#kitty dream 😍

[shaunthesheesh]

We called Morpheus a pathetic little moew moew so much that they just gave just a proper moew moew version of Morpheus

[non-stop-imagines]

Cute

From this request 💖🤭

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Black Fem Content Creator!Reader (@/brinathedoll on ig faceclaim)

Summary: In which Charles thinks you're really cute and it gets annoying.

Word Count: ~10.4k words

Warning: Smut (p in v), face fucking, Hard!Dom Charles (bet that's a surprise), fingering, corruption kink (my best attempt), tummy bulge, "slut" being used a couple times, squirting, breeding kink towards the end, outfits, Twitter environment, mean comments, online translator French, ruining clothing, Minors DNI!!! 18+

A/N: It's 🏎️ anon's turn! 🥳 You have no idea how much I wanted to get to this one. Y'all already know how much I love Charles and this is my first smutty fic for him. I'm living the dream. 🤩 This one was fun, and the request was very helpful, very detailed it was a fic on its own! 🤣😚 Anyway hope you all enjoy. Thank you 🏎️ anon for your patience! I hope it lives up to your amazing idea! Love you all bbys!!! 💖💛💖💛💖

Translations: d'accord, mon amour=okay, my love;Putain de morveux=Fucking brat;Mon petit ange impatient=my eager little angel;Vous comprenez?=Do you understand?; Mon petit ange désordonné.=My messy little angel; Baise-moi=Fuck me; Mon parfait petit ange=My perfect little angel

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lyttleagnelyn 🌸°~♥Life with Charlie¹⁶♥~°🌸

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charlesleclerc A perfect life if I say so myself 🥰

user1 🌸🩷🌸🩷

user2 You can see the obsession in his eyes 😍

lilymhe Cuties 🥰🪷🩷🌸

>lyttleagnelyn You and Alex are the blueprint 😚

user3 I need another clothing haul bc these outfits are so cute I CANT-

>lyttleagnelyn How about with a special guest? 👀

>user3 YES TF ❗❗

scuderiaferrari Petition for Charles' next special helmet to have rabbit ears on it 📜

>lyttleagnelyn I would happily help design it 🥰🐰

>charlesleclerc And I would happily wear it

>user6 If your your gonna DNF, you can at least look cute while doing it ☺️🌸🪷🐰

user4 That emo boys shirt is killing me cause you have the softest man in the world 😭

>lyttleagnelyn He tries his best 😔😭

user5 Charles.jpg in the works

>charlesleclerc I'm afraid those aren't for the public eye 😗

>lyttleagnelyn Charlie why??? 😭

>user5 Yes, Charlie why? 😭😭😭😭

>charlesleclerc They're just too cute for anyone else but me, mon ange

"Thank you for doing this with me, baby. It'll be fun, I promise." You practically bounce around the excessive light pinkness of your filming room as you finish prepping everything for your video. Charles insisted that he created this room for you when you moved in with him months prior. "You need a room you feel comfortable in, mon ange." Is what he said when you tried to protest it, not wanting to take over his space, but here you were, getting ready to film on your pretty pink dedicated office.

"I don't doubt it, Mon ange." Charles sat in your computer chair, hugging to him a Hello Kitty plushie that originally sat close to it, watching you move around, waiting for you to start filming. "If it's anything like the makeup video, I know it'll be fun." He loved watching you in your element, around your things. He would paint his entire apartment pink if it meant he could see the smile you had and that sparkle in your eyes 24/7.

"You just liked the attention you got from that one." You walk over to him and fluff his hair bit before leaning down for a quick peck on the lips. "I have to give it to you, you knew your stuff."

"When your girlfriend takes as long as you do to get ready, you get curious." He's reluctant to release his arm that he wrapped around your waist when you approached him but he eventually does, letting his hand fall back to the plush in his lap when you head back over to the camera.

"Okay, ready?" You look back towards Charles, ready to press record on the tripod in front of you.

"Yep, ready." He gives you a thumbs up, now starting to twist in the rotating chair, still holding on to the stuffed animal. His eyes possessively surveyed you as you began your video.

"Heeelllooo my little lovelies, welcome back to another video. If your new here, hi, my name is Yn. I am here today with a very special guest making his first physical appearance on my channel, my loving and very trusting boyfriend, Charles. Aka Scuderia Ferrari Formula One driver Charles Leclerc." You beam, and playfully jog back to your computer chair, standing behind him and placing your chin on his head.

"Hello everyone." He doesn't even try to match your enthusiasm, going with his usual enthusiastic tone, because he knew from experience that no normal human being has as much energy as you do at any given moment.

"So if you noticed that I described my Charlie here as a very trusting boyfriend, it was because, unlike you all who know what this video will be, he does not. Charles just blindly agreed to joining me today. So, you want to know what I'm gonna have you do today?" You head was now next his, turned to the side so you were looking at his side profile which soon became a full view of his face where he gave you a quick kiss before answering.

"I would like to know, yes." He chuckled out his words and let an eye crinkling smile grow on his face.

"You, my love, are going to be rating some outfits for me made up of clothes that I already had and some stuff I just bought." You drape your arms over his shoulders, your full attention on him and his on you, you feeling warm under the excessively adoring eyes.

"Okay, that's interesting. So, like, on a scale of 1-10?" Charles seems to search for something in your face, a possible flicker of uncertainty that comes with ideas you have in instances where you liked the idea but the follow through made you too uncomfortable. This was not one of those times as you nod sprightly with gleaming eyes.

"Mhmm. If it's okay with you, of course. I kinda blindly roped you into this." Your smile drops slightly and one of your hands begin to swipe at Charles' over grown hair as you awaited his answer.

"If it's okay with you, it's definitely okay with me, mon ange. I like seeing your cute little outfits anyway." The eye crinkling smile was back on his face as you attacked his cheek with rapid-fire kisses, leaving light lip gloss marks.

"Thank you, baby! You're the best!" You press on last kiss you his lips and then plant yourself between the him and the camera to finish your intro. "Alrighty, let's not waste anymore time and get this started, shall we?" You turn to look at Charles catching him deep in thought, straight faced shifting jaw and darkened eyes. "I'll be right back with the first outfit, okay? You talk to the people." You disappear into the walk-in closet in the room to change, leaving Charles to do as told. Talk to the people.

"This is no different than when she usually comes home after shopping. I will happily stop whatever I am doing and watch her try on her new clothes." He looks away from the camera to take a brief gander around the room, knowing that you be able to edit the silent bits out later. His eyes roamed the light pink walls of the room, plastered in various equally pink posters, the white computer desk against the wall perpendicular to the bedroom door and a well organized pile of plushies on the other side of the room. The closest door to the right of the desk held an adorablely decorated mirror that directly faced the Classic Rose pink colored canopy bed that Charles also insisted was put in here for various reasons: being able to take naps, for example, when you wore yourself out from editing or other content related work that you would always throw your entire self into. There were, of course, less savory reasons that bed was in this room in that exact spot, but luckily the twist of the closest door knob brought him back to the reality and prepared him to see your first look.

"Okay, outfit number one. There will be about 10 by the way." You give that message to both your boyfriend and the camera before going back to posing and turning around so you whole outfit can be seen. You turn to face the camera to give your spiel on where each item was from whether it was part of the haul or you previously had it. Charles eyes moved up the back of you taking in how well the jeans fit your butt, how your shirt bunched up in the middle to show your midriff, giving your belly ring the backdrop it needs to be shown off against your brown skin. But none of those details caught his eye like the thin pink ribbon that was wrapped around your ponytail, bringing back that sense of innocence to the outfit that he enjoyed. Once you were done you turned to face Charles. "What do you think, baby?"

"You look very, very cute, Mon ange." You gleefully spin in another circle so he is able to get one more good look at the entire outfit.

"Mercí. So, on a scale of 1-10, what would you rate it?" You absentmindedly alternate a mild hyperextension of you knees as you waited for an answer.

"Erhm, I would rate it an 8." He says this with an emphasized tone that was very specific to him, pausing at certain words and elongating the "an".

"Okay...why an 8?" You walk into the hand that he lowly held out, ending up standing between his legs but standing to the side so the camera could see him, his fingers scaling over your exposed lower back.

"Uhh, again you look very cute, but it's a bit, uh, edgier that your other outfits. Also, you feel more comfortable in skirts than pants, no?" That gauging look was on his face, hoping that he had his facts straight and wasn't making a crude misjudgement.

"That's true, but these jeans made my butt look great, so I made an exception." You leave Charles' vicinity and move to your mirror to get a glimpse for yourself.

"That is true. The jeans fit you very well. That entire outfit fits you very well." His hands go back to squeezing the plush that he honestly forgotten was in his grasp when you walked out of arms length.

"Thank you." You bend over the slight bit to give him a short kiss, his thumb and ring finger needlessly propping up your chin. "Okay, next outfit!"

After another few minutes where Charles sat alone, reminiscing about the first outfit, you came out of your closet in the second outfit. "Okay, outfit number two."

The boy was stunned. He literally sat silent, jaw basically on the floor as he looked you up and down. "That is a 10. Hands down." He spoke with the utmost seriousness, making you feel a bit shy but also even more confident in the outfit that just felt completely you.

"That was quick. I didn't even get to talk to the people yet." You took a step closer to him letting the hand that he held out hold onto your thigh, fingers running over the pink fishnet stockings you had on.

"Oh, yes. Go do that." He shoots you away and you make quick work of explaining your outfit, wanting to hear why he was so swift in rating the outfit a 10.

"Okay, now why a 10?" You settle into his lap this time, plucking the plush from his lap and gently placing it on the floor.

"Well I love the pink. Pink is definitely your color." He pulls you closer to him as he examined your outfit a bit more. "The lace on your shirt, the uh-cor-um" He waves his hand around his own shirt, trying to remember the name of the type of shirt you had on that he has heard a number of times.

"Corset?" You remind him, your hands gravitating to his hair as they always do

"Oui! Yes, corset. The lace on it it beautiful. And I really like the stockings and the lace on those, too. This outfit really does make you glow." Your heart speeds up from how tenderly he says the last statement. His voice was a bit lower and more gruff, coaxing you into deep languid kisses until you remembered that the camera was still there, recording everything.

"Geez, your really trying to make me have to work at editing this thing huh?" You smack his chest and hand back the Hello Kitty plush that he accepts unhesitatingly, chuckling at your frantic realization.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." An adorable laugh is laced through his voice as he watches you disappear into the closet to change into your next outfit.

The rest of the video goes on basically in the same order: You come out in the outfit, give where each piece is from, and then turn to get Charles rating which was accompanied by various cheek warming praises ("You look absolutely adorable, Mon ange.", "That is perfect for you, baby.", "How are you so cute?"). After the last outfit, though, you had a small surprise for him.

"Okay, so I know I said 10 outfits, but I have one last thing I wanted to try on for you guys..." You spoke to the camera quickly then rushed off toward your closet, stopping and looking at Charles for a moment. "You're gonna like this one." And then as you did 10 times before, you disappeared behind the door, leaving Charles still holding the plush and racking his brain as to what this last outfit might be. A few minutes later, you open the door a crack. "So, I know that summer is nearly done, but there were so many swimsuits on sale so I knew I would've been crazy not to get at least one sooo..." You carefully step out of the closet with small steps, not yet passing the door for the camera to be able to see you. "You like it?" You bring pink acrylic nail to your teeth as you wait for an answer from, a now gawking, Charles.

"I-that-aaa-bwow. Ah, yes. I do like it. Alot." His eyes slowly move down your body, eyes obviously lingering on each piece of the bikini you had on. The lace trim that followed the curve of your boobs, the pink plaid and strawberry detailing. This then led to his eyes trailing down your exposed brown skin, shining against the pink like it always does, down your stomach, stopping briefly at your belly ring and then finishing down your legs, mind going to what's between them. He now finds a use for the Hello Kitty plush, clasping it to his lap to hide the major hard-on producing. He then cuts his eyes to the camera, remembering what he was there for, and cuts his eyes again, this time for the purpose of nonverbally asking "Are you okay with wearing that on camera?"

"Oh, it's fine, baby. I want to show them." You finally emerge from the closet to give a full view of yourself to the camera, going on to explain where the swimsuit is from and the details you like about it. Charles tuned every single word out now that he had a prolonged view of the backside on the ensemble, finally being able to see how great your ass looked, but it was a miniscule detail that really caught his eye. The thin pink ribbon that still held your hair in a ponytail. Your playful innocence flooding back to his vision of you in his mind, offseting the... provocative style of the girly patterned bikini. He clutched tighter to the plush in his lap.

"So, yeah. I just really liked it...and as you can see by the blank stare, Charles really likes it as well. It's different, huh? The fit of it is a bit sexier than my other ones, right?" You turn to Charles to ask the question and saunter into his arms, beginning to mess with his hair again just to see your decorated nails run through it.

"Sure, you could say that. But, um, I do really like you in it. It's very cute on you." He grins up at you with adoring eyes and gestures with his lips to request a kiss from you which you grant.

"Thank you. Now let me go put on some real clothes and I will be back to close out the video." You bound to the closet again after speaking to the camera. Charles sat patiently, the image of you in that bikini burned in his brain.

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"That was fun." Charles said as he finally got up from the computer chair, stretching out his limbs and carefully replacing Hello Kitty in the spot he plucked her from initially.

"Yay! I'm glad you had fun. I enjoyed it. You know how much I like trying out new outfit inspos." You unhook the camera from the tripod and briefly make sure at least something recorded.

"Inspos?" He stops his wandering about the room to inquire about the unfamiliar word.

"Short for inspiration, baby." You set the camera down and walk over Charles, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your chin on his chest.

"Ah. Yes, I do know how much you like trying on new clothes. And you looked adorable in each and every one. Especially that swimming suit." You giggle at yet another compliment and prop up onto your tip toes to accept the kiss he was craning his neck to give you.

"Thank you. For that and for doing the video." You hug close to him, getting a comforting huff of his cologne while his hand runs up and down your back.

"De rien, mon ange. Anything for you." He presses one more kiss to the top of your head, your vanilla scent strong enough to taste and thin pink ribbon in your hair still teasing him.

"Okay, you may go. Go do whatever Charles does while I edit, okay?" You wave him off toward the door and make your way to your desk, sitting criss cross on your computer chair.

"Okay, okay." He heads to the door to exit but turns to you, your back to him, already clicking through everything to begin editing. His eyes traced the pink ribbon that followed the gentle curve of your ponytail. That fucking ribbon. "Make sure you take a break, Mon ange. We can watch a movie or something."

"Okay!" You call back, waving him away. He giggled, shaking his head and closing the door most of the way. He had to distract himself. Every single outfit you tried on drove him crazy, the contrast the girlish pink ribbon added to each progressively provocative outfit, and the bikini, that drove him over the edge.

"Fuck it." Charles detoured into the bathroom and closed the door, pushing down his sweatpants just enough to release his cock from confinement, precum already beaded on the tip. Immediately he began stroking, providing the much needed friction to relieve the arousal that manifested. "Mon petit ange innocent, you drive my fucking crazy..."

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lyttleagnelyn A 10 in some 8s and 9s 🌸🪷🌸

(Go watch my new video and this will make sense. And to see the only outfit that was ranked a 10. Link in bio🩷)

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user7 IT GIRL 🩷

charlesleclerc You should've showed them all 😚

>lyttleagnelyn Then they wouldn't have a reason to go watch the video 🥺

>charlesleclerc To watch your cuteness in action is reason enough

joris__trouche Next vid you pick out Charles' outfit 👀

>user8 Now here is a man of the people

>user9 You're saying that like Charles wouldn't absolutely love it 🥹

user10 It needs to be said that polar bear outfit is highly underrated

>user11 TURN IT UP 🎛️

lewishamilton 🩷😊

>lyttleagnelyn Thanks Lew 😚

>user12 I didn't know I need this friendship until this very moment and I will not accept anything less

user13 I don't know why but I love that she brings this style to the paddock bc them fits are starting to get boring 🩷

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"Open your legs wider, Mon ange, so you can see your pretty little pussy in the mirror." Your eyes connected with his in the reflection of your pink themed mirror on your closet. The image was a completely lewd contrast to the back drop, you fully nude, legs splayed open, Charles' jean clad legs encircling yours and his arms, covered in the sleeves of his sweatshirt, leading to hands that were defiling you in their own ways. One was wrapped around your upper body, fondling your breast as the other caressed your upper thigh, drawing ever so close to your core.

"Like this?" He watched you in the mirror as you adjusted your legs, lazily rubbing at your clit as he instructed you to do earlier.

"Yes, perfect. Look at how cute you look." He presses his mouth to your hair, keeping his face there and allowing the thin pink ribbon he tied around your already up ponytail to tickle his face.

"Charles, I don't know how much longer..." Your hand starts to slow down drastically, almost stopping, but a firm grip on your wrist from Charles keeps the movement going.

"C'mon, amour. I know you can do better than this." His presses a couple kisses to your hair and then notches his head in the crook of your neck, eyes switching between your actual hand rubbing circles on your cute swollen cunt, and the reflection smiling back at him from the closet door. His other hand quickly swats 2 slaps to your tit, creating small shocked whimpers from you that he finds great amusement in. "Also, you know what to call me, Mon ange."

"Daddy, I don't know if I can do it again." Your hand got pressed into your clit some more, making slow but strong circles that make you whimper on repeat.

"I know you can give me one more, Mon ange." You concede and keep rubbing, the achy, over sensitivity making you lull your head back. You didn't notice that your eyes had been squeezed shut until they flutter open, relieving your eyelids of the strain and giving you a dreamy view of Charles, his eyes trained on the addictingly obscene reflection in the mirror. Unfortunately, the early comments from your video began ringing in your ears, taunting you, so you decide to test the waters.

"Nooo, what about you? I can give you one?" You effeciently remove your hand from his grasp and attempt to clumsily reach into his belted jean. He watched for a moment, charmed by your novice attempt at trying to get him off yourself, but just as easily as you had removed your hand, your wrist was being gripped again, this time with out the allowance of reach to his torso. You whine, defeated. He was your boyfriend. That's what boyfriends wanted their girlfriends to do, right? "I just want to make you feel good..."

"Making you feel good makes me feel good, Mon amour." He slowly guides your hand back to your clit starting the agonizingly slow, ineffective rub on your clit again. "But, if you really want to make me feel good, amour, you will make a mess for me, just like I know you can."

"But I don't think I can cum again..." Your hand keeps rubbing, but now the ache of your overused clit coupled with your bubbling frustration were already hard at work dampening your arousal. Seeing Charles in the mirror, his tongue swirling around his middle and ring finger is the only thing that seems to keep one last drop of sexual intrigue.

"I know, Mon ange. That's okay, because I am going to help you. You just have to keep your eyes on the mirror, d'accord, mon amour? And do not stop rubbing your cute swollen clit." He takes the two fingers, now lubricated with saliva, and rubs them over your slit before pushing both appendages inside you. The whimper you let out was choked, brain torn between annoyance and the painful pleasure you were feeling. You didn't want him to think that this would make you forget what just happened, but it was enough to make you forget for now. His fingers set an agonizingly slow pace at first, pulling all the way out and rubbing your arousal over your pussy lips and inner thighs, then plunging back in. He knew exactly how to curl his fingers, exactly how much pressure to place on the bumpy membrane of your g-spot, and the exact speed he has to move his fingers to get to the end he wanted. Honestly, he could've done this from the beginning. One and done. But he has felt a shift in your mood, so he wanted to show you how much he loved you in the way he believed he knew best. "Look at yourself, Mon ange. Look at how adorable your face is." He kisses along your cheek bone, eyes continuously fixated on the reflection.

"Daddy..." Your hand jolts from your clit to Charles wrist when his fingers abruptly speed up and you begin to feel pressure build in your pelvis, a gesture which he clicks his tongue at before using the hand that was still abusing your nipples to pluck it from his arm and motions for you to continue rub your clit.

"Squirt for me, Mon ange. Show me how messy my cute little girl can get. Ruin the sheets, I can get you pretty new ones." He kisses along your shoulder, reveling in the pornographic sounds and faces you made. He watched as you stare at yourself in the pink, Sanrio character covered mirror, unable to hide exactly how good you felt. You couldn't say anymore words, only whimpers, whines, and any other sexual sounding high-pitched noise bubbles from your chest as Charles brutally fucked you with his fingers at a blistering pace. Your vision gets spotty as the familiar sensation floods over you, pun intended. Charles' fingers continue as liquid sprays from you, legs straightening out and shaking as the convulsions of your third orgasm of the night take over your body, liquid flowing from you pooling at your butt, flowing around the blockage to get to Charles' jeans.

"See, Mon ange? I knew you could do it. You did so good for me." His fingers, now removed, traced languid shapes along the inside of your thigh, his other hand that never left your chest now sliding up to your neck, guiding your face upward so could proceed with a messy, rushed make out. You were nearly unconscious, still coming down from your high. "Let's get you cleaned up." You felt yourself being picked up bridal style, arms reflexively wrapping around your boyfriend's neck, face nestled into his shoulder. Your brain slowly became less clouded as you were carried to the bathroom, a reminder of your boyfriend's unwillingness to have you touch him, and how everyone may just be right...

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It's only been a week since you posted the video and already it's your most viewed, most liked video. The comments have been raving. So many positive things to say about your outfits and how much people can tell Charles loves you from the way he speaks to you and looks at you. But those weren't the ones that were plastered all over your mind. "Absolutely nothing about any of these outfits are sexy...", "How is Charles able to date this girl when she dresses like a child...", "I am failing to see what she has that Charlotte or Alex didn't have that makes Charles want to be with her...". It was literally only a handful of comments, but each one of them cut you like a knife, and had you laying on the living room couch, cuddled up to your boyfriend, questioning the security of your almost year long relationship.

Your head was resting comfortably on Charles' thigh, his hand moving along your right arm, caressing the flesh gently with his finger tips. You were in some of your favorite pajamas, but as the harsh comments continued to coil around your brain, you could feel yourself physically curling in, becoming increasingly self conscious of your style choices to the point where you were questioning what you wore in the comfort of your own home.

"Are you cold, Mon ange?" Charles pulls the plush pink blanket you kept on the back of the couch down and covers your body, rubbing his entire hand up and down your arm to relieve you from your suspected coldness.

"Baby, what did you think about Alex dressed? Or Charlotte? Did you like their styles?" You don't look at him, you knew you would cry upon eye contact. You could feel his body tense up at the mention of his exes, but he goes on to respond anyway.

"Hm? Why do you ask, Mon amour?" You could feel his eyes boring into the side of your head. He wanted you to look at him. He wanted to see the emotion your eyes gave away so he could gauge where the inquiry was coming from.

"Oh, I- uh...you know. Just wondering. We haven't really talked about your exes." You hope the answer was enough to curb his curiosity, feeling relieved when you feel his hand continue to move again and the vibration though his body as a low hum goes through him as he thinks.

"Uh, well. I guess their styles worked for them. Their personalities. They both were, um, quite, ehh, reserved." He removes his hand from your arm to scratch the side of his nose and then quickly replaced it.

"Would you say you preferred how they acted?" Fuck stealth, you wanted answers.

"Now, I wouldn't say that. Again it just kind of fit them. I can't really imagine them acting differently. Like you personality fits you. Your cute and, uh, bright and the clothes you wear are just as cute and bright." Your subconscious could here the pride in his voice when he made his point, but your forebrain just heard that word. Cute.

"But did you find their personalities more attractive? Like...sexier, or whatever?" You knew you over stepped when you feel his body tighten up again.

"Mon amour, what are these questions?" He chuckled to diffuse his tension, but he still added this moment to a mental list he was making of ways you seem to be second guessing yourself.

"Nevermind, it's stupid." You cuddle into his leg again, giving up on trying to get a clear answer on what Charles really thinks about you. Still he goes on to answer an unasked question.

"Mon ange, I love you, okay? I think you are absolutely perfect the way you are." His hand on your arm moved to your cheek, a singular digit turning your head toward him so he could kiss you. He was telling the complete truth. He loved you more than he could've ever fathomed. His eyes wandered over your face, how your brown skin and eyes glowed in the light of the television. You always just seemed to glow.

"Thank you, baby. I love you, too." You gave the obligatory answer that obviously held truth, but you couldnt help but let the negativity continue to echo through your head. As the night went, the program on the TV became static as you began to formulate a plan to make yourself undeniably irresistible to your boyfriend. Step one: Ditch the cute.

"Mon ange? Are almost ready? We have to get going soon." Charles paces in the foyer of the Belgian hotel suite, typing out a message to his trainer that you two were heading down. He does stop for a moment, glancing toward the bathroom, adding another thing to his mental list of how you've been acting differently. You're mood has been off, much quieter and reserved, and he made another mental note when he realized you haven't talked about video ideas recently. Your outfits have been drained of the pretty pinks and whites and instead have been replaced by dark blues browns and blacks. Piggybacking off of that, it's always taken you some time to get ready makeup wise, but it's also been taking forever for you to get dressed, like you had to force yourself into these new, reserved outfits.

"Yeah, I'm ready..." You were hesitant to leave the bathroom. You worked hard to convince yourself that what you were wearing wasn't much different than what you usually wore. Sure the fully brown jumpsuit was technically darker than the primarily pink outfit staring at you from the floor...and you did prefer a skirt to pants...but this was still an outfit that you would be expected to wear. The addition of the cream colored cropped zip up added the softness to the outfit that allowed you to feel as comfortable as your possibly could. So after taking a deep breath and mentally coach yourself through nonchalantly exiting the bedroom, you approach Charles who breaks away from his thoughts and immediately notices the difference in your wardrobe.

"You look nice." He makes no move to leave the hotel room, wide eyes scaling your appearance.

"You didn't sound very confident about that." You finish applying a clear lip gloss in the mirror on the wall and then look up through your lashes at Charles and his unmoving body. Your heart rate increases as his uncertain tone replays in your head.

"Oh, no amour. You look adorable, really. Your outfits never fail to look beautiful. It's just...it's a bit darker than usual. I'm not used to seeing you in brown. It looks very pretty on you." No smile manifests on his face, instead a wide eyed look that signified that his entire focus was on you, but you still felt the sincerity behind his compliment. But "pretty" and "beautiful" still rang through your head like the most annoying bells ever. The only words that he used to describe how you looked in the skin tight brown bodysuit.

"Thank you, Charlie." You lift yourself up a bit on your tip toes to give Charles a peck on the lips, which he had a delayed reaction to, puckering when your lips had already made contact with his, like his mind was somewhere else. That was further obvious when he stayed stand there, squinting at you, running his "Yn's been acting different" list through his brain. "We should get going..."

"Oh! Yes! Sorry, mon ange. Let's go." He jolted out of his trance, suddenly back in the present where he had to start getting mentally ready for a singular practice session before going into qualifying. And there you were, following close behind, grabbing Charles hand that had reached out for you like a heat-seeking missile.

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You decide, for the practice session at least, that you were going to sit up in as private of an area of the Paddock Club you could find. You didn't have the energy to hear anymore "You look different but still cute!" compliments. You knew they all meant well, and they were all only mildly annoying. Kika said it in excitement, asking where you got the jumpsuit from. Daniel came up to give you hug, telling you that you looked "really cute today." Lewis' complimented your outfit, but he also asked how you were doing, dipping his head so he could look you in the eyes as you confirmed that you were fine.

In a normal situation, you would've loved this amount of attention, but when your mind has been flipping through painful past memories where people doubted anything you did and told you that you wouldn't get anywhere dressing the way you did, the last thing you wanted to hear was anyone else saying that you "still looked cute". Yes, you were fully aware that you got to this point in your life, viral video, and thriving YouTube channel and the hottest, most supportive boyfriend on the planet by embracing this aesthetic that allowed you to essentially just be truly and unapologetically you, but what if that cup was running out? What if people were initially pulled in because of the aesthetic, but expected you to change eventually? What if that was what Charles was thinking?

You had already found an empty table in an unfounded corner of the large open room, a large white wall with a TV screen on it, partitioning you from the rest of the room, giving you the moment of soliace you needed. You even briefly closed you eyes to take a deep breath and ground yourself, and it was working until you heard heels clicking toward you. The quiet attempt at retreating is what finally made you open your eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I saw you and was about to come say hi, but then I saw you trying to...meditate or something..." It was Lily.

"You can sit, you know..." You giggle at the fact that she was still standing, but your small smile falls a bit when you see her eyes moving around your appearance.

"Oh, yeah. I like the look, by the way. It's-" You interrupt her words by with a quick "stop" hand gesture that seemed to stop her words and her motions, making her freeze mid-sit.

"If you say 'cute', I am going to rip every piece of hair that I have in this claw clip out." The look you gave Lily made her hesitantly finish sitting, and rethink her compliment.

"You look...nice. Good. Great. Am I getting close?" She places a comforting hand on your shoulder, rubbing gently when you let your head fall onto the back of your hands on the table.

"You're fine. These past few weeks have been...a lot." Lily's hand doesn't move, even when you lift your head enough to turn and look at her.

"What? Your video?" You listlessly lift the rest of your body up from the table and turn to her, not making eye contact and instead messing with your nails, the only part of your outfit that actually fully expressed you.

"Yeah, technically. I never expected it to do that well, but there have been comments..." You look out the window in front you when you hear the approaching cars and let your eyes try too hard to track each car that goes by.

"All I have seen were rave reviews about your outfits and how in love Charles is with you." Her hand is finally removed from your person after her comment, reaching in her clutch that was placed on the table and pulling out her phone.

"Yeah. I guess those are the majority, but there have been other ones...meaner ones..." You trail off into your own thoughts while more cars roared by, continuing to speak when you have the prolonged feeling of Lily's eyes on you, waiting to see where you were going with it. "Lily, how often does Alex say you look sexy in something?"

"I-uh-woah. You caught me off guard there, um..." She stopped to seriously consider your question. "I guess kinda often. Mainly when he can tell I'm excited about an outfit or it's, like, a special occasion. Why?"

"Charles has only ever said I was "cute". Or "pretty". Or "beautiful". Never sexy. Not even if I try to lead him into saying it." You turn around for a moment to check where Charles stood on the practice session leaderboard and how much time was left. "I honestly have no idea if Charles thinks I'm sexy."

"Oh, honey. I'm sure he does." Her fingernails went to caressing up and down your back as she turned all of her focus towards you while Alex goes 3rd fastest.

"A boyfriend that finds his girlfriend sexy would want to, like, fuck her 24/7, right?" You whispered the obscenity as to not attract unwanted attention, but you still asked the question in search of some well needed validation.

"I mean, in theory, I guess. But everyone's relationship is different." She continues to move her hand over your back and you push some of the longer hair from your bangs out of your face.

"Lily, we've been dating for almost a year now, and we've never actually...done it." It felt almost embarrassing to admit it. Everyone talks about how in love you and Charles are but you two have yet to take that step to show your intimate devotion to each other, sans the other things you guys have done you guys have done.

"Maybe he just doesn't feel like it has been the right time. He must have his reasons." You appreciated Lily's optimism.

"Like I'm just too cute to fuck. He doesn't want to defile me." This was the first joke you've made about the situation, and laughing about it felt so good. But you still needed answers, and your question just gave you some direction. "Maybe that's it. What could I wear to make Charles think I'm sexy enough to fuck?"

"I didn't expect to have this conversation when I woke up today. Um...something you can wear?" She took a moment to think and you could see the light bulb in her head switch on. "Lingerie! That's literally 'being sexy 101'. Something hot and lacey. And probably in a darker color, really lay it in thick. He's already obsessed with you, that'll make sure he can't keep his hands off of you."

"Lily, you genius!" You exclaimed, catching her off guard again, this time by throwing your arms around her neck and giving her a couple of light, glossy pecks to the cheek.

"Anything to help." You were already typing away at your phone, nearly vibrating with excitement, imagining Charles reaction. Another round of car roaring traveled by, but the speed of those machines had nothing on that of your scrolling thumbs.

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You stood in the overwhelming yet soothing pink of your filming room, admiring yourself in your new lingerie set. Well trying to. It looked really good on you but you couldn't wrap your head around how there aren't more complaints about how itchy the lace is.

"Well, Yn, when the point is to have it taken off of you, the comfort of the fabric doesn't matter, does it?" You chastise yourself, checking out the back one last time, squirming from the uncomfortable g-string underwear. "Okay, let's do this." You take a deep breath and shake out any last minute jitters before calling out to your boyfriend. "Charlie, could you come here?"

"Coming, mon ange." His voice was far off in the distance, but it still made your heart jump up into your mouth and then travel down into your stomach. You look at yourself in the mirror again, trying to ground yourself, but then you heard his footsteps and you gave up on calming yourself down. This was a special moment, nerves are normal and should be expected. "What's up...oh my..."

You were trapped under Charles' stare. Wide eyed, his tongue darting out to usher his bottom lips into his mouth. But then his eyebrows scrunched together and his jaw shifted, so you had to speak to break the nerve racking tension. "You like it?" You wanted to be a bit sexier, but in preparation for this, you only put effort into finding the lingerie. Acting sexy was still foreign to you.

"Uh, yeah. You-you look beautiful, Mon amour. You look beautiful in everything." He walks towards you, eyes dancing over your figure as he reaches for your hands to pull you into him but moving his hands to the sides of your face when you wrap your arms around his torso.

"Just beautiful?" You voice was high trying to coax the right words from him.

"You look absolutely amazing, Mon ange. It's just, you seem uncomfortable." You twist your head like a confuse me puppy. Yeah, you were uncomfortable, but comfort wasn't the point.

"I just wanted to try something different. For you." You unwrap your arms from his waist and rub them up and down his chest.

"Oh, you didn't have to do this for me. I adore you in the cute little underwears you normally wear." That was a last straw for you. That word has been the bane of your existence for the past three weeks. To the point where you haven't even wanted to be around your stuff, which made you even more stressed. You haven't been around your comfort items or felt comfortable enough to film again, so this was you last chance at trying to feel like yourself again and it was blown by a singular word.

"'Cute'. Is that all you can fucking say about me. That I'm cute?" You had pulled away from Charles and placed your hands on your hips.

"Mon amour, I don't understand. Why are you angry?" Truthfully he wishes he was still holding you. He liked to feel your skins under his fingertips. But he instead crosses his arms, watching you pace angrily around the room. His brain couldn't think straight as he watches different parts of your body bounce as you walked.

"Well let's see? The word 'sexy' apparently isn't a part of your vocabulary when it comes to me. Because you refuse to fuck me." You counted out your grievances on your fingers, adjusting the itchy ass bra you had on that pissed you off even more.

"Amour, we definitely have-" Charles attempts to employ a calming tone to try and diffuse your anger, but it was a futile effort.

"Charles, your tongue and fingers do not count." The death glare you gave would've been enough to scare him off in a normal situation, but your temper tantrum was making him just as mad as you already were. "I even had the bright idea that maybe if I acted and dressed like Alex, or Charlotte, or even fucking Giada, that you would maybe want to fuck me. Boy was I wrong!"

"Okay, stop!" And you did. Stopped in your tracks. You turn to face Charles, arms crossed so your boobs were further smashed together in your lacey bra. "I don't know why you keep talking about my exes, but that is going to stop. There is absolutely nothing about them that made me more attracted to them or made me want to...fuck them more than you." It was his turn now to pace in frustration. His hands run through his hair as he tries to block the visual of you in your skimpy lingerie from running through his mind. "You want the truth, Mon amour? I think about fucking you all the time. I think about the noises you'd make, and how cute-yes, cute- you'd look while I fuck you senseless. When you look really cute, like when you have that little pink ribbon in your hair, I think about how you'd look with my cock in your mouth, your pretty eyes looking up at me. Your perfect makeup ruined because of me."

"Wait, so all this 'cute' stuff is just your way of saying you think I'm sexy?" You still had your arms crossed but you were looking up at him innocently, now feeling a bit guilty about being so frustrated with him for the past few weeks.

"Oui, Mon ange. Exactly." He takes a couple of slow steps to walk across the room to you, placing his large hands on the sides of your hair, bring your forehead to him for a kiss. "I think you are extremely sexy. Cute just fits you better. And it doesn't mean that I want to fuck you any less. Now, let's get you out of that and into something you can be more comfortable in..." There's a chuckle in his words as he tries to guide you to your wardrobe, but you don't budge. He should've stopped while he was ahead.

"Wait, no. First, I'm not taking this off. Second, if how I dress hasn't stopped you, than why haven't we fucked?" You take a step back, stopping and standing with your hip flared out and your head defiantly cocked to the side.

"You know what? If that's what you want, fine. Fine! Putain de morveux." He whispered the French to himself as he removed his shirt in a swift smooth motion. Him succumbing to your pleas and attitude was a shock, literally having you frozen in your spot, wide eyed with a small grin growing on your face. "Mon petit ange impatient, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." He approaches your frozen frame, almost angrily examining the dark lace fabric that barely covered your body. "This has to come off."

"Oh-Hey wait-!" The rip to the bra made you want to cry, and honestly you had no idea why. You wanted it off. It was fucking itchy.

"Don't cry. I'll get you something just like it, only...cuter." He was obviously taunting you now, a dark glint in his eyes as gave you a devioua grin, daring you to retaliate. But you stay silent, only looking up at him through your eyelashes, eyebrows furrowed. "What? No argument?" One of his hands begin to travel up your stomach to your breast, his rings scrapping over your nipple when his thumb was done running over the nub. Your curiosity reigned supreme as you watched his hand grope you body, and even still you had little warning when his hand rushed up to your neck, lodging right underneath you jaw, applying a small amount of pressure. The location of his hand forced you to look at him, eyes already dazed. "I'm gonna fucking ruin you, Mon ange. That's what you want, huh?" You nod, head still trying to wrap around the mood shift in the room. "Answer me." The pressure on your trachea increases slightly.

"Yes, Daddy." You whine out, the high pitch sounding raspy from the squeeze on your windpipe.

"Non, until you learn how to act, it is Sir. Vous comprenez?" You go to nod, but your neck received a warning squeeze.

"Yes sir!" You quickly corrected yourself, taking deep gulps of air when you're released.

"Bon." He goes back to eyeing you, face blank sans the shifting of his jaw while he thought. "On your knees." Your brows furrow in reaction to the command, initially confused but following directions anyway, slowly falling down to your knees. Charles bends over, capturing you chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilting your face up to look at at him. A grin flashes onto his face and you being to reciprocate the gesture when a his hand applies a stinging slap to your left cheek. "If I tell you to do something, do it immediately. Okay?" The grin stays on his face, unwavering. The fact the he was holding such a calm face after such an offense made your heart race, and unexpectedly sparked a bit of arousal in you, causing you to feel wetness begging to pool between your thighs.

"Yes sir." You sit back into your heels as you answer, eyes still watching his eyes darken, a pout on your face.

"You're a quick learner." His finger gives the bottom of your chin a couple of taps and then one tap on the side as his focus turns to the thin pink ribbon lazily sprawled out on your desk. You head follows his movements as he saunters over to the desk, plucks the ribbon from it, and saunters back over to you, standing behind you. A shiver runs down your spine as his fingers gather up your hair and tie the ribbon as tight as possible around the ponytail he created. "This will be helpful for me and you, Mon ange." His words vibrate through your whole body, his warm breath tickling your ear. When he's done he stands back up and walks back around to stand in front of you, the bends down to run his hands down your triceps to pull your arms out in front of you after previously resting on your lap. He continues on to hook your fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants and his underwear. "Take them off for me, mon amour." Learning from the previous instruction experience, you didn't hesitate with pulling at his pants, brain curious about what will follow. It wouldn't have been the first time you've seen Charles' dick, it just would've been the first time your focus was solely on it, so your excessive eagerness caused a lack of awareness and you were shocked to say the least when it hits you in the face. You flinch away from the appendage initially, but take him in your hand, semi-hard and pink tip glistening with the slightest bit of pre-cum. "You're little face was so adorable just then, mon ange. A little bit larger than you expected?"

He was. You had only seen him in passing. While he was changing or getting out of the shower, and when you did see him he was mostly soft, so seeing him up close, and seeing that as he grew harder from being under your observant gaze he was almost as long as your forearm, it was intimidating. "Yeah. Quite a bit bigger."

"Open your mouth. Stick your tonuge." Your mouth only begins to form the word why when your receive another harsh slap to your face. "Let's try this again. Open your mouth...and stick out your tongue." You do so immediately, looking up at him with a tear rolling down your face from the sting on your cheek that he wipes away with his thumb. "If you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are being, you should know that sluts do what they are told." His thumb continues to gently caress your tingling cheek, but towards the end of his statement he begins to stroke himself slowly, dangerously close to your tongue. "Open a little wider, mon amour." You do as best as you can, your jaw already feeling sore and it hasn't even been a minute.

You try your best to not flinch when Charles guides himself into your mouth, but you didn't have to worry about it because once he felt he was in enough, he brought his right hand down to grab onto you ribboned ponytail to force his cock the rest of the way down your throat. Once your nose hit his pelvis he pulled back on your hair to remove your mouth from him, you making the most obscene gaging noise as he does so. A string of slobber momentarily connects you with the head of his cock before it drops of onto your chin and Charles swears it's the cutest thing he ever saw. "Let's see what your pretty throat can do, mon ange." His dick approaches your mouth again and on instinct you open your mouth, looking up at him as the pushes in, the thick vein that ran down his shaft gliding along your tongue.

The moment his dick hit the back of your throat, more tears began to fall from your eyes, but when you briefly look down, you saw that he still had a bit more of him to stuff down your throat before he reaches the depth he did before. Once he does finish stuffing your mouth, nose at his pelvis again, you rapidly tap at his thighs, making him pull out again. "Yes?" The way he asked way condescending, using the grip he had on your ponytail to make you look up at him. You were quite the sight. Mascara starting to run down your face and your lips and chin glistening from slobber.

"I couldn't breathe." Your whine was raspy and you could stop blinking your eyes as they burned from the mixture of tears and mascara.

"Oh, ma Cherie, focus on breathing through your your nose, okay?" You nod your head and then dutifully reopen your mouth allowing Charles to slide into your mouth again. You do as instructed, trying to focus on breathing through your nose, but soon that became more difficult as he employed his hips in getting his dick down your throat. The sound of your gagging and the sloppy sound of saliva spilling from your mouth with each thrust were a supplemental driving force in bringing him closer to cumming. For you, his grunts and groans, his praises ("You're mouth feels so nice, amour" "You look so cute like this, mon petit ange désordonné."), and the small glimpse you get of your head being forced up and down his cock in your pink framed mirror all did their part in making your pussy so wet that the juices started soaking through the dark fabric of the panties you still had on. You didn't realize that you were zoning out, having to use little brain power as your throat was being used, until he abruptly pulled out, yanking your head to make you look at him again, face more fucked out than before and he hasn't even fucked you properly yet.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to cum down your throat, but I still have to give mon petit ange what she was whining for." He releases your hair and finally steps out of his pants in order to walk over to your pile of stuffed animals. "Ass in the air for me, Mon amour. And here, for your head." He tossed the same Hello Kitty plushie that used to hide his boner during the YouTube video to you and you absentmindedly do as told, enjoying the idea of giving your upper body a break. The way you positioned yourself had you facing the mirror on the closet, so Charles was able to see your tired messy face laying on the plush Sanrio character as he got behind you and pulled the black thong you still had on to the side revealing and sliding his fingers through your already slick folds. You flinch and whimper when the callous pads of his index and middle fingers graze and briefly rub your clit. "Tell me what you want, amour. Use your words."

"Want you to fuck me, sir." You were near falling asleep from the surprising amount of energy that was exerted having your throat used by Charles, but you were still determined to get what you wanted from this entire endeavor.

"Just wanted to check." He removes his fingers from your clit and adds what juices he did gather from you to his cock that was still slick from your mouth. He the line himself up with your entrance that was fully exposed for him and with little to no warning begins to push inside you. He still knew better than to rush it, slowly pushing himself past your folds, but not stopping until he filled you to the hilt. "You're so fucking tight, mon ange. Baise-moi."

"Wait, Charles. You're-I-" He wasn't all the way in when you began talking but once he's finished pushing inside you, you let out the most guttural groan he has ever heard from you. But you still comitted the grave offense of not calling him the right name, so the hard smack you received on your ass brought back the high pitched whine he's heard time and time again. "Sir! Sorry, sir!"

"It's okay, mon amour. I know it was an accident." He has yet to attempt to move, the grip your pussy had on him made him briefly question if it was even possible, but before he tried he bent down as much as he could to get as close to your ear as possible. "I gonna fuck you like the little slut you want to be. Give mon petit ange exactly what she wants." Your ponytail had flared out over you face, so Charles reached to move your hair out of your face before straightening his back again and griping your ass firmly to finally back his hips out and thrust inside you again. You let out similar groans after each slow thrust he gives, whimpering after a while and wiggling your hips a bit to see if you were able to make how full Charles had you feeling more comfortable.

"You feel so deep. I think I feel you in my tummy..." Everything you said came out whiney as you cuddled your head into the plush beneath it. You were completely oblivious to the curiosity you just sparked in your boyfriend, that is until you feel his arm reach across just above your breasts to lift you up so your back was pressed against his chest, now getting the clearest view of yourself being fucked in the pink decorated mirror.

"Let me see." He hitched his hips into you and his eyes couldn't believe what he saw. "Mon amour, look," He moved his right arm underneath your breasts so he could use his left hand to make you look at yourself in the mirror. He pulled out and thrusted into you again and so you could watch as his dick pressed into your stomach, making the bottom of your tummy poke out slightly. "You can see me in your tummy. That is adorable, mon amour!" It was like this sight flipped on another switch in his brain, a switch adjacent to the one that has made him act so cruel. His thrusts became quicker as he reached for your hand to place on top of the disappearing and reappearing bulge. "Keep you hand there amour, I want you to feel how well I'm fucking you."

"Yes, sir." You moan out as best you could, working to make sure your hand doesn't get knocked from it spot. Charles adjusts his arms so that he had a firm grip on you and a hand that could easily reach your clit. Immediately upon beginning to rub, you start to whine and whimper like when you were close to coming when he fingered you or ate you out. In fact, he knew these specific moans meant he would have to brace for a mess.

"Are you gonna cum for me, amour? Make a mess all over your pretty pink room?" His warm breath and thick accent turned your brain to mush, so all you could do to answer was nod, but you felt his grip around you tighten after you do, your only indication that you did something wrong. "Oh, mon ange. If you want to be a good little slut for me, you have wait for me to tell you when to cum. Now you have to wait for me."

You wanted to cry. All the other times he was cruel to you in this fashion it was at least after you got to orgasm a couple times. But denial was an entirely different beast that had tears running down your face as wordless whines erupt from your chest.

"Amour, you feel so good around me. I could fuck you forever. I can't believe I was missing this." You both were in your own worlds, so as he spoke and rambled on about how good it felt to fuck you and how cute and dazed you looked, you brain turned it into white noise, trying hard to focus on the instruction that Charles gave you. You wanted so desperately to be good for him.

"I'm gonna cum, amour. Cum so deep inside you. Make that tummy bulge stay for a while. My first time fucking you and I get to fuck a baby in you." He became progressively less coherent, and surprisingly more french, the closer he got to cumming, and the combination of the warm feeling of cum spurting inside of you and the quick movement of Charles' fingers on your clit that came with his reaction brought you over your prophesized edge, the a mixture of squirt and cum coating your thighs. Charles keeps his firm grip on you as you ride out your shaking orgasm, still coming down from his own high, sprinkling kisses along the side of your neck and whispering praises in both English and French. "You are so perfect for me amour. Mon parfait petit ange."

"I love you, Daddy." You reach back and tangle you fingers in his hair to bring him in for a sloppy kiss, face still messy from the start of the evening.

"I love you too, mon ange. I'll, uh, make more of an effort to tell you you're sexy more often." He maneuvers himself to be able to lift you up into a bridal hold, giving you a small peck on the forehead.

"You don't have to. Cute is just fine. I promise not to be so much of a brat." You wrap your arms around his neck and lean in for a near make out session, giving a few deep kisses that allowed you to tangle your tongue with his.

"I like when you're a little bratty. It is actually very adorable, because you don't do it very well." He chuckles while bracing for a couple of slaps on the chest from you.

"Oh, also, the, uh, baby thing...were you serious?" He began to finally make his way to the bathroom as you inquired about the words he said during his orgasm rambling.

"I guess we'll see, won't we?" This time he stifles his chuckle but doesn't conceal the large grin that grows on his face at your shocked face, kissing the crease between your brows. "Come, mon ange. Let's get you cleaned up."

[gabessquishytum]

Cow!Hob likes blueberries and there is this patch of berries in the gardens of the Endless cat manor up the hill. Kitties and cows don't really mingle much, though they all live in the same town, and shop at the same Tescos, and go to the same schools. And Hob tries not to sneak over the fence and munch on the blueberries too much, but they're free and more or less out in the open....

🐮🩷🐈‍⬛️❤️

During one of Hob's stealth blueberry missions (he might have had that spy cat movie - Meow-ssion Impossible - music playing in his head as he hopped the fence), Hob bumps into a very pretty kitty.

Dream: You do know you're trespassing? Not even very well, I might add.

Hob: 😍 pretty *cough* Hi, I'm Hob. Do you want to share some of my blueberries?

Dream: They're not your blueberries, they're mine.

Hob: Do you want to share some of your blueberries.

Dream: You are not as charming as you think you are.....Fine. let's share. Then you leave.

Hob hung out with his pretty kitty all afternoon.

Next time Hob jumps the fence, he brings some of his milk to share.

I'm obsessed with this ask and the whole universe you built so quickly for us - the tesco and the meow-sion impossible, omg 😭😭 Hob being a himbo cow is also insanely cute, and I want to take him home!!!

Dream is not the sort of cat to have friends - he's very much the cat that walked by himself, if you know that story. But this irritating, trespasser of a cow, who has nearly cleared out his blueberry bushes, refuses to take no for an answer! He keeps coming back, and Dream... Well. He was going to call the cops but a) the cops are usually dogs, and Dream doesn't much like dogs and b) the cow brought a flask of milk on his second visit, and Dream may now be a little addicted.

So, it's a mootually beneficial arrangement. Hob gets his blueberries and Dream gets his milk. And they talk. Dream eventually opens up about what a rough time he's had recently. He's only just returned to the Endless Manor, and he isn't quite sure what he'll do with his life now. Hob suggests that they should go for a walk together and end it with a picnic, to which Dream begrudgingly agrees because he knows that Hob will bring milk for him. About halfway through the walk, Dream gets a bit tired, so Hob takes his hand and supports him the rest of the way.

Dream may be in love with a little more than just the milk, okay.

They have the most romantic picnic, and instead of drinking from the flask this time, Hob pulls up his shirt (the one that says "got milk?" on the front) and offers it straight from the source. And Dream discovers that there is absolutely nothing in the world as healing as sucking sweet milk from his cow (boy)friend's tit, having his ears rubbed, and watching the stars slowing emerging above <3

[kimis-gloves]

about me!!!

im alex or max, i use hers/theirs (or any) pronouns, im a proud hater papaya and tifosi !!

im a mere months away from legality (meaning ignore my smut spam likes…) my birthday is 10/10 (cus im a 10/10🌝#rizzy)

im from canada!!

im almost finished highschool & will be enrolling in culinary arts courses at my local college:3

i got into formula bc of a BOY WHO DOESNT EVEN TALK TO ME 💔 but were not gonna talk abt that… instead id rather talk about drivers and racing!! (stop yapping alex)

im a freakazoid at heart but normie irl💔

some other fandoms ive been in include mha (im ashamed), Haikyuu, Yuri on Ice, Banana fish, (ok NERD) (basically just a victim of the 2021 anime fan surge) Marvel/MCU, Hello Kitty/Sanrio & more!!

some other interesting facts ig is im neurodivergent, hardcore zaza lover, im a culinary student (oscar pls hmu for some chocolate soufflé) and im slowly becoming a certified tumblr girlie!! (i am now lisenced🤭) i was in my schools specialized art program for 3 years, im hard of hearing & also bisexual!

my favourite music artists are $uicideboy$ (4 years in a row theyve been my #1 on spotify wrapped) Taylor Swift and Alice in Chains (i dont rlly listen to artists just a bunch of mixed playlists tbh)

my dream job is to first own my own private cooking practice and then working my way up into being a private cook for motorsport/f1 teams, its a big dream but i believe i can do it.

PLEASEEE BE MY FRIEND IM SUPER COOL AND FUNNY AND WILL TALK ABT F1 HOTTIES FOR HOURS😍😍🙏🙏

maybe one day ill do a face reveal, i have posted my face on this acct before but ive deleted them, but i dont mind sharing my social medias with mutuals:D

[scaredgirlsilly]

Gabriel took me on THE BEST DATE EVER!!!!!!!! He took me to the ULTRAKILL Credits Museum!!!!!!!!

I've wanted to go ever since I was a little bot!! I can't believe how amazing he is 🥹 I only got a few pictures cause I just couldn't look away from his beautiful face!! But I couldn't NOT capture at least some moments of this day so we can look back at it when we're older 🥰🥰 so here's some of the highlights 😁

Here he is in front of the statue of the CEO of New Blood! (Also hes so tall 🥵 HES ALL MINE LADIES YOU CANT HAVE HIM!!)

Our first stop was, of course, himself 🤣 you know sometimes I think he's his own favorite person, but I can't really blame him since hes mine too 🥰😍

And since we were there, we decided to pay Minos a visit 😝 I kept telling Gabriel to get down from there and that we are gonna get in trouble but I can't say no to a face like that 🥰🥰 but you can't tell anyone 🤫🫣

Suck it Minos you big ol nerd!!!!!!!! 😝😝😝😝

Next he took me to see the aquarium, probably one of the most romantic things a man can take you to 🥰🥰 He was cracking me up with all this talk about a size 2 fish that I felt like a fish out of water I could barely breath 🤣 If you are gonna stay with someone for the rest of your lives, make sure its with someone with a sense of humor ☺️😚

We then went to see a movie. I thought it was kinda boring (I mean. The movies about me 🙄😝) but he made it pretty fun if you know what I mean 😉🤭🥵

We couldn't sit through the whole movie with all our fooling around so we decided to go have some fun in the bathroom (No pics you perverts!! But I will say it was Amazing 🥵😵‍💫)

Then we got to go on a picnic with Hakita himself!!!! 😲🤯😵‍💫 Gabriel seemed unimpressed but Hakita's been my hero since I was a little bot so I was starstruck. I probably majorly embarrassed myself but I don't care 😝 How many people get the chance to meet their hero??

AND a surprise visit from kitty???? Look at that adorable face 🥺🥺 Could this day get any better?? Gabriel tried to pet it but the cat hissed at him 😢 He tried to hide it but I could tell he was a little hurt by it. Even after all this my beautiful strong man has a soft side 🤗🥺

Yes Gabriel, I do 🥹🥺They have a little gazebo for mock weddings and I practically had to drag him there but I could tell thathe appreciated the gesture. And all of your favorite characters from Ultrakill were there too!! God I hope one day we can have our real wedding here 🥰🥹

After that Gabriel took me to see a sight I could only dream of 😍 Technically we aren't supposed to be here, but it was so beautiful and Gabriel was so amazing, it made me feel like a teenager again, breaking rules for love 🥰🥰

Gabriel, I love you. You make me the happiest bot in hell. Just one day with you beats a million lifetimes in heaven, and I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together.

[just-some-random-blogger]

still not over the fact that all your work is très magnifique 😍 (dont mind me binge reading at 4am)

if i may request, how do you think dream would react when his lover(reader) is very jumpy or easily flinches. we all know morpheus can be rather mysterious-in-the-shadows type and as someone with anxiety i feel like him popping out of no where will just make me jump all the time

Hold My Hand

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures, your measure for Dream giving you near death experiences involved a very particular accessory.

Word Count: >600

Warnings: some kinky inclinations lol, gender neutral!reader, kitty meow meow dream (real), pouty!dream, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: HHIHIHI IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY FICS ENOUGH TO LOSE SLEEP OVER IT ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BUT ALSO GET SOME SLEEP PLS T_T the gif is how i imagine dream apologizes for scaring you Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

I let out a long, exaggeratedly prolonged, scream when I feel someone come up from behind me in this dead end of the library. It was instantaneous, the hug and the concerned voice that came after.

I mean I really was scared, but still, I was 100% sure I was born dramatic. I heaved heavily as I leaned into the embrace of the being behind me.

Dream cranes his neck down to kiss the side of my neck, "I apologize, my dear," he speaks with genuine guilt, "I was only thinking about how you told me you enjoyed back hugs and I could not help myself."

"It's fine," I sigh deeply, placing the book in my hand back in the shelf.

Dream, although he knew I was not making an attempt to leave him, pulls me back, as if unwilling to have a fraction of space between us. I chuckle, "alright, alright, gimme a sec, geez."

Once the book is back in its spot, I twist in his arms and position myself into a comfortable embrace, cheek pressing against his chest.

Dream tightens his hold, relaxing against me; his previous guilt of rousing my anxiousness finally seemed to leave him.

I can't help but chuckle when he nuzzles against my head, "rough day?"

He hums, "everything is suddenly bearable after I feel your touch."

I smile against him and pull back to show this. In contrast, he has his pouty lips curved down and it makes my brows raise, "what's wrong, Dreamy?"

"I do not enjoy the fact I keep agitating you when I phase to your side."

I snort, "well, actually," I pull away from him, "I may have a solution."

His brows furrow, appalled by the fact I was pulling away from him. His frown deepens.

"Dream," I chuckle, "I'm literally still right here, please, I just need to get something out of my pocket."

A line between his brows forms. He barely loosens his tight grip on me. I cannot help but press my lips as I look at him in amused annoyance.

"Here," I say, as a pull out a tiny choker and dangle it between our faces.

Dream averts his attention, furrowed brows raising.

"I had a cat once," I start, undoing the clasp of the necklace, "she was so sneaky, my family did not know peace until we gave her a bell."

I bring my hand over his shoulders, placing the black and gold thing around his neck. I rise to my toes and look over Dream's shoulder when I do this. Once I am done securing it, I release a sigh and fall flat on my feet. "Now," I smile, grabbing his cheeks, "I might find peace with your bell."

Dream looks down at the choker. I grab the bell at the center so that he could see it, but I'm unsure he does.

His hands travel up my back as he averts his gaze back upon me, "if it can rid of my jump scare tendencies-"

I snort at his use of my term.

"- then I am happy to wear it."

I break into a fit of giggles when he leans in and peppers my face with kisses. As innocent as those were, my breathing begins to grow heavy when his lips trail down my neck, "Dream... Lucienne might catch us again..."

Meanwhile Matthew's head cocks from side to side as he looks for bright ringing sound he could not for the life of him find. "Lucienne, am I going bonkers, or do you also hear that bell ringing?" "I thought you were already bonkers." "Lucienne, I'm serious-" Matthew's beak stays open when he sees Dream pass by out of nowhere. "D-Did you- did he- is he wearing a collar?" "Matthew, Dream is a consenting adult-- in fact, he's much older than that." Safe to say, the sound of the bell was so much more hard to ignore now.

[theboarsbride]

Lady Kitty when she has a nightmare of Sir John's one-legged ghost wailing and screaming while dragging himself onto her bed, a corpse of ice and arctic horrors, only to have her wake up and think it was all a dream😍

(Featuring a potential idea of this St. Bernard dog that John gave Kitty shortly before leaving on the expedition that I've been calling "Boof" because that's the sound he makes when he barks)

[the-ghost-bracket]

Thomas Thorne propaganda:

"he's the most dramatic little bitch. Thomas: "Do you really want to know what vexed me?" Everyone: "No!" Thomas: "Fine I'll tell you. Lord Byron was my greatest foe. If I had flesh and this were Byron himself, I would damn well run him through. He stole my verse, my destiny, and now he is to steal the woman of my dreams". Kitty: "You say every woman is the woman of your dreams." Thomas: "I have a lot of dreams. And most of them are about women. Apart from the one where I have the body of a crab.""

"definition of a pathetic little meow meow. played by mathew baynton 😍🥵😩🥰🤤"

"He's the ghosts of a regency poet and he's a dramatic little loser and I love him"

"just will not shut up ever and i love him for it, regency era but if given the choice to wear anything he wanted he said he’d wear double denim with aviators so make of that what you will, has a lot of dreams and most of them are about women (except for the one where he has the body of a crab), another fundamentally silly ghost, poet (derogatory)"

"He is eternally an infatuated teenager and it's delightful."

[count-alucard-tepes]

What are the type of dream houses would the OP hotties like?

Did this already but I’ll do it for the new editions of hotties😍

Izou🔫🔫

He’d live in a modern style Japanese style home with elegant interior.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

He’d have a simple home where he can relax and be spending time in his garden.

Oven Charlotte 🍞

He’d have a home big enough for his siblings to visit and chill on the beach while having a barbecue.

Buggy🤡

He gonna have a circus themed home that looks really cool especially when our Buggy-sama becomes the king of the pirates!

Marco the Phoenix 🦅

He’d own a modern style wooden house that’s perfect for a bachelor that can fly.

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸

He’d have a simple apartment since he’s always on the go but it definitely has some upgrades with technology that he added to make his home more unique.

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕

He’d have something pretty posh but simple for his needs as a sexy single man with non-slip floors.

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹

He’d have a modern apartment that’s comfortable and with a lot of red elements to it for the this sexy kitty man.

Gecko Moria🦇

He’d have a gothic style mansion that looks like it’s Halloween all year long !

Iceburg💜

He’d have apartment in the city that’s quite artsy but not really.

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅

He would have a few of the most expensive mansions

[anxiouspineapple99]

15 QUESTIONS 💖🫢

Thank you for tagging me @sinfulsalutations and @starrylothcat 🥰🥰

were you named after anyone?

A soap opera star. I hate my name. Always have. I’ve considered starting to go by my middle because I love it but since I’m in my 30s idk if I want to go through the effort.

when was the last time you cried?

30 minutes ago because my kid has transitioned from her toddler bed to a big girl bed and I was deep in the feels about it.

do you have kids?

Yep one amazing daughter. And if you need a mom I’ll unofficially adopt you too.

I want one more but I don’t know if it’s in the cards for us. We’d have to do IVF with PGT and that’s pretty expensive.

do you use sarcasm a lot?

Far too much.

what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their body language. I have generalized anxiety disorder and social anxiety disorder and it’s my defense mechanism.

what’s your eye color?

Gray-blue with a brown ring around the pupil. When my husband and I were dating he told me my eyes reminded him of the sea before a storm (I KNOW! SWOON, RIGHT? 😍)

scary movies or happy endings?

Both. Depending on how scary the movie is, possibly right after each other lol.

any special talents?

I’m a pretty good cook. I can draw decently. I am a KILLER gift giver. Like you give me 10 or so general interests and some basics about your personality and 9/10 times I can find a unique gift that you will love.

where were you born?

California

what are your hobbies?

Reading, napping, video games, and traveling when possible are the consistent ones. But with my ADHD I cycle through various hobbies until they no longer provide dopamine to my brain and then they collect dust in the closet until I come back to it lol.

have any pets?

I have two senior kitty fur babies.

what sports do/have you played?

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Yeah I can’t sport.

how tall are you?

5’2” - travel sized for your convenience

favorite subject at school?

Uuuh…when in high school marching band,

When I was at uni for my bachelor’s degree I LOVED Psychology of Medicine.

Currently as a returning student? Probably pharmacology or medical terminology

dream job?

Small fries: a nurse

Big fries: I want to start a non profit that provides postpartum support for the first 5 years after birth. It would include house calls made by nurses or nurse practitioners, psychological support and referral, domestic violence support, 24/7 nurse line for questions, referral to social support services such as low income housing, WIC, and etc. Ultimately I’d want it to be free for low income and sliding scale for all others.

NPT: @deejadabbles @deewithani @blueink-bluesoul @sunshinesdaydream @isthereanechoinhere96 @ilovestarwarsmen725 @dystopicjumpsuit @freesia-writes @littlemissmanga @letsquestjess @wolffegirlsunite @a-streakofazure

[avictimsoath]

page 11

damn Tuesday came fast 😭 blinked and suddenly it was time for the next page

so if ur not sure what's happening here!! Sundancer is basically showing Naomi a vision of what exactly her plan is for her once she's down on Earth, kinda like a dream scenario sorta deal 😍

also got to use tons of my friends LOVELY oca for these panels 🥰🥰 I'll try and name all of em but idek if I can remember anymore 😭

Character(s) in order of appearance:

Brown and black molly with heterochromia: Naomi (she/her)

Golden and cream moaned molly with amber eyes: Sundancer (she/her)

other kitties (that likely won't show up again lmao)

Petaldance - owned by me, flame-point siamese

Silver tabby with scarred ears - @/hail._.sun 's oc!

cream color-point molly - also one of Sun's ocs!

Silver cat - Silvershrine (one of my friend fromgi's kitties!)

Lost's kitties:

Patchy dilute tortie - Bumblesnap

Black cat - Shade

Brown and white patched molly - Acornstorm

Silver and red tabby - Rosesplash

There's also several other random patterns I decided to include 😍 some of these aren't meant to be anyone specific! special thank u once again to my friends from Sunlit Prairies who let me use their kitties for this page 🥰🥰🥰

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[rachelillustrates]

15 people, 15 questions

Got tagged by @conkers-theficwriter ilu 💗

When was the last time you cried? Yesterday.

Do you have kids? BIG NOPE. No thank you.

What sports do you play/have played? BOXING ❤

Do you use sarcasm? Yup. Mostly in person, though, not in type.

What's the first thing you notice about people? How much taller they are than me.... and then because I am bad at numbers, everyone just gets lumped into "Lots taller."

What's your eye colour? Blue.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings.

Any talents? I know how to be kind. And I think I'm decent at drawing.

Where were you born? Niskayuna, NY, US.

What are your hobbies? Needlefelting. Creating playlists. Reading.

Do you have any pets? Yup! Sweet tortoise-shell calico kitty Leila Bean Booga Steve, etc (one cat, many names).

How tall are you? 4'10".

Favourite subjects at school? Art. I think I liked history, too? And also the Archery unit in gym class but eff every other part of gym class.

Dream job? Getting to draw and write full time, please. My own stories and pieces, not commissions. No offense to anyone who is waiting for a commission right now.

Non-obligatory tags for: ANYONE who wants to 😍

[paintedkinzy-88]

Pictuare a Leviathan!Dream whom is an octopus just like Nightmare, not Shattered Dream, just normal Dream being a pretty sparkly shiny octopus.

Also!!!! Love the kitties!! Such cute babies!!! 😍😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️❤️😍😍❤️😍

Ahhhhhhh like a golden octopus, very shimmery shiny boi ohmigoshhh.

I think there’s a type of yellow octopus that’s super poisonous??? If I remember right lmfao. Dream mer with a bit of a dangerous, threatening vibe to him huehuehue

And thank you!! Ahhh it’s been a few months, they’re so big now ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡ absolute demons too but that’s fine

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (24-30 Mar 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😊 Murder at the Island Hotel (Miss Underhay Mystery #15) (Helena Dixon, author; Karen Cass, narrator) - Kitty & Alice go to an island hotel to certify it for the local hotel owners assn & of course murder happens.

😍 Operation: Gros Michel (SquadOfCats) - 358K, stucky recovery fic - incredible, phenomenal fic - really digging in to trauma & recovery but in a way that doesn't feel too heavy/dark for very long - Steve's POV so we see his healing & recovery, and his finding purpose again. Amazing OCs. Plus a lot of really, really yummy sexy times. Reminds you that hope is an action, hope is hard, and hope has many manifestations of being. also makes you love Florida at least a little bit.

😊 Where The Inevitable Isn't (Survivah) - 41K, sterek, alternate dimension AU - enjoyable dimension hopping fic with Stiles Prime portaling to a more dystopic/gritty dimension where he & D are super together. I really liked the aspect that they could ping pong back & forth between dimensions, it wasn't just a one-time thing

💖💖 +121K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Deep Sea Diving (AidaRonan) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 5K - forever fave, comfort read

The Salt is All the Same (the_deep_magic) - The Eagle of the Ninth: Marcus/Esca, 23K - a really good omegaverse AU

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

D20: Adventuring Party - s2, e1-2 [Pirates of Leviathan]

Game Changer - s6, e4

Um, Actually - s9, e3

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Baron's Game" (s21, e12)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Big Clue Energy" (s16, e12)

D20: Mice & Murder - "It Was a Dark and Stormy Night" (s9, e1)

D20: Mice & Murder - "A Scandal in Britannia" (s9, e2)

D20: Mice & Murder - "A Time For Clues" (s9, e3)

D20: Adventuring Party - s4, e1-3 [Mice & Murder]

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

The Allusionist - 191. Hypochondria

Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #3: The Charter

Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #4: In the Drink

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep3 "The Charter" and ep4 "In the Drink"

Imaginary Worlds - Doctor Who's Power of Regeneration

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Vent Haven Museum

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire

Short Wave - What's It Like To Live In Space? One Astronaut Says It Changes Her Dreams

WikiHole - Battle of the Bay (with Moshe Kasher, Guy Branum and Grace Kuhlenschmidt)

Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #5: Water, Water Everywhere

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep5 "Water, Water Everywhere"

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Quiet On Set: The Dark Side Of Kids TV

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Ganvie Lake Village

⭐ Death, Sex & Money - The Very Hot Marriage of Niecy Nash and Jessica Betts

Vibe Check - Welcome to the Chaos

Ologies with Alie Ward - Disgustology (REPULSION TO GROSS STUFF) with Paul Rozin

Code Switch - Who does language belong to? A fight over the Lakota Language

99% Invisible #575 - Autism Pleasantville

Wiser Than Me with Julia Louis-Dreyfus - Julia Gets Wise with Sally Field

Fansplaining - Episode 219: Tropefest Speedrun

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - A Journey Around the World with Sebastian Modak

Shedunnit - Bonus: Thoughts on Spoilers

I Said No Gifts! - Harvey Guillén Disobeys Bridger

Imaginary Worlds- Class of '84: Rise of The Villains

Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #6: Fresh Fish

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Godzilla x Kong, Godzilla Minus One And What's Making Us Happy

Dear Prudence - My Partner Sticks Her Finger in Food to Taste Test It. Help!

Endless Thread - Shaq Time: Is Shaq OK?

Smart Podcast, Trashy Books - 608. Women as Shields and Scapegoats: Talking Kate Middleton with Melissa Blue

Consider This from NPR - A new biopic on Shirley Chisolm fills in the picture on a woman who broke barriers

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep6 "Fresh Fish"

You're Dead to Me - Mozart

I Said No Gifts! - "Weird Al" Yankovic Disobeys Bridger

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Chappell Roan

Disco 2024

Presenting Rob Zombie

Metal Radio • Pump-up

COWBOY CARTER [Beyoncé] {2024}

[georgiapeach30513]

How about a floof with Mimi and Papa alone? Just them looking at their family photo albums and reminiscing over the photos of their babies and grandbabies with their “remember this/remember when…?” and iconic “i love you, our life was worth it.” 🥰

Well, you know that today is the one year anniversary with the one shot, Desperate Affairs 😂 who knew that this little one shot was going to spawn into a series, but also a GIAGANTIC AU? I still remember coming back from Dollywood and just brainstorming what was going to happen in a one shot featuring Ransom and Andy. And never did I imagine all this a year later. Two days after the one shot, I got sick with covid, and was out of commission for 9 days, fevered the whole nine days, and just binged watched Chris Evans movies, I slept most of the time. But I had these crazy fever dreams with all the Chrises, thus, the Desperate Verse was born.

So without further adieu, lets look into Ransom and Kitten having a moment, with just Ransom and Kitten. No dogs, no kids, no babies. We know that Kitten went through a lot of pain to get to where she was, but she loves reminding her baby, that she would do it all over again to get this life.

Also in celebration of the one year anniversary, drop me an ask about ANYTHING in the verse. I'm hoping to get a lot more of my asks out this week. I miss my babies!

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Hugh Ransom Drysdale Was Worth It

Summary:  You and Ransom reminisce 

Pairings:  Ransom X Reader

Rating:  🥺😢😂😏😍

Warnings:  language, some touchy subjects (if you’ve read about Ransom and Kitten’s life, you already know) Ransom just being his ridiculous self, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.7K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Desperate Love Masterlist

You head towards Ransom’s favorite sitting room.  You had looked for that man for what felt like an hour, it was your least favorite thing about this big house.  Stopping in the doorway, to see him leaning over a photo album.  He takes a deep breath sighing, and you walk over to your pretty boy.  Still as handsome as the first day that you saw him in he-who-must-not-be-named’s office.  

Sure Ransom had a few more lines on his face, but most were around his eyes from the happy life that you guys had made for yourself.  His hair was thinning, he had bits of gray in his hair and beard, but you found him more attractive than ever.  When you thought about forever with someone, it was always with him.

Stepping up behind him, he leans back to look up at you, and you give him his favorite, upside down kiss.  Walking around the sofa to see him looking at pictures from the day that Iris Jade Barber became Iris Jade Drysdale.  Ransom had never hesitated to adopt your sweet, sleepy girl.  And in a short time, she became his sweet, sleepy girl.  You might have had a good relationship with Iris, but her daddy was her hero.

“I remember this day like it was yesterday.  I was so nervous.  I was afraid that Frank would contest it at the end.  He didn’t  You know, I don’t know if I’ve ever thanked him.  I couldn’t have done it.  I didn’t even want to share him with Icy, and she’s not mine.”

“Yeah, she is,” you assure him.  “She became yours the moment you felt her and Aster move in my belly.  I saw your eyes, Ran.  You wanted them.  Both of them.  Aster definitely has your outgoing personality, but Iris is your tender cuddle bug.  Remember when I told you I wished that neither were yours?” 

His head whips over to glare at you, “You gotta bring up the bad stuff?”

“The bad stuff is what lead us to this,” you say flipping over a few pages to you and him on your wedding day.  Aster on your hip, and Iris on his, while the two of you are lip locked, and Aster is making a gagging face.  “If we didn’t have that bad stuff, would we have even met?  If you weren’t getting in trouble with the law, would I have met you at his office?”

“No.  You would have met me at that bar.  The first night that I made that kitty cat purr.  How many times did we fuck?” you shove an elbow in his side, and he laughs, “I thought I was going to have the best sex of my life with no strings attached, and now look at us.  Five kids later, and too many grandkids to count.  By the way, your daughters are too fertile.”

“My daughters?  They’re mine when it’s something negative, huh?  My son also seems to be quite fertile, you don’t see me complaining do you?  I like the woman that made him settle down.  Our daughters could have done a lot worse than what they have.  Hell, a few of them did.”

“Yeah, my spawn didn’t settle down until Christopher.  God, I wish I could have taken away all of their pain.  All of it.  Aster’s need to feel like she had to get married, had to have babies.  And then that partying phase with the sperm donor.  The only good thing about that relationship was Ellie.  But man, the many times I wanted to fucking murder Mickey.  We could have done it.  Carter almost...nothing.  Carter doesn’t like him either.”

You cock up an eyebrow at him.  You knew that him, Blade, Carter, and even his arch nemesis Curtis had a bit of a mafia type friendship.  People who crossed them, or mostly their women, well it didn’t end well for them.  

“Or our Icy,” you sigh.  “If I could have taken away some of that pressure she put on herself.  Her perfectionist personality, and that constant feeling of not knowing who she was or where she fit in.  That nearly two years without the only man she will ever love.  I know you say you hate that boy sometimes, but you love James so much.  He’s a good daddy, good husband, he’s been so good to our other babies.  We don’t deserve James Carter in our life.”

“Ugh,” Ransom shakes his head, “Don’t remind me.  I love the kid, I just didn’t want him so romantically involved with my baby.  She finally told me she wished her and ‘Jamey’ would have waited until they were older when they started messing around.  She feared that Posie was going to be like her.  She wasn’t until that Numb Skull.”

“Or Blade and his speech.  I know your mother ragged on him about it, but there are days I wish I had it back.  When Otto popped out with the impediment, but not the stuttering, it was like having my baby back,” your finger traces over an infant picture of Blade.  Ransom looking so proud, and overcome with joy.  His face a red and blotchy mess, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the baby.  Your son had been carved out of Ransom’s ass, but got more of your personality.  “And then he became a dessert loving whore.  I’m glad I didn’t know all those hussies.  Even though, I’ll take his Boston Cream Pie any day of the week.  God, she’s perfect for him.  I didn’t want to like her, because she was taking my baby away from me.  My only boy.”

You have to stop, wiping your tears away when the next photo is an ultrasound of Anders.  One of the only photos you have of your sweet baby boy.  His thumb in his mouth, and you swear that he favored Ransom as well.  “Do you ever think about him?”

“Everyday, Kitten.  But would we have had Story or Lucy?”

“I think, we would have had more.  Blade and Lucy were my only pregnancies that weren’t traumatic.  I wanted him, so much.”

“We have an AJ,” Ransom smiles at you.

“We have an Anders Jefferson.  That little rolly baby,” Ransom gives you a big hug.  You adored all your grandbabies, but there was something special, and kindred with Anders Jefferson.  When you were around, there was no one else.  It was like you finally got your chance to have your second baby boy.

“What about my Princess Story book,” Ransom stares at a picture of the two of you standing over her incubator.  Her tiny little body looking cold as she cried for someone to hold her.  The nurses could never get in their fast enough, and you ached to hold that tiny baby against your chest always.  “I never thought that she was going to be the one that gave us trouble.”

“Your dad,” you giggle because it was never Richard that made the comment, “Harlan.”

“He was my dad.”

“Well, Harlan always said she was so much like you.  If you had been given the chance to be as free as she was.”

“My itty bitty baby got my addiction.  Sex, drugs, alcohol,” you hated thinking about that time of Story’s life.  Your baby just up and missing for over a year, and you saw her again as a withered shell of her former glory.  She was always the happiest of your babies, and her light was dull.  

“Yeah, but she had my taste in men.”

“Shut up.”

“You gonna deny it?  Let’s see, Carter is like you.  Dayton, well he’s his father incarnate, and I don’t even want to know what all that asshole was doing to her.  Nate, he is like Frank.  She did love Nate, and he loved her, was good for her, but in the end he did what needed to be done for her to be with Carter.  Chase, good lord he was just like Bryce.  Pompous and needy.  He was rich and he knew it.”

“What about her Frank? Or Beau?  Or Jefferson?”

“Well, she was never in love with Beau.  She did that boy wrong, but they’ve worked through it.  Jefferson was her Jake Wyler,” Ransom snorts, and makes a mental note to bring that letterman jacket back out.  “Frank, I don’t even know.  Story was broken in that time.  I don’t know if she considers him a boyfriend.”

The two of you glance through some more of the photos of you as a family of four, and then there’s a picture of your feistiest child.  Your fallen angel, Luciana Violet Drysdale.  The one that kept you on your toes, was a wild one with everyone, but you saw that sweet side come out.  The prettiest baby with hair as dark as Ransom’s.  Your honey eyed beauty.  

“That is your chunkiest birth baby,” you laugh because she was too big.  It’s funny to think that she was now your shortest baby.  Even shorter than Iris with the biggest personality.  “God, she was beautiful.  It was like I knew that was in fact my last little Drysdale.  I never wanted to stop having kids with you.”

“I know, baby.  I felt like she completed us.  And just think, Posie came only seven years later.  We had us another pretty baby.”

“Everyone thinks she’s this strong and opinionated child, and she is, but,” he flips over to Story and Lucy curled up in Story’s canopy bed together.  One of the few ways to keep Story out of your bed, was Lucy.  Flipping around another page, Lucy was on the ground of the garden, while Harlan told her a story.  Her drawing always reflected whatever it was that he was telling her.  He was always amazed at the imagination she had.  

Your favorite, was Lucy, and her tiny little hand, in Harlan’s wrinkled one, walking through the garden.  Him telling her all about the special flowers that he put in there.  And Lucy’s favorite napping place was on Ransom’s chest.  Ransom had taken more time off from working to spend time with Lucy and Harlan.  He knew how fast those precious moments flew by, and knew that Harlan was reaching the end of his days.  Those three were always together.

Harlan never let a day go by without telling Ransom how proud he was of him.  The two of them would sit in his study playing Go, while a baby Lucy chewed on Ransom’s signet ring.  So many times after Harlan passed, Ransom wished he could hear him say he was proud of him again.  Or use Go as a way to work through life’s problems.  Harlan was always good at things like that.  Ransom always questioned his parenting skills, but he had five happy kids to show he did something right.

“Oh baby, look,” you show him a picture of Ransom giving Carter his signet ring, the very ring that now rested on your youngest Baizen grandson’s finger.  The ring that was worn by every Baizen boy, and soon will be retired and into the vault until Otto had a son.  Carter’s silvery blue eyes looking up at Ransom with tears in them, while Ransom tried to be the man that acted like he didn’t care.  He cared too much for Carter sometimes.

"You had to show me a thing like that didn’t you?”

“You made him so happy, though.”

“He made me happy,” you wipe off a bit of your tears, and want him to proceed his train of thought.  “I didn’t have to be in that kid’s life.  He didn’t have to like me, but he valued me over his own parents.  I know, I am definitely better than them, but Kitten, we gave that boy a childhood.  God, he drove me crazy sometimes, with his Mr. Drysdale, refusing to call me Ransom.”

“It was a sign of respect, baby.”

“It was a sign of fear.”

“Wrong.  He never feared you,” he turns to glare at you, and you laugh.  “Okay, he feared you a few times, but growing up he didn’t fear you.  See,” a picture of Ransom with both Carter and James asleep on his chest makes you wish for these moments again.  “I had brought the girls back from gymnastics.  I had to take Blade with me, but look at you.”

Carter and James’ face both messy with ice cream, and a half eaten pizza on the table.  “You loved those boys.  If Carter Baizen feared you, he wouldn’t have fallen asleep on you like that.  That chocolate cheek getting your shirt dirty.  He was always going to be in our family.  Just like James.  The boy you went behind my back, and helped Stevie get full custody.”

“The one I also paid for Marta to adopt him,” just like the picture of Ransom and Iris, a sweet picture of a five-year-old James hugged up to his mama, and Marta was a crying mess.  She had littered kisses all over James’ face, but he couldn’t get enough.  “Yeah, those boys were always going to be in our lives.  Story and Iris could have done worse.”

“They found men that reminded them of you,” Ransom shakes his head starting to cry.  Mentioning his daughters growing up always hurt him the worst.  “Aster, too.  The man that she fell for, you hand picked for her.  Remember the months we had to listen to Beck did this, Beck did that.  Beck is so amazing.  And our sweet Ellie belly fell for him first.  Beck was falling for a woman he didn’t even know because of you and Ellie.  Even Chris.  Did you ever think you would let your twenty-year-old daughter move a boy in this house?” 

Ransom shakes his head no.  Chris was far from anything like Ransom.  “He doesn’t look anything like you.  What with the tattoos, and piercings.”

“I’ve got piercings!”

“Yes, baby, you’ve got piercings.  Chris has everything pierced.  I’m sure there’s holes in his body with no piercings.  But I’m talking about his ease at comforting Lucifer.  I knew he was the one, when she stopped coming to me, just to be held for an hour.”

“She still did that?” you nod your head at him.  Just like Ransom and Harlan had a tender relationship with Lucy, so did you.  

“She’ll still do it every now and then, but typically it’s Chris’ arms she wants.  That big man just has to wrap his arms around her, give her a little squeeze, and she breathes easier.”

“That’s what you were doing?  You were squeezing our daughter to death?  And don’t you dare call me ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

“I’m not.  You’re just ridiculous.”

“I’ve got a new bottle of blue pills.  How long you wanna go?”

“Ransom Drysdale!  Are you never gonna stop wanting to have sex with me?”

His lip curls up in disgust and he shakes his head no, “Looking at these photos kind upset your baby, and he needs comfort from your pussy and your boobies, please give me that.  I just want, no, I need comfort, Kitten.  Please, let me make her purr.”

“Sweet moments are always ruined by your horny self.”

“You know, sex isn’t just for me.  I don’t hear you being all flat, it’s always, ‘Yes, baby.  Ran right there.’ I have had you screaming my name for one hundred years.”

“We’re not that old.”

“And we’ve been married for ninety.”

“That number is wrong, too.”

“And right now, I just want to play with my Kitty Cat.  Please, please, please?”

You roll your eyes laughing.  Getting up to go make you a cup of coffee, “What are you doing?”

“Giving myself some energy so I can have sex with you.”

“Oh!  Let me take my blue pill, that I don’t need, I just want to make sure things are nice and long lasting for you.”

“You know, sometimes ten minutes is plenty.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Ran, we have had sex for...” you stop to count on your fingers how long it had actually been.

“Eh,” he raises his eyebrow smiling really big at you, “Just say it’s been a hundred years.  I don’t need to know the actual number, I just need to know that you’re the only cunt that I’m sinking my cock into until the end of time.”

“Okay, yeah.  Until the end of time.  Your cock, my pussy.  You want some coffee?”

“Yeah, bring some cookies and snacks in here.  We’re having a marathon!”

“You’re so ridiculous, baby!”

“But you love me!” he says as he rushes into the bedroom.  And you really do.  You love every part of Ransom.  Every moment with him.  And if you had to do it again just to have these sentimental to sexual moments, you would do it again and again.  Because Hugh Ransom Drysdale and your family was worth it.

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Oh! I forgot some! 🙈🫣

Will they be any cheesy, fluffy, playful moments with Oliver, Stevie and the newest arrival?

And why was Astrid worried about telling Steve her news? Did she somehow not realise the extent of his infatuation with her? (BTW, him hurting himself to get her attention was So SWEET and romantic and SO biker!Steve 😍) Was the paperwork even about *gasps* a possible termination??? 😱

*checks overall number of asks and anticipates Betty’s finger hovering over the block button*

Hi Kittie!

I'll be honest, I'm not great at writing babies and kids, I mean even the baby in the final chapter wasn't actually real in my head, I imagined them carrying around a little prop baby. I LOVE writing about Ollie though, because he is just the best, so he will have his time to shine in the epilogue for sure.

As close as Astrid and Steve are, there were definitely communication issues between them, especially in regard to the fact that Astrid never wanted to "hold him back" from having a big family. She made that decision for him, and it was made out of love, but if given a choice, Steve would've probably chosen differently. I believe she was nervous to tell him about the pregnancy because Steve seemed pretty content with his himbo lifestyle, and she wasn't sure how the new dynamic would work. I think she let her thoughts run wild, as I'm sure a lot of new mothers might if they weren't expecting it like..."oh shit, can I do this?"

I am strongly for a woman's right to choose, but in this case, Astrid would've kept the baby no matter what, even if Steve didn't want to be involved (which is an absolutely insane possibility to even ponder, I know). Being a mother was always a dream of hers, and I know she'll make a great one.

It makes me cry happy tears that people still want to talk about this story, so I'm always eager to answer any questions, especially from you love ❤️