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imrllytootiredforthis · 1 year

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Pairing: Lee know x Felix x reader

Summary: You and Lix punish Lino for playing with what wasn’t his

Warnings: fem!reader, dom!reader, sub!lee know, slight switch!felix (mostly sub), mommy kink, pegging, oral (m recieving), handjob, choking, praise kink, degradation, slight objectification, cum eating, ropeplay, probably more that i missed

Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: Straight porn, literally no plot. 18+ minors DNI.

“Doesn’t he look so pretty kitten?” Felix whimpers, your warm breath tickling his ear and the side of his face. “Such a pretty little thing to defile and use just like a toy.”

He gulps loudly, shifting in place in an attempt the hide his growing hard-on.

“Isn’t that right, Lix?”

Your hand snakes around waist, slipping under the loose shirt he wears, pressing cold fingers against beating heart.

It thumps erratically at your touch, skipping as you close more of the distance between your bodies, pressing your chest up against his back. “Yeah,” He breathes, biting back a moan. “Looks so pretty, mommy.”

“Yeah.” You affirm, almost teasingly.

A chill runs through his body as your hand rubs lower on stomach, gliding between the dips of his abs and sliding lower to the waistband of his pants. “Mommy, will I get to play with him today?”

A small smile slips across your face. “Maybe kitten. That depends on how good you are.” Icy touches slip just a bit lower, palming him over his sweats, leaving just enough pressure there for him to take a sharp breath, letting his eyes slip shut.

And then you’re gone and his eyes fly open.

You lean over towards the other boy, tied up in red ropes, accenting his skin in a contrast that nearly has you groaning from just a simple look. “And it depends how good Minnie decides to be.”

“What do you think about that Minnie?” You brush his hair back as holds back a whine, trying to appear cool and composed. “Want Lixie to use you? Want Lixie to turn you into nothing more than a cheap slut?”

He pushes against the ropes, straining as if that might make them disappear or heaven forbid-break them. “If that means things are actually gonna get good. Right now it seems like you’re all bark, no bite” He groans, cockily albeit weakly.

Eyeing the way his cock twitches, you smile at him, “Really?” You brush your hands down his bare body, leaving goosebumps in your wake. “Is that really how you feel, bunny?”

The steel in your tone has him recoiling, backtracking his words, unsure. “I-i mean...”

Your voice drops to a whisper, leaning in to whisper it almost conspiratorially into his ear. “Just answer the question. Yes or no?”

He shakes his head. “No.” But the tone betrays the words, coming out almost a squeak.

This only further extends your amusement, fingers gliding along the edge of his jaw. “Really?” You repeat that godforsaken word once more, aggravating him further, testing how far you can push him. “You see, I could’ve sworn that you wanted this. You must’ve known what doing that would get you.” He shakes his head trying to deny it. “Remind me again-what you did bunny?”

He gives no reply, pausing his struggle to look away in embarrassment. “I didn’t do anything.” He mumbles and you roll your eyes, shaking your head at his theatrics.

He grunts again, struggling in a way that’s all show, no try. “Lix, kitten?” You call. Your sweet boy hums behind you, coming when called like the good little kitty he is.

“Yes mommy?”

With a sigh you turn to him, smile widening at the way his eyes somehow look up at you despite being basically the same height as him. “You’re my good boy, right?”

He nods quickly, melting into your soft touch as you run your thumb over his face. Starting at his temple, down his cheekbone, across the dusting of freckles and over his lips, pulling away just as his mouth falls open.

He whines but the noise quickly cuts off at the sharp warning look in your eye and turns into a sigh as you push him onto an empty spot on the bed, legs opening in wait of whatever touch you would decide to gift him with.

From the corner of your eye you see Minho pause, just for a second in pure need. Pure and unfiltered lust to be in the place that Felix is now.

“Yeah, kitten.” You speak, voice a rasp. “Such a good boy for me.” He bites his lip, entranced in you; by your voice and your touch and your scent and your presence; so utterly intoxicating. “Can my good boy remind me what the naughty bunny did to earn him his punishment?”

You glance to Minho, finding him looking right back at you, desperation and competition glittering in his gaze.

Two sides rivalling in what he wants more.

To listen to you, be broken down and given pleasure, be used as nothing more than a toy and be spoken to like one, just the way he likes.

Or to listen to his pride, continue to behave like this-like he doesn’t want whatever you’re planning to do. Be denied over and over until finally, he’d give into you.

Really, it was just a waiting game.

And it didn’t help that your patience was wearing thin.

You look back down to Felix, who’s glancing over to his tied up hyung as well. “W-well, Minnie...”

“Yes, what did Minnie do?” You prompt, guiding his face back to look at you, he whines under the gaze, thrusting up into empty air.

“Minnie t-touched me without your per-permission.” His cheeks flooded with colour, in embarrassment or perhaps in shame of his previous actions, fidgeting with his hands and working his bottom lip with his teeth.

You nod, fake sympathy playing on your face. “Yeah. The naughty little bunny tried to play with what was mine, didn’t he?”

Now that the initial words came out, it was a spew, voice growing in pitch as the flow of Minho’s crimes came to the light.

“Y-yeah! Was just cleaning up! Being a good boy for you, mommy!” You nod, biting back a smile at how adorable he was, a comical pout and flying hands as he grew more and more distressed.

“A-and then Minnie! Minnie came out and said he wanted to play! Lix sa-said no! Lix said no mommy!”

You cradled his face in your arms, “Shh, shh, it’s okay kitten, you’re not in trouble.” You coo, watching over his shoulder at the way the boy in question turned redder and redder at the confession.

“B-but then! Then Min started to play with me! Lix wanted to be good for mommy, tried so hard! Just felt so good mommy! Lixie’s sorry, so sorry!”

His hands gripped onto your hips, holding them for dear life as he apologized, trying to pull you closer to him.

But if you were being honest, you didn’t really care about what Felix had done.

99% of the time he was an obedient thing. A good boy down to his very being, through and through, doing anything he possibly could to make you happy.

The only time he ever disobeyed your rules was when Minho pulled him into something, which very rarely he successfully managed to. Even then though, just seeing you look at him with disappointment in your eyes was enough punishment to make the poor thing even start crying at times.

Your sweet little thing.

The one that got your nicer side. Sweet and comforting, cooing and doting. Kind words and even kinder praises, filled with love and velvety touches.

Minho however, Minho was an entirely different story.

He loved to push buttons and loved to pull Felix into his ploys, coercing the younger boy into them as well when he can. He loved to piss you off and loved the punishment that would come after that.

Oh, how he loved it when you were cruel. Venom leaking into every word, he loved it-craved it. How you looked down at him like he was nothing. How you’d call him a toy and a slut and every other depraved word your twisted mind could come up with.

You could be nice or you could be cruel.

And it seemed that tonight you’d need to be both for them.

You brushed Felix’s hair back with a warm look in your eye. “It’s okay baby, shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you.”

He looks up at you with big sad eyes and you smile sweetly. “Really?”

“Of course kitten. I am, however, upset at bunny here.” Your attention turns to him for a brief moment. “What do you think his punishment should be, baby? For breaking my rules and making me angry?”

He looks at Minho, then back at you and you can see the answer forming in his mind before he leans up to you, whispering so that only you can hear his words.

Your smirk grows, nodding along and he pulls away, looking up at you as you work the plan over in your head.

“What?” Your tone is scandalized, speaking as if you weren’t laughing inside.

“Lixie, since when did you become such a filthy little thing?” Pushing him back to lay onto the bed, embarrassment crawls up his neck at your patronizing tone. “Disgusting,” you murmur, crawling on top of him, legs on either side of his slim waist.

“Gross.” A raspy comment thats only reply is a moan as you place two of your fingers under his chin, making him look at you, attention falling across his unmarked neck, a smooth canvas of pale skin and scattered freckles.

Your lips find their way up his collarbone, tracing the dots with your tongue and teeth, biting, sucking, marking. Smirking as his breathy whines become apparent, loud and clear in the silence.

Felix blushes, head falling back to give you more access, mouth falling wide open.

“Sinful.” It was all too much and all too little as you pulled the waistband down, just low enough for his cock to spring out before swiping your thumb over his tip.

He threw his head back, a loud, unrestricted moan reverberating deep in his throat. “So mean.” Your hand forces his chin, prying his mouth open to slip your middle and pointer finger as he’s forced to look at Minho. “You think he can take that? The poor little slut, just wants to be fucked dumb but don’t you think it’ll be too much for him?”

His moan is garbled as are the words that follow after it. “Mi-minnie can take it.” His words are determined as his eyes grow unfocused, a faraway look clouding them, drool dripping down his jaw, coating your hand in his saliva.

His tongue swirls around your fingers, lapping at them all while trying to gasp for air around them, eyes falling shut.

“Oh can he now?”

Your words. Your touches, burning, scorching his skin, heating his body up from head to toe.

He so sensitive it hurts.

Every sound. Your pants, heaving air into your lungs between intervals of kisses, the sound of your tongue working against him, the feel of it, warm and wet, right in the places that you know will turn him on so much.

The feel of your hand, gripping him, using the leaking pre-cum, already a mess and leaking through his pants as lube. The other gripping his jaw tightly, pressing down on the muscle as he tries to pull it deeper, trying to pull you closer to him.

His cock is so hard, leaking and throbbing from your touch, from Minho’s earlier touch. Fuck, he wants to come so bad he’s afraid he might actually come in no time.

Humiliation runs cold down his spine but he likes it. He’s already so hard. He’s already so close. So close and you’ve done practically nothing. You just started touching his cock, it’s been less than a minute and he feels as if he could cum from this alone.

From you lightly stroking his dick. From your lips on his neck and your fingers in his throat.

He’s only vaguely aware that Minho is still in the room.

But when he opens his eyes they meet his. Wide and wanting now that you’re distracted with something else. Fixating intently on you-your hands, your mouth.

“So you’re just gonna make me watch?” He sneers, voice slightly shaking in a way that makes him cringe.

But it’s okay because it seems that neither you nor Felix seem to notice-in fact neither of you even seem to register that he had spoken.

He doesn’t know if that’s better or worse than you looking over him with a sadistic smile and condescending eyes, telling him to simply shut up as if he were a toddler having a tantrum.

And he almost wishes that that was the case as the both of you continue, Felix moaning out high, whiny noises while you groan into his neck. Your hand still works against him, gaining in speed, faster and faster.

“This d-doesn’t seem like much of a punishment at a-ll.”

No response, just the lewd, wet noises filling the room, running straight to his cock as he bucks into the air, letting out a sob of frustration at the inevitable unsatisfaction at the motion.

“C-c’mon, you-you aren’t even trying~” He whines, once again straining against the ropes, whimpering. “You th-think that this is even doing anything-”

“S-shut up, slut.”

To his surprise, it’s not you who says the harsh words that make him shudder, full-bodied, falling rigid, a moan spilling out from deep in his chest.

It’s Felix.

Felix who looks at him, pupils blown wide and mouth fallen open, heaving small pants alongside cute little whines.

Felix who’s always been soft and pliable. Submissive even to Minho.

Felix who’s never ever said anything remotely mean, much less degraded him before, but now that he has, Minho can’t help the effects that it’s having on his body.

You chuckle, pulling away with a contented sigh to look at the boy beside you. “Oh, that work you up bunny?” You reach over, hands leaving Felix with a whimper. “Lixie here degrading you?”

His head’s gone foggy, dazed and he can barely register your hand cupping his cheek with a wet hand until he’s melting into the touch, shoving his face further into the contact, desperate for any form of touch at this point. “Yes.”

At the confession you bite your lip, opposite hand trailing down, admiring the art of the ropes against his skin. They’re tight, tight enough to leave slight marks, to let him feel them, squeezing, pressing down into his skin in the most maddening ways.

They’re not tight enough to do any real damage. Just tight enough that tomorrow he’ll look in the mirror, fingers tracing tender red skin, moaning at the sensitivity of pressing down on them.

Finally you begin to circle his buds, already hardened into peaks. “You love it when I tell you how much of a slut you are, corrupting sweet little Lixie until he says it too.”

At his name, he begins to paw at your hips, begging for your attention once more. “Mommy~” When you don’t react his hands slip up your shirt, travelling to your boobs. “Mommy, pay attention to me.”

But still, you continue to play with Minho.

He makes no reaction at your motions, biting down on his lip hard as to not let a single noise out. “C’mon Minnie, let mommy hear your pretty noises.” You coo, tracing your nails around his pretty pink nipples, before coming to pinching them, twisting them between your fingers.

“Mommy, Lix can make pretty noises for you, Lix will let you hear him.” He whimpers, fiddling with the clasp in a second of struggle before slipping off your bra.

Your mouth replaces your fingers on his chest, latching around one of his hardened nipples, nipping on it lightly with your teeth before sucking, coaxing and encouraging him to let you hear the noises ready on his tongue.

Yet he continues to be stubborn. All that can be heard is his heavy breathing as his hands move in an effort to grip your hair, the ropes restricting him so all he can do is clench them fisting around nothing so hard his knuckles turn white.

Felix throws your bra somewhere forgotten on the floor and begins to grope at your body, maneuvering to shove your shirt up for access to your chest. “Please mommy,” He tries once more in a pitiful whine, grinding your hips down onto him before licking up from navel to clavicle.

“Please,” He begs, plush lips sucking a mark onto your cleavage, groping at your boobs just the way you taught him to. You let out a deep moan, the sound vibrating through you and straight to where you’re connected to Minho and finally-finally his exterior breaks.

He moans and that’s just the beginning. His hips jump wildly off the bed, back lifting in a vain attempt to arch, head falling back as a spew of curses and broken whines tumble out of his red, bitten lips.

You pull away from him with a wet pop and a satisfied smirk, continuing with your fingers, the area now wet with your spit.

And at last, you refocus your attention back on Felix.

“Been such a good boy for me, Lix.” You groan, his hands warm and soft against your skin, cupping your breasts, squeezing them softly, whining at the way your hips rolled down onto his.

Soon he began to gain confidence in the movements, growing slightly rougher and less gentle, pinching and rolling your hard buds between his fingers, ripping a hiss from you.

“Such a good boy, mommy thinks you deserve a reward. Want a reward kitten?”

He nods but his attention isn’t fully on you until you’re gripping his wrists, breaking the fixation.

“Want to play with Minnie?”

His eyes grow wide at the prospect, pink tongue peeking out to wet his lips. “Can I?” He asks with an airy lilt, looking over to him.

“Yeah baby, you can. Take off your clothes and do me a favour and go mommy’s strap.”

He pounces off the bed in a scrambled rush to carry out the order and you have to bite back a smile before turning your attention back to the one left behind. “What do you think of that? Want us to play with you bunny?”

He shivers when your hands ghosts over his dick, nail trailing down a vein, moaning unabashedly. “Yeah, you like the idea of that huh?”

He slowly nods and you test the ropes, slipping a finger under one on his inner thigh, relishing in the groan he emits. “Gonna have take all these off though.” You pout in faux disappointment. “Look so pretty with them on, but with what Lix has planned for you, well we’re gonna need a little more...access.”

You reach over to the bedside table as Felix comes up behind you, bare and with the harness in hand. You pick up the pair of scissors you had set there earlier. “So we’re just gonna cut them off of you.”

His heart races faster and his hands grow sweaty, in lust or in nerves he can’t tell as you snip the scissors once, a metallic sound that sends goosebumps down his spine.

“Just stay still for me, okay? Yeah.”

And like that, the cruel facade is gone. Concentration is set across your face and he wonders at how fast you switch between the two masks.

The one that loves to torture him, make him moan and calls him filthy names; and the one that loves to hold him, praise him, whispers to him sweetly and makes him feel safe.

You’re carefully sliding the scissors under the rope, slowly, and tenderly, checking in on him whenever he shivers from the cool feel of it against his feverish skin.

It takes less than half a minute, only a few necessary strands having to be cut to have the whole thing falling apart, but it feels as if its longer.

Every time he trembles.

Tensing at each new spot, as the sharp point of them grazes his skin before slipping under the knots. Relaxing when your eyes meet his, pausing the movements to reassure him before continuing, dropping your hard exterior for the moment to take extra care for this.

If anything, it makes him all the harder. The intimacy of it. The trust in you he has, the trust of the blade, despite only being scissors pressing nearly into his skin to get under the cords. The coax of your voice, calming and comforting that it even has Lix, not even under your ministrations falling deeper until he’s whining and you’re fixing him with a glare, telling him to stop distracting you.

And when you’re done, he’s throbbing, fully hard as you pull the ropes out from around and under his body, lifting his limbs gently for better access.

He knows both you and Felix can tell, shame running down his spine at the quip clearly seen on Lix’s lips, a scolding from you the only thing holding it from being released.

A hot tension fills the room, he swears the heaters have been turned up as you tell Felix to put the harness on you and he does, dropping to his knees for what he calls better ‘access’.

He feels like mush, melted into the mattress. He doesn’t feel like he can get up or even move until you place a hand under his chin, encouraging him to look up at you. “You done for now or do you still wanna continue?”

You give him a minute to fully contemplate the choice before he’s slowly nodding, glowing in the warm smile you give him. “You sure bun? It’s okay if you need a break.”

You place a hand on his cheek and he nuzzles against it. ”M’ sure. Wanna keep going.”

“Okay then.” And the facade is back up. You’re digging your nails into his jaw, dragging a low groan from him. “Lixie, you wanna prepare me or do you want Minnie here too?”

He doesn’t say anything. He feels clumsy, giddy, like he can’t fully control his body like he normally would. But the answer is obvious as he drops onto the floor.

The hardwood is uncomfortable against his knees, hardly cushioning but it’s the very last thing on his mind at the moment.

Because the way you smile down at him, towering over him with a malicious aura has him drooling, nearly vibrating in excitement.

You tap the dildo against his pretty pink lips, patiently waiting with a wicked gleam in your eye as he opens his mouth, eyes falling shut and tongue lolling out with an exaggerated flourish for your own benefit.

“Aw, so cute.” You whisper, giving him no time to reply as take the roots of his hair in hand, clenching it in a grip as you swiftly shove it into his mouth.

It’s girthy with fake but realistic veins to match. He struggles to wrap his lips around the whole thing. But the poor thing’s trying, putting in his best efforts and the sight is such an arousing visual, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter from simply watching.

He’s never done this before and that only heightens the experience.

He’s watched it countless of times when you’ve forced Minho to his knees, but Felix himself has never been subjected to such a treatment before.

Never asked to is more like it. He remembers, early of the three of your’s relationship, you preparing the strap and right before you began to lube it up.

He clearly recalls the blush across his face as Minho in all of his tough front turning red and shyly asking if he could prepare it for you.

And clearly, oh so clearly, he could remember the sadistic smirk that crossed your face as you agreed-or wait-was he just getting that confused with now as you looked down at him, beginning to get impatient with the way he was oh so obviously struggling to take the whole thing.

So impatient that you decide to help him out, using the leverage you have with the grip in his hair to finish it with one quick push, all the way in, nudging against the back of his throat.

He gags around it, tears welling up in his eyes. “What do you think, kitten? You enjoying this?” Giving an experimental thrust he can’t help but moan.

You turn to Minho who is trying his very best to not touch himself, trying not to make you angrier than you already are at him. “What do you think, Minnie? Doesn’t he look so good gagging on my cock, maybe prettier than you are~”

“N-no!” He pouts at the quip but watches on with a lust-filled interest. “Look at him, Lix can barely take it all in! M’ so much better at it than he is!” You let him go and he gasps for air, leaving just the tip in his mouth for just a moment before giving another experimental thrust.

His hands fly to the back of your thighs, gripping them and using them to push it in harder and harder, quicker and quicker, lodging the strap deep into the back of his throat. “Oh but look, he’s doing so good, aren’t you Lix?”

He holds himself there for a moment, moaning around it at the compliment, at the feel of it so deep down his throat. “I don’t remember you being this good your first time Min.” You tease, brushing a finger over the slight bulge on his neck, biting your lip. “Look how good he’s taking it, like he was made for it.” You purr, finally pulling all the way out.

He splutters, coughing and trying to collect himself, slightly wheezing and sniffling, tears running freely down his cheeks. But finally he looks back up at you, mouth falling open, ready for you to go again.

But you don’t, instead you push his chin up. “Ready?”

He nods, jumping up off the floor and ungracefully onto the bed, sliding up to the headboard. You laugh at his eagerness. “Flip over now Min.”

Minho bobs his head, impatient after such a show and flips over onto his stomach, uncoordinatedly lifting himself onto his hands and knees and spreading them just the way you always tell him to.

“Good boy. Now, you’re gonna suck on Lixie’s cock while I fuck you from behind,” You lean over his back, thumbing over his hole. “Can you do that for me, or you still too dumb to follow orders correctly?”

His breathing grows heavier, your voice along with the way Felix sits in front of him, legs spreading to show him his dick, all red and hard, leaking pre. He wants to reply, tries to, but all that can come out is a pitiful whine.

“Oh, that’s okay bunny, just open your mouth like a good toy and Lix will do the rest, won’t you baby?”

“Yes mommy!” He replies, chipper in his reply as always, putting a hand on the back of Minho’s head, threading his fingers into his hair.

Slowly, you push into him, watching as his hole gives and adjusts to girth and length of the strap, already all lubed up with Lix’s spit.

It’s so mind boggling hot. The view, the sounds. Listening as he whines brokenly, hips stuttering, brain scrambling trying to figure out whether he should push back into you or pull away.

You put a single hand onto his shoulder, pressing him back into you, feasting on the way he slides, pulling, swallowing the strap until the full length in deep inside of him and he’s moaning loudly, arms already wobbling where they’re holding him up on the bed.

You bring a hand forward, squeezing the boy’s jaw until he opens, slipping two fingers in to wet them before pulling away.

“Go ahead, baby.”

It’s so fucking hot. All heavy panting and husky moans as Felix lines his cock up with hyung’s mouth, pushing in slowly. “C’mon baby, remember what he did earlier?”

You watch with a bated breath and pulsing ache as he gasps, slightly arching from what you assume is Minho’s tongue swirling around his tip and you wonder if he’s moving slowly truly for Minho’s sake or for his own and how sensitive he is.

“Remember Lixie? This is his punishment. His punishment for playing with my things without asking for permission. No need to be gentle with him.” At your words, Felix groans. “C’mon, kitten.” And finally he’s letting out a helpless whimper and suddenly, with no preamble using Minho’s hair to shove himself all the way down his throat, moaning out loudly as he bottoms out in his throat.

His mouth is so tight and warm and wet. It drives him utterly insane, his hips thrusting erratically, mewling out in pleasure. “Mommy-mommy please, w-wanna kiss, please.”

You smile at your sweet boy, leaning over Minho’s back to press a quick kiss to his lips, unintentionally but not ungratefully pressing the tip of the fake cock right into his prostate.

Minho’s eyes widen, moaning around the cock sheathed down his throat, in turn having Felix moan against your lips, hand frantically searching for anything to find purchase on, finally landing on your shoulders, holding you in place against him as you desperately lick into his mouth.

Wet, lewd sounds of skin-on-skin echo around the room as you rock your hips into him, jostling him higher on the bed, farther onto Felix’s thrusting hips until you fall into a rhythm.

And poor Lix feels dizzy with pleasure, hips moving at their own will. Your tongue in his mouth, Minho moaning below him, choking and gagging on his dick, moving at his own pace without so much of his junior even having to guide him anymore.

“Y-yes-please.” He whispers in a cry, the words immediately swallowed into your mouth, before you’re pulling away and he’s whining from the loss as you focus your efforts back onto rolling your hips into the boy below you.

“Harder, please, harder,” Minho whines, pulling off of him just for a second to say the words. Then you’re shoving his head back down, brushing Lix’s hand aside, replacing it with your own to control his movements.

He arches his hips, encouraging you to fuck him harder, deeper. And you do with more fervour, slamming his hips against the swell of his ass. “Toys don’t talk bunny. Just keep being a good little toy and maybe I’ll let you come.”

The noises in the room are so lewd, so disgusting. Wet smacking of your thrusts as Minho begins lifting his hips, meeting your own to let them collide harder, repeatedly slamming into that spot deep inside of him over and of Felix’s thrusts, his whines, so wanton and needy.

“P-please, hnng, m-mommy, need-need to cum so bad! Can I cum? Please, please, p-please!”

You grip Minho’s hair, pulling up, ignoring Felix’s whine as he brings his hand to keep the stimulation he so desperately needs. Drool and tears drip down his face, falling onto the sheets into a messy puddle. “What do you think bunny? Want Lixie to come on your face or in your mouth?”

He’s moaning loudly, not responding in anything but a whimper when you stop moving. “Asked you a question.” You pull him harder, his back arching up as your other hand falls on his throat, no pressure yet, just resting there. “And I don’t like repeating myself.”

“Wan-want Lixie t-to come in my mouth, wan’ his come.”

You smile over-sweetly as his reply comes, broken and breathless. “Yeah? Why don’t you ask Lixie?”

It seems the other boy is lost in his own world until you his say his name, panting as his eyes meet your own. “Lixie-please, co-come in my mouth.”

His head dips, moaning it the thought. “Fu-fuck yes.”

“Good.” You murmur.

You push his head down once more, but first he frantically shouts out. “Can I cum! Ple-please, need it so badly!”

Massaging his jutting hipbone with one hand, you pretend to think over the thought. “Make Lixie come and then you can.”

Giving him no time to respond, you’re shoving his head down and starting a new punishing pace, rocking his entire body as you abuse his prostate over and over.

And when Felix comes with a long with, gripping into Minho’s shoulders like his life depends on it, Minho is crying, tears flowing down his cheeks as he moans, the warm salty fluid fills his mouth.

Felix trembles, shaking with a sob, falling back against the headboard of the bed from the intensity of his orgasm. “Shit, so good, so good, thank you!” He sighs.

Meanwhile, Minho hiccups, swaying slightly, still slowly thrusting back against you. “Fu-ck!” His voice cracks and he sticks out his tongue, showing both you and Felix before dutifully swallowing.

He pants heavily, eyes drooping. “Please! Please...fuck, shit...c-can I please cum, please, please! I promise-I promise I’ll be so good!” His voice is hoarse with desperation, wailing as cries out. “I’ll be so good for you!”

You pet his hair, shushing him with the movement. “Go ahead, bunny, been such a good boy, cum for me.“

The hand that’s been resting on his throat, teasing him with the presence of it finally presses down, cutting off his air, making his head spin in every best way for one final harsh thrust as he finally comes with a high-pitched keen, twitching as his arms give out, falling against your arms as you rest him down onto the mattress.

He curls up on the bed, clutching your arm and one of Felix’s legs as he comes in spirts, dirtying the sheets with white, crying out in ecstasy.

Quickly pulling off the harness, throwing it somewhere on the floor to be cleaned later you grab the cup of water set on the nightstand, turning back to where the two have huddled on the bed, Felix holding Minho as he pants for air.

You make each of them take a few sips until the glass is empty before setting it back on the nightstand.

Then you carefully nudge the two over, laying down beside Minho and pulling him into your chest, letting him nuzzle into you as Felix falls into place behind him, lacing fingers with you.

The blankets are pulled up and over as a final touch and they take turns having their hair played with by you, whining when you pull away to the other.

“Love you both. Bunny.” You kiss the corresponding boy on the forehead. “And kitty.” Both smile, enjoying the praise and the aftercare attention from you. “Such good boys for me.”

A hum of agreement from Felix that has you quietly gigging and soon you find yourself falling asleep.

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 10 months

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Heya 👋

I discovered your account a few weeks ago and I fell in love with your twisted wonderland x house of mouse AU and I also started posting about this AU merged with my Twisted Wonderland AU 😊

Alas here is my question

I'm a huge jungle book fan, so I'm curious how they see Yuu in your AU

Hope you have a wonderful day/night 😊

I LOVE JUNGLE BOOK SO MUCH - it's actually one of the only instances where I like the movie more than the book (mainly because the books are super depressing - though it is lowkey funny how book!Shere Khan has the exact same death as Mufasa)

So I'm setting the HoM!AU as post-Shere Khan's defeat and pre-Mowgli going to the man village.

Literally all of them ship Yuu with any Savanaclaw Student

So I've said it before but Mowgli's family - Raksha, Rama and his brothers - absolutely adore Jack. They all like to roughhouse with him it's adorable. I personally headcanon that he's twisted from Mowgli's wolf father which is why he's not as villainous as his peers and also why he has a strong sense of justice - plus why he's close to his younger siblings.

Mowgli and Yuu are best friends. He and his brothers welcome her to the pack the same way they welcomed Mowgli and Jack. Raksha's mother instincts are blaring when she sees her so she joins the other animal Disney mums like Sarabi, Duchess and Mama Jumbo in doting on her with maternal affection.

Bagheera (Disney's OG good kitty before Simba - I literally love him so much he has my heart) is like Yuu's cool uncle. He is such a dad (even though his first instinct was to eat baby!Mowgli when he first saw him), the moment he sees Yuu he's like 'must protect'. Seing a mancub that he wouldn't get grey fur babysitting is such a relief and he spends most of his time just chatting with her and preventing Baloo and the rest of his cast from corrupting her. I have a twst!Bagheera OC that Yuu befriends and he's like this cool senior that warns her of dangers of possible predators.

Baloo is ecstatic to have another mancub to impart his wisdom onto :D (lowkey think that he would be friends with Timon and Pumbaa since they have similar life philosophies of taking it easy and stuff). Yuu thinks of him similarly to how she thinks of Coach Vargas - fun uncle who means well and she probably shouldn't get any advice from.

Kaa tried to eat her when he first met her but was then stopped by Minnie and Bagheera. Yuu's learned her lesson with Jamil when it comes to staring into the eyes of a snake. He and Sir Hiss are snarky snake besties and get snek cuddles around her neck privileges.

Shere Khan with Yuu is: No mancub allowed *sees Yuu* one mancub allowed. He's like a platonic tsundere where he pretends he doesn't like her but still loves it when she gives him head scritches.

I feel like Shere Khan has a love hate relationship with Scar. Tigers are actually stronger than lions are and have been known to beat them in fights even though Scar is, by twst lore and probably also Disney lore, a more important figure and much above SK in the villain pecking order so there would also be that whole fighting instinct over the hierarchy between them. This fighting instinct is also included in the whole Custody Battle™ because they both keep on making jabs at the other's expense (Shere Khan likes to say that Yuu deserves better than some lion whenever Scar is near him). The two of them are also best friends - it's hilarious. It's also funny to watch them gripe about Tigger and Prince John who they both consider the embarrassments of their species.

The elephants are cool. They hang out with the other Disney elephants (like the ones in Dumbo and Lion King). I forgot his name but that baby elephant that Mowgli befriends is totally bffs with Dumbo and the two of them like to play with Yuu and Mowgli together.

#house of mouse au #fem yuu #asks #twst yuu #twst #twisted wonderland

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cutiedwaekki · 3 months

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hiii! ~

i follow you on ao3 (@bbywoojin) and was wondering if you could write a fic with woojin in it? (i am an OT9 & OT8 skz stan ;~;)

could the prompt be something like this?:

chan accidentally looks at the internet search history of his husband, woojin, while borrowing his computer. chan finds that woojin has been watching feederism/weight-gain porn and is sexually attracted to chubby men. chan decides to watch some of the videos woojin was watching and finds that the whole idea makes him horny too. chan, who is muscular, decides to introduce the feederism/weight gain kink to their sex lives. he is willing to be fed copious amounts of food by his husband to fulfill his fantasies.

♡ ♡ ♡

in case you are too uncomfortable to write woojin as a character, you could replace him with seungmin instead.

i absolutely love your work! ~ ♡

Hii ♡

thank you very much for your request, it made me happy and inspired me a lot, I hope you like it :D

(Btw y'all go and read their seungbin fic on ao3 you won't be disapointed 👌)

TASTE

—come and taste me now

Seungmin x Chan

summary : using Seungmin's computer, Chan discovered his husband's fetish which soon became his too

contain : established relationship , feederism , weight gain , smut

Enjoy ♡

☆ミ( ＾ω＾ )

—"Minnie, can I use your computer? Mine won't turn on! "Said Chan from their shared bedroom.

Seungmin, his husband for almost a year, was in the living room reading with some music from the TV. He poked his head out of his book and turned towards the source of the oldest's voice. "Go ahead, but be quick, I'll need it"

So, Chan completely abandoned the idea of his computer turning on and turned on Seungmin's. He always had this sweet memory when he observed the stickers on the youngest's laptop. All cute things, sanrio characters like pompompuri, cinamonroll or even hello kitty. But in the center of the computer, a big sticker of him and Chan, a photo they'd taken in a photo booth for their one-year relationship. It was so cute!

But Chan refocused and opened the computer before turning it on, hoping that he could quickly accomplish what he wanted to do before Seungmin started asking questions.

In fact, the only reason he needed a computer was to book a week-end together on Jeju island. The two of them were so exhausted by their work that they hadn't taken the time to settle down and spend time with each other.

So from the moment he got the idea, he didn't look back and kept going. Fortunately, the ticket was quickly snapped up. He could have turned off the computer and tidied up, but given Seungmin's curious nature, it was better to erase his research, transferring everything by e-mail before going to the history and erasing his passage.

But just as he was about to do so, something caught his eye. The previous browsing Seungmin had done caught his attention, and he couldn't help but scroll down for a closer look. Between sites for exchanging e-mails, a videoconferencing site, there were several pornographic sites.

It's often said that curiosity killed a cat, but if it meant Chan could get to know his husband's fantasies better, how could he refuse? The man he'd only caught masturbating to, claiming he was into pure vanilla, might have some unmentionable fantasies that Chan wouldn't hesitate to tease him about.

With a wry smile, he opened the links to the sites he'd visited, and his smile quickly faded as he expected something different. Nothing too strange, just people being fed in one with very little clothing on. In another video, the person was naked, showing off his fat body; in another, the person was even wearing a pig costume and eating a wgole cake by himself

He watched each video almost assiduously and realized two things:

1- his husband was a fucking fat admirer (very comical when you see that Chan had more muscle than fat)

2- He was very excited about it too

His mind was totally confused, what was he supposed to do? Admit to Seungmin that he'd interfered with his intimacy to confide him that he now knew his fetish? Say nothing? Now he could understand his lover's wandering hands better than when he'd told him he'd put on weight.

Clearly he hadn't expected it, Seungmin didn't let anything show on that front and, to be honest, he'd even had trouble knowing at first that Seungmin was interested in him, almost asking "why" when Seungmin asked him out.

However, he wasn't disappointed by this discovery, the images hadn't displeased him so much that for a brief moment he'd even envied their full, round belly compared to his flat, muscular one.

His hand rested on his belly as he watched the first video one last time, he was definitely envious of what he was seeing and yet surprised that it took him another year to discover it.

—"Channie ? Have you finished with my computer? I need it! " exclaimed Seungmin to Chan was in front of him before he even had time to close the computer window.

☆ミ( ＾ω＾ )

So there they were, face to face, sitting on their bed, the computer closed and placed far away from them, Seungmin blushing and Chan surprised.

Perfect moment to talk about it, isn't it?

—"D-Did you watch everything?"Seungmin asked timidly, avoiding Chan's gaze out of shame.

—"I liked what I saw," said Chan almost suddenly, prompting Seungmin to look at him with a confused look.

—"wh.. what do you mean?"

- "You clearly like it and I like it, wouldn't you like to give it a try ?"

Seungmin's confusion grew as a growing smile formed on his face.

—"Really? Are you sure? Don't feel pressured Channie if you don't like it-"

—"I'm interested I tell you, and if need be we can always stop, can't we?" Chan cut him off, showing his conviction and determination to experiment with him.

If need be, they could just stop, right?

☆ミ( ＾ω＾ )

They didn't stop, neither of them wanted it to stop.

They'd agreed to try it over the weekend, when they'd have more time to experiment.

Chan although the least conaisseur was the one he was guiding Seungmin who was living his greatest fantasy.

The youngest was deeply in love with Chan, but seeing him gorge so much, demand belly rubs, be so clingy with him, gem his name, it didn't take much to corrupt his brain and make him crazy about him.

It was as if they'd found what was missing from their daily lives to make their relationship just... perfect

A simple meal could turn into a make-out session. And a big meal could turn into a torrid sex scene between the two lovers.

As time passed, it became their routine, just like Chan, who with time and lack of exercise (unless if sex counted as sport) gained weight.

At first it was nothing, just that his muscles weren't as visible. Then his jeans started to get tight, his ass didn't fit all the way in, his thighs started to rub against each other, his belly shook with every step he took. His chest softened and trembled with each step.

He didn't know how much weight he'd gained, but it was enough to know that he felt good this way, he was confident, Seungmin was even more clingy with him and at least that evening they'd both found a good way to relax and unwind from their exhausting day.

If Chan had known, he would have looked into Seungmin's browsing history earlier

☆ミ( ＾ω＾ )

His body lay heavily on the bed, so full he could hardly move. But Seungmin was still right on top of him, kissing the nape of his neck with so much desire that moans couldn't help coming from Chan's mouth.

today was a great day, the oldest had reached his goal since they had discovered feedrism, he wanted to try and weigh 150 kg, not knowing that a few months with a very affectionate husband would finally get him there.

—You're finally fat as fuck " exclaimed Seungmin between wet kisses.

—I'd have been fat a while ago if you hadn't fucked me so daringly" replied Chan narsuoisantly, simply earning a slap on his already full belly, making him moan.

—Pigs don't talk, you should know that" declared Seungmin in an authoritarian tone. "Now shut your beautiful mouth and let me reward you" he regained his soft, sensual air as he began to undo his shirt and the oldest one.

He was overcome with admiration for his belly, it was so round, so soft, he admired her stretch marks which were still a reddish/pinkish tinge, his husband was putting on weight so easily, and all because of him.

The thought only excited him more.

He kissed him again, pressing his body to his. He was so in love, but so impatient that he desperately wanted to kiss Chan, while at the same time undoing his pants without leaving the oldest's lips.

It wasn't long before they both ended up naked on the bed, their breathing panting, but that didn't stop Seungmin from turning Chan over (or at least trying to) to get a good view of his back, where his back fat was trembling, but above all to get a view of his round, plump ass, he couldn't even see his lover who was hidden behind it.

He put his hand on his ass, even one hand wasn't enough to slap it, you needed at least two hands for that.

At this thought, he slapped his ass, earning the groans of his lover, who was only waiting to be fucked.

No sooner said than done, he was already penetrating his lover, doing it so often that they didn't even need a preliminary to make the pleasure last, feeding Chan had become their preliminary.

So, once his cock was deep inside his and his hands were gripping the love handles on both sides of Chan, he began to come and go under the groans of the oldest, which grew louder and louder as he accelerated the pace.

they were never too talkative during sex, preferring to save their breath to keep going.

Soon they became one, the tension in their abdomens finally broken, Seungmin's stuttering hips stopped as he delivered one last deep thrust and spread deep inside Chan.

And so all both, panting, found themselves next to each other, their bodies still chaid and sweating.

—"How much longer are we going to keep this up?" Said Chan with amusement, definitely not ready to stop being fulfilled by his husband.

- "Until you can't get through the front door any more" teased Seungmin before giving a final kiss on his husband.

#weight gain #my fic #my fics #skz chubby #cdrequest #chubby chan

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junkyard-gifs · 11 months

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The kittens of the City Springs 2023 production

(X X)

So, this production had four characters billed only as 'ensemble', played by musical theatre students. They were only in some numbers (notably the opening and the ball), though for a lot of therest of Act I they hung out around the edges to watch and interact in the best tradition of swing cats, and they went home at interval. (Munkustrap presumably found a babysitter for the kittens.) They also played with the audience in the auditorium before the show. Here they are!

(Note: all four are over 18. All images here are posted publically on their instas, or are part of official promomaterial from the theatre company.)

Elizabeth Windley, whose older sister played Sillabub, played a kitten who looks like a smaller version of Etcetera in the same production—though her muzzle and collar are reminiscent of a Jemima. She seems to refer to her kitten as 'Minnie'!

Here she is with Etcetera (Ryley Perry) and Sillabub (Olivia Windley) (X).

Jayla Lopez plays a kitten who's black and white in a similar pattern to Cassandra's markings. (Her wig is essentially the same as Misto's ensemble wig. Casslonzo daughter? Cassoffelees? Alonzoffelees? Headcanons are free!)

Between Tantomile (Grace Arnold) and Victoria (Caitlin Bond) (X); and with Cassandra (Erin Rawlings) (X):

Zach Feeney's kitten has some resemblance to Mungojerrie, with the sharp blacks and oranges in the wig, and some to Electra with the floofy red fur on a dark-coloured unitard. Here behind Tugger (Spencer Dean) (X):

And Trevor Groce blessed us with many impish in-costume selfies of his little kitty! I'm honestly getting Tumblebrutus vibes so, since Tumble didn't exist in this production (Plato was a tumbler, though, so we got a very flippy Macavity), Trevor's kitten can be Tumblebrutus in my heart (X X).

Kittens in the pyramid: Elizabeth and Trevor, next to Jellylorum (Meredith Crain) (X)!

And bonus: here they all are with Jacob Brent (X)!

#c: ocs #c: swings #elizabeth windley #trevor groce #zach feeney #jayla lopez #jacob brent #2023 city springs #non-replica productions #cats the musical

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stupid-cupidkrp · 1 year

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𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 . . . 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃!

the following muses have entered the game:

⋅♡ ⋅ aespa - yu jimin / karina [ until dawn ] ⋅♡ ⋅ ateez - kim hongjoong [ hollow knight ] ⋅♡ ⋅ ateez - jeong yunho [ genshin impact ] ⋅♡ ⋅ ateez - choi san [ super mario franchise ] ⋅♡ ⋅ ateez - jung wooyoung [ the sims 4 ] ⋅♡ ⋅ bts - jeon jungkook [ 7 days to die ] ⋅♡ ⋅ bts - park jimin [ legend of zelda - ocarina of time ] ⋅♡ ⋅ bts - kim namjoon / rm [ animal crossing ] ⋅♡ ⋅ bts - min yoongi / suga [ forza horizon 4 ] ⋅♡ ⋅ bts - kim taehyung / v [ the sims 4 ] ⋅♡ ⋅ enhypen - park sunghoon [ legend of zelda - totk ] ⋅♡ ⋅ g-idle - nicha yontararak / minnie [ kitty powers ] ⋅♡ ⋅ itzy - lee chaeryeong [ stardew valley ] ⋅♡ ⋅ le sserafim - sakura miyawaki [ dead by daylight ] ⋅♡ ⋅ le sserafim - kim chaewon [ the sims ] ⋅♡ ⋅ le sserafim - huh yunjin [ mario kart ] ⋅♡ ⋅ NCT - lee jeno [ chicken invaders 2 ] ⋅♡ ⋅ NMIXX - lily morrow [ overwatch ] ⋅♡ ⋅ pixy - choi eunji / dia [ apex legends ] ⋅♡ ⋅ seventeen - xu minghao / the8 [ sims 4 ] ⋅♡ ⋅ seventeen - kim mingyu [ minecraft ] ⋅♡ ⋅ stray kids - felix lee [ legend of zelda ] ⋅♡ ⋅ stray kids - yang jeongin / i.n. [ super mario 64 ] ⋅♡ ⋅ the boyz - lee jaehyun / hyunjae [ genshin impact ] ⋅♡ ⋅ the boyz - lee juyeon [ genshin impact ] ⋅♡ ⋅ twice - sana mintozaki [ dead by daylight ] ⋅♡ ⋅ tomorrow x together - choi soobin [ sudoku ] ⋅♡ ⋅ tomorrow x together - choi yeonjun [ dead by daylight ] ⋅♡ ⋅ tomorrow x together - choi beomgyu [ hades ] ⋅♡ ⋅ tomorrow x together - kang taehyun [ legend of zelda - totk ] ⋅♡ ⋅ tomorrow x together - huening kai [ dead by daylight ] ⋅♡ ⋅ zerobaseone - seok matthew [ stardew valley ] ⋅♡ ⋅ zerobaseone - sung hanbin [ cyberpunk 2077 ] ⋅♡ ⋅ soloist - cho seungyoun / woodz [ mass effect ]

you have 48 hours to add both president miso and delinquent ryo , and from there you will be given your set of startup instructions. we can't wait to have you, player!

#♡ acceptances #stupidcupidkrp

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asirensrage · 2 years

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Happy birthday from some dapper kitties (Molly and Minnie)

I love that! They're so cute! omg

Thank you!!!!

#that's adorable!#ridea's bday celebration #cecesxwickedxocs #also minnie looks so much like my old cat lol

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kittychicha · 2 years

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#LAKORNLADIES EVENT THEME: FAVORITE ENSEMBLE CAST ↳ GIRL FROM NOWHERE SEASON 2

#im soo brave for this(?#i actually liked s2 what can i say #lakornladies #girl from nowhere #kitty chicha #chanya mcclory #patricia tanchanok #ploy sornarin #minnie phantira #catagifs #lakornedit #horroredit #kittygif #gfnedit

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cosmicmiilk · 3 years

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Pink Haru Okumura Stimboard🌸

♡ requested by nobody

X X X|X 💌 X|X X X

-Mako

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skzinka · 2 years

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ᝰ BASIC INFORMATIONS !

STAGE NAME : inka (잉카)

BIRTH NAME : cherinsuk kalaya (เชอรินสุข กัลยา)

KOREAN NAME : choi in-ka (김잉카)

ENGLISH NAME : isabella or 'izzy' choi

NICKNAMES : kitty, gummy bear, kanna

BIRTHDAY : may 24, 1999

ZODIAC SIGN : gemini

BIRTH PLACE : bangkok, thailand

NATIONALITY : thai

FAMILY : 2 brothers, one younger and one older, and her mom

LANGUAGES SPOKEN : thai (native), korean (95%), english (90%), japanese (62%), spanish (54%)

ᝰ PHYSICAL !

HEIGHT : 165cm (5'5'')

BLOOD TYPE : O-

BODY MODIFICATION : earlobe and upper lobe piercings on both ears + five piercings (right ear : industrial + tragus / left ear : helix + daith / navel piercing)

FACE CLAIM : minnie from (g)i-dle

VOICE CLAIM : jang yeeun from clc

DANCE CLAIM : @/nozeworld

ᝰ PERSONALITY !

MBTI : estp

MBTI TYPE : estp personality types come across as energetic, enthusiastic, easily adaptable, and seeking to make work fun and enjoyable.

POSITIVE TRAITS : caring, social butterfly, warmfull, enthusiastic, positive, open-minded, logic, resourceful, friendly, funny, kind

NEGATIVE TRAITS : really (really) stubborn, impulsive, careless about herself

ᝰ STATICS !

DANCE : 10/10

VOCAL : 7/10

RAP : 9.5/10

STAGE PRESENCE : 8.5/10

VARIETY : 10/10

SONGWRITING : 8.5/10

ACTING : 6.5/10

ᝰ CAREER INFORMATIONS !

STAGE NAME : inka

AGENCY : jyp entertainment

GROUP : stray kids

DEBUT DATE : 9 december, 2019

POSITION(S) : main dancer, lead rapper, vocalist, visual

INDIVIDUAL FANDOM : kitties / meowies

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI : 🐱

UNIT : dance racha

SPOTIFY : # meolowdy ! 🐱 favorite songs

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imrllytootiredforthis · 1 year

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A Brat at Heart

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Summary: You’re at work and poor minnie just misses you so much that he can’t help but send a video to you, convincing you to come home to do some better things

Warnings: dom reader, sub lee know, mommy kink (reader is called mommy but otherwise there’s no gender-specified content), pillow humping, recorded masturbation, humiliation, degradation, fingering (m!receiving), slapping, slight nipple play, cum eating, probably more

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: If you’ve sent a request in and I haven’t gotten around to it I’m very sorry, and I’ll try to get around to it soon. Otherwise, hope you enjoy, any and all feedback is welcomed and you can still send requests in but I might not get around to them for awhile

Minho wanted to be your good boy.

He tried-yes he tried so very hard.

He had wanted to be a good boy, just for you but as he laid at home all alone, his thoughts started to wander.

At first it was just thinking about how pretty you were. Sweet innocent thoughts that were just about how much he loved you.

How much he loved the colour of your hair.

The colour of your eyes.

The look in your eye when you told him what to do.

How much he loved when you stood above him, calling him a slutty little kitty while he thrusted up into your hand and-

Oops!

He hadn’t meant to start grinding against pillow, he was a good boy! The poor little kitty, he just missed you so much. And the scent of your perfume covered the pillow, putting his senses into overdrive as he buried his face into it deep into it, trying to keep the moans at bay.

He wanted you here right now. Needed you here. Right now.

Telling him how dirty and disgusting he was. Telling him how pretty he was as he humped your pillow. Calling him your pretty little whore; your toy to use whenever you wanted to.

But you weren’t here.

You weren’t supposed to be here for another-he glanced at the clock on your nightstand-6 hours!

He groaned in frustration-or pleasure he could barely decipher the difference as the fabric of his pants grew wet, a copious amount of pre-cum leaking from the sensitive tip of his cock.

What was he supposed to do?

He wanted to be a good boy...he was a good boy.

A good, good boy with maybe just a few tiny little bratty habits...that only occasionally...surfaced...

-Like right now! How his cock throbbed and skin burned, begging for your touch.

He was a good boy.

A really good boy. After all, how could you ever fault your pretty little kitten for just wanting to be with you?

The meeting you were in was boring.

A bunch of privileged rich men who didn’t want to listen to any idea or opinion other than their own. High off the sound of their own voice.

You’d come in with a business plan. A good one that you’d been revising and working on for weeks, practicing what you’d say to these men once you’d finally gotten an audience with them-which was a practically impossible feat in itself.

It was a good proposal, a great selling point, a few little details you needed to brush up on but nothing that you couldn’t handle without a little bit more time.

Then you’d come in here, in front of all of these stupid bastards.

It was a great idea, with a planned out execution, laid out steps and a clear, precise way to follow it through with it given of course that you got the funds for the execution.

But for any of it to sell that had to actually be listening.

Not moseying around, glancing down at their phones they so obviously held under the table; scratching at their face, staring blankly off into space.

You’d gotten not even halfway through the project plan before one of them snapped out of a trance, a bored expression crossing his face to see you were still presenting. He yawned, sighed before finally turning to your boss, whispering something unintelligible to your ears.

Your boss nodded, stood up and smiled lazily at you, lifting a hand to signal for you to stop. “I think we’ve heard enough. We’ll discuss it for a bit and then we’ll get back to you later. Take a seat for now,” He looked around the room, ignoring the way your face turned red hot in shame and anger, packing up your things in a well-deserved huff to keep from doing things you’d regret later on.

“Who’s next?”

You slumped into your chair in a way that you were sure they would criticize but couldn’t bring yourself to care about.

How many sleepless nights had you spent working on this? How much time had you taken from spending with your friends, your family-Minho, cooped up in your office working on this?

Far too many.

Far too many for a punch of privileged rich men to tell you that they’d ’consider’ it.

You knew what that meant. That meant that they’d mention it once over evening drinks, laugh a bit about it and then never get back to you.

You did all of that work.

Just for nothing.

Your fists clenched under the table as the next person began to introduce their proposal. Your bosses looked bored already.

You wanted to punch something.

Your boss?

Absolutely.

You’d surely be fired and have a restraining order set against you, sued for everything your ass was worth and more but it would be damn worth it for the satisfaction you’d gain to see the look on his face.

Agonized, angry, confused, shocked.

Shocked that one of his greatly underpaid employees would do such a thing to him.

Picturing the scenario so vividly, trying to distract yourself from making it a reality, you nearly missed the vibration of your phone.

You looked to the presenter; a nervous woman who stuttered over her words. None of the bosses were paying attention. A few of them were once again on their phones so you doubted that they’d even notice if you were on yours.

You felt bad for doing it, especially since you were pretty much the only one actually listening but you looked down to see that it was from Minho and curiosity got the better of you.

Minnie🐰: I miss you

Minnie🐰: Come home. I want you

You: I know baby

You: I miss you too but-

Your message was cut off as he sent a video.

You glanced up. They hadn’t shut down the poor woman down yet but some of them looked about ready to fall asleep soon so you doubted it would be much longer.

Your phone buzzed again.

Minnie🐰: I need you so bad mommy

He was up to something. You knew it and you didn’t want to play into his games. Not right now. Not when you had a seething anger towards your boss that could be misplaced in Minho. But you’ve never really been a particularly patient person. And you’ve always been the type to let your curiosity get the best of you, always needing to know what was going on.

Your thumb hovered over the video for a second. Torn between confirming the suspicion itching in the back of your mind and giving him the benefit of the doubt and ignoring this until later.

Weighing out the options in your head before giving up and tapping on the video, finger flying straight to the play button without a seconds hesitation.

The screen was kind of dark and you could vaguely see the shape of something moving. Squinting, you dragged the corner down, turning the brightness up to the max.

Your eyes widened slightly, a gasp escaping you, face flaring red from a totally different reason than before.

“Are you okay?”

You looked up to see all of your bosses looking at you, concern written across their faces at the blush across your own.

Trying to keep composure, you put on a strained smile. “Uh, yeah! I-i mean no! I just figured out I had a f-family problem?” You pointed at your phone while cringing internally at your choice of words. “C-can I leave?”

Your boss nodded, confused as the rest of them were as you scrambled to collect all your stuff, nearly sprinting out of the room to the elevator.

As soon as you were in the car you pulled the phone out of your pocket, looking down at the screen, almost drooling at the paused video.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Minho to send you *ahem* ~naughty~ photos or videos at work. He loved to tease you throughout the days when you were away at work with bulge photos or short clips of him palming himself over his pants, breathless whines and calls of your name ringing out in the background as he begged you to come home.

They’d just never been this...explicit before.

You watched the screen intently, hand crawling down to press between your legs in an attempt to relieve the pressure.

It was dark in the video but you could make out his body. He must’ve set it up on the dresser across from your bed because his entire body managed to fit on your small screen.

He was completely naked as he faced the camera, strong arms wobbling precariously on either side of the pillow-your pillow-as he thrusted into it at a slow and even pace.

You realized angrily that he was purposely putting on a show.

His head was barely staying up, drooping down as if the only reason it was even partially up was for your pleasure. He knew you loved to watch his expressions.

Speaking of his expressions, his mouth hung open, drool dripping in strands onto the bed below as his tongue lolled out.

His gaze was hooded as he struggled to keep eye-contact with the camera, slightly crossing as he lost focus before coming back to look into your soul through the screen.

He would be smirking if he could.

As the video neared the last few minutes, he seemed to gather a semblance of composure. Slightly coming back.

Before he fell. Eyes rolling back entirely, to create the perfect fucked-out expression he knew you loved oh-so much. His tongue fell out of his mouth, drool dripping down his chin and a flush spread bright across his cheeks, staining them the cutest shade of pink.

His mouth opened wider and you realized-your phone was still on mute from the meeting.

You finger jammed the button to turn the volume up, the sound coming on mid-moan. You dragged it back to the beginning, watching it all from the start again.

The video was full of his sounds just for you, intentionally loud as he moaned out in earnest.

That fucking tease was putting on a show.

He called out your name a few times, begging you for release and you could feel shockwaves of pleasure as your hand slipped under the waistband of your pants.

Frustrated whines and mewls escaped as he got closer, losing his composure altogether as his arms finally gave out, dropping onto the bed, hips not stopping even for a second besides a small stutter as he increased in pace.

He was close, so close and he whined out so between heavy pants. His head lifted to face the camera, his body shimmering with sweat. “fuck!”

He looked up at the camera, a slight smirk crossing that smug pretty face of his before the screen went black.

He watched as the read message came up under the message.

You would come home now.

You had to.

Because if there was one thing worse than his self-control, it was your anger-issues. Especially when he disobeyed you.

Minho thrusted against the pillow again, groaning at the feeling of the cotton fabric.

“Mommy~need you-need you right now!“

He looked down at the phone in his hand, slightly trembling at the control it was taking not to start touching what was yours.

Because he was a good boy.

And good boys listened to the rules.

Rules like don’t touch yourself without mommy’s permission.

Technically, he wasn’t touching himself. The pillow was touching him but not one time had his hands stimulated the ache settled painful and heavy between his legs.

See?

Minnie was such a good boy. Just for you. All for you.

He was a good boy but somehow-he didn’t know how-you ended up with a message from him at work.

His arms pushed him up, blush rising at the mess the pillow was, pre-cum and drool covering the fabric.

If you were here you’d tell him what a mess he was, a dirty little kitty, or a mutt depending on how you felt.

A look of disgust would cross your face, it would be so humiliating, so disgusting and you’d tell him that.

A thought came to mind.

This time he didn’t bother taking the time to set it up or anything, just swiping over to the camera and hitting record.

The red light came on and he looked straight into it without an ounce of shame for his acts.

“Come home mommy,” he whined, pouting before slowly leaning down the the pillow, making sure to show the mess in the frame. “Need you. ‘M such a mess jus’ for you.”

And in long strips he licked everything up, the bitter taste of himself on his tongue was making his head fuzzy. He whined and whimpered, moaning not even just for your sake anymore as his breathing got heavy, eyes getting droopy as a fog filled his mind.

‘Poor little Minnie’ you’d coo into his ear, breath hot against his face. He reached his hand up to grip his own hair, pulling his head up by the roots with a harsh tug, just like you’d do it.

He mewled loudly, fuck, it was all too much and not enough, never enough without you here to do it for him.

It all felt so dirty, like this was something that he shouldn’t be doing. But, fuck, imagining the way that your nails would dig into his scalp, harsh without an ounce of mercy, clawing and sadistic. Angry and punishing-

“f-fuck!” His voice was shaky and whimpery. You’d laugh at him if you were here.

You’d call him your little slut. Your pretty little toy.

Something liquid hot swelled deep inside him as his hips stuttered against the sheets.

A need. An ache.

Growing larger and larger deep in the pit of his stomach.

He needed you so bad.

Needed you to hold him and touch him and call him your pretty dirty little slut. Yours, just yours. He belonged to you and only you. The thought of your hands on his body, burning his skin in the best possible way, your words imprinted on his mind, forever there-never forgotten.

Whines and desperate little pants escaped his lips, the sudden want for your hand to be wrapped around his neck, reminding him that he was only yours, cementing the thought.

Even your eyes on him would be enough-your presence-your words.

He rolled onto his back, legs spreading wide with whimper that sounded different than before. He stroked himself, slow and gaining in pace, squeezing the base as his other hand moved to play with his balls. He rubbed at the head, toying with his slit-moans spilling guttural from deep in his throat.

His other his slid up his skin, trying his hardest to imagine it was yours that tweaked at his sensitive nipples, dragging a needy moan from deep in his chest.

And slowly, teasingly, just like you’d do it, his hand reached his throat. Soft at first, brushing and just barely there to work himself up. But then, trying to catch himself off-guard like you’d do, with a gasp he squeezed. It was hard enough for it to nearly hurt, a grunt rolling smoothly out of his mouth alongside a debauched moan.

He missed the predatory glint in your eye-ached for it. He wanted for you to be standing above him now, looking at him as if he were prey in front of you, like a helpless deer before a starved lion.

“F-fuck, ne-need you,” he let out a pathetic whimper as his hips chased his hand, desperately pursuing the high he needed, the thought of you aiding in his rapidly approaching release.

The phone laid forgotten in the sheets, kicked aside in his haste.

But it still picked everything up.

Every raw whine and beg, keen and whimper, calling over and over for you in vain. To touch him, to let him cum, to degrade him, to ruin him in any way you saw fit.

And later when you’d find the video you’d hear as he said that pretty word the self-acclaimed good boy barely ever said.

You’d hear through that shitty phone speaker as he mewled, “p-please mommy.”

You’d started driving home. Right after sending a quick text to your boss, telling him you’d be out for a few days, the sound of Minho’s moans a continual loop fresh in your mind.

Thoughts of him-of him breaking the rules, of you giving him the punishment he deserved after pulling a stunt like that, of how he would act when you got home…

The car was going well above the speed limit but you couldn’t care less.

You lived fairly close to your work but not close enough. Every breath, every blink, every thump of your heart felt like an eternity.

And fuck, the place between your legs throbbed with want, remembering how pretty he looked.

All fucked out and needy for you.

You cursed yourself for being so weak. A single video from him enough to not only get you to lie to your boss in order to get out of work but all practically go 25 over the speed limit, swerving like a crazy person in your rush to get home.

Fucking hell, what was he doing now?

Waiting for you? Watching as your location as you got closer and closer to the house?

Probably not.

That brat was probably getting off. Playing with his pretty dick, fingering his little hole, moaning out helplessly at the thought of you punishing him.

You ached for him. Every part of your body burned for his touch but…he probably wanted that touch even more than you.

All he was thinking about was how your touch would feel, pleasuring and hurting him in the way he loved most.

He craved to touch you and for you to touch him.

So maybe he wasn’t going to get your touch today.

When you opened the front door you didn’t hear anything.

Slipping off your shoes and pulling off your coat, setting your things to the side you didn’t hear anything.

When you entered the bathroom to quickly wash your hands, only a paper thin was that separated you from the bedroom you definitely heard something.

Minho was never shameless without being broken in first.

He kept his moans scarce, kept his whines and begs just out of reach.

He held his pride so high that he’d never admit that maybe, just maybe you had the power to turn him into a mess on command, that you knew his own body better than he did.

And you’d turned him into a puddle of those scarce moans and begs he tried to keep just out of reach.

Because as much as he was yours, he was a brat. Through and through, teasing and mocking, testing and pushing against your limits to see just how far he could before you’d snap.

He’d pissed you off so many times in so many ways.

Many of them along the lines of this, breaking the no touching rule and letting you walk in. But never before had he sounded nearly like this.

You could hear whines, calling out for you, so desperate and so utterly helpless. Shameless and raw in the way that he only ever did as you were splitting him open with your strap.

You rounded the corner to open the door just a little, peeking in.

And fuck, he was a mess.

Sloppily rolled onto his back, hips bucking and thrashing wildly up into his hand without a care in the world.

Fucking brat.

“Should I come back later?”

The only sign that he heard what you’d said was how he threw his head back with a drawn out whine, looking at you with big needy eyes.

“Fuck! Fi-nally, took you long en-enough.”

His tone was meant to be harsh but instead they came out as a wail, tears welling up in his eyes as you made your way closer, a purpose in your step, drawn out slow and steady to tease him just the way he had to you.

“Wanna repeat that for me kitten?” A single finger pushed his chin up, turning his whole head toward you, his body following your lead without him really realizing until he sat in a w position, eyes wide and wet just for you.

His breath hitched and all he wanted to do was melt into you, let you control his every whim and need no matter how embarrassing at was.

He flushed, avoiding your gaze. “I...i need you.”

Grinning from ear to ear, you lightly rubbed your finger in circles on the top of his thigh, comforting and reassuring, encouraging him into the space he seemed to be falling into. “What do you need me to do then, kitty?”

Your voice, melodic and husky, slightly dark with a lust that had been roiling in your gut ever since he’d sent you that damn message. But he didn’t reply and your grin fell, a small tap to the skin where your hand rested in warning. “Tell me,” your nails dug into his skin, almost painfully, a sensation he sighed into with pleasure. “What do you want me to do to you Minnie, otherwise I have other things to get done and I’ll just leave you here.”

Now that was a real threat and his eyes which had been somewhat slipping shut snapped open with need apparent in them.

“Please.”

A shiver ran down your spine to hear the brat say those words-rarely ever without a fight, it seemed that today he didn’t have and you were glad for that because, if you were being honest, neither did you.

But behaving now or not. He wasn’t before, so your poor little kitty was getting punished either way.

You glanced to where his cock stood, an angry red from the rough treatment Minho had given himself.

You brushed a finger over it, scooping up some pre before laughing quietly, “such a messy little kitty aren’t you baby?” You brought your hand up, smearing it all over his lips, grinning, watching, as he hungrily lapped it up, mewling at the taste and your touch.

It should’ve made him disgusted and humiliated, but he moaned loud, uncaring that his pride was shattering just a little bit. Ignoring the way something inside him told him to be a man, not quite yet silenced by the pleasure it usually took to get him like this.

Because right now he needed you.

He needed you so bad.

Because...maybe he hadn’t been the best boy this morning. Because, maybe he had been a little bit of the brat you would so often call him. Because, maybe he was a brat this morning and this was him being put back to place.

Being fucked back in place. By you.

Lightly pushing on his shoulders, he followed your lead, laying back onto the bed, spread out for your hungry eyes.

“That isn’t an answer. I asked you what you wanted, not if you wanted. Or is my pretty little kitty all looks, no brain? Just a dumb little slut to be fucked?” The way you said it, so dark, so condescending, so mean.

His brain was trying and failing to comprehend how he managed to get this much pleasure from being degraded like this by you-being called dirty and dumb and slutty-god, how he was getting more and more turned on by being your dumb little slut, how he was wanting-craving for you to say those words all night.

His thoughts were brought to a screeching halt, falling completely blank as your fingers trailed down his chest.

“So I’ll ask again,” your voice dropped to a whisper, leaning into his ear. “What do you want me to do to you?”

Gently, your nails traced his areola, “Just touch me!” He gasped, the words coming out a tad harsher than he intended them to.

The smirk playing on your face twisted at them and your touch turned harsh. “I didn’t hear a please without that. It better have not been an order.” You all but growled, a slap against his hip, hard enough to know it would leave a mark while the other tugged roughly at his nipple, making any rational thought turn into mush, keening in delight.

“Such a fucking painslut aren’t you, Minnie.”

It was antagonizing and amazing the way it all felt-your words, your touch, the sensations overwhelming and not enough, waves of pure unfiltered lust rolling down his spine, licking heat from the tip of his fingers to his toes.

“A little whore for me to play with whenever I want.” You coo’d as your fingers trailed lower and lower, stopping right at perineum, rubbing him there as his moans echoed around the room despite you doing nothing but playing with his little nipple, perked up and hard from your efforts.

“Yours! Ju-just for you! On-ly, ah! You!”

“Good kitty, now how do we ask mommy for what we want nicely?” The rubbing didn’t cease as he tried to think, finding it to be ten times harder with the distracting shockwaves boiling through him that nearly had his eyes slipping into the back of his head when you rubbed just a little too high or just a little too low.

“Pl-please! Mommy, will...w-will you please, please, please touch me! Just wanna feel you so bad, feel you~”

Smiling once again, you lightly traced the rim of his hole, feeling him shudder under your touch. “Where do you want me to touch you?”

His hips bucked in attempt to get your fingers to slip into him, such a greedy kitty finding his efforts in vain, whining when you pulled your hand away altogether, not so lightly slapping his thigh.

“G-god! Just fuck me!”

You often forgot how prettily your little brat can beg, so wanton and needy, so cute and whiny. So perfect, almost able to pass as a good boy when he begs, until he does that. Tries to order you around, buck up against your hand again, groaning in dissatisfaction. That’s what makes you remember that your ‘good boy’ is just a ruse.

With a sigh, you push into him, listening with a grin to the sharp breath he lets out followed by a sound that sounds almost like a sob as crystalline tears begin to flow down his face.

‘The little brat’s prepped himself’ you realize as you slide smoothly in.

It usually takes a little longer, more prepping.

More lube or spit before you’re able to thrust into his tight hole, much less to two fingers in there at the same time. It stretches him just right so that his body feels on fire. How he’s so sensitive to your touches right now is a mystery but he can barely think about that as you slip a third finger in, scissoring his tight walls open.

Looking up you watch as Minho drools. Not looking at you per se but watching your hand, your fingers as they thrust inside him at a slow pace.

He feels so fucking full. So filled up. So good.

He moans louder as you pull all the way out, the tips of your fingers catching ever so slightly on the rim before popping out. “Feel good, kitten?” Nodding enthusiastically. Hips twitching, wiggling his ass seemingly trying to entice you.

You bite your lip, shaking your head at his antics. “Such a fucking tease aren’t you?”

And once again he whines with a nod and you wonder if he’s actually listening to you anymore or just running purely by his lower head. He’s pouting so purely with tear-stains down his cheeks, that you can’t help but smirk and soon enough his whining turned into squeals when you roughly shove your fingers back in with no preamble.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit!

It feels so fucking good, so immense and euphoric it makes him feel like he could explode from the pleasure.

Maybe if he was less of a brat he’d voice those thoughts, gift you with the rest of the sounds he bites his lips to keep swallowed in his throat.

He feels good being fucked by your fingers, he wants to scream it. Wants to voice it aloud in a chant, tell you he’s your good boy, he’s your pretty kitten, a toy for you to use, a shameless sluthole-only yours to use.

And when your fingers finally find his prostate, breaks. “Fuck! Mo-mommy, please!” His toes curl, his eyes squeezed shut as he mewls, lifting his back into such a pretty arch. You continued prodding that bundle of nerves and Minho feels the heat inside him swell, the ringing in his ears turning to a crescendo.

He forces his eyes open. Just for you. Just to show you one last thing, one last show of what he wants as his eyes meet yours and his lungs begin a battle of air and lust.

Your heart skips a beat and for a minute, the harsh anger in your eye falls, softening into something his own heart swoons at.

His demeanor changes completely. Not the fake innocent facade he wears. Not the ‘good boy’. His eyes remained on yours as he panted.

Open and wide and glassy.

Not challenging you but begging you.

So cute and so submissive.

Hopeful and unready for the punishment you’re about to wreak on him.

His eyes grow wider, his climax fast approaching as you cease to stop the rhythm of your thrusts.

But then.

Then.

A cold water rushes down his back, a pain and not in pleasure hits him as you pull out, a cruel expression twisting your features into something that endlessly arouses him.

“You think I was gonna let you cum that easily, kitten?”

You pull away entirely, swiftly crossing the room, ripping your warmth away with you to rifle around in your toy-bin.

He lays there, curious but not daring to make any movement as he watches as you pull out several things, considering and putting them back before finally you pull out a large purple dildo and his heart races.

Races until you don’t grab your harness and you don’t start to take off your clothes.

Races until you stick the suction-cup on the bottom to the ground and gesture for him to come.

And he listen, hesitantly, sitting on the ground on his knees looking down at it before turning back to you.

The question is evident in his eyes until your lips curls into a disparaging smile and his blood runs cold, horror striking his features.

“Bratty kittens don’t get to come, Minnie.” You pout-obviously fake and way overdone.

“Bratty kittens get punished, so” you pat his cheek lightly, condescending and hot in all the best and worst ways. How his body tingles for your touch he knows you won’t give.

You pull away all too soon and point to the toy, a smirk replacing the pout. “I want you to ride this until you come for me kitten.”

#minho x reader #lee know x reader #minho smut #lee know smut #sub skz #sub!stray kids #sub lee know #sub minho #dom reader #dom!reader #sub stray kids #sub!lee know #sub!minho #gn!reader #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader

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littlewomenpodcast · 2 years

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When Fritz wanted to fly a kite with Jo

“That isn´t all the surprise” and running behind the rock again emerged bearing a fourth kite of superb size, on which was printed, in brigh yellow letters “For mother Bhaer”.

“We thought you´d like one, too, because you were angry with us, and took the girls part “cried all three.

“Now boys, that is regularly splendid! who did think of it? she asked.

“Uncle Fritz proposed it when we planned to make the others, he said you´d like it, so we made a bouncer” answered Demi beaming with satisfaction at the success of the plot.

“Uncle Fritz knows what I like!”

Chapter “Daisy´s ball”, Little Men, Louisa May Alcott, 1871

Okay, first of all HUGE flashback to New York days. I think was in the Little Women musical that Jo and Friedrich would take the kids to he park, Kitty and Minnie and Franz and Emil and fly a kite there.

Also this is the most adorable apology that the boys would come up with, and it kinda goes back what Jo says in Little Men, that she and Fritz are there so that they can teach their students to respect one another (so in this chapter boys did not behave well at Daisy´s ball).

We have discussed a lot about the way Jo throughout the novel is very maternal person and truly wants to have a family around her and one of the things that she loves about Friedrich is that he also loves children and wants to start a family with her. Plumfield it´s “an odd sort of school” like Jo describes it, but she also says “she wouldn´t have it any other way”.

Louisa May Alcott really loved kids, and when she was in her twenties she wrote in her journal of her own desires to start a school (with Henry). Henry passed away and sometimes life doesn´t go the way you plan it but Louisa managed to self-actualize that dream in Jo´s character and what is also important to know about Louisa is how much she loved orphans (we all know that Jo pretty much adopted Laurie) and a lot of the money that she made with children´s books, especially with the Little Women franchise went to different orphan houses. Little Men was particularly popular book among young readers in the 19th century. I also find it quite endearing the way Louisa describes and admires how Henry and Emerson and Goethe and well...all the real life Friedrich´s interacted with children.

Now that I am re-reading Little Men again, it brings me back of lots of happy memories. Everybody knows how much I adore Jo and Fritz but I had forgotten most of these very sweet Jo and Fritz scenes.

Jo and Friedrich they have very similar views on raising children. Lot of Fritz haters keep saying how different they are, but honestly I don´t see any of that. They both see the important of games and plays and imagination, and they don´t treat children like they are mini-adults, they treat them as children and are willing to go on to their level. I could rant about this topic forever because it´s close to my heart but I am just going to leave a link to this essay by Anne K. Phillips https://www.journalofplay.org/sites/www.journalofplay.org/files/pdf-articles/2-4-article-fun-forever.pdf

“Almost immediately after Jo first observes Professor Bhaer assisting the servant girl with the heavy coal hod, she learns from the children for whom she is serving as a governess that the professor is much loved. Her charges, Kitty and Minnie, “tell all sorts of stories about the plays he invents, the presents he brings, and the splendid tales he tells.” Professor Bhaer is then seen “down on his hands and knees, with Tina on his back, Kitty leading him with a jump rope, and Minnie feeding two small boys with seed-cakes, as they roared and ramped in cages built of chairs,” and Jo summarizes the event, “a more glorious frolic I never witnessed.” It is clear that she and the professor are kindred spirits. It is also clear that, in large part because he is capable of and dedicated to play, he is an appropriate partner for her”

You gotta love it every time when an academic turns out to be a Jo and Fritz fan.

Also this was the cover of the Finnish version that I used to read as a kid and look, it has Jo flying the kite.

This is the one that I currently have and it is really cute as well. Nat is playing his violin in the tree. I can´t remember the name of the illustrator, but she did many Finnish book covers in the 1950s.

#little men #jo x friedrich #friedrich bhaer #kite #jo march #little women

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kkoongiee · 3 years

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stray kids scenarios — nicknames you call eachother ‹𝟹

notes, dis was on my first blog but i decided to post it on here .. if anyone has seen this on maysdiors .. feel free to um like again, if u havent? welcome ^_^

personally, you and chan would probably only use these alone but there would be your slip ups where you used the nicknames around each-other. i honestly see you calling him like either channie or roo, but he’d probably call you the standard names like baby or babe, but also like i somehow see him calling you like little joey strangely enough? he’ll come back home and just go, “i’m back babe!” or he’ll have you coming to the studio and be like, “there’s my little joey!” in your case you would probably use these while you two are on the sofa cuddling, bored out of your minds, and you’d just be like, “channie, what do you wanna do today?” or if bangchan is upset or stressed, you would just run your hand over his hair or leg, just like, “roo, what’s wrong?” 🥺

i sorta imagine you using nicknames more than minho, which he really enjoys but nicknames just can’t seem to fall from his lips as often as you let out. i feel like he prefers just using your name or sometimes — rarely — calls you kitty. your nicknames could range anywhere from honey or catty. catty will only come out if he’s acting like a baby or you are returning his nickname for you. minho will be laying in bed, bundled up while looking at his phone, giving you a huff as you were still drying your hair. “kitty!! come to bed.” he’d whine, your lips perking up into a smile. you’d turn around so quickly, dropping your towel for your hair. “catty!! i’m here!!” you’d shout, joining him in bed with soaking wet hair. or you two would be together, at a dinner with the rest of the boys and you’d let the words slip. “honey!! he’s asking you a question!” minho getting so flustered and just everybody going crazy at your nickname, “y/n..” 🧍🧍

changbin loves it 100%. he is nott afraid to let you use any nicknames for him and he’s not afraid to use any for you. names like binnie and baby-boy especially he melts at, this man is weak at the knees when you say those names. he might call you angel or poppet, he learned how to say poppet and it was set as your contact name everywhere. one day the boys would all be together, sitting for a break in the practice room. “hey who’s pop… pet?” jisung would question, looking over changbin’s phone. changbin would reach for his phone so quickly, going into text back to you. bye sometimes he gets a lil embarrassed 😭 binnie do love u and ur nicknames tho

hyunjin doesn’t mind these names being used, usually liking it and just going with it whenever you decide to call him princess or sweetie. princess is definitely used during private intimate moments, whether it be lewd or just you two lying together, you’ll call him princess. i kinda have a thought of him calling you sweetheart or bug, like a tiny bug - definitely not caterpillar but more ladybug in mind. at first he was unsure about princess, but one day you just said it while you two were cuddling, feet tangled with a fuzzy blanket thrown over you both, and you just went, “princess, i love you.” he’ll just cuddle into you, turning so soft and blushy at your words, “mhm, love you too bug!” or if you’re around others, sweetie is the way to go. “sweetie, which one do you want?” or “sweetie, which one do you think looks better?” he’ll be like, “this one sweetheart!”, pointing at something or grabbing whatever he wanted.

jisung kinda thought of the names squish and little squirrel, meanwhile he might call you, petal or squirt. he thought of the turtle squirt from finding nemo everytime he saw you, so why not give you the name squirt? i think petal would be a more domestic nickname, using it around the house when he’s tired or maybe when just being around you anywhere in the house. the name squish really came from when you were on his lap, your hands pressed against his cheeks while he was giving you a pout. “look at my squish!” jisung’s eyes literally glimmering when he hears your nickname. “and look at my squirt!” he’d shout, mirroring your actions and squishing your face as well. or he’ll be writing really late at night, you’re just standing at the doorway, “hey, little squirrel,” the l dragging out at the end, “you need to come to bed.” jisung sighing while turning in his chair, “but petal..” he looks at you, “no buts, you can finish in the morning you’ve been up in here for hours.”

for felix i see the common lix being used, otherwise you call felix bun-bun. it came naturally, felix is your little bun-bun. his smile and freckles, with his cute lil nose just gave you the nickname bun-bun. i think felix might tend to call you chickadee or sunshine, he is with it when it comes to cute nicknames to call you. you guys will use the nicknames anywhere, i think y’all are pretty used to them so you guys may or may not have forgotten your real names. “lix.. m’tired..” you murmur, spreading out like a starfish in his lap. he’d pout, laughing at you. “well sunshine, it’s time for bed! no wonder why!” felix will come up to the counter, sitting on top of it while watching you. “what’s up chickadee!” you turning and smiling at him, looking at his pajamas and slippers on his feet. “what’s up with you bun-bun, you’re up early!” his hands coming up to his face, blushing at the nickname with a big bunny smile.

with seungmin obviously you call him minnie but something about you calling him pretty boy will make him so shy. he blushes instantly at your words and turn into a mess, especially if you give him a kiss or play with his hair after. i think seungmin would call you bubby or mousey, the names rolling off his tongue naturally when he first started to call you that. “minnie!! can you come here real quick!!” you call, he’s already out of his room and down the hallway to come to you. you’re probably on the couch and he’ll join you. “hey mousey!! what’d ya’ need?” he’d ask, cuddling into you, and just running a hand through his hair, smiling. “nothing minnie, just wanted you.” he’ll be leading you around the store, leaning on the cart, in pajamas at two in the morning. your tired appearance contrasts his excited appearance, he’ll be standing looking at the bags of snacks in front of him before side hugging you. “bubby wake up!!” he says excitedly, way too excited at this hour. “you tire me out pretty boy.” seungmin literally beaming at your nickname, already leading you to the next aisle.

to start it off with his, jeongin uses this all of the time, regardless of where you two are at or how loud he says it, he calls you dummy. he’ll say it and then smile, a literal demon. he also calls you pet, for whatever reason, pet stuck with you. you call him puppy, but think of a chihuahua who doesn’t stop barking, that’s exactly what you mean. you also call him hon, giving his cheeks a little squish. you two will be brushing your teeth together, side by side, jeongin will have his toothbrush in his mouth. “dummy, you have toothpaste everywhere.” he says, pointing at the paste dribbling down your chin. “hon, sorry, but i hate you.” you mumbled, spitting out your toothpaste in the sink and cleaning your face. “pet!!” he whines, pouting at you. “puppy..!! what!!” you exclaim, pretending to be annoyed. “can you get me water?” he gives you his little sad eyes, you frowning and groaning as you got up from bed to go retrieve his request.

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Stray Kids: Celebrating Their S/o's Birthday

A/n: this was requested by @9staytiny8-allie-5moarmy7 this was such a cute idea! I hope you like it! I got a little carried away with jinnie’s and chan’s lol

Bangchan:

The ringing of your phone brought your attention away from your schoolwork. The familiar sound of your boyfriend’s verse in ‘WOW’ filled the room making you laugh. “Hey! Are you home?” Chan said as you enabled video chat.

“Yeah, I got home about an hour ago. Are you in the car?”

He nodded and adjusted his phone. “So, I know we couldn’t be together for your birthday because I’m on tour and I’m really sorry.” He sighed, a frown on his face. It was a little disappointing Chan wasn’t here, but you had finally accepted the fact that he wasn’t going to be home. “Chan, don’t apologize! It’s fine! We’ve only been going out a couple months. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I’m going to call you when I get back to the hotel in about thirty minutes. Put on something nice!”

Confused you nodded and smiled at him before he hung up. Following your boyfriend’s direction you put on some makeup and put on a nice dress. Just as he said Chan called you back, this time on your laptop. When you answered you laughed seeing Chan in a nice suit. “Happy Birthday, baby girl!”

“Chan! What are you doing?”

“You and I are going to have a special birthday dinner to celebrate.”

“But how-” Suddenly your doorbell rang. Chan smiled and pulled a plate in front of him, probably from room service. “You better get that, baby.” Standing, you answered the door to see a man holding takeout from your favorite restaurant. He told you someone had already paid for the meal. Quickly, you ran back to Chan on your laptop.

“Chan you are the best. This is the best gift ever!”

“Oh, your gift is still in the mail. Don’t worry.”

Minho:

“Y/n! Hey, honey, open the door!” Your brows furrowed hearing your boyfriend's voice from outside your apartment. Getting off the couch, you walked over and opened the door. There stood Minho carrying one very large birthday bag and a cat carrier. He also had a cat strapped to his chest in one of those baby slings and another peeking over his shoulder

“You brought the cats?” You said with a laugh.

“This is a family affair. Of course, I brought our children.”

You laughed as he walked into your apartment and started to let his cats down. You thought it was cute that you had only been dating for six months yet he considered you a second parent to Soongi, Doongi, and Doori.

Minho watched his little cats explore your apartment before turning to you. “Am I cooking or ordering, because your cute little butt is not lifting a finger tonight.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around you.

“Will you order in? I want cuddles.”

“Of course!”

“Can it be pizza and sides?”

“....Sure!”

You laughed as he pulled out his phone and ordered the pizza. He followed you as you plopped down on the couch, pulling him down with you. A cat soon followed jumping up on your stomach. Happily, the two of you sat on your couch with your kitty children and snacking on pizza.

Changbin:

You checked yourself in the mirror one last time. Changbin would be here any minute to pick you up. You had been together for almost a year now, but you still got nervous before going out with him. “I should change my lipstick. This is way too dark.”

Before you could return to your makeup to change, someone knocked on the door. With a nervous smile, you opened the door to see Changbin dressed in a nice suit. “Wow, you look...incredible. Happy Birthday, gorgeous.” He handed you the prettiest bouquet of flowers you had ever seen.

“You ready to go?” He asked with a bright smile, looking you up and down. You watched him nervously wring his hands together with a cute smile. After nodding, he offered you his arm and escorted you to his car. On the way to the restaurant, you were surprised with a playlist filled with all of your favorite songs made by him.

“My lady,” Changbin said opening your door. “Thank you, my good sir.” Looping your arm through his, he led you into the very nice restaurant. Your eyes widened, when you saw the expensive decor and the trays of fancy appetizers

“Bin, you didn’t have to do this!” You said as the waiter led the two of you to a secluded booth. He shrugged and sat down pulling out the menu.

“It’s your birthday, gorgeous. Order anything you want. Also little heads up, I told them to sing when they bring the champagne.”

“Bin!”

Hyunjin:

“Okay, get dressed. We are going out,” Hyunjin said walking into your bedroom. “Umm excuse you? When did you even get here?” Hyunjin being the dramatic ass he was slammed your bedroom door letting his jaw drop.

“No, no, no, no, no. You aren’t turning this on me. I’m the one who just found out through Snapchat that it’s your birthday today!”

You laughed as he walked over to your closet and started searching through your clothes. You had only been dating for a couple of weeks so you didn’t really think Hyunjin would care so much if you just let the day slip by. You certainly hadn’t expected him to barge into your apartment unannounced.“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But, I don’t want you to spend money on me, okay? You worked really hard. Don’t spend it on me.”

“LET ME SPOIL YOU, WOMAN. WE MUST HONOR THE DAY YOU CAME TO THIS EARTH!”

You laughed as he tossed a dress at you. “Hyunjin, I don’t really want to go out.” He sighed and reluctantly put the dress back in your closet when you threw it back to him. You watched your boyfriend fall back onto your bed, clearly exasperated.

“Y/n if you don’t let me do something for your birthday I’ll jump off your balcony.” Instead of responding you just turned back to your homework. Your eyes widened hearing your sliding door open. “I’m not kidding, I’ll do it.” Hyunjin stood facing you on the ledge of your balcony, a completely serious look on his handsome face. “Fine. Do it.” Without questioning it, Hyunjin fell backward off the balcony. “OW!” He yelped. Quickly you rushed over to the balcony to see Hyunjin lying on the grass about four feet below. “Did you forget I live on the first floor?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you come back in and I’ll let you buy me a pizza?”

Jisung:

Today had not been the best of days. Your professor gave you a four-page paper due in two days and your landlord just told you he was increasing your rent next month. On top of that, it seems your parents had forgotten your birthday. And much to your disappointment, it seems your boyfriend had too. The two of you had exchanged numerous texts today despite his busy schedule, and yet he didn’t even say ‘Happy Birthday’.

You really just wanted to heat up some leftovers and go to bed early. Finally, the key turned in your lock to reveal your dark apartment. That’s funny. You were almost certain you left a light on in the living room. Then you noticed the extra pair of shoes by the door. “Jisung? Are you here?” Then you heard footsteps shuffle in from the kitchen.

“Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Y/n! Happy Birthday to you!”

You almost cried seeing Jisung carrying in a lit birthday cake from your kitchen. You never should have doubted him. You knew he wouldn’t forget the first birthday you spent together. “Happy birthday, baby.” He said standing in front of you with the cake, his cute smile lighting the room up brighter than the candles. Wiping away a tear, you blew out the candles and set the cake down on the table wrapping him up in a hug.

“I thought you forgot.”

“Never, baby. I’m gonna be here for so many birthdays that you’ll get sick of me.”

You laughed as he kissed the top of your head. This was one of the best birthdays ever thanks to Jisung. “Thank you, Sungie. I’ve got a present for you in return.” He smiled when you leaned up and pressed your lips to his.

“Hey! It’s your birthday! Leave the present giving to me!” He said as he attacked your lips and face with kisses, making you laugh.

Felix:

“DON’T COME IN THE KITCHEN!” Your boyfriend, Felix, shouted at you in your bedroom. He had locked you in there claiming to ‘need time to prepare your birthday surprise’. While you and Felix had only been dating about three months, you had been friends much longer. And it genuinely scared you that Felix was alone in your kitchen with knives, and potential fire, and.....well that was about it. You were okay if he made your food taste bad.

Several nerve-wracking sounds came from your kitchen and all you could do was nervously sit on your bed. “Felix are you done yet?” You called checking the time. He had been at this close to two hours now.

“Almost! I’m plating!”

“You know what plating is?”

“Yeah, I saw it on CHOPPED.”

After a few more minutes, Felix called out again. “Okay, you can come out now, Y/n!” Smiling, you opened your door and walked into your relatively small kitchen. When you walked in you were greeted with your boyfriend doing a silly little dance as he sprinkled cheese on top of the plates.

“Felix, oh my god! This is incredible!” The plates were gorgeously plated with your absolute favorite meal. And when you looked around your kitchen was perfectly intact. Felix wrapped you up in a hug and kissed your forehead.

“Happy birthday, love.”

Seungmin:

Come outside.

You shrugged looking at the text from your boyfriend. It wasn’t unusual for him to text you this late, but it was weird for Seungmin to send you something like this. Throwing on a sweater and slipping on some shoes you headed outside your dorm. Seungmin’s ringtone startled you as you stood alone in the dark outside.

“Minnie, what’s going on?”

“Hey, you see the JYP van?” He asked. You could hear the smile in his voice. A smile slipped onto your face when you spotted the gray van Stray Kids ride around in parked under a streetlight.

“Yeah,”

“Well, hurry up, dummy.”

Jogging over you were greeted by one of the JYP security guys getting out of the driver’s side door. He smiled and opened up the sliding door revealing your smiling boyfriend in the back. When the door opened he started to sing happy birthday to you, his amazing voice floating out into the empty college dorm parking lot.

When he was finished he joyfully pulled you in to sit with him in the back of the van. You laughed when the security closed the door giving you two some privacy. “So, on the way home, I picked up takeout and told the driver to drop the guys off and then bring me here.” He was too cute. He smiled when you cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

“Thank you, Seungmin. This is the best birthday present ever.”

Jeongin:

Hey, baby! Can you pick up some drinks for me and the boys on your way back from class?

You smiled seeing the text from your boyfriend. Both of you had a busy schedule, him with his schedules and you with class. He had often sent you this kind of message as an excuse to see you. You thought it was really cute.

Yeah! I’ll be there in 20!

Twenty minutes later you were carrying eight drinks in two carriers up to the JYP practice room. When you entered the room was dark and you heard whispers in the back. “Um......guys? Are you in here?” Feeling around for the table near the door you set the drinks down. And there was a light switch around here somewhere.

“SURPRISE!”

You jumped hearing the eight boys scream when you turned on the lights. Turning around you saw your boyfriend’s dark hair running towards you, a big bright happy smile on his face. “Happy birthday, Y/n!” He cheered wrapping you up in a big hug.

“Jeongin, you did this all for me?” He smiled and nodded, laughing when you started peppering kisses all over his face. When you had finished he led you over to the other boys who each gave you their own version of a happy birthday wish. Jeongin got a little worried you had stopped breathing during Changbin’s bone-crushing hug.

“Jeongin this is the best surprise party ever! Thank you so much for doing this for me!”

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