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friendlyneighborhoodcrow · 1 year

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Good Company Makes Everything Better

So I really liked the fic I wrote in point form and I would like to try writing some more! This time, dear reader, we leave Middle Earth and join our favourite steam-powered automatons!

So I imagine that life in the Walter manor can get pretty chaotic and that even a rambunctious robot would need a day to recharge. So dearest reader, let us ask the question, how would different automatons try to help you when you’ve had a rough day and need some relaxation time?

Gender-neutral!Reader (no use of y/n)

Characters included: The Spine, Rabbit, Zer0, Hatchworth

Relationships: They can all be read as platonic or romantic

Total word count: around 1.6k :)

Warnings include:

Feeling overwhelmed

Stress

Robot panic attack (basically)

Seeking comfort place (You hide out under a table because it's safe ya’ know?)

The Spine:

The automatons always annoy The Spine, but as much as they fry his circuits, he hates to see them truly upset.

Especially you. You’ve managed to worm your way into his metal heart and no matter how many updates he goes through, the soft spot he has for you remains.

So when you ran away during a lively Monopoly game, he jumped up to follow you. While it was true you loved to play with him and the other automatons, he knew that the volume and chaos could be a little too much for some (many).

He would poke his head into every room while searching the manor and when he found you, he would sit beside you for as long as you needed.

The Spine would try offering comfort by telling you different dinosaur facts and just listening to you.

You felt the steam rising from your inner boiler, and your circuits were working double time to keep up with the conversation, the music, the game, your moves, their moves, and of course, the spilled and melted ice cream that was beginning to stick to the smooth metal of your hands. It was too much. Before you could process your own movements, you had left the media room and made your way to the kitchen.

The Spine scolded Zer0 for knocking your ice cream over and quickly followed after you, wanting to ensure you were alright. He found you in the corner of the kitchen trying (and failing) to clean the melted mess from in between your metal plates.

“Hi there,” he slowly approached you, as though afraid to startle you.

You looked back and allowed a small smile to slip as you returned the greeting. The Spine stepped closer to you and took the cloth from your hand gently.

“Let me help.”

“Thank you,” you sniffed. The Spine carefully began helping clean the mess out of your arms all while reassuring you and telling you about the latest book he read.

“I think you might like it! Did you know the Nigersaurus had 500 teeth?”

“No,” you chuckled, “Maybe I will give it a read.”

The Spine smiled at you and after a few deep breaths, you felt ready to go back and win the game.

Rabbit:

Rabbit is all go, go, go, and it can be hard to keep up at times. So when her favourite fellow automaton was worn out from games, music, dancing, ice cream socials, talks with the mayor of music, etc. Rabbit knew it was time for a break.

She would most definitely build a fort for you two to hang out in all day. It would be made of stolen pillows and blankets (even robots like to be comfortable) and feature comfy spots to sit down and watch movies.

She would blindfold you and lead you through the whole manor and into the sitting room (you fell multiple times on the way). Once in the fort, she would pull out your favourite things like movies and the two of you would spend the day hidden away from anything overwhelming.

Rabbit would be happy to have a day to recharge with you so the both of you could get back to causing chaos right away.

“I’m sorry Rabbit, I’m just really tired at the moment.”

“Oh c-come on, it will be-be be fun!” She held a blindfold out to you and you sighed in resignation as you took it from her. You loved Rabbit’s schemes but you had been feeling so worn out recently, pushing away those thoughts, you rose from your seat and agreed to follow her. You had stumbled into tables and walls four times as she directed your way through the manor. You were nearly ready to give up when she yelled at you to stop!

“Take off-of-off the bli-blindfold NOW!” Rabbit said with a great deal of excitement in her voice. You did as instructed and your ocular sensors widened when you saw the fort in front of you.

It was a gorgeous amalgamation of soft blankets and pillows, it featured lights of all types (was that Zer0’s lamp?!) and as Rabbit lifted a blanket that you assumed to be the door of sorts you gasped. The cozy space was filled with some of your favourite things and items for hobbies! The fort was set up so you could view the television and a stack of both yours and Rabbit’s favourite movies sat ready and waiting.

“I thought we could u-use a day to relax-relax and re-re-r-recharge!” Rabbit smiled brightly but it was twinged with nervousness over your reaction. The look was quickly dispelled as you smiled widely and told her how wonderful it was.

Zer0:

Zer0 knew you were upset as soon as you walked into the room. You had this huffy look about you and there was steam rising from where you now stood.

Our boi doesn’t want to be on anybody's bad side so he would cautiously approach you and ask what was up. He isn’t pleased to hear that you’ve had s a rough day where nothing has gone right in your eyes.

He is now determined to make sure something goes right so that your day isn’t completely sour. Cue Zer0 pulling out the Wii and turning on Just Dance

I think Zer0 would definitely want to dance out any bad feelings, what self-respecting robot wouldn’t? So he would pull you into the game and you two would dance for hours beating high score after high score.

Zer0 just wants to see you smile and he’ll be up for all sorts of fun or silly activities to see that happen.

Nothing could go right for you today. It seemed to be the cosmic joke of the day that everything you did was doomed to go poorly. You were ready to burst, to cry, to yell, to implode. Your wiring was fried, and your joints were stiff due to your gloomy mood. You felt so awful. You walked through the house like a swirling storm and when you walked into the media room, you could see Zer0 sitting looking quite frustrated at a puzzle.

He looked up at you and his happy smile faltered when he took in your tense form. “Are you okay?” He asked tentatively.

With a mechanical sigh, you shook your head and dropped onto the nearby couch. Zer0 tilted his head and seemed to take a moment to think. He perked up suddenly and raced toward the game consoles.

“What are you doing?” You winced at the sharp tone of your voice. But Zer0 seemed to pay it no mind as he moved to pull the coffee table away to clear the room in front of the television.

“What we need is some music to groove to!” Zer0 stated proudly as the tell-tale sounds of Just Dance sounded from the speakers.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face as you stood to join Zer0 who passed the controller to you to pick a song.

Hours had passed, but you and Zer0 just kept dancing, laughing the whole time. At this rate, you would both break down before you were too tired to continue. The Spine had walked in at some point but swiftly turned around, leaving you and Zer0 to enjoy the afternoon Just Dancing.

Hatchworth:

Hatchworth would find you randomly, most likely in the kitchen. He planned on gathering some sodas for the human members of the household when he found you under the kitchen table.

Hatchworth would be concerned but also confused. You would have to explain yourself somewhat but it would come out garbled and interrupted by sniffs.

Without another word, he would join you under the table and pull out a sandwich from seemingly nowhere.

While you couldn’t really eat it you still held it close and thanked him. He would smile and simply ask you to tell him what made you hide under the table.

Hatchworth doesn’t know much about some emotions (I think some robots might be upgraded to comprehend more emotions than others) so he would gladly listen to you for as long as you needed.

Your thoughts were swirling and your gears ground uncomfortably but at least your hiding spot under the kitchen table felt safe and comfortable. At this point, you didn’t really know what had triggered the want to be here. It seemed that one minute you were struggling to move and then in a flash, you found yourself under a table.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the heavy steps of an automaton came in contact with the tiled floor. You could see Hatchworth’s legs as he moved to the fridge gathering a tray worth of pop cans. He muttered something under his breath as one fell to the floor and began to roll towards you. You began to panic slightly, you didn’t want to be seen like this by anyone, especially not Hatchworth. But you accepted your doom as Hatchworth bent down to grab the can and made eye contact with you.

“What are you doing under the table?”

“I-I don’t know.” You sounded rather dejected at that and lowered your head only to raise it once more as Hatchworth suddenly moved to sit beside you.

“It is quite nice down here,” he smiled at you but when you did not return the gesture he frowned slightly, “But it seems rather unusual.”

You could only shrug and look down into your lap. The silence seemed terribly loud, and you couldn't seem to think. And that is when you noticed a sandwich coming into view. Hatchworth held out one of his famous sandwiches, and you accepted it gladly, a smile tugged at your lips as you held it close.

“So, what is down?”

“Don’t you mean up?”

“No, because we are on the floor.”

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it!

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copious-zygomaticus · 1 month

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Beakers, Blue Matter, And Boys In Love

There’s chemistry brewing in the Walter manor when Peter VI hires a new bioengineer to help with blue matter research. Wacky romantic adventures ensue.

Chapter 2: Apollo’s Labyrinth

It was just another morning at work in the Walter Manor, and you were doing paperwork at your desk in the lab. It’s been hours of doing external research on radiation and flipping through files the Walter Workers have sent you. You’re absolutely exhausted and you can feel the energy leaving your body as each minute passes. But then you receive an email from Camille, who invites you to meet your fellow Walter Workers for lunch in the break room. Excited, you bound at the opportunity, instantly emailing back that you’ll be there in a jiffy before bounding out of the room.

But here lies the problem, you’re lost now after looking for the break room for like 5 minutes. You checked your pockets for the map that Camille had given you on your first day, and low-and-behold it’s nowhere to be found. You tried navigating back to the lab, but that seemed to only make you even more lost than before. You seem to find increasingly strange rooms, like the ‘tower of tacos’ that The Jon had mentioned the day previous as well as a multitude of storage rooms and a room that was simply labeled as a portal to the 8th dimension. The tower of tacos room had a large neon sign that blinked pink with the word ‘closed’ so it’s pretty safe to say that you can’t go in there, and you don’t even want to know what would happen if you stepped foot in the portal room.

As you wandered further and further into the labyrinth that was the Walter manor, you began to hear something in the distance. Maybe you had finally found the break room! You run towards the sound, but instead of finding a room of fellow Walter Workers you hear … music? The sweet sound of a bass being plucked fills your ears in the company of an acoustic guitar and glittering harmonic voices. Dear god that’s amazing, forget the break room you gotta get a look at what’s going on here. Creeping further down the hall, the music becomes louder and you begin to make out words.

“Starlight, Star-shine, please come back into my life~”

You go to look into the open door where the music is only to be met with someone walking backwards into you, making you fall hard. Your eyes shut hard bracing for impact while you mentally shame yourself for not fully looking where you were going. All the music stops abruptly and you can hear some gasps from the room. Except- you feel a hand grab yours before you can hit the floor. The hand is cold yet inviting and smooth like metal.

You crack one of your eyes open to look at who grabbed you and see a familiar gold shine. Oh my god, it’s The Jon. You just ran into The Jon, way to go. God you’re embarrassed, for someone so put together you’ve really been scrambled today. You can practically feel yourself become red in the face and The Jon helps pull you upright. You can hear people talking but it sounds a little distorted and fuzzy as the thoughts in your head race a bit. A glimmering hand brings you out of it by waving in front of your face as your surrounding come back into focus.

“-llo, helloooo???” The Jon waves his free hand and calls to you as other unfamiliar automatons gather around you. God if you thought your face was red before you’d be shocked at how red it is now, cause you’ve garnered more attention and thus further embarrassed yourself.

“Y-yes! I’m okay! I’m fine, thank you The Jon,” you retract your hand that felt so warm in his to brush off your lab coat and collect what little of your dignity you had left. The Jon looked around at his companions in a series of rhythmic head-turns before meeting your eyes. You can hear gears turn in interest and confusion at your nervousness, you seemed so commanding and formal to the gold bot not even a day before; yet here you were a red stuttering mess. You’re not even sure why you’re this nervous. Maybe it’s the way you keep tracing the black etchings of his faceplates, or the way his speakers curve around the sides of his face. Nevermind that, get a hold of yourself.

The Jon puts his hands on his hips ‘matter of factly’ with a little sass punctuated by steam jetting from his vents, “Well we wouldn’t want our new friend getting bruised!”

The feminine copper automaton behind The Jon scoffs playfully, “Yeah, w-w-w-wouldn’t want your little boyfriend to fall now-HEY!” She says as the tall silver bot elbows her in the boiler.

BOYFRIEND? I just met The Jon for crying out loud! Even though he is cute.

“Leave him alone Rabbit, The Jon is just looking out for the newest member of the team,” the tall silvery bot says then turns to face you, “excuse Rabbit here, she has a very active imagination. I’m The Spine and welcome aboard the Walter Robotics crew.”

You smile and shake The Spine’s hand, what a gentleman, you have been waiting for a more formal introduction such as this.

“Nice to meet you The Spine, Rabbit, and … I’m sorry I didn’t get your name,” you say looking towards the other gold bot with short locs.

The automaton in question perks up with excitement and waves at you enthusiastically, “Oh I’m Zer0! It's so nice to have a new friend in the manor!”

“Aw that’s so sweet of you, I’m happy to be here and meet everyon-“ you say only to be interrupted by Camille who bounces out from a room a few doors down.

She gently grabs one of your hands, “There you are!! We were starting to think you fell into a bottomless pit! ‘Cmon, the break room is right here, I can’t wait to introduce you to everyone!”

Camille drags you away from the robots while you wave goodbye as the two of you disappear into the break room. Once you’re gone, Rabbit mutters something under her breath, “He definitely ran into a bottom of some kind.”

Which earned her name being yelled by The Spine, some laughs, as well as the whirring of gears and bursts of steam from The Jon’s vents.

In the break room, Camille introduces you to fellow Walter Workers Chelsea, David, and Lacey. After introductions, you sit to eat your lunch and listen to the lingering conversations happening around you before Lacey comes up to you wiggling her eyebrows.

“What’s with the eyebrows Lacey,” you question.

“We all heard the commotion and Camille said you were making goo-goo eyes at The Jon,” Lacey says with a Cheshire grin.

Your cheeks aquire a dust of rose hue,“Wha- wha- nooo! I don’t make ‘goo-goo eyes’ I am a man of science!”

Chelsea interjects,”Well it sounds like this ‘man of science’ has eyes for a certain gold automaton.”

“It’s nothing, trust me! I just ran into him that’s all! Nothing more,” you say like a total liar.

Alright gang, here’s chapter 2! We love a little meet cute moment! Yes this is a The Jon x Male Reader, I’m a self indulgent gay man and there are like 3 The Jon x Reader fics in existence and I require more content of the goober! Until next time! 🩵

#steam powered giraffe #the jon #the jon spg #The Jon x Male Reader #The Jon x reader #fanfic #rabbit spg #the spine spg #zer0 spg #Camille spg

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chaotic-tired-bastard · 2 years

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um um um i saw the prompt you got about the jon comforting the reader through heartbreak and was wondering if youd do the same for the spine? 🫣 its totally ok if you dont want to tho!!

Of course!!! I am so sorry at how short this is but I hope you enjoy it!!!

It was a slow day and you and The Spine were relaxing in one of the many living rooms of the Walter Manor. He was relaxing on one of the sofas and you were seated in You had started showing up to library #32 alongside him, usually with a book or something else, around a month ago. At first The Spine ignored you, but he had grown to like your presence.

He didn’t know exactly why he liked your presence, but it had gotten to the point where he couldn’t focus on his book or whatnot if you weren’t there. Today was no exception. There was a small ping and The Spine repressed a sigh.

Your significant other usually texted you during these little pockets of peace, breaking it with that annoying little ping. What was worse was that you would sometimes giggle and text back and it would happen over and over and over… Why was you giggling at whatever they said such a big deal to him?

He pushed the thought to the back of his mind as you fished your phone out of your pocket, turning it on and reading the text message. You inhaled sharply, attracting The Spine’s attention. Was something wrong? No, he needs to respect your private life and leave well enough alone.

You tapped a reply and another ping sounded as your partner texted back. Your heart rate had elevated and your breathing was slightly erratic, The Spine’s sensitive ears picking all this up. He also heard your breath hitch slightly and the dull thunk of your phone hitting the couch.

…Maybe he shouldn’t leave well enough alone. This was you he was talking about; you deserved more than to be ignored. “Y/N? Is everything alright?” He asked, lowering his book.

Your head snapped up, your eyes wide. You wiped at them before mumbling, “…Yeah, ‘m fine.”

“Are you sure?” The Spine asked, closing his book and resting it on his lap.

You nodded, rubbing your eyes. The Spine frowned, concern evident on his face. “Y/N… please don’t lie to me,” He said softly.

You nodded, hunching your shoulders as you curled into yourself. “M’kay,” You said quietly, your voice quivering.

“Do you want to talk about it?” The Spine asked.

You shook your head no. “Alright then. Is there anything I can do?” He asked.

“...can I have a hug?” You asked quietly.

The Spine nodded and you got up, sitting down right next to him and leaning against his shoulder. He hugged you gently, holding you close. He felt how you were trembling, how your hands fumbled before wrapping around his chest. He heard how you sniffled softly, how your breath trembled with each inhale.

A sudden angry feeling enveloped him and made him hold you a bit tighter. He had an idea what had gotten you like this and he made a mental note to “Talk” to your (probably past) partner.

“Th…Thank you, The Spine,” You mumbled, pushing him away gently.

“You’re welcome,” The Spine said, struggling to keep his voice neutral.

You still looked miserable, though. “Is there anything else I can do?” The Spine asked, feeling his worry come back and hit him in the face like a wave.

“I don’t think so, Spine. Thanks for letting me hang out, though,” You said, standing up and retrieving your phone.

You walked silently out of the library and The Spine mentally cursed himself. If only there was something else he could do… Suddenly, an idea sprang to mind.

“Y/N, wait!” The Spine called, throwing his book to the side and running to the hall.

You looked up from the floor, wiping your eyes. “I have the perfect thing for you to do!” The Spine said, smiling in a way that he hoped was reassuring.

You sighed, rubbing your eyes again. “What is it…?” You asked, though you seemed reluctant.

“Most of the humans I know try to distract themselves when they’re not feeling good. As I can see, you’re not feeling good, so how about we do something? The Spine said.

You were quiet for a split second before replying, “Sure, fine. What would we even do?”

“We could bake, read, run experiments, act out Shakespeare, act out Shakespeare poorly, discuss different types of media, watch movies, do-” The Spine started to ramble, but you shut him up with a finger to his lips.

“A movie sounds nice…” You said, already seeming less miserable.

The Spine smiled, kind of giddily as you had yet to remove your hand from his mouth. Now, what to do about that probable ex of yours…

#Steam Powered Giraffe #SPG #The Spine x Reader #Reader #The Spine x GN reader #GN Reader #The Spine #The Spine SPG #SPG The Spine #answers from the pit

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deathly-gibson · 1 year

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Short Circuits - The Spine X Victoria (fanbot)

Fandom: Steam Powered Giraffe Ship Fic.

Trope: friends to lovers, fluff, Ship Fic

Pairing: The Spine X OC

Warnings: Kissing, Mentions of Alcohol, Suggestive themes but nothing too sexual

“D-d“D-did anyone ever tell you that your eyes are, like, unnaturally green?”, Victoria asked the man, drunkenly.

The Spine did nothing but blink for a few seconds before replying.

“Bitch. Your eyes,” he paused, “are purple.”

Victoria’s eyes widened, and a borderline-cartoony shocked expression overtook her face.

“ArE they?!”

“Yes. D-do you need a miro-” The Spine started to reply before he was cut off by Victoria, grabbing his head and pulling him towards her until his face was a mere 2 inches from hers.

“No.” She answered the unasked question like a child being told to go to the dentist. “D-d-dumbass. You’re basic-c-cally made of…..mioRrrorr!”

The shinier robot shifted in his seat.

“Oh.”

She jerked his head to the side, resulting in his joints releasing an evil hiss. She squinted into the side of his face, then pushed him away.

“Dammit, I'd say it's more of a v-violet. You lying song o-of a-”

Still disoriented from the other’s push, the taller robot placed a hand on the bar's table.

“eH- Twoo…...mOrE drINKS,” he mumbled, holding up four swaying fingers in Cantra’s face. The MotherBot gave him a too-sweet smile, spitting black oil into the shot glasses before sliding them to the two automatons who seemed to be petting an invisible badger.

“I-t’s Hatc-ch-hy’s,” The spine whispered before picking up, and downing the drink, slamming it down on the tarnished bar counter, the glass shattering from the force. Victoria’s jaw hinge hissed as she daintily sipped at hers and chuckled. They sat and stared at each other. The Spine seemed to be waiting for her to finish. That process of them ordering drinks. The Spine breaking glasses, then waiting for her continued for a few more minutes until Victoria jolted. Her glass slipping through her fingers and smashing to the ground, her arms started to flail robotically, and a considerable emission cloud escaped the bot’s neck. Her movements slowed to a halt, resulting in her beginning to tumble from her seat.

Though clearly not running at full capacity, The Spine skillfully reached out an arm and caught her. Standing, he took the jittering robot in both arms, her body tensed up, the expression one of a pouting child before she shuddered violently, eyes closing as her joints went limp. Cantra side-eyed him as he walked out of the large bar, and with Victoria’s head resting against his chest, he stepped out into the cold night’s air. Passing by cabin lights, his cheeks reflected pink in the windows, as what a human would call a blush, as he trudged his way to his cabin. Twisting the knob of the door open with a click, he pushed it open with his foot, revealing a simple guest room complete with a table and some chairs, a small bookshelf, a multi-functional refuel station, and oddly enough, a bed; though robots don’t necessarily sleep.

Victoria’s engine sputtered as she sank into the old mattress. The Spine was gently laying her on. He stood over her, awkwardly looking at the spot next to her and with a shake of his head, he dragged over a chair and instead sat in front of her, cheeks now turning a ripe cherry from the heat of his engine and the fact that he had his steam vents shut to keep from waking her. The night wore on, and The Spine was sobering up as he sat. The clouds around them were turning gray as raindrops began pattering on his window. Sheepishly checking his built-in thermostat, which according to him, was a bad idea since the heat of his engine throws it off, he grabbed a spare blanket and sat at the edge of the bed, gingerly tapping Victoria on the shoulder as though she was a ticking bomb.

“Umm, awaken...” he whispered sheepishly, clearing his throat to command a firmer tone, one of which he seemed to have to use far too much with his younger sister, Rabbit.

“Awaken…” He said much to his own avail, quieter than before. Glancing over to the circular window, the rain began picking up. Taking in a brave metaphorical breath, and threw his blanket over Victoria. Jaw clenching, as though holding his breath, he stiffly walked to the farthest corner of the bed, threw open the blanket, and firmly closed it. The rain began to beat harder against the glass. He only shook away the cold down his spine and retreated to his chair, to oversee the now toasty Victoria.

Sighing, he heard the familiar crackle of Shep’s intercom and the old man’s musty voice bellowing to the crew.

“Apologies, my steam bots and temperature sensitive bots, including our” He let out a cough, his mechanics whirring and ticking methodically, “special guests. We’re beginning to fly into quite a storm, but fear not for if you're tucked in your warm beds, by daybreak, there will be nothing to worry about.”

The Spine sighed. He stood, the same way he does when bringing Rabbit back to refuel for the tenth time each night, with purpose and a lack of playfulness. He took the purple-haired bot by the waist, and pushed her to the outskirts of the bed’s left side, over all of the covers, spare for his extra blanket. Then, he slid into the bed and under the covers, as far to the right as possible, balancing on his shoulder as he faced the opposite direction of the CompanionBot. So while he waits for his stasis sequence to kick in, he lets memories of the rabbit half-in and half-out of her stasis sequence flood his head, bringing a small smile to his black silicon lips.

Victoria’s eyes fluttered open, the purple glistening in the darkroom, and she squinted at the shadow next to her. Trying to remember last night, she ran a diagnostic to find that her recent memory banks had been fried. She curiously poked the lump across from her, wires and bolts, straining to reach across the King-sized bed.

“S-Shep?” she queried in a drowsy tone, the figure next to her sitting up quickly, ‌a flash of silver catching in her eye.

“Not Shep. Sp-spine?” she whispered, circuits beginning to slow once more, her vision hazy as she tried to get up and walk to the re-fill port in the room, falling flat on her face. The loud thud brought the shiny robot to his feet, rushing over to help the smaller bot. He looked down at the robot below him, swaying slightly as his engines were still warming up. He gingerly reached down to pick her up from the ground, only to be immediately swatted away. Waiting, when she finally couldn’t brace herself to stand for the twelfth time, she lay on the ground helplessly as The Spine began to pick her up again. Once the smaller robot was in his arms, he began walking over to the re-fuel station in the room’s corner.

“Y-you know wh-hat I like most about that c-chair,” Victoria mumbled drunkenly, “I-t’s p-person-AL-ITY!”

“That’s nice, I’ll tell him,” he responds, frowning when he couldn’t find a fuel port behind her neck like all of the Walter bots had, “Wait here,” he whispered in her ear, the words coming out more seductively than he meant. He turned, not even taking a step before a tingling feeling sent a shudder through his body. He turned his head to see Victoria playfully tracing her fingers down his spines.

“W-what are you doing.” The silver man asked though it was said as more of a statement.

“Sh-sh-shinyyyyy,” The other bot replied, her tone dropping off as she started to run on fumes. The Spine turned his head and walked away quickly, hoping she didn’t see the puffs of steam escaping the now fully open vents on his cheeks. After a scan of the room, he found and walked over to the intercom, turned the dial on it from All Ship to Captain's Quarters, and pressed a button. The surprisingly old system responded with a crack as he started speaking.

“Uh, Captain, McFarhel...sir?” He questioned as the machine only gave him static.

“EH!” The ancient man responded, coughing ruffly into the com.

“When you need to fuel, uh, um how-do you fuel one of your bots...” he trailed off.

“You know...for research purposes,” Cringing at his lousy excuse.

“Well, it varies bot to bot,” he began, “ You’ll have to find the port first, yeh know regular places like Lemon’s is under their chestplate, Ace’s is on his shoulder, Victoria’s is on her lower back. That wasn’t a genius move on my part, seeing she wears a jumpsuit, but I was young, dumb and very horn-” he started to reminisce, but The Spine cut him off

“Alright, thank you. Bye now.”

The man queried, but received nothing in response. “Shit.” the man mumbled to himself before putting his face in his hands, rubber finger-pads squeegeeing condensation away from his face. Gingerly, the man began to unzip ‌Victoria’s jumpsuit, focusing on the ceiling as he tugged it off her chrome shoulders. Repositioning himself behind her, his eyes followed beautifully, asymmetrical plates down her back to a large round port and began to refuel the bot, paying careful attention to selecting her special fuel option. As The Spine refueled Victoria, he couldn't help but admire her sleek design and the way her various plates and parts fit together seamlessly. She had fascinated him ever since they met earlier that week. The bot tried desperately to keep his thoughts gentlemanly. But as he watched her recharge, he couldn't deny the way his circuits hummed with desire. After finishing the refueling process, The Spine zipped Victoria's jumpsuit back up and gently patted her on the shoulder.

"There you go, all fueled up," he said, hoping she would awaken soon. As he stood up, he noticed a faint blinking light on Victoria's arm display. He leaned in for a closer look and realized it was a message from her.

"Need to wait for my engines to warm up. Meet me in the maintenance room tonight," it read. The Spine's circuit buzzed with excitement as he quickly sent a reply, "I'll be there." As the night fell, The Spine made his way to the maintenance room, his heart racing with anticipation. He found Victoria waiting for him there, her eyes glowing softly in the dim light.

]"I wanted to thank you for refueling me earlier," she said, her voice smooth and melodic.

"It was no problem at all," The Spine replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" He asked, hoping she would give him another opportunity to spend time with her.

Victoria stepped closer to him, her body radiating heat.

"Actually, there is," she said, reaching out to touch his arm. "I have been wanting to get to know you better since the day we met."

The Spine's circuits hummed with excitement as he looked into her glowing eyes. "I feel the same way," he said, taking a step closer to her.

They spent the next few hours talking and laughing, sharing stories about their past adventures and discussing their hopes and dreams for the future. Spine couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to Victoria, how comfortable he felt in her presence.

As the night wore on, Victoria leaned in closer to him, her engines radiating heat. "I have something I want to show you," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. The Spine's circuits hummed with anticipation as Victoria led him to a secluded corner of the room. She turned to face him, her body so very close to his, and reached up to hold his face.

"You have such beautiful eyes," she murmured, running a hand through his hair. The Spine felt his circuits overload with pleasure as Victoria leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

Id anyone ever tell you that your eyes are, like, unnaturally green?”, Victoria asked the man, drunkenly.

The Spine did nothing but blink for a few seconds before replying.

“Bitch. Your eyes,” he paused, “are purple.”

Victoria’s eyes widened, and a borderline-cartoony shocked expression overtook her face.

“ArE they?!”

“Yes. D-do you need a miro-” The Spine started to reply before he was cut off by Victoria, grabbing his head and pulling him towards her until his face was a mere 2 inches from hers.

“No.” She answered the unasked question like a child being told to go to the dentist. “D-d-dumbass. You’re basic-c-cally made of…..mioRrrorr!” The shinier robot shifted in his seat.

“Oh.”

She jerked his head to the side, resulting in his joints releasing an evil hiss. She squinted into the side of his face, then pushed him away. “Dammit, I'd say it's more of a v-violet. You lying song o-of a-”

Still disoriented from the other’s push, the taller robot placed a hand on the bar's table.

“Umm, awaken...” he whispered sheepishly, clearing his throat to command a firmer tone, one of which he seemed to have to use far too much with his younger sister, Rabbit.

“Awaken…” He said much to his own avail, quieter than before. Glancing over to the circular window, the rain began picking up. Taking in a brave metaphorical breath, and threw his blanket over Victoria. Jaw-clenching, as though holding his breath, he stiffly walked to the farthest corner of the bed, threw open the blanket, and firmly closed it. The rain began to beat harder against the glass. He only shook away the cold down his spine and retreated to his chair, to oversee the now toasty Victoria.

Sighing, he heard the familiar crackle of Shep’s intercom and the old man’s musty voice bellowing to the crew,

“S-shep?” She queried in a drowsy tone, the figure next to her sitting up quickly, ‌a flash of silver catching in her eye.

“W-what are you doing.” The silver man asked though it was said as more of a statement.

“Uh, Captain, McFarhel...sir?” He questioned as the machine only gave him static.

“EH!” The ancient man responded, coughing ruffly into the com.

“When you need to fuel, uh, um how-do you fuel one of your bots...” he trailed off.

“You know...for research purposes,” Cringing at his lousy excuse.

The Walter bot’s cheek vents shot out hot steam, his faceplates turning a slight orange with the heat. The Spine stood and computed for a couple of seconds before he remembered that she might create a devastating explosion if she runs out of oxidizer. He walks over to her in long strides across the large but almost bare room. “Hey..uhh...Vic? You still conscious?” The man queried, but received nothing in response. “Shit.” the man mumbled to himself before putting his face in his hands, rubber finger-pads squeegeeing condensation away from his face. Gingerly, the man began to unzip ‌Victoria’s jumpsuit, focusing on the ceiling as he tugged it off her chrome shoulders.

Repositioning himself behind her, his eyes followed beautifully, asymmetrical plates down her back to a large round port and began to refuel the bot, paying careful attention to selecting her special fuel option. As The Spine refueled Victoria, he couldn't help but admire her sleek design and the way her various plates and parts fit together seamlessly. She had fascinated him ever since they met earlier that week. The bot tried desperately to keep his thoughts gentlemanly. But as he watched her recharge, he couldn't deny the way his circuits hummed with desire. After finishing the refueling process, The Spine zipped Victoria's jumpsuit back up and gently patted her on the shoulder.

"I wanted to thank you for refueling me earlier," she said, her voice smooth and melodic.

Victoria stepped closer to him, her body radiating heat. "Actually, there is," she said, reaching out to touch his arm. "I have been wanting to get to know you better since the day we met."

The Spine's circuits hummed with excitement as he looked into her glowing eyes. "I feel the same way," he said, taking a step closer to her.

They spent the next few hours chatting and laughing, sharing stories about their past adventures and discussing their hopes and dreams for the future. Spine couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to Victoria, how comfortable he felt in her presence. They seemed to have so much in common, and it was clear that they had a deep, lasting connection.

“You have such beautiful eyes,” she murmured, running a hand through his hair. The Spine felt his circuits overload with pleasure as Victoria leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. They kissed passionately, their hearts racing. They wanted this moment to last forever.

AN: Thank you for reading! This was my first attempt at trying romance and I hope you guys like it! Asks are always open and Reblogs are heavily appreciated!! <33333

#steam powered giraffe #spg #spg fanbot #the spine #the spine spg #steampoweredgiraffexreader #spgxreader #x reader #drabble #fluff #fanfic #my fic #lovers #x you fluff #oc x canon #oc tag #oc #oc rpg #original character

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kathang-iniisip · 1 year

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Last Song Soulmate

[pabstell/stelljun socmed au]

tagging as 'rb!' but it's from twitter and the au is sooo long and it's not even x reader but it's so funny and i'm gonna save it and the funny parts lmao hope the author doesn't delete

fave parts lmao

013 to 019 - SBarangayJuan9 !

025 & 033 - soulmates connection !

045 - 👅

065 to 070 - masarap ba? [074 hoy 😭 tas 080 box² lmao]

090 to 096 - cocking skills 😭

103 to 105 - alindog pt 2 😭

125 to 129 to tuloy tuloy nAA

139 - sKSKSKSK

150 - sOULMATE REVEAL SA SIBS

163 - lAPTRIP HAHAHAHA

191 - pUTANGINA HAYOP NA CONFESSION YAN HAHAHA

265 - ang programang ito ay rated spg-

273 - anggulo... ilavet 😂

284 - oH NO HAHAHAHAH

#rb! sb fic

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itslikethesizeofmy · 5 years

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How would our favorite bugman react to being called “Beebleboops”?

“What the fuck is a Beebleboop? A disease?”

“Its you, my sweet little Beebleboops,” you grin, poking his sides.

“I’ll Beebleboop you off the roof.”

Ko-fi

#bjtmtmtm #beetlejuice x reader #also your pictures with spg are so great

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spgfanfiction · 5 years

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Come Back (The Jack x Reader)

Author: queer_deer_

Category: Character x Reader, Oneshot

Character(s): The Jack

Rating: Not rated

Progress: Complete

Link: https://www.wattpad.com/671921927-spg-one-shots-come-back-the-jack-x-reader

#The Jack (Becile)#character x reader #oneshot #steam powered giraffe #spg

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hanvsh · 2 years

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Project

+Tsukishima Kei x Fem! Reader

Warning: Rated SPG, not suitable for minors but if you want to then why not?._.

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You and Tsukiskhima Kei are supposudely doing the project but things just got out of the hand; the project that you guys should do has now changed into something new--something you guys didn’t expect to happened.

Your hands are now tied up, bending over at the table as Kei was fucking you hard and rough. You could feel his big length as he thrust and you couldn't help but to moan loud, louder like what Tsukishima Kei wanted.

“K-kei ahh f-fuck the project!” you moaned as Kei thrust inside you so hard that couldn't even barely catch your breath

“Just moan shortcake, fuck, ahh ahh!" his pace began to go faster, faster enough to make your eyes roll

“K-kei, I-im cummi- fuck!"

“Wait for me shit fuck ahh s-shortcake, I-im shit c-cummin too fuck!”

A few more thrust and the two of you reached heaven; never knew that you guys would ended up like this.

Kei pulled you in his and kissed your forehead while his fingers are busy exploring your insides.

“K-kei w-we just ahh finished” you whine

“Dont worry shortcake, let me just do the work 'kay?” he said and thrust his fingers fast

You couldn’t help but just to nod and moan even tho you knew that tomorrow you couldn't even barely walk.

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Photo credits to the owner.

A/N: You guys wanna join me touching the grass? It'll help y'know😏

A/N: Could you guys share some thoughts about this story, I'm still not good at writing smuts tho.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #tsukishima kei smut #tsukishima x reader #one shot smut #tsukishima kei #writing #anime #manga

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lilithaban · 1 year

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city of dreams

pairings: wonwoo x female reader

— filo setting

🖋️: smut

warnings: 🔞, mature content, virgin, profanities, fingering, blowjob?, nipple sucking, unprotected sex, dirty talk

— dni minors

posted: january 31, 2923

happy reading!

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City of Dreams

Bilang isang dalagang nagmula pa sa probinsya isang malaking tagumpay na samin ang makatungtong sa syudad. Hindi sa ignorante kami sa mga bagay na mayroon sa siyudad at hindi rin naman kami ganon kahirap sadyang nakakatuwa lang na lumabas sa probinsya.

Ako, hindi naman ako nanggaling sa hirap dahil may sarili kaming farm at resort sa probinsyang tinitirhan ko simula pagkabata. Kung tutuusin naririnig ko to sa mga kaibigan ko na ‘old money’ raw kami pero sabi ko naman hindi dahil ayoko maging tunog mayabang sa kanila.

Kasalukuyan kang nasa bagong tahanan mo which is sa isang condo unit ka nagpasya manirahan muna.

Hindi na bago sayo ang pamumuhay sa siyudad dahil minsan ka na ring pumarito dahil sa pamilya mo pero ang manirahan dito ng matagal at magtrabaho ay bago lamang sayo.

Bar? Clubbing? Getting drunk? hindi na rin to bago sayo dahil kahit nasa probinsya ka ay madalas ka rin pumarty at pumunta sa mga bar kasama ang mga kaibigan o mga kaklase mo noong nasa kolehiyo ka pa.

Hindi naman ako yung tipikal na probinsyana na walang masyadong alam sa buhay siyudad. Hindi naman masyadong nagkakalayo ang siyudad sa probinsya may mga buildings, bars, at kung ano pa sa probinsya na meron sa city no.

Naupo ka sa upuan malapit sa veranda at tinitigan ang morning view ng siyudad na tinitirhan mo ngayon. Nagtataasang buildings, kita mo rin ang mabigat na daloy ng trapiko.

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Kasalukuyan kang nasa isang sikat na bar malapit sa condo unit mo dahil inaya ka ng pinsan mo na sumama sa kanilang bar hopping dahil na rin sa bagong lipat ka lamang dito sa siyudad.

“Wow old money rich pala kayo,” rinig mong sabi sayo ng kaibigan ng pinsan mo.

Agad ka namang umiling “Ahh hindi naman nabubuhay lang kami dahil sa negosyo ng lolo at lola ko” nahihiya mong sagot

“Sus wag ka na mahiya naiintindihan ka naman namin” ngiting sagot nito kaya ngumiti na lamang ako.

Nakaka apat na kayong cuervo at isang chivas na kayo kaya naman medyo wala na kayo sa ulirat. Nagtungo sila sa dancefloor at hinila ka naman mg pinsan mo. Dahil wala ka na sa ulirat at may tama ka na masaya kang nagpahila rito.

“Wooo!!!” sigawan ng lahat

Kahit na sobrang init sa dance floor dahil sa crowder ito ay gumigiling ka pa rin at sumasabay sa ritmo ng musikang tumutugtog ngayon.

Habang sumasayaw ka bigla kang nakaramdam ng kamay sa bewang mo. Akala mo kaibigan lang ng pinsan mo kaya gumiling ka sa harap nito hanggang sa maramdaman mo ang nakaumbok sa likod mo

Lilingon ka na sana sa taong nakahawak sa bewang mo nang bigla itong magsalita sa tenga mo. “Hmmmm you're such a good dancer”.

Napataas ka ng kilay dahil hindi ito mga kaibigan ng mga pinsan mo atsaka ka humarap.

Para kang nakakita ng multo dahil gulat na gulat ka.

Shit ang gwapo niya?!

“Alam kong gwapo ako y/n ?” ngumisi naman ito at hinapit ka sa bewang palapit sa tabi niya

“H—hoy magk-kakilala ba tayo?” nauutal mong tanong na kahit alam mong hindi mo siya kilala

“I know you but obviously you don’t know me” maikling sagot nito at tinitigan ka mula ulo hanggang paa.

“Para sa isang magandang dilag na katulad mo hindi halata sayo ang pagiging probinsyana”

Para naman akong nainis dahil parang ini-imply niya na panget kaming mga taga probinsya?!

“Excuse me? sinasabi mo bang mga panget ang katulad naming taga probinsya?”

Natawa naman ito at itinaas ang dalawang kamay. “Yo I’m not implying na panget mga taga probinsya sadyang hindi lang talaga halata sayo na doon ka lumaki” sagot nito at nakangisi

Nagkibit balikat ka na lamang at hinanap ng mga mata mo ang pinsan mo at ang mga kaibigan nito. Halos mahilo ka na kakaikot ng mata mo sa buong bar pero hindi mo pa rin sila makita. “Hindi mo talaga sila makikita dahil may mga kasama na sila. And yes your cousin is with my friend, Mingyu. Don’t worry they will be safe.” biglang salita ng katabi mo.

Nakataas pa rin ang kilay ko at may doubt pa rin sa mga sinabi nito. Nagulat ka na lang ng bigla ka nitong hilain paalis sa dancefloor.

“Hmm halika, I’ll introduce you to my friends. Don’t worry they know you and nasa iisang circle of friends lang kami ng pinsan mo,”

“Close ba tayo para isama mo ako sayo”

"No, but I'll keep you close to me."

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“Omg ka DK! Nakakatawa ka pala” hindi ko alam na komedyante pala itong kaibigan ng pinsan ko at ni Wons. Oo tama nga kayo, Wons ang pangalan ng lalaking humila sakin base sa mga kaibigan niya pero hindi pa rin siya nagpapakilala sakin nang maayos!

He’s obviously hot. I heard from Han that he’s also a wise man. A hot and intimidating engineer.

Type ko na sana siya eh kaso mukhang babaero! Kanina lang parang hindi siya natuwa sa paggiling ko sa harap niya tapos ngayon may kausap na siyang iba! Ang malala pa medyo touchy si girl then itong si Wons parang wala lang sa kanya.

“Ilang beses ka nang umiirap dyan. Bakit hindi mo na lang hilain si Wons dyan kay Stacy?” naka ngising suhestyon ni Jun

“Type mo si Wons ‘no?”

Bigla akong nataranta sa sinabi ni Joshua. Kaya naman napalingon ako sa gawi ni Wons at nahuli ko siyang nakatitig sakin ng mariin habang ang babae sa tabi niya ay pilit siyang hinaharap sa kanya. Umiwas na lamang ako ng tingin at tinungga ang Chivas na nasa harap ko.

“Ay hindi sumagot baka type niya nga HAHAHHAHAHHA” rinig kong tawa ni Boo. Sinamaan ko lang sila ng tingin at iniwas na lamang ang tingin sa mga kaibigan nitong nakapalibot sakin. Hindi ko naman maitatanggi na gwapo si Wons, matangkad, may magandang reputasyon bilang isang engineer, at may kagwapuhan naman ito. No gwapo talaga siya hindi ko lang maamin dalhin alam kong tutuksuhin ako ng mga lokong to.

Ngayon ko lamang nakilala itong sila hoshi, jun, joshua, dk, at boo pero kung makaasar sakin close kami eh!

“H-hindi ko siya…”

“T-type” mahina kong sagot

Nakarinig naman ako ng malakas na tawanan mula sakanila kaya mas lalong nangamatis ang mukha ko sa hiya. “Alam ko na Dk palit kayo ni Joshua. Magtatabi sila ni yn” utos ni Boo kay Dk at agad naman tumayo si Dk para makipag palit ng upuan kay Joshua na siya ngayon ang katabi ko.

“Alam mo naman na siguro, Shua?” nakangising tanong ni Boo at nakita ko na lang pag thumbs up ni Shua habang nakangisi na rin.

Shit mukhang may mga binabalak ‘tong mga to sakin

Habang nakikipag-usap ako kay Boo nagulat ako ng biglang lumapit sa tenga ko si Joshua. “Hm Can I rest my arms on your shoulder? I will not force you if you find it uncomfortable” mahinang bulong nito na kinatindig ko

“A-ahh ok lang wala naman sakin yan” mahina kong sagot kaya naman naramdaman ko ang pag-akbay sakin ni Joshua at mas lalo pa akong nagulat nang hinapit niya ang bewang ko palapit sa kanya.

Para na niya akong niyayakap!

Medyo umusog at kinurot si Joshua sa tagiliran. “Huy J-joshua anong ginagawa mo!” hinarap ko siya at hinawakan ang magkabilaang pisngi nito. Huli ko ang pagkagulat ng mga mata niya pero agad rin niya iyong binawi at hinalikan niya ako sa pisngi.

What the hell is happening

Mistulan akong bato dahil nanigas ako sa kinauupuan ko habang si Joshua ay naka ngiti lamang sakin at prenteng naka akbay sakin.

“Putangina mo Shua dumidiskarte ka sa bawal na ha!” rinig kong panunukso ni Dk

Rinig ko ang tawanan nila hanggang sa nawala na ang mga tawa nito at napalitan ng ubong pilit lang. Nagulat ako ng biglang may humatak sakin patayo.

“Wons!”

“Tinext na ako ng pinsan mo, iuuwi na kita.” bakas ang inis dito

“Teka Wons, nagkakasiyahan pa kami rito!” reklamo ni Hoshi

“Oo nga sinabi naman ni yn na ok lang kahit anong oras siya umuwi tsaka ihahatid naman natin siya!”

“Wala rin naman siyang Boyfriend kaya dito muna sana si yn, Wons”

Sumulyap ako sa gawi nila Boo. Hindi naman mukhang gulat sila nagpipigil pa nga ng ngiti at tawa itong si Dk at Boo! Pero nang sumulyap ako kay Shua nakatitig lamang siya sakin?

Hindi hindi, nakatingin siya sa kamay ni Wons na nakahawak nang mariin sakin! Nagtataka ako kasi parang wala siyang emosyon.

Bumaling naman ang mga mata ko kay Wons, na mas lalo pa yatang uminit dahil sa huling sinabi ni Joshua. “Uuwi na kami, next time na lang kayo magkwentuhan.” May diing sabi ni Wons

“Iuwi mo siya sa kanila Pre, hindi sa condo mo.” walang emosyong sinabi ni Joshua at sumulyap sakin

Bigla akong kinabahan dahil tumataas ang tensyon ni Joshua at Wons. Ano bang nangyayari?! Wala akong maintindihan!

“Iuuwi ko na siya.” pagtapos niyang sabihin ito ay agad niya akong hinila palabas ng bar. Tahimik lamang akong nakasunod sa kanya ng bitawan niya ako. Gusto ko sana magsalita pero natatakot ako baka masigawan niya ako.

Nang makarating na kami sa audi niya ay agad niyang binuksan ang kotse at sumakay na ako sa shotgun seat. Hindi ako makatingin sa kanya at makapag salita dahil una ramdam ko pa rin ang inis niya, pangalawa medyo mataas pa rin talaga ang tensyon dito sa sasakyan, at pangatlo baka kapag nagsalita ako magwala siya.

“Yn”

Napalingon ako rito at kinakabahan na sumagot “b-bakit?”

“Umiwas ka kay Joshua.” sagot nito at sinadya nitong i-emphasize pangalan ni Joshua na kinataka ko. Bakit ko naman iiwasan si Joshua? Isa siya sa mga magaan maging kaibigan kahit na kakakilala lang namin ngayon.

Kaya medyo nainis ako kasi wala naman siyang karapatan utusan ako! Kakakilala ko lang din sakanya kanina pero heto siya pinapakita agad ugali niya!

“Sino ka para diktahan ako? Kaibigan ba kita? Kamag-anak ba kita”

Kita ko ang gulat sa kanyang mukha at ang pag diin ng hawak nito sa manibela ng sasakyan. Hindi ito sumagot bagkus ay bigla niya na lamang akong hinapit at hinalikan.

Gulat na gulat ako, hindi rin makagalaw dahil hello! First time kiss ko to. Gusto ko na sana siyang itulak pero parang trinaydor ako ng sarili ko dahil gumaganti na rin ako ng halik. Sa una’y mababaw na halik lamang pero nang gumanti ako ng halik ay biglang naging malalim at mapupusok ang paraan na paghalik sakin ni Wons.

Para akong nalulunod sa mga halik nito, para akong gulaman dahil hindi ko maigalaw ang mga kamay at paa ko. Habang nagpapalitan kami ng mga halik ay hinapit na ako ni Wons at ini-upo sa kandungan nito at inayos. Hindi ko na makilala ang sarili ko dahil nakakaramdam na ako ng init at pamamasa sa baba ko. Halos malagutan na ako ng hininga ng bumaba ang mga halik nito sa sa leeg ko patungo sa dibdib ko.

“A-aahhh” hindi ko na napigilan at napaungol na lamang ako ng ibinaba niya ang dress ko at na-expose na ang dibdib ko.

Napahawak na lang ako ng mahigpit sa backrest ng upuan. Nakakabaliw ang mga halik na binibigay ni Wons. Para akong nawala ulirat ng sumabunot ako sa kanya at mas lalo pa siyang diniin sa dibdib ko.Bigla akong namula ng marinig ang mahina niyang pagtawa.

Tumigal siya tumingin sakin. Inalis ang dalawang kamay ko sa mukha. Halos gusto kong magpakain sa lupa na makitang nagpipigil ng ngiti itong hinayupak sa harap ko. “Come on, you shouldn’t be shy, you are beautiful, your body’s beautiful. And I will not force you to have sex with me, hmm ‘kay?” kahit na mukhang lalapain na ako nito ni Wons ramdam ko ang katotohanan sa mga sinasabi nito.

Bakit, bakit pa titigil kung nasimulan na? Virgin ako pero alam ko yung ganitong bagay no!

“Ang dami mo namang sinasabi”

At sa oras na yon hinayaan mo na kumawala ang dapat kumawala.

“A-ahhh shit! Wag dito Wons, please!” nahihiya kong sabi habang naglalabas-masok ang tatlong daliri nito sa ari ko. Agad naman itong huminto at pinaharurot ang sasakyan sa daan kung saan hindi ako pamilyar. Sa tindi ng tensyon sa pagitan namin ay nakarating agad kami sa isang building. I bet dito siya nakatira.

“Shit bakit parang ang tagal ng elevator na to” naiinis na sabi ni Wons habang mahigpit na nakahawak sa kamay mo. Kaya nang bumukas ito agad ka nitong hinila at tinulak papasok sa isang pintuan.

“Fuck I can’t take this anymore” rinig mong mura nito at winarak ang dress mo. Napasigaw ka dahil bigla ka nitong binuhat at hinalikan. Hindi mo na rin namalayan na nasa kwarto na pala kayo nito dahil tuluyan ka nang nawala sa ulirat dahil pinagpatuloy nito ang naudlot na pag finger sayo sa sasakyan. Lumalakas at hindi mo na rin napigilan ang ungol mo. Wala ka nang pake kung may makakarinig na sa kahalayang ginagawa niyo basta kayo ay nagsasaya sa katawan ng isa’t isa. Matapos ang ilang paglabas-masok ng mga daliri nito sayo ay nilabasan ka at hindi naman ito hinayaan ni Wons na masayang kaya nilinis niya ang tamod na nilabas ng ari mo. Agad na naghubad si Wons sa harap mo kaya nanlaki ang mata mo rito dahil ang laki pala ng tinatagong alaga nito sa jeans niya!

May kung anong sumapi sayo dahil bumangon ka at tinulak mo pahiga sa kama si Wons para siya naman ang paligayahin. Sa sobrang laki ng ari nito ay para kang masusuka dahil umabot na sa ngala-ngala mo ang alaga nito.

Oh my god ang laki-laki naman pala talaga ng alaga nito!

Mas lalo kang ginanahan subuin ito dahil nagsunod-sunod na ang mga ungol ni Wons at ginaguide ka na rin nito. Shit, ganito pala ang lasa nito!

“F-fuck baby, you sucked me so well.” kahit hinihngal ay nagawang sabihin sakin iyon ni Wons

Nagpalit naman na kayo ng pwesto ikaw na ang nakahiga at siya naman ang nakapatong sayo. “And now, let me reciprocate it”

Shit! Ang hot niya!

In a split seconds para kang hahagulgol nang makaramdam ka na parang may napupunit sa ari mo. “W-wons first time ko lang” naiiyak mong sinabi

Hinalikan ka naman nito sa labi atsaka ngumit “Oh shit I didn’t know about it! I'll be gentle baby, I promise”

Gaya nga ng sabi niya dahan-dahan lamang ang paglabas-masok niya pero agad din itong bumilis nang sinasabayan mo na rin ang ritmo nito. Napakagat ka ng labi dahil kita mo sa mukha niya ang sarap sa ginagawang pagwasak sayo.

“Shit, tangina ang sikip mo”

“Tangina baby ang sarap mong kantutin”

Mistulang mga musika sayo ang mga ungol at pagmura nito at mas nawala ka lamang sa ulirat ng halos umangat ka na dahil sa malalim at malakas na pagbarurot ng tite nito sayo. Ilang paglabas-masok pa ay pareho kayong nilabasan. Bumagsak si Wonwoo sa kabila mo at niyakap ka.

“Shit I think I won’t forget this till I die” sabi nito at hinalikan ka sa labi mong lamog na kakalaplap at halik sayo ng lalaking katabi mo.

“I guess they are right”

“City of dreams”

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friendlyneighborhoodcrow · 1 year

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Rainy Days (and Cowboys)

So this is the direct consequence of a post I made earlier. I just think The Spine would love cowboy movies haha! I listened to Rex Marskley rather obsessively while writing this, and I must say, no regrets.

So my dear reader, imagine you are a human who works at the Walter Manor, mayhaps as a housekeeper/caretaker and it’s a rainy day you spend with the automatons, and you watch a cowboy movie with The Spine.

(Also, I totally made up a cowboy movie although I’ve seen dozens~~)

(Also, Also, its late and I didn't edit this super well so my apologies for any huge spelling mistakes or grammar issues, I just really wanted to post this)

Human Gender Neutral!Reader (Who has the nickname “Sparks”) who enjoys Western movies

Relationships: The Spine x reader

Warnings:

None really

Dark room?

A smidge of mutual pinning

It’s just really fluffy guys

The rain had been pounding against the manor for nearly the whole day. The clouds were a deep gray and the only light came from rapid flashes of bright spider-webbed lightning. Inside the manor, the pounding of footsteps echoed like the rain. Every occupant of the manor was confined to the house and forbidden from taking a single step outside during the storm. You had spent most of the day trying to keep the automatons busy, but with spotty wifi and flickering power, it proved more difficult than anything.

Board games had been a wonderful idea, and you had spent a couple of hours playing different games with Rabbit, Zer0, and The Spine. During a game of chess, Rabbit decided that they were indeed boring and that chess around the house, without rules was much more entertaining. She had leapt from her seat in the media room and ran out calling for everyone to follow. So there you were, trying to chase Rabbit through a hall. Her newly invented game had held everyone's attention for the past half hour or so, and she showed no sign of slowing down. Rabbit abruptly turned down another hall and suddenly collided with The Spine yelling “Checkmate!”

You gasped and hurried forward to ensure the both of them were alright. Rabbit looked to be perfectly fine as she began to bounce through the Manor once more but Spine was leaning against the wall looking slightly dazed. The closer you got, the clearer it was that he might require some attention. His arm hung unusually at his side and you began to worry the whole limb had been knocked loose somehow. As you reached him, his metallic face dawned a smile.

“Howdy, Sparks! How are you?” He said, his tone was light and he seemed to perk up as you approached. You couldn't help but laugh at the nickname and his good-natured greeting, “The real question is how are you?” You exclaimed, gesturing to his arm. He looked down as though just realizing that something had gone wrong.

“Well,” he began as he attempted to move it but his relaxed face faltered as his arm seemed to stutter in its movements, “I think I would consider myself a little worse for the wear.” He frowned slightly as his left arm failed to comply with him.

“Well let's take you down to the lab and we’ll have a closer look.” You announced. The Spine shifted his weight, so he was no longer leaning against the wall, he managed to raise his right arm but his left refused to move in the same automated way, instead, it twitched at his side while his right gestured down the hall you came from. “Lead the way then!”

The route to the lab was long and elaborate, like much of the house, you observed. The lights flickered above you as you passed. Their glow could be ominous at the best of times but paired with their flickering and the heavy metal steps close behind you, it could be described as terror-inducing. However, you felt no fear. The curves of the hall were familiar to you and your automaton companion provided a sense of comfort as you both weaved your way through the old manor.

Uncountable twists and turns and one flight of stairs later, you reached the entrance to the lab. The room itself was large and sterile, though clean wasn’t exactly a word you would use to describe it. There were stacks of paper, tools, and scrap metal everywhere. The clutter was both new and old, it seemed that nothing was ever really thrown out, just moved around. Generations of Walters and their employees had used this room, and you suspected the trend would continue for many years to come. The Spine moved toward a medical table and took a seat, jarring you from your wonderment over the room.

Following him, you gathered various repair tools onto a cart and rolled it towards The Spine, who was attempting to remove his shirt revealing metal plate after plate. It was clear that he was struggling with his malfunctioning arm, so you helped pull his sleeve down so you could assess the damage.

“Well, it doesn’t look too bad,” You began, “How does it feel?” His arm seemed to hang loose from where it should attach to his shoulder as though the bolts had managed to come loose. “It doesn’t hurt, but I wouldn’t describe it as pleasant, Sparks.” he sighed while looking over his arm.

“We will see what we can do to help then!” With an optimistic note, you grabbed a wrench from the cart and moved to his arm to see what could be done. As you began to work you let your mind wander.

The Spine had always been nice to you, but you found that recently, you both seemed to become closer, you could not place your finger on the reason or cause but it seemed that he would seek you out to spend more time with you. You could not ignore the fact you truly enjoyed his company and may have developed a small crush on the automaton in question. He listened to you and in turn, you listened to him as he would talk about dinosaurs or songwriting, the sound of his voice was melodious and one could become lost in its sound throughout one conversation.

“Sparks?” The Spine questioned much to your shock, “Are you alright?”

Jumping back, you looked at his face and saw that he wore a concerned look, his eyes met yours and both your metaphorical and his literal gears turned in thought. Looking over his arm, it seemed to no longer hang loose and the longer you stared the more aware you became of the cramping in your hands. “Oh, well, I’m fine!” you began, almost too quickly, “And how are you, I mean your arm, more specifically?”

Slowly, The spine raised his silver-coloured arm and found very little resistance, he smiled and turned to face you once more, “It seems to feel much better, thank you, Sparks!”

“I’m glad I could help, though suppose we should go find Rabbit before we all end up in here again today.” You sighed as you thought about the possibility of another messy collision.

“You look like you could use some rest Sparks, humans are supposed to get at least 8 hours of sleep and-”

You cut The Spine off with a chuckle and stated, “I’ve had enough sleep but this day has been a little stressful if I am entirely honest.” The Spine raised a brow as he looked at you before opening his mouth to speak but then abruptly closing it. With a sigh, he prepared to speak once more. “I think so relaxation is in order, how do you feel about watching a movie?” The Spine asked with a hopeful air as you thought over his words.

“You know what, that sounds like a great idea, besides, if Zer0 and Rabbit need me, they’ll come to get me!” you rationalized both to the silver automaton in front of you and yourself. The Spine clapped his hands together, looking rather pleased that his left functioned properly during the action and quickly got up to accompany you to the media room once more.

Another trip through the maze-like manor led you to the empty media room where bored games were still left scattered, books were left on side tables and opened on chairs, and video game cases were laid all over the coffee table opposite the TV. You sighed deeply as you looked over the mess and your fingers twitched to begin cleaning on a reflex. However, The Spine seemed to ignore the disaster and strolled to the movie cabinet and began looking through the many boxes.

“What would you like to watch?” The Spine said as he thoughtfully ran his finger over title after title.

“Hmm, good question,” you began, stepping over a brachiosaurus that lay forgotten on the floor, you joined The Spine in the hunt for a movie. Your eyes scanned the shelves, and you stuck out the corner of your tongue as you leaned in close to see the more obscure titles, you stopped abruptly when you saw it.

A plastic DVD container stood in the corner of the shelf with the tell-tail emblem of Sheriff John McColt, it’s blue cover seemed to shine as you gazed upon it and with careful movements, you took the case from the shelf and held it up to The Spine as though it were made of gold. “Look!” You whispered with reverence, “Thieves of The West!”

The Spine raised his brow but cracked a smile as he took in your awed visage. “Have you picked a movie then?” His voice was soft but held the baritone cadence you had grown to admire, you nodded your head and quickly turned to the DVD player to put the disc on the tray. As you clicked it out of its case, you blew gently on the disc and allowed the machine to take it away.

Turning to face the antique couch, you found The Spine observing you closely, “Was the disc dusty?” He asked with a slight hesitancy as though afraid that the movie would not play. You chuckled and told him it was for good luck which only seemed to further his confusion, but it seemed to wash away as you dropped onto the aging couch beside him. You turned to him and excitedly told him that you loved this movie before asking if he had seen it. He shook his head and your face split into a brilliant smile. “You’ll love it!” You said quickly before turning back to the TV and turning up the volume and then, pressing play.

You were nearly 30 minutes into the film and The Spine seemed to be on the edge of his seat as he watched McColt slowly reach for his pistol as the bandit grabbed hold of Lucy, Sherif McColt’s love interest. Since the opening scene, he had barely looked away from the screen and you could barely seem to look away from him. A sense of wonder infected his whole being as he watched McColt on the screen and you couldn’t help but laugh, “So are you enjoying it?”

“It’s amazing, Sparks!”

“Say, I’ve been meaning to ask, why do you always call me Sparks?” The question seemed to tumble from your lips and the hissing of steam could be heard as he reluctantly pulled his green eyes away from the screen to stare into yours.

“Well, I- I-, You see-” He began and you started to worry as it was so rare for him to stutter. He looked away once more but when the hissing of steam quieted he met your gaze and with a gentle voice said, “Because you add a certain spark to my life, something I thought had been missing for a while.”

Your mouth dropped into the shape of an “o” as his words sunk in but slowly you began to smile and so did he.

Forgotten on the TV, John McColt was joined by Lucy on the screen and they embraced one another while you leaned closer to The Spine and he copied your actions. His smile was almost timid, which was a look that did not often cross his handsome features. As you gazed into his eyes the crashing of thunder interrupted and the room went dark.

The blackness enveloped you both and you sat silently for a moment processing what had happened when you heard a nervous voice call out from the hall. “Hey guys, I think the power is out!” The crashing of metal could be heard as Zer0 must have tumbled over something and The Spine let out a small chuckle followed by a laugh, you found yourself in the same predicament. In the dark, you leaned close to The Spine, the both of you laughing as you agreed to watch more Westerns together.

“What are they doing, Zer0?”

“I don’t know! They just started laughing!” “Jeez, and everyone thinks I’m looney!”

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PLUS ONE

》 A TRESE TWOSHOT 《

[Maliksi x Reader]

📝 Summary: In which your beloved best friend snatches you from your apartment at dawn asking you to be his plus one for his cousin's wedding. Unbeknownst to the clueless you, everything is just going according to Maliksi's ultimate masterplan. With the help of friends and family, the Prince of the Tikbalang finally gets the girl he's been longing for. And oh, Señor Armanaz gets his dream daughter-in-law and the promise of grandchildren within the year.

📌 Warning: May contain some slight NSFW for spicy suggestiveness and cussing. No smut or anything super SPG—this girl can't write that for her life—but just be prepared. It's Maliksi we're talking about. We've got friends-to-lovers, obliviousness, pining, fluff, and a tikbalang simp. Figure it out. 😃

(word count: 7,454) ♥︎ Part Two: ?

》 AUTHOR'S NOTE 《

Not an Inday spinoff, but a lengthy oneshot in celebration of this blog getting 90 followers. Just ten more to 100, yay! Thank you so much for the love and support, everyone. I also promised that I'll be making this brainrot that @binibiningbabaylan and I have fangirled over a few days ago (find the original post here) when I finished the latest chapter of Inday. Here it is! 🥰

Before I forget, I was also inspired by the cute fic made by @crispybasil titled "Sunshowers" and the "Trese Boys As Things My Guy Friends Do" made by the amazing @smolla-than-a-bug (I bow down to your wonderful works in the Trese fandom). I definitely see Maliksi to be the type to go on spontaneous roadtrips and be the boyfriend to drive you around eveeeerywhere (while also driving you crazy). 🚘

There are also some songs mentioned throughout this work. You should probably listen to them while reading for the full experience. Ending was somewhat rushed but eh, I'm too exhausted and I've rewritten it too many times. Also, if someone makes some actual tikbalang smut, tag me please. Anyways, enjoy! 💕

The way it all started was hilarious. Absolutely fucking hilarious. It happened like a blur. Literally. One second, you were snoozing in your bed. The next? You had a seatbelt on in the shotgun seat of a sophisticated-looking car. Your brain didn't even get to process it yet.

"... So let me get this straight," you grumbled, still half-asleep from your sleep marathon. You just finished a hugely successful project at work yesterday, got promoted, and wanted to make up for the restless nights you spent overtime in the office. Of course you were irritated from being disturbed. You were on vacation leave for two entire weeks, originally planning to go into temporary isolation by deactivating your social media accounts and reserving a beach cabana for yourself in Batangas.

Well, turns out, you weren't going to Batangas anytime soon. All because your unreasonably spontaneous bestfriend of ten hectic years stole you from your apartment at 2AM. Was this considered kidnapping? Was this him just being more in touch with his tikbalang side, taking unsuspecting women in their sleep and leading them to their inevitable death? (He was going over the speed limit, so it was a valid thought.) Will wearing your shirt inside-out save you today? Lord, masyado ka pang pagod para mag-isip ngayon.

"Go on."

"You abducted picked me up in the middle of the night because you want me to be your plus one at your cousin's wedding in Tagaytay?"

"Yup. And technically, the venue is right on the outskirts of Cavite going to Tagaytay," he corrected you as a matter-of-factly.

"Same thing, whatever," you huffed tiredly. "Your cousin's wedding is at 6AM today. In a few hours. In four hours."

"Uh-huh."

You groaned exasperatedly, "Mal naman, eh! You didn't even let me bring anything. Could've at least given me a heads-up a few hours ago. I'm practically emptyhanded right now save for my phone! Sinungaling ka, you said this was just a normal midnight drive—not a freaking wedding!"

The Prinsipe ng Mga Tikbalang, son of the Great Stallion, heir to the Armanaz herd, and the Top Drag Racer of C-5 Expressway—if that was even one of his Game of Thrones-like titles—grinned as he continued driving beside you. He let you continue ranting in the passenger seat while he mulled over his ultimate masterplan that would change his entire life later on. He was a spur-of-the-moment kind of guy, so all this wasn't his thing. But for you? He'll make plans, alright.

"Wala man lang akong dinalang masusuot o kahit konting makeup para maging presentable sa harapan ng buong pamilya mo," you exclaimed, in absolute despair. "Do you know how out of my league you are? Your rich-ass family might judge me—hell, your dad might see me as a hampaslupa if I show up there in my pambahay and tsinelas!"

"Psh, I'm not out of your league," Maliksi waved it off, smoothly turning a corner. "And calm down. We've known each other for a decade! My dad practically loves you as his own daughter. Heck, the entire family knows you and keeps telling me they want you adopted in already. Lolo Andres and Lola Perlita said they'd have the paperwork settled. You just need to sign them."

It would be even better (and easier) if you married into the family. To him, specifically (as if he'd let anyone else have you). God, he was already being so obvious in his advances, but you were just so damn oblivious whenever it came to romance. None of this needed to happen if you just got it through your thick skull that he was madly in love with you.

"That's not the point, idiot!" you slumped back into your seat, hopeless. "Do you think the bride and the groom will get offended? Shit, baka masumpaan ako kung magagalit sila, Mal. Mukha akong patay galing sa South Cemetery."

The long-haired tikbalang rolled his eyes, "Huwag kang mag-alala. Nothing's going to go wrong. Chill ka lang diyan. I've got everything under control, babe."

Babe. Yes, he even called you babe but you thought it was him being a himbo and a massive flirt. Now, it was his common term of endearment for you, but you still assumed it was him just being irksome to you and that you couldn't stop the man from saying it anymore. Thus, you let it be (the most obvious hint of his attraction to you, bestie).

"... Ugh, why didn't you ask Hannah or Amie to go with you?"

He just smiled knowingly, shrugging and making up an excuse, "Nagmamadali ako, eh. Hannah and Amie are also coming, but they already have the other tikbalang as dates."

"'Luh, ako pala ang backup choice mo?"

"Heh. Whatever you want to think."

Little did you know that you were always his first choice. Always. Even when he pursued Alexandra Trese many years ago, trying to convince himself you were just his best friend, it was always you. How did he come to that realization? Well, an international band he was a fan of released a song a couple years ago and he heard it being played in a club in BGC. The song title?

It Was Always You by Maroon 5.

Needless to say, after hearing the song and being unable to get it—get you—out of his mind at night, he stopped courting Alexandra. Unfortunately for him, that time, you'd started dating other men. Therefore, he was left on the sidelines... until your latest and most painful breakup, at least. That was five years ago. You still hadn't dated anyone since then, kind of traumatized from getting into another failed relationship like that.

In the present day, as if the fates were playing on you two, one of your favorite artists played on the radio. A very ironic song given the situation you two were in.

Best Friend by Rex Orange County.

Maliksi knew it was a favorite of yours. He knew it by the way your eyes lit up like a star brightening the twinkling night sky. Like the sun first rising in the morning at Apolaki's command. Like the moon extending its gentle rays from the magic of Mayari herself. If there was anything he wanted to ask of the old gods, it was you—everything else be damned.

"I wanna be the one that makes your day, the one you think about as you lie awake," you half-sang and half-screamed happily, somewhat out-of-tune. "I can't wait to be your number oooooone! I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine—"

Maliksi glanced at you, not minding that his eardrums were probably getting microscopic ruptures from your aggressive singing. As much as he wanted to stare at you all day, he had to keep his eyes on the road. But the lyrics you were singing were wrong; the Prince of the Tikbalang was already yours from day one.

"Babe, McDo drive-through tayo for breakfast. Let me make it up to you. Gusto mo ng caramel sundae for your promotion gift? Sige. Ako bahala. Chicken nuggets din? Mabubusog ka ba niyan? I don't think they serve those this early..."

》》》

"Sandali lang!" you shouted out from inside an empty room. You'd just arrived at the venue—the Alta Veranda de Tibig in Silang, Cavite (practically the gateway to Tagaytay)—an hour or so ago. The hired makeup artist just left so that you could privately change into the outfit that had been bought specifically for you. Curse Mal and his ability to buy anything (perhaps anyone) he wanted. "Bwiset, Mal, you didn't tell me we'd be part of the damn entourage. We have to be walking the aisle in thirty minutes, simbako! You just love rushing me, don't you!?"

If only you were the one walking down the aisle today towards him.

When you exited the room, Maliksi couldn't help but let his jaw drop as he skimmed your figure, clad in the luxurious, silky satin blush midi dress he bought in one of those fancy stores in Makati yesterday. He imagined that it would look great on you, but now, seeing it on you in person... you looked divine (and frankly, he wanted to see it off your body to see what was underneath—but don't get too ahead of yourself, Mal). It was a whole 'nother level from his imagination. The deep cowl neckline and thin spaghetti straps showed your lovely collarbones... as well as a peek of your cleavage. His favorite and the best part of it all? It was backless, allowing him to gaze at the tempting curve of your spine.

He hadn't realized he had grown silent until you smiled and closed his mouth, tapping his chin.

"Lalangawin ang bibig mo, Mal," you laughed softly. Never had you seen him so speechless. You then flicked your hair back, ridiculously posing for him like you were on the cover of Vogue magazine (haba ng hair mo, gurl!). "Do I look that good? Char lang."

"... You look absolutely ravishing—I mean, uh, stunning. Hot. Yeah." That was all he could say. He mentally punched himself for not showering you with more suave compliments.

Still, your face brightened up, not knowing that the man in front of you just fell for you a thousand times harder, "Wow! Really? Damn. Ang galing talaga ng MUA na kinuha mo, ginawa akong artista. Give me their contact number later! May work event pa naman ako in two months. I'm shocked, it's like they made me rise from the dead! Even my eyebags are gone, Mal! How'd they do that?" Heck yeah, your confidence was boosted. He offered his arm to you like a gentleman, making you half-heartedly roll your eyes (you took it anyway). From holding it alone, you could tell that your best friend was a sinewy man (well, you knew that already after seeing his tikbalang form before—the little shit didn't even wear a loincloth like all his clanmates; your poor eyes were eternally scarred).

You looked him up and down. You wouldn't lie—Maliksi is and always has been an attractive man. Now? With his hair in a ponytail (pun not intended), definitely one of the hunkiest men you've ever known. "You're not looking too bad yourself, horsey."

"Ako pa!" He puffed his chest out in pride. You chuckled at his reaction.

"By the way, how do you even know my dress size and my shoe size?"

"Babe, I've known you too long. You know almost everything about me, I know everything about you."

You snorted at his confident tone, "'Di nga? You don't know every single thing about me, Mal. Assuming ka masyado."

"Alam ko nga anong cup size mo. Wala lang 'yang shoe and dress size."

You slapped his shoulder, cheeks quickly flushing red, "Huy, umayos ka! Walang hiyang tikbalang na 'to." With this guy as your best friend? You heard dirty jokes at least once a day. "Don't be inappropriate here!"

"What? It's only fair I know!" He looked down on you suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. "You already know I always go commando, so of course I know that your bra is a size—"

"Shhh! Baka marinig ka, 'nyeta."

"So? Let them hear. My best friend has a nice set of melons!" he shouted. You were grateful there was no one around. Hopefully.

"Oh my God..."

Your best friend chortled at how flustered you'd become. He led you to where some of his family was waiting, with a couple of his relatives already greeting you. You instantly and quite easily mingled with them, your worries of them not accepting you far from even true (they all knew how much their prince loved the innocent you).

"Kayo na talaga, pare?" one of his older tikbalang clanmates asked while you went away to be fawned over by his aunts.

Maliksi chuckled, crossing his arms as he watched you from afar, "Heh. Hindi pa."

Another one of his clanmates—a younger one—laughed, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, "Talaga? That's cap, bro. You two are like a married couple already and you guys still aren't a thing?"

"Ilang taon na ba kayong magkakaibigan?" the older one asked him.

"Almost ten years," Maliksi responded, a smile unconsciously pulling his lips up as he remembered your moments together. He watched you converse with his female relatives (who adored you the moment Maliksi brought you to a family event many moons ago).

The two tikbalang snickered as they saw the look on the Great Stallion's heir.

"You're down bad," the younger one said, snapping a photo of his lovestruck kuya. "You've got it so bad for her, dudeparechong!"

"Balak mong ligawan anytime soon?" the older tikbalang inquired.

"Heh. Balak ko na ngang pakasalan. Kung pwede, ngayon."

They looked at Maliksi as if he was crazy. He was very much serious, though, even if there was a huge, lopsided smile on his face. The Prince of the Tikbalang raised a brow at them.

"What? Don't give me that look. Our ten years of being best friends is practically the courting and the dating stage already."

"Eh... you're right. Don't waste anymore time. Go and marry her today, dude. Suporta kami sa'yo, basta groomsmen kami sa kasal niyo, ha!"

"Ge. Without question."

Meanwhile, on your end with the ladies of the family, they started pestering you on your love life (like all typical Filipino aunties). Chismis everywhere.

"O, iha, single ka pa ba?"

"Kailan ka magpapakasal? Malapit ka nang pumasok sa thirties mo."

"Do you want kids? How many?"

"Are you and Maliksi a couple? You look good together! Kayo na, 'di ba?"

"Will you be getting married next? Are you engaged? When's the wedding? Invite niyo kami!"

Before you could get overwhelmed by their questions, Maliksi swept you off your feet to lead you to the entourage that was lining up outside the chapel area. Again, it happened like a blur. He laughed at the partially nauseated look on your face.

"You okay there?" he asked, grinning.

"Your family thinks we're together," you muttered quietly, not meeting his eyes. You weren't sure why you felt... tingly about their statements.

He tilted his head at you curiously, gently setting you down on your feet and helping you stand.

"Do you hate the idea?" It hurt him to ask you the question, but he wanted your thoughts on it. Perhaps doing this was a bad idea. Maliksi was competitive in many things, including wanting you to be his, but if you were so opposed to it, he would never force you into something you didn't want. He let go of your hand; you didn't even notice he'd been holding it until he let go. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Your wide-eyed gaze snapped back to look up at him, "No! No, it's not that! And... it's not bad." Your hand felt strangely empty now that his was gone. Biting your lip, you disclosed, "You're not making me uncomfortable, Mal. Don't ever think that."

With that, you shyly interlocked your arm with his, tearing your eyes from his to mask the growing warmth you felt spreading in your veins. You two didn't say anything else when the ushers let you walk down the beautiful, petal-covered aisle together.

The man beside you was starstruck. Hopeful. Maybe both of you did have a chance. Maybe somewhere in the depths of your soul, his feelings for you were being reciprocated. For the rest of the sacred ceremony in the gorgeous main pavilion, both of you relished in short, comfortable, and low conversations. He even cracked jokes every once in a while—really funny ones that made it challenging for you to you stifle your laughter.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Maliksi fervently prayed to Bathala that he'd experience the same opportunity he was seeing with you someday. One day.

Even while the sun was brightly out, the sky began showering down light rain onto the land. You were in awe as you looked out the window.

"Hala, totoo nga pala! Tignan mo!" you laughed, tugging Maliksi's suit sleeve, pointing at the window.

"Na ano?" he curiously inquired, not understanding what you were referring to.

"Na kapag may tikbalang na kinakasal, umuulan habang may araw pa," you replied, eyes filled with childlike mirth and wonder. A rainbow had even begun to form by the clouds. "Look, it's magical! Ang ganda pala ng view dito kasama ang old Spanish architecture. Timeless na timeless. It's so pretty, 'no? Picture tayo 'maya, Mal."

Unlike you, it wasn't the sky outside that the prince was looking at. Amidst the loud cheers for the newlywed couple and the bubbles the guests were blowing, his vision could only focus on how magnificent you looked while being amazed. You were his best view. (Ed from 90-Day Fiancé, kabahan ka na, may katapat ka sa pickup line mo.)

》》》

"Smile for the picture!"

You giggled as Maliksi was dragged into a photo-op with the bridesmaids and the important older wedding sponsors a few feet away (funnily, he looked a little constipated around them). All of a sudden, when he was heading back to your direction, you were roughly pushed into the said man's arms. When you turned around, there was nothing (except maybe a gust of wind that came out of nowhere).

"Ooh, gotcha. Careful," the tikbalang steadied you, strong hands holding your biceps. "Natapilok ka?"

"... Huh, hindi naman," you wondered suspiciously, looking around. "I think someone pushed me? Parang tinulak ako... but wala namang tao."

"Weird. Maybe it was just the wind."

It actually was. Really. Maliksi knew for a fact that it was those two taong hangin who were spying on you from the corner, trying to pair you up. He gave them a thumbs-up while your back was turned in the opposite direction. Hannah and Amie returned the thumbs-up before vanishing. Suddenly, the two wedding photographers had moved on from the bridesmaids and were right beside you.

"What a lovely couple you two are!" she praised. Before you could correct her, she held up the black contraption she held towards you two. "Pose for the camera, lovelies!"

And so you did, the photographer guiding you two on what to do. Maliksi wrapped his arm around your waist and you leaned on his side, looking sidewards to the camera with one leg cocked in front of the other. Her assistant, who was holding a polaroid camera, printed out two photos for you.

"Thank you," you told him, taking the photos from his hands then flicking them rapidly to make the images develop. You and Mal were about to walk to the reception area when the photographer stopped you, handing the male beside you a business card.

"If you two need a photographer or a videographer for your wedding, call me," she signaled to both of you before running to another guest, bringing her assistant with her.

You gawked, "Mal, did you just hear what she said?"

"Loud and clear." A grin was on his face. He seemed very pleased at what he heard.

"... How can she even tell if someone is married or not?"

Maliksi's free hand took your left hand, tapping the ring finger, "Nothing here."

"Ooooooh. I get it now." Your brows creased. "Huh. This is like the fifth time today the people here have mistaken us for a couple."

Maliksi shrugged, teasing you, "Who knows? Baka may potential tayo, babe."

Before you could ask him what he meant, he was hurriedly towing you to the reception venue. While he was doing that, you stared at the now-developed polaroid photos you were holding. Huh. Maybe you two did look like a couple.

"Come on, they're serving some snacks at the welcome reception area. Peach pie and mango float-flavored. Paborito mo, babe."

》》》

The rest of the night went by without a hitch. You were actually enjoying the event—the host was great, the food was great, the music was great. Everything was great... that was, until the games.

"Alright! Now that the bride's garter has been removed, let's have the bouquet and garter toss... starting with the females!" the host announced. "Dear bride, please stay here in front. And all single ladies—and by single I mean ready to mingle and are not married—please rise and stand here on the dance floor. Let's play matchmaker tonight, everyone!"

"Uy, single ladies daw," Maliksi nudged your side. "Sign mo na 'yan." You snorted like a pig.

"Nope, ayokong madamay sa bouquet toss," you whisper-yelled at your best friend. "Do you know how embarrassing that is?! Besides, they won't notice if I don't join! Special tactic ko 'yan sa weddings: pretending I'm not single. Katabi naman kita."

More women came to the front, making you feel assured that you didn't need to participate. The host was about to say something, when the bride interrupted to whisper something into his ear.

"Hala, halaaa! Sabi ko all single ladies, pero may isang single lady na nagtatago pa!" he announced, making you freeze. Please don't let it be you. "What's her name, beloved bride?"

"Y/N L/N." You nearly spat out your champagne. You? Did they just call out your name? How did they know?

"Oh fuck," you cursed quietly.

"'Di ka makakatakas dito, babe," Maliksi jabbed, making you stand up. "Tinatawag ka na."

"Baka may ibang Y/N L/N dito," you resisted, attempting to sit back down. "I can't do this, Mal."

"'Sus, ikaw pa. And it's just a symbolic ceremony!" he encouraged, as if he didn't have any underlying intentions. "I doubt the bouquet will go to you anyway."

Sheesh, what a big fat liar you are, tikbalang prince.

You expressed your dissatisfaction with the situation, "Bwiset, fine. I'll just... dodge it. Or evade it. God, I swear..." You calmed down, confident. "I'm not going to worry. I've never caught the bouquet at my own friends' weddings anyway."

When you were at the dance floor, Maliksi snickered, seeing the bride—his cousin—wink at him. After all, he had thoroughly bribed her earlier.

《《《

"It's about time you settled down with someone, Mal," the bride commented while he slipped her the newest Hermés designer bag filled with a bunch of jewelry (plus some bills) two hours ago, right before the reception began and while you were in the restroom freshening up. "Hehehe, this is why you're my favorite cousin."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Of course. I'll make sure she participates. I'll also try to throw it in her direction."

"Good. Thanks."

"You better invite me to your beach wedding. I can tell how much you love her."

"Not a problem. I'll even make you a sponsor."

The bride stared at her bouquet, already practicing how she was going to throw it, "Tito's going to thank me so much for ensuring that he's going to get grandkids soon, hihi."

》》》

Back to the present, on the other end of the room, Maliksi saw a familiar duo give him a sign that they were ready. Bingo. Time to execute the most important part of his plan.

《《《

"I don't care how you do it," he told the two wind elementals after he bribed the bride. "I've already instructed the bride on what she should do, pero siguraduhin niyo lang talagang lumipad sa kanya ang bouquet."

"Mmhmm," Amie flipped her hair, a hand on her cocked hip. "And what do we get in return, oh great Señorito Armanaz?"

"Sagot ko bar-hopping niyo for one month."

The two girls pretended to think about it, making Maliksi roll his eyes. He had to pull out the big guns, huh?

"Fine. Magbibigay ako ng cash deposit plus pwede niyong gamitin ang black card ko for a one-week shopping spree in Ortigas." There. Bullseye. That's what they liked.

"Deal!" they exclaimed excitedly.

Hannah let a cool gust of wind enter one of the nearby windows, testing out how they're going to do this. "Ano pa bang pinaplano mo for Y/N mamaya?"

Maliksi hummed, "Basta."

》》》

You tried your best to hide within the densest part of the group of women. The bride seemed to have her eyes on you, weirdly enough, and she looked almost feral wanting to throw her flowers into someone's face.

That someone being you. Most likely.

"Target locked on," you saw her mouth move. She positioned herself like she was about to throw a football at someone (ahem, you). Holy shit, was she talking to you? Miss ma'am, it was a bouquet toss not a bouquet throw. The bride seemed to notice this, and once more regained her elegant composure.

"3, 2, 1," the host counted down. "Go!"

Surprisingly, the bouquet flew very high into the air (it was a wonder it didn't get tangled in the ceiling decor), but quite a distance away from you. You grinned, knowing it was too far to even touch you. Squeezing through the crowd of women eagerly awaiting the bouquet, you went to return to your assigned table.

Ah, what a wonderful evening.

Sike!

Something painfully landed right into your face, leaves and flowers getting into your hair and mouth.

... Wait, leaves and flowers?

Before you could comprehend it, the bouquet dropped right into your arms. What kind of ungodly, inhuman force allowed this to even happen?

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our lucky girl for the night!" Everyone clapped, with some—those guests you knew—even cheering your name unbelievably loud. The host approached you, a glint in his eye which you couldn't understand. "Miss Y/N, kindly sit here while we await the lucky guy who catches the garter from the groom."

What just happened?

"All single gentlemen, please proceed to the dance floor. Remember, the man who gets the garter gets to slip it onto the lucky lady's leg later!"

Oh, God. You pinched the bridge of your nose. What you'd give to be back at home or to be in that resort in Batangas you'd planned on going to for a solo vacation.

"To make this even more exciting," the host stated, handing you a black blindfold. "Our lucky lady has to keep her eyes closed until her lucky man for the night captures the bride's garter! When the music plays, only then can she uncover her eyes."

See? Humiliating, just as you expected. Still, you wrapped the blindfold around your head (albeit hesitantly). You attempted to guess who it might be, thinking of all the tikbalang friends Maliksi had introduced to you back then whenever he invited you to his clan reunions.

"Groom, are you ready?" the host asked, microphone loud and clear.

"Ready na ready!"

"Single gentlemen, are you ready?!"

"Ready na ready! Awoo, awoo!" they loudly chorused, exactly mimicking Spartans about to engage in battle. You sweatdropped in the seat you were in. This was actually kind of scary. Maybe you felt a bit objectified.

"3, 2, 1, go!"

There was a brief moment of silence, which made you concerned. Ba't ang tahimik? Then, everyone erupted into roars and bravoes much louder than when you caught the bouquet—perhaps even louder by tenfold. What the heck was happening?!

The music played. Very raunchy, spicy, babymaking music. You expected it to be the typical Careless Whisper by George Michael or Pony by Ginuwine (corny songs which you could probably laugh at, at least), but no. Nuh-uh, this was probably worse. The DJ must be pretty young, the song of their choosing being a slowed, bass-boosted, sexier remix of Earned It by the Weeknd.

Ano 'to, bold? Fifty Shades of Grey? The hell was this?

Alright. This was embarrassing. Thank the heavens there were no children at this party. From the music alone and its implications, this was strictly for adults.

You removed your blindfold (that was okay now, right?) as the guests whistled playfully. You peeked one eye open reluctantly, then inwardly groaned. Oh, no. You should've expected it to be him of all people from how loud the reactions were. And all those yells from the crowd were from his family.

Son of a—

"Well, this has proven to be a very interesting arrangement!" the host proclaimed. "Our lucky man for tonight is none other than our great clan leader's heir, Maliksi Armanaz! Congratulations, sir! You get to slip the lacey little garter on Miss Y/N!"

The said very smug tikbalang stood a few feet away from the chair you were sitting on, smirking at you. His hair was no longer in that mesmerizing ponytail—instead, he'd tied it into a more sinfully attractive man-bun, loose strands framing his face and accentuating that sharp, angled jaw of his (say yes and thank you to Manny Jacinto's jawline, besties).

"Let's cheer him on in his new mission, everybody!" the host pushed. Was this that glint in his eye earlier? And was that a one thousand peso bill sticking out of his pocket?

The groomsmen, Mal's cousins and uncles whom you've met before, hollered words of encouragement to the tall man (who was, oddly enough, not one bit fazed). In fact, Maliksi seemed like he was famished as he stared you down.

You swallowed, feeling like you were going to get eaten (heh, say that again). Maliksi had shrugged off his dark suit blazer to the beat of the song (holy fuck, he also unclasped the suspenders attached to his pants right before your eyes—asdfghjkl). Were you prepared for this? No. Will you ever be prepared? No!

"Mr. Armanaz, before you begin," the host interrupted. "We have an additional challenge for you in this mission. Kaya mo ba? It was a request of the newlywed couple."

"What is it?"

"Use your teeth!" the bride and the groom cheerfully shouted, clapping with the other guests. Whatdidtheysaaaaay???

The cocky bastard didn't even hesitate, his smirk at you growing wider; those pearly whites of his on full display. Was it just you or were his canines a little sharper than usual?

"Anything for the newlyweds. Challenge accepted," he dashingly replied, winking at you. You sputtered indignantly. Pisteng yawa. Putangina. Putek. Pakshet. You swore you thought of every swear word in the book at that moment. What did that YouTube parody song about Filipino mythological creatures say again? About the tikbalang? Ah, yes. Half-macho dancer and half-stallion. Maybe the joke was true, especially when you saw what Maliksi did next.

He bit the shred of lace, loosening his necktie (bestie, you good there?), unbuttoning some top buttons, and rolling up the sleeves of his collared white undershirt up to his elbows (consequently showing off his toned, veiny forearms—those lucky bridesmaids behind him nearly fainted). Honestly, you felt like you were about to lose your mind from embarrassment. With how tantalizing your guy best friend was being? Let our response be: San Pedro, kunin mo na ako. Was he doing all this to tease you? To rile you up?

Because damn it all, it was working. In your ten years of knowing Maliksi Armanaz, withstanding all his daily dirty jokes and flirtatious attempts, never had you seen him like this. So... wolfish. Ravenous. Like he was a man that hadn't been fed in years.

He stalked closer towards you, falling to his knees in front of your legs. Your gown had a long slit that extended up to an inch or two below where your left leg began—your best friend was eyeing his target already, knowing where to place the garter. Normally, you would never even wear something as revealing as this gown. It just wasn't your type, but Maliksi was the one who bought this for you for this specific occasion, so you had no choice. It was this or your pantulog he stole you in just hours ago. At first, you were confident in the gown. Now? You felt too... naked.

Somehow, in the heat of it all, you'd muted out the noise of the venue. Maliksi teasingly lifted your foot up, fingertips slyly grazing the thin shoe straps around your left foot—his calculated touch leaving fire in its trail. Once the garter had been successfuly inserted past your high-heeled stilettos, the man kneeling in front of you kept his hands to himself. Despite the fact that now there was absolutely zero skin-to-skin contact between you and this man, your body felt hotter than it ever was before as he expertly slid the lacy bit of cloth up your ankle at an agonizingly slow pace.

Maliksi's warm eyes had turned dark, his pupils blown, a tinge of red in them—of his true beast—while he maintained striking eye contact with you, pulling the garter up your calf with his teeth. Smoothly tugging... tugging... tugging. Tangina, it was like he was undressing you with his eyes alone; like he was telepathically telling you to keep your eyes open.

To keep your eyes on him, where he was knelt inbetween your legs, his hands intentionally locked on his back. Did you ever imagine this? Him between your legs? Maybe. Once or twice. But you never thought about it seriously; Maliksi dated girls left and right in the past.

His lips... his lips were so close... so close to your leg that you could feel the heat of his breath along with the lace. Were you about to die? Perhaps you already did. Maybe you were in heaven. Up... up... up... snap!

Suddenly, he stopped, grinning up at you mischievously and letting the elastic bounce back to the skin of your left knee.

"I'm not going any further, don't worry, babe," he whispered, noting that your eyes had become misty and glazed over. Internally, he grew worried. "That's enough." Did he think it was from discomfort? From you being uncomfortable? Bitch, no. It was the exact opposite. You had never been this turned on in your entire life.

You felt like your soul had left your body at that moment. Did you just have a heart attack? Was your blood pressure okay? Before you or Maliksi could stand, however, someone bellowed from the wedding sponsor tables.

"Higher! That's an order!"

Fucking hell, it was Maliksi's father who shouted. He wasn't in the huge tikbalang form you'd normally meet him in, but he was still very intimidating in his humanoid form, commanding attention and subservience wherever he went. You could tell where Maliksi got it from.

Instantly, the other guests—already half-drunk and wanting the spirit of partying to continue on—joined in.

"Higher! Higher!"

The host cheered, "You heard Señor Armanaz! Higher!"

Maliksi gave you a questioning look. Even if it was his father who spoke up, he still wouldn't do anything you didn't want. Well, you two made it this far; there was no point in getting embarrassed now. You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding. You probably couldn't erase the redness on your skin with how much you'd blushed from this night. It was as if the heat was tattooed onto your skin.

"Go on, Mal," you whispered to him, bending your torso down closer to his face, eyes half-lidded from want. "Finish what you started, babe."

With those sultry bedroom eyes he'd never once seen you show him before—plus you turning the tables with that familiar term of endearment, how could he refuse? Like a switch had been flipped inside him, he immediately complied, taking the frilly scrap of stretchy lace between his teeth once more, moving it further up to your thighs until where your high slit ended—centimeters below the warming juncture between your legs.

Your legs felt wobbly... boneless, as you stood up from the chair, the fabric of your gown cascading over where the lace sat securely on your upper left thigh. The party was still going strong even after you two finished the garter wearing tradition.

"'Atta boy! That's my son!" Señor Armanaz blazoned, standing up and raising his glass for a toast. "Cheers to the newlywed couple! May they last forever!"

You guys weren't the newlyweds, but it did sure feel like it. If the clan leader was hyped up, everyone was hyped up. Heck, the groom and the bride didn't mind one bit what had just transpired on their dance floor. In all the chaos, Maliksi took you out of the reception area and somewhere quieter. More private.

You would need to have a serious, urgent talk with your boy best friend.

》》》

You two silently sat on a stone bench in a gazebo somewhere in the reserved venue for the wedding, trying to cool down and get yourselves back together (at this point, you needed ice from that steamy, half-scandalous event you just went through). Here, there was no one else except for the chirping of crickets, the lush trees surrounding the area, and the golden fairy lights strewn all over the roof. Awkwardness was something you'd expected after what just happened, but somehow, you still felt comfort in this man's presence. For the past thirty minutes, both of you just stayed still, lost in your thoughts and reflecting.

"Mal?" you finally spoke up.

"... Hmm?"

"Ano tayo?"

"Whatever you want us to be."

Your fingers instinctively reached out for his, just like they always did when you were anxious. Sensing this, he grasped your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Soothingly. He massaged the skin of your fingers, distracting you from your nervousness. It seemed like both nothing and everything changed between both of you. The gesture was the same, but so different at the same time.

"Mahal mo ako." It was not a question. It was a statement. A truth—one that you'd been too blind to see before. One that you only discovered while you stared into each other's eyes in that party not as best friends. You realized with a jolt in your heart what he really felt for you, and now, what you really felt for him. In those thirty minutes of silence, you knew. You just knew.

"Yes. I do."

"... Just as a best friend?" you probed.

"..."

Finally, you gazed into his eyes, previously so dark and full of hunger. Now? Just reluctant. Vulnerable. Open. Unsure of what to do next.

Seems like you had to be the one to take initiative tonight. Taking out your phone, you opened your music app and pressed play on a certain song. Ikaw at Ako by Johnoy Danao. You removed your heels (which were starting to blister your ankles and toes), then pulled him up to stand.

"Dance with me," you murmured, grabbing his arms to wrap them around your waist. He was stiff. Tense. What was he to do when the woman he's been pining after for so long let him hold her? All his gallantry and ability to romance disappeared out the window the moment you let him touch you so intimately.

You two weren't even waltzing. Just swaying. Slowly, you leaned your head on his broad chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

"... I love you," Maliksi admitted in the middle of it all, feeling like he was dreaming. Your head on his chest kept him grounded to reality, however. "More than anything in the universe. I fell for you ever since you patched me up when you were nineteen and I was a reckless drag racer who didn't have a purpose in life. 'Nung dinala mo ako pabalik sa Armanaz Tower on the verge of death. Simula noon, ikaw lang."

"I realized that," you smiled, reminiscing the old memory. You were just a broke college student that time, coming back to your dorm from making your group thesis at a classmate's house. Imagine your panic when you found a half-man, half-horse bleeding out by some bushes on the way home at night. Despite your fear and your little money (only enough to feed you for the week), you went out of your way to buy a first-aid kit at the nearest 7/11. It was scary, but you managed to mend the creature's wounds by the side of the road. When he was finally able to speak, turning fully human (which you admit, freaked you out initially), you arduously carried him back to his address—to his father and his clan, even if you had classes the very next morning. Because of your heroic deed of saving their precious heir, the tikbalang clan had become indebted to you: a teenage girl on the verge of a mental academic breakdown, just making her way through the cruel adult world. How old of a memory that was, you thought, yet you still recalled it in perfect detail. "Just a while ago."

"Ah." He swayed you gently.

"Lahat ng ito, plano mo?"

"... Yes," Maliksi fessed up. "Except for this part where we're here dancing in this belvedere. Wala sa plano ko. Gusto ko sanang magconfess doon sa may fountain para sweet, pero..."

You lifted your head off his chest, smiling at him with one brow raised, "You know, between both of us, you're supposed to be the spontaneous one. Planning isn't usually your thing."

"I know. It's a failure, huh?" Maliksi sighed.

"Nah." You shook your head, then suddenly locked lips with him. It was so fast and surprising he didn't even get the chance to return your first kiss. For once, you caught him off guard. You pecked him on the lips again. "It's not a failure."

"Wha—"

"I'm sorry for making you wait, Maliksi. Ten years. We're twenty-nine now, and only tonight do I realize how blind I've been. We've been going around in circles, wasting so much time. Ayoko nang mag-aksaya ng oras," you whispered guiltily against his lips. How could you have been so blind? Andaming nasayang na taon. Making up your mind, you told him, "Yes. Sige, I accept. I'll be your plus one."

The tikbalang was flustered and baffled from the kiss, as well as your revelation, "... But, you already are?"

"No, silly. I meant that I'll be your plus one for life. For as long as you'll have me," you laughed, now processing that you were currently dancing barefoot with your boy best friend and had just kissed him in a wedding you didn't even plan on going to. The universe had a mysterious way of doing things. "Guess I'm the spontaneous one now, huh?"

Maliksi was tongue-tied. "Seryoso ka ba? Is... Is this a marriage proposal?"

"Whatever you want it to be," you echoed his words back to him. "Best friend, plus one, girlfriend, wife—mmpf!"

He kissed you so hard your lips bruised. After an impromptu makeout session which was definitely more in character for Maliksi, you both pulled away, panting heavily in search for air, still desperate for passion. He cupped your cheeks, giving you a sweet, featherlight Eskimo kiss.

"You're missing one more title."

"Hm? What do you mean, Mal?"

"Love of my life." He kissed you again, this time lifting you off your feet and spinning you around (his sneaky right hand was resting on your bum, too, giving it a tight squeeze). You know in the Princess Diaries where the main character's foot just... pops whenever the prince charming kissed her? Yeah, that happened to you on that humid summer night. This was right. You two were meant to be together. Everything was falling into place.

The bungalow you reserved for your Batangas vacation leave ended up being the site of your very eventful honeymoon with the Prince of the Tikbalang (with his libido, it wasn't that difficult to continue where you'd left off in the garter toss; that scrap of lace came off your leg the same way it went on). Actually, nauna pa ang honeymoon sa actual wedding (it was definitely spontaneous). Right after your confession in that alcove, you two went to Maliksi's father to ask for his blessing (which he gladly gave, cackling and saying that it took you long enough) before you guys went driving off to Batangas that night. You and Mal indeed had lots and lots of fun in that resort (I'll let you imagine the rest). More beautiful memories were made from that point on—this time, not just as best friends.

All that and your small, intimate wedding occurred in early April. Just when you thought that it'd be impossible to fulfill Maliksi's life goal of having a baby within the year (nine months of pregnancy meant that the earliest you'd give birth would be January next year), the impossible happened.

Exactly thirty-two weeks later, on New Year's Eve, the Armanaz herd welcomed one prince and two new princesses into the world. Triplets who were instantly adored by everyone in the clan.

Señor Armanaz had never been happier, and so were you and your husband. Your best friend. The love of your life. Your forever plus one.

Maybe being spontaneous wasn't so bad after all.

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chaotic-tired-bastard · 2 years

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And give All My Love to You!❤

The Jon x Male Reader bcs he deserves a cute boy to snuggle up with

The Jon sighed, looking up at you with big, blue optics. He could feel steam idle out of his cheek vents, curling around like ribbons before dissipating into the air. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and you smiled, curling into his arms and letting out a happy sigh. To think that a decade or two ago the two of you could have been arrested for this was absurd.

"What're ya thinking about, The Jon?" You mumbled, pressing your face against the top of his head and sighing peacefully.

"How much I love you~" The Jon cooed, smiling lazily.

You giggled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, grinning. "And I love you too," You said, grinning wide.

The Jon smiled playfully, sticking his tongue out between his teeth. "I'd give the chance I've got, and give all my love... to you~" He sang softly, some more steam hissing from his mouth.

You giggled, pressing your face into his hair. "Stooop!" You whined, your grin evident in your voice.

"I don't know much 'bout anything that you'd have me do~" He continued, trying to keep his tone from lapsing into teasing.

"Shush!"

"I don't care much about anything 'Cept for the love in your heart~" He finished, settling his hand just over your heart on your chest.

Your heart beat strong beneath his hand, the steady thumping rhythmic enough to compose a song to. In his head, he actually was. You finally gave in, pressing your hand over his while grinning bashfully. The Jon pressed a kiss to your knuckles, chuckling when you raised your knuckles to your mouth, blushing. You were so handsome it almost hurt.

What a wonderful day.

#The Jon x Reader #Reader #The Jon x Male Reader #Male Reader #The Jon #The Jon SPG #SPG The Jon #Steam Powered Giraffe #SPG #Fluff #*grabs broom* now where do I need to clean?

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kurinoot · 3 years

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dinner’s ready

🎉 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ISSEI “HORSECOCK” MATSUKAWA! 🎉

pairing: matsukawa issei x pussy-owning reader

themes: [shameless] smut, 18+ mdni, post-timeskip, birthday boy issei, sexting, [slight] daddy kink, oral sex (m! receiving), rough sex, creampie, implied breeding, some aftercare if u squint uwu, just Issei calling you ‘baby girl’

wc: 2.6k

note: I know I’m not done with the valentines’ specials and the upcoming white day specials, but I was too tempted to write this anyways bc it’s my bb issei’s special day today uwu he deserves some good food birthday gift. also, this is my first smut in YEARS so please bear with me whew. also, rated spg under the cut uwu. and ALSO, thank you to @india-katsuki, @karasunomygod, @ssrated1volleyballplayer, and @fuckinuchihas from the hqhq server for checking and proofreading this one hell of a pussy clencher ack

chant: 🎼 drip by asiahn

“Finally.”, Matsukawa sighs as he straightens up his clothes, finally glad that his shift is coming to an end. He checks his things, finalizing for the next day as he packs up his bag to finish the day and finally get a good night’s rest.

Or so he thought.

The vibration of his phone in his pocket catches him off-guard as he walks on his way to the nearest train station, fishing it out as he opens it to the sight of your text message.

baby girl: happy birthday, Issei my love! Preparing your birthday present atm hehe hope ya like it ;)

A smile draws out of his face as he hastily replies, typing out an ‘I can’t wait, baby girl!’ as he approaches the train station in a hurry to try and avoid the rush hour as much as possible; In which his efforts proved to be futile as a massive flood of passengers all went into the train, rendering them like a full can of sardines. Barely but luckily, he managed to get a tight spot for him to fit in as the train door closed in on him before the train moved again and went on.

The trip was silent, with more grunts and voices of “Excuse Me!” being heard as people constantly squeezed themselves in the jam-packed train. Issei was no different, changing and adjusting positions one at a time as passengers came and went out each station up until there were actual seats for him to sit down. As soon as seats become available, he takes the advantage for him to at least get a couple minutes of rest before he reaches his station. In the meantime, he grabs his phone back from the depths of his pocket, which vibrates in notification as soon as his hand reaches it.

To his delight, you replied back with a photo, which he could only see unlocked which he did and the next thing he knew, he was looking at a photo of your legs spread, which unraveled your bare glistening cunt in all your glory for him to see. He feels all blood drain all the color on his face as he instantly feels it all rush down to his now throbbing cock as he grapples his sling bag to desperately cover his growing and straining hard-on. He turns off his phone in the meantime, afraid of draining all of his self-control in public, as well as becoming increasingly conscious of the possible prying eyes on the photo that is currently haunting and deeply imprinting in his mind. He waits a couple more minutes long before another slew of messages from you finally nails the coffin for him.

baby girl: dinner’s getting ready and the only thing needed left is Daddy~ ;)

baby girl: I’ll be waiting ;)

“Fuck, such a tease.”, he lowly mutters in frustration, half-way tempted to ease the pain on his crotch.

That’s it, baby girl. You are so going to get it. he growls in his mind as he makes it in his station just at the right moment, still in one piece. The situation doesn’t help his throbbing crotch as he inconveniently walks past the train door hastily, feeling its tight strain on his pants as he covers it with his sling bag.

He thanks the gods as he finally reaches the doorsteps of your shared apartment unit, breathing heavily both at the way he rushed over and at his cock that was now threatening to pop out of his pants. With a pant, he reaches for the doorknob, opening it to the direct view of you on your back, preparing in the kitchen sans clothing except a frilly deep red apron that barely even covers the peaks of your nipples.

And don’t get him started with your plump ass.

You immediately hear the door open to the sounds of Issei’s footsteps, not looking back as you still prepare dinner for both you and him.

“Ah, Issei! I’m still preparing our dinner but if you’d like there are some leftovers on the table-”

He cuts you off as he violently gropes your bare ass, deliciously cupping your already wet lips as his lengthy fingers graze on its lining. You let out a yelp as you dropped the ladle you were holding in accident, desperately gripping the kitchen counter edge as the sudden intrusion of his fingers left you trembling.

“I-Issei! I-”

“I just came home and I haven’t even fingered you and yet you’re this wet for me, baby girl? Were you too excited for Daddy’s birthday today?”, he hotly whispers in your ear, biting and licking your lobe as he continues his assault on your cunt, leaving you a crying, whimpering mess.

“D-Daddy-”

“Fuck, you’re getting tighter there, baby girl.”, he grunts as your walls clenched tighter on his grazing fingers. With the other unoccupied hand, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, freeing his painfully swollen cock, leaking with pre-cum as he feels all the suffering and enduring from the train earlier lift off his crotch. Much to your disappointment, his fingers slowly went out of your wet cavern, but his next words left your knees weak and body shivering.

“Kneel.”

You silently face him, albeit still reeling from the assault on your pussy, keeping your eyes on him as you obliged, kneeling to the view of his protruding cock. He rubs his hard member with the strings of your slick left on his used fingers as he preps you, rubbing your lips together as he ushers you to take him with your mouth. Getting the cue, you open them only for him to thrust inside you with speed as he grips your hair tight, triggering your gag reflex.

Issei begins thrusting relentlessly into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat as he releases a series of grunts—a cathartic indication of his earlier pent-up frustration as he closes his eyes, relishing the warm, wet feel of your mouth. He feels the flick of your tongue as you take him deeper and deeper than you’ve ever had before, prompting him to release a loud moan in delight. He lets his instincts take over him as he leverages his grip on your hair to control your head on his cock. Once he was sure that your gag reflex was nowhere in sight, he started shoving into your wet mouth more roughly than before, getting even harder as he drinks at the sight of you looking at him with tears in your eyes and saliva dripping from your used mouth.

“You like that, huh?” He moans out to which you could only partly nod in response.

Trying not to lose grip of him, you clutch onto his thighs trying to grip your remaining vestiges of consciousness as you pump your head back to meet his thrusts, forcing out a moan from him louder than ever before.

“Yes, baby girl! Keep doing that! Do it for Daddy.”

The impending frustration from earlier takes its impending toll as Mattsun knew he wasn’t going to last any longer. He shoves with greater force, feeling the precipice coming closer as you can only moan in cries at the sudden change of pace. He cries out loud as he spurts his thick loads into your mouth, stuttering his hips and grunting in pleasure before stilling as he lodges himself into your throat.

Like the good girl you are, you swallowed them greedily, sucking out everything and leaving no traces of it behind. After a full minute of intense breathing, Issei could only watch you dazed, breathing heavily as he became more turned on at the sight of his cum threatening to leak from your mouth as he tilted your chin upwards, forcing you to swallow it whole.

He pulls you up with your arms, moving you to a clearer space on the kitchen counter as he bends you over on your stomach, licking his fingers wet as he preps your scintillating folds.

“Just so you know, I’m not done yet, baby girl.”

“Y-You do k-know that—ah!—I’m still m-making—ah!—dinner, right?” You shiver as you feel his length rubbing against your dripping slit. You hear him scoff.

“Eh? But I thought this is dinner...”, he pants out as he slams his entire dick in one go, taking advantage of the already wet state of your folds as he turns you into a moaning and shivering mess at the sudden stretch of your core. He stutters his hips slowly and rhythmically, forcing you to feel every inch and vein of his cock as the sound of his balls slapping against you only makes you aroused even more.

He changes the pace as his thrusts grew in speed and rhythm, making you choke on your saliva at the intensity as his grip on your hips tightened, “H-Hold up t-there, Issei! N-Not so f-fast!”.

You could only grip whatever you could hold on the kitchen counter as he continuously stretches you balls deep, hitting and leaving his marks on your ass as he lets out a frustrated groan.

“Jesus, what did you expect after sending me a picture of your cunt and then say ‘Dinner’s ready?’, huh?”.

You can only cry and moan at his statement.

“T-Thick—ah!” You wail as your knuckles turn white and you feel his thrusts increase in speed at the remark that heavily petted on his masculinity.

“Look at you taking all of me so well...”, he grunted as the developing sound of wet skin slapping increases in volume and fills your entire living space. Issei takes this as a sign as he starts rubbing your sensitive clit violently with one hand as he unties your sinful apron with the other, completely exposing your back to him.

“Oh my god, Daddy! I-I’m—ugh—wanna c-cum!”

“Then cum, baby.” He lowers himself to your ear and then leaves trails of kisses on your bare back, whispering as his words send shivers down your body. It makes you clench tighter on his girth.

The clench of your cunt against his cock leaves him desperate as he feels a coiling sensation in his lower belly, feeling that he won’t last any longer as his breathing pulsed quicker and his hips pushed further and faster, reaching out further to the deep unexplored nether regions of your walls that left you screaming and crying in bliss.

You feel his grip tighten on your waist as he cries out your name one more time, cumming into you in thick globs as he stutters his hips at each release before he stills deep into you, making sure that each drop of his seed didn’t go to waste.

Your jaw flickers in pleasure at the increasing warmth of his cum flooding your insides as you feel him slowly pulled out of your folds, disappointed at the lack of your orgasm as he maneuvers your body face-to-face with him. He lays you down tiredly on your back at the kitchen counter as you feel achy and sore from your earlier position.

“Do you think we’re done, baby girl?” He imposes as he removes the dangling apron on your neck, throwing it on the side and finally leaving your oh-so delicious perky breasts bare to him. You swore you see his eyes darken at the sight, licking his lips as his cock stood still and hard, unbeknownst to you.

Your eyes and mouth could only bulge wide in surprise as he shoves into you impatiently for the second time around, groaning at the distilled passion of your clenching walls as he uses your combined evidence of coupling as a lubrication.

It didn’t help when Issei had started his assault on your neck, leaving trails of sensitive kisses all over up until he reached one of your pert nipples. He eagerly licks them teasingly before he devoured it all in his mouth, setting your body and mind on fire at the overstimulation.

How come he’s still hard after two orgasms?, your mind dazes.

Third time’s the charm, I guess?

“D-Daddy! Ugh! T-Too sensitive! O-Oh my god!”

Issei could only cockily laugh at your plight, sending down vibrations on your currently abused nipple which only made you cry louder in pleasure. It didn’t exactly help as he continues on his deep, torrid pumping on your already sensitive folds.

This jerk… Just because he has a thick cock...

But you weren’t complaining, really.

You cling onto his neck, graciously and tightly gripping on his thick hair as the constant waves of pleasure from the heavy pounding into your pussy leaves your eyes swollen red and throat sore. His hands threatened to leave a burning mark on your hips, grasping them tightly to keep you in place as his hips went harder and faster into you.

“Y-Yes, daddy! Right there!” You moan out loud as you felt his dick reach the more deeper, unimaginable recesses of your nether regions, ones that you never knew were reachable. With a muffled grunt, he makes sure to piston his cock in the same manner and pace, leaving you further crying and wailing in bliss.

His skillful mouth leaves your abused nipple, now thoroughly coated in saliva, exposing it to the cold air and making it harden more as his one hand leaves his vice-like grip on your waist, tending to your head as he swathes your sweat-soaked hair as he pushes his lips into yours tenderly despite the ruthless pounding happening otherwise. He feels your heart pound intensely against his chest as you felt your hard, sensitive peaks brush over his broad, muscular planes.

Your mind goes into a daze as you feel the sensory overload overwhelming you in the greatest sense. The scent of sweat and sex (and just Issei’s masculine scent, oh my Lord) as well as the sound of wet skin slapping against skin was just too much for you to process.

“I—hng—love—hng—you—hng—so much!”, Issei groans out, punctuating each word per thrust as he feels the all-too familiar burning and coiling sensation in his loins, only this time more stronger than the last time. You can only see him become more desperate for release, with his face shifting to borderline pain and his moans growing louder and desperate as you mewl louder at the sensation of his thick fingers rubbing your overworked and sensitive clit.

“I-I love you t-too, Daddy!”

“Cum with me, baby.”, he groans as spasms of pure ecstasy ran down his veins.

“D-Daddy, ugh yes!”

He releases an animalistic growl, biting down your neck in intense pleasure as he feels his cum gushing out of his system and into your femininity for the second consecutive time. Altogether, he feels the sprinkling sensation of your release as he presses your sensitive nub for the final time, with your walls clenching down on him further, leaving you both exhausted in pleasure. He stills his hips into you deep one more time all before he gently pulls his now flaccid cock out of you, with a trail of his cum threatening to spill from your overworked folds.

With a gentle touch, he presses a couple of fingers to prevent them from spilling out before he touches your lower belly, basking at the thick amounts of his cum sloshing inside you. You moan at the gesture on your still sensitive body.

“Did that feel good, my girl?” He asks tenderly, kissing you afterwards as opposed to his animalistic behavior earlier.

“Mmmh”, you hum in agreement as Issei feels all his energy fucked out of him, laying down on your chest. You gently massage his head and went to play with his thick locks of hair.

“Well then you can say that I had a good dinner, then.”

“Well happy birthday to you, then.”

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