#poor baby is scared and doesn’t like loud noise

[eyeofnewtblog]

Things that happen at home:

So, Zelda puppy is…terrified of “weird loud noises” and with the 4th of July being in the middle of the week, it’s been a pretty consistent…showing of fireworks.

Normally it’s just a three day weekend of cowering and being uncomfortable, and then nothing, but my poor dog has been straight up cowering under my husband’s desk while I’m at work for five days straight. And as soon as I get home and pay the Cheese Tax, she’s stuck to me like glue. Like literally will not be more than 2 feet away from me for the entire rest of the night.

Which is fine, except she’s clearly shaking every time a firework goes off. We pretty clearly can’t leave her alone at all this week, and it’s really making me dread new years because the 1st of January 2025 is also in the middle of the week. Which means a solid five days of intermittent fireworks instead of just two or three days of a lot of fireworks.

[neondiamond]

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[goldfades]

a bengal welcome | JOE BURROW⁹ [009]

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the console between you. Hayes was securely strapped into his car seat in the back, his tiny fists waving in the air like he was orchestrating a symphony.

"You sure we’ve got everything?" Joe asked, glancing at you as you double-checked the baby bag for the third time.

"Diapers, wipes, formula, bottles, extra clothes, his favorite blanket," you listed off, zipping the bag shut with a decisive tug. "Yep, I think we’re good. Unless Hayes has something catastrophic planned, but let’s pray he doesn’t."

Joe chuckled under his breath. “He’s my kid. Odds aren’t great.”

You shot him a playful glare, leaning back in your seat. “Well, let’s hope he takes after me in the ‘not causing chaos’ department.”

The spring sun streamed through the windows, the light dancing over Joe’s profile. He wore a casual hoodie and a cap pulled low, but the little flickers of excitement in his eyes gave him away. Despite his laid-back demeanor, you knew he was looking forward to this.

It wasn’t just any gathering—it was the first time Joe’s teammates would be meeting Hayes, and Ja’Marr had insisted on hosting a little welcome-baby party at his place. You could already picture the chaos waiting for you there, with half the Bengals ready to turn a simple gathering into an impromptu celebration.

“I bet Ja’Marr has some wild decorations,” you said, watching the scenery pass outside.

“Guaranteed,” Joe replied with a smirk. “He texted me a picture of a balloon arch at like 2 a.m. last night.”

You laughed, imagining Ja’Marr staying up late to perfect the setup. “Well, at least he’s taking his duties as ‘honorary uncle’ seriously.”

The drive passed quickly, and before you knew it, Joe was pulling into Ja’Marr’s driveway, which was lined with cars and a few oversized SUVs that you recognized as belonging to other players. Sure enough, there was a massive balloon arch at the entrance, spelling out Welcome Baby Hayes! in bold, glittering letters.

“Subtle,” Joe muttered, grinning as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

You glanced back at Hayes, who was wide-eyed and babbling nonsense to his stuffed tiger. “Alright, baby boy,” you said softly. “Let’s go meet Dad’s other family.”

Joe grabbed the baby bag while you carefully lifted Hayes out of his car seat, holding him close as the two of you walked up to the door. The second you stepped inside, the noise hit—a chorus of cheers and shouts greeting you like a wave.

“There he is!”

“Joey B and Baby B!”

“Look at this little guy!”

The Bengals were in full force, a mix of giant smiles, loud voices, and open arms. Ja’Marr was the first to approach, grinning ear to ear as he took in the sight of Hayes.

“Man, he’s even smaller than I thought,” Ja’Marr said, bending down slightly to get a better look. “What’s up, little guy? I’m your Uncle Ja’Marr. You’re gonna hear a lot about me.”

Hayes blinked at him, his tiny face scrunching up like he wasn’t sure how to feel about the towering man in front of him.

“Give him some space, Chase,” Tee Higgins joked, nudging Ja’Marr aside. “You’re probably scaring the poor kid.”

“Scaring him?” Ja’Marr shot back, feigning offense. “I’m the most likable guy in the room.”

You laughed, adjusting Hayes in your arms as Joe stepped in beside you, offering nods and grins to his teammates. “He’s already used to noise, trust me,” you said.

As the party got underway, the team took turns fawning over Hayes. Sam Hubbard tried to cradle him like a football, earning a sharp “don’t even think about it” from you, while Evan McPherson made Hayes giggle with a silly face. Even the usually stoic players softened around your baby, their towering frames and booming voices taking on a gentle edge.

“He’s got your baby blues,” Tyler Boyd remarked to Joe, who had settled next to you on the couch, looking proud and a little overwhelmed by all the attention.

“Yeah,” Joe said, glancing at Hayes with a faint smile. “He’s a good mix of both of us, though.”

You smiled, leaning into Joe’s side as Hayes cooed and wiggled in your lap. It was chaos, sure, but the good kind—the kind that made you feel surrounded by love and warmth.

The party buzzed on, filled with warm chatter and soft laughter, but Joe’s focus never wavered. Hayes had become the star of the show, passed around like a delicate treasure as each of Joe’s teammates clamored for a turn to hold him.

“Alright, my turn,” Tee Higgins declared, holding out his arms.

You glanced at Joe, who was standing just a few steps away, his shoulders tense as if Hayes might suddenly sprout wings and fly out of someone’s grip.

Tee chuckled. “Relax, man. I’ve got nieces and nephews. I know what I’m doing.”

Joe hesitated, his jaw tightening before he finally nodded. “Just… make sure his head’s supported.”

“Got it, Dad,” Tee replied with a teasing grin. He carefully scooped Hayes out of your arms, holding him securely. “See? No problem.”

Joe crossed his arms, his eyes glued to Hayes like a hawk watching its prey. His lips pressed into a thin line every time Hayes wiggled or let out a tiny noise.

“You’re gonna burn a hole into Tee’s face if you keep staring like that,” you whispered to Joe, nudging him lightly.

“He’s fine,” Joe muttered, though his feet shifted as if he were ready to lunge at any moment.

Ja’Marr sidled up beside him, clapping him on the back. “Man, you’ve gotta chill. Hayes is cool. Tee’s not gonna drop him.”

“Yeah, I know,” Joe replied quickly. But his body language said otherwise, every muscle taut as he watched Tee sway gently with Hayes, making goofy faces that earned a few soft coos from the baby.

As the night went on, each teammate took their turn. Evan, with his steady kicker’s hands, rocked Hayes expertly, drawing a rare smile from Joe. Even the defensive linemen, whose hands were more accustomed to crushing quarterbacks than cradling babies, handled Hayes with surprising gentleness.

Sam leaned down to whisper something to Hayes, his voice soft but gruff. “Alright, little guy. In a few years, we’ll get you in pads, yeah?”

“Over my dead body,” Joe shot back, his voice sharp enough to draw a laugh from the room.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Joe. His protectiveness wasn’t new, but seeing it in action with Hayes added a new layer to the man you already loved. There was something endearing about the way he hovered, his eyes darting from one set of hands to the next, his whole demeanor a mixture of pride and quiet panic.

Finally, Ja’Marr got his turn, holding Hayes with a confidence that rivaled Joe’s own. “See? This is how you do it,” he said, rocking Hayes like a natural.

Joe didn’t respond, but his eyes stayed locked on Hayes, his lips twitching every time the baby shifted.

“Alright, alright,” Ja’Marr teased, handing Hayes back to you. “Before Joey B has a heart attack.”

Joe exhaled audibly as Hayes was safely returned to your arms. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against Hayes’s back as if to reassure himself.

“He was fine, you know,” you said softly, smiling up at him.

“I know,” Joe murmured, his hand lingering. “But he’s… I just don’t like being too far from him.”

Your heart softened at his words, and you leaned into his side, letting Hayes settle comfortably between you.

“Welcome to fatherhood,” you said with a grin.

Joe finally relaxed, his arm draping over your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his gaze still on Hayes. “I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

[morganbritton132]

I was reading old posts AGAIN!11 cause I love your posts and all I could imagine is if Eddie got mad at Joan she would run tight to Steve and start pulling the whole I didn’t do anything why is he yelling at me act and that Steve would absolutely side with Joan.

Steve is in the kitchen eating peanut butter on toast when he hears the phrase “Joan, goddamn-“ followed by the sound of glass breaking, followed by said cat clawing her way up his leg to be held. Steve sits his toast aside and cuddles her, “Poor baby, did you get scared by the noise?”

“She didn’t get scared,” Eddie hisses as he enters the room, glaring at the cat. She doesn’t get scared is echoed in his loud steps to the broom closet. “She’s not a baby, Steve.”

“Then why is she baby-shaped?”

“Why are you baby-shaped?” Eddie mocks.

“Cause I’m your baby,” Steve answers. “She’s just a little girl, Ed. She didn’t mean it.”

“She broke my American Music Award.”

“I’ll glue it back together for you,” He says like that would even be possible. “Seriously, though. Are you hurt? Is she hurt?”

“No.”

“Can’t you just call them and have them replace it?”

“Probably.”

“Then come here,” Steve told him, waving him over and not stopping until Eddie is close enough for him to kiss him on the cheek. He holds Joan out to him and she curls up in Eddie’s arms when he takes her. “Awe, she wants to say she’s sorry.”

Joan rubs her head against Eddie’s cheek and he sighs, “That’s actually pretty swe – Oh, no. She just wanted my earring. Ow.”

[lovelaetter]

⠀— hii just wanted to come on here and share my thoughts on soojin because she's just so adorable☹️

thinking about how soojin & mean housemate!reader :(( poor girl always feels like she’s walking on eggshells when you’re around , doing her best to not piss you off ‘cause the last time she did that (accidentally breaking a glass cup or something), you ended up yelling at her like no tomorrow, raising your voice to the point she felt tears start to form in her eyes :(

but even though you scare her so bad she just can’t help but feel hot around your presence, it confuses her so bad because she doesn’t know whether or not she wants to scurry back into her room or just get on her knees in front of you😞

adding onto that; fuck girl!reader who brings girls over to their place every other day, it’s a nightmare for soojin since you don’t bother to muffle any noises that they make—the thin walls making it even harder for her to ignore what was happening since all she could hear is them moaning your name :( she wants to knock on your door, ask if you could tone it down a bit but she’s just too scared to—well, that and also the fact that it just gets her so wet!

babygirl feels so conflicted; she’s annoyed and restless, but at the same she’s so turned on, wondering what it’d be like to be in positions with those other girls—having you fuck her brains out until she’s a crying and blabbering mess ☹️

(this is such a mess but anyway— have a nice day!)

– 🦕

DUBCON (INTOXICATION)

it’s funny how i read something and go “hm, how can I make this worse?”… so hear me out: intoxication, drunk!soojin.

you are mean to her and you know that, obviously, but the fact that she put up with your shit does intrigues you and makes you so fucking interested in her somehow, like, this easy? pretty baby sticking around even with you mistreating her like that? there has to be something going on with her, she is the perfect plaything for you. and you want to fuck her, so bad, has to hold back from taking her by that delicate neck of hers so many times when she pisses you off, but you want her to beg, break down and cry for you to take her like you do to the girls you bring over, you want a reason to humiliate her just a little more, look in her pretty eyes and make her cry saying you didn’t know she was such a slut.

things getting a little out of control when you throw a party and your eyes find her, drinking and chatting with a few, an idea coming to your mind and in a blink she is under your arm, eyes shining looking at you and so confused and you’re being so… nice? and offering her a drink and another and another and another, until she is leaning completely onto you, movements sloppy, eyes heavy, warm breath against your neck and laughing at the way your hands run over her body, sliding under her top and feeling her tits.

poor baby, doesn’t complain even when you take her top off, only muttering a whiny “nooo” but not moving to hide herself. there’s a lot of people, not everyone sees, but some do throw you a few glances, i mean, everybody that knows you, knows your roommate, so seeing her in your arms drunk like that only in bra and pants? it’s something. your hand resting on her belly, just above the button of her jeans, whispering “you want me to fuck you here, in front of everyone?” and it’s as if she comes back to reality briefly, looking around, at you and shaking her head, lips wobbling and tears in her eyes as you laugh and call her a whore.

doesn’t matter, though, you want that pussy and you’re getting it, easily. taking her to your bedroom because despite everything you are not letting others be cruel to her, she is yours to hurt. i can see her repeating over and over that she is not a whore while you’re undoing her jeans, shutting up only when you grab her face forcefully to look at you and your other hand finds her slit. you could do nothing, just let your hand there, she would be a moaning mess, so loud, bucking her hips and getting your palm sticky.

you can do what you want with her body, all night. slurp on her puffy cunt until she creams all over your face, stuff her full and hold her down as she squirms and screams because it’s too much, mark her up, grab her by the hair and ride her face until you cum and more just to get her messy, it’s your call. and when she wakes up next morning with your taste in her mouth and her hole aching, ass red from your handprints, you asleep by her side, she doesn’t know if she screams, if she cries, if she wakes you up— but i don’t think she would complain that much if you decided to deal with her panic by tossing her around a little.

[tiny-fren]

⋆｡°✩ Good Night ⋆｡°✩

Caregiver Future!Leo & Little!Casey Jr

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: Leon tries to help CJ get through firework season

A/N: For my littles and anyone else who can't handle fireworks. It's okay to be scared,everything will be okay.

     He was terrified of fireworks. The thousands of colors bursting into hundreds of different shapes were mesmerizing, but he hated the ear-shattering explosions before each one. They were too loud and they reminded him too much of the old days, back when it was just him and the resistance hiding from the kraang’s storm of weaponry. He knows things are different now but he just can’t help the globby tears that roll down his face once the first crack reaches his ears.

     Leon is a bit better when it comes to handling all the noise. His heart jumps from the surprise but with a few deep breaths, he can settle back into whatever he had been up to beforehand. It doesn’t stop him from flinching once in a while, but he can stand the drawn-out celebrations from afar. The fact makes him feel even more guilty whenever he has to coax his surrogate son out from under the bed with soft promises. “Everything’s going to be okay" He swears. But the poor thing never believes him until it's all over. It's hard on both of them,so he decides to find a solution.

   After enough time in this world, he's able to make a rough estimate of when they usually start. He takes the hours beforehand to put his plan into motion.

"It's getting late, Case. Don't you want to go to bed?"

   He's too busy coloring the lovingly drawn picture of his new family to give him an answer in words. Instead, he shakes his head with a little hum.

   Leon figured he wouldn't go down so easily, not when he was already hard at work surrounded by all the crayons Mikey gifted him. Looks like he'd have to bring out the secret weapon.

    He brings out his favorite stuffie, a sea turtle that somehow always managed to smell like his sensei even after thousands of swims in the laundry machine. It's the one thing that made him look up from his masterpiece.

"Your little guy looks pretty tired, don't you want him to get ready for bed?"

  And of course, Casey nods. He may be little but he treats the plush turtle as if it was his baby. He doesn't mind taking a break from playtime for him.

  It's the perfect trick to get him to the bathroom. While brushing his stuffed teeth with a toy toothbrush, Casey notices his sensei grabbing his. 

"I'm already here, might as well brush mine too, right?" 

  The timing is a complete coincidence, as was the strawberry-flavored toothpaste right next to him. Casey already admired his sensei when he was big,when he regressed he's a total copycat. Naturally, he decides to put his stuffie's toothbrush down for a moment to grab his. 

   Leon makes sure to finish a bit earlier than him so he can brush any nasty tangles out of his hair. The strokes from the character-themed hairbrush April bought him are calming, his sensei carefully tying his hair into one long braid even more soothing. He's relaxed, but definitely not sleepy. 

  Next was getting him out of his play clothes. He's used to falling asleep in his baggy sweater and overalls, so this step would be a bit tricky. It's a good thing Leon just so happened to have his special pajamas on hand,the ones he wears when he feels very little. 

"I washed them while you were taking a nap. I even used the detergent you liked, the one that smells like vanilla"

The tiny gasp almost makes the slider let out a sigh of relief. 

   He helps him into an extra baggy sweater - a hand-me-down from Raph - and the fluffy turtle-patterned socks he chose for his birthday all on his own. Seeing Casey smile and stim from the simple joy of his favorite clothes nearly makes him forget why he was putting him to bed so early. All he wanted was to protect his little's smile.

   As a reward, Leon lets Casey choose his pajamas for him. As expected, he ends up in the sweater Casey loves to bury his face in when he wakes up from a particularly scary dream. The memories of the soft fabric pressed right over his sensei's heart outweigh the ones of whatever made him toddle to Leon's side. 

  He reminds Casey how lonely he feels whenever he has to take a nap without a hug from his sensei, so it would probably help his stuffie sleep better if he joined the sea turtle under the covers. And Casey understands completely. Without question, he crawls under the sheets and gets comfy. The blanket is extra cozy thanks to Donnie, the soft shell working his tail off until he was 1000% sure it wouldn't overheat and hurt their tiny.

The warmth is soothing, fatigue slowly overtaking him.

Leon yawns into his hand. Looks like the routine was getting to him too.

"Why don't I read a story to your stuffie while you hold him?" Leon asks "Hugs make everyone sleepy, maybe it'll help him too"

  It makes sense to Casey, hugs always made him very,very sleepy. Plus he needed to get back to his drawing before he forgot what shade of blue he needed to finish his magnum opus.

    Leon pulls out his favorite storybook, Goodnight Moon, and reads aloud. He uses the same soft, gentle voice he always does, the one that never fails to soothe him after a rough day. His stuffie must be getting sleepy too. He wouldn't notice if he closed his eyes for a few seconds.

  Casey's eyelids fluttered shut. The cover's fluff kissed his cheeks goodnight. He curled into a ball to fully enjoy the snuggle.

  Just a few seconds and then he'd get right back to work. He just needed a few more seconds wrapped in the blanket's comforting hug.

   Leon watched as he began to drift off. Honestly,he didn't even need to look at the pages anymore to recite the full story. He let his voice grow softer and softer until it was barely a whisper. The story only ended once his Casey's face was half-buried in the pillow, breaths steady as he lay still.

Leon smiled, a fond look in his eye. They were almost finished.

   He set the book back on the side table before reaching for Casey's butterfly pacifier. He brought it to his lips, Casey accepting it in his sleep.

One last step. 

   Leon laid back down and pulled the covers over his shoulders. Carefully he brought Casey into his arms. He laid his head over his sensei's heart, each soft thump easing him into sweet dreams.

Perfect

  His little boy was safe from the terrifying explosions an hour away, nestled in his hold and fast asleep. Everything was going to be okay. Finally, Leon let himself rest. 

   He knew what they'd both wake up the next morning. Everyone in the lair still marveling over the fireworks that painted the night sky in every color. He didn't doubt their beauty,but truthfully? This moment of peace gave him more joy than they ever could. 

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 5, Part 5

The baby is here and the household has to adjust whether they like it (Cassandra and Rahul) or not (Savannah and Mercedes).

Cassandra: Go have some breakfast girls

Mercedes: But-

Cassandra: I’ll come when I can but I have to look after Viola for a bit

Savannah: Come Mercedes, we plan

Cassandra: Plan what

Savannah: I said play mama

Cassandra brushes off the tongue slip and settles down to pump. Her milk supply is back and she’ll have her work cut out for her avoiding mastitis this time.

Mercedes: How we plan

Savannah: You keep mama busy, I loud scare Viola

Mercedes: Will work

Savannah: Yes, go to plan

Rahul: What plan is that honeybee?

Twins: *freaked out faces*

Mercedes: We be heard

Rahul: Now girls mama and papa are tired after being at the hospital. I need to take care of outside while mama takes care of Viola. You two think you can occupy yourselves today

The girls nod quietly so Rahul heads outside to check on the livestock. The poor chickens need their morning feeding.

Mercedes: Food go fly, food go fly

Savannah: Waste food is silly, food nice

Mercedes: I like play. You think papa heard

Savannah: Not plan. He be mad if heard

Mercedes: I be cute self and-

Savannah: I bang bang on toy. V be scared off

Viola however looks perfectly happy in her new green onesie

Mercedes: Mama, you have time for me

Cassandra: Of course I have time for you little ladybug, I’ll just grab breakfast

Mercedes: This my best toy, very poor tant

Cassandra: Let me come and see!

Mercedes: It make noise, hear hear

Cassandra: Very nice Mercedes, is that what makes it important

Mercedes: My love make poor tant. You love make me poor tant

Cassandra: That's very sweet Mercedes

Meanwhile…

Savannah wobbles and almost falls on her face in the nursery.

Savannah: That close

Viola: *gurgles*

Savannah: Do you like music V? I hope not

Viola: *gurgles*

Savannah sits down and begins her task, thumping away loudly on the xylophone! Unfortunately for her Viola doesn’t react to this and after a while Savannah gets bored and starts to practice some tunes.

Outside Rahul finishes with the chickens, and the weeds, and begins to care for Turtle and Seven. They have better relationships with Cassandra but neither fight Rahul.

Mercedes: Savannah! I do job, you do

Savannah: V be tricky, she not care about my music

Mercedes: You must play too good

Savannah: I play loud, promise

Mercedes: We need new plan

Savannah: Let me think, V not win

Cassandra goes to check on Viola who is indeed doing fine. Since she doesn’t require care Cassandra figures she can help Rahul by doing the twins baths.

Cassandra: Who wants bubbles

Mercedes: Mama Savannah nap

Cassandra: Did she get too tired

Mercedes: Yes but I have bubbles mama

Cassandra: Here we go

Rahul: I see you there Binky

Binky: *twitches nose* do you have offering

Rahul: I’ll give you a gift in just a second, don’t go anywhere okay

Binky hops around the yard while Rahul finishes harvesting for today. When he’s finished he pops inside and grabs one of the older eggs to give to Binky. The rabbit approves and gives Rahul some apple jam in return.

It’s only been six hours but Cassandra feels like she has to pump again. She perches on Savannah’s bed while Mercedes babbles about her dolls. When Savannah wakes up she gets a bath before requesting to be carried to the nursery.

Savannah: Mama help with shape

Cassandra: You want some block help honeybee

Savannah: Yes

Cassandra: I suppose Viola is napping, we just have to keep quiet

Savannah sits down and begins going over shapes with Cassandra. Every so often she drops blocks loudly on each other but Viola sleeps through.

Rahul dishes up some cottage pie and Cassandra is getting the twins seated when Viola wakes up shrieking.

Savannah: V bad, she cry loud

Cassandra: She’s a baby honeybee, it’s tough being a baby

Rahul: Can I feed her? Please please please

Cassandra: *giggles* There’s plenty of milk in the fridge

Mercedes: Why mama laugh

Cassandra: Papa was being cute, that’s all

Mercedes: I cute

Savannah: Me to

Savannah: Why V have milk

Cassandra: She doesn’t have teeth yet. Now Mercedes, what do we do with our food

Mercedes: *sighs* eat, not make food fly

Cassandra: Good girl. Let’s get tucked in

…

Rahul: Well hello Viola, papa missed you when I was outside all day

Viola: *cries*

Rahul: There there, how about we try… a new diaper. Doesn’t that feel better? And what about some milk huh? I heated it up just for you

Cassandra: Can you two say Viola? Little ladybug? Honeybee?

Mercedes: Fly olaf *laughs*

Cassandra: Viola

Savannah: V old ga *laughs*

Cassandra sighs and breaks the name down for the two girls. After some work they manage it. Now they can say Viola properly when they make plans to remain the top kids in the house!

With Viola settled, Rahul and Cassandra both help the girls try to potty. Mixed results as Mercedes has a little accident. Then it’s off to bed, no time for stories tonight, Rahul is exhausted. As for Cassandra, it’s been 5 hours and she needs to pump again already. This may be a tricky thing to juggle.

Before heading to bed Cassandra says goodnight to Turtle and Seven. She apologises for not being outside much today and promises she’ll try tend to them tomorrow. Both seem content to snuggle.

Rahul: You’re here

Cassandra: Go back to sleep big guy, you were exhausted

Rahul: I’m not the one that went through labour

Cassandra: Does it count if it was a c-section

Rahul: Umm, I’m too tired to figure that out.

A few hours later…

Viola: *shrieks*

Rahul: Must be my turn

Cassandra: No, I think I need to pump again

Rahul: Already

Cassandra: It seemed okay with the twins but Viola really does not need this much

Cassandra peeks in to tell Viola she’s just heating up the milk then heads to the kitchen to sort it.

Cassandra: Here’s some milk I prepared earlier. You know mama has to pump, if you wanted to dirty your diaper at this time, it would be most convenient

Viola simply guzzles her milk and gurgles away while Cassandra sorts out her breasts. I left the right one too long and it leaked, whoops. Before going back to sleep Cassandra makes sure Viola is smiling even if she doesn’t want to use her diaper right now.

In the morning I make sure Cassandra wakes up before her breasts misbehave. Rahul makes the family French toast for breakfast and after Cassandra has fed Viola he goes and talks to her. During his cooing and rocking she uses her diaper and he is able to change it before heading to the garden.

Savannah: We take all mama time, Viola get no time

Mercedes: YES! Like plan Savannah

Savannah: You do as plan

Mercedes: Yuck is done

Cassandra: Good morning my darlings! Look at this wonderful breakfast papa made

Mercedes: Mama I have problem

Cassandra: Oh no, what’s wrong ladybug

Mercedes: I got yuck in pants. Savannah got yuck in pants to

Casandra: *sighs* really? Well I guess breakfast can wait, who should we change first

Savannah: Me older, I go first

Cassandra carries Savannah to the changing table while Mercedes goes over to Viola

Mercedes: *whispers* We win mama and papa, not Viola

Viola: *gurgles happily*

Cassandra: Okay now your turn Mer- what are you doing

Mercedes: Rock in chair

Savannah: *giggles* Rocking chair!

Mercedes: I said

Cassandra: Very clever, come on, we need to get you clean so mama can go look after Turtle and Seven

Outside the scores of crops have dwindled leaving the strongest aubergine in each one. Rahul has plenty of fertiliser on hand and doses them before beginning to harvest the plants. He’s using some of his family leave today so he can do what he likes. Cassandra meanwhile carries her breakfast outside to feed the chickens. She can’t collect eggs while eating though so takes some time to chat with the animals.

Savannah: Mama spend time with us, we win

Mercedes: I said

Savannah: Viola not do much. She gurgle and cry and sleep

Mercedes: She boring. Not like us

Savannah: I glad you my sister

Mercedes: I said!

Savannah: How big Viola get, we still be best sisters

Mercedes: YES! We best

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[canonisdead]

Rewrite of the Cure AU-Chapter 8: Security break and chirping

A concerning beeping noise startled Lenny as he was making his way back to the communications center.

The last time he heard it was during the Water Gun incident.

He checks on it and luckily the security breach seemed to be just located at the basement.

But he should still investigate on what was causing it.

It was back to concern when he came across the broken card scanner, electricity sparking from it. It seemed to have been smashed by something.

What the hell could have broken this? Lenny had this designed specifically so they wouldn’t break easily.

He steps towards the opened door and his ears twitch in shock from picking up the sound of a child crying.

The scientist cautiously moves down the steps, it has been an odd day after all. The purple light scans the room like search lights, a room he doesn’t really use, and they land on a familiar tiny figure.

It seemed to be shaking violently, it quietly cried and whimpered. It’s huddled in the corner.

It wasn’t warm down here at all, so he didn’t know why the little creature would come down here.

Lenny carefully approaches it, not wanting to scare the poor thing. Now that’s kneeling down closer to it, he realizes it wasn’t just a child. It was a baby.

Maybe somehow they had broken the scanner, so it must be able to jump high.

He quickly checks to see its limbs.

It didn’t seem to have any arms.

So maybe its head?

Should he be impressed that a baby did all that, or concerned over this high amount of IQ?

This creature was very strange looking for a baby. Usually a newborn baby will have a lot of fur, he’s confident the test subjects are kept in certain tubes of a certain liquid so they develop properly.

But it barely had any fur, logically it shouldn’t be able to survive like this. Without proper care, it probably would end up dying anyway.

Lenny winces at the thought. He have to get to his lab to create a liquid needed for correct development. Of course he wasn’t going to put a baby in a tube, a bath would be better.

And he had to get it out of the cold basement.

To be honest, he’s never held a baby before, but he had to try.

He slips off his coat, he didn’t really have anything else in here to use as a blanket.

“Hey, buddy, I need to get you out of here, it’s not safe down here.” He very carefully swaddled the scared tiny Tubby with his coat.

It emitted a high pitch chirping noise almost like a bird and his ears twitch back in response to the loud noise.

Guardian’s feet came to a halt, his head turning in response to a sharp noise. “What was that?” He eyes the open door.

“It’s probably nothing, we need to go to talk to Richard.” Tisa shoves him forward.

He turns his head again hearing someone climb up the steps. The black female shoved him again while also looking back.

“What are you holding?” It’s extremely rare to see Lenny only wearing ONE of his coats.

Whatever was in the coat in his arms was making small but high pitch noises.

“None of your business.” He makes his way in the direction of the elevator.

“Alright then.” Tisa pushes Guardian. “Off to the cafeteria, Richard will meet us there.”

While curious about Lenny, he moves forward.

She nudges him to a table where a tall red Teletubby was sitting, he was drinking something and Guardian kept getting distracted by the black beanie.

“Okay, let’s start.”

“I thought we were waiting for Richard?” Guardian’s pale eyes dart around, not realizing the red Tubby and Tisa were laughing under their breath.

“He’s right here Guardian.”

He glances at the male with a confused frown.

“Don’t worry, everyone gets confused.” Richard smiles a bit too gleefully for someone who was in charge.

“Richard you should get your paper and pen out, you don’t have a sharp memory like Lenny does.”

“Ah, right.”

“Alright, tell us what you know Guardian.”

“Uh, well, I was watching the test subjects like I always do when Tinky Winky broke the custard machine and then Po hung herself-”

“Whoa, wait, why did she do that?!” Richard interrupted, looking panicked.

“I think it was something in the custards, I got up to go get some custard samples after Dipsy tried to kill Laa-Laa.”

Tisa taps the table. “Did you get any?”

“No, Tinky Winky kept telling me to stop and wouldn’t let me.” He pouts slightly, recalling the purple Tele’s accusations of ‘stalking’.

“Well, it’s fine, we only need blood samples.” She pauses. “...Maybe we do need at least one cursed custard sample.”

“Did you find out why the custards are…” Richard narrows his brows as he tries to find the word to use, then just throws his arm out.

“No, I don’t know why or how the custards are doing this.”

Tisa stares at him for what feels like a long time.

“...So you don’t really know anything.”

“Come on Tisa, don’t be mean.” Richard spins his glittery pencil while Guardian shrugs.

“Not a single word he said is actually helpful to our situation.”

A vibration from her coat pocket draws everyone’s attention. She pulls a device out and...puts it to her ear. “What?”

No matter how much Guardian strained his ears, he couldn’t hear the other line.

“That’s an odd request but okay sir.” She shoves the object back in her pocket. “I think we’re done here, I need to head off to the lab.”

“Which lab? There’s more than one.” Richard stands up, folding the paper into his jacket and taking off his beanie for a second to drop the pencil into.

“On the top floor, duh.” She walks into a hallway.

“You’ll be okay on your own, right?” The red Captain addresses him.

Guardian nods once making Richard beam as he leaves down a different hall.

He waits for a bit before following the way Tisa left.

After walking through hallways she stops in front of what he can only assume is how to get to the top floor. She presses a button before the doors open and she steps in.

He makes sure to stay out of sight and only revealing himself when the doors shut.

Guardian slowly approaches it while it emits small noises until a sharp ding rings out. He waits for several minutes before pressing the button, he’s startled by the doors even though he’s aware it was going to happen.

He slowly backs into the...thing.

The metal doors shut making him a bit nervous about being in a tight space.

There are a number of buttons but all he had to do was press the highest number.

It begins making the same sounds from before, he covers his ears when the same ding rings out. The doors open and he carefully steps out.

And great, there’s more doors.

“Maybe I can just listen to the doors?” So he starts pressing his ears to all the doors, all he got was shivering.

Until he got to the last one.

“...Did you bring someone with you?”

“No, why?” Tisa’s voice sounded truly confused.

“He can’t possibly know I’m here.” Guardian mumbles under his breath.

“...I see.” There’s one second of silence before he speaks. “Are you almost done, I’m concerned this poor kid will dry up.”

A sharp chirping noise makes itself known.

“Does he have a bird in there?” He wonders to himself.

“Yeah it should be done, do you literally plan on bathing the kid in this chemical instead of water?” Tisa’s voice was getting closer to the door.

“Of course, he obviously did not come out of a womb so he needs this-”

“Please never say that again.” She suddenly opens the door making Guardian fall inside.

“...Uh, what are you doing up here?”

“Doing such a terrible attempt at stalking.” The taller Teletubby in the room shakes his head.

“I’m not stalking! I’m eavesdropping!” The white Tele pouts, why was everyone using that word.

He seems to ignore his protest. “If you’re going to stalk people physically, you need to learn to not talk out loud, you alert others to your presence.”

“Wait are you explaining to him how to stalk?” Tisa raises an eyebrow.

“He’s doing it wrong.” Lenny sighs exasperated as he unwraps the bundle and sets the tiny baby in the tub of strange green liquid.

Guardian was torn between insisting he wasn’t stalking and wanting to know what the tall Tubby was doing.

The tiny creature lets out another chirping noise.

Guardian gets onto his feet and curiously moves further into the room. The other didn’t shoo him out of the room so he took that as a good sign to move closer to the tub on the desk.

He was unable to really see the stumbling creatures from the helicopter, but he’s positive this tiny chirping thing was one of the creatures.

“Is this one of the…” Guardian didn’t really know exactly what to refer to it as.

“The creatures? Yes.” He uses his gloved hand to gently pat the green...maybe water where it wasn’t reaching on the little...creature.

“What is it sitting in?”

“He’s sitting in a chemical that’ll help him develop properly and not die.”

“Huh? Why would he die without it?” He looks at the baby again who was staring right at him.

Its-his eyes were black with tiny green pupils.

“Because his skin is too dry and barely has any fur, babies typically usually have all their fur grown when they are officially out of the mother’s womb.”

Guardian blinks.

“Will he need it forever?”

“No, of course not, just until he’s developing properly.”

He wiggles his arm less body and chirps again.

“He seems to be less scared than he was previously.” The indigo Tele comments out loud.

Guardian watches closely when eventually he grabbed the soft looking towel next to the tub so he could carefully rewrap the tiny Tubby.

He emits a high pitch chirping noise, craning his neck in Guardian’s direction.

The taller eyes him then glances at Guardian, though because of the goggles he couldn’t really see his eyes very well.

“I normally don’t like this but...can you step closer?”

Even though he was confused by the whole sentence, he walked closer, pausing at the other’s slight tensing.

Then was thoroughly taken aback when he stuffed the swaddled kid into his hoodie, like not actually inside, into as in he can feel the baby against his chest fluff.

Of course he doesn’t wear a shirt, a shirt AND his hoodie would feel suffocating.

Guardian looked at him, truly confused.

Lenny shrugs a bit. “It’s a Fluff thing, I think it might be good for him if he’s against a lot of fluffy soft fur.”

“Huh? How do you know I have soft fur?”

He walks around him. “Because I’ve heavily researched Fluffs.”

Guardian carefully follows him, faintly noting Tisa must have left at a certain point, mindful of the literal baby against his chest. “You keep saying that word as if I’m a separate species.”

“...Well it’s more like you’re a different race, species more refers to different kinds of antennas.” He locks the door once they’ve both officially stepped out.

“What? How am I a different race?”

“You’re literally the fluffiest Teletubby here and I could list every feature of different races, but there’s an apocalypse to deal with and I have to get Richard to do his job and there’s just too much to do.”

Guardian looks up at his head and well maybe different races are a thing, because Lenny’s ears were sharper than Laa-Laa’s.

...And Dipsy, Tinky Winky, Po, and Laa-Laa also were very different from each other.

“What is he then?”

The other looks down at the baby that seems to have finally settled down since he isn’t making those loud chirping noises. “I actually am not really sure at the moment.”

...That was until they stepped into the thing that brought him up to the top floor in the first place.

The second it started going down, the child began making the sharp sounds again.

Lenny's ears twitched violently while Guardian just winced.

[takalzuoom]

Hi saw your requests are open so is it ok to request the first years being jealous of their s/o cuddling grim instead of them?

hello!

…whoops

okay, so, i started this in june and finally finished today. i have horrendous writers block where all my thoughts and ideas are just jumbled around and i just can’t write anything for the life of me. this isn’t my best work, but it is my work none the less and i managed to complete it in a creatively challenging time. so i hope you enjoy it ‼️

i love Deuce i swear, i just got bored with his part…😬

Ace

“Don't do that”

“Do what?”

“Coddle him” 

“Oh, quiet Ace! He went through something very traumatic- leave him alone”

“Yeah! Leave me alone!”

“It was his fault! He knows not to pull anything on Vil! Cause when there's Vil, there's Rook!

“Who ended up chasing him around the school with his bow and arrow for 20 minutes!”

“Yeah! I’m the victim here!”

*Buzzer noise* Wrong-o!

No cause ace was getting pissed off at this point

Cause after a long, long day of school club and hanging out with friends, he deserved some y/n time. Don't you think?🤨

Like he didn't miss class once today! He’s earned it 😐

So like a bull in a china shop, he barged into the ramshackle with a heavy backpack. Complaining about Riddle. About what?

Sevens know what

But he threw you on the couch, soon following as he manhandled you into the corner.

So basically your back was against his chest as you were both playing 'a knock-off version of Mario kart’

Your words again, cause only seven know what a Mario is

Sigh, everything was perfect with Ace being a little shit and your laughter echoing so loud through the ramshackle, that the ghosts just couldn’t help but investigate 

And of course, Ace was being a little shit, kicking you when you would pass him, randomly shouting when you were about to catch - and my personal favorite

Shoving you off the couch, getting on top of your waist and immediately going for your sides when you prevailed through his distractions,

So yeah, everything was almost perfect he says as your screaming for him to stop cause the tickling is starting to hurt

Keyword: almost

Until grim came running in, tears rolling down his fur as he yelled for you, effectively killing ace who got scared shitless. Though you reacted quickly, shoving him off and running to the cat's aid 

Oh sevens you would’ve thought Someone died by loud Grim was wailing… Which was completely unlike the fur all as he was a big baby

(He denies it)

Until he was sniffing about how rook was out to kill him, again

“Mhm, yeah, okay Grim whatever you say. C’mon y/n let's get back to the game”

“Gimme a sec Ace” you mumbled picking up the cat as you started consoling him

And of course, Ace was about to call ‘bull’, but an arrow landed right next to your head, effectively piercing the wall as a small, purple note unfolded 

‘ Je t’aime petit chat <3 ‘

You huffed "How romantic"

Though Grim only yelled louder.

As you looked up at Ace gave you an unimpressed look

“You really believe that?”

“Ace… An arrow just almost pierced my head through the window!” You huffed, scurrying to the kitchen with a tight hold on the squirming cat

Great, just great, ‘the great grim strikes again’ as a cockblock.

Fucking cats

Sighing, he plopped down on the couch with a pout, looking over at the discarded controllers

“I’m here,” you said, voice nasal liner than usual- Oh great scenes what's that awful stench

And there you were, clothespin over your nose as a munching grim laid happily in your arms 

Making room for you as he grumbled about the awful smell, Grim all of a sudden started begging you to sit on the other couch since Rook already struck there and he might do it again

“Lighting doesn’t strike twice Grim, yer fine”

“Well, Rook does! And he wants my head!” 

“Mhm“ he was unimpressed at Grim’s piss poor acting, and how you didn't catch on- was beyond him!

Shrugging at Ace as you sat down, you began petting the distraught cat, as Ace rolled his eyes wider,

So he went back to playing- single player this time as you were too busy with your pet. 

You should be cooing and laughing at him, not that fleabag!

Speaking of the pet, he felt a heavy gaze on him as he sneaked a peek at you both-

Why the fuck was he looking at him like that

Oh my seven. A lightbulb went off in his brain as the cat's tuna smirk got larger.

That little shit did it on purpose 

Ace gasped audibly, brows furrowing as he pointed to the cat, who quickly looked away while feigning innocence

Oh my sevens he was right

If the light bulb lit up before then it practically exploded now as he remembered Grim’s vow of revenge yesterday. All because he didn't give him the answer to Trein’s homework he work so hard to get

Little fucking bitch

“I thought he was gonna kill me” grim dramatically whined, throwing the empty can of tuna to the ground as you squeezed him tighter

“There there, Grim- let's get you all cleaned up”

He sniffled “I can still see him when I close my eyes”

“ I know Grim”

Carrying him like a baby, grim only smirked as ace gasped again, hand flying to his chest in disbelief 

🖕🐱🖕

“That little punk is fool’n ya y/n! Look!”

You brought grim to your face who was already back crying

Calling Ace insensitive while glaring, you put grim back in the crook of you next as you made your way towards the stairs

‘Suck it’ grim mouthed as he did the ‘decapitation’ signal. 

>:0

leaning back into the couch, Ace could only huff in annoyance as he grabbed his controller and went back to button mashing

“I fucking hate this place” Ace slouched into the couch, trying to drown out your cooing

Deuce

“Uhh y/n?”

“Yes, Deuce?”

“what are you doing?”

“Nothing much, why”

“Ah… just asking”

LOOK AT HIM. 

GIVE. HIM. ATTENTION.

STOP SCROLLING THROUGH MAGICAM AND L O O K

Pleaseeee 😩

Though that little brat Grim had no problem giving him attention, smirking at him as he sprawled all over your stomach. 

Oooo someone get Crowley 'cause there’s about to be an overblottt

(or not, cause Crowley is quite literally like a bird, only squawking and shitting and sometimes doing the occasional party trick)

HE DESERVES TO BE CUDDLED- NOT GRIM

He couldn't even say anything as his mouth was gaping like a carp as grim continued to roll all over you while making continued eye contact with him. 

So all he could do was plop on the other sofa, clenching his fist as Grim was now propped on your stomach, elbow holding him up as he waved. 

…That rat bastard (my aunt says this and I find it hilarious)

Deuce could live without your cuddles and reassurance…. But not today. 

Cause after absolutely BOMBING TREIN’S history midterm- the one you both spent all week studying for

sigh 

 He just wanted to be in your arms 😿

He’s just an innocent little boy, won't you take pity upon him?🥺

Apparently not cause Grim is still staring him down. 

“Deuce, you're staring, is everything alright love?”

Ah. Uh. Ehhh

“Bombed Trein’s test” was all he was able to mutter. The taste of his words was like black licorice as put his head in his hands as he had a tight grip on his hair

He heard a sigh, which was shortly followed by Grim’s grumbling and a light pause

Then a small thud, and what sounded like paws walking away. Though when he finally peeked from behind his wrists he saw you sitting on the couch, smiling. Arms outstretched as you beckoned him over

Though looking over to where he heard the diminishing ‘footsteps’ he saw Grim, standing down the hallway just… staring at him. That was until

🖕🐱🖕

“He- he flipped me off” 

“He may be sassy, but he is just a cat, he has no portable thumbs ”

He nestled into you, arms snaking around your waist, legs dangling over the edge as he was still in shock about what just occurred. 

“He just… “

“He’s a cat deuce”

“Yeah- But! He breathes fire! So he could flip me off!”

“You know he doesn’t have the brain capacity for that”

Jack

Jack needed you. 

Let me rephrase that. 

Jack had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day 

From his morning run being cut short because of a leg cramp, being late to class, someone somehow stepping on his tail, and then missing his favorite lunch!

Just a bunch of small clouds that slowly added up into one big cloud that loomed over his head the entire day. But he could eat with it. 

So, as any level-headed character would, he decided to deal with it at practice. You know? Get his frustrations out while attempting to make up for his morning run. 

Until his luck carried over to that. 

And oh boy there's a list. 

From Jack tripping when the gun went off, Jack tripping on his shoelace when he was about to pass the leader, Jack having no water since another first year tripped over it causing it to spill, Jack getting gel in his eyes, someone stepping on his tail again! And even coach Vargas yelled at him for slacking!

So yeah, he was having a shit day 

He was confident that he was hiding his mood. 

But he forgot he was a beast man and an incredibly domineering kid already. So beastmen and non -beastmen. Beastmen plugged their noses from the aggressive, angry smell, and non-beastmen cleared the hallways once they took a glance at his deepened scowl and clenched fist. And if they’ve learned anything from Trein’s class, it was to never mess with an animal (or beastmen) whose tail had a low, slow wage and pulled back ears 

He had one mission and one mission alone, to get to you- his last resort of claiming down before he goes apeshit

What better way to counter his shit day than to hang out with his partner?

(He would rather die than admit he wanted you to cuddle him. Though couldn't deny the slight tail wag every time he recalled holding you close as you would kiss his cheek. 

(Which was a lot better than punching a wall… or person)

So off he went to the ramshackle, quicker than usual due to the lack of foot traffic 

You told him he could just enter and exit as he pleases, but he knew better than that, not wanting to come at a bad time or to intrude your privacy…

Even though you insisted he did. 

So he knocked

The thought of just walking in and cuddling you was tempting, but he didn't. But as 5 minutes turned to 10, he was growing increasingly annoyed- until a ghost showed up and let him in. 

“Hello Jack! Y/n is in their room resting, please come in” and with that, he entered 

He didn’t know if the ghosts were going to prepare something for him, or wake you up to let you know you had company, but he excused himself and made his way up to your room- already preparing an excuse so he could weasel his way in next to you 

So with a (useless) knock on your door and fighting the hesitation that racked his mind, he entered. And there, like a lump on a log, was you sleeping. Hair sprawled out beside you, as you were wrapped like a pig in a blanket. 

JACK TAIL WAG JACK TAIL WAG

And almost like a cold gust of wind on a summer day, jack felt his shoulders and jaw relax 

And dear sevens, if only he saw himself now. Knowing he’d already wipe the growing smile off his face and still his wagging tail 

Softly making his way towards your bed with a small, microscopic smile, he was about to touch your face- until a paw swatted him away

What in the-

“No touching my henchman” Grim scowled, climbing out of the blankets (and Jack would rather not dwell on where he was resting) as he was now by your face, standing as he put his arms out. Acting like a barrier between you and your boyfriend 

“Huh? What- no. I wasn't going to do anything to them, just wake them up”

“No! “

???? Where- where did this cat get the audacity????

“Fine” Jack huffed, walking to the over vacant side of the bed

“No!” Grim scrambled to the other side, effectively sprawling himself over the bed with a glare. Okay, now Jack was getting annoyed

“You're not allowed to wake my henchman! They told me to shoo away anyone who bothers them!”

“I'm not bothering them, I just want-“

And with that, grim slammed himself on your side, arms and legs wrapped around you tightly as his glare remained. 

???????

At this point, Jack was getting uncomfortable. Seeing grim cozy up to you- quite aggressively with full-on eye contact might add. Was just really pissing him off

“Hey don't do that to them while they're sleeping” going to grab Grim, who then swatted him, jack’s eyebrows were furrowing faster than he ran

And at this point, Jack had enough, so instead, he joined Grim and you in bed, on a new mission to get Grim off you and then actually snuggle with you. 

( i really wanna write that jack pulls him off and grim flies across the room, hits the wall then attacks jack and they get into a huge brawl while you try not to giggle)

But I won't. I can't. 

Cause it's better than that

You, annoyed that your boyfriend wasn't taking  initiative, wake up, pull grim by his scruff, and toss him out

Not even a toss, you full-on chucked him out. Like you were throwing a football

and you thought about pretending you did that in your sleep, but the ‘uhh’ coming from Jack’s throat proved that you weren't going to get away with it.

So you turned to face him as he stared at the door to see a mad Grim slowly walking away from the door just in time for you to miss him

🖕🐱🖕 

But with the awkward eye contact and Jack quite literally weighing down your bed with pure muscle… it was hard to take anything seriously 

“I'm sorry Jack, I couldn’t move ‘cause Mr. snuggle bug was so tired.” You swore you heard Grim argue in the background “And I wanted to see what happened- OW!”

He flicked your forehead! How rude! 

“That’s not very nice of you!” Huffing as he laid down back facing you. Drooping yourself over him, you began playing with his hair and nuzzling his neck to let him know you were sorry about not intervening

You received a grumble, but you know the apology was appreciated when you felt his tail wagging against your thighs

Epel

I've never written for Epel or Sebek before so bare with me 🙇🏻

He was tired. That’s all. 

Tired of school, tired from spell drive, and most importantly- tired of Vil’s ‘special treatment’

(More like hell)

And so what better way than to end the day than with your world-famous cuddles?

“Why is he here?”

You shrugged, letting down Grim who started to wander Epel’s room, face in awe as he compared it to a ‘five-star hotel compared to your 0-star dump motel’ 

“I couldn't find a babysitter”

“I’m a grown cat! I don't need a babysitter!”

“Tell that to Lucious, who is still in recovery!”

“Never” he hissed

You sighed, hugging your boyfriend as he eyed grim who was just- going through his things like he was even there. 

Letting go, Epel stood standing as you lay on the bed

“I'm sorry, what were you saying”

You chuckled “I said” he heard you rustling behind him as Grim started inching closer to his carvings 

“What's up, that made you go into such a poo-poo mood?”

Grim 

“Just been a bad day”

5 feet

“Ah really, like what? Was it ‘he who shall not be named” you joke

3 feet, Epel started inching closer

“Uh huh”

“Was it your mom”

“Yep- I- what?”

Turning around to look at your smirking face, he heard a crash 

“Grim are you kidding me?” You yelled, dashing behind Epel to snatch away Grim. 

A shiver ran up Epel’s spine and he could feel his eye twitch as he whipped around at the scene

Though it all went in slow motion for a second, each apple- carving and work in progress hitting the floor. Their screams in agony as they bounced on the rug, and ricocheted off each other. 

Though the one his eyes never left was the butterfly apple he carved for you- just for you. He could see a single tear roll down its skinny body before it completely shattered on the floor. 

It was quiet. There were no more screams, no more cries, no more nothin’

“Epel…”

He couldn't even hear you as he slowly turned towards you, eyes no longer sparkling like the chandler in Vil’s room as you beckoned him to his bed 

“Epel, sweetie, are you alright?”

He couldn't even speak as he nuzzled into your neck as his mind played catch up

Nodding his head solemnly, he closed his eyes as his head started to throb-

“Oh shit lol, sorry about that”

A twig snapped

“You sonava bitch! ‘M gon’ whoop yer ass harder ‘den molasses!”

“Epel- Epel wait no!”

Holding him down as he began to squirm in your hold as he reached for grim, who was now using you as a human shield. 

“Get out ‘ere ‘n fight me like uh real man!” 

“Y/n hold me, I'm scared!” Grim cried as you pushed Epel away causing him to hit the floor. But thanks to his adrenaline pumping, he was quick to recover and pounce again- until he saw grim smirking from behind you as you acted like a barrier, clearly frowning

“You really gon’ help dat thing?”

“It was an accident, plus you were scaring him”

“I’ve met mice with more ba-“

“Epel!” You gasped. With lighting speed you picked Grim up, hugging him tightly as his sight-eating smirk only grew larger. Backing up to his headboard, you shot him a glare

You've gotta be kidding me right? Like- this is all one big joke, right?

Why were you cuddling him? The one who broke the present he spent weeks on! You should be consoling him! Not grim 😾

Oooo he was so mad. His mind already running through different revenge scenarios

But no, he was better than that- better than him. He won't drag himself down to Grim’s level just because he got him upset. No. That’s not very manly of him

Think. What would Leona do? What would Vil do? What would anyone else in this scenario do-

“Oh, y/n..” 

“Yes, Epel?”

“I’ll be right back, okay?”

He heard you hum in acknowledgment as he made his way towards the door, checking behind his shoulder to see grim snuggle closer to your lying form, eyes earthing him like a startled deer

What felt like a few hours ended up being a few seconds as your mind already started to drift when Grim’s startled gasp echoed. 

“Y/n he’s here! He knows I’m here! Help me !” Groaning groggily as Grim started trampling all over the sheets,

“Huh? What, what are you talking about?”

Though he had already leaped off the bed and made a break towards the door, inaudible cries left his fear-stricken face as you just stared at him owlishly

He abruptly paused before he left the open door.

“No!” Diving under the bed and weaseling his way through the crates of apples that made a labyrinth under this bed

The only evidence of his presence was a slowly rolling apple and a few muffled whimpers 

“Ah, trickster!”

“Rook”

“You wouldn't have happened to see that certain feline companion of yours around, have you?

“Hmm,” You thought aloud, hand on your chin “Well, I’m not sure. One minute he was here, the next minute he wasn't though he may be close by…”

He smiled, spewing some kind of French bullshit as he left with a skip in his step, your boyfriend emerging from behind the huntsman

“Anytime Rook”

“Epel…” you warned

“What?” He gaped, making his way towards the bed as he kicked a crate more under the bed, a muffled yelp was barely audible as Epel yawned, saying some bullshit about how ‘beat he was’

You snorted “Is that so Mr. man?”

“You bet”

Cuddling closer to you, he discreetly looked over the edge of the bed to see a pair of paws flipping him off ???

“Little shit”

Sebek 

What was one way to get Sebek quiet? Well, quieter than usual 

Cuddle him. 

You've tried flustering him, but he would only get louder and cause your ears to ring. You tried kissing him, but he’d only shove you off then lecture you about germs??? (Bruh idk, he's using anything at this point)

So the best next thing to do is cuddle him. Don't get me wrong- he adores cuddling. 

Only if it’s Diasomnia though, and sevens forbid you to ask him to relax 

“I can not! What if there is a sudden call from waka-sama? Or someone comes into harm's way! I would not be a strong, super knight if I could not protect those dear to me!”

Does this man have any shame? 

As previously shown, he loves being there to keep you safe and sound as he imagines all these different scenarios of rescuing you if there was a burglar or some heinous creature  

Like Grim who decided to intrude on you….

Yep, just you, your obnoxious boyfriend and even more obnoxious 2” menace of a house pet in bed…

it was going great!...

Yeah, this wasn't going to work.

Especially when Sebek had just given you hair privileges (2 months into dating) and he was excited. Seeing you brush through Grim’s fur made him wonder what it’d feel like if it was your hand in his hair 

“Do not shy away hu- y- perfect! You finally see how fae are superior in every way of hyenine! Espcially grooming!” .... .... “Did konw that waka-sama grooms-

”Anyways

It was exactly how he imagined, warm, comforting, and powerful. 

But as fast as it started, it stopped. The warmth of your hands was suddenly gone- and when he was about to complain he was met with electric blue, cocky eyes. 

Though of course, you couldn't see since Grim was staring right at his soul

Jolting up from your thighs (which he had insisted upon ‘resting’ on since he could be able to spring into action at any time -not some other reason-

What the waka-sama??

“Hu- y/n, why must this…” He gave him a once over “pest be here? Last time I checked I hadn’t invited him”

“He was lonely” you shrugged, never once stopping your nails from trailing his back. The cat let out a content sigh

“My henchman said they weren't doing anything today, so we were planning on catching up on our show until you kidnapped them. So this is technically your fault”

Sebek gaped, eye twitching and fist clenching as he felt his heart rate start to pick up 

What. The. Fuck.

“How dare you insinuate that this is my fault! There is not one but to blame but yourself you scheming mongrel! I ought to have your head for that blasphemy!”

Sebek sprung out of bed, taking the covers with him as his foot hit the floor with a thundering step. 

Groaning his name, you rolled over with Grim “You wanna fight huh? I can take ya with my eyes closed!”

“That is what I like to hear, pest. On your feet!”

“Sebek! Where the fuck did you get that!"

"One must be prepared for everything perfect!"

"Oh yeah, uh huh right. Well, you mind putting it down!"

There in his pajama pants no shirt glory, was Sebek, hand on hip as he pointed his sword at you. The point of the blade was so close it  almost disappeared from view

“Oi! Watch where you’re pointing that thing!”

“You wanted a fight” he got into a ready position “You will get a fight”

Scrambling back as you left grim by itself, Sebek began swinging, actually trying to hit grim as he kept yelling about ‘paying for his sins?’ Whatever that means

“ Calm your manservant henchman!”

Uh oh

The swooshing stopped, and so did Sebek as you peeked from over the bed at his disgusted face 

“Manservant/ Manservant!” He gasped “You dare insinuate that I, a knight in training of the benevolent, astounding, all-powerful wake-sama, would be a ‘servant’ to a lowly human?” He snipped

... What

“I was going easy as you are y/n’s familiar. But now, you shall feel my retribution!”

Grim gulped 

“Sebek stop! He’s only trying to get under your skin.” You scowled

Though he ignored you, per usual

“That’s it I’m out” hands in the air, you walked behind a panicking grim with a sigh 

“Human stay!”

“Stay?” You gasped, pointing towards him, his stance never wavering “ I’m not your dog Sebek! And you!” You turned your hand to Grim “ We can always watch our show before we go to bed! So you didn’t have to ruin our date!”

You swore they were made of stone as they didn’t move an inch, Sebek’s piercing eyes never stopping as he was mid-strike, and Grim’s running position as he at least dared to look a little guilty

“I’ll call you when you’re down with your temper tantrum Sebek”

Going going gone! You left the room with a lick of the door, both male's eyes following your figure until they were left to stare at the door. 

there was a pregnant silence

“Tiny cat… You, are the one to blame for this”

“Wha- Me?”

“Indeed! If it wasn't for you none of this would have happened! It is your fault that they walked out!”

“Well if you weren't such a selfish jerk we would have all gotten along just fine!”

“How dare you call me a selfish jerk you- you-“

Grim came back to Ramshackle with a haircut

looking sharp Grim

🖕🐱🖕

I’m actually really proud of Sebek’s part ng. and yes- he is racist... sorry babes

I love how you can see the shift in quality with each part lololol

ALSO- HALLWOEEN EVENT????? aHhhhHHHHAH

tumblr on the computer is a scam, i spent 20 minutes spacing everything out perfectly only for it to fuck it out and bullet point it… smh😐

also hate how long and wordy this is but oh well🤷🏻

[safetycar-restart]

Charles being scared of fireworks, so you're spending the whole night in your apartment. At first you tried to watch his fav film to distract him but it didn't work. So you're taking him to the bed room to take care of your boy.

At first you're undressing him slowly, kissing his face and body, stroking his skin until he's just whiny mess only capable of mumbling soft 'mommy's and' please's. Then you prep him carefully and without haste. You want him to stop thinking about everything that surrounds him and think only about you. When you start fucking him his eyes roll back and his mind really shuts down. You flood him with pleasure and praise by telling him what a good boy he is for you.

In the end, he doesn't even notice when it's past midnight and the fireworks aren't going off anymore.

- 🪸

Oooo I love this!!! A headcannon of mine is that Charles has quite a few sensory issues, so this fits right in with that and I love it so much!!

So firstly, Charles just doesn’t like fireworks. He never has liked them and he never would. They’re so loud and then they’re so bright. He hates loud noises AND he hates very bright things. Fireworks are both.

Despite this, he’s gone to many New Year’s parties that included views of fireworks, mostly because he didn’t want to admit that he doesn’t like them, that their sound scares him and their brightness hurts his eyes.

But then he meets you, and you go out of your way to try and accommodate all his weird quirks. You always peel the apples before adding them to smoothies to prevent the skin from forming little bits, never have the overhead light on, always keep some extra soft shirts in your apartment for him, etc.

You just do all you can to make sure his life is as easy as it can be, because you love him and accept him for who he is, including all the sensory issues. So when he admits he doesn’t like fireworks, it’s a no brainier for you to suggest that you two stay home.

Charles looks at you like you’ve gone insane. Because you’re… you’d stay home with him? Just like that? You’d skip celebrating new years to stay indoors with him just because he doesn’t like fireworks?

You confirm that yes, yes you would. And Charles can’t deny himself this. So he agrees.

You tell your friends that you’re having a quiet new years together, watching the fireworks from his apartment in Monaco.

The reality is that you have all the windows and blinds closed in his apartment, trying to block out the fireworks as much as possible. You’re cuddled on the couch, chatting about nothing in particular while kissing.

But your poor baby boy is so tense!! He can vaguely hear the pops of fireworks throughout the night and he hates it so so much!! Why won’t it stop!!!

That’s when you ask him if he wants to scene, telling him that it’ll distract him. He agrees almost instantly, because he’d never turn down a scene with you.

Maybe you actually grab Charles’s noice cancelling headphones that he uses on flights? You tell him that all he has to do for this scene is so lay there and let you play with him, that he can cum whenever he wants. And then you have him put the headphones on.

And fuck he loves it so much!!

He can’t hear a thing, which makes your touches so much more intense. But most importantly, he doesn’t hear the fireworks at all.

You stretch him out slowly, feeling his legs shake on either side of you. You press kisses to his thighs and hips, just kissing anywhere you can reach to comfort him as you slowly work him open.

All the tension drains from his body when you start fucking him, letting out little whines and “mommy” over and over again. He can’t even hear your responses, so he’s whining just on instinct. You can see how gone he is, not a single thought in his pretty head. None at all.

You make him cum just after midnight, making sure to end the scene only once the fireworks are over.

He does most of the aftercare with the headphones still on, because the sudden rush of sound would overstimulate your poor little one.

When you do take the headphones off, you whisper constant praise to him, making sure he knows how good he was.

And then tell him it’s the new year, and now he can get his first cuddle session of 2023.

[dorimena]

i’m recently jumped on the subby!bakugou train and i can’t help but imagine this:

when the time came for his first time with you, he thought had that shit it the bag. how hard could it be? well, turns out it ain’t what he expected. everything was going fine until it was time for you to lower on his cock. as soon as you did that, he was done for. you were so unbelievably soft and warm and tight, he lost all drive to be the one in charge. you thought there was something wrong with him for a hot minute because he was just fuckin sitting there, panting and not answering you. “Suki, do you want me to start moving?” “hmMMm” is the one time he did answer, along with him burring his head into your chest and squeezing you tighter. It’s like he was bracing for something. Adorable. Well when you did start moving, boy was he in for it. Instead of grunts and groans like you were initially expecting from such a tough guy, he was letting out moans which you have never, ever heard from him before. While you were setting the pace, you tried getting him to move away from your chest so you could see that cute face of his. Though he wasn’t budging. What you did see of his face however, was a lovely shade of pink across his cheeks, ears and even his shoulders. Poor thing was embarrassed for not being able to take control and feeling so overwhelmed already. Adorable. You just might have to give him a reward for that.

This is- my heart doki-dokied a bit too hard and I was ready to combust (´,,•ω•,,)♡

You guys have been dating for some time, but you don’t really remember how long, not that it would matter.

He came to you out of the blue, nervous and trying not to make eye contact with you while having a cute blush on his cheeks. But you didn’t point it out or ask him about it, knowing it’ll just scare him off and have him ‘forget’ what he wanted to ask or say.

“I’m ready” is all he said before getting up and going to your shared bedroom.

You remember how your friends made a scandal about you guys living together and sharing a bed but never having sex. Not because they’re religious or anything, but more because they didn’t understand why you guys weren’t getting it on with one of the hottest proheroes in the country, unless he had erectile dysfunction.

Let’s just say the ruckus and mockery was enough to make you begin ignoring them. Maybe they had good intentions, but they’ve done a horrible job actually caring. You’re sure they just wanted the juicy details to get themselves off of.

Meanwhile, Bakugou’s lady friends, Mina and Jirou, were much nicer with the information, trying to not have you be discouraged with how long Bakugou’s taking with having sex with you, even if you later clarified that you’re not bothered by it, but you’re glad they care about your emotional wellbeing (?) Well, only Mina kind of confuses you sometimes, but she went to lengths to make you a cheer-up box. Really was just a box full of nice snacks that you hid from Bakugou before he pouts snarls about how he can make better snacks.

You feel a bit shy, suddenly bare on top of him after being fingered well enough to take his thickness. The blond, on the other hand, is sporting a smirk, one full of impatience yet pride, wanting to hear you moan and whine like you did moments ago. He’ll be the one making you cry tonight, making you beg for him and cry out his name loud enough to alert the neighbors about who is railing you.

Even if you both spoke about dynamics and such, you both also agreed that it didn’t matter how the first time went, as long as you both enjoy yourselves.

But boy oh boy was Bakugou thrown into a horny loop.

The moment you sink down on him, he feels you clench hard around his suddenly hypersensitive dick, he feels his gut being punched quite deeply and his thighs quiver, whether in anticipation, impatience or overstimulation.

But how could he already feel overstimulated?

He doesn’t really, but he can’t put a finger on how or what he’s feeling, not when all you keep doing is clenching and sucking more and more of him deep inside you, small pants leaving your mouth as you adjust being enough to make him realize that he can’t… move.

He’s not frozen in fear or shame, but he suddenly forgot how to move.

As if you’re sucking his knowledge of how to sex out from his dick.

God, why did you feel so good? Not even his not-so-secret fleshlight satisfied him enough like this.

Heck, he’s not even a virgin! But he sure does feel like one again.

Once you are ready, you ask him “You gonna move?” in such a sweet tone, in such a soft tone, Bakugou barely gets to remember how to answer properly.

So a hum of confirmation is the only thing you hear from him before you feel how his hips oddly move, as if simply trying to reach more in you. And if you hear his voice crack a little, you don’t say anything at all.

You wait for a bit but his hips really don’t do anything, but they keep twitching. So you tighten your grip on his shoulders and begin to grind slowly, feeling how he slides out a little and then slides back in perfectly.

Bakugou shudders as you keep doing that, his eyes focused on your chest before leaning in, burying his face in your skin as his arms wrap around your waist now, holding you not too tight but tight enough to somewhat ground him back into reality.

How pathetic! All of his sexual prowess and experience, his dominance, completely gone as you begin bouncing on his lap, pulling gasps of your names and cute moans from the depths of his throat.

You were ready to listen to his groans, his grunts, his growls, the usual sounds he makes whenever you come home early and eavesdrop his fleshlight moment, the way he lowly moans your name and compliments how well you’re riding him always haunting you to sleep, making you wish the day you both have sex come sooner.

And now that that day has come, you’re engraving his airy whines, his rising-in-pitch moans, his gasps of surprise whenever you clench rather tightly around him. And you’ve decided that from now on, it’ll be your lifelong mission to have him make those noises everyday, any way.

Whether you’re sucking his dick underneath the covers or stroking him while he’s playing some co-op game with his friends online.

You call for him in between your own much-lower-pitched moans, trying to pull your chest away to look deep into his eyes but instead being pulled in closer, making you feel the vibrations of his sounds against your heart.

So you look down, trying to figure out how to pull him off. Then you see how pink his shoulders look, making you wonder if that’s because of you or something else. And when you somehow change your angle, you catch the side of his face completely pinkish-red, making you giggle as you go even faster, fucking him hard enough until he’s choking on his calls of your name, lifting his head enough to reveal his eyes as he silently tells you how close he is, how he wants to cum.

You don’t know this, can’t even guess, not when you feel him pulling you down harder, small squeaks interrupting his whines.

How can this man be so adorable? Such a powerful being, one once praised as if a god, suddenly being a mere moaning mess under you while you bring him closer and closer to his euphoria, to his sweet, sweet satisfaction.

You smile once he cums, holding him close as you slow down, milking him as he makes cute noises close to being punched repeatedly in the gut.

You’re definitely taking the reigns from here on out, and if he wants to fuck you, it’ll be by your orders.

“Baby boy~”

And Bakugou silently nods, shivering at the name and peeping out the tiniest moan of “yes”, as if awaiting your next command.

“I didn’t cum yet.”

And you didn’t have to say it twice, not when he’s trying so hard to properly use his hips to fuck up into you, making the bed squeak inconsistently.

[amnxsia]

nsfw alphabet yuka makoto

content: fluff, smut, crack and me trying to be funny

tw: gun play, breath play, and choking

word count: 1039

taglist: @namrekcaivel, @callmepromise, @namischild, @erens-piss-cleaner​

(let me know if you want to be included in the taglist)

a/n: the sniper mask brainrot has been getting to me so here some food next person might be eren or the whole jjk and aot universe cause im down bad hehe. and this is inspired by @pancakesv​ hcs of sniper so i just thought why not do my own version of it :)

A= Aftercare

What he’s like after sex

Yuka would be surprisingly very soft after sex, like he would bridal carry you to the bathroom to wash yo off, take showers with you, clean you up like between your thighs, fix your hair, help you with your makeup all of that type of stuff BUT ITS TOTALLY DIFFERENT when he’s railing you into the mattress with no sign of stopping all of that Yuka being soft and cuddly goes out of the window like he enters this mode sheesh just makes me want him more .

B= Body part

His favorite part of your body 

For Yuka it would probably be your collarbone and neck, he could easily get you flustered and worked up by just easily raking his fingers which are very cold down the side of your neck and into your collarbone, and if he has his gloves on which are warm it would be even worse could you just feel leather moving very very slowly in your collarbone and neck and if was he was feeling horny better believe that hand is going to be in your shirt lightly playing with your boobies. And speaking of boobies that would be another favorite part of your body I honestly see him taking off his mask and just smashing his face into them

C= Cum

His favorite place to cum & and what his cum is like

Yuka’s favorite place to cum on your body would be your stomach when your laying on your back and he cums he just likes to see his artwork in all it’s glory, you being his artwork cause he loves you & your body sm. His cum wouldn’t be to thick and it wouldn’t be watery??? it just slides down your throat with ease :’)

D = Dirty secret

A secret that he will never tell anyone

He likes it when you wear lace panties bras, and skirts so when the wind blows so he can see it but he acts flustered and oblivious cause his horny ass doesn’t wanna get caught LMFAO. But yeah he’s going to take this secret to the grave.

E =  Experience

How experienced he is in sex  

I think Yuka is decent at sex during your first time he would most definitely be flustered a lot and he would awkward but then you guys do it more and more times and the awkwardness ceases and then he’s more confident in himself and his abilities to please you during sex.

F = Favorite position 

His favorite position during sex

Yuka’s favorite position during sex would be reverse cowgirl. He just wants to be with you and get all the physical contact as possible!! He’s just touched starved for u poor bby <3 

 G = Goofy 

How he acts during sex

Yuka would most definitely not act goofy during sex since that it is a intimate and scared time that means sm to him he would most likely act very concentrated 😏 if ykyk

H = Hair

How trimmed he is down below

YUKA IS 100% SHAVED, TRIMMED DOWN THERE LADIES AND GENTLEMANS 😳🤝

I = Intimacy 

How intimate he is

Again Yuka is 100% intimate with you he just likes to be there with you in the moment basically nothing else matters to him then making love to you and with you <3

J = Jacking off

How much he likes to jack off

Alright so I could be wrong about this one folks but I’m going to try. I think Yuka only likes to jack off when he’s just stressed in general like he just needs to release some pent up emotions 😏

K = Kinks

Yuka’s kinks

Breathplay, gun play, and choking << lightly though cause he doesn't wanna hurt you <3

L= Location

Where Yuka likes to get down and dirty 😏

I think Yuka would probably only like to have sex in the bedroom or the couch in your house, away from prying eyes

M = Motivation

What get’s him “worked up”

Just seeing you physically active means bONER aCTIVATED 

N = No

What he says no to

Yuka would most likely say no to heavy bdsm

O = Oral 

Does he prefer to receive or give?

It’s a 50/50 thing. He likes both but really prefers giving.

P = Pace

What’s his speed 😏

Again folks I’m not so sure about this one but I’ll give it a shot. I think Yuka would probably last a good three - five rounds, cause this baby is so tired for some reason jdjhfhfhj but we love him all the same.

T = Toys

You guys don’t use toys. 

U = Unfair

He’s a cocky and mean little shit 🙄👊

HE LOVES TO TEASE YOU SO MUCH AND FOR NO REASON LIKE YOU GUYS COULD BE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DO AND YOUR CLOSE AND HE COULD FEEL IT AND HE JUST SLOWS  DOWN LIKE BITCH- 🚶‍♀️😐. OR TAKES IT OUT COMPLETELY. But you love it when he’s being like that though 🥱.

V =  Volume

How loud he can get and what noises he makes 😳

He makes these cute little whimpers and grunts when he’s being a sub, it’s so cute it makes you wanna stop and give him a bunch of hugs and kiths 😚. He can get a bit loud depending on the situation but he never gets like: AAAAGGHHH FUCK OH MY GOD (IM SO SORRY IM CACKLING I HAD TO) 😭.

W: I couldn’t think of anything for this letter don’t hate me 😞.

Damn papa you a rare breed, no comparing 😩☝

X: X-ray

His dick 😳

Ok ok, Yuka’s dick is probably a 12 inch  6-7 in length he’s trimmed and clean down there too. *lip bite*

Y: Sex libido 

How much he wants to get down 😏🤲.  

How horny he is basically.

I’d say around 6.5 - 8.5. But if you’re not in the mood that’s perfectly okay cause he likes cuddling and doing other things with you.

Z: I couldn’t think of anything for this letter too don’t hate me 👊👊.

And it’s motherfucking scary, trying to keep him cause I found him 😁☝.

[janekfan]

Reunion Part 2!

Ingo is different.

It’s there in the way he moves through the apartment, exploring as Emmet looks on, surrounded by their excited Pokemon doing their level best to get underfoot. Ingo avoided them deftly, nimbly, with a grace he’d not really had before. More sure of himself in body if not in memory as he examined old photos in their shiny new frames.

He doesn’t remember when they were different.

He doesn’t know that Emmet shattered the originals in a fit of anger and hopelessness or how he planned to keep that secret from him. Ingo didn’t need to know. Not now. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

Because Emmet is different, too.

It began when Ingo disappeared, with the way he shrank himself and moved through the subway as if a shadow. It continued all while avoiding the depot agents and their offers of help and support. He’s not quite sure he’ll ever be the Emmet he used to be

He’s afraid of what might happen if Ingo realizes it.

“Ah! So I have always worn a frown!” Eyebrows raised in surprise, Ingo turned towards him, and Emmet’s brittle grin turned real.

“Yes, Ingo. Always.” He laughed, watched Ingo’s eyes crinkle at the corners just like they always have when he smiled in his own way. “Since we were both verrry small. You are also the loud one!”

“That still seems to be the case.” Though this time he spoke so quietly. Knowingly. Even when missing most of himself his instincts were still there and he watched Emmet as closely as Emmet watched him. Did he even notice he was doing it?

Emmet knew about the innumerable scars hidden beneath his brother’s new clothes (saw them when Ingo was unconscious and vulnerable and had no say in the matter) but not how he got them. Not if he was scared or alone or even how close he came to losing Ingo permanently, without his realizing it. Ingo did not talk about them (refused to) or the reason he sometimes slouched as though his back was bothering him.

They’ve always known everything about each other.

Everything. No matter how small.

Now it felt as though they were strangers.

All the secrets, too many, too big to even know where to begin. Let alone which tracks to follow where.

Forgotten.

Again.

Ingo was on several different supplements to combat vitamin deficiency and medications to ease insomnia and soothe the anxiety of being back in the big city surrounded by noise and the untold press of people. Prone to forgetfulness it didn’t matter how sharp his mind still was, he couldn’t figure out his Xtrans.

And he couldn’t remember the proper times.

Emmet showed him how to set a reminder.

Now he had reminders for everything. Sleeping. Waking. Eating. Without the rhythm of his former duties Ingo found himself hard pressed to remember when to eat. He lost time, zoned out when Emmet was speaking to him, panicked over sounds he didn’t recognize. Only reassured by the familiarity of Lady Sneasler. That alone was enough to hurt Emmet, when Ingo recoiled from him in latent fear, though he tried his level best to hide it.

It was difficult. Adjusting.

Failing.

Unable to be the brother Emmet needed him to be.

Too caught up in himself to be of any use.

The bed is so soft he can’t get comfortable and he spends too much time sleeping to fend off the headaches that come with remembering. He’s exhausted despite it, plagued with nightmares that disrupt and disturb. How could he tell Emmet about the friends he still missed? The friends, and more that he’d left behind in Hisui only a few short weeks ago. It wasn’t fair to his younger brother but almighty Sinnoh above, they were d–

Ingo bit his knuckle to stem the surging panic and sorrow, rising, choking, stranglingclawingsmotheringdevouring–

Little Lady’s sandpaper tongue swept over the bitemark, his hand held gently in her dangerous paws.

Gone.

And how could he mourn their loss without admitting to his poor, hurting, baby brother that part of him wanted them all back? Wanted everything back the way it was except not really!

Even the food. The food is so processed he can’t figure out what’s in it and while it is very tasty, it leaves him sick to his stomach until one day Lady Sneasler makes him stop forcing himself and Chandelure lifts whatever the snack is right out of his hands.

Emmet looks haunted and disappears for the rest of the day. Somewhere out in the bustle of Nimbasa even though he hasn’t been able to bear letting Ingo out of his sight since he was released from hospital. Blanketed by his mingling teams, Ingo falls asleep on the couch waiting for him and wakes to an apartment filled with the smell of something delicious. Padding into the kitchen on soft feet, knuckling the sleep out of his eyes, Ingo yawned hugely. He glanced over Emmet’s shoulder, resting his chin there comfortably, to peer into the pot with wide eyes.

“What are you making?” The counter was a disaster zone; the surface strewn with various ingredients. “It smells divine.” For the first time since Ingo landed back here in Nimbasa, his mouth watered, hunger making itself known with a low rumbling. Emmet laughed, smiled. For real. Ingo could tell.

“Your favorite.”

“Oh!”

“Set the table, it will be ready soon.”

Already on his third helping, Ingo praised his younger brother between mouthfuls.

“I did not know you were such a masterful cook, Emmet!”

Ingo didn’t remember how terrible Emmet used to be. Or the time he nearly burned a hole in the ceiling trying to make Elesa dinner after a particularly hard week. Or how the paint got everywhere when they tried to cover it themselves. The pain of another memory lost was dulled by his brother’s satisfied happiness.

Ingo is different.

Quiet. And he’s never been quiet in his life. But now, he’s accidentally snuck up on Emmet more than once.

The cries of certain Pokemon terrify him like they never had before, had him nearly running into the living room where Alakazam was watching some old nature documentary, fear plain on his sheet-white face. It had taken more than a few hours for Ingo to start speaking again, to explain that he’d been confused, thought he was somewhere else. He doesn’t like anyone, human or Pokemon, standing behind him unless it’s Lady Sneasler or more recently Chandelure.

Once he even scaled the side of a subway train, fingers finding every impossibly tiny handhold with impressive speed, to rescue a wayward Liepard and gave everyone in the vicinity a heart attack while Emmet left him in the care of an agent for only two minutes to respond to an emergency call.

For said Liepard.

Ingo hears things that no one but their Pokemon can hear and more than once Emmet found himself laughing at the way their heads would cock to the side simultaneously over something only they could perceive. He’s so sensitive to sound and easily overwhelmed by the city where before he embraced the chaos, the rush of the trains, calling above noise with relish and aplomb. Now he spent his time on the roof to feel the sun and open air and escape the claustrophobic walls of the city. The fact that he found it acceptable to climb rather than use the stairs meant the requisite conversation about safety checks was mandatory.

At least Chandelure and Lady Sneasler have come to an uneasy accord. Their shared affection for Ingo both paving the way and making it harder to share the Subway Master turned Warden. They fought over his attention and clearly thought they knew best when it came to him taking it easy. It’s cute; Emmet loves to see his brother so cared for. So fiercely protected when he failed him.

Especially when something stole the light from his eyes and sent him away.

For hours at a time. Even though his body never left the room.

Emmet could trust them with his care.

Ingo is different.

But

He’s also not.

“Emmet, language!” And he’s sure his grin could have lit up the entirety of Gear Station because it was stronger than Galvantula’s Flash, had to be, and it’s been such a long time since his cheeks ached from smiling so hard. Ingo, brows knit, looked so confused at Emmet’s reaction but he’s so happy to be scolded because it means Ingo remembers. There are little things too. Like the way he stands closer to Emmet when he’s upset. Signs he doesn’t seem to realize he’s using as he speaks. Old habits like the way he makes coffee in the morning when he’s half asleep. Knowing the route to work when Emmet brought him in the first time.

Names and titles come and go but Ingo dedicates himself to learning each and every depot agent’s moniker with all of the studious precision Emmet remembers from before.

When finally given the go ahead to return to the station his excitement is palpable and despite his many worries, the spring is back in his step, the shadows smudged beneath his eyes less, and he’s talking a mile a minute.

Smack in the midst of training with Emmet to reup his certifications the train began acting strange and Ingo’s voice had been booming the correct calls automatically, hands already reaching for the emergency brakes. All protocol proper and correct. Later, he oversaw the inspection himself; brand new coat and hat put aside for safety, sleeves rolled up, gloves removed, face smudged with grease and engine oil over the flush of infectious enthusiasm. He talked about maintenance for days, drawing up plans to cover the errors and led the training himself.

Like he’d never left at all.

Still here in all the ways that counted.

Still Emmet’s big brother in the way he got after him about eating enough. Sleeping enough. Tucking him in when he dozed off on the couch during their rewatch of all Ingo’s forgotten favorites. Leaving him snacks at his desk before departing work early for the different appointments he had to keep now.

And late at night when the nightmares came and tore sleep away from him with grasping claws, Ingo welcomed him sleepily under the covers. Held him through his shaking, silent tears and reassured him that yes, Emmet, hush now, Emmet, I am here.

I am still here.

[lexiasmind]

Prohibited.

Forbidden.

PAIRING. Ransom Drysdale x Reader.

SUMMARY. Ransom asked for you to come, so you did. Having in mind what would eventually happen, and with the full intention to enjoy yourself while you are at it.

But soon, you find your thought deep in reminiscence on how you and your “cousin” had started this prohibited relationship in the first place.

A/N. DARK AU. It’s a very DARK series! ANGST AND SMUT (explicit sexual content, 18+ only), slight Daddy Kink. Mentions of incest (kind of... not really. Do not read it if it makes you uncomfortable). Ransom, as usual, is a d***. In the flashback, reader is 20/21, still studying in a private school before going to college. And Ransom is 23/24.

This is Sequel/Prequel of Forbidden. Don’t hesitate to leave a comments, your thoughts, and feedback. I hope you will like it and thank you for reading.

A lots of Love. Lex! xx

WORDS. 3972ish.

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You knew you could just open the door and let yourself in Ransom's house. However, after working for the last years on the West Coast, you didn't know on what ground your relationship stood. Except, when Ransom opened his front door, a faint smile creeping on his lips, his blue eyes mischievous, you knew you were still close from his perspective.

" I thought you would never come. " He greeted you, pushing his body to the side for you to step inside. " I was spending time with the family. " You announced to him, removing your light jacket from your shoulders. " You know, our family. The same family who celebrates Easter and every other holiday together. The family I didn't have the chance to catch up with since I left. " You informed him, tucking your jacket under your arm. " And who's fault is that? " He whispered, embracing your body from behind, his arms on your lower stomach, his face leaning on the crook of your neck.

You deeply sighed already annoyed but pressed your back against his chest, your head against his shoulder, the softest of his sweater under your cheek made your mind quiet for a minute.

" You know, I wasn't the one who left. " Ransom mumbled his lips against your ear. "I wasn't the one who moves across the country, breaking up what we had." " Something we should never have started. " You murmured, your eyes looking at his fancy carpet on the floor. " I took the best decision, and I don't regret anything. " " You sure, baby? " Ransom nudged his nose against your neck and pressed a soft kiss on your skin.

No. No, you weren't sure. But you have made a decision back then; to stop what you have with Ransom. Your cousin. Something that started so quickly that you always wondered how everything had unfolded so fast.

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a couple of years ago;

You always loved to go to Harlan's when you wanted to do your homework. It was quiet, from your little sister begging for you to come to play with her and your mom babbling on and on about a new product. Harlan being a calm, and peaceful man always loved you to come to his place, to talk and grab something to eat and drink or just work. But this afternoon, another person was here beside you.

" Ransom what happened! " You shouted out, frowning your eyebrows at his poor sight.

Leaning on the counter, his hands holding a frozen bag of peas against his cheek, your cousin sighed deeply watching you warily stepped inside the kitchen. You could see the form of a red bruise under his makeshift band-aids.

" Nothing. " He grumbled, dropping his gaze on the floor, annoyed by your question. " Alright. " You grimaced in front of his awful bad mood and shrugged your shoulders. " I'm gonna do my homework here if it doesn't bother you. " You announced to him with a faint smile, dropping your bag on the floor and taking a seat at the smaller table. " Whatever. " He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and pushed his back to you.

You remembered being close with your cousin a long time ago, when you were both just small children. You will never forget the playtime you used to have together, in trees building some kind of cabin and pretending to be either pirates or bandits. But as you both grew, and you both become more different having other hobbies, and interests, you grew apart from one and another. Also, Ransom growing up as dickhead wasn't helping your relationship. A fresh glass of juice and some good cookies and you were in a perfect mood to start your homework. Beginning with a paper on the French Revolution. But a loud noise coming through the TV prevented you to focus on the lines of your book. Glaring at your cousin's back, you quietly swore seeing him increasing the device's volumes, the voice of sports commentators echoing through the kitchen as the pictures of a baseball game played on the screen.

" Can't you just go to the study, living room, or your mom's room to watch the game? " You asked irritated by his selfish behavior. " I'm kind of working here. " You told him, biting your lips to not insult him as you should. " Can't. " Ransom replied, his back still turned toward you. " I don't want to miss anything from the game. " He added, leaning his side on the counter. " Ransom, I'm sure you missing out a few seconds of this won't be the end of the world. " You sighed, throwing your pen on the table as you heard the loud cheers from the crowd while a player does some kind of throw. " Yes, it would be. " He simply declared, starting to tap his fingers on the table next to him.

You rolled your eyes, holding yourself to push him on the ground, and started to chocked the life out of him. You took a deep breath, collecting your thought, and tried to concentrate, once again on the history page until a fast and quick hand grab your book from the table. You snapped your eyes up toward the culprit. Your older cousin's face was holding the book pretending to be interested in the pages.

" And what's this about? " Ransom asked, completely mocking you and making you lose time with his childish behavior. Maybe he hasn't grown up that much. " Ransom, give it back! " You ordered, raising and walking toward where he stood. You tried to reach for your book, but he dodged his hands, a smile playing on his face. " That's not funny but childish, R'. Come on'. " You tried again but your cousin ducked his hands to the other side under your frustrated and angry gaze. " You haven't grown for a bit, haven't you?" " And, you are still the whiny, stuck-up little girl who don't know how to have fun. " He answered smirking as he saw your poor attempt to take your book from his hands.

He took a step back as you took a step forward. You tried once again to take back the book, but this time Ransom put it behind his back, making you pressed your chest against him. You stretched your arms behind him trying to catch your stuff. You could feel his hot breath against your cheek, his profile next to yours. Suddenly, he leaned his face into the crook of your neck and put a soft kiss on your throat, just under your ear. You shivered feeling his warm lips on you, almost forgetting about your little fight.

" You smell so good Y/N. " Ransom murmured his lips pressed against your skin. " You always do. " He added, putting another kiss on your neck. " R-Ransom? " You called him, unsure of what he was doing. " What happened to your face? " You questioned him in a whisper, worry growing inside your stomach. You slightly pushed your head aside, letting more room for his mouth on you. " I fought with some jerk at school. Nothing to worry about. " He explained to you, his lips still brushing the skin of your throat before he put light kisses on you again. He dropped the book behind his back on the table, and pushed his hands around your frame, resting them on your lower back. " I don't want to talk about this anymore. " He murmured pressing a firm kiss on your ear. He bit lightly your earlobe between his teeth. " Y-Your mom says that you fight a lot lately. " You choked a moan, closing your eyes for a few moments before opening them and realizing what was happening. " Do you remember when we were playing at the back of the garden every summer? " Ransom recalled, changing the subject. " We were spending every August together. Sleeping here for the holidays. And, at the moment the sun was up, we were there. Playing all day. " He continued putting light kisses on your cheek, moving dangerously toward your mouth.

You licked your lips, dreading his words and his movement while you put your hands on his biceps, trying to catch your balance. You exactly knew what he will say next. Scared and embarrassed you dropped your eyes on his chest, not strong enough to look inside his mesmerizing blue eyes.

" We played mommy and daddy back then. And we pretended to be in love, playing with your doll and all. We also had our first kiss. A light, innocent kiss. " He breathed out, brushing your nose with his own. " Our first kiss, something I will never forget baby. " Ransom murmured his mouth a few inches from yours. " It was a silly little game for children. " You declared, shaking your head slightly. " We were being goofy. " " What about the time when my friend Carter challenged you to kiss me? " He mused, stroking your waist and playing with the hem of your school sweater, his fingers starting to pull up the fabric to touch your skin. " Was it also a game, or does it meant more for you? " He inquired, his mouth close to yours, you could feel his breath against your lips. " I- I - " You stuttered lost for words, your heart beating hard inside your chest. You licked your lips again, frustrated and confused. " Let's play again, Y/N. " He whispered, his fingers stroking the skin of your waist. He pressed his figure closer to your body. " You will be the mommy and I will be the daddy. " " What are you talking about?! Ransom stop it! " You tried to push on his arms, but his stronghold didn't move away from you. " Why do you want this? " You murmured, puzzled by this odd behavior, still trying to squirm away from him.   " Because it's fun and I want to kiss you. " The dark-haired man answered before pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

Stunned, you didn't kiss him back. But you stood inside his arms, his soft mouth against your own. The souvenir of your other kisses playing inside your head when you were young children mimicking what the adult used to do. When you were a teenager wanting to prove yourself in front of his stupid friends from boarding school. Doing the bold move to kiss your cousin for their stupid "dare". Ransom pulled away from you a little and pushed a soft kiss on your cheek.

" Kiss me back, Y/N. It's ok, just kiss me. " He mumbled to you, pressing another kiss on your cheek. " It's wrong. " You sighed, uncomfortable. " If Harlan saw us…" " Grand pa' is not here. " Your cousin informed you, pulling your body closer to him. " Anyway, we aren't doing anything wrong. Come on, baby. Play with me for a minute. " He urged you pressing a soft kiss on your lips, once again. " No. Ransom it's bad. " You pulled your face away from his, pushing your mouth aside from his wandering lips. " We can't, we can't. " You murmured closing your eyes, ashamed. " Of course we can." He protested, enlacing you ore tightly. " I know you want to. " He said, before catching your lips with his own, humming against your mouth.

You closed your eyes, feeling his fingers caressing your flesh, scared, puzzled, and excited, you kiss him back unsure. Confused, you slid your lips against his mouth, tasting him. Ransom bit lightly your lower lip, pushing his warm tongue inside your mouth. Gently he started to stroke you, drifting his hand on you butt. You let him, you rose your trembling hands on his cheeks to pull him closer to you. Ransom backed away a little bit, his bright eyes shining inside the room, lightened by the afternoon sun. He stroked your nose with his and made you turned around, your back collided with the counter. He put his body in front of you and carried your frame on the edge of the table, making you seat on the cold marble board. He put each of your legs behind his hips, a grin creeping on his lips as he stepped up between them. Stunned, your hands still on his cheek, you started to lean your head again to touch the soft skin of his lips. They felt like heaven. 

"Now, Daddy will take care of you. " He mumbled against your mouth.

You kissed him, both of your nose brushing and your wet lips sliding against each other. You caressed his cheeks, tilting your head on the side while his hands were on your waist holding you close against his chest. You tucked your feet behind his back, your heart beating hard inside your chest. You were still scared and confused but your needs and desire were growing stronger than anything else. Ransom kissed you back with the same vehemence, his hands under your sweat, stroking your skin. You slid your lips on his cheek, and lightly put a soft kiss on his bruised flesh before leaning your head inside his neck and kiss him harder, your hands drifting behind the back of his head, your fingers caressing him through his soft short hair.

" I- I can't stop. " You stuttered, your mouth against his ear. " I- I can't stop kissing you. " You mumbled kissing the soft skin of his earlobe before biting it gently. " Don't. " He groaned softly under his breath, feeling your teeth on his skin. He slid one hand on your thigh, stroking the black thighs before pushing his hands further down, under your skirt to touch you through your clothes. " I want you to give me everything... " He murmured, his face against your shoulder, biting his lips feeling your nails scratching the back of his head. "First, I want this. " Ransom continued, the tips of his fingers lightly touching your pussy through your light thighs.

You stopped kissing his neck, and Ransom pushed his forehead against your yours, his eyes burning with dark heat. You bite your lips, feeling his hand on your most sensitive part of yourself. Does he know? Suddenly, you heard the front door opened and a low voice coming out from the hall. You quickly try to pull away from him, eyes wide open and your body starting to shake. Ransom only chuckled in front of your reaction but did not let you g. He only pushed his lips against your ear, still smirking.

" Don't worry. I will be gentle. " He murmured, his lips brushing your ear, while the voice of his mother came closer and closer toward the kitchen.

At the minute Linda Drysdale entered the room, Ransom stepped away from you. He turned down the TV, leaving you sat on the edge of the counter, your eyes filled with horror as you watched your aunt talking on the phone. Her eyes were on her luxury bag while her hand was looking through something inside.

" No, no, no Tommy I said 20k of commission. Didn't you hear me? Are you an incapable scumbag and also deaf? Is that why your wife left you! " She shouted out into the earphone stuck inside her ear, as she dug through her Hermès. Finally raising her eyes, she caught you and her son inside the kitchen. " Y/N, sweetheart please get down of the counter, the marble comes from Italy. " She urged you, calmly, her blue eyes soft before they grew hard again. " No, I'm not talking to you Stuart. You remembered you are deaf and useless. " She practically yelled to her interlocutor. She finally turned toward you again with a tired smile. " Please children, would you tell your grandfather that I will be in his study when he came back, thank you. " She said without waiting for your answers and walked inside the hallway toward your grandfather's room.

Still choked, you dropped your frame on the floor, legs wobbly from what happened. You retrieved your history book and started to step forward. You heard Ransom chuckling behind you as you sat once again at the smaller table, still bewildered, embarrassed, and a bit excited. Before leaving the room, Ransom walked behind you , and put a quick peck on your cheek.

" Go, away. " You snapped, frowning your eyes without looking at him. " See ya, Y/N. " He chuckled, even more, beaming while he walked toward the huge living room.

You shook your head, clearing your ideas from what happened with your cousin, his lips, his eyes, his smell, and his soft hair. And tried to focus t on your paper unaware that you just had started something that would go beyond your control.

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" Where did you get the video, anyway? " You demanded, your face pressed against his naked shoulder. You heard him taking a deep breath, pulling his head away from your neck, his grasps on your naked thighs grew tighter. " I don't want to fucking talk about another man's dick when I'm deep inside you. " Ransom warned you, his voice low, biting your cheek to emphasize his statement.

You whimpered, feeling his throbbing cock inside your pussy. Straddling him on the couch of his living room, you stroked the skin of his arm, biting your lips.

" I'm sorry, Ransom. I won't mention him, I promise. " You whispered, putting a soft kiss on his lips. " Good. Now start moving baby. " He ordered you, his sentence barely finished that your hips began to move, up and down on him slowly. " That's right be good for Daddy. "

You let a loud moan escaping your lips, feeling his shaft inside of you, filling you up to the hilt. Ransom pushed his hand on your ass, caressing your skin roughly while he raised his head to catch your nipple between his teeth. Rolling the hard bud with his tongue, you pulled your head away from his body, letting more space for him to kiss your breast. You whined feeling the delicious sensation of the tip of his dick hitting you inside, and his warm tongue licking and biting your chest.

" You are so wet for me. " He mumbled, his mouth pressed against your flesh. "So wet and warm around me. It's s’good. " He groaned, his eyes fully dilated.

His wonderful praise to your ears made you increase your pace. You whimpered, dropping your head on his shoulder, once again, feeling him meeting your pace as he thrust himself up into you. Your body was covered in sweat, you felt his lips running up against your cheek before catching your mouth. His kiss was feverish and his tongue warm dancing with your own. Ransom kept shoving his cock deep inside of your pussy, feeling your movement faltered when you were too busy tasting his mouth. You moaned louder against his lips, feeling your climax growing inside of your core each time, he hit the sweet spot inside of you.

" Open your beautiful eyes. " Ransom incited you, he grunted feeling your walls below clenching him more. He looked into your eyes, while you open your heavy eyelids with difficulty. " I want to see you come all around me. I want to see your face. " He panted, pumping you quicker.

You moaned under your breath looking at his dark blue eyes. You hold onto his shoulders, feeling him shifting inside you making you whimper and hold on to him tighter. You had never felt so alive since you left and you could feel every cell of your body awaken while your orgasm hit you hard, blowing inside your core, making you cried out his name watching his feverish eyes in awe. Ransom looked closely at every emotion going through your face, still thrusting his cock inside of your pussy. It's all he needed to let go. Watching you come apart. He grunted loudly your name as he emptied himself inside of his favorite place.

" Fuck, Y/N. " He groaned, his hips jerking up and spams taking hold of his body. " You killing me, baby. " He chuckled low, pulling on your ass with his hands to push your body closer to him.

As usual, you let him, and put your head on his shoulder, trying to calm your ragged breath, beating heart, and blissful emotions. Ransom put a light kiss on your forehead, cuddling you on his couch, his hands stroking your back, his soft dick still inside you.

" I'm glad you are back. " The brown-haired man admitted, opening his eyes and putting another kiss on your forehead. " We can play like the old times. " He huffed, while you frowned your eyebrows stepping away from his body, you looked at him. " I don't want to play anymore, Ransom. You know we can't and I don't - " You tried to tell him, looking at his face as he rolled his eyes stopping his light stroke on your frame.  " All we do are some kisses and fucking. " He barked, grimacing and mocking your reticence. " It's not that wrong because let me remind you; we are not fucking related. My uncle found you in some depraved orphanage and brought you home. We are not family! " Ransom shouted out at your face, his heated eyes showing his annoyance at your "prude" behavior. " So, if I want to fuck you, when I want to, I think it's ok that I do. " He growled angry and then you felt a sharp pain against your ass. He had slapped your bottom.

You widened your eyes, horrified and surprised by his " douchebag " behavior, and punched him on his shoulder under his glare. Ransom opened his mouth, shocked that you could both play this game. A silly game as usual with the two of you as you both started a series of punch, slap, and blows, fighting each other like you were both, six and nine or thirteen and sixteen. Children snapping at each other with hits on the arms, some hair pulling, and bites. You gasped feeling his cock pulling outside of your pussy and his hands pushing you to lie down on his sofa. Ransom quickly took hold of both of your hands, pinning them on each side of your face. He put his figure above you, hovering your frame.

" That's enough! " He fumed, his dark blue eyes, completely dilated and burning with rage. " You hit first! " You replied, angry with him and trying to free your arms away  to get the hell out of here. But he kept a stronghold on you.

You were both panting again, and you both were glaring at each other. But then you felt it. The tip of his cock hard against your lower stomach. Ransom didn't flinch, his hard gaze still on you. The tension was unbearable, thick, and fucked up. But you couldn't resist anymore.   He followed the slight movement of your mouth, you opened it a little bit, licking with the point of your tongue the skin of his arm. It's all your cousin needed to start to rub his cock on your clit, hard and slow. You arched your body against him, the tingly sensation making you moaned, and closing your eyes.

" That's what you want! " Ransom breathed out, moving his hips to let the tip of his dick slightly pushing inside of you, but he quickly took himself out stroking your clit again. " Is it what you want, Y/N? "

You bite your lips, avoiding to reply to his question, pushing your head to the side, biting softly the skin of his arm. He chuckled softly, seeing you moving your hips at the same pace as his own.

" Alright then, " Your cousin leaned his head into the crook of your neck, licking the salty sweat covering your body. " Let's play. "

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Tags: @chvntelle-99​ @iloveshawnieboi​ @stupendouslovegardener​

[neeksnorton]

I'm Ready, Mommy // Abner Krill x Reader

hi there! sorry for the delay on this story. some things came up. enjoy!!

NSFW TAGS : Femdom, multiple orgasms, pegging, mommy kink, teasing, oral sex (m receiving)

WORD COUNT : 2.4K

You walk in through the front door, exhausted from work. You kick your shoes off your feet and leave them in front of the door. You should probably put them on the mat where you and Abbie leave your shoes, but you decided against it. You were too tired; you can move the shoes later.

You toss your bag lazily on the couch, and take your blazer off. The white button up you have on is really pissing you off. You undo a couple of buttons, just to let yourself breathe a little. Sitting on the couch, you shut your eyes.

Fuck. This job was killing you. Ever since you got out of Belle Reve with Abner after the Corto Maltese situation, you got a full-time job at a tech company. It wasn’t physically demanding, but you had to use all of your brainpower at all hours of the day. And sometimes it was just a lot for you. You try your best to let your thoughts pass you like a cloud.

“Hmm, I wonder if he’s home,” you think to yourself. You couldn’t remember if today was his day off, or if it was tomorrow. He probably told you this morning, but you couldn’t remember.

Abner worked at a library part time, stacking books on the shelves. He loved it, he could escape into his own little world while doing so. Not to mention it was nice and quiet, Abner was never one for loud crowds or noises.

You hear a shuffle behind you. You peek through your eyes a little, but don’t react. He’s trying to scare you. You try to hold back a laugh. He always tries to do this with you. He’ll scare you and it ends in a play fight.

Fingers barely graze your shoulders, and you jump up and yell in Abbie’s face.

“RAHHHHH!” You scream. Abner nearly jumps out of his skin, letting out a very girly shriek.

You keel over with laughter. “Oh, fuck you.” he says while laughing. You got him so good. Normally it goes the other way.

Once you two calm down a little, he pulls you in by your waist and kisses you lightly. “How was work today?”

“Tiring,” you sigh. “It was just a lot.” you fiddle with the neckline on his t-shirt. “I just need to relieve some stress.”

“Well,” he whispers, craning down to kiss your neck lightly. “How can I help?”

This is not what you envisioned. You had the idea that you were gonna pull out your yoga mat and stretch a little. Or throw on the TV and watch Real Housewives reruns. But Abbie acting like this just made your pussy ache.

“Um…ahh-” You try to get a sentence out but it just doesn’t form. He starts kissing your collarbone, leaving a small trail of hickeys. All you wanted to do was force him onto the couch and have him under your complete control. You NEEDED this. You cradle his face in your hands and pull it back up to yours.

“Just do as I say, how does that sound?” you whisper in his ear. You feel the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

“Good.” he whimpers against your skin.

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You swipe your finger across his bottom lip, and he parts them. He was so ready for you already. He must have been eagerly waiting for you to get home. You kiss him gingerly, and slide your tongue into his mouth. You map out every inch of his mouth, even though you already knew it so well.

You move your hand off of his face and slide it under his t-shirt. Your fingers trace his happy trail, and you feel goosebumps rise up on his soft tummy. He lets a small whimper out into your mouth, and you feel your core tighten. As you move your hand up his torso, you feel the small amount of hair on his chest.

“Unhh- please…” Abbie moans. He grips your waist and digs his nails in.

You grab his hands and pull them off of you for just a moment. You lead him to the couch, and sit him down. You quickly scan his body, and your mouth almost waters. He's wearing a grey t-shirt with black jeans that show off his skinny legs and growing bulge. While sitting, his shirt is slightly lifted to show his happy trail. He’s wearing black nail polish, and his jet-black hair is slightly tousled. The sight of him like this nearly makes you cum on the spot. You wanted to take complete control of him until he couldn't take it anymore.

You stand over him on the couch. He’s breathing heavily, happily awaiting whatever you have in store for him.

You kiss his forehead, the tip of his nose, his jawline, and work your way down. He swallows hard. Your lips leave dark hickeys from his jaw down to his chest. He tries to grab the bottom of his shirt to take it off, but you swiftly grab his hands and pin them to his sides.

“No, I’m doing it.” You say sternly to him. He nods slowly.

You let his hands go for the moment, and you get to work at taking off his shirt. You pull up from the bottom and Abner lifts himself off the couch just enough to let you pull the shirt up and over his head. You kiss his chest, peppered with freckles. Then his tummy, past his navel, and right at the base of his pants. You stroke your finger across his bulge.

“Awww, you’re already so hard for me, baby.” You smile.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N, please-” He whimpers for you.

“Trust me I’m not teasing.”

You grab the sides of his pants, and he lifts his hips so you can slide them down to his ankles. He kicks off his shoes, and then his pants. Your hands roam around his hips, fiddling with the waistband of his underwear. You slide them off as well, and kiss every inch of exposed skin. His hip bones, the spots around the base of his cock. You move down and take his balls in your mouth, swirling your tongue around and sucking.

“Ohh- oh my god… oh my god please…” Abner’s lip quivered as he moaned, aching for the feeling of your warm wet mouth on his dick. And you give him EXACTLY what he wants.

You run the tip of your tongue up his shaft, and take the whole of his head in your mouth. He throws his head back and lets out a groan. You look up at him and let go of his dick, making a suction sound with your mouth.

“Unhh, do you like that baby?” You say in your most suggestive voice possible. You bite your lip and smile.

“Yes, oh my god yes. Mommy please keep going-” Your pussy clenches. You LOVED when he called you Mommy. He didn’t care about anything else but you at this moment.

“God, I love how you look when you beg, my pretty baby.”

Your lips return to his cock, and you run your tongue across his slit. He shudders. You continue to suck his dick, using your hand along with your mouth. He’s too big to take completely. You can tell he’s trying not to buck his hips into your mouth, to get all of him into you.

“Oh gosh- Mommy… Unhh- I’m so close-” You feel his cock pulse in your hand. As much as you enjoy swallowing his hot cum, you’d rather see him beg and squirm.

You stop abruptly. He snaps his eyes open and, with his mouth agape, gives you those huge puppy dog eyes you just adore.

“No- no no no, Mommy please-” He blabbers to you. You get off your knees and meet your face with his.

“Awww, does my poor baby wanna cum? Awww, that’s so cute.” You rub his cheek with your palm.

He writhes underneath you, his cock is aching for any sort of friction.

“I’ll be right back. You sit here and look pretty for me when I get back, okay?”

He nods, lip quivering. You run upstairs quickly, and open your top dresser drawer. You grab the strap-on tucked underneath your underwear. You and Abbie frequently took turns on who dommed and who subbed, so this wasn’t new behavior for the two of you. You put it on as quickly as you can, and come back downstairs.

You come back and walk behind the couch, touching his bare shoulders. He jumps a little, and looks up and sees you. His eyes light up and he smiles. As you walk around the couch and face him, your hand grazes his knee. Then up his thigh, over his hips, up his waist, then chest. You turn him onto the couch so that he’s laying down.

“Yes, Mommy, please- I’m so ready for you. Mommy-”

“Are you?” You cut him off. He whimpers and nods.

“Yes I swear- I swear I’m ready Mommy, I promise.”

“Good. Because we aren't stopping until I say so.”

You climb onto the couch and shimmy yourself in between Abbie’s legs. His legs wrap around your waist tenderly. Your jaw clenches. Every time you feel his skin on yours, it sends shockwaves to your clit. You hold out your hand to Abner’s face.

“Spit.” You command him. He spits onto your mouth and you rub it on the strap-on. You find his entrance and slowly rub the tip on it before pushing yourself fully in.

“Ohhh..Oh my god-” He moans pornographically as you fully sink into him. You moan breathily, it feels so good.

You start slow, but find a solid rhythm. Every time you pound into him, he groans with pleasure every time you hit his G-spot. All sensations are focused on your clit. It almost feels as if the strap-on is an extension of you, you can feel every single movement. You take his hands and pull his arms above his head, holding his hands above him so that he can’t move.

“M-Mommy please- I want more… please keep going- please don’t stop- Ahh…”

“God, you’re so pretty when you beg, do you want me to keep going? Tell me you want it, you fucking baby.”

“God yes, please- pretty please, Mommy…”

You pull out, let go of his hands, and roughly grab his hips. He winces at the loss of you being inside him. You flip him over onto his stomach (as best you can, he's still taller and heavier than you) and have him tuck his knees under him. You take his arms from underneath him and pin them behind his back with your hand, the other hand planted firmly on his hip.

With no mercy, you slam into him, watching as he takes every inch of your strap. He is completely submissive, blabbering at you to keep going. You loved when he called you Mommy. Because that meant he was yours.

You let go of his hip and reach under him to grab his dick. While giving him hard thrusts, you slowly jerk him off. The pleasure was nearly unbearable for him, he almost rolled his eyes back.

“He must be close,” you think to yourself. You were reaching your peak, and wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Do you wanna cum for me, Abbie? Unh, I bet you do, ahh-” You say in between moans.

“Yes Mommy, please let me cum, plea- ahh- oh fuck…” You move your hand faster, jerking him off, mostly at the head of his cock.

“Oh god, Mommy- I can’t h-”

You feel your muscles tighten as you and Abbie cum at the same time. You see his muscles contracting, and you feel his cock pulse in your hand. He shakes as he gets his cum on his tummy and chest. You keep jerking him off, not stopping your relentless pace.

“Mmmh- ahh, please stop Mommy, please-” he whimpers.

“Don’t you remember what I said? We aren’t done until I say we’re done. I’m sorry baby, but we have to keep going.”

“Mommy no- ahh- it’s too much…”

You begin to thrust into him again, maintaining a slow pace. Your free hand grabs at his midnight black hair, pulling his head back to face you.

“Cmon baby, I know you like it. You wouldn’t lie to your own Mommy, would you baby?”

“No Mommy, I won’t lie- ahhh… mnhh-”

You see his muscles contract once more. He’s on the verge of cumming again.

The sight of him like this is too much to handle. His hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat His back, peppered with freckles. His big strong arms pinned to his back. He’s so submissive for you. In this state, he would do anything for you. You were all he cared about. You bite your lip and groan in ecstasy.

In a split second, you switch from a slow pace to a ruthless pace, giving him no time to adjust. He nearly screams as the strap-on hit’s his G-spot perfectly. You moan breathily as you reach your second climax.

“Ah! Oh my god, Mommy, I’m gonna cum- I-”

He cums once more, as do you. You attempt to use your hand to catch any before more cum gets on him. He’s breathing extremely heavily, his back expanding and contracting with each breath. You pull out of him, and he rolls over onto his back.

As much as you want to lay down beside him, you have to clean up the mess he made. You scoot yourself backwards and lean down. You run your tongue across his tummy, licking up the cum he left there. Under his navel, on his upper stomach. You get as much as you can find and you feel goosebumps rise on his skin. Once you get all you can, you bring your face to his.

“I’m so fucking tired.” You whisper while laughing.

“That was fucking incredible, Jesus Christ.” he says back to you. He cradles your face in his big, strong hands and kisses you passionately.

“Only next time, I be in control.” God fucking damnit. You couldn’t say no to him.

You smile at him. “Fine. But you can’t deny that I don’t do my job well.” He can’t help but crack a smile, too.

“Yes, you do,” He says reluctantly but jokingly. You know he would never purposefully put you down for making him feel good. You lean into him and snuggle into his neck.

“Okay, grab the TV remote, I'm fucking exhausted. We gotta put something on.” You say.

“Fine by me.”

[abundanceofnots]

The door to the darkened alley next to the Alibi Room opens behind him, letting out a jumble of voices and loud music. Mickey expected Ian to find him there sooner or later. That’s why he’s so surprised to see that it’s not his husband pushing the heavy door open with his hip, his hands occupied by holding two glasses of beer, but Tami, his—

Well, whatever they are to each other.

Strangers, mostly. Both holding the title of Gallagher family appendages—the husband and the baby mama—who occasionally shared a laugh over some Gallagher bullshit. But that has always been as far as their relationship went.

“Occupied,” he informs her curtly before he takes another drag of his cigarette.

Tami smiles, undeterred.

“I was actually looking for you,” she explains as she lets the door close behind her, cutting the sounds from the inside to mere thumps again.

“Look, if you’re already tired of your baby daddy’s dick, I can’t say I blame ya, but you’ll have to find someone else because, on principle, I don’t fuck Lip’s sloppy seconds—”

Tami makes a face. “Jesus fuck. Is that really the only reason you can think of why I might want to see you?”

His eyes dart around her head of hair as he tries to look at anywhere but her, suddenly feeling very tense.

“Yeah?”

“Well, fuck you, too. No, here, listen.” She passes him one of the beers. “I saw the way you looked back in there and thought you might wanna talk.”

Mickey’s felt sick all evening. Ever since their big announcement when Ian threw his arm around Mickey’s shoulders, squeezed him tight, and gave him that blinding grin before he told everyone the good news.

There was clapping and noise, so much fucking noise. People were reaching out their hands to tap him on the shoulder or shake his hand, and it made Mickey feel like those hands were all grasping his throat while his blood was pumping in his ears.

His plan was to spend the rest of the party here, where he could breathe again, chain-smoking his way through the ordeal. He thinks he’ll be sick if he drinks anything right now, but he takes the glass from Tami anyway.

“About?” he shoots back noncommittally.

“Why you’re scared.”

On instinct, Mickey scoffs out a laugh. “Fuck off, I ain’t scared.”

“Right,” Tami replies, giving him a pointed look over the rim of her glass as she takes a sip. “That why you’re hiding out here during your own party?”

“Just needed to—” Groaning in exasperation, Mickey pinches the bridge of his nose and composes himself. “I just needed a second away from everyone congratulatin’ me. Or callin’ me daddy Milkovich. Or fuckin’ Kermit asking if I was gonna be the mom or the dad—” He cuts himself off again, measuring Tami with a hard stare. “What’s it to you, anyway?

She responds with a sincere smile.

“Believe it or not, I was scared of having a baby, too.”

Mickey’s brows furrow in confusion. “That why you decided to have another?”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not scared anymore.”

“Sounds fuckin’ stupid.”

“Maybe,” Tami admits with half a shrug.

They spend the next few minutes in silence, Tami drinking her beer and Mickey finishing his smoke, his own beer left untouched.

“But you’re a chick, you know, so it’s different,” Mickey states resolutely after he lights another cigarette, confident he’s found an argument she couldn’t dispute. “You have, like, all those motherly instincts and shit. I don’t.”

For some reason, she snorts and shakes her head. Then, her expression softens again, and she says, “I have it on good authority that there’s one little boy who basically worships the ground you walk on.”

“He’s five. Fuck does he know,” he retorts back derisively, immediately chastising himself because Freddie knew a lot, in fact. Most importantly, how to get underneath Mickey’s skin.

Not that he didn’t love and pester Ian just as much, obviously. Everyone loved Ian, the charming motherfucker. But Mickey and the kid had a special bond, much to Lip’s irritation.

Freddie was one of the main reasons Mickey decided that he was ready to have kids all those months ago. He isn’t so sure of it now, though.

He takes another drag and lets the smoke out through his nose.

“I never thought I’d be this,” he explains ambiguously, not just meaning being a guy who gives enough shit to smoke outside a bar. “Always knew how to survive. I was good at that. I was gonna see forty, most of it behind bars, maybe fifty, if I was lucky enough and didn’t lose a fuckin’ limb at some shitty construction job. And then, one day, I wake up to a tire iron to my spine—”

“If that’s a metaphor, I don’t follow.”

“—and next thing I know, I have a whole ass husband, a fuckin’ condo on the West Side like some yuppie, and I catch myself sayin’ things like, fuck it, let’s have a kid. What’s wrong with me? I can’t fuckin’ do this, can I?”

The truth he’ll never admit to anyone, probably, is that Tami’s right. He is scared. Fucking terrified, really. Because there’s a kid who will have him for a dad, and Mickey feels sorry for it.

The poor bastard isn’t even a proper baby yet. It’s just a sonogram stuck to their fridge. A baby-like matter that Ian’s app insists is the size of cauliflower now. When Mickey finally managed to spot one in Whole Foods, he found himself apologizing to it for some bizarre reason.

He doesn’t want to be like his dad. He wants to do this right, but he doesn’t know if he knows how.

“The most important thing?” Tami breaks the silence then, reading Mickey’s reaction correctly even when he doesn’t say anything. “You don’t bail on this kid. Or Ian, because he’ll need you to be there just as much.”

Mickey bites his cheek and nods. There’s a chance he’d say more, ask Tami for advice even, maybe, if, at that very second, Ian didn’t come out to join them, bursting out of the alleyway door as if summoned.

“There’s the pops-to-be!” he cheers a little too loudly with a smile that splits his whole face. He stumbles forward on clumsy feet and envelops Mickey tightly in his arms. “I was looking for you.”

“Fuckin’ octopus-man,” Mickey laughs, careful not to let the drunk idiot spill his beer. “How much did you have to drink?”

“Just a couple beers,” Ian answers as he nuzzles into Mickey’s neck.

“Such a fuckin’ lightweight.”

Humming his agreement, Ian snags Mickey’s glass and knocks down most of its contents in one go. He belches before saying in a low voice, “I was planning on dragging your ass to the bathroom later and having my way with you, but since we’re already here, alone...”

He already has his free hand palming at Mickey’s dick over his jeans when Tami makes a sound behind him, something between a snort and a cough.

Ian’s eyes take a minute to properly zero in on her.

“Tami! Hey!” he greets her with exaggerated excitement. “You’re here, too. Why are you here, too? Something wrong?”

Tami looks pointedly at Mickey. “Wanna tell him, or should I?”

He seriously considers being honest for a second, but his next words are out before he can stop them.

“Your brother’s girlfriend was tryna jump me.”

Tami almost chokes on the incredulous huff of laughter she lets out. She finishes her beer and shakes her head, staring Mickey down.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, Mickey, I swear to God. Forget I ever said anything,” she barks at him as she goes for the door.

“Hey, Tami,” Mickey stops her last minute. “Thanks, or whatever.”

Tami rolls her eyes. Still, just before she slips back inside, she throws a quick smile over her shoulder.

“Did you just thank her for trying to fuck you?” Ian inquires stupidly when the door closes behind her.

“Sure,” Mickey sounds off without further explanation.

He turns back to his husband and lightly pats his cheek, letting his hand slide all the way down to his junk in hopes of pointing his attention in the right direction again. “So, about those plans you had—“

But all of a sudden, Ian’s white as a sheet, giving him a look of absolute horror.

“What?” Mickey asks, mirroring his look.

“Think I’m gonna puke.”

“’ Course you are,” Mickey has enough time to groan before Ian bends in half and proceeds to throw up on the sidewalk.

Mickey takes a few steps away, trying to give Ian some privacy, but he’s stopped by a hand clutching his wrist and pulling him back.

“I’m so sorry, Mick,” Ian says in between spits as his hand slides down to hold Mickey’s awkwardly.

“Hey, that’s okay,” Mickey tells him gently—just as gently as he strokes his back in big circles. “I’m here.”