#LOOK AT YOU WITH THE BIG WORDS YOU'RE SO SMART GOOD JOB BABY

[aberooski]

I HAVE BEEN WHEEZING FOR MULTIPLE MINUTES

HASSLEBERRY MY SWEET SON I ADORE YOU BUT THIS IS SO FUNNY COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH THIS IS THE HARDEST I'VE LAUGHED IN DAYS AND IT'S NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY BUT IT'S HILARIOUS 😭💛

[dokyumms]

seventeen's reaction to their s/o being a surgeon !

pairings: ot13 x gn surgeon!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 861

cw: none

a/n: another request done! i'm definitely not a surgeon, so this is probably not accurate T-T also, i'm going to try to start posting on a schedule eventually... but i'm not sure yet. anyways, enjoy this kings ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

scoups - he didn't even realize he could fall more in love with you until you told him you were a surgeon. not only are you smart, but you save lives (and he just thinks you look hot in scrubs)? oh he's dug himself up a deeper hole. he tries to do what he can to help you, always offering to pick you up from work even if you clock out just hours before he has to go to practice.

jeonghan - he enjoys being your stay at home wife and sugar baby lol. when he found out, he probably showed the most excitement he'd shown in a while, "so, this means you have enough money to buy me a dyson hair dryer?" he likes knowing that you're working hard while he rots on the couch, but he hates when you have to get up for work at 5:30 in the morning. you can't count how many times you've almost been late for work since jeonghan will trap you in bed with him until the very last minute.

joshua - honestly the best moral support. he really loves that you help others for a living and wants to get involved, making bracelets for all your surgical patients. whenever you're burnt out or tired, he's there to catch you as well. he wants to make sure you're always in the best state to do your job well, so occasionally he'll nag on some of your bad habits, "we need you alive so you can keep other people alive silly,"

jun - he's very curious about your job, "you do what?? tell me more," he always asks about how your day was and won't sleep till you tell him every detail. so, now he knows all the drama between your coworkers. anytime he gets injured he immediately sends a photo to you with absolutely no warning and asks you to diagnose him (because he lowkey thinks surgeon = doctor 😭).

hoshi - very explosive reaction to say the least... "WHAT?? that's like such a scary job though??? how..?" he's honestly a little scared of you now. one time he sent you a picture of a vase he accidentally broke and was like "you won't dissect me or something because of this... right?" but anytime a member disrespects him? he's instantly using you to threaten them.

wonwoo - if he didn't have enough respect for you already, he certainly does now. he lovesss having a book-smart partner. sort of like jun, but he does more research so he can engage in more conversation with you. he even read a book all about it so you don't have to explain all the medical lingo to him.

woozi - secretly very impressed. he tries to be nonchalant about it when he finds out like, "okay.. cool," but then he'll end watching a ton of videos about it later. he would've never thought someone like you could have such an enduring job, you're always so bright around him! if it were him, he'd never be in a good mood lol.

dk - he's definitely worried about you all the time now, but also you're biggest cheerleader! anytime you have a big surgery coming up, he always send you good luck messages, "my y/nnn, you got this! i'll be cheering you on ๑˃̶͈̀Ⱉ˂̶͈́๑" he totally checks up on you like every hour as well, "are you eating? well you should eat :)"

mingyu - like jeonghan, he's now your stay at home wife. he literally packs you lunch every morning and even puts in little sticky notes with surgeon-related jokes... are they funny? well, more or less, but he always draws little doodles of you in your scrubs that make you giggle.

the8 - he admires you so much for your job, and he makes sure that you know it too. when you get home from work he's just like, "you're so cool, you know," if you EVER downplay yourself, he's constantly reminding you that you shouldn't try to make it sound like your job is easy. and to your dismay, he's always flexing that he's got a surgeon as his partner.

seungkwan - impressed and worried. whenever you mention having a big surgery, he's more nervous than you (even if it's already passed). he's really big on making sure you're taking care of yourself, offering to treat you to a spa day whenever you have time. plus, it's an excuse for him to do face masks with you.

vernon - bro will NOT stop making 'grey's anatomy' references. it's too late to stop him. "there're no 'mcdreamys' at your job right?" he makes you watch the show with him and asks if it's accurate. other than that, super chill and respects your work ethic.

dino - he's scared of you, but also super proud. you won't catch this guy even coming close to disrespecting you anytime soon. also someone who will confuse surgeons as doctors, so you have to explain to them that they're really different, and no, you can't write him a doctor's note so he can skip practice because he has a 'mega bad headache'

[lazyjellyfish300]

𝒎𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝑬𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒈𝒈 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕

𔒌 miguel o'hara x fem wife!reader

𔒌 synopsis: you & your husband miguel celebrate Easter & family shenanigans ensue. part of my mom & dad are fighting series. words: 3.3k

𔒌 cw: minors dni just in case, fluff, you have kids together, protective dad miguel, established relationship, no physical description of your kids, nudity at the end but nothing suggestive, mostly just fluff

𔒌 a/n: i know easter is over but here you go, miguel nation! 🐰dividers by @/saradika-graphics

The light from your kitchen cascades across your living room, giving life to everything it touches, from the little birds in the trees outside, to the merry excitement inside, sustained by the delectable smell of honey glaze wafting from the ham roasting in the oven and the hearty smell of Belgian waffles with homemade strawberry syrup and freshly brewed coffee.

Easter was well underway in the home of the O'Haras.

"Hiii, babyyy!" You coo to your five month old daughter, Rosie, who has a big gummy smile for you between her pink pacifier, kicks her chubby legs as she watches her mommy plate the deviled eggs from her bouncer.

Miguel's most tender gazes for you are those he gives you whenever you're not looking, just like the one he's giving you right now as he watches you from across the room, not minding the tornado of destruction in your living room from your kids with all their brand new toys, fueled by the chocolate tsunami running rampant in their veins.

"Hey kids! Look who's here!"

MJ calls from the entryway with Mayday in her carrier, bringing her over to play with baby Rosie next to her bouncer.

Peter B. clumsily straightens the head of the Easter Bunny costume that got a little lopsided from when he was putting it on in the driveway, almost falling over on top of MJ when he wasn't paying attention to where he was going.

"EASTER BUNNY, EASTER BUNNY!"

Your seven-year-old Marcus and three-year-old Anthony lose their minds as they nearly trip over each other and scream to be the first to sit on the Easter Bunny's lap.

"Actually, the oldest goes first." Miguel reminds them sternly and they pout and grumble while Gabi merrily skips to the front and takes a seat.

"Hey Easter Bunny! I know you're not the real Easter Bunny." Gabi says as a matter-of-fact, folding her arms.

"What- *cough* I mean- what makes you say that, little girl?" Peter B. tries his best to disguise his voice as MJ facepalms. (You would think he'd be better at acting by now, what with having a double life as Spider-Man and all)

"What do you mean, aren't you just Peter-"

You shoot a look at Gabi that says, "So help me. Don't ruin this for your little brothers."

"Oop." Gabi covers her mouth and looks at her Papa for reassurance.

Miguel clears his throat and gives her a stern look,

"Listen to your mom."

He side-eyes Marcus and Anthony who are looking a little confused.

"Uh, I mean. Peter...Cottontail!" Gabi beams as she quickly thinks on her feet, saving the day.

Once your back is turned, Miguel gives a secret thumbs up to Gabi.

"Good job."

Inside his heart swelled with pride. His little girl inherited the bullshit detector from her old man. She was too smart of a cookie for all that fairytale nonsense.

Gabi tells the Easter Bunny all she wants for Easter is straight A's, and to win her soccer championship.

"I'll see what I can do, little lady." Peter answers from behind the sweaty Easter Bunny helmet, and she gives a squeak of joy as she moves out of the way for Marcus.

"Do you have a pen?" Marcus asks the Easter Bunny as soon as he sits down on Peter's lap.

You just smile and shake your head from the kitchen as Marcus gives Peter the laundry list of items he wants for Easter: including a new bicycle, the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars Lego set, a new garage for all his monster trucks, and world peace.

"Okay! Last but certainly not least!"

Anthony waddles cautiously towards the Easter Bunny, a little intimidated by the stranger in his living room.

"Ant, it's the Easter Bunny. Remember you went to the mall with Abuelita and saw him there too?" Miguel helps plop Anthony in the Easter Bunny's lap.

"AWWWH, so cute! Okayyyy...big smile!" MJ walks in front with a camera to take a picture.

"Oye, look at Tía Parker, Ant." Miguel snaps his fingers as he tries to get Anthony's attention, pulling a goofy face as he stands behind MJ.

Anthony lasts about three seconds before he ugly cries and all the photos MJ snaps on her camera show him fighting for his life to get away from the Easter Bunny.

"Alright kids, Easter Bunny's gotta go to the gas station. He has a few more stops to make." Peter announces from inside the costume before the head almost gets knocked off from walking into Miguel.

"Go out the back door, dumbass." Miguel hisses as he quickly fixes the lopsided Easter Bunny costume before Marcus notices.

"My bad." Peter wobbles his way out, getting his tail stuck in the door before MJ comes to rescue him once again.

"Mm, honey! We need to get a move on if we want to start on time." You hang up your apron, doing your best to round up baby Rosie who's getting applesauce everywhere but her mouth.

"Tío Peter!!! You just missed him!" Marcus tells Peter who comes hobbling back in with sweaty hair and disheveled clothes.

"Oh, bummer, what a shame..." Peter B. pretends to act disappointed, swearing under his breath when Mayday comes up to him holding the rental costume receipt in her chubby fist.

"Kids! Chop chop, let's go!!" You shout over the commotion when Anthony and Marcus are starting up their rough housing again.

"Your mom's right. Hey!!! Knock it off. " Miguel glares as Anthony lobs a Lego truck at Marcus's head, picking him up and shuffling him into a single file line next to his siblings before they shuffle out the door in a cyclone of chaos with their Easter baskets.

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"Babe. You know these kids are...Gabi's age at most? They're not spider-kids." You look on with disapproval at Miguel as you watch him hide the eggs in the most outrageous spots known to man: inside a storm drain, inside George Stacey's mailbox, and on top of the park pavilion roof where an adult, much less a kid could reach.

"I'm just making it a healthy competition." Miguel answers, brushing his hands together in triumph. "A little challenge never killed anybody."

"I swear to God, O'Hara." You tap your foot as Miguel wears a shit eating grin as he walks up and stands in front of you. "500 eggs, Miguel. I counted all of them. If less than 500 eggs get found today, you are responsible for every last one that didn't get found because you made it the goddamn Odyssey instead of an Easter egg hunt for elementary schoolers." You drive your point home with little pokes of your finger into his chest which barely phase him.

Miguel smirks off your concerns, his thumb playfully tickling the point of your chin as you give him an adorable glare. "Alright fine, deal."

He looks both ways to make sure you were alone before he takes your face in his hand and lightly squeezes your cheeks like a guppy, stealing a kiss from your lips. "But you'll be eating those words, Mrs. O'Hara."

"Hmph, we'll see."You answer, trying to ignore the way that kiss warmed your cheeks and the colony of butterflies that erupted in your belly despite having over five years of this together.

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Soon, the neighborhood park is a buzzing hub of Easter excitement as families and children pour in for the first ever neighborhood egg hunt, hosted by yours truly.

You stand proudly next to your husband, looking like the First Lady on his arm with your pale pink gingham Easter dress and friendly waves and smiles for everyone who arrives.

Miguel is obviously a bit uncomfortable in the limelight, but manages polite nods and firm handshakes that his limited social battery would allow, looking equally as dapper next to you in his baby blue Ralph Lauren polo and khakis.

"Who was the dumbass that invited them?" Miguel grumbles when Kron Stone, his wife, and his two shithead sons make an appearance. Kron barely looks in your direction, giving a little smile to you out of feigned politeness but then reverting back to that loathable expression on his face with a stiff nod towards Miguel.

"You did, babe." You whisper through your teeth. "You asked him at work when you were in a good mood."

"...Oh." Miguel falls quiet again as he slowly remembers. This is what he gets for being a decent human being. Damn his good mood that got him into situations he'd regret like always.

But, he sees Conchata and your mother arrive with all four O'Hara kids: Gabi and Rosie in their matching lavender dresses with frilly bows, Marcus grumbling as he fiddles with his tie, and Anthony wearing a big goldfish smile with his little bowtie, Easter baskets at the ready.

Miguel's little constellations, his reason for doing it all thanks to the woman next to him. His heart ascends a little lighter in his chest and he decides he won't let Kron have any more power over this holiday than they already did, giving your hand a squeeze before he goes to join them.

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"Ahem, um, welcome, everyone, to the first ever annual O'Hara Neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt." Miguel pauses as everyone erupted into applause.

"Oh my Goddd can we start already?" Marcus says almost a little too loud.

"Callaté." (Shut up) Gabi elbows him and Miguel shoots both of them a look that says, "Behave."

"My wife and I appreciate you all for coming out this Easter Sunday. Now for the rules..." Miguel takes out his reading glasses as he struggles to read his chicken scratch handwriting from the piece of notebook paper he kept in his breast pocket.

"No running. No fighting. No pushing and shoving. Participants must stay in their age categories." He looks over at Marcus who pouts, as his plans to sneak into the 10 year olds category got foiled all at once.

"Parents. This is a kids' Easter egg hunt. That means no helping." He side-eyes Peter B. who looks confused.

"What'd I do?"

"I think that's about it." Miguel hums as he stows his speech back in his pocket. "We will let the 0-3 category go first. Let the hunt begin."

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The park is overtaken by a swarm of chubby babies and toddlers. You cheer on Anthony, holding his basket as he plops in as many Easter eggs as his small hands can find.

Miguel is watching baby Rosie who's just learning how to crawl, laying on her belly in the grass with her big bow in her hair, looking shell shocked.

"Oye, Rosie! Princesa! ¿Qué es esto?(What's this) He gasps as he points out a large pink egg sitting just an arms length away in the grass, but she starts crawling towards a rock instead.

"Rosie! Aquí!" (Here!)Miguel snaps his fingers and Rosie coos as she smacks the rock with one of her chubby hands, seemingly set on her brand new treasure.

"No, the egg! Rosie! Ay Dios mío..." (Oh my God) Miguel sighs as another little baby runs off with the pink egg, leaving him with an empty basket, and a happy Rosie with her brand new rock.

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Marcus also fares well when it's his turn. You smile as all your babies(with the exception of Rosie) come back with full baskets, while Miguel is doing silent calculations of the sugar content in his head as Marcus and Anthony show off their collection of chocolate eggs and jelly beans.

"Maybe we should've gone with my suggestion and stuffed them with trail mix." Miguel folds his arms as you wave him off.

"Miguel, it's Easter, for fuck sakes. Nobody wants trail mix except for you." You mutter, smiling as Miguel knows he's doomed when Anthony discovers a Kinder chocolate egg.

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When it's Gabi's turn to hunt, there's a rambunctious group of boys pushing others to get in front, led by Kron's sons as the ring leaders.

Gabi goes off on her own towards a less busy area next to some trees, finding a jackpot of eggs scattered in a little clearing, when suddenly, the voice of Kron Jr. snaps behind her.

"O'Hara!"

Gabi whips around, her big brown eyes going wide at the gang of boys that surrounded her.

"This area right here is ours." Kron Jr. sneers.

Gabi shoots him an angry look, crossing her arms. "I don't see your name on it."

Across the way, Miguel is supervising, looking over the scene of eager Easter egg hunters to make sure everyone is following the rules.

"Mayday! The candy goes in your mouth, silly." Peter B. shakes his head as he walks towards little Mayday who's looking clueless with a half unwrapped Reese's egg in her hand, before it tumbles in the dirt.

"Oop! 10 second rule." Peter winks as he pops the chocolate in his mouth and Miguel pulls a face of disgust.

Suddenly, Miguel catches a glimpse of Gabi out of the corner of his eye, apparently being cornered by a pack of Chihuahuas. (Kron Jr. and his band of cronies. Like father, like son)

Oh shock, no.

Miguel speedwalks towards Gabi's rescue.

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"My dad owns this park. So therefore it's our territory." Kron Jr. scowls.

Gabi doesn't back down, furrowing her brow. "What is this, Lion King? You don't own everything the light touches!"

Kron Jr. is about to say something else but a 6'9 shadow appears behind where Gabi is standing. He freezes, his mouth agape before he slowly backs away, his minions following suit.

"I..."

Gabi raises an eyebrow at the sudden cowardice. "I what?"

"I...I...let's go." Kron Jr. spins around and walks away quickly, his little gang of hooligans high tailing behind towards safety, muttering to themselves.

"Dude what's wrong with you? "

"Are you kidding me her dad is big AF I'm not trying to die..."

Gabi stands there puzzled for a long moment, shrugging and smiling as she collects her pile of loot. Miguel watches from the shadows a short distance away, releasing his jaw and feeling a huge surge of pride wash over him. He knew his little girl could stand on her own two feet but he'd always be just a holler away whenever she needed him.

The rest of the hunt goes well with virtually no issues.

"Geez, wonder why everybody's so quiet this year. Usually the kids are more crazy." Gabi wonders to herself as the other kids part out of her way as she collects her eggs like the Red Sea, not wanting to catch the fade of her protective papa who followed her every move.

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"Gabi, my love!! Bravo!" You and Gabi's siblings have a big smile and cheers for her when she wanders back, triumphant with a basket so full she had to transfer some to her dress pockets.

"Tonight we eat like kings!" Gabi beams as Marcus and Anthony marvel at how she was able to fit that many.

You look over at Miguel suspiciously when he walks in behind her. "You wouldn't have anything to do with this, would you?"

Miguel's eyes widen and he clears his throat. "Course not."

"You did it again, didn't you?" You shake your head with a sigh as Conchata and your mother come to round up the grandbabies, walking back to your home down the street as the egg hunt wraps up.

"Hmm, what do you mean, mí vida?" Miguel plays clueless, sandalwood scent wrapping you up in the arm he puts around your shoulders as you stay behind the rest of the family, talking in low voices.

"You were lurking again." You shake your head but wrap your arm around his waist all the same, letting your head rest a little more against his chest.

"I wasn't lurking." Miguel scoffs, putting a hand in his pocket as he shoots Kron Sr. and Jr. another look as they scowl at him on their way out, Kron Jr.'s basket noticeably less full.

"Serves him right though, the little shit."

"Miguel!" You bump his hip. "Can we have world peace on Easter for once?"

"We'll see." Miguel hums. "But we're definitely not inviting them next year."

You sigh, knowing you won't get through to him. But, as you two walk into the house, seeing all of your kids sitting in a circle, already playing candy trade wars with all their Easter goodies, you figure you'll let it slide this time.

"I appreciate you looking out for our kids." You murmur, leaning into his side, giving his waist a squeeze.

Miguel nods, a smile tugging at his lips as he too takes in the sight of your little angels on Easter, so proud of all of them, getting along and trading candy.

"You know I always will."

"MARCUS! There's four Ghirardelli bunnies so I get two, and you get two!"

"MOMMY! Sissy's being greedy again!!"

It was lovely while it lasted, anyway.

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The rest of the afternoon is a blur of laughs, tears, and giggles wrapped in a big bow of Easter dinner: ham, cheesy potatoes, deviled eggs, and of course chocolate.

In the evening, when the sugar rush crashed all four of your babies and the rest of the world went to sleep, you and Miguel laid next to each other in a loving heap.

He looks at you, trying and failing to successfully ward off the warmness that swells inside him from head to toe like liquid sunlight at the wisps of hair that tickled your forehead with every soft flutter of your sleep-kissed lashes, knowing if he makes a comment about it you'll stubbornly insist that, "You're not tired, just resting your eyes."

He admires the contrast of the cream linen sheets and how they pool around the glow of your soft body in the subdued light, the weight of all the tender years you spent learning, loving, and growing older together slowly processing in his mind.

"Guess you'll just have to get your present in the morning..." He mutters, grinning to himself as he gently fastens a dainty charm bracelet around your wrist on the pillow next to your head.

Winking jewels of topaz, pearl, emerald, and peridot glitter and refract in their varying shades, casting iridescent shadows in shimmery rainbows over your relaxed brow, one birthstone for each of your babies, their brilliance only barely overshadowed by the symbol of Miguel's unceasing devotion that occupied your ring finger.

Your could render him speechless on a normal day, but in moments like this where you lay in his arms, blissful with sleep and naked, your beauty threatens to never return that shuddered breath to his lungs as though you robbed every last star in the sky of all their sparkle.

Miguel can't suppress a quiet chuckle as he gazes at the diamond letter "M" that dangled in the middle with a little studded opal in the corner for his, selfishly knowing he couldn't resist adding himself to the collection.

He'll make sure to add yours, in due time. That stone will be the biggest and therefore requires lots of planning, consulting your mother and your besties, and of course, all the funds necessary to make it happen.

He'd give it to you after all, a diamond worthy of you.

You gleamed amidst a sea of cosmos in a multiverse that seemed to insist that Miguel O'Hara would never be a happy man. But you proved them wrong in this one.

He can barely wait for the smile you'll bless him with in the morning when you open your eyelids to the sunlight that pours through the windowsill and to his warm kisses he'll plant like flowers along your neck.

He leans down to kiss you one more time before the steady hush of your heartbeat leaves him peacefully snoring at your side.

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@ultravioletrayz @opaloharas @arsenicjuice had to tag my Miguel wifeys 💞🫶🏽 thank you for reading!

[tedwardremus]

Oh i agree with you with other aurors calling them nepotism babies 😂 but i think the older ones have soft spot for neville even thought they didnt get to see him as baby but “he is alice and frank’s kid, that’s our nephew”

Neville swallowed hard, his hand hovering on the door to the Auror Office.

He hadn’t thought twice when Mr. Shacklebolt—no, Minister Shacklebolt—invited him to join the Aurors alongside Ron and Harry, waiving the usual test scores and three years of training. He’d accepted immediately. Eager to prove himself. To finish what they'd started. To carry on his family’s legacy. To make his Gran proud.

And now, standing at the threshold of what felt like his destiny—one he had only ever dared to voice to Trevor—he was suddenly unsure of everything. Did he deserve to wear Auror robes? Was he skilled enough? Smart enough? Brave enough?

He had half a mind to turn around and hide in his grandfather’s old greenhouse when a familiar voice called out behind him.

“Neville! Great, you're here!”

“Hey, Ron,” Neville said, managing a small smile as Ron clapped him on the back. Harry stood beside him, stoic and straight-backed as always, giving Neville a nod.

Neville squared his shoulders, trying to mimic Harry’s confidence.

“Let’s get in there before they realize what a mistake they made, offering a bunch of Hogwarts dropouts full-time jobs,” Ron said cheerfully, pushing open the door.

“Technically, I didn’t drop out,” Neville said. “I can still take my exams this summer with everyone else in our year.”

Ron gave him a baffled look. “Why would you do a mad thing like that?”

Before Neville could answer, they stepped up to the front desk where an elderly witch sat behind a stack of paperwork.

Are you three lost?” the witch behind the desk asked, arching one penciled brow as she looked up from a stack of parchments.

“No,” Harry said with calm certainty. “We’re here to meet with Robards. It’s our first day. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Neville Longbottom.”

At the mention of Neville’s name, the woman froze. Her gaze flicked sharply to him, narrowing slightly, as though trying to place a face she hadn't seen in years. Then her eyes widened.

“Longbottom?” she repeated, almost breathless. Her eyes scanned his features, flicking from his jawline to his nose to the set of his eyes, as though searching for echoes of someone she once knew.

Neville shifted his weight and offered a small, uncertain smile. “Er… yeah. That’s me.”

Without taking her eyes off him, she turned in her chair and called over her shoulder. “Margaret! Margaret, get over here! You won’t believe this!”

Another elderly witch poked her head out from a side office, half-spectacles perched on the edge of her nose. “Yes, Eunice? What is it now?”

“Guess who this is!” Eunice said, gesturing grandly toward Neville.

Margaret peered at him, blinking. “Haven’t the foggiest.”

“Neville Longbottom! Alice and Frank’s boy!”

Margaret gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “No! Merlin’s beard… He’s so big!” Her voice cracked with emotion. “Little baby Neville—oh my goodness, look at you! You’re the spitting image of your dad when he first walked through those doors. Where’s Alfred? He has to see this.”

And then she turned, cupping her hands to her mouth and calling down the corridor with surprising strength, “Alfred! Get out here! Alice’s boy is here! Come quick!”

In what felt like a matter of seconds, people began emerging from doorways, their conversations halting as they caught wind of what was happening. A group of middle-aged Aurors came striding over, curiosity quickly turning into wonder. Someone whispered, “Frank’s son?” and then the murmurs spread like wildfire.

Neville found himself in the middle of a growing circle of people—men and women, many with graying hair and worn expressions softened by emotion. They came forward one by one, shaking his hand, patting his shoulder, nodding with solemn reverence. He could hear snatches of words—

“Your mum saved my life in '77—duel in Knockturn Alley��never got to thank her.”

“Frank trained me when I was a recruit. Best duelist I ever saw.”

“Thought I’d never see the day...”

For a moment, Neville didn’t know what to do with his hands or his face. He could only blink and nod, his throat thick as he shook hands with teary-eyed strangers.

Then Eunice stepped forward again, her voice warm as she took his hand between both of hers. “It truly is an honor,” she said. “Don’t you worry—we’ll take good care of you. Alice and Frank’s boy, here in the office. It’s a miracle.” She smiled up at him, eyes glistening. “Welcome home, Neville.”

[luvyeni]

okay but the pic made me want smart changbin making reader cock dumb 🤭🤭?

NEEDY; SEO CHANGBIN

pairings. student!changbin x fem!reader

wc. 0.9k+

warnings. dom!changbin , cockwarming, unprotected sex , name calling , breeding kink

i hope you like it <3!

cockwarming changbin while he's working on a paper , but you can't help but be a brat.

—

"baby , i have to work on this paper , i'll fail if i don't turn it in on time." you ignored him , climbing into his lap. "you've been working on this paper all day , and i'm needy." you whined , kissing his neck. "i know , but it has to get done , how am i supposed to graduate and get a good job to take care of you if you won't ley me study?" you didn't really care at the moment , the only thing on your mind was your boyfriend.

"you just look so good , i can't help it." you pouted , he laughed. "i wear this everyday , you're just horny." both those statements true , he did wear that everyday , and you were horny — but the way the black shirt made his arms bulge , and the chain , not to mention his glasses , he knew his glasses always had a chokehold on you. "am i not horny for you all the time?" you questioned. "that's true."

before he could stop you , you slowly moved your hip , he cursed under his breath , his cock growing hard in his sweats. "b-baby , fuck please let me finish this , i'll give you what you want." he so desperately wanted to rip all your clothes off and fuck you until you were screaming for him to stop , but he needed to finish this paper. "please can i just sit on your cock , please i just need you inside of me?" how could he say no , you were begging , whining all in his ear — and changbin can resist a lot of this , but you begging for his cock is not one of them.

"fuck , you know how to get your way don't you , spoiled baby." you smiled , climbing off his lap , letting him pull his pants down , taking his cock out , you shimmed out of your shorts and underwear , keeping his sweatshirt on , climbing back into his lap. "go a head baby , sit on my cock." you climbed back into his lap , hovering over his cock. "sit." you grabbed the base , slowly sinking down on , his cock stretching you out.

"oh fuck baby , you're so tight." you whimpered , his tip kissing your cervix immediately in that position. "s-so big." you wanted to moved so bad , but wanted to be good , you really did. "good girl and sit still for me." he kissed your forehead , before returning back to his work.

for a while you stayed there like you were supposed to , you were doing what he said , but you started to need more , this just wasn't doing it for you. "b-binnie." you whispered in his ear. "baby." he sighed. "just a little longer." you debated with yourself , you really did, but the little devil on your shoulder was so tempting , so you began to move , you a little , he his grabbing your waist. "don't fucking move." he gritted in your ear , his voice completely changed from before , it didn't do much though , it only made you wetter , so you moved again.

"fucking brat , you don't listen do you?" he slammed the laptop shut , you felt shivers running down your spine. "i told you to sit there like a good girl , but you can't do that can you , you're so hell bent on having a cock inside you." he pushed his things to the side , throwing his laptop on the bed , not even caring at the moment if it hit the bed , picking you up, putting you on the desk, his cock still inside you.

"i'll fuck you , fuck you dumb just like you want." he pulled out , slamming back into you. "fuck!" you screamed , he didn't let you get used to his girthy cock , pulling out again , just to slam into you again just to see your shocked reaction again. "c-changbin , too much." he let out a tsk , thrusting his hips repeatedly inside you. "i don't hear a safe word baby , you can handle it -fuck- you wanted this right." he growled. "you wanted my cock so bad , now that you've got it , it's too much , take it and shut up."

your head was so close to hitting the wall behind the desk , but you could care less with the way he was fucking you. "my cockdrunk baby, you get so dumb on my cock , it's pathetic." he held your legs up , the new angle had your eyes widening. "changbin fuck!" you screamed. "you feel good, hmm? does my cock feel good." you couldn't speak , your eyes rolled to the back of your head , mouth hung open.

"you're so dumb , you couldn't let me work , just had to be stuffed with my cock , didn't you, you love it that much." you nodded , he didn't like that answer , grabbing your jaw. "answer me." you whimpered , trying to gather the words. "y-yes , l-love your cock so much."

"i know you do baby , my pretty little dumb baby , it's okay , you don't have to think , i'll do it for the both of us." he rubbed your clit. "m'gonna cum." your walls fluttered around his cock , squeezing him. "sh-shit , you gonna cum on my cock?" he grunted. "go a head cum." you let yourself go , cumming , coating his cock with your essence. "f-fuckk , changbin."

he continued thrusting , his orgasm approaching. "fu-fuck im gonna cum , gonna let me breed this pretty pussy." you nodded , he pulled his hips flush against yours , cumming inside your waiting hole. "fuck." he groaned , letting his cum fill you up. "you feel much better baby?" you nodded , smiling sleepily.

"much better."

©️LUVYENI

[ninapi]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Wind Pillar ╝

Premise: Days in the life of the Shinazugawa household, based on my previous story (link here).

Word Count: 3263

Note: This was requested by the lovely @yourlocalangie, “little family moments in the shinazugawa household with the reader and their children.” 🫶🏻

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A typical day in the Shinazugawa household started very early in the morning. Even before the sun got a chance to go out, Sanemi, his wife and the children would be on their way down the mountain with a cart full of goodies.

Over the years the farm had grown quite a bit.

Mia and her husband had babies and now your chicken coop is full to the brim with lovely birds and delicious eggs for your family and the towns people.

The milk from your farm was considered the hottest item in the market, getting a consistent queue of customers since very early in the morning, creating a high demand.

After an intense morning of sales, the Shinazugawa family heads back to their farm for a well deserved home cooked meal.

The afternoons were particularly busy, since they would all go to the market together, the rest of the work had to be done after lunch.

"Sanehiko, you're on milk duty, make sure they at least fill two of the big jugs."

"On it father." Sanehiko, the eldest of the lot was the most invested in the family business. He learned from his mother from a very young age how to tend the animals and get the milk from the cows, being the best at it in the family. He thoroughly enjoys working on the fields as well, always looking for a way to help with the crops and making sure everything was in order, out of all of them he was the most responsible and down to earth, being the eldest had a big impact in his way of living, much like young Sanemi he is constantly thinking of the wellbeing of his family and does his best to support his parents.

"Genma, you're in charge of picking the best tomatoes to sell tomorrow. Water your mother's herbs when you're done."

"Yes father!" Genma was the sweetest of them all, always wanting to please his mother and father alike. Sanemi was forever jealous at the fact that he was a momma's boy, he reminds him so much of Genya he wishes he would look up to him the way his brother used to do, but his mother is softer and prettier, of course anyone would choose her instead, he would do too.

"Remi, help your mother separate the black from the red berries and put them in the different baskets. If you behave, I might show you the third form." His only daughter was the closest to him, she inherited his spirit and even if she's not even three yet she begs her father to teach her his wind breathing techniques, days he decides to indulge her even the tiniest bit are the happiest around the house.

"(Y/N) you concentrate on the marmalade and watching Senri, I'll take care of the rest there is to do around in the fields and pick up the eggs." reaching over for your husband, you placed a soft kiss to his lips, nodding at his instructions. You were still very much pregnant and doing more than that would be harsh on your body. Patting your bum lovingly, he rolled his sleeves up and headed back to work.

"Mma this!" Remi was diligently following her father's instructions, pulling a berry that wasn’t ripe out and showing it to you in her tiny hand. "Good eye, baby. Let's put those a side ok? We don't want the marmalade to be sour." happily she set it on a plate and continued with her designated job.

No day was the same. Having a farm gave the kids the opportunity to be active and learn from their parents skills that would be useful in the future. Sanemi made sure to rotate them around the tasks, he wanted his children to grow as strong as he was and as smart as their mother, he wanted nothing but the best for them.

By the end of the day they were all tired and ready for bed as early as the sun would set that day.

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Sundays were off. It didn't matter how much work was pending in the farm, how many eggs the chickens lay that morning, how much money they made that week, nothing mattered. Days off were important for the Shinazugawas.

Sanemi didn't get much time to lay around with his youngest since he is always so busy, but Sundays were normally deemed 'Senri day'.

Today though, he had slightly different plans.

You just finished bathing Remi and Senri when you heard Genma squealing like a little piglet.

"Genma get your ass here right now!"

Your husband sounded pissed. He rarely yells at the children, no matter how angry he was.

"Mother!!! Help me!! Father has gone crazy!! MOTHER!!!" his cries for help made you run outside your house, just to see your husband chasing your child around the fields with a sharp knife in his hand.

"Shinazugawa Sanemi. What on earth are you doing?" the child crashed against your leg, hiding behind it. If there was someone who could save him, that would be you.

"Tch." he was forced to stop running by your deep angry mother glare, "I just wanted to give him a haircut, love. Don't know why he's running away like a freak. Did you see him run? How is he faster than me? He's five, this makes no sense."

The four Shinazugawa children took after their father in their physical strengths. Sanehiko could lift a grown pig up since he was four. Genma had super speed, apparently. Remi had his blood thirst and Senri broke Sanehiko's finger when he was just three months old.

You brought Genma up into your arms, looking into his terrified eyes. "What's wrong, baby? Why aren't you letting your father cut your hair? You can't even see of how long it is."

"He....wanted to shave the sides of my head...." the child buried his face on your chest seeking for comfort, this always irritated Sanemi. He understands he is still young and that’s completely normal, but nobody but him and maybe Senri should be allowed to do that. Being jealous of his own children was a new low for the pillar.

"Stop being such a cry baby. I will do it whether you want it or not, I'm your father I do whatever the hell I want."

"Seems like you enjoyed sleeping out by the kitchen, darling." all trace of color drained from Sanemi's face instantly.

"B-babe....let's talk this out, ok? I just wanted to give him a haircut, you know he needs one." and he did, but you didn't like the way he was speaking to the child.

"Why are you shaving his head though? He looks so cute with his long hair." you were peppering soft kisses all over his little face, making him giggle.

By now Sanemi was sitting on the floor beside you, heaving out a long defeated sigh. "My brother...he had his hair like that. I guess I miss him."

"Oh my love...." setting your child down, you embraced your crestfallen husband, kissing the side of his face. "I know you see your brother in Genma, but you gotta remember he's your son and he is just five. Running after him with a knife in your hand isn't considered bonding."

"Father. It’s ok, you can shave my head. I don't like that sad face you're making." he brought Genma into a strong embrace and you all remained like that for a while. He missed Genya dearly, but having you around was more than he deserved.

"Remi too, Remi too!!!" your little girl jumped on Sanemi's back, nuzzling his neck with her little nose.

Sanehiko was holding Senri, confused by the knot of people before him. "What's going on?"

"Just come here, dammit." he settled for leaving Senri in your arms and gently nestle himself on your side, one of his hands holding one of his father's.

The Shinazugawa household was warm and full of understanding.

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After a well deserved break, your husband was now getting into your shared futon ready for a good night sleep.

He loved caressing your enlarged belly, there was nothing he enjoyed more than seeing you carrying his babies, knowing you had a part of him inside of you. He would always fall asleep while tracing patterns on your tummy, face pressed on the side of your neck.

Maybe it was the emotional afternoon your family had, maybe it was the long walk up the hill from the day before. The reason was unknown to you but a sharp pain on your lower half alerted your sleepy husband.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong?”

“Is coming Nemi.” as if on cue, your water broke all over your freshly laundered covers.

“What do you mean is coming? Isn’t it too early? Fuck, what do we do now? Can you wait until I go call the midwife?” he already knew the answer to that question, your body was moving on its own into a good position to deliver the baby.

“Can’t do. We gotta do this on our own, I’ve done it four times already and you’ve been there for every single one of them, we know what to do.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind (Y/N)? What if there’s complications? Senri gave you a hard time.” he was panicking now, removing the covers completely to give you more space, “Hell, you haven’t even finished waving the basket, where is the baby going to sleep?”

“SANEHIKO.” the contractions were heavy, painful, one right after the other, you needed a cool headed person around while your husband hyperventilated in a corner of the room.

“Yes, mother?” the child had already gone to bed, but was still awake thankfully, coming to your aid instantly.

“The baby is coming my love, you know what to do right?” the child nodded making his way over to the kitchen, returning not long after with clean cloths and water.

“Take Senri, we need his basket. Remember, don’t come out of the room until I go look for you, no matter what you hear. This goes for the rest of the gang too, keep an eye on all of them.” Sanemi’s anxiety driven self was finally grasping reality, just in time.

It was now just the two of you in your room. The same room you and your brother were born in, the same room where your four children came to this world. “We can do this, love.” Sanemi held your hand as tight as he could getting in between your legs as you started pushing your fifth child out. Thankfully there were no complications, the child came out fast and with minimal effort, more than ready to come out and meet her family.

Sanemi was ecstatic when he saw his baby girl for the first time as the adrenaline rush was finally settling down. He somehow thought he’d have another boy; it was a pleasant surprise. He was so into it that even forgot he had to clip the cord, almost dragging you out with him when he pulled the baby close to his chest. She looked just like you, his beautiful little treasure.

After cleaning you and the baby, Sanemi set the child on his son’s basket, wrapped into a little cocoon where she slept peacefully tired of the whole adventure.

“How are you feeling, baby? You did such a good job. You’re a pro at this now you have my respect I could never do that, specially not now that I saw it so up close, that shit's not for the weak. I knew I picked the right wife.” this made you giggle, pulling your husband in for cuddles. You probably needed space but all you wanted was to be in his arms.

“I feel less heavy. A bit sore though.” he was rubbing circles onto the side of your hip trying his best to relieve the pain even if it was just a little.

“Do you want me to call the kids in? I can take Sae to them so you can rest some more.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I can handle Remi jumping on me right now.” you both chuckled, staring dreamily into each other’s eyes.

The children were overwhelmed with how cute their little sister was, Genma was particularly over the moon as he wasn’t the only one with dark hair any longer.

Sanemi explained to the kids that their mother needed to rest just like when Senri was born, they needed to behave, be gentle and stay out of troubles. But even after his father’s speech, Genma managed to sneak out of the room quietly and was now kneeling by your side.

“Mother, is your belly ok? Do you need belly rubs?” his sweet little voice was music to your ears, his gentle nature was truly a gift.

“I would love that, sweetie. But does your father know you’re here?” the child swallowed hard seemingly nervous but opted for ignoring the question and go straight to work, gently massaging your sore belly. “I will go to bed in a bit, just thought you might need belly rubs.” he looked like a little delinquent now that his father styled his hair with such a fashion forward design, it was the cutest thing in this world.

“Thank you, baby. You’re the best.” sitting up slightly, you gave your toddler a good night kiss, sending him his way before anyone noticed.

Sanemi noticed of course, but he didn’t say anything, he knew his son, he was probably just making sure his mother was still alive after the deafening screams heard all over the house during the birthing process.

He took Sae back to your room, leaving Senri to share his eldest brother bedding arrangements for the night to give you some extra time to finish the second basket the next day.

Finally going back to your side, Sanemi nearly collapsed on top of you, proud of the evening accomplishments but as tired as one can be, it never even crossed his mind he would help deliver his own child, it was an insane experience. “So how does it feel being the father of five children?” teasing your man was fun, especially when he was this tired, he gets way softer.

“Makes me want to put another one inside of that delicious looking-“

“SANEMI!” he bursts out laughing, burying his face on your hair.

“Just saying... Feels pretty good though. You know I come from a very large family, it feels great having all this tiny loud brats running around, makes me feel complete. You’ve given me so much…”

You were dozing off on his chest, placing a kiss on it before closing your eyes, “I would give you the world, my love.”

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Being a parent to five children was not easy.

The age gap wasn’t as helpful now a days. When Genma was born Sanehiko was already old enough to understand what was happening. But having three children in a row was taking a toll both physically and mentally on you and your husband.

Remi was difficult to handle, always so full of energy. Senri was still just a little baby but was currently learning how to walk on his own, accidents following his every step. And Sae was milking the life out of you, her appetite was like no other.

You were tired and so was Sanemi.

Even the market stall had to go on a little break, this didn’t happen when Senri was born. He’s always been a quiet baby, would sleep most of his day. But Sae was always hungry and would constantly ask to be fed.

Sanehiko was deemed Senri’s guardian, while Sanemi held onto Remi for dear life majority of the day. The farm still needed to be tended to and you would have to go back to the market soon or the goods would be lost. Genma was tasked as your moral support or how Sanemi liked to call it ‘your servant’, he was in charge of making sure his mother had everything she needed, so he would go on fluffing your pillow every few minutes, bring you water, rub your belly, help you hold his sister while you changed her. He was a big help regardless of what the others said.

“Nii-nii look.” Remi would run over to the house to show her brother the vegetables she picked, the bugs she found, she even brought an egg, her hair littered with feathers making you giggle at the mental image of your husband trying to catch his daughter and chase her out of the coop. She’s always been given easy tasks as she’s still very little, but she was now helping her father with the farm, it made her feel important.

Genma knew she was taunting him, but he was where he wanted to be, there was nothing he’d rather do than to help his mother and new sister to be comfortable and well, he was a man now, the Shinazugawa are strong, he got this under control.

You were dozing off while feeding your daughter, Genma already snoozing on your lap, when you heard tiny feet running in your direction. You could see Remi on Sanemi’s shoulders picking corn in the fields from the window, this could only mean one thing.

“Senri, is that you?” a tiny hand was holding onto the doorframe, supporting his own weight. His brother was supposed to be watching him, but your children all take after their father, you knew Sanehiko wasn’t at fault, it was most likely Senri who sneaked out.

“Come here, my love.” he lets go of the door stumbling clumsily into your arms, “Did you miss me? I sure miss you, my baby boy. It's time for your nap, isn’t it?” he was climbing onto you, stepping on Genma’s hand in the process but very diligently skipping over his newborn sister as if afraid of hurting her.

In under a minute, you could hear your restless son lifting things around the house, scrambling in fear. “Sanehiko, he’s here baby.” a tuft of white hair was now peaking from outside the window, he didn’t want his parents to notice he lost a brother but got caught regardless. He was panting, face covered in sweat, “He disappeared so quickly mother, I swear I just looked to the side for a second and he was gone.”

“I know sweetie, I know. Why don’t you come here and rest with us for a while? We all need a nap.” That was a tempting offering, he was tired that was a fact. Having to look after his little brother, while being constantly awoken at night by a crying baby was a bit too much for a nine-year-old. He nestled on your side, giving you some extra support on the arm that was holding your daughter. Quickly falling asleep like the rest of the gang, face comfortably pressed on your shoulder.

Sanemi had picked up some of your lavender for tea, hopefully that would get you to sleep better. He was about to announce his plan when he saw more than half of his family sprawled on the floor, enjoying an afternoon nap, the sun beams coming through the window were shinning on the beautiful face of his darling wife the love of his life, and his offspring.

His youngest toddler was dozing off on his head, her arms now dangling to the sides of his face. Seems like everyone had the same idea.

He put her down on her eldest brother lap, and she curled on your side immediately, holding Sanehiko’s arm like a pillow. Sanemi went on your other side, cradling you, Genma, and Senri to his chest, letting out a content sigh out and kissing your forehead softly trying not to wake you up.

His life could be chaotic and had been quite challenging over the years, but once he found his happy place, he wouldn’t trade it for anything in this universe, and that was you.

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Tagged babes: @doumadono

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[sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks]

I want kids.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 garroth x fem!reader

𝐂𝐖 none I think there's nothing weird except kissing and swapping cooties.

Garroth and y/n have been together for 3 years they started dating when they were 15 and have just been together since then.

After a dinner date last night took place between the two of them it left them super tired and ready for bed.

Once you hit the pillow you were asleep. Mouth open and drooling But even at this silly sight garroth just sat there admiring you while thinking to himself about how lucky he is to have such a beautiful, smart, funny, and kind girlfriend.

The next morning the peacefully sleeping couple was rudely awoken by your mother knocking at the door.

“ good morning sweetheart, I need to ask you a favor .“ your mom calls threw the door. Leaving garroth and you to start tossing and turning.

“Mom just come in stop yelling. We're not naked!” you yell out to her but accidentally yell too loud and hurt your boyfriend's ears making him cover his ears and say ow. In apology, you lightly rub his ears. While doing so your mom walks into the room and sits on the bed next to you too.

“ so I have a huge favor to ask you and I don't know if you will be happy about it or not but regardless of if you want to do it I wish for you to say yes.” your mom seems to be cautious of her words and what she's asking for which makes you worry slightly. You make a frowny face anticipating a task you wouldn't wanna do for the life of you.

“ I need you to babysit for me today, I told my friend I would babysit her daughter so she could do a job interview but my work called in and said I need to come down now. I don't wanna cancel on her y/n please do this for me she will pay you,” she begs.

“Okay….. Mom, I don't mind. I love kids of course I will do it.” you say in a confused tone.

She sighs in relief.

“ thank you baby she should be here in 30 minutes. The house is baby ready, she doesn't walk yet but she does grab. Everything.” she warns. And you nod in understanding.

“ alright I'm going to leave now let you two get back to whatever you two were doing “ she winks at you while doing a little groovy dance outta the room making you roll your eyes and laugh a little.

“you're a freak Mom” you yell out. Garroth starts to laugh at your ending to the conversation. After hearing him laugh it makes you lean back and allow your head to him on the bed making you look up at him sitting propped up on his arm and hand to face. You smile while looking at him in loving bliss.

“ hi baby good morning,” he says to you while taking his other hand and setting it up to your face to slightly graze your face.

“ good morning baby, “ you say back pulling your arms up to lay them on him in a silly way.

“ do you wanna babysit with me today?” you ask him.

“ I wanna do everything thing with you,” he responds and before you can he attacks your face with kisses. Starting with your nose and cheeks going down to your lips planting a big one there letting it turn into a passionate kiss. After a moment he pushes back to let her breathe.

“ so is that a yes?” you ask and he responds without words and attacks your face again with kisses smothering you. While giggles fill the room it appears you lost time because there was a ring at the doorbell. You go downstairs to open the door and like you assumed it is your mom's friend and the sweetest looking baby you have ever seen.

“ hiii y/n. I don't know if you remember me I know it's been a while but I'm so happy you were willing to babysit my sweet girl” She pulls the stroller up closer.” this is Amelia, she's 14 months old and she loves to grab ANYTHING. I swear if you leave anything she can hurt herself with for some reason those are her favorite toys “ she lets out a small laugh to hide her nervousness that your sure she feels due to leaving her young baby with a teenager even if she knows you. You smile in return to try and help comfort her a little.

“Well hello, Amelia you're so cute and I love your hair bows, “ you say while putting your finger out to let her grab it but she seems to have a better idea and grabs your hair, gripping it with her tiny strong hands. Her mother helps you break loose of her little fighter's hands. You laugh it off because you know you kinda set yourself up for that. The number one rule around kids is always to have your hair up.

After exchanging goodbyes and rules on what to do and what time it should be done you and Amelia start to head inside and begin your journey today. As you're walking back inside you see your boyfriend come downstairs.

“ This is our little friend today, her name is Amelia and she has a dangerous grip so be careful of your hair,” you say to your boyfriend while picking her up out of her stroller to hold her on your hip.

“ Hello Amelia did you know I have a cousin with that name “ he says to the baby while putting his finger out for her to grab. While she's griping his finger trying to bite him he stops paying attention and just begins looking at you and the way you hold her and smile at her, something about the sight just looks right to him.

As the day went on they fed her, played with her and she spilled juice and ravioli on herself so you bathed her, and garroth cleaned up the mess. After that, she took a nap in your arms. As you sat there holding her garroth couldn't stop watching, he couldn't stop watching you be so mother-like. It made him have this unexplainable happy feeling in his heart causing him to realize he's yearning so hard for something he didn't even know he wanted. After you lay the baby down and come back to the room garroth is in you look at him kinda funny because his facial expression says something is troubling him.

“what's wrong baby?” she asks while sitting next to him and putting her hand in his hair as a form of comfort.

“ I want a baby” he states bluntly before kissing her passionately. “ I want… I want to have a baby…. With you… I want you. “ he says through breaths. You were very shocked and didn't know how to react at first so you just kissed back but after a moment you finally reacted by pushing back to face him.

“What are you talking about?!?!” you say in a panicked tone. He sits up so he has more access to you.

“ I want a baby with you I want to be with you, watching you today made me realize how badly I just want to be with you. I couldn't stop thinking about our future today and I know we're still young so I'm not asking right now but I just want you to know for later because I plan on being with you later,” he pauses for a moment to take a breath “ but what I am asking is will you marry me?” he proposes.

“ I…… omg you're proposing to me right now I think I'm going to pass out wow “You stand up for a moment “ I… I.….YES of course I will marry you “You jump into his lap and wrap your arms around his head to kiss him.

“ oh thank Irene I thought you weren't going to say yes for a second there “ he sighed then said “Thank you, thank you for saying yes thank you for existing thank you “She laughed at his sweet compliments and he pulled her back into their kiss.

Heyyyy guys its been a minute so sorry for the long as wait I've had month last month and now I'm recovering. I know I haven't been posting a lot of stories as of recently but I do also do art so check that out please. Anyways I hope you all enjoy my slow come back maybe my next one won't be so sloppy but who knows?

[l0relaii]

Omg about Mike with an inexperienced reader.... Imagine him fingering/eating you out for the first time or teaching you how to get him off OooOoOOoHHHhHhh

mike with and inexperienced reader is my favorite thing in the world anon 🌝 ohhh this is gonna be a bit long

part 2 part 3 part 4

i don't know if anyone else noticed, but mike is so chatty in the game even when he's alone he's always making little comments and sounds

THAT is proof that he definitely talks you through it

he thinks you're so cute when you're so apprehensive while touching him

it's like you fear that you're gonna hurt him or something

so he is extra delicate when touching you too, not wanting to make you uncomfortable

it all started with some making out on his bed when you suddenly felt him gripping the hem of your shirt

"can i..?"

"uh, yeah sure.."

he starts undressing you careful not to make you feel uncomfortable and praising you constantly

"that's it.. god look at you.. my beautiful girl.."

he's caressing every inch of skin he can get his hands on before he starts undressing himself too until you're both left in your underwear

his fingers come around you touching your bra clasps while he looks at you for confirmation to take it off

after you give him a soft nod he takes it off and admires your breasts before bringing his hand up to cup one of them

"so pretty for me.."

his finger hooks in your underwear and again, his eyes look at you in search of an answer, and when you give him another nod he's taking your panties off leaving you completely bare in front of him

you can see the tent in his boxers occasionally twitching against the material and you swallow when you realize how big it must be

"is it.. uh.. is it gonna fit?"

it takes him a moment to realize what you're talking about and he chuckles softly before answering

"oh, don't worry about that darlin', we'll make it fit.. but i don't think you're ready for that yet.."

he sits against the bed frame encouraging you to sit between his legs and when your back hits his chest his hands begin to work their magic on your body

he starts kissing at your neck while his hands trail up and down your sides leaving goosebumps in their wake

you can feel his underwear covered cock behind you, poking at the small of your back and.. a dampness.. that you realize is probably his precum staining the front of his boxers

he can feel you tensing up and is quick to comfort you with a kiss to your cheek

"d'you feel the effect you have on me..?c'mon, relax baby.. i need you to be as comfortable as possible.. i wanna make you feel sooo good.. "

you do eventually relax melting into his grip and resting the back of your head on his shoulder

"that's it.. such a good girl f'me.."

his words are making your head spin and wetness pool between your legs

one of his hands starts groping at one of your breasts toying with your sensitive nipple while the other snakes down between your legs

you can feel his lips on your neck forming a smirk when he feels how wet you are as he starts rubbing slow circles around your clit

eventually his fingers slowly enter your slick hole and he keeps them completely still when he hears your breath hitch

"it's okay.. you can move them.."

"are you sure?"

you don't respond, instead your hand comes down to his guiding him to your preferred pace

"ohh, that's my smart girl.. good job honey, show me how you like to be touched.."

after you've cum around his fingers with a low moan of his name he pulls them out and guides them to his mouth letting out a satisfied sound at your taste

"fuuck.. you did so good baby.. d'you want to..keep going?"

"of course i want to keep going mike, i wanna take care of you too"

he's surprised at your boldness, even more surprised when he feels one of your hands coming behind you to touch his throbbing cock through his boxers eliciting a small gasp from him

you turn around in his arms and hook your fingers in the hem of his underwear urging him to lift himself up a bit so you can take it off

when his underwear is finally off and you see him completely bare in front of you you're stunned

he's so handsome.. so.. big.. jesus 😵‍💫😵‍💫

"like what you see darlin'?"

you bite your lip in response and look up to him unsure of what to do. he notices your confusion and takes your hand in his guiding it around his veiny length with a little hiss

"oh fuck.. d'you think you could.. uh- spit on it? no worries if it's too gross for you, i understand it's just that, fuck- it doesn't really feel good all dry.. "

you get an idea in your head and you're unsure if you're supposed to do it but before you realize you're acting it out

your free hand goes back between your legs gathering up your slick and coming back up glistening

he's watching you wide eyed with his lips a bit parted when you wrap your damp hand around him giving him an experimental pump

"is this..? okay? does it feel good?"

"oh fuck yeah hun, it feels- you feel amazing.. keep going.. just like that.."

you start pumping him slowly occasionally giving him little squeezes when he spurs you on with all his moans and whimpers and his hips start thrusting up into your grip when he's close

"oh shit- i'm gonna cum darling"

once again, you surprise him by sticking out your tongue and placing his tip on it while continuing with your hand movements

you might not be as experienced as him (not at all actually) but you've seen enough movies and heard enough stories to have some tricks up your sleeve

and mike loves finding out about all of them..

he's fucking seeing stars as he cums on your tongue and hand, some of his release dripping down his happy trail and heaving stomach

"FUCK- oh my god i can't believe you just did that..

"shit- did you not like it? was i not good? i'm sorry i thought you'd like that i won't do it again i prom-"

"not like it? not good? where's all this nonsense coming from? of course i liked it, you were fucking amazing hun, i don't think i've ever finished so hard in my life"

"so.. you did like it?"

"hell yeah i did, that was hot as fuck.. i didn't know you were such a dirty girl though.. where'd you learn to do that, huh?"

"oh well josh told me you'd really enjoy it, i guess he was ri-"

"wait what? i'm gonna fucking kill him"

"relax mike, jeez it was a joke!!"

[backtothedrawingboard]

Baby Bun (Pt3)

Summary: After being stuck with babysitting Jax, you play with him and learn new things about yourself.

CW: Reader experiences an existential crisis and a crisis of remembering their past.

TW: A brief bit of content may be interpreted as child abuse, although it is unclear due to the reader's confused emotions and memories.

AN: The last few parts of the story will involve the reader struggling with amnesia and memories that are resurfacing. During mentions of clear memories of who and what Y/N misses, it is left ambiguous so you can decide what it is.

<<Previous| Beginning |Next (Coming soon)>>

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Your thoughts jumbled together in a cacophony of confused images and words. You stared down at the book Jax was trying to read in your lap. You occasionally gave him a nuzzle like your mom used to do for you. Or was it your mom? Was it an aunt? A grandmother? A friend? It was fuzzy. You thought it was your mom, but...you couldn't remember.

"Did I read good?" You flinched as you were brought out of your contemplating. The bunny was looking up at you with wide eyes and a proud grin. You patted his head.

"You did read well," you corrected. "You're a smart one, aren't you?"

Jax's fur floofed a little and he closed the book with a confident Snap! "Yeah! I'm the smartest!" he declared. You couldn't help but chuckle at his boldness. It was a nice contrast to his timidity.

"How about you get started on that other book, bun?" you recommended. The boy nodded his head eagerly and opened a big picture book about a little boy and his family and friends. You tried desperately to squash your emotions while he fumbled over words, but they seized you viciously. You had trouble remembering so much besides your financial strife. How? Ragatha, Kaufmo, Kinger, and Queenie had been here so much longer and still remembered their lives. So why could you not remember the details of your life?

You closed your eyes and set your chin on Jax's head. At least you remembered the thing that mattered. It was clear as day in your mind...

"Slo-slooowwww...and st-steed...stead-y wins the r...race!" Jax looked up at you with wide eyes and a smile. You blinked in confusion from the jump back to reality. The bunny looked expectant.

"O-oh. Good job, bun," you praised. You rubbed his head.

"Thank you! Mommy always said I'm a fast learner..." He sniffled a little. Oh boy.

"Erm, yeah...You're not alone in that, ok? I miss mine too, and I'm here for you," you quickly reassured. Jax nodded, and just as fast as he nearly started crying again, he noticed some dinosaur toys and hopped out of your lap with a squeal. You stared into space. Did you miss your mom? Ugh. The clear memory of what you missed disappeared. It could have been your mom, but it could've been someone else entirely. But telling him that you missed yours too helped calm him, so it was gonna be your go-to if it meant he'd stop crying.

You shook your head clear of thoughts. The bunny had a couple of dinosaur toys in his hands and had them fighting while making little growling and roaring noises. You smiled a little and crawled over to him.

"Mind if I join?" you asked.

Jax squealed and nodded vigorously. "Yes, please!" Perfect. A distraction. You settled across from him and picked up one of the toys.

"Rawr! The t-rex is gonna get you!" you said, unable to hold back a giggle. The bunny scowled disapprovingly, but he was too cute for it to really look threatening.

"No! That's an allosaurus!"

"Oh. It is?" You looked down at it. "How can you tell?"

Jax reached out and pointed at the toy's head. "Look at the ridges above its eyes. It's an allosaurus," he insisted.

You scratched the back of your head. "Ehe. I'll take your word for it. The allosaurus is gonna get you."

He looked up from the dinosaur to you. "By the way...what's your name? You didn't tell me before." He sounded so unjudgemental for such a big mistake. You blushed and rubbed your mouth uncomfortably.

"Um...Yeah. Sorry. It's Y/N," you mumbled in embarrassment. The bunny nodded.

"Y/N...Ok!" He got back to playing with his dinosaurs. You walked your dinosaur with his. He put down one of his toys and reached his free hand out to search around for something. After a moment, he looked down at the empty space and then up at you with wide and teary eyes. "My teddy bear...!"

You looked around for it. It wasn't there. He must have left it at the table during breakfast. You stood up with a grunt and brushed yourself off.

"I'll be right back," you said with a pat to Jax's head. "Stay put, ok?" The rabbit whined anxiously.

"You're leaving?" he whimpered.

You sighed and ruffled between his ears. "It'll only be a second, bunny. I'll be back as fast as I can." You hurried away so you could find the bear faster. Once you left the daycare, you looked around a bit to orient yourself. Seems like it's...to the left of the stage. You jogged over to the long meal table and checked the bunny's chair. His teddy bear sat on the floor beside the chair. You picked it up and jogged back to the daycare. You could hear Jax crying and whimpering before you even stepped through the door.

You knelt down next to the boy and held his bear in front of him. "Look! I got the bear!" Your voice was strained from trying to sound happy. Luckily it went unnoticed by Jax. He looked up, rubbed his eyes, and then grabbed the bear and hugged it tight. You sighed in relief and sat down next to him. He sniffled a little but stopped crying and pet and patted his bear. He crawled over and leaned against you, cuddling up under your arm.

Your feelings welled up faster than you could stop them. The feeling was familiar. Except you were the one under someone's arm. Was it your mom or dad's? Did they hold you? You...couldn't remember. You vaguely remembered a hard slap. But it was unclear who the aggressor was. Or if it was malicious. It could have been a friend playing around. You once again recalled a tender caress by someone. You closed your eyes as you remembered who it was. The memory was nice...But painful since you could never experience it again...

"Hey!" You flinched and looked down. The bunny was pouting at you with his ears flat.

"O-oh!" you stuttered. "Um. Sorry. What was that?"

Jax huffed and headbutted you lightly. "I was asking if we can play hide and seek!"

You smiled. Hide and seek was always fun. You nodded. "Of course, bun. Do you want to hide first or seek first?"

The little rabbit hopped to his feet excitedly, his puffy tail waggling. "Hide! Hide! I wanna hide!" He giggled and scampered away.

You smiled more and covered your eyes. "Ooone! Twoooo! Threeee!" You could hear faint scuffling and giggling as you counted up to thirty.

Once you yelled, "Thirty! Ready or no, here I come!" you moved your hands from your face and glanced around. At a quick once-over, you didn't see him. You smiled and started stalking through the room.

"Wheeere is he?" you asked yourself teasingly. You heard a muffled giggle somewhere on the right side of the room. You smiled and tiptoed over towards a play set.

"Is he over heeere?" You heard more muffled giggles. As you searched, you noticed his big ears peeking over the top of the play house counter. You rolled your eyes in amusement and crept over.

"RAH!" you roared. Jax squealed and laughed as you scooped him up off the floor. He hugged his teddy bear close and clung to you so he couldn't fall.

"You got me! You got me!" he laughed. His little tail thumped against your arms. You smiled and held him out in front of yourself.

"I sure did!" you giggled. He hugged you and then squirmed himself free.

"Your turn! Your turn! You hide!" He covered his face and started counting. You jogged off and hid in a cabinet.

When he started looking for you, you couldn't help but smile. Sometime, back at home, you played this with someone. It may have been a little sibling, a cousin, a nephew, or a niece. Whoever it was, you saw them in the little bunny. The boy was alone. And so were you.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Annoyed Series

San

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 1.4k

Includes- Everything is consensual, established relationship, slight hand job, rough blow job, deep throating, face fucking, taunting, throat bulge, cum swallowing, alludes to pussy eating, slight fluff

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"Come over here and get on your knees", I snap, pointing to the spot in front of my computer chair

She looks down as she comes over and goes on her knees in front of me

She knows she's in trouble

All I wanted was for her to cuddle me while we watched a movie with the guys

Instead she whined about how clingy I was and called me a baby for wanting her to hold me

Yeah I know I can be overbearing and clingy sometimes but she didn't have to say that shit in front of the guys

Who laughed at me

When I glared at her, leaned forward and asked her "What did you say?", she knew she was fucked

I stood up and started for my room, knowing she'd follow

She tried to apologize when we got to my room but I stopped that shit right away

I don't want to hear apologies right now

"You want to have such a smart fucking mouth, how about you use it in a productive way?", I snap

She swallows, nodding

"You know what to do"

Her hands reach up, fingers going in my sweatpants and boxers, pulling them down, freeing my cock

I lift my ass off the chair so she can pull my pants all the way down

"Get me hard"

Her hand wraps around my semi hard length, stroking up and down

A hum of pleasure spreads through me, my cock becoming harder with each jerk

She spreads the cum at my head, her hand moving faster, twisting as she does, feeling so good

"Suck on my head"

Her pretty mouth wraps around my head, her tongue lavishing licks right before she sucks softly, her hand still moving

"Fuck", I groan, tilting my head back, "Take more"

Her mouth opens wider, pushing down on my dick, her tongue on my underside as her sucking gets faster

"Good girl", I praise her as the pleasure increases

One thing about my naekkeo, she's good at sucking cock

It shocked me when she told me it's one of her favorite things to do to me

And I get all the blow jobs I want

She looks at me as she blows me and I point down

She understands and sinks her mouth lower, my head poking into her throat

She chokes, making me smirk

I love hearing her choke and gag and she likes it too

She knows that if it's too much she can just get off my dick, I won't stop her

I have a big dick that's on the thicker side and I don't want to hurt her

I never want to hurt her

"More", I snap, pushing her hand off me, "Take it all"

She slowly moves, and I watch my cock disappear into her mouth

Her throat open for my length and it feels phenomenal, her eyes flooding with tears

She bottoms me out, holding herself on my cock, her throat spasming around me

"That's it", I murmur, holding the back of her head, "Now bob"

She slides up until she's almost off my cock, then I shove her back down, fucking right into her throat

She gags, spit flying everywhere

Letting go, she slides back up and I shove her back down, bottoming out in one move

We move this way, me pushing her back down, taking my cock deep in her throat

She grips my thighs hard, her choking sounds so fucking beautiful, her eyes pouring tears

"Now you're putting that mouth to good use", I snap, loving the sight of her head moving up and down, the bliss so intense

She moans around my cock, the vibrations running up my spine, making a tingly feeling in my body I enjoy

"You have the fucking nerve to call me a baby and clinging when I just want to be near you, now you can choke on cock", I snarl, shoving her down and holding her there, "Choke right now"

She does, her throat spasming around me, her nails digging into my skin as her eyes squeeze shut

She breathes in through her nose, trying to get her throat to settle but it's not working

I pull her head up, letting her breath for a few seconds

She looks up at me with her watery eyes but I just scoff, "Again"

Driving her head down, I enter her throat fully, making her choke on my cock again

I do this a few times, the sight and sound of her gags such a turn on

Deciding she needs a small break, I pull her off my dick, globs of spit everywhere, some connecting my cock to her mouth

It's so hot

"Lick my cock", I demand

She leans forward, her tongue running up my length slowly, my body trembling from the pleasure

She licks all the way to my head, flicking the underside then moves back down licking up again and again, pressing kisses and sucks against my dick as her tongue moves

"Taste", I tell her

She nods, her tongue lapping at my slit, licking up my leaking cum

"Good?"

Her drenched eyes find mine, nodding, her tongue flicking over and over

"Want my cum?"

"Yes", she croaks

I nod, "Open and go down halfway. I'm gonna fuck your throat"

She nods, doing exactly as I instructed

"Good, now keep that fucking mouth open"

Holding her head in place, I thrust my hips up, burying my cock in her throat, bliss taking over

"All I wanted was to give you affection", I grunt, fucking into her throat with each word, listening to the wet sound of her throat along my cock, "I just wanted some affection and you were being so mean about it"

Leaning forward, I move my free hand against her throat, feeling it bulge with each thrust of my cock

Fuck, I love that

"Making fun of me in front of the guys. Not very nice"

Tears are cascading down her face like a waterfall as she takes the throat pummeling I'm giving her, her eyes apologizing to me

"I know you're sorry naekkeo", I tell her, "But you shouldn't have done it in the first place"

I drive my cock into her throat, each stroke getting me closer to snapping

"You're gonna be a good fucking girl and swallow all the cum I give you. Got it"

She moans, nodding, her mouth watering around my dick

I shove up, burying down her throat, ecstasy blinding me as I cry out, my entire body shaking, my cum spurting

She swallows on my coming dick over and over, the tightness of it so overwhelming but so fucking amazing

I can't think, I can only feel

My hand loosens in her hair as I finish but to my surprise her mouth starts sucking desperately

Overstimulation hits me, slight pain mixed with pleasure but it feels so fucking good, I don't want her to stop

I watch her suck my dick desperately, feeling myself getting harder and harder in her throat

After a few minutes, I'm fully hard again, in awe that she actually got me hard after an orgasm

Normally I need like ten to fifteen minutes but this was more like five

She's amazing

I stop her, pulling her off my dick and she sits back on her heels, looking up at me with those perfect eyes, breathing hard, her face a mess of tears, spit and cum

"Have you learned your lesson?", I ask her

She nods, biting her lip

"Are you gonna fuck with me again?"

She shakes her head, croaking, "No Sannie"

"Good girl", I tell her, reaching to my desk and getting the bottle of water I left there last night

I give it to her, "Drink naekkeo"

She takes it and downs the whole bottle

"Did I hurt you?", I ask worried

She shakes her head, "No Sannie"

I nod, relieved, "I think you deserve to cum now"

She nods, excitement in her eyes, "Yes Sannie"

"Get undressed then lay on the bed with your legs open", I tell her, "I'm gonna eat your pretty pussy, then after you cum, I'm gonna fuck you and you'll cum on my cock"

Her eyes widen and she nods, immediately standing up

I watch her strip for me, then get on my bed, her legs open

Standing, I pull my shirt off, then go to her, leaning over her

"I love you naekkeo"

"I love you Sannie"

Bending down, I kiss her, pouring all my love into it with her kisses me back the same way

Then I kneel on the floor, keep her legs open and bury my tongue in her sweet pussy

[starlightsuffered]

Deflowering the Groom (p2)

Warnings - dom Fem, plus sized girl (not a warning just wanted you to know), reader with big boobs, reader with big areolas, inexperienced male, praise kink kinda, breeding kink, a little lactation fetish, trying to get pregnant, needy Paul, self directed anger, nearly cumming in pants, dirty talk, handjob, teasing, cock warming

Since y/n had shown Paul what sex was like, he couldn't get enough. He was coming to her constantly, asking her to show him new positions and tell her ideas he wanted to try. As his lust for her grew he noticed something about himself. He got oddly angry at himself when he came in her mouth, or over her hand. Yes, he enjoyed it, how could he not? But when he looked at her swallowing, or wiping her hand, this anger rose within him, and he mentally would curse himself. He couldn't understand it at all.

Finally, he decided to just tell her about it. She was so smart, and never made fun of his inexperience. After he'd finished his mandatory training, he was hunting her down. It turned out she was reading in their shared room.

"My love," he called. She turned to him, and he was instantly hard in his pants. Her voluptuous form was sat in a chair, all she wore was a set of white lacy underwear and a bra, that was doing a horrible job of completely covering her ample breasts; and an open lilac robe. He felt as though he could get on his knees and worship her.

"Hello Paul," she smiled her angelic smile. He once again mentally thanked his father for picking someone with such gorgeous, thick, thighs, and such a soft stomach, and such heavy, round, breasts, and not someone who was smaller.

"I have a problem," he said. He explained his odd predicament to her.

"Does this happen when you cum inside me?" She asked.

"No, I actually feel the opposite. Like I know I feel good from the....orgasm," his cheeks turned red and she smiled fondly. "But there's another euphoria there too, that I don't understand."

"Oh Paul, it's simple," she said, coming over to play with his hair. He loved it when she did that. "You've got a breeding kink baby."

"A what?" He asked. He understood the words separately, but not combined.

"Basically, you're upset when you don't cum in me because you feel like you've wasted it. You're obsessed with the idea of filling me up with all your cum, and potentially impregnating me."

"I-," he couldn't speak. Everything she was saying sounded so nice. He imagined her pregnant, breasts even heavier, stomach even rounder, it gave him chills.

"Can we fuck right now?" He requested. "And can you stop taking your birth control?

"Why's that Paul?" She asked, a cat like grin on her face. "You wanna fill me up with all your cum? Till I'm leaking, huh? You want me to swell with your cum. You want me to walk around all round and show everyone how you filled me so nicely?" She asked

Her words alone could have had him cumming in his pants. He knew he would have if it had been a month or two ago, but he'd gained some control.

"Yes," he whispered. "Yes use me, make me breed you."

"Take your clothes off," she said sweetly. She took off her robe, leaving her in her white undergarments which she was slowly stripping. He sighed longingly, as he traced her areolas lovingly. She smiled at him gently and kissed him, swallowing his gasp of need.

"You're so hot," he whined as she helped him pull off his clothing. His boxers were stained with precum, and she smirked at this. He loved doing anything that pleased her. They'd never had sex with him on top, other positions yes, but he never wanted to dominate her. The idea didn't appeal to him.

She began to stroke him. He was writhing under her hand. He didn't have the where with all to tell her he needed to cum inside her and not over her hand. She loved to tease him before giving him what he wanted.

"S-stop," he stuttered, and she moved her hand. Now, she was sinking down on his hard length. She always told him how big he was, and it never failed to make him blush.

"Ohhh, my lovely anaconda," she said wickedly, and his cheeks blossomed with pink patches.

"C-can't wait for you to be pregnant," he stuttered as she began to move. "Need to cum in you so bad, so many times."

"Yeah baby boy?" She asked, caressing his cheek. "You want me to be full? My body sloshing around with your cum?"

"Oh please, please!" He begged. "I need that."

"You'll get it baby, because your cock is so good for me. Everyone is going to know how you filled me up."

"Yes, yes, everyone. Want everyone to know I bred you. I want to suck on your sensitive, dripping nipples for hours. Need to fuck you all the time," he was now lifting his hips to bucking into hers.

"Don't strain yourself Paul," she said lovingly, placing a hand on his heaving chest. "You're doing so well."

"Can't help it, need to breed you. Need to fill you up," he was nearly crying, tears of desire pricking his hazel eyes. He was pitiful.

"Wanna cum in you so much. I want to give you all my cum, oh fuck, need to be inside you all the time."

"Yes baby boy, I know," she said soothingly. "You'll do it, I know you can fill me."

"You think I can do it?" He asked, tears streaming down his face as he looked at her soft form bouncing on his cock. He loved admiring her thick thighs on either side of him, and wished she'd crush his head between them. Her tits bounced as she did, and he loved it so much he could've sobbed harder.

"I know you can Paul. You're going to fill me up so nice and your seed will impregnate me. Then you can have me ride you with my round belly, and my sensitive tits can give you milk if you want."

Her words did manage to make him cum this time. He let out a desperate whine and he was shooting rope after rope of cum into her cunt. She was shaking on his cock, her own orgasm overtaking her. She was calling his name and cursing.

"Don't get off me," he begged in a small voice when they came down.

"Want to go again when you're hard?" She asked.

"Yes please," he said.

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

To everyone criticizing or complaining about this incredibly talented author addressing the comments on their work: please understand that you don't have to engage with content you don't wish to see.

It's unbelievable and childish that some of you are losing it over how an author reacts to criticism of their work. Consider this: you're going out of your way to attack someone who has dedicated time and effort to create something for your enjoyment, just because you can't recognize that the story is about a grown adult who doesn't need coddling and can handle some harsh words. Grow the fuck up.

Spencer is not a child. Has he gone through some pretty messed up stuff? Yes! But that doesn’t mean we need to baby him and shield him from all the terror out there. Many people in the fandom have gone out of their way to tear apart an incredible character, stripping away his autistic traits and infantilizing him.

Believe me when I say this: a few harsh words won’t destroy him to the point where he needs to be wrapped in a blanket and coddled because his feelings got hurt. Have any of you considered how absurd that is, especially given that he works in a field where he’s constantly exposed to corpses, crime scenes, and serial killers?

The point is, some of you need to start appreciating the effort writers put into creating something for your entertainment. A story doesn’t write itself; it has to be thought through, written, revised multiple times, and published before it reaches you. No writer, unless specifically requested, writes with one person in mind. Some stories might catch your attention, and some won’t. If you’re not interested in one, move on and find one that does interest you. If you liked a story but didn’t enjoy certain aspects, find another one. If you can’t find anything you like, write your own. Stop bothering authors just because they write for themselves and the fandom, and not specifically for you.

Lastly, if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything. Your input is neither necessary nor asked for.

To the author: Thank you for providing us with multiple incredible stories, and I’m very sorry you have to deal with this stupidly childish behavior.

While I hate to see you go, I’m glad you’re doing what’s right for you. Sending lots of love!

I have been doing a lot of moving chores today so I am too tired to do a very in depth reply to this - but I just wanna say: yeah. You are very smart. Everything you said - applause. Good job.

People in the fandom have literally said that Jason Gideon is a "predator" for luring Spencer into the FBI and "forcing" him to do that job, when it's a job that Spencer clearly cares about a lot (and Spencer is a certified fucking genius with multiple doctorates and big big credentials - so he could get any job he wants and he CHOSE the FBI)

Also people have said that Derek leaving to raise his son (after he named his son after Spencer and called Spencer the best little brother ever) - was him "abandoning" Spencer. Derek Morgan making the right choices for his family was him ABANDONING SPENCER

Spencer is not a baby. He is a grown man

And people either approach fanfiction with the attitude that he's OOC - a completely allistic neurotypical Daddy (borderline sociopath) hard dom with 0 emotions who doesn't give a fuck about anybody else's emotions who is only there to have very rough sex and that is it. OR - he is a puddle of tears and trauma who is a big baby crying all the time and he needs to be wrapped in soft blankets and if anybody looks at him the wrong way or says one bad word to him, he will crumble, at that person is Evil. If anybody in the BAU (like JJ) says something bad to him - they are evil incarnate and they are as bad as every single UnSub that the team has ever taken down.

When my fics take a mid level approach - that Spencer is allowed to be emotional and be yelled at, and his intense emotions get out of control and also hurt other people - the fandom cannot handle that take at all.

Anyway - thank you for saying all that you have said even if I have only managed to respond to one part of it 😂

[restlesswritings]

JO1 Scenarios:

Cute moments with him

A/N: Requests are open; Pairing: JO1 Members x Fem Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: None Masterlists : JO1 JPOP KPOP

Sho

To other people it might have seemed odd when your boyfriend suggested strawberry picking for your anniversary but to you it made perfect sense, that was Sho. As you look at the massive amount of strawberries, one stands out. "Oh yes! This one will definitely beat hi-" Your words are cut off when a giant hand reaches over your shoulder, snatching the strawberry from you. "Hey! That one was mine you meanie!" You yell at your big, redheaded teddy bear like boyfriend, causing him to burst out laughing while dipping your big strawberry in condensed milk, getting a bit of the cream on his lip in the process. Rolling your eyes, you can't help but let a smile cross your features. "Come on hanii , you know you love me.." He says, as he holds up the biggest strawberry you've ever seen. He drops on one knee, holding the strawberry up to you. "Forgive me?" He asks while holding in one of his contagious laughs. Taking the strawberry, you gave him a big smile and yank him up, "Yes of course!" You say, quickly pecking his lips before running away with the strawberry, leaving your boyfriend shocked to say the least.

Ren

The sound of the front door opening almost causes you to drop the bowl in your hands, you quickly place it on the table, tidying up the flowers and candles. Just at that moment, Ren walks into the kitchen, "Y/N, what is all this?" He asks, surprise evident on his face. "I just wanted to do something nice for you. You've been working hard for the comeback." You say causing him to pull you into his warm embrace, "Thank you, this made my day." He says while pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. After you both sit down, he is the first to take a bite, "Mhm, oh my god.. this is delicious! You made this?!" He asks in shock causing you to laugh, "Hmm, you shouldn't question my cooking skills," You say playfully. Being so absorbed in the taste of the food he blurts out, "Thank you Y/N, seriously, I love this and I love you!" His eyes go wide, he lifts his thumb up in embarrassment, "Um.. I meant this is good.. good job? " He says. letting out a nervous giggle. You reach forward and grab his hand in yours, "I love you too Rennie" You say with the biggest smile on your face.

Ruki

"You didn't have to come with me, you know?" you say to your boyfriend, Ruki, watching as he struggles with a baby goat that was currently trying to eat his jacket. "I couldn't just let you come out here by yourself, with all these wild animals!" He exclaims, looking a little ridiculous in your father's farming clothes. "I appreciate it, Ruk-" your words get cut off as you let out a loud laugh as one of the sheep steals his hat right out of his hand. "Yah!" He yells at the sheep, running after it but having no luck. "Wait! I have an idea." You say and ran to the house as he continued his battle. You came back a few minutes later to an exhausted looking Ruki, his eyes lit up when he saw you, "You're back! This sheep is so stubborn, we can ju-" he cut himself off and his eyes got even wider when he noticed the feed in your hand. "You're so smart!" He said and grabbed some from you. After a few minutes of negotiating with the very stubborn sheep, you guys finally got his hat back. "Yes!! Oh my god, thank you!" Ruki exclaimed and pulled you into a hug. Walking back to the house, he stopped you, "I guess I was the one who needed saving, heh.. thank you hanii" he said and gave you a quick kiss. "Anytime you goof" you said with a smile.

Junki

You were currently making your way to the dorm and as you were about to knock the door was pulled open by an overly excited Junki, looking as cute as ever, in something as simple as a plain t-shirt and jeans. "AH! If it isn't my beautiful girlfriend!" he said with a giant smile, pulling you into a hug. Laughing while in his embrace you pulled back a little to see his smiling face, "So what do you have planned for us this evening, cutie?" you asked while moving some of his hair from his forehead. "Ah! I'm glad you asked, first I thought we could cook a meal together, which I'm sure will be a disaster.. then eat while watching only the best movie of all time, The Avengers!" he exclaimed, shooting a charming smile at you with such happiness in his eyes. "I love it!" You said with a smile before you both made your way to the kitchen. All was well, you two were laughing a lot and making progress with the meal until Junki went to flip it. "Junki, I can do it if-" you started before he shushed you, closing his eyes and letting out a dramatic breath before he quickly tried, and failed to flip the food, causing you to burst out laughing. "You're so lucky you're cute Kono Junki." You said as you made your way over to salvage the meal.

Keigo

"Yah can I take this off now?" your boyfriend, Keigo asks for the third time, causing you to roll your eyes as you finished sprinkling confetti on the floor. "I just put it on you and besides, do you want to see your surprise or not?" you said giving him a playful nudge. "I DO, that's why I need this blindfold off.." he said in a playful tone, making you roll your eyes once again. "Okay Mr smarty pants, almost ready.." you said as you went to the kitchen and grabbed the furry little baby, bringing her over to the living room where your anxious boyfriend was waiting. Sitting her down next to him, you fixed the pink bow on her neck, "Okay take it off!" you said excitedly, waiting for his reaction. He looked around and was confused before he glanced down upon hearing a little "mew" and his eyes got wide when he saw the furry kitten. "A KITTEN?!" he exclaimed, picking her up ever so gently, staring at her in awe. "You got me a kitty?" he asked and hugged the animal against his chest. "I got us a kitten, I know how much you wanted a fur baby." you said while petting the baby in his arms. "I love you so much, you know that right??" he said while pulling you into a hug, careful to not squish the small kitten. "I do know that and I'm assuming you liked the surprise?" you asked with knowing smile."I love it!" he shouted while playing with the new addition to your family.

Takumi

Knocking on Takumi's door, the last thing you expected to see was your redheaded boyfriend wearing pink bunny ears and a bright smile. "Wah! You look so cute Kumi!" you said to him in a baby voice, poking at his new accessory making his smile drop. "Oi stop! I only do this for you and you know it." He said while playfully swatting your hands away as you two made your way into his apartment. Your smile soon turned to shock as you came face to face with a romantic set up in his living room, complete with candles, face masks, snacks, and your favorite movie ready to be played. "Kumi.. you did this for me?" you asked, on the verge of tears. "Yeah, you said you had a rough day at work so I thought this could make it better.." he said shyly and rubbed the back of his neck. "My princess deserves to smile." he said before he was pulled into your warm embrace. "I love it, so much. Let's do facemasks first!" you said and pulled him over to the cute set up. Getting on your knees, you pushed his hair back with the headband and gently apply the tiger face mask. "Yah you look so cute!! Let me take a photo please!" you said and snapped a photo of your boyfriend, causing him to groan "Y/n! ugh you're the only one who can see that!" he said sternly, making you roll your eyes and laugh at how cute he was.

Syoya

The sound of your facetime ringtone brought you out of your thoughts as you pressed the accept button, your smile widened when you saw your adorable boyfriend on your screen wearing an equally big smile. "Y/n! I missed you!!" he yelled into the speaker. "Hi hanii! I missed you too, I was literally just thinking about you" you said with flushed cheeks, causing him to let out a laugh. "I wanted to call you while I was alone, I wanted to tell you somethi-" his sentence was cut off by loud laughter and the sound of a door slamming, "I spoke too soon heh.." Syoya said with a pout just as Shion and Shosei made their way into frame. "Hey! Did you tell her yet??" Shion asked, not realizing you were on call. "shh.. she's on the phone right now.." Syoya said while pointing at you causing the other two to freeze "Oi heh, hi y/n!" Shosei said and hurried out of frame, pulling Shion with him. "What did you want to tell me?" you asked, slightly nervous now. "Oh um nothing bad, I just um.. I love you.?" Syoya said more as a question causing you to look at your boyfriend in disbelief, "really?" you asked to make sure you were hearing things correctly. "Yes, I do. I can't wait to be home with you." he said before getting up, "Look I know this was a short call but I have to go. I love you." he said, waving as the other two waved as well "Wait! I love you too Kimata Syoya!" you said causing the biggest smile to form on his face and the other two to cheer before the call ended.

Shosei

"Okay I think I should add the ingredients and you stir them.." you said as your boyfriend was trying but failing at measuring the butter for the cake you two were currently trying to make from scratch. "Hey! I can do it.. I just have to uh.. I got this." Shosei said as he continued his battle with the measuring cups causing you to let out a loud laugh. "Okay, okay.. you do that and I'll preheat the oven." you said, turned your back for five seconds before turning around to a flour covered Shosei, you laughed loudly as you covered your mouth in shock at how quickly your boyfriend got messy. "How? That i-is my only question hahaha" you got out in between laughter, causing his cheeks to flush. "A little help please?" he said with big eyes, making you feel bad for your boyfriend. You reached over and lightly wiped the flour out of his hair and began to wipe the white powder off his cheeks when he grabbed your hand "What are yo-" you began to ask before he pulled you into a kiss, covering you in flour as well. Pulling back he could barely see your red cheeks under the amount of flour that was now covering your face. "There we both look ridiculous. Now can you hand me the eggs?" he asked as if nothing happened, leaving you shocked and covered in flour.

Sukai

Carrying the shopping bags with you, you made your way to your boyfriend, Sukai's apartment. Knocking you waited excitedly for him to open the door, a smile forming on your lips when the door flung open to a smiling Sukai who automatically pulled you into a warm hug. "y/n! What are you doing here??" " he asked, surprised you were at his house. "I got you a few things! But the only thing is.. I want you to try them on for me" you said while looking up at him with puppy eyes. "ehh.. okay only because its you!" he said as he pulled you into the living room, placing you on the couch. "I'll go change!" he said and disappeared. Returning a few minutes later, Sukai had a huge smile on his face, "I literally love this shirt" he said while striking a few poses for you causing you to let out a loud laugh. "I love it! You look hot!" you said causing him to blush and hide his face "Thank you hanii, I love this and you" he said and sat next to you, pulling you on to him. "You're welcome Sky, anything to make you smile.." you said and pecked his cheek causing him to blush even more. "I love you too" you added and snuggled into your boyfriend with a smile on your face.

Shion

"Okay, try holding it up more on the right side." you said to your boyfriend, Shion, who was currently trying to hang up a painting you had found for your shared apartment. "um, I think you're going to need a taller boyfriend, maybe a giraffe." he said in a huff, arms struggling to hold the piece of decor any longer. You couldn't help the obnoxious snort that escaped as you let out a loud laugh at your boyfriend and the current situation. " Wha- you liked that? I have more jokes where that came from." he said and put the painting down, walking over to you. "What does a storm cloud wear under his raincoat?" he asked with a huge toothy grin on his face, looking at you with big eyes. "Hmm I don't know, what?" you said, holding your stomach from laughing so hard. "Thunderwear!" he yelled and let out a loud laugh, falling to the floor. You joined him in the over the top laughter, which soon turned into real laughter like always when you were around Shion. "Thank you for always making me laugh, I'm going to live forever haha" you said and tried helping him up, only to fall down on top of him igniting the laughter once again. "I don't think this will ever get hung" you said with a playful groan, "I think it looks pretty good where it's at" he said causing you to laugh once again, both your stomachs aching from the laughter.

Mame

You were fidgeting with your fingers as you felt the nerves and excitement course through you while waiting for the boys to finish up in the dressing rooms. You were here as a total surprise to all the boys, especially your boyfriend, Issei. Hearing the loud sounds of the chaotic boys, you turned and immediately found your boyfriend's eyes. The look of pure shock was evident on his face and he ran towards you, scooping you up in his arms. "Y/n! What! I can't believe you're here!" Mame exclaimed, as he slowly put you back down, arms still wrapped around you. "I wanted to show my support for my favorite idol!" You said with a wink, smiling at your boyfriend, causing him to blush. Your moment was interrupted when Sho and Junki came up behind Mame and started making kissing noises, "AWH look at the two love birds!" Junki yelled, barely keeping his laughter in. "Aren't they the cutest??" Sho asks, Junki agreeing. You had never seen Mame's face more red than it was in this moment. "He's so cute, blushing and-" Sho was cut off by Mame playfully pushing them away. "Oi! I have a girlfriend, get over it" He said and put his arm around you proudly. "I could cry, our baby Issei is growing up." Junki said and walked away dramatically, leaving you and Mame with nothing but red cheeks and laughter.

A/N: PLEASE I HAD TOO MUCH GOING THROUGH MY HEAD WHILE WRITING THESE

[0nonjudgement0]

I don't even know. Baby fever and whatever else.

CW: mentions of sex, pregnancy, pregnant!reader, not proofread.

Something something you having a one-night stand with Oscar. Nothing inherently special… except for the fact he’s the first guy you’ve been with in years, only the second. You guys had met at a party, having known of each other before that, but not really. You were the smart one, going to some college in the much richer part of LA for a degree that required more brain power than most people used in a week; Oscar was still fairly fresh out of prison, doing gang stuff–being the center of it. 

Something something he doesn’t see you for days,which turns to weeks. Well, he sees you, but doesn’t see you as in speak to you and catch up. More of just watching you from the window of his car while he rolled around the block. (Cesar warned him about being careful not to fall out of the window like some love struck fool. He didn’t speak again after a single glance). Sometimes eyeing you up so you could see it.

Something something you approach one day on his front lawn, wide-eyed and startled, flinching at almost every clang around you. He chuckled at the comments the men around you threw about being “attached” and “searching”, “hung up”. He was about to turn away, send you off, when you grabbed him. Trembling fingers grabbing his arm desperately, and when he snapped back toward you, you looked just as surprised that you grabbed him. The up-tight, genius girl that seemed so sealed, especially around men, was so scared and nervous. Someone had once mentioned something about how anxiety-stricken you always were, but this was a different kind of anxiety. He grabbed you from under the arm, tugging you into the house and somewhere away from open windows and obvious places. A little corner in the kitchen.

Before he could pull out a “Speak”, you dump a handful of little white sticks from your pocket onto the counter, at least three, flipping them all upward to reveal even littler pink lines. Tests. Pregnancy tests. He stared at them for a moment, trying to remember what amount meant that you were pregnant. But you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. Fuck. 

Before he could get a word in, once again, you start spilling your guts, rambling about getting sick and taking one for the giggles and then telling your parents after two more and getting kicked out and now you're staying in a dingy motel with what garbage bags of your stuff… damn. What a shitshow. He’d never been aware that you could look so scared. He just kinda assumed you couldn’t be.

He picks one up in silence as you wring your hands, staring at the little lines. It was his, looking at you that was obvious. He had already practically raised a kid–Cesar. But this was different. Like, really different, in a way he couldn’t quite name. He could give you money. But raising the baby? Mm…

“Are you gonna keep it?” he asked, staring at your middle that was covered by a loose zip-up. He was tempted to see if he could feel anything, poke around. 

“I don’t know if I can,” you confess, looking down at the ground.

Something something after a good month of turmoil, you keep it, move into a dingy apartment that was fairly big in a fairly… bad part of the city. Not a lot of gangs or anything, but it was near Santos territory, and a bit dirty. But it was nothing exactly awe-striking or anxiety-inducing. College was put on pause due to the summer, and you were lucky enough to land a waitress job. (see, thinking a lot does work).

Though the envelope containing a giant wad of cash stayed exactly where you found it outside your door. You had touched it once out of curiosity, and put it back immediately. A week had passed since then, and it was still sitting out there. He almost wanted to shake you because of it, but you were smart to leave it. Knocking on the door (god knows how he found the address), he shoved the worn envelope into your hands. “Money,” he stated. “For you. Take it.”

And that was the start of non-legally required child support payments that he made, dropping it off so you wouldn’t leave it to sit out and rot, again. It was definitely confusing. He’d linger briefly and then bolt. No words at all. You guys never finished talking about it, you didn’t even remember saying anything to him after that day.

                                                                      ***             

You were harshly awakened from your nap on your overstuffed couch (facebook marketplace really was great) from someone banging on the door. Obviously, you knew who it was. 

Almost gagging at the smell of tobacco smoke coming from behind the front door, you still opened it, looking down at the familiar white envelope that was being pushed toward you. You didn’t take it immediately, rubbing your eyes and resting a hand on your bump before taking it from him. “Thank you,” you murmur, tossing the envelope onto a side table near the door (again, facebook marketplace). Instead of the gruff “hm” and stare of and then sudden exit, Oscar was staring hard. Particularly at the bump that was more prominent now. Very. 

“You’re big,” he pointed out, still looking at the swell. Wow. Really charming, just as you remembered. God, he looked warm too. And not in a sexual way. He looked comfy. It was the baby, making you want to be coddled and held. 

“Five months and three weeks,” you add. “Halfway done.” And god did you feel huge. 

“Only?” he cocked a brow. 

“Well, it’s your baby.”

That familiar smirk popped up, after months of straight faces and awkward silence, he was somewhat engaging, even if you had barely known each other in the first place. How could he not when you looked so sleepy, in pj’s with the culprit stuck on your front? The culprit that was… much bigger than the last time he dropped money off. Without asking or even really hinting towards it, he placed a hand against your belly with a small smack. Not stinging, just enough to surprise you, and the baby. 

The teeniest bit of puttering feet was felt, something you were still getting used to yourself. Along with sleeping on your side with an uncomfortable weight. He just prodded for a moment, poking around the little thing with the same fervor as a confused dog. “If you’re gonna bond with the baby can I at least sit down?”

And now you were tucked under his arm, on the couch, napping, while he poked and prodded some more at the little thing, trying to figure out if he felt something or it was just his mind. Or if it was a hand or foot. 

More?? Maybe. But im hungry.

[puptoy]

My Reactions to his first assignment:

Good job! You're so beautiful. I love it when you show off for me.

It's really cute seeing you make a mess, but you're not allowed to waste any, okay? That's mine.

I'm not too worried about other bitches taking you. We both know you're all mine. It's really about respect; they should all know who you belong to and act accordingly. I wouldn't blame a girl for hitting on you in public if she didn't know you have an owner, you're a fine specimen. But if she knows you're spoken for, she's disrespecting me.

Good boy! Keep saving your cum for me. I'll take care of you when I know you've saved up enough to put on a really good show. I wanna see your cock twitch and spill everything you've been saving for me. Wish I was there to lick it up. I wouldn't waste a drop. I know you wouldn't have the self control to keep your hand off your big swollen needy cock if I didn't have you on a short leash. Needy stud.

I'll check the quality, don't worry baby. (When we live together, should I buy a microscope? Apparently I could also check if I'm fertile by analyzing my saliva. Isn't that so cool?)

I'm glad you like what I write for you. I slowly realized that I liked it when you decide to jerk off to my words instead of looking at anyone else... I didn't want to impose restrictions on you per se, but now that you've asked to be managed, I'm very happy to make sure you're only looking at the porn I make for you. I don't want you getting off to anyone else. I might not be there to physically touch you and tie you up like I want, but I can do something even better! I can control what you think about <3 When you read my words, I am putting thoughts directly into your head. So the more you read my words, the more my voice is filling your silly needy cumbrain. Isn't it kind of hot? That I can control you that easily? And every time your silly mind starts to wander, you come back to my words, my voice, and you think about how nice it is to be owned by me. I love making you feel good. Mind control isn't scary in real life, it's like a roleplaying game. I know you're used to being in charge of those, aren't you? I'm just creating a scenario in which you can enjoy being under my control... And as you keep reading my words, you are participating in that willingly. It feels good.

I just think it's so cute how you love being controlled. I love taking care of you. Sometimes I'm a little mean, but that's because I know better. I know what you need, not just what you want in the moment. The more you get aroused, the less you're able to think clearly, you know that? Dumb boys with big cocks can't think straight when all their blood is going... down there. So when I do "mean" things, it's just because I know what's good for you, darling. Your owner is very smart and she loves you very much. I'm happy you trust me to know better. It makes you feel so good, doesn't it? Say that, or mouth it for me if you are in public. "It feels good." Yes, good boy, it does feel good! You're such a good listener!

Aww, I popped your cherry with my vibrator, didn't I? I can't wait 'till I figure out how to make you cum with your ass, sweetheart. I bet it'll feel like the first time all over again. I love figuring out how to touch you in ways nobody else ever has. I loved making you feel good in a way you couldn't even do for yourself... Showing you a feeling you didn't know existed. It's like I have a way to pleasure you that's all mine.

I didn't even need to use the rope on you last time I used you to cum... You just did what I said because you're a good boy. And I know you liked it. It made you feel really good. You're not allowed to cum until I'm done with you. Until you make me cum as many times as I want. But even if my silly toy messes up, I can always use your mouth to satisfy myself. You're useful in lots of ways. And it feels good to be used, doesn't it?

I love you too, darling. I love you so much!

[offsidekineticist]

For Theoven: ☮ for a scene about behaving well

Thank you for the ask! Struggled a little with this one because I wanted to cover some time before he left Garund, but it was tricky figuring out what "behaving well" in that context would mean. Finally settled on repurposing/revising a little thing I wrote about his backstory (why did I originally write it in the 3rd person when all my Theoven stuff is 2nd person?).

CW: references to degenerative mental disease/dementia; a child taking on way too much responsibility; death of a parent; references to poverty; and Theoven tossing a lit firecracker into his mom's room to tell her breakfast is ready.

You know today is going to be one of the good days, because Mama is reading. Most days she can't do that anymore. Most days, when you wake her for breakfast, she is still asleep, or on really bad days she's sitting up and just staring at the wall. But today when you go to wake her for breakfast, Mama is already awake, sitting up in bed with one of her books.

"Holy fuck!" She shouts when the firecracker goes off next to her bed, and you grin because 'fuck' is a naughty word, and also she only swears on good days. On bad days your pranks just made her scream and cry. That doesn't stop you of course–as long as she doesn't react with silence, that means the pranks are helping, and if you do enough of them she might have a good day. 

That's your job: to give Mama lots of good days, enough to last forever. You aren't usually very good at your job–Mama doesn't have many good days anymore–but today is a good day. Giggling, you open the door and carry a tray with breakfast into the bedroom.

"Oh, you think this is funny, do you?" Mama asks from her bed, and you nod, trying to hide your smile behind a glass of not quite spoiled milk on the tray. "Oh, Theo," she sighs with a smile. "Never a dull moment with you, is there?"

You smile wide before offering her the tray. "Oh, thank you!" she says with a look of pleased surprise, and for a moment you feel a little glow of pride because this is a good day and you are doing a good job. Then she frowns suddenly at the breakfast: an over-easy egg (You scrounged the egg from a bird nest in a tree you had to climb) and a piece of toast. "You cooked this?" she asks. You nod, wondering frantically what was wrong - maybe that kind of egg was poisonous? Or maybe it's a very smart species of bird and you just murdered a baby? Or–

"You didn't break the yolk," she says slowly, and you relax, because this is not the first time she has had to think this through. "Have you been making me breakfast every morning?" she finally asks, and you nod. She looks sad and a little scared for a moment before smiling with her mouth while her eyes stay sad and watery. "Well, you've gotten very good at it! I've probably said that to you before, haven't I? I'm sorry."

"It's ok. I like it when you say I'm good at things," you say, and that makes her smile for real. She ruffles your bright orange hair with a pale hand–most of her is pale, except a little strand of green in her hair. You're the opposite: mostly orange and tan-brown, except for the pale patch on your elbow from when you gave Mama some of your color when you were a baby. Back when Mama had more good days than bad days, she used to check every day to make sure the patch hadn't gotten bigger, because if it got too big you would start having bad days, too, and then you wouldn't be able to do your job and give Mama good days.

"Well then, you should know you've gotten very good at making breakfast," Mama says before starting to eat breakfast. "Here–wanna see what Mama's reading?" She patted the space on the mattress next to her, and you grin because it's been so long since Mama read to you and it must be a very good day and you are doing a very good job. You scramble up onto the bed and snuggle under her left arm. She closes the book and shows you the front cover. "Can you read the title?"

"One thousand and one gods of the Vuh-drann - drawn - dra–"

"Vudrani."

" - Vudrani," you read out.

"Very good!" she says, and you practically preen with pride before realizing what you just read.

"There are a thousand and one gods?" you ask, eyes wide, because that's a lot of gods.

"Oh, there are a lot more than that. These are just some of the gods they worship in Vudra."

Your forehead wrinkles in thought. "But I thought gods were special. How can there be so many?"

"Well, there are still a lot more of us than there are of them."

"There's not a thousand people!" you exclaim indignantly. One thousand is a very big number. You know because you once tried seeing how high you could count, and you only made it to 150 or so before you lost count because you were distracted by a beetle as big as your hand flying in through an open window. You tried to get the beetle to stay and be your friend, but it couldn't understand you because beetles aren't very smart, so it flew away.

"You wanna hear something crazy?" Your mother asks, leaning in like she's about to tell you a secret, and you lean in too because you are very good at keeping secrets. "We live in a town with two thousand people. Just in our town." 

Your jaw drops, and you try to remember all the people you saw yesterday when you went to the market to borrow some stale bread when the baker wasn't looking, but you quickly realize there were too many to count. 

"And this isn't the biggest town we've lived in, is it?" Mama continues, and you shake your head.

"No. Katapesh was much bigger." Your face scrunches up as you try to figure out how much bigger itbwas. "They had…three thousand people?"

"More than two hundred thousand." 

Two hundred thousand? That's more than you can count times a thousand! That's a lot of people, and just in one city? You realize there must be a lot of people in Golarion. Eyes wide, you look back at the cover of the book that had started the conversation.

"I guess one thousand gods is still special," you finally pronounce. "Are they better than the Avistan gods?"

Mama taught you a lot about the gods in Avistan because that's where your dad lives, and someday she says you will visit and stay with him. You didn't like most of them–being a kid is hard, and you don't think anybody who has never been a kid had any business telling you how to be a kid (and people who don't remember what it's like being a kid aren't much better). But Irori and Iomedae and Norgorber and Caiden Calean had all been kids once, so you think they might be alright.

"Hmmm…no, I think they're just different. But there are some gods they worship in Avistan and Vudra. Like Irori. Before he was a god, he lived in Vudra." She opens the book. "His nephew became a god, too. Gruhastha. He was always one of my favorites because he's a book and a god."

"He's a book?" You repeat, because how can a person be a book?

"Yes, the Azvadeva Pujila. He wrote it when he was still mortal. The book was perfect, and perfect things must be divine, but a book by itself has no soul, so it can't be a god. So Gruhastha went into the book and became part of it, and it became part of him, and now the book had a soul and could ascend and be divine. But Gruhastha believes that knowledge should be shared, so he made copies of the Azvadeva Pujila and put a little of himself in each one. So anytime you hold a copy of the Azvadeva Pujila in your hands, you hold Gruhastha in your hands as well."

"Do we have a copy of it?" you ask eagerly, because you've been able to do many things traveling with Mama, but you have never held a god before.

"I think so–yes, in the Biggenlill Bag."

(The Biggenlill Bag is little on the outside but big on the inside. It is supposed to be called a bag of holding, but that's stupid because all bags hold things because that's what bags are for. You used to call it the Big-and-Little bag, but over time it got shortened to the Biggenlill Bag, which is so much more fun to say than Big-and-Little and definitely a better name than "bag of holding.")

You slide off the bed and scamper into the next room. The biggenlill bag is on one of the chairs at the kitchen table that hasn't been used since Mama's bad days made you stop in Finderplain. You grab the bag as you slide to a stop and then rapidly run back the other way, practically leaping onto the bed and almost knocking over Mama's glass of milk as you open the bag and reach inside. You have to stick your hand in all the way up to your shoulder, but your fingers eventually close around a book, and you yank it out of the bag. 

It doesn't look like you'd expect a god to look–you imagined it would be more sparkly–but Mama always says not to judge a book by its cover. It does feel special, though. You feel a thrill the second you touch it, and you feel…not quite afraid to open the book, but you can tell that opening the book will release something great and wonderful, something that will refuse to confine itself to the book once it is released.

"Do you want me to read it to you?" Mama asks, interrupting your reverie, and you nod and hand the book to her. She sets it on top of the book on her lap, opens it to the first page, and reads.

It is a wonderful day. The best day. Mama reads, and she reads, and she reads, until the desert sun sets, and her voice is hoarse, and you snuggle into her side and for once you aren't worried about doing your job, because this is a good day, and good days mean you're doing a good job. You listen to stories about monkeys and tigers and cobras and gods and children and ratfolk and humans, and you wonder if maybe, when Mama is better, you could go to Vudra and see the Cave of a Thousand Stars.

"I think that's enough for today," Mama finally says tiredly, and you nod before hugging her.

"Thank you, Mama," you say, and Mama hugs you close to her.

"Oh, you're so very welcome. I'm happy to do it for such a wonderful son."

You feel very warm at that, and despite the desert heat it's a good warm. Yes, you are doing a good job. "Love you, Mama."

"I love you too, Theo. Now." She kisses the top of your head. "Go get some rest. We can read more in the morning."

You nod vigorously, smiling wide so she won't see that you don't believe her. You may be doing a good job, but there haven't been two good days in a row for a very long time. Reminding her of that would just make her sad, though, so you pretend to believe her and kiss her on the cheek before taking the tray and the dirty dishes and sliding off the bed. You leave the books–you are very tired, and someone needs to stand watch, but Mama is holding a book that is also a god, so surely you can sleep for a little bit and let Gruhastha watch over her, can't you?

(You can't. Her last green hair disappears in the night. Her skin is already cold when the sun rises.)