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this part of the commercial is actually completely and utterly inaccurate because the hotel was called the happy hotel when charlie was proposing the idea to katie killjoy. also I have questions, how the fuck did alastor get this part in

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Will only gets there...

with sounds, gotta moan and scream loudly

with dirty talk, gotta talk through it

if his very specific spot is stimulated

through visuals, gotta do some nasty poses and faces

Voting ended onMay 16, 2025

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The dancing in the kitchen one is perfect for Bumswiftery! I'd love to see your take on it when you get the chance!

Okay admittedly this is only Skitlets and Swifty isn't actually coming in but they are very certainly all together. And it just fit very well with Bumlets and Skittery...

Enjoy!

(Also a bit explicit makeout session if anyone doesn't want to read it, but it's just short)

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Teaching Gymnastics and doing them himself had stressed Bumlets more than usual, today, not just because some parents were apparently convinced their kid didn’t need safety measures and was already a gold medallist, but also because one of his gymnast friends had almost fallen very badly, if it hadn’t been for their spotter. He was first home, as typical for a Wednesday though, so he had gotten groceries on the way back, intending to de-stress with cooking a big dinner for his boyfriends. He’d started a mix of folk and classical music and already breathed a bit easier, partly dancing through the kitchen as he prepared the chicken and the sauce. Chicken filets in a white wine-cream-honey sauce with some herbs Swifty grew in the garden, corn on the side and, since the chicken had to stew for almost two hours, he thought he might as well make some pan. He was there already anyways and should at least kinda keep an eye on the oven.

That was also where Skittery found him, almost done with preparing the pan to be cooked as well, some flour down his arms and humming to the end of a song from Beethoven.

“Welcome home, ángel.”

“I see you’ve been cooking like crazy. Was everything okay?” While it wasn’t always the case, Bumlets did have the tendency to cook when he was stressed or worn out.

And he was right, admittedly. Sometimes it was annoying that he couldn’t hide anything, but it was largely overshadowed by the warmth he felt in knowing they all knew each other so perfectly well. “Almost injury in gymnastics today.” As Skittery instantly came closer, just throwing his bag on the counter, Bumlets held up his hands. “Not me. I swear nothing happened to me, Mica. Just a friend, it’s always scary to see it happen.”

Skittery kissed his cheek. “If you say so.”

Bumlets smiled and put the pan to bake, washing his hands so he could lean up and hold Skittery’s face, kissing him back. “I am. And you being here helps even more.”

He heard the faint first notes of a waltz he knew and had danced to before, one of Shostakovich’s most famous works and started to sway back and forth, holding Skittery’s hand now. “Dance with me, mi vida.”

Between the heat coming out of the oven, the music filtering into the room from the speakers, Bumlets pulled Skittery into a waltz, his hand on Skittery’s side to lead, because Skittery could classically dance as well, mostly at least, but he’d always been better when not having to lead. As if they were dancing in a giant ballroom, he turned them around the kitchen island, dipping Skittery at the appropriate times and revelling in the faint blush on his face.

“You don’t have to make me feel like a princess.”

“But I want to.” The music grew louder, and he moved them a bit faster. “What kind of princess is it? The one that snuck into the ball in a wonderful mask, and no one knows who she is? The princess already tired of having to choose suitors and getting swept off her feet? Or the one that never knew she was a princess at all?”

Skittery laughed, almost messing up a step. “Depends which princess gets the handsome prince.”

“All of them, I’d find you no matter what.” He dipped Skittery for the end of the song and pecked him on the lips.

“God you’re such a romantic.”, Skittery teased, but his wide wonderful smile betrayed how much he loved it.

“And you love me for it.”

A bit out of breath after the fast waltz, Bumlets pulled Skittery up and crowded him against the counter, kissing his cheek this time. “You’re making a pretty princess no matter what, Mica. And thank you for cheering me up.”

“The things I do for kisses.” He grinned and put a hand on Bumlets’ waist this time, blush still on his face and hair slightly messy, inviting Bumlets to bury his hands in it and pull him into a deeper kiss.

After years they knew how to move together, Bumlets pulling slightly on Skittery’s hair, using the following gasp to tangle their tongues together. No matter how long it was, he still felt like it was brand new, soothing fire burning under every touch, every point of contact.

He grabbed Skittery under his arms and lifted him onto the counter, Skittery pushing him back just a bit to find his balance. “It’s so hot you can just do that.”, he murmured before going into a kiss again, Bumlets between his legs and pulling his head down just perfectly.

His hands roamed under Skittery’s shirt, pressing just slightly into the places he knew he’d last left hickeys or small bites at, eating up the moans they pulled out of his boyfriend.

They were so focused on their makeout session it took them a few moments to hear the ringing that slowly grew louder, at least until Bumlets had to rip his hands out of his boyfriend’s shirt with wide eyes. “Mierda, mi pollo!”

He ran to put the oven out, blindly grabbing for his oven mitts. The pan was probably done too, he really should have paid attention-

“Bum, I swear you can’t just kiss me like that and then leave me hangin’.”

“Sorry, it really needs to get out of the oven.” He grabbed the hot pot and put it on the oven top instead, then turning to the bread, which luckily didn’t look burned. “But I’m really sorry, ángel.”

Skittery sighed, but didn’t leave his place on the counter, swinging his legs a bit. “Just come kiss me again after.”

“Of course, mi amor.”

He got everything set, the chicken would definitely need to be eaten sometime in the next half hour – or he could heat it again at lower heat in the oven, probably – and the pan looked good, so he could without any bad feeling go back to his boyfriend. He kissed his cheeks in apology, having to get on his tiptoes a bit to reach as Skittery was pretending to be pouty. “I’m really sorry, doll. Let me make it up to you.”

“Let’s just eat first. Vince is gonna come soon anyways. Think I heard the door.”

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I already built the second tower for my minecraft kingdom project thing, honestly pretty fun?

the towers aren't perfect, but I just wanted to use my own creativity without using tutorials

anyway brb (still have to work on my railway system)

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