#a blob... a bunny.... a blob with bunny ears....

[iqmmir]

If I were to hypothetically doodle you, how should I draw you?.... Hypothetically speaking

Idk man bunny 🐇

[wuwuniki]

bunny day was made for them

[miss-mossball]

Oh if you're still taking doodle ideas! Whenever I see bubbiblob I think of them (?) Being the texture of mochi or marshmallows. Maybe bunniblob with one of those? I made this for u also!

i am just obsessed with all the effort you put into each bunnibs cute little face omg 😭 Jinwoo I love u so much

but yes Bunnib blobs are known to be the consistency of mochi or marshmallows if they feel like it :>

Bunny blobs have to be in a stable and happy mood to be this sort of consistency. You also have to be kind of an asshole to want to want to test out a bunny blobs squish and stretchability like that so only very special people will feel the mochi-ness to its full potential >:u

also because your beautiful fan art is so cute I just had to do Smorib (Smore Bunnib)

[miguelhugger2099]

Punk!Miguel who’s proud of his tattoos. At least most of them. He has some professionally done and others were stick and pokes from when him and Gabriel were younger.

Punk!Miguel who watches you with a smile when you touch up and down his arm. He hides the shivers down his spine when your perfectly manicured pink and green nails rake across the art decorated on him.

“What’s this one?” You poke at a terrible done smiley face, it was a little blobbed but barely noticeable with the much nicer ones done around it.

“One of the first tries my brother did on me when he was starting out.”

“And you kept it?” You tilt your head with a scrunch of your nose. Miguel laughs.

“Sentimental value.”

You scoff. “No way.”

“Yeah, way.” He takes your hands and pulls you closer, lugging you forward onto his lap where you belonged. Getting yourself comfortable you placed your hands on his chest.

“Are you just gonna have them on your arms?” You ask, tugging down his shirt for a peek at any new ones. Miguel smirks and stops your peeking by tsking and shaking his head—a knowing look on his face.

“Course not but tattoos cost money, babe.”

“You should get one of me.” You pout your lips, crossing your arms that makes you seem snobbish.

“What? Like get one of your face?” He laughs and leans back on his hands.

“No! Like—I dunno! Something sentimental about…me?” You look away, feeling the prickling embarrassment crawling up your neck. “Never mind!”

“Oh, so you want to be on my body, huh?” He teases, taking your hand and sliding it under his tank top to feel his warm stomach, faint dips of abs.

“You know what I mean!” You whine, feeling frozen with him holding your hand in place. He can’t help but find you adorable. Letting go of your hand to come around your waist as he leans up again, one hand coming down to cup your ass. He swallows your squeak with a kiss, unable to stop himself from biting into your sweetness.

Punk!Miguel who—even if he teased you about it—actually adored the idea of having a tattoo of you on him.

Punk!Miguel who thought day and night of what could represent you. Flowers he felt was done often, your name was cute but basic and anything else could very well be mistaken for something else. He wanted something that was obviously you.

Punk!Miguel who was rearranging his room again, bustling through various boxes for some spring cleaning.

Punk!Miguel who found his box of memories from when you two first began dating. It had been filled with all your gifts and letters you’d given him—every last piece saved securely in the corner of his room.

He smiles as he opens the box up again. Some pieces of papers falling out and the little broken keychain you got to match with him until it snapped when he accidentally sat on it.

He sits at his desk, flipping through the pages and tiny plushies you’ve given him. His heart swelling at the swirls in your writing with blue ink—the bunny pen you always wrote with.

The smile on his face continues as he reads through your words of love for him—words that you often found too difficult to say. He slams his forehead on the desk, blush coating his cheeks and ears while he groans loudly.

Each letter you’d given him ended with a print of your kiss mark at the very bottom. Some of it was a matte red, others was a faint glitter stain, but most of it was a soft pinkish color. The kind that was glossy and gave you just enough color that it looked tinted and natural.

His finger grazes the mark, an idea popping in his head.

Punk!Miguel who goes to a tattoo shop he was very well acquainted with, with an artist he knew extra well.

He slams his arm on the counter where a man was behind it, sucking on a lollipop and doodling in his sketchbook. The guy raises an annoyed brow.

“Do you have any space open for a walk-in client?” Miguel asks with a smirk.

“I don’t have space for annoying ones.” He sighs and puts his drawing pad away.

“I have money this time, Gabri. Plus, family discount.”

Punk!Miguel who is both afraid and excited to show you what he’s done to himself. He feels his heart hammering while he preps himself to show you. He’d done the aftercare as precisely as possible, taking extra care of it because this was no ordinary tattoo.

Punk!Miguel that lets you take off his shirt when he tells you he’s gotten a tattoo of you.

Punk!Miguel who smiles with amusement when you gasp and hit his arm that you were joking before! That tattooing is a permanent thing! He tells you that he knows.

His heart stills when you eyes land on his chest. On his left side, where his heart would be was your kiss mark. Just like the ones you left on the letters you used to give him.

You touch your lips subconsciously, your other set of fingers hovering over his lifted skin. You look up for permission and he nods, brining himself closer.

You marvel at the piece of work that replicated your lips. “Oh, Miguel…” You sigh, blinking back tears.

“Are you getting emotional?”

“No!”

He brings you to his chest in a tight hug, your hand still resting beside your kiss mark now permanently etched on his person—a permanent reminder that he is yours and that he loves you.

[wriothesleysgf]

sweet thing — kaeya alberich.

notes : afab reader , gn pet names , breeding , spit , praise. minors do not interact.

"that's it, bunny, just like that,"

kaeya leans over to whisper into your ear. although you're laying on your back whilst he pounds into your sweet little cunt, there's something about the way your cheeks heat up whenever he praises you that make him go absolutely feral.

the pace of his hips is sharp, snapping against your own and showing no sign of halting. it perfectly contrasts his gentle touch. each carress to your face, your thighs, your tummy, your breasts contains immeasurable love and adoration.

"so pretty like this," he cooes. one of his hands slips underneath your head, lifting you ever so slightly as he bring himself down to kiss you. "oh, darling," he groans as your lips part. his face contorts in pleasure, not bothering to maintain the snarky, teasing demeanor that he sports around others.

kaeya takes his time with you. while he keeps his movements a little frenetic, his primary goal is to go as deep as he can — and he's doing a damn good job. every time he pulls out, he leaves you empty, stretched open by only the swollen head of his cock. then he wastes no time fully sheathing himself inside of you, so much so that if you didn't know any better, you would think he's inside your womb.

he pays full attention to your whimpers and begs, listening to your body's every desire. eventually, you ask him for more. while you could reach down and play with your own puffy clit, kaeya swatted your hands away each time you've tried. "let me take care of you, sweetheart," he said, same saccharine tone as ever. you were too embarrassed to ask, yet he'd fucked you to a point of neediness that it was no longer an option.

"there we go, was that so difficult?" he chuckles lightly. before you have the chance to shy away, his fingers as spreading your sticky folds, assessing the situation. he gathers a blob of spit on his tongue, landing it directly onto your clit and making you shiver before providing the comfort of his lithe digits circling the sensitive bud. "so fucking perfect, aren't you?"

you're not sure how he manages to make you melt with such expert precision, though you're also not sure that you care. pleasure is coursing through your veins, the knot in your stomach growing tighter with every movement. and kaeya could tell.

"are you ready to cum, my darling?" he muses. "i won't make you beg, i'm not a total monster,"

you nod frantically, not trusting your voice. kaeya chuckles at your eagerness, consumed by the knowledge that only he got to see you like this and only he could make you feel such way.

"come on, my pretty bunny. let it all out," he states, continuing to play with you. "i'm going to breed you nice and full, okay? fuck, i can't stop thinking about how heavenly you'd look swollen with our kids..." kaeya notices how your walls flutter around him at such confession. "you like it that much, my love?" he leans down, resting his forehead against your own and staring into your eyes.

"aren't you an angel, hmm? my angel, my bunny," kaeya rambles. within a few deep thrusts, you can feel his cock twitch inside of you, spilling ropes of cum against your cervix. the sensation pushed you over the edge too, slick from your combined highs creating a mess between your legs.

"so sweet," kaeya cooes, kissing you adoringly. he holds you close, not pulling out from you just yet. "let me stay like this for a while, okay?" he punctates the sentence by kissing your forehead gently.

the calvary captain looked so content. so much fondness filled his gaze that it lit your heart of fire, falling in love with him all over again.

[goblin-mask]

Until You Smile (Venom x Fem Reader)

Anon Requested:  May I request a Venom x reader story please? Like he’s trying to cheer her up by taking different blob forms and trying to look extra cute wanting to see her laugh again please?

“EDDIE... LET ME SEE HER....” Venom says within Eddie’s mind.

“I’m not sure if she wants that... She has been kind of touchy...” Eddie says with uncertainty.

Eddie and Venom can see you sitting on the couch curled up on your side. You had been upset all day. You came home yesterday from work and you seemed off, but Eddie didn’t question it and decided to make dinner for you, which you didn’t eat.

“PROBABLY BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT GOOD AT ATTRACTING A MATE IN THE FIRST PLACE.”

“Hey! Let me-” Eddie gets cut off as Venom begins to incase his body. 

You hear the big thundering footsteps of Venom and the weight and creaking of the couch as he sits down.

“NIBBLES... YOU ARE LOOKING LIKE A SNACCC WITH THREE C’s” You giggle slightly before looking at him.

“I don’t want love bites right now V...” You say in a more somber tone.

“NOT NOW NIBBLES. I LOVE YOU” You see as the white part of Venoms chest turns into a heart.

“I love you too V..” You say with a small smile.

You can see as his body morphs slightly and extensions begin to grow out of his head.

“What is that?” You ask pointing to the top of his head.

“BUNNY EARS. BUT YOU LIKE IT BETTER WHEN I CALL YOU THAT RIGHT~?” He has a slight purr in the back of his throat which makes you blush.

The ears suddenly disappear into cat ears instead and he develops a nose as he leans over you. You feel him nuzzle into you as he picks you up and places you into his lap. You can’t really describe his texture. He isn’t as slimy as one might think. He continues to purr and nuzzle into you as you scratch between the makeshift ears. His whole body shivers and you giggle again.

“IS MY NIBBLES HAPPY?” He asks the the most hopeful tone he can muster.

You nod and kiss his forehead. “Yes I am very happy Venom... Thank you.” You say as you curl into him.

“Tell Eddie i’m sorry for being mean yesterday... I was just frustrated..”

“HE UNDERSTANDS AND HE LOVES YOU. WE LOVE YOU NIBBLES” Venom says as he licks your cheek.

You groan in annoyance before saying. “I love you both too.”

[actuallynickels]

I have a question thats been lurking in the back of my mind for a bit of time about your sona. Is the one you use for Farfetched replacing the one you used beforehand?

You mean the human one that still has the bunny ears?

They're just a diff version of my persona, not Far-Fetched specific! Nah I'm just using them interchangeably now. I've had some gender/self image feelings for a while so I use my bunny because she's cute but doesn't present strongly femme in a human shaped kinda way (like obviously she's girl coded but like... also a blob). Creating my more human persona actually gave me a ton of anxiety because I don't feel like I "deserve" to look that human or femme. That's why it took me a while to actually use her. I still love lil huni bun tho. She's a good lil blob.

[meowmeowriley]

so ghost has his tattoo right. i think he needs something rabbit related that’s so fucking obvious in retrospect but so much of that sleeve is like. ooh edgy war shit that nobody’s looked close enough (…or maybe it’s hidden somewhere else and soap busts out laughing when he eventually sees it)

- 🦈

What I can't decide on is weather Ghost still has his Canon tattoo here. I want him covered in rabbits and rabbit skulls. I love his edgy emo army guy tattoo, don't get me wrong, but like, wouldn't it be hilarious if it were all rabbits and rabbit related stuff?

We've all seen it, a bunch of skulls, a bomb, the typical rifle with a helmet in the boots. I love that, but imagine if some of the skulls were rabbit skulls, instead of two boots its a boot and a rabbits foot. the bomb has an angry rabbit on the side of it instead of the jagged teeth and angry eyes? The soldier with the rifle is the same, but with bunny ears. Idk man, I want to bunnyify his tattoo, and cover him in more of them.

Anyone who sees it probably only sees the bottom edge up close, and at a distance since it's so busy it's just a smokey gray blob.

It wouldn't be until he had revealed himself as being a rabbit that Soap got a decent up close look at the damn thing, and you can bet your ass he'd start laughing hysterically.

Fuck I wish I could draw 🥲

[saigawrites]

Hey siri, how to take care of an aura jelly blob?

Continuation of my series | part 1 | part 2

Seelie! Genshin characters x Platonic! Gn! Reader

Sumeru men edition

Tags : fluff, crack, scenarios

Warnings : cursing, mentions of animal attack

Summary : you took home a strange creature, that looked nothing like anything from your world. So, you try to take care and somehow live with this sentient balloon.

You didn't know what had happened at all. You didn't know how and why you took home an intellectual blob with pretty colors. But, right now there is no time asking questions, as this flying circle thing has been squeaking for about 30 minutes, trying to explain you something. You came up with an idea in your mind, but for a moment thought it would be impossible. But, who knows? Maybe this creature actually has an intelligence and can write what they wanna say on a notebook?

Grabbing a empty notebook and a pencil from your workspace table, you open it and give the pencil to the creature. Shockingly, it holds it with tiny arms, and levitating themselves closer to the paper, they start to scribble something.

Wanderer ♥︎

"Filthy humanoid creature! I am the unnamed wanderer from teyvat! I know nothing about the surrounding environment around me. Tell me, where am I, so I can figure out a way to return to my homeland. And don't you dare to take advantage of my current state! I am powerful beyond your understanding, even if I'm not in my original form."

Okay, that's kinda freaky. Why is an aura balloon acting all supreme now?

When you read what he wrote, an "really?" expression set on your face. That's probably why he zapped you when you took him out of your bag.

As much as you know, there isn't a place called "teyvat" in any part of the globe. So, this thing is from another one. Great. You somehow bringed an alien into your house.

But at least, some of your questions were answered.

You found a bit funny that a floating circle with cat ears and tail was deliberately trying to boss around, though you didn't wanna get electrocuted again, so you simply followed whatever demands this alien thing could have.

Oh, his demands were BIG. No sleeping past 6 AM, doing intense research on the topic of multidimensional lapping, and long explanations about literally everything your world can offer you.

Well, you are glad that you don't have to feed him or watch after him.

That last part was a lie, as this seemingly harmless boss companion of yours was dangerously curious, and happened to cause trouble even if he was as soft as jelly.

Yeah, that time he wanted to see what type of clothes do your humans wear, he shaked that closet a little too much, as it almost fell on you.

You learned that he is surprisingly very strong after that, he even helped you put the heavy wood rectangle back in place.

Or that time you both were taking a walk in the forest, and he came too close to an aggressive tank with antlers, a 6 feet tall moose, making him react violently to you.

Gladly, the moose couldn't come any closer as your blue-purple friend somehow casted a heavy gust of wind, strong enough to push the animal away.

Your angry little jelly blob rushed to your side after that, afraid of you damaging yourself in any way. After scanning your face for any injuries and finding none, the cat blob made sure to not to stray away from you far.

Kaveh ♡

"Thank you, kind-hearted humanoid! I was so scared when I woke up in that place. Your rescue will be forever remembered by me. I am Kaveh, the architect of the sumeru city! It is an honour to be acquainted with such a peculiar creature like you! Please, help me find a way for me to get back to my planet."

First off, did he mention sumeru? The ancient city that existed centuries ago? Second off, did he call you peculiar? These balls be wildin

The warm-yellow bunny eared balloon floated around you excitedly, waiting for your response. You wanted to pet him and slap him into the void at the same time.

You got his vibe just right in your first interaction. The jelly ball acted all cute and adorable, but the clinginess of his made you progress on the aggression part in the cuteness-aggression feeling way more.

Seriously, this piss blob's ignoring of your personal space is on another level. The amount of times you had to shove him away from nuzzling all over your face and hair is overwhelming.

In his eyes, you are a majestic architectural masterpiece. He takes notes how your eyes and ears are on the same level, how your brows are exactly perfect centimeters away from your eyes. He loves your nose structure, he often stares at it to much, gaining a questioning look from you.

He is just like that with literally everything else in your apartment. He takes notes of the proportions of some objects, and in his seelie mind he finds ways to project your modern structures into his own.

Other than disturbing your piece he likes to look out the window, stare down at all of the other buildings and examine them with extreme focus.

Sometimes he even tries to make a sketch with his itty bitty hands, but fails miserably and comes crying to you, burying himself in your arms and making you pet his smooth body.

Al-haitam ♥︎

"I am Al-haitam, and I come from another world, as you probably already have guessed from our appearance differences. I thank you for taking me into a safe environment, may the archons bless your kind-soul. I ask you to fulfill my another wish, help me return back."

Who are archons? Are they some kind of deitys? Gods perhaps? You truly don't know.

His calm and reserved behavior matched his talking style. He kinda reminded you of the mystical tree, his colors and a leaf like antenna confirmed your statement further.

That's probably why you would burst out laughing whenever the green aura circle would act all smart, reading books and watching educational videos on youtube with you.

Though, after laughing your ass off, you would always think of his behavior as cute in a way. So much that you would have to hold your hands in place and resist the urge to just squeeze the life out of him.

Sometimes you couldn't hold it tough, and give in to your desires, smiling and giggling as you nuzzle this jello orb body of his.

Fighting back and eventually winning, he would aggressively bring your communication notebook and write down that your relationship is purely professional and you are disturbing his necessary research.

Making a ridicilously serious face and nodding repeatedly you would leave him alone for some time, only to come back again to lay on him and fight in the process.

Eventually he would just give up and go with the flow of your playfulness, seeing as he got exhausted of reading multiple books already.

And when you would get tired, you both would just lay there, napping peacefully as he nuzzles in your chest, listening to your heartbeat and think of how strange you are in his world perspective.

After waking up from a quick nap, he would poke you with his tiny arms and tug you to stand up to go to the library with him.

He really loved your libraries, the sight of your extremely detailed and textured bookshelfs and scriptures would make him scream like a fangirl on the inside.

He also liked your concentrated state, with your reading glasses on and gaze fixed on the letters. He would enjoy it even more when you would take notes of the subject, he's genuinely amazed of your handwriting.

Cyno ♥︎

"I am the general Mahamatra, Cyno. I thank you for saving me from the streets. I would be more than happy if you could get me back in my world, teyvat. Thanks in advance, or should I say, in later on."

What the hell was that. Was it... a joke? Okay, now is not the time to question what type of humor does this purple circle has.

Oh, but he's questioning you, looking at you with such a attentive gaze. Is he waiting for you to laugh?

Fulfilling his wishes, you chuckled from the amusement of not getting the joke at all. The blob didn't care though, as he simply jiggled in his place, proud of himself.

From that moment you discovered that this alien orb is a terrible jokester, as he would literally pull you from whatever you were doing to just check his new made ones.

And everytime you couldn't help but laugh histerically at his antics, because you wouldn't get the premise at all. All of his jokes never made sense, but were the most hilarious thing you laughed at in a while.

And he would always jiggle with pride after you laughed, bro really thought he gained a fan of his jokes💀.

One day you thought about showing him your world's perspective of humor, as you sat him up on the couch and turned on the tv with popular comedy shows.

Safe to say he would repeatedly jump from his seat, and roll on the couch from side to side, as his purple anubis ears would jiggle uncontrollably.

You took it as a sign of him liking it, and soon enough you both had a routine of watching comedy shows and gasp from laughing.

At first you thought he was just a happy go lucky guy, not realizing he can be sort of a guard dog.

Really, you only saw him being serious when he sensed something and flew to it's direction, only for it to be a racoon that he scared away with mini thunder.

Now you got why he was such a bright color of purple. Not gonna lie, you were a little scared to hold him after that, afraid he'll electrocute the shit out of you😰.

But it never happened, so you guess he's only friendly to you? Honestly, you felt kinda honored to have this status.

Tighnari ♡

"Greetings, suspectable another species of humankind. I am Tighnari, the forest ranger of the sumeru region. It is a pleasure to be in your natural environment, being able to study your world. Though, I would appreciate it if you could help me return back to sumeru. I still have a ton of things to do back there, so please, make sure to fulfill my request."

Is he some type of a scientist? "A pleasure to be in your natural environment, being able to study your world" yeah, my ass.

And he was an ass. Pain in the ass, to be exact.

He wouldn't leave you alone, wherever you would go or whenever time it was. He was always around you, floating and examining your features.

He just can't help himself, you look so strange! And everything around you looks so strange. He just has to know atleast something about the place he is in right now, what type of setting it is, how does it work, and yada yada yada...

That's what lead you to the situation you are in now, as he peeked out of your hoodie pocket, staring at all the contests of the supermarket you were in.

Even if you had told him already a thousand times that he can't go with you because he doesn't look like everybody else, he didn't listen and sneaked inside your clothes, successfully getting out of the house with you.

You desperately tried to cover his enormous ears with your hands, stuffing him further inside the pocket only for him to pop out from the other side. What a nosy aura blob.

It would get even worse when he would fly out to scan some object like salty pickles, thinking of it as peculiar, when in reality the only thing that's peculiar was him.

He would closely watch whenever you would put something in the cart, taking notes on how you hold the product and how you place it inside the metal structure.

He especially got very freaky about your world's greenery, demanding you to go out with him into a park, a nearby forest or literally anywhere where there is some type of plants.

You instead decided to take him into a local botanical garden, and when I say he went crazy, he went crazy.

Stopping every 3 minutes to find a new plant and examine it for about 20 minutes you and him spent the whole day in that garden.

He would poke your shoulder to it being numb, asking you to explain or tell what kind of plant it is, where does it grow, how does it grow, can we take it home, all that nerdy shit.

You did end up taking some small house plants afterwards, due to his unstoppable crying and squeaking, like a child wanting their parent to buy candy in the store.

He then made sure to always bug you to take care of the plant, saying that he is "incapable" of doing so himself. What a troublesome circle.

Oof, this ones LONG. And I'm proud of it😜. Genuinely hope you enjoy this, cuz I spent an eternity writing this😭.

Tag : @vault-of-reblogs

[fatuifucker]

If you're still taking requests for the event, could you write sub trans diluc and dom afab reader?

sub trans! diluc x soft dom gn reader

WARNINGS = smut, bunnysuit, toys (vibrator + dildo), oral sex (reader giving), edging

W/C = 0.6k

A/N = wow my first edging + past tense piece. ik this was supposed to be fem-sex but i accidentally made it gn so eh

You would pity him if it weren't for this delicious view. The scion of Mondstadt. Master of the Dawn Winery. Head of the largest wine empire in Teyvat. The man who holds all those titles…riding a dildo in a bunnysuit. The sight alone made you lick your lips, one hand propping a kamera pointing down at him, another circling your clit as the vibrator stuffed inside you whirs with vigour.

Diluc's trying his hardest to hold back, to stifle his moans, keep his composure in check. His ankles must be aching from squatting in that position in those black heels, sliding himself up and down the thick length of the silicon cock. If your hands weren't preoccupied, you would have reach to caress that scarlet mane of his, brushing the cute bunny ears that adorn his pretty little head. Instead, you opt to press on the shutter button a couple more times. Mementos for the both of you.

"Luc, I'm close," you whispered, feeling the knot in your tummy getting tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

Poor Diluc doesn't get a chance to react before you sprayed your juices all over his face, gasping in shock and shuddering as he too reached his peak. Some of the droplets land on his tongue, which he oh-too-delightedly accepted.

"Sit on the chair," you ordered as you stood up, watching as he obediently followed your command.

You set the camera on a table and kneeled in front of him. Carefully, you slip off his heels, pausing before planting kisses on his sore feet. He stiffened at the gentle display, pale face warming up to the colour of a fiery blaze as he muttered a "thank you". You smiled up at him, parting his thighs and staring in awe at the glistening covering over his pussy.

"Don't stare, (Name)."

You laughed at the evident embarrassment in his voice. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just amazed at how wet you are." You swiped a blob off his thighs, shoving the stained finger in your mouth to lick it clean before purposefully taking it out with a pop. "all this just for me."

"Please stop teasing me and get on with it," he sighed in exasperation.

You obliged him by parting his labia with the aid of your fingers before sliding your tongue into his hot pussy. Already, he is oozing with stickiness. The taste, the scent; it makes you delirious, and you can't help but moan into his cunt as you lap up his juices like the finest wine. Diluc grinds against your face, moaning as he pushes you deeper. Fuck decency and pride. He's so cute that you almost want to shove a carrot in his mouth to shut him up.

You gently take his hands off you, looking up at him with a devilish grin even as your tongue continues prodding him. His palms rest on the armrests now, body forming an arch as he keens into you.

"Will you beg me to let you cum?" you lips formed a smirked as you play with his erect clit.

"Enough. You– ngh…are pushing it."

"Aww, am I?" you cooed. "But you like this, don't you? You love it when I make you beg."

"That's—"

"I'm not letting you cum unless you beg."

"I…"

The words died in his throat as soon as your lips made contact with his cunt again. You take in everything of him and he helplessly gives it all to you, chanting a series of "more, more, more!" as you skillfully toy with him. Closer, closer, closer, he is so close, so close, so close—

Oh the whine that escaped his lips when the warmth left him, hole clenching cold air. "Wh…"

"Shh, I told you didn't I?" the same devillish made its way on your face once more. "I'm not letting you cum until you beg."

[skunkes]

are bunnies a possible cousin to smunkers? 🥺

yeeeees ^_^ more far removed, but associated due to al nickname and blob skunker ears

[neptunestoast]

Happy easter

HAPPY EASTER MOSHIE!!!!!!!

Happy Easter, everyone!!!

*Blob shifts some bunny ears and tail*

Hehehe Blob join with the chaos >:]

[Sorry, I haven't been active lately, I've been trying to get stuff done, and it's stressing me out that im not talking here. Uhhhhhhhh, so haves a Ragatha doodle]

((Thanks for checking on me))

[skin-of-my-teeth]

Slave to Desire

Tags: Feedism, Weight Gain, Vore, Slave/Master, Predator/Prey, Owning prey, Blob King Namjoon, Slave Jungkook, Predator/Wolf Joon, Prey/Bun Koo, Dumbification, Gaslighting, Collars/Leashes, Fattening up prey to eat, Gluttony, Magic Potions = size difference, Hard vore, Swallowing whole, Belly gurgles, Digesting, Fattening up from eating prey, Hedonistic self indulgent filth. <3

Jungkook has been the King's slave for so long that he is the dumbest little chubby bunny. Namjoon is a huge, spoiled blob that gets to eat anything he wants because he's a Predator and royalty.

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“Come here, honey~” The massive wolf lounging up on his throne patted his immense belly. “I still have room for you~”

Jungkook’s leash was pulled on and he whined softly, dumbly hopping forward.

“Yes, Master?” He jiggled as he bounced forwards, wanting to be good. The King, Namjoon, looked at him affectionately.

“Such a good little pet~ Come on, darling. Up.” Jungkook crawled up and sat on his master’s massive lap. Jungkook was by no means a small bunny, but he looked tiny when compared with the stacks of rolls and blubber that was the rich, gluttonous King. Jungkook was tugged by his collar and chained leash, and he fell right onto the big wolf’s gut, still bloated fat from his earlier feast.

“Your King is hungry,” Namjoon purred and settled his warm paws on Jungkook’s bare sides, squeezing him.

“But, Master just had a feast,” Jungkook patted his little bunny paws on Namjoon’s immense belly. The wolf was presented with three deer hybrids last night, and he devoured them all. The predator purred deeper at the belly rubs.

“Master has been preparing you, little one~”

Namjoon massaged Jungkook’s plump sides. He melted at how good it felt. He had been the fat king’s slave for… how long now? He couldn’t even remember. A few years? More? Everything was a blur. All he knew was that his master adored him. Jungkook was his good little pet. His favorite.

“You’re almost ready,” A large paw settled on Jungkook’s plumpened belly and gently pat. He whimpered in pleasure as his belly gave a fattened jiggle underneath the warm hand.

“Ready for what, Majesty?” Jungkook looked up with big eyes.

“My sweet little bunny~” The wolf tugged on his leash again and Jungkook whined happily.

Namjoon knew that his slave loved being manhandled by his collar, a constant reminder that he was under his ownership. His yummy little pet was so deliciously dumbed down. “You’re finally fattened up from eating so many feasts. I’ve been plumping you now for months, prepping you to be rich. A true delicacy of my court.”

Jungkook cocked his head, feeling stupid. “Bunny likes being fat, Master. It’s cozy.”

The King cooed and rubbed his paws deeply into Jungkook’s middle, softening him. “Isn’t it? And you’ve done so well too. Been such a good boy and fattened yourself so nicely.” Namjoon proudly patted Jungkook’s sides. The bunny whined again from the praise as he happily jiggled.

Jungkook was sure that the King loved him more than anything.

“Now, lay back on my belly, darling. Let me butter you up. You’ve been a good boy and deserve a treat.”

Jungkook’s tail wiggled and he took his normal place on Namjoon’s gut. The wolf’s large paws settled on his waist and continued rubbing, massaging him and making Jungkook feel melty.

A large table was rolled in and set in front of the King’s raised throne. Jungkook’s ears perked up. More food? The large silver platter in the middle sat empty, but in front of it was a big stack of sweets. Jungkook loved sweets. Donuts and cakes and delicious rich things.

Namjoon reached around Jungkook, plucked a long donut off of the tower, and pushed the end into Jungkook’s mouth.

“Eat up, Pudding. I want you nice and fat,” He patted Jungkook’s belly and the bunny whined around the delicious treat, his ears drooping.

He sunk into his King’s mass and happily took bite after bite that was fed to him, collared and in bliss. Namjoon’s large warm paw was resting on his tummy, rubbing doting circles and feeling how his soft belly slowly swelled.

Jungkook ate treat after treat until his stomach pushed out as thickly as he could manage. He was making little noises and trying to swallow what was fed to him, but could barely take another bite. He was rounded in the same way that happened every night ever since he was collared as the King’s pet. Fed until he couldn't hold any more, he was stuffed fat with sugar and cream. The wolf purred as Jungkook’s belly bulged heavily into his paws.

“My good boy, plump and ready~” He dug his fingers into the soft chub lining Jungkook’s middle, and felt how full he was underneath the sugary fluff. Jungkook was so tight underneath the supple padding that he burped.

“Nnnnh- your good boy. I like getting bigger for you, Master-” He dumbly exhaled, too full to move. Namjoon pet over him again and again soothingly, coaxing him into sleep.

“You’re going to be so sweet, little one. How fast do you think that your tummy will digest this, hmm?” He gave a soft pat to his swollen gut. “I want you as fat as possible for tonight.” Jungkook rumbled happily.

“What’s tonight, master?” He wiggled back into the rolls of heavy squish bulging around him.

“Oh, you’ll see, baby bun. I’ve had big plans for you. This evening you get to fulfill your purpose. Doesn’t that sound nice? Master has been looking forward to this for a long time.” The King rumbled and Jungkook mewled. He was about to reply, when something warm was slathered on his skin. Jungkook opened his eyes and looked down. The King was massaging something into his overly-full tummy.

“What’s that?” He asked stupidly, enjoying the belly massage.

“Just some butter to help your belly soften up and digest these yummy treats faster~” Namjoon purred and continued massaging Jungkook, coating him in the stuff until he was glistening.

“Mmmm, bun feels pretty-” He snuggled back in, and the wolf laughed.

“You are pretty, lovely. Now, sleep. It helps your belly digest faster. Helps turn these sweet calories into bunny pudge~” He massaged the stuffed swell and Jungkook drifted off.

“When you wake up, Master will get to enjoy you~”

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Jungkook woke up to the rich smells of the feast. The table was back and heaping with food, but now full of the King’s favorite delicacies.

Usually there were prey hybrids chained and ready to be gobbled up, but tonight there wasn’t anyone. Jungkook yawned and stretched. His skin felt soft and oiled. His tummy was bloated from devouring the sweets while he lazily napped, and he looked down to see the soft swell of new fat sitting inside of him. The King’s paw was gently squeezing it and rubbing slow circles.

“Bunnies fatten so quickly,” He rumbled in praise, and Jungkook nodded, sleepy and trying to wake up. He sat up and his tummy bulged in Namjoon’s paws securely wrapped around him, keeping him in place. Jungkook realized that there wasn’t the usual collar and leash on him, and he looked around.

“Majesty,” he wiggled his hips so his plump middle jiggled in Namjoon’s hands. It always made the wolf purr, and it did now too. “Where is your feast?” 

The King squeezed Jungkook’s waist.

“Oh don’t worry, baby. It’s right here.”

Jungkook looked at the table in front of him. Only the King’s favorite side dishes. This wasn’t enough to feed the King’s greedy belly. “No deer tonight?” He asked and looked around the court room to see if any chained hybrids were coming to be the King’s main course.

“No, honey. I’m after something more plump and delicious than deer tonight.” Namjoon’s paws kneaded Jungkook’s belly thoroughly.

He relaxed into the touches, basking in them, “mmm~ Why so much massaging today, Majesty?” He giggled in bliss, “I love it- but- usually I don't get this many pets.”

The King chuckled lowly and patted Jungkook’s fattened belly.

“I want you nice and tender, now don’t I?”

Jungkook nodded without thinking, and then froze. His dumbed mind finally caught up. “I- tender?”

The King’s paw kneaded in deeper, massaging him so firmly that he knew his belly must be flushed pink.

“Yes, little morsel. You’re freshly fattened. Now, I want you soft and tender so you’re the perfect meal.”

Jungkook squeaked, too slow to realize what it meant before the King’s massive paws were digging into his sides and lifting him up and towards him.

“B-but master!” Jungkook squealed, now realizing why he was buttered. Why he was so well-fed. Why he had gotten the luxury of being stuffed every day with rich, creamy sweets and delicious cakes. He was the wolf’s next meal. The King's feast.

Namjoon purred at him as Jungkook struggled in his strong paws. “You’re going to be delicious, my adorable, dumb bunny. I’ve been fattening you for a long time just for my feast tonight. Dumbed you down to make you sweet and willing. Fed you up to make you delicious and plump. So you can serve your King and fill my gut.”

Jungkook squeaked and trembled with fear, his mind scrambling against the dumb haze that he had been strategically lulled into. The wolf had kept him so long, just for this?

“But I can’t go inside of your belly! No one ever comes out-” He begged, “Majesty likes me!”

“I do,” The King grinned, “and it’s going to make eating you even more pleasurable. I’ve been so looking forward to this, little morsel.”

Jungkook squealed as he was lifted up towards the big wolf’s mouth and had a potion poured into him to shrink him down until he was bite-sized. If the King was using the potions, that meant he wanted to swallow him down whole.

“Don’t worry, Pudding. It won’t be painful. I’m not a monster. You’ve been my good boy, so I won’t chew you up like I do with the prisoners. I want you whole in my belly. So Master can enjoy you, and savor you, as my gut digests you nice and slow.”

Jungkook sobbed as he was lifted up to the wolf’s mouth and dangled over the gaping hole. He begged desperately, “P-please! I’ll do anything! I’ll eat more! I’ll get fatter!!”

The wolf laughed with glee, “you’re plenty fat enough, little bun,” and plopped Jungkook right into his mouth. He squealed as the wolf closed his lips around him, and began slowly suckling on him. The deep moans at his flavor reverberated around him as he was trapped in the wet darkness, completely at the hungry predator's mercy. Screaming did nothing but make his Master chuckle and roll him with his tongue.

“So sweet and delicious- just like I knew you would be.” Jungkook tried to grab onto anything, but the massive wolf was tilting his head back, and Jungkook was sliding down his throat.

He wailed as warm muscles contracted around him. The huge predator swallowed him, and he slid down his throat to plop into his gut.

Instantly, Jungkook began to grow back to his normal size, to fill up his Master’s belly. He was thankful at least that he was gobbled down whole instead of eaten like the wolf enjoyed devouring lean prey and prisoners.

The rich walls grew smaller around him- no, he just grew back to his normal size, plump and making Namjoon’s belly distend with how satisfying his meal was. The wolf rumbled around him, and Jungkook vibrated with it as he felt his Master’s big paw settle on his own gut and begin rubbing Jungkook through the fat.

“What a good, plump little prey-” He purred and patted his swollen gut, thereby patting Jungkook through the ample fat of his belly. He whimpered and tried to push back, to no avail.

The wolf guffawed as his belly bulged where Jungkook tried to push his hands and feet. “Now now, little one. There’s no use in that. You can’t get out. You’ve seen me devour prey every night. You know better.”

Jungkook was jostled as the wolf patted him back into place with both paws, keeping him snugly fitted in his gut.

Amidst the darkness, he tried to find the opening he had slid down, but the wolf’s stomach had closed around him, keeping him securely tucked inside. He whimpered and panicked, trying to push against the warmth that he knew would begin lovingly churning around him soon.

Jungkook had rubbed the King’s belly every night after the feast for years, and he knew that there was no way out. Prey that weren’t chewed up could beg and fight as much as they wanted, just to be kneaded into submission and gobbled up. Jungkook had laid on Namjoon’s warm gut every night as the King slept and digested. Jungkook had listened to his belly growl in pleasure, gurgle deeply, and slowly distend throughout the night, softening until Jungkook woke up snuggled into thick, plush fat. He had always rubbed the King’s hungry belly dotingly, massaging oil into it and cooing that his Master had feasted well. Only, he was the meal now, and in the morning, the King’s belly would be pushed out warm and thick with new fat from digesting him.

He whined in fear and desperately squirmed. It was a snug fit, the walls tight around him, and he realized that his King's hefty gut was actually more thick blubber than room for food.

“There, there~” Namjoon cooed down at his swollen gut, soothing the prey inside that was coated in fear like being rolled in sugar. He licked over his lips for more of the flavor. “I’ll take good care of you, bun. You don’t need to worry. Just relax. You’re safe and sound in my belly. I promise.”

Jungkook whimpered again, feebly pushing even though he knew it was no use. There was a loud gurgle around him as the predator’s gut rumbled in pleasure about the size of its meal.

Namjoon cooed again and talked to his belly this time, instead of Jungkook inside of it. The prey was still rubbed over, but he could tell that the wolf was patting his own gut out of hedonistic pleasure now, instead of pushing him into submission. “Isn’t he yummy, hungry baby? I’ve been fattening this one up for you for a long time. Gobble him up and enjoy.”

Jungkook whined again as the wolf’s belly rumbled again like it was talking back to its Master, like it was thanking him for the fattened prey. “Such a good boy.” Namjoon purred, and Jungkook didn’t know if he was praising his own rumbly gut, or him inside of it.

“Eat up~”

Jungkook whined as the predator’s hungry stomach began curiously kneading him, assessing how fat he was and giving pleasured gurgles of approval. His middle was squeezed, then his thick legs and arms. Jungkook whined as the warm walls around him greedily focused in on the fattest part of him, massaging Jungkook’s belly and waist with loving squeezes, making him involuntarily relax as he was tenderized. The wolf’s stomach growled happily around him.

“I know, he’s such a plump, delicious thing, isn’t he?” Namjoon cooed and firmly rubbed his own belly, apparently encouraging his stomach to eat up Jungkook.

The prey whined in protest, but couldn't help that the massage felt good. After his belly was softened up, his pudgy arms and legs were next, and the warm muscles around him worked all of the tension out of him, still keeping up the greedy gurgles.

Jungkook was slowly kneaded and prepped to be devoured. He relaxed without wanting to, until the wolf was purring and patting his fattened gut in pride. Namjoon belched loudly.

“That’s it, little morsel. Just relax and settle in. My belly will gobble you up in no time.” He let out a last, pitiful little whine as Namjoon’s tummy began really working him, dissolving the fear and making him feel cozy and loved and cherished.

Jungkook sunk into the fat around him, comfortable and warm, and weakly let his Master’s tummy gurgle happily around him and tenderize him until he was ready. He could feel the King’s heavy paw resting on him, cupping him as his belly cradled him. He gently rubbed Jungkook in deep circles, making Jungkook melt as he was dotingly petted through the thick fat.

“My favorite slave~ You’ll be safe and warm in my belly forever.” A deep cozyness spread over him, making him feel heavy and lethargic. Jungkook relaxed into it, hearing another loud, pleased growl around him before he drifted off into sleepy relaxation, as the predator’s belly began the process of digesting its meal.

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Namjoon smiled down at his bulging belly as his stomach gurgled again, and he continued rubbing the big swell. His prey was so delicious. Fattening him had been worth it. His belly was so happy. He could feel it.

Namjoon's greedy wolf was working so hard to gobble up its meal, and he patted his gut proudly as he could feel the prey safely tucked inside, cozy and warm in his belly.

“See, little one? I promised it wouldn’t hurt~” Namjoon purred and felt his stomach devour the morsel, savoring and massaging the plump prey greedily like it had never had a meal before. The wolf purred and lounged back, content to rest both paws on his distended belly and enjoy as his tummy worked hard to eat up the meal inside.

“Such a good, plump slave~” He belched and patted his gut proudly, “such a good meal for a King. So delicious and fattening.”

He licked his lips for more of the bunny’s rich flavor that lingered, belched deeply, and slowly rubbed his gurgling gut to help it digest the morsel that he had planned on devouring since the first day when Jungkook had been brought to him in chains, sold to him runty and malnourished. No one had seen his potential like Namjoon had. It was so much more satisfying eating prey that was thoroughly fattened and dumb. Ready to be good and be his dinner. He licked his lips again, purring deeply, thinking that no prey would ever be as delicious of a meal as the one currently being digested in his belly. He felt the deeply satisfied gurgles bubble against his palms, and smiled in satisfaction as his belly gobbled up its sweetened, plump feast.

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The wolf woke up satisfied and syrupy. Underneath his paws, his gut was heavily pushed out with a new swell of thick, plush fat. Namjoon lazily licked his chops and dug his paws into his gut. There was a supple layer of blubber filling his belly, but no hard stuffing in his middle, which meant that his bun was fully digested and now settled as sweet, warm squish.

“Such a greedy pet~” He praised down at his gut, hungrily squeezing all of the new supple fat under his paws. “Was he yummy? Did you enjoy your plump treat?”

His belly gurgled richly and Namjoon laughed, patting himself and enjoying the thick jiggle of new weight inside of his gut. His middle was swollen and bloated with how rounded it was, looking stuffed with how enormously it pushed out, but was really just the evidence of such a good meal. His plump little Koo had fattened his belly deeply.

The King snapped his fingers to order another servant to be brought forth, to oil his belly and massage it. He needed another slave now that his bunny was tucked away, filling Namjoon’s gut just like he was meant to.

“Safe and sound in my belly forever.”

He patted his fattened middle, smiling affectionately, “just like I promised.”

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[image description: A squinty fellow with a dark unbecoming bowl-cut cocks his head. He wears a gray jacket and a black tie, but the musical bars that behind him bend run riot through his shirt. Text reads, “174, Ishka Babel, the Small God of Novelty Songs”]

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He is NOT the small god of jingles, and he really wishes people would remember that, and stop calling on him every time they have the plop plop fizz fizz song stuck in their heads again.  That domain belongs solely to Belle Ringer, who claims the little subliminal hooks that clutter your prefrontal cortex.  Ishka practices a more subtle art, a more beautiful calling.

He is the small god of novelty songs.  Of grandmothers getting run over by reindeer, mothers kissing Santa Claus, and Peter Cottontail heading down the bunny trail.  His hand moves through the dead puppies and the fish heads, and because she’s a blonde, he’ll help her win the homecoming crown.  He is in the flash and the dazzle, he knows how to do the monster mash, and he’ll tell you when to run from the blob and the purple people eater.

Does he wish more people would take him seriously?  Oh, sometimes.  He remembers a time when he was but a wisp of faith, when all songs were novelty songs, because people were doing things for the first time they had ever been done.  A time before baby belugas, baby sharks, or itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikinis.

But time passes, even for gods.  Maybe especially for gods, with as much time as they have to spend.

He is here to open your mind, broaden your horizons, and shock your ears with sounds that they have never heard before, and he knows better than any that what seems innovative and exciting today will fade into expectation tomorrow.

Except for Mr. Blobby.  He’s not sure anyone will ever get used to Mr. Blobby. He’s quite sure he doesn’t want to.

Sing for him, if you have the opportunity.  He’s always happy for the chance to hear something new.

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Have you seen this childhood show: Molang (2015-Present), France (French and English)

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[Mod A: Awww this show looks so cute, I love the bunny onesies in the party episode! This show is about Molang (a bunny) and Piu Piu (a chick) who team up to deal with their daily issues and find solutions for them, often in a comedic/risky manner. They don’t talk in French or English, but rather “Molanguese”. They also do not have an identifiable gender or age, which honestly pretty cool, I wish it was easier for more shows to do this. While I do wish their ears were longer/floppier, I do enjoy the little bunny blobs as a character design. An interesting fact is that while this show was produced by the French animation studio Millimages, Molang (the character) was created by Hye-Ji Yoon (a Korean illustrator) who was inspired by the word mallangmallang (말랑말랑) which means soft, squishy, and fluffy (which also reminds me of a marshmallow, a similar word)!]

[phoxphenex]

𝗕𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗦

DOYOUNG X FEM!READER

genre: academic rivals but not really? fluff

word count: 1.9K

things to know: arch-nemesis doyoung, jaewoo being annoying, happy birthday to the loml 🖤

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“literally what are you wearing?”

“what am i wearing? what are you wearing?”

“bitch, i’ve been dressed since 9 am.”

“i got here before you!”

you and doyoung continue bickering about your outfits—your matching outfits. no, it was not intentional, despite what the others try to claim. how would they know? they weren’t the ones wearing the same outfit as their arch-nemesis.  

yes. arch-nemesis.

ever since the fifth-grade spelling bee, you and doyoung had been academically at each other's throats. you couldn’t stand each other, and you both blamed it on one another.

“look at you,” doyoung mused, pouting his lips mockingly as he crossed his arms over his grey sweatshirt-covered chest, “stealing my style just like you stole the spelling bee trophy from me.”

your mouth falls open before slamming shut and you can feel steam forming in your ears. “oh yeah? cause to me, you sound a bit... puzzled.”

the color of fresh strawberries touched every speck of doyoung’s face, and you could tell he was trying hard not to lose his cool in front of you. “you set me up to look like an idiot in front of the entire school!”

“i did no such thing!” you shouted back, genuinely offended that he’d think so low of you, especially as a child. “you spelled it wrong. you lost. boohoo, get over it—”

“aww, honey! look at their cute little couple outfits!”

both you and doyoung grimace in sync.

cute. couples. outfits?

i’m going to be sick.

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“hey g—y/n, why are you and doyoung wearing the same clothes?”

you didn’t hesitate to smack jungwoo in the stomach with the back of your hand, shooting him a glare. “it was an accident.”

jaehyun stood beside his roommate and grinned as he eyed both you and your nemesis up and down. “yeahhhhhh, ‘accident’.” the finger quotes tipped you over the edge, and you slugged him in the shoulder as jungwoo recovered from his wounded gut.

“moving on,” you raised your voice after clearing your throat. “how are we splitting the fee? is everyone paying for their own ticket and food?”

every year, the four of you went on a nostalgia trip to work your way through everyone’s bucket lists. this year was disney world, which, unfortunately, both you and doyoung had on your list.

when you noticed how quiet the two roommates got, your eyebrows raised. “what? what is going on?”

“y/n, don’t get mad…”

“mad? why would i be mad?” your words came out rushed as a mix of fear and irritation spiked the nerves in your spine.

jaehyun and jungwoo shared a look before the former finally said: “we’re not going to disney world with you.”

“what?!”

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“i can’t believe i’m in the most magical place on earth with you.”

“look, i’m not necessarily pleased, either.”

you rolled your eyes and took another bite of your mickey mouse waffle. “at least you could have changed. now we look like a couple!”

“i wasn’t the one who decided last minute on matching bunny headbands.”

“i bought mine first!”

“i wore them first!”

before you could bite back with another snarky comment, something caught your eye. you sucked in a deep breath as you watched the white blob float higher and higher into the sky.

doyoung followed your gaze, wondering what could have possibly distracted you away from getting the last word, when he saw it. instantly, his head fell towards you with a dull look in his eye. “really, y/n? do you know how bad that is for the environment?”

“i need it.”

“it’s a fucking children’s balloon. think of the environment.”

“do you even know how to spell environment?”

doyoung poked his tongue against his cheek. hard. “you know what? i’ll get you that ugly fucking balloon if it’ll get you to shut up about it.”

your feet stammered beneath you, and you almost tripped at his sudden statement. it sounded like an empty threat, but the words themself threw you off. he said he’d get you something you wanted. doyoung.

“fine. not another word until that balloon is tied around my wrist.” true to your word, you talked doyoung’s ear off the entire trip to the balloon stand, where your favorite huggable creature was waiting to be bought.

when doyoung pulled out his wallet, his jaw dropped. “thirty-five dollars?!”

“you flex your cash all the damn time. plus, this is actually going to something good!”

“no, it’s not. it’s going to you.”

“exactly! think of it as a gift.”

“charity, maybe.”

you stomped on his foot, not hard enough to actually anger him into stepping out of your deal, but enough for doyoung to scowl at you from over his shoulder.

within minutes, your giant baymax balloon was tied to your wrist, and you and your nemesis continued visiting all the disney-related items on your bucket lists.

turns out, aside from clothing style and academics, you and doyoung had a lot more in common than you thought.

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“f. r. eeeeeee—“

“y/n, shut up.”

“what am i doing?!”

you were laying on your back across doyoung’s bed, bored out of your mind. you’d already studied all the material and invited yourself over to distract doyoung from the material to “sabotage” his grade, but he wasn’t the least bit interested in you.

“pay attention to me,” you whined, trying to get a rise out of your nemesis. since the trip to disney world, your hatred for doyoung had… changed into something else, but teasing him was the most effective way of avoiding your feelings.

doyoung simply turned his body away from you and either dodged or ignored the random items you threw at him as you tried to land them in the hood of his grey sweatshirt.

the same grey sweatshirt you were ironically dressed in.

“you haven’t even made any comments about our clothes,” you tried, pulling your legs beneath you as you huffed a sigh. “we didn’t even plan this and it happened again.”

still nothing.

with a sigh, you decided to bring out the big guns. you twisted so that your back was facing doyoung and leaned until your backs were pressed against each other. “you know, i still have that baymax balloon?” you felt him tense beneath your shoulders and smiled. “he’s a little deflated, but i think it’s cute—“

“can you stop?” doyoung suddenly spoke, his voice cracking a bit from lack of use. you pulled yourself up and off of him, turning over your shoulder to see him avoiding your gaze.

was that… blush on his cheeks?

“why are you here, y/n?”

to say you were there to bother him wouldn’t be a lie, but it also wasn’t the complete truth. so instead, you shrugged your shoulders. “i needed to make sure my arch-nemesis wasn’t slacking off. apparently, this test is really hard—“

doyoung shook his head and finally faced you. yep, definitely blushing. “why are you lying?”

“i’m not—“

“you are!” he took a breath as he faced his lap. “something… happened on the trip to disney, right..? i know i’m not the only one who noticed it. you’re different.”

you suddenly felt exposed, your fingers instantly reaching to brush through your hair. “different how?”

when doyoung failed to answer, you felt your insecurities bubbling up through your skin and let your gaze fall as well. “look, i know you hate me, but—“

“i don’t hate you.”

the comment was so abrupt that it startled both you and doyoung into silence. your breath was caught in your throat as heat rose to your cheeks. you stole a quick glance at the boy in front of you, who had gone sheet white, probably shocked by his own confession.

when it was clear that he could not come up with an excuse, you scooted closer and flashed a bright smile. “you mean, 'cause you adore me, right? and aspire to be me? i’m flattered!”

“y/n,” doyoung finally voiced out, and you felt your neck turning red. he couldn’t confess to you. not first, at least. “y/n, i know why you think i hate you; i mean, you drive me absolutely mad. but i just... fuck, why is it so hard to talk to you?”

his eyes gleamed with distress, unsure how to say what he was clearly thinking. seeing him like this made your heart swell, and you couldn’t stop your hand from flying toward his. doyoung’s eyes shot wide at the sudden contact, finally realizing how flustered you’d become.

“stop talking. you’re so bad at this,” you joked, happy to see your nemesis smile. “ever since disney—no, even before disney—being around you makes me... nervous? i don’t know. i get this, like, sick feeling in my stomach and at first, i thought it was because i’m jealous of you, but now i think...” you trailed off as you softly swiped a thumb over the back of his hand. 

“i think you’re just as bad at this as i am,” doyoung chuckled.

you pushed him away as a joke, but you felt strangely empty once his hand left yours. “shut up, this is harder than i thought.”

the backs of doyoung’s fingers gently grazed the soft skin of your jaw, and you froze. when he realized what he was doing, doyoung quickly moved to pull his hand away, but you caught him before he could. you looked up, catching his gaze. 

jesus, are those butterflies? he smiled. yep. definitely butterflies.

taking a deep breath, you decided it was now or never. here he was, your nemesis, in front of you and ready for you to say something. to confirm your feelings and accept his.

“i like you, doyoung. i like when we accidentally match our outfits. i like how our bucket lists are in synch. i like how you challenge me, intellectually. i just... i like you.”

doyoung’s thumb pressed into your jaw, not enough to hurt, just enough to show that... “i like you too, y/n. as much as it pains me to admit.”

you laughed and went to shove him away again but he grabbed your hand in his and intertwined your fingers. “pretty girl,” he said with a smile and your entire face turned scarlet red.

“shut your gorgeous self up right now.”

“can you even spell gorgeous, y/n?”

“i literally hate you.”

“good. i hate you more.”

—

“y/n, you should seriously consider going to a hospital or something. i don't think anyone’s feet should be this cold.”

“shut up, you just have extra warm calves. maybe you should get those checked.”

“hmm, alright. we can just go together.”

“yeah. okay.”

“bitch—“ you cut him off by snuggling closer against your boyfriend, wrapping your limbs around him like a koala. despite his complaining, doyoung didn’t hesitate to hug you back and give you a little squeeze. “you’re so obsessed with me.”

you hummed, your cheek squished against your boyfriend’s chest. “i am.”

his hand gently caressed your hair, “i guess i’m kind of obsessed with you too. yuck.” you gave him a playful punch in the chest. doyoung laughed at your attempt before planting a soft kiss against your temple. “happy birthday.”

you couldn’t bite back the beaming grin that consumed your mouth. “shut up and let me sleep. when i wake up, we’re watching the baymax series and eating cake. deal?”

“deal.”