#baby pumpkin-bee

[oksanas-sun]

happy halloween from eve & oksana!!🎃🧡

[always-tired-i-am]

Officially one week till Halloween

[honeykissies]

ugh i love my little baby 😭 i love them so much. they’re so good to me even when they’re small. i know how much they love me and i hope they know how much i love them. i truly would do absolutely anything to make my pumpkin happy and secure. they deserve everything in the world. it feels so magical and special to be loved by them. they’re so pure and full of love. sometimes i can’t believe they love me. hope everyday im showing up enough for both big and little them. they just mean everything to me. being loved by them is one of the best gifts ever.

@sweetlilpeach

[angelfic]

— IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU BABY

pairing: mattheo riddle x nott!reader

summary: you weren't quite used to the attention of other boys, and it seems your brother's best friend isn't too fond of it either

warnings: brother's best friend trope!! swearing, kissing, not much else, very much unedited

author’s note: i don't tend to stray outside of the marauders era characters buuuut i've been a bit obsessed with mattheo and theo recently so this was for my own selfish needs lol as always let me know what you think!!

He had barely looked away from you all evening.

You knew the only reason Mattheo’s eyes had been fixed on you for the entirety of dinner was because of a certain type of attention you had unconsciously garnered on your first day back at school. Particularly male attention. It wasn’t any less disconcerting, however, knowing that your brother’s best friend was prepared to fist fight any potential romantic advances towards you because he was just as protective as your actual older sibling.

Your brother Theodore is no better, a displeased frown appearing every five minutes when he looks over to where you sit at the Gryffindor table.

“Merlin, boys are pathetic,” Ginny mutters, spearing a potato with her fork. “You go away for one summer and come back slightly prettier and they flock to you like bees to honey!” You’re about to weakly protest that she’s exaggerating, but at that exact moment you’re interrupted by a tap on your shoulder.

You slowly turn on the bench, reluctantly lowering your goblet of pumpkin juice to face Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw boy who you’d only ever spoken to when he was going out with Ginny.

“Hi, Michael,” you sigh, offering him a bland smile.

“Hello, Nott,” Michael replies, with what he probably thinks is a winning smile. “Had a good summer? I was just going to ask if you wanted to go on the first Hogsmeade visit of the term with me.”

You stare at him, unblinking. “Er- well, as… nice as that sounds,” you say slowly, not meaning a word. You glance at Ginny as pointedly as you can manage and raise an eyebrow. “I don’t quite relish the idea of going out with my best friend’s ex.”

“Oh! I, erm, I didn’t actually see you there, Ginny,” he stammers, laughing sheepishly. “My mistake.”

“Quite,” Ginny says drily, turning back to her plate of food.

“Well, er, see you later then,” Michael mumbles, nearly tripping over himself as he rushes back to the Ravenclaw table.

You bite your lip to stifle your giggles but it’s not long before you catch Ginny’s eye and the both of you erupt into fits of laughter.

“I can’t believe I ever went out with him,” Ginny groans, wiping her eyes.

“Was he always such a tosser or is that new?” you ask, snorting at the way Ginny scrunches up her face in embarrassment.

You’re still laughing when your eyes happen to pass over the Slytherin table just to focus on Mattheo.

You notice with a jolt that he’s looking at you again. This time, his eyes flick over to the Ravenclaw table for a second where Michael has settled back onto, then back to you and he quirks a brow quizzically.

Frowning, you mouth at him to stop in hopes that he ceases his scrutiny, just for him to roll his eyes and return to whatever one-sided conversation Blaise Zabini was attempting to engage him in. You hope you don’t look as flustered as you feel after realising Mattheo has just witnessed such an embarrassing encounter, but you’ve found over the years that you’re not the best at hiding the effects he has on you. Theo has never mentioned it in front of Mattheo as far as you’re aware, but he definitely hasn’t shied away from teasing you about the childhood crush you have on your brother’s closest friend. Not that you’ve ever admitted it to him anyway, and you’ve gotten a lot better at hiding it since nothing could ever come of it.

“Your brother and Riddle have been looking like they’re ready to halve the male population of Hogwarts since we got on the bloody train,” Ginny says, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Tell me about it,” you sigh, cutting into your carrot a little more viciously than needed. “They keep looking over at our table. I feel like I’m on one of those Muggle reality television programmes Hermione was telling your dad about the other week.”

Arthur Weasley was absolutely transfixed when he was learning about reality television from Hermione during breakfast the week you both stayed at The Burrow, and although you zoned out after his sixteenth question about a singular programme, you feel as though you caught the gist of it.

“Hm,” Ginny agrees, grimacing at the memory. She had nodded off at the table during that conversation and fallen asleep on her slice of toast. “In fairness, that’s not really a new thing.”

“What, being watched by my two guard dogs?” you ask in a mock-serious voice.

“Yeah, but…” Ginny chews thoughtfully for a second before answering. “I’m not just talking about today, or even recently. Your brother mostly minds his own business. I’m talking about Riddle. He’s always looking at you, I noticed it last year. Wherever we are, kind of like he’s checking up on you,” she says like it’s common knowledge, shrugging. “It’s sweet, I guess.”

You blink at her, a little speechless.

“What?” Ginny frowns after a few seconds of your silence. You look at her with raised eyebrows, not really taking her seriously. In your first few years at Hogwarts, you had confided in Ginny regarding your silly, little girl feelings for Mattheo and she would read into every action he took towards you in an attempt to prove he liked you too. Obviously, he saw you as nothing but a younger sister figure and once you grew up a bit, Ginny had let it go too.

Ginny reads your dubious expression now and sets down her knife and fork to cross her arms. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. I’m serious! I’m not just saying it because you were helplessly in love with him until you were, like, fourteen.”

“Shush!” you hiss, thwacking her arm. “Why don’t you just get up on stage with Dumbledore and ask him to include that titbit of information for the entire school to hear in his speech!”

“Good idea,” she says, nodding seriously and starting to get up. You know she’s just teasing, but you start spluttering and frantically grab at her sleeve to sit her back down, causing her to topple onto you slightly. This sets you both off laughing again and you find it hard to stop for the rest of dinner and desert, thankfully staying far away from the topic of Mattheo. You also pointedly avoid looking at him again.

Once dinner is over, you head to the Gryffindor common room with the rest of your house and catch up with everyone for a while. After a couple hours of socialising and fifteen minutes of helping Neville Longbottom search for his pet toad, you head up to your dorm with Ginny and Lena, one of your other dormmates, to unpack.

As soon as you open your luggage, you search for your pyjamas and immediately change out of your robes and into a t-shirt and baggy shorts for comfort. You’re in the middle of unpacking some textbooks when you hear Lena whistle from behind you.

“I do not remember those pyjamas looking like that,” Lena comments, grinning at you. Rolling your eyes, you comply with her request to do a little spin and you can’t help feeling pleased when Lena and Ginny start whooping and hollering. “You’ve always been gorgeous, but you really grew up this summer, huh? Look at those legs!”

“Tell me about it,” Ginny pipes in, flopping down on her bed and abandoning her unpacked suitcase. “She came to stay for a week and Mum looked like she was going to cry every time she saw us. Something about ‘blossoming into young ladies’ or whatever bollocks.”

“You ‘blossomed’ last year,” you point out, and Lena hums in agreement. “I haven’t forgotten how Zacharias Smith fell off his broom trying to wave at you during Quidditch practice.”

Ginny groans and starts ranting about teenage boys again. Lena joins in and starts teasing her about how Harry Potter is the only boy she hasn’t complained about and you’re about to set down your belongings to help Lena dodge the pillows Ginny is throwing at her when a flash of green and silver in your suitcase catches your eye.

“Shite, I have Theo’s uniform,” you huff, grabbing the clothes out of your suitcase and sliding your slippers on. “That means he has mine and I am not dealing with this at seven in the morning. I’m gonna go drop this off, be back in a minute.”

Ginny says goodbye before resuming her pillow attack on Lena as you make your way out of the room and down into the common room. It’s nearly empty, with most people having gone to their rooms to pack and a quick glance at the clock tells you its past curfew. You decide to take the risk since you have a reasonable excuse, but you hope that if you do get caught, it isn’t by Filch or Snape.

By the time you’ve reached the dungeons, you thank Merlin that Theo had the sense to tell you the password for the Slytherin common room before dinner in case of emergency.

“Pureblood,” you mutter, fighting the urge to scoff when the door swings open. You enter the common room and brighten up when you see that the only students still hanging around are Theo and his friends. Your brother seems to have already started unpacking since he’s standing and holding your uniform, presumably about to come and find you. His friends all mumble polite ‘hello’s and he walks up to you with a smile.

“Oh, hey, I was just-” Theo cuts himself off when he properly looks at you and frowns. “Wha- Why are you wearing pyjamas out and about?”

“You’re wearing pyjamas too!” you exclaim, slightly embarrassed that your brother is doing this in front of your friends. They all turn to look at you again, hearing the indignation in Theo’s voice and you notice Mattheo suddenly sits up straighter. Suddenly aware of your bare legs, you tug down the material of your shorts, despite the fact they aren’t even very short to begin with.

“Oi. Stop looking at my sister!”” Theo snaps, glaring at Blaise, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle. You know the only reason they glanced at you in the first place is out of curiosity regarding Theo’s question, but Theo and Mattheo scowl at them all the same and they all start sputtering, Draco in particular when Pansy narrows her eyes at him. Theo sighs at you, quickly exchanging your uniforms. “Just- at least take something to cover up back to your room.”

“I’ll walk her back,” Mattheo says, out of nowhere. He stands up and makes his way over to you, face carefully blank. Theo nods, agreeing quickly before he ruffles your hair goodbye to go and finish packing. You’re too surprised by Mattheo’s offer to protest until you’re already out of the Slytherin common room.

“I don’t need someone to walk me back, you know,” you mumble after a minute of charged silence.

“It was either me or Theo,” he shrugs, completely unapologetic when his mouth quirks up in a smug smile. “And I know you prefer me.”

“You’re both equally annoying,” you say, rolling your eyes, happy that he’s talking to you like normal again. You hated it whenever Mattheo was serious – it was rarely ever towards you and you much preferred when his whole face lit up with a smile. He begins to tease you about your bunny rabbit slippers and you’re in the middle of pretending to be irked when you both run into Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff prefect doing patrol duties.

“Hey,” Ernie offers you a friendly smile and gives Mattheo a brief, slightly nervous glance. While you prefer not to get into trouble for breaking curfew, Mattheo clearly couldn’t care less and his relaxed, yet intimidating stance must be off-putting to Ernie. Thankfully, you’re on friendly terms with the Hufflepuff and you give him an even brighter smile to make up for it, to which he beams at. “How was your summer?”

“Good, yeah! Erm, listen Ernie. We didn’t mean to be out at this time, it’s just that I accidentally had my brother’s uniform and needed to-”

“Oh, forget it. Don’t worry, I won’t dock you any points,” Ernie reassures you, waving off your excuses and you instantly relax. Ernie gives Mattheo another unsure glance before leaning in the tiniest bit closer to you. You try not to pay attention to how Ernie has been glancing at your legs and how Mattheo tenses up when Ernie starts speaking again. “I was actually wondering if you were available next weekend…?”

Ernie trails off when you don’t show any indication of replying straight away and you snap out of your surprise to say something, but Mattheo beats you to it.

“She’s busy then,” he says coldly, working his jaw. “Now, if you don’t mind, it’s late. Kindly get lost.”

“Wha- Matt!” you hiss, smacking his chest to which he barely flinches, nor does he look at all apologetic. “Ernie, I-”

“Never mind,” he says quickly, seemingly eager to just leave. “I’ll, er, see you later.”

You stand frozen in shock while Ernie rushes down the corridor and turns the corner, leaving you and Mattheo alone. Turning slowly, you look at him with barely contained anger.

“Why the hell did you do that?” you demand, voice sharp as nails. If it weren’t past curfew and you weren’t in the middle of a school corridor, you would most definitely be yelling. Mattheo stands with his hands in his pockets, clenching his jaw and his silence makes you even angrier. You accepted long ago that you’d never have a chance with him, but now he was getting in the way of you having a chance with anyone. It was completely unfair. “What if I actually wanted to go out with him?!”

Mattheo scowls at this, but his impossibly dark brown eyes flash with a hint of uncertainty. “Did you?”

“What?” you ask, impatient.

“Did you want to go out with him?” he says, voice low and dangerous. He walks forward, towering over you and you refuse to be intimidated so you start walking backward until your back is against the wall. Despite having cornered you, he maintains a fair amount of distance between you, leaving plenty of space if you want to move away. You don’t.

“That’s none of your business,” you say stubbornly, raising your chin and trying your best to keep your voice steady. Mattheo narrows his eyes and reduces the distance between you ever so slightly with another small step. You nervously keep talking. “I can go out with whoever I want.” Another step. “And you can’t just-” One more step. “Matt.” His shoes are flush with your slippers.

“What?” he whispers, tilting his head and looking at you calmly, while you feeling anything but calm. “I can’t just… what?”

The previously respectable distance has gone out the window and instead you barely have space to breathe with the way Mattheo is leaning in, head dipped toward you but never touching, hands resting on the wall either side of you. He leans in, eyes dropping to your lips and your heart leaps in your chest with anticipation, but he ghosts his lips over your jaw instead and the barely-there contact has you breathing unevenly.

“You can’t…” you exhale, trying to finish your sentence with some dignity and failing miserably. “You can’t just scare people off like an overprotective older brother.”

Mattheo stills, lifting his head enough to meet your eyes, but making no move to distance himself any further. He scoffs quietly. “Brother,” he says the word with a mildly disgusted scowl. “Is that what you think I want to be?”

“I- I don’t…”

“You don’t know,” Mattheo finishes for you, the corners of his mouth turning up, yet his expression is devoid of humour. “No, you don’t know how badly I wanted to hex Macmillan just now. How badly I wanted to try out some new, experimental spells on that fucking Ravenclaw earlier. But none of that had anything to do with brotherly feelings.”

“They were just being nice,” you say stupidly, with not a clue in the world as to why you’re defending them right now. If anything, you’re just confused.

Mattheo quirks a brow, tongue pressing against his cheek as he considers your words. “That Ravenclaw from earlier was talking about you on the train. He said he was going to ask you out at dinner because you’d ‘gotten hot’ over summer,” Mattheo sneers, like he’s suddenly regretting not hexing Michael Corner in the Great Hall. “They weren’t being nice.”

All of a sudden, you feel irritated because you have no idea why Mattheo is telling you any of this. “What’s wrong with a boy finding me attractive? Is that such a crazy idea?” you demand, part of you not wanting him to answer.

“Merlin, do I seriously have to say it?” he groans, sighing when you glare at him. Mattheo takes a breath, meeting your eyes and you marvel at the sincerity you see when he speaks. “You didn’t ‘get hot’ over the summer. You’ve always been beautiful and they’re idiots for not paying attention then.”

Your breath catches in your throat, whether it’s from emotion or from the close proximity with Mattheo, you aren’t sure. “You think I’m beautiful?”

Mattheo nods, leaning back in to brush his nose against your own, his breath mingling with yours. “Always have.”

You take this as a cue to grab the collar of his shirt and pull him in and the next thing you know, his mouth is firm against yours, and his hands are finally touching you, grabbing you by the waist and sliding up your back to hold you closer. You’ve thought about kissing Mattheo before, but the thoughts feel utterly stupid compared to the real thing. Mattheo kisses you fiercely, mouth sliding hot and wet against your own making you come alive and weakening you at the same time. He nips at your bottom lip and you gasp, causing him to smile into the kiss. Your hands are sliding up his chest to snake around his neck when a thought suddenly occurs to you and you pull away abruptly.

“Oh my God, Theodore,” you hiss, covering your mouth with your hand. Mattheo furrows his brows, looking a little dazed and confused. “What are we going to tell him?”

 “He knows I’ve loved you since we were kids,” Mattheo says flippantly, waving you off and impatiently starting to lean in again, but you stop him with a hand on his chest. “What?”

“You’ve loved me since we were kids?” The words hardly register, but before you can feel any sort of elation, you mostly feel pissed off that your brother has clearly had his fun with the situation for years. “And Theo knows?”

“Yes,” Mattheo says slowly, as if he were talking to a child. He brushes the hair out of your face and his gaze turns a little uncertain when he speaks. “Er, this is hopefully the part where you say you feel the same way.”

“Well, of course I feel the same way,” you huff, still thoroughly annoyed at Theo. “He knew I was crazily in love with you too and the bastard was so irritating about it!”

You’re about three quarters of the way down a list of ways you want to get back at your brother when Mattheo gently turns your face by the chin to look at him. “As much as I’d love for you to plot against your brother right now, it’s kind of a mood killer thinking about him when I’m kissing you.”

“Sorry, sorry. Continue with the kissing.”

“How romantic,” he says drily. His smirk turns smug, however, when he processes your previous statement. “So… you were in love with me too. What was the word you used, again? Crazily? Crazily in love…”

“Don’t make me take it back, ‘cause I swear I will.”

© angelfic 2023.

[mandsleanan]

Where did this romanticism about loose Chickens in the Garden start?

Do you know what unsupervised chickens running loose in your garden gets you? A fucked up garden.

They eat everything. Not just the bad bugs. The good bugs. Bees from your hive. New shoots coming up. The tops of your root crops. Unripe tomatoes. Ripe berries. Your rare Aroid that you brought outside for more natural light.

What doesn't get devoured gets either trampled down or dug up. Then they go stabby-stab into your baby pumpkins with their damn face-knives. Dig holes like a sled dog trying to escape the suburbs. Gods help you if you’ve got a hormonal rooster with a clear line of sight to your elderly neighbor.

You’ve heard good fences make good neighbors?

Well here good fences are the only thing keeping the prehistoric horrors at bay. They will test the perimeter. Yes I know they're soft, round, and cute. They still forage like an orc army. Don't be John fucking Hammond.

~

For the Horde.

[f10werfae]

A Virgin’s Lesson

pairing: Boyfriend!Dom!Henry x Virgin!Shy!Girlfriend!Reader

summary: When Henry finds out his virgin girlfriend’s needs, and her fears, he takes it upon himself to teach her a finger or two(Dom Henry‼️) (requested by anon)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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Y/n settled into bed beside Henry for the first time, since becoming a couple. Letting herself fall into his big thick arms as he pulled her snug and close; it was their first ever sleepover as a couple, 6 months in, and God was she nervous. “Why are you shaking pumpkin, am I not warming you up enough?” Henry smirked putting his hands up underneath her oversized shirt, his hands softly petting her stomach.

“N-no i’m not cold” Y/n said coldly not moving an inch, scared that if she did, she’d find herself enjoying it a bit too much. His thick fingers just scratching up and down the flesh on her stomach softly, humming against her skin as he kissed her neck and shoulders, his body clad in nothing but a pair of boxers. Superman ones to be exact.

Henry’s fingers suddenly stopped their affectionate journey, “Hey love, can I ask you something?” He whispered right against the shell of her ear, sending tingles down his lover’s spine as he kissed it slightly as well. Y/n shuffled herself back more into his chest, nodding, anticipating his next words.

“Are you scared of me?” You can be honest, i’ve been noticing you can’t seem to talk or move when you’re within centimetres of me” Henry asked propping himself up on his elbow, watching as Y/n moved to lay on her back, her eyes focused on her twiddling fingers which Henry then grabbed and interlaced with his.

“No. I’m not scared of you Hen”

“Then what on Earth is it? Do I smell bad or something?” He joked brushing back a bit of her hair, kissing her cheek softly, his hand then settling to cup her jaw. “It’s embarrassing and it’s stupid”

“It’s not embarrassing or stupid if it’s bothering my lovely woman, now come on you, out with it”

“Well y-you know i’ve never really done like, a-anything with guys before; with you I get this weird- this weird feeling of wanting to do things” Y/n whispered meeting his icy blue eyes, his smile softened into a cute little smirk as he leant in and kissed her lips for what must be, the thousandth time that hour. He was so incredibly loving and doted on her constantly, knowing how much of a shy bee she was when it came to men, especially one the size of Henry.

“Then what’s stopping you lovebug?” He whispered, his lips brushing against hers as he talked, in fact they were so close that when he went to wet his lips, she couldn’t help but jolt at the feeling of his wet tongue on her pouty lips.

“I-I’m a bit nervous” She whispered back,

“Wan’ me to help?, i’ll help you okay? If that’s what you want of course?”

“It is, it’s what I w-want” Y/n stuttered feeling giggly, her cheeks growing warm in Henry’s hands. “Going to get you comfy first okay? Just lay back for me baby” Henry urged letting her lay back against his side, his arm wrapped around her shoulder tightly, his hands slowly venturing down towards the hem of her sleep shirt.

“Going to lift this cute shirt of yours, and see what’s waiting for me” Henry smirked kissing Y/n’s nose lightly, watching as her beautiful eyes widened, her hands holding onto his other one tightly. His large paw sensually slid up her shirt, settling on top of her cotton underwear, growling when he felt how wet she was already.

“Fuck baby, lesson 1, when you’re this wet you just call me yeah? You’re too pretty to be left like this, my poor baby” He moaned showing her the string of slick connecting his fingers as he separated them as he held his hand up, before returning his hands this time to the hem of her underwear.

“Be quiet for me honey, wanna hear how wet your pussy is, that okay?” He growled feeling the nestle of curls surrounding her honey centre, his thick fingertips brushing over her sensitive sticky folds, he could already tell she would taste as sweet as day.

“W-woah, that feels good” Y/n whined in shock, never did she ever play with herself, always hearing that it was unladylike while growing up. Her hands held Henry’s other hand to her chest, tucking her head closer to his chest, she felt his fingers slip and glide through her second set of lips.

His breaths getting deeper once he came back to her clit, easily found once he realised the poor thing had been sitting out of her wet lips, clearly needing some of his undying love and attention. “Can I rub your clit baby? S’gonna feel good, I promise” He whispered nuzzling his head against hers, a smirk on his face when Y/n almost instantly widened her legs for him.

Slowly rubbing small circles onto her pussy, Henry felt himself grow hard against her thigh, acknowledging the fact that she had now started sucking on his thumb to keep herself quiet like he had asked her to. The only sounds filling the room were her muffled whimpers and the wet slaps of her pussy lips being rubbed together vigorously by the hunk of a man.

Sliding his hands down to her hole, her wide eyes blinked up at him, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks; all with his massive thumb pressing down on her tongue like some clamp. “You feel good baby? Daddy loves making his woman feel good, such a soft little pussy too” He groaned, curious as to how she would react to the new nickname he gave himself..

“Awk baby you like that?” He taunted feeling her pussy clench around two of his fingers instantly, almost like a vacuum sucking them in. Y/n nodded helplessly, Henry’s lips raining wet open mouthed kisses all over her face, trying to ease the pain as he thrusted his fingers in and out mercilessly.

“You’re going to have to learn to take my fingers, how else are you going to take my cock?” He said softly, his fingers now going slower and deeper, tiny gasps leaving Y/n as his thumb reached back up to her rubbed raw clit. Her hips rolling gently against his hand subconsciously, whimpers sounding from around his thumb.

“C-can do it” Y/n said muffled, her other hand grabbing onto her boyfriends hand herself, thrusting it and out of her at a faster pace than his. Pulling his thumb out of her mouth, Henry used his arm behind her head to nudge her head up, his lips instantly clamping down onto hers, it was less kissing and more exchanging saliva. Slow, hot and snuggly, that was the way Henry saw this whole thing, an act of care and love for his darling girlfriend.

“Okay okay baby, tell daddy when you’re close” Henry whispered breaking their kiss, his forehead leaning against hers, her exasperated breaths fanning his face once he felt her clit stiffen and her tight hole clench again.

“H-Henry, feel somethin here, k-keep going” Y/n whimpered, pointing towards the pit of her stomach, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. The sounds of Henry’s hand against her wet pussy filled the room, along with her loud cries and whimpers, oh and Henry’s whispers of reassurance

“Doing so good for me honey” “I love you so much, thank you for trusting me” “Gonna sleep with you in my arms after this”

“So close Hen, so close” Y/n breathed out rapidly, her chest rising as she felt a wave of pleasure rush over her, her hips jerking wildly against Henry’s palm. His fingers softly rubbing her clit with care to let her ride out her high, his other hand rubbing her cheek softly, his superstar smile on his face.

“T-thank you” Y/n whispered out, leaning up to kiss his lips a bit sloppily, returning back to her shy demeanour. “Anyone tell you how beautiful you look after you orgasm?” Henry teased smirking, but he wasn’t lying, her hair all roughed up and her face all dazed was definitely now one of his favourite looks on her.

“Hen! You know you’re-“

“Yup i’m the first man and will be the only man to see you like this. Thanks for reminding me” He winked leaning down and kissing her again, his hand rubbing her swollen pussy over her underwear, her hand hitting his chest jokingly as she suddenly looked down.

“oh, well h-hello” She said adorably, noticing the tent built up in his boxers, an even more nervous look on her face.

“Don’t worry love, that lesson’s for another day, let me just feel you for now”

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[9toji]

‧₊˚✩彡 BEAUTIFUL CHILD — where in these blue lock boys show their love for their little bundle of joy.

characters ; bachira, sae, kaiser, nagi

tags ; sfw — domestic fluff, established marriage

rina's comments ; this is an excuse to write about having a kid with kaiser

bachira held his little daughter's hand, it was about the size of his palm. he beamed up at the mirror as he brushed off the dirt on the two of their silly little costumes, it was striped yellow and black, and they had a headband placed neatly on their heads, it was really cute.

“look at my little bumblebee!” he smiled, hugging his daughter tightly. “don't i look pretty daddy?” and of course bachira nods excitedly, “mommy's gonna love it. you're already growing up so fast..” meguru stroked mini bachira's hair, his little bumblebee as he called her.

the bundle of joy gets excited at the sound of the master bedroom's door creak open, rushing towards you as she hugged you, “how do i look mommy?” beamed the child, who twirled around. it was perfect, it was a bee costume that had a little tutu attached to the waist. “daddy made it for me!” she added and you gasp up at bachira, it was really well made.

“i might have a knack for sewing, but.. honey, can we go trick or treating?” your husband asked with a sheepish grin, the pumpkin basket already prepared on the little wooden coffee table, and once you agree, just as long as you come with them they rush outside.

your daughter giggling as his dad leads her outside, it was a beautiful halloween celebration, minus the upcoming toothache that your daughter soon acquires.

sae didn't use to be so accepting of makeup, until now. it was quite a surprise for you to see him sitting down on the floor, puffed up with heavy blush, courtesy of your child that mumbled about him looking nice. but that's not even half of what surprised you.

your husband was wearing a pretty yet very tight pink fairy costume, accompanied with fairy wings. it was a sight to behold, and a little hard not to laugh at, you quickly take pictures of him as he tries his best to make his little baby happy.

“cup of tea for you, fairy!” the little girl cheered, pouring some “tea” into his little pink tea cup that he could easily crush in his grip, he politely sipped on the tea. “oh wowww, this tastes so good princess!” sae chuckled, enjoying the moment. even though he looked silly. there was a gentle and more importantly sincere smile on your husband's face.

the little bundle of joy hugged his dad, and soon you joined in. before you whispered, “you look nice, fairy.” into his ear. sae had a faint blush, perhaps embarassed. he instead opted for a grin.

“thanks, i know right?” your husband joked, blinking dramatically at you.

“i bought you another toy!” kaiser said with a smile, showing the new gundam figure in his hands, handing it to your son. “thanks papa!” said the child, an expression on his face that could only be described as pure awe and joy.

kaiser spoiled your child rotten, buying him toys, books, and more. but before he did, he made sure that the two of them had a super top secret secret that involved that he, his son, should always use it, so it doesn't go to waste.

you never really took your husband for the type to care about that, he grew up with lavish toys too, as far as you knew. spotting them in the cute kid's bedroom, playing with the gundam and roleplaying, kaiser was the big bad monster, while his son was the savior, who had to save you, the poor princess.

kaiser was not going to protest, even though he wanted to be the knight in shining armor like he had always told you he'd be for you. “aaahhh!” he shrieked in a monotone voice, and your child shrieked back, throwing what seemed to be a stick at his father's face.

thankfully, kaiser was unharmed.

it was a bit wrong to let the child play video games at such an early age, but you had spotted your husband, nagi and your son playing some sort of mario game on the tv, the little one's faced contorted with concentration.

while the father yawned, he might get bored too quick. like he always did, but thankfully he didn't, and even let his son win, the boy proudly put his little controller down, puffing his chest and putting his closed-into-fists hands on his waist. “i won! i won!” the youngster said, emitting a smug grin.

nagi clapped slowly, and smiled. “you're just like me, huh?” he yawned, and his son beamed. “really? am i as cool as you, papa?” the kid jumped up and down from the compliment, before turning to you and pointing as his papa with a wide smile, “papa said i'm as cool as him! did you hear mama?”

and you nod with a sweet smile, ruffling your son's hair, who quickly goes back beside his dad, challenging him to another round. nagi let the bundle of joy win every round, only because he felt sleepy or maybe he wanted to make his baby happy, your husband turned to you and shrugged, with a knowing smile.

“guess he's better than me, babe.”

[bradshawsbaby]

My Bee! ✨💛🧡♥️ Is your door still open for Trick Or Treat-ers?? 🎃

Of course! Happy Halloween, sweet friend! I hope you don’t mind a little glimpse into the future with an older Bradley and Mrs. Bradshaw! 🥰

“Here you are, Mrs. Bradshaw,” Bradley grinned as he lowered himself beside you on the front steps of your home, handing you a new bag of candy to pour into the large plastic bowl you had resting on your lap.

“Why thank you, Captain Bradshaw,” you teased in return, smiling at your husband as you tore open the bag, stealing a small piece of chocolate for yourself before you replenished the bowl for the trick-or-treaters.

Bradley wasn’t as subtle—he reached over and grabbed a fistful of candy, tearing open a bag of mini M&Ms before you could slap it out of his hands.

“Bradley Bradshaw!” you scolded, trying very hard to mask the look of amusement on your face as you glared at the extremely childish man you had married.

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence as he poured the contents of another bag of M&Ms into his mouth like it was nothing.

“These are for the trick-or-treaters, not for you,” you laughed, swatting at his hand as he tried to reach for more. “If you’re hungry, there’s still plenty of granola and fruit inside. Very heart healthy.”

“Ugh, getting old sucks,” Bradley pouted, sighing dramatically as he rested a hand on your knee.

“You’re telling me,” you lamented, running a hand through your hair, which was now streaked liberally with strands of gray.

“You’re not getting old, honey. Just aging like fine wine,” your husband grinned, leaning over to give you a tender kiss.

“Sure, we’ll go with that,” you chuckled, the laugh lines around your mouth and eyes deepening as you smiled.

Bradley opened his mouth to respond, but was suddenly interrupted by the sound of small voices babbling excitedly as they hurried up your walkway.

“Well look what we have here, baby!” he exclaimed enthusiastically, smiling at the sweet faces that were beaming up at the two of you. “A princess, a dinosaur, a skeleton, and a ladybug!”

“Wow!” you cooed, your heart warming at the sight of the precious little ones standing before you. “Very impressive!”

“Trick-or-treat!” they chorused, holding up their little pumpkin buckets, already filled nearly to the brim.

You and Bradley filled their buckets with a few pieces of candy each, laughing in delight as they whooped and cheered excitedly.

“Happy Halloween,” you told them brightly, waving as they turned and hurried back to their parents after thanking you and Bradley sweetly.

Sighing softly, you set the bowl of candy down on the step beside you and turned to look at Bradley. “Don’t you miss it? Having little ones like that?”

Bradley’s eyes softened as he looked at you, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, I do,” he nodded, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you against his chest. “Our kids were pretty damn adorable when they were that small.”

Halloween had always been a big affair in your household, but it was quieter now that Goose and Lydia were away at college, and James wanted to spend all his time with his high school buddies. You and Bradley were still learning how to adjust to this new phase of your lives.

“It makes me happy, seeing all the trick-or-treaters,” you murmured softly, resting your head on your husband’s shoulder. “It makes me think about all the wonderful times we had when the kids were growing up.”

“It really was wonderful, wasn’t it?” Bradley whispered, rubbing soft circles on your back. “Damn, I miss our babies being babies.”

“Me, too,” you admitted, getting a little teary-eyed as you thought more about it.

The two of you were quiet for a couple minutes before Bradley broke the silence with a low chuckle.

“C’mon now, we don’t want to scare the trick-or-treaters away. A couple of oldies sitting on their front porch, crying into the candy,” he joked gently, lightening the mood.

“Who are you calling old? I thought we were aging like fine wine,” you smirked, poking him in the side.

“You are,” Bradley insisted, grinning as he bumped his nose against yours, his mustache tickling your upper lip. “I’m not so sure about me.”

“Oh, shut up, you’re still as sexy as the day I met you,” you told him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips.

Just then, you heard soft giggles and a few cleared throats. Turning your heads, you and your husband found that there was a new group of children standing at the bottom of your steps.

“Um, trick-or-treat?”

[gingerjolover]

pumpkin patch/fall date with phoebe and maxine! please!

y'all know the fucking vibes ok so

just blurbed about pumpkin carving with julien (julien and soft!gf def meet up with y'all towards the end of the day to get their pumpkins but before all that)

but y’all are like taking a little fall trip in nashville or maybe you’re in LA who knows

pheebs is def in like an all back maxi something with boots and if we are doing black cat and golden retrieve vibes, i feel you’d be in a more autumnal outfit

y’all definitely are checking out all of the foods stands and the small market first

getting various jams and fall treats

in my version of this pumpkin patch/fall farm, there is a section with animal costumes for pets and you guys spend so much time discussing maxine’s costume

“bro she could be a bumble bee🥹”

“don’t call me bro oh my god look,” you start to be sassy back but you see a small collar and a neck tie, “maxi! you could be mommy for halloween🥹”

i feel like this where y’all would find the sheep costume that she wore at boogenius

with various apple butters and more than one costume for maxine y’all finally go out to the farm part

maybe pick your own apples or something

and then you get a on an afternoon hayride, maxine is sitting on your lap, she has a little knitted sweater on because it’s chilly and phoebe is taking SO many pics because “you and mama look so cute”

maxine is so popular on the hayrides, everyone wanting to pet her but you’re like “she’s kinda skittish so be careful,” and it just warms phoebes heart

eventually y’all get to the pumpkins, meeting up with julien and her partner

julien is like “we need four pumpkins in case we mess up the jack o lanterns,” which phoebe is like omg “babe we should get an extra just in case” and you and julien’s gf look at each other like “are they fucking kidding?”

maxine is crawling all over the small pumpkins, and you’re holding her leash watching her

phoebe is taking pics of you guys, eventually getting you both to pose in the patch “smile with mama maxi!” she will say so sweetly and you’re like holy fuck marry me pls

i feel like as it gets darker phoebe will pick maxine up and hold her in the baby carrier on her chest, both holding hands as you pull the rent-a-wagon to the car full of pumpkins

after you load up the car you walk back through all the halloween lights and grab some dinner, sitting on a picnic bench, stealing kisses between bites

def takes a pic of y’all under the orange lights and you’re holding a lil pumpkin and she’s biting your cheek lol

[uchihaharlot]

Shisui talking to his child.

Shisui: go tell mom that you want a little sibling😊

Child: But I want a dog🤨

What would Shisui do if he had a child who wanted to remain an only child?

ohhhh nonny.

You and I think a lot a like!! 🥹 Though, and I've said it before and I say it again. You cannot outwit a master manipulator...

NSFW; Shisui being much like a damn kid with his son; what a lucky man; I wish I were his wife; white wine induced writing; ya'll getting blue balled here too 😈

While Shisui is definitely a shinobi with integrity, he regularly barters with his son. Candy, toys...a puppy?? This is a little more than just a simple request from his dear heart little one. And Shisui adores his first born tremendously. Would give up his right so to speak.

That being said, there is a tit for tat he wants to run by his shit grinning kid, as he is asked for a four legged friend. Ultimately he's gonna get the damn puppy regardless, he wants a dog too...but his son is nearly six. Which means Shisui has only bred his wife in theory over the years, and birth control is a real bitch.

'Sounds good pumpkin,' gives his son a charming smile. 'I'll make you a deal.'

Now, Shisui needs to be smart about this. He hasn't necessarily had the talk on the birds and the bees with his boy. His son is essentially a fingerprint of his own genius and Shisui does't really deign going into detail daddy's need to fill mommy with his seed.

'Ok Papa.' Gods his kid is cute, but devious as hell.

'Ask mommy very nicely,' he pauses, thinking appropriately the next words, 'tell her you want a little sibling.'

This damn kid tilts his head, 'why?'

Ok, this is a good time to bitch about kids not doing as they're told. 'Because, just tell her and then we can get a puppy.' Tries not to baby talk his own kid, but he's just so damn cute and menacing. Like his father.

'What if I don't want a sibling?' Little fucker tilts his head, again, but in the opposite direction.

Now, Shisui is not what I would call a desperate man. But with this? He might be. 'If you want the puppy, you need a sibling. Dogs are a lot of care and you're gonna need someone ton help pick up after it when the puppy gets bigger.'

'...Why?' Shisui rubs a palm over his face, and smiles wickedly kind at his patience testing kid.

'Thats how this deal works kiddo.'

'But...' Shisui is forced to listen to little boy ramble off the plethora of peers with animals and no siblings. Even adds that is why most of them have an animal companion to begin with.

It seems luck is not on Shisui's side today. The damn kid is a cock block, not really but, for the love of the gods. If Shisui has to pull out again he's going to impale his forlorn heart on a steak.

Cue his lovely, and adoring wife. They lay in bed. Her reading, Shisui going over some scrolls. Mundane absentminded conversation between the two as they wind down and snuggle into bed.

Silence is usually the last thing Shisui notices before falling asleep, but his wife so sweetly big spoons him. And, well, she's quelled their silence with three simple words whispered at the nape of his neck.

'...a puppy, huh?' Snakes her soft hand over his chest, it only goes lower.

Let's get this straight, Shisui never gets nervous. He faces enemies on a regular basis, but his damn wife asking about the puppy their son begged for earlier didn't fall short on her eager ears. He groans, out of arousal and disbelief that she heard them.

'Heh... You heard all that?' Not so much a nervous chuckle as it was a soft exhale. Her dainty little fingers are already slipping into his pajama pants.

'Only the important parts...'

She needn't say anything else. Shisui was on her before she could even register the two fingers that squelch in her cunt. Goddamn heat seeking fingers. 'So are we getting a puppy?'

When Shisui looks at her like she held all the answers, fingers crooking in soft wet pussy, coaxing her to cum with sharingan eyes. Sexual coercion was his best quality in the bedroom. That and his cock.

'Yea..' Bitch, yea. They're having another baby. Right here, right now. 'Don't even need...to ask.' So beautiful when she's halfway to cumming and wetting his lips with a desperate swipe off her tongue.

[pumpkzsafeplace]

a│s : agere & headspaces

sometimes those who are unfamiliar with agere can get a little confused when they discover that there are a varied amount of different headspaces one could have as an age regressor.

so pumpkin's here to describe & explain them so it makes a little bit more sense! <3 (fyi, these are my own descriptions with my own nicknames! your's may be different & that's okay!!)

what are headspaces?

headspaces are what littles experience when they age regress.

each headspace can differ depending on what age they regress too, how they regress etc <3.

no little is the same, but it's a good idea to have a broader knowledge on the topic so you can pick up on similiar characteristics! <3

what causes different headspaces?

headspaces can differ depending on why the individual is regressing in the first place. for example, a vast majority of littles regress to the time when their inner child suffered the most. some others may just feel more comforted and safe in that age bracket!

it completely depends on the little <3

age regression vs age dreaming.

age regression and age dreaming are two terms that are commonly mixed up, so here's a simple explanation for those who are wondering!

age regression is when an indivudal regresses to a younger mindset.

age dreaming is when somebody enjoys child-like things, child-like aesthetics but doesn't actually regress into that younger mindset.

both are completely valid, just a little different! <3

involuntary vs voluntary vs impure regression

involuntary & voluntary are also terms that can sometimes be confused, so here's another simple description <3.

voluntary regression is regression that happens because you want to regress. it's usually filled with usual regression acitivties that create a fun and happy experience for the little.

involuntary regression happens when you're not expecting it, when regression takes you by suprise suddenly. for example, when you're in school, work, or just in an environment where you don't want to regress right now.

impure regression is a negative experience that littles can sometimes experience. it can be a trigger response to a certain topic that can result in panic attacks, feelings of claustrophobia, dizzyness & sickness.

the different age headspaces

these are all my own adapations! they may not be completely accurate!! <3

baby bee headspaces (baby)

baby bee headspaces are headspaces where the regressed individual has reverted back to a baby-like state of mind. their speech will be limited, if not used at all & they will rely on specific gear to help!

little ones headspaces (1 - 5)

little ones headspaces will have more speech involved, but it may be broken and they may struggle with certain words. they enjoy acitivties such as colouring, watching cartoons, playing hide n seek etc! <3

baby bugs headspeaces ( 5 - 10)

baby bugs headspace are for littles who regress to a slightly older age. they may be able to speak a little better and they may enjoy more physcial activites such as going on walks, playing outside etc!

they might still enjoy the comfort of their gear though! particually on bad days! <3

bigger bugs headspaces ( 10 - 15+ )

those who regress to bigger bug headspaces may enjoy some older activties! such as playing their favourite video games to regress, enjoying their favourite book, i've known some to enjoy horror (like watching video game playthroughs of their favourite youtuber/streamer!)

like i said earlier, headspaces differ to each indivudal. you don't have to stick to the specific descriptions of your headspace. do what makes you feel comfortable & happy! since that's the end goal of regression <3

gif isn't mine

[greghatecrimes]

Halloween prompt: House takes baby!Thirteen out trick or treating for the first time

hehe, I love this prompt! ty Jet for submitting it <3

House isn't much of a holiday person. But even he can't deny that Halloween is objectively the best holiday of them all, especially now that he has a kid (and a cute kid at that). Free candy to mooch from just from walking around the block? Sign him up.

Thirteen is dressed in the costume she insisted upon: a huge, round jack-o-lantern, with some adjustments made to make the face properly scary looking. (which Bee/oddlittlestories did a drawing of!!) she's pretty chatty for her age, and House has spent the past few days drilling her on how to say "trick or treat" as adorably as possible. She's practiced and got it down-pat. She's so ready for this. She's going to be the cutest kid in all of fucking Plainsboro.

First stop of the night is Wilson's apartment (of course). House carries Thirteen up to the doorstep and is giving her a pep talk. "You remember what we practiced, right? I knock on the door, I'll put you down, the door opens– that's when you hit 'em with the big guns. You remember what to say?" Thirteen nods. (Of course she does, she's his kid and she's smart as a whip. He's confident.) "Alright, let's get this show on the road. Knock 'em dead."

House knocks on the door, sets her down on the ground, takes one step back. He can hear muffled footsteps from inside. The door opens, and he sees the silhouette of Wilson holding a bowl full of candy. Before he can say anything, Thirteen throws her arms up, jumps towards him, and shouts "ROAR!" at the top of her little lungs.

House puts his head in his hands (but he's laughing behind them). When he looks up, Wilson is feigning terror as Thirteen toddles towards him, the giant pumpkin costume wobbling adorably with each step. "I got you, Jimmy!"

"What happened to 'trick-or-treat'?" House asks.

Wilson crouches down to Thirteen's height, and then pretends to be knocked aside when she gently baps him with one little hand. "I think she decided that SHE wanted to be both the trick and the treat."

"Yeah!" Thirteen grins and points to her costume. "Look, Jimmy! Scary!" (but of course she can't say her R's yet).

"Absolutely terrifying." House agrees. "But hey, Lucky Thirteen. Don't you want to show Jimmy what we practiced?"

"What you practiced?" Wilson raises a brow.

Thirteen frowns. "Not scary."

"You can be as blood-curdlingly horrifying as you want after we get some candy."

Thirteen brightens again. "Okay!" Without hesitation, she holds out her fabric candy basket and looks up at Wilson with the most adorable little smile he's ever seen. "T'ick o' t'eat!" (To her credit, she enunciates well for her age, minus those damn R's).

"Oh my god." Wilson looks up at House with an expression that's half-horrified, half-intrigued. House grins. "You trained her. Like a dog."

"T'ick o' t'eat!" Thirteen repeats, and pushes her basket against Wilson's knee. "Candy?"

"She's not a dog, Wilson. She's a finely tuned magnet for all the candy in Plainsboro."

"Yes, you can have some candy," Wilson assures Thirteen. He reaches for the discarded bowl and pulls out a small handful to drop into her basket. Looking back up at House, he says, "You are terrible. I expect a cut of no less than thirty percent of your earnings."

"Save me the Reese's in that bowl and we have a deal."

Thirteen ends up trying to scare people at almost half of the houses, but she's so adorable that she's showered with candy regardless. By the end of the night they've got enough to last them weeks.

[little-pup-pip]

Just curious, what requests do you have in your queue/to do currently? If you're ok with saying it that is :]

Oh boy, that's a bigger question than last time someone asked! I have over 200 waiting requests at this point!! Because of that this got very very long, so I put the rest under the cut! Like last time, this is in order of how recently I received the request, and doesn't mean I'm too busy to take new requests!!

Ibara saegusa (enstars)

Monochrome oranges cats and angels

Gloomy bear

Another rockruff (maybe)

Cult of the lamb (specifically the lamb)

Llewellyn Watts (Murdoch Mysteries)

Jake (trailer park warlock)

Cult of the lamb (pet dreaming themed)

Bear therian

Selkie

Ice bear (we bare bears)

Tubbo (maybe)

Snow leopard

Pink

Australian shepherd (pupre)

Cassie (fnaf: ruin)

Draik (neopets)

The rainbow fish

Black kitten + space

Pumpkin head (maybe, needs more research)

Alice in wonderland

Sheep

Someone's OC Avery & siblings

Gothic

Star catcher (MLP)

Masc version of my druid board

Scrooge CG (2009 film)

Beetlejuice

Superstar daycare (fnaf)

1950s + ocean

Pandas + light purple and black

Dandelions

Willy wonka CG (recent movie)

Maki Harukawa (Danganronpa)

Kidcore Halloween + pumpkin puppy Webkinz

Fruit bat

Mermaid

Pastel purple + pandas

Robocar Poli

Brown, lime green and forest green puppy

Weird Barbie CG

Shiny Vaporeon

Where the wild things are

Squid

Dylan (the magic roundabout)

Conner CG (Detroit become human)

Mitsuri kanroji (demon slayer)

Minecraft mooshrooms

Sharks or wolves (haven't decided)

Hot Wheels

Miffy

Fox

Sharks

Zombies

Vincent (dead plate)

Vintage kitty dreaming

Deadpool

Shane CG (stardew valley)

Wolf pup

Celestia and Luna (MLP)

Soft blue and yellow

Pascal (animal crossing)

Pastel blue and pink

Batman CG

Ram

Osamu dazai (bungo stray dogs)

Dylan (the quarry)

Rain/nature + white rabbits

Ox

Penguin + dinosaur

Noah (total drama island)

Vision CG (marvel)

Light blue

Bumble bees + lavender

Yellow + ducks

Bearded vulture

Barn owl

Queen barb (trolls world tour)

Oliver (vocaloid)

Light green light brown and beige

Mind (Chonny Jash/CCCC)

Cinnamoroll + emu otori (project sekai)

Yellow+ chicks and puppy stuffies

Seam CG (deltarune)

Plants vs zombies

Viktor (arcane)

Queen of trash CG (Elmo goes to grouch land)

John Constantine (Justice League Dark)

Aziraphale (good omens)

Scenecore

Musa (winx club)

Leap frog

Hyper feminine puppy

Crow + black cat

Totodile + bodies of water

Bees

Sackboy (Little Big Planet) and or My Melody

Baby crocodile

Animal crossing

Pastel kitten

Doki doki literature club

Keralis (Hermitcraft, maybe)

90s grunge

Tula tones (novi stars)

Eevee + dragons

Kitten + stars

Ratchet (rescue bot academy)

Pastel shark

Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa)

Mushrooms

Grey + Ross federman youtooz

Sparkly dragon

Blue and purple + puppies

Ducks + alt/Gothic lean

Cinnamoroll

Shadow (sonic)

Jellyfish

Boyfriend.xml (Friday night funkin')

Puppet (fnaf)

Golden retriever + yellow and blue

Bernese mountain dog

Strawberries

Genshin impact

Len or Miku

Toothless (httyd)

Eddworld

Donnie (rise of the tmnt)

The princess and the grilled cheese sandwich

Pastel goth princess

SpongeBob

Karako Pierot (hiveswap)

Young Michael Afton

Soft fox

Great pyrenees + farm

Ike eveland

Invader Zim + neon green

Julius Caesar (Octavian, night at the museum, waiting until March for this one)

Scorpion

Vampire squid

Golden retriever (again, lol)

Cats + playing outside

Border Collie

Tiger

Argos CG (World of Mr. Plant) 

Pochacco

Mortal Kombat

marble cross fox/forest/fantasy (I'm figuring this one out still)

Puppy + SpongeBob

characters from Project Sekai, Hoshino Ichika, Mochizuki Honami, Akiyama Mizuki and Kusanagi Nene.

Baby vulture

Frog with more fem themes

Rain world/slugcat

Dark academia/cottagecore

Border Collie

Modded smash hit rooms

Crying child (fnaf)

Agent Smith CG (the matrix)

Katamari

Enjolras (les miserable)

Rolfe DeWolfe CG (Rockafire Explosion)

Bugbo

Slime rancher

Puppet (fnaf)

CosMc's

Parado (Kamen Rider)

Tally hall

Gordon (all engines go)

Spinel (Steven universe)

Cater diamond (twisted wonderland)

Rockabilly (probably)

Felix Lee

Jing yuan CG (Hsr)

Charles Xavier CG (X-Men)

Toki wartooth (metalocalypse)

Naoto Shirogane (persona 4)

Kitoto (I don't know what he's from)

17th century dutch

Sirena von boo (monster high)

Jake (miss peregrines home for peculiar children)

Minecraft

Sees behind trees

Allay (Minecraft, I think)

Spinosaurus screenshots or products

Tecchou (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Barbara (genshin impact)

Tasmanian devil

Spamton CG (deltarune)

Spinosaurus

Grunge + lop eared bunnies

Yume-Nikki

Daxter (jak and daxter)

Madness combat for puppies

James Sunderland (silent Hill)

Shirokuma (Danganronpa)

Leo (IDW comic)

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

22 - Answer’s Gonna Come Somehow

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr / lazyjunebug on twitter. these specific panels are from the digital zine juno posted. go buy and support!!!!! there’s so many phenomenal works in there and it’ll warm your little heart.

cw: n/a :)

Year: 1995

“And what’s that?” Bobby pointed to Dustin’s book.

“That’s a character guide,” Dustin smiled.

“And that?”

“Guide to NPCs.”

“What’s an NPC?”

“Non-playable character,” Dustin chuckled.

“And those?”

“Villains. Bobbs, did you know that your papa is a dungeon master? He knows a lot more about this stuff than I do.”

“Whoa, really!”

“Yes, really.”

“And what’s the game called again?”

“DnD.”

“Got it. Papa!”

Bobby ran from her play room into the living room. Eddie was sitting on the couch, completing the finishing details for the campaign he’d be running later that day. Bobby crashed into the couch and rested her chin on the arm rest. 

“Papa?”

“Hi, pumpkin,” Eddie smiled.

“What’s D-n-D?”

Eddie’s eyes shot open as he looked to his little girl. He set down his pencil and notepad as he slid to his knees. He braced his hands on Bobby’s shoulders and pulled her close.

“Bobby Judas, my sweet, sweet girl. I need to tell you, with every fiber of my being, that this is the best day of my life.”

Bobby smiled proudly as her father whisked her into his lap and explained what he was doing with his latest campaign. She reclined back onto him as she was sucked into the enchanting fantasy world.

“And what’s your character, papa?”

“I was initially a bard, but since becoming dungeon master, I’ve been a vampire—Kas—Vecna’s second lieutenant.”

“What’s daddy?”

“Daddy doesn’t have a character.”

“Why not?”

“I dunno, pumpkin.”

“Daddy!” She yelled.

Steve’s ears rang at his daughter’s shrill shriek echoed throughout the house. He dried his hands on a rouge dish towel and wandered off to find the hell spawn.

“Yes, Bobby?”

“How come you don’t have a DnD character?” she asked.

“Because I don’t play.”

“But why not?”

“I never really understood it.” He shrugged and tussled her hair.

“Hey,” she whined.

“Oh, sorry, bug, I forgot you had hair clips in. Here, let me fix them.” He knelt to her height and unclipped her barrettes, promptly fixing them. “Better?”

“Mhmm.” She kicked her legs, accidentally knocking Eddie’s knees and shins.

“Ow, Bobbs, be careful, please,” Eddie said.

“Sorry, papa. So, do I have a character?”

“You do, actually,” Eddie smiled proudly. “On your first birthday, we threw you a DnD themed party where everyone came dressed as their characters. Since you didn’t have one yet, I made you one.”

“What am I‽” She gasped.

“You, my dear, are a first level Neutral Good Human Paladin.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that you are destined to be the best person you could possibly be. You’re adaptable and take adventure seriously—I noticed all that when you were a baby, and I still stand by it.”

“Papa, can I play with you guys tonight?”

“I can ask the rest of The Party, but there shouldn’t be any issue, pumpkin. Dustin!”

“Yeah?” he hollered back.

“Why’re you still in my daughter’s playroom? Come here, please!”

“What?” He asked, running down the stairs. “Everything okay?”

“No, Henderson, why would you introduce my child to DnD?” Steve asked, hands resting on his hips. “Now it’s two against one,” he teased.

“Ignore him,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “Would you mind if Bee joined us during our campaign tonight?”

“No, not at all. What would she be doing?”

“Well, I’ll start her off as second in command as dungeon master, then when it’s safe enough, we’ll work her in. Does that sound good, Bobbs?”

“Yeah!”

“Wonderful.”

“Does this mean it’s gonna be more tame?”

“Please,” Eddie scoffed, “as if my hell spawn couldn’t handle my sadistic campaign. Who do you think I raised?”

By four o’clock, the entirety of The Party arrived at the Harrington residence for an early dinner, prepared by Steve. The boys (and Bobby) dug in and by five o’clock, the game had started. Eddie lugged Bobby into his lap and leaned back in his masters thrown.

“Bee, you may begin,” he said.

In the deepest, gruffest voice she could muster up, Bobby leaned forward, only eyes peering over the master guide, and she set the scene for the campaign. Her voice changed with each character, however, sputtering a bit whenever she couldn’t pronounce something. Eddie would match whatever voice or tone she was putting on and sound out the words with her.

When Eddie knew it was safe for Bobby’s character to enter, he sat his daughter down in her own chair and set the stage to introduce her. He flipped his locks back and smiled proudly at his little twin.

“As you clear the luscious green hills after conquering the stampede of trolls, you encounter a lone traveler. Human, state your name and class,” Eddie announced.

“I’m Bonnie Priest, a level one, pala… pala… papa, help, please…” She leaned forward in her chair, kicking her legs aimlessly.

“Paladin,” he whispered.

“Level one paladin!” she cheered. “And I’m ready to defeat Vecna!”

Eddie quietly chuckled as he admired his daughter’s spirits. As she continued with her opening speech, he whispered, “that’s my girl.”

Unfortunately, the night came to an end quicker than usual, as Bobby’s bedtime approached faster than most assumed. Steve entered the basement at eight sharp to collect Bobby and get her ready for bed. With much protest, he managed to get Eddie to wrap up the one-shot and persuade the spawn upstairs.

But as soon as Steve scooped her up in his arms, she was dozing off within seconds. Eddie was left to say goodbye to The Party as Steve was doing Bobby’s nighttime routine. When it came to her bedtime story, she refused to sleep until Eddie read to her.

“Pumpkin, you’ve spent all night with papa—I’ve missed you. We usually have our movie and coloring night tonight. Can’t daddy read you a story to make up for it?”

“But papa does voices,” She pouted.

“I can do voices too. What do you want to read? Just tell me what you want, and if you don’t like it, then I’ll get papa, okay?”

“Okay…”

“What do you want to read?”

“Tell Tale Heart.”

“Again?”

“Yes, again…”

“Alright, I’ll grab it.”

While Steve put in a valiant effort, Bobby still demanded to be read to by Eddie. For days to come, Bobby clung to Eddie more than usual, taking a particular interest in his hobbies.

One day, when Steve was stuck at work, Eddie picked Bobby up from school on his own. He sent her into the den to complete her homework—he was over in the next room plucking his guitar and scribbling down new lyrics. When she was finished, she wandered in and sat at Eddie’s feet.

“Hi, pumpkin,” he smiled.

“Can I play?” she asked.

“You can try,” he chuckled. “It may be a bit too big for you, but go for it.”

He handed the acoustic guitar over to her, sitting behind her to hold it and guide her hands. While her strumming was deafening, Eddie still egged her on, not wanting her to give up on any potential hobbies.

“You know, daddy used to sing to you before you were born,” Eddie said.

“Did he?”

“Oh, yeah, it was horrific.”

“Was it?” Bobby giggled.

“No, it wasn’t bad,” Eddie smiled. “God, he has loved you since day one, pumpkin.”

“You didn’t?” she pouted.

“No, of course I did, but… I dunno… I initially never wanted kids, but daddy? He wanted like five of them. He was so excited when he found out I was pregnant. But me? Lord, I was terrified. I love you more than life itself, Bobbs, but I was so, unbelievably scared at first.”

“That’s okay, papa. Babies are scary.”

“Yes, they are,” he laughed.

“Hello?” Steve called, walking through the front door.

“Hi, honey,” Eddie beamed.

“Hi, daddy!” Bobby cheered, storming the door and attacking him with hugs.

“Oh, bug, it’s only been like eight hours,” he chuckled.

“I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too, pumpkin. What’re you doing? Playing guitar with papa?”

“Mhmm!”

“Learn anything?”

“Not yet.”

“But she’s getting there,” Eddie added. “Just a little more practice and she’ll be a pro.”

The family went about their evening as normal, ending with the boys putting Bobby to bed with a story of her choosing. Once she was sound asleep, they headed back downstairs to tidy up before hitting the hay themselves. As Steve washed the dishes, and Eddie scrubbed the counters, Steve let out a heavy sigh.

“Hey, Eds?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think… have you noticed… uh…”

“Uh? What’s wrong, Stevie?”

“Do you think Bee’s been a bit, I dunno… off lately?”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s just been bouncing from hobby to hobby. A lot more than most kids her age do.”

“So? She’s just curious.”

“No, Eds, what I’m…” Steve trailed off.

“What?”

“I think she has either ADHD or ADD…”

“Why do you say that?”

“Think about it, Eddie. Her grades have been slipping a bit, she had that weird stint with a temper last year, and now she’s trying to take on a million new hobbies at once. Her brain is going a million miles a minute.“

“So? I was that same way when I was a kid.”

“And you graduated high school three years late.”

“Yeah, alright, you make a good point,” he sighed. “What do you want to do about it?”

“I think we should take her to see someone… or at least start with talking to her teachers to see how she’s focusing and participating in class.”

“If you think it’s necessary, then I say let’s go for it. After all, this is your line of work.”

“Sorta.”

“Closer than mine,” Eddie shrugged. “But, Stevie, even if she has ADHD, would you really want her to be on medication so young? I mean, she’s barely seven.”

“I mean, kids can start taking small doses of medication as young as six. There’s a lot of research in this. I think it would be more beneficial to treat her and hopefully benefit her in the long run than to keep her off it.”

“If you say so…”

Several weeks passed and after a lot of conversation with several professionals, Bobby was eventually diagnosed with combined type ADHD. To accommodate both the boy’s wishes, she was initially placed in both behavioral therapy to try and gain control over some of her outbursts, then if that failed, they’d move on to medication.

Bobby wasn’t taking the treatment as well as they boys had hoped. She always threw a fit whenever they brought her in for her weekly appointments. She said that she felt like an outcast—a freak—and that was the last thing Eddie wanted for her.

Steve tried explaining that it was totally normal for some kids needing extra help in school, but she wouldn’t hear any of it. Instead, she barely spoke or even participated in her treatment sessions, so the boys were left with no choice but to start medication.

“I hate this,” Eddie sighed. “I really, really hoped she wouldn’t get any of my bad traits.”

“Bad traits? Ed, honey, it’s not a ‘bad trait’… she just learns a bit differently than others, and that’s okay. It’s normal.”

“She said she feels like a freak, Steve,” he teared up. “I grew up as the freak. Hell, even you, my own husband, used to call me a freak. I never wanted that for her.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a freak, Ed. Hell, I was labeled a ‘King’, and now I’m nothing but a lowly social worker. But you? Eds, you have albums out, you open for huge bands, and you’ve been on tour. There’s worse things to be than a ‘freak’.”

“I guess so,” he sighed. “I just know the feeling and it sucks. Kids are so mean. I just hope no one’s being mean to her at her new school.”

“If they are, then we pull her completely and just home-school her. At least that way you’ll be able to tour again,” Steve teased.

“Pfft, please. I’d rather her stay in school.”

“Why?”

“So she gets socialized and makes friends. At her age, it’s more important than traveling.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Steve took a sip of his coffee before glancing at the time and choking on his gulp. “Shit, we haven’t gotten her up yet. She’s gonna be late.”

“Fuck, I’ll get her. You start breakfast. Go, team, go!”

[buckybarnesb-tch]

OmegaVerse Nicknames for Designations

Alpha’s

•Sweetheart

•Prince Charming

•Bae

•Muffin

•Cutie Pie

•Baby Cakes

•Cinnamon Roll

•Sexy

•Daddy

•Casanova

•Hottie

•Hot Stuff

•Hercules

•Heart Stopper

•Pup

•Tiger

•Sugar

•Mi Amore

•Viking

•Pooh Bear

Beta’s

•Baby Boy

•Babe

•Amore

•Romeo

•My Love

•Treasure

•Beloved

•Lover Boy

•Love Bug

•Sweetie

•Sweet Cheeks

•Honey Bun

•Doll

•Dumpling

•Sweet Thang

•Cupcake

•Stud Muffin

•Fire Cracker

Omega’s

•Princess

•Precious

•Little One

•Butter Cup

•Angel

•Baby Doll

•Mi Corazon

•Darling

•Gorgeous

•Bunny

•Kitten/Kitty

•Sweetness

•Angel Eyes

•Sweet Pea

•Sugar

•Rose Bud

•Sun Shine

•Button

•Peach

•Pumpkin

•Dove

•Bambi

•Little Lamb

•Pet

•Honey Bee

[pttwice]

banana pancakes (pt. 1)

|| littleautistic!jihyo, cg!jeongmi / littleautistic!jihyo au / non-idol au ||

In every sense of the term, Jihyo is a summer baby. Summer means lighter clothes, almost always no pants, and semi-comfortable shorts if absolutely necessary. Summer also means that Jihyo can play golf or watch golf if she isn’t feeling big enough.

Summer is also much easier for Jeongyeon and Mina. They don’t have to bribe their baby to put pants on and all of Hyo’s favorite foods are in season. Summer for the caregivers also provides more opportunities for activities they can do together.

As the light began to peek through the light-yellow curtains in Jihyo’s room, she rolled over to face the welcoming warmth of the sun’s rays. It was just past 6:30 in the morning, Hyo’s usual summer wake-up time, when she sat up in her crib. She kept her eyes closed to allow the sun to gradually wake her up.

Her hands lightly bumped against the pacifier tucked securely between her lips as she rubbed her eyes. The pacifier — one of her favorites clipped to her onesie adorned with pastel images of elephants and giraffes — was connected to a yellow ribbon, dotted with small baby blue stars. The pacifier itself was a pastel yellow and adorned with little bumble bees.

Hyo brought her hands back down to rest on the worn elephant stuffy in her lap, Mr. Trunks, as she looked around her room, attempting to wake up. Her big girl bed was nicely made and sat in the center of the room. To the right of her bed was her closet where all her clothes were neatly hung up and folded. To the left was Hyo’s favorite part of the room.

A cedarwood rocking chair tucked beside a house-shaped bookcase completed the room. On the back of the rocking chair, one of Hyo’s many blankets were draped. It never left the chair, always ready to be wrapped around her for story time. The bookcase was an organized chaos filled with her books both big and little.

Being the resourceful and crafty woman she was, Jeongyeon built the bookshelf for her baby as a Christmas gift since the old bookcase couldn’t hold the ever-growing collection of books. When she first saw the new bookcase in her room, Hyo had a meltdown. She couldn’t believe that the old one was gone and for weeks, she refused to go anywhere near it. In hindsight, it was a major change for the poor little. Eventually, though, Hyo grew to love it even more than the old bookcase.

By the time Jihyo had fully woken up, Mina had just started to stir. She knew she couldn’t ignore the sun trying to wake her up or the soft coos of her baby over the baby monitor forever. As per her usual weekend morning routine, Mina slipped out of bed and stretched upwards. She grabbed her turquoise robe from the back of the bedroom door and draped it around herself before she quietly headed out to the kitchen, careful not to wake Jeongyeon up.

In the kitchen, she started the coffee pot — always prepared the night before — and grabbed one of Jihyo’s bottles out of the fridge. She pulled a small pot out from one of the cabinets beside sink and filled it up halfway. She set the burner to a low heat so the water would be just right by the time she came back with Hyo.

Hyo was eager to start her day as she sat in her crib, patiently waiting for her mommy. When she heard the doorknob turn and saw the door slowly open, she pulled herself up to stand. She welcomed the swish of the door against the carpet in her room and flashed her mommy a toothy grin, her pacifier still securely in her mouth. Mina returned her baby’s smile and stood in front of her, the bars of the crib being the only thing separating them.

“Did you sleep well, pumpkin?” A small chuckle fell from Mina’s lips as she brushed her fingers through Hyo’s bedhead. Mina’s question was answered with a little bounce and a happy, muffled babble. Hyo reached her arms out in front of herself, ready to finally be held.

With practiced ease, Mina walked to the side of Hyo’s crib and slid the bars down. She scooped her baby up and settled her on her hip.

Mina walked over to the changing table and laid Hyo down, handing her a bumblebee shaped teether to distract her while she quickly and gently changed her diaper. Once she finished, Mina picked her baby back up and made her way into the kitchen for breakfast.

Not even needing to look at the pot or bottle, Mina kept her soft gaze on her baby as she set the bottle in the water to heat it up. She sat Jihyo down in her highchair, making sure she was buckled in before grabbing the box of Cheerios on top of the fridge. Mina dumped a few Cheerios out onto Hyo’s tray before she poured a bowl for herself.

Once the bottle was warm enough, Mina took the bottle out and dumped the water out of the pot of the pot, setting it in the drying rack to be put away later. She set Hyo’s bottle to the side to cool down for a moment and grabbed the jug of milk out of the fridge to pour into her cereal.

Mina put the milk jug away and turned around with her cereal and Hyo’s bottle in hand, a soft smile making its way to her lips. As usual, Hyo was busy lining her Cheerios up one-by-one into neat rows before she started to eat them. Hyo reached out for her bottle of honey and cinnamon spiced milk and latched onto the nipple to take a sip before she popped a Cheerio into her mouth.

For almost 15 minutes, all that filled the room was the sound of Hyo’s happy hums and chewing from both. It was moments like this that Mina didn’t really mind waking up early. Seeing her baby happy and fed was well worth an early breakfast.

Mina sat back in her chair and took a long sip from her coffee as Jihyo finished the last Cheerio on her tray. Mina left her coffee as she unbuckled her baby and gently pulled her out of her highchair. She quietly hummed under her breath as she walked back to Hyo’s room, hoping she could convince her baby into a comfy pair of shorts since they were going out today. If it was up to Hyo, she’d go out in nothing but a diaper and a comfy shirt. Unfortunately, it was not up to her.

“Do you think we can get you into a softy shirt and your yellow shorts, sweet girl?”

At the mention of a softy shirt, Hyo had a little smile, but the instant she heard the word ‘shorts’, a deep frown formed on her face. Hyo whined a little and tucked her face into her mommy’s neck. It wasn’t fair that she had to wear shorts. It wasn’t like her bottom was completely naked or something.

Ever the patient mommy, Mina took her time getting Hyo’s other clothes out. She pulled out the yellow shorts and Hyo’s favorite bumblebee shirt from her dresser. Socks and shoes would be a different battle that Jeongyeon could deal with.

Once Hyo’s clothes were laid out on her bed, Mina sat Hyo down. She carefully untucked her baby from her neck and gave her a reassuring smile. “If we get your shorts on, then we can get mama up, pumpkin.”

Now, Hyo wasn’t usually one to easily fall for a bribe. Jeongyeon always talked about how Hyo was too smart, but sometimes, she could be convinced. And Hyo has never been one to say ‘no’ to waking her mama up.

With a hesitant nod, Hyo let go of her tight grip on her mommy’s shirt. Mina gently took Hyo’s onesie off and slipped her shirt over her head. She expected more protest from her baby as she put the shorts on, despite their agreement, but she was pleasantly surprised when she was instead met with a brief whine.

Once her shorts and shirt were on, Mina picked Hyo up and carried her into the hallway bathroom to brush her teeth. Thankfully, Hyo liked having her teeth brushed. She liked the fruity flavor of the toothpaste and the way the soft bristles felt against her gums.

Mina gave her bottom a light pat to make sure she was still dry before she carried her in to wake her mama up. Jeongyeon was still fast asleep as Mina gently opened and shut the door. She set Hyo down on the bed in the empty space beside the sleeping woman and walked into their en-suite bathroom. Hyo let out a happy squeak as she crawled up to her mama. She got as close as she could without touching her mama’s face with her own and rested her chin on Jeongyeon’s chest.

Jeongyeon stirred slightly at the sudden weight on her chest but kept her eyes closed, determined to get a few more seconds of sleep. Hyo smacked her lips together a few times, hoping the noise would wake her mama up, but Jeongyeon’s eyes stayed shut. A couple seconds passed before Hyo reached her hand up to gently tug Jeongyeon’s hair.

The slight pressure on her scalp from Hyo’s tugging was just enough for Jeongyeon to slowly open her eyes. At first, she thought it was Mina trying to wake her up. Usually, Hyo’s wake-up calls weren’t so gentle and forgiving.

As Jeongyeon’s vision focused on the face looking up at her, a still sleepy smile formed on her lips. “Good morning, pumpkin. Did you sleep well?” Jeongyeon’s voice was gravely with sleep as she slowly pushed herself up to lean against the headboard. Hyo adjusted herself accordingly and sat on her mama’s lap. She babbled and stimmed by gently pressing her fingers against her mama’s. Jeongyeon took her time waking up and nodded or gave Hyo a small hum to let her baby know she was listening — even though she didn’t really know what she was saying.

Jeongyeon was almost fully awake by the time Mina emerged from the bathroom. It had only been 10 minutes since she had gone in to get herself ready, but to Hyo, it felt like an eternity. Mina softly chuckled as she sat down on the edge of the bed. She gently picked Hyo up before her baby crawled off the bed trying to get to her mommy and turned her around to sit in between herself and Jeongyeon.

“Do you think you can use your big girl words to tell us what you’d like to do today, sweet girl?” Hyo took a moment to think about her mommy’s question. Big girl words were hard sometimes, but she felt good enough today and just big enough to use them for a little bit.

Hyo looked up at her mamas before she nodded and spoke. “Wan’ golf.”

“Do you want to watch golf, or play golf?” Jeongyeon knew the answer, but she wanted to make sure that her baby made the decision for the day’s activity.

“No p’ay, thank you.” Hyo smiled and cuddled further in between her mamas, eager to get outside and watch people play her favorite game in the entire world.

Aside from learning about drinks and reading webtoons, golf is Hyo’s favorite. It’s something she can play if she’s feeling big enough and something she can watch if she isn’t. Since today turned out to be a watch day, Hyo’s mamas hoped that she’d be okay just watching people at the driving range instead of the 18-hole course since that meant they didn't have to move around to each hole.

Since this is quite a long one, I'm splitting the first au in the series into two parts! Part two will be out soon and I hope you enjoyed reading this first part. I'm really excited to share with yall my ideas about little autistic!jihyo in this au world! :)