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getosbigballsack · 1 year

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OK, so here's my request. I'm craving for some influencer!gojo so here's the thing, he's doing livestream and the reader is with him, it's at the lasts 10 minutes of stream so they're answering questions about anything, like their relationship, about him or her, some gossip, whatever. But the things is, his cock is deep inside of her and every movement she makes he's gritting his teeth bc they're trying to hide it

IDK IF YOU UNDERSTOOD BUT IVE TRIED 😭 I just love your fics so much I couldn't just not request something

𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒓 𝑬𝒍𝒔𝒆

𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑪𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 (𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒖𝒑) 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐❤︎❣︎❣︎ 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. (𝑷.𝑺: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕.

𝑾𝑪: 2.06𝒌

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

Always expect the unexpected whenever you’re with your boyfriend Gojo Satoru.

All you wanted was just a bit of his love and affection, while he was playing Call of Duty Modern Warfare Two with Suguru and Choso. Just a little bit of his affection because you were just in need of some little loving.

You weren’t being needy right?

Wrong. Oh so fucking wrong.

Your need for his affection is the reason why you were desperately biting on his shoulders at the current moment.

You were somehow being punished for being needy, when you weren’t even being needy in the first place.

…

How long have you been dating y/n?

Gojo had you in his lap, caressing your back with fingers as he stared at the question that appeared in the live chat room. “Yeah, Y/N and I have been dating since high school. We’re in our final year at Toyo University. SO it’s safe to say that we’ve been dating for six.” Gojo answered as he stared down at your gaping cunt squeezing onto his dick. He bit his lips to hold in his moans, you felt so fucking good around him.

You two have the most perfect relationship on social media and I know that I’m not the only one who believes that you two have a perfect relationship.

“Our relationship is far from perfect to be honest. We still argue from time to time,” he paused a bit and closed his eyes. He decided to hug you closer until your chet was pressing into his and now you were sharing each other’s air space. He wanted to moan so badly, but he had to hold it in, he had to. He only had a few more minutes until he could finally close out his stream and stuff your cunt full of his thick, white, creamy cum.

“As I was saying, we argue from time to time. She’ll kick me outta the room for like an hour before coming downstairs to cuddle with me. We have our ups and down, we have our struggles. But we’re quick to solve them by either talking or having sex.”

“T… Toru,” you mumbled into his shoulder. Your voice was trembling so much, and to be honest it would have been better if you had kept your mouth shut, but God he just had to say something like that to irritate you.

Gojo smiled, kissing the top of your head then your ears while whispering, “You’re doing so well for me. So good baby.” You allowed his praises to get to your head which caused you to release a loud moan. “Shh baby, you don’t want them to know what we’re doing now.”

You began whimpering into his shoulder, tiny hands clinging to the back of his shirt to keep yourself from bouncing on his cock that has been leaking inside you for a while now. You wanted him fuck you stupid now. You didn’t want this at first, all you wanted was just some affection, maybe his big warm hugs, nose rubs or forehead kisses would have been fine. Now that he had you fully seat on his long, thick, and veiny cock, you wanted nothing more than to be fucked stupid.

He shifted his thighs under your legs a bit, his movements had you hoisting yourself from his cock and without warning you slammed yourself down. You both bit back your moan and your boyfriend was quick to shut his camera off, then quickly grab your hips. His long slender fingers sank themselves in your tender flesh to keep you still as he brushed his lips against your ear and whispered, “I know you’re a needy little cock whore when I have you on my dick, but you need to keep still or else.”

His warning made goosebump rise all over your arms and thighs and you almost wanted to disobey him just to see what he would do to you. But at the same time you thought that it was for Gojo to end his stream.

So you're going to do your best to ignore the feeling of his hard and hot cock that was deep and resting comfortably on your g-spot. You’ll try your best to take as many deep breaths as you could to keep yourself from moving, even though it felt as if breathing was proving to be difficult for you because with every breath you take, you could feel his cock pressing into you even more.

“I’m sorry about that guys, my girlfriend isn’t feeling well at the moment,” Gojo chuckled as he turned his camera back on. “Only 10 more minutes until my stream ends for the night so if you have any questions that you wanna ask, then now will be the best time to do so.” Gojo began to read his chat again before whispering in your ear. “Only ten more minutes and once those minutes are up, I’ll get to fill your pretty little cunt with my cum.”

“I wanna be filled now,” You whimpered as you pressed your sweat face into his face. You were flustered, your tummy felt weird. Being on his cock for so long made your little cunt feel overstimulated. You wanted him to hurry up and pound you until you cum as a matter of a fact, you felt as though you were about to cum soon.

He chuckled, his warm minty breath tickling your sweaty skin and you shuddered yet again. This had your heart beating rapidly against your chest. Anyways, Gojo glanced at the screen to see that a question had popped up.

What do I do to maintain a healthy relationship with Y/N. Earlier you said that you’ve been together for 6 years, you’re basically high school sweethearts so how do you do it?

“Normally, I’d let Y/N answer this question,” he said as he rested both hands on your butt and caressed them. “But since my pretty baby is not feeling so well, then I’ll answer myself.”

“Toru… I feel like… I wanna… I wanna cum,” you whimpered beneath your shaky breath. Gojo chuckled, he already knew you were about to cum, your little cunt was clenching and creaming around his cock so hard, he swore that you’ll make a mess of his pants, by the time his stress was over.

“Hold it Y/n,” he whispered, pinching your ass cheeks in the process before he proceeded to answer the question. “To be honest, the key to having a healthy relationship with Y/n or let me say the key to maintaining such a healthy relationship with my girlfriend is communication.” Your body began to slightly tremble on his lap, you felt as though you were about to pass out from the overwhelming sensation that was suddenly pouring all over you.

A smile grew on his lips when your thighs twitched and your soaking pussy walls throbbed around his cock. “Like I said before we have our struggles and sometimes those struggles lead to arguments. But instead of walking away from each other, when we’re down arguing I’ll give her a hug to cool her down a bit before sitting down to cool off. Then after a moment of silence we’ll both have a conversation to fix our problem and if that doesn’t work we’ll just have sex. Sex fixes problems that normal conversation can’t fix.”

He gritted his teeth before kissing your forehead once more, “Ok guys, I only got time to answer one question and give a random thought like I alway”

“Toru… I can’t hold it any longer,” You whined into his shoulders.

But he paid no attention to you. You were just going to have to be a good girl and wait. He was getting a liitle impatient too.

Would we ever get story time?

“What do you mean storytime? Story time as in my first time with Y/N and so on. If that’s what you’re asking, we already made a video about it, it’s just a matter of time. Our editor has the video so we’re just waiting.”

What’s the random thought for the day?

Gojo sighed softly, his hands still massaging your backside. “The song" Good kisser "by usher is not about kissing someone's lips. It’s actually about oral sex. The man was literaa;y talking about orals guys. That’s my random thought of the day,” He said to his stream. “Anyways guys I’m about to sign off now. I hope you have a great night and stay peachy.”

And with that said he quickly signed off his stream. You on the other hand tossed your head back while moaning loudly.

“I’m surprised you didn’t cum all over me. Good girl,” he chuckled, his fingers digging into the flesh of your eyes and suddenly your eyes were positioned in the back of your head. He was lifting your hips, moving you up and down on his cock and you could feel very thick veins sliding against your gummy walls.

“Oh yes,” you moaned, your soaking pussy clenching even tighter around his cock so nicely. Your knees were already bent at either side of his hip and your chest was already pressing into his.

“This is what you wanted huh?” He asked.

“Yes” you moaned in sync with your ass clapping against his clothed thighs.

He chuckled then tossed his head back to release a throaty moan. You were taking him so well. He could feel the slightly jiggling of your ass in his palms as he slammed you down on his cock, over and over.

You were so close to cumming, you felt like you were definitely going to pass, your head now resting on his shoulders and your eyes still at the back of your head. The coils in your tummy kept on getting tighter and tighter. “Toru,” his name slipped past your lips just as you reached your orgasm. Gojo was moaning loudly in your ear, his own hips thrusting upwards to meet your ass as he chased the long awaited release. It wasn’t long before his cock swelled and burst his cum inside you. He moaned your name, his hand wrapping tightly around your waist to keep you closer as he emptied his cum in you. Man it would have been nice if he’d done this earlier, but nonetheless it still felt good to feel his semen filling your cunt and it made your shudder.

“Baby?” he called as he kissed your shoulder.

“Hm” you answered.

“You this is only the beginning right,” he asked as he slapped your booty cheeks.

You rolled your eyes, you had already anticipated this. You know once your boyfriend’s cock was inside your pussy, it would take you multiple orgasms before he even considered pulling out. And even when he does, he would still be fucking you until he himself can’t come anymore, which seems to be impossible because Gojo, huh you already know what up.

“Just take me to the bed already,” you mumbled against his shoulders and he chuckled. “You said you wanted to stuff me full of cum right?”

“Don’t tempt me baby,” he said before slapping your ass once more. “You know what’ll happen if you tempt me like that. Do you want me to breed you?”

You grinned against his shoulders before answering, “That’s the plan right? To stuff me full of your juicy cum until you’re sure that I’ll get pregnant.”

“Y/N,” he warned as he stood up from his gaming chair. He locked his hands under your ass before walking with you outside the gaming room and towards the bedroom that you share with. “Stop tempting me for real Y/N.”

“Awe come on big boy,” you moaned as he pulled out of you and laid you down on the bed. You sat up on your knees with cum leaking from your pussy. You quickly get rid of the rest of your clothing then you whisper, seductively, “Don’t you wanna be a daddy.”

And that all it took before he had you in a mating press, fucking his hard cock and more of his cum inside your delicous cunt.

…

All you wanted was his affection in the beginning, but now you were getting more than his affection, you were getting stuffed with his little minions.

Maybe you should cock warm him more often when he’s streaming.

Maybe.

𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒕

@getosbigballsack 2023

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lopsicle · 1 year

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What about Enid (with Thing's assistance) tickles Wednesday bc she saw her smile once and really wants to see her dimples. (Hope this is ok. Just thought it would be cute lol. Jenna's dimples might be the cutest thing ive ever seen)

Oh! I actually had an idea similar to this, where Wednesday was trying to ask for tickles from Enid, but was struggling so Thing decided to tickle her to show Enid what she wanted, and I may end up writing that but right now I like this one more!

Smiles of laughter

Characters: Lee! Wednesday; Ler! Enid, Ler! Thing

Warnings: Death mention, tickle fic.

Enid’s fingers slowly moved the nail varnished covered brush down Thing’s sprawled out fingers, who was laying like a cat in front of Enid’s cross legged. Her movements were slower, and more absentminded because there was one image that she couldn’t take out of her mind. Wednesday Addams smiling. It seemed virtually impossible, totally out of character for the goth girl, but Enid caught a small glimpse of it earlier today when she entered the room.

Wednesday hadn’t even realised Enid saw her, she thought her face was mostly covered by the book she was reading, but it didn’t hide her rare joy to see her friend. The two had barely spoke tonight, Enid had no idea how to bring it up, or even to get her to smile again. Her thoughts were interrupted by a frantic tapping onto the vibrant covers of her bed. Looking back down at the severed appendage, she noticed some of the nail polish she was applying had accidentally been brought down to its finger. ‘Oh! I’m sorry, Thing!’ The girl quickly apologised, which caused Wednesday to briefly look at the two before turning back to her book. The werewolf reached her hand over to her drawer and pulled out a wipe and cleaned off the polish from Thing’s fingers, who shrugged at her, asking her why she lost focus. Enid stared down at Thing, then over to Wednesday to confirm she wasn’t paying attention, then back to Thing. She reached over and placed the hand on her shoulder, tilting her neck away from Wednesday as she spoke to it. ‘You gotta promise me you’re not gonna tell anyone,’ she prompted, which Thing tilted at, seemingly asking why. ‘Because she’ll kill me if anyone knows about this!’ She said in a whisper shout, which made Thing get the message as they waited patiently for an answer. ‘I saw her smile earlier.’ Thing practically jumped upwards in surprise, and Enid quickly raised her arms and caught the hand mid air. Wednesday turned again and raised an eyebrow, Enid could feel her heart beating faster as a bit of colour moved to her cheeks. ‘He..fell,’ she said slowly, not being able to think of any other convincing lie. Wednesday let out a small hum in response, not having the energy to retort against the girl.

Enid let out a sigh of relief as she turned to Thing was a disgruntled expression who apologetically tapped her wrist. Enid let out another low sigh and dropped Thing onto the bed, who crawled back onto her lap. He tilted at the Nevermore student, questioning what she’d do next which Enid also shrugged at. She let him crawl back up to her shoulder and kept talking, leaning her head back onto her bed frame. ‘It’s just..her smile was so pretty..’ she gushed quietly, her own smile curling onto her face as she played with a lock of her hair ‘and I don’t really know how to get her to smile more.’ Thing would smile at the girl if he could, the bond the two girls had was something different, it was stronger then anything else in the school walls. Though, it seemed like a small lightbulb went off inside of him when he thought of a solution to Enid’s problem. He moved closer across her shoulder and began gently scribbling his nails against her exposed neck. Her breathing hitched against the unexpected touch and she batted his fingers away,squirming her legs slightly as she bit on her lip to not let any laughter out. Thing quickly brought his newly painted nails away, seeing the girl already struggle to keep in her laughter. ‘Thing!’ She hissed at him with a quiet voice. ‘What was that for?’ He tapped on the bed, and then pointed over to Wednesday. Enid tilted her head in confusion at the hand, but something clicked inside her Jane he wiggled his fingers. Wednesday Addams was…ticklish? A second light bulb went off and her mouth went into a small ‘o’ shape. ‘That’s how I can make her smile!’ She whisper shouted at thing, her own smile curling onto her face as she looked down at a rather proud, or smug, it’s hard to tell, Thing.

Wednesday had been buried in her book for the last half an hour, and only recently had drawn her attention away to Enid and Thing. She knew the two could be hiding something, seeing as it wasn’t in Enid’s typical nature to remain quiet, but maybe she was being considerate for once. It wasn’t until she felt her mattress sink that she peered upwards, and saw an unusually happy Enid. Well, it wasn’t unusual for her to be happy, but she seemed even more overjoyed at the moment. She raised an eyebrow, almost expecting Enid to speak before breaking the silence. ‘Wouldn’t you prefer to stay on your own side?’ She prompted her to leave, though it was more polite then what she’d say to other people. ‘No, I think I prefer it here actually!’ She smiled even wider, which struck Wednesday as a little off. ‘If you want something, you have to ask for it,’ she said, deciding it to be the reason for the girl’s unusual behaviour. Truth be told, the colourful girl was only distracted her while Thing crawled onto the other side of the bed, leaving Wednesday between the two. ‘Well, I guess there is something I want,’ she said, leaning her back against the bed frame as she tilted her neck to be able to look at Wednesday. ‘Well, spit it out now then, Sinclair,’ she ordered, looking up at the girl expectantly.

As the words let her mouth, she felt a long nail begin to trace upwards from her hip. She flinched back towards Enid, turning to see Thing next to her, when Enid’s hand began squeezing her side. ‘Hm, whatever your doing, you should s-stop it, now,’ she barked out, trying to keep her composure. She did manage to keep a straight face and her laughter remained bottled up in her throat, but Enid could tell her methods were working. Like most things with Wednesday, she managed to keep her reactions very well hidden, but her roommate always noticed when something was off, like how she stuttered when she was talking, or the way she recoiled from Thing’s touch. ‘You really are ticklish!’ Enid gasped out, letting her hand trail over to Wednesday’s stomach. Given that Wednesday had rarely been tickled before, she was finding it increasingly difficult to find a way to react. Instinctively, she tried grabbing at Enid’s hands but that proved useless once Thing’s fingertips shot into her armpits. She pulled her arms down to her sides, and tried to refrain from kicking her legs. She bit down on her inner cheek, an action that thankfully went unnoticed by the two.

‘Come on, why don’t you laugh? Or at least smile, for me?’ Enid offered, but it was more of a demand as her king colourful nails sink into Wednesday’s stomach, making the girl wince, not out of pain, but out of annoyance from the tickling. Well, sort of. She did it on purpose, because she truthfully didn’t mind the tickling. She could never admit that though, it was too childish and happy of an interest that even her carefree self wouldn’t be able to admit it in the slightest, which she luckily wouldn’t have to do. ‘Hm, what if I tickle you right..here?’ Enid asked, scratching a single finger at the girl’s navel. With the tickling focused at a single, small spot, it became a lot harder to keep her composure. Her leg kicked once suddenly, her eyes squinted ever so slightly in seeming frustration and she couldn’t even open her mouth to send a remark at Enid, fearing that her La if her would pour out if she did. ‘Oh, that definitely got a reaction out of you!’ Wednesday shook her head quickly, denying her roommate’s accusation which Enid giggled at. ‘

‘Okay then, not here..then what about here?’ She asked, pinching and circling her fingers at the girl’s thighs. While her thighs weren’t her most sensitive spot, they were still fairly ticklish and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep a straight face. She allowed the edges of her lips to curl ever so slightly, it felt as if a weight was lifted, but an even heavier one was put on her when she felt a subtle scratching at her ribs from Thing. Her legs kicked once more, before she planted her heels against the bed, inching away from Thing’s fingers. ‘Oh, you must have found a good spot up there, huh?’ Enid teases once more, which just made the tickling all the more worse. The goth had no idea how to respond to teasing at all, she felt like she wanted to curl up, but didn’t want to look weak. It wasn’t until Enid’s nails suddenly plunged into the back of her knees that she lost her composure. Her legs jolted away from her nails, she softly batted at Thing and a very small smile made its way onto her face. With her having no idea what to do, she dropped her book onto her face to hide it muffled laughter poured out of her mouth. ‘Nahaahahahahaah!’

The sound made Enid perk up as she turned to the rather adorable sight. ‘Aw, Wednesday, you really should laugh more, it’s adorable!’ She cooed, scribbling her against her knees. Wednesday instinctively curled her knees closer to her, which just gave Enid a chance to crawl up to her. She pulled the book from her face as Thing continuously tapped at her ribs like a piano, and all she could do was try and wiggle away from him, or slap down on his fingers, which she much preferred. Needless to say, Enid could’ve practically melted at the sight that she saw. Wednesday’s eyes were squinted slightly, and her smile was so unbelievably pretty. She took a couple of seconds to just pause and stare down, more and more laughter being let out by the girl causing her to blush even more. ‘Staahaahahahap!’ Wednesday ordered, trying to sound threatening which was hard through all the laughter.

‘Oh! Right! Of course!’ Enid nodded, shaking her head and blinking a bit before shooing Thing away gently. Wednesday took in some deep breaths through her nose, fixing her face to her neutral, somewhat disgruntled expression before sitting up and turning to Enid. ‘If you tell anyone about this-,’ she started, but was quickly interrupted ‘yeah, you’ll kill me, I know, I won’t!’ Enid reassured her, which caused Wednesday to sigh and look away. After a moment of consideration, she asked ‘why did you do that?’

Enid took a few seconds to think. She didn’t really want to lie to Wednesday, but she wasn’t sure how she’d react. Still, her kind nature wouldn’t allow her to do she decided to tell her the truth. ‘I..wanted to see you smile,’ she said cautiously, ‘it’s pretty.’ She added.

Wednesday sat in silence for a couple of moments, before looking up to a somewhat worried Enid.

‘Yours is too.’

#lee! wednesday #wednesday tickle #lee wednesday #wednesday #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #wenclair #wenclair tickle

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schumigrace · 6 months

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GRACE HELLO!!!!!!!! I JUST NEEDED TO COME SCREAM AT YOU ABOUT THE RACE FOR A SEC BCS IVE BEEN BSUY FOR A BIT!!!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HOW DO I EVER MENTALLY RECOVER FORM THATT???????????? HOW DO I NOT TALK ABOUT HIS DEFENSE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE????? ANS SCREAM ABOUT THAT OVERTAKE????

Like as you said the sequence of events was absolutely deranged. Getting cautiously excited about how long he's kept p3 -> getting a bit nervous about perez inching closer -> covering my eyes during the pit stops -> losing 50 years off my life during the last 30 laps of defense -> screaming and crying(negative) when perez overtook -> losing my fucking mind at the last lap and collapsing on the floor -> collapsing on the floor again when I noticed MARK WEBBER

But yeah yeah yeah I'm normal about it all :) perfectly normal and calm. How are you...?

(Also I love that both of our dads are Alonso fans LMFAO)

CATIE HI !!!!!! YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT ALL OF THIS

NO but honestly like I genuinely do expect for him to start showing a drop in form at this point because he is 42 YEARS OLD he has been racing in F1 for nearly 23 years !!!! AND THEN HE DOES SHIT LIKE THIS ???? Like he just shows absolutely no sign of losing skill anywhere and it's WILD he is truly a talent of a generation. I don't know what I'll do when he retires it'll break me

The defense oh my god ????? Checo was literally within 1 second of him for like 10 fucking laps with the clearly faster car and just COULDNT?? OVERTAKE ????? WHAT !!!! and the pure skill to keep with him once he did get past and manage to pressure him into a mistake with less than a lap to go WHAT THE FUCK CATIE !!! HOW ?????

today has taken 10 years off of my life and probably added 10 years to his

also yes it's so funny to me because he is a michael forza ferrari tifoso schumacher before anything else so spent the majority of my life HATING fernando but I just kept being REALLY annoying to him and eventually he caved. so now we have both lost our german menaces from the sport and turned to our emotional support spanish menace instead

#I'll never move on from today.#i will be stuck here until i die #talking about those last 5 laps over and over again until i get sectioned and locked away forever probably

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yuukei-yikes · 1 year

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shintaro and kanos toxic relationship can be something so deeply appealing because of how horrible they are for each other. like. kano having to analyze his actual emotions towards shintaro and shintaro also finally giving in to the im bisexual crisis and also dude youre aware thats your dead girlfriend’s little brother right? also something something kano getting upset with shintaro and using his eye powers to turn into ayano just to hurt him. theyre unhealthy. they make me absolutely insane ok sorry if this was unintelligible in ur inbox lmao

RIGHT but ALSO IT COULD EVENTUALLY TURN INTO SOMETHING HEALTHY... like ofc a lot of clownery has to go on before and that clownery is so so so so so so much fun to explore. but i do think they're capable of getting to a point of a peaceful relationship despite it involves mutual compliance/resignation with both each other and themselves that leads to WOW eventual happiness and contentment with each other. it gets to a point where they aren't together out of their own gratification but bc they LIKE EACH OTHER AS PEOPLE AND YEAH THEY ALWAYS DID BUT THEY NEVER LIKED EACH OTHER MORE THAN THEY RESENTED EACH OTHER BUT NOW THEY DONT RESENT IT THEY JUST LIKE EACH OTHER AND THATS ENOUGH(holds head) bc "well i guess we deserve each other" and it is still sad but...not so much?? idk if that makes sense. but like... Healthy peaceful kanoshin (explodes) like they're arguing and getting all on each other's faces and the Dan's like can u stop fighting and theyre like ?? that's just how we talk though we arent fighting? and they rly arent. ppl who have never been in a loving relationship (not necessarily romantic by the way) with this dynamic wont understand but it IS possible. *shakes you*

idk ive read some stuff where they're so tooth rottingly sweet to each other and i just can't see it💔 i think they can have rare tender moments ofc and they DO but then both act super awkward despite they're in a relationship LOL like they can have 1 tender moment then turn around and just sit there holding hands and awkwardly scrolling on their phones idk idk idk (goes crazy) or they just tease each other abt it or whatever. i think they both rather show affection physically rather than verbally?? i think kanos super touchy. shintaros like do u have to sit here (shot of the completely empty couch aside from shintaro sitting on the edge and kano pressed right beside him) and kano's like wdym. kano's always with an arm around him even if hes shorter. hehe. its so normal shintaro gets used to it so kano just casually throws himself on his lap and shintaro's just like lifting his arms to give him space and never looks away from his phone *destroys all my pillows shaking them like a dog*

not me getting into love language territory. sorry. whatever. idk what all of them even are i think there is 5 but kanoshin is NOT words of affirmation. i think both want them but can't handle hearing it. like yeah they flirt (it IS cringe) but man idk i just cant imagine them being super outwardly sweet to each other... like their flirting is super cringe its the oh REAAAALLY?? kind of flirting not HEHE... kind. DO U UNDERSTAND WHAT IM SAYING OR AM I INSANE

sorry u sent an ask abt toxic kanoshin and i answered with fluff THATS NOT TO SAY UR WRONG. UR TOTALLY RIGHT. BUT I THINK THEY CAN GET TO A GOOD POINT TOGETHER AFTER A LONG CIRCUS MOMENT i just felt bad i kept using them as punching bags everytime i talked abt them... and they are both so capable of love. they are so capable of love that is why they suffer like they do(holds head) they deserve to flirt and be silly i think. tender kanoshin *world explosion*

BTW u mentioned dead ayano. dont get me started on dead or alive ayano for str thats another subject (quickly: dead ayano is a more meaningful end but AYANO I LOVE YOU so i always keep her alive in my post str stuff) kanoshin can work even if ayano lives‼️‼️‼️ ALSO COME ON THAT MAKES IT SO MUCH FUNNIER

#ask tag #let me google abt love languages.#headcanons

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omg ive been there before,, i failed my chem test and my avg is a 63 rn.. ☹️

praying our teachers accidentally slip & fall straight on their keyboard and somehow give us a 90 on the next tests. 😓🤲

(currently distracted by thoughts of school athlete! WOONHAK whos playing basketball at a park, sees the reader sitting on a nearby bench, [woonhak has had a crush on them for the past few months] he has some sort of spike of courage, goes “hey this is for you”, aims at the hoop, misses, proceeds to sulk, but lucky for him the reader finds him cute!!!)

okay omg gn i was abt to send this until i started thinking about soccer players SUNGHO & JAEHYUN with coaches daughter reader.. (YKWIM?? like in serenade that one lyric of ‘ill get along with your dad for you.’)

SOBBINGG imagine a father figure coach for sungho & jaehyun.. then their coach introduces his daughter as the club manager,, and they just go 😨😍. their coach obviously sees the way his two star players look at his daughter though!! more laps around the field for them 😡!!

but unfortunately for their coach, (fortunate for us. bc oh my gosh sungho and jaehyun.) jaehyun and sungho would do anything to impress their new manager.

oh my gosh wait because hear me out on this. english foreigner exchange student in korea, meets RIWOO. like what if she gets lost around the halls one day and stumbles into riwoo whos practicing some new choreo.

she goes to ask for help, but ultimately riwoo just stands there barely understanding what shes saying with his limited english and just starts laughing awkwardly and saying ‘yes!’ (i vividly remember boynextdoor tonight where he was getting interviewed in english and he just kept agreeing with the interviewer while awkwardly laughing.) he doesn’t know if hes nervous because of the language barrier, or if its because such a pretty person is standing infront of him… That day he goes straight home to call taesan in hopes to learn more English. >_<

AHH OH MY GOF imagine like like like like being dorm neighbors with TAESAN and the walls end up being a little to thin.. (without the readers knowledge..) and Taesan can’t help but hear how they both have similar music taste. if he puts a cup by the wall (which he once did) he could definitely make out some humming of NIRVANA and Oasis. Now hes in his apartment pondering how to become friends (and possibly even more!) with the reader..

now, now hear me out. elementary school leehan finds socially isolated reader at recess, eating a gummy set. like pizza, taco, hamburger type of gummy set. slowly but surely they end up bonding, thats how leehan became infatuated with gummies.. ofc leehan shared his interests with the reader too! showing his fish tank with his proud toothy grin. sadly, the reader had to move away, leaving leehan alone with a severe gummy addiction..

but oh MY? a new student enrolled in his class? they look just like the reader.. but it cant be! the new student is nothing like them.. they’re more outgoing and bubbly now, are their school supplies fish themed? its like fate brought them back together >< the reader is still inlove with gummies, but now they also have a big heart for fish and other sea animals.

omg i was supposed to just be talking abt goofy woonhak missing his shot,, dont know how it all came to this.

-🍉

me and you are dying in our ap classes like why did god decide that ap was a good idea then shoot us in the head with it >:T i also hope our teachers fall suddenly ><

ATHLETE WOONHAK IN HIGHSCHOOL HAS GENUINELY BEEN ON MY MIND FOR LIKE.. EVER. like bro you don't know how often i think about that; but i actually think a few people on tumblr have written that scenario very similarly, so i was too scared to ever write about it since i don't want people to think i'm copying them AJAJS

as someone who is not into sports, i am surprising myself with how into these ideas i am cause.. bro sungho and jaehyun being soccer players PERIOD makes me blush. this is giving.. unit series.. YOU GIVE ME WAY TOO MANY IDEAS MELON MY BRAIN CAN'T ELABORATE HARD ENOUGH ON GOOGLE DOCS! but coach telling them to run more laps is so funny to me AHASJKHB like i can imagine jaehyun being like 'woah.. hey..' and sungho stepping on his foot with his cleats like 'bro stfu'

but bro you're so smart for foreigner reader. because i think i've read like two fics that were like that and i know damn well they had me swooning. and imagining that is like.. reader would walk into whatever room riwoo was practicing, and he immediately greeted her but then when he SAW her he was like ♡_♡; and reader would probably think he's judging her for her korean skills and ends up just speaking in english while hes still ♡_♡ then him pretending like he knows whats going on </3 HES SO FUCKIGN CUTE I CANT

thin walls with taesan.. bye his ass is probably so nosy he probably accidentally listens to your conversations as he is on the floor painting, but then you suddenly arent on call anymore.. and then suddenly you're listening to the music he loves.. HIS ASS IS SPRINTING TO PUT HIS EAR UP TO THE WALL (imagine the scooby doo running sound) then he probably whines to jaehyun about not knowing what to do because he feels like he's going insane.

bro reuniting tropes (idk what they're called but yk what i mean) honestly piss me off a little bit because the people are always so stupid like THEY'RE RIGHT THERE HOW DO U NOT KNOW FOR SURE!!! but the way you described it with leehan made me blush a little.. im just imagining how cute little leehan would be like im gonna pinch his cheeks and cry AGHH but i'm more surprised that he consistently liked gummies for his entire life LOLL i don't even think i remember what my favorite candy was in elementary school.

i loved all your ideas like i was smiling so hard reading this while i was eating dinner HAHA keep em coming and i might have to do a backflip or something idk AJAJS

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really fucking sick of doctors going “well actually 🤔your backpain is just because you lay around in the computer all day 🤣kids these days” like all things aside let’s say that’s the issue. now what? you think i can just walk around outside for more than 3 hours without feeling so much pain i need to lay down on the floor(but clearly i can’t so i just start crying and go back home)? you think i can just stop drawing every day as if it won’t make me fatigued because drawing is my way of mentally resting? for fucks sake

listen, i go to school every day with analgesics. what 17 y/o does that? i have to take an analgesic gel to school, and even pills to take, because a lot of time they can’t handle the job, just make the pain tolerable. my friend hugged me a bit tighter then normal and i started coughing. i tried to fix my posture and i felt my fucking bones burning, and then i went back to my usual fucked up posture and they kept hurting so i was just in pain no matter what. i’ve nearly fainted about 3 times at school because my body pain was so big it was making me unconcious, my vision was getting black and i couldn’t hear a thing anyone was telling me bc it all turned into white noise-and one of them was on the way back home after school, a stranger had to help me and i was ready to pass out at this man’s arms when i couldn’t even see his face.

not to mention it’s my entire body that’s weak and hurting, my back is just worse. and it’s not because i’m sedentary, i dance at home because it’s the only sport i can do that makes me move around enough to be in shape but takes it easy on me enough that i won’t be in physical pain the next day and i can just lay down on the floor or on the bed of my home if i want to. my legs are some of the strongest part of my body thanks to it, but that’s not saying much, they still hurt so much that there are days i can’t walk without a limp and once i couldn’t walk at all and i needed a friend supporting me-i was almost begging for a cane of a wheelchair that day, but ofc the school wouldn’t be able to provide it. there were many days where i’m out with my back, shoulders and thighs all covered in analgesic just so i can simply be, and i’m thinking about putting some on my shoulder at this exact moment. my hands are awfully weak, to the point just a simple game of “throw this ball to me and i’ll throw it back to you” for a minute can make them hurt, or even opening paint cans, my leg can hurt from simple positions that shouldn’t even hurt and i can’t handle anyone sitting on my lap, and the amount of times the people around me have just picked me up and heard the crack on my bones or saw me curl up and hold my back in pain after

the only things that have gotten me somewhere is when my mom actually tried to help me instead of being all talk, she was the one that gave me analgesic and meds, gave me a new bra that could help support my shoulders and back more comfortably, she was the one that put bandages on my shoulders and a belt-thingy to fix in posture. but it shouldnt be her responsability, im begging doctors to do the things that she’s been doing already, and i know they can get farther then her so why won’t they just listen? why won’t they help? they just say “it’s because you use a computer all day” and pat themselves in the back. do your fucking job for once, i’ve already accepted if things stay the way they are i’ll be using a cane or some other device in a few years despite this being something ive been talking about for years! all people do is rub in my face how much this is all my fault-because i didn’t fix my posture at school, because i didn’t go to the gym, because this because that...I DON’T WANT THAT! I’M TIRED OF BEING BLAMED! I JUST WANT HELP TO BE HUGGED WITHOUT COUGHING IN PAIN, DAMN IT

#vent #i dont give a fuck if i have to use a device in a few years #im not afraid of being disabled #im furious that my pain is being extended because doctors wont take me seriously #theyre supposed to LISTEN theyre supposed to HELP #and they simply are not doing their damn jobs #as a patient i deserve better. i deserve a respect you are not providing me #and my condition is worsening because of your superiority complexes #if you think i am to blame for my current condition. fine.#but if i actually legally am considered physically disabled in some time #you are equally to blame #because you could have put a stop to this and you actually chose not to

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preybait · 3 months

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have i done this before? idk

1. What is your biggest sexual fantasy?

probably being kept as someones trophy pet and shown off as a quiet lap doll all the time.

2. What are your kinks?

i hate this question. show, not tell

3. Have you ever had a threesome?

yessss

4. Have you ever had sex in public?

yesssss

5. Have you ever faked an orgasm?

yesssss

6. What are your favorite sex positions?

doggy. idk i dont know names

7. Any kinks you would never admit to?

scent... huffing. idk

8. Does pain turn you on?

yes

9. Are you a sadist or masochist?

sadomasochist

10. Dom, sub, or switch?

switch but i feel like someones gonna beg to differ

11. Have you tried anal? Did you like it?

yes and yes

12. What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done?

kill someone

13. Do you like biting/scratching?

yes and yes

14. Do you like being spanked?

yessssss

15. Do you like having your hair pulled?

yes

16. Morning sex or nighttime sex?

both

17. Shave, wax, or natural?

natural!

18. Do you have a favorite sex toy?

my boyfriends guitar.

19. Favorite pornstar/porn?

20. Who do you want to fuck the most right now?

................

21. If you were the opposite sex for a day, what would you do?

jack that thang

22. Biggest turn offs?

insecurity. mixed signals. bad temper. childishness.

23. Do you like foreplay?

yes of course but. psychological foreplay for life

24. What turns you on the easiest?

being talked down to/baby talked. or being yelled at.

25. How do you feel about creampies?

always. never pull out never use rubbers never back down never WHAT

26. Spit or swallow?

swaller

27. Have you ever had sex with the same gender?

nyes

28. Opinion on hookups?

its fine. dont be a prude

29. Can you deepthroat?

nyes

30. Have you ever filmed yourself having sex?

31. How often do you masturbate?

once every week nowadays

32. Opinion on giving/receiving head?

im a pillow princess so i just prefer having my face fucked. sometimes i REALLY want someone to eat me out but its always best right Before being fucked bc its all tingly still and so wet and everythings so sensitive. imagine the squeal when it slips in

33. Have you ever been caught masturbating/having sex?

yes and yes

34. Do you ever go commando?

yes

35. How was your last sexual encounter?

i was dissociating but he was wonderful. sounded amazing. best whimpers. best brother. as long as he came thats all that matters

36. Have you ever tasted yourself?

yep. 10/10 michelin star restaurant

37. Booty or boobs?

both? but im partial to ass.

38. Girth or length?

girth

39. Do you like the lights on or off during sex?

difficult... i dont want to be looked at. but i wanna look at them...

40. Rough sex or intimate sex?

rough rough rough rough rough rough an be intimate just fucking beat the shit out of me and call me pretty girl

41. Do you like dirty talk?

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FUCK its the only thing that does it for me

42. Have you ever taken someones virginity?

yep

43. Most embarrassing sexual experience?

probably the many times ive thrown up on someone

44. Do you like lingerie?

its aight. no point really but boys look good in it

45. How would you rate your own sexual performance?

... i dont know ):

46. Can you squirt?

yes

47. Have you ever made yourself sore from masturbating?

yes...

48. Do you like being called derogatory names during sex?

ughgngngn yessssss

49. Do you like to be choked?

UGUGHGUHGUGHGHNNN YESSS

50. Do you like to be restricted during sex?

not by ropes so much but. belts and cuffs and hands, yes.

#meow

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plantley · 8 months

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ive had a bit of crush on my guy friend for a few months but ive been basically ignoring it and brushing it off as the wires are crossed and i dont actually like him, its only that he's one of my only guy friends and that i trust him so much, not a crush. and i cant have a crush on him because i dont date friends as a rule because it ruins the friendship and friend group. and theres no way he liked me too.

we had a fourth of july party, and especially towards the end of the night i thought there might be a little something. my legs were on him like kinda in his lap bc the couch was crowded. we were talking a lot, and at one point he went to grab my sunglasses from hanging on my tank top and like basically right between my boobs so like kinda intimate. but also literally all of our friend group is quite touchy and affectionate we everybody and we were drunk, so like none of that really was for sure that he liked me, but it felt different.

but the next week at trivia, he talked about dating apps or a girl he was talking to, so i took that as he obviously didn't like me and it was nothing because he was interested in other girls not me. so like id literally encourage him to get like the waitress' number and gave tips on talking to girls. like a month ago, my car broke and one week my friend allison gave me a ride and the 2 weeks after that max did, and its out of the way for both but i was like wow i have such good friends.

this saturday was allison's birthday party, and max said he was going to drive the 45 to pick me up and then 45 back to his and allisons place. and again thought, wow i have good friends and allison would have been sad if i couldnt be at her party. we all played beer pong, drinking games, just all hanging out and having a good time with everyone. i was crushing on max and was basically trying to see if itd be like last party and maybe there was something. i sat by him in our circle intentionally and kinda being more touchy than normal. but nothing either of us were doing were like obviously out of character and like clearly flirting.

part way thought the night, like 11 or 12, allison pulled me into her room and said "omg i just had an REVELATION! you and max need to hookup, tonight. yall have cute chemistry and now hookup and make it happen" and i was flabbergasted! like she knows my hard stance on "its a bad idea to date friends" so i tried arguing and like just making shocked stuttering noises, and before i could protest so much she grabbed me and pulled me back out to the party right by max, and she was smug like just do it.

but that had me thinking maybe its all in my head and like there is something there and maybe max likes me too. like if allison sees enough that she'd say that, its gotta be something. i kept acting the same way i was all night and now was just overthinking him even more.

towards the end of the night, like 2 or 3, some people went home, some were getting ready for bed, or just in smaller groups to talk in and it was just me and max talking. i was planning on just crash on the couch with julia, like normal, but by this point it definitely felt like there was something and he wanted to tell me but he couldnt. after a bit, he nervously asked if i wanted to be like cuddle buddies for the night and i said sure. we put on buffy the vampire slayer and cuddled for a bit but pretty quickly facing each other and having a real talk.

some of the details are a blur, but he was saying how he didnt want to pressure anthing or ruin our friendship, etc etc and hes fine with whatever i want and hes just so happy to be holding me and has wanted this for so long. i was like absolutely shocked still because i couldnt believe he liked me too and had for a while. he was so absolutely so sweet, but was so scared that its going to ruin things and i completely loose him as a friend but i was 100% comfortable and even leaned in to kiss him first and it was off from there. we kissed and cuddled the whole night and he was so fucking hot. he straight up tossed me to the other side of the bed. omg.

it was so sweet. the next morning we still were able to banter and tease each other. we did have to walk out the room and talk to all of our friends just knowing we got together and were dying for info, but i still didnt know what i entirely thought and didnt want to kiss and tell. i walked out to the patio with all the girls and they excitedly asked "omg what happened, SPILL" and i said "nothing happened, okay not nothing happened, something happened, just not everything", but i did tell them it was just like a sweet and wholesome night. like he seems to like me so much and has been just waiting to let me know and he said something like "you had to have felt something at the 4th of july party too" so it wasnt just in my head and he felt that too, and i would love to date him like proper bf/gf but i am so scared ill lose him and ruin the friend group and everything is going to go wrong.

but he drove me back home and we got dunkin on our way, and said he was going to take me to work too but i was like no way itll take me like 20 min to get ready, ill just get an uber. and he was like, nope i have nothing else to do, ill wait and im dropping you off. so i showered and got ready. i had to cover a hickey, and it was my first one bc i always say dont give me a hickey but he gave me a little one anyway. when i came back out to the car i gave him a hard time that he's not allowed to give me hickies bc im simply not good enough at makeup to cover them up, and he joked that its not worst than my birthmark on the other side of my neck.

he dropped me off right in front of my work and i gave him a kiss goodbye and he said something and i said "youre too sweet". i was reeling my entire shift trying to pros/cons whether its a good idea to pursue this. on my pros/cons list, at first all i wrote under both columns "its max". i see my therapist on wednesday and hopefully she can help me sort through this. i finished the pros/cons and both sides are pretty full. i think next time we see each other, well have a real talk about this and i think i want to like a trial period and like try going on a proper date and couple-ly things and if that goes well then actually date officially. i want to take the romantic mushy things slow so we have time to navigate. and have an easy out/get out of jail free card at any point so we dont feel stuck and call it off if things feel weird or mess with the friend group or arent compatible, etc.

honestly in hindsight, some things kinda add up that it was probably him liking me not just normal friends. also im pretty sure he'd totally told allison he like me and theyre in cahoots. i want this so bad, but im so scared to lose him. ugh i am loosing my mind over this, and being away from him and having to think if this is going to ruin everything is putting my stomach in loop. it feels so natural with him. this feels so cliche and sweet that its like something out of a sitcom.

like thinking about it, we make a lot of sense together. both have been through fucked up shit and can relate and joke about it with each other. were outdoorsy and talk about moving out into the middle of the woods. we are extraverted but if we run out of social battery were totally done. hes talked so sweetly about wanting a wife and doing everything he can to love and protect her and make her happy, its so precious. hes truly such a sweetheart. this is gonna kill me

#personal #boys boys boys #m #i’ve been saying for a while that i want a man who would chop firewood for me and he definitely would #goddamn i want to fuck him #like hes was already attractive but he was so hot it bed #like kinda rough but still so loving #part of my brain can only think about his hand on my neck and him on top of me like fuckk me #i am yearning #he slapped/grabbed my ass and said god i been waiting to do that #LIKE GOD THATS SO HOT #non essential to the story but also we all also blared emo/metal songs and i screamed so much i was loosing my voice

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toytulini · 3 years

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Found out the other day, kids these days dont know how to play mario kart wii anymore, i feel old lmao

#toy txt post #my dad keeps inviting his coworker over and his coworker keeps bringing his family and they brought 2 kids 2 days in a row #one is like????? idk 9? other is like in middle school #first day i was like hey yall wanna play mario kart on the switch? they were like okay sure and they played and they did p good #middle schooler kept either winning or almost beating me #younger one was not in last she was doijg p good #then the next day i had gotten the wii hooked up and the wiimotes charged and i was like i really want to play some sims racing #so the younger one played sims racing w me and did. not great. kept getting last. but i was ok thats not unexpected #sims racing is great but its also awful its like mario kart but Worse #but then we switched to mario kart wii. and oh my god. she kept doing bad in that one too #and at that point her brother was here and he kept kinda making fun of her a little for how bad she was racing u know in that sibling way #but then she made him play and almost immediately he was like oh no im so sorry this is hard actually #both of them were struggling not to get lapped. they were struggling w the tilt controls i think? i offered the nunchuck toggle but #it was refused. i tried to gently give pointers onnthe steering like try not to tilt the remote past straight up bc itll get confused #but alas. also the younger one kept picking the fastest cars she could find and not being able to reach top speed cos she kept crashing #they kept being like how are you lapping me??? and i was like bc ive played this game too much #i probably shouldve been a little merciful and like purposefully picked characters and cars that im not good at but i dont think even that #would've nerfed me enough fhfkhfhkxbowdb #this was Surreal to me bc i genuinely feel like the wii controls are easier?? tge remotes is so much better sized to hold in ur hands like a #little wheel...i am just. Baffled #i feel Old lmaoo #also tho playing wii vs switch mario kart just once again confirms to me that mario kart baby peach is The Worst #also god please if you are a Kid These Days who Knows How To Play Mario Kart Wii....it was a Joke im Kidding #the generalization is a joke! my sample size for this is 2 kids! im kidding! i Know there are probably Plenty of Kids These Days who know #how to play a wii etc etc dont fucking @ me

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sevmch · 3 years

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hq boys when you pepper them with kisses bc you're sad

characters: kenma, akaashi, kuroo

warning/s: none

genre: fluff, comfort

a/n: here's some fluff bc i think ive been writing too much angst lately aksjdkhskshs

kozume kenma

you were sitting next to kenma, staring at your boyfriend's face that had his game face plastered on his features in full concentration. you watched in silence as he played, cheek leaning against your palm.

this wasn't new, in fact, most of your time spent at his place were usually just you doing your own stuff while he played. you didn't really mind, wanting to just be around kenma and feel his presence.

he also loved having you near him, you knew that. but sometimes, especially when you're feeling down, it felt as if he didn't care a bit like right now. kenma cared a lot but he's no mind reader, so he doesn't exactly know you're upset because you failed one of your exams today.

but you really wanted to be close to him as some sort of comfort, so you moved away from the desk and lean towards kenma, resting your chin on his shoulders and catching him give you a side-eye.

"what're you doing?" he asked, focused on the screen again, fingers moving swiftly against the keyboards.

you shrugged, sighing deeply. "nothing."

"okay."

pouting at his lack of response, you placed a quick peck on his cheek. his brows jumped, the crease in his forehead disappearing for the first time tonight. you planted another one and another one and another one, soft and brief and lazy. kenma moved his face towards you when you stopped for a second due to the discomfort creeping up your neck from the position, your boyfriend whining at the sudden loss of contact.

now it's your brows that raised, not really expecting for him to ask more. he leaned closer, tilting his head a little sideways as a sign for you to keep going.

"why'd you stop?"

"my neck was starting to hurt, i thought i was bothering you though." you shifted in your seat to find a much comfortable position.

he frowned, glancing at you and quickly reaching for the neck pillow that sat on the far end of his desk.

"i love it when you do that," he said softly, pausing the game so he could put the pillow around your neck and cup your face gently. "you're never a bother to me."

"kenma," your lips trembled slightly when tears started gathering at your eyes, touched by his affection.

"i know you're not okay. i could tell since you got here. do you wanna get ice cream after and talk about it?"

you nodded, not saying a word because you were sure your voice would crack if you did and kenma knew that, ruffling your hair before turning back to his game.

"ice cream it is then," he said, pressing play. "i'll buy you two if you continue with the kisses."

giggling, you plant more soft kisses on his cheek, even massaging the back of his neck as you watched him play. later that night, he took you to your favorite ice cream parlor, listening attentively to everything you had to say.

akaashi keiji

you and akaashi haven't seen each other the past week due to both of your conflicting and hectic schedules. their practices were extended to later hours for the upcoming interhigh while you were busy with club activities. whenever you had free time, akaashi would be unavailable and vise versa.

you missed each other so much it hurts which was why the second you both had matching free time, it was spent on cuddling for hours on end. even when you were lying on top of akaashi, face hiding at the crook of his neck and feeling the rise and fall of his chest, you still craved for more.

thinking of having to separate and not see each other again for days made your heart sink into your stomach, nuzzling against his neck as if you could get even closer than you were already.

he ran his hand up and down your back in comfort, even giving a gentle squeeze on your arm to remind you he was physically there with you. you sighed deeply, landing feather-like kisses at his jaw.

"missed you."

"i know," akaashi said barely above a whisper, relaxing into the feeling of your soft lips on his skin. "i missed you too, love."

as you kept going with your ministrations, your eyes were wide in surprise when akaashi stopped you, leaning away just to turn to his side and face you. placing a hand at the back of your neck, you felt his lips on your forehead. then, you felt them next on the space between your brows, then at the tip of your nose, then at your chin.

stopping by your lips, he hovered, staring at you lovingly through half lidded eyes. blood rushed to your cheeks, heating up at the way he was gazing at you. slowly, akaashi captured your lips in his, pulling you forward by his hand on your nape as he moved his lips passionately you're glad you were laying down otherwise your knees would've gave out. it was sweet and short, slipping pecks in between before moving back a little.

"don't be so sad anymore, hm? i'm here now." he said, caressing your cheek with his thumb. the corner of your lips tug upward in a smile, releasing a contented sigh as you stared at each other for a little while.

kuroo tetsuro

he was in a middle of a phone call with yaku discussing about their chemistry homework and spitting out chemical names that were alien to you. it has been going of nearly an hour and a half and you were starting to get impatient, wanting to get back to the movie currenly paused at the screen before yaku called.

saturday nights were movie nights and it was an agreement that either of you must be free from distractions - no phone notifications, mentions of school works, and the like. unless it was an emergency. yaku calling wasn't an emergency, in fact, it was just to argue with kuroo that his answers were right and your boyfriend's were wrong.

and you wouldn't mind it if it were any other day but not today. not after movie nights have been pushed back twice in a row because kuroo has been too exhausted from training to even stay awake at 9 pm.

scooting closer to him on the couch, you locked him in place by putting your arms around his neck and resting your legs on his lap. used to your clinginess, he doesn't react - kept his mind on throwing insults at yaku.

so you proceed with your plan in mind. you weren't exactly placing kisses, just letting your lips graze the corner of his mouth to tease, knowing that it riled him up when you don't kiss him completely.

his free hand came to give your thigh a warning squeeze, a light chuckle leaving you as you kept teasing him, lips hovering at the side of his face. when you felt considerate, you'd kiss him lightly.

you're not really sure how long it went on but probably enough time for kuroo to give up.

"okay bro whatever, let's check it again on monday with kai and see who's really right. i'm busy, bye." with a tap on end call, he tossed the phone on the empty spot beside him before tackling you on the couch, making you shriek as your back met the cushion.

"my babygirl's such a tease," he said in a low, husky voice that sent shivers up and down your spine. before you could even utter a single word, kuroo's smashing his lips against yours, moving fast that it got you mind short-circuiting.

when you finally caught up with his pace and started getting into it, he pulled away. you whined, grabbing his collar to pull him down but doesn't budge, a smirk on his face.

"it's not so fun getting teased, is it?" he winked, clearly amused at your annoyed expression.

you rolled your eyes, groaning as you smack his bicep. "seriously kuroo?"

"what, you started it kitten. it's only fair if you get a little taste of it." he laughed when you scowled further, shaking his head lightly and giving you a sweet, gentle kiss. "sorry i interrupted our movie night."

"'s okay," you mumbled in between the kiss.

"we can make out for the rest of it, you know, a way for me to make it up to you," he said, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.

you scoffed, but really, the idea sounded perfect.

"just admit you enjoy kissing me."

"mmm sure, whatever," kuroo mumbled as he dipped his head, capturing your lips again. maybe movie night being interrupted wasn't so bad afterall.

rb and feedbacks r sexy ty<33

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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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okay as a chubby girl myself I struggle with how I see myself and this idea makes my heart KSHDHSJS

okay so imagine IMAGINE

Request maybe 🤔🤔🤔

Okay,, you’re standing in the mirror yk in your mirror at technos house/cottage in your underwear and stuff, grabbing at the chub and stuff looking upset and not feeling good about yourself, and techno walking into the room and seeing this. yk him being upset that you feel that way Bc he thinks youre just so pretty 🥺.

IT COULD EITHER GO INTO A SMUT( 😏 where he SHOWS you how much he loves you and how pretty he thinks you are in the mirror) OR FLUFF WITH SOFT WORDS AND CUDDLES or both idk

*slams hand on desk* IVE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS

I went with both, because I like options. I also based this off a little personal feelings so I hope it works!

My Goddess- Technoblade

Warnings: self conscious reader, swearing, NSFW

The mirror. Your best, but worst nightmare imaginable. Some days you could look into it and see beauty within your curves. Spend endless minutes hyping yourself up. 'Man I look good' 'I am the fucking shit' 'damn look at that' all little things you tell yourself in pride. Because in those moments, you feel powerful. In those moments you feel like you own the world, that others are just lucky to breathe within your presence.

However, there are bad days. There are days when looking into the mirror brings shame. Days when all you can do is grab at your stomach, and ponder of what you could have done, or what you will do. Its pressed that everyone is perfect in our own imaginable ways. Yet when you look at others, you cant help but be envious. Others can get away with wearing tight clothing, baggy clothing, any type of clothing. Yet when you try it on all you see is a box, if you wear tight clothing, every roll and muffin top pops out. It can be embarrassing.

Techno never saw your curves as embarrassing however. He loved them. He loved the plush, soft skin of your tummy or your thighs. Your hips? don't even ask what he thought on hips, as long as they were yours. They were perfect.

With that said, when he saw you saddened about your form he was slightly hurt. You thought he was beautiful, a hybrid of a monster. But yet you couldn't find the beauty within your rolls? Your plump little form? The very thing that made up you? If he ever found out who planted these seeds of lies in your mind, he would have words.

If you felt confident enough to take the world by the horns, he let you. He would build you up with sweet words of encouragement. 'Well don't you look amazing...' 'you are looking beautiful as ever'. They were small phrases but they meant a lot to you.

Techno isn't verbal with his love, or compliments really. He chooses to show it, words are just that. Words. Actions are done, are shown. They are physically put into motion. That's why he prefers it. But he also understands sometimes words are needed. They are needed to ease your nerves and doubtful mind.

when he catches you glaring at your plump form in the mirror, he cant help but quickly move to your side. Kneeling and kissing up your body. Your arms, your thighs, everything. In the beginning he would let you look away. The idea of someone liking your body type left you uncertain, many times you would ponder if his endless kisses were done as a joke. But each and every time he would reassure you that it was real. That him loving you, loving your body. It wasn't in pity, it was in genuine love.

Tonight was one of those bad nights. With Techno in the bath, you were left to change for bed. Wait for him to come out, and then cuddle the night away until the sun kissed the horizon.

But well you changed your eyes fell to the mirror. Your eyes casually roamed your body. You were used to looking at it so nothing stood out of course. But as you shifted, you caught a few stretch marks within the candle light. They looked like streaks of lightning that were dragged across your skin. With a quick glance away, you pulled something over your form. Wanting to cover your body and deal with that mental baggage later.

Of course the Hybrid that stood tall within the door frame held other ideas about that moment. The one thing that always put you at ease was Techno's size. Before you were in a relationship with him, you feared you wouldn't be able to wear your lovers clothing. Being a bit plumper meant "one size fit all" did not fit all. But luckily, with your roughly 6ish/7ish foot Piglin Hybrid of a lover, all of his clothing was a bit baggy on you. Technoblade was a very Built man, this came from his never ending training and his natural born strength of course. But even with him being built and big, the first time he asked you to sit on his lap had you hesitant. What if he found you too heavy? The idea of him asking you to move off would leave you completely mentally ruined. Of course when you finally sat he didn't utter any words besides praises. His hands running gently over your thighs, with a tight grasp he kept you close. When Techno saw you ease into his lap more often, he took pride in knowing you were comfortable enough to do it on a daily basis. That was when he upped the bar again. The day he asked you to sit on his face was the day you had a heart attack. You were so paranoid you would crush him. Of course he was all bemused smirks well you tried to think of excuses. Yet this man was able to ease your nerves and reassure you until you were comfortable once again. You would never forget how giddy he was to be between your thighs. That was the day he found his favorite spot.

Before you could ease some bottoms over your underwear, this man had his arms around you. Pushing against your hands. His nose was nuzzled into your neck muttering gently "Please, leave them off for now..." with a brow raised you complied. You let the shorts drop to the floor, assuming you would be coming for them in a brief moment. You could smell the lingering sent from his shampoo. The fresh smell giving you great comfort.

Techno moved you back to face the mirror, his head moving briefly so he could see you face yourself. With a light stubble scratching against your neck you felt the goosebumps rise. Your eyes met his ruby ones within the mirror. "Do you know, how beautiful you are?..." he asked rhetorically. Dragging out the words that he felt were important. You wanted to say no, but knew he wouldn't want that answer.

"I think I'm alright..." you said softly. He hummed and pressed a loving kiss to your neck. His hands slowly fell down to the buttons of the shirt you were wearing. Skillfully he undid them without thought. When you had pulled a shirt on you didn't think much, but now saw that it was his you wore. Of course he didn't mind, he never minded.

With the buttons undone he opened the shirt to expose your naked form. Every curve and roll on sweet display for him "You are beyond 'alright'... alright is basic. You know my goddess is beyond mortal definitions..." you gave a gentle smile at his charm, glancing away from his eyes. He didn't allow this tonight however. Instead he took your jaw and gently redirected it to the mirror. Meeting his gaze again.

"My love... My goddess, you know your body rivals the gods, yes?..." you slightly shrugged, unsure if this was true. With another loving kiss he continued. "Persephone had rolls... She was just as plump as you my love..." you fallowed his eyes gently. Him comparing you to the beautiful goddess left you feeling better. If someone so divine could have rolls why couldn't you?

He didn't stop there however. "If you cant see your beauty. Let me show you how beautiful you are..." his tone was pleading. Like a animal begging for spare scraps. You watched his eyes, his finger and thumb having control over your chin. You thought on his words and gave a brief nod to him. Trusting him and whatever he had planned.

Instead of immediately kissing you all over, he pulled away. Firmly telling you to keep your eyes on the mirror. You felt a bit awkward standing there, your legs shifting closer underneath you. He soon came back however, his crown in hand. You could also see he had a simple gray towel around his waist, showing he was fresh from the bath.

Your curiosity with the crown lingered, but you watched as he put it on your head. "You are a queen... My Queen... You will always be reminded of your everlasting beauty for as long as you are with me..." for not complementing a lot, tonight he was on a roll. Your eyes ran over the crown. The delicate and bright stones contrasting the shimmering gold well against your skin.

He walked around to the front of you, leaning down to meet your lips in a loving kiss. His hand found a firm places on your hip, and on the plush skin of your ass cheek. With a gentle, but firm grasp he moved and rolled the skin beneath his hand. Loving how soft you were. With his hands working soft whimpers and moans out of you, his mouth devoured them. Eating every noise you made, cherishing them deep within his heart.

Leaving your lips swollen he moved down. Kissing your jaw and neck. Planning to leave you a work of art. A show of how much he loves you.

After your neck it was your chest. Soft plump breasts fitting ever so sweetly within his hands. With firm grasps he had you flushed red whimpering. Your eyes half lidded with the sweet lingering pleasure. Yet you still watched yourself and him, knowing to not disobey him.

With soft kisses placed to the tops of your breasts and nipples he moved to your stomach. This is where you craved to look away. Wishing to hide yourself in his neck.

"T..T-Techno..." he hummed acknowledging your words. But he still pressed light kisses down to the hem of your underwear.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror." He said, pulling them down. Helping you step out of the discarded clothing. You couldn't see his face. Only his backside was facing the mirror, and even then his long wet hair hid most of his toned back.

His fingers ran through your slit briefly. His rings offered a major temperature difference between your heat and the cold metal. With a little squirm his hands moved and held you in place. Desiring to keep you in place before he moved his head in and started to devour you. Eating you out like it was his last meal on earth.

With a ever so sinful cry, you gripped at his hair. Begging for your knee's to not give out. With one hand on his head, the other one flew to the crown on your head. Trying to keep it on well you easily hunched over from the overwhelming pleasure. Techno never failed to leave you speechless- or should we say, he never left you quiet. Even if you could see yourself, you didn't think you would be able to focus much. Your eyes were tightly shut well your mouth ran between being in a 'O' and being locked shut.

He did pull back from your folds to speak. Earning a cry from you. You were getting close and him pulling away was painful. "You can cum. But you have to keep your eyes open" you nodded profusely. Agreeing to anything if it meant feeling his lips back on you. He lingering a moment. Making sure your eyes opened before he leaned back. Taking his time to show your clit attention before going back to his main course.

With your eyes looking back at you. You were unsure if you were ashamed with how blissed out you looked or happy. The whole scene in itself was erotic. You were incredibly small compared to the giant between your legs. His only drive to please you completely. Your eyes never left the mirror as he ate you out to your climax. Your hips stuttering and bucking, but proving no use to his iron grip. When you came he waisted no time at cleaning it up. He had no shame, that your cum was running down his chin. He was happy when you were pleased. And he knows you are definitely pleased after that climax.

But he wasn't finished. With your legs weakening he helped you down onto his lap. He let you collect yourself against his chest for a few moments his hand ran over your back.

"Doin' ok there Princess?..." you nodded slowly. Your chest rising and falling fast well you try and calm yourself. "Think you can do one more?" You nodded again well he pressed a kiss to your forehead, acknowledging your response. Adjusting his crown on your head, he moved so the mirror was beside you two. Showing both of your bodies, with the towel acting as a thin barrier.

When you both were situated he did remove the towel. With a strong arm he lifted you up and positioned his hardened cock at your entrance, wasting no spare moment to fill you up. Well you did try to hide within his neck, it proved no use. He made sure to turn your head to the mirror.

With your eyes hitting the mirror you saw how his head was beside yours. Your cheek was pressed to his chest well his was pressed to your forehead. His eyes lingeried your body. Drowning in your blissed out form. He found you utterly perfect.

Well your bodies were connected, it almost looked like art. With techno's sharp gaze and your blissed out reddened cheeks, the contrast was there but yet they went together in perfect harmony. With the roll of his hips he made sure to keep your eyes on the mirror. Wanting to drag out every cry and moan you could utter. He set his pace at a rhythmic thrust, wanting to not only pleasure you, but himself as well. Well you griped to his sides, he kept his hand on he back of your head gently. Wanting to keep your head facing the mirror. With sweet sinful praises he coached you to a second orgasm, his fallowing close behind. He kissed your head gently, keeping you close to him well he felt himself soften. when his eyes met yours in the mirror he smiled softly.

“Look at how beautiful you are... Always so, so beautiful Princess...”

#saturnsdarkside #technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #techno x reader #techno x you #technoblade x reader smut #techno x reader smut #fanfic #fanfiction #tb

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fr3aklike-me · 2 years

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🚫🚫🚫🚫🚫🚫🚫

omg dkisjjd your reactions are so cute

it was so good, and i didn’t even touch myself at all it felt so good though, it felt like you were really doing it skdjjdjdjks and i wish you were. even my hands were shaking after, like i was literally trembling, ive never felt something like that ever. and fuck, the sensation, i don’t even know how to describe it properly. it was like a tingle when something is slightly touching you almost, but a little more intense that it wasn’t bothersome. and it started on the outside of my thighs and then wrapped around, and then i felt it in my stomach, and then it kept getting stronger then i felt it on my inner inner thighs, and then it went to the sides and top of my pussy and it felt so good, and then it all connected on the inside and kept getting stronger and it was like throbbing inside of me, and it felt like everything in me, every sensation was being connected at that point. and i couldn’t stop myself from moaning, and my legs were moving on their own, and i nearly screamed when i touched my nipples on top of that. it literally felt so fucking incredible. and it did feel like i was being eaten out, i think that’s bc i was thinking about it, which is so cool. and yeah i had my eyes closed and my legs were open and i was imagining it was you the whole time, like that’s what started it, see what you do to me ? like, holy shit, and omg skdjdjjdj you liked that too that i was thinking of you ? omg dkirjrjsksjjs that’s so cute

fuck , i want nothing more than for you to eat me out, i know you’d make me feel so good. i also maybe kinda involuntarily whimpered outloud to this whole paragraph, like, multiple times. i think the sight of you in between my legs like that would make me almost come before you even do anything. and omg, ahhh the way you describe what you wanna do to me is making me so fucking wet, like it’s making me need your tongue flicking my cunt rn. i cant even explain how much im aching kshdjdhd i can’t speak correctly after reading this- moaning feeling how stiff my clit is and your tongue already wet with my come from fucking me with it ahhhhhsjdjs. id be pulling your hair so much, trying to get you as close as possible, id definitely be begging you to spank it too. like please, id never want you to stop touching me. you want me to squirt on your face baby ? akjdjdjs “pretty girl” is making me melt ahhh yes i love being smacked. like everywhere. especially my ass and thighs hehe

-💟

(i almost accidentally signed off with a 🚫LMAO)

hehe thank you <33 also, the thing I had posted last night was intentional, I just took it down bc I wanted to repost it at a more active time. but, gotta say, I do really like knowing you enjoyed it. what did you like most, hm?

I wish I was there too. whether it be to eat you out for hours, or even just see how you can squirt and come from your nipples. holy shit, it sounds super intense but really good, how it began with tingling, then slowly intensified and wrapped around your body entirely. and how you felt it in so many parts of your body, to the point where even your hands were shaking, was so fucking hot and sexy. and your legs shaking, along with all your moans and nearly screaming? fuck, the things that do to me. that is so fucking hot, your thighs shaking and jostling, having to intentionally hold back from screaming out loud. ugh, it's so good. omg kdjkjdkfj it is a huge honour that you were thinking of me, and came so fucking hard to the idea of me eating you out - I absolutely adore that you were thinking of it.

especially because I want to do it to you so fucking badly. omg, you whimpered? I'm telling you, that is literally the cutest thing. can you just imagine how much you'd whimper and moan if I truly had my face deep in your cunt, stuffed full with your wet folds and gushing hole, all for me to lap of and suck on until you squirt over and over again, fisting the sheets and hips trembling. I just want to feel your thighs shaking around my ears, tightening to keep me shoved deep into your pussy, licking and sucking as you yank on my hair. I'd flick every inch, cute girl, the tip going side to side along your clit, burying deep into you and flicking up and down as I lick along all your walls and every sensitive spot. I'd pull back, spread your lips, just so I can slip my tongue deep into you and slide it in and out while my nose nudges your clit, holding your hips and helping you rock gently into my face. take your thighs on my shoulders, wrapping my arms around them as they shake, muffled moans into your cunt when I hear how you gasp and moan when I spank your thighs. does it make you all wet and dripping, angel, when I smack your pretty thighs, make them sting while I lick your soft pussy? do you want to me to pull back and spank your cunt until it's all twitching and wet so I can giggle and press soft kisses to your hot, aching folds, before I tug you on my face so you can ride it while I spank you?

#answered asks #💟 anon #impact

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 1

a/n: this is a mini-series that are based off of your asks and once i,,,,, finish,,,, my seijoh phase, i will also do this for the other schools but pls take these offerings in the meantime as i work on the next part of my manager!seijoh and the time traveler au

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request:

Wow, your series of Seijoh managers is so cute.🥺👉👈 After starting to read, I can only think about Oikawa and y / n on a Saturday night seeing mean girls, painting nails, taking care of the skin and the another day Oiks rubbing the face of everyone who spends much more time with his dear businessman LMAOO Anyway, congratulations on your work 💕💕 seriously, I LOVE this series omg-

I MIGHT BE AN IWA AND KYO STAN BUT OIKS IS DEFINITELY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND PRETTIEST DUMPSTER IVE EVER SEEN

yep lets start the pilot

so basically, oikawa was being oikawa again

what might i mean, you ask

well, he was starting to work much harder than before since this was his last ever inter-high and his last ever chance on beating ushiwaka

even though they finally have the team assembled avengers assemble! with kyo back on the team, he still felt lacking and wanted to use every single free time to work on becoming better

yall fun fact about me, oikawa is actually my favorite character bc of how hard he works and the pain i have in that once scene during the karasuno match when he slammed into the tables and was struggling to get up bc of his knee----NO IM SOBBING AGAIN

iwa noticed him doing this again so he sent you out to drag him out and distract him from this

‘cmon oikawa-san-’

‘NO, Y/N-CHAN! I HAVE TO-’

‘no, the only thing you have to do is spend time with me bc i miss you and i want to have that movie you kept talking about’

bahahaha he is so whipped that a single ��i miss you’ from you will literally make him break his back and bend for you

it was successful and you were in your room, your parents understanding oikawa and his antics since youve complained about it before, and he was sitting on your floor while looking through movies

‘y/n-chan, do you have no alien movies in here? or barbie?’

IN MY CONTENT, IT IS CANON THAT OIKAWA LOVES THE BARBIE MOVIES FITE ME

you laughed from your spot on your bed and shook your head

‘no, oikawa-san. natsu took all my barbie movies and i get scared of alien movies’

he pouted but continued to look until his eyes literally lit up

it was like god took a picture of him and you saw the flash

‘MEAN GIRLS! Y/N-CHAN I DIDNT KNOW YOU LIKED THIS TYPE OF MOVIE!’

he shrieked but you shrugged

‘meh. katsuki, natsu’s boyfriend, gave it to natsu as a joke but he gave it to me instead bc he cannot stand regina george’

you reasoned while picking out nail polish colors and looking through the ingredients of your face masks

‘WE’RE WATCHING THIS! PERIODT!’

omg hes so loud but i am too so we compatible

ugh i hate my logic

then later,

as the movie played, you were arguing with oikawa as he refused to wear the unicorn and wanted the panda one, which was your favorite

‘OIKAWA-SAN, I LIKE THIS ONE!’

‘Y/N-CHAN I LIKE IT MORE!’

you sucked in a sharp breath before relenting bc you wanted oikawa to be relaxed per request of your beloved senpai

‘fine. but i get to paint your nails’

he nodded eagerly and you handed him the packet, to which he simply stared at it

‘y/n-chan, can you,,,, put it on me?’

he sheepishly asked and you gave him a confused and bewildered look

‘oikawa-san, have you never put these on yourself?’

he shook his head, cheeks flushing and eyes focusing on the blue blanket

‘my sister always put it on for me. or iwa-chan’

‘IWA-?! wHAT-?!’

but you nodded anyways and he made you sit on his lap to put it on

‘um, oikawa-san, this position-’

he smiled at you, a gentle and real smile, not the ones for his fangirls

‘nuh uh, its fine, y/n-chan. oikawa-san loves you so he likes you right here’

he mumbled, blushing and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer making you giggle and nod

‘okay. close your eyes then, oikawa-san’

he excitedly nodded, expecting a kiss from you but you flicked his forehead making his eyes fly open and wince at the pain

‘so perverted, oikawa-san. pervert-oikawa-san’

you scolded and he pouted

he said something but you didnt listen, instead placing the mask on his face and smoothing it out

his fringe was about to touch the wet material so you hastily grabbed a clip and held his hair up

he looked so cute that you couldnt help but reach over and snap a picture of him

‘ara ara gomen did y/n-chan just take a picture of oikawa-san?’

he teased but you shook your head

‘no. what are you talking about?’

he did the same thing to you and now you were both painting each other’s nails, ofc staying loyal to your school mint green and baby blue on the ring fingernail

lmao dont blast me for not being exact w the school colors but it looks mint green to me

he finished yours first and omg?? hes so??? good?? like what???

you were holding his large hands with your small fingers and his heart started thumping really fast at the simple touch

‘thank you,,,,, y/n-chan’

you looked up to him with large eyes, still unfamiliar with the softness of his voice

it was such a contrast compared to his usually loud and obnoxious, mocking tone

‘oikawa-san is not a really good captain since he burdens and bothers everyone but you always fix it all and keep everyone together. so, sorry for everything’

he mumbled and the eye holes from the mask let you see his sad eyes, genuinely sad about himself

you made the last paint stroke and capped the nail polish before leaning forwards, hands on his thigh so you could be closer

oikawa ofc freaked out because wow youre so much prettier up close and he doesnt?? deserve you??

your eyes blazed with anger and he stuttered your name but you cut him off

‘OIKAWA-SAN IS NOT USELESS. HE IS A REALLY GOOD CAPTAIN WHO LED HIS TEAM TO BATTLE THE ULTIMATE RIVAL AND EVEN THOUGH THEY LOST, THEY STILL WON IN MY EYES. YOU GOT KENTA-KUN TO COME BACK EVEN THOUGH HE DIDNT WANT TO BUT HE DID BC HE KNOWS HOW GOOD YOU ARE. HE WANTS TO PLAY ALONGSIDE A PLAYER WHO DESERVES TO BE ON THE COURT AND EVERYONE ELSE THINKS THE SAME THING. ME, Y/N, IS JUST A MANAGER WHO MIGHT NOT KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT VOLLEYBALL OR THE TECHNIQUES AND ALL THAT BUT I RECOGNIZE YOUR TALENT AND YOU WILL MAKE IT BIG SOMEDAY, OIKAWA-SAN! I PROMISE! AND WHEN YOU DO, I WILL SUPPORT YOU AND COME TO YOUR GAMES BC YOU ARE MY CAPTAIN AND I DONT REGRET EVER MEETING YOU. SO DONT APOLOGIZE AND SAY SORRY TO ME, INSTEAD TELL ME YOU ARE HAPPY TO BE IN THIS TEAM AND SAY YOU LOVE THE TEAM AND YOU LOVE VOLLEYBALL AND YOU LOVE-’

but he cut you off, placing a chaste kiss on your exposed nose

yall really thought it was the,,,, speaking function part of your face

nahnahnah that is only for the doggie

oop what

you stopped, flustered at the sudden action but oikawa smiled

‘i love you, y/n. i really love you so give me a chance, okay? i will wait, no matter how long it takes but,,,, let me catch up and for now, think about me, okay?’

BRUH HOW IS THAT RELEVANT TO HER LONG RANT LIKE WHAT---

you tilted your head to the side, confused

she is deadass naive like bls protect her

‘a chance for what? you want to catch up for what? youre already good, oikawa-san’

then he laughed

so much more different than the ones he let out in public

it was so,,,, beautiful

you found yourself grinning with him and he calmed down, brushing away the stray hairs that is in danger of getting stuck on your mask

‘come on, y/n-chan. lets go take this off’

he stood up and offered his hand which you took

after the moisturizing and final touch-ups for your skin, you finally settled on the blanket fort and dozed off, the movie still playing but you were too comfortable in oikawa’s arms that you didnt even notice the credits rolling

the next day, you didnt feel the need to mention it at all

but oikawa did and it was still truly an accident

iwa heard about him staying late again and you having to drag him out of there and he was hitting him and kicking him again

you were so used to this that you were just writing down your notes at the corner, oblivious to oikawa’s crying

finally, he had enough of it

‘SEE THIS IS WHY Y/N-CHAN DOESNT LET YOU SPEND THE NIGHT WITH HER! BECAUSE YOU ARE SO MEAN!’

um, sire what did you just say

that was completely taken out of context and everyone, omg, especially iwa and kyo just froze

‘what,,, did you just say?’

iwa asked in a dangerously low voice and you shrugged

‘you told me to distract him, iwa-san, so i did. he was happy and satisfied and thats all that matters, right?’

you shot them a smile and oiks had such a smug smile when iwa looked at him and he was about to hit him when kyo just came out of nowhere and YEETED the smile off of his face

oikawa screamed

just a wittle blurb about this bc i totally love this :( and he totally needs more love and some of my readers love oikawa and want oikawa manager content so here it is!!! feast on these crumbs!!!!

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keytomythoughts · 3 years

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Perfection Imperfections | Chapter 1

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Finally, summer break. It’s been a while since I was able to go home. Having to attend high school rather far from my home in Seoul, I never thought that I’d adjust to the new environment. Fortunately, I wasn’t entirely alone, since I stayed with my aunt for the four years of my high school life. School wasn’t so bad, but the homesickness is what killed it for me. Even though it was my parents' idea to send me a rather vast distance—me not being too excited about it, but I knew I wouldn’t get my way in the end—there was some good that came from it. The two only good things, actually.

I glance outside the train window, the buildings of Busan zooming past me. Sure, it may not be my home, but I won’t lie. I’m really going to miss this place. My phone suddenly vibrates in my lap, glancing down to see a text from my group chat, smiling as I respond.

(Binnie)

R u still on the train?

Yeah have been for the past like 30 mins

(Eunuwu)

Going back to ur parents? Or r u moving out?

Funny

Yk I can’t move out, at least not on my own. My parents won’t allow it

(Binnie)

What about Jaehyun?

Idk, they rlly dc what he does tbh

They’re just hell-bent on me getting into the top schools and shit

(Eunuwu)

Damn, rough

Mhm

(Binnie)

Try talking to them, u never know

They might change their minds?

Nah, I already know how it’s gonna end

Me crying and stuffing myself with pints of ice cream

(Eunuwu)

Doesn't sound so bad

(Binnie)

¬_¬

(Eunuwu)

Except for the crying part ofc

But c’mon it cant really be THAT bad

I’ve been over plenty of times, they seem nice

(Binnie)

U’ve been to her house??

Yeah him and oppa are friends too

(Binnie)

Righttt forgot lol

And that’s bc you were there dumbass and half of the time ur either in oppa’s room or out somewhere

Interaction with my parents = minimal

(Binnie)

That sounds awful ngl :( sorry Hyuna

But hey we should all hang soon!

(Eunuwu)

I’ll be in Seoul for the summer too so y not?

I miss y’all :’(

Ok I should be there around like 5 ish so I’ll text then

(Binnie)

Aww I miss u toooo

(Eunuwu)

*puke*

Shut up, ur just jealous

(Eunuwu)

Me? Jealous?? Of what, ur face?

Yea no thx, Ive got a great face already

And personality 0:)

Gr8, explains why ur still single

(Binnie)

LOLL

She got u there bro

(Eunuwu)

Shut up

Ur talking as if u’ve got a gf

Idiot

(Binnie)

At least I didnt reject them as coldly as u did lol

See? My point exactly

Your fAcE scared off every girl in sight bc of tht pErSoNaLiTy

I almost feel bad for them, u little heart breaker

(Binnie)

He made a couple of em cry I heard

Rlly?!?

YAH

U MORON

(Eunuwu)

Bin wtf

(Binnie)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

U JERK HOW COULD U??

Those poor girls omg

Im so kicking ur ass when I c u

(Binnie)

Me 2

(Eunuwu)

Wtf?? Y???

(Binnie)

No reason lol, just feel like it

And this is why ily Binnie

(Binnie)

:D <3

(Eunuwu)

GROSS

Can it u demon

Read 4:02 PM

I snort, turning off my phone and placing it back down on my lap as I go back to staring outside my left-hand window again. Meet Cha Eunwoo and Moon Bin, my two best friends. The only reason I got through high school how I did without major setbacks. Sure, there was the occasional homesickness and all, but had I not met these two, I probably wouldn’t have even attended and graduated.

Being so far away from the place I grew up never really suited me, and they saw it right away from day one how lonely and upset I looked. I didn't seem to fit in, especially since I skipped a grade and was placed in classes that were very advanced for me. Not that I minded the vigor, but it was hard for me to socialize, let alone make friends.

That’s when I met them. Freshman year in homeroom before my first literature class. Moon Bin, a boy with parted, coppery-golden hair accompanied by his shy, puppy-eye smile and sweet nature, offered me an empty seat next to him in class, even going as far as to share his textbook and asking how I found the school. No doubt, I was embarrassed and immensely shy, stuttering over my words and failing to meet his soft gaze. However, he didn’t make fun of me nor find me odd. All he did was smile, laughing lightly at my slightly flustered state. He stuck his hand out, introducing himself (most people just call him Moonbin or Bin) with that smile of his, thus the start of our new friendship. Since then, he became someone who always knew how to cheer me up when I was feeling down. No moment was ever dull with him by my side.

Eunwoo, the tall, brooding black-haired and charismatic student almost everyone knew (and crushed on) of, was usually with Moonbin when we hung out together, but he normally kept to himself. Though quiet and sometimes reserved with his intimidating looks, it didn’t take long for him to break the ice with us, the three of us becoming close friends. Promising to stay like this until we went to college and beyond. Regardless if we all diverge and tread different paths, we would always converge and come back to one another.

Four years flew by and graduation was upon us. Just like that, the two became like family to me, my ride-or-die duo. The two who were able to turn my world upside down, finding solace in a time where I thought it was nearly impossible for me to.

My thoughts are interrupted by my “Move” ringtone—yes, I’m a huge Lee Taemin fan—looking down at my phone again to see it’s my brother calling. I sigh, picking up the call.

“What?”

He gasps dramatically. “Is that any way to address your loving older brother after being away for so long?”

I snort, shaking my head. “Loving my ass, oppa. How are mom and dad?”

“They’re fine, living. Didn’t you tell them you’re coming home?”

“Nope, I don’t even text them that often. You already know this..”

He sighs. “Yeah, I figured.”

There’s a slight pause on his end, but he continues. “You took the three-thirty train, right? So you’ll be here around five or so?”

“Yeah, give or take.”

I look out the window again to see the endless stretch of greenery and flowing springs, sometimes even children playing in the fields. I grin mischievously, deciding to poke fun at my brother when he doesn’t respond right away.

“What, you miss me?”

He makes a sound similar to throwing up. “As if. I got so used to the peace and quiet. I’m not ready for it to go away.”

“Yah!” I realize that I had yelled a bit too loudly and eyes were now trained on me, and I bow my head in apology. I lower my voice, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Oh, I know, but you still love me anyway.”

“Shut up.”

I can hear his laugh resonate through the phone and a smile unknowingly tugs at my lips. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but it’s true. When I lived with my aunt in Busan for the duration of high school, I missed Jaehyun a lot. Though two years older than me, he didn’t seem to alienate me the way my parents do. While I hate the notion that they spoil Jaehyun endlessly and let him do as he wishes, I won’t lie and say that he was a prick about it. He could’ve been, but he never came off as selfish. I’m really close with my brother, shocking as it may be. Sibling relationships are like that—one minute you want to strangle them with their intestines and the next you’re singing duets together. Crazy, but that’s how it is for us. My parents don’t really pay me any attention, so Jaehyun decides to do that instead. Not complaining though. I’d rather take his pranking and teasing over my parents’ demands and reprimands any day.

“Aight, I’m heading out for a bit. Text me when you arrive.”

I smile again. “Will do, but make sure to get me food!”

“Let me think…” He hums, and I can practically sense the smirk on his end. “Nope. Get your own.”

“Oppa!”

Jaehyun laughs. “See you in a bit, Hyuna. Get here safely. Bye!”

He hangs up the call before I get a chance to retort, and I scoff. Typical of my brother. He knows how much I enjoy street food, and every time he goes out, it’s almost certain that most of the time he stops somewhere to eat. Did he ever bring food back? Sure, but by the time I’d get to it, most of it was gone anyways. That only lasted a little while before I had gone upstate anyways, so he had more food for himself, I guess.

As the train barrels down the tracks, I feel my heart racing in excitement, but there’s also a slight ounce of dread. I really don’t know why. I want to believe it’s because I’ve been away for too long, but part of me knows it’s the fact that I’ll have to face my parents again. Knowing that I only have two months to decide where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do, I know the bitter truth is that those decisions won’t be left up to me. Last time, I was sent to Busan.

God knows where I’d be sent to now.

***

“Final destination of the KTX Busan-Seoul train at Seoul Station is approaching and will arrive at 05:30 PM. The doors to alight are on the right hand side. All passengers are requested to dismount the train upon arrival. Thank you.”

That’s my stop.

Gathering my bag and hand luggage, I patiently wait for the train to pull up at the station. Seeing the familiar shops and buildings around me makes my legs bounce up and down in both excitement and anticipation.

Four long years away from Seoul...

Before getting off, I quickly text the group chat and then my brother, letting them all know that I’ve reached safely. Side-stepping the other passengers exiting the subway doors, I carefully land onto the platform with my luggage in tow. I breathe in the air around as I stretch my arms up into the sky, the grin widening on my face.

It sure as hell feels good to be back home.

I try my best to maneuver through the crowds, but it doesn’t stop the rush of people knocking into me. At times like these, I curse my genetics for favoring my older brother instead of me in terms of height. Eventually, I come to a clearing and when my eyes glance upwards, I spot a rather familiar dark brown-haired six-foot-tall male amongst the small crowd waving me over.

“Hyuna, over here!”

I gasp, my eyes widening. “Oppa!”

He smiles as I begin walking towards him, my feet hurriedly moving across the concrete. The distance between us shortens and I abandon my luggage as he opens his arms wide.

Only for me to sucker punch him in the stomach.

He yelps in pain, grimacing as he holds his abdomen. “Shit, that hurt. What has Aunt Sua been feeding you up there? Rocks?”

I smack his shoulder, my blood slightly boiling in anger. “Yah, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?! Do you know how much money I blew off for the bus fare?”

He straightens his back before going to rub his shoulder, then behind his neck.

“Fine, fine. My bad. I wanted to surprise you, but I guess that didn’t work, did it?”

I cross my arms over my chest, huffing in annoyance. He sighs, nodding.

“Okay, okay, I’ll compensate you. Dinner’s on me.”

At this I grin, blinking excitedly. I grab onto his arm and shake it vigorously. “Really? You mean it? You’re the best, oppa!”

“Look at this brat..” he taunts, shaking his head. In a flash, he headlocks me and rubs the top of my head harshly with his knuckles, upsetting the neatly-tied auburn ponytail.

“Yah! Quit it!” I smack his arms and flail in protest, but he chuckles, saying this is what I get for cunningly finding a way to exploit him the minute I stepped back into Seoul.

What can I say? It’s a talent.

He lets go eventually, and I try to smooth down my already-tangled hair. I grumble incoherently but Jaehyun pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me. His free hand gently pats the side of my head in comfort.

“Welcome home, sis.”

I stand there stiff for a second before hugging back. He squeezes me tighter and I find myself smiling into his shoulder.

“Good to be back,” I whisper.

We stand like that for a moment before he pats my back a couple of times, us pulling away from each other soon after. He reaches behind me to grab my hand luggage as he shoulders my bag. I tell him that I can carry them just fine, but he starts walking away from the platform to the parking lot. I call out after him as I run to catch up, and I can see the corners of his mouth twitch. Jaehyun leads me to his car, a sleek matte-silver convertible Mustang. My mouth drops open in shock at its stunning beauty, my body forcing itself to remain composed for the sake of avoiding public self-embarrassment.

He throws my luggage in the back seat before he turns to me, smirking at my expression. “You like it?”

“Shit, do I like it? I love it!” I run my fingers over its metallic surface, the silver exterior gleaming in the evening glow. Grinning, I stare up at my brother who catches my gaze as I stand next to the driver’s seat, my fingers already curled on the handle.

“Can I—”

“No.”

“Please—”

“Nope.”

I pout as I pull my hand away and step to the side. Jaehyun chuckles, rubbing my head playfully before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car. The engine purrs to life as my brother pulls out his shades and wears them. He looks at me and cocks his head to the passenger seat.

“Don’t just stand there. Get in.”

Smiling, I quickly make my way over to the other side and slip into the passenger seat. I barely have time to buckle in before Jaehyun speeds off. I scream in fright, but he laughs heartily, telling me to let loose.

With the wind harshly whipping around us, I close my eyes and tilt my head upwards, absorbing the remnants of my childhood in a place I’ll always call home. A place where my heart always feels at ease.

My name is Jung Hyuna. I’m eighteen years old, and this is my story.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

#moonbin x oc #moonbin ff #moonbin fic #moon bin #cha eunwoo #jung jaehyun #astro #nct #fanfiction #my writings #mine

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babysizedfics · 4 years

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okok so i dont know if virgil would like it (bc of the separation anxiety) but how does he feel abt peek a boo? i imagine his cgs would make it super fun! like have him on his mama’s lap with his papa in front of him and theyre like “wheres the baby??” and pat covers his eyes “there he is!!” and pat gets all happy and excited to see virgil so v gets all excited which makes pat even mOre excited so v gets lil happy kissies!!!! (can u tell ive been wanting to play peek a boo hdhdj)

I HAD TO SCREAM INTO A PILLOW

I hope you don't mind but i made this into a fic it was essential it was unavoidable i was crying as i wrote this

Title: Peekaboo!

Summary: Logan is a shy new caregiver, Patton learns what separation anxiety is, and Virgil disappears then reappears and is a very confused baby.

Word count: 6,600

Note: Set before the events of Little Accidents, Big Developments (AO3 | tumblr)

Also on AO3

oOo

It had been a somewhat slow day. Roman had been holed up in his room for most of it, rehearsing for an audition that Thomas had landed for the following week. He was working rather relentlessly, though Patton had been sure to request that he at least leave his room for mealtimes - and Logan had outright demanded it when Roman stubbornly refused. After a very speedy lunch, Roman was back in his room and the other three were left to their own devices in the living room.

Quite understandably, Patton had noticed Virgil was much antsier that afternoon. Probably because Roman was constantly talking about how absolutely essential it was that Thomas did not mess up a single line in next week’s audition and that he personally would “enter into a state of devastated mourning should this chance at stardom be killed and dashed across the stage floor”.

That had evidently sent Virgil’s anxiety into a downward spiral. After the fourth shaky sigh in as many minutes from the younger side’s lips, Patton shook his head and twisted on the couch to look at him.

‘Okay, that’s enough,’ Patton said, giving a rare stern look to the boy who was currently pacing the living room floor and looking just about ready to tear his hair out. ‘No more worrying, Stormcloud.’

‘I can’t help it!’ Virgil whispered quite fiercely. His eyes were wide and though they looked in Patton’s direction, it was as if his gaze was fixed a mile in the distance, likely imagining a variation of disastrous scenarios. ‘We could choke or trip or literally do the worst performance ever and Roman would be depressed and then we might not be able to make videos for months because he’s so distraught and what if it was all my fault? What if I was the one to make Thomas mess up and then Roman would hate me and -’

‘Breathe,’ Logan commanded from where he sat in the armchair reading a book.

As if being shaken from a spell, Virgil’s frantic pacing halted and he gasped in a breath.

‘It was not your fault because it has not happened. Roman won’t hate you because even if it did happen, the blame could not fall solely on your shoulders. Everything is going to be all right, Virgil.’

At Logan’s reassuring words, Virgil nodded slightly to himself, his eyes fixed on his feet as he took in steady, though shallow breaths.

Patton bit his lip for a moment in thought. It was obvious that Virgil would not be able to get past this anxiety without a distraction… and what better distraction than being a baby?

With a firm nod to himself that meant Yes, this is definitely the only solution. Not just because I love looking after my baby, of course, Patton switched the TV over from the show he had been watching to Guess How Much I Love You, one of Virgil’s favourite cartoons in littlespace.

As soon as the bright musical score started playing, Virgil and Logan’s gazes both snapped up to the screen. The older one smiled slightly while the younger side’s thumb flew to his mouth in an instant. He began nibbling on his nail as a young child’s voice sang the opening song:

“Dancing through springtime,

Flowers are raised in summer sun,

Catching white snowflakes on your nose,

Running through autumn leaves that float from trees from high,

With a love that is bigger than the sky”

Patton beamed at how Virgil seemed fully enraptured by the animated rabbit and bright flowers on the screen. The moral side happily joined in singing his favourite part of the song, all while gazing at Virgil.

‘Guess how much I love you, guess how much I love you -’ he held his arms out to Virgil in an invitation for a hug ‘- Guess how much I love you!’

‘’M not little,’ Virgil mumbled with a strong blush gracing his cheeks. It was so quiet that Patton wouldn’t be surprised if Logan had not been able to hear it, being slightly further away from them.

‘I know, sweetheart,’ Patton said gently through a smile, knowing that Virgil’s statement wouldn’t be true for very long. His arms remained open. ‘But maybe we can just watch a bit and see if it helps you calm down.’

There was a stiff nod and within a few seconds Virgil had plopped down onto the couch beside Patton, instantly snuggling up to him.

Patton allowed himself a small chuckle as he wrapped his arms around Virgil and pulled him into his lap. Seeing Logan’s proud smile filled him with far more joy than he was currently able to express if he didn’t want to accidentally fling Virgil off of his lap, so he let it fizzle away in his chest with a bright grin. As he settled back to watch the show, he pretended not to notice his baby’s thumb slipping into his mouth.

Needless to say, by the end of the ten-minute episode, Virgil was entirely gone.

‘Papa?’

Patton nearly squealed. He wasn’t quite over his excitement for Virgil’s new nickname for him. ‘Yes, my sweet little fieldmouse?’

‘Peas Minpy?’ Virgil garbled around his thumb, twisting his head to look pleadingly at Patton.

That look… Virgil had no idea what that look did to Patton’s heart. With a firm hand on his chest, Patton said, ‘Okay, baby. Let’s go upstairs and get Minty.’

‘I can fetch them,’ Logan quickly announced from the armchair. Patton watched as he snapped his book shut quite hurriedly, stood, paused for a second as he clearly got a head-rush from standing so fast, then made his way over to them. ‘I’m going to go and get Minty for you, Virgil,’ he explained, leaning down to be eye level with them.

His hand reached forward hesitantly and patted Virgil’s head twice, to which the regressor replied with a giggle and a poke to Logan’s wrist.

Patton fought very hard to contain an adoring smile as Logan’s cheeks flushed before he bustled out of the living room. The logical side was a little awkward in his attempts at physical affection, but they never failed to put a smile on Virgil’s face so Patton could hardly tease him about it. And it wasn’t Logan’s fault that cuddles and kisses didn’t come as naturally to him as they did to Patton. He was trying, and it only made Patton all the more smitten with him.

Feeling his cheeks warm at that thought, Patton quickly busied himself with holding Virgil’s hand (the one that was not currently glued to his chin while he sucked his thumb) and started circling his finger on the little one’s palm. ‘Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear…’

After a short while of singing and tickling and giggling, Logan returned with Minty in tow. One of Virgil’s little baby blankets was slung over his shoulder. At Patton’s raised eyebrow he shrugged it with a short explanation of: ‘Just in case he needs it.’

Virgil snatched his thumb out of his mouth with a muted pop and held his hands out to the soft toy with a whine.

‘Can you remember what word we say when we want something?’ Patton nudged Virgil slightly, though kept him in a firm embrace to make sure the boy didn’t topple off of his lap with his lack of balance.

Virgil’s face turned back to him. He opened his mouth as if ready to say something then frowned and snapped his jaw shut with a pout. Another whine came forth, this time sounding a bit upset.

‘Aww, are you too little, sweetie?’ Patton cooed. Virgil’s head suddenly collapsed onto his shoulder and he heard a sniffle. ‘No, no, it’s okay. It’s all right, baby,’ he hastened to reassure, bringing his hand up to stroke Virgil’s hair soothingly. He really was so sensitive when he was this small, it was difficult to avoid upsetting him. That was one thing that had been difficult to come to terms with when Patton first became Virgil’s caregiver. ‘You’re allowed to be as little as you want.’

The cushion beneath him dipped and he realised the sudden firm warmth pressing against his arm was Logan, who was sitting incredibly close to him. It was difficult not to blush. And so Patton did blush.

‘Virgil, look who has come to see you,’ Logan said so warmly that it melted Patton’s heart.

A curious baby pulled his face off of Patton’s shoulder and all remnants of upset on his features were quickly replaced by sheer happiness. Patton thought it would never get old, seeing Virgil’s eyes sparkle with such rare joy.

A lopsided grin stretched Logan’s lips as he pressed the stuffed dinosaur into the crook of Virgil’s arm. ‘There we are.’

The sweetest little squeak sounded as Virgil sat more upright on Patton’s lap and hugged the toy tightly, burying his face in its fur.

‘So much for not being little,’ Logan murmured lowly by Patton’s ear in an amused tone. The rumble of it resonated right through the moral side’s chest and left him dumbstruck.

‘Yeah,’ Patton breathed, not being able to think of anything much smarter to add.

oOo

Twenty minutes and a couple more episodes of Guess How Much I Love You later, Patton and Virgil (now with a pacifier) were being silly on the carpet. By being silly, they were quite literally just making funny faces at each other and then taking a minute’s break while they calmed down from all of the giggles and aching smiles than ensued.

Logan, being “not one for such tomfoolery”, was back to reading in the armchair. Though Patton had noticed that he was tending to spend more and more time on each page as he cast more and more glances over to the two on the carpet.

It was quite evident that Logan was eager to take care of Virgil, and it was becoming more prominent every day. He was incredibly passionate about the idea when he had first discussed it with Patton nearly a month previously and had been damn near ecstatic when Virgil had agreed to the suggestion. Though, going by his timidity and shy glances when Patton was caring for Virgil around him, it seemed his nerves were getting the better of him. Well, Patton couldn’t have that at all.

‘Oh, you’re such a silly baby!’ Patton chuckled when Virgil scrunched up his face as if he had eaten a lemon slice. ‘Papa’s gonna be right back, sweetheart.’

Without much delay, Patton jumped up with a big smile and ruffled Virgil’s hair, only just noticing that his face had fallen as he walked away. He would be fine, especially with Logan looking after him.

‘Where are you going?!’ Logan practically shrieked, his eyes wide and staring at Patton in disbelief.

Patton couldn’t help but giggle. ‘I’m just going to pee. You can watch Virgil while I’m gone!’ he cried a bit too excitedly if the look of suspicion on Logan’s face was anything to go by. ‘Come on, Lo. You are his other caregiver, aren’t you?’

That seemed to humble Logan as he looked to his lap and fidgeted with his tie. ‘Yes, I - of course.’

As Patton moved out into the hallway he heard Logan sliding off of his chair and talking to Virgil in quiet, gentle tones. He smiled, knowing that Logan truly did have it in him to be a carer, he just needed some encouragement.

Within mere minutes Patton was on his way back to the living room. If he took his bathroom trip quite languidly and chose to use the upstairs bathroom just to have a longer journey, he was sure no-one would have noticed. It was all for a good cause, after all. Though, he began to doubt this reasoning when he became aware of wet sniffles and whimpers and frantic hushes coming from the living room.

‘Logan, is everything okay?’ Patton asked as he pushed the door open.

He was met with the sight of a red-faced, tear-stained Virgil pulling very harshly on his pacifier handle. Logan was knelt beside him, holding his hands out in a placating gesture and looking quite concerned.

It only took a second or so for Patton to drop by Virgil’s side and immediately wrap him in a warm hug. The younger’s crying slowed as he buried his face in Patton’s chest.

‘What happened?’ Patton whispered, looking up at Logan’s bewildered stare.

‘He started crying the minute you left,’ Logan said, his brow furrowed (beautifully), ‘but I could not find any indication of injury or anything in the vicinity that might have caused such a sudden drop in mood.’

‘Oh, sweetheart,’ Patton murmured sadly as he gazed upon his curled up baby, suddenly understanding. He lifted Virgil slightly to bring him into his lap. ‘It’s okay, Lo. Sometimes he does that when I leave him for a bit.’

Just as with every time previously, Virgil’s tears had completely subsided now that he was in Patton’s embrace. Rather than whimpers and sniffles, the only sounds coming from him were the suckling of his pacifier and a small sigh of content.

Logan seemed thrown off by the sudden change. ‘He cries when you leave the room? Is there no suggestion that he could be upset by extraneous variables in these situations?’

‘I don’t know much about “ex-trainer vary balls” but nothing else happens to make him cry.’ Patton tightened his hold around Virgil protectively. ‘He just misses his papa.’

The way Logan’s frown pulled down even more was slightly less cute this time, only because it made Patton worry.

‘Patton, I don’t believe this qualifies as “just missing his papa”. This may be a case of separation anxiety.’

Even as his baby snuggled into him further, Patton felt his heart sink. ‘That doesn’t sound very nice. What is it?’

‘In short, it means that he is aware enough to realise just how dependent he is on you, but not in an old enough headspace to have a solid understanding of object permanence.’ Patton’s confusion must have shown on his face because Logan immediately elaborated, ‘When something leaves his line of sight, he believes it has ceased to exist.’

‘Oh, that can’t be right.’ Patton looked down at the sleepy boy in his lap. ‘No, he must know I’m still gonna come back to him. I always come back to him.’ Purple tendrils of hair parted around his fingertips as he stroked his little one’s head.

‘Allow me to demonstrate,’ Logan said, then picked Minty up from where they had apparently been abandoned on the carpet. ‘Virgil,’ he called, ‘Vee, look over here. Look at Minty.’

With a little snuffle, Virgil lifted his head from Patton’s shoulder. It was noticeable how his eyes sparkled upon seeing his favourite toy. ‘Minpy!’ he squealed in excitement.

‘Aww,’ Patton cooed, unable to hide his adoration for just how sweet his little boy was.

‘Don’t you think he was surprised to see Minty?’ Logan questioned, holding Minty just out of reach from Virgil who was starting to whine as he held his arm out to the toy.

‘Well… I guess so, but that doesn’t mean -’

Minty was suddenly pulled away and hidden behind Logan’s back, completely out of sight. An expression of fake-surprise crossed Logan’s features as he looked at Virgil. ‘Where did Minty go, Vee?’

Watching Virgil’s reaction, Patton was beginning to understand what Logan meant. A mild panic had clouded over Virgil’s eyes and he looked frantically between Patton’s face and Logan’s now empty hand. It wasn’t long before the whimpering started anew.

‘Sweetie, it’s okay,’ Patton murmured, rocking him slightly on his lap. ‘You remember where Minty went, don’t you?’

Wet eyes locked onto his. ‘Gom,’ Virgil whispered forlornly.

‘He’s not gone, baby. See.’ Patton sent a pointed look to Logan, to which the logical side at least had the decency to appear embarrassed by his experiment and pulled Minty back out from behind him.

Virgil gasped through his pacifier, apparently shocked by the toy’s sudden reappearance. He whined and made desperate grabby hands at the toy.

‘There you go, Virgil.’ The toy was pushed into Virgil’s hands and instantly squeezed against his chest in a tight hug. Logan looked back up to Patton a little shyly. ‘I apologise for upsetting him. I had to prove my hypothesis.’

A sigh escaped Patton as he swayed his baby gently. Logan did honestly look remorseful, and he had shown Patton what object permanence was (or more what it wasn’t) so perhaps it was all right. Even if it hadn’t been in a very fun way. ‘So, does he think I… I die when I leave the room?’ he whispered shakily.

‘Not nearly so morbid,’ Logan reassured, actually reaching out to stroke his finger across Virgil’s knuckle. It was a very small act of affection, but Patton appreciated it nonetheless. ‘He does not have the mental capacity to think about anything that he cannot see. When you leave him, he cannot see you and so all he can think about at that moment is your absence, rather than believe you could exist somewhere that is not with him.’

The strangest bittersweet feeling swirled in Patton’s chest. Sure, it was kind of cute that Virgil loved and needed his papa so much that he always wanted to be with him. But Patton couldn’t be with him all the time. He did his best, of course, but he couldn’t exactly go hours without needing to go to the bathroom or fetching something from the cupboard.

‘Can we maybe fix it?’ Patton asked.

That crinkle in between Logan’s eyebrows came forth again and Patton longed to press his lips against it and smooth it out with a kiss. ‘There are simple activities we can do to try to reinforce object permanence. Though given the fact that he is not truly a developing child, I am unsure if they will have any effect on him.’

‘It’s worth a try though, right?’ Patton didn’t want his baby to be needlessly upset if they could help it.

A soft smile stretched Logan’s lips, and it made it quite tricky to remain worried. ‘It’s worth a try.’

And try they did. They really did.

As per Logan’s suggestion, they started with Patton leaving the room for progressively longer bouts of time. Thirty seconds, then one minute, then two minutes, and et cetera. At least, that had been the plan. In practice, it was much more resemblant of ten seconds, Virgil’s distressed whimpering, and Patton dashing back to comfort his baby. Then ten seconds, then Virgil whimpering, then Patton dashing. Ten seconds, whimpering, dashing. All in all, they considered it a failed attempt. (Patton was very glad that Logan didn’t reprimand him for ruining the experiment.) (‘You didn’t ruin anything, Patton.’)

The next activity was hiding objects and showing Virgil that they would always be revealed again. Minty had been the first choice, though Virgil was still rather distressed from their first activity and was clinging onto the toy tightly. The caregivers came to a silent agreement that it would not be fair to take away his comfort item. They instead attempted to hide things from around the room; little trinkets such as a photo frame or one of Roman’s sketchpads he had left lying around.

Virgil at least did not start crying whenever they were hidden behind Logan’s back or under his baby blanket. In fact, he hardly seemed to notice them disappear at all. No matter how much baby-talk and coaxing from Patton and Logan, the regressor did not react to them and only frowned and buried his head against Patton’s chest with a whine that almost resembled a groan of annoyance. Apparently he was entirely uninterested in the activity when it concerned such boring objects.

‘Virgil, look. Roman’s drawings are all gone,’ Logan announced, pulling the blankie over the sketchpad for the fourth time. Patton felt Virgil’s head roll on his chest lazily to look. ‘And now -’ Logan pulled the blanket back with a little gasp, revealing the book, ‘- there they are, they came back!’

‘Wow, would you look at that!’ Patton gasped, shaking Virgil very gently to try to excite him.

A soft grunt sounded before Virgil buried his pouting face in Minty’s tummy.

Both caregivers sighed.

‘Perhaps this activity is too impersonal to interest him,’ Logan mumbled, looking more than a little disheartened.

It wasn’t a surprise, given how passionate Logan was about educational activities. Despite the logical side’s hesitance with being solely responsible for a regressed Virgil, he had displayed plenty of interest in the boy’s wellbeing. Over the past few weeks wherein he had been subject to Virgil’s regression, Logan had had plenty of input in ways Patton could play with him and similarly teach him things that his regressed self had not known before. Patton, in turn, had convinced Logan that he himself partake in the activities too, and hence Virgil’s comfort around him had been gradually growing.

So seeing how disappointed Logan was by Virgil despondence for this activity, Patton absolutely had to do something to remedy it. He just had a fussy baby to get through first.

‘Oh no!’ Patton cried, knowing that it would be enough to get Virgil’s attention. As expected, the baby looked up from his toy still adorning a frown as he suckled his pacifier. ‘Vee, I’ve lost something very important and I can’t find it!’

Virgil’s grumpy expression melted into a worried one and he looked over to Logan. Then he pointed at the other side and whined at Patton.

A giggle worked its way through Patton’s words as he explained, ‘No, I didn’t lose Logan. I can’t find my happy little baby anywhere!’

Shyness replaced Virgil’s confusion as Minty was pulled up to cover most of his face.

‘Is he…’ Patton hummed in thought for a moment, then fluttered his finger under Virgil’s ear, ‘over here?’

A little squeak was muffled behind Minty as Virgil’s eyes crinkled. But, Patton thought in amusement, he still couldn’t see Virgil’s smile, so technically it didn’t count.

‘No?’ Patton gasped, then moved his finger down to wiggle over the sole of Virgil’s socked foot. ‘Is he under there?’

With a strained giggle, Virgil dropped Minty to push at Patton’s hand quite weakly. His dimples were starting to show.

Biting his lip around a grin, Patton released Virgil’s foot but then started circling his finger around in midair teasingly. ‘Oh, I wonder where my happy little one could be.’

‘Papa!’ Virgil called, giggling around his pacifier.

‘Oh my, I think I heard him!’ Patton’s finger started wriggling and moving towards Virgil’s tummy. ‘Could he be in here?’

He slid his finger under Virgil’s shirt and started squiggling over his tummy. Virgil was immediately squirming in his lap, giggling uncontrollably.

‘There’s my happy baby!’ Patton laughed.

For another couple of moments, the room was filled with the sounds of Virgil’s bright laughter and the soft kicks of his feet against the carpet. Then Logan spoke up:

‘Actually, this poses another suggestion.’

Patton twisted in his place, keeping a firm hold on Virgil who was still calming from his giggles. At some point during the tickle attack, Logan had apparently moved back to the armchair. While he was sitting quite stiffly and avoiding Patton’s eyes, there was a slight twist in his lips that suggested he was holding back a smile.

‘What’s that, Loganberry?’

A half-hearted scoff greeted that nickname, though Logan continued regardless. ‘Playing Where’s the baby? - otherwise referred to as Peekaboo - is a commonly used tactic in teaching object permanence in infants.’

‘Oh, how adorable!’ At once, Patton shuffled both him and Virgil to face Logan on the carpet, supporting Virgil in sitting upright. He was eagerly peering over Virgil’s head at Logan. Patton wouldn’t miss this for the world! ‘Whenever you’re ready.’

Logan bridled in his seat a little. ‘I, um… Well, I anticipated that you would want to do it, Patton.’

‘Oh.’ The slump of Patton’s shoulders was probably more noticeable than he would have liked. Was he asking too much of Logan to play a game like that with their baby? The logical side has always been sensitive to looking less than serious. ‘Of course,’ Patton nodded, regretting that his voice sounded strained.

‘Wait, no. I -’ The words stuttered to a halt as Logan closed his eyes and took a deep, likely steadying breath. When his eyes opened again, he looked down at Virgil with a soft, open expression. ‘Shall we play a game, Vee?’

Pride swelled in Patton’s chest.

The weight on his lap shifted as Virgil turned around to look at him. His expression wasn’t too easily read, but Patton knew he was simply seeking affirmation and so he encouraged him. ‘That’ll be fun, won’t it, baby?’

Seemingly satisfied, Virgil turned back to Logan and made a hum of assent.

It would never be spoken aloud, but Patton was quite sure that both he and Logan acknowledged just how awkward the logical side felt in that moment.

With a quiet clearing of his throat, Logan lifted the baby blanket from the floor and held it up in the air in front of him, concealing his face. After a moment, the fabric dropped to his feet to reveal Logan’s face - adorned with a faint blush.

‘Peekaboo,’ he said in an incredibly unfitting monotone.

A wince fought to crumple Patton’s face, but he battled it fiercely. As was to be expected, Virgil did not react much to Logan’s weak exclamation.

‘That did not have the desired effect,’ Logan grumbled, his cheeks a deep shade of pink now.

‘Aw, come on. Maybe you could try again with a bit more, y’know,’ Patton stalled, shrugging his shoulders with a guilty smile, ‘feeling.’

Logan’s eyes darted between Patton’s face, the blanket on the floor, and Virgil. Then he shook his head rapidly and muttered to his lap, ‘This was a silly suggestion. Forgive me.’

Being overcome by a wave of sympathy, Patton offered, ‘Here, why don’t we switch?’

He gripped Virgil tightly and rose from the floor with his baby in his arms. Virgil only had the chance to whine for half a second (he didn’t respond too well to being picked up a lot of the time) before Patton was easing him into Logan’s lap.

‘Uh, Pat - Patton…’ Logan stuttered, going stiff in his seat.

Ignoring the nervous protest, Patton persisted and situated Virgil further back on Logan’s lap so that the regressor leant against Logan’s chest. ‘There we are, sweetheart.’

It was met with a high-pitched whine and one of Virgil’s hands reaching out to him again as he leant forward to chase his papa.

Logan quickly caught Virgil’s shoulders before the boy swayed too far to one side. ‘Are you certain this is all right?’ he asked quite breathlessly. ‘I haven’t held him before, I don’t -’

‘Logan, don’t worry.’ It was almost amusing how wide Logan’s eyes were. Patton sent both of his boys the most comforting smile he had to offer. ‘I’m sure Mommy Logan is plenty capable of holding a baby in his lap.’

Both sides on the couch spoke simultaneously:

‘“Mommy Logan”?’

‘Mama?’

Virgil’s tiny voice filled Patton with such intense awe, he could hardly breathe past the swell of adoration in his chest.

He just smiled and with each hand offered a supportive touch to the two on the couch - a hair stroke for Virgil and a shoulder squeeze for Logan. He directed his next words at Virgil, knowing Logan wouldn’t be able to argue with his baby-talk. ‘Yes, baby. You’ve got a papa already, haven’t you? So now you’ve got a mama too!’

In a somewhat unexpected change of heart, Virgil’s upset at being away from his papa dissipated and he sank back against Logan’s chest quite happily.

Logan’s arms had fallen forward to secure around Virgil much in the same fashion as a seatbelt.

The decision to be so unapologetic and forward about suggesting “Mommy Logan” had been a risky one on Patton’s behalf, though seeing the gentle smile that softened Logan’s face thwarted any lingering doubts he had harboured about it.

‘I suppose that makes sense,’ Logan murmured, absently stroking his thumb over Virgil's shoulder and gazing down at him as if in a trance. ‘I can be Mama Logan.’

Going by Logan’s expression, Patton was sure he recognised the feeling that lay behind it. Patton knew it well; being entranced by the vulnerability and innocence and sweetness of the person who now relied on you to take care of them. It was the feeling of protectiveness. The paternal instinct. It was love.

He did his best not to tear up at seeing it displayed so openly in Logan’s eyes.

‘Okay, baby, are we ready to play?’ His happy tone was only moderately hindered by his tearfulness.

Virgil bounced a little in Logan’s lap (which earned him a surprised chuckle from the logical side) and nodded, squeezing Minty tighter in his hands.

‘Here we go!’ Patton announced, then leaned forward. He covered Virgil’s eyes with the palms of his hands. The confused squeak from Virgil forced Patton to bite his lip to conceal a giggle. After a couple of seconds, he lowered his hands and with a bright smile. ‘Peekaboo!’

There was certainly more of a reaction in comparison to Logan’s monotonous attempt, though it was not exactly the expected one. Where Patton expected to find an excited glimmer in Virgil’s eyes, he only saw confusion and upset.

Undeterred, Patton simply laughed it off. ‘There you are! And now…’ He covered Virgil’s eyes again, slightly concerned at his small whimper. When he lowered his hands and called, ‘Peekaboo!’ again, Virgil outright pouted at him.

‘What’s the matter, baby?’

‘I think he may have sensory issues with you covering his eyes,’ Logan suggested gently.

Patton observed how Virgil had instantly started rubbing at his eyes once Patton’s hands had pulled away from them. ‘Was it a yucky feeling, Vee?’ he asked.

A little nod and whine from the regressor confirmed the suspicion.

‘Aw, honey, I’m sorry,’ Patton cooed, feeling his heart sink with guilt. He had to remind himself to be careful of Virgil’s sensitivities. It was certainly proving to be a learning curve for the touchy-feely father figure.

Logan seemed to have regained some of his usual confidence and spoke without an ounce of hesitation, ‘I suggest you attempt it with his blanket instead.’

Glad for Logan’s to-the-point problem solving, Patton picked the blankie up. The material was unfathomably soft and always calmed Virgil down after he had been subjected to “yucky” textures, so he was sure it would help with their game.

‘All right, let’s try this again. Ready?’ Patton held the blanket taut and dropped it over Virgil’s head. An even louder whimper this time sounded from underneath it and Patton shared a concerned glance with Logan.

‘Papa!’ Virgil called out in panic. His grip on Minty was tight enough that the soft toy bulged between his fingers.

Patton hurriedly lifted the blanket again, ready to exclaim “peekaboo”, but was heartbroken to see Virgil’s eyes glossed over with tears.

Virgil whined as soon as he seemed to notice Patton. He dropped Minty to Logan’s lap so that he could hold his arms out. ‘Papa,’ he whispered, sounding close to tears.

‘Hey, hey, don’t cry, baby,’ Patton soothed, wrapping Virgil in a quick hug (that just so happened to include Logan, seeing as how he was so close behind Virgil). ‘It’s all right, Papa’s here.’

‘This separation anxiety is far more intense than I initially thought.’ Logan sounded troubled.

It made Patton’s stomach flip. Would Logan want to test it more? Would he say it was bad for Virgil’s mental health? Would he want to separate Patton and Virgil? A sick feeling surged through Patton and he quickly plastered a big grin on his face, pulling back from Virgil despite his baby’s reluctance to let go.

‘No, no, we can do this,’ he assured. ‘Can’t we baby?’

Virgil didn’t seem to know what Patton was asking him, so he only whined and stretched his arms out further towards Patton.

‘It may help if you speak while he is hidden,’ Logan whispered. ‘That way he will still sense your presence.’ He offered a slightly awkward smile. It was beautiful to Patton.

He picked the blanket back up from where he had dropped it to the couch and, as per Logan’s instruction, repeated the game but this time spoke when Virgil was covered by the blanket.

More whines met his ears, though Patton quickly gasped and said, ‘Uh oh, I can’t see little Vee anywhere!’

To his relief (as well as Logan’s, going by the drop of his tense shoulders), Virgil’s whimpering stopped.

‘Papa?’

‘Where’s the baby?’ Patton sang.

A confused coo came from Virgil. It was such an unmistakably babyish sound that the remains of Patton’s concern were overridden by thoughts of My baby is so frickin’ adorable!

Then he snatched the blanket from Virgil’s head with a wide smile. ‘There he is!’

Virgil blinked slowly a couple of times before twisting around to look up at Logan.

The logical side smiled down at him and nodded. ‘You came back,’ he stated simply.

For a moment Patton was unsure of what would happen next. Virgil’s silence could have meant anything from shyness to fear. It could have been followed up by hysterical giggles or heartbreaking sobs.

Instead, Virgil turned back to Patton and mumbled, ‘Bwankie.’

How on Earth Patton had not yet suffered a heart attack from the sheer amount of adorableness coming from his baby, he had no idea.

‘Shall we play with your blankie again?’ Patton asked.

When Virgil nodded, so much pride and happiness filled Patton that it spilt out of him in a joyful giggle.

‘Oh my gosh, okay!’ He bounced on his toes as he lay the blanket over Virgil’s head again. His baby did go slightly rigid upon being left in darkness, but it was quickly remedied: ‘Where’s my little baby?’

Virgil’s body relaxed back into Logan and he shook Mento in his hands with a squeak. With a strong suspicion that his little boy was excited, Patton pulled the blankie away. ‘There he is!’

And it was true! Virgil was smiling behind his paci and flapped Mento in the air in front of him with a giggle. The anxiousness of the previous few minutes had completely disappeared.

‘Logan, he liked it!’ Patton cried, unable to contain how ecstatic he was.

He was a little surprised to catch Logan staring at him with a distant look and a soft smile etched onto his features. With a little start, Logan seemed to catch himself and nodded stiffly.

‘I am glad,’ Logan said and with the hand that wasn’t keeping Virgil secure, he scratched at his cheek. It only drew attention to how rosy it had become. ‘It might be worth keeping it up. Solely for the educational merits, of course,’ he hastened to add.

‘You don’t have to tell me twice,’ Patton laughed and looked back at his baby. ‘Again?’

Virgil bounced a little in Logan’s lap and his dimples sunk in his cheeks. ‘Gen!’

‘Anything for my little stormcloud.’

Virgil was promptly hidden behind the fluffy material.

‘Oh dear, where did Virgil go?’

The blanket giggled.

Logan chuckled quietly as Patton winked at him. ‘Where’s my itty bitty baby?’

‘Papa, Papa!’

Patton gasped with an exaggerated surprise, ‘Oh my goodness…’ He swept the blanket off of Virgil's head to be met with a very happy baby with fluffed up hair. ‘There he is!’

The sound that came from Virgil could only have been described as a squeal of delight. His face was glowing with joy and he squished Minty against his face. He tended to do that when he was either shy (which he certainly wasn’t at that moment) or when he was so overwhelmed by emotion that he had to hide and process it for a moment. The fact that he was hiding from intense joy, rather than intense fear as usual, was nothing short of heartwarming to Patton.

‘I love you, honey,’ he whispered and leaned down to press a firm kiss onto the top of Virgil’s head.

‘Um, Patton?’ Logan asked quietly.

With a growing embarrassment, Patton realised he had his hands on Logan’s thighs to steady himself in leaning forward. He quickly retracted his hands. ‘Sorry.’

‘No, no, that wasn’t - you can -’ Logan cut himself off by clearing his throat. His eyes darted up to Patton quite hesitantly before they settled on Virgil. His hold on the regressor visibly tightened. ‘I wondered if perhaps I could try playing again.’

Patton had not, in fact, known true pride until that very moment.

‘Gosh, yes, please, of course,’ Patton rambled, instantly crouching down to be eye-level with Virgil. He had to seize this window of opportunity lest Logan shy away. ‘Let’s move you around, sweetheart.’

With a little help from Logan (and a little blushing as Patton’s hand brushed his), they were able to get Virgil to face Logan whilst in his lap. There was only a slight protest when Virgil reached out to hug Patton but couldn’t because of his position, but it was soon brushed over when Patton sat beside Logan so that Virgil could clearly see him. Perhaps the separation anxiety had not been helped so much by the game, but it was fun nonetheless.

‘We’re gonna play with Mama now,’ Patton announced and smiled when Virgil looked expectantly at Logan.

The logical side faltered a bit, though as Patton nudged him slightly with his shoulder he seemed to come out of it. ‘Are you ready to play, Vee?’

The baby nodded and hugged Minty tightly to his chest.

Logan did as Patton had - covering Virgil over with the blanket and immediately wondering aloud, ‘I appear to have lost Virgil. Wherever could he be?��

To Logan’s credit, the performance was far more expressive than his first attempt. It wasn’t quite as resemblant of a children’s TV presenter as Patton’s coos and gasps were, but it was certainly enough to get Virgil smiling, as was quickly revealed when Logan pulled the blanket back with a joyful, ‘There he is!’

They kept at the game for several more minutes, none of them getting bored of the repetition.

It was quite difficult to be bored by Virgil’s squeaky giggles, Patton found. Especially when they were supplemented by Logan’s soothing voice and a grin brighter than Patton knew the logical side would have ever dared to display in any other situation.

By the last round, Virgil was getting sleepy; his laughter was interrupted by quiet yawns (which sent Patton’s heart racing as he questioned how a human being could so closely resemble a kitten).

‘Last one, Stormcloud,’ Patton chuckled as Logan covered the boy with the blanket once more. ‘Then it’s naptime.’

‘Where’s Virgil?’ Logan called. ‘Where’s the baby?’

Virgil’s giggles were quiet, and it was noticeable how he was swaying a lot more now, being too tired to support himself. It was a good thing that Logan refused to release him from his careful hold.

Patton had shuffled further toward the other two as the game went on and now he was fully leaning up against Logan’s side. When they both looked at each other with bright smiles, Patton actually dared to wonder whether Logan’s cheeks really were just flushed from all the laughter, or if maybe Patton wasn’t alone in feeling a spark where their arms touched.

‘Together?’ Logan suggested.

Patton was sure his smile was completely goofy by this point, but he hardly cared.

‘Three…’

Logan smiled. ‘Two…’

‘One…’ Patton pulled the blanket from Virgil’s head.

‘Peekaboo!’ the caregivers said in unison, their happy, sing-song tones identical.

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