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[fairytalesanddragons]

[straykeedz]

day 3: changbin + blowjob

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tw: changbin’s stressed so reader literally asks him to use their mouth as a fleshlight (i’m sorry💀); oral (m receiving, duh 🙄); a bit of throat fucking; cum swallowing; mention of showering together; ♡

wc: 2,1k

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When you enter your shared bedroom, you’re surprised to find Changbin sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees as his face is buried in his hands. He doesn’t acknowledge your presence in the room, too focused in whatever’s going on inside his head. You let out a heavy sigh as you make your way inside the room - the faint light of the lamp on his nightstand being the only source of light in your bedroom. You don’t know what’s up with your fiancé lately, but whatever it is - it’s starting to worry you. 

You get closer to him, but he’s still not aware of you being in the same room as him, so you call his name to get his attention. “Binnie…”, your voice is sweet, and your fingers immediately find their way to his soft, curly hair, freshly washed. 

He immediately snaps his head up in your direction, letting his arms fall limp along his sides as he stares at you like an abandoned puppy, big, brown eyes looking into yours. He looks absolutely wrecked, defeated, and you hate it. You want to ease the weight on his shoulders, but you’re also aware of the fact that he doesn’t like to be forced to open up about his feelings. 

“Y/n…”, he calls your name softly, spreading his legs even wider to accommodate your body between them, wrapping his limbs around your figure and resting his forehead on your stomach, you don’t stop caressing his soft hair. 

“Everything alright, Bin?”, you murmur, and you feel him shaking his head against your stomach. “Wanna talk about it?”

He sighs deeply. “Life’s just being a bitch lately.”, he says, tone defeated and tired. 

“Something happened at work?”, you try. 

Being a worldwide famous idol and producer is not easy, Changbin learned it the hard way. You honestly understand where this is coming from, and just wish you could ease some of his pressure from his shoulders. 

“Not really, the usual.”, he mutters. “I’ve been feeling unproductive lately, that’s all. Can’t find the inspiration and everything I produce is shit.”

Now you get why he’s been sulking more than usual the past days. Changbin hates when he’s feeling uninspired - he doesn’t like to be forced to write lyrics or produce music, as he feels it’s not genuine. So, he find himself stuck in a limbo: being stressed because unproductive and being unproductive because stressed, and it’s driving him crazy. 

“I think you should take some time off to yourself.”, you suggest, placing your hands on his broad shoulders to give him a massage, knowing he loves feeling your hands on him. “You know, just a couple of days - you’re too stressed.”

He practically moans when your fingers press on the muscles of his clavicle. Another defeated sigh leaves his mouth, and you feel his strong arms hold you tighter as he nuzzles his face against your stomach. 

“I can’t do that.”, he grunts. “They need me, I can’t take a day off, let alone a couple.”, you can’t see him, but he rolls his eyes. Honestly, he wishes he could just not go to work for a while and rest peacefully and maybe enjoy a good meal instead of eating instant ramen every other day, but the agency’s been biting his ass and pressuring him into writing more music, and they’d never allow him to do that.

“Mh.”, you hum sadly, sincerely concerned about him. “This just means we’ll have to find another way to get you relaxed and to relieve some of your stress…”, you trail, the grip on his shoulder a bit more intense now, and you hope he got the hint. He snaps his head up to meet your eyes, and by the smirk that appears on his lips, it looks like he did. 

“Oh, yeah?”, he raises his eyebrows, grinning. “And what did you have in mind?”, he purrs, his hands moving from your thighs to your ass, cupping and squeezing the flesh as you bite your lip. 

“Mhh, I was thinking of something on the line of…”, you bend a little to whisper the following words in his ear, knowing it’ll drive him crazy. “You using my mouth like a fleshlight to get off.” When you pull away, you find him looking at you with his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, shocked by your words. “Would you like that?”

It’s a stupid question and an understatement, Changbin thinks, because you should see the way his cock practically came to life as soon as his brain processed what you’d said. So, instead of answering with words like a normal human being - he frantically nods, looking at you with big, brown puppy eyes as he licks his lips in anticipation.

“How do you want me?”, you ask, and he feels like he’s about to pass out.

“On your knees, love, please.” Changbin’s tone is demanding yet sweet at the same time - even when he’s in the mood to dominate you in bed, he can’t find it in himself to be too rough or too harsh with you, nor to offend you with words, even though you reassured him plenty of times that it’s okay if he does, that you like it. 

You nod eagerly, a smile spreading on your face as you kneel before him, positioning yourself between his spread thighs - thankfully, there’s a fluffy rug at the end of the bed, so that you don’t hurt your knees when you go down on him, though it’s not the reason why you bought it. Maybe. 

You  automatically reach for his cock, still confined in his sweats, but rock hard nonetheless, and squeeze it through the thin fabric. Changbin doesn’t usually wear boxers to sleep, he doesn’t like how tight they feel against his skin, so that allows to feel him a bit closer. However, it’s not enough, and Changbin swiftly hooks his thumb on the hem of his sweats and pulls them off, lifting his body from the mattress just enough to let them slide off his ass and thighs. 

When you finally wrap your fingers around his length, Changbin hisses and closes his eyes shut, too blessed in the feeling. It’s been a while since you’d last done that - with his busy schedule, he also had had to sacrifice long, steamy, lovemaking sessions, and your intimacy had mainly sticked to quickies or spooning sex lately, with basically zero foreplay. 

You spit on your fingers to coat them in your saliva, which you use as a lubricant, before starting to jerk him off - slowly, just how he likes it. When he does it to himself, he does it fast, but when you’re the one with your hand around his cock - he wishes the feeling would last forever. He kicks his head back when you brush his slit with the pad of your thumb, gripping the sheets beneath him as you spread his pre-cum all over his cockhead. 

“Mhh, like that.”, he moans, cock twitching in your hand. “I love it when you touch me.”, he opens his eyes to look at you. 

You smile at him. “And I love touching you.”, you bite your lower lip as you bring your mouth closer to his dick. 

Changbin feels his soul leave his body when you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, warm, wet mouth engulfing him - sensation so good it’s almost enough to make him cum on the spot. He almost forgot how your mouth feels like around him, and the feeling sends a shiver down his spine and a pleasant tingle in his cock, all the way from his base to the tip. 

“God, how I love your mouth.”, his words are followed by a shaky breath as he feels you taking him deeper in your mouth - albeit not without struggling because of his girth. Changbin brings one hand to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he witness your mouth being stuffed with his fat cock. 

You pull away, letting his cock fall out of your mouth as you continue to jerk him off, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to it, a sight that has Changbin biting on his lower lip. “Wanna fuck it?”, you ask, a bit breathlessly. 

Changbin’s eyes widen and his breath gets stuck in his throat. “Yes.”, he responds, equally breathlessly. “God, yes.”

Changbin sucks in a breath when you wrap your lips around him once again, and he wastes no time in tangling his fingers in your hair in a very messy ponytail, careful to not pull your hair too hard as he slowly pushes you down on his cock, slurping sounds blessing his ears as you sink deeper on his length. He can feel your spit dripping from your mouth and all over his shaft, some ending on his balls, and his other hand grips even tighter on the bedsheets as he flexes the muscles of his thighs in order to control himself. 

An obscene whimper leaves his mouth when you gag around him. “Oh, my God.”, goosebumps all over his skin. “Y-Yeah, just like that.”, he moans. “Choke on my cock like that.”

He kicks his head back as he continues to push your mouth on his cock to the point the tip of your nose is buried in the soft, trimmed hair on his pubic bone, his tip hitting the back of your throat with each movement as you hum around him. When your other hand finds its way to his balls, he nearly chokes on air and pulls you away from his cock, giving you time to regain your breath. When he looks at you - you have mascara running all over your face, and saliva drooling on your chin, mixed with his arousal. He thinks it’s the most beautiful sight ever, but of course he’s biased. 

“Gonna fuck your throat now, love.”, his tone is sweet even when he says such filthy things to you. “Tap on my thigh if it gets too much, alright?”, he caresses your cheek sweetly. 

You nod eagerly, and he stands up from the bed, towering above you. You moan when he wraps his own fingers around the base of his cock and slaps your mouth with his hard length, albeit lightly. You immediately part your lips when he aligns his cock to your mouth, welcoming him inside of you once again. Then, his hands move to each side of your face to keep you in place as he starts to rock his hips. 

At first, he goes slow, his cock only halfway inside your mouth, giving you time to adjust to his length and to regulate your breathing through your nose. Once he’s made sure you’re okay, he starts to thrust inside your mouth, each time deeper and deeper until he’s fully buried inside your throat. 

“You’re doing so good, love.”, he moans, pulling out almost all the way only to thrust back inside your mouth, squelching sounds filling the room together with his whimpers and your hums, clearly pleased with the way he’s using your throat to get off. After all, it’s what you asked him to do. “Looking so good with my cock in your throat.”, he pulls away a couple of locks of hair from your face, then entangles his fingers in your hair once again as he starts to thrust faster and faster, evidently close to finding his release. 

“Mhh.”, his moans start to become more high-pitched, and his cock is throbbing in your throat. It’s only a matter of seconds before he shoots his load in your throat, reaching his yearned and deserved orgasm. “Go- God, I’m - fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”, he chants, knees buckling a little when he finally releases inside your mouth, hot spurts of his seed filling your mouth, some landing on your tongue, which you swallow gladly. 

He pulls his cock out of you as soon as he’s made sure he’s given you until the very last drop of his cum, letting you regain your regular breathing as he brushes the skin of your face with his thumbs, trying to fix or at least clean your smudged mascara from under your eyes, smiling softly at you. He just loves you so much. 

“Let me grab you a towel.”, he tells you sweetly, but before he can leave the room you stand up, legs feeling a bit shaky. 

You shake your head as a no. “Come in the shower with me and then we can cuddle?”

Yes, Changbin is sure he’s found the love of his life in you.

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[a-kind-of-merry-war]

A Jester's Token

HEY SO. I wrote a thing. Based on @oblivionsdream's Knight/Jester OCs, who are SUPER AMAZING, which you can find here.

Thank you for your wonderful art!! And also accidentally inspiring a jester obsession in me 🤡

No warnings, contains a little suggestiveness, 3.4k words 💖

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The grounds were alive with activity. The King doted upon his sons, and now with his second eldest’s twentieth birthday only a scant few days away, the celebrations were in full swing.

The prince, as was his wont, had demanded a tournament to celebrate the day of his birth. The King, as always, had been unable to refuse. And the Knight was looking forward to a week of respite; of celebration and jousting and fun instead of training and war council meetings.

Typically, he tried to remain impassive and stoic with his fellow knights. It was what was expected of him as the King’s champion, after all, and besides: it added an edge to his demeanour that meant orders were obeyed. The other knights weren’t to know that beneath his shining, shuttered helm he was wondering if the stable cat had birthed her kittens yet.

Still he kept his head high as he strode across the grounds, heading towards the armoury where he had left his sword that morning to be honed and polished. Several other knights turned to glance at him as he passed: one, he noticed, standing immediately to attention as he did.

The deference was useful, he supposed, but he hoped it did not extend to the tournament itself. It would be a dull affair if everybody he encountered was afraid of the King’s champion knight.

As he approached the armoury, a familiar noise perked up his ears. He found his steps faltering, his sure stride suddenly broken.

Not everybody was afraid of him.

He turned just in time to see the grinning face of the Jester as he sauntered over, his motley - brand new for the tournament in festive greens and reds - lit up in the dazzling summer sunshine. His hair haloed from his head, sticking in yellow waves from beneath his cap’n’bells. His eyes - startlingly bright, one dark, one nearly gold - shone with excitement. 

“Good morning, Sir!” he said cheerily, “Lovely day, isn’t it?”

Lovelier for you, the Knight didn’t say.

“It is indeed,” he said. “Perfect for a tournament.”

“Perfect for a party,” the Jester countered. “I called into the ale tent on the way here, have you seen how stocked it is? Forget the tournament, I fear our Lord means to drown us. Can you swim in that?” he pinged a fingernail against the Knight’s plate.

The Knight rolled his eyes, forgoing a response.

“Although,” the Jester continued merrily, “I must admit, these events always make me laugh.”

“Oh?”

“Come,” the Jester said, “Oh ho - here I am, the picture of virile manhood! Beware my powerful—” he gave a short, sharp thrust. “Lance.”

The Knight bit his tongue to stop himself from laughing. “You have a filthy mind.”

“You should hear me talk about maypoles.”

“I would really rather not.”

“I can do some wonderful things with ribbons, you know.”

“Anything useful in a tournament?” 

“Depends what you need,” the Jester said, catching him with a sidelong glance. “I’m very good with knots.”

The Knight swallowed, saying nothing.

“Well!” The Jester said, clearly unphased. “I am afraid I am wanted by— well, by everyone. Which makes it such a shame that I’d rather spend my morning following you around. Nevermind.” His smile twitched a little, before settling back into a grin. “Good luck, my Knight!”

And with that, he was off. The Knight watched him leave, swaying through the crowds with his typically fluid movement. While the Knight would be entering competitions, the Jester would be entertaining in a much different way: joking and turning somersaults and charming the King and his guests. He even had a role in the joust alongside the announcer, riling up the crowds and mocking the competitors.

With luck, the Knight would be able to watch him perform. He enjoyed watching the Jester show off, and he loved his jokes, not that he would ever allow the Jester himself to realise that. The first time they had met he’d been forced to remove himself lest he make an utter fool of himself, and since then the Jester had taken him as a challenge, when he wasn’t making a game of flirting with him.

With a sigh, and a final glance at the Jester’s departing figure, he walked on towards the armoury. He noticed Sir Rowan lingering just outside, standing beside Lady Felicity - one of the Queen’s Ladies in Waiting. Without thinking, he called out a greeting to his fellow knight.

As he approached, he realised far too late that what he thought was simply a polite conversation between knight and lady was something far more intimate. Sir Rowan’s head was tilted just so, Lady Felicity leaning in a little too close. Their hands, he realised, were linked.

Shit. But it was too late now; he had already hailed Sir Rowan and he couldn’t very well turn heel and run. Lady Felicity quickly snatched her hands away, her face mottling in a sweet, pink blush before giving him a slightly lopsided curtsey, bidding them both farewell and quickly rushing off. 

As The Knight drew closer, he noticed a scrap of fabric clasped in Rowan’s hand. He pretended not to have seen it as Rowan quickly tucked it into his breastplate.

A favour, then. He hadn’t realised that Sir Rowan and Lady Felicity were courting; although most of their time spent together would have been at banquets and feasts, where the Knight’s attention was more often than not focused on their entertainment and very little else. It was terribly improper to ask Sir Rowan for more information. Even as his friend, he would not push for information too intimate to share; certainly not while Rowan and Lady Felicity were still in the first, tentative steps of the most delicate of dances. 

He engaged Rowan in brief conversation, deeply aware of the moment he had managed to ruin. He wished him good luck - making him blush - then headed inside the armoury where he collected his sword.

He couldn't help but peer back as he left. Rowan, now alone, had taken the favour from his breastplate and was tugging it through his fingers. It appeared to be cream-coloured silk: a handkerchief or scarf, perhaps. Rowan's face had gone red.

Something tugged in the Knight's chest. It was a sweet, deeply romantic gesture. It would leave Rowan with no doubt at all about Lady Felicity’s intentions towards him. And, of course, it was furiously lucky: any man blessed with such a token would be sure to do well, especially from one they loved.

The tugging grew more urgent, joined by a leaden feeling in the Knights stomach. He would have no such token. Oh, he was sure that many members of the court would accept him should he attempt to woo them - courtly favours included - but it wasn't any of them he really wanted.

“I would rather spend my day following you around.”

The Knight’s face heated beneath the metal. His heart swelled. Whatever the Jester’s intentions towards him, his feelings were not the sort that spurred a man to give a love token. His were the feelings that spurred a quick fumble behind the stables - perhaps several quick fumbles, judging by the lewdness of the Jester’s tongue. It was no more than that.

Or, more likely, it was even less than that. The Knight was aware of the reputation he had carefully curated at court, and he knew that the Jester had taken him as a challenge. He was just another joke. The Jester had never even seen his face, hadn't seen the scars, didn't know the stories behind them.

He was just teasing.

The Knight tried to shake the thought from his head, fluttering the great plume that burst from the crown of his helm. Chasing such thoughts - be they of fumbles or fools - would get him unseated in the joust and begging for mercy in the duel.

He turned towards the stables, trudging down the muddy path. The earth had been turned by the sheer volume of guests and carts and horses, and was now a sucking, muddy mess. 

There was an oddly metallic clink beneath his boot. He paused. He lifted his foot. In the centre of a perfect footprint was a mud-splattered, but unmistakably golden, bell.

There was only one person who wore bells like that.

The Knight picked it up without thinking, desperately wishing he had something to clean it with. He rubbed off as much muck as he could with a fingertip, watching as it glinted in the light. As he turned it in his hand - terribly small against his huge palm - it jingled merrily.

He swallowed and closed his fingers around it, squeezing it tight.

The stables would wait. As a high-ranking man, he had been given a private tent on the edge of the grounds - somewhere he could clean and rest without traipsing through the castle to his chambers. He headed there, pulling the flaps tight shut behind him before unfurling his hand.

The bell had left a neat little indent in his palm. A curving, teasing smile embedded into his skin.

He placed it reverently on the wooden table at the far side of the tent before shooting a final, nervous glance towards the entry. And then he removed his helm.

The air felt cool and good against his burning cheeks. He shook out his hair, tied into a low queue to keep it out of his face, and stared down at the bell. It felt as if it were the only object in the room; perhaps the world.

Mindlessly, he took the cloth he used to tend his sword from the chest beside the table and gently began to clean the little golden thing. Mud had even managed to get inside the bell, and he carefully cleaned away as much as he could until it was shining and jingling once more.

He rolled it in his palm. It felt hot, like a tiny lump of coal, like a nugget of forge-warmed iron.

The Knight thought of Sir Rowan and Lady Felicity.

He would need luck, after all. Skill he had in abundance, but luck? Luck was harder to judge; a tip of the scales that, at present, could fall either way.

Of course, traditionally, a token needed to be a gift. But many Knights - both in tournaments and in battle - found luck where they could snatch it. A sword that had never slipped from their grasp, a tunic worn during a lucky win, a shield taken to war that deflected a killing blow. Perhaps a bell - so small and yet so weighty - could be like those. It was luck, after all, that helped him find it when so many people had stepped over it.

He turned back to the chest and searched through it until he found what he was looking for; the spare ties he kept on hand in case his snapped during the tournament. He typically used them to fasten his gauntlets, and while it was thin the leather was tough and sturdy: perfect for what he needed. Carefully, he threaded the bell onto the strap, ensured it wouldn’t slip off and then twisted the strap around the hilt of his sword, securing it tight.

The Knight gave the sword an experimental shake. The bell jingled against the hilt. He didn’t bother to suppress his smile: it wasn’t as if anyone could see him. The noise set a thrill through him. He would be the first to admit that he was not a musical man, but the ringing of the little bell felt like an angelic chorus just for him.

Besides, he thought, as he sheathed the sword once more: if it didn’t bring him luck, the noise may distract an opponent long enough for him to land a good hit.

He took a few moments to gather himself, taking a long drink of water from the jug atop the table, wiping down his face, and re-tying his hair before donning his helm once more. He pulled on his gloves, too, and now with his hand now gripped tight around the hilt of his sword, he exited the tent.

Outside, the noise was growing more urgent as more people gathered to watch the show. Now buoyed by the token hanging from his sword, he strode with pride towards the centre of the grounds where he intended to take part in the first single-combat duel of the day. It was likely still a little early, but no doubt he wouldn’t be the only one keen to begin and could at least find someone to spar against to pass the time.

He was dodging around a lad from the kennels and a pack of exuberant dogs when he heard a shout from behind.

“Knight! My Knight!”

He hastily shoved his sword behind his back as he turned, watching the Jester bounce across the field towards him. 

“I need your skills,” he said, as he slid smoothly to a halt beside him.

“Oh?” The Knight was glad for his helmet, now: the jester couldn’t see him blush.

“Have you seen a bell?” The Jester tugged at the frontmost horn of his cap, which was indeed bell-less. “I’m missing one.”

The Knight gripped his sword harder. He could feel the distinct shape of the bell through his gloves, praying it would not ring and give him away.

“No,” he said, his face so hot he was amazed his helm did not begin to steam, “I cannot say I have.”

“Oh.” The Jester gave him a crestfallen look that was so heartbreakingly sincere that for a moment, the Knight nearly relented. “I suppose it will turn up… or the King will fund me for another, I am sure.��

His eyes darted down, as if taking the Knight in for the first time. His expression turned dark. The Knight found himself standing a little straighter.

“And where are you off to, my chivalrous wonder? That’s—” he peered around the Knight’s back, “—an extremely long sword you have there.”

The Knight rolled his eyes, not that the Jester could see the gesture.

“You have realised,” he said, keeping his tone even, “where we are, yes?”

The Jester gave a dramatic twirl as if assessing his surroundings. “We are standing in the mud,” he grinned.

“Typically,” the Knight said, ignoring him, “A Knight takes part in a tournament. I intend to test my luck in the duel.”

“Luck?” The Jester said, “Not skill? Although—” he gave him another of those long looks, “—I suspect you have plenty of skill in swordplay.”

He gave the Knight a tight, cattish smile, his tongue wetting his lips as he waited for the Knight to respond. The Knight, once he had finally regained control of his lips, could only manage a single word.

“Quite.”

“Well,” the Jester grinned cockily. “I would surely love to see you in action. Lead on, good Sir Knight.”

The Jester looped his hand around his arm, gripping him tight. The Knight was utterly unable to resist, lost in a sudden moment of deep regret that he was so armoured, unable to feel that touch against his skin. 

Arm in arm they headed across the grounds towards the ring. The Jester joked and chatted and flirted as they walked, commenting again on that marvellously large blade, but the Knight could barely hear him over the rush of his own spinning thoughts.

He kept his free hand gripped on the sword, over the bell. The Jester couldn’t know.

The Jester finally released him as they reached the ring. Even though the touch had been to the plate steel of his armour and not the skin beneath, the Knight still missed having him hanging from his arm.

“You better win,” he said, stepping back. “There are a dozen other things I could be doing right now, and I refuse to tie my lot to a man who cannot even win a duel for me.”

The Knight’s heart stuttered in his chest. For me. The Jester was watching him, expectantly. And then his eyes widened, as if remembering something.

“Of course!” He said, face splitting into a grin. “You need a token. As you said, to give you luck enough to win. Ah— here…” he reached up, and before the Knight could stop him pulled another bell from his hat. “What’s another bell?” he said with a shrug. “I was lopsided anyway. Here…”

He produced a silk ribbon as if from nowhere, quickly looped it through the bell, and tied it with swift, dexterous fingers to the Knight’s belt.

“There,” he said. “I told you I was good with knots. Now you’ll win.”

The Jester stretched up on the tip of his bell-topped toes, placed a hand to the Kight’s shoulder for balance, and flicked his helmet’s plume with a single, long finger.

“Good luck.”

And with no warning at all, he placed a kiss to the warm metal of the Knight’s helm. Beneath, the Knight felt as if he could no longer breathe, his heart launching a battle of its own.

“I…” he said, gathering himself. “Thank you.”

The Jester gave him another grin, trailing a finger across the spot where his lips had been moments before.

“You’re welcome.”

***

The Jester leaned casually against a stack of crates, watching the Knight perform with genuine interest. The interest, of course, had very little to do with the fight itself - he wanted him to win, sure, but the minutiae of the fight were nothing compared to the strength of his arms, the broadness of his shoulders, or the exceptional noises he made when he struck a particularly good hit.

He fiddled mindlessly with one of the horns of his cap as he watched the Knight take another decisive swing. A hint of gold glinted through the air as he did, catching the light like a comet.

The Jester grinned to himself. No wonder his Knight was being so stiff as they walked towards the ring. What a sneaky little secret; not the sort he had come to expect from him. It was amusing, and quite sweet, too. Anyone would be lucky to have the Knight be their champion, to have him take their token. But the one he had chosen - the one he had taken for himself - was little more than a minstrel’s bell.

He was glad he had stumbled upon the thought to give him a token himself. Now the Knight would know that he would have given him one, had he asked, and even better: now he had twice the luck.

The Knight swung around again, the bell jingling, harmonising with the one the Jester himself had tied to his hip.

Thrice the luck, the Jester thought, if you counted the kiss.

The Knight ducked, dodged and lunged. The Jester watched, lips quirked into a smile.

When the Knight won - a feat which did not surprise the Jester at all - he straightened up, set his shoulders, and looked towards him.

And then his helm snapped down, taking in the hilt of his sword and the bell hanging from it. The Jester was almost surprised that he couldn’t see the Knight blush through his helmet.

The Jester too glanced downwards to the hilt of the sword. He let his gaze linger there. Then he dragged his eyes up, up the Knight’s body, over his chest, to the place where he desperately wished he could properly see his eyes.

He heaved himself away from the crates and waved. The Knight sagged, only a little. A small moment of recognition and relief. A spark of understanding, shared between them.

But the Jester could not stand there all day, no matter how much he wanted to. He shot the Knight another grin - his best grin, saved just for him - blew him a kiss, and swayed away towards the ale tent.

[koostarcandy]

Could I request welcome home kisses with Jungkook, or whoever you feeling inspired to write about! 💜

so, give me all your kisses

pairing: jungkook x chef!reader

summary: after one long, tiring month, all jungkook craves is his lover's kisses.

genre: fluff

wc: 1.4k

a/n: thanks for the request! hope it was upto your expectations ^^ if you ever find yourself requesting smth you like, please make sure to follow the guidelines!

it's been an excruciating wait.

jungkook swears the video calls and photos you send from the land of love itself doesn't do justice to your beauty. you never fail to send updates about your work, sending him random snaps of kittens and puppies in paris. he sleeps with your pillow close to his chest, counting and striking off the days on his calendar till you're in his arms.

it's been 3 weeks, 5 days and 8 hours since you've left his side, if he can recall correctly. you laugh teasingly at his math, questioning if it's right. he'll take anything you give him, even if it's blurry pictures of the eiffel tower or pixelated video calls with your pretty face.

"just 2 more days then you're here, right baby?"

"yes, koo. for the millionth time, yes. i promise i'm not changing my schedule, okay?"

jungkook pouts, slightly miffed that he can't see your face before he sleeps. "are you sure you can't switch to video call for a few seconds?" he can hear you sigh sadly, "when i get back, you can look at me all you want, my love."

he mimics your sigh and wishes you a good day at work, suddenly declaring he'll love you for the rest of his life if you bring back souvenirs. you chuckle, saying that you weren't planning on coming back if there weren't plenty of gifts to give him. he hangs up after whispered confessions of love between the both of you, sending the sweetest of "mwah's!" your way.

putting his phone on the bedside table, he rolls over to your side, burying his face deep in your pillow. it's lost your distinct scent of jasmine and cinnamon sugar but he tries reviving it with the weekly laundry washes which you claim to love the smell of. he thinks you know him all too well, promising that the pillow mist you bought him will work just fine in your absence.

groaning at his lack of will to sleep, he grabs the small silver bottle of pillow mist ("its smell reminds me of the time we went to that botanical garden, koo. it's a happy memory, so isn't it best to fall asleep happy?") and sprays the required amount on your pillow, head falling back and eyes immediately closing, the scent pleasing to his sensitive nose.

he smiles instinctively of your time in the garden, the pictures he took you posing with the millions of flowers there playing like a movie in his head. it was the last date you both had before you left for your work trip. jungkook was, after all, the one who urged you take up the workshop at this famed restaurant, claiming it would help you in your future as the greatest chef he'll ever know.

he falls asleep to the thought of you and your nimble hands making him the best food he's ever had, the same hands handing him flowers at your date and the hands which hold him close and safe at night.

"i'm coming, i'm coming! it's 5.45 in the morning, for goodness' sake!"

jungkook groans at the sound of the incessant ring of the doorbell, regretting his decision of ever installing one. all his hyungs know the pass lock to his door and he knows it isn't you because you're the one who made it. if it was the staff, they would've called him. he fixes his hair and rubs his eyes off the sleepiness, internally calming himself before he opens the door.

"excuse me but you can't ring the doorbell like this at-"

"good morning, koo!"

all of a sudden, sleep's tight hold on him has vanished. your crescent eyes and face half covered by the plushie you showed him as your sleeping companion (who he was very jealous but that's not the point) is infront of him, very much real, not blurry and not pixelated.

he flings the plushie off, hands cupping your face. if there's tears in your eyes, you both don't say a thing, instead beaming at each other with sparkly eyes.

"hello, my love," jungkook whispers shakily, trembling lips falling on yours. his hands fall to your waist, gripping you tightly. you're still in your work clothes, smelling of cheese and bread. your hands, which he dreamt of so vividly, are on his arms, quivering fingers gripping the long shirt he wore to bed.

he can hear the clear sound of glass bottles clinking against each other, probably the wine you spoke of so fondly. he doesn't care about the potential mess it may create and in all honesty, who would? he's got his favourite person in his arms, his favourite smell back in his nostrils and his favourite smile on his lips.

"you promised you wouldn't change your schedule," jungkook mumbles into the kiss, hands reaching behind you to shut the door and lean you against it. "but this is a good change, yes baby?" good would be an understatement. his feet stamp on something soft which startles jungkook just abit. he looks down at the culprit, picking it up, "ah, you," glancing back and forth at the plushie and your smiley face, flinging it off again to god knows where.

"hey! that was unbelievably expensive, you know."

"why get that when you can have the real thing, baby?"

you giggle and laugh happily, when he picks you up and spins you around, practically zooming to your shared bedroom. he places you gently on your side, hands below your head so it's laid on the pillow. your smile beams up at him, arms reaching up for him. he promptly falls on you, his limbs getting tangled with yours like it's muscle memory.

you stroke his hair just like how he likes it, the steady but slow rays from outside making it seem like there's an angel on you. "was the flight too early? you must've been so tired," jungkook says, face propped on your chest and hands untucking your shirt. you shrug and boop his nose, smiling when he scrunches it up, "i left after the last class and grabbed all the wine available at the duty free and i slept through the whole time so, no koo, i'm not that tired," you giggle amusedly.

"good. now tell me all about it!"

jungkook holds the tall bottle of wine away from him, face contouring into one of thought.

"this must be from france, am i right or- ah, it's rome, hehe"

you shake your head in amusement and spread the garlic confit on the crisp toast, "let's have breakkie, koo, we've been up too long without food."

he all but rushes to the kitchen/dining area, eyes sparkling at the sight of the food. "thank you for the food," he says in perfect fashion, teeth peeking out to have a bite. his eyebrows furrow in delight, much to your mirth. "eat up all you want, darling," you encourage, humming in delight at your simple breakfast.

jungkook brushes his fingers off of crumbs, doe eyes on you as your tales of the city of love is said from your point of view. he always wondered what he missed when you were gone, always having your pictures and videos a few clicks away. as you ramble on about some sauce and how you finally mastered on how to get it creamy, he finally gets it.

it was you.

you and your never ending chatter of your first love, food and the way your eyes light up when the topic falls on it. your expressive gestures and your gleeful laughter, which never fails to make his day. you in his clothes, a simple oversized white tshirt. you in your shared dining table, talking to him.

he doesn't waste any time to get closer to you, not caring one bit if you complain of him almost spilling your juice. he tilts your chin up so he can get his lips on yours, hand on your neck and tattooed hand curled around your waist. he vows to never let you go anywhere without him ever again, be it for work or for leisure.

you don't question him nor complain, instead wrapping your arms around him, pulling him impossibly closer. he pulls away first, combing your hair out of your face and smiling at your blissed out expression.

"let's invite our friends for dinner tonight," you suggest, "i want to show them all what i learned there."

jungkook nods, never turning down an opportunity to be proud of you. "what do we start with first?"

"well, obviously, hors d'oeuvres-"

"what did you just call me?!"

you roll your eyes at his lame albeit childish joke, smile threatening to break from your lips. he giggles at his own joke, hugging you from the back when you walk away from him. he promises to listen and learn from you, only if you give him your infamous kisses as a reward.

pt time: @armys-dna ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria ; @taegisms ; @cherishoshi

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You {One-Shot}**

Title: Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You {One Shot} **

Lewis Hamilton x GF Reader

Warning: Cursing, 18+ Mature Content, Fluff, NSFW, Smut

Words: 4.7

Synopsis: You are Lewis' date to the opening night of his LH44 Charity Gala. It is a night of performances and interviews, and you are in awe of your man. You find yourself mesmerized by him the entire night.

Note: This was inspired by the above picture and further sparked by a song, Lauryn Hill's version of “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You”. It fit so well. I won't lie the above picture even had me stop and state for a few minutes. Lol.

As always, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy this.

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***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Pic Not My Own, Found on Pinterest***

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You had the perfect view from where you stood. You were across the ballroom surrounded by at least a dozen people all talking to you about something of importance to them, how wonderful the evening was going, how amazing you looked, or how spectacular the man of the hour was. Your man.

Tonight was the first-ever charity gala event for LH44 charity, and it was also the first official outing for you and Lewis as a couple. You'd tried to talk him out of it but he deemed tonight fitting to be your official announcement because it was also the charity's official opening night. Tonight would be an endeavor of love with performances, speeches, and spoken word all done by the youth from underserved communities in hopes of spreading diversity and improving representation where it counts. Lewis thought there would be no better night than tonight, a labor of love from both ends.

The more you thought about how he'd proposed the idea, your heart fluttered. You loved this man more and more every day and you knew soon you would be an absolute goner.

"Did you know he is the most charitable athlete?"

A gorgeous woman in rose gold whispered to her friends who nodded looking equally as impressed as those around her who'd heard. It was true. Once he was ranked in the top 5 of generous athletes but now he'd surpassed even that. Your heart expanded with the pride you felt. He served the praise and admiration he got.

The clamor of voices begging for a moment of his time and attention got louder and drew your attention. There he was standing in front of rows of reporters who were holding out mics and cameras to catch every word he said.

The man always held everyone captivated when he was around. Always. You watched him talk with his hands fastened behind his back and you nearly went weak in the knees. The orange he wore only brightened his face and the perfect lighting made him look ethereal--angelic even. You gawked at him marveling at his gorgeousness. Sometimes you couldn't believe there existed a man as pretty as he was. It was unfair really.

The butterflies in your gut took flight again for the umpteenth time tonight. It seemed only seconds passed between moments he took your breath away. Heaven help you, you could possibly already be a goner.

Just then, Lewis' eyes trailed around the room as he spoke and landed right on you. You released a soft gasp as you pressed your palm to your stomach. A slow smile spread his lips before he winked at you and that was it. From this moment forward this man would have an unfair hold and advantage over you.

You tried to tear your eyes away but couldn't so like a stalker you stood there staring at him. You didn't know how long you remained that way but the next thing you knew he was standing before you. He leaned closer and brushed his lips against the shell of your ear.

"Mmm," he moaned, "Rose, Gardenia, vanilla, and brown sugar. Your scent has been following me all night, kitten. I've craved it," he whispered.

He'd craved your scent? You nearly scoffed. It was hovering on embarrassing how much you craved his. Lewis took your hand, laced his fingers with yours then smiled.

"Are you all right, kitten?"

You nodded, unable to think straight much less get words out. He smiled again then led you through the crowds toward the tables. Everyone you passed you both nodded your head and smiled. Once at the table, Lewis pulled out your chair and allowed you to sit before pushing it in. He then joined you, sidling a little closer than the predetermined location the chair had been.

You smelled his cologne, and it infiltrated your senses having an almost mind-numbing effect. Your thighs parted slightly just as your breathing picked up. In only half a second you felt like you'd run a 1000-meter sprint with the best of track and field.

"I can't get over how enthralling you look tonight. I thought we'd look like 2 Sesame Street characters in this orange, but you make me look good."

You snorted.

"Damn right I do. Orange just might be your new color, love," you flirted as you softly caressed his cheek.

Lewis's smile was adorable as he took in the compliment. When he turned to kiss your palm your belly flipped yet again making you take a sharp intake of breath.

"Are you all right?"

Swallowing back down your heart that had leaped into your throat, you nodded.

"I'm super proud of you is all."

Lewis leaned closer making a direct line for your lips, but a sweet tiny voice called for him.

"Mr. Hamilton?"

To his other side stood an adorable girl about 7 or 8 with a timid smile on her face. Lewis gave your hand an apologetic squeeze before he turned to her with the brightest smile.

"Well hello there pretty girl."

A small crowd gathered around to watch the interaction and every face looked even more enamored with him than before. You watched the girl give him a bouquet of flowers, yellow sunflowers surrounded by multi-colored wildflowers, and a photo album that was filled with pictures she'd drawn and painted, all of him.

Her mother let Lewis know that the girl was a huge fan of his and never missed a race no matter what and how inspiring he'd been to her. She went on to thank him for his charity work because he was the reason the girl, Azbeka, was able to study at a prestigious school.

Your eyes stung with unshed tears at how stinking cute all of this was. Lewis asked the girl if he could hug her then melted when she threw her arms around him. Collectively, the crowd let out an "aww" which made you melt. As you felt your ovaries painfully beg for the essence of him, you grabbed your glass of champagne and chugged it down hoping to douse the sudden onslaught of feels that made you crave a tiny replica of him to cradle in your arms.

There will be none of that, Y/N, you said to yourself in your head, determined not to let your body work against you. Not tonight. If you fell prey tonight of all nights you knew you'd end up the mother of Lewis Hamilton’s firstborn. Crossing your legs you held on tightly to what remained of your wits.

As the night progressed you listened to the heartfelt stories of those in attendance, watched musical performances, and even heard speeches from those who had been greatly benefited by Lewis' charity. The smile on Lewis' face never slipped. With every performance and every personalized account, he looked happier and happier, and the more he smiled the brighter he glowed.

You were so enraptured by him that no one else managed to get much of your attention. Several people joked about the way you stared at him which made you hide behind your hands from embarrassment. Every time someone brought it up, Lewis' large hand found its way to grip your thigh where the split of your dress fell open. Every time he did that your belly flipped.

Halfway through the night when you felt him squeeze you again, you knew that he knew his effect from the glint in his eyes. Lewis licked his lips then slyly bit his bottom lip.

"You're awfully quiet, kitten. Are you sure you're all right?"

You leaned to his ear then whispered, "You're just too good to be true. I can't take my eyes off of you. It feels like heaven when we touch. I can't wait to hold you. This thing that we found and that's finally ours--I just thank god I'm alive because I can't take my eyes off of you."

When your eyes met his you saw the thin veil of water welling in them, then he clenched his jaw right before his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Ehm."

He lifted your hand to his lips then peppered kisses across your knuckles. Across the way, someone called his name then beckoned him over. He raised a finger in the air indicating for the party to give him a moment then he leaned to you.

"I love you so much."

Your heart once again launched itself into your throat. You'd imagined when those words would come out of his mouth for the first time. You wondered if it would be when you were entangled in each other's arms, doing mundane things like cooking together or working out, or even when you were around friends and family. You hadn't imagined it would be when you were surrounded by hundreds of people with eyes and cameras on you for one of the most important nights for his foundation.

You pouted and fought the tears that wanted freedom. Lewis stared deeply into your eyes overcome with emotions that were plain to see on his face. As you were about to speak his name was called again. He cleared his throat then dabbed the corner of his eye.

"I have to go."

You nodded and watched him walk away. Every few steps he looked back at you as if he thought you'd slip out on him now that the words had been said. Did he think you didn't feel the same? The thought was almost unbelievable. He was Lewis Hamilton. Everyone loved him. Everyone. There was no shortage of people who tried to get in with him and get under him.

As he did yet another interview you watched as his eyes found yours every couple of sentences. Even from where you sat, you could see the love in his eyes, and you couldn't believe it. He loved you. He really loved you. This wasn't just sex, or companionship. This wasn't him trying to work you out of his system or no strings attached. It was something more, much more.

The longer you sat with his love confession the giddier you became. You wanted him to know how you felt too. However, at every opportunity he was called or whisked away by a cute kid or an eager interviewer making it impossible for you to tell him.

When the crowd of women that were around you broke apart you saw him laughing with a few of his friends that had come out to support him. That was when you slinked across the ballroom with your eyes on the prize--him. When you were right behind him you motioned for his friends to not tell him. Then you wrapped your arm around his midsection resting your palm on his abs. You resisted the urge to feel him up then grazed your lips against his ear. Lewis's body tensed but then relaxed after a few moments as if his body knew it was you.

"I love you,” you whispered.

Your voice came out breathy and low, it was easy to miss but when he spun around to look at you, you knew he'd heard you. He didn't speak, there was no need for words. He just stared into your eyes as if searching them for a lie, but you knew he wouldn't find one. You meant these words. You felt them with every fiber of your being.

Slowly Lewis smiled and then began to chuckle until it turned into an adorable giggle. Then the two of you stood there giggling together as if you were 3-year-olds who'd just shared the silliest secret.

After that, the rest of the event went by in a blur. You were officially on cloud 15, fuck 9. You felt like you'd drank all the champagne in the place. By the time you left and made it back to Lewis' your hand was tightly clasped within his making you giddy with feelings. There was something about when he held your hand that made you feel safe and taken care of.

When his lips found yours in the bathroom as you stepped into the path of one of the many shower heads, you moaned. Lewis wrapped his arms around you holding you against his body. The kiss was passionate and so damn sensual that you quickly got lost not caring that your hair was full-on wet. When he pressed your back to the expensive stone wall, he wasted no time lifting you against him.

"Do you know how many pictures there are of me just staring at you?"

Lewis snorted.

"Are there a lot?"

"Too many. It's so embarrassing."

Lewis peppered kisses down your neck as he rocked his hips rubbing himself against your already wet center.

"Can't believe you have room to feel anything besides this right now. I must not be doing my job right," he said as he took your nipple between his teeth.

You threw your head back and groaned out.

"Oh, Lewis."

Before he claimed your lips, "That's what I thought," fell from his.

The time for talking was done. His lips claimed you with expertise like they'd been crafted for this particular purpose. Raking your fingers down his back you scraped his flesh making him moan against your lips which of course reverberated right between your legs.

"Mmm!"

When Lewis cupped your breasts he rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger using the slickness of the water to aid his glide.

"So fuckin' perfect," he mumbled.

Your eyes met and the fire you felt within was what you saw in his orbs. You couldn't wait anymore.

"Fuck me, Lewis."

He grinned then licked your nipple before he sucked in the peak. "You are definitely nowhere near needy enough for me to fuck you."

You tried to reach down between your bodies to fist his need, but he beat you by pressing the smooth hard mass right against your mound igniting a flame right in your clit.

"Fuck!”

"Good girls say please."

"Please," you panted as he circled his hips.

"How bad do you want my dick, kitten?"

You bit down on the spot where his neck and shoulder met making him grunt. His body jerked and for the briefest of moments, you felt the tip of his erection dip between your folds.

"Ha, yes!”

The pleasure was short-lived because Lewis pulled free then lowered you in the same breath. In seconds, you were face to face with the stone wall as Lewis pressed his hard cock against the swells of your ass sending your cheek pressing into the cool surface.

"Your ass is a thing of beauty."

To push him over the edge you wined your lower half then popped your hips sending each ass cheek shaking.

"Mm."

A heavy hand fell onto your ass spanking you once, twice then a third time. Lewis then gripped your hips as he rocked forward nudging his hard cock between your ass cheeks. It was a sight you had to see, so you glanced over your shoulder and watched him buck back and forth. Each thrust forward gave you a peek-a-book look at the swollen tip of his length and the mushroom tip held you captivated.

"Mm, you look so good between my ass baby."

In response, Lewis pushed down on his shaft allowing it to drop down onto your bottom with a heavy and wet-sounding "thwack".

"Whose ass was that?"

You smiled. "Yours baby. It's all yours."

With a sinister grin, he dropped down then spread your cheeks before burying his face between your legs.

"Oh fuck baby!”

His intention wasn't to tease you or to prepare you for him but to drive you absolutely bat shit crazy. As his tongue laved at your folds he sloppily slurped your flesh using the water that cascaded down your body to aid in producing the nastiest sounds that even a porno would be jealous of.

Your fingers scraped at the wall desperately trying to find something to hold on to as he ravished your pleasure trove. However, there was nothing to hold onto, nothing to keep you from exploding so that was what you did. Exploded.

You came all over his mouth shaking as the wetness gushing out of you competed with the spray from the showerheads. Lewis moaned and slurped up every drop then stood looking like the Cheshire cat who had time for a drink. He was soaked and from the way he licked his lips, he looked like he was ready for more.

When he pressed himself against you again he cupped your breasts.

"You taste like champagne and mangos. Fuck I can't wait to bury myself so deep inside of you that you can't breathe or think."

Holy shit you thought envisioning just that. Just when you were about to take matters into your own hands you smelled his body wash just before Lewis began giving you a very special bath. He used the excuse of getting you clean as a front to feel you up and tease every single part of your body. By the time he was directing you under the showerhead, you were more than ready to return the favor.

While wrapped in a cocoon of his scent you slowly rubbed his body making sure to get every nook, slope, and sliver of skin. The milky suds clung to him and as they evaporated slid down the toned muscles that he'd worked so hard for. When you whirled around to do his back, your inner thoughts slipped out.

"For fuck's sake you're beautiful."

Lewis chuckled then pulled your arms around him so you were pressed against his back.

"Me?"

You trapped his ear lobe between your teeth then nibbled down making him moan. Slowly your hands dipped down his abs until you found the treasure at the end of the pleasure trail. Taking your time, you fisted him then stroked along his length, up and down, up and down.

When he dropped his head back a long groan echoed in the shower. "Fuuuck, Y/N!”

"Mmm, you like that? Like the way my hand holds you just right? Like how I know just what you need?"

Your hand sped thanks to those milky suds that had made their way down his body. In a matter of seconds, he was moaning, grunting, and mumbling your name until suddenly he spun you into the water.

As it cascaded down your bodies washing the soap from your flesh, Lewis' lips found yours, and his fingers found your clit.

"Mmm."

From his actions, you could tell he wasn't trying to tease you. He was trying to make you cum, and you knew you were but seconds from doing just that.

Your breathing became ragged and uneven, and your hips bucked against his fingers needing more than he was giving. That was when Lewis pinched your clit and your body shot upward. If it weren't for Lewis' hand holding the back of your neck keeping your face in front of his you would have physically shot through the ceiling and roof and then into the night sky.

"Aaah!"

"Holy fuck, you're so fucking beautiful when you cum, kitten. That's it!"

The next thing you knew you were in his arms then on your back across the softest sheets ever. You moaned and writhed as you rode the wave of your orgasm, indulging in the way your skin tingled. It all felt so unreal. This man took you over the edge unlike any other before. In your aroused haze you stared at him and tailed his wet body pressing him to memory. You didn't want to forget not even an inch of him. You wanted to be in the middle of a meeting when a sudden flash of this moment attacks you turning you into a smirking mess until you had to excuse yourself to video him to knock one out.

Your eyes locked on his engorged length and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. He was perfect. Long, thick, and completely intimidating. If you were faint of heart you would have flustered and looked away worrying how you'd ever take him. Luckily you weren't faint of heart. You knew how to take him now. You were a pro.

"See something you like?"

You grinned. "Nope. I see something I love on someone I love."

Those words were all it took for baby girl Lewis to appear. He smirked until he smiled then giggled. How adorable. As he laid on top of you, his knee nudged your thighs apart making room for himself to rest between them.

"Mmm."

A squeal left you as he nipped at your nipple, raking his teeth over the pebbled bud. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him right there. Lewis took the hint and intensified the pain he delivered with your pleasure.

"Fuck," you panted out wrapping your legs around his waist.

It may not have been what he intended but the strength of your thighs never lied and with it you sent him plunging deeply into your heat.

"Aah,” the two of you exclaimed in unison.

As the pleasure he felt intensified so did his bite around your nipple. Just when you were about to shout out from the pain Lewis pulled his hips back and slammed into you for the second time. Any pain you felt evaporated and morphed into indescribable pleasure. Clenching around him, you came as you bucked against him using his body to heighten your climax. His cock within nudged that hidden bundle of nerves you clenched tighter and tighter around him. The friction against your clit from your writhing brought you closer and closer to another galaxy.

"Uuuugh shit!"

A second orgasm washed over you and Lewis quickly pulled from your body and flung himself onto his back.

"For the love of....fuck!"

He lay there gripping the base of his cock as his head angled back. He looked as if he were being tortured but deliciously rather than unscrupulously. You smiled, then flung a leg over him before sinking down, down, down until every inch of him was snugly fit between your tight walls.

"Mmm," Lewis released watching where your bodies were joined.

"Are you trying to kill me, kitten?"

You rocked your hips making your body roll like a wave coming into the coast on the evening tides. Lewis' eyes roamed over your body quickly falling under its spell. You knew what he liked and often used that knowledge to make him do the thing he hated...cum quick.

Sensing your intention, Lewis groaned and gripped your hips stopping them. You smirked.

"I see my kitten wants to play."

You watched him lick his lips in the sinful way he always did and just like that you lost your train of thought. You sat there atop him just staring at him and again you were mesmerized by his beauty. All movement ceased and the only desire you had was to just watch him. Underneath you, Lewis nudged his hips up giving you a reminder you didn't need that you were completely filled and in the middle of something.

"This dick won't ride itself, kitten."

You snorted then groaned. This was getting ridiculous now.

"This is getting ridiculous now."

He smiled. "What? Can't keep your eyes off ya' man?"

"Shut up it's not funny."

Lewis sat up, clipped your chin between his pointer and thumb, and looked deeply into your eyes. With a luscious peck, he claimed your lips making you moan.

"It's cute. I love when you stare at me. I love when I look across a room and see you looking at me or searching the room for me. I do the same thing it's just you only notice it sometimes the other times you're doing your own thing and I am just awestruck because I got the baddest one. I am as obsessed with you as you are with me. Sometimes I think a little more so."

He brought his lips to your jaw then down to your neck. A moan escaped you as you got lost in his lips on your skin.

"Mmm, Lewis."

"Yes, kitten."

"I love you."

He brought his face back to yours and stared into your eyes.

"I love you too kitten. Promise you'll stay."

You crushed your lips to his then rocked against him making him moan against your lips. With every flick of your hips your body was rewarded with a new wave of pleasure and with each wave of pleasure you used it to make him say your name.

"Fuck, Y/N," he whispered as he dropped his head back bracing himself on his elbows.

In this position, you decided to give him the show he so deserved. You rocked and rolled your hips against him in circles then swirls then a chaotic pattern that kept him on his toes. Within minutes he was groaning and biting down on his lips as he watched every move you made.

When you began bouncing on him his eyes locked on where your bodies joined. You knew you were beyond waterfall wet but you didn't care, you didn't give one fuck that the room was filled with the sound of your wetness squelching from every movement you made. You didn't care that you moaned wildly and panted his name every time he met you halfway sending himself deeper than you thought possible. You didn't give one fuck that you knew tomorrow you'd be sore from the pounding you were giving yourself. All that you cared about was this moment with him and the depth of your feelings for one another finally coming together in the most primal and basic way. The levels of your love for one another were the purest of all.

"God you're gonna make me cum," Lewis declared.

You grabbed his face ensuring he kept his eyes on yours as you raced to meet him at the point of no return. When he flicked his hips upward that was it, the entire solar system exploded and all you saw was the stardust left behind.

"Lewis!”

"Y/N!"

Names spoken in unison led to colliding bodies. With you on top of him, Lewis wrapped his arms around you enveloping you in his warmth and scent branding you in this intimate way. While you loved making love with him you also loved this part just as much. His post-coital cuddles were world class.

"I am so far gone for you and you don't even realize it. You don’t realize how in awe I am of you. You know I like control and always have tight control over myself and emotions but I am always in over my head when it comes to controlling just what it is that you do to me. I am a complete simp for you Y/N. Complete. I can barely hide it and it’s become the joke of the paddock whenever you come around or you're brought up. You're not alone in this. You have me, all of me and I'll never take my eyes off of you."

You lifted your head and gazed into the deep wells of amber that were his eyes and melted. You wanted to say so much more to that but what else was there to say? Lewis' thumb flicked away a lone tear then he pulled you back to his chest so you could hear the source and force of his love for you. And that was what lulled you to sleep. The sound of his love racing for you.

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[katsukikitten]

Synopsis: Inspiration hits quick on a lazy Saturday but you'll pay the price for the risky photo you send Bakugou while he's away for work.

Warnings: toys, phone sex/FaceTime sex.

Ageless & blank blogs DNI | MNDI

A facetime rings out in the middle of you folding laundry on the couch.

Bakubaby 💣 is calling you.

With glee you dive for your phone, rushing to pick up as you haven't heard from the pro in a couple of days due to his mission. You slide to answer and before you can do anything a rough moan comes out of the speakers.

"Don't say anything. Just do as I say and moan my name real loud, like a good kitten okay?" He growls and you can see his face aglow with the light of his screen. Brows furrowed and faintly in the background a rhythmic pace is set.

"Sending me those damn pictures and acting all surprised when I'm fuckin my fist." He reminds you of the lewd pictures you sent him after seeing a video of how to pose. You set up your phone at lightning speed yesterday with the light of the golden hour giving you an ethereal glow. Hands resting on the side of the couch, ass poking out in the shot with his favorite thong and tits pushed together with your arms throw the low, low cut bra. It was playful, sexy, bratty even in the way you smiled at him like you knew exactly what you were doing to him. Followed up immediately with a photo of you in bedroom. 3/4 to the camera, giving a good angle of your ass, of your wide hips, poking out your breasts by keeping your hands clasped behind your back. Looking into the camera with a totally different look. The kind that you only gave him. A touch submission mixed with mischief, that he'd have to work for his reward and work he would. His eyes traveled back to your breasts and could see your nipples through the lace but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted more, needed more.

Needed to feel you sinking into his cock while your eyes flutter.

So he called you immediately.

"Set yourself up nice and pretty in the bedroom for me. Grab your pretty pink dildo I got you." His voice is rasped even with the lazy pumps he's giving himself, so much pre cum has wept out of his angry cockhead coating him nicely. But nothing would ever compare to the feel of your hot cunt soaking his balls with each thrust.

Surprisingly you do as you ask without so much as a word. Setting it up where he could get a good view of you while you kneeled on the bed for now.

"Take off your shirt, play with those pretty fuckin tits." He barks and you do. Pulling the nipples taunt when he asks you. You sigh and groan and he makes you so that whole he moans loudly. It's enough to make your pussy drool for him, his dominance, his demands has you melting a lot easier than they should. Maybe it because you haven't been able to see him as often or maybe it was because you were desperate to be given instructions during your time off.

"Take off those shorts and spread your legs for me." Slipping off the fabric and removing it from your ankles, your hand goes to touch your needy clit.

"Aht I didn't say you could touch what's mine yet." He can see your arousal leaking out of you, watch you clench from his rough tone. It's enough to send him over the edge but he doesn't. Not yet. If he can't get you to cum a few times first the least he can do is time it where the two of you fall into bliss together.

"Slowly," He looks up to your face and waits for you to look at him before he growls, "Slowly princess, touch yourself."

Gently you rub circles over your clit, trying to mimic how he would if he had your hands bound in his. It drives you mad, makes you bite your lip as you moan loudly.

"I know baby I know." He grunts, "Faster."

"Faster!" He says again after a few minutes and you do, seeing stars as you gasp for air. He watches your hips jerk, watches the way you grind against your fingers, "That's it baby. Cum on this pretty fingers."

"Katsukiiii." You drag out his name, pussy desperately trying to clench onto something as you reel your head back in pleasure. You need a moment to catch your breath as you come down from your high but Bakugou was never one to give you a moments rest.

"All fours, face on the mattress." You do as he asks, pressing your cheek against the smooth sheets as he continues to instruct you, "Grab that pretty dildo and fuck yourself."

You bring the toy between your legs and slowly push and pull it. Increasing speed until you start to match the sounds of his fist pumping his cock over the phone.

Bakugou watches with lustful crimson eyes, snarling and growling as he hears your moans. Watches you buck into the toy and whine when it isn't him.

"I know you can fuck yerself harder than that." He growls, so close. So fucking close and he knows you are too with how you whine and moan. Shoving the dildo in and out of you at such a quick pace. You increase it as he requests and a loud moan escapes your lips.

"Suki, I'm gonna cum." Another whine and you can barely hear his own pace increase over the sounds your sloppy pussy is making.

"That's it baby, cream my cock." You scream at his vulgar words, trying so hard to fuck yourself through your orgasm to no avail. Vision clouded and hand pushing the toy in and out of you slowly compared to before.

Bakugou grunts as he feels his stomach and balls tighten. Spilling white hot ropes onto his chest and stomach. You both lie there for a moment, the toy slowly being pushed out of your spent cunt and him covered in his own cum.

"Lemme see you." He sighs out and you remove the toy, get off of all fours and come closer to the camera, "Look what you do to me."

He shows his godly abs and chest, pulling out a soft smile.

"Miss ya." He says softly, he wishes he was there. Wishes he could scoop you up and take you to the shower for a quick rinse and have a nice long bath with whatever bath bomb you want.

"Miss you too." You say softly, eyes downcast and sad that he isn't there with you.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

"Two more things okay? Can you do that for me princess?" His voice is soft as he looks you over.

"Yes sama. I can."

"That's my girl." He purrs, "Now go get a rag and wet it with warm water. Clean up and before you come back to bed there's a shirt in the closet for you.

You do as he says quickly and he watches from his spot on the side table as you go into the bathroom. Hears the water running and stop before you're back after a few minutes. Grabbing onto one of his skull tshirts and you realize it smells faintly of his cologne before climbing into bed after putting it on.

"Now, I want you to get pu baby and long john. I want you to cuddle them real tight." It's easy to grab the two giant stuffed animals and put them on either side of you as you settle into the giant comforter.

"Lemme hear about your day baby. Did ya finish that damn sappy romance manga?" You smile at him before going on your rant, giving him a full detailed summary of what happened and he listens responds when he can.

But the whole time all he can't think about is how fuckin beautiful you look as you excitedly talk and how badly he wants to be there in person.

For now he'll have to thank the Gods for video chat.

[rinsuniverse]

I recently saw that your reqs are open 👀 can we get woozi's s/o helping in writing or producing a song from the universe factory evn tho she isn't in the entertainment bizzz just like a pure inspiration for her to help write songs hihi

being woozi's muse! ✧˖°.

this is a cute idea! (sorry if this is short! i'm currently writing this on break <3)

i imagine three different types of scenarios where his s/o would help in writing or producing music

for the first, imagine you're lounging on his couch at the universe factory

he's been working on his music for hours on end now, and his brain is slowly malfunctioning

you can tell just by how he's sighing and tilting his head in frustration that he needs a break or some help

so you come over, running a hand down his shoulder and peering in at his monitor

"you okay?" you ask, leaning your head against his

he takes a minute to relax into your touch, but does so nonetheless

"nothing sounds right for this part of the song," he says, frustratingly

"do you want my help?"

"are you going to spoil the song?"

"why would i do that?"

"true. just take a look at it, i guess," he says as he backs his chair up from the desk

you sit there, asking him to hum the melody and match up the lyrics

you suggest switching the order of some lines for the lore and sound

and he nods with his eyes somewhat wide, surprised at your helpful feedback

"there! i think it sounds much better now," you say, turning to look at him

he nods, rolling his chair closer to the table. "thanks, y/n/n"

"mmm. if you need more inspiration or help, just call me over."

"god, i love you," he mutters, grabbing hold of your hand and squeezing it

"love you, too. don't overwork yourself!"

the second scenario would be when you're both out on a walk, just goofing around town after a planned date

"oh my god, jihoon! look at this kitty!" you say, pointing at the stray kitten on the side of the walkway

the sun is setting and he watches you as your eyes twinkle and the golden hour sun rays hit you just right

you smile at him so genuinely and he's looking at you like you're the most beautiful person in the world (he would never say that out loud to you, tho)

as you're talking quietly to the cat and approaching slowly, he can't help but pull out his phone and take a picture

he switches to the notes app, changing his attention from you to the phone, then back to you, then back to the phone as he writes lyrics about how your eyes have so many feelings behind them and how he can't find all the words he'd want to describe you with

you're his muse in that way

he feels inspired when he sees your genuine and pure self/the person he fell in love with

you won't know, but the next seventeen album is going to have a b-side by the vocal team that was completely inspired by that one day that he fell in love with you all over again 🫶

and the last scenario would be when he invites you to help him and the svt members record a new song

it's his turn to record, so he has you and soonyoung pressing the button for him

you're giggling at whatever soonyoung has to say and jihoon stands there awkwardly staring at you two, pursing his lips

"can i record now or what?" he asks, staring daggers at soonyoung

"yep! y/n, music please!" soonyoung says, causing you to giggle

jihoon finds himself clenching his jaw, but as soon as the music starts playing in his headphones, he tries his absolute hardest to impress you

he knows it works when he's done singing the part, and you're just looking at him with a cute grin on your face

"are we done with my part now?"

"yeah-"

"get out of my seat, soonyoung."

and for the rest of the recording, you sit next to jihoon

one of his hands is holding a pen and presses the buttons while the other is resting on your thigh

you give him and the members feedback about what you feel (as a carat) would sound the best and make the fanbase go literally insane

and jihoon is so grateful for all your help and everything

he knows you aren't really in the entertainment business and you're just giving your feedback as his s/o and a fan of the group

but guess what?

you find your name right next to his in the credits of some of the songs in the album anyway!

thank you so much for the request! i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i did writing it! feel free to request many, many more! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

[what-i-call-men]

jpm fluff? <3

I Can Provide for You

James Patrick March x Reader

Warnings: mostly fluff with a hint of smut at the end

A/N: the dialogue in the beginning was inspired by a post by @taintandviolent the post is here its an AI conversation with James. i tried my best to fill in the rest of the conversation.

picture from @frankenkyle19

Your day was thus far was hell. Apparently everyone needed you to do something or another today and you finally got a moment of peace for your lunch break. Glancing at the clock, you decided now was as good a time as any to plan your night. You could always go home and make yourself some dinner and spend the night alone… or you could call James…

That was enough thought to have you picking up the phone that sat on your desk and dialing his number for his room phone. After a few rings it picked up.

“Hello?” He answered the phone and you were immediately a bit relieved from your stress.

“Good afternoon James.” You said with a smile on your face. You could almost hear him smile through the phone.

“Ah my little buttercup. How good to hear from you.” His voice hummed through the phone, almost as smooth as butter.

You grabbed the coiled cord of the phone and played with it between your fingers. “It’s nice to hear your voice.” You spoke through your end.

“Tell me, my dear, how are you?”

“I’m ok my love how are you?” You asked, hoping you hadn’t interrupted his day.

“Good good. Oh dear, I miss you.” His voice made you feel like there were a million hot butterflies swirling in your chest. It’s done that since the day you first spoke.

“I miss you too James.” You glanced up to look around your office as you awaited his words again to send shivers down your spine.

“When are you coming to see me again?” You hadn’t seen him since the week before, simply not having the time or energy to go on another date night since then. Obviously he couldn’t come to you so if you didn’t go to the hotel you couldn’t see him.

“Well I’m a bit swamped at work right now so maybe later if I’m not too spent.” You said as you looked back down to your desk where paperwork sat askew.

“Aw, little kitten, you know how I feel about you working too hard. What are you slaving away for my Darling? Money? Entertainment? I can provide you with all of that and more.” You knew James had money but you’d only been seeing each other for about a month or so. You didn’t expect him to provide anything for you yet seeing as how you two barely had time to see each other with your work schedule.

“James, I can provide for myself. I just need money.” You scoffed a bit to yourself. Not that you disliked your job. You just liked the money a bit more. Affording dinner and rent was a joy of yours.

He sighs before speaking, “Money? Surely, not that……. I’ll give you every last cent I have if it means seeing your precious face, my sweet.”

Your heart fluttered a bit… as much as this job was nice you would love to never work again. But you couldn’t just agree to letting him do that. “James, I can’t-“ He cut you off.

“I said I’d give you all you need.” The tone in which he spoke was so commanding and so hot. You had to give in a little bit.

“All I need?” You said back flirtatiously. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t crave his body. It’d been about a week since you’d seen him and you did miss his touch.

He caught on to your hinting and you swear you could hear his smirk through the phone. “Oh you saucy little minx you. Of course.”

“So I could have you to myself all night?” You asked and glanced up to make sure none of your coworkers were near your office. God it would be so embarrassing if they heard you like this, but that wouldn’t stop you from talking to James.

“Ah. I can give you that for as long as you like. All night and well into the early morning hours.” James’ shameless flirting back was starting to warm up your body, making you want to accept his proposal even more.

As you felt your face heat up you caught some movement outside your door for your office, one of your coworkers began his walk towards your desk. “Well I’d like to see you later then. I might be able to pencil you in for tonight.” You responded to James. He chuckled on the other end of the phone.

“Oh you do? Well, all we need for that to happen is…” God you loved and hated how commanding he was in conversation. It was so attractive yet you're still in your workplace and have to keep professional.

“Is for me to be there and not at work.” You said quietly as your coworker approached your door.

“That’s right, good girl, for you to be here.” James almost purred into the phone. You really were putty in his hands.

You took a deep breath. “Then I will be there tonight.” You said and acknowledged your coworker who was now waiting outside your door.

“I’ll expect you here by 6 pm sharp.” James said and you picked up your pen, pretending to write an appointment down in your personal planner.

“I’ll try to get out of the office. It’s just that-“ You tried to be realistic about the fact your boss usually expected you to pull some late overtime hours.

James cut off your thoughts. “Don't be late my little hummingbird.” God his tone was so commanding you had no other option to oblige with a hum.

“I’ll be there at 6 sharp” You said and nodded to yourself, as if you were talking to a client, all to save face for your coworker.

”Until then… Goodbye.” James stated and you said your own goodbye before hanging up the phone. Your coworker took this as an invite to fully walk into your office now. He sat at the other side of your desk.

“You didn’t hear this from me but the big wigs are making budget cuts and they’re thinking of cutting your department. That Cortez account isn't as big of an addition as we’d hoped. If I were you I’d probably get your affair in order and look in the help wanted ads in the paper.” He said quietly, looking over his shoulder in case the bosses were around.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at the stack of papers on your desk. “How could they fire the department that does so much work? I have barely had a moment to breathe since I clocked in.”

“Well they already canned Jim, Mark and George in the past week. It’s really only us left.” He said and you let out a large sigh, James’ offer starting to ring in your mind. You waved off your coworker and as soon as he stood up your boss rounded the corner and walked straight towards your door.

And just like that you were picking up your paperwork and stuffing it back into its folders and picking up your personal items. Sure a couple tears fell, this wasn’t a bad job. Walking out with your box in hand, you went home.

Sitting on your couch, way earlier in the day than you had intended, you stared at today's paper on your counter, the wanted ads staring back at you. Next to it sat your telephone, James’ number on a small piece of paper next to it, written in his beautifully curled handwriting.

Reaching forward you grabbed the paper, glancing over it and seeing if anything caught your eye. You barely noticed you were dozing off until your phone rang, suddenly waking you. You blinked and yawned as you reached forwards to grab the phone, glancing over to your clock as you answered. “Hello?” You tried not to sound tired.

“I thought you’d still be at work, but when I called they said you had gone home. You usually call me before you leave work.” James’ voice was very matter-of-fact yet you could tell there was concern laced with the words.

“Yeah. I’m sorry, I left in a hurry.” You said, not really caring to elaborate much otherwise you might get more upset.

“Oh darling… You’ll still be here for dinner, correct?” He asked and you hummed a yes in response. Seeing as it was already past 4:30 you’d have to get ready quickly. “Well then I’ll see you at 6 my sweet.” You agreed and said a quick goodbye as you heard a knock at your door.

Walking over your landlord was standing there… you forgot to pay your rent. And your final warning on late payments was last month. She simply handed you a 14 day notice and said little to nothing else.

You tried your hardest to get ready for James, your makeup wouldn’t cooperate quite as you’d like, and your nice clothes all felt too uncomfortable. You had half a thought that you could cancel with James. But his words rang in your head and you realized how much you’d prefer to just be in his arms than alone and wallowing in self-pity.

You mustered up a presentable enough outfit and shoved your notice in your purse so you could read over it as soon as you had chances. With that you sped off to The Hotel Cortez. As soon as you got there you were greeted by the woman at the front desk. You were a bit early so what harm could a quick drink at the hotel bar do?

As you sat at the bar you pulled out your notice and read over it, dread filling your chest as you very quickly downed your drink. As soon as you placed down your now empty drink you felt a presence behind you. You turned around and saw James way too close to your shoulder… so close you almost hit him with your nose.

He was staring at the paper in your hand. You quickly folded it up and shoved it back into your pocket. “Hello dear.” You said and went to hug him, pretending you weren’t so upset might actually make you feel better. He went unwavering though. Obviously he had seen it.

“Is this why you left work so early?” He asked, arms not wrapping back around you yet.

You swallowed and tried to hold back your tears of frustration from the day. “No, actually they laid off my whole department today, that's why I left early.” You said as a tear fell from your eye and you pulled away from the one sided hug. He reached up gently and wiped the tear from your face.

“Oh my darling… let’s get you back to my room.” He said and guided you towards his room. The walk was pretty quiet until you got there, mostly you trying to keep yourself from sobbing on the walk. “Here we are my sweet little buttercup.” He said and took your coat from your shoulders.

Dinner sat at the table, still warm. You went to sit at your end, but he stopped you and called for Ms. Evers to move your table setting next to his. She did as told and you just turned to lay your now sobbing face against his shoulder, definitely getting him wet.

“Oh My darling, let’s wipe those tears and get you something to eat. Then we can have a little chat.” He said and took out his crisp white handkerchief and dabbed it on your cheeks to dry your tears a bit before taking you by the hand and walking you to your seat. He pulled out your chair for you and you started picking at your food as soon as he sat down.

You know he didn’t really need to eat, but he would never let you eat alone. As you ate he sat back in his seat a bit. “Darling, I really think it’s time we spoke about this arrangement. I want you to know I meant every word earlier. I will provide for you… anything you want for the rest of our eternity together.”

You stared at your plate as he spoke, your leg shaking with the stress that has been on you all day. “Oh James…” You said collecting your thoughts. “We’re barely even officially dating and you’re asking me to live with you.” Yeah it wasn’t entirely uncommon seeing as your cultures were only a couple decades apart, however you were an independent person and a sudden change from that would be hard for you.

“Darling in my time it wasn’t uncommon to learn your spouse's name days before the wedding.” You sighed at his comment… if you had a religious enough family it was still a thing. “Dearest…”

This time you cut him off. “Fine. But you have to let me at least help out around here.” You said. You know you’d hate to feel useless.

“Oh my sweet, I’m sure you can help me in many ways.” He leaned towards you and lowered his voice as she spoke. There wasn’t anyone else here but he knew how much his voice drove you crazy. You felt like this was the first time you’d smiled all day.

“Oh really? How can I help you then James?” You asked, feigning ignorance as you fluttered your eyelashes at him.

“How about you come sit on my lap while we figure it out?” He offered, moving his own chair back and reaching for your hand. You stood and took his hand, letting him help you onto his lap. His arms now wrapped around your waist and yours around his shoulders.

You pressed a couple small kisses to his lips before he pulled you forwards a bit more so your lips would stay against his, your hips having moved from his thighs to right above his own hips. His hands moved down your back to your thighs. “Oh my darling, I think I know just the way for you to help me out.” He said and grabbed your hips, rolling them against his now growing member in his pants.

He quickly stood up, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his body as he carried you towards his bed. He laid you back on it gently. No one would ever believe you if you told them how gentle he was. He was not a very gentle man when it came to anyone, but you were his exception, his delicate flower.

His hands grazed up your legs as he pushed his lips against yours again. “You can be my dessert.” He whispered against your lips, before his fingers met your hips under your dress. His fingers slipped under your panties and slid. Them down your thighs. You watched him dive between your thighs, pressing a few small kisses to the place you needed him the most.

You let your head roll back as he devoured you like you were his last meal. You really could get used to this, being here with him every night, him adoring you and doting on you. Maybe this is just the best situation to come out of you horrible day- The man who adored you nestled between your legs and telling you how in love he was with you.

Maybe this arrangement wouldn’t be bad…

[minhosimthings]

Skz and their most common nicknames in fics (+ reasons why I die for it)

Bang Christopher Chan: Babygirl. Alright I mean first of all he's our daddy because we are his babygirls. Second of all, I die for this because of HIS ACCENT. Whenever he says babygirl in that thick Aussie accent and does that stupidly adorable smile, my heart and melts and I go into this state of lovesickness and delusion but HEY it's not entirely my fault (Looking at you Mr Christopher)

Lee Minho: Kitten. Dude if you do not agree that Minho will call his s/o kitten, you are so wrong. It's the most cannon event thing out of all cannon events that Minho uses the name kitten, and I eat this up so much. This man's entire existence is basically cats. (I would know cause I'm his wife) Kitten is just so... romantically sensual. Like it's sexy and can be used in a very hot scene, but it's also so romantic, like Minho has a personalized nickname for you and it's just so skdjvdhehdbdbb sorry my brain is short circuiting rn.

Seo Changbin: Bunny. He's your Binnie, you're his bunny. Especially if you have bunny teeth, or just a bunny like personality, this is such a sweet nickname. Like imagine him just running up to you with a new song he made and saying 'bunny bunny! Look I made this for you!' or if you're in the gym he'd be like 'bunny do you want to do the weights now?' OSJDBSHSGSVSGH MY HEART CANT HANDLE THIS.

Hwang Hyunjin: Muse or flower. Another cannon event. Like babe I genuinely believe this man is someone who would be so whipped for his partner and dedicate his paintings to show his love towards them whenever he can't express them in words. As a painter myself, I am inspired by people around me a lot, so I feel like Hyunjin would also do that. Like if he proposed to you, he would paint a picture of your favourite flower and a ring and underneath the painting, it would be written 'A flower for my flower. Marry me, my muse?' I'm going into a Hyunjin limbo..... And I don't want to get out.

Han Jisung: literally anything cheesy as fuck. He would call you shit like 'my pookie wookie bear' and then look at you with those wide quokka eyes and you would just melt, but also internally cringe because of the nickname. Usually he would just call you 'babe' or 'jagiya' but sometimes his brain just tells him to give you a random burst of affection and then he does shit like this and then you're like how can you not love him? The boys found your contact in his phone one day and they still won't stop teasing you about it.

Lee Felix Yongbok: Sunshine or Cupcake. Yet another cannon event. Like how can you not look at this man and say he's not the embodiment of sunshine? You could take out the Sun from the solar system and replace him with it and I guarantee you, the world won't change one bit. He'd be your sunshine and you'd be his. Lighting up each other's life. He'd also call you his cupcake and when you'd ask him why he does that, he'd pull out a 3000 page document and one han Jisung to perform a song as to why he calls you what he does.

Kim Seungmin: Pup. Of course it's because of his puppy like personality and PuppyM! He would just stick to calling you 'babe' at the beginning of the relationship to keep up his tsundere reputation, but as he falls more in love with you, he'd call you 'pup' to remind you of how much joy you bring into his life. It physically hurts my tiny heart whenever I imagine a domestic relationship with him, when you are cooking and he just goes 'pup what are you making? It smells good.' (gonna go I need to sob in the corner now)

Yang Jeongin: honey. Alright listen LISTEN. That one clip of him saying 'honey mmmWAH' and blowing a kiss towards Stay before dancing with Minho, is just giving me massive brainrot. Honey is just such an old fashioned name and while he is the youngest of the group, his entire vibe sometimes just gives me vintage vibes. He would call you honey because you'd be the thing that brightens his day every day just like how honey sweetens his coffee. It's just so sweet and short and everytime he would go off to work in the morning, he'd give you a quick kiss and say 'bye honey' nope I can't do this my heart is too tiny.

[kuschelkissen-art]

Sooo...

Chapter 14 - CAT

Summary: Koumei adopts a cat. But not just any cat. One that weirdly looks like him...

Inspired by:

“What's that?”

“Pardon?” Taka'aki looked at Kansuke with mild annoyance.

“I asked what's that,” Kansuke repeated and pointed at the little furball in Taka'aki's hands.

“That is obviously a cat.” Taka'aki held the kitten a bit more closely to his chest, as it got a bit skittish by now. No doubt because of Kansuke's rude attitude.

Kansuke huffed. “I can see that! But why do you bring a cat to work?!”

“I found it,” was Taka'aki's nonchalant reply. “And I plan on taking it to the local shelter in my lunch break.” The little thing had been all by itself in a soggy box at the side of the road, he couldn't just leave it there! So he had carefully tugged it under his jacket to keep it warm on the way to work.

Kansuke stared at him and then the cat. “You could've brought it there right away!”

“Kansuke-kun, are you suggesting that I should have been late to work?” That was just silly. “It is small and doesn't take up a lot of room. It will be fine for a few hours.”

“Inspector Morofushi!” Yui entered the office, carrying a big box and a pillow. “I found a box that should work.”

While Kansuke looked at her in disbelief, Taka'aki seemed relieved. “Ah, thank you, Yui-san.” He waited until she had put down the box with the pillows on his desk, then he carefully sat the kitten inside the box.

Kansuke frowned and got a bit closer. “So you're in on it, huh?” he grumbled, which made Yui smile apologetically. “Explains a lot.”

“Don't be angry, Kan-chan. I couldn't leave that little kitty in the rain.” She chuckled and leant over the box, where the kitten was now sniffing everything intensely. “Doesn't it remind you of someone?”

“Remind me?” Kansuke frowned even deeper and looked at the cat. “What do you mean, remind me, it's a cat-” He blinked. “Why does that cat have a mustache?” A mustache and eyebrows and hair that framed its face perfectly. At least that was what the black pattern on white fur looked like.

Both of them raised their head to look at Taka'aki and Yui chuckled some more behind her hand.

“Why the hell does this cat look like Koumei??”

“Do you understand now why I couldn't leave it behind?” Yui whispered.

“What are you talking about, Kansuke-kun? It is a cat. Do I look like a cat to you?”

“No, but the cat looks like you! It even has your eyebrows!”

“You're acting silly,” Taka'aki said as he sat down and started his computer. “Cats don't have eyebrows.”

When Kansuke wanted to protest – this cat very obviously had eyebrows! - Yui grabbed his arm. “We will leave you and your little assistant now. Don't drive to the shelter without me, okay?!”

Taka'aki didn't correct her about the assistant.

It took maybe half an hour before he put down the box from the desk to the ground, to easier take a look at the little one. It had rolled up on the pillow and fallen asleep. Taka'aki smiled a bit, before he turned back to his computer.

It was a busy day. Very busy. In fact, Taka'aki thought that there were a lot of inquiries today that needed his attention, even from people he did not usually work with. Some even came more than once to ask him things or get signatures or other advice. It was rather tiring, especially since none of them left immediately afterwards, but insisted on stating how cute the kitten was, watching it for a bit, and sometimes even taking pictures.

It was almost noon and Taka'aki hadn't finished half of his tasks because of these constant disturbances, so he was a bit annoyed when there was another knock on the door. “Yes?!”

It was Yui who peeked inside. “I wanted to see how you're doing with your little friend here.” She got in and closed the door behind her, immediately catching on his annoyance. “You ok?” She smiled at him, now that there were just the two of them.

Taka'aki sighed and buried his face in his hands. “I haven't finished the things I wanted to finish, all because it seems like no-one in this department has ever seen a cat.”

Yui chuckled and crouched down next to the box to pet the little one. “Well, most of them haven't seen one that looks like you, Taka'aki-kun.”

Another sigh. “It does not look like me.”

“It does.” Carefully she lifted the cat and held it up, pointing at the little mustache and eyebrow markings. “Look? Twins.”

At that, Taka'aki made a face, but finally rubbed his temples with a defeated groan. “Fine. I can see where you're coming from, but that does not excuse all the nuisance I had to endure today.”

“Well, you didn't want to go to the shelter before work, so you have to live with the consequences of your actions.”

“Thank you, I figured as much.”

“So? Have you decided yet?”

“Decided?” Taka'aki looked at her with raised eyebrow. “Decided what?”

“Whether you want to keep it?”

“Keep it? I cannot keep a kitten, Yui-kun.” The mere idea was laughable. Even if he didn't account for his job, even if he did have time to care for a little animal like this, he wasn't the right person for it. He had no idea about the needs of a cat, or how to care for one. Besides, even these few hours had been enough to completely cover his suit in white cat hair, and that wasn't something he'd be able to tolerate for long. It wasn't exactly professional to go to work like that either.

“Aww.” The disappointment in her voice was a bit concerning. “I thought it would be cute. It would've been like one of these old cartoons where people had pets that looked like them.”

Taka'aki didn't bother to correct her this time.

“Are you really sure you don't want to rethink it? Maybe keep it for a few days, just to make sure?”

“If you want a cat, why don't you take it in then?” Taka'aki asked.

“Oh, no, no. I'm not suitable to be a cat mum.”

“A what?”

“A cat mum! I think I would be spoiling the little one and it would wreck havoc in my little home. But you have a nice house with lots of room and even a little garden!”

“Somehow I begin to doubt that you ever planned on bringing this kitten to a shelter, Yui-kun,” Taka'aki said, his neat eyebrows furrowed deep enough to form a little wrinkle between them.

“Ah, that's not true! I did! But I hoped it would be not today.” She laughed and held the kitten out for him. It meowed loudly and Taka'aki carefully took it from her.

“You have to support the legs, Yui-kun,” he said, as he held it to his chest. The kitten looked at him and meowed again, trying to climb him. “Ah, don't do that, little one. You will leave holes in the fabric.”

Another meow, this time more demanding.

“I think it is hungry~” Yui said with a grin.

“Ah?” Taka'aki examined the cat and nodded. “Yes, that is very likely. But I don't have anything to-” A baby bottle was held under his nose.

“I allowed myself to go to the nearest pet shop and bought some milk for kittens.” The bottle was placed in his hand and before he could protest, Yui was back at the door. “See you later, inspector!”

“Wait! Yui-!” Taka'aki sighed and looked down at the kitten, squirming in his hand. “Fine...”

Feeding a kitten from a bottle was a new experience for him, but at the same time, it gave him a feeling of nostalgia. Of peace. Made him remember times that were long left behind, when his little brother had still been a baby and his mother had carefully placed him in his lap, instructing him on how to hold him and the bottle.

Hiromitsu had drunk almost as eagerly as the kitten, emptying his bottle in no time. And just like his brother had back then, the kitten fell asleep almost right away when it was done. Taka'aki held it for a bit longer, before placing it back into the box, watching it get comfortable. He smiled a bit. Maybe he could understand just a bit why everyone was fussing over the little cat.

Just a bit though.

The next officer that wanted to get a glance was met with a glare and a hissed “shh! It fell asleep!”.

In the end, Taka'aki didn't make it to the shelter in time, so on his way home, he made a stop at the pet shop to get some food, a cat bed, and a cat toilet. The little kitten had left a wet stain on the pillow in its box and Taka'aki had no intent of letting it do that on any floor or furniture in his home.

“Well... here we are,” he said, putting down everything after entering his house. Yui and Kansuke were on a stakeout, so he was all by himself with this situation now.

But while his thoughts were going into all kinds of directions, trying to think of every possible scenario in this, the kitten was already exploring the house, sniffing intensely on every piece of furniture. And scratching its surprisingly sharp little claws on some.

“No, no, no!” Quickly, Taka'aki pulled it away from the couch. “You cannot do that, you will ruin the leather.” He sighed. “I should have bought the scratching post after all.” It was too late for that now, so he sat down on the couch, the kitten on his lap, and started searching the internet on his phone for solutions.

In the end, he managed to dig out some old boxes from the bin and gave these to the kitten. It seemed to work, even though the result was tons of tiny scraps of cardboard all over the floor as the kitten did its best to destroy the box.

“You sure are a feisty one,” Taka'aki mumbled. The kitten may have the mustache, but it certainly didn't have the manners.

He was surprised though, on how easily the kitten understood where it was supposed to poop. It made a mess with the litter, shoveling it all over the place in its enthusiasm, but it did not wet the floor, or worse, pooped somewhere, where it shouldn't.

When he ate his dinner, the cat had its own portion of food in a bowl on the floor, and it emptied it just as quickly as it did with the bottle before. Taka'aki smiled as he saw it fall asleep next to the bowl. He carefully scooped it up and carried it to its bed, where it rolled up, sinking into the soft fabric. “Good night, kitten,” he said and went to bed as well.

When Taka'aki woke up in the morning, it was from a weird, vibrating sound and the feeling of not being able to breathe properly. He opened his eyes and found the source for both in the kitten, that had curled up on his chest, purring louder than he would've imagined a small creature like that could possibly do.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes. "You were not supposed to sleep in my bed."

The kitten barely raised its head and meowed tiredly at him.

Taka'aki turned his head to look at the LED numbers of his alarm clock. Still thirty minutes before he had to get up. "I guess it doesn't matter now, does it?"

Another tiny meow and louder purring was the answer.

It's okay, he thought. It's just another day.

Getting ready with the little one turned out to be quite a bit more of a hassle than he had expected. The kitten managed with fascinating precision to always move right where he wanted to step next, and more than once he almost stumbled over it. In the end, he was actually running late - for his standards - and getting a bit hectic, when the door opened and a very tired looking Kansuke and Yui stepped inside.

"You're still here?" Kansuke asked, barely concealing a yawn with his hand. "You're late."

"Thank you for letting me know, I had no idea," Taka'aki replied, annoyance very audible in his voice as he pushed the kitten away from fishing for his shoelaces. "What are you doing here?"

"We're tired from the stakeout, and your house is closer to the PD than mine," Kansuke explained matter of fact.

"You-"

"You brought it home!" Yui suddenly didn't sound too tired anymore.

"I did. The shelter was closed when I got off work." He looked up, suddenly a bit more delightful about their unplanned intrusion. "Since you're here, you can look after it. Food is in the kitchen by the sink, and keep it from destroying my couch, please."

"Yes, Sir~" Yui saluted with a smile, while Kansuke raised an eyebrow.

"This is a bad idea."

"No, it is a brilliant idea because now I can leave and be at work at a somewhat decent time, without having to fear coming home to my house destroyed by this little ferocious creature."

"Did you hear that?" Yui had crouched down to pet the purring kitten. "What a ferocious creature you are~ but he cares for you anyway."

Taka'aki hesitated, then grabbed his jacket and left.

When he returned from work in the late afternoon, he found Yui sitting on the ground, playing with the kitten with what seemed to be a shoe lace or something similar.

"Taka'aki-kun, you're back!~!" She smiled, but didn't get up. The kitten though ran to greet him with its tail trembling in anticipation. It jumped on his foot and made an attempt to climb his leg, which Taka'aki quickly stopped by picking it up. "I told you to not destroy my suit, please," he said and the kitten just meowed at him, rubbing its head against his hand.

Yui giggled. "I'm not sure he can understand you."

"He?" Taka'aki repeated as he slipped from his shoes and got closer.

"He. It's not very obvious, but... yeah. Kou-chan is a little boy."

Taka'aki raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at that. "You named it?"

"I named him. He's too cute not to."

From the couch, Kansuke let out a snort. "l told you it's a bad idea~" He grinned widely. "Congratulations, Koumei, you just adopted a cat~"

Taka'aki made a face, but then sighed. He should've seen this coming from the moment Yui set her eyes on the little kitten. "You know what that means, Kansuke-kun?" he said as he stepped closer, little "Kou-chan" on his arm. "We adopted a cat."

Now it was Kansuke who grimaced. He hadn't thought of that, but Taka'aki was right. Where the kitten was, Yui would be, and vice versa.

"Don't worry~" Yui said as she hugged Taka'aki from behind, on her toes to peak over his shoulder. "You'll be great cat dads!"

Kou-chan meowed and reached to bump his head against Taka'aki's chin

[boybandposter]

✽ Anna (Dislyte) Headcanons

this was the second part to another request ! thank you for requesting me anon ♥︎

warnings: not really a warning, but the reader is portrayed as another artist ! WLW ♥︎

₊˚ʚ 🤍₊˚✧ ﾟ.

- The day you met Anna, you two immediately clicked. After meeting at an art class in your boarding school, you couldn’t help but notice the meticulous detail in her paintings. In your eyes, it lacked the personality that most art held, but it was impressive how she captured the likeness of any scene. After approaching her and complimenting her, you two were always seen with one another.

- Whether it be at your own house or Anna’s, it would always be filled with afternoons of painting and watching her practice fencing. Watching her handle a blade was similar to watching her brushstrokes— planned and precise. It was mesmerizing how aggressive she could be as such a gentle soul, which has inspired many of your own paintings of Anna.

- Even though Anna has a “glass half full” mentality, she’s nearly ranted to you about how frustrated she secretly is about not being good enough. The amount of time she’s spent on art, only to be told time after time about the lack of emotion that were in her pieces. Anna has spent many nights crying to you, only for her to put on a smile the next day. It worried you, but all you could do was offer your unending support for her.

- After two years of knowing Anna, deep down you had come to realize your own feelings for her. Luckily for you, she had as well. Obviously, the two of you had painted one another portraits to express your love for one another. With paintings tucked under your arm, both of you confessed under the light of the moon, giggling and kissing one another senseless.

- I feel like with Anna being colorblind, you would be the one helping her with clothing shopping. It was almost like Anna was your personal dress up doll, and she was more than willing to do so for you (plus, she’d much rather let you make those decisions for her).

- At times while Anna is engrossed in her painting, you’ve caught her off guard— making her jump from the disturbance. She’ll never be upset about it though; she considers it a welcome interruption. Nothing would beat the feeling when you would drape your arms across her shoulders, your face nuzzling against her own. Gods, it’s her absolute favorite.

- Anna’s a light sleeper for sure. When you two are sleeping and you move away from her, she’s wide awake. She’ll practically hunt you down to cuddle up against you— she hates being away from you, even if she knows you’re right there beside her.

- The one thing Anna will make sure of is that you two have a pet or two. She wouldn’t accept anyone who doesn’t love pets. Anna definitely loves cats; but I can imagine her taking you on a date to pick two kittens. In fact, her entire camera roll is filled to the brim with pictures of you with the pets, and she frequently looks back on them with a smile.

- Before you two had even gotten into a relationship, she always expressed her love of traveling. Every year during the summer, you two will take a week-long trip to wherever you two decide. Anywhere with the ocean and art galleries are definitely her favorite, but what’s most important to Anna is that you’re happy.

- Anna absolutely cherishes the times when you clean the paint off of her skin. The gentle caresses of the cloth in your hand make her melt under your touch immediately (she won’t admit it, but she’ll purposefully wipe paint on her arms or face).

- You’ll definitely have to teach her to communicate her actual feelings. All her life she hid how she really felt— and it definitely transferred into her relationships. Anna often pushed her opinions aside to please you, but you could always tell she was telling white lies. Anna doesn’t mean to, but losing you would ruin her.

- What else would Anna paint more than her one and only muse? You’ve already found several little sketches along notepads and the like, plus many portraits that Anna has done of you. She can’t help it though; you’re always on her mind, and on her canvases.

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author’s note: man what a writers block tbh— I have so many ideas but my keyboard has been acting up :(

[ratherchaseamouse]

Rating (some of) the Il Sistina costumes!

1: Jerrie and Teazer

I’m a sucker for when M+R are absolutely identical so I love these! Teazer’s (left) wig looks a little off but other than that they look fantastic! 9/10 gender

2: Macavity

Not to be a 2019 hater but this is everything that Idris Elba Macavity tried to be. The drama, the camp, the mustache! it’s simultaneously very stupid looking and the coolest thing ever. T boy swag to the maxx 15/10

PS I’m in love with how there’s lights underneath his hat brim so you can see his face it’s genius

3: Jemima or Sillabub? I admit I don’t know which name is being used— both are on the wiki

She’s adorable! I love that they kept the magenta and black and white color scheme but completely reinvented the pattern. She looks like a little clown (that’s a compliment I like clowns), and the bangs on the wig are especially kitten-y. 12/10

4: Skimbleshanks

I think his song costume is absolutely flawless!! Love that they took inspiration from 2019 with the tapping. I think the wig looks a little out of proportion without the muttonchops and hat, but overall his chorus costume gives the effect of an awkward teenage Skimbleshanks IMO. Song costume gets a 2000/10 chorus gets 8/10

5: Gus and Jelly

The best pictures of them were together <3. Anyway I love how fluffy jelly is, she’s just all-around adorable. Best friend energy. Gus reminds me of my old cat Pepino who sadly passed away but was also a crotchety drama queen. The fabric on his coat and everything just makes him look so huggable. Both of them 12/10. As a matched set they are priceless.

6: mistoffelees

I LITERALLY CANNOT SAY A SINGLE NEGATIVE THING ABOUT HIM. THE MAKEUP THE BOWTIE THE FLUFFIES again sorry for hating on 2019 but he’s doing the tuxedo and top hat correctly. ♾/10 can’t be beat

I’ve got some more but my phone is begging me not to add any more images. I’ll put them in a reblog of this 👍

[pjisskullourful]

𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍

👑Ethan × reader

NSFW🔥 birthday sex, its the best (nastiest, smuttastic, kinky) day of the year girl!

° Ethan Torchio & female reader insert

°  your boyfriend promises that your birthday will be a day of spoiling you rotten. & Ethan always follows through with his promises.

wordcount::: 8,961

° commissioned by my wonderful sister beth (@bethanysnow) 💋 thankyou for your patience, all of the inspirations, letting me share songs with you  [requests are open. but commissions are priority! there is currently 1 commission in cue]

[ITA]: micetta: kitten - amore: love

“Did you buy her anything other than books? Her boyfriend is gonna think she’s a nerd.” Your little sister’s voice came through the speaker of your phone.

Your mother had a quick response to this. “No, her boyfriend thinks she’s a princess. We already talked about the tiara.”

The peridot-encrusted accessory sat atop your head, despite the fact that your hair was still a rumpled mess. You hadn’t yet brushed it since waking up, nor had you changed out of your nightgown. This morning had seen you staying in bed, with all needed things brought to you by your boyfriend because he had promised that your birthday would be a day of spoiling you rotten.

And Ethan always followed through with his promises.

You had woken up to your bedroom filled with balloons and a bouquet box of roses on your bedside table. Unlike past partners where sometimes you received a nice card, but that wasn’t a guarantee - Ethan had spent time preparing for this day. He had made sure his work schedule wouldn’t clash with this day, all so that he could be with you to ensure you felt inescapably special.

You had opened carefully wrapped packages to reveal things that bore designer labels. Then you had received breakfast in bed, waffles made from scratch.

While he was cleaning up from breakfast, you had moved over to the desk with your phone in hand. The small stack of gifts had been sitting on the tabletop for the past few days - delivered by your mum earlier in the week, specifically to be opened during this video call. You wouldn’t be seeing your family in person for this birthday.

“This book looks amazing, thank you Mum.” You said of the Freddie Mercury biography that you currently held. “And I’ve been dating him for a year and a half, Ethan already knows that I’m a nerd.”

“Oh, that’s one of mine.” Marcella said, she had recognised the wrapping paper on the package you had just picked up.

The parcel moved out of your family’s viewing frame when you placed it on the desk in front of you. You ripped the paper away, getting to a piece of cloth. You pulled this out, unfolding it and revealing the design printed on the dish towel.

It was your chocolate brown sausage dog, a fancy banner bore his name, Edward. You recognised the photo of him sitting with his head on a tilt, Marcella had taken it while staying one weekend with you and Ethan. Your sister had added her own drawings to the picture, giving your dachshund a cartoon crown and some love hearts surrounded him.

“My baby.” You said, your excitement bringing a little squeak into your voice. “I’m in love with this, oh my God. How did you do this?”

Your sister shrugged bashfully. “It was just some website I found that lets you put your prints on a bunch of stuff.”

“It’s so perfect, this is the only dish cloth we’re keeping in the kitchen from now on, I swear.” You said, before turning your head in the direction of the open door and you raised your voice. “Hun, come up here, you gotta see this.”

“‘Kay.” Your boyfriend called back from the lower floor of your apartment.

“He’s gonna love it.” You told them with full certainty.

Ethan’s approach was accompanied by the tapping of Edward’s nails on the floorboards, your dog was moving at a quick trot. He arrived into the bedroom, hair pulled back to keep out of his face as he cleaned up for you. He came over to where you continued to hold the small towel up.

“Oh wow. When did Eddie launch his home decor line?” He asked, taking the present from you for a closer look.

“Marcie made it for us.”

“It’s so cool. It’s a kitchen towel, right?” He asked and you nodded. “I love it, I can’t wait to hang it up. But I- it’s kinda too cute to use. I don’t wanna get it all grubby.”

“That very much defeats the purpose of giving you a dish towel.” Your mum pointed out.

“Oh, right.” He said sheepishly, he handed the cloth back to you, bending down to show your family a smile. “Shoot, I didn’t realise the bed was in view, it’s such a mess.”

“I promise we’re not judging you.” Your mum said as he moved into the space behind you, going over to the bed.

“Yeah, it’s not like she has an allowance that Mum is gonna dock ‘cause her bed isn’t made.” Marcella said.

But he had already started on the task. There were a few presents from him still lying on the disorganised sheets (these were to be opened later, he had instructed), he picked them up, along with your iPad, the TV remote and anything else he found that didn’t belong on your bed. He placed all of these on the desk, next to what gifts remained to be unwrapped from your family.

Your small dog had lots of energy to burn, running around Ethan’s feet as he straightened the top sheet out. You hadn’t paused to consider how your messy bed was in frame, you didn’t have the same eye for detail as him. He took pride in staying tidy, viewing it as a sign of respect to present the best version of yourself (and by association, your living space) to someone.

“So where are you going for your brunch?” Your mum asked.

You started to tell them about the café, which was your absolute favourite, after discovering it on your fifth date with Ethan. He had made reservations for the two of you to enjoy an indulgent high tea. Marcella didn’t understand what was involved in a high tea, so, with the consistent scrape and click of Edward’s quick steps in the background, you gave her an overview of what you knew.

Until Edward’s light brown body zipping about in your peripheral vision got to be too distracting. You swivelled the chair around in time to see him launching his little body into the air, his head raised as he aimed for the ties hanging from a cluster of helium balloons.

“Eddie, uh-uh.” You ordered. “That’s not a toy.”

Ethan moved over, scooping the dog up in one hand before this could escalate. “Okay bud, I’m gonna have to ask you to wait outside.” He crossed the floor, going to the open doorway.

“You’ve still got at least one of my gifts to open.” Marcella said.

You reached out in the general direction that you had been pulling from during this video call. Ethan shut the door, with Edward on the other side and you swivelled your chair around, facing the camera again.

“Where’d you get that fancy wrapping paper from?” Your mum asked Marcella as you brought this new gift forward.

Marcella had been looking down, only glancing up once the package was on the desk and out of view. “Huh?”

Behind you, Ethan was organising the pillows at the head of the bed while you pulled the paper back from this square box. You found a plain black cardboard box underneath.

You pulled the lid back, immediately greeted by the sight of something very fuzzy. You couldn’t tell what this round object was at first, but you went with it, this second surprise from Marcella.

You wrapped your hand around the baby pink item, finding that it had a noticeable weight as you pulled it free. This furry ball revealed a metal disc on one side - you assumed this was a stand that would allow you to display it.

But the metal disc came before a small bulb. Your eyes widened and you longed to sink down, disappearing into the floorboards because you recognised the taper of this bulb.

“Oh.” Your cheeks were aflame as you lowered the anal plug, holding it under the desk. You didn’t think they had seen the kinky tail, just as they hadn’t seen any of the other presents until you purposefully held them at camera-level. But you felt flustered all the same.

And you had to act like you weren’t.

“Oh, oh okay. Nope, ahem, that’s not a Marcie gift.” You said, resting the toy in your lap as you subtly reached for its box with one hand. “That’s from Ethan, and um…” He quickly turned around as you were shoving the toy back into its box. “That’s part of a bigger gift, which is, um, an inside joke…” He rushed over, kneeling down beside you and grabbing the box. Without a word, he kept it low to the ground and all that your family saw was you adjusting your glasses. “It’d take a while to explain it.”

He sat up a bit higher, some of his head moving into view for your family. But everything below the jawline was kept hidden, kept secret. “And honestly, it’s not even that funny. Whenever we’ve tried to explain it, we never get a laugh.”

“None whatsoever.” You added to his lie before moving things along by grabbing a new gift. You could tell that it was one from your family, the wrapping paper wasn’t as high-gloss as all of those that had come from Ethan. He grabbed and removed the second stack of items that he had created on the desk, which had included the plug.

You held the parcel up to the camera as you put a smile on your face. “I think this is a Marcie gift.”

“Yep, that’s my wrapping paper.” She said.

As Ethan carefully took himself out of frame, you started unwrapping the present. You found another cardboard box, but this one had a logo printed on it, along with some bullet points about selfie-improving features. You opened it, getting to the plastic donut inside.

“It’s a mini-ring light.” She said as you held it up. “You clip it onto your phone and it has, like, three different settings.”

“That’s cool.” Ethan commented from the ground.

“I figured you guys could get a lot of use out of it when you’re on the tours and stuff, ‘cause you’re always saying how inconsistent the lighting is from one hotel to the next.”

“Thanks heaps, Marcie.” You said. “I don’t mean to cut you guys off, and I know I’ve still got a couple more to open. But I am dying to use the bathroom and then we should start getting ready for brunch. All that makeup takes time.” Your laugh sounded nervous to your ears.

But your family didn’t pick up on anything strange. Instead of asking any questions, they let you say goodbye. He stood back up and waved to them as they wished you a happy birthday.

In the same second that the call ended, you were letting out a loud groan. You didn’t resist the cringe anymore, pushing your glasses aside to bury your face in your hands, fully feeling how hot your cheeks were now.

“I’m so sorry, micetta. I didn’t realise that got put there. I guess I wasn’t paying attention after I put Eddie out.” He said, stroking your back. “But there’s no way that they saw it, not with how you had your phone set up.”

“Thank God for that.” You murmured.

“I’m sure they’ve already totally forgotten about that weird little moment.”

You took a deep breath, fixing the position of your glasses. You somewhat composed yourself as you looked up at him. “You got me a tail?”

He started to smile, his excitement keeping it from looking anything like bashfulness. “Of course I did, my sweet bunny deserves a tail as adorable as her.” Now you were blushing for a very different reason. “Do you wanna see it again?”

You nodded eagerly, quickly leaving any sense of embarrassment behind. You wanted to see and know more about this sex toy at once. You got up, going over to the corner he had shifted everything over to. He grabbed the unwrapped box, placing it in your hands.

You allowed yourself a far more in-depth look, your mind wandering now. The plug was smooth and sturdy, not bigger than anything you had taken before. The tail was made of the softest fur, it glided beneath your fingers as you imagined how this would look poking out of your butt. What would it make your dominant boyfriend want to do to you?

“It’s really cute.” You said and looking up from it, you found that he was very carefully watching how you interacted with it, a pleased smile on his face.

“Yeah, you like it? Is it the right colour and everything?”

You moved in closer to him, placing your hand on his chest before putting your lips to his. He tasted of the sweet syrup that had covered the waffles. He placed his arm around your waist and you kissed a trail across his cheek, moving over to his ear.

“I love it, but I’m gonna love it more when you put it in me, sir.” You whispered, feeling how his arm tightened around you in response.

“But that’s for later.” He said gently. “I really didn’t mean for you to see it now.”

You grinned. “Oh, are you so worried that I won’t be able to concentrate on brunch now?”

“Maybe a bit.” He said. “But I had planned out for you to open that, and the couple of things that kinda go with it…” You looked at the stack of remaining presents, getting a rush to just think of what possibilities were currently hidden from sight. “...later. That’s all part of the later. ‘Cause in my mind, I’ve got this day in two parts, right now is when you get the sparkle- the tiara, the jewellery, the glittery makeup, all that. But then later, the only sparkles you’re gonna have are the stars you’ll be seeing when I fuck you into that headboard.”

You had started to hold your breath a little as you listened to him speak, clear images blooming into your mind. Your heart was beating harder. “That’s not- ahem, why would that distract me?”

He laughed, moving his hands down to grab a handful of ass with both hands. He gave your cheeks a playful squeeze, which made you smile wider. “Come on, you’ve gotta pick the dress you’re gonna wear to our brunch.”

“I’ve already picked.” You said as he let go of you. “I’m gonna wear the pink one.”

He had gifted you three garments, but there was something about the fuchsia dress that made it feel like the perfect thing to wear.

“Oh yeah, I think that’s the right choice.” He told you.

“Wearing a tea length dress to high tea, it just makes sense.” You said of the jacquard dress.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at you now. “Tea length, is that something you just made up?”

“No sweetheart, that’s what it’s called when the hem is a few inches below the knee.” You said.

He nodded, his face relaxing again. “Okay, well I didn’t know that. To me, this one is the right choice because it’s gonna show off all of this sexy area right here.” He applied his fingertips to your exposed shoulders, lightly drawing patterns across your skin.

You smiled, feeling even better about your choice now. You didn’t have many dresses in your closet that were off the shoulder. Certain trends didn’t make it into plus-size garments, creating some internal second-guessing when clothes shopping - should you be ashamed of your shoulders and untoned arms?

But these were some of Ethan’s favourite parts of your body. He loved to leave hickeys on your shoulders, routinely nipping at this area when you were having sex. He initiated hugs by picking your arms up, wrapping them around himself because he loved to be held by you. He disliked it whenever you covered yourself up, strongly opposed to the idea that you had something to hide.

“What should I wear?” He asked. “Do you want me to be matching you? ‘Cause I didn’t have anything specific in mind.”

You smirked. “You know that when you ask me what you should wear, I tell you that you just shouldn’t wear anything.”

He was walking over to your wardrobe. “And how well would I fit in at a high tea like that? Maybe if it were my birthday, I could try to get away with that. I could make a joke of wearing my birthday suit on my birthday. But that’s just not the case, so if you could please help me select some clothes.”

“Okay, I’ve got an idea.” You said, joining him in front of the opened doors. You didn’t have to hesitate, you knew exactly where the shirt you wanted would be hanging, because you had the superior eye for detail when it came to your clothing. You may not have noticed a dusty shelf that needed cleaning, but you always kept track of clothes.

You grabbed the navy blue button-up from amongst his other hanging items. “How about that? We don’t have to be matching to have the same vibe. So you can be there in your royal blue and my dress- well, royal pink isn’t actually a shade. But if it was, it would be that dress.” You held the shirt out to him. “Or is it too much royal stuff? Royal blue, royal-ish pink and my tiara. Unless you wanted me to leave that at home…”

He pecked you on the cheek as he took the shirt from you. “Absolutely not, I wouldn’t dream of telling you to take that off. I bought it for you ‘cause that’s the uniform of a princess, which is what you are to me. So you get to wear that whenever and wherever you like ‘cause you make the rules, especially today.”

There was a warm feeling swelling in your chest, totally undeterred by any dread, or other dark restrictions. Because as more time passed, it got clearer to you that this was the best birthday you had ever had. It was all making you feel very lucky and a little giddy.

Last year, Ethan had been away on tour. The birthdays before that had a moment or two worth remembering, but were ultimately disappointing memories to reflect back on. Your friends didn’t take on the responsibility of planning anything for you, sometimes forgetting the day altogether. You could remember getting only one thing from your childhood wishlists and if you did get a party (it was not a guarantee from one year to the next) it was never as big as what the kids at school hosted, due to the restrictions your single mum’s income placed on your whole life.

But today felt distinctively different. It was like you were finally getting a birthday right, after those missteps.

It was only mid-morning, but already you were certain this entire birthday would be worth remembering.

… … …

You waited for the waitress to finish clearing the empty plates from your table before you spoke - no one else could be in earshot for this. As she walked away, you looked across the table to Ethan, he was lifting his cup of tea to his lips.

“I can’t believe how close we got to my mum seeing my buttplug.”

You couldn’t keep it to yourself any longer. The two of you hadn’t properly spoken about that moment yet, going straight from the video call to getting ready for your date. Once you had arrived at the café all of the fresh pastries and gourmet sandwiches had distracted you further. You had been talking about other things. You had gotten preoccupied with an impromptu photo session, taking pictures of one another in your fancy outfits amongst the ornate, high-class décor - getting a handful of photos together thanks to a friendly patron.

But you found your mind drifting back to that fluffy pink ball of trouble once the sandwiches and scones were gone, filling your tummy nicely. He had remarked that while you waited for your pieces of cake was the perfect time for you to open more of your gifts. Instantly, you were thinking of the presents that he had left at home, they weren’t to be shown in public.

He froze with the cup suspended, held in the air below his chin. “You can’t believe it? From the shock and the stress of that, I think I can literally feel my first grey hairs coming in.”

You shook your head a little. “I’m sure that we’re years away from that yet. But I think that when those greys start to come in, they’re really gonna suit you.”

He decided against having a sip of his rooibos tea, setting the cup back onto its saucer. He was smiling as he folded his arms on the tabletop and leaned forward a bit. “Do you wanna know what I think is really gonna suit you, princess?” You nodded, licking your lips. “Your new tail.

“And what’s in here…” He had brought four parcels to the café, the presents resting on an empty chair, until he picked up one and put it in front of you.

You grinned, grabbing it up immediately. He was smiling as he watched you tearing at the paper.

You got to a box that bore the Dior logo and you drew in an excited gasp as you started to open it. Wrapped in decorated tissue paper was a small, clutch-style bag, complete with the ‘CD’ in gold on the side. You pulled the black bag out, already thinking of all the outfits it would improve.

“Do you like it?” He asked.

“Are you kidding?” You responded half-laughing. “It’s a classic. It’s…” You trailed off after opening the bag and finding there were already items inside. “Oh my God.”

“What? Is there something in there?” He asked, his tone immediately cheeky, he wasn’t expecting to be believed.

One-by-one, you pulled out the four tubes of lipstick, which were similarly branded Dior. You had never owned any designer brand makeup. It was something that you would often test when visiting Sephora, but you never seriously considered owning it, because you couldn’t justify the price point.

Now these were yours to play with. You looked them over, checking out the rich colours. You swatched them, creating a line of each colour on the back of your hand.

“I was kinda tempted to give that to you first, so that you could wear one for this.” He said. “But what you’re wearing is really pretty.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty. But it’s not designer fuh-... thank you so much.” You quickly switched your tone of voice, swallowing the rest of the swear, when the waitress returned. You smiled as she set down a generous slice of red velvet cake for each of you.

“Did you wanna open more gifts now?” He asked, but you already had the provided fork in hand. “Or is it cake time?”

“It’s time for me to try to recover from designer lipstick.” You said, before gesturing to the dessert. “Also, cake time.”

You weren’t used to the feeling that you were worthy of the finer things. It was something you had always craved, but it had never seemed like an inevitability for you.

You were the girl that made the best of what you had - keeping your fantasies in a box neatly separated from reality.

But Ethan treated you as if you were the prize, to be decorated and celebrated in extravagant ways. He viewed you in high regard and let you enjoy things that you had thought were beyond your grasp, because in his eyes you deserved it all. He saw you differently to how anyone had and you were getting better at leaving behind that habit of saying ‘you shouldn’t have’ in response to the wonderful things he lavished upon you.

The Dior bag and makeup weren’t the last of your designer gifts. Once the cake was gone, you had three more items to unwrap - Gucci perfume in a vintage-style green bottle, a silk Yves Saint Laurent scarf and a large pair of Prada sunglasses.

“These are amazing.” You said of the cat-eyed shaped sunglasses.

“Do you like them, like really?” He asked with a seemingly increased amount of interest. “‘Cause I won’t be offended if they aren’t actually to your tastes.”

“No, I genuinely love them.” You said, giving him a confused look.

“Okay good, ‘cause I already had your prescription put in them. That’d make them a bit different to exchange, or re-gift.” He said.

You were thrilled, his thoughtfulness allowing you to enjoy your new accessory straight away. You swiftly removed your glasses, replacing them with the shades. You didn’t have to try to squint your way to clarity, everything remained in focus - including the pleased smile growing on his face.

“Gorgeous.” He said.

“Yeah, I know you are.” You quickly responded.

“Is it time for more gifts, amore?” He asked.

You cocked your head to the side. “More, didn’t you just bring these four with us?”

“Yep.” He said and you started to grin, your thoughts guided back to the buttplug.

You seemed to be shifting to the part of the day that he had only referred to as later. There were only a few presents left to open and you were keen to find out what he thought needed to accompany the new toy.

You started to gather your things together, on your feet and ready to leave the café within the next ten minutes.

… … …

There were three presents from your boyfriend to be opened, with Ethan organising them into a specific order, which was currently a mystery to you.

You opened the package he had placed closest to you - a tube of lubricant, something that required absolutely no explanation. You started to laugh when you noticed the flavour of this lube - birthday cake.

He showed you a bemused smile. “What? Have you had too much cake already today?”

“No, it’s never a case of too much cake.” You said, unscrewing the plastic cap so you could sample the scent. “Whoa, this literally does smell like a piece of cake. Like a fun-fetti cake or something.”

He leaned in closer. “Wow, it really does.” He was still smiling as you screwed the lid back into place. “Oh boy, I sure hope that doesn’t get me feeling hungry.”

You were sitting opposite to him on your bed, legs crossed in an unladylike fashion that didn’t match with your new dress. But he wasn’t casting any judgements, just enjoying watching you get to the end of this spaced-out style of gift giving.

The next parcel was a thin box, opened to reveal a headband decorated with a pair of fuzzy rabbit ears. They were decorated with fur the exact same shade as your new tail. Picking them up, you discovered they were just as soft.

This time, just smiling at you wasn’t good enough for him - so he moved in, kissing you on the lips as soon as you looked up. “Happy birthday, sexy bunny.”

You initiated another kiss as you felt your heart beginning to flutter a little. It didn’t matter how many times he called you by this pet name, you never tired of hearing it. You never tired of being compared to something as adorable and small as a bunny rabbit.

But you didn’t rush to replace your tiara with the ears just yet. Instead you placed the headband aside and picked up your final gift. Tearing back the paper, you first saw a string of pearls, then you saw red lace.

You got the delicate items free, seeing that you had three pieces of a complete set. There was a bra, which definitely wouldn’t have offered any support for a person with a chest bigger than yours - there weren’t any cups to be seen, instead just a curved strip of red fabric to sit at the underbust. The floral lace design would cover your nipples and not much else. The flowers matched to what decorated either side of the g-string’s waistband. There was a string of pearls, which was designed to hang vertically down the front of your body, it was attached to a thin choker and a large elastic strap that would be wrapped around your middle.

“Oh, wow.” You breathed as you admired the lingerie.

He had moved in closer again, kissing you on the cheek as his hand travelled down your back. “Do you like it? ‘Cause I saw it and, straight away, I just couldn’t get out of my mind how gorgeous you would look in it, princess.”

“I love it.” You said, looking up and seeing a sparkle in his eyes. “It’s the sexiest underwear I’ve ever owned.”

“My original plan was for you to unwrap the tail last. ‘Cause then it’s a clear escalation, right? It was meant to be the big finish.” He said.

You ran your fingertips along his jaw. “What if the big finish is me putting all of this stuff on right now?”

He reached up, pulling the tiara off of the top of your head and picking up the fuzzy headband. “If you’re ready for that, if you’re ready to be my personal Playboy bunny.”

You smiled and put your new ears into place. “Yep, I am ready.” But you hesitated from kissing him. “Actually, could you kick Eddie out and make sure his bowl still has water in it?”

“But I- you’re about to get naked.”

You laughed, giving his shoulder a little shove. “I’m changing my underwear, and we both know that you being in here is gonna make it very difficult for me to put the new underwear on my body.”

He relented, getting to his feet with a sigh. He called to Edward, getting the dachshund to wake up, immediately moving out of his bed in the corner of your bedroom. “C’mon buddy, the lady needs her privacy.” He followed Ethan out of the room, tail wagging.

Ethan shut the door, leaving you alone as he went downstairs with your dog. You unzipped and removed your dress, smiling a little at the sight of it as you returned it to its clothing hanger. It was a beautiful garment, one that you thought could easily top the list as your absolute favourite. And it filled you with warmth to know that this dress had gotten a date as memorable, elegant and pretty as it was.

You took your underwear off, pulling on the new pair of panties first. There wasn’t anything covering your buttcheeks, but there was enough of the thin fabric to cover your vagina and the distinct curve that sat above your pubic bone.

There wasn’t any practicality in the bra, it was all purely for decoration because your boyfriend wanted to highlight parts of your body, parts that he wanted an excuse to stare at. You secured the clasp for the pearl attachment, completing this ensemble that you would never have the courage to buy for yourself. This set wasn’t anything you would have felt comfortable wearing before becoming Ethan’s girlfriend, but you happily pushed your bunny ears into place. You knew that he would make it worth your while to step out of your comfort zone - he always did.

You had just sprayed on some of your new perfume when the bedroom door opened and he stepped back in. He shut the door behind himself, eliminating any distractions from this grand finale of your day.

“Fuck…” He breathed and the way that he was looking at you made your heart race. “Bunny, you look absolutely incredible.”

You grinned, standing up straighter, letting your arms fall to your sides, no longer trying to conceal your stomach. “Is this what you were imagining when you bought this for me?”

“No, it’s even better.” He said as he walked over to you.

You held onto his biceps as he kissed you. “The contradiction right now between what each of us is wearing- it’s a whole lot of Sir-energy coming from you.”

His open palm struck your exposed ass. “And it’s a whole lot of dumb bunny-energy coming from you.” He put his hands on your hips, guiding you in the direction of your bed. He placed you on the mattress and moved his hands to the buckle of his belt. It was tempting to help with this task that was happening directly in front of your eyes. But you had been trained in this dynamic to wait for his instructions to follow.

“And once you’re naked, we can get to doing it like bunnies.” You said.

A thoughtful expression had come onto his face as he finally took off his dress slacks. “Actually, that’s kinda a myth about rabbits. It isn’t that they’re these super virile little animals, it’s just that their gestation period is short, literally one month.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that…” You said, watching as one at a time he removed the cufflinks that were decorated with pink stones, chosen to match your dress.

“Yeah and they can have more than ten babies per litter, so it’s a lot, but not because they’re supernatural breeding machines. The whole turn of phrase ‘fucking like rabbits’ didn’t come about until the 20th century, once Playboy and their bunnies become a pop culture staple. They came first.” He said.

“I thought it was the other way around.” You said. “Thank God I’ve got you to set me straight.”

He had undressed down to his hot pink briefs, his hands now free to be placed onto your face, cradling your round cheeks. His thumbs stroked across your skin as he leaned in closer. “What would my dumb bunny be without me?”

You had been anticipating kisses from him, licking your lips and wondering how he would taste. Instead you were repositioned, moved away slightly, his hands controlling you until you were laid down on the bed, your head resting upon the pillow.

He didn’t lie down with you, sitting next to your body as his eyes continued to eagerly take in the sight of you in your new lingerie. Your breathing was coming in shallower as his hands started to glide across your body, touching what was holding his focus.

“Being treated like a spoiled princess all day long really suits you.” He said, one hand moving across the curve of your belly, while the other laid on top of your breast.

You smiled as a few cheeky things to say came into your mind. But you kept them to yourself, content to just watch as he moved down lower. His fingers trailed along the stretch marks on the side of your belly.

“How are you feeling, nice and comfortable?” He asked and you nodded your head. “That’s good, ‘cause this pretty new lingerie isn’t coming off anytime soon. You see, with it looking even better than I imagined, I wanna enjoy it properly.

“I’ve gotta get my fill of how incredible you look.” He said as his fingers moved down, to the crease where your thighs met. “I’m just gonna push these sexy panties to the side…”

He picked up the fabric and pushed it to one side of your crotch, uncovering your cunt. Your smile widened and you let your knees fall apart.

He moved into this available space, sitting between your parted legs and beginning to lean down. His eyes left your face, now going to your exposed cunt. You reached your hands out, caressing the sides of his face as the anticipation built up inside of you, almost like a physical presence hanging in the air.

You saw him licking his lips, until he moved down so low that the curve of your belly covered most of his face. You could have repositioned if you wanted to watch him, sitting up would have allowed you an unobstructed view.

But there was no chance of you moving your body once he started to lick, immediately making you feel weak. It was a slow lick, beginning by your entrance before gliding up and coating that space between your labia majora with his saliva. Your hands slid up, into his hair, which was still secured into his pristine-looking bun. More long licks were lavished upon your cunt as you laid back, your legs spreading further.

He placed his fingers to your labia, gently parting them to provide greater access to your clit. He started to move his tongue a little faster, your heart racing as each lick left you feeling more sensitive. He avoided penetration, the tip of his tongue briefly close to your entrance before being swept up, gliding up to your clit. He finished each of these strokes with a flourish, wiggling his tongue against the hood of your clit.

You were out of breath when he eased back from this tight bundle of nerves, moving to place lingering kisses on your folds. You ran your hands over his smooth hair as his lips caressed your pussy with slow and sweet kisses. He switched from one side to the other, working to his own rhythm, which had lovely tingles steadily rising up inside of you.

The intensity suddenly increased, leaving you weaker than before as he pointed his tongue to apply to your clitoris. He moved quicker, dating his tongue in a consistent up-down motion, which reduced you to a whimpering mess. You tilted your pelvis as the scorching heat of your arousal rose from your gut, so powerful. Your body shuddered and you were certain that this pacing could ruin you.

He got quicker when he started to move his tongue in circles. Your excitement made it so that you could no longer hold your hips still, beginning to jolt, giving yourself more delicious pressure. Your fingers clenched, wrapping around some of the strands of his hair, beginning to pull them loose.

You were so lost in ecstasy, mouth hanging slack, that you didn’t notice what he was doing with his hands. You didn’t realise that he was picking up the tube of lube, you had forgotten about the present until you were smelling its sweet scent.

He lifted his mouth from your clit and, in the same second, he took one slicked finger, filling your pussy with it. You gave a little cry as he pushed his finger in deeper. He rested his head down, his nose pressing into the squishy area above your pussy, unbothered by the short hairs that brushed against his face. He nuzzled against your skin, as that finger started to curl inside of you.

“Is that good for my dumb bunny?” He asked.

“Uh-huh, so fucking good.” You strained to say, your body writhing.

With absolutely no warning, his finger was pulled out of you so that he could use both hands to flip your body, your chest now pressed to the mattress.

“Ass up.” He said, slapping his hands against your rear. “This ass needs to be up.”

Your glasses had slid down the bridge of your nose, but you didn’t waste your time fixing this as you repositioned yourself. You planted your knees, keeping them apart, onto the mattress and lifted your ass into the air. You arched your back, hoping to achieve the posture he desired.

As you were trying to find the most comfortable way to hold your arms, you heard some slurping sounds from behind you, with him cleaning his finger.

“That lube tastes just like a cake too.” He said. “I wonder how great it will taste when I eat it right out of your pussy.”

You could feel how extra slippery his fingers were when he returned them to your cunt. You felt the smooth lubricant being applied all over, the thick liquid coating your clitoral hood before he pushed his finger inside of you with a squelch that made you feel a little bashful. More wet sounds accompanied his finger pulling free.

Then his tongue glided in, making you cry out as he pushed it in so deep. You were soon hearing his happy moans as he started to move his tongue around, exploring the textured skin of your inner-walls. It seemed that he wanted to leave no part of your pussy untasted, his tongue working over every inch until you were sweating.

He pulled back. “God, that tastes amazing.”

“Is that good cake for you, sir?” You asked with a little waver in your voice.

He laid some kisses upon your clitoral hood. “Mn, fuck.” You were left shaking as he kissed all over your pussy. “So delicious, it tastes better than the cake we had at the café today. It’s so fucking sweet, it’s better than any cake I’ve ever eaten in my whole life.” You smiled as the needy throb in your cunt only grew more noticeable with each kiss he placed on your skin.

“I’m not done enjoying my second dessert of the day.” He said. “I’m gonna need so much more lube…”

He grabbed the thin strap of material that had been resting between your buttcheeks and moved it aside. He pulled it over to the side that the underwear was bunched at.

This time the lube hit your skin directly from the applicator, the thick dollop sliding down the crack of your butt. Your breathing fluttered as he returned his mouth to your cunt, licking in the opposite direction to his earlier movements, beginning at your clit, then dragging along, finishing at your asshole. Then he lifted his tongue to return to the sensitive starting point.

He repeated this motion a few times, with his fingers beginning to follow this path. The digit was just as wet as his tongue, rubbing you into a higher state of passion wherein your muscles were tensing, wanting to get to that release.

“Look at that adorable butthole glisten.” He said, running two of his fingertips along the crack of your butt, spreading the lube further.

“Fuck, oh…” You breathed when you felt the tip of his finger gradually sinking inside of your butt.

Your jaw fell slack as he started to lick at your entrance. His tongue worked in quick flits around this wet area, leaving you to curl your hands into fists around your pillow.

“My perfect bunny girl needs her perfect tail, doesn’t she?” He asked and you could only moan wordlessly in response. “I’m gonna get it nice and lubed up for you, okay? But I think that before I do that, I’m gonna need you to get your face right into that pillow. Put your whole head down…” He put his hand to the back of your head, pushing it down and shifting your body weight forward.

Your face was forced against the pillowcase, with you anticipating that marks from your makeup would be left behind. While he silently prepared the plug, you removed your glasses and placed them on the safety of the bedside table. You laid your cheek on the pillow, waiting.

“Get that ass up higher.” He ordered. “And I don’t wanna see these legs moving at all. In fact…” He reached an arm across the backs of your calves, pressing to keep your legs in this bent position. “That’s good. Now I’m gonna need you to spread that ass for me…”

You reached up, placing a hand on each cheek to separate them for him. He applied another pump of lubricant directly onto your skin, allowing it to slide along this crease.

His voice was more gentle when he spoke next. “I’m gonna go really, really slow. And if it starts to hurt, or you just don’t like how it feels, you say the safe word and we stop straight away, okay?”

You nodded your head. “Yes, honey.”

Using the tapered end of the plug, he started to work your hole open. You could feel the tension building up inside of you as you kept your hands on your ass. Gradually more of the slippery metal was sunk inside of you, prompting moans from you as you felt fuller-and-fuller. A sweat broke out on your forehead as you wondered if you were approaching the threshold of just how much you could take.

“Almost there, almost there.” He encouraged. “Yeah, this spoiled princess wants all of her presents, hm?”

“Mm-hmm.” You whimpered.

“Okay, there we go, there we go.” He said and you felt the pressure in your ass shift when he took his hand off of your temporary tail. “You did it.” You grinned, a triumphant feeling blooming in your chest, chasing away any of the earlier straining in your body. “You got it all in. And wow, it looks insanely sexy.” You giggled, wiggling your ass a little as you began to adjust to the plug. “So fucking sexy.”

You were giddy from all of the lust coursing through your veins. “Does it make you feel like you wanna breed me?” You took your hands off of your butt, prepared to use them to help brace yourself.

“Yeah, I could consider that.” He said and, despite your mostly blurry vision, you could distinguish the familiar motion of him removing his pink briefs. “But first, I would need for you to ask me properly. Or has my dumb bunny forgotten her manners?”

You put on the sweetest voice that you could manage. “Please breed me, please. I need it.” You felt the mattress shifting with his weight as he moved around behind you. “Please, don’t you want to?” You felt him gently lay his hands onto your hips. “Please, breed me. Oh please, please, please, please.”

He started to line his tip up with your cunt and you could feel so much heat spreading under your skin, beyond where your bodies made contact. Your patience was dwindling and you were willing to do far more begging.

But that wasn’t necessary. Instead, the next noise that you were making was a whimper as he buried his cock into your pussy.

“You better be comfortable like this, because I’m keeping you in this position. Because I’ve gotta be looking at my dumb bunny’s tail as I pound her.” He said.

Once he had sunk his entire length into you, he put his hands onto your hips, holding them with a secure grip. Then he rocked his body weight into you, allowing his tip to drive deeper between your clenching walls.

He wasn’t dedicating any of his time to warming you up - maybe he was feeling just as needy as you. He started to snap his hips into your butt, experimenting with his range of movements. It all felt so good, your sensitive body reacting in so many ways to how he was working you over.

“God, having that plug in your ass has made you…” He started to time his movements to his words. “...so goddamn…” Your laboured breaths filled the gaps between his words. “...tight…” You had to bite your lip, not wanting your louder noises to interrupt him. “...I can hardly…” He worked his hips into you, beginning to find a promising momentum. “...move…” Working your thigh muscles, you could keep up with him, building the friction together. “But I’m gonna…” Your ass slapped into his thighs again-and-again. “Not gonna stop…” His trimmed nails were starting to dig into your skin. “...’til you’re fuh-...” He groaned. “...fucking full.”

“Yes, fill me sir, please fill me.” You sobbed into the pillow as you matched his rhythm.

The only sound in your bedroom became the collision of skin slapping on skin at the end of every thrust. These were coming in faster, bringing bigger reactions from you. From the spasming of your inner-walls, to the sweat beading on your face - it was all beyond your control. Your body was possessed by pleasure, no longer your own as you were rocked by powerful stimulations coming at you from seemingly every angle.

You could only whimper when he started to pump faster. He took up an unrelenting speed, which left you daunted, feeling as if your nervous system was changed with electricity. His tip repeatedly rubbed against the roof of your vagina, massaging you into a state of ecstasy.

You drove yourself back into him, along his slicked shaft and you arched your back, crying out when you found that perfect angle. You had him at your g-spot, your hands curled into fists as you slipped deeper into that pleasure. He grabbed a handful of your loose hair, tugging on these strands.

“Yes.” You were breathless, your mind going blissfully blank as he continued to fuck into your g-spot. “Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Dad-dee.”

The bunny ears were dislodged from the top of your head as you were bounced forward by his frantic pacing. So much of your body had tensed: your throat, your hole around the plug, the muscles in your hands, your pussy, your chest. All of you was waiting to be set free, throbbing with need.

But then that throbbing became an explosion as the head of his cock hit into your g-spot and you started to disappear into your release. Your cunt excitedly spasmed around him as the rest of your body weakened.

Your sensitivities continued to radiate throughout your system as he persisted with his hungry pacing. You grinded back into him, moaning as his hot cum started to shoot between your tender walls.

“Take it, dumb bunny.” He grunted, his voice was low and strained as he got up to his own edge. “Oh bunny, bunny…” He convulsed forward, sinking deeper into you as he laid his chest down on your back. You felt his teeth bite into your skin as his cum began to flood into your already dripping cunt. “Fuck.” He gasped in a large breath. “Oh, fuck.”

Then there was silence and he remained on top of you, arms wrapping around you. He rested his cheek against your shoulder, both of you trying to catch your breath. You smiled, you didn’t have any words to share with him right now, just enjoying the gradual process of coming back from that dazzling height.

Even as he pulled out, it felt like your body was still aglow. He murmured praises to you as he removed the tail. He collapsed onto the bed alongside you, so much of his hair had come loose from the elastic, with a lot of it stuck to the sweat on his face. You gazed at him without a single care in the world, just taking in all of the details that you had the luxury of enjoying, for as long as you liked.

“Your ears fell off.” He pointed out.

You reached around your immediate surroundings, able to find the headband still on the bed. “‘Course they did, you weren’t exactly gentle.”

He smiled, on the verge of looking smug because he was clearly very satisfied with how everything had just unfolded. “Well you’re my bunny, sometimes you’re my baby bunny. But then there’s other times when you’re my Playboy bunny and I need to make sure you feel that and you know that, down to the core of your being.”

You pushed the headband back into place, then propped yourself up, leaning in closer to him. “I do know it.” You kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said. “I need to clean this plug. And I should get you some juice. Did you want anything else from the kitchen?”

“Did we have any of those bagels left?” You asked, sitting up. “I’ll check, you can just concentrate on doing the clean-”

He was up and out of the bed in an instant. “You will do no such thing. I’m taking care of it all, that’s my job. And your job as birthday princess is to stay exactly where you are. I mean, obviously you’re allowed to use the bathroom and get changed, if you wanna. But I’m not done pampering you yet. I was thinking that we could cuddle and check if there’s new episodes of our podcast to listen to together.”

“Okay sweetheart, I’ll look into that.” You said.

He opened the door and Edward was bounding back into the room within seconds. You put your glasses back on before getting to your feet.

While Ethan was in the main bathroom, washing the buttplug, you used the ensuite. Your makeup had become smudged and smeared, giving you the appearance of someone who had experienced a long night out. As you washed your face, he progressed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

By the time he returned to the bedroom, you were relaxing on the bed, your sexy lingerie replaced with a set of soft pyjamas. Edward had settled down next to you, happy to lay with you as you looked through apps on your phone.

“How are you feeling?” Ethan asked, offering you a glass of juice and a heated bagel.

“I’m good, no pain.” You said, aware of the things he was purposefully not saying. “And there’s lots of episodes of Off Menu for us to catch up on. They’ve got one where Richard Ayoade is the guest.”

His interest in the British podcast was secured. “Oh, the guy with the glasses from The IT Crowd? I love that show.”

“Yeah, it should be a good one. Are you ready for me to start it?”

“Mm-hmm.” He said, joining you on the bed. As the opening tune played, he removed the bunny ears from your head. Before you could comment about this, he was settling the sparkling tiara upon your head, wearing a smile as he did so. “Happy birthday, micetta.”

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Polyamorous: Tears of Joy

Pairing Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes, Stucky x reader

Warning: Pure fluff

The First kiss |  The first touch | Moving In | The day they left for war | Found you | The day Stark found out | Big Change | The Train | The Plane | Alone | Unfortunate sequences of events | I know her | The Resturant part 1 | The Resturant part 2 | It’s me | You can keep her | He’s okay with that | Mama loves me | Kissing Captain | Kissing Winter | Healing | Hurt | We’ll Wait | Memories | Prude | Whore | Put in her place | The day Stark Jr. Found out | Now you know |  Nursing | Like a Virgin | Morning After | The Catacombs | Off with her head | Grieving the Insane | Let me make it up to you | Punishment | Spiderling pt1 | Spiderling pt2 | Twentieth-century love | The new we can imagine | Connection | Please, marry me | Walk me | Stand with me | Final touches | I Do | Honeymoon | A moment of Paradise | Pictures from Paradise | The Fever | The bad days | Let’s talk about it | Practice makes perfect pt1 | Practice makes perfect pt2 | Seed | Unknown Stolen | unfulfilled Duties | Talking Emotion | Next Step | Holy Shit!! | First steps to hope | She’s Awake | Nicknames | The Mother and The father | The Boy | The Name Game |Talking | Not Ready | No Boy | Returning lust | Seven Days (pt1) | Seven Days (pt2) | Seven Days (pt3) | Seven Days (Final Part) | Tears of Joy 

A few weeks had passed since their little vacation and the throuple had begun to build their home. And it was just about done, thank you Tony Stark, just the wiring and the extra accessories left to work on. (Y/n) was excited to see the final results she and Ash were already buying furniture. 

The team had also resumed moving into the compound. So, a good majority of the labs and training halls were packed away which meant (y/n) had less work to do and more time to shop. And today she was Dragging Bruce along with her. They were finishing up the kitchen. The throuple agreed to light grey countertop and dark grey cabinets with silver handles, the idea of white anything just unsettled the family as a whole. They all agree on the walls, beyond their personal space, being off white and grey. 

“Oh this is cute” (Y/n) said showing a Kawaii, yes Kawaii not cute, kitten designed kitchen utensils. 

“You already have spatulas and those don’t even match the aesthic. “Bruce said as he took it from her hand and put it back.” We are here for the bathrooms.”

“Ash can decorate her own bathroom. And Steve and Bucky can careless as long as the towels are soft enough and there are shelves for their products. They are being simple”

“most men are”

“They aren’t simply. They are BEING simple big difference.”

“How?” Bruce asked as he manuvered (Y/n) way from the kitchen section and into the bathroom section. 

“Steve wants an art room. And he wants the whole nine yards with it. A thousand shelves and drawers, a million canvas, and sketch books. And a big window so he can gaze at nature for inspiration.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

And he shouldn’t. Steve truly just wanted a little nook/ window seel where he could draw in peace and a desk or closet to put his art supplies away. It was (y/n) and Bucky who wanted him to have more, his own personal space to explore. Steve could do with small and simple but they always wanted to give him more. 

They were all like that with each other. 

Bruce watched as (Y/n) slows down as she looked at the bathroom decor specifically his & her decor. She picked up two matching soap dispensers. Leaning on the cart Bruce bumps her hip slightly releasing her from her deep thoughts. 

“I never thought I’d have this.” He looked at her confused “Honestly, the time I came from what i currently have wasn’t even a possibility. But even if we did manage somehow, it still wouldn’t have been because we were so poor at the time. And now... I’m not even looking at price tags. 

I’m building a house-not buying building. A high-tech one as well. And I have a daughter. I have an awesome job taking care of people... This wasn’t even a dream.... Bruce?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m going to cry.”

“I think we’ve done enough shopping today. Let’s go cry in the car.”

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“Welcome home” Bucky called out as he heard the Elevator door close. Steve greeted him as he rounded the corner. “I’m making dinner. We’re having salmon.” 

“Where are the girl?” Steve asked as he approached him hugging him from behind and asking his neck. 

“They are in the living room watching tv.” Bucky said as he leaned back to get a proper kiss from him. “Go tell them to wash up for dinner. I’m almost done.” 

“Hey, hey” (Y/n) said Steve approached them from behind. Leaning over the back of the couch he kissed Ash’s forehead before giving (Y/n) a proper kiss. 

“What are you guys watching?” 

“Nothing really. We are actually looking up furniture for Ash’s room.” (Y/n) explained as she handed him the tablet showing what they had. 

“This looks really good. Can’t wait to see it all together. By the way Time for dinner. We’re eating salmon.” 

“Oh, I love salmon” 

“Honestly you love just love food.”

“Correction, I love good food” (y/n) said they all went to wash up. 

“Did you decide on anything?” Bucky asked as he set their plates. 

“Thank you, honey. And yes, she found a few thinks she liked.” 

Taking out the tablet again Ash handed over to Bucky and they began to talk about her choses. (Y/n) watched as Ash and Bucky went over her room and what more she could put in it and decorate it. They were both smiling as the spoke. You could see the resemblance in their smiles and the way they laughed. Both so beautiful. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve asked as he reached across the table taking her hand.  (Y/n) hadn’t realized she had started crying she laughed and started wiping her tears away. 

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

Everything stopped.

“what-what did you say?” (Y/n) whispered as more tears spilled. 

“I...mom?” 

(Y/n) started laughing as she pulled Ash into her chest hugging her. In all the time Ash had been with them she had never addressed them as anything but their names this was the first time she’d ever...

“You called me mom. I’m mom” 

“Why are you crying?” Ash asked as she hugged her Mother. 

“Because I’m happy. I’m so happy I’m crying. You’re making me happy.” The whole family sigh in relief as (Y/n) continued to cry and hug her daughter.  “I just never thought... oh I love you all, I love you all so much.” 

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Switch Amusement Park Headcanons!

Natsume x reader | Tsumugi x reader | Sora x reader

Gender-neutral reader 𓆩♡𓆪

Fluff + amusement park dates + gifts

Requested? no 𓆩♡𓆪

Words: 1148

Warnings? : None !

Yo yo yo! Koi here. I apologize for making you all wait so long, our exams just finished 4 days ago and I took a break after that. A sudden inspiration took over me when I was at the amusement park. Instead of enjoying myself, I found myself writing this, so I hope you all enjoy this. ♡

Natsume Sakasaki

He was the one who invited you to go to an amusement park.

Natsume is the type to put an arm around your shoulder or the type to hold your hand while walking around.

He isn't the type to take pictures every second unlike some people, however Natsume will slowly agree if you gave him a good reason. But in his mind he just wants to see your cute pouty expression.

Natsume will tease how cute you look when you begged for him to take a picture.

Natsume will maintain eye contact with you as a small smirk creep on his lips.

As the magician he is, he can win every single game inside the carnival like magic.

Shooting a ball in just 3 attempts? Natsume will shoot them all perfectly.

Popping balloons with darts? He will shoot every single one of the balloons.

Every prize he won, he will give it to you. Even a bigass teady bear that is bigger than the size of your body? he will gift it to you.

Of course he will help you carry the prizes as the kind and loving boyfriend he is.

In rides, Natsume is the type to invite you to take the craziest rides for fun. If you don't like those rides then he will settle down for a ride on the ferris wheel.

When you two are at the top of the Ferris wheel, he will kiss you on the cheek or on the lips as a surprise and will tease you when you blush.

"oH? Is my loveLY kitTEN flusTERED? how cuTE~" (Natsume will move closer to you after saying that-)

He is the romantic type of boyfriend so he will do anything just to make you feel butterflies on your stomach and making you blush.

Once you two are finished at the amusement park, he will take you to a dinner date on your favorite restaurant.

Natsume loves to spoil his s/o, he believes that it's fate that brought you two together, he also believes that you deserve the world because you're such a sweetheart for him.

(I love Natsume sm im sobbing)

Tsumugi Aoba

Knowing that Tsumugi is an over worker himself, you did all of his remaining tasks and invited him to go to an amusement park.

At first he was surprised that he doesn't have any remaining tasks, but when you told him that you did his remaining tasks you swore that you can see him in the verge of tears.

He then thanked you later on and accepted your invitation.

Once you and him arrived inside the carnival you can see Tsumugi's eyes sparkle.

Tsumugi is someone who rarely goes to fun places due to his busy schedule.

Tsumugi is the type to hold your hand while he's looking around the amusement park with a smile on his face.

He would ask you how was your day while you two are walking around the amusement park, he cares about you deeply.

I can imagine Tsumugi losing when playing a game inside the amusement park however, he can win a few games if good luck is on his side.

If he did lose, he promised that he will buy you something and will treat you in the cafeteria tomorrow.

If you managed to win a game and give it to Tsumugi as a gift, he will treasure it like his child. It's a gift from his s/o afterall.

If it's a plushie, he will put it beside his bed and he will hug it close to his chest while sleeping thinking that it's you.

I can imagine some people staring at how cute and sweet you and Tsumugi are.

He will buy you (drink of your choice) as a "thank you for inviting me here"

Tsumugi prefers calm rides like the spinning tea cup, the ferris wheel, the Carousel and etc..

He might find it childish when you invited him on riding the Carousel but after riding it, he felt more relaxed and he seemed to enjoy it.

Most amusement parks has fireworks when it's night time so imagine you and Tsumugi watching the fireworks.

He will let out a quiet "wow.." while watching the fireworks.

Tsumugi is the type to lay his head on your shoulder but he's also the type to ask permission before doing it.

As you and Tsumugi are watching the firework show, he will whisper "I love you so much.." in the most quiet tone he can so you won't hear it.

Sora Harukawa

Sora was the one who invited you to go to an amusement however, I can imagine you and Sora inviting each other at the same time.

He already planned what rides you two are going to take, you can obviously tell that he's really excited about this.

Once you two are inside the amusement park, Sora will pull your arm and will run towards a ride that caught his attention.

Sora is the type to run off somewhere when he founds something interesting so please keep an eye on him and hold his hand so he won't run off.

If he did run of somewhere and you're finding him, he will surprise you by hugging you behind.

He absolutely loves the surprised expression on your face right now.

Sora likes to cling on your arm while walking around the amusement park.

While you two are walking, Sora will hop every second because of how excited he is.

When he tries out the games, he will win many of them. He is a pro gamer afterall.

When he founds a plushie that looks like you, he will do his best to get it and gift it you.

Sora loves how your color gives off such a positive and sweet vibe when he gave you the plushie.

Sora is the same as Natsume, he likes the craziest rides but sometimes you can sense he's quite scared at some of them.

Sora is the type to wave his arms and keeps shouting how happy he is when you two are inside the rollercoaster.

After riding the rollercoaster he won't stop until you and him ride all of the rides inside the amusement park.

The big and genuine smile on his face will never fade throughout the rides.

After the rides, he will buy cotton candy for you and him, he will also buy a few desserts and sweets with it.

You can sense Sora's color brighten when he took a bite of the cotton candy.

Sora enjoys every single second he spends time with you, he is brimming with delight every time he founds you smiling. Sora is absolutely grateful and happy to be with you. He loves and adore you so much that his colorful heart cannot take it.

...

The end..... ✩

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One Sided Tickle Fight

hello!! we're BACK (hopefully)!!!

I'm hoping that posting this fic will help me get back into the groove of posting and being more present here, because I realize I've been pretty absent for a while and I miss being around. so let's all manifest that it sticks lmao

also I was kind of debating on posting this because i wasn't sure how much I liked it?? originally the plan was for it to be a drabble but it ended up being over 2k words, so for a while I thought it was too long. but I was reassured that it's still good, so you guys have to be nice to me or I'll fight you about it /lh

but anyway!! I hope everyone enjoys this fic. it's inspired by 2 pictures of george that I saw and subsequently freaked out about (mushie can confirm). the pictures will be under the cut.

lee!george, ler!sapnap, ler!dream, 2.6k words

enjoy :)

inspired by these pictures:

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"This is so stupid."

"You're stupid."

"You're stupid!"

"Great comeback, genius."

"You're both stupid, actually," Dream finally interjected, rolling his eyes at the argument between his two friends and readjusting his grip on George's wrist that he had pinned above his head.

George's head tilted back to watch Dream's movements, his jaw dropping open slightly as he tried to use the opportunity to pull his arm back down. Dream didn't let him, simply pressing his thumb firmer into the thin skin of George's inner wrist and gently rubbing in an attempt to calm him. He half expected Dream to start cooing at him, shushing and soothing him like a kitten at a vet's office before a check-up.

George huffed at the feeling instead, unfathomably annoyed that it was actually working, as he attempted to bend his elbow enough to dislodge his arm from Dream's hold. Once again, Dream didn't let him budge, instead just tugging George's wrist up higher and twisting his entire arm so his palm was half-pressed against the bed instead of the back of his hand. George gasped, trying to turn his hand back to make his arm flat. The new position made it almost impossible to do much other than shake his arm and lift his elbow a mere few inches off the bed, only to slam it down again.

"Dream! That's not fair," George practically whined, flexing his fingers in their sideways position as he squirmed. George swung his free arm over his head, bending it to let his fingers wrap around his strained bicep. He would've been more nervous about exposing his other armpit if he hadn't made Sapnap pinky promise that he was ONLY allowed to tickle the side of his torso that his pinned arm was on, and he knew Sapnap's word was good… for that day, at least.

"I think it's plenty fair, pretty boy," Sapnap piped up from his place on top of George. He'd been straddling the tops of George's thighs, knees brought in tight around his hips to keep his body somewhat still. They all knew George would find a way to squirm like his life depended on it anyway, but Dream and Sapnap were both prepared to handle whatever he could throw at them. They were used to his squirming by now.

"Wh–" George blurted out, cheeks turning pink at the name, biting his lip to hide a smile as he turned his head to the side and buried his face in the arm that was still covered by a hoodie sleeve. Earlier, at the start of the whole thing, Dream and Sapnap had pushed his hoodie up and forced his arm out of it, leaving half his body clad in only his t-shirt and the other half still covered by the hoodie to drive home the fact that they were serious about only tickling one half of his body. "Y-you can't say that, oh my god."

"He definitely can," Dream stated, as if it was a simple fact of life, reaching his free hand over to trace over the shell of George's ear. "Especially if it's true, Georgie~"

George practically squeaked, jerking his head even further into his sleeve as well as tilted down towards his shoulder to hide his ear. The position did not look comfortable at all to Dream and Sapnap, as confirmed by George when he moved his fingers from gripping his arm to cover his ear with his sleeve-covered palm instead.

"Okahay! Stop– stohop doing thahat–'' He giggled out, letting his head rest against the bed as he rubbed the leftover tickles off his ear. Dream smiled, pinching the tip of his ear and mumbling something about it being "so warm, oh my god, George, your ears are burning hot and bright red" that only served to make the blush on George's face even darker.

"Stop doing that? Alright, I'll do this instead," Sapnap said as he trailed two fingers down George's arm– starting as his inward-turned wrist right under where Dream's fingers were holding, then down his forearm, stopping to lightly scratch at the area on the inside of George's elbow to hear him squeal, then all down his tricep, stopping when be just barely grazed the top of George's shirt sleeve.

George was pretty sure he could've lost it right then and there, the light, barely present touch just enough to make him squirm, exactly as predicted, like his life depended on it.

His shoulder tried to turn itself any way it could, twisting his elbow with it and continuously moving the top edge of the sleeve each time, only exposing more of his underarm in the process. His arm shook with the attempt to pull it down– if you could even call it an attempt. Dream had loosened his hold significantly, and all that really happened was George flinching his arm and jerking his wrist slightly, so Dream knew he couldn't have been trying too hard. He still held tighter anyway, not wanting to call George out just yet. He was content sitting with the knowledge for a bit longer, pretending to be ignorant so he could knock down George's walls later.

He was cut off from his thoughts by the sound of George whimpering and whining softly as he pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing.

The fingers on George's free hand ran through his own hair and held for a few seconds before he let go and tightly curled up his fist, letting it rest on top of his head. Immediately after, a particularly loud squeak got him flustered enough to slam a hand over his own mouth. Dream and Sapnap both giggled at his reactions, making him let out the tiniest of giggles, before flushing even more red and squeezing his eyes shut. All three of them knew that the one giggle was about to end him, and was the start of his resolve breaking down.

"C'mon, George, just let it out," Sapnap pushed gently, pausing his trailing fingers to play with the hem of George's shirt sleeve– pulling on it, flattening it out against his arm, rolling it between his fingers, anything he could think of. George turned his head to watch his fingers move, unexpectedly calmed by the idle movements, until Sapnap spoke again. "I mean, you know why we're here, don't you? You agreed to this, you said yes to the deal… We're here because you said you'd let me tickle your poor, defenseless underarm and down to your boney ass ribs until I'm satisfied, and until we feel like you've had enough. So it's not like we're gonna stop if you don't laugh… might as well just bite the bullet, baby." Sapnap punctuated his sentence by slowly pulling George's sleeve down to expose his vulnerable underarm.

"N-nohoho! Don't, plehehease–" George pleaded as Sapnap's teasing and the pet name tacked onto the end finally pushed him over the edge and sent giggles tumbling out of his mouth. He crossed his free arm over his chest, using his fingertips to hold the arm of his t-shirt in place so Sapnap couldn't pull it down any more. His pointer finger pressed down the top seam, and his ring finger rested exactly against the center of his armpit, and he gave Sapnap his best pleading eyes, hoping it would help his case.

He knew he couldn't be that lucky, though.

"Hey." It was Dream who chimed in this time, and George looked up at him with wide eyes at the sudden stern tone, pressing his fingers in harder as he giggled almost involuntarily at Dream's facial expression. "Come on, George, you know that won't do anything."

"Dream, plehease–"

"That's not gonna work this time."

"But, I–"

"I don't care."

"Dream!"

"George, I am the only one who's stopping Sapnap from absolutely destroying you right now. So shut the fuck up or I'll let him do whatever he wants."

George's eyes widened even more at Dream's words, caught off guard by how nonchalant his tone was with such a harsh statement, breath catching in his throat with how shaky his inhale was. He looked away immediately after, his head reeling as he swallowed against the lump in his throat thinking about the idea.

"Mhm- okay… m'sorry," George mumbled, nodding to himself as he spoke, looking off to the side to avoid eye contact.

"I know you are, angel, but I just had to make sure you knew all that, okay? So just relax and let Sapnap do his thing, and I'll make sure he takes good care of you, yeah? That sounds pretty good, I think," Dream explained, using his signature softer voice, and smiling as George mumbled a little 'mhm' as he pushed his face further into the sheets below him.

George intended to stay that way, until he felt Sapnap trying to pull his pointer finger away from where he was holding it over his armpit. The feeling of his finger being moved immediately drew his head back out, and he pressed his hand tighter against his arm to counteract Sapnap's pulling.

"No! Noho, oh god, Sapnap, please," he whined, shaking his head and clamping his fingers down as tight as he could without digging his nails into his own arm. He looked up at Sapnap as he pleaded, yanking once at his pinned arm– for the first time in a while, Dream noted.

Sapnap only giggled at his pleads, letting George relax slightly as he acted like he wouldn't continue.

Until he started poking his two pointer fingers anywhere that George's fingers didn't cover. He started above his hand, making George squeak and move his hand up to cover that area. Then, he used the new real estate to migrate his poking down to underneath his hand, able to reach the very edge of George's armpit for a few pokes before he immediately moved his hand back down with a strained whine. George had pinned his fingers together in his movements, and he fanned them out to cover as much space as possible.

Which only gave Sapnap the opportunity to poke at the spaces between his fingers instead.

"Sapnahahap!" George whined through his laughter, fingers twitching as he tried to cover more with each poke. Sapnap still giggled at him, unable to stop himself from showing his amusement at George's reactions. Dream smiled down at him, reaching over to play with George's hair and rest his palm on his head.

"Come on, sweet boy, you have to let him do it," Dream coaxed, rubbing his thumb on George's wrist and squeezing once for reassurance. "He'll be gentle."

"Maybe," Sapnap said with a smirk, pulling at George's hand again, this time able to pull his first two fingers off before he lost his grip.

"I can't, I cahan't, Dream, please don't mahake me," George begged, looking up at Dream with the best puppy dog eyes he could manage.

"Darling, we're not making you do anything. You agreed, and it's clear that you want this. I've felt you pull at your arm maybe twice total, and we both know if you didn't want this you could be squirming a lot more. So just move your hand and the wait will be over," Dream explained, keeping his tone calm and reassuring even as he dropped the bombshell that he'd been aware of George's feelings the whole time. George let out a whine, tilting his head back and tipping his chin up as he closed his eyes tight.

"Dreheheam, you– I-I… why wohould you sahay thahahat…" George whined, looking anywhere but up at Dream or Sapnap.

"Because it's true. You don't have to pretend, Georgie," Dream continued to play with George's hair, smiling as he pushed his head up into the touch a few times. He went to speak, stuttering out a few syllables until he finally caught Dream's eyes. Dream could see they were slightly glassy, and he smiled softly, scrunching up his nose as he watched George nod his head in understanding, a silent 'thank you' that they've encountered many times before.

"Look, George," Sapnap cut back in, wanting to get the ball rolling, as he posed his fingers in a claw in the air, about half a foot above George's armpit. "Oooooh, Georgie~ it's tiiiiime~"

"Nohoho, no! Dohohon't doho it!" George argued, smile brighter than the sun as he kept switching between lifting his fingers slightly to pull them away and pushing his hand forward to cover his armpit.

Dream's words had really gotten to him, seeping into his brain and infecting his thoughts. He knew he wanted to just lay there and let Sapnap tickle him to tears– he couldn't think about a single thing other than that, actually– but he still couldn't bring himself to move his hand away and let himself be that vulnerable. He settled on pulling his shaky hand away, but letting his palm hover barely half an inch above his armpit, able to crash back down if he needed to.

"I have to, George! I have to do it! We made the rules, it would be cruel of me to disregard them now, wouldn't it?" Sapnap explained as he slowly started descending his claw hand down towards George's armpit. George shook his head immediately, attempting to squirm and kick slightly on instinct, but quickly finding that he was too heavily pinned to move as much as he'd hoped.

"Noho, no, Sapnahap, plehehease!" George begged as he tried to twist his shoulders instead, turning his elbow out and halfway-leaning onto his side.

"Almost there! In threeeee…" Sapnap teased, pushing his fingers forward and pulling them back as they slowly lessened the distance to George's skin.

"Nohohoho!"

"Twooooooo…"

"Sapnahahap!"

"Two and a haaaaaalf…"

"Dreheam, help mehehe!"

"No can do, sweetheart, you're on your own here."

"No!"

"Aaaaaaaand… one!" Sapnap finished, yelling a little louder than before, as he drove his hand forward towards George. George screamed, clenching his fists and tensing his entire body as he prepared for the onslaught of tickles that were about to hit him.

But there was nothing.

He peeked one eye open– he wasn't sure when he'd squeezed them shut, but it was enough for spots to show up when he opened them– to see Sapnap's claw hand frozen barely a centimeter away from the back of his palm that covered his underarm. He let out a breathy whimper, glancing up at Sapnap to see a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"Oh, man… you should've heard how loud you screamed, that was so good," He teased, and George opened his mouth to protest.

But the second he did, there were knuckles digging into the top of his ribs and rubbing against the bones, and all his words were lost to another scream.

"OHOHOH MY GOHOHOD SAPNAHAHAP!" George yelled through his laughter, his hand moving from hovering over his armpit to grabbing desperately at Sapnap's hand. Sapnap's response was to simply use his free hand to grab George's wrist and pin it to his chest, keeping him from being able to cover his armpit anymore as he migrated his tickling up there. He switched back to his fingers, finally pulling George's sleeve down and scratching his nails at the sensitive area. "NOHOHO, THAHAT'S NOT FAHAHAIR!"

"I cannot fucking believe you fell for that, Gogy. It's absolutely fair if you were that stupid."

George shook his head, unable to do much else other than laugh himself silly. His cheeks flushed impossibly more, and he clenched his fist against his chest.

The rest of the morning was spent with the three of them in that exact position, Dream and Sapnap smiling and giggling along with a squirming, kicking, happily laughing, giddy George, and none of them would ever want that to change.

Except maybe when George forces both of them to let him get revenge… maybe George likes that idea a little more.