#his tiny lil claps i can't

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

cute tiny gifs of a cute tiny boy

[pocoyo-yo]

LEMON MERINGUE PIE

SUMMARY: being cowboy!reiner brauns spoiled little wife

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, fembodied!reader, black!coded reader, squirting, creampie, dirty talk, manhandling, clit slapping, breeding kink, daddy kink, overstimulation, p in v, m/f, petnames (sweet thing, darlin', mama, poundcake,and obviously daddy)

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being reiner braun meant hucking hay bales over your shoulder, petting and caring for your cattle, and going into town to sell your goods.

being reiner brauns spoiled little wife meant you never had to lift a finger— only coming home to your tired man who wanted nothing more than to bask in your sweet scent of lemons.

".. reiner," you had your arm hooked around his large bicep with a grin. ".. lemme take a ride on my baby, I bet my meringue misses me."

but that didn't mean you didn't want to lift a finger.

"ya don't have'ta, sweet thing," he glanced down at you through the shade of his cowboy hat. ".. yur a city girl at heart, don't gotta change nothin' f'me." he told you.

you pouted, "I'm aware.. you remind me all the time, but meringue is my horse— don't you remember our first ride together? you, me, meringue, and knight?"

reiner clicked his tongue, "'course I do, darlin'.. ya caught on so quickly it was like ya were a natural— I think I fell for ya then."

you unhooked your arm from his as you approached the white picket fence that connected to the stables. you could spot her from a mile away, with her pretty blonde main and brown fur that faded to white at the hooves. when you first met reiner through a family friend while you visited she immeaditely caught your eye— her mane reminded you of your blond lace front while her fur was the same shade of vrown as your skin.

"..c'mere," reiner whistled at meringue and smacked the fence as he leaned slightly over. you glanced over at him— his sleeves were rolled up on his arms, sweat beads rolling down his slightly tanned skin. ".. c'mere, meringue, mama wants ya!" he called out.

you smiled bashfully as meringue let out a sneeze and began to trot towards the fence.

"city girl or not this is my baby," you grinned as meringue stood before you and you petted her face. ".. hi pretty girl, did you miss me?"

meringue let out a grunt and you looked over at reiner who was just admiring you with a soft smile.

"what are you looking at, sir?" you teased.

he stood up straight and walk towards you, he was so tall— tall and bulky.

"my pretty lil wife, ma'am." reiner replied.

you rolled your eyes and reiner gave your ass a nice smack which earned a surprised squeal from your lips.

he had been holding back from doing that ever since he saw you come outside in those tiny jean shorts, that plaid crop top that showed off your diamond belly-button piercing and allowed your tits to spill— teasing the lace of your bra, and those brand new one inch heel cowboy boots.

"c'mon, mama," reiner leaned into your ear as meringue walked away in the other direction. your breath hitched as he pressed his crotch right up against your ass. ".. don't ya wanna go for a ride?"

being reiner brauns spoiled little wife also meant that for treating you so kindly, like the princess you are, he expects a little something in return whenever he gets hot and heavy after a hard days work.

"r— reiner! rei.. oh my goood.."

fresh out of the shower, reiner almost immeadiately had you sat on his lap— large, calloused hands clung to the fat of your hips while he pounded his fat cock into your pussy.

"yur so pretty, sweet thing," he groaned at the sight of your ass clap everytime his wet pelvis made contact with your skin. you clung at his muscular thighs while your tongue dared to stick out of your glossy lips. ".. ya can take this dick, can't ya? 'gonna let me take care of this sweet pussy?"

you dug your nails into his skin and moaned as one of his hands hooked around your waist and found your swollen clit while other squeezed on your breasts.

"c'mon fuck me back— ride my cock, yeah?" reiner panted, his lips grazing over the skin of your neck. he thrusted up into you while you attempted to grind on his dick, trying to play with yourself at the same time.

"feels s'good," you whimpered as his hot breath teased the crown of your ear. "..makin' this pussy feel so so good, daddy.."

he chuckled, cock fucking deeper into your belly— a slight bulge poking at your skin. your inner thighs were sticky and wet as your slick and his pre-cum smeared messily everytime you both make contact.

"how long we been married, darlin'?" he asked and you whimpered, the shimmer of his golden wedding band filled your vision.

".. d— daddy slow down," you mumbled, thigh muscles clenching as you began to try and match his thrusts. ".. ooh fuck— daddy! d— daddy! ..daddy!"

reiner huffed, ".. holy— take a breath.. 'nd answer me, mama.."

you gasped as reiner hooked his heavy arm under your thighs and yanked them up— practically folding you in half. you watched as his fat cock slipped out of your hole and you let out a whine before he used his freehand to guide it back into your sloppy cunt.

"we uhm," you arched your back against his chest as the curve of his cock brushed right against your g-spot. ".. r— right there! again please daddy.."

reiner groaned and raised his free hand— landing a slap over your swollen clit. you let out a yelp and clawed at his arm while your cunt squeezed tightly around him in response.

"lemme ask ya one mo' time," reiner leaned into your ear and hissed. ".. how long ya been my wife, mama?"

you felt your eyes sting with tears as his heavy hand smacked your stinging clit again, the cool metal of his wedding band adding some type of relief.

".. two," you whimpered softly— hot tears falling down your cheeks. "two years, rei.."

"mhm," he kissed at your salty tears. ".. I think it's 'bout time I made ya a real mama, ain't it?"

you sniffled, ".. 'nd make you a daddy, rei?"

reiner nodded, "yeah.. and make me a real daddy, sweet thing," he grabbed your hand and placed it over the spot in your belly where the tip of his cock poked at your skin. ".. oh fuck we'd make the prettiest lil babies, poundcake— so how 'bout it? ya gonna let daddy breed up this messy pussy?"

"yes," your toes curled at the thought of reiner emptying himself into you. you two had been careful since you met him— condom, birthcontrol, him coming outside, plan b's after almost everytime because better safe than sorry. "yes I wan' it— please breed this pussy daddy.. make me a mama please please.." you begged him.

reiner groaned and slid his freehand in between your legs to rub circles over your clit while he fuck up into you. your jaw fell agape as the only thought that filled your mind became reiner reiner reiner. your stomach churned and an immense amount of pressure filled your belly— something new, something foreign.

"daddy wait," you moaned softly, eyes rounded out as your legs began to tremble in reiners hold. ".. d— daddy somethin's not— it feels w— weird.."

"yur gonna cum, poundcake." he cooed in your ear.

"s'not that— feels like m'gonna," you let out a cry as reiner sped up his movements— every part of you wanted to run away from this feeling, the pressure was so uncomfortable. ".. oh fuck! daddy— daddy you gotta—"

you let out a shakey whimper and your toes curled as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. your eyes flickered in the back of head while you squirted all over reiners thighs and the bed sheets.

"and here I thought I married just a creamer," reiner scoffed and his tip teased at your cervix again— earning another stream of wetness which landed on your lower belly. ".. yur still not done, poundcake?"

your body slumped against reiner as he used both hands to spread your legs further apart— alowing him to sink deeper into your pussy. you were too focused on the feeling of yourself about to cum some more to be embarassed at how on display you were. pussy puffy and bruised— twitching everytime reiner sunk himself back in. the overstimulation had you unable to even form a coherent sentence.

".. fuck im 'bouta cum, mama," reiner moaned— his heavy balls slammed right against your ass. ".. ya still got more in there? go on 'nd finish up f'me then daddy will fill this tight pussy, alright?"

you slipped your hand in between your legs and flicked at your clit, shuddering, "o— oh my.."

the last of your release streamed from your pussy and onto the sheets— your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

reiner sloppily kissed your jaw and stammered, "fuck fuck.. ya done now, mama?"

you nodded shakily, "yes daddy.. please cum in me please.."

he groaned, "alright alright— daddy's got you, sweet thing."

you let out a low moan as reiner buried his face in your shoulder— whimpering into your sweaty skin. the veins in his fat cock pulsed while his balls tightened, and he pressed your body right up against his own— muscles tightening at the feeling of his cum shoot into your warm, tight pussy.

"take it all, mama," he moaned, stubble tickling your neck as he lifted his face from your shoulder. ".. take all of daddy's babies."

being reiner braun's spoiled little wife meant that finally, after getting manhandled and fucked dumb, he would treat you with most care and love he could— making sure you were doing just fine because you deserved it after making him feel so good.

you shivered as reiner let your weak legs go, and he left soft kisses on your upper back. you tried to recollect your thoughts with his softening cock inside of you.

".. I made such a mess." was the first thing you managed to mumble.

reiner sighed, "it's fine, poundcake.. I'll start a bath f'ya and clean up."

you glanced up at him and pouted, "stay with me, reiner."

he let out a small groan, "fine.. we'll bathe together— just let me get the bath started."

you reluctantly nodded and his cock slowly slid out of you. you gasped at the feeling of his cum begin to leak out of your fucked-out hole.

"that ain't good," he chuckled, thin eyebrows risen at the sight. "let's see.."

reiner scooped up what had leaked out of his cum and stuffed it back into you with his thick fingers. you let out a surprised squeak and playfully smacked his arm.

"keep them thighs closed, sweet thing," reiner layed you on the bed and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips once he got up. "and if any of it comes out you push it back in, understand?"

"yes daddy.." you teased.

"ya say that again, poundcake, and I'll right back inside that pussy before ya can blink." he warned you.

you giggled and rested your head on the pile of pillows. reiner stared at you for a moment with hooded eyes before he scratched the side of his head.

"I love you, darlin'.." reiner told you in a shy tone.

you smiled sweetly at your husband, "I love you too, reiner."

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!!!THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS!!! I DISSAPEAR SO MUCH SO I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GUYS DEAL WITH ME LMAO

[siriuslylovejegulus33]

I like to think that the Marauders gave each other gifts for Christmas and that they all tried really hard. And James included Regulus because why would his boyfriend be excluded? So after much begging and... Begging. It worked.

They did secret Santa.

Peter got James a Lego set and Lego versions of the Marauders and an extra lil emo guy.

James: OMG PETE, IT'S PERFECT!

James: *Launches himself into Peter*

Regulus whispering to himself: That's gonna keep him entertained for weeks *sips peppermint tea*

James got Remus a pair of red converse so they could match, and boxes of his favorite frog chocolate.

Remus: Thank you, Prongs! I'll be sure to hide the chocolates from the kids in the house.

Sirius: We don't have kids.

Everyone:

Sirius: Oh, fuck you.

Remus: Not here *winks*

Sirius: *blushes*

Remus: Here's your gift, sweetheart.

Sirius takes it out, and he finds that his Moony have him a leather jacket. But not only that, it's a vintage black leather jacket with Queen's painted on the back and a little painting at the front of a moon and the brightest star in the night sky.

Sirius: I-

Remus: Do you like it? The girls helped me with the- Umph.

Sirius launches himself on his boyfriend and hugs him to death.

Remus: *chuckles* I'm guessing you liked it?

Sirius: *kisses him* I love it, babe.

Remus: *grins widely* I'm glad

Peter: *clears his throat*

Sirius: *On Remus' lap* Anyways, I'm going to give my present last because I couldn't wrap it.

Remus: It can't be yourself.

Sirius: *huffs sadly* I know, Moony.

James: Well. Regulus, it's your turn, love.

Regulus quietly takes out a little card and hands it to Peter. Everyone is sad because they thought Regulus would try. That he would would just, try.

But all eyes look at Peter when they hear sniffles, and suddenly he's crying.

James, worried: What's wrong, Pete?

Peter: *sob* I LOVE IT!!

Everyone has shocked looks on their faces, except Reg, who has a tiny smile that only James and Sirius notice.

Sirius: What did you get him, Reggie?

Regulus: An unlimited card to candy in the town's most popular candy shop.

James:

Peter: *still crying*

Sirius:

Remus:

James, launches himself into Regulus and gives him a big wet kiss and whispers: Thank you, baby.

Regulus whispers back: I told you lover, their important to you. They're important to me.

Regulus wipes a tear from James, and James just can't fathom how lucky he got.

Sirius, claps: Alright, everyone. Enough tears. let's go to these two's room for my gift.

Regulus: Why on eart... It's better for me not to assume.

They all walk in and see a grand piano with Regulus' star constellation, him the brightest, and a deer looking up at it.

Sirius, biting his lip: Do you like it?

Regulus: It's... It's perfect. Thank you.

Jegulus cuddled up later that night.

Regulus: H-h-he really loves me, James. He kn-knows me *hiccup*

James rubbing circles on his back and his other hand through his hair: I tell you all the time, Reg. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. *Kisses Reggie's hair*

[lynnscove]

Lil' list of details about Dabi that I adore.

His lazy eye.

His foot taps when he's impatient.

The way he closes one eye a tiny bit more than the other when his emotions are running high.

The sparkles that come out of his palms just before he uses his quirk. (Pretty much only seen in the movie)

The fact that he cries when he's overwhelmed, which includes when he thinks about his victims :(

Him flicking his hand back and forth/clapping. (presumably stimming)

The fact that he hates fish (I do too, I can't stand seafood of any kind.)

The way his voice is strained and slightly unclear in the fight with Shoto, showing how much emotion and adrenaline is surging through him.

How much softer his hair looks without his hair-dye.

How FINNEEEEEE he looks while getting his ass handed to him by Aizawa.

His bravery,, he outed the number 1 hero as an abuser on a broadcast that went out to all of Japan, that takes courage.

Him whooping the no.2 and nearly killing him‼️ + looking FINE while doing it.

The wrinkles in his scars.

The way smoke leaks from the seams of his stapled skin after he overuses his quirk.

Him smelling like burnt flesh💕 so cutecore.

His SLUTTY outfits.

His eyes. I feel like I don't have to say any more than that. Just look.

[slythereen]

also off the top of my head i’m pretty sure drivers don’t usually clap for each other when they get handed the trophy?? maybe for like super significant podiums but i don’t think it’s usual?? i have a bad memory though so take this with a grain of salt for sure

you 🤝 me

horrendous memory for details

anyway by popular demand (my own) (i am the only one asking for this) i decided to do some investigative journalistic research (rewatched some banger podiums).

my final conclusion: idk they seem to run on vibes. like. it's definitely not a Every Time Absolutely, Have Manners™ type of situation. but at least a little clapping each podium, not necessarily limited to p1. there does not appear to be an upwards trend or anything, chronologically. it seems to vary (though i might say that they do it reflexively if the clapping starts earlier and thus clap more for those podiums... hmmm).

choosing the narrative i want where science has failed me to say max and lewis did it for charlie<3

baku gp 2023

charles interestingly is clapping for max as he walks out

max claps for checo as he walks out; charles fixes his hat and then starts clapping too (i get you charlie)

can't see max and charles for the first part of checo's trophy, but they are not clapping for the end of it (and charles is fixing his bracelet so i don't think he was before)

neither max nor charles clap for the medal

all three clap for the rbr mechanic (charles joins a lil late but it's okay that's not his team... yet)

can't see charles and checo for the trophy lift, but by the time you see them when max sets his down they are not clapping (there is a slight tiny smidge of movement to the left as he is handed it that makes me think checo claps. but not firm enough evidence)

you can only see checo for charles' trophy and he is clapping animatedly (as is the rbr mechanic)

conclusion: errrr... they clap when they remember to. rbr mechanic domination. also, checo is kind of a sweetheart with his animated clapping on podiums thus far.* (*this says thus far bc i actually watched out of order)

austria gp 2023

max, checo, and the rbr mechanic clap after the anthem, charles does not (he's busy fixing his hat okay it's important) (this isn't part of my stats i just thought it was funny)

charles and checo clap when max lifts the trophy (you can see checo clapping at the end of the shot. charles is out of frame BUT you can see his arm/elbow moving as he claps presumably so i'm taking it)

checo claps for the medal; charles does not

you can't see the drivers for the rbr mechanic's trophy (except checo at the end, clapping)

you can't see the drivers for charles' trophy

you can't see the drivers until checo is putting his trophy down, they are not clapping then but they might have already stopped. counting it as a negative bc of the hands on the hips / no evidence to support a positive (the rbr mechanic is still clapping at this point)

conclusion: p1 gets some claps?

belgium gp 2023

can't quite see charles when checo initially walks out, but by the time he is in his spot charles is not clapping / is fixing his hat (i sense a theme, charlie)

checo and charles both clap for max walking out

all three clap for the anthem

charles claps for max's trophy lift (checo is shaking hands with the presenter but also does not start clapping for the end of it)

can't see charles for the medal; checo does not appear to clap but is busy leaning in to tease max about something

max claps for the rbr mechanic (can't see charles and checo for the whole time but they weren't at the start/end)

max claps for checo's trophy (can't see charles until very end, movements too ambiguous to guess if he was or not) (rbr mechanic claps too)

max claps for charles' trophy (can't see checo)

conclusion: max emilian is something of a consistent clapper. lestappen consistently clap for one another (not enough data on checo, so they might all three be on par with one another).

mexico gp 2023

charles and lewis do not initially clap for max getting the trophy, but do after the handshakes with the presenter / when he lifts it (no claps for the medal)

charles and max clap for the rbr mechanic lifting the trophy after the handshakes

i can't tell for lewis - f1 rudely cut to toto clapping like a proud dad so didn't see max or charles for the trophy 🤨

max starts clapping for charles before the presenter even hands him the trophy. casual.

we know lewis started clapping fairly quickly too from the side angle video but he wasn't in frame for the f1tv broadcast

conclusion: more or less clapping at least 66% of the time.

for some comparative analysis...

monza gp 2023 (tears in my eyes)

no one claps for the walk outs

checo and carlos both clap for max's trophy lift

no one claps for the medal

can't see the drivers for checo's trophy

max claps for carlos; checo joins in belatedly

(i forgot how awkward it is that carlos had to hype the crowd... at monza)

singapore gp 2023 (i'm suffering for the people)

lewis doesn't clap on lando's walkout

it looks like lando clapped a bit for carlos' walkout

lewis and lando clap for carlos' trophy (lando joins a little late)

lando claps for the medal

lando and lewis clap for fred (carlos is doing something with the trophy it looks like)

lewis claps for lando... carlos doesn't (🤨)

can't see the drivers for lewis' trophy lift but it looks like carlos gave a clap or two at the end

(oh carlos hyped the crowd in singapore too... maybe that's just his thing)

conclusion: sir lewis hamilton is a gentleman. lando is also a consistent clapper. carlos is roughly 50%. not really a super strong correlation between p1 and guaranteed claps.

[luvwich]

For the birds 🐧🕊️

[answering questions here] ty for the ask! 💜

🐧 — "a funny quote"

hmmm the penguin is tough because i'm a real wisecrackin' joker and all, and i end up working humor into my fics a lot, yet none of it reads as like, hilarious. but here's a classic "everyone finds out about the sneaky link at the same time" slapstick moment from Jaded

"What's that about Mike Kowalski?," Vik asked. "Nobody," V said. "Nothing. Hey, Doc." "I know that little punk," Viktor said. "Patched him up a coupla times. He's got that weirdo elbow mod that I can't make heads or tails of." A new message blipped onto V's phone. Misty craned her neck to read it. "Mike says, 'you oughta come over tonight and cover up my face with that tight little pus…'" Misty blushed. "Oh, my." The doctor shot a stern look at V. "You ballin' Tiny Mike now?" At that moment, of course, Jackie walked in. "Eyyy. Sorry I'm late. What's this about Miguelito?" "Nothing," V grimaced. "You ready to roll or what, Jack?"

🕊️ — "a sweet quote"

a lil tooth-ache from Arpeggio

Randy ventured a step closer to the mercenary, wavering, unsure of how to express whatever simmered in him. After a tense moment, he leaned in for a loose hug, awkward yet heartfelt. “Thanks, V,” he said. “You’re really cool. My uncle’s not as dumb as I thought.” She chuckled and clapped a hand across his back gently. “You’re cool too, Randy. And your uncle is simultaneously much smarter and much dumber than whatever you think about him.” V pulled back from the hug with a sigh. “I love him, you know. I kinda love all of you guys.” “We kinda love you, too.” “Let’s see what the big guy’s cooking for breakfast.”

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Some Lil fluff to make amend...

Jake had the nickname of chickie since day one, but when he well-armed to speak he started to turn it into a little inside joke between him and papa. Papà would call him chickie, and Jake no matter how old he was or what he was doing would answer with a very tiny and sweet "quack quack"

Fast forward to the daggers mission, compacflt Chris and ron obviously go pick him and javy up. Ron gives a little whistle, calls him chickie, they don't know he's talking to Jake. Jake smiles, maybe he blushes a little ,damn papa I'm 30-- he can't help himself. Tiny tiny "quack" Before running up to hug the hell out of them

FORGIVEN I LOVE YOU

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Baby Jake took of through the yard. “PAPAAA PAPAA!!” Chris and Tom are curled in deck chairs watching their kid run after Ron. It’s cute, makes both of them hurt with how much they love Ron and Jake.

“What’s the Chick say baby?”

“Quack!”

Ron laughs and scoops Jake up, “well baby not quite. That’s a duck.”

Chris snorts and shrugs when Ron glances at them. “He’s your kid. That’s your nickname. If he quacks that’s on you.”

Tom snorts and shoves his face into Chris’s neck so Jake doesn’t think they’re laughing at him.

“Quack! Quack!”

Chris’s shoulders start shaking at Ron’s pure confusion. “Chickie goes cluck!” Jake babbles for a second before quacking again.

Tom loses it and starts laughing out loud. Jake claps at being able to make him laugh. He’s set on the floor and runs over to them. “Tata! Quack!” Tom glances at Chris who shrugs, “quack?” Jake claps his hands again and points at Chris “dada!” “Quack baby.”

Ron groans from where he’s still standing, “you two are going to confuse him.” Tom and Chris grin at each other, “maybe but it sure is cute right now.”

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They’re all at the hard deck again after another successful dagger mission. Jake saw his dads walk in a few minutes ago but he hasn’t been able to slip away from Mav.

“Chickie!” Jake spins and there’s his pa. He goes a bit pink before responding with a tiny “quack.” He takes off and slams into their arms.

Javy snorts beer from where he was watching. He never realized Jake still does the sound. All of the daggers are watching with glee. They’ve found that watching Jake with his dads is highly entertaining.

Bradley raises his hand and speaks before being called on, “did Jake just quack?” Javy let’s out a full laugh and is pulled into a hug from Chris. “You bet he did. He’s done it since he was a baby.”

“Bradley don’t you fucking start with me.”

Mav and Goose snort from where they’re leaning. “Brad you’re letting us down in the bird department. Jake’s got you beat right now.” Jake grind at Bradley from Tom’s arms. “Loserrrr.”

“Jake I swear.”

Javy claps his hands. “Jake is Chickie. Bradley is Rooster. Enough. Make more bird puns. Go nuts.”

Phoenix very quietly quacks. Jake smacks her across the back of the head. “No.” She yelps and nods laughing. Ron pulls Bob into a quick hug before collecting Chris from Javy.

Jake sits back with Javy and Roo, he winces when Javy slides him paper bar napkin that says “chicken + rooster = <3” he punches Javy in the shoulder before leaning against him again. Jake sure did pick an idiot for a best friend.

[justaduckarts]

For fluff prompt, #13 :]

Star Holder Au or DLNS <3

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa Okay. <3

I decided we're gonna give DLNS a lil lovin' today. As a treat. <3

Heheh Fluff!

When you entered the daycare for your usual shift, you were approximately 34 minutes earlier than usual. Which Sun really didn't mind at all! But he was still in the middle of cleaning. And also Dave was still there.

"Oh, hey! Look who's here," Dave gave a warm wave as he spotted you.

"Hey, Dave," you waved back, dropping your bag by the security desk. You glanced around. "Where's Sunny?"

"Starlight!" Sun came soaring across the daycare on his wire. Oh yeah, he could do that. It had been so long since you'd seen it, it had almost slipped your mind.

"Sunshine!" You brightened, waving a little more energetically than before. Dave gave a knowing smirk before turning back to his cleaning.

"So so so good to see you!" Sun bounced excitedly. He would have scooped you up right then, but he remembered that you didn't like to be affectionate with other people around. That was okay! He could wait.

"How are you today, star? You're so so early!" Sun's rays spun as he grinned down at you.

"Oh, yeah," you laughed, "I had lunch with Avery today, so I was already out of the house and I figured it wouldn't hurt to be a little earlier than usual." You shrugged. Technically, the daycare was still open, but it appeared all the kids were already gone. Not really surprising, since it was a weekday and most kids would have school tomorrow.

"Well! I still have a teeny tiny itsy bitsy bit of cleaning to do," Sun hummed, hands on his hips, "so let me finish up reeeeeeeally fast! And then we can play!" He clapped excitedly.

"Oh, why don't I help you?" You smiled up at Sun, "more hands means it gets done faster, right?"

Sun's head tilted, "oh, that's so so so sweet of you, star! But most of the work I have left to do is, hmm..." He giggled, "well, you might not reach."

A gasp of mock-offense jumped out of you. You pressed a hand to your chest. "Sunshine, are you calling me short?"

"I never said that! I wouldn't say that!" Sun raised his hands in surrender, but you could tell he was amused by the spin of his rays. "But... you are a little... vertically disadvantaged?"

You tried to keep up the act, but 'vertically disadvantaged' broke you. Laughing, you shook your head at him.

"How could you? Just because I'm not crazy tall like you doesn't mean I can't help!" You crossed your arms.

"Ohoho! Alright, alright," Sun chuckled once more. "Let me get some things for you!" And like that, he was skipping off.

Silence. You looked around the daycare and for the first time you were stuck by just how quiet it was.

"Isn't there usually music in here?" You turned to Dave, who wasn't far off.

"Yeah," he nodded, "but I shut it off once the kids were all gone. I don't know how Sun can listen to that same song all day. It drives me nuts."

"Well, since no one's here, couldn't you play some of your own music?" You quirked a brow.

"Ah, you're not a fan of the quiet, are you?" Dave leaned against the security desk.

"Not really," you shrugged.

"Well, if you want, you can hook your phone up and play some music. But I warn you, it has to be kid-friendly. Sun uh, he's given me a stern talking to about my music before." Dave laughed.

Kid friendly. Kid friendly... Surely you must have a playlist of songs that are kid friendly, right? You opened up your music app and scrolled through.

Oh. That one.

Well. It would be better than the near oppressive silence of an empty daycare. And you suspected Sun would enjoy it.

Dave helped you get your phone hooked into the daycare's sound system. A moment later, Simba was cheerily singing about his dreams of being king of the pride someday.

"Disney?" Dave grinned at you.

"It's kid friendly," you shrugged, "and it's not just Disney! There's some stuff from other cartoon channels."

Dave was about to pick on you some more when Sun returned. He had with him a rolling cart, which had cleaning supplies neatly lined up on the top. And on the lower shelf? A step stool. Oh, that cheeky animatronic.

"Done! So so so sorry for the wait! I had to look for- giggle- something to help with your... vertical disadvantage." He was teasing you now.

"Thanks!" You took the cart, "where am I heading, Sunshine?"

"The naptime nook!" Sun gave you a cheerful salute, "we thank you for your service!"

"You got it, captain," you gave him a salute of your own before strolling away. Sun watched you go a moment before turning to Dave.

"Mr. Dave! Why don't you go home a little early today?" Sun put his hands on his hips.

"What, and miss out on you tripping over yourself in front of your 'vertically disadvantaged' crush?" Dave crossed his arms, grinning up at Sun. Sun groaned.

"Don't you want to go home?" Sun swayed, "or. Perhaps. Anywhere else?" His long fingers drummed on the desk.

"Relax, I'm only teasing," Dave raised his hands in surrender, "have a goodnight, Sun. See ya in the morning."

"Bye-bye, Mr. Dave! See you soon!" Sun waved energetically, watching Dave exit the daycare. As he was turning to get back to cleaning and probably tease you a little more, he finally stopped to listen to the music playing in the daycare.

You can find happiness right where you are!

Oh! What a sweet sentiment. Since the music hadn't stopped when Dave left, Sun guessed this must be your doing.

Humming, you looking over the naptime nook. It... looked spotless. What exactly was Sun hoping for you to do here? You looked over the cart and spotted it; a neatly folded note. Ah, he knew you'd have no idea what to do.

Sun's familiar, swirly handwriting greeting you.

Star!

I thought you might not know what to do, so I made you a short list! Thank you so much for your help!

Well, that was thoughtful of him. You read through the list a few times. Mostly you just needed to sanitize. So what was the step stool even for? Or did he bring it along just to tease you?

While you were working away at your cleaning, you listened to the peppy Disney music carrying over the daycare.

You'd yet to see Sun, but you figured he must be busy up on his wire. Doing... whatever her was up to. What kind of cleaning was he doing that he needed to be up there anyway?

A few minutes went by. You got kind of lost in what you were doing, spinning around and bopping to the tune of I'll Make a Man Out of You as you wiped down surfaces and tossed old blankets and stuffed animals into a laundry bag.

So lost in your groove, you didn't even notice the animatronic dangling above you.

Until he could no longer contain his giggling.

Stopping, you looked up at him.

"Well, hello there," you laughed. He grinned down at you, chin in his hand.

"I've never seen someone have so much fun cleaning!" He laughed.

"They're doing it wrong," you shrugged, "have you, uh. Have you been there a while?" You weren't really worried about looking silly in front of Sun. But the adoring look he gave you made it hard not to feel flustered.

"Not too long," Sun laughed again, "just thought I'd drop in!" He touched down, unhooking from his wire.

You laughed, putting your hands on your hips. "Is that so?"

He grinned, hands on his hips. "It sure is! You know, I'm a pretty good dancer myself!" He bounced in place.

Just before you could teasingly ask if he was sure, a new song came on.

Gentle humming and dreamy string instruments filled the daycare.

So this is love? So this is love...

Furious blush spread across your face. You'd completely forgotten this song was on this list. Sun seemed to pick up on the change in mood. He fidgeted, fans whirring softly.

Well.

Rubbing the back of your neck, you looked off to the side.

“This is where I'd sweep you off your feet, but I forgot how to dance.”

It was kind of cheesy, but it seemed to spark something. Sun fanned at his face, rays spinning faster.

His first attempt to speak only resulted in him stumbling over a burst of flustered giggles. Finally, though, he managed to respond.

"Well! You're in luck! I happen to be a very good dancer," he extended a hand, smile turning sheepish, "if... you want me to help you remember?"

How could you say no to that?

Slipping your hand into his, you nodded. "I'd like that."

"Goodie," Sun bounced, "I hope you're ready, because I'm going to sweep you off your feet!"

Before you could ask just what he meant, he was pulling you up into his arms. And then his feet were leaving the ground.

"Whoa! Oh my gosh," you clung to Sun a moment, watching the ground get further away.

"Don't worry," he said gently. You looked up at him. He was giving you that adoring smile again.

"We'd never drop you," he hummed, hand finding yours. His other hand settled on the small of your back, keeping you securely against him. Way up in the air.

If you thought you were blushing before, that was nothing.

The soft, dreamy love song had long ended. But fate seemed to have aligned, because the next song was just as soft and sweet. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but think you didn't remember adding this particular song to this playlist. But that wasn't important right now.

What was important was the gentle swaying and turning that your beloved solar animatronic was leading you through as the melody carried on.

"You were right," you said quietly, "you're a great dancer."

"Thank you! We've been practicing!" Sun squeezed you gently, "starlight..."

"Sunshine?" You looked up at him. His rays spun a little faster. Suddenly, he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Could we..." Sun leaned a little closer. "Could we kiss you?"

Suddenly your stomach was feeling lighter.

"Oh- That- Uh- You scrambled to put together words. Taking a breath, you smiled up at him. "Mhm." You nodded. Sun let go of your hand to cup your cheek.

You thought you might melt. One gleaming gold eye and one brilliant blue held yours in their gaze as he closed the distance. Slow, in case you wanted to change your mind.

Finally. Finally your lips met his. You wrapped your arms tighter around him.

His hand gingerly rubbed your back.

When the two of you parted, his feet were on the ground again. He grinned, spinning with you still in his arms. His rays spun so fast you thought they might actually break.

Once he'd managed to tame some of his excitement, he looked down at you with wide eyes.

"Could we do it again?"

Okay, maybe you really would melt.

[izzy-b-hands]

Inspired by the 'Izzy would answer a fake phone if a lil kid handed him one' post.

Doug and Mary have a new kiddo, and after a couple of years the crew is finally able to make it to meet her and see everyone else.

Said two year old is the house welcoming committee, and that means everyone on the crew, including Izzy.

---

Mary and Doug's first together, Wren, was a picture of her mother, but as sociable as Doug. She had spent the first hour of their visit taking time to walk up to everyone, insist they shake her tiny hand, then showing them random things about the house and yard.

But not him, yet.

Izzy didn't mind. He'd helped with younger siblings and knew he probably didn't seem the most friendly to a two year old. Besides, the visit was more for everyone else. He was with because... well, where else would he go? They'd asked him to stay on as quartermaster/first mate, and he'd agreed. It didn't bother him that no one talked to him much aside from stuff they wanted relayed to Ed and Stede, and that even Ed and Stede ignored-

"Hi."

Wren sat beside him on the grass of the yard, arranging her skirt just so, as she'd no doubt watched Mary do before.

"Hello. Can I help you?"

Wren fussed with the large pocket near her waist, clearly sewn on after the original design was done. The slightly crooked stitches suggested Alma had used her sister's pocket as sewing practice.

Finally, she yanked out a crumpled paper and handed it to him. "Read it."

Unfortunately, it was unreadable. Wren had definitely written something on the page, by her scrawls and dots of ink. But it wasn't legible to an adult.

"Is this a letter from Uncle Stede?" Izzy asked instead. "Did he write to tell you about being a pirate?"

Wren's eyes lit up. "Yes, about...big fish!"

Izzy pretended to read the page. "I see that! And Mr. Buttons caught it?"

She giggled and clapped and leaned against him. "Eat fish!"

"We did, because you can't let food go to waste out on a ship," Izzy agreed. "What else did Uncle Stede write about? This bit is about you!"

"Me?!" she slapped her hand against herself in utter shock, and Izzy fought off a giggle.

"Yes, he says here that he's heard so much good about you. That you're good to your mum and dad, play nicely with your sister and brother-"

"Alma," Wren noted. "She so old."

"Your sister isn't old! If your sister is old, then how old must I be?"

She leaned back, studied him carefully, her little brow deeply furrowed. "Seven."

"Seven years old? I don't think I'd mind being seven again," Izzy mused. "But then how old is Alma?"

"Eight?"

He chuckled at that. "Okay. Shall I give you this back?"

He held out the page, but Wren didn't take it.

Instead, she stood up and then promptly sat back down in his lap. "Read it! Please."

"Alright," Izzy said. "Looks like Uncle Stede also wrote about Roach, and an orange cake he made. You remember meeting Roach today?"

She smiled and nodded. Roach had made plenty of treats to bring ashore, and as such had been perhaps the fastest to befriend the kids as a result. Not that Izzy could blame them, Roach had a talent for baked goods and sweets.

"But it used up all the oranges, and that's bad on a ship," Izzy continued. "We eat those to keep from getting sick. Do you know what scurvy is?"

"Oranges icky."

"Well, you'll want to reconsider that or you might learn what scurvy is by experience," Izzy said. "Point is, that meant Uncle Stede and Uncle Ed had to go find more. How do you think they did?"

Wren tapped the paper, as if to encourage him to read on.

--

"Oh," Mary laughed. "Stede, Ed, here."

She was sat on one of the wooden benches Doug had installed in the yard, and motioned them over to it. "Shh, and listen!"

They were just close enough to make out Izzy, with Wren on his lap, telling a wildly embellished version of their quest for more oranges to save the Swede.

"I don't recall you fighting a snake as big as you that day," Stede snorted.

"Well, I don't remember you slaying a giant moth," Ed giggled. "Though you were the one who told Izzy about our treasure hunt."

"And you helped!"

"I think Izzy is doing the embellishing himself because he likes you both, not because he thinks you two forgot to give him those details," Mary whispered with a grin. "Does he have kids? He's so good with her! She hates story time usually, wants to be up and running around, but now look at her!"

Wren had cuddled more into Izzy, not even noticing when he gently folded and tucked the crumpled page back into her pocket. The rest of the 'letter' was simply pulled from the air.

"Lucius saved us both when we picked up the burning map and got set on fire?!" Ed, still listening intently to Izzy, scoffed. "We wouldn't do that!"

"No!" Stede agreed with a frown. "We wouldn't! Izzy!"

Mary shook her head, though not at Izzy. "I'm going to go see if I can help with dinner. You two and the crew mind keeping an eye on Doug and the kids?"

"Surely Doug is here to keep an eye on all of us," Stede said.

Across the yard, Doug stood with Wee John and The Swede, examining a stick of dynamite.

"Or both," Ed suggested, eyes wide at the dynamite now being tossed from person to person in a game of keep away. "We could all keep an eye on one another."

Mary nodded. "Please don't let him blow himself up."

"Of course," Stede said.

But his gaze had turned back to Izzy and Wren, still audible over the breeze.

--

"And that beautiful blue water goes on forever," Izzy continued. "All different shades of it, depending on where you are. Because Uncle Stede and everyone found more oranges, The Swede lived to see the ocean again. Then, he came here to see you all!"

Wren giggled. "More!"

"More! How long was this letter? How many pages? Three, ten?"

"Ten!"

Ten. He would have to start editing and retelling stories from before they'd met Stede. Hopefully she wouldn't notice or care. Or might just fall asleep, any of those options were good.

"Uncle Ed's hair pretty," Wren noted.

"His hair is pretty. Would you like to hear how he used to make me braid it for him?"

"Yeah!"

Izzy smiled at that, and wondered if Stede did the same for Ed now at night. He hoped so.

"Well, part of it was I knew how to do different braids, thanks to my little sister..."

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

THE L GOT YASSIFIED N GHANDI IS AT 14TH ST UNION SQUARE!!!!!!?!??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the L stawped being a cunt on the weekendz w it’s fuckin delays n got individual seats that don’t clap back when u sit down ! Altho i am a “clap back “ advocate (Let ur cheekz Speak if they must ) i do wonder why

why is it always so awkward to hit on someone on public transit ?

we sit across each other staring each other down n i wish u were clumsy enough.

to leave a bag or your phone or wallet on the seat so i could say something to you but nothing is scripted here on this island of a city. there are only real moments. and this includes the pain in the people watching cuz sometimes we just end up watching them live their lives so much so in admiration we watch them leave.

I wrote dat ab some rly long white person with a maroon jumpsuit. N i don’t hav the energy to post a misc connection on Queer craigslist /LEX soooooo. Whut eve.

Dis week i hav been severely depressed n isolative besides for the day that the pilgrims decided to say it wuz the day that wuz gonna b ab slaying n giving . i ate sum dead bird n made sure even their bone marrow life mattered n cartilage cuz post veganism n peta rites advocate type beat a life is a mf life . Hoe .

Mi boss at union square Market s@id she saw her nekked neighbur whilst walkin around the duck truck. whut wuld u do if ur nekkid neighbor came to ur place of werk n every1 sais he is a rly nice person but he had a big SSHLONG. Now i kno whut ima wish 4 on my wishlist. No this isn’t 4 other bitchez . Nor is it for sshlong reveal. I wish some1 wuld notice meh as the nekkid neighbur at the union Square holidey market.

I whuhz almost in luv w a gurl who luved big patty wattyz n raised awareness for autism via tiK tok last yr n also i hate lex now!!!!!!!!!!! 2 many ppl wanting to give out their used sheets n Service tops who dont wanna Host . But i do thoroughly enjoy when Ppl wanna give their free concert tickets out . So lex gonna b the new ticketmaster to me but anarchist - community fridge version Without the food . Smfh . Y it gotta take watching perks of being a wallflower to realize we regret picking the boy w the eyebrow piercing when we culdve picked the 1 who got hit by a car butt still ended up pullin up to bossa limpin .

Im in luv with club E n gave them my tiara cuz they r a tucking princess and cuz their music reminds meh of myspace era sheit. Also they name is ren like me TWOOOOOO. twinnem:-] <3

As car seat headrest sayz in its only seggs i think bc of his demisexual cusp of asexual self .

“

OK, so I've been reading all the sex blogs

And they all talk about how OK it is to be gay

And straight and bisexual and asexual

And have sex however you like

But I don't care about hundreds of hypothetical people

And their hypothetical sex deals

I care about me, and my sex deal!

What about my problems?

Baby, my body

Constantly betrays me

I try to betray it

I only hurt myself

Yeah, yeah

I can't tell you if I like it, I like it

What happens if I don't like it? I like it

I can't tell you if I like it, I like it

What happens if I don't like it? It's only-

It's only sex

It's only

It's only sex

C'mon, sexual desire, speak! “

My brain is too fried from vyvanze dependence to decipher n explain it all right meow . I jus kno i luv those lyrics n i luv when post club - post party we all come back to mi lil floor mattress in mi tiny room n we kuddle puddle!!!!!!

Saw a Zyn nicotine ad omw to my lobotomy apt at callen lourde this mornin n i miss the dude who gav tht to meh while me werkin this japanese restaurant once n holy sheit i wuz shaking n shitting n crying my entire shift . I miss werking there cuz i made $400 a shift n lowkey I could get any vacation hours i wanted. Now im like a finance bro who goes to reggae bars in the city N gets pussy on hinge . v_v RIP!!!!!

i havnt been to saint vitus penus yet but thts Ok cuz i heard someone saw pee pee juice n eyeball juice on the bathroom mirror once n ill just stick to duffz if i wanna find a punk goth giorl to destroy my Third hole . Im crying a lot these days super fragile as well as today being a significant date for me N i missh ketamine so damn much butt i refuse to sniff anymore cuz i nvr kno how to dose w the diff german strainz n i always get sickie or khole n see myself on a train n being someone’s mutha . Weird!!!!!!!!!!’

Idek if i givin up on life or life givin up on meh but im just mf done . N i kno dis cuz im in my candle era yall . Where i lie n say i’m “running errands “ but sniffin diff candles at target n burglington ALONE . all dis for some mf seratonin biotch ????!!!????? Alsoo last randomo thot but i luv one of my good friendz from nyu n they were ganged up on bc of some DUMB RUMORS n i gots to say i kant stand a fucking bully or ppl who kant extend grace to others cuz it just feels v cliquey n stupid . Lik if we rly gonna believ rumors n gossip n not see someone’s character or try to understand i don’t see how ppl can b ok wit the ppl they hav to be with when they r alone with themselvez at nite . We r constantly evolving and it’s wrong to hold things against people esp in this age and this goes for me as well. I hope to receive the grace and love and empathy that I extend .

Soooooo many more fuckin thots n ramblingz like how i wish there was a poll i could start somewhere outside of instagram ab who wuld fuck G Eazy post halsey (Cmon , “tumblr girls”was an AMAZING song!!!!!!) N how much i luv egg by the garden but. Til nxt wk Babez.

Xx , ketaminechic NOT CHICK who doesn’t do ketamine anymore but kant put the energy into changing it then changing it on all platforms cuz omfGGGGGGGggg who cares that deeply ab this social media Bullsheit anywayzzz , Renny baby <3 :-] visit me at union square market Booth c20til Xmas eve !!!

[babybearcookie]

Stray Kids Age Regression/Caregiver HC

this was requested

this is an age regression headcanon; if you don't like that, don't read it. age regression is a sfw coping mechanism, so i will be blocking anyone who might sexualize it

Chan

as a caregiver

first of all,,

chan is probably one of the most patient caregivers you'd ever have

if not THE MOST patient

he never wants to hurry you or push you further than what you need and are comfortable with

he'll help you of course

but with things like figuring out your emotions

or maybe smaller things like wanting to pick a snack to have

or building or colouring something

those things he'd never hurry along

time is precious in his eyes, and so is giving you space to figure things out on your own

and THEN if you ask for help, he'll come and help

or if you're in a situation that he can feel you wanting to step away from

then he's there too, showing that you can always rely on him when you want to

he's also the type take pics of you on his phone every time you do something cute

you're playing with a kitchen set he bought you?

*click*

you're into something playing on the tv?

*click*

you're pouting while sleeping?

*click*

and if you're okay with it, he'll want to show his friends the pictures

boasting about "look how cute my baby is"

the two of you also take walks in the park

he loves the times where you'd find a little bug or creature or just nature that you're intrigued by

he'll sit down on the ground, pull you into his lap and tell you about the thing, rly dad-like

maybe even pick it up if you're hesitant to, showing you that there's nothing to be scared of

when regressed

when regressed, chan has a lot of trouble articulating

which is why his words comes out slurred when he's speaking

he'll most likely mix english words into his korean sentences

unless he can talk only in english

and then there might be korean words mixed into his sentences there as well

he's most likely to regress when he's sleepy, head already fuzzy

he's mostly pretty quiet when he's small

unless he has a lot of energy heheh

he likes sitting back and look at people being silly

always with a biiiig smile and clapping while laughing

but even though he's a calm soul, he loveslovesloves play fighting!!!

when he has to climb over someone to get something or try to grab it from their hand as they're keeping it from him

idk,, he loves doing that, he finds it so much fun!!

if it goes on for long enough and he starts to get frustrated he might,,,

stomp his tiny foot and cross his arms, exaggerated pout on his lips :(((

he also just likes playing pretend

sometimes he's someone from a movie (most likely a superhero)

but sometimes he'll just be anything that he can think of

a dog, a bull, maybe even a dragon

he's been a bull a few times, loving the reactions he gets when he runs head-first into someone's legs hehh

also,, if he's going somewhere with someone

holding hands is a requirement!!

he will not go if one of his hands aren't being held

if you want a happy cutie chan, feed him

he'll most likely show you his adorable lil happy dance

wiggling his body

beware though, because he has a habit of playing with his food

so,, either contain him to an area where he can't do much damage or,,, be ready to clean up after him

Minho

as a caregiver

i already wrote how i think he'd be like as a cg here

but i'll expand a bit more on some ideas ^^

being homeschooled by cg minho>>>>>>

tiny words of encouragement

you're working on a korean language book for kids

tracing over the characters in the book

spelling out some animals and simple words

like 안녕하세요 and 감사합니다

he sits behind you and runs his hand over your hair while he watches as you fill out the pages

so! much!! praise!!!

he'd probably smile and fluff your hair when you look to him to see if an answer you wrote down was correct

maybe even kiss your temple when you are working

just because you look SO CUTE while being concentrated

after you're finished and he has checked your worksheet for mistakes he says that it's time to go to the playground

as soon as he says the word 'playground' you're up and running after your jacket and shoes

you're always so excited to go to the playground

there's mostly empty when you go

minho somehow always knowing when there'll be no kids

so you get to go on the swings and the slide without having to wait, and there's no parents looking at you weird

you even get to play in the sandbox with minho :D

when regressed

he absolutely LOVES being called baby

his favourite thing to be called ever!!

better if it's in korean

"minho aegi~~"

gone is minho, melted away

right under 'being called baby' on his list of what he loves most in the world is being cuddled

every chance he gets, he WILL cuddle someone

he will pull you to him and lock around you, koala style

he loooves when he's the one being the little spoon

held so dearly

warmth all around him

then he really feels cared for

like nothing in this world can hurt him

small and soft and just tiny

he comes with small sound effects

barely audible but they're there

he mostly doesn't mean to let out the small sounds, it's just something he does when he's doing something while small

loves when you play with his hair,,

like make tiny ponytails or pigtails

he looks adorable and he knows it!!

will poke you at random

he just loves the weird look he gets when he pokes you and doesn't say anything

will be like :o or laugh at most things

very curious baby

will giggle randomly after saying something

you have no idea why he does this, but it's pretty cute hearing it

Changbin

as a caregiver

i think he's not very outspoken about the care he shows as a caregiver

he'd rather be silent about any good deeds

like he'd do something for you without you realizing it and he'll just sit back and watch everything go smoothly with a smile

but with other caregivers he might share his concerns

he always thinks he can be a better caregiver, even if he's trying his best

he'd be the type to carry you in from the car if you've fallen asleep instead of waking you up

that's the best way to describe it

suddenly you wake up in your bed, last thing you remember is sitting in the car with binnie

and he won't acknowledge it if you don't do it first

he'd gladly lend his body to you if it makes you comfortable

you need a lap to sleep in? he's sitting down for you to use his immediately

you feel a bit cold? he's hugging you tight from behind to share his body heat

you're in need of something to hug? well, his arm is free and there for you to use for all your hugging needs

the second you're left alone for some reason, he'd have an itch to constantly check up on you to make sure you're alright

other caregivers might look at him and think that he's a bad caregiver because he doesn't coddle you and interact with you all the time

but the more they see him in action, the more they see that he always puts his baby's needs first, before anything else

he'd let you use his body as a tree to climb if you got too much energy

he'd also never get mad at you

if he can feel himself get irritated, he takes a breather bc he knows he can look really scary when he's mad and he never wants you to be scared, especially when you're regressed

when regressed

okay but little binnie is a jokester

he likes pulling his hyungs or caregiver(s) along with his little shenanigans without telling them anything

he's also LOUD

like very very loud

and hyper, but mostly loud

like, you'll never doubt that he's feeling small, just bc of the sheer volume this boy has

he likes hugs and skinship but gets easily flustered when that happens in front of other people he may consider his friends in headspace or people he looks up to

but he's also a little silly about it

like, as soon as someone cuddles him in any way, he'd run off, acting like it's the most outrageous thing ever

but when he turns around and sees he isn't being followed with the "threat" of more cuddles, he seeks the person who tried to cuddle him again, looking for more, secretly loving the closeness

but if he's sad or hurt you better give him hugs and cuddles STAT

he needs the tight hugs and the patting on his back with small shushes, or else he will NEVER feel good again (that's how he feels anyway)

his voice is DEFINITELY lighter when he feels small

like, he sounds so cute, no matter if he baby talks or not, just bc his voice is so light and he giggles loads :(((

he's also talking about himself in third person a lot

"can binnie have-" "changbinnie baby"

also, cute noises galore

those cute noises are mostly "da"

and he'll say them randomly and sometimes when he doesn't wanna say actual words

then it's his caregiver(s)' job to find out what the meaning behind "da!" is this time

and he's a v v scared baby, so remember to choose cartoons and movies and such carefully bc you might end up with a crying binnie or a binnie with nightmares

also, please give this boy a fidget toy

Hyunjin

as a caregiver

hyunjin,,, he's the type to baby you so much that you become very much dependent on him

changbin was the type to only fix problems when they presented themselves too much of a challenge for you?

well, hyunjin is the complete opposite

how dare there be anything in your way?

he'll fix all of your problems and then coo at you like you'd just experienced something bad

hyunjin with 1000% babytalk to you

i don't care that you may not regress young, he will babytalk you regardless

like,, the cringe way that you see those overly attached parents do to their spawn

he's also the type to have his entire focus on you

the building he's in could be burning and he wouldn't care bc you're there

...that's an exaggeration bc he'd save you from said burning building

bottom line is that he's not ever taking his eyes off you by his own free will

and if he can get away with it, he's definitely carrying you everywhere

he's also the first/only one i see being cool with being a caregiver for multiple littles

and he'll still try to give each one the same amount of attention, but he figures out at some point that it's just not possible

he'll still try though

he's the type to yell

but in fake/silly anger

"Yah!! why is my baby so adorable when asking for ice cream for dinner?! how can i say no to that when they're so cute??!! aaaahhh!!!"

he just loves his baby a lot (maybe too much) and he's not afraid to show and/or yell it to the world

when regressed

i don't know what it is about small hyunjin or why he's like this, but a big thing for him when he's little is saying small things in english

maybe it's the praise that goes along with it when he does it

maybe it's bc it's a language he's not the best at, so he feels smaller

but sometimes he'd just say some small english sentence, looking around at the people around him when he's done

he loves oversized clothing when he's small

he wants to be able to pitch his sweatshirts like a tent, that's how big he wants them

sometimes he wants them so much that if there aren't any oversized clothes for him to wear, he threatens you with not wearing clothes at all until he gets to wear a huge hoodie or something like that

he's a brat and loves teasing people but as soon as there's a chance of there being some sort of consequence for his actions, he's apologizing profusely and backtracking

either that or he's doubling down

it can be either in any given situation, you can never predict how he'll react

he's cute and he knows it, but if anybody else calls him cute he finds somewhere to hide

mostly under blankets but sometimes you'll also find him under the couch

completely flustered

he's almost always giggling

hiiiiigh giggles

cute n light

and he keeps jumping around, like a little bunny, mostly when he doesn't know what to do with himself

i feel like someone who'd be well equipped to handle him when he's small, would be minho

whether he's hyunjin's caregiver or just an uncle type, he's the one who can read hyunjin the best and deals with his antics effortlessly

Jisung

as a caregiver

physically reassuring !!!!!!

as a caregiver, he loves making sure his baby is okay by holding their hand,, placing a hand on their shoulder or back, or maybe even just hugging them

it's all to get their attention and feel him there

he does so much for his baby's sake, even if he doesn't really care for it

like, if you like a particular tv show but he doesn't, he'll go out of his way to watch it with you, just because he knows you enjoy it

he's also really good at giving praise

if he wants you to know that you did something that made him happy he'll say that ofc, but also the small things, like putting one of your toys away

"good job, baby!"

but if he's praised as a caregiver, make sure to keep an eye out for red ears, bc he's so easily flustered when the praise is for him

he may act like he's receiving it well and he's most likely like "of course, i'm the greatest caregiver of all time!" but his ears don't lie

he's silly but not in a very obvious way when he's in caregiver mode

he likes to make little jokes, inside jokes mainly, things he knows will get a laugh, to get his baby to giggle a bit and then he goes back for more cuddles

he tries to be so brave for his baby when it comes to animals, but when you're not looking, he lets out his scared expressions

he complains a bit if his baby wants to look at or touch creepy crawlers, but he will never limit your curiosity

he will usually just keep a good distance, himself

he may forget the small details sometimes

like, if you don't like peas or if you prefer your drink a special way

but he always knows things like how to make you happy, how to comfort you when you're sad

and when you know stuff like that, the little things don't matter all that much

when regressed

clumsy clumsy baby

like, if you go out with him, parks are probably the best bc then he has something soft to fall on when he stumbles

flappy hands when he's excited

now, because of his social anxiety, jisung needs extra special care when he's regressed

he needs personal grounding methods, an emergency plan for panic attacks and a list of comfort items

he also does better if he has one primary caregiver

then he knows who to go to and they'd know how to handle bad moments

a grounding method of his is probably the 54321 method

yk, list 5 things you can see around you, 4 things you can touch around you, 3 things you hear, 2 things you can smell and 1 thing you can taste

though, he does need to be guided through that, which is why a caregiver for him is a little essential

at least a babysitter

his caregiver/babysitter also has to make sure he has mobile games available or a hand console for video games

while he may not regress very young, he still needs a lot of care, equivalent to the care someone regressed younger would need

i imagine him being non-verbal if he's not somewhere he's comfortable and with people he trusts completely

so, a lot of tugging on clothes when he needs attention or tapping his cg's shoulder

very very easy to tears

bc when he's regressed, he doesn't hold anything back

it's his safe space to do so

also, pls pls pls bring his stuffie wherever you go

one he can hug when he's overwhelmed or feeling the need to self-soothe

overall happy baby unless he's in an uncomfortable environment with people he doesn't know

Felix

as a caregiver

felix is such a sensitive person

like, we all know he's a big sunshine but he's also blames himself a lot and feels guilty easily

so, he might need to be reassured a lot that he's doing a good job

otherwise he might start thinking that he's a bad caregiver and isolate himself

he'd have some idea of what to do when caring for someone younger, as he does have a little sister, but he's also the middle child, so he would probably need a bit of help

i'm thinking that, yes, he'd take care of things like making you snacks, helping you with clothes, and all the other essential things, but as more of an older brother type of caregiver than as a parental figure

his go-to thing to do with you is cuddle

cuddle while watching tv, cuddle while reading books, cuddle while getting you to sleep/waking you up, it's just his favourite way to do anything

he's also rly possessive over you, so it just works out rly well if you're constantly in his arms

if his members were to talk to you when you're regressed or baby you, even if you weren't regressed, he'd quickly bring is arms around you, pouting that you're his

one of his other fave things to do with you is 'beauty salon'

you get all kinds of creative freedom with putting nail polish and makeup on him

when you're done, sitting in anticipation, waiting for him to pick up the mirror and tell you what he thinks, he always makes sure to be 'pleasantly surprised'

he knows, of course, that it wouldn't be anywhere near the professional looks he gets in comebacks and such, but he always loves what you do

(and even if it looks absolutely terrible, he always finds at least one thing to praise)

when regressed

so, have we all seen him patting himself to self-soothe? bc i have

anxious little bean

he just wants to be comforted more than anything

he will cling onto his caregiver at any given chance, but sometimes doubt gets the best of him and he thinks that people around him hate that he's this clingy

and then he tries his best to self-soothe with touch he remembers being comforting

like wrapping his arms around himself

or, in situations where he's trying to be lowkey or feels a bit worse about himself, he pats or strokes his hair

be on the lookout for these !!!!!! bc that means that he needs a prescription of ALL THE HUGS!!!!

cuddle piles are the best

he might also try to lighten his voice bc it doesn't sound right in his ears to have such a deep voice when being 4 or so years old

just making sure that he knows he doesn't have to do it and that's he's a tiny kid regardless should do the trick

oh yeah, and remember those animal onesies that were rly popular some years ago? the rly soft and snuggly ones? (ahem i have 3 ahem)

he will practically live in one if he had the chance

even better if the one he got is of a kangaroo

bc he miss home and then he got extra pockets heheh

he's the kind to silently tuck himself into his caregiver's side

like, under the cg's arm and head tucked into a crevice, most likely the chest or neck

and, for some reason, that mostly happens in the kitchen, when the cg is cooking something

speaking of kitchen!! he loooves baking cake with his cg

it's a time where he can have a dance party while baking and maybe even have a flour fight and then end up with delicious baked goodness

and if his cg tells him he can't have cake as a snack all the time, that's okay!!

he likes fruit too when he's regressed, so give him the job of rinsing the fruit while an 'adult' cuts it, and he'll be very content with that

also, be patient with him when he's just woken up bc he's pretty dazed

Seungmin

as a caregiver

very very soft-spoken

could look like he's just a pushover bc he lets his baby get away with a lot of things

but he does have a limit

people just aren't quick to notice bc he's very soft about it

when he says "no more" he says it quietly

he doesn't need it to be broadcasted to anybody who isn't the one he's saying it to

and that's partly why his baby listens to him so well

he doesn't make a big scene about when his boundaries have been met, nor does he put you on the spot

he handles things privately and quietly

doesn't mean he isn't filled with sass that is ready to be unleashed at any moment

i don't think he'd sass his baby too much, but he'd sass his members a bit extra when you're around bc you always giggle and clap your hands at it

and maybe once in a while you'd also sass his members

the reaction from him is a bit of pride but most of all he thinks it's funny, when you haven't crossed a line

the other members can't believe how much his sassy nature has rubbed off on you though

the look at you and him in shock, mouths wide open while seungmin just smiles and shrugs

always has his camera ready for shooting some pictures of his baby

probably has a whole photo album just of his baby when they're regressed

his favourite thing is to take you to the aquarium or to the zoo

just somewhere you don't normally go

and then he gets to take pics of you being fascinated by all the things around you

when regressed

i feel like seungmin is the most independent when regressed

most times he's just in his own little world

he doesn't need a whole lot

of course, it'd be nice to not have to do things like cook for yourself, but when snacks exist and when you can buy entire meals, finished

he's old enough to work a microwave when he's regressed

so really, he doesn't need a cg

wouldn't complain if one fell into his lap though

that doesn't mean he doesn't thoroughly enjoy it when there are people around him

he loves being a little menace to his hyungs

so so so giggly!!

like, he giggles almost all the time when he's small

when he's watching tv, when he's eating, when he's running around, etc.

he doesn't treat stuffed animals all that nicely...

maybe it's because he's a little older than most of the group when they're regressed

he might, once in a while, like to cuddle with a soft stuffed animal when he's going to sleep but other than that, nah

he just pokes them in their eyes, pulls on their ears, just doing something that would make other littles gasp in horror

he's the only one where i'm pretty certain he also pet regresses

or at least likes to pretend that he's a puppy when he's regressed, i don't know but he's a tiny puppy sometimes

which means being even rougher with the stuffed animals, because if he can fit even an arm or ear of the plushie into his mouth, it's getting chewed on and roughed up

you know the way that dogs swing a toy around when they're playing?

yeah....

Jeongin

as a caregiver

if you don't care about if your stuff gets dropped or maybe ruined, go ahead and give them to jeongin

but um,, don't give him stuff that breaks easily

he's broken a few of his baby's figurines and it's rly a wonder that it happens sometimes

there's a shortage of bowls that aren't made out of plastic

so, he may be the caregiver, but you really look out for each other, since he needs a hand too

he loves singing songs to have his baby dance to them

(it's mostly gonna be trot songs, and if you complain enough; trot versions of skz's songs)

as he's not in a position to take care of anybody usually, yk with being the youngest in the group, he's not too sure in a caregiving role

he'd probably be more at ease being called a baby sitter, instead of a caregiver, as he usually just feels like he's making sure no fatal accidents happen on his watch

and that the house is relatively clean in the process

you'd think he may not be one for a lot of hugs and cuddles, but i'd say almost the opposite

idk, there's just something about being the one to take care of another person instead of being the youngest that makes him wanna cuddle his baby

not a lot but enough

like, for movies or when you ask for cuddles on nights you can't sleep

and ofc he'll hug you if you asked for it (of if you're too adorable for him to stop himself but shhh)

i think one part of being a caregiver that he rly excels at is brushing teeth

he'll be so careful when brushing his baby's teeth

he knows how to angle the toothbrush to get all the crevices from years of figuring out how to effectively brush his teeth with braces

and he knows how it can hurt if people are not careful when dealing with teeth and gums so he's super gentle

when regressed

now, not to be harsh

but he's a little shit

and he knows he's safe when he's regressed bc no one would dare hurt him when he's small

so he won't even get the usual shoulder punch he'd get when he isn't regressed

and he's about to make that fact everyone's problem

and when he knows he's on the verge of a punishment, he runs to hyunjin to save him

and he does. every. single. time

baby jeongin eats a lot and he does it quickly

you've made him a snack and turn around for a second to get some for yourself?

he's already finished and asking for more

you fear that one day he'll get an upset stomach bc of the speed of which he's eating but that day never comes

fortunately for you

if you want a little baby innie who's just cute and sweet and adorable, then you have to be there when he's just woken up

he's just soft and fuzzy there, just a tiny baby

when it's time for bed, he's also a bit quieter and lowkey

you tend to be that way after a whole day of annoying everyone around you

it's draining

but it's one of his cg's favourite time of the day

he's still a silly little boy, but he's more prone to doing what's asked of him

like, he'll be all silly, making jokes and talking back but when you ask him to raise his arms to get him in pajamas, he'll do it

the same with going to sleep

he's not a difficult one to get to go to sleep

he just needs a night light and sweet words beforehand and then he's good to go to dreamland

A/N: this took me sooo long to finish, i'm so so sorry for the wait. i love doing headcanons bc i put a lot of thought and research into it, but it's also a lot of work, especially when it's an entire group and for both the caregiving and age regressing side PHEW i hope you enjoy it though!!

also, pls don't come for me, these were just some small thoughts on how i think they might be. i'd say i don't know them well enough to come to these conclusions easily, so yeah

feedback would be awesome if you could spare a second <3

[justyoursimpleflower]

Gorgeous

Pairing- James Potter x werewolf!Lupin!female!reader. (That's a mouthful)

Summary:- reader has a tiny bit of crush on school's golden boy and she finds him very gorgeous but she can't say anything to his face.

Word count:- 4.3k (damn)

Warning:- mentions of scars, alcohol, insecurities. (I think this is but inform me if any other) also lets pretend James has ocean blue eyes.

A/N:- so here it is the one shot promised based on the song Gorgeous, I wanted to make something silly kind of but it turned out different than that but alright. It is based on the song called gorgeous by Taylor Swift but I changed something. If you find any errors please inform me. Enjoy read! And thanks to @ultarviolence for actually suggesting to with whom the oneshot be. Credits for the pictures goes to their rightful owners, I only own the collage. Tiny bit of wolfstar too. Also a reblog will be helpful.👉👈

Masterlist

Petrichor. The earthy smell filled your heightened senses as you felt him coming near you. As much as it intimidated you, it was bliss, somehow it relaxed you. But maybe even in that bliss you were aware how he affected you. Your back still towards him you started walking away from him, everyone was congratulating him on quidditch pitch after his marvellous performance against Slytherin, and here you were walking away from him.

You told Remus that you rather snuggle in your blankets and relax before the full moon but he was stubborn, just like you, and dragged you to quidditch pitch. It was even alright till you had to sit in the rain and watch the match but it all blew up when he saw you sitting in the stands, still on his broom he caught your eye and winked at you, causing a rush a shiver to run down your spine and feel the gross butterflies (it's not like you were looking for him all around the pitch). Alright maybe you were. But that doesn't mean it meant something.

Actually it meant everything. He was gorgeous, more than beautiful. He was breathtaking.

You almost were out of the pitch when a hand wrapped around your scarred one and you internally groaned. Turning around and coming face to face with your worst fear.

He looked at you with those freaking ocean blue eyes. Inhaling deep breath, you stared back at him, directly in his eyes.

You didn't know if he was intimidated by your glare or just trying not to laugh at your cowardice, when his throat bobbed when he gulped.

He released a airy laugh and said,

"Won't you congratulate me for my amazing performance?" He tilted his head, acting innocent. And honestly, he was looking adorable.

Shut up.

'All I want to say is that you are gorgeous.'

"Your ego is big enough without me inflating it." Your words betraying your thoughts. It did nothing to him but made him smirk a little more.

You rolled your eyes and turned around and started walking away.

"At least come to the party!" His voice bounced and reached you.

Merlin, why he is so gorgeous.

You internally groaned as you felt Lily shaking your shoulders.

"Female Lupin, if you don't get up right now, I am going to get male Lupin and make you have a good conversation with him."

"But Lils!" You whined. You had no intention in going to that ruddy party, where James bloody Potter would be.

She sighed and sat down next to a lying figure on the bed. She started running her hands in your hair, humming softly.

You looked at her. Actually looked at her. What was there not to like? She was perfect in studies, had the most magical eyes, the softest hair and kindest heart. On the other hand you were nothing like her.

You were a monster.

Each full moon, you hunted for lives, each full moon, you became a monster.

But no one knew that, except a handful of people. And unluckily, he too knew that. What phased you more was that he was ready to take a risk upon his life by being with you and your brother in those dark nights where you both lose yourselves to your inner monsters.

You always felt comfort in thinking that it was all for Remus, you just got to be a part of it due to you having no other place than the Shack. Who knows that if it hadn't been because of your condition, he would have noticed that you existed?

You were shaken out of your thoughts when you heard a loud bang on the door. Lily looked at you in confusion but gave you a look when found you doing the same to her. She got up and opened the door and found Marlene smiling giddily at both of you.

"What are you two doing here?" She exclaimed.

"The party has started!" She exclaimed and now did you notice that her words were slurred.

At least there is alcohol.

"Marlene...the party just started and you are drunk." Lily said with sigh, disappointment evident on her face.

Marlene just grinned, flipped her hair and started descending the stairs whilst saying something along the line,

"It's just the starter."

Lily turned towards you and opened her mouth to say something but we're stopped by the sudden thumping sound that came from the stairs. You got up quickly from your bed and looked downwards with Lily on your side.

On the stairs, Marlene was laying face on the top most stairs, her hair sprawled on the floor just outside your dormitory.

A gasp left Lily's lips and she crouched down to look at your friend, while you were trying your best to stop the laugh that was about to leave your lips. You too crouched down to her level but before you could say anything Marlene suddenly jumped and sat with her legs crossed, facing you both.

Lily gasped and your eyes went wide with shock but when you both looked at Marlene, she was just giving you both a cheeky smile.

"Merlin, women! Thought you were possessed for a moment!" You exclaimed with a hand on your chest.

You got no reaction from her, instead she just stood up and pulled you both too in a standing position.

"I forgot that I was bribed to drag both of your arses downstairs."

You squint your eyes and raising a brow you said,

"Who bribed you?"

Her face light up and smiling widely, she threw her hands in the air and exclaimed,

"Pames Jotter!"

Lily smacked her hand on her forehead, you winced just thinking how painful it would have been, assuming by the sound.

You heard Marlene's giggles and turned towards her.

"Get it? Pames Jotter is James Potter!" She giggled harder and smiled widely.

You visibly shivered at the name. You eyed the blonde in front of you and started thinking of all the things that you could use to convince her and let you go.

You slowly approached the opportunity,

"Marlene..."

Marlene who had broken into a dance, swaying Lily with her stopped abruptly and looked at you. All humor was wiped away from her face.

You sighed then looked at her,

"You are not drunk, are you?"

She turned towards you and smiled sheepishly,

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"You are forgetting that I am the twin of Remus Lupin. We notice small things."

Marlene sighed and looked to be contemplating something before breaking the facade.

"Yeah, alright, I was acting." Lily hit her arm as soon as the words left her mouth and Marlene grumbled about how she was kind of pissed off by the Lupin siblings in a not so respectful way.

"Why?" You whined to Marlene.

She rolled her eyes and said,

"Because I know that you were not going to come unless practically dragged down.

"So?"

"So? So? Just because you have a crush on the school's golden boy doesn't mean that you should rot in the dorm when everyone else is having a swing."

You felt flustered about how obvious were your feelings for him, you opened your mouth to retort but you couldn't find a better reason. Afterall, it was the reason you refused to be down at the party. You sighed and tried to ignore your friends' pitying faces.

"Okay, let's do this, we go to the party, have the time of your life, whilst we find something that you don't have to interact with him."

"And how we do this?" You raised an eyebrow, seriously questioning your friend's mind,

"I mean, how are we going to do this? He was the one who organised the party."

Marlene let a smirk form on her face and said,

"Technically, the party was organised because of him, not by him."

"Yeah, and that helps a lot." Lily rolled her eyes.

"You don't get it Lils! We are going to be so drunk and stay as far as possible from him."

You clapped your hands and said,

"Yes! We will get drunk and stay in our dorms! Go Marls, bring some drinks!"

Marlene rolled her eyes and took a threatening step towards you.

"Okay, enough, now you are going to get ready or I am dragging you just like this."

You opened your mouth to say something but,

"Nope! No, no more whining!" She cut you off.

She then clapped her hands and said,

"Alright, both of you get ready, I'll see you downstairs!"

She smiled and kissed your cheek before descending down the stairs.

You looked at Lily and sighed. When you saw her smirking you gave her a dry look and finally accepted your faith.

"Alright, girl, slow down." Remus said from your side, where he had been standing and rubbing your back for the past fifteen minutes.

After you came to the party, you were convinced that Lily and Marlene were not going to leave your side. But who were you kidding? They left you ten minutes in the party, saying that you need to live up and actually let James have his way with you.

You almost scoffed at the thought. James wanted nothing but to tease you by just assuming you fancied him. Only if he knew how true that was.

You were about to take a sip from your cup when it was snatched away from your hand,

"Hey!" You hit Remus on his arm for it but he did nothing other than shrug.

"You almost had enough to last you a lifetime."

When he saw your sour expression he sighed,

"Listen, I don't have any problem with how much you drink. If I am being honest, I love it when you get drunk, you spill all your secrets but I don't want you to grumble when you have the baddest hangover."

You gave him an odd look with your arms folded over your chest, you said,

"I don't tell any secrets when I'm drunk."

"Oh you so do."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Tell me about one."

"You got the biggest crush on James."

You opened your mouth to counter his remark but your words died in your throat. Swallowing hard you whispered,

"I didn't…"

A smirk formed on his lips,

"You did."

You held your head in your hands and propped your elbows on the drink table near. You wanted to have the time of your life and here you were, finding out that you told your brother about your crush on his friend.

"You don't have any problem with it?" You mumbled with your head still in your hands.

Remus saw your sour expression and pulled your arm lightly and said,

"Hey, don't be sad now."

"Yeah, my brother found out that I have a crush on one of his best mates is not concerning."

"If it makes you feel better, I think he likes you too."

You gave him a dry look and took one more cup and gulped it in a single sip. The liquid burned your throat but atleast it was good enough to lighten the pressure on your head.

"Have you heard the way he talks?" You asked Remus who raised an eyebrow, clearly finding amusement in your condition. You gave him an annoyed look and continued,

"He talks like he knows all about everything. 'At Least come to the party', bloody buffoon. He–he knew that I would react this way and still! His voice is like the clawing of nails on iron. It gives me headache!" You looked at Remus who still had an annoying smile on his face,

"Why are you smiling?" You asked him annoyed.

"Why don't you say this to his face? Maybe he will go away" He suggested and you thought about this, maybe he was right. You found him looking behind you, you followed his eyesight and you frown deepened. Another glass down.

In front of you was James Potter goofing around with his best mate Sirius Black when other people were gawking at their sights.

"Doesn't he feel scared about how much people are attracted to him?" You mumbled to yourself but Remus heard you anyway and chuckled. You turned and glared at him.

"Honestly, why don't you just say all this to him? You know, it would be better." He said.

"You wait Remus Lupin till I find out about the person you like, then we will see." You turned towards the table again only to find the person you were not so subtly judging only to find him gone from there. Frowning, you raise your cup back to your lips and empty its contents in your throat. A shiver ran down your spine as the liquid burned your insides. You were starting to feel the outputs of the alcohol inside your system, your head started feeling dizzy and it felt really light. You turned around to find Remus surrounded by the Marauders this time and one of them was looking at you, he was looking at you.

Sirius draped his arm around your shoulder, breaking you out of the trance. You stumbled a bit as the alcohol in your system started taking a toll on you.

"Where's your boyfriend Y/N?" He asked you in mock concern.

You rolled your eyes but it did nothing other than increase the slowly growing headache you had.

A chuckle passed James's lips making you look at him, and unfortunately (or fortunately) he looked at you at the same time. You quickly diverted your eyes and shoved Sirius's arm from around you.

"Very funny, Black."

He grinned at you whereas you were slowly getting more and more dizzy.

"He still looks so scared whenever he looks at James."

You tried to hide your smile but it slipped anyway. Maybe you didn't know but your smile made James grin.

"Wait, why is he scared of James?" Remus asked suddenly. Your eyes widened at his words.

Oh shoot he didn't know.

It seemed like they too realised their mistake. They started stumbling over their words and you knew it was all on you.

"Where is Peter?" You asked, trying your best to change the topic.

Remus gave you a curious look but didn't question further.

"Er—Remus, come dance with me, won't you?" Sirius offered his arm to Remus, his nervous expression fading into a wide smirk. His words caused a blush to tint on Remus' cheeks and a small smile to form on his lips.

"Sure." And with that, they both left your drunk self with a very sober looking James Potter.

"Um–I think Marlene was calling me, I am going." You were about to walk away before he caught you by arm and pulled you back. You stumbled a bit, clearly due to intoxicating alcohol, or was it because of him.

"You never spend time with me." He pouted looking at you with those ocean blue eyes.

You were in such a daze that you didn't even react to his words. One reason was that now you were completely intoxicated and the other was that it was him.

"Well...you should take it as a compliment that I talk to everyone but you."

He was about to reply when suddenly darkness spread across the room. Shouts and protests rang out in the room, all increasing your headache.

Your hands frantically searched for something to hold on, when a bigger hand enveloped yours in it. It took time but your eyes adjusted in the darkness and you could lightly make out the face of the person holding your hand. Suddenly all the voices seemed to dim, suddenly the darkness was enough for you, suddenly you felt calm. Your stomach was churning but you were damn sure it wasn't the firewhisky.

You should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room.

He pulled you closer to him by his grip on your hand. He wrapped his other arm around your shoulder and instinctively your head leaned on his shoulder.

You felt his breath hitch but you chose not to say anything.

"Someone was informed that McGonagall was on round, the candles will be lit again soon." He almost whispered to you. And just then the candles were lit again.

James expected you to draw away from him as soon as the candles were lit again but you didn't move from your position. Still wrapped around his side.

And he was definitely not complaining.

"James...dance with me?" You asked, lifting your head from his shoulder. You looked so innocent and adorable that he couldn't deny your face.

Or because of the fact that he was never in a lifetime going to lose this opportunity.

"Okay."

And just like that you both started to sway along the rhythm, so lost in your world that no one else existed for you two.

"You know what, you always scared me." He admitted, making you giggle.

"Why?" You asked, your head on his chest as he guided you both in a swaying way.

"First, you are Remus's sister, second, you are damn good with your tongue." It took him a while to understand what he said but till you were in a giggling fit. You were laughing so hard that you had to hold him so you wouldn't fall.

"Wait—wait, I didn't mean it like that!" He exclaimed, his hand wrapped around yours which was holding his shoulder. But you couldn't stop laughing, and that resulted in you missing the smile on his face.

When you finally stopped, you looked up to find him waving to someone. Following his gaze, you found a beautiful brunette from Ravenclaw giggling and waving at him.

Something inside you bubbled, whether it was the alcohol in your system or you were actually being brave that time, you nudged his arm and made him look at you.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

His eyes widened at your words, he whipped his head between you and that girl before shaking it violently.

"Merlin, no! She's actually the daughter of one of Mum's friends."

"Oh."

James looked at you and the way your shoulders visibly relaxed at words and your head went between his shoulder and neck, resting there.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm single."

You again, moved your head from his shoulder and this time he found an adorable pout on your lips.

"It doesn't." You said. He raised an eyebrow and said,

"It doesn't?" And you shook your head.

"It's worse actually, because you are so gorgeous that it hurts."

Your eyes fixed at his face, and even intoxicated, you were able to appreciate his beauty. He was gorgeous in every way, he was a good person, he had an aura around him that made everyone around him happy, one of the reasons you hated him, he was beautiful. He was gorgeous. And his eyes, his eyes were enough to make you feel like, sinking, drowning, dying.

"Don't I make you feel happy?"

"You make me feel so happy that it turns back to sadness," your bottom lip jutting out.

"There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have, and you why? Because all my life, I lost so many things that I don't want to hope for what I can't have. And I'm so furious at you for making me feel like this."

James moved his hand and rested it on your cheek, making you look at him, he chuckled.

"It's not funny." You said, removing his hand from your cheek. Again resting on your head on his shoulder.

James kept swaying you both, still processing everything that had happened in such a less amount of time. He was slowly feeling you relax around him, the whole night taking a toll on you.

"Hey, honey, you can't sleep like that." He said lowly to you. When you didn't budge, he nudged your head from his shoulder,

"Don't sleep like that." He said, making a frown take over your lips.

"I'm not asleep, my mind is alive." You grumbled in a sleepy voice. You felt his shoulder shake from the soft laugh escaping his lips, making you look up at him.

James could see the exhaustion and sleep in your eyes and decided that it was about time, you both called it a night.

"Alright, I think it's time you leave."

A frown formed on your lips, removing any traces of the sleepy face that you had. A dramatic sigh left your lips, you said,

"Guess, I have to stumble home to my cats. Alone."

"Y/N, you don't have any cat, and you just need to go to your dorm." James said, too used to these kinds of antics, all because of a certain Gryffindor.

You pouted, moving yourself to hug him and resting your head again on his shoulder.

"But, Remus always takes me with him, whenever I'm drunk."

"Yeah, but I'm not Remus, and he might actually murder me for doing so."

You looked up at him, trying your best to do puppy-dog eyes. Your idea seemed to work as he sighed in defeat.

"Alright, but if Remus kills me in the morning, it will be your fault."

It took time but you both finally reached the Marauders dorm, and there was only one person there. Peter, and he too was sleeping.

James took you and made you sit on one of the beds in the corner. He was still standing over you, looking quite flustered. You ran a hand on the messy bed sheet and looked up at him again to find him filling a glass with water.

"Is this Remus's bed?" You asked.

"Yeah." He said before handing you the glass of water, which you quickly downed and handed him the glass back.

James crouched in front of you and started removing your footwears. You ran a hand through his dark curls and giggled when they got messier than before.

When he was done, he looked up at you, still sitting in the same position, he asked,

"You can sleep here now, Remus will manage, or at least Sirius would be happy to share his bed."

You pouted again at his words, making him frown a bit.

"What happened now?"

"You won't kiss me?" Your question took him by surprise. He didn't expect you to say that.

"What do you mean?"

You tilted your head at side and said,

"You don't like me?" Your voice was small, making him feel bad.

"Is it because of my scars?" Your eyes were slowly filling with tears making James panic. He jumped up and sat beside you, and quickly took your face between his hands. You were slowly sniffing till then, making his heart hurt.

"No darling, why would you think that?"

"My previous boyfriend left me because of that, didn't he?"

James pursued his lips at the thought of your previous boyfriend, remembering how heartbroken you looked that day.

"It's not because of that, love. It's because you are drunk." You scrunched your nose at his words and said,

"Did you just quote those stupid clichè books?"

He raised an eyebrow and said,

"I do remember you loving those cliche books."

"But, I want you to kiss me now." You said while your lower lip jutting out.

"How about, I kiss you in the morning?" He said with a hopeful look on his face.

You whined at his words,

"But James, I am sober enough to remember this."

He sighed in defeat knowing how bad it can get. After a while he said,

"Okay, so I will give you a peck on your forehead right now, then in the morning, I will actually kiss you?" That seemed to work and you quickly agreed. So that night James kissed your forehead and made you fall asleep. And still in your sleepy form, you actually told him how you felt for him,

"You are so gorgeous James."

Bonus:-

When you woke up the next day, you found yourself reliving all those things you did the night before and it certainly didn't help with your headache. You got up from the bed, trying your best to escape before things could get more awkward.

You almost reached the door when someone said your name,

"Y/N?"

You cringed, totally aware of the person to whom the voice belonged.

You turned around and came face to face with your worst fear. You opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off,

"Don't worry, everyone is downstairs. You were sleeping, so I thought it would be better to leave you. I didn't want you to commit an arson as soon as you woke, I have seen the way Moony gets if you wake him up early."

Suddenly there was an awkward silence settled between you two as there was nothing else to say. You clutched your head to stop the throbbing pain in your head.

James noticed this and made you sit on his bed. When you did, he took the spot beside you and handed you a vial. You looked at him confused, the he explained,

"Hangover potion, er—we kind of need it really often." He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. You tried to stop the smile forming on your face and drank the potion.

"Y/N?" He asked, his voice soft, full of warmth. You hummed, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

"Did you mean everything you said last night?"

You turned to face him, only then realising how close you two were. You started feeling lost again in his eyes, so you just hummed.

"Even about the kiss?" He whispered.

"Even about the kiss." And just like that his lips were on yours, moving gently and slowly, afraid that this moment might get lost if used in heat.

Your lips parted after what felt like an eternity, but even that didn't seem enough. He rested his forehead on yours then he said,

"You are so gorgeous, my love."

[luxthestrange]

Momma Hen Mammon 3

Sorry for the wait, By accident as I was half working on this..I didn't save it and had to recall what I was doing in this chapter...

part 2: https://luxthestrange.tumblr.com/post/673010148377247744/momma-hen-mammon-2incorrect-quotes-150 part 1: https://luxthestrange.tumblr.com/post/672747425054769152/momma-hen-mammon

Luke is now playing the son of the house, With His momma mammon and Daddy Mc, The Lil D's acting as second characters on the game.

Luke: Mowma I finally know what imma be...I wanna be a baker! Your yummy treats inspired me to go to Pastry schwool!I know you want me to be like my pawpaw! BUT YOU TOLD ME TO FOLLOW MY DREAMS!*dramatically 'tears up'*

Mam*Has no idea how he got roped into this(The puppy eyes of luke)started to tear up and hug his 'son'*I DONT CARE IF YOU ARE NOT TAKING THE FAMILY COMPANY! I WANT YOU TO BE FREE TO DO WHAT YOU WANT MY SON!*Got into it pretty quick*

The two cried it out as Mc was watching the weird..but touching playdate, clapping at the act they put on After they 'ate' some of the toys shaped like food from Luke that establish a bakery with mc, mammon, and the Lil d's as customers(Shout out to @yaboihack for this idea!), They decided to play hide and seek, Mammon would seek them while the two ran away to hide outside the room...The only issue is...Both The Human and Toddler didn't know of the traps the castle had, One step incorrectly sets a booby trap and the floor under them disappears as they fall into the pit.

As Mc grabbed the toddler and was ready to take the blow for him...they landed on something soft and fluffy, As Mc open their eyes and tried to stop the angel from crying more..something started to growl at them six pairs of eyes were looking down at the two who landed on its belly, A giant black fur dog with three heads and flames bursting out his ears and nostrils.

Mc"....SHIT"

Luke"...Puppy"

-Above the castle underground labyrinth-

Luci: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST THEM!?

That is what the firstborn shouted 30 minutes ago that shocked the entire castle, Now the seven lords, the prince of hell, and his butler, Simeon and Solomon are looking for them every nook and cranny, But they couldn't find them, If Simeon had a human heart he be having a heart attack...

LilD2:Lord Diavolo!Lord Diavolo! We found traces of the human clothes!*holding a teared-up shirt they were wearing*They seem to have fallen in one of the traps to the tombs!

As soon as The LilD2 said that their minds got flooded with the guardian of the tomb...CERBERUS, Cerberus is a hellhound that lives in the underground tomb and only obeys Lucifer...Everyone ran or flew as fast as they could hoping the Guard Dog hadn't harmed or...worse killed the two, Lucifer was surprised at Mammon who shifted into demon form and managed to get ahead of him.

What they didn't expect was for the giant hellhound to be licking the young angel cheeks, making the toddler giggle in fits of tickles, Or the Human to be put to rest on his belly with a tail covering them like a blanket.

Cerb*Ears back he gets happy pats by the soft tiny hands*

Luci:.......Cerberus

Cerb*Noticed the presence of Master and the others, Instant-serious mode..well 2 heads the other one is happily paying attention to the child*

Dia: It appears to me...Cerberus has been entranced by the little one..and think that Y/n is their Parent*Watches as even Lucifer can't get close to them without Cerberus growling at them*

Luke*Spot Mammon and Simeon, Using the third head as support to stand up, he waddles towards the two happily*PUPPY! LOOK LOOK! CAN I KEEP IT!

Sim*Doesnt think twice to grab his luke son, and hugs him and sighs in relief*Oh heavens! I was so worried luke*doesnt mind luke pushing him away*And no Luke, Cerberus already belongs to Lucifer...

Luke:.......*Looks at Lucifer*Can I pwease keep ceberus?

Lucifer isn't paid enough for this...Now He has an Angel, Human, Mammon, and now Cerberus on his back...

Today marks the day of Luke's family getting bigger and bigger...But once He found about Henry 1 or Lotan......That's a story for the third born and his own adventure with the sitter and the young angel

[1-800-roflmao]

FIC WIP Working Title: "Perfect Height"

Fandom: FNAF SB

Something I'm working on... can't decide if I want to continue in reader's POV or Moon/Sun's. Or both. Future Smut. Stuck in a Wall trope.

This part is SFW and is mostly just cutesy comedy with the Tiny Music Man.

This had to be the most ridiculous situation you've been in a while.

Really tops the time DJ Music Man went into sleep mode while you were fixing his stage and his hand ended up on top of you–thankfully, it didn’t slam down on you. You were pinned there for the remainder of your shift and got nothing else done. The next morning you understood why no one found you when they all showed the security footage, laughing all the while. His hand was so big it completely covered you and any efforts to wake the behemoth or call for help was severely muffled.

“At least his hand was somewhat comfortable…” you mumbled, voice echoing in the vent you were currently wedged inside.

The edges of the opening dug into your hips and belly uncomfortably. Your shoulders brushed the metal walls either side of you and you huffed, scraping your feet against the wall outside in an effort to get some traction. Eventually, you gave up and your legs went back to dangling, rag dolling with a defeated huff.

The big play blocks you had used to get up to the vent in the first place must have toppled and you did not have the flexibility to plant your feet against the wall to get any sort of leverage.

It was at most a five-foot drop. Wouldn’t kill you, but it’d hurt. Unlucky for you, lights were out, and Moon had left before this whole fiasco, so until he gets back…

“I’m shit out of luck…” you mumbled, tapping your fingers against the vent floor frustratedly. Rather than pity yourself, you narrowed your eyes ahead of you where light shone from your tablet screen and illuminated a spider-esque face. “This is all your fault, bud,” you pointed an accusing finger at the mini music man.

He paused whatever he was busy playing and actually looked up at you, tilting his head oh-so-fucking-cutely.

“Oh no, don’t pull that cute act with me,” you warned, trying to sound threatening, but the humor of it all lightened your tone. You tried. You really tried to stay mad at the little guy and give him a proper scolding for snatching your tablet.

Lil’ MnM just bounced in place and gently brought his cymbals together. Oh, to be so cute, you could get away with anything.

“Lucky lil-” you laughed, settling down, “Enjoy it. Once Moon’s back, playtime is over and I’ll need it back for work. Got it?”

He clapped once again and then gave all his attention to the tablet screen again. It looked to be a rhythm game he was playing. The music was catchy, so at least your ears wouldn’t be suffering.

At some point, you laid down the best you could. Your arms stretched out ahead of you in the tight space. Resting your cheek against cool metal and the warmth of your arm, you sighed and closed your eyes. Getting lost in the music, you tried moving to the beat until a pair of large, cool hands gripped at your hip and thigh.

Long, chilly fingers dug into the fat of your thigh and the hand at your hip had you nervous. Grip near bruising and those lengthy fingers a little too close to dipping into the danger zone.

“Well, well..” You could hear his amusement despite how muffled his raspy voice was.

You tensed, shivering as he drummed his fingers and your brain screamed, fighting to reason his hands were just that big and it wasn’t on purpose that his reach was so-

“What have you gotten yourself into, Moonshine~?”

[stray-kids-react]

Doing WAP dance perfectly

(If you don't know what WAP is. It's a suggestive dance with a lot of twerking and grinding.)

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° Chan always called you cute, you would try your hardest to be hot... But he'd still see you as an adorable lil bean. You became worried that he didn't see you in a sexual way at all, and decided to see if you could possibly get him flustered by doing such a dirty dance.

° You wore the sexiest outfit in your closet, leaving barely anything to the imagination. You walked into Chan's studio with a large trench coat hiding the treat you had in store for your boyfriend. Noticing Chan was alone, you decided to let the coat drop to your feet.

° Blush crept onto his cheeks, bottom lip bittne by his teeth. It was making a mark on him, until you started the music. That song was too much of a meme to be sexy to him, especially since Felix tried to attempt it in front of him once and gave up half way.

° Even if you looked extremely sexy while pounding into the ground, he couldn't help but giggle by the choice of song. If it were something more sensual and romantic, than he would be on the ground with you. But WAP turned him off quite a bit.

"Chan! I wanted to be sexy... Am I not hot?"

"Of course you are hot, it's just the song."

Lee Know

° Minho is a tease who loves you very much, but is not a fan of that trend. He can't help but cringe when he sees someone do it in public for everyone to see, he doesn't know why but it just effects him a lot in all of the wrong ways. But you didn't know this.

° While he alone in the dance practice room, you walked in with WAP blaring from your phone. You then put it on the bench and began to dance along with it perfectly, the phone was recording everything. Including Minho's uncomfortable expression.

° He was impressed by your hips, but the whole song and trend gave him terrible flashbacks to the tiktok he witnessed before. Even if he wanted to smile, it came off very fake or turned into some mixture of cringe and fake happiness.

° Minho did not want to hurt your feelings, but he truly couldn't help it when you did the WAP dance. You thought he was teasing you and trying to annoy you, and you continue to think that til this day. But he was truly not impressed by that trend that you did.

"I know you secretly loved it, don't deny it."

"Oh trust me, I won't deny anything."

Changbin

° You were trying so hard to learn this dance, you wanted to do it for yourself and to also impress your boyfriend. Even when you failed miserabley, Changbin still sent hearts of encouragement and asked if you could give him another show of it.

° He would be lying if he denied that he didn't get a tiny bit turned on when you pounded into the ground, but he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable so he didn't tell you unless you noticed or asked him about it. Which you did a couple of times.

° Wonders how your body can move so smoothly while doing such harsh and sexual moves, especially when it comes to the twerking. You challenged Changbin to twerk with you, and you weren't surprised when he was actually pretty good at it.

° Will record the challenge, helping you edit it and re recording it if you don't like the final product. Changbin is supportive of your interests and even if he isn't overly into WAP, he finds anything you do breathtaking. And think your better than Cardi B herself.

"I swear you are better than Cardi B babe."

"Stop buttering me up lover boy."

Hyunjin

° Truly conflicted. He is impressed by your dance skills, but also doesn't want your followers to see you dancing so proactively. He wants to be the only one to see you acting this way, but he also finds it a bit amusing on how serious you seem.

° Your dancing to a song called 'Wet Ass Pussy' and yet your face seems like your doing an interview at the job of your dreams. This will calm his nerves a tiny bit, knowing you aren't doing this to get attention. But rather because you're bored and wanted to.

° Will sometimes hum along to the song while it's playing, getting shy if he reads out the dirty lyrics about sex. Even though it has become more of a meme than a sensual getting it on song, it still makes him flustered because of how raunchy it is.

° Claps when you've finally succeeded the dance, smiling proudly since he saw how hard you worked for a non benefitial trend. Once you posted the challenge, he would like and save it immediately. Secretly watching it while he goes on tour.

"Does it hurt when you hump the ground?"

"You get used to it after a while."

Han

° Knew that you were going to want to do it, you like to try out different trends to see if you like them or not. He just wasn't expecting to see you do WAP so closely, he thought he'd scroll through tik tok and then you'd be twerking on his feed.

° He was scrolling through Instagram when you got up and began to do the dance, he was trying to comprehend what was going on since you did so out of the blue. Became your personal cheerleader when you went into the splits, hyping you up quite a bit.

° Won't see it as a sensual dance, is more impressed than turned on. He'll high five you afterwards, and then 'high fives' your toosh for doing most of the work. You will become flustered with his compliments, giggling as he drums your bottom teasingly.

° Goes through your social media accounts later, to make sure there aren't any pervs commenting degrading things. If he sees any he'll report them, knowing he is the only one to say things such as 'that's some fine peice of ass' to you.

"Baby, are you scrolling my comments?"

"mhm, there are some creepy followers."

Felix

° Tik tok master, already knows all of the moves and probably taught you them. Felix likes to boost your confidence up and become your own personal happiness, even if you thought you looked cringey and horrid in the video, he'd tell you the opposite.

° Won't force you to do it in front of people or even post the video, even though you look amazing he still doesn't mind if keeping it private. Is a protective sunshine who would feel a bit of relief if you didn't post it, but would never ever admit that to you.

° When you were your best friend was visiting, you both decided to attempt the popular trend. She stopped half way through do to laughter, while you kept going. Felix rushed to you from the kitchen, beginning to throw money on you to enhance the laughter.

° If you get embarrassed when dialing one of the many attempts, he'll comfort you and shower you with kisses til you feel better. Over all he is a sweetheart who cherishes your happiness, and he'll do anything to hear your beautiful laugh and see your smile.

"Don't be shy love *kiss* you were great. *kiss*."

"The kisses make me more shy Felix."

Seungmin

° Knew you were on tik tok, and witnessed you attempt a couple of trends, mosy dance challenges. But never expected you to do WAP, you both were generally introverted and were much more soft with each other in public rather than all over each other.

° Even in photos of you two together, the most anyone will see is hand holding. That's why many people were surprised to see you doing such a bold and raunchy dance for many people to see, the reason behind it was a dare from your close friend.

° A staff member showed him the video, giggling as they couldn't beleive what you did. Seungmin smiled, seeing you so confident and bold made him feel proud. He wasn't upset or jealous in the slightest, he was extactic to see you be so confident.

° When he arrived home, you asked him about his opinion on the video. He could tell you didn't like it and were self conscious about it. So instead o replying at first, he embraced you in a gentle hug. Rubbing your shoulder blades as he complimented you.

"You looked stunning in the video."

"A-are you sure? Don't lie to me Seungmin."

Jeongin

° Stray kids knew you for as long as they knew Jeongin, you were his best friend turned lover and they saw you as family. That is why it made it 10x more awkward for both you and Jeongin when Felix noticed your newest post on tik tok.

° You thought you saved it privately, and did NOT want it to be public due to having such an open account with many followers. Your family even followed your account, so this made you nearly pass out knowing many people have already seen this video.

° You immediately deleted the video, even though it was far too late. Jeongin was a bit shy from witnessing you do such a raunchy dance, but he wanted to comfort you nonetheless. His ears were bright pink as you clung onto him, trying to calm down.

° A couple days after the incident, Minho and Han would tease you lightly. Jeongin occasionally joined in, unless he noticed you became very flustered and would then put a stop to the teasing. He still found it adorable how embarrassed you were of the video.

"What if my mom saw this!?"

"... What if she didn't. There is a chance."

[savorysatori]

— FEATURING: ˗ˏˋ 𝘾𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙔 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇! ˎˊ-

“You gon’ meet a billion hands, ooh. She’s just like candy, she’s so sweet, but you know it ain’t real cherry.”

— SYNOPSIS. cutie pie were you? doting too. you stood out, he knew you. hinata adored you. his lil’ candy girl from his love-filled heart.

WARNINGS. car sex, creampie, full nelson. exhibitionism, lots of cum, unprotected sex. slight gagging, tiny bit of anal said, spit play. guitarist!hinata, a bit of cunt spanks, producer!reader. praise + suckin fingers, aheago face, oral. use of the pet name, “cherry”.

% WORD COUNT. 5.3k.

leader’s notes. HIIII! HELLO! before I say anything, big thanks to my lil cheri for letting me join this wonderful collab! ur the sweetest babe, and I hope you all enjoy this<3 pss- wanna listen to music while reading this? here’s a playlist!

✭ @loveatsutani, ROLLING LOUD COLLAB. MWAH!

You were both hazy under the buzzing of fluorescent lights. Flash after flash it drew you and him closer together, drowning out the cries of the crown from below. Starstruck. Heart eyes with adoration flooding through the both of you. “A lil’ dumb are we?”

“And, that’s it folks! Make your way to the exit of the building to your right. Amazing night wasn’t it everyone? Give props to Shoyo!”

The sound of the intercom fell deaf to Hinata's ears. His guitar slumped down against his chest, hot and sweaty with the tee sticking to him. He couldn't hear himself think. His fingers writhed along the strings as if the notes he plucked could somehow find him again. His eyes searched the crowd of musicians, trying to find one face in the sea of faces. Yet, as he looked at them all, there was nothing but blank stares and half-smiles. He didn't know what he was expecting; seeing you come in with a smile that lit up everyone’s gloomy mood. Maybe you would have congratulated him on his performance. Or maybe you would have given him some encouragement. Or maybe, just maybe, you would have laughed and teased him a bit. Didn't matter, he was glad to see you.

You were a lone woman in a long orange dress standing on the edge of the stage, fanning yourself. You waved to the crowd now and then, but your eyes were glued to him as you walked by.

"Don't get distracted, now." Swiftly your eyes moved down to the rows of empty seats before they darted back up to him. "I can only imagine how long this song took to learn."

His fingers strolled across the strings, creating a beautiful melody. His eyes looked up to the dimming lights now and then as if seeking divine guidance from above. "Most performers here can't play worth a damn," you heard him mutter, his eyes still on his fingers as they worked. He played for you as if you were the only one in the room. The only one who could hear the song he was composing. You sat in awe, watching his fingers dance across the strings. You knew he was capable of such skill, you've heard it all. Thou, freestyles like this could only make you grin in awe. But this was a private concert. You had no choice but to sit quietly and enjoy the performance. His fingers stopped on a string, catching in the middle, an echo of the melody ringing through the silence.

"The saddest sound," you heard him say as he slid his fingers off the strings.

You were about to clap, but he waved his hand for silence. "I'd rather have you hear the rest of that crap with you all bubbly." He sat up and began clapping softly to encourage you. You couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he was. At this time you could have left. With the way things were going, he'd compose more songs just for you. But then he wouldn't have to share this moment with you.

"Hinata, rolling loud is in a few days .. let's get to work." You pushed away the scatted papers of all the same lyrics, meaning the same thing. They were scattered all over the floor, on him and directly on you. You wiped the traces of sweat and some sort of strange fluid from your forehead. Still, he was smiling.

"I know, cherry. Ya don’t have to remind me every day.” You heard him chuckle as he turned back to his guitar, stringing it back up with familiarity. He sat there for what seemed like an eternity as the silence consumed you. Biding your time, you could finally talk to him at any moment. "Ahem… so what's that?" You pointed to the sheet of music in his hands.

You were much better at those games, but he won anyway.

"Do you want to hear it?" He stopped playing, waiting for your reply.

You gulped as you nodded slowly. Anything to hear his songs again. You weren't sure how long the silence lasted, but it seemed to stretch on forever. You felt his fingers running up and down the neck of his beloved guitar. He stopped, and you braced yourself for the upcoming melody. Slowly he began playing. It started as just a few notes, a gentle intro to the song. But those notes carried a feeling of their own, slowly building with every pass. His hands caressed the strings as he played, his face was scrunched up in concentration. He was playing just for you.

It felt as if the whole room was just you two. His fingers dancing across the strings, you swaying side to side as you rocked in your office chair. The song ended, as did your trance. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You looked back down, hoping he hadn't seen the wide-eyed expression you were sure you had on your face. You could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke again. "Do you like it?"

For a moment, you were transported to a place unknown to you. You felt free as if held by strong hands and transported through the skies. Lifting you, your stomach fluttering as you soared. It was beautiful.

But, it was a place never to be reached again. You knew that anywhere you looked, you would only see the world as it was now. Sadly, but it had to be like that. His fingers continued to pluck at the strings, keeping you from escaping through his music. You wanted to stay here, in this world he had created for you. But, you knew that place was only ever a memory. only ever a memory. Your thighs bouncing as his fingers ran across the last string. The song had come to an end, and you were left wanting more.

"Why don't you," reached over, hands sliding to tap against his slender fingers playing along the dainty strings. "Play that again?"

As if in a trance, Hinata faced you.

Holding your gaze, his thigh slipped between the gap of yours — pulling you closer. You could feel his breath on your cheek as his eyes bore into yours. He slowly began playing the intro again, only this time before he had finished, his head was flush to yours. Your noses were less than an inch apart. His breath blew warm against your cheek, you could smell the sweet citrus from the tip of his tongue, the lollipop stayed laid against his cheek, his fingers running along the backs of your hands. His warm lips kissed you. Not on the cheek, but your mouth. His luscious, red lips brushed softly against yours. Your eyes widened before you closed them. His hand moved from your shoulder to your cheek, as he tilted your head.

His lips caressed yours. His tongue lightly teased the seam of your lips, before delving in. The lollipop being passed between both mouths, the nectar spilling down at the side of your lips. tongues dueled, as you tilted your own to caress his. Your other hand fell to his shoulder as you held him closer. He tilted his head further, and you matched it with a small tilt of your own. His hand ran through your hair, as his tongue dueled with yours. You could feel your heartbeat against his lips, the blood flowing through your body.

You wanted more of him.

His lip pulled at your lower lip, causing you to whimper in protest. He ignored it, pulling the trapped flesh between his front teeth. He bit down gently, a slight pain shooting through you in the most sweetest way. The sweet taste of his lips lingered on your tongue, as your mind was left awash with sweet colors. Hinata pulled away, a faint blush on his cheeks. He pulled the lollipop from your mouth, watching the string of spit slide with it. He held it between his fingers, before popping it back into his mouth with a beam.

"You taste sweet, cherry."

He smirked at you, as his fingers played along the strings of his beloved instrument. "And I bet you taste even sweeter down below, right under my fingertips."

His eyes never leaving the instrument, he slowly ran his hands up your legs. You knew what he was doing, he was trying to get you into a compromising position. But, you didn't care. Maybe it was the sweet taste of your lip that still lingered on your mind, or maybe it was because you never had these types of thoughts about someone you built from the bottom to the top. Whatever the reason, you didn't care, and you wanted him to continue. He slowly lifted your knee onto his thighs. The other leg followed suit, as he situated himself to be able to lie under the both of you. His fingers ran up the back of your calf, as his face came into close range with yours.

"Hinata," you barely above a whisper, “We should be..”

"Shh." he placed a finger against your lips. "Just enjoy the moment." His free hand reached between your shoulder blades, cradling you as he laid you down. His face moved forward just enough that his lips brushed against yours as he spoke. "Does it feel good?"

The wetness between your legs pulsed as his fingers lifted your shirt up and rubbed against your bare skin.

"Tell me when."

You couldn't speak, no more than you could move. You were overwhelmed with sensation that gripped at your stomach and threatened to make you weak. His fingers teased your stomach and slipped under your dress, as he dragged his face down to nuzzle into your neck.

"Can you feel that?" he murmured, as he ground his hips into yours. You couldn't answer him, your mouth wouldn't move. It just was a feeling that had taken over your whole body, clenching and releasing at intervals.

"Do you want to feel more of it?" You wanted to yell yes, but you were starstuck. you couldn't utter anything other than a pitifully small whimper. He bit down on your shoulder, as his fingers slipped the dress off of you, clicking to the band of your panties. “Answer me, cherry.”

"Ye- yes." You didn't want him to stop, not then.

The breeze night wind blew across your body, as it began to grow colder. You couldn't feel your limbs, couldn't move them. All you could do was feel, at that moment. He tore the panties off with his teeth, as they stuck to you like a second skin. He lifted his head for just a moment, as he pulled the shreds of clothing off your body. You were left bare before the moon and him, just your purity in the beauty of youth. "Hinata..."

He lifted your knee onto his shoulder. His hands wrapped around your waist as he dipped his head down, his lips running along the inside of your thigh. You couldn't hold back any longer, a strangled cry escaping your lips as you gripped onto his hair. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your most intimate flesh, and the vibrations that ran through it. He began to suckle on it, swirling his tongue around it and teasing the entrance with the tip of his tongue. You could feel the orgasm overtaking you, and you were helpless against it. Your body tensed up in another wave of shuddering before it finally passed, covered in a rash of wet heat. Afterward, you laid there pathetically weak in the aftermath of your pleasure. You felt limp as a ragdoll, as your body pulsed with waves of pleasure. You couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't speak.

He made his way back up your body, stopping to lick himself off as he went. When he reached your lips, he planted a chaste kiss on them before saying, "You taste good." He smiled at you, grinning as he stood up from the couch, taking the guitar as well but leaving you to collect each thought tapping against your skull. Hinata made your heart swell, for your body to thump when he was near. Tousled orange hair to gleam with his brown eyes, widened with surprise. Hands as pale as moonlight to grasp at air, body limp and weak from having had its will defied. But bright smile to row the crowds awake, his skill and his willpower.

He was sheer beauty. He was the sun. Hinata wooed you, as you swam in the emotion of his voice. You were entranced by his presence and his voice. With every note he plucked, you could feel the strings of your soul being strummed. Your own gentle, quiet voice reverberated at his concerts, as you felt the energy flood through you. He filled your chest with joy, your heart swelling as you heard him sing the songs you made him. You never wanted it to end, the two of you performing under candlelight.

All too soon, the end came.

The curtain fell, and you found your place among the workers backstage. On the stage, you could see him, in all his glory. His strong, slim arms weaved above his head as he pushed down, the strings of his electric guitar reverberating as he let out a long, slow breath through his white teeth. He stared into the crowd with a flinty gaze, as his hair fell into his eyes. When he looked to the side, pushing it aside with a smooth of the wrist, his eyes caught yours for a brief moment. He gave you a quick wink before returning to his stare into the crowd. Your chest swelled as he performed, his voice and the music lifting your mood. Your cheeks tinged with color as you watched his performance with a smile stretching from ear to ear.

He was pure energy, powerful, and sure of himself as he tore through the songs you knew and made you feel things for the first time. Electric guitar to scream the high notes of the songs, as he vibrated the strings into breaking. To pound the snare drum with a fury that could only be matched by your own. To tear through the notes of the songs with deadly accuracy, as he made you feel every emotion possible through music. He held you spellbound, as he moved with the music and changed before your eyes. He was a whirlwind, a breath of fresh air in a dreary world. It all felt so familiar to you, to see him there. But for him as well — to see you backstage watching his performance, just how doting you were. Hinata adored you, a girl he felt love struck from.

You, the only one who knew what his music meant to him. His beaming smile and twinkling eyes were just playacting for the crowd's eyes, but you knew what he was really like. The strumming from the guitar with the claps of the drums, the flashing of the lights, and the roar of the crowd all made you feel alive. He moved with the music, a single entity with the sound as it became one with him. You were part of that sound, as you let go of everything and drowned in the music.

With a sudden, unexpected burst of energy, he jumped off the stage and into the crowd. Hands raised in the air and screaming as the fans gave him around. The pounding of the music was all that filled your mind, all that aired on your lips. The world had lost its meaning, you were in heaven. The screams of the fans were all that reached your ears, their adoration and love for him making your smile. The screaming chorus of his name was the only thing that made you feel joy, as you waved your arms and danced in the throes of passion. The lights were bright, but you felt no pain. Your mind was set at ease, only filled with the drumming of the bass. Every single one of you stared hard, leaning forward to see Hinata strum the guitar, fingers twanging over the strings as he moved in time with the music, his head thrown back let out a loud laugh. He was alive, filling you with warm fuzzies inside. He was a part of the moment, moving with the music, lost in the crowd.

The lights flashed and the roar of the crowd was deafening, but you hardly noticed. All you could see was him, his shining mane of hair captured by the neon lights, creating a halo around his head. It was so beautiful, so fitting for the moment. It made you wanna be near him, to feel the ting between the both of you.

The sparklers shot up from the last note, the fans erupting in screams of joy. Applauding his performance widely, running onto the stage to see his sweet smile. His eyes met with yours and you felt your heart flutter for just a moment. He took a long look at you, your body bathed in glittering stars. You were both hazy under the buzzing of fluorescent lights. Flash after flash it drew you and him closer together, drowning out the cries of the crown from below. Starstruck. Heart eyes with adoration flooding through the both of you.

You were in the spotlight. "A lil’ dazed, yeah?” he whispered, flashing a grin. You felt the blood rush through your ears, the beat of your heart pulsating through your veins.

"Let’s sneak away. For a bit.”

The curtains draped to hide you both, instruments placed down with padding of you and Hinata's feet, traveling from door to door till the crips breeze washed over you both. Slipping into the sleek car, staring into your eyes. The lights shined on your face, illuminating every feature of yours. You looked familiar under the lights, so beautiful. One might think you were an angel, sitting here next to him.

His hand rested on yours, sending your heart into a tailspin. You felt zero fear as he brushed his thumb softly over your skin. His fingertips grazed the base of your ring finger, a tingling sensation running through you. As he looked down at your hand, you saw his pupils dilate and flush as his breath caught in his throat. This, this was a moment. No chatter. No speaking. Only the sounds of gasps, desire from the both of you. Hands that span both of your faces, as he pulled you into him. His lips pressed against yours, strong and bold. Tasting sweet and sinfully delicious. Your eyes opened slowly, the haze cleared from your vision. Pulling apart, you stared deeply into the pools of brown that were his eyes. Passion filling them, you were at his mercy. You couldn't find it in you to resist, instead, you helped him dispose of his tee.

You heard his sharp inhale, but you made no sound. It was only the start. His hands drifted over your skin, fingers entwining with yours as he laced his fingers around your wrists. It was only as he tugged them over his head and pressed your arms back against the seat that you realized what he wanted. He kept your hands down, his mouth now working on your neck. Tongue swirling, teeth nipping, kissing all the right places. You couldn't find it in you to stop him. He had your full attention, and you couldn't fight him off, the haze of passion clouding your thoughts. The lights strobe and flicker, an anthem to the music his mouth was making as he sucked and licked, driving you into a mindless frenzy.

You want him, you can't get enough of him. His mouth was magic on your skin. Your heart raced as his tongue swirled around your fingers, the lights flashing strobe light after flash of white and yellow. You wanted more, you needed him. You were a puddle of liquid desire, a mess of lust that was on display for all to see. You wanted to be filled, he was only the one to do it. His mouth opened as he spoke your name, his lips brushing against your ear. You were at his mercy, and he wanted to give you bliss. Clothes shed, his hands running along your bare stomach, fingers clasping at the back of your neck, pulling your head back to expose your throat, the lacy ichor of your lingerings laying in a sweet crust upon your skin. The flair of his fingers moved to spread the lips of pussy, exposing the entrance but not touching it. His hands swept back, tilting your head and angling your mouth for his lips to cover.

"I want you to watch me, ’mmkay?"

You couldn't manage anything but a moan into the feverish air, the skillful fingers twisting into your slick warmth. He slid one finger into the tight ring of muscle, searching for the one spot that would make you see stars. Your head fell back as he found the spot, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You were nothing but a slack-jawed puppet as his fingers continued to dance upon your clit. He found it all too easy to make you shake and squirm, his name a mantra upon your lips. He moved the first one, then a second finger into your slick heat. Twisting his fingers in quick flicks and deliberate swirls that had you going wild.

He looked up, catching your eyes as he played upon your clit. He knew just how to get you going, he knew your body better than anyone. He curled his fingers into a circle, massaging the spot just inside your walls. Your body shook, your vision darkening as he continued to work you up into a frenzy, your whole body stiff and unmoving. His fingers vacated you, and were only replaced by the warmth of his lips as he pressed them against your ear.

"Keep makin' a mess, cherry." He admonished, glistening juices shined all around his fingers, slimy ichor trickling down the inside of your thigh as he waved it under your nose, his tongue snaking out to lick the sweet nectar off his fingers. You felt sick and weak at your knees, you could only watch as he maneuvered you to open your mouth. He wagged the fingers under your nose, the taste of your filth filling your nostrils as you wanted nothing more than to taste it. On instinct you let your tongue peek out, licking up the ichor that dripped from his fingers, taking up every bit of drop before it melted away.

Pleased with your efforts as you felt more of his fingers sliding into your mouth, your tongue licking and rolling around them. He withdrew his fingers, placing them to the side as he brought them closer to his face, wiggling his fingers. You couldn't speak, too stunned that he was playing with your mouth like a puppet as he inspected his fingers. You had felt shame to the fullest, cum and saliva coated your mouth, and yet, he was proud of you. His hands clasped around your waist, you were situated in his lap, cock turgid and up against your stomach, the head of him hot and slick in the soiled pants. You were all ready to take him inside you, and yet, the foreboding of his cold touch lit a fire under your skin.

"Look at you... so fuckin' pretty. So good though, yeah?" He asked as he began gently rubbing your stomach and hips, your skin hypersensitive from your earlier contact. The dirty talk, the emasculation, and the promise of pleasure if you said yes. It was too much, and you felt yourself nodding eagerly to nothing, but the wanting of him drove you desperate.

The kick of his legs was fast, the buckles coming down and his muscles tightened to keep you steady on his thighs. The other one trapped your hands against his shoulders, as you were forced into a vulnerable position. "Please, Hinata .. fuck me.” Had you gone mad? Begging for him fueled you to say more, dirty and disgusting things but not one ounce of shame had been seen from you. His hand slid down your body, palming your ass cheek and pulling you closer as he positioned his thick head just under your slit. Thick with bulging veins, long and purple with blood, the bulbous head rested against your lips, wet from your earlier efforts. It was a sight you were yearning for.

He held you close, the slow buildup of him pushing up against you, every bit of him rubbing your nether lips and sending shivers down your spine, your belly tingling. He held you close, as he slowly but surely sank into your body, descending into your pussy sublime. A long moan escaped your lips as his cock made you dizzy, your jaw, and his girth spread you open, a fire spiking up to your scalp as your teeth chattered. As he hilted himself in your body, his hand clasped around your throat, his fingers pressing against your windpipe as his thumb rested under your jaw. He held you still, your head trapped under his hand as you were fucked ruthlessly.

The sweet bliss of him filling you up, the pain that brought tears to your eyes as he withdrew only to slam back into you. Your mind became hazy, all pain wiped away as he relentlessly drilled you. Each thrust brought you to the height of pleasure, as he used your body for his blissful haze, taking you away into oblivion. His name became nothing but a whisper, as you were left breathless, your mind unable to comprehend anything other than his thrusts. Each time he pulled out, your mind screamed out at you. He was taking your mind with him, and there was nothing you could do about it. Hinata knew just how you felt, tasted, sweet just like candy. So sweet and he couldn't be deprived of it, your tightening sex eased him to a fucked out state. His brown eyes met yours and the only thing you could see there was satisfaction, and bliss as if you were a drug to him.

A drug he couldn't get enough of. "C'mon cherry, keep making me feel good."

You tried to say something back, some words of agreement or praise to show him how good he made you feel but all that escaped was a broken cry as his hand pressed down on your throat. With every iota of voice, you had was denied, nothing but a gasp could be coming out — your face heavy from the sweat. Your eyes crossed together, eyelashes downcast, and your mouth agape, tongue rolling out to show the complete blissed-out look.

"Give it to me, my sweet cherry. Scream all your pretty vocals to me." His hand disappeared from your throat, sliding to the tight hole below your soaked pussy. He prodded at it, slick and ready for his fingers to invade it. You panted, trying to push him off but he held you down, ready to finger your ass and make you feel good. It was a tight fit with the head of his cock buried to the brim in your pussy, the perception had made you feel something too good for your good.

Your cumming blinded you in pleasure, your walls tightening around him as it brought you to the edge of sanity. Globs of your fluids flooded out, dripping down his cock as he kissed you with every thrust. Wet, messy tongues entwined as the sweetest feeling of ecstasy came over you. His palm erupting a squeak from your bitten-on lips, colliding down onto your cunt. Every inch of your body twitched as you were left breathless, every muscle aching and exhausted. Your limbs were heavy, unable to do anything but be held down by him.

Both your eyes were stuck to the cum dribbling down, a ring-forming as it gathered the fluid. Breathing heavy, you panted, feeling the air stream hit your overheated skin. Everything felt sticky and hot, the sweaty bodies mixing with the cream staining to the seats of his car. And yet through the tension in the air, you both wanted more. And that's what Hinata adored of you, wanting more of the same thing. Needing it till you got it.

"Cherry, you've got me, addicted baby." Hinata's words strung a beat in your heart, a bass hammering in your head. His fingers tapping at each curve of your chin, alerting you to face up at him with need. Breathing came heavy, as he gazed into your eyes, an animalistic lust shining. You felt dirty, basked in the aura of his stare.

Dirtier, even more, when your jaw relaxed, opening up and feeling the texture of his saliva falling straight onto your tongue. The taste of him filled your mouth, and yet the aftertaste of his cock was just as sweet, making you want more. You were sweet, just like candy, that drove his teeth to cavities. Hinata liked it, either way, savored for you. His lil’ candy girl.