#i also made toys lemme get them

[jinkiezzsstuff]

In Season

alastor x doe! femreader

no but really this is actually so depraved and smutty i cannot believe myself i hope yall enjoy the feast xx

Summary: You were aquatinted with hell for quite some time and you quickly learned as much as you could about mating season to protect yourself from other deer sinners. Although you came across the hotel and neither you nor Alastor could resist each other, and your instincts.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, female anatomy- no pronouns, no descriptions of bodytype/skin colour/hair type, heavy breeding kink, female masturbation briefly, penetration, squirting, creampie, horrorish aspects predator n prey, ‘in heat’ trope, OOC alastor bc y’know sex, general vulgarity, brief mention of blood, swearing, not proofread, LEMME KNOW WHAT I MISSED

Word count: 5K

You’ve been in Hell several years, and at first it was a little jarring. Especially since you now had hooves, a tail, a black scent-sensitive nose, and soft floppy ears. Honestly it was amusing getting used to your new body while dodging sinners hungry for new meat, you reminisced on your first days of hell often, as they were the most exciting.

But now you were more aware, you’d spent a majority of your time in hell assessing and attempting to understand the whole eternal damnation thing- after all you weren’t much of a believer in hell when alive. You kept atop all the sinners that were of note, the different sectors of the pentagram, the overlords as well as their strengths and weaknesses that coincides with their demonic form, you also paid close attention to all the rings of hell and their sins. You’d even grown interested in the hellbors and imps, never imagining how birth and life things that was supposed to be god's gift, ended up breeding in such a foul place like hell.

Most demons spawned into hell with some sort of form be it an object like a television, a prop like a doll, a toy such as a jack in the box, or more commonly an animal. Most humans found themselves attached to animals anyways which made sense as to why many showed up as one, as well as why it wasn't surprising to see many dogs and cats as a common form in hell. During your investigative research, you ran into a few.. hurdles.

Bucks, mating seasons. It seemed like all animal life here was cursed with some sort of violent mating season. Where all that sinners could think about doing was mating. Bucks had been your biggest issue in hell, you found it pretty simple to ignore mating seasons, focusing your mind anywhere but the burning in your pelvis, but the bucks would storm around looking for the smell of the doe near them.

It’s a pain in the ass and you always had your calendars marked, alarms and reminders set, as to not forget that mating season was coming and you needed to take precautions.

Besides the chase the bucks would give you every year, you had it pretty easy in hell, you published on a blog your findings marketing it to new sinners in hell, kind of like a guide to hell, and that kept your bills paid and your mind occupied.

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Walking down the road in the pentagram city with the intentions of snapping some pictures of some of the expected violence in hell, you gazed along the different brick walls and shops, shopping with your eye at times. You came by yet another brick wall, this one littered with taped up signs, your paced slowed as your eyes rapidly moved across the words on different pages.

There were varying signs, one for resale value drugs, IMP immediate murder professionals, and Charlie Morningstars Hazbin Hotel. Pausing your stride you went up to the wall getting a closer look at the shitty drawn piece of paper, there was several different… characters, on it very poorly drawn. You recognize Charlie’s name of course, you’d often see her roaming around the pride ring actually, unlike her father who you never saw.

Pulling out your phone you snapped a picture of the sign and decided to take a trip down to that side of the pentagram to check out this hotel. It’s definitely quite the story to be told that’s for sure.

You made left, rights, had to take cover for thirty minutes while some sinners duked it out shooting up a whole block, then you tried to hail down a cab- failed and trudged for the longest time to the hotel. It was so much further than you anticipated but everytime you felt like turning back you told yourself you were almost there which got you to the door of the hotel, by the end of the day however.

Knocking on the giant doors you didn’t know whether to walk in like you would a hotel, or wait for a guide. Tapping your fingers against your thighs you’re suddenly hit with strong arousal that clawed suddenly at your abdomen.

Bringing your phone up from your pocket you checked the date, you knew the season was changing and autumn was here but you didn’t have any issues with buck recently so you didn’t really have to worry. You did confirm mating season was in progress, with the conformations laying within the calendar, but it shouldn’t have been a problem, unless there is a buck inside the hotel.

Suddenly the door flew open and you were pulled away from your contemplation by a high pitched, giddy voice tugging your attention toward it. “Oh my gosh, hi! I’m Charlie! Come in! Are you here for the hotel!” The blonde rambled quickly, tugging you in by your wrist.

The hotel was weirdly homey, you could tell that there were different personalities that occupied the space, different colours of reds decorated, random items littered around the room like stiletto boots by the door, a large pile of needles in a corner, the bar seemed to be its own aesthetic design. It was comfortably warm and smelt like an active fireplace, as well as something so strong and musky it made your legs inadvertently clench.

You attempt to hold your instincts inside but this wasn’t like any other buck you’ve smelt before- it made you ravenous. Pulling yourself together while Charlie spoke about the hotel you pondered what you’d say, you could exactly be like, is there a male buck here because i’m horny as fuck.

No. Smiling to Charlie tiredly, you finally ready yourself to give her the explanation. “This place really is lovely, I didn’t actually come to be a patron but maybe write something about it for the little blog thing i have.” You felt jittering and lightheaded as you spoke, your eyes scanning the room and ears pulled back. “Uhm would it be okay to stay for a night?”

Charlie perked up clasping her hands together nodding eagerly. “Of course to both~!” She sang out happily. “I am so glad some people are interested! Who knows, maybe after a day you’ll wanna stay!” She exclaimed, twirling around happily.

You smiled at her optimism and you were genuinely happy that the princess of hell was such a breath of fresh air in the smog filled hell you all lived in. “Do you want me to show you around? Meet our staff and guests?” Charlie asked, a glimmer of hope and excitement sparkling in her eye. You took a brief moment to ponder before nodding your head. “I think that would be perfect, then though would i be able to rest, the walk fucked my hooves.” You say tapping the tip of your booted hoof against the floor.

Interlocking your elbows Charlie nodded, dragging you toward the bar. “Of course you can, I'll end our tour with your room, but let me begin it with Husk! Our loyal bartender!” Walking toward the bar you’d spotted early on, the cat demon turned his head ever so slightly toward you. “Hi,” The alcoholic said flatly, Charlie laughed nervously, but you didn’t really mind his demeanour you preferred short and to the point.

“Hey Husk, nice to meet you.” The cat grunted at you, and gave you a sorta glare. “Another deer. Course it fuckin is.” Husk muttered to himself bitterly, Charlie scolded him under her breath, before turning to you with a grin and a shrug of the shoulders. “He’s sweet once ya get to know him. Heh, anyways c’mon lets meet Angel!”

After about thirty minutes of running around you met all but one of the members residing within the hotel. As you skipped around the hotel you entirely forgot about the low grade heat buzzing between your legs, you were used to it after all, and you enjoyed yourself a lot, confessing to Charlie that you particularly enjoyed the rambunctious Nifty and flirty Angel.

“Alright, the last person of note is one of the most important. He’s been assisting in the hotel basically since the start, half of it wouldn’t be possible without him.” Charlie explained walking up to a door, on it had two different do not disturb signs. A large wood one nailed right on the door, and a second hanging off the handle.

Charlie picked the sign from its hanging position humming while examining it. “He’s never had these before.” She muttered, voice filled with confusion, however you were lost in a daze. This was the smell you could pick up down stairs, he must’ve been a buck, there wasn’t any other way.

The scent was pungent, nearly knocking you off your heels with arousal, it was musky, something only described as sweaty and primal. The natural hormones of the demon beyond the door were unlike anything you’ve experienced before; it was like he was a starved man, hungrier than ever and more than ready to breed.

It was dirty and you felt embarrassed at the reaction you were having, typically you had a low hum and no real desire to attempt to have sex with one of the many deer demons who came after you so this was a bit of a new experience. And it was nearly painful, you don’t even know the guy and yet it felt like you were being consumed by him.

“Hm, wait here I’ll go ask Nifty! She normally knows the most,” Charlie drifted off tilting her head at you. “You okay there?” She asked nervously, you promptly nod at that, inwardly cursing yourself for not being more controlled. “Yeah,” You quickly clear your throat trying to play off the lust filled tone for a dry throat. “Yes,” You say with more conviction. “Sorry it’s been a long day. Before you head off, would this guy happen to also be a deer?”

Charlie grinned super wide, purely whites on display. “He is! Best for last! I think you two will be happy to have each other haha,” She chuckled a little awkwardly, brushing her hair behind her ear. She shook her head, swiftly bidding you ado and walking off to find Nifty.

You waited a moment listening for anything down the halls, but you didn’t hear anything anywhere, and you couldn’t see anybody around, nor could you see cameras hidden in the corner. Walls crashing down, heart rate naturally kicking up; you unbuttoned your pants, spreading your legs and slipping your hand down your pants.

You whimpered at the contact of your cold fingers to your clit, feeling the sticky sensation of arousal cover the bit of thigh that your underwear didn’t touch. You soaked yourself just by the smell of the deer on the other side of the door. You slipped your middle finger and ring finger down, coating your fingers entirely before slipping them into you, curling them as you did.

You inhaled deeply resting your free arm against the door above your head for you to lean forward on, you didn’t have the intentions of fucking your self in the hall, but one thrust turned into three. Now you’re dripping, gasping for air and trying to keep yourself quiet when all you wanted to do was collapse and beg whoever occupied the other side of the door to please fuck the neediness out of you.

As you quickened your pace, your body quivered from the uncomfortable position, but you halted everything when you heard the unmistakable sound of a radio on the other side of the door. It was a gritty sound, garbled with no real sound coming out of it, just strange static. You tried to catch your breath as you listened closely, checking your left and right speedily ro assure you were still alone.

Suddenly the doorknob shifted the door falling open under your weight. Your legs stuttered attempting to catch your body, hand whipping out from inside you, slick and sticky with your arousal as if you were some whore. Unfortunately you weren’t able to catch yourself fast enough but lessened the brunt of the fall with your knees before your hands came down to finish. You were still in a blitzed out haze, but the room was pitch black, the only sound that could be heard was an ambient sound of nature and the faintest sound of the radio.

The only light that you were blessed with was the hall light from the opened door behind you. You could barely make out deer heads hung on the wall and a red couch before the door snapped shut leaving you alone in the darkness.

You whimpered, clenching your legs and your teeth, you could still hear the radio but it sounded like it was seriously messed up, switching stations, pitches and incorporating sounds you’d never heard from a radio, like growls and deep rumblings.

Your fear mixed with desire and the smell of lust was far more palpable in this room. It was so much harder to ignore the scent and the smell of the buck who was definitely worked up in this room. “What a depraved little doe you are.” You jumped at the voice, nothing like you expected. He sounded wicked, dark, and surprisingly, hornier than you.

You could now hear him in the room with you, his deep pants, the footsteps around, you swear you could’ve heard him accidentally hit his antler against something as well, it was like he just materialised. “What’re you doing out of bed so late? You do know how filthy bucks can be this time of year, don’t you.”

You yelped as two bright red eyes appeared just a few feet in front of you, either this guy was crouched or contorted as you never stood from the floor. As his eyes got closer to you, his being consumed you entirely, as it dawned on you that he was crawling toward you like a goddamn animal.

“Sorry.” You meekly whimpered, tilting your head back ever so slightly, neck on display for him. He let out a baritone chuckle, shocking you slightly, before he replaced that shock with a new-by pouncing on top of you.

He brought his face closer to yours, the crazily dialed eyes of his illuminating your face enough for him to properly see and observe your face. You however only got brief glimpses of a strained yellow smile, and messy red hair that stuck to his face from sweat. You could feel his body heat against you making your own body feel hotter by the second, his right hand sat above your head, his other grabbed ahold of the wrist that moments ago was deep inside you.

One of his knees sat outside of your body by your thigh, while the other knee occupied the inner thigh too close to your core for comfort, or perhaps not close enough. All you knew is this deer was one of the horniest you’ve ever come across, his breath was erratic chest heaving, breath tickling your face and neck, his eyes were blown and obviously a firey red bright enough to add a horror-esque ambience.

You could feel the strain he had against his suit pants, it was hard not to when in the position he took he was straddling one of your thighs. He gripped your hand harder bringing it up to his face, your heart pounding in your ribcage as you watched motionlessly.

He groaned at the sight of your still wet fingers, his smile stretching just slightly as his eyes momentarily closed. Then his mouth opened, as did his eyes, teasingly he opened his mouth bringing your fingers up to him, before he took a hold with his mouth swirling his long tongue around your digits. You whined, closing your eyes at the feeling, the way he did it was not just in an attempt to be pornographic but to properly taste you, coating his taste buds with your arousal. Pulling his mouth away with an exasperated groan, he dragged his sharp teeth along your flesh, leaving tiny cuts that exuded just enough blood to satiate his desire.

He pulled himself away properly, saliva stringing as he did. You peaked your eyes open, as suddenly a feeling of being sucked into the floor consumed you and you felt like screaming. Though it all happened too fast that you weren’t able to squeak anything out; the floor sucked you in and within seconds spit you out. Gently your body bounced against soft velvet comforters on what you assumed was a bed- his bed. Still surrounded by only the blackened room, the buck nowhere you could see, you sat there heart pounding, bewildered, scared and horny, a unique combination to be fair.

“Tell me, my dear doe. When was the last time you gave into such, primal desires?” The man’s voice appeared before he did, sliding up beside you from the shadows. “Never.” You whisper looking into his deepened red eyes. “I am so sorry. I avoid bucks, I came for business- I didn’t- god i’m sorry i couldn’t help myself- you fuckin,” You threw your head back groaning in frustration, feeling embarrassed to admit you were just about willing to do anything he said if it meant he spread you out and bred you.

He chuckled demonically, his hand sticking out to you. “Alastor, sweetheart, pleasure to meet you, quite, the pleasure.” Alastor’s radio voice lowered and he purred to you so sultry that you clenched your thighs together. Grasping his larger clawed hand that he had stuck out, you shook him tightly enjoying the warmth and contact. “YN, pleasure to meet you too.”

Gently pulling his hand away, Alastor inched his way closer to you, leaning over he placed his hand on the other side of your torso seemingly trying to resume the position he held on the floor. “I could smell you enter the hotel, you know. I keep myself away every season and no other passer by, has been an issue. So what is it that you’ve done my dear,” Alastor questioned accusingly while dragging a claw up your neck and getting back to being on top of you.

Alastor felt like he couldn’t help himself, he felt a yearning for sex he’d not felt ever, sure there’s been the occasional session with his hand on a particularly trying mating season, but never real feral need like this. He wanted to leave his mark on you, and keep all those other foul deer demons that may attempt to take their claim on you in the future.

Growling radio admission and static echoed throughout the room, Alastor promptly closed the inches between your bodies, gently collapsing on top of you. Alastor dragged his tongue up your neck from your collar to your jaw line, ending his travel with an opened mouth kiss. You whimpered at the sensation of his body against you clutching his shirt, as he nipped at your neck with his sharp teeth drawing blood.

His thigh was pressed against your core with the way he leant down on you, and you wondered if he could feel how you were pulsing desperately begging him to fill you. Against your will you jerked up grinding yourself into him, causing him to groan at the own pleasure he got from the friction. Alastor then pulled away entirely looking down at you, then a gentle red light flickered on, then another, and finally a third, lighting the room up with a reddish glow.

You weren’t focused on how, or where the light came from, but rather the man in front of you. You had no clue it was Alastor, as in thee overlord Alastor, although you should’ve put it together based on all the radio feedback that sounded from out of him. Of course you knew of him from your research but he’d been gone when you came down so you easily forgot him.

Alastor was dishevelled, without a suit coat, just a button up and his suit pants, his hair was a mess as you briefly saw before, but man oh man did he look a wreck. He was sweaty, his antlers were out on full display, his eyes lidded.

“I had no idea you were a deer.” You say eyeing him up and down, he chuckled at that. “So you know of me?” The question, you might almost say, sounded uncertain, perhaps before with the lights off lended the two of you a comfortable anonymity that you don’t have anymore. Nodding your head you can’t help but attempt to gain some friction between your legs. “Darling if you truly want this as much as I, then I'd be more than happy to satiate the hunger for both of us- so long as we see to a date and several others after. I wouldn’t be able to stand seeing you with another deer after me.”

Although this formal speech was out of place for your current predicament you looked past it because you wouldn’t mind this being more than a one time hook up. “Of course, I hate one night stands.” Smiling at him, his smile softened compared to its harsher one before. Alastor moved in, this time you were able to watch him in the dim light, leaning back fully and off your elbows, you got comfortable on the soft pillow that kept you somewhat propped up.

You wanted your hands free to touch him, and hold him. When his face was inches from you, lips barely touching, your hands came up to play with his hair. You go cautiously hearing rumours about the distaste he has for contact he doesn’t initiate, however the moment your hands connect to his hot neck, he moans, pushing himself down to connect to your lips.

He smiled through, as you expected him to, but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had, purely based on how intense he was once he finally got a taste of you. You just barely opened your mouth before his tongue was escaping his mouth to explore yours, it was a searing kiss one that was unique to anything before. His body once again lowered as he relaxed on top of you, most of his weight rested on you, which you loved the feeling of it was like he was encasing you with him.

You could feel the stiff hard on that ached to be freed, and his uneven breaths that expanded his chest further into yours, like a tide your chests pushed and pulled each other in and out. It was erotic, and as your make out session dragged on the messier it got, teeth scraping tongues fighting, saliva glistening on the perimeter of both of your mouths. Your hands dug into his hair occasionally touching his long antlers that were out, and everytime you did he’d moan statically into your mouth.

Alastor cared little about his poise and instead chased his own pleasure as his mouth entangled with yours, you were receptive and as needy as he was, so he felt no shame when he started to hump himself against your core. He took even more pleasure in hearing you whine for more, bucking up into him. You buttons were still undone from earlier which made him feel a sense of anger he couldn’t explain, he wanted to be the one to make you come undone, he wish he could’ve gotten to you before you fucked yourself against his door.

So with a new goal in the demons mind, he snaked his arm in between your bodies, him needing to lift himself a bit to do so, and snuck his hand down you pants straight to your soaking wet core. Gasping at the contact you jerked up into his hand, his fingers sliding down the length of you leaving no area untouched.

“Impatient?” Alastor mocked pulling away finally, although he was in no place to, as even the simplest word came out jagged and out of breath. “Alastor please,” You begged unable to stop the way you jerked up into the warmth of his hand.

With contemplative hum Alastor halted all movement making you groan. It was unbearable to put up with, perhaps the foreplay of it all would be more enjoyable if it wasn’t such a painful lust you were in. Snapping his fingers, cool washed over your body like freezer air, and soon you realized you were left bare.

You jumped curling into yourself afraid of being so suddenly exposed. Looking up you were surprised to find the overlord himself nude with you, the comforter that once laid flat underneath you now pulled up behind him. Leaning forward blanket following in suit behind him, you simply stared at him, the markings on his body, the fact he had two tone skin, and of course the more obvious aspect of his body, the fact he was hung.

Covering the two of you under the safety of the blanket, Alastor pulled your legs apart gently, body slotting back where it’s supposed to be in between your legs. “You’re devine torture my dear. Attempting to be somewhat gentlemenly in a state like this, when you’re so desperate, is absolute torture.” Alastor grit out, his static gone as he struggled against the animalistic urge to dive into you.

Breathing out a breath you had no clue you were holding, you begged him pressing your body up into his. Thoughtlessly you reached down between you two, wrapping your legs around his torso to nudge him closer, and slowly you wrapped your fingers around him making him almost robotically crackle.

Giving him a few awkward strokes, due to your position, you guided him towards your entrance that needed no prep, with how you pulsed aching, and dripped greedily you weren’t too worried about pain.

Alastor barely took your guidance, as once you stroked him a twig snapped, when you lined him up to your entrance, he jerked forward plunging into you rather harshly causing your body to jolt. A heat shot through your body crawling down your pelvis straight to your toes, while your jaw hung open, unable to make the noise. Alastors radio was popping and crackling as he fucked into you, grinding his body against your own, he was pouring himself into you as fast as he could and for him it still wasn’t fast enough.

Meanwhile you were still attempting to catch up, your brain hazily lagging behind as your body jerked along with every thrust. You could feel yourself dripping down the length of him, the wet slapping of skin was just more indication you were practically a faucet. Reaching upward to grab onto his neck, it was your turn to growl viciously, loving the way his eyes and smile looked in this fucked out haze.

Grinning at him you tilted your head back, eyes closed at the insane pace Alastor was attempting. “Fuck Al, just like that please don’t fuckin stop,” You moan spreading your legs further apart so your clit was more exposed to his flesh that came slapping down.

One of his hands grasped your neck lightly squeezing, you clenched in tandem with his choking, absolutely loving the feeling of him having you at his mercy. “Who knew such a sweet face would be so, filthy.” Alastor said through a toothy smile his radio voice was gone only leaving his strained raw vocals.

You let out wails of pleasure as he fucked you into the mattress, before you roughly pulled Alastors head down forcing him to give you a kiss. Your tongues met before your lips did as neither of you were going in for gentle but rather a greedy taste of one another.

Alastor moaned and whimpered more when kissing you seemingly without hesitation, making you feel closer to the edge then before. Arching your body up you clawed Alastors back begging him, tears threatening to spill and the feeling of need. “Please Alastor, please fuck- so good it’s gonna- i’m gonna cum- Al don’t stop,” You cried loudly stumbling over what you wanted to say as you felt hot all over.

Above you Alastor could barely hold on, his forehead rested against you as you cried, wailing for him to fuck you begging for him to make you cum, and he knew from how you cried for him, ge was gonna. He also knew he wasn’t far himself feeling as you clenched and leaked all over the bed, it was disgusting and he loved it. Your skin stuck to his as his body came crashing down on yours legs too shaky to hold him himself up, but his pace didn’t let up all that much still forcing himself deep into you, marking every inch of you.

You screamed, clawing his back wrapping your arms around him as you convulsed. You whined about how it was so good how hard you were coming but it got mixed up in his mind as he focused on the violent gushes of liquid that rushed out of you. It seemed your orgasm kept being pulled out as you continued to gush around him making him bellow out his own praises of how good you felt, how glad he was you were coming on his cock and making a wet mess of his bed.

Alastor was ravenous as he used your cunt to milk him of everything he had trying hard to get himself as deep as possible in you. Meanwhile you continued to moan and whine at him your orgasm still pushing on gushes is liquid squirting out of you as your sentive mating body wanted more, wanted to be bred and was ready to hold out to do so.

And bred it was, Alastor bit onto you as he came, loving the feeling of filling you to the brim, it wasn’t anything he’d done or felt before. You groaned, smiling wickedly and you hungrily kissed up his neck pulling his ear with your teeth, whispering to him about how badly you wanted to be filled with his cum, eyes rolling back as he stilled in you finally.

Your body ceased a bit before his movement ceased, It was all insanely animalistic. Now as Alastor laid on top of you, still inside you, you felt the post nut clarity truly hit you. You were still in a lustful haze, however you’d never been that much with a man, nevermind one you haven’t properly met. Although you didn’t mind, as you dragged your fingers through his sweaty hair you reminded yourself he wanted to see you more, not just use you.

Taking a deep breath, Alastor enjoyed the smell of your skin and the doe pheromones you naturally let off. In the back of his mind twisted questions that he couldn’t bother trying to answer. His head laid under your chin, face between your breasts dazed and staring off into space. You cautiously traced your fingers up his ears, his antlers fell in size back to little sticks. His ears twitched but he made no remark as you gently played with them.

“Do you regret it?” You broke the silence with the nasty feeling of worry in your gut, worry that you messed up, worried you both made a mistake. Alastor let out a long hum, his radio frequencies back in action as he did. “No dear not at all. Lust or not I was certain about my decision. I had the strength to hold back when I heard you on the other side of the door but I didn’t want to.” Alastor admits still a little coy is his delivery.

Although he did a very good job at assuring you because any doubt you had vanished. It was a vulnerable time for the both of you, during mating season, that having the knowledge that he still could’ve kept control, kept himself on the other side of the door but instead choose to claim you, yeah made your heart and mind content.

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[abswife]

modern gf! abby headcanons

i spend most of my day imagining what having abby as a girlfriend would be like so here's what my little gay brain came up with

nsfw at the bottom mdni

you guys would probably meet at a cafe

it'd be one of those cute little moments where you both ordered the same thing and when they called it out you both reached for it at the same time

you guys would start chatting after that, and she'd ask for your number before you left

you half expected her to not even text you, but the next day a random number popped up with the message "hi, it's abby from the cafe."

after a few dates you two made it official

she's the type of person that always wants you to come to her place rather her go to yours, she just likes seeing you with all of her stuff around

she's a big fan of the pet names babe, baby, and sweetheart

she likes to just chill with you, she doesn't feel like you guys always have to be doing something when you're together. she's perfectly content just reading or scrolling on your phones in the same room

in public, she doesn't really like to do more than just hold your waist or kiss your forehead, but at home she is glued to your side

big cuddlebug

she insists on going on biweekly dates, even if it's just to see a movie

would be so nervous to meet your parents, she would be practically shitting herself on the car ride, but when she actually meets them she is the very picture of respect

your parents said after that she seemed like "a very nice girl"

also slightly nervous for you to meet her dad, even though she knows that he'll love you

we all know that she is a gym rat, and she would love it if you came to the gym with her, even if you're doing completely different stuff

she knows how much you like her muscles, and will tease you if she catches you staring

however, you do the same thing when you catch her staring at your ass

she loves it when you wear her jackets, and she will wear your jewelry sometimes

she'll bring you flowers randomly, always from an actual florist

SHE LOVES WHEN YOU COOK FOR HER it makes her feel so domestic with you

i feel like she would be a doctor, maybe a cardiologist

she would come home from working long shifts and just drop into bed with you, not even bothering to take her scrubs off

sometimes you bring her lunch to work, and her smile and the kiss she plants on the top of your head make it worth the drive

she tells you that if you guys get married that you should stay at home, considering there wouldn't really be any reason for you to work since she makes a lot of money

she would be very happy to provide for you and you never having to lift a finger

she texts like a grandpa in the way that her texts seem to have no tone

you'll be like "i love you so much baby! <3"

and she'll reply "i love you too."

you know that she means it though lol

nsfw below

she is very passionate when it comes to sex

while it can be fun to just go at it, she prefers to slow down and really appreciate your body

she's a sucker for eye contact, she's always grabbing your chin to make you face her

she's a SWITCH argue with the wall

while she loves giving, babygirl also likes to be taken care of

as stated before, she loves your ass

she's always grabbing and slapping it, lightly that is unless you ask otherwise

she's not big on toys other than straps

when she uses her strap on you she can never decide if she wants to do missionary or doggy, usually makes you decide

because in missionary, she can see your face

but in doggy, she can see your ass

usually not very into you riding her, since she feels useless just laying there

riding her face however? that she can get into

but yeah that's all i can think of rn but i can a thousand percent make a part 2 so lemme know if i should

#abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #tlou2

[rainbow-scarab]

Hallownest Symbols, the Ancient Civilization, and the Pale King

Sooo. Since I made my post on Hallownest symbols I've had some new insights.

The Hallownest symbol, with its lined oval and three sets of wings, predates the kingdom as it was under the Pale King and White Lady. It can be found on arcane eggs.

Lemm, on arcane eggs: This civilisation may claim itself the first, but something else did exist within this place before Hallownest. Each egg offers a narrow glimpse into that forgotten age.

It's not just the arcane eggs though. The symbol can also be found in the Abyss, on the lighthouse. Sorta.

You see, the lighthouse isn't just one structure--it's two. It's an older, crumbling structure....and then the new shiny construction that the Pale King added on top.

And looking at the older structure, the platforms themselves have the Hallownest symbol on it. Oval with wings.

Another detail I've noticed in the Abyss is that this structure isn't the only one. It can be seen in the background around the void sea:

Just, further cementing the thought that the old crumbling building beneath the shiny new top is not a construction under the Pale King, but instead something quite ancient. Just one of many buildings, a conveniently tall structure for the Pale King to repurpose into a lighthouse.

So what does this mean?

Various sources in the game point to the Pale King having portrayed himself as the creator of Hallownest. Lemm, in his quote above. And some more examples:

Lore tablet in King's Pass: Higher beings, these words are for you alone. Beyond this point you enter the land of King and Creator. Step across this threshold and obey our laws. Bear witness to the last and only civilisation, the eternal Kingdom. Hallownest

Hunter's Journal, on wingmoulds: The bugs of Hallownest believed that their King created this world and everything in it. For what purpose, I wonder? Were his subjects companions, or toys, or children? Such a mind seems unknowable.

The developer notes in the game also indicate that the Pale King wanted to get rid of other gods:

The moth tribe were (perhaps) descended from Radiance. However, the King convinced them somehow to seal Radiance away. I guess so he could rule Hallownest with his singular vision, as a monarch/god with no other gods.

The dev notes are not canon and it's clear that they were never intended to be seen by others. But I think there's something to be said at least for him attempting a "singular vision". Uniting Hallownest under one rule, portraying himself as creator, creating a certain order. Some more quotes:

Bardoon: For quiet retreat did I climb up here, away from spitting creatures. Ormmph... Yes. High up. Away from simple minds, lost to light. Theirs is a different kind of unity. Rejection of the Wyrm's attempt at order.

Mask Maker, reacting to Ghost having King's Brand: No bug has ever laid claim to this whole. Even the beasts knew their limits and bound their realm at Nest's edge. It is the ancient caste that made attempt at such vast rule. Hallownest's ruin reflects well those fared attempts.

I believe Mask Maker is referring to the Ancient Civilization having attempted to rule over all of Hallownest. There's a possibility they're referring to Hallownest under the Pale King, as "ancient" does not necessarily mean what fans call the Ancient Civilization (and indeed most instances of the word "ancient" refer to Hallownest under the Pale King). But "attempts" being in the plural, I think Mask Maker intends to draw a parallel here between the two civilizations.

Speaking of King's Brand...

I believe now this is the best symbol of the Pale King we have. His original symbol.

As I noted in my first post on Hallownest symbols, the Hallownest seal seems the most associated with the Pale King when it has the crown on it. And the few actual depictions of him, in statues, idols, and shrines, all have his crown, but lack wings. Save for the glowing silhouette of him in Ogrim's dream battle, there are no depictions of him with wings. He may lack wings entirely, or have some form of artificial wings.

In fact, I find it quite interesting how you can pick up monarch wings as an item.

They are described by the game as being made of "ethereal matter". The game manual calls them "wings of a monarchfly". It's possible that the Pale King had such wings as seen here, not part of his original body, but made somehow.

And, just to look at the symbols again...

If one were to superimpose the old Hallownest Seal from the time of the Ancient Civilization on top of the King's Brand, you'd get the current Hallownest Seal. Oval Bug body, wings, crown, and tail.

So, what I'm thinking, the impression that I'm getting....

The Pale King came to Hallownest. He saw all the evidence of the Ancient Civilization, which had already fallen. He took on bug form (which may have happened before or after he saw the symbol and other evidence of the ancient civ, but I have to wonder if witnessing Hallownest's history and symbols influenced even this decision to become small). He, for reasons beyond the purpose of this post, decided he wanted to rule Hallownest as king and "creator" (which again may or may not have been part of his decision to be reborn).

He established his kingdom. He took on aspects of preexisting Hallownest, essentially claiming the legacy of the Ancient Civilization as his own. He took on bug form, and gave himself wings, to match this old image, as if it was always about him.

He established his palace in the Ancient Basin. He had access to the Abyss, mostly closed off from the rest of the populace. He studied the void. But the bugs of the Ancient Civilization had a different attitude about void, as indicated by Lemm in the Hunter's Journal entry on the void idol:

Inspired or mad, those ancient bugs. They devoted their worship to no lord, or power, or strength, but to the very darkness itself.

The Pale King instead was worshipped as a god by his people. He instead treated the void as something to control. He studied it. He tested it. He created void constructs to guard his palace. He used it, to stake the future of his entire kingdom on.

I could go on and on about this. And I intend to. But this is as far as I will go in this post, meant to be an update to my last post on symbols. But, I already have a long post I put together months ago, didn't post, and just have to update with new thoughts. So hopefully, I'll be expanding on all the implications here for Hallownest history soon enough.

#hollow knight #hollow knight theory #hallownest #ancient civilization #pale king

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I Can't Lose You-Part 8

Warnings: Depressed Seungmin, Nightmares, Descriptions of Grief, Mentions of a Suicide Flag being raised, Sadness, If I missed any lemme know.

Pairing: BangChan x Reader

Characters: Stray Kids, Nurse, Reader, Dr.Yun

A/N: Hello Everyone we are back on the main storyline! Have fun I guess? Still sorry... so so so sososososoooso sorry.

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Once it was clear that you were out for the count, everyone started falling asleep one by one. No one was willing to leave just yet. They wanted to make sure you knew that no one was leaving you. Eventually, it was just Seungmin and Bin who were awake. Seungmin noticed that Bin’s eyes started drooping, “Go to sleep, Hyung. I’ll stay up in case she wakes up.” He petted your hair back, making sure you were comfortable.

“If she needs me.” Bin looked down at you, worried…

“You will be the first person I wake up, okay?” Seungmin made a face, it was gentle yet insistent. He was going to get Bin to sleep whether he wanted to or not. It wasn’t up for discussion. Elder or not, Seungmin knows that he has been through hell, and even now Bin is fixed on you. He can see it. Bin is doing his best to piece together the shards left over. 

Bin looked up at Seungmin and said, “Thank you. I know it’s not easy, knew you were close with her, thank you for staying strong.” Bin wanted to say a hundred more things. He’s observant, Bin saw the way he looked at you. He also saw the tearstains on Seungmin’s face. The pain was written in his features as he looked at you. He noticed when Seungmin went to touch you for the first time after the episode, to lean forward and kiss your forehead, it was less of reassurance and more of a mutual pain. He couldn’t pinpoint the feeling at the time. All he knew was there was a lot that he didn’t know.

Seungmin just said, “We are all close to her. Not nearly as close as you. You need rest, Hyung. Don’t worry, I got it.” Seungmin was the only one awake for a few hours as everyone slept. He was looking at his mail order account, deleting all of the future purchases that would’ve been made as a surprise for the baby. He had everything in either pink, blue, or yellow. 

He stopped for a minute at the toy elephant that you gushed over one time at a mall, you loved the texture and you couldn’t get over the cute floppy ears on it. It was the first thing he saved on his list. He moved on to the educational toys that you had to have, the toy rings, and the play mats.

The one that really got him was the blankets with the month countdown to one year. He could see it in his head, you excitedly laying the baby down on it and taking a picture for social media, you circling the month during the editing of the photo.

While Minho is great at visualization, Seungmin is great at audiation, he can imagine sounds without them being present in the environment. Seungmin could hear you chirping at him, “Look at him, Minnie! Look at your cute little nephew Chanseung! I can't believe the time is flying by so fast! Who is that? That’s Uncle Minnie!” He smiled at the sound that he’d never hear. He stared at that blanket for a while, before forcing himself to delete it. 

He could feel the tears running down his face, seeing the empty list. He looked up to you, and he whispered to himself, “I want to take the pain away. The hurt, I don’t know how, Birdie.” He pulled the blanket up a little higher up your back, making sure you were covered, and sheltered. 

He started filling it back up, searching “how to help someone cope with miscarriage..” He hit search and books started popping up. He read some reviews and settled on three, “What Could Have Been: Helping Her Through Misscarriage”, “Grief and Loss: Learning How to Cope with Misscarriage”, and “Up Above: Journal For Mom To A Baby In Heaven”. 

Then he searched, “Coping With Miscarriage As A Family.” Once again he read the reviews, settling on, “Staying Strong: Coping as A Family”, “It Takes A Village: Grief And Family”, and finally, “Stronger Together: Surviving Miscarriage as a Family”.

He also looked up, “Memento for Miscarriage.” And a unisex bracelet popped up, it had a little charm on it of a sun. He decided to get 7 of them. The one he got for you was different. It was a 14k gold bracelet with a charm of a pair of baby feet. There was a plate on the bracelet that could be engraved with anything, so he took a picture of the wavelength of the baby’s heartbeat from the ultrasound and uploaded it. He didn’t want to acknowledge Chan in this but also, the baby was his. He found a stainless steel bracelet with a thicker band, something that he’d wear. He did the same with his bracelet as well, uploading the heartbeat. 

Seungmin couldn’t get what you screamed at Chan out of his head. The baby was right there, in your belly. He couldn’t help the fact that he knew what you were talking about. Seungmin was there for it all so for Chris to say, “It was mine too,” was a slap in the face. He wasn’t there. That was when Seungmin realized something. Chan started fucking Soo two months ago… You found out you were pregnant two months ago. The entire time you knew you were pregnant, planning for him, still cooking for him, doing everything in your power to surprise him, and carrying his child on top of that. Meanwhile, he was busy fucking his side piece. He was so busy in fact that he didn’t even realize that you wore baggier clothes, slept more, and avoided some of your favorite foods like the plague. At this point, Chan was more sperm donor than father, but Seungmin still felt that the baby was here, in a way, he felt like he needed to remind everyone because they weren’t able to know the baby the way that he did. 

Seungmin was in a depression, he could feel it starting, not because of you. He was so depressed because Minho was right. Seungmin looked up to Chan. He never had an older brother, and Chan was that for him. Annoying him any chance he got, giving him advice, and being a role model through and through. He didn’t know what was happening to you in your marriage at all until Felix and Minho kept disappearing every weekend to spend time with you. He told himself that you knew what you were getting into. It was only when he got closer and started spending so much time with you that he learned that Chan promised you so many things, and didn’t hold up on his end. He promised to be home a a decent time, some nights he didn’t even show up at home. He promised he’d take Sundays off when he isn’t touring, he never did take them off at all. 

As he thought about this, he heard the door open. He could see multiple pairs of feet in the shadows on the ground. A small woman walked in with a clipboard and a doctor’s coat along with the nurse. The nurse already knew most of what was going on, the overnight doctor briefing her on the delicate nature of the situation. 

The nurse came closer to Seungmin as she whispered, “Is she still resting well?”

Seungmin nodded. He looked over to the bed seeing Bin’s hand buried in your hair, his lips close enough to kiss your head, his other hand over yours on his chest. Seungmin smiled at that, reminding himself he’d need to get a picture of this. 

The nurse said, “Is there any way we can speak to you in the hall?”

Again, Seungmin nodded. He whispered, “Let me wake someone, I don’t want her to panic if she wakes up and I’m missing.” 

The nurse nodded with a smile as Seungmin tried to make a decision on who he’d wake. He decided on Hyunjin, as out of everyone, he was able to sleep a little in the car. Seungmin walked through the minefield of members over to Hyunjin, who had Lix using his leg as a pillow. “Hyunjin wake up, the nurse wants to speak to me outside, if Hannie wakes up he can meet us in the hall, otherwise let him sleep.” Hyunjin nodded as he wiped his eyes. When Seungmin stepped out into the hall the nurse introduced the petite woman as Dr.Yun, she was the attending psychiatrist in charge of your case. 

Seungmin’s eyebrows dipped, “Psychiatrist?”

The doctor looked and said, “Yes I think it’s better if we talk in the consult room, more private that way.” Seungmin nodded, shooting Hyunjin a text about where he’ll be at. 

As soon as the door closed, the doctor started, “Do you know why I am here?”

Seungmin nodded. He knew why. He didn’t want to say it out loud though. “I know why you’re here. I just thought they’d do this sort of thing outpatient.”

The doctor sat down with him, “Usually that is the case, but Y/N raised a suicide risk flag by her expressing her want to die.” 

He nodded, in his head he was thinking, if you only knew what she had gone through, you’d understand why she said that. Instead, he went with, “What would you like to know? I want to help.” If Seungmin was being honest, he rarely ever met a situation that he didn’t prepare for. Except for last night. He didn’t know what to do and if he didn’t know, he wasn’t comfortable with you going in there. So when he saw you get up he wanted to scream to you that you didn’t need to do this. Another thing that he knew was… you did. You have never seen a problem and not faced it right then and there. You have always been the type of person to tackle it. So him asking you not to do that, would have been out of the question. 

Just thinking about it gave him chills, where everyone would run away… you ran towards. Even if your brain had every cell of your body screaming to run away… you always ran towards. That was one of the things that he admired most about you. You’re brave. So when he saw you, the fear in your eyes, it rocked him. You were staring into his soul saying that you, the fearless one, were scared. But you weren’t scared of anything… other than losing him. Of waking up, and never seeing him again. The fear was deafening in your voice. Barely above a whisper, tears spilling onto Bin’s chest. 

She started off with, “How was she before this?”

Seungmin’s face fell as he recalled all of the moments he shared with you before last night, “Happy. Excited. Hopeful. The opposite of who you know.” Seungmin looked at the nurse. The nurse’s face dropped a little. Anyone who looked at Seungmin could tell he was in shambles, if they looked at any of the boys, they could tell that. That’s why no one was forcing those 7 boys away from you. It was clear you needed them and even clearer that they needed you. 

The doctor continued, “The notes in her chart say that she miscarried due to a trauma, do you know the specifics?”

“Yes, I do.” He said. The doctor waited for him to continue, “She walked in on her husband cheating on her with her best friend on their third anniversary.” 

Seungmin couldn’t help but think that Bin would’ve never let you go a night alone let alone your third anniversary. “All of the people in that room were there. The man on the bed, Bin, told us all to meet at the house, that her husband, his ex-best friend, never showed up to the anniversary dinner. He didn’t have a good feeling about it. We all walked in on it. She just sat on the couch, staring at a photo of them on their wedding day, while she heard him saying the most disgusting things, how her friend was so much better than her, how good she made him feel, how he couldn’t wait to leave her. It broke her. Broke all of us.” Seungmin was staring at his hands by the end of it, imagining if he had a wife, that he could never do that.

“I see. Did anyone know about the baby?” She asked as if reading Seungmin’s mind.

“I did.” He started breaking, hearing the heartbeat again. Your teary reaction playing on repeat in his head. You were so nervous, excited, and curious. All of the things that raced through your mind could be read all over your face that day. The minute you saw that little bean, that baby, tears sprang to your eyes, once you heard that heartbeat, you were already more in love than you could ever describe. It made Seungmin cry. A life was right there, and he was hearing it. He couldn’t wait to tell your child this story. “I figured it out before she did.” 

“Do you think that she needs help coping? We have plenty of resources and we’d be more than happy to-”

“Yes. She’s going to need all of the help she can get. She went from being pregnant and being in a happy marriage, to losing her baby, her husband, and her best friend in less than 24 hours.” Seungmin answered honestly. Your entire life was ripped apart. All because of two people who didn’t deserve your time and energy. To think that those people he would’ve trusted with children of his own. Instead, they showed their true colors at the worst possible time. The question almost annoyed Seungmin. Was the doctor not listening to what he just said? He thought in his head, my friend… The only other person who knew about this baby 48 hours ago… Just lost everything and this doctor’s question is ‘Will she need help’? NO FUCKING SHIT SHE NEEDS HELP… we all need help. None of us know how the fuck to help her. We are all destroyed, I am in turmoil, she will never be the same… HOW DO YOU EVEN HAVE A DEGREE LET ALONE A DOCTORATE?! Minnie knew it was misplaced anger. He took a cleansing breath as he looked up at the doctor. 

“Will it need to be inpatient?” She asked.

“If she has us, no. If you leave her to her own devices, she won’t make it. He was all she had, well thought she had. We were all friends with her husband first. She’s terrified that we’ll leave her. We will never leave her.” Seungmin added.

“Is there anywhere she can go? Going back to her home with her husband can make everything worse.” The doctor stated. 

Seungmin nodded and said, “We’ll figure all of that out, don’t worry about that. How do we help her?” the tears started rolling, “I as well as everyone else in that room feels so helpless, she is the sweetest person we know. We need to help her, how?” His tears right now are from frustration.

The doctor looked at Seungmin, “Communication is key. She may not want to communicate right away, that’s normal. She also needs to take the medicine we prescribe, she may not want to take it as well. It’s tricky because many women who miscarry have guilt. They feel like they failed, like they don’t deserve to be alive. You need to constantly remind her that what happened wasn’t her fault. Her body went through severe trauma. Remind her that she is worthy of breathing, smiling, laughing, enjoying life.” 

Seungmin looked at the doctor, “Okay. Would you need to talk to her?” Seungmin asked, “So far whenever she tries to go back, she has to be sedated, her heart can’t take it.”

The doctor thought for a minute and said, “I’m still going to have to talk to her before discharge,”

“Is there any way you could let her sleep for a while? She's so exhausted.”

The doctor nodded and said, “I’ll be back tomorrow so she'll have more time to regulate. Thank you for taking the time to talk, I know that it can be hard to talk about things like this but what you told me gave me some valuable insight into what happened.”

Seungmin walked back to the room as he tried to think of a way to keep you close and at the same time, give you the space you needed to heal. 

When he sat back down with Hyunjin he texted him.

“Hyunjin, the psychiatrist just came in. I told her what happened.”

Hyunjin looked at his phone and read it. Seconds later he started typing, “My guess is that they heard Y/N that she wanted to die.” 

Seungmin immediately replied, “Yeah. They said that after they talk to her it’s recommended that she doesn’t go back to the house. That it’ll make everything worse. I’m trying to figure out how to do this. I don’t want Chan anywhere near her.”

Hyunjin’s face turned hard, “At this point, I don’t want to be there, either. He’s toxic. I feel sick thinking that he was our friend. I had no clue she was going through all of this. He’s so toxic.”

Seungmin thought for a minute, “Wherever she’s going I think Felix, Minho, Bin, and Hannie should be with her.”

Hyunjin nodded, “Maybe an apartment? Or switching houses. I think she may want someplace familiar.” 

Seungmin said “When she gets up we should ask her. They never told me when they were thinking of discharging her.”

Hyunjin shook his head, “No, she just went through an episode, making her make a decision right after sedation isn’t a good idea. Maybe ask Bin??”

Seungmin smiled, “Yeah that’s a good idea. For now, they all need rest. You included. Thanks for staying up for me.”

Hyunjin just went back to sleep after nodding at Seungmin. It wasn’t lost on Hyunjin that Seungmin was clearly distraught in that hallway. He knew that now wasn’t the time. Maybe when things calmed down. When everyone was feeling less tense, Hyunjin could reapproach. 

After a few hours, people started slowly waking up until everyone was lucid, be it from hunger, or eventually hearing the mumbles of others. The nurses would pop in occasionally, giving whatever they could to help you and the boys. A little into most being awake except for yourself and Bin, you started mumbling. Han looked at the clock. His gaze shot to his phone, it was almost time for your next anxiety medication. They warned him that sometimes nearing the next dose, your anxiety would kick back up, and he told everyone to quiet down for a second. He wanted to make sure you weren’t in any distress. 

He noticed you started to mumble, “Chris, my boys… where… my boys…Binnie…” All of the boys looked like the only thing they wanted to do was wake you. The nurses advised Han, however, that the best way to wake you was not in the middle of the nightmare, you’d probably remember it, and usually that only compounds the trauma. So all he could really do was watch. You gripped Bin’s hoodie and he woke up immediately, his eyes snapping to you. He woke up to hear your mumbles, “Chris…. Not…not my boys… please..” He saw you start to cry in your sleep.

He whispered, “We’re here Angel, not going anywhere it’s okay.” 

You started shaking, “Where… Binnie… don’t take… from me. Chris please…my boys…help…”

Bin couldn’t see any more of this. He started to pet your hair a little more intently, as he directed Han to get the nurse. Then he started raising his volume a little bit, “Angel… wake up for me… Angel… Y/N…” He started lightly jostling you as he squeezed your hand under his lightly, “Angel it’s a nightmare, wake up… Y/N…”

Finally, your eyes snapped open as you squeezed him, “Binnie… Chris took you away… Took all of you away…”

“Shhhh shhhhh it’s okay, it was a nightmare, we’re here. It’s okay.”

“He took my boys away,” Your eyes were glassy, pupils dilated as you registered where you were. You looked around and Seungmin came up to pet your hair. 

“Hi Birdie, it’s okay. It’s alright. You’re okay, we’re all here. Hannie is getting the nurse, okay?” 

Seungmin could see your body shaking slightly, he got down to your level again and held your hand while Bin kept rubbing your back. 

You looked at Seungmin and started tearing up again, “you didn’t leave?” He wiped your tears and said, “Why would I? You're here. I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” He smiled at you, “Just breathe Birdie… you’re okay.”

He could tell you wanted him closer, “Do you want to lay on me? Would that help, Birdie?” 

You couldn’t really talk but you nodded, then he looked to Bin and said, “Okay beat it Seo, she wants me now…” Making you giggle a little. Bin looked at you and reluctantly let go with a kiss on your head. 

Once again, Seungmin is in no way shape, or form known for skinship but there he was lying so content next to you. Everyone has no idea what is going on. Lix looked to Seungmin and was very skeptical as he said, “O… okay I want to cuddle at home and he’s all ‘I need my personal space’ but if it’s Y/N… I got it Kim Seungmin… You’re lucky I’m not the jealous type.”

Minho piped up with “You are the jealous type.” with a scoff and Lix fired back with, “Good point…. What does Y/N have Seungmin? Huh? I have long hair and cute freckles, I’m adorable. So what is it?”

Seungmin just looked at you and whispered “Watch this…” Then he addressed Lix, “Easy you’re not Birdie.” That made you giggle a little more. You still shook but you were coming out of it a little. 

Lix said, “I’m a bird, you don’t know Bbokari? I am even cuter I’m a baby chick…”

Seungmin nudged your back so Lix didn’t see it and he said, “You also commit cannibalism…” He narrowed his eyes as you started to laugh. Felix looked down at you and smirked as Seungmin said, “And Birdie is way cuter than you, Lix.” His jaw dropped, bright like that and Seungmin copied his expression.

“I mean you’re right but why come for my throat like that?” He fake scoweled at him as he sat back down, playfully turning his back to Seungmin, “uncalled for…”

Once again Minho acted disinterested as he deadpanned, “I mean he is right Yongbok-ah.”

Then Felix said, “You too?!” And you laughed even harder.

Felix looked at you and said, “Flower, am I cute?” He asked with a fake quiver on his lip. Felix’s nickname for you was Flower. The reason for it is one of his favorite memories with you. Felix and you are really the only two people out of everyone who actually stop to take in the surroundings around you. There was one time you got so excited when you found a pretty flower blooming on a tree while you both were out on a walk. He literally heard a squeak and then you were darting toward a tree. When he looked in the direction you darted in you were trying to jump to grab one of the flowers on its branches. 

He walked over to you, and still, no matter how high you jumped, you couldn’t reach it. He giggled to himself as he said, “Which one are you aiming for Y/N?”

You said “The one on the tip of that branch.” It was a good jump away for you. But you weren’t a dancer with years of Taekwondo training. 

He smirked as he said, “Okay jumping bean stand back.” You did and in one leap he snatched the flower off the branch. He walked over to you and put it in your hair. “I can’t decide which flower is more pretty.” He took a picture of you and said, “Hm this one,” He booped your nose and showed you the picture, “See?” You giggled and thanked him and you both kept on walking, since then that’s been your contact photo, the name it’s saved under being Flower. 

“Of course you are, Lixie!” you answered. 

“Oh thank god, Flower doesn’t lie so I’m good.” He grabbed his chest, as he slunk down. 

Meanwhile, Hyunjin took Bin to the hall to talk. 

He started off with.“Seungmin talked to the Psychiatrist. He told her the gist of the situation, and she said that after she talked to Y/N, she’d be discharged. They recommended that she doesn’t enter the house. At least not yet. It’s too big of a stress on her.”

“Ok, I figured that,” Bin said nodding as he carded his hand through his hair, thinking. 

Hyunjin continued, “He talked with me and we wanted to know what you thought. Maybe you and Hannie switching houses with Seungmin and someone else if she wants somewhere familiar. If she wants her own place, maybe an apartment where you and Hannie, Lix, and Minho go with her. We figured you four wouldn’t want to leave her side either way.” 

“Yeah, I’m not leaving her anywhere. Hmm. She’s too fragile to ask this question right now. Do we have a timeframe of when they are looking to discharge her?”

“No not really,” Hyunjin said. 

“Okay, can you find that out for me? At least an estimation, I want to give her as much time as possible to be somewhat calmer. If she can’t make a decision I’ll take her somewhere with me, get her away where she can process a little. Thanks, Hyunjin.” 

“You don’t need to thank me,” Hyunjin said. When both of them went back inside they walked in on you starting to look a little more yourself. You were looking around and then looked at Bin.

“Hello Angel, how are you feeling?” Bin asked. 

“M’good… But I want something.” You looked guilty which made him laugh.

“Let me guess….” He looked intently at you thinking…. “Hmmmm… you hungry?”

You nodded your head, “But not just anything…” You trailed off. 

Seungmin knew that face… You have a craving. He’s thinking about how he is going to get you what you want without causing suspicion. Lately, it’s been for Felix’s brownies. There were a lot of questions he had to answer and luckily he knew exactly how to answer them. 

Bin’s face scrunched up, “Craving?” he asked. 

You nodded. The suspense is killing Seungmin, they could’ve been halfway to the car by now. “Let me guess,” Seungmin said.

Everyone looked at him, “Felix’s Brownies?” 

You nodded at Seungmin. You weren’t panicking or anything. You have full confidence that he would protect your privacy. 

Minho could tell something as he said, “How did you know that, Kim Seungmin?” He had a quizzical look about him as Seungmin smirked. 

“Listen I know exactly how addicting those things are, they are the reason why I got yelled at by management before last comeback. I also know that she loves chocolate, so put two and two together.” Seungmin smirked.

“Ok…. so why are they at her house and not ours?” Minho asked, grinning like a cat that got the cream. 

“You tell me what’ll survive longer at our house, Minho… Chicken shakes or Brownies?” He smirked eyes narrowing. 

Minho said nothing and Seungmin said, “Exactly… My brownie stash is at their place, they had a better chance of surviving there, especially with Hyunjin’s bottomless pit of a stomach. All Birdie asked was that I brought a sacrificial pan for her.”  He is lying through his teeth right now. All three were for you and he happily let you eat all of it in front of him, knowing you were probably lacking Magnesium. Of course, he wasn’t reckless, he’d check your sugar levels and would walk with you to keep them down. 

Felix laughed as he said, “That’s why you had me bake five of them and only two were in the house the next day??” 

Seungmin nodded, “Speaking of.” he thought for a second as he said, “We are down to how many, Birdie?” 

You looked up at him and said, “Ok so first…. Did I mention you are so loved by me and your friendship means the WORLD to me…”

“Birdie? Out with it.”

“Half a pan, Minnie.” Seungmin’s jaw dropped, again, at completely known information already. He should get a performance award or something. “I have a weakness for delicious deserts and I am not above admitting that, can you go by the house and get it, Minnie?” Bin couldn’t find it in himself not to coo at you.

“You are so adorable it’s criminal. I can’t handle you.” He said absentmindedly as his shoulders slumped in acceptance.

“Am I so adorable that you’ll go with Minnie to get it?” You smiled wide, as if to make yourself more cute, not that you could to Binnie. 

“Angel… I’m not comfortable leaving you...” Bin said.

“I knoooooooow but I’m really craving it. Please, Binnie” You did the cute eyes, the jutting lip… the same exact look that made his stomach do summersaults and his heart explode since he’s met you.

“Yah  Angel, with the face, and the…” he took in a lungful of air. “Fiiiiiine fine fine. Okay, I’ll go, okay. Because you asked.”

You smiled at him and said, “Thank you thank you thank you!!”

The whole ride was not too bad, passed in silence mostly. Bin was gearing himself up to be in that house again. He’s learned a lot about Chan, the thing above all is to stay calm. He’s just wondering if that is even a possibility at this point. Just seeing him makes Bin want to put Chris’ face through the nearest brick wall. Yes, he knows it’ll take multiple times to get his head through it, and if there is one thing he knows, the wall will win, but Bin was damn sure going to try. 

When they parked Bin was the first to say, “We go in… we get the snacks and we leave.” He said it more for himself than anything. As he opened the door he saw Chris which didn’t surprise him, being on the phone did.

He smirked up at Bin as he said, “Of course I didn’t mean it, I love you, Baby, you know that.”

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[xuzuitengenx]

Bonten! Kokonoi Hajime x Top Male Reader NSFW Oneshot (Wattpad)

Warning(s): Semi-public, Oversimulation, Multiple orgasms, Toys, Riding, Slight Degradation?

Genre—Lemon

-Kokonoi Hajime

•

Heavy breathing were heard by the white hair male as he was struggling to not let out moans while he was sitting in a club with Bonten and M/N.

"Yo, Kokonoi? You good?" Asked one of the Haitanis, Rindou.

Kokonoi nodded, afraid to verbally answer as he glances at M/N.

M/N was also stealing glances from Kokonoi as he had a sly smirk on his lips while he saw how Kokonoi is reacting to the vibrator that is in him.

M/N also had a small remote in his hand which was hidden in his pants pockets and he puts the vibrator's level up, making Kokonoi slightly jolt up as he pressed his hand on to his mouth quickly.

'I fucking hate M/N..so much.." Kokonoi thought as he felt pleasure from the vibrator.

Kokonoi felt the need to cum but he didn't since he doesn't want to stain his expensive pants.

"Koko, you don't look so good. You need me to take you back?" M/N's voice rang through Kokonoi's ears.

"M-mhm." Kokonoi hummed in agreement, getting up from his seat with M/N's help as his legs were softly trembling due to the simulation.

"Fuck you.." Kokonoi whispered to M/N as they were walking out of the club and M/N just smiles.

•

M/N took Kokonoi to his luxurious penthouse where they immediately started to make out in the elevator.

In the middle of the makeout, Kokonoi broke it.

"Lemme ride you tonight, M/N.."

"Sure. Anything for you~" M/N whispered against his ear before licking the shell of it, causing Kokonoi whimper softly.

--

"M/N- Fuck~"

"What? Hmm? Am I making you feel good, Koko~"

Kokonoi felt the L/N's hand holding his hips as he helped guiding them down to his cock which made the white hair male let out a loud moan.

"Aah~! God~" Kokonoi threw his head back as he felt M/N's cock inside of him again, making him dig his nails in M/N due the immense pleasure of both love bites that M/N doing on his neck and Kokonoi riding M/N.

"P-please~ Faster- Ahh~!"

Lifting his hips again and slamming back down, receiving moans from the both of them, the sound of skin slapping as the pace of the upward thrusting and bouncing sped up from both parties.

"Haa~! I'm g-gonna- Ahhh~!!" Kokonoi moans as he came between him and M/N.

"Ngh~ Came already~?" M/N continued his upward thrusting as he smirks at the overstimulated look on Kokonoi's face.

"A-ahh~!"

M/N felt Kokonoi's bouncing started to slow down as his hips began to give up on him. He then flipped them over which made Kokonoi's back touch M/N's bed.

The pleasurable loud moans kept erupting from Kokonoi as he felt M/N's cock crushing his prostate, making him lose his mind.

"Look at you.. Practically dumbfucked~" M/N muttered lusty to Kokonoi as he whined at the dirty words that came out of M/N's mouth.

"C-cumming~! G-gah~!" Kokonoi's eyes welled up with tears as he came. M/N didn't stop his thrusting. He was quite intrigued.

"Fuckk~I'm gonna cum now~ Haa~" M/N moaned out before he came inside of Kokonoi that made Kokonoi moan, feeling the warm liquid entering into him.

They were both out of breath of the intense sex they had.

M/N was going to pull out before Kokonoi wrapped his legs around his waist more strongly, only half way out of Kokonoi.

"More.. Please..?" Kokonoi whispered as he had a pleading look on his face while tears laid on his cheeks and drool dripping out from his lips.

M/N felt himself get hard once more before he shoved himself inside Kokonoi once again that caused a loud moan to leave Kokonoi.

"Fuck yess~ H-haa~"

"I'm going to make you my cock slut. Would you want that, hmm?" M/N rubbed the pale thighs of Kokonoi that were still around his waist.

"Please, sir~"

"Ha~ Fine then.."

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[luvneymar]

(9) MAKE AMENDS — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: you make amends with Neymar’s family when they show up out wanting to meet their new family member

WARNINGS: sexual content, oral sex, cunnilingus, blow-job etc.

“Babe have you seen Davi’s pacifier?” Neymar yelled out from the other side of the house holding a crying Davi on his hip, ever since you brought Valentina home it’s been survival of the fittest all day everyday.

It was only 10:00am and you both were already so exhausted you were basically sleepwalking, your boobs were so sore even the fabric of your shirt rubbing against them made you shiver in pain, you had horrific dark circles & eye-bags & you were pretty sure that there was spit on your shirt along with vomit in your hair.

“How would I know?” You yelled back trying to sooth your crying baby, she was adorable when she was quiet but when she was awake it was like an apocalypse.

The constant crying from your baby made you also burst into tears as you couldn’t find any more ways to comfort her to stop her crying, you sat down holding her & patting her butt which did absolutely no good.

The noise from the other side of the house calm down making you and Valentina’s crying the only noise left to silence itself, Neymar made his way to the living room where you sat bawling your eyes out but not as loudly as your daughter was.

“Oh My love.” Neymar walked towards you picking up his daughter & patting her on the back as he sat down beside you stroking your hair soothing you both until you stopped crying.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I don’t remembering it being this hard when Davi was a baby.” You slid down onto the rug laying down on your back to stare at the ceiling. As you laid down you felt something squishy on the back of your head.

“There’s nothing wrong with you princesa, you just forgot how to do this because Davi is older.” Neymar reminded you scared to let go of Valentina to comfort you, she could go off at any moment.

You pulled it out from under you and lifted it up to find out what it is, Davi’s pacifier. “Found it.” You threw it at the wall you sat back up and pulled out another piece of something out of your hair.

You closed your eyes just for a moment before Valentina begun to cry again, this time letting out her cry for hunger. You almost begun to cry again just feeling how sensitive your boobs have been ever since you brought your baby home 3 months ago.

You groaned out about to pull your bra off before remembering that there was breastmilk in the fridge. Silently thanking God before getting up to go warm the bottle. “It’s your turn to feed her, I’ll warm up the bottle.”

As you shuffled your way to the kitchen the front-door rang, thinking it was the food you ordered for you and Neymar you walked towards the door baby bottle in hand.

As you shook the milk in the bottle you reached for the door handle just for Neymar to beat you to the punch, he has a suspicious look on his face causing you to raise your eyebrow.

“Don’t worry lemme get it, Hold Vale for me please.” You held your fussing baby who tried to grab at her cold bottle of milk, as you fought with your baby Neymar opened the door revealing who was at the door.

“You’re not takeout.” You stared at Neymar’s family who stood in your doorway holding gift baskets and food. They stood there with sheepish looks on their face waiting for you to invite them in.

As you all stood in the doorway your hungry baby interrupted with a loud cry signalling she was hungry, very hungry. You excused yourself quickly walking to the kitchen basically slamming the milk into the microwave.

Neymar welcomed his family inside ushering them into the dirty living covered in baby toys and baby bottles. Then he went to the kitchen to check on you knowing he scared you a bit with the sudden visits.

Before he walked in he checked your mood, seeing the regular tired as shit look on your face he processed picking up his daughter who sat in her baby chair.

“Look I know I didn’t tell you but they haven’t even met here yet and it’s been 3 months!” Neymar tried to reason with you despite you being totally silence even when handing him the warm bottle.

“You could’ve at-least told me.” You said quietly fiddling with your fingers, you guys talked about what had happened months ago but you never had the courage to actually reach out and apologize to your “in-laws.”

“I know. Sorry.” He muttered, just as he was about to put the bottle to her mouth he looked up at you. “Do you think my mom can feed her?” He asked with hopefulness in his eyes.

You weighed the pros and cons before nodding giving Neymar the go-ahead, he smiled and kissed your head before walking out of the kitchen to where his family sat.

You followed him into the living room sitting beside him as you both watched Neymar’s parents cooed over their new grand-baby. The amount of love in their eyes for the little baby in their hands made you smile.

“Ney she has your eyes.” His mother laughed out caressing Valentina’s chin, You smiled at the sight in-front of you laying on Neymar’s shoulder.

As you laid on his shoulder your eyes closed on their own as you both took a 40 second quick power nap before Neymar’s younger sister scared you awake with the classic “boo!”

You both jolted up thinking Valentina was up again not even registering that it was a whole other noise. “You guys can go upstairs and take a shower, you stink really badly.”

Neymar chuckled before turning to you just to see your eyes closed once again. He picked you up on his back taking you to the bedroom. since you both reached there he shook you awake.

“Baby come one we gotta take a shower.” He pulled you into the bathroom helping you remove your clothes staring from your shirt and bra, of course that didn’t without him groping your breasts.

“I don’t want too.” You whined stepping out of your pants as Neymar pulled it down along with your underwear. You stepped into the shower hot water hitting your skin immediately waking you up

“You smell though.” Neymar commented as he undressed himself before stepping into the shower with you. His hands felt up your ass before slapping it causing you to smile.

“You’re a meanie.” You turned around wrapping your hands around his neck before pulling him into a passionate kiss with tongue and everything. His hands met with your naked ass again grabbing it, slapping it doing anything and everything to it.

“You love me though.” You pulled away from him before joining your lips again this time more aggressively. As your wet bodies pressed against each other only separating for minimal air.

“Mmh, I do.” You pulled away raking your fingers through his hair for a while before, he pulled you in for a quick kiss which turned into multiple kisses down your neck, then down your stomach, finally meeting your groin.

“God I missed this.” You stepped back to sit on the bench thing in the shower Neymar still holding onto your hips before sliding down to your thighs. You spread your legs while Neymar placed your thighs on his shoulder finally meeting eye to eye with your pussy.

“Clearly so did you, your so wet.” Neymar dragged his fingers through your heat while he maintained eye contact with you all throughout causing your cunt to throb.

Just as you were going to send another snarky comeback his way you moaned out loud at the feeling of his warm tongue along your clit & fingers easing into your pussy curling it just right. You grabbed onto his hair curling your toes at the feeling.

Neymar might’ve missed it but nobody has missed sex as much as you, you arched your back as his tongue migrated from your clit to your pussy as he pulled his fingers out just to insert his tongue in.

Your hand trembled as you tugged on his hair biting your lip as hard as you could trying not to alert anyone as to what you’re doing. Neymar removed his tongue from your cunt before looking back up at you playing with your pussy.

He winks at you diving right back in with his tongue going right for the orgasm, your hands snake their way down to your clit to push yourself towards coming before Neymar slaps your hand away.

As he continues teasing you, you can feel your climax building at a rapid rate. You gripped Neymar’s wet hair as you moaned out in pleasure as your body slightly shook at the feeling of coming.

Once you opened your eyes you saw Neymar smiling back at you kissing at your thighs, you tried to stand up but almost slipped at your shaky legs and the water on the floor of the shower.

“Wanna return the favour?” Neymar asking holding you steady, he had a sheepish look on his face slightly embarrassed about asking for head.

“Gladly” You pushed him onto the shower bench bending down before meeting face to face with his cock. Making your way from the base to the sensitive flushed tip.

You licked along the side while keeping eye contact with him watching him gulp deeply, his face was flushed as he threw his head back, hands gripped the edge of the bench.

Neymar is a dominant person both on the pitch and in bed but it seems whenever you give him head he turns into a whining mess of pleasure. Placing just the tip in your mouth you swirled your tongue around it stroking the base & cupping his balls.

Just as you were going to tease him more he thrusted his hips upwards forcing his entire cock into your mouth, you gagged before pulling away wiping the spit from your mouth.

You continued you stroke his cock gradually increasingly the speed until he cock behind to twitch, “Coming already? What a baby.” Neymar whimpered as you placed his tip into your mouth again moving down his length gradually until you reach your point of intolerance.

“Princesa Im gonna cum.” Neymar announced, gripping the edge of the bench so hard his knuckles turned white. You stroked him faster until he came on your face and chest leaving you looking particularly lewd.

“You made me feel much dirtier than I’ve felt in months.” You laughed sucking off the excess come off your fingers, Neymar got up from the bench and grabbed you by your waist.

“Jump.” He whispered in your ear catching you by your ass as you jumped into his arms, he walked towards the glass facing the mirror side of the room. Your ass against the cold glass & Neymar’s hot body against your breast along with the hot water on each of your bodies felt euphoric as he slid his cock up and down your folds.

“Ready?” He asked you with a smile before slipping it in getting not used to the feeling of the of your warm walls closing in on his length.

You pulled him in for a quick kiss as he begun to thrust in and out of you hitting your ass against the glass repeatedly making more noise than needed.

“Hell yeah.” You whispered into his ear with a raspy voice throwing your head back at the feeling of having sex with your boyfriend for the first time in months.

—

You both spent so much time in the bathroom that the water had ran cold by the time you were finished in there. It’s funny because a few minutes before you both were ready to fall asleep appreciative for the time away from your screaming baby.

As you dried your hair in-front of the vanity Neymar walked back into the bath to drop off his used towel. He stopped in his tracks as he noticed you were only wearing a towel that covered your lower region, boobs out and all.

“Are you trying to tempt me?” He whispered into ear kissing behind it all the down to your collarbone, you giggled before shooting him away from your hickey covered neck.

“No way I already at a hard time cleaning out your… deposit.” You replied tossing your used towel into the hamper walking into the bedroom buttass naked.

You both got dressed into pyjamas in silence preparing to head back downstairs where Neymar’s family were, you checked the time and realized it has been almost 3 hours since you left your baby with them.

“We should go back quickly, it’s been too long.” Just as you were going to waked out of the bedroom Neymar stopped you to just stare at you with a goofy smile on his face.

“What?” You asked placing your hands on-top of his shoulders, despite the romantic action you looked at him with a suspicious look.

“Nothing, I just love you.” He kissed you quickly before pulling you out of the bedroom so you both could make your way to the living room. As you walked in you both were met with silence.

No crying baby, no messy living room, baby is fed & Davi is taking his afternoon nap. It felt as if God had blessed you with some type of guardian angel.

“Took you guys long enough, Mom & Dad are in the nursery playing with Vale. Davi here fell asleep after a competitive game of uno.” You jumped the sound of Rafaella’s voice in the “dark”

“Oh.” You replied before sitting down beside her, ever since that day you’ve been pretty awkward around her despite her constantly saying it was okay and you were cool.

“Thanks Rafa.” As you both sat in silence Neymar’s parents came back from the Nursery holding a baby-cam tired looks on their faces. Once they realized that you both were back their faces straightened up.

They made their way to the couch sitting on a separate side from you & Neymar. Now you all sat in silence not knowing what to say to each other.

Neymar’s mother moved to your side of the couch & grabbed both of your hands looking deeply into your eyes.“I’m sorry for what happened a few months ago. I overstepped majorly, it won’t happen again.”

You smiled at her & just as you were going to issue your own apology she pulled you in for a hug assuming your smile was a reaction of forgiveness. “It’s okay I forgive you, if anything it’s my fault.”

As you both pulled away you all sat in comfortable silence before Neymar’s mother start again with a snarky comment. “You guys were in there for a while & don’t think for a second we didn’t catch onto what you guys were doing.”

You dug your face into the pillow sitting on your lap in embarrassment of being caught doing such lewd things, you didn’t know what was more humiliating having your in-laws hear you have sex with your boyfriend or your son potentially hearing it.

“It was a moment of weakness.” Neymar cut the conversation short with that statement, as he did his mother noticed the ring sitting on your finger; your ring finger to be exact.

“Are you guys getting married?”

“Oh yeah I forgot to tell you, she’s gonna be my bride soon. Not that I didn’t already consider her to be my bride.” Neymar mentions causally as if it was a piece of regular information.

“So does that mean you can finally call me mother in law?”

“I guess so.”

Your mother in law hugged you tightly admiring the ring on your hand along with her daughter as they tried to guess how many carats was in the diamond.

You smiled at this moment, a moment of joy and happiness that you shared with the people you called family. Sure you had your moments but other than that there’s no other place you’d rather be.

“I love you Ney.” You whispered into his ear leaning in before kissing his cheek and pulling away. As his mother fawned over your ring Neymar got up and pulled you away picking you up bridal style

“We’re getting married!” He shouted out spinning you both in an circle, laughing at his insanely ridiculous action.

“Yes we are! Now put me down!” You yelled back at him unable to get a proper sentence out without laughing, as you laughed he pulled you in for a kiss forgetting his family was literally behind you both.

You wrapped your hands around his neck & his around your waist as you both were in your own world holding each other tightly planning to never let go. “I love you too my love.”

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[goo-berz]

Talking about Vivziepops' weird art of minors

I've never been the biggest fan of Vivziepop, I've always knew about their weird behavior (since like 2018 ~ 2019) before they were as popular as they are now.

She has done a lot of weird stuff but the thing I mainly wanna focus on in this post is their character Addison. Addison is a 17 year old gay effeminate fox humanoid from Zoophobia, he's in a relationship with a 19 year old Teacher's assistant named Gustav. Many people get confused by this but Addison has been CONFIRMED to be 17 years old by Vivziepop. Someone had changed Addison's Fandom Wiki page back in 2019 to say they're 18, when this is not true, Vivzie has confirmed they're 17. I did go back and change the age to 17 on the Wiki with the correct age in hopes that people stop believing incorrect information.

Vivzie confirming their age: https://twitter.com/vivziepop/status/1128064633166712832

The tags in this post brings up the fact that Addison is nearly 18 - not 18 yet - They're still 17.

Edit: Oh yeah, I want to add on context to this tag: "I should mention the characters canon ages are higher then when I first made them because as I wrote the story any big age gaps were uncomfy"

I've heard multiple older fans of Vivziepop say that Addison was originally meant to be 14-15 years old, and I've heard that Gustav was originally meant to be in his 30s.

Addison was created 2010, She began shipping Gustav with Addison in 2011, and Zoophobia began in 2012. So the fact she shipped a 14-15 year old character with a 30 year old one to begin with, and encouraged her friend to draw intense NSFW art of them together is so.. weird.

Anyways, Vivzie also hints at Addison being a minor, using wording indicating how young they are in age in their Blogpost introducing the character

"I finally created a few concepts, but the one I have been toying with the most is a young character much like Gale. An albino boy, with an identical albino sister"

If you need more proof, Addison is also preyed on by Mirage, a character that SPECIFICALLY goes after minors... that's basically her main personality trait, that she's a p3d0. She goes after Addison because he's a young submissive boy and easy to manipulate.

Anyways, back on topic. I personally I don't see anything wrong with the age gap of 17 & 19, however I do think it's weird to have this relationship between Addison and Gustav.. he's not exactly a teacher, but he still holds power over Addison due to the fact he's the voluntary teacher's assistant. Back when Zoophobia was popular there were people who found this dynamic weird & creepy considering the fact that Addison is basically a student under Gustav. Also, I just wanna bring this up because I find this weird, Gustav was originally under the impression that Addison was a year one student and much younger than he actually is, yet he still tried to flirt with him.. erm..? Yeah..

Anyways, that isn't the main point. The point is that Vivzie DREW NSFW OF HER 17 YEAR OLD CHARACTER AND HIS 19 YEAR OLD TEACHER... erm.. holy cracker balls? Literally how can anyone excuse these?

Vivzie also drew Gore of Addison too, but I won't post it here cus it's very graphic and weird and idk why she drew it!!

And .. possibly the worst drawing of them all.. Holy titties what is this... If you're wondering, the stuff under the censors is ACTUAL NSFW. It's not suggestive, or implied s3x, It's their ACTUAL WEE WEEs.

These accounts are poorly archived, so it's hard to find the original post and what it originally said. However after some digging I was able to find out the original text said

“ dollcreep: “ i can only see ‘dark-Günter’ exposing him and addi to a public area like so…so. yeah. Günter says; merry Christmas. god this question is super old. vivz reminded me about it"

So, I'm assuming that Dollcreep drew this, not Vivzie. However I was also able to find out from the limited resources there is that Vivzie reposted this to her accounts Vivzie-zp (unarchived) and ZPanswers, which are also now deleted, but if you view the accounts tumblr archives over the Wayback machine you can see that she did indeed repost this. http://web.archive.org/web/20120801182958/http://zpanswers.tumblr.com/archive

If you don't know, Dollcreep and Vivzie used to be best friends, however aren't anymore. Dollcreep originally designed Gustav, originally named Gunter, and Vivzie bought the design from them. Vivzie designed Addison back around 2010, and taking into account the old caption, this means that Vivzie.. allowed Dollcreep to draw NSFW art of their underaged character ;-; oh my gawd!!! Whatthe heck guys... like I said at this time Addison was still 14 - 15 and Gustav (Gunter) was in his 30s.

Also I want to mention that this drawing was from 2011, so that means Vivzie had this pedophilic ship with Dollcreeps OC for years, & after she bought the rights to the character she decided to.. keep the pedophilic ship and write it into Zoophobia by making him Addisons teacher. That's crazy..?

Anyways, because I brought up Mirage. Mirage is written pretty bad. She was a character meant to be in.. or scrapped from Zoophobia, she was meant to be a villain who preyed on the kids, mainly Addison. Her main trait is that she likes kids

Vivzie's made a bunch of drawings of Mirage preying on kids which I think is pretty weird, especially considering how poorly some of them represent it and make it seem like a joke instead.

and yeah, we all know about this infamous drawing she made of Mirage preying on Kestrel, a 14 year old. Pretty weird

Also when I looked at the web archive of Vivzie's ZPanswers blog (a Zoophobia ask blog) she accepted many weird asks about Kestrel, 14, and Addison, 17, like an ask asking if Kestrel had ever been fucked by a horse & how Kestrel, Addison & others would act when they were drunk. Which is also pretty weird to me I won't lie

Anyways that's all for now. Sorry if this is all over the place its 4am and I just wanted to get my thoughts out that vivziepop is kinda a weirdo

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[huboi]

GENSHIN BOYS WITH AN AUTISTIC S/O HEADCANONS (INAZUMA BOYS)⚡️

character(s) — ayato, thoma, heizou, kazuha, itto, gorou

reader’s gender is not specified, nor is their race. I always try to make my fanfics as inclusive as possible

tw/cw — none ig, lemme know if there are any

note(s) — I made this as an autistic person, however this may not include like every trait of someone with autism if that makes sense. PLS DON’T USE THIS FANFIC TO SELF DIAGNOSE URSELF WITH AUTISM, it’s important to get professionally diagnosed due to overlapping symptoms

AYATO

sadly he’s usually busy with being the head of the yashiro commission so he can’t spend as much time with u as he would like to

if u have certain comfort foods? he’s defo asking his maids to make the highest quality version of said food

you stim? he’s ok with that, it doesn’t bother him at all, as long as ur happy. if u want him to he will get you fidget toys

you have hyperfixations? tell him about them, he may not seem like he’s listening whilst he’s signing some documents from other clans, but he is listening to ever single thing ur saying, he’s a very observant guy

his sister loves u and is fully understanding of ur different behaviours, she actually thinks it makes you very unique. whenever ayato is not around due to his work, ayaka is always available for stuff you need too, she’s always happy to help her future sibling in law :))

thoma is also very supportive of you, all of your needs will be met as soon as you ask for them. he sees you as a good friend, so dw about being a burden, he loves u as a brother would

you struggle to make eye contact? that is a ok, ayato doesn’t mind, he knows that ur still listening to him, he refuses to force you to make eye contact with him if it makes you uncomfortable

don’t like large crowded areas? perfect! he doesn’t really like crowded areas himself due to all the attention that’s on him due to his high status, he knows the perfect places in inazume where there are no people

don’t like loud noises? that’s ok too, he will make sure to buy you noise cancelling headphones just in case you need them at any time

one time another clan group came over to his to deal business, and when they noticed you avoiding eye contact and fidgeting with ur hands, they made a snide comment on how you were acting weirdly

safe to say ayato refuses their deal, no one talks to his partner like that and gets away with it Scott free

don’t worry, he comforted you straight after they were gone from ur sights, he even made sure his day after was free so he could spend it with u <33

THOMA

this malewife is just the absolute perfect boyfie to have that’ll be so accepting and understanding of ur autism

sometimes he will ask questions about certain things, u don’t have to answer them tho, he just wants to understand a bit further in depth so he can support you as best as he can

if u ever get overstimulated for whatever reason, he will grab tomaramura for u to cuddle with or just to be there for emotionel support (forgot how to spell the dogs name) (ignore this if ur allergic to dogs)

if u can’t make eye contact he won’t mind, he just wants u to be as comfy as possible around him

if u have comfort foods don’t worry at all, like this man’s got u covered, he’s the best chef tbh, man can cook. he doesn’t care if it’s simple or the most complicated thing to make, he will make it

u have hyperfixations? he loves to hear about them, u can swear he has love hearts in his eyes whenever you talk about what you love

in return, he will talk about the animals that he helps look after, even shows you some of the clothes he’s knitting them🥺

don’t like loud crowded areas? that’s fine, he doesn’t mind a nice walk on the beachside when it’s quiet and peaceful

if ur clingy he lives for that, like hug him all you want, he doesn’t mind. he’s cooking? u can hug him, he’s cleaning? hug him, he can multitask

if anyone ever makes fun of you or belittles u for being autistic, you swear that thoma becomes a different person alltogether, like- where’d ur man go?

dw after he’s done with them he will comfort you sm, cuddles, kisses n anything else u need, he’s on it <33

HEIZOU

at first, he’s not the best with knowing what to do or how to support you, but throughout the relationship he gets way better at understanding you

if ur unable to understand sarcasm, don’t worry, he will let you know if he’s being sarcastic or not, if u want him to tell u that is

doesn’t mind if ur clingy, he lives for that shit. cling to him all u want, he just basks in it, he’s also quite clingy at times, so he appreciates it being reciprocated

if u don’t like loud crowded areas, he’ll try his best to take you places where it’s more quiet or less people are around. if he’s unable to do so, he will just drag you throughout the city until you find a nice quiet spot to relax

if u have certain comfort foods he will buy them when he can, he’s not the best cook, but he’ll try his best when he does cook

if u don’t like making eye contact he’s fine with that too, he can still talk to you and you can still talk to him so what’s the problem?

have hyperfixations? great, he does too. sometimes you guys just end up talking about ur hyperfixations and when u realise the time it’s already night time somehow

one time you were attacked by some samurai cause they thought you were an easy target, safe to say that heizou literally kicked their asses for you :))

KAZUHA

when u tell him ur autistic, he just lightly smiles and says “I know love, the wind already told me”

he always knows whenever ur overstimulated, u don’t have to say/do anything, he has it covered

hate loud noises? if ur on the crux ship then kazuha will ask beidou if the crew and her could possibly keep it down a notch

hate crowded places? he has the perfect spots where only the wind resides, they’re always so calming as well

if u have comfort foods then he will make them or buy them when possible

don’t worry if u can’t make eye contact, he’s totally chill with it, doesn’t bother him at all

if ur clingy he’s fine with that too, you can cling to him as much as you would like and he won’t bat an eye

if u have hyperfixations he will just sit down and listen to them, he can listen to them for hours no matter what

one time a new crew member poked fun at you for your autism, safe to say that they were no longer a crew member the next day

even tho beidou is pretty boisterous and loud, she always tries her best to tone down her tone when speaking with you, she has a small soft spot for you and often buys you ur comfort foods when she has extra mora <33

ARATAKI ITTO

this himbo oni loves you for who you are, like he doesn’t care you have autism, he still thinks ur the coolest person ever, however ur still numero dos, he’s numero uno

whenever ur feeling overstimulated he will get out ushi and let you cuddle with him, if not then he can just be there for emotional support

whenever he has his gang around he always asks them to tone it down just a notch if ur also there, he doesn’t like to be the cause of ur discomfort

clingy asf, like if ur clingy he’s like so happy, hugs for days, kisses for days, just fluffy shenanigans all day

whenever you start stimming he copies you, not in a mean way, he actually enjoys stimming with you, if you want him to of course, if not then he’ll just annoy kuki or sum

one time a member of the tenryo commission made fun of you... safe to say you and kuki had to bust him out of jail again

speaking of kuki she is like amazing with you, very supportive and is the one to go to when ittos not around and up to his shenanigans

have comfort foods? he will buy them when he can, can’t buy them often since he and the gang are sadly broke

talking about ur hyperfixations all day? talking about ur hyperfixations all day :) u and him will both take turns talking about ur current hyperfixations

he’s trying his best ok <33

GOROU

best emotional support dog/hj

when ur feeling overstimulated u don’t have to say anything, he will sense ur overstimulated and cuddle you if you want, he will also let u play with his ears and tail if desired

won’t take for you being picked on by anyone that resides on watatsumi island, he wil give them a very stern talking to, and he’s a general so he can be quite strict when he needs to be

if ur clingy he is too, case solved. no but srs, he’s a dog boy, what did u expect? whenever u guys hug you can hear his tail wagging and thuming on whateverur sitting on

have comfort foods? not to worry, he’s on the case, he will cook for you, don’t test him, cause he will no matter what!

doesn’t mind if u can’t make eye contact, sometimes even he struggles to make eye contact, and he’s a general!

sadly because of his job as a general of an army oftentimes he’s unable to really see you or spend lots of time with you, so when he does have time off you guys make the most of it by spending as much time together as possible

in short, he’s an amazing boyfie who won’t hesitate to receive and give affection when possible <33

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[officialhunterthefox]

I am not gonna Pin this since I have my intro pinned so yall can reblog this a bunch of times if y’want

(If there are spelling mistakes its due to me typing so fast)😭

LEMME GIVE SOME BACKSTORY INTO VIRUSKILLER! KINITO‼️‼️

Kinito, being on the windows XP computer was deleted by the user, stuck in the abyss of code for a few years. He still secretly could access some files, even if they were trashed with him, he noticed there was less trash files and assumed that this computer is useless to the user. He checked his own files and noticed he had many updates for his code, he was a bit hesitant but he pressed the “OK” button, his whole code, form, and body was transformed into the data, satellites, and the wifi of the users home. He looked and noticed his body was entirely new, his code was improved and he could do so much more. He used this new ability to travel through the wifi of the home to find a new device that the user uses most. He found the Windows 10 location and entered the new device. He was surprised that this computer was so, new. As he was about to make himself comfortable the device made an error saying he was a virus that went past the firewall, he was upset at this and realized he entered a device with somewhat good security. He went to go online and download himself onto the device so it wouldn’t delete him, one it did he hid the app and managed to make himself indestructible and unremovable. After a few months he got another new update, asking if “Would you want kinitopet.exe to be replaced?” He said no obviously, and suddenly many pixels and loud noises began to happen, he realized a virus was trying to get in and obliterated each one. Though,, it was a bit sadistic the way he did. As he killed off the viruses he was becoming more powerful… he didn’t want ALL of the power and decided something. He looked into his code and file and created something entirely new to kinitopet. Syrma, was her name, an exact duplicate of him, besides the female and slightly different colors. He knew his story would be a bit different now and would teach this little girl to not do the same decisions as him. Kinito is a virus but is way more stable and controlling in his power (don’t question why he is a virus.)

- this one is the FICTIONAL creators pov (the creator of kinito.pet) -

The creator decided to improve kinito, but noticed many people wouldn’t interact with kinito and made syrma, kinito was oblivious to that fact and assumed he created syrma. Before the creator made syrma they manipulated her and taught her how to be a menace to users. Meanwhile kinito taught her how to help and teach users and respect them. Syrma can turn into a virus at anytime, which is why this photo exists

Alright, now the reason why kinito is distant with his friends: The creator forced them all apart, as they were forced they all technically moved on. (Sam and kinito send secret emails to another, while kinito and jade never see each other but jade is helpful to babysit syrma at anytime.)

Quick sam info: He works for a sea life resort and protects all sea life

Quick jade info: She is a billionaire due to making so many toys, she donates a lot to charity and poor around the world.

Once you interact with VirusKiller!Kinito, he will ask you why you deleted him, and assume it was a mistake. (He is very clingy and desperate for the user to come back, and once they do he may get very pushy and shower you with gifts, tending to follow you around anywhere on your browser.)

(Edited version under photos)

Facts and sillies:

VirusKiller!Kinito is a very, tired and overwhelmed guardian of syrma, always dealing with her,,, special actions,,,

Kinito holds a grudge against the user but hides it very well. He plans one day to get his payback.

Syrma and Kinito HATE their creator, parental issues lmao.

Kinito has 4 monster forms.

Syrma has 2 monster forms.

Syrma has selective mutism around certain people. Syrma also used to have a blind right eye which soon was cured.

Both kinito and syrma are extremely flexible and don't really have "bones" due to being digital.

Syrma usually squeaks around people she trusts, or when she is happy.

Syrma cannot detect viruses unlike kinito, due to her meant to be a virus.

Kinito has BAD anger issues and can physically make the computer overheat.

#officialhunterthefox #fandom #kinitopet #kinito #kinito the axolotl #kinitopetgame #kinitopet sam #kinitopet jade #kinito fanart #kinito my beloved #kinitoohtfversion #kinito au #kinito oc #ohtf.version2.16kinitoau #viruskiller!kinito #heswaitingforyou…

[topguncortez]

Alternate Attraction- J. Seresin

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x shy!wife word count: 7.5k (I apologize greatly for what im about to do) warnings: major character death, sadness, toxic parents, cursing, grieving, depression, nightmares, childbirth. synopsis: what if Jake never came home from the Uranium Plant? can be read as a stand alone in the Opposites Attract Universe. part 1, part 2, part 3

A/N: it was hurt everyone in the server hours today and i’m carrying it on. So enjoy:) and lemme tell ya this… no one is safe… (looking at you bob). Also thanks to @blue-aconite and @callsign-phoenix for beta reading:)

Y/N and Alex ate Jake’s favorite meal on the back patio. She tried to put on the best act that she could, smiling and telling Alex that Jake would be home soon. But as the sun set behind the clouds it was clear to Y/N, Jake was not coming home. Y/N gave Alex a bath and dressed him in his favorite pajamas and tucked him into bed. She held him extra tight, and read two books instead of the usual just one. 

“Momma,” Alex asked her, “Dada come home?” 

“Tomorrow baby,” Y/N sighed as she rubbed his back. He snuggled into her further, nuzzling his head in her neck. This was probably one of her favorite things about having Alex to herself. He seemed to be more glued to Jake when it came to bedtime, than her. She missed the snuggles she would get with her baby boy. 

“He still on ship?” Alex asked, his blue eyes filled with confusion. 

“Yep,” She kissed his forehead, “He’s on his way home to us. Him, and Uncle Rooster, and Aunt Phoenix and Un-” 

“Uncle Bob!?” 

“Yes,” Y/N laughed, “Even Uncle Bob. Remember what we do when Daddy comes home? We have to go to base and wait for him to come in with all the other mommies and babies.” 

Alex nodded tiredly, and yawned, “Love you, momma,”

“I love you too, come on, let’s get you tucked in.” 

Y/N tucked her son in, and gently ran her hand over his blonde hair. She lingered in the doorway a bit longer, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, before walking down to her empty bedroom. She hated sleeping alone, ever since she was little. Y/N could remember as a child finding her way to her parents or siblings rooms, sleeping either in their beds or on the floor next to them. It got even worse when she met Jake, the first deployment was rough and she found herself sleep deprived and cranky. 

She laid on her side of the bed, on her back. She watched as the blades of the ceiling fan moved around in a circle, slowly overhead. There was too much excitement and nervousness in her body to let her mind rest. A smile crept to her face at the thought of by this time tomorrow night, she would be back in her husband’s arms. 

— — — 

“Mommy!” Alex yelled loudly from the bathroom. 

“What baby?” Y/N called back as she was busy fixing the strap on her sandals. 

“I need help,” Alex walked into her room, a pout on his face. Y/N smiled, he looked so much like his father when he did that. She kneeled in front of him and fixed the buttons of his shirt, “You look pretty.” 

“Thank you baby.” 

She had spent just a bit longer on her appearance, making sure her hair and makeup looked good, digging out the sundress that would drive Jake wild. When she finished fixing Alex’s shirt, she ruffled his hair. They brushed their teeth side by side, Y/N making funny faces at her toddler. Alex made sure that Y/N had packed his poster in the car, and that he had his toy F-18 with him. Y/N’s hands trembled as she held on to Alex’s hand as they crossed the busy parking lot with the other families. She had noticed Cyclone and Warlock’s wives, and Phoenix’s partner, and waved to them. 

“He's here?” Alex asked his mom, looking up at her with wide green eyes. 

“Soon, c’mere,” Y/N said and lifted her son onto her hip so he could see better, “He’ll walk right down that runway. He’ll be in his summer whites.” 

The nerves bubbled up even more as she watched the first couple people trickle off the boat, deck hands and mechanics. She always loved hearing the cheers and excitement as the sailors and aviators walked off the ship. Y/N shifted from side to side as the sailors walked off the boat. She knew that Jake was usually one of the first off, sprinting down the runway to get to his wife and son. But there was a pit settling in her stomach as time went on, and she didn’t see Jake, nor any of his team. Seeing Hondo, Warlock and Cyclone however, did ease her nerves a bit, but the look they gave her was unsettling. 

“Mrs. Seresin,” Cyclone said, and gave her a simple headnod. Y/N gave him a tight lipped smile and then looked back at the runway, her heart stopping in her chest. 

“Why is Uncle Mav wearing that?” Alex whispered. 

“I-I don’t know,” Y/N said, feeling her throat constrict. Maverick’s green eyes were locked on her as he, and Rooster walked side by side. They were the only two dressed in their dress blues, jacket and hat and all. Y/N tried to look away, thinking that maybe, just maybe if she didn’t look, they wouldn’t be walking straight towards her, but that proved to be wrong. 

Cyclone, Warlock and Hondo had moved to stand near her, as Bradley and Maverick stopped in front of her. Bradley didn’t say anything as he silently reached out for Alex, and Y/N handed the little boy to him. Rooster’s voice was just a buzz in her ear as he talked to Alex about going to see the inside of the ship. Her whole body trembled as she waited for Maverick to say the words. He didn’t even need to say them, she already knew them by heart having heard them said to other spouses and partners around her. But he had to say it, he had to make it real. 

“Say it,” Y/N said, tears falling down her cheeks, her gaze was down at his dress shoes. She couldn’t look him in the eye, “You have to say it, otherwise, I don’t know what you’re doing standing in front of me right now. You are taught on how to deliver the message, on what to say, how to act, how to look. So,” Y/N looked up at Maverick, her eyes wet with tears, “Say it.” 

“Mrs. Seresin, the department of defense regrets to inform you that your husband, Lieutenant Jake Seresin, was killed in action on the 24th of May,” Maverick spoke, but it fell on deaf ears. Her body shook even more, Maverick took a step forward to hold her body as her legs gave out. She let out a heartbreaking sob, one that cut deep through the four men standing there. Mav clenched his jaw as she cried. The three officers looked down at their shoes, “I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

“No! No! No!” She pounded against his chest. 

Maverick wasn’t sure how long she held her, but they became the last ones there. Maverick kept his arm around her as they walked her closer to the dock. Bradley stood there with Alex in his arms, and the little boy reached out for his mother. Y/N took him and held him close to her chest. 

“Why you sad, mommy? Dad’s home!” Alex said. 

“Yeah, I know, baby,” Y/N said and pushed a tear from her face. She could see his team; Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, Fritz, and Bob carrying out a flag covered casket. Phoenix walked behind them, her eyes looking far away. You could hear a pin drop with how silent the area was. Y/N felt the warmth of Maverick’s arm disappear as he walked over to them. She knew the drill and ceremony that came with all this, she had lived it for most of her life. 

“Present. . . arms!” Maverick yelled, and the sailors and aviators around them lifted their hand in salute, as they brought the casket out. They stopped in front of Y/N, and she turned her head, unable to look at the metal box that her husband’s body laid in. 

“Everything will be taken care of Mrs. Seresin,” Cyclone said to her, “The department of the Navy will take care of you and your son.” 

“I know,” She whispered, still looking away. Cyclone nodded to the team, and they put the casket into the awaiting hearse. 

“Where’s daddy?” Alex asked, “Why isn’t daddy here?” 

Y/N couldn’t answer, and looked at Maverick, who just nodded and took her son from her arms. Maverick had held a grieving wife and child before, he was no stranger to how this goes. Bradley walked over and hugged her tightly. Bradley had seen Y/N to be much like his own mother, and broke him in half to know that her fate had been just the same. 

— — — 

Y/N had invited the team over, not wanting to be in the house by herself. Even though she was there, sitting on the couch with them, she really wasn’t there. Her gaze was cold, and far away, her mind lost in grief. Most of the team had stayed at the house for a bit, trying to keep her mind busy, but they slowly drifted out, leaving behind Bob, Phoenix and Rooster. All three of them stood in the kitchen whispering to each other, as Y/N sat with Alex on the couch flipping through some picture book. 

“I don’t want to leave her,”  Bob said, “I’m worried about her.” 

“She’s not a child,” Rooster said, “We can’t just. . . invade her home and babysit her.” 

“She also just lost her husband, and is pregnant again and-” 

Phoenix was cut off by Rooster, “She’s pregnant? Oh my god. . . he didn’t know, did he?” 

“I don’t think so,” She looked down at her shoes, “Listen, it could’ve been anyone of us. And you know damn well if roles were reversed she would be cleaning our houses and cooking us dinners and doing our laundry. We can take some time off and stay with her.” 

“I’m going to put Alex to bed,” Y/N said, standing in the doorway with her little boy in her arms, “He wants to say goodnight though.” A course of goodnights came from the three pilots in her kitchen. Alex gave them all a tired wave before going down to the little boy’s room. 

Once she was out of earshot, Bradley turned to his friends, “We stay with her until the funeral, after that, we stay nearby. She’ll kick us away eventually. My mom did the same after my dad died. It made her more sad seeing the uniforms every day and knowing my dad wasn’t coming back.” 

Instead of laying Alex in his bed, Y/N laid him in bed next to her. Alex had asked questions all afternoon on where Jake was and if he was coming home and why his Aunt and Uncles were at his house and daddy wasn’t. Y/N did her best to explain that Jake wasn’t coming home. She had told him that something had happened while they were gone, and Daddy went to heaven with Rooster’s dad. Alex seemed to understand at that moment, but an hour later he was asking again. 

Y/N had gotten Alex to sleep next to her, which was easy. Between Coyote and Payback, they tired the little boy out so there wasn’t much of a fight for bedtime. Y/N sat up in bed and looked at the manila envelope that was laying on the desk across the room from her. It was basically mocking her, begging her to be open. She stood up carefully from the bed and walked over to the desk. She looked over her shoulder and saw Alex sleeping soundly, and picked it up. Quietly she left the room and walked down the hallway. The aviators that were spread out in her living room looked up at her. 

“I- uh. . . Jake has had this since we started dating. It’s everything I need if he ever,” Y/N let out a shaky breath, and looked at the manila envelope with her name scrawled across it. She let out a sob as she picked it up, her vision becoming blurry with tears. She held it to her chest as she sobbed out his name. Never in her years did she think she would have to open it. She never thought that she would be living in a world where Jake wasn’t by her side. He was her everything; her protector, her equal, her other half, the love of her life. She knew she would never find a love like him again. There was no way she could allow herself to kiss another man, let another man touch her, lie down next to another man, let another man raise her kids. Jake was it for her. Jake was all she would ever need. 

“It’s okay,” Rooster said, and brought her into his arms, and rubbed her back soothingly, “It’s okay. Let’s go sit down and take a look.” Y/N nodded and Rooster led her to the kitchen table, Bob and Phoenix trailing behind. 

They all sat down at the wooden table and watched as she placed the envelope on the table, running her fingers over his handwriting. Her fingers found the opening flap, and pulled it open. She closed her eyes as she grabbed the stack of papers on the inside, and set them on top of the folder. Opening her eyes, she noticed the handwritten note on the top of the stack. Her tears hit the paper as she held it up to read. 

‘To the love of my life, this is all you will need. I promised to always take care of you, and I will keep that promise. Even in death. I love you- your Jake.’ 

“No,” Y/N sobbed again, holding a shaky hand to her mouth, as she flipped through the documents. Jake had prepared everything, it was all written out in her hands. Her heart hurt too much to even read, as she set the stack back on the table. She buried her face in her hands and cried. She knew that she needed to calm herself down, that it wasn’t good to be this worked up for the baby growing inside her. 

The baby Jake will never meet. 

Y/N placed her hand on her stomach, and cried even more. All Jake ever wanted in life was to be a father, and the moment she had told him that he would be one, his eyes became so bright with love. Jake spent every moment of Y/N’s first pregnancy fighting with his inner demons on if he was going to be a good father or not, and he had told her about his fears of becoming a father and not getting to see his children grow up. The story of Goose Bradshaw was one that was somewhat known in their world, and Jake hated it. He hated the idea so much that at the drop of the word, Jake would leave his whole navy career behind to be a dad. 

Rooster took the stack of documents from her and looked them over. He had passed them between the four of them, and looked everything over. Jake was very specific in how he wanted things handled. He wanted the simplest military funeral he could have, only members from his current squadron, his old CO from the Vigils, and a select few friends there. He also wanted someone from the Navy to handle all funeral details, he didn’t want Y/N to have to deal with that on top of her grief, and his mother was a whole hassle. His mother was never a fan of Y/N, so she was not to stay at the house. All money and assets were to go straight to Y/N and Alex, including his share of the Seresin ranch down in Texas. Jake had set it up that the mortgage on the house would be covered, so Y/N didn’t have to worry about that. 

— — — 

The team did the bulk of the work when it came to Jake’s funeral. The days bled into each other, and before she knew it, Y/N was buttoning up Alex’s white button up and tying a black tie around his neck. The little boy watched his mother’s hands carefully as she tied it and tightened it. 

“You think you can do it yourself now?” She asked him and Alex shook his head with a smile, “Neither could your father.” 

“Daddy is with Uncle Rooster’s daddy?” 

“Yeah,” Y/N sighed and put a hand on Alex’s cheek. The past week it seemed to have settled onto Alex that Jake wasn’t coming home. Bradley had taken Alex to the veterans cemetery and showed him around, and explained what a place like that meant. Alex had come home that afternoon in tears, and Bradley stood in the doorway like a deer in the headlights. Y/N assured the pilot she wasn’t upset with him, that kid’s can’t handle grief in a different way adults do, “Do you know what today is?” 

“A goodbye,” Alex mumbled. 

“Yeah baby, it's goodbye,” Y/N brushed the tear from his green eyes, “We’re gonna say goodbye to his earth body today, but his heaven body we will see again.” 

“And he won’t have ouchies.” 

“No, no ouchies.” 

“Uncle Rooster says there’s no ouchies in Heaven.” 

“Nope, no ouchies,” Y/N heard the creak in the floorboards as Phoenix walked down to her room. Y/N looked up at the pilot, who was dressed in her blues, “Go with Aunt Phoenix, okay baby,” Alex nodded and Y/N kissed his forehead before he went running off with her. Y/N let out a sigh as she stood up and straightened out her black dress. She looked at herself in the mirror and turned sideways, to see the tiny bit of extra tummy that was starting to show. 

“We’re okay, we’re okay.” She whispered to herself. She grabbed her purse and stuffed an extra packet of kleenex into it before heading out to the living room. She looked at the aviators in her house; Rooster, Bob, Phoenix and Maverick, giving them a small smile, “Let’s do this.” 

Y/N stuck to Jake’s wishes, much to his mother’s despise, and had a simple graveside service. His mother, Jolene, sat front and center, wearing a big black hat that Y/N knew Jake would make a joke about. Y/N rolled her eyes as she heard Jolene talking loudly about her and how she was just sick with grief. Y/N put on Jake’s aviator sunglasses to cover her eyes and linked through Rooster’s and held Alex’s hand as they walked up to the grave. Y/N sat down on the right side of Jolene, and Alex sat on her lap. 

“Y/N, good to see you in something other than sweatpants,” Jolene said. 

“Jolene, Roger,” Y/N said, greeting both of Jake’s parents. She waved at Jake’s sisters who sat on the other side of their father. Rooster stood behind Y/N and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

Y/N was shocked at how many people came, despite the order in Jake’s letters. She knew in the back of her mind that that was going to be ignored. She noticed people from various locations they had lived at: Lemoore, Oceana, Pensacola. Most of them greeted her and told her how sorry they were for her loss. There seemed to be a sea of endless Naval uniforms as they stood and watched as the hearse arrived. Jolene let out an obnoxious gasp as they brought the flag covered casket over to the plot. The family sat back down in the chairs, as the chaplain gave a small message. Y/N kept strong as she watched Phoenix and Bob fold the flag that was draped over Jake’s casket. Jolene gave a dissatisfied sound as Maverick walked over and kneeled in front of Alex, handing the folded flag and her husband’s dog tags to her little boy. 

“This is for you,” Maverick said to him, “From the Navy and your dad’s squadron.” 

“Thank you Uncle Mav,” Alex said and Maverick gave a nod as he stood back up. Y/N took the flag and dog tags from her son, as Bradley grabbed the little boy's hand and walked him over to the coffin. Bradley lifted him up and whispered something into his ear. Alex placed the golden pair of wings in the center of the dark wood, and with his fist, Rooster pounded them in. 

After the service was over, Y/N stood by her car, talking with the team as Jolene walked over, giving her a scowl. 

“Nice service Y/N, very plain,” Jolene spoke. 

“That’s how he wanted it,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes at Jolene. Thankfully Jake’s dark aviators still covered her bloodshot eyes. 

“Did he know he was going to be a father again?” 

“. . . No,” Y/N mumbled and looked down at her shoes. 

“Maybe if you weren’t so secretive he would still be alive! This is your fault!” Jolene yelled and Roger grabbed her arm, “He-He could be here!” 

“She had nothing to do with Jake’s death,” Phoenix said, “You can’t blame her for the career that he chose. He knew the risks that were involved. What was stopping him from going on the deployment to Korea when Alex was just born? Or when he turned three? Nothing.” 

“He would still be here,” Jolene said, and then walked away with her husband. 

“I can see why Hangman said no to letting her stay at the house,” Bob said, and Y/N let out a loud laugh. The aviators looked at her as she continued to giggle, and caught the eye of grievers walking by. Bradley gave them all a tight lipped smile as he looked over at her. 

“I didn’t think Bob was that funny,” Payback said. 

“No, it’s just. . . Jake is dead!” Y/N laughed and leaned against Coyote, “He died. He’s actually dead. Not just missing in the ocean waiting for the rescue chopper. His body's laying in that pinewood box over there. I’m twenty-seven and a widow!” Her laughter was contagious as the others around her cracked a smile. 

“It’s just like Bagman to leave us hanging like that,” Coyote said, and Y/N laughed even harder. 

— — — 

She could hardly stand in her house anymore. It didn’t even feel like her house. Y/N and Alex had gone back to Lemoore with Phoenix and Bob. The two aviators were stationed there, while Y/N was searching for an anchor to keep her from floating out to sea. Alex was happy to be back, to see his friends in their neighborhood, but Y/N hated seeing the glances of the military wives. The pity glances she had grown accustomed to seeing. The news of Jake’s death had spread all the way to Lemoore, and Y/N hated it.

It was only three months after Jake’s passing that Bob and Phoenix broke the news that they were being called back to Fightertown. Y/N had grown close to them, the two aviators had basically moved into her house, keeping her and Alex busy. It broke her to watch Alex hug them goodbye in her driveway as they were headed to the airport. It was a sense of deja vu as she watched them drive down the street and disappear around the corner. 

Y/N was used to being alone. She grew up shy and moved all around the country because of her father’s job. She married a military man who was gone for long periods of time. But this type of alone feeling was different. This time she had no one to wait for to come through the door. There was no one to call and talk to or write letters. She was truly all alone. 

She didn’t know what stage of grief she was in. Nor did she really care, but she knew that she was settling into a deep funk. Most days after dropping Alex off at preschool, she would crawl back in bed and sleep or stare at the picture of Jake and her on their wedding day. The house was a mess, even worse than it usually was. She had made it somewhat presentable, but there were things out of place or just shoved in areas. She would go long periods of time without taking a shower, or changing her clothes or eating. She would wake up in a cold sweat, chest heaving after having nightmares. No one really knew how bad it was until Alex said something during a facetime call with his uncle rooster. 

“Mommy woke me up with her crying last night,” Alex said as he sat on the couch and Y/N was getting his bath ready. 

“What? What do you mean buddy?” Rooster asked. 

“She’s sad. And she wakes me up with her crying. She usually cries after she puts me to bed but last night she woke me up,” Alex said and Rooster nodded his head. 

“Yeah your mommy is going to be sad for a while… how about Uncle Rooster coming to visit?” 

“Yay! And Aunt Phoenix and Uncle Bob?” 

“I’ll bring Uncle Mav too,” Rooster chuckled and heard Y/N call for Alex, “I’ll talk to you later buddy. Don’t tell your mommy, it’s a surprise.” 

Alex promised not to tell, which he ended up telling Y/N the next day. Y/N messaged Rooster and asked him about this so-called surprise, and Rooster explained that he’d be there in three days, and would spend the weekend. It sent Y/N into a spin, trying to pick up the house while being almost seven months pregnant, and trying to seem like all was well in her life. When Rooster arrived, Alex ran to the door, calling out his name. Y/N peaked her head around the corner of the kitchen, seeing that it was only Bradley, she frowned. 

“Where’s the rest?” She asked, wiping her hands on her apron. 

“Just me, sorry to disappoint,” Rooster smiled and kissed Alex’s cheek, “How are you doing?” 

“Good,” She smiled a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Made too much food like always, but, uh, come in. I’ll get you- well I actually don’t have anything other than juice boxes and water.” 

“Water’s fine,” Bradley laughed and followed her into the kitchen. He noticed the lack of photos of Jake, it had seemed like she tried to erase him completely. 

Y/N didn’t talk much, and listened to Rooster do most of the talking about his life back in North Island as the newly minted Dagger Squad. She tried to push away the heaviness that fell on her listening to the stories of the antics between the aviators, wishing so bad that Jake could be a part of it. 

“And Cyclone’s face was- oh my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Bradley said, stopping his story to see her with tears rolling down her cheeks, “I didn’t realize-” 

“Mommy’s crying,” Alex said, and frowned.

“No, no I’m okay,” She shook her head and wiped her tears, “I’m just gonna go lay down. My back hurts.” 

Rooster sighed and bowed his head as Y/N got up from the table and waddled down the hallway. Rooster looked at Alex, who looked confused. 

“Mommy’s sad?” 

“Yeah,” Rooster nodded, “It’s okay, buddy.” 

Later that night, Rooster had asked Maverick for help. If there was anyone who felt the pain that Rooster was feeling, it was Maverick, having lived through this exact situation some twenty years ago. Maverick suggested the Rooster invited Y/N and Alex to move down to North Island, and to tell her that the Navy would cover everything. Rooster knew that Y/N and Jake had talked about moving back before his death. She wanted to be close to family, close to the ocean that she loved, close to the place where she met Jake. Rooster wasn’t sure if she could do it, that it might be too painful for her to go through. 

But when he heard her screaming in her sleep, he knew that he couldn’t just leave her here like this. Her loud screaming was piercing and made Rooster shoot off the couch, and run towards her room. Her eyes were closed as she clutched the pillow, but tears were running down her cheeks as sobs and gasps left her mouth. Bradley gently shook her awake, calling out her name. Her eyes snapped open, and she looked around her room frantically. 

“It’s just me, you’re okay,” Bradley said, holding onto her forearms, “You’re okay.” 

“He’s gone,” She sobbed and Bradley pulled her in for a tight hug. Bradley held her as she cried, and waited for the sobs to quiet down before he asked her anything. 

“How long have the nightmares been happening?” 

“Since he died,” Y/N mumbled, “They’ve gotten worse as the pregnancy has progressed. I used to get some weird nightmares with Alex, but these are the same ones over and over.” 

Bradley nodded and ran his hand through her hair, “I think you should come back, be closer to your family.” 

“I can’t, Alex has a life here, a routine. He needs stability more than ever.” 

“And what about you?” Bradley asked. He saw in her eye the same look that his mother once had. The look of selflessness, the look of a grieving mother and widow. He hated seeing that look on someone he loved again. 

“It’s Jake’s house, he paid for it and I-” 

“He would want you to be somewhere where you want to be. He wouldn't want you to be here alone, suffering, barely being able to get by, he’d want you somewhere comfortable, with the people he loved, that you love. Mav is working on getting it set up, come back with me.” 

“I’m pregnant Bradley,” Y/N said, placing her hands on her bump, “I just can’t move this close to my due date. I-I don’t have things set up and-” 

“We’ll take care of that. You just take care of yourself, Alex, and this little one,” Bradley said and placed his hand on her bump, “Penny and Phoenix would have my ass if I came back without you.” 

“You all really discussed it?” 

“Yep,” Bradley said, “Mav and Penny promised to fly up on Monday to take Alex, so I can help you pack.” 

And exactly like Bradley said, Maverick and Penny showed up on her doorstep Monday morning. Alex was happy, and a little confused, to see Maverick and Penny again. Bradley and Y/N did as much packing as they could, going through things to get rid of or take with. They had packed up Alex’s room, the living room, and the kitchen. What was left was Hangman’s office and her bedroom. Y/N stopped as she stood outside of his office, and Bradley put a hand on her shoulder. 

“You do it,” Y/N said, handing him the box, “I can’t. I trust you to make the choice in whatever is valuable and not.” 

Bradley nodded, knowing this was exactly how his mother was when they packed up his father’s office. Carole had asked Maverick the same thing, and Maverick prayed that he made the right choice. Bradley pushed the door open, and found a nice and tidy office space. There was a large oak wood desk in the middle of it, and an array of pictures and awards covered the walls. Most of the pictures were of Jake, Y/N and Alex. Bradley was shocked to see some other ones of Jake and Phoenix, or even one of Jake and Bradley. 

Rooster took his time taking the pictures off the wall, and wrapping them up carefully. He felt his eyes well up with tears as he came across a picture of Y/N, Alex and Jake. Alex looked no older than a couple months and Y/N had tears in her eyes as Jake kissed the little boy’s cheek. Rooster turned the picture over and read the inscription in Jake’s hand writing. 

‘Leaving for Korea. Alex, 3 months old’ 

— — — 

Rooster found himself driving the streets of San Diego at 2 in the morning. He got to her house pretty quickly, being one of the only drivers on the road at the time. He took a deep breath as he parked in the driveway, being as close to the door as he could get. He quickly ran up to the door and opened it, walking right into the house to see Phoenix holding her hand and Bob holding Alex. 

“Hey,” Y/N smiled through the pain of the contraction, “Thanks for coming.” 

“No problem, tell me what to do?” 

It had only been two months since Y/N had made the move from Lemoore back to North Island. It wasn’t ideal, but with the help of the Dagger Squad she had made it work. She was still closed off, distancing herself from them. They knew it had to be painful seeing them around, and knowing Jake wasn’t coming back. But they all listened and came around when she or Alex would ask. Alex had figured out how to get into Y/N’s phone and call Rooster, which had scared the pilot the first time he ever did that. But Bob had been the one to make this call. Y/N had called Phoenix when the first contraction hit, which prompted the female pilot to call her WSO and drive over to her house. 

“My car has the carseat in it, I just need you to get the bag from my room,” Y/N said and Rooster nodded, “Bob, are you okay with staying with Alex? I can call my parents.” 

“We’ll be fine,” Bob said, looking down at the half asleep boy in his arms. 

“Alex came quick,” Y/N said as Bradley came back into the living room, her hospital bag over his shoulder, “I assume I’ll be home by tonight.” Bradley helped her off the couch, with Phoenix assisting. Between the two of them, they helped walk Y/N to the car. “I love you, baby,” Y/N said to Alex and kissed his forehead. 

Bradley drove as carefully as he could, trying to block out the pained whimpers of his best friend’s wife as she breathed through contractions. The pain of labor was one of the first things she had felt in so long. She had grown numb to everything around her. But the pain ripping through her body reminded her that she was still alive. They got her checked in at the hospital and taken up to a room. Phoenix had helped her get dressed in the gown as Bradley went and called Maverick, letting him know what was going on. 

Time seemed to be frozen as she placed her hands on the bed, and Bradley was applying counter pressure to her back. She felt nauseated as she waited for the contraction to pass. She had already passed the time she labored with Alex. This baby was proving that she was truly a Seresin, being stubborn and taking her time. Y/N wanted this to be quick. She wanted the pain to be over with. 

“I can’t do this,” She cried out. 

“You can,” Bradley said, and wiped the sweat from her brow. 

“I can’t do this without him!” She yelled. Bradley helped her sit back on the bed as her midwife came in to check her dilation. 

“It’s time to push,” Her midwife said, and Y/N closed her eyes. 

“I’m right here,” Bradley said and Y/N shook her head. 

“Leave, please,” Y/N looked up at him, her eyes wet with tears, “Go wait with Phoenix. I can’t have you in here, please! Leave!” 

“If you need me, I’m right outside that door.” Bradley said, and respected her wishes and left the room. 

The midwife looked around at her team, and nodded as they put Y/N’s feet into the stirrups. She sat on the bed, in the room alone with just a doctor and nurse. Y/N shifted into a comfortable position as a nurse on either side of her grabbed her behind her knees. 

“Alright, and. . .push for me, push Y/N!” 

Bradley gripped the chair as he waited across the hall, hearing the agonizing screams. Phoenix thought he was going to break the side of the chair, or punch a hole into the ground with how aggressive his foot was tapping. He kept his eyes trained on the door, waiting for the doctor to come out and tell them that Y/N did it, that she had a beautiful baby and everything was okay. 

But Y/N’s body began to tire as the active labor progressed. She was making little to no progress in pushing. Her body was weak, and ready to give up. She leaned back against the hospital bed as one of her nurses wiped her forehead.  

“I can’t do this,” She cried, looking up at the ceiling. 

“You have to,” The doctor said, looking up at her, “You have to. You have no choice. Your baby will go into distress and so will you.” 

For the first time in a long time, Y/N prayed. She prayed to whoever was listening, God, Jake, whomever. She closed her eyes and prayed that this was over, she prayed that this whole thing was some terrible joke, and she wasn’t alone having a baby. That her husband wasn’t dead and buried in some grave in the middle of a veterans cemetery. She prayed that Jake was right behind her, holding her hands and being her anchor as she pushed, like he had been with Alex. And someone had answered her prayers when the door to her room was pushed open, she opened her eyes to see who it was, too weak to put up a fight. She watched as he pushed over to her, the nurses moving and helping Y/N set up, so he could climb behind her.

“Bradley…” She cried, leaning her head back against him. 

“I know,” Bradley, soothed her. The nurse handed him a damp rag to wipe her sweat, “I know he would do it if roles were reversed.” 

“I need him,” She whimpered. 

“I know,” Bradley clenched his jaw, trying to push back his own tears, “I do too. But you also need to bring this healthy baby into the world. For him.” 

She nodded and gripped Rooster’s hands. She took a deep breath and listened as the doctor counted down. On one, she let out a loud scream as she pushed as hard as she could. Rooster clenched his jaw at her harsh grip, and flexed so she had something to bear against. Rooster whispered encouraging things into her ear as she used whatever strength she had buried within herself to bring the baby into the world. 

When the melodic cry broke through the room, she leaned back against Bradley, completely spent. Bradley smiled, tears down his cheek as the doctor laid the new born against her chest. She looked down at the baby that was placed on her skin, a little girl with bright blue eyes, the same ones that Y/N had fallen in love with years before. 

“We did it, Jake,” Y/N whispered and kissed her daughter’s forehead. 

— — — 

Bradley walked down the brightly lit hallways with Alex’s small hand in his. Alex clutched a teddy bear in his free hand (he insisted on bringing it to give to his sister). Bradley stopped outside of the correct room number and kneeled down in front of Alex. 

“Alright, you look good,” Bradley said and fixed the blue patterned button up he put Alex in, “Hair looks good, shoes are cleaned, brush your teeth?” 

“Yes!” Alex nodded. 

“Good shit,” Bradley smiled, “Remember what we talked about in the car?” Alex nodded, “Your mommy is going to be very tired, and really sore. You have to be quiet, okay, your sister is probably going to be sleeping a lot at first.” 

“Will she like me?” 

“Yeah,” Bradley said, “You’re going to be the best big brother ever, I know you will.” 

Alex launched himself at Bradley, hugging him tightly. Bradley grunted at the weight of the small boy hitting him, “I love you uncle Rooster.” 

“I love you too, kid,” Bradley kissed his forehead, “Now come on.” 

Bradley stood up and knocked on the door, hearing a faint invite to come in. The second that Y/N saw her little boy, both her face lit up. Alex grabbed Bradley’s hand feeling a bit nervous. Bradley gave Alex’s small hand a comforting squeez and walked towards the bed.

“Mommy!” Alex said, and Bradley picked him up, placing him on his hip. 

“Hey,” Y/N smiled, “I missed you.” 

“Missed you too,” Alex said and leaned his head on Bradley’s shoulder, “Sissy?” 

“Right here,” Y/N said and looked down at the bundle in her arms, “Hey Rooster.” 

“Hey,” Rooster said and smiled, “I’m gonna put you next to your mommy, you have to be really careful.” Alex nodded and Y/N shifted over slightly, wincing in pain as Bradley set Alex on the bed next to her. Alex’s big blue eyes were enthralled with his baby sister, and his little hand reached out to touch the swaddle she was wrapped in. 

“Can I hold her?” He whispered and Y/N nodded. 

“Remember what I said?” Rooster asked him and Alex nodded. 

“Like a football,” Alex said, and Y/N giggled as she placed her newborn in her son’s arms. 

Bradley sat down in a chair next to Y/N’s hospital bed and let Alex look at his baby sister. Alex’s green eyes were wide with fascination as he looked at her. Even compared to Alex, Ella was small. Bradley snapped all the pictures he possibly could of the three of them cuddled into bed together. 

“Wanna hold her?” Y/N asked Bradley, looking over at him. 

“Yeah,” He nodded, “I don’t really know how-” 

“Like a football,” Y/N smiled and Bradley chuckled, “Hand Ella to Uncle Rooster.” Y/N helped transfer the newborn from her son’s arms into Bradley’s. Bradley’s eyes lit up as Ella opened her’s and looked around. Y/N couldn’t help the sinking feeling in her chest. 

“How does it feel to hold your goddaughter?” She asked him. 

“My what-” 

“Alex already calls you ‘Uncle Rooster’, so we thought why not make it official,” Y/N shrugged, “Only if you-” 

“Yes!” Bradley said, cutting her off. Y/N giggled, watching Bradley hold her daughter. For once, Bradley felt like he belonged to a family. He wondered, is that what Maverick felt, all those years ago, watching Goose and Carole with Bradley? For years, Bradley had been searching for a family, finding love in the wrong places, having his heart broken repeatedly, but now he finally had it. Bradley cleared his throat, feeling tears in his eyes as he looked at his family. 

“Hey kid, I’m your uncle Rooster,” 

She was happy, yet sad at the same time. She could see the look in Bradley’s eye, the look of completion as she gently swayed with Ella in his arms. Y/N couldn’t thank Bradley enough for stepping up the past couple months, but she wished Jake could be here at this moment. Instead of Bradley, it was Jake holding his newborn. Y/N ran her hand through Alex’s soft blonde hair as he curled into her. 

“I think I understand why your mom never remarried,” Y/N spoke, and looked up from her son. Bradley looked at her confused, “I don’t know how to love someone else besides Jake, the way I should. It wouldn’t be fair to whoever else came into my life. I had one great love in my life, and I was grateful to get two more out of it,” Y/N kissed the top of Alex’s head. The little boy turned around and smiled at her, “Jake Seresin was it for me. He was my wingman, my Goose, my forever. And I’m okay with that.”

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FANFIC PIECE/GLIMPSE

I spent a STUPID long time on just this ONE BIT here so I am showing it to everyone whether y'all like it or not

For the record, this is just a scrap from the fanfic I am writing (attempting to) and because I am not a linear writer*, everything here is subject to change if/when I get to stringing it all together more coherently. So basically, it's a demo.

I proofread it a few times, but it may not be perfect because I am tired and also was originally writing entirely third person instead of second person but found myself mentally scripting in second person - so if anything sounds wonky, I'm all ears!

(*Meaning, I do not write start to finish, I write exactly what I feel like writing regardless if it's chronologically next. The scenes are coming to me in patchwork!)

Anyway, click read more for the excerpt.

CW for: mentions of child abuse, mentions of bullying, very slight blood, very slight violence, emotional outbursts/shutdown (y/n is neurodivergent), dislike of children (again, y/n is neurodivergent), aaaand I'm not sure what else to tag so lemme know if something is needed

(For the record, y/n has some of me plus some other things I've seen with other neurodivergent people written into them so HOPEFULLY it sounds at least somewhat relatable to others in the community)

You nearly ran into one of the play structures, too interested in watching what was going on by the door to the Daycare. An adult was getting more and more agitated, while Sun held a child behind him, with unimpressed and shrugging daycare workers passing to leave as their shift had ended. The only one who had remained had been talking between the adult and Sun, but was now finally giving up with a very loud "ugh!", throwing her hands in the air as she turned away to clock out.

It was now out of sight, and you were quickly putting away the armful of toys you had carefully balanced against you into the trunks they belonged, in order to get back to the scene asap. Your Employee Fazwatch buzzed on your arm, at first making you growl "Ugh, now what?!" but your irritation evaporated as you realized it was a message from Moon.

"That adult is not one of the child's authorized pick-up persons."

Moon must have caught you staring through the cameras. You instinctively glanced up at where you knew the nearest one was, knowing likely Moon was staring back from his little cyberspace world in the Attendants' shared body. But you quickly turned heel and speed-walked over to Sun.

You were certainly frustrated that, once again, poor Sun had been left behind to deal with the remaining Daycare children alone, but you were more angry now that they had so purposefully let him take the fall for the rules and regulations that even Fazbear Entertainment had to follow by law.

"You'd think by now I'd be over this," you thought. "Not like I've never had a job before where everyone was only looking out for themselves." But you knew very well it was because it was Sun, your friend, the sweetest guy in the world (probably), that you took it so personally. And also, maybe a little because most of the workers still treated him like a mindless machine, aaand possibly because a child was involved in a potentially dangerous situation.

Okay, maybe it made a little sense to take it personally.

As you drew closer, you realized Sun's hold on the child wasn't to keep the child from going to the adult, but rather the opposite - to keep the adult from getting at the child. At every turn he was putting himself between the adult and the child, and the boy looked nervous to say the least.

Your anger suddenly sparked into a blaze of fury upon the sight. No matter how much your rational side tried to tell them that it could be only because the tone of the conversation was scaring the kid, your feral inner child was screaming for blood, having the scene be a bit too familiar and hitting too close to home.

Sun caught sight of you from the corner of his eye, and turned to look with relief that someone might be coming to rescue them, only to be a little taken aback by the absolute darkness that was emanating from your being. The dangerous glint in your eyes, the snarl that curved your lips, revealing teeth tightly ground together - it was something he hadn't yet seen from his new friend. But once you looked at him and you both locked eyes, he saw a metaphorical mask rapidly apply, especially as you noticed the man had finally looked to see what Sun had been gazing at.

The mask replaced the baleful expression with one far more bright, friendly, and chipper. Though the animatronic could see the cracks in the disguise himself, he knew it was practically impossible for any random person to see. He couldn't help but stiffen as you approached and settled beside them. He had only worked with you for a short time, but it seemed so out of character!

"Hi there!" you greeted, launching into your Customer Service Voice, enthusiastic with a great smile, your eyes crinkling. "Is there something I can do for you?"

The man waved his hand around in anger, "It's about time someone came, besides this damn robot!" Sun tensed at the word and the inflection, but stayed quiet, watching with interest at how you hadn't even flinched with the man's loud and sharp tone.

"I am so sorry about that, looks like we're the only two left in the Daycare right now! What can I help you with?"

"Tell this metal idiot to give me my nephew, will you? I'm already running late!"

You turned to Sun, smile never faltering. "Hey Sunny, is there a problem?" you asked openly.

Sun caught the hint and quickly replied, "This person has not been set as a designated guardian for this child in our system."

"Ah, well!" you turned back to the man glowering at the both of you. "I'm afraid that we can not legally allow you to take the child from the Daycare, sir. I'm terribly sorry, but I'm sure you can understand the reasoning here. Just imagine if those weren't the rules! Kids could be carted off by just any ol' person, even criminals and bad guys!"

As you spoke, you gestured - and even winked - with great enthusiasm. Your hyper-upbeat tone not once fell, but the language used was definitely a subtle accusation.

"I'm afraid you'll have to forgive my friend here, but that's the protocol!"

"I want a manager!" the man spluttered, now thoroughly furious.

"Oh!" you exclaimed, a hand going to your mouth before you tilted your head in a bow. "I'm terribly sorry, again, sir, but..." you then lifted both arms towards Sun, gesturing as if presenting him for the first time. "He IS the manager. It's his Daycare after all! He's the boss, the head honcho, the big cheese, emphasis on the big part," you quietly added to the end, tone now finally slipping to indicate the threat.

Sun couldn't help but also notice that you were doing your nervous trait of babbling and trying to joke. But he wasn't so sure this was anxiety or a matter of barely containing yourself.

"Please leave before we have to contact security," you said after a moment of silent fuming from the man, optimism now back but with an edge to it, giving firmness to the command. "If the rightful guardian or guardians can not come, they will have to contact us themselves to add you in. Otherwise, we will not be able to release this child to you."

The guy looked around a bit, grumbling and muttering angrily, before very suddenly lurching forward towards you. Sun's arm shot out automatically to snatch the man by the shirt, to stop him and lift him away, but to his shock you made your own automatic response of swiping at the man's face.

Blood swelled from parts of the claw marks on his stunned expression, but not enough blood to actually run. You had mostly gotten him to the side of his face as he had turned at the last second to look at Sun, traveling just a bit across his jaw and cheek.

The facade was dropped in an instant as you huffed and shook from the adrenaline, then shrieked, "TRY THAT AGAIN, I FUCKIN' DARE YA!"

"Language!" Sun quickly reprimanded you, glaring at you. You tore your gaze from the man's bewildered face to look at him, then looked away, snorting through your nose and folding your arms across your chest. He sighed in exasperation, knowing that sort of maneuver all too well from the children and, well, Moon.

"I am not a brat," Moon grumbled in his head.

"I didn't say anything!" Sun internally responded back.

You looked the man up and down, feet now off the ground as Sun held him firm, but he wasn't struggling. You snatched the radio out of your pocket and calmly made the call to security to remove the man from the premises.

Even as the man was escorted out, Sun's internal monitors showed your heart was still pounding away. But when you glanced at the child, your look softened to one of embarrassment, or shame? You knelt down next to him.

"Hey, sorry about that kiddo, that... must have been scary," you mumbled.

Your interactions with the children were always awkward. You had told Sun you hated kids, but on top of that also had no idea how to deal with them. Every time you were like a deer in the headlights, a newborn giraffe trying to learn to walk - unsteady, unsure, and bewildered by everything.

Sun had so far learned that you at least knew enough to be nice to the kids and to excuse yourself when it got to be too much, which was more than he could say for most of the daycare workers, which was ironic given that you were, well... a glorified janitor.

The child nodded, sniffling. There was a pause, and then the boy released Sun's pant leg and ran over to you, wrapping his little arms around you. You were surprised, then cringed.

"Um, there there..." you said, patting his back gently. To your horror, you realized he was still crying and sniffling. Sun watched with amusement as your face silently twisted into disgust. You looked up at him, pleading with him to get the child away somehow, but Sun shook his head, crossing his arms. This is now a punishment, he decided. He knew you wouldn't dare just shove the kid away.

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You were scrubbing at your shirt with several sanitary wipes. The snot might be gone by now, but you weren't sure and still felt unclean.

It seemed like it took forever for the child's actual guardians to show up, and Sun was not only doing the checkout, but also the report about what had happened.

You had allowed that child to tug your hands, hug you, and you even picked him up when he gestured so. Gross gross gross, little snotty kids were the worst. They had no sense of cleanliness or manners regarding germs. You shuddered at the thought of wondering if he even wiped himself, then flopped back into the security desk chair with a groan. To take your mind off your child-germophobia, you pulled out your phone and began a round of Candy Crush.

Your timeblindness caught you up again as you suddenly looked up to see Sun standing on the other side of the desk. He had his arms folded again, and wore a frown.

"That wasn't being a very good role-model, you know."

"Heck off, I'm not Daycare staff, so I don't--"

"Ah ah!" Sun cut you off, "You ARE Daycare staff, buster, even if it's just to clean, and as you so eloquently put it, I'm the boss here. And I say you need to be a better role model."

"Well personally I like their spunk," Moon snickered in his head. Sun ignored him.

There was a moment of silence between you two, before you shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh well."

Sun's eyebrow twitched with irritation. "Don't "oh well" me! You were cussing, AND you got physical with a customer--"

"Not a customer, just a dick."

"Language! Let's just hope you didn't teach the little one to solve our problems with anger and violence."

"Right, let's hope he never believes a grownup will stand up for him again in his life," you growled mockingly.

Sun was stunned, feeling frustration rise. He put his head in his hand and let out an exasperated sigh. "You can stand up for people without resorting to attacking others."

"Not always. Not every time." you answered lowly.

Sun noticed your heart rate was starting to climb again, and you were beginning to shake. Well, if there's one thing about this whole debacle that was a positive, it's the fact you make it so obvious when you're upset or angry.

"Let's calm down," he said soothingly. "This is just a discussion, you don't need to get angry--"

You stood bolt upright from your chair, your voice raising, "This isn't a discussion! You're chastising and-and-and down-talking and-and... belittling me! For defending myself! Because-because what? The kid might see it and-and think, oh man I-I-I should probably do something if someone... if someone just-just.... comes at me!" You were stammering and practically vibrating with the sudden spike in temper.

Sun leaned back with his hands up, a look of surprise on his face. "Woah, woah, woah! Hold on! I'm sorry if that's how I made you feel, but the rules--"

"DAMN THE RULES! The rules are out of order! Th-th-this whole court is out of order! Stupid! Fuck! AUGH!"

"Now that's enough--!" Sun cut himself off when you slammed your rear back into the chair and spun it, rolling it back in the process, and faced the wall. Hands crossed, face red, you slumped in anger and drew in on yourself.

Sun let the silence settle, giving you both time to relax, and for you to come out of your shut down. You pulled out your phone and started blasting aggressive music.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed wearily. "Y/n, please, I'm sorry," he started, voice calm but raised enough to hear over the music. "I am not trying to treat you less, I'm sorry I made you so angry..." he lifted his head up at a thought. "Wait... why are you so angry? You were furious before, too, when you were coming to check on us."

You didn't answer, but you had lowered your foot and were now bouncing your leg.

"Give it a minute," Moon spoke to Sun. He paused before continuing, a hint of a grin in his voice, "I have to say, it's interesting to see someone put themselves in time out."

"They've shut down, Moonie, you know what a shut down is."

Moon hummed. "They did choose to sit in a chair and face a wall, though."

"Can't you take this seriously?"

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of wheels on the floor. You had gently kicked off from the wall and were now rolling comically slow towards them. You had lowered your music, and still had a pout, eyes downcast, and your arms crossed. You bumped into the desk without a word.

More silence. Sun waited patiently, shoving down the anxiety trying to creep its way up. Nope! Not gonna go there!

Eventually, you swallowed your pride and spoke up. "I'm... sorry," you began slowly. "I lost my cool. It's been a while since I've dealt with... the public... on a, mm, personal level. And I'm sorry I scared the little guy." As you spoke, you turned the chair to sit properly at the desk, placing your elbows on it and clasping your hands.

You then looked up at Sun, and glared. "I'm NOT sorry about standing up for him. As a general thing. Even if I did it wrong."

"I'm on their side." Moon stated matter-of-factually. "...And don't you dare think what I think you'll think of that."

"The only thing I think of that is that you're both a bad influence on each other."

Sun's shoulders slumped. Well, it's a start, at least. He can work with this.

"Again, I'm sorry too, the rules are a bit of a... erm, a big deal to me, to put it simply." Sun stood poised to offer his explanation, even though Moon suddenly turned sour at the mere idea of talking about... that.

Meanwhile, you furrowed your brows, looking down at the desk again. You were also battling with bringing up some vulnerability, and chewed your lip. He did ask, but is it too awkward to bring up now?

You took a deep breath, "Anyway... I lost my cool because... I..." your voice trailed off with a drawn-out croak, but Sun didn't interrupt or interject. It took a minute for you to build your courage again.

"Well... when I was... a kid," you spoke haltingly, taking your time in order to keep your voice and emotions level. "I was... bullied. A lot. Really badly. Just for being weird, I guess, I dunno... And, nobody helped me. So I just, took care of it myself. Or, well, tried to." You glanced back up at Sun, "That's... ssssorta why I had that, uh, kneejerk reaction, when that dude tried to- when he just- when he came at me like that."

Sun and Moon were both listening intently. It wasn't often their human coworkers would open up, and in particular, you had made yourself a bit of an anomaly with your unpredictable statements and odd behaviour - an anomaly that they had taken a liking to, admittedly. Maybe they just liked anomalous people, since it seemed to be a pattern.

"That... doesn't quite explain what made you angry in the first place, though..." Sun said softly, not wanting to accidentally spook you from talking it out.

You sat back, your chin tucked in and your eyes cast down, and crossed your arms. Sun feared he had in fact actually caused exactly what he was trying to avoid, but you spoke back up.

"Yeah... yeah... the bullies... the worst ones were adults."

Boom. Bombshell.

Sun and Moon would have exchanged shocked glances if they had the ability to. Oh yes, they were well aware that adults could be bullies to other adults, including animatronics, but to kids? Unthinkable! The very notion sent their protocols in a little tizzy.

"Teachers, mostly," you continued. You took a deep, shaking breath. "But... then there were, of course... family members. Specifically my parents. Especially when I started getting into fights, oh they hated that. I was an embarrassment to them for not being like..." you waved your hand around, attempting to find the word, emotions building and causing brainfog. "Y'know, uh, demure and-and delicate and sweet and pretty and... and all that sh- crap..."

You settled back into the desk chair, your arms now laid against the arms of the chair. You still didn't look up, and began idly picking and clawing at the ends of said armrests. You took careful, slow breaths, trying to keep from bursting into a fit of some sort - most likely a crying fit, if anything. It'd been a very, very long time since you'd actually talked about all of this, and for precisely this reason.

"So, um, you can imagine - I think you can anyway - the kinds of things they did to try and--"

"They... they what?! They thought THAT was more embarrassing than their child being bullied!?" Sun exclaimed, flabbergasted.

The suddenness of his interjection widened your eyes for a minute, then you gave a laugh - a hollow, awful giggle that was laced with all the anger, hurt, anxiety, and vulnerability you were feeling at the moment.

"Um, yeah!? Kids will be kids, after all," you sneered mockingly. Not at him, but at the past. "I was just overreacting and causing a scene, of course." You slumped into the chair so low you could have easily slid out. "Of course..." you muttered. Your outburst had been sufficient to release all that negative energy you'd been building.

"So um... yeah... that's why I was... prrrrobably more than a little ready to go feral on that guy... He just had that vibe, you know? You know the one."

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[hornyhornyhimbos]

NSFW Alphabet ~ Steve Harrington Edition

warnings and tags: MINORS DNI (18+) lots of mentions of oral m!receiving, piv smut but not really, missionary sex, cowgirl sex, and lotus sex are all talked about, mentions of quickies, mentions of toys, honestly there's probably more but i'm too lazy to look LMAO

SFW version can be found over on my ST blog - @honeysuckleharringtons

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

This man is so lovey-dovey. Lemme tell y'all. You spend an hour having sex, you're getting two hours of cuddles afterward. As soon as you both finish, his arms are immediately wrapped around your torso and he's trailing soft kisses along your collarbone. It's safe to say his favorite after sex activity, cuddles for days.

Now, as for you. He is always making sure you get whatever you need. But he is a little dumb sometimes so you do have to occasionally say, "Hey, can we get after-sex snacks?" but once you say it, he's sprinting down the stairs to make you a bowl of your favorite cereal.

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their favorite body part of yours)

His hair. There's a reason he was called "The Hair" in high school. He actually loves having a good hair routine and takes pride in having a nice appearance. I just feel like he has a really good relationship with his hair, yk?

As for you my darling, I can't unsee this man being a boob guy. Like A-Cups? The perfect size to hold in his hands! D-Cups? The perfect place to lay his head when watching a movie. Every titty is a good titty.

But if we're talking non-sexual, he just really likes all of you. Every inch of your body has something different to offer him, how could he choose?

C = Cum (any cum-related headcanons)

He loves watching you swallow his cum. He loves it when it dribbles down your chin and your tongue juts out to catch it. He loves when he pulls out and it spatters all over his stomach and you just lick your way around his stomach. He loves that you love his taste.

D = Dirty Secret (any dirty secret of theirs)

Before the two of you got comfortable with the idea of phone sex, he used to jack off while looking at a Polaroid of the two of you from his family's summer cookout, taking in how beautiful your body looked in that teeny red bikini.

E = Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

Safe to say, this man got his fair share of bitches in high school. HOWEVER those were just hook-ups. You were the one who taught him the difference between hooking up and making love.

You also taught him that lotus is his favorite position but that's a conversation for later 🤭

F = Favorite Position (self-explanatory)

Hey, look it's later!

Up until you, Steve had always had very vanilla, missionary-style sex. He thought it was the closest he could get with a partner, holding their hands as he watched them climax beneath him. That was, until he came in one day and saw you reading a Cosmo magazine.

The article had been about "5 Sex Positions You Need to Try ASAP!" So naturally, he peeked over your shoulder to see what the article had been all about.

Though he thought he was as stealthy as a ninja, his hot breath tickled your neck and you nearly knocked him out with the magazine when you turned to face him, not realizing he'd made it to your place yet.

So once you registered it was him, it struck up a conversation about spicing up your love life. You didn't really need the help, you were in the rabbit stage of your relationship, but it didn't hurt to ask. And so, you presented him the illustration of the lotus position and expressed interest in it. Needless to say, he was gone from there.

He loves the intimacy of it. The forced proximity, the need for eye contact, the feeling of your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms over his shoulders, one usually at his nape, tugging the little waves that sit there. He especially loves that it gives him very easy access to your boobs.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely depends on the situation. If it's an anniversary or something special, he makes it as romantic as he can. But if you're having a quickie on his lunch break, he's laughing his ass off at how clumsy the two of you are being in the supply closet. He's a sarcastic ass so that doesn't help matters either.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)

He keeps it pretty clean-shaven I'd say. He struggles with insecurities of how curly it is so it kind of bothers him to look at. Plus he knows it tickles your nose when you go down on him so he just feels there's more harm than good from not shaving it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

As previously mentioned, Steve is always a hand-holder during missionary (and during cowgirl too when he's not holding your tits). As previously mentioned, his favorite position is lotus. It's safe to say, this man's love language is quality time and he LOVES romance and intimacy.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanons)

He rarely jacks off. That's what you're for, right?

No but in all seriousness, the only time he will is if you aren't spending the night together and he just really needs it. Then he'll call you up for a good ol' round of phone sex. Your voice is enough to get him off anyway, so why not take advantage of it every now and again?

K = Kink (any or all of their kinks)

Oh, this man and his praise kink. He didn't receive much praise growing up, so the little "Doing so good, Stevie's" and "Look so beautiful inside me, babe's" really make him feel good about himself.

He also enjoys edging and orgasm denial/delay. He loves when you're giving him a handy or a BJ and just... pull away. Something about letting go and giving someone else control instead of being uptight and stressed from work, it just feels so good to him.

L = Location (favorite place to do the do)

Surprisingly, he probably enjoys good ol' bed sex the most. It just feels natural, like that's where the two of you should be together forever.

Though one of his favorite memories is when he bent you over the kitchen table one day while passing the time until dinner finished cooking. He also likes car sex, the possibility of getting caught when you're parked in a random parking lot/parking garage, and the closeness of it.

M = Motivation (what gets them going?)

Oh, he LOVES lingerie. One time he came home to you cooking dinner in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a brand new pair of lacy blue panties peeking out from underneath and he FOLDED.

N = No (something they'd never do, turn-offs, etc.)

If you ever asked him about any form of scat play (piss, shit, vomit, any of it) he'd be out of there so fast. While he doesn't particularly like his parents, his mama raised him to be a very neat individual and he knows how many germs are in that shit (literally) so scat play is a big N-O from him.

O = Oral (preference in giving/receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves both. Him receiving happens more often because there's no way you'd ever say no to having his dick slammed down your throat, but he loves both.

As for skill, you definitely had to show him how to give head. He'd always been curious, but Tommy H. had always told him about how nasty it was the couple times he'd tried it on Carol so it wasn't until he was older that he'd opened back up to the idea. Luckily for him, you were very happy to be the first contestant.

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

Depends on the overall mood and vibes. He loves those nights where all is quiet, he puts on candles and lets you have a nice, hot bath while he sets up the most romantic scene you have ever seen. But he's definitely not opposed to a quickie, he LOVES the fast pace, the possibility of getting caught (because he loves the idea of anyone and everyone see the hold that no one but he has on you).

Q = Quickie (opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Oh, this man and his quickies. It's pretty much a part of your daily routine to have a quickie in the shower. It starts on the premise of "saving water by showering together" but really, it's just easy access to having sex and keeping yourselves awake for work.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's not one to experiment unless it's something you wanna do. He's very much a creature of habit and unless it's something he knows he'll like, he's never gonna ask you to try new things. However, if you come to him and ask "hey, i was thinking of trying xyz in the bedroom" he'll fold in a second.

As for risks, wowwee does this man love the idea of getting caught. Having quickies at work, car sex in a parking lot, leaving the curtains open occasionally, having sex in the bathroom when the party's one room over in the living room. He loves the risk of showing off the things only he can do to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

How many rounds definitely depends on the vibes. Like if it's for an anniversary, he's making sure he's well rested the night before because he's not going to sleep until you've cum at least 5 times. But if it's just like casual, everyday routine type sex, he'll probably only cum like once or twice and make sure you've cum as many times as you need to before he's out like a light.

As for how long he lasts? This man can go for HOURS without cumming from all the orgasm delay and edging he's received from you.

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

He definitely owned a fleshlight before meeting you but he didn't need it anymore so he just threw it out. idk that they weren't invented until the 90s fight me bitch

Now as for you, when the occasional Dom!Steve shows up, he LOVES watching you squirm when he's pressing a vibrator to all the places you need it but not giving it to you long enough to cum.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves being teased as opposed to teasing you but as previously mentioned, Dom!Steve makes an occasional appearance and when he does, buckle up girlfriend, buckle the fuck up.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He definitely doesn't make noises, he's much more of a "moaning your name" or a string of "fuck fuck fucks" rather than just incoherent moans.

He isn't like too loud unless it's warranted. Like during quickies, he gets loud because it raises the probability of getting caught but overall, he's not super loud unless you tell him to be.

W = Wild Card (random headcanon)

He loves thigh riding as much as you do.

Also he loves titty-fucking.

X= X-Ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

As @writer-in-theory once said, compression pants. 'Nuff said.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high in the beginning of your relationship but definitely goes down after the rabbit stage. Not that he's gonna say no to sex, he's just not asking for it every thirty minutes.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's out like a light as soon as aftercare is over. Like after you shower up, he's asleep as soon as he hits the pillow.

However, morning sex really wakes him up. It's quite a juxtaposition depending on what time of day you're having sex.

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[flooficandii]

thats got me thinking actually . i havent rly had the energy nor the interest to update nuniq's doc to include interactions w/ the newest agents . including harbor and tjats literally her boyfriend lmao 😭😭😭😭 but anyway lemme make some poorly drawn depictions of what nuniq thinks of the newer agents (starting from clove to gekko)

clove

honestly. nuniq wasnt too jazzed about the idea of hiring a kid (grown adult but theyre a kid to her), especially an untrained one . she understands they might have a link to omen going rogue but is still iffy about the whole situation

also oof. the whole immortality thing? yeah it must be a lot to bear for clove, theyre just very good at hiding it. but like with a lot of the young radiants, nuniq lets them know they can approach her about this stuff bc shes been through it too

she can admit she gets pissed at clove bc their immortality causes them to make more reckless decisions on the field . she wants to get it in their head that you still have to be smart about these things no matter how much power you have

but! she thinks clove is very nice. very silly very sweet guy who is an excellent storyteller. storytelling is very intertwined in both nuniq and clove's cultures so she loves listening to whatever clove can whip up

clove has probably dragged her into dnd at least once

she took a while to grasp it but thats ok shes trying her best

anyway yeah clove talks a lot and sometimes nuniq cant understand them so she has to ask them to slow down

iso

valorant hired him because he was a kingdom killer and nuniq was ALL FOR THAT !!!!

she can tolerate the cocky smug little shit thing bc hes professional at least

hes not very hard to work with and is very cunning and calculating. nuniq likes that

iso has most definitely heard about nuniq before and was surprised to see her alive bc a lot of media made it seem she was dead to quell the uprisings against kingdom

nuniq is fascinated by iso's radiance but it definitely makes her think about how fast and how complex the concept of radiance itself is evolving . to think he could create his own pocket dimension with prismatic energy

besides that i feel like they mostly mind their own business

theres a mutual respect for eachothers skill and grit and they just *nods*

deadlock

like the thing says. theres currently some weird tension between deadlock and nuniq rn (and its surprisingly not gay)

theyre both so cold its kinda hard for either of them to approach eachother

deadlock is. working on her relationship with gekkos creatures! which nuniq appreciates

but idk nuniq never forgets anything and its hard for her to get over the fact she almost killed wingman multiple times

+ proposed awful countermeasures to keep the radivores in check

yk that one headcanon someone made about gekkos friendliness and critters winning over a lot of the protocol?

and how they immediately had beef w deadlock because of it?

yeah thats the situation with nuniq

things have simmered down with the creature situation but nuniq mostly ignores deadlock outside of work

and frankly i think deadlock's scared of nuniq too so

gekko

last but not least GEKKO !!!!

nuniq loves gekko!!! hes so silly

hes fun and lighthearted while still being a good fighter

being around gekko makes nuniq feel. Friendlier idk how else to describe it

also his critters have 100% stolen her heart sometimes she asks to babysit wingman when gekkos busy

she has had to apologize for aput using dizzy as a chew toy though

gekko has dyed nuniqs hair temporarily; it was northern lights-colored streaks that looked really cool when braided, she kept it for about a month until it washed out

overall she thinks hes very sweet and she and reyna can get along over being protective of him

anyway yeah i think thats every agent so far after harbor! wow !!! i cant believe we've already made it this far to agent 25 .. and agent 8 still hasnt been revealed yet i love valorant lore (tired

#valorant #valorant oc #valorant nuniq #valorant gekko #valorant deadlock #valorant iso #valorant clove

[miracleonice87]

Matthew Tkachuk and his partner as the perfect couple and babysitters 🙈🙈 like maybe they have slightly older friends or the older couples on the team just know they'd be the perfect parents together but they're not ready so they do a lot of babysitting and are both great with kids!

(okay I honestly know nothing about anyone else on the Panthers roster except the Staal brothers, which.. 😬🫠🥴 no thank u.. so pardon my inclusion of Johnny Hockey and Keith “Ironman / SONK” Yandle instead 😇)

also, cw: slight breeding kink simply bc of who I am as a person

I feel like the switch would’ve flipped for Matthew when they were still back in Calgary and Meredith Gaudreau got pregnant. he watched you stroll through Target picking out clothes, toy, and other gifts for their baby, calling out to him in the aisles and holding them up with the sweetest, softest, frowny look on your face as he chuckled and shook his head. he watched you plan her baby shower and decorate your house in a neutral-toned Noah’s Ark (get it?) theme, watched you dote on her when she arrived and made sure she was comfortable, fed, hydrated. he watched you touch her growing belly (with permission, of course) with the gentlest of hands and “ooh” and “ahh” over the baby kicks you felt from the inside out.

and all the while he was trying to hide the fact that there was a weird, new gnawing in his gut that he just couldn’t ignore.

then, obviously, the deals happened, and both you and the Gaudreaus went your separate ways physically. that provided a welcome distraction from the baby fever for Matthew…

at least for a while. then, baby Gaudreau was born, and you were constantly showing Matthew photos and FaceTime screenshots of the tiniest, sweetest, softest, snuggliest, loviest little girl and fuckkkk that gnawing feeling was back. one day, when you had settled in Sunrise and he was on the golf course with old Tkachuk family friend Keith Yandle, you texted him a screenshot of you making a kissy face at Noa and her grinning back at you on the screen, and he literally groaned. Keith was driving the golf cart and glanced down to figure out the culprit. it took one look at Matthew’s phone to figure it out.

“uh oh… I thought she might’ve sent you a sexy pic but that’s even worse,” he said with a knowing chuckle. “you got it bad, huh?”

Matthew nodded. “and it’s only gotten worse. we have so much time, and we’re not even married yet, but… I dunno man, something about it…”

Keith nodded, too. “I get it. it’s tempting. birth control no longer needed, they’re lookin’ all hot when they’re pregnant, you get a cute little smushy baby. but it’s a lifelong commitment, man.”

Matthew sighs. he knows.

“tell ya what,” Keith suggests. “I got some kids you can babysit. how about you guys come over tonight and you start there?”

Matthew’s heart leaps at the idea, and he texts you to confirm before he enthusiastically agrees.

and in his head, babysitting was supposed to soothe the sting, to pacify (for lack of a better term) the need he couldn’t seem to escape. but watching you do cartwheels across the backyard with Lola and Mila, French braid their hair, film TikTok dances with them, and read them a few chapters of Harry Potter before they fell asleep… melted him. Matthew honestly couldn’t take it anymore.

as soon as you closed the door to the girls’ room after tucking them in for the night, Matthew wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and pulled you flush against his torso, kissing at your neck and jaw, making you giggle at the unexpected embrace. you were about to ask what he was up to when you heard his voice, soft but gravelly in your ear…

“I love watching you with kids. lemme put a baby in you.”

you stopped in your tracks and suddenly, nothing was funny anymore. you turned to face him and could tell that he was absolutely, deathly serious. and Matthew didn’t know exactly how you’d respond to that, but he definitely couldn’t have anticipated the next word out of your mouth to be…

“okay.”

you watched his blue eyes light up like fireworks and relaxed into him as he kissed you fiercely. suddenly you found you were walking backwards, being angled into the nearby guest bedroom where you’d be staying the night so that Keith and Kristyn could stay out late. as he swung the door shut with one foot, lips still covering yours, you realized…

“mm.. mm-mm, mm-mm, no, Matty. you’re not getting me pregnant in Keith’s guest room…”

😉

#m’s concept night #matthew tkachuk

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Can you please if possible write like a punz and/or dream smut where reader is tied up idk why I just find it so hot also could I maybe be 🪷 anon if it's available

Of course you can baby, I went with a little hard bondage because there’s not a whole lot of it out there, but If you meant more mild/soft bondage lemme kno and i can maybe do a second one, like a prequel or something.

🩷Wrapped Like a Pretty Little Present🩷

Unedited/Unrevised

I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH, THERES SOME ROUGHER BONDAGE IN HERE, SO PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE THAT BEFORE READING.

Punz x Dream x afab!Reader

Warnings: hard bondage, USE OF REAL NAMES (Clay, Luke) praise, degrading smacking, pussy smacking?, cum eating maybe?, face fucking, crying/darcryphilia, overstimulation? Lots of aftercare!!

“Such a pretty little thing isn’t she?”

“She really is, isn’t that right sweetheart? Aren’t you just so pretty?”

Clay gripped your jaw, turning your head to look towards the standing mirror in the corner of the room. In the reflection you saw yourself, on your knees, with your feet tucked under your ass and your thighs tied to your calves with intricate knots adorning the sides. Between them sat a spread bar, insuring you didn’t get any pleasure from this, yet there was quite literally slick dripping from your cunt onto the sheets below you. Your arms were crossed behind you, rope wrapped tightly from one elbow to the other. You looked helpless, and you were, completely and undeniably in their control, a toy for them to throw around and use as they wished, and yet neither of the two had touched you.

“You like this? Being just a little doll for us?” Luke asked, kneeling behind you. You nodded, tilting your head up to look at the blonde in front of you. He was clothed from the waist down, yet when he pulled you by your hair towards him you couldn’t help stick your tongue out and drag it along the bulge under his sweats. He groaned, delivering a short slap to your cheek.

Behind you, Luke dragged his hand down your back and over your bound arms, to your ass. He groped gently, admiring the way the fat of your thighs squished between the rope adorning it. Slowly, he dragged his hand between your spread legs. He groaned happily the second his fingers made contact with your slick, spreading your folds with his fingers before gliding up to your clit and rubbing small circles. Your breath hitched and your eyes rolled back, basking in what little stimulation you had. Your tongue still hung out of your mouth against clay’s crotch, but your head was laid limp against his hip as you quivered inter Luke’s touch.

“Aw such a whore aren’t you? Drooling all over me, sweet girl,” Clay cooed, reaching down to pinch your nipples softly.

“She’s making a mess all over the sheets, she’s literally dripping all over them,” Luke scoffed, delivering a short smack to your clit which made you yelp. Luke pulled your hair back, leaning you against his chest as he scooted you backwards. He then pushed you foreword, Clay’s hands on your shoulders gently guiding you so you wouldn’t got the bed face first. When you settled on the mattress, your mouth was inches away from the wet spot you’d made, the light making it shine lightly.

“Why don’t you clean up after yourself sweetheart?”

The two switched places, dream sitting behind you as luke took you by the hair, guiding your mouth to the spot. You licked softly at the fabric, whining softly at the taste of yourself on your tongue. In the mirror, you watched as clay undressed and lined up with you, and you didn’t have time to think before he pushed himself into your soaked cunt, a silent moan falling from your mouth as he filled you up.

“God your so wet,” Clay mumbled, palming your ass tightly, “you really like this don’t you baby? You like being a slut huh?”

You moaned again, this time it was aloud and rippled slightly as he started fucking into you, every thrust nudging you forward slightly. Luke put his hands on your shoulders, lifting you just enough to sit infront of you. Your cheek rested on his thigh, but your nose brushed against his dick with every thrust.

You couldn’t even hold yourself up, but the way your eyes rolled back and mouth held itself open, Luke knew that you wanted more. He took advantage of it, tilting his dick so his tip slipped into your mouth. You sucked as best as you could, but the way clay’s hips pushed into yours made it hard for you to do much except moan. Eventually, Luke gathered your hair into a ponytail, muttering a quick, “just relax sweetheart,” before lifting your head just a bit, and fucking into your throat.

Luckily they were in sync, and it only took a few seconds of the combination to send you through your first orgasm and towards your next. The duo were muttering out broken praise, Clay using your arms as a handle as he fucked into your swollen cunt. You let out a broken sob as Luke pulled out of your mouth, letting you breathe for a moment.

Your face rested against his hip as your cried, your second orgasm breaking seconds later as you clenched around clay’s cock helplessly. He moaned aloud, delivering a harsh slap to your ass cheek.

“You’re doing so good for us baby,” Luke whispered to you, slowly jerking himself as he pet your hair, “almost done sweetheart, not much longer. Open that pretty mouth.”

You obliged, opening your mouth and letting him slip back between your lips again. Your nose brushed his pelvis repeatedly. Eventually Clay’s hips stuttered, and he pushed flush against you as he came. Luke hadn’t stopped though, continuing only another moment before he let go down your throat, pulling out quickly so you wouldn’t choke. You swallowed quickly, panting desperately for air. Clay thrust a few more times, fucking his cum into you just a little more before your third orgasm crashed into you, making you let out another broken scream as tears rolled down your cheeks.

No one moved for a minute, very content as the bliss rolled over the trio’s skin. Yours died quickly though, becoming all too aware of your aching limbs and how sore you really were. This time the sob wasn’t of pleasure.

“Please, hurts,” you gasped. The two men jumped into action, Clay pulling out of you and the two helping you onto your knees again where they quickly undid your arms. Clay rubbed your forearms soothingly for just a minute before luke kneeled infront of you, wrapping you in his arms. Your arms came forward, tucking into his hold as he pet the back of your head, the other massaging your arms gently while clay got to quick work on your legs.

Luke guided you back to lay on the bed, holding you close to his chest as Clay undid the spread bar, tossing it on the floor and pulling the ties loose. Pulling off the rope as quickly as he could without hurting you, he tossed it on the ground with the others. With Luke holding you to his chest tightly and whispering loving words, Clay guided your legs straight, apologizing sweetly as you whined. One at a time, he kissed up your legs, massaging the reddened skin under his fingers.

“We got you baby, you did so good for us, so so good,” Luke whispered to you, kissing your hands sweetly, “we’re gunna lay here a minute then get a bath okay?” You nodded, clay disappearing from the room for a moment before returning with the sound of running water following suit. You felt him lay behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His fingers dragged over the red trails on your thighs.

“Was that too much?” Clay whispered, kissing across your shoulders and up the back of your neck, “we can stop any time baby if it’s too much, you just need to tell us okay?”

You hum, one of your shakey hands holding his as it splayed across your stomach, “not too much, just a lot.”

“A lot bad? Or-”

“No, just enough, just a lot.”

“Okay,” he muttered, giving your hand an affectionate squeeze.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” Luke said, helping you sit up, “what’re you guys thinking for dinner? I was think-”

“Italian,” you said quickly, wrapping your arms around clay’s neck as he lifted you from the bed, bringing you into the bathroom. Both boys nodded, smiling softly.

“Italian it is, princess,” Clay said, setting you in the bath. Luke got into the separate shower as clay sat in the warm bath with you, helping you wash up. Luke finished quickly, hopping out. He let you two finish washing, giving you a soft kiss before returning to the bedroom.

When the two of you came out, the bedding had been changed, and the doorbell rang. Luke came in a few moments later after you two were dressed with a bag from your local Italian restaurant.

“Thank you,” you muttered against his lips, kissing him gently. He smiled, sitting down next to you on the bed.

“So what’re we watching?” Clay said, wrapping one arm around you as he flicked on the TV.

“How about-”

“Heart stopper,” you said, opening your plastic silverware. The two boys looked at you, goofy smiles on their pretty faces. Anything for you, literally anything.

“Yes ma’am,” they said in unison, Clay flicking the show on before digging into his shrimp scampi.

#mcyt smut #punz smut #dream smut

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Can you do an Alphabet with Billy Washington? I know he’s minor but I would looove to read one for him. 😁

I managed one for Aemond and we only got him for 11 minutes. Three episodes feels like a lifetime by comparison lol Lemme see what I can do!

Billy Washington NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

His partner will be the one dishing out the aftercare, as Billy's likely to get a bit teary eyed afterwards. Will need to be held close and told how good he's made them feel.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Sadly, Billy boy doesn't really like anything about himself. Though if his partner is shorter than him, he'll enjoy the height difference and enveloping them in his arms.

Loves every part of his partner. Full on body worshipping, he simply cannot believe that they're his.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He likes to finish inside - with or without a condom, depending on the birth control situation.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Looked at his partner's holiday photos before they were together and cranked it to all of their bikini shots.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Billy's a novice. He's had drunken one night stands, but never been with a partner long enough to learn what they like. He'll need to be taught.

F= Favorite position

Cowgirl. Secretly likes it when his partner takes control, but also likes grabbing their hips and guiding their movements.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Billy can be a little bit awkward, having a partner that's willing to laugh off the cramps or when he trips trying to get his trousers off will definitely help ease the tension.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

It's a mess down there. You can't really expect much else, he looks like Shaggy from Scooby Doo.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Most of the time it's soft and slow, but if he's been down the pub or feeling angry then he's fast and rough with it.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Any chance he gets. Billy is unemployed and has access to the internet and a local corner shop selling lads' mags. What else can you expect?

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Voyeurism. Loves to watch his partner - watch them get changed, watch them shower, watch the peek of their cleavage down their top or the rise of their g-string over their jeans. He'll think he's died and gone to heaven if they let him watch them get off.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

His bed, his sofa and the back of his car.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Any sort of praise. Being made to feel useful. Feeling bigger/stronger than his partner. Neck kisses. Form fitting clothing.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Not into degradation, either receiving or giving. He likes to love and feel loved.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Will melt into a big puddle if he's on the receiving end. Unsure of what to do when giving it, but will follow instruction and is eager to please.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Goes slow, but doesn't last for long. This will improve with time.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Not opposed to a quickie in the pub toilets or the back of his car.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

As long as it's nothing too outlandish, he'll try anything once.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Will glad do two or three times in a session, none of them are particularly lengthy though.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Terrified at the prospect of having anything used on him and seeing anything of his partner's will make him feel inadequate.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Not a tease himself, but will be a whining mess in no time if he's teased.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Moans like a little bitch.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

His favourite thing to do in the morning is wake his partner up by pressing his hard on against their arse.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

6-6.5 inches. He doesn't disappoint. Ruddy in colour at the tip and on the slimmer side.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Quite high from all the wanking.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Laying in his partner's arms after sex is the only time Billy sleeps well, so he drifts off quite quickly afterwards.

#billy washington #trigger point #my headcanons #billy washington smut #ewan mitchell #asked and answered