#The way I EAT UP THESE CRUMBS is embarrassing at this point

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[𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡'𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙨]

𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘛: 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘶𝘢𝘯

g/n reader

: both jing yuan and reader are young children here, jing yuan is pining (ineffectively) at the reader

: approximately 465 words (chat gpt said so)

Jing Yuan is late again. At this point, it is a familiar routine: he'd run in with sweat beading up at his forehead- Jingliu would throw a faded hankie at his face, urging him to wipe it off with a glance before nagging at him- "what's your reason this time?" "Did you oversleep?" "Did you go to eat your breakfast at Mr Zhang's store again? The queue is too long there. Go eat at the canteen instead- you children are too whiny about soldier rations."

The truth is, Jing yuan never oversleeps and he always skips breakfast. It isn't a military regime he put himself on at all, no. If Jingliu knew that the brat in front of him was skipping breakfast, she would order the senior guards to eat breakfast with him. He would have to suffer from indigestion for the next few weeks (the senior guards adores picking on the apple-cheeked boy) until Jingliu is finally convinced that the brat will listen.

.

But he won't ever listen because Jing Yuan has a long route to take that he can't afford to miss. Your route. Well, not your route. It's the route through Cloudford. For context: where Jingliu expects him to be at every dawn is miles away. But this lovesick boy remains stubborn, he travels the route to Cloudford with a boyish grin- a blush would bundle up at his round cheeks when he spots you in your familiar attire, your uniform stained with food crumbs from your rush.

"[Name]! Wait up!" And when you do stop, a pretty sight is granted to you- perhaps a morning call from the Eons? There's no way anyone can remain nonchalant and sleepy at the sight of this messy haired, toothpaste decorated face, "Are you heading to class? I heard that your Master brought over some swords he specifically commissioned from the Artisanship Commission! I saw! Let me spoil you in a bit of the fun- one of them is fully jaded, and another-"

He definitely rushed to see you.

"Shouldn't you be going to yours? Miss Jingliu would kill you if she knew that you're all the way at Cloudford right now, Jing Yuan."

His eyes crinkled from the widening of his smile at the call of his name, "She'll survive! Let me walk you there-"

"Jing Yuan. Your cloud knight training?"

Oh eons, did you not hear his plead this morning? Jing Yuan turned slowly, adjusting his attire- trying not to slouch in fear. Getting scolded in front of the other Cloud knights is not as embarrassing and as tear-jerking as it is in front of you. Not to mention, his master knows all the grimy details under his sleeves.

And there she was, in her glory- her sharp eyes piercing his through one strike. He bends over immediately, face apologetic- catching glimpse of your smiling face, clearly amused by the scene taking place in front of you.

"You have toothpaste on your face, boy," Jing Yuan's face flushed red at the newly learned information. Ah crap, did you see that? He glances at your face briefly- yeah, you definitely did. Curse his heart- he was so excited to talk to you he stumbled at basic cleanliness.

"I think it makes him cute, you shouldn't have told him, Miss Jingliu," You hum. You are one of the few unaffected by the intimidation his master poses- your frequent rendezvous with Jing Yuan hyper-exposed you to Jingliu's more reasonable sides.

"[Name], go to class. Your master is waiting for you," Jingliu turns to him, and he immediately regrets not shifting his gaze down at his feet earlier," As for you," she waits for you to go, "Confess soon. I don't want to keep chastising you on your... inconvenient hobbies."

A smile blooms at his face at that.

"Yes Master! Duly noted!"

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william v.s. darius . . . darius vogel END 🪽

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— cw: none, but you’ll definitely find out a thing or two about darius here.

Kate: I’ll go with Darius to find the boy. I would like to support him as someone who’s familiar with the streets here.

Darius: That makes me happy to hear. It was also because of you that we were so close to catching him too.

William: Indeed. I’m sure you will find it heartening to have the little robin accompany you to assist with the streets around here.

W: Kate.

W: You are one to jump to the fray for others, but you are also a clever little robin who never forgets about us and returns to her nest.

W: I am confident you won’t get lost on your way.

I stared back at the eyes fixed straight on me.

Kate: Alright, leave it to me.

(I will cooperate with Darius, as Crown’s fairytale keeper.)

Darius: You’re a reliable one, aren’t you. Well then, let’s venture down these streets, miss fairytale keeper.

After running the streets for a little while——

Darius: Oh? What’s this?

Darius pointed to something ahead of him, where on the stone pavement, it looked like some pebbles were all in one place.

It was an unnatural sight, to be sure, so we stopped to scrutinize it.

Kate: Are these... plum seeds?

Darius: From that box he flipped over, I take it.

Kate: Oh, then maybe it’s a trace that boy left behind after eating them?

Darius: Likely so. See, look over there, there are some more scattered over there.

Darius was looking toward a place ahead of us, but...

Kate: Umm... I’m really sorry, but I can’t see that far...

Darius: Ahh, is that so? I happen to have extremely good eyes. Oh, and a good sense of smell, too.

Kate: Oh, wow! I’m pretty jealous.

Darius: Mhm, it’s really convenient.

With an innocent smile on his lips, he looked at me with those honey-colored eyes,

and for some odd reason, I felt that those very eyes were looking down from above, in a place somewhere far off.

(...Is it because he said his eyes were good? No, I feel like there’s something more to it.)

Darius: Ah, I spot some pie crumbs. On the miss fairytale keeper’s cheeks.

Kate: Huh?

Darius: Hehe, over here.

He reached toward me,

and his gloved hands wiped it off.

Kate: T-thank you very much...

(Ack, that’s so embarrassing...! Does that mean it has always been on my cheeks?)

I felt my cheeks turning redder and redder, but I couldn’t move until Darius withdrew his fingers from me.

Darius: This path might have been the correct one.

When we hurried on——

I spotted a small back enter through a hidden entrance in the back road.

Darius: That’s him.

Kate: That road’s exit leads back here after a while.

K: If it’s alright, could you head to the exit up ahead and cover the path there?

K: I’ll go in to directly chase after him to drive him to the exit.

Darius: So I see. We’re using the pincer movement here, yes?

Trying to keep as quiet as possible, I moved with quick steps.

When I did, eventually I could hear another set of footsteps.

(...There he is.)

Up ahead was a place where sunlight couldn’t filter through, and up ahead I spotted the small back of that boy.

Slightly dirty boy: !!

The boy, having sensed my presence, turned back, and surprised, he ran off.

I, too, ran after him, closing the distance between him and the exit.

And in the path the boy was taking, it was as though an angel’s wings had spread——

Darius’ coat fluttered, blocking the way.

Darius: Would you not say it’s about a good time to accept your defeat?

Slightly dirty boy: F-for what!? Because I sure don’t know...

Darius: You nabbed her things, did you not?

Slightly dirty boy: Grk, I-I don’t remember stealing anything!

Darius: But I do. I saw you bump into her before putting your hand in her skirt pocket.

Slightly dirty boy: ...!

Darius: Oh, that’s not all either. You also stole some plums in the midst of a small scuffle and ate them. The scent of fruit juice is quite strong off you.

D: But even without the smell, there are stains near your mouth and on your sleeves. One look is all one needs to know.

Slightly dirty boy: Urgh...

In a panic, the boy rubbed his sleeve.

Darius: And thanks to that, you left quite a big trace of your trail behind.

D: But, if you were going to leave anything, you could have been more clever about it. [1]

Slightly dirty boy: ...

The boy hung his head, balling his hands into fists in frustration.

Kate: ...Hey, can I ask why you’re doing these things?

Slightly dirty boy: ...And what could you do if I told you?

Slightly dirty boy: You know too, don’t you? A brat like me can do nothing but steal if I wanna survive.

Slightly dirty boy: All you rich guys fill your pockets with too much stuff.

Slightly dirty boy: So what’s the big deal in giving a little of that away!? I don’t got a home or anyone to call family!

Darius: ...Hmm.

D: Hey, miss fairytale keeper. I do doubt this boy has any relation to the organization.

Kate: Hm? Ah, yes, that may be the case. But still.

(I can’t simply overlook this.)

Slightly dirty boy: Organization?

Darius: Ahh, no need to worry your pretty head over it. We were talking to ourselves.

D: But anyway, would you be so kind as to give back her things?

Slightly dirty boy: ...Finders keepers. It’s mine now.

Darius: Oh, do you need me to spell it out? You did not find it; you stole it.

D: So that’s why, let’s return the things to their rightful owner, okay?

Slightly dirty boy: Urgh...

Darius was wearing a bright smile on his face, as if he were erasing the boy’s will to talk back.

Slightly dirty boy: ...Okay, fine.

He reluctantly reached into his pocket, taking out what was in it, before he curtly placed them in both my hands, which were outstretched.

Darius: Alright, that’s enough. Care to leave now?

Kate: Eh?

Darius: Isn’t it great, miss fairytale keeper? You got your things back, safe and sound.

Kate: I-I mean, yes, it is great, but also...

Slightly dirty boy: ...

As though currently assessing the situation, the boy stepped back before dashing off as fast as he could.

Kate: Ah, wait...!

Darius: What is it? Did the boy not give everything back?

Kate: It’s just I don’t think it would do him any good if we should just let him go like that.

K: He is already used to stealing, so he may end up doing so again. Especially if it’s to survive.

Darius blinked at my words,

before he let out a sigh.

Darius: A reward for the good child, and a punishment for the bad one... so you say, but is there really anything we can do for him?

Kate: ...Huh?

Darius: It’s hardly as though there’s only one or two children in the world in a similar situation as him.

D: See, even William is going through so much trouble to find all the children who may have relations to a crime syndicate.

D: ——That’s why I was thinking we may as well turn this into a world where no such children exist.

D: Don’t you think such a world is not just a dream, with the Cursed ones’ abilities?

The smile on his face seemed to sparkle as he made such a statement as though he were singing it praises.

(Could it be Darius wishes for a world... where there’s no poverty or hunger?)

(But, for some reason...)

It stirred a familiar sense of unease in me.

Darius was a friendly person who wore a bright smile, and he almost had a childlike air about him.

But in the most unexpected times, the space that fell between us seemed to widen so much, I could hardly jump over it.

It felt like, even if we were looking at the same thing, his perspective and thoughts would come from such a different place and direction.

Almost as though——I had come into contact with a different ‘living being’ altogether.

Darius: Ah, speaking of, what are those in your hand?

Kate: Hm?

Darius’ sweet voice pulled me out of my own thoughts.

Darius: Just what did he steal from you, I wonder?

He was looking down at what was in my hand, his smile filled with excitement and interest.

Kate: Oh——here, this is for you, Darius.

I took out a handmade white leopard plush from the things.

Kate: The moment I met eyes with this plushie at the wagon, I thought, ‘I really want to give this to Darius!’ to myself, so.

Darius stared intently at the white leopard plushie, which laid on the palm of his hand.

Darius: .........

Kate: Doesn’t it look a bit like you, Darius? With its white coat and those pretty, honey-colored eyes. It even has a similar shape.

K: So, maybe that’s why I really wanted to gift you this.

(But, I feel like there’s something more as well... I feel as though I could reach a deeper place...)

The space that fell between us seemed to widen so much, I could hardly jump over it——

I realized that such was an unconscious feeling, and I may have also felt that I would like to jump over to the other side.

Kate: And besides, isn’t it adorable? See, it looks pretty lethargic.

Darius: .........

D: ...hehe, you have quite a sense... pfft, hehe.

(Hm? For some reason I feel like I’m being laughed at for something different...)

Darius: ——Miss fairytale keeper...

D: Could it be you wanted to make me smile?

Kate: ...Ah.

I felt taken aback when he asked me so straightforwardly.

(But, he is probably onto something.)

Perhaps my own feelings were more simple than I had thought.

Kate: Well, yes, if I could make you smile, that would make me happy as well.

Darius: Really now? If a smile is enough to make you happy, I’d be more than happy to give you however many you’d like, miss fairytale keeper.

D: ——See, like this.

Darius’ head slightly tilted, he gave me an innocent smile.

His platinum blond hair, hardly fitting in with the surrounding back street, swayed,

as it glistened in the few rays of sunlight that filtered through.

The specks of light also seemed to reflect in those honey-colored eyes, leaving me enraptured, unable to look away.

And this very expression before me was, out of all the smiles I had seen on him the entire day today, the most perfect of them all... almost too much so to be true.

(Oh, I see, this must also have been one of the reasons why I had felt a sense of unease.)

(Because Darius had never been smiling from the bottom of his heart.)

Kate: Darius, I... I want to see you smile, from your heart.

Darius: Oh my, could it be you thought my smile was all a fabrication?

Kate: That is, um...

Darius: The fact you couldn’t answer back means I hit the mark, right? How mean, though, thinking other’s smiles are fabricated and all.

D: But, well, if that’s the case...

Kate: Ah—

No sooner did Darius take my hand than he ran back from where we came.

His coat fluttered behind him, his platinum blond locks that resembled a cat’s fur bounced with his steps, and I felt myself wrapped in his relaxing scent.

The hustle and bustle and zeal of the street fair rapidly approached.

Darius: ...then, miss fairytale keeper, see if you can bring a ‘true’ smile out of me, yes?

to be continued…

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NOTES:

[1] He is probably referring to something like leaving a fake trail. Like, if you were going to leave a trail anyway, you could have used it to divert us rather than lead us, kind of implication. (I could be wrong though.)

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Laimar crumbs

I wanted to compile all my laimar/marios crumbs to be able to look back at them whenever~ These are CRUMBS and I’m not arguing that all these moments were intended romantically, I have my shipping goggles on and picking every moment I think is meaningful and shippy for these two. I'm probably gonna have to split this in parts because it's gonna get long. Part 2 link

Content warning: spoilers for ALL of the Dungeon Meshi manga! Also blood & corpses in passing

They are so repressed aghhhh. I could go on forever about how Marcille is special to Laios because she was Falin’s first friend and was the only one to follow him into the dungeon for Falin and not the job, how from the get go they were linked by something more than work and that made him feel more comfortable with her. But my Laimar thesis is essentially: they are so sickeningly-sweet domestic and complementary. Their charm lies in their old couple "we’ll argue over what to have for dinner" familiarity with each other, having 0 filter. And also they’re funny together.

They’re so domestic… The way she touches him so fondly and easily and she helps him out of his armor 😭💕 How used is she to disrobing Laios that it's such a no-brainer action for her?

Which, touching is something she does easily without being embarrassed or deeper meaning, which is mostly due to the nature of being a healer beside her affectionate touchy-feely personality (that we can especially see when she interacts with Falin or Chilchuck), but that isn’t true at all for Laios, who we see is very awkward when it comes to touching someone.

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Isn’t it so very interesting how Marcille being happy and not lonely aka her wish being fulfilled is the thing that makes Laios react here? The last thing he offers before Winged Lion goes like “it seems you’ve made up your mind~” in the next page.

I've already pointed out Marcille's smile being a special thing to Laios here but it bears being posted here again.

Laios has a "I want to learn more about Marcille face" that he does with no one else just saying.

Laios is always the one she instinctively clings to.

Imagine intimately knowing someone’s worst fear and having comforted them in a moment of pure naked weakness and that instance having had such a profound impact that it subconsciously affects them and their decision making. Laios truly was Marcille’s therapy dog. Pet the dog and fears will fly out

I am SCREAMING why is Marcille the one sitting right next to Laios?? His sister just got revived and Marcille is STILL sitting closer? She’s so right hand man coded they are so partners. I’m just saying having her sit right next to him at his right all the time is so <33 For a series like Dungeon Meshi all about eating metaphors and the importance of sharing a meal? To share that meal with her at his closest?? While Chilchuck and the rest of the party have their own lives in Laios' ideal world conjured up by the Winged Lion, besides Falin Marcille is the one shown to work in close quarters with him <3 It's his ideal world and he wants her to be there to support and help him daily, help... I’m planning to make a post on just that but for now:

They’ve been hinted to be complementary on a planning level so many times. Imagine the country they’ll make together fr!

Them both wanting to stay in the dungeon kingdom, looking like king and queen <3

Not Laios baiting Marcille with him finding her cute omfg.

Laios is the one who wordlessly takes charge of caring for sick Marcille and feeding her.

I could put the whole 96 bit of Laios being all sheepish asking Marcille to stay with him, going up to elfic authorities and telling them "Mine." with Marcille under his cape as his FIRST show of kingly authority (which could represent how Marcille is a good catalyst/motivation for Laios growing more comfortable in his shoes & role and being willing to truly chase something, instead of wandering and hiding his true self. She gives him courage). Honestly the first time I read it I was almost expecting him to propose when he dragged her into the forest holy shit. He's so cute and uncomfortable with showing affection or interest help, Marcille meanwhile the gossip romantic soul of the party being totally oblivious. More on this scene in part 2!!!!!

I ALSO could rant AGAIN about the whole Marcille is Laios’ succubus aka "most alluring form" thing but that’s a complex issue and I go in depth into it in this post

In conclusion they're soulmates both platonic and romantic no one can change my mind. They are so similar. They are so opposite. Laios flees from intimacy and she chases it. They are insecure. They kick ass. They unquestionably love each other, wether it be platonic or otherwise. They get on each other's case. They value each other's input and skills.

[yuusishi]

How would Ruggie, Leona and Jamil be with an s/o who spoils them with delicious home-cooked meals and food? Imagine Ruggie's face and tail wagging when reader gives him a box of beautifully made and frosted donuts. Headcanons please and thank you!

Spoiling Ruggie, Leona, and Jamil with Food !!

pairings: Ruggie Bucchi, Leona Kingscholar, Jamil Viper x gn!Reader (separate)

genre: fluff

cws/tws: ooc Ruggie? idk I've never written for him before

a/n: I don't know SHIT about cooking so sorry if things don't make sense

Ruggie Bucchi !!

The boy is HAPPY, buzzing with excitement and tail wagging at the sight of your homemade donuts or whatever food that you made especially for him!

He spends a few seconds admiring the plating and presentation of the food before finally digging in (by seconds I mean 2 seconds max, he couldn't resist).

He ate and left no crumbs (literally)

Although he retains his cheeky persona while eating and after he finished, he still thanks you a million times for making him such amazing food.

When Ruggie has a rough day or when something's bothering him, he usually calms down when he's eating something you made specifically (and of course with you). It can be the same exact recipe but it just won't hit the same if you aren't the one that cooked it.

You two are now cooking buddies, most of the time you two cook for Leona, though.

Ruggie takes this opportunity to get to know you more, sometimes even lying that he needed some help for one of Leona's dishes just to spend time with you.

If you caught on to his excuses he'll be extremely embarrassed but tries to say it was "to know your secrets to how you cook so well".

If you hadn't, then he'll keep using this excuse, always saying "this is the last time I'll ask!" but ends up asking every week or so with no end.

Leona Kingscholar !!

"Nice"

Maybe on a good day you'll get a "Your cooking's good".

Although it sounds like sarcasm, he really does mean it, he's just not very vocal about it.

"I mean, it's obvious that [Name]'s cooking is good so why do I need to say it?"

It's evident that he really does like whenever you cook for him when you see his tail swaying slowly in the air while you presented some food you made from a recipe you found.

Also the way his ears perk up at the smell of your food.

He's whipped for you and your cooking skills.

Every once in a while when he can't really seem to fall asleep, he likes to stand around in the kitchen with you to watch how you do things, sometimes even helping you in the cooking.

The most he does though is mainly mixing or watching the stove to make sure the food won't burn.

I feel like he can feel a small sense of genuine happiness if he manages to cook a single meal with your help, mostly because he likes doing things with you.

Jamil Viper !!

Cooking buddies 2.0

You cook for him a lot and he cooks for you!!

Sometimes you even have little dates where you bake pastries with each other :))

Since Jamil is in charge of Kalim's food most of the time, it's your job to cook equally if not more delicious food for Jamil.

He compliments your cooking a lot, like how the different ingredients blend with each other really well, or how the presentation is very pleasing to the eyes.

But since he's very experienced in the kitchen, he definitely critiques it as well.

He isn't harsh with it, but he points things out that you could take out of/put in the food to improve it.

The first few times you gifted him some food he was definitely confused but took it out of basic etiquette.

After a while he got more used to you showing up to Scarabia with a container of what you recently cooked.

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It’s ok to be afraid of something.

Tara Carpenter x Fem Reader

It was a slightly cool day in New York City. You just woke up to a wonderful smell in the kitchen.

“Looks like Tara is making breakfast” you said, getting out of bed to thank your girlfriend.

You felt a warm feeling in your heart knowing that Tara is living with you in your shared apartment and the one you wake up with everyday.

You certainly have come a long way considering how must distrust and dislike Sam had towards you despite the twins and Anika adoring you.

Hell it took a lot of dinners and convincing from Tara for the older sibling to finally say yes to her moving in with you.

In the end, it was all worth it.

You made your way into the kitchen as Tara was finishing the second omelet and last bits of bacon. “Hi baby, did you sleep well?” You asked, kissing your girlfriend on the head while gathering the used pans and placing them in the sink.

She smiled saying yes but pouted a little bit

“Y/N! I was trying to surprise you with a breakfast in bed.” She said, playfully pushing you. You laughed “Kinda hard for it to be a surprise when your five star cooking always gets me up!

Also, you know how I feel when we eat in bed. I still feel crumbs in the sheets to this day.”

Tara scoffed “That’s because you eat like a child. Didn’t I have to wipe your mouth one time because you couldn’t be bothered to do it?”

You shrugged, grinning “Hey like I said. Five star cooking.”

Tara kissed your cheek “Since you’re up Y/N, you can help me set the plates up in the dining room.” You nodded and took the filled plates to the table. Tara came by and sat next to you but before you could eat, you got up

“Where are you going?” Tara asked

“I’m going to wash my hands real quick. One must have clean hands before eating.” You said heading to the bathroom, hearing Tara say from across the hall “just use utensils or a napkin”

After drying your hands from the water, you hear a scratching noise coming from the corner of the bathroom. You sighed, hoping those mice aren’t back as your messy neighbors from upstairs always had that issue. Self explanatory.

It wasn’t mice this time but your encounter didn’t stop you from screaming, running out of the bathroom over to your girlfriend.

Tara was pouring orange juice into your cup and almost spilled it when she heard your scream. “Baby! What’s wrong?” She said as you ducked behind her.

Your nerves were still shot but you managed to speak “I-I saw a spider in the bathroom…I-” She put her hand on your chest, feeling your rapid heart beat.

“Shh. It’s ok” she said sliding her flip flops on “Where is it?” When you told her where, you followed her behind.

Lucky the spider hasn’t moved from where it was

“Right there Tara, see!” You said pointing at the spot “I’m really sorry for having to put you in this situation, I know how big it is-“

Your lover simply walked up to the insect and squished it before it could escape. You were shocked yet amazed at the same time.

Although you couldn’t help but feel ashamed that you had to ask your girlfriend to do what you could have done in the first place, especially since you were Sam’s height and just as strong as her.

You never felt more ashamed in your life (well except for that one time you forgot to lock the door and Sam walked in on you guys doing it)

“Y/N. What’s wrong? I already took care of the creepy crawly.” Tara said as she cleaned up the mess.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Tara

“I guess I’m just a little embarrassed love. I mean I’m supposed to be this girl who’s the same height as Sam and built too but here I am being afraid of a little insect and asking you to kill it for me.” You said a bit annoyed.

Tara walked up to you, cupping your cheek “Baby, it’s ok to be afraid of something. No matter how tall or strong you are.”

You felt a sense of gratitude “but-“ she put a finger on your lips “No buts, I will always love you no matter what you fear or the flaws you have.”

You smiled

“That’s easy for you to say my little knight in shining armor. Not scared of any insects and all.”

She shrugged “Well, don’t expect me to take care of any mice Y/N. I’ll be up on that table faster than sonic.”

You laughed, putting an arm around Tara’s waist. “Don’t worry love, I’ll handle that. After all I’ll always love you no matter what you fear.”

Tara playfully tapped you before pulling you into a kiss. You both melted into each other’s touch before letting your tongues meet. You stayed that way before pulling away for air. “Let’s go finish our breakfast before it gets cold, you know it’s too early for dessert” Tara said taking your hand.

You smiled and shook your head, knowing how lucky you are to have found a brave and loyal woman.

[headphonegrl]

“I can’t tell if I like them or not.” When Jude was walking through the aisles of the supermarket he thought the idea of ketchup-flavored crisps was a good one, but now after trying them he’s not so sure. Something in him seems to get giddy when he’s in foreign shops, like the feeling of being on holiday as a kid comes rushing back to him all at once.

You laugh at the confused face he’s pulling, the sunset behind you is melting into the beach in a swirl of orange and pink. The kind of sky that only follows after an unbearably hot day. “You’re still eating them.”

“I need to make up my mind.” He rubs his hands together to rid them of crumbs and sand. If he wasn’t exhausted from swimming for almost two hours straight, he would get up from his towel and try to shake some of the sand off it.

“I’ve made up mine.” You lean over to point at the text on the packet. A couple of days ago you both bought matching bracelets from a market stall, and now yours is soaking wet against your skin and planting big droplets of water wherever you move your hand. “Morally wrong.”

“You haven’t tried one!” He adjusts to lean on his side, resting his cheekbone against the palm of his hand. There’s a sudden breeze of wind that smells like saltwater and it moves your hair around like you’re in a pretty dream sequence. He watches as you pull your towel tighter over your shoulders, moving so your knees are closer to your chest. “Are you cold?”

“No.” You flutter your eyelashes shut, placing your temple against the tops of your knees. “I’m okay.” 

Jude only responds by making a content humming noise. The sun is right behind the side of your face and it’s making you look so pretty that he doesn’t want to waste the moment on something so unimportant as words. He wants to take a mental picture, he wants this to be the screensaver of his brain. The way your skin is covered in a sheen of sand like that mermaid on television he had a childhood crush on. The way there’s still a little gleam of water on the tops of your cheeks. He needs every detail so he can save them in the drawers of his mind, so there’s a place to go when he’s feeling glum.

He clears his throat like he wants to say something profound, but nothing seems to sit right on his tounge. So instead he does what he did when you both kissed for the first time, on that bench in the torrential rain. The same gesture as when he saw you in that pretty sundress, on his doorstep like there should be a halo floating above your head. The exact thing he did when he told you he loved you, on a random Saturday morning while watching cartoons.

He reaches out to wrap his fingers around your wrist, moving to press the palm of your hand against the side of his chest. Right over where his heart sits, so you can feel how fast it’s beating against his ribcage. 

“What?” It’s so quiet that it probably couldn’t even be categorized as a whisper, more like you’ve taken a little inhale of breath. Jude knows you’re only saying it because you’re flustered, not because you’re confused. That there’s this understood clause in your relationship about what the gesture means. That it’s saved for when things can’t be put into words.

He holds your fingers there until he really feels like his heart might burst, like your hand might burn a print into his skin. Wondering how everyone who’s ever been in love has managed to survive it, how they came out the other end alive without melting into one big embarrassing puddle. Though he supposes that too would be hard to put into words, so instead he just says – “You look very pretty.”

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: This was supposed to be posted on Halloween but oh well... I'm halfway thought my assignments so I finally finished this, first time writing for Trey though and hopefully he doesn't seem too ooc.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, poisoning.

The campus was filled with a mysterious and unsettling atmosphere, the school completely decked out to celebrate Halloween. And while his friends were out having fun and scaring each other, Trey was cooking up something special; an extremely sweet aroma wafting through the air.

On any other day those sweets would be just that, mere sweets. But the smile plastered on Trey's handsome face held a gleam of dangerous promise. A danger you were in without knowing.

Trey Clover, the trustworthy and charismatic one who always helps everyone with a smile, the same Trey who made you feel safe, who danced with you in the rain, who helped you study and always went out of his way to take care of you. This same Trey had an unshakable fixation, an unhealthy passion that burned in his heart.

Is this right? He thinks, his fingers tremble only for a second before he makes up his mind. And then he pours the love potion over the ganache and mixes harder, knowing how you couldn't resist them. He smiles when he remembers your face covered in icing and crumbs, you always devoured everything he gave you in seconds and he was proud of that.

You had no idea what he was planning for the night and by the time you suspected something it would be too late. When you suspected, if you suspected, Trey would already have control over your mind, over your heart, as was his right.

Only he could protect you, take care of you, as you deserved.

Black and orange candles illuminated the dark space, revealing a gloomy kitchen that was about to witness a terrible deed. Trey finishes the final touches on his sweets and lets them cool on the counter, listening with great fascination to the ticking hands of the clock. Every second closer to bringing you to him.

Trey was washing the dishes when you finally arrived, a light smile on your face and dressed like an angel, the white fluff of the feathers contrasting perfectly with your skin and the lipstick you used. A dreamy sigh escaped Trey's lips as he looked you up and down and you, laughing, spun around.

"Isn't it beautiful? Vil helped me choose the costume." You commented, seeming to analyze the costume he was wearing. Nodding after a few seconds.

"Uh, yes, it's beautiful. But any outfit looks great on you."

You smiled and thanked him for the compliment, your face becoming hot with embarrassment at the affectionate look he was sending your way. You looked at the dishes he was washing and asked. "Do you want help?"

Trey denied it. "There's something you could do for me, yes, eat those cupcakes. I made them especially for you." He pointed to the other bench.

If this were an anime you would be making heart eyes right now, a sweet smile appearing on your lips as soon as you spotted the sweets in the designated place. Oblivious to the danger lurking around you, you hugged Trey tightly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You laughed.

If only you knew how much your sudden affection meant to Trey, a light blush taking over his cheeks as he watched you hold one of the cupcakes carefully, admiring the color, smelling the good smell, you took the first bite, the taste slightly bitter - different from normal, but you kept eating.

You had no reason to suspect him. The friendship you had built over the months made you let your guard down, ignoring the strange feeling that ran through your tongue and throat.

With each bite though, the poison infiltrated your body, spreading an intense, paralyzing cold. Your eyes widened in panic as you finally realized what was happening, but it was too late. You turned around quickly, dropping the cupcake, your hand raised towards Trey as if asking for his help, but he was smiling.

Trey was smiling.

The same sweet Trey you asked for help and told your deepest secrets, this Trey was smilling at your demise. The feeling of suffocation grew, bright spots dancing in your vision. The poisoned cupcakes had sealed your fate.

"Why?" You asked with the last of your strength.

Your heart raced, your senses began to cloud. Trey silenced any thought, any foolish and useless action you might try, pulling you into his chest, stroking your scalp as he rocked you from side to side.

"You always belonged to me, darling," Trey murmured as he moved closer. His voice taking on a possessive tone as he cupped your face with great care as if you were made of porcelain. "I have loved you since the day I first saw you. Now, you will be mine forever, in this life and the next, and in all others."

"I know, my love, I know." The whispered voice in your ear didn't ease your pain and fear, despite being the cause of it all, you still clung to his chest. You wanted him to make it stop or do something. "it hurts but everything will be fine in a couple of minutes."

And he was right.

Trey just kept holding you tight as you let out screams of pain and punched his chest, the same hands that poisoned you bringing a sudden comfort after several minutes had passed. You lifted your head from his chest and looked at him carefully, your memory of the events completely clouded.

As Halloween night progressed, you were entangled in the clutches of the man who was once your best and dearest friend, and the darkness that enveloped Trey Clover only grew more intense, ate him up inside, made him yearn for more. More of you, your hugs, your kisses.

With you in his arms, smiling, melting into the warmth and protection he emanated, Trey compared you to a doll. One that he would make a point of protecting and loving for his entire life.

[faketrex]

The cakegate bodyswap ficlet I posted a few days ago stands alone as a one-shot... and also, if you were wondering what happens next... here's the next bit of that story.

This a work in progress, y'all, be forewarned! To be continued.

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SHARING A SLICE... part 2

RWRB, rated T, 600 words (this part).

(click here for part 1)

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For all Alex had complained about it – being forced to waste his weekend celebrating the marriage of someone he didn't know and a monarchy he wished didn't exist – the plan had been simple.

Fly to England. Sleep, hopefully. Get ready in the morning. Attend Prince Philip's wedding. Drink as much expensive booze and eat as many canapés as possible before getting scolded by June, then compare numbers with Nora. Think dark thoughts about the American Revolution and how, if you asked Alex, it should have been more comprehensive. Stay away from Henry. Leave.

Now, he's standing in a stupid fancy, ugly fancy, break-something-and-get-tossed-in-a-dungeon fancy room with Henry, covered in cake. And he's in the wrong fucking body.

Shit got complicated.

“You can’t leave,” Henry insists, hands on hips in a way that would look silly even if it didn't leave frosting handprints on his pants. (It does.)

“I'm sure as shit not staying.”

“Alex–”

“Do you seriously think I'd stick around after you – I don't even know what to call it. Bodysnatch? Bodyswap?”

“How the bloody hell should I know? You're the one to blame.”

“Me,” Alex scoffs, weirded out by how snooty it sounds in his – Henry's – voice but not letting that temper his anger, “you think I did this? Are you fucking joking?”

“It's quite clear that you dislike me.” Henry shakes his head, making crumbs shower down out of his – Alex's – curls. “I suspect you would take any opportunity to embarrass me.”

“Whatever, it’s still your fault. You know what? I bet it's a curse. Hundreds of years of racist, imperialist, monarchical bullshit and someone finally got fed up and cursed your family's asses.”

Henry stares at him. “Are you mad?”

“It makes sense! Your brother's in line for the throne. Curse the cake, so when he eats the first bite, bam, you've cursed the future king.”

“You are mad, and you've stolen my body, too–”

“Would you like to share your theory, Prince Perfect?”

Henry rolls his eyes. “My point stands. You need to stay.”

“Do you know the expression, ‘get the hell out of Dodge?’ You should, it's–”

“We need to fix–”

The door opens, admitting a tall man with an impressively neutral expression. Alex would be laughing his ass off at the sight of Henry covered in cake. Unfortunately, he's a little preoccupied right now.

“Your royal highness.” The man nods. “Mr. Claremont-Diaz, I’m afraid it's taking longer than anticipated to prepare your transportation, due to your current state of dress.”

Alex can translate: nobody wants frosting all over their town car.

Henry-as-Alex nods politely, then he and the man both look at Alex, waiting. It must be a ridiculous royal protocol thing. Alex needs to pretend he's Henry.

“Thank you,” Alex says haltingly. “That's... fine.”

“Yes, thank you,” Henry echoes, suspiciously fast, “but actually, his royal highness just suggested we reconvene at Kensington Palace.”

Alex did not fucking say that.

“Oh?”

Henry continues before Alex can get a word in. “Since we'll need clean-up for this… event… in more ways than one, he kindly offered the use of Kensington for... strategic planning.”

Alex would not fucking say that.

Both of them are looking expectantly at Alex-as-Henry again.

Alex fumes. Henry's right. They have to figure this out somehow, probably together. It's bad enough pretending to be Henry in front of just one person.

“Yeah. Let's all... go. To Kensington. Please.”

“Very well, your royal highness. I'll inform Mr. Claremont-Diaz’s entourage.”

What Alex wouldn't give to have the simple plan back.

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(Part 3)

[red1culous]

No Place But the Water

“Good God what is that smell?” She says and your eyes grow as big as dinner plates. Just then the smoke detector in the kitchen starts a deafening screech. 

“Oh shit!” you curse and run off in its direction. Nat follows after you and sees you disappear into a plume of smoke. She hears you cough several times before she jumps into action and helps by cracking open the windows.

“Here” you say throwing a kitchen towel in her direction. She watches with amusement as you grab a broom and swing it around using the handle end to give the smoke detector a solid whack. It gives out one final bleat, then falls silent. 

“You burned dinner?” she says a smile plastered on her face. 

“I think so” you answer sheepishly. You never burn dinner. This wasn’t something you did. “In my defence it’s kinda your fault” you quickly add punching the exhaust fan to full speed. 

“Me?” she says pointing to herself with a chuckle carrying her words.

“Yes you” you tsk playfully. “You interrupted my cooking time” you say grabbing the pot holders and pulling out the smoking charred remains of something unrecognisable from the oven. You set it on the stovetop and grab a pair of tongs which you use to pick apart the sizzling dish. With each pull and prod smokey bits of overcooked food flake off like charcoal. You sigh inwardly and curse her perfect timing. 

You both exchange a look before bursting into a fit of laughter. And then, because you were looking at her with a look of complete softness, she realises that something probably needed to be said. She goes with the safest option. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s fine. I wasn’t that hungry anyway” you lie tipping the spoiled food into the bin. You drop the pan into the sink and wipe your hands on your apron. Natasha watches you throughout as if she wanted to ask you something but is purposely holding back. “Can I offer you something to drink?” you say when you don’t know what more you can do with your hands.

“Oh no” she blinks a few times, “I just came to drop these off”. She holds up a box of cookies with a small smile. You take the white box from her and break the seal to peer inside. 

“They’re from my favourite bakery.”

You already had a cookie in between your thumb and index finger. You were studying the enormous chunks of chocolate studding its surface liberally. 

“It’s hard to eat just one” Nat adds watching you with a gentle smile on her face.

You take an experimental bite, chewing for a moment before unexpectedly moaning at the explosion of flavours in your mouth. Nat makes a mental note to never forget that sound.

You wipe the crumbs from your mouth before setting the box down on the counter and facing Natasha. “You didn’t have to come all this way just for that.”

You both fall silent standing across from one another. It was awkward but not uncomfortably so. 

“I wanted to. Plus it’s not out of my way” she says with a rueful smile that lifts the corner of her mouth a little. 

You chuckle softly at her sad attempt at a lie. Tilting your head to the side and suck in a breath. “Nat, it’s an hour from the Compound.”

The lift of Nat’s mouth becomes a full smile. She ducks her head in embarrassment at being caught out. “Righttt..” she breathes, “I should probably go now” she motions to the door and starts to walk backwards out of the kitchen. 

“Thank you for the cookies” you say before she’s completely gone. You hear her respond something with a laugh just before the front door shuts. 

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[telleroftime]

So you know how Peach bakes cakes for Mario and Bowser one hundred percent gets jealous of it?

I'm sure we've talked about this before but that's not gonna stop me. I'm just thinking about baking him one as a gift and seeing the way he instantly lights up. Big doofy smile, visibly standing taller, eyes wide, tail wagging-

He's just so happy because he's special to you.

You find it interesting just how excited he gets and luckily Kamek is kind enough to explain. Though you may not really understand his previous infatuation with Peach you at least pick up on why this made him so happy. So now you bake him things all the time just because you've seen first hand how loved it makes your special guy feel.

And if you aren't good at baking you ask the cook's in the castle kitchens and they help you without question.

Just imagine how to you, the first time you bake him something, it wouldn't be such a big deal.

It was just a cake. It wasn't like it was exceptionally tall or decorated in golden leaves. It was just a simple cake and yet there he is, King Bowser in all his glory, falling into those subconscious quirks or his.

Wagging his tail which either brings up dirt of the ground in a little cloud of dust, or is very audible with the way his scales slide against the floor. Trying as hard as he can to control the wide grin but failing, only causing his lips to twitch higher as he flashes his teeth in the goofiest of expressions.

Oh and just imagine how carefully he'd pick up the cake. How he'd ask you a hundred times if the cake is actually for him. How he'd refuse to eat it at first and he'd simply stare at it in awe because once he does eat it it'd be like it was never there to begin with. Oh and the love he'd absolutely shower you with afterwards.

Just imagine how he'd have a lot of cakes ordered in for you. The best of the best, by the best cooks and bakers his kingdom has to offer. Whatever the price, you'd have it. Bowser would guide you to the room where there's just baked goods towered up high. He'd sit you down at the table and excitedly watch as you plate your favourites.

At that moment all he'd want is to hear you ramble about how your day went up until that point, he'd be content not eating any of the food. He'd just want to sit and watch you with his tail thumping lightly on the floor behind him with a lopsided grin on his snout.

And he'd definitely order them instead of making them himself because I think we mentioned this before how that man should not be allowed in the kitchen. Ever. If I'm not wrong it's a mutual headcanon that Bowser cannot bake.

Oh, and to those like me who cannot bake to save their life - imagine if you can't bake and you refuse to ask the castle's cooks for help.

Like, you managed to maybe bake a cake the first time around, which is how you know Bowser becomes absolutely overjoyed when he receives baked goods, but be it beginner's luck or simply an off-day, you can't recreate it. No matter how many times you try and how hard you follow the recipe's instruction, nothing seems to work.

The batter either doesn't rise or it tastes too much of baking powder. It's either burnt or still practically raw and now you're on your fourth attempt and refusing to let anyone else be in the same part of the kitchens as you because you want to spare yourself the embarrassment.

Forget cleaning as you go too. At this point the actual station would be covered in a variety of ingredients. The flour is ironically caked on all the surfaces around you. There's bits of egg white just clumping with sugar on the worktable. There's crumbs from the past attempts littered everywhere and the frustration is very much starting to boil.

But, since you've made it once, you can do it again. At least that's what you hope though it doesn't seem to be that easy. And nothing seems to be going your way.

It's supposed to be a gift for Bowser, an attempt to see that grin of his again and see how overjoyed he becomes. Like you said, the tail wagging and thumping excitedly on the ground, the extremely goofy grin of his. But now you're there with a frown etched on your face because the batter isn't baking itself.

Just imagine missing dinner over this. The cooks were too worried to try and bother you because you were so focussed. Maybe you didn't hear them the few times they tried to get your attention because the dinner was ready. Either way, Bowser definitely notes your absence at the table and he's maybe eaten around half of his meal before he decides to go an look for you.

Because let's be honest, he'd be anxious if you're not there when you are supposed to be. The way you wrote him in the latest chapter of 'A Missing Gem' was utterly perfect. And yeah, he'd go and search for you.

And it wouldn't take him long to find you either.

From the smell of burnt batter to a bunch of cooks diligently avoiding one of the kitchen's entrances, he'd check if you were there and boom, you are. You are and you are covered in baking ingredients, a painful heat on your face from annoyance that only spreads as the embarrassment hits your. Because Bowser had caught you in your struggles.

And here's the thing, I don't think he'd care much if you can't bake. You had tried and you'd definitely get the exact same reaction you'd get if you actually presented him with a cake. It's the thought that counts and you'd still cause his tail to wag and you'd still get to see that dopey smile. He'd tease you for it if only to see the way you react, but he'd be overjoyed anyways.

Because you tried to bake for him.

Oh boy, if this post is a mess it's because I didn't write it in order and didn't read through it in full. My bad. I'll fix it eventually.

[weirdfreakshow]

I SAW THAT a) you like smallidarity and b) drew feedism once or twice SO. here i am to spill my thoughts about these two things, hope you don’t mind

jimmy who’s tired of the sexual harassment and abuse he receives from joel finding a way to placate him in the form of giving him too much food that joel gets too occupied stuffing himself to fuck with him.. rinse and repeat this occurrence many many times and suddenly he’s gotten quite chubby- to which jimmy makes sure to point out and tease him for the next time joel tries anything

tbh. i just want joel to gain weight and for him to know jimmy’s the one who did it to him. the guy he thought so fucking little of and was so beneath him suddenly has a lot more power over him than he thought <3

UGHHHHHH SO TRUE WTF!!!! This idea is so big brain. Soothing him by giving him treats, no time to be mad when you're wolfing down some food. Joel is basically insatiable too, would surprise you how much and how often he can eat, any time you put something in his mouth he just chomps and swallows it like it's nothing. The kind of guy who just doesn't know when to stop— I know of guys like that even if it sounds unlikely, eats like a bottomless pit until it's too much, way too much and his guts hurt...

And Jimmy doing it to appease him, too? He's throwing a mean comment and Jimmy just hands him a cookie? Joel just eats it, walks around with a couple of crumbs sitting around near the collar of his shirt, doesn't even notice em.

And it would take so, so long for Joel to piece it together, for him to merely notice there's something going on in the first place. Doesn't notice until it's inconveniencing him. He was so sure those jeans fit him perfectly not too long ago! Not only can't close anymore, but they hug his legs a bit too tightly for comfort, has trouble pulling em up. Thinks a bit more of it, how all his clothes have been a bit tight recently, that one shirt he can't wear anymore because he always accidentally flashes his belly now ...

Shame creeps up his face, red from embarrassment, a bit of anger, but mostly shame. There's no way he's been played like this. When he confronts Jimmy about it, he pouts and says "Thought you liked it? You always say yes when I offer" and that shuts him right up.

[crissiebaby]

Sissy's First Date: Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, forced crossdressing, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Anon

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“Ahhhhhh! That hit the spot,” I said as I leaned back while hooking my feet around the wooden picnic table’s support beam to keep from falling backward. Rubbing my tummy, I savored the aftertaste of the cheeseburger and fry combo I had eaten. It was far from the best burger I’d ever eaten but just about anything would’ve tasted like heaven with Becca at my side. 

Watching me finish my food like a hawk, Becca waited for me to lean forward in my seat again before reaching toward me with a napkin and gently wiping the crumbs away from my mouth “You did a great job following my instructions to eat delicately. I should only have to touch up your lips. Well done, Cherry-baby” she said, remarking on the minimal damage to the diligent work she had done painting my face. Her complement caused me to retreat into my shell like a turtle as I shrunk down and hid myself behind my shaky hands without letting them touch my face, unable to suppress my unadulterated happiness. I could listen to her dote on me for hours.

*Peck!*

Suddenly, something warm, wet, and gentle grazed the side of my face. My mind skipped the tracks as my hand cupped my burning cheek, the remnants of Becca’s lipstick mark dusting my fingertips with a dash of red.

“Hey now, no touching. Remember?” said Becca, flicking the back of my hand and nudging it away from my face, “Besides, I want everyone to know exactly who you belong to.” It was clear she expected me to wear the imprint of her lips on my skin for the remainder of our date; an embarrassing display that had me feeling unquestionably giddy.

Standing up from the picnic table, Becca quickly circled until she was stationed behind me, offering me no time to climb out of my seat as well. This was intentional as a pair of loving arms soon draped across my chest and began playing with the bow sown to the chest of my dress. “Hmmm...I don’t know about you but I’m still a bit peckish. How about we stop for some dessert before our next ride? Doesn’t that sound fun?” she cooed, beckoning me to follow her like an obedient pet.

Nodding my head, my voice cracked as I muttered, “That- *cough* That sounds nice.” I winced as an immediate cackle succeeded my fatal squeak, further burying me in blushiness.

Becca’s laughter would come to an abrupt end, though, as an unfortunate sight graced her line of sight. She lowered her head and ducked down, prompting me to do the same. “Shit, what the fuck are they…Ugh! Nevermind. We need to get out of here,” she said, her mood starkly shifting from romantic and bright to serious and distressed.

“Wait, what? What’s going on?” I said, naively stretching my neck upward as I looked in the same direction Becca had.

Grabbing the collar of my shirt, Becca attempted to tug me downward, whispering loudly, “Nonono! Cherry, get down!”

Unfortunately, it was too late for that. It was only a split-second but a split-second was all that was needed as I noticed a distinct pair of eyes with the same colored irises as mine. “A-Abby,” I muttered, spotting my sister at the exact same moment that she spotted me. A cruel smile formed as she pointed in my general direction.

Why the hell was Abby here?! We were two towns away from where we lived. Moreover, she hated county fairs, giving her less than zero reason to be in the same place Becca and I were. I wanted to run as fast as my legs could carry me. It was bad enough to be femmed up at their hands. To have them catch me voluntarily dressing this way was a death sentence. But my jelly legs refused to move, locking me in place as my sister waded through the busy crowd with her usual posse of Kiah and Sarah at her side. “B-Becca, can you help me-…Becca?” I said, angling my head backward, only to notice that my date had seemingly vanished, leaving me all alone at the picnic table in my sissy dress and diapers.

“Well, well, well! What are the odds we’d run into my little brother while we’re here,” said Abby, refusing to acknowledge me as her equal twin while I was dressed the way I was, “Though, I’m not sure I should be using a manly term like “brother” so loosely.”

I could feel my soul actively dying with each snicker that came out of my sister's mouth. Any happiness I had attained from my date had been fully erased. In a last-ditch effort to spare myself further humiliation, I tried to get up from my seat so I could make a break for it. Sadly, I wouldn’t even get through step one of my makeshift plan as Kiah’s heavy hand planted itself on my shoulder, keeping me locked in place. It was a harsh dichotomy from the way Becca had stood over me only a moment before.

Scooching in next to me with her phone in hand, Sarah wrapped an abrasive arm around my satin-covered waist as she displayed a picture of me waiting in line for the Ferris Wheel with a diaper poking out from under the skirt ever so slightly. “I almost didn’t believe it when I saw you. I’ve never been so happy that my mom made me come home from college this weekend,” she said, squeezing me and forcing me to endure another round of high-pitched giggling, “Who’s your little friend, by the way? I never got a good look at who your diapee buddy was.”

“Yeah, that’s what I wanna know,” said Abby, plopping herself down in front of Becca’s tray and putting up her feet on my thighs, “Like what, did you candy ass start scrolling through Grindr the second we freed you until you found a fellow sissy loser? You know, you weren’t supposed to enjoy what we did to you.”

Listening to Abby and Sarah’s dialogue, it became obvious why Becca fled from the scene at lightning speed. They had no idea what secrets their peppy bombshell of a friend was harboring. Perhaps I could use this to my advantage. Outing Becca as my date did had the potential to move the target off of my back and onto hers. And it wasn’t like she had any problem with ditching me to save herself.

However, as I looked down at the candid photo of Becca and myself waiting for our turn on the Ferris Wheel, my mind leaped back to the amazing time we’d had together up to this point. Becca didn’t have to make herself vulnerable to me but she did. Regardless of her present cowardice, that was something I refused to let my sister take away from me. “Well…I did enjoy it,” I said, putting on as confident of a face as I could muster, “S-So what?”

Staring up at each other in disbelief, none of the three girls were exactly sure how to respond. It was only when Abby forced out a laugh that other girls started chortling alongside her. Steeling my composure to the best of my ability, I closed my eyes, drowned out their voices, and let the stain of Becca’s kiss continue to burn on my cheek; its warmth strengthening my resolve.

“Haha! You trying to act tough when dressed like this is so adorable,” said Abby in between cackling, turning up the dial on her viciousness in an attempt to get me to break, “I can’t wait to get home. The four of us are going to have a blast burning all your old, icky boy clothes. A pansy like you clearly doesn’t need them anymore. Just wait until Dad finds ou-”

“HEY!”

In an instant, the noisy, bustling fairgrounds went quiet, as did the mockery of my sister and her friends. My eyes shot open, allowing me to witness Becca’s spectacular return. Marching up to our table, she physically shoved Sarah and Kiah away from me, freeing me from their shackle-like grip. She didn’t dare make eye contact with the others as she pulled me out of my seat and into her arms. “Sorry, I was gone for so long, sweetie,” she said, pretending as though the world around us didn’t exist as she straightened out my skirt before threading her fingers through mine and escorting me away from the table, “C’mon, we’ll get your lipstick fixed up while we wait in line for the next ride.”

Glancing back at the picnic table shrinking in the distance, I relished the stunned silence that Becca left my sister and her friends in. The look on Abby’s face specifically was priceless. Part of me wished I could stay a few moments longer so as to record every inch of my sister’s priceless expression to memory. Unsurprisingly, that small part stood no chance against the warpath Becca was forging as she rushed us away from the food vendors, her eyes locked forward. I could only guess at the number of troubling things swirling around in her mind.

Eventually, we stopped at the tail end of a nearly empty line for a dark ride auspiciously named, The Tunnel of Love. I could only guess that Becca wanted to get out of sight as soon as possible. Tragically, the emotions that Becca and I were stuck processing were anything but lovey-dovey feelings. “Hey…are you okay?” I asked, catching my breath after speed-walking across half the fairground, “I totally get it if you wanna call it after that.”

“No!” shouted Becca instinctively, forcefully clearing her throat afterward in an attempt to cover up her panicked refusal, “No, I’m okay. I promise. I want the date to keep going…unless, of course, you’re ready for it to end.”

Shaking my head vehemently, I wasn’t ready for this day to end by a long shot. “Nuh-uh, I really don’t want this to end. This…this is the most fun I’ve ever had in my life,” I said earnestly, my cheeks filling with a different kind of blush; the romantic kind.

Becca’s face took on a similar hue, allowing her to flash a smile for the first time since the incident. “Me too. I love getting to spend time with you like this. It’s not really something I’ve ever gotten to do before,” she said, her feet squirming in place thanks to the rawness of her sentiment, “Promise you won’t get upset but…there’s something I wasn’t completely honest about.”

The deepening of Becca’s voice told me everything that I needed to know. Whatever she was about to tell me was something of incredible importance, maybe even something she’d never admitted to anyone else. I nodded to her again and listened closely.

“I lied to you when I said that…the diapers I made you wear were an ex-boyfriend’s,” said Becca, unable to face me as her watering eyes traced the cracks in the cement, “It was just such an exciting opportunity. That stunt you pulled at your sister’s sleepover? I’d read countless stories with scenarios just like it. So…I decided to take advantage of that, and I had to lie to everyone, including you, to pull it off. I’m sorry. I know you must hate me now for getting you tangled up in my kink so I’ll understand if-”

*Peck!*

Ceasing my chance to return the affection Becca had bestowed upon me earlier, I leaned in while she was mid-sentence and placed a kiss on her cheek, leaving the same mark behind that she had. “Just letting everyone know who you belong to, right?” I said brashly, my heart and lungs imploding simultaneously in a display of shameless romanticism.

Much like I had done, Becca’s hand rose to meet the kissy mark left behind on her face. Unlike me, though, she needed no one to instruct her to keep from wiping it off. I could feel myself growing stiff as we gazed at each other, aroused purely by the love I was feeling. Well, love and the softness of my soaking wet diaper.

Wrapping her arms around me, Becca and I cozied up to each other. Our next stop: The Tunnel of Love. I couldn’t imagine a more fitting destination.

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[lipglossanon]

DON'T YOU EVEN GET ME STARTED. Like, Mother Gloss, c’mon- like I’ve been wanting to send in an ask about reader giving sweet!stepdad head for such a long time OH MY GOODDDDDD-

Just think about the very first time reader tries to give Leon a blowjob, and the man is still very much struggling with thoughts that he doesn’t deserve purely selfish acts of pleasure (which isn’t true in the slightest, he finds out later when his fingers discover the soaked stated of their panties). I think in canon this could be supported by maybe the addition that reader’s mother didn’t really do all that much for him in the bedroom, and mans has a bad track record with romantic partners in general, (god though ada is so fuckin hot), so he’s not really used to being pampered. Or, really having his base needs met outside of the act of sex itself. It's pretty visible that Leon's character is one that's left always wanting more, yk? I can see that lonely, sad little dork savoring every time fingers are carded through his hair, and every time his cheek is kissed he feels an almost stinging tingle of the presence it’s left behind on his skin for a few minutes. Touch starved!leon anyways-

All of this to say that he would absolutely be stammering the first time they guided him to sit down on the catch with a glint in their eye, swiftly moving to get on their knees in front of him. Of course he could blame his blush on the (rapidly fading) summer heat and of course he could blame his being flustered on the fact that this is really taking place in the middle of their day, but would the reader really help it? No, we all float down here, Georgie, and we’re all sexually rabid for men that will never exist. In this essay I will-

“B-baby you don’t really need to-” Leon’s usually sultry voice was knocked off its pedestal, each word being wavered by a nervous laugh that seemed to persist through his talking. There was almost a nervous quivering underneath. 

“I want to, so bad, please?” And how could he really argue with that? So here Leon is, having only a few awkward or maybe one or two sultry blowjobs; seeing the person he has loved the most in his life enthusiastically sucking his cock? Leon feels like he's going to explode. The reader’s fingers quickly unbuckle his belt and unbutton his slacks, god how are their fingers so nimble- next thing he knows, there’s this wet, suckling heaven around his sensitive head. And reader, being so mischievous, decided not to pace themselves! Wow, what a surprise. Anyways, Leon feels this wet heat that just gets tighter and tighter around his cock as their lips slowly make as close as they initially can to the base, before moving to come back up. He thought they were sucking hard before? At this point, this poor man was convinced that you were trying to steal his soul. 

Leon S. Kennedy was never so embarrassed in his life. In around a minute flat you had managed to make him cum, he tries to salvage this in any way he can with a snarky quip or maybe just an opening to conversation, but nothing comes forth. He’s just so caught off guard and vulnerable that at this point he doesn’t truly know what to do, but he doesn’t have to worry much as the reader decided to perch themselves on his lap and start making out with him. 

Anyways stop inspiring me. I want to do a prompt over now ;-; But how are you holding up!! I hope this makes up for my absence, and if it doesn’t, expect much more >:) !!! but also expect more anyways lol. I wrote this very zooted on the za, very late, very tired. I’m going to sleep. Mwah mwah to you and the blog, every time you write you eat and leave no crumbs

Ahhhh!! 🙈 🙈 thank you so much!! 🤭

And oh my gosh, yes!! 👏 👏 😤 I’m totally with you! I think he’s touch starved and like wants a meaningful connection but has a hard time letting his guard down so covers it up with snarky little one liners or like tries to play it all Mr. Cool when he’s just this cute little dork who needs the sloppiest head imaginable and then rode until he’s babbling complete nonsense 😌

But yessss sweet stepdad would cum so fast the first time you sucked him off; he’s just so overwhelmed especially when you’re moaning and whining almost as loud as him 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

Haha I’ll never stop 😈 😆 and I’m holding up well! 🥰 I hope you’re doing amazingly and I can’t wait to see what you have in store 👀 👀

😘 😘

[frisbs]

request Jake lockely x fem reader fluff. That’s it. Have a great day 😊

He sits on one of the weatherworn benches of the promenade and tugs crumbs free from the edge of half a bagel. Around him half a dozen pigeons circle, eyeing the offering he scatters at their feet as he murmurs gently to them. It is an overcast spring day; the clouds warning of rain that you know won’t come, but you don’t feel the chill of the air as you watch the contented press of his lips and the gentle way he distributes the crumbs so as not to send the doves scattering.

“You’re staring at me,” he says, without looking up from the bagel. You don’t know how he knows it.

“Would you like me to stop?” you ask.

“...No.”

He glances up at last and tosses the last of the bagel down, the birds erupting into a flustered cloud and regathering a few feet away. He has a shy smile, as if embarrassed by your interest, even though you’re no stranger at this point.

“Ready?” you say, and he stands, lolling over to your side, taking your hand in his gloved one.

-

“Y/N,” he says, with both apprehension and awe. “They are everywhere.”

It’s true. There are cats about your feet, on the chairs and standing on the bar top nearly at eye level. Cats in the rafters. Cats on the shelves.

“Come on,” you say, and lead him deeper. He tiptoes around the cats and follows you to a couch where a delicate black and white kitten with needle sharp claws immediately sets up residence on your shoulder. “Oh—ow—ah,” you half complain, half laugh as it climbs onto your head.

Jake lifts him out of your hair, cooing, “​​Ay, que mimoso flaquito.” The kitten’s hind paws dangle limply and he presses the little baby against his chest, not minding as it sinks its little fangs into his gloved thumb.

“Oh,” his eyes widen and he turns in disbelief and delight, “Mirá. The cheeks on that one.”

The kitten launches away as he crouches to examine a massive sleeping tomcat, and you stoop in to join him, smirking in satisfaction at the pure joy that has carved an absurd smile into his face. You reach out and run a finger lightly over the cat’s head. His eyes squeeze shut and he attempts a half hearted roll to expose his belly further.

“Oh,” Jake says, kneeling reverently now, and removes a glove unselfconsciously. He rests his hand gently on the sleeping cat’s soft belly. Before he can start weeping and make things weird, you get to the point of it all.

“Think you could work in a place like this?”

He turns slowly, as if cautious of sudden movements that might rouse the tomcat. “What do you mean?”

“You’re always telling me what a drag your boss is. Maybe it’s time to try something new.”

He turns back to the cat and gives its belly a final rub before sliding his glove back on.

“Wouldn’t that be nice.”

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Down the block you get soft serve and eat it along the promenade despite the chill in the air. There’s something reserved in Jake’s manner as he walks at your side, and you let your gaze wander back across the river, to the ferry and a stray fire department boat cruising by.

“I’ve seen a lot of strange things,” he says after a while. “Nothing stranger than the image of me working there.”

“Oh, come on. You looked at that cat like it was a god. You’re perfect for that place.”

“Maybe I am,” he concedes, and returns to the ice cream. You smile.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Hiiiiiii it’s a shitty Tuesday morning at work and I can’t stop thinking about a clumsy, fumbly jumbo himbo bucky :’) like he’s so big that what was just being uncoordinated when he was slimmer is now just banging into shit, having to back into slim doorways and Steve (or Sam) constantly having to help him pick stuff up he’s dropped, and kissing the bruises on his fat hips and sides he gets from bumping into things :’) and when they ask him what happened he’s just like “I don’t knowwwww, I wanted the chocolate bar I left in the fridge and I got too excited and slammed my fat hip into the counter trying to get it” lmfao. He also always drops crumbs and bits of food down his front and they land on the shelf of his belly and he has to brush them off or bring bigger bits back to his lips so he can inhale them like a fucking vacuum :’) sorry this is all over the place my thoughts aren’t fully formed yet this morning lol

I hope all the Tuesdays you've had since you sent this in have been much better! (and I'm sorry it's taken me an embarrassing amount of time to get to it 🤭)

Okay, but-

Clumsy, fumbling, jumbo himbo Bucky

I love him 🥰

And your thoughts about him are Perfect. This is so, so good.

So good, in fact, that it inspires me to think about this idea and add to it! With an idea that you didn't outright mention but is related...

Weight gain denial.

Or, not even really denial, but obliviousness. Like, you said himbo so I'm going full H I M B O with this shit-

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink ahead!! Warning for oblivious weight gain, himbo Bucky, kinda to the point of dumbification, some body worship, etc.

Bucky doesn't even really realize why he's suddenly more clumsy than he's been in the past. The new influx of bruises all over his body makes no sense to him- what's different? Why is he suddenly hitting his hip on the corners of furniture all the time? Why is he running into door frames now? Why does he keep falling back onto his ass when he gets up off the couch in a hurry? Why are all his shirts stained over the tummy? Normally the food drops right onto the table when he spills, not onto himself. He doesn't understand because he hasn't been doing anything different... right-? So, what's going on?!

Wrong.

Bucky has been doing a lot differently. Not that he's realized it yet...

Bucky is fresh out of college and is no longer a student-athlete (in that he's not a student or an athlete anymore) nor does he continue to have a teenage metabolism. He's getting older and while he's not old, not by a long shot, already the hummingbird metabolism he had in his earlier years is slowing.

Despite those factors though - the non-activity and the slower metabolism - Bucky keeps eating like he always has.

And he had- he has the diet of a very, very active teenager. All sugar and junk food. Everything he consumes is frozen food or fast food, it's the cheapest and it's the easiest. Bucky has a new job he's trying to figure out how to balance with the rest of his life after all! He doesn't want to figure out a "healthy diet". He is healthy! He's always been healthy as a horse. So... yeah. He doesn't think anything of it.

Not that anyone can blame him. They get it. You leave college, you put on some pounds. Usually, it takes longer than it's taken Bucky, he's really blown up fast, but that's no one's business. His body is allowed to change.

And all that makes it sound like people are telling Bucky about his gain, or they're commenting on his weight in some way. But, they aren't. No one is saying anything to Bucky. And Bucky is oblivious to himself. He knows his face is good- he's always been told so, at least. He knows he has a strong build. He has a boyfriend and loves their relationship. So, it's not like he's always looking in the mirror, keeping tabs on what his appearance is up to.

It all results in the fact that he has no idea what his body looks like.

And Bucky continues to have no idea about the weight piling on because Steve doesn't tell him either. Steve just winces when Bucky bangs his hip or shoulder or falls or whatever. Then, later, he asks if he can rub some lotion into the bruise. Even when there's not a bruise. Steve still asks. (Steve asks because there is often a bruise it's just... Bucky's growing belly or love handles hides the mark from his line of sight.)

Steve never tells him he's getting fat and he's fucking up his own balance and sense of self. Why would he tell him? Shouldn't he know? It's his body!

By the time Steve realizes, ooooh, he really has no idea, it's because Bucky keeps saying, genuinely, "I don't know what happened! I just turned the corner too fast and the doorway was right there, ready to attack my hip!" or "I don't know what happened! I just lost my balance when I tried to get up and fell back onto the couch, I didn't mean to squish you!"

He has no idea that he's grown from fit to chubby to fat.

Because he's fat now. There is no denying it for anyone but Bucky.

Bucky's face was once slim and sharp. It's not now. He's got chubby cheeks and a double chin. All this extra padding around his pretty, pretty smile and eyes. Bucky's shoulders have always been wide but they've gone from wide with muscle and strength to wide and soft with fat. His upper arms are wobbly and thick- same with his forearms and chubby fingers. The once-hard mounds of his pecs have turned jiggly and gone up more than a few cup sizes. Bucky’s belly is no longer cut with abs, instead, it rounds out in front of him. So heavy and ponderous and big that it sags with gravity; a swollen tear drop that's always tight at the top with his latest meal, only turning soft at the bottom where he's purely stretch-marked fat. Hips that were once trim have exploded out into a full-sized spare tire. Sometimes, in particularly small spaces, Bucky's hips already begin to stretch from side to side. Getting him stuck. He's wide as hell. Bucky's ass that once upon a time was tight and round and high is now thick, monstrous. Huge. It's huge. Still round but no longer tight since it's not muscle. It's fat. Squishy and thick. His thighs are no better. In college, Steve might've drooled over those thighs, thinking they could crush his head, so muscular, but now... Steve drools over the thought of biting them. One of Bucky's thighs these days is wider than both of his thighs used to be. Thick, pale, and soft. And still-

Bucky doesn't know.

He doesn't realize that he's gone from walking - as smoothly as Bucky ever could, he has always been clumsy after all - to lumbering. He nearly waddles around their small apartment now. Fat thighs rubbing together. Belly jiggling no matter how recently he's stuffed his face with tasty junk food. Stumbling into furniture and walls and everything.

Steve has to break it to his sweet, stupid, and fat boyfriend eventually. It's his responsibility after Bucky's right? Steve comes to this conclusion one afternoon. But, he waits for as long as he can...

He waits, a little selfishly, because he finds it strangely, overwhelmingly sexy to see Bucky wander around, adorably oblivious to how big he's become.

Eyes wide... lips pouty... belly massive... appetite always on full blast.

It's all too arousing to watch Bucky drop crumbs onto his puffy tits and bloated tummy during dinner. He picks the bits of food up with eager fingers and shoves them between his pink lips. How can he find the crumbs but not notice any of the extra fat? Steve is fascinated. It's also too much to watch, later, as Bucky nearly rolls off of their bed when they go to bed that night. Bucky hiccups - he's still full from dinner - and jokes about needing to get back to the gym and lift heavy things because he can't move around as well as he used to be able to once he lays down. He makes no mention of the huge boulder of a belly that might have something to do with it... it can't be that he's gotten heavier! No, his muscles must've just gotten weaker. It's all Bucky understands after all 🥺

Anyway, Steve cuddles up to his big boyfriend, massaging his gurgling belly.

I'll tell him in the morning, Steve thinks, smiling to himself at how Bucky complains in another perfect example of how much he REALLY doesn't know... he's been getting so hot at night lately! He always wakes up in the morning and has to shower because he's boiling and sweaty.

Steve kisses him and tells him he's fine. It's gotta be a result of sharing their body heat and using too many blankets. Nothing else.

But...

Steve now has a plan.

He's gonna jump in the shower with Bucky tomorrow morning instead of going on his usual run. And he's gonna wash every inch of Bucky himself. Every roll and swell of his gorgeous, fat body.

Steve can't wait to see him wet and soapy and slippery... glistening and dripping and fully bare. Stripped down to wearing nothing but the thick, red stretch marks all over him, a result of him putting on fat faster than his body knows what to do with it.

Yeah, yeah, he's gonna wash Bucky, standing behind him and whispering in his ear, "look down. Look at yourself, Buck. Tell me what you see, baby?"

In the current moment, Steve shifts, angling his hips away from Bucky's fat ass because he can feel his dick stirring just imagining Bucky's answer. "My belly?"

"Yeah, but what about your belly, silly boy?" He'll say, pinching his fat love handle.

"It's just, just my belly, Steve, what do you mean?"

"Don't you think it looks bigger than normal?"

"Uh? I guess? I'm just full, I think."

Steve will laugh. Steve will jiggle his belly, his fat rolling like waves, there's so much of it, "you just woke up, Buck. You haven't had a thing to eat. You can't be full."

"Oh."

"So... your tummy, silly, what's up with it?"

"It's. It's big."

Steve will groan. "Yeah?"

"It's so big."

Steve will find it hard to breathe.

"It's so big, Steve! When did it get so big?"

"It's been big for a while, Buck. You've been big. You've been growing since graduation, baby."

"Oh."

"What do you think of that, silly boy?"

"I-" Bucky has turned pink. "I feel good." His palms rub big circles over the sides of his fat tummy.

Steve won't be able to stop the loud groan from barreling out of his chest. He won't be able to resist leaning in and grinding his hard dick against his substantial ass, round and thick and soft and fat. "You feel so good, sweetheart."

"Steve-"

"Yeah?"

"Steve, I- I think wanna know how much I weigh. I... I wanna know how big I've gotten, is that okay?"

"God, yeah, that's okay, Buck. That's more than okay. Now that you know, you should explore it Buck. You've gotten so big. Do something with it."

"What if I wanna get bigger with it."

Steve won't have words for that. Just a turned-on growl.

"You 'kay, Steve?" A sleepy Bucky asks. Present day. This night. Yes. Right. In their bed. Steve is fully hard, throbbing, in their bed. Imagining tomorrow. Imagining rubbing himself all over Bucky's slick, soft fat while making Bucky discover his own increase. Showing him how fat he's gotten without even trying. And it's making him so hard that he just shuddered. In their bed. In this moment.

Steve swallows thickly, debating if it's worth getting out of bed to jerk off in the bathroom, thinking about fucking Bucky's thighs or, fuck, his fat rolls. "Y-yeah," Steve jerks into the real world, "yeah, Buck, I'm good. Go to sleep, baby."

I hope that was worth the wait! 😘 Thanks for the prompt!!

[hyuckswonderland]

Omg I got so happy to see someone who writes for zb1!!! Could we get any lee!Han yujin with prompt 97? (Ler!anyone cuz they're all so adorable I can't make up my mind)

Completely fine if you don't want to!!!

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING ZB1. I want to write stuff for them so badly but I cannot come up with ideas for the life of me :( I was so sad to see when I first made my acc that there's like no tk content for zb1 even tho there's so much chemistry between the members like.... already we've been fed tk crumbs thanks to Gyuvin

I hope you enjoy and now you are my bestie anon

97. “Hm, but I thought you weren’t ticklish?”

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Yujin was keeping a secret from his members. Scratch that he was keeping a secret from some of his members. For context, Han Yujin was ticklish. EXTREMELY ticklish.

One day the members were playing a game of 20 questions, mostly so they could get to know more about one another. Sure they spent their time together during Boys Planet but even so, there were bound to be things they didn't know about each other still.

For Yujin's case he did know Hao, Ricky, and Gyuvin rather well but that was besides the point. Yujin really didn't expect much from the game really. So when Matthew had asked him the question "Are you ticklish?" He was completely caught off guard.

"W-what?" Yujin cleared his throat trying to keep his cool, "Oh ugh, no I'm not." He couldn't tell the truth, his embarrassment would be to grave.

Hao and Ricky looked at him, softly laughing at his response though they didn't pay much mind to it. They knew it was a lie but it was a small one so that just brushed it off.

Yujin however could see Gyuvin staring at him, head tilted to the side with a smirk on his face. Nobody knew more than Gyuvin himself just how much of a lie that was.

Yet, Gyuvin didn't say anything to correct the younger. Just let the conversation pass by but the smirk remained prominent on his face. Only getting wiped off as he got distracted by his own turn.

So, Yujin thought he was safe. He got by with the other members not finding out his embarrassing secret. Han Yujin managed to get by. Or at least, so he thought.

Really after spending all this time with Gyuvin, Yujin should've known better than that. After the game of 20 questions everyone dispersed to go and do their own thing. Some of the older members deciding to go out and get something to eat.

Yujin was tired and just wanted to stay him. He strolled into his shared room and plopped down onto his bed, closing his eyes as he sunk comfortably into the mattress.

He only opened his eyes briefly as he heard his door open, revealing Gyuvin, his roommate. He just brushed it off, thinking nothing of it. I mean this was Gyuvin's room too after all.

It really wasn't a shock when Gyuvin plopped down next to Yujin, wrapping his arms around Yujin and pulling the younger close to his chest. The younger didn't even protest, he knew there was no point to anymore his hyung would always win.

They both fell into comfortable silence, Yujin closing his eyes once more. He was about ready to take a nap like this in all honesty.

That of course was before he felt Gyuvin's fingers finding there way in between his ribs, tasering his fingers at the spot. Yujin let out a small yelp in surprise, as giggles formed. "HYuhuhung! DOhohohn't" He squirmed in Gyuvin's hold.

Gyuvin just smirked at Yujin's reaction. “Hm, but I thought you weren’t ticklish?” he grinned widely digging his fingers more into the spot causing Yujin's laughter to go up an octave.

"IHihiHI WAhahas LYhyhing!" Yujin knew Gyuvin knew that. He also knew that Gyuvin was just doing this to prove that point, as well to just mess with him. It was Gyuvin's favorite hobby after all.

Gyuvin pretended to be shocked though. "Wow! My little Jaeminnie lied? Right in front of all his hyung's faces? With no remorse at all?" He teased, blowing air at Yujin's ear to make him squirm.

"AHaCK- IHIhim SOhohohorry!"

"Hmmm I don't know Jinnie, I think I need to teach you a little bit of a lesson~" Gyuvin blew a raspberry against Yujin's neck causing the boy to squeal.

"HYUHUhunG! COHohohoME OHOHon!"

Gyuvin just smiled at Yujin's cute reactions. "But your so cute with your big smile and adorable giggles, don't you know?" He squeezed at Yujin's hips. "You're too cute it's hard to resist~"

The younger kicked his feet out trying to escape even more "NOHOHO DOHOHONT DOHOHO THAHAHAT!" A loud squeak came out and attempted to push Gyuvin away.

"Aww is it too ticklish for you baby?"

It was safe to say Yujin wouldn't lie about being ticklish in front of Gyuvin, EVER again. Unless... you know he was sorta maybe possibly in the mood to be tickled...

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Since you said anyone as the ler I decided to choose Gyuvin. Mostly because I mean cmon there's no way Gyuvin hasn't absolutely wrecked Yujin before like IT'S HAD TO OF HAPPENED A BUNCH AT YUEHUA YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE!

Thank you again for requesting and I hope you enjoyed!!