#IM SO EXCITED SRY THIS IS LONG !!!

[kingzombear]

art thou planning to include the background ponies in spectra fever? mine interest is piqued!

*lines up Doomed Yuri beam*

TAKE THE SHOT

[waldoef]

it is a little early for the blues, is it not? six fourty-five ( ¹⁸ : ⁴⁵ ) in the evening on a friday night, sat on fresh cotton sheets still radiating the sweet odour of lavender and overcompensation. emily gilmore seems to enjoy a good prospect, especially for hosting a guest who seems to scrunch her nose up at the slightest of differences, the 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 now just a blur of a memory in her mind. . . a distance she can no longer reach. it was embarrassing enough having to be banished from new york city as a whole, but to hartford? THAT'S THE NEXT BEST THING? (what, the hamptons were closed this time of year?) and sure, setting fire to your headmistress' office 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 warrant some time away from loved ones and potential beau's, especially if the match was lit with your mind and all, but the worst of the worst seems to be this: on the other side of that door, with it's drapes and fall decor, there's a dinner with dinner guests that she's going to have to pretend to care for at this moment in time, the most daunting activity of the evening being the act of having to make sense of whatever comes out of lorelai gilmore's mouth. and to worsen the blow, there very well may be a mention of yale that slips out of her daughter's mouth, and if so she'll blow. let's just hope she doesn't set 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 house on fire with that pesky mind of hers.

she's opted out of a dress for tonight, instead snug in a fitted pale pink button up ontop of a black tennis skirt, pearls situated right underneath an unbuttoned collar. those ringlet brown curls remain tight, clasped with a black headband and curtain bangs staying exactly where they've been since before she was ready: framed over thin brows. every feature is sharp, dark features accentuated by the dark hue of her chocolate hair, ebonies a dark flutter too. velvets are a wine shade, cheeks matching the berry hue, and her manicured toes sit comfortably in dior kitten heels. she is pristine, polished, dolled up to a T if only she felt as good as she looked. she's made it out of her room, gracefully made her grand entrance down the spiral of the gilmore stairs, exchanged pleasantries and coy greetings with all the adults in the room. and when they disperse and she's left holding a shirley temple, doe eyes betray their natural state as they narrow towards the youngest gilmore. a sip is taken, and it's very clear how she feels about the absence of alcohol in her system as of now.

@girlmore, * " what happened? you used to put up a fight. " ( ˀ )

it's funny, hearing it said back to her. rory's only picked up on something in the first five minutes they've spent since blair's arrived, something that has been eating at blair for the past year. MY, SHE REALLY DID USED TO PUT UP A FIGHT, HUH? she would be a force to be reckoned with, carrying a mini flask that would accompany her drinks every friday night dinner she had the honour of attending with her mother, even if it were every six months or so. and now, she's a pathetic sight. she looks beautiful, fresh faced and not one hair out of place, but there's something different. . . those doe eyes now have creases of wear underneath, bags that point to not enough sleep, and that usual scowl on her face isn't as playful as usual: if anything, she looks depressed. ❛❛ 𝓝ot a lot worth fighting for anymore. ❜❜ it almost makes her gag, just how easily the self deprecation spills out. brows knit together in a moment of relapse, a glimpse of the 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛 evident to signal a throwdown of some sort. ❛❛ please. i get that the whole "deer in the headlights" look is kind of your thing, but surely you're not that naive. emily must've told you why i'm here. ❜❜ and with that, her promise to stay quiet about the whole yale fiasco goes straight down the hatch, just like the shirley temple. ❛❛ i'm sure you'd just looove to tell me that this is what i deserve, especially after giving you hell for the past year or so. so have at it, gilmore. I'M HERE ALL NIGHT. ❜❜

[nomaishuttle]

IM LIKE HAVING A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS RELISTEN SRY. IDK WHY I PUT IT OFF SO LONG IM LITERLLY SKIPPING IN CIRCLED

[oneeyedlove]

The dance of desire.

Prologue

summary | Malora Martell had been betrothed to the future heir to the Iron Throne, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, from a very early age. The arrangement was meant unify the kingdoms and the hearts of the young royals but an unexpected obstacle interfered with such intentions: Prince Aemond’s obsession with the dornish young woman.

pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Martell!oc x Jacaerys Velaryon

wordcount | 377

tags | mentions of death, character introduction.

note | Hii, Im sry ive been so inactive lately but im finally back! This is a brief introduction to my oc and the story in itself, there will be MANY more chapters. This WILL be a love triangle cause im in love with both of them. Also there WILL be plot changes and my oc’s story is probably not gonna make much sense with canon. English is not my first language and this is my first time writing an actual book (i will be cross posting on wattpad and maybe Ao3) so any suggestions are appreciated! Enjoy reading 💕

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For as long as she could recall, Mallora Martell wished for that which she could never have.

As early as infancy, the girl ached with a desire for adventure. Inspired by the tales of her ancestor, Princess Nymeria, every waking thought was devoted to imagining herself as a fearless warrior, leading a fleet of Dornish ships to conquer foreign lands.

As the moons passed, another fervent desire consumed her heart. She yearned for a younger sister, a companion who would look up to her with unwavering admiration, just as she did to own older sibling, Aliandra. And though she held no resentment towards her twin brother, the boy had proved himself a match to herself in each and every aspect – fact that excluded him as the target of her cravings. The day their mother revealed her third pregnancy was a moment of unbridled joy for the girl. It felt as if the Seven had finally heard her silent prayers, bestowing upon her at least one of her wishes. Yet, unbeknownst to her, a hidden cost would follow such blessing.

The blissful day arrived when her long-awaited sister was born, but instead of unrestrained happiness, the event stirred a new desire within Mallora. Frantic prayers and anguished screams were hurled towards the heavens, though it seemed the gods paid no heed. Her mother met her fate in the same bed that welcomed her sister into the world – a cruel curse of destiny that enveloped them both.

At the tender age of five, the young Martell refrained from seeking anything, her once hopeful and imaginative persona hidden inside a sorrowful heart. The Prince of Dorne, her father, became absent after his wife’s death; a broken shell of the man he used to be. Alongside him, the laughter and excitement that echoed through the halls of Sunspear ceased, grieve tackling the family’s spirit. But in the quiet of a single,dark night, Mallora allowed herself to wish again. A fleeting glimpse of the need to escape her reality made itself known: she wished to be far away from her home, to be someone else entirely.

It is said that fate has a strange sense of humor, and sometimes, in its twisted game, one gets exactly what they wished for.

[milkpup]

✧ tattoo artist!sukuna thoughts...✧

@g00miato (god bless this artist)

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›› sukuna x f!reader drabble / thirst

‹𝟹 tags: au- no powers, au - tattoo artist, praise, sukuna is actually nice wtf???, pet names, implied oral, being called a good girl

‹𝟹 notes: ty to pookie @navi-n0 for the idea and for beta reading my shiiii :3 didn't think this would be hot but DAMN O_O sry to my readers for the ending :3 should i make it a full oneshot? tysm to @g00miato god tier jjk artist, im a simp fr

the way you were utterly excited to be inked by sukuna, not only because of his innate artistic talent, or even his good looks, but the fact that he was a sweet talker… or so you heard.

he would always take extra time prepping the skin, making sure it’s smooth and ready for the placement. he would meticulously place his stencil on, making sure you were satisfied with the placement but that ultimately he would be too. he wanted to be proud of it.

although he looks intimidating, and maybe he is a little, he’s ultimately super sweet when he’s in artist mode. constantly checking in on you every 20 minutes, momentarily stopping the buzzing of the tattoo gun to ask if you’re okay. you would always answer yes, this was nothing honestly. sukuna would grin and praise u, purring out things like “good girl” “you’re taking it so well”…

this. this was why you booked him. you were basically locked in at that point. every new tattoo idea you had, you came to him first. you would never admit it, but his little praises had you addicted.

it got to the point you didn’t even come up with the ideas anymore, you just asked him to ink you. you wanted to be his canvas. you would let him put anything on your body if he praised you for it. and he always did.

you always tried your best not to squirm or move around, but every little praise or comment had your body feeling. you couldn’t even feel the sensation of the needle pressing ink into your skin— all you could think about was the way his hand meticulously gripped the tattoo gun, how his bicep would flex, how he’d look up at you sometimes, studying you. one particular comment, “such a good girl, yeah?” had you softly whimpering out and jolting momentarily. his rough hand gripped your thigh, holding you into place. “be careful, princess” he warned. his sessions were usually private, no one else around to hear the glorious praises he would purr out with his sultry voice, every word dripping with tension.

he loved the complete and utter trust you gave him. sukuna loved that you were his personal project, his canvas, his toy. his gloved hands would linger a little too long when wiping the ink. he always admired his work, but this time he’s just admiring the canvas in front of him. it fills him with satisfaction seeing evidence of your trust in him literally inked onto your body.

“it looks amazing, ___” but he wasn’t talking about the tattoo. he was looking at you, every part of your body covered with him. he made his final wipe on the fresh tat, revealing the intricate design. “you were such a good girl this time.” he wraps your tattoo after cleaning it.

you smiled, “thank you~”

“you’re welcome, doll. on your knees so you can pay me now, sweetheart~”

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[watchmegrowfat]

Hi! Was just wondering if I could ask for some advice! Long story short I recently realized I was into soft feedism as a male feeder! I brought it up to my partner who LOVES to eat and eating already makes her feel so happy well we tried to connect food and pleasure and unfortunately it brought up trauma and insecurities! Well we are conditioning her to become a hopelessly addicted fvck toy already so I decided to start trying to subconsciously condition her to connect the two! I think it’s going good within the last week I’ve been praising her when it comes to eating lots of you’re doing good or good job when she finishes asking if she’s excited for her meals or snacks as well as praising burps and telling her she’s a good girl when she eats until she says she’s full which latley she says that then has a couple sweets on top of it! She’s starting to mindlessly moan while eating eyes rolling back and all! As well as eating more than she ever has before and now I can visually tell she’s more rounded and stuffed throughout the day this past week with no complaints like before!! Also the past couple days specifically when I’m pleasuring her I make sure to do lots of belly rubs during especially during cumming or orgasms! In fact last night I’m pretty sure I caught her rubbing and kneading her stomach by herself while I was pleasuring her! Do you think these are good signs? Also do you have any tips?

Wow that's a whole lot of question 🙈🙈🙈

First of all I think its sounds mutual. So keep going. And tips? Sry im in a non feederism relationship so o have no Idea how it works 😅

[changbinsboobs]

Skz: Boobs, Ass, Face, Waist or Legs?

Chan - not really getting a definitive answer he just likes athletic women, tall, slender and athletic. If i have to suck an answer out of my fingers i'd say he likes long legs.

Lee Know - Long legs, muscular juicy thights. Thats it!

Changbin - face and BOOBS!!!! For the face card again i didn't get a definitive answer, it was more like a vibe, he likes very womanly dainty and almost fragile lookign women, very feminine, inncocent - like a fairy. A woman he can protect and feel like a man next to her. This is more of a vibe but i say face, because i think he likes fairy, feline or fish looking faces. Something natural.

Hyunjin - this one cracked me up cuz two cards were like FEET 😂 and it wasn't even part of the question. But yeah apart from feet he likes pretty, trained waists. Kinda looking like his.

Han - boobs. I don't think he's impressed by much else, unless maybe also by nice looking legs but thats not the main focus here.

Felix - also boobs. Damn guys its all boobs and no ass so far whats happening?! Also he wants to point out he loves being served cunt and he also likes some mass and heaviness. He's into chubbiness for women or muscle mass with men (ya'll do not wanna see the card i got for this i got a bit scared when i first looked at it, that king looks REALLY scary). He's the only guy i could say he's also interested in some ass but again boobs and chubbiness overall is much mire in the front.

Seungmin - for seungmin he has a similar type to ghan is what he wanted to point out. So apparently they may often like the same type of women or even the same women, may have similar or the same celebrity crushes etc. thats interesting. He also doesnt really give me an answer to my question, bro just tells me he'll do his duty as a man and respond to a call/provocation accordingly without being picky (im sry WHAT💀) so yeah i think he doesnt really pay much attention to that at the end a woman is a woman and...ok nope. Not saying that...anyways theres no preference for him when it comes to those.

I.N - Once again boobs and...not necessarily ass but hips for sure, also the belly area below the bellybutton, whwre the private area starts. He LOVES that. Ugh. Theres a card i cant really decipher? Like he wants to have light in the dark? Does he want to see it all? Isn't really on topic but anyways. Maybe means he's just very visual? Anyways he also says that he's very easy to...impress, lets say, and that it doesnt take much to excite him which leads me to believe its not just boobs and hips etc that he finds arousing - its everything. Those few are just for some extra umph and he doesnt care if the boobs or belly are "pretty" or not he's just happy they're there and he can enjoy them.

[audr3yyyyy]

hiiiiii can i request a jake enemies to lovers fic? like reader is friends with tara and carrington but always “hated” jake for some reason, and he doesn’t like her either. i put “hated” in quotes bc they don’t actually hate each other, they just never got along and find each other annoying but you know… there’s always also been sexual tension. and it could start out really angsty but escalate into them having an argument that ends with them hooking up / realizing they’re attracted to each other. doesn’t have to be smut if u don’t want it to, idk you can really do whatever you want but ik ur rules said to be specific hehe :) IF YOU DO THIS ILL BE SO EXCITED WE NEED MORE JAKE CONTENT ON THIS APP I FEEL LIKE IM ONE OF THE MAIN JAKE WRITERS AND THERE NEEDS TO BE MOREEEE !!!!

- gray aka @sh4wty18 🦇

who's gonna get fucked first? (pt.1)

MDNI 18+ enemies to lovers, fem!reader, little angst, jake and reader being rude but they don't mean it, forced proximity, 'betting on a hookup' trope (super wattpad, ik leave me alone) secondary pov of carrington & jonhnnie is split up with the pink dividers !!!! *not proofread sry, it's late :3

maybe you were the biggest hypocrite alive. for months you've verbalized your severe disliking for jake ― a mutual "friend" of yours through carrington. heavy on the quotes.....you wouldn't exactly call him a friend. he made your blood boil sometimes and you weren't quiet about it. but to be fair, neither was he. you were certain he hated you just as much as you hated him. his little glares, scoffs, and insults were fucking constant. god, the amount of times you've threatened to run him over with his own tesla.....too may to count. he had this innate ability of knowing just how to get under your skin and it makes you to strangle him ― which you probably could, if only you could reach him. he was stupidly tall and you hated it. you hated his stupid long, muscular arms littered with dumb tattoos. his stupid black hair and how it looked all wet at the last pool party he threw. how easily he picked you up and tossed you into the water at said party, as if you weighed nothing. you were so mad when he did that, but he just laughed and pointed like a dumbass. what you hated the most, though, was how many little things you "hated" and how they seem to never leave your brain. you'd never tell anyone, but you've had dreams about him. they're never too long or detailed, but lewd nature of them is enough for you to wake up in a cold sweat, shaky and confused.

unfortunately, with sharing the same friend group and being around him constantly, you haven't really had time to figure this whole ordeal out. you'd planned to sweep it under the rug, continuing to hate him and the match the energy he gave you, but it seems as though carrington and johnnie have other plans for you two.

"i told you guys, i can go get the food. i don't mind." you practically beg them as carrington grabs his keys and johnnie slips his boots on.

carrington shakes his head, placing his hands on your shoulders and gently pushing you back to your seat on the couch next to jake. "no, no, no. nice try, you're not getting out of this." he cracks a satisfied grin at how closely you sit next to jake. "see! that wasn't hard, huh? you two don't always have to be trying to kill each other, you can get along and be happy! that's all we want!" carrington beams ecstatically, nudging johnnie to chime in.

johnnie jolts back from the force of carrington's nudge, "ow-but yeah he's right. and also i just want this whole bullshit to be over. it's honestly really annoying to have to break up your arguments all the time. and i don't like confrontation, it stresses me out."

"well, there wouldn't be any argument's if y/n wasn't always trying to pick a fight with me." jake quips, reaching forward for a redbull from the center table.

you immediately frown at his words, "i'm the one that picks fights? oh, that's fucking rich. you're the one always making me the butt of every joke and attacking every little thing that i do."

carrington steps in, interrupting jake before he can get a word out, "well, okay! we're gonna leave you guys to it. this is good a start, sort letting it all out ― i like it. we'll be back with the food and drinks in an hour or so, which means you have plenty of time to squash whatever this is, yeah?" he slowly steps back towards the front door, speaking calmly, as if the wrong tone will set you two off completely.

johnnie nods along, following carrington, "just please don't actually kill each other."

jake laughs a little at how genuinely scared johnnie is, "johnnie, we're not gonna kill each other, calm down. we're just gonna talk, like carrington said."

"yay, i can't wait." you deadpan, sarcastically.

"that's the spirit! i believe in you!" carrington cheers, swinging the door open and leaving alongside johnnie.

the minute the door shuts, the room falls dead silent. the air is thick and, for some reason, your heart starts to beat quicker. jake clears his throat and adjusts his position on the couch, facing you more now.

"if this is about throwing you into the pool, then-"

"yeah, that was a dick move..." you say flatly, avoiding his eyes and keeping them on what little space there was between you two. "i'm gonna have water in my ears till christmas...."

jake stifles a laugh, trying to keep his face neutral, "you were being a buzzkill, i had to lighten up the mood! the whole party you were hiding around and being weird. i thought maybe you just needed to loosen up." he shrugs, taking a swig of his drink.

"loosen up?" you squint your eyes at him, unhappy with his choice of wording.

"yeah, you heard him. sometimes....most of the time," he corrects himself, "you kind of have a stick up your ass."

your frown grows deeper and you scoff at him, "wow."

"what??? is that so wrong to say? it's fucking true! look, i don't know what or when, but i must of done something for you to always avoid me. and when you're not avoiding me, you're bitching about something. i don't get it!" jake's voice starts to rise, visibly becoming upset.

"okay, don't act like you haven't been shitty too. always picking on me and embarrassing me. you make me feel so fucking stupid all the time, jake, and it drives me crazy!" it was your turn to raise your voice, albeit a little uneven. your face started to feel hot and, suddenly, you were all too aware of the veins on his forearms as he scratched the back of his neck. wait....

"uh, maybe i should text jake to see how it's going." johnnie sighs in the passenger seat, digging for his phone from his pocket while carrington drives.

"dude, we're not even out of the neighborhood yet, no. give it time, i'm sure they're just fine." carrington says suggestively, trying to contain a smirk.

"why are you talking like that? you're scaring me." jonhnnie puts his phone back away.

"oh, c'mon. i thought it was super obvious." carrington's eyes flick between johnnie and the road, seeing if johnnie is understanding.

"what do you mean?"

carrington laughs at johnnie's oblivion, "jake and y/n want to fuck each other." he states bluntly.

"WHAT?" johnnie yells,"no they don't, they definitely don't. you've seen how they bicker, right? she threatened to run him over! remember that?"

"nah, it's textbook enemies to lovers, trust me. it's like the shit on tumblr with the sexual tension and stuff."

"jesus christ, do you even hear yourself right now? you sound insane. if they wanted to fuck each other so bad, then why are they so mean to each other?"

"because, dude, think about it. first of all, they both have huge egos and don't like to admit shit, even if it's true. second of all, they're, like, never alone just the two of them.....until now, of course."

johnnie puts his hands out in front of him for some kind of mental stability, "wait, wait, slow down....you planned this didn't you? is that why you ordered pizza from another fucking area code and didn't let y/n pick it up?"

"guilty." carrington admits, switching lanes.

"you scare me."

"hey! you said it yourself, the bullshit bickering is getting old. so, if this is what it takes to end it then, what's little time out of the house, huh?" carrington aggressively judges johnnie again.

"ow-okay, but what are the odds they actually hookup? like, if we're being realistic here. because, honestly, i don't think they're gonna."

carrington hums, checking the directions on his phone at the red light. he's quiet for a moment, clearly scheming, before the light turns green and finally speaks confidently,"wanna bet?"

sooooo smutty part 2 or what?

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[connormoving]

i unlocked a new voice earlier btw but i cant do it that much bc it requires me to be nervously laughing and breathing very heavily and it had me gasping for breath for like 30 minutes

[bsdawgz]

TOUCHING YOURS ... hunting dogs: michizō tachihara & saigiku jōno

content: f!reader. MDNI! this is straigh p*rn kinda. established relationship (tachihara). threesome. friendly competition. bj, cunnilingus, plenty of praise, pet names (baby, angel), some degradation (slut), rough sex, and some fluff <3

a/n: im sry ive been gone for so long but i missed you all and im so grateful for those who have been checking up on me <3 this is for my tachi gang it took me so long to write and i was working on it before my hiatus so i hope its ok >.<!

summary: sharing is caring... sometimes ♡

"Don't be so rough with her, Jōno," your boyfriend warns as he helps you ease into the mattress. "This is her first time doing something like this." You nod up at Jōno who, up close, is bit taller than you remembered and a lot scarier than you anticipated. You flinch as he reaches for you, having heard rumors of him being the most sadistic of the Hunting Dogs, but to your surprise his touch is completely harmless, maybe even gentle. He twirls a strand of your hair around a gloved finger, then laughs softly, amused by your frightened expression as you ease onto your back hesitantly.

He scoffs at Tachihara's words, tossing his gloves aside nonchalantly. You watch the white articles fall to the floor as he approaches, his lips curved in a coy smile. “I'll do what I want with her,” he says dismissively, and you can hear his bell earring chime as he shifts his weight on top of you, wedging your thighs apart with his knee. "Now, relax," he whispers, pale hands skimming along the collar of your blouse.

You shrink slightly at Jōno's touch, flashing an anxious glance toward Tachihara– but your boyfriend's warm hands soothe you, slender fingers stroking the side of your cheek reassuringly. Jōno pauses, waiting for a signal to continue. "Don't worry, baby," your boyfriend murmurs, glaring at his counterpart. "I'll keep him in check. You just tell me when it's too much. Okay, angel?"

"You heard him," Jōno repeats, voice mocking. "He'll keep me in check."

The warmth of Jōno's breath along your neck is tempting. His fingers dance along the hem of your shirt and you shiver, shy to his unfamiliar touch. "You can kiss me if you'd like," he whispers, voice low as his lips tease your ear, his hand caressing the side of your neck. "I promise I'll play extra nice."

You glance at Tachihara for permission before you let Jōno capture your lips. Then, it's complete surrender. He sweeps his tongue into your mouth, guiding your arms around his broad shoulders, then adjusts you into his lap. You feel him reach for the base of your neck to seal your lips tighter against his. To your surprise, he's as gentle as he promised. "Ah, you're a good girl, aren't you?" he breathes, pulling away and leaving you gasping. "–and excited already, huh?" he smirks. "Shame all these clothes are in the way."

"Let's take these off, angel," Tachihara whispers, and you can feel your boyfriend's arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, unbuttoning your blouse. "Look at me, baby," he coos, lips on the nape of your neck. He tilts your chin toward him, collapsing his lips onto yours. "Let Jōno see what's all mine before I let him have you." You could swear you see him glare at his counterpart possessively from the corner of his eye.

It's embarrassing– you never thought you'd end up in a position like this, but here you are. When your boyfriend is done undoing your blouse, his hands are all over you, and your breasts are bare for the both of them as Tachihara discards your shirt on the floor. "Fuck, baby," he groans, and you can tell how hot he's getting just from watching you squirm under his touch. "Look at you. You're fucking perfect– god, and you fit so well in my hands."

You gasp when Tachihara steals you away, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his lap so you're straddling him instead. "She’s perfect, Jōno– isn’t she?”

"She is," you're surprised to hear him whisper behind you– gentle affirmation instead of scoffing disdain– and when you turn to him, all you find is Jōno observing you closely, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, lips pursed. He wants his turn with you. Tachihara grins at Jōno’s envy, snatching your attention back with a deep kiss and pulling you in by your throat.

"Don't tell me you want his attention more than mine now?" he teases, fingers running through your hair. You feel your head spin as he forces you to glance back at Jōno– "Look how pathetically hard he is just from watching you get hot from me. Don't you think you should help him out a little?"

With a soft 'mhm,' you get on your knees. It's not a moment more before your nimble fingers are reaching for him, jostling his belt. "Mm, so eager," Jōno muses, chuckling to himself as you stare up at him with waiting eyes. "What happened to that shy girl from just a few minutes ago?"

You glance away, blushing at his words. "Ah, I didn't say stop– did I?" he corrects you, pressing the pad of his thumb to your chin. You shake your head in apology, continuing to undress him. "Such a sweet face..." You can feel your heart in your chest as he traces your cheek, finger circling around the plump of your lips. "To think I'd see Tachihara's girl make such a sexy face," he whispers lowly, discarding his belt on the floor.

It’s wet and hot– heat flushed to the tip that's pearled with precum, pulsing in the palm of your hand. You thought you'd be more hesitant to touch him, but something about Jōno is so enticing and delicious. He melts into your mouth, warm on your tongue. Could this sadist be like any other man after all?

It curves slightly, unlike that of your boyfriend, a different feeling in your throat as you take it until you gag. Then, you feel his fingers meshing in your hair. Beautiful, pale fingers that push the tendrils away from your face, then grab you by your cheeks. You let out a slight ‘eek’ as he forces you to gaze up at him, his face stern. “You like being a little slut, don’t you?” he mutters, voice slightly strained. “I would have never fucking guessed it.”

Then come his moans… These sounds you’ve never heard from him, so raw and exciting. Sounds that get caught in his throat as he shoves himself into your throat until you choke– “How long have you… been thinking about this?” he questions, biting back a gasp, and you watch as a grin spreads across his lips with every thrust. “Taking me so fucking well– you ever… think about me when you and Tachihara fuck–…?”

– "Shut up," your boyfriend snaps. "Look at that, baby. You sucked him so well, he got a little ego boost," he scoffs. "Why don't you come here and let me give you a reward, instead?" After a beckoning you with a few pats on the mattress, you join Tachihara in the bed timidly, much to Jōno's irritation. Immediately, you find yourself wrapped lovingly in your boyfriend's arms. You ease back into the firmness of his chest as he nestles into your neck, pampering you with kisses as he flashes Jōno an arrogant grin. "Mm, I know, baby, Jōno's selfish, isn't he?" he sighs, glaring at his comrade. "You did too good, angel."

His hand cupping your heat, you succumb to your boyfriend, body curling into him as you mewl out his name. "Ha, is my girl that much a slut she got that wet for another man?" he muses, fingers reaching into panties to dip into your folds, voice a soft hum in your ear as you bury your face into his neck. Your body shudders as you feel him collect arousal on his fingertips, then feel him plunge his fingers deep inside you unprovoked. “Liar…” he scoffs as you shake your head frantically to prove him wrong, "– but I'll always fuck you better and you know that."

Now, it's Tachihara getting on his knees, pinning your hips down on the mattress and throwing your thighs over his shoulders– and if there's anything to be said about your boyfriend when it comes to oral, it's that he's a messy eater, and the most eager to have you make a mess out of him. You can feel his hands grip your hips so tightly, breath hot against your flesh as he brings his mouth against your aching cunt.

"Come on, don't be shy," you hear him groan, "I know how dirty you really are." His voice is tempting, his kisses hungry as they travel down your thigh. Your heart pounds– you’re holding your breath, then curling your fist around messy auburn hair when you feel him bury his face into you and lap you up. Then, it’s all spilling out of you shamelessly, words that you'd never dare to say in front of anyone except your boyfriend. Meanwhile, Jōno is in awe as his image of you distorts, as you beg for Tachihara to fuck you senselessly into oblivionm. "Ah, that's more like it– that's my girl," your boyfriend smirks as he laps you up. “So dirty for me.”

Then, as he stands from his place on the floor, you listen for the sound of his belt and the rustling of his slacks as he positions himself above you. "I'm gonna put it in, baby. That okay?" You nod, realizing this whole time that he's only been a spectator to you and Jōno.

You wait, lips pursed as he guides himself inside you. You’ve done this with him so many times before, but every time just feels so good. That perfect thickness that stretches you out so deliciously– and you swallow his cock up completely as it pushes past your slick folds, moaning out for him and reaching instinctuvely for your boyfriend’s hands. “Don’t make that cute face at me,” he murmurs as you blink up at him to find that compulsory, half-grin on his face. “Not in front of Jōno. That face is for me, only,” he whispers, palm stroking the side your cheek.

Then, glancing toward his counterpart, he muses out loud, "Speaking of which, I should probably let Jōno get some of this too, right?"

There's a long pause of silence. Then, abruptly, you're tossed onto your knees and pushed firmly into the mattrress– "Never."

You feel Tachihara's fingertips dig into the plush of your ass, then you feel him grab you by your hips and slam you hard and fast against him. "You're fucking mine. I'm gonna be the one to cum inside you."

Then, the void is filled with nothing but pants of 'Michi, yes, yes, yes,' and it's no one but the two of you– and you can hardly remember what it feels like to be empty, to not be filled by him, what form your body takes when it's not wrapped around his length– his complete ownership of your body as he pulls the entirety of himself out only to shove himself back inside with just as much vigor. You can hardly remember what it's like to not be filled by him. What form your body takes when it's not wrapped around his length.

"Fuck," you hear, his voice ragged and heavy in your ear. His fingers curl around the base of your neck as he manipulates your body, standing you up, so you can kiss him one more time before you fall apart in his arms. "You want it, baby? You want my cum?"– it's the last thing you hear before you unravel– that and the sound of your own muffles cries, stammers of his name as his fingers seek you between the legs, then the beautiful sound of Tachihara's own moans against your neck, so sweet as he shudders into you. "Fuck, yes, take me," he groans, then you feel him collapse against your back.

"You're a fucking sadist... You might even be worst than me." Jōno mutters. "I guess your time in Port Mafia wasn't a complete waste, after all."

"Please," Tachihara scoffs, pushing his hair back with an exhausted sigh. Then, he chuckles warmly, reaching for your head to rustle your hair with gentle fingers. "It has nothing to do with that and everything to do with her."

author ps: im not caught up in the bsd chapters so forgive me for inaccuracies... also my first time doing pwop so forgive me!! T_<

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[gothushi]

butterscotch delight

pairing: rob x f!reader

warnings: puppy play, creampie, u do tricks, collaring, he calls u a bitch (affectionately) a couple of times, ur basically nonverbal and just bark the whole fic sry not sry

note: this took way too long im sorry i need to be publicly humiliated for my crimes

word count: 7.0k

Rob’s sweet coo of praise meets your ears, his hand finding your head to scratch at your scalp lightly, sitting back down beside you. “Pretty pup, you’ll never guess what I got for you.” The stack of coupons and some junk mail meet the coffee table, because the important thing is the small box in his hand.

The movie you two were watching after lunch is forgotten, rolling onto your side to halfway sit up. “For me?”

“Uh huh, for you.”

“Uhhh.. uhh..” You shift onto your knees, legs folded under you. “Is it a new toy?”

“Well.. kind of..” Rob hums, his hand rested on the nape of your neck.

“Kind of?” You tilt your head, looking at the cardboard box in his other hand. “So it’s not another chewy toy?” There’s a slight pout on your glossed lips, raising your head to look at him.

“You already have five.” He reminds you, grinning at the look of faux irritation that you attempt to give him. Rob ruffles his fingers through your hair, shifting to sit up some more with the box in his lap. “You wanna open it?”

He’s toying with the tape on the box, getting it loose to tear it off. It doesn’t get torn back yet, just to keep you on edge.

You whine a little bit, shifting on your knees to get a bit closer, putting your hands sheepishly on his thigh. “Please?”

The whines get the desired effect, that pouty bottom lip makes him want to say yes and he almost does. But, he just can never help himself, just barely moving the box away.

“Hmm, pretty pup..” He starts grinning, eyes glinting with mischief. “You gonna sit pretty for me to let you open your gift?”

Sit pretty.

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You shift, clambering onto the rug at his feet, plush pressing into your knees as you sit back on your heels with your hands curled to your chest. Like little paws.

You wiggle slightly, eager, awaiting praise.

“That’s a good girl..” Rob’s voice is softer than usual, taking in the sight of you knelt at his feet. It’s a beautiful sight.

He shifts, setting the box to the side, leaning forward so he can brace an arm on his knee, the other hand finding your hair. Thick fingers spread through before he scratches behind your ear. “So obedient.. aren’t you, pup?”

Ohh, yeah. That’s the spot.

Your eyes flutter, tilting into his touch as you whine lowly in your throat. You scoot a bit closer, impatient.

“Greedy, too.” He observes, scratching your ear just the way you like. He laughs, low and deep, moving his fingers to under your chin, tilting your head up. The pouty lip is so cute, his thumb swiping across the pink flesh as if to correct it. It works. “You wanna open your present, sweetpea?”

You keep position, not letting your hands drop, giving him the sweetest eyes. There’s a short whine in your throat, a litany of little noises as you plea softly.

Rob relents to the puppyish look, taking his hand off your chin. “So cute when you beg, pup.” The smile on his face is affectionate, warm, as he reaches over for the box again.

Now in his lap again, he works to pull the tape back, peeking inside. You’re a little disappointed as he sits back, but the feeling quickly goes away as he opens the box. Your keen eyes are trained on it, but you stay still and wait patiently.

“You’re such a good little puppy.. sitting and waiting so nicely.” The praise tumbles out of his mouth easily, tugging some of the tissue paper out of the box. He has to fight the urge to laugh at the excited way you try to look without moving much.

Rob reaches in and then he’s pulling out a simple brown leather collar.. and a leash to match. The clasp is silver, and there’s a matching d-ring on the collar.

Your eyes widen, curled hands dropping a little before resuming your pleading position. There’s a whine in your throat, immediately extremely excited over your very own collar, starting to wiggle in place.

His hand meets your head again, scratching at your scalp in a lazy fashion as he holds the items between his fingers. Amused at your eagerness and wide eyes, he coos, “Oh, you like it, don’t you?” His fingers smooth over the leather, quirking a brow, “You want me to put it on you, little pup?”

Sure, you’re already obviously his. But this, this means you’re his.

You yip at him, a little yapping bark as you lower your hands onto the rug for balance, wagging in place on your knees.

“Such an eager little thing, aren’t you?” He grins, shifting his weight to lean forward some again, fingers slipping just under your chin. The leather that meets your neck is buttery soft, a little cold to the touch, and clasping around snugly as he does the buckle. Two fingers fit under to make sure it isn’t too tight as your cheeks burn a red hot, really liking the way it feels.

As soon as he’s done, you turn your head and start to lick as his palm affectionately, grumbling a mmmrarf-

“Oh, you lil’ sweetheart..” Rob’s trying his best not to laugh, and instead just smiles down as you give him some kisses. A finger slips into the d-ring, pulling ever so slightly as he leans to plant a kiss on your forehead. “You look so good, you know that? Pretty little puppy..”

He reaches for the leash now, letting the leather slide through his grasp as he pulls some of the wrapping paper off of it. The clasp is easily put onto the ring, connecting the two as he speaks again.

Rising to his feet, a hand brushes over your hair. “I wanna see if you remember your tricks, pup. Come.”

You eagerly wiggle around before following him in a quick crawl, walking over to beside the couch instead, a more open area. There’s a small dish on the side table covered with a lid, which he gets into to grab a few chewy butterscotch candies.

His expression is soft as he turns and looks down at you, the leash slack in his hold as he speaks. “Sit.”

Quickly, you lower your butt down onto your heels, staring up at him with enthusiastic eyes and your curled hands down between your thighs.

“Good girl, there you go.” He praises, his tone gentle as if he expected you would listen perfectly. He waits a few more seconds before giving his second command. “Down.”

There’s a little whimper in your throat before obeying easily. It’s a bit hard to keep your eyes on him since he’s standing as you lower your chest down, arms on the floor like a laying dog.

“That’s it.. such a good pup you are.” Rob coos, giving the leash a soft tug, just to remind you it’s there. He crouches down, just looking for a few moments, moving a piece of hair from your face.

“Roll over.”

You peek at him, a garbled, excited noise escaping as you move. “Mmh- arf!” You roll over onto your back, knees drawn up and hands curled like little paws, almost panting.

This time he can’t help the chuckle he gives, “Oh, isn’t that cute?”

He reaches to give your belly a pat, “Good.. stay.” He stands back to full height, repeating himself. “Stay.”

Little staccato whines tumble from your lips, but you stay as still as you can besides the slight huffs of air, watching him intently. He thinks you’re just the cutest, so obedient, his perfect little girl.

“Oh, what a precious little puppy I have..” That sweet tone is soft, fond, “Now, sit up.”

With an excited yip, you roll back over onto your front, hair a bit mused as you settle onto your knees again, the buckle of the leash jangling. Your eyes dart to his hand, knowing he has some candies in it.

A soft smile curls at his lips, “There we go, that’s my good girl.” He shifts and then holds up a single candy chew. “Speak.”

Immediately, you answer. “Mh- arf!” You yip at him, an excited little bark as you squirm on your knees.

Rob lets out a chuckle, bringing his hand close to your face, letting you see the sweet. “Aww.. now, sit pretty.” There’s another tug on the leash, a reminder.

There’s a quiet gruff from you, but you assume the familiar position easily. Sitting upright, you bring your curled hands up to your chest, like a doggy begging, big eyes locked on the candy treat.

“What a good puppy.” The praise comes smoothly, amused at how eager you always are. And, he’s a good enough Daddy to not let you wait too long. “Open.”

Your jaw drops instantly, desperately wanting the sweet little treat as your tongue lays out over your lower lip. Rewarding the good behavior, he sets the sweet on your tongue before commanding, “Close.”

Your entire body relaxes as you start to chew, smacking on the candy, hands lowering down and a slight purr in your chest as he scratches his fingers on your scalp. Rob crouches down again, eye level with you now and smiling. “Such a good little doggy. You want another, pretty girl?”

Another one?!

You yip, perking up at his question, wiggling around and shuffling slightly closer. The actions make his smile widen, a proud grin, “I think that’s a yes, huh?” He produces another one, holding it between his fingers as he brings it close. “Open.”

You get just a little too excited this time… and you try to take it right from his fingers. You bark before parting your lips, trying to chomp right at the chewy candy.

Uh oh.. naughty dog..

“Ah ah ah,” luckily, Rob has fast reflexes, and has it pulled away before you can even get close. The sweet tone shifts to a scolding one, disappointed. “Pretty pups do not bite at my hand.” Those blues narrow some, tilting his head. “You sit and you take it from me when I give it to you, little puppy. No biting.”

You shrink back a little, shuffling in place with a pitiful whine. You knew you did back the second you tried to bite, but you were just too happy at the idea of getting an extra treat at the cost of no tricks!

“Sweetheart..” His stern talking to voice is fading away fast, tsking. How can he stay even a little mad at you when you’re just so downright adorable? Sighing, his hand curls under your chin, candies clutched against his palm. “Good puppies don’t bite, right, pup?”

You tilt your head and start to lap at his fingers, over his knuckles. It isn’t you trying to get your treats, but instead an apology, your eyes fluttering.

A content noise hums in his chest, letting you do so. “Such a sweet thing, aren’t you.. you sorry?”

His fingers find your hair again, right behind your ear. He gets the good spot, the one that is ohhh, perfect, has your eyes rolling a little. He’s convinced that if he looked past your shoulder that he would see a fluffy tail wagging back and forth.

You answer him with a little bark, a short one.

“Is that so? You’re sorry, huh?” He murmurs, affectionate gaze focused on you. Another tug on the leash, reminding you of your place.

You may have never had a collar before, but you sure do react amazingly to one. You jolt, snapping out of your drooly state and instead fixing your limbs, blinking at him expectantly.

“Hey there, Earth to puppy.” Rob laughs, holding the candy up again and tapping your lower lip with it. “You remember your manners now? Open.”

Of course, of course!

You stiffen and your lips part, mouth dropping open again with your tongue stuck out. Once the candy is placed on your tongue, you stay still, waiting for him to let you eat it.

“Good girl.. close.” You relax again just like before, lowering your head some as you chew and smack on the sweet candy, watching as he stands up. He patiently waits until you’re done, sweet swallowed down, before he tugs on the leather again. “Come on, doggy, let’s go upstairs.”

He never lets you crawl up the steps, so you get all happy to be carried, shuffling forward with an arf! and a paw at his thigh.

You’re too cute.

He reaches down, slipping his hands under your arms to lift you up. Hiking your body up, a hand finds your ass for stability, laughing when you start to lick at his neck, carrying you upstairs.

In the bedroom, you get plopped down onto the bed, dragging the leash with you as you crawl towards the middle to sit, watching him walk around. He gets his laptop, pushing the charging cord in and settling down against the headboard. Once he’s comfy, you crawl over and flop down by his legs, head resting on his knee.

A hand finds your head, offering some gentle pats before he has to focus on some emails.

You lay there for a little while, curled up and halfway dozing off. Eventually, you find yourself nosing at his thigh to get comfortable again.

His typing pauses, head tilting over to give you a look. Reaching out, his eyes focus back on what he was answering. “Stop it, I’m trying to work, pup.”

You give a slight whine, eyes fluttering open, slumping with your cheek smushed to his thigh. A huff of air escapes your nose, staring at his focused face. Brows furrowed, jaw set, like he’s angry, but that’s just his default.

God, you’re too cute, even though it’s distracting.

With a sigh, he gets back to work, but he keeps feeling your huffy breaths, the way you’re trying to get his attention.

Another couple of minutes pass and you’re being very impatient. You shift and squirm closer, then you find yourself nuzzling against the bulge in his pajama pants.

“Honey. I told you to stop.” He’s very no nonsense despite how playful he can be, how he can let little things slide because you’re cute. A hand reaches to grab your leash, landing a little smack on your knee while he’s at it. “Bad dog. Sit still.”

You yelp quietly, and on instinct, bite onto his thigh with a little growl in your throat, the leash buckle clanking.

Rob hisses, yanking on the leash. “Enough.” His other hand points, “Go to your bed.”

The entire tension shift is enough to make you whimper, squirming around in place now as if you want to apologize for what you did.

“Ah. No, you were naughty, you go to your bed and you stay there.” He shakes his head. He knows he’s coming off awfully harsh, but you did bite him. You’re not a bad dog, sometimes you just get too huffy.

You shrink back, gruffing when the end of your leash is stuffed into your mouth to carry. He’s obviously not going to relent, listening to your low whines as you shuffle off the bed. The carpet is soft under your hands and knees as you crawl your way over to the corner of the room, where a big, plush doggy bed resides. It houses some of your favorite plushies, along with a big blanket, making it comfortable. But it’s punishment now.

You flop down, facing the wall, spitting out the leash’s handle and huffing.

You may be a very good puppy, but you never do well in time out. It’s your least favorite on the wheel of punishments.

After a little while, only just past five minutes, you whine lowly. Curled hands paw at your bed, smoothing out in front of you in an upset manner.

Rob is still typing, finishing up an email he has to send regarding a change of date for a work trip. The pitiful little yips and gruffing noises, sounds of annoyance, have him speaking. “Quiet.”

You make a dramatic show of shuffling around, turning onto your other side, stuffing your face against your teddy bear. Another huff, squirming in an antsy manner.

He’s trying to ignore you, but he only has so much restraint when it comes to not paying attention to you. Shutting his laptop with a sigh, he rests his head back on the headboard, looking over at you.

“Puppy.” He speaks, slightly exasperated.

You hear his voice and automatically go to lift your head. However, you’re partially laid on your leash. Not used to having it and moving around with it, you don’t notice until you lift your head and the slack tightens, yanking on your collar.

You yip, a startled noise as you push yourself to sit up on your knees, pawing at the leather leash.

He has to hold back a much louder laugh than what he actually lets out. “Poor little thing, can’t even behave in time out.”

You never do good in your bed for punishment. Naptime? Perfectly okay. But time out? You’re always upset.

You gruff again, backing up to get your knee off of the leash, arfing at the leather like you’re upset at it for getting the best of you.

Consistent laughs tumble from him. You have no one to blame but yourself, but you’re just so cute all irritated and tangled up. Setting his laptop aside, he gets to his feet, coming over. “Don’t blame the leash, pup, you’re the one that bit me.”

Your next yaps are directed at him now, shuffling to sit back on your heels.

Shaking his head, he offers a little smile. “Poor dog, can’t even spend five minutes in your bed, can you?”

You whimper, short whines as you wiggle around in place, curled hands kneading into the plush of your bed, furrowing your brows up at him. He gives a laugh, his stern expression softening some, but he knows you haven’t really learned your lesson yet.

“Enough of that,” he reaches to grab your leash, giving it a tug as he wraps it around his hand. “Sit.”

Poor thing, you’re just really not having it tonight. The collar and leash is a learning adjustment.

You bound forward, partially off your bed as you nudge your face against his thigh. Staring up at him, one hand paws at his leg with a pitiful little noise.

“Hey.” He snaps, tsking as he steps back once. “Sit. Or you’re going in your crate.”

Okay, okay.. that gets to you.

Whimpering, you lower your butt to your heels, staring up at him all sad. The puppy dog eyes can be so convincing, almost too much for him as he sighs. “What am I gonna do with you.. naughty girl.”

You lower down, chest to the floor in a down position as you whine. Nudging at his shin, nosing the exposed skin at the bottom of his pajama pant leg, your tongue laps out over his ankle in an I’m sorry.

Ugh.. so damn cute.

His brows stay furrowed, watching as you give kisses to his skin, silently begging for forgiveness in your own way. It’s so hard to continue the firmness when you’re this sweet in reality.

“You think a little puppy kiss will fix you being naughty?” He taunts, watching as you peek up at him. You flop down onto your side, pawing at his feet before rolling over onto your back with another whimpery sound.

He’s supposed to be mad at you, but.. but.. you’re just a little sweetheart. A big sigh escapes him before he lowers, crouching down to kneel on one knee. His closeness has you rolling back onto your knees, nudging your head into his chest for some attention.

Rob chuckles, his hand already rising to cradle your head, “Oh, pretty girl. Can’t stay mad at you.”

It’s true. Whilst he may be a very stern man, has you set to strict rules, you do soften him up way too easily. Of course, if you haven’t done something very, very bad. He can let the bite slide, considering you suffered so many grueling minutes in time out, right?

You yip at him, nuzzling into his hand.

“You’re such a little rascal, you know that?” He mutters, shifting his arm to scratch at your ear. Now that his attention is on you again, you’re able to calm down, settling despite shuffling around in happiness. Another bark, looking up at him with big eyes.

“Such a drama queen. You act like I was sooo mean, putting you in time out for a whole five minutes.” You pout up at him as he states the very obvious, whimpering lowly.

Rob rolls his eyes, smiling. “Poor little puppy. I’m just the worst, huh?” He coos, thumb rubbing over your chin now as he cradles your jaw. “Mean old Daddy putting you in time out. How cruel.”

You lower a little, shrinking back with a pitiful, long whine. You push your curled hand against the carpet, almost sheepish in the manner.

“My little one..” The affectionate coo comes as you paw at his knee, before he shifts to get up, lifting you up by your underarms, “C’mon, pest.”

He carries you back to bed, setting you down as he settles in his previous spot against the headboard. You clamber onto him, yipping happily as you nuzzle into his neck, licking over the warm skin there.

You really are just a little love bug, aren’t you?

He lets you shower him in affection, letting you cuddle closer to him so you’re situated in his lap. The leash is cast aside for now, his big hands rubbing over your back. “Rascal, can’t be away for no time at all.”

You whimper again, forcing your weight ontop of him, sprawled out on his chest. With a sad little arf, you lick at the collar of his t-shirt, wiggling your hips. You’re only just aware of it now, but you’ve been housing an immense amount of arousal. No wonder you’ve been so huffy and whiny, because your pussy has been aching since the moment he buckled the collar around your neck.

His big hands rub over your back, sliding down to palm over your ass, covered in your pajama bottoms. It draws another yip from you, a huffing grumble as you shove your face against his chest. He smells so good, his natural scent mixed with a faint whiff of deodorant and a good stink. Your body is torn, not sure if you should rut down onto the thick outline of his soft cock or back into his groping hands.

You’re much more eager now that he’s actually giving you attention, rather than the huffy puppy you were minutes ago in time out. Rob grunts, eyes fluttering as he feels his cock start to swell with the attention. One hand moves away to grab your leash, “Insatiable little dog,” he rumbles, jerking on the leather to get you to the side some. “Down.”

You yelp, whimpering but the commanding tone has you stiffening up, another drool of slick coating your definitely ruined panties as you scramble off of him. Lowering down onto the bed next to him, you wait with the sweetest pleading eyes, which keep darting to his bulge and back to his face.

That little frown of yours is so cute, makes him want to give you whatever you please, but he’s enjoying the fun of seeing you plead and pout.

Rob slips himself off the bed, leash abandoned so he can tug the shirt off his back. His skin is smooth, tanned, lean muscles shifting as he undoes the tie to his pajamas. They’re shoved down, along with his boxers, letting you catch sight of his thick cock hung between his thighs. Before you can even start to beg, one of his hands curls around the shaft, slowly fisting himself, “You want it?”

Shuffling slightly closer but not moving enough to be scolded, you yip, barking up at him excitedly, but it’s impossible to take your eyes off his drooling tip as he pulls his foreskin back.

A laugh rumbles in his chest, stepping closer to the edge of the bed and waving his hand. “C’mere then.”

Once you’ve clambered over, he grabs the leash again, leather bunched up in his hand for a short leash. The other finds your head, carding his fingers into your hair and urging you closer. You’re much too eager, quick to obey, burying your face against the curls of his bush. Your tongue laves out, huffing and licking over his heavy balls. Drool quickly coats your tongue at his taste, his scent, mouth watering as you lick up his shaft, panting.

A deep groan vibrates his chest, shuddering as your hot tongue slobbers over him. “Fuck, good pup..” The praise is accompanied by a scritch on your scalp, the buckle of your leash jangling as he brings his other hand up to grab at the base of his cock. “C’mon, open,” your tongue lolls out, jaw dropping as he slaps his tip onto your tongue before he feeds his cock into your mouth with a croon, “That’s it.. take it all.”

You whine on his shaft, eyes watering once his tip nudges the back of your throat. A muffled gag escapes you, shuffling around on your hands, hips rutting down onto nothing in a desperate search for friction. Years of training has helped you to be able to deepthroat him with minimal difficulty.

“That’s good, baby, good, obedient pup.” He holds you steady, letting you relax before slowly pulling back, then pushing in, gently fucking your face. “Daddy’s perfect little bitch, hm? So good for me.. takin’ every inch like you were made for it.”

Your lashes flutter as you look up at him, eyes bleary with tears. Gasping breaths meet his cock as heat coats your cheeks, trying to gulp in air through your mouth and babbling some kind of whimper on him. His big hand rubs down your cheek, a moment of affection, thumbing away a dripping tear.

“Easy girl, I gotcha..” He pulls his cock out, smearing the spit slick head along your lower lip, grinning as your tongue darts out to lap at him like a ice cream cone. “Such a messy pup, droolin’ all over Daddy’s cock.”

Now that you can breathe properly, you pant like a dog, licking along his tip and his fingers to collect the drool and precum. You offer a yip, an excited noise.

“Ohh, good girl. Lookit you.. think my eager one deserves a treat, huh? Present.”

The sharp command sends a throb through your cunt, making you whimper. However, you listen easily, shuffling to turn the other way and dropping your chest down to the bed. Your back arches, pushing your ass out towards him in a show that would be a lot lewder if you were naked and not in rainbow and cloud printed pajama bottoms. Since he’s still holding your leash, the slack lessens and you’re very aware of the pressure on your throat as you wiggle, shirt slipping up some to expose your back.

Appreciating the view, Rob steps closer, letting his hands rub over your cheeks. Fingers squeeze in, groping over the covered flesh before delivering a swat, smiling at the way you squeal in surprise. Wanting to tease, he tugs just your pajamas down, letting them settle around your spread knees. The crotch of your panties is darkened, soaked through with slick.

“Fuck. Someone’s got herself allll worked up..” Two big fingers dip down, rubbing over the wet fabric and pinching your folds together. Your eyes roll, a choked whimper escaping as you smush your cheek into the bed. Rutting back, you try to grind into the touch, thighs quivering with a pitiful arf!

He relents easily, tugging your panties to the side so his fingers can find bare flesh, rubbing against your puffy folds directly now. Those two fingers twist and then sink in, the stretch of your hole almost painful as he sets a steady pace of thrusting them.

You yelp, a strained bark against the covers. His fingers are long, thick, reaching much deeper than your own, leaving you drooling on the bed as you babble a moan. “So wet already, puppy.. horny little dog.”

He twists his hand around so he can rub your clit with his thumb, a lewd, schlick smacking sound filling the room whilst his other hand helps to keep you spread, holding your leash against your bare ass. The sight of your hole stretched around his knuckles is beyond appetizing, making him groan. It doesn’t take long for him to pull out, leaning over some to shove them against your lips.

“Open, clean me off.” As soon as your lips part, he’s pushing his fingers into your mouth. You babble over his digits, eyes rolling back as your hips wag back and forth, drooling onto his fingers. His other hand smacks over your ass, making your teeth bite down onto his fingers with a whimper.

Rob can’t help but laugh at you before pulling his now clean hand free, wiping the drool off onto your cheek. Both hands grab at your hips, tugging you back some so you’re exactly where he wants you. This way, he can comfortably kneel one knee on the bed, his cock nudging against your sopping slit, pulling your panties down to join your bottoms at your knees.

“Look at you, leakin’ all over the bed ‘cause y’r just dyin’ for my cock.” The leash jangles as he switches hands, freeing his right one to grope at your ass cheek and spread you apart some. As he reaches for his cock, it tugs on the collar, making you dizzy as you feel his cock slowly push in.

The stretch is delicious.

“Ah- mmmh!” You cry out. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, puffy lips spread around his shaft obscenely, hips rutting back to try and take more immediately.

A low grunt is heard from behind you as he huffs, his own eyes rolling as he stills, balls nestling against your clit as he revels in your cunt fluttering and adjusting to his girth. “Fuck. Cock fits in there like a glove, baby. Such a good little pussy.”

The clasps jangle as he adjusts, now leaning over you. Shortening the slack on the leash, there’s only half a foot before it’s tangled into his hand. This way, the hand holding it also holds him up on the bed, keeping you effectively pinned down with nowhere to go. You whimper, feeling the angle of his fat cock shift, grinding even deeper as you bend your back more.

Rob starts up a steady, hard pace, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room, accompanied by your yips and the lewd plap of your pussy. His free hand flattens on your back, pushing you down even more.

“This what you wanted, pup? Daddy’s fat cock buried in y’r little puppy cunt?”

Your next whimper sounds more like you’re close to tears, nodding quickly against the growing puddle of drool beneath your face. It’s electric, finally having what you’ve been wanting since downstairs, him pounding into you like it’s the only thing he needs to live.

He huffs a moan, picking up the pace a bit more. His hips smack into your ass, a dull sting that adds to the onslaught of pleasure as his hips piston. “Gonna fill this greedy pussy, breed you full of cum like the bitch you are.”

You shudder with pure instinct, a couple tears dripping from your eyes. His cock stretches you so good that you feel as though you can’t breathe, reaching way deeper than he should be able to, almost like he’s in your tummy. If he wasn’t so focused, he’d add to his collection in his photos, selfishly fuel his obsession with your poor little pussy stretched around his shaft and leaving slick residue.

Your toes curl, jolting like you’ve been shocked every time his balls slap on your puffy clit, a torturous sensation that has you careening towards an orgasm.

With a loud groan, Rob bottoms out and stills, before standing upright again. He swaps the leash to his right hand, pressing it down onto your back just so you can feel the pressure of the collar being tugged. His hips retreat, staring down as he pulls out almost all the way.

The noise your pussy makes is embarrassing, a slick squelch around his shaft as you leak, hole clenching onto his fat tip in a desperate attempt to keep him inside. His shaft is shiny with creamy slick, darkening the honey curls that surround his cock, dripping down his sac. Clouded with arousal, you shake your head in a plea, whimpering lowly as you wiggle back some to make sure he doesn’t pull out all the way.

He groans deeply, laying his head back for a moment as his empty hand grips onto your ass cheek, stilling your movements. “Christ, don’t squeeze so goddamn tight.” It’s muttered mainly to himself, a breathless warning. Your eyes roll, wet with tears as you babble some incoherent noise, the buttery soft leather of your collar providing enough pull to make your head throb pleasantly for a moment.

“Mh- hah!”

Giving you what you both want, he hilts all the way again, swollen crown kissing as deep as he can go. “Fuuuck, just like that, good dog, milk my fuckin’ cock, gonna knock up this greedy pussy. Ohh, shit-”

A few more erratic pumps of his hips come before thick ropes follow, painting your inside white. You can feel every throb, the way his cock jumps as he moans wantonly, watching the way you shiver and spread your knees a bit further. The mess leaks out around his fat shaft, a creamy white that he slowly fucks back into you at a slow pace.

The sensation alone has you orgasming finally, the wet mess of your cunt only being added to as your walls flutter, prolonging his own orgasm until he’s down to a weak little spurt, relishing in your whiny cries.

Rob lets out rasping pants as he drops your leash to the side. That hand rubs soothingly over your tacky back, attempting to calm your tremors of pleasure. “Easy, fuck..” he whispers, licking his dry lips before he leans to press some kisses on your shoulder blades.

Slowly, he pulls out, watching in pure satisfaction as your mix of cum begins to dribble from your well used hole. Two fingers gather up some of the mess, leaning over you to prod at your mouth.

“Open.”

You perk up at the command, the sight of his creamy fingers making your mouth water. Wriggling a bit, you lap at his digits, panting heavily as you clean them off of the salty mess and only leave behind shiny spit. The hand on your back shifts and urges you gently onto your side, collecting more of the mess from your pussy to feed you. “Such a pretty picture, sweetpea. Here.”

You lazily lap at his fingers, suckling over them when he pushes them closer, eyes lidded and hands limply curled to your chest.

“Good girl, what a good pup.” The praise is sweet, gentled words as he smiles proudly at you.

Once the mess is all gone, he grabs the leash again, not wanting you to doze off before he’s cleaned you both up. He tugs your pants and undies off, tossing them aside. “C’mon, up and at it.”

You yip in alert, scrambling upright and onto your hands and knees again. You’re a bit wobbly as he urges you off the bed, back down onto the plush carpet with a little click of his tongue. The shirt you’re wearing is a bit sweaty, so he reaches to pull it off carefully, tossing it aside to join his previously discarded clothes on the floor. A mess for later.

“Good girl, here puppydog.” He gets into the second drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a toy. A wolfish grin spreads on his face as you bark in excitement, and he doesn’t wait to offer it to you. It’s a little bone shaped toy, pink with ridges and bumps, perfect for chewing.

You bite at it, dropping it on accident before flopping down onto your tummy, gnawing at it with all of your attention.

A surge of affection makes his chest ache, giving you a couple pats on your bottom before he heads off to the bathroom. He makes quick work of wiping himself off, cleaning the sticky mess from his soft cock before bringing a wet rag back out to you. As he nears, you flop over onto your side, so focused on your toy that you make no fuss when he wipes over your sensitive cunt, folding it over to then do a quick wipe over your limbs.

“Stay here, puppy.” The command isn’t really needed at the moment, not with how well he’s trained you to be nice and still when you have a toy to focus on. It’s the only way he can clean you up in this headspace without you fussing and trying to bite at him.

Stepping over to dresser, he pulls on a fresh pair of boxers before grabbing a pair of undies for you, along with a fresh top sheet and a shirt out of the closet.

By the time you seem to notice him in your peripheral vision, he’s cleaned up the bed and has knelt back on the floor, pulling the panties up your legs.

“Up, sweetpea.”

The only difficult part about being trained to behave with your toys is that.. you never want to let go of one. So, instead of listening, you keep chewing, a little grumble of almost annoyance sounding from you.

Fortunately, he knows how to handle you.

He whistles sharply, the usual way he would get your attention before he discovered today how nicely a tug on the collar works. You jolt, dropping your toy with a whimper and lowering down on your hands.

It’s like whiplash, how he bounces from stern to sweet, how you flip from huffy to puppy eyes.

“Good girl, sit up.” He adjusts his hold on the hem of the shirt he got out for you, slipping it over your head and helping you push your arms through. Now dressed, he tosses your toy aside with the laundry. He’ll wash it later.

“I’ll get you some water in a second, ‘kay? We gotta get this off first.” He reaches up for your leash, opening the clasp to take it off and start to curl it up in his hand. You whine, shuffling in place in an upset manner.

Rob tsks, shaking his head. This is a first though, so he’s gentle to teach you. “You can’t sleep with it on honey, no. Daddy has to take it off so we can go to bed, alright? You can wear it again tomorrow, right when we wake up if you want to.”

Whilst you want to keep fussing, he adds on, “I’ll give you a treat if you let me take it off.”

Okay.. that works every time.

You still, whimpering once before pawing at the floor, allowing him to bring his hands closer. He undoes the buckle, baring your neck again. Even though you didn’t wear it for very long, it feels odd not having it.

He sets it aside with the leash, bringing a hand up to rub softly on your neck, checking for any marks or irritation, but he finds none. Then, sweet praise falls from his lips as he gets to his feet. “Good girl, honey, such a good puppy. I’ll put these in your drawer, okay?”

Your newest attires home is your second drawer, the one that houses your little chew toys, your headband with ears on it, and a small baggie of treats.

You yip, a happy noise as you shuffle around to keep facing him, eager for any instructions.

There are none though, as he tugs the blankets back, adjusting the messed up pillows and patting the bed.

“Up.”

Listening intently, you clamber back up onto the bed, circling around once before sitting onto your heels again. The cute sight pulls a laugh from his chest, petting over your hair.

“Lay down, relax, I’m gonna go get us a snack, okay?”

It’s torture when he leaves the room, but it isn’t for too long. You snuggle against his side of the bed, his pillow, sniffing at it contentedly. Once he returns, he coos, you’re just the cutest dog ever.

Climbing into bed with you, he sits against the headboard and turns the TV on, allowing you to cuddle up beside him before he offers you some water. He’s proud enough that you manage to drink any without spilling it, chuckling as he sets the glass aside and then offers you the little candy he grabbed, the promised treat. His arm curls around you, hand finding your head to scratch affectionately behind your ear.

“Did such a good job today, honey. Such a good dog.”

You whine, accepting the little cracker and cheese slice he feeds you. You chew obnoxiously, the single downside to your pupspace, but he finds you cute enough to withstand it.

“Don’t make a mess now, I’m not sleepin’ in crumbs. Y’r lucky I’m lettin’ you eat in bed.” He grumbles, kissing the top of your head.

You get a couple more crackers down before you paw at his chest, whining high in your throat.

“What?” He laughs, petting your head again. “This?”

You answer with a shake of your head.

“More water?”

Another whine, a gruff, defiant arf!

“What- ohh, you want your videos?”

He always snuggles up with you and scrolls on his phone, will watch whatever videos pop up on his page. They’re mostly animals though, and mini travel vlogs.

A quick succession of nods is your answer, shuffling down some to get comfy against his side. Rob clicks his tongue, shaking his head even though he reaches for his phone.

“Spoiled dog.”

[nomaishuttle]

umm i doubt literally anybody aside from me is at all interested in this but here is my frankensweeney playlist its got all the songs from the 5 casts that r on spotify (1979 broadway, 2006 broadway, movie, 2012 london, and 2023 broadway) organized to the best of my ability :]

[dykeofalltrades]

ok watching ppl do barrels but not knowing how has been painful so heres what u do

firstly, u should have a horse that likes to go fast and has decent balance if ur doing this seriously. ud think i wouldnt have to say this, but ud be surprised

walk ur horse up to a barrel and let it investigate as long as it wants

walk tight circles around that barrel until ur horse quits worrying about it. u may need to let ur horse stop and investigate a couple times

u can start the pattern by going right or left, it doesnt matter

approach each barrel wide, then cut around it tight. ive heard that space called "the pocket" but idfk if thats a real term ppl use

walk the pattern a couple times. then try at a trot

u should be trotting the pattern a million times before u try at a canter. when ur horse starts to get it, start cantering home so they learn thats when to speed up

even after u start cantering and galloping, u should still be mostly trotting the pattern during practice. otherwise ur horse will get jittery about it and hard to control

turn and follow the outside of the arena when u run for home rather than trying to pull up and stop on the straight. otherwise u have to slow down before youve crossed the finish line

eyes up. dont look down at the barrel when u go around it. ur more likely to fall or knock it over if ur looking down

those big shank bits r supposed to keep ur horse from dropping its shoulder around the turn, which makes it more likely ur horse will slip or knock into the barrel. im not sure the bits actually help. u can try a shank if u have that problem, but shank bits cause other problems. i like using an O ring snaffle so i can guide the horse's nose around w/o discomfort. also so my horse doesnt have its nose in the sky and toss its head constantly (which means ur horse is uncomfortable and throws off its balance). yes i have strong opinions on this but im right

let go of the horn. dont kick so much. u need to focus on staying balanced so u dont unbalance ur horse. an unbalanced horse is slower. click, kiss, and hiss to encourage it to go fast. practice galloping around the arena so it knows the cues well. if u need to kick hard and whip ur horse to get it going fast enough, youve either got the wrong horse for this or it isnt yet confident in its balance. be patient or find a new horse or fucking quit. yes im serious. dont be a dick to ur poor fucking horse

trust ur horse. sometimes the ground sucks and it wont want to run so fast bc it doesnt want to fall. sry if ur time is a little slow. yeah it sucks when u know u can do better, but loosing is better than ur horse breaking a leg or fucking up its knee. even if it doesnt get hurt, ur more likely to knock over a barrel which adds 5 seconds. trusting ur horse a little adds less time

ideally, your horse is excited but calm and confident. it shouldnt be jittery and have its head in the air. it shouldnt be fighting not to go into the arena. u shouldnt be fighting to control it. if u have these problems, u need to slow down ur training and think about taking a break competing. if it fights u on entering the arena, u should make sure its not hurting (especially if its abnormal. minor injuries can become major injuries and barrels r hard on the joints) (actually if this is normal wtf r u doing. make sure theres not a chronic health issue then try to figure out why ur horse hates this)

[ravenwriter16]

For when Bethy's starts trusting Sun n Moon tho situations would look smth like this

Sun was reading a book, sitting in his chair in the emperor's shared bedroom.

Bethany walked inside, clearly tired and walked over to him.

Sun looked surprised that the child was approaching him (Oh? You're approaching me? BWAHAHA IM SRY ITS JUST WHAT I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF 😭) and quickly set down his book.

"Hi little one, is there something you needed?" He tried to ask oh so gently, hoping to not frighten her. Sun was just so happy she was actually initiating anything to do with him without Eclipse's hand.

The six year old wordlessly climbed atop his lap and laid down, making herself comfortable. She yawned and closed her eyes before relaxing.

Sun felt his heart leap at the adorable sight and it took every last ounce of self control to not immediately coo for fear of disturbing Bethany and frightening her out of this peaceful state.

The sunny emperor grabbed a pillow and a soft throw blanket, careful to keep his movements slow so he wouldn't wake the child. He carefully maneuvered the pillow under her head and tenderly tucked the periwinkle blanket around Bethany.

Bethany snuggled Martha and curled up further on Sun's lap with her head right near Sun's stomach. Sun felt himself nearly melt and he internally leaped joyfully at the near prospect of earning the skittish baby's trust.

Maybe she'd even consider him Daddy soon! Oh and he could finally say that he has two precious daughters! He could nearly imagine it now! Playing in the garden, making flower crowns together, dressing his most precious girls in cute dresses, daddy daughters trips to the market (when they were sure that his sunshine wouldn't attempt to escape after all! Or perhaps he'd just get the leash!) maybe he could find her a stuffie Bethany would like just as much as the one Eclipse got her! He was a bit salty that she clung to Eclipse for so long but it's okay, she was only scared and confused. And so soon after her OLD FATHER'S had abused her after all! So no hard feelings! And she's only six, it wasn't her fault-

Oh! Oh! And they could build pillow forts, and play pretend! And make arts and crafts together!

And OH Sun just couldn't WAIT!

He had to practically bite back a squeak of excitement so as to not wake the sleeping child in his lap and scare her off.

NEVER. AGAIN.

-- MOON VERSION! >:D --

Moon was sitting in the library when he heard a small creak by the door, making him heave out a tired sigh.

"Starlight, for the last. time. No, you may not have an outing outside the palace until we're sure that-" The annoyance lacing the lunar emperor's tone immediately dissipated when he glanced up and realized he wasn't addressing the correct one of his daughters.

A few weeks ago Sun and himself had departed to the market to get some gifts to hopefully make Bethany warm up to them, with Eclipse's recommendations of course.

They'd found quite the haul of things that the two thought Bethany might like but she refused touched any of them and still clung to the things Eclipse had boughten her.

This time however, seemed not the case. There the six year old stood, clad in a dress Moon had bought for her.

The dress was a midnight blue with a white frilly neck collar. It had puffed sleeves with white twinkling stars etched into the fabric and white translucent lace at the edges. The chest area was encircled by white sparkling lace and three buttons. The top one was the shape of an eclipse, the middle a sun and the third a crescent moon. A white shiny ribbon encircled the waist with a neatly tied bow at the back with lace trim, adorned with little stars edging the fabric. The skirt part of the dress held different constellations with white twinkling stars jotted about like intricately placed polka dots on a giraffe with pink cotton candy like clouds scattered about (I ALMOST FORGOR TO ADD THE CLOUDS BUT I REMEMBERED!! I DON'T GIT DEMENTIA YETT YEAHHH!!! >:DD). And finally, lace with glittering stars edged the hem of the skirt completing the dress.

Moon noticed that Bethany was wearing the matching shoes he'd thought could be worn with the outfit. The shoes were cushiony Mary Jane's (comfortable ones since his starlight complained about how uncomfortable they were. HE'S LISTENING AND REATAINING Y'ALL!!! LISTENING AND RETAINING ‼️‼️ WE LOVE A FATHER THAT LISTENS AND REATAINS!!!) matching the color of the dress and a white star buckle.

The child had her fluffy baby pink hair up in a ponytail held by a white bow that matched the one on her dress. Bethany's much like an enclosed cloud (AHEM. HER FAZCO NAMESAKE "CLOUDII" TY FOR COMING TO MY TEDTALK) which was an amusing thought.

Two hair pins with each porting a white glittery star (I would put eclipse's on the pins so he could be like "heheh..my daughter..>:]" BUT IT'D CLASH W THE OUTFIT IM SRYYY 😭😭) on the sides of Bethany's head held back the two fringes of her hair that curled near her cherry blossom and bubble gum pink silicone cheeks.

Moon noted that Eclipse must've gotten to Bethany's hair before he attended to his duties this morning.

Moon immediately softened his body language and gaze so as to not frighten the child further than he must've already with his tone.

"I'm so sorry honey, I thought you were your sister. What can I do for you?" He tried to speak as softly as possible, setting the book he'd been reading on a nearby table. The cool toned emperor clasped his hands in his lap so they'd be perfectly visible so Bethany would (hopefully this time) see he meant no harm.

Moon thought it must've been alright to refer to his precious starlight as Bethany's sister since he'd heard both for himself and by his husbands that their second daughter to be had been referring to his star as such.

The smaller animatronic clasped her hands in front of her, mirroring Moon's own gesture that he hoped was intentional copying (if she was that was SO ADORABLE!). Her powder blue optics flicking from his face to her shiny midnight blue shoes.

"U-Uhm..I-I was just wondering..W-Would it b-be okay..I-If I may ask.." *The pink toned animatronic started to stutter and stumble over her words nervously, a habit he'd noticed she'd picked up from her now elder sister. Which would've been cute if it wasn't concerning that Bethany was stuttering so much. But then again it was understandable considering he and sun were just the same people that abused her, just from a different universe. (He would have to make sure that star didn't teach her anymore habits like sassing them or lying.. or telling her that they were dangerous or trying to escape. He just wanted both of his daughters to behave.)

"Of course sweetie, you may ask anything of me. Anything at all okay?" Moon wanted to approach the six year old and get to her level but he was afraid she'd get frightened and bolt off so he instead opted to speak in even gentler tones

Bethany nodded and took a deep breath.

"c-could you..re-read to me..? Ma-Maybe The one about Ch-Charlie St-Stewarts and h-her pet unicorn..?" The small child gazed hopefully at the emperor in front of her.

Moon blinked in surprise that the little girl right in front of him who had been scared of him and Sun for weeks, refusing to leave his orange toned husband's side and flinching whenever he tried to touch her, mustering up enough bravery to maintain eye contact and request he read to her.

Moon nearly felt himself melt and faint from sheer and utter happiness. Surely such an attempt at bravery should be bestowed an award correct?

The lunar emperor smiled softly in Bethany's direction, "Of course sweetheart.. I'd be happy to read to you. Let me just fetch that book okay?"

After Bethany's nod he slowly stood, so as to not scare her off then turned to the bookshelf. He knew that book as he and Sun had made sure to stock up the library with unicorn books after Eclipse informed them that he'd learned that Bethany loved the magical creatures. (..Bethy and me r one in the same :3c)

He heard soft, cautious footsteps and assumed Bethany was choosing a place to sit which brought a smile to Moon's face. However he felt confusion when Moon hadn't heard the creak of Bethany seating herself but he didn't dwell on it.

Moon turned around to see the smaller pink toned animatronic stood waiting by the table next to Moon's chair with her hands clasped politely in front of her chest.

He smiled at the sight. Such an adorable polite little thing..Moon felt himself melting the longer the small child remained in her presence as Bethany warmed up to him.

"You may sit wherever you like, baby star, I don't mind," Moon spoke softly, smiling her way as he slowly sat down.

Bethany nodded and cautiously climbed atop his lap to sit, her small legs tucked underneath her dress with only a small portion of her midnight blue shoes peeking out.

"I-Is th-this o-okay..?" The just about three foot animatronic asked. Her nervousness was crystal clear apparent with how much her stuttering picked up as if she was terrified that Moon would reject her hit her and shove her off his lap and leave her tumbling to floor with zero care of the harm it'd befall her. Maybe even enjoy seeing it happen.

Those thoughts worried Moon..made him want to tear apart her Sun and Moon TEAR THEM LIMB. FROM. LIMB. MAKE IT AGONIZING AND PUNISH THEM FOR THEIR HORRIBLE TREATMENT OF-

The lunar emperor was snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed he was gripping the chapter book in his hands and Bethany was staring at him in anxious fear.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry! I-I-I didn't m-mean to di-disturb y-y-you! I-I-I-I'll j-j-just g-go-go!" Bethany quickly spluttered out and moved to scramble off Moon's lap.

Moon was quick to place his hand around Bethany's side and gently press her tiny form against his chest. He'd made such progress he couldn't let it go to waste! Not now that she's been so brave climbing atop his lap and asking for a story! It's the perfect bonding opportunity and he could finally snatch the chance to win Bethany over! He won't let this chance slip through his fingers!

"No no, shh..it's okay sweetie..I just.. recalled something rather unpleasant that's happened in the past and it irked me..it's no fault of yours, that I can promise.." Moon spoke, hoping to sooth her fears if just a little.

Bethany gazed worriedly at Moon's crescent features, "A-Are you s-sure..I-I didn't m-mean to b-bother y-you-"

"Shh.." Moon hushed her "You're never a bother to me or your father's baby star..I can wholeheartedly promise you that.."

The small child looked hesitant and doubtful but nodded despite herself. ('nodded despite herself' CORALINE BOOK REF MWHAHAHAHA >:DD)

Moon smiled softly and wrapped his whole arm around Bethany's side, opening up the book in front of them both so she could see as well.

"Wonderful, now let's get started on this book shall we?"

Moon smiled wider when Bethany nodded again and it growed ever wider as the small child nestled on his lap rested her head against his chest.

This was going just wonderfully..now if he could just come up with a plan to fully win Bethany over (and star) he'd have both his little daughter's to peacefully take care of. Just perfect..he could almost imagine it now..but for now Moon would just focus on reading to Bethany with this new chance of earning her trust and proving that he was nothing to be scared of..

---

FINALLY!!! IM DONE!! THIS TOOK LIKE TWO HRS!!!

Sry if I didn't portray Sun n Moon right 😅

Cue eclipse being jelly and salty that he's not gonna be Bethy's only favorite dad soon enough

HE'S BOUTTA WORK OVERTIME TRYING TO RETAIN THAT TITLE XD

he does gots more leverage since he's able to spend more time with her tho >:3

Does this make up for the earlier angst? MWAHAHAHAHA >:DD

AAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE'S GETTING COMFY WITH MY BOYS!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bbyquokka]

hi, it's been a while huh. how r u all? i hope u've all been taking care of urselves !! i didn't intend to take this long of a break but life has been.. well.. life 😶‍🌫️ (rambles below.)

i've been wanting to come back a few weeks ago but every time i logged back onto the app, my brain n insecurities would eat me up so i'd log back out n tell myself tmrw will be different. ig i've lost the confidence in my writing n have become insecure about my abilities. have this nasty habit of comparing myself to others n thinking that there's no need for me to come back/post bc there's always gonna be someone better than me, aha (insecurities r fun, yknow) bUT enough of the oversharing bc i feel weird n awkward, i have been writing in my spare time n i have finally finished my jisung bday piece which i will post soontm (once i've polished it up) n i've got some other stuff that's completed which i will also post !!

anywhoo–lets talk !! how r u all? how was ur halloween? did u dress up? if so, what?! o: i did a last min halloween make-up n i did choso bc.. well.. i don't think i need to explain why, hihi 🥵🥵 if u don't celebrate halloween, what did u do anyways?! what have yall be doing? hows life for yall?

how's kpop btw? i haven't been keeping track of anything lately (aside from the riize situation) ik skz announced a cb n im excited but im not? idk, i find comebacks veeeery stressful n very overwhelming 😅 hope yall got tickets btw !! 🙂‍↕️ ( cries in eu n poor ) hanji casually revealing that he has another tat on his side which, omg he has another tat BUT also, sad bc NO MORE CROP TOPS 😭💔

oH. let's talk about ARCANE??!!! ✨ cinema ✨ i haven't cried that hard over a show in a veeeeerry long time. sad it's over n they won't be making another season, but im excited to see what other regions of ruintera they'll explore 👀👀

more league stuff, aha; BUT WORLDS FINAL?! ofc t1 won 🤭 i watched it with my bf n just,,, woooow!! gutted i couldn't go see it live bc they held the ceremony in london but it is what it is 🙂‍↕️ the open ceremony was *chefs kiss* ashnikko was my fav. linkin' park.... eeeh. idk. for a worlds song, personally, i don't like it.. (sry)

but yeee, aside from that, life has been a little iffy lately but i'm back (kinda. im nervous af to come back so uuh, be gentle with me. tack! 🥺) to write n post as much as i can (uni started. bye bye free time) but i hope ur all well n i've missed being here n interacting with u ❤️‍🩹

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Twice's 10th member is Tzuyu's little sister and her unnie's Jelly Jelly

A/N: Heyyy, I'm trying to make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anon who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it!

The request: hi unnie its been a while since you update about the twice 10th member book. so im here for a request. the 10th member is Tzuyu's younger sister. the other members are always close to her and also the 10th member always listen to her, go out with her friends and spend time with other member but not tzuyu. so tzuyu gets jealous and worried. THANK YOU UNNIE IF YOU COMFORTABLE WITH THIS REQUEST YOU CAN UPDATED IT. SARANGHAE AND TAKE CARE UNNIE.

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The sun shone brightly over Seoul, casting a warm glow over the JYP Entertainment building. Inside, the members of TWICE were busy with their usual routine, practising and preparing for their next big performance. Among them was Y/N, the 10th member of TWICE and Tzuyu's little sister.

The maknae had always been a bubbly and energetic presence in the group, loved by all her unnies. She had a close bond with each of them, always listening to their advice, going out with them, and spending quality time together. However, there was one person she seemed to spend the least amount of time with... her own sister, Tzuyu.

Tzuyu, known for her calm and reserved nature, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and worry as she watched her baby sister interact with the other members. She loved the girl dearly and wanted to be as close to her as the others were. But lately, it felt like Y/N preferred the company of her friends and the other TWICE members over her.

One evening, after a long day of practice, the members gathered in the dorm's living room for a movie night. They laughed and chatted as they settled in, with Y/N snuggling up between Sana and Momo. Tzuyu sat quietly at the edge of the couch, trying to focus on the movie but unable to shake off the feeling of being left out.

As the movie played, Tzuyu's thoughts drifted to all the times she had tried to spend time with TWICE's honey, only to be met with polite excuses and promises of "later." It wasn't that Y/N was avoiding her on purpose, but Tzuyu couldn't help but feel a growing sense of insecurity.

After the movie ended, the members began to disperse to their rooms. Y/N, still full of energy, suggested a late-night snack run with Mina and Chaeyoung. Tzuyu watched as her sister left the dorm with her friends, feeling a mixture of sadness and longing.

Determined to address her feelings, Tzuyu decided to talk to Y/N. She needed to know if there was something she had done wrong or if there was a reason for the distance between them. Taking a deep breath, she waited for her sister to return.

When the younger girl finally came back, her face flushed from the cool night air and the excitement of their adventure, Tzuyu was waiting for her in the living room. Y/N's smile faltered slightly when she saw the serious expression on her sister's face.

Y/N - Sissy, is everything okay? *concerned frown*

The older girl nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. 

Tzuyu - Can we talk, bae? There's something I've been wanting to say.

Y/N nodded as she took a seat next to Tzuyu on the couch. 

Y/N - Of course, unnie. You can tell me anything.

Tzuyu took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. 

Tzuyu - Honey, I've been feeling a bit... left out lately. I see you spending so much time with the other members and your friends, but we hardly spend any time together anymore. I miss you.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and guilt. She hadn't realized how her actions had been affecting her sister. 

Y/N - Oh, sissy, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I love you so much, and I would never want you to feel left out. *pouts*

Tzuyu's eyes softened as she looked at her sweet little sister. 

Tzuyu - I know you love me, Y/N. I just... I guess I got a little jealous and worried that you preferred spending time with everyone else over me.

TWICE's lovebug felt a pang of guilt and reached out to hold Tzuyu's hand. 

Y/N - Unnie, that's not true at all. I love spending time with you, and I'm really sorry if I made you feel like I didn't. You've always been my role model, and I look up to you so much.

Tzuyu squeezed Y/N's hand, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. 

Tzuyu - Thank you, love. It means a lot to hear you say that. I just want us to be close, like we used to be."

Y/N - We can be, unnie. Let's make more time for each other from now on, okay? *grins*

Tzuyu nodded, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. 

Tzuyu - Okay, let's do that babygirl.

Over the next few weeks, Y/N made a conscious effort to spend more time with Tzuyu. They went out for meals together, practised their dance routines, and even had late-night heart-to-heart talks in their room. Tzuyu's insecurities slowly began to fade as she realized that her sister's love for her was as strong as ever.

One sunny afternoon, the members of TWICE decided to take a break from their busy schedule and go for a picnic in a nearby park. They spread out a large blanket under a shady tree and enjoyed a variety of homemade snacks and treats. The atmosphere was filled with laughter and joy as they relaxed and enjoyed each other's company.

The sibling duo sat side by side, their bond stronger than ever. As they shared stories and jokes, Tzuyu felt a deep sense of contentment. She realized that her sister's love was not something that could be measured by the amount of time they spent together, but by the moments of genuine connection and understanding they shared.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the park, Y/N turned to Tzuyu with a smile. 

Y/N - Unnie, thank you for always being there for me. I promise I'll never let anything come between us again.

Tzuyu smiled back, her heart swelling with pride and love. 

Tzuyu - And I'll always be here for you, Y/N. No matter what.

The members of TWICE watched the two sisters with fond smiles, happy to see them so close. They knew that the bond between the youngest girls was something special, a connection that could never be broken.

As they packed up their picnic and headed back to their dorm, Tzuyu and Y/N walked hand in hand, their hearts full of love and gratitude for each other. They knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as sisters and as members of TWICE.

Back at the dorm, as they settled in for the night, they shared one last moment together. Sitting on Y/N's bed, they talked about their dreams and aspirations, their fears and hopes. Tzuyu felt a sense of peace, knowing that her sister would always be by her side.

As they finally drifted off to sleep, the bond between Tzuyu and Y/N had grown even stronger. They knew that their love for each other was unbreakable and that they would always be there to support and care for one another. And as the stars shone brightly outside their window, they knew that they were not just sisters, but best friends, forever and always.

And this made them think:

I'll love my dear sister eternally.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3