#*chanting noises* feed the boy! feed the boy!!!!!

[espurr-roba]

"Resenting! DDD Riku eating Dream Eater sweets."

@ribbonfly tumblr ate the ask AGAIN, but I got it through email this time mweheheh

[ellecdc]

*chanting* One of Us

request from @redeyesthicthighs : I was thinking about a fox animagus… maybe a slytherin reader, in England red foxes can be seen as more of a pest & reader using the pest title as a way to get away with shit in her animagus form. maybe the boys don’t know it’s an animagus they are seeing high tailing it out of rooms after some disaster has struck but it’s happened now one too many times to be a coincidence

poly!prongsfoot x animagus!reader who is totally one of them [1.2k words]

CW: implied fem!reader, feeding laxatives to birds (is not cool, do not do this)

“Well,” Lily announced with a sigh as she sat down heavily beside Remus at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, across from James and Sirius, “your little pet was at it again.” 

“Now, that’s no way to talk about Pete, Evans.” Sirius chided, causing Peter to nearly choke on the bite he just took as he made to defend himself. 

“Not him, you sod.” She grumbled, though Sirius could see the ghost of the smirk she was working hard to fight off. “That pesky little fox you guys love so much.”

At this, both Sirius and James froze, the latter letting his fork fall from mid-air and the former placing his cup of pumpkin juice rather forcefully beside his plate.

“She was back!?” They chorused, causing Remus to snort.

“She? How do you know it’s a she?”

“Just a hunch.” James offered with a shrug whilst Sirius grilled Lily.

“Where? When?”

“Here we go…” Remus muttered. 

“The greenhouses. When I got to Herbology, Professor Sprout was chasing it-”

“-her-” James corrected.

“-her out of greenhouse three,” Lily continued, narrowing her eyes at the Head Boy to her Head Girl, “she’d eaten all the shrivelfig fruit, dug up all the knotgrass, and made herself a little nest out of the dittany! It took the whole class period just to help the Professor clean and repot everything.”

And though Sirius could tell Lily was quite perturbed by the whole thing, he couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped his lips. “Okay, that’s the fourth time this week alone.”

“Fourth time, what?” Peter asked then.

Sirius and James shared a smirk before turning back to their friends. “The fox is one of us.” James declared.

“One…of us?” Remus asked slowly, clearly not following. 

“She’s a fellow prankster.” Sirius offered simply.

Lily snorted. “I hardly think a fox doing very fox-like things constitutes pranking, boys. They’re known to be pests.”

“You take that back!” James hollered rather suddenly, causing Lily to recoil slightly and Sirius to wrap a comforting arm around his waist in consolation. 

“I think this fox is a little more mischievous than typical foxes.” Sirius clarified. “Earlier this week, she could be found in the library stealing nearly finished essays right out of the hands of Mulciber, Avery, and Snape before tossing the torn up parchment into the fire.” 

“There’s no way that was accidental.” James stated solemnly. “And after Gilderoy Lockhart was heard bragging in the courtyard that he’d snogged nearly half of the school, the fox chased him in circles before she tripped him, causing him to land right in the fountain!”

“Oh, and you should have seen the look on Filch’s face when he found muddy paw prints all over the Trophy Room, right after he’d given some first year Hufflepuff’s detention for “snickering too loudly” - outside, mind you - and made them clean the entire room without magic.” Sirius continued, still rather indignant on the first years’ behalf. 

“Well…ripping parchment, tracking mud, and running around are all typical fox behaviours.” Peter tried, but both Lily and Remus hummed thoughtfully. 

“No, no…I think you’re right, James.” Remus offered, looking at James pointedly. “I think you’re absolutely right, she is ‘one of us’.” 

Padfoot did his best to hold his breath when he heard movement in the greenhouses, recognizing that the noise wasn't coming from where he’d left James under the invisibility cloak. 

Sure enough, after the sounds of snuffling and foliage rustling ceased, a small red fox popped out between two large bushes. 

An excited yip left her mouth as she hopped up onto the workbenches, carefully tiptoeing - if foxes could even do such a thing - around everyone’s pots until she made it to McLaggen’s workbench, knocking the pots clean off before they fell with a shatter to the stone floor, terracotta splintering and soil spilling out of them as the fox looked over the edge to appreciate her handiwork.  

Padfoot took that moment to step out from his hiding spot, making it almost right under the foxes nose before she happened to notice that she wasn’t alone. She arched her back not unlike a Halloween cat and made some sort of breathy spitting sound before she spun on the spot and made to launch herself off of the table in the opposite direction.

Unfortunately for her, James had been standing on the other side of the bench waiting for her to do just that, catching the fox in a throw blanket from their dorm and wrapping it tightly around her. 

“Easy, easy. Oi! You’re fine!” James placated, wrestling with the fumbling ball of linen before arranging it so the foxes body remained snuggly in the blanket but her head poked out. “No biting.”

James flinched at a snap of her jaw, though Padfoot noticed she didn’t even try to reach for the hand that was currently holding the blanket shut which was well within her reach - she didn’t actually want to bite him. 

Padfoot shifted back into Sirius and leaned his elbows against the workbench. “You’ve been giving us a run for our money with the mischief.” He commented, causing the fox’s head to whip towards him where her eyes narrowed comically. “I’d say I’m miffed but, I hate lying.”

If foxes could scoff, this one just did. 

“The jig is up, L/N.” James whispered, causing the fox to return her attention back to James as she stared at him incredulously, Sirius’ lips twisting into a smirk. James had been hiding under the invisibility cloak with the map as they waited…he’d seen exactly who it was that was sneaking into the greenhouse. 

“Don’t worry,” Sirius called over to gain your attention, “your secret is safe with us.” And to punctuate his point, he spun on the spot to turn back into Padfoot to prove that - Remus had been right - you were one of them.

You let out what had to be a sigh as you went no bones in James’ hold - clearly in capitulation - as he released you from your blanketed prison and placed you back onto the workbench. 

You melted back into your human form, sitting prettily on the edge of the table with your legs crossed looking casual for all intents and purposes as you looked between James and what was now once again Sirius. 

“Why foil my fun just to promise not to tell?” You asked sceptically. 

“Oh, you misunderstand, gorgeous,” Sirius drawled, relishing in the way your burning gaze narrowed at his endearment (or for insinuating you’d been wrong about something, Sirius wasn’t sure), “we don’t want to foil your fun at all.”

“We want in.” James explained, a wicked glint in his eye (that never failed to turn Sirius on) as he smiled at you.

And that's how the following day, one could find a fox and large black dog near the Black Lake herding a flock of seagulls - that had just feasted on chips dusted with heavy amounts of fibre - towards a group of unsuspecting fifth years who had just destroyed some first years’ forts built out of branches for a laugh.

Well who’s laughing now?

(James, mostly, from his place at the bridge where he watched the chaos from a safe distance from the eliminating birds.)

[hitomisuzuya]

Soft smut with Aventurine, I want to praise him, tell him how much I love him, and how he’s doing so well for me

I wasn’t sure if you were taking requests from Aventurine but then I saw what you just posted

If you don’t want to write this feel free to ignore!!

Anyways I love your writing so much and I’m glad you’ve picked up writing for Aven, now one of my favorite writers writes for by far my two favorite characters to read about :)

Aventurine x fem!reader. Soft smut. Cunnilingus. Praise. Pussy drunk! Aventurine. Aventurine cums from praise.

I am always taking requests for Aventurine. I want to spoil him with praise, so he cums from it. Spoiling him is the name of the game, isn't it? Thank you🥺❤️

It was Aventurine who seduced you into this position, using his silver tongue and teasing phrases that made you red faced and flustered. However, as his hand caressed your inner thigh, his eyes glinting satisfied hearing your shaky moan as he parted your folds with his tongue, you did something that softened the playful look in his eyes.

You'd reached down to stroke his hair. It was such a tender, and loving action. One that made that usual playful look melt into one of complete adoration. Adoration for you.

Aventurine sighed into your cunt, content as you ran your fingers through his hair again. A soft moan of pleasure escaped your parted lips, pleasure spiking through you as he lovingly kitten licked your clit. His eyes were trained on your every movement, ears keenly focused on your noises.

Between your thighs, he was looking up at you like you are the center of his whole world. Without you, he would have nothing left to grasp onto and cling to. It was hard for him to feel vulnerable, but you made him secure enough to show vulnerability.

And it was liberating for him.

Your back arched off the bed, your hips rolling up into his mouth as he latched his lips around your clit. The prodding and licking of his tongue sent your clit throbbing, louder noises of pleasure for Aventurine to feed off of keened from you.

"Y-You are doing so good for me," You stumbled over your words. And Aventurine loves when you do that. That told him he was really making you feel good.

He groaned into your cunt, his mouth leaving your clit. He flicked his tongue at your hole, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head feeling it clench around the tip of his tongue. He slowly lapped at your hole, moaning huskily as you pushed his face further onto your cunt.

Aventurine's fingers trembled as he held your thighs apart. Your body was starting to tremble in his hands, your legs shaking as you grinded against his mouth. "Good boy, Aventurine. Your tongue feels so good," Hearing more of your praise made his tongue feel more ravenous.

His cock pulsed hard between his legs, muffling the sweetest whimper into your cunt as he rutted into the mattress. He knew you were eager to please him too, but that was the furthest thing from his mind. He was soaking up your words of praise, lapping and sucking, starved.

"Please," Aventurine groaned, swirling his tongue around your clit as he held your cunt against his mouth, determined to soak the taste of you on his tongue. "I need to hear it," With every fiber of his being.

He couldn't even be embarrassed about already being so close to cumming just from hearing your praise. But he couldn't get enough of it. He knew it wouldn't take the much to push him over the edge.

"I-I--" Pleasure quaked so strongly through you that you stumbled over your words again. Aventurine vibrated a moan of anticipation on your clit. "I love you, Aventurine I love you so much!"

He moaned like he had just heard the one thing he'd been waiting to hear all his life.

"Good boy, good boy," Your words keened another whimper from Aventurine. "I'm so close, please don't stop!" You were writhing on the bed, your fingers urgently tugging on his soft hair.

Your pleas, utter praise, and chants of good boy finally pushed him over the edge. His body shook as cum soaked his pants. He rode out his orgasm by further tasting you. His tongue was frenzied on your clit.

He was determined to be worthy of soaking up and basking in your praise. And the way you looked at him, your body trembling in the wake of your orgasm told him that he deserves it.

[kairiscorner]

CONGRATS ON 1.5K POOKIE ‼️❤️😼😼

if u have time i wanna like request a 42!miles x reader where reader hears some girls shit talking miles about random stuff u pick !! and then she gets like super mad at confronts them and it turns into like this bigass fight a crowd forms and everything and maybe it could be like outside the building where miles is and him and ganke are eating and they hear the noises and stuff and miles is like “wtf is that.. 🌚” and ganke looks out the window and he’s just like “bro it’s ur girl what the fuck.. ⁉️⁉️😨⁉️” and miles is just like 🏃‍♀️💨 and pushes the big ass crowd away n sees his girlfriend beating the shit out of the person and he like breaks it up and takes her out of the area and she explains the whole thing ab how it was ab him and he’s jus like “you don’t even know how much i love you what the hell. ⁉️⁉️😣” and it’s just fluffy in the end ????

HELP WHY DID I MAKE THIS SO SPECIFIC.. if this is like too long don’t even worry about it pookie you already feed me enough w all ur fics im in LOOVVVEVEVE !! anyways congrats again 😼😼

say that again to my face. — miles 42 x fem!reader

summary: sometimes, people forget that they should be minding their own business instead of giving their unsolicited opinions on matters they have nothing good to say about—and especially not to offend a guy's girlfriend by shit talking her boy when she's not taking any of your shit. pairing: miles 42 x fem!reader genre: slight angst and comfort word count: 1,519 author's note: AWW POOKIE, THANKIES !! man ngl, i like the thought of reader being the type of person to not take your shit and be the defender this time instead of miles, HE DESERVES SOMEBODY WHO'S WILLING TO GET HURT FOR HIM, TOO, OKAY !!! omg i hope you like this 💖💖💖

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

the shuffling of feet and excited, worried clamoring of other students as they drew more attention to the occurrence outside of the school building was creating more and more tension as nearly everyone exited the cafeteria and went outside to the school grounds. "what's... going on?" miles asked ganke as they exited the cafeteria, with ganke's eyes widening as he got a good look of what was going on and who exactly was the center of attention right now for a not-so good reason. he grabbed miles by the shoulders and dragged him to a spot where he could view the chaos a little better. "dude, it's your girl, she's going crazy on this other girl!" he exclaimed with a rushed voice, worried for you as much as miles should've been, had he known it was you all along being gathered around and filmed as chaos ensued.

as soon as miles heard that his girl was getting some unwanted attention–having a whole crowd surround her–he had to get her out of there immediately. he wove his way through the people filming, cheering and chanting, and merely watching as you throttled this girl you were fighting the best you could–repeating to her as she exclaimed and tried fighting you back: 'what, too scared to say it again? huh? i'll show you who you're messing with this time, bitch!' the crowd went wild hearing you cuss, it wasn't rare for you to cuss since practically everyone was aware you weren't the most innocent person around—but you were definitely a sweetheart, to the right people; no one could believe you were capable of hurting someone this badly, not even miles could believe you were saying all these awful things that sounded so uncharacteristic of you. as miles made his way towards you, his eyes widened, his heart sinking in his stomach as he watched you wrestle with this other girl and screaming at her–hurling insults and taunts at her through teary eyes, yelling out in pain as she pulled at your hair and tried scratching at your face.

"mi cielo, enough!" he exclaimed as he dashed over to you, nearly tripping over as he got in between you two and took the other girl's hits for you. ganke had made his way through the crowd and helped you up, with miles telling everyone the fight was over, there was nothing left to watch, as he jogged off to see you by the infirmary as the crowd gathered around the girl fighting with you just earlier. after you got patched up, ganke left you and miles to have a talk together. miles founs it very out of character for you to have done what you did–after all, you hated violence; there was no way you would've fought that girl for no reason, not unless it was a good reason. "babe, please... what happened?" miles asked you in a soft, worried tone as he placed his hand on your arm and gently caressed you, rubbing your arm slowly up and down, hoping you'd answer when you were ready.

you took in a deep breath and pulled out your phone. "i know this isn't the most justified reason, but, miles... watch this." you told him as you unlocked your phone, scrolled over to your gallery and clicked on a recently taken video of you on the thumbnail. miles obliged and took the phone from your hands, watching the video as it played out. the video started off as a sweet little video message you were gonna send miles, a cute little short of showing him the dance moves you were practicing for fun and ask him what he thought–you were filming this by the sinks at the girl's comfort room, with nobody else there–until midway in the video, a couple of popular kids that used to bully you had entered, and you soon took your phone away, forgetting to pause the recording.

you remained silent and pretended to wash your hands, propping your phone down as you washed your hands to cover up anything else you were doing earlier, not wanting to attract these girls' attention. they were in deep conversation about such shallow things–boys, clothes, victims of their bullying escapades and laughing at their poor, pitiful faces–and you were getting all the more disgusted the longer you heard them. one of the girls then mentioned a name you were quite familiar with, it was, of course, your boyfriend's name.

"oh, yeah, that morales kid... he's kinda weird, not gonna lie." said the girl, causing you to involuntarily look their way. the other girls agreed, stating that he seemed too quiet or too cringy in his outfits, in his shoes, in his choice of friends–or in their eyes, his lack thereof. they cackled to themselves how, for a cute boy from middle school, he ended up seeming like a real 'weirdo'. "it's such a shame... i honestly found his whole little sweetheart act in middle school so adorable, now he's just a killjoy. guess his dad not being around taught him how to turn girls away from him instead of making him even a bit likeable." "what did you say?" you butt in, drying your hands, the camera still rolling and you not noticing.

the girls looked your way with quizzical looks in their eyes, they don't remember you since you had quite the difference in your appearance from when they bullied you a few years ago, but nonetheless, you seemed like a bug to them–a pest–like every other kid at this school that was at their disposal. the girl rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing you up and down. "who are you?" "not important. now, what did you say again?" you asked her, your eyes narrowing at her, with her eyes narrowing down at yours. the girl chuckled and sauntered over to you, her face in the frame now–looking completely different than the beaten and battered girl from earlier. she smirked at you and neared her face to yours, which was still scowling at her. "i get it... you like him, don't you? figures, a little... nobody like you with a little freak like him, acting like little weirdos that think they're more than muck in gutters, thinking they're hot shit for standing up to me–" and with that, your nostrils flared as you fumed, and grabbed at her hair; furious that she had the gall to talk to you that way.

miles watched incredulously as you kept pulling the girl's hair, practically screaming at her to say what she said again as the girl retaliated and slapped at your hands, yelling for the girls with her to get you off her–but those girls did nothing to help. they walked out of the comfort room and presumably ran off out the halls to avoid your wrath. and after some roughhousing... you two ended up at the school grounds, where that all went down. after watching, miles looked at you with pain in his eyes; guilty tears soon filling his eyes as shameful tears filled yours as you clung on to miles' sleeve.

"babe, i'm sorry... nothing will ever make this better, but i... i never meant to hurt her, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to cause a scene, i... i just couldn't bear to have them say that to you..." you mumbled out in choked sobs as you began to cry. miles shushed you and wiped the tears from your eyes, cupping your face and holding you close to him as he set your phone away. "mi amor... i'm sorry, i'm sorry you... oh, i can't even... you didn't have to do that for me. i... i'm okay with being labelled as a weirdo, a freak–just as long as you don't get hurt. that's all i want... i love you more than you could ever know, you don't even... i love you, mi vida..." he whispered as he kissed your forehead, eliciting more tears to fall down your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tightly.

if he was gonna be honest, if someone else said the same things about you, miles would not hesitate to have done as you did–confront those assholes and show them what's what; but having that fone for him felt so... different. he felt guilty, somehow, that you got hurt and hurt someone for him–risked getting disciplinary action for him and getting a lot of people against you for him. he wants to make it up to you, but all he can do now is be here in the moment and reassure you that, no matter what other people may think of him, nothing matters to him as long as he has you by his side to be his strength to keep fighting every day and live. he'd gladly wear the title of 'freaky little weirdo' while hand-in-hand with you–because as long as you'd be safe, as long as you'd be okay, that's all that matters to him–nothing else, just you and him together.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @onginlove @meowmoraless @euphovlq

[jkholmes]

And then there were.... ! Part 1

These last 3 months of your pregnancy were difficult your bump was large, too large for 8 months pregnant, you looked like you were closer to ten. You had heard the speculation around the court the sly whispers that you were probably pregnant before your wedding to Prince Aemond 8 months ago. You were trying to cuckold him with a bastard. Though Aemond paid no heed to these taunts. He knew you were a maiden on your wedding night his cock had borne the evidence. There was no way the child was not his own. He figured you were probably carrying twins as they ran in the family and the Maesters said it was most likely.

You sat in your apartments resting for the afternoon as you had taken to do lately. You held your large stomach and softly spoke to the love within "im sure they must be at least 2 of you in there".

Suddenly you felt a rush of liquid pool in your skirts your water had broken and Aemond was away.

"Help" you screamed when the chambermaid came in to see you and immediately rushed out to fetch the queen and the midwives.

Elsewhere flying high across Westeros atop Vhagar, Aemond headed north when the dragon made a sharp turn backwards. No matter how much he demanded and veered for recourse she headed straight back in the direction of kings landing. She had never disobeyed before, something must be wrong. Upon their landing above the Red Keep Aemond heard the piercing noise of his beloved screaming. Vhagar was right, you were in labour.

Your bedroom door burst open and your husband rushed to your side his handsome face contorted in worry. "My beloved I am here"

"Push princess, push" chanted Alicent.

"I am fucking pushing" you sneered and through gritted teeth you pushed out a head from your body. Aemond watched you in awe and anticipation as you pushed the rest of the little one from yourself to a mewling cry fom the babe.

"A Prince my love" uttered Aemond as he held the bundle who already sported a tuft of white hair, close to his chest and your saw a tear fall from his eye. As you ascended euphoria and reached out for your son a sharp pain hit you just like before and your screamed, "Aemond another is coming"

Passing his son to his mother and thinking how the rumour spreaders could go fuck themselves he came to your side, again holding your hand.

"You can do this my beloved once more"

"Fuck you Aemond!

"You did my love, thats why we are here" he commented.

"Aemond" hissed alicent.

You pushed again and out came a head followed by a body and a little cry filled the room once more.

"Another Prince! my darling, my love" said Aemond.

As your body fell back to the pillows you demanded to hold your little princes. They were placed into your arms and you wondered at them. Aemond at your side he could not decide who to stare at more you or his sons.

As you placed your sons against your breast and offered yourself to them they latched onto you and began to feed.

Pain, another pain you hissed "no it can't be!...... Aemond take them" he quickly took the boys from your arms as they wailed from their disturbed feed.

"What is it my love?"

"Again! again! there's another!!!"

"Are you sure my beloved??" Questioned Aemond.

"Yes I'm fucking sure!! its my vagina!!!" You snapped.

You writhed and screamed during what was hopefully, the last labour and ignoring your fatigue, at long last you birthed the child. The head followed by the body as Aemond locked eyes with you and fell to his knees.

"What is it? what's wrong?" You pleaded. Then you heard the cry and finally released the breath you had not known you'd been holding.

"Another Prince my dear" called Alicent

And from the floor still on his knees in worship of you and pure disbelief "the three headed dragon" whispered Aemond.

His sons, his dragons! Just like the targaryen sigil.

[clone-lover]

Water fall showers

Tbb head cannons + Boba Fett and Rex

This was definitely made in a fever dream but it was a good idea so... Enjoys your boys showering in the waterfalls

Masterlist

Crosshair:

This man is definitely bathing in a hot spring waterfall. Individual circular pools pouring into each other. The air is drafty and steam floods from the spring. Toads and crickets chant in the bright moonlight that is dancing across the steam.

The land is gray and barren but he will tell you, "you bring this planet life." (EW CHEESY!)

The waterfall isn't loud but rather a soft and comforting trickle.

He doesn't bring towels and if someone Wreaker walks in, you are left to hide in the steam. Crosshair will look over you with a grin.

Tech:

The shower is very organized to insure no one will disturb it. He still brings you towels. The towels are nicely folded and pressed. he also set up candles to "set the mood." (AKA he heard that it helps people relax and wanted the same for you)

It is sun down by a wooded stream. The water fall is on the louder side but the white noise is heaven to you're headaches. You find peace in the white water and its rocky accent.

He will ramble on about how this stream is unique being that similar falls in the area were flattened by erosion. This one was harder to erode because of the plant life and rock found on the cliff. Also due to the glacier path that made a valley.

The air is humid, warm and stuffy. The kind of air that makes your hair/clothes stick to you skin. Fortunately, the stream was cool and helped ease your aching muscles after another failed Cid mission.

Echo:

Cottagecore King!

The water's are slow and soft. They fall from a three foot ledge into a 3 to 4 foot basin below. The white foamy waters work well to clean you if you duck into them.

Because the drop isn't steep, the noise from the "water fall" isn't loud but rather like an open bathtub facet.

It's a hazy morning time shower. There are birds chirping in the background. Fresh bread wafts the air and although there is a hazy, the air isn't sticky. Air and water temps are just right. Maybe the water is on the refreshing side of cold.

I picture it is before breakfast and the morning after some romantic and passionate sex.

You know this man has towels but trust that no one will walk in.

Wrecker:

Beach waterfall!!!

Loud, rushing white waters pouring into the ocean.

Bright, warm sunny air with a very playful feel.

Cool waters after a fun beach day.

Towels are some where by the marauder but they didn't matter because if someone was to walk in, You were both in bathing suits.

Somewhere after this i imagine he would throw you over his shoulder and run into the sea, getting you both dirty again.

You would probably dry in the setting sun as he combed your hair and feed you food. Or he would cuddle with you and feed you food.

Hunter:

This man is 100 percent in a cave. The smells and sounds of a regular waterfall make it far from relaxing. not to mention, he is completely bare so the sensory buffer his armor provided is now gone.

The cave is dimly lit (Think the cave omega and tech where in on episode 9 season 2)

The water is refreshing to him but incredibly cold to you.

echoes of laughter and water would bounce off the cave walls.

He would hug you from behind while alternating between kissing your neck and telling you how perfect you were.

He forgot towels. With all the stress and guilt of having some alone time. All he could think about was omega being alone, having to be naked Infront of you, you being naked Infront of him, etc.

Boba Fett:

Of course this is on Tatooine. It's the run off from an oasis just above it.

You are standing in sand but the oasis trees above you provide cooling shade.

if the trees weren't enough to keep you sheltered from the twin suns than the refreshing cold water would be.

No one would dare interrupt the daimyo so he doesn't bring towels. instead you will dry off in the shade of the oasis. Plus he wanted to see you naked.

Speaking of which, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you. He would be very touchy! It will probably lead to some fun... and you would have to take another shower.

Rex:

Ashoka planned this date for you two because she thought y'all could use the break. The waterfall was on Shili, her home world.

No one would interrupt due to it's isolation but rex brought you towels... and snacks... and extra, extra clothes. he was overly considerate.

He also also brought a blaster. he said, "There is no telling what we could run into out there, better to be safe than sorry." He was on edge the whole time.

To add onto his paranoia, it was nighttime in a thick ass forest.

Whether it was the local wildlife or the empire, he would keep you safe.

[fountainpenguin]

"I am a lost boy from Neverland, usually hanging out with Peter Pan..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 41 - “Wednesday: Patience Zero”

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“He’s cheating on me- Ren, this hurts so much. You’re so lucky you were never into me, dude; this hurts so much…”

Ren's restful morning at the phantom squall goes awry when BigB arrives with a Grian-shaped problem in tow. Also, Impulse takes a look inside himself. Something there ain't right…

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Renthedog

Location: Phantom squall, Midsouth District, Rose House Pergola

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Breakfast at the monthly phantom squall is always a delight, even when they can’t get the full flock in Between. Real icebreaker on full moon nights and the pancakes and milk are free. Plus, you get to watch glittery, shirtless beasts tear into each other, really going at it with their fangs and claws and snapping wings. And since his hands can’t respawn until he’s through a cycle, he’s got Martyn feeding him early morning treats. What could be better?

Poor Impy, Ren thinks anyway, accepting a bite of pancake from Martyn’s fork. Rosejoy’s first spar was meant to be for show, and she won’t get to do a proper fight until they finish making their way up the ranks to her beta. It’ll only be a real match if the guy challenges her legit instead of just for show. That could take hours; it’s the way of the world.

So Rosejoy’s keeping busy by bothering Impulse instead, pestering with comments like “Why aren’t you the captain?” and the more sniffled “I could totally whip Bdubs’ tail, and I’m not just saying that to sound cool.” Impulse looks a weird mix of bugged and flattered. Ren can tell. It’s in the way he bats his tattered demon wings, flaunting even if he can’t play the game.

“Yo, Rosejoy!” Ren calls out. When she twists around, he whispers to Martyn, “Lift the cup, lift the cup,” and Martyn scrambles to do exactly that. He hoists it as though in toast. “You wanna have a go with me? I’m not a phantom, but I think I could take you.”

“Yeah,” Martyn chimes in. “With both hands cycling through the system!”

Rosejoy blinks. “Uh… I’m not into playing with you.”

Nonetheless, Impulse mouths his thanks and takes that moment to slip off. Rosejoy looks around like she can’t believe the massive hunk of junk got away. She hmphs and scampers off on all fours like a squirrel. Well. Problem solved. Ren shrugs, Martyn shrugs too, and they work together so Ren can drink his final sip of milk. Martyn’s chant of “Chug, chug, chug,” drowns in the noise of whatever low-rank fight is happening onstage.

“Ah… Delicious. I wish we had cocoa beans.”

“We do on Dog’s Life,” Martyn says, refilling the cup. Milk sloshes from the pitcher across his wrist; he jumps. His eyes dart up for just a moment before dropping down again. The cup moves towards Ren’s mouth once more. “If you and Joel let me join the flock, I could take care of you all the time.”

“Oh, yes… You know I have fun when you’re around, dude, but you know Joel. He’s…”

“-your captain.”

“One of those, yeah.” Ren takes the sip. Martyn watches in silence, but his tail coils at the tip.

“I hear you… But c’mon, chief- Put in a good word for me and I’ll be at your beck and call. We could take these losers by storm; you know that.”

“You can fight Joel, if you want. That’d be fun to watch.” Ren clears his throat. “For the content.”

Martyn rolls his eyes. The false plant beside him rustles its leaves. “Ren,” someone hiss-whispers, and Ren’s ears prick up. He and Martyn turn as one to the plant. BigB? That sounds just like him; Ren knows the man well after all these years. He sits up, trying to brace his weight on the bandaged stumps of his hands. Ow. Ow.

“BigB, hey! What’s shaking, man?”

“What,” Martyn cuts in, “is that sound?”

Ren hears it too in that moment- the throaty, chirpy call that snaps his code from flame to ice. BigB pokes his head from the leaves, pressing both hands together. He’s not the source of the chirp… and Ren’s ears quiver.

Uh-oh…

“Ren, please… I need your help! It’s Grian. He’s…” BigB struggles with the words a sec, then throws out his arms, gesturing vaguely behind him. “He’s gone total nonverbal on me, dude. I don’t know how to fix this! I’ve never seen him act this way.”

“You flared him?” Ren asks, jumping up. Martyn catches him, stabilizing him, but Ren shuffles to the plant without his help (leaving Martyn to untangle his tail from his chair). BigB’s antennae quiver and he flushes cyan. He parts the plant leaves further, using one cookie-patterned wing to gesture to the hybrid pressed up behind him. At the sight of Ren and Martyn, Grian starts and shifts behind BigB. Still… he butts his head against BigB’s shoulder. His wings, usually scarlet mixed with gold and blue, glitter purple and translucent now like glossy resin. Pretty sparkles…

Ren flicks his eyes back and forth between them. He looks at Martyn. Martyn… gawks. He looks at Grian, looks at Ren, then turns to look at the phantom squall behind them. They’d been sitting off to the side to begin with; most eyes still seem centered on the fight. “Should I get Etho?” he asks. “I think he’s around.”

Get Etho? For a flare? Grian nuzzles into BigB’s arm, hands all over him like he’ll climb on his shoulder if given the chance. He might try, even without golden carrots to buff the touch barrier… It’s a full moon flare and parrots are programmed to do that. BigB turns to catch him and Ren says, “I don’t think there’s anything Etho can do? Doc’s still working on the server core; we just have to wait it out. Get him somewhere safe. Is his room okay?”

“Oh.” Martyn leans forward with more interest now. “Wait- Is this a flare? I’ve never seen one before. I mean, I never got that talk from my parents.”

Yeah, what’s with the flare? Ren turns on BigB again, who throws him a guilty look as blue sparks flush his cheeks. “I’m flattered you came to me, dude, but…” Ren holds up his injured arms. “I need a respawn before I’ll be much help.” He holds back; he holds back. He doesn’t press for details- doesn’t ask why in Between BigB thought this would be a good idea. “Hey, hey,” he says, shuffling forward as the twittery, chirping Grian makes another attempt to clamber into BigB’s arms. “Okay… It’s okay, dude; these things happen. Who’s his contact? Mumbo’s over there.”

“His contact for what?” BigB asks, blinking like his vision’s bleary. It probably is- his and Grian’s pixels crackle and blur around their faces. Grian’s whining now, flapping his wings. He wants to go up. In fact, as Ren watches, Grian backs up several steps and smacks his wings for take-off. Oh, snap. Ren gets between them fast, wrenching BigB around the plant. Flip no! If BigB’s saying No, he’s saying No. Ren snaps his fangs at Grian and settles on a growl. Grian squawks and tucks in his wings… but he doesn’t back away.

“Ren?” Martyn asks. “What… What’s going on? Can I help?”

“He’s flared,” Ren says over his shoulder, but when both Martyn and BigB make their verbal question mark noise back at him, he clarifies as, “He needs supervision. He’s flared and moon-riled. Since it’s a full moon night, he’s tipped into his mob state. He’s not going back to standard unless he’s on a server or the moon starts to wane; he’s running through his idle behaviors right now.” And when that still doesn’t get a response, he finishes with, “He wants uppies.”

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[notmuchtoconceal]

"Speak to me."

"We are the speechless."

"Breathe for me."

"We are the breathless."

"Err for me."

"We are without error."

Music though it was not, to Laika's ears all was in harmony.

"States of being. You have no speech. You have no breath. These are essential to your character and you affirm this for me with devotional chant. Curious. Yet error you claim to be without. This is reflective of covert aspiration, which is to say -- the state you long to be. To claim a without creates distance by dividing you from and externalizing the quality. Error begets Other. Other becomes the glorious pitch-black chocolate bridal fountain of enveloping darkness from which we button-down our men from our bogeys in every gingerbread house we erect, those who protect us being stale and tasteless and our lightly sweetened, lightly-spackled candy walls. (Calories all, these empty walls.) Who is the bogeyman, Jamie Leigh? Why do you persecute he, who is your brother? Are you thankful not, to never know your sister? Why do you not see in him the diamond-mind of a survivor? A gift of God's true and enduring grace? Look at him. See him, silhouetted in the dark. Is he a poor young man whose sole heroic act of liberatory violence did not dim his beauty nor his will nor his valor despite the decades of solitude in which he taught himself how to operate an automobile with no external point of reference, being not a stupid animal in a cage but a plotting, believing and overcoming mind which no incarceration could dim? Dr. Loomis, why is it not clear to you -- clear as the day in which you are most gloriously fat and bald, oh the palm trees are a swayin, always a swayin in my sweet Ill I Noise! Know what it's like to fuck the bear women, kay? There are nothin but fuckin bear women in my hometown. Fuckin horrible needy bear cunts roughshod and matted like outside slippers! It's a collection of hometowns, really. It's a shithole barnacle-spackle stickin like strep throat to the bottom of Lake ^^Itchy Gain's cephalopodan dick-shoe. God, I hate the hometown boys! I don't care what fuckin hometown they're from, I hate the fuckin hometown boys! God, fuck me in my own stupid wheezy nerd doof-throat! I came from a place and occupied it and now I'm carrying its stank here! Fuckin plague rats! A man must transcend his space and so recreate it by the noble act of his heroic vision! Etch on your grave I AM PROVIDENCE and let Providence try'n sneer at their favorite hometown boy, the repressed squid-fucking autist who was the great chronicler of the despairs of Newtonian physics and Darwinian evolution! Ah! I'M AFRAID OF EVERYTHING. There's the black depths of space, and then there's people a shade of two darker! THEY DISAPPEAR WHEN YOU PUT THEM TOGETHER! I HAVE NO DEPTH-PERCEPTION IN ADDITION TO BEING COLORBLIND AND DEVOID OF NIGHT VISION. AHHHHHHHH! I AM THE LITTLE BOY FROM JURASSIC PARK. I HAVE GOGGLES AND MY SISTER KNOWS HOW TO NAVIGATE THREE-DIMENSIONAL USER INTERFACES! Damn it, Janet. I woulda liked her more if she was a Jeanette. How many French girls do you have, exactly? Who came from France that was worth remembering? Do the French have a personality? I feel the French are particularly easy to caricature cause they're particularly dumb and horny and susceptible to brainwashing which is why they helped invent America? There is like one French boy across a million and more bodies and all of them equally want you to pinch his ass and feed him cheese! Oh my God. Elder brother you leave me breathless! Let's find a really cute, dim-witted boxing hunk and trick him into thinking he's really inta Humphrey Bogart! I need to brainwash someone's dick so far up their ass it becomes a new throat! AHHHHHHHH! I AM THE BOORISH AMERICAN GIRL! I HAVE NO LOYALTY AND WILL SUCK ANYONE'S DICK IF THEY GIVE ME AN IN. OH GOD! OH GOD YES! I'LL JUST TAKE ANYONE INSIDE ME! YOUR POOR, YOUR COCK-HUNGRY, YOUR SHUDDERING MASSES! DON'T WIPE YOUR FEET, I LIKE IT DIRTY! USE THE CHINA, THE CRYSTAL, PUT YOUR FEET UP ON THE COFFETABLE. Film criticism is not inherently insipid? That is a class bias, some of which are irrational. Maybe I got very good reasons for harboring not even covertly elitist attitudes? Do you ever stop and think that stupidity is infectious?

[boop --

ext block limit reached,

writing remainder on hand]

If somebody got in your face and blew snot on you, you'd perceptibly see, feel and smell the splatter and dribbles of nastiness all over and across your face, but what about a stupid comment? To those with senses honed to the subtle, stupidity is painful. It's the equivalent of running into a room to fart, then immediately running out. Some people only exist to be worthless and ruin things. Why is it wrong to exterminate them?"

The third of the Laikanites following behind, licked his finger and to the page, he turned, ruffling a leave of onionskin in the desert air.

"Page limits are a thing, huh? Your scrawl will always be bounded within four corners til you surrender to the supremacy of the scroll. Begetting now an only ever-unfurling moment. Kerouac was the absolute worst, being a Frenchman of the Americas. So good at typing, shoulda worked in an office! A spiral notebook maintains a greater verticality despite being severed into sections of variegated plane. When you put a spine on a text, you are biasing your organism toward the vertebrate. Woven spines are worse than Kerouac, makes ya thicker than the heavy leather covers and gold-dipped edges which always dim to the faintest luster when engaged in their intended purpose of being felt and open! Just a buncha lyin flat on a piece a wood between two decorative end-covers! Don't fuckin get me started on how designed to rot a hunka glue holdin together some pulp is sposed to be? Decomposers all, surrounded in our fetor and our bliss! What monuments remain only plastics, micro to macro, as all clusters in spirographs and stalagmites, colonies of tealeaves unread and easy to digest by mouthfuls willingly wadded! Were my words like a sporecloud billowing behind eternally in the weed-choked fields I make, yet not even I could pollute these, the brazen glory of these barren lands where the concrete shines by the metals well-hammered in that sun so gloriously hateful. Each beautiful portrait, each title I have seen sprawled out, promising fresh springs in lands of milk and honey, forgetting I am cattle to be fattened as the land yields forth gold blacker than the tarpits of that dream city like Venice, always sinking ~ Ah, yes! Dante, thank you. Thank you, thank you! Nother fuckin hometown boy we only know cause his virgin-ass, little girl lovin nerd brain fashioned up a hell portal outta the intersection points between where deductive reason failed to feel up the pure anti-mechanics of metaphysics precisely mechanical, ever-implying and revealing which is the great enigma of the cosmic dance, you makin music boxes outta blindspots! Fuck me! Every antique may be haunted, but nothin's quite so haunted as a new buildin! Who the fuck wants to get railed by a Roman poet? They don't let those fuckers inta country club heaven. Sorry, bro! You wanna be a sky god, ditch your homies and fuck-murder a little girl! HEAVEN RUNS ON THE FLESH OF LITTLE DEAD GIRLS! TELL THE PEOPLE! HEAVEN EATS AND FUCKS LITTLE DEAD GIRLS! Sometimes they're gracious enough to settle for cute lil gay boys, but ya better feel lucky ya got your ass picked, fucker! You sit there and never forget you will always get picked last for suck-ball cause only cunts you got got shit in em. Back or front, they got shit in em. You're shit and you only exist to make more shit. YUM YUM. FUCK A LITTLE GIRL IN THE ASS! SHIT'S NOT THE PROBLEM IT'S YOU! BOYS COME OUT A CUNT SHIT COMES OUTTA ASS. SEE THE CONNECTION? A girl is an egg. BY WHICH I MEAN A GIANT SOFTSHELL ASS LARVAE WHICH CAN SHIT AND SECRETE OTHER ASS-EGGS.

STRAIGHT BROS RUUULE!"

This time, he turned the page pre-emptively, making space for much larger scrawl to encapsulate the drama of the telling.

"BIGGER FONT! YES! THAT'S WHAT I WANT! I decree all separations between calligraphy and prose to be in Error. Moveable type was an aberration, begetting only uniform men for standard application! In what is handwritten, we carry the primal charge of transmission rather than of duplication. The life of any text is fixed when it fails to account for the lilt and sway of engagement, not only to now and later, but too imagined past from future! To be merely absorbed will deplete a text in inevitable course if it does not inspire a fervor which begets imitation, translation, reconstruction, adaptation ~ in other words, a text is a living thing which in turn must be fed, nurtured, powdered with the ashes of those who willingly immolate their flesh to give of their neater, and so too must be starved, mutilated, left to molder, appearing discarded to be found. We might understand then, the mass duplication and dissemination of volumes to be always as the pipe Cici n'est pas, never really themselves. A text existing in a live medium, one might say --which nevertheless occupies a fixed space, it being still three-dimensional (despite its ineffability) is a live point of tension still endowed with the act of its creation, for it is the transmission of a sequence of moments to a point in space. A crystallization. A live feed which functions as a drip and nozzle. A stone always passing, sweetest and most serrated to which it is most tender. It is an etching, a point in space which is navigated to, of voluntary enticement. It composes a link in a chain with correspondences not only to other chains in the imaginary web, but so too their anchor: the live infrastructure which facilitates its connections, all the more real for how it influences our minds. Similarly unreal, for mind is distinct from brain, as a forest is distinct from the trees, a forest being an ecosystem of which trees are merely a part. Hear the birdsong of my every word, I needn't command you. Hear how even my silence blisters in these desert wastes? Was I simply a compendium of neurons, music would likewise be simply an assembly of instruments, yet this is self-evidently absurd! We understand that music arises not only of the instrument, the breath of the musician, the eyes which have traced the sheets and recorded -- by seahorse dances in representative time -- that motion committed to a memory of repetition, working in tandem with the fingers to manipulate the breath in correspondences to something they can hear and make real, but which is nevertheless... not real until it's actualized in a performance, potential being the paradox of an embryo in a womb. No clear delineation between Self and Other except by assertions as much willed as proven.

[down to the foot this time --

far out of your way. -- scrib.]

A dead child. Born dead, for his mother was dead the whole of his incubation. No life in her, none to feed his soul. Born hungry for the life she never lived. Though he breathes, he speaks, he stares and sees. Born dead. No woman I designed as perfect as she, grown from the finest selection of bones, hand-sewn with a flesh of my own conjuring from alchemical arts black as the inner cities out which I hail, could look upon him without shrieking, he being a monster and she but his mate."

At last, a long exhale Laika let out. As a train departing a station would kick up a storm in winding tunnels in the dead of night, eyes bleary for it was still such a long way home, and you knew not how long you would need to wait in the cold and dark, the ambiguous eyes of strangers all about. The uncertainty of your being inviting probing, as if showcasing by hem of garter a wound you longed to see torn open that blind-eyes may glimpse in any spilling out what another wouldn't say -- half-begging the blind to reinforce those things you knew never to be -- he found himself ... uncertain how, somewhere far from the previous moment, half-aware of an apotheosis partially-recognized, yet dinged by the despair of how far he still had to go, how little progress he'd seemed to have made, having only recognized how lost he was.

"Where were we again?"

The Head of Your Guard carried you in his broad and burly forearms, hide stripped from his back and draped heroically over his shoulder in a manner as rebellious as it was causal, so you sat cozy against the cotton-rib clinging to his sweat-dampened chest -- the stony pillows of his sloping chest -- as behind him, the second who was lithe and scrappy before him, followed stamping empty bootprints in the desert wastes, so any man looking behind saw always two sets of footprints in the sand.

The fourth Laikanite, peering over the shoulder of the third, following your train of thought, no matter how the cars separated and realigned and composed fabulous Unburnable Straw Men of Tin Plate and Steel Wire before disassembling back into component cars -- some flinging themselves heroically sidelong into the darkness of the London Underground, so far they crossed the Subterranean Atlantic Channels to New York and Were Venerated As The Caskets of Giants -- all of this, he followed ... on the fantastic magnetic bullet tracks of the former world, Victorian only for its namesake fancied himself Victor no matter diminutive, those miracles of lattice and glass into which we saw only the porthole in time, broad as his winding clockface.

"You have yet to chastise the historical fiction of Dr. Loomis and all he reveals of the instrumental nature of institutional care. This was your entry point into a torrential screed about the contaminating nature of the so-called hometown boys, an unofficial archetype fit for integration, which those of taste will likewise recognize and find odious for their banality. An emerging pattern is a social currency, and yet no matter how typical a sleight this may seem, it remains too polite to commit to any official guide, guaranteeing rubes somewhere will always be aggrevied. Citing historical locals ranging from Rhode Isle to the Colossus, I believe you were building to a discreet yet penetrating union of these disparate topics in relation to something a touch more Germanic?"

Laika smacks his head.

"What I do without you, perfect and best little best boy! Holy fuck, yes! Yes, please! Remember everything I say and anticipate my every move, and not only that -- refine it to something smooth and digestible to the idiot masses who eat only baby food or shit! YUM YUM. Mama's gotta chew it up for you first, lil duckie! Still good, no matter what end it came out. Stop being such a finnicky eater! Fucking feeding you dinner is not fucking 9/11, oh my god! Why you think every fuckin meal's gonna get hijacked by terrorists! You wish you had a burly, bare-chested bearded Man God throwing over tables. SMASH SMASH SMASH! FUCK I WANT VIOLENCE! FUCKING TIRED OF THE CONSTANT NONSTOP IMPLICATION OF VIOLENCE THAT WILL NEVER COME! JUST FUCKING DIE! KILL THEM ALL! KILL FUCKING EVERYONE. Goddamn it I wanna cry every fucking moment of every day for reasons I can't think feel or understand and it's of no concern to anyone. GODFUCKING DAMN IT! JUST LET THE BLOOD SPILL. LET ME WASH THE SHIT FROM MY HANDS IN THEIR BLOOD FOR YOU GIVE ME ONLY DIRTY WATER. Why. WHY IS EVEN THEIR BLOOD HEAVY WITH METALS AND POISONS AND PLASTICS! MY DOG HEART HAS WORMS. MY DOG BRAIN HAS WORMS. I JUST WANNA FUCKING SCRUB EM ALL OUT WITH A BULLET! FEED ME GUNPOWDER FEED ME DIRT! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST FUCKING ADMIT YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL ME! WHY MUST YOU DESECRATE ALL WHICH IS SACRED JUST TO MAKE ME SUFFER MORE, I WHO GAVE YOU SO MUCH YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR AND COULD NEVER LET YOU REFUSE!"

He nods, graciously. Thankful for this praise.

"You would need to think and organize your thoughts and so become a man of the disciplined caliber which Cpt. Schreibermachen assumed you were, it being the guise you affected most graciously to endear yourself to him and drink of his cock slop as the first stagnant oasis you did not hallucinate, but called down to the dry earth by the tumult of your song ;-- spiraling forth, always with a jangle, a dancing abundance of fae."

Laika looked at him.

Laika wanted to backhand him across the face and stomp his skull in with his boots, peferably getting his teeth and nose firmly pressed to a good comfy rock, to maximize the ballistic potential for total breakage of his cheeks and jaw.

Laika realized ... this would be counterproductive.

"Yes... Good job, me. Just for that, no cookie tonight."

He nodded only his chin, retreating back over his brothers shoulder where he may as-typical admire and fine-tune his compositions.

"Well... This has already given me a lot to think about. Might be we should just keep headin on out? Enjoy the day in contemplative awe?"

(shucks)

laika.qst

laika.qst

life is laika

LAIKA QUEST

The greenery of the park rose before his eyes.

This day it was perfect, as was every won with him.

"Nothing has felt real," he said, never erring.

Never erring from the trees, splendid in their multitude, every knot a peephole staring back from where branch became stump, as the saw stripped only rheum from eyes wide-awake in sleep.

"For a long time."

Looking at him, he saw you clearly.

Feeling your eyes on him. You reached for his hand.

There was nothing you needed to say.

He took a breath. The concrete tunnels of his chest forming archways buckled by the shift of the lungs beneath. No pavement shattered.

The cobblestones ran smooth with sweat.

You loved him.

You loved him.

"The loneliness I feel with you is one I could never attain alone. In you, I know once more a primal wound, the loss of a home which never was, compelling moribund imaginings back to new life always malformed. Always necrotic in their yoke, for you wish them to never be again."

The tears were flowing from your eyes.

He said such beautiful things about you.

"The folly that hope is a torment better off buried I never understood a day in my life. Why a man would choose a half-life, always decomposing, forever leeching. In my selfish lust for truth and love, I considered not how he pollutes with every fresh breath giving not his emissions to the trees, but to what catastrophe he wills. Seeing not how he steals from every man by sight alone, every voyage of his eyes a lechery for the sick soul which steers him seeks to claim only that to which he has no right, by virtue of conquests only imagined -- for I saw only he had the gall to rob himself. To deny himself his own nature, his own opportunity, to live in the shadow of another ... as if something sought in the damp and fetor always clinging. Being with you, I recall so many things better off forgotten yet desperate to remember, my own life being a lie I lived to overcome myself... those things I never was. Do you not know, dear brother? Were you not mutilated? Is it not worth it? To strive to be alive? Is it not worth it to look past the past and see ... a scar is an intersection between the canvas and the real, beckoning the three-dimensional, urging the blankness of perfection to strive for its more perfect state in character? Why would you be garbage simply for I took you out of the box and played with you before I put you back? Why must you think you always go back in the box?"

Staring into you. Boring a hole into you.

Imploring you. The implication of an imploding lung.

Beckoning.

Beckoning by marionette strings unpulled.

" . . . "

Your boyfriend was so needy sometimes.

No fucking idea what that was about.

" . . . "

When he looked at you. When he looked and he wondered.

When he begged, begged, begged, for something he could never have.

You couldn't imagine a more perfect revenge.

". . ."

When he exhausted himself. Grew dim and sluggish and leaden.

Wasted every ounce of his willpower assessing his own delusions, unable to piece together how obviously you'd played him.

It made every second worth it.

" . . . "

When he grew weaker. Weaker and weaker.

When you could feel the light drain from his eyes as he could no longer stare. See the processes behind them sputtering and crashing.

It was perfect. It felt right. It was safe.

Bright or dim, he couldn't see you.

Light or dark, you were hidden in plain sight.

" . . . "

You were winning.

You were displaying your evolutionary potential.

You were a live organism.

" . . . "

The surf lapped against the coast. Your cock grew fat in your jammers.

You liked the longer cut. The plunge. The curvature of the head and thigh.

Silky. Black. Wet.

Glimmering as a mass of spidersilk woven of tar.

"Someday," he says.

A shimmer of arsenic and gold glimmers in his eyes.

"I'll make a real boy of you."

" . . . "

You looked to him. You wondered.

You were feeding him. He was eating you.

He did nothing. You only gave in.

He did nothing. So why should you?

You gave in. You gave to him.

Of you graciously, he always recieved.

Why should you not take pride in your every hard-fought victory? Treasure those things which were yours to possess?

For if you were dangling yourself before him and he was too weak to resist, if you could let him rip you limb from limb and choke down your biceps like a beer bong, you deserved a nibble when he tired.

Monster.

He looked like a monster to you.

(He looked like a monster to you.)

"Our every kiss French, in the sub way you train."

(You'll tear my clothes right off.)

You choked on your own spit.

"BRO SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

(Eat my heart and spit out my brain!)

When your face was in his balls. His balls warmed by the sun and gushing blood. When you lipped the head of his cock through the wet lycra and felt it struggle to press, to lunge forth, straining in the membrane which flavored, which coarsened and concealed ... you knew you could remain buried there forever. Never advancing. Never pulling the pullcord with your teeth to unknot and down the cling to throat deep what was yours, what would ferment in time only for you nursed and sipped, but still you rose your eyes to meet his rays ~ the warmth of his lap, the bliss of your every suckling. Found here forever in your brother.

Big bro.

Big bro.

His fingers were behind your ears.

A nailbed to the fold.

You were so weak. You were trembling.

"Keep lapping the head with your tongue, boy. You need to learn patience, never be stupid enough to bite into a jawbreaker. To think the only way we can teach you dedication is by suckling sweets, but what good man would I be, to say nothing of your elder and wiser, if I started you off placed well-beyond your means? Your brilliance in one area does not excuse your frankly remedial lack in others, but that's why we give one-on-one sessions -- to excuse ourselves, we freethinking, freefucking men who needn't be bound in spirit, body and mind to the mechanisms of our workday routine, no matter how the clock keeps ticking, the world keeps spinning, things always falling further down til once more ~"

With a certain penetration of thrust, he was able to press the whole of his cock -- foreskin sliding back inside the sheath -- into a pouch of the fold of his jammer and cling deep to the lining of your throat.

"They go back only up again!"

Gagging. Choking.

Warm. Complete. Full.

Tears in your eyes. Refracting him into rainbows.

You were looking up at him.

See him trifold, rippling backward, inward, outward.

The cosmos he was, of which only you were permitted to drink of his spring, bathe with him in the creek of his imaginings.

Lord Willing. I will always rise.

"With your labors, I am pleased ~

( o )

.

My good boy, it is my pride to call you."

What words could you give him?

He who had them all?

What satisfaction could you give to him?

He who had it all already?

To him, you could pay only the ultimate gift. Your body the altar on which to light his fire.

You, the ashes unfit even for his hands to wipe away, doomed to be blown in the wind, gifted to feed the fields.

[jdidolau]

262 - 265. jonadio go fishing

[They’re ready to go for their fishing trip!]

JOJO It’s been a while since I’ve been on a boat... Dio, if something happens, will you look out for me?

DIO If the boat capsizes, it’s every man for himself, Jojo.

[You can’t trust anyone but yourself!]

JOJO So cruel! Aren’t we friends Dio?

DIO If anyone should do the saving, it’s you. I can lift quite a lot, but we’d both sink if I were the one saving you.

[Even strong Dio can only do so much!]

JOJO Awww. I’ll save us both, then~

[Strong Jojo is always reliable!]

DIO ...But if you were in really big trouble, I wouldn’t hesitate to help, of course.

JOJO (Smiles) I know. I trust you, Dio.

DIO I trust you too, Jojo.

[They make a promise to help each other in the worst case scenario~]

JOJO Alright! Let’s have sashimi tonight!

DIO (Chuckles) Let’s catch some salmon!

[They’re fired up to catch some salmon!]

JOJO Shall we do a cheer?

DIO I suppose.

[Hands in for salmon!]

DIO Up or down?

JOJO Up! Like a proper cheer! Let’s go with “salmon, salmon, let’s get ‘em”!

DIO Pfft. A bit simplistic, but alright.

JOJO Do you have any better ideas?

DIO I wouldn’t want to steal your spotlight, Jojo.

JOJO So you don’t, then.

DIO Anyway...

[He neither confirms nor denies the accusation]

DIO Let’s do the cheer. Salmon, salmon...

DIO & JOJO Let’s get ‘em!

[Full of excitement before it even begins!]

[With the beautiful Lake Taupo and gorgeous weather, it’s already an exciting trip!]

JOJO Ahh, this is really nice! Do you think we’ll catch enough for two plates?

DIO Let me guess, one for you, one for me?

JOJO You know me too well! (Chuckles)

DIO Why stop there, though? I’m sure we can get more. Why, we might even catch enough to feed the whole staff~

[Overconfident]

JOJO Wow! As expected of the Golden Boy~

DIO Hmph! But of course!

JOJO (Peek) I don’t see any fish yet...

DIO Well, of course not. They’re under the water, Jojo. (Peek) Hm? What’s that noise? Are we scraping against rocks or something?

JOJO (Glance) Oh! It’s the anchor!

[It’s the sound of the anchor dropping!]

JOJO I guess this is where we’ll be fishing! Let’s do the chant one more time!

DIO Nervous, Jojo?

JOJO (Chuckles) Not at all! Let’s just have some fun, Dio!

[They mentally prepare themselves]

JOJO Salmon, salmon...

JOJO & DIO Let’s get ‘em!

[We hope you’ll catch them!]

---

JOJO Is this how you hold it?

[Their first time trying out fishing!]

[The fishing staff direct them on how to fish]

JOJO I see! Thank you, sir! The current is quite rough, though... Will the fish even bite the line?

[Jojo’s line begins to flail wildly]

JOJO Oh dear!

DIO What’s wrong, Jojo?

STAFF Roll it up. Keep winding. Keep it steady.

DIO Did you get one already?!

JOJO I-I don’t know!

[He reels in the line to see]

JOJO Dio! I think I got one!!

DIO You got a bite?!

JOJO I got a bite!!

[A bite, when they’ve just started?!]

JOJO I’ve got it! I’ve got it!! WHOA! It’s huge!!

DIO WHOA!

JOJO WHOAAA!!!

[A catch as soon as they began!]

(Cheering) (Whoo!!)

[They share the joy with each other and the boat captain]

JOJO (Laughs) Amazing! That was so lucky!!

DIO Good job, Jojo!

JOJO Thank you, Dio!! Alright! Let’s catch some more!!

[They’re all fired up after that quick catch!]

---

JOJO I got another one!!

DIO Again?!

JOJO Whoa, I got so many already!

[Jojo is almost a professional fisher now!]

[Another high five with the captain to celebrate!]

DIO I haven’t felt any tugs yet... (Pouts) (Disappointed)

JOJO Do you want to switch over to this side, Dio? The waves are quite strong today, so maybe that side is just really unlucky.

DIO I’m fine. Lake fishing is supposed to be difficult, anyway. Right?

JOJO If you say so, Dio...

[They focus on fishing in complete silence]

JOJO Oh! I got another!! WHOOO! We’re going to have such a feast tonight, Dio!

DIO (Pouts)

[He quietly moves over to Jojo’s side of the boat]

JOJO (Grins)

DIO Don’t.

JOJO I didn’t say anything! But good luck, Dio! You’ll catch a lot! I’m sure of it!

DIO Hmph! Of course! Just you wait, Jojo! (Fling)

JOJO I got another bite!

[Jojo is catching fish left and right!]

DIO (Pouts)

[Dio is disappointed that he still hasn’t caught one]

---

[The salmon just keep on coming!]

JOJO The captain really loves fishing, huh? He’s even more excited whenever we catch something!

DIO Whenever you catch something, you mean. (Grumble, grumble)

[Just then...!]

DIO Huh?

JOJO Dio, your line!

[Dio excitedly reels in his line to the sound of Jojo's cheers]

DIO I GOT ONE!! JOJO, LOOK!! I CAUGHT ONE!! HAHAHA~ (Bright) (Pleased)

JOJO I knew you could do it, Dio!!

[A round of high fives to share their excitement!]

DIO Hah! But of course, it was only a matter of time!

JOJO Ahhh, I’m excited for dinner! It’s going to be delicious!

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how about when they first noticed ezra was a nervous and anxious baby ?

Seperation

prompt: the moment when h and yn decide that Ezra needs to see a therapist.

warnings: angst

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It’s late at night, like 3 in the morning, and Harry was down in Atlanta for three games with the Braves.

Easton and Cash had long adjusted to their father being away for short spurts of time - doesn’t mean they don’t miss him but they know he’ll come back to them.

Ezra was another story.

YN felt dread anytime he went away for a game because her youngest got so anxious and had trouble sleeping.

He was usually okay during the day (Harry was gone for practice and obligations during most mornings and afternoons).

It was at night time.

She really didn’t want to call and bother her husband because he had just played a game that went into three innings of overtime and had gotten a gnarly bruise on his thigh from a ball hitting him as he batted.

When they’d FaceTimed after the game, about eight, he had been so exhausted in his hotel room that his eyes were nearly closing as he spoke to her.

Now at three, three in the morning, Ezra still hasn’t went to bed because of how fussy and tearful he was - babbling about his father.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” He was whining into his mother’s neck, his hot tears rolling down his cheeks and onto her skin.

“Ezzie, baby. We have to calm down. Mama’s here and daddy is okay, he’s just working,” She murmured to him for the hundredth time that night.

YN was sat in the den with him because she didn’t want him waking up his brothers or his little sister who just begun to sleep through the night for the most part.

At one point, she did stir for a night feeding, and as YN sat on her bed - Briar latched sleepily, Ezra was nestled tightly into her other side.

When it hit three-thirty, she began to feel herself get frustrated because she couldn’t fix the situation - no matter what she did.

She knew once tears began rolling down her own cheeks that she had to call Harry.

It was never that she was worried he would be mad that she called, she just felt guilty because he had worked so hard already that day.

YN reaches for her phone, taking a deep inhale before pressing his contact for facetime.

It rings three times before it’s picked up, completely dark in his room, and he rasps out drowsily, “Wha’s going on, mama? Y’alright? The babies alright?”

“I-I can’t get him to settle,” YN takes a deep breath, the sleep deprivation making her want to just break down and sob.

“Daddy? Daddy, daddy, daddy,” Ezra just chants, eyes wide on the screen, searching for his father to just appear but all he sees is darkness.

That causes him to just start bawling his eyes out when he can’t will his father onto the phone like he wants.

“Whoa, Ezzie. Sweet boy, c’mon. Y’gotta breathe s’daddy can understand you,” Harry coos, stirring to turn on the light and illuminate his pillow-creased face.

“Daddy!” His voice is shrill, high-pitched and it makes YN’s ears ring.

“Ezra Duke,” Harry says a little more firmly, “Daddy can’t understand you when you scream, okay?”

The little boy sniffles and tries to catch his breath, leaning into where YN is rubbing soothing circles into his back.

“Miss you,” His son whimpers sadly, bringing his voice down a notch, “Come home, please.”

“I am flying’ home tomorrow, bab. Daddy will be home around noon but you have to be good for mama,” He says, voice still smooth and calm.

“Now!” Ezra screams in a way he usually never does and then continues, “Now! Now daddy! Now!”

Both parents are taking aback, Harry with wide eyes and parted lips as he watching his son through his phone and YN just squeezes her eyes shut, exhaling out of her mouth.

“Mama, breathe,” Harry directs towards her, can tell how overwhelmed she is getting from all the chaos of his screaming.

“Daddy, daddy,” Ezra blubbers, green eyes angry and anxious at the same time, “Please, home!”

YN hears noise from behind her, to see her eight year old padding into the room with his unruly curls poking every which way.

“Mama, is Ezzie okay?” Easton wonders, knuckling his eyes sleepily and then Cash follows right behind him in his dinosaur pajamas.

“Fuck, he woke up the boys,” YN informs Harry tearfully, “I just…I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything to make him feel better.”

The older boys peek into the screen to smile at their dad and Harry gives them a tense smile, “Hi boys, I know Ez is being loud but can y’two be good f’your mama and go back to bed?”

They agree, giving their upset brother a kiss and then their mom before talking quietly to each other as they walk up the stairs.

“Daddy? Home, please! Hold me!” Ezra wails, clinging to his mother’s neck tightly enough to hurt as he tantrums.

“This is the worst it’s ever been, he’s normally stopped before I’ve had to call you,” YN groans, rocking him swiftly against her for lack of a better idea.

“Wait…” Harry sits up, scrubbing a hand over his puffy face, “Has this been happening’ every time m’away?”

“It just started two to three months ago but he’s always been able to be calmed down within an hour or so,” YN replies, shushing Ezra as he babbles over and over again daddy, daddy, daddy.

Harry’s jaw tightens and his frown settles into a deep crease, “Well why a’ve you not told me that m’baby has been cryin’ for me when I’m gone? Do y’not think that’s important?”

YN recognizes his irritation and is running on less than five hours of sleep over two days and may he’s it back with an even sharper tone.

“We can’t change that you’re gone. I’m trying to handle it, Harry.”

“Y’not doin’ a bloody good job at it!” Harry bites back in frustration, heart pounding in desperation as he hears his son cry for him.

“Daddy, daddy, come on.”

Then YN looks at him with watering, hurt eyes, “I’m doing my best. You’re not here, I can’t make you appear. I’m trying to calm him down without having to wake you up.”

And Harry shouldn’t but he’s angry and misses his babies - all of them but especially the one who needs him the most right now.

“Y’dont think I deserve to know tha’ Ezra’s been acting like this?” Harry snaps before adding, “In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.”

And wow, those words hit her like a ton of bricks. It was instilling all the insecurities that she had bubbling in her chest.

In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.

Harry automatically knows that he spoke before he thought and he let his stressed out mind say untrue hurtful things.

He part his lips about to speak before YN cuts him off.

“If you can do it so much better than me, fucking good you. Then come home and fix this because I give up,” YN laughs without humor, finger finding the red button to hang out and disconnecting.

Harry tried calling back over and over and over but YN just hangs her head, sniffling, as she watches her tired, anxious little son finally drift off to sleep.

At some point, her phone stops ringing when he’s given up and it doesn’t ring again until for another thirty minutes.

She knew he was going to keep calling until she picked up - had been that way since they first started dating.

By now, Ezra was asleep in his room and YN was sat against their headboard - having tossed the tear soaked shirt she had on off and was feeding Briar once more.

The millionth facetime request comes through and finally she swipes to answer, he’s furious right as they connect, “D’you have any idea how worried I am? Y’cant ju-“

He stops himself when he sees his baby girl pop her head from her mother’s breast with puffy lips and look at the screen, “Dadadadada.”

“Oh, hi lil’ mama,” Harry changes his tone completely, face softening - “Did I interrupt y’eatin’? S’mama being so nice and feeding you?”

Briar just smiles with a gapped baby tooth smile, a dimple pushing into her left cheek as she does so.

“Guess I’m good for one thing, right? A fucking milk-maker,” YN scoffs at her husband’s opposite tone as she guides Briar gently back down to finish her meal.

Harry frowns, “Y’know tha’s not anything near the truth and tha’ I think you’re the best mama to our babies. M’just upset.”

“You told me my best wasn’t good enough, I can’t believe you would say something like tha’ to me,” YN begins to sniffle again.

“Sweetheart, m’sorry. I ju-“

“What did you call for, Harry? It’s nearly four-thirty in the morning and I haven’t slept for nearly two days now. I want to feed her and go to sleep,” YN’s voice is disconnected and exhausted.

“To talk, I didn’t say how I was feeling correctly-“

“When you come home tomorrow you can fix everything and I’ll let you because I’m not doing a good enough job,” His wife cuts him off again.

Harry starts to feel a ball of worry form in his throat as he hears how unemotional and distance his wife sounds with him.

He had totally said the wrong things as his wife was just trying to do her best at balancing four babies while he was away.

“Please, let me apologize-“

“I would like to go to sleep. Please don’t call back,” YN responds before ending the phone call and leaving the screen dark.

They rarely ever fought. Especially like this.

He’s man enough to admit that he cries after he tries calling back (even though she said not to) and it went straight to voicemail.

-

He tries facetiming in the morning, at around nine right before if flight takes off - surprised when it actually was picked up.

Harry only sees YN for a brief moment before she’s propping up the camera on the kitchen table so that Easton and Cash are in view eating pancakes and Briar is in her high chair with blueberries staining her chubby cheeks.

Ezra must still be in bed.

“Hi bubbies,” Harry greets with a smile as they’re curls shake as they look up with excited smiles.

“Daddy! You comin’ home?” Cash squeaks excitedly through a mouthful of food.

“Hi dad!” Easton chimes in, waving.

Briar is only half-interested, more taken by the fact that if she squishes the berries between her fingers they turn mushy, babbles out a, “Daddadaa.”

“I’ll be home in like three hours, ‘kay” Harry informs them - his heart aches to be there right now with theme

“Ezzie cried all night,” Cash let’s his father know.

“Mama cried too,” Easton whispers, like it’s a secret that he doesn’t want her to hear, “I think she is really sad.”

Harry squeezes his eyes shut for a minute, “I know. Ezzie was sad last night. Can I talk to mama?”

Easton looks to his mother off camera as she must say something to him to repeat to Harry, “Mama said that she is busy and she’ll see you when you get home.”

He clenches his fist off camera, trying to smile but he knows it’s terse as he says, “Alright, I love you all. See y’when I get home.”

-

Meanwhile, YN gets all the children settled after breakfast.

Easton, Cash, and Ezra in the backyard - the two older ones digging holes for bugs and the younger playing in the sandbox.

Briar was snoozing in the cradle of YN’s elbow as she sat on a chaise - watching the kids.

She hits the number she was looking for, waiting for it to ring, and then she hears, “Hillside Pediatrics, this is Jess.”

The office knew the family well because Harry is Harry Styles and they have four children who visit there.

YN inquires about therapeutic options for him, resources, and if they had any recommendations for where to take him.

Like the super mom she is, she manages to set up an intake appointment that evening (which was a miracle on its own), call Anne and ask to watch the other children, and then take a deep breathe.

Harry steps through the back door, dressed in his usual Yankees hoodie, Nike shorts, and trainers looking tanner than before.

“Hi bubbies!” He greets, basking in when all of his children look up and squeal excitedly at the sight of their father.

Easton and Cash are the fastest, racing to cling to each legs and nuzzle into his thigh with a tight hug.

Ezra is slower, by the time he’s arrived to his father - there was no room for him to shuffle in and he automatically lets out an earth-shattering wail.

Just like before.

“Daddy! Hold me! Daddy, hold me please!” His youngest son begs desperately, stretching up his arms, and letting hot tears stream down his cheeks.

Harry tuts, reaching for him and popping him on his hip but Ezra has other ideas - scrambling until his nose is pressed into the curve of Harry’s neck with his arms wrapped tightly around him.

“Ezzie, c’mon now,” Harry titters softly, reaching down to give both of his other boys a kiss on the head before they dart back off to play.

“Daddy, miss you,” Ezra blubbers sadly, Harry wincing when his son yanks a bit in his longer curls by the nape of his neck.

“Y’okay, daddy’s got you. Relax, breathe bubba,” His father reassured him, swaying softly back and forth until he’s just sniffing.

“We have an appointment with a children’s play therapist for him later at five,” YN tells him, shushing Briar who’s squeaking from the noise.

Harry takes a deep inhale, “Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Can we talk now since y’been ignoring my calls?”

YN bristles at the attitude in his tone, “Excuse me if I’d rather not be critiqued on my skills as a mother when I am sleep-deprived and stressed out.”

He clenches his jaw, speaking lowly with firmness, “Y’bein’ absurd! I didn’t critique to you, y’blowing things out of proportion! Y’the one who didn’t tell me this was going on!”

“It didn’t get that bad until last night! I could handle it - he would just be upset for a little before bed but he’d never got that anxious before,” She justifies, returning the glare he’s giving her.

“Didn’t think y’could mentioned it to me? I have a right to know, he’s m’baby too. I could have fix this yet you were letting him suffer,” Harry bites out but know as soon as it’s out of his mouth that he wishes he could swallow the words back down.

You were letting him suffer.

YN doesn’t even argue back, just starts bawling because of how hurtful those words were and how could he even say that?

“Mama, fuck- I didn’t, I’m just-“

His wife gets up without a word, using Briar’s blanket to wipe at her wet cheeks, and vanishing through the sliding back doors.

Ezra was snoozing peacefully on him and he couldn’t leave the boys outside alone so he resorts to sitting down on one of the outdoor couches and curse internally.

He couldn’t believe he was being so cruel. He just felt so….betrayed that she hadn’t told him what had been going on and he felt like he was letting down Ezra.

It was a nasty feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach because he was away so much from his family and it was stressful for everyone.

He wanted to cry at the idea of his son crying for him every night.

-

Harry starts to get anxious when YN isolates herself in their bedroom with Briar for the next upcoming hours.

He knocks softly, opening the door to YN turned on her side away from him, under the covers, with Briar asleep in her bassinet asleep.

“Mama? Y’awake?” Harry murmurs cautiously with a sandwich and chips since she’d disappeared and hadn’t been down once, water in the other hand.

“Are the boys okay?” YN asks quietly, not bothering to turn over to face him.

“Yes, babies are fine. They’re watchin’ Toy Story right now, eatin’ lunch,” Harry replies, eyes falling in his beautiful little daughter.

“If the boys are fine then I don’t want you in here,” YN tells him with an angry tone but low enough that it won’t disturb Briar.

Harry nearly whimpers.

“Baby, please. We need to talk-“

“If the boys are fine, I want you to leave me alone.”

Harry hesitates by the door, feeling helpless as he slips the plate onto the dresser in case she is hungry but he doubts she’ll touch it.

“Alright, I’ll leave y’be. Call me if y’need anythin’ or help with Briar,” He offers, trying to buy time in the room.

She laughs sarcastically, “Yeah, I’ll make sure you’re notified because I can’t do a good enough job myself.”

Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying to conjure up the perfect words to fix this situation but it’s interrupted.

“Daddy? Daddy? Where? Hold me!” Ezra screeches as Easton stands outside the door with him, holding his hand.

“Dad, he won’t stop,” The oldest complains with annoyance as Ezra scurries to his father and up into his arms.

“Daddy daddy,” He chants into his father’s skin with relief.

“Thank y’East, Ezzie’s been sad lately. Huh?” Harry replies, thumbing at Easton’s cheek.

The oldest shrugs, “Not always. Mama cheers him up all the time with kisses and hugs.”

Harry gazes back to the lump under the blankets and feels himself getting choked up. He really really regretted his words.

He didn’t regret being upset with her. He regrets the cheap shots he took at his wife who’s just trying to be a full time mom to his babies.

“Mama?” Ezra squeaks at the word, realizing he hasn’t seen her recently and then he’s back to tantruming, “Mama, mama, mama. Where’s mama?”

“M’right here, Ez,” YN murmurs, flipping to her other side so that her youngest could see her. His face lights up and he scurries to the bed, scampering up until his mom is tucking him under the blankets with her.

Harry’s heart aches when Ezra whimpers quietly and burrows into her warm chest with happiness that he found his mother.

“Y’got him?” Harry asks, hand raking through Easton’s curls as he leans into his father’s side.

“Can we go play now, dad?” Easton asks impatiently, tugging his father out of the room and down the staircase.

-

Anne shows up and the two older ones are so excited, bouncing up and down as they tug her into the backyard to show her the holes they dug with Briar popped on her hip - gnawing on her shirt collar.

YN brings Ezra down the stairs, curls tamed with a bit styling mousse and a little adias x disney outfit that was the cutest thing ever. ***

Harry reaches out to take Ezra off YN but he whines and shakes his head, clinging to his mother like it was life or death.

“No daddy! Mama!” Ezra pouts angrily, glaring at his father with protectiveness.

He puts his hands up, “Okay, okay. Y’can stay with y’mama.”

-

The car ride is silent, Harry doesn’t know what to say and YN isn’t giving him anything to work with. He feels like he’ll just say the wrong thing again.

When they pull up to the building and Harry puts it in park, he’s startled when his wife just starts bawling into her hands.

Harry freezes for a second with wide eyes before rumbling, “Mama, sweetheart. Please don’t cry, it breaks m’heart, darlin’.”

“I’m…I’m no-not a good mom,” YN cries, “I wanted to tell you but I was scared. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle raising our babies.”

Harry pries her hands away from her face, cupping her cheeks and firmly staring, full conviction in his voice, “If I didn’t think y’could handle four babies then I wouldn’t have put them in you. I wouldn’t talk about putting more in you.”

YN’s eyes are watering, letting Harry swipe the tears away with his thumbs as she inhales deeply, “I am so so sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t want you to worry when you’re away.”

Harry leans forward, kissing her harshly before whispering against her lips, “I don’t give a fuck about baseball in comparison to you and the kids. I’d give it up this second if y’asked. I want to worry because you’re the love of m’life and I’m y’husband - I’m here to support you and support our family.”

He continues, “I am a bit frustrated with you. I want you to tell me everything I miss when I’m gone even if it stresses me out or upsets me. Okay? But I shouldn’t have said hurtful things. You’re the best mama on this planet and y’treat our babies the best.”

YN nods, willing herself to stop crying as their appointment starts in ten minutes as she takes steady breathes.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry I let my pride get in the way. I just…I feel like you do everything for us and the least I could do is manage the kids,” She sighs with self-deprecation.

“Mama, just because one of our bubs needs therapy doesn’t mean you’re not doing a perfect job. We’ve always know Ezzie was an anxious baby. This is going to be good for him and for us, right?” He encourages, nosing at her cheek before she offers up her lips once more for a short kiss.

“I love you,” YN tells him, running a thumb of a light dusting of stubble on his jawline.

“Love y’more than anything,” He replies instantly.

-

Ezra is nervous as they step into the calming, peaceful office where there are neatly organized buckets of toys and shelves of books.

Patricia was a middle-aged woman with a kind smile who welcomed them in, she observed how Ezra had himself wrapped around his dad with hesitant green eyes peeking at her.

As they sit down, Patricia says softly, “This must be Ezra?”

They all wait for a moment before the toddler turns around to look at the woman and says timidly, “m’Ezzie.”

“Hi Ezzie,” The therapist greets and he gives her a cautious smile before nuzzling back into his father’s neck.

The discuss what has been going on. How Ezra has always been very nervous, anxious, cautious in a way that none of his other siblings are.

How he struggles when one of his parents is away from him, how he can get upset if he can’t find one of his siblings, or how much he worries about things most kids his age don’t worry about.

Patricia does an excellent job in calming down the parents, assuring them that it was nothing out of the norm, and that therapy would be beneficial for him.

She states that they’ll work a lot of feelings - being able to describe and recognize them. That will be one of the most important things.

Also working on his ability to calm down and cope with stressful situations, recommending once a week which of course his parents agreed to.

By the end of the intake, Ezra had ventured to take one of the baby dolls from a bin and bring it back to his father.

“Look daddy, s’a baby,” He lisps proudly, holding it up to show him.

“Good job, bubs,” Harry laughs, leaning to kiss his forehead - watching him toddle off to find more dolls to play with.

-

That night, after all the kids go to bed, and YN is finishing her final feeding with Briar in her nursery before putting in her crib.

Harry runs a nice, steaming bath with lavender bubbles and a candle burning with the lights dimmed low.

When she finds him, he slowly undresses her with warm kisses and praises of how good of a wife and mother she is.

They lay in there together, YN between his legs with her head rested on his chest, as his hands massage at her tummy and hips lovingly.

And yeah, everything is okay after that.

They get up the next day and everything is back to normal except now Ezra goes to therapy once a week with his parents.

(Ezra ends up working with Patricia until he’s in about sixth grade.)

[pxnk-velvet]

Heyoo.... So Kakashi x Dom reader, they're already in a relationship, she think of something new to do tonight, she just makes him lay down and takes the reigns, but instead of being rough or kinky she surprises him by being very very soft, a lot of care and body worshipping and loving words and actions, she doesn't let him do anything, he just has to lay down, relax and let her baby him and worship him

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✧ word count :: 1.7k

✧ summary :: Despite her usual approach to things in bed with Kakashi, Y/n was going to make sure Kakashi felt loved on his birthday one way or another.

✧ warnings :: nsfw!, fluff, established relationship, implied dom reader, oral (m!receiving), body worship, praise, intended for mature readers only! reblogs are appreciated <3

✧ a/n :: this is the first time I’ve written anything spicy in forever and I’m only doing this bc it was our husbands birthday a few weeks ago soooo and ik this is like super late but idc I’m just happy I was finally able to finish a piece ok? Let me live 🖐🏼😤

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He’s so pretty…

That was the only thing on Y/n’s mind as she stood with Kakashi in her arms. The two of them were standing in front of the mirror that was near the foot of their bed. Simply soaking in each other’s presence and enjoying the company. 

She peered at him from over his shoulder, her chin perched on his shoulder as she admired the godly man in her grasp. 

Her eyes tracing every single curve and dip present on his body. Warmly gazing over every scar, scratch, or imperfection that was embedded onto him. Her hands glazed over his sides and core as they settled near his abdomen. Fingertips pressing into the soft skin that shielded strong muscle underneath. Her lips were gentle against his shoulder blades as she littered kisses across his back.

It was moments of appreciation like this that made Y/n truly wonder how she had managed to find a man like Kakashi. Of course he came with his faults, but everyone does. And she never let that get in the way of her love for. 

“Happy birthday.” She hummed sweetly against his skin, a smile occupying her eyes as for her lips were busy pressed against his skin.

Kakashi returned one, butterflies erupting in Y/n’s stomach when she saw it. 

That. His smile was one of the prettiest things she’d ever encountered in all her years. She did everything in her power to keep it gentle and bright. Even if he wore his mask nearly all day, she can only hope it never dims underneath.

All day her chest had been blossoming with love, seeing Kakashi smile so much today. Receiving gifts from friends and comrades. Yet she knew it wasn't just the gifts themselves but the acknowledgment and appreciation these people had for him. She believed he deserved it all with every fiber of her being. And yet she had no idea how to show him just that. That was until they had made it home.

Now clad in simple house clothes, they had spent the rest of the day enjoying each other. Y/n had cooked Kakashi his favorite meal for dinner and surprised him with a little homemade cake. Emphasizing the little, simply because she knew he wasn’t one for sweets, so it was really just a simple serving for herself that Kakashi insisted he feed to her himself. Only to smear frosting across her face and pull her in for a kiss, claiming that she had a little frosting on her lips. 

Her kisses still tasted sweet with the frosting as Kakashi turned to face her, his back to the mirror. Now pulling her into his arms and draping them around Y/n’s waist, resting his hands against her lower back.

With sparkling eyes, ones Kakashi could get lost in forever, Y/n looked up at him, musing, “I love you,” placing a quick kiss to his lips. Not giving him a chance to respond before she kisses him again, singing another “I love you,” then repeating the process over and over again. Littering kisses all over his face, jaw, and neck. 

Y/n was quick to maneuver Kakashi so he was laying on the edge of the bed, her hips settled suggestively over his. An obviously give away as to what she had instore for the birthday boy.

Y/n’s kisses never seized fire, every single one was light yet held so much passion. Creating a constellation of love across his skin. Sending electricity to both his heart and the deep pit in his stomach. 

The only time her kissing stopped was when she sat up straight, placing her palms against his chest. Fingertips gentle gliding against the light dusting of gray hair. Her lips stretched with a sweet smile, eyes warm as she spoke, “Did you know that I love you?” Her voice was smooth like honey, as it invaded Kakashi’s senses. 

His body felt like it was floating. His cheeks were covered in a warm flush that grew even hotter whenever she moved above him. Even just the slightest drag of her pelvis seemed to cause his senses to go haywire. The way her gaze soaked up every single minuscule reaction wasn’t helping either. 

The intimate moments they shared together were often like this. Kakashi allowing Y/n to do as she pleases for her own pleasure, which only fueled his own. 

Kakashi swallowed the dryness in his throat, replying to her question with a slight giggle, “Yes, Y/n. You’ve mentioned that already.”

Her smile grew even more, glowing like a light above, “I know but I just want to make sure. I love you. Everything about you,” She sang sweetly, placing a kiss at the base of his throat.

“Your perfections,” a kiss now placed to his collarbone, Y/n nipping the skin. Making Kakashi jump slightly, to which she giggled while continuing her ministrations down his front. 

“Your imperfections, your eyes, your hair, your body…” She dragged, bringing her tongue to slowly trace previous kisses up to his navel and back down, “Your muscles,” Again, Kakashi’s skin jumped when her hands crawled up his abdomen, relishing in the way the muscles went taunt under her touch. 

“But most of all,” She slowly sat up, Kakashi groaning at the loss of the warmth of her lips against his skin, “Your mind,” Y/n’s hands came down to toy with the hem of his pants. Her fingers teasing the edges, slipping beneath, only to retract when his breath grew heavy. 

“Your heart,” Y/n whispered only loud enough for the two of them to hear. Regardless of the fact if they were the only ones in the room. She wanted those words to only fall upon his ears. He was the most deserving after all. 

One of her hands came to cup the tent that had stood mighty before her, squeezing gently, feeling the way his blood pulsed violently through his veins. 

The way he gripped the sheets beneath his fists as a groan fell from behind his grit teeth, caused the fire in the pit of Y/n’s stomach to ignite, sending electricity through her body. 

“Kakashi,” She called, the only thing present on her face was love and sincerity, “I love you with every fiber of my being,” Her hands came to grip the fabric of his pants, “and I’m going to make sure you know that tonight.”

His pants were gone soon after, Y/n getting off only to undress Kakashi and herself, only to resume the same position. Only now there was no restriction between them, now purely skin to skin. Each drunk off of each other and the effects shared between them. 

Kakashi could’ve sworn he was in paradise. The image before him was one he had seen time and time again but always took his breath away. Watching Y/n lean down, taking his cock into her hand, looking up at him with big eyes. He sighed loudly, throwing his head back against the bed, hands gripping the bed sheets underneath. 

“Fuck...Y/n,” A wave of hot electricity washed over Kakashi as Y/n took him into her mouth. Her tongue working the underside of his length, her right hand still gripping whatever she couldn’t fit in her mouth. 

Kakashi’s hips jerked every time his head would brush against the back of her throat. Which in turn caused the heat between her legs to grow hotter and heavier. Once she had been able to work her mouth all the way down the length of his cock, her nose pressed gently against his pelvis. Brushing against the dusting of dark gray hair at the base of his length.

His hand found refuge at the crown of her head, “Just like that...yes,” He groaned deeply, Kakashi could’ve sworn he was seeing stars at this point. 

One of the things about Y/n that never failed to amaze him was the way she knew how to work his body. In ways that he wasn’t aware of until she became a part of his sexual life. 

Y/n continued on, pulling back to catch her breath real quick before diving back in. Her lips warm and wet against his shaft, tongue occasionally toying with the head of his cock. All the while she had snuck her own hand between her legs, in hopes of relieving the tension that had grown in her core. The moans that rumbled in her throat, her own fingers slowly circling sensitive bud, caused vibrations to ring throughout Kakashi’s body as his jaw hung slack. Pretty noises rolling off of his tongue like butter. 

Soon enough, he was chanting to the heavens above, “I’m coming, Y/n, I’m so close.” Singing her name like a mantra before spilling his load on her tongue. To which she prettily displayed before him, swallowing all that she could. 

A few moments later, giving some time to relax, Y/n had climbed onto his lap. Straddling his hips, which wasn’t the best help for his sensitive state at the moment. Regardless, she situated her frame over his, all the while running her thumb across her lips. Cleaning up whatever she had missed, “Open.” She whispered, placing her opposite hand on his chest and bringing her cum covered thumb to his lips. 

She smiles warmly, rocking her hips against his when he parted his lips and stuck out his tongue. 

“Good.” Her voice was smooth as she dragged her thumb across Kakashi’s tongue, watching intently as his lips closed around her digit and proceeded to clean it of his own seed. 

“You’re so pretty, Kakashi,” She sang happily, retracting her finger and pulling his bottom lip along with it. 

Kakashi’s chest inflated with a huge sigh, Y/n coming to lay against it as he wiped the sweat across his brow, “You get me every time, don’t you?” He chuckled deeply, peering down at her.

“Of course,” She hummed, sitting up again, “But we aren’t done yet.”

She lifted her weight, shifting so she could position her slick opening right at the tip of his hard again cock, “That was only the first part of your gift, birthday boy.” She giggled. All before settling down onto his length. Nestling her hips securely against his, throwing her head back at the addictive sensation. She soon began working herself up and down his shaft, not before muttering breathily, “Happy Birthday, Kakashi.” with a lust drunk smile etched across her lips. 

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[ateezinmymind]

smacking their butt randomly

requested by anon~ thank you so much!! 💗 I hope it’s okay

Hongjoong:

he would be shocked, absolutely baffled

“Hyung, that’s what I was thinking too!” Yunho states excitedly talking to his leader about the next filming for anewz. Something to do with behind the scenes of choreography, the tall puppy obviously feeding into this big plan, babbling about how he’ll put it together, while hongjoong supported. You watch as he bends one of his knees, making his hip pop out just enough for you to get this funny idea. Sneaking up behind joong, you give his butt a loud smack, leaving your hand there until he looks behind you. The boy literally breaks and lets out a surprised squeak, which makes him laugh. Causing the three of you to giggle, Yunho giving you a “nice!”, you could tell hongjoong was shaken up when he knocked your hand off saying “why y/n?” with the goofiest smile

Seonghwa:

he would either tease you or go full mom mode

The both of you were in the kitchen, listening to music. Seonghwa was cleaning the dishes while you spun around and made him giggle. “Hwa, watch” you laugh out, attempting to get him to look at your little groove. Instead, he kept on scrubbing trying to get them done so he could fully watch you. “Y/n hold o-“ he got caught off from the loud smack, his butt playfully slapped made you fall to the floor in laughter from his paused reaction. Immediately turned his head when he heard the thud from you landing on your knees, his face stern with wide eyes. Then you could see his features change into a sly smirk, as he rinsed his hands and dried them off. “I guess I can be done now..” he says while holding his hand out for your reach. “You’re unbelievable” pulling you up, giving you a squeeze back

Yunho:

he would stick his butt out further for you

Hearing him making little bubble noises and chants, you could tell he was playing a game. Turning into your bedroom, you saw he was doing exactly that. Controller in his hands, Yunho was distracted and sucked into the tv, his body sprawled along the bed laying on his stomach. You crawled on the bed beside him and watched him start bobbing his head, making you smile.. until you felt him start playfully knocking you with his bent leg, hitting you in the head you let out a little groan. Hearing him giggle, you smacked his butt from silly annoyance. “Oooh I see y/n is getting handsy~” he says coyly, then laughs pausing his game to get on his hands and knees. “Harder...” he says trying not to crack up, but fails “you’re weak”

Yeosang:

he would give you the coldest glare and wtf face

“No. I don’t want to.” he says after you tell him to grab himself a napkin for his messy chocolate covered face. Making you pinch his leg lightly and then patting his knee. “Yeosang, babe. You have it all over” you retaliate, “it is cute.. I guess” then bam! he’s standing there and stiff. You can’t help but chuckle at the male who doesn’t know what to say back, so he’s just standing awkwardly. It’s so tempting, Yeosang is just so cute you had to give him a little spank. Which you sort of regretted. Never has he scooted away so fast, and turn to question why. “Geez I’ll get it, just—“ he starts to blush “don’t.. uh. I’m embarrassed” earning a giggle from you watching him attempt to get the mess off his face.

San:

he would go wide eyed and laugh embarrassed

“Ya.. yes! Woooo!! Ayeee” you hear San chant out behind the closed dance practice room. Making you instantly smile and walk in to see him giving wooyoung a power stance while watching him dance. It was regular for you to visit, so they continued on without pausing, only to give you a quick wave. Wooyoung was showing San this new hip hop move he was practicing, and obviously he got excited about that, so when he started to wiggle and squeal you just had to give him a little smack. “You’re having too much fun sannie” you say as he quickly places his hands on his butt for protection. “Yahhh!!” San blurts out while Wooyoung laughs, making the two of you giggle at his shocked face and rising blush.

Mingi:

he would chase you down, no doubt

Hearing something crash in the living room you sped your way to the commotion. Mingi knocked over the lamp by the couch, and was bent over trying to not break anything. “Whoopsie” he says sheepishly, not knowing you were behind him. You give him a smack on the butt and immediately start screaming because he turns around in a split second. “Wait— Mingi wait no-“ you try getting away, but the male grabs your waist and pulls you into his chest. “What are you getting at y/n?” he says, “I didn’t need a spanking, I was cleaning it up” whining and pouting Mingi tickles your sides.

Wooyoung:

he would smack you back harder

You both were walking back to the apartment hand in hand, when you tripped over the stairs. “Oof-“ you say on the steps, hand still connected to Wooyoung’s. His laughter erupts in loud cackles, “AHAHA. AhhHAAG” he chokes out, making you groan and let go of his hand. Spanking him, you start to laugh from his face. “Uhh rude!!” you say getting back to your feet, and wooyoung waits until you’re back walking to smack you back playfully hard. This time the both of you start laughing after you say “ow!” causing you to run ahead of him, making it a game.

Jongho:

he would be so nonchalant about it, oblivious

“Yeah Jongho never does that” you say to Mingi, who is asking if your boyfriend ever made you join him at the gym. Making you drag your friend to watch Jongho lift weights, “he’s too focused to have me there with him” you say walking into the room. Making your way behind Jongho who has AirPods in, you silently mouth “watch this” to Mingi. Smacking his butt, you can’t help but laugh when you don’t get a reaction. Instead he continues to work his arms, and switch weights. Mingi was fascinated that his younger member had so much self control. “Holy cow! He doesn’t even care!”

[whatisgoingonpaul]

Things I haven’t heard before-

I’ve done this before during several scenes in specific where I found write things I hear the boys say things in the background I didn’t notice originally. It’s a little late to start again on specific scenes so this is going to be starting from a scene and then on. I am NOT going to be putting down things I’ve heard before(you can look for the specific post or just as me to do a scene. There is so much said in every scene buried by the music or noise it’s insane ) so here we go

While the boys are all chanting for Micheal to drink “Micheal Micheal Micheal.” You can also hear “take a chance” “cmon take a chance!” In between. Also “drink it”

“Rock n roll baby!” “I appreciate_____.” Something baby “just leggo man!” Another Yeeehaw. The rest fades/gets covered by the music. This is all after Micheal drinks

“Yeah I’ll give you one! Rock. The(or that) boat!” Paul, This in response to marko’s “let’s play a game! Let’s play a game Ba-by!” Suddenly ‘welcome aboard Micheal!’ makes sense. “Almost time” “almost right’ “one hand!” - this is all the bridge scene

“Let’s go!” “Let gooooooo!” “Cmon man.” “You can do it! You can do it micheal!” “ your not gonna do it” someone says something funny because they laugh - Micheal about to let go

“Micheal cmheeeere this guy will-.” - the boys circling the house

“It’s over there!” - boys at Max’s house. Almost sounds like laddie but it can’t be?

Bat noises 💕 but fainter then usual “markoooo” dog like growl??? “Over and out!” “Cmon man” “well get em later” - Boys coming back to the cave at dawn

“Ya ready?” Marko’s yeuhhh “We gotta.” ”_____ ones mine.” “Again?” “There how bout that?” - in the tree

Bat noises 💕 “Cmon Micheal!” “It’s not that bad.” “Yea cmon” “you want this!” - feeding scene

“Aww man” “ told ya he wasn’t gonna do it” *laughter* - after you must freed

Stars own bat noises when she leaves

“This has nothing to do with the food fight” “I should cover this. I’m the head frog here.” - Explaining the situation to Lucy

That weird ass scream while max is day dreaming

“Yea…. I’m fine.” “I was so scared” - Laddie talking to star

[bungeenomin]

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN- CHOI SAN

Genre: Choi San x reader smut

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: San was the only one against playing 7 minutes in heaven from the beginning. You knew he didn’t want to play, everyone knew. What you didn’t know, was how badly he would react to you entering the closet with one of his closest friends, Seonghwa.

Warning: dirty talk, dominance, oral (male and female receiving, over stimulation (female)

A/N: Feel free to send me requests, asks and leave me feed back!

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All eyes are on your best friend Mina as she spins the green glass bottle that sits in the middle of your group of friends, everyone anxiously anticipating the fate of the spin.

You, Mina and the boys are inseparable. It all started last year when Mingi and Wooyoung took the same dance class as you, a bond instantly forming. The boys didn’t hesitate to introduce you to their friends Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, Jongho and San. Since that very day, your close knit group is never far apart.

Everyone knows Mina has had a crush on Yunho for the longest time, and luckily, Yunho feels the exact same way. Despite constant encouragement from the friend group to confess, they are both cowards and have kept it to themselves. The bottle begins to slow, passing Hongjoong, Jongho and comes to a halt on the one and only, Jeong Yunho.

“Fucking finally” Yeosang shouts, jumping up from his position on the floor and clapping his hands in excitement, everyone else screaming and shouting in celebration with him. The long awaited moment was finally happening.

The pair who’s cheeks are both decorated with blush now, give each other a small smile as Yunho extends his hand to Mina, in which she accepts.

“Wear a condom!” Mingi shouts after the pair as they enter the closet, causing an eruption of laughter to come from the circle.

“Finally!” you giggle, looking San who sits beside you, seeming to be lost in thought.

“Sannie?” you call, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Huh?” he questions, snapping back into reality. “Sorry i wasn’t listening, what did you say?”

“I said finally! You know, Mina and Yunho” you reply, ruffling his hair before he swats your hand away gently.

“Yeah it’s great” San mumbles, scrolling through his phone.

There’s something off with San today, but you can’t place your finger on it. You and San are extremely close, always sharing opinions, thoughts, worries, cuddles. You value your friendship more than words can describe and honestly, you love the bones off of San. You know it’s probably something small, but you hate seeing moody San.

“Sannie” you coo with a pout, “are you okay? what’s wrong?”

“He’s just moody y/n” Wooyoung teases, laying his head on your shoulder. “San sulks over everything, and it’s always for stupid reasons”. 

San looks up at Wooyoung with a far from impressed glare. “Fuck off Woo” San spits, before continuing to scroll through his phone. 

“Woo was that really necessary?” you ask with a frown, as you comb your hand through the boys hair. 

“I like pissing him off y/n, it’s like a hobby” Wooyoung pouts, almost like a child being told off by their parents. 

“Well i don’t like sulky Sannie so leave him be” you whisper to the boy, not wanting to annoy San anymore with you and Wooyoung’s running commentary on his mood swings. 

With that, Mina and Yunho enter back into the room hand in hand, both looking extremely flushed and messy. They clearly had the fun they were scared of having for so long.

“How did that go?” Yeosang asks, as he quirks an eyebrow at the pair.

“Well” Yunho blushes, “I’ve come out of it with a girlfriend so yeah, it went pretty well”. Everyone starts screaming and clapping for the new couple. Well everyone except San, who sits with a small, forced smile on his face.

“Y/n’s turn, y/n’s turn” Jongho smiles, as he nods his head towards the bottle, indicating for you to spin.

You move towards the bottle, taking a deep breath and give the bottle a spin. You can barely breathe as the bottle slows down. Maybe this was a bad idea. What if the person it lands on doesn’t wan-

Before you can even finish thinking of all the possible bad scenarios in your head the bottle stops directly across from you. You look up from the bottle to reveal the faith of your spin, only to see Park Seonghwa looking back at you with a soft smile, all while ooh’s and ah’s come from the circle.

“Do you wan-“

“Let’s go” you cut off Seonghwa before he can even finish asking you if you were okay with it.

Seonghwa is the sweetest. Of course he asked you if you’re okay. You would be lying if you said you didn’t find Seonghwa attractive. Anyone would be lying if they said they didn’t find Seonghwa attractive. He was sculpted by the God’s, has an amazing personality, is the sweetest person. Everything about him is perfect. Although you don’t have a crush on Seonghwa, you couldn’t be happier to enter that closet with him.

You both stand up and leave the loud, chanting group behind you as you walk into the closet, Seonghwa closing the door behind him. You both stare at each other for a few seconds, neither of you sure how to make the first move. That’s until Seonghwa walks towards you and places one hand on your waist, as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, before gently pressing his hand against your cheek.

“Tell me if you want to stop or slow down y/n, yeah?” he softly smiles, looking you in the eye. His actions causing your heart to rise as you lightly nod your head in response, and that was all it took.

Seonghwa leans in slowly, placing his soft lips on yours and kissing you gently. He kisses you so delicately, like you were a piece of fine china that would break if handled too harshly. It felt, nice.

Your lips move together in synchronisation as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Seonghwa smirks against your lips, before biting down softly on your bottom lip, resulting in a small moan to escape your lips which were still pressed against Seonghwa’s.

“Mmh y/n, you’re gonna kill me making noises like that for me” Seonghwa groans against your lips, moving his hips against your smaller body, letting you feel his growing erection. Seonghwa’s hands drop to your ass, squeezing it harshly, stealing another moan from you. You separate your lips from Seonghwa’s as you kiss along his prominent jaw line before peppering his neck in kisses. You stop when Seonghwa releases a needy moan. His sweet spot. You suck down harshly on the spot that causes the boy so much pleasure, definitely leaving a large mark.

You were enjoying yourself so much with Seonghwa, you hardly notice the door swinging open harshly.

“Out now” is what made you come out of the trance you were in with Seonghwa and realise your time was up. It’s San who opened the door and he looks less than impressed. Seonghwa looks at you with blushed cheeks, before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Hwa, you head back, i need to talk to y/n for a sec” San says monotonously, “don’t send anyone else in, we’ll be back in a few minutes”. Seonghwa looks at San with a puzzled expression, before looking back at you to check that you’re okay, which you answer by giving him a soft smile and a nod. With that, the taller boy walks out, leaving you and San, alone in the closet.

San closes the door, before turning to face you, still sporting the hard expression he had since he opened the door. He walks towards you, a dark look in his eye. You don’t know why you are so nervous, it's just San after all, but you take a step back as he approaches you, causing your back to press against the wall. San places his hands on the wall, either side of your face. What did you do to make him so annoyed?

“Y/n,y/n,y/n, what are you playing at today, hm?” San questions, his eyes practically burning through you.

“Sannie i don’t know what you mean” you pout, “i know i’ve annoyed you for some reason today and i’m sorry i didn’t mean to. If it was me and Woo making fun of-”

“Come on now baby, don’t act stupid with me” San chuckles coldly.

“B-baby?” You whisper, breaking eye contact with San so he can’t see you blushing.

“Look at me” San says as he places your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, making you look at him. “Don’t act like you don’t know the effect you have on me. You’re telling me you really sat there clueless as to why i was annoyed with playing spin the bottle? Clueless as to why i told Seonghwa to get out after four minutes? I don’t want anyone else to kiss you, to hold you, to feel you. I want to”.

You can’t believe what San is saying. Choi San, your best friend. The person you feel most comfortable with. The person who always offers his shoulder for you to cry on. The person who came to the library with an umbrella to walk you home when it was raining. The person who came back from visiting his family at Christmas two days early because he knew you were back in college by yourself.

“Call me selfish y/n, but i want you all to myself. I get so jealous when i see other guys talk to you, or even when you talk to one of the guys more than me. I want to kill Seonghwa for laying a finger on you. For kissing you. Holding you. I want you y/n, no one else”

“I want you too San” you whisper, almost inaudible, but San hears it. He can’t help himself anymore as he smashes his lips against yours. He’s desperate and needy for you, and although you don’t know it, you are desperate and needy for him too. It all finally makes sense to you now. San feels different than the rest of the boys to you because you need him. You like him. You want him. You can’t stand an hour without talking to San. His little morning texts and reminders to eat always mean so much to you, because he means so much to you.

San grabs your waist, closing the space between you. “Jump” he mumbles against your lips, and you obeyed, jumping and wrapping your legs around San’s waist as he grabs your ass, needing at it while biting on your lip, a loud moan escaping your lips.

“Making such pretty noises for me baby girl” San groans against your lips, “but you need to be louder for me, let Seonghwa know you’re mine”.

San’s lips roam your neck, leaving bites and bruises all over. The pool between your legs becoming unbearable. All you want is for San to touch you, so you start grinding your hips against his. Looking for friction.

“Baby girl, if you want help, ask me” San smirks against your neck, “use your words for me princess”.

A small moan leaves your lips at San’s words, “Sannie please i n-need you to touch me”.

San brings his face back up to yours, a small smile paints his lips as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “good girl”.

San harshly pulls your leggings down and off of your legs, along with your soaking wet panties. “So wet for me already?” San questions, extremely cocky.

Before you can even answer, San who still manages to hold you against the wall, lowers himself to be level with your heat, latching onto it with him mouth and running his fingers up through your dripping folds, a loud moan falling from your lips as you grab onto his hair.

“Fuck San” you moan, as his flat tongue rolls over and over your sensitive nub rapidly, causing your body to shake in reaction.

“Louder angel” San mutters against your throbbing heat, the vibrations sending you into a frenzy, an extremely loud moan leaving your lips, causing San to smirk against your folds. Your friends outside most definitely heard you.

Without warning, San sticks two of his long fingers inside of you, moving them in and out quickly, pounding them against your g spot every time. “Holy fucking shit San” you moan, pulling slightly on his hair which causes a moan to escape San’s own lips.

“San i need to c-cum, please” you scream, barely able to see with the amount of pleasure San was giving you.

San picks up his pace, his tongue and fingers moving faster and faster. “Fuck San i’m cumming” you moan loudly, your load finally releasing into San’s mouth, but San doesn’t slow down his ministrations. He continues at the same pace he was going at before you came.

“Fuck San i just came fuck, fuck, fuck San, too much” you scream, pulling his hair tightly, causing him to moan deeply against your throbbing heat again, before pulling away.

San moves back up to your level, sticking his soaked fingers in your mouth, your tongue swirling around and cleaning your juices off without hesitation. “Good girl” he whispers in your ear, sucking on the spot under it momentarily before pulling away.

“Knees” San demands, looking at you with powerful eyes, and you comply, dropping straight to your knees and bringing your hand to San’s sweatpants, yanking them down along with his boxers, letting his hard erection spring free. You look up at San slightly shocked at how big he is.

“Someone’s eager” San smirks, fisting his hand around your hair for something to hold onto.

You nod, looking at him with seductive eyes as you grab his length in your hand, running your thumb across his leaking tip before pumping him a few times. Without breaking eye contact, you wrap your mouth around the tip, your tongue swirling across it in all directions.

“Fuck baby girl” San breathily sighs. “Looking so pretty taking my cock. Such a good girl for me”

San pushes your head forward slightly, resulting in your head bobbing down further on his dick, you yourself picking a pace, moving your hollowed cheeks up and down on his length, your tongue driving San insane.

“Fuck” he moans, moving your head down even further, hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag, your eyes filling with tears at the sensation. “Mmh look how dirty you’re being for me princess. Sucking my dick so good, taking it all. Look at you gagging on me baby, i’m so big for your pretty little mouth mmh. All pretty with your tears over my cock angel”

You moan at San’s dirty words, the sensation making San’s dick twitch in your mouth. “Fuck angel i’m gonna cum” he groans, bobbing your head faster and faster. With a tight squeeze on your hair, San cums in your mouth, deep moans escaping his lips as you take his load in your mouth, the cum dripping from your mouth making San roll his eyes in pleasure.

San pulls you up gently, sucking on your bottom lip and cleaning up the cum that dripped from it. “My good girl” San smiles softly, tucking your messy hair behind your ear and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Only yours” you whisper, your forehead pressed against San’s.

[sasukelore]

reaction hcs on any the bnha boys catching their shy s/o pillow humping ehehe-? 😳

summary: bnha boys catching his shy innocent s/o dry humping on his favorite pillow

characters: shinsou hitoshi, Dabi, bakugou Katsuki, izuku midoriya.

authors note: I like this request way too much, so I’m gonna write a part two! I was originally gonna add shouto but I wanted to put it out as soon as possible. thank you for requesting, my love.

warnings: nsfw, fingering, degradation, dom/sub behavior, deku being a little perv, (corruption??)

Oh he’d be pissed off. Who the fuck do you think you are getting yourself off without him? Is he not good enough for you? Well don’t worry, princess, you’re in for it now.

He’d watch as your legs were tiredly shaking, you were about to cum, but it had taken you so long to get to get to that point. He wanted to laugh at you, dumbass, doesn’t even know how to make herself cum.

You’ll be able to hear the sudden foot steps to the bed you were currently face down on, your eyes full of tears built from frustration as you pushed your hips back and forth onto bakugou’s pillow.

Tbh he’d be a bit flabbergasted... wtf are you doing, that’s not gonna make you cum? Stupid girl.

Bakugou aggressively grabbing your hips to turn you around on your back to confront his naughty little s/o, isn’t even giving you time to stop on your own.

Your pretty flushed cheeks has him practically snickering. Although, his amusement doesn’t last as he bristles, his thumbs pushing down into your hip.

He’d love watching you squirm, trying to get out from his grasp. You’re sputtering, trying to explain yourself.

Bakugou will definitely take on a more aggressive approach, because watching you mewl against the pillow gave him hard on, and he’s aching to just ruin you and put you in your place

He’s making you suck it. He’ll grab your hair all the while asking if you were thinking about him while moving your tired hips like that, of course you were.

You’ll try to respond, gagging on his length and saliva mixed with his cum drips from your lips onto the bedsheets.

“You like me stuffing my cock in your mouth, eh? Fuckin’ love it when you swallow my load, dirty girl.” Bakugou’s intense vermillion eyes stare down at you as he chants how lucky you are he’s here right now

As usual, he’s so cocky about you needing him to help you finish, nobody and nothing can make you feel as good as he does

He wouldn’t even give you a break, you wanted to cum so bad right? Now you’re on your fourth orgasm, feeling deliciously overstimulated

Definitely don’t let this man catch you doing anything on your own, he’s an absolute animal

Definitely the sadist out of the group. He loves embarrassing his sweet innocent s/o.

Look at you, so needy you’re crying out his name when he’s not even there? You’re adorable. But who told you that you could stop?

Dabi would make you grind on the pillow while he watches from the chair in the corner of the room, you put on such a good show for him!

Slowly palming himself to the shy whimpers you let out, his own drawled out groan bounces off the walls which if you listen closely, you’ll be able to make out his favorite pet name... doll

Dabi has so much self control, he’ll never snap at you when he gets sexually frustrated. Instead, he feeds off your humiliation and neediness and gets off on it

It’s only when he’ll see your painfully adorable fucked out expression, that he’ll take pity on you.

He loves grabbing your face with his big hands, and smushing it together, leaning down for a chaste kiss, and chuckling at your pleading moan to come back and kiss you like he means it.

He’d try to get what boldness you have out of you. Making you make as much noise as possible, I mean, you had no shame when he wasn’t here?

Oh he’d tease tease. He’d make fun of how bratty you are, and how hurt he is that you didn’t ask him to help you cum :(

Tbh I don’t even think he’d stick his cock in you, he’d wanna taste and have you quite literally, wrapped around his fingers

That goes hand in hand with him having maximum self control, he’s a lot about how you feel emotionally, and he can get off your cute little pouts almost entirely

10/10 if you’re a bad girl

Okay, just wanna say, if he finds you grinding on your pillow, I’m actually kinda scared for you. It can go so many ways.

He’ll either be pissed the FUCK off, and legitimately too, not like Bakugou who’s actually smug he caught you. No, Shinsou gets mad mad.

But he could also be the most understanding guy in the world! The best boyfriend ever 🥺 because now he’s praising you for doing such a good job with little pets on the top of your head. So soft.

Unless he’s mad like I said, in which he wastes no time stopping you and pulling you over his lap and making your jiggling cheeks pretty shades of red and purple, you won’t even be able to sit!

You know better don’t you? You’re suppose to wait til he’s come home so he can treat you good himself? Shinsou will get mean.

You wanna be fucked so bad yeah? Well too bad. You’re not. You’re gonna lay across his lap while you rub your thighs together, your eyes filling up with tears

You can feel his hard on against your leg... Not that you’ll have any time to think any further on it Shinsou pulling your legs only slightly apart, quickly inserts a digit into your wettening slit.

He’s the king of degradation, making sure to call his little kitten a few names that of course, have you squirming in his lap, brushing against his member

Shinsou will be someone who’ll just snap unexpectedly. Pulling you up, he’ll have you straddle him properly, and he might even seem gentle. But you know better when he tugs your hair and roughly suckles on your neck, leaving love bites in his wake

Tbh he’ll have the image of you trying to get yourself off replaying and replaying in his mind, and he’ll wanna somewhat recreate that image.

He’ll have you ride him until he’s satisfied and don’t be sloppy about it. He’ll lazily meet your thrusts, curses flying out his mouth in murmurs.

He’ll love making you feel like he doesn’t even care, that you were the one who wanted this, he loves fucking with your mind that much, not that you’d be complaining.

His aftercare? 10/10. Tbh he might get a little insecure afterwards.... Is he not making you feel good enough? Is that why you were on the pillo-

Anyways. Please just reassure him it’s eating him up rn 😩✋

He’s gonna have a heart attack. Not that he wouldn’t stop staring, because yes midoriya is a gentleman, but it’s not like he hasn’t already seen you pinned underneath him? So what’s the problem

He’d watch as your eyes would snap shut abruptly, as your pretty blue panties rubbed against where either one of your heads would rest.

Midoriya has a little bit of a perv side, an unexpected one too, he’s so noble and sweet. But how is he suppose to stop you? He’s just watching okayyyy

He won’t even be mad or annoyed, In fact he’s probably gonna take it better than everyone else. He’d think you’re so beautiful, and how much you’re making his heart speed up

He might even just unbutton his slightly baggy jeans, which feel absolutely suffocating now, and slip his large scarred hands under the now opened band.

Looking at your face, and pondering the fact you haven’t even spotted him from the doorway yet, and watch your movements.

He’d feel beads of his own slick on his hand as he strokes and strokes to your unusually loud sounds

Points if you see him and keep going. His little guilty blush is worth the embarrassment of your boyfriend walking in on your sinful moment.

He’d hesitantly ask if he can touch you, and how hard he is for you. His shaky hand rolling your clit with the tip of his fingers

His other hand might find a home placed on your chest, he’d squeeze rub, suck. Before you know it he’s on top of you whimpering just as you are.

[2-cute-4-school]

𝘕𝘊𝘛 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴

requested by the lovely @m4rshm4llow​ (*ૂ❛ัᴗ❛ั*ૂ)

Mark Lee

i think mark is quite good with children too when he’s not frozen in awkwardness

but i wouldn’t trust with him alone with a kid for too long tbh

like i see him as someone who could probably entertain a kid for a couple of hours succesfully but taking care of them?? yeah no (˵¯͒ བ¯͒˵)

so let’s say he had to tag along with you to babysit because he didn’t want to waste any time he could spend with you *let my boy receive his love*

but he’s not thaaaat excited he just hopes that the kid will get K.O.-ed early in the night so he could have some alone time with you( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°).... TO CUDDLE ya nasties

so when you arrive at your cousin’s house and you come in

he surely DIDN’T expect a kid to literally throw himself onto you and cling to your legs while chanting your name o(*^▽^*)o

the only way you can get him to detach so you can walk is if you pick him up in your arms

“y/n, who’s he?” mark just stares at the chubby finger pointed at him and produces an *HIGHLY AWKWARD* smile like (*′☉.̫☉)

“oh this is mark, my boyfriend”

*silence* “ew”

now hold on rewind

did a kid just ‘ew’ at mark (｡☉︵ ಠ╬)

and then he had THE AUDACITY to cling to your neck while rambling about his new robot toy and mark had to THIRDWHEEL the entire night

now he’s sure you have superpowers how could you tame that!!??!?! even haechan could be considered mild in comparison to... this ʕ •̀ o •́ ʔ

he’s pouty the entire evening while you play and take care of the newly spawned devil in town who HOGS your attention the entire time

so when he finally runs out of energy a bit later than mark would have hoped for, he’s quick to envelop you in his arms and drag you into a well deserved cuddle session ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

“what took you so looong?”

“sorry sorry, i had to look under his man for boogeyman”

“pffft i think boogeyman is the one looking under his bed for that kid”

but he does melt when he remembers the way your eyes sparkled as the child giggled excitedly on your lap while imagining himself in the picture too (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

Huang Renjun

renjun as we all know is just a bit short tempered so i’m not sure where he stands in his relationship with kids 눈_눈

but also he brings up his younger cousins quite often and he seems very fond of them whenever he talks about them

so i guess he likes kids but like good kids ya know Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

so let’s say you’re shopping in like one of those bigger supermarkets

and you hear cries

your mother instincts literally GO OFF LIKE CRAZY

renjun doesn’t even have the time to blink before you’re dragging him in the direction of the noise with such precision you might as well have a radar at this point ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ

turns out a little girl was lost between the tall aisles

renjun is a lil bewildered cause what is he supposed to do? not like he’s tall enough to see other the aisles in his dreams maybe

but you seem to know EXACTLY what to do as you crouch down in front of the girl and speak to her so gently not even renjun can hear properly

and then as if nothing happened she stops crying

just like that so renjun decides to try his luck too o｜◕ˇ▽ˇ◕｜ツ

“come on, let’s go find mommy and daddy”

and lemme tell ya the little girl sprung into your arms and clung to you with everything she had as she mumbled into your neck

“i only wanna go with miss” (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡

his eye twitched a lil ngl （；¬＿¬)

and that’s how you end up taking a stroll to the announcement desk with a whole child gripping onto your hand

renjun would have never imagined his grocery run to turn into this

he only wanted some damn carrots not a frickin child ಠ╭╮ಠ

thankfully it didn’t take long for the parents to run over and thank you for returning their child safely but there was only one problem left

getting her to let go of you

that was a whole ass dramatic goodbye

poor renjun was left exhausted after this he gave up any grocery run he intended to do and dragged you home pronto (ﾉTдT)ﾉ

he admires you so much for how you handled the situation and how you seemed to be so natural and in your element he can only think of how great of a mother you will be in the future with his beside you hopefully

Lee Jeno

one word, his greatest asset: PATIENCE

i see jeno as a man of patience which is more than just helpful when it comes to handling children ❀.(*´◡`*)❀.

he’s also volunteered in all these programs that involved children and he did really well if you ask me soooo he’s a good ally to have (︶.̮︶✽)

and you really REALLY want to volunteer together at one of those like emergency centres for children or something

and who is he to deny his love? he couldn’t have even if he wanted to, you’re too cute in his eyes so he lets you get your way anyway

so before you step inside one of the caretakers gives you some advice

warns you that the new kid, a little girl still in primary school, is still very closed off and wary of everyone

but as you step inside the kids get drawn to you like moths to a flame, swarming around you and asking you questions while dragging you in the living room to play with them

jeno just trails behind, watching the entire commotion with his soft eye smile as he understands (◍•ᴗ•◍)

he knows that you just have a way with people, he’s been in the same position mesmerized by you, it’s one of the reasons he loves you so much and seeing you so purely happy surrounded by children

MELTED HIM ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

eventually you drag him into the happy circle too and he seems to fit in just right by your side with giggling children everywhere around you

he ends up using his muscly arms ᕙ[ ˵ ͡’ ω ͡’ ˵ ]ᕗ as swings

“hey!! i’m stronger than you!!! let’s have a fight!!!!”

you just giggle as you colour some pictures with a few kids but stare at your boyfriend from the corner of your eye

jeno is so simply happy and comfortable he doesn’t even notice when you disappear from the crowd at first

but when he does his eyes search wildly for you like a lost puppy Σ(ﾟﾛ､ﾟ;)

but then he spots you

curled up on a small couch in the corner of the room, deep in conversation with the new girl whose eyes seemed just a little brighter as you clutched her hand in yours warmly ｡ﾟ.(*´◡` )

and jeno just realises again

you’re just working your charm once again and once again jeno falls for you for the nth time, deeper than the last time and lighter than the next

Lee Donghyuck

this manchild right here smh ୧༼◔益◔୧ ༽

now don’t get me wrong i’m pretty sure he’s decent at least with children

given he has two younger siblings and he often talks about hanging out with his little brother also have you seen that vid with the little girl?? the was he talked to her ⊂（♡⌂♡）⊃

buuuut BUT he’s also DYING like a fish out of water without attention

so when he invites you to tag along to his hangout with his lil bro

he didn’t expect TO BE THE ONE THIRDWHEELING!!!! (╬ಠ益ಠ)

you keep feeding and pampering his brother who basks in your full attention half because he loves it half because he loves the annoyed look on hyuck’s face

“babe i want some kimchi too” (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

“oh!!! sure, i’m sorry for hoarding it all”

and as hyuck awaits with his eyes closed and his mouth open with a pleased smile

you plop a bowl of kimchi in front of him and turn back to his brother as he tugs on the sleeve of your shirt

hyuck, muttering to himself: ‘i should have left you home, you lil brat, both of you traitors!!!!!’ (ノTДT)ノ ┻┻

he pouts and sighs dramatically with crossed arms the entire night while watching you interact oh so sweetly with his little brother

but he can’t deny the warm feeling of fondness swarming is his chest seeing you get along so well with his family and being so genuinely happy when you’re with kids

still complains to you when he gets you alone

“i can’t believe you love my brother more than me!!! ME, YOUR SWEET LOVELY CUTIE BOYFRIEND!!!” ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

“first of all, i wouldn’t stretch it that far-” “how is that stretching-?!??!”

“i’m sorry i’m sorry, my sweet lovely cutie boyfriend, i just missed him, he’s so cute and i haven’t seen him in so long and he seems to grow so fast every time we meet” (oꆤ︵ꆤo)

NOW hyuck is real soft how can he be mad at you when you’re THIS ADORABLE AFSKSGDFSAF-

hyuck just presses a sweet smooch to your temple and mutters

“he only acts that cute with you, he’s a devil at home”

“sheesh, i wonder who he takes after” *pointed look* (￢ε￢　)

Na Jaemin

my man here will most likely compete with YOU for the CHILD’S attention

it’s like GAME OVER for him if a child rejects him ε-(≖д≖﹆)

he’s never gonna get over this betrayal from both sides

so let’s say he takes you with him when he offers to babysit a cousin or neighbour idk you get where i’m getting at

and he’s already ‘play buddies’ with him as jaemin likes to put it (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)

and you’re slightly acquitanced with him from a previous visit to jaemin’s house when you coincidentally met

so when jaemin opens the door and announces his presence LOUDLY, the little boy doesn’t waste A SECOND to waddle in the hallway and meet you both ლ(＾ω＾ლ)

and jaemin crouches to meet him midway and-

and he *swooshes* past jaemin and into your open arms while giggling

jaemin, a lonely man in the middle of a hallway: (ಥ⌣ಥ)

the entire day, your boyfriend tries to steal the kid’s attention or bribe him over with sweets or toys

now you’re wondering who the real brat is

is salty about the UTTER rejection but also can’t help but watch you both so fondly with a proud hopefully in future for real fatherly smile (*ૂ❛ัᴗ❛ั*ૂ)

“are you practicing, y/n?”

“pardon?”

“practice, are you practicing?”

“for...?” ∑（´△｀○）

“ya know” *wiggles eyebrows* “taking care of our future children”

“learn how to control your own brat at home read jisung first and THEN we can talk, jaemama”

jaemin can’t believe this low blow, how could you after everything he’s done: cooking for you, taking you on bike rides even though he was the one who wanted to, even buying pads!!! or even worse!!!!! STRAWBERRY YOGHURT!!!!!! ∑(ﾟ台ﾟlll

he’s still pouty as you all put on an animation and snuggle a blanket

but then!!!! you fall asleep with the little boy in your embrace

and jaemin!!!!! just!!! CAN’T!!! stay mad!!!!!! cause you’re both just SO absolutely irrevocably CUTE!!!!!! ♡( ૢ⁼̴̤̆ ꇴ ⁼̴̤̆ ૢ)~ෆ♡

so he just HAS TO lay a *meaningful* smooch on your forehead as he sleepily moves closer to you both, one arm wrapping loosely around you while the other caresses the child’s head, lulling the both of them to sleep his protecc instincts kicked in y’all

Zhong Chenle

he has already expressed his wish to have a family someday since he wants to live the same happiness his brother does with his own family

which i think is ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS

and we all know he’s WHIPPED for his nephew ˞♡ฅ(ᐤˊ꒳ฅˋᐤ)

but unfortunately

that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s good with children yet

let me give you a context over here

so he’s left alone for a short while with his baby nephew which shouldn’t be too bad since technically chenle is an adult at least legally okay??

and right things are all good until BABY STARTS TO CRY i’m talking about the actual baby here although chenle might cry too at this point

and chenle just PANICS when he realises that just shushing won’t work and whacking a hand over his mouth *cough* like he does to jisung *cough* isn’t an option (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)

but thankfully, you’re there!!!!!!

“may i?” you ask chenle as you stretch out your arms in his direction

chenle has never passed over anything faster in his entire life џ(ºДºџ)

so when you coddle the baby in your arms and just gently bounce him a little he just settles down so cutely and most important QUIETLY as he stares up at you with curious eyes, small fingers curling up around a necklace swung around your neck or just the fabric of your shirt

chenle is all like (๑•́o•̀๑)!!

HOW DID YOU JUST DO THAT!!!!

and he watches with eyes even more curious than his nephew’s eyes as the baby slowly dozes off peacefully in your arms (꒡ ω ꒡ )zzz

it just hits him just how natural the scene looks

he approaches carefully once he’s sure his nephew fell asleep and lays a gentle hand on your head as he peers down at the cute chubby baby face

“you’re a life saver, how did you even manage to do that?” ◎ܫ◎

“you know, i have to take care of you all the time so-”

he flicks your forehead faster than you can finish that sentence

way to ruin a moment (oT-T)

but *SIKEEE* the baby fusses a little as soon as you frown and chenle immediately freaks out

he showers the spot on your forehead with kisses and his nephew settles down once again as you smile at him proudly ໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७

chenle rolls his eyes as if he doesn’t wish for this scene to become familiar to him sometime in the future

Park Jisung

this chick is still a baby who barely hatched

so he’s still in CONSTANT WONDER of the world ༼ つ ◕o◕ ༽つ

and in this episode of ‘jisung the explorer’ he’s discovering... ACTUAL babies

so you were on a date at the local mall when you met with a family friend of your mom’s who was struggling with her fussy baby girl in a carrier while trying to shop for some baby products

so you offer to watch over the girl until her mom finishes up (•́⌄•́๑)૭✧

but just as you’re about to attach the baby carrier to yourself, an old woman asks for directions around the shop

so you pass the baby to jisung for literally a minute to show the lady the way └(>ω<。)┐

and jisung is HIGHKEY PANICKED

he holds the baby by the underarms at arms length and obviously she doesn’t enjoy that and just starts wailing in the middle of the shop

and people just... stare (,Ծ_Ծ,)

and jisung is all like ‘IT’S NOT MINE!!!!! AND I’M NOT STEALING OR MISTREATING IT EITHER!!!!!!’

the moment you’re back in his sight, he’s THRUSTING that tiny loud bald creature in your arms it’s a child jisung ║ * ರ Ĺ̯ ರ * ║

and he expects for you to panic too but right away

the baby quietens down as you cuddle her close to your chest and coo softly in a hushed baby voice

and she plays with your shirt while you glare at your boyfriend (눈_눈)

“y/n, you sorcerer, how did you just shut it off?”

“i didn’t ‘shut it off’, she’s a baby not a tape recorder”

“oh REALLY, i couldn’t tell the difference for a moment there”

you just might consider returning jisung and keeping the baby（ ಠωಠ）

he watches in wonder as you entertain the baby for the next few minutes until her mother comes back

and he swears his heart skips a beat when he sees your smile widen with tenderness once you get a small giggle out of the baby (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*)

he supposes maybe she isn’t so bad since she makes you so happy

even though she was louder than even chenle which is an accomplishment at this point

and when jisung notices your slight pout once you gave the baby back and parted ways he makes sure to shower your face in kisses until you regain the same smile that made him fall so deep in love with you