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iliaclwrites · 2 years
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omg hi!!! your eddie x cheerleader fic was so so good I’m actually obsessed!! can you maybe write one with cheerleader reader based off of the song favorite t-shirt by jake scott please?
jfgkjd this song is so cute omg !! as always my requests are open owo
"Your splits are looking really nice," Chrissy Cunningham said, squeezing your shoulder as you rifled through your gym bag, towel held up with one hand. "Just think! Only a couple more practices and the we'll be full-out."
You grinned at her, rolling your sore shoulders as you stepped into your denim shorts. "Let's hope the early morning practices pay off," you griped, rubbing at your eye with a closed fist before Chrissy swatted your hand away.
"Don't do that!" she complained, turning to sit on the changing bench. "You'll get wrinkles, you know!"
"Chris, the only thing giving me wrinkles is the fact I have to do weekend evening practice," you retorted, huffing as you sat down next to her. "I could barely open my eyes on the road I'm so pooped."
You had stumbled out of Eddie's bed, bleary and swearing and sore from yesterday's evening practice, tripping over his guitar and your pom poms as you tried to get ready. He knew how badly you did after naps, and had fallen unconscious at his place at twelve, full from lunch and exhausted. You were now running late for your eight pm practice on a Saturday evening, the only time the gym would be free for the girls to rehearse their stunts. He sat up slightly, watching you yank clothes from the floor and stuff them into your duffel, cursing like a sailor as you went.
He loved seeing you like this. At school, you were everyone's perfect cheerleader, with turn outs and tumbles and t-shirts from the GAP. At home, though? You slid around in mismatched tube socks and smoked cigarettes from the roof of his trailer, teaching him how to do smoke rings and eating dubiously expired foods from the back of his Uncle's fridge.
"Good luck, precious," Eddie had called from the bed, and pursed his lips for kisses as you bent to place a steaming cup of coffee down on the bedside table that he would, undoubtedly, chug cold in four hours time. "Um. Hello. Kisses, please?"
You had sighed, and he tugged you in by the pleats of your cheer skirt, making louder kissing noises in the dark. "You're so needy," you huffed, and he wrapped his hand around your thigh.
"I don't get to do this until, like, ten tonight when I pick you up," he grumbled, pressing a kiss to your knee. "Sue me."
You pressed one of his shoulders down, and kissed his mouth, still dry from sleep. He smacked his lips appreciatively when you pulled away, and threw a pillow over his head. "Don't fall! Go Tigers!"
"See ya, Eds," you said fondly, and slung your haphazardly-stuffed duffel around one shoulder. "Love you!"
"You too, sweet girl," he mumbled, and you shut the door.
Now, though?
You gaped down at your gym bag in a panic, the painted face of Eddie's Hellfire shirt staring up at you. Oh, fuck. In the hazy evening dark, you must have grabbed it, not noticing what it was. You glanced around the locker room. Chrissy was talking to some cheer leaders by the sink, and the girls' hockey team was just filing in, complaining about the rain. You chose your moment, shoving the shirt over your head and ducking out into the hallway and racing down the corridor into the open air of the carpark, where Eddie Munson was loitering.
"Ah! Princess!" he cheered, waving imaginary pom poms at you before freezing. "Hey, is that my--"
"Your shirt, yes," you hissed, storming past him and toward the van. The cool night air, fresh with rain, made your exposed legs prickle as you made you way toward the vehicle, pausing only when you realised Eddie hadn't moved. "...Eds?"
He was staring at you, cigarette halfway to his mouth, eyes sliding up and down your figure. Taking in the cheer shoes and white socks with frills on them, the bruises on your thighs that were a mix of his mouth and crash mat, the hint of denim hidden under his oversized Hellfire shirt. He dropped the cigarette and stalked over to you, crushing you against the side of the van.
"Fuck," he whispered, nosing at your ear.
"Eddie, what the hell?" you hissed, fingers automatically coming up to grip the collar of his battle vest. "What's going on?"
"Nothing, sweet girl," he murmured, toying with the hem of your (his!) shirt. "I'm just lucky to have you, yano?"
You snorted, and reached to unlock the van. He caught your wrist in his fingers and slowly drew them up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm. "Seriously," he insisted, ignoring your unimpressed look. "I am. You're funny. You're smart. You're fit. You're beautiful. Your taste in music could be worked on, but I'll take that, who doesn't love a project?" He smiled down at you, and you blinked up at him stupidly, lost for words in this sudden moment. "The top flyer of Hawkins High, here with me, in my t-shirt."
Your face melted, and you nudged a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "The top flyer of Hawkins High," you agreed, "never wants to wear anything else ever again."
"God," he groaned, burying his face in your neck. "You're it for me, precious. You know that?"
You giggled, and kissed his cheek. "Even if I want to listen to The Smiths all the way home?"
He tugged at the hem of your shirt. "Don't push your luck."
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triple-7-heaven · 2 years
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"Quiet" Night In
a/n: reader insert finally meets Chuu's parents after a few months of dating; they get along great, but Chuu's mind is on dirtier things, and reader insert has to keep her quiet so her parents won't overhear... little bit of fluff as an intro, smut as the main body. saw some prompt about sex while one partner's parents are home, mind went bonkers. also something about secretly horny Chuu drives me insane. this one is longer than usual owo pairing: male reader x chuu; words: 2.8k ; categories: loona, chuu, reader insert, smut, dirty talk, choking
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You and Jiwoo had been going out for a while. You met in a karaoke bar when you recognized her iconic voice and struck up a conversation, and for months now, you'd been going out on cute dates, sharing sweet kisses by the Han river, and taking road trips on the weekends. She said she loved you on your third date, out of nowhere. You were dropping her off at her apartment, and when you gave her a hug goodbye, you heard her tiny voice, muffled against your shirt.
"Goodnight, oppa, I love you! Let me know when you get home," she'd said. You tried to pull away from the hug to look at her, but she held on tight. "I know what I said... You don't have to say it back yet! I just wanted you to know," she squeaked.
"W-well Jiwoo, I ah, I love you, too. Really. I'll text you when I get home, sweet girl," you stuttered and laughed a little. Jiwoo was always quick to make moves like that; she'd even kissed you on your first date, and hugged you moments after you first introduced yourself. There was one thing she was eager to do, but still extremely nervous about: sex. She wanted you, badly, but she struggled to express herself. The two of you did end up sleeping together after about a month and a half, and Jiwoo loved it. More than you expected her to. It seemed like you'd been together through enough milestones, from first hugs to first kisses to first times with each other, and Jiwoo decided she wanted you to meet her parents. She was very close with them; they called her every day, but somehow you'd never spoken to them, even when you were in the room while they spoke on the phone.
"Hey... What do you say we stay at my parents' this weekend?" she suggested one night while you were watching TV on the couch together.
"That sounds perfect, Jiwoo," you said. "Do you, uh... Do you think they'll like me?"
"I think they'll love you!" she said cheerfully.
"Have they ever met one of your boyfriends before..?" you wondered aloud.
"I never liked anybody enough to introduce them," she answered. "You better feel honored." You laughed and kissed her, wrapping her in your arms and falling asleep with her on the couch.
That Friday, you and Jiwoo loaded up the car for the weekend, and she punched the address into your phone. You drove for about two hours, singing together, talking, laughing, pointing out the landmarks along the way to Cheongju. Finally, you made it, and Jiwoo pointed you to the right driveway. You pulled in and Jiwoo's father came out to help you unload your bags. She hugged him tightly and he spun her around before letting go and turning to you. You nervously stuck out your hand to shake his, but he hugged you, too. After a surprisingly comfortable and cheerful meeting with Jiwoo's parents, you had dinner with them, and took a short walk through Jiwoo's childhood neighborhood. She held your arm as you walked, together with her parents, and pointed out her old friends' homes, trees she'd fallen out of years ago, her parents adding some delightfully embarrassing anecdotes.
You spent the next late morning with Jiwoo and her parents in the city, and it was better than you could have imagined. You got along perfectly with both of her parents, and Jiwoo even had to interrupt a conversation you were having with her father so you could enter a café. After your noontime coffee, you returned to their home. You took the rest of the day easy, and after dinner, her parents retired to their room, the two of you retreating to Jiwoo's childhood bedroom. Thankfully, it wasn't too childish; it was more of a teenager's bedroom, now. It was just as she left it when she traveled to Seoul a few years ago.
"Hey... You look good today, huh?" Jiwoo said in a goofy tone, eyeing you. You sauntered over to her and grabbed her waist; she got up on her toes to kiss you.
"You look good, too, baby..." you mumbled. You traced your fingers over the curves of her waist and hips.
"Maybe... Maybe we could, uh..." she trailed off. Your eyes widened.
"Your parents, Jiwoo... They're right downstairs," you hissed.
"I can be quiet, oppa... Or you can make me," she said. You took a deep breath as you felt the warmth stir in your stomach.
How does she switch up so quickly..?
You kissed her again and started to unbutton your shirt. Jiwoo touched your chest hungrily as it was revealed, and hummed into the kiss, leaning further and further into you.
"Mmph... You know, ah... I had my very first time in here," she said between kisses. Hearing her say that both turned you on, and made you angry. On the one hand, the thought of Jiwoo losing her innocence, transforming into the sensual creature you knew her as now, was extremely alluring. On the other, the thought of Jiwoo being touched, kissed, fucked, by someone else... You picked her up by her waist and tossed her onto her bed. She looked up at you with puppy eyes, but you just continued to strip your clothes off. You pulled your belt from around your waist, and kept it in your left hand as you unbuttoned, dropped, and stepped out of your pants. Jiwoo's eyes snapped to the belt, then to your body, then back to meet your gaze. Her soft lips parted slightly and she smiled innocently. You closed the gap between you and kissed her neck hard. She gasped in surprise and began to wrap her legs around you. You felt her smooth thighs against your skin, and you moved your free hand to run it up under her skirt. You gripped her soft flesh and bit down on her neck simultaneously, causing her to make a sound of both pain and pleasure.
"Quiet... Your parents could hear," you said. She nodded.
"I'll be quiet, just... Don't stop," she pleaded. You set the belt on the mattress for later, and began to pull her shirt over her head; she raised her arms to help you, and kissed you briefly once it was removed. You grabbed her breasts and massaged them with your forehead pressed against hers, so you could watch her facial expressions as you had your way with her. You tapped her legs to signal to her to unwrap them from you, and she obeyed immediately. You pulled down her skirt and stepped back slightly to look at the desperate girl in front of you. Her wavy hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, her wispy bangs touched by a small film of sweat, her chest peeked out over a conservative but tempting pink lace bra. Your eyes traveled down her waist to her hips, hugged by a pair of matching pink lace panties, and further down to her perfect legs, squeezed by white thigh high socks.
"O-oppa?" she said, and you snapped out of the trance she had you in.
"Sorry, just... Looking at you," you said. She swung her feet off the bed playfully.
"Oh, yeah? Do you like what you see?" she asked.
"You know I do, baby," you answered. "You know this is just what oppa likes..." you trailed off and wandered back to the bed to make out with her again. You could tell she was trying her hardest to contain her excitement, whimpers escaping from her every now and then. Your hands ran through her hair and you took a firm hold on her head, pulling her back and looking at her face.
"You'll be a good girl and stay quiet for me to fuck your face, right?" you asked. She nodded, open mouthed. "Perfect. Get on your knees." You stood back and she dropped to her knees instantly. She really was a good girl, and her hands ran up and down your legs while her adorable puppy eyes maintained contact with yours. You nodded to her to get started. Jiwoo slowly pulled your boxers down, watching your cock spring out, hard as a rock for her. You kicked your boxers to the side and placed your hands on her head. Her small hands met your cock, and she used both of them to stroke you up and down until precum leaked from your tip. She licked it up quickly and kept going. You groaned as softly as you could and moved your hips forward, eager for her to get started, but she took a while to savor the sight of your hard, thick cock while she stroked it.
"Hurry up, baby," you whispered. She once again obeyed immediately and opened her mouth wide to take you in. You thrusted forward once you felt your cock head on her tongue, and she let out a soft moan. You settled into a rhythm and face-fucked Jiwoo, cock hitting the back of her throat over and over again. She was staggeringly good at this; she only gagged once, and even pushed her face all the way down to your stomach and held it there for several seconds. She came back off, spit dripping from her tiny mouth. You took her chin into your hand and rubbed your thumb over her lips before sticking it into her mouth. She sucked it, and you watched her do so while she jerked you off with one hand. Her lips... You were obsessed with them. They were so soft and small and innocent; they didn't look like they could wrap around your cock the way they did. You ran the tip of your dick over her lips just as you were having those thoughts, then pushed back into her mouth, and she happily accepted it. Your hands went to the back of her head and you pumped in and out, all the while Jiwoo's wide eyes were staring up at you.
"Fuck, baby... And what if your parents knew, huh? What if they knew how much of a cockslut their precious little girl was? How good she was at deepthroating me? How hard she begged for it? Begged to be ruined?" you spoke in a low tone. She squirmed and whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. You pulled out of her mouth roughly and pulled her to her feet by her arms. She grabbed at your shoulders and kissed you with urgency; your arms moved to hold her body close to you before you picked her up and lay her on the bed. You began to kiss down her neck to her chest, and squeezed her breasts a bit to elicit faint moans from Jiwoo. She unhooked her bra and you tossed it away to attack her breasts with kisses, bites, licks, hickeys, anything that allowed you to put your mouth on them. Her hands tangled in your hair and pulled it gently while you teased her nipples and kissed the soft skin of her chest.
"U-ugh... If I can't even keep quiet when you do this... How will I keep quiet when you fuck me?" she whispered.
"You'll see. But... You do plan to be a good girl for me, right?" you asked as you caressed her face and neck, running your thumbs over her cute cheeks and jaw. She ran her small hands over your chest, all the way down your torso to your hips. She stared hungrily, and you leaned down to kiss her again.
"Mmph... Please..." she tried to speak with your tongue in her mouth. You flipped her onto her stomach and grabbed her hips to raise them off the bed. She whimpered a little as you manhandled her small body. You grabbed the belt you'd set aside earlier and then took hold of her hair to tilt her head upwards. You brought the belt around the front of Jiwoo's neck and held it in your fist so it was securely against her throat, then leaned down to whisper to her.
"You're going to be quiet, or you're going to get fucking choked," you said. Her breaths were already ragged.
"Y-yes, oppa... I'll be good for you," she said softly. You leaned back up and spit into your hand, rubbing it over your shaft. Then, you toyed with her pussy a little, rubbing a few small circles on her clit, sliding a few fingers inside her, sampling her wetness, savoring the taste of her on your tongue when you brought your fingers to your mouth. You lined up with her and then slowly pushed inside. When you'd gotten all the way inside of her, the pleasure hit you like a tidal wave, but you were careful to sigh instead of moaning. Jiwoo, on the other hand... She let out a moan, granted it was small, but you took the opportunity to tighten the leather around her throat.
"I-I'm sorry..." she whined. You said nothing, and only continued to move in and out of her. She kept her back arched well for you, and your free hand moved to her waist. You kept it slow for fear of making noise, but fucked her as deeply as possible to make up for it. She'd learned, apparently, to control her voice, and just sighed and panted intensely with every stroke. Eventually, Jiwoo grew exhausted and lost the arch in her back, her head leaning to the side. She groaned and you grabbed her face to turn it and look into her eyes.
"Quiet, Jiwoo... You really want your parents to know how much you love getting fucked? Hell, maybe you do. You're a lot sluttier than people think, huh? You keep up that cute, pure image out there, but in here, with me..." you kissed her cheek.
"I love getting... Ugh... Fucked..." she mumbled. She didn't even know what she was saying at this point, overwhelmed by pleasure from the deep fucking and her own fingers rubbing her clit, your dirty words turning her on more than she ever wanted to admit to herself. You sympathized with the tired girl, and pulled out of her, removed the belt from her throat, gave her a light push so that she flopped onto her back. She sighed and you noticed the redness on her neck. You leaned down and kissed it gently, running your tongue up and down; she ran her hands through your hair and gave a quiet hum in response. You leaned back up and pulled her to the edge of the bed by her legs. You once again teased her hole with your cock, and she smiled and bit her lip. Her eyes shut when you entered her again, and she opened her mouth soundlessly. You rocked back and forth, as fast as you could without making a sound. Your hands wandered to her breasts, grabbing them and massaging them roughly. Jiwoo covered her mouth with her hand. You felt her muscles start to tighten, her legs start to tremble, so you brought a hand to her pussy and rubbed her clit with your thumb. When you hit that perfect spot inside of her, touched her in just the right way, her whole body shuddered, and more of her sweet juices coated your dick and dripped out of her. You were surprised she was able to keep so quiet when she orgasmed; usually she was nearly screaming.
"Good girl... I'm close, baby," you said quietly. Her tightening around you had you on the edge. The pace was agonizing; you felt your orgasm building, her wetness dripping out, her warm velvet enveloping you, but you wished you could go just that little bit faster. Despite your frustration, you gritted your teeth and breathed out hard when you felt it coming. You leaned down and wrapped one arm around Jiwoo's waist, the other around the back of her head, pushed your face into her neck, hot breath giving her goosebumps.
"Fuck... I love you," she whispered. You came deep inside her and felt the hotness of your own cum as you rode out your high, pushing deeper and deeper. You slowed and pulled out, then leaned up to look at her.
"I love you, too," you answered. She giggled and you tickled her ribs, causing her to laugh louder. Her eyes widened and her hand quickly covered her mouth, but you laughed with her. She lazily rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean herself up, and you threw your boxers back on. She came back still wearing the matching pink underwear set and thigh highs.
"You can't just... Look like that," you said. She raised an eyebrow and made a goofy expression.
"What, can't control yourself?" she poked your arm.
"Mm, makes two of us," you said, hopping into her bed.
"Shut up," she replied as she crawled on top of you.
"Sure thing," you said. You kissed her softly and flicked off the lamp by the bedside. She pulled the blanket up and you were soon asleep underneath her.
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theamphibianmen · 2 months
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Soooooo. New system member just dropped. We have never used 4chan but the story of how she split can only be told in the greentext format.
>be me
>system host
>have a problematic gatekeeper
>she doesn't like it when anyone besides me fronts
>she frequently tries to bully our little out of the front
>just fucking walls front off completely at some point
>nobody can get in, I can't get out
>very stressed
>need a break
>can't take a break
>starts fucking hallucinating
>seeing the craziest shit like the walls on fire and a cat exploding
>a few hours later
>little finally able to front
>good, eepy time
>going about my day the next morning
>suddenly end up in headspace
>sees the others and... OWO what's THIS??
>new girl???
>she looks kinda like the cursed lovechild of Slenderman and Pearl from Steven Universe
>she isn't responding to anybody
>gatekeeper freaks out
>realizes she has dug herself a hole
>has to break down her own walls to put me back in the front
>get back and see my real world friends
>"guys I think there's a new one"
>"yeah we know"
>turns out new girl was in the front
>she sees our little and immediately decides that's her son now
>puts gatekeeper in her place
TLDR gatekeeper got me frontstuck and stressed us out so much we split. Ended up splitting little's mom who absolutely wrecked gatekeeper's shit.
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poiiito · 1 year
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Ok so since the crumbs are the "main guys" and also found family (love me a good found family), who are they? Also, since they're a gang does the plot revolve about ennemy mobs and stuff like that?
OKAY SO THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG BUT SHORT DESCRIPTION . but before that i would request u get acquainted w their species which r called shapehead monsters created by my genious sibling @fliptop (his art blog is @eddieposting so go check their art out just be mindful of the tags owo)b)
CANDI CLUB - (they/he/she) second in command of the crumbs n lovingly nicknamed by the streets as The Judge . they are an antenna, which for shapeheads mean she developed a rare power. his is called True Intentions which basically means that when they look into a persons eyes he’s able to see into their mind n see their next actions . bc of this ability she tends to be rather reserved n distant but is always seen smiling, however he will do everything to avoid looking ppl in the eyes . they’re p calm n collected, and as far as most of the crumbs know, he’s never lost his cool .
LAZ LEAF - (he/him) candi’s childhood sweetheart/companion , nicknamed The Executioner, is also an antenna ! his ability is Acid Blood . which is . exactly what it sounds like . his blood can melt thru anything . he uses it as a weapon . however . it is eating thru his skin, making him weaker as time passes . he n candi ran away from their hometown after laz developed his ability . bc he had always been a sickly child, his parents had been very overprotective . but w this ability, it felt too dangerous for laz to stay home especially bc it felt like he hadn’t lived much . with candi at his side, he decided that before his ability killed him , he would make sure she had a safe and happy life at least . however due to circumstance he is still alive n kicking after many years .
CESARE (CHEZ) CHESHIRE - (she/her) BABY CHEZ . [pats head gently] this baby can fit so much religious trauma i tell u . raised in a cult chez spends much of her life fearing for her . soul? thanks to her parents who worship The All-Seeing Eye . an entity that judges and punishes all of shapeheadkind at their end of their lives . it’s only after an accidental fire burns her house down, killing her family that chez is able to escape n find herself in the city w the crumbs . bc of this, chez is very nervous and anxious all the time . however on her best days she is in awe at the beauty of the world bc it is the opposite of what she was taught .
LILITH LAGRIMA - (she/her) country girl i love uuu . she escapes her hometown that is overrun by the Hexagon family after humiliating Hector Hexagon, one of the heirs , who in turns murders her little sister leona as retaliation . lilith leaves with the intention to keep her family safe as well as to find a way to get revenge on hector . she’s cold, kind of impulsive , but she loves hard .
YAZMIN YOLK - (she/her) lilith’s adopted little sister . during lilith’s travels , she runs into yazmin and defends her from some thieves stealing her wares. as thanks yazmin offers lilith to stay with her for a while . she lives alone due to her parents working in the city so it’s no trouble at all ! n lilith agrees , staying a couple years with her w the intention of leaving whenever yazmin’s parents come back . but then . they stop writing. bc of that lilith decides to take yazmin with her , promising to help her find her parents .
WRICHARD (WORM) WIGGLIE - (he/him) this guy. what can i say abt this guy . okay so like he is a renowned chef who uses his cooking prowess & successful restaurant to financially support n feed the crumbs . he is also a cannibal (the shapeheads r bugs so like . yeah) think like . hannibal n reigen combined into one fancy dressed fucker
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yuriko-mukami · 2 years
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((The dream event is SO cute~ >w< don't mind me I will put mine here and this actually turned a bit long OwO
In a field of dandelions, where everything was white as snow, a soft breeze passed by making the red locks of Metsu's hair sway with the wind, "hm?... I don't remember washing the pink dye off" she questioned as she touched her hair that grew longer to behind her shoulders, "maybe I'm dreaming" she whispered to herself walking through the soft cotton like flowers, feet brushing over the petals that started flying away looking like small stars on the ground.
A glowing thing stood not far away from where Metsu walked, the figure then shined and took the shape of a grown woman, tall with long hair, and a motherly aura radiating from it... she was all in white and still shining like the sun as she turned to the said girl, smiled softly before reaching out her hand for Metsu, who looked at the outstretched hand before taking it.
A familiar feeling rushes through her body as she immediately recognized the woman in front of her, but couldn't utter a word, it was as if her throat was stuffed with the same flowers that danced around them both. She tried to hold her hand more firmly but the woman just took her hand away and turned around and melted with every step she took into the soft ground under her. Metsu stood there stunned but disappointed as she lowered her head, "I shouldn't have let my hopes up"
(( Awh, that’s so sweet! I’m really glad that you find this event cute~ I just wanted to do something nice for others while developing Yuriko’s skills at the same time.
~Kitsune Dreams Event~
Would you like Yuriko to visit your muse’s dream? 
Send your muse’s dream into my ask box, and I’ll write Yuriko’s point of view version and/or reaction to the said dream for you.
The dream can also be NSFW but only if both muse and admin are adults.
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The scent of the soil was strong as it brushed Yuriko’s nose. The snow-white cotton-like flowers danced above her head in the light wind when she walked slowly through the green straws. She didn’t know this place, yet it had such a soft and relaxed vibe that she couldn’t help but feel at ease. Right now it didn’t matter where she had traveled.
Sniffing a couple of times, Yuriko continued. Gradually her speed turned from walking to running through the field. She jumped after flying soft seeds, trying to catch them, yet failing time after time. 
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But suddenly she smelled something familiar. She raised her head above the straws, gazing in the direction of the wind. In the middle of dancing cotton, there was a girl with red hair that struggled in the breeze. The girl stared into the distance, not sharing Yuriko’s enthusiasm. As she lowered her head, Yuriko felt a squeeze in her heart too.
Metsu-chan looks so sad… I have to do something!
Running closer, Yuriko pondered. This must be something similar that happened some time ago with Maria. That time Yuriko hadn’t been able to do anything but… maybe this time.
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Yuriko stopped right next Metsu’s leg, gazing up. She let a tiny whining from her mouth as she pushed her head against her leg, trying to tell Metsu that she wasn’t alone. Whatever there was bothering her, Yuriko was right here. Maybe they couldn’t talk but at least Yuriko could be there by her friend’s side.
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emichan · 2 months
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Miitopia Diaries Day 4
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Before our next quest, we had a bit of a beach day. First, I bonded with Ichiko and got ice cream together. Girl bonding!
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Second, Guarana and Pen’s boy bond. Pen found an odd message in a bottle. It said “Better luck next time”. That’s kinda weird, huh.
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Now on to todays quests. During our journey, Ichiko told Pen that he looked super cute in his bee armor. Think she has a crush on him, or does Pen have a crush on Ichiko?
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Later, we’ve encountered beef boss again and he’s made another boss monster with the last face he stole from Greenhorne.
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The Imp Neko Lovie! Let’s give beef boss the taste of his own medicine by defeating that thing. Turns out, we did!
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Now Neko Lovie’s all cute and smiley again now that she’s got her face back.
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Mayor Lord owo was so surprised when the town got back to normal. Now my next mission is to head to Greenhorne Castle, so he handed me a mayor’s introduction so I can get in.
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On the way, we heard a sound.
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It was a unicorn, and it was surrounded by goblins. So we worked together to save that poor unicorn.
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I would never let monsters hurt poor animals you know.
To be continued…
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boyakishanaura · 2 months
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OwO Ignore this lmao.
“Got it-... Dan?”
CRASH.
Glass shattering, girl rubbing her wrists as she remarked.
“Oh my god, that actually worked. Thank you-... Oh shit.”
Tapping cane against the ground, a scowl on the red haired man’s face, a bowler hat with a red strip. Scythe-like weapon swinging around, small, black hair with red tints. Smoke in mouth, the man snapped back.
“... Ok… Get her.”
Jumping ahead, walking forward, the first guy smashed back into the last guy. Stepping aside, looking distastefully down at the goons, stamping their foot as he barked out.
“GAH! You morons!!”
Marching out, cane placed down as the girl dashed back and forth, rolling his eyes as he lowered the smoke.
“You were worth every cent, truly, you were.”
Turning to her, cane crushing the cigarette as he called out.
“Well, red, I think we can all say it’s been an eventful evening…”
Stepping forward, cane raising as he pulled back a hidden cocking mechanism, bullet loaded as a sight popped out of the hidden gun.
“And as much as I'd love to stick around… I'm afraid this is where we part ways.”
Sparks sent in my direction. Covering my eyes, nearly letting out a curse as I opened my eyes.
It was MEANT to be a simple read through the newest renditions to make Crescent BETTER… Why does everything need to go TERRIBLY???
Scanning the world around myself, hand raised at my eyebrows as the shopkeep held himself against the door.
“Where… Did he go??”
“... The… Ladder?”
Confused, the old man mumbled as she straightened herself. Weapons planted at her feet, panels popping out to rest as she shifted to the more expensive ammunition.
“It ok if I go after him?”
Nodding, half delirious, small explosions sending her small frame flying.
Walking calmly to the edge of the building, eyes dry as shit, hair blown apart, shaking my head as I called out.
“HEY!”
“... Persistent…”
Whatever he said next was muffled because of the BULLHEAD rising out of the building’s floor. No, wait the street… Wait, don’t they have special iron plates made to resist bullets, so I can’t shoot him… AND he’s running.
“Oh. CRUMBS!”
Crumbs??? “…Why- Oh hey look a-
“BLONDIE???”
“WAIT. I’m rambling!! Hey isn’t it- HOLY SHIT!”
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★ GENSHIN IMPACT BOYS AND THEIR NAMECARDS ★
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OwO can I request some Cockwarming + spanking with Steve for Sunday🥴🥴
Been a rough week and haven’t written much. I hope this is ok!
Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ Please!!!
Relationships: Steve Rogers/ Female Reader
Word Count: 1,482
Warnings: Smutty smut smut, spanking, cock warming, light D/S behavior
This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own!
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Your spirit was something Steve Rogers loved about you. There were times you were bold. Some days you were completely unashamed. It was that spirit though that sometimes got you into trouble. Today just happened to be one of those days. 
Being bent over the conference room table would've been a thrill most days. Anyone could just walk in and see who you belonged to. Right now, you were just in trouble. You could practically see the smirk form on Steve's handsome face. He really could be smug sometimes.
"I asked you to do one simple thing," he began as he ran his hand over your ass. He had already destroyed your panties. Fucking Rogers, you liked those panties.
"Steve, I already said-"
"Did I say you could speak?" he snapped.
You whimpered when you heard his tone. His Captain America tone. You were aroused when he had you bend over, but that voice always took it up a notch. Knowing he wanted an answer still and that he didn't want you to speak, you quickly shook your head.
"Good girl," he praised, his strong hand still caressing your skin. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me…"
You bit your lip, hard. He was testing to see if you would snap. Oh, you wanted to. You weren't a child. You were his equal. But he was in charge right now.
"I asked you to do one simple thing," he continued, your body stiffening a bit when you heard him undo his belt buckle. He would not use that, right? "I told you that I had a debriefing and not to disturb me, unless it was an emergency. Nod if you remember."
You swallowed silently, giving him the nod he asked for. 
"Good," he smiled, feeling the heat of his body as he moved close. "And what did you do? You can answer me."
Your core was pulsing as you remembered. "I sent you a photo."
"Not just any photo," he chided when you tried to play it off innocently.
"A naughty photo," you corrected. The red, white and blue lingerie you got for his birthday. Fitting for Captain America. And your hand had somehow slipped into your panties as you took the photo...
"You made me hard during a debriefing, you fucking tease," he growled.
The sudden smack to your cheek made you shriek. Spankings weren't something you got too often, which was probably a miracle, but he usually warned you. It wasn't with his belt, thankfully. "Steve!"
"You call me 'Captain' or 'sir', princess. One for being insubordinate."
You tried not to shriek again when you felt another sting. That would probably get him off, the bastard. You just wanted to do something nice for him. Sure...the timing was bad. Really bad. 
"Since you can't seem to follow a simple direction, I think 10 is acceptable. You can answer me."
"Yes, Captain," you whispered, gripping the table.
"Louder," he ordered. 
"Yes, Captain," you said, more confidently. 
"What's your safe word?" he asked gently, some of the authority in his tone gone.
A smile touched your lips. Such a gentleman in his very being. "Capsicle."
You could've sworn you heard him try to suppress a laugh. You not only picked it because Tony gave Steve that nickname, but because it was so unsexy to him. It would pull him out of the moment and make him immediately focus on your well-being. "Count each one."
"Yes, Captain," you said, waiting in anticipation when he didn't immediately spank you again.
"Good girl."
The loud crack in the room made you jolt, even as you held on. "One, sir."
Steve kneaded your ass for just a moment before you felt the next spank, continuing to count. Each time his hand came down, the more turned on you got. He was so strong.  So good. You shook involuntarily, a moan sneaking out when you got to "six".
"I think you just like breaking the rules so you'll get punished. Just want my attention on you all the time. Keep counting."
"Seven, sir!" you cried, almost losing count. It was true. He was a hero and a good man, but you were also his best girl. You enjoyed his focus being on you, where it belonged, just like you focused on him. 
"You think teasing my dick when I'm trying to do my job is funny?" he questioned, his hand coming down even harder than the last. 
"No, sir! Eight!" you moaned, chewing hard on your lip. 
"Damn right," he said through his teeth, bringing his hand down again. One more. You just had one more. 
"Ten, sir!" you nearly shouted once he finally landed the last blow. You wondered if anyone heard you, but you didn't care. Everyone knew you were Steve's just as much as he was yours.
"All done," he said proudly, his touch soothing and grounding. You were still shaking and his touch both comforted and tormented you. When would he have you?
"Thank you, sir," you sighed. 
"Beautiful. You did so well," he murmured, pressing his clothed hardness against you. The feel made you wince slightly as his pants brushed your sore flesh. "You're drenched, princess. Will you keep being good for me?"
"Yes, sir," you promised. 
“Have you actually learned your lesson? Maybe I should just have you choke on my cock for good measure."
As tempting as it was to have your throat fucked, you were too needy for that. You just wanted him in you. Now. "Could you fuck me instead, sir?"
"Still being greedy," he answers, disappointment seeping into his voice. 
You swallowed your pride as you tilted your head back, batting your eyes at him. Were you being greedy? Perhaps. You were only human. Anyone who got a glimpse at what he was packing would be greedy. 
"May I please have your cock, Captain? I really am sorry. Please? I'll be so good for you."
A flicker of something you didn't quite recognize showed in his eyes before he smiled. "I'll give it to you since you asked me so nicely."
You didn't hide your look of triumph very well when he pulled back, finally unzipping his pants and releasing himself. Your heart raced when he sat down in his chair, gesturing to himself as he stroked himself with his other hand. When you tried to face him though, he stopped you. 
"No, no. You face the table," he ordered.
You didn't think anything of it as you backed up, his hands lifting you effortlessly. He helped you sink down on his awaiting cock, the burn and stretch making you moan. It always took a moment to get used to the feel and you relished in the groan he let out. 
"So gorgeous, princess, and all mine.” 
The possessive tone had blood rushing to your cheeks. You felt worshipped and adored. His hot breath against your neck made you shiver with anticipation. When you went to lift your hips, he stopped you. Wait, what?
"I said I'd give you my cock. I never said I'd fuck you," he whispered, sucking on your earlobe. 
Cocky. Smug. Steven. Grant. Rogers. Was he seriously going to have you sit there? Leaning back against his chest, you closed your eyes. Feeling him in your slick channel, holding him deep inside you...You wanted him to roll his hips, thrust up and make you cry out. You wanted him to hit that sweet spot he knew so well. You wanted him to rub your clit until you cried out his name. You could be good and wait.
It felt like hours as you sat there, whining as his hands brushed over your breasts. Your nipples were peaked, demanding attention. Sweet nothings, praises and filthy words were whispered in your ear. God, this man would be the death of you. He had the patience of a saint when you needed him to fuck you like a sinner.
More time went on and you wanted to sob. You could feel him throbbing as your walls clenched around him. He needed you just as badly, but he wouldn't move. You should've known better than to think your punishment was over. 
"Oh...I almost forgot," he said, making you open your eyes. Bucky walked in not even a second later. What the fuck?
"Am I interrupting?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at his best friend as he stopped at the table. "Should I reschedule our meeting?"
"Steve…" you whispered, squirming as much as you could. It didn't do a damn thing, except make him moan.
"No need for that. My princess and I don't have anywhere else to be," Steve replied. "Do we?"
"Nowhere else to be, Captain," you said sweetly as Bucky took a seat. Oh, you were going to blow up his phone in his next debriefing. "Nowhere else to be."
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“family holiday” (pt. 2) (chilumi fic)
[SPOILERS FROM 1.1 STORY QUESTS]
Lumine finally arrives in Snezhnaya and takes Childe’s offer of visiting his home (mansion). 
(EVEN MORE DOMESTIC FLUFF OWO)
[part one here]
so it’s come to my attention that childe has older siblings too so OOPS MY BAD LOL
ill just finish up this story with the headcannon that he’s he oldest and prob incorporate the older siblings in future works :p
thank you all for your patience! 
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“family holiday” (pt. 2)
Lumine stood speechless as Childe spoke to the old toyseller about their “family.” The children were too preoccupied with their new toys to even pay attention to what their older brother was saying. Soon enough, the transaction was done, and he was walking away from the counter. 
The old woman waved goodbye cheerfully. “What a wonderful husband you have,” she said. 
AH? She couldn’t find the words to answer her. 
“Sweetheart? We’d better go—the children are already in the street,” Childe called to her from the doorway. The old woman nodded enthusiastically, and Lumine gave her an awkward smile as she turned away. 
Lumine practically stomped her way to Childe, and would’ve grabbed him by the collar if Teucer hadn’t fallen asleep in her arms. “So care to explain what you were doing back there?” she whispered aggressively. 
“Tonia! Anthon! Stay close!” he called after the children who were showing off their toys to each other down the street. He turned to Lumine. “What was that?”
She glared at him. “Telling that old woman that we’re,” she took in a sharp breath, “a family?” Heat crawled into her cheeks. She hoped Childe wouldn’t notice. 
He shrugged. “It was just easier to avoid explaining the whole situation; I’m not a fan of dragging an innocent old woman into our business.” 
Ahg...he’s not wrong… “You didn’t have to be so enthusiastic about it,” she mumbled. She buried her face in Teucer’s hair, embarrassed as she recalled his words about her as his wife and mother of his children. Him agreeing that she was so beautiful. 
She shuffled away from Childe as quickly as she could with Teucer in her arms. Her whole body was rolling with heat. At this point, I won’t need a coat…
“Something the matter, Lumine?” Childe’s voice rang out next to her. She nearly jumped out of her own skin. Damn him and his long legs. 
“Absolutely not,” she lied. “Just cold.”
“Your face looks quite warm.” She could hear the beginnings of a smirk in his voice. “Do you have a problem with us being a couple?” 
She stopped in her tracks, and faced him. “We are not a c-couple.” 
He took a step in, closer, towering over her. He leaned down. “Do you want to be?”
...
?!
Is he serious?!
His ocean eyes held a steady, intense gaze with her, and Lumine didn’t find herself saying no. 
...Do I?!
She hadn’t ever thought of it—them, together—save for a few fleeting thoughts when they spent a lot of time together, ones she didn’t ever take seriously. But did Childe actually like her? 
Do I actually like him?
Lumine blinked. “I—”
“Brother! Lumine! Hurry up!” Tonia shouted from down the road. 
Childe let out the smallest of sighs. He gave Lumine a strained smile before taking Teucer from her. “Thank you for carrying him.” Then he walked past her, towards his siblings. 
Lumine stood there, frozen by their exchange. 
What was she going to say? She had started speaking before her mind had even come up with an answer. She glanced down the road, at Childe lovingly taking care of his brothers and sister. 
Was I going to say yes?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
“Big brother always makes the yummiest food!” Tonia said with a mouthful of chocolate cake. 
The family was all sat around the dining table, eating the cake Chlide promised Tonia.
Paimon nodded, wiping the corners of her mouth. “You have lots of money, you can make really good food...Paimon might be warming up to you, Childe.”
Yes, he does cook really well surprisingly… Lumine thought while chewing through her own cake slice. He just keeps surprising me today… She shoveled more cake in her mouth when she remembered what he had asked her earlier. 
“I’m glad you like it,” Childe said, then stood up. “Looks like everyone is almost done; let’s start cleaning up, okay?” 
The children nodded, beginning to pile their plates and utensils in the sink, and wiping down the table. 
“Thank you.” He pointed to the mess of supplies they had used to make the cake earlier. “Can you guys clean this up too?” There was a unanimous ‘yes’ as Childe started washing the dishes. 
Watching all the siblings made her heart ache for Aether even more. She wished he could be there, in the kitchen with her. They didn’t even have to be travelling worlds anymore; she wished he was there for something as mundane as baking a cake together. 
She walked up next to Childe at the sink. “I’ll clean up everything. You should spend time with your siblings.” 
He scoffed while continuing to clean the dishes. “I’m not going to let you do all that work.” He looked around the room. “Plus they’re cleaning up with me anyway.” 
She frowned. You’re missing precious time with your family. “But—”
He held out a washcloth. “Or how about you help me and it’ll go twice as fast?”
Lumine sighed and took the cloth, starting to wash the plates next to Childe. Their elbows bumped into each other every so often. 
Soon, the children were done with their tasks, all chatting while waiting for Childe and Lumine to finish the dishes. 
“Lumine?” Teucer asked shyly. 
“Yes?” she answered while wiping a glass cup. 
“Do you think you and Big Brother could give us another sibling?”
CRACK. The glass in Lumine’s hand shattered. 
Childe froze, then let out a nervous laugh. “Teucer...why are you asking that?”
“Well...I don’t want to be the youngest anymore. I always get babied!” he whined innocently. 
Tonia jumped up. “I want a younger sister too! I’m tired of being the only girl!”
“Yea!” Teucer jumped up with his sister. “And Anthon said that babies only come from a grown-up boy and a grown-up girl!”
Anthon put his head in his hands. “When you asked me, I didn’t think you’d ask big brother…”
“Teucer, we don’t go around asking random adults to give us siblings, right?” Childe said. 
“And, I’m not your mom, Teucer,” Lumine explained. “Even if we had a kid, it would be your niece or nephew.” 
“Oh,” Teucer said, thinking. “Well, can we have one of those?” 
Childe and Lumine looked at each other—briefly, accidentally—and quickly broke their shared gaze. Lumine turned her attention to the ceiling while Childe looked down into the sink. 
“You’re bleeding,” he said. Huh? Lumine looked down to see her ring finger had been cut from breaking the glass cup. 
“Bleeding?” Teucer and Tonia gasped. 
“Bandages! We have to find bandages!” Paimon shouted, flying out of the room. Anthon stood up, dashing out of the room as well with Teucer and Tonia following; all four were soon screaming around the house for bandages. 
Lumine held her hand up. “It’s not too bad.” She looked at the shattered glass pieces. “Sorry about the cup.”
“Don’t worry about the cup,” he said. He gently took her hand to examine the cut. “Hm. You’re right it’s not too bad.” The blood started trickling down her finger. “Ah—” 
Before she knew it, Childe had her finger in his mouth, sucking the blood away. 
“What are you doing?!” Lumine asked, panicked, lightly pulling her hand away from him. 
His hand still gripped hers. “What?”
“I—” She had a flashback to earlier. Do you want to be? 
“About earlier,” he said, his voice dropped. Lumine felt his grip tighten. 
“Did you mean it?” she interrupted. A look between the two.
“That depends on your answer.”
Down the hallway, they heard the rumble of the children’s footsteps approaching. Both Lumine and Childe grimaced slightly in annoyance; Childe’s eye twitched. Interrupted once again.
“Bandages! We have bandages!” Teucer announced, running into the room. 
“I have bandages,” Anthon corrected, coming in after him. “They all just yelled and screamed while I actually found them.” The two other children and Paimon smiled sheepishly. 
“Thank you, Anthon,” Childe said, patting him on the head. He took the bandages, and began wrapping it around Lumine’s finger. Lumine hoped the children wouldn’t question why her face was so red. 
Then, Tonia came close, and kissed her bandage. “Big brother always does that to my bandages; he says it helps!” 
Lumine smiled softly at her. “Yes, thank you, Tonia—it feels much better.” 
“Okay, well, I think it’s time for bed, everyone,” Childe said, rather quickly.
“Bedtime? But it’s so early…,” Teucer said. 
“It’s been a long day,” Childe countered. He started hurdling the children upstairs. “Bedtime!” 
“Paimon would rather fight a gang of hilichurls than look after them all the time,” Paimon said, sighing heavily. “They’re so much work!”
Lumine raised a brow. “You didn’t do anything except eat.” 
“That’s still tiring!” She yawned. “Speaking of which, that chocolate cake really made Paimon sleepy...Goodnight, Lumine!” She disappeared into her world in a blink. 
Lumine let out a small chuckle. She could always rely on Paimon to lighten her mood. She then went up the stairs to find Childe. 
She found him in Teucer’s room, saying goodnight and tucking in the youngest brother. 
“Goodnight, Lumine!” Teucer called to the doorway. Lumine waved in response. Soon, Childe came out and shut the door behind him. 
“I’d better head out and find a nearby Inn or something,” Lumine said. 
“You’re not serious, are you?” Childe asked. “You think I’d invite you to my home and not even offer you a place to stay?” 
“You’ve already done so much.”
He gestured around the large hallway. “We have plenty of room. Save yourself a trip out into the cold, and some Mora.”
Lumine bit her lip. “Okay, fine.” 
“Good,” he said, before heading into Tonia’s room. Lumine followed, watching him say his goodnights to his sister and tucking her in for the night. 
“Noo, please don’t go yet!” Tonia whined under the blankets when he started to leave. 
“Okay, okay,” Childe conceded. He turned to Lumine standing in the doorway. “Sorry, could I ask you to check on Anthon and make sure he’s getting ready for bed as well?”
Lumine nodded. She walked down the hallway and entered Anthon’s room. He was sitting up in his bed, playing with his new Lawachurl action figure. 
“Hey, Anthon,” Lumine said. “You ready for bed?”
Anthon nodded, then put his toy on his bedside table. He sat near his pillows, then looked at Lumine, waiting. 
Oh. She walked over to the side of the bed, and helped Anthon get under the blankets, then awkwardly tucked him in, remembering how Childe did to Tonia and Teucer. 
“Hey Lumine?” Anthon asked. 
“Hmm?”
“Are you and my brother going to get married?”
Lumine choked on her spit. What? “Why—why do you say that?” she asked, attempting to maintain her composure. 
He tilted his head innocently, confused. “Well he’s never brought someone home before. So that means you’re special, right?”
She thought for a second. Everything that had happened today. “I don’t know. But I am glad I got to come here, and meet you and Tonia.” She smiled at him. 
Anthon smiled back. “I’m glad I got to meet you too. I hope you stay with my brother.” 
“Me too,” she found herself saying. Staying with Childe...wouldn’t be so bad…
“Goodnight, Lumine,” Anthon said, closing his eyes. 
“Goodnight, Anthon,” she said back to him, then left his room, closing his door quietly. 
...
“You are,” Childe said behind her. 
She jumped slightly, turning. “You have to stop sneaking up on me like that.”
He chuckled. “Sorry, a habit of mine.” He locked eyes with her. “But you are. You are special.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. “So what you asked me earlier? You meant it?”
“Did you mean what you said to Anthon? That you hope to stay with me?”
“Stop answering my questions with more questions.” 
“How about we both say our answers on the count of three?” 
“Why are you always so weird?” 
A small smile from Childe. “One.”
“...Two,” Lumine murmured. 
“Three.”
… 
“Yes,” they both said. 
A pause. A breath. 
Then, Childe grinned. “What’s this? The traveler has fallen for me?” he teased. 
Her cheeks burned. “I could say the same thing to you.” 
“Seeing you get flustered so easily...It’s hard to believe you’re the strongest person I’ve ever faced.” 
“Shut up,” Lumine said, grabbing his collar. 
He smirked. “Or what? You’ll fight me—?”
She stood up on her tip toes and kissed him. 
Then, she pulled back, and saw his eyes were wide, his face flushed. Her turn to smirk. “Hm. Nice to see you’re the one who’s flustered now.”
“Uh-oh, you’re making this into a competition,” he said. “And you know I always have to win.” He cupped her face in his hands, kissing Lumine until she was weak in the knees. 
And for the first time in forever, Lumine felt a warm happiness—true happiness—radiate from her soul. 
Yes, I want to stay with Childe.
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Joe and Cleo model stream quotes Part 9: The Legend of the oWo
Yes, this is the legendary oWo voice stream. I’m not even kidding I have never had such a hard time transcribing something ever, this whole thing was a TRIP. This was a 5 hour stream and they literally do this voice for the entirety of the last 3 hours, and I swear to god that is not even an exaggeration. This was a TIME to transcribe, but I have made a list of highlights (extremely cut because I would honestly just copy paste the whole stream if I could).
Link to the video is here: https://m.twitch.tv/videos/1168998958
Favourite moments of Joe and Cleo crafting streams part 9! Transcriptions below the cut! (Time stamps above each quote)
00:32:32
Cleo (talking about Carol Anne from Poltergeist): She’s the— the name of the little girl that um…that got su— I’m gonna say sucked into the tv? But basically she was sucked into the afterlife.
Joe: No, she was sucked into an afterlife adjacent plane that straddled our reality and the next. They are very clear about this in the film.
Cleo: *flipping Joe off in British* …Oh, sorry. *flipping Joe off in American* Gotta get the right gesture for the right county.
01:30:21
Cleo: This has actually, like, turned into one of my most favourite days of the week, because it’s just like I get to talk to Joe for hours. And then I just get to do stupid crafts. So you know.
Joe: *noises of agreement* And I get to talk to Cleo for hours! Making me even more lucky than her! And it’s hard to think of someone more lucky than someone who gets to talk to me for hours. But somehow it’s me.
01:52:24
Joe: One of my favourite lines from Rick and Morty is, uh, there’s this alien invasion on Earth and Rick is just like (Rick voice) “Uh, gear up Morty. We gotta go to the Pentagon…no. No, don’t get excited. It’s— it’s— it’s the shitty one on Earth.” *realization*…Oh wait, I can’t swear in these…*trying to pretend he didn’t just swear* It’s like I love the implication that space has a really good Pentagon.
Cleo: You heard it. You all heard it. We all heard it. We’re not gonna say anything, but we all heard it.
Joe: Sorry…
The oWo Saga Begins…
02:35:10
Joe (reading chat): “I love when JoWo Hills shows up.”
Cleo (speaking oWo): JoWo!
Joe (speaking oWo): JoWo!
Cleo: JoWo! JoWo the Hills!
Joe: Hello CleoWo!
Cleo: Hewo JoWo! How are you?
Joe: I am doing well! Thank you for asking!
Cleo: Are you? I do good! JoWo. I am happy with my buddy.
Joe: I had a delightful muffin!
Cleo: I am happy with my fren JoWo! Wee!
Joe (normal voice): I didn’t actually eat a muffin, but I thought like what would a cute version of me do? And it’s like probably eat a muffin or something adorable.
Cleo (normal voice): You’re already adorable.
Joe: Now I’m regretting not getting a muffin. I’m like, why didn’t I live the life of my cutest self?
Cleo: You be your cutest self, Joe!
Joe: I know!
Cleo (speaking oWo): You be joWo! (Reading chat and laughing) This is terrifying!
Joe (speaking oWo): I need to goWo buy a muffin.
Cleo: *high pitched oWo* Oh no! No JoWo! Don’t go JoWo!
Joe: (laughing) I think this is my least favourite thing we’ve ever done, and I love it.
02:36:55
Joe (speaking oWo): My name is JoWo.
Cleo (speaking oWo): I know! I’m CleoWo! Joe is— JoWo is my BEEEEEEEEEEEEEST fren.
Joe: We like to hang out! And bake cakes! And have parties for all our other BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEST frens.
Cleo: And we do— and we do cwafts togevah!
Joe: I hope that we can do crafts with PearlecentMOOwooon!
Cleo: MOOwOooon?! Oh noWooo!! (Dying) I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I’ll stop.
(Foreshadowing: she does in fact not stop)
02:46:39
Joe (reading chat): “Joe recently ranted about how he doesn’t make content for children, yet hewe we awe!”
Cleo (mimicking in very high pitched voice): Hewe we awe! Oh noooooooo!! Awwwwwwwe!
Joe: *wheezing*
Cleo: *laughing* It’s just that noise that gets Joe! It’s just like Awwwwwwwee!!
Joe: *through tears of laughter* I just—
Cleo: Oh nOOOoooo!!
Joe: *cry laughing* I makes me so happy!
Cleo: I just so happy by this noise! Oh noooo! *sounds of Joe wheezing* JoWo why are you like this? Oh no JoWo!! *Cleo wheezing*
Joe: I don’t KnoWo…
Cleo: You don’t knoWo? Oh no JoWo….
Joe: And I’m terrified to learn!
02:47:52
Joe (reading chat): FloofyCat says “I love this, it’s fine.” But with a name like that, like, I think we found our target audience!
Cleo (speaking oWo): Oh no FloofyCat!! Oh you gonna be owr first freeeeend!
Joe: *whimpering in the background*
Cleo (normal voice): The fact is I can hear Joe having a little mini meltdown as— as I go further on, that makes it worth it.
Joe (rocking back and forth): I’m just gently rocking. I don’t know how much people are looking at the webcam cause it’s very small still but like, I just kinda like— *quietly giggling* self-soothing, it’s like— it’s fine it’s—
Cleo: Awwwwwww! Oh no JoWo! Are you sad JoWo? Cleo make it ALLLLL bedda!!
Joe (through sobs): I’m not used to experiencing strong emotions that aren’t despair, and so my body is just like “Uh, wHAT?!” *sounds of Cleo dying*
02:48:40
Cleo (laughing while reading chat): “This is very weird to watch while high on allergy meds” *in a very haunting high pitched voice* Oh nooo! We can help you!
Joe (snickering): But not with your allergies, please seek out professional help from your doctor!
Cleo (creepy little girl voice): Ohhhh, I can help you with your allergies! You won’t like it. But I could help you! *maniacal snickering*
Joe (high pitched voice): That’s like the creepiest thing!
Cleo (laughing): It was supposed to be, Joe!!
Joe: It’s like (creepy little girl voice) You know, sinuses are like tubes, but we can add more entrances! Through your cheeks!
Cleo (creepy little girl voice): We can add more existses tooooooo! It’ll be fIIIIIIIiiiinE! *maniacal snickering*
02:50:24
Joe: I feel like I need to, um, I need to like— part of the problem is I keep trying to do the voice while I’m also trying to think of funny things to say. I need to like practice the voice independently. So I can get it.
Cleo (oWo voice): Oh no JoWo���.is fiiiiiiiiiiine. You don’ hav to pwactice! You just feew it in your heeeeart, JoWo. *Joe laughing in the background* Eviil!! *maniacal laughing*
*Very loud sounds of Enderman screaming*
Cleo: FU—*loud laughing*
Joe (laughing): I’m just— I’m just imagining clinging to a railing over an abyss and CleoWo is like “so what your feeewings, you know it to be truwoooo!”
Cleo: You know it to be twuuuuue JoWo!! Thank you Phessler for the twwEnty gif subs!! It makes Cleo hAppyyyyy!! Cleo’s going to do the rest of the stream like theees. It’s fiiiiiiiiiiine! Joe is going to do the rest of the stream like—
Joe: *tears literally running down his face* Like I really need to glue stuff, but like my tears are just gonna drip on it—
03:26:19
Joe: Ok, so I have to actually get up—
Cleo: You have to go…
Joe: No no no! I was gonna say, I— if I go get more tissues and I have to go, um— the paper— the next page that I need to cut is not within grabbing distance. So, if you actually wanna do this for another half hour, 40 minutes—
Cleo: I can!
Joe: Could you cover for me for like 3 or 4 here?
Cleo: Of course I can! I can always cover for you, Joe.
03:34:18
*Joe dying in the background*
Cleo: *laughing* That’s it, he’s off again. It doesn’t take much. No it doesn’t take much. We do it cause we love Joe. That’s why I torture Joe. Because of love.
Joe (finally calm): Thank you CleoWo.
Cleo (oWo voice continues): You vewy wewcome JoWo!
Joe (Beetlejhost voice): I, ah, appreciate all of the love. That ah, you give me. You know, even though ya, you shoWo it in your oWon way—
Cleo (singing oWo): In my own waaaay!
Joe (Beetlejhost voice): You know it’s— it’s really, ah, meaningful.
Cleo: Is trAUMAAAAA based wuv!!
03:40:28
Joe (oWo voice): I forgive yoWooo.
Cleo: Thank you JoWo! I do appreciate it! I appreciate your sympathy!
Joe: I appreciate yoWoo. You awe good frend
Cleo: You are a vewy good frend to Cweo! ZombieCweo likes JoWo!
Joe: Yay!
Cleo: Vewy fwendly!
Joe: It the highwight of my dayway!
03:47:27
Joe: I can’t let ZombieCleoWo dowoWn. That would give her a froWown.
Cleo: BeetleJhoWost needs to know that Cleo is— is just— ha— (cut off)
Joe: …is just what?
Cleo: Is just happy. When you suffer.
Joe: Yay!
Cleo: Yaaaaaaay! It’s not just you, though, it’s everybody. It’s fiiiiiine! It’s fiiine.
Joe: *laughing* CleoWo is taking the “sad” out of “sadist”
Cleo: *cackling*
03:48:38
Joe (Beetlejhost voice): Hey, ah, there Cleo. It sounds like you kinda reached inside yourself and found, ah, a certain truuuWuth that you, ah, hadn’t confronted before.
Cleo (oWo voice): I am just— I am just the cuUUTest widdle murdewer there EEever was! Ever ever!
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I’m putting all my livestream comments on this and I’ll edit as we go. Enjoy!
Toby Hawk, Pro Skater
What’s better than this, three dads being dudes
Rip to ThreeDads
“Time to start the real game like real gamers”
Asriel canonically buds with a reluctant Burgerpants
Toby really said, “ha, you thought”
“So embarrassing with your mom loves you…I hate when that happens”
“Alphys’ square glasses were based off John Eggbert…no one needed to know that”
Worms
“This is all off the cuff bad jokes”
This panel really does have such dad energy
“I wanted people to be unsure here” yeah toby, i thought I was about to be murdered! Didn’t help it was halloween
“IT’S THE BOY!”
“Please guys, it’s a boy…I boy proofed the game”
TEMMIE!!!
“Don’t say it’s bad…btw it’s bad”
I love Toby’s both love and hatred of retro video game tropes
“Is that stubble or teeth?” “It’s stubble, he says he shaves it, shows what fan you are” “YOU CAN SHAVE TEETH!”
TORIEL OH MY GOD IM CHOKING ON SPIT
Well, that’s one way to go to commercial
ALL OF SANS JACKETS AND MONSTER KID!!!
“True gamers will never touch wall and never touch grass, only game”
Toby’s drawings of character concepts is me turning in my design for art class before the sculpture is made
“This forest is based off a leaf” “…a leaf?” “Yes”
Man, who needs an incorrect quotes blog, these four are more than enough with their correct ones
“This is what the stream is all about…piss”
“How come we never made does”
“Producers, can you get me a sword, the next time they say something stupid…I’ll be ready” Toby ain’t playing around
“Give me the sword” is so omnious coming from a robotic voiced dog
“A concert asked me if they could play like 3 songs…like long elevator, and I said…bro, u do u”
“That might be his real accent, who knows…he’s still bad at it”
THEY GOT TOBY A SWORD!!!
So happy to know that Toby codes how I do
“Burn up with the rest of the garbage of the universe” gO OFF TOBY
“This special boy removes his special headwear”
ASRIEL/RALZEI PLUSHIE
“BOLD AND BRASH, THATS SQUIDWARD”
“Patrick from the new nickolodian game will wave dash and kill me”
“Respect me”
“You’re mother loves you…you might be worried because your room has no stuff but your family loves you in this game” it’s come full circle
Kris has become Tantalus
“Oh my god, it’s Sans from Smash Brothers” the power to say this statement, toby I swear
“Sans will wave dash into my house and kill me”
THE DOG ON THE BALCONY
I look down for five seconds and now one of the dad is goat dad
TOBY FORGOT HE WAS IN JAPANESE
“We’ll see you soon” owo
OH MY GOD OH MY HOD IAOABEIQLA A OENF EUA A HIT CONTINUE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
TOBY I KNOW YOURE A DOG BUT FOR THE LOVE-HES MOVING
KRIS ATE A PIE OH MY GOD
TIME LOOP?! WHAT IS GOING ON?! FELLAS?!!!
Good social distancing from Toriel, thank her
SUSIE I LOVE YOU
NOELLE I LOVE YOU MORE
MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATION?!
OH MY GOD
Thank you so much Toby and Co, it was a blast! Happy birthday Undertale and to many more!
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Hi y’all, may I interest you in some Madoka Magica x MDZS AU stuff xD
After the announcement of the next PMMM movie, I kiinda sorta binge watched the series again? And then when that scene with Kyuubey showing Madoka the history of humanity and magical girls showed up, I thought: hey. Why not.
I guess this counts as time travel too, except the source of time travel is a pain in the butt fkjsdgk
This is just the initial idea tho xD
So, in here, the setting is still MDZS canon. Tho I guess Jiang Cheng takes the role of Homura here. More stuff under the cut.
e one who takes Madoka’s role here is Wei Wuxian. Kinda xD I just figured that there’s a lot of designs for him, so I chose his Untamed demonic cultivator outfit for the Magi form bc it looks neat heheh
The events from the original canon still happens, and Wei Wuxian consequently turns into an extremely powerful witch that would have destroyed the whole world if Jiang Cheng didn’t make a wish himself.
I was also thinking that Jiang Yanli lived? But it’s only because she made a wish to Kyuubey–I don’t know the wish yet–and when she rushed in the battlefield and was struck, she was fine because she had the super healing Magi has to themselves.
Still, Wei Wuxian thought he killed his shijie and snapped then and there.
And you know witches; once the Magi turn into them, it’ll be like a fate worse than death. No one can reach them, and the witch will be trapped in their own despair until someone can destroy them.
Losing everyone he loved while facing the unjust hatred of the whole world…who wouldn’t turn into a witch with those circumstances?
With so much despair he shoulders, naturally his witch would be really powerful.  Not to mention that Wei Wuxian himself is super strong, so it’s not possible to defeat his witch.
So, then Jiang Cheng chose to make this right, making a wish that will save both his family and the world.
Aaand time travel comes in xD
Idk yet what the next events are, but I imagine that Jiang Cheng will do his best to stop his shixiong from making a wish–no matter the circumstances.
And also maybe at the same time save his Sect and parents? xD
That’s just the initial idea tho, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk xDDDD
Any thoughts, guys? owo
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May I possibly add onto that Pretty Boy vs. Pretty Boy request? oWO if so, could you write somethin where the two of them are trying all match to collect a crown for K!reader and when they finally get one each, they spot K!reader using a generator as a table to eat some cake with the other two survivors? Maybe Jill and Élodie lmao I'm kinda sleep deprived rn
You may certainly add onto it! God the drama that this would cause—
Pretty Boy Rivalry - 3
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Before the trial even begins, Felix and Leon stare each other down in anticipation for what they both see coming. It's their playful little game fueled by jealousy and the desire for your attention, and they'll anything to get it. When Leon's ring of presents didn't work out for him too well, he thought it would be nice to collect a golden crown for you, but Felix would seem to have a similar idea.
Leon gets a head start to run and search for the gold-infused pedestal, running all around your realm in hopes that he'll hear it first. It's not an easy search when it moves around so frequently, so Leon wants to grab it even if he has to rip it from Felix's hands.
Meanwhile, the architect is also on the hunt for the sound of the Entity's celebratory wreath, ignoring any responsibility he may have to escape for the sake of impressing you. The hint that you're somewhere nearby comes in and out in waves as he runs, thinking he's tactically avoiding you so he can sneak the gift under his jacket.
And there it is! He's found the crown at the top of your tower, and he takes it in stride before running off to look for you as his heart beats more quickly the closer he gets. Stomping through the dirt, he hears another set of heavy footsteps rushing towards him from behind.
Felix smirks when he sees that it's Leon with a crown of his own grasped tightly in his fist, but Leon's too far behind, he'll never make it to you first, unless you happen to be closer to Leon than he thought, and he makes a swift turn when he sees the shine of your weapon against the moonlight.
When he finds you, however, he's rather distraught to see that you've been with Jill and Élodie the whole time, sitting all around a generator and sharing the cake that you brought along. Is it that easy? The girls look at you joyfully and invite you to take the fourth spot around the generator, and you shyly accept it, trying to hide how you'd been spending the trial.
"I saw Felix earlier," Leon says. "I don't know what he's doing." The hesitance in his tone is more than obvious, so you laugh and shake your head as Leon is given a slice of cake. He keeps the crown in his lap, pretending that he grabbed it for himself just for the sake of having the extra reward.
And then, the final survivor finally arrives, elegantly but not hiding the fact that he's trying to win you over. He walks behind you and places the crown over your head with a smile, greeting the ladies with a hug between the two of them. You can't help but blush at how blunt he is without saying a word, and Leon sinks back a little when Felix squeezes in next to Élodie. He always finds a way.
But that doesn't stop Leon from finding you at the end of the trial when the other three are finishing the last of the generators, wanting to gift you the crown he collected purely for the sentiment even if Felix already gave you one.
"Maybe you'll like it anyway," he tells you. "Thanks for the cake!"
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A request from @shino-owo​. It’s finally finally finished and I still have so much to do. Forgive the lateness, thank you for being patience.
Seraphim stared out of the window and into the cold night of winter, a shiver traveled up his spine. He liked winter, it was time where he and his mother would play in the snow, he’d play with his bear brothers and sisters. With their lives gone so did all the good feelings during this time, he kind of wished it would go away, but that was impossible. He sighed as he rested his head against the cold glass window and tried not to cry. It wasn’t often that he did but when he did he tried to hide it. He felt it was a sign of weakness, vulnerability, and he vowed that he would never show it again until she came along.
Seraphim looked over towards the large bed on the other side of the room and smiled. There, slept his beautiful wife, wrapped in fine cloth and warm sheets, she looked even more beautiful with the light of the glowing fire. When he returned he swore that he would give his and daughter the world, and that’s what he did. With the help of his brother, Heron, he took back his kingdom from his filthy cousins and rose to power. When others opposed, he put them back in their place. Seraphim was not a ruthless king, in fact, he was much beloved and protected his citizens while also being strict, Adara said he was a firm, but a fair king.
Adara, along with her husband, was much beloved. The citizens loved her, many men foolishly tried courting her when she was in town, good thing the guards were nice enough to help her. The men lived, but they wish they died, they still do. Seraphim stood from his seat at the window and walked over to the bed, he smiled as his hands ran down the small scar on her cheek. She had that scar since he had met her when he was twelve and she was ten, it was fresh then, just like his, and still healing. When he inquired where she got the scar she told him her father had done it to her, he was training her to be the strongest warrior Greece had ever seen and the scare was from one of their duels, it was done on purpose. The mere memory of her retelling him that story had him seething.
Seraphim had been pulled from his thoughts when he felt his beloved shift under his touch, she hadn’t woken up yet but he could tell that even in her sleep she was searching for him. He smiled before leaning down to her and whispered, “I’m here, go back to sleep.” As if it were magic, Adara laid completely still and returned to her slumber and wrapped herself in the sheets. Seraphim chucked, he looked down at the glass of wine that he had forgotten was there and gulped what remained in the glass before walking out of the room to his daughter just across the hall. He carefully opened the door to see his three-year-old daughter sleeping in a bed that was much too big for her.
As I said, he wanted her daughter to have the world and would do anything for the girl. He stepped quietly into the room and towards her bed. Her jack black hair and tanned skin made him think of himself when he was younger and full of life. “Daddy?” That small voice pulled him from his thoughts as his little Ariana slowly sat up while rubbing her deep brown eyes. “Is it morning”, she asked, clearly still sleepy. “No princess, go back to sleep. I just came to check on you.” Ariana nodded before laying back down and falling fast asleep. Seraphim smiled before pressing a light kiss to her head. “I love you, daddy.” Seraphim stopped for a second, but smiled as he gently patted his daughter’s head, “I love you too.”
Once he entered his room again, his wife was awake and smiling at him. “I thought I told you to go to sleep”, he said as he put the glass down on the table and sat down on the huge animal skins on the floor by the fireplace. Behind him, Adara shifted off the bed and walked towards him. He turned around and stared up at her before patting the space next to him. “It’ll be over before you know it”, she said as she ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. She could feel him shudder under her touch, “You should rest, you’ll feel better in the morning.” Seraphim sighed as he leaned into her touch, whenever he felt this she was there to keep him from falling over the edge, she was always there.
“I truly do not deserve you”, he said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. They stared at each other for a minute before Seraphim leaned in and captured her lips with his. Adara kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull his body closer to her. She felt the familiar feeling of Seraphims tongue poking at her lips asking for her to open so he could further explore her, once she did she could taste the wine he had been drinking earlier. She shuddered as Seraphim traced his clawed fingers up and down her waist until he moved his hand between her legs. Adara gasped, he rubbed his fingers across her velvety core, only a few seconds could he feel how wet and soaked she was.
Adara ground her lower body against his body, trying to get friction from him in any way. Seraphim dragged his tongue across her inner mouth and smiled into the kiss, before slipping his large fingers into her core, urging a shudder from her and for her to grab onto the animal skin wrapped around his waist. Seraphim pushed away from her, a string of saliva connecting them. Seraphim leaned forward, licking her ear, and whispered, “lay down.” Adara obeyed, her long hair laid out, a dark pillow that he loved to run his fingers through it. Seraphim, with his fingers still inside her, crawled up to her and kissed down her neck before gently grazing his fangs down her neck, over her chest, and down her stomach.
He looked up to his wife and frowned, Adara’s face showed clear discomfort. Seraphim shot up, his face covered with concern. “What’s wrong? Did I do something you didn’t like?” When Adara didn’t answer or look up at him, he started to panic, internally of course. Had he done something to upset her? Does he not satisfy her anymore? Does she not LOVE him anymore? “It’s nothing, really”, she said quietly, her mousy little voice cutting through his negative thoughts. “Something troubles you, and as your husband, it’s my job to understand whatever bothers you and destroy it”, he said, his voice echoing and his eyes narrowing to let her know of his seriousness, bit softened his gaze when he noticed tears forming in her hazel eyes.
Gently, he cupped her cheek and turned her head to face him, but she kept her eyes closed. “Look at me, please.” Adara, hesitantly looked into her husband’s dark brown eyes, they were soft, calm, and filled with care. She sighed, “I feel like since I had Ariana, I don’t look as beautiful as I used to.” Seraphim was shocked. The most beautiful, creative, talented, and caring woman he had ever met didn’t find herself beautiful. Before he could protest Adara dropped another bomb on him, “I feel like you could have done far better than me.” That was it. He wasn’t going to take any more of this. She hated it when he hated the way he looked, or when he told her the same thing she said to him just now, so he wasn’t going to allow the love of his life to suffer in self-loathing.
Remembering where his finger was, he decided to add another inside her, before pumping it inside her, shocking her and sending a rush of pleasure through her body. He gently gripped her jaw and forced her to look at him in his brown eyes, “You are the most gorgeous woman in his world”, he whispered in her ear as he moved his fingers faster inside her. “Despite my hatred for them, the gods have given me the greatest gift: you.” Seraphim bit down on her neck, gently, and groaned as her moans increased in volume. Usually, he’d tease her, draw out her orgasm a bit longer, but tonight was about her, and only her.
He slid his tongue down her collarbone, down her chest where he swirled her nipple between his teeth before traveling further down her body until he replaced his fingers with his tongue. Adara gasped, she felt herself clench as his tongue prodded her entrance and slid inside her. She felt her pussy clench as she released all over his mouth, her mouth open in a silent scream as a shockwave of pleasure rocked through her body. Seraphim rose from between her legs and smiled with his tongue licking his lips. He crawled back up to her and captured her lips, which she gladly accepted, not caring that she could taste herself on his tongue.
Seraphims hand traced down his own body as he sat up to take off his bottoms and release his massive cock from their confines. Adara was practically salivating, it was huge and thick, and her soaked core pulsed in need for it. Seraphim chuckled and slid her legs over his arms and positioned himself between them, but didn’t move. He looked up and locked eyes with his wife and said, “what are you?” Adara looked confused, what did he mean? Seraphim put the tip of his erect shaft against her pulsing core and pushed in, coaxing a groan from her, but stopped before going any further. “I asked you a question. If you answer correctly, I’ll reward you.” His fingers reaching down and twisting her clit between his fingers.
Adara shuddered, she gritted her teeth before locking eyes with her husband and saying, “I’m beautiful.” Seraphim smiled before pushing his cock completely inside her, he gasped at the warmth and tightness of her. “What else?” Her breath faltering and her body heating up, Adara muttered again. “I am beautiful. I am a gift given to you by the gods,” she screamed as Serahpis hips violently snapped forward, she reached forward and grabbed Seraphim by his braid and pulled him down to kiss him deeply. “Keep going, little one.” Adara continued to compliment herself, repeating it to her husband over and over again, her body twitching as her orgasm quickly approached. Seraphim stopped, grabbing her legs and raised them over his shoulder. The two locked eyes and kissed, he swallowed his lovers’ moans as he snapped his hips forward.
Seraphim wrapped his arms around her body, both of them covered in a thin layer of sweat that the fire illuminated, creating a glow that Seraphim found beautiful on his gorgeous wife. Her hazel eyes brimmed with tears as her orgasm shook through her, rocking her and sending her into a silent scream. Seraphim moaned quietly as he felt her walls clench his shaft, his pace quickened but became sloppy, signaling he was close to finishing. His grip on her thighs tightened as he felt himself release inside her, Adara’s body stiffened as another orgasm shook through her.
Seraphim collapsed onto his forearms, their shadows dancing on the walls, acopnied by the sound of the crackling fire and the deep breaths of the two lovers on the floor. Adara stared up at the ceiling and wrapped her arms around her husbands body. Seraphim turned his head and kissed the side of her head, “Don’t ever forget that, understand that?” She nodded and kissed the his scar then his lips. “I won’t so long as you don’t.” The two smiled before locking lips and embracing each other once again. Seraphim reached over and grabbed a log before throwing it into the fire and wrapping them both in one of their covers.
“Be a good girl and tell me one more time”, he began, gently rubbing her cheek. “What are you.” Adara scooted closer and smiled, “WE are beautiful. We are both gifts from the gods that managed to come together and create an even better treasure. There is no person better than the one in front of me.” Seraphim stared at her, his brown eye widened before smiling and kissing her forehead and saying, “except for the person in front of me.” The two smiled, sitting in silence before drifting off into peaceful slumber.
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Random truth: what gifts are you getting for the others for the holidays?
Name Randomizer: Pyrrha
Pyrrha: This is something I’ve been working on for a long time actually. Not just coming up with what to get everyone, but getting my outfit together...
Weiss: Wait, what outfit?
Pyrrha, blushing: Huh? Oh, no outfit, nothing.
Everyone: *stares at her*
Pyrrha: Uhm...you’ll have to wait and see until later...
Later...
Pyrrha, bursting into the room wearing a red coat, matching leggings, and winter cap, with a huge red bag over her shoulder: Happy Nondescript Winter Holiday!
Weiss: What the—
Ruby, gasping loudly: IT’S PYRRHA CLAUS!
Pyrrha: That’s right! And I’m here to give all the good boys, girls, and enbies their holiday presents!
Nora: But Pyrrha, you’re already a gift.
Pyrrha, blushing: Shut up and open your present. *hands her a wrapped box*
Nora: Ohh! *tears the box open frantically* No way! *pulls out a pink, yellow, green and maroon varsity jacket* Is...is this...?
Pyrrha, winking at her and opening her festive coat to reveal her own matching jacket: Don’t tell Jaune and Ren yet.
Nora: We finally got team jackets!!! *jumps at Pyrrha and smothers her with a hug* Thank you thank you thank you thank you!
Yang, crossing her arms, looking at Weiss: How come we don’t have team jackets?
Weiss, blushing: Since when is that a thing?
Ruby: I have a sewing machine. Say the word and provide the fabric and I will hyperfixate on it for eight hours straight.
Pyrrha, still with Nora hanging onto her: Speaking of which... *hands Ruby an envelope* For you!
Ruby: Ooooh. *rips open the envelop* A gift card to the fabric store?!
Pyrrha, grinning: For all your fabric needs.
Ruby, beaming: Thanks Pyrrha Claus—
Pyrrha: *cuts her off with a kiss to the forehead*
Ruby, blushing and grinning like a goof: Heheh...yeah...
Weiss, looking up at Pyrrha hopefully: Don’t I get a kis— I mean, a present?
Pyrrha: Of course you do! *hands her a box*
Blake, chuckling: What do you even get a spoiled rich girl as a gift?
Weiss: Hmph! *opens the present* It’s...a framed picture of me and Pyrrha. *shows it to the others: Pyrrha is hugging Weiss from behind, their smiling faces squished together awkwardly* I remember Nora took the picture and I begged her to delete it because I look so awkward.
Pyrrha, smiling bashfully: It’s one of my favorite pictures of you and me together, so...I thought I’d share it.
Weiss: Ohh... *looking at the picture again* We are pretty cute...
Blake: I stand corrected, that’s wholesome as fuck.
Weiss, grinning: Thank you so much, Pyrrha.
Pyrrha, kissing her forehead: Anything for you~
Weiss, blushing: Ohh...
Ruby, hugging her: Preemptive hug before you gay faint.
Weiss: Thank you.
Pyrrha, giggling at them before handing a gift to Blake: For you, Mx. Belladonna.
Blake, opening it to reveal several cat-ear-friendly beanies: Yessss! *puts one on* No more ear squish!
Yang, stars in her eyes: Oh my gods, you’ve got little ear cozies...
Pyrrha, giving Blake a cheek smooch before moving on to Yang: And for you! Well, you and Blake, but more specifically for you.
Yang, taking her gift: Hmm... *opens it to reveal a new Yellow motorcycle helmet, and a black helmet with cat ear spaces* No way! Theirs and hers bike helmets!
Blake, gasping and taking their helmet: No more ear squish!!!
Pyrrha, giggling: Now you two can go for joyrides safely. With proper safety equipment.
Yang, rubbing the back of her neck: You sound like my dad. But my dad’s way more annoying when he says it...
Pyrrha: Helmet hair is kinda hot, though. *shrugs*
Yang: Okay, yeah, I’m sold. Thank you, Pyrrha!
Blake, their helmet already on, their voice muffled: Thanks!
Yang: Your ears.
Pyrrha, smiling and kissing Yang’s cheek: No problem. *turns to Ilia* Your turn!
Ilia, turning pink and rubbing her elbow: Lemme guess, since I’m so gay I probably get, like, a coupon book full of “redeem for one free Pyrrha kiss” vouchers, huh? Not that I’m against that, to be fair...
Pyrrha, shrugging: That’s actually not a bad idea, but actually... *hands her a box* I got you a few other things.
Ilia, opening the box: Woah, this is a lot of stuff.
Pyrrha, smiling proudly: So I remember you talking about how your color changing skin poses some skin care challenges, so I tracked down some reptile-Faunus-friendly body wash and lotion. There’s some vegetarian cookbooks in there, some lesbian flag pins I found for you, and... *leans down toward her* Why give you a coupon book when I’ll kiss you just for asking? *kisses Ilia’s lips* Happy winter holiday~
Ilia, rainbowing: Pyrrha, oh my gods...
Pyrrha, giggling and turning to the next girl: Neon, if you can believe it, you were probably the easiest to shop for. *hands her a gift*
Neon: I must have a pretty recognizable style, huh? *opens her gift* Yes! Light-up cat ear headphones! *puts them on* I am sooo going to ruin my hearing with these. Thank you Pyrrha Claws! *nya~ ;3*
Pyrrha: Cute. *kisses her cheek*
Neon: OwO
Cinder: Did you just “owo” out loud?
Pyrrha: Team CENM, you three need winter clothing. *throws fluffy sweaters to all three of them* As sexy as you all are, if I see even a peek of midriff, collarbone, or upper arm while you’re outside, I will immediately drag you indoors and make you into a blanket burrito.
Emerald: Is that a promise?
Cinder, holding up a far-too-small sweater: I think I got Neo’s. *turns to Neo* Trade?
Neo, already wearing Cinder’s new sweater, which is three sizes too big for her: No 💕
Cinder, glaring: Neo—
Pyrrha, interrupting her with a kiss on the cheek: Happy winter holiday, Cinder!
Cinder, blushing: Oh...
Pyrrha, smiling: And now, Penny and Ciel! Combat skirts and stockings! *throws combat skirts and stockings at them*
Penny, eyes glowing in wonder: Sensational!
Ciel, grinning with a pair of stockings in hand: They’re so soft! Thank you, Pyrrha!
Pyrrha, kissing them both: Of course~ *turns to Coco and Velvet* You’ll never guess.
Coco: I hope you went with the obvious choice.
Velvet: Obvious choice?
Pyrrha, handing bags to Coco: Coffee. And more coffee. Aaannnnd more coffee!
Coco: Caffeeeeeine...
Pyrrha: And for you, Velvet... *hands her a bunny-ear-friendly beanie* No more ear squish!
Velvet: *gasp* It’s so cute!
Blake, pointing at her: Matchies!
Velvet, putting her new beanie on: Matchies!
Pyrrha: And finally, Harriet and Elm! *hands them both boxes*
Harriet, opening her box and grinning: New running shoes!
Pyrrha: Extra durable running shoes, since I know you go through a pair of shoes, like, every week.
Harriet: Finally! Shoes that won’t catch fire if I run too fast!
Elm, opening her present: Ohhh, muscle shirts to show off my muscles!
Pyrrha, grinning: I know you two love going to the gym, after all.
Harriet, hugging her: Thank you, Pyrrha.
Elm: Yeah, thanks, Pyr!
Everyone else: Thanks Pyrrha! *group hugs around Pyrrha*
Pyrrha, sighing happily: Another successful Nondescript Winter Holiday~
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