves on you makes you feel so warm and happy. You get easily lost in your happiness, and time just slips from your mind.

Your head shoots up when you hear soft snores come from above you. Harry lays fallen back against the couch, and his mouth slightly open as he breathes heavily. His hair is ruffled completely, and his brows are creased with discomfort.

Gently and quietly, you set Mittens down and tip toe towards Harry. You bring a gentle hand towards his cheek, slightly rubbing him so he wakes up.

Harry’s eyes shoot up at you, and across the living room as he processes where he is.

“F-fuck, I’m sorry, Baby. I thought I could-”

“Harry,” You interrupt, a frown appearing on your face, which contagiously gives Harry one too, at the sight of yours. You’re visibly upset, because you know the lengths Harry will go through to make sure you always get what you want. The fact that he’ll stay up just to watch you play makes you feel even more guilty.

“You have to sleep,” You say in a low whisper, being mindful of how sleepy Harry is. He slowly makes his way off the couch, stopping and yawning before completely getting up. You two begin to head up the stairs, but you stop once you see Mittens and his sister carefully follow behind you.

“I know you don’t want them on the bed, but can we at least bring the crates in the room so they won’t be lonely?” You beg as politely as you can, mentally cringing at the thought of Harry saying no. You won’t cry though, because you know you’ve asked a lot of Harry today.

“What?” You hear Harry say, his voice deep, and almost incoherent with sleepiness. "No, leave the crates," and your stomach drops. Despite your disappointment, you start to let it go as you look down.

“They can sleep with us.” Harry grabs both cats, who were silently cleaning each other below you. Mentally throwing a party, you smile gratefully and begin to walk up the stairs with Harry and the cats.

After Harry places the cats on your large, plush bed, he begins changing out of the clothing he was still wearing from yesterday. The cats immediately begin to explore, delicately pulling at the covers with their claws. You assist Harry with changing his clothes because he was too worn out to manage it himself. He initially resisted a little, insisting he was alright, but after repeatedly stumbling and swearing, he gave up.

“Look at you, takin’ care of me for a change,” Harry smirks at you followed by a yawn, while you giggle.

“Mm, thank you, Baby.” When you’re done, Harry grants you with a kiss on the nose as a thank you.

Once you’re finished, you and Harry crawl in bed together, and Harry brings you up close to his chest, kissing your head just before his eyes flutter shut.

“Are you happy, Y/n?” He asks, voice getting husky with sleepiness.

“Mhm! I love you so much. I still can’t believe I have Mittens!” You say, not being able to contain the excitement in your voice. Harry only laughs lightly, kissing your head once more.

“Mm… Good. Than so am I.”

With you in Harry’s chest, Mittens laying by your shoulder, and his sister laying by your feet, you and Harry begin to fall into slumber. You couldn’t be any happier.

A/N~ what should the female cat’s name be?🐈 i hope you enjoyed, and please leave name suggestions if you want to. <3 thanks for reading! and yes, ruin part 2 is coming very very soon. like sooner than soon, lol.

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filmbyjy · 1 year

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MUNCHKIN JUNGWON (1)

— main HYBRID masterlist

SUMMARY: you’ve always wanted a pet cat. finally, when your parents got you one…you didn’t expect it to be a boy with furry ears and tail? either ways, he was still lovely.

WORD COUNT: 482 words

warnings: nothing at all :)

NOTE: now you must be wondering.. "why did you choose jungwon as a munchkin?" reason being they are cute and small and loveable and i wanna squish. plus they are friendly and sociable. ehem and they have cute tiny legs which makes them small :( also I know jungwon’s birthday pass by a long time ago but HAPPY BIRTHDAY WON🥹🫶🏻

ever since you were little, you've always dreamt of having a pet. not just any type of pet. you wanted a cat. an adorable, fluffy, small, fun and sociable cat. however, your parents were never fond of having animals around the house. something along the lines of pets being troublesome and a mess around the house.

it was unfortunate for you and so you grew up without a furry friend. that is until, one day...when you came home. your parents surprised you with a boy?

"(name) this is jungwon. he is a cat uhh person." your dad says.

the boy's feline eyes fell onto your figure and you felt your whole body shiver. he was...attractive. his ears twitch as dust falls, his fluffy tail swishing behind him. the boy tilts his head in curiosity (not that it would kill him)

"go ahead jungwon, how about you meet your real owner." your mom sweetly tells the boy. jungwon hesitates before stepping forward towards you.

"the adoption centre said he is about your age so you two would make great friends."

you raised your hand carefully to pet the boy. he lowers his head down awkwardly for you to pet. his hair was soft and fluffy, you hear one soft purr before he covers his mouth and blushes.

"it's okay. i think it's cute that you purr. besides, it's your nature." you whisper to the boy. he nods.

"alright, good luck. he is your responsibility now." your dad says.

"thank you and i love you!!"

"love you too, honey." your mom says. your parents left to do their own things and you were left with the boy in front of you.

"so jungwon." you held your hand out. "i'm (name). i guess i am your owner from now on. you don't have to be afraid of me. i don't bite."

he nods. you were kinda little bummed out he didn't want to talk but you understood that he might just need to adjust and get used to the new environment.

"are you hungry?"

the boy nods. you smiled, "in that case...have you tried curry before?"

he shakes his head. "alright, well. let's order some. hmm and maybe some pizza too."

you quickly made the order. it arrives 20 minutes later. when the doorbell rings, jungwon hides behind the couch. worried of an intruder. you went over to open the door.

"thank you." you say. the guy eyes you up and down.

"you're really pretty." the delivery boy says. you tilt your head.

"uh, thank you?"

"oh, i'm so sorry. it sounded it little creepy, i just-" you felt jungwon clinging onto you. he frowned.

"sorry buddy but she already has a boyfriend." jungwon hisses. the boy gets scared by jungwon's gaze. he nods and leaves. jungwon shuts the door and leaves your side.

you were confused. why did jungwon say that?

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star-sparkler · 4 months

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Question: What's August's relationship with Draxum like? What was his reaction to being told/shown that Donnie apparently has a kid now? Did he ever get to hold her when she was smol bean? Is he proud goat grandpa???

Question 2: And does August only exist in the Apocalypse-Future timeline, or does she exist in the normal timeline, too? If so, what's different? (cause I think I've only ever seen her in the bad future) Question 3: I know August has a softshell like Donnie- has she ever gotten injured in the shell, or given Donnie a heart attack by doing something dangerous that /almost/ hurt her in the shell? (or barely grazed her?)

August is bestest bean and she and Donnie are so cute and I wanna hold her and squish her lil face so baddd- 🥺

ok bai *skitters away*

August has a very good relationship with GrandBarry Draxum!! He was actually the second person Donnie told about August, primarily to get a second opinion on whether or not she was viable and what he should do to ensure she stayed safe and healthy as she grew / and the best way to go about it. Draxum was definitely taken aback when Donnie admitted he'd sort-of cloned himself but I don't think he fully registered the whole 'oh that makes me a grandpa' until much later. Early on he was just in alchemical scientist mentor review mode and focusing on what it meant for Donatello rather than anyone else. He likely saw a lot of himself in Purple. When August is born, GrandBarry (named by Mikey) is reluctant to hold her but cajoled into it (probably also by Mikey) and ends up falling in love from the moment he holds her and looks at that sweet little face. Great big 'well it's not a perfect clone but it's still somehow....perfect anyway? My creation made a creation? I'm proud? I'm connected to this new little being? This new little being is important to me? mY CREATION MADE A CREATION AND THIS IS THE CREATION OF MY CREATION??' feelings. Suffice to say, he's very proud. I think with time Barry gets better about showing affection to his weird family and is definitely one of those grandpas who are stern with their kids but incredibly soft with their grandkids. Bonus stuff I've yelled at some buddies in the past: Fnvdjkfj Barry looking at the August in the tube and then to Donnie who’s like 8I nervous finger tapping against his own thighs. “Soooooooo-“ “Well it certainly is a baby.” “Correct.” “My only question is HOW?” Okay actually Barry and Donnie would probably just dive into explanations and scientific mumbo jumbo. I think Barry would just take it at face value at first before like. After they’ve gone over everything he’s just. ‘I recognize I’m not exactly” grimace, eye roll, and finger quotes “~father of the year~, as Yoshi might say. But I feel I should remind you that you have an actual life in your hands with this. You realize the gravity of that, don’t you?” Donnie rubbing an arm and avoiding eye contact “I have thought, rationalized, and explored every possibility regarding this ad nauseam to myself and….yes.” “Yes, you realize?” “Yes, I realize.” “And you are going to do everything in your power to do better by this child than I or your father have done by you?” “….Yes.” Barry nods, there’s a beat to let it settle, and then he pats Donnie a little awkwardly but firmly on the shoulder. “Then permit me to offer you a congratulations, Donatello. You are a father now.” Draxum reluctantly holding August like: This is far from a successful clone but… Mikey: buuuuuUUuUuUT???? :3 Donnie: choose your next words wisely, Sheep Man. Leo: Very wisely. August: Draxum: August: [chirp] Draxum: [long suffering sigh. Slight blush] She is….an acceptable creation.

August's main timeline is the good future! It's what I normally post about for her unless otherwise stated. U3U The main difference between the AUs is the setting. Little shifts in character relationships that come from the adutlts living different lives in the good and bad timelines. In the bad, Donnie passes away when August is young, so she's raised by her family with Leo as the final guardian say on things but most of the day to day care by Mikey and April, depending on who's available. Bad Timeline August is more interested in tinkering / mechanical maintenance / inventing than in the good (a way to keep Donnie's memory close as well as a way to be helpful while young, as she's kept far from danger by her family. But you've got a curious, spirited, determined-to-prove-herself child genius locked in a bunker all her life so that's absolutely a recipe for August getting into dangerous shenanigans as she gets older. Everything in the bad timeline is movie canon compliant so she doesn't go back in time with Casey Jr. She's presumed dead, and inadvertently left behind in the bad timeline. But her story doesn't end bad. I'll tell that one another time tho. ;3c Good timeline August is most of what I've posted. She's a goody-two-shoes spitfire who carries more weight than she should, determined to make her family proud and carry on the Hamato legacy. In both universes she's deeply proud of her heritage and family and loves them more than she knows what to do with. But her goals are more becoming-the-next-Hamato-leader orientated in the good timeline. Bonus chart: https://star-sparkler.tumblr.com/post/735187057887051777/i-saw-a-post-before-of-you-saying-that-in-the

Oh yeah she's scared Donnie loooooads of times. August is a little monkey with her family, constantly climbing them and hanging off of them. Which is fine, because her family has quick reflexes and are invested in keeping the baby safe. But it's a nerve wracking thing to see your tiny daughter scaling your giant spiky eldest brother like a mountainous jungle gym. She's also keen to play rougher than she should and doesn't have much awareness of her own limits when she's small. So there's a lot of Donnie chasing tiny August around with her "Roughhousing Shell" and demanding she wear it while August does everything in her power to Not wear it / conveniently forget where she put it or lose it / hide from Papa when he gets the Roughhousing Shell out (she doesn't like how it feels on her sensitive soft shell. That's something she'll get better about with age / experience / Donnie adjusting it to be more August friendly though). Heehee thank you for the interest in Augie! ;v; <3

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bird-inacage · 10 months

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Wedding Plan | EP1 Behind the Scenes: Peat being a Smol Bean

I just thought he was adorable. The little flapping duckling arms?? I wanna squish him so bad.

#LITA #love in the air #love in the air series #wedding plan #wedding plan the series #prapaisky #paisky #fortpeat #peat wasuthorn #fort thitipong #definition of precious

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xxshadowbabexx · 2 months

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Can I request a König with a tiny cat-girl reader? HC or fic. There's no reason for this specific request. Nope. :3

Not here with a 150cm catgirl OC.

Purrfect

Trigger Warning: heavy fluff, brief mention of mating cycles, mentions of getting high (on catnip)

authors note: YOUR OC IS SO CUTE OMG I WANNA SQUISH HER CHEEKS

König would be so whipped

He’s not sure what he loves more, your tail, ears, or paws

When he’s proud of you he’ll scratch behind your ears, and press kisses to your tail

He also loved to watch your paws flex

He thinks it’s so adorable, seeing your little toe beans stretch and claws come out

Literally makes the “🥺” face whenever you do so

König will absolutely let you make biscuits on his soft tummy or plush thighs

He’ll coo at you, too

In his (not so humble) opinion, everything you do is praiseworthy

You cannot go a day without some form of praise from him

Even on missions where he has to go radio-silent, he’ll have lower ranks deliver messages of praise that he wrote down on a sticky note to you

Since he is often away for work, he cherishes nights spent with you

Always insists on falling asleep with his head resting on your chest

The sound of your heartbeat is so calming to him

And if you purr? He’s out within seconds

And he will do virtually anything to make you purr

Your happiness is his happiness

He’ll ask you a lot pf questions relating to cat biology and how it affects you

do you have a mating cycle?

are there any cat-bound illnesses you can get?

do you bathe yourself with your tongue?

etc

He won’t judge any of your answers, he just wants to know how to be better for you

He definitely asks your permission to make a voice recording of your purring

so that he can listen to it as he falls asleep on nights without you

Has no problem in engaging with any cat-like interests of yours

You want to chase a laser? He’s going to buy one from the nearest pet store

You want to catch a mouse? He has bought every one at the shop

You want to get high on catnip? He’s buying you all you desire, and if you’re comfortable he’ll smoke a joint so that he’s in a silly goofy mood with you

Overall, König would still love you if you weren’t part cat, but it definitely makes him love you more

#konig call of duty #cod konig #konig #konig mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod #cod x reader #cat hybrid #catgirl

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intistone · 4 months

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Now i kinda wanna know what sun and moons reaction would be to see follower eclipse. Would they be confused? Would they bully him cus yknow.. no powers? Would they feel sorry for him?

Also can i just say they are beans in my eyes and i love them? All 3 of them. They are smol babys and i just wanna squish their cheeks

“…and I find it amusing.”

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nifreti-ii · 5 months

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Mmm, smoke~

Wanted to just say his hands (claws??) reminded me of cat paws and I FUCKING DIED. Now I can't stop thinking about just grabbing his hand and gently pressing into his fingertips. I know there are no toe beans but the claws help fool me T-T.

I SWEAR TO GOD I want to squish, pinch, and smooch his cheeks. Tell him how pretty he is and wipe away all his insecurities ^~^. UGH Words do not express how much I wanna big spoon this bitch ajsghdiuakysg >:0

And @clrdgaze please take care of yourself, you are wonderful, and need to focus on yourself first and foremost! /gen (im bad at words) (I also saw the tweet, take as long as you need)

I'm debating on whether drawing… Zachary… ONLY because I like roses and want to find an excuse to draw them. Of course, the idea I have in mind is a thirst trap, and its for a bitch I don't even like smh /hj (still wanna smack him on the top of the head :>)

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#digital art #fanart #my art #digital drawing #art #my fanart #yandere #clrdgazevn #clrdgaze #coloredgazeseth #coloredgazevn #yandere vn

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thelampisaflashlight · 8 months

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Calm Me Down

[A little bonus ficlet about where Lamb went after their encounter with Rain. Feat. Copia and Special.] Below the cut.

"Ah, Agnello, I was wondering when you would be back." Copia smiles as Lamb shuffles through the door to his office, frowning when he sees the tear tracks running down their cheeks, "Oh, Angello... Come here, come to Papa."

He holds his hands out for the ghoul, who wanders over and climbs onto his lap without hesitation, making themself as small as possible, tail tucked round them protectively.

Copia rubs their back.

"Did you get frightened by something, little one, huh?" he asks, "Or maybe you're just tired, yes? A late night will do that to you..."

Lamb chirps in response.

"Is that it? You're tired?" Copia hums, "Or is it because you bit Rain earlier, huh?"

Lamb tenses, but Copia pats them gently.

"You're not in trouble, and I know Rain told you as much." he says, "The siblings were just worried about you, for you really... Can you tell me what happened? Why you bit him?"

"...Didn't know he was there." Lamb mumbles into Copia's lapel, squishing down even more into themself.

"Ahh..." the older man nods, "You were sleeping, it's only natural you didn't know."

"...Bad..." Lamb says, "Bad, bad, bad."

"Not bad." he assures them, "Why would you think..."

"...Dangerous." they whine, "Sleep."

Copia repeats the words Lamb has said and gives them a little squeeze, "It's different here."

"It's different here." he says, "No one will get hurt or go away because you went to sleep. No one will hurt you either..."

"Papa..."

"Yes?"

"The papa before..."

"Agnello..." Copia closes his eyes, "That was not your fault."

"Omega..."

"Knows you weren't involved. He never blamed you."

"Was asleep..." Lamb whimpers, "Shouldn't sleep... Scary..."

"It's alright." Copia shushes them, reaching into one of his desk drawers, shuffling through the junk crammed inside until he finds his phone...

"It's alright."

...and calls someone more suited to comforting the poor traumatized ghoul in his arms.

"You know, you call me to your office so little, people are starting to speculate that we might be the same person." Special teases, "I'm obviously more handsome, but I digress... Well, give."

He does grabby hands towards Lamb, who is still very much curled up in Papa's lap.

The man sighs and shifts slightly to allow Special to pick up the little ghoul, who whines at the loss of contact, but calms almost instantly when Special nuzzles the top of their head.

"...How bad is it?" the older ghoul asks, adjusting his hold on Lamb.

"Terzo." Papa supplies, and Special nods gravely.

"Very bad then." he says, pausing when Lamb whimpers, "Not you. You're not bad. You're in a bad state, but not bad."

"They bit Rain."

"Ooohhh~ Naughty." Special cackles, "Ehn, those band ghouls can take a couple nibbles now and then. They don't fight nearly enough."

"And you do?" Papa questions, raising an eyebrow, assessing the string bean of a ghoul standing before him.

"Why fight my battles for myself when I have Cowbell?" he quips, "I'm Work smarter not harder, yes? Anyway, I'll be taking this little sheep with me."

"Make sure they sleep!" Papa calls as Special kicks the door shut behind himself, "Satanas..."

Special hums and adjusts the ball of ghoul in his arms.

"Let's get you to bed, yeah?"

He presses a small kiss to the top of their head, making Lamb grumble.

"Ah-ah-ah, none of that!" Special scolds, "You're going to take a nap with Bells and I."

"Don't wanna... you guys stink."

"So do you, little sheep."

"Not napping with ghouls..."

"I'm sure you've heard it a million times, Baa-Baa, but you, too, are a ghoul, and you're really missing out on a lot of snuggle piles not letting yourself embrace it." Special pouts, then grins devilishly, "Maybe that's why you're so stubborn, you want to be snuggled by a special ghoul that isn't moi, hm~? Maybe a certain water ghoul who you can't seem to keep from-YEOUCH!"

#lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #special ghoul #copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost band oc #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic #nameless ghoul oc

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cherry-pop-elf · 3 months

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Chubby George Weasley 🧡 Headcanons

Because Fuck You, I Wanna!

The weight didn’t exactly start, until the shop had been open for a while. They were put into a position of a very stable income, and didn’t have to worry about food anymore. Along with breaking some habits, such as eating less so Ron and Gin could eat more

Was more so actually healthy weight, compared to being bean pole thin all the time. Still was over all slender, as they did a bunch of Manuel labor and hands on work, just didn’t look like they’ll pass out if you don’t keep their blood sugar high enough

After the war? Yeah, he had to fight depression somehow. Baking was what soothed him, and he was also needing to keep the shop steady for a while. Until Ron came to help, of course

You still couldn’t tell he gained some extra pounds, given his attire slime him greatly, but he’s got that soft chub. That sweet dad belly pillow that every kid gets in their childhood, that makes it the perfect spot for naps

It more so went into his stomach, thigh area. Due to beating a beater, he had a lot of muscle to work with. As we know, muscle is still excess. So when it’s relaxed, it’s all soft and squishy. So he has a rather evened out chubbibess, which is why it’s hard to notice when he’s in his work attire

He is so cuddly, and makes for the best napping partner. Always smelling sweet from the shop, with that good bear hug squeeze. Given there is still muscle under the squish after all

He’s rather self conscious of going soft, but this man deserves to not stress about it. He’s healthy, he survived a war, he built an empire, grew up poor where food was always scare to begin with, lost his ear which made him partially deaf, and lost his twin. He’s allowed to finally have some stress off his shoulders

The children definitely love that he’s not stuck thin anymore. They can just run up, to their favorite shop owner, and get the best hugs EVER. Big squishy hugs, and the comfort of his warm personality

Because he went back deeper into baking, from the stress of the second war, you know he’s somehow mastered being a master at baking. You know you can count on him for the best desserts and sweets you could ever dream of

He is shy about his belly, but the kids certainly help him with it. It’s a dad bod. He deserves it. Stretch marks and all. The kids love hugging him, and it’s nice to no longer have to be so stressed on his appearance. The community utterly adores him, and will protect him as much as he protects them

Anyone who says anything honestly might get attacked by his employees before he even says a word. He makes sure his employees are provided for. Dental even! Bet your ass he’s the community dad, of Diagon alley

Freckled. Belly. Need I say more? Freckles, scars, tattoos, and a sweet little happy trail

The best hugs, the best sweets, the warmest soul. What more could anyone want?

Please tag me in any Chubby Georgie Art/Fanfics/Whatever pls!

((Yes this kinda stemmed from the fact it’s very hard to lose weight because of my health issues and I’m projecting, but also chubby Georgie hugs))

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softsweetwhispers · 3 months

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I bought a neapolitan ice cream, candy pink and vanilla bean white and oak brown, a perfect scoop of tooth-achy goodness, topped with a bright red cherry. My hands, one wrapped around the crispy waffle cone, the other wrapped around you, fingers clinging to your arm. You pulled back, but I didn’t let go, stumbling a clumsy dance into your arms.

I gasped as the ice cream, teetering dangerously in my hand, nearly got squished into your coat. You laughed, loud and unapologetic, even at the looks of others. Let them look, I thought, for their eyes don’t matter as long as yours is on me.

You finally relented and curled yourself around me. Your arm snaked around my waist, and a warmth like no other spread across me. I could feel it through the cold material of your jacket, through the flurry of angel white falling from the sky, through the numbing temperature of my dessert.

You bent down your head and grabbed the maraschino cherry, all without letting go of me. Your white teeth scraped against the juicy red and you peered up at me. I wanted to kiss you, fruit and all, just to see the heat rush to your cheeks. To see them turn the color of, well – cherries.

Instead, I smiled. That you don’t know how much you mean to me smile. That I would buy a hundred icecreams if it meant seeing you like this smile. That I wanna be that cherry smile.

| k. - @nosebleedclub x. maraschino cherries

#musings of moments in a life that comes of and brings nothing signficant #the nosebleed club & its inspirations #drawn from the life around me #original writing #poetry #writing #original poetry #prose piece #story prompt #original story #writing prompt #prose poetry #soft poetry #love poetry #love poem #lgbtq poetry

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