#poor kiddos need sleep

[katzewolf]

I’ve been reading a lot of MLB fics of these poor exhausted idiots and felt the need to draw them

Too many Akumas and now their brains cannot function (leading to identity reveals :3)

In case it’s hard to read he’s one without the background:

Adrien: What the fuck even is sleep?

Mari: Ugh, I know. Stupid Akumas.

Wait, why do you look like Chat? You even have the shirt I gave him.

[thesecondhandwoman]

hellooo i saw you were looking for requests!! i’ve been dying for some domestic caitvi as moms fics, if you wanna run with that!!

MOTHERLY LOVE

Caitlyn x Vi x kid f!reader

Synopsis: You were Caitlyn’s and Vi’s little kiddo, and they loved you with all their hearts. Today, like every other, showed just how much they truly did.

Request: Anon 🤍

A/N: Just to clarify, again, this isn’t a ship with a child, it is just the fanfic scenario. Also, in this scenario, mama is Vi, mommy is Caitlyn.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting soft golden stripes across the kitchen floor. It smelled like vanilla and sugar, and the faint sizzle of batter on a pan was the first sound you heard. Your nose twitched as you slowly woke up, eyes still heavy with sleep.

Bun-Bun, a stuffed bunny that your Mama Vi gave you as a little baby, was tucked firmly under your arm, his soft bunny ears draped over your face like a second pillow. You hugged him closer, not quite ready to leave your cocoon of warmth.

“Kiddo, breakfast is almost ready,” came a familiar, raspy voice from down the hall. It was mama—loud, warm, and always just a little rough around the edges. You could hear her footsteps getting closer.

You kept your eyes shut tight.

“Don’t make me come in there,” she teased, voice full of playful warning.

You burrowed deeper into the blanket, whispering to Bun-Bun, “Shh, she can’t see us if we don’t move.”

The door creaked open. “I can hear you, y’know,” Vi said, stepping inside. She crouched down next to the bed, grinning like a mischievous fox. “Last chance, bunny squad. Up or I’m carryin’ you to breakfast upside down.”

You peeked one eye open, meeting her smirk with a little giggle. “You wouldn’t dare, mama!”

“Try me,” she challenged, raising an eyebrow.

With a dramatic sigh, you sat up, still clutching Bun-Bun to your chest. “Okay, okay, I’m up, mama. No upside-down rides today, please.”

“Smart choice, kid.” Vi ruffled your hair, messing it up worse than it already was. “C’mon, Mommy’s makin’ pancakes, and you know she doesn’t let me near the stove.”

That got you moving. You slid off the bed, dragging Bun-Bun along, his floppy ears trailing behind you like a royal cape.

In the kitchen, Caitlyn was at the stove, her braid pulled neatly over one shoulder. Her focus was sharp, every flip of the pancake precise. She glanced over her shoulder as you shuffled in, her eyes softening instantly.

“Good morning, darling,” she said, wiping her hands on a towel before crouching down to your level. Her arms opened, and you ran into them without hesitation, squishing Bun-Bun between you. She kissed your cheek, her hands warm and steady on your back. “Did you sleep well?”

“Bun-Bun had a bad dream,” you mumbled into her shoulder.

Caitlyn pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes scanning your face with quiet concern. “Did he? Poor Bun-Bun,” she said, brushing her thumb over your cheek. “Good thing he had you to keep him safe.”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “But I think he needs extra pancakes to feel better.”

Caitlyn’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Oh, does he now? Well, I suppose we can manage that.” She kissed your forehead, then stood, guiding you toward the kitchen table.

Vi was already sitting there, arms stretched out behind her head like she had all the time in the world. She grinned as you sat down next to her, placing Bun-Bun in your lap.

“Hey, guess what?” Vi leaned over, her eyes wide with mock seriousness. “I called dibs on the first pancake.”

“Hey! No fair!” you pouted, hugging Bun-Bun protectively. “Mommy, tell Mama she can’t call dibs!”

“Vi, don’t antagonize her,” Caitlyn said, setting a fresh plate of pancakes on the table. “You know she always gets the first one.”

“Ah, fine,” Vi grumbled, shooting you a wink. “You win this time, kiddo.”

“I always win,” you said with a grin, digging into the warm, buttery pancake Caitlyn set in front of you. You made sure to give Bun-Bun a “bite” too, pressing a tiny piece of pancake to his face before eating it yourself.

Vi chuckled. “That bunny eats better than I do.”

“That’s because Bun-Bun’s a prince,” you said proudly, offering him another “bite.”

Caitlyn’s quiet laugh filled the kitchen, a sound as warm as the sun on your face.

The rain came out of nowhere that afternoon. One minute, the sky was bright and blue, and the next, it was a gray blanket pouring water over everything. Raindrops raced each other down the window, and thunder rolled softly in the distance.

You sat on the floor of the living room, Bun-Bun firmly in your lap, surrounded by crayons, markers, and a sea of paper. You were drawing the “Royal Kingdom of Bun-Bun”—complete with castles, forests, and a secret lair for Vi (she said every kingdom needed one).

Caitlyn sat on the couch behind you, a book in her lap, her eyes occasionally flicking up to check on you. Her presence was a calm, steady hum in the background, like the heartbeat of the house.

“Hey, look!” you said, holding up your newest masterpiece. “This is Bun-Bun’s royal castle. See? There’s a slide that goes straight to the pancake room.”

“Brilliant design choice,” Caitlyn said, tilting her head to study it like it was fine art. “I think you might be an architect when you grow up.”

“Or a pancake chef like you, mommy,” you added.

“Or both,” she replied, eyes crinkling with pride.

“Hey, what about me?” Vi said, flopping onto the floor beside you, her head resting on her arm. “Where’s my secret lair?”

“Right here,” you pointed to a small, cave-like drawing at the edge of the page. “You get your own lair ‘cause you’re a sneaky spy.”

Vi’s eyes lit up. “Sneaky spy, huh? I like it.”

“You better like it,” you said, puffing up with pride. “It took me forever to draw the door right.”

Vi grinned, tapping Bun-Bun on the head. “You’re a visionary, kid. Bun-Bun picked a good family.”

When the thunder cracked loudly that night, you shot up in bed, heart thudding in your chest. Bun-Bun was clutched tight to your chest, his little button eyes staring blankly ahead.

For a second, you debated being brave. But another rumble shook the sky, and all your bravery crumbled.

Your small feet hit the floor, and you shuffled toward the hallway, Bun-Bun’s ears trailing behind you. You knew exactly where to go.

Vi and Caitlyn’s bedroom door was slightly open, the soft glow of a bedside lamp peeking through. You nudged it open slowly, peeking in.

“Hey, little bunny,” Caitlyn’s voice came softly from the bed. She was already sitting up, holding out her arms. “Come here, darling.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You climbed onto the bed, dragging Bun-Bun with you, and snuggled into her lap. Caitlyn’s arms wrapped around you, warm and strong. Her hand stroked your hair slowly, the same way she always did when you were scared.

Vi stirred beside her, rubbing sleep from her eyes. “Storm getcha, huh, kiddo?” she mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.

You nodded, burying your face in Caitlyn’s shoulder. “It’s loud.”

“Yeah, it is,” Vi said, scooting closer. She draped her arm over both of you, a big, safe weight that made the world feel smaller and safer. “Don’t worry, though. It’s just sky stuff. It’s got nothin’ on us.”

“Not on Bun-Bun either,” you mumbled, lifting him up so his little face was visible.

“Definitely not on Bun-Bun,” Caitlyn agreed, kissing the top of your head. “You’re safe here, love. Always.”

“Always,” Vi echoed, giving Bun-Bun a soft high-five. “We got you.”

Snuggled between them, with Bun-Bun safe in your arms, you felt the world get quieter. The thunder was still there, but it didn’t feel as big or as scary anymore.

Your eyes grew heavy, lulled by the warmth of your family and the quiet hum of their voices. Before you drifted off, you let out a tiny yawn and mumbled, “Love you, Mommy. Love you, Mama.”

“Love you too, baby bunny,” Caitlyn whispered.

“Love you more, squirt,” Vi added, pulling the blanket up over you.

And just like that, the world felt perfect again, safe with your mothers.

A/N: To make this even more heartwarming/wrenching, Bun-Bun was inspired by Jinx’s bunny in season one (which is why it is noted that Vi gave it to the reader).

[ipseitydelrey]

Sei!! I'm obsessed with your writing!

Since your requests are open... I was thinking maybe.... NSFW alphabet with Reid? 👀

aaaa thank you so much !!

nsfw alphabet ☆ spencer reid

ship spencer reid x afab!reader

warnings smut, use of protection (wrap it before you tap it, kiddos!!), p in v penetration (i feel like this goes w/o saying), oral (m and f receiving), hair pulling, mutual masturbation, wet dreams, teasing, sex toys, he’s self-conscious :(, slight mention of what cat adams did (only implied), also he’s bi <3

A = aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

it’s quite possible that spencer loves aftercare more than actual sex. he’s so enthusiastic about taking care of you; he’ll get food and water, run a bath, cuddle, etc.

B = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and of yours)

although he’s pretty self-critical about his looks, he does like his hair. his hairstyle changes frequently so he always appreciates it when you compliment him or you run your fingers through his hair.

spencer probably feels awful that this is his favourite part of your body, but he loves your boobs. no matter the size or shape, he lives resting his head on your chest like it’s a pillow.

C = cum (anything to do with cum)

either in you or in a condom. he doesn’t really like it when it gets everywhere. although, if he does end up cumming anywhere else (like on your stomach or face, etc.), he will definitely try to clean it up quickly.

D = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

it’s not too much of a secret but it still sort of counts: spencer has wet dreams about you. since you also sleep in the same bed, during those dreams, he would subconsciously rut against your leg and moan in his sleep. so far (at least to your knowledge), this has only happened once because you woke up to him doing it. you both are aware of this fact, but spencer isn’t aware that you know. you haven’t told him because you don’t wanna embarrass the poor guy.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

with women, very little; not even sex or second base, at most he has made out and gotten his shirt off but that’s it (we’re not including cat adams in this discussion of course). with men though? he’s not a virgin, so he does have some experience.

although if we’re counting what he knows through books and articles, then in theory he would be amazing in bed.

F = favourite position (this goes without saying)

if he’s on top, he loves missionary. the position gives him the opportunity to kiss you while he thrusts into you; he loves the romance and intimacy of it too.

if he’s bottoming, then he likes it when you ride him, especially if you’re facing towards him. he can still kiss you — giving him his much needed intimacy — and he loves to watch the way your chest heaves as you bounce on him. fondling your boobs is an added bonus! another position he loves is when you fuck him with your tits. that one doesn’t need an explanation.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

he thinks he’s serious (he’s trying soooo hard, he wants it to be perfect) but he’s unintentionally goofy. usually during sex, he shares little tidbits about the benefits of an orgasm, or how eating pineapple can make cum taste like the fruit…and it’s hilarious. it doesn’t really bring you out of the moment, just makes you laugh.

H = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

spencer has a mouth-watering happy trail. much like up north, down south it’s unruly, but can still be classified as well-groomed.

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

not much can be said, but expect tons of “i love you”s as he cums. he’s a romantic at heart, of course he wants some romance during sex.

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t masturbate a lot, maybe once or twice per two weeks at most; that’s if he’s not with you. in your presence is a whole other story. it was a bit awkward jerking off in front of you at first, but over time he’s come to love it (ngl kinda wanna write a drabble for this one).

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

why do you think he keeps his hair long? it’s just begging to be pulled! seriously, during a makeout session, you got a little curious and your hand trailed to the back of his head and you gave his hair a lil tug. the result? an involuntary moan. and as mentioned before, mutual masturbation is on the table.

L = location (favourite places to have sex)

he believes any sort of sexual intimacy should be confined to the bedroom. he values his privacy and he doesn’t want to risk getting caught in the middle of having sex by anybody.

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you being smart, especially when you teach him something new (which doesn’t happen often but when it does, he’s so turned on). that’s pretty much it. genuinely loves it when you correct someone else, or if you work with him in the BAU, when you realize something about a particularly hard case that causes a breakthrough.

N = nope (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

doesn’t want to hurt you in anyway shape or form. it’s likely that later in your relationship, when you trust each other more, you both might experiment with biting or spanking, but that’s as far as he’s willing to go. sensory deprivation (especially with blindfolds) are also a no.

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he’s so different, yet so similar when both giving and receiving oral; he doesn’t have a preference.

if he’s giving, then he’s giving. at first, he wasn’t too good at it (you had to keep giving him pointers and tell him what you like and don’t like, but he has the basics down), but over time, he does get the hang of it. in short, his tongue has other uses than just rambling about statistics.

if he’s receiving, it is the hottest thing you have seen and heard. he gets so flushed in the cheeks and so sweaty, his hair starts to stick to his forehead as he’s panting. and the noises? the noises he produces makes you want to rut against the bed, the couch, his leg, wherever you can.

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

if he’s bottoming, he does like it when you go fast, especially if he’s pent up (and maybe has been edged for a while too). but if he’s on top, then he loves to go slow. although most of the time, he’ll go whatever pace you want him to go.

Q = quickies (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he doesn’t like quickies, especially early in your shared sexual life. he does prefer to take his time and not have any interruptions and the like, but quickies are bound to happen with how many cases there are.

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

this is a man of science we are talking about; of course he’s game to experiment in the bedroom. with his limited experience (especially with women), he doesn’t know exactly what he likes and doesn’t like. but as for risks, almost never. the closest he’ll probably get to fucking in public is in a motel/hotel. he doesn’t want to get caught in such a compromising position.

S = sexts (yes? no? pictures?)

he doesn’t really understand why people would sext when they could just A. say it to their partner directly or B. just call and listen to their voice. he understands why people send nudes even less; he doesn’t want to take pictures of himself in that way, or even risk sending them. the technophobia is real with this man.

T = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

doesn’t own any, but he isn’t vehemently opposed to using them (either on you or him) if you own some.

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

spencer doesn’t really like to tease so much as he likes to be teased. it gets him all riled up, especially if you tease him in public. as long as the teasing is masked well, he’s all for it.

V = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

the way this man moans is symphonic, it’s mind boggling. he is loud, his noises can reverberate through the room. he doesn’t just moan, he’s got a whole arsenal of sounds; whimpers, whines, cries, etc.

W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

the first time he got hard in front of you was a complete accident and he was so embarrassed, rapidly spitting out apologies and slight self-deprecating comments. you tried to calm him down - which sort of worked, thankfully - and asked if he wanted help with it. the event didn’t escalate into full-on sex, but hands were enough for him and you both.

X = x-ray (dick size)

like him, his cock isn’t particularly girthy, but it’s long, definitely above average. in fact, it’s long enough that you could still feel the aftershocks of it even when it’s been a day.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

the man is so touch-starved that at this point, any form of intimacy would be near too much for him. so, his sex drive would probably be high, but he would still only be able to go maybe one or two rounds. later in your relationship, he might be able to go longer than that.

Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

spencer is the type of guy to feel sleepy after sex, even if he cane only once. the activity takes a lot out of him, but he would still prioritize you first before himself. after he does his whole aftercare routine, he’s out like a light. this could be different if he has a migraine, in which case he’ll probably be up for a couple more hours (yay insomnia).

[actual-greenninja]

The Hashira And how I think they will act as parents (PT 1?)

Rengoku/ Giyuu/ Sanemi/ x GN Reader (modern au)

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Synopsis: Basically what the title says, this is just a little brain rot, may or may not be trash. Just me talking about how I think they would be as parents, how many kids they would want, etc

Authors note: This was kinda hard because I've never written nor read any works of Giyuu so he might not be written too well :')

Note: NOT PROOF READ

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Rengoku🔥 (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

🧡 I see him wanting many children, not too many of course but quite a few! Maybe two like him and his brother, Senjuro. Or maybe even three or four, five if you will let him!

🧡 He wants to be a better father to his children than what his dad turned out to be after his mom passed away. Has nearly sworn off drinking when his first child was born because he didn't want to risk anything , poor thing :(

🧡 However you guys plan on having children doesn't really matter,he doesn't care of they aren't biologically his or not, he will love them!!

🧡 I see him having more sons than daughters, he wants to raise them up right to become good, decent men! And if he has a daughter he will teach his son's to protect her, even though he knows she will be more than capable to take care of herself. If they want to be demon slayers that's even better!

🧡 He tries his absolute best not to be too loud when he is holding his first baby, you have never seen him whisper the way he did when he held his first born.

🧡 Loves hearing his children play! And if he isn't busy he will join in and play along! Usually their games consist of Rengoku chasing them. Maybe he is a demon and they are demon slayers trying to fight him off, it's an adorable sight!

🧡 If he sees you playing with his children he will just sit back and watch for a little. Seeing his love playing with his children brings him so much warmth in his heart

🧡 You could say it sets his heart ablaze (insert laugh track)

🧡 He has a little bit of trouble saying no to his little kiddos. But he knows where to draw the line (some what atleast)

🧡Will randomly send you pictures of him and the kids (he does it shirtless when they're babies. Says they need skin to skin contact). Usually consists of both of them smiling, or watching TV or reading a book or Rengoku nibbling their cheeks.

🧡" Sweetheart! Look at our little sun flower! He's so focussed on the story book you got! And look! Whenever we get to the page talking about parents, he starts to laugh! *Chuckle* it seems he loves his parent as much as I do. Like father like son— huh?"

🧡 It's canon that Rengoku is half deaf and that is why he speaks so loudly, so I imagine his kids definitely gained a habit of yelling naturally when talking like their dad.

🧡Prefers to be called 'Papa' by his kids. I'm not sure why I just see it.

🧡His genes are strong. STRONG. All your kids (if biological) look exactly like him. Hair, eyes, smile and all. He finds it hilarious and will always mock you about it.

🧡Is there to EVERY game or concert, and if the school needs a chaperone he's your guy! Mom's love him, teachers love him, kids love him, even dad's love him. Who wouldn't?

🧡 As much as I praise him, like everyone he isn't perfect. Like I said, he has trouble saying no. But I also imagine that as much as he tries not to be like his dad, is how much he wants you to be like his mom, because he remembers her as such an amazing mother. So there is a bit of comparing but don't worry, he loves you for you!

🧡 Another thing about him being half deaf: hes off like a light when he's asleep. Baby is crying? Sucks to suck because 60 percent of the time he will sleep through it. But when he hears he will be the first one to check on your little one.

🧡Rengoku definitely will feel very hurt the first time his kid gets embarrassed of him. Like when they go through that "YOURE EMBARRASSING ME DAD!!" phase. Like, he will get so insecure and will feel like they don't love him anymore

🧡 "Sweetheart, do I talk too loud when I'm around their friends? Or do I make weird jokes? I thought saying "rizz" was cool??" Is what he will ask In the dead of night, and you will have to comfort him

🧡I imagine that Rengoku would love taking you and his kids camping and will make it a yearly tradition, even though it ends up a catastrophe every year.

🧡Over all a 9/10, amazing dad, had his flaws but honestly who doesn't?

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Giyuu 🌊 (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

🫐 He is okay with any amount of children you're comfortable with. He'd preferably want not too many, but also more than one, so two is a good number

🫐 Poor thing, the first time you told him you were pregnant he was completely emotionless for like two minutes, just staring at the ground. You were so scared but before you could speak he took your hand tightly and started sobbing. He was so happy he was gonna be the father of your baby :(

🫐 And if you told him you wanted to adopt he'd agree, showing support when you made the decision. But the moment he sees the child you're gonna adopt he feels tears stream down his face.

🫐 When he holds your baby for the first time, no matter how many babies you have he will never be use to holding them for the first time. He will be so gentle, whispering to them. He looks a little awkward but it's okay he's trying.

🫐 Faints the first time he sees a diaper. Why does it look like that? Why does it smell like that?! How do you put it on?! He was the youngest so he had no clue how to do this, but he'd learn for you and your baby.

🫐 "Darling! Darling! Please take the baby now!! He— he needs to be changed please!"

🫐"Giyuu I am at work what do you want me to do?!" -you guys when being new parents probably

🫐He's a very quick learner though so you won't have to worry. Soon he's working with the baby without breaking a sweat! You could even say he's a natural

🫐 He still can't handle things like puke and poops though. That's for sure, unfortunately.

🫐 When your kid is older he will definitely be at all the games, shows, recitals, whatever. But he isn't gonna be cheering loudly, he honestly justs blends into the crowd. But the moment your bundle of joy gets of stage he is congratulating them profusely.

🫐 Takes so many pictures of you and your baby. Has so many pictures, and sends it to all of his friend's (so like 3 people)

🫐 Doesn't embarrass your kids often, hes too rserved. But if a child even talks wrong to his baby, he will not hesitate to go up to them and give them a stern talking to, which may be a little embarrassing.

🫐If your kid likes to sing— He WILL sing along and take videos. But God forbid you take a video of him singing, he will chase you for your phone. He's a terrible singer, but he will do anything for your baby.

🫐 Will respect his kids boundaries. If they don't wanna hug in public, sure..he was the same at some point. He will feel a little hurt and go to you for reassuring, but he knows it's just a teenage thing.

🫐 Once tried to sound cool Infront of his kids friends but ended up looking kinda lame. TERRIBLE DAD JOKES AHEAD!!

🫐Tried making a dad joke with his kids friends, all of them stayed silent, so did he. The table was silent until one of them decided to change the subject. Giyuu has never known peace since.

🫐 Is a very light sleeper, some say he doesn't sleep so if his baby cries, he is the first to go and check on them.

🫐 He makes sure not to sound to negative about himself around his kids. He doesn't want them to end up with a mindset like his.

🫐 Do kids love him? Do parents love him? Do teachers love him? Nyeeehhhh. Quite frankly they forget he exists. He doesn't stand out, but atleast that means he doesn't do anything wrong.

🫐he has some flaws in his parenting unfortunately. You'd expect him to be stern, responsible parent but honestly he will let his kids get away with anything to 'help his chances of them liking him'.

🫐 Also something that isn't entirely his fault is that he is unintentionally emotionally distant as his kids get older. Like, he won't know how to comfort that well. But he will try his best. Nothing but the best for his kids.

🫐 Overall 8.5/10. Great dad, not extraordinary but still pretty amazing

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Sanemi 🍃(⁠ノ⁠ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ⁠)⁠ノ

🌱 The moment you announce that you're pregnant he is crying and becoming a little frantic. The most stressed out of the three despite his usual nonchalant demeanour.

🌱 He is making sure that you are taken care of, making sure everything is ready for the pregnancy months before

🌱If you guys are adopting he is alot less frantic but still very on edge. Making sure the bedroom is ready. Making sure everything is baby proofed.

🌱 But the moment the baby enters your lives it's like all that stress melts away in the blink of an eye. When he takes the baby into his arms and holds it against his open chest he is whispering sweet nothings into the kids ear.

🌱 Like Giyuu, he can't handle poop or vomit. Especially vomit. The first time your baby threw up on him was on his chest, and unfortunately since he keeps his chest own it slid down to his stomach

🌱 He shrieked. Genuinely shrieked.

🌱 "HOLY SHI— SHHHH....." he is trying his best not to swear Infront of your kid. He doesn't want to be remembered by your baby as an angry man.he can't. He refuses to let that happen.

🌱 You know he is stressed. Very very stressed. He doesn't want to be like his dad, his abusive father that he could only remember beating him and his siblings. He wants to be better, he needs to be better. But this worry leads to him having many sleepless nights where you would comfort him, telling him that he will never be his father.

🌱 When your kid gets older he will definitely take part in any little games they want to play. And he gets a kick out of it when he's the villain, because trust me when I say he is a phenomenal villain for his kids

🌱 Speaking of "kids", he wants more than one, definitely. Atleast three, but if that's too much for you he won't mind at all! He is a Girl Dad™ , nothing will convince me otherwise.

🌱 If he has a kid that looks exactly like him then he will be very careful. His baby is the most pretty, handsome thing in the whole universe, so how can he nitpick his appearance when he knows he has the eyes, nose and hair of his baby?

🌱 Lets his kid trace his scars, wether it be with their fingers or with markers. It gives him a sense of purpose.

🌱 Will he be a chaperone? Hell no. He hates any kid that isn't his. Will he host birthday parties? Hell yes, if it's his kids. But don't expect him to make small talk with parents.

🌱 If his kid shows romantic interest in Giyuus child he will actually combust. He doesn't want to be overbearing but if Giyuus 'spawn' goes near his angel he wil be throwing hands (with Giyuu).

🌱 Speaking of which, when your kid has a crush he will try not to be mad and sad at the same time

🌱 "Oh? Someone has caught the eye of daddy's angel? Well that's... Nice. Who is this kid? Is he nice? What's his name? What does he say? Do you know his parents? You know daddy will always love you the most"

🌱 Gets (very) defensive of his kids. If he's at a parent teacher meeting and the teacher dares to say something like "your child is too (this)" or your child is too (that)" he will get very upset. But he knows when he's child is truly the problem and will sternly check them.

🌱 Takes pictures of your kid doing the dumbest things in the dumbest angles. Have you seen that one pic of a guy standing on a babies shoulders captioned "on baby"? That is what hed send.

🌱 "Hey, babe. Look at our little mochi. Our baby is just the cutest thing alive😊❤️" and it's a picture of your baby from that one angle from the top of its head making it look dumb.

🌱 I imagine Sanemi has a sweet tooth, meaning he has a stash of sweets somewhere and of course he will share with his babies! But only one or two, anymore and he'll start to get a bit cranky.

🌱 He gives his kids punishments like the naughty corner 😭 and will make them stay there for 10 minutes before taking them to their room and calmly telling them where they went wrong.

🌱goes it his kids games/events and cheers LOUDLY. Almost rivals Rengoku. He is yelling, cheering, even swearing but each time it gets to that level he is kicked out.

🌱 Sanemi has quite a few flaws to his parenting. He has a bit of a temper, and although he keeps it in check it's hard to do so when he just came back from work. He will apologize many many times if he gets too upset

🌱 overall 8.5/ 10. He's a good parent, and he tries his best

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Thanks for reading. Reblogs are appreciated. MIGHT make a part two with Tengen, Iguro and Gyomei

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“father & son” - james kelly x sam monroe x fem!reader

summary ; sam kelly, son of james kelly, has been best friends with you since you were a small child. his family is practically your own at this point.

warnings ; mentions of abuse, pet names (doll, baby, sweetheart, darlin, angel), sam is still emo, james takes care of reader, cuddling, kissing, rough family life for reader.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ you’ve struggled your entire life. emotional abuse at home, struggling in school, poor self image. the one thing you had was sam kelly. he had been your best friend since you were 4 years old, and now, at 17, you two were far more intimate with one another than “best friends” should be.

constant kisses to your cheeks and forehead, an arm wrapped around your waist or slung around your shoulder while he walked you to class. you didn’t mind, of course. sam was cute, you thought. you had had a crush on him since forever. you’d spent most of your life yearning after the boy, but only in silence.

never would you speak of your crush on sam kelly, nor would you ever complain about the affection he showed you now. over the past few weeks, things had gotten much more intimate than usual. he’d press quick kisses to your lips when saying goodbye to you in the halls, he’d cuddle you during sleepovers. it all made your heart flutter wildly.

now, with all that being said, you’re here, in the kelly household, sandwiched between sam and his father, james on the couch. james had always shown you the love you didn’t get at home and stood up for you when you needed it most. he was like a second father to you. james’ arm was slung around your shoulder while sam’s head rested on your shoulder opposite james. sam pressed soft, sleepy kisses to your neck every few minutes.

“jamie?” you asked quietly. “yeah, sweetheart?” his thick accent hung heavy in the air. “‘s it okay if i spend the night?” your meek voice was shy and soft. “‘course, babydoll. yer always welcome here.” a shy smile spread across your face, pink flooding your round cheeks. “thanks.” you whispered. he nodded in response, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of your head.

james tugged you a little closer. sam whined in response. “hey, no fair! she’s- she’s my best friend.” sam mumbled. he cuddled closer to you, wrapping both of his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into your covered shoulder. james chuckled. “alright, kiddo, alright. you can have ‘er.” he said. he retracted his arm from around your shoulders, using both hands to brace himself as he stood up.

quickly, sam slid to lay down with his head in your lap. “hi, baby.” he mumbled, nuzzling his cheek into your soft tummy. “hi, sweet boy.” you whispered. you leaned down, pressing kisses to his face. he chuckled softly, tugging on your shirt, insisting you laid down beside him. “okay, okay,” you giggled, “hold on.” you moved to lay down, quickly hiding your face in his neck. “hey, lemme see that pretty face,” sam chuckled.

you emerged from the crook of his neck, a light blush coating your features once more, a shy smile tugged across your lips. “there’s my pretty girl.” sam cooed. he wrapped a hand around your waist while the other came up to cup your cheek. he gently tilted your head up, peering down at you for permission. you nodded with a shy giggle and he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. this time it wasn’t as quick as it usually was.

sam kissed you for several seconds before pulling away. you yawned and your eyes fluttered suddenly. “hmm?” he asked. “you tired, sweet baby?” you nodded meekly, sniffling as he pulled you to lay against his chest. “go to sleep, angel.” he whispered. your heart fluttered. he tugged you a bit closer, his movement and touch soft and delicate. after a few minutes, your eyes fluttered shut and you were asleep in sam kelly’s arms.

you woke up hours later with sam fast asleep beside you on the couch. he had pulled a blanket over you while you had slept, keeping your body warm. although, now, you were breaking out in a cold sweat. your heart raced, tears pooling in your eyes. you crawled off of sam and the couch, gently but shakily placing the blanket back on top of him. you shook as you walked towards james’ room down the hall.

you knocked on the door, whispering a soft “jamie?” as you did so. you heard a quiet grumble before you spoke, and then james’ voice softened when he realized it was you. “yea, sweetheart?” his voice called out gently. “m.. had a nightmare. ‘m scared, jamie.” he sighed softly. nightmares weren’t a new thing for you. “c’mere, babydoll.” he whispered.

you gently pushed the door open, stepping into the darkness of the room, lit only by the dim glow of the tv playing white noise beside james’ bed. “don’t be shy, doll, c’mere. come sit wit’ me.” he chuckled sleepily. you flushed. you obeyed, though, walking towards him and slipping under the covers beside him. your doe-like eyes peered up at him, and his heart melted at the innocent sight of you.

“oh, baby…” he cooed, “c’mere, sweet girl, cuddle up.” you obeyed, snuggling into james’ side as his large hand slid around your shoulders. “what happened, kiddo?” he asked softly. “don’t wanna talk about it ‘f that’s okay, jamie.” you mumbled. “‘course it’s okay, doll. don’t gotta talk about anythin’ you don’t wanna.” you smiled weakly. he sighed, his arms wrapping around your waist to lift you up and pull you into his lap.

you hummed contentedly as he cradled your head against his firm chest. you cuddled up a bit closer to him, snuggling against the warmth of his much bigger body. “shh,” he whispered, “shh, i’ve got you. you’re safe.” you whimpered into his skin, tears pooling in your eyes yet again. “oh, hey… hey, kiddo, i mean it. you’re safe.” he whispered soothingly. he gently rocked you back and forth, his large hand stroking your hair.

“you just go back to sleep. i’ve got you, kid. gonna make sure you’re safe.” he whispered as you sobbed. you felt like a child, sobbing into james’ arms as he held you in his lap, but you were too distressed to be embarrassed. you sniffled. “baby. look at me.” he whispered. slowly, sleepily, you lifted your head to make eye contact with james.

“you know i’m never gonna let anything hurt you while you’re here, right darlin’?” you nodded meekly. “okay. then go to sleep, ‘m gonna protect you.” you nodded again, tears slowing. for a second, the two of you sat in silence, before a groggy sam walked into the room. “where’s- oh, angel…” he whispered. “she had a nightmare, sammy, ‘s okay. you wanna come sit with us?” james asked, rough voice unusually soft.

sam didn’t answer, just crawling into bed beside you. he reached out to place a hand on your cheek. he didn’t force you to look at him, didn’t move your head at all. just left his hand there soothingly, rubbing small circles into your soft skin. “go back to sleep, kiddo.” james whispered. “mm…” you hummed, feeling considerably calmer and more at ease with james holding you and sam’s hand on your cheek. sam leaned over to place a kiss to your cheek.

your response never came as you quickly passed out in their arms, safe and loved by the two people you trusted most.

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Night calls.

Fanfic type: Smut One Shot

Word count: 1.2k+

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. calling names (baby, sweetheart), dirty talk, no penetration, jerking off and fingering. (I'M BAD AT WRITING ENDINGS).

Summary: You find yourself alone in bed, yearning for more attention from your partner, Mike, who works night shifts and is often too exhausted for intimacy. In your need you decide to call him and express your desires.

"Good night, kiddo," you said to Abby before turning off the light in her room. “Sleep tight” you added, and she returned a smile and a whispered “Goodnight.” You left, closing the door behind you, and headed to Mike's empty room. You turned the light on and fell into bed. Due to his night work, Mike had almost no time for you because when he returned from his shift, the only thing he wanted and needed was to sleep. And, of course you understood. The poor man had to stay up all night… but you wouldn't be lying if you said you needed more than just the kiss and hug that Mike gave you when he came back from that hellish job.

As you lay in bed, your mind racing with thoughts of need and desire and the lack of attention from Mike. You begin to fantasize about him, and you couldn't help but start to touch yourself. Your heart races as you imagine him kissing every part of your body. The more you think about it, the more you need it. You moan softly at your own touch, your fingers finding the spot that sends shivers down your spine. You need more; you need him. As you continue to touch yourself, you begin to massage your breasts, your hard nipples standing at attention against your palms.

Your need intensifies, and you close your eyes, imagining Mike's voice moaning and whimpering in pleasure. The sound of satisfaction that only he could provide. You need to hear those noises and feel him moving beneath you. And out of nowhere, an idea forms in your mind. You've never done anything like this before, but you need Mike's voice and his moans of desire.

"Should I call him?…" you ask to yourself, hesitating for a moment before picking up the phone. Your heart races as you dial Mike's work number, your fingers trembling slightly. He picks up with a "Hello?" through the phone line and you can't help but whimper his name.

You take a deep breath, your body tense with anticipation. "Mike," you whisper into the phone, voice shaky and needy, "I need you… I can't take it anymore." Your words are laced with desire, your voice shaking slightly. You need him; you need him to feel what you're feeling right now. You need him to know how empty you feel without him.

Mike is alone in his office, trying to focus on work but finding it increasingly difficult with your moans and pleas echoing in his ear. Mike's heart races as he hears your pleading voice over the phone line. His body responds instantly, growing hard beneath his desk. He tries to maintain control, but finds out that's almost impossible. "Baby, I can't come to you now…" Mike manages to say between gritted teeth. He can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, and he knows he needs release too. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't resist any longer. With a shaky hand, Mike begins to undo his pants, his mind filled with images of you: your moans, your needy voice, the way you've been touching yourself. He can't help but imagine himself inside you, feeling your warmth and tightness around him.

You're growing increasingly desperate, your need for him is overwhelming. "Mike, please," you whimper into the phone, your fingers moving faster against your sensitive nub. "I need you… here… now." Mike can't believe what he's saying, but he can't stop himself. "I want to feel you around my cock so bad." he groans into the phone. "You're such a dirty girl," Mike whispers, his fingers sliding against his slick skin. "I can't wait to feel you wrap those perfect lips around me." His hips jerk forward, mimicking the motion he wants to take inside you.

Your moans intensify, echoing through the phone lines. "Fuck, Mike… don't stop" you beg him, your fingers pinching at your swollen clit.

Mike's breath hitches at your words. "I won't," he promises, his voice rough with desire. "I want to bury myself deep inside you," he groans, imagining the tight heat surrounding him. "Feeling every inch of my cock stretching you out." Mike's hand moves faster, his cock leaking pre-cum. "God, I'm gonna fuck you so good," he growls into the phone. "m' gonna pound into that tight little pussy of yours until we both cum."

"Mike… please… fuck me," you beg, your fingers working even faster against your clit. Your hips lift off the bed slightly, seeking out the connection you crave. "I need you… inside me… now." Your moans become high-pitched whimpers as you imagine him filling you up. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, lost in the fantasy of him taking you roughly. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge; the need for release is overwhelming. "Mike… fuck… yes," you gasp, your fingers moving faster around your clit. "I need…" "What?" Mike asks, his voice thick with lust. He could almost feel your wetness on his fingers as he imagined pushing inside you. "Tell me what you need, baby."

"Mike, I need… I need your cock inside me," you moan, your fingers still working furiously against your clit. Your hips rock back and forth, seeking some sort of release from the overwhelming desire. "Please, please fuck me." The need for release growing more urgent. Your hips jerk up slightly, seeking out the connection you crave. "Please, Mike…"

"Fuck…" Mike groans, feeling his cock twitch in his hand. He can feel the familiar pressure building inside, threatening to explode. "Hold on, baby, just a little longer." "I'm… so close," you whimper, your hips rocking faster now. "Oh God, Mike…" you moan, your body tensing up as you feel the familiar rush of pleasure. "I'm going to cum…" Your fingers dig into your clit, urging it to climax. "Cum with me, baby" Mike growls, his hand moving faster. He could feel himself about to lose control, the pressure building inside. "Mike!" you moan his name again through the phone, your body shaking as you feel your orgasm wash over you. "Oh fuck… so good…" Your hips jerk up off the bed, your pussy clenches around your fingers. Mike's body tenses and his eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Ahhh… fuck!" he groans, his hand moving faster over his cock, tightening it. He can feel himself about to cum, the familiar heat and pressure building inside him. "Oh fuck, baby…" Mike groans, his voice raw with lust and desire. He can feel his cock throbbing in his hand. "I'm gonna cum…" His hips jerk forward, his hand moves faster.

You hear him moaning and panting through the phone, feeling his pleasure vibrate against your ear. Your fingers, still twitching from their own aftershocks, grip the phone tighter. "Mike… oh God… cum for me…"

"Ahhhh…!" He cries out, his cock pulsing in his hand, hot, thick cum shooting out over his fingers and onto his stomach. "Fuck…" He moans, his hips jerking again as the last few spasms of pleasure wash over him. You let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. The line goes quiet as both of you catch your breath, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms. Finally, Mike chuckles softly, his breathing returning to normal. "That was… intense," he admits, his voice still heavy with lust. "Are you okay there, sweetheart?" You giggle softly, as saying a whispered "yes," feeling a wave of warmth spread through you. "I love you," you murmur, your heart fluttering in your chest. "Thank you."

"I love you too, sweetheart" he says back, feeling warmth in his chest.

As you drift off to sleep, your breathing grows deeper and more rhythmic. Mike can't help but smile at the phone. He's more than happy to keep the line open.

[jasmines-library]

Hey I don't know if you've ever done a Winchester!sister story with the sister being really young and also much younger then her brothers, so I don't know if you would be able to do this request for me but I really hope you can:)

Anyway the request is 2 year old reader wakes her brothers up by crying and they get up and find her in her crib her onsie pajamas buttons is open as if she tried to get rid of it and then when Dean picks her up he feels the heat radiating from her.

Both Dean and Sam know they have to take care of the situation. Dean takes her temperature, and they find out she is sick and they take care of her and so on and so on. This is just a type of summary so you can change things as much as you like. I love a good fluff and angst story;)

Loveee your writing and can't wait for this story❤️❤️❤️

Sick Bug

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Summary: When you wake up feeling sick, your big brothers are there to help make you feel better.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Sickness

Exciting sidenote: I am 2 followers away from 1K!!

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You were crying again. Poor baby had been restless all day, tossing and turning as if you were trying to escape a force that wasn’t there. At first your brothers thought you were just over tired: the three of you had been on the road all day. Travelling with a toddler was dangerous business, so Sam and Dean tried not to do it often, but with Cas MIA and Bobby out of town they were left with no choice.

They had lay you down to rest not too long ago, but you had been restless since then. You had protested being put to bed in the first place, clinging to Dean with your little hands but after some coaxing he had managed to get you to sleep. That and you were absolutely exhausted and struggling to keep your little eyes open.

Then your eyes had come flying open and your little whimpers filled the room. You were too hot and felt like you were going to suffocate as your squirmed, trying your unbutton your pyjamas. Your head ached and your sinuses were uncomfortably blocked, throwing you off balance.

Dean rose slowly from his slumber, altered by your cries. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he made his way to your crib where you were sat up trying to struggle out of your onesie. Sam rolled over to glance at your from his bed. He hadn’t really been sleeping, but seeing as Dean had made his way over to you he didn’t feel the need to.

“What’s the matter, huh sweetheart?” Dean frowned as he reached out to pick you up. Your arms reached out instinctively to grab him as you continued to cry.

The second you were in Deans arms he became increasingly worried about the warmth that radiated off of you and he shot a look to Sam who, at his brothers concerning lack of speech, clambered out of bed and moved cumbersomely towards you.

You buried your face into the crook of Deans’s neck trying to hide from the ache. His skin provided some relief and you sniffled. Dean further furrowed his brow. Your skin was hot. Too hot.

“Sweetheart?” Dean tried to coax your face away from his neck. He brushed away the stray hairs that your cold flush of sweat had plastered to the edge of your face before pressing his palm to your forehead. “She’s warm, Sammy.”

“You feeling poorly, kiddo?” Sam asked, taking you from Deans arms. You clung to him closely and nodded feebly.

Dean moved quickly towards the first aid kit, rummaging around for the thermometer as Sam bounced you up and down gently in his arms to try and soothe you a little. The eldest Winchester’s movements were somewhat panicked as he pulled out the glass cylinder.

“Alrighty sweetheart, open up.” He tried to persuade you to place the tube under your tongue. When you finally stopped trying to turn your tired face away and they had convinced you to hold it in your mouth for long enough, Sam pulled out to reveal that the line had skyrocketed to 101.

“Fever.” Sam confirmed, showing his brother the thermometer. He shifted you in his arms. “Explains why she can’t sleep.”

Suddenly you were overtaken by a fit of harsh, dry coughs that tore through you. Sam winced, rubbing you back gently.

“S’mmy…” you blubbered gripping his shirt tightly.

“Shh. It’s alright sweetheart we’ve got you.” Sammy moved over to the bed, still cradling you in his arms. He looked up at Dean. Realistically he knew that you would be fine, but he had never dealt with anything like this before and it worried him.

Dean on the other hand knew how to handle the situation. He had dealt with Sammy being ill plenty of times when he was younger. But when he looked at your flushed and sweaty cheeks and the way your body shivered ever so slightly, he couldn’t help but feel awful. As though he should have found someone to take care of you instead. But watching you curled up in his brother’s arms he realised he had more pressing matters to worry about.

Moving back to the first aid box, he pulled out a dose of medicine, cursing silently when you were overrun by another coughing fit. It was followed by another whimper. Sam slowly removed the outer layer of your onesie hoping that he could cool you down quicker. Still you clung to him closely, too young to understand that you might get him sick as you sniffled against him, but Sam didn’t care. He would risk being sick if it meant taking away your pain.

“Here we go sweetheart.” Dean wandered back over, a cool glass of water on one hand and a medicine in the other: one of those small sachets that they kept on hand in case of emergencies. “This will help you feel all better.” He promised.

Reaching out you held onto the cup, and with Deans help took a few sips. The icy water soothed the back of your throat and you sighed in content, setting back into Sam a little. It took a little more convincing for you to take the medicine. Tired and overwhelmed you had tried to refuse the bitter taste. But in the end Sam had promised you that you would feel much better if you took it, so reluctantly you let the liquid slide over your tongue.

It wasn’t long after that that you began to grow tired. Your little eyes struggled to stay awake as you lay curled up in Sam’s lap. Dean had perched beside him, watching shitty cartoons to help keep him awake so he could monitor your temperature in case you got any worse. Though as your ragged breaths evened out into tiny half-snores, the medicine seemed to be doing its job as your temperature seemed to slowly fall back down to a slightly more normal number.

At some point, Sam had also fallen asleep. Rubbing circles on your back and smoothing over your hair had lulled him into slumber. Dean smirked and pulled the bedcovers over the two of you. It looked like you weren’t going back to your bed tonight.

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[delcakoo]

Just thinking about having a sleepover with Niki and when the others come in to check on you guys, they see that Niki is spooning you with a tight hold and then when they are making breakfast, he’s back hugging you refusing to let go, not caring about the teasing his Hyungs are doing -🧋

love how we’re all in niki brainrot ,, ty for the req boba love hope u enjoy <3

9:18AM — sleeping over at your boyfriend’s dorm taught you that 1) he was not a morning person, and 2) you being next to him in bed seemed to make that fact even worse.

“jus’ a few more minutes baby, seriously,” riki mumbles into the crook of your neck, breath tickling your skin softly. even his leg was wrapped tightly over yours, preventing you from any route of escaping his warm embrace.

you sigh. as much as you love the affection, you felt bad for the boys working hard outside to prepare a meal without you two. “we should go help them, c’mon.”

as if he was listening in on the conversation, sunghoon bursts in at that exact moment, clapping his hands annoyingly loud. “times up, kiddos! food’s almost ready and it’s your turn to help out,” he announces, ignoring how the male in bed lazily attempts to throw a pillow at his face. “and niki-ah, jay told you to leave the door open by at least 3 inches last night.”

all sunghoon gets in response is an annoyed groan as riki attempts to dig further under the sheets, only for you to sit up and throw them off him moments later.

“sorry, we’ll be there in a minute.” you smile awkwardly, elbowing your boyfriend as the elder wishes you a pitiful ‘good luck’ before heading to the kitchen.

luckily, it only takes a couple more promises of attention later and reminders of all the delicious food outside for riki to finally get up himself, adjusting his white tank top and tangled hair before following you out the door. the boys all coo at your entry and offer sweet welcomes and greetings — completely contrasting how niki only gets a few aggressive pats on the shoulder.

“hey y/n, wanna take a turn flipping these?” jungwon gestures to the pan cooking pancakes with a sleepy expression, offering you the spatula with a grin once you accept.

everything was going swiftly; the once empty plate next to the stove now containing a tower of buttermilk pancakes, as well as sunoo’s hashbrowns being halfway done. it was almost suspicious how riki had left you alone for more than five minutes, but your confusion quickly went down the drain as two sly arms wrapped around your waist with ease.

“do you need something?” you mumble, trying your best to wobble over to the cupboards and get the syrup despite having another human glued to your back.

riki scoffs, placing his chin on your shoulder. “i don’t need a reason to hold you.”

you catch sunoo and heeseung roll their eyes with a smile, the other boys working around the kitchen only taking glances in surprise — probably because it was rare for riki to show his affection so openly, but you suppose it’s because he’s still half asleep.

“what?” riki catches their lingering eyes, hands caressing your waist gently.

jake smiles like a proud mom in response. “you two are cute.”

“aw, did you want a hug too hyung?” the younger fakes a pout teasingly.

“nah, i have jungwonnie here to give me hugs!” before the poor leader could protest, he’d already been scooped into jake’s playful arms, whining in annoyance as laughter fills the dorm’s kitchen.

you pat riki’s arm, craning your neck up to meet his eyes with a content smile. “guess you’re stuck to hugging me.”

“i think i can live with that.”

[orthopunkfox]

My great gran made this quilt for me when I was small. The front is a patchwork of heavy cotton cloth while the back is light canvas. It was designed "for little people and their big messes" as my gran used to say, designed to be durable and easy to clean. It was also designed to be put in the fridge or freezer to make it cold. The cool weight often brought much needed relief to a sickly kiddo who battled frequent ear and lung infections with raging fever. I wrapped myself in it in cold nights, held it tight when I was sad, been sick on it when I had stomach flu. It's served as cape, picnic blanket, and camp sleeping bag. It has never once torn nor frayed. I wrapped my oldest child in it when he was sick with croup. Just today, my youngest wiped his jelly-covered face on it. My gran definitely knew what she was doing and made this quilt to last as long as her legacy.

My gran was not a wealthy woman. She grew up very poor, lived fairly poor, and died only slightly less poor. But she took care of the people in her sphere of influence. There was a home for orphaned and troubled boys near her house on Morris Street. Every Christmas she would invite the boys who had no home to her house for a home cooked meal (complete with pie), and a stocking for each which included chocolate, a small toy or game and a piece of citrus fruit they didn't normally get. Her favourite saying was "there's always room for one more at the table, we can add one more potato to the soup, the gravy can be watered down a little more."

I don't think she ever knew the great many lives she touched, not how great an affect she had on people. I think she would've been embarrassed to know. She was a modest woman and just as soon forget her good deeds. But the people she blessed never forgot.

At her funeral dozens and dozens of men came to pay their respects. None of my family knew their names or had ever seen them before. One by one they began to introduce themselves and a story began to piece together. The home had closed decades ago and the boys had grown up, some had left the state. But when one of them found out about my gran's death, they mustered themselves and came from all over. They were her Christmas Boys and they had come to see her one last time.

[a-living-canvas]

CW : Nonverbal Whumpee

Decay

"Behave yourself, Whumpee."

Whumper said before leaving Whumpee alone with his henchman. Whumpee just nodded, looking at Henchman with hopeful eyes. Wishing that he wouldn't treat them like Whumper did.

"What is it, little one?"

Henchman asked, chuckling softly as he ruffled Whumpee's hair. Whumpee just smiled, feeling a bit better with him. Maybe if they were being really nice to Henchman, he would help them get away from Whumper? Whumpee could tell they were a nice person. 

Henchman crouched down in front of them, tugging their lips opened with his thumb. He shook his head in sympathy. "He really did cut your tongue, huh?"

Whumpee nodded, watching Henchman stand up straight again. "Poor kiddo. Do you want to eat? Or do you want to take a nap?"

Whumpee reached for their pen and paper, scribbling down their answer. 

I have eaten with my Master earlier. He never let me take a nap, though.

Henchman chuckled. "Don't worry, kiddo. You can take a nap as long as you want." 

Whumpee beamed up as they followed Henchman to Whumper's bedroom. He tucked them in and ruffled their hair for the last time before walking out of the room. Whumpee curled up in the blanket as their eyes drooping low, drifting them off to their slumber.

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"Whumpee, little one, wake up…"

Henchman gently shook Whumpee's shoulder, watching as they stirred up from their sleep. Whumpee looked at Henchman in confusion but before they could say anything, Henchman pulled the blanket off of them, signalling them to get up.

Whumpee just obeyed, still in their drowsy state as they rubbed their sleepy eyes. Henchman brought them to the one corner in the house, where they could see Whumper's ceramic vase. Specifically a gift from his mother.

Henchman pushed Whumpee's forward, looking at them with a stern expression. "Break the vase."

He ordered and Whumpee could feel blood drained from their faces. They quickly shook their heads, not wanting to be punished by Whumper.

Henchman crossed his arms. "Do it, now."

Whumpee backed away, making Henchman got furious as he pushed them again roughly and took their hands from behind. He guided their fingers to grab the vase and Whumpee instantly let out incoherent mumbles with their desperate voice. 

Henchman squeezed their hands tightly. "Stop saying nonsense and break the vase!"

Whumpee shook their heads repeatedly, tears were streaming down their faces. When they finally grabbed the vase, Henchman pulled them to step back a little, positioning the vase to be directly above the floor. Henchman gripped their shoulders, not allowing them to move.

"Let it go."

He ordered. Whumpee was doing their best to hold the vase, to prevent it from falling. But they were sweating bullets, their palms felt slippery against the ceramic surface.

Please don't let me do this, please don't let me do this, please don't let me do this

They couldn't do it anymore. The vase finally slipping away from their hands and crashed to the floor in a thousand pieces. Whumpee's sobbing got louder. They were so afraid of what would happen if Whumper found out.

Henchman was just smirking down at them. He leaned in closer and reassured them in mock-sympathy.

"Aww, look at what you've done. Whumper would be sooo mad at you…!"

Henchman laughed loudly, leaving Whumpee alone as they stared at the remaining pieces of the vase.

~

Whumpee wrote down their apology letter to Whumper, telling him that Henchman was the one who forced them to break the vase. They hoped Whumper would understand and believe them. They just needed to greet Whumper first before Henchman did. They would make sure Henchman got what he deserved.

As they were busy with their letter, Henchman put down a glass of milk on the table. A look of betrayal was clear on Whumpee's face as they looked up at Henchman.

But Henchman just feigned innocence, pushing the milk towards them. "Drink it. You must be thirsty after all that crying." He chuckled.

Whumpee pondered for a moment. They did feel thirsty, and it's been such a long time since Whumper gave them sweet drinks. Whumpee wrapped their fingers around the glass and slowly lifting it up to drink the milk. Henchman left the room and Whumpee continued doing their work. 

They kept writing and writing until they suddenly yawned, feeling awfully sleepy. They tried rubbing their eyes but they just kept nodding off on their seats. 

Whumpee rested their heads on the table, closing their eyes to sleep for a few minutes.

~

Whumpee jolted awake as they heard a sound of the door being slammed. They saw Whumper on the doorway, eyes full with rage glaring down at them. Whumpee's eyes widened, scared of seeing Whumper like that when they saw Henchman stood behind him, smiling devilishly.

Oh no, he did not—

Whumpee panicked, searching for their apology letter when suddenly Whumper grabbed a fistful of their hair, rising them to stand on their feet. With gritted teeth, Whumper spat out. "Henchman told me everything."

Whumpee could hear the sound of their heart beating so loudly to the point it hurts. To the point everything was hurting so much they barely could function anymore.

They tried to speak, desperately trying even though it came out as whimpers and whines. Whumper sighed in frustration, dragging them by their hair as their body slid across the floor to the basement.

"I told you again and again, don't touch that vase!"

Whumper unlocked the basement door, throwing Whumpee in and walked slowly towards them who immediately scurried away to the wall. He narrowed his eyes at them before grabbing one of his tools. "Give me those naughty hands."

Whumpee's eyes widened and they immediately hid their hands behind their back. Their fingers trembling and they silently pleading that Whumper would have some mercy on them.

Whumper frowned, taking a step closer that made Whumpee flinched. "If you don't obey, I will cut off your legs too."

Whumpee got more scared and panicked hearing that. They held out their hands slowly and hesitantly to Whumper. Whumper sighed softly, rubbing their tears with his thumbs.

"This will teach you a lesson."

~

Part 2

@nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

[engiebabey]

Sending in another ask bc I love ur writing style!!

I yearn for a babysitter scout

Anything you wanna do for him is fine!

:3

doing some hcs! i divided it into three parts bc i think he acts differently with different age groups of littles

warnings: talks of crying/tantrums, one mention of death, one mention of fighting, use of "big brother"

(0-2) babyspace

literally the definition of "fake it till you make it", since scout's usually the youngest of whatever group he's in (whether that be the mercs or his family), he's never had to take care of a baby before

holds you pretty awkwardly but surprisingly safe because he's scared of dropping you

will try to talk to you and expect answers until he remembers you're a baby

"so, uh, what kinda games you wanna play?" "ah?" "oh, yeah, nevermind."

gives you random objects to teeth/drool on like clean socks and spoons from the kitchen

usually doesn't like to ask for help, but if you wear diaps, he will 100% go to spy or engie and hold you up like a wet little cat and ask "help how do i change this thing"

weirdly likes making bottles. thinks it's relaxing to fill it up and feed you

favorite thing is to make you laugh. he'll do the thingy wear he tears paper to make you squeal and giggle. hearing you laugh makes him laugh

literally the only time scout has any patience is when he's taking care of you

tries putting you down for a nap and ends up sleeping with you because he doesn't want to leave you

good at calming you down when you cry

"shh, kid, it's okay, big brother's right here"

(3-4) toddlers

he enjoys that you're able to talk with him because all he does is talk

will tell you jokes and you usually don't get the punchline because it's something tom jones or death related

eats your snacks with you. like straight up steals handfuls of cheerios and yogurt bites off your table, he thinks they're delicious

tries to sneak bonk! into your sippy cup and gets yelled at by the other mercs later when you won't take a nap

tries to pay attention to you but always gets distracted, loses you very easily. by the time scout turns around, you're halfway down the other side of the hallway

makes a very poor attempt to teach you baseball, but it usually just devolves into a clumsy game of catch instead

if you won't eat, he either does "here comes the airplane!" or pretends to eat your food to make you jealous

calls his mom when you won't behave, "hey ma, how did ya deal with me when i was a kid?"

thinks it's hilarious to tickle you, will bring out the tickle monster

has a hard time trying to deal with tantrums, usually tries the distraction method of presenting toys to you. if you're really sobbing, he'll wait it out because he doesn't want to upset you further

(5+) kiddos

he's weirdly a lot more chill the older you are in regression, he feels he needs to have rules and guidelines for the littles, but if you're more of a kid, then he is laidback

huge arts and crafts kinda guy, since he likes doodling himself, it's very easy for the two of you to spend an afternoon just scribbling and coloring

you will probably spend more time outside than inside, tbh. he'll bring out balls and chalk and bubbles, anything you want to keep you entertained

will come up with a secret handshake with you (that both of you will forget within the hour and make up a new one)

so many cartoons. he likes watching them anyways so it's a no-brainer for babysitting

if you play with dolls, scout will make them fight each other

loves loves loves games, from hide and seek to the floor is lava to even just counting, he will make everything into a competition

he'll let you win on purpose though because it makes him happy to see you happy

"i can't believe you beat me again, toots! you gotta give your big brother a chance next time, yeah?"

will let you give him a makeover! if you have makeup, he'll use it, but usually it's just acrylic paint or washable markers because no one else at the base owns makeup

lets you stay up way past your bedtime, especially when it's movie night

holds dance parties in the common area oh yeah !!! they typically end up in scout trying to dance battle

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[heavenlytouches]

Logan Howlett- NSFW! alphabet

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GN reader

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Wolverine NSFW! alphabet for my thirsty souls <3

(Logan Howlett- SFW alpbahet)

Logan Howlett

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Logan would either be very affectionate because he does not want you to feel used, and he wants to stay as near to you as possible

Or he would just wrap his arm around you and dive into sleep (poor man would be too weary to keep his eyes open)

No matter what, he would crush you with his warm and soft body

"You were great kiddo, great-"

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part are his muscles; cut off my arm if I'm wrong, but I'm sure THE MAN enjoys how strong he is

Logan absolutely loves how he can pick you up easily and give you everything you need at the moment

His favorite part of your body is your skin. It's far softer than his large callused working hands, your flesh feels soft in his hands, and he can mark every part of you as his

"Damn it... you're perfect"

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's be honest: he IS wild, regardless of what others say. He would love to paint you in white and watch his cum leak down your smooth, flawless skin

His go-to would be your soft tummy or chest, watching it slowly drip down your curves, his hazel eyes fixated on you

But if you're into something else, I'm sure he would give it a try

"So beautiful like ths, look at you baby.."

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Something tells me he would have a strong size kink- just looking at you below (or on top) of him, smaller and delicate would get him going

The way his big hands wrap around your smaller waist, pulling you closer, meeting his thrusts

He would also adore holding you in the air, pushing into you, watching your small frame above him, slowing down not to break you like a delicate piece of porcelain

"Shhh shh, you can take it dear."

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I mean, have you SEEN THIS MAN, he knows how to please

He would talk you through it, exploring with you what pleases you the most

Every small move and noise you make would not go unnoticed by him, making a mental note what you like the most

Logan would concentrate on your pleasure first

"Feels good, huh?"

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like he is a simple man, missionary would be his way to go

Like I said, Logan would focus on your pleasure first, he wants to hear you, see your face twisted in pleasure, feel you close

If he would feel like getting extra, Logan would raise your leg over his shoulder, going deeper and hitting every perfect spot at a new angle

"Shit baby, that's great.. let me hear you"

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Logan is either serious, sarcastic or grumpy (he would be serious)

Maybe would crack a joke or two if he saw you getting nervous

He would be more serious, praising you instead and complimenting every single thing you do, sex is a serious thing for him, intimate and loving- he would keep the atmosphere perfect

"I love you, fuck I love you."

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Let's just say, body hair doesn't matter to him, yours or his own

He takes care of himself but don't expect him to be fully clean-shaved down there

But if you prefered him clean shaved- no problem, like I said, it's no big deal for him

His happy trail stays tho ;)

"Like what you see, hm?"

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He loves to praise and be praised, soft touches all around

Logan is a man, A REAL MAN and he would treat you like one, careful not to break you

Not into candles and rose petals but he would relax you with his words, trailing his fingers down your body, every now and then dropping a compliment only you could hear

"Shit, that's perfect, just like that angel~"

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Logan masurbates but not for pleasure, he does it only for release

He doesn't really enjoys it, he prefers your small and soft hands on him, making his body tingle

If it's been a long day of teasing, unholy thoughts or else- he would do it quickly in shower and not make a big deal out of it

"Damn this teenage-boy shit"

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Besides size kink he would seems like a guy who would enjoy cockwarming

Just sit on his warm lap, your smaller thighs over his toned ones and let him enter you, filling you up so perfectly you have to gasp and take a moment to calm yourself down

His head would fall back, soft strands falling on his face, taking a deep breath

Logan would love to hold your small form on his body, drawing small shapes on your back and every now and then moving on purpose inside you just to see you squirm

"You are so warm sweetie, just stay a little longer please-"

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

Your/his place. No questions asked

Bathroom, against the wall, bed- anywhere but as long as it's inside

Logan loves you, he is your man and he doesn't want to share, he doesn't like doing it in public, he hates the posibility of people seeing you naked or you two getting caught

However, he would secretly love to do it against the wall, holding you in his warm arms, showing you how strong he actually is

"Come to bed kiddo, come"

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He is a touchy man, sit on his lap and stir a little- there he goes

If you bumped your bottom on his crotch, it would be the death of him, already imagining your soft flesh in his big hands

Just climb on him and he's done, slowly lowering you to kiss him, moving his hands all over your smaller frame

"What do you think you're doing, hm?"

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Logan doesn't like sharing

You are precious in his eyes and he has eyes for you and you only

He is really jealous so sharing you with somebody would make him sad/pissed off

He would feel like he's not good enough for you, probably blaming his mutant genes for it, thinking you see him as a freak

He also wouldn't hurt you in any possible way, acting like you will break in his hands- so knife play, blood play etc is a no no

"I'll take care of you, just hush baby"

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both, giving and receiving

Logan would love to please you, hungry for your juices, holding you on his face with his strong hands wrapped around your thighs

Your hand in his hair while he's pleasing you, tugging gently or playing with his locks- he's coming undone

When you offer to suck him off he would look at you wide eyed, his hazel eyes glowing, nodding softly with small moans and quiet string of praises

Hear me out, Logan is a man who intertwines hands while going down on you, holding you close

"A-ahh love, that's it, just there-"

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends, usually Logan is slow and sensual, burrying himself deep into you, enjoying how tight you are around him

Praising you in between puffs of air and groans, speeding up when he's close, dipping down to kiss you

If he really needs it, desires you or just needs a qucik release he would go rough and deep, shaking the whole bed under you

Hissing and gently biting your neck, throwing his head back as he finishes, his claws coming out from his knuckles, pushing into mattress

"S-shhh, I'll be gentle, I promise"

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He could do quickies, but he wouldn't like them as much

Logan needs time to please you, feel you under his fingers and hear your beautiful noises

He would rather wait to get some privacy and tme than just pulling you into a random spot and doing it

He loves hard and loves properly

"Just wait a bit dear, I promise I'll make it up to you"

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I said, he's not all crazy about getting caught pants down and all

Logan likes to play it safe with positions and locations, he may try some things just to please you or see how it works out

If he doesn't like it he will tell you, communication is the key

He just wants you to be comfortable around him (or under him)

"Are you okay? Sure? Just asking, love"

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I mean, he's a mutant- a super strong one

He can go for a long time, wrecking your world all around until you feel your legs shaking around him

He can also go multiple rounds, just praise him to keep going and he will give you everything he can

Even if tired, Logan has a way better stamina than an ordinary man

"Care for another one, hm?"

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Logan keeps it traditional, pleasuring you way better than any toy ever could

His long and thick fingers curving inside you, his hungry licks and his big member hitting all the perfect spots in your body making you scream in pleasure

He could try if you want to as long as you don't use it on him (he's a manly man, come on)

"Am I not enough, hm? Is that?"

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Logan.is.a.tease.

Coming behind you and tickling you, slapping your behind now and then. gently pushing your head down when you're around him...

He loves to tease you and see how you respond, bratty, shy, teasing back- he loves it

Logan always finds a way to tease you- touching you now and then or just simply walking around shirtless flexing his muscles

"Awww don't pout at me love, I can't help it."

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Logan is a vocal man, he either straight up moans and whimpers or he hisses and growls

His sounds get louder and louder when he's getting close to climax

In between moans and growls he praises the sh- out of you, how perfect you are, how beautiful, how good for him..

When he gets to climax, his muscles tensing, a small crack in his voice as he moans loudly and shoots his claws in pleasure, puncturing the bed under him

"A-ahh shit, w-what are you doing to me-"

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Logan is all crazy for soft touches during it

He loves to hold your hand or gently cup your cheeks, making you look at him, smiling at you

He would melt in an instant if you pushed your nails across his scalp, tangling in his soft locks

"Shhh I'm here, you're so so tight babe"

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I feel like he would be big, Larger than average for sure

Logan is a big and tall man, every meaning of those words

He's large and thick, perfect to stretch out your soft walls, making you cockdrunk in an instant

"Don't worry babe, we'll make it fit."

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's ready to do it whenever but he won't pressure you

Logan loves you and desires you, you are his everything

He is super respectable as always- a gentleman

"Now? I was just thinking the same~"

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits for you to fall asleep first, to make sure you're okay and safe

No matter how long it takes, Logan will stay awake keeping you safe and sound, warm at his side

"You are amazing dear, gosh, you're so good for me"

Phewww, this is a long one, but I really like Logan. This was filth; I hope you enjoyed it, hungry lovelies! I can create more Logan-related content; remember, requests are always welcome!

I love you guys so much

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[reidsmouthbabys48]

I don't wanna wait

Summary: spencer starts to get needy for you during a case and the team picks up on it, you get tired of it so when you get to the room you give him what he wants.

Warnings: sub!spencer, fem!dom!reader, mommy kink, innocence kink, unprotected s3x, oral (f reciving), spanking, overestimulation, honestly idk what else.

18+ minors do not interact (unless you do idgaf)

You are standing by the shitty coffee machine at the Atlanta Police station, this case has been rough on everyone and Spencer's getting needy, we haven't been able to play for a week because of work.

"Y/n?" Emily says startling you out of your thoughts, you turn around and grab the now full coffee mug then turn back to her raising your eyebrows "emily?" You say in the same tone.

"What's up with spencer? he's been snappy all day and he's following you around like a lost puppy" she says and you resist rolling your eyes because you know someone would notice, I'll just lie you think opening your mouth to say something but spencer interrupts "Hey guys" he says looking at you with a glint of desire flashing in his eyes.

"Spence I need to talk to you, now." You say seting your coffee down and dragging him into the family bathroom.

"What is it?" He says looking at your lips and you roll your eyes and roughly push him into the door, he whimpers.

"Look baby I know it's been a rough week and I know how desperate you are, but you can't be a little slut infront of our team," you start, you grab his chin and move your hand down to his throat, squeezing Slightly and he bites his bottom lip to suppress the whines and whimpers threatening to spill from his plump pink lips, you move your lips to his ear "I'll give you what you want when we get to the hotel but I'm gonna punish you for being a needy little slut infront of the team, ok baby boy?" You whisper, you move your lips down to his neck kissing it gently.

"Y-yes mommy" he whimpers as you let go of his throat and move away completely.

"Fix yourself baby we have a job we're supposed to be doing" you say fixing your hair and walking out of the bathroom and back to your coffee, Emily is still standing there but she's scrolling throuher phone.

"I'm back sorry I just wanted to know what's going on with him, turns out his mom's meds aren't working how they are supposed to and her schizophrenia is getting worse, it's messing with his head" You lie, it's not entirely a lie but it's a lie, you can't just say 'oh yea me and boy genius have been fucking and we haven't been able to for a week because of this case so he's sexually frustrated' well you could say that but told rather not be lectured by hotch and potentially lose your job.

"Oh that poor kid" she says as he walks out of the bathroom, I give him a once over and he looks good, his hairs a little messy and his cheeks are flushed but other than that you can't tell he was just hard as a rock because his girlfriend said she'd punish him.

"Sorry about your mom kiddo" Emily say walking to him and patting him on the shoulder. You hold back a chuckle when he shoots you a confused look.

Its been 10 hours of back to back false information and pointless searching and you are exhausted.

"Ok we have to pair up for tonight but everyone go get some sleep and we will continue in the morning." Hotch says rubbing his temples.

"I call jj" Emily says and everyone laughs "I call boy genius over here" I say, hotch nods and we all walk out of the station and head to the hotel.

"I don't know about tou Spence but I need a bottle of vodka and a really hot bath" you say rubbing your eyes as you put the key in the door. Once you get I. The room you throw your stuff on the extra bed and take your clothes of so you're only in your bra and underwear

"Theres liquor store across the street you want me to get you something?" He asks with a slight blush on his face, his eyes wander your body like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"No baby there's probably something in the mini fridge and I'll drink later, but right now..." You say walking towards him slowly and wrapping your arms around his neck "I'm going bend you over my lap and spank you for being such a needy slut today, does that sound good baby?" You ask and he nods, you grab his throat squeezing it, he moans and you feel it vibrate against your hand.

"Words pup, how long do you have to do this to remember simple rules?" You tsk and he whimpers.

"I-im Sorry mommy I'll use m-my words I promise" he moans gasping, you release your grip on his throat and he inhales quickly.

"Good boy" you say and you lead him to the middle of the room then you tell him to strip, he strips to nothing but his boxers and gets on his knees infront of you and you smirk, "such and eager little slut" you say and he nods.

You move to sit on the edge of the the bed, "crawl to me baby" you say and he does exactly that, his ass sways as he crawls to there you are, sitting inbetween your legs "God you are such a good boy" you say and he smiles at you.

"Now Stand up and bend over my lap" you say your voice laced with dominance, he whimpers and stands up, he lays himself over your lap and you feel his dick twitch against your thigh, you let out sympathetic laugh.

"Do you really want all of the people you work with know that you're a submissive little slut who can't last a day without being fucked?" You ask pulling his hair, he moans loudly.

"N-no mommy I dont" he whines as you let go of his hair. "Ten strikes and I want you to count them, ok?" You ask, "yes mommy" he says moving his body forward to get friction on his aching cock, your hand comes down on his ass, not light but not to hard.

"One" he moans out, and your hand comes down again, causing him to jolt forward his dick rubbing onto tour leg.

"Holy fuck, T-two" he moans and you smile slapping his ass in two quick movements.

"T-three, four" he says his eyes brimming with tears. Your hand comes down on his ass again and he chokes out a strangled moan.

"Fuck, Five" he whines, you squeeze his ass gently and he hisses at the pain, you slap it again.

"S-six" he cries his dick rubbing onto you leg with every slap, the pleasure is to much, he's already so. Lose and you can tell.

Two more slaps. "Seven, e-eight" Spencer sobs and you stop.

"You ok baby, we can stop if it's to much-"

"No, dont stop" he practically yells and you smile. You slap his ass two more times and he moans out brokenly

"N-nine, Ten" he says and you pull his boxers down revealing his red ass, he's so pretty, all of him. "Good boy baby, you can come if you want" you say softly, carding your hands through his hair. He sits up abruptly and moves Back to where he was before his punishment.

"No, I wanna make you cum, mommy please can i-" he starts but he stops himself and looks down, his face is eye level with your underwear, he looks back up at you with pleading eyes.

"Please what baby?" You ask, you know what he wants, but he knows he has to tell you what he wants.

"S-sit on my face, please I wanna taste you, I wanna make you feel good mommy please let me make you feel good" he rambles still looking at you, his eyes are glazed over with unshed tears, he's so beautiful.

"Ok have at it baby" you say, the licks you over the material of your underwear, you moan and grab his hair, tugging on it, pulling his head away from your pussy, he moans and looks up at you.

"Lay on the bed with your head on the pillow" you tell him, releasing your grip on his hair, as soon as you do he stands up and climbs onto the bed, so obedient.

You take off your bra and underwear and walk to the side of the bed, moving to straddle his face, he doesn't give you a change to sit, he grabs your thighs and pushes you onto his face, he licks up and down your slit, moving to your cunt, he sucks on it and a loud moan escapes your lips.

He continues to lick your pussyand he lifts his fingers to your mouth, you instantly open it and he moans at the feeling of your warm mouth on his fingers, the vibrations of his constant moans against your clit has your eyes rolling into the back of your head you open your mouth and spencer removes his fingers and slowly pushes one inside of you, you moan at the intrusion and he moans also.

You feel the warm familiar bubble in your stomach "Spencer, I'm c-close" you moan and he adds the other finger moving both his tounge and his fingers at a faster pace pushing you into your orgasm. He reaches his at the same time moaning and whimpering against you.

He licks up your cum moving his tounge around you and you moan "I need you in me. Now." You say and he moans against your clit again, you move away from his face and he whimpers, you take a second to admire him, his face is flushed, his lips and chin are soaked with your juices, his dick hardening quickly. You grab it and slowly slide yourself onto him you both moan in unison, it doesn't take much for you both to reach your second orgasm.

You lay next to him panting, "that was amazing" he said and you nod leaning over to kiss him.

"You wanna take a bath with me?" You ask and he nods.

[vulpixisananimal]

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(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion|  [Loop] [(Saffron)]

(Today, You woke up squished between Ramos and Isabeau, and it was perhaps the safest you’ve felt in months.)

(Ramos’ arms were around your abdomen, and Isa reached all the way over you and Ramos’ bodies, keeping you all close. Your face was resting between Ramos’ head and Isabeaus chest. Your arms were around him. . . Stars. . .)

(You love them both so, so much.)

(The bed wasn’t the biggest in the world, but neither were you, so the three of you made it work. You feel Isabeau rousing from sleep first. You let out a soft laugh.) “G’morning, sleepyhead. . .”

“Sssiiifffff. . .” (He pulls you closer and leans kisses your head.) “Ssiffyyy. . .”

“Nooooo.” (The anguished groan came from Ramos as you were pulled away, they shuffled closer and held you tighter with both arms.) “Waaarrmmmm. . .”

“Mmmmsooo waaarmmm. . .” (Isabeau buried his head in your hair and nuzzled it.)

“Noooooo I’m being burriiiieeeeeddd. . .”

“Lost foreeeeeverrrrrr.” (Isabeau cries dramatically.)

“Buried away. . . My most precious treasure. . .” (Ramos giggles and kisses your neck.)

“W-whuh-” (You’re- o-ohstars you feel hot-)

“My cutest little wish. . .” (Isabeau kisses your head.)

“G-guys-” (You lost your words as Ramos kissed your neck again. Isa kissed your head. Ramos kissed your shoulder, Isa your forehead, your cheek, your chin-)

(You’re being buried in kisses!! Help!!!! HELP!!!!!!)

{No. Punishment.}

(HELP!!!!)

[Oh no Stardust! Surrounded by two rock types? At this rate you’ll be K.Oed in no time!!]

<A truly poor showing, Mx.lvl.99.>

(You felt so so dizzy, Isa was kissing you on the lips, Ramos was by your ear, ss-stars-)

(Isa pulled away, hand to your cheek.) “Too much?”

“Mnhfghnfdms.” (You felt so dizzy.) “sssoososo much. . .”

“S-sorry Siffrin.” (Ramos relents too.) “Not a good idea?”

“N-nonoI liked it just- b-breath, breather-” (You breathe, in and out, your heart, o-oh. .)

[(But isn’t this what you wanted?)]

(I-)

[(You wanted to be vulnerable, and congratulations! You got it~ You get to be the doll, the plaything, the actor for these two now! That is until they throw us away. And then where will you be!)]

(N-no they, won’t do that! I, I love them! So, s-so why would they-)

[(Oh! I see! Just like how you wanted to remember! Or how you wanted to keep living! Lying yourself to make yourself feel better! That’s alright, Host, I understand! Because you’re-)]

(You’re snapped out of your moment by Ramos BITING YOUR EAR?!? 

(You jump up into a sitting position, mouth over your face, turning to them.) “R-RAMOS?!?!”

“S-sorry!!” (They covered their face with the blanket.) “I-I, uh, sorry. S-still, trying to, get a hold on that mind craft stuff and I might have maybe a little bit overheard a little that something bad might be happening in there so-”

“O-oh! Uh. . .” (You scratch your arm.) “I. . . Thanks, uh. . .”

“A-are you sure? I’m, not really supposed to-”

(Isabeau reaches out and flicks Ramos forehead, then sits up as well.) “You meant good, Ramos, it’s alright!”

“O-okay--” (They sit up, too.) “. . . I, think we should get up.”

“O-oh yeah.”

“Too true! Breakfast awaits!!”

>>>

“Sleep better tonight, kiddo?” (Ramos asked Bonnie as you were stuffing your face.) 

“Eh.” (Bonnie replied between sips of a warm soup.) “Nightmare again, no moth, but it still felt better.”

“Well that’s not nothing!” (Mirabelle responded confidently.) “How does that work again, Rams?”

“You need a dreamlight in your room I think.” (They replied before slapping their head.) “Stars I should have put mine up in your room, sorry.”

“It’s ok.” (Bonnie took another sip.) I cn’ handle it.”

“No the crab you can’t.” (Nille interrupted, appearing from the kitchen.) “Rams, you can have more than one dreamlight, right?”

“Yeah? Oh! I could probably find one somewhere for Bonnie.”

“Perfect.” (Nille sat down.) “That god’s quickly becoming a favorite, sorry Change.”

“Oh no need to apologise to them.” [You interrupt sarcastically.] “They’re insane, quite insane.”

“H-hey!” (Mirabelle replied. Really, Loop?)

“Sorry Mirabelle, I’m speaking the truth~” [Oh come on, Stardust.] “Ah and sorry, I couldn’t help jumping in~ Because do you know just how the Change God reacted to Stardust's little never changing time loop?”

“O-ohheyLoop-” [Ramos looked surprised.] “Yeah uh, you guys were gonna tell me sometime right?”

“Now’s the time!” [You giggled.] “To abridge the story to avoid spoilers for Mirabelle; Changey oh so cheekily teased Siffrin about it, and was fine with it! A never ending two day loop! Fine!”

“. . . . Huh!” [Ramos leans back.] “I can believe it.”

“Yeah that doesn’t seem too far fetched actually.” [Mirabelle puts a finger to her chin.] “Besides! Siffrin did change a lot in that time. And hi Loop!”

“Eugh. Stars, was I the only one who thought that was unexpected?”

[No-one challenges you on that.]

“I hate you all so much.”

“O-oh! Right! Loop.” [Ramos swallows their bite of food, then pauses before continuing.] “U-uh, I, needed to, ask you something.”

“Oh really?” [You squint at them, hand to your mouth.] “What would you need answered by me?”

“A-actually uh, Siffrin asked me something but, I, want to check you first. A-and others.” 

[Oh?] “Go on?”

“W-well.” [They clear their throat.] “They, wanted me to teach them, some, mind craft. J-just in case Perci, y’know. . .”

[You stare at Ramos, then go back to your own food and angrily take a bite out of it, swallow.] “I’ll think about it.”

“T-thanksIjustwantedtocheckbecauseIdindn’twanttocrossa-” 

[Ramos was interrupted by a loud clanging of the bells in the distance. Ramos perked up.] “. . What time is it?!?”

“Uhm, quarter to eleven?

“. . . . CRAB!” [They jumped from their seat.] “The bells get rung off the hour if there’s some sadness atack!”

“O-OH!” [Isabeau jumps up too.] “Let’s go help em’ out then!!”

“Wonderful idea~” [You and Mirabelle get up, but Isa puts a hand on your shoulder.]

“You’re still recovering, Loop.” [He smiles at you.] “Please stay here?”

“I-” (Heeeee has a point.) “. . . Ugh, fine.”

“I’ll kick some butt for you, Lulu.” [Isa leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips]

[You immediately covered your face with your cloak and sat down. S-stars. . .]

>>>

(Ramos)

(Just in time!!)

(You didn’t pause for even a second, you rushed out of the city gate, and your tonfa rushed into the face of a sadness.)

“FINALLY!!” (Thai hopped back next to you, he was wielding a massive claymore.) “Where the crab WHERE you!!!”

“Running, mostly!!” (You reply cheekily.) “What were you doing! Except getting your ass beat-”

“DUCK! IDIOTS!!!” (Your instincts react faster than your head, you duck, as does Thai. A beam of craft energy passes overhead, piercing multiple sadness at once.)

(You look up, Ark was a few feet away, bow in hand, rock sign out. You wave.) “Cool craft!”

“SORRY WE’RE SLOW!!” (Isabeau and Mirabelle join the rest of you, you turn back to the waves of incoming sadness, back to it!!)

(Stars there was a lot.)

(You clobber another sadness, dance back, move around. Hit another, get going. Just focus on one fight at a time, you’ll beat em!)

(Why the hell was there so many sadness anyway? Oh what was that explanation again. . ?)

(An overabundance of sadness when the King froze the place, once the King disappeared, so did the sadness. That left a gap in the ecosystem for a few months with little to no sadness, then the sadness population booms for a little bit to fill the gap, then evens out eventually.)

(Stars above, that time of no sadness was nice while it lasted!)

(An arrow whistles by your head, a shield softens the blow from another. You tackle a sadness going for Thai, help take one down with Isa.)

(. . . You were starting to feel less useless.)

(Your muscles burned with each strike. Your bones shook with the impact of your feet in the grass. Your mind darted from threat to threat, trying to keep up. Dancing back, forward, defence, offence.)

(Ugh, Stars.)

(You feel a hand on your shoulder, Ark had put her bow aside and got her sword and shield out.) “Feel alright?”

“Yeah, just hungry.” (Eyeroll.) “We didn’t even finish breakfast!”

“Same here.” (Ark huffed, before jogging in and slashing at a sadness.) “I didn’t realize you were Eris kid! Sorry uh-”

“It’s cool!” (You circle around, striking the sadness from the back.) “I changed, probably didn’t recognize me!”

“Yeah, you look good by the way!” (Block, stab.) “Love the weapon choice, too!”

“Aww thanks!” (With a kick the sadness fell.) “I’m dual rock/scissors, so it’s perfect for me!”

“Oh sick!!” (Arks eyes lit up.) “Good defensively around the arms, and good for fast strikes!”

“Exactly!!” (You smiled, and moved to attack another sadness.) “They’re an ass to learn though!”

“I bet!” (Ark moved in with a big sword sweep.) “But I can’t say crab about stuff like that!”

“What does that mean?!” (Dodge, dodge, dodge.)

“It means-” (With a motion Ark threw her shield aside and grabbed the sword with both hands, and swung, slicing the sadness clean in half.) “I, -huff-, got training in a crab-ton of weapons.”

“Really?!?” (You pick her shield up and toss it to her.) 

“Yeah!” (She puts the shield back on.) “Lotta people like to read a book to relax. Me? I like learning a new fighting style!”

“Nice!” (You twirl a tonfa.) “That friend of mine, Siffrin, they wanna use more weapons. Maybe you could teach em?”

“Sure! Come by the big ass tower near the gate sometime, I usually stay there. Now, shall we?”

“Please.” (And off to the next sadness.)

(This banter continued, exchanging jokes, comments, advice with each other, as well as the rest of the group here! You were getting so in the zone, you barely focused on fighting the waves of sadness. Then you’d get slapped and snap back to reality.)

(But it was taking a while.) 

“Uuuhrg my fists are starting to cramp.” (Isa complains, shaking a hand out.)

“I got PLACES TO BE can these sadness just freakin’ GO!?!” (Thai spat on the ground.)

“Just a bit longer!” (Mirabelle reassured.) “It’s starting to thin out! I-I think, but we just-”

(And a row of sadness’ heads exploded.)

(Someone behind you snaps their fingers.)

(It was a blinding flash of white light, mixed with that same shade as before. But as soon as the light was there, it was gone. Who- you turn around.)

(Merlon was standing a few feet behind you. You locked eyes.)

(She snapped her fingers again, you saw a spark of light, and another row of sadness exploded.)

“Blinding crabs!” (You duck down, looking back at the fireworks, then back to Merlon. It looked like the others were having similar reactions.) “What the VOID?!?”

“O-oh Change. . .” (Mirabelle looked shocked.)

“Ooooooh crab okay.” (Isabeau was too pumped with adrenaline.)

“Woah.” (Ark, well, you knew the face of someone who wanted to try that later.)

“YEAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” (And Thai was, Thai.)

(Merlon snapped their fingers one last time, and the last sadness’ exploded into light.)

“. . . . . . . . . . . . .”

“. . . . My apologies.” (Merlon bowed shallowly.) “I had some emotions to get out of my system.”

“. . . . . No kidding!” (You chuckle nervously.) “U-uh, that, was, uh. . .”

“HOW’D YOU-” (Thai starts.)

“No.” (Merlon cuts him off.)

“BUT-”

“You’ll die.” (They wave him away.) “Don’t you have a Tea-vern to run?”

“CRAB! RIGHT!” (And Thai was off in an instant.)

(You stood up straight, Isabeau and Mirabelle walking next to you. . . Could. . . Could Merlon always do that?!? Ark looked between you all and Merlon. She must have caught the tension) “. . . . . I’ll let you catch up.”

(Once she was out of earshot, you had to ask.)  “. . . Why didn’t you do that when fighting us before?”

“Doing so would have left Perci frozen in time.” (They turn to leave.) “Either due to Lady Mirabelles death, or refusal to cooperate.”

“Hey wait!” (Isabeau steps forward.) “Weren’t you recovering because of that thing you did?!? Why are you here all of a sudden doing that?!?”

“. . . I spent a few more days than necessary to recover.” (She glances back.) “And I was discharged a few days ago.”

(Oh.)

(. . . . That piece of stinking crab meat Perci!!!) “He was at the medhouse the other day though?!?”

“To ask about craft exhaustion remedies.” (She waved a hand, then continued to walk away.) “Take care of yourselves, hopefully when we next meet you’ll happily help us with our research.”

(You watch her leave. As they walk to the gate, you see another familiar figure. The twin swords, the messy hair, the vest. He leans down and kisses her hand, and they walk back to the city together.)

(. . . If it wasn’t for literally everything else, you’d call them a cute couple.)

[bwoahtastic]

plss winter and christmas vibes my fave + a fight!

nico has been talking to toto about being more available for the kids. toto work so much and nico knows is to provide for the family, but it’s getting ridiculous! the kids all miss him: little maxy refusing to go to sleep without a good night kiss from papa but eventually falls asleep bc toto gets home too late most days, mousy drawing new pictures for papa everyday that he never gets to show him and poor little sebby. seb is a little older so he understands whats going on and at first is a little hopeful but then gets really angry with toto. nico is trying to hold everyone together, always staying with maxy until he falls asleep and praising mousy’s drawings, but seb is really sad and angry, so nico can only hold him when he needs it.

the year is coming to an end and the children have their christmas plays! pls mousy has the biggest role in his class and maxy is also with him with a littler role but just as exited! they are a little bummed that papa couldn’t make it in time, but toto promised to take them ice skating so they don’t complain much. but when sebby’s class is having their play and toto is a no show seb’s face drops. he cries so much on the way home, tucked between his brothers and nico spends a couple of hours trying to get him to eat some of his favourite food that he made to cheer him up! pls the pup is inconsolable.

nico decides that this has to end and talks sternly to toto that night. he cries a little when he explains how sebby felt and kinda gives toto an ultimatum. he has been saying to him to cut more hours and this can’t continue. toto being so angry at himself and decides to be more present. he can cut some hours! so he organises going ti the christmas market, the five of them, as a family.

the pups are so exited!!!! pls maxy wants to go in the moment and mousy jumping up and down. sebby is a little more cautious but after a talk with papa when he apologised profusely he gets exited too! nico is so relived, he likes having his mate with him!

but oh the day of the market comes and toto hasn’t showed up yet. they wait a little but after nico receives a message saying he has to stay in the office for a few more hours and that he’ll meet them there, momma decides to go anyways. hauling three pups alone is difficult but nico gets maxy on his sling and tells nicky to not drop his hand. pls sebby is so sad and a little shyly asks to hold momma’s other hand :(

the market is fun! they kinda forget about toto, but he shows up and is so anxious and apologetic. the little ones want papa’s upies so it’s quickly forgotten but sebby refuses to even look at toto. nico is torn but stays with sebby so that toto can have time with the babies

pls that night nico and toto fight really hard and toto ends up sleeping in the sofa. sebby crawls in momma’s bed and sobs in nico’s chest. pls toto would feel so bad he has to make it up to them somehow!

Oh pls! Maybe it's by the time Nico retired from the police and is doing yoga classes, but mostly taking care of the kiddos too as Toto maybe got a promottion in the meantime abd is working so hard. For a while it's fine and Toto keeps saying things will calm down after a while, but it keeps taking longer and longer and the kids all have their complicated parts and it hurts them a lot when Toto seemingly is lulling away. And Nico still has his own issues too but is holding on to dear life for the pups sake because he cannot disappear now, there is no one to help them then...

I think Kimi steps in to help a lot? He can see his friend is struggling and needs help with the pups and he doesn't mind helping at all.

Maxy whining every night toto comes home too late cos he wants a goodnight kiss, he needs to know everyone is safe and home before he can sleep! Nico spends a long time rocking him every night until the pup falls asleep finally! And little nicky making drawings for papa and Nico makes sure to praise them but mousy gets a little sad still... but also says it's okay cos he has momma and kitty brothers! Please little mousy would never want to complain cos his life is so so good now, but nico tries to teach him he can still be upset if he wants to be.

Seb being so upset! He is the biggest papa's boy and he is struggling a lot, feels betrayed and is so so sad! He clings to momma and cries a lot and Nicos heart breaks for him cos he was as much of a papa's boy as sebby is ad he knows its harder cos seb is old enough to really feel the tension at home now.

Maybe the fight is before the Christmas market? Toto arranged it all and asked the boys if they all wanted to go together and everyone is so excited and Nico is relieved toto is trying. But the night before, Toto tells Nico he needs to go on a business trip, overnight even, and Nico blows up at him. He promised the kids, promised Nico, and now his job is more important? No, that's not gonna work for nico!

Nico making Toto sleep on the sofa and poor Sebby comes to momma hiccuping and crying cos he overheard the fight and he knows papa isn't coming to the market... nico holding his cub so tight trying to soothe him...

The morning after the fight, Toto is gone already and Nico gets the 3 littles ready cos he'll be damned if these kids don't see the market just cos Toto can't keep promises! Maxy barely slept again so Nico has him in the sling because kitty is so so tired! And Nicky is holding his hand and normally Seb is independent but he asks to hold momma's hand now too and is just a little sad and quiet...

They have fun at the fair for a bit but it's a little stressful for nico keeping them all together. So they get some food and Sebby and mousy carry some too as Nico tries to find a picnic table to sit and it panicking a little as nothing is free and the pups are tired. Then someone raspily says "need some help?" And they turn to find Toto at one of the tables, with some more food and hot chocolate for everyone! He looks so apologetic and mousy zooms over immediately to hug papa! Seb going behind nico a little and being anxious but Toto crouches down in front of him and apologises wholeheartedly! And then also straightens and kisses Nico's forehead and tells him he is very sorry...

Pls them all sitting at the table and Seb sits on Toto's lap for a bit with Toto hugging him so tight and Mousy is just clinging to papa's arm and squeaking happily!

Maxy then waking too in his sling and Nico gently gets him out so Maxy can eat something too from the safety of momma's lap and Toto looks so guilty realising how badly the kitten is sleeping because he was home late so much...

[morgana-larkin]

Hello, I was reading “you got a friend in me” and I was wondering if you can make a part two. I’d love to see more of Mel and Alison…

Hi anon! Ask and receive! I’m so glad you liked it enough to want a part 2! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I finished prettying up my masterlist so feel free to check it out!

Part 1 Part 3

You Got A Friend In Me - Part 2

Warnings: Lots of fluff of Mel with a kid

Words: 4.1k

“Ok little eagles, I’ll give you the rest of the class to work on whatever you want.” Melissa says and then goes to sit down at her desk while the students either pick out a book, homework or something random to do for half an hour. Alison suddenly gets up and walks over to Melissa.

“Ms. Schemmenti.” She says and Melissa looks up and smiles at her.

“What’s up kiddo?” She says to her.

“I don’t feel good.” Alison tells her and Melissa immediately feels her forehead.

“Hmm, you do seem a bit hot.” Melissa says. “Ok class, stay here and just keep doing what you’re doing.” Melissa tells them all. She returns back with Jacob a minute later. “I just need you to watch them while I bring Alison to the nurse.” She tells him and he nods. “Ok kiddo, let’s go.” Melissa tells Alison and then goes to bring her to the nurse.

At the nurses office, the nurse checks her temperature and checks boxes for any other symptoms she has.

“Well it seems like the start of the flu.” The nurse tells Melissa and Melissa sighs. “Here’s some children’s medicine that you can give her every 4 hours.”

“Ok thank you.” Melissa tells her and takes the medicine, and the nurse goes back to her desk.

“What are we going to do? My mom is at work.” Alison tells Melissa and Melissa runs a hand through her hair and thinks about it.

“I think you’ll have to stay in my classroom hon.” She tells her and then helps her down from the table. “You can stay on the bean bags though. And I’ll tell your art and gym teacher that you’re staying with me for the rest of the day ok?” Melissa tells her and she nods before Melissa holds her hand and walks back to the classroom. “I’ll also text your mom to let her know what’s going on.” Melissa says as they reach the classroom. “Alright Jacob we’re back, you can leave now.” She tells him and he turns around and looks at them.

“Everything all good though?” He asks.

“She has the flu actually.” She says and Alison leans on Melissa a little bit.

“Aw poor kid.” He says.

“Can you actually let the gym and art teacher know that she’ll be staying with me today due to the flu?” She asks him and he nods.

“I’ll go do that right now.” He says and then leaves.

“Ok kiddo, you can go to the carpet or a bean bag chair.” Melissa says and Alison slowly walks to the back of the classroom. Melissa then texts you to let you know that your daughter has the flu and that Alison is staying in her classroom. Melissa gets Alison to stay in the classroom while she brings her students to gym class and comes back 5 minutes later. “Do you need anything hon?” She asks Alison as she walks up to her.

“I don’t feel good.” Alison says with a pout and Melissa joins her on the bean bag and wraps an arm around her. Alison leans into her and snuggles on her. Alison falls asleep a few minutes later and that’s when Melissa gets a call. She looks at her phone and sees you’re calling her. She picks it up and speaks quietly, trying not to wake your sleeping daughter.

“Hey, I just saw your text, is Alison ok?” You ask and you sound like you’re walking somewhere.

“Ya, she’s fine. The nurse says she has the flu, I’m keeping her in my classroom and she’s asleep on me right now.” Melissa tells you and you smile softly.

“You’re so good with her.” You say and Melissa can tell you’re smiling even though she can’t see you.

“She’s an amazing kid.” Melissa says and starts stroking Alison’s hair. Alison wakes up a couple minutes later and you’re still talking with Melissa.

“Is that my mom you’re talking with?” Alison says and Melissa nods.

“Wanna say hi?” Melissa asks her and she nods. Melissa hands her phone to Alison.

“Hi mom.” Alison says groggily, from sleep and from getting a sore throat.

“Hi sweetheart, heard you’re not feeling good.” You tell her.

“No, I don’t like it.” She tells you and you smile.

“Ya, being sick does that.” You say. “I’ll take tomorrow off so you can stay home but I need you to power through today, ok?” You ask her.

“Ok, I think I can make it through today. Especially since Melissa is taking care of me.” Alison says.

“I heard.” You tell her with a soft smile. “Can you put me on speaker sweetheart.” You tell her and she immediately does that.

“You’re on speaker mom.” She tells you.

“Ok Melissa, I’ve told my boss that I’m taking tomorrow off but I can’t take the rest of today off as I have an important meeting that I can’t miss in an hour.” You tell her.

“That’s ok, I’ll just continue taking care of her here until you can pick her up.”

“I might be late picking her up as well.” You tell her.

“I can bring Alison home with me if that’s ok with you. Might be better for her to be there instead of at school.” Melissa suggests.

“If that’s alright with Alison.” You say.

“That’s ok with me mom.” Alison tells you.

“Ok listen to Melissa sweetheart… alright I’ll be right there Greg… I got to go but I’ll see you both later. Love you both, bye.” You tell them.

“Bye mom.”

“Bye hon.” Melissa says before the call is disconnected.

“Why didn’t you tell my mom you love her back?” Alison asks Melissa.

“Because she was in a hurry. I don’t think your mom realised what she said as well, we actually haven’t told each other yet.” Melissa explains.

“But mom just told you. Do you love my mom?” Alison asks her.

“I do, very much.” Melissa tells her with a smile.

An hour and a half later, the bell rings for lunch and Melissa wakes Alison up while everyone else gets in line.

“Hey hon, it’s lunch time and probably a good idea for you to eat something.” Melissa says to her and Alison shakes her head.

“Don’t want to be in the cafeteria with everyone.” Alison says.

“Ok how about I bring you to the teachers lounge and I’ll split my leftover lasagna with you.” Melissa says and Alison smiles.

“Your lasagna is my favourite.” Alison says before getting off the bean bag and going to the very end of the line.

Melissa drops her students off and then heads to the teachers lounge while holding Alison’s hand.

“One sec, I’ll just bring a chair over.” Melissa says and lets go of her hand and brings an extra chair to the table that she sits at with Barb. Alison gets on the chair while Melissa heats up the leftover lasagna. She puts it in the microwave when everyone comes in to the lounge.

“Alison, sweetie, what are you doing here?” Barb says when she sees her.

“I don’t feel good.” Alison says before placing her head on the table.

“She has the flu, so I’m taking care of her for the day as Y/n can’t take the rest of the day off.” Melissa explains to Barb and then walks over to Alison as the lasagna is heating up. She moves a few loose hair strands out of Alison’s face before she bends down to be face to face with Alison. “How are you feeling, hon?” Melissa asks her softly.

“Still the same.” Alison responds with.

“The same huh. Well maybe you’ll feel better after getting some food in your stomach.” She says and if on cue, the microwave beeps. Melissa gets up and takes the lasagna out before putting half on a plate. She gets a fork for Alison before placing it in front of her. She then goes to take a seat in her chair and starts eating. Alison slowly lifts her head up and starts eating. Alison takes a few bites before she puts the fork down. “You should eat some more, to keep your strength up.”

“Not hungry.” Alison says to her.

“How about a few more bites and then you can be done?” Melissa says, wanting her to eat more.

“Not hungry.” Is all Alison says and crosses her arms.

“If you don’t eat now then you’ll be hungry later.” Melissa says.

“But right now is not later. Right now I’m not hungry.” Alison says a bit grumpily. Before Melissa can say anything else, her phone rings and she sees it’s you calling her.

“Hey Y/n.”

“Hey Melissa, I only have a couple of minutes before I have to go back to the meeting but I wanted to let you know that my boss wants me to stay for an hour longer since I won’t be here tomorrow. Are you ok with looking after Alison for that long? I can always get a babysitter if it’s not ok.” You ask her.

“Ya of course I can look after her for that long. Although at the moment your little grumpy bear is on a food strike.” Melissa tells you and you chuckle.

“Ya her appetite decreases a lot when she’s sick. I’ll feed her later tonight if she’s not hungry right now.” You say to her. “I have to go back but I’ll see you later today. Bye.” You tell her.

“Bye Y/n.” She tells you before the call ends. “Ok your mom confirmed that you have a small appetite when sick so how about one more bite and then I won’t bug you about it again?” Melissa compromises with her.

“Just one more?” Alison asks and Melissa nods. “Fine.” She says and then takes another bite.

“There we go, good job kiddo.” Melissa says. “By the way your mom called to say that she is being asked to stay for an extra hour since she’s taking tomorrow off. So you’ll stay at my house for an hour.” Melissa tells her and Alison nods.

“I like your house, I feel comfortable there.” Alison says and Melissa smiles. “Although the plastic is a bit uncomfortable to sit on.” She adds.

“Well how about you help me take it off when you come to my place?” Melissa says and Alison nods.

“Ok.” Alison agrees and then looks at her hands. “Melissa?”

“Ya hon?”

“Can I sit on your lap?” Alison says, a little embarrassed.

“Of course, come here.” Melissa immediately replies with. Alison gets up and walks the couple steps over to Melissa. Melissa then picks her up and places her on her lap. Alison leans on her and nuzzles her head in Melissa’s neck. Melissa then continues eating and talking with Barb, even with Alison on her lap. Alison drifts off to sleep while listening to Melissa’s heartbeat and voice and that’s when Melissa stops talking and starts stroking her head. “Everyone quiet down, she’s asleep.” Melissa tells the trio and they all stop talking and look in Melissa’s direction.

“Aww.” Janine and Jacob say in unison.

“She looks comfy on your lap.” Jacob says to her.

“Ya she does.” Melissa says and smiles softly.

“You seem happy with her on your lap.” Barb tells her and Melissa looks at her.

“Well you know that I wanted a child with Joe but it never happened.” Melissa tells her and Barb nods.

“Maybe Alison can be the child that you never got to have.” Barb tells her and a tear rolls down Melissa’s cheek.

“I would like that, I love this kid and I’m in love with her mom.” Melissa tells Barb and the trio is listening with smiles on their faces. “Barb, I’m scared I could lose them both. Like what if things don’t work out between me and Y/n?” Melissa asks Barb and Barb gives her a sympathetic look.

“Melissa, I think you have some things you need to discuss with Y/n.” Barb tells her and Melissa nods.

“I know.” Melissa says and then the teachers realise they have to pick their kids up. “Alison, hon, it’s time to wake up.” Melissa says and softly nudges Alison. Alison’s eyes flutter open and look around confused. “Lunch is just about over. I gotta pick up your classmates and go back to class.”

Just then Alison sneezes and Barb hands Melissa a Kleenex.

“Melissa, if you want, I can bring your class back. To at least give you time to get Alison set up.” Janine says.

“I would like that, thanks kid.” Melissa says and everyone leaves.

“Alright, kiddo. Let’s head to the classroom, give you some more medicine and back on the bean bag. How does that sound?” Melissa says to Alison, and Alison nods before getting off of Melissa’s lap.

Alison holds Melissa’s hand as they walk back to the classroom.

“Ok, now open up.” Melissa says. She wants to give Alison the medicine that the nurse gave her this morning as it’s been 4 hours.

“No, that's the yucky one!” Alison says and keeps her mouth shut.

“Alison, you have to take it or else you won’t get better as fast.” Melissa tells her, still holding the spoon with medicine close to her mouth.

“No.”

“Come on please, do it for your mom?” Melissa pleads, Alison still refuses and Melissa hears her class coming down the hall. “Do it for me?” She tries and this time Alison takes the spoonful of medicine.

“Gross.” Alison says after swallowing.

Janine drops off Melissa’s kids right after that and she gets to teaching while Alison goes back to mindlessly drawing or sleeping for the rest of the day.

After all of Melissa’s students get picked up, Melissa go gets Alison and then brings her to her car to bring her to her house.

“Melissa?” Alison calls her when they’re almost home.

“Ya hon?”

“I’m a bit hungry.” Alison says and Melissa smiles softly.

“Alright, I’ll heat up the leftovers from lunch for you.” Melissa says as she pulls up in her driveway.

“I’m cold.” Alison says and Melissa sees her shiver a bit. Melissa thinks her body must be fighting the flu, despite the fact that it’s the start of December.

“Alright, well let’s get you inside and warm up.” Melissa says as she gets out of the car. They both get out and head inside quickly.

As promised, Melissa takes the plastic off the couch before setting Alison up on the couch with a warm blanket. She heats up the leftovers that Alison didn’t touch at lunch and brings it out for her.

“Here you go, the lasagna.” Melissa says as she hands it to her.

“Thank you.” Alison says.

“You’re starting to sound congested, hon.” Melissa tells her.

“My head feels fuzzy.”

“Ya, being sick is not fun.” Melissa says and feels her forehead and it still feels hot. “How about I put on some Scooby Doo?” She suggests and Alison nods. Melissa puts it on for her and then goes to make some supper for you and herself. When it’s in the oven, she goes to join Alison on the couch and Alison immediately clings to her.

15 minutes later the oven timer goes off and Melissa goes to get the rest of the Italian wedding soup ready. When it’s done, she puts yours in the microwave for when you get here, puts some in a bowl for herself and the rest in a big container. She goes to sit back down on the couch to eat and Alison ends up falling asleep on her.

About 20 minutes later there’s a knock at the door, Melissa gently gets Alison off of her and puts her head on a pillow, adjusts the blanket and goes to the door. She opens it to reveal you there with a smile and a couple of things in a bag.

“Hey Melissa!” You say. “How is she?” Melissa steps aside to let you in.

“She’s good, she fell asleep on the couch watching Scooby Doo.”

“Where’s the plastic?” You immediately question as you see Alison on the couch with no plastic.

“I took it off when we got here. Alison said it wasn’t comfortable so I took it off.” Melissa explains and then shrugs her shoulders.

“You’re so sweet with her.” You tell her and give her a kiss. “I stopped quickly to get her some medicine and some breath right strips as she usually gets congested when sick.” You tell her.

“She just recently got congested. I gave her some leftover lasagna at lunch and the rest when she got here so I don’t think she’ll be hungry for a bit. If you’re hungry then I made some soup.” Melissa says and you nod.

“I would love some actually.” You tell her with a smile. You follow her to the kitchen and she quickly heats up the soup for you then hands it over. “Italian wedding soup?” You ask and she nods. “I’ve heard about it but never actually had any before.” You tell her before going to the dinner table and she follows you.

“Well good, nobody makes it as good as I do anyway.” She says with confidence and you chuckle before eating.

“How was it today? Taking care of Alison and teaching a class.” You ask her.

“Well it was a bit difficult but only because I wanted to just have to take care of her and not have to teach a class.” Melissa says as she leans her elbows on the table. “But other than that it wasn’t that bad. She mostly slept or drew quietly, she didn’t really complain. I gave her some medicine that the nurse gave me. I returned it though at the end of the day so she might need some.” Melissa explains to you and you nod.

“You’re amazing, did you know that?” You tell her and she blushes. “I love how much you care about me and Alison.” You say and Melissa thinks now is a time as good as any.

“Well I care deeply about her and I love you.” She says and you smile at her.

“Really?” You ask and she nods. “I love you too.” You tell her and she blushes softly.

“There is something I wanted to talk to you about.” Melissa starts and you nod. “Well, I’ve grown attached to the kid, and I’ve actually always wanted my own child but it never happened. And I guess now I’m worried that if something happens between us then I’ll lose you both.”

“Well what if I told you that if we ever broke up then you can still visit her?” You say and she looks up at you, shocked.

“Really?”

“Ya. Alison is always talking about how much she likes spending time with you and how you are with her and it makes me happy that she likes you. I would never want to separate you both if we didn’t work out, it wouldn't be fair to either of you.” You tell her and she holds your hand.

“Thank you. I don’t think about breaking up with you by the way.” She says and you giggle.

“Well considering you just admitted you love me, I figured you didn’t.” You say and she chuckles.

“Melissa?” You both hear from the living room and you know Alison is up.

“Coming.” Melissa says and you both get up. You bring your empty bowl to the kitchen and join Melissa and Alison in the living room. “Your mom is here as well.” Melissa says as she gets back to her.

“Does that mean we’re going home?” Alison asks you and you nod. “Oh.” Alison says a bit disappointed.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” You ask her as you make your way to her.

“Is Melissa staying here or coming with us?” She asks you and you look up at Melissa.

“That’s entirely up to her.” You say and Alison looks at Melissa too. “You don’t have to come with us.” You tell her so she doesn’t feel pressured.

“Let me just pack some things and I’ll come with you.” Melissa says before going upstairs. Melissa gets some things that she’ll need in a bag and also grabs the leftover soup from the fridge before putting everything in her car.

“So we’ll meet you there then?” You tell her as you come outside with Alison after giving her some medicine and she nods.

“Can I ride with Melissa?” Alison asks and you look at Melissa who nods.

“Should I be worried that you have a new favourite person?” You ask her jokingly. You know your daughter is clingy when she’s sick, so she might have been clingy with Melissa today and you’re wondering if that’s why Melissa wanted to make sure she won’t ever lose Alison, because they were so close today.

You all make your way to the house and you grab Alison’s school bag and bag from the grocery store from the car while Melissa holds Alison’s hand as you go inside. You get Alison set up with a blanket while she cuddles Melissa on the couch. You put on some cartoons for Alison while you get some things ready to take care of Alison tomorrow. In the living room you see that Alison is still clinging to Melissa and you hate to have to bring her to bed but she does need rest.

“Alison, sweetheart, we should get up to bed so you can rest.” You tell her and you see her holding on to Melissa tighter. Melissa feels Alison’s arms tighten around her and she looks down at her.

“I want to stay here mommy.” Alison says, you know she only calls you mommy when she’s not thinking properly and being sick is definitely one of the times.

“I know, but you can’t cuddle Melissa all night and your body needs rest to fight off the sickness.” You tell her and she still clings to Melissa.

“How about I put you to bed and read you a bedtime story?” Melissa suggests and Alison’s eyes light up at that and she immediately nods. “Ok go get ready for bed and I’ll be right up.” Melissa tells her and Alison goes upstairs.

“You don’t have to do that, you know.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“I want to.” Is all Melissa says and you nod.

“Is it true what you said earlier? That you always wanted a child.” You ask her and she nods.

“I wasn’t sure about having one when I married Joe and he didn’t want one so I just settled with never having one but the more years that passed, the more I wanted a child.” She says.

“Well Alison can be that for you. I was telling the truth when I said I don’t plan on separating you guys if anything ever happens to us. And I’m happy that she’s happy with you.” You tell her and she hugs you and gives you a kiss before going upstairs. You settle on the couch while Melissa puts Alison to bed.

“You all ready kiddo?” Melissa asks as she knocks on the door. Alison opens the door and she’s in her pjs and nods at her. “Alright, which bedtime story do you want me to read?” She asks and Alison goes to her books, picks one out and hands it to her.

“This one please.” Alison says and then gets comfy in her bed. While Alison gets in bed, Melissa looks at the title and she has a bright smile on her face.

“The Tale of Peter Rabbit.” She reads and Alison nods.

“Mom reads it to me whenever I’m sick.” She explains.

“Well I’m glad you like it because I do a project every year with Peter Rabbit.” Melissa explains and Alison smiles.

“Wow! I can’t wait.” Alison says as Melissa sits down and starts reading.

After she finishes the story, Alison’s eyelids are heavy and falls asleep right away. Melissa tucks her in, gives her a kiss on the forehead and quietly leaves the room. She gets downstairs and joins you on the couch.

“How come I didn’t meet you earlier?” You ask her as you cuddle her.

“Well last year I did have a boyfriend so I think we met at the right time.” She tells you as she wraps her arm around you.

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