#if I go to that little toy store again I might grab him and open him out of the box.

[junglemax]

things i will be forever mad abt: the wwe kyle o’reilly figures look SO much better than the aew ones

[ihavethedreamies]

Rough Love | Easy to Expert (3 v4)

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Han Jisung (Han) - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~3.1k

Dom!Han/Switch!Felix/Sub!Reader (AFAB)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Kinda Fluff

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Multiple Partners, Slight M/M (Kiss), Oral (M! and F! Receiving/Anal), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It)

Author's Note: Um…yeah this spiraled out of control. I am writing these in…descending/devolving order so the further I go the more intense these will get…so its only up (or down depending on how you see it) from here.

Edit (8/25/24): I changed the text/chat pictures to just text.

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"Your favorite color is red, right?" Felix asked out of nowhere. Jisung looked over at him, then back to the screen. An odd thing to ask while gaming…He was now curious and paused the game, setting the controller down.

"Why?"

"It is right?" Felix asked again and Jisung nodded, suspicious. Felix hummed and typed something into his phone that lay on the couch out of view of the other.

"Why?" He reiterated.

"I needed to tell (Y/N) what color to get." Is all Felix said.

"Why?" Jisung repeated. Felix was asking casually…too casually. When Felix didn't answer, Jisung lunged over him to grab his phone and the other guy yelled in protest, trying to wrestle him away. Unfortunately for your boyfriend, Jisung was stronger and managed to get away with the phone. Felix flopped onto the couch, glaring at the other as he scrolled through the phone.

☀️: They have animals, but I don't think anyone anywhere makes a Quokka set. 🐤: Is there like a chipmunk or a squirrel? ☀️: No...There is a set of mouse ears but they got with a Minnie Mouse set. 🐤: What do they have? ☀️: Fox, Dog, Cat, Rabbit, Horse, Cow... 🐤: Seriously, they have a cow set? 🐤: Okay. Do they have anything normal there or do you have to go to a different store? ☀️: No I can find something here...

Jisung scowled at the conversation and kept reading.

☀️: No I can find something here... ☀️: What's his favorite color? 🐤: Red

Three little dots bounced as you typed, and he waited nervously for what you might be saying.

🐤: Red ☀️: Red is popular. There is silk, lace, fishnet, leather...

What? Jisung was starting to put pieces together but was still confused. It didn't make sense.

"What the fuck is this?" Jisung held Felix's phone up to him and your boyfriend scrambled off the couch to grab the device. He looked at your newest message.

You were looking over the choices, feeling the different materials of the different sets. You glanced back at your phone, the dots popping up to show Felix was typing.

🐤: Pictures?

You huffed and snuck a pic of the display. Luckily the store was sorted by color, so the whole display was just lingerie sets in red.

"What is happening?" Jisung mumbled and opened his mouth to shout, and Felix waved his hand to call him over. He did so hesitantly, and your boyfriend showed him the picture you set. His face blossomed red, and he gaped.

"W-what?"

"Which do you like, on her?" Felix asked and his friend flinched back.

"What, why?"

"She picked you for a threesome." Felix shrugged. He wasn't dumb, he knew his friend would most likely agree. On the off chance he didn't, Felix could pick instead.

"A threesome!?" Jisung nearly screamed and the other man shushed him.

"Yeah. You in?"

"WHAT!?" The other man was trying to wrap his head around what was happening.

"You. In?"

"OF COURSE. Give me the phone!" Jisung shouted and yoinked the device from Felix, looking at the picture.

"Tell her to get the one on the top rack, second to last." He shoved the phone back to his friend who laughed and relayed the message.

🐤: Pictures? ☀️: Attachment Loading 🔄 ☀️: Attachment Sent 🔗 🐤: ✅ 🐤: He's in 🐤: Get the one with the black

You looked at your phone and smiled, feeling giddy. Unfortunately for you though you could not reach the one he picked so you had to signal to an employee. She stood on her tips toes and got it down for you and you held it up to make sure it was the right size.

"You need to try it on?" The worker asked and you shook your head.

"No, I've gotten this brand, so I know it’s right." You hooked the hanger on your arm and went to look at the thigh-highs and garters. You looked at the tag and it gave you the set number and you picked out the matching accessories.

"Your man sure is lucky." The worker cooed as you put the items on the counter to pay. You pulled out the card from your bag, it actually had Felix's name on it.

"Oh, he gave you his card?" She teased and you shook your head.

"Just for this. He's getting his friend to pay him back after." You realized what you let slip but tried to play it off.

"His friend, hm?" She just smirked, not pressing and you were grateful. You left the establishment and started back to your apartment. By the time you got home and had gotten all ready, the boys should be arriving.

True to your estimate, as you were straightening the thigh-highs you had on, the door dinged as Felix keyed in the code.

"You were all ready for this before I agreed?" You heard Jisung as they walked in.

"I knew you would." You could hear Felix too and knew he shrugged with his statement. You adjusted your headband; it was round black ears with red ribbons. Closest you could get to a Quokka. The actual lingerie was a red bra with black frills and the panties were crotchless, also with black frills. The thigh highs were black tight fishnet with red bows hiding the little lines of rubber that held them up. Your nails were painted every other red and black to match. Felix told you to wear the red liquid lipstick he got, but you were worried about getting it off since it was advertised to last 48 hours. A little ridiculous, who would need it on that long? The final touch was the butt plug you had to slide in yourself. There wasn't a matching tail to go with your set to add to the silicone plug, so you just got a simple black tail similar to a cat's. The only piece you already had was the black silk choker Felix got you some time back, a tag hanging off of it with his name on it. They were both giddy to see you all dressed up, Jisung even more so. He was still buzzing with the thrill of learning his friend's girlfriend wanted to fuck him too. For some reason, it made it even better that Felix was involved too. That was something to think about later.

"Love?"

"Ready!" you called back and bounced a bit on your toes, waiting for them both to come in. You were a bit shocked when Jisung came in first, expecting Felix to lead the way.

"Fuck, sweetheart~" He groaned. He still had his coat on even, and he very quickly shed it, throwing it to the ground. He was…eager, to say the least. Every item of clothing he removed he did so aggressively. You were too busy watching him to see Felix come in behind him. He snuck past him against the wall and his fingers brushed over your lower back as he passed, heading to the nightstand. The original plan was for you to start by helping Jisung undress, but he was moving fast. He untied his scarf, nearly choking himself in the process of taking it off. A button popped off his shirt as he nearly ripped it open, and your mouth watered when he got his tank top off as well. His tiny little waist and broad shoulders matched with his muscular arms and defined veins were delicious. He looked so good; you had made a good choice.

"J-Ji-" You tried to slow him down, coming forward to lay your hands on him. When you got close enough, he pulled you to him and you yelped. Your bare stomach pressed to his, and you could feel his hard cock straining against his jeans. Before you could say another word, his lips sealed over yours, swallowing your squeak. Felix didn't say anything, or move to stop him, so you relaxed. His hands wandered your form, and he groaned as his hand rubbed over your butt, and lightly tugged at the tail of your plug. You squeaked again and stumbled, resting your hands on the waist band of his pants to steady yourself.

"Slow down, Ji." Felix came up behind you and you pulled back, gasping for breath and Jisung stared you down. His eyes were practically on fire, and you jumped, startled when Felix's cold hands came to rest on your waist above where Jisung was fondling the flesh of your butt. Your boyfriend started to kiss along the side of your neck and over your shoulder. You whimpered, trying to tilt your head to allow him better access, but the other man descended to the other side and laid searing kisses there himself. Jisung's were rougher and he nibbled and sucked, Felix was licking your skin more.

"Felix? The rules?" You prompted and he grunted, grinding his own hard on into the cleft of your ass, pressing against the plug. You huffed and Jisung's hands moved from your butt, one going to the back of your head, pulling you back into a kiss. You felt his arm brush your side, and he hooked his finger into the belt loop of Felix's jeans and pulled him to grind into you again. As Jisung wrestled his tongue with yours, Felix's hand buried under your panties and stroked two fingers through your slick folds. The speed and intensity were already making your head swim, you had to steady yourself again with your hand on Jisung's chest. You whined when he pulled away and he let you go, stepping back so he could remove his pants. Your hand went behind you to palm Felix's bulge as he fucked two of his fingers into you, pressing against your back wall to nudge the plug. Your focus went back to the other man as his pants fell and he smirked as you watched intently. His fingers slowly hooked in the waist band of his tight black boxer briefs, pulled it up and over the tip of himself and let the garment fall. You nearly gasped. He was the same length as your boyfriend, but thicker. Your mouth watered and your cunt clenched around Felix's fingers. He smirked against your neck and as he removed his digits, he swirled them around your clit.

"Go." He lightly smacked your butt, and you scurried forward to kneel before Jisung. You marveled at his dick; he was so pretty in so many ways. As you reached to wrap your hand around him, he noticed Felix fiddling with his phone and you yiped when the toy flared to life, buzzing inside you. Felix still had not stated the rules, and you thought he might have mentioned them earlier to Jisung. Though, since the other man immediately shoved his tongue in your mouth, you weren't sure.

"Don't worry, love. I won't let him do anything you don't like." Felix assured and you nodded back at him, looking up at Jisung nervously. You knew the two were close, but there was something else flittering in the air. You were used to cute, soft little Jisung, a sweet smiling Quokka. This was almost a different man, there was a dark blaze in his eyes and an extremely cocky grin spread over his face.

"Open up, sweetheart." His thumb stroked your bottom lip, and you removed your hand from the base of his cock, your fingers couldn't even touch.

"F-Felix?" you called out, still looking up at Jisung.

"I'm okay with it, love." He answered and so you opened your mouth wide, tongue out. The man before you huffed, smug, then his hand dug into your hair and he fucked his fat cock into your hot, wet mouth, and down your throat. You keened as your nose hit his groin. He smirked down at you, your eyes already watering and looking up at him wide.

"Here, 'Lix." He motioned to your boyfriend who sidled up to you both and you felt him kneel behind you. One hand wrapped softly around your throat; it was bulging with his friends length buried in it. He could tell you were needing air and nodded to Jisung who pulled his hips back, and you sucked in air harshly through your nose when you finally could.

"That's her limit." Felix told Jisung who hummed and then he started to fuck your face. You tried not to moan too much, but your jaw ached in the best way. Felix grinded his still covered hard-on into your backside, holding your head in place for Jisung, his other hand rubbing over your stomach.

"Good girl, love." He cooed in your ear and a tear flowed over your cheek, face red. He allowed you to breathe every so often, but your vision still spotted, more from ecstasy than lack of air. You weren't sure why your normally, still soft, dominant boyfriend was letting his friend take control. You were far from complaining, however.

"I'm gonna cum, sweetheart." Jisung grunted and he pulled out further and you sucked in air and Felix nodded for him to go head, so he buried his cock as deep as he could and came. You swallowed over and over, gagging slightly as he pumped the hot and thick substance into you. Your cunt clenched, and Felix smiled to himself that you didn't cum yourself. You always did with him. When the other man pulled out, you fell back into your boyfriend, panting. Jisung's dick was still half-hard, drool and cum dripping from him and down your chin.

"Hm, so good, (Y/N)." He smirked and you flinched a bit when Felix's hand on your throat moved to wipe the fluid from your bottom lip. You were even more shocked when he sucked it off his thumb himself.

"You like Ji's cock, love?" You nodded in response, and you stood up at your boyfriend's prompting. Jisung snapped his fingers and Felix pulled something from his pocket and tossed it to him. It was a green lubrication bottle, melon flavored. He looked over the label and you shuffled nervously before Felix led you to the bed. Instead of having you lay on your back at the end of the bed, Jisung followed and laid on his back in the middle of the bed. Felix had you lean over, and you whined as he pulled the still buzzing plug out.

"Come here, sweetheart." Jisung called. Looking at your boyfriend, he nodded, and went to literally sit on his face. Facing toward Felix still, Jisung smirked and squeezed a glob of gel straight onto your pucker, rubbing it around then into you. It made you mewl, and he tossed the bottle down the bed, then his hands grabbed your hips, arms around your upper thighs.

"Ah!" You squealed when he pulled you down on him, his tongue thrusting into your hole. His tongue was even more dexterous than Felix's and longer too. You whimpered when he moved your hips himself, letting his tongue flick over your clit. He licked through your folds, then his tongue slid into your cunt, before going back to your ass. You finally looked up at your boyfriend. He had finally removed his pants and was standing at the end of the bed, stroking his cock. When your eyes met, he joined you two on the bed, then stood on the mattress so your face was level with his cock. You whined and obediently opened your mouth so Felix could slide in. Your eyes rolled at the familiar taste, and he smirked and started thrusting. With Jisung's tongue in your ass and Felix's cock in your mouth, your poor little pussy was feeling quite empty. When your boyfriend pulled back, you whimpered, and he huffed a laugh.

"Move down, sweetheart." Jisung got you off his face and you shuffled down as Felix sat on the bed himself. He shifted and settled himself between Jisung's legs, their cocks nearly brushing each other so they were in the right spots. You saw where it was heading and were a bit nervous. You were used to Felix inside your ass, and Jisung was thicker by a good bit. It was hard for you to wrap your head around what you saw as a submissive move on Felix's part to Jisung.

"Can you take both at the same time?" Felix asked and you nodded nervously, willing to try though.

"Good girl, sweetheart." Jisung cooed and wrapped his hands around your upper waist, your boyfriend’s on your lower hips. They helped you adjust, Felix kissing over your upper chest and the other man sucking hickeys over your shoulder blades. Your skin was on fire already, so when the heads of their cocks both pressed at both your entrances, it was like falling in lava. You let out a high-pitched moan, nearly squealing as they filled you, inch by inch. They were about the same length, but Jisung's thicker cock spreading you at the same time as your boyfriend's cock filled your cunt. They let you adjust after burying to the hilt, each one had a leg draped over the other's hip to be close enough for the position to work. Because you were shorter than them both, you were all about level and you shivered, trying to get used to being so incredibly full. Jisung shifted and you squeaked, his hand sneaking past your peripheral sight. You thought he was going to wrap his hand around your throat, pull you to him, but it instead went to the back of Felix's head. You blinked and gasped when Felix moved at Jisung's behest. Your boyfriend thrusted into you, and you fell forward onto his chest. You tipped your head to watch as Jisung pulled Felix closer, then sealed his lips to the other man's. Your walls clenched at the sight, kind of in shock. Felix was a bit surprised as well, but he just rolled with it. You wondered if your boyfriend was like this with any of the other boys, or just Jisung. When the one behind you let Felix go, he nipped the other's lower lip. Felix panted, burying his head in your neck, moaning softly. He had never been so submissive before and you both gasped when Jisung jumped his hips up, thrusting into you hard.

"Kay, 'Lix." He nodded and laid back more so he could leverage off the bed with his back pressed into the mattress. Felix's hips were forced up along with Jisung's with each trust, and he more grinded into you than anything, letting his friend do more of the work. Without both of them holding you, you would have fallen, your body shaking and weak as they fucked the sense out of you. Everything burned in the best way, and you felt tears flow down your cheeks as you whimpered over and over.

"J-Jisung!" Felix grunted and you could feel his cock twitch, signifying he was close.

"Hold on, 'Lix." His friend groaned, his hips pumping harder, and you hiccupped, trying to catch your breath.

"Okay, cum." Jisung ordered, and you weren't sure if he was talking to Felix or you, but all three of you fell apart together. Your insides filled with heat, so much that it spurted around the edge of where their cocks met you, making a sticky mess. Both you and Felix fell, boneless, him on the bed and you on top of him. Jisung chuckled, sitting up and you keened as he withdrew from you. He smiled at the sight of you two and Felix stroked your hair as you panted on top of him.

"Didn't know you were so rough, Ji~" You mewled as he got off the bed. He huffed amused and Felix mumbled into your ear, "neither did I.”

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sebby wants to have a dog after the interview with little puppies?

He is such a sweet one, so we need sweet puppies with Sebby, please.🫶🫶

I love this one!🥰 that’s one of my favorite interviews Seb has done🩵 Sebastian Stan and puppies is the cutest thing ever🥹

Puppy Love » Sebastian Stan

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Sebastian’s girlfriend (the reader) surprises Sebastian with a puppy after the puppy interview.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness and sweetness, crying (happy tears), kissing, pet names (baby, babe)

Note: The name I chose for the puppy is Mickey. Yes, I was thinking of Sebastian’s character Mickey Henry from Monday, but I was also thinking of Mickey Mouse when I came up with it. Y’all can think of a different name if you’d like!

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Did you watch it?!” Sebastian asks with excitement in his voice.

“Yes I did and it’s the cutest video ever!” You smiled, kissing his stubbly cheek.

Sebastian just got home from filming a video with puppies. He’s been taking about puppies nonstop since he got home. You’ve never seen him this happy and excited, except for when he gets a role in a new movie.

“Puppies are so cute, soft, and cuddly!” He smiles.

“They are!” You agreed.

“I wish I had one! That would be so cool!” He says.

You smiled to yourself and got to thinking. Sebastian always surprises you and buys you things so why not surprise him for a change. Sebastian has a meeting today and that’s perfect for what you’re going to do. You’re going to surprise him with a puppy. Lucky for you, one of your guys’ neighbors had puppies!

“What’s got you all smiley today?” Sebastian asks as he got dressed.

“Nothing in particular. Just my handsome boyfriend.” You smiled.

“Well, in that case, my beautiful girlfriend makes me smile.” He says with a smile.

Sebastian walked to the bed and kissed you sweetly.

“You know, I could be late to that meeting.” He says, smirking against your lips.

“I don’t think so, Mr. Stan.” You giggled, playfully pushing him away.

“How the hell could you turn down a fun offer like that?” He asks with a small laugh.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of it, but I have something important to do today.” You say, rubbing your hands up and down on his chest.

“I better be on your To Do list cause you’re on mine.” He says, kissing your lips again.

“Later! Now go!” You laughed, pushing him towards the door.

“Ok, ok! First, just let me…” He kisses and hugs you one more time.

“Seb!” You whined.

Sebastian grabs his things and pecks your lips one last time.

“I love you, baby!” Sebastian says, opening the door.

“I love you too, Sebby!” You say as he walked out of the door.

Once the door closed, you ran back to yours and his bedroom to get ready for the day. Then you went to the pet store to buy things a puppy might need. Like food, food and water dishes, a collar, toys, a bed, and other essentials puppies need. That’s when your favorite part of the day comes. Puppy time! You went to your neighbor’s house and luckily she had one puppy left.

“He’s so cute and tiny!” You say with a smile, holding a small white puppy.

“I’m sure Sebastian will love him.” Daniella, your neighbor, says.

“Oh he will! Well, I gotta get home before he does. Thank you so much, Daniella!” You smiled, giving her a quick hug.

“You’re welcome, Y/N! I hope he enjoys his surprise!” She says.

“Me too!” You say.

You left her house and walked back down the street to yours and Sebastian’s house. You had everything set up for the puppy. You just need to put the collar on him.

“Your new daddy should be home any minute!” You say.

Once you got the collar comfortably around the puppy’s neck, the door opened.

“Baby, I’m home! Where are you?” Sebastian’s voice rang through the house.

“Living room!” You shouted back.

You put the puppy on the floor and he ran up to Sebastian as soon as he walked into the living room. Sebastian’s eyes widened in shock and surprise.

“Y/N… where did this puppy come from?” He asks, looking down at the puppy.

“One of our neighbors. Isn’t he cute?” You asked.

“Yes, but what’s he doing here?” He asks, still looking at the puppy.

“He’s yours!” You smiled.

Sebastian looked at you and looked back at the puppy.

“Holy shit, are you serious?!” He asks, unable to control his excitement and emotions.

“Yes!” You say.

Sebastian picked up the tiny puppy and hugged him. The puppy gave Sebastian kisses all over his face. Tears of joy filled his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.

“Aww Sebby, don’t cry.” You say, wiping his tears away with your thumbs.

“I can’t help it. He’s so tiny and cute! This is the best present I’ve ever gotten!” He smiles.

Sebastian sat down on the couch with the puppy in his arms. You sat down next to them.

“What are you going to name him?” You asked, petting the puppy’s head.

“Umm…” Sebastian looks at the puppy for a moment. “Mickey.” He says.

“Like your character Mickey Henry from Monday?” You asked.

“Actually, I was thinking of Mickey Mouse.” He says with a smile.

“That’s adorable.” You smiled.

Sebastian leaned over and kissed you passionately.

“I love you so much, babe.” Sebastian says against your lips.

“I love you too, Sebby.” You say.

Mickey interrupted you guys with a squeaky bark making you two laugh and look down at him.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t forget about you, Mickey.” Sebastian says, giving him kisses.

You and Sebastian spent the rest of the day playing with Mickey. Sebastian took so many pictures of Mickey, sending them to everyone he knows. It’s safe to say that you and Mickey are Sebastian’s world.

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If y’all need me, I’m gonna rewatch the puppy interview with Sebastian Stan!🐶🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[kaydens-agere]

Peter's Grocery Store || Regressing Peter Parker/Spider-Man & Caregiver Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Under the cut!! I might make a moodboard or smth for this later instead of the gifs but I wanted to get this posted cuz I'm very excited about it and its something my little has wanted for ages so here yall go :P

After a very long day of fighting bad guys, Wade is finally home. He takes his mask off as he opens the door to see Peter, carefully lining up an array of items from around the house on the coffee table. He has his fluffy blue blanket wrapped around him, a telltale sign that he's little. Peter looks up as Wade walks in and grins.

"Hi, Daddy." he says quietly as he puts a packet of lunchables on the table.

"Hey bub, what'cha up to?" Wade sets his mask and duffel bag down, smiling gently at Peter, with makes him blush and giggle.

"Making my grocery store!" he replies proudly with a big smile.

"Your grocery store, huh? I dunno if we have the funds for that, Petey-pie." Wade quickly scoops him up, earning a squeal and a giggle from Peter.

"Hey, I'm busy!" Peter nuzzles himself into Wade's arms, despite grumbling and pouting about being picked up.

"Alright, alright. I'll put'ya down." Wade sets Peter back down and lightly kisses his forehead.

"What's for sale in the grocery store of yours, anyway?"

Peter gives Wade a mischievous grin but doesn't answer the question. Wade inspects the table to see what Peter is selling.

"Hey, this is just stuff from around our house, bud." he ruffles his hair.

"Yeah, well, you'll have to buy it back" Peter sticks out his tongue in return.

Wade lovingly rolls his eyes and snorts. He peers into the bag that Peter's pulling stuff from and gasps when he sees something of his.

"Hey! This is my unicorn backpack, what gives?" he quickly retrieves the item from the plastic bag.

Peter huffs and grabs it back. "Nuh! It's for sale now." he pouts and sets it on the table away from Wade.

Wade smirks. "I see how it is. How much is it if I wanna buy it back then?"

"It's not open yet! You have to wait." Peter pulls the last few items from the bag.

"Alright, alright!" Wade puts up his hands in surrender.

After he sets the items down, he stands up and places his hands on his hips.

"Daddy! I'm finished." he giggles excitedly and grabs Wade's hand to drag him to the door.

"Where are we going, kiddo?" Wade laughs as he's being dragged away.

"To the door, silly! You have to come into the store. Have you never been to one?"

Peter's always very sassy with Wade while he's little, but he thinks it's adorable.

"Oh, my deepest apologies, sweetheart. How could I forget how a store works? How silly of me." Wade says sarcastically and puts his hand on his chest.

Peter sticks out his tongue again and runs behind the table.

"Okay! You can come now. Welcome to the grocery store!" he bounces and fidgets behind the table and it takes all of Wade's might to not scoop him up and shower him with kisses.

"Wow, this store is inviting." Wade playfully struts over to the table to get Peter to giggle, and he kneels down and looks at the shop's "stock".

There's a few of Peter's toys, a giant bag of flour, three packs of lunchables, a hairbrush and Wade's aforementioned unicorn backpack. He decides to go for that.

"Okay, you gotta tell me how much for that backpack, baby boy."

"Hm..." Peter looks down thoughtfully before replying. "Fifty thousand million!"

Wade plays along with a dramatic gasp.

"In this economy, kiddo?! Man, even the readers are shocked! Or maybe they're not depending on their living situation..."

"Wha?" Peter tilts his head.

"Nothing, sweetie. Don't worry about it." Wade ruffles his hair.

"You gonna pay up or what?" Peter sasses him again, and Wade rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, you little brat. I'm payin'" he pulls his wallet out of his pocket (he finally started carrying it with him). He pulls out a $5 note and hands it to Peter. He inspects the note carefully.

"This isn't quite enough, but..." he pauses for dramatic effect. "Because you're my daddy and I love you, I suppose this will suffice."

Wade can't hold in his laugh. Sometimes Peter likes to use somewhat sophisticated language when he's small, and he finds it adorable.

"Aww, thank you buddy. You're very kind." Wade takes the backpack of the table and slings it around his shoulder.

"You're welcome, daddy." Peter walks around the table to give Wade a big hug. He tenderly leans down slightly and kisses Peter on the forehead.

"I love you so much, my little angel."

He hears Peter's flustered giggles and smiles.

"I love you too, daddy."

[chiiyuuvv]

the claw of success 🧸 h. jinsik

jinsik helps you get that plushie that you've always wanted, but under one condition

classmate!jinsik x fem!reader exactly 0.5k words omo

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“Do you need any help?” a gasp leaves your lips as you put a hand over your fast beating heart, looking over your shoulder to find the owner of the voice that scared you out of your trance. There stood ham jinsik, the boy who had a massive crush on you and was unwilling to take ‘no’ for an answer. But you never felt uncomfortable with the amount of times he confessed to you, you actually found it a little cute how determined he was to make you his. “You’ve been stuck on this game for like..” he looks down at his phone for the time, “ever.”

The annoyed look you give him makes him chuckle, a hand running through your hair in frustration as you look at the object that you wanted to kick – a claw machine. Stored in its plastic, rectangular jail cell was a white pup that came with a blue hat that you wanted dearly.. But you also wanted your tokens to play other games, you know? “I so got this,” you argue, ignoring the eyebrow raise that jinsik gives you in return, sliding another token into the slot and reattempting your game for the hundredth time. But alas, you groan in defeat after a minute or two.

Jinsik felt a bit bad under his cocky gaze, patting your shoulder when he suddenly gets an idea. “Yeah, i know I didn’t get the plushie leave me–”

“I can help you.”

“What?”

“I can help you, only if you go out on a date with me in return.” anyone who walked by could slice the tension with a knife, the flabbergasted look on your face making jinsik regret his words, but who knows? Maybe this might actually work. So he carefully pushes your frozen body to the side, slipping in a token of his own as he begins to work his magic. He grabs the joystick with ease, just like he’s been practicing, giving it small nudges to reach the location of your plush, hitting one of the bottoms so the claw would hover over the cute toy. “Aha!” his eyes close with a gigantic smile on his face, turning over to face you with a smirk on his lips, but it disappears when he watches you giggle.

“Uh.. jinsik?” you point to the claw machine, and how the toy was still hitting in its place. “It’s okay though, I don't want you wasting your money because of me.” you laugh, reassuring him when his mouth opens to say something, but nothing comes out.

“What.. that should have totally worked. Wait i’ll do that again–”

“It's fine, seriously. And you know what? I’m still going out with you, no matter if you win or not.” jinsik’s eyes widen when you get on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, his entire face going red as he stands there, frozen. How did that still work?? Jinsik doesn't know, but that doesn’t mean he's not happy about it.

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[je-mama]

This is my first ever real fic, so spare me if there's spelling mistakes and all that sort of stuff X)

This is like dad Daryl-ish, where he meets a little girl and soon enough becomes her "father", or that's what it feels like.

Warning: nothing rlly

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"Rachel!" You heard your mother whisper to you, pulling you into a closet.

"What are you doing mama?" Rachel asked, looking up at her mother who's pushing herself into the closet aswell.

"We're going to play a game of silence, yeah? Who stays silent the longest wins, ready?" She whispered into her ear, holding her close. Rachel nodded, keeping her mouth shut, not knowing what was going on.

Soon they both heard people breaking into the store they've been hiding in, and due to the sudden noise, Rachel starts to tug her mother's shirt.

"Mama?" She whispered, but quickly shut up when her mother puts her hand over her mouth.

And soon, the closet door flew open, her mother taken out and Rachel being left alone, in a cold, dark closet. All she heard for the last few minutes were her mother's prayers, praying them to not hurt her baby girl, to leave her alive.

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A few days later Rick, Daryl and Glenn went on a run for food, water, whatever is and will be useful.

Rachel was still in that same closet, hungry, cold and absolutely terrified. But then she heard people come close. So she decided to carefully step out of it.

At the sudden noise, Daryl, who is grabbing some canned meat, turns his head around. Only to see a little girl whose no older than 7.

"What're ya doing here?" He asked, frowning at the little girl.

Which Rachel didn't reply to, only staring at him before taking a step back. She shook her head, too afraid to talk.

"C'mere kid, I ain't gonna hurt you." He mumbled, holding his hand out.

"No talking to strangers." Said Rachel, knowing that her mother taught her to never talk to people she doesn't know.

"You saw me, I saw you. We ain't strangers no more." He said in a slightly annoyed tone, slinging the bag over his shoulder.

"We got a save place, food, water, shelter..." He added, walking towards the little girl.

"C'mon. Just come. We're gonna get food for ya." He said as I held his hand out once again and Rachel took his hand into hers this time.

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Daryl, Glenn, Rick and Rachel all came back to Alexanderia, where others were surprise that a little girl came by.

Everyone accepted Rachel though, and Daryl took her in. Mainly because Rachel trusts him, and wouldn't let go off his side, like a damn koala.

But he'll gladly accept it, if she's happy he's happy, if she thinks of him as her father then she's his daughter.

"Kid. I gotta go." I mumbled, trying to get her to listen.

"No! Dont go!" She whined, holding onto his hand.

"I'll be back soon. Might get ya a toy or sum'." He sighed, pushing her hand away before walking off, leaving Rachel alone.

She doesn't like being alone, not after her mother died, but she's willing to accept it since she might get a new toy.

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Hours later Daryl came back, putting his crossbow on the coffee table before taking a deep breath.

"Rachel! Come 'ere!" He called out, which Rachel heard and ran towards her father.

"Yeah?" She said with a smile, hoping she got a new toy.

"Got you somethin', you like cats right?" He asked, which Rachel nodded excitedly to.

"Here ya go." He said as he gave her a cat plushie.

Rachel quickly took it from him, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Thank you! Thank you daddy!" She smiled wider, hugging the plushie to her chest.

She hugged Daryl soon after, which Daryl first reacted a bit uncomfortable with but soon enough hugged her back.

"Glad you're happy with it." He whispered, smiling softly as he saw his daughter with a bright smile on her face.

[jmflowers]

For hygge (sorry if I misspelled it). Maya and Carina having to go appliance shopping (washer, dryer, dishwasher, etc) broke while Maya was on shift. Her and Carina decide to go after Maya’s shift. Maya is checking out all the appliances and seeing which one has the better deal, better warranty, uses less electricity & or water. Carina is tired and pregnant and trying to keep a toddler entertained and just wants Maya to hurry up. Maya finally decides and tries to make it up to her wife by stopping by her favorite fast food restaurant to grab dinner and something sweet for Carina.

I am so not used to getting really detailed prompts, so I didn't follow this exactly. But I hope you like it just the same!

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August 2025

“This one has a five-year warranty,” Maya calls out, reading the information tag hanging on the side of the washing machine. “But that only covers repairs, not replacement.”

“Mhm,” Carina hums from somewhere behind her.

“That three-year warranty might be a better deal,” Maya continues, looking between the two indecisively. “Except, that other one without the warranty is more efficient than both of these.”

“Bambina,” Carina huffs, finally drawing Maya’s attention away from the row of appliances she’s been perusing for the better part of an hour. She’s holding tight to the handle of the shopping cart, her body tipped just enough to relieve some of the pressure on her spine. Her free hand rubs at the tight muscles in her lower back, the weight of her 36-week belly clearly getting to her.

Maya pales, suddenly cluing back into reality.

“I do not care if it breathes fire,” Carina hisses, laying a hand atop Andrea’s beloved stuffed ostrich before he can launch it out of the shopping cart… again. “Please, please just pick one so we can go home.”

They’ve been in their new house for only a couple of weeks. Already, the laundry has piled up – new bedding and Andrea’s mud-covered clothes from afternoons spent in the new backyard and stacks of baby clothes that need to be folded and put away before their daughter arrives. And, of course, the ancient washing machine that had come with the house had decided it was perfect timing to officially fall apart.

Maya recognizes that realistically, she’s not being overly rational. She doesn’t need to study efficiency and water usage and warranty details to make the correct choice. The selection of machines before her are all acceptable, all financially-sound decisions.

But there’s a baby in Carina’s belly – her  baby – and that fact alone seems endlessly capable of making her spiral.

It feels like they’re living the weeks before Andrea’s birth all over again.

“I’m sorry,” Maya swears, stepping towards Carina. She holds out her hands, an unspoken offering of the massage or belly-lifting Carina’s been gratefully accepting lately.

Carina shakes her head, though, her frustration and exhaustion evident. She catches the stuffed ostrich again, sighing heavily as Andrea wails loudly at the betrayal. “We will be in the car,” she says, maneuvering the shopping cart back towards the front of the store.

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“I’m sorry,” Maya repeats as she climbs into the driver’s seat.

Carina has reclined the passenger seat as far as it will go, the pillow she takes everywhere now shoved beneath her lower back. Her eyes are closed, but she winces still as Andrea roars a little too loudly, one of his toy dinosaurs flying across the backseat and crashing roughly against the rear passenger window, mere inches from Carina’s head.

“Andrea,” she scolds without opening her eyes, “Non lanciamo giocattoli.” (We don’t throw toys.)

“’dactyl!” Andrea yells, as though the fact that the toy he’s thrown is a pterodactyl  is explanation enough for its flight.

“Inside voice,” Maya reminds him, turning in her seat to catch his eye.

He nods, pressing a finger to his lips as he smiles. “’dactyl,” he whispers. “Mama sleep?” he asks a moment later, brows furrowed as he looks at Carina.

“Yeah,” Maya answers, smirking when Carina’s own brow furrows. “Mama needs something yummy to wake her up. What do you think?”

The suggestion splits Andrea’s face into a wide grin, one of his little fingers tapping against his chin in his learned rendition of thinking. “’Misu?” he suggests.

“Good idea,” Maya praises him, smiling even wider when the corner of Carina’s lips lift. “And maybe some eggplant parmigiano, to make up for how long Mommy took in the store?”

“Long,” Andrea echoes.

Carina’s hand drifts across the console, landing gently on Maya’s thigh.

“Hopefully,” Maya continues, “Mama will forgive Mommy when our brand new washing machine gets delivered tomorrow, and Mommy can get back to work washing everything for baby Pip?”

Andrea’s brow furrows again, that little finger drifting back up to his chin. “Maybe,” he repeats, clearly trying to gather the words for whatever else is on his mind.

Carina peeks an eye open, watching him, too.

“Maybe,” he says again, “Mama get rub, rub, rub.”

Maya laughs, reaching into the backseat to grab hold of Andrea’s shoe. Their little boy squeals, delighted but immediately pulling himself out of the grasp. “I think you’re right,” Maya agrees, enamoured with his intelligence. “I think Mama does need a massage, too.”

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Yeosang swore it wouldn’t be hard to take care of his son, Yujun, and Wooyoung’s son, Hunter… the task proves to be more difficult than he originally thought. Pairing: none (Yeosang x fem!reader at the end) Tropes: parent au Genre: fluff, slice of life Rating: G Warnings: children getting lost, tears Word Count: 1,179 Note: @songmingisthighs this is all your fault again

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“You promise to be good while I take Junghoon to the doctor?” Wooyoung questions the five-year-old.

“Promise!” Hunter replies, saluting his dad.

Wooyoung gives him a skeptical look before smiling at his younger son. Without a second wasted, he knocks on the front door of the home. Rather loud pattering gets muffled through the door, followed by a very hyper child opening the door.

“Kang Yujun, what did I tell you about answering the door without me?” Yeosang calls after him.

Yujun giggles, “It’s Uncle Woo and Hunter! Not bad people!”

“Debatable,” Yeosang says under his breath, “next time, wait for me, okay?”

He ruffles the boy’s hair. Yujun whines and fixes his hair again, mumbling under his breath that his mom did it this morning already.

“Thanks for watching him again. I’d take him with me, but I cannot handle both him and Junghoon being sick at the same time.” Wooyoung explains.

“It’s nothing. You know these two are practically attached at the hip as it is.”

Hunter pushes past his uncle and grabs Yujun’s wrist, dragging the boy upstairs to begin their shenanigans. Wooyoung huffs and shakes his head.

“How did we manage to both have crazy sons, born the same day at that.”

“Probably a punishment for being your friend.” Yeosang teases.

Wooyoung shoves his shoulder, “Seriously though, you’ll be okay with both of them?”

“Do you think I’m an incapable dad?” The older raises his eyebrow.

“No, not at all… I just know they’re a bit crazier when they’re together.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t lose him.”

It’s about an hour later when you text him asking if he can run over to the mall to buy Minjae, Hongjoong’s son, a birthday present. Explaining that bringing Hunter and Yujun would be fine since they’ll want to help pick out their friend’s gift.

“Boys!” Yeosang calls up the stairs, “You wanna go to the mall and buy Minjae a birthday present?”

There isn’t a verbal response. Instead, there’s a rumble of small feet bolting down the stairs. Yujun and Hunter are panting and already trying to find where their shoes are to be on their way out the door. Yeosang lets out a light chuckle watching the two five-year-olds try to get themselves ready.

“Daddy,” Yujun whines, looking up at him with a pout, “my shoes.”

“Hmm?” Yeosang responds, “I can’t understand you when you whine, Jun.”

Yujun pouts again, “I need help tying my shoes, please.”

“There we go!” Yeosang responds, kneeling down to help his son tie his shoe.

Hunter seems like he’s about to explode with excitement. His little body is bouncing incessantly by the front door. Yeosang had no idea how or when the other boy got his shoes on, but he’s not complaining. Yeosang gently tucks a piece of hair behind his ear before helping the boys put on their jackets, followed by putting his own on.

“Let’s get going then.”

“Daddy, can we go to the toy store?” Yujun enthuses once they’re in the mall.

“Yeah! Can we? Can we, Uncle Yeosang?” Hunter adds on.

“We’re here to get Minjae a present, not to buy toys for ourselves, okay?” Yeosang reminds them.

“Yes, Daddy!” Yujun enthuses, saluting him.

“Can we get candy for ourselves, though?” Hunter asks, eyes already fixated on the colorful store.

Yeosang sighs, “Not today, Hunter. Your dad might kill me if I send you home sugared up.”

Hunter pouts but still follows after his uncle as they trek further toward the toy store. One thing about Yeosang, if he has a goal, he won’t be stopped until it’s completed. Of course, he always is on high alert when his son is with him. Yujun is always very good about being close to him when they go out, though. He’s never had to worry too much about him wandering off. So when he looks to his side and doesn’t see either Yujun or Hunter, his heart drops through his ass. You and his best friend were about to murder him. He immediately starts going back in the way he came from, hoping they just got distracted by one of the seating areas that they passed by. When Hunter is involved though, anything could be happening.

He’s on high alert, trying to hear or see anything that could lead to where his son and nephew could be. He thinks his heart may burst through his chest with how hard it’s beating. All he can think about right now is finding the kids and not letting you or Wooyoung end up behind bars for killing him.

That’s when he hears it. A very familiar cry, one he doesn’t hear too often, but he knows it well. Yujun, it’s Yujun’s cry. Yeosang practically runs through the mall to find Yujun sitting on the floor sobbing while Hunter is completely unbothered beside him. They’re in front of that brightly colored candy store Hunter so desperately wanted to go to on their way to the toy shop.

The moment he’s within reach, Yeosang scoops Yujun up into his arms and holds him as tight as he can. The five-year-old continues to cry but slowly calms down as he breathes in his father’s comforting scent.

“I got you, baby. I’m here.” Yeosang soothes.

“We didn’t mean it.” Yujun sniffles, “H-Hunter saw the candy a-a-an-and we wanted to look at it more.”

“It’s okay, Junnie. I’m right here now. Take deep breaths for me. Calm down.” he soothes more.

“Uncle Yeosang,” Hunter calls, “we won’t tell Daddy and Yujun’s mommy if you buy us candy.” he offers with a wide smile.

“You are your father’s son, huh?”

Hunter giggles, “So? Can we?”

“Can I put you down now, Junnie?” Yeosang asks softly, placing his son down when he nods, “You boys need to pinky promise not to tell Mommy or Hunter’s daddy, okay?”

“Okay!” Hunter agrees, putting his pinky out to Yeosang.

Yeosang links his pinky with Hunter’s smaller one. He then links his pinky with Yujun and places a small kiss on his forehead to further soothe the still sniffly boy. They do end up being able to choose some candy each and also get their friend his birthday present. Hunter was over the moon, managing to get his way. Yujun was a bit more clingy, but Yeosang, of course, expected that after getting lost in such a big place. The entire drive home Yeosang continuously checked on the two children, even after they fell asleep halfway through the ride.

“How was the mall, boys?” you ask with a light chuckle when you hear both kids and your husband walk through the door.

“Uncle Yeosang lost us!” Hunter exclaims.

“I-” you try to formulate your thoughts, “I’m sure he didn’t lose you, Hunter.”

“Mommy,” Yujun says softly, “Daddy did lose us. I think I need cuddles.”

You pick him up and immediately find your way to the couch to comfort your little boy.

“Hi hon-”

“Don’t you ‘hi honey’ me you lost my baby.” you huff.

“Jung Hunter, you promised not to say anything!”

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[lamentingocean]

Sword Demon 7/11 Worker X Rich Reader

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Warning: , pet calling, a bit of NSFW (daily dose of that sweetness) a bit of bullying and stupid fucking customers.

~Work made by Ocean~

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I graduated high school and turned into a billionaire by the time I started my own business. I didn't apply for college at the time since college seems to be a farce to most graduates. most people say that college is hell. but it's an optional school to go to as a young adult. it's a school of hell but also a school of extra learning to survive in life. to most people who don't want to learn to survive life tend to insult school like it's an abusive parent on the internet, while the people who do want to be successful embrace the hardship, and stress that school has. I have nothing against those kinds of people, but I developed a superiority complex to my immense wealth. It really isn't a problem to me since I choose to post as a threat to most rich people around my area.

you know what I hate the most...? The kind of people that have their entire eating cycle around a convenience store as they don't know how to get a pack of Mac and cheese and just make a meal instead. I eat steak while all these other commoners eat canned pasta that is probably processed in a factory, giving you cancer the best that it can. I hate those kind of people.

Eating at fancy restaurants is one thing but seeing homeless people rob a store for a pack of gummies is hilariously pathetic to me as a rich person with a million dollar house, a expensive car, and even butlers to serve under me. so I had a bit of a curiosity attack in my mind.

I wanted to walk into those convenience stores and eat a small meal. to see into the eyes of what these commoners eat to mince their hunger into nothing but bites. Ravioli, chips, 7/11 pizza, and breakfast items. this is so curious to me as a rich person that I might consider living a normal life instead of giving myself a terrible impression around people. To think I'm a "snarky, cocky, money bathed, selfish brat" these commoners probably eat good. or they eat terribly. it's hard to tell what people eat these days to stay alive. nobody wants to die from starvation. so I go to my car. it opened automatically if I pressed a button of its very own app.

and then the doors open by themselves. that's crazy. I need to explore how these commoners live in terms of food. So.. I drive to this nearby 7/11 just for an experiment. I pull up, open the door to automatically get the musky sound of a dirty mop, freezer frost, and cardboard pizza heated up. my nose scrunched in disgust to the smell. I also wasn't used to the expansion of cancer snacks. a monotone sounding voice shook me to the core while I was looking at the drinks. it's a gray haired man with a scar.

sleep-deprived, looks like he hates his job, but also.. really attractive with his small beard right on his chin. but I also see a woman with a boy who looks seven years old. I kinda look ridiculous with all this fancy fit on. I grabbed a small drink with alcohol until a shrill scream shook me. AGAIN.

it's the kid crying to her mom about his obsession with hot wheels and the mom arguing to that attractive looking guy. "I want my money back! how dare you insult my child just because he wanted a free toy from the store..this is discrimination!"

"Lady. your child literally came to me ill-mannered and ORDERED me to give him a free toy. this isn't discrimination. this is bad parenting idiot." her gasp rumbled the entire earth to that blunt response.

acting like her parenting style is made of the stuff of legends.

"I will be suing! He's only a little boy growing up to be a fine young man with proper education. you should treat him with respect!"

"Lady... does it look like I give a damn. get out of the store if you are so angry about your ill-mannered child geez. I have a lot of my mind anyway."

she left with such an aroma of anger. while I snickered in the back after what happened. meanwhile, all I see in the candy aisle is nerds gummy clusters, reeses, m&ms, peach gummies. My eyes start to shine at the vast expansion of the amount of candies that present themselves in front of my very eyes. I slowly grasp my hand to the peach gummies since I can imagine the sweet, sugary powder of this sweet treat. the price is 4 dollars in total. It's like I explored a whole other world while i was stuck being my isolated richness. I guess it isn't that terrible as I make it out to be in my own mind. once I finished reminiscing at all these delicious looking candies. I've come to pay at the cash register to this guy with a dirty work apron on. what a way to greet a new customer. so I need to inflict some revenge onto him just for a dirty apron to my rich fur coat made by the most beautiful animals in the world. I threw my items at his face until it fell right in front of the register, smirking at how his expression didn't change a bit. his emotionless state is like glass art, beautiful but simply hard to shatter. he spoke in words with a small drop of irrationality.

"Will that be all for today, ma'am/ sir..?" my voice spoke in a snotty accent, trying to get him mad a little but also see who you really are just by the physical appearance, I whip out 5 dollars from my pocket, feeling underwhelmed how a mere 5 dollars can be in the hands of a millionaire. I gave it to him with an evil smirk spreading across my face like the smile movie. "Yes, dirt-bag." I scan his movements, watch, and analyze as he checked out the items just for the price to pop up on a small screen right at the top of the register. my eyes rose up to look at his sleep-deprived eyes that can even make an energetic person sleep in a matter of seconds. it riled me up a bit just by glancing at them for seconds and seconds until my voice spoke up again in that same snotty accent.

"Hey...can I get your number...?"

"why."

"Just to see how embarrassing you are to desperately have ME as a friend. It's probably for money. are you really that stupid?"

his eyes rolled in a small growing bit of annoyance in his mood, talking back to me in his normal voice to possibly keep his composure.

"I didn't even do anything."

I can sense he is keeping his composure, I need to strike more personality into him.

"hmph. give me my food shit bucket. you probably have depression do you? acting so emotionless and so dry around people that I can even get a bit tired of talking to you. you probably have a sad life. how unfortunate.."

I threw the 5 dollar bills right in front of his face and then snatched the items back to my hands. snickering at his annoyance since I can sense it from afar. but something he did surprised me to the bitter core. He took out a small piece of old recipient paper from an old restaurant, wrote his number on it, and gave it to me without a single care in the world. I guess my strike didn't work against him. I was reminiscing about it so bad that his next words made me flinch out of that reminiscent space I was trapped in for the last 20 seconds. "Call me if you want something. I don't give a shit if you are a rich person. a friend is a friend. got it..? Good."

That genuinely made me brush a period of blood red, I stared at him for a couple of seconds before he could go to the back to talk to his manager. my eyes kept aiming at his body and his face. his gray eyes with eye bags... his luscious thin body, his scar.. I was having so many dirty thoughts about a person I just met that I started to scream so loud like a idiot. I think he liked me too? does he? or does he not or just did it for trickery? either way.. I want to go home and think about this a little more. Is this love at first sight?

I drive home after a lot while overthinking. to be honest, overthinking isn't a fun thing to have. especially when you think of the worst-case scenario when it comes to certain inconveniences that happened small. I started to believe that having all this power or having all this money is nothing compared to a normal aesthetic life getting crepes to eat on a food market street. using money to boost happiness. people say that money can't buy happiness.

that's a goddamn lie. if you can't buy roses for your girlfriend, then what is she supposed to be happy about when she is met with no gift on a first date with a lover. money does buy happiness. money is control, money is everything to us. dispite money being the dirtiest thing on earth. money is also an evil addictive subtance as well that can destroy multiple people's lives with it. There is no doubt that it can. but all of this money I have isn't worth it.. After exploring a convenience store for the first time in my life. I actually had a different feel of life. I know it isn't that serious, but it is. I actually want to experience the life that you can have a gaming pc and a small kitchen, but you can enjoy that type of lifestyle.

my overthinking is getting worse. I arrive home to automatically grab my phone and type in that man's number. Once I got done. I texted him immediately.

Me: Yo. are you here dirt bag or are you wallowing in depression?

maybe I shouldn't be too harsh, but it's so fun to bully a commoner a little bit. I waited for 3 and a half minutes just to send a dry text back like I'm his buddy.

Sword demon: No, Im not. what do you mean, bruh?

Me: Why did you give me your number in the first place, pukey pig?

I was honestly really curious to see what he's going to say. God, why am I so invested in only a convenience store worker? it's like putting a sex drug onto someone's drink and then they want the fuck any man they see in their vision.

Sword demon: I was simply invested in you, too. You are too predictable. I can literally sense that you were trying to get me mad idiot.

Me: Who are you calling a idiot?! Packaged Ramen eating emo.

my blush couldn't leave my face. my hands were trembling like a vibrator to his "investment into me." I was heated but also melted into the ground to that words.

Sword demon: Do you want me to come over or something? send me your address, yk rich people aren't that hard to find around these parts.

Me: why?"

Sword demon: I can bring roses if you want..

Me: pfh as if you have the money to buy roses for me you lousy pet-

Sword demon: im being serious.

my blush grew more red, red, and red, reading his messages 5 times in a row.. but eventually, I gave in and typed in my address.

Sword demon: I can even bring chocolates.

Me: Are you trying to flirt with me? It isn't for money... right?

Sword demon: no. I wouldn't do that. I'm not money hungry. I just need it to survive.

Me: Fine. just...bring some chocolates.

I was opening up to him a little since I kept being mean to him for no reason. for some reason. I can't bring myself to hate a commoner like him, but I'm pretty sure love can't always be based around a person's life. He suddenly got offline just to come to me. but if that's the case. I started to be a blushing mess to his approach.

it took many minutes to waste precious time overthinking about one man, so I decided to shower for it. my mind is so scrambled for a guy I just met. a rich person doesn't waste their time upon people, so why am I so vulnerable? just an employee in a small food store, so it's annoying to think about. my body is being cloaked with soap due to my mind being drizzled by the hot water. my mind is bubbling due to the amount of thoughts I had in one day. my naked body started to have an entire sex thought rampage over this man. I stared at it even more, having hallucinations of having his body against mine in the shower as we make out, fucking, and just sucking him off.

I fell on the floor, having soap get in my eyes just enough to snap me out of my overthinking sexual mindset. it's so weird. but eventually, I stood up to apply my perfume on my skin and put on my fancy clothes just to look good. I always look good for people. maybe im just a people-pleaser. I went down to my kitchen to grab a cake to eat in my free time, I hear the doorbell ring and my face sparked in happiness to see this man bringing me chocolates for just killing off my loneliness.

I ran to open the door and there he was. a box of chocolates on his right hand, a fresh set of roses on his left hand, and that same dim emotionless expression in his face. but for some reason. I didn't even try to bark at him with my attitude as my spit. trying to take note of a feral dog. it didn't piss me for some reason. I was actually happy about his appearance right in front of me. It's not because he's attractive, but his calm, cold aura is starting to comfort me a little.

"I was trying to decide if you do want the roses. it's probably too blunt or rude of me. But I also couldn't decide what kind of chocolates you like so I just got the expensive kind. for your taste.."

he had the heart-shaped box full of little small chocolate bites. I could see the price tag on there having an estimated cost of 300 dollars. and the roses weren't fake either. they weren't roses fished out of a grocery store. they were real because of the thorns and the lingering scent seducing my nose to smell them even more. and that completely broke my avoidance for him.

I suddenly hugged him right in the chest, with the way he was looking when I slowly squeezed his body. He was surprised, and that broke his emotionless state to other people. A small, genuine smile started to grow on his face as he hectic towards laying his hands on my body. He slowly put the stuff down and wrapped his arms to my waist. His touch is soft but a bit hard at the same time. his scent is kinda like a mix between lilac and soft vanilla with a hint of slight cologne. and his arms were strong but tender. my head slowly grasped to look up at him, sliding my face across his chest to look at him. his smile made my heart get crushed by the God cupid himself.

his breath is so warm, and our eyes directed at each other in such a close range. even I saw a little blush stare to form on his face when my own face moved closer to his. I kept losing it to him for the entire day, and now I'm completely losing my own attitude directly in front of him. it's like revealing an intimate side to myself that didn't even know existed. but also soon as I flipped back to reality again.

I pushed him off and grabbed the gifts a stupidly rude way. "You are now my pet. you must do what I say, or you won't be coming back here ever again."

"I don't know. It seems like you were into me for a second...are you? I won't mind if you are attracted to me. for real..I really wouldn't mind."

"No! No. I was just...directing my attention to you from a TV show."

"Sureeee..."

my face turned a bubblegum red again to my next words, and my own mind betrayed me into saying this.

"Do you...want to watch a movie and share chocolates together..?"

"Sure. Why not?"

(Sweetest x reader I wrote in a while, that's for sure)

[a-crumb-of-whump]

A New Beginning #10: Needs To Know

Masterlist

Content: Multiple caretakers, non-human whumpee, human caretaker(s), [mentioned/implied] non-con, photographed without consent, [implied] PTSD/trauma, [mentioned] starvation, recovery.

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“It’s finally open!”

Adam laughed, tagging along behind Ryker as he excitedly pulled him towards the new toy store that had finally opened about a week ago. From what they’d been able to make out online, it had a lot of fidget/stim toys and Ryker was more than ready to add to his collection, despite having virtually no space left for them.

He had to admit, it was a pretty little store. There was very little in terms of things he personally enjoyed, but Ryker was already headed straight for table with the fidget toys on them; practically bouncing the entire way. It was like watching a child find their way around a candy store.

“See anything you like?”

“Are you kidding? I want it all.” As soon as Adam stepped in closer to him, Ryker grabbed him by the hand and held on to it; biting his lower lip. “This was a terrible idea. Gonna walk outta here with nothing left in the bank account and a whole lotta toys.”

Adam rolled his eyes and reached out to grab the rope of a feather-shaped chew necklace. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s all cheap. Grab what you want. I get paid tomorrow anyways. Do you think Carlos would enjoy something like this?” He held it out to him. “Might stop him from chewing on his sleeves so much.”

“Yeah, it might!” the taller one of the two chirped. Then he turned to look at Adam again, as if trying to get a sense of his tone. Adam found that sometimes he couldn’t tell, nor could he identify sarcasm or jokes when other people made them. It’d gotten worse over the past year or two, but he knew it’d always been there.

“Can I really get what I want?”

Adam shrugged. “Sure. Maybe try and keep it under twenty dollars, but I’m not gonna be mad if you go over. Besides, you’ll have heaps of new stuff to show Carlos when we get home.”

After excitedly fist-bumping the air, he dove right back into the toys; picking out every colour he liked and gawking over the amount of toys there were that he’d never even seen before. If it weren’t for the fact that he kept turning around and showing Adam everything he picked up, he could have sworn the guy had forgotten he was even there.

It must have been nearly forty five minutes of wandering the toy store and chatting to the worker before Ryker finally announced that he was ready. By then, he had both his hands full with toys and a sheepish grin on his face as he sidled up to the counter to pay for them.

“Carlos is gonna love these,” he said confidently, already placing each toy inside the bag as she scanned them. “Maybe I should make a communal area for my toys so he can use them, too?”

Adam raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You’re usually super cagey about people touching them.”

“Yeah! I mean – usually I am, yeah, but this is Carlos. I trust him.” He shuffled back and forth on his feet for a moment, as if contemplating what to say next. “Plus… it’s kinda nice having someone around that understands the enjoyment of these kinds of things. I love you, but you’re kinda boring.”

“Me?” Adam sputtered. He could hear the woman behind the counter snickering. “Boring? I think not.”

Ryker leaned down to kiss his temple. “Of course not.”

After they’d finished paying, the two placed their stuff in the car and made a quick trip to the post office to pick up a package that had arrived several days ago. It was addressed to Ryker, who decided to open it before they headed home.

Despite not looking over at him, Adam could practically feel Ryker’s body stiffening the moment he read the note that was attached to the inside of the box.

“Who’s it from?”

“My dad,” he answered, voice lowering a little in volume as he placed the note down and slowly began to examine each of the things inside the box. There were several scrapbooks and dozens of loose photographs inside, all facing downwards. As soon as he flipped the first one over, Adam felt his stomach lurch.

Ryker’s balled up hands shook as he looked at each of the photos, one by one. Each of them involved Carlos, either restrained in some way or so beat up that he couldn’t have made it too far anyway. He had no clothes on in any of them, and there was blood splattered everywhere. All the photos seemed to have a similar theme. In some of them, he had a gag in his mouth. In others, it was a muzzle that clearly burned wherever it touched him. Despite the vampire’s inability to be affected by drugs, he looked as if he’d been given something.

Maybe it was just the lack of food.

Adam reached out to take Ryker’s hand into his own, slipping his fingers between his larger ones in an attempt to gain his attention. “I think we need to put them away.”  

 “Fucking monster.” Ryker put the now-crumpled photos back into the box and tossed it into the back seat. Adam could see his face getting redder and redder with every passing minute, and he wasn’t sure how to help. “How can anyone be that fucking cruel? I didn’t-“

He suddenly paused, as if trying to compose himself before he started talking again. Adam heard him suck in a breath before releasing it again; the hand that was in his never loosening.

“I knew he liked hurting him, but I had no idea about the photos he took of him when he did. Some of them look like they were taken recently. Like… a-week-before-I-picked-him-up recent. What am I supposed to tell him when we get home? ‘Hey, there’s a box in the back of my car with a heap of vulnerable photos of you in it’?”

“We’ll figure that out. Carlos isn’t expecting us home for another hour, so how about we buy some food and sit by the water for a while? Might help you to clear your head a bit before we head back.”

After a long pause, Adam felt Ryker lean his head on his shoulder and wordlessly nod; huffing slightly under his breath. “Do you feel like ice cream?”

Adam snorted. “Sure.”

-

Carlos was curled up on the couch with the animals when the humans finally arrived home almost an hour later.

“Good afternoon!” he chirped, a lazy smile on his face as he waved at them from under the quilt that was usually draped over the side of the couch. He made a brief attempt to crawl out from underneath the pets but the weight of them kept him grounded, so he was forced to greet them from afar. “Did you have a good time?”

“We most certainly did,” Adam answered on his way to the kitchen. “Ryker got a heap of new things for you both to use.”

The vampire immediately lit up and turned his attention back to Ryker, who offered a smile of his own the moment he saw that he was looking at him. “Really? Like what?”

“Do you remember when I showed you all the stress toys I have in my cupboard? Well, I found a new place that’s opened up that sells them, so I may have gone and bought a heap of stuff. Including this necklace,” he said as he reached into the bag. As soon as he handed it to him, Carlos took it and smiled; commenting on how pretty it is.

“You think so? Well, then it’s both aesthetically pleasing and useful. We got it for you to chew on. Thought it might help stop you from chewing on your sleeves so much.”

Carlos tilted his head. “Does it work?”

“Sure! Lots of people use them, especially those with anxiety. You don’t have to use it like that if you don’t want to, but we saw it and thought it might help you.”

Much to Ryker’s delight, Carlos seemed to love it. He slipped it around his neck and tucked it inside his shirt, admitting that he wanted to keep it clean while he cuddled with the animals. The rest of the toys were tucked safely away inside the cupboard that held all Ryker’s other things until he was able to find a communal area to put them in.

“So…”

Ryker jumped the moment he heard Adam’s voice from the bedroom door. He sat up a little and glanced over at him, just to see him leaning against the doorframe with a hand on his hip.

“You gonna talk to him about those photos?”

“No.”

Adam raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

Slumping back against the headboard once more, Ryker pulled his favourite pillow close to his chest and continued to squeeze the pink stress ball in his hand. Though he tried his damn hardest not to let it show, he felt sick. Through all the years that he’d been alive, he’d never known that his father had evidence of the things he’d done. The implications of several photos within that pile weren’t lost on him either. He knew Carlos had been assaulted a lot over the years, both physically and sexually, but he hadn’t realised his own father had contributed to that.

“He doesn’t need to know about those photos,” the human muttered. “Not yet.”

“I think he does need to know-“

“Not yet,” he insisted, firmer this time. “I will tell him when I feel it’s right, but not right now. That fucker has hurt him enough.”

Adam was uncomfortably tentative as he sat down beside him on the bed and let one of his hands come to rest on his thigh. “How would you feel if someone did that to you?” he asked quietly. He no doubt felt Ryker stiffen irritably beside him the moment he asked. That was enough of an answer. “I know you’re doing your best, my love, but this – no matter how hard the conversation may be – is something he deserves to know.”

He was right. Deep down, Ryker knew he was right, though he hated to admit it. The idea of ruining the streak of good days Carlos had been having lately saddened him immensely.

But he was right.

“…I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

Adam pressed his forehead into Ryker’s shoulder and squeezed his thigh. “Thank you. I’m proud of you.”

Ryker merely grunted in response.

-

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[twstinginthewind]

Twistober day 22 - AU

No illustration today, but instead a story. An AU I've been working on with @transriddlerosehearts, in which Ace is a depressed and desperate loser with a dead-end job, who sees only one way to start making things better in his life:

Might As Well Summon Demons!

It had been another long, pointless day, just like the dozens and dozens that preceded it. Wake up, go to work, pretend to care, go back home. Ace was ready for something to change. He trudged up the creaking stairs to his sixth-floor apartment, his arms held protectively around a canvas tote bag. His untied shoelaces flopped around the sides of his dirty, worn high tops as he ascended the dimly-lit steps, navigating around the occasional piece of trash or abandoned toy that his neighbors would leave behind. The building thrummed with life; thin walls vibrating with the sound of the residents’ televisions, radios, arguments, and all the other noisy nuances of day to day life, as well as the more organic type of life that would occasionally scuttle inside the walls and beneath the sinks.

Ace sighed to himself as he fumbled for his key. This wasn’t how he pictured his life would be at this point. He was too young to be this damn tired of everything. Twenty-six years old, doing nothing even remotely close to what his fancy Night Raven College diploma would have supposedly granted him and instead, swimming in debt, working a dead-end job as a line cook, and just barely making rent on his tiny studio walk-up. He couldn’t believe he thought this was a step up from the crowded place he had shared with four roommates downtown; it was a hassle finding privacy, sure, but at least there was always something to do. And it wasn’t like he could go back, either; all four guys had either found new places or gone back to their hometowns when their lease was up, and even the roommate he was closest to, Deuce, had opted to move back in with his mother instead of splitting a place again.

This was no way to live. Ace needed a change. He carefully lay the canvas bag down onto his uneven kitchen table, and nodded. Tonight, he was going to make it happen. He was going to do something so outrageous, so unspeakable, but it would turn his life completely around.

But first, a shower. He smelled like a day’s worth of diner grease. He flicked on the light switch in his tiny bathroom and started to run the water, giving it time to warm up as he peeled out of his clothes, dropping things into the hamper to drag downstairs for laundry and folding the less funky stuff to reuse again later in the week. He glanced over at his reflection in the door of the medicine cabinet, and looked himself up and down. Legs toned from long days on his feet and climbing all those stairs every day, lean physique despite his “whatever I can grab for cheap” diet, cheeky boyish grin and bright eyes topped off with a stylishly unruly mop of ginger hair; Ace shot his reflection a wink, and shook his head. He was way too hot to be this poor and single. Great job, hot stuff.

Speaking of hot stuff, steam had started to billow from the shower stall. Finally, hot water to drown his sorrows! He stepped under the spray, wincing slightly as the water hit his skin. He washed quickly, since he never knew how long the hot water would last, and even managed to rinse the last of the conditioner from his hair before the water began to run cold. He wrapped himself in a worn red towel and rubbed the condensation from the mirror. It felt a little less lonely with the company of his reflection, even if it was just for however long it took to comb his hair and brush his teeth.

A few minutes later, Ace was dried off, dressed in his pajamas, and staring down the bag on the kitchen table. He was ready. He was SO ready. He was going to change his life tonight. He pulled a worn book from the bag, bristling with impromptu bookmarks. He opened to one of them, and ran his finger down the page. Chalk. He pulled a dollar store pack of sidewalk chalk from the bag. Candles. He placed a pack of white, vanilla-scented tea lights next to the chalk. Rare herbs… he had tried his best, there. A wilted bunch of herb garni and a couple of bay leaves he swiped from the work kitchen, some cinnamon sticks from the potpourri at his mother’s place, and some overpriced weed that was more stems than anything, just to cover all his bases. And he wasn’t sure about the last item - unholy water with a sacrifice from a virgin. Must be the intentions that count, Ace thought, and he pulled out his substitution: a can of expired pomegranate-flavored energy drink from the bodega across the street. He opened the can, took a sip, winced, and put it onto the table. Then, he picked up a paring knife and cut into his hand. Blood welled up around the blade, and he held it over the open can, counting the drops as they fell. Unholy water with a virgin sacrifice, check.

He took a few moments to clean and wrap up his hand, then turned to the next page. Ace had spent a long time deliberating over the diagram, practicing the smooth curve of the outer circle and the intricate motifs inside, but had never drawn the entire thing together until now. He pushed his couch against the side of his bed for extra floor space, grabbed a piece of pink chalk, and began to work. After half an hour, the completed summoning circle dominated his floor, in weirdly cheerful pastel colors.

He checked the time. Eleven-thirty, on the night of the new moon. If he paced himself right, he could have this accomplished by exactly midnight. He’d summon the demon, make his contract for riches and fame and talent and all that crap, unload his mortal soul or whatever, go to bed, and wake up the next morning ready to start an exciting new life.

He took a deep breath. Time to make some forbidden magic happen.

Ace stood at the southernmost part of the circle, emotions swirling through his mind. Fear, sadness, disgust at himself... and a glimmer of hope. Yeah, it sucked asking for supernatural help, but he was at the end of his rope, and even with everything else going on, he'd rather try to swing than hang. He placed his "herbs" into a dish, and put them into the center of the ring. He lit five candles, and placed them at the cardinal points on the circle's edge, starting at north and working widdershins, and the last one nestled amid the herbs in the center dish. He held the dog-eared text in his right hand, and his bloodied energy drink in the left. Now, how did the incantation go?

Two steps towards the western point. "Hear me, denizens of the Pit. A mortal stands before you with a need." Okay, nothing tricky yet. A step backward, then pour a bit of the unholy water into the flame. He poured hesitantly, expecting the candle to go out, but instead, it doubled in size, burning with an amber flame. Just like it was supposed to! Nice. He risked a grin, then crossed to the eastern point.

"Answer my summons, and be bound to me as I shall be to you; your service in exchange for my sacrifice." Another pour, another bright amber light. Midnight was approaching quickly. He had to time it right. To the north.

"With the light of the candles, I light your way. With the taste of the herbs, I tempt you." The energy drink hissed and spat as it hit the flame, but it still burned brighter beneath his hand.

He approached the southern candle. "Let this water, cursed in nature, bring you to me." Cursed was right, it tasted like shit, he thought as he brought the sickly flame to larger, brighter life. Just had to reach in to douse the center... "And the virgin's sacrifice, may it show my intent. For what I desire is— oh, fuck.” Ace swore as he realized he missed the candle and had poured a portion of the liquid on the floor. He quickly corrected his aim, and managed to pour the last of the liquid over the center candle, creating a greater, darker flame than the ones on the outer ring, which was starting to smell vaguely of sulfur. He leaned away. "Oh. What I desire... um. Riches and fame and... oh." All five flames grew higher, and he felt a hot wind blowing through his apartment. There was a figure just becoming visible inside the circle; cold steel-blue eyes flashing boldly ahead of the rest of their features. Ace's heart thumped against his chest, fearful of the demon that would reply to his summons. He watched as the eldritch creature formed in front of him. Intense eyes that almost seemed to glow. Sharp horns. Wide red wings, curled inward to fit within the confines of the circle....

... and a perfect, angelic face looked back at him from beneath a fringe of silken hair the color of a Valentine's rose. Full lips parted, and a melodic voice asked him a question that his short-circuiting brain couldn't even register. This... was it even a demon? This creature was beautiful. Ace dropped to his knees, the tattered book and drink can hitting the floor on either side of him. His mouth opened, dry and creaking. "Are you going to grant my wishes?"

[aeadventuretime]

16th June 2024.

Rome. Rinse. Repeat.

Well we are back in Rome! And Roman has lost his Tuscan sleep glow and decided to start up some sleep grief again. So yes, he did put up a bloody good fight going to bed, and yes he did wake at 2 and have a four hour party. But that’s ok, cos we have nothing and no where to be and Roman’s seem to wake up late. Not ours…but the Roman people…

And we did have a tiny sleep in. And a white coffee and breakfast at home before we jumped in a cab and headed towards the Trevi fountain. I have one photo I can replicate from when we were last here 10 years ago so I was going to take my shot! But it’s a lot harder to get closer to the fountain in the warmer weather and a little bit harder to take a photo with a toddler, but we did it! Then we did a quick run by the pantheon because you know, Roman saw a polar bear surfing in a shop window and that beats ancient history any day.

We found a coffee shop near by that had decent reviews and managed to grab a table outside pretty quickly! Roman played with his back pack which basically unsolved him pulling out all the toys and throwing them on the floor for everyone else to pick up including the waiter and other tourists. We ordered some coffee and food and just sat and marveled at all the beautiful old buildings around us, and laughed at all the tourists using their various forms of novelty transportation to site see. Then we just went for a wander, but Roman needed to be carried everywhere by me, and he had definitely put on some weight which is making it a lot harder! So when we stumbled upon a toy shop we thought it might be a good break for my arms. Well Roman loved it! And found paw patrol almost instantly and spent easily 40 mins collecting them all and lining them up. We told him he could pick one for the plane, he told us two and grabbed three. Toddler math.

Eventually he ditched his paw patrol for dinosaurs. We negotiated him down from 7 to 1. But it was a 40cm long t-Rex. So not a great plane/holiday you. Luckily! Spider-Man to the rescue! And he picked a pink spidey toy kit which was ridiculously expensive for what it was, but Roman loved it, and hey, I guess we love him. And he did play with all day so I guess yay? We plan to grab a few surprise toys that we can open on the plane on the way home as we have lost so much of his toys on this trip and I am freaking out about the flight home. He has so much energy and excitement and stubbornness atm!

After the toy shop it was super hot, and we spied a Zara which is supposed to be amazing over here and has great kids clothes, so a Quick Look and Ash picked Roman an outfit. Blue striped shorts and a brown shirt with lemons on it. Very Italian.

Then a cab home, grabbed some bread things from the grocery store around the corner and attempted nap. Welp that was another battle. Fun. And when he woke maybe 30 mins later we just rolled with it. Maybe he’s dropping nap…😵‍💫

That afternoon we just stuck around Monte, the area we are staying. Of course we had to lure Roman out with the promise of ice cream, Ash took us to one just around the corner that was known by the locals. Roman started yelling at the man “one black one! One black one!” Which means chocolate. The man just laughed and gave Roman a high five. They are so kind and gentle with kids over here! Ash and I chose a pistachio icecream hoping it would be like the one we had back in Tuscany and while good, it was not nearly as good as that one. After that we found a cute lil wine bar and sat there and Roman was surprisingly very well behaved! We ordered two glasses of local orange wine, I got an eggplant pasta, Ash cacio e Pepe and we got Roman a hint meatball which he devoured and loved! It was so nice sitting outside in the alley, and we could have easily had another wine but Roman had been a bit off and we don’t know if it was a combination of overtiredness and lack of poop but we knew we had limited time before he cracked. So instead we opted to buy a bottle and head home to attempt bed time again. And hopefully enjoy a much needed and well deserved glass of our orange wine.

[companionwolf]

Regressuary fill #3

Prompt: Character B is so exhausted from work that they pass out on the couch. They wake up piled under stuffed animals and blankets, with Character A quietly playing in front of them

Fandom: XCOM 2; gen verse?

Rating: PG

Warnings: N/A

Central rises to consciousness slowly. The world is heavy, soft. He tries to sit up, finds himself pushing through layers of blanket to do so. It's warm here and he's comfortable...

He sinks back down, roaming hands meeting the plush forms of stuffed animals he recognizes as belonging to the Commander.

He remembers now, he fell asleep on the couch in their quarters. But the soft stuff is new. He glances over at the quiet sound of murmuring.

In front of him, talking under their breath to themselves, is the Commander, who's currently making two small bobble headed dog figures chase each other.

Central feels his insides go mushy. That's a pretty cute sight to wake up to. He closes his eyes, listens to their gentle playing for a while.

When he opens his eyes again, the Commander is re-enacting what he thinks might be a scene from a movie, with one figure held to the edge of the coffee table as if hanging off it, while another stands nearby and monologues dramatically but still very very quietly.

He yawns, they turn.

"Central!" Their voice is bright.

"Hi, kiddo," he says.

"You comfy?"

He nods. They beam at him. "Tucked you in," they say, looking proud. "Stuffie army there to make sure you sleep good. No bad dreams!"

"No bad dreams," he confirms, gingerly sitting up, picking up the few plushies that fall off the couch as he does. "You did a great job."

"You up now?"

"Yeah," he says, yawning again. "I'm up. You need something, kiddo?"

"Hungry!"

He stands up, tucks the plushies together under the blankets. The Commander stands up, toys forgotten as they come over to them and grab at his hands. "Snack!"

"OK, ok, we'll get a snack," he says.

Central takes one of the Commander's small hands in his own and gently leads them along out of their quarters down to the kitchen. They sit on the counter swinging their legs as he rummages through cabinets. "What do you wanna eat?"

"I want fruit gummy," they say.

"You know we don't have that," he answers. The Commander frowns.

"I miss…fruit gummy," they say. Their voice hitches a little. "I miss… Lotta stuffs. Do you miss lotta stuffs too?"

Central swallows hard, doesn't turn to face them when he says, "Yeah, kiddo. I do."

"I miss hot milk and chocolates and cartoons and the toy store and … and fruit gummy," the Commander goes on. "I miss my old plushies and toys. I miss my house. I miss my cat."

"I miss coffee shops," Central says. "Football, pizza and sci fi movies."

The Commander is quiet now, kicking back and forth and back and forth. "We're gonna take it all back," they say in a poor imitation of him.

He nods. "Yeah," he says. "We will."

And finally, there in the back of the shelves, a lone can of peaches. Central grabs it, pours them out into a bowl. "Best we've got," he says.

The Commander takes the fork he offers and happily eats, mumbling around the fruit a thank you. Central nods at them. "Wish we had something better," he says. "Kids like you need more than we have…"

"Dino nuggets and french fries," says the Commander. "And pizza too."

"And vegetables," says Central.

The Commander sticks their tongue out at them, shaking their head at him. "Ew, yucky, no," they say.

"They're important, Commander."

"They're bad!"

Central rolls his eyes, smiling. The Commander finishes their snack, hops off the counter and washes the bowl in the makeshift sink.

"Now what?" Central asks.

"I wanna go outside," they say. "Wanna look for bugs and stuff."

Central hesitates. They haven't let the Commander go off the ship since they got rescued. Call him selfish but he's scared to, even if he'd be there.

The Commander pouts at him; he sighs.

"Fine," he says, "but let me go get my gun. Can't go out without being ready. You go get dressed, okay?"

Soon enough they're going down the Avenger ramp, the Commander running ahead of him excitedly, a scarf billowing out behind them. Central trails behind, gun at the ready.

The Commander stops at the bottom of the ramp, turns and looks back at him. "I'm gonna find you a frog."

"What do I need a frog for?" he asks, smiling despite himself.

"To make you hoppy!"

Central snorts. "That was really bad," he says.

The Commander sticks their tongue out at him again as they hurry into the long grass, toward the shore of a small lake in the tall shadow of the ship. Central hangs behind them, watching as they splash through the mud and chase dragonflies.

When the sun is low, he calls out to them-- "Time to come inside."

The Commander trudges over, pouting. They're flecked with mud, and Central tuts at them; they giggle.

"Empty your pockets," he says.

They do, revealing a round brown croaking lump of a toad and some rocks. "Look," they say. "Frog."

"That's a toad," Central says.

"Aww, so not hoppy?"

"Very, but let's put this thing back in the water," he says. "It won't be …hoppy to be kidnapped. Isn't nice to do that."

The Commander goes quiet. "Yeah," they say finally, and return to the water's edge, letting the toad hop back into the muck. They rejoin Central and walk back to the ship.

On the ramp, they stop. "Got something for you," they say.

"Not another toad, is it?"

They hold out a lumpy vaguely heart shaped stone, smiling shyly. Central takes it, turns it over in his hands.

"Thank you, Commander," he says.

They nod at him enthusiastically. "I'm gonna find you more nice rocks," they say. "You deserve nice rocks.."

Central feels something fuzzy and warm in his chest. "Not sure I agree," he says, "but I appreciate the thought. C'mon now, let's go inside."

Eventually the Commander gets a bath while Central prepares dinner for them, and the two sit in the Commander's Quarters on the couch, eating in comfortable silence.

When they're done, Central takes the plates away and washes them. Then he stops by his own bed, picks up the small book hidden under his pillow.

By the time he comes back, the Commander has curled up in bed, clutching an armful of plushies. They stare up at him hopefully. "Story?"

He sits on the edge of the bed, looks thoughtfully at them for a bit. "I think I've got something for you," he says, and produces the book.

He opens to the first page, begins to read. Every so often he glances at the Commander, who looks sleepier and sleepier each time. Finally, when he's just beginning to wrap up, he looks over and sees they've fallen asleep completely.

Central pulls the covers up to their chin. "Goodnight, Commander," he whispers quietly, and as carefully and softly as he can, slips out the door.

[gruesomejack]

He liked Charlie's home. It was warm the same way he was, from the mismatched cookware to the dog toys Buster had littered about the place. He hoped by the end of the night, they might find each other back sharing the bench of his piano once more. Vi's smile spread and he laughed, his own face warming to a rosy pink. "You'd be surprised." He hummed, grabbing the smaller pot to fill with water. "I know it's hard to tell, but I love attention. Headlining my own show is... it's a dream come true." Peeking back over, he set the pot down on the stove and lit the burner. "That being said, I'm looking forward to my winter break."

Vi dug through the bags he brought and started with the bigger pot, setting it on another burner and adding a little oil to the bottom. "I'm tired. I never thought I'd say that, but I need a couple months of not going anywhere." He told him, "And wearing only pajamas. I live for playing dress up, but I'm planning on hibernating in the baggiest sweatpants I can find." The counter was spread with pre-portioned containers. He'd put a lot of thought into how he could keep this easy for both him and Charlie; he was still going to make a mess, but at least it wouldn't take him hours to clean up. "I don't even want to make appearances. I want three months of pretending I don't exist..." He said, "But I think that might put some of my more overzealous fans into a medical emergency."

Glancing around, he looked at Charlie again while he started to pop open some of the tupperware. "I need a big spoon and a spatula." He said, "Do you like truffles? I know they're not everyone's favorite, and I can skip them if it's not up your alley." Smiling again, Vi dumped some onions into the pot and hummed. "I promise that's the fanciest thing I brought. Everything else I grabbed from the grocery store." He said, "--Well, other than me."

Victory checked his phone again, opening the messaging app and confirming for the hundredth time this was the right spot. He'd pulled off some kind of miracle in the last month, not only getting in contact with one of his favorite artists, but managing to keep it going almost regularly. And now he was standing outside of an unfamiliar building on an unfamiliar street in the middle of Appalachian nowhere, getting ready to meet him in person.

He'd dressed down for the occasion, mostly for his own sake, but for Charlie's too. His own success was leading to more and more people clocking him while he was out, and he doubted dressing like Elton John would help him blend in in a place like this. The bleached hair he'd been sporting recently was tucked nicely under a baseball cap, his extensive ink work covered by a baggy sweatshirt. He'd even taken his earrings out in a rush, storing them in his pocket when he realized he'd forgotten to leave them in his hotel room. The last thing Charlie needed was to be bombarded because he agreed to meet him.

In the middle of using his phone screen as a mirror, his eyes widened as it lit up with a text. Vi quickly shoved it in his pocket and gave a quick sweep of the area. He frowned for a moment, but before he could pull out his phone again, his eyes landed on a familiar face, his own quickly brightening into a grin. Bouncing on his feet, he laughed as he waved his arms to usher his pen pal over.

Charlie Reimes. Cane Corso had been a staple on his playlists for years, and here was the frontman in the flesh. -- All because he'd gotten drunk and too bold, sending him what was an embarrassing DM expressing his admiration. It was a testament to maybe not all of his questionable choices led to questionable outcomes.

Beaming, he practically hopped the rest of the way over to him, his smile toothy, cheeks pink, and his eyes crinkled. "I can't believe it! I don't think you understand how massive this is to me." He said, babbling a little in his excitement. "I can't even begin to thank you. You've been such an inspiration to me forever and-" Oh! Oh, shit. Face flooding with color, he lifted his hands to wave off the starstruck gibberish, and instead offered him his palm. "I-I'm Vi." He managed, "It's nice to see you in person."

@purposefully-lost

[ren-jay]

“...Right now?”

pairing: renjun x reader (some female anatomy mentioned but gender identity is neutral)

genre: fluff, smut, established relationship, apartment in sicily!au

word count: 1.0k

warnings: sexual content (unprotected sex, oral sex, penetrative sex), swearing

a/n: this was going to be a fluff timestamp but i couldn’t stop writing lol. also i might revisit this au in the future :)

You woke up to church bells ringing the hour and Mediterranean sun dancing on the bedsheets. Renjun must’ve opened the shutters when he woke up that morning. Maybe he paused at the window for a moment, watching the city wake up around him with the bustle of markets and pigeons and scooters. And maybe as he left the room he looked back at you, sleeping peacefully with the breeze rustling your bangs and your eyelashes kissing your cheeks, and blushed.

Throwing on his button-up shirt left on the floor from last night, you snuck out to the kitchen and crept up behind him as he poured pancake mix over the stove. The batter sizzled as it hit the pan.

“There…” Renjun murmured under his breath to himself with a smile as he set down the mixing bowl on the counter.

You reached out to him, hugging him from behind. “Buongiorno,” you said playfully.

“Hey!” he startled, then swiveled around to face you. “Darn, I was so looking forward to surprising you with breakfast in bed.”

“Woops,” you said, not sounding at all sorry. “Maybe you can surprise me some other way.”

Not missing a beat, Renjun spun you around waltz-style and you both were a mess of giggles as he kissed the back of your hand in feigned formality.

You played along: “Oh my, how charming of you, my dear prince.”

“Me? Charming?”

He pulled you in to a sleepy kiss as you ruffled your fingers through his bedhead. He was unshowered and scruffy, wearing nothing but boxer shorts and a t-shirt, and he smelled of sage cologne and yesterday’s sweat. It smelled like heaven to you.

His body pressed closer against yours, and you pulled him in even tighter with your leg, feeling his muscles move as he stroked your back and the warm buzz of his core against yours.

“You’re so sexy,” you whispered in his ear.

He responded with another kiss. This time it was passionate and fast, laced with tongue and his hands riding up your shirt, making your cheeks burn red. You wondered if Renjun would react again to your words. It was making you lightheaded, thinking of what could be in store if you kept egging him on. Did he really find you so attractive?

Suddenly he kissed your collar and the words you were hesitating to say spilled out before you knew you were saying them.

“I want you right now.”

He paused, his face buried in the crook of your neck. “...Right now?”

“...Maybe…”

“Well… Maybe is not very convincing.”

“...Perhaps?” Now you were just playing with him.

He pulled away and looked at the funny little grin on your face as you toyed with his shirt collar. He raised an eyebrow.

“Y/n…”

Without giving him time to react, you pinned him against the door of the fridge holding his arms above his head.

“I want you right here,” you breathed, gazing hazily into his eyes. You were just close enough to feel the tension rising between your bodies, but far enough he couldn’t reach.

He writhed under your grip. “Please,” he begged. “Let me touch you.” His face was flushed and desperate, his boxer shorts beginning to strain.

In the time you’d been together, you’d never taken control like this before. You’d never seen Renjun in this position, never heard him yearn for you so urgently. Your body ached for his, too. Slowly, teasingly, you leaned your hips into his. He sighed, his chest heaving against yours. You finally let his arms free and Renjun lunged forwards, practically tearing your shirt and underwear off you. Ravenous, he left heavy kisses on your breast, his hands grabbing you all over— waist, thighs, ass— as if to join your body with his so tightly they’d merge.

Without warning, he lifted you onto the countertop, bending in towards you as you curled your legs over his shoulders. You had to grab onto the sink faucet when his nose nudged your clit: every slightest touch, even just the sensation of his breath on you, set you on fire.

Gently, he explored you with his tongue, lapping up your wetness. As his tongue circled around you, it felt almost too pleasurable to bear. He hummed at the taste of you, and you couldn’t hold back a moan. You felt his hands on your inner thighs, the cool metal of his rings calling you his. His fingertips pressed tighter, and the ache for him in you crescendoed to an acute need.

“Renjun,” you panted. “Please. Fuck me. Now.” You couldn’t wait for him. You practically pushed him aside, jumped down from the counter, and pulled him back a few steps until you tumbled back over the arm of the sofa, dragging him with you.

“Y/n… fuck it, I love you so much.” Renjun looked almost misty eyed, lost in a trance staring at you sprawled out before him like one of those paintings of a reclining Venus.

“I love you too, Renjun,” you said, half-laughing. “But please, fuck me.”

“Right. Of course” he laughed.

He pushed off his boxers, and you watched his face change like the seasons from amusement to concentration to pleasure as he guided his now-extremely-hard dick to your entrance, and slowly thrust inside. The pressure of your walls around him hurt for a moment, but it was the kind of hurt that was addicting, that made you want him to fuck you harder and harder until you’d be sure you could always remember the feeling of his dick filling you out, the feeling of you being his and him being yours.

“You feel,” Renjun began between pumps. “So good.” He reached a hand down and massaged your clit as he pushed deeper and deeper inside you. In bliss, you scratched your nails down his back.

“Oh god, yes,” you moaned. You felt the electricity sparking inside you. “Harder.”

Renjun’s face was dripping with sweat and ecstasy. “Fuck… I’m getting close.”

He sped up the pace, and your brain went so fuzzy all you could think about was the pleasure and the tension until you found yourself shaking around him, lost in your own release.

Right as Renjun buried his head in your neck, finishing echoing your orgasm with his own, you sniffed the air.

“Um… do you smell something burning?”

“Oh. OH. OH SHIT! The pancakes!!”

[justsomegalwhoshere]

Daddy’s Small Hero

Note: I’m back with another dad Bakugou fic bitches 😎 this time it’s Baku with an absolute chonk of a baby. Again, this entire thing was inspired by @hanji-is-life and the people who sent the amazing asks there. I can’t stop, they’re so good 😩 also idk how fast a baby’s development is. My little sister was a baby but that’s was 11 years ago- Criticism is welcome as always.

Warnings: cursing cuz bakugou, but just fluff overall. Not prof read

‘Had to go to the hospital quickly for an appointment! Katsumi and Sakura are at school already. Take Katsuo with you to the agency please!

-Y/N <3’

Bakugou sighed as he put down the note and headed to the living room where his son was. He woke up and was surprised to see you weren’t there in bed with him, and was only even more surprised he saw his son was awake in his playpen doing his thing. After finding the note tacked on the fridge however, he understood the situation.

Bakugou looked into the playpen and smiled. His son Katsuo. He looked exactly like his dad, ash blonde hair, red eyes, and an absolute monster of a baby. It’s not that he cried a lot, in fact he hardly cried at all. He was just extremely chunky. He was in 6 month clothes at 3 months old. He was a chunky baby, a chubby tummy and rolls on his arms and legs. Hell, he even had rolls for knees! He was currently in toddler clothes at 10 months old and was trying to shove his fat fist in his mouth. He took notice of his dad and started making grabby hands up at him.

Bakugou chuckled. “Hey squirt, ready to start the day?” His son gurgled.

Bakugou lifted his son up with a soft grunt. “Jesus, did you grow overnight? You get heavier every day.” His baby slapped a drool covered hand on bakugou’s cheek. “..I deserved that.”

After strapping on the baby carrier and putting Katsuo in front of chest, he began making breakfast. Starting with Katsuo’s. Sure, it was time consuming making breakfast for his infant son, but he refused to let him eat that processed shit from the store. Bakugou placed a strawberry and a banana on the counter. He wasn’t sure why he did this, but he let his son choose what fruit he wanted in his breakfast. He read somewhere it was good for development. “K, choose one brat,” he said softly. Katsuo stared before grabbing at the strawberry. “Good choice,” Bakugou responded before dropping a few strawberries in the blender and starting his breakfast. The entire time, he stirred up conversation with Katsuo.

“So what did you dream about last night?”

“Da!”

“You fought Endeavour himself and won?”

“Ba-da-ba!”

“No shit, what did you do after?”

“Baaab.”

“Nice. I’ll make note of that the next time I train then.”

…

After a quick breakfast and a diaper change, Katsuki made his way to the agency, baby bag in hand. It should be ok to take Katsuo today. All he had was paperwork and an interview. Katsuki didn’t want just ANYONE working for him. He needed to make sure those who were hired were reliable people. Bakugou stopped in front of the building and addressed his son in the harness, “this is where daddy works. He runs his own agency. Isn’t that cool?” Katsuo blew a little raspberry.

Almost all eyes were on Bakugou as he entered the building. They went from neutral to confused seeing a drooly baby harnessed on the pro hero’s chest, and even more confused seeing a baby bag in hand.

Ignoring all the prying eyes, Bakugou approached Kirishima, who also was gawking at the baby in the harness.

“What? It’s not a fucking alien, get a hold of yourself.” Kirishima’s eyes snapped back up and looked at Bakugou. He put a hand behind his head sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m just not used to seeing you with your son that often.”

“Hah!? Are you calling me a terrible dad?” Bakugou questioned as his eyebrows furrowed more.

“No! Just drop it, look the candidate for receptionist is already with the interviewer. Just make it quick, ok? And don’t send them running away in tears!” Kirishima called out as Bakugou grunted and walked towards his office. Bakugou stopped in front of his office door and addressed his son once again,

“This is daddy’s office. You excited to step inside?”

“Aa!”

“Well, today I am too.” Bakugou opened the door and saw some interviewer extra behind his desk and a female sitting across from it.

“Ah, you’re here Mr. Bakugou! Please, take a seat!” The interviewer chirped. Bakugou sat down in a chair on the side of the desk and unclasped the harness. He set Katsuo on a sitting position on the desk and dumped some toys there for his son. Katsuo took a chunky plastic block and immediately began to chew on it.

The female blinked. “Umm… is the baby staying here the entire time?”

Bakugou growled lowly. “He has a fucking name. It’s Katsuo. And yes, he is. That a fucking problem?”

“N-no, im sorry sir,” she replied as Katsuo cooed.

“Let’s get this started. What’s your name?” Bakugou said, calming down.

The female cleared her throat. “Akane, sir.”

The interview went along fairly smoothly, Akane answered the questions well and seemed reliable enough to work here, Bakugou noted as he played a bit with Katsuo. Still, Bakugou needed more convincing. He didn’t need another receptionist crying into his coffee cup in the mornings. The more the interview progressed, the more impatient Bakugou became.

“Can we hurry this shit up? It’s almost tummy time for Katsuo!” Bakugou barked. Both Akane and the interviewer jumped at the sudden outburst.

“Sorry Dynamight sir, just one more question and we’ll be done here.”

Bakugou huffed and put Katsuo on his lap, who was trying to shove the block in Bakugou’s face. He chuckled. “Stop that shit, that’s fucking gross, wasn’t it in your mouth?” Katsuo gurgled in response, still shoving the drool covered block in his dad’s face. Akane was distracted at this display. Dynamight, the number 2 pro hero, softening for someone? She didn’t think it was possible. Bakugou looked back up, scowling as he realized no one was talking. “The fuck are you looking at?” He growled at Akane.

Akane yelped and cleared her throat. “N-nothing! Just- just looking around” she said hurriedly as she straightened herself.

Bakugou squinted his eyes and looked down at his son. “What do you think of her, Katsuo?”

Katsuo was currently transfixed on shoving two chubby fingers in his own mouth. Once he finally did babble again, he slapped his thighs while bouncing up and down, making “da” sounds over and over. Akane thought the display was cute before Bakugou spoke up again.

“My son says you’re a terrible liar and that you’re on thin fucking ice.”

Akane shivered a bit. She was going to be here a while longer, wasn’t she?

…

A few more exchanges like that back and forth (Katsuo cooing and bakugou interpreting as a a threat), the interview finally ended.

Akane slumped on the wall outside the door and slowly sat herself down. God, that went terribly! She kept getting distracted by the baby! There was no way she was getting this job! She blew it-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched laugh. Akane registered it was coming from the office. Silently, she got up and peered through the door, which was slightly ajar.

Bakugou was blowing raspberries on his baby’s stomach while Katsuo laughed hysterically. Akane stood there dumbfounded. She never thought Bakugou was the fatherly type. Bakugou kept doing this and laughed along with the baby until he put them down in a sitting position. “Alright brat, it’s tummy time,” he grumbled as he spread a blanket on the desk and laid his son down on the blanket, back facing the ceiling. His son thrashed his limbs around a bit before calming down. Bakugou chuckled and pulled a couple toys out of his bag and settled them around Katsuo. His son tried moving around to grab the toys, cooing all the while.

Akane left before she was noticed. She was confused by this secret side of Bakugou.

…

Despite her doubtful thoughts earlier, Akane managed to land the job as the receptionist at Bakugou’s agency. She liked talking to the people she met everyday, and even met his wife a couple times.

Akane was typing away and noticed someone approaching from the corner of her eye.

“Hello, Mrs. Bakugou! How are you?”

You looked at Akane and smiled, carrying your son. “I’m just fine, thank you! I’m just wondering where Katsuki is!”

“Right here,” a gruff voice responded. Both females turned around and saw the hero approaching both of them.

You gave your husband a kiss and handed him Katsuo and a box wrapped in cloth.

“You forgot your lunch again, I’m starting to believe you’re doing it on purpose” you scolded.

Bakugou laughed and pecked your cheek. “I might start doing it intentionally if I get to see my beautiful wife and son more often at work.”

Akane observed this exchange before Katsuo turned his head towards her, looking at her with wide red eyes and made grabby hands that Bakugou paid no kind to. Akane, however, shivered and turned back towards the computer, typing more feverishly. Those red eyes that looked exactly like his father’s creeped her out ever since that interview. Sure, Katsuo was adorable, but what came out of his mouth was scary.