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[kitten4sannie]

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ᴍᴀꜱᴋ ᴋɪɴᴋ/ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀʏ ➠ ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ

pairing: intern! jongho x boss! reader (fem)

genre: office au, smut

summary: to relieve some stress after another long day of being the boss, you decide to visit your favorite dom at your local playroom. what you were not expecting, however, was to come face to face with your office’s intern instead.

w.c: 2.8k

warnings: hard (somehow still soft) dom! jongho, sub! reader, established bdsm relationship, jongho wears a teddy bear mask hehe/reader wears a kitty one, pet names (sweetheart, kitty, kitten, are we sensing a pattern here? TT), name calling, praise/degradation, use of hand cuffs, jongho puts reader over his lap ^^, paddling (ass/pussy), spit play, hair pulling, toy usage, strength kink, manhandling, overstim, brief oral (receiving), squirting, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: never worked in an office before but this is my ideal office ✨fantasy✨ but also like jongho would be the cutest ??? intern??? he’d just come in and give you a cup of coffee with his sweet little gummy smile ughhhhh :’) enjoy, loves!

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“I’m really sorry to inform you of this right before the weekend starts, Ms. L/N, but we need to see at least a  20% increase in sales by next month,” your higher-up told you through the speaker phone sitting on your desk, almost distracting you from putting on your coat. 

“20%, sir?” you replied cordially, trying to dispel the attitude you wanted to give him at that moment.

“20%, Ms. L/N. You’ve been doing quite well this quarter, but my boss is breathing down my neck, asking me for more…I do apologize, but it’s what we need from you.”

You walked around the front of your desk, sitting on the edge of it to process the information, unconsciously reaching underneath the sleeve of your form-fitting blouse to rub at the rope burns still embedded in your skin from your last visit to your local bdsm playroom, wishing you were there again, not having to focus on numbers and percentages, but on the pain and pleasure that was enveloping your body. 

“Ms. L/N…?” the man said softly into the speaker when he didn’t get a reply from you.

You came out of your temporary fog, sitting up straight and fixing the hem of your tight skirt, despite no one being there to witness your perfect posture. “I can handle 20%, sir. I’ll get those numbers up for you.” 

“That’s why you’re my favorite branch manager, Ms. L/N. Enjoy your weekend. Make sure you unwind,” he said, exchanging goodbyes with you, before he hung up. 

You were definitely going to do a bit of unwinding, that was for damn sure.

As you collected both your personal and work items, putting them into your sleek briefcase, your branch’s intern knocked on the thick glass door of your office, allowing you to see his perfectly styled, ink black hair through the section of the door that wasn’t completely opaque. 

“Come in, Jongho.” 

Once the permission was granted, Jongho entered your space to give you a small wave and a gentle, charming smile, resting his own briefcase against his thigh. “Just thought I would come and check on you, Ms. L/N. It’s already half past 8, you know, and you deserve your weekends more than anybody in this building.” 

“Oh, please, it’s off-hours, call me Y/N,” you sighed, wishing you could swap the roles of your position in power, wanting to be the one who was told what to do next. “But, thank you…that means a lot. I always try to cram in as much R&R into my weekends as humanly possible.” 

“That’s good to hear, Y/N,” he corrected himself, holding the door open for you, his inviting aura and cologne relaxing your rigid demeanor just a tad. “Shall we go?” 

Once inside the sanctity of the elevator, the both of you watched as the bright red numbers on the digital screen slowly counted down.

When you got down to the twenieth floor, you were suddenly reminded of your daunting task, murmuring, “20%…and next month he’ll want 30…that bastard…”

Jongho acknowledged your passive mumbles about the ridiculous increase in sales you had to somehow pull out of your ass, hoping to ease your mind with his straightforward statement, “Hey, no number talk in the elevator, Y/N. That stays in the office.” His gaze softened. “You know better.” 

You quieted down, hoping Jongho couldn’t tell how wet you suddenly were, offering him a gentle chuckle. “Right, no more numbers.”  

Jongho tilted his head to the side, his gelled, parted hair falling into his eyes a bit. “Tell me, what do you do to unwind, Y/N?” 

Your fingers squeezed around the handle of your briefcase. You couldn’t possibly tell him that you enjoyed getting tied up, punished till you were drunk on pleasure, and fucked by masked men and women until you reached your own personal nirvana, now, could you?

 “I like to do lots of things,” you began, turning your head to look at him, realizing he was already looking at you, his gaze intense, but grounding. “Anything that doesn’t make me feel like a corporate drone anymore.” 

Jongho nodded knowingly. “It’s important to let go from time to time. To relinquish that power you hold.” 

You nodded at his words, unconsciously licking at your lips, having to break eye contact with Jongho first, your attention going to the adorably small teddy bear keychain he had on the handle of his briefcase, smiling at it. “What do you do for fun, Jongho?” 

The corners of his lips curled into a smile that you weren’t looking at, his eyes returning to the rapidly lowering numbers on the wall, gently cracking his knuckles to fill the brief silence. “These days, I like to do a bit of roleplaying.” 

“Like…DND?” you asked, swallowing dryly, the ding of the sliding elevator door about to draw you towards it. 

“Something like that,” Jongho replied, his smile now akin more to a smirk, following you out of the elevator into the lobby. 

࿏࿏࿏

“Good to see you back, Miss Kitty,” A man with deep-set eyes, plump lips, and short, choppy hair greeted you at the playroom’s lobby, the rest of his features obscured due to the bunny mask he was wearing. He leaned forward against the sleek receptionist desk, resting his chin on his palm as he pulled out a cutely decorated day planner, his tight butler get-up creasing to accommodate his new position. “Who would you like to visit today?” 

“The Bear,” you replied instantly, shifting your weight from foot to foot, your own equally tight office ensemble making you feel constricted in the best way. “Is he free right now?”  

The handsome bunny butler opened the planner and used a pen with a small plastic bunny at the tip to write in a time and date, drawing a few hearts around the words.  “He’s always free for you, Miss Kitty,” he replied smoothly, before walking over to the door with a key and unlocking it for you. He placed another key, this one with the image of a cartoon bear on it into your hand, giving you a suggestive, though cordial smile. “Enjoy your stay.” 

Once past the lobby, you were faced by many other rooms and doors, each one presenting you with a cute cartoon caricature of various animals. You immediately walked towards the one that displayed the same bear as the one in your sweaty hand.

Upon unlocking the door, you were met by a familiar setting. Minimalistic bedroom furniture decorated with lace doilies and soft, plush teddy tears filled the inviting space, the only thing keeping it from completely embodying someone’s sweet grandma’s bedroom were the egregious amount of sex toys, paddles, and whips that lined the wall, small plastic teddy bears decorating the handles of some of the items to further complete the cutesy aesthetic.

The only bear that interested you, however, was the one sitting on the edge of the large mattress in a simple black suit that looked a bit too familiar, his large thighs threatening to rip through his perfectly tailored pants, his sleeves rolled up past his thick forearms, his pretty raven hair falling past the sleek plastic of his mask that was complete with teddy bear ears.  “It’s such a joy to have you back in my playroom. Now, what are you in the mood for today, kitty cat?” he asked you in a low, calculated tone, licking over the top row of his teeth. 

You felt a shiver go up your spine, taking slow steps until you stood in front of him, licking your lips at the sight of his hands settling on his thighs. “To be paddled and fucked raw, sir.” 

Jongho nodded his head knowingly, reaching up to stroke the side of your hip. “Mmm…my kitten’s had a rough day, I see. I’ll be sure to take good care of you tonight.” 

“Thank you, sir.” 

“The pleasure is all mine.” He stood up, cracking his knuckles out of habit, opening and closing his fists to prepare for what he was about to inflict on you. “If at any time, you want this to stop, you’ll use your voice and tell me to, correct?”

 “Yes, sir.”

“Good, good.” Jongho slowly walked over to the wall, his loafers clacking against the wood floor, picking out a paddle and a few other items amongst the large selection. He twirled the paddle around in his hands, gazing back at you through his mask, piercing you with his dark eyes. He kept his sight on you as he made his way back to the bed, spreading his thighs open when he sat down. “Now, you know the drill, don’t you, kitty?” 

You nodded, quickly positioning yourself across his lap, feeling delightfully petite and usable now that you were relinquishing yourself to your dom. 

“That’s right, sweetheart, feels so nice being on my lap like this, hm? Your pussy’s dripping for me just from the thought of getting paddled red, isn’t it?” Jongho spoke, his voice coming out slow, draping over you like honey, rubbing the side of your upper thigh in gentle circles, watching the way you squeezed them together. 

“Yes, sir,” you answered breathily, squirming around once his hands were on your ass and squeezing it roughly through your thin skirt. 

“Did you bring a change of clothes, pet?” 

“Yes, s–”

Rip. 

Jongho had torn through your designer skirt up the middle with one swift tug, sighing at the sight of your ass squeezing through the torn material, running the edge of the paddle over the exposed skin. “How many, kitten? How many till your ass is raw and red for me?” 

You closed your eyes for a moment, your cunt pulsing steadily, knowing what you needed for your own personal satisfaction. “Twenty…” 

Jongho’s eyes widened slightly behind his mask, running the broad side of the paddle down your ass, using his other hand to tear open sections of your tights. “Twenty it is, pet.” He then wrapped your hair around his hand to create a makeshift ponytail, pulling it back to watch the way you arched your back for him, your ass raising higher up in the air for his own personal satisfaction. “Time to count.” 

Twenty paddles is what you asked for and twenty paddles is what you received, each and every one sending a supreme jolt of pleasure through your body, your fingers squeezing into Jongho’s thick thighs, drool leaving your moaning mouth the second he got to double digits. He rubbed the paddle over your bruising ass in between spanks, rubbing the wetness around your partially clothed cunt from in between your trembling thighs, his cock hard and pressing into your abdomen. “Your pretty pussy deserves to get paddled too, doesn’t it?” he asked you in your ear, squeezing your clit between two fingers, suddenly tearing your panties open, giving him direct access to your dripping cunt, finishing his power move with a direct slap to your slit, making you gasp. 

“Six…teen…Please, sir, give it to me,” you requested, looking up at him with shiny eyes through your cat themed mask. 

Smack. Rub. Smack. Rub. Smack. Jongho turned your cunt into a puffy, leaking mess with ease, giving you one last, incredibly hard smack on the ass with his paddle, before he reached over for the bubblegum pink toy that was sitting on the bed. “Such a good kitty, taking everything I give you. You need something inside you now, yeah? Something to fill up your tight little cunt?” 

A few beads of sweat dripped down your temple past your flushed cheeks. “Twenty…God, yes, please, sir.” 

Jongho smiled to himself, suddenly lifting you up and maneuvering your body like you were a simple doll, positioning you on the bed so that your lower half hung in the air along with your gushing cunt, your ankles near your head. He turned the toy on, letting it vibrate inside his calloused hands, too busy sending a few strings of spit directly onto your heat. “Take it nice and deep for me, kitty,” he directed, holding you steady for him, the toy slipping directly into you. 

You moaned in response, grasping tightly at the sheets, unable to do anything except take the vibrator as deep as it would go, the ribbed edges of it pleasuring your tight inner walls. “Fuck, gonna cum for you, sir…”

“Not until I tell you to,” Jongho reminded you, relentlessly dragging the toy in and out of you, occasionally taking a break in between thrusts to watch the way your cunt contracted around nothing, taking the opportunity to send a wad of spit inside your hole, plugging you back up with the toy each and every time. 

It was when Jongho left the toy fully submerged inside your cunt with the vibration set on max that you were actually going to lose your mind, your fingers digging painfully into your own thighs. “Please, can I cum, sir? I��ve been so good, so good for you,” you babbled, tears pricking at your eyes. 

“Yes, sweetheart, you’ve been an absolute doll for me. Now go on and squirt, kitty. Give me your milk.” Jongho removed the toy completely and replaced it with his hot tongue, fucking your hole and rubbing your clit in quick, tight circles until you screamed, your hot arousal spraying onto his face and wetting his hair, some of it dripping down his mask. 

“Thank you, sir, thank you so much,” you sighed out, completely melting against the bed, blinking hazily up at him. 

“Anytime, doll,” he replied softly, readjusting his mask, a familiar smile gracing his glistening lips. 

Once you recovered, you got up onto your knees, pawing at Jongho’s pulsing cock through his work pants. “You still haven’t fucked me raw, yet, sir…” 

“And I clearly haven’t done my job,” he began in a low voice, straddling your lap, positioning your wrists above your head, a soft click resounding in both of your ears, having handcuffed you to the bed. “If I had, you would have no memory of anything…” He bent down towards you, his lips ghosting along the skin of your neck, the heavy metallic sound of his belt being popped open filling the silent air next. “…except for me, and pleasure I give you. Isn’t that right, kitty?” 

“That’s right, sir,” you purred, spreading your thighs open further for him, encouraging him to grasp and grope at them once he took his aching cock out, letting it sit heavily on your abdomen. 

“But does your pretty red cunt remember the shape of my cock, kitten? After all these times I’ve fucked you completely raw and filled you with my load, it’s surely had to, right?” he asked you softly, as though he hadn’t said such a dirty thing to you, spreading you open with two fingers, pushing the head of his cock into your willing hole inch by inch, eventually filling you up to the brim. 

You pulled your wrists against your constraints, moaning wantonly, unable to do anything about your current situation except take what you were given, your cunt routinely getting stuffed with Jongho’s thick cock until you were babbling incoherently. “Sir…! So good, your cock, it’s so good!”

“I know it is, kitty,” he nodded, strands of his wet hair occasionally brushing over your face, pulling his hips back and expertly slamming them back into you, forcing a fresh wave of slick out of you, which formed a rim around the base of his throbbing length. “You’re so tight around my cock, so ready to take my cum inside you…” 

“Please, please, please…” you whined, tugging and tugging at your restraints, your body pulsing with indescribable pleasure the longer Jongho pumped himself into you like a well-oiled machine, not even realizing when your mask began to fall off your sweaty, flushed face. 

Jongho was in the same state as you, overwhelmed with pleasure, his own mask slipping down the slope of his nose, the tie around his head loosening with each deliberate, though sloppy thrust, your slick, joined bodies melding into one over and over. “Cumming, kitten, cumming inside your pretty cunt,” he groaned out, holding your hips with a cement grip, looking deep into your eyes. 

And just like that, you both fell apart completely, your overflowing arousal mixing harmoniously with the seemingly endless cumshots Jongho pumped into your clenching cunt, your masks having fallen off long ago. You simply gazed at each other in pure awe, sweat dripping along your flush bodies, the soft click sound of handcuffs being unlocked joining the background noise of pants, moans, and the steady stream of mattress springs squeaking underneath the moving bed.

࿏࿏࿏

The elevator took its time lowering you and your intern down to the bottom floor of your shared work space at the end of another tiring performance, regrettably filling a role you wish you could be at the receiving end of instead. The numbers on the small digital screen grew more and more irrevelant the longer you and Jongho shared seemingly polite smiles with one another. 

Jongho tilted his head to the side, his hair falling in his face, his eyes containing a sparkle that you were fully aware of. “Are you going to relax again this weekend, Y/N?” 

“Mm, yes I definitely need it after my last meeting with my boss,” you sighed out, leaning in his direction, your shoulders touching. “They’re asking for a bigger increase in sales this time…30%, they say.” 

“Ahh, ahh,” Jongho tutted softly, shaking his head, the palm of his hand pressing against the small of your back, his dark eyes gleaming. “No numbers, Y/N.” 

“No numbers,” you repeated gently, a delightful shiver going up your spine, the ding of the elevator reminding you of where you were currently, and where you would be going very soon. Your eyes began to gleam as well.  “Except when I count for you. Right, sir?”

Jongho jingled his little teddy bear key chain around in his hand, his lips curling upwards. “Precisely, kitty cat.”

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[heartfullofleeches]

It is 8am and I am lusting for my gummy bear candy boy Gummi once again- "Jelly" adult toys can potential be dangerous for several reasons (cleaning, chemical, etc), but as a first time buyer and someone who became hooked on the feel and texture of said items, Darling assumes they'll be safe so long as they use protection. Gumi being the sweetie that he is can't let his lover jeopardize their health so recklessly... So he throws out all their toys and offers himself up as penance since his body has almost the exact same feel if not a tad slimier- They can even cum inside him if they wanted. It'll cycle out of his system soon enough, but until then he wants to be filled with as much of their "love" as they'll give him-

"Y-you... you pervert... Risking your health like that for your sick pleasures. If you're really that addicted to those kind of toys just use me instead.... I doubt you'll be able to tell the difference anyway...Just do it already....b-breed me like you did them..."

It's all fun and games until Gummi ends up tasting like Darling's cum for a couple hours until their fluids fully dissolve into his squishy body I want to put this man in a mating press like it's the last thing I'll ever do-

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[fanficwriters-posts]

Note: I'm making this because there's literally almost little about him.

Hiro Hamada HCs

Definitely a lot of dates in the lab instead of outside but he still likes hanging out outside of the lab.

Will literally get you whatever you want as long as he knows how to make it.

Or as long as he's able to afford it.

No matter what.

But he won't tell or present it to you like he made/bought it.

You just left your classroom and headed to your lab to do your homework. It was beside Tadashi's(which is now Hiro's but still Tadashi's) and always has been. Once you enter, Hiro would poke his head out of his lab and take quiet steps towards your lab doors before putting down the thing you wanted but in a box. He knocks on the door before dashing back into his lab, pushing Baymax who was watching the whole time back in. You look up from your book in curiosity and set your pen down before heading towards the door to see who was outside. When you open it, you found nothing until you look down to see a well wrapped box with a little flower on top. You grab the present and see that it's addressed to you before unwrapping it to find the item you've been wanting for a while. Meanwhile, Hiro sits on his beanbag with a proud smirk on his face.

He loves it when you play with his hair or wear his sweater.

He literally melts when he sees you wear it.

Baymax is concerned sometimes because of how much smiling he does when you're around.

He introduced you to his friends and they absolutely adore you. Especially, Honey Lemon and Fred.

Whenever he gets bored, he'd just pick up his phone and call you. When you answer, he'd say; "So bored. Can we hang out?"

Late night or not, he still manages to find ways to hang out with you. Online or not.

During weekends, everytime he goes down to the cafe, he'd wait for you to walk in but if you don't, he'll text you.

If you're sick on weekends, Aunt Cass will make some soup and Hiro will gift it to your parents even though they already made your food.

He'll definitely stay beside you when you're sick. If you sneeze, a tissue is already in his hand, holding it out for you to take and wipe your nose.

If he gets sick, then you'll return the favor and take care of him while Aunt Cass runs the cafe downstairs.

He won't admit he's sick and deny it all the time until he accepts it(which is after 30 minutes).

He only lets you to enter his room even when he's asleep.

When he wakes up, expect a goofy smile on this raven haired boy.

"Hey beautiful/handsome/gorgeous."

Cheesy when he's half asleep.

If you're ever scared, he'd sent Baymax over to comfort when he couldn't. If he could, then he'll go to your room and comfort you himself.

He'll probably wake up later than you but we all sleep late sometimes too so...

During weekdays, he always pick you up at your place, brings you your favorites from The Lucky Cat Cafe before walking to SFIT together.

Or you'd be the one picking him up from his place.

It depends on who's texting who to pick who up.

He loves his bags of gummy bears so you buy some more for him.

He loves you even more.

When you two have to do hero stuff, you always ride with him on Baymax when traveling.

He finds you so good-looking in your hero suit that he nearly draw you on his textbook. Trying to be like Miles Morales.

JK. Definitely draw you.

He loves to take you out on dinner dates because he found them more romantic than lab dates.

Gets seriously worried when something happens to you when you fight bad guys together.

He has magnets on your gloves and shoes like his hero suit just so he can keep you still on Baymax's back.

He loves it when you get so serious in your things like, studying, fighting, gaming, creating something. It shows that you're putting a lot of effort into it and he's proud of it.

Always gets higher score than yours in tests, and sometimes lower. Yours is around 90% all the time thanks to your scheduled study dates every time before final exams or tests. But his? 99% and 89% all the way. Sometimes you both get 100.

He loves PDA but not around Aunt Cass. He gets super flustered but so confident when she or his friends are not around.

Brags about you to Karmi to make her jealous.

Literally never stops.

He just love you so much.

Homemade ice creams!

Especially during summer break.

He wanted to make a machine for it but you prefer making them yourself.

He'll join you once he gets too hot from the heat that he stops half way making it. Just wait.

If it's too long to make, you guys would just use science to make the ice cream freeze quicker.

Has a wall for polaroids of you guys on your dates (takes one on each date).

Mostly only you guys but in some there's Baymax and/or Fred who wants to join in by photo bombing it.

Aunt Cass loves them and likes to ask Hiro which date did you guys go to while pointing at a Polaroid.

The camera is yours but he's the one to keeps the photos.

Always play co-op games with you.

Any kind.

Movie nights neither of you guys are tired.

Holds your hand in public even when doing hero stuff.

Honey Lemon will suggest you what kind of dates you two should do together.

Wasabi is a supporter. When someone is about to intervene, he'd politely ask them to leave so you and Hiro can have some quality time together.

GoGo is proud whenever Hiro makes the first move during your dates.

Tells you who he's with and where he's going to.

He wants you to trust him as much as he trusts you.

Rarely is jealous. But definitely get defensive when someone flirts with you.

If you guys ever argue, he'd be the first one to apologize and you two hug it out.

Makes you vehicle of your choice out of scrap. But no car yet. (Motorcycle, skateboard, scooter, etc)

If you love flowers, he'll buy you seeds for them and you'd give the flowers to Hiro and Aunt Cass. Little flower crowns for Mochi and Baymax, too.

If Hiro ever gets a nightmare. You'd know.

Literally.

Like, he shot up from his sleeping state from his nightmare, panting and sweating cold sweat and you'll just wake up in the middle of the night and say to yourself, "Something just happened."

He's a lot more open to you than he is to his friends.

Loves to share a sweater during winter. And he'll make sure to use the big comfy one.

He adores the view of you in the winter. It warms his heart and his face.

Comforts you whenever you're sad whether you need him or not.

You and the gang plays Just Dance at Fred's house and even- almost- got Clifford to do it.

He makes you your own mini-max that suits your personality.

Video call through your Mini-max and his Baymax if either your phones are charging.

Never sleeps on your sleepovers and ended up fighting to stay awake during the day because you wanted to hang out together.

You guys ended up sleeping in his room and on his bed anyway.

He'd keep every single present you give him because he cherish them.

You'd keep every single present of his and put them to use if they are made for it.

Matching silver necklaces.

Deep conversations on your rooftop.

Skincare together after you both turn 16.

Planning on moving to an apartment that's only a few blocks away from the Lucky Cat Cafe and your house when you turn 20.

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[roosterforme]

The Curveball Part 9 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: As Molly starts to warm up to the idea of being a mom, Bob just wants to take care of her every need. He wants to buy her gummy bears, feed her vegetables, and love her. But who will be there to help her when he can't be?

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swears, pregnancy, smut, 18+

Length: 4600 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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Bob stashed the ring for Molly deep in the back of his side of the closet alongside his duffle bag and other deployment items. She made it clear she didn't want that right now, so it didn't really matter if he did. He'd wait until...well, as long as it took. Because Molly was staying with him. And she was keeping the baby. 

He was going to be a dad. He always thought he'd be a pretty good dad, given the opportunity. And Molly hadn't let him down or disappointed him one tiny bit by giving him the opportunity. He knew he was patient and willing to listen. He was good with kids, and they liked him because he respected them. He was already getting excited about this. He could be a dad if Molly was with him. 

And now that he knew what had been bothering her, he would do anything to help make things easier. He was currently making her a bowl of oatmeal with a sliced up banana on top of it while she lounged on the couch. He heard her get up and run to the bathroom once, but she seemed to have calmed down substantially since earlier this afternoon when she finally told him she was pregnant. 

When he took the oatmeal and a glass of ginger ale with plenty of ice into the living room, she smiled up at him. "Thanks, Bobby," she murmured. 

He sat next to her, and when she crawled onto his lap with the bowl of her dinner, he held her tight while she took tiny bites. "Just go slow," he whispered, kissing her shoulder through his undershirt which she was wearing. "If it doesn't stay down, then it doesn't stay down. No harm done."

"I'm so hungry," she whined, biting into one of the banana slices. "It's so good!"

"If you eat your dinner, I have some gummy bears in the kitchen cabinet for you," he promised, and the way her eyes lit up made him laugh. 

"You really love me," she said before bursting into tears again. He took the bowl and set it down on the coffee table while she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Of course I love you, Mo. More than anyone else. Except maybe our baby. And you can always tell me when something's got you upset."

"I know," she said through her tears. "I just didn't want you to think I was a flake. Or worse, that I did this on purpose."

Bob would never think either of those things about her. Could never think that. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Molly. And it didn't actually take you getting pregnant for me to realize that."

She looked up at him as she swiped at her tears. "The rest of your life?"

"Yes," he confirmed as she reached out to adjust his crooked glasses. "All of it. I told you I want forever. And we can get married someday if you want to. And we'll have the baby together. I already thought of names." 

"Really?" she asked, leaning in to kiss his nose. "I just told you I'm pregnant a few hours ago. You already have names?"

"Yes," he said with a smile as he looked at how pretty she was.

Bob watched her lips part in surprise. "Shit. The only baby name I like is Everett! I told my sister to use it, and now I'm kind of pissed off about it!"

Bob started laughing as she reached for the bowl of oatmeal again. "Maybe we'll have a girl."

"We can name her Roberta."

He winced. "Please, no."

But she just shrugged as she took another bite of food. "We'll see." 

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Molly decided that the best part of being pregnant was the fact that she could eat candy whenever she wanted without Bob giving her side eye. But the worst part of being pregnant was going to work. She was vomiting. A lot. Like several times per day. And she was decidedly losing weight, which her doctor told her was completely normal. But it didn't feel normal. 

When she looked in the mirror, she thought she looked disgusting. Her skin was dull, her eyes looked tired, and even her hair was suffering a bit. She was definitely bloated too. But Bob told her she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and she burst into tears. Because she believed him. 

She was so overly emotional. Thank goodness the asshole doctor was gone from emergency rotation now, because she would have completely lost it on him. And she was just so fucking hungry. Like it never stopped. But she also could barely eat anything. Which made her more emotional. 

She had been spending a lot of time with her sister. When she tried to apologize about having a meltdown while dress shopping, her sister wouldn't hear it. But Molly did feel bad that she had to buy the dress she was wearing while Molly had an emotional breakdown on the floor. 

"I don't care about the dress as much as I care about you and Bob and your unborn child. Now let me hug you, okay?" And the mom hugs felt so good. Molly was happy she could learn from the best mom hugger, because she was determined to give superior mom hugs herself one day soon. 

"Bobby?" she called out when she got home from work the Saturday before her sister's wedding. She was ravenous, but she also thought maybe she was horny? She and Bob hadn't successfully had sex in weeks, because she got too motion sick every single time. It was a travesty. A crime against humanity. She had the sexiest boyfriend in the world, and she couldn't even fuck him properly. 

"I'm in the extra bedroom, Mo."

She kicked off her shoes, something Bob hated, and she strolled down the hallway in her scrubs. When she poked her head inside the room, she saw him taking measurements. She really liked the way he tucked the pencil behind his ear when he wasn't using it. Yep, she was horny. 

"Hi," she whispered, and when he turned to face her, he collected her in his arms. 

"How was work, mommy?" he asked, and she couldn't help but smile. Ever since the first ultrasound appointment when they saw what looked like a lima bean inside her, he had taken to calling her that on occasion. 

"I only threw up four times."

His face looked genuinely happy for her. "Progress!"

"I hope the barfing ends soon, because I'd rather clean up other people's upchuck than my own."

Bob kissed her forehead, and she let herself melt against him. "You're going to be the best mom in the world," he whispered, and of course she felt her overly emotional tears welling up in her eyes. Because she wanted to be. She honestly wanted to be so good at it that she made herself proud. "I'll be really good at all the boring stuff, but Honey, you'll be so much fun."

"You're not boring, Coach Bob. But you're definitely not as fun as I am. What are you working on anyway? I thought you were going out with Ev and Coach Turd."

"I did," he replied. "We went out for breakfast."

"To the place with the sticky floor?" she asked, rubbing her nose along his neck because he smelled so good. 

"Yes. Your nephew loves it there. But now I'm trying to figure out where the crib is going to fit. And I hate to tell you this, I really do... but Mo, we need to get rid of at least two of our couches."

She burst into laughter. "I've been waiting for you to say that since I moved in, and I am honestly shocked you made it this long."

He smiled down at her. "They gotta go."

"I'll text Bradley and ask him to help you move them," she said. "He'll be so pissed about it, but he'll do it anyway." But then she noticed that he looked a little hesitant. "What? What's wrong."

He shook his head and just shrugged. "Well, I was thinking I'd kind of like a baseball theme?" he asked softly as his cheeks grew rosy. 

"A baseball theme?" she asked, looking up at his beautiful eyes that she hoped the baby would win the genetic lottery and get. 

"Yeah. Baseball. We could do pink if it's a girl. But if you hate it, then we can go with something else."

"Oh, for the nursery?" she asked him, tugging him closer for a kiss. "You already came up with ideas for a nursery theme? God, Bobby, you're too much. Perfect boyfriends get blowjobs whenever they want them." His cheeks flushed with a deeper color as she pulled him toward their bedroom. "But I can't even suck your dick right now without throwing up."

"Yeah," he said with a look of concern. "Let's not do that again."

She bit her lip and started to pull her scrub top over her head. "I just want to do something nice for you, because you've been taking care of me nonstop, Lieutenant Floyd. Inside and outside of the bedroom," she added as she removed her bra.

And that's all it took. Bob's lips were on her breasts immediately, and Molly was in heaven. He'd been giving her the most feather light touches and going down on her for weeks. He promised her a million times that he didn't need to have traditional intercourse with her. He assured her they didn't need to mess around at all since she was feeling so queasy. 

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she whispered as Bob ran his tongue along her piercing. She knew she'd have to remove them eventually, but for now, he was still enjoying himself. "And I think I feel okay. Will you let me try to ride you?"

The soft groan he made was scandalous as she untied her pants and let them slide down her legs. "We can try it, Honey. But if you're not feeling okay, use the safe word?"

Molly had to hold back her tears. "God, you're perfect. Now get undressed and get on the bed."

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Bob was treated to everything he'd been missing as soon as Molly's pussy enveloped his cock. He was laying back against the pillows on their bed and holding her hands to offer her some extra support. It was entrancing, the way she bit her lip and moved her hips just ever so slightly, her fingers laced with his. He was supporting her as much as she needed him to, anticipating the way she was going to move. 

"Feel good, Bobby?" she whispered as she rode him in small yet fluid movements. 

He nodded, his glasses sliding down his nose as he felt her clench softly around him. "Molly," he moaned, letting his head tip back. "You don't feel nauseous or anything?"

"I'm okay," she promised, and very slowly, Bob sat up so she was straddling his thighs while she rode him. He pressed a kiss to the swell or her breast, wrapping his hands around her hips. 

As Bob stroked her soft skin with his thumbs, he kissed her lips and whispered, "Honey. You have a little baby bump."

"Do I?" she asked, pausing her movements to look down at her body. "I thought I was just bloated?"

Bob eased one hand along her belly in complete awe and let his fingers splay over her navel. "It's a bump."

When she looked up and met his eyes, she looked so excited. Bob couldn't be happier that she seemed to be warming up to the idea of parenting with him more each day. "It's a bump!" she gasped. "I feel like it's kind of early to be showing?"

Bob shrugged, his cock still hard and buried deep inside her pussy. He moaned softly against her neck as he felt her clench. "Not too early. And it's not that noticeable except that you're naked and right here with me. And Molly... I'm so excited."

Then her lips were on his, and her fingers were in his hair. She was kissing him so hard, she took his breath away, and each little movement of her hips felt heavenly. She kissed him and rode him while he praised her. It was intoxicating the way she just owned him, but Bob didn't let himself cum until she had. The soft roll of her hips and the long buildup left her screaming and shaking in his grasp, pawing at his chest. 

"I love you," she told him, lips pressed to his ear. "I love you." And Bob had no choice in the matter. He filled her up, let himself cum inside the woman he loved, too. 

When they both ended up in the bathroom to get cleaned up, he watched Molly turn every which way in front of the mirror, examining herself. 

"It really is a bump," she whispered, running her small hand along her belly. "Oh my god. Bob," she gasped, turning to look at him. "I'll be huge soon."

He just grinned and kissed her shoulder. "I can't wait."

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Molly tried not to laugh. She tried her damndest. But as she stood in the living room eating a bag of Cheetos and watching Bob and Bradley struggle with one of the couches, she was literally cackling. 

"This is the heaviest fucking thing in the world," Bradley complained, glaring in her direction. "If I get injured two days before my wedding, your sister is going to be pissed. And if Bob gets injured, the rec league will be out a center fielder."

"You're such a turd," she said, chewing on her snack. "You'll both be fine. And hey, maybe this is just a wakeup call. Maybe you both need to hit the gym a little harder."

Now they were both glaring at her as sweat dripped down their faces. 

"Okay, okay," she said, licking her cheesy fingers. "I'll babysit Ev for you one night to say thank you. And you can go do whatever freaky shit you like to do with my sister."

"Appreciated," Bradley grunted. And then she got to sit and watch them force it through the front door of the condo. 

After both couches were out, Bob came back inside, wiping his forehead with the hem of his tee shirt. Molly hadn't been feeling great all day. The Cheetos were the only thing she seemed to be able to keep down, but she dragged Bob back to the bedroom anyway. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, fixing his glasses on the way. 

"Nothing, Bobby. My stomach is upset, but I'm horny at the same time," she replied, taking off all her clothes and laying out on the bed with her fingers on her piercings. "Take care of me."

She didn't have to wait long at all. Bob stripped down to his underwear and helped Molly up to the middle of the bed. Then he had her legs spread wide and his mouth was on her pussy. His broad shoulders were digging into her thighs as he licked her with one long stripe before looking up at her face. Molly was already panting and needy.

"I won't be rough at all. But you let me know if I'm doing something you don't like."

"God, Bobby! Just lick my pussy!" she whined, wiggling herself against his mouth as he grinned. 

"Anything you want," he promised before licking and sucking on her like she was the best thing he'd ever tasted. She was rolling her hips gently, enthralled by the smooth metal of his glasses on the insides of her thighs. 

"Coach Bob," she whined as he nibbled gently on her clit. "Good job, Coach."

But now Bob was grinding against the bed, and Molly was so close she was seeing stars. When she came with her hands on her nipples, Bob lifted up his wet face from his feast and pulled his cock free from his underwear. With a loud groan and five short strokes, Molly squealed in delight as he came all over her pussy and belly. She praised him as his cum hit her thighs. She reached for his hand and kissed his fingers as the last white ribbon landed on her flower tattoos.

"So hot," she gasped, holding his hand as she watched her boyfriend run his tongue through the mess he made. And then so gently, so as not to put any pressure on her belly, Bob braced himself on his elbow and kissed her. She licked all of his cum into her own mouth and whimpered. "I love you so much."

"You know," he replied, kissing her softly, "there was a time it would have hurt my feelings to hear you say that after I got you off."

She shook her head and cupped his face. "No, Bobby. I love you."

"I know it, Mo."

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Bob didn't think he could be so relaxed the night before his own wedding. But Bradley was sitting on one of the two remaining couches in the condo, drinking a beer and watching a baseball game. Everett was laying with his head on the cushion, trying to stay awake, and Bob was on the other couch missing Molly. 

He kept texting her, and she was occasionally responding while she spent the night with her sister. When she sent a selfie of her smiling face, Bob softly said, "I bought a ring."

Bradley's attention was on him immediately, fully ignoring the game. "For Molly?"

"Yes."

"Did you propose?" he asked, glancing down to confirm that Everett was asleep.

"She told me not to."

Bradley's brow creased. "Like she told you to never propose to her? What the hell, man? She loves you. And you got her pregnant."

He sighed deeply. "I know. But she told me she'd tell me when she's ready. If she's ever ready."

"Damn," Bradley whispered. "I'll have a talk with her. I'm kind of attached to the idea of you as my brother-in-law."

Bob laughed and then groaned. "Please don't say anything to her. I'd be embarrassed. And you seem to trigger her anyway. She calls you a turd all the time."

"I'm pretty sure she means it with love behind it though?" Bradley asked, scratching his mustache.

"Probably. I have the feeling that you wouldn't be getting married tomorrow if Molly didn't approve of you."

"Shit," Bradley mumbled, looking alarmed now. "You're totally fucking right. I should be nicer to her? I never really wanted an annoying little sister, but here we are. No offense."

"None taken," Bob replied. Nothing about Molly was annoying to him. And it was almost a relief the way he knew Molly's sister and Bradley were close by and were protective of her. "You're getting the full package tomorrow. A wife, a stepson, and an annoying little sister."

Bradley shook his head. "You're getting a kid, too. And Molly will come around to the idea of getting married. But even if she doesn't, she's still yours."

Bob nodded. But what a concept. Molly was with him, but she couldn't be tamed. He wouldn't want to have a tame Molly anyway. She was ethereal. Otherworldly. A beautiful deviant. "Actually... I'm hers."

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Molly drove all over the place the day of the wedding. Her sister was being a bit of a diva about not getting any cookie crumbs on her wedding dress, but Molly was starving. She swore her bump had grown over the past week, and while Bob thought it looked cute, Molly thought she might try eating some vegetables. For the baby and for her. 

"I'm nervous."

Molly turned and gaped at her sister until she was scolded about watching where she was driving. "Why? What is there to be nervous about? Bradley is going to love you and your dress and all of it."

"I'm not nervous about that," she replied, looking out the window. "I'm nervous about later tonight. After the wedding and the ballgame."

Molly snorted. "You're nervous about your wedding night? What, is Bradley's dick suddenly too big for you or something? God, you really need to stop telling me about your sex life."

"No!" she replied, shaking with laughter. "I'm nervous about asking him if he wants to adopt Everett."

"Seriously? I'd be even less nervous about that than the actual wedding or the obligation you have to fuck Bradley all night. He's going to say yes to adopting Ev. He's going to shout it from the rooftops!"

"I hope so."

"And I know so. Because even though he's annoying half the time, he's proven his loyalty. He even came over and moved my couches with Bob again after he swore up and down that he wouldn't. And he's way more devoted to Ev than he is to Bob and I. Like, the man already basically is Ev's dad. Just let him have it on a piece of paper."

And then she started crying, and Molly almost drove off the side of the road.

"Stop! You'll wreck your makeup! You'll get mascara on your dress."

"I can't help it," she whispered. "I didn't know I could be with someone who loved Everett, too."

"For real," Molly mumbled, pulling into the lot at Petco Park. "Now I need to fix your face." 

And even though she was grumbling the whole time, she did fix the makeup disaster pretty well. When her sister reached out and said, "You have a tiny bump," Molly smiled as she put the cap on the lipstick. 

"I thought I was just bloated. I can't wait to find out if it's a boy or a girl. But I'm telling you right now, either way, the baby might get named Everett."

She started laughing again as they walked toward the ballfield together. "You pretty much named Everett for me, because I was high on pain medication and Danny was nowhere to be found."

Molly squeezed her hand and said, "I was more than happy to be there that day."

But when her sister stopped, Molly turned to look at her. "I know you think I somehow hit the lottery. Like I got this amazing upgrade from Danny to Bradley. And maybe that's true. But you're never going to have to worry about that. You struck gold right out of the gate. And I'm happy for you, Molly. I love you. And I love Bob. But damn, I wish you weren't comparing yourself to me. Because you're doing everything right all by yourself."

Molly stood there as her eyes filled with tears, running her hand over the navy blue dress that hugged her belly. She let the words soak into her skin and fill her up. "Thanks," she whispered. "We both did okay. It's time for you to get married."

As Molly stood on the alarmingly green grass near home plate, Bob had his arm around her and his chin resting on her head. The wedding vows were beautiful and so fitting, and Everett looked delighted by everything that was going on. And it was quiet and sweet and wholesome and private. And Molly thought maybe she'd definitely like to do this someday with Bob. Probably in a meadow of wildflowers while Bob held their child. 

"I love you," Molly whispered to him as she closed her eyes and turned to press her cheek against his strong chest. 

The rest of the ceremony was perfect. And the reception in the fancy owners suite was perfect. Molly ate nachos and soft pretzels until she was afraid she was going to pop. 

"Bob?" she asked. "I should probably be eating like a vegetable or something?"

He just laughed and pulled her close as she licked some nacho cheese off the side of her hand. "Honey, it's honestly probably a good idea. I'll cook you whatever you want. I'll make all the vegetables for you later tonight."

Molly moaned softly as she lured Bob closer to the corner of the suite, away from Nat and everyone else. "Will you feed them to me in bed while you fuck me?" she asked, looking up at him sweetly as his hands came to rest on her belly.

"Can you be quiet? Ev is spending the weekend with us."

"I don't know, Lieutenant Bobby. Maybe you'll have to gag me."

Bob was staring at her as Everett himself came running over to give Molly a hug, and she bent to kiss his cheek. "I can't wait for our sleepover," she whispered. "Don't tell your mom."

"I won't!" he promised, all smiles as he had clearly just had the best day of his little life. Molly watched him run back over to Bradley who immediately picked him up and smothered him in kisses.

"Are you going to be like that?" Molly asked Bob, pointing to where Bradley was laughing with Everett like they were in their own little world.

"Probably worse," he admitted with a smile of his own. 

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Labor Day weekend had been perfect. Bob had taken Everett on a hike on Sunday morning so Molly could sleep in. Then they stopped at the beach and collected shells before picking up lunch and taking it back to eat with her. Monday consisted of a trip to the zoo and some back to school shopping, because Everett would be starting second grade later that week.

And when Molly left to drive Everett home on Monday night, Bob finally had some time to clean up the condo. He wiped down the kitchen counters, loaded the dishwasher and vacuumed. And the entire time, he thought about how his baby was approximately the size of a plum. And then for a split second, he thought Plum Floyd would be a cute name for a girl. And then he spiraled into a daydream where the baby was a girl with Bob's hair and Molly's eyes. He couldn't wait to find out what they were having.

Then he stood at the counter and started to sort through the mail. And there it was. A notice of deployment. He hadn't seen a deployment since January. He should have been expecting it. But he had become so caught up in Molly and the baby and how full his life felt... that he didn't have time for these thoughts to creep in. 

October first. He was going to miss the ultrasound that would tell them if it was a boy or a girl. But at least he'd be back before Molly's birthday and Thanksgiving. At least there was that. 

He was still holding the letter when Molly unlocked the front door and strolled inside. "Can you believe I'm kind of craving a celery stick? I'll have to dunk it in ranch dressing, but I'm craving the crunch, you know? The baby loves crunchy."

"Mo."

His voice sounded like a warning, even to his own ears. And Molly turned to look at him at the kitchen counter with parted lips and wide eyes. "What?" she asked softly, staring at him like she'd done something wrong. 

Bob rushed for her, wrapping her up in a hug. The urge to tear up the letter and pretend he'd never seen it was strong, but his desire to be the best he could be for his family was even stronger. 

"I'm deploying. On October first."

And then he had to watch Molly's face crumble into tears. He had to listen to her sobbing for the first time since the day she told him she was pregnant. He had to hold back his own despair, knowing he'd have to be strong for both of them. 

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Everyone is getting deployed? Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

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[rintarolovebot]

GROCERY SHOPPING

summary in which you forced took your husband out for a grocery run and he takes advantage of the fact that you love him and can’t say no to the snacks he sneaks into the cart.

warnings/tags none. timeskip!suna. implied female reader (as the daughter called them mommy on the phone).

author’s note i’ve said it before and i’ll gladly say it again. i’m so in love with this man like ugh i can’t my heart just swells whenever i think of him i don’t think that’s good but he makes me happy.

“what is that?” you ask as he put down yet another pack of something inside your shopping cart. he has been at it ever since you two entered the grocery store.

he looks down at the pack he just placed as if he was not the one who picked them off the shelf. “gummy bears,” he says nonchalantly.

you raised your brows, “you seriously need more gummy bear packs from a different brand?” you asked.

he shrugs and walks towards you, giving you a kiss on the temple. “yeah..” he kisses your forehead, “i like both brands.”

you sighed and let him be. as always, the essentials only list you have made beforehand was now long forgotten. although, the cart is almost full of the ingredients you needed, so why not let your husband put the snacks he wanted in the cart too?

just as you thought of it, your husband comes into your view and puts down five bags of chips. you furrowed your brows as you looked at the chips then at him.

“five?”

“yup.”

“…”

“…please?”

you rolled your eyes yet your lips betrayed you as a small smile appeared, making him smile as well. “sure, yeah. get me some too please,” you said.

his smile grows wider, gives you a kiss before passing by and walked off to his previous location — the chips aisle.

your phone starts to vibrate, indicating someone was calling. you grabbed your phone from your pocket and answered the phone.

“hello?”

“hi mommy!” your daughter greets from the other line. “i did my homework today!” she enthusiastically informs you.

“you did? aww.. great job, my love! let mama see when me and daddy get home, okay?”

“yes, mommy!”

you smiled. “mommy has to go now, alright? i love you,” you said as you heard your little girl giggle at the other end.

“i love you too, mommy. bye bye, see you and daddy!”

just as you ended the call, you spot your husband with a frown and more chips in his hands. you chuckled and pushed the cart towards him so he could easily drop down the items he had in his hands.

“you didn’t let me talk to her,” he mumbled. you looked at him as you put both of your hands on his face to caress it, “i’m sorry, she just told me she finished her homework.. and i didn’t know that you were coming back so soon.”

he sighs and kisses your forehead before dropping down the chips. “you’re lucky i love you,” he mumbled as he rolled his eyes and takes control of the pushing of the cart.

“oh, trust me..” you looped your hand through his arm as you hugged it while he pushed the cart. “i know.”

end note my author’s note r always just side thoughts and random shit but hi hello!!! how are you guys doing? <333

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[pkmnprofloblolly]

i've always wondered about cubones-- is it true they all wear the skull of their mothers? are they really their own species or are they an evolutionary branch of a different kind of pokemon?

it is indeed untrue that they all wear the skull of their mothers! after all, a species which could only ever have one offspring, in which the mother was fated to die in childbirth could only ever decline in population. you may have also heard of the idea that cubone are 'born' when a mother kangaskhan dies, leaving behind an orphaned baby which wears the skull of the dead kangaskhan. neither of these are true... but neither of them are entirely untrue, either.

the short answer is that cubone and marowak are their own species, and cubone's skull helmet does not necessarily come from its dead mother. this species is a marsupial- pouch-bearing mammals (as opposed to placental mammals, like us)- and only has one baby at a time. the way marsupials are born is really neat- the baby, called a joey, is born at an absolutely tiny size and in an underdeveloped state. like, SERIOUSLY undeveloped- it's little more than an eraserhead baby with arms, less than an inch long.

(photo by geoff shaw)

look at that. look at that fucking thing. this little meat gummy bear uses its tiny little arms to grapple all the way up to the teats in the pouch, and basically latches on like a lamprey for over half a year. the baby drinks and grows and drinks and grows til it's large enough to leave the pouch. it'll return to the pouch regularly for maybe a month after it first leaves, but eventually grows up enough to leave for good. after this, the mother marowak will often almost immediately begin to grow another joey.

it's at this point, just after leaving the pouch, that the cubone joey will don its iconic helmet. the skull it selects can indeed be from a marowak, even its deceased mother as has been reported in some infrequent cases, but it isn't always- any appropriately-sized skull will do, with species depending on what pokemon live nearby. the skull is sometimes from a prey item of the parent, but is also often simply scavenged. the cubone will swap out its helmet a few times as it grows before it evolves. the skull becomes part of the individual's body when it evolves into marowak, changing shape and fitting perfectly to the head, unable to be removed ever again.

now, what does this have to do with kanghaskhan? kangaskhan and cubone/marowak aren't the same species, but they are closely related. additionally, their ranges often overlap- this is true in kanto, unova, kalos, and alola. in these areas, cubone will often don kangaskhan skulls if given the opportunity. furthermore, kangaskhan are sometimes known to care for orphaned or lost young of other pokemon species (or perhaps more legendarily, lost human children), and it seems that due to their close relation it isn't extremely uncommon to see a kangaskhan mother care for a baby cubone, perhaps adding more fire to the rumor.

#ooc did you know that there's a beta sprite from RGB of a marowak evolution where it looks a lot like kangaskhan and has a baby? #ooc note 2 that photo is a real picture of a tammar wallaby joey! i was considering drawing my own but i really wanted yall to see the Gooe #y Weirdness that is a real joey and i knew i couldnt replicate it perfectly. so suspend your disbelief okay its a cubone bebby. #pkmn #art #cubone #marowak #kangaskhan #pkmn irl #pkmn rp

[mosaickiwi]

“Bad” Gift Giver Angel Headcanons

Just some ~silly and wholesome thoughts~ I put on disc but wanted to share here too! I'm a lil spammer. cw// Slight mention of violence at the end.

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

Ren/dacted with an Angel that gives weird ‘just because’ gifts but they don't realize how strange they are since he genuinely cherishes everything they give him. <3

🎁 Giant 5 pound gummy bear! Ren tries like hell to finish it, but his tummy hurts. He ends up preserving it in epoxy to put on a shelf. Half of its head is missing.

🎁 Angel finds one of those train sets that hung from the ceilings in some McDonalds stores way back in the day. (video) Ren sets it up in his room and rigs it to work as a morning wake up alarm. Or just lays down and watches it go when he’s trying to sleep. He might paint over Ronald's face though.

🎁 Customized Furby that looks like an eldritch horror? They thought it matched his vibes and now they regret giving it to him. 

💝 When Angel stays over, it scares them when they wake up in the middle of the night. Ren imprisons it in his shrine room after Angel wakes him up in tears begging him to move it somewhere else. The battery died a long time ago, but sometimes Angel still hears it laughing through the walls.

🎁 The UGLIEST sweaters imaginable. They light up, they make noise, they itch, they burn the eyes of all who see them. Dude is overheating himself in the summer cause he just feels so loved every time he puts one on.

🎁 There’s a phase of food gadgets and utensils, despite neither of them being a decent cook. Angel is disappointed since some of the items simply don’t work the way they wanted, but Ren adores the small everyday use ones. 

💝 A tabletop s'mores maker—it takes too long to burn marshmallows the way Angel likes, but Ren is endlessly patient about it while he hands them a blowtorch. Tiny novelty gumball machine that he puts on his desk and fills with mint chocolate candies. Hello Kitty waffle maker but they both keep burning it. 

💝 A pizza cutter shaped like an axe, Thor’s hammer meat tenderizer that he uses incorrectly, cat paw oven mitts, tongs, and serving spoons. Imagine this tatted, grumpy eboy pulling a frozen pizza out of the oven with his cute little paws??? He totally wears the matching apron if Angel asks.

🎁 It’s almost suspicious how he’s never surprised at a gift, but Angel still tries to catch him off guard. They’ll not so discreetly leave tiny presents around his apartment for him to find. Whether they’re just love notes, weird greeting cards for holidays he wasn’t aware of, or hand sized plushies in brightly colored capsules so he can experience some type of surprise at the very least. Even so, he always spots them immediately, but pretends it's taking him a few hours or so to notice anything different. Once he 'finds' one he'll teasingly thank them for the scavenger hunt.

🎁 Ren absolutely SEETHES on the inside whenever anyone else gets a gift, no matter how ridiculous it is. He wants the exact same thing immediately and drops the most obvious hints possible. 

💝 A hideous, singing, wall mounted fish for Teo’s birthday? Ren’ll talk all about how he’s always found them entertaining, his favorite fish is a bass—what do you mean he used to make a weird face whenever he caught one in Stardew? The moment it gets thrown away he’s digging through the garbage and bashing Teo over the head with it for not appreciating such a thoughtful present.

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Worship At My Altar

Deity Soap x Retired vet Ghost AU

Warnings: Implied suicide attempts, Depression, References to Ghost's backstory.

Ghost trudged through the quaint convenience store in the small, nowhere town he’d found himself in, filling the worn basket that he’d grabbed on the way in with nonperishable foods that he could carry with him on his motorcycle. He’d been getting low on funds, so if he wanted to have enough to get a decent offering for the temple, he couldn’t afford to be as picky as he normally would be while shopping and instead settled for items like canned ravioli and spam for himself.

He’d used the majority of the cash that he had on hand to get as far away from the overwhelming bustle of cities as possible. He didn’t want to use the card that he’d been issued by the government, the little piece of plastic seeming to mock him even from where it was buried deep within his duffel, wrapped up in an old sweatshirt that he’d had since his days as a fresh-faced recruit. 

He set the can of soup that he’d been examining into his basket, adding to his meager collection of food before moving on to the next aisle. He was considering the various cups of cheap ramen noodles, wondering if it even mattered since it all tasted like shit regardless, when someone rushed past him.

His gaze darted away from the display and toward the flash of movement, his hand twitching toward a sidearm that he no longer carried as he located who it was that had passed him. 

The tension that had coiled in his frame relaxed slightly when he realized that it was just an energetic kid, the small boy staring excitedly at the display of candy that was further down the aisle.

Ghost watched as the child began wringing his little fingers together as his wide eyes roamed over the large variety of candy that the store offered instead of just grabbing everything in sight, which was a surprising display of restraint from someone so young.

Ghost resisted the urge to flinch when the boy finally made his selection, one of his small hands abruptly darting out to snatch a bag of gummy bears off the rack before pivoting in order to walk back the way he had come, the kid pausing when he finally noticed that he had an audience.

He looked uncertain for a moment, probably unsure of how to feel about Ghost’s masked face and intimidating stature, before he seemed to shake himself out of his reservations and smiled up at Ghost, revealing the fact that he was missing one of his front teeth. 

He squeezed past Ghost’s large form with a giggle, Ghost following him with his eyes until the kid reached the end of the aisle and moved out of view. Ghost took a few controlled breaths, trying to ignore how the parts of his body where the kid involuntarily brushed up against him crawled uncomfortably, reminding him of claustrophobic boxes and the sharp pain of a scorpion's sting. 

Ghost forced his feet to start moving, intent on going to the checkout since he wanted to visit the temple before it was closed to the public, but he hesitated in front of the same display of candy that had entranced the child, blinking at the colorful packaging. 

His dark eyes scanned over the various sugary treats, debating whether or not to buy some with his already scant funds, before he caved with a sigh and reached out in order to grab a bag of chocolate, tossing it into the basket before he could talk himself out of it. 

Thankfully, the teenage cashier that scanned his things didn’t seem too bothered by his intimidating appearance, the girl too focused on getting Ghost checked out as fast as possible so that she could go back to boredly sketching on the piece of blank receipt paper that she had sitting next to the register to stare at the scarring on his face that wasn’t covered by the mask he was wearing, like most civilians that he encountered in public did.

He climbed onto his bike and pulled his black helmet over his head, feeling the uncomfortable tightness in his chest ease now that his face was hidden behind the tinted visor, before he took his groceries out of the cheap, plastic bags that the store used and began meticulously packing them away in his saddle bags, separating them based on whether it was for him or for his offering. 

Once he was finished, he started the bike with a loud rumble, the engine revving as he reversed out of the parking space and floored it out of the lot, he would have to speed if he wanted to get to his destination in time to set up.

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Ghost wasted no time parking the bike and climbing off, impatiently yanking his helmet off and collecting the things he needed before he trotted up the stone staircase and into the looming temple, quickly passing the various priests and lingering townspeople without so much as a second glance in his haste to reach the altar. 

A wave of familiar warmth greeted him the moment that he stepped into the room, Ghost taking note of the subtle changes that had been made to the decor in the altar room since his last visit, the red and gold color scheme making the space feel welcoming and cozy. 

He carefully lowered himself to his knees in front of the marble platform that the statue sat atop of, Ghost setting his bag of offerings next to him before looking up at the deity that he’d been introduced to shortly after arriving to the small town. It had been immediately obvious to Ghost -even at his very first visit- that the statue had clearly been made with the utmost care, every cut reverent, every curve and divot of muscle lovingly sculpted.

Even the drape of the cloth over the statue’s hips was so flawlessly crafted that, if he reached out and touched it, he was almost convinced that he would feel soft cloth underneath his fingers instead of cool marble.

Ghost allowed his eyes to take in the bulge of muscle, the v of the man’s hips that disappeared beneath the flowing fabric that was wrapped artfully around him. His hands twitched with the urge to trace the veins that crawled across thick biceps and calloused hands, to rake through the thick line of hair at the top of the man’s head, to brush a thumb across his knowing, smug grin. 

The man was undeniably beautiful.

Ghost managed to pry his gaze off of the statue in favor of silently pulling the things he’d brought with him out of his bag in order to set them onto the packed stone platform at the man’s bare feet, placing his own offering among the flowers, jewelry, money, candles and bottles of expensive amber liquor that others had left during their own visit.

Ghost meticulously put down ten candles, one for each member of the 141, and the last four for his family. He pulled out a lighter and brought the flame down to the wicks one at a time, mentally recalling the names and faces of those he cared for as he lit the corresponding candle for each person until he had reached the last one.

He took a moment to stare at the flickering flames before forcefully shaking himself out of his daze and setting a bottle of his favorite bourbon in the center of the circle of candles as well as two pretty blue glass bowls that he’d found while at the thrift shop the other day since they were the same shade that the deity’s eyes were.

Or at least what color he believed they were. During his last visit, a painting that someone had left on the altar as an offering in an impressive display of artistic skill had caught his attention, the artist having decided to depict the man with eyes that were such a vibrant blue that they looked like they were glowing, which Ghost thought was befitting of the deity.

He filled the larger bowl with a couple things that he had collected with the intent to bring to the altar. Like the smooth stone that he’d taken from the lake earlier that week, when he had contemplated wading into the crystalline water until it swallowed him up but ultimately decided against it, or the little wooden penguin figurine that he’d spent the week carving, having picked up the habit of whittling a new animal to give the statue every visit.

He then dropped a black skull keychain that he’d spotted at a gas station a few towns over, the bleached skull of a small bird, and the inspirational quote that his therapist had him write on a notecard into the big bowl before propping up the letter that he got from Roach -which mentioned how he was getting sent on a mission with Gaz and Price- behind the bowl in order to ask for protection for the mad cunts.

Ghost finished off the offering by fussing with the small bowl’s placement until he was satisfied before taking the bag of chocolate he’d bought earlier and ripping it open in order to dump the contents into the bowl. He ran a hand over the individually wrapped candies until the pile looked a little less messy before pulling his hand away and letting it rest against his thigh.

He’d come a long way since the first time he’d stopped by the temple, that initial visit having been fueled by a mix of sleep deprivation, desperation and alcohol. The only offering that he had brought with him that time had been the bullet that he’d loaded and unloaded from his firearm so many times since being discharged from the military that the motion was now practically muscle memory.

He’d wanted to get rid of the bullet and the weakness that it represented and figured that the altar of a God he didn’t believe in would be the perfect solution, though he couldn’t have accounted for how the calm atmosphere of the altar room and the kind eyes of the statue staring down at him with a soft, inviting smile kept him coming back for more, chasing that feeling of peace he only got from being in the room.

“I-” Ghost paused, internally wincing at how loud his rough voice seemed in the otherwise silent room, swallowing hard as he ignored how stupid he felt talking to a fucking statue, and continued. “I know it’s not anything extravagant, I don’t have a lot to offer…”

Ghost licked his chapped lips as he trailed off, finally glancing up from the flickering candles enveloping his small pile of gifts to gaze up at the man towering over him, unable to shake the feeling that the statue was looking directly at him despite the fact that it had been carved specifically to look down at it’s devout worshipers. The amused eyes of the man felt like encouragement, the statue's playful gaze easing Ghost's insecurities and helping the tense line of his shoulders relax.

“But you’re already far too spoiled considering the fact that you do fuck all, so I think that you’ll be okay.” Ghost finished with a wide grin that pulled at the various scars on his face, the bite taken out of his words by the soft chuckle that followed the quip as he reached out to condescendingly pat an unoccupied portion of the stone altar, his hand lingering for a moment longer than strictly necessary before he pulled away and pushed to his feet with a grunt, various old aches and pains making themselves known after kneeling for so long.

Ghost picked up his bag and made for the archway leading out of the room, sparing one last glance back at the benevolent statue before finally turning away and moving through the threshold and out of view, oblivious to the subtle sound of shifting stone as the statue’s smile seemed to briefly widen, lips parting to show a flash of perfectly straight teeth.

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[somecunttookmyurl]

since @vaspider ordered several Gay Items from me (thanks spider!) i decided to post all of them properly here for you. if you wanna buy anything just message me and we'll get it sorted!

OCTOPRIDES £6 EACH i can make these lil bitches in any flag colours. they are adorable. they are friend.

putting the rest under a cut to save your dash but the octoprides are frankly too cute to be in dash jail

resin multi layer storage tower (it weighs 900g!) £40 wooden storage box with 'stained glass' effect £10

i can make more storage towers in the flag of your choice. i cannot make any more square wooden boxes as sadly the base boxes have been discontinued (i do have round ones though)

bird earrings £8 / bird pin badge £6. these are wood base, painted, and then coated in UV resin. can be made in any flag since i'm. you know. painting them myself however bird supplies are limited (craft shop stop discontinuing my supplies challenge)

'sippers' gay cocktail earrings £7. i can also make these in any flag colours

'forbidden snack' gummy bear pride flag charm £3 yup, you guessed it, i can make any flag colours

large perler paint drip heart (as keychain or badge) £5 yeah so again with the customisable colours thing on all perler hearts. with a resin coating so they don't break apart. medium perler paint drip heart (as chain pendant or leather cord) £3 itty bitty perler paint drip heart - £2 as charm, £3 for earring pair

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wooden badges £2 each, only one of each design wooden heart flag badges £2 each but i can make those in any flag small pride potion £3 (2 for £5) / large potion £6 (2 for £10) available in any flag

UV reactive rainbow rings £4 one each in sizes 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, and 12 (@sinothetimes has the size 9 one)

beaded bracelets £3 each 2 for £5 these are all random thrown together as i go. vaguely in flag colours. one of each design pictured.

#yes i ship anywhere and international shipping from the UK is normally very reasonable #okay love you bye

[lelengerine]

hiii i love ur writing sm! i saw u had a drabble event and the bookstore and soulmate au caught my attention!🥹 i was wondering if u could write abt those two aus w lele or jaem 🥹…preferably lele since there’s a shortage of fics of him :<

a little comfort and hot cocoa

pairing | chenle x reader

genre | soulmate and bookstore au, lele calls you dummy (affectionately !!), no pronouns are explicitly used in this, lmk if there’s anything i missed!

wc | 0.9k

notes | i feel like this is one of the drabbles im really happy with (mainly because its lele and i absolutely adore my little gummy bear) thank u anon for the req and finally giving me the motivation to write about him !! i apologize for it being very overdue though, pls ACCEPT THIS AS MY OFFERING

this is part of my drabble req event here!

m.list

a familiar jingle passes your ears as you push open the fogged-up glass door leading up to your neighborhood’s local bookstore – the scent of vanilla and cardamom wafting in the air. rows of slightly tattered bookshelves come into view, one that has you unknowingly smiling to yourself.

you’d often drop by when life was getting a little too hectic, finding solace in the comfort of the quaint bookstore. there, you’d be greeted by the warmest of smiles presented by the elderly couple who worked in the store as bookkeepers and knew you almost as if they were close relatives. there weren’t much customers during the day, so they let you stay as long as you pleased, even setting aside a cup of hot cocoa for you when the days got a little chilly.

the welcoming atmosphere almost allows you to completely forget the reason for your visit, only recalling you had just rushed out of an exam, already knowing in your heart that despite the countless hours you spent tirelessly studying your notes, you could have never prepared yourself for the items on the test. 

whatever. that wasn’t the point right now. 

you needed to stop thinking about it for a moment, just until the point came when you didn’t feel like bursting into tears at the mere mention of the topic. you come up to the counter with steadfast movements, yet you didn’t expect that someone else entirely was manning the register at this hour – then again you usually dropped by in the evening when it was just an hour into the afternoon at the moment.

“uh, you’ve been staring. are you alright?” the new staff member asks, a look of slight concern washing over his face at your blanked-out state. your line of sight eventually focuses on him, noting how he resembles a little pouty kitten, which only makes you want to ruffle his hair and even pinch his cheeks. yet, you soon realize his hand had been waving in front of you the entire time, silently calling your attention, and you snap out of your trance, wondering what got into you. 

you weren’t one to space out in the first place. that was… well… a little odd.

“y-yeah, sorry. it’s just that i’m used to the elderly couple that usually takes the shifts in the evening.” you state, trying to downplay your frazzled expression by sparking up small talk.

his head tilts a little to the side, a purse on his lips remains for a moment before he decides to speak, “oh, you mean my grandparents?”

“they’re your grandparents…?” you sputter without much thinking, repeating the same information you were just told. 

“that’s what i just said, dummy.” a chuckle emits out of the boy, and your cheeks grow hot from embarrassment. though it’s only been a couple of minutes since you’ve met him, and he’s already begun poking fun at you, his presence is something you’re immediately fond of. you’re comforted by it, reminding you of the cozy ambience that radiates off the bookstore itself.

there was no doubt he wasn’t related to the lovely elderly couple you often greeted during your visits because he was just as lovely.

“can’t someone make an honest mistake around here?” you huff softly, crossing your arms together as if you were offended by his words.

“i never said that!” he quickly responds, “i was just correcting you.” a teasing smile makes its way up his lips, eyes crinkling to make it seem as if he had whiskers – a kitten, you point out in your mind. “what’s your name anyways? by the way you talk, you seem like a regular around here.”

“i am, somewhat?” you answer back with the shrug of your shoulders, “i come here when i… feel like it.”

“well, if you need company… you can always look for me.” it was like he read your mind from your hesitance to answer his question alone. did that mean he wanted to spend time with you? surely no one would say something like that if they didn’t want to see you again, right? your heart starts going into overdrive at the thought, unable to understand the foreign, yet fluttery feeling in your stomach. 

your gaze turns away from him in hopes of calming your poor heart, “i don’t even know your name.”

“chenle. zhong chenle.” even his stride remains confident, eyes still on you even though you’ve turned away from him. “that gives you no excuse to not come find me now, does it?”

“i suppose so… i’m y/n by the way.” you mumble out hesitantly, fumbling with your fingers, and he chuckles at the meekness you’re displaying in front of him. how endearing, he thinks.

“good. make sure you do that then.” chenle walks out of the counter, making his way towards you in light steps, and before you know it, he’s giving a gentle pat to your head. “i hear you like hot cocoa? i’ll prepare you a cup.” he bids before scurrying off to the back of the store, leaving you like a deer caught in headlights.

how did he know you enjoyed hot cocoa here? how much did he know? had he known who you were since the beginning? 

albeit you’re now slightly embarrassed at the revelation, and yet the questions that pop up just as quickly as a system error in your laptop tingle your curiosity. maybe, just maybe, you have a new reason for coming back to frequent the local bookstore.

#lelengerine drabble event #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #chenle fluff #zhong chenle fluff #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream drabbles

[scoops-aboy86]

I work in a behavioral therapy adjacent role, and I recently came across a cool information sheet about food sensory input that, I mean, because I think about Steddie at all times, immediately made me think of @hotluncheddie's autistic Steve stuff. Which I need to read more of! But, in the meantime, I thought this was cool.

It also maybe kind of explains my occasional intense need for cronchy and/or sour foods.

The following a checklist of foods organized into different textures, flavors, and consistencies. You can use this list to become “detectives” to help determine what works best to calm or alert your child (depending on the needs at the time). This can help bring your youth move to the desired energy level (calm or alert). This can provide sensory input throughout the day in order to adjust their arousal level to meet the demands of the situation.

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Chewy Foods- CALM Crunchy Foods- ALERT Sucking (candy or through a straw)- FOCUS

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Sucking Foods FOCUS

Ice

Hard candy

Candy sour balls

Suckers

Juice popsicles

Frozen grapes

Orange wedges

Lemon wedges

Chewy Foods CALM

Cheese

Fruit leather

Fruit roll ups

Dried fruit

Raisins

Chewy granola bar

Tootsie pops

Gum

Bagels

Gummy bears/worms

Licorice

Skittles

Crunchy Foods ALERT

Crackers

Popcorn

Goldfish

Crunchy cereal

Ginger snaps

Carrots

Celery

Other raw veggies

Apples, pears, etc.

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Sweet Foods- CALMING Salty Foods- ALERTING Sour Foods- VERY ALERTING Bitter/Spicy Foods- EXTREMELY ALERTING

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🍬 Sweet CALMING

Dried fruit

Applesauce

Pudding

Flavored yogurt

Candies (sugar free)

🥨 Salty ALERTING

Chips

Bread sticks

Croutons

Crackers

Pretzels

🍋 Sour VERY ALERTING

Lemonade powder

Lemons, grapefruits etc.

Sour candies

🌶️ Bitter/Spicy EXTREMELY ALERTING

Cinnamon gum

Black pepper

Chili powder

Coffee crystals

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Non-Food Items

There are several ways to get oral sensory input using non-food items. They are most often used while the jaw utilizes the chewing and sucking sensations (muscle work). Some ideas include:

Chewing gum (muscle work for the jaw and cheeks).

Chewing on straws (muscle work for the jaw and cheeks).

Using and exercise water bottle (sucking, using muscles).

Using a smaller or larger straw depending on how much work you want the jaw muscles to have.

Chewing on soft rubber tubing.

Musical instruments that require mouth input (recorder, harmonicas, flutes etc.)

#not sure how to tag this #fun facts about sensory input #fun facts about food sensory input #autistic steve harrington

[jjongscardigan]

PAPER RINGS₊ ⊹⟡ — p.jongseong

11. collective thirdwheeling

note: Hi, friends! Sorry for my absence. 😅 School's been a pain in the behind. And I was busy with other stuff (watching 2000s rom-coms also counts, yes!) I'll finish this story soon though, no worries. I have an outline of what's coming up so I'll probably write the next few 'chapters' this weekend. Have a nice day (or evening depending on where you're from). 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

"Hi, kids" you wave at the camera as Jay appears behind you. You raise the camera a bit higher and he grins while waving as well. "Today we're going to explore an adult shop. I got the idea because Yunjin and I walked past it one time. I was scared because there were muzzles and collars. We quickly ran out of that part of the street. BUT curiosity killed the cat and in this case cats because Jongseong-ie is joining me."

"But before we go explore… the adult shop…" You whisper the last part, "We're going to do a mukbang segment first because that's what I stand for. Right, Jay?" He nods and puts an arm around your shoulder. You make eye contact and look away quickly. "Let's go look for food!"

"I'm craving lobster, not going to lie," Jay says as he leans over your shoulder to look at your screen. "No, we had that last Wednesday. Can you eat something other than seafood, Mr Park." You pat his cheek and refocus on looking for food. "What about cream malaxianguo? With fried shrimp dumplings" you ask as your mouth starts to water at the thought of the food. He nods and grabs the camera to turn it off.

There is a montage of you and Jay just sitting there waiting for the food. Then it turns to you guys sitting neatly facing the camera with the food set out in front of you. "Thank you for the food! Eat well, kids!" You start with the dumplings and immediately widen your eyes in awe. "This is so good" you exclaim as Jay hands you a tissue, almost in automatic mode. The mukbang speeds up and then you're done eating. "Thank you for the food" you hear Jay say.

"Let's go!" You start skipping down the footpath and humming the baby shark tune. "Guys, she's officially lost it. Who sings a children's song while going to a [bleep] shop?" Jay shakes his head and follows you with the camera. When you arrive, before Jay, you stand in front of the door and wait for Jay to rejoin your side. "Let's go, BFFs"

"Y/n, I'm scared…" Jay whispers as you guys make your way in between the isles. He points at what looks like a ribbed dildo. "That can't be enjoyable. Ain't no way." You giggle as you guys go even deeper into the shop. "Guys, they have blow job bibs" You point the camera at the item and zoom in with a funky little noise.

Suddenly a woman approaches you guys. You pan the camera away to not show her face. The screen turns black and the words 'video gone wrong' appear in bold red letters.

"Not very customer service-y, guys," you say outside the shop. "We got kicked out, haha" Jay is shaking with laughter in the background as you recount how a worker told you not to film and kicked you out. "Let's go to Tesco" Jay huffs with exhaustion from laughing so hard. "Y/n, never again. Please, I beg" You pull him along while muttering to the camera. "No promises"

"Okay, next segment and last segment is another mukbang because food is life. Literally. We went to Tesco and got lots of candies, so let's try them." Jay sits down by your side and scoots a little closer to inspect the candy you're observing. "It's sour apparently" You give it to Jay knowing that you can't stand sour candies. His face scrunches up and you laugh.

"I'll eat the gummy bears." You put a handful in your mouth and start choking. Jay taps your back and you wipe away the tears. "Let's not anymore." Jay takes away the package and gives you the sweet peaches. "Man, I love these," you say while swallowing the candies. Jay fondly shakes his head and giggles while handing you a glass of water.

"Lovelies, tschüs! I'll see you in the next video" Jay waves and puts his hand on the lens.

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[ask-misconduct]

Here is the dabloon store buy what need

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unconventional amount of gummy bears

Blue unknown rock

Huge bag of blood

14 souls of the innocent

staples

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All items are 2 dabloons

has a flower crown bc of this

sequel to this

next part of this

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