#Birthday Special

[elvestoneanzelote1]

Since Ayatsuji birthday is coming out in next few days, I would like to request Albedo/Zhongli!Reader getting doll up, tied, and sent(kidnapped) like present to Ayatsuji. Ayatsuji would definitely be pleased with spending the day with Reader like this

𝙰:𝚗- 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔/𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚓𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎? 𝙸𝚏 𝚜𝚘... 𝙰𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍.!

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚓𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝!.

𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝!

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥, 𝕐/𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝 𝕓𝕪 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕄𝕠𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘.

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤!

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Y𝘶𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘰  Ayatsuji is a homicide detective with a dangerous ability.

Currently A special grade dangerous ability user.

Unlike usual, he was unfocused on his work while listening to Tsujimura talk.

His mind felt so distant and was only hyper-focusing on a thing more likely someone.

"And that's the report about it"

"..."

"Ayatsuji-san?" Tsujimura called Ayatsuji whose eyes widened a bit as he quickly flinched at the cigar burned out and burned his finger a bit.

"Are you... alright?" Asked Tsujimura as she was concerned by the detective's not-so-attentive feature.

"Yeah, I am fine... Repeat what you were saying... Tsujimura-san"

"Repeat? Umm alright" said Tsujimura as she quickly took notice of Ayatsuji's distant daze eyes.

'Ayatsuji-san must be worried about the recent event...' Thought Tsujimura who was also concerned about the recent event that occurred in Yokohama. Again.

Well most precisely to Port Mafia for a time.

'Ayatsuji-san might look like he is unbothered but he must be worried about the researcher after all like studying about him... A lot' thought Tsujimura as she recalled Ango mentioning that the researcher was missing as the Port mafia asked for more likely requested their assistance in finding their researcher who may have been kidnapped again.

The fact that Ayatsuji himself wanted to catch the kidnapper as none of the trace was left.

He does know the agencies are searching for the researcher too... The Port mafia themselves must be in a tight spot too.

Three days have gone by but no clue as Ayatsuji let out a sigh and kept down the smoking pipe on the table.

"You surely are onto searching for him, Huh? Sakaguchi-san" said Ayatsuji who side glanced at the ravenete.

The male arranges his glasses and frowns.

"You seem calm... about it"

"Why would I... be worried after all?"

"..."

"You do know... he is in port Mafia and you are persistent on finding him even if you pretend you aren't suspicious, are you and him close?"

"It has nothing to do with you"

"Hmm... Both of you did kiss, haven't you both? Or was it a lie on your part"

"I won't lie about it and why are you bringing it out after months now?"

"Just curious... After all what if he eventually kisses someone else too?"

Ayatsuji smirked slightly as Ango left without another word.

He sat there and looked around the room as he took out the paper inside his pocket.

𝘈 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦!.

Ayatsuji was concerned to be the least that someone knew his birthday and he assumed it was a threat.

But when his birthday finally came after a week.

He was cautious with the receptacle box that was delivered inside his house.

Cautious he was as perhaps a bomb of short will be in it.

Signing and questioning the delivery man, even if he finds out it has no value in it.

He inspects the big box cautiously.

A present wrapped in a red and yellow box. Reminding him of Christmas nearing.

He cautiously opens the ribbon on top as the box covers itself.

His eyes widen as he takes notice of someone whom he didn't assume he would meet.

A box and a letter right beside you who is unconscious. Your hair was messy, a red cloth covered your mouth as he noticed the chains in your hands behind him with a yellow ribbon tied in the middle.

He couldn't help but be curious as he opened the letter first. As he does have some time to watch you over.

After all, he couldn't help but smile to see you unconscious and unaware of how you got here...

But first things first as a detective he must check for any threat before the threat.

𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘠𝘶𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘫𝘪, 𝘈𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘠/𝘯 𝘓/𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵! 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧!

Ayatsuji's eyes narrowed confused about what it meant.

Your eyes slowly open as you sit up with your hands still behind you.

"Oh, you are awake seems like someone kidnapped you but fret not you-"

"Is there anything I can do for your birthday... Is today" you asked with eyes dulled. He recognized the pupil as having a heart shape.

'An ability... Hmm... If I am not wrong it is my criminal ability that I got to kill off by tomorrow' thought Ayatsuji as he leaned onto you and gently held your face.

He tilted your face a bit observing as if you were completely not in your senses.

"What can you... do for me?"

"According to your... request"

"Oh? Did the person order you to obey me for my birthday? How thoughtful" Yukito smirked as lean close to your face.

His thumb traces your lips as you don't move away from his touch.

"Considering it is a present... A wonderful one indeed" he whispered into your ear as you sat motionless.

Who would have thought that his birthday would be such a wonderful one?

"Since... I have all this day for myself... Will I, be guilty of using you despite you being in control by an ability?" Said Ayatsuji as you shook your head.

A smile oh so he saw through pictures was directed to him.

He couldn't help but smile in delight...

"Follow me to the kitchen," he said as he took the small box as you walked mindlessly following him.

He should feel guilty but for a reason, it is not his fault can it? After all... An ability is controlling your actions, not him... And is it wrong for him to pleasure himself through you?

He opens the box to see a cake and he notices the key on top of the cake.

He picked it up as he smiled at you.

"If you are to pleasure me for today... Why don't we have fun about it?"

"?" You were slightly confused as Ayatsuji kept the key underneath his shirt.

"If you... want me to free your hands search the key won't you?" He said.

You approach him as he leans on the counter.

He felt ticklish by your hair as you tried to remove his buttons.

He chuckles as you barely remove two buttons of his.

"Let me help" he muttered removing his buttons as you went onto your knees.

He felt your lips on his stomach as you picked up the key and kept it on the counter just beside the cake.

"Oh? The icings are on me Well... I could just- ah~" he moaned out as he felt your tongue lick his stomach.

He couldn't help but moan while you lick those icing that trails on his body.

Your eyes stare at him as his face flushed red.

"The key"

"H-huh? Well... I can free your hands but you gotta do something in exchange"

"?" You tilted your head slightly as you stood up straight his eyes gazed up at yours and his face was still flustered red.

He still feels your tongue that makes contact with his exposed chest and stomach.

"𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚠𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍-"

The words that Ango said echoed in his mind as he smirked a bit with his eyes bored staring at yours.

"Kiss me"

Without another word, your lips clashed with his as he felt himself melted by yours.

He moved his lips pacing with yours as your tongue swirls within his.

"Ah~mmmph~... Am I doing well?" Muttered Ayatsuji as he intertwined his tongue with yours as you hummed in acknowledgment.

His arms around his neck with one of his hands clenched onto your hair.

Tightening it as couldn't help but moan at the kiss being so deep.

But the kiss has to end as both of you catch your breath flustered faces were you as he couldn't help but be in awe to see your face flustered with Saliva dripping in the corner of your lips.

He swallowed down as he felt himself yearn for the kiss more.

'Is this how Ango felt when he kissed him? Instead, does he recall Ango while we kissed?' Thought Ayatsuji was slightly annoyed if you were thinking about Ango of sorts.

"Is... Is there more I should do?" You whispered into his ear as he shivered by your warm breath.

He let out a shaky breath as he smiled.

"Well, I could unshackle your hands while you please me..." Ayatsuji muttered as you nodded.

"Ah~ what are you- Y/n~" Yukito moaned as he felt your lips trailing into his exposed neck as his trembling hand reached out for the key.

"Y-you sure know how to pl-please me..." Muttering Ayatsuji as his hands reached to your hands behind as you hummed.

He moaned in Bliss as your lips trailed kisses onto his collarbones and shoulders.

He let out a shaky moan as he felt your tongue swirl into his cheek licking something which he felt oh so sensitive now.

His hands tremble almost dropping the key as he finally hears a click.

The shackles fall off as your hands feel on the sides of the table.

Your eyes bored into his as his eyes flushed red he couldn't think straight as he felt himself warmer than usual by your lips, your tongue and your eyes staring at him like you knew he was weak against you.

"Happy birthday... Yukito Ayatsuji" you whispered as he smiled a bit still his face was red.

But he took notice of your eyed pupil fading the heart shape as a familiar streak of black was seen.

Your eyes go droopy as you fall onto the side unconscious as he stands there confused.

He holds the key that disappears into thin air so do your shackles.

And it finally clicks into his mind.

'I should have remembered that... The person's ability lasts if the chains are still bound to the victim' Thought Ayatsuji who fell onto the floor as y/n lay beside asleep or unconscious.

He let out a raspy chuckle for his error.

"I could have enjoyed more of the present, don't I?"

. . . . . . . . . . .

𝔸:𝕟- 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝! 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕕𝕒𝕪/𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕝𝕝! ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪/𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥!

[daemo-ut]

DAEMO I MISS U 🥺

* But their aim is getting better.

[picmurasaki]

Happy Birthday Ignis!💜

[jatcv]

Stella’s birthday coming soon….

(She feels lonely if no one comes to her birthday)

Beat the date: February 14

Age: (about to turn) 2

Invitation:

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[suminomiyyas]

[tellodona]

simeon's views on the cast

this is another special for his birthday! check out the other one here!

lucifer

he's glad he's okay, he just wishes he'd take care of himself more

feels this undying guilt that he could've done something more to help

is also guilty of the fact that he didn't have the guts to follow him too

mammon

he thinks he's adorable despite his delinquent behavior

though he does sigh when he realizes he stole from him again, but doesn't hold it against him

admires him for his loyalty to lucifer and his younger brothers

leviathan

doesn't understand what he's talking about most of the time, but finds his rants endearing and likes listening to him

is actually really, really flattered when he learns he likes TSL so much

wishes he had more self-esteem, though

satan

curious about him the most since he knows about him the least

does think he's similar to lucifer in a way, but doesn't make it seem like he IS lucifer

would like to speak with him more

asmodeus

thinks he's cute and attractive, and that his narcissism has proof

he also thinks he should be more honest about his feelings

finds his outfits great, and contemplates on trying his style

beelzebub

finds his muscles have improved over the years

secretly intimidated by his strong build, though

is really glad he enjoys his cooking, and enjoys cooking for him

belphegor

doesn't see much of him since he's always asleep somewhere

gets why everyone pampers him

sympathizes with him about lilith

diavolo

thinks he's funny in his own way

sees him like a little kid in an adult man's body

thinks he's overworked, and should take a break from time to time

barbatos

thinks he's really reliable. like, maybe too much sometimes

is grateful for him taking care of luke

wishes to learn more from him, like in cooking and other things they mutually like

luke

finds him adorable. dotes on him a lot

thinks he should be more open, and shouldn't hide away what he truly thinks (especially about demons)

is glad he trusts him a lot, and wouldn't ever break that bond between them

solomon

he trusts him with many things

he thinks he should be more honest, and not hide what he feels behind that practiced smile

also thinks he should stop... "experimenting" on food

raphael

thinks he should smile more. he likes his smile a lot

shares that burden with him about lucifer, and encourages him to speak his feelings more

is both confused and concerned how he can handle solomon's culinary skills, though, let alone like them

mephistopheles

hasn't interacted with him much, but finds him an interesting character

has read a few of his articles, and is amused whenever he writes something about the exchange students, especially when it's about him

very curious about that cane sword on his belt, since he hasn't seen him use it nor even just unsheathe it

thirteen

thinks she's very funny most of the time, especially with her pranks

takes her pranks like a good sport, and jokes about pranking her back

doesn't talk with her much, but does give her some sweets on occasion that he does meet with her in events

[iznsfw]

A very fluffy lovemaking session in bed with Eunbi

Birthday Blues

IZ*ONE's Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Smut

8464 words

Categories: happy birthday to the best baby ever, roommate!Eunbi, gentle sex, first-time sex, mutual feelings, praises

I already write this girl too much, but what can I say? I love her. Happy 27th birthday to my princess, and I hope everyone who hates her suffers miserably.

Here's a fluffy piece that has been in my drafts ever since like, last year. Due to the rush, it is not edited at all. Not one bit.

The hands of the clock that hangs from your wall has told endless hours already, but you could still hear rustling from her part of the bed: a white duvet covering a curled up girl, presumably crying. No, scratch the "presumably"—how is it probable when you can see the tears staining the duvet, hear the cries that cannot be supressed any more?

But you don't ask why. You don't ask if she's crying again because of it. You only gently withdraw the covers from her sobbing frame, kiss her tear-streaked face, and ask: "Let's play a game?"

Kwon Eunbi is huddled beneath the bedclothes, drowning in her own tears. But when you arrive, she gazes up at you with those large soulful eyes, and whispers a broken: "Yes, please."

The affirming nod she gives you is one that only comes five seconds after. But you know that no matter how many times you ask her, she would always agree to play with you.

You hate seeing her cry. It just has such an effect on you that just hearing the tremble in her tone makes you want to break your own heart.

And when she raises her arms so you could lift her up, your heart hurts even more. You wrap her in your arms the best you can, but you can't help but notice that tonight's hug feels weird. She has always been clingy, but this hug is tighter, harder. She buries her face in your neck and locks her legs around your waist as if she's afraid someone will take her away.

You wonder if her instinct is right.

But again, you don't ask. You never do when you know it will make her cry even more.

You let her cling to you for a while. There's no need for any rush to do anything. Tears should never be chastised when they wish to flow.

So you bear it. You bear the abundant tears spilling down your shoulder, the helpless whimpering right beside your ear, the tightness of her arms around your neck. Even if your heart hurts just feeling the weight of her sadness on you.

Your hand rubs her back comfortingly while your lips leave soft kisses on her neck.

"Gongju." Patiently kiss the side of her head. "Gongju-yah, let me set up the switch first, okay?"

"Th- tha... " She struggles to say the word. Red fills her face as she stops trying to say it and just talks in what's comfortable for her. "Kansahabnida."

"Don't worry about it," you respond softly. "Don't worry one bit."

There has always been a bit of a language barrier between the two of you. Though Kwon Eunbi knows basic English, she is far too shy to try and conversate with you in it. On the other hand, the Korean you know is too amateur to be able to speak with her properly in it. But words aren't necessary to communicate; just looking into her big beautiful eyes tells you everything you need to know.

And sometimes, just calling her your "gongju"—your princess—is enough.

The colorful television screen once the game is set up is reflected in her tears. You don't remember the name of this game, but all you know is it's her favorite video game, so you immediately know which one to select out of all the choices present in the television.

Sinking back into the comfortable plush seat, you assemble the controllers-one red and the other blue-and hand her the red one, her favorite color.

"I don't want to make it blue," she had told you the first time you played Smooth Moves with her. That is why you have accepted that your controller would be blue from that day on.

Eunbi climbs onto your lap and leans into you completely, her back meeting your stomach and chest. Your hands circle and meet at her stomach so you can play the game along with her while also protecting her from the cold night with your arms.

The gray jacket isn't enough to make her warm, it seems; she is still shivering. Or maybe those are shivers from her sobs. You could still feel her shaking even as the night grows darker and her hands begin to fiddle with the controller. You desperately want to ask her if it's the same thing again—the same thing making her cry—but you don't want to see the tears roll down her face again. So you never say a word, and only focus on the game at hand.

You don't yell at her when she holds you back from winning the game early. You don't complain when you fail the level because of her stopping to sniffle a few tears away. You'd play these stupid cartoon games with her a million times if it would make her happy. If it would make the tears stop even for a while, if it would make her smile.

This level, however, is difficult. This is a game of helping people move out from their homes, and this particular person you are assisting is a farmer. So now instead of furniture, you are forced to launch squealing pigs into the moving truck and squawking chickens behind hay blocks so that they don't escape. Eunbi bites her lip in endurance and presses her thumbs deeper into the buttons of the controller.

Your character's hands grip onto a pink yelling pig and jumps over the blocks of hay, much like the cow would over the moon. Wait, how could the cow do that when Eunbi's character is struggling to even pull one out of the mud?

Alright, five more items left. You have already helped her out with the long table beside the truck and the first cow. Now all you need to do is get the chickens.

Yes, caught one. Now you just have to—ah shit, it escaped! You run over to the pig pens to get it, only for you to end up in a puddle of sticky mud that hinders your speed. What makes it worse is how loud and active the chicken is; it tries to fly out of your hands and causes you to turn in endless spirals as you attempt to bring it to the truck.

"Alright, I got the hen," you tell Eunbi finally. "Why don't you get the—"

"Hnghh."

Huh? Was that a hiccup you heard from Eunbi?

But then you hear another, then one more. It continues till you hear a string of sounds that turns out to be laughter.

Your heart leaps to your throat. Eunbi is laughing. She is laughing because of the squawking sound effects of the virtual chickens.

You start to laugh a little too; hearing a happy sound come from her makes your heart swell with wistfulness and love. Wistful love? Yeah, that's kind of what you feel. You love hearing her adorable giggles, and you long to see her remain happy.

And so you are forced to resort to absurd measures:

"Bok. Bok, bok, bok, bok."

You imitate the sounds of the chickens.

You even flap your arms like one. You sound ridiculous, but the bewildered look she gives you and the laugh she lets out prods you on.

You squawk, you holler, you cock-a-doodle-do. Soon, she's laughing, choking on her own tears and shaking her head in disbelief at how stupid you sound. She punches you in the chest lightly to get you to stop, but you continue-louder this time.

"Eunbi-ya. Bok, bok, bok, bok."

"You are so..." She breaks down into even more hearty laughter. "Stop!"

"Bok, bok, bok. Bok-aaack!"

The timer begins to run out and the sounds of farm animals start to get louder. But Eunbi never stops laughing, and you never stop squawking. In just a matter of minutes, the two of you transform into  immature sixth graders, wrapped in cackles at the mention of anything slightly improper or slightly abnormal.

It goes on until the two of you are laughing too hard to continue the level. Eunbi's eyes are on you still flailing around stupidly, while yours are on her face to see her reactions. All you see is pure unbridled laughter overtaking her features.

Oh well, guess you aren't completing the farmer stage after all. You promptly shut off the television with the remote control and tug the controller dangling by its strap off Eunbi's wrist. You combine your controller with it and set them on the table in front of you, internally reminding yourself to place it back in its case later.

Eunbi is still giggling at what just happened, so it takes a few mentions of her name to divert her attention back to you. But it only takes one call of her favorite pet name for you to have it back.

"Gongju."

She turns to you with a soft smile. She likes it. She likes that little pet name you have for her. It means "princess", which is why she likes it so much.

"Hm?"

"Are you happy?"

"Hmmm." She thinks for a moment. You see those thoughtful eyes gaze up to the ceiling—as if every answer to all the questions in the world can be seen up there—before she leans back into your chest. Finally, she replies, "Yes, a little."

You smile, both at the fact that she is happier now and the lisp that is prominent when she pronounces her S's. "I'm glad."

"Huh?"

"I am glad. Happy, happy because gongju Eunbi is happy."

"Ah. Thank you. Thank you and... I love you."

I love you.

Eunbi has been your roommate for some time now. She was introduced to you by Kang Hyewon, a friend of yours, who warned you that she stayed up all night singing but wouldn't say a word when it's time for a conversation unless she's particularly close with you. You told her that that was alright—you'd make it work, you said.

And there and then you discovered that Kwon Eunbi is a sweet girl, always asking you in broken English if you wanted dinner ("I will cook you tteokbokki, if you like," she'd say meekly with a shy grin, "is that okay?") and cuddling you to sleep after she wakes you and complains about a bad dream. Sometimes, when she gets home late at night, she would rest her head on your thigh at the sofa, letting your hand smooth her hair while she sleeps. You'd listen to her ramble in whiny Korean about how bad her day was, and though you understand little, your instinct is to tell her: "It's alright, you don't have to do today again, gongju. It will be alright."

Then you realize...

"I love you too, Eunbi," you tell her finally, pinching her cheek. Tears are slick on the pads of your fingers. "My princess. Now can you tell me what's wrong? And why you cried?"

She smiles cheekily. "I forgot."

"Eunbi."

"No I forgot, really! Because we, we were playing and the thoughts goed away."

"Went," you correct her gently.

"Yes, went! And... you are a good boy. A good person who makes me happy. And..."

She pauses, then suddenly gets flustered. Overcome by anxiety that fires up her emotions again, her lower lip starts trembling.

"I'm sorry!" She rises from your lap and shakes her head vigorously. Tears start to fill her eyes as fast as her heart thumping against her throat. "I'm sorry! I didn't... I didn't mean to—"

"What? No, it's okay!" You quickly get onto your feet as well, taking her hands in yours. "Why are you crying?"

"Crying because I thought, I thought—"

"Thought what?"

"You... don't like me back, right?" Eunbi asks you, her eyes filling up with tears. "You like Hyewon, right? I know you like. I'm sorry."

Despite her broken English, you immediately understand the message she is trying to get through to you. And when you get it, you are stunned, almost as if she has slapped you in the face after boldly calling you every existing insult in both the Korean and English languages.

"Wait, what? No! Is this why you're crying?"

You tug onto Eunbi's wrists and pull her back to you when she tries to leave out of embarrassment. When you look straight into her tearful eyes, you immediately know that you've suspected right; she is crying because she thinks you're in love with Hyewon.

You desperately attempt to clarify everything to her. She needs to know what's factual about your feelings. Fuck the damn language barrier for not letting you express yourself in better words. Fuck whoever made up the Korean alphabet, fuck anyone who contributed to its making.

"Of course I like you, Eunbi!" you tell her. How could you not, with that sweet pretty face looking up at you that matches her even prettier way of loving you? It's impossible to hear her voice calling out to you whenever she needs help—whether it's a lid tilted too tightly for her to open or help in translating her thoughts to English—and not want her for yourself.

You steal a kiss on her forehead and place your hands on her tear-streaked cheeks. "I like you a lot! And, and Hyewon and I—Hyewon and me—are just friends."

Eunbi looks a little confused, adding confusion to the mix of emotions overtaking her right now. "J-just friends?"

"Yes, just friends. I don't like her that way, gongju. I like you."

"But how?" The sullen tears in her eyes return. They threaten to slide down her pink cheeks. "Hyewonie, she is so pretty..."

"So what? You are too!"

How can she not see that? She has the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen; you can go on and on about how your heart skips a beat whenever they look up at you. And those lips... God, she doesn't know how much you love to stare at them.

"I like you, Kwon Eunbi," you declare so she could hear you loud and clear. No mistranslations, no misunderstandings. "I like you, and you only."

There. It's finally official—you confessed your feelings to her at last.

But then she gives you the most adorable look of both shock and confusion mingled together, wide eyes looking into yours as if she wants to say something but the words die on the way out of her parted lips.

Those lips.

Those lips you've looked at for too long than you are dignified enough to admit. Those lips you've wanted to kiss but ended up not doing so because of how cowardly you were. How scared you were that she might not understand. Because what if she thinks you're weird? What if she becomes scared of you, thinking of you as her weird overly affectionate roommate with bad Korean?

But then here she is, a mess of tears because she likes you back.

And in this very night, with the moon as your audience and the sky the limit, you realize that a face like that is too pretty for you to not kiss.

You can't help yourself. Fuck it, life is too short to hold yourself back on anything. You lean in and brush your lips against hers.

It's a brief one, obviously still riddled with uncertainty. But just having tasted her sweet lips is already enough for you.

You've done it. You stare at her for a while, not knowing what to do after that. Should you leave? Apologize to her?

That's when Eunbi whines.

"Again."

You don't pause to think and kiss her again. But it still isn't enough for her. Although her cheeks are red with shyness and excitement, she blurts out, again: "Again."

The princess gets what she wants, whenever she wants. Kiss her again, this time with a little more passion. Eunbi whimpers in surprise when you slip your tongue in between her lips, all while they are locked with yours. Squirming because of the heat radiating in her body, she tugs on your shirt and stands on her tiptoes to enjoy the kiss.

Smile a little at the hands wrapped around the fabric of your shirt. You put your own on the sides of her face, gently angling it sideways so your noses don't meet each other while the backs of her knees meet the edge of your shared bed.

And suddenly you are on top of her. At this position you can see Eunbi panting, looking up at you with those puppy eyes you've always adored and loved, not quite sure what to do.

"Oppa," she says nervously. "Oppa."

"Yes?"

"Will we do..." She blushes just thinking of it. "The thing?"

Cutie. This is why you are so in love with her.

"Well, if you like. And if you do, don't worry about anything. I'll take care of you, gongju, okay?"

She gives you an affirming nod. Smiling widely, you gently lift her shirt up. Now the hem rests on her collarbone, freeing her two plump breasts. You aren't surprised at the lack of bra; Eunbi feels comfortable enough with you to go without it.

But is she right now? You look up into her face to check, and are relieved to see only flushed excitement in it. Now assured by her consent, you resume what you are doing.

You kiss one of them eagerly. You particularly enjoy how the perfect pair of tits feel now that you are fondling them. They're round and soft, kind of like pillows. You long to lay against them forever.

Tentatively take one nipple in your mouth and you hear the first moan come out of Eunbi. The sound of her cute high-pitched moan drives you crazy, and now you are even more determined to get more out of her.

You squeeze her right boob and circle its pert nub with your thumb while your tongue does so to her other one. Eunbi squirms and cries out, immediately slapping a hand to her mouth to chastise her helpless sounds.

You release her nipple with a pop, coating it with a sheen of slick saliva. But you start sucking on it again, even when your hand already finishes its fondling on her boob and trails down to the pit of her stomach.

Eunbi squeezes her eyes shut tightly and begins to whine. "Hm, hahhh, oppa!"

"Yes?"

"Gentle, please, they're sensitive. But"—she gasps as your suckle on her nipple and bite down on it a little—"but do not be gentle too. Because... because..."

"Mwah. I get it. I'm sorry, gongju."

"T-thank—hanghhh—!"

More pretty moans spill from her lips when you rub hot circles on her thigh. You thank God that Eunbi chose to don that miniskirt today; besides being eye candy for you, it also helps you get her more excited by slipping your naughty fingers below the skirt.

Eunbi moves her hips onto your fingers, trying to get you to feel her thighs even more. You give her what she wants; you see no reason not to, now that your devilish eyes gaze down Eunbi's infamous "honey thighs."

You pepper kisses all over her chest. She would have giggled if she were not so wrapped up in arousal.

"Tell me, Eunbi-ssi," you begin, nuzzling her pretty neck. Your soft voice makes her shiver. "Have you ever had someone touch you like this?"

"Almost. And I said no because it began rough." Eunbi pouts. "I don't like that."

"Do you want me to be gentle then?"

"Gentle but not gentle for this time. Then next time, a little more rough."

"Next time?" you ask teasingly. You can't help the large smile on your face.

"No! I mean, yes! But..." The blood rushes to Eunbi's cheeks. "But if you want, and you still like me."

"Of course I'll still like you." Press a kiss to her stomach that tenses beneath you. "Open your legs a little for me, please?"

She does, albeit shyly. The miniskirt effectively slides up to her hips once she does, allowing you to see the soaked panties in between the fullness of her pale thighs.

You are a little stunned to behold her thighs in their full glory. They look perfect to fuck your dick in between, seeing how soft they are, but that's for another time.

Definitely another time; Eunbi is beginning to whine in impatience. "Please, just put it in me," she begs you, squirming her hips upwards. "Please oppa, I'll be good."

Your heartstrings feel like they were knotted together; she's just too cute. How could you not give her what she wants?

You undo your zipper and belt until your pants fall to the floor. You haven't gotten laid in a while (not that that's something you'd like to admit), so the nakedness of your lower body feels a little more foreign than what you usually feel, especially with Eunbi's curious eyes on your dick.

Now you lean over her, with her thighs splayed apart and your hands planted firmly beside her head on the mattress.

You are about to pull her panties aside when you are met with a sudden kiss on your lips. Surprised, you turn your attention back on Eunbi, whose grinning blushed face already tells you that she is the culprit of the mischievous affection.

"Eunbi? What was that?" you inquire, the two of you sharing the same stupid grin.

She covers her face. "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop. You look very handsome."

"Don't apologize. You can kiss me whenever you like."

"Oh, oh, thank you. O-oh!"

Your member rubs her covered clit. Heat creeps to her stomach. Eunbi squeals and covers her mouth, biting into her own palm when you finally push yourself in.

Heavy pants replace her whimpers. She flinches whenever you try to fill her even more. You could see tears in her eyes at this point.

"Too much?" you ask in concern.

"Sorry. I d-did not expect you to be so big."

You would be lying if you say that didn't make your ego bigger.

She gathers more of her fingers in her mouth to bite on as you start to move. It isn't really doing much of a change since you could still hear every one of her husky moans, but you don't complain one bit; it just makes your cock swell further. And that could either be more pleasure or additional pain for Eunbi, whose tight slick walls struggle to take the thrusts of your shaft.

It's both hot and satisfying to watch your dick penetrate her. You can see how her wet folds part to welcome you and feel her walls do the opposite; they squeeze hard onto you, as if they are trying to keep you out. But you know from the additional slick that gathers in her core that that's the last thing she wants.

"Hm, hangh!" Eunbi is beside herself, sucking and biting on her fingers to keep herself from being too loud. And what really fires you up is the way that despite how hard she suckles or bites, she never fails to maintain eye contact with you.

"Please- ahh, shibal!"

It finally falters when you place a fervent thumb above her clit. Eunbi absolutely melts in sensitivity, her moans suddenly becoming rambles of incomprehendable Korean as drool starts to leak from her mouth because of how hard she's sucking on her fingers.

Her helpless sounds of pleasure urge you to go faster. But even as you aim even faster sharp thrusts into her wetness, your mind keeps repeating a constant reminder: Gentle!

Soon Eunbi's fingers are soaked in her own saliva, almost wounded because of her teeth digging into them. Her moans vibrate against her digits, and are ultimately freed when you gingerly pull them down from her leaking pink lips. Now they aren't stuffed with anything, unlike her lower lips.

You pause your thrusts for a while due to the ever lingering worry that she might hurt herself. "It's alright, you don't have to bite," you tell her.

Her heavy breaths manage to create a reply: "No?"

"Of course you don't have to. You can put them here instead, so you it gets easier, okay?"

You pull out for a while so that you could gently lead Eunbi's fingers to replace your cock. You figured that it would be gentler, and would help amplify her pleasure later on instead of hurting her.

"B-but I like oppa's more," she says half-heartedly as she eases her own fingers into herself. She whimpers softly. "Hmm, even if it's too big."

"It'll feel better if you use your fingers for a while, I promise. I don't want to hurt you."

"It does..." Eunbi's mouth falls open at the feeling of her own fingers filling her up. It's nothing compared to the size of your erection, but it still makes her heat up. "Mmph! Not hurt too much! Only a... a little, but I still want—"

"It's alright, we can take it slow," you whisper. "Take it slow."

Slow. There's no rush after all. None. Just the slow sensual trail of kisses down from her neck to her stomach can already make her moan helplessly. Kissing the inner sides of her thighs results in making her a whimpery skirmish mess.

Her adorable whines make you giggle. But you choose to end her suffering and place your lips right where she actually wants them:

Her lips.

That's all she's ever wanted. You wonder why you ever assumed that she was only obliviously spacing out whenever she looked at yours—when her head rested on your lap and she'd look up at you with a strange curious gaze, the days you'd find her staring at your lips in your shared bed after a long day.

How did those moments never make you at least wonder?

To have to love quietly is the worst feeling. You kiss her on her lips and smile when her cheeks becom two roses blooming with first love's red. One more smooch and then Eunbi finds herself feeling empty without a kiss on her skin every other second.

And it's adorable watching the expressions on her face change from a giddy blush to one of ecstatic pleasure from her fingers. The butterflies in her stomach alternate with the heat. Sticky arousal accents the trembles of her thighs that shudder around your hips.

"Oppa?" she asks meekly, after a little while of kissing and fingering. "I want you now, please."

"You're sure?"

"Yes," a nod, "if you kiss me a lot. I've always liked that."

You hold up your end of the bargain: nothing too rough, just sweet kisses. Even when the tightness at just the head of your rod makes you want to ruin it, even when the sudden rush of wetness feels heavenly. Eunbi's lips are pursed in labor. Her eyes gleam with tears. "Haaangh, it's so big."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Slow, please," Eunbi requests in a broken voice. "Thank you. I love you." Her breath catches in her throat as the remaining inches of your member stuff themselves inside. "Gentle, please."

"Of course. I love you too. Thereee you go."

You're completely inside her, although it took a few tears to achieve that. By then, her lips are stuck in an eternal pout that silences her whines. Air drags itself slowly out of her nose as she tries to get herself to relax, but the slick walls that surround your cock never easen. At least, not enough for it to be comfortable for her.

"Please," she says. She kisses you urgently on your cheek, then on your lips. "Talk to me, please."

"Hm?"

"Talk, please." She grabs your shoulders with a grip that almost thins out the bones in them. You wonder how such small hands could do that. "So it will not hurt much."

"You know we can stop this if this feels bad, right?"

"No, don't stop." She gasps with each thrust, closing her eyes to bear the impact. "Just talk. So it feels calm. Like how you tell me nice things when I cry."

If your heart can smile just like your lips, you're sure the grin would be as wide as day. You remember the days she'd cry after getting too frustrated, may it be about her feeling getting hurt or a particularly hard English lesson, and how you'd hug her like a teddy bear and tell her it would be okay. That you loved her and no stupid failed English class would change that. Of course, she understood little, only nodding along to your words and burying herself in your jacket, but somehow, she knew you were trying to make her feel better. Even if most of the words weren't really things she understood.

You were glad that even with a foreign language she was afraid to speak herself, she felt safe with you. She only needed the smooth comforting tone of your voice, and your lips on her forehead.

So it wouldn't hurt to talk her through this, would it?

Of course it won't. Kiss the worried downturned direction her eyebrow takes and hum into it softly, before your feelings have completed the process of translating themselves into words and gentleness.

"Hm? You know I love you, right, Eunbi-ya?" You slow down your pumps, choosing the words she knew and used and uttering them carefully too, so she can really understand how much you love her. "You're always so sweet. I know it's hard for you to tell oppa nice things in English, but the way you just try to do it makes him smile so much. You're just so adorable."

"Hangh, that's so..."

Her voice sounds orgasmic. Surprised, you look down at the worked up Eunbi blushing beneath you. "You like that?"

"Mhm." She nods eagerly.

She's starting to relax now. Though the delicious tightness still remains, the extreme difficulty to move has gone away. You begin to slide yourself in and out more effortlessly, letting the tightness be more pleasurable than uncomfortable.

Pick up the pace now to draw out more moans from her. You reap what you sow; Eunbi's cute noises of pleasure start to reach your ears and effectively bring your member to full hardness.

"Mmm, such a sweet girl. It must be so tough trying to be bold enough to tell me you like me because of Hyewon, right?"

"Yes! So... good, oppa!"

"I'm sorry that oppa made things so hard for you, Eunbi-ya. I'll try to be better,now, okay? I'll be a good oppa because you're so... fucking... sweet."

Emphasize each word with a rough thrust. Eunbi's legs quiver around your waist as you draw slick out of her that become sticky liquid on her thighs and bed.

"More..." she mewls, in a voice so weak and soft that you might have not heard it if you weren't so close to her. With time, she finds the pain of being stretched out to be addictive, feeling herself burn up with the constant penetration of her tight hole.

You hump the slick virgin pussy with a newfound determination. Your cock swells inside of Eunbi's warm cunt and exits, but only feels the raging desire to go back in again.

You're pumping her a little more roughly now, but you keep the pace at a moderate rhythm that she can take easily.

Tilt her chin upwards and let your gaze meet her nervous one. "You love oppa calling you his sweet girl, Eunbi-ya?"

"Yes—! So much!"

"I bet you do. I can feel you clenching down on me. You're so cute when you whine like that, Eunbi-ya. Are you still that shy around me?"

"S-sometimes." Her eyes flutter close, and she lets out another pitchy whine. "But, but I still like you so much, oppa! Please kiss me a lot, please, please—!"

One kiss on her cute face per thrust through her entrance that releases healthy amounts of slick and wetness. That's the policy you've set, but you still find yourself breaking it, greedily thrusting more than you should and kissing three more times on whatever red skin that arrives below your lips. However, you maintain the easy rhythm you set as promised. You fear that if you don't, her poor privates would be too sore after this.

"Please, please, please, please..." Eunbi's face turns redder and her sex clings onto your limp shaft tighter. "Please, it feels so hot."

Eunbi is beside herself, but in a very good way. She loves how tight her stomach becomes when your slick girth enters her, and she's not afraid to show it.

Even with her unsilencing pleads, you make your sweet talk clear. "Everything about you is so pretty, gongju. So sweet. I wonder what would happen if I touch this cute little nub right here... hm? Oh, I never knew you could shout that loud, Eunbi-ya. Is it okay if I keep doing this...? Is it okay?"

Eunbi slaps her hand to her mouth, in a state of utter disbelief, because how can something feel this good? How can your words ignite such want in her? And in the midst of your sexes joining and your hand working on her clit, why does she still feel so safe?

Her palm deafens her screams, along with the broken gasp she let out when you begin to deftly rub her bundle of nerves up and down. Her legs join and are blocked by your busy hips, and her own rise high in the air. You never stop sweet-talking Eunbi, and although people like to label the words you whisper as "sweet nothings," they are the opposite to her: they're everything. She thrives on the tone of your voice and the drive of your hips, moaning senseless Korean and needy phrases of pleas. She loves the way you can make her so worked up, and also put her at ease with just a few sweet kisses. God, the one you place on her collarbone feels so much hotter than the others for a reason she cannot think of. She's constantly being veered to the edge by your consistent pumps.

You watch all those adorable expressions on her face change from needy to ecstatic to blissful in a span of minites. It turns you on so much how blushed her cheeks are, and how she can never meet your eyes without getting shy. Even at this point, she's still the same girl. Still the same princess.

"You okay, princess?" You let up on the stimulation on her clit when she's crying a little too loud. "You alright?"

In a fit of gasps, she nods. "Yes! I'm okay. Eunbi's okay."

"Want me to go slower?"

"A little..."

You feel as if a knife was just slashed into your heart. Did you hurt Eunbi? Was it too ambitious for a first time and maybe she was too afraid to tell you?

You stare into Eunbi's red, sweaty face and caress her cheek worriedly. "Did I hurt you?" you ask urgently.

"No... no, you did not." Eunbi closes her eyes for a few seconds, taking the time to breathe. She places a hand on her chest, which rises and falls to the rhythm of her pants. When she opens them, she gives you a small smile, round eyes shining with tears. "Don't worry, oppa, okayyy?"

She pats your cheek and lifts herself a little to kiss you again softly. She settles back on the bed with a giddy little grin. You have to purse your lips and look away to stop yourself from laughing at how adorable she is.

"Alright. You... god." You have to take a few breaths too. Your body is aching. "You still want to continue?"

"Yes, please."

Once you've gotten her explicit consent, you realize you are getting tired of standing. Your legs are starting to ache. As much as Eunbi felt amazing in this angle, you are guaranteed to shamefully fall to the floor if things continued like this. And you really don't want to embarrass yourself in front of your biggest crush. Not when you've gone this far.

An idea enters your mind. You take Eunbi in your arms, leaving her even more flustered, and set her on your lap as you sit down on your shared bed. She stares at you with her fingers pursed nervously in between her pretty lips, wondering how to act.

"Is it fine if we do it like this? My legs are killing me."

Her eyes are wide with concern, but then she figures out the idiom, slowly but surely. It's still something that she struggles with in English. Eunbi nods affirmatively.

Her legs shake, both from nervousness and the previous session, as they part. You guide her movements with your hands on her hips. However, she looks afraid when it's finally time for you to take her. You can see her anxiety in the shaking of her hands on your shoulders.

"Can I do it slowly, please?" she asks.

"Of course."

Eunbi takes in a deep breath, taking assurance from the rubs of your thumbs on her hips. They stutter a little once your tip and the lips of her pussy touch. You have to take in a deep breath to let the pleasurable sensation wave through you properly. And you have to breathe in harder at the sight of her bountiful breasts before you. They're truly eye candy, but they're not as pretty as Eunbi is.

That beautiful face of hers scrunches up in pain while yours does so in delight. She's even tighter in this position. However, for her, that's a large con. Her lower lip is starting to tremble.

"Hey, hey," you say, before you kiss it softly. You look deep into her teary eyes. You wish you can cast some sort of magic spell to take away those tears. It just hurts you to see her in pain. "Are you okay, sweetie? Do you want to stop?"

"Nooo, but..." She breaks into tears, and you so want to hug her tight and tell her it's fine if she doesn't want to do this right now. She has told you the opposite, but it still hurts for her.

She sits back on your thigh in defeat. You hold her tight and kiss her tears away. Her back shakes with sorrow, so you try to calm it with rubs of your hand. Eunbi's in such an unhappy state that you want to cry yourself.

"I want to, oppa," she tries to tell you. She wipes her face with her sleeve, rubbing the tip of her nose against it. "But it hurts like that. I do not understand... it did not hurt too much a while ago."

"If you want, I can just use my fingers," you say. It's fine to deny yourself of your own orgasm, just as long as she isn't hurt. "Do you want that?"

"Noooo. Just... please, let me do—" Eunbi stubbornly straddles you again, lifting her hips above your tip. You can't stop her once she puts her mind on something. You know that by now, so you let her sink down on barely an inch of your cock. Her pussy tightens even more, however, with each descent. She's frustrated; you can see it in the huff of breath she makes to the strands of baby hair that hang in front of her face.

But one thing Kwon Eunbi also has is determination. She relies on your soft whispers of "careful" and the tingly hot feeling she detects when she feels your appendage pulse. So she allows herself to fall further downwards, repressing the pain with a tight shut of her eyes, until she's almost taken it all. There's just one last inch.

"Clever girl," you sigh. The careful penetration, and oh god, the face she makes while doing it, has left you more than hot and bothered. She's gotten so soaked, and her breaths become more ragged with each exhale. "Clever girl, Eunbi-ya."

Eunbi, happy with the small milestone, lifts her hips again. "Hunghh, clever?"

"Yes. It means... ugh, it means smart. Quick to learn. W-witty."

You rack your head for easier synonyms to make Eunbi understand. But whenever you're almost at a new one, she interrupts your journey with a delicious squeeze of her cunt. And now, she's taken your cock till the base.

"Ahh, thank you, oppa. You're... witty, too."

You chuckle, then curse after she dips herself in a way that lets your cock truly and deeply feel how tight and wet she is. "Am I? God, Eunbi, you're so hot."

She giggles. Oh, she knows the meaning of that word. "You too~ But you're also very handsome. I... I like that about you. Makes me feel safe."

It's such a casual, sweet conversation that a watcher can immediately forgot that you and Eunbi are literally having sex. If one were to watch you in your bed right now, they'd be drawn to your adorable conversation, and not the appeal of Eunbi slowly learning how to ride you, or even her bouncing breasts. It's in this moment you learn the depth of your love for Eunbi. Sure, you've sometimes stopped and thought, "Wow, I really love this girl," but in this particular time, you actually see for yourself how you want her. You want her for her adorable laugh and witty replies to jokes, her effort to learn something even if it's difficult, the prettiness of her smile, and just her beautiful heart in general. You want and love everything about her, including her perfect traits and the imperfect ones that always manage to gleam in equal perfection to you.

Your heart just swells with appreciation for her. You hope that someday, she will love herself more, and in the way you do her.

Eunbi doesn't hurt anymore. She's slowly but surely quickening the rise and fall of her ass on your lap, making the bed create creaks that fall in sync with her movements. She purses her lips every once in a while, appreciating the good feeling of your dick piercing her and rubbing all the good spots, and soon, her moans resume.

They're soft. Adorably soft and sweet. Even the pitchy ones are good to hear. She tries to keep herself quiet, keeping it down to whines and gasps, but the way your cock curves and swells deep inside her triggers such ecstasy that she's constantly exclaiming. You groan too—her body fits perfectly in your hands. Her curves glide satisfyingly underneath your palms. And although her slick hole holds the natural virginal tightness that is occasionally inconvenient on her side for your size, you love it, too.

"It's... so... good, oppa," Eunbi says to you. Her voice is battered with pleasure. "You are so big inside me. It feels so good now. Y-you are so good. To me."

Kiss the smooth land of her chest, leaving one at the coast of her collarbone. Then, you especially give some to the large mountains that are her two perfect breasts. She hums pleasurably in return.

"Of course I'm good to you, Eunbi-ya," you singsong. "You're the sweetest and  prettiest girl I have ever met."

Yes, she is sweet, in every way and form. Her voice is as sweet as honey, as cliché as it may sound. Her attitude towards you and life is, too. And of course, who can forget her small and pretty tight hole, which welcomes you gladly and clings to you so as you may never exit.

Pretty is an obvious adjective for Kwon Eunbi. She's prettiness itself. Prettiness personified. To list everything about her that is pretty is like trying to list every word there is in each language, Western and Eastern, old dialects and new, unpopular and well-known.

"Ohh... you really mean it?" she asks. "You're really kind." Overcome with affection, she hugs you, leaving you free to take over her sides and bounce her onto you by yourself.

"Oh!" Eunbi gasps at the sharpness of your thrusts. She clings to you needily. "That... that feels so good, oppa. P-please keep doing it, please."

"Of course I will," you coo. Bounce your thigh as well to aid in the satisfying hump of Eunbi on your rod. "Anything else, darling?"

"Hah- ohhh." Even though you can't see it, you're sure that her eyes are lulling to the back of her head. "Faster, please, oppa? I promise I will be good, please!"

Eunbi makes long, whiny hums of pleasure against your shoulder. The girth of your cock, which once hurt her and even drove her to tears, is now the very thing that's making her moan happily. She circles her hips and helps you in slamming herself down in order to get more of you. She hears your grunts, and just the sound of them makes her so wet that she does her best to please you, kissing your neck of her own initiative and pressing her body flush against yours.

"It's... so... big, oppa. C-can I try something, please?"

You force yourself to stop. God, you were already so close. Try to hide your frustration, but Eunbi can read you like a magazine. She reaches up and kisses your forehead. "I'm sorryyy," she tells you. "I just want to do something, pretty please? Now that it does not hurt?"

"Anything for you."

"Okay. Ummm.... lie down, please! That side so it's comfy!"

You shift and back yourself down onto the bed. In this position, Eunbi is on top, taking her turn to show you what she's learned.

"Good. Tell me if it feels good, okay?"

"Sure thing. Be carefu—oh fuck."

Her technique is one thing that's enough to make you swear, but another is the curve of her body as she places her hands on your hips, and starts slamming her hips down on you. Oh, and the lip bite she does... where did she learn that?!

Eunbi throws her head back, losing herself in the pleasure. With the help of the view of her casual miniskirt riding up to the top of her ass, and her pussy slick and tight around you, you're brought to heaven.

"Hngh! Ahhh, does it feel good, oppa?" Somehow, she finds herself concerned. Her pleasured, cock-hungry expression slightly pairs with worry. What if she's doing it wrong? It's only her first time after all, and she's only doing what she thinks you like.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl, Eunbi!" you moan out. Your hips stutter on occasion, finding her pussy in vain even if it only withdraws for a split second. She's riding you so good, so perfectly. "Just... fuck, come here, gongju."

The classic nickname leaves your mouth to make way for Eunbi's lips and tongue when she leans down. You can feel her shudder in delight that she's doing it right, and it's so fucking wholesome and adorable that you hold her close to you, only allowing her butt to move away so it continues the thrusts.

Lock your lips with hers, holding her face in your hands. You smooth back her dark hair so you can feel her pink cheek and kiss it as well. Her worry causes her to awkwardly do nothing as you kiss her, but that's alright. You know she's nervous. One step at a time, as the folks say.

"Mmm, did I do it right?" Eunbi asks in between kisses. "Did I make you feel good?"

"Yes, of course you did. Perfectly."

"Ohhh, thank you, oppa! You curse when, when something is good or bad, so I had to make sure."

You laugh despite yourself. Despite you having the ultimate urge to passionately and fervently make love to this woman, with the other kinky things involved. Despite your doubts and worries about other problems in the back of your mind. Despite the love in your heart almost bursting out and onto her.

"God, I love you so fucking much, Eunbi."

"I love you too. Thank you. Thank you." Eunbi's lower body starts to jerk continuously, and her mouth opens in a small "o." "Hnghhh, oppa, it feels so hot! P-please!"

"I got you, baby. I got you."

You hold her tight and guide her through her first actual orgasm with a guy. Waves of pleasure ride through her body. She squeals loudly as she humps your cock desperately, overwhelmed by the hot feeling that started out in her clit, then spreads to all parts of her body. Her cry of pleasure deafens out yours. She leaks her nectar onto your appendage while your cum shoots deep inside her, making her feel warm all over again.

The two of you gasp intensely. Your breaths are hot against each other's numb skin. The bed is wet from your lovemaking, too. Make a mental note to change the sheets in the morning, and put a towel on it next time.

Next time?

You don't think about that for the time being. For now, you hold your girl in your arms. Her tired body lies on top of you like another blanket.

The two of you lie silence for a few minutes that feel longer than they are supposed to be. But they aren't awkward at all. Instead, they are precious time you spend basking in each other's warmth. As a wise man once said, the night is still young. There's no time that is wasted or will be.

The two of you are getting sleepy. You already see Eunbi trying to stay awake, in her own adorable way. So before any of you can doze off to dreamland, you press your lips to her skin and inhale her natural, baby-like scent.

"Happy birthday, princess," you whisper.

In spite of her own exhaustion, Eunbi smiles widely. She looks up at you in surprise. "You remembered?"

She's getting better with the past tense. She gets better in everything, actually, with each day that passes.

"What, you thought I'd forget?"

"No..."

"Come on, Eunbi-ya, don't lie to me." You playfully nuzzle her nose. It tickles and makes her giggle. "Is that why you cried earlier? And not just because of Hyewon?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

Huh, you'll give her that. And you'll talk about all those stuff later in the morning. For now, you cuddle Eunbi like a stuffed bunny toy to accompany you in your dreams, and hold her hand to commemorate one that has just come true.

[anti-dazai-blog]

The three generations of Double Black and their purpose, or lack thereof

In honor of my birthday, I was planning on making an analysis of whichever character has a birthday closest to mine. However, it seems like my birthday falls directly in between Natsume’s and Mori’s birthday (February 9th and 17th respectively, with my birthday being February 13th).

Which means I gotta combine the two and turn this into a closer look at the three generations of Double Black.

[for the sake of clarity I’ve decided to use “double black” here instead of soukoku, since soukoku is used more in reference to the ship than the duo]

Please note that I’m getting a lot of information from the bsd wiki, which I know isn’t always so accurate, but going through every chapter and light novel with Natsume or mention of the original framework he set up would not be a doable amount of work for me to complete today.

Natsume is still a figure of mystery in the BSD universe. We don’t know much about him—although he’s seen as some ultimate “good” in the sense that anything he says or does is considered “correct” by the characters he has interacted with. Although it may sound extreme, he’s practically deified. Both Fukuzawa and Mori, two characters who are strong leaders and do not often take orders from others, would readily abide by Natusme’s wishes. 

The framework he created—the tripartite framework—is something that they both agree MUST be abided by. The framework itself is questionable—the basis of it was to handle the issue of the extreme rise in criminal activity post-war. Rather than working towards curbing crime in any more standard way, his solution is having a guy working for him in the criminal underworld, and attempt to put a stop to the worst kinds of crimes through him. 

Fukuzawa, being a former assassin himself, most likely is familiar with and agrees with the concept of some crimes being worse than others, and some people being enough of an evil in the world and enough of a threat that they need to be killed. Remember, he didn’t quit his job as an assassin due to feeling it’s morally wrong to kill; he quit because it’s morally wrong to kill just for the sake of killing. So it’s reasonable enough that he’d find the tripartite framework to be a valid way of handling things, and have no problem with Mori working from the criminal underworld to keep things under control from there. 

Regardless of how unheard of this method of crime-stopping is, and how Fukuzawa and Mori’s blind faith in him could be dangerous if he were to be misguided or more morally grey, this method seems to be effective in the bsd world. We see that the mafia has the criminal underground under control, while the agency deals with crime that comes up to the surface, and the government dealing with civilian issues. And regardless of what conflict Mori and Fukuzawa have currently, the tripartite framework is something that they’re both equally invested in and consider necessary. 

Out of the (so-called) “three generations,” they are the most successful. They have been working together and fulfilling their shared goal for many, many years. No matter what conflict may come up, the framework is their top priority. They will ensure Yokohama is safe, and they will oversee their respective segments of it. They are both aware of their own roles and have a mutual respect for the other’s role.

Which brings us onto the duo Mori created—double black. As Mori said, he’s forcing them to work together in an attempt to duplicate something Natsume explained to him. Double Black is, at first, Mori’s pet-project or side hobby. It’s formed for nothing more than curiosity at first, but with Chuuya and Dazai’s individual skillsets and abilities, they ended up working together as the feared mafia duo we know them as. This duo works as an extension of Mori’s role in the framework, and because of that it’s certainly not the next part of the tripartite framework. Or rather, it wasn’t when Mori made it, and it wasn’t made with that intention. 

After Dazai left the mafia, double black changed. Now it’s no longer a mafia subgroup, because half of it is no longer in the mafia. From an external view, it acts as a dangerous last resort—a final defense against major threats. The people of Yokohama can rest easy, since if everything were to go very wrong, all hope is not lost unless double black is defeated—something that will probably never happen. 

But Dazai and Chuuya themselves don’t share the same sentiment. Unlike the original heads of the framework, these two aren’t on the same page about what they’re doing or their duo’s current status. To each of them, it’s just a job. They both want to protect Yokohama, and recognize that Yokohama’s safety is a byproduct of their work—but they don’t see “protecting Yokohama” as their job. It seems like they see each job as a one-off commission work. Their job isn’t “protect Yokohama,” it’s “defeat this one specific enemy and then go home.” 

And additionally, they’re on different pages regarding double black’s current status. It seems that Dazai views double black’s inactivity as something that happened due to his absence rather than him defecting—and now that he’s back, so is double black—hence, him referring to Chuuya as his partner. On the other hand, Chuuya views double black’s inactivity as something that happened due to Dazai defecting—double black was a mafia subgroup, after all, so it makes sense that if half of the duo isn’t under mafia employment, the duo cannot be currently active. Hence, him declaring Dazai his “ex-partner.”

As things stand, they’re working more closely to the tripartite framework’s successors, since now they’re (1) positioned at opposite ends of the criminal underworld, and (2) working towards a common goal of protecting Yokohama. However, until they both realize that their official job and duty is protecting Yokohama (rather than that just being a biproduct of their work) and until they both mutually agree to work towards that shared goal together—each on their respective sides of things—they won’t be able to truly be the inheritors of the tripartite framework.

Now for Dazai’s “new generation of double black.” Whether or not Dazai’s fully aware of the tripartite framework, its origins and its purpose is up for debate. And whether he views himself and Chuuya as an extension of that is even more unlikely. So since we can assume he’s basing this “new generation of double black” off of an incomplete picture of what double black was and what it currently is, we know right off the bat it’s going to be flawed. 

There’s truly no reason for a “new generation,” especially when the “old” generation is around two years older than them, and significantly more capable and powerful. It’s clear from Dazai’s interactions with them that creating this new generation is both a fun hobby of his, and possibly a way for him to get other people to do jobs he’d be assigned to otherwise. It serves no real greater purpose than that. They’re convenient sometimes, but there are always other ability users who could easily do what they’ve done, but better. 

Only half of this new duo even has any idea of what they’re trying to replicate. Akutagawa has a vague idea of what double black was, and strives to mimic what he thinks they do. He doesn’t have a very complete or thorough understanding of them—as he tries to explain to Atsushi, to his knowledge, double black worked as “Dazai is Smart Guy, Chuuya is Strong Guy, they win by being Brain and Brawn.” We see that this isn’t really the case—both Dazai and Chuuya are well-rounded and each are individually capable of both physical combat and strategy. Yet all the new generation has to work off of is this game of broken telephone passed through mafia rumors, to Akutagawa, to Atsushi. 

And even so, neither of them understand any real greater purpose to what they’re doing—and it’s unclear if there truly is any purpose to it. They too see it as individual fights rather than a grander purpose, but in their case, they’re right. 

And to take it a step further, they aren’t a formal duo in the first place. They never officially formed. They’re just miming the roles that Dazai told them to play with no real understanding of what’d going on. “The new generation of double black” isn’t a title they’ve ever officially been given—sure they’ve been called that by Dazai, but it’s not something that would even go on any paperwork. Their opponents don’t see them as some feared duo, they see them as an unfortunate collaboration they now must deal with. Akutagawa’s outright ditching work to go do these jobs—at least with double black Dazai clearly has some contact through the agency for when he’s assigned to double black/ mafia collaboration missions. 

In short, no one outside of Dazai (and possibly Akutagawa) sees any connect between Akutagawa and Atsushi to any former well-known duos. 

In summary—the three “generations of double black” were formed for vastly different purposes, and even though double black is converging to align with the tripartite framework, the newest variant of it is way off base. 

Natsume will need to step in and sort this out if the newest generation aligns with his wishes, and if not, I think he should step in and sort stuff out anyway—things in the bsd universe have been getting pretty messy for a while now, and it would be nice to have a leader around who both Fukuzawa and Mori would listen to.

[the-banana-0verlord]

 Speechless (Sebek Zigvolt x reader)

Note: Gn reader, Sebek birthday special.

***

Putting up with Sebek was impossible for most people. He was loud, arrogant and annoying. You had your difficulties with him too, but you were one of the only ones who actually hangoud out with him. On his side, he tolerated you, at best.

You were also in the same class, facilitating your contacts. Today, you were taking Alchemy class and you have been designated as partners. The assigment was a simple potion that made you understand languages you couldn’t normally.

“Luckily for us, he boasted, my mentor Lilia has told me all about this elixir, as he had used it many times! The ingredient we need to add is an alligator scale!

-Uhm, I’m pretty sure the textbook says a crocodile scale...

-Nonsense, Human! It is the word of Lilia, it certainly wouldn’t be wrong!

-If you say so.”

Begrudgingly, you put the scale in the couldron. Few minutes later, the potion was ready. You read a phrase in old Scalding Sands, a phrase he was supposed to translate to you. But when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

“Sebek, are you okay?” You asked.

He was too busy panicking and gripping his throat to respond. The professor Crewel, noticing the distress, approached the two of you.

“What is going on? He slapped his whip against his hand.

-Sebek seems to have lost his voice, sensei, you answered while the boy was silently screaming in frustration.

-Go to the nurse’s office. It’s probably nothing but it might be a symptom of something worse.

-Yes, sir.”

***

“Upon inspection, the nurse announced, it’s just an effect caused by a potion created by the Sea Witch. It should be gone in about three days. But I’m curious, how did you manage to create it? The recipee was lost ages ago.

-We put an alligator scale instead of the crocodile one in our polyglot potion.

-Ah, rookie mistake.”

Sebek looked like he was going to jump at the trhoat of nurse Gothel.

“Well anyways, there’s nothing I can do for him. I’ll write him a note exempting him of animal linguistics class.”

***

The path back to class was very akward. You were used to his constant blabbering, so it was strange.

“So, I was thinking you might need someone to help you translate things to others, so if you want I can do it.”

He opened his mouth, but closed it when he remebered he couldn’t speak. Instead, he got his phone out and typed something at the speed of light.

I don’t need a human to tend to me! I’ll be fine by myself, thank you very much!

“Oh, okay then.”

At that, you parted ways.

***

The next day, you were eating lunch in the cafeteria when Sebek sat loudly next to you. He presented his phone to you, looking away.

If your offer still stands, I’m taking it. Mind you, I’m doing this because I pity you, not because I need it.

Turns out, communicating without speaking was way harder than he thought. He was forced to admit he needed your help. His face betrayed his offense when you burst out laughing.

“Of course, Sebek the Great, I will help you.”You teased.

Malleus is the great one, not me!

***

With your assistance, the three days went by fast. By being his translator, you were able to smooth his behavior towards others.

And truth is, he began to appreciate you more. Before, he saw you as just a lonely human who stuck to him because they had no friends. Now, he respected you, and even develloped some sort of... Fondness for you. One that he wouldn’t admit over his dead body.

He was also able to have a heart to heart with Lilia about the potion ingredient confusion. The latter admitted it was a prank and didn’t think Sebek would take his word for it.

Few days later, you found the boy at your doorstep, flowers in hand. Before you could utter a word, he shoved them in your face.

“As a thank you for helping me when I was incapable of speanking, I will treat you to a restaurant. And don’t interpret it wrongly, Master Lilia made me do it!”

You carefully took the bouquet.

“Oh, they’re lovely. When is it gonna be?

-Tonight at seven. Do not be late!

-I won’t don’t worry.

-Very well, I will await for your presence!”

***

You approached Sebek, who was waiting for you in front of the Monstro Lounge. When he heard your footsteps, he turned to face you.

“Ah, Human! Do you know you’re one minute and 35 seconds late?! Of course, as I am kind, I will let it slide,but-”

He stopped mid-sentence, staring at you while a pink tint spread across his face. For the occasion, you had worn the prettiest thing in your cupboard.

“Sebek? Are you okay? Does the potion still affect you? You asked worriedly.

-N-no, everything is fine. You look... Not bad, for a human.

-I’ll take it as a compliment. Shall we go in?

-Of course!”

Together, you entered the restaurant. Feigning like he was looking the other way, he enterwined your fingers with his.

***

Have a good day/night!

[obiscribbles]

Birthday Week! - October 2023 'Down To Earth' - Peter Gabriel, Soweto Gospel Choir Spotify / YouTube

My birthday is this week soooooooo we all get to enjoy my afab Obi-Wan :3

Enjoy!

View a week early on my Patreon!

[roselyn-writing]

A piece I made for my Birthday and Aliyaa Birthday, Featuring me on the left and Aliyaa on the right! I made this instead of writing, because I don’t feel like writing for my birthday special, So I did this instead to celebrate my birthday! 🥳🥳🎉🎂

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Passionate Gift

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries!🍓! This is a birthday special for Chris Evans! Sorry if there are any mistakes discovered.

DISCLAIMERS!: MINORS DNI. FEMALE READER, I'LL LET YOU READ MY FIC, BUT DO NOT FETISHIZE IT. IF I FIND OUT ABOUT THIS, ALL FEMALE READERS WILL BE BANNED. REMEMBER: THIS IS FICTION! I MEAN NO OFFENSE, HARM, OR DISRESPECT TO ANY OF THESE CELEBRITIES.

Requested? Yes or no?

Pairings: Chris Evans x Husband reader

Rating: Smut/fluff

Warnings: nothing too major, just some fluff and passionate smut.

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: You are the husband of Chris Evans, and you want to do something special for his birthday. And you have the perfect gift for him. (Chris is kinda stupid in the beginning.)

Chris’s eyes twitched open as the sun’s rays peered through the curtains. The room was illuminated, dust particles can be seen. He groaned as he didn’t want to get up. 

Chris laid back down and moved to his side to cuddle with you. You were awakened when you felt large arms wrapping around you and your back being pressed against his naked chest. He pushes his head into your nape, placing small kisses. 

You laughed quietly as his kisses tickled your neck. “Good morning.” you said, turning to your side to face your husband. “Morning, my love.” he said in a husky voice. His morning voice was hot to you.

You only smiled at him as you got up from your position. “Where are you going?” Chris said, getting up, you could see his amazing abs and the tattoos that littered his body. You smirked as you didn’t respond and walked out into the kitchen.

Chris really didn’t know it was his birthday today.

He followed you into the kitchen where he saw you making some food. Dodger was also awake and began barking. He was running all over the place, being playful and cute. You stopped what you were doing and went to go feed him. 

After pouring his food into his bowl, you went back to making some food. Chris could only stare at you and wonder, “how did I get a man like you?” Chris couldn’t hold himself back, he wanted your touch. 

He wrapped his arms around you, laying his head on your shoulder. “Can you tell me, why are you so happy?” Chris said, you can only laugh at him. 

“Do you not know what day it is today?” Chris immediately pulled back and went into a panic. ‘It can’t be our anniversary! That isn’t until a few more months!’ his mind was going all over the place. 

“You don’t know, do you?” Chris shook his head. “No…” you sighed at him. “It's your birthday! How can you forget?” He didn't know it was his birthday today. 

“Happy birthday, dummy.” you latched your lips onto his. Chris kissed back as he pulled you closer to him. It was only then you smelled something burning that you pulled back from each other. 

You quickly turn off the stove before something else happens. 

“I’ll just order some breakfast…” 

XxXxXxXxXxX

Many people on social media congratulated Chris turning 41. You couldn’t believe he was 41, he looked to be in his late 20s. 

You and Chris spent the day playing with Dodger and watching movies while cuddling together. It was at that time when Chris’s parents showed up to celebrate along with his siblings. After the party was over and everyone went home, you decided to give Chris his birthday gift. 

Both of you were laying down in bed, Chris taking everything off and getting into bed with you. “Today was amazing.” Chris said, pulling closer to him. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, but I have one more gift for you.” Chris raised his eyebrow. You moved onto his lap and kissed his neck. Chris groans as you nimble and kiss his neck while also grinding against him. Your cock was growing against his abdomen.

You could feel his cock growing against your ass. His hands moved all over your body until they reached your ass. He played with it like it was dough. “F-fuck.” he groans. Your tongue moved down until you reached his cock. 

Not waiting any further, you swallowed his cock. He was about 7 inches, but really thick. Chris moans loudly as your wet mouth swallows him. His eyes rolling back in pleasure and hand moving through your hair. 

Chris could feel his orgasm already coming. Its been awhile since you both had time to pleasure yourselves, let alone have sex. “I-I’m close!” Chris moans as his cocks throbs in your mouth. You pulled back after hearing his cry. 

His cock glistens with your saliva. You moved to the drawer and grabbed the lube. You popped open the bottle and squeezed out a generous amount onto his cock and started to lube your ass. “Are you ready?” Chris nodded his head as he held you. 

You slowly descend down his cock, the girth spreading your walls to the side. “I-its been awhile…” Chris moans as he feels your ass tighten around him. You couldn’t hold yourself up and collapsed into his chest. 

“We can stop.” Chris said as he held you. You shook your head. “I-I can do this.” His cock was now fully inside you and he waited for you to adjust yourself. After a few moments of getting comfortable, you gave him confirmation. 

“I’ll go slow. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Chris said, slowly pushing his cock inside and pulling out. He lifted your chin and kissed you. Your hands resting on his chest. His cock kept hitting your prostate and you could feel the electricity go through your veins and up to your brain. 

“Y-your cock… it feels so good.” You moan, your cock was throbbing against his chest from the stimulation. Chris was on the verge of cumming as his cock couldn’t take it anymore. 

“I’m gonna cum!” Chris kept thrusting until his cock bursted inside you. His cum painting your insides, balls throbbing as it ejaculates more. His eyes rolled back as he emptied inside you. At the same time, your cock spurted its cum all over the chest. 

The room was filled with both of your moans and it smelt like sex and sweat. 

Chris lays down, breathing heavily as you collapse onto his chest. “I love you, M/n” Chris kissed your forehead. “I love you too, my big man.” 

THE END. 

A/n: The smut was rushed because I’m tired. I still hoped you enjoyed and happy birthday, Chris Evans! Anyways, bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

TAGS!: @spnfanboy777 @meyocoko @buckyshusband0 @mack-thedork @sluttyhusband @wolf-knights @chrisevansxmalereader @blurredx18 @zamfam4272 @ghostking4m @maxxioislost

[eisblumenblues]

I have a birthday 2day. I'd really happy if you repost some of my '23-'24 works, thank you!

[picmurasaki]

Gladio mentioned he missed the 'bunny girls' in Insomnia. So here's his friends making that dream come true!🤣

Happy Birthday, Gladio!🥳💜

[godly-feh-edits]

(Mod Toto) Made a little birthday present for Xanthe Huynh! (Marianne and Eir's VA) ft. Ditto because I've heard it's her favorite 😆✨

[devil666132020]

IT IS JASON PETER TODD'S BIRTHDAY TODAY SO HAVE 2 FICS FROM MOI!

Does the front look wonky? It should, anygay here's the fics ✨

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49394104