#soft silk and little kittie kisses <3

[happyheidi]

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[horanghoe]

a saturday-night kind of love

MAIN M.LIST // ATEEZ M.LIST

members/group: Seonghwa, Wooyoung — (one sfw scene with Hongjoong) // ATEEZ

pairing: Reader x Seonghwa x Wooyoung // Hybrid!ATEEZ x Hybrid!Reader (Fem perspective)

rating: 18+ (adult content)

genre: fluff, heavy smut, practically 3some PWP, established relationship with Seonghwa, hybrid!ateez, !! minors dni !! warnings below the line !!

word count: 14.9k

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - (Cigarettes After Sex)

Meet Me in the Hallway - (Harry Styles)

Dandelions - (Ruth B.)

Crazy for You - (Adele)

Hu Man - (Greentea Peng)

Wasn’t Looking - (ELIZA)

Kiss Me More (feat. SZA - (Doja Cat, SZA)

Addiction - (Dja Cat)

Actually, p much any doja song, f it team, go wild

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - (Maneskin)

Music To Watch Boys To - (Lana Del Rey)

Kill Of The Night - (Gin Wigmore)

Follow Me Like the Moon - (Sammy Rae & The Friends)

& ofc

Horizon - (ATEEZ)

Fireworks (I’m The One) - (ATEEZ)

Answer - (ATEEZ)

T/W’s: all fem perspective

heavy three-way smut with frequent mention of hybrid features; this is purely fiction and not intended to harm. If you don’t like hybrid!au’s, please scroll on, peace and love!! Stuff happens between the boys (member x member x reader). Power dynamics are for you the reader to decide, but predominantly dominant Seonghwa, switch reader/Wooyoung. Light restriction, voyeurism, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms for the reader, soft-dom demands, water play & If you squint there’s a praise kink in there (definitely not a self-insert lkasdjmfdks).

All safe and consented ~ just happy filth <3 Enjoy <3

(Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added ♡ )

You had been in a similar position before. Between a counter and your husband's hips.

But never so close to leaving for a party.

———————–

Seonghwa had been on edge the whole week. A lot rested on his shoulders at the moment, and you knew this. Behind every great man is a greater woman, after all.

For a bunny hybrid, you were somewhat conniving.

Nothing like your patient cousins; nothing like your anxiously twitching mother. Nor doting teachers, or colleagues plastered with that weak face and openly pleading eyes.

The thought made you smile; arms crossed confidently against your chest as you spied on your handsome partner in the mirror; the reflection catching his hands anxiously clenching together, head and hair in his hands, sharp black ears folded back in annoyance.

Tonight the two of you were attending a work party. 

But it was much more than that. 

As shown by the weakly discarded whiskey bottle and expensively-frosted glass placed haphazardly on the table in front of the large feline. Half drunk and misted by ice and hot breath. Fingerprints showed where the glass had been so desperately grasped.

You twirled your hair around your finger, admiring him for a moment inside of your refuge. His broad shoulders. Fixed hair. Stylish silhouette. All of it covered the gentleman you knew him to be.

And you even laughed to yourself. Had to bite your lip and cough harshly to disguise the noise of coy snickering. Not that Seonghwa had even heard - too caught up in his own world to notice the flash of red being swiped from the nearby closet and whooshing past the slit in the door.

Red silk. That oughtta get him out of his grouchy mood. 

Better a blowout-playfight than a big anxious kitty having to make massive business deals on a bad rain night. Oh, you could just bite his cute little frown right off.

And so you dressed to kill. 

You picked out a maxi silk dress with a deep v line; a true bright red to catch his heart. The leg slit sat high against your thigh; just enough to catch his eyes. And your clear strapped heels were sharp enough to put a dent in that god-awful marbled floor you were mere hours away from encroaching upon.

You heard Seonghwa set down his empty glass after swishing the sharp liquid back against his palette a third time in the last ten minutes. Poor angel; he was sure to drown himself in liquor at this rate. And you had no doubt it burned his palette via the sour look on his face.

Pulling out of your thoughts, you smiled at the distant frown gracing his brows. You loved him so deep in your soul - worries and all.

“Baby ~” You called as gently as possible. Almost cooing to catch the attention of his heavy mind. Your eyes stayed sharp to Seonghwa’s body through the limited reflection you had managed to secure. Curious as to how much you would have to work tonight.

Said man's ears perked up on instinct; shoulders perking up and eyes pulled out of his daze as if a whip had cracked beside him. Ah - he was not yet a lost cause. His ears swivelled in your direction before folding back against his hair, once his eyes followed. Blinking away his bleary anger as his face settled.

“Yes, love?” He called back; low voice hushed by anxieties.

“Could you help me with this necklace when you’re done in there please ~ Thank you ~“

You almost hated yourself for the way your voice flowed so freely out to the hallway; entrancing Seonghwa into instantly standing to attention. If only with a little tension in his chest at his heart aching to follow you.

“Coming.” He mumbled with a shrug and sigh to himself. Gripping at his glass to take down the last of the liquor in his cup, he placed it back on the table and adjusted his suit before moving numbly beyond the sofa.

You quickly moved to action; kicking the door with your heel to balance it skillfully shut on the latch, flicking your hair over your shoulder and grabbing your lipstick to bend at the waist, leaning close to the mirror. 

Upon tapping lightly on the door with his knuckles to check your decency; you sang a noise that signified he could enter.

Pressing the door open, Seonghwa’s ears swung around to the front of his hair at full alert, face shocked at such an unfamiliar sight before him.

Mostly, he was staring at your exposed leg. The shape of your thighs and ass. The curve of your spine into the dip of your breasts greeting him in the mirror.

It took him a moment, but upon you turning to place a hand against his chest, Seonghwa regained himself.

His tail quivered harshly against his thighs as his solid grip caught your wrist.

“Is something wrong, angel? You seem distracted and so uptight tonight.” 

You uttered coyly, discarding the lipstick to the surface behind you. His eyes sharpened at your overly-keen smile. Nostrils flaring to intake your heaviest musk perfume as you winked up at him.

It took him merely one tug of your arm, pulling you back and looking you over, to realise the act you were pulling. 

So sharp, even for a feline.

Despite the obvious agitation settling into the cluttered frown on his face, a purr rippled softly against the fabric of his blazer. And you giggled, smiling at his scowl.

Tugging you back to his body Seonghwa struggled to speak. The words of annoyance and the avoidance of upsetting you muddled into a sharp question and glossy eyes.

“This dress?”

Oh. You had hit a nerve. Beautiful gameplay on your part.

And you didn’t miss the way his eyes fuzzed over with lust as your droplet earrings tapped against your pulse; head tilting to tap at your chin in faux thought.

He considered ripping the fabric from your body. Leaving you here to figure it out later. So unprepared for you to directly challenge him that his mind struck a blank.

The two of you had very few rules, but one of them was that some outfits (on both persons) were purely for private nights. Dates, socialite activities, or otherwise.

This happened to be Seonghwa’s dress. His preference for any specially arranged outing. More accurately; his dress, period.

“What? I thought it was your favourite? You’ve always loved this dress, Hwa ~ Thought it might help ease your nerves, baby…”

His lips twitched up into a sneer as you leaned to press a kiss to his cheek. 

Seonghwa’s mind plunging into sin gave you enough of a gap to slip so easily from his weakened grip, like a well-trained seducing artist.

You just knew him too well. Knew what it took to get him where you wanted him. And you knew how much he loved to play.

“It is my favourite. That’s the issue.”

He let you leave his presence. Crossing his arms as he leaned back against the doorway with a solid purr thrumming against his ribs. If he had to watch you play your little games of attention-stealing for the night then he would at least enjoy the show.

And enjoy it he certainly did.

Since the last time you had worn the silk slip - a hole had been expertly placed at the base of your tailbone. Big enough to allow your bunny tail to find purchase; matching your ears flopped on either side of your cheeks and enveloped in large airy curls.

“You’re such a fiend, little bun-bun.” Seonghwa practically growled through deep purrs, eyes sharply attached to your fluid and bobbing movements as you twirled to show him your entire profile.

A wash of arousal washed over you, tail bouncing to attention and steps faltering as you walked over to the jewellery boxes on your dressing table.

“Ah, I don’t know what you mean, Hwa. I’m just trying to look pretty for my husband -”

Turning around sharply at the sound of movement, you intercepted Seonghwa’s attempt at trapping you against the counter by pressing a large chunky necklace against his chest. Your ears dropped back behind your shoulders as nerves fluttered in your belly and a pulse began beating in your core.

Naturally inclined to fight his every movement; so unlike a usual bunny hybrid. This was why you two had worked so well together. Seonghwa melded under your thumb, this much was clear, but he also had his own ways to sweep up your vivacious spirit into a blushing mess.

Seonghwa examined you with a look of knowing - your game had been named without a word - and took the necklace out of your tacky palms with a roll of his eyes. Body full of excited nerves, you met his skin as you pulled your hands away. A skim over his delicate wrists caused him to release a handsome purr, despite what he may have wanted to show.

“Turn around.” He instructed gently but with firmness. “Please, love.”

Seonghwa stepped away to allow you to turn to face the same mirror you had been spying on him from before. Adding the lax please to appease your game. You both knew who would be holding the reigns tonight.

The feline's eyes met yours in the mirror, hips and larger frame now trapping you against the cupboard via a solid step forward. But before your heart could leap from your chest to your mouth, he placed the large-gemmed droplet up and over your head. 

“You look deadly, and beautiful, my little bun. But you’re mistaken if you think anyone but me can see you in this… In a hall of very rich and filthy-minded predators… It’s almost like you want me to get possessive sometimes.”

He fixed your necklace as he went, hands smoothing down both shoulders to hear your breath catch and arms grip your chest. His purr rippled against your shoulder blades as his eyes met yours in the mirror again.

“Do you? Want me to get possessive over you, Y/N?” The question hung heavy in the air for a breath, but your spry giggles caused his felt ears to twitch forward in curiosity.

“Mmm, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.” 

Seonghwa pinched his eyes at you before sighing through his nose and settling his nerves. 

“You look so handsome tonight, my pretty feline. But far too highly strung…“

Seonghwa’s ears had begun to ease forward. A less agitated and more familial smile on his dashing face. 

“Let us play right under their noses. It’ll make the whole thing a hell of a lot easier. I promise.”

Seonghwa dipped his head as he bit his tongue with his canines, shaking his hair to laugh softly.

Your thoughts cut short as his fingers gripped at the top of your ribs. Bringing his hot breath and purring mouth closer to your ear; until he pressed a feather-light kiss to your pulse behind your jaw.

To your dismay, a soft sigh released from your body. Your husband smiled knowingly against your skin. Inhaling as he pulled up; drawing one arm up and under your armpit to grip at your throat.

Each part of your body twitched. The tables had turned and his dominance was quickly sweeping you under the crushing wave of opposing force.

Your ears pulled back as Seonghwa used his grip on your chin to tilt your head against his other arm planted on the counter.

“Sit pretty, bun.” He purred against your hair, watching you nod softly in the mirror before biting at the juncture of your beautifully soft and long ears, chuckling at the easily scored moans, picked out from the memory of your body. 

Seonghwa released your pulse to let you gasp a breath, arms struggling between supporting yourself and gripping his flexing forearm slotted delectably between your collarbone and breasts. His grip moved to your jaw, swiping his tongue up against the length of your neck while winking in the mirror at your wanton short whimpers; your legs pressing against his thigh tucked up against your pulsing core.

“I appreciate the thought, my love -” He mumbled, before placing a large and lewd open kiss on the spot directly above your racing pulse. 

Your nose and expression twitched restlessly as a wash of lust came over you; his proximity making the sweet hormones swim directly to his brain. His purrs only grew more intense. Biting his lip to resist gnawing at you like his favourite old fish bone.

“But you know how I feel when so many eyes are on you. I don’t trust them.”

The annoyance in his voice was translated by the nip at the newly sensitive patch on the side of your throat - tactfully placed to be easily hidden by your hair.

“Never took you as a sour loser, Hwa. What’s wrong with a little competition every now and then?”

A solid thwap sounded as his hand swiped your thigh. 

“Haven’t lost any of your little games though, have I bunny?” Seonghwa sneered into your hair as you cheeped something frightful.

You mumbled something close to an apology for pushing him; before sighing as he moved his palm gripping tightly at your aching jaw to smooth down the length of your body.

His palm lay heavy until he landed just close enough to your core for you to wriggle. He glided his fingers under the slit of the fabric, dragging his large palm over the expanse of your lower stomach, and subsequently causing his arm to brush up over the string of your high thong - your husband's purr and eyes piercing your own defiant ones caused his lip to twitch, pulling away with a roll of his eyes. 

Subsiding the battle, for now.

This was far too close for the feline. If he had any hope of lasting the night he needed to temper your moods. The smell of your attraction would be stuck to his sleeve all night now, no doubt soaking his slacks as you moved your hips endlessly.

His hand pulled back to smell the aroma so filthily stuck to the fabric of his blazer. But he loved you too much to fight. Seonghwa’s expression turned weak as his pupils blew wide, eyes drooped in lust and his tail swooshed to curl around your calf. 

He tried a softer approach; pleading with you.

“I don’t trust the way you pull people in so easily, bun… like some kind of drug. It’s unfair. Makes me feel… like I need to claim you… need to mark you, otherwise, you might slip away… Let’s send a pre-emptive warning, shall we, my love?” 

Seonghwa’s eyes flicked to your own. Your heart thrummed against your chest as you nodded, bathing in love at his ask for consent to mark you. The thought made you ground down on him slightly in excitement. 

“Good bunny.” He purred directly into your ear. Lips quirking into a loving smile as you swallowed, eyes glued to him as he moved to hold your jaw against his shoulder, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

Pulling his tongue up the length of your pulse, he immediately attacked your throat. Kissing and biting and sucking such lewd and mind-melding hickeys from your jaw down to your jugular until he settled in one particular spot that made you moan in a high pitch. He gripped your jaw to pull you even further back against his body with his thigh propped up even higher; until finally, you whined loudly enough that he pulled away with flicking ears and a content smile. 

So obviously claimed; the whole thing sent the two of you for a whirl.

Seonghwa held you steady as he pulled his body away, allowing you to recentre for a moment before you twisted in his hold to shyly meet him for a reassuring kiss. He brushed your hair over your shoulder as he smiled down his eyelashes, his consistent low thrumming purr letting you know he was content.

“I’ll let you test your theory - and my limits - tonight love. I could use the distraction, you’re right. But remember the rules. I don’t have the energy nor want to argue with you anytime soon. Okay?” 

A wash of joy flooded through you as you bounced joyfully on the pads of your feet, pulling him down by the neck to place a kiss on his cheek. "Of course. Nothing public. No more than two. Safety first." Giggling at the sheer lipstick marking the love and trust of your husband on his high-arched cheek, he fussed you out of the room, pretending to ignore the glee on your face.

Truly, you were a grown woman and you could wear whatever you damn wanted.

But as Seonghwa slipped your silk and faux fur scarf over your shoulders, he knew from your trust that you trusted him with your body, your soul. Trusted to keep you in his best interest. And he had a good eye for beauty.

As you pressed at the bruises against your skin in the lift down to the waiting taxi, you smiled up at your husband. Kissing the ring on his finger before wrapping your scarf up and around your shoulders like an old Hollywood star. You knew Seonghwa was so doting, so serving and patient, and so, so willing to lay everything on the line for you. 

And you could already guess how hard he was going to fuck you later.

———————–

The night was going well. 

For you at least.

Seonghwa stood around a table of weathered elderly men. 

Due to the job roles, positions, and social biases; almost all of them were predator types. If hybrid at all. His eyes flickered to find you occasionally. Amused to watch you mingle with his peers. Like a lighthouse looking out for his favourite boat on distant shorelines.

Being a prey hybrid made you a little more likeable by default. But you worked extra hard to keep a neutral disposition tonight to fit in with the crowd. Any opposition here could become dangerous. And you had a quick temper that only one man could handle.

“So,” You snapped out of gentle eye contact with your husband to re-focus on the young male sitting beside you. 

He was, by all accounts, chatting you up at the bar. But he was a familiar face you wouldn’t mind having a little fun with until the night spun out. Familiar in a deja-vu sense. You weren’t able to put a finger on it, but you knew him from somewhere. You sipped at your drink with a slight nod to continue.

“What brings a little bunny like you out to a posh and stuffy hall of predators? Hmm?”

You laughed benevolently behind your hand, but the laugh began at your belly and shook up through your shoulders, so it was a little hard to hide. Setting your drink down, you watched his reaction to what you had to say curiously. His response would be vital and telling to how the night would continue.

“I believe I run your department. And might be older than you by a small chunk.” 

Wooyoung blinked, before shooting a squeaked “Oh - no shit?”.

You laughed but ended with a shrug. Nodding at his curious eyes scanning over you in a new light. 

“Yeah, but I mostly run the place from home. I am here as a plus one though, so…”

The young fox tweaked his ears; clearly annoyed by this news. You placed a hand on his chest, a smile of playfulness stuck to your features. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes followed his nose; flickering to the bruise peeking out of your slightly dishevelled hair. He was entirely absorbed by you; having followed your scent across the room and to said bar stools. A fox and a bunny - what could go wrong in that match-up?

“Don’t leave so soon.” Your voice brought him back into focus, eating your words whole with that sly foxy smile. His tail jerked a little, despite his timid nod. “We’re open, with a few rules and regs. If that’s something you’re interested in?”

Wooyoung took a solid inhale before his mind could work again.

“Define open?” 

You had found a new little plaything.

———————–

Seonghwa watched from across the floor space as a hand was placed on your knee; pillowed by twenty minutes of flirtatious laughter and anecdotes. 

He was pretty sure Wooyoung was 99% unaware of your partnership, because if the younger hybrid was able to link the dots - scent, ring and last name aside - he would be 900 yards away from ever even speaking to you.

Come to think of it, he may have tried to flirt with you even more with that knowledge, just to get under Seonghwa’s skin. 

Wooyoung was like Seonghwa’s little brother, in a very loose and hierarchical sense. But he was also a flirtatious and annoying brat, in every situation and scenario they had ever been in together.

A laugh sounded beside Seonghwa and his face contorted into something sour. 

Upon standing to move closer to the bar and catch a mental break from the stale, tense business talk; his best friend cruised to stand beside him, twirling Seonghwa’s anxiously flicking tail around his wrist before patting his behind familiarly. 

The shorter male, Hongjoong, caught your eye from across the bar, smiling to himself. You could pick up on the feline's anxieties from a mile away. Hongjoong winked with a knowing smile and waved until you were comforted enough to return the wave, focusing back on Wooyoung once more. 

The otter was aggressively clever and had sensed the tense game of cat and mouse playing out between the two of you as soon as your sharp heels had tapped onto the marble flooring earlier that evening.

“Loosen up, pretty boy.” He chuckled under his breath, reaching to buy a drink for the two of them. “She knows what she’s doing.”

Seonghwa shot the otter a sharp scoff, ears pinched back against his head. “That’s exactly my issue.” He mumbled something unintelligible over the rim of his glass, closing his eyes to try and temper the angry swishing of his tail. 

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “What? What is it? You’re worried she’ll take Fantastic Mr Fox home and not you? Leave her favourite house cat on the streets for an idiot-street-smart Canidae?” 

“No - she would never.” Seonghwa scoffed again, shaking his head and shrugging like it was obvious. 

“Then - what’s your issue exactly?” 

Seonghwa groaned with dramatics; rolling his eyes and flinching at the sound of your laughter echoing down the glass pane of the swish bar. Thank god you were separated by groups of people, Hongjoong thought. His friend looked truly miserable.

“I don’t know. It’s unfamiliar. I’m on edge.” 

Seonghwa spoke through his teeth. The old drink was quickly discarded before snatching his new drink from the bar and clinking a cheer of unspoken companionship with Hongjoong, both swishing back the cold and smooth whiskey on a dime. 

"Such a feline." Hongjoong however, laughed, despite the male's tense aura. It was a peal of gentle, understanding laughter. 

“Just follow her lead, Hwa. Figure out your boundaries - and theirs, as the night follows through. You’ve both been wanting to try this for months now; don’t pull the rug for some nonexistent small ass anxieties.” Seonghwa peered at him, choosing not to comment. His relaxing ears gave him away, however. “As long as everyone’s safe, clean and consenting - truly, what is the issue here?” 

Seonghwa struggled to find an answer - before blurting out a sharp “Wooyoung is a mouthy brat who has no idea how to follow rules or respect boundaries.” before his brain or sober mouth could catch up.

Hongjoong blinked at his friend for a second before reeling back with laughter, settling with a hand on Seonghwa’s shoulder. He dropped his gaze, biting his lip before pulling Seonghwa’s ear down to his mouth level. 

“Then show him how to.” Hongjoong pulled away with a nonchalant shrug, “Or don’t. Y/N seems to be handling him just fine. Have some fun, Hwa. And loosen up for God’s sake, you big broody panther.”

———————–

From Hongjoong’s reassuring presence at your obviously tense husband's side; you knew Seonghwa would ease before time was up.

You tried to stay focused on the rusty skill of flirting, but you were starting to grow anxious without your big cat at your side. Separation anxiety, in its finest and most unwelcome degrees.

“You’re pretty cool, you know. Feisty, for a rabbit. And pretty as fuck.” 

Peering over Wooyoung’s features, your eyes softened. Shifting slightly in your chair as his palm slid in a steady pattern against the inside of your knee; causing you to wet your lips. He looked different suddenly; handsome, and alluring. By nature or design, you weren’t sure, but you hummed softly. Leaning even closer to his space. He smelt like fresh lemon grass and it was dizzying.

“Those words don’t suit you very well, baby boy. Try hell instead.” 

The cogs turning in Wooyoung’s brain were almost audible. Until his brain caught up and in a minorly drunk haze flurry he yelped a quick “P-pretty as hell, bunny.” 

His face burned a bright red as you laughed, considering how much he may have overstepped this time. Your laughter was loud but full of harmless amusement. As you drew back into your bubble, you lifted his chin gently with a wink, before meeting his lips in a domineering kiss. 

Wooyoung whined mournfully as you pulled away, practically melting in his suit as he struggled to stay composed.

“I’m not - I don’t -” He stuttered as you moved back slightly, a smile resting on your cheeks. 

He looked panicked, exposed.

“It’s okay. Don’t be shy, handsome. You’re cute, Woo. Plus, everyone has their vices.” Swallowing harshly, he nodded, seeming to be thinking before glancing at his hand resting on your thigh, the ring on your finger, the mark on your neck, your words of invite; before finally joining the dots together.

“And your husband - he d-doesn’t mind?” 

“It depends.” A familiar voice spoke behind the space behind the two of you. Low in tone and bare of any amusement. You smiled up behind you, placing a hand on the one at your exposed leg to stop Wooyoung from pulling back in fright. It barely helped.

“Whether you’re going to make this any more difficult than it needs to be.”

Seonghwa met your eyes. So much said by nothing. This is ok, it read, I trust you. And your heart swooned. A sound high and shrill escaped from the fox beside you both, snatching your attention to look at the mixed expression in front of you. The fox’s tail had sparked up into a small bush in shock.

“W-WHAT? The fuck?! SEONGHWA?” 

Seonghwa released a groan of annoyance, making you look between the two of them with a scoff.

“You guys - know each other?”

The response was immediate. 

“Unfortunately.” Muttered a tired Seonghwa. 

“KNOW EACH OTHER?!” cried a perturbed Wooyoung.

“I’ve worked with Wooyoung for years.”

“Yeah, but I never knew you had a wife. Or that you were DTF LIKE THAT.”

“Never knew you you had a praise kink, pretty kit, but here we are, hmm?” 

Seonghwa’s ears flicked at your movements to turn and face him. Wooyoung’s Adam apple bobbed, mouth agape and searching for words.

You couldn’t hold in the snicker aching at your cheeks, laughing at the two of them fully. Despite the initial reaction, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement going on between the two of them. 

Seonghwa pressured Wooyoung to his limit until he eventually averted his gaze with bent ears and a quiet yip. A soft purr could be heard as your husband placed his hand on the younger male's neck. Pulling his thumb against the thin hair there.

Any untrained eye would see this as a platonically friendly gesture, but the way Wooyoung twitched made you giggle in hubris. Hands clasping in his lap as all the cocky nature from flirting with you in the past hour dissipated into thin air.

Seonghwa removed his hand with a sigh once Wooyoung had glanced back up at him with newly encaptured and glossy eyes. 

Gripping the back of both your chairs he dropped his head with a shake, only to look back up with a tight smile. 

"You sure know how to pick your men, my beautiful lop." His smile was kind but drenched in sarcasm. 

It was silent between the three of you for a few long seconds, Wooyoung shifting in his seat, but his eyes trained on you. His hand had now been retracted, body demeanour tense. 

You tutted, pouting up at your husband and standing up from your seat to meet his chest with yours. You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers and kissing his chin to soften his sharp expression.

“You’re scaring him, Hwa. Play nice ~” 

Seonghwa purred softly through open lips, having forgotten how sweet he had made you smell before the two of you left the apartment. He hummed in agreement, brushing your hair behind your ear to bend a kiss to his previous marking. Irises unpinching as soon as you were directing, in a way Wooyoung had never seen from his elder.

Your butt and hip rested on Wooyoungs thigh as Seonghwa pressed you back. Slotting you back and in-between the smaller male's legs, totally dazed as he held you from falling against the bar. His fingers dug desperately into your hips as you held onto your husband's shoulders, entranced by your chemistry.

"Y-you smell so fucking good." Wooyoung whimpered quietly. "Both of you…"

Seonghwa maintained eye contact with the fox as he made you wiggle in a struggle to stay quiet, another hickey pressed against your bruised pulse. Your tap against his shoulder told him he was pushing his very own rules; caught up in the game.

When Seonghwa pulled away, Wooyoung gulped audibly. 

But upon peering back at him over your shoulder, he didn’t seem anxious in a bad way anymore. His eyes were wide, ears perked to attention and nose twitching occasionally. You giggled, allowing Seonghwa to rise over the two of you, Wooyoung practically holding you to sit on his inner thigh.

And with his tail curled over his crotch so obviously, you couldn’t help but coo at him.

“Shall we do this, then?” Seonghwa offered. Voice still low and tense, but eased slightly. “Whatever this is.”

You nodded, looking at Wooyoung for an answer. 

He seemed to be thinking about it. Withdrawing into himself before you placed a gentle kiss on the edge of his lips. Laughing like bells as his ears folded. He peered up at Seonghwa, seemingly regaining his confidence in small steps. He nodded, at both of you.

“Use your words, Woo. We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. This is new for us, too.” Seonghwa mumbled, low enough for people to not hear. 

You melted a little; your husband had mellowed his behaviour to make the fox more comfortable upon your request.

Wooyoung nodded quickly, seemingly sharp-minded once more as that sly smile returned. He laughed nervously, itching at the heat on the tip of his ears.

“I’m good. Sounds like fun. And I’m pretty comfortable with you guys separately, already, so… Fuck it, live a little.” 

"Are you happy to discuss the details when we're inside our home? You’re free to leave whenever, just discussing it there would be a little more…" Seonghwa’s voice dimmed into something dark as he licked his lips. Wooyoung’s eye contact seemingly affected him; amplified by the way he stood over him pressed tight against the bar.

"Private!" You finished for him. Seonghwa humming as he pet over your head in one solid stroke. You shivered in delight, thighs tight together as Wooyoung’s nose twitched.

"Sure. Sounds good." The fox moaned softly. 

Seonghwa paused. "Are you clean?" 

Wooyoung scoffed softly, a sly grin back with a short laugh. 

"Dirty mind, clean body, Hwa. You guys?"

He never knew Wooyoung to lie. Wicked humour with a kind heart. Seonghwa grumbled with a roll of his eyes before nodding, you nodded too. 

"We're clean! And happy to be hosting you ~" You beamed happily.

Seonghwa’s nerves settled even further purely via the expression of joy on your face. He smiled with a small chuckle before releasing your intertwined hands to move away.

“I’ll go ask for our ride.” 

But he paused before moving away completely. Sensing something was off by sixth sense and sharp intuition. And his nose picked up on something he hadn’t quite expected yet.

Seonghwa purred loudly, flicking his tail as you sent him a finger heart with a giggle and poked your tongue out between your teeth. Wooyoung’s palm and fingers had been playing with your tail and causing a rush of hormones to tint the air ever since you had landed on his thighs. And no doubt being the reason for you moving around so much, or being so happy.

Being so tense, the feline hadn't noticed. But now that he had moved away; he quickly realised that he needed to move the both of you out of there and fast before anyone else noticed. The people beside you were already sparing glances.

Sly bastard, Seonghwa thought to himself.

“At least keep it in your pants until we get home, please.” Seonghwa reasoned in a hushed voice, sighing through a pinched nose. “both of you.” 

At the added instruction, Wooyoung snickered, using his grip on your thighs and your dizzying head to pull you closer and run his nose up against your cheek. You swooned quietly, carding your nails through his hair.

“No promises.” The fox whispered, biting at your skin.

Seonghwa yowled lowly in annoyance; quickly tempered by your intervening pinch to the fox’s ears. 

"Go on, baby. Nothing public. I promise. I love you."

Your husband watched you cautiously before giving a nod. “You too, bun.” Leaving to call your ride.

———————–

The ride home was reasonably long. Around an hour.

You soon found yourself in the back of the taxi, Wooyoung pressed tightly between you and Seonghwa’s tall frame. And seeing him squirm so much made you beam. 

After giving some instructions and a wad of cash to the front of the car, Seonghwa leaned back in his seat. Gesturing for the chauffeur driver to roll the partition up before looking out to the city streets through tinted windows. 

Buzzing with excitement, you didn’t let a beat pass you by. Crossing your leg up and over Wooyoung’s knee with a smile. The fox scoffed gently, nodding to your husband, still wary to do much without the big grouchy cat's go-ahead. His hand squeezed at your knee before anxiously detaching.

You would need to change that.

You smiled with a look of I'll deal with this, before hooking your finger into Wooyoung’s collar, wriggling the tie loosely free with a kiss to his hot ear. Wooyoung was so responsive; moaning softly as his hands rested in fists at his crotch. 

“Y/N.” Seonghwa’s deep and stern voice spoke loudly into the otherwise quiet back seats.

He didn't even need to look to know who initiated the mischief. But you couldn’t help yourself. Your heel slipped off as your thigh hung over Wooyoung’s opening legs even further. Giggling against his shoulder, and causing general trouble.

Seonghwa’s sharp gaze turned to find you testing his limits.

“What - everyone’s still in their pants aren’t they?” You hummed softly, smoothing over Wooyoung's clothed and growing cock to permeate your point. Wooyoung moaned openly, head hitting back against the seat.

At Seonghwa’s lack of response, you giggled. He was wrapped around your finger and he loathed to admit it. 

Wooyoung’s ears had grown immensely red. Laughing nervously as he turned to look at the taller male. “Do you want us to stop?” 

A beat of silence spread in the back seat. 

Tension was tangible as Seonghwa peered over at the two of you fully. But to your complete and utter bemusement; the feline moved to grip at the nape of Wooyoung's mid-length hair, kissing him firmly and with intent like a wave crashing at the rocks of an unexpecting cliff.

Wooyoung whined softly, body shifting to face the taller male better before responding in equal measure. Seonghwa’s kiss started with working open Wooyoung’s pursed lips but ended with the younger writhing in his seat as he sucked on Wooyoung’s tongue, lips clashing and gripping tight onto his blazer.

Seonghwa broke the kiss with a deep purr rattling against his chest before it settled.

"No." He purred loudly and deeply, peering at you watching from the corner of his eyes as he smoothed his palm over Wooyoung’s tail. 

Wooyoung practically melted, yipping softly as you smoothed your hand up his thigh, slinking up against him to rub the pressing hard-on in his fitted trousers.

Wooyoung cried out, gripping your arm weakly. The combined movements of grinding against your palm in his seat, your wet tongue in his right ear, mixed with Seonghwa’s heavy pine scent and heavy palms feeling wherever he could, made Wooyoung practically pant with need.

“Y-you guys, f-fuck - I’m gonna come in m-my f-fucking pants, f-fuck -” Wooyoung tried to whisper but ended with a strong wanton wobbly whine as Seonghwa gripped his throat to pull him into a kiss. Pressing against his pulse points as he whimpered.

You cooed softly, relenting your hot tongue against his ear to mumble. “Feeling that desperate, beautiful? All cared for in the back seat of the car? It’s okay, you can come, baby. In fact… I'd actually like that. D’you think you could cum for us angel? Show us how handsome you are when you cum in your pants in the back of this ride? So naughty ~ Can't even hold yourself together!” 

Seonghwa pulled away to let him nod and gasp a breath, saliva strung between swollen lips. The feline smiled at you. Almost in awe. Mostly in an anxious plea for you to quit pushing boundaries. You simply smiled back with a giggle. He enjoyed seeing you have fun, every so often. And you were enjoying yourself greatly. So he remained trusting.

"Y-yeah - can cum -" Wooyoung's high-pitched whines pulled both of you back into the space.

You fondly kissed Wooyoung’s flush cheek before quickly asking, “What do you need baby?” 

Wooyoung whined, chest heaving as he struggled to find the words, stuttering a quick “M-mouth - p-please -” before glancing between the two of you.

Hmm, that was on the line. No public sex was one of Seonghwa’s rules, as much as you had tried to push it. 

"Since you asked so nicely."

But it seemed like even Seonghwa could be swayed; the dark patch of precum at Wooyoung’s lap along with his incessant whining and wriggling and rocking of his thighs all causing Seonghwa to nod at you.

“Fabric only, bun.” He reminded you, voice leisurely now that he had loosened up.

Pressing an air kiss on your fingers to your beloved for granting you your wish, you wasted no time in moving to bend over Wooyoung’s already spread knees, Seonghwa gripping the fox’s thigh up and over his own like you had done before, only at a higher angle. This allowed for more reach, a solid swipe of your tongue at the underside of his clothed balls making him whine; until you covered him with your mouth entirely.

Wooyoung sure was loud. 

Seonghwa purred softly in response to his growing yips, angling his head to kiss directly down onto Wooyoung. The angle let him push his tongue further into his mouth, hand free to roam his chest and rub at his nipples from underneath the pressed shirt.

It didn’t take very long for Wooyoung to come, and it was pretty hard. Despite it being mostly heavy petting; from all the stimuli he came so hard his nerves fried to the ends. Moaning against Seonghwa until he tapped out, body resting against the feline's torso and thighs, shaking slightly.

After a few breaths, he regained himself, shaking off the daze cutely, with a groan.

“I can’t believe you guys made me cream my pants. Like some kind of sad horny high-school kid.” 

At his sad tone, you tutted softly. Turning his face to place a delicate kiss on his lips. 

"But you looked so desperate all worked up for me!"

Wooyoung’s breath caught in his throat, and that’s when you noticed his hands resting under his thighs this entire time. You cocked your head slightly, but Seonghwa was quicker.

“Baby boy -" Seonghwa hummed softly, "do you like constraints? You could have asked, I’m wearing a belt.” 

Wooyoung blushed hard, hanging his head with a shy laugh.

“Ah - sorry - I guess - I never thought to ask…” You smiled with a gentle laugh. Allowing the street lights to hit the inside of the car with a break of silence.

But the back of the car was soaked in hormones and pheromones. Seonghwa eyed the way you rubbed your thighs together from the other side carefully; purring softly in admiration as you turned to continue your fun.

“You looked so pretty when you came Woo-ie.” Wooyoung softened at your timid compliment, so honest and genuine that even Seonghwa smiled with a nod.

Wooyoung snickered, looking up at you with a shit-eating grin. Uh oh, you thought.

“I imagine you’d look even prettier sucking one of our cocks off properly.” 

You wanted to cringe, but it was funny. Even Seonghwa rolled his eyes as he let out an unbelieving laugh, flicking Wooyoung’s ears in a correcting manner.

“You’re so crude, Woo.” Seonghwa laughed, unoffended as long as you were. “I could have gone my whole life without hearing that.”

“Are you saying she doesn’t look good choking on your cock?” Wooyoung poked, giggling.

Seonghwa scoffed. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Brat.”

The two men glared at each other like boys making a bet; tenderness almost forgotten, if it wasn’t for the pink tint to their lips. You cleared your throat, causing them both to break the tension.

“Not my preferred activity, I’m afraid.” 

Wooyoung hummed. “I could tell.” 

Two ear pulls and a yelp later, the three of you settled into easy empty chatter in the back of the car. You were nearing home, and midnight, unable to deny the ache resting heavily in your bones.

———————–

You couldn't have arrived home sooner.

Your hands remain tangled with Wooyoung’s as Seonghwa guided your little train out of the lift and into your swish and high-rise apartment. Your grip on his sleeve had been tightening by the second.

"I can tell you’re excited, my beautiful bun," Seonghwa mumbled against your hair, ignored by a nosey Wooyoung as he pulled you into his chest at the door to allow the curious fox into your home space. 

"I'm having fun too."

Your husband twirled his finger around the base of your fluffy tail, purring at your moans. With softened eyes he smiled at the kiss on his cheek, watching with warmth in his chest as you moved away on bouncy limbs to smooth your palms over Wooyoung’s solid blazer shoulders. 

He seemed to realise he could be encroaching upon your home, your fluid movements around his body pulling him into the room. “Coat please!” You giggled at his blinking shy face.

"It's so nice in here, like really stunning." He mumbled absently as he let you take his coat from him.

"Thank you, kit. Shoes off please." You smiled at his quick return to the door; kicking off his shoes at your guidance. You and Seonghwa did the same. 

"Would you like a drink? Toilet? Any food?" Seonghwa asked at leisure; seeming to be more at ease in his own space. 

Wooyoung became entranced as the large feline moved gracefully towards the small kitchen. Blazer removed and slack straps tight against his shoulder blades. You'd be lying if you said that sight ever got old, or you had to force a breath yourself.

"Umm - err, no, I'm good?" 

At the fluctuation in his tone, you giggled, moving to stand by his side in the entryway. 

"You sure? We're in no rush." 

With your soft tone and patient smile, Wooyoung began to ease. Something just felt right. Like he had to jump this train while he still had the chance.

"Water would be great." Seonghwa nodded from his resting place on the counter, pausing only at your tut and raised brow.

"Please." Seonghwa heard over his shoulder, smiling to himself as he continued moving to grab the cold water out of the fridge.

"I never took you as a sub, Woo." Seonghwa voiced as he skidded the new bottle over the counter, sitting on the opposite side of the island to the two of you. Wooyoung caught the bottle with fast reflexes.

Sitting close to Wooyoung was your way of providing some grounding. Ironic, considering any other bunny would be quivering in this position. Your foot tapped at Seonghwa’s legs, sharing a smile of content. He reached to rub at your calf discreetly, with wide warm palms.

"Ah, I don't think I'm that much of a submissive person,  to be honest." 

Seonghwa curled a brow. "You don't?"

Wooyoung squirmed in his seat, his tail still curled between your thigh and his. Although he was comfortable, he still seemed hesitant to implore further. Cautiously, you began combing at the rough fur of his bushy tail, as silence rang out between the men. It seemed to ground him. 

"No." He stated, quietly. Watching your faces and allowing a pause to make sure you weren't there to ridicule him. His ears folded.

"I enjoy being a brat in real life. But when it comes to -" His voice wobbled, before a gulp. "- this, sex, I sort of just do what feels right."

"A switch?" You offered quietly. Smiling as both sets of eyes swivelled over to you. Seonghwa smiled with a loving deepness while Wooyoung nodded sheepishly.

"Yeah." He thumbed at the cold bottle numbing his hand. Crinkling the plastic and rolling the label up over the ridges. "Most people seem to be so stuck on having power roles these days. Stupid labels." He shrugged. "I just do what feels best really. It's just a shame that most girls prefer being taken care of. Or, tend to be overly submissive, I guess."

You and Seonghwa shared a look. 

"I think it's bad to generalise." You hummed, sickly sweet and suddenly close. Leaning your body closer to his. Hand reaching over to the back of his seat. Sheltered between you and the counter. "But I'd agree; stereotypes exist for a reason."

Ah. Wooyoung’s ears twitched as his eyes met Seonghwa. The feline's lips curled into a smile of amusement. As the unspoken question hung in the air, you took the opportunity to bite at Wooyoung’s earlobe.

He moaned softly, keening into your body. Seonghwa however, moved to take the water from Wooyoung’s white-fisted grip. Carefully unscrewing the bottle, before moving away to find a glass.

Your hot tongue against and around Wooyoung's ears flared them red once more, despite the black and white speckled fur as a foundation. You couldn't help yourself; releasing a small squeak of excitement when his hand met your inner knee. His fingers spread wide and moved towards your core pretty and carefully as his hand slowly hiked your dress. 

Sitting back down with a glass full of cold water, Seonghwa’s lips remain upturned. Taking Wooyoung’s hand still on the counter to clasp around the glass.

"Have you ever fucked a rabbit hybrid before, Wooyoung?" Seonghwa asked aloud.

The question was both innocent and damning; alluring and striking. Despite his genuine and light curiosity, Seonghwa’s voice was deep and heavy.

Wooyoung blinked for a second before a sly grin twitched up out of the abyss. His leg jumped slightly as you moved to lick and nip at his jaw towards his neck, resting your body weight on his thigh via one solid hand. It ached a little, but he didn't seem to mind.

"No. But I've heard their stamina is insane. Very breedable." His giggle melded with a yipping sound, making you squeak quietly against him in natural response. Seonghwa’s ears softened at the sound before his mind refocused.

"Oh?" 

Seonghwa hummed, his hands resting over Wooyoung’s. Playing with his fingers against the glass and making the fox's chest beat that little bit faster. 

"Y-yeah." Wooyoung complied. Eyes dropping to the glass in his hands. His hand twitched in response to your shuffling, in a hurry to pull your chairs closer. As Wooyoung moved to help, the older male made a disapproving sound.

"Eyes on me, please." Wooyoung nodded quickly, stiffening his spine with a newly set agenda. "Y/N gets easily distracted."

As if to prove his point your attention switched from Wooyoung’s soft honey skin to sliding a palm into his tight slacks. It was far too easy. Riling him up. Seonghwa ran his thumb over Wooyoung’s knuckle, pressing him to hold the glass. 

Wooyoung’s soft moans and gulps were nothing compared to the dip of his eyes and twitching fingers from the sensation of your warm hand wrapping around the base of his cock. 

"Do you usually cum so fast Woo?" You giggled into his neck cheekily, using just your experience to spread his already sticky member into comfortable lubrication.

Wooyoung whined in humiliation as Seonghwa frowned. 

"That's not very nice, bun. Don't be a brat." 

"Sorry, just curious." You giggled, a tight tug to the base of Wooyoung’s cock and a kiss to the cheek serving as plenty enough compensation. 

"Plus," You sang, nuzzling Wooyoung’s pretty hair, "I think he likes it."

Seonghwa chose not to respond. If he played into your games then Wooyoung would be drained dry within the next hour. He remembered him saying he wants kids someday.

"Where were we?" The feline hummed softly. 

It was a rhetorical question; you all knew that. But it didn't stop Wooyoung from trying to answer.

"Easily distracted. Noted." 

Seonghwa smiled softly. Ears curling back in a genuine expression of pride. 

"Good." He purred. Breaking eye contact to let the younger breathe for a moment. Turning the heat off to allow Wooyoung to refocus on your slow and lazy movements around his cock. Wooyoung was very slowly burning up a coil in his gut and you were squirming in excitement. Pressing hot and messy kisses against his ear and jaw.

"Are you happy to follow the traffic light system?" Seonghwa asked. Voice softer than before. Thumb turning the ring on Wooyoung’s thumb. 

The younger one nodded confidently.

"Red. Amber. Green. All known and used. Fine with me."

"Good." Seonghwa purred again, eyes piercing into the fox so much so that he felt breathless. "Any hard limits?" 

Wooyoung's breath caught as your hand jerked suddenly. He fought to not move his eyes, but they fuzzed over as soon as your fingers hooked around the head of his cock, member now free from his slacks via your skilled unbuttoning and being teased relentlessly.

"Sorry," You giggled. "Lost my balance ~"

"Eyes up, Woo." Seonghwa mumbled softly, dismissing you entirely. “This is important.” Wooyoung refocused, clearing his throat as his hand retraced from your thigh to grip at his knee. 

"Umm - limits? No, not really. Just nothing painful. Nothing bad. Like really bad." 

You giggled, nose twitching as your tail bounced within Seonghwa’s peripheral vision. "But you're bad, Woo!" 

Wooyoung’s laugh was sharp and high-pitched, making Seonghwa’s ears shoot back.

"That's - understandable." The feline answered louder than before. Pressuring you with his aura until you nuzzled into the fox's neck once more. Planning your next move while your husband was distracted.

"I'm not fond of pain either. And bun bun hates restricted visibility - bad for prey types by nature. It's just good to know before we accidentally run into anything -" 

Seonghwa is cut off by a loud whining yowl from Wooyoung, ears back and leg jumping to hit up against the solid counter with a solid thump. Your other hand had joined at Wooyoung’s cock; massaging his balls while the other worked him into a squelching mess.

"That’s quite enough, bun." The feline purred deeply. Gentle in tone, but still an order. "You'll milk him dry otherwise."

You huffed softly. Ears flopping back as a pout formed on your face. At your lack of pause, the feline frowned, slapping your thigh from under the table with a firm, cold palm that pulled your spine and tail up straight in shock. Your body retracted into itself on instinct; hands shooting to protect your chest and knees pulling up before slowly being lowered back down in shame.

"I-I was so fucking close…" Wooyoung whined. Panting as his chest heaved with taught and building tension now trapped in his aching abdomen. You pouted at your husband under your lashes. 

But Seonghwa stayed silent. His nose pinched high in annoyance; eyes flicking over you in distaste. And ears folded back against his head. 

In a swift upward momentum, Seonghwa moved to stand. Walking around the island to stand in front of Wooyoung. Wooyoung curled under his gaze, tail pulling against his body and covering his cock and hips.

The ice clinked against the glass in Seonghwa’s hand. The item raised in what seemed to be slow motion up to the fox hybrid’s mouth. Wooyoung quickly held the glass steady with his fingertips as the rim rested against his lip, breath cut short from the felines aura and height over his smaller frame.

Seonghwa tugged his sleeves to his elbows. Unbuttoned and a mess; the cuff surrounding his bicep moved as his spare hand gripped Wooyoung’s face. Jaw slack as pressure forced his mouth open from either cheek. He released a small whine, Seonghwa’s tail flicking harshly at his calves. 

“Drink.” Seonghwa prompted. “Should help your stamina, if bun hasn’t already ruined it.” Gaze set and unwavering. Wooyoung nodded as much as he could; Seonghwa’s hand loosening to card through the younger boy's hair.

You took this moment to whip away from your chair, padding around in a billow of silk to approach Seonghwa’s side. His eyes remained focused on Wooyoung, tightening his grip to tip his head and the drip backwards. But his ear swivelled to follow your body, tail curling against you as you used a grip on his shoulder to kiss his cheek sweetly. The short purr and flick of his felt ear told you that you were forgiven, for the most part.

Pulling away, the sight in front of you was mesmerizing.

“You’re so handsome Woo ~” You called gently, arms circling your husband’s waist. “Hwa loves pampering - it’s one of his favourite things ~” You sang, nuzzling at said male's arm with quiet squeaks.

Wooyoung stuttered a null response, sputtering the water from his lips to spill from the edges of his mouth and down the exposed length of his throat. It was so beautifully sinful.

“Easy. Breathe. I’ve got you.”

Seonghwa pulled the glass back, allowing Wooyoung to hold his wrist as he regained himself. 

Seonghwa glared down at you until you hid your smile in his arm; so giddy to work both with and against him.

Once Wooyoung had caught his breath, Seonghwa clinked the ice in the glass, the fox’s nod and small "Green." signalling his will to continue the game.

“Good boy.” Seonghwa buzzed, Wooyoung’s ears folded more pleasantly this time as he relaxed into Seonghwa’s control. Trusting the feline to tip his head back and hold the glass steady as the rest was tipped at a steady flow, gulping as much as he could until it hit a rhythm that seemed to last forever; ice cubes tapping against his lips as water flowed out of his mouth. 

Breathing through his nose, he allowed the pooling cold liquid to wash up out of his lips and over his hot neck, soaking the fabric of his pressed white shirt. Over his hot skin and down his wrists and fingers and forearms; down to his hot abdomen until it tapped at the floor from one long stream down his cheek.

Wooyoung gasped shallow breaths as the water ran out and the glass was pulled away. Seonghwa released the grip on his hair and Wooyoung dipped forward, all the blood rushing to his head. 

“That was hot as fuck.” He choked, coughing slightly with a newfound kink.

Seonghwa set the glass aside, focus back on you at last.

“You’re being so bad, bun.” He hummed, disappointment was evident in his tone as he dipped to meet your lips, his hand bracing the back of your hair. The kiss was open but soft, your bite at his plump lips causing him to sigh, pecking at his lips before he pulled away to purr down at you. 

But your smile melted hearts. 

And he eventually relented after a kiss to the edge of his lips, then another on top of his smile. 

“Such a fiend, little bunny.” The sound of his deep voice melted through the vibration of his deep purr. Seonghwa’s hands lay solid on your waist. Meanwhile, your own hand had begun to tug at the annoying barrier restricting you from moving much further into your husband's body; ready to jump his bones if it wasn’t for the frustrating buttons laying at his waist.

Seonghwa airily laughed at your huffs of frustration, and the lop ears twitching back against your relaxing curls. He nuzzled your hairline instead, pinching the soft fur of your ear between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing in circles.

“Go sit on the island for me, my love. Wooyoung can help you up there if you can’t reach.”

You whined but ultimately moved away with a roll of your eyes and a pout once you knew he wasn’t going to budge from your pleading. 

Wooyoung met you as you turned, stealing a kiss from you that left you breathless; lifting you by the hips onto the counter with surprising ease. To your amusement, he remained cheeky until your dress was manoeuvred up and under your hips, his lips never detaching from your own and hands finding purchase on your ass.

His palm swiped at your thigh, causing you to squeak and jolt with a twitching nose. Wooyoung's foxish laugh echoed through you in glee, causing you to laugh in coyness as his hands explored every inch of your lower half. 

Seonghwa came to the other side of the thin counter, slack suspenders pulled down and shirt tugged over his head. You would never get tired of that view; legs wrapping around Wooyoung’s hips as he kissed open red marks on the unclaimed side of your neck. 

Wooyoung’s hands slipped from your calf up to the back of your knee; encouraging you to tip backwards in faith as your thighs tapped your arms. Tipping back into a trust fall, your husband's warm and solid chest met your shoulder blades, head crease tucked perfectly against the curve of his collarbone. 

“Hello, love.” He purred softly into your cheek, ears folded back as his hands glided across the counter to find purchase at your wrists, pulling them behind your back in a firm grip. 

Wooyoung’s hands had been running over your skin, trying to find a sensitive spot, before his luck was found at your pelvic bone.

His hands trailed over the faux panty line created by the thong string, further massaging with gentle pressure until your hips tweaked and small noises escaped from you, Wooyoung chuckling before relenting. Instead, he moved to push the silk up over your chest, held by Seonghwa’s spare hand. 

The fabric gripped between his knuckles reminded you of the marble sculptures in your art studies; distracted by his face at this angle and huffing in an effort to nuzzle his warm honey skin. He chuckled down at you, kissing your eyelids before the attention was stolen back by the fox.

“Do you trust me?” Wooyoung asked with a wicked grin on his face. Despite your best wishes, your heart told you to trust him.

“Yes, of course.” You mumbled quietly, cheeks flushed at the power switch. In this position, you were very much at the will of the two men. And even more so put out by the smirk on Seonghwa’s face. 

“Good.” He laughed, brandishing two ice cubes and twirling them between deft fingers.

The slow torture began with the cubes in one hand gliding over the inside of your hot thighs; kept apart by Wooyoung’s hips and willpower alone. He didn’t seem to mind how much you moved or made cute clipped sounds of joy as he separated the cubes into separate hands.

His eyes stayed trained on your body's reaction; running the cubes over your pubic bone just to hear you plead quietly for movement. Seonghwa shushed you, kissing at your temple with a solid thrumming purr vibrating against your back. 

Moving upwards, you twitched at the cubes on your stomach. 

Wooyoung proved himself true as a kind boy and not a sadist; choosing to swipe his tongue against your nipples as a warm-up to the ice. It lessened your surprise as he plopped a cube into his mouth, hardly having to bend at the counter due to his height as his mouth met your chest.

He started slow. Kissing everywhere but where you truly wanted him. Around your breasts, under your ribs and even up against your collarbone. All until you cried out softly against the cold air of the kitchen fan making you shiver.

“Could you quit moving so much - sit still for me, pretty bunny.” Seonghwa purred, biting softly at the base of your ear to keep you grounded for as long as he could maintain the pressure. You whimpered in response, shuffling to push your chest up, but keeping your spine locked in obedient focus. 

Wooyoung laughed, bouncing an “Alright princess ~” against your skin before his lips found purchase around your nipple. 

Your nose twitched at the same pace as your thighs hiked up high to Wooyoung’s ribs. He grazed his teeth against your nipple before releasing the ice from his cheek and spare hand, enveloping you in a shocking coldness at the same time as his hips ground down at a mind-tingling angle against your clothed core. 

Pulling away from your chest far too soon, Wooyoung laughed heartily at your fucked out expression, crunching the ice in his mouth with a wink. You pouted, about to huff a long string of curse words before your husband released the silk; allowing it to billow down and over your waist and the side suddenly. Like lapping water, it hit Wooyoung’s wrist’s on your hip bones. 

The aesthetic of the scene overwhelmed you for a moment, before Seonghwa’s nose at your temple turned into pressed kisses at your cheek, down your jaw. Wooyoung seemed unbothered by the dress, pulling up a bar stool chair behind him to sit and curl the fabric up against your waist.

“You smell so fucking tasty bunny.” Wooyoung mumbled as his ears pulled back, seemingly speaking to himself in fascination. 

You jumped slightly as Wooyoung’s arms slipped up and under your hips to tug you forward very slightly, nose pressing unabashedly to the small squared fabric of your lace thong and inhaling deeply at a slow pace. Your cheeks burned, never having it commented on before by your stoic partner.

“Tastes even better.” Seonghwa practically growled against your ear through reverberating teeth, making you shiver and moan softly. 

“I do?” You whimpered, earning a bite at your lopped ears from your husband. A yes on his behalf.

Wooyoung laughed a subdued “I don’t doubt it.” before he went back to the task at hand; hooking your thighs up over his biceps and resting his elbows on the counter. He licked at the skin on either side of your vagina. Deliberately taking his time and biting at the juncture of your thighs and hip on two separate upward slopes.

But when he did eventually hook your thong aside with his thumbs and place his still cool tongue onto your folds, you immediately melted against your husband's chest. At your sharp responsive whine, Seonghwa met your awaiting mouth. Lazily slipping his tongue into your mouth to subdue the urge of sucking something that he knew you for far too well.

Wooyoung kept a steady palm on your hips to keep you stationery but generally found your twitches totally adorable. An actual predator would hold their prey until they stopped twitching; and in Wooyoung’s mind, he imagined it worked in quite the same way, if only for sex. He intended to make you move until you no longer could.

He groaned instantly as he lapped slowly between your folds, sucking at the hood of your clit to release quickly on a repeating cycle. He could already tell you were easy to work up at a quick pace; learning the rumours about bunnies were actually true. Prone to coming multiple times at a fast pace.

Wooyoung watched your stomach flex as you moaned into Seonghwa’s mouth, pulling away for air finally to whine “Please don’t stop, ngh - Please Woo-ie …”. The feline behind you nudged your head back up against his shoulder to suck at the sensitive bruise that started this whole mess. 

“Fingers. Tail. Don't stop until she cries.” Seonghwa huffed in an impossibly low tone, directed at the fox making a meal of you below. Not that you heard anyways; eyes squeezed shut and hips grinding against Wooyoung’s mouth as he followed through his motions.

The fox hummed, pulling away with a pop to chuckle. “On it.” Exchanging a dark look with the feline before winking. Trust me, it said. 

Seonghwa smiled back. I do, it whispered.

Wooyoung worked fast; fingers skilled and tongue even more so. The past few minutes seemed like mere child play now; circling your entrance with his tongue before sinking two readily accepted thin fingers into your heat, the immediate squelching sound making you sigh, Seonghwa’s purr loud and solid against your cheeks. 

His tongue moved to lap in quick succession at an angle up towards your clit; until he eventually figured out where it was and the best angle you responded to. After some gentle scissoring, his fingers hooked up and stroked at your upper walls on every motion outwards, brushing against your g spot on every other stroke.

At a particularly loud and long whine, your body flinched to move inwards, Wooyoung taking this as a sign to firmly grab at your tiny curled tail, tugging and holding it away from your body with enough force for you to come apart instantly. Tears sprung past your eyes as your nerves turned into a live wire, body shaking and whining. Wooyoung worked you through it; moving away as your whines grew sharp and your thighs rested back on his biceps.

Your eyes remained unfocused after your first orgasm; the unspun wire in your gut pulling back to quickly constrict into a tight and intense coil once again. “Ngh - fuck - please don’t stop baby - so good…” Wooyoung laughed, shaking his head before going straight back to work. 

His touches were less intense than before but just as enthusiastic. Using his fingers to hook upwards while Seonghwa held your squirming torso upright. Lips wrapped around your clit in a consistent sucking pressure with a flicking tongue that had you seeing stars. You cried out, body tensing until your second orgasm pulled a heat over your body strong enough to make you shiver from head to curled toe. You quickly shuffled away to grab a breather after the peak quickly fell.

Seonghwa shushed your tears of pure joy, kissing at your cheeks and purring at your newly released hands searching instantly for his own against your ribs.

“Easy, bun. I've got you." He whispered, torso and hands holding you upright as he looked towards Wooyoung with a pleased smile.

“You ate her alive. Good job Woo, I'm impressed.” By this point, Seonghwa was aching for any release, happy to observe but reaching his limit. His voice was slightly strained, though only you could tell. “Usually people stop after the first wave.”

“What can I say - I’m greedy.” Like a fox that just caught a chicken; Wooyoung swiped his chin and mouth, licking his gums in glee.

“Well fuck - you were right - she tastes even better than she smells, Hwa.” 

Seonghwa laughed softly, quietly enjoying the fox’s boyish charm. 

“I know, right. Like sweetened almonds?”

“Yeah! Exactly like almonds! But, like, the sugar paste stuff?”

“Marzipan, I believe it’s called, in that form.” Seonghwa hummed, admiring the sheen to Wooyoung’s brow and his dishevelled hair. His loosened tie and rolled up sleeves. He was a very handsome guy, with an air about him that would usually make the elder anxious. But for now, in this scenario, he was very amused.

“More, please.” A quiet voice muffled.

Both eyes shot down towards you as your thighs quivered, lowering back down to cautiously rest beside Wooyoung’s hips. The fox smiled, exchanging a look with the cat behind you. His palms glided up and down your thighs, shushing you before humming with thought.

“I want to come again.” It was your own voice, if a little distant. Pleading and full of need. “Please. Want it.”

Wooyoung laughed loud and high-pitched, scrunching his nose as his hands patted your hips. "So soon? Aren't you sensitive?"

Seonghwa smiled dotingly. "We've got a few more rounds before that sets in. She can take it. Can't you bun?"

He kissed your cheek as you nodded quickly, before finally releasing your hands and pulling away to grasp at the pooling fabric at your hips. The material swooshed up and over your head, your husband leaving the dress shoved onto one of the still-parked bar stool seats. You would have a hell of a time ironing that later.

Seonghwa’s hands slipped over your ribs. Running circles at your side almost by habit. Wooyoung’s eyes softened as he explored you one more time, fully. 

“On your stomach, angel.” Wooyoung jerked his chin upwards, meeting Seonghwa’s pleased expression behind your shoulder at this sudden, confident demand. Your mind took a second to catch up before you gulped, nodding in a dazed fashion. 

While Seonghwa tugged you back by the armpits, Wooyoung playfully grabbed your calves to slide you back over the counter with a friction-induced squeak. They didn't let you turn over alone; instead, they manhandled you to flip over onto your belly like a fish, with all the blood rushing to your ears as they blushed a deep pink behind white fur; the cold counter making you shiver. 

Wooyoung’s palms smoothed over the curve of your ass and your spine, Seonghwa taking a moment to delicately remove your earrings. Your heart swooned. You had practically forgotten they existed.

Wooyoung had tugged you back slightly, enough so your knees hit the open space under the island. Leaving your ass up and without much to support you other than his newly clothed hips pressing against your naked thighs. And the moments where you had taken note of his cock - beautiful and curved, not too big but not too small either, really quite pretty; like him - all came to mind as his hard-on pressed into your skin.

“You usually cum so fast, bunny? I know I'm good, but that was a fucking record.” Wooyoung snickered, swiping a palm over your backside. 

Seonghwa laughed softly before a sound permeated by a yelp told you of the yanked ear above you.

"Still rude." He corrected in a lazy tone. "Brat."

You had yelped at the sudden smack at your behind, nose and tail twitching as your hands reached forward to impatiently attempt the feline's slacks a second time. You tugged and pulled dumbly, yet nothing would give.

Seonghwa peered down at you, watching patiently. Entirely amused and not interested in helping, instead watching as your face melded into something sinful at Wooyoung’s fingers slipping back into you so easily. 

Seonghwa smiled at your expression, thumb brushing over your cheek as his fingers curled under your chin. Eyes focused on your face as Wooyoung added a third finger, your whines and softly creased brow muffled by your effort to pull Seonghwa’s clothes off of him so desperately.

"Hwa - off - please - don't be - mean." You all but whined, huffing each word in annoyance.

Finally, his larger hands gently peeled yours away. Unclipping one side to reveal a hidden zip. The bastard buttons weren’t even real, you mentally cursed.

Chuckling, he moved to tug his slacks and boxers off and eventually away, after some more consistent whining, just to see you beg. 

Seonghwa’s hands found purchase threaded into the back of your hair. And with Wooyoung’s patient and tactful scissoring, your hips twitched for more. He leaned his head back and sighed loudly as you licked up his thick shaft; not interested in doing anything other than sinking your mouth down onto him. Seonghwa groaned softly as his hips rocked shallowly against your lazily sucking mouth; the hair on the back of his neck standing on edge at your gentle cupping and the way you massaged his balls.

“Don't you want to take those tight clothes off, kit?” Seonghwa purred loudly; something similar to a vibrating radiator. “Let’s see that toned body you’re so fond of, hmm? Must be uncomfortable in those slacks. Don’t be shy."

Wooyoung moaned aloud in response to Seonghwa’s deep and alluring tone, ears folded to the side and tail curled as he left your body to quickly pull his clothes off. 

At your whines of being left to balance alone, the fox shushed you. As Wooyoung moved back, he paused. Hands resting on your hips to bask in Seonghwa’s attention and he licked his lips, looking the younger male over.  

“Beautiful, Wooyoung.” Seonghwa’s compliment was genuine; washing Wooyoung over with glee. He made a small happy yipping sound before Seonghwa smiled back, nodding towards your thighs twisting together for some form of friction. The fox’s nose twitched in reaction, pupils dilating further than they had already been.

His palm reached to need your left cheek, eyes entirely focused on the wetness soaking your thighs. You hummed against Seonghwa’s heavy cock in your mouth; tail bouncing as his palm moved to the other side, seemingly only spreading you apart for the absolute slow tease.

What you couldn’t see, however, was the intense eye contact happening between the men, over the top of your beautiful body. The way Wooyoung felt up his chest. Or his hand wrapping around his cock. Using all the cum from your pettings to squeeze hard and tight around his cock. His neck flushed red, choking a little before releasing, to move forward and tap against your core.

Upon impact; you jumped. Seonghwa holding your head as you choked with a tic springing in his jaw.

“Hurry up.” He huffed, ears pulled back and tail curled around his thigh in ecstasy.

Wooyoung didn’t need much more prompting; pushing the head of his cock into your wet pussy in one fluid thrust until he bottomed out. Your loud moans caused the feline to put up a palm quickly, signalling Wooyoung to stop.

You tapped Seonghwa's hips, face pulled back by his grip on your scalp, and moaned loudly. 

“Colour, bun.” He mumbled. Fully knowing you were able to take such sensitivity sparking up your spine after two quick orgasms, but wanting to hear you say it anyway.

“G-green, fuck. So good Hwa.” Spit hung between your chin and his member; mixed with precum as it dripped down his thigh. You sputtered, reaching for the edge of his hips to steady yourself. At such a filthy sight, your husband tightened his grip on your hair, lip curled into something wicked as he nodded at Wooyoung.

At the same time as Wooyoung pushed forward; back into your dripping core, Seonghwa Plunged his thick cock in one slick movement to the back of your throat. You moaned loudly, but quickly choked, Seonghwa pulling away to watch your fucked out yet concentrated face and tongue lull to the side; Wooyoung thrusting short and fast into your hot wet cunt. His grip on your thighs would leave indents but you had no want to complain.

Seonghwa’s purrs were unruly. Biting his tongue as he met your eyes.

“Gonna relax your throat for me, beautiful? Hmm?” His thumb stroking at your cheek distracts your fuzzy brain from the dick sliding hot and heavy inside you; Wooyoung in his own world as he yips and whines loudly on each thrust. Dumbly, you nodded, opening your mouth for him to take charge, fingers gripping his hips and the counter side with white knuckles.

Your muscles felt like electric jelly, tail twitching as you pulled close to yet another high. But you tried to ignore it; focusing instead on relaxing your throat for your husband and squeezing your thighs together under the counter. At this angle, it was a little hard to breathe, but you only needed your nose anyway. 

Seonghwa waited until you relaxed your jaw for him; fucking your throat on a steady and careful increase. Until your moans and chips caused him to jerk forward, knocking you back into Wooyoung. He stilled as you calmed your throat, only moving once a tear slid down your cheek. Beautiful. Kind. And cruel.

“Gonna come.” Wooyoung huffed, head down and hips only focused on drilling into you. His neck flushed as he fought to catch up with the second orgasm that was ripped away from him so soon. His dick twitched inside of you; your tapping at Seonghwa’s hips causing him to pull away. He kept a tight grip on your hair as you pulled your torso up, fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

From this angle, Wooyoung hit up against your g-spot and caused an unfamiliar sound of want to spill from your throat, almost eye level with the intense feline standing in front of you. 

His purrs softened, using his spare hand to wipe your mouth.

You hit the counter with your palm weakly, desperate to fall over the peak. And from the tears on your cheeks, your husband knew what you needed.

“Tail?” He whispered with care upon his lips. Your thighs and lips quivered as you whimpered a strained nod, sniffling as the fox slowed to hit deep and heavy. Seonghwa smiled, amused, but happy to wait a little longer. 

Moving forward so your chest rested against his, he held you until your arms gripped at his biceps. Using his delicate fingers to trace around the base of your tail, underneath, then back up and over.

“F-fuck, I can feel - her pussy moves when you do that, Hwa -” Wooyoung’s voice was high and desperate. Seonghwa leaned his cheek against your hair to nuzzle your floppy ear over and onto your shoulder; biting down softly and holding until your body seized up, crying out.

He let go of your ear, continuing to play with your tail as Wooyoung’s tail bristled; a sure sign he was about to come. 

“Cum for me. Go on. You can do it. You’ve both done so well.” 

Seonghwa’s gentle prompt was the cause for both of your triumphs. Wooyoung pulled out of your pussy in quick speed to come hard and fast all over the back of your thighs and ass, moaning loudly, until his backside hit the chair pulled high behind him, entirely worn out. Seonghwa tugged you up on the counter so you didn't slip, quickly moving his hands to rub harshly at your clit. You came hard, vision going black as your body burned. Squirting ever so slightly; a first in your books.

“Good kits, both of you, hmm? So pretty.” 

“You’re prettier.” You moaned softly, head fuzzy and body whirring. 

As your eyes rested for a moment, a purr sounded against your ear, your cheek hitting Seonghwa’s chest. His arms reached to hook under your knees and the back of your ribs as he picked you up from the counter. “Come on, let’s go somewhere a little more comfortable.”

“Is she okay?” Wooyoung’s weak voice floated out from behind the feline, melting into his hold as he moved you all in the direction of the bedroom. His worry was evident, but Seonghwa didn’t move as his hand rested against your ankles, moving to check on your body language.

“She’s fine.” Seonghwa hummed softly, looking down at you for confirmation. “Just came very hard, a little too fast. Don’t feel bad.” The boy shared a smile, Wooyoung nodding shyly. “Colour bun?”

With a giddy-sounding laugh, you petted your sensitive ears and stretched in Seonghwa’s hold. “Green for greatness!” You giggled, humoured by the felines rolling eyes and Wooyoung’s cackling laughter.

Seonghwa carried you into the bedroom, kneeling on the bed before dropping you with a slight bounce. “Why thank you, my love.” You smiled, shuffling back against the pillows on wobbly limbs. Seonghwa followed you backwards, making your nerves spark on end as his tug on your ankles pulled you onto your back. 

You squealed softly, reaching to wrap your arms around his neck, entirely content with the kisses placed over your chest and neck. Over the top of Seonghwa’s shoulders, Wooyoung looked displaced at the entrance of the bedroom. His tail curled to his crotch and his ears folded.

“Woo~” You pulled him toward you both with voice alone; nails pulling through Seonghwa’s hair as he bit at your breast. Sighing softly, Seonghwa pulled away, hands following the length of your body until he sat back on his heels. His cock sat upright and angry against his abdomen; almost as strained as his facial expression.

At the edge of the bed, Wooyoung whined softly. “I don’t think I'm of much help anymore…” 

As he gestured at his obviously spent body, Seonghwa sent you a pointed look. You huffed exaggeratedly, crossing over your arms with a pout. He had warned you about milking him too fast; it had happened as soon as he had expected. Those who didn’t sleep with bunny hybrids had no idea the self-restraint of wearing their partner out first. 

Well, luckily Seonghwa did. And he was patient enough to follow it through.

“Sorry.” Wooyoung huffed, deflated.

“No, don’t be… Wait there…” Seonghwa quickly intercepted, seeing that the fox was starting to pull away. His voice trailed off in thought before his brow released from an intense pinch and his palm patted your thighs in a eureka expression. 

“Up, bun, please.” At his instruction, you huffed with folded arms. “Now.” Before scooting promptly out of the way.

The bed was king-sized and plenty big. But Seonghwa’s wide and tall frame took up a considerable amount of space, pulling pillows behind him to get comfortable before resting his legs in front of him. He looked far too smug for your liking.

Wooyoung watched the two of you as a spark lit between your eyes. He was pushing you to be defiant; to refuse to ride him. And you were debating your options. He was making you work for more; work to get him off, too.

“You’re mean.” You huffed, finally moving to straddle his thighs. “You know I don’t like this position…”

You knew this feeling, knew it very well. But it still didn’t help curb the strength of it as it washed over you and down to your core as your smaller body climbed over him. Seonghwa purred through open lips, pinching your chin to push a thumb against your bottom lip.

“You don’t like it because you’re spoiled, Y/N. And you’re lucky I love serving you.”

Your body betrayed you as his other hand gripped the base of your tail, making you jump in a deep heat of arousal, glare completely dropped from your face. Smiling with sly eyes, Seonghwa released you, leaning back. 

His palm tapped your thighs again. “Turn around for me, love.”

You turned with a grumble. Reaching out for Wooyoung to join you between Seonghwa’s legs. He moved after the feline's smile and nod, but almost fell over at your high-pitched sudden moan at Seonghwa pulling your hips back to enter your well-lubed pussy. But he was still a stretch. Larger than Wooyoung in every sense. Sitting back, with Seonghwa’s grip forcing your movement, you whimpered at the feeling of bottoming out.

“Woo-ie ~” You moaned, reaching for his shoulders to tug him closer. 

Seonghwa watched with heavy eyes and a twitching cock as you ground down on him; tugging the fox closer to kiss together so messily, no minds involved as Wooyoung’s hands immediately took purchase at your chest. You moaned into Wooyoung’s mouth endlessly, not doing much other than grinding your clit down against Seonghwa’s pubic bone, happy to be full and tingling again. 

He stretched his legs so his knees were beside Wooyoung’s shoulders, legs spread pretty wide for this position and causing him to hit even deeper. Wooyoung moved one hand to fondle Seonghwa’s balls, cradling them and then moving gently, causing a muscle to jump in his leg. 

With grit teeth and a deep rumbling purr, Seonghwa’s hand swiped sharply over your sore backside. “Start hopping, bun bun.”

But it worked. Spurring you to move; setting a pace in motion with his hand gripping at your love handles. Albeit, you were weak in the knees from being split open, but you rode him with as much as you could give. All the while kissing lazily with the fox in front of you.

There was no chance he had anything else to give, but he was happy to watch. 

Curious, he pulled on Seonghwa’s tail.

Seonghwa bucked up with a loud yowl, causing you to cry out in pleasure, Wooyoung laughed loudly and almost fell back in shock. 

“Shit - sorry Hwa -” 

“Never pull - a cat - ngh - fuck - a cat’s - tail!” You managed dumbly between now-met thrusts, honestly grateful that Wooyoung had spurred the feline to move. He simply laughed, sitting back to watch you. 

“Fuck - you guys… You look so good together. Fuck… If I was going to get hard again, now would be the time, but I’m afraid -”

You could tell Seonghwa was close. Squeaking and squirming in joy as he finally moved, like you knew he was bound to do. He ultimately cut off Wooyoung’s rambling by sitting up and pushing your chest into the bed, hands pressing to bend your waist. His tail curled wildly, thrusting at a deep and fast pace with laboured breaths.

“S-shit, look what, y-you’ve done~ Sensitive kitty~” You sang as your toes curled, hands massaging at your ears. Seonghwa’s grunts were small and punctuated, causing you to grind back against him every time he stilled. You knew he was trying to pull it out for as long as possible; but with this much build-up, you knew he needed it as much as you did.

And as your walls fluctuated against his dick, he grabbed at your tail harshly, stilling the movement of his hips to feel you come around him; moans loud and pressed as you milked him for what he was worth. 

Seonghwa held you up by the tail as your muscles melted into the bed; but your hips were still twitching to move against him, even after your high. He was sensitive, so moaned softly, but knew what you could provide.

“I know you have one more in you bun.” He said through grit teeth, ears pulled back and neck back also to stop from collapsing. “Hurry, before I go soft.” 

Wooyoung jumped at the chance to help. He lay on his stomach to be able to reach your face, holding both your ears behind your face to kiss passionately. You struggled to keep up; but with Seonghwa holding you up by the tail and pinching your clit, you came one last time. Squeezing your eyes shut and grinding against him until the sensitivity finally struck. Body shaking in waves as Seonghwa moved away to find a towel; leaving Wooyoung to place your cheek on his thigh and comb your hair gently.

“See -” You huffed weakly, reaching to intertwine a hand with yours. “- I knew you’d enjoy this.” 

Seonghwa returned with a damp edge of a towel, wiping softly at your thighs as he smiled at your statement. “Was that for Woo? Or me, my love?” 

“Mmmm…” You mumbled, eyes drooping as Wooyoung scratched at the base of your ear, hands heavy and grounding on your spinning head. “Yeah… S’mthing like that Hwa…”

“I see.” The feline smiled. Contentment spread from eye to eye. “Shower or bath, kit?” 

Wooyoung blinked before mumbling a response. “Oh - are - are you guys okay with me staying?”

“Of course.” Seonghwa smiled graciously. Lips curling as his lips usually did. “It was fun, and nice to see you in a new light, Woo. We’d love for you to stay; if you wouldn’t mind? Possibly do this again in the future. See where things take us.”

Wooyoung nodded quickly. “Yeah, shit, I’d love to.”

Seonghwa chuckled. “Good. Bun will be pleased.”

Wooyoung looked down, indeed welcomed by your sleeping face and puttering lips. Fingers caught in his knuckles and your body curled into a loosely twitching ball of tranquillity. 

“I was right, by the way.” Wooyoung giggled. 

Seonghwa simply raised a brow, “Oh?”.

“She looks so much prettier, choking on your cock, than playing coy with mine.” 

well would you look at that: updated 15/JULY/2022

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[levmada]

thinking about letting kitty levi ride my strap wearing some lacy stockings and ribbons on his ears and tails. he’d be so stubborn, refuse to wear them at first, but i bet he secretly loves the whole idea of being pampered like that… such a pretty kitty <3

looorrrddd trix i shouldve replied to this sooner. pretty kitty...

//a little overstimulation, pegging, hybrids (kitty levi), mommy kink, begging, a little anal play (m!receiving)

Levi on his knees in bed, presented to you like a pretty present. The way he would be grimacing and flicking his ears in irritation, but his peaky tail is peeking out from behind him…Shows without telling how excited he is.

Especially from the way you look at him like you’re fucking him with your eyes. Kitty Levi loves to be the center of your attention, the focus of your touch, your kitty, yours.

The stockings are bright scarlet with pretty silk bows on the bottoms of his plump thighs, to match the ones on his fluffy black ears and perked on the base of his tail. A collar, made of thick leather with a precious golden bell in the middle, is folded in your hands.

He swallows a shiver as the cool buckle snaps closed on his nape.

You guide his head from side to side, and his eyes flutter. It’s a cold, weightless helplessness he feels, but solid safety at the same time. The combination makes his head spin.

Your sweet boy, dolled up like this, he deserves to sit pretty, and that place is on your lap with a slick cock filling up his hole.

his cheeks are as red as his swollen lips, but as his grinding grows to quick thrusts, he can no longer think to kiss you. His sharp brows pinch in focus in stark contrast to the bell around his neck, jingling brightly to the rhythm of his bouncing.

Flat on your back, all you have to do is merely cradle his slim hips and grind your cock when his thighs kiss your pelvis to make him yelp.

Levi shudders and stills, sliding your hands up his waist.

“Can’t. Please,” he begs.

he squirms on top of your cock, his thighs carrying a little tremble. Some of their chub spills over the top of his stockings.

“Please?” you lean up and toy with one of his pricked nipples, causing his hips to jerk forward. His heavy cock drips. “Need Mommy to fuck you?”

Levi’s blush deepens before his furry tail winds around your ankle.

“Beg,” you encourage. A warm palm scoops up his balls, and strokes his taint.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, and grinds.

“Tell me you can’t fuck yourself, baby.”

“You’re so, I. I can’t—” his ears inch back, “—can’t fuck myself, w-without Mommy.”

“Oh,” you purr. you kneed his soft ass in your hands. “That’s a good boy. On your back, baby.”

the way measured snaps of your hips shove him further up on the pillows and make the bell sing, the same as his pretty mouth. Him, gripping the headboard for support with one leg dangling up for the perfect angle.

Levi’s tail perks when he grows tense and quivering, close, and when he does fall apart, his mouth gapes. A string of guttural moans hit the air, ribbons of cum shooting onto his belly. He makes such a mess of himself.

And when he’s still, one ribbon has fallen off his ear. The one once perky and high on his tail is left smushed and wrinkled, threatening to come undone.

maybe wrap your palm around his softened, twitching cock and vigorously jerk him until the other ribbon comes loose and he's begging, not knowing what for.

Maybe litter kisses up his thighs until his pink hole is presented to you, and lick into where your cock was just fucking him dumb.

Maybe call him your good boy, and tell him, did so good for me, kitty.

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[pugwitharug]

I’m sorry about not feeling well with college :(

I’m currently going through a lot of big changes too, and it’s been so chaotic and destabilizing whsjsksksk but I hope you can find something that brings some comfort and stability through that <33

I have a fluffy rec!! How about building a blanket fort with Felix in his study? Him and mc cuddling and Stella just jumps on the fort ahsjsjsj I miss him so much-

I hope you feel better about things!!! Huge changes like that can be really scary and just feel like the end of days honestly.

*offers to give you head pats*

- coffee anon

*gasp* I have a named anon this is the best day of my life

Thank you for the kind words! I know that in the end it'll be alright but for now it's just...a lot. I will always take head pats. And I love this req omg it's so damn cute I love it I love you

GN Reader, you are deep in the field of fluffs you have no escape, Stella Is A Homewrecker, I miss them so much awayahauehah

You know this man has blankets galore. He has a whole separate trunk filled with all the blankets he has. They're all velvet and silk and dark and cozy and wonderful

When you suggest the idea of a blanket fort, he's a little surprised to be honest, but he's definitely up for it!

You grab some of his chairs and put them in a corner of his room as he grabs his blankets and pillows. You drape the biggest over the chairs and help him cover the floor so it's a comfy little cave :3

You're ready to go in but Felix stops you, heading over to his desk and opening a small drawer. You know that's where he keeps his taxidermy kit, but he waves his hand over it and the kit seems to wobble and fade away to reveal a bunch of snacks

You smile and tease him a little for making so much effort to hide his strange snacks. He blushes and says you don't have to eat them if you don't want to as he crawls into the fort

You wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek. Even if he does have weird snacks, you still love him. That earns you a signature Felix Squeak as he turns around to hug you back, hiding his face in your shoulder

Everything is perfect. You have your boyfriend in your arms, the fireplace nearby crackles warmly, soft blankets and pillows surround you. You and Felix start to doze off.....

Until you feel a blanket covering you and something heavy falling on the both of you

You two didn't notice but Stella was on the edge of one of the chairs, watching a particularly interesting speck of dust. When it fell on the ceiling, she decided to hone her kitty instincts and pounce--of course, on the wrong spot

Felix jolts awake with a yelp and throws the now ruined ceiling blanket off, Stella struggling to get to her feet with him thrashing around. He curses and calls her a demon as she runs away, but not before taking his package of pickled blueberries

Felix tries to chase after her but trips on the many blankets underneath him, and you can't help but laugh. He frowns and asks why you're laughing, and you tell him this is exactly what you want: to be with him, even if your stupid activity is ruined by an even stupider cat. To watch him just be...Felix, your amazing partner in crime

You think you can see a tear building up in his eyes as he sighs and snuggles into you again. He doesn't understand why you love him so much, but he'll take it

Even if he doesn't know it yet, he loves you too

#last legacy #fictif #my writing #felix iskandar escellun #felix x reader #coffee anon #look you get your own tag! #thank you for requesting!!!

[didyoubringauntienat]

The same ones you asked me for the ask game 😊

angel; do you have a nickname?

I used to get called beany by everyone but now only one person calls me it but spells it differently 😂 and then there’s wifey if that counts

awe; how old are you?

21

baby; favorite color?

Red or black

bloop; spirit animal?

Sloth

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

I don’t read/what happened to Monday?/anything abba

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

A bear called Mr Ted

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

I honestly can’t remember anything

bright; mermaids or fairies?

They’re both scary but I’ll go with fairies

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

Yesss

buttercup; showers or baths?

Showers

butterfly; dream destination?

America, especially brazil

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

No

calm; favorite scent?

Vanilla

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

Nothing

charming; have you ever been in love?

Yes

cozy; eye/hair color?

Both brown

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

Night time?

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

Roses/basil

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

Some more marvel signatures and another funko mini moment

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

Anything my Nan bought me

cutsie; what makes you happy?

Acting

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

Probably when I went to a gay club with some course friends

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

Positively

daylight; favorite album of all time?

I don’t know

dear; zodiac sign?

Aquarius ♒️

delightful; concerts or museums?

Museums

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

Yes

dobby; dream job?

Actor

doll; how do you like to dress?

Like a little boy clashed with a 70s pop star at times

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

I’ve lived in a few haunted houses so yeah

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

I want to get a shuttlecock tattoo

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

Yes

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

Mmm hey wifey 😘

fairy; do you have a pet?

Yeah I have a pug and a terrapin

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

Mountain

forever; where do you feel time stop?

In bed

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

No mine are fake and at one point I thought it was real

garden; how many languages do you know?

1 but I’m learning a second

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

@stephanieromanoff @wandas-honey @lilaloubear @haeva and many more

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

I don’t really know it changes

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

Yes but I never get any

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

😀

heart; silk or lace?

Silk

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

Tea- milk and sweeteners (depends on cup size)

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

People watching but I call it people judging

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

Pink noise

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

Summer

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

Get smashed

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

I laugh loudly

kinky; do you blush easily?

I don’t think so

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

None right now but I used to wish when I was younger that a friend would fall in love with me

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

When I’m asleep

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

ABBA

love; what is your favorite season and why?

Winter. Snow.

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

Vanilla

magic; what are five flaws you have?

1- don’t know when to shut up

2- can be annoying

3- lazy

4- can’t really read social cues until the whole conversation is over

5- always on tiktok

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

Cool darks

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

A friend

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

Plenty of free food

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

On tiktok

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

Don’t touch what you can’t afford

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

I love baking but sadly I only cook at the moment

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

Basic

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

No I don’t. I’d love to play the piano

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

I’ll get back to you on that one

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

Strawberry/carrot

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

Idk

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

Performing on west end twice

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

My friends

shine; art or music?

Music

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

Yeah

smitten; do you collect anything?

Funko pops

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

Two and a half

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

Strawberry laces

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

Yes and idk what it is

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

Yes

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

Sunset

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

I dont really mind. I wear them when I’m in public

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

The Sarah Jane Adventures

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

A double bed with two and a half pillows, a duvet and a fluffy blanket

soothe; digital or vinyl?

Digital

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

Nobody

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

Honesty

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

Practical

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

Nooooo

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

Yeah I like them but idk if I’d want them

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

No

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

Nothing I’m very basic

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

The crazy one

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

I’ve only just woke up

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

Mind control

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

Going out

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

No

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

Messy

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

I like it but I don’t want to live there when I’m older

Thanks wifey. I deserved that 🥲

[flokali]

no bc you dont understand just how badly i want to suck kaeya’s dick until hes shaking and breathless. i think it would be so fricking hot :(((

i want to absolutely wreck his mind god is that SO MUCH TO ASK. please sir i want ur cum down my throat and your hand on my hair calling me a good kitten :(((

NS/FT

Warnings: Yandere themes, the term “kitten” being used on reader, reader gives oral (male receiving), cum, kaeya thinks he’s being the dom but really he’s one slopy-joe from being a pillow prince, possessive themes.

No anon, I think YOU don’t understand how bad this ask messed me up… all I could think of for a solid three days was Kaeya and his cock… this is so fucking evil of you… have a drabble as a thanks </3 He’s so hot… it’s truly evil evil evil

Rest is bellow (17+)!

He’s a flirty man, it’s just in his nature. He’s seen and been with his fair share of people but nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to the sight of you on your knees for him.

There’s something so wrong about having you be on your knees for him, he’s supposed to be the one devoting himself to you — he gets unnaturally flustered the first time he sees your head peeking at him from between his legs.

“And what do you think you’re doing, my love?” He asks breathlessly, there’s an attempt at a teasing edge in his words but it’s lackluster at best; you easily can tell how much this situation is affecting him.

He knows very, very well what you’re doing and he can’t hide his excitement at the prospect of it. Just the thought of your mouth wrapped around him has him hot and bothered, he simply wants to hear it from your lips and know this isn’t one of the many wet dreams he’s had of you.

He’ll be laying on the bed with his shirt off, sensitive chest open in the air, his pants long discarded to the side and his boxers thrown somewhere far. He looks so pretty like that, his blue hair looks like a halo against the silk sheets of your mattress.

You start teasing him, rubbing your hands up and down his shaft, earning you soft groans of appreciation, even pumping it a few times; it was already hard from long before you’d even started touching him, painfully so, his tanned skin looked red and irritated from the blood flowing through it — it looked like it hurt, but he didn’t seem to mind as long as your hands were caressing it and promising him eventual release.

So, like the nice and considerate person you are; you take him into your mouth.

It’s so embarrassing when he lets out the cutest little yelp at the feeling of your tongue, the way you tease and rub at the parts of his dick you couldn’t fit he’s really big - you know. And it only gets worse when you start using your head, going up and down his shaft — one hand now fondling his balls as the other lightly scratches his cock, sometimes you’d take your hands away and only work your mouth and vice versa and Kaeya swore he was in heaven. Seeing the way you bob up and down, your tongue giving little swirls and licks at his length, he can’t stop himself from grabbing your head and guiding you through the later half of your encounter. He knows he shouldn’t, it feels so wrong but he can’t help but want to help you! You even said you wanted to pleasure him, so you give and and let him use your head as a cute little fleshlight. He’s thanking you through labored breaths, clumsily petting your head as he tried not to be too rough.

It takes a couple more minutes for him to cum, mostly because he’d purposefully ruin his release by taking your mouth off him and sloppily kissing you, but when he does it’s so much you wonder how his balls had been able to store all of it.

He’s grabbing your hair so gently while releasing his cum inside your mouth, softly fucking the white substance into your mouth, you can feel some of it leak down your chin — it’s hot and it smells so much like Kaeya, you almost get high off the smell alone.

“G-good kitty,” he breaths out, his thighs are shaking as he pulls out, dick falling in front of your face, “so fucking good…”

He’s taking a finger to collect the semen that’s running down your cheek before tasting it himself; “Tastes like you and me, hah… I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.”

“You gonna swallow me?” He asks, his chest heaving as he sees you nod, you close your mouth and make an audible gulp to let him know you’ve drank it all, “Liked your meal, baby?”

You smile before eying his cock again, just looking at it makes your mouth water — you could feel your mouth longing for the weight of his cock again, “C-can we do it again?”

“You want to suck me off more?” He laughs, as if he hadn’t been fucking your mouth like he was addicted to you just minutes ago, “Aren’t you — hghh!”

You don’t let him finish before you’re licking his tip, you’re not even being rough as you leave kitten licks on his head, he wasn’t lying when he’d said he’d gotten hard again — it’s so easy to just lick the remaining cum that’s still on his dick, he’s overwhelmed from his previous release, it’s so easy to have him become putty in your hands.

“Ah~ Fuck,” he’s throwing his head back, his earring could be heard jingling, as you tease the tip against your mouth, “y-you’re s-so-o good to me-e! I love you, I love you!”

You gargle what is meant to be an “I love you too” but you’re cut off by him slipping the rest of his cock into your mouth. Whatever, you hoped your actions would prove it instead.

It’s not your fault he tastes so good, not that he’s complaining — if you wanted, he’d be more than happy to run himself dry if what you wanted was his dick and cum in your mouth as long as it was only his dick and cum coating your insides.

#yandere genshin impact #self aware genshin #yandere genshin #yandere genshin au #genshin impact x reader #yandere kaeya #๋࣭ ancient scrolls #๋࣭. nsft #this ask and the fact ive started playing dol have me… incredibly h-word

[sugar-petals]

♡ physical affection; levi

↳ NOTE. characterizing boyfriend levi, my passion project lmao! with some sexy moments included 👀

WORDS. ⇢ 7k

tags / warnings. ⚠️ smut, fluff, soft sub!levi x female reader, hurt/comfort hc, angst, shower sex, blowjobs + handjobs + boobjobs (yep. spoiling the captain), face-sitting, protected sex, soap kink, season 3-4 setting, no manga spoilers

Ready for a surprise? It’s not really about what kind of skinship he’s extremely selective about and what not. This is only something people would perceive about him at first glance. Instead, it comes down to how emotionally sheltered he feels. Because of his experiences, that predicates everything else. Which is why Levi’s sexuality is as complex as it is.

But also, in its sudden perfect expression once a person gives him a different perspective: That’s the time when he is touchier. The more in private, the better. The lights down low, with only a candle or two shining from another room. Broad daylight brings the harsh truths and the shaking ground. Nighttime is when Levi feels more intimate and open to caress, down his back and arms, the shoulders, the side of his neck. Done with extreme gentleness, and all of your deep respect.

If you offer him an environment of trust, Levi is open to almost anything and would even magically doze off in your arms for a little while. Breathing softly, resting for the first time in weeks, the brows becoming less tense the deeper he sleeps. You asking if you can stroke his hair (carefully, not messing it up or anything) is something he can’t say no to. The closet romantic in him will fulfill you any reasonable wish as soon as you’d ask anyway.

We know how receptive the captain is to a request, and how much there can be a soft spot for somebody in his heart. If you’re forward enough to just ask, Levi sets himself that goal and opens up. He is diligent with it just as you’d expect. That especially includes the things he says are „absolute horseshit nonsense“ and „disgusting, useless activities“ when reacting to newly formed couples kissing in the survey corps at the other end of the room. Is he a hypocrite and a hater? Actually— not at all.

Levi is a raised rather than born skeptic. Between courage and care, he is always gonna be torn. Both didn’t work in his favor at some point. But at the end of the day, he fears recklessness more than being cautious. Looking at these couples, he knows that they could lose each other the very next day. Or hell, the next hour. Not everybody has 200 titan kills. 

Not everybody is a physically indestructible Ackerman destined and designed to escape death and outlive others whether they want it or not. And showing themselves this vulnerable out in the open is even more dangerous considering all the political intrigues, chaos, attacks, and espionage going on.

When he’s scoffing at skinship in the survey corps, it’s not his intent to ruin the couples and their little happiness in the present moment (nothing he sees as more tragically precious), or say only he can have a relationship because he’s strong enough to make it survive. If anything, Levi is the prime example of how all his connections were doomed exactly because of his status pulling in all the danger. He very well and painfully knows.

What I mean is: He sees the brutality of consequences that can create more misery than if two people would just go about their business. Levi already dreads that the same might happen to him. But after all, the behavior of others is easier to rectify than his own undeniable feelings for you. Which he cannot control in any way, which is why he reacts to others instead. Looking at other people holding hands, he’s also afraid how dabbling in love is a distraction from threats that can even backfire on uninvolved others if someone is suddenly in harm’s way.

Levi does associate physical touch with something that takes an otherwise observing mind off when it shouldn’t be. To him, it creates something so valuable that can become an unintended burden through all kinds of circumstances, he’s seen it all, it’s terrible he had to. And the reason why he has such a torn relationship with it. You really have to know your stuff to build a resilient little bubble where Levi is not constantly hypervigilant and either past- or future-focused.

Which is pretty damn hardwired into him. It’s almost impossible to bring on that kind of atmosphere spontaneously. It has to be ritualized. His intelligence comes with the downside of overthinking and having problems with spontaneous romance, it’s good to direct his thought into something that’s always done in a specific, structured way. You sit down with tea, put the candles on, Levi finishes cleaning his weapons, makes everything combat-ready and usable in seconds, and you carefully lay down on his impeccably made bed together.

Which he never uses, Levi sleeps in chairs. Or on the ground, so he can feel any titan steps in the distance with his whole body, using the cleanest possible mat or towel as a mattress and nothing else. The bed he basically just makes to have it neat, and for you, and to have a spot to lay together. 

But yeah. He will never remove his harness. Not even when you’re sleeping with each other. He’s not once gonna risk having to put it on in a hurry. The only time you will be skin to skin with him is for not even five minutes under the shower. It’s when his cleanliness beats his anxiety around being always ready, which is why that’s a time to fully cherish.

And then, he really has no qualms about you wrapping your hands around his soap-covered torso in the shower anyway. It’s the only time his inner default germaphobe is not vehemently screaming inside his already heavy heart. It doesn’t have anything to do with you, this is about his demons only, confronted with the immense relief you give him. If the latter wins over his mind’s struggle, Levi might draw out the shower time sometimes.

The other voice that tells him ‚don’t make it end so soon’ is now finally convincing him. He will dial down the water stream so he can hear what’s going on outside better to compensate, to know if there’s any ruckus or approaching hazards. Levi has instructed a fast runner among the cadets to bang on the front door under any critical circumstances immediately in the first place.

Levi says he wants to save water, too. He won’t admit it, but he also turns the showerhead to a medium pressure to hear your calm, almost-quiet moans — the barracks have terribly thin walls — better when you’re sucking him off. Slowly, smoothly, not too much spit. Folded towel under your knees because Levi insists, and he is right. The showers in the survey corps have uncomfortable floor tiles. 

He makes sure you won’t get soap in your mouth as well, I don’t have to tell you that he is very circumspect. Levi isn’t usually feeling overly heated in moments like this, but he gets hard and releases fast. You swear his cum tastes like afternoon tea with milk but you won’t tell him that. And who doesn’t like tea and Levi’s homemade milk, no complaints alright.

What’s still a shame is that Levi, always being in such a constant hurry and alertness, puts too much stress on his body for him to become horny all the way. In fact, he often forgets it. He feels numb, and can’t fully take in the sensations. Levi has not been able to feel a lot of genuine pleasure in his life. 

A racing mind is an absolute sex killer, and his adrenaline spikes are so high in combat that most normal things don’t do anything for him. Which is why he brews his tea extra strong. But seriously: It’s a concerning thing. And it tells you to take your time. With his whole body, doing the things he loves the most. And what else could that be? It’s straightforward: Keepin’ it clean.

You make sure that Levi feels extra comfortable by thoroughly massaging his loins and thighs with a sponge during foreplay. Yes, you’re gently working him up. All in circles and light brushing motions. Lots of soap. Suave and bubbly, like silk on his skin. It’s handmade, with oat milk, lavender, and honey. For your honey. You regularly gift a new one to him to try out scents and have supply. You can guess how much Levi appreciates it, to the moon and back in fact. The present box is neatly stored on his office table where he can always see it.

Sending out its balmy fragrance throughout the day, making the room smell amazingly aromatic to him. His nose will never grow tired or accustomed to it. Levi puts the soapbox in a drawer within literal split seconds when someone who isn’t you enters the room. „Tsk, announce yourself when you knock…“ That could even be the newest recruit who doesn’t know anything at all about the place and people. But this is just a you and him thing.

Levi doesn’t want nosy questions from the squad even though nobody would probably even notice the soap laying there in its case, much less ask him about it or the fresh scent in the air because duh, it’s Levi’s office. But it feels absolutely personal for him — so he reacts sensitively about it. This man would probably protect your lavender soap with his blades if he had to. 

The captain is very secretive about your relationship in general. Who on earth would go as far as buy him a new scented bar of joy bi-weekly? At this point, he would crawl on hot coals, needles, lava, ice shards, desert sand, and a mile-long straight of legos (laid out by a maniacally laughing Zeke personally) for you.

Although you wouldn’t allow any of it. Nothing should ever hurt those kitty paws, I mean captain hands and captain feet. You’d put Zeke on blast on your own, luring him with a banana to confuse his senses and then, whack, homerun the monkey into the ocean with Levi’s bristle broom. Problem solved. Anyway.

 Levi wouldn’t hurt himself willingly that way either, the ice shards don’t stand a chance. He has sworn to protect his own life out of self-respect, to honor those passed by living on bravely toward the goal they worked for and being the one always coming home to you. You can rely on him.

So enough about gleaming hot coals and Zeke’s evil legos, back to the point — you already get what I mean. Levi might seem totally grumpy on the outside, but for sure is a devoted man, a caliber as always. He takes all of your presents to heart and is unbelieving as to why he’d be deserving of so much. You prove a point using the gifts as regularly as possible on his body. Where he can feel every bit of your fondness of him. And remember it with muscle memory. Oh shit, this soap does smell so good. As anything on him, who are we kidding.

Dousing Levi with all your attention is the best thing ever. He feels great relaxing with you, and his face softens up. He’s looking at you with a tiny smile in response to you whispering sweet things to him, all while you’re using the sponge on his legs, the chest, and ever-tense back that can definitely use some alleviation. „Thank you for cleaning me“ has got to be the best thing ever to hear from Levi Ackerman. It means the entire world to him. Captain, your mommy kink is showing. His arousal increasing is a natural side effect in no time.

Recently, you’ve been slipping his cock between your breasts as well, and it’s been slowing him down a lot after an eventful mission. While at the same time making him more in the moment, he really enjoys you gradually lathering him up like that. The feeling of skin on skin is amazing. It might be something that… often crosses his mind when he trains during the day, but he can blend it out for the important things. Until you do it all over again, and he ruminates about how much you turn him on until the sun rises.

You also never do a blowjob hands-free. Why would you, anyway? His body is amazingly buff and compact, you want to hold onto those gorgeous lil’ hips and his own hands that need a fair share of holding after carrying the world. You feel him twitching on your tongue when you run either hand over his ass and abs, making sure to trace across all his most erogenous spots there. What’s more: Levi feels really protected and soothed when he feels your palms on him under the streaming water, he can’t explain it.

That's why you like doing shower handjobs just as much. I don’t have to tell you that Levi really delights in them as well and his poker face regularly cracks a bit. His eyes fixate on you, you can tell the connection and involvement. He thinks your fingertips are heavenly, a welcome change to his rugged days. 

He loves how softly they tease and stimulate him with the smallest movements and subtle presses. Yes, Levi doesn’t like rough action, those are vulnerable moments. He has enough brutality elsewhere, violently jerking him off and insulting him would be entirely inappropriate and even scare him.

He’d probably brush your wrists off right away, it’d be so uncomfortable in the silence of the evening. A tender chain of kisses on the nose tip, chin, collar bone, and especially forehead gets him going a lot more. The more chaste and doting the kiss, the more he melts on the inside. 

His anxiety baseline goes down, and he feels like he can let you in. However you guide him and however you choose to indulge him with your lips, Levi is on board, quietly enjoying. Since it’s something that he’s still feeling so new to, leaving you the active role comes naturally.

Stroking him with a deep pace, carefully brushing your lips against his to give him goosebumps — Levi definitely grows into that. In those moments, he really feels taken care of, in safe hands, hands that will stay with him. He’s gonna be surprised just how good something like this feels many times. And be overwhelmed by pleasure to the point where it almost frightens him, he didn’t have that a lot until now.

The satisfaction of a spotless table simply does not compare. Just so you know: He will either be dead silent or mumble under his breath nonstop. That he is okay with you touching him below the belt and even take him in your mouth tells you how much Levi trusts you, how much he knows you love him, and how meticulously he’s already scrubbed and shaved himself beforehand. Yes, the sheer preparation. He puts a lot of work into his body. He couldn’t stand you becoming dirty.

That’s also why the shower is the place oral goes down. And even there, he uses like ten cleaning products to double rinse the stall and himself before and after. Mind you. He sees you eating healthy, brushing your teeth well. Your lips are very beautiful and a masterpiece of nature to him. So it’s not you who he thinks is dirty. Levi is pretty damn paranoid about his own skin and hygiene. If only he would think about himself the way he thinks of your body.

He feels like he has to earn it, be acceptable, and prepare himself endlessly to enjoy touch. Even then, he thinks he must be ugly and revolting. You have to respect him fussing about it rather than forcing him to cut down on his routines. You don’t criticize his perfectionism and see the motivation behind it. So instead, you reassure Levi your own way.

The more he sees you having fun and enjoying his body, the more accepted, confident, and clean he feels. Most people would like to see their partner play up the enthusiasm obviously (unless you have a ‚hiding his amazement’ emo boy kink, which is exactly why you like Levi don’t cha), but it’s particularly meaningful to Levi. Guess why he looks up to Armin’s mentality, and Hange is one of the few people who truly vibe with Levi.

She’s easily amused, dedicated, swooning, excited, and constantly eager. Levi does appreciate a bit of zeal in someone. If you’re a little ardent about touching him, it’ll give his esteem a boost he’s long needed, oh god. Nobody has the guts to praise this guy like that, even if he’s so extremely good-looking. Don’t let him off the hook there. Give him feedback, you’ll be surprised how much it resonates.

It’s already apparent to yourself how keen you are being touchy with him, hell, you’re so in love. Still, it’s a good idea to give him an idea how stoked you are. He doesn’t like it fast and brutally raw without a second thought, but passionate is a whole other debate. A simple „Levi, stay like this, let me do it“ or „Levi, you smell so good“ works wonders. Say what you think and his ease will set in. And I don’t have to tell you that you won’t look like sex is a chore anyway. With Levi, that’s an honor and a pleasure.

That he puts his faith in you and gives you his time is already a massive deal and goes against everything we know of him, what he’s used to, and how his avoidant personality works, being so ridden with losses. And it’s all because of how much you desire and approach him. That’s what it comes down to. 

Even if he’d suffer decades from yearning, he’d not go out of his way to kickstart something, never ever. He’d feel like he’d cause you so much trouble. You wanting him so badly and treating his body like a treasure on the other hand changes his mind.

It proves him wrong all the way. There is still time to enjoy love, the chance is now. Anything else would plague Levi with solitude and self-pity all over again. And the feeling of missing you around in his rooms. Two teacups on the table until he grows old and grey are his ideal of a good life, after all. He will open himself to your emotional and physical presence, realizing how touch-starved he is, and how much it improves his life to have someone to kiss and lay down next to at night.

The even breath at the back of his neck gives him a sense of finally someone sticking around with him side by side, even if he’s gone during the day. It feels good and right to be wanted by you, and nuzzling his face into your cotton dress. Your commitment gives him the little smiles and the silver lining he’s been searching for. He can’t label that feeling, but it’s joy of life and humankind, more than just a willingness for it. He would stay forever pained and bitter if he wouldn’t invite it in now, and you won’t waste that chance with being silent.

You’re attracted to everything about him, tell him, make him aware. The voice, the hair, the mannerisms, his height, his abilities, his mind, his care for others, the posture, how soft his cheeks are, the list is endless. Levi won’t miss how much he’s your type at some point. Which gives him a lot of ease, comfort. You show him that his inferiority complex was an entire smokescreen in his mind. 

He fucking deserves to be called handsome. And by the way — you can lust over him as much as you want when he’s made that time window for your couple stuff. It’s good if you make it as obvious as possible for him. Which is hard to hide anyway. You’ve been masturbating over Levi just sitting there sternly writing something. And he’s like why, and you’re like, it’s you! Look at you!

Levi does want you to touch his skin all over but it’s always sore. And he remains insecure on many days. So he only has particular comfortable spots in the first place. Since hardly anybody dares to touch him, and even if he pats someone’s shoulder nobody would ever be courageous enough to reciprocate, you would feel a bit like a lab scientist. Silently theorizing over him at first even if you really don’t have to. Other people say they’d rather run towards a titan than expose themselves to Levi’s moods, swords, and barking tone after trying to caress him in any way.

News flash, Levi has had such terrible moods since forever because there’s no affection coming to him from anywhere just because people decided he might not need it. And no, he won’t yell at you for touching. He finds it very sweet of you instead. Touching Levi always creates an occasion that will float around in his head for the entire day, that’s guaranteed. He sees how someone goes out of their way and cares for his well-being. He might not like it like standing in the middle of the whole corps, but anywhere else is fair game, at home anyway.

The pressure of dealing with threats he can manage to a degree, and he has lord how many coping strategies. The lack of love he cannot. Big difference that everybody seems to confuse. On top of how he has to be unrelenting in his position because battlefield and the Yeagers being a pain. Most people — except maybe Armin — see that as a closedness to touching altogether. 

The whole world seemingly can't intuit Levi’s craving of gentleness behind the arguably pretty convincing armor, but still. It seems like only a few souls ever think about the Levi that sits down on his bed in the evening completely depleted. You have to make it clear to yourself and him that it’s obviously a one-dimensional way of looking at Levi Ackerman and not good for him.

Which has covertly shaped how he interacts with others in return like a vicious spiral, which is why he blames solely himself for his depravation. And, how severe and untouchable the circumstances made his character. Yes, Levi despises himself for being inaccessible and unable to change it on top, added to how it happened to him over the years. 

Which he had pretty much zero influence on being basically at the gunpoint of life. It’s what you hate seeing the most and comfort him about with brewing tea. It definitely comes back tenfold, Levi won’t take it for granted when you brush out his hair and speak soothingly to him in the evening. „I don’t care, those are all reasons why you’re the apple of my eye“ seems to be what makes Levi’s heart a little mushy in particular.

He is very preoccupied with blame at the start of your relationship. Levi is torn apart by daily guilt and a constantly looming perception of failure to show an opening to his heart. He also crumbles under how the majority of people don’t take him seriously, overreact, or fear he snaps back into soldier mode — he doesn’t — when he does show affection. 

That you gaze behind his reputation and touch him without prejudice is the most important thing to him. You can ignore his mad and gloomy expression, Paradis has carved it into his face for half an eternity (the other half is for you and him when this is over). It doesn’t mean he’s angry on the inside about you. The causes for his madness are way elsewhere, knowing his early story it goes without saying. What made Levi callous and broken-hearted are things very opposite to you.

Those who only see and enjoy his fighting personality probably want him as their poster boy, people who are reflected enough to bother with the idea of a private, cuddling Levi are the only truly caring ones. Because private Levi needs that physical and emotional connection the most. Patting his cadets on their heads is only a little, albeit meaningful moment. The teacup is still half-empty regardless if you wanna think of it in those terms.

Because he can only do so much in terms of initiative — which already shocks people to the point of paralysis, which ruins the moment since he assumes it’s not appreciated then — and it’s only one-sided. Giving isn’t fully making him happy even if it’s his only option given how most people perceive him. 

The teacup only fills to the brim if Levi can let go for like half an hour getting some good ole kitty on your lap treatment. He silently lays there and enjoys your hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He looks genuinely peaceful that way. His hand palms gently at your thigh and knee, and rests there all tranquil while he ruminates about his day and how lucky he is to have you.

The whole ‚theorzing rather than going for it‘ thing stems from you listening to those people a bit too much at the beginning. Instead of asking Levi directly about touch, and to be fair: Not a single human being has done that yet, you try to figure him out at a distance. Which is also a good thing though. 

You learn about many Levi habits others would overlook, misinterpret, or don’t think have any meaning. The more you learn about him, the more understanding you become, the more protective you will be, the less he will avoid intimacy. Because Levi really doesn’t want to shy away, but often his body has too much memory in it to be instantly receptive. So it rather starts with the mind, then.

The irony is. Levi rejecting bonds with others as not to have them weigh heavy on his mind when fighting will only make it worse. You make a statement to him that if he fully immerses himself in what you have, he can fight better and actually be without those godforsaken regrets he’s always talking about. That’s why when you’re having sex, you make him look in your eyes and kiss their lids, and wrap your legs around him very firmly because Levi has to know he’s deeply yours. 

Hugs, the same thing. You squeeze the last curse out of him every time and tell him to hold you tight as well. You do have to tell him twice. Just because Levi is the strongest man in history, doesn’t mean he embraces very roughly. In fact, Levi is not used to this at all. Even more irony. Paradis’ ever-swearing, most badass titan killer with the physical excellence of a hundred acrobats can’t execute the simple act of putting his arms around you in a normal, casual way.

The why is the harder thing to talk about. Last time he got proper, truly loving hugs was way over 20 years ago. From Kuchel, during a time where he was too young to remember these things long-term. Let that sink in. It confuses him when he does it and even more so when others do. Kissing Historia’s hand even as a light official gesture was already completely unusual for him and a first time. 

Levi doesn’t go beyond what he sees others doing in that regard. No extra miles, just imitating. Now think of him with something as big a deal as embracing his lover for minutes. He lets his arms just hang there and you gotta make him learn how to intertwine fingers or how to press his palms on your back. You’re the one holding him tight there, while Levi’s mind and stare go blank, he’s even more speechless and perplexed after confronting his uncle back then.

I’m not kidding. You have to ask Levi to be forthcoming with those things as well, it simply does not occur to him, and he’s unsure about everything there is to it. What a loveless world this guy is in. If it already frustrates you to see him struggle, imagine how deprived he must be. One of his inner blocks is, Levi has major jealousy of guys who are what he thinks a better hugging height. It’s obviously the other way around to anybody who’d be in love with Levi. 

Of course he has the best hugging height by far. What’s not to like? He’s ideal. But in his perspective, imagine all these people above him wrapping around each other in moments of enthusiasm, shoulder-level on shoulder-level, or only with slight differences. And when it comes to him, it feels awkward because they feel strange bending down only for him and Armin.

And that’s probably the issue. Because it’s much better not to bend and try and intertwine, but just have Levi bury his face into your winter coat without a hassle. You don’t have to be perfectly chest to chest to make it work. Besides… romantic hugs are always a bit different. And, you invite Levi to do exactly that with you. Since Levi’s pet peeve is politeness, you’ll also have to show him the difference between mere courtesy and love, he hasn’t fully learned it either. 

But just so you know. Levi is not a naive baby or raging bull in a china shop once he has given his love to someone. He observes well, adapts well. When it’s heartfelt, when it’s the right moment, it comes out almost by surprise, he’s feeling it and he will respond to you. With serenity and intent.

If there’s someone who can be unpretentious with physicality, that’s him. He just has to transfer that to romantic gestures and Levi will be the perfect lover after some time. He’ll end up like, „Eh, so what. We do this hugging thing!“ — Hilarious. Levi, knowing his battle tactics, does have a sort of innate courage to approach bodies: This time, it’s about someone he wants to give pleasure and gratitude to, though. Which will feel very different. 

And you’re a lady he’s all whipped for, that changes everything. He might sort of try to lean at the wall next to you, to murmur about you kissing him after eating cake so he’s full of crumbs „and now I have to dust it all off again, hmph“, but he is not prepared for another kiss and you tickling him pinned against the wall (he’s not ticklish, but you still love it, and Levi has a thing for you being all over him despite his stoic face).

So yeah, Levi will be super grumpy and do the „Oi oi!“ thing, but also turn around so you won’t see the blush. Man, is he embarrassed. He will try to waddle away awkwardly to do paperwork, but no chance if you tug him back by the sleeve, dust off his shirt from crumbs, and squeeze his cheeks into a perfect Levi snoot. I’m telling you, he has a nice pouty face. 

He might assume that you’re out of your mind because nobody has done that with him yet, but once you tell him that you just wanna look at him because every day might be the last, he sees the point of your antics. Merely saying you kiss him just because won’t make sense to the captain, it’s gotta have a purpose for the future.  

So, you will tell him to always remember what your soothing lips do on him before he draws the blade tomorrow, and that he has plenty of filthy crumbs to come home to. „I think that’s right by what we’ve seen today“ is what he’ll admit, and carries you off to the bed to get grinding because all that stuff made him kinda turned on. Or rather, you grind, Levi on the other hand gets flustered. He complains about you being a tease at length since he’s having a huge she-pinned-me-to-the-wall boner. 

You sit on his face to take it even further and as his favorite treat, end of discussion, your goddess is here mister. Geez, you’ll make him a hot mess. That dick won’t go soft anytime soon. You’ll talk to him about when his face is already ruined with cake crumbs, he has nothing to lose, gotta clean up anyway. The grumbling noise from below tells you that the argument is a good one. For good measure, you palm at his trousers to see his legs react and his voice suddenly hitch. Ah, it’s a wonderful day.

Levi knows a thing or two about holding his breath correctly, but what he likes the most is that he feels perfectly sandwiched between thigh Rose and thigh Maria. Yeah, he does consider them his personal comfort walls and hopes they’ll always be there. Congruently, Levi wraps his arms around them, in fact it’s locking rather than wrapping, and you’re like I see wow he’s serious. 

On goes his tongue lapping away between your labia pretty much incessantly. The arousal is so intense, you have to breathe in yourself. Oh shit, Levi is gonna try to finish you off, shots fired. Not fast, but insisting. He does not bother with you panting pretty damn hard whatsoever. He’s calling people like that, but Levi might be the real brat all along.

Fair enough, he currently doesn’t hear anything, which he also loves the idea of. All day, people everywhere are talking nonsense, and now he gets to enjoy perfect silence. His ears are small, they’re easy to cover with thighs. He just goes on and on and gets you past lord how many brinks with a heated buildup. 

There are a lot of evil things Mister Zeke has said and committed, but by far the most offending thing he has yet insinuated is that Levi is not popular with the ladies. Blasphemy, treason, outrage, éclat, trickery, criminal offense, international slander, the most grueling case of fake news since the horse left the building, and no, Jean is not meant. With those oral skills, any lady interested in him would get a permanently bleeding nose and something else permanently wet as you can personally attest to.

If Paradis would even remotely know what he can do in bed (and they would if Connie told them, he lives next door), even more people would run down his house than they already do to get a piece of him. Jesus Christ, the Ackerstamina. But I mean. People are probably suspecting it. 

How can you not move like a god in bed if you can bend yourself into any Pythagorean shape mid-air. Him being a fighter also gives him experience with managing energy when you have sex, I’m not kidding. Levi can even handle you thrusting right back on his tongue, and even your jokes about how he’s getting the cream to his tea now.

Levi is already kind of dripping in juice. His fingers are sweaty, this time it’s something on his face and hands he prefers though. He won’t wipe it off just yet. So you take on the task to put a condom on him — kind of expensive, mysteriously imported, gotta make every one count my friend — and have Levi take you from behind to soil the bedsheets completely at this point. 

Levi lets all the leaking happen, of course he notices, and yet he’s too focused on you gripping his cock hard all the way. So much for walls. Levi has to surrender to the thought of you squeezing him in any way you fancy at this point. That doesn’t just include the face, that much he learned. His cock is gonna fall off, you tighten up so much and make him squirm, Levi’s all blissed out.

He can’t handle your ass either. He just stares like the Founding Titan invented a brand new method to hypnotize the Ackermans or something. Although. Why’d you need to come up with something, though? People they love completely enthrall them already. 

If we know something by now, it's that every Ackerman gets completely fucked in the head out of the blue and sent to another dimension when they’re with the love of their life, no hypnotizing device needed. Levi is clasping his teeth for his dear life back there. People asking him if he’s gone mad he’d answer ‚maybe‘, but if you asked him if this made him lose it he would admit it.

Since he doesn’t know what to do with his hands again, you ask him to place them at your waist. „Properly, now slide in, Levi.“ — He takes his time for the first few thrusts, grunts, but gets the hang of it, in fact he’s a pro in the making. All that vertical maneuvering can turn into horizontal maneuvering very quickly. Levi feels so strange and so good at the same time, it’s overwhelming. How can something he thought would be so dirty be this amazing? 

And since this position allows him to penetrate you even deeper, Levi gets the full experience of being inside of you times two. The wet noise already turns him on, his body feels so warmed up, and he feels really shocked he’s doing this. Although his face won’t show, it’ll be concentrated as before. On the inside, Levi is losing it.

He can’t get enough of your body and how you tell him what to do, Levi will be driving it home in no time. You’re gonna have your jaw dropped by how lusty he can get yourself, but also love how he’s really breaking a sweat just because of your hard grip. Who would have thought. 14-meter class titans got nothing on you. Levi’s entire neck and chest is glazed over. You call him out on it, all you’re gonna get is a little ‚tch, that’s your fault, woman‘. I mean of course it is. He’s literally at your mercy. I told you he’s hilarious.

Little did you know that Levi will straight-up ignore his sweatiness and just continue, one heartbeat at a time, to really fill you out and make you feel good. Can you imagine. Levi dedicating like 20 minutes to make sweet love to you doggystyle. 

He has a good feeling for keeping you just on the verge of cumming. He even reaches around to press two fingers into your clit after five minutes of figuring out his angles. You didn’t expect this at all. It’s as if Levi can read your mind going „but his hands are gonna get really messy, why?“ — he just goes on rubbing and says, deadpan: „Miss, do I look like I care.“

Some dirty things in the world are just there to annoy him. They’re not existing to make his life easier. And toilet humor-related things: We know Levi’s stance on that. Wet pussy on the other hand: Surprise. He thinks of it very differently. Levi is pretty caught off guard by the fact that you loving and adoring him is the reason you’re leaking so much. 

It sinks in (um, literally) that you’re all drippy because you really want him inside. Not to mention that he constantly realizes just how attracted to him you are. Your desire for him, that’s Ackerman kryptonite. Levi doesn’t miss your eyes, nope. That motherfucker is a damn good face reader.

And— How warmed up your body feels in his hands, how you’re breathing. How you’re telling him exactly how to tilt to hit the good spots. How you’re sucking in air when he does just that. How you sound, grip the pillow, the sheets. Your goosebumps all over your legs. How your lips part. How you wait for every thrust. The way you tell him how good it is. Your pulse. Your own sweaty back, letting his hands on your waist slip and slide a little with the rhythm. 

How he’s struggling not to moan his soul out and chokes back. How you’re softly moving to glide off, he’s gonna lose his mind. How much you’re enjoying him and how cute you tell him he is. Whatever you’d ask of him, he’s so ready to fulfill it. You having the absolute hots for Levi is probably gonna preoccupy him for the whole night while you’re sleeping and he sits in the chair.

He’s been shooting grumpy cat level eye daggers with extra Ackerpoison at the corps couples for walking around showing any signs of this. Making all those lovey-dovey faces or going to the back of the barn together. Levi has chased them with his favored broom to whoop-diddly-doop those horndog soldiers back on track, swirling his weapon of choice around to send a sweeping cloud of dust after them.

Whereas now… he has to deal with the fact that he really loves all that horny stuff. Cognitive dissonance 101 is striking him out of nowhere. I mean he’d not fuck in the barn, that one is truly disgustingly shittily bastardly filthy or however he’d word it, but you get the gist. He caught feelings and caught pleasure — and that’s such a good thing.

His problem is, Levi wouldn’t know how to fawn right back at you. Except saying „good job“ like he’d praise a cadet, but he decides that’s not something to say during sex. He’s very right about that indeed. So instead: He will always reply to you accordingly and with Levi-typical honesty. 

If you say you love how he kisses your neck from behind, he will tell you he’s enjoying it as well because damn he loves that spot indeed (titans can tell you a story about it… Levi has such a neck fixation, that fucker). And: Letting actions speak the loudest with him. He’s a practical guy. Levi’s hands can to the most complicated reverse grips and all that crazy human Beyblade shit. Getting you off at his fingertips is gonna be his easiest exercise ever once he gets into it.

He doesn’t even do it to show off at this point. Levi is just that kind of a sex machine and eager to please, not to mention god, is he obedient and a giver in disguise. If Levi were offered the most luxurious, expensive tea available versus your breasts to suck on for a week given he’s free of titan duty… that cup is gonna turn cold. He loves the skinship and he loves giving you a fuckton of orgasms, as many as you like and as many he has time for.

Self-explanatory, this is something he will not feel one bit of regret about. Hours touching you is the farthest from wasting time to Levi. The less he holds back with his love, the more secure things become. He doesn’t feel the misery he thought he’d run into, nor does it feel like a reckless act that’s only something feeble. 

The new soap every other week on his table alone reminds him you’re here to stay and like his every quirk, and make this a private thing rather than something to parade around. You never lied saying „Levi, you’re mine.“ He does wrap his head around the fact that all of this is happening with time.

Levi finds your relationship meaningful because it gives him feelings and exactly that emotional harbor he never had before, and he gifts you the reverence of your lifetime since Levi doesn’t half-ass anything. You reassured and guided him so much, he looks up to that, it breaks down his prejudice against loving more and more. That’s how you’ll feel intimate in all kinds of ways for very intense hours he can spare to make the most out of it. 

From the light touch at his arm to making out until the candles burn down. And if you tell Levi to sell the deal and dedicate his heart, how can he not take that as a serious order. He has to be guarded to put his guard down, and that’s what you can offer him, and he will create something lasting out of it. Promise is promise to him, we all know.

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Little One pt.3

Here is part 3 my pretty's! Hope you enjoy! And as always my requests are open. Happy reading!

Paring- OT7 x Reader (poly)

Summary- Through your husbands line of work they take a week or more off to spend some time with their wife.

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You couldn’t tell if it was real or not, the sensation you were feeling was almost euphoric. Looking under the covers you saw the culprit. Jungkook was between your legs devouring you. You let out a moan to let him know you were fully aware of what he was doing.

He looked up at you.

“Good morning baby.” He smiled before continuing.

He knew you were close just by the tone in your moans.

“Cum baby, let go.” He whispered.

You cried out before releasing into his mouth.

He cleaned you up smiling at what he just did.

You pulled him up to cuddle you.

“Thank you Kookie.” You smiled, closing your eyes.

“Don’t go back to sleep,” he said, tickling you. “Breakfast will get cold then.”

Your head popped up at the thought of food. You got up, still naked from last night's activities. You went ahead and threw your robe on not bothering to put on clothes.

“Let’s go.” He said throwing you over his shoulder running to the dining room.

You were a giggling mess.

He finally put you down, your babies were already there waiting for you, they had dropped their suits for lounge wear. You liked seeing them like this.

“Took you long enough.” Yoongi said.

“We asked you to wake her,” Namjoon said.

“I did.” Kook protested.

“With his mouth.” You smirked digging into your breakfast.

They all groaned, wishing they had thought to do that.

Jungkook had the biggest grin on his face.

“No whining,” you said. “We have too much to do today before we leave.”

They nodded in agreement.

Once you all finished eating, they each took the liberty of cleaning up for you.

You were currently in your closet trying to pick out the best outfits for Italy. You knew not to over do it as they were no doubt going to spoil you.

You were looking at all your fancier dresses as you knew they would want nothing more than to party while on this vacation. You brought you short but high cut silver dress that drove Yoongi crazy but also your black dress with the all mesh skirt that had slits down either side. After choosing your shoes you made the final touches for lingerie and zipped up your suitcase.

You walked over to Namjoons room as he never knew what to pack, so being the good wife you were, you decided to get it out of the way for him.

After making sure everything was packed, you changed and decided to get in a few laps in the pool.

Walking out you noticed Taehyung had the same idea as you.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You smiled at him.

Hi my little dove.” He smiled up at you. “Hop in.”

“I think I like the view from over here.” You smirked sitting at the edge of the pool.

He instantly swam over to you. He stopped a few feet in front of you. You could sense the mischief in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare.” You warned him slowly going to get up.

But it was too late. He splashed you.

“KIM TAEHYUNG!” You shouted.

His eyes went wide, he knew he fucked up. He ducked under the water trying to swim away but you jumped in after him, catching him instantly.

“I’m sorry baby.” He said arms up in defense.

“Sure you are.” You said before dunking him underwater.

He quickly recovered. Shaking out his hair in your face.

You glare at him before swimming to the shallow end.

“Oh come on baby.” He pouted at you. “Don’t be like that.”

He pulled you closer to him. Wrapping your legs around him.

“I’m not falling for it.” You said trying to squirm out of his grasp.

“You know you wanna.” He said kissing your jaw and neck.

You knew he was right, you practically were putty in his hands. You just had to give in.

“Be quick about it,” you began. “Lunch won’t cook itself.”

“I’ll be quick.” He smirked, moving your bottoms to the side.

He slid in with ease. You moaned at the sensation. He was definitely thicker than the others. He set a quick and fast pace that would get you both off. It didn’t take long for that to happen. He was out of breath.

“Will you two get out of the pool?” Jin said a bit sternly. “We have things to do. That can all wait.”

Jin helped you out of the pool.

“I’m sure you want me twice as bad right now.” You said running a finger down his pants.

He shivered under your touch.

“Don’t tempt me, little one.” He gave you a hard look.

You just smirked running off after Tae.

Night was setting in and you had to be on a plane in 5 hours. You hand the luggage placed in front of the door doing a final count.

“I have 6,” you yelled. “Who's missing?”

“We’re coming!” Shouted Kookie and Jimin.

“Of course it would be you two.” Yoongi said.

“Play nice.” You glared at him.

He rolled his eyes.

“Only for you.” He cooed in your ear.

“You’ve gone soft.” Hobi said.

“Only for her.” Yoongi smiled.

“Okay, does everyone have what they need.” You smiled at them.

They all responded with yes. You couldn’t wait to spend time with them in Rome. You all piled into the limo and headed for your jet. Once the flight took off Kookie was already passed out. You smiled at him, caressing his cheek, making him smile in his sleep.

You moved your attention back to your book. It was a gift from Joonie, ever since you got it you could not put it down. You yawned.

“Get some sleep kitten.” Yoongi said, placing his hand on your thigh.

You nodded, soon falling asleep to him running circles on your thigh. You had woken up just in time for landing.

“Morning jagiya.” Jimin smiled. “We’ll be landing soon.”

Once off the plane it was about 1:30 in the afternoon. Everyone was tired over the 13+ hour flight. You just wanted to get to the villa and crash.

Pulling up to the place you were in awe. It was right by the water with a private beach. It was just you guys. The scenery looked out of a movie. You really picked a good place for this long week.

“The place is beautiful princess.” Taehyung came up behind you.

Walking in the place was huge. It had large windows, A giant kitchen. It was heaven. You took notice of the cats that walked around the back of the villa throughout the garden.

One in particular caught your eyes. She was black with a white spot in the shape of a heart on her forehead. She was gorgeous. Overlooking the garden it had a gazebo and waterfall towards the center. It was covered in roses. Moving on to the bedrooms there were 8 in total. The boys would each get their own room as you would yourself. Even though some of them would no doubt be sleeping in your room. You all were finally settling in but you were far from wanting to just sleep. You wanted to go out and explore, though you knew they wouldn’t let you out of their sight.

“I wanna do something.” you pouted, plopping down on the couch next to Namjoon.

“We’ll do things tomorrow baby.” Hoseok said.

“But I wanna go swimming.” you whined.

“Don’t start.” Jin warned.

“Fine.” you said getting up.

They assumed you gave in but you had other plans in mind. You slowly began undressing as you walked to the back door leading to the private beach.

“I’m going down by the water.” you called out not bothering to look at them.

“Oka- Y/N!” Jin yelled.

The yell caught all of their attention. You took that as your que to run for the water. The sun was already setting and thankfully you chose a place where no one would disturb you all. You were almost to the water, looking back you saw all seven of them running after you. As soon as the water hit your feet you dove right in, they all stopped right at the edge.

“Y/n get over here, Now!” Yoongi yelled.

“Cut the shit lets go.” Hobi said after him.

“Come in and get me.” you smirked, putting your head back and swimming a bit farther.

“You’re being a brat right now and I’m not having it.” Taehyung said.

“Come in daddy, the water feels nice.” you rubbed your hands on your breasts pushing them up a bit.

“That's it.” Yoongi said before throwing his shoes off and running in after you.

A hint of regret sank in as Yoongi was not one to get into water. You really were in for it now.

“Are we gonna do this the easy way or hard way?” he said with a growl.

You looked him in the eyes almost pleading and to say sorry.

“Don’t be shy now kitten, you’re in for it now.” he chuckled, lifting you over his shoulders giving your ass a hard slap.

Walking past the others they just chuckled at the look on your face. You looked to them for help, but nothing.

The trip up to your room seemed like it took forever, the hallway seemed to look longer than usual. As soon as you were in your room he set you on the bed still showing some kindness but that would soon be over with.

“I’m going to grab something and I expect you to be laid down and spread out for me.” he said power within his words.

To say you weren’t turned on was an understatement. You were dripping. The dom in Yoongi was what you lived for. Just thinking about what he was going to do to you made you moan.

He re-entered the room with silk ropes in his hand. You knew them all too well. He had brought them from home.

“Wrists kitten.” he said.

You held them up.

“So obedient.” he cooed, tying the ropes tight but not too tight.

“I’m sorry baby.” you pouted as he kissed down your body.

“Apologies won’t save you now, little one.” he said, kissing your thighs.

He ran a finger down your folds causing you to buck forward.

“None of that.” he said looking up at you.

He began teasing you, his mouth was of an expert. He knew you were about to come just by how whiny you were getting. He stopped as soon as you were about to let go.

You let out a groan. Only to be flipped over.

“What did I tell you?” he said climbing on you, pulling you up by your hair causing you to moan. “You come when I tell you.” he let go of your hair.

You had arched your back waiting for him to do something.

“Yoongi?” you began. “Are you still the-” you yelled out at the feeling of him entering you.

“You really need to start behaving kitty.” he groaned, slapping your ass.

“But II-I like riling you up.” you moaned out best you could.

“Yeah?” he asked, picking up the pace.

You cried out.

“Be. A good. Girl.” he said between thrusts. “And you might be able to come.”

He kept pounding into you, you were sure the whole villa could hear you.

“I’m close baby.” you whined out.

“Hold on kitten, I'm always there.” he breathed out.

You were a moaning mess.

“Cum kitty.” he said running circles on your clit.

You screamed out reaching your high, soon after he followed with his.

He crawled up to you, untying your wrists.

“You really gotta listen baby.” he caressed your face.

“I just wanted to have some fun.” you pouted.

“I know,” he said. “Take a nap and I'll get you when dinner is ready.”

You nodded while closing your eyes. He smiled and kissed your head.

#imagines #imagine #bts mafia au #bts mafia fic #mafia bts #bts mafia imagine #bts imagines #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #min yoongi

[manikas-whims]

this person accidentally sent in a submission instead of an "Ask". So I'm gonna assume they'd like their blog to stay anonymous ✌

Let's do this for the request above & for that one anon who keeps persuading me to write kanej smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Kanej Smut Headcanons Pt1

• Every moment of physical contact, even the faintest ones are important to them. And so, being able to engage in sex is a big achievement for them. A moment of pure bliss.

Kaz finally experiencing everything he's only ever fantasized about late at nights.

Inej realising that physical intimacy can actually feel amazing with the right person.

• Kaz absolutely loves hearing her moan his name. You know it inflates his pride but also because it keeps him grounded. Her voice is like a tether and it never let's him get lost *sobs*

• Inej blushes everytime he takes her name or growls. Somehow his already gravelly voice is even sexier between the sheets and she's mesmerized.

• They're very touchy once they get over their traumas. They like to touch and feel alot.

• Inej definitely enjoys running her hands over Kaz's torso and feeling the taut muscles flex under her palms. She's imagined this so many times after witnessing him clean himself up that one time in the past.

The first time, she's surprised by the scars marring his gorgeous pale skin. Sometimes Kaz tells stories behind them, sometimes he doesn't. Either ways, she kisses every single one because they're a part of who he is (gotta add some kanej scar worship)

• Kaz has a thing for her legs. He's seen them clad in her fitting trousers so many times all these years but to be able feel the actual milky softness of them is too much for him. How do such delicate, small legs carry her whole weight on silks?

He just loves her legs, especially when wrapped around him because he gets to hold her by the thighs and he loves it. He definitely likes kissing the inner sides of her thighs (one of his favorite spots aside from her neck).

• Kaz likes her on top of him, especially when its one of those lazy sex days. He just folds his arms behind his head and admires her riding him, her long hair swaying, her hands holding onto his shoulders as her eyes are closed and lips parted in pleasure.

• But Kaz doesn't know Inej likes him in control more. With any other man, it would be a nightmare. But she knows its Kaz and he would never hurt her. She gets extremely turned on when he turns her around and takes hold of her hands and bends her back and..(rough Kaz needs a separate post). He's rarely rough but Inej relishes every moment of those times.

• Kaz loves going down on Inej. Sometimes he just lets her stand support at the door as he gets down between her legs (kneeling does hurt his bad leg but sometimes he just can't help himself). And some other times, he leans against the headboard and asks her to bring her kitty to his face. She's embarrassed the first few times because its just too filthy for her but the things his tongue do to her make her see the stars. Its the only thing that make her legs falter. He thinks she deserves to be pleased everyday like this and his mouth knows just as many tricks as his hands ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

• Inej is shy but when she wants something, she outright asks for it. And so she does tell him she wants him in her mouth. Now he's embarrassed for the first time. Like he's dreamt about it and most definitely fantasized but he was never sure if it was okay to ask that much of her. So when she does say it (her cheeks flush pink and all) he complies. And goodness, its as if she worships him more than her saints because Kaz has to put a hand over his mouth to muffle his groans of utter ecstasy. The sight of her kneeling before him, looking up as she swallows his release is a memory that disturbs him at odd times. Like when he's sitting in his office for work, leaving his pants a little too tight for comfort.

*these are a few i always like to imagine Kanej..lemme know if you want more..:3

SoC Masterlist

#kanej smut #kanej #kanej headcanon #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #i'm not sure about these but here we go #have fun you two people who keep requesting ♡

[lavenderboneswrites]

it’s me, kitty 🥺

👉🏻👈🏻 Shizuo and Izaya having a self care day?

they try face masks, watch movies, do their nails, eat junk food, anything that comes to your mind 🥰

Maybe they even have a bubble bath together 👀👀

I LOVE YOU BB YOURE THE BEST 💖💖💖💖💘💘💘🥰🥰🥰

Of course my beloved got her request in first <3 <3 I hope you enjoy it bb, I tried to fit as much as your fav tropes in as I possibly could. Thank you for always supporting me and letting me share my ideas with you <3 <3

I Feel it Coming

Words: 5352

Rating: Explicit

Tags: smut and fluff, shizaya, established relationship, self-care day, possessive Shizuo, light dom/sub (please check AO3 for a comprehensive list of tags)

AO3

When Shizuo gets home Izaya is nowhere to be seen.

It’s been a long day of chasing down debts and deadbeats. Shizuo sighs as he toes off his shoes at the entrance and loosens the clip on bowtie. Making a trail up the stairs and to his bedroom, Shizuo pulls off his vest off along the way. He takes care to hang it gingerly on the hanger behind the door, certain he can get a few more wears out of this one before it needed washing.

He rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows, loosened buttons showing off a white undershirt and the hint of defined pectorals. Most of the lights in the apartment were on, the bedroom lit by low lamplight. Izaya is obviously around, and yet he normally greets Shizuo boisterously; often from his desk because he’s forgotten to stop working.

Shizuo untucks his shirt, slipping out of his pants and letting white fabric slip below his thighs. He’s thinking he needs a shower, or maybe he’ll just fall straight into bed, but he follows the sound of running water to the en suite.

Izaya really has a ridiculous apartment. His bathroom is off his bedroom, and if you pass through it you’ll find yourself in a large walk-in wardrobe. For someone who only wears the same ugly coat everyday Izaya sure has a lot of clothes. Shizuo’s not complaining, when Izaya wears that cream oversized turtleneck it does things to him.

Shizuo follows the rush of water to the bathroom. Steam clouds the air, mixed with a pleasant floral smell. It’s dark in here, the only light an illumination of candles on the basin and other various other spots. Water is filling the bath, a mix of bubbles and rose petals on the surface. Heated tiles warm Shizuo’s feet and he can’t help but feel the tension of the day lifting slightly at the relaxing atmosphere.

Until he almost has a heart attack.

Standing in the entrance to the wardrobe is a man with a white mask over his face.

Shizuo stumbles back, heart racing a million miles an hour as the figure emerges from the dark.

“What the fuck!?”

Shizuo clutches his hand in his shirt as he tries to force his rabbiting heart to calm down.

“You look like a fucking serial killer!”

He’s still trying to calm down from the shock as the masked man attempts a grin.

“Welcome home to you too, Shizu-chan.”

Izaya’s dressed in a maroon bathrobe and on his face is one of those stupid beauty masks he loves so much. Though, the serial killer look is slightly dampened by the fluffy white headband with cat ears Izaya wears to keep his hair back.

Izaya slinks up to him, arms going to wrap around his neck and Shizuo’s hands automatically go to his waist. It’s almost like a pavlovian response at this point.

“I’m not kissing you when you look like this,” Shizuo grumbles out to which Izaya replies with only a chuckle.

It’s disconcerting. The mask has holes for his mouth and eyes, and a slit for his nostrils, but other than that he looks completely macabre.

Shizuo ignores his own words when he allows Izaya to place a small peck on his lips.

“What’s all this?” Shizuo asks, rubbing circles into Izaya’s hips absentmindedly.

“Mm?” Izaya makes his usual noncommittal noise. “I thought Shizu-chan would like some pampering after a long day at work.”

Honestly, that sounds absolutely wonderful to Shizuo right about now. He eyes the bath off, noticing two glasses of lemon and mint infused water on the hob next to it. No doubt one of Izaya’s own ‘self-care’ creations.

Izaya doesn’t do anything without an ulterior motive and a sprinkling of manipulation, Shizuo thinks with his eyes narrowing back to his currently psychotic looking boyfriend.

“What’s the catch?”

“My, my … can’t I just be doing something nice for my boyfriend?”

“No,” Shizuo deadpans back to Izaya’s fake as shit voice.

He attempts to pout, but he can’t move his face muscles well without messing up the mask.

“Boo Shizu-chan, you’re no fun.”

“And you’re a pest,” Shizuo says as Izaya hangs off him like some sort of dramatic leach.

Izaya leans his head back, giving an over top groan as if Shizuo’s inability to react in the way he wants is his greatest annoyance.

“Come on,” Shizuo leans closer, mouth almost touching skin as he whispers low into his ear. “The sooner you tell me what you want the sooner you’ll get it, flea.”

Shizuo can feel the way the body in his arms tenses up momentarily, almost like a shiver going through him from the low tenor of Shizuo’s voice. Really, Izaya was pretty easy to handle once he learnt a few tricks.

One being that he was an incredibly horny fleabag.

Izaya is sliding his hands down Shizuo’s back, sweeping over the curve of his ass as he finds the hem of Shizuo’s shirt. He runs his fingers along the seam before sneaking under white fabric to press at his upper thigh.

“Hmm,” Shizuo pulls back to find copper eyes among a sea of white. Izaya’s hands on his skin are slightly distracting and just a little bit ticklish. “I want Shizuo to do a face-mask with me.”

“And?” Shizuo presses, digging the points of his thumbs into Izaya’s hips lightly.

“And have a bubble bath.”

Shizuo just pulls Izaya closer, pressing a swift kiss the crown of his head. “Alright louse, I guess that doesn’t sound so bad.”

Shizuo has a quick rinse off in the shower, afterwards changing into the navy bathrobe Izaya had brought to match his. It feels good to wash away the remnants of a long day, water beating down on his shoulders almost like a massage. Izaya’s shower had out of this world water pressure, honestly Shizuo was in love.

One face-mask later and the bath has finished filling. Steam is coming off the water, and Shizuo knows it’s still way too hot for either of them to get in. Though Izaya will probably try to early like always. He really was like some cold-blooded reptile, always trying to soak up as much heat as possible … usually from Shizuo himself.

Shizuo lets Izaya put his mask on. It was the best choice, considering the wet paper like cloth needed delicate handling and Shizuo would no doubt rip it immediately with his ‘monster’s paws’, as Izaya had said. He made sure to smack at Izaya with his monster paws for that comment.

The mask isn’t horrible. It’s wet and his vision is kind of obscured, and he doesn’t think it fits properly cause one side keeps curling down at his temple. Izaya had given him his own kitty ear headband to hold his fringe back, and the louse pesters him to take a few selfies together. Shizuo can’t help but snort at how ridiculous they look, kind of like a mannequin had a baby with a hockey mask.

They sit on the edge of the bathtub next to each other, sipping their drinks the best they can with the masks in the way. Shizuo eventually gets fed up and rips the sliver of paper between his nostrils and upper lip and Izaya almost chokes on his stupid lemon water laughing.

It’s cute.

It’s nice to just sit and talk, to take stock of each other’s day and catch up. Izaya plays footsies with him the entire time, and at one point Shizuo almost falls backwards into the bath trying to capture the louse’s calf between his feet.

Izaya’s hand is also rubbing once again against his thigh, sliding up under the material of his bathrobe. He massages his fingers into the muscles, pressing with precision into the knots hard enough to make Shizuo groan.

Izaya has a thing for his thighs. Shizuo doesn’t know why, but something about them makes the little pest go feral. They are thick and muscular, almost double the width of Izaya’s own legs and even if Shizuo didn’t see the appeal himself he’s happy to let Izaya have his fun.

Watching Izaya fuck himself against only his bare thigh really was a sight to behold.

After about ten minutes the face masks come off. Shizuo never could keep them on as long as Izaya; after a while it started to get too annoying and almost itchy. Still, Shizuo would be lying if he said it didn’t feel completely satisfying pealing the paper away from his skin.

He scrunches the mask into a ball, using it to rub the excess moisture of his face. Izaya folds his own mask much more neatly, leaning towards the mirror to inspect his skin as he wipes away any remaining excess.

Like every inch of that skin wasn’t flawless to begin with.

Shizuo rubs at his cheek, taking in how soft the mask has left his skin. He wasn’t that into self-care like Izaya was, but even he couldn’t deny these masks were magical.

Better was Izaya skin, which normally soft to the touch, became like silk under Shizuo’s fingertips. He can’t stop himself from reaching out, from cupping the flea’s cheek and rubbing his thumb against ivory skin.

It’s nice to finally see his unobscured face.

“Hey,” Shizuo’s turning that his to meet lips like satin in a soft kiss.

Izaya lets Shizuo set the pace to something slow and unhurried. He parts his mouth, tongue licking at the seam of Izaya’s lips before the other is turning to let him deepen the kiss further.

Shizuo licks into that wicked mouth with a careful consideration, letting Izaya’s taste flood over his tongue. There’s a hand twisting into the back of his hair and another once more kneading the flesh of his thigh.

Shizuo breaks the kiss slowly, dazzlingly eyes of whiskey alight with muted heat blinking softly back up at him.

“I’m home, Izaya.”

Izaya grins at the domestic phrase, rubs his nose against Shizuo’s and the little kiss is so cute that Shizuo can feel the tips of his ears go red.

“Welcome home, Shizu-chan.”

Izaya breath is like a whisper over his lips and Shizuo can’t help but mirror his smirk with a grin of his own.

Shizuo slips into the bath by himself, letting out a groan as the heat immediately relaxes the muscles in his back. It’s still way too hot. So hot that he can’t help but shiver, heat skittering almost painfully over sensitive nerve endings. And yet it feels like heaven, all of the tension flooding out of his body after a long day. He closes his eyes, letting his head lie back on the hob as he just soaks in the moment.

The patter of feet signal Izaya’s return. Shizuo opens one eye to see him standing before him with those same kitty ears and nothing else.

Izaya’s body is stunning. He’s lean and long limbed, but there’s a subtle grace to the way he holds himself. Shizuo always thinks of him as some kind of jungle panther. Light-footed. Slinking around like a predator. His waist is slim, and yet there is slight definition around his muscles, and his ass-, shit, his ass is a gift from God. Chasing the flea all those years had definitely paid off for him; and Shizuo was happy to enjoy the spoils too.

Izaya places a hand to Shizuo’s bicep as he steadies himself and steps into the water. Shizuo’s arm comes up to the small of his back automatically, ready to catch him at the first sign of a slip, but knowing Izaya it wasn’t necessary.

The flea slips into the space between Shizuo’s parted legs and leans back against his muscled chest. He lets out a little sigh as he submerges himself into the water up to his shoulders, obviously enjoying the heat sinking deep into his body just as Shizuo had. The noise is nice, something breathless and almost non-existent, something Shizuo is so attuned to he thinks he can almost hear it in his head rather than any physical sound.

Izaya’s leans his head back against his shoulder and Shizuo can’t help but wrap his arms around his waist, pulling him tighter against his front.

Izaya body fits perfectly against his, and not for the first time Shizuo is certain that flea was made for him.

The candles flicker with steam, and Shizuo thinks he could fall asleep right here and now.

Fwua!

A loud slapping sound breaks through his peace and Shizuo can feel giggles vibrating through Izaya’s back.

Opening his eyes again, Shizuo is met with the sight of Izaya scooping bubbles into his hands. He smacks them together quickly, the bubbles exploding into the air with his delighted giggles.

It’s too fucking cute.

“What are you, four?”

Izaya answers by twisting his neck to look over at Shizuo, a hand of foam raised and Shizuo’s barely has time to raise an eyebrow before bubbles are being blown into his face.

“Oi,” Shizuo hacks a cough, swallowing a great deal more soap than he ever wanted to. His eye twitches at the cheeky look in Izaya’s eyes and his grouchy tone really doesn’t match his own fond smile.

“Do you want me to drown you in this tub?”

Izaya pouts, “Shizu-chan don’t be mean.”

The pout cracks as his lips twitch up at the corners. Water splashes, the flea suddenly turning around fully and scooping up more bubbles.

“Shizu-chan let’s make you a bubble beard.”

“Haaah?”

“Haaah?” Izaya mocks, “come on old man.”

“I’m younger than you,” Shizuo quips back, trying to grab skinny wrists that keep trying to slap foam to his chin.

Wasn’t this supposed to be relaxing!?

Izaya’s attempts don’t ease up and he giggles as a ball of bubbles land delicately on Shizuo’s nose.

He narrows his eyes at his nose, as if the bubbles have personally offended him, and before Izaya can even get a yelp out Shizuo is shoving his head underwater.

Water goes over the sides of the tub and Izaya’s arms splash comically as Shizuo’s entire palm covers the crown of his head. He only gives it a few seconds before he lets up.

Izaya pops back up, hair sopping and stuck to his forehead as his kitty headband hangs pathetically around his neck. He splutters and coughs, attempting to glare at Shizuo as he rubs at his eyes.

Shizuo only gives a cocky raise of one eyebrow, as if to say ‘you started it’.

“Did you just try to drown me?” Izaya asks, his outrage fake as shit.

“You wanna go back under?” Shizuo threatens, but the tone is ruined by his wide smile.

Izaya grins, one shoulder coming up in a half-hearted shrug. He pulls off the headband around his neck, pouting at the state it’s in before flinging it over the side of the tub to the floor.

A glint flashes in Izaya’s eyes. It’s the only warning Shizuo gets before two hands are pressing down onto his head.

Shizuo plants his feet firmly on the bottom of the tub to stop from sliding, and Izaya’s wicked looked turns disappointed as Shizuo doesn’t budge an inch.

“Oi.”

Izaya’s eyes narrow into a look of determination, and he even gets to his knees as he tries to add even more force to Shizuo’s head.

“Why, won’t, you, die?”

Shizuo answers by letting himself suddenly slip under the water. The sudden loss of purchase has Izaya floundering and Shizuo swears he can hear him yelp through water.

Shizuo almost swallows an obscene amount of bath water from laughing before he pops back up. Izaya has slumped atop of him, arms around his neck as he holds his own head above water as if to keep himself from completely submerging.

Shizuo likes that. The way Izaya will always grab onto him, cling to him, whenever he loses his footing.

“Shizu-chan is so mean. Jail for a thousand years!”

Shizuo just chuckles, pushing Izaya’s fringe away from his forehead as he looks at him. He’s doing the face Shizuo loves, the one where his nose scrunches up oh so cutely. Shizuo loves that face, he wants to hoard it all to himself and never let anyone else see it.

If it got out Izaya was this cute Shizuo’s sure he’d have to beat off interested parties with a sick.

Mine.

Shizuo sits himself up, shaking his head like a dog to get the water out of his hair. Izaya squirms in his arms, but he doesn’t let go. Instead he manhandles the flea back into the same position they started in, with his back pressed to Shizuo’s chest, sitting between his legs.

There, Shizuo thinks triumphantly, Izaya’s wriggling getting less and less by the minute. He squeezes his thighs around the flea’s hips, wrapping his legs over the top of Izaya’s until he’s practically in a joint lock.

He’s really no match for Shizuo’s superior strength when it comes down to it. Still, it didn’t stop Izaya from trying to wrestle him daily.

“Have you calmed down you damn water rat?”

“Hmm,” Izaya hums as if he has no idea what Shizuo’s talking about. “Shouldn’t I be a water flea? Shizu-chan don’t you know it’s bad to mix metaphors?”

Shizuo just snorts at such a bratty response.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Izaya relents and relaxes back into his body and Shizuo can’t help but rub his nose against the back of his neck.

“You’re ridiculous,” Shizuo snorts into his skin, and he doesn’t need to see to know that Izaya is smirking.

He lets his lips and hands do the rest of the talking. Soft kisses trailing from Izaya’s neck to his shoulder and back again. He rubs his hands at the flea’s sides, making a path up and down slowly as he maps out every inch of creamy skin.

Izaya makes that soundless noise again, lips parted slightly as closes his eyes, focusing on sensation of Shizuo’s hands and lips on him. Shizuo’s touch is light, almost ticklish as he brushes fingertips across Izaya’s ribs, the water turning his path slick and easy.

Shizuo kisses are barely a press of lips to skin, so soft that it’s only the feel of his breath blowing out that makes Izaya’s skin erupt into goosebumps. Shizuo watches fascinated as that alabaster skin reacts before his very eyes.

Izaya’s got the faintest of freckles splayed across his shoulders, almost impossible to see unless this close. Shizuo loves to pick out each individual mark, a constellation of stars for his mouth to trace and follow. To worship and pay tribute to.

Shizuo rubs his hands from Izaya’s sides down to his hips, thighs, and back up again to his waist. Every time he trails down he moves a little bit further. Inch by torturous inch he teases skin until Izaya starts to squirm a little.

Heh.

Shizuo’s grin is wicked as he presses it under Izaya’s ear. His lips move up to brush against his pulse point and Izaya lifts his chin to allow Shizuo greater access.

Shizuo’s chuckle spills over skin for real and shivers are erupting once more over Izaya’s skin.

“Mmm?” Shizuo whispers a questioning noise, hands dipping past the heated flesh at Izaya’s inner thigh. “You like that flea?”

Izaya does a little jerk of his head, eyes closed and it really is too cute.

“Does it feel good?”

Shizuo breath is hot at his ear before he gives a playful nip to the flesh. He can feel the way Izaya’s breath hitches, the motion going through his back and making Shizuo’s own chest thrum with something primal and satisfied.

Shizuo’s rubbing his foot against Izaya’s calf muscle, feeling the way he squirms at the touch.

“What’s wrong?” Shizuo cheeks actually hurt from how wide he’s smiling. “Do you not like it?”

Izaya’s head shakes, the action almost frantic, and Shizuo rewards him by sliding the flat of his tongue over the muscle where his neck and shoulder meet.

His skin tastes clean and fresh, and Shizuo feels his mouth salivating with the desire to bite into that milky flesh. To see it bruised dark with his claim. He holds off though, content with just feeling Izaya beneath his hands, feeling the way his breathing goes a little faster at every dip closer to that heat between his legs.

“Does it feel good when I touch here?” Shizuo brushes his fingertips over Izaya’s ribs, taking in every little shudder as he whispers into his lover’s ear. “What about when I touch here?”

Shizuo’s hands trail inwards, and Izaya’s lips are parting in a gasp as his knuckles brush against the side of his cock.

“Ah, is there someone you want me to touch you flea?”

Shizuo rubs his fingers between Izaya’s thighs just above his knees, so close and yet so far, if the little whimper that escapes his lips is any indication.

Shizuo feels like an addict. There is just something about having Izaya in his arms, squirming and desperate for his touch and just … taking his time with him.

Dragging it out nice and slow.

Shizuo continues licking and sucking at the flea’s neck. Izaya has his hand trapped between his legs in a vice grip, and yet Shizuo still continues his slow, sweet touches.

He lets his touches turn rougher, digs bruises into pale skin as he sucks harshly on that spot beneath Izaya’s ear; the spot that makes him moan open-mouthed.

“Shizuo.”

His name is like a prayer on Izaya’s lips. Breathless and needy. Shizuo doesn’t know whether he’s begging for him to stop or begging for him to keep going, either way the sound sinks deep into his gut.

“Shizuo please.”

Shizuo’s grin goes impossibly wide, mouth gaping like a predator’s with its prey in its grasp. His lips find Izaya’s earlobe. He pulls the flesh into his mouth and sucks harshly.

It’s a dizzying juxtaposition. Wrenching his hand from Izaya’s thigh-crush, Shizuo grazes the tips of fingers over the head of his cock, the softest, slowest touch all night and it makes Izaya jolt.

“Fuck.”

Shizuo sucks hard at the flea’s neck, finger tips trailing down his shaft and to his navel. He rubs at the soft flesh there, relishing in the annoyed whine that Izaya makes as he moves away from his reddened cock.

“Shizuo,” he can hear the pout in Izaya’s voice.

“Look at you,” Shizuo releases Izaya’s ear with a wet sound, “I haven’t even played with your tits yet and this worked up.”

That whine becomes louder, more painful if possible, as if Izaya’s gritting his teeth together.

“Shizuo you better fucking touch me or I’m going to destroy all your stupid bartender outfits.”

It’s astounding. Izaya’s gripping his wrist so tightly Shizuo’s sure there will be indents of his nails left behind. How is it possible for him to still sound like such a vicious little thing when he’s desperately trying to put Shizuo’s unbudging hand to his leaking cock?

“Oi,” Shizuo growls low and Izaya’s body shivers fully at the sound. “Do you want me to drown you again?”

“Heh,” Izaya lips are quirking up, eyes hooded as he speaks out like silk and satin, “if you drown me there won’t be anyone around to suck your cock.”

Shizuo should’ve expected this. Expected Izaya would try to play dirty.

He was the definition of little brat that needed to be put in their place. Still, the words make his own dick jump, and he can’t help but press his erection harder into the swell of Izaya’s ass in warning.

“Oh?” Shizuo lets his tenor lilt upwards, “you wanna suck my cock that bad flea?”

Izaya snorts, and Shizuo can’t help but rub his nose against his neck in an overly affectionate gesture.

“Hey Shizu-chan,” Izaya’s turning his face, lips meeting lips in a sweet brush as he releases his death grip on Shizuo’s wrist.

Shizuo stares into dark, deep eyes; lets himself drown as Izaya presses his forehead to his.

“Yeah flea?”

Izaya eyes close, his mouth turning soft as he gives one of those rare smiles reserved just for Shizuo.

Shizuo’s eyes slip close, Izaya in his arms and his breath spilling across his face in a steady rhythm. It’s like an abstract concept become physical, a peace that Shizuo can literally hold within his hands.

Izaya dips his head to Shizuo’s neck, lips against skin as he whispers.

“I want you to tell me how badly I want to suck your cock … while you touch me.”

Shizuo’s eyes blow wide. His smile is going predator-like before he can even realise it.

Izaya was absolutely perfect.

Shizuo pulls Izaya’s body back with his, getting comfortable as Izaya settles himself in against his hold, nuzzling into his neck. Shizuo can’t help but shower his back in soft kisses.

“You want me to talk you through it baby?” Shizuo asks, letting his voice go softer. He’s cock is aching as Izaya shivers at the pet name. He forces it to the back of his mind, focus zeroing in on the body in his arms. “You look so good right now.”

Izaya just sighs and Shizuo rewards him with a kiss to his lips. It’s chaste and sweet, with the promise of something hotter simmering just beneath the surface.

He lets his hands slide through the water and up that irresistible body once more. This time when snakes his hand downwards he palms at Izaya’s cock lightly.

“Aah,” Izaya’s lets out this little moan, relief and pleasure all in one. As if not being touched had been painful, had been torture.

“That feel good? Being touched here?” Shizuo whispers a sonnet against Izaya’s neck. His eyes are wide open, mesmerized as he palms his hand with more force against the flea’s cock.

His hot in his palm, positively boiling compared to the cooling temperate of the water surrounding them. Shizuo enjoys the feel of him in his hands. Hot and heavy. Izaya has a nice cock, it’s long, not as thick as Shizuo’s but it curves nicely and his mouth waters at the sight of it.

“You’ve got such a pretty cock … for such an ugly flea.”

Izaya actually chuckles at the underhanded compliment and Shizuo feels himself flush at the sound.

Izaya was anything but ugly.

Shizuo’s certain even the most wicked of devils would repent at the beauty of his flea.

Mine, mine, mine.

Shizuo lets his touch stay slow and steady, matching his earlier exploration of Izaya’s body. He closes his fist around the shaft experimentally, the water making his slow pull even rougher.

Izaya’s head is thrown fully back onto his shoulder now. Eyes closed as he pants open-mouthed. His hips are doing these cute little jerk, moving in time with Shizuo’s hand, and every brush of his ass against Shizuo’s cock makes him want to groan out loud.

“Look at you, I bet you’re imagining it aren’t you?” Shizuo fists the head of Izaya’s cock with the barest of pressure and the other is whimpering. “My cock in your mouth … the taste of me on your tongue.”

“Ah-ah.”

Shizuo’s pace is increasing, fist going tighter as his words climb higher.

“You look so good with your mouth stuffed with my cock, baby,” Shizuo’s whispers are turning harsh in his ears. “God you feel so good around me. So wet.”

Shizuo’s eyes are closing and he can feel it. That warm wet heat enveloping him, almost overwhelming in its sensation.

“You want it so badly don’t you? Tell me how badly you want my cock.”

“Y-yes!” Izaya’s voice comes out high pitched and desperate. “I-, I want your cock … I-I need it.”

Shizuo rubs his hard dick against the crack of Izaya’s ass, in time with the flea’s desperate thrust. His lips are wet and wide against Izaya’s neck, kisses turning careless as he sucks and bites with abandon. Izaya’s body is going taunt in his arms, toes curling against the tub, abdominals clenching so tight it almost looks painful. His body is on the edge of trembling, pulled so tight Shizuo can feel that tension almost about to snap.

“Fuck baby,” Shizuo lets his voice go rough, lets it go needy.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Shizuo gives a feral growl, Izaya’s squirming and splashing in his arms as he sets a relentless pace against his cock. Shizuo twists his fist as he pulls up, water sloshing over the sides at his frantic pace. He fists the head tightly, twisting in a way that makes Izaya keen out like he’s been kicked in the gut.

“N-need you, fuck I need you baby.”

“Ah-, ah-, Shizuo!”

Shizuo’s desperation sends Izaya over the edge. The body in his arms tenses, like an electric current is running through it and then he’s shaking apart, moaning long and loud as Shizuo strokes him through his orgasm, never letting up as his cock spurts white into water.

He keeps stroking him. Izaya’s breathing is ragged as he collapses boneless atop Shizuo.

Eventually he slows his motions, letting his hand come to a steady stop as he feels all the little aftershocks shivering through the body in his arms. Izaya’s eyes are closed and Shizuo thinks he might have fucked him stupid.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Oi,” Shizuo presses a kiss to Izaya’s temple. “Don’t fall asleep flea.”

Shizuo can’t keep the smile out his voice. He has literal perfection in his arms, had that same perfection coming and calling out his name. His heart feels fit to burst…

His cock definitely is.

“Mm, Shizu-chan is such a sadist,” Izaya finally mumbles a response. He sounds dazed, like he’s intoxicated and on the verge of blacking out.

“Guess it’s a good thing you’re such a masochist then, huh?” Shizuo says between kisses to the smattering of stars over Izaya’s shoulder.

“Hmm,” Izaya’s eyes are cracking open, staring unseeing at the ceiling as he brushes a hand through the water absentmindedly. “The bath is dirty now.”

Shizuo snorts, “and who made it dirty, louse?”

“Shizu-chan should take responsibility, after all, it’s all his fault,” Izaya quips back, turning to press a smirk into Shizuo’s neck.

“Youbetter take responsibility,” Shizuo grumbles, pressing his still raging erection against Izaya’s backside in case he’d somehow forgotten about it.

Unlikely.

“But I’m tired,” Izaya whines pathetically, and Shizuo half kind of wants to drown him again. “Shizu-chan’s torture was relentless!”

Shizuo chuckles at that, the deep sound vibrating through his chest and into Izaya’s back.

“Surprised you just didn’t slip it in mid torture,” Izaya lilts with his usually vulgarity and yeah Shizuo should definitely drown him.

“Too tired,” Shizuo deadpans, “you do some work flea.”

“Heh, be careful what you wish for Shizu-chan.”

They end up in bed, barely dry as Izaya’s swallows down Shizuo’s cock like a man starving. Shizuo’s exhausted, splayed out on the bed as he hovers blissfully between the edge of sleep and the pleasure of Izaya’s hot mouth wrapped around him.

It doesn’t take long for him to come. Not long until he’s body is shaking apart and he’s calling Izaya’s name. He trembles as Izaya sucks him dry of every, last, drop.

Shizuo feels hazy, his skin hypersensitive from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He’s drifting off to sleep, Izaya snuggling in beside him and pulling the blanket up.

“Shizu-chan has tomorrow off, right?” Izaya asks innocently, and Shizuo thinks he brushes his hand through the flea’s hair but he’s not quite sure in his half-awake daze.

“Yeah.”

“Will Shizu-chan make me breakfast?”

Shizuo’s eyes are slipping closed again, the sight of Izaya tucked under his arm and snuggling into his neck the last thing he sees.

“Yeah flea,” he’s mumbling in his sleep, “do … anything…”

#shizaya #orihara izaya #heiwajima shizuo #writing request #fanfic request #oneshot #drrr #durarara #orihara izaya x heiwajima shizuo #please read tags carefully #fluff #self-care day #this was so fun too write

[julieandthefandoms]

Best Day Of Our Lives

A Jemma wedding fic featuring a Kitty reunion, married with children Kierartina, and Haline being cute together. It can also be found here on AO3 :) 

Also, a thank you to Kaitlin, @ineedadrinkorsleep, for allowing me to use her list of Kierartina baby names, you’re amazing!

Tagging @katie33333 @tessagraycarstairs @zafirafox4636 @fairchild-squad @lily-chen-deserves-better @ineedadrinkorsleep @older-brother-kit because I have a tag list now!

Julian straightened the collar of the suit. It was bright in shade, a thing of fire and gold. It was the kind of fire so bright it almost seemed to hold no color at all, leaving the shimmering runes custom to shadowhunter weddings to almost compete with the brightness of it. It was blinding, and Julian could admire the craftsmanship of the suit, tailored to near perfection. Julian could care less about the flashiness of the suit though. It wouldn’t matter whether he were wearing jeans, or even were covered in paint splatters. What mattered was that he was getting married to his best friend, Emma Carstairs.

For the longest time, he was sure he wouldn’t have this opportunity. He had thought he had sealed his fate on that day in Idris. The day after the Dark War, when he had asked the person he loved to be his parabatai. He was prepared to live a life of unrequited love, but by some stroke of luck, he was getting married to her. The bond had been broken, and they could be together. He could be happy.

A pang went through him as he thought back to those days, back when Livvy was still with them. She would've been wild with excitement to be there, to have planned it to perfection. Julian was almost surprised that the pain hadn’t dwindled over time, but there was still an ache as he thought of her. The feeling of loss never truly fades. He had enough space in his heart to love Emma, while still hurting from the loss of his sister.

Julian tugged at the bottom of the jacket once more.

“You look lovely, Jules.” He turned to spot his sister, Helen Penhallow Blackthorn, his suggenes, leaning against the doorframe, a bright smile on her face. She herself was dressed in a flowing gown barely brushing against the top of the floor. “We should probably get going though, you wouldn’t want to be late to your own wedding.”

~^*^~

Kit Herondale should have known better. It was bound to happen really, he was definitely pushing his luck after about the second or third wedding he’d been to, but he hadn’t expected it to be so sudden. It had all started earlier that year, when virtually every friend of Jem and Tessa’s had collectively decided to destroy Kit’s life, a simple one of sneaking Mina extra cookies and avoiding his problems, by forcing him to face all his problems at their weddings. And currently, he was faced with the person he was avoiding most.

Kit had somehow managed to skate by during most of the weddings though. Simon and Isabelle’s was first, Kit having managed to stay as close to the crowd as possible, and silently slipping away after the main portion of the ceremony to reduce his chances of getting involved in a rather awkward discussion. Only a few months had passed before Clary and Jace got married as well, Kit glimpsing a head of dark hair before bolting as soon as he could, claiming that he had to take care of Mina. In fact, what was doing was hiding in the library, pouring his heart out to his little sister.

“You’d think after 3 years my heart would stop beating so rapidly that I became concerned about my own health, but no,” Kit glanced at Mina, who was currently laughing at him, eyes half shut from joy.

She let out another giggle.

“How dare you find joy in my pain?” he said, dramatically laying a hand on his head and leaning back against the bookshelf, though the smile illuminating his face revealed his true intentions. “How can I go on now, betrayed by my own sister?”

Kit smiled at the thought.

Kieran, Mark, and Cristina’s wedding had been somewhat more challenging, him having been caught behind a huge oak tree by none other than Livvy Blackthorn, but he had somehow managed to convince her to tell no one, i.e. her twin brother, a.k.a. the person Kit was trying so desperately to avoid.

“Please, Livvy, don’t tell him I’m here,” Kit was pleading now, already on his knees, gazing up at the ghost above him.

Livvy rolled her eyes. “Fine, but only because I want you to do this on your terms. Remember though, my ship must be canon!”

“Your what?!-”

And that finally brought them up to this wedding, Emma and Julian’s to be more specific. Having been related to, however distant that relation may be, the bride had seemingly got the Herondale/Gray/Carstairs family (or as Kit liked to call it, the Herongraystairs family) a one way ticket to the wedding, and consequently, Kit facing the person he was dreading to meet again.

It had been going relatively well, he’d thought, the ceremony about to begin, and Kit quietly tucked into a corner. That was until Mina dragged him towards the table piled high with drinks, having spotted Max Lightwood-Bane, Rafael Lightwood-Bane, Tavvy Blackthorn, Gianna Blackthorn-Rosales, and Nico Blackthorn-Rosales (Cristina, Mark, and Kieran had Gianna and Nico a year before being married, and Mina instantly fell for them, claiming that they were her “best fwends”) playing near there, and Kit had thought maybe a drink or two wouldn’t hurt. He was severely wrong of course as Kit had failed to notice one head of dark hair standing not far from that very table.

Kit blamed Mina’s doe eyes, and his ability to fall for them instantly.

After his first drink, a voice had made Kit turn, causing him to end up where he was currently, nearly on the floor.

“Hello. I’d like to talk to you.”

~*^*~

Julian was bubbling with joy, a smile brightening his face as he was led to a platform, Helen by his side. He stopped at the top of the steps, turning to give Helen an appreciative nod and a smile. Julian took a sharp inhale as Emma walked around the corner, Cristina lending her off to the stage. All thoughts left him. She was breathtaking, wrapped in a gold silk gown that hugged her waist before flaring down to the ground. A sheer overlay on the silk skirt caught the brightness of the witchlight, complimenting the gold in her hair.

But it wasn’t only gold, was it? It was a beautiful mix of cadmium yellows, naples yellows, golds, yellow ochres.

She was beautiful, and Julian couldn’t help but think that he was the luckiest person in the world. As Emma reached the platform, she leaned in, a grin plastered on her face.

“I know, I look stunning.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder in a playful manner.

Julian shot back a nod. “It is your wedding, I’d expect no less.”

And with that, the ceremony began, Brother Enoch reciting a few words, before steles appeared in their hand. It passed by in a blur, and before Julian knew it, they were kissing. Time seemed to still, Julian thought he heard a crash somewhere in the crowd, a flash of blond hair blurring by the table, but he paid no attention to it. The room melted away, it was as though they, Emma and Julian, were the only two people in the room. It was perfect.

~*^*~

“HOLY-” Kit choked on his drink. He had forgotten how graceful shadowhunters were, how easily they could move without alerting anyone surrounding them. Unfortunately, that shadowhunter grace had apparently skipped a generation because Kit found himself clutching at the table for support, having nearly fallen from shock.

“Are you alright?” It was none other than Tiberius Nero Blackthorn, his arm outstretched. He was looking at him, and at that moment, all rational thought left him. He said something roughly equivalent to an audible keysmash before clearing his throat.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” Kit brushed himself off, standing up as though nothing had happened. If you pretend to be confident, it won’t be long until you begin to feel confident as well. For the first time since the wedding fiasco began, he actually looked at Ty. He was taller now, Kit was surprised to see, though he supposed he shouldn’t have. Three years did a lot to change someone, he supposed, but those eyes were the same. A beautiful yet deadly storm churning above a sea. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

Kit leaned against the table once more, this time a bit more suave and cool, and less panicky than the first.

“Why are you avoiding me?” It was a simple question, clear as day. Kit choked up a bit. “And why did you leave?”

All of a sudden, he was fifteen again, doing anything he could for Ty, the beautiful shadowhunter that had held a knife to his throat. The nephilim he would have done anything for. Years of suppressing his emotions didn’t prepare Kit for this moment, he doubted anything could have. Ty looked calm enough, but his hands were frantically twisting and unknotting a ball of pipe cleaners. He was nervous, Kit knew it, and so Kit blurted it out. He never could have told Ty a lie, even if he wanted to. Even after three years.

“Because I was hurt, and I was running away from what had happened,” Kit took a deep breath, as Ty nodded, understanding it. Kit, suspecting he was going to turn away, proceeded to continue talking, hoping to get a laugh, a smile, anything out of Ty. “Tessa thinks it was the Herondale dramatics though.”

Kit didn’t add the second part of what she said, “Running away from the person you love ‘for their own good’ is alarmingly common among Herondales,” but Ty let out a laugh, bright and brilliant, so it was a win in Kit’s book.

It was an amazing laugh, low and lovely, beautiful to hear.

“Tessa knows Herondales well.”

“She does.”

The silence stretched on for a moment, though it was a comfortable one. A silence in which both parties simply enjoyed the presence of the other.

The soft piano finally registered in Kit’s mind. A crazy idea formed in his head, one his fifteen year old self would banish to the darkest corners of his brain.

“May I have this dance?”

Turned out he wasn’t the only one to have that idea, Kit thought as he accepted Ty’s hand. An impish grin spread across Kit’s face.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

~*^*~

Soft music began playing from the piano in the corner, Jace Herondale shooting a wink at Helen as she rolled her eyes at his antics. A smile rested upon her face, as Helen looked at her brother and Emma, both beaming joy, foreheads together as they swayed to the music. It was so genuine, and beautiful, she couldn’t stop grinning even if she wanted to. She’d already missed so much of her family’s life, exiled on Wrangel Island, that she was glad to be here, sharing this moment with them.

And how lovely it was, gold decorations pinned to the walls, tables lined with dishes and drinks. Kieran, Mark, and Cristina were on the sides, cooing at their third child, Emelia, an adorable baby girl born only a few months ago. Helen spotted Ty dancing with Kit by the drink table, both blissfully unaware of the children bouncing about close to them. Dru was at the center of the ballroom with Jaime Rosales, gown flaring as she was spun.

Aline leaned into her, resting her head upon Helen’s shoulder. She was stunning, in a wine red gown with glittering gold accents, dark hair brushing against her back. Helen couldn’t stop but think about how lucky she was, to have someone so beautiful, so wonderful.

“Young love, it’s beautiful isn’t it?”

Her wife was most certainly correct, and Helen agreed wholeheartedly.

“It really is.”

#tsc #the dark artifices #the wicked powers #tda fanfic #fanfic #twp fanfic #julian blackthorn #helen blackthorn #livvy blackthorn #emma carstairs #cristina mendoza rosales #kieran kingson #mark blackthorn #kierartina babies #aline penhallow #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #kierarktina #jemma #julian x emma #kitty #kit x ty #haline #helen x aline #og post

[xfangheartx]

Alone Time

This one goes out to the one and only @keichanz​, whose birthday was yesterday but I didn’t have time to finish her present. ALL HAIL THE SMUT QUEEN!! XD

Also tagging: @clearwillow​ @shinidamachu​ @hnnwnchstr​ @cstormsinukagblog​ @inusgirl​ @lavendertwilight89​ @inugirl​

And away we go~!

 When Inuyasha and Kagome got married more than 14 years ago, they didn't expect their lives to turn out so hectic, and yet, here they were. They started out with just one kid; a beautiful boy with silverish-gray hair, dog ears, and golden yellow eyes, just like his old man. No problem there, right? Just one kid.

 But later, as Ichiro turned 6, their only child was an only child no longer, for Kagome gave birth to little Yamako in the middle of summer. The following year on Ichiro's 7th birthday, Inuyasha gifted his eldest son with Riki the Akita Inu puppy, and then later that winter, Sanka came into the world.

 3 kids and a dog. Alone time for the parents? A bit limited but still had every now and then.

 Then, 3 years later, Izayoi and Usagi were born on a chilly autumn night at Kagome's mother's house because they didn't have time to go to the hospital.

 But at that point...their alone time was nearly non-existent, especially when they were hurrying to get their kids out the door in time for school, rushing to get them to brush their teeth and their hair and to get the dog into the backyard in order for him to do his business...and there were often times where they didn't get the dog out fast enough.

 "RIKI!!" Inuyasha yelled as he stepped in a puddle of urine.

 Afternoons were no better. The kids get home from school, Inuyasha's home from work, and Kagome's been watching the twins and the dog all day. Sounds like a time to relax, right?

 Nary...because Ichiro calls his mother, asking her to help him with his math homework.

 "...Why do they even make geometry a thing?" asked Kagome as she looked at her eldest son's textbook. "Just...just why?!"

 "Don't look at me, I didn't invent it!" Ichiro answered.

 Hell, even at night, when everyone was supposed to be asleep, nothing was sacred.

 "Dad~!" Yamako called out, just as Inuyasha was in the middle of kissing his wife on the neck. "Can I have some water?"

 "Me, too!" Sanka added.

 "Oh, for god's sake!!" Inuyasha groaned while Kagome just sighed and lied back against the headboard, wondering what her romantic life had been reduced to. Not that she didn't love her kids, of course, but they had the worst timing.

 Even early in the morning, they weren't safe.

 "GOOD MORNING!!!" Sanka cheered as she jumped into the bed...landing right on top of her father's tender bits, which elicited a scream that sounded more feminine than masculine.

 "Son of a bitch...!" Inuyasha squeaked with a tear of pain in his eye while Kagome could only sigh.

 With a life as hectic and busy as theirs, they often wondered if they would ever have even one moment to themselves. It wasn't that they didn't love their kids, it's just...they didn't even remember the last time they had a nice bout of love-making. They knew it must have been some time after they had the twins, but they couldn't even remember that, anymore.

 Kagome didn't mind it. She knew the trials and tribulations of motherhood. It was Inuyasha who always seemed to have an issue. He loved his kids, he really did...but there were often times his sex drive was pushed to its limits. Inuyasha was always a temperamental guy, but Kagome knew her husband well enough to know that this was beginning to get to him. The way he would always growl in his throat and tightly clench his fist around a soda can to the point where he'd crumple it like it was paper...that was a sign right there that his patience was wearing very thin.

 At night, she'd often hear him moaning in his sleep, muttering her name as he played with himself under the blankets. It barely gave him the satisfaction he craved, however.

 So, on Wednesday night, she had made the arrangements.

 It was around 8:30 pm when Inuyasha arrived home late from work, exhausted and just wanting to flop down into bed...and probably end up fucking his own hand again. As he took off his hat and headed upstairs, however, he saw Ichiro holding the twins in a double carrier, a Duffel bag on his shoulder, and had Riki on a leash, the Akita panting excitedly as he pulled. As for Yamako and Sanka, they both had their signature backpacks on; The Incredible Hulk for Yamako and Hello Kitty for Sanka, respectively.

 "Hey, where are you kids off to?" asked Inuyasha.

 "Oh, Mom says we're going to Grandma's to spend the night there," Ichiro answered. "She's supposed to be here, soon."

 With that, he headed downstairs with his younger siblings and his dog not far behind.

 '...Isn't a school night, though?' thought Inuyasha before he headed into the master bedroom.

 "Hey, Kagome!" Inuyasha called. "Why are you sending the kids to your Mom's-" The moment he entered...he instantly froze.

 Kagome was sitting on the bed...her eyes hooded and soft as she stared at her husband. She wore a lavender silk negligee, the one that he bought her for their wedding anniversary last year, and had a pair of pink panties with rose-colored laces and a cute little red ribbon on the front. She smiled at him, tracing her finger along the blanket as she looked into his amber orbs.

 "...Fuck...!" Inuyasha cursed under his breath as he instantly felt his nether region coming to life.

 "Are you just gonna sit there, staring at me?" asked Kagome while licking her lips. "Or are you going to join me...big dog?"

 Inuyasha swallowed thickly...and before he knew it, he found himself walking toward his wife while slowly pulling his uniform off, revealing his toned, chiseled pectorals underneath. Kagome smiled as he climbed onto the mattress, prompting her to lean back as he pressed his lips against hers, eliciting a soft moan as she rubbed her hands up against his chest, from which she could feel a deep rumble as he pulled away with a toothy grin.

 "Wench..." he rumbled. "You planned this, didn't you?"

 "Maybe..." Kagome whispered as he kissed her once more, the mattress' springs creaking as he slowly pinned her against the bed and he began to lick on her neck, causing her to moan as she shut her eyes...and he slowly began to pull her already sopping wet panties down.

 He then reached his hand down with two fingers...

XXX

 "Hey, Ichi?" Yamako piped up, all of a sudden.

 "What, Yama?" Ichiro asked as he looked down at his little brother while holding onto his two baby sisters and his eager dog.

 "Don't we usually go to Grandma's house during the weekends?" asked Yamako. "Why are we going tonight? Don't we have school in the morning?"

 Ichiro opened his mouth to speak...but not long after, Sanka's floppy ears perked up as she heard this soft creaking sound that, for some reason, seemed to make her oldest brother's face turn pale and his eyes to go wide in horror.

 "And what's that creaking noise?" Sanka asked.

 "Uhhh..." Ichiro muttered, only to be interrupted by the sound of a car horn honking. "Oh, great! Grandma's here!" He then opened the door and pushed his younger siblings out the window. "Go-go-go-go-go-go-GO!!"

 Once they were out, Ichiro took a quick glance over his shoulder before sighing as he closed and locked the door.

 "I wouldn't be surprised if there was another little runt in the family," he mused as he got into his grandmother's car.

#inuyasha #inukag #inuyasha x kagome #for keiz ^^ #I know it's pretty short but it was the best I could come up with #hope you like it though! #alone time #implied n s f w

[helaintoloki]

A Friend

part five

pairing: Mandalorian (Dyn Jarren) x reader

notes: so I finally am writing again. this is the final part of my mando mini-series. tysm for all the love and support for this story <3

part one | part two | part three | part four

The sun still hides behind the night sky when he wakes. The air is cool and silent, and his wife’s gentle snores beside him fill his ears. It’s not yet morning, but the darkness is slowly beginning to fade away.

A small coo draws his attention towards his bedside, and he finds the two babies looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes. One is two years old and the other is fifty four, but no one could ever tell the difference.

“Shouldn’t you wamp rats be in bed?” Dyn asks, voice teasing yet soft in order not to disturb his wife. It took hours for her to find a comfortable position to fall asleep in, her round belly making it almost impossible to ever lie down correctly. This child seemed bigger than the first.

The two only stare, and the Mandalorian Dyn lets out a small sigh.

“Alright,” he grumbles, kicking the covers away and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He’d never get used to it. His rough, calloused fingers against his bare skin. It had been a few years since he’d last worn the helmet, but it was always hard to let go of the past no matter how hard he tried. A part of him would always be a Mandalorian, and the armor and blaster tucked away in the high shelf of their closet reminded him so.

The sun is just beginning to rise when he settles the two children back in their beds, cups of green and blue milk held tightly in their tiny fists as they dream. He is tired, but he finds no want to return to bed. Instead, he gets dressed and heads out into the fields to work.

They had moved to another small planet that many did not know the name of and settled on the outskirts of its territory, enjoying the solitude of their small farm. They grew crops and the children played in the fields, and on good days they’d enjoy the freshly picked berries and watch the sun set. It was a much tamer lifestyle than what either of them were used to, but they had made a promise to one another to leave everything behind and start over. Together.

Dyn could remember it clearly. She had been feeding the child, and when her eyes landed upon his armor less figure the bowl of porridge fell to the ground and shattered. He didn’t want to do it anymore, couldn’t leave her again without killing himself in the process. There was no life for him or the baby out on the run, and it was clear they needed y/n just as much as she needed them. So he traded in his blaster for baby bottles and she began to care for family, not strangers. And they were happy.

“You’re up early,” she says, taking a small sip of her hot spotchka in a way that reminded him of the kid. She is radiant, round stomach protruding from her silk nightgown and hair mussed from sleep.

“Figured I’d get a head start on today’s chores,” Dyn shrugs.

“Well when you’re finished come back inside for breakfast,” y/n yawns, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and handing off the remaining drink for him to finish.

Dyn returns twenty minutes later to find his sons seated in their high chairs at the table. Max was two and the most energetic kid he’d ever seen. He looked almost exactly like his mother, and when he was paired with the kid he became more trouble than he was worth. But Dyn would lay his life on the line for his children in a heartbeat. It was one of the reasons y/n fell in love with him after all.

The breakfast is eaten, the children fed, and the chores taken care of. There is a soft hum that hovers in the air as the sun sets and the babies are tucked in for the night. He finds his wife in bed sewing new clothes for the child on the way. The original plan was to reuse Max’s hand me downs, but then again they hadn’t expected the next one to be a girl.

“Won’t you come to bed?” Y/N asks softly, never once looking up from her handiwork.

“You should be asleep,” he chides gently, removing his layers of clothing before climbing into bed before her.

“The little one is adamant that she practice her kicking tonight,” she replies with a fond smile. “I won’t be asleep for a while now.”

It’s then that she gazes upon her lover’s face: his tired dark eyes, skin tanned from working out in the sun, strands of hair falling like wisps along his forehead. She feels blessed that only those inside the house are allowed to gaze upon the treasure that was once hidden away behind a faceless mask.

“You’re staring,” Dyn says, and she doesn’t deny his statement.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You haven’t slept more than four hours,” he counters, and she laughs.

“No, I haven’t,” she confirms, setting aside her knitting and moving closer beside Dyn so that he may wrap an arm around her waist and rest a hand against her belly. The child kicks instantly on contact, and he smiles as if he’s been gifted the most precious jewel. He feels that he has.

“I love you,” y/n murmurs, eyes already fluttering shut. She always felt calmer beside Dyn, safer. His warmth soothed her and his presence eased the baby kicking inside, and she could finally feel the hands of sleep creeping upon her slowly.

“I love you,” Dyn repeats and watches as his whole world falls asleep in his arms.

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[rosethornewrites]

Fic: Love Language, ch. 4

Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Kagami Tsurugi, Sabine Cheng/Tom Dupain

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Kagami Tsurugi, Tikki, Tom Dupain, Tomoe Tsurugi, Sabine Cheng, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Kitty Section,  Jagged Stone, Penny Rolling, Clara Nightingale, Alec Cataldi, Nadja Chamack, Fang, XY, Lila Rossi

Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Language of Flowers, Gifts, Traditions, Holidays, Cultural Differences, Kimono, Qipao, Family, Love, Romance, Celebrations, Symbolism, Aged-Up Character(s), Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Christmas Fluff, Identity Reveal, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal, Family Dinners, Airports, feeding each other, sharing ceremony, Anxiety, Engagement, Kissing, It was supposed to be a one-shot, Admiration, Pet Names, Cuddling & Snuggling, yin and yang, Communication, Smut, Food Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Bathing/Washing, Kagami is a boob woman, Nudity, Instagram, Social Media, Sleeping Together, Wedding Planning, Wedding Rings, Lila salt, relationship goals, Alec Cataldi salt

Summary: Kagami prepares for Marinette's return from battling an Akuma in cold weather. She reminisces on early stages of their relationship. Wedding planning.

Notes: As I was writing this chapter, I abruptly realized that this is part of the “Catch a Falling Star” series. Obviously, more fics take place between then and this one, but it’s in the same ‘universe’ as it were. These two are just so much fun. Also, thanks to @gullwhacker for the awesome idea for Penny and Jagged's joint account name.

AO3 link (ch. 3 has smut)

FFN link (ch. 3 has implied sex)

Part 5 (currently) of the Catch a Falling Star series

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Love Language: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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Kagami put together preparations for Marinette’s return, and was glad she’d had the foresight: Marinette’s favorite tea perfectly steeped and kept at the appropriate temperature, macarons she stole down to the kitchen to procure, and she changed the sheets on the bed to a soft fleece, under which she put a heated mattress pad, turned on and ready to go. Under the blankets, warmed by the pad, she had a robe waiting.

For Tikki, she put together a sort of bed—a pillow with a heating pad under the fleece pillowcase, and a second fleece pillowcase as a blanket, warm and waiting.

So when Marinette returned a couple hours later, she was ready, able to wrap her in the warm robe immediately after she detransformed, able to press the hot tea into her shivering hands, able to give Tikki a macaron to recharge, to show her the warm ‘bed.’

Tikki, immediately after consuming the macaron, burrowed under her blanket with a contented sigh. Marinette summarized the fight, which had featured a shapeshifting Akuma. After recharging in the cold, she had informed Chat of her engagement and the need to defeat Hawkmoth before she could have the wedding. Chat had enthusiastically congratulated her, agreeing it was beyond time to defeat Hawkmoth.

The fondness in Marinette’s voice for her partner made Kagami smile; once Chat had grown a little and stopped pursuing her romantically, their relationship had strengthened into an easy friendship. Marinette hadn’t shared too many details on that yet—she was still acclimating to Kagami’s knowledge of her Ladybug identity—but oddly enough it seemed, of all people, Lila Rossi had enabled them to get to that point. It was probably her one decent act in her life, and it had been accidental.

Once the tea was finished, Kagami stripped her of her chilled and slightly damp clothing and bundled her off into bed, reveling in the Tikki-mirroring contented sigh Marinette made at being enveloped in the warmth after being out in the cold. Even transformed, the cold seeped in, and having to recharge hadn’t helped.

Marinette pressed against her under the blankets, and Kagami was glad to feel the remaining cold giving way to a luxurious warmth that eased them both to sleep.

Kagami was happy to wake before her; watching Marinette sleep was almost meditative, especially when she was able to ease Marinette to use her shoulder as a pillow, curling around her soft body. She was content to let her sleep—though many thought Marinette slept too much, the truth was she didn’t, often burning her candle at both ends and never truly recovering energy spent on Akuma battles.

She only left the bed, pulling on a robe, at a soft knock on the door. She found a servant carrying covered breakfast trays, and their rings in separate velvet boxes. The servant placed them on Kagami’s table and departed.

Marinette stirred, presumably at the scent, and Kagami sat next to her on the bed, petting her hair. As loathe as she was to wake her, she knew food was necessary, as the battle had expended much of the energy she had gotten from the meals the previous day. Well, as had their activities prior.

“Hey,” Marinette murmured sleepily.

“Hey yourself,” Kagami replied, getting an amused snort in return. “It’s nearly 10:30. Mother seems to have expected we would sleep late. Breakfast has only just arrived.”

Marinette stretched, one breast peeking briefly out from beneath the blanket as she did, before sitting up. Kagami almost regretted getting her comfortable with nudity.

Almost.

She handed Marinette the silk robe she kept in her room for her, pale pink with embroidered cherry branches thick with blossoms, which also fell lazily under them. It had been the start of the war of symbols that had culminated in last night, and perhaps would continue on through the wedding and even beyond.

She had given it to her the first night she’d spent here as Kagami’s official girlfriend. They’d had sleepovers as friends before, but this occasion had been the first since Marinette had shyly agreed to try dating her, when she was still too self-conscious to bathe with Kagami outside a swimsuit.

When Marinette saw the silk robe Kagami held out to her, she’d hesitated to take it.

“My wet suit will ruin it,” she’d protested.

“I’ll simply buy you another,” Kagami had retorted.

A spark had entered her love’s eyes then, one she recognized now as stubbornness. And without a word and with not a hint of shyness, Marinette had stripped off her bikini, quickly dried the remaining water on the enticing expanse of skin that had been revealed. Only then had she taken the robe.

But not to put it on.

No, she had stood there in all her glory, examining the fabric and stitching, oohing and aahing over the quality.

It had been a delightful torture.

“Do you know what cherry blossoms symbolize in Japan?” Kagami had finally asked.

Marinette hadn’t even glanced up. “In China they symbolize beauty and the power of feminine sexuality.”

Kagami’s breath had caught at that.

A mischievous little smile teased the corners of Marinette’s mouth. “And love, of course.”

This was the girl she loved and fell more deeply in love with every day.

She’d explained the Japanese—or really, Buddhist—idea of the ephemerality of life as represented by the sakura, as well as the way it symbolizes renewal—the coming of spring after a long winter.

And how Marinette had come to represent renewal to her. Then she’d leaned in to kiss her cheek, the corners of their lips just grazing.

Marinette, her face pink, had abruptly realized she stood naked before Kagami at that point. She’d quickly donned the robe and tied it shut.

Now, Marinette took the robe and put it on but left it open, almost an invitation, as she sat at the kotatsu.

Before they considered the trays, Kagami opened the velvet boxes, finding Marinette’s ring in the first she opened. She carefully eased it from the slot and took her hand, sliding it on. The happy flush on Marinette’s face was pure beauty in her eyes. Her brilliant blue eyes were misted as she gazed at the ring on her hand, at their intwined fingers.

Marinette took the other box, easing her hand from Kagami’s, and mirrored her motions, entwining their fingers again when she was done, the rings beside one another on their hands.

It was picture perfect, but neither of them reached for their phones, instead focused on each other, their knees brushing under the warm kotatsu.

“Mari-tō,” Kagami finally murmured, “you need to eat. You need the calories after the battle last night. And I confess to being rather hungry myself.”

Marinette giggled, sounding as young as she had when they’d met, the sound almost self-conscious. “Of course, mon beignet. I’m so hungry I could eat you.”

Heat rose to Kagami’s cheeks at the suggestion. “I certainly would enjoy that… but after you’ve had breakfast, ma mandarine.”

A blush rose to Marinette’s cheeks, and she knew her fiancée was remembering what they had done the night before. If that pet name garnered that reaction, she’d absolutely be using it more often.

One of her favorite things about their relationship was that everything had become a friendly and sometimes erotic competition, from the symbolism war to the development of pet names. Kagami was absolutely never bored with Marinette, and was always intellectually stimulated by her quick wit.

Marinette reluctantly let go of Kagami’s hand to remove the covers from the trays in front of them. Both trays had a Japanese breakfast featuring oyakodon, tamagoyaki cut into thick slices with thin wedges of avocado between each, and a variety of side dishes, as well as fruit and some pastries. Marinette’s tray was absent of natto, which she had tried early on and determined she was not a fan of, but the rest of the dishes were all ones she had tried and the cook knew she enjoyed. The pastries were obviously fresh from Tom and Sabine’s bakery, likely picked up on the way home from the jeweler.

They said nothing more, focusing on eating until all that was left on their trays was the fruit and some of the pastries, which Kagami knew from experience they would snack on the rest of the morning.

Only then did Kagami pull their phones over from the other side of the kotatsu where they were charging, unplugging them. She handed Marinette hers.

“Shall we check what has been said on social media?” she asked with a smile.

Marinette grinned in answer and unlocked her phone, calling up her Instagram. “Hundreds of notifs. You?”

“About a thousand, but it seems many of those are Adrien tagging us on posts that include pictures and video other people took at the airport.”

They leaned closer so they could see each other’s screens as they scrolled through.

adrienagrestebrand: The videos seriously made me tear up. Beautiful! You look so happy.

alya.ladyblogger: I’m with Adrien. Holy cow, you two take romance to a whole new level! #ninoneedsaninstagram says he’s up for DJing if you want.

kittysection.band: Rose actually cried watching. Looking forward to the nuptials!

More of Marinette’s classmates offered congratulations as well, including those in other classes at Collège Françoise Dupont.

jaggedrocks.official: Congrats! I look forward to meeting my niece-in-law! I’m totally writing a song for the reception!

Marinette was sent into a giggle-fit at Jagged’s reply. Kagami stared at her, not certain whether her mother would be pleased with the rock star providing the music at the event.

“Remember, it’s our wedding, not anyone else’s. I’d love him to play a few songs,” Marinette said finally when she saw Kagami’s expression. “But I think just a few. Maybe have Kitty Section play one or two. Maybe let Nino DJ a couple songs, too. But otherwise, we’ll decide what we want music-wise.”

Right under Jagged’s comment was one by rockncrocsitter, which Marinette explained was Penny Rolling’s personal account. We’ll get in touch for deets - in Paris in 2wks. Lovely proposal!

gathersnomoss: Our favorite designer @marinettedesigned has gotten engaged to her lady love! Gonna be a rockin wedding!

That was their joint account, as it turned out. The next one was Clara Nightingale’s personal account, though it was followed immediately by her professional one.

singsweetnightingale: Like Jagged, a song I shall write - I hope to receive a wedding invite!

clara.nightingale: The engagement of a muse, such incredible news!

That made four possible musicians.

“You don’t know any other musicians, I hope,” Kagami said with a soft laugh.

Marinette grinned. “Well, XY, but ew. Plus he’s a plagiarist, not a real musician.”

They were in absolute agreement on that.

Some responses, unfortunately and predictably, were racist and/or homophobic. They reported those comments and blocked the offenders, as engaging with them was a waste of energy. Kagami wouldn’t let mediocre trolls touch the wonderful mood they were in.

They also had replies from reporters. Alec Cataldi’s was particularly obnoxious, largely because he posted requests for an interview every couple hours like the desperate wash-up he was. Regardless, with his penchant for ridiculing his guests, Kagami had no intention of being interviewed by him. Nadja Chamack had privately messaged her congratulations to Marinette, and asked if she and Kagami would be making a public statement; much more professional.

Marinette found one that made her laugh for over a minute; only then was she able to tell Kagami it was the account Jagged had made for Fang.

rockincroc: I’m ring bearer, yeah?

“Mother would be appalled.” Kagami laughed. “Let’s put it on the maybe list.”

Marinette left the kotatsu just long enough to grab a sketchbook from her bag, and they spent a pleasant several hours fleshing out wedding possibilities.

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[pessimisticlatte]

Glass Roses - Chapter 7

This chapter is almost exclusively Marichat with a dash of Nino x Alya/Carapace x Rena Rouge

~Reveal, not full but there’s a reveal~ Warning: angst, kissing, teens being awkward ~ In this story all the characters are at least 17 years of age! Age of consent in France is 15 but there isn’t anything overtly sexual! Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~

“What’s wrong, Kitty?” Marinette’s question was muffled against Chat’s chest. 

“Can’t a guy give his best friend a hug?” Chat looked down at her with a playful smile that showed both his dimples and his slightly elongated canines. The way he said best friend sent a pang through her chest.

“Well, you can but it was just unexpected,” Chat Noir pulled back slightly and looked down at the dark haired girl with her arms currently squished against her sides. Her frame fit into his so perfectly, the top of her head tucked under his chin with no effort and her slight build clicked into his larger one like she had been made for him. Adrien didn’t want to release Marinette but he pulled away, drawing his arms away from her. With her own arms free, Mari leapt forward and threw her arms around his neck, to stop her from falling he wrapped his black clad arms around her waist. She pressed her cheek into his shoulder and inhaled against the high black collar at the neck of his suit, the feeling of her warm breath a hair's-breadth away from his skin sent a ripple of goose-flesh across his body. Lifting her off the ground, Adrien took a slightly shaking step and walked the two of them across to Mari’s daybed.

Twisting so Mari was on top of him as he crashed back onto the daybed. Marinette fell into a fit of adorable giggles as Chat let out a small ‘oof’ from impact. Putting her hands on either side of Chat’s head, Mari raised herself up and looked down at him. Her blue doe eyes shone with mirth and her perfectly shaped lips had formed a radiant smile around the hearty, sincere laugh leaving her body. Her long, thick lashes dusted the tops of her cheeks like soot as she blinked and tipped her head, the smile still on her bowed lips and aftershocks of her laugh still rocking her body.

“What’re you thinkin’ about, purr-incess?” Chat grinned up at her, the world faded away and the only thing that remained was the beautiful girl leaning over him. Her left leg was between his, both of her knees making gentle contact with the surface of the daybed. Her hips were settled over his abdomen with their stomachs pressed together, Adrien could feel the muscles in Marinette’s abdomen, a badge honouring the work she did as Ladybug even if she didn’t want it honoured herself. Her stomach was hard, though still softer than his, and her arms were lean, muscled, he could feel the concealed strength in her thighs too.

“You’re pretty,” Marinette blinked again and gave him a sweet smile. She could feel his heart thundering just like hers was thundering, praying to whatever was out there she hoped that he wouldn’t guess that she was incredibly nervous. This wasn’t what she’d planned to happen tonight but, to be honest, she hadn’t planned anything so hovering above Chat, looking at his beautiful masked faced and splayed golden hair seemed better than sitting in awkward silence. She’d never been in a position like this with a boy before, her cheeks started to heat as she remembered how inexperienced she was when it came to people in general. Her first kiss had been Adrien but she’d thought he was a wax statue and he’d turned her down shortly after so she didn’t really know if it counted.

“You’re pretty,” he breathed, cocking his head as his pupils blew incredibly wide. Balancing on one arm, Mari brushed a strand of his hair off his face, her fingertips lingering against the suntanned skin of his cheek. 

“Am I?” She twisted the lock of hair around one of her fingers, the stainy strands separating like fraying silk. 

“Very much so, princesa,” Chat braced his clawed hands on Marinette’s waist where the cotton singlet she was wearing rode up slightly. As if his suit knew what he was doing, the fabric covering his hands thinned until he could feel the gentle heat of her skin and the concealed strength finely corded beneath it. Looking up into her beautiful gaze, Adrien remembered the 14 year olds they’d been when they met and how much she’d changed in the past 3 years, at 17 she was more beautiful than the models he’d seen who had cultivated their beauty for longer than Adrien and Marinette had walked this earth.

“You’re very pretty too, Chaton,” Mari’s thumb brushed his ear as she lowered her hand back down beside his head. The glowing fairy lights of her balcony caught the glorious midnight strands of her hair as she tipped her head again, they cast shimmering haloes on the loosening hair held in pigtails by two red, cloth hair-ties.

“Why do you think I’m pretty?” He wanted to lean up toward her and press his lips to hers but he couldn’t take his eyes off her face, the proximity she had to him and the airbrushed perfection of her skin caused by the dim lighting around them. Marinette’s skin wasn’t the botoxed plastic or makeup caked skin he normally saw when he was this close to a girl, she was real and looked real. The freckles on her face were more abundant on her left cheek than her right, there was a small scar on the right side of her nose below her eye, she had a beauty mark high on her right cheek too, the fact that she was so imperfect was what made her perfect to him.

“Does the Chat need his ego stroked?” Mari stuck her tongue out at him and gave a cheeky chuckle. “I think you’re pretty because you’re kind,” She tangled her left hand into the long, silken strands of his hair. “Because you’re brave,” Her heart thundered harder. “You’re funny,” His heart synchronised with the rapid pace of Marinette’s. “You listen to me,” She lowered her head slightly, not really registering what she was doing. “You don’t think I’m clumsy, or silly, or annoying, and you make me feel indestructible.”

Without hesitation, Chat moved one of his hands to her hair and pulled the hair-ties out, sliding them onto his wrist one by one. Tangling his hand into her now loose hair, Adrien leaned up and kissed her.

Their lips didn’t move at first, only stayed pressed together but, in a matter of seconds, their eyes slid closed and they fell into an awkward rhythm. Neither Marinette nor Adrien had properly kissed anyone before so it took some time for them to find a steady, comfortable rhythm.

Marinette pulled away, her breathing hitched slightly and her cheeks glowing a stunning scarlet.

“Woah,” Adrien’s pupils had completely eclipsed the green of his iris.

“Woah indeed,” A shy smile crept across Mari’s face, so much more beautiful since he knew that he’d put it there. Adrien’s claw tipped hand was still twined into her hair, the thinness of his gloves allowing him indulge in the inky cascade that curtained them in a world of their own. “Have you done that before?”

“No, have you? You seem very good at it,” Marinette ducked her head slightly at the comment, causing the waterfall of hair to slide across his face and into his mouth. “Corazon, your hair is in my mouth.”

Mari pulled her head back up immediately and pulled her hair from Chat’s mouth. “I’m sorry,” 

She brushed her fingers against his chin. “I haven’t really kissed anyone before. I-I don’t know if my first kiss even counts as a kiss.”

Adrien suddenly felt a raging jealousy begin to form in his heart. Someone had given her such a bad first kiss that she didn’t even register it as one, he was jealous that someone else had taken it but angry that they hadn’t made it good for her.

“Who was your first kiss?” He fought to keep his voice level. She turned away from him slightly.

“Uh...his name is Adrien Agreste,” Chat’s heart froze in his chest. He’d been her first kiss. His mind sloppily sorted back through every moment he’d had with Mari right back to the day he’d met her. The filing cabinet of his mind an absolute mess. “I don’t know if it counts as a first kiss because...well...because I thought he was a wax statue.”

It clicked in Adrien’s head. “He sounds like an idiot,” Marinette gave him small smile as he disentangled his hand from her hair.

“He is a bit of an idiot but he might grow out of it,” Mari sat up, still sitting on Chat’s abdomen and stretched. His hands were braced on the dip of her waist again, his thumbs brushing the skin. “I don’t think you’ll grow out of being an idiot though, Chaton.”

“I don’t think you’ll ever grow out of being beautiful, Corazon,” Marinette stuck her tongue out at him and flicked his nose. A chilly wind blew between them, causing Mari to shiver and wrap her cardigan around herself, covering his hands. “Let’s adjourn to your bedroom?”

“Don’t get any ideas, Chaton, my parents are downstairs and I have school tomorrow,” Adrien lifted Mari off him slightly and sat up. He moved his hands to hold the undersides of her thighs and stood in one swift motion, holding her to him.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Fermosa,” With Marinette’s legs wrapped around his waist, Adrien used one of his hands to pull one of the doors leading into her room open and slip into the warmth inside. Waltzing over to Mari’s messily made bed, Chat gently squeezed her thighs earning a flick to his nose from the dark haired girl in his arms. He put her down on the covers and sat down beside her. “We both know that I am completely at your mercy, your wish is my command.”

“I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger, haven’t I?” Marinette placed her warm hand, the sleeve of her cardigan pulled over it slightly, on Adrien’s bare cheek and rubbed the stubbled skin of his neck.

“Oh, completely, princess, completely,” He leaned into her hand and settled back into her soft mattress.

“This is not the night I had planned,” Mari tucked her legs up underneath herself and tipped her head, her hair falling over her shoulder like shimmering silk.

“You had a night planned for us?” Adrien’s ears pricked up, she’d planned something! She’d planned to do something with him and she hadn’t even known if he was going to show!

“Not exactly, silly cat,” Mari reached behind her and grabbed one of her pillows, tucking it in her lap. “But I didn’t see myself...you know...kissing you.”

Adrien raised his eyebrows and smirked at her. “You’re welcome to do that again, Princess,” Mari pursed her lips at him. “When you look at me like that, it’s hard not to do it for you.”

“I….,” Marinette chewed her lip uncomfortably. “I have feelings for you, Chat, and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea that I’m….”

“That you’re…?” Adrien heard his heartbeat in his ears as she admitted having feelings for him.

“That I just want to have sex or...use your fame for myself. I really like you, Chat, really really really like you...I-I think might love you, Chat Noir,” Marinette’s voice got ever quieter as she progressed through her admission. Adrien leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, cupping her face.

“I think I might love you too, Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” Chat whispered against her mouth, resting his forehead against hers. “I think I have for a while.”

Mari covered his hand with her own and looked into his eyes with a sweet smile. “I think I started when you went cat-packing during the summer,”

“Cat-packing?” He understood the play on words but she’d thought this one though, he wanted to see her explain it so he could tell her how good it was.

“Like backpacking, but you’re a cat,” Marinette rubbed her nose against his.

“That’s a very clever pun, Miss Dupain-Cheng, I’m definitely going to have to use it some time,” He pressed his nose against hers slightly harder, the air between them combining.

“I would be honoured if you did,” She pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“I’ll tell any who ask that my girlfriend thought of it for me,” Mari pulled away suddenly and looked at him with the biggest, bluest eyes he’d ever seen.

“Y-your girlfriend,” Adrien wasn’t sure if he’d fucked this up. Had he fucked up by calling her his girlfriend? She was wasn’t she? “I’m your girlfriend?”

“I mean, if you’d like to be,” Chat folded his hands in his lap and glanced at her, worried.

“Yes,”

“Yes?” Chat’s eyes met Mari’s, silver lined her eyes and threatened to burst down over her cheeks. 

“I want to be your girlfriend,” Dropping the pillow, Mari crawled forward and settled herself comfortably in Chat’s lap. “If you’ll have me.”

“I would be incredibly lucky to have you,” Chat’s arms circled Mari’s frame and held her against his swiftly beating heart. She was his, he was hers, he couldn’t be luckier. “I couldn’t imagine a more incredible girl to call my own.”

Mari placed a gentle hand on Adrien’s chest and felt the raging of his heart beneath her palm. “I want to know who you are, Chat,” the words echoed in his ears like a song he hadn’t heard for much too long. “But right now isn’t the time.”

“When you’re ready, Mari, I’ll show you everything,” Adrien pressed a kiss to her head and inhaled the sweet orange blossom scent of her hair. “Your happiness is my first priority.”

“Thank you, Chat,” Mari rested her head against his neck, and nuzzled up under his chin. Maybe she was more catlike than he was. “That means a lot to me.”

“I know, Mari, I know,” Adrien squeezed her against him. “You’d best get to bed now, princesa, or you won’t be able to focus at school tomorrow and I would absolutely hate to be the one who caused that.”

Adrien maneuvered Mari and rested her back against the pillows, pulling her sheets up over her. 

“This is the second time you’ve put me to bed, Kitty,” Marinette tucked her blankets underneath her arms.

“And it won’t be the last, Corazon,” Adrien pressed a kiss to Mari’s forehead. “Now sleep, you’ll see me soon.”

“H-how do I contact you, Chat? You can’t give me your civilian phone number until I’m ready to know you in person but I can’t not speak to you,” He pulled away and scanned the room, Adrien had two phones. Two phone numbers, one he used for his everyday life and the other was a back up. Seeing some paper and a few pens scattered on Marinette’s desk, Chat walked over and scribbled his back up number on a blank corner of her maths homework.

“I’m keeping this over here, princesa, and I’m going to hope that you wait until morning to contact me but I won’t be able to stop you if you don’t,” He added a small heart next to the neatly scribbled phone number and walked to the balcony doors. “Your lights are voice activated, right?”

“Yeah. Light, off,” The lights in Mari’s room flicked off, Chat opened the door and stepped outside. “Good night, Kitty.”

“Good night, mi corazon,” He blew her a kiss and closed the door behind him. His heart and head were so incredibly light that he felt as if he would blow away in the gentlest wind. Passing Alya and Nino sitting together on a rooftop, chatting and listening to music, Adrien decided to dally for a moment.

“How’d it go, man?” Nino asked when Adrien slid to sit beside him.

“I asked her out,” Alya’s head snapped to look at him immediately, her jaw hitting the floor. “She said yes.”

“Does that mean she knows who you are now?” Nino clapped Adrien on the back. “Congrats by the way.”

“Uh, no,” 

“Excuse me, what?” Alya’s low voice cut through the dark night with incredible precision. 

“She said that she’ll ask me to ‘unmask’ to her when she’d ready,” The murderous look on Alya’s face dissipated.

“Mari is a smart girl, I hope it doesn’t take long for her to ask,” Alya reached across Nino and gripped Adrien’s hand. “I’m happy for you, Adrien. I know that you’ll take good care of each other.”

“Thanks, Alya,” Nino placed his hand on top of Alya’s. “I’d best get home, I’m probably not going to be able to sleep tonight because of how excited I am from her saying yes.”

“By all means, man, go home,” Nino gently nudged Adrien with his shoulder. The blonde haired boy stood up and sketched a bow to his friends before bidding them goodbye and disappearing off into the night.

~~~~~~~

On opposite sides of Paris, a golden haired boy and a dark haired girl dreamt of each other. She didn’t understand why his mask kept slipping and showing a different golden haired boy who also held her affections. He dreamed of kissing her on a rooftop without their masks, with no walls between them and no more secrets to be kept.

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[milkstrology]

♡ cute asks ♡

angel; do you have a nickname?

milk

awe; how old are you?

25

baby; favorite color?

yellow

bloop; spirit animal?

t-rex

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

chanel bonfire | coco avant chanel | ever disappointing - sarah couch 

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

a bunny named mr. bunny 

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

nyc in 1997

bright; mermaids or fairies?

mermaids

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

taj

buttercup; showers or baths?

baths

butterfly; dream destination?

venice 

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

spiritual 

calm; favorite scent?

gourmand/baked goods

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

six years ago when i was 30 pounds thinner and severely anorexic, i felt free in the dream, happier even, and i woke up feeling trapped and sad

charming; have you ever been in love?

maybe

cozy; eye/hair color?

brown/copper

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

1890s and 1990s

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

sunflower | mint leaves

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

tickets to a show & a harry potter cake

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

my dogs

cutsie; what makes you happy?

sunshine

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

anytime i’m in sunlight 

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

for being helpful

daylight; favorite album of all time?

lana del rey - born to die 

dear; zodiac sign?

leo

delightful; concerts or museums?

museums 

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

yes

dobby; dream job?

astrologer 

doll; how do you like to dress?

boho

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

not yet

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

yes and yes

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

i don’t know

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

they’re my guppy

fairy; do you have a pet?

yes

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

ocean

forever; where do you feel time stop?

???

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

i don’t have /:

garden; how many languages do you know?

one and a half

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

idk anymore 

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

????

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

sure

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

1. creativity 2. imagination 3. courage 4. legs 5. ???

heart; silk or lace?

both

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

both (stevia & coconut/almond milk/cream)

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

birds... peaceful

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

rain sounds

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

rainy/cloudy

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

nothing

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

loud laugh

kinky; do you blush easily?

no

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

romance, in general. 

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

early morning or midnight

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

bjork 

love; what is your favorite season and why?

fall... it’s peaceful

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

mint chocolate chip!!

magic; what are five flaws you have?

pushy, opinionated, loud, sarcastic, impulsive 

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

soft pastels

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

intelligent, kind, loyal

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

rainy day picnic 

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

tumblr, twitter, youtube, wattpad

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

ppl’s opinions about you aren’t your business/concern

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

bake

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

sloppy school grrrl

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

harp

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

wine, cbd, tibetan bowl sounds, healing frequencies

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

fruit: kiwi | vegetable: bell pepper

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

i...dk?

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

there are so many

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

my grandpa’s death

shine; art or music?

music is art

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

yes

smitten; do you collect anything?

no

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

one or zero

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

watermelon sourpatch kids

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

no, just an instant one

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

yes, rose quartz necklace 

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

sunrise

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

both

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

little bear, rugrats, lizzie mcguire 

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

my living room, fairy lights, big fluffy couches, fake plastic plant

soothe; digital or vinyl?

both

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

grandma, grandpa, grandma patty, my mom, my brother

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

honesty, loyalty, kindness 

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

somewhat both

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

kinda

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

yes, one boy one girl

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

not anymore

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

my creativity 

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

loyal, loudmouthed, honest, abrupt, dedicated

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

my dog

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

kinda both (early bird mostly tho)

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

reading minds

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

depends on my mood

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

usually like once a week

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

messy

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

i never grew up in one specific area, but yes i enjoy the idea of travelling a lot now 

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

i think so