#look at those floofy cheeks!
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Feline Fiasco
Hetalia x Reader
This is written for a female reader but there isn't really anything specific that would suggest that besides a few references. If you want to read, I'm not going to stop you.
Also (Y/n) is completely uninterested in the countries for the majority of this, all she's interested in is the cats. This is way fluffier than anything else I've posted, which is two things, and this part is relatively America-centric because (Y/n) works for him. This is also way less quality work than those two posts but idk deal with it?
There is more to this but it's unfinished and I'll probably never post it. My friend also helped with the cat names so if you don't like them... uh assume that they chose them. One last note, I thought it would be funny to write the accents so you also have to deal with that.
As one of the many secretaries working in the White House, it was actually quite a surprise to you that you ended up as the main secretary to the human personification of the U.S.A.
Because of this, you had become quite close to Mr. F. Jones and more importantly: his cat.
You couldn't help but coo at the adorable and floofy feline. Sure, you should probably finish filing those papers, but national security can wait a few more minutes. Besides you couldn't resist the allure of the purr. It would be an understatement to say, when you learned that the other personifications also had furry friends of their own, you were excited.
America didn't want you interacting with the other countries, especially not Russia. But you honestly didn't care and you weren't the recording secretary for those meetings, so it's not like you were in attendance anyways. That somehow didn't stop you from having to tag along and meeting more nation cats; of which you weren't sure why they had brought them along in the first place. It's not like you were complaining.
Ball of fur after ball of fur. No cat went un-petted. Except for Germany's cat; he had evaded you time and time again. But no longer! For today was the last day and you were going to pet that cat if it was the last thing you did.
There it was. It's sleek black fur, the ribbon in Germany's signature colors around its neck, and that always alert look on its face. He would evade you no more. You crouched down in your very inflexible pencil skirt and prepared to pounce.
"Vhat are jou doing?" A voice thick with a German accent called out, startling you and the cat who decided to bound back towards him and into his arms.
"Uhhhh." You blanked.
"You're America's secretary right? Vat vere jou trying to do to my cat?" He questioned, eyes narrowing with suspicion.
You gulped and tried to explain your actions in a way that didn't sound absolutely ridiculous.
"I-uh. I wanted to pet your cat and… he kept evading me and I thought if I snuck up on him that I could pet him." You looked away and pitifully whispered, "Sorry."
"If jou vanted to pet him, all you had to do was ask."
"Really!?" Your eyes lit up and you looked up at the German with pure and unbridled excitement. He coughed and looked away with a slight blush resting on his cheeks.
"Of course." He held the cat out. You, with no hesitation whatsoever, immediately started to adore and love the cat, even shifting it from Germany's arms to your own.
As you continued to pet the cat, who despite his earlier refusal, seemed quite happy, you asked Germany a question. "My name's (Y/n). What's yours if you're willing to share? No pressure though."
His eyes widened a bit before he shook it off and gave you an answer. "Ludwig Beilschmidt." He responded, studying his cat. "Germouser seems to like jou."
You could barely stifle a laugh at the name he had given to the black cat. He sensed your amusement and gave an explanation.
"Feli- Italy named him. I vas going to name him Johann or something similar. Italy was zoroughly horrified by my suggestions and vould not rest until I vent vith his."
You smiled at the Italian's antics and shook your head with amusement. "Germouser is a fine name for an absolutely wonderful cat."
Germany seemed to get flustered again as he watched you coo at his cat, completely ignoring his presence. He would have just left him with you, but the meeting was starting soon and he didn't want to be late. Luckily for him, America decided to pop around the corner, demanding your attention. So you were forced to give up the precious kitty cat and return with Mr. Jones.
Alfred was annoyed. Not at you but at everyone else. Why did they have any right to be around you? You were an American citizen. His citizen. Sure, all you were really interested in was their cats. But what if you thought that they and their cats were so cool that you left him and went to live in a different country instead? He couldn't let that happen.
"So, (Y/n), dude, broette." He said on the way to the meeting room. "Here's the deal."
You gave him a look and raised an eyebrow.
"I need someone to watch Hero for me and my sitter flaked so you're gonna be watching him." He fingered-gunned at you and stars seemed to shine in the air around him. This, of course, was nothing new to you. It wasn’t like you would have rather been attending the meeting anyways.
So you stayed in a different unoccupied meeting room with a lovely, furry friend. It wasn't until he started hissing at a corner that you were in trouble.
"Hero, what's wrong?" You asked, concerned at the agitated cat. His tail bristled up and his ears flattened down as he took a defensive position. Out of nowhere another fluffy cat waltzed in from the very corner that Hero had been hissing at. It was Boris, a cat that belonged to Russia.
You hadn't actually gotten to pet him yet because to be honest, you were also scared of Russia. But… He wasn't around… and his cat was. And his cat was purring.
That was about all the reasoning that you needed to brush past Hero and scoop Boris up into your arms. The former started yowling for your attention and followed you as you went to sit down with the Russian cat.
You laid down on the plush carpeted floor and lifted the cat that you were holding up above you. Boris’ fluffy body was placed onto your chest and he immediately started purring louder once he got comfortable. He nuzzled his face into your neck, much to the annoyance of the American cat. Hero yowled at you and pawed at Boris, desperately trying to get him off.
Boris only gave him a smug look in return and kneaded into you, further solidifying his spot. Hero decided that it wasn’t worth the fight and that he was going to get his owner to remove the Russian cat and put him back into his mother’s lap: aka you.
The surprisingly smart and agile cat leapt around the room and pushed down the door handle, slipping out through the crack. You didn’t notice this as you were currently immersed in the bliss of a cat sitting on you and letting you pet it.
Eventually the purring lulled you into a peaceful and warm slumber, the two of you deciding to take a cat nap.
It would be Russia who found you first. Ivan realized that his cat had gone missing and he honestly didn’t care enough about the meeting to stay. It's not like anyone would try to stop him.
So as Hero bounded down the halls towards the meeting room, Mr. Ivan Braginsky came from the other direction; his sense of where his cat was at any one moment was completely uncanny.
The Russian gradually opened the wooden door and it quietly opened without any resistance. He turned his head towards where he heard purring and was met with a surprising sight. It was America’s secretary, with his cat, lying, with his cat.
You were breathing softly and the movements of your chest moving up and down also moved Boris. Ivan couldn’t help but faintly smile at the sight. Said cat opened a singular eye to acknowledge the new presence in the room. He flicked his tail and settled back into his spot. Not wanting to bother you or the cat, Ivan pulled out a chair and sat down.
He pulled out some paperwork, seemingly from nowhere, and began to work on it. The sounds of your quiet breathing, combined with the light purr from Boris, made for a calming work environment.
As the three of you remained in peaceful bliss, another kitty cat was running around the corner on the never ending search for food. Itabby trotted up and down the corridors looking for an open door that might lead to some food that didn’t come from England. Her golden fur glimmered as the sun shined through the many windows in the building. She looked over at a door that had opened slightly and was too blinded by the thought of food to notice the scarily familiar scent coming from the room.
Itabby scampered over to the door but screeched and meowed as she was sent flying by an American blonde and his equally irritated cat. She tentatively peered around the door at the scene forming.
“HEY!” Alfred yelled, startling both you and the cat. You shot up straight, Boris falling into your lap. “What are you doing with her?!” He yelled again, getting his face up into Ivan’s. The other man gave him an unamused look and stood up, towering over him. Alfred, despite this, did not back down and continued to stare angrily at him.
“Go away.” The white-haired male said, his accent heavy as he crossed his arms. “You have startled them with your unnecessary noise. You are just like the rest of your country.”
The air tensed and became heavier as the seconds went on. They began to size each other up as Hero, ironically, “heroically” walked proudly over to you and with his front paws, pushed Boris off of your lap. He quickly took his place and started purring. Boris’ fur began to puff up as he hunched down and prepared to pounce. His back legs flexed and he made the jump, sending both him and Hero flying towards their fighting owners, who were remarkably somehow not in a physical fight. Yet.
You very quickly realized that you did not want to be in the middle of two superpowers fighting and quietly took your leave. (E/c) eyes met feline amber ones and you swept up the cat and made your escape, leaving behind the feuding men and cats.
Itabby snuggled into your arms as you finally slowed down to catch your breath. Her round tail whooshed back and forth as you tiredly walked through the long hallway. The two of you eventually ended up in the rose gardens of the meeting building. The area was well taken care of and beautiful if you did say so yourself. The meeting was taking place in England and Mr. Jones had told you about how the Brit enjoyed gardening, so it made sense as to why it was here.
Speaking of the British, you spotted a fluffy feline shape from the corner of your eye. It was deeper into the gardens and among the trees. Itabby finally decided that it was time to go and return to her owner. She gracefully leaped out of your arms and landed on all fours and trotted off to beg Italy for some pasta. You instead continued your approach to the cat, which at this point, you could tell was a Scottish Fold.
The left side of his face was brown and so was his tail. Alike to his owner, he seemed to have what you assumed were some kind of eyebrows and when he opened his eyes to look at you, his olive eyes stared into yours. He flicked his tail and layed back down onto the wall that he was laying on. His collar jingled as he moved and you quietly moved up to him. On the gold circle attached to the same olive color collar, was a name.
‘Scone’ You thought. ‘Oh my god. This is the most English cat name I have ever seen.’
You almost started laughing but the smoldering glare the cat gave you made you think otherwise. The stone wall was surprisingly cold for the summer sun and as you sat down, you took a look at Scone. He seemed to still be quite grumpy, but he knew you from earlier in the week, so he was not alarmed. You lifted up and moved your left arm forward to start petting him.
Scone was soft and clearly well-taken care of. His fur was clean and had no knots or dirt insight, despite laying around a garden for half a day. You continued your actions and the both of you started to fall back into slumber. Your hand hovered on the back of the feline and your head slumped alongside your body.
It was peaceful. With birds chirping and the wind lightly blowing. There was a river babbling somewhere in the background and it made for a serene scene. The only reason he had let you pet him was because you had fed him earlier in the week. He didn’t have his collar at that point so this was the first time you had gotten his name. Your eyes closed as you recalled the event from a couple of days prior.
The day after the plane landed you were on the hunt for felines. Armed with some cat food, a retractable mouse-on-a-stick and hope, you made your way around the building England had set aside for housing the rampant countries, and byproduct, their cats. France’s cat, Monsieur, was an absolute attention wh-. He really liked attention, and would rub himself against your leg anytime the two of you crossed paths. It’s not like France, or Francis, was much better.
It’s not like you minded petting him. He was adorable after all. The cat, not Francis. But you had wanted to meet as many other cats as you could and so you had to stop by Francis’ room multiple times to drop off Monsieur.
“Je suis désolé.” He said, taking Monsieur out of your arms. “He keeps getting out. But I guess he knows when there’s a lovely lady around.”
You ignored his attempts at flirting and instead scratched Monsieur’s chin one last time before leaving. He purred at you and while you felt bad about leaving him, you were on a mission! Besides, you had a certain Japanese cat to track down. Monsieur meowed at you as you walked down the hallway and if you didn’t know better you’d say so did Francis.
Either way, nothing was going to stop you from petting Tama, Japan’s cat. He was an adorable little black and white feline with the cutest little bob for a tail. You had actually spotted him earlier and was about to go up to him before Monsieur literally jumped into your arms, demanding attention. Of course you weren’t going to say no so Tama quickly left your sight as you went to return Monsieur.
Wait, isn't Monsieur just sir in French? Oh well there was no time to think about questionable cat names, this building was full of them.
Monsieur wasn’t the only attention whore of a cat. Prussia’s cat, Purrussia, wasn’t much better. He would follow you down hallways and meow with his scratchy meow at you while Austria’s cat, Allegro, whined behind him. He literally tried to jump up at you a few times.
Of course both of them were interrupted when Hero ran straight at you and tackled you like a professional linebacker. You had thought that it was mostly fluff, but no, apparently Hero could pack a punch. He knocked the wind out of you as you fell backwards onto the tiled floor. The cat sat proudly on you and looked around like he was waiting for something or someone. Whoever he was waiting for, however, wouldn’t show up fast enough to see Purrussia return the favor and tackle Hero off of you, much to Allegro’s horror.
The white cat had a German ribbon as well but it looked like it was fraying at the edges. The reason you were bringing this up was because Hero was currently using one of the edges to try to choke Purrussia and Allegro was using the other to try to pull Purrussia away from Hero. Neither was really working and all it was really doing was making Purrussia more and more agitated.
“PURRUSSIA!!!” A shrill voice yelled out from down the hallway.
The cats stopped their roughhousing to see two of the countries barrelling down towards them. Well Prussia was. Austria was slowly walking over, looking more inconvenienced than anything else.
“Purrussia! Purrussia!” Prussia reiterated, pulling his cat up by its arms. “Did jou vin?!”
Everyone but the two Prussians stared in disbelief at his statement. The albino feline furiously nodded his head and if he could have talked you would have imagined that he would have been saying, ‘I’m awesome!’
Hero angrily meowed down below, as if to oppose Purrussia’s non-verbal statement. Allegro just haughtily licked his paw and stuck his nose up as if to pretend that he was disgusted with their fighting as if he hadn’t just been a part of it. Austria picked up his in-denial cat and you picked up Hero who calmed down as soon as you did.
“Sorry about him.” You said, brushing his unruly fur down with your hand. “He gets a little competitive.”
“Ja. It’s fine.” Austria said, petting his own cat. “Purrussia is not much better.”
“HEY!” Prussia yelled. “My awesome Purrussia is doing his best! And besides, at least he actually does something!”
“Jour cat picked a fight vith a vall (wall) Gilbert.” Austria sassed.
“Vell jour cat’s piano playing is trash!”
Austria gave a gasp of horror before inching closer to the Prussian.
“Jou take zat back, RIGHT NOW!”
Prussia just laughed, still letting Purrussia’s back paws dangle as he held him like one would a toddler. He got in close to the Austrian’s face, smiling deviously at him.
“Nein.”
He suddenly, while still holding Purrussia, took off, running away from Austria. He wasn’t far behind though and you could hear the man yelling in German all the way down the far corridor.
“Well Hero.” You said, looking down at the cat who had made himself very comfortable. “That was weird.”
He just snuggled closer to you and you sighed. You scratched him once more before heading down the opposite hallway. The destination was clear, before you could continue your cat quest, you’d have to get this one safely back to its owner.
You suddenly snapped back to reality, still sitting on the wall. The sun was now high in the sky and the spot underneath you was no longer cold. You were especially warm as you now had a Scottish Fold sitting comfortably upon your lap. Quietly cooing at the cat, you looked to see if there was any way to escape your furry prison. The most important rule of cats: once a cat sits on you, you’re not moving until they do.
You sighed, legs uncomfortably stiff. Scone was far more content and his bushy tail occasionally brushed against your leg. It was incredibly cute but it didn’t make your back stop hurting from being hunched over for the last half hour.
Voices came from farther within the garden. There were two people currently engaged in a soft conversation. You caught bits and pieces of it; there was a man with a British accent and a man with what you thought was American until you heard him say ‘aboot.’ You couldn’t help but snicker at your own observation, disturbing Scone in the process.
He scornfully meowed at you and you offered pets in an apology. Around the corner turned Scone’s owner and a man who looked incredibly similar to America. They both turned to look at you when the Scottish Fold you were fondling stretched out to impossible lengths and complained like a cat while he did it. England looked down at your lap to see his cat very happily cushioned on your thighs. The man next to him was also holding a cat who again looked very similar to America’s.
They were clearly different though. This man’s hair was more auburn and his eyes were a shade of impossible purple. There was also more of a wave to it whereas America’s hair was as straight as hair comes. Familiarity lit up in your eyes, not for the man however.
“Maple!” You exclaimed, wanting to go to the cat but also not willing to disturb the one on you. “How have you been?”
The men stared at you, wondering if you were talking to them or the cat. Of course Maple himself answered this as he jumped out of his owner’s arms and darted over to you. He gracefully climbed up the small wall and placed himself down by you. Scone was on your lap and he was nicer than Hero so as to not push him off. You moved one of your arms to pet Maple and kept the other on Scone. They were so cute you felt like you were going to explode.
“Oh.” A quiet voice spoke out. It came from the man behind England. “You’re Alfred’s secretary right?”
You smiled and nodded at the man. “And I assume that means you’re Canada, right?”
He looked a tad taken aback before nodding himself. “Yeah…” He trailed off and England instead picked up the conversation.
“I thought you were supposed to be watching his furrball cat, Hero.” He walked over and leaned against the wall.
“I was. But then he and Boris got into a catfight… and then America and Russia got into a catfight.”
Canada laughed in the background but quickly covered it up. England stared at Scone, looking to see if there was anyway to get him off of you without being scratched himself. He had enough injuries, that should have scarred had he not been a country, from the cat. He shivered a bit, though also began to pet the feline, scratching his under the chin.
“That sounds like those two.”
You hummed in agreement, continuing your affections. Canada also came over to pet his own cat who ironically did smell like maple syrup.
“Can I make you the villain of this story?” You asked England, gesturing to Scone. “I do actually have somewhere I need to be.”
“Oh I suppose I can assume that role.” He mused, carefully picking up his cat. He was not happy to be moved but England just shushed him.
Canada also picked up his cat who was slightly nicer about the whole thing. He fidgeted with Maple’s ear as he held him.
“I’m Matthew.” He said, carefully shifting Maple so he could put one arm out to shake your hand.
You finished the formal greeting. “I’m (Y/n).”
The other blonde butted in from the background. “I’m Arthur, love.”
“It’s very nice to formally meet both of you. Seeing you from across a meeting room doesn’t really count.” You smiled and gave a small pat to each of the feline’s heads. “Well I wasn’t kidding about needing to get somewhere. I really didn’t mean to get stopped as long as I did.”
You playfully glared at the Scottish Fold sitting comfortably in his owner's arms. He promptly ignored you, instead turning around cutely. England apologized but you told him it was fine. You were at least 50% sure that Mr. Jones was probably still fighting with Russia. Those two really were like angry cats. You waved the two men off and went on your way to find out the answer to that question.
Instead of coming across two feuding superpowers, you came across two of the Asian nations’ cats. You had already met them both but this was the first time you were seeing them together. Tama was sitting up high on a shelf while China’s cat, Meowzedong, was angrily meowing at him from down below. Everytime he tried to climb up, Tama would use a paw and swipe a book or other object down at him.
You flinched as a very breakable, very expensive-looking, vase crashed down. It was this movement that alerted the two cats to your presence and Meowzedong wasted no time at all to come over to you and complain. Now you couldn’t exactly speak cat but you got the jist.
Bending down, you carefully picked up the cat. Meowzedong always had a weird clump of fur that looked almost like a ponytail that, no matter how much China cut it, always grew back. He yowled at you and pointed a furry paw in Tama’s direction. The other cat had already loafed on top of the high shelf and you looked at him, back at Meowzedong, back at Tama, and then back at Meowzedong again.
“I don’t know how tall you think I am but I’m not that tall.”
Meowzedong just narrowed his eyes and meowed at you again. You sighed, looking back at Tama. If he had a long enough tail to flick it at you he would’ve. Sensing the futility of his quest, Meowzedong instead spread himself out in your arms and if you didn’t know better you would have said that he was mocking Tama. And if you really didn’t know better you’d say that it was working and that the bobtail was getting more irritated by the second. The personifications might have had to act cordial but their cats had no such qualms.
Finally, Tama de-loafed himself and gracefully hopped down a few other layers before reaching the bottom. He gracefully walked over to you and sat on your foot… Well shoot. What were you supposed to do now?
So here you were, from one cat prison to the next. Standing in the middle of some random, out-of-the-way hallway because the nations’ cats were all attention-hogging, though very adorable, brats.
You didn’t know how much time had actually passed. There was no clock in the hallway, you didn’t wear a watch, and both of your hands were occupied so you couldn’t check your phone. As cute as they were, your legs felt like they were about to collapse in on themselves. You couldn’t even shift how you were standing because Tama had taken it upon himself to lay across both of your shoes. Your arms also felt like they were going to fall off at any second. Meowzedong wasn’t a particularly heavy cat but try holding anything over five pounds for longer than five minutes.
You were desperately hoping that either they would finally get bored and leave or someone would come to save you. Wow you guessed you really did need a “Hero” right about now… Dammit you thought that referencing needing a hero in your head would magically summon America or his equally hotheaded cat.
“Tama. Meowzedong.” You murmured. “Can you please get off?” You hoped to whatever god or gods were out there that they didn’t hear the desperation in your voice. Never show weakness to a cat.
The two cats made eye contact with each other for a moment and seemed to come to an agreement. Meowzedong stretched his body out before jumping onto the ground. Tama did the same but instead greeted Meowzedong when he landed.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if you said that you collapsed onto the wooden floor below. You quickly got up however as you didn’t want them to see it as another chance to sit on you. At least not right now. You pulled out your phone to see all of the messages and calls you missed. You had put it on silent while watching Hero and forgot to turn it back to vibrate.
‘Oh my god Mr. Jones called me twenty-three times.’ You thought, frantic. ‘I’m gonna be in so much trouble!’
You raced down the hallway, startling a group of micronations as you went. There was no time to apologize! You had to keep your job! If not for you then for the cats!
Not even thinking to knock you burst open the door where America was staying, side note why wasn’t it locked? And were greeted with the sight of!... Mr. Jones… crying? His cat looked pretty dejected too and was currently hanging himself off the side of the bed like a rug.
“Sir?” His head shot up to look at you.
He quickly snapped his head back away, mushing at his face in an attempt to try to make it seem like he wasn’t crying.
“(Y-Y/n)” He stuttered for a second, before immediately going back to the hero persona. “Where’ve you been!?”
“Are you okay?” You ignore him, instead asking your own question.
You titiled your body to look at what he was looking at… Was that a framed picture of you?!
It didn’t matter because he was very quickly all in your face again. You could see what seemed to be a rapidly healing black eye and a tooth that hadn’t fully regrown in yet as he smiled at you. Just how long was he fighting with Russia for?
You sat him down on his bed, considering if you should even bother getting a medkit for him. Either way you ended up spending the rest of the day with him, watching movies and sitting what you considered a good ways away from each other on the plush couch. He apparently had a nicer room in all of England’s properties from when he used to live there during parts of the year.
Hero filled the gap in-between you of which America was mildly annoyed about. He kept trying to get you to use ‘Alfred’ but you insisted that it was unprofessional. He’d close the gap one day.
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Don’t call me cute!
Jungwon x reader
Fluff
The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶
Summary: Jungwon isn’t very fond of his gf calling him cute… at least that’s what he wants to think
Masterlist
Since today was a (rare) free day for the boys, they invited me to come over to their dorm to have a meal and stay for the night. Of course my adorable bf Jungwon was attached to my hip the whole time and not letting me leave his side for one second.
“No Y/Nie! Jay hyung can deal with dinner by himself. Just stay here with me.”
“Hey you brat! I need at least one person to help me out and Y/N is the only one here who I can trust to not burn the kitchen down.” Jay responded. Of course he knew that there was no way of getting you from the kitty leader but it was worth the try I guess.
“Nope. Y/N will stay here with me.” Jungwon insisted with a smug grin on his face, showing off his adorable dimple.
I couldn’t help but coo at him “OMG baby you’re so cute I just wanna squeeze those cheeks of yours!” As I poke at his dimple.
However Jungwon pouted at my words. CUTE?!? He’s not cute! 😡
“Babyyy! Don’t call me cute! Call me handsome and manly!” He whined.
At his response, I looked at him with sad puppy eyes. “What do you mean?? You’re my cute baby, just like a floofy kitten.”
“Nooo you’re MY baby. I’m not cute I’m handsome!” He insisted.
“Ok then” I said with a pout and turned away from him to sulk. Obviously I didn’t take his words seriously but I decided to mess with him to see if he’d crack.
I felt him poke and pinch my cheeks
“Babyyy, bubbaaa, loveee, Y/Niiieee. Don’t be sulkyyy. Look at meeee.”
He carried on poking my cheeks and planting small kisses to try and gain back my attention.
“Don’t worry Wonnie I’m not upset! I understand and won’t call you cute anymore ☺️
He couldn’t help but feel a bit cautious but hey! He wasn’t being called cute!
Time skip
Third person’s POV:
Jungwon didn’t know how to feel after that night honestly. He could feel a slight shift in the way his gf acted around him. Even your texts didn’t seem as chirpy as before. Of course you still sent him cute messages and said ‘I love you’ frequently but he could just tell something felt different.
It didn’t help that when you were out with the boy’s, you’d be very calm around him but all of a sudden would coo at Sunoo and pinch his cheeks. He felt a slight twinge of jealousy at the sight but it wasn’t like you had never coddled Sunoo before. From the start of the relationship, you always told Sunoo how cute he was and he never minded it so how come it felt so different now?
Because the poor baby was feeling a bit down from stress of you not babying him he invited you to come over to the dorms again so he could have a nice cuddle session with his baby
Once again, Jay was cooking dinner for everyone since according to him “Instant ramyun isn’t a meal” but we can agree to disagree
Jungwon had been a lot clingier to you tonight and you were not complaining one bit. It may not have seemed like it from an outsider but you had been trying so hard to stop yourself from just going hours about how adorable your bf was. But he clearly wasn’t a fan so you’d respect that to make him happy.
Even during dinner, it took all of the strength in you to not squeeze his cheeks as he stuffed them with food. God he’s so bloody cute and I can’t do anything about it 😭😭😭
Y/N’s POV:
After we all cleared up our plates from the dinner Jay had made, we all decided to play Mario Kart (I don’t play games so this was all I could think of 😅)
So far Niki was winning with Sunoo not so far behind, followed by Jake and Sunghoon. There was so much chaos going on as each of them were so close to overtaking each other. It was a close race till before the finish line, Sunoo hit Niki with a shell and beat him for 1st place
“Yeaaaa I won! Whoop whoop” Sunoo screamed whilst doing a shimmy dance. And ofc Niki grabbed Sunoo’s feet and dragged him around in a circle 😂
Still full of giggles, Sunoo carried on doing his little dance with a bright peachy smile.
Seeing how cute he looked, it reminded me of Jungwon’s previous comment from a few days ago so I tried to see if what I said next would make him react 😈.
So I squealed “Ahhhh you’re so cute Sunoo!”
From the corner of my eyes I could see a ball of poofy hair pop up with bright round boba eyes looking at me.
I carried on giggling with Sunoo and saying how cute he is. But I can’t help it! Sunoo’s bright eye smile was to die for.
The boys carried on fighting over who’s turn it was to play and I felt a slight tug on my sleeve.
“What about me?”
I turned and saw my Wonnie looking at me with his round eyes and his bottom lip slightly jutted out.
“Of course you’re my amazing and handsome boyfriend.” I said with a bright smile
“Is there anything else?”
“Oh yeah! You’re my manly boyfie who will protect me from anything!”
He felt slightly better hearing you call him exactly what he wanted to be called. But after seeing how you reacted to Sunoo, he couldn’t help but think that maybe he liked you calling him cute… and ONLY him.
“Baby? Am I also cute to you?” He couldn’t help but ask
Ah ha! Finally!
I felt guilty for making him jealous but I just knew that he DID want to be called cute. And I’d gladly do that for my baby.
“Of course you are Wonnie! You are the most adorable little dumpling ever! My cute kitty”
From that, Jungwon’s face lit up with joy and he could feel butterflies in his stomach. He then nuzzled his face into my neck and mumbled “Promise you will only call me cute. I don’t like it when you say it to other people. I am your cute cat”
The members turned around and started teasing their leader but he didn’t care. All of his attention was on you and he wanted you to shower him in compliments while cuddling.
“Yes baby, you are my adorable, handsome and manly boyfriend”
Author’s note: Here it is! Thank you to those who voted for this fic and waited to patiently for it, I hope it was worth the wait 🫶 I think we can all collectively agree that our cat leader is most certainly very cute and handsome and so much more 🩵 I hope you guys enjoy this and thank you for taking the time to read my work!

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Congrats on the milestone!! Could you do a Drabble for JK with the song Those Eyes by New West?? Thank you!! <33
those eyes | jjk
you fall in love with your boyfriend a little more every day, especially when he gives you those eyes!
pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x reader
genre : fluff, comfort, established relationship
rating : sfw
word count : 591
warnings : absolutely none.
author's note : one of the cutest req i got from the drabble game! i had been thinking floofy thoughts all morning so i had to write this haha! unedited and written on a whim, as always.
mood/prompt : those eyes - new west
mlist | taglist [not doing taglist for requests]
Home.
The feeling was home.
All your worries fade away as you sink back in the warmth radiating from his chest. The breeze carried away the leaves at your feet as it did with your pain and insecurities. The setting sun casted a golden shadow on the balcony, and the pink in the sky was similar to the one dusting your cheeks.
The feeling was calm, peaceful. It was love.
Jungkook tightens his arms around your torso and sighs when his head sinks into the crook of your neck.
"Long day?"
"Hm." he kisses your neck and squishes his cheek against it, looking towards you.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Taehyung kicked my ass at the bear game."
"The one where you have to feed the bear a cake?"
"Yes." he whines and you whip your head at him, laughing heartily.
"Jungkook."
"What? I played it first. I should be better at it." his nose touches your jawline and you sigh, unable to say anything to him.
How could you? When he was giving you those eyes? The ones which make you fall in love with him a little more every time you look at them. Those big doe eyes, resembling bambi, or as you like to say, a vast night sky with stars huddled together in a heart shape.
You both were huddled up in the balcony of your apartment, with a big blanket covering your bodies as you stay between his legs and laid your head on his chest, admiring the setting sun and the soft breaths behind you.
You close your eyes and lose yourself when he smothers your neck with very soft kisses, as if he is whispering sweet things only for you to hear. His hand draws lazy patterns on your tummy causing butterflies to flutter their wings and cause a whirlwind inside you. Even behind your closed eyes, all you see is the pair of the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen, ones that hold the universe and are as soft as the clouds in your dreams.
"Hmph."
"What, kookie?"
"I am very attention needy right now and you are giving me none." he mumbles into your skin and you smile at his antiques.
You open your eyes and tilt your head to look at him and–
Oh my god. You see his eyes first. All big and shiny.
A blush creeps up your neck, even when he's doing nothing but just looking at you as if you hold his whole world.
"You know, I'm in love with you." he whispers and the blush grows.
"I do."
"Are you too?" he has come so close now, you just want to melt in his arms.
All these little things he does remind you of why you fell for him. When the sky is a hazy pink and you are soaring through the clouds with your heart clutched in his hands. You know he knows how much you love him. But his attention neediness is a thing and you could never deny the only thing you know the most perfectly. Your love for him.
"I'm in love with you more than you can imagine."
The boy blushes and you swear you see the moon starting to appear in the now orange sky.
He closes his eyes and tips his forehead against yours, his bunny teeth on full display as his smile grows with each passing second and you know your heart is slipping from your chest to his – but you don't mind.
After all, it's his to keep.
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You Remind Me of Her
Spike Spiegel x Fem Reader SMUT
Watched and finished Cowboy BeBop and thought it was pretty good. Which means it's time to write an angsty, smutty one shot. It's a really, REALLY long one so settle in. Things get a lil spicy in more ways than one but it's all good. Spike is a sweet, broken baby and he deserves all the love. Minor's this is NOT for you, please walk away. Enjoy my dears.
WARNING: 18+, Minors DNI, SPOILERS, TRIGGER WARNINGS: angst, heated conversations/arguments, smoking, talk of past traumas, slight gaslighting, STRONG mentions of past abuse, breakdown, angst to fluff, reconciliation, reassurance, soft foreplay, fingering, oral (m receiving), comfort sex (p in v), praise kink if you squint, all the lovey-dovey stuff, cum on body, cuddles.
It was supposed to be a quiet night, with Jet out looking for info on a bounty, Faye blowing all her money at the casino, and Ed and Ein on some wacky adventure of their own. You figured you'd have the Bebop to yourself and that Spike would tag along with another one of your comrades. But being the stubborn man he is, he stayed back, wanting some time to himself as well. For a good bit of the night, you both kept to yourselves, he took a cat nap, and you cleaned up the Bebop.
While you were cleaning the kitchen you thought you might try and spend some time with Spike rather than avoid him, seeing as it might come off as rude if you ignored him. After you finished cleaning you put on some comfy clothes in place of your work ones and made your way to the living space. You saw Spike was still lightly sleeping on the couch. You gently bumped his leg, jolting him awake from his dream. He furrowed his brows as he looked over to you.
"Was that really necessary?" he grumbled, annoyed that you woke him. You chuckled to yourself as you sat on the floor next to him, now being at eye level with him. Telling him he shouldn't sleep the entire day away in hopes to lighten his mood. That only seemed to make things worse though. He gave an exasperated sigh as he sat up and pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket. He blatantly stated that he didn't want to be woken up and that he would've preferred to keep sleeping. You furrowed your brows,
"Well there's no need to be a jerk about it," you pulled yourself up from the floor. You looked at him and crossed your arms, wanting him to talk about what was bugging him, even though you never outright said it. He looked at you with bitter-cold eyes,
"Well maybe if you left me alone there wouldn't be an issue," he spat as he flicked his lighter and took a few puffs until the end burned a bright orange. You sighed heavily, your fingers gripped the sleeve of your shirt to keep yourself calm and collected,
"Im sorry if I bothered you, I just wanted to spend some time with you. Feels like its been a long time since the two of us spent any time together and just hung out you know ."
You two weren't super close, but close enough to where you'd hang out, talk, and occasionally hook up to pass the time. You both knew it would never lead to anything, but you stupidly developed feelings for the floofy-haired man anyways. You wanted to be the one to support him. But he never really showed interest in having a relationship with you, or anyone for that matter. The only time he showed any interest in anything was when his past was brought up, and especially when a certain someone was mentioned. It was those moments where he would either would open up or close off completely. And at that moment you could tell he was thinking about her and his past as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, clearly irritated with you.
"Yeah, and?" He didn't look at you when he asked. You felt the heat of anger and resentment rise in your cheeks, finding it hard to keep your composure.
"And I thought we could spend a little bit of time together, is that such a heinous request," you spat back at him.
"Whenever you want to 'spend time together' it usually means you wanna sleep with me, and im gonna pass on that." Your arms fell to your sides and clenched into fists. You took an audibly deep sigh,
"Believe it or not I don't always wanna sleep with you, sometimes I do just want to talk," you rebutted. He took another puff, and exhaled heavily, still not making eye contact with you,
"Heh, could've fooled me," he mumbled, the cigarette never leaving his lips as he spoke. You scoffed in disbelief and crossed your arms over your chest once again, scowling at him. Spike had always been a bit snarky, it seemed it was just in his nature, but the comment he made was pure spite.
"For the love of Christ what the hell is your problem?"
He adjusted to a position where he was slouching and one arm rested crossed on his thigh, while the other reached for his half-smoked cigarette,
"I already told you," he said before taking in another long, exasperated drag. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics,
"Don't give me that bullshit Spike, we both know that's not true," you bitterly spat.
You both were getting visibly frustrated at that point. Spike's leg began to lightly bounce up and down and your fingers tapped against your arms.
"Even if something was bothering me it's none of your goddamn business," he said finishing his cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray beside him.
"Spike, please, I just wanna-" you were cut off by Spike standing up abruptly, now fuming with anger in his eyes,
"Fine, since you wanna know so fuckin' badly I'll tell you! When I sleep, I'm never at peace with myself, if it's not one thing from my past it's another. Not that you would understand." He said sitting back down, defeated and frustrated. You sat next to him, hoping he would allow you to comfort him,
"I might understand it more than you think," you said as you reached for his hand, only for him to pull away.
"No, you don't understand. You don't understand what it's like to lose the one person who loved you for what you were, even though they knew you were inherently bad. You'll never know what it's like to have to just walk away from the life you knew and the people you loved and cared about. You'll never know what that's like, ever." Angered by his remark you rebutted,
"You have no right to say that whatsoever when you know very little of what my past was like. Not once have ever implied that kind of attitude towards your past and what you experienced. Do not say I don't understand, because, believe it or not I do know what it's like " you said getting up and preparing to leave the room.
"You're the one who just had to push. This is what you wanted to know, and you got what you asked for," he snapped as stepped in front of you, blocking your way to the exit.
"At least I'm not a hypocrite. How you always say that we should let our pasts stay in the past. But as soon as she's brought up that philosophy is out the window and is suddenly the only thing that fucking matters. But when it's one of us it shouldn't be bothered with and we should leave it alone and move on. Just because she keeps popping up in your dreams doesn't mean we get to put everything on hold to chase after you chasing after her," you said as you struggled to push him aside to make your way to the bathroom, but he remained still.
"At least I still care about the people in my past. I didn't just up and leave and abandon the people I loved because I wanted to. That's the difference between you and me, I was loyal to the ones I loved-" Before he could get another word in you slapped him, hard. Tears began to swell and threatened to fall from your eyes as he brought his hand to his face and attempted to rub the sting out of his cheek. But you would never let him see them, not like this.
"How dare you? You have no right to bring that up. Because you don't know the whole story of what happened. And I didn't abandon them, if we're going to bring up abandonment, Julia is a perfect example. She abandoned you, Spike, and if she really gave a damn about you she would've showed up that day and ran away with you. But she didn't. So, as you always say, let it go and move on," you said, pushing him as hard as you could, finally getting him to move aside. He stared at you in awe as you made your way to the door,
"She would've never abandoned me," he stated lightly as he reached for another cigarette.
"Could've fooled me," you replied harshly as you exited the room and made your way down the hall to the bathroom.
You slammed the door and locked it behind you, you took a deep breath as you made your way to the tub. You turned the knobs and let the water fill the porcelain vessel. Tears began to fall as the water ran, drowning out the sounds of your stifled cries. The feeling of guilt set in the pit of your stomach as memories began to flood your mind. Particularly the ones that were brought up in the argument.
You sank down in the steaming water, shuddering at the warmth that rushed through your body while pondering on the past. Tears continuing to stain your face as you wondered deeper into your thoughts.
You were part of a family at one point in time, to a home where a couple took in lost, orphaned, or abandoned children. During the early years of being there you never felt the need to run away on or be your own, you always felt incredibly safe and secure. You helped out around the house, did your chores, and got along well enough with your housemates. Until you got a little older, and then things began to change. Your father began acting differently toward you, more aggressive and irritable. And it only got worse after his wife passed away unexpectedly. He would start taking his aggression out on you and some of the of the other girls living in the home. It started off small, whether it was pushing you aside harshly or random flicks on the head to keep you in line. Then it progressed in to hitting, manhandling, and kicking while you were doing chores or playing with the other kids. It was to the point where it was everyday that the abuse took place. You and a few of your housemates were bruised, bloodied and beaten to the point of unconsciousness, while other housemates were used for more sinister acts. Anyone who fought back was either beaten senseless and kicked out, or never seen again. No matter what it was something would set him off and he would go into uncontrollable rages, and you had no choice but to take the beatings. You were young, defenseless, and had nowhere else to go, therefore you had no choice but to endure the constant abuse.
Until one day you found your out.
You were able to save back enough woolongs from odd jobs to get a one way trip off world, but you alone. Woolongs were hard to come by in the household and being able to build up what you had seemed like a miracle in itself. You planned to make your escape late into the night, after everyone was asleep, and taking only what you needed to survive.
When the time came you were quick and quiet about it. Woolongs and suitcase in hand, you quietly walked down the stairs and out the front door. You looked behind you saddened and guilt coursing through your entire bod. You wanted to bring them all with you and give them a better life. but unfortunately it just wasn't possible. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to go forward. But you found the strength deep within you and walked away, never looking back after. The memories of your housemates flooded your mind as you made your way on the ship alone, blocking out all the sounds of the station. You found yourself a seat and watched as the ship began to take off, and you looked down on that planet for the last time.
You submerged yourself under the water, hoping it would help shake off the memories of that dreadful place. As much as you hated to admit it, you and Spike were similar when it came to your pasts, but you both reacted much differently from one another. You would find yourself entranced in fear and guilt, afraid that you made the wrong decision or that you didn't try hard enough to help yourself and those who you left behind. Remembering the abuse you endured, as well as being reminded of emotional and mental scars that were left for you to carry.
Reemerging from the lukewarm water for air, you couldn't handle the thoughts that were running rampant in your head. The quiet tears that had been falling now turned to violent sobs of anguish. You couldn't hold it in, after all the time that had passed, you couldn't find the strength hold it back anymore. It hurt to think about it, to think that you turned your back on them, even though you didn't have any other choice.
After you rode out your breakdown you finished your bath and pulled yourself up and out of the tub. Grabbing a towel you wrapped your body up and went to the sink to wash your face. Looking in the a mirror, a red, swollen, puffy eyed face looked back at you. Sighing heavily you splashed cold water on your face, hoping it would help with the redness and swelling.
After drying off and putting your clothes back on you looked at yourself again, still puffy and red. It seemed it was going to be a bit before it went back to normal.
Slipping quietly out of the bathroom you made your way across the ship to your room. You let yourself fall back onto the bed, hoping you'd just crash, and you that's exactly what you did.
...
Weeks passed since the argument between the two of you. Neither one saying much to the other during that time. You both tried your best to not think about what happened, ignoring the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were courteous when you interacted with him, which hadn't been often. Whether it was during missions or at meal time. You could tell it was bothering him though, he wanted you to say something, anything, to be angry and upset with the way he spoke to you that night. But you felt it was best to move on from it rather than bringing it back up and continue a senseless conversation.
It had been a hard day for you, you lost a bounty and Jet had been harping on you to keep up with the rest of the gang, seeing as you'd been slipping behind lately. During those weeks you spent most of your time in your room laying in bed crying, overthinking, and sleeping, so you didn't get as much training in as you should. You didn't want to cause a fuss with your shipmates thought so you kept to yourself and tried to do your best to get through your fragile state. But Jet being the kind of man he was, he could see right through you,
"I don't know what's going on between you and Spike, but you gotta figure that shit out and get your head back in the game Y/N," he said as you were traveling back to your room after returning from the failed mission. You gave him a sadden expression,
"I know, I'm sorry Jet, I just need to get some things figured out before I talk to him is all. But don't worry about me, I'll be ok, really ," you said giving him sad eyes with a forced smile. He gave you a sympathetic expression and put his metallic hand on your shoulder giving you a pat of reassurance,
"I hope so kid, if you ever need anything I'm here for ya. Just get back to being the Y/N we know and love, ok?"
You pulled him into a quick but loving hug, fighting the urge to cry,
"Thank you Jeb, you're the best." Pulling away you gave him an appreciative smile and made your way to your room, not realizing a certain someone had overheard the interaction.
...
You spent the rest of the day in your room, cleaning up and reorganizing to keep your mind busy, but when you couldn't clean or reorganize anymore you stripped down and crawled into bed. Though it was difficult, you were finally able to drift off to sleep.
There was a loud banging on your door that caused you to jolt up from your slumber, groaning in frustration you wrapped yourself in your blanket, pulled yourself out of bed, and walked to the door. A stoic Spike was waiting on the other side when you opened up,
"Hey," you said still half asleep. You looked at him groggily, he was shirtless and in a pair of light grey sweats, but you didn't pay too much attention to his attire considering the circumstances. He grunted lightly and pushed past you into your room, almost knocking you down. Sighing deeply you closed the door behind you and followed him into your room. He sat down at the foot of you bed while you walked to the head and sat, putting some distance between you both.
"It's late Spike," you said while fiddling with the blanket that clung to your body.
"Yeah, " he replied while flicking his lighter on and off. A bit of silence passed until you spoke up, your breath getting caught in your throat while asking,
"Why are you here?"
"I wanna talk," he stated in a whisper. Spike adjusted so he was now sitting cross legged on the bed and pulled a cigarette out from his pant pocket,
"You mind?" You shook your head in response, knowing it wouldn't matter if you did. Once he lit his lighter and took a puff the room began to fill with smoke, and a stoic expression fell on his face once again.
"What did you wanna talk about," you asked while turning your face the other way as to not inhale the smoke directly. He grumbled at your question, holding back what he wanted to say. It took some time, but after a few more grumbles and mutters to himself he finally spoke,
"About that night, when we argued," your head snapped back in his direction, unsure and anxious of where the conversation was headed.
"I've been thinking a lot about what was said from both of us, but mostly what I said. And even though a lot of the things that were said were true, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the things I said and how I treated you. It wasn't right of me to do that" he said gritting the cigarette between his teeth. You frowned,
"What do you mean by that?"
"What?"
"What do you mean by a lot of things that were said were true," you pried at him as you clutched the blanket. The smoke in the room was getting heavy and you began to cough, he sighed and put the cigarette out, seeing as it was clearly bothering you.
"What I mean is that some of what you said was true, like how I always run after her when I get even the slightest hint of where she is. And that whenever anything is brought it becomes the only thing that matters. It's one of those things I can't explain," he said falling back on to the bed. Your body relaxed, you looked at him as he laid there, lost in thought and an expression of confliction. You were about to speak, but he beat you to it,
"And I feel bad about what I said to you. It wasn't fair of me to assume what happened, and throwing it back in your face was wrong. I'm sorry," he said in a soft voice. His hand ran through his hair as he shuffled. He wasn't used to being this open or soft with anyone, anyone that wasn't her. Feeling you could open up to him now in this moment, you spoke calmly,
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have pushed as much as I did. I lost my temper and said things I shouldn't have. I just wanted you to be open with me, like you were with Julia. And when I didn't get that, I lashed out at you, at that wasn't fair of me to do. I shouldn't have expected you to be as intimate with me as you were in your past. I'm really, truly sorry Spike," you said wholeheartedly as you pat his shoulder lightly. He jumped slightly in surprise but soon relaxed into your touch. He furrowed his brows as he turned his face towards you,
"You remind me of her, you know. To the point where it hurts," he said as he placed his hand in yours.
"How so?"
"It's the little things you do. The way you handle situations so calmly and treat everyone with compassion. But mostly it's the way you look at me. You have that spark in your eyes that she had, and its like seeing a ghost that continuously lingers. I know you're not her, and I don't expect you to be. And Im not sure how to manage these feelings I have, but I'm trying to be better." He sat up and turned to face you, his hand never leaving yours. His eyes finally meeting up with yours for the first time in weeks. The soft glow from the stars flowing into your room from thewindow illuminated the uniqueness of them. Captivated by his features you found yourself at a loss for words,
"Y/N, I promise that no matter what, I'll never use what happened in your past against you ever again. And I want you to know that when you're ready, I'll be more than willing to listen to all of it," he said as he softly cupped your cheek with his free hand. A few stray tears fell down your cheeks and he gently wiped them away as you spoke,
"Thank you Spike. You don't how much that means to me. And I promise to do the same for you whenever you're ready," you whispered softly to him. The glittering his eyes from the soft light shifted in something in you, what little bit of anger you had left for him melted away. And then a new feeling bubbled up inside you, a feeling you hadn't experienced in quite a while. You felt yourself drawing closer to him, feeling a bit bold, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek,
"Thank you again Spike," you said as you gave him an expression of gratitude. He smiled softly in response, but you could tell he was still holding something back, something strained. His hands moved from your tear stained cheeks down to your bare shoulders, his eyes hazy and a faint dusting of pink in his face. You felt the heat rising all throughout your body, and your self control depleting with each passing second. Lust overcame your better judgement and you closed the space between you with a soft kiss. It was loving, yet needy all the same as your hands slowly ran down his shoulders and to his chest. You expected him to pull back, but instead he deepened the kiss and tightly gripped your shoulders. Pulling away to take a breath, your lips flushed and slightly swollen, you felt a spur of guilt in your chest,
"I'm sorry Spike, I shouldn't have done that," you stated disappointingly as you turned away from him and took your hands off his chest. Only to be met with his hand bringing your gaze back to his,
"Do it again." His eyes dark and glassy with desire as your lips gently crashed on to his once again. You slowly fell back on to the soft mattress. You slowly snaked your arms down his back in attempts to pull him closer, his calloused hands wandering down to your waist to do the same. He gave a slight groan as the kiss got more intense and sloppy, the need for his touch coursing through your veins once his grip tightened on your waist. He pulled away with a gasp for air as he looked at you, your face red as a rose and eyes half lidded with want,
"You're so pretty," he said in a breathy whisper.
He pulled you in close and his head dipped into your neck. His hair tickled your neck as his flushed lips make contact with your sensitive skin. A shiver flowed through your body as he began to sweetly suck on the skin, holding back your moans for the sake of your shipmates. As he left them one by one down to your collarbone he lightly tugged on the blanket still wrapped tightly around you. Pushing him up and off you for just a moment so you could get into a better position, you teasingly peeled the blanket off of you, slowly revealing your flushed skin. The way the stars light fell on your naked form left Spike breathless. Though he'd seen you naked many times before, the way the light fell on you, the expression on your face, and maybe just the reassurance that you understood him in that moment made him see you in an entirely different light. You held out your arms to him, coaxing him to come back to you. His hands caressed the plush skin of your thighs as he continued to leave hickeys down your collarbone and to your chest. Your heavy breathing and stifled moans filled the small space as he began to suck on the soft flesh and slowly moved to the hardened bud. As he took your nipple in his mouth, one of his hands moved to the other and began to roll and pinch it between his nimble fingers. You yelped at the bursting sensation coming from your chest,
"Spike," you quietly moaned out to him. Gripping his hair lightly as a way to keep you grounded from losing yourself. Everytime the two of you did this you found it very easy to lose yourself in the heat of it all and fully surrender yourself to him. But this time you were reluctant to do so. Not because you were afraid, but because of what you knew. The nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach knowing were never going to be her, not matter how hard you tried to be. He would always want her, and that hurt you,
"Hey, what's wrong," he said, concern lacing his voice.
"It's nothing," you sighed lightly as you twirled his hair between your fingers. He moved his hands to your face brought your gaze to his,
"Talk to me pretty girl." You tried coming up with a plausible excuse, but he could see right through you,
"You're thinking about her aren't you?" You nodded your head and looked away from him, shame spread across your face. He smirked at you lovingly and his hand moved down in between your thighs and rubbed against your sensitive, slick nether regions. A surprised, pleasure filled moan escaped you as he spoke,
"Don't think about her Y/N, right now the only thing I want you to think about is me. Because what I'm thinking about in this moment, the only thing I care about right now, is you. I want to please you, to touch you, and make you feel loved. Shes in the past, and you're here with me, and I want it to stay that way for as long as possible," he said as his pace became more intense, pleasure surged through your body in blissful spasms. You found a sliver of comfort knowing that he wanted you as much as you wanted him in this moment, and at that point you let yourself go completely. You couldn't hold in your moans and ragged breaths as his pace became almost too much to bare. His slender fingers slowed a bit as he moved down your slit and inserted a digit in to you. You covered your mouth and moaned sinfully into your palm as he went slowly in and out of you,
"Uncover your mouth sweetheart, I wanna hear every sound you make for me" sincerity and need dripping off his tongue as he spoke. You moved your hand, but still tried to keep the volume minimal. He added another digit and his pace quickened once more. Your moans started to become more frequent as you felt your orgasm approaching steadily. He curled his fingers against your walls, earning a squeal from you,
"Spike, if you keep that up," you said pitifully in between gasps. This didn't stop him from slowing his pace though.
"I want you to cum for me pretty girl," he said sinfully as he kept up his pace. As if on cue, you clenched around his fingers and let your orgasm flow through you. The moan you let out was much louder than you would've liked, but you didn't care, you felt amazing. He pulled out of you, his fingers covered in your slick.
He wiped in on his pants before removing them hastily, revealing his painful hard cock. The tip a flushed rosy color and a bead of precum slowly dripping down. You crawled over to him and looked up into his eyes pleadingly. He gave a slight nod, his breathing hitched at the the thought of what you were about to do. You took the tip into your mouth and swirled your tongue it, tasting the salt from his precum. You teased the tip a little more, earning light groans and ragged breaths from Spike before taking him fully into your mouth. He let out a whimper as you began to take I'm entirely into your mouth and down your throat. His noises like music to your as you want painfully slow,
"Fuck, it feels so good," he groaned as he ran a hand through your hair, wanting to take control, but not giving in to his primal desires. He wanted to be gentle with you and made sure that you were as comfortable as possible. His fingers ran through your hair as you began to quicken your pace, feeling the tip of his cock lightly hitting the back of your throat. It wasn't enough to hurt you, but you definitely knew it would be something you'd feel the next day. You could feel him pulsating against your hollowed cheeks, knowing he would last too much longer if you kept this up. You found yourself in a rhythm that made him quiver and whimper everytime you took him fully, hoping you'd get him to finish as soon as you could. But, despite Spike wanting nothing more than to cum down your throat, he gently stopped you. His cock sliding out of your mouth with a pop,
"Not yet pretty girl," he said wiping away the little bit of saliva that dipped from the corner of you mouth.
He lifted you up to him and kissed you with heated passion, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he pushed you back on to the bed. His hand roamed down to your thighs and proceeded to spread them,
"You ready," he asked in a hot, breathy whisper against your ear.
"Yes Spike, please," you pleaded, your skin on flushed and sensitive as ever and your pussy aching. He slowly thrusted into you, you clenched around him as a reflex to the slight relief you felt. Both of you moaning at the initial thrust,
"Fuck," he cried out. He brought you in close and began to slowly thrust in to you once you were fully adjusted. His fingers traced circled on your shoulder blades and he placed butterfly kisses down your forehead and cheeks. Feeling him pick up the pace, your moans became more prominent and carried throughout the room. You found yourself submitting to him once more as your moans got louder and louder with each thrust, not caring who heard the two of you.
"I love the sounds you make Y/N," he groaned out. You gave an incoherent gasp in response. He brought his gaze to yours,
"You're so fucking pretty like this, taking my cock so well. You're doing amazing sweetheart," he said losing himself to your gaze. The look of pure love and lust in your eyes was nearly too much to bear for him. He always thought you were an attractive person, even before you two started doing this. But as he got to know you, he thought you were one of the prettiest people he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. And when he first saw you writhing under him, he thought he'd met an angel. The way you shivered under his touch, the way you looked at him with your starstruck eyes, eveything about you when you two were together made him admire you even more.
"So fuckin' beautiful," he said to himself. Lost in the thought of you being with him like this. You gripped at his lower back harshly as he began to bottom you out, losing control of his rhythm. His whimpers and your moans filled the room like a symphony, he whispered sweet nothing in your ear, telling you how beautiful you were and how much he loved being with you. You felt his cock pulsing once again against your slick walls, he was close, as were you. Your moans turned into pure, sinful squealing once again and you felt another orgasm threatening to wash over you,
"Spike, I-" He cut you off before you could finish.
"I know sweetheart. Just a little longer, please" he said said kissing your forehead sweetly. He lost complete control at that point and was fixated on making you cum with him. His thrusts were sporadic and needy, and his cock harder than ever as he continued to fuck senseless. His whimpers were now rhythmatic as he finally moaned out,
"Cum for me pretty girl." You gave out a pleasure filled moan as you came all over his still thrusting cock. The clench from your swollen pussy and the now dripping slick was more than enough to push him over the edge,
"Fuucckk," he drew out in an absolute sinful whimper as he pulled out of you and let out thick spurts of hot cum all over your inner thighs and pussy.
He stroked himself a few times to get all his cum out while taking a few deep, draw out sighs of relief. He must of been holding it in for a while because it was quite a load he let out, not that you cared, you were just happy you were able to be with him. You sighed in relief as he grabbed some tissues off your nightstand and cleaned you up then in turn cleaning himself. When he finished he threw the dirty tissues away and crawled into bed with you, covering you both in the blanket and pulling you in close for a sweet, loving cuddle. You began to drift off to sleep from exhaustion when you heard him say,
"I'm happy to have someone like you Y/N, " he whispered. You turned to him and kissed his cheek as he began to drift off,
"Same here," you said as you pulled him into the crook of your neck and the two of you fell asleep soundly in one another's embrace.
#cowboy bebop#cowboy bebop x reader#spike spiegel#spike spiegel x reader#spike spiegel smut#spike spiegel x reader smut#anime x reader#anime x reader smut
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I have more thoughts about the Netflix trailer for ATLA. They came to me in a dream, so you can trust that they're legit.
So: here's Appa.
This is what Appa looks like. Appa has an expressive face and warm, soulful eyes. Appa's face can convey anger, fear, happiness and love.
And that is a DELIBERATE CHOICE. Because Appa is not The Creature That The Gaang Rides On. Appa is a major character who has an entire arc dedicated to him, and an entire episode focusing on what he's doing and feeling.
Now imagine that arc, imagine those scenes, those emotions conveyed by THIS face
It's not a bad design. It's worlds better than the Shyamalan version. The floof is soft. But his proportions are off: his forehead is too narrow and too high, and his cheeks are too large for the new height of his head, his eyes are too small and obscured by his trademark Appa fringe, and I think that's why this version of Appa looks more like a Creature than a Character. This does not look like an Appa who closes his eyes in loving contentment when Aang tackle-hugs his floofy giant forehead.
Furthermore, as a small aside, Appa is a ten ton flying bison. This looks like a five ton flying bison at best. hashtag NotMyFluffmonster smh
Now I'm hopeful that once we see his face move and him interacting with someone, he'll look and feel more like Appa. But with the initisl design, I don't see it.
Oh and I think Momo's design is actually A+ extremely cute would cuddle, but I accidentally paused the trailer on this shot
And now I can't stop thinking about how it looks like Momo just snorted a mountain of cocaine and is flying under the influence. I'm sorry.
#avatar the last airbender#atla#appa#momo#avatar netflix#netflix avatar#overanalyzing#cant stop thinking about momo going “HOLY SHIT ARE YOU FLYING? HOLY SHIT AM I FLYING?? WHAT THE FUCK GUYS”
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Moth coat anon back at it again with another consideration-!
If FL sees something/someone that they know will bother you or him, he yanks you into möth coat, hides you in wingies and floofy fluff until the danger is gone-
All the while hissing at the threat and angrily buzzing those wings- abyssal hornet moth who?
!!! oh that would be so nice, having a safe, quiet place to go whenever there's something bad
sometimes you don't even see the thing that might bother you, only feeling Foul Legacy tense and his claws rest on your shoulders before he carefully pulls you into his wings, sparkling curtains of stars wrapping around you and over your head. you can hear him growling threateningly at whatever's outside, his wings shivering as you wrap your arms around his waist. both of you stay in that position until the threat is gone, Legacy's hisses quieting into soft breaths, then rising again into purrs as you hug him, snuggling your head against his chest. he loosens his wings, allowing you to poke your head out and lean on his lilac fluff- it's peaceful in his embrace, soft purring noises filling your ears as you look up at him with a smile, thanking him for protecting you
sidenote, he also does this when it starts raining! storms tend to happen spontaneously in Liyue, especially in the spring, so whenever it starts drizzling Foul Legacy wraps you up in moth coat so you can stay warm and mostly dry. he glares up at the rain, sticking out his tongue as you both hurry home- Legacy's completely drenched by the time you arrive at your house, whining and shaking his head to rid it of the rainwater. you quickly grab a towel and start ruffling his damp ginger hair, a small grin on your face as he lets out small chirps and trills at the attention, his tongue coming out to give your cheek a quick lick
he's definitely going to need a bath- preferably with a hot drink and blankets to cuddle in afterwards <3
#genshin impact#childe#tartaglia#foul legacy#foul legacy childe#genshin tartagalia#genshin childe#genshin tartaglia#chit chat#anon#i would sit in moth coat so often#because sometimes i get overwhelmed and it's like hhhh i need somewhere quiet#sometimes if you sit in there for a long time you make up constellations based on the sparkles#he also shields you from the wind :)#short scenario#other's stuff#good evening :)
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𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫~♡
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:none it's cozy floofy fluff <3
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"Angel, I'm home~"
Childe's voice sounded out in a sweet melodious voice, it was music to your ears. Although it had probably only been a few hours without Childe, your heart could not stop palpitating up and down in excitement.
"Childe!"
You excitedly clinged onto his waist while he hang his thick fur coat onto the hanger right beside the main door. You sat beside him as he sat on the warm cozy sofa, right in front of the fireplace.
The fireplace warmed your body up during the freezing cold winter in Snezhnaya-your boyfriends hometown. But Childe was different, he warmed you up in a different way from the fireplace.
He warmed you up from the deep depths of your soul, the warmth continuously radiating through you as you snaked your hands around his waist, feeling his toned abs brushing against your hand.
You sat yourself on his lap and made yourself comfortable while laying your head on his chest. You could hear the soft thumps of his heart. It felt calming.
"I missed you so much, honeybun..."
The sweet pet names that he gave you sounded too sweet for you. In fact, usually, you would tell him to stop calling you using those names, but this time, you were too comfy to even care.
You felt a cold tingling feeling on your scalp. You looked up and found Childe,playing with your hair gently while caressing your rosy cheeks that he longed to pinch.
He lifted your strands of hair up and looked at them in awe. He looked like a child seeing snow for the first time, you let out a small chuckle.
" Sweet cheeks, your h/c hair... So pretty... "
He muttered softly while playing with your hair, his eyes sparkled with delight when you sat up to give him more freedom to play with your hair.
"Really? Thanks Childe..."
You replied thankfully. The sofa had never felt so hot as your cheeks burned up, a soft red patch of light pink slowly appearing on your face.
" I see that my cutie patootie is blushing huh? "
" Childe! Stop with the pet names and... I'm not blushing! "
You turned more red with every second that passed as a small chuckle whispered into your ear sent soft sparks down your spine.
Although this moment was not the perfect sweet moment you had wished for, you still felt complete and happy, just like the main character in the romance books that you used to read.
But now you did not need any romance books or movies, Childe was by your side, and that, on it's own, was enough already.
~END~
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#childe tartaglia ajax#childe x y/n#childe#childe tartagalia#genshin#tartaglia#childe fluff#childe x reader#childe scenarios#cuteness#genshin fluff#childe genshin impact#genshin impact#tartagalicious
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Part 2 to In the Dark
Curiosity
Switch! Dahyun x Switch! Tzuyu
Mainly Top! Tzuyu
Reciprocation, pet names, fingering, oral, grinding, mentions of toys, voyeurism, and other idols
Something changed in Tzuyu. She's gotten tired of always being the cute youngest. She'd be lying if she said she didn't like the attention though. That with her being a foreigner let her get away with a lot of stuff. The Unnies always baby her. Which is sometimes comical with her cynical attitude and quick comebacks. Cheayoung and Dahyun always treated her more as an equal. The three are not afraid to crack a few dirty jokes at each others expense. Usually in the form of teasing Cheayoung mercilessly about being whipped for Mina.
Cheayoung was actually the first to notice the sudden behavior change between her friends. Dahyun was definitely not one of the physical members, but she had been practically laying on Tzuyu through most of the tour. She's only ever been like this for short periods after being with Sana a little too long.
Cheayoung caught Dahyun after her solo stage, watching Tzuyu's solo with heart eyes, and confronted her about it. "And yet you tease me about being whipped."
Dahyun jumped a little and turned to see who caught her. "Oh, Chea." She turned back to the screen. "Isn't she just so pretty these days?"
"She's always been pretty. It's kinda what she's know for." She poked Dahyun's cheeks. "Dubu's got a crush."
Like a moth to a flame Sana suddenly appeared, ready for her solo, at the mention of crush. She threw herself at Dahyun who was in her floofy dress still. "Aww! My baby Dubu has a crush?" She looked back to the screen realization hitting. "Is it Tzuyu? Do you want some pointers?"
Dahyun shrugged her off and looked down shyly. Tzuyu had just finished her solo on screen which gave Dahyun a convenient excuse to leave. " I should go get dressed"
"Fighting" Sana yelled after her as she got ready to go on stage herself.
That's how it started. Cheayoung was all bubbly and excited, so naturally she told the news to Mina. Mina is very respectful of privacy so it would have died there, but twice's resident gossip knew. When Sana came off stage she could practically be holding a sign that said I know something ask me about it. She told Jihyo first, then Momo and Nayeon together, and Jihyo filled in Jeongyeon. In a matter of minutes everyone knew, but Tzuyu. They all found it absolutely adorable that the youngens where curious of each other.
They all would claim to be incredibly good wing women after this. They were literally throwing the two together anytime they could. Moving their costumes to the same changing space, bringing them into conversation with each other then making an excuse to leave, and dragging one to dance with the other on stage.
Dahyun got what they were doing, and, although embarrassed, was greatfull. She did end up taking a few pointers from Sana, whether she wanted them or not. She ended up leaning over her during the encore cutely nuzzling her face.
Tzuyu thought that everyone was acting a little weird. She quickly realized that the Unnies were basically throwing her at Dahyun though she didn't know why. Maybe she had upset the others. She did enjoy Dahyun being more affectionate with her. Most of the members were preoccupied with their own 'playmates'. As much as they would deny that, Tzuyu wasn't blind or, unfortunately, deaf. She knew what went on behind closed, sometimes wide open, doors. Quite literally all of them have at least one person for those activities sometimes more, except her. Not for lack of trying. Tzuyu had tried to appear more sexy as of late, but they only ever saw baby Tzuyu. That's why Dahyun getting a little more handsy was actually nice for her.
She sat with Dahyun in the back of the van watching her play a game on her phone. Everyone was pretty quiet on account of Nayeon being an absolute dumb ass during the concert. No one wanted to break the tension between her and Jihyo. She wondered who she was going to pair off with when they got to the hotel. Jeongyeon went to be by herself, and Cheayoung grabbed Mina's hand so fast and pulled her to her. Tzuyu made a mental note to tease her about that later.
Dahyun came up behind Tzuyu and hugged her. "Do you wanna sleep with me Tzu?"
Everyone left in the lobby was surprised Dahyun had the balls to ask, but Tzuyu took it at face value. "Sure Dahyunie. It'll be like old times."
They held hands and walked off towards their room. They got into the room, and the first thing Tzuyu did was ask Dahyun if she minded if she showered first. Dahyun said she didn't mind, mostly because she was still a little scattered that Tzuyu agreed to sleep with her.
Tzuyu headed off to shower. While in there she started thinking about why Dahyun seemed so off. Sure she had been a little bit more touchy as of late, but she had this new awkwardness to her. That combined with the fact the Unnies were throwing them together made her realize. Dahyun must like her. She started thinking out loud. "So when she asked me to sleep with her... Oh!" Everything came to her with a sudden clarity as things tend to do in showers for some reason.
She had always liked Dahyun to a certain extent. Thought she was hilarious and very pretty. They'd always been great friends. She does have to admit though, that she's stolen her fair share of glaces at her over the years. She whispered to herself, "well if that's what she wants..."
Meanwhile, while Tzuyu was showering, Dahyun was panicking. It's not like she hasn't had sex before, but this was Tzuyu. Sweet, innocent, little Tzuyu. She couldn't approach this like her times with Sana. She had to be the one in control here. Make sure the baby is comfortable with it.
She was debating with herself on how to approach it. She couldn't very well just be naked and waiting. She's not even sure if Tzuyu understands her point in having her sleep with her. She settled on changing into a white babydoll nightgown that was, by her standards, a little too sexy (which means it is totally normal), and laying on the bed playing on her phone, waiting.
Tzuyu, now knowing what Dahyun wanted, walked out of the shower in just a towel wanting to tease her a bit. When she saw Dahyun in her nightgown it just further proved her suspicions. Poor Dahyun's eyes nearly popped out when she came out in the towel. "Sorry, Dahyunie. I forgot to bring my underwear in the shower."
Dahyun opened and closed her mouth a few times trying to get words out. "Oh.. it's fine." She managed to mutter. She was going to go back to mindlessly playing on her phone, but then Tzuyu suddenly dropped the towel and shuffled through her suitcase. More than likely" looking " for her underwear.
Tzuyu stole a few glances at Dahyun to make sure she was looking. Looking was an understatement. Dahyun was boring holes into her backside she was staring so hard. Tzuyu found a nice pair of red lace lined panties with sheer parts on the hip bones and a small bow on the front. When she went to put them on, she made sure to bend over in such a way the Dahyun had a clear view of everything she had. When she stood back up she put on a T-shirt that was much too short to be considered a sleep shirt. It barely covered her ass.
Tzuyu climbed into bed next to Dahyun. She nuzzled into her side peaking at what she was doing on her phone. She had no interest in the game at all though. In fact, she couldn't even tell you what it was. She just used it as a convenient excuse to get way too close to a slowly redening Dahyun. She leaned over and suddenly started pecking up and down Dahyun's neck.
"Uh... Tzu.. what are you doing?" Dahyun stammered.
Tzuyu pulled back and looked straight in her face, " Unnie tastes good."
Dahyun nearly died. She can't mean that. She can't know what she's talking about. "Wh-what?"
Tzuyu sighed. Direct approach it is. "I know why Dahyunine asked me to sleep with her. I know the members have that sort of relationship. I hear it all the time, and I am willing." Before Dahyun could open her mouth to refute it, Tzuyu grabbed her face and kissed her.
Dahyun didn't kiss back at first too shocked, but slowly melted into the kiss. When they pulled apart the first thing Dahyun said was, "Wait. You've heard us?!"
Tzuyu giggled, "When have Nayeon or Sana ever been quite, and I've definitely walked in on Sana and Jihyo 'cuddling', in bed, naked more than once." She did air quotes around the cuddling.
Dahyun dramatically threw herself around Tzuyu whining, "Oh my gosh! Not the baby! We've corrupted you."
"As if you weren't staring at my ass minutes ago. " Tzuyu moved to straddle Dahyun shaking her ass a little to prove a point. " Now, if you would, do more than stare please. "
Dahyun raised a hand, but stopped halfway " Are you sure, princess? "
"Very. Now touch me or I'm going to do it myself. "
"Yes ma'am." Dahyun moved her hand up her side from her hip feeling around the soft curves of the youngest while the back side of her other hand caressed her cheek. She pressed her lips to hers and it was sweet, innocent, almost child like.
Tzuyu wasn't having anymore of being treated like a child. She pulled Dahyun by the back of her neck and crashed her lips against hers so hard their teeth clashed. Tzuyu easily won the battle of tongues. When she pulled back she bit Dahyun's earlobe and whispered, "Don't you dare treat me like a baby."
Dahyun stared at Tzuyu. Really looked at her. Her slender yet shapely figure exuded confidence and strength on her lap. Her curves flowed seamlessly, with an elegant arch of her back that accentuated her natural beauty. The gentle contour of her hips and the subtle rise of her collarbone added to her enchanting allure. She seemed to radiant a magnetic energy even in just a simple T-shirt. What stood out as different though was her eyes. There was a certain darkness there that she'd never seen before. She wanted this.
"You're beautiful Tzu." She ran her hand up her abs lightly. She looked at Tzuyu one more time just to be sure.
Tzuyu sighed. "Go ahead and touch."
Dahyun palmed her left breast then gave it a gentle squeeze. Her chest pushed into her touch.
It was sweet. Too sweet and Tzuyu wasn't having it. She threw off her shirt and pinned Dahyun's hands to her sides. She sucked on Dahyun's neck aiming to bruise. " I said.. " She pulled down the chest part of Dahyun's nightgown and bit then sucked on her right nipple," don't treat me like a baby. "
Dahyun sucked in a breath. This is not how she planned it. "Where did you learn.." she stopped remembering Tzuyu had seen them before, "you know what never mind."
Tzuyu smirked. She put her thumb and forefinger to Dahyun's lips. "Wet," she demanded.
Dahyun sucked her fingers into her mouth content. Swirling her tongue around the pads of her fingers.
Moments later these same fingers were twisting and pulling on the nipple not occupied by Tzuyu's mouth. Making them both red, hard, and puffy. A sharp contrast to her pale skin.
Dahyun had her eyes closed, but looked down for a moment. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen. Tzuyu attached to her nipple. Her own chest shining with saliva.
Tzuyu chose that moment to bite her other nipple and roll it between her teeth. Dahyun whined out in pain or pleasure she wasn't sure. She bucked her hips as much as she was able to with Tzuyu sitting on her.
"That's better princess." Something in Tzuyu snapped at hearing Dahyun whine, and she wanted to hear more of the sounds she'd make. The power going to her head a little bit.
She decided it would take far too much time to rid Dahyun of her nightgown and instead settled with having her chest exposed and skirt bunched around her waist. With that she could finally see her panties. White, of course, a little ruffly, perfect and turning slightly sheer. Tzuyu licked her lips and put her knee against her pussy hard.
Dahyun moaned and rutted against her knee. Fully losing herself in the moment.
"That's a good girl." She fiddled with the waistband of her underwear. "I think it's my turn to play with Dahyunie."
Dahyun blushed fully up to her ears, but assisted Tzuyu with removing her own underwear by lifting her hips. What she didn't expect was the kiss to her pelvis.
Tzuyu held the panties up as if inspecting them. " Pretty. I think I'll keep them. " She flung them over by her suitcase.
Dahyun was squirming now. " Unnie. " She was too lost to comprehend what she said.
Tzuyu decided she quite like it. She nipped at her inner thighs pushing her legs up over her shoulders." Let's she if the princess tastes like tofu too. "
She licked a gentle strip up her slit. She tasted delicious, and, judging by the scream Dahyun let out, she enjoyed it a lot.
Tzuyu wanted more, so she pushed her tongue into her, past her outer folds.
Dahyun grabbed Tzuyu by her hair to keep her there. She jumped suddenly when she felt teeth. Tzuyu was nibbling on her clit god help her. She couldn't have learned that by watching them. No one watches that closely without being caught.
Her train of thought was cut off when she switched from nibbling to sucking and moaning to send vibration up her spine. She was actually worried for a moment that someone would come check on the amount of screams that she just let out.
"That's right. Let everyone hear you." Tzuyu went back to sucking her clit but also quickly thrust two fingers into her. Her fingers started pistoning in and out of Dahyun rapidly. "Imagine how much better it'd feel if I had YOUR strap. Being fucked with your own strap by your sweet... Little ... Tzuyu." She punctuated each word but a particularly hard thrust.
"I can't... Unnie.. cumming." Dahyun thrashed around bucking up into Tzuyu. She let out a silent scream clenching around her fingers. It took her a moment to calm down.
"How.. how bloody much do you watch us?" Dahyun asked exhausted.
Tzuyu giggled then sucked her fingers into her mouth. "It's very often that I walk into moaning in the dorm. I wanted to know what makes all those noises. To give you a number though, you specifically, about 12 times."
"Tzuyu you little voyeur. God this will just crush Jihyo. She wanted us to keep you pure." Dahyun shook her head.
"Oh trust me I know exactly why she wants that. But that's neither here nor there. " She straddled Dahyun's right thigh. " Can I... Use your thigh Unnie? " All of her earlier bravdo was gone now and replaced by the shy girl they all thought she was.
Dahyun grabbed her hips and pulled her down. "Do what you need to baby. Let me watch you for a change," She jabbed.
Tzuyu started rocking herself back and forth slowly on her thigh. She braced herself on Dahyun's stomach.
Dahyun ran her hands under the shirt Tzuyu was still wearing for some reason and threw it off into the corner of the room. Now she had an unobstructed view of Tzuyu's red panties slowly getting darker on her, now wet, thigh.
Tzuyu's face was turning red. She was biting back moans. She got faster.
"Oh, your so cute." Dahyun sat up. She pushed her thigh up and pinched a nipple. Tzuyu threw her head back. "Look at you so desperate like a puppy."
Tzuyu was whining. It felt so good. Dahyun got dirty feeling she was now in charge here, and so her mouth started running.
" Don't you forget to ask permission princess. You're doing so good." She started guiding her hips. She kissed up her neck." Sweet little girl needs taken care of. Doesn't she?"
Tzuyu nodded panting. " Please. "
" Are you close puppy? Wanna cum? " Dahyun said with a hint of smugness.
"Can I, please Dahyunnie. " Tzuyu asked tears pricking her eyes.
"Cum for me. Let me feel it." Dahyun felt a splash of liquid hit her leg.
Tzuyu fell off Dahyun. "I feel messy." She giggled.
"Once you get your breath back we can take a bath. " Dahyun offered.
"Yes please." Tzuyu said.
Dahyun rolled over to face Tzuyu. "But before that... Where in hell did you learn all that because there is no way you've been watching us that closely."
Tzuyu laughed like really laughed. She let out one word as a response. "Shuhua."
#twice#twice smut#twice chaeyoung#twice mina#twice momo#twice nayeon#twice dahyun#twice tzuyu#sana twice#chou tzuyu#kim dahyun#datzu#twice sana#twice jihyo#twice jeongyeon
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His fingernails are in a sorry state, his hair is probably sticking up every which way because of the way he’s been running his hands through it when he wasn’t eating his cuticles and he has the beginnings of an ulcer from the bad hospital coffee, but Steve doesn’t care. Because Eddie’s eyelids are fluttering and he’s starting to wake up. His left hand, the one without the IV, starts moving restlessly over the blanket and Steve catches it in his own, rubbing his thumb gently across Eddie’s knuckles. “Hey Eds,” he whispers through his smile, as those big brown eyes finally open fully.
“Hey,” Eddie croaks. His eyes flit across the room, the pupils a little larger than usual. They land on Wayne, who’s standing on the other side of the bed, holding Eddie’s other hand. “You’re bald,” Eddie says in wonder, voice hoarse.
Steve snorts. For someone who smokes weed on the regular, Eddie has a surprisingly low tolerance for hospital drugs. And now that he’s pumped full of painkillers because of his abdominal surgery, he’s probably high as a kite. Wayne knows it too, so he just smiles at the comment and says: “You’ve got a keen eye, son.”
Those big brown eyes land on Steve again. “You look funny.”
“Do I now?”
“Yeah…” Eddie considers him without real recognition, lifting his hand from where Steve was holding it loosely to trace his fingertips across Steve’s face. Steve happily crowds closer to his boyfriend so he can feel all he wants. “Your nose is a bit crooked,” Eddie says, trailing his fingers down Steve’s face, “and your hair is all floofy.” It’s said by a man whose dark curls fan all over the pillow. “You’re cute, though.”
“Really?” Steve feels laughter bubble up in his throat, lets it escape when Eddie nods all earnestly.
“Really cute,” Eddie repeats, trying to bop Steve’s nose but missing by a mile.
“Then I’m going to blow your mind.” He carefully gets up from his chair and moves even closer to Eddie, going slow as not to spook him. Eddie clearly doesn’t really understand what he’s intending to do, so he’s going all cross eyed to follow Steve’s movements. Steve kisses him on the cheek, pulling back to see his reaction.
Eddie doesn’t disappoint. His eyes are wide as saucers and his mouth is gaping comically. He turns his head to Wayne. “The cute guy kissed me!”
Wayne smiles indulgently. “I saw.”
Eddie turns back to Steve, his mouth still hanging open. Steve can’t help but kiss him again, this time on the lips - or as close as he can, seeing as Eddie is still closely resembling a fish out of water.
“You kissed me!” Eddie lifts his head from the pillow, straining his neck to stare incredulously at Steve.
The face Eddie makes is so hilarious, Steve has trouble keeping his laughter down. “Did you mind it?”
“No!” Eddie grins cheekily. “Cause you’re cute!” And he puckers his lips to receive another kiss.
Now, who is Steve to deny him that?
Based on this Instagram reel.
#steddie#steddie fanfic#steddie ficlet#steddie fic#Stranger Things#Steve Harrington#Eddie Munson#Wayne Munson#steve x eddie#established steddie#established relationship#hospital fic#ilse writes steddie fanfic#ilse writes fanfic
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of snow angels, ridiculousness, and the liberating breathlessness of falling in love with robin buckley
There's insistent knocking on the front door that draws Nancy's attention away from the book she's been sucked into for the last three hours.
"Coming!" she calls, moving the blanket from around her shoulders and rushing down the stairs. The knocking only gets more insistent and louder, and Nancy calls again, "I am coming, geez!"
If this is Mike who forgot his keys, again, she's going to ask Steve for the nail bat to whoop his ass like Erica has suggested a couple times already.
But when she opens the door, it's not Mike standing there. It's a very adorable, very excited-looking Robin, her hair and jacket covered in thick white snowflakes. When exactly it started snowing, Nancy doesn't know, but the streets are white.
And so is Robin.
Robin, who's grinning at her, swaying back and forth on her feet.
"It's snowing," is all she says, and Nancy wants to roll her eyes, because obviously, but all she can do is chuckle, feeling a bit breathless.
"Y-yeah, looks like it is, huh?"
"Snow, Nance!" Robin is laughing, her excited rocking almost turning into little jumps on the spot now, the same way Dustin does when he's overly enthused.
"It's winter, Robbie, that's bound to happen, you know?"
The nickname slips past her tongue before she can rein it in, and Nancy feels her cheeks heat up. She smiles, because that's what happens when Robin is there, and leans against the doorframe – partly to keep herself from reaching out and taking Robin's hand in hers like she's been longing to do.
It's crazy and Nancy doesn't really know what to do with it. This fluttering inside her chest, this inability to stop smiling, and – most importantly – this readiness to just follow Robin anywhere. Not just physically, but mentally. Robin's thoughts are all over the place most of the time, but still Nancy wants to follow them, wants to understand, wants to share with Robin the way she sees the world.
Nancy has always loved exploration and knowledge, has always valued facts and arguments and discourse and all those things that make stupid people roll their eyes in exasperation and impatience. But never Robin. She will engage with Nancy's hunger for knowledge, will support it, will spend hours in the library with her, smiling and bringing Nancy books upon books, even if they will stray from their original mission because Robin got excited over one thing or another, and then it's Nancy who indulges with a smile on her face.
They follow each other, and they do it with soft smiles, gentle massages if they've been stuck in one position too long, and patience. Curiosity. Trust.
It's new. It shouldn't work – and it didn't, in the beginning – but it does. Miraculously, wonderfully, it does. Miraculously, wonderfully, Robin's excitement sparks a giddiness in Nancy that she can only compensate by letting out a breathy laugh.
That only makes Robin grin all the brighter, and Nancy feels dizzy with it.
"Come and make snow angels with me. Dingus is busy, he has betrayed me and I'll make him pay by making the mightiest of all snow angels! And you're gonna join me."
Nancy's cheeks are starting to ache from smiling so much, but still she keeps at it. She crosses her arms in front of her chest and inclines her head.
"Oh, am I now?"
"You are in fact, Lady Wheeler," Robin says in that voice of hers. That stupidly endearing voice. "You're going to put on your coat and that floofy pink wooly hat that Steve crocheted for you the other week, and you're gonna join me on this adventure."
They look at each other for a moment or two, the snow keeps falling, covering Robin in white flakes that look so good on her, that make her look so young, so carefree. So beautiful.
See, beautiful is not usually a word that Nancy associates with the other woman. Smart, yes. Adorable, infuriating, endearing, really fucking amazing, sure. But lately, Nancy has started to put beautiful up there on the shelf of Robin Words inside her mind.
Before she knows it, captivated by the ethereal beauty of Robin covered in snow, waiting patiently, the entirety of her absolutely breathtaking attention solely on Nancy, she reaches up and brushes a strand of Robin's hair back behind her ear.
"Uhm."
The excitement and giddiness make way for something different and Nancy watches as Robin's face falls slightly. It does that sometimes when she looks at Nancy for a bit too long and Nancy looks back. When they share something personal that makes the air sizzle or heavy between them.
And every time Nancy forgets how to breathe.
"I'll be right back," she says, her voice no more than a whisper, before she whirls around and all but slams the door shut behind her. She leans against it for a second, catching her breath and clenching her eyes shut. "Get it together, Wheeler!" she hisses at herself.
But eventually she does grab her coat, puts on her new hat that Robin keeps commenting on, and grabs some matching woollen gloves. When she opens the door, Robin is still outside, but her grin has made way to a more tender smile. She's made no move to free her hair from the snow, and Nancy has to bite her tongue on the remark that she's gonna catch her death like that. Because snow looks too good on her, and Nancy apparently likes to watch now.
"Well, let's go then, Lady Buckley," she says and pulls the front door closed behind her.
Robin immediately offers her arm for Nancy to link with, which she promptly accepts.
"Oh, I'm no lady," she says, taking Nancy down her driveway and onto the street, leading her away from home. "I'm a knight who tricked the king in a game of wits. I'm gonna be head of the royal guard one day, actually."
Nancy smiles down at the white ground, her heart fluttering at Robin's antics. Of course she's a knight, not a lady, and of course she says it in such a matter-of-fact voice that there's not a hint of doubt to it.
"Let me guess, the king is Steve."
"Please," Robin scoffs. "The king is Erica, who's tricking the entire kingdom into believing Steve has any say here."
Nancy laughs at that and sobers only when Robin joins her. Sobers because it's quite breathtaking to see Robin joking and making up stories so easily, laughing in a manner so carefree it's liberating.
Robin is always liberating. Nancy has never met someone like her, has never felt like she does around Robin. Never dared. Never followed anyone as lightly as she does with her.
At night, when the hours on the clock aren't real anymore, stuck in the void between 2am and 5am, Nancy feels like she has uncovered one of life's great mysteries when she's with Robin. Or maybe Robin has discovered it simply by existing and being herself. By being Steve's soulmate.
But Nancy gets to witness it, gets to exist in Robin's orbit, gets to follow her wherever she leads, gets to explore and experience life through Robin's eyes and hands and words. There is always sense to her ramblings, and it's usually deeper than she lets on at first, but it always captures Nancy in a way that no one ever has before.
Like now, when Robin lets go of her arm and takes Nancy's gloved hand in hers, leading her down a trail and into the forest. She's sure that Robin isn't even entirely aware of how tight their grip is, but Nancy only laughs as she follows, hiding the way she squeezes Robin's hand by feigning a stumble here and there. Robin's grip is secure and unrelenting, and Nancy feels safe.
"We always used to go here when I was little, because my mother said that the angels are always in the woods more than around the houses, and so they'd find my snow angels better if they were here than in my backyard. Granted, that didn't stop me from essentially digging over our yard in my clumsy attempts at making snow angels first thing in the morning, but mother just left me to it and made hot choc– Oh shit!"
Robin stops abruptly and whirls around to Nancy, still not letting go of her hand.
"I should have made hot chocolate! Because we're gonna be freezing so hard when we're done. I'm so sorry, Nancy, next time I'm gonna bring hot chocolate!"
Next time. Nancy isn't even entirely sure what's gonna happen, but the thought of a next time makes her heart jump somehow. So she brings her hands up to Robin's shoulders and keeps her still.
"Next time," she says, smiling gently at the ball of nerves that is Sir Robin of Buckley, royal knight to the kingdom.
"Next time," Robin confirms and calms down. "Next time. Good, yes, perfect." She looks around at the untouched snow in the clearing they have reached and then looks back at Nancy with an almost manic grin. "Let's make some snow angels, Lady Wheeler."
"Sure," Nancy laughs, everything inside her tingling in the face of that look on Robin's face. "I'm guessing this is as good a time as any to tell you that I've honestly never made a snow angel before."
And Robin is gaping at her. Appalled, horrified, positively flabbergasted! Nancy wants to kiss it away, but all she does is turn away with what can only be called a giggle. Nancy Wheeler is not someone who giggles! She hasn't since sophomore year of high school! Leave it to Robin Buckley to resort her to all those confusing things again, but in a softer way than boys ever have.
Maybe that's what it's like to like a girl. Soft. Easy. Tentative and yet so sure. The air filled with a kiddy kind of patience and a patient kind of giddiness that makes you want to take her hand more than it makes you want to kiss her.
Maybe. She never asked. But it's definitely what it's like to like Robin Buckley. Maybe she's special like that, too.
"I'll show you how to make a snow angel, Nancy Elizabeth Wheeler the twenty-third, and if it's the last thing I do!" Robin declares, and Nancy sputters at the ridiculousness of the name. Robin only grins back, obviously proud of herself. God, Nancy wants to kiss her stupid and then do nothing but hug her in the snow.
And so Robin shows her. They lie down in the snow beside each other, their eyes meeting, their arms spread out. Robin reaches for her hand, linking their fingers slowly, oh so slowly that it sort of takes Nancy's breath away. She wants to learn. Not only how to make a snow angel, but also how to hold Robin's hand in a way that makes her feel safe, too. Warm. Wonderful. Giddy.
All those urgently soft things that Nancy is feeling right now.
Gently, slowly, Robin moves their linked hands up until they can't hold each other's eyes anymore, the sight obstructed by linked hands on glittering white powder. It's Nancy who moves their hands down, farther than where they started, all the way until they'd have to let go.
"Yeah," Robin rasps when they still again. "That's how you do it. You move your arms up and down to create the wings, and then your legs to make the dress."
Nancy smirks, moving their hands in the motion Robin suggested, her other arm joining in, but her legs still. "What if my angel is actually a royal knight who tricked the king and will be head of the royal guard one day?"
She's flirting. And even though Robin's cheeks are red from the cold, she could swear they flush even further.
"Knights can wear dresses, too."
"Mm-hm. This one feels better like this, though," Nancy argues, her smile softening. "They look better like that, too."
Robin hesitates for a second, her breath hitching, before she comes up to lean on one arm, hand still linked with Nancy's.
"Ridiculous angel, huh?"
Nancy feels dizzy with the way Robin looks at her, that heaviness back to her gaze, a certain importance that looks a lot like the urgent softness and soft urgency Nancy's been feeling since Robin came knocking on her door.
"Absolutely infuriating angel," she agrees, feeling rather breathless. "Ridiculous. Stubborn enough to turn entire worlds on their head, and endearing enough to get away with it."
Robin huffs, looking down for a moment as if in an attempt to hide her face. Nancy can't quite breathe or track her own mind, but that's fine because all she wants to focus on is Robin.
That's another wonderful feature about her. Nancy's mind is very loud very often, but not in the same way that Eddie's or Steve's or even Robin's are. It's loud with responsibility, with the need to control, to explore, to figure out, to solve.
Robin gets her to quiet down. Gets her to focus on something other than that.
Something less to do with Nancy Wheeler and the world, and everything to do with Robin Buckley and the universe. Life. In a different way than what can be captured and expressed with science and reason and words.
That was what's drawn Nancy in, and that's what's keeping her.
It's what makes her shift her hold on Robin's hand so they're holding onto each other more securely.
"What?" she's whispering when Robin doesn't move for a while, and it's quiet enough not to burst the bubble of heaviness they find themselves in.
"Nothing." Robin shakes her head and then lets herself fall forward into the snow, her head inches away from Nancy's. Their hands, still linked, are now resting on Robin's stomach. "The ridiculous angel is just a mess."
Nancy's heart is fluttering at Robin's proximity and her breathy voice so, so close. She turns lightly, lying on her side in the snow, her other hand landing between them. They're so close she can smell Robin's scent of laundry detergent, books, Steve and something much sweeter.
"How?" she asks, just as breathy as Robin.
There's a huff of breath and Nancy can see that Robin's eyes are closed. "Because the ridiculous angel is ridiculous enough that… that they can't stop thinking about… someone. And think that there might be something there. Something more. With that someone."
"Someone," Nancy says, smiling still, and Gods, she feels so inebriated with it. "Why's it ridiculous to like that someone?"
"It's not ridiculous to like that someone. It's a law of nature, actually, to like that someone. She's, like, the smartest, prettiest, most badass gir– someone out there. It's just ridiculous to think that they would like the angel back. It's ridiculous to think that they'd like how much the angel dreams about taking their hand and holding it as they kiss. How much the angel thinks about holding them. It's all the angel, the ridiculous, infuriating angel can think about. The angel is actually a crazy person, you see."
"I see," Nancy breathes, her smile so wide, so painful that she wonders briefly if it should at all be possible to smile so wide. But she does. Because Robin still has her eyes closed. Because Robin is a crazy person. And so is Nancy.
Crazy. Absolutely batshit. Gone for the angel.
"Robbie?"
"Yes?"
"Can you look at me?"
"Why?" She sounds like a toddler, her question more a refusal than a complaint, and it makes Nancy laugh. Crazy.
"Please?" And Nancy knows no one can resist her pouty voice. Robin herself has told her so.
It works. Robin opens those pretty eyes of hers and Nancy hopes that one day she'll get her breath back. They look at each other for a moment, two, three, and then Nancy moves her free hand up to Robin's cheek, gently stroking the hair back from her eyes.
And then she whispers, because she's still out of breath, because she doesn't want to spook Robin, and because she doesn't want to burst their bubble. She isn't ready yet for the world to hear. Only Robin. Only Robin. "None of that is ridiculous."
It takes a moment, but then understanding dawns in those eyes and Nancy is falling and falling and falling. That smile catches her, though.
"It's not?"
"It's not."
A beat.
"Shit," Robin breathes, and then they're laughing again, leaning into each other with it until their foreheads are touching, the snow making way for every confession, every touch, every possibility.
"Nance," she whispers once they've calmed down again. "Can I kiss you?"
"Yeah."
And so they kiss in the embrace of the snow angels they've made, half covered by snow, secluded and safe from the world so ready to judge. It's just them. And Nancy finds that kissing Robin Buckley feels just as right as saving the world with her, just as right as following her into the library, into the forest, into the depths of her mind.
She never wants to stop.
written for @thefreakandthehair's spicy six winter fic challenge. the prompt: “I’ve honestly never made a snow angel before.” 🤍 thank you for creating this event/challenge! 🤍
#ronance#robin x nancy#nancy x robin#ronance fic#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#stranger things#dio words#this is my first ronance idk if this is okay. Nancy is a bit strong on the introspection in this one but eh it happens#she has a lot of thoughts okay?#sapphic love is soft and so are they. I hoped to convey that#go check out the collection on ao3 and read people's works (or click the tag to read on tumblr#lexswinterficchallenge#might post this to ao3 when it's not 3.17am lmao
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thinking about playing with levi’s hair....it looks so soft
me too. always.
It's so wavy, the perfect combination of fluff and soft. If he doesn't wrap his hair up after he showers then it gets floofy and puffed, some of his bangs curling up and framing his face. Whatever you do, do NOT scrub a towel thru his hair >:( because that makes it fluffier (wink wink) !!
The cowlicks when he stirs awake all drowsy, especially since Levi tosses and turns in his sleep a lot; sleeping with you doesn't always mean he's sleeping well. Where his undercut lays has loose tufts curling up, bangs messed like a fringe across his forehead.
Levi's hair grows quickly. When it's the point of him cursing and flicking his bangs off his eyes, he just needs to tie them back. The shaved parts of his head get less prickly and more fuzzy, and sooner or later his undercut is long enough to scrape his nape. He's putting that up too until he gets time to cut it... but he won't object too much if you want to do a messy lil braid. He enjoys feeling your hands in his hair.
Like almost too much. Those scalp massages never fail to make his eyes flutter shut in bliss and, if you're lucky, he will lean into your hand the littlest bit and let himself enjoy it.
Tucking inky strands behind his ear when they slip free makes his heart clench with affection. When you pat him on the head, unironically, it stirs a little giddiness in him. He's really a simple man with simple likes, ok?
When Levi wants affection, he doesn't know how to ask for it, so he will take your hand and place it on his cheek, or in his hair. He loves to feel your fingers flow through the wavy strands and rub. It's really the way to his heart. Even though curling your finger around a strand makes it curl up later, his cheeks turn pink in the moment :(
#im soft now#levi ackerman x reader#levi x reader fluff#levi x you#levi ackerman x you#levi x reader#captain levi x reader#captain levi x you#levi x mc#levi x oc#levi x y/n#levi ackerman fluff#levi ackerman x black reader#levi fluff#aot levi#snk#levi.thoughts
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Another piece and a bit of an excerpt from "The Festival of Serpents" a Lyra Heartstrings and Sweetie Drops cross-cultural jam, set in The Eternal Courtship AU.
Bonnie brushed through her wife's mane, listening intently as Lyra went on about her ancestral homeland…
"When I was just a little filly great, great grand-mam Flameberge used to tell us all stories about them, Selene and Marceline. She was something else."
Her smile was tinged with the nostalgic sadness of family lost. Bonnie paused in brushing through her wife's now bright orange mane to lovingly stroke her cheek. Lyra gave her hoof a nuzzle and continued.
"Great-great grandda Fortune Fair, now he was a crazy old coot. I used to think his mind was just gone. We ALL did. The way he would carry on about 'The Old Ways'. Still, he seemed so happy sometimes- like when he used to tell us about the time he actually saw Marceline."
"Met her? Isn't She one of your people's gods?"
Lyra nodded. "Yep. She gave all us Mares of the Isle our red manes and big floofy chests." Lyra puffed up the crest of her barrel- a trait normally only seen in pegasi and even then, hardly so prominent as Lyras.
Bonnie smirked and gave her wife an affectionate nuzzle. "Remind me to thank her sometime."
Lyra kissed her hoof with a proud ruffling of her fluff. "Heh. The legends differed on what She looked like. Some said She was stone gray with a mane as black as ink and huge, hooked wings with wounds on her neck like a vampire bite. Some of the old-timers said She WAS the first vampire, others said… well, She roamed the deepest parts of the woods, far from the edges of any of our villages or fields. WAY out where She could be alone, doing whatever gods do when she wasn't with Selene."
Lyra laughed heartily and began to pantomime exaggerated waves of her hooves, speaking with the raspy tones and exaggerated accent of an old stallion mariner of the Coltic Isle.
"Back in those days, before the coming of those Golden Coast heathens a unicorn knew their place. Children of the world were we, children of the isle, the soil- but our mares, they were the daughters of the wood and we KNEW our place weren't there. That was HER land and we knew well enough to respect Our Lady's sovereignty…"
Bonnie laughed as Lyra turned to her, squinting and jutting out her chin. She theatrically sipped from an unseen flagon and wiped at an invisible beard.
"BUT there were those of us who were daft enough to go wandering where we shouldn't. And I just happened to be a stallion of such dubious mettle." She cackled and slapped her flank with a huge grin. "I had just been blessed with the delightful learning that your dear grammie would soon be blessing our happy home. Being a proper stallion of the isle, the lads took me out to celebrate, perhaps a little too much, it turned out."
Her voice grew more ominous in tone. "Soon, I was full of the spirit and wandering about in the woods. Not just any woods, mind you. These were the dark places, where the light found no home. The beautiful moon herself never touched the soil and the tree bark was as black as the pitch beneath the icy depth of the seas. I felt about in the dark, terrified by my own stupidity. Even …eh… encumbered… as I was , I knew I was not in the safest of places. Birds didn't sing out there. Nor bees fly. They knew better, as I should have. The things which grew knew no hoof nor horn. Things which were not for pony-kind. Old things lived out here, dark things, dangerous things."
Lyra's eyes darted about excitedly with a panicked glare "It was soon I heard their laughter. whispering in my ears. Taunting me, teasing, just on the edge of hearing, like shadows in my mind. They hissed and giggled- cruel, mocking voices like needles dipped in honey and hate. EVIL voices cackling tiny shrill things, threatening me with madness. I ran as I never had, tears in me eyes. I knew it would be my last night on the sweet coast of my family. My last thoughts would be fearing for your grammie and how I'd not be there to greet her into this world.
But then, I saw…"
She lifted a hoof and pointed to the distance, suddenly very still, reverent.
"The voices stopped. EVERYTHING stopped. The world itself froze in dead silence, like winter had claimed it all. The only way I could tell you I yet lived, sweet lassie, was the pounding in my chest and the blood, rushing through my ears. The eyes. Two spheres of green flame, floating in the dark. They drew me in. It was like looking into the maw of the serpent herself at the end of all things."
"She came from the dark… like nothing I had ever lain eyes upon. The most …beautiful and terrifying mare a body had ever beheld. Her ivory coat seemed to sprout from the dark, glowing like a star- like I was watching creation unfold. A body as lithe and graceful as the music of the wind. She had fetlocks that seemed to flow in a breeze all their own and a mane as crimson-red as the blood of Equis' own soul, trailing down to the grass. She towered over me, looking down with those eyes. Impossible eyes. They were… like looking into time. I could see our village being built, stone by stone. I saw the faces of my own dear ma and da, falling in love at the sweet summer festival. Meeting my sweet beloved Flameberge in the flower of our youth. I saw the birth of our first foal, and felt the cold across my gut of four stallions carrying my mortal remains to the pyre. There was no doubt about it, I was in the presence of The Wood Herself, The Great Mare of Soil and Stone and I was an idiot in the very deepest of trouble."
#my art#mlp g4#mlp au#mlp au lore#the festival of serpents#lyrabon#lyra heartstrings#bon bon#sweetie drops#bonnie#love#lgbtq#lesbian#culture#cultural erasure#mlp oc#eternal courtship#ashleyfableblack
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Hello I saw ur tags that you know about dinosaurs please tell me about weird dinosaurs (/not forced)
Thanks for the ask! I'm more than happy to info dump about my interests! Anyway here's a list of my favourite weird dinosaurs:
Yutyrannus
Yutyrannus is so far the largest known feathered dinosaur (the largest known specimen's weight is estimated at about 1.4 metric tons). I love floofy dinos and I think it's interesting that we haven't yet found feathers on dinos of comparable size. Of course there's a loooong debate about whether the really big guys like Tyrannosaurus had feathers but so far there's no definitive evidence one way or another.
I love Yutyrannus I just think they're so cute :) I love big floofy animals <3
Scansoriopterygidae
Scansoriopterygidae is a family of dinosaurs with a very weird and unique body plan. They have wings, but unlike their close relatives, the birds and dromaeosaurs, their wings are made of thin membranes stretched between their fingers, a lot like a bat. This family also happens to contain the dinosaur with the shortest binomial name: Yi qi.
Psittacosaurus
Themost remarkable thing about Psittacosaurus, in my opinion, is just how much we know about it. Many dinosaurs are known from extremely fragmentary remains, with most of their skeletons being inferred from better-known relatives. But we have specimens of Psittacosaurus that are so well-preserved that we can even know what colours it was.
The preserved skin that we have shows that it was mostly brownish, with black spots around its shoulders, and dark patches around its face and cloaca (imagine putting in all that hard work to become a paleontologist, and then you have to spend hours studying a dinosaur's butt. I might die of embarrassment if that was me).
I also love Psittacosaurus because it's just so goofy looking. It's a small, early-offshoot ceratopsian. It didn't have quite the level of ornamentation of, say, triceratops, but it does have two horn-like structures on its cheeks. Another weird thing about Psittacosaurus is the row of long bristles at the base of its tail. Scientists still aren't sure what they are, or why they're there.
Spinosauridae
Spinosauridae is a clade containing the well-known dinosaur Spinosaurus, and many lesser known dinosaurs that are all very weird. Ever since the discovery of Spinosaurus, this clade has baffled scientists. There have been endless arguements over the last few years over the lifestyle of these animals, from how well they could swim, to what they ate, to their hunting style, to just how aquatic they were.
One interesting recent discovery may give us some insight into these animals: a study of the skull of Irritator (yes, they named a dino Irritator, it's a long story) showed that as the jaw opened, it widened, similar to how pelican jaws work.
Honourable mention: Cryodrakon
Not a dinosaur, but a very cool-looking pterosaur! I gotta say, "Cryodrakon" is probably the coolest name given to any extinct animal ever.
I'm probably forgetting some dinos but those are some of my favourites!
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Peony Lestrange
A bit too yellow.
We are looking for:
-Hooded but flamboyant eyes
-Pale cheeks
-Long floofy hair
-Intense dark circles, preferably reddish
The programm decided blue was the best color. Other than that, the eyes are good.
She might probably benefit from a more realistic style. Those are just the rough ideas.
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TWST OC Profile ~ Waffle Cueva
Theme song to listen to while reading ^^
Name: Waffle Cueva
Nicknames: Sweet Baby - Sin
Sugar Pony - Lustre
Glitter Mess - Maya
Candy Cheeks - Forneus
Sweet Waffle - Damián
Gender: Genderfluid (She/They,some days no She)
Age: 18
Species: Unicorn Beasthuman
Birthday: 4/9
Zodiac: Aries
Height: 260cm/8ft'8in
Eye Color: Four Color Pastel Rainbow
Hair Color: Five Color Pastel Rainbow
Homeland: Briar Valley
Family: Sin Cueva - Adopted Father
Dominant Hand: Right
Favorite Food: Steamed Sliced Mixed Berries Topped on Oatmeal or Waffles
Least Favorite Food: Hasn't Found Yet
Dislikes: Uneaten Food,Serious Picky Eaters,Rotten Food,No Snuggles from Sin,People asking if can ride the Unicorn,Having to Clean up sparkles from being excited or flustered
Hobby: Collecting Cute Unicorn stuff,Making Sin Pies,Watching Cooking Shows,Decorating her Pink room,Picking fresh fruit from Orchard & Garden,Making Cotton candy,K-Pop Music
Talents: Cooking with Sugar,Baking,Pastry Decorating,Tasting,Hair & Tail care,Being Cute,Healing Magic
Elemental Magic: Flora/Special
Unique Magic: A Uni-corn-versal Tear Moment - Waffle's tears can cure any disease or illness someone has gained yet not ones people are born with. It is unsure if it needs a certain time to pass so her tears heal completely. To those born with em the tears soothe symptoms or pains. Waffle has learned first aid care as well so she a good medic
OC’s Lore Summary: Big Floofy Unicorn from the House of Cueva. Often People are surprised to learn she shares the house name and is adopted by Sin. Kinda shy around strangers but loves food so anything about it can make her quite chatty. Is so different from what people expect given Sin raised her.
(picrew,for non sprite reference please use sprite for color accuracy)
Personality: Bubbly with a big dash of cuteness she can't help it. She gets so passionate when it comes to food and can get angry if it has to deal with negative stuff about it or her father. You will know she's mad because her cheeks puff up and tail sways a lot but this is so rare. If you don't give her feedback on her food with a comment or burp you may see it mildly.
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Fun Facts: Sin's servant Maya found a little Waffle alone and hungry in the forest 16yrs ago. When Sin saw her he was so amused by her cuteness he adopted her days later.
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No matter what you do when looking at Waffle's hair,tail,and eyes you will always see the rainbow completely even if you on side you will still see all the colors. This is a natural unicorn affect.
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Art by @vivaresmala
Waffle is technically not a servant as is the daughter of the house but was hit with the deadly sins personality spell her father was casting on his other servants by accident. She gained the personality of Gluttony and became obsessed with food.
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Sin thinks due to the spell this is why Waffle grew from 5ft6in to 8ft8in as to greatly show her new self with this spell. Waffle doesn't mind as still cute unicorn just more squishy and tall
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Waffle does like scary stuff due to her father's love of it but not as much as cute. Often will make anything too scary stuff cute to fix. This includes her father sometimes as will dress him up which he is ok with cause he loves her yet looks ridiculous sometimes with bows everywhere. She does imitate Sin's hissing noise alot making her intimidating sometimes.
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The Ladle Waffle was given by Lustre and is colored to reflect gender choice. It has become Waffle's favorite cooking utensil. Also Waffle uses it as a weapon to smack people with if they make em mad. Forneus,another servant who flirts with Waffle alot gets smacked by it alot on the hand.
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Sin has told Waffle about a girl named Melanie at his college that's super cute like em. Waffle waits for the day to meet so can snuggle her.
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When Waffle gets super excited or flustered, tiny star sparkle glitter from hair or tail start falling out. Containing these emotions is troublesome sometimes.
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Often when Sin is at home Waffle will grab and snuggle in lap with all the glitter going everywhere. So much glitter and laughter but Maya is usually waiting for this to make Waffle clean up the mess.
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Waffle is the main cook/baker of the house with having others under her to make food for all in it. Waffle's signature dish is a big pot of hot lightly sweetened oatmeal that when placed in a serving bowl is topped with 3 to 4 berry varieties that have been steamed and sliced. Theres also a actual waffle/pancake version of this too where the berries are placed on waffles or pancakes.
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Now that you mention him, headcanons for Radford are required by law. I don’t make the rules, you now have too(in all seriousness, only if you want to)
When someone gives you a chance to delve into yet another underrated boi:
REGULAR HCs
-Radford and Robin are twins ^w^
-He actually used to be Streber's coworker but Streber ended up quitting. He still doesn't know why
-Third-wheel on almost all of Kevin and Streber's dates bc he thinks those two are adorable and relationship goals
-Hangs out with Rick alot. Many speculate this as him keeping Rick alive but let's not get into that-
-Wears a little Santa hat during December
-Had those little 3D looking glasses specially made for his job lol
-Actually knows quite a bit about movies and has some really interesting preferences
-COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE
TICKLE HCs
-As I mentioned in the Hatzgang hcs, he's often the target of sibling tickle attacks (mostly being held down by Robin while Rob and le unnamed little sister attack)
-Thus, he is a huge lee
-Worst spot is his back, especially near his shoulders
-He has ticklish cheeks; one time Streber thought his little mole was just dirt and tried to clean it off and discovered this, hasn't let him live it down
-SO feather-ticklish, it's crazy
-He has the squeakiest, dorkiest laugh you'd expect a movie nerd like him to have
-But still, every lee has their ler moments
-Loves tickling his siblings, Streber, and sometimes even Rick
-Coffee = energy = chasinggggg
-You can't escape this man... tho he might escape you
-Not hard to find him tho, he sucks at stopping his giggles lmao
-Hard as hell to fluster him tho, but enough teasing does eventually get to him
-Moles just below their eyes and floofy golden hair isn't the only family trademark. He has the same huge, bright smile as Robert
#eun writes#sm#spooky month#sm radford#spooky month radford#sm tickles#spooky month tickles#sm headcanons#spooky month headcanons#sm hcs#spooky months hcs#lee!radford#ticklish!radford#ler!radford
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