#sleepy piglet

[arlo-venn]

Powdered donut, anyone?

[happyheidi]

[espiritogato]

⭐️ Good Night 🌙

[x-heesy]

@bigbonzo

@piglovebabyig

Weekend mood 🐽💫💫..credit: Follow for more pigs❤️..

Credit @pigdailylove

#hooves #piglet #animalrights #animalsofinstagram #pigsofinstagram #farmlife #moody #sauwohlfühlen

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Soundtrack: come to me my bjÖrk 🤍

[hogoutorlogout]

"boys rule girls drool," shunned by many, is a simple statement of fact. boys rule obviously alludes to patriarchy. and perhaps if you weren't so judgemental you would easily accept and embrace the truth that girls drool

[icarusredwings]

As requested. Sleepy and aggressive dog vibes Logan. (here. Take your cuddly 200 year old alchoolic with anger issues and PTSD, you little freaks/ affectionate)

Pizza.

It's happening. It's finally happening! After months of trying to set this up, his plan was finally working. Wade has been trying to get this muscley idiot to fall asleep on him for 2 and a half months, and now the time has come.

It took coaxing him in by watching some boring War Marathon, a bunch of incorrect documentaries that he was prone to shake his head at, to criticize for their blantant lies. It started with Logan standing there, arms crossed like a dad who wasn't at all interested and refused to sit down, but now he was laid in his lap, snoring, growling at some bits of the show.

He would have shut it off already but the remote was on the table and if he moved he might wake him. And that sir, was a no no. A massive NO for him. Internally he was already screaming with excitement but his grunts were becoming too much to stand by and litsen too.

Come on- easy.. easy.. he only had one shot at this, and it might end up with another baby hand. Very carefully, he touched his head, and he flinched. Silently, he cursed himself.

Gently, his hand made full contact, sweeping some of his hair back, stopping for a second as he rolled onto his side, pulling his legs up to fully curl up the way he did in bed too. Again, inside of his brain, this man was squealing so much that he might be mistaken for a piglet.

Petting him for quite some time, he hadn't noticed that on the Tv they were about to start playing bombs, and now they compared. One of the louder ones caused him to jump, almost snarling at the idea of a threat in his dreams.

"Shhh.. shhh, it's okay. Just the tv." He mumbled, fondly stroking the back of his scalp. Now, focusing on the screen a little more, he would cup his hand over his ear when a loud one was about to play again. "I got you.."

The more this went on, the more progress was made, the growls turned back into deep snoring, and now Wilson not only got to play with his hair but also running a hand up and down his arm as Logan began to drool onto the pillow between him and wades lap.

This couldn't get any better. At least- thats what he thought. Until a different noise came from his chest. One that traveled into his throat but barely left his mouth. "What the- GASP Oh my god you're purring(!)"

Struggling not to make the sound of a squeaky toy, his grin was ear to ear, utterly thrilled. He didn't know he could do that. Did he even know he could do this? Probably not.

The purring was quiet, but oh so heavenly. To feel it through his hands was enough, seeing as whenever someone was shouting, shooting, or simply talking too loud, he couldn't hear it. But that didn't matter. There was a much bigger point than that. He was Safe.

Wade had made his body relax so much that he did the unthinkable. Become vaunerable.

This, unfortunately, ended much quicker than he would have liked. The disc skipped, and suddenly, there was a massive scene with screaming, guns, firing, and bombs being dropped.

Honestly, it made him jump too just from how dozy he became with all the domesticity. But if he was even startled.. Within seconds, all of that progress was down the drain. Now, here he was, up and heaving, claws out and on edge, his eyes wide with fear and anger.

Wade could have sworn he had seen him shaking, too. Just a tiny bit in the arms.

With all the hairs on his arms and neck raised, the snarling, baring of teeth and the way he was stanced, Wade knew he was fucked. Like- Uber fucked. And not the way he preferred. Oh shit- this wasn't fair. How could he look like he was about to kill him and still be this hot?

Slowly, he stood, putting his hands up.

"Hey woah woah woah- easy there, big boy. It's alright. Just the Tv." Nodding towards the television. Realizing this was a bad idea, he practically tripped over the coffee table to grab the remote and stand in front of it, not wanting him to somehow stupidly electrocute himself to death.

A snarl.

"Woah woah! Shhh- look. Look, watch. I'll kill it. There- see? All gone! Better?" But in reality, all he did was turn it off.

Looking around as if scanning for danger, the goosebumps began to cease, starting to regain control over himself and his senses.

"There we go. Much better. You're okay. No one's coming to-"

The moment he said this, there was a bang at the door. "Oh for fucks sake. Who the fuck would that be? This late at nig- ohHO Peanut? Peanut! NO!"

A couple of dirty play scratches and three new holes in the wall later, he was able to open the door.

Wrestling your super human strength, terrified feral animal of a 'Room mate' away from your front door felt like trying to keep an aggressive dog from attacking the mail man (which he's come to the realization that this was a weekly recurrence Man. He really hated strangers, didn't he?)

Except even Wade wasn't sure who it was, a bit tempted to just let him go at it and protect the home how ever he saw fit- but last time he did that, he made a couple of girl scouts pee themsleves and scream for their mommies and Logan felt bad about it for weeks.

"Yes?!"

"Erm... Pizza delivery?"

Still struggling to keep him from scaring the piss out of this poor teenager, Wade gave him a smile. "One second!"

Slamming the door again, he turned, giving him a stern look, and a pointed finger that he could have easily sliced off if he wanted.

"Put'em away mister!"

Another growl. Almost like protest.

"Yeah yeah GRR yourself! It's some scrappy kid, you're fine! ...Now put them away.... please."

Seeing the silent look of nothing behind those beautiful eyes that he often did when coming down from these kinds of scares, Wade smiled and coed, slightly higher than his usual tone. "Comme onnn. Put away your murder mittens! It's okay. My big, strong kitty. Oh, what a good boy you are, Oh yes, you are~"

Visually, you could see his shoulders drop, and quickly, he came back to his senses, frowning in embarrassment as he sheathed them only to walk over, shoving him out of the way as he threw open the door again.

"Oh god- Logan? Logan!" He called, cursing under his breath some more as he dug in his pockets for the kid's tip before he got a free piercing through the stomach.

Glaring at the 16 year old, He did that thing when his nose crinkled, sniffing this so-called 'pizza delivery' boy.

Popping his head through, under his arm, Wade grinned apologetically and gave the kid a 5.

"Sorry - He's not used to strangers yet."

With a huff, it seemed the man had dubbed this twig of a child, not a threat. Going back to the couch with a big grunt, he crossed his arms, a little embarrassed by his behavior.

"Bye!"

Grabbing the pizza and locking the door, Wade groaned in annoyance, coming back to the couch, too. Opening the box, he handed him a slice, took one for himself, and put one on the floor.

"Puppins! Here papa's princess!"

Within a moment the little dog tottered in and began to lick the cheese off of the floor pizza, wagging her tail, happy as ever to be eating the human food with her two daddies, unaware that one of them had just almost made a kooshkabab out of an acne faced teen.

Letting out a massive sigh of relief, Wade was glad that all was well again, happy to see him eating something other than whiskey for a change before realizing.. he didn't even order pizza.

"Hey Al? Did you order pizza?"

"Well, I did now!"

Oh great.. welp. Finders keepers-

In between bites, he glanced at him, teasing. "Damn Wolvie, what was all that about? Since when do you go after kids?"

"...Mmh.." This was a grunt that meant 'I don't. Now stop asking me questions, I'm starving'

He watched as he devoured the slice, grabbing another, only for Wade to slide him the entire box, smiling at him like an idiot as he fondly remembered the purring a few minutes ago. He wasn't sure if pizza was in a wolverine's proper diet, but he'd be stabbed if he ever told him that.

-And if they really wanted to come back and pry it from the Wolverines claws? Then so be it.

[hazbinshusk]

day seven of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: sleepy sex (huskerdust x afab!reader)

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You stir slowly as you feel the mattress shifts behind you, lifting your head reluctantly from Husk’s chest. His arms are banded loosely around you; the bartender is purring softly, his tail wrapped around your thigh where they’re stretched out beside his. A soft series of oinks catch your attention, banishing some of the sleep-induced confusion clinging to your brain. “Angel?”

The spider straightens from where he’s pulling off his boots, giving you a small smile over his shoulder before he turns back and bends down to dote quietly on Fat Nuggets. You smile softly as you listen to the piglet’s happy snuffling before he trots back to the pile of cushions that you’d arranged in the corner for the nights Angel is stuck late at the studio.

Angel climbs into the bed behind you, a cool rush of air making you shiver as he lifts the blankets to slip beneath them with you and Husk. “Hey, sugar. Miss me?”

“Always,” you murmur, smiling as Angel slips his arm around your middle, pressing himself up against your back. He slides another arm over to touch Husk’s hip, carding his fingers into the fur there. The bartender’s purrs double as though he can sense that his other partner has finally joined the two of you. “Is it a talk about it night?”

Angel shrugs, burying his face against your hair. The soft expanse of silky fur against your back tells you Angel has stripped down to his underwear – apparently too wiped to bother with his pyjamas – and you settle yourself back against Husk’s chest. “Did ya wear him out?”

You breathe a quiet laugh, stretching up to press a kiss to the underside of Husk’s jaw. He shifts slightly, his nose twitching. Husk turns his head to bury his face against the top of your head, and Angel smooths his hand down over the cat demon’s thigh. You feel the spider shift his face against your hair, and you can picture the way he’s bringing his nose up to brush against Husk’s.

“We were waiting for you.”

Angel coos playfully, releasing your waist to tuck hair away from your neck. “Aww, toots, ain’t you sweet?”

You can’t help but giggle as he gives your neck a teasing, biting kiss, raising your shoulder in hopes of warding him away. Angel echoes the sound, his laughter doubling as his runs a hand up to tickle against your side and you elbow him in retaliation.

“You two mind?” Husk’s sleep-rough tenor sounds in the near-dark, a red wine chord to match the bloody light staining the far wall from between the curtains. “Some of us are tryin’ to sleep.”

“Aw, Huskie, you’re up!” Angel grins, swinging a long, long leg over you and bringing himself up to straddle the bartender’s waist. The cat rolls his eyes in tired amusement, one hand coming up to smooth up over Angel’s thigh, claws dishevelling the fur. His other paw catches hold of your hand and squeezes it. Husk presses a kiss to your forehead, and while his purr has diminished now that he’s awake, you can still hear the softest of trills beneath his words.

“I am now.”

“Our girl here said you held out for me all night,” Angel tells him, running all four of his hands through Husk’s chest fluff. “Is that true?”

“Maybe I was jus’ tired.” Husk suggests, a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth.

“Well, now I’m offended,” you joke, and Husk hums sympathetically, turning his head to bring his mouth to yours. You smile into his kiss, tongue meeting his and enjoying the way he moans quietly into your mouth as Angel’s hands travel over his body. His upper hands tease at the cat’s chest and ear, the lower two scratching their nails down over his hipbones.

“Mmm…” you hum happily as Husk withdraws. “Forgiven.”

“’ppreciate it, doll.”

“Don’t let him off that easy, sugar,” Angel tells you, bending down to take Husk’s lips for himself. You watch them kiss, the way Angel arches his back and Husk leans up into the embrace making butterflies swirl in your stomach. The spider grinds down over Husk’s lap, and the other man groans into his mouth. “You won’t believe what kitty here’ll do if he thinks ya mad at him.”

“Don’t give her ideas,” Husk retorts playfully. “Don’t need the two o’ you teamin’ up on… Christ…”

Husk lets his head fall back as Angel manages to push his briefs down and wrap a delicate hand around Husk’s cock. He pumps it slowly, letting his thumb tease over the head of it with each stroke of his fist. Angel raises his hips over Husk’s, grinding his ass down against him as his hand reached the base of his cock and squeezes.

“Oh, fuck…” Husk’s paw tightens around your hand, and you roll onto your stomach to press yourself into his side. You kiss up along his throat, lingering at the corner of his jaw. “Fuuuck, baby…”

“Which one?” you murmur with a grin, leaning up to dust kisses over his cheek and muzzle. “Careful how you answer: you don’t want to offend anyone.”

Angel snickers, following your lead and bending down to press kisses over Husk’s neck. He continues lower, sliding down the other demon’s body to mark it with soft bites that leave damp marks alone his fur. “That’s more like it, toots.” he smirks, teasing warm breath over Husk’s twitching, stone-hard cock.

“You two are gonna be the second fuckin’ death of—”

Husk moans, throaty and loud, as Angel takes him deep into his mouth.

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Watching the two of them move together is like poetry; the way Angel arches his back when Husk thrusts up to meet him, the way Husk’s large hands encircle the spider’s slender hips. Whenever you pull away from Husk’s mouth to catch your breath, you find yourself distracted by the way they look together, the soft, high-pitched little ‘ah, ah, ah’s’, Angel lets out each time he sinks back down on Husk’s cock.

Husk’s mouth teases over your neck dazedly, the rough line of his tongue making you shiver. He kisses your throat, your jaw, the shell of your ear… teeth grazing over your skin wonderfully. Angel’s holding your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. Two more of his hands are braced against Husk’s chest, the fourth playing with the fur over his hipbone.

“He’s so pretty,” you murmur admiringly as you watch Angel ride your partner, squeezing his hand affectionately.

Husk nods into your throat, breath warm against your sensitive flesh. “Both…”

“How’s he feel, Husk?” you ask quietly. “Tell me how he feels.”

Husk groans brokenly as Angel rolls his hips pointedly over his; the porn star smirks down at the two of you at his reaction. A purr rumbles through Husk’s chest, his hand finding your breast. He squeezes it, teasing your nipple with his thumb. Your breath catches at the sudden sensation. “Fuckin’ good…”

“Is that all?” Angel’s sarcasm is ruined by the way his voice shakes, and when Husk wraps his other hand around Angel’s cock, the spider moans. “Fuck, Husk…”

Husk is shaking, his tail thrashing against the sheets. You bring his mouth back to yours, kissing him in a long, languid embrace. “It’s okay, baby,” you promise him quietly, speaking against his lips. “You don’t have to hold out for me.”

“Doll…”

“Look at Angel,” you tell him. The other sinner is riding him at a disjointed, eager pace, his head falling back and his mouth open in near-silent moans. His eyes roll back when you reach up to scratch your nails through the fur of his inner thigh. “He’s so close, Husk…”

“Christ…”

“You feel so good inside him, baby,” you continue, raising your voice just enough for Angel to catch your words. “He wants to feel you cum inside, feel you fill him up…”

Angel moans, nodding desperately. “Please, Huskie…”

“Cum for us, Husk,” you urge him, and Husk whines as your breath tickles against his ear. It flicks automatically, his hips rising off the mattress to fuck himself deeper into Angel’s tight hole. “Come on, baby, let go. We want you to… I want to hear how good you two sound when you cum.”

Angel’s still pleading, repeating ‘please’ over and over again as he hunches forward, his body shuddering as he sits on the knife’s edge of an orgasm. His voice is high-pitched and reedy, his eyes heavily-lidded as he watches the two of you. “God, fuck, Husk, please… I wanna… fuuuuck…”

You kiss Husk’s muzzle, press another to the base of his ear. “Cum for us, Husk.”

[footballerimaginess]

Feeding the animals

Baby Series 3.0 19. Feeding the animals Kai Havertz Word Count: 525 Kai finally had a day off, he had arranged an amazing day together. Your little girl Lena had been begging for you to go out to the farm, she was desperate to see all of the animals.

"Come on love, we are here" Kai picked up Lena out of her car seat as she looked so sleepy. "Look where we are, you have been wanting to come here for ages haven't you" you crouched down as you zipped up her coat as the air had a chill too. Lena nodded slowly as she was working out where she was as she spun around in search for Kai who was behind her. "She looks so sleepy" you laughed as she laid her head gently on Kai's shoulder, snuggling herself into his neck as you made your way into the farm. "Look at the goats, shall we get some food and we can feed them all? they look pretty hungry" you smiled as Kai bent down and placed her on the floor whilst you got the small bag of food. "Put some in your hand and they will smell it, this may tickle" you say as you grab your phone to film it as the goat sticks his tongue out chewing all the food off of Lena's hand as Lena squealed as she hated the feeling. "Did that feel yucky?" you laughed as she stretched out her hand waiting for you to wipe it. "Yes yes yes" she squealed loudly as you wiped her hand with a tissue as you cleaned it up. "Shall we go and get a drink before we go and see some more animals?" Kai asked as you both agreed as you headed to the small cafe. "I will have a cup of tea, it is a bit chilly please" you smiled as Kai agreed with you as he went to the counter to order. "What animal do you want to see next Lena?" you asked her as she was jumping up and down in her chair. "Piglets" she squealed, trying her best to do a pig impression which made you laugh but not realise how loud her impression was. "I could hear you and you piglet noises so loud" Kai smirked as he arrived at the table with all the drinks. "They were so loud, but so cute" you teased as she sipped on her juice. Once you had all done drinking and snacking away, you headed to go and see the piglets. "Ahhhh" she screamed so loudly as she could see the piglets in the distance as she ran over to them with the food in her hand. "I think someone is excited" Kai murmured as you strolled up past behind her as she was somewhat very excited. "Can we have one?" Lena asked as you simply shook your head, not getting into details on why you were not having a pig as a pet. "This is the best day ever" Lena grins as the piglet ate the food. "Oh we are so glad baby" you kissed her head as you went to the sink to go and wash her hands.

[quitealotofsodapop]

WAIT

Does this mean Tang can figure out a way Wukong can introduce his babies to Tripitaka after all?! What about Pigsy and the others? It'd be so funny watching Zhu Bajie try to understand what was happening or Ao Lie getting to meet his goddaughter and niece fr. Maybe a family trip to diyu is in order lmao

Referencing how Wukong is able to meet his mom through Guanyin manifesting her spirit.

Yes, but the small catch is that technically it's being possessed by your former life. Guanyin is chill with it cus they on vacation right then and don't got nowhere to be, plus they're powerful enough to manifest Shihua as a separate entity from themselves. It also outside certain holidays (example; Qingming or Halloween) it requires some Diyu red-tape to pass throught to get done.

The current incarnation/living person themselves needs Dao cultivation to channel their past lives, so Subodhi and/or Guanyin might need to give the Noodle Shop gang a basic rundown first.

Tang def does it as a special present to SWK.

Tang: "Heeey, Monkey King! I brought you a guest!" Wukong, preparing Yuebei for a nap: "Thats great Tang. As long as they don't make too much noise-" Tang: (*meditates and conjures the spirit of Tripitaka*) Wukong, forgetting volume control: "-OOOOOHHHHH IT'S MASTER!! MASTER HAVE YOU SEEN MY BABY!?! SHE'S FINALLY ARRIVED!!!" :D!! (*holds out Yuebei like she's the best thing in the universe*) Yuebei: (*sleepy and confused. Gets excited by the gold and shiny spirit infront of her and tries grabbing for him.*) Tripitaka, trying not to cry: "She's perfect Wukong." Zhu Bajie's spirit, walks into room: "Took her long enough!" Wukong: "Piglet!?" (」°ﾛ°)｣!? Tripitaka, smiling: "The others are in the next room." Ao Lie's spirit, walking in after: "Yes! I told you she was finally born! Mei told me! She's as beautiful in person too!" Wukong: (*can't even talk, is openly crying whilst clutching his baby*) Sandy, peaks head in: "Uh... the old guy didn't want to come, sorry. Mind if I cut in at least?" Wukong, knows Sha Wujing is here: "Yea" (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) Yuebei: (*now even more confused. When did all these uncles get here? Oh well. Tries biting Zhu Bajie*)

The Pilgrims have a lot to talk about. Even if their current hosts can't keep it up long, Wukong is just so comforted by the fact that he can now talk to his brothers again.

[lostfirefly]

Just a second, we're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again

The idea is based on my biggest fight in life and friends who are in relationships. For some reason, I think Buggy might get mad over something like this. Anyway, Sunday is the best time for a long fic :) English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist is here

Description: Buggy asks Catherine out on a date, and they accidentally run into an old friend of hers.

Warnings: Fun, fluff turn into their big quarrel. Angry Catherine, angry, jealous and pissed off Buggy.

Words: 5415

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august

The title is taken from "Just Give Me a Reason" by Pink feat. Nate Ruess.

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“Cathie-pie, it's only 9 am.” Buggy mumbled into his pillow in a sleepy voice.

“I’m in a good mood.” Catherine was spinning around in the bedroom to the music, moving her butt from side to side. "Don't you dare kill my mood!" 

“What is wrong with you?” Buggy rolled over on his back and rubbed his eyes.

“Nothing! I woke up in a wonderful city that I adore. We’re home and my blue-haired love is with me! Wo-o-o-ho-o-o!” Catherine raised her arms up and spun around her axis. She stopped for a second, looked at Buggy, broke into a smile and threw herself onto the bed with a squeal. “Love!” Smack. “Love!” Smack. “Love, love, love you!!” Smack. Smack. Smack. “I love your nose.” Smack. “I love your gray hair on your temples and eyebrows!” Smack. “I love your painted mouth.” Smack. Smack. 

“Geeez, woman! It's only morning! Stop doing this shit! Stop dancing, twirling and kissing me. Better get in here!” Buggy lifted the blanket and Catherine happily crawled under the covers with her whole body, and stuck her head out.

“Hi! Here I am!” Smack. “You are going somewhere today. Can I come with you?” She settled under his armpit and took his hand. 

“Sorry, cotton candy, but it's a little personal.” Buggy looked at her disheveled hair and placed his chin on the top of her head. 

“Okay, at the end of the day, you need your own space. I don't want to turn into one of those annoying couples who can't live even a minute without each other.”

“What? I can easily live a day without you!”

“Liar!” Catherine frowned playfully. “If I'm not in the room, you come to me in 10 or 15 minutes. Yesterday, I was in the kitchen arranging Indian food on plates. You came to me though I had been out of the living room for 5 minutes. You just can't live without me! And when you're at rehearsals, you constantly send me messages. And by the way, stop asking for naked pictures of me. This won't happen!”

“But why?” Buggy looked at her with upset eyes.

“I'm not going to send you this when you're at work, clown.” Catherine shook her hand negatively. “What if someone sees?”

“So what?” Buggy shrugged. 

“Why do you need my naked photos? I don’t even want to think what you could be doing there, looking at them. I'm lying next to you now, isn't that enough?”

“Doesn't count.” Buggy muttered into her head. “You're in your pajamas. More precisely, in your pants with piglets and my t-shirt. Again.”

“Sorry that this is one of those rare mornings where I luckily woke up dressed.” Catherine blushed. “And after your meeting, what are you gonna do?”

“Hah, I wanted to ask you out on... well... on a date.”

“Seriously?” Catherine suddenly sat on top of him and leaned towards his face. “You haven't invited me anywhere for a long time.”

“We were in the desert, among the pyramids. Where was I supposed to invite you? For dinner in a sarcophagus?” Buggy placed his hands on her back. “Do you understand that you are now in a dangerous position? Why are you doing this? Where's my humble girl?” 

“Your humble girl is here.” Catherine ran her lips over his lips. “Right here.” 

“Fuck this!” Buggy's hands quickly slid under her t-shirt. “You're mine, Cathie-pie! And I’ll prove that to you now.” He kissed her greedily. 

“Na-ah!” Catherine broke the kiss, raised her body and stroked his shoulders. "You had somewhere to go. Get up and go."

“But.. Sex, baby..” Buggy looked confused. “I thought we were go~.”

“You're such a fool.” She pecked him on his nose and snuggled under the blanket. “Nope. Date first. Go away, fucking clown. I wanna sleep some more.”

Catherine didn’t know how not to laugh out loud, watching him get out of bed, muttering under his breath “Little shit!”. 

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Buggy entered a bright room and approached a table at which a green-haired man was sitting. 

“Mister the Clown!” He raised his head: 

“Yeah, me. Is it ready?” Buggy asked quietly. 

“Yes, just a minute.” The man run away somewhere into the storage room. 

Buggy was sitting on a chair and was noticeably nervous. 

The man returned and opened the velvet box. “Everything is as you ordered. Bright, shiny, beautiful, black and with Egyptian vibes. Our designer added a little more drawing here and here, so everything looks more complete.” 

Buggy picked up the box, squinted and carefully turned it in all directions. “Perfect! How much is the total?”

“As I told you yesterday, it turned out to be more expensive than we thought, sir.” The man reached into the table for papers. 

“I don’t care about the money, how much?” Buggy barked. 

“2 million, sir.” 

“Fine.” He took out the card and swiped it through the terminal. 

“Sir, this is a wonderful gift. And whoever this gift is for, anyone will be glad to receive it.” 

Buggy looked at the guy with the corner of his eye. “This is not just a gift for anyone, idiot. This is for my Cathie-pie.”

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Catherine reached the Rosinante bar on Dressrosa Street and looked around. Buggy was nowhere to be seen, and she started to think that she had mixed up the address when the message “turn left” came on the phone. Catherine looked in different directions, but saw no one. She shrugged and walked to the left, grumbling quietly. A new message came on the phone: “to the other left and don’t grumble!”. Catherine turned around, thought a little, and reached into her bag. 

“Damn you and your chop chop shit, idiot!” She mumbled and began to gently tickle Buggy's ear with her fingers. “This is my revenge on you, pervert!” 

Catherine turned the right corner and saw Buggy. 

“You lost something.” She handed him his ear. "Stop leaving your body parts everywhere, clown. When I made you breakfast yesterday, your hands were flying all over the kitchen just to grab something. Bread, cheese, my ass. Don't be lazy and get your butt off the couch. Hi!" Catherine pecked him on the lips, put Buggy's ear back in place and looked around. “What are we doing here? It seems like you called me to a bar, but this is a restaurant.” 

“And this is my surprise.” He smiled and made a come-on gesture with his hand. 

“But I’m dressed like hell, Buggy.” Catherine said with an upset voice and looked at her jeans. “You should warn me, I should at least wear a dress.” 

“Fuck it! You’re always beautiful.” He bent his arm at the elbow and offered it to her. 

“Wow! Today you are Buggy the Gentleman.” Catherine grabbed his hand, and they walked into the restaurant together. 

Catherine looked around. Everything inside looked elegant. Soft light fell on the mahogany walls, there were bas-reliefs on the ceiling and beams, white starched tablecloths on the tables. She was surprised by the oval shape of the restaurant and the fact that it had several floors. All the world's most delicious smells seemed to mingle inside. The room was filled with laughter, voices, the constant clinking of glasses. The place seemed like a small oasis in the middle of the hot city. A place where strangers could become friends for a while, eating delicious food. A place where fairy stories could be trawled until the wee hours of the morning. One of the hostesses greeted them with a warm and wide smile and escorted them to a table.

“Wow. Everything is so beautiful.” Catherine sat down on the semicircular sofa and gently ran her hand along the table. “Are we celebrating something today? We don't have a relationship anniversary, first kiss, or first...you know.” She blushed. 

“Oh, I remember that day. And how you dragged me into the bedroom.” Buggy rolled his eyes dreamily and asked the waitress to bring wine.  

“Said the disgusting man who took me to the airport. Lucky for you, I stayed to punish you!” Catherine stroked his head. 

“Yeah, and you successfully do it every day. Returning to your question, we celebrate nothing. We have a lot of money, why can’t I take you to a restaurant and show my girl to the whole world.” The waitress brought a bottle of the most delicious wine and Buggy immediately poured it into Catherine’s glass.

During the date they laughed a lot. Catherine loved the fact that Buggy could make her laugh until she cried, and this fact sometimes caused her to catch unhappy looks from some of the visitors. Buggy constantly ordered her food and the most expensive wine, almost never taking his eyes off her. She blushed and asked him to stop staring. Throughout the evening, Buggy got angry when something went wrong. When the waiter brought the wrong wine, he threw a tantrum. When they mixed up the dishes, he got angry again. Catherine kept reassuring him that everything was fine. But he wanted the evening to be perfect, not just fine. 

She listened attentively to his stories, trying to understand where the truth ended and his fantasies began. During their dinner Catherine always said that she loved him, that he was handsome and funny. She constantly hugged Buggy, making him blush. At home, when no one saw, he was slowly getting used to her expression of feelings, then in public he sometimes had trouble with it. Yes, he could make a loud dirty joke or grab her ass. But he also said something nice to her. Quietly.  

“I think I'm about to burst.” Catherine patted her belly lightly. “A couple more nights like this, and you'll be rolling me around like a ball. We spent a lot of money here, yeah?” 

“Not a bunch. Just 10000. Baby, we have 350 million in our account, we can eat in restaurants every fucking day.” Buggy took a sip of beer. 

“We can, but I won't let you spend all your money on food and booze.” Catherine placed her head on Buggy’s shoulder. “First, stop grabbing my ass, clown. Second, what's next?”

“It's hard not to try to grab your ass. You're seducing me with your bare shoulders the whole evening. And I'm taking you for a walk.” 

Catherine shook her head and pulled her shirt on. Buggy took her hand and led her for a walk. They wandered along the promenade, listening to the sound of the waves and catching glances from visitors in the small cafes. One of the older women muttered “look the clown took the princess for a walk", Catherine quickly sent her the fuck away and then spent a long time calming the upset Buggy. Later he snatched a cup of lavender ice cream for Catherine, laughing that half an hour ago she was talking about being full and already she was asking for ice cream. 

Catherine dragged Buggy to the beach, sat down on the sand and pulled him along with her. Buggy sat down next to her, and she immediately settled under his armpit. 

Catherine took his hand and began to stroke his palm with her fingers. “It's great, right? Thank you for this evening! I love when we go for walks.” She glanced at Buggy. “Do you think that in old age you will want to hold my hand? I will obviously dry out under the hot sun of Egypt and become a disgusting mummy. You will stop loving me and will leave to look for a younger mummy.” 

“You will be the most beautiful old mummy in the world!” Buggy became nervous. “You know.. I would like us to be.. to be together. I don’t know. When I will be 80 years old, I want to eat your pancakes, chewing them with false teeth.” 

Catherine laughed. “You look sexy even now with gray hair on your eyebrows and temples, but all gray hair and with false teeth, you will make a splash!” 

“Listen.. About being together.” Buggy cleared his throat. “Cathie-pie, you know I lo~.”

“I know.” She nodded. 

“Don't interrupt me, woman! And you love me.”

“Not just love! I love you so-o-o much!” Catherine sat on her knees and spread her arms wide to the side. “You know, I thought that if I fell in love when I was over 30, I would be calm. See? You blew my head off, Buggy Bear.” She cupped his face and pecked him on his lips several times. 

“I still insist that this is a terrible, terrible nickname, by the way.” Buggy cleared his throat again and took her hands. “But.. I wanted to ask you. You.. You… Do you wa~...” 

“Shatter me with thunder! Catherine Elizabeth Mitchell!” A man's voice came from somewhere to the side. Catherine turned around and her jaw dropped. 

“Larnie?!” She jumped up and ran to a tall, pumped up dark-haired guy and hugged him. “What are you doing here?” 

“Are you asking me?” He kissed her on the cheek and raised her above the sand.  “We haven’t seen each other for how long? About 5 or 7 years? And of all the possible places on the planet, I find you on the beach in Cairo!” He put her down and kissed again.

“Life is unpredictable, right?” Catherine laughed. 

“At first it seemed to me that it wasn't you, but then I heard your loud laugh, which I cannot confuse with anything. How.. What.. How.. How did you end up here?” Larnie shook her hands. 

Catherine carefully nodded towards Buggy, who was watching this whole situation with a not very happy face. “It's a long story, but over there sits my main reason. Buggy, come here! This is Larnie! We went to school and university together. Larnie, this is my Buggy.”

Buggy reluctantly stood up and came closer to Catherine, pulled her closer and immediately wrapped his hand around her waist, marking the territory. 

“No! You have to tell me everything! We haven't seen each other in a thousand years! The last time I saw you, you wanted to marry the marshmallow man.” Larnie scratched his cheek. 

“Hah, yes. But the marshmallow man lost in an unequal fight with this man.” Catherine stroked Buggy’s back.

“No, no! We're going somewhere to drink. You, me and... Biggy, right?” 

“Buggy.” He answered dryly. 

“Wait a sec, Larnie!” Catherine took Buggy's hand and led him aside, asking if he wanted to go somewhere. Buggy didn't want to go, but he looked into her eyes, exhaled heavily, and agreed. Catherine jumped up with a squeal and smacked him several times on the cheek. 

They reached Arlong's Bar and sat down at a table.  Larnie looked around for a long time and was surprised at the fish people.

“When I first saw them, I had the same reaction.” Catherine laughed loudly. “It was so strange. Fish people drinking alcohol. But I'm so happy I was brought here. Oh, oh, Larnie! See the bar counter? Near it I met Buggy.” Catherine stroked Buggy's back and opened the menu. “Oh, my love. Can you order me this?” She pointed at the drawing of the blue velvet cake. 

“Ok.” Buggy stopped the fish waiter, ordered dessert, beer and wine. He practically kept his eyes on Larnie. Catherine smiled back at Buggy and silently said with her lips “I love you.”

“Can't believe it! My little friend Catherine is in a relationship. You're a lucky man, Buggy. That girl had so many guys chasing after her, but this is not surprising she has always been a cheerful laugher. But she'd just sit with her books. Sometimes they managed to ask her out, but it always ended the same way. I thought she'd end up with books or a boring, pimply librarian. But our little Catherine surprised everyone.” Larnie chuckled, called the waitress and ordered several bottles of beer for himself and Buggy and a bottle of wine for Catherine. “Oh, do you remember when I asked you out? I think it was freshman year, right? You know, dude, I somehow thought that girl liked me, because she was kind to me and asked her to the park.”

“Meh.” Buggy chuckled and poured Catherine's wine from the bottle he had ordered.

“Because you lost our tickets to the movie.” Catherine laughed. 

“Hey, I bought popcorn in the park! Anyway, she said I wasn't for her, she needed someone higher level and we stayed friends. Good friends. I whined to her every time I got dumped by a girl. So, Cath, tell me what you're doing now.” Larnie took a sip. 

“Me? Nothing.” Catherine placed her hand on Buggy's shoulder. “Buggy runs a circus.” 

“Really? The circus?” Larnie looked at him and frowned. 

“Yeah. Do you have any problems with that?” Buggy crossed his arms and practically drilled Larnie with his eyes. 

Catherine took Buggy’s hand and started stroking his arm. “The most famous circus around here. If you're in Cairo for the long haul, I suggest you go and watch the show the day after tomorrow. And there will be a new show in three months. I'm looking forward to it!”

“The show?” Larnie asked again with interest. “I'll think about it. Now I'm wondering what it is that has won over our little Catherine.” 

“Stop calling me little!” Catherine ate a piece of cake. 

“Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? But anyway. I haven't been to the circus in a long time. Are you coming? Maybe I'll join you?” Larnie took a sip.

“Of course, I'll go!” Catherine looked at Buggy, offered him a cake, but he refused. 

“Well, that's settled then, I'll go with you.” Larnie chuckled. “Oh! Remember when you and I went to the circus when we were kids. It'll be cool to reminisce about those days, right? So, what's your row? Which one should I buy a ticket for? Buggy, do you think there are any tickets left?”

“She always has the best seat.” Buggy took a sip. “And I have no idea, go to the fucking ticket office tomorrow and check. But I'm afraid all the seats are already taken.” 

“Ok, I’ll check. So wait, Catherine. You're really not working?”

"She doesn't need to work.” Buggy barked, opened the third bottle of beer and also refilled Catherine’s glass with wine. “I can provide for her myself.”

“I'm tired of my boring job as a librarian, and I'm completely happy with my life now.” She rested her head on Buggy's shoulder. “Buggy takes care of me.” 

Larnie smirked. “I have to admit, Catherine Mitchell, I haven't seen your eyes light up like that in a long time. Hm, I think, I’ve never seen you so happy.”

“Blame it all on him.” Catherine stroked Buggy’s arm. “This man made me like this. Wait! I heard that you were going to marry Haeley! What happened?”

Larnie waved his hand. “Oh, this ginger girl ran away from me to the blond cook. And I came here to lick my wounds. And I met you!”  

They sat at the bar for quite a long time, sipping beer and wine, reminiscing about old stories. Catherine laughed loudly all evening, glancing at Buggy, who was clearly unhappy with what was happening all evening and constantly snapped.

Catherine and Buggy returned home quite late. 

“Funny, right? Meeting an old friend in another country.” She took off her sneakers. “Are you okay?” 

“Yes." Buggy threw the keys on the table, but missed.

“Someone is drunk and jealous!!” Catherine smiled and hugged him from behind. 

Buggy silently took her hands away and went into the kitchen, swaying. Catherine narrowed her eyes, tiptoed to the kitchen and watched as he opened another bottle of beer, sitting down on the chair.

She came up behind him and gave him a hug. “My Buggy Bear is sad! His Cathie-pie might cheer him up?”

“I’m tired, Catherine.” Buggy pulled her arms away and slowly went into the living room.

Catherine waved her arms and followed him. “You're sulking like a pissed cat. What did I do? Why are you mad?” 

“I'm not mad.” He took a sip. 

“You walk around the house with squinted eyes and a clenched jaw. Is it because of tonight? Oh my god, Buggy!” Catherine rolled her eyes. “I haven't seen a friend in almost ten years. Sorry, I couldn't scare him off with a machine gun or your Buggy Fluggy bombs or whatever you call them. I'm sorry that I had and still have friends. And I'm sorry that I'm glad to see someone I haven't seen for a bunch of years. What was I supposed to say? Oh, sorry Larnie, my boyfriend is too jealous, I can’t look at anyone now, and I also can’t sit next to anyone.”

“Sit with whoever and wherever you want, Catherine. Even with your fucking Larnie.” He took another sip of beer and could barely stand on his feet. “Oh, you know, Buggy, I once went on a date with your girlfriend. Oh, Buggy, did you know that a flock of handsome men were running after her? Oh, l’ll go with your girl to the circus. Or maybe we can ride off into the sunset together and leave this red-nose loser alone? Because she needs someone at a higher level. I know perfectly she needs someone at a higher level.” 

“What are you talking about? I don't need anyone.” Catherine came closer and tried to hug him. “Let's talk, please.” 

“I’m gonna sleep. Tomorrow is a full day rehearsal. Everything should be perfect. What if your fucking Larnie’ll show up, I’ll have to impress him, right? Oh, little Catherine, I want to know what you’re up to. Oh, what a shame. You chose a fucking loser and even his shows are terrible. So sorry for you.” He took another sip. “Fuck, the floor is moving.” 

“Sit down, you're drunk. First, you're not a loser.” Catherine felt herself starting to get angry. “Second, can you imagine, clown, I had a life before you. And yes, I went on dates from time to time. Just remember, I chose you! Do you see any guys I want to run away with? Hey! Where are you? Maybe you're in the closet?” She went to the closet in the bedroom and opened the doors. “No one. Or maybe in the nightstand under the TV?” She opened the TV set cabinet. “No one! Surprise! You've been rude all evening, Buggy. And if you haven't noticed, I spent the entire evening showing poor Larnie that I was with you. Should I have stood on the table and rang the bell? Hello, people of Cairo. I’m Catherine and I’m with this clown. We just sat at the bar and that's it!” 

“Why the fuck would you choose this bar out of all the fucking bars in Cairo? Wasn't there another one?” Buggy hissed through his teeth. 

“What?” Catherine looked at him uncomprehending.

Buggy didn't answer. He looked at her angrily, set the bottle on the table and went to the bedroom, slamming the door loudly. 

Catherine stood for a few minutes, opened the door, knocking softly and watching him lay under the blanket with a dissatisfied growl. “Can I come in?” 

Catherine tiptoed to the closet, quickly changed into pajamas and climbed into the bed. She lay down behind Buggy and hugged him. He gently pulled her hands away. Catherine exhaled and covered herself with the blanket. Okay, she decided she'd try to talk to him in the morning. 

For the next two days, they didn't speak. The morning after the arguing, Catherine made Buggy apologetic pancakes, but it did help to improve his mood. Usually he was very clingy in the morning. But not this time. He ate breakfast in silence and left, saying nothing. No “goodbye, my Cathie-pie”, no “see you later, little shit”, no inappropriate jokes. She gave him a quick “have a nice day” kiss on his cheek but Buggy said nothing. She hoped he would start sending her messages every hour like he used to. Usually it was silly, but funny messages like "Richie yawned”, “Richie ate grass”, “Cabaji fell off his bike”, “And now look at the pain on his face." But Buggy didn't send anything, he didn't respond to her messages either. When Buggy got home, he sat in the kitchen, eating dinner and sipping a beer. And didn't talk to her. 

On the second day after arguing, Catherine thought for a long time about going to the show or not. She was not very happy with his behavior, but she realized that she overreacted too. 

Yes, they'd argued about various things during their relationship, but they'd made up quickly, even though they'd been as stubborn as sheep at times. But this quarrel did not please her at all, and Catherine felt disgusted. She'd never seen Buggy so pissed off. But why was he so mad?

Catherine was sipping her coffee and widened her eyes. “Oh, shit!”

The bar! That's why he got angry. They were in their place. 

“Fuck!” She thought.

Why had she brought Larnie there? Why hadn't she thought that this place had a special meaning to Buggy? Of course, it was special to him. She was the first person who didn't run away from him with cries of disgust, the first who accepted him with all his faults. With his grumbling, whining and driving her crazy. The first who said she loved him. She became his shelter from the world. And he met her there. 

“Stupid Catherine.” She muttered to herself, dressed up and went to the circus. Despite the arguing, she wanted to support him. As always. 

Catherine didn't expect Larnie to wait for her at the entrance, offered to drink before the show and to go for a walk after it. She refused politely, showed him where to go and quickly went to her seat. Catherine was glad that he didn't find a ticket next to her and didn't even want to imagine what would happen in another case.

Catherine sat in her seat (of course, it was the center of the front row) and waited for the show to start. She saw Buggy walk out into the arena with his arms spread out, bathing in the applause of the audience. Her flashy fool under his favorite spotlights. Buggy noticed Catherine, and she thought for a second that he was surprised to see her there. Actually, it was the first time in two days that they met gazes. Catherine raised her right hand slightly and said "hi" with her lips. But.. Nothing happened in response. Buggy usually winked at her. When he bowed at the beginning and the end of the show, he always made a small pass at the front row and always stopped in front of her for a few seconds longer to hear a quiet "I love you" from her. Catherine liked that little show of love and intimacy at moments like these. But this didn't happen this time. She was a little confused. During an act change, one of the freaks brought her a large bucket of popcorn. Catherine threw a glance at Buggy, and thought she saw a slight smile on his face. After the show, which was of course well received by the audience, Catherine waited for Buggy for a while. One of the freaks said he was busy, she exhaled sadly, saying “okay” and went home, trying not to cry.

Catherine was sitting on the couch sipping wine when she heard the jingle of keys. Buggy walked into the living room, holding a bouquet of blue roses, sat down next to her on the floor without saying a word. 

Catherine took the bouquet, put it on the table and ran her hand along his back. “Stole flowers again?” She asked quietly. 

Buggy nodded and laid his head on her lap, hugging her legs. “You'll leave me, right? You will leave me to live in the fucking marshmallow house.”

“If I had to leave, I'd gnaw my way back in the marshmallow house and return to you.” She started stroking his head. “I'm sorry. I ruined our evening.”

“You came to see my show. Without him.”

“Of course I came. Because I love you. It was amazing, as always. I’m so proud of you, Buggy the Clown. And you won't believe me, but there were three girls sitting behind me sighing at you. When you brought me popcorn, I swear, your fangirls were ready to kill me.” Catherine kissed his head. 

“Liar, I don't have fangirls.” Buggy giggled and climbed onto the sofa, laying his head on her lap again, took her hand and kissed it. “Hi.” 

“Hi.” Catherine kissed his nose. “No, you have. Look at you! You're so handsome and funny. God, I'm so lucky to have you. Do you know how difficult it was not to fall in love with you at first sight?” She ran her hand through his hair. “I was waiting for you, but one of your freaks said you were busy. I thought you were mad at me, or disgusted to look at me.”

“No! No, no, no! Richie's food arrived. The fucking courier got the time wrong and I had to do the paperwork. I sent Cabaji to tell you to wait for me, but he said that you left.” Buggy squeezed her hand. “And baby. Disgusted? Seriously? You're beautiful even now, when your hair is dishevelled, and you're sitting like an upset raccoon in your pants with.. Who is this?” 

“I’m not a raccoon, jerk! And this is a kangaroo.” Catherine smiled slightly and started stroking his face. “I’m sorry, please. I just didn't think with my brain that you were a romantic at heart.” She giggled. “Agree, let this bar be just ours. Let's go there tomorrow? Just you and me.” She kissed his forehead, watching him nod. “You know, I even know why I like this place so much. Because one day I met a blue-haired brute there. He grumbled at me and wanted to leave me in the desert. But somehow he became the love of my life. That’s why I want to take everyone there and show that special place where we met. I don't want you to think that all this doesn't matter to me. It does. It really does.” 

“Well, you can bring your sister there.” Buggy shrugged. 

“Deal. I'll let you take your friends there. But not ex-girlfriends.” 

“Then you'll have to kick a couple of waitresses out of there. We didn't meet, but there was something. If you know what I mean.” He giggled idiotically. 

“Oh, go to hell, clown.” Catherine playfully slapped his shoulder. “I can live with that. I'm still better than all of them put together. You've got the best of everything. The show, the popcorn, the house. So, I'm the best by default.”

“You forgot to mention the best sex.” Buggy looked at her with a proud face. 

“I knew that phrase would stick in your head, pervert. I just had to tell you that once.” Catherine rolled her eyes playfully. 

“Well, sorry, I can't get over my awesomeness.”

“Idiot!” She pecked him on his nose. “I think this was our biggest fight, right? But look how good we are! Our crew made it through even that. I love when you're jealous, but I don't want to fight like that anymore. Let's continue swearing about little things. Crusts on the bread, you drank all the milk, you broke all the eggs, you're not wearing pants.” 

“Cotton candy, it's hard not to be jealous. You are smart, beautiful. But you chose the loser.” Buggy became sad. 

“Okay, be jealous, I can't change you anyway. But don't say horrible things about yourself. You're not a loser. You're not a pathetic clown. You're my Buggy Bear. And I want to live with you in the marshmallow house. And let's talk more.” Catherine rested her forehead against his. “Come on. Help me make some tea, I warm up the pancakes I made for you, and you tell me about those waitresses, okay? My hot clown and girls in short skirts. Hmmm, I'm actually getting a little jealous.” She ruffled his hair, stood up from the couch, shook her buttocks to cheer Buggy up and dragged him into the kitchen. 

They made tea, took the pancakes and went to the bedroom. 

That night they talked.

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[likkolo]

here's a short chan/changbin drabble with autistic chan and fat changbin having a relaxing morning in bed <33 hope this isn't controversial but i love headcanoning chan as autistic and i just think there's so much potential for these two as feeder and feedee ✨

It’s almost seven on the dot when Changbin starts to stir, just like he does every morning. Chan smiles. He thrives off of consistency and routine. He likes for things to be predictable. So many aspects of his life are simply out of his hands, but Changbin is one of the few constants he can depend on.

A low, sleepy rumble starts in Changbin’s chest before turning into a growling sort of yawn. He punches his fists into the air as he arches his back in a big stretch, and then goes completely slack against Chan’s body. A high-pitched little whine of contentment follows, making Chan giggle softly at his adorable boyfriend.

They like to call Changbin their sweet little bunny, their fat little piglet. In reality, he’s more like a plump puma, a big affectionate cat who likes his belly rubbed so much that you forget all about his powerful muscles and sharp claws. 

“Channie,” Changbin murmurs. “Belly rubs?”

“You’re so predictable,” Chan laughs. He pulls Changbin closer, glad that Changbin is content for now to cuddle instead of running off to the gym or the studio. Not that Changbin is ever in much of a hurry to get to the gym these days. He still goes, of course, still enjoys lifting weights and keeping his muscles built, but his priorities are different now. He has another hobby that he and Chan enjoy doing together.

“Chan?” Changbin squirms in Chan’s arms, as if he’s trying to get even closer. “My belly.”

Chan reaches for the hem of Changbin’s shirt, pulls it out from beneath the hang of his lower belly. He draws the hem up over the curve of Changbin’s gut and watches as the soft fat spills out of the shirt and into a mound on top of Chan’s own flat stomach. 

“My big gorgeous boy,” Chan murmurs. He can only lie there for a moment, admiring the sight of Changbin’s bulk piled on top of him, the contrast between his smooth, muscled stomach and the hill of doughy fat spread over it. He takes a pinch of flab between his fingers and his thumb, shakes it to see the fat wobble and ripple. “Can’t believe I made you this big.”

Changbin grins, a beautiful smile that rounds the apples of his cheeks and shows off his adorable double chin. “Love getting bigger for Channie.”

Chan squeezes Changbin’s belly as a lick of arousal runs down his spine. 

Then Changbin is pouting in that adorable way that emphasizes his jowls and shifting so that more of his belly is pushed onto Chan. “I want rubs,” he whines. “You know too much jiggling and pinching starts to hurt me.”

“Drama queen,” Chan says, affectionately rolling his eyes. But he lays his palm over Changbin’s belly all the same, begins to rub in soothing circles that leave Changbin snuffling contentedly into the crook of his neck.

The motion starts to lull Chan into a more relaxed state as well, allows him to turn off his brain and focus entirely on the weight of Changbin’s belly pressing down on him. It’s comforting and solid and one of the most reassuring sensations Chan has felt in his adult life.

It didn’t take long for them to realize—once Changbin was heavy enough to have such a big belly—how much Chan enjoyed having it on him in whatever way he could get it. How much it helped in quieting his brain and calming him down. Changbin never questioned it. He simply accepted it in the same way that he accepted Chan’s shaking fists, the little sounds he sometimes made, and his aversion to certain sensations.

And Chan especially enjoys it when they’re lying skin-to-skin like this. He loves the shared body heat that would normally be too warm for him, the slide of their soft skin as if his and Changbin’s bodies are melting together. The sight of his defined abdominals being overtaken by the spread of Changbin’s soft, malleable fat.

More than anything else, Chan loves the sheer weight of it. He loves how heavy it is pressing down on him, the proof of how big Changbin has gotten for him. He loves to imagine what it must be like for Changbin to have to carry so much weight everywhere he goes, if it’s a constant reminder to him of how much Chan’s influence has changed his body. 

Chan keeps rubbing Changbin’s belly, and marvels at how perfect Changbin is for him. At how perfectly he wears the weight he’s gained, as if he was always meant to get this big. It feels so right to have his arms circled around an overweight Changbin, and Chan knows without a doubt that he couldn’t be happier.

[foxwitchaine]

Just like there are seven housewardens at Bright Heavens Institute, there are seven vice housewardens. In order:

Priscilla Vogel - twisted from the lady skunk from Bambi. She is the Floraspina vice housewarden. A hopeless romantic with a huge crush on Cater yet a meticulous planner, she is nonetheless indispensible for keeping Floraspina in order. 

Evaine Thatcher - twisted from Jane Porter from Tarzan. She is the Vermewilde vice housewarden. Originally hailing from the Rose Queendom, everyone thought she would flounder in the athletic Vermewilde dorm. She proved everyone wrong and is now the vice housewarden.

Damaris Hudson - twisted from Silvermist from the TInkerbell movies. She is the Sireciel vice housewarden. A Water Fae with a reputation as a notorious gossip, she is nonetheless well-suited for handling affairs at Sireciel. Just don't let any sensitive information reach her ears.

Alba Wyatt - twisted from Piglet from Winnie the Pooh. She is the Phaluverie vice housewarden. An anxious mess who constantly doubts her ability, Candace supports her just as much as she supports the dorm.

Talei Etana - twisted from Lilo from Lilo & Stitch. She is the Lanekema vice housewarden. Sibua's younger sister with a penchant for vehicles and old school rock. She butts heads with Sibua's admittedly overprotective nature, despite her demonstrated prowess.

Kyrie Nyx - twisted from the Headless Horseman from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. She is the Hypnocreux housewarden. An old Fae who retains a youthful disposition, she likes to scare the human students by leaving her disembodied head where it can be found.

Vardith Robur - twisted from the Dancing Flowers from the Nutcracker suite of Fantasia. She is the Magigranda housewarden. As Leda is the next Queen of Briar Valley, Vardith is her lady-in-waiting. A very sharp-tongued, half-Fae lady-in-waiting, but still valuable.

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Emotional Diapers

💙 baby Sadness: the little blue angel loves having her diapers change into clean ones. She doesn't like her diaper getting wet and messy because she will cry. Baby Sadness' favorite diaper patterns are rain clouds, cute whales, dewdrops, sheep, pandas, penguins, rain clouds and kittens.

💚 baby Disgust: this little princess doesn't like getting her diaper dirty, because it smells really bad and she also needs a change for new ones. She loves the flowers and heart patterns and even pink ones, too.

🖤baby Ennui: this sleepy little noodle sometimes gets fussy when she needs a diaper change. She prefers purple or white thick diapers with cute sloths, bats, and crescent moon patterns on them. Before bedtime, change her diaper first with nighttime ones.

💛 baby Joy: the happy little star likes her diapers with stars, sunshine, rainbows, unicorns, baby ducks, monkeys, smiley faces and puppies.

🧡 baby Anxiety: the itty bitty little tadpole is always into messy accidents on her diaper, because she will get into a meltdown and you had to change her before it's too late. After you change her, she'll calm down. Baby Anxiety's favorite ones are frogs and lightning bolts on them.

🩷 baby Embarrassment: if the chubby little one has an accident on his diaper, he'll curl into a ball, because he needs a diaper change. Baby Embarrassment's favorite diaper patterns are trains, piglets, elephants, hippos, whales, pandas, teddy bears on them.

❤️ baby Anger: this little brick prefers the white and blue ones. He may hate the girly patterns but he could rock on some dinosaurs, dragons, cars, flames, and bulls on them.

🩵Baby Envy: the tiny little baby sure loves the cutest diaper patterns she'll ever seen in her life. But her favorite ones are the twinkling stars, bunnies, hearts, color stars, ladybugs, strawberry/cherry, butterflies, rainbows, mermaids, and flowers. She will love the pink and purple thick diapers and wants to be an adorable little princess, just like baby Disgust does.

💜 baby Fear: this little nerve sometimes have accidents on his crib during the night and he will cry for you to change him. He loves the teddy bear, spirals, giraffes, bunnies and sheep patterns on his diapers.

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Hey hey :) Hope you're having a wonderful day/night❤️

For your Christmas/Holiday Prompts, can you please do #47 with Jake (TGM) pls and thank you

OH MY GOD I NEED BIG HEART EYES!!!! YES YES AND DOUBLE YES!!!!!! lol

You and Jake were exhausted by the time the celebration had dwindled down to just a few people, the snow falling outside and the animals that had been herded into the stables. You and Jake's parents would clean up in the morning. Everybody was so damn tired, there was no use in pushing yourself past your limits.

You went into the stables where each of the horse and critter stalls had all been decorated with the red and green garlands and little flickering lights which were due to go off before morning. What you found there was the last thing you had expected to see.

You found Jake with your baby boy in his arms, quietly singing a Christmas song to him as the snow fell outside and the woodstove warmed the stables. You were practically blushing at the sight before you, Jake trying to put him back to sleep and all of the animals settling in.

"Couldn't get him to sleep could you?" you asked.

"He woke up as soon as Ma passed him back to me," Jake said with a shrug. "Little man's a night owl."

You smiled and rolled your eyes. "What about the girls?"

"Come see for yourself."

Jake led you to an empty stall near the woodstove where Missy and Molly, your twin girls were sleeping peacefully under their blankets. "Are they.....?"

"Fell asleep as soon as they hit the haypile," Jake whispered before James let out a sleepy little coo. "I told'em the sooner they get to bed, the sooner Santa comes."

"And their cousins?"

"They're all sleeping in the empty stalls," Jake told you.

You followed him to an empty one across from where Missy and Molly were sleeping, the stall empty save for a fresh pile of hay scattered across the floors and in the hay trough. "Should we?" you asked.

"Family tradition," Jake chuckled with a wide grin.

Jake laid Baby James down in the hay before you wrapped him up in his little blue blanket, swaddling him just enough to make him comfortable. You and Jake laid him down in the hay trough where he yawned before shutting his eyes. You and Jake sang him right to sleep, feeling the eyes of the horses, the cows, the sheep and even the boar, his mate and the ten little piglets who slept in their stalls, were all on you and Jake. Soon enough, the two of you crawled underneath an old blanket and kissed each other goodnight.

"Merry Christmas Jake," you whispered.

"Merry Christmas (y/n)."

[winterweary]

Have a continuation to THIS post, because I didn't like how the reblog was displaying it:

Millie Wheeler was 17, and had almost convinced herself she was in love with Elias Grey when she watched him die.

Elias had long been in love with Millie Wheeler. She was no fool, and if even she had been, her Mama and Pa would never have let her miss the signs. He may not have come from a monied family, but it was wealthier than her own, enough so that it had been made clear to Millie that Elias’s infatuation with her was her Only Chance.

It was easy to keep his eye once he started looking. Millie had good enough looks to make up for her broke Pa and the fallow land they tried to farm on. And more importantly, Millie thought, she could manage the birth of a lamb with the best of them and knew what it took to keep animals happy and fed, which is more than she could say for the few competitors she might have faced.

So Millie had obediently set about the slow process of trying to fall in love with the Elias. He was sweet to her, held the door to church on Sundays and made sure her foggy glass chalice of cider stayed full on feast days. He was nice enough to look at, and seemed to be too gentle hearted to ever try and raise his hand to her.

But, heavenly father, he was dull. Millie had prayed more than once for the Lord to show her a different path. One that lead her to some sort of excitement, of life beyond their sleepy little village and her duties as one of its wives.

Often, late at night when her bedroll could not keep out the chill and she deemed it too dangerous to sleep, Millie wondered if it were those prayers that had doomed Elias to his fate.

The day it began, Elias was late to church. In fact, his entire family had been absent, an entire pew yawning empty. It was a little odd maybe, but not unheard of. Sometimes an animal got sick, or someone got hurt, and all hands needed to be on deck to help out. But usually when this happened they stayed gone, until you heard from a neighbor what had happened to delay them from this most important gathering of souls.

They do not, as Elias had that bleak Sunday, step through the doors mid sermon to light the wooden chapel with a holy fire that brought folk to their knees.

“My people,” Elias had said in an alien voice of commandment, “I have been called to a great Purpose.”  

Millie’s memories are confused after that. It was such chaos, a fervor of religious ecstasy and terror, man and woman jabbering on their hands and knees like piglets shoved into a pen without their mother. She hadn’t been able to look right at Elias, the light coming from his brow searing her eyes every time she tried. The only way she knew it was him was because she could see his hands, with scars familiar as her own after many Sundays of studying them through sermons.

Despite the wailing and tears and chanting of prayers, Elias’s voice had been easily heard. Millie did not remember all of what he said. She remembers he spoke of a New Dawning, of only the most Pious and Loyal of the flock being gently shepherded through. She remembers when Father Mason tried to call him the devil, he made the man swallow his tongue until he choked and fell unseen behind the altar. She remembers at some point she found herself shoved into the crawling bodies, slowly ushered forward until it was her turn to press her lips to the palm of Elias’s hand as a symbol of her spiritual devotion.

She remembers that even then, his flesh was already cold as death.

Millie never understood how no one else seemed to see it. As the angelic light began to fade enough so human eyes could gaze upon its vessel, it became clear that what still called itself Elias was nothing more than a walking corpse. When it limped through the nave to give its morning sermon, the smell of rot heralded the way like flowers before a bride. When the women of the village offered themselves in tribute, they re-emerged from their ministrations with the slick of petrification gleaming on their flesh. The last time that Millie kissed its palm in devotion, she saw that its smallest finger had finally rotted off.

And yet no one noticed but her. She mentioned it to her Mama only once, and been slapped so hard her ears had rung. Where Millie saw death, the folk of her village saw only salvation.

By then, word was spreading. Strangers began traveling to their village to pay homage to the corpse once known as Elias Grey and now known as The Herald. Clear as the turning of seasons, Millie could see that the time to act was running out.

Millie Wheeler did not know why she could see what the others could not. She did not know why she had been chosen for this, her own purpose. But she knew this:

Millie Wheeler was 17, and she was going to kill an angel.