#all warm and snug with his little blankie and teddy

[joeythefrog]

newsies as things said during my rehersals Race: I AM NOT A TWINK Albert: TWINK, ALMOST AS BAD AS TWINKOTHY CHAMALAMADINGDONG Finch: Regina is the bee and I am- I am a worker bee, and I am a bee who is also a jewish bee Race: this is the plot of the bee movie Spot: do you have a watering can on your head because you're damp, stupid, and I hate you Race: oddly specifc Spot: ...why does your voice sound like that- look the storage room is dark I can't see you Race: don't turn on the lights Spot: ... Race: I can't tell if you turned the lights on, my heads in a watering can Spot: HOW DID YOU EVEN FIND ONE

Albert: Race goes out and complains about it being cold and then makes us practice outside in the cold because he was too lazy to move the prop and gave up before he got inside Race: it's like three times my size :( Spot: Race pitches his song down and thinks he wont notice Jack: I thought we all knew about that and just didn't say anything Albert: we do, except I bully him about it and he shushes me because he thinks people don't know Jack: what's going on? I thought we were running meet the plastics Dave: Race fell asleep on the prop and we don't have the heart to wake him up Jack: even Spot and Al? Albert: he's curled up in a little ball and cuddling a prop teddy bear, how could you wake him up

[no5collabsproject]

Just a little taste of a pressie we're gonna drop a little later today..... 😈

TEASER...

Courtesy of your neighbourhood Nanna @tea-and-toblerones & Laura @naughty-teddy-innit Xoxoxox

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You marched your way across the room, stopping at the doorway with a huff. The warm muggy heat just a reminder that you could be snug in bed.

“I don't mean to be a buzz kill but could you please shut it or at least sing quieter? I’m trying to sleep.”

His head comes out from behind the curtain, little water droplets falling from his wet copper locks as he flashes that smirk.

“Wha? Are you gonna make me?” He challenged, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip “You gonna come over here and stop me?”

Bastard. The tongue move was foul play. He knew the effect it had, and what a distraction it was. Especially when he used in combination with those perfect, pretty pink lips. Ugh.

“You want me to come over…? You ask softly. "Want me to stop you?’" You lick your own lips, enjoying the way his eyes widen just a little as you slowly pad over to the marble-tiled shower. “I think I can maybe help with that?”

The smirk is ever-present, and he’s watching you carefully. Watching as you push the deep blue shower curtain out of the way, tilting your head and catching his eye just for one lingering moment. Watching as you reach down, slowly, and before he can say a word? Quickly twisting off the hot water faucet, leaving nothing but icy cold water to envelop him as you run like hell for the bedroom, a giant grin on your face, leaving him shrieking in your wake.

You quickly hop onto the bed, pulling the covers up to your chin as childish giggles come out of your mouth. A moment later a thoroughly drenched Teddy is standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a mischievous grin. Water dripping off his beautiful, rainbow-hued body, he spreads his arms wide. The light filtering out from the bathroom casting an ethereal glow around him.

“How ‘bout a hug, love? A big ol bear hug from your Teddy’s good, innit?”

“If you get me and blankies wet, Edward, so HELP ME.” You’re still giggling, and he’s showing NO mercy, advancing you, still dripping (presumably ICE COLD water) all over your bedroom, your carpet, and now your precious fluffy duvet as he climbs up on the bed.

“I’m gonna make you wet, love, just you wait and see.”

...Funny how sleep is suddenly the LAST thing on your mind? He’s basically on all fours, his pretty cinnamon curls still plastered to his forehead and neck, droplets of water still clinging to his even prettier, sexier chest hair.

The way he hovered over you, the almost primal looking smile on his face sent shivers throughout your body. His teeth grazing over his bottom lip as his lust filled eyes stared down at you, causing your breath to catch in your throat. A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat.

“You said you were going to shut me up yet here you are, the one that’s speechless.”

More to come....? 🔥😗😙

[little-owly]

Quiet Time

pairing: jo//ji and ian

warnings: age play, 

uuuuh, might rewrite this!! really sick with a cold when i wrote this but i hope you enjoy!! (let’s hope this doesnt show up in jo’s main tag aaaa)

“Holy shit,” Jo//ji laughed, flopping himself down on the nearest couch. His black hoodie and sweatpants making him look as if he had just crawled out of bed, jet black bangs hiding his forehead.

“What?” Ian asked, typing away. His grey shirt and jeans contrasting with Jo//ji’s more relaxed outfit.

“Pi//nk Seas//on hit number 2 on iTunes and Spotify, it’s so fucking crazy. Everyone’s just,” Jo//ji laughed once more before settling in, laying down properly on Ian’s lap, replacing the laptop. “It’s great but also really fucking stressful. I’m honestly waiting for some bullshit to happen.”

“It won’t, let’s be honest, your sales skyrocketed. Who’d be dumb enough to mess with that much profit?” Ian added before running his thin fingers through Jo//ji’s hair. Jo//ji humming at the sensation.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m just really stressed. The whole album and reception has me fucked.”

Ian looked around awkwardly as he quietly began to speak up, “uh, maybe you wanna try that thing. You know, the one thing you usually do when stressed?”

Jo//ji looked up through his bangs as Ian waited for a response. It’d only been a few months since Jo//ji brought it up. A few months of Ian taking on his role much more…seriously.

Jo//ji smirked, knowing how much Ian loved helping him with his secret. A lot more than he expected.

“Sure, we haven’t done it in a while. I guess it could help out now more than ever.”

Ian’s face lit up, pushing his glasses up, “you want to be-”

“Yes, but can we start after I take a nap? I’d honestly kill for some sleep,” Jo//ji answered before yawning, settling in once more as Ian ran his fingers once more through Jo//ji’s hair.

Ian was startled by the soft whimpering on his lap, setting down his phone. Warm brown eyes stared back at him.

One thing Ian learned through the months – it was incredibly easy for Jo//ji to slip into his little headspace once he slept. Jo//ji squirmed on Ian’s lap, slowly placing his thumb in his mouth to suckle on. Ian cleared his throat as he caressed the other’s face.

“Hey,” Ian whispered, grabbing Jo//ji’s attention, “you alright, Joj?”

Jo//ji whimpered once more, feeling incredibly vulnerable. Ian cooed over him, “it’s okay, just Daddy, remember?”

A nod was all Ian needed to continue.

“How about we get you a snack, hmm?” Ian asked, helping Jo//ji to his feet. Jo//ji trailed behind Ian, holding onto the hem of his tshirt as they walked into the kitchen.

“How does pudding sound?”

Jo//ji, thumb still tucked away in his mouth, gladly nodded. Ian smirked before returning to the table Jo//ji was told to sit at. He smiled as he noticed Ian was using his favorite spoon, a simple pink and white kiddy spoon. Perfect for him. Ian scooped a glob of strawberry pudding, guiding the spoon to Jo//ji’s mouth. He smiled as he swallowed the taste, sweet flavors erupting in his mouth.

They finished quickly, Jo//ji laughing softly as Ian set the dirty spoon and empty pudding cup away. Ian ruffled Jo//ji’s hair, earning a loud giggle.

“Let’s get you into some pjs, you’ve had such a long day haven’t you?” Ian asked, picking up Jo//ji to set him down in their shared bedroom. With ease, he pulled out a simple storage box – filled with supplies they’d use when Jo//ji was this little.

“You want your pink jammies or your teddy bear jammies?”

Jo//ji muttered around his thumb, pointing to the pink set of pajamas, the bottoms printed with white stars. Slowly, Ian pulled out a pink and white teddy bear along with a pull up. The stars on the pull up matching Jo//ji’s pajamas.

Jo//ji began to babble, playing with the strings of his hoodie. His fingers ran over the material as Ian helped him remove his clothes.

“Cold…”

“I know, Joj, just a few more minutes and Daddy can get you snuggled up with a warm blankie. Now can you step inside your pull up?”

Soft whimpers escaped from Jo//ji, a blush creeping up his neck and cheeks. The fact he was still shy when it came to diapers and pull ups tugged at Ian’s heart strings.

“It’s okay, you’re too little to know if you need to go. This won’t change anything, and daddy won’t ever tell anyone. Promise.” he said, kissing Jo//ji’s warm forehead. With a nod, he finally stepped through the leg holes, Ian pulling it up snug against his hips.

“Such a good boy,” he smiled, redressing Jo//ji into his pajamas. Jo//ji held on steady to Ian’s shoulders as he put on his pajama bottoms – much more relaxed now that his pull up wasn’t on display.

“Open wide,” Ian instructed, placing the pink pacifier into Jo//ji’s awaiting mouth. He watched the shield bob in his mouth as he sucked away, his dark eyes half lidded, his black hair messy and sticking out, his quiet babbling, everything about him in this state made Ian smile. The fact Jo//ji trusts him this much as a lover, to share in this private pastime with him, meant the world to him. And, he had to admit it was endearing to see him with a pacifier and pull up – depending on his every need.

With a smirk, Ian began to attack Jo//ji with kisses, the other laughing with gasps, “daddy!” he cried.

“You’re so fucking cute,” Ian said, kissing the tip of Jo//ji’s nose. Jo//ji gasped softly before placing a warm hand over Ian’s lips.

“Bad word, daddy. No like bad words.”

It was then Ian’s turn to laugh, and laugh he did. “You’re still pretty cute.”

Jo//ji snuggled into Ian’s shirt, squealing happily. The warmth of Ian’s body and the smell of his cologne bringing immediate comfort. His big brown eyes looked up at Ian, “baba?”

“You’re thirsty? Okay, let daddy make your baba. Just stay here with Kuma, okay?” he asked, setting the pink and white bear next to Jo//ji.

Jo//ji giggled, cuddling the bear tightly to his chest. The soft material setting him deeper in his headspace, his fingers gliding over Kuma’s button eyes. Even playing with the pale pink bowtie it wore.

“Daddy’s a good daddy. Isn’t he, Kuma?” Jo//ji asked, still holding the bear, “he takes care of me and you lots of time. He’s good at keeping secrets too. I love daddy-”

“You okay there, Joj?” Ian asked. Jo//ji’s blush deepening, cuddling Kuma closer.

“Want to hold it yourself or have daddy help you?”

“…daddy help,” Jo//ji shyly replied.

Ian sat in the middle of the bed, monitoring for Jo//ji to get closer. He rested his head on Ian’s lap, his pacifier being spit out, his eyes staring back at Ian as he guided the bottle to his pale lips. With a whine, Jo//ji began to drink. The warmed milk making him more relaxed. He moaned as he drank the bottle. His eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, the gentle humming from Ian helping him relax more and more.

Ian leaned down, kissing Jo//ji’s forehead one last time. Jo//ji’s eyes finally closing as he drifted off to sleep.

“Goodnight, Joj, daddy’s so proud of you.”