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the-rest-of-what-remains · 5 months

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What type of did does Icyrain have? Like, are his alters different people or more aspects of his personality? also, do they have names? Is Icyrain the host or just the collective name they all go by?

Icyrain's DID is very heavily based on my own DID, so I can't really tell you if it's a specific type or not, but below the read more is all the information about him, how he developed DID, and his alters! And this is the reference for how they all view themselves. While fronting in the dark forest, you can occasionally see flashes of their faces, especially when they're emotional. Only First Star feels dysmorphic about being in Icyrain's shape, but that's because he's used to being giant and having horns. Paws has issues walking when fronting because them paws too big.

Icyrain was victim to "kitten snatching", a tactic that started when numbers became scarce in Huntclan. Originated by Ravenstar (and even the tactic used to get Midnightstar, his son), warriors were encouraged to find romance outside of the clan and then kill the partner to take the kits. Sometimes though, they'd find single parents out on the territory to steal from instead. His mother was killed, and he was brought to Huntclan as an orphan at only a moon old. He was cared for only as an asset to train, and he developed DID to protect himself from the rigorous repeated abuse he faced during his "apprenticeship". He's the host and most of the time he's fronting unless something triggers one of his alters to front.

Iris was the first alter to split, being an introject based on distant memories of his mother before he forgot. She's an ideal caretaker, gentle but informative with a natural talent for medicine. Iris cared for the kits until they were big enough because Icyrain had this intense fear of accidentally hurting them. She has the best connection with Icyrain, causing the least amnesia when she switches in. She's often trying to co-front in some amount like a mom watching her kitten play.

First Star split during the intense training sessions he was forced to endure. Based off the idea of the very first leader, a dream Icyrain had frequently about a kind and just but immensely powerful leader. First Star is methodical and skilled in combat but has a very strong moral compass and often polices other alters to ensure they don't lose sight in their morals. He's not very good with words, remaining stoic and aloof. He believes very strongly that there is good in the world.

Paws was split during a very confusing time in Icyrain's life. He had for the most part been able to avoid confronting the situation through dissociation, but to remain unaware of it while trying to raise children wouldn't be ideal. In an effort to not lose that innocence when Icyrain began to confront everything, Paws formed. He's goofy in all the ways that Icyrain lost, obsessed with species of bugs and especially ants. The rest of the system works to protect him, so he doesn't front very often. Think of bug like a representation of the childhood Icyrain lost, able to be protected and cared for despite everything.

Softnight split when Icyrain became tasked with more and more things. He was almost always alone, doing menial or intense work, dissociating during it. Softnight formed to deal with them, working long into the night without much of a word. She's selectively mute and sensitive to noise. She was absolutely thrilled to learn pawspeak, like a part of her had been missing without it. She's unfortunately the least connected with Icyrain, and he has absolutely no memories of what she does.

Icyrain has no word for what he experiences, simply referring to the voices that seemed to stick out from his own thoughts as his "thinking buddies". The body is collectively referred to as Icyrain during life, but in the afterlife, things get a little weird. While they can never separate from him as all part of the same soul, fronting alters can influence the appearance of the soul now that they're not bound to a real body. Quartzpaw and Opalglow learn their names to go along with the flashes of their faces after the initial fright. Lots of "ooooh, that makes sense now" ensues. Opalglow has a bit of a harder time understanding it because she relies on Icyrain emotionally and it makes her distressed when he's not there. Being able to communicate properly helps though, and it does comfort her that she now knows that Icyrain wasn't changing his personality on her on purpose, it was just his alters fronting. Softnight and Opalglow get along. Quartzpaw doesn't notice at all, all of these alters helped raise her, they're all fun playmates. She thinks First star is the coolest guy ever because he's so good at dueling, but he monologues too much before remembering Quartzpaw is deaf. She thinks it's funny to watch him blabber and then look mortified when he remembers.

They're ultimately parts of Icyrain that formed to protect him, and the idea of separating themselves from him make them all deeply uncomfortable. Now that Icyrain doesn't need as intense protection, they're able to both discover themselves and turn their attention to protecting Paws.

#long post #remnantask #clangen #warrior cats #warriors #wcs #Icyrain #Iris #First star #Paws #Softnight

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fcb-mv33 · 10 months

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No how in the fuck am I meant to be normal about Max Verstappen??? Cat dad, girl dad, golden bou son, hugs with his whole heart, he’s a mamas boy, a cutie pie, baby girl, daddy???

Like the man can do it all😭😭the perfect man exists and it IS Max Emilian Verstappen

#obsessed over this man #max verstappen #rambles

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scarletackrmn · 6 months

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what got you into jondami?

I apologize in advance for the long answer! and thank you for the ask! I think this is the first one I’ve ever gotten!

My wife and I about a year ago really got into the DC animated movie universe, like Son of Batman and Batman vs Robin, all those movies thats link up and end with Apokolips War (god that movie was depressing). We really were drawn to Damian as a character, so we mostly just watched the ones with him in it. (and my wife’s ever growing Nightwing crush from childhood has reemerged)

I think she started seeing comic stuff about him online, so we started looking into and buying comics with Damian in it, and then we discovered the Supersons, and everything Jon Kent, so we started loving that little ball of sunshine too. and We then got really obsessed with finding everything and anything comics that has either one of them or both of them. We really noticed how their friendship and chemistry just really worked, and when we saw Jon and Jay get together, obviously we don’t care about who Jon dates, baby bou deserves to be happy and love who he wants, but we didn’t really like how they got together and it sort of just clicked in that we liked Damian for him better, as besties and as a ship.

and Then I got back onto my Tumblr and fell into Damijon famart hell, and batfam posts, and her finding stuff on her insta, and now its one of our favorite DC ships. and we have spent so much money on comics with both of them in it, its really bad. But thats pretty much the story!

(and its Tumblr’s fault we now are really into Timkon.)

#damijon #jondami #damian wayne #jon kent #jonathan kent #superboy #dc robin #robin #supersons #batfamily #dc universe #batfam #dc comics #timkon #dc tim drake #conner kent

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furious-blueberry0 · 7 months

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I have to say, I love the idea of the Clones slowly creating their own culture by interacting with their trainers on Kamino, with their Jedi Generals during the war and by just talking with the people they save from the Seppies, instead of just using the Mandalorian culture of Jango.

Don’t get me wrong, I really like when authors integrate Mando things in fanfictions or fanarts, I basically learned Mandalorian by how many fanfictions I read with it in it.

But at the same time the idea of a Clone unique culture is more appealing, and I really wish fancreators would toy with it more, it has so many possibilities!

Imagine:

A Twi’lek trainer is in charge of a class of cadets, he is an ex-bounty hunter who can’t stand his old job anymore, not after one of his failed assignments killed his son for revenge.

And now he is here, on a secret planet, being tasked to train little perfect child soldiers, who look at him with such wide and curious eyes just like his boy. But his mind is plagued by the sight of his son’s body, and the last conversation he had with him: the meaning of the Kalikori.

It always felt like a cruel destiny that the last thing he would talk to his son about was the Totem of his family history, where there were also his parents and his wife's deaths depicted on it.

And now his boy too.

It was on the day of his Death Anniversary that he had this conversation again, but with a different boy this time. A cadet had come to search for him, because he was late for the morning lesson, unaware that his trainer had drunk so much that he could barely stand on his feet, let alone teach.

And it was probably because of his drunken state that he decided to just talk to this boy, identical to all the others, with no real name, that possessed nothing but the clothes on his back, his brothers and the knowledge that was taught to him, knowledge about war and nothing else.

And so he talked to him, and gave him the last lesson he would ever teach on that planet, a lesson not about war but love:

He talked about the Kalikori, about its meaning, how it works and why it is made.

Every time he indicates a segment he talks about what it represents: his marriage, the birth of his son, his first job as a bounty hunter, the death of his parents, the death of his wife’s parents and so on… until his finger lands on the last one, his son's death.

“It’s a way to remember your loved ones” he says, looking into the dark and curious eyes of the cadet, so so similar to his eyes.

“so that even if you’re gone, if no one who knew them is still alive, whoever will see this, they’ll know that they must have been special to someone, and that they were loved, like nothing else in this universe. It’s a testament of your love for them, eyan bou. So that they may be remembered until the stars break.”

He was never seen again.

Some say that Jango himself threw him out of the planet after discovering his drinking tendencies, some say he just leaved on his own because he missed his home.

But there is a story of an older cadet who saw him on the platform outside, standing on the limit, looking at the waves below, and the moment the cadet looked away, and then turned back to the trainer… he was nowhere to be seen.

All his things were thrown away, including the Kalikori, and then a new trainer replaced him just a few days after, and everybody forgot about him.

But not the little cadet, he remembered his last lesson, and so he talked about it to his batchmates, and they talked about it to their friends, and by the time of the start of the war every single clone knew about it, about the testament of love, the one used to make the memory of your loved ones eternal.

After the start of the war this knowledge transformed itself into something new: in the little side pouch of every clone there was now a beaded cord, and on every bead there was a different drawing, sometimes a number, sometimes the initial of a name, or a symbol.

No cord was ever left behind, there were multiple clones who risked their life or lost it to retrieve it, to bring on the memory of their brothers. Some symbols were familiar to them, and some were not, some were for the soldiers who died by their side, and some were for those who never got out of Kamino, clones that no one cared about and were taught to forget they ever existed, but they just couldn’t.

It was not rare to have cords full of strangers, or to attach your own cord to that of a fallen Vod, or to have more than one bead dedicated to the same clone.

And it was not rare to die surrounded by droids while clutching the cord, and not the blaster, because the presence of those fallen brothers just made them feel safer and more invincible than any weapon they could ever have.

#I JUST THINK IT WOULD BE COOL OKAY!#AND THIS IS JUST ONE RANDOM IDEA GUYS!!! THINK ABOUT THE INFINITE POSSIBILITIES THIS HAS!!!#Also “eyan bou” means “young one” in Twi'leki #I thought it was sweet and decided to include it #I may add more new ideas if I get them #If you have some pls write them!!#I'm so so curious about what others think #star wars #clone wars #clone troopers #star wars clone wars

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homomenhommes · 1 month

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saga: SOUMISSION / DOMINATION 159

Emma, Théo

Avec l'autorisation de Marc, deux jours après notre retour, je vais passer 24 h avec Emma.

Le bip du portail marche toujours et je rentre direct ma SLS dans le garage. Je pénètre dans la maison par les cuisines, au passage je claque un bisou sur la joue fripée de la vieille cuisinière en lui disant que sa cuisine sentait bon, ce qui me vaut une réprimande (affectueuse) de sa part et file vers le salon chercher Emma. Je la cherche, jusqu'à ce que son majordome m'indique la piscine.

Je l'y retrouve en train de faire des longueurs. Je me mets nu en quelques secondes (il va falloir que je laisse quelques maillots de bain sur place) et plonge la rejoindre.

J'émerge juste devant elle. Elle me rentre dedans et je la prend dans mes bras. Elle s'enroule autour de moi et nous nous embrassons furieusement. Sa langue se bat avec la mienne pendant que ses jambes viennent ceindre ma taille.

Je réagis instantanément et bande comme un malade. Comme elle s'accroche à moi, de mes mains libres je lui défais le haut. Les pointes dures de ses seins viennent s'écraser contre mes pecs. Je glisse mes mains sous ses fesses et écarte le tissu. Mes doigts prennent possession de sa chatte. Elle est brulante et trempée. Ma verge raide trouve sans problème le passage aidée en cela par les mouvements de bassin d'Emma. Je m'enfonce sans trouver de résistance. Emma me lâche les lèvres et la tête en arrière exprime son contentement. Avant que mes va et vient n'aient complètement remplacé son lubrifiant naturel par l'eau de la piscine, je nous en sors faisant attention de ne pas glisser dans l'escalier.

Je la porte sur ma bite jusqu'à une méridienne et la pose sur le dos. Je reprends alors le limage de sa chatte. Prenant bien soin de lui écraser le clito à chaque pénétration, je lui arrache un premier orgasme. J'enchaîne, relevant ses jambes contre mon torse, je change de trou et me mets à lui limer l'oignon. Sans autre lubrifiant que celui déposé sur ma queue lors de mon passage dans son vagin, je suis bien serré par son anus. C'est trop, trop bon ! Pour elle aussi, c'est bon. Elle ne peut retenir ses gémissements et de les entendre, cela m'excite encore plus. Donc j'y vais plus fort, ce qui renforce son plaisir. Je pose mes mains sur ses seins et joue quelques instants avec ses tétons, le deuxième orgasme arrive et il m'aurait presque fait sortir d'Emma. Ses jambes contractées me repoussaient.

Comme je n'avais toujours pas juté, j'ai repris mes va et vient. Fatigué de la position, je l'ai prise dans mes bras et suis parti me coucher sur le carrelage (chauffage au sol, il n'est pas froid ...pour les techniciens !). Elle m'a alors chevauché jusqu'à ce que j'explose en elle puis s'est affalée sur moi sans retirer mon sexe de son trou. Je l'ai laissé reprendre ses esprits tout en lui caressant le dos.

Une bonne douche commune plus tard et vêtus décemment, nous sommes retournés à la civilisation, en l'occurrence le déjeuner.

Alors que je lui raconte La Dominique, expurgée de la partie location de sexe, ce qui en fait se résume à pas grand chose d'autre que " farnienté " et bronzette, je lui dis soudain qu'à mon prochain passage je laisserais quelques maillots de bain. Elle me redemande quelle taille je fais chez Ausssiebum et me dit qu'elle m'en achètera par internet.

J'avais mis à l'oreille son dernier cadeau (le pendentif en émeraude) qui ressortait bien sur ma peau halée, elle m'en a d'ailleurs fait le compliment, tout comme de la marque de mon bronzage. Elle m'a avoué que mon petit cul blanc était franchement un appel au viol.

Après un début d'après midi consacré aux affaires (remise à niveau de mes connaissance de sa boite et des dernières décisions la concernant), nous avons remis cela. En fin d'exposé, comme sa présence à mes cotés me rendait bandé, je me suis glissé à ses pieds. Je lui ai écarté les cuisses et rapproché ses fesses du bord du fauteuil. Ma tête sous sa jupe je lui ai ventousé sa chatte avec ma bouche par dessus le fin voile de sa culotte. J'ai été récompensé par un claquement de ses cuisses sur mes oreilles ! Par précaution, mes mains à l'intérieur de ses cuisses pour les tenir écartées et éviter la répétition, j"ai salivé pour coller le tissu à ses lèvres. A coups de langue j'ai même réussi à l'insinuer entre les grandes lèvres et à le coller au clitoris. Là, j'ai du mettre mes épaules en travers de ses cuisses pour qu'elle ne m'écrase pas la tête !

Je suis sorti de sous le bureau, l'ai rejointe et levée de son fauteuil, puis je l'ai pliée les seins sur ses papiers, j'a troussé sa jupe sur ses reins, baissé sa culotte et j'ai enfourné ma queue. Wou que c'est bon ! même si ce sera encore meilleur quand je serais dans son cul.je fais trembler son lourd bureau par mes coups de rein répétés. Je la fourre jusqu'à ressentir ses contractions vaginales, là seulement je passe au trou du dessus. Ok, un cul c'est vraiment meilleur. Beaucoup plus serré et nerveux, moins baveux aussi, je prend plus de plaisir à la sodomiser. Elle le sait et me laisse faire. Elle même prend aussi du plaisir à la chose. Je l'encule grave, sans retenue je me laisse aller à de grands coups de reins qui me font la limer sur toute ma longueur. J'explose en me fixant tout au fond de son cul. le plaisir m'a anéanti quelques instants et je reprend pied assis dans son fauteuil alors qu'elle réajuste sa jupe. Je range le matériel et ferme les boutons de mon jeans.

Nous passerons la soirée au restaurant avec les parents de Pierre (amis communs). J'aurais alors des nouvelles de mon ex partenaire sexuel et de son " mari ". Il excelle à l'école d'Archi et son mec est très content de son cursus.

Nous nous quittons le lendemain matin non sans avoir fait l'amour encore deux fois (le soir avant de s'endormir et le matin au réveil).

Je me presse car en début d'après midi je dois retrouver Théo. Ed m'a convaincu de laisser Samir assurer son déplacement pour que je m'occupe de Théo son frère. Je me suis laissé faire. Faut dire que le ptit Théo est loin de me laisser de marbre. Il correspond tout à fait à mes critères pour être l'actif de la situation. Petit, fin, hanches étroites et imberbe bien que très formé sexuellement (19cm !), tout ce qui assure mon plaisir de dominant.

Nous laissons Ed partir avec Samir et Théo me fait entrer dans la maison. Nous croisons le personnel. Je lui fais la remarque qu'ils risquent de cafter à ses parents sur ses fréquentations. Il me dit de ne pas m'inquiéter, il en sait sur eux suffisamment pour qu'ils se taisent.

J'entre pour la première fois dans sa chambre. 30m² minimum, un coin lit avec un deux places de bonne dimension et le reste installé en salon de TV/jeux vidéo et un coin bureau. Le tout sobre sans affiches débiles sur les murs.

Il lance un film sur le grand écran. On y voit un tas de mecs se sucer, s'enculer... Théo me dit, " là, tu vois ? je voudrais que tu me fasses cela " en me montrant plusieurs positions de sodomie. Puis il se jette dans mes bras pour me rouler un patin. Je fond ! Je le laisse me dévêtir alors qu'il se met nu en deux secondes. Il me pousse et me fait tomber dos sur son lit. Il écarte mes pieds encore au sol et s'agenouille entre pour venir me pomper. Il a encore fait des progrès et me suce presque aussi bien que Jimmy. Je le questionne sur sa pratique. Il me sort un gode qu'il a pris soin de choisir de mes dimensions et me précise qu'il s'y est acharné dessus tous les soirs jusqu'à réussir à le prendre en gorge. Cela dit il replonge pour me faire profiter de son expérience nouvelle. J'apprécie effectivement de limer ses amygdales avec la couronne de mon gland. Seul, il a appris à maitriser les réflexes de renvoi lorsque le gland touche puis dépasse la glotte. Il enfonce ma bite dans sa bouche et joue à me faire passer dans un sens puis l'autre cette barrière. Quand mon gland stationne dans sa gorge, il déglutit naturellement ce qui m'excite encore plus. Je suis obligé de lui prendre les épaules pour calmer le jeu. Je le fais grimper sur moi à l'envers. Comme cela il est dans le bon sens pour me sucer pendant que je peux de mon coté lui préparer l'oignon. A grand coups de langue je dépose une bonne couche de salive sur son petit trou. S'il s'est entrainé coté gorge, cela ne me semble pas être le cas à l'autre extrémité de son tube digestif. ;Lors d'une pose, il me dit que coté cul, il n'avait pas utilisé son nouveau jouet afin d'être bien serré pour moi. Je repars à l'assaut de son anus et à force de léchage et doigtage, j'arrive à le détendre suffisamment pour envisager une investigation par ma queue. Il l'a bien senti lui aussi et s'est retourné sur moi. Un genou de chaque coté de mes hanches, ma queue droite contre ses fesses, il me roule une pelle. Son cul semble doué de sa propre vie et sans décoller ses lèvres des miennes, il bouge son boule jusqu'à ce que mon gland se pose sur sa rosette. Là, il donne un petit coup de rein et enfonce mon gland dedans. Hargg ! que c'est bon !! Je le laisse gérer et petit à petit, il s'enfonce jusqu'à poser ses fesses sur mes cuisses. Tout comme son frère il fait de l'équitation et cela se sent dans sa maitrise des va et vient. Il se redresse en prenant appui sur mes pecs et galope sur ma bite. je vois sur son visage qu'il aime ça ce petit salaud !

Je reprend les choses en main. Je me redresse, le prend dans mes bras et bascule. Il se retrouve le dos sur son lit et moi au dessus de lui. Je ramène ses jambes à mon cou et là, je donne la pleine mesure de mon envie. Je le lime sur toute la longueur de ma queue, la faisant sortir complètement avant de la lui remettre dedans jusqu'aux couilles. Il gémit qu'il adore ma bite, que c'est la seule qui lui fera du bien etc. (va falloir qu'on en reparle plus tard !) en attendant, il attire ma tête vers la sienne et nous revoilà partis dans un patin. Il me rappelle une des positions qu'il voulait essayer. J'explique : moi debout, lui planté sur ma bite ses jambes autour de ma taille, le dos collé à un mur. Je m'exécute et je le plaque contre un mur. Dans cette position, je lui mets un maximum de ma queue et il serre les jambes le plu haut possible pour ne pas laisser un seul mm de ma bite en dehors de lui. Heureusement que c'est un poids plume. C'est le genre de chose que je fais encore avec Jimmy lui aussi dans la même catégorie de poids. Je le fais sauter quelques minutes sur mon pieu puis je le pose sur son bureau. Mes mains sur ses épaules pour le plaquer au plateau, ses jambes relevées qu'il maintient au niveau de ses genoux, Les fesses au bord, je l'encule en le regardant bien dans les yeux. il ne baisse pas son regard et je vois dedans son plaisir arriver.

J'accélère le rythme et nous nous envoyons en l'air. Je me plante une dernière fois a fond de son cul et y déverse ma production de semence. Lui, éjacule su son ventre et jusque sur son visage. Je ramasse son sperme avec ma langue et viens lui déposer dans sa bouche avant que nous nous roulions une pelle une peu grasse. Il suce ma langue comme si c'était ma bite. Je suis sur qu'il a avalé la majeur partie de son jus ! à l'autre bout, je débande et ma bite glisse doucement hors de son trou. Je sens qu'il le resserre au fur et à mesure de ma diminution de volume. Quand je sors enfin, pas une trace suspecte n'accompagne ma bite. ;Nous rejoignons le lit où moi sur le dos récupère alors que Théo vient se coucher sur moi la tête sur mes pecs. D'une main je lui caresse le dos alors que l'autre repose sur sa tête. Dans le lointain, nous parvient les halètement des acteurs porno qui arrivent aussi à leur fin.

Un bon 1/4 d'heure plus tard, je décide d'éclaircir plusieurs choses. Tout d'abord je dois réfréner cet " amour " naissant. Je lui dis que je suis déjà avec quelqu'un, réponse : il s'en fout ! Que cette personne, je l'aime, réponse : lui aussi il m'aime. Que ma vie passe plus à baiser avec tout ce qui bouge plutôt que de bosser derrière un bureau, réponse : il n'est pas jaloux. En désespoir de cause, je lui montre la facette la plus noire de moi et je lui dis que les ptits jeunes comme lui, je les loues à de vieux messieurs libidineux à grosses bites, réponse : si tu veux que je fasse partie de ton écurie, je le ferais !

Il a réponse à tout ce gamin !! En attendant pas question de laisser mes clients habituels poser leurs mains sur lui ! à la rigueur je l'offrirais à Marc qui aime bien aussi ce genre de " crevette ".

Je le traite de fou. Je lui dis que s'il était tomber sur un tordu, il serait déjà en train de faire le tapin. Il me répond qu'il s'en fout puisqu'il est tombé sur moi ! logique imparable !!

Nous n'avons pas vu le temps passer et c'est Ed qui vient nous prévenir que leurs parents ne vont plus tarder à passer par la maison et venir voir si leurs progénitures n'ont besoin de rien. Nous nous rhabillons vite fait et je les quitte.

De retour à la maison je ne peux cacher cela à Marc. Il me dit que c'est bien fait etque cela me pendait au nez depuis un bout de temps. Si j'avais réussit à éviter cela avec Ric, Pierre, Jimmy ou Ed, il s'y attendait quand même. Je lui dis que Théo était même prêt à faire la pute pour moi. Cela l'a conforté dans le fait qu'il était vraiment amoureux de moi, sachant qu'il refusait à son frère de lui faire un pipe ou de se laisser enculer.

Comme je disais à Marc que je n'avais pas envie que mes clients posent leurs mains sur lui, il me demanda si de mon coté y'aurait pas non plus une pointe de sentiment. Je lui dis que juste de type grand frère et lui assurait que s'il le désirait, je le lui amènerai pour qu'il le baise. Il me dit qu'avec lui ça ne comptait pas étant donné que je l'aimais mais qu'il réfléchirait quand même à ma proposition.

JARDINIER

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canalmenorca · 11 months

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SON BOU, preciosa playa del sur de Menorca

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noraya-lostcats · 5 months

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ノラや Lost Cats Season 4 #041🌷

＃041 ➤ https://youtu.be/PhaY1FUL2wc

どうも。「ノラや」です。出演は、野良猫のボウ、ジイ、タイガー、オクレ。チャンネル登録お願いします！

Hi. It's "Noraya Lost Cats ".Starring Bou, Jii, Tiger and Okure. Please subscribe to the channel !

Salut. C'est "Noraya Lost Cats". Les apparences sont les chats errants Bou, Jii, Tiger et Okure. Veuillez vous abonner à la chaîne !

Hola. Es "Noraya Lost Cats". Las apariencias son los gatos callejeros Bou,Jii, Tiger y Okure. ¡Suscríbete al canal!

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gubes-sweaters · 2 years

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Unexpected Turns: Chapter 14

Authors Note Nothing really, sorry for another long break. Also don’t ask me why I decided to make Spencer so vanilla this chapter. I think it became a little too wholesome.

Content Warning: Smut, breastfeeding

Word Count: 3.8K

Chapter 14: Big Changes

So much can change in just a matter of three months. Atlas has grown so much. In just that little bit of time, he grew three and a half inches and he’s gained five pounds. He giggles and smiles at you, Spencer, and everyone at the BAU. You’ve been able to come in with him a few times now. This is what you’re on your way to do currently, but this time it’s for a different reason.

As you pull up the gigantic building you look into your rearview mirror at the small infant who was patiently sucking on a pacifier and taking in the outside world. You pull into your reserved parking spot before putting the car in park. You turn around and look into the mirror that your son had in front of him, on his car seat.

“You excited to see dada?” you ask with a huge grin.

When your son looks at you through his mirror you see his eyes crinkle with joy and his smile widen past his pacifier.

“There’s my angel!” Garcia shouts, leaping out of her chair, making her way to you surprisingly quickly despite the six-inch heels she’s wearing. She makes her way over to you and carefully takes the tiny baby out of your arms.

“Hello to you too,” you say with a small laugh.

“Sorry, I got caught up in all the cuteness. How are you feeling?” She asks, still staring at your baby who’s begun to reach for her bright and colorful necklace.

“I’m good. He’s been sleeping through the night so that helps a ton. I’m kinda feeling like myself again, like before I was pregnant. I feel like I’m me plus more,” you express with confidence.

“That’s great and as much as I love baby time, the jet won’t be here for about half an hour,” she says, referring to the rest of the team getting back.

“I know. I have a meeting with Strauss about setting up my field testing and me coming off maternity leave. She said it would be fine to bring Atlas to visit as long as it wasn’t interfering with work. I was hoping he could stay with Aunt Garcia for a bit,” you say.

“Of course!” She answers with a huge smile.

You say bye to both of them quickly hoping to be a little bit early for your meeting with Strauss. Walking back to the bullpen you feel nostalgic almost, you haven’t even been gone for long, but you’ve been cooped up with a baby. The past few months have seemed incredibly long, but incredibly short at the same time. There’s a large part of you that desperately misses working.

On your way to Hotch’s office, you try to straighten your posture and keep your chin up. You’re hoping your false, inflated confidence will be the thing that saves you. It’s hard to keep just about any confidence around Strauss though.

You lightly knock on the door before peeking in the room.

“Hello, (y/l/n). How are you?” She asks with her lips pulled into a thin line.

“I’m great, and you?” you ask with a hopeful smile.

“I’m fine,” she says, giving you a slight up and down.

You just smiled lightly and nodded along.

“Well, let’s get on with this. I’ll have to schedule you down for basic field training and gun training.”

You wait with your son at Spencer’s desk while Penelope is over your shoulder cooing and making funny faces. You cradle the back of his head and snuggle him close to your body while Atlas gives a toothless grin and continues to giggle and gurgle at Garcia. He reaches out a chubby hand towards Garcia’s bright and shiny jewelry as the elevator chimes before opening.

You can hear Spencer open up the door as he picks up the pace towards the bullpen.

“There's my little buddy,” Spencer says, his eyes as big as saucers while he reaches for the small infant.

“Hey, baby,” you say, standing up and handing him the happy baby.

“Hey, how are you?” He asks with a bright smile in an attempt to shift some of his attention away from your son and onto you. Spencer bounces the sweet, chubby-cheeked baby, beaming at the baby’s toothless grin. When you see him like this you could never understand why he doubted himself so much as a father.

“I’m good, just worried about telling my mom we decided to get a nanny over having her watch him,” you say shifting back and forth. It was something you and Spencer decided a bit ago after your coworker, Anderson, had told you about a nanny that was looking for work because the family she worked for for years was moving overseas to work in Interpol.

“She should understand, she works a full-time job, and sometimes we have to leave at a moment's notice,” he says shrugging. You laugh to yourself thinking ‘He obviously doesn’t know my mother well enough.’

The elevator door chimes once again, Hotch and Morgan step out this time. Hotch gives a small wave as he talks to his son on the phone. He rushes to his office and you follow what's causing him to hurry. You spot Straus waiting outside his office for him and you figure that’s probably the only reason why he chose to come back today after a long investigation.

“Wow, pretty boy, I don’t think you’ve even run after an unsub that fast,” Morgan says.

“Did you run to the office?” you ask before turning and greeting Morgan. You can see Spencer bashfully blush out of the corner of your eye, confirming your suspicions. Morgan scoops you into a big hug.

“Now I want to see my favorite godson,” Morgan says, with a bright smile, walking towards the baby. He holds the small infant in his arms

“I hate to kill the happy mood, but where are my girls and Rossi?” Penelope asks, her heels clacking against the tile floor and her hair perfectly styled curls bouncing with every step.

“They all decided to go home, I just went with Reid because I couldn’t miss the chance at seeing this cute little face,” Morgan says, unintentionally going into baby talk mode which makes your baby giggle.

You turn as you hear your last name being called by not only Hotch but also Strauss. Stress immediately kicks in and you try to gauge the situation, but it’s hard to tell their feelings since both of them carry a stern face normally.

“Yes?” You timidly ask when you finally approach the pair. In turn, Hotch just gestures inside of his office.

“We wanted to speak with you about your return,” Hotch says as he stands behind his desk and Strauss takes what’s normally his seat at the desk.

Your mind turns with anxious thoughts. You wonder what you could’ve possibly missed when discussing it with Strauss just moments earlier. You covered the nanny, field training, a comprehensive schedule, insurance, and anything else under the sun about your return.

“Well, Aaron and I both remember what it was like when our children were first born and how it felt like neither of us wanted to part with our kids. On the other hand we both loved and still love our job, and we know how much you love your career,” Strauss prefaces.

“We want your transition to be more comfortable. I know you want to dive into this head first, but we want you to work part time in the office and occasionally join when you're needed most. The other time you have at work we both want you to help wrap up the investigation and once it’s fully over, you can work towards becoming a field agent,” Hotch says before pushing a huge manilla folder towards you. You open the large folder and the first thing you see is the dead body of a woman with flowers braided into her hair and the thought of picking this investigation up again makes you shiver.

The three of you share a silent agreement before they let you know that you can start next week. You take the file and stuff it under your arm before walking out of the office clearly thrown off guard. You say polite, but quick goodbyes to Garica and Morgan, using your son's nap time as an excuse. You walk to the car with Spencer who was holding Atlas. You get your son strapped in his car seat before starting the car and driving off in silence. You can tell just by his mannerisms that Spencer is too confused and worried, so he says nothing.

He doesn’t get the courage to ask what’s going on until the two of you are in your elevator on the way up to your apartment. You shrug him off, mentioning that the two of you’ll talk after dinner and that’s exactly what you do.

Once inside the apartment you try to get comfortable on the couch before unclipping your nursing bra and feeding your son. Spencer hands you a spit up cloth and sits next to you on the couch. You relax a little bit once you're in the safety of your home. Atla’s eyes grow heavy as you rock him a small amount as he eats. Once he’s half asleep you remove him and burp him before reattaching your bra. Spencer agrees to take him for a tiny bit so you can cook.

You hear him cooing at the tiny baby as he rests on Spencer’s chest. He turns on a nature documentary after he scoots to lay on the couch comfortably with his head propped up, both arms resting around the baby.

You decide that spaghetti and meatballs would be the quickest course of action. As you wait for the water to boil and the meatballs to sear in the skillet you open your laptop quickly and you see an email from your dad.

Hey Daisy, sorry I’ve been so busy, but look at that kid! He’s getting huge! The three of you will have to make a trip to come see us sometime soon. I remember when you were that age, you were so adorable and I swear you never even really cried. You made this funny squeaking noise and for the longest time we called you squeakers, until you got the nickname Daisy. I miss you a lot and I really appreciate you filling me in on your life a bit. There’s not much going on at my end other than work, work, and more work. Your little sister wants to do competition dance next year, as if her mom doesn’t have her doing enough. The two of them like to keep busy though. Anyway, we all miss you! Make sure to send me some more photos of that little munchkin!

Love you, dad.

You let out a small chuckle at the photo attached and it’s your little sister making the goofiest face possible and your dad crossing his eyes, attempting to make a goofy face. Spencer must’ve heard your chuckle because he slowly turns towards you and cocks his eyebrows. You turn the screen to show him an enlarged photo of the one in the email. He squints for a second, letting his vision focus before smiling and silently laughing at the photo.

You send him a quick response back and send a few photos of Atlas and a video of him giving you an unamused look during tummy time where you can hear you and Spencer chuckling at the infant who clearly wasn't having any of it. You were more than content with this form of communication with your dad. It was close, but still distant enough where you felt if he were to leave from your life again it wouldn’t hurt as bad as it did before.

Once the spaghetti noodles and meatballs are finished there isn’t much else to do, but let the meatballs simmer in sauce and just in time Atlas is ready for his diaper change and final meal before bedtime. You can tell he’s had a long day for such a small baby because he’s being a tiny bit more fussy than normal. You both read to him and tuck him into bed. You set up your baby monitor on your phone, so you can hear easily if he wakes up.

The both of you eat dinner on the couch and are excited to finally have some alone time together.

“You should get a new phone with this on it,” you mention to him, referring to the app that was silently playing white noise from your baby monitor in the background.

“What’s the point, you have yours?” Spencer asks.

“It does a lot of good. It tracks his breathing, how often he’s sleeping, you can play different sounds through his monitor, and most importantly it’s right here, so you can always check up on him. There’ll be a time where we are at different places working and we are entrusting a nanny to care for him properly. Plus your phone is old as shit,” you say before laughing at your last remark.

“Okay, okay, I’ll upgrade mine tomorrow, but what do you mean by working at different places?” he asks quickly.

“Well, Strauss and Hotch told me that they want me to switch part time of my old job and part time fixing up all the loose ends from the case,” even though the term “case” was vague, Spencer picked up on exactly what you were saying.

“That’s completely irrational, Strauss probably only wants you on that case so bad because you dated him,” he says, setting his fork down onto his plate.

“I know, I know. That’s precisely why I was so upset earlier. I’m working so hard to build a life with just the three of us. I want him out of my life for good. I wanted that even when I thought he was just a useless bastard who was just cheating on me,” you say equally as irritated with their decision.

“You have moved and we are slowly building that lift together. Hopefully the faster that case gets wrapped up and we push it to trial, the faster we can move on,” he says, finishing his food.

Once you finish up Spencer quickly washes a few dishes whilst you hop in the shower.

As you step out of the large cloud of steam and towards the mirror, you tuck a fluffy bath towel close to you. You can hear Spencer walking around in the bedroom, the sound of the wood panels creaking under weight in unmistakable.

“Spence?” You say loud enough for him to hear, but not so loud it would wake your son up. You start to apply lotion on your legs, waiting to see if he heard you. ‘Huh, he probably can’t hear me.’ You think to yourself.

“Baby, you out there? Could you grab my glasses and my contact case?” You call out once more. With no response you walk out figuring that he’s probably settled into bed and there’s no use bothering him or waking up your son. You open the door to the bathroom expecting to see Spencer, but he’s not there.

Your eyes pan over to the open window. The curtains swaying gently in the late night Virginia wind. You walk across the room to shut it, forcing the old latch closed, before walking out to the living room. You see Spencer still in the kitchen cleaning off the counters with a lysol wipe.

“Hey, baby, I thought you were in the room. I shouted for you,” you say.

“No still finishing up kitchen duty,” he says, with a light chuckle before tossing the used wipe in the garbage.

“You coming to bed with me?” You say hopefully.

“Mhm, I’m just going to hop in the shower first,” he says, laying a kiss on your cheek while you’re left standing in the kitchen curious about what you heard in your bedroom.

Spencer walks out of the bathroom, his hair still damp and wavy. You’re just finishing up the rest of your nighttime routine that had been interrupted as he walks over and dims the lights in the bathroom. He swiftly makes his way back to you before reaching out his hand.

“I missed you so much,'' he says. You comply and give him your hand before he pulls you close to his body.

He leans in for a kiss that feels so sincere and loving just by the way he chooses to cradle your face. He slowly pulls the towel away from your body, basking in the sight of you before gently leading you to lay back down on the bed. He begins crawling over your body, you pull him up by the collar of the cotton t-shirt he was wearing. Pulling it over his head, he takes the shirt and tosses it across the room before leaning down to kiss you again. You push down at the band of his sweats as a silent plea for him to relieve the pent-up tension and warmth you can feel pooling in your lower stomach.

“Someone’s eager,” he quips before leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Please…” you beg in a soft, needy tone. Writhing your hips in search of any friction. You can see the blush on his chest deepen once more. Even though Spencer won’t admit it, you can tell he likes it when you’re all needy for him. He likes to take the reins every once in a while, especially when it’s to care for you.

Spencer immediately complies, kissing harshly on the pulse point right under your jaw as he lightly circles your clit. When you whimper and buck your his at his teasing he smiles in the kisses that were on your jaw before he dips one finger slowly in your vagina.

You grab the short hair at the base of his neck before letting out a moan. All Spencer can think about is the sounds of your pleasure and how he wants nothing more than to hear that for the rest of his life. In order to pull a few more moans out of you he dips another finger in. Wasting no time to make you finish. Your hips buck and you squeeze your eyes tight as the ecstasy rolls over you in waves.

The bedroom is getting warmer and sweater by the moment. The smell of sex is radiating off the both of you, but you two have just begun. Spencer gives you a few moments of relaxation before reaching over to the bedside table and pulling a condom out of the drawer. You finally let your eyes flutter open as he rolls it on.

“There she is,” you hear him say, his voice a little lower than normal and his tone a bit sultry.

You smile at the blush that paints his cheeks, chest, and the tips of his ears. Love continues to bloom in your heart knowing that he still blushes around you. You can feel a new type of heat radiating in your face when he makes eye contact with you, smiling sweetly before dipping down to kiss you. As your lips meet, Spencer slowly sinks himself inside you. What starts as light pants turns into heavy and heady moans that you try to keep quiet. Spencer can’t even manage to be quiet because he is whimpering and moaning as much as you.

The two of you grab at each other and hold each other like it’s your first time as he ruts against you, gradually becoming faster and faster.

“Spence, please… harder. I- I want more,” you weren't fully sure what you were begging for, but you wanted this moment to consume you, swallow you whole.

The both of you are clearly desperate for intimacy that hasn’t happened in a bit, since he’s been gone. You wrap your legs around his hips tightly as he strokes in and out of you. The both of you are messily tumbling towards an orgasm bubbling in your bodies. You are the first to finish with Spencer just a bit behind. Once he finishes he lays there inside you just for a bit, taking a few heavy breaths. He soon gets up and tosses the condom away in the bathroom. On his way back through he stops to give you a kiss before pulling on his sweatpants and quietly walks out into the kitchen, quickly returning with two glasses of water and a chocolate bar. On his way in he turns out the lights, but you flip on both the lights on the nightstands.

“Here you go,” he says as you shift in the bed, covering yourself with the sheet.

“Thanks,” you drink about half the glass before sitting it back down on the bed.

Spencer breaks the bar in half before handing half over to you with a soft smile.

“You feeling alright?” You ask him, noticing him nervously shift on the bed.

“Yes and no. It’s not about us, it’s just about Atlas,” Spencer admits with a slightly disappointed look.

“What's wrong with you and Atlas?” You question.

“I’m not sure, I’ve babysat Henry with no problem, but… don’t laugh, but I guess he makes me nervous,” Spencer says, wringing his hands together before popping the rest of his half the chocolate bar in his mouth.

You stifle with your words, trying to not find his wording comical. Baby’s don’t normally make grown adults, let alone their parents nervous, but you see where his hang ups are.

“I get where you’re coming from. Unfortunately, good parenting takes a lot of practice. So, why don’t you spend some time with him out and about? Tomorrow when you finally trade in your ancient phone, take Atlas with you,” you say, nonchalantly. He considers it for a second before nodding his head slightly.

“That would work out fine,” he says, before taking a sip of water.

“Plus someone needs a bit more driving practice,” you say before laughing then turning to switch off the lamp.

He just lets out a tired laugh as he turns off his lamp and gets under the sheet with you. Once you both were settled in he smiles at you, giving you a kiss before looking deep in your eyes.

“At least I’m not the one with four speeding tickets and five unpaid parking tickets,” he says to your complete shock since only one out of the nine of those tickets were while you lived in Virginia, the rest were from college.

“Who told you that?” you say, laughing at his snarky tone.

“Garcia did when you first started working at the BAU,” he says, laughing with you.

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who-am-i-in-the-world · 11 months

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Mtmte Rung x cybertronien reader

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Vous avez toujours été sur le terrain. Que ce soit dans votre vie avant la guerre ou pendent celle-ci. Votre sire vous a entrainée à être dure et froide. Vous obligent à combattre des gladiateurs et en vous fessent coucher avec des bots plus vieux que vous. Alors vous pouvez maintenait vous imaginez qu’il n’est pas facile pour vous d’exprimer vos émotions. Pourtant vous êtes dans le bar, une boisson de haute qualité au servo vous demandent où allait votre vie. Vous étiez épuisée, c’est le moins qu’on puis dire. Vos optiques fermées, votre tête vers vos cuisses avec un bras qui tient la boisson sur la table et l’autre autour de votre bassin. C’est à peine si vous avez senti le doux touchez sur votre plaque d’épaule gauche.

'Que dirais-tu d’aller te ressourcer dans notre chambre avant de le faire sur la table.' Une voix douce et calme vient doucement à votre récepteur gauche. Vous obligent a regarder le magnifique bot qui était aussi votre compagnon. Vous ne vous rapeliez pas l’avoir vue en entrant dans le bar, mais ça n’a aucune importance en se moment.

Un doux son fatiguer mes d’approbations est sortie de votre bouche. Avec ça, vous vous été levez (avec le peu de force qui vous restait), avez attrapez votre adorable compagnon du même bras qui tenait autrefois votre boisson et été sortie du bar.

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Apprêt avoir traverser une partit du vaisseau vous été enfin arriver a votre destination et Rung ses occupez de taper le code voyant que vous commenciez doucement a vous pliez en deux. Il vous traina ensuit doucement à la couchette vous disent de vous allongez et est parti dans une salle (semblable a une salle de bain terrienne). Vous en avez profité pour vous mètre plus alaise. Vous placiez sur le dos mes de façon à ce que vaux aile/portière ne vous fassent pas mal. Vous avez ensuite replié vos bras sur votre bas ventre et avez croiser vos jambes une sure l’autre. Rung est ensuite réapparue avec un produis dans les servos et ses approchez de vous.

'C’est mal?' Questionna t'il. Vous l’avez doucement regardé comme si vous le voyez pour la première fois depuis votre création. 'Y/N?'

'Je veux voire tes optiques…' ça sonnait un peut plus sec que vous ne le vouliez. Vous vous êtes immédiatement excusé. Pourtant cela ne la pas empêchez de vous sourire, de retirer ses lunette avec son servo libre et de les poser sur la petite table de cheves accoter. Il a ensuite ouvert la crème an a pris un peut avec ses chiffres et pauser le contenue accoter de ses lunettes. Il s’est ensuite approché de vous et vous avez doucement déposé votre servo sur sa anche en le regardent dans les optiques.

'Tu na ma toujours pas répondue chérie, ses vraiment douloureux?' Il reposa doucement la question pour ne pas vous surprendre dans le silence confortable.

'Pas si pire.' Votre voix épuisée sortie quelque seconde plus tard. Il vous offrit un autre sourire et à doucement commencer à appliquer la crème entre vos câbles près de votre blessure fraiche, comme Ratchet luit avais montré. Prennent la peine de doucement les frotter pour vous détendre le plus possible.

Apprêt qu’il est fini, vous lavez doucement attirer contre vous pour qu’il se couche accote de vous et laver remercier d’un chuchotement a peine présente. Puis vous avez cacher votre visage dans ses câbles de cous pendent qu’il se collait un peu plus à vous.

Tu n’aurais jamais pu demander mieux, un petit ami qui ne te pousse pas à bous et ne pause aucune question sur ton caractère distend. Un jour tu lui parleras de tons passer mes pour listent tu préfères en profitez le plus possible.

-dite moi que je ne suis as la seul qui est en amoure avec Rung!!!!!!!!!

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menorca-sir20 · 1 year

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Son Bou

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theiris-storyvault · 2 years

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Captivated

Jimin X Reader

Genre: (Deadly) Fluff

Warnings: None!

a/n: Jimin has been a bias wrecker to me lately. He makes me feel so warm inside

🥺

The way he's got you effortlessly wrapped around his finger is mind-boggling to you. With one kiss, you're falling in love with him again. Jimin had such power over you that you didn't mind. So when your son was born, it was no surprise that he'd also have this certain charm.

Jinan was essentially Jimin reborn. From his supple cheeks to his captivating eye smile down to his huggable figure, he was a tiny duplicate. Other than his features, Jinan embodied Jimin's attitudes. He loved to dance whenever there was music playing. He enjoyed eating and was passionate about it too. He loved to laugh as much as he loved to love you. The same way Jimin does. His clinginess skyrockets and would cry whenever you had to drop him off at school. He was like carrying Jimin in your pocket.

Which made it more bearable when your husband had to be away on tour. The 6-year-old was overly empathic. He would make sure to give you a kiss before you sleep, and as soon as he woke up just like his dad would. He was perfect, and you forever are grateful to be sharing the love with your family.

"Hey, baby?" You hear Jimin say as he comes out of his workspace. "Hmm?" You hum as a response, turning to look at him. His face instantly lights up at the sight of you. He soon as he reaches you, he snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer. "Nothing, I missed you" He whispers into your hair before planting a kiss. You giggle as you pull away from his tightening hug making him pout. Adorable. "Baby, I literally just came out here to get us some popcorn 5 minutes ago." He whines. "That's 5 minutes without you though" He states, as you playfully roll your eyes.

"Let's go," You simply say as you leave him trailing behind you. It was a Friday night, which, meant it was movie night for you three. Ever since Jinan Turned 2, you both made sure to make time for him, hence the birth of your weekly movie nights. "Jinan, sweetheart!" You shout as you place the popcorn on the table, and take the remote control to turn on the television. Jimin quickly plops onto the couch, pulling the big duvet up to his torso, before pulling you down to sit beside him. "Jinan!" Jimin calls again, hoping to get his attention. "Coming!" You hear his small response, followed by small footsteps. As soon as he emerges from the hallway, Jinan runs toward the couch screaming "Incoming!" before jumping in between the two of you. You all laugh, pulling each other into a group hug.

"What movie will we be watching today?" You ask, handing the remote control to your husband. You watch as your son's eyes sparkle in excitement trying to choose what you were to watch today. "Avengers!" He says, and immediately Jimin obliges. "Avengers it is." You watch your 6-year-old son's eyes sparkle as he watched the superheroes appear on the screen. Jinan had always been a big Marvel fan, he loved Hawkeye in particular though. Other than he loved being unique and having unique interests. He found Hawkeye the most captivating. He loved that when he wasn't an Avenger, he was a dad. He often compared him to Jimin. That when Jimin wasn't singing on stage, he was his dad, his best friend. And you loved how he viewed his father that way. It was endearing and heartwarming to know how much he appreciated his dad the way you did.

Jimin looks at you and sees you looking at Jinan. He smiles to himself, thinking about how lucky he was to have a wife like you. More than you know, he was as captivated by you and Jinan as you were with them. The moment you would look away, he'd stare at you, with love in his eyes. He often finds himself daydreaming about you and patting himself on the back for finding his way to you, for falling in love with you as though it was his greatest accomplishment because it was.

"Avengers! Assemble!" Jinan screams, along with Captain America, bouncing off of the couch and onto the living room floor. This makes you laugh. The number of times he has watched this was beyond your mind so you weren't surprised when he knew all the words to it. Jimin soon pulls you to him, your head on his chest, and him placing a soft kiss on top of it. "I love you, you know that right?" He whispers. Goosebumps run down your spine, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Of course babe, I do know that. And I love you too" Your response makes him giggle, his hold tightening around you. You both stay silent for a moment, forgetting the movie was ever playing and watching Jinan recite and recreate the fight moves instead. "I want another one", You tell him. He hums. "We can make as many babies as you want, love," He tells you. You laugh, letting your head fall on his lap. Your eyes were not locked with each other, his hand softly resting on your leg, and the other lost in your hair. "And I'm sure every single one of them would captivate me as much as you and Jinan do."

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