#Mia's fic

[ticklygiggles]

Teacher and student, god and devotee | HuaLian [n$fw]

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A/N: Feliz aniversário minha linda garota ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Desejo o melhor sempre para você, obrigada por ser quem você é. Eu te adoro muito! Enviando abraços e beijos MWAH 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ E espero que você tenha um dia muito bom e que eles te mimem muito ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Summary: Xie Lian has a very, very naughty student.

Words: 2k+

“Huh?! S-San Lang, did- did you write this yourself?!” 

Hua Cheng chuckled. “Why, of course, gege. I think your teachings are finally working on this lowly one.” 

With a look of surprise, Xie Lian took the scroll and brought it closer to his face, discovering the perfect calligraphy that adorned the poem that Hua Cheng so hated to practice. It was even much better than Xie Lian's perfect handwriting. How was it possible that yesterday Hua Cheng's handwriting was a complete disgrace, but now it was probably a national treasure?! 

Xie Lian was such a good teacher?

“O-Oh.” Xie Lian lowered the scroll again and looked at Hua Cheng who was looking back at him, he smiled mischievously, his eye shining with a playful glint in the dim room, illuminated only by the soft light of a few candles. “I'm- I'm sorry, San Lang. I was just… surprised. You've been improving a lot lately, but this is…”

Way too much. Xie Lian narrowed his eyes, looking at the scroll and then at Hua Cheng. The scroll. Hua Cheng. The scroll. Hua Cheng- ah, there it was. 

Xie Lian's ever-watchful eyes quickly caught the way a corner of Hua Cheng's smile twitched, as if he was trying to hold back a laugh. Hua Cheng had almost fooled him, but there was no way Hua Cheng would learn to make such beautiful calligraphy overnight. This was definitely one of his tricks! Well, two could play this game. .

Xie Lian nodded, smiling sweetly. “Wow, San Lang. You've really learned quickly. I think you're a genius!” 

Hua Cheng let out a chuckle and lowered his head, hiding his eye. “It’s not like that, Your Highness. You are simply too good at teaching.” 

“No, no,” Xie Lian said, sitting beside Hua Cheng, looking excited as he picked up a paintbrush. “I think you're even better than me now, San Lang. Please show me how you did this, can you?" 

That surprised Hua Cheng and Xie Lian tried his best not to laugh at the horrified sight in his eyes. Hua Cheng blinked and then laughed awkwardly.

”How could I teach gege what he already knows?" 

“Oh come on, San Lang,” Xie Lian insisted, placing a brush in Hua Cheng’s hand. “Don’t be modest! One can never know too much!” 

It was really hard not to burst out laughing when seeing the panic in Hua Cheng's eye. If there was a heart inside his chest, it would surely be beating loud enough for Xie Lia to listen to it. It seemed like even his hand was shaking, but Xie Lian thought it was just an effect of the candle flames. 

“Well... I…”

“Yes? What's the first step, San Lang?” Xie Lian asked with a wide smile and Hua Cheng could only sigh, putting down the brush and looking at Xie Lian regretfully, with that face that he knew perfectly well Xie Lian could not resist. 

“Your highness, I… I lied… I actually used a little bit of magic, you see…,” he said, snapping his fingers and immediately filling another scroll with a poem written in beautiful calligraphy. 

Xie Lian gasped. Looking at the scroll with fake surprise on his expression. “I see… so you lied to me, San Lang.”

“G-Gege, don't take it so seriously, please. I was joking a little and- ah! Wait, I- ahahaha!” 

Hua Cheng's sudden laughter lit up the room, and Xie Lian felt enveloped in its warmth. 

“Took you long enough to admit your tricks, don't you think, San Lang?” 

Hua Cheng's laughter echoed through the room as Xie Lian launched at him, straddling his hips and tickling him under his arms. His elegant fingers wiggling and digging into the hidden spot, making Hua Cheng shriek with unrestrained and surprised laughter. Xie Lian couldn't help but giggle along with him, surprised that Hua Cheng still believed he couldn't see through his tricks… to be fair, he actually almost got him there, but he knew perfectly well that Hua Cheng’s calligraphy was a lost case, for sure. 

“Did- Dihihihid you k-know?!” Hua Cheng asked between laughs, squirming underneath Xie Lian and trying to push his hands away from his underarms. 

“Of course I did, and this gege is quite disappointed in you, San Lang. How could you lie to me? You'll have to suffer the consequences.” 

Hua Cheng shook his head. “A-Anything but thihihis, gege! S-Sahahan Lahahang will be good!” 

“Hmm… I'm not sure, I'm not sure. San Lang was very mean, wasn't he?”

Xie Lian giggled mischievously. His fingers kept tickling Hua Cheng's armpits, feeling the pressure of his arms trying to crush his hands, but achieving nothing. Xie Lian took the liberty of observing his husband as he laughed uncontrollably. It was rare to see him laugh like that, usually his lips were curved in mischievous and playful smiles, but now, his mouth widened into a beautiful open smile, showing his perfect teeth.

There was no beating heart in his chest, so there was no blood running up his face to make him blush, but Xie Lian thought he would have looked adorable. His eye was closed tightly and Xie Lian could almost see a tear glistening on his long, black eyelashes, but maybe it was a play of light again. 

A bubbling joy spread within Xie Lian, and as he laughed alongside Hua Cheng, he felt his cheeks redden and his heart swell with love. 

“Ahahah! Not there! Not there!” Hua Cheng begged as Xie Lian’s hands moved down to his hip bones. The Ghost King's hands desperately followed Xie Lian's, but he had no strength as he wrapped his fingers around Xie Lian's wrists, the contrast of temperatures feeling nice against Xie Lian's warm skin. 

His laughter was wonderful. Endless. Like an eternal whisper, a constant melody that seemed to have no end and Xie Lian loved it. He adored it; he could start a religion that worshiped Hua Cheng's laughter only. He just couldn't get enough of it, after all, Hua Cheng didn't need to breathe, so I could tickle him until the end of time and listen to his sweet laughter.

“This S-San Lang will behave!” He tried again, making Xie Lian laugh. “I prohohomise! I promise, Your Highness, plehehease!” 

“Is that so?” Xie Lian hummed in thought, his fingers stopping to let Hua Cheng rest a bit. His body collapsed and he took a deep breath as if he needed it. “How can I believe San Lang, hmm? He lied to me in my face,” he tried to sound stern, but his smile was too bright for that. 

“I- I'll work extra hahard, gege,” he said between giggles as Xie Lian's fingers tapped his hips. “This- This lowly one promises to never prank His Highness aga-a-hahahain! Plehehease! Please!”

“It's hard to believe you, San Lang,” Xie Lian said, his voice calm and collected as his fingers squeezed Hua Cheng's hips. “Especially when you're like this.” 

“Angh, gege!”

Hua Cheng's eye widened and Xie Lian smirked down at him, grinding against his arousal. He didn't know exactly when it happened, he actually thought not even Hua Cheng had noticed, but he was fully hard right now. 

“I think San Lang really likes it when I punish him, hmm?” 

“N-No, gege, I- ngh!” 

Xie Lian shuddered slightly when he felt Hua Cheng's big hands grasping his waist and squeezing him slightly to stop him from keep rubbing his ass against his cock. Xie Lian looked at him and he flushed at seeing Hua Cheng's face, his bow was furrowing and the playfulness of his eye was long gone, replaced by lust. 

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng looked into each other's eyes for a moment and the entire atmosphere in the room changed. The room was lit by soft candlelight, but it was darkening as the candles died down. The candles cast their dancing shadows and the laughter and little pleas faded into sounds of pleasure and ecstasy as Xie Lian moved more against Hua Cheng, making him grunt and gasp. 

“Y-Your Highness, I- 

“Shh,” Xie Lian covered Hua Cheng's mouth. “This teacher is about to teach this misbehaving student a lesson.” With a gentle flick of his wrist, Ruoye flew out from Xie Lian's wrists, straight to Hua Cheng's, pulling his arms up, high above his head. Hua Cheng let out a whine and his back arched slightly. 

“Gege, if we're going to do this, can we at least- ack!” 

Xie Lian slid further down Hua Cheng's legs, taking a seat on his thighs as he pulled down his pants and underwear in one go, freeing his erection. Xie Lian barely heard Hua Cheng calling him in a flustered gasp, he was too busy staring at the Ghost King's dick. Thick, hard, painfully red and even wet with precum at the tip. Xie Lian's cheeks felt on fire and his hand trembled as his heart raced within his chest.

He certainly had changed, in the past he would even be scared of seeing such a scene, but now… his mouth was watering and without thinking, he grabbed the base of Hua Cheng's cock and shoved it into his mouth. 

“F-Fuck, gege! Don't d-do that, I- ngh!” 

It seemed as if his throat was already molded to the shape of Hua Cheng's dick. At first, Xie Lian had trouble taking his huge cock, but now he could get it all the way into his throat with no problem. He didn't know whether to feel proud or terribly bewildered by this fact. But he could worry about that later, or the next day or in ten millennia, now he just focused on moving his head just the way Hua Cheng liked it, the tip of his cock touching his throat again and again.

“Y-Your Highness!” Hua Cheng's moans and small cries made Xie Lian's ears get hot. He looked up and Hua Cheng was staring back at him. Their eyes met and Xie Lian felt a delicious chill sneaking up his spine. “Y-Your Highness, ple- ah! Please!” 

The cock was pulsating in his throat. Hua Cheng was close, so Xie Lian took him out of his mouth. Hua Cheng arched his back with a loud whine, his hips thrusted, but he couldn't reach that peak that was slowly fading away. 

“Y-Your Highness! W-Why?” 

Xie Lian's lips curled in a mischievous smirk. “Oh? I did say I was going to teach my naughty student a lesson, didn't I? You weren't expecting a prize, right, San Lang?” 

Hua Cheng whimpered as Xie Lian lightly circled the tip of his dick, precum spurting out. 

“Pleah- please, gege. I swear I'll be good, I- ahahaha!” 

“Stay still,” Xie Lian told him as if his fingers weren't digging into Hua Cheng's hips, tickling him again. Hua Cheng laughed and moaned, arching his back and digging his heels into the carpet as he tried to do as he was told, Xie Lian chuckled and kissed Hua Cheng's glans. “If this student of mine can keep this hips still, I will let him cum.”

Hua Cheng shook his head, laughing nearly in hysterics. “N-No! I c-cahan’t, Your Highney! Please, s-stop tickling m-” 

“Will you disobey not only your teacher, but also your god?" 

The laughter didn't stop, but Hua Cheng's hips stayed as still as he could as he laughed wildly. Xie Lian felt something warm and fuzzy in his chest; he had never spoken to Hua Cheng like that before, but he couldn't lie, being in control felt... different... good. 

His light, elegant fingers kept tickling Hua Cheng as he took him into his mouth again. Hua Cheng moaned before falling into laughter one more time. 

“Ah! G-Gege! This l-lowly one is s-sohohorry! I've learned m-my lesson s-sohoho-” he made a small suction noise as he tried to push back the saliva that threatened to come out of his mouth. “S-Soho please- AHAHA!” 

Xie Lian chuckled softly with Hua Cheng's cock still in his mouth. He gave him a few squeezes to his hips and Hua Cheng couldn't help but jump at each one as he threw his head back in laughter; Xie Lian felt tears clinging to his lashes as he dug his fingers into the sensitive skin and pushed Hua Cheng's cock deeper into his throat.

“O-Oh! G-Gege, please, please don't stop! D-Dohohon’t stop, I'm g-gonna- agh!” 

Xie Lian almost choked on Hua Cheng's load, and he stopped the tickling. Some of his cum escaped from the corners of his mouth, but most of it was consumed. Xie Lian licked clean Hua Cheng's cock, feeling it tremble and twitch as he enjoyed the intensity of his climax. 

Xie Lian smiled and kissed the tip of Hua Cheng's dick before he moved back. He had barely cleaned the corner of his mouth when he felt Ruoye tightening back around his arms. In the blink of an eye, he had his back pressed against the carpeted floor and he was looking up at Hua Cheng; his red eye glinting.

“San Lang, what- ngh!” His words turned into a moan as Hua Cheng's huge hand cupped Xie Lian's erection. He covered his mouth and arched his back as tingles of pleasure rushed up his spine.

“This lowly student has learned his lesson, Your Highness,” he said, his voice was like a deep abyss, full of desire that seemed to caress Xie Lian's skin, making him shudder. “Please, let him correct his mistake and show his teacher that he will never disrespect him again.”.

While Hua Cheng's cold lips brushed a kiss against his warm neck, in that tender spot by his throat, Xie Lian felt his cold fingers under his clothes, like unruly butterflies that explored his sensitive skin. It tickled, but not enough to make him laugh, enough to make him let out sounds of pleasure.

Xie Lian smiled, his arms wrapping around his neck. “Hmm? I wonder what this student of mine has in mind.” 

Hua Cheng's lips curled up. “Leave everything to him, Your Highness~.”

To be in control felt amazing, but being worshiped by his best student and loyal devotee was even better. 

[thirtysevenodddogs]

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Trembling/Famished/Hollow/Gone

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[norris55s]

chaotic texts - lando norris

reader x lando norris fake texts, except they’re crazy (and regarding lando broken nose gate) (pt. 6)

for more chaotic texts

warnings: suggestive!! [18+ please]

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[strawbuddy-luv]

Thinking about Tim accidently adopting Maps the same way Bruce adopted him-

Like Maps showing up to save Tim's ass, because he's losing in a fight (that he should definitely be winning but "fOr sOmE rEaSoN" isn't). Afterwards Tim's like "Kid you cannot be out here", but Maps ends up following him around, as he tries to escape via rooftops, and after like 30 minutes of convincing, Tim is (partially forced) to bring her back to his house(/Nest) because "She has no where to sleep :(". And then two seconds after she lays down to nap Tim calls Jason in a panic

When Jason shows up Tim just opens the door to reveal a child sleeping on his couch.

Jason: ...You really are a Bruce mini, you're stealing children now Timbit?

Tim, slightly hysterical: No, no no, its worse than that. She showed up in the middle of a fight, that I was totally winning, saved my ass, revealed she knows who I am, demanded she become my protégé, claimed I was "a danger to myself and others" and I "Needed someone to ground me like Robin grounds Batman", and then she gaslit me into bringing her back to my house.

Jason:

Jason: Oh my God she's just like you

Tim: SHES JUST LIKE ME!

[orphiclovers]

Actually I'm not done talking about yoohankim's awful digital footprint pre-scenarios. Kim Dokja gets a lot of flack for being chronically online and cringe and that's fair enough but let's just acknowledge that neither Yoo Joonghyuk or Han Sooyoung are ANY better.

For Han Sooyoung it's obvious. Despite having her own sucessful webnovel, presumably with fans who support her, she gets obsessed with her one hater who thinks she is a plagiarist, finds the "original" novel where this guy was the only commenter on every chapter, and instead of reading her own comments she spends her time reading HIS and imagining he's saying that about her writing. She does this for years. DERANGED BEHAVIOUR. Pre-scenarios Han Sooyoung has no excuse to be acting this crazy. Sent to internet jail for being weird online.

1863rd Han Sooyoung. Automatically get a pass to act unhinged bc after going through the apocalypse that's just expected and also the only person she talks to for 13 years is Kim Dokja and a creepy old man who calls her god, BUT. That being said she's a perfectly average and healthy internet user! Spends literally every waking moment writing a shitty webnovel so hard pieces of her soul chip away and infuse in it, sure, but she doesn't bother anyone, just does her own thing, posts the chapters and occasionally chats with her one commenter. The most normal one here. Somehow.

Kim Dokja. Big fan of a webnovel and can get intense about it sometimes, starts fights online defending his fave character, recommends the same novel so much he gets banned from forums, whatever. WE'VE ALL BEEN THERE IS WHAT IM SAYING. This is nothing too crazy, only about the level of an average fandom superfan. Uses his real name online which is certainly a choice but some people do that in real life too. Giving him a pass, I was also a cringey emo teen on the internet once. (and im still cringe and emo)

Yoo Joonghyuk as seen in Yoo Mia side story. Absolutely glued to his phone. He checks it while eating breakfast, while in the car being driven to work, while literally walking down the street so that Yoo Mia has to tell him to put it away and hold her hand! He is basically addicted to reading hate comments about himself. In his narration he mentions that there are only a few regulars in the forums he lurks in and that he recognizes all their usernames, accidentally revealing that he's in too deep and officially lost in the sauce. Even his manager tells him he should stop reading the comments because they clearly upset him, but he justifies it to himself by thinking quote, "If someone has a grudge against him, he just needs to be prepared to face that hatred. Then everything is under his control."  That last line especially is such a cope, and reveals that this behavior is another one of his desperate attempts to feel in control of his life, and as pathetic as that is and as much as I feel sympathy this is being weird online and I'm sending him to Internet jail.

Bonus round: Secretive Plotter. Need I say anything. Absolutely glued to his phone AGAIN, no it doesn't make it better that sometimes it's his kkomas instead of him. Canonically has a bound book of every single comment Kim Dokja ever left on WOS, printed out, which is more freak mode than even Han Sooyoung went. Straight to jail.

[sevrinve]

anticipation

[kikohao]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⋆˙. operation: one bed

★ ㅤㅤpairing ; agent!jeonghan x agent!reader ★ ㅤㅤsummary ; you and jeonghan were assigned a case together, you both played the roles of an engaged couple. why is it that you had to share a bed to sell the act? ★ ㅤㅤthemes ; spy au, one bed trope. fluff, mentions of seungcheol, soonyoung, and joshua ★ ㅤㅤwarnings ; cursing, kissing, slight jealousy, use of nicknames ("babe") ★ ㅤㅤword count ; 2k ★ ㅤㅤtaglist ; @nonononranghaee @abodyhasbeenfound ★ ㅤㅤa/n ; one bed trope with jeonghan has been rotting my mind for almost a week omg im really happy i was able to finish it on time! i've never really wrote a "kissing" scene before so im really sorry if its weird bye 😭 requests are always open! (texts, ot13 scenarios, drabbles, fics, mtls, etc) send an ask to be added to my taglist! likes and reblogs appreciated! <3

"Agent Kim, do you hear me?" You try to maintain a formal persona, as you talk into your built-in earphones as you make your way to the grand venue.

"Loud and clear. Make sure your earpiece is switched on at all times." A tuneless voice followed.

Upon entering the hotel, you and Jeonghan were greeted by the expansive lobby that screamed elegance and sophistication.

"They must be bloody rich," Jeonghan muttered quietly, but loud enough for me to hear. He was right though, there were multiple marble chandeliers, casting a warm, golden glow upon all the guests. 

It was extraordinarily exquisite.

"Pass the details," Jeonghan spoke into his earpiece as we moved to a certain corner of the corridors, hoping to maintain a low profile throughout the whole party. 

After a few shufflings of his notes, he responded.

"Agent Yoon, you're Jacob Choi, son of the most prestigious Grand Celestial Palace. I'm pretty sure no one would go into more detail about you, but make sure they buy the act. We can't risk anything. Agent Y/N, you're Ana Wang, Jacob's fiancee, I'll get back to both of you with more details on the individuals. For now, you both are an engaged couple, seemingly having an Alliance with Mr. Lin."

"Got it."

You and Jeonghan made your way towards the reception to mark you both in now that you've got your "personal" details. By doing so, you both were accompanied by a middle-aged man, possibly someone who worked there. He wore a black suit and bow, around 5'8?

"Keep an eye on everyone you see tonight," Agent Kim spoke from the earpiece.

"Why are you so tense?" Jeonghan muttered, "I'm not." You replied swiftly with a scoff earning nothing but a soft chuckle from him that kept on making my ears ring.

Why did your stomach suddenly start to churn? You disregarded it, possibly assuming it was hunger or thirst. Your train of thought was interrupted by a man who made his way towards us. He looked old, although, his rosy cheeks and flawless demeanor said otherwise. Guess he was the well-known, Mr. Lin.

"Oh, Mr. Choi!" He exclaimed out loud for everyone to hear, grabbing Jeonghan's hand and shaking it vigorously.

You tried extremely hard to keep in the giggles that were trying to escape your mouth as you looked at Jeonghan's reaction to the sudden interaction from the man. You forcibly had to look away because you knew you'd fuck things up the second you made eye contact with him.

"It's been so long! How're you and your fiancee? Ms. Wang ain't it?" He questioned, looking towards you. Maybe it was just you and your overthinking capabilities, but you swore something was off about how he looked at you compared to how he looked at Jeonghan, but you decided to brush it off.

"We're doing quite well, thank you." Jeonghan put out, maintaining a calm composure that very well contrasted with his normal personality.

"How's your mom doing? I'm so sorry that happened to her," continued the man. You and Jeonghan shared a quick glance at each other, one that said -- "Oh we're so fucked if we mess this up."

"Mom is doing quite well, thanks for asking. She's doing much better." You replied, noticing the intense tension that followed. Seems like staying here for too long may be risky.

"Babe, why don't we get something to eat? I'm starving." You shared teasingly, looking at Jeonghan, enjoying the flushed expression that lay on his face as you managed to throw in a pout to make it seem more genuine. You both needed to instantly get away for a while to ask Agent Kim about the next plan, and this was the only resort.

Jeonghan excused himself as walked towards one of the empty tables, hand in hand. As soon as we took our seats, Jeonghan voiced through his earpiece, "What do we do next?"

"So far, we haven't found anything. And, I'm guessing neither have the two of you. I checked with Agent Kwon regarding the party details. Seems like everyone attending is encouraged to stay the night, I'm pretty sure it's just for them to make more affiliates, either that or just to show off how rich they are. Either way, I and the crew think it would be beneficial if you did so, in order to uncover more details on Mr. Lin, it would also help in selling your facade since I'm pretty sure he's catching up with suspicions of his."

"Are you sure about that?" You spoke softly into the earpiece, observing the surrounding area, "It sounds quite risky,"

"It is, indeed, but it's your call on whether you want to."

You look at Jeonghan, he seems to have similar thoughts as you do -- he doesn't seem too fond of the idea.

"What do you 'reckon?" you ask him, simultaneously taking a sip of the non-alcoholic wine they'd provided all the attendees.

"Well, it is pretty risky. But, we'd better do as per Mr. Kim and Mr. Kwon since we'd have to put up with these titles until we get the requirements. It'd help sell the act." He finally spoke.

It was unusual. It was unusual how he seemed calm and collected amidst something like this. You'd imagined him to be some kind of reckless person like the persona he usually played so you weren't quite fond of going with him.

You nodded -- he had a point. The faster Mr. Lin believed us, possibly the quicker we could get this case over with.

And, this was it.

Jeonghan hurried towards the hotel management before it was too late to get a room while you sat at your spot, gazing at everyone who attended such a social gathering.

Guess you realized you zoned out when a young man, maybe in his 20s, sat next to you and started up a conversation like good old friends.

"No way, Ana? Is that you?" He put up a question, his face in awe.

"Oh, yes, hello." you manage to spit out, giving off a small smile as you gaze at Jeonghan, his back facing towards you as he converses with the management team.

Guess I'm fucked.

"You were never the one for these kinda parties, you always mentioned that they were too crowded. Guess you grew out of your phase?" He smiled cheekily avoiding the fact that he most possibly just insulted you, or at least the role you're currently playing.

Is this gaslighting?

A phase? How is not wanting to go out and talk with people a phase? You didn't know who Ana was nor did you ever meet her, but you most certainly didn't like someone like him straight up insulting someone.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You questioned, maintaining a small smile. The last thing you wanted was your cover to get blown.

"Oh, Nothing. How's Jacob? He be treating you well?" He continued as he took a small sip from his cocktail drink.

You nodded, glancing every now and then at your so-called "companion" who's left you to talk to some guy who supposedly knows you. It made you laugh how he thinks he's all that -- you could easily spot how the guy was wearing a worn-out suit and tie, most probably already used, and how he just seemed sketchy. 

"Keep an eye on everyone you see tonight," 

He did seem quite sketchy.

You spotted Jeonghan making his way back, guess God did hear your prayers after all. As soon as the guy spotted "Jacob" making his way towards us, he excused himself and left. Possibly to get another drink.

"Guess who managed to get us a room with my good looks," he winked at you, holding the keys high up. You couldn't help but chuckle.

Cute, you thought. Instantly regretting it when Jeonghan pointed out who flushed your face looked.

"Oh shut it, Yoon. Look, now you've ruined the mood." You shot back before he got a chance to say something sly.

His smile didn't last long though. "Oh and, who was that?" He asked, most likely mentioning the guy who'd been talking with you while he went to get the keys.

"Some guy who knows Ana. No clue, but he seemed sketchy." You replied, taking the keys from him.

A few hours passed with nothing but talking with the other participants, drinking, eating, talking again, drinking, talking...

"Huge thanks to everyone who was able to attend today. I wish all those returning back home a safe ride. Everyone who's staying for the night, you may make your way towards your rooms. Have a wonderful night!" Mr. Lin spoke out after clinking his wine glass, attaining attention from everyone present in the hall.

You followed Jeonghan as you made your way toward your room, slightly gazing in awe at all the picturesque art on the walls.

As soon as we entered our rooms, we both noticed the same exact thing.

There was only one bed.

One bed.

Anyone would expect Jeonghan to take up the sofa that was present in the room. Well, guess what? You were wrong.

There was a minute of silence before Jeonghan spoke out loud. "I'm taking the bed. You can take the bed if you want, but I'm not taking the sofa if that's what you're thinking." He smirked as he took off his shoes and placed them on the shoe rack before heading towards the bed.

Well, what did you expect?

That Jeonghan would give up the bed?

No chance and not at all surprising.

"You're such a gentleman aren't you?" You placed your shoes alongside him, making your way to the bed, not ready to give it up either. "They should've sent Joshua with me," You sighed out loud for him to hear.

"Joshua?"

"Well, anyone taking a good look at us would know that we're meant to be," You reasoned, followed by a breathy scoff from Jeonghan. You cooed at his reaction, "Aw, babe, didn't know you were the jealous type," you added, teasingly. You hated to admit it but playing Ana was fun.

"Yeah, right." 

We both had got into bed by the time it was 11. You switched the lamp that was present in your dimly lit room.

4 AM.

He stared right at me, with his dusk-brown eyes. But, it wasn't a normal stare. But a stare that held desire within. You both faced towards each other, the middle barrier made of pillows long gone.

"What?" You slurred slightly, still half-asleep, heart, leaping in your chest.

It was now that you realized that you failed to realize how ethereal he looked. His tired eyes bore into yours, as his bangs lay lazily on his face.

He leaned in slightly, reducing the gap between us. 

"Your eyes are really pretty," He muttered. It always amazed you how he didn't have much of a deep voice like other men, but still seemed dominant without it.

That was a stab to the heart. Not in a bad way though. In a way that made you want to kiss him. You wanted to hold him.

Maybe it was an exaggeration, but you swore you couldn't breathe as soon as he gently placed his lips, carefully molded into a heart, onto yours, locking it in place for a swift second before pulling away.

It lasted like a second or two, but your face looked as if you'd just run a marathon.

"Yoon, are you drunk?" you finally spoke out, not believing what just happened. You thoroughly enjoyed it, but how could he kiss you just like that?

"Yoon doesn't sit right with me, 'Babe' sounds much better."

[im-yn-suckers]

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𓆩♡𓆪pairing- bf!niki x hyperfeminine!gf 𓆩♡𓆪 warnings- kissing (one w a tongue), teasing, petnames, reader is said to have round cheeks and wear meakeup, lmk what im missing !! 𓆩♡𓆪 a/n; isn't the way i made this so cute? also im back pls forgive me ive been a responsible student (skl is biting my ass)

down𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 Data. . ███▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 𝟐𝟎%

you've always been the girl who dressed in pink, skirts, bows, and knee high socks, the style complimented you. your makeup complimented the roundness of your cheeks though niki himself hates pink, he loves when you wear it. it only adds to the power part of the power couple nickname

one day, you entered the living room with a baby blue sweater, white tennis skirt, your my melody slippers, knee high white socks with lace and a bow at the top. you entered the room chewing some pink bubblegum, looking at your boyfriend who shut his phone off as soon as you walked in.

'hey angel' he sends a wink your way. 'hi riki' you say and blow a bubble. 'got gum for me?' he asks, holding one hand, the other toying with the bow on your thigh. you stand infront of himsitting on the couch. 'nope, it was my last piece' he pulls you closer, hinting he wants your attention.

you sit on his lap and play with the hem of his black shirt, quite the opposite of what you were wearing. you smile softly and press your lips together, getting your lipstick on his lips. you feel him smile into the kiss and you smile back.

his tongue asks for entrance, sliding across your lipstick stained, lower lip. you allow his tongue to enter and he steals your gum. you taste the bubblegum, but your mouth is empty. he smirks at you once you realize his little trick.

you hop off and find your pack of gum. grabbing a piece 'i thought you said this was your last' 'looks like there was one left.' you giggle and run up the stairs to your bedroom. niki thought he was slick, was he? no, you were slicker (if thats a word)

[tossawary]

I was wondering before starting "Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney" how easy it would be to pull a Canon Divergence AU to let Mia Fey live and... wow. Both Phoenix and Maya were RIGHT there on the scene minutes after the murder. If Phoenix had been five minutes earlier to meet them for dinner, he might have been able to intervene.

Like, now I'm imagining Edgeworth gets put on an attempted murder case, no big deal. This is Tuesday to him. He goes to talk to one of the injured witnesses of the case, who managed to stop the murder but was knocked over and concussed himself on the desk or something, and... it's Phoenix Wright, after all these years. The Different Second Meeting AU possibilities are many and they are delicious.

[harryforvogue]

inspired by this request (thank you @ftdtkatie and welcome back queen). harry and mia post wedding reception. smut but it's not really detailed innit. 2.7k words. more harry and mia here

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When Harry finally untangles himself from her, Mia steps into the hotel room, twirling the key around her finger. “Wow,” she murmurs, reaching for the light switch. “This is … wow.”

Harry’s back to nuzzling against her neck, arms around her again. “Only the best for you.”

Mia suppresses her shudder, tossing the keys onto the entrance table. She lets Harry turn her around and press her against the door, his mouth on hers before she can squint up at him.

“Wife,” he says again, softly, against her mouth. “My wife.”

Her fingers grip his shirt. The blazer is long gone, sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show his strong arms, tattoos, and watch. The soft overhead light above accentuates the shine of the ring on her finger. She wiggles her fingers and Harry laughs softly, covering her left hand with his own. 

“Are you happy, Mia?” he whispers, using his other hand to pull her chin up. “Was everything perfect today?”

Mia leans her head back on the door and stares up at him. The glow of the candles to the right of him illuminates half of his handsome face. He’s smiling down at her, dimples on either side of his cheek, breathing softly. His lips are slightly swollen from all the kisses they’ve exchanged today. 

“I have never been happier,” Mia says so quietly that it’s nearly inaudible. “And you?”

Harry ducks his head down and kisses her fully, holding her head against the door. “You’ve no idea, Mia,” he whispers. “I don’t think you’ll ever know.”

She breaks her hand out of his and loops her arms around his shoulder. Harry’s eyes shine when he pulls back from the kiss, cheeks a gentle pink. He leans down and picks her up from under her knees, cradling her against his torso. Mia laughs and holds onto him tighter. Harry walks them further into the room, giving her a tour of the place with careless motions. “That’s the dining. The bathrooms. The bar. The fridge.”

Then he stops at the bed, carefully toeing off his shoes and climbing into it on his knees. He swings her carefully and then lays her in the middle of the bed.

Mia stretches cat-like, back sinking into the mattress. “Oh, that’s so nice.”

Harry smiles, sitting down, leaning on his outstretched palm. His eyes twinkle with amusement, watching her stretch her arms out above her head. “Isn’t it? My back’s been hurting something fierce too.”

She shakes her ankles out, catching Harry’s attention. “Try walking around in these.”

“You’re right.” He catches one of her ankles and starts to undo the buckle. “Torture devices.”

“Now you’re understanding.”

Harry drops the shoe and works on the other one. He massages her heel gently, forcing a groan of relief out of Mia who stares up at the ceiling. When Harry’s hand starts trailing upwards and under her dress, she grins and raises her head, pushing up onto her ankles. “What are you doing?”

Harry bends down to kiss her calves and knees, warm hands holding her as if she’ll break. “Sit up, baby. Let’s get your hair down.”

Mia does so, with help from Harry tugging on her hands, and then he sits behind her with his own tie undone and shirt halfway unbuttoned. For the reception, she kept her hair braided and up, so it’s unsurprising that by the time Harry’s done unleashing her hair, there are at least 25 pins sitting in her lap. His nimble fingers run through her hair to get rid of any hairspray, the soft hidden strands from within her bun falling in loose waves around her face. Harry holds her chin as he kisses her again. “So pretty,” he murmurs, lips sliding down to her neck. “Wanna get out of the dress?”

“Mhmm.”

He undoes the zipper and pats her thigh to get her to stand. The dress falls to her feet. Harry leans back on his palms again, biting the inside of his cheek to hide his smile. “You are so pretty, Mia.”

It’s stupid how Mia suddenly feels nervous. She’s not supposed to feel this way – she’s had sex with Harry likely a thousand times now. But there’s something about the way she stands before him in the – very meticulously picked out, thank you very much – bra and underwear set, his eyes drinking her in, though his smile really only widens when he sees the emotion in her eyes.

With his hand outstretched, he beckons her forward. As if a puppet on a string, she shuffles back to him, sitting in his lap.

He kisses her again and again, sighing and licking into her mouth with a surprising amount of gentleness that makes Mia’s throat close. 

“Are you tired? Sleepy? Hungry?”

Mia kisses him back, gripping the back of his neck. “I’ve got other things on my mind.”

He hums, drawing back to look at her face. “I’ll order food now so it’s ready by the time we’re done.”

Her fingers walk down his collarbones, lips pursed. “Done with what?” she says innocently, because even though she’s nervous, that won’t stop her from being annoying. “What do you think we’re about to do, mister?””

Harry kisses her once more. “You know damn well what we’re going to do.” Then he leans over and grabs the phone, balancing her into his lap as he does. “What do you think you’ll be in the mood for?”

Mia rests her head on his shoulder, pressing her hips against his. He takes a shuddering breath that makes her smile. “A burger.”

“Fries?”

“Nah.”

“Anything else? Dessert?”

“No cake, please. I’ve had too much today.”

“Alright, baby.”

She listens to him dial and wait for the desk to answer. His voice rumbles under her ear. He finishes his list of late night dining food with “...and if you could, a bowl of strawberries for dessert. Thanks.”

Mia lifts her head to grin at him when he puts the phone down. “So romantic.”

“Should have made them chocolate covered,” Harry says with a frown. 

She kisses him, throwing all her might into it, which effectively catches Harry off guard. Instead of catching her, he falls onto his back, his hair in his face as she swings a leg over his waist and straddles him. The undone tie comes off first, flying behind her, and Harry’s laughing as she works on the rest of his buttons. 

“What do we have – T-minus twenty minutes?”

“Thirty, likely.”

“Enough time, I’d say.”

Harry reaches up and squishes her cheeks together. “Oh yeah?” he mimics. “What do you think we’re about to do, huh?”

Mia tries to bat his hands away but he only squishes harder. She crosses her arms over her barely dressed torso and says, “You’re being horny. I’m being practical. Don’t you know that a lack of consummation is grounds for annulment?”

Harry throws his head back and snorts. “There’s absolutely no way you just said consummation.”

“It’s a real thing.”

“I’m pretty sure we’ve consummated our relationship to keep us afloat for a good decade.”

“Oh, so you’re saying you want an annulment?”

Harry bites on his inner cheek. “It’s a bit early for divorce jokes, no?”

“Annulment, not divorce.”

“Whatever.” He raises his head and smiles up at her. “Mia.”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you shaking?” His hands come up around her, yanking her down with him so she lays flat on his chest. He rubs her arms, but the shivering doesn’t stop. “Baby.”

“Is it stupid that I’m actually, you know, nervous-excited?”

“Excited, I understand. Being nervous, though, is interesting.”

“You’re not nervous?”

“To..to have sex?” Harry asks, slightly bewildered. “Not really.”

Mia rolls her eyes. “I don’t think it’s the sex that's making me nervous. I don’t know what it is. Just all the excitement and all of today, maybe. I think I’m having a sugar crash. Yeah, that’s what this feels like. But I also don’t want the day to end because I’m having so much fun. It’s surreal, but I’m also in the moment. It’s weird. I don’t know.”

She knows she’s rambling a bit, but it’s hard to stop once she’s started and Harry’s looking at her with just a fond smile, she’s not sure if he’s actually listening or just admiring her face.

“I know it’s a lot to process,” Harry says once he’s done staring at her. “Honestly, my love, if you just wanna crash for the night, we can do that. Like I said, we’ve consummated enough times–”

“I’m really starting to dislike the way you say that word–”

“--so we can just get our clothes off and go to sleep.”

Mia frowns deeply. “No way I’m sleeping without banging you within an inch of your life, Harry.”

“Romantic.” He sits up and brings her along. “Mia.” He waits for her to look at him. “You’re in charge tonight. Whatever you want goes.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

A look of determination slots onto her face. “Alright.”

The kiss is gentle, but there’s an underlying urgency in it. The way she presses her hips to his again suggests she’s done with the chatter, and when his large hands grab her waist and pull on her, she softly sighs into his mouth.

Harry – to be plain – has been hard since the moment Mia looked at him at the reception half an hour ago and said it’s time to leave. He’d been waiting for her signal, and now they’re here, Mia sprawled on top of him, thighs around his waist, and her mouth hot on his. Her hands push off his shirt, tossing it aside just as Harry’s fingers twist off the clasp of her bra.

She shivers as the straps fall from her shoulders, and Harry leans in to pepper kisses to her chest. She holds him close, cradling his head, and throwing her own head back with a satisfied hum. His lips find the column of her throat next, the back of her ear, her temple, her nose. He twists them over so that he lays on top of her, and she gives in to his heady kisses.

His hands slide down her sides, fingers catching onto the band of her underwear, and he pulls away to look at her. It’s always been what he does, Mia thinks, as his eyes search for visible agreement. She nods at him, raising her hips to help him. His dimples return and the last of her garment is tossed away.

“Not fair,” Mia murmurs, dragging her nails down his abs. He tightens the muscles to prevent being tickless. “Take yours off too.”

Harry works on his belt while Mia watches with heavy eyes. Once his trousers are gone, he fits himself between her legs and sighs at the contact of their skin.

She loves the weight of him on top of her, just shy of crushing her lungs. His soft skin against hers, simply absorbing heat. 

“Nothing else,” Mia says, getting comfortable under him. “We can do the other stuff later. Just want you inside of me right now.”

Harry smiles. “You know me too well.”

“I can tell by that evil look that you’re about to use your mouth, but I mean it,” Mia giggles, and he kisses her neck as his hands slowly part her legs. His fingers slide through, gently pressing one finger at her entrance. He pushes in and listens to her whimper before adding another. And when she whimpers again, he kisses her so he can swallow the noises and savor them. 

“Harry, ah please just – yeah. Just… yes. Yes.”

He lines himself up and carefully begins to enter her. It’s always this way, no matter if they’ve previously decided to be rough. He watches her face contort with pleasure, her mangled whine blending in with his deep groan. The feel of her walls invites him, warm and comforting.

“I love you,” Harry murmurs against her mouth, arms braced beside her head. Her eyes flicker up at him, a beginning of a flush blossoming on her face. “You are everything. Do you understand? Everything.”

His thrusts are shallow at first, but once he hears her throaty moan, he pulls her closer to him and presses deeper. She makes the prettiest sounds as he quickens his pace, eyes never leaving hers. 

“Wife,” he marvels, causing Mia to whine and throw her arms around him. Her sharp nails dig into his shoulders. “I love you. I love you.”

All of Mia’s nervousness, or whatever you would call it, melts away. Instead, she looks up at her husband in awe. Only the two of them know how far they’ve come. Nobody else but Mia sees the way Harry’s eyes take her in, how his heart beats to the syllables of her name, how his hands cup her face as if she’s the most precious thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

And in his most vulnerable moment too. Nobody sees Harry the way he is now, spread out and bare in front of her, broken down to the point where she can see every molecule of him. His fears, his fierce way of loving, his stubbornness, his protectiveness. 

It’s all hers. 

She holds him closer, emotion in her throat causing her to moan lowly, nails still pressing into his skin.

It doesn’t take long for either of them to announce their impending orgasm, but Harry goes first, and then, with the help of his thumb against her clit, she follows, hot pleasure running down her spine like electricity. He’s holding her in his arms when she’s coming down from that high, mumbles soft words against her hair.

“I love you,” Mia whispers, and that doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Harry’s lips twist into a smile and he runs his palms over her eyes. “I love you.”

“I’m crying?”

“A little, my love.”

His own eyes are looking misty again.

“Sorry. Don’t know why I’d be crying right now.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize.” He starts sliding down her body, and she only realizes what he’s doing when his head is between her legs and his tongue is darting out to give her a gentle lick.

Mia hisses, yanking on his hair. “Give me a bloody minute, would you?”

He rests his head on her thigh and waits exactly one minute before he returns to his spot and licks into her.

Despite the lack of rest, Mia’s riding out another orgasm on his tongue within minutes, the tears in her eyes now from oversensitivity. She’s pushing him away frantically, trembling when he emerges while wiping the corners of his mouth, grinning. His hair is a mess, curtains around his brows, and his eyes filled with delight.

He’s so fucking handsome.

“You just can’t help yourself,” Mia says, barely able to manage a whisper.

“You taste so good, I really can’t.”

Before he returns to lay next to her, he finds his white shirt and helps her into it. She’s shivering again, still from excitement it seems, and when he finds his place beside her, she immediately snuggles into him. Mia takes exaggerated inhales to breathe in his scent, and Harry simply cards his clean fingers through her hair. 

It’s nearing two in the morning now, but unlike before, Mia’s wide awake. Harry’s eyes are closed, she sees when she glances at him, but he doesn't seem to be asleep. She presses even closer to him, throwing the blanket over his lower half to keep him from getting cold.

When the food arrives, it’s Mia that wraps her robe around herself and takes it in while Harry yawns and struggles to sit up. They go for the strawberries first, both of them sitting in white robes on the edge of the bed, shoulders brushing against one another. He pours her some champagne and blinks at her when she tells him she’s barely had a sip of water today.

And when Harry wipes the strawberry residue from Mia’s mouth and drags her in for a deep kiss, Mia’s heart just about explodes with happiness. Harry smiles into the kiss and holds her tighter. 

She leans into his strong frame, breathing him in again.

Everything is good.

[henswilsons]

all you're giving me is friction

buck/eddie | 7k+ | ao3

“Now that is a handsome man.” The first thing Hen notices about New Recruit Eddie Diaz is that he is in possession of a remarkable set of abdominal muscles. The next thing she notices is the wedding ring. And Buck is staring at him like a piece of meat. “Oh, nuh-uh,” she says immediately. “Don’t even think about it, Buckley.”

ao3!

[mysterycitrus]

i think isolating the bats from their teams and external support systems is like….. functionally bad. like wdym red hood is on dicks speeddial but his actual soulmate donna troy isn’t. why is everyone in gotham. why do these people have no friends

[thirtysevenodddogs]

Hi! Came from ao3 and I just wanted to say I'm not sure if you're planning on continuing it but Teenage Dream is such a wonderful story and I hope you do🫶

Haaaai!! You guys don't know how excited I get over asks and messages about my little story! XD

I do plan to continue it. The next chapter should be up this weekend :D

Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to reach out!!

[sirlanval]

my piece for the @aawlwminibang!! i had the pleasure of working with Cesar_Franck on this illustration for his lanamia fic Silo Soft. it's such a detailed and technical fic with so many amazing scenes that i got to illustrate here! i also got to work with @frogs-in3-hills who drew the most amazing cover art for this fic-- check it out here! it was an absolute delight working with these two <3

[percervall]

slipping through my fingers all the time — smau

Summary: A peek into the lives of girlypop and her gaggle of husbands Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: none

images are all from pinterest, tumblr and instagram

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girlypop take all the time you need, peanut

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susie_wolff congratulations! you're gonna be the best mama ↳ girlypop thanks Susie!

jasmiine so happy for you guys! can't wait to be the best auntie for peanut! ↳ girlypop peanut is lucky to have you!

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kevinmagnussen welcome to the world Agnes. Your mummy and dads love you so much already

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oscarpiastri welcome little roo

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mickshumacher laila and I will come visit soon! congrats sis 😉 liked by girlypop

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girlypop Agnes wanted to look at every single flower before picking her favourites for her dads. Happy father's day my loves

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jasmiine your husbands are the luckiest men ↳ lewishamilton oh, we know liked by aussiegrit and kevinmagnussen

landonorris glad to see the bucket hat is appreciated ✌🏼 liked by girlypop

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lewishamilton words cannot express how happy we are. welcome Margot, you are so loved already

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georgerussell63 congrats mate!

charles_lecerc congratulations! 👶🏼

sebastianvettel congratulations!

susie_wolff Agnes can't wait to meet her little sister! congrats you four, she's perfect

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girlypop getting so big already!

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sebastianvettel look at my goddaughter getting so strong! liked by girlypop

lailahasanovic 🏃🏼‍♀️ omw for some baby snuggles ↳mickshumacher 🏃🏼‍♂️ wait for me!

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↳ oscarpiastri good to know I am not the only one she's got wrapped around her finger ↳ fernandoalo_ofical she's got better moves than him! 😂 ↳ jasmiine i'd say sorry for turning my niece into a swifty but you're welcome feels more appropriate 😘

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girlypop whoever said it was a good idea to have a baby with a 6ft giant obviously has never been pregnant before

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jasmiine if you need me to 🧹 lmk ↳aussiegrit do I even want to know what this means? ↳jasmiine no✨

susie_wolff oh I know, it's the absolute worst! but, also worth it in the end liked by girlypop

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aussiegrit Our family felt incomplete without you. Welcome Luke

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jensonbutton congratulations man. fatherhood looks good on you liked by girlypop

fernandoalo_oficial congratulations!

oscarpiastri congrats old man! liked by girlypop and aussiegrit

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girlypop @.brittnyward is this yours?

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brittnyward ah, so that's where he went. pls remind him to pick up dishwasher tablets liked by girlypop ↳girlypop will do babe!

lilyzneimer can't blame him! baby luke is the cuddliest baby ever! liked by girlypop

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girlypop this is what happens when Oscar and uncle LaLa look after Luke for the weekend 🤦🏼‍♀️

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oscarpiastri cheers mum 😶 this was all Lando ↳landonorris whats that supposed to mean? he looks like the coolest toddler on the grid! ↳jensonbutton he looks ready to take over quadrant liked by landonorris

lilyzneimer how did Agnes' race go? ↳aussiegrit she did so well! roo came third and was disappointed she didn't get to spray the champagne. pretty sure I saw nano cry ↳fernandoalo_oficial so did you cabrón liked by jensonbutton

the next time I decide to do a smau, I'd appreciate it if someone would remind me of just how long this took me

please let me know what you think. your comments, likes, and tags mean the absolute world to me 💜

[ticklygiggles]

Wild Instinct | Cynonari

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR FABIFABIIIIII (@lovelynim) I love you soooo much, I hope you like this little giftie gift ❤️ I tried to post it in kinda morning time for you because... yes. I wish you the happiest of days today Fabifabifabifabifabifabifabi! ❤️❤️ MWWWAAAAAHH

Summary: Did you know fennec foxes are playful creatures? Cyno didn't. 

Words: 1k+

He was not one to take work home, he preferred to finish all those matters at the end of his workday and enjoy his free time with Tighnari at home, however, Cyno had been terribly busy these past couple of days and the paperwork had piled up, (thanks to a certain Acting Grand Sage), so he decided to take just a little bit home, just to lighten the next day's load. 

It wasn't going to take too long, he had told Tighnari, who was resting on the couch while Cyno read his papers at the Forest Watcher's desk, surrounded by botany books, notes and some ointments that smelled really good. Cyno had barely sat down in front of the desk, if he had to say, he had been at it for about five minutes when he felt something lean against his shoulder from behind; fur tickled his cheek and he smiled as he felt Tighnari's ear twitching against his skin. 

“Missing me already?” He teased, smiling as he turned a page in the file in front of him. Tighnari did not answer, but his head nudged against Cyno's shoulder again, softly moving from side to side as if he was saying no. “I'll be done in just a few minutes, Nari, you wanna go to bed now- ack!” 

A poke to his bare waist made him jump nearly out of the roof. He reached out and captured Tighnari’s hand in his. “N-Nari, I'm really going to be finished in only a few minutes, could you– n-noho!” 

Another poke to his other side had him giggling softly and Cyno quickly caught that hand as well, turning around to look at Tighnari. “What–!” 

Tighnari had raised his head, their eyes meeting, and Cyno felt something funny swirling in his chest. Now, that was a look he didn't see often. Tighnari was smiling brightly at him, his toothy grin making Cyno flush a little. His beautiful eyes shone as brightly as the first rays of sunlight filtering through the leaves of the tall forest trees, a spark of playful malice in them. His adorable nose was scrunched up on one side, as if he were daring Cyno to do something. Cyno blinked a few times, slowly letting go of Tighnari's hands. 

“What... do you need, Nari? I- ahahaha!” Tighnari’s hands latched to his waist and squeezed it, making Cyno giggle and rise from his seat like a spring. “Nahari, what-” 

Turning to face Tighnari, the Forest Watcher quickly walked away, barely able to contain a chuckle as he continued to show his teeth in a wide smile and wrinkle his nose. Cyno didn't understand what was happening– he had never actually seen Tighnari behave that way, and for a moment he worried, thinking that maybe some plant spore had done something to him. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the only sound that left his lips was a squeal as Tighnari poked his exposed belly. 

Cyno caught Tighnari's hand again, and to Cyno's surprise, Tighnari laughed, using his free hand to try to get away while letting out panicked giggles and Cyno understood, or at least he thought he did. 

“Oh? You want to play, Tighnari?” Tighnari's expression seemed to brighten even more and Cyno smiled, although he didn't really understand what was happening, however, who was he to deny something to Tighnari? 

Cyno smirked and pulled Tighnari against him, his arm wrapping around Tighnari's waist as the other cupped his side. Tighnari jolted and he let out a laugh. 

“I haven't done anything yet? Why are you giggling so much alreHEhe! Hohold ohon!” 

Cyno had to let go of him when his hips got tickled. Tighnari giggled and he quickly backed away, looking back as he slowly walked away. Oh, he wanted Cyno to chase him? How adorable. The Mahamatra chuckled and he faked Tighnari, making him think he was going to start running after him, Tighnari screamed and ran a few steps before realizing that Cyno was not chasing him yet, but then Cyno did it when Tighnari was distracted and in two strides, he almost caught him, but Tighnari was very agile and laughing like a child, he snuck away from Cyno. 

Cyno chased him throughout the house and almost got dizzy as he circled the couch a thousand times. Tighnari was impossible to catch, moving so quickly from one side to the other that Cyno had tripped over his own feet many times already, but he was the Mahamatra and a very skilful one; he managed to corner Tighnari near the bed with his chasing skills, (and maybe a little luck), and finally trapped him in his arms, both falling to the bed with a soft 'thud'. 

“Gotcha, Nari,” he said and wasted no time. His hands glued to Tighnari's sides and started to squeeze them up and down. 

Tighnari threw his head back with bright, happy giggles. His hands pawed weakly at Cyno's hands as he barely squirmed under Cyno's weight. 

“Cynohoho!” 

“Oh, so you can talk, Nari. I thought a little mouse had eaten your tongue,” Cyno said playfully, straddling Tighnari's hips as his fingers climbed up towards his ribs. The fennec’s laughter turned louder and more panicky, but his hands simply wrapped around Cyno's wrists as his ribs were played like a new instrument. Cyno smirked. “Let's play the Nari~” 

His fingers ran over each rib and into the spaces between them and Cyno had to laugh as he noticed that Tighnari's laugh changed depending on where his fingers toyed, just like an instrument. The melody of his laughter became more intense and vibrant as Cyno played with his highest ribs, near the hollows of his armpits. If he went to the lowest ones, his almost hysterical laughter turned into frantic giggles that made him snort adorably. 

“I'm composing a masterpiece," Cyno said, smiling widely. "Who knows, maybe Nilou will want to do a dance to this new melody of mine. What do you say, Nari?”

Tighnari couldn't do anything but laugh, his cheeks were red and Cyno thought they were even a little sore. His long black eyelashes were dampened with tears caused by laughter and glistened in the dim light of the room. Cyno rarely saw Tighnari laughing like that, not even his best jokes could make him laugh that hard, plus he usually didn't tickle him because Tighnari was brutal when he took revenge on him. 

But Tighnari seemed to be having too much fun and something warm spread across Cyno's chest. Since when did Tighnari behave like this? Was it common for the Valuka Shuna race to be like this? He wondered, and would ask Tighnari about it some other time, right now he was busy making his lover happy– but perhaps he was a bit too out of breath right now. 

His hands slowed down until he was simply tracing each bone, so Tighnari could catch his breath. The Forest Watcher giggled sweetly, his hands wrapping around Cyno's wrists moved out of the way, (It wasn't like they were really trying to keep Cyno's hands away, anyway), and he willingly put his arms up by each side of his head. 

To Cyno's surprise, Tighnari began to make a very peculiar sound. A sound he has never heard before, it was something like…

“Are you purring, Nari?” 

Cyno could definitely describe that sound as a purr, just a bit more squeaky

“Hmm~” Tighnari nodded, giggling as Cyno lightly tickled his ribs. “Chase me again.”

Cyno raised his brows. “Again? I have to finish my paperwork, Nari, and- 

“Just once, yes?” Tighnari begged with a saw expression. “Didn't you have fun?” 

Of course Cyno had fun. Tighnari wasn't like this all the time, he really thought this was some kind of wild instinct kicking in, and he definitely loved it, but he really needed to finish his work or else tomorrow… 

“Just once, yes? Then I'll help you with your w-wohohork- I sahahaid chahasing!” 

Cyno giggled, “of course, first try to escape and I'll chase you, how does that sound?”

It seemed like he'll have to worry about that paperwork tomorrow, right now he was very busy playing with his cute Tighnari– stupid Acting Grand Sage could survive without those documents on time.