#*smiles* *hugs you* *covers you with a blankie*

[leatherbookmark]

I love tiktok edits of videos from fansigns and such because they subtitle everything. Not just what the idols are saying -- though it's more of a "*praises him*" than "wow that was so cool!" kind of subtitles -- but also every single thing they do. So you have a video of a guy talking quietly to another guy, and in case you didn't know what you're looking at, the subtitles helpfully inform you that the guy who's smiling is smiling, or that the guy who's taking his jacket off is taking his jacket off, etc, etc. Fascinating.

[aliwritex]

dad!franco headcanons 💐

Before the baby was born, when the furniture for the nursery started arriving he insisted on putting it together himself because he was ‘totally capable of doing so’. And you believed him, but he had a flaw, he never actually read the instructions, only quickly looked at the pictures and guessed it was enough. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. “what happened? i thought you were almost done” you were surprised to see multiple parts of the crib back on the floor “i used the wrong screw, so i was missing some long ones, so i had to got back to get them” “leave it be for tonight, yeah? i’ll help you with it tomorrow” The next morning everything went smoothly as you actually read the steps and organized the different screws and parts by numbers.

You enjoyed being pregnant more than you thought you would, because of your active lifestyle and young age pregnancy was very easy on you. And most of your days were spent on walks, pilates classes and buying. Almost every day you were doing deep research on the best products of each category and online shopping. Especially if Franco wasn’t home, it was the best way to spend time and feel less lonely. You would always call him when things arrived, showing him everything and putting it away in the nursery.

Franco cried way more than you expected when your son was born. Maybe it was because of the exhaustion of being awake with you for 13 hours of labor, maybe he was just very emotional. You were in a bubble for a second when they finally handed you the baby — and it was a short second because you still had more to deliver. But as soon as you were all cleaned up, taken care of and sound asleep Franco turned his full attention to the baby. When you woke up he was humming and the baby was sleeping in his bare chest, only a blanket covering their bodies. “i love you two” you whispered to them

Nothing made Teo happier than seeing his dad come home from work. He was always all smiles when Franco walked through the door or waking up to him when he got home in the middle of the night. “hey” you whispered into the dark nursery “you didn’t need to get up, i got home just in time for his bottle” “thank you, my love, but i’ll take it from here, you go shower so we can go back to sleep” you’d be too tired by the time he was done to say anything about him sneaking Mateo in the bed with you.

Your favorite thing in the world was seeing them sleeping together. It seemed that your boyfriend had magical arms because no matter how fussy or upset Teo was, the second Franco picked him up it was like he couldn’t keep his eyes open, bonus points for chupi and blankie. That’s what you missed the most when he was away, you didn’t have the same patience if Teo was throwing a tantrum to skip his nap times or pushback bed time. You never understood what was so magical about Papa’s chest that made him fall asleep in minutes, if anything you were supposed to be more comfortable – you had two natural pillows! “¡Papa!” your son whined and ran from you when he heard the front door open. “¿que pasa, mi amor?” he picked him up and the crying stopped almost immediately but as Franco made his way in he realized the boy wasn’t the only one crying “vida? what’s wrong? what happened?” he asked but you just buried your face on his other shoulder, letting your tears soak up his shirt. “i’m sorry, ‘t’s nothing, let me take him” “what? no. what the fuck happened here?” he asked calmly “what are you even sorry for?” “not being enough for him, for you. god, i’ve been wrestling him to go to bed for so long, then you get here and boom, he’s out. i just didn’t know what to do anymore” he heard your confession and hugged you tighter, rubbing his palm on your back. “you could’ve called me. i’ll be back in a second. always call me if it gets too much” he kissed the top of your head.

When Franco was home he was in charge of putting Mateo down for his morning nap while you cooked lunch. This one monday though, he had just gotten home a couple hours before but insisted on following your routine, so he sat on the couch with his son, arm wrapped around him to support the bottle in his mouth. Franco was the one to fall asleep instead of the child, who slipped from his dads hold. When he woke up you were standing in front of him, taking a picture of his sticker covered face. “I told you I could put him down if you were too tired” you said, taking the bottle from his hand — that had spilled all over your decorative pillows. “Did he sleep?” you chuckled and pointed to the floor, where your son slept hugging his favorite stuffed animal.

[sweetcherriexs]

baby...; b.e.

so my darling – rachel chinouriri ᯓᵕ̈∘˙ blurp!

billie sighed softly, running a hand through her hair as she put her keys in the keybowl by the doors, walking deeper into your shared home. she rubbed her eyes, mouth opening in a tired yawn while her steps echoed down the hallway until she reached the bedroom the two of you shared.

"hi, pretty" she smiled, greeting you happily despite her exhaustion. her eyes fell on you, lying in bed with your arms hugging your stomach and body curled in a fetal position. billie's brows knitted together and she walked over to you, squatting by the edge of the bed and putting a hand on one of your arms. "you okay, love?" she asked, chewing nervously on the inside of her cheek.

you sighed softly, looking into her blue, full of concern eyes "my tummy hurts" you grunted out, squeezing your eyes shut as a sharp pain appeared in the pit of your stomach.

billie frowned further, lips poking out into a pout as she lifted your arms away from your stomach to place a warm hand on the bottom of your stomach. "cramps?" she whispered, putting her chin on the mattress in level with your head.

you put your own hand on top of hers, nodding with a deep pout of your own, pain etched on your face.

"oh baby...." she cooed with a soft breath of air leaving her lips, thumb rubbing the skin of your stomach through the t-shirt which she recognised as her own. "did you take any meds?" she hummed softly to which you nodded and she sighed once more, scooting forward and pressing a kiss to your temple "okay... take off your clothes, I'll start a shower and get the heating pad and blankies ready"

you nodded your head, a small sparkle of relief in your chest. you sat up, looking at her with thankful eyes. "thanks, bils" you squeezed her hand and she only smiled.

"of course, baby"

then, while you undressed in the two of yours bedroom, billie went ahead and got the heating pad ready, getting some blankets and your favourite snacks to bring back to the bedroom. then she started the shower, getting the both of you towels and a fresh bottle of that body-wash you love so much. she stopped in the middle of the bathroom, in thought for a moment before she left to get the mini-speaker.

as she searched for it, she passed the living room only to stop and take a few steps back. her eyes fell on the vinyl record player by the window on top of a drawer and a smile stretched across her lips. she quickly grabbed the device and brought it up to the bedroom where you were, already undressed and waiting for her.

"so sorry to keep you waiting baby" she said after putting down the player and kiss your lips with a hand on your hip.

"s'okay" you murmured, watching as she pulled back and rummaged through her box of vinyls until she pulled out one you weren't familiar with by the cover but will surely know as soon as it starts playing. she put the vinyl in place and soon, music was flowing through the bedroom beautifully.

she walked back to you and guided you to the bathroom "come on, you must be freezing," she mumbled as she quickly opened the shower door and helped you step inside.

then she quickly threw her own clothes off and got under the water, smiling sheepishly at you. "how're you feeling?" she asked, pulling you close by the waist. you leaned into her, head falling to her shoulder as a sigh slipped past your lips.

"like someone is hammering my uterus" you mumbled and you could tell by the way billie's breath hitched that she was holding in her laughter. "with an actual hammer, you gorgeous dummy," you huffed, "so filthy minded" you mumbled against her wet, smooth skin.

billie laughed finally before shutting up, rubbing up and down your sides as the water came down on the both of you in a calming pressure of stream. "m'sorry, pretty" she leaned in, pressing her lips to your cheek. "I'll scrub you, hm?" you nodded, reluctantly pulling away from her warm body to let her reach for the body wash.

and a little while later, billie was wrapping your towel around you with a soft smile on her face before she did the same to herself. "okay, I'll get us pj's. want one of my shirts and boxers, baby?" she said, walking to the door and looking back at you.

"yeah"

she nodded and headed out, returning soon with two of her shirts, two pairs of chekered pants and two women's boxers in hand. she handed you yours. "want help, baby?" she asked, pausing as you dried off. you shook your head and she nodded, drying herself off before pausing again. "wait, can you even put a pad-"

"love" you cut her off with an affectionate smile "I'll manage, I'm okay" she sighed and nodded, going back to do her own thing.

soon the both of you left the bathroom, billie pulled back the blankets for you on the bed and waited till you settled in before bringing the snacks and heating pad. she got right in with you, handing you the pad and holding it against your tummy as she wrapped her arm around you.

"okay, pretty girl?" she murmured into your ear, kissing your cheek with a soft pang of worry still in her chest. you nodded, snacking quietly "yeah, m'good" she nodded.

"I'm glad" she let out a breath of relief, pulling you more into her as she picked up the remote and turned on the TV. "you choose" she mumbled, the soft sound of the music still playing soon mixing with the sounds of the TV.

yeahhh I got my period today :/ this is shit but enjoy ig

[elizabethsnuts]

Can you write something where Hotch and Jack are picking up reader from daycare/preschool and she’s just so excited to show them the ring pop a boy gave her and telling them how she’s married now and they’re both freaking out lol?

Daycare Drama

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You had a preschool “marriage” though Aaron and Jack were not too thrilled with that idea.

———

The team's case had finished early, which meant they were able to go home early. Usually, Aaron stayed overtime to work on paperwork but now that he was a single father, he had to divide his attention between both his work and his kids. He had to pick Jack up from school and you up from daycare, he didn’t have time for paperwork at the moment.

Aaron walked into your daycare with Jack, heading past reception and into your colourful preschool room. It was noisy in there, as usual since it held a dozen tiny kids. But among that normal noise was a very familiar squeal and adorable high-pitched giggle that could only belong to one energetic little girl, you.

“Daddy! Jack!!” You squealed loudly, almost tripping over the now-discarded toys that you were playing with. You ran straight over to Aaron, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, repeating the same with Jack.

Aaron smiled and leaned down to your level, ruffling your hair slightly. “Hey, Y/N! How was your day today? No biting right?”

You shook your head with an enthusiastic giggle, hiding your little hands behind your back. “No biting! My day was super duper good. Guess what!?”

Aaron chuckled and gave you a high-five. “Great job! Guess what? I don’t know sweet girl, what’s up?”

You quickly took your little hand out from behind your back and held it up with a cheeky grin. Your tiny finger was adorned with a red ring pop. “I got married!”

Aarons's face dropped and the smile was faced with a confused frown. “What- wait- wait- what? Married?? To who?”

You giggled and pointed across the room, over to one of the little boys who was knocking down block towers. “Andy!”

Jack frowned and shook his head. “N/N! You can’t be married, you’re too young!”

You shook your head quickly. “No no no! I’m married! We got married at snack time!”

Aaron raised an eyebrow and put his hands on his hips. “I thought I told you no dating till you were 21.”

You groaned and slapped your little hand to your forehead. “Daddy, that’s centuries away! And we’re not dating, we are married!”

Jack huffed, putting his face in his hands. He was a very protective big brother and the idea of you having a lover was not something he wanted to think about. “That’s even worse! You can’t marry someone without knowing them really well.”

You shook your head and sighed, you were feeling pretty sassy. “I do know him, he plays in the sandpit with me and we share snacks.”

Aaron just sighed and shook his head. “Alright, alright, let’s just get out of here…”

Of course, Aaron knew it was all just harmless, absolutely nothing serious but he still couldn’t help but feel overprotective. You were his baby girl and he didn’t want anyone breaking your heart.

———

The next day after daycare, you had some news to break. You went over to Aaron and Jack with a fed-up look on your face. “Andy is not my husband anymore!”

Aaron tried to hide the smirk that was creeping up his face, you were upset and he had to sympathise with you, as relieved as he was. “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that Y/N. What did he do?”

You huffed, placing your little hands on your hips. “He took Blankie!” You held up your pink blankie that now seemed to be covered in dirt. “He threw her in the dirt!”

Aaron sighed, shaking his head softly. “That is not nice of him at all, you deserve a boy who respects you and makes you happy. Not someone who makes you feel bad like Andy did when he threw Blankie in the dirt. I’ll make sure to give Blankie a good wash when we get home, alright?”

You nodded and sighed, giving Aaron a tight hug. “Thanks, Daddy, she needs to be clean. I’m not going near Andy again!”

Aaron chuckled softly and lifted you up into his arms, walking out of the preschool room to sign you out at reception. “You stick to that, girl! Andy is bad news.”

You nodded in agreement. “Bad bad news.”

Aaron knew that as you got older he’d have to get used to the fact that you’d have boyfriends come and go, maybe have your heart broken a few times but that was life. He just hoped you’d find someone that made you happy. If you were happy, he was happy.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

I'll Be There, and I'll Cover You

Roy Kent x Reader

0.5k words

Warnings: Language, mentions of Roy's grandfather

“What’s this then?” Roy turned to you with a furrowed brow, gesturing towards the package on the coffee table.

You shrugged nonchalantly, barely taking your eyes off the telly. “Package for you,” you answered plainly.

Comical confusion remained on Roy’s face. “I didn’t order shit,” he huffed, finally picking up the brown box, staring at it like there was a bomb in it. He squinted at the label. “Fuck’s this return address?”

“Opening it will probably answer some of your questions,” you hummed, sipping the beer you’d opened just before Roy got home. “Just a thought.”

After shooting you a dirty look, Roy plopped down on the couch next to you, still gingerly holding the mystery box. “Has anyone ever told you it’s cute when you’re a smartass? Because it’s not that fucking cute.”

All you could do was smirk at the man you loved. “Just open the damn box, Roy.”

Despite the way he narrowed his eyes at you, Roy did as he was told. It was comical, the way he tore the box open, not at all careful the way you typically were. Honestly, the box would probably be more intact if the man had used his teeth to rip it open. His rampage paused when he glimpsed the object inside the box. He reached in and pulled it out, letting the destroyed cardboard fall to the floor.

“Blankie.”

Roy gazed down at the beige material, shaking his head as he turned it over and over in his hands. He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly. After what felt like an eternity, he finally turned to look at you, a deep frown on that handsome face.

“How the fuck-?”

“I called your mum,” you explained quickly. “She sent me every photo she could find of Blankie. I went onto this online chatroom for people who track down things like stuffed animals or childhood toys. They sent me to this eBay listing of the same blanket and…” You trailed off, trying to read that stoic expression you usually loved so much. “And if it was the wrong thing to do, please, please tell me, because it was supposed to be a nice gesture, and if it upset you at all-”

“I love it.”

You blinked at the still somber expression on his face. “You-”

He nodded, his grip on the blanket tightening. “I fucking love it," he rasped. Blanket still in hand, he leaned over to wrap his arms around you, tugging you close enough that you could feel his heartbeat against your chest. “I fucking love you.” He kissed your cheek tenderly before pulling back, allowing you to see the tears that had formed in those brown eyes. “This-” He squeezed the blanket. “-might be the most fucking amazing thing anyone has ever done for me, babe.” He shook his head with a soft chuckle. “What the fuck inspired you to do this?”

“When you told me about what happened to Blankie,” you said slowly, “you said it was the hardest thing you’d ever done.” You reached out and touched his leg gently. “Roy, you do so much for everyone. For me, for Pheebs, for your sister. Everything you do for the team. And you do it all without expecting anything in return. I just thought… you deserve this.”

The sight of Roy’s wide smile made the hours you’d spent scouring online for this exact blanket worth it. “Thank you,” he murmured, hugging the blanket close, looking like the child that had been dropped off at Sunderland all those years ago. “Thank you so fucking much, babe.”

[littlespacereader]

I saw that ur criminal minds agere fic is just one so here is my request

Daddy hoch x dada derek x little reader where something is bothering her but she regressed to a headspace where she is non verbal (she is always tiny in her headspace but today she was extra tiny) and they try to find out what's wrong but there gotta go to work but dont want to leave her alone so they go all to the Bau and after a while she falls asleep with her paci in mouth a stuffy under her arm a blankie in her hand and wrapped in a very big cozy weighet blanked 😍😍🥺

GET OUT OF HERE! Don’t actually because this fic is absolutely adorable!! I’m a sucker for a good CG!Hotch fic but CG!Morgan too!! I’m dead!! I absolutely love the ideas you added to the request so I made sure to include them all! I apologize for how long this took me to write. Between school and all the rewriting I’ve been doing it’s been a bit of a hassle. But I’m very happy with how this fic turned out! Please enjoy!! Thank you for the request!

Baby in the Bullpen 🍼🏢📄

Caregiver! Aaron Hotchner, Caregiver! Derek Morgan, & Fem Little! Reader

Tags - SFW!, hurt/comfort, hugs, cuddles, forehead kisses, pacifiers, sippy cups, low key mentions of pull-ups, BAU family

Nicknames - Princess, sweetheart, baby, sweet girl, Daddy for Hotch, Dada for Morgan

Picture a day where everything is perfect. It’s a perfect day where everything goes well and there’s no problem or pressure at all. Almost like you’ve been floating on a happy little cloud.

Today is not one of those days.

Today is a day where everything that could possibly go wrong goes wrong. Like a rain cloud that’s only centered on you.

I knew the moment I woke up it was going to be one of those days. Snuggled between my Caregivers in a nice warm bed, what more could any Little ask for? But my alarm went off and off to work I went.

It wasn’t every day my Caregivers had the day off, so I was especially mad I had work while the two of them were home. But trying to match my schedule with theirs always seemed like an uphill battle.

I arrived to my job at the bookstore to a line, let me repeat, A LINE of angry customers! How you could possibly be angry in a bookstore is beyond me, but today wanted to test me to see my limits.

So there I stood, listening to one complaint after the other, all while trying to keep my composure.

My book came with scratches on the cover!

My book’s cover was supposed to be purple!

I didn’t like the ending!

You didn’t say it was a sad book!

Blah, Blah, Blah. All utterly stupid and pointless complaints that were more ridiculous than the next. Despite their ridiculous claims it’s began to ware me down with one right after the other.

I longed for the day to end, for my Caregivers, who were probably on each others nerve by now without me as their favorite buffer. The thought brought a smile to my face.

Then my manager came over and decided to ruin it all. “Y/N, I’m going to need you to stay later today. Elizabeth called in sick.”

“I can’t I have plans.” Do I actually have plans? No, nothing besides a nice early dinner and cuddling with my Caregivers. But she didn’t need to know that.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to cancel them. You’re the only one here so you’re going to cover it.” And with that she walked away.

Suddenly I felt the weight of the day layered on again. I became overwhelmed with emotions I wasn’t allowed to have at the moment. I took my break and went into the restroom to pull myself together.

Frustrated tears fell from my eyes but I couldn’t break down now, not yet. I would have time for this when I got home. I just needed a minute and then I could go back out there and deal with everyone once again.

~~~

Morgan could see Y/N’s headlights going up the driveway before he heard the car door slam shut.

“Hotch, she’s home.” He called out to him, before the front door opened.

The moment Y/N entered the house, Morgan and Hotch immediately looked over. Morgan sat by the television and Hotch had popped out of kitchen. But immediately they could both see that something was wrong.

“Princess? You alright?” Morgan right away asked. His usual smile replaced with a worried look.

Y/N didn’t say a word. She just dropped her bags and started crying. Morgan jumped from the couch and quickly made his way over to her.

“Hey, hey, hey, what happened? What’s going on?” Morgan lifted the sad Little into his arms.

Y/N didn’t say a word, she just grabbed Morgan’s shirt like her life depended on it and cried. Hotch crossed the house, joining Morgan and Y/N at the door.

The two Caregivers shared a worried look. “What happened sweetheart?” Hotch tried to ask but still Y/N didn’t say a word. She just buried her head against Morgan’s chest and continued to sob.

Morgan began walking around the room with the Little in his arms, lighting bouncing and shushing her cries. One arm wraps around her back with his hand cradling her head.

Morgan and Hotch continue to share worried looks to one another as the two Caregivers turn their profiling sides on for a moment.

“She was supposed to be home at 3 right?”

“Yeah but she texted me saying they had to keep her there long.” Hotch replied.

“So a bad day at work?”

“This isn’t just from a bad day at work. This is a build up. We were gone all last week and now the first day of our break she has to work. Mix that with possibly a bad day and…” Hotch trailed on.

“Poor baby,” Morgan coos, “Missing your handsome Caregiver today huh?” He jokes hoping to get anything from his little one, but it doesn’t get a smile. Instead she just rests her head on his shoulder as tears still slip from her eyes.

Thankfully all the walking around bouncing seemed to work, at least a little bit. Y/N was no longer crying but she didn’t seem too happy either.

“There we go, no more tear gorgeous. You’re okay now. We’ve got you.” Morgan sat beside Hotch on the couch, pulling Y/N in his lap.

Hotch leaned over and wiped the remaining tears from her face. “It’s been a long day hasn’t it?” He asked but Y/N just cuddled closer to Morgan instead of answering.

All at once the two realized their baby was feeling a bit non verbal today. It didn’t happen often with Y/N, but when it did they knew she was feeling especially young.

“Not in the mood for talking? That’s okay princess. We’ve got you.” Morgan starts to say.

“How about this? How about we go upstairs and get changed out of these big uncomfortable clothes and into something a bit more comfortable? Squeeze my hand once for yes and twice for no.”

Morgan took her hand in his. After a moment of thinking he set a single squeeze. He looked to Hotch and nodded. “Alright, let’s get you changed.”

He stands and immediately smells something burning. “Aaron…you’re burning dinner again.” Hotch’s face dropped. He jumps up from the couch and runs into the kitchen.

Morgan smirked and shook his head. He carries Y/N upstairs and while chuckling, “It isn’t really a Daddy dinner if he didn’t burn it?” He joked. That got a small smile from Y/N. They were heading in the right direction.

Once in her light pink bedroom, he set her down on her bed and began going through her dresser drawer. “Okay, I think for you tonight we’re going to get you dressed in the absolute softest pajamas. And the absolute softest pajama you have arrrreeeeee these!”

He turned back to the bed to see Y/N sitting patiently with her favorite stuffie Sharky the shark in hand. “Ta-da!” He held up the fluffy pink long sleeve onesie complete with footed feet.

Y/N squeezes their stuffie as they took a moment of consideration. They decided with a simple nod of the head as a yes to Morgan and the footed onesie.

“Great! I thought I picked a good one,” he winked, “Now let’s get you changed for the night.”

Morgan helped Y/N take off their normal work attire and changed into the soft onesie and a pull-up for good measure. “There we are. Now let’s get your hair out of your face.” Morgan moved to get their hair tied and brush when there was a knock to the door.

~~~

Daddy walked in and he had that look on his face. You know, the look that says something’s wrong and he’s not happy about it.

“Derek I need to speak to you for a moment.”

That’s never a good thing.

“Y/N, we’ll be right outside the door okay? Just for a minute.” Dada reiterated.

My two Caregivers left the room and closed the door behind them. Then, once again, I was alone. The terrible feelings start to come back again.

Dada scared them away with his gentle rocking, shushing and jokes. He always knows how to make me feel better when I’m upset. But now my sadness was returning and with it fear. It’s never a good thing when your Caregivers go to talk about something first without you there.

I squeezed my shark stuffie a little tighter as I stared down the bedroom door. Was I in trouble? Was there trouble? My mind started to spiral with ideas.

It sounded like they were arguing, not with each other but about something. Again, that’s never a good thing to hear. My sadness took a backseat for a second as curiosity took the wheel. I hoped off my bed and walked over to the door with the hopes of maybe catching what they were talking about.

“Call them back and tell them we can’t. I mean you see the kind of night she’s having.”

“You don’t think I know that? *sigh* I tried everything, every excuse in the book. Rossi knows us, he knows Y/N. He wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t life or death, you know he wouldn’t.”

“So what are we going to do? She can’t be by herself tonight-“

I backed away from the door as I processed what they’re saying. Uncle Rossi called? That means they were going to the office. They’re leaving me.

The realization brought sadness back to the drivers seat. I walked back over to my bed and crawled under the covers. Maybe it’s better if I’m alone. I don’t want them! I don’t want anyone!

I cried into my shark stuffie as I heard the door open and close again. Then I heard the sound of footsteps over to my bed before I felt someone sit next to me.

“Sweetheart it’s okay. You don’t have to hide it’s just Daddy.” Hotch said as his hand rubbed the top of the blanket.

Okay maybe I was lying when I said I wanted to be alone…because I don’t. I want him to stay!

I peeked my head out from the blanket and was met with Daddy’s worried eyes. He opened his arms to me as a silent invitation, one I happily took. He brought me into his lap and hugged me close. I rested my head on his shoulder as tears fell from my eyes.

“There’s my sweet girl. Now, there’s something we need to talk about.”

The last scared me, and all at once I started crying some more as I shook my head no. I don’t want to hear the bad news.

“It’s okay, you didn’t hear it yet. It’s not a bad thing I promise. It’s just…a change of plans.” Hotch sighed as he began to rub my back to calm me down, “You see, Uncle Rossi called me and he really needs Dada and I to go to the office and work on something. Now normal I would rather you stay home and stay far away from the office. But I can see you really need Dada and I tonight so…you’re going to come to the office with us.”

My sniffles here and there stopped for a moment as I process what he was saying. I would come into the office with them?

I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked at him confused. I would go to his office, like this? And he was okay with it? I mean, his team knows about my regress. One of them even regresses too. Spencer and I are best friends because of it. But everyone else at the FBI doesn’t know.

I guess Daddy could see my confusing because he explained on. “It would only be us, just our team. It’s too late for everyone else to be at the office anyway. Just Aunt JJ, Aunt Emily, Aunt Penelope, Uncle Rossi and Spencer. No one else.”

That put my worries at ease, but it didn’t answer million other questions running through my mind. Before I really understood what was happening, he stood up and made his way over to the dresser.

He paused seeing my hair ties and brush sitting on top. Daddy chuckled, “It’s a good thing I stopped Dada before he brushed your hair. Isn’t that right?”

I mean he wasn’t lying. When it came to doing my hair, Hotch is my favorite person…well after Aunt Penelope, JJ and Emily of course. Morgan…he wasn’t the most gentle when it came to brushing my hair. He sat back on the bed and began to brush and tie my hair.

Once satisfied, he went to my closet and grabbed my usual Little to-go bag. He began packing it with the usuals some coloring books, crayons, toys, my pacifier, and a weighted blanket. But speaking of paci…

Immediately when I saw my favorite pacifier I whined and made grabbie hands for it. Daddy immediately held it up for me as if to say “is this want you want?” When I nodded my head yes repeatedly, he walked over and handed it to me.

I immediately popped it in and felt the rush of relief. There’s something about a paci that just melts away the stress. I held Sharkey close and closed my eyes for a moment, soaking in the nice fuzzy feeling before it disappeared.

Daddy walked back over with a little pacifier clip. He wrapped it around and clipped it to my onesie so I wouldn’t lose it.

Dada popped in with a sippy cup on his hand. He handed it to Daddy before he zipped the bag up. I looked over at Dada and notice the new outfit he was wearing. Actually, now that I’m thinking that I notice Daddy was the same way. Out of their usual at home comfy clothes and back into their stupid work clothes.

“All set?” Hotch asked Morgan.

“Yeah I’m all set. Is she all good?”

“She’s all packed up and ready to go.”

Then they both looked back to me. I just squeezed Sharky and looked away. Dada walked over and kneeled down beside me.

“I know the last thing you want to do tonight is go out. But…” he dragged the but on, “Think of this whole thing like an adventure. Going undercover with your Caregivers at the FBI. You’re our Little agent tonight.”

I lifted my head up and met his eyes. That did sound cool the way he was saying it. I put my arms out to him and made grabby hands to be held.

He never needs to be told twice. He smiled, lifting me up into his arms. “Come on baby, let’s start our adventure.”

Dada carried me to the car with Daddy right behind. In Daddy’s arms, my backpack and his brief case in the other. Daddy hoping in the drivers seat while Dada buckled me into my seat. Once he hopped into the passenger seat, we were off.

The ride to the BAU wasn’t long at all, but with the emotionally exhausting day I’ve been having, I kept nodding off the whole drive. I really only woke up when the SUV came to a stop in the underground parking garage.

Daddy came to my side of the car, helping me with my seatbelt before I hoped out. It was weird seeing the parking garage so empty. Usually it would be filled with cars. Now it had our SUV and the others cars inside of it with the rest of the spots empty.

We made our way to the elevator. “Wanna press 15 for me sweetheart?” Hotch asked. I nodded and happily pressed the button. With that the doors close and we start to go up.

Once the doors opened I immediately started to feel shy. It’s very rare that I go out regressed like this, walking around in my onesie, stuffie in my hands and my paci in my mouth.

But today was a horrible, horrible day. And there was no way I was going to be much older than I am now.

I walk closer to Dada and grab his hand. He holds onto it tightly as I walk sort of hidden behind him.

Once in the bullpen Rossi greeted us. He began briefing Morgan and Hotch on what’s going on. All the big words fly over my head as I stay hidden against Dada’s side.

After a moment he turns and looks at me, “And hello my beautiful niece! How are you doing tonight? Out on a late night adventure?” Rossi smiles.

“She’s not feeling very talkative tonight David.” Hotch explains.

“Aw! That’s no problem. Whatever is most comfortable for my favorite niece in the whole world.” His kindness starts to bring me out of my shell a bit. I turn from Dada’s side to Rossi with a small smile across my face.

“She’s your only niece.” Morgan chuckles.

“Doesn’t make her any less my favorite.” Rossi winks towards me. Again I can’t help but smile.

With my free hand I lift Sharky up to Rossi to see. “Ahh! Well if it isn’t Sharky! He scared me! I thought there was a loose shark in here! You better keep an eye on him Y/N.” He winked.

Rossi looks back up towards Morgan and Hotch and explaining what they needed to do.

Morgan looks to me and squeezes my hand before letting it go, “Alright princess I gotta go do some work. You’re going to go with Daddy, okay? I’ll see you later.”

With a pat to my back and a kiss to the top of my forehead Dada he made a move to leave. But before he could I grabbed his hand again, a whine sounding behind my pacifier.

I could feel Daddy place a hand on my shoulder as Dada turned around and took his hand from me. “I know baby, I know. I promise I’ll be back soon. You stay with Daddy.” He tried to reassure but I shake my head no.

Tears fell from my face as I watched him walk into the middle of the bullpen and take a seat at his desk. I didn’t want this! I want to be home with the two of them!

Daddy picks me up and carried me towards his office, all while rubbing my back and trying to reassure me. Looking over his shoulder I could see the whole team gathering to talk about the case.

Aunt JJ and Emily stand next to Morgan’s desk chatting with him. Not unusual. What is unusual is Spencer. I’ve never seen Spencer outside of our headspaces before. Whenever we hang out he’s regressed with me. So seeing him working and being his usual adult self was an odd shock to my system.

But soon we were in Daddy’s office with the door shutting behind him. All at once the overwhelming office became less overwhelmed with just the two of us together.

He sat his briefcase down on his desk before crossing the office and taking a seat with me on his office couch. “It’s okay. I know, it’s a long day isn’t it? And it keeps getting longer. But I’m here and Dada’s just a few feet away. We’re here.”

Daddy spends a moment reassuring and comforting me. Once my tears stop falling he coaxes me to start to color at his coffee table. “Alright, Daddy’s got to go do some work and while I do why don’t you color a picture for Dada and I? If you need anything you just come over and I’ll help you.”

With a kiss to my forehead, he picked me up and placed me on the couch. He grabs my coloring book, my crayons and my sippy cup and places them all infront of me before he heads to his desk to work.

For a little while I try not to bother him as he types away on his computer and makes phone call after phone call. But after a picture or two I get a bit antsy. I want to be by him or Dada! Not at this stupid coffee table!

So, grabbing Sharky and my weighted blanket, I make my way over to Daddy at his desk. I round the desk and pull on his sleeve.

~~~

Hotch, who can’t even remember his name at the moment with the amount of work he has, snaps out of his fog when he feels a small tug on his sleeve.

Then a small smile creeps across his face as he sees the tired Little standing infront of him, rubbing their eyes with their fist, a yawn or two escaping behind their pacifier.

“Oh, Y/N. What’s the matter sweetheart?” He asks before remembering.

He takes a moment to look them over before asking, “You wanna go to bed sweetheart?” That gets a nod. “Okay, give me a second and I’ll get the couch set up for you.”

But before he even turns back to his computer, Y/N whiles and shakes her head no. That seemed to upset her.

Hotch turns to her once again, this time confused. She wants to sleep, but not on the couch. “What’s the matter honey?” He asked concerned.

Y/N, with tired tears in her eyes, reach out to him with her stuffie and blanket in her arms. Ohhhhhhh. Finally it kicks in.

“You wanna snuggle honey? Okay. Come here, let’s bundle you up first.” Y/N holds onto her shark as Hotch leans forward and wraps her weighted blanket around her. Then he picked her up like a little burrito and sits her on his lap. Her head rest comfortably against his chest as he wraps his arms around her.

“There you go. Comfy?” He asks getting a small nod in agreement. “Alright, you go to sleep. Daddy will be right here to protect you.” Hotch adds with a kiss to her forehead for good measure.

Hotch continues on working with Y/N peacefully sleeping in his arms. Her head pressed again his chest listening to his heart beat, her paci still in her mouth and her shark stuffie held tightly inside her blankie. She’s the most relaxed she had been all day.

An hour flew by before Hotch received a knock at his door. Garcia popped her head in to ask Hotch a question but that quickly flew out the window as she got a look at how adorable Y/N was.

“Oh my gosh!!! Look at her!!” She whispered, practically dying at the sight of Y/N peacefully sleep in Hotch’s arms.

Garcia couldn’t help herself and alerted everyone to the cute sight. Soon everyone was taking a break from their work to pop into Hotch’s office and see Y/N. They all cooed and awed at the adorable Little who only cuddled closer to her Caregiver.

Morgan smirks and rolls his eyes plays fully, “Hey! When is it my turn?”

“Your chances of being president of the FBI are better than you getting Y/N from my arms.” Hotch jokes back. Now that he had the sweet sleeping Little in his arms, he was not letting her go.

[naturesapphic]

Heyyy, is it okay if I send a billie eilish x little reader request!

I really like the show bluey, its kind of embarrassing because yk I'm 19 and like bluey but anyway... just a little fluffy fic of little reader who loves watching bluey is kinda nervous to watch it at first around billie in fear of being made fun of, but she reasures us that there is nothing wrong with us liking bluey! As a suprise, zhe buys us a cute bluey stuffie and watches bluey with us all snuggled up on the couch with a really cozy fluffy blanket and our binkie.

Thank you sm 🥹

Bluey

Caregiver!billie eilish x little!fem!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, age regression

Sitting on the couch with your stuffie and favorite blankie, you were trying to pick what to watch on tv while your mommy was beside you. What you really wanted to watch was bluey but even in your headspace for some reason you were embarrassed to watch it with your mommy. You knew she would never judge you but you just wanted to play it safe. So whenever she would leave or have to go do something you would quickly turn it on.

“Why don’t we watch bluey baby.” Billie suggested and your eyes widened at her suggestion and your mouth dropped opened. Billie chuckled at your expression and carefully closed your mouth. “I know it’s your favorite show baby.” She confessed and your whole face got red. “H-how chu k-knows?” You said shyly and she giggled. “I’m your mommy…I always know.” She joked as she tickles your sides softly making you squeal. “C-chu n-Nu tinks I-it’s weirds?” You question her and she shakes her head. “Baby no. I would never judge or make fun of you in anyway, especially over something you love to watch!” She said smiling down at you.

“I actually got you a little something. I’ll be right back!” Your mommy exclaims in excitement as she gets off the couch and runs upstairs. You curiously watched her and when she came back down she had a bunch of bags in her hands. She goes back over to where you are on the couch and sits beside you with the bags in front of you. “Go ahead baby. Open them, they are all yours.” She said with a wide smile on her face as she watches your face light up. You quickly opened the bags one by one and they revealed a bunch of bluey stuff! You got a new bluey blankie, a bluey binkie, bluey coloring books and crayons, a bluey stuffie and bingo, and toys!

“Tank chus mommy!” You squealed happily as you throw yourself into her arms. She giggles and throws her arms around your body, hugging you tightly against her. “You are so welcome my sweet girl. You deserve it.” She says as she pulls away from the hug and cups your cheeks in her hands. You giggle and press a gentle kiss on her lips making her smile even bigger. “Now…why don’t we cuddle up and watch some bluey hm?” She said and you quickly nodded. You grabbed your new fluffy bluey blanket and handed it to mommy so she could cover the both of you up. You grabbed your stuffies and held it close to your chest as you grabbed your binkie. You placed it on your mouth and started suckling as Billie put on bluey. You giggled and smiled as you watched and Billie fell even more in love with you. Her little baby.

A/n: thank you so much for this amazing request Anon! And hey! I’m 19 and i still watch bluey so you aren’t alone! :D I hope you enjoyed this and I hope everyone else did too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

[madebyrolo]

Holding me and holding back pt.3

⚘.

She/her

Rafe Cameron x pouge reader

summary: Kook vs pouge still exists on the mainland.

obx master list (find mini series here!)

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ───

As you finished doing your hair Rafe finally arrives back from breakfast.

“Good morning princess” Rafe says as he enters the room with just keys.

“Hey babe, where’s breakfast?” You ask as you place a kiss on his cheek in search of your jewelry.

“Change of plans, had the little altercation with Maybank. Thought we go out mainland.” He says with a guilty smile.

You sigh “What happened?”

“Well I was getting coffee and jj happened to be working in the cafe. I order your signature iced cameral macchiato 3 creamers and when I went to go pick it up jj said “hmm got the same coffee order as y/n. are you wearing her black lace pantees too?” hes lucky i didn’t punch him.”

“Rafe come on we talked about this.”

“How does he know what panties you wear? I bough those for you?” He asked as his tounge swiped his lips.

“Rafe we’ve spent days at the chateau and he just probably saw them with my laundry or something calm down” you say putting on a gold necklace.

“You’re right. beside he couldn’t even get in your pants if he wanted too.” He chuckled as he went into the bathroom.

“Oh and I threw the drink at him.”

“RAFE!”

𐙚 -time skip- 𐙚

You and Rafe are sitting on the ferry, hand in hand with matching outfits he insisted on wearing.

“Remember the time when we went to Charlotte too see The Weeknd?” Rafe said looking at you.

“Yeah it was really fun, though it was hard to cover up to the pouges” you say scrunching your face as the sun hit it.

“Ugh why do they get suspicious of your happiness?” He playful rolled his eyes.

“Maybe it’s the fact that they all work 3 jobs a week to survive and I went on a thousand dollar trip for ‘funsies’ but hashtag idk Rafe.” you blanky stated.

“I bet jj had a lot to say”

“Oh the mouth on that boy- wait Rafe enough with the jj jealousy!l

“Not jealous.” He said not even convincing himself.

“What is it then. Love? Obsession?” You joke

“Okay fine jealously…” he said under his breath

“Aww Rafe Cameron’s a bitch??” You gasp dramatically.

“Okay whatever, besides im on the date with you right now”

“Yeah well now believe it.”you go in for a kiss.

“Oh by the way Sarah is on mainland shopping so she’s gonna meet us for brunch.” Rafe said as He pulled away.

“Wait so I’m official meeting your sister?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Duh you’re my girlfriend”

Hearing him say it had butterflies going crazy in your stomach.

“And you already met my parents, and wheez. I’m surprised she hasn’t said anything to Sarah” he said with a small smile.

“You don’t think she’ll like hate me?”

“Why would she hate you?”

“ you know kook, pouge, you practillay started the so called war yourself.”

“Well you're different” Rafe said pushing hair behind your hair.

His comment left you confused, but you just brushed it off.

“Also her and Kiara have some beef. I don’t know what went down but she they don't seem to hide their hatred. ”you say worried.

“And if she hates kie, how do you think she’s gonna react to meeting her bestfriend?” You began hugging yourself in a comforting manner.

“i know how Sarah gets with their drama or whatever, but if you get caught in the crossfire I’ll be there to put it out.” Rafe wrapped a arm around you.

You sat in his embrace trying to save this memory. This is the Rafe you knew.

 ੈ𑁍༘⋆

As you guys exit the ferry, Rafe has a Uber waiting already.

“Okay so we’re doing brunch, then a little sight seeing and shopping. And if all goes well maybe with Sarah.” He said opening the car door falling you in.

“Hopefully with a full stomach it’ll be less intimidating.” You say putting your seatbelt on.

“Giving the fact you both love shopping, and annoying me, the odds may be in your favor.”

“Ha ha very funny” you side eye him.

“In fact I don’t love shopping, you just fueled an addiction.”

“Call me your sugar daddy”

“Oh I will.”

Soon enough you guys arrive to the restaurant.

As you guys enter the restaurant you sit a table. The waiter hands 2 menus, soon asking for a third. You order a waters for now until Sarah arrives.

“So you think we can hit up Victor secret for a new set? Because jj seen my hopefully now old ones” you said with a fake grimace.

“I’ll buy you as many as you want if we can burn all the ones he’s seen.” He said looking through the menu.

“So why today am i meeting Sarah?” you ask Rafe taking a gulp of your water.

“Why not? Besides plans were ruined cause of your friends.” he smirked

His comment pissed you off a bit. You hate when he talks shit about the pouges, your best friends.

“Maybe if you didn't assualt them we wouldn't have a problem.” you scoff

“They don't know a ounce of respect, so why should I?” Rafe crossed his arms

“Because your a good person Rafe” you put down your glass.

“So you're agreeing with me, they terrible people?” he says

“Not even a little bit. I'm just saying be the bigger person.”

“I mean I got the big dick so I pretty much am-”

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom I’ll be right back.” You cut him off, sliding your now empty water glass.

You get up walking around the back to the restroom.

As you wash your hands you pull your phone and check the messages you’ve gotten practically spammed with.

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⌞ Pope hitting the Dougie. ⌝

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9:38am

What does the j stand for: Rafe just threw coffee in my face😍

Kiki do you love me: omg what!?

Johnathan: wow can’t tell if should laugh or ?

What does the j stand for: why is there a or.

Hope 🥺: Since I’m a good person I won’t be laughing in this group chat.

Kiki do you love me: I see him giggling at the table while im working at the wreck.

What does the j stand for: wow okay I see where I stand in this friendship 🕳️ 🚶🏼‍♂️

Johnathan: he did say group chat…

Kiki do you love me: what even happened ?

Hope 🥺: open his mouth ♡ hearted by 2 people

What does the j stand for: to sum it all up I called him a sissy because he had the same coffee order as y/n

Johnathan: LMFAOOO

Kiki do you love me: wow okay that’s kinda funny 😭

Hope 🥺:ohh now I want a iced caramel macchiato

Johnathan: that’s like the most basic order jj. I’m gonna laugh because you yourself in that position.

What does the j stand for: no but like he even got the extra 3 creamers….

Kiki do you love me: y/n has good coffee orders you can’t blame her 🤷🏽‍♀️

Hope 🥺: omg Twinem!!

Johnathan: okay pope has been too funny and it’s only 8am

10:07am

What does the j stand for: I quit before I could get fired 🤞🏼

Johnathan: you lasted 2 months. That’s the longest you held a job!!!

Kiki do you love me: woohh the bear minimum !!

Hope 🥺: how’d you know you would get fired

What does the j stand for: it’s Rafe.

Johnathan: I’m assuming you’re coming over?

What does the j stand for: yes master.

Kiki do you love me: count me and pope in. I’m gonna try to leave early then I’ll pick him up.

What does the j stand for: y/n you in?

Kiki so you love me: is she even alive, she hasn’t texted all morning.

Hope 🥺: so that’s why the birds are singing

Johnathan: you’re killing me pope.

12:34pm

What does the j stand for: y/n wya.

Kiki do you love me: I swear if ur still sleeping…

Hope 🥺: hate to admit it but kinda want you here. Jjs yapping away

Johnathan: #missingyou 🩷🩷

Hope 🥺: #wakeup

💬

God you completely forgot about the pouges.

What do you tell them? This is like your 6th trip to the mainland, they’re gonna start to get suspicious.

Y/n: I had to go with my mom to see my aunt sorry guys :(

Perf.

Hope 🥺: I thought you went last week?

Damn you pope.

Y/n: she’s old pope.

Now that isn’t a lie.

You put your phone away, quickly recollecting yourself in the mirror and heading back out.

As you walk towards the table you see the second blonde Cameron.

Ohh things just got real.

Rafe spots you soon getting up before you can reach the table.

“So Sarah I want you to meet y/n, my girlfriend.” He said with a genuine smile.

He wraps he arm around your waist as she also gets up.

She looks you up and down, analyzing you like an fbi angent.

“Hey Sarah. It’s nice to meet you.” You say breaking the ice. Very cold ice.

“Nice to meet you too y/n” she said reaching her hand out for a handshake.

You took it, her grip somewhat firm but you couldn’t help but notice how aware she was.

“so let’s sit! I’m starving the ferry ride was long!” Rafe said trying to ease the tension.

“Oh the menu looks good” Rafe says examining it thoroughly.

“Rafe we’ve been here before” Sarah say looking up at him through her menu.

The waitress comes up with a notepad before Rafe can argue back.

“Welcome to sunny kitchen, my names Anne I will be your server for today. What can I get started for you?” The waiter said in fake happiness.

“Ice cameral macchito.” You and Sarah both say in unison.

“Oh sorry you go first” Sarah smiles

“Uh ice cameral macchiato with 3 creams” you tell the waitress

“Same for me” Sarah says

“I’ll take an orange juice” Rafe says as the waitress writes it all down.

“Alright I’ll be back with your drinks!”

“Didn’t know you guys had the same coffee order” Rafe spoke up.

“Cameral macchiatos are literally my babies.” You say throwing your head back

“Ugh they’re so good I made our dad buy me whole coffee set up. Expreso machine, the syrups everything.” Sarah agrees

“Ive noticed, I love making rafe make me one. It's like playing barista”

“You force me.” Rafe hits you with the menu

You both giggle at the annoyance of Rafe. So far so good.

“So what are you thinking of getting?” You ask Sarah.

“Hmm maybe like the sunny platter, how about you?”

“Chicken and waffles, they have the best waffles here I swear, there so fluffy.” You smile at her.

Ice starting to melt.

“I think I’m gonna get a salad.” Rafe joked putting the teacher's finger in front of his lips.

You guys all giggle as the waitress comes and drops off your drinks.

“Are you guys ready to order?”

you guys order tator-tots for appetizers and you out in your orders. You guys have been chating away, you and Sarah not had one bad interaction so far.

“Wait so Rafe accidentally knocked on your parent's window thinking it was yours?” Sarah asked completely losing it.

“Yes and it was like 2 am too, he was waiting and my dad went outside and chased him with a bat” you guys are in a laughing fit while Rafe is sitting arms crossed.

“Glad you guys find my trama funny. It was terrifying it was pitch black and all I can hear is his screaming” he said rolling his eyes.

“don’t try sneak out at 2am maybe?” Sarah commented.

“He was wearing all back too, he genuinely looked like he was gonna cause a home invasion!”

The waitress soon brought your plates.

“Here’s the chicken and waffles, sunny platter, and sunny side. Enjoy your meal!”

You all began to dig in, sharing small comments about the food being absolutely amazing.

“Why can’t there be food like this on the banks” you say practically moaning.

“Honestly I would pay for a sunny kitchen franchise” Rafe agreed

“we need to do this more” Sarah smiled at you.

We now have a watered down caramel macchiato. Wooh!! 

Soon you guys are walking around town, window shopping, photo ops, small talk.

You and Sarah and hitting it off, you guys like the same music, clothes, coffee order.

Rafe is glad your guys are getting along and you were too.

“I wanna find a cute sundress, my mom’s forces me to go to church with my grandma and I want to at least look cute before she stuffs me into floral hell.” You say walking into a boutique.

“Get whatever you want, all on me.”’Rafe says planting a kiss on your head.

“I’ll seat here, you girls go crazy.” He says sitting on the small couch.

“Since you’re getting a dress I guess have to get a dress. I don’t wanna be the weirdo who doesn’t get a dress you know?” Sarah jokes are you began flipping through racks.

As you go through dress after dress, you feel vibrations coming for your phone. You know it’s the pouges but you refuse to check. You feel bad for ditching them for the Cameron’s and it doesn’t help that you’re dress shopping with Sarah. You were just doing the same with Kie.

“Y/n this would look so good on you!” Sarah said showing you a blue floral bustier sun dress.

“Oh my god that’s so cute!” You say grabbing it.

Soon you guys are both in the dressing room showing your items giving each other a fashion show.

“You think this tops cute” you ask Sarah looking in the mirror.

“Yeah it’s cute and casual, you can wear it anywhere.” She answered.

“What about this skirt?” Sarah asks adjusting the length.

“If you dont get it I will.” You comment.

“Are you girls done it’s been like almost 2 hours?” Rafe yells from the dressing room entrance.

“Rafe if you want us counting your girlfriend, to look cute, you should shut up.” Sarah tells him earning giggles from you.

“We should hurry up though it’s getting late and I don’t wanna miss the ferry like last time. It was hard making up an excuse to the pouges.” You say changing back into your regular clothes waiting for Sarah to finish up.

“I don’t understand how you can be friend with them” Sarah tells you leaving the dressing room.

“That’s what Rafe says too. Were like sardines, always together.” You smile to yourself.

“What do they think about you and Rafe?” She asks.

“Uh they don’t actually know.” You say putting your things on the counter.

Soon Rafe takes a notice goes up to the counter to begin to pay. You and Sarah sit on the couch counting your conversation.

“Why haven't you told them?” she asked.

“Because I know they’ll freak. They don’t exactly like the your family let alone any kook. Jj and Rafe were at each other throats all the time and I know you and Kiara have your history.” A flat smile forms on your lips.

“Honestly why do you care what they think? If you’re happy they should accept that”

“I know but we’ve been with each other since diapers, knowing they could throw our entire friendship away just because of a boy doesn’t make it any easier,” you say looking at Rafe.

“Honestly y/n I’ve seen the way you and Rafe have an effect on each other, that’s actual love. I know we’ve just met not even 4 hours ago but you're respectful, caring, and kind, like one of the most genuine persons I’ve known. If the pouges throw you to the side of the road just because of my bother they don’t seem like the perfect people you paint them to be.” She says

“And with Kiara, what happened is she called the cops on my party after I didn’t invite her. I know it was wrong of me but she didn’t have the right to ruin my birthday. I think she was and is a very shellfish person, and if you think that’s the way they would treat you just because you’re in love that makes them all shellfish.” Sarah says with kind eyes.

“If I can be honest with you Sarah, I think you’re right. I’m just scared to admit it. I know it’s wrong for me to say it but sometimes I can’t help but to think if I were to grow up on the other side how different I would be. Me and Pope are the only ones who actually think about our future while the rest think about the moment. They wanna do fun spontaneous things but I want to at least have a safety plan.”

Is what you would’ve said to her. But all that came out of your mouth was

“you don’t know them like I do”

Soon Rafe comes up drowning in shopping bags.

“A little help wouldn’t hurt,” he says trying to balance 10 bags.

You all are sitting in the ferry, you and Rafe are sitting together while Sarah on a different side. Rafe is scrolling on his phone while you’re looking into the harbor.

You get up to find Sarah, you couldn’t let the day end without having one last conversation.

“Hey Sarah” you greet as she looks up from her phone.

“Hey y/n” she smiles

“I just want to say it was spending the day with you. You’re really cool and like the best and worst person to shop with” you both giggle “and I wanna thank you for listening to me, I gunesilly like the advice you gave me. I can admit I’m scared of confronting them and we both have a good idea of what would happen if I do, but I just can’t help but feel torn between these two worlds.” You confess.

“Do you love Rafe?” She asks

“I’m mean we’ve been seeing eachother for like almost 5 months, it’s too soon-”

“Do you love Rafe?” She asks one more time.

“Yes” you sigh “But please don’t say anything-”

“Im not going too. But if you love him you should be with him. It’s not them who are kissing Rafe it’s you.”

“Yeah you’re right. They should be happy for me, I’m always there when jj survives night surfing or when Kiara ‘got her revenge’.” you and Sarah smile

“But if all goes wrong you got Rafe and me. i can agree today has been a wonderful day and if there is more of this in the future.”

“Enough with me, I've heard you have a little thing with Topper huh? Spill!” you asked Sarah who had faint blush on her cheeks.

“Well i guess you can say we're official, Topper’s sweet and kind. He's not like the others who always want more.” she said playing with her fingers.

“Aww you're blushing!”

“Whatever, but sometimes he just feels like, i dont know. Clingy?”

“Oh tell me about it, the first month with Rafe he wouldn't keep his hands off of me, always spamming me with stupid memes” you began blushing.

“But once time passed we got more comfortable, our friendship grew. he was and is my best friend now. Sometimes we fight like friends too but at the end of the day we still have each other”

“I want what you and Rafe have, i hate to admit it but I'm jealous of him. Never repeat those words to anyone.” she pointed her finger at You “You guys are like perfect!” she groaned

“I wouldn't say perfect but maybe with time you and Topper will be your perfect.”

“Yeah but, i dont know. Like he's great and all but-” she made a face no boy would understand but only a girl would.

“You just don't want it with him.” you finish for her.

“Oh god, am I a bad person?” she says laying her head on the ship wall.

“No no, you just know what you want. If you lead him on that's a mess you don't wanna clean up.”

You looked at Sarah and she had a very unfaithful look.

“But you never know, maybe one day you'll feel something that makes sense you know? Like he's the one.”

“With topper?”

“With anyone. I knew it with your brother when he randomly picked me up and surprised me with the perfect date. He got my favorite flowers, went to my favorite dinner, he for everything write and I didn't tell him a thing.”

“So he just knew”

“Yeah, he knew” just as you finished, you turned too see Rafe walking up to you guys.

“There's my girl,” he says placing a kiss on your forehead and handing you a Cherry Coke he got from a vending machine.

“Ugh that is what I mean!” Sarah complains

“Just give it time, you don't have to worry about love right now you're just 16. ‘Got your whole life ahead of you. It can be now, next year, hell even next week.” you sat giving her a hopeful smile.

“What is she whining about now?” Rafe jerks his head towards his sister.

“Boy stuff” Rafe fakes gagged.

You and Sarah shared a small side hug.

You guys sat together the whole ride back

Never in your life, did you expect to be this close to the Camerons.

Sarah was refreshing, she wasn't silently judging, she understood your jokes, she cared about what you had to say, didn't laugh or call you a pussy for showing your emotions. You both were excited for back to school season (for the shopping only though) and even planned study dates. all the guilt washed away.

Sarah was now one of your closest friends, spilling deep secrets, cracking jokes, endless selfies.

Now you guys are in Rafe's truck, he's driving you home with the gifts he got you and your mom (obviously she loves him)

You get out of the truck, Rafe following behind grabbing your bags. Before you shut your door Sarah says goodbye.

“Remember sleepover next weekend alright? Don't let Rafe take you away.” she smiles as you say your goodbyes and shit the door.

Rafe puts the bags in your room also saying his goodbyes and hello to your parents.

You slide into your duvet covers, scrolling through your massages and finally replying to your friends after such a good day, even meeting your new best friend.

Who knows? Maybe next week you and Sarah will be buying matching jewelry. Let's just hope the pouges dont get suspicious.

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ──

Part three :))

Thanks for the love on this story <33

excuse any typos

[whohasthecards]

Mav, Jake, & Blankie

Mav gifts Jake a soft blanket with letters or the alphabet printed all over it.

Jake: What's this, pops? Isn't this a kid's blanket?

Mav: Took me a while, but I found one that'll actually cover you head to toe.

Jake (grinning): Not used to shopping for blankets my size, Mav?

Mav (rolling his eyes): Ha-Ha very funny, kid.

Jake: Yes I'm hilarious, but seriously, what's up with the alphabet print, pops? I ain't an actual kid, I'm a big boy who knows his A, B, Cs

Mav: Not according to how you got your callsign

Jake (smiling sharply): Haven't you heard from Bradshaw, pops? I got my callsign from leaving people hanging, he's the one that coined it after all

Mav: I heard from Bradley that you already had a callsign when he met you, that you got it for a bunch of spelling mistakes you made in one of your reports.

Jake: ....

Mav: He also told me he got mad at you after a training hop, and he shouted that Hangman was the name of someone who would always leave a man behind. People latched on to that story. Didn't think you would have latched on as well, son

Jake (smiling bitterly): It's the story most people know and believe. You gotta own it, or the Navy'll eat ya alive.

Mav: We know that you aren't that. Your team knows that. I'm proud of you, son. For getting where you are now. This blanket is a reminder that you have to be proud of yourself too. Hangman isn't the name of some random asshole, Hangman is the name of some--

Jake: Asshole that can't spell?

Mav: I was going to say some human who makes the occassional mistake, but that works too, buddy.

Jake (runs his hands through the blanket, his throat getting tighter): ... Thank you, Mav.

Mav (claps Jake's shoulder): Of course, son. Enjoy your blankie (Mav grins widely)

Jake (chokes out a laugh): Fuck you, pops (buries his face into the blanket)

Mav pulls the kid into a hug, feeling the kid relax in his arms, taking deep breaths. He was always there to remind his kids that he sees them as who they are, not as who they think they have to be.

[lottiesboy]

cheer up, baby!!

pairing: cg!camila dunne x little!reader x little!karen sirko

summary: you’d been fussy the entire morning, so camila and karen get you calmed down.

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, mama!camila, big sib!karen, crying, babyre, karen is around 4, reader is around 1, my first djats fic pls be kind to me

you were always a sensitive little baby when regressed, but today you would fuss at the drop of a hat. camila thought once you had a nap, you would feel a little better. you woke up in your crib, already wanting your mama to come get you. you started to cry, catching the attention of karen walking past your door.

"bubba?" karen walked in, the door creaking open. "bubbaaa, why crying?" she stuck her hands through the crib bars, trying to comfort you. it took karen a while but she managed to get the bars of your crib down so she could get in and cuddle with you. "s'okay, bubba." she covered the both of you with your blankie.

"karen, what's going on?" camila walked in your room, hearing your little cries. "heard bubba cryin'." karen laid her head on your shoulder. "oh, sweetie..." camila came over and sat down, pulling you into her lap. "where's that paci, huh?" she looked through your blankets until she found it. she pushed it into your mouth, finally silencing your cries. "i know, mi vida... aww, sh sh shh." she bounced you, rubbing your back. "mama's here, sweet baby."

karen gave you your stuffie and your blankie before putting her own paci in her mouth. you eventually calmed down with the help of your mama and your big sister. "bubba no cry!!!" karen clapped, smiling behind her paci. "that's right, my girl!!! you're such a good sissy, aren't you?" camila pinched her cheek.

“s’okay, bubba.” karen scooted over to hug you, kissing you on the cheek innocently. camila smiled at the sweet moment shushing you occasionally.

you were still a whiny but your paci was soothing you a lot. karen saw that you were still a little fussy and she wanted to cheer you up. she got up in a flash, running out of your room. “aye, no running in the house, darling. where are you going?” camila asked.

“gonna get toy, mama.” karen was gone for a while, and camila heard some rumbling from karen’s room. “what is your sissy gonna do, huh?” your mama smiled, booping your nose.

karen came back with her cat keyboard, sitting back down on your crib. “bubba, look. sound like cat, see?” she pressed on one key, the keyboard making a “meow” sound. you cooed, smiling a little behind your paci.

karen played old mcdonald key after key, earning praise and applause from camila when she was done. “bubba play.” karen gave you the toy, letting you tap all the different keys. every time the toy would meow, you would find it hilarious.

“i think someone’s a happy baby now, hmm??” camila bounced you on her lap, smiling at your sweet little coo. you and karen spent the rest of the day playing with the cat keyboard and camila would smile every time she heard the cat meow from across the house.

[nicnak20]

I'm a big kid now:

*Trevor wants to be seen as a big boy, but it's very hard when his parents- especially Nicholas- only seem to see him as their little one. This prompts Trevor to go on a strike but with surprising results.*

The sun had just begun to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as it slowly dipped below the horizon. Inside the cozy home of the loving family, three-year-old Trevor sat on the couch, his coco brown eyes wide with determination as he turned the pages of his favorite picture book. His parents, Nicholas and Yn, sat across from him in the living room, watching their little boy with warm smiles.

"Trevor," Nicholas called out gently, "it's getting close to your bedtime, buddy. Why don't you come give your daddy a goodnight kiss?"

Trevor's face scrunched up and he shook his head, pouting. "No! I'm a big boy now. I don't need kisses and stories and blankies. Big boys don't do that stuff."

Yn chuckled softly and patted the seat beside her. "Come here, sweetie. Let's talk about this."

The little boy begrudgingly climbed off the couch and padded over to his mother. She pulled him into her arms and smoothed down his brown hair. "Trevor, you'll always be our little boy. We love you so much and like to give you kisses and cuddles, even when you get bigger. It's how we show you our love."

"But Daaaaddy kissed my boo-boo today after I fell down. That's for babies! And you always give me milk and rub my tummy and read me stories before bed. I'm too old for that now!" Trevor insisted, his lower lip jutting out.

Nicholas held out his arms to his son. "C'mere, big guy. Daddy's kisses will always make the boo-boos better, no matter how old you get."

Trevor hesitated a moment before running to his father and climbing into his lap. Nicholas pulled him close and peppered the boy's chubby cheek with kisses, ignoring his fidgeting. "I love you, Trev. Never too old for Daddy's kisses."

Just then, a loud rumble of thunder sounded outside, making Trevor jump. The boy's eyes went wide with sudden fear. "Daddy, the thunder is so loud! Is it a big scary monster coming to get us?"

"Of course not, son. It's just a storm. But we'll keep you safe," Nicholas assured him, moving to lay Trevor down in his racecar bed. He couldn't help but chuckle as the little boy crossed his arms stubbornly.

"I don't need a blankie. Big boys use grownup covers."

Yn was getting ready for bed herself and decided to let Nicholas handle this one. She kissed her son goodnight and slipped out of the room.

Nicholas pulled out a familiar storybook, the one Trevor loved best. "How about one quick story before sleep? Just a little one. Then I'll give you your warm milk."

"No! I'm not a baby!" Trevor protested, even as he inched closer to his dad so he could see the pictures better. Maybe he would allow just one story…

After an expertly read tale of brave knights and dragons, Nicholas lifted the sleepy boy to stand up. He pulled back the soft blue covers on the racecar toddler bed. "Okay, in you go. I'll be right back with your milk."

Trevor allowed himself to be tucked in, then promptly sat back up, still pouting. When Nicholas returned with the warm cup of milk, he turned his head away. "I already told you, I don't want any baby milk!"

Nicholas sighed and set the cup aside. He sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at his son. "Trevor, you'll always be my baby boy, even when you're all grown up. I love you so much and I want to give you all my love. I know you want to be a big boy now, but some things, like kisses and cuddles, are for always. They're how Mommy and Daddy show you we love you more than anything."

Trevor thought about this for a moment, then held out his arms. "Okay…I guess I can have one kiss and a little milk, since I'm scared of the thunder. But no blankie!"

Nicholas grinned and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek before handing him the cup. "Deal, big guy. Drink up."

Trevor dutifully drank the milk, then handed the cup back. Before he could stop him, Nicholas pulled him close and kissed his cheek again. "Sweet dreams, son. I love you."

"Mmmhmm…love you too, Daddy," Trevor mumbled, his eyes already drooping.

He was soon fast asleep, safe in his father's arms. Nicholas laid him down and pulled the soft blanket up over him. He kissed Trevor once more then slipped quietly out of the room.

Down the hall, he met Yn coming out of their bedroom. "How'd it go? I heard some protests in there," she asked softly.

"I think he's coming around to the idea that he'll always be our baby, no matter how big he gets," Nicholas replied with a smile. "He let me kiss him goodnight."

Yn hugged her husband. "Our little boy is growing up so fast. I can't believe he's three already."

"I know. He's such a sweet kid. Always so full of curiosity and adventure." Nicholas hugged her back. "I'm gonna miss these days of reading to him and rubbing his belly. But we'll always be here for him, no matter what."

Yn kissed him softly. "Always. Now, let's get some sleep while we can. Tomorrow, who knows what our little guy will decide to protest next?"

The next morning, Trevor came bounding into the kitchen where his parents were having coffee. "Daddy! Mommy! Guess what? I dreamed about the big scary monsters last night! They were so loud and had big pointy teeth!"

Nicholas scooped him up in a hug. "Aw, buddy, I'm so sorry you had a scary dream. But you know what? Daddy and Mommy will always keep you safe from any monsters, real or imaginary. We love you so much!"

"Uh huh. I want kisses from you both," Trevor declared, holding out his chubby arms.

Yn laughed and swooped in for a hug and kiss too. "Of course, baby boy. Any time you want."

Nicholas kissed his cheek again. "You know what would be great, since we love you so very much? If you drank some warm baby milk while we eat breakfast!"

Trevor pouted a bit at the mention of baby milk, but then shrugged. "Okay…I guess I can have a little. Since you love me so much and there might be monsters."

Nicholas and Yn exchanged a look over his head, both thinking their son was just the sweetest thing ever. They knew there would be many more protests of 'I'm a big kid!' as Trevor grew. But they would be there through it all, giving him their unconditional love.

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : VALENTINES DAY WITH MIA

“Oh mama are you otay?”

You nod, you spit out the mouth wash and dry your hands. “Yes baby thank you.”

“Why are you sicky?” Mia asks confused and worried.

You smile, “Your baby brother doesn’t like the smell of ketchup.”

“But ketchup is the best.” She sounds offended.

She goes towards you and places her little hands on your small bump “EZ, chup is the best with nuggets and fries.”

“It’s okay baby, it’s just for now.” You brush her hair out of her face.

You hear the front door being closed and Mia looks up at you excitedly. “Daddy?”

You nod in confirmation, he had texted you he was five minutes away so you knew it’ll be him and no one else.

“Where are my girls?” He calls out.

Mia runs towards him “Daddy hi- wow that’s pretty.”

“Not as pretty as you.” Jack says.

“You silly daddy.” Mia chuckles, covering her mouth.

“I am, aren't I?”

Mia nods, and admires what Jack had come home with. “Lloons.” She points at the balloons.

“These are for you Mia bug, and these flowers as well.” He hands her the balloons and the little bucket filled with pink roses. “And these are for mama.”

“Thank you baby, Happy Valentine’s Day.” You go and peck his lips and admire the roses.

“Oh thanks yous daddy.” She hugs her dad and looks at you. “You like yours mama?”

You nod. “I really do, they're gorgeous.”

“So this is the plan, we’ll have a paint date with you Bug, then your tío Clay will come over and babysit you, so mommy and I can go on a date.”

Mia furrows her eyebrows. “I go with yous.”

“It’ll be past your bedtime baby.”

“But mama sicky, I take care of her.” She then walks to you. “Mama I go?”

You smile at that, you lower yourself so you can be eye level with your daughter. “Princess, daddy and I will go have dinner and we’ll be back so fast. We’ll cuddle in bed and watch movies with you. But you’ll have to be a good girl for tío Clay.”

“Okay.” She answers sadly.

“I bought lots of color paints Mia, we can go in the backyard and do lots of paintings and make some for your little brother.” Jack says, coming to hold her and help you back up.

“Okay deal.”

“Go get your brushes and I’ll set everything up outside.”

She nods and runs off to her playroom.

Jack turns to you and raises his eyebrows. “You got sick?”

“She was eating chicken nuggets, and you know how crazy she goes with the ketchup. The smell has never been my favorite, but this time around it made me nauseous. Little dude doesn’t like the smell apparently.”

“Our daughter is just like you, thoughtful, caring and nurturing.”

“She worries her little heart out about everyone, she just wants to make sure we’re all good.” You smile at that.

“We’re doing an amazing job with her huh?”

You nod. “We should be proud. Now go set up her painting section before she comes.”

“You go rest, dinner is at seven.” He gives you a kiss and caresses your bump. “Let your mama get a nap in little man.”

“But I want to see my babies paint.” You pout.

“Fine, but the moment I see you’re about to get sick, I’m sending your ass upstairs.” He goes to grab the bags and the big canvas so they can paint.

“Yesss sir.” You smirk.

“Don’t get me started now.” He smacks your ass. “Thank you for the gifts, I loved them baby”

“Go, I’ll wait for the princess.”

You walk towards the playroom to see what was taking Mia so long to get her brushes. “What’s going on bug?”

“I wanted to take some blankies so you can sit wif us.”

“I think daddy has all of that. Come on.”

You both hand in hand walk to the backyard and see the set up Jack has begun. He has blankets all over the grass, snacks, paints and a canvas.

“So pretty daddy nice job”

“Thank you baby, now come on let’s get to painting.”

That’s how you spend your Valentine’s Day afternoon, with your husband and your daughter. Lots of laughs, some pizza and you even got in a nap with them.

Valentine’s Day will always be different for you and Jack, but good different because now you’ll have little ones to celebrate with too and you couldn’t wait until your little boy was born and witness how great his daddy and sister are.

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The hallway was approaching as husk, alastor, charlie, and lucifer walked towards it giving a tour. Husk followed behind in the back as charlie and alastor mainly gave the tour.

Earlier that day an old "friend" of Alastor's had shown up, while husk knows of them slightly he tried to warn alastor that the “friend” might be here only to cause trouble. Alastor took it the wrong way and ended up yelling at husk and told him to stay in his lane or he would use his screams for the radio.

Scared husk ended up running away, running into what he thought was room but was auctally angeldust. Angel looked at husk who was panicking, covering his heart which was going at the speed of light.

Angel quickly went over to husk “hey hey.. what’s going on..?” He asked husk as he looked at him worried

“a-al..scary…u-uh.. panicking… feel weird..” husk said as he looked at him and quickly looked away

“alright.. I need you to think of 5 things that you can see”

Husk looked around the room “uh..fat nuggets…your bed… your shoes… a stuffed animal.. a-nd you..”

“good..” angel said softly “now how bout 4 things you can feel..”

“my arm.. my shirt..my shoes.. my belt.. my tail..”

“good..” he said noticing how husk had calmed down “is it ok if I hug you?..” he asked

husk nodded softly as angel went and gently wrapped his arms around him

husk leaned into his chest as he gently held onto him “I feel weird..”

“watcha mean doll?”

“like.. my head feels.. soft..?” Husk said trying to find the best way to describe it

“like.. regression..?” Angel asked. Usually husk always took care of angel when he was regressed so this was definitely new, but none the less angel didn’t mind especially if he knew it would help husk

”uh.. maybe..? I ain’t uh to sure”

“how about we try..?”

Husk nodded softly as he gently led husk to where his regression gear was and sat down. husk went and gently curled up on angels side as angel wrapped his arms around him. “Wanna.. try a Paci?” Husk thought about it and shook his head no “ok.. how about a Teether..?” Husk thought about it and nodded softly. Angel handed him a clean Teether and held it gently to his mouth, husk starred to chew on it softly as angel kissed the top of his forehead.

a small yawn had escaped from husk as angle looked at him “is someone tired..?” He asked softly

husk nodded softly as then angel picked up husk and carried him to the bed. He curled up with husk, gently holding him in his arms as he covered husk with a blanky. Angel ran his hand through his hair as he kissed his forehead softly. Husk closed his eyes as he soon fell asleep, gently purring. Angel smiled softly as he soon fell asleep with him, happy he was able to help him for once.

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[eggcompany]

Sleep Sounds

Thranduil always loved rocking his baby to sleep. Getting to hold him close and make him safe. Thranduil felt joy and a fulfilling kind of happiness. But what happens when your baby grows up and doesn't need or what your help anymore? Thranduil goes through the process of having his baby grow up. But sometimes even when they grow up, they still need you.

Or Legolas is sleep deprived and wants Ada cuddles.

Thranduil smiled as he gently rocked back and forth. His heart full of love for the tiny little body wrapped up in his arms. 

Thranduil always loved rocking his baby to sleep. Getting to hold him close and make him safe. Even after crying for hours, Thranduil still felt joy and a fulfilling kind of happiness. It filled his soul with pure warmth of love to hold the divine little baby in his arms. Though the child could fit in one of his hands he appreciated the weight of him in his arms. He really loved hearing the baby breathe through the night and feeling the fragile little gusts of air. He usually recited stories in his mind while holding the child, he would tell the stories later when the baby understood and wouldn’t wake up and wail like a banshee. 

“Ada! Adar. I wan one of you blankets. I wan a big boy blanky!” The little child said as he sat in the chair that could hold about six of him. He watched his father smile lightly and got a blanket off his bed. 

“Yes I know. You’re a big boy. Now hop up, I very well can’t sit in your lap, now can I?” Thranduil brought over his heavy light blue blanket and sat down in the old rocking chair. Legolas happily sat and snuggled up to his father. 

Thranduil happily tossed the blanket over the both of them and using the tips of his toes he started rocking back and forth lightly. Within minutes he heard Legolas’s deep breaths even out and his little snores. ‘Sleep sounds ’. Thranduil waited a few more minutes before he wrapped his blanket around his baby and gracefully walked down to the connecting room where his son usually resides. He gently laid the small body on the mattress there and covered him up. Thranduil watched him sleep for a moment before kissing his forehead. 

“Good night my Lissi lapse.” 

( Lissi lapse- sweet baby)

“Father! I am too old for this! I’m practically grown. If you want to go sit in the dumb old chair then do so by yourself. I’m busy!” Legolas said as he walked past his father. Thranduil stood, arms still open from where he offered a hug. His heart broke. His son too old to sit with him? His baby is grown? He no longer wanted his fathers affections?

Thranduil dropped his arms and frowned. His chest hurt with heartbreak. He knew this would happen. All babies grow up and leave and don’t need your help anymore. 

Alcohol had been Thranduil’s answer to the tremendous heartbreak. Lots and Lots of alcohol. Thranduil's eventually made it back to his bedroom. He glanced at the chair. He slumped down into it. This is where he had told his son stories about their people, about animals and plants, where he answered every single one of his questions. This is where he was vulnerable. This was a place to show love and be snuggled. Thranduil teared up as he thought about everything that happened in this chair. 

Legolas was rocked to sleep here for years, decades, more than a century. Legolas had been rocked here when he was sick and when he broke his leg. Thranduil had read him books in this chair and taught him how to spell and braid. Legolas had turned into a wild toddler and then into a lanky little leaf. Thranduil watched his baby grow from this chair. Everything important had happened in this chair. When Thranduil had fallen ill with fever Legolas had brought him stolen snacks from the kitchen to this chair. 

Tears burnt down his face that night. He rocked himself back and forth and before long the alcohol threw him into a fitful sleep in the chair. The king woke up too early in the morning. He was sat up and automatically reached forward to cradle his son but when his hands met nothing. He frowned and remembered what happened. He tore himself away from the chair and threw himself into his own bed, facing away from the chair. Their chair. 

Days pass and Legolas doesn’t come to sit with him. Days, weeks, months, years. Thranduil couldn’t bear to move the chair though. He sat in it occasionally and rocked himself to sleep. Sometimes when Legolas got injured and refused to let Thranduil anywhere near him, sometimes when Legolas said something that brought good memories back, and sometimes when his heart felt empty, the king would get an old tattered baby blanket and wad it up and rock it to sleep, letting his tears wash away the unloved feeling. 

Legolas was out hunting orcs and being well... grown. He was a strong young man and a great prince to his people. But Thranduil still wanted to father him. He still wanted to wipe his face when he got dirty, he still wanted to pick him up and carry him when he looked exhausted, and he still wanted to wrap him up in a blanket and rock him to sleep in their chair. Thranduil still wanted to love his baby. 

Years pass and the young prince doesn’t need him. But it’s okay. He gets used to it. Thranduil’s night in the chair dwindle down to a point where he doesn’t even look at the object anymore. But he never moved it. He will always keep it in his room. 

One night when Thranduil laid facing the door and he heard his door knob jiggle a bit. He closed his eyes and listened to the lighter than air footsteps walked through till they neared his bed. No elf in this realm would ever dare to disturb the king like this. No, everyone would knock and await an answer.  He heard whoever it was sniffle and shift something, a blanket maybe, and sit down in the chair. Everyone knew that that chair was not for anyone except the king and his child. His child. Legolas usually knocked like everyone else nowadays. He treated his father like everyone else did. Perhaps not tonight though. 

Thranduil opened his eyes just a bit. Just enough to watch his son, dressed in his green nighty, sniffle and wipe his tears and sit down in the chair. He looked so young, so small. He curled up so his feet were flat against the seat and his back was against one of the arms. He pulled a green cotton knit blanket up over him.

Thranduil sat up, pushing himself up with one arm, and Legolas whipped his head around at the sound of his father’s bed creaking. 

“I’m sorry! I should have knocked or waited until tomorrow! I’m sorry Ada!” ( Ada- father)   Legolas said hurriedly and stood up, his nighty caught on a loose splinter and he frantically tried to unhook it. Thranduil rose up from his bed and grabbed his son’s blanket. 

“Legolas, do you want to rock yourself or do you want me to hold you? You need to sleep, mime yondo.” ( mime yondo- my son )  Thranduil said with a concerned look painting his features. Legolas just shrunk into himself and held onto his blanket. He finally got the edge of his pajama uncaught from the chair and he brought his other hand to hold his blanket where it hung between him and his father. He looked just like when he used to want something but didn’t want to ask for it. 

Thranduil waited and looked down at his son’s face. There were dark circles under his eyes and his eyes were red. From crying maybe? 

“i just wanted to um i wanted to... to” Legolas shifted his eyes around and stuttered. His voice caught in his throat. Tears stung at his eyes.  Thranduil waited patiently for Legolas to finally close his eyes and spit out “I want Ada to hold me! I just want snuggles and I want to sleep! I can’t sleep!” Legolas said and tears ran down his face and snot dripped from his nose. Thranduil quickly pulled his son into an embrace. Legolas just stood with his arms holding onto his green blanket and hiccuped and sobbed. He felt so deprived of affection. He wanted to sleep so bad, he hadn’t been able to sleep because of his nightmares. He just wanted to be protected and sleep. 

“Come now, come sit with your father. I’ll protect you. Come get warm and rest. My poor child, rest.”  Thranduil said and sat down in the chair. He pulled at Legolas’s arm and brought the young man down into his lap. 

Legolas rested his head against the crook of Thranduil’s armpit and put his legs under the arm of the chair. Thranduil positioned the blanket over them both. Thranduil rocked them gently with his toes. Legolas sniffled and Thranduil wiped his face with his own sleeve. Soon Legolas was fast asleep. Thranduil smiled. 

‘ Sleep Sounds’

[loveforpreserumsteve]

A Whole New Ballfield: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU) [REUPLOAD]

One:

"'Happy birthday to you!'" The family sang. Bucky being the loudest while Kit was the most theatrical along with their drama queen sister, Cori.

Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes, but he was touched. His family knew exactly the right buttons to press, and Steve couldn't love them any more than when they were all around him. Especially when they were all around him. Because, really, what more could someone ask for?

"'Happy birthday, dear po-ops!'" They finished, "'Happy birthday, to you!'"

"Make a wish, Stevie," Bucky encouraged, fondly pulling him tight to his side.

Just as he did every year, Steve claimed, "Why do that when I have everything I ever wanted right here?"

Shaking his head, Bucky feigned exasperation before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of Steve's white haired head. Still, the older alpha insisted, "Make a wish anyway."

So, Steve made the same wish that he did every year, that his mom and his Flora were safe and sound in whatever afterlife existed. Then, he blew out the candles and got to work cutting the cake.

Divvying up the pieces, he asked Finn's girlfriend, Dani, "What'll it be, sweetie?"

"Vanilla please," Dani answered with a kind smile.

"That's what she said," Oliver good-naturedly joked. Finn rolled his eyes, pulling his older brother into a chokehold so he could give him a noogie.

Dani blushed, still getting used to the Barneses. Steve couldn't blame her, it had taken him a while to get used to the family at first too. But Steve could tell that this blossoming relationship wasn't just some fling. This was serious. He could tell that there was something to the young beta that understood the young alpha. It wasn't like anything Steve had seen in the other people that Finn had dated. And he desperately hoped –

"Pops," Rhodey regained the family's attention. Handing the fifty-seven year old a present, "This is from me and Ollie."

Brows furrowing, a smile tugged at Steve's lips as he accepted the gift. Wondering what it could possibly be, he tore the metallic wrapping paper off. His curiosity piqued further as he flipped the top up.

And then his heart jumped up into his throat.

"I swear to god," Steve choked out. Tears quickly building in his eyes as he warned his almost twenty-seven year old son, "If this is a joke, I'm disowning you!"

There, in – far too much – sparkly tissue paper, Steve pulled out the white and gray vintage Winnie the Pooh lovey with a fluffy Pooh Bear head in the center of the blanky. Sniffling, he held it up for Bucky and the rest of their family to see. Thankfully, Steve wasn't the only one who was so, so very happy for their loved ones.

But that wasn't the only thing in the box. Oh no! Reading the inside of the cover flap, this was a kit to get Steve and Bucky ready to be grandparents. To have some things for the growing fetus for when the time came that they were able to be held in their arms.

Beneath the lovey there were three Pooh themed onesies with three matching pants and pairs of socks. Steve couldn't believe it. He was going to be a grandfather! FINALLY! It had been almost three years since his son told him that they were ready to start trying, and Steve and Bucky had been trying not to get their hopes up, but how could they not? They loved their son and their son-in-law, and with Steve and Bucky going to be empty nesters in the upcoming spring, they were more than ready to have a few – or more – grandpups running around.

Pushing himself away from the patio table, Steve crossed the short distance between him and his son. Wrapping Ollie in a tight hug, he couldn't help but cry all over him. Completely ecstatic for this new aspect of his life.

"So, how far along are you?" Bucky asked, pulling out of the embrace with Rhodey.

"We're due in February," Rhodey beamed, his dark reddish-brown complexion reddening further when Ollie winked at him.

Even over twenty-years later, the first emotion that filled Steve whenever that month was mentioned was sorrow, only to – now – be replaced with hope and joy. How could he not be absolutely elated and totally overflowing with adoration? This was the best birthday that Steve had ever had.

"God, this is the best gift I've gotten all day," Steve wiped at his tears, laughing at his overemotional self.

"Hey," Cori feigned offense as she playfully complained, "What about breakfast in bed?!"

"Yeah," Bucky teased. Only, being the dirty old man that he was, and enjoying grossing out their kids, he eluded, "And what about that... other breakfast in bed?"

"Ew," Bitsy deadpanned while Cori mocked a gag. Ian cackled while Nevie exaggerated a look of disgust.

"And this is why I don't bring anyone home," Finn half-joked, face-palming and sheepishly looking over at his girlfriend.

As his alpha tossed his head back as he laughed, Steve reprimanded his mate, "James Buchanan."

"Hey, I saw the opportunity and I took it," Bucky defended himself. Looking over at the twenty-three year old newcomer, he told the adorable beta, "Welcome to the family!"

And all Steve could do was shake his head. Too happy with the news of Ollie and Rhodey's pregnancy to feel bad about their twenty-four year old son and his inevitable embarrassment.

He just couldn't believe it. He was going to be a pawpaw! Looking over at his husband, Steve couldn't help but get even more emotional. His heart shifted, as though it was trying to be closer to his alpha, and he wondered if this was what the – almost entirely – gray haired sixty year old man had envisioned this all those years ago. Wondered if he had felt it that night that this could've happened. That he could've been a pappy one day to their grandchildren.

From the affection flowing through the bond and the dopey smile on his aged face, the alpha looked like he had.

[lovehealsandlovehurts]

Mommys Doll

warnings: 18+, mommy kink, somnophilia, nipple play, dumbification, edging, dacryphilia, corruption, shushing, spitting on body parts, finger sucking, pet names & praise, aftercare 

Summary: You wait for Wanda to come home and end up falling asleep, only to wake up to her wanting to take care of you. 

the following material is something not everyone may be comfortable with and is meant for mature audiences

Word count: 3.6k

notes: I imagined a brunette multiverse of madness Wanda while writing this, however stayed away from detailed descriptions in case the reader wants to imagine her otherwise 

gif mine

The room you were laying in started to get a bit cold, so you pulled a blanket over your body and stared at the cracked open window. You were too lazy to get up and close it, already feeling cozy in your bed. You missed Wanda, she was away working and you waited impatiently in her house, hoping she’d come back any minute. You didn’t like her being away for so long, and the more you didn’t see her the more you thought about the woman. You thought about her soothing voice, smile, and the way she kissed your lips, softly and passionately, always pulling you close.  You missed how she whispered in your ear and showered you with praise and affection. You missed staring into her big green eyes, unable to process how beautiful she was. You wanted to text her again, tease her about being alone in bed but you didn’t want to make her upset, or be punished for being a brat. It was starting to get late, the sky went dark and your eyelids began to feel heavy. You felt your body drifting away to sleep. You sighed grumpily, letting your head rest on the pillow as you curled up on your side, realizing Wanda might not come back soon, definitely not before you fall asleep.

Wanda got back home shortly after you closed your eyes. She made her way to the bedroom, happily rushing up the stairs. She opened the door, hoping to see you wrap your arms around her as soon as she entered the bedroom. She loved the way you hugged her after being away from her, tight and not wanting to let go. Wanda moved closer to your bed and noticed you sleeping. She smiled, seeing your head rest against the pillow, covered with your blankie. She turned her head to see the open window and went ahead to close it. She didn’t want the wind to bother you at night, or for you to catch a cold. Wanda went around the room, opening the drawers and looking for pajamas to change into. She decided to wear an oversized blouse instead, she didn’t like to sleep in thick clothes, the material bothered her, and she wanted to feel closer to you. 

Wanda made her way into the bed, laying next to you and making you her little spoon. She missed you so much, she wrapped her arm around you, feeling the heat of your body warm her up. She laid a gentle kiss on your cheek, hoping it would wake you up, but it didn’t.

“My sleepy girl” she murmured, pulling you closer, realizing your mind is far away. Wanda thought about all the texts you sent her that night, telling her to come home and cuddle you, saying you were getting tingly between your legs thinking about her and needed her to take care of you. You looked so pretty laying there, she couldn’t help herself, she allowed her thoughts to overcome her head. She gently slid the blanket off your body, letting it uncover you. She stared at you for a while, admiring every inch of your skin.

You were sleeping in a t-shirt and underwear, she giggled, wanting to tell you wearing something thicker would’ve been better, considering you looked cold before she uncovered you.  Wanda stoked your arm, feeling your skin on the palm of her hand. She ran her fingers from above your kneecaps to your upper thighs, wondering if that wouldn’t wake you up either. She missed touching you so much, she moved closer, whispering sweet things in your ear. 

 “You’re my prettiest girl,” Wanda said, wrapping her hand around your hips, she moved it up to touch your boobs, seeing your nipples poke out through your shirt. She felt one of them after the other, rolling them back and forth with her fingers. You moved your hips closer to her in your sleep and she smirked, knowing even with your mind not fully conscious, you wanted to be hers. You felt so good in her arms, she couldn’t stop herself from touching you. She slid her hand to your panties, feeling the soft material of the fabric. “I missed you so much,” she mumbled, letting her hand circle on your clit.  You were hers, and only hers, she wanted no one but you. She felt you shift in your sleep, moving your hand to wrap around her wrist. “Always so needy… even like this,” she said, placing a delicate kiss on your shoulder. “Wanda?” you mumbled, hearing a familiar voice. You slowly opened your eyes, breaking away from whatever space your brain had entered, you weren’t sure if you were still dreaming. You slightly jerked up, realizing your hand was wrapped around Wanda's wrist. You didn’t have to turn away to know it was her, you knew how she smelled and how her hands felt on your body. Everything about her was familiar and you allowed yourself to calm down, feeling your heartbeat slow down.

“Let mommy play with her baby” she whispered, knowing you were too tired to protest. She knew you liked being her obedient doll,  letting her touch you whenever and wherever she wanted. You felt your body grow hot, the temperature inside the room didn’t matter anymore as you felt yourself burning up. You grinned your hips against her touch, closing your eyes and focusing on the way her finger felt brushing against your underwear. Your brain always felt so foggy whenever she touched you, the whole world didn’t exist, just her, nothing mattered at the moment, just making her happy.

“Mommy?” you whispered, you wanted to tell her to touch you more, but nothing seemed to come out of your mouth. You lost yourself in the way her body felt, pressed against yours, her hips touching your butt, gently brushing onto you, and her strong arm wrapped around your hips. 

“Is something wrong baby?” her voice sounded so sweet, you wanted to turn back and look at her, tell her that you missed her, that you wished she didn’t come home late again. You felt so good laying there, her hand movements only made you want to stay in place, “I need-” you whined as you felt your clit twitch under her touch. You gripped her wrist tighter, hoping she’d press harder against your spot. 

“Poor baby, is mommy making you forget how to speak?” she cooed, you felt guilty for how fluttery the words made you feel. You loved the way she talked down to you; like you were wrapped around her finger, couldn’t think without her, like only she knew which decisions to make. 

“It’s okay baby, you don’t have to say anything, mommy knows what you need, your cunt is practically leaking on my fingers,” her tone was calm and soothing. You whined, not knowing how to answer. She was right, you felt a wet spot that formed on your panties, and you didn’t even notice it till she mentioned it. You wondered if this happened quickly or if she had been touching you for a while. You wanted her to rip your underwear off, and feel you, set her tongue in you, you wanted it so bad you almost started crying. You let soft whimpers escape your mouth as she kept playing with you. “Shh, don’t cry baby, mommy will take care of you,” she said as she watched you bury your face in your hands. 

Wanda moved away from spooning you and sat on the bed.  “No-” you mumbled, grabbing her hand and trying to pull her close. “I need you” you managed to say, looking up at her with puppy eyes. She smiled, her face lighting up, seeing how desperately you look at her.

She cupped your face into her hands, looking into your eyes, “Sweet baby, I’m not going anywhere,” she said, laying a gentle kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her close, you couldn’t help it. You tasted chapstick off her lips and a scent of coffee she must've had on the way here. Her lips felt so soft, you felt comforted by them, losing yourself in her touch. You started kissing her passionately, every kiss showing how much you’ve missed her. She kissed you back just as lustfully, nubbing on your lower lip. Wanda smiled against your face and pulled away. You whined, wanting to tell her to kiss you again, but you were hypnotized by her, and every move she did. Her hand wandered to your chest, it pushed you down and forced you to lay on the mattress. She opened your legs, seeing them shiver at her touch. “I-” you managed to whisper, pulling on her wrist once again. You hoped your gestures would explain what you needed as you weren’t able to use your words. “Hush baby, mommy knows what you want,”  she said, tilting your panties to the side. Your every thought was lost every time her hands ran through your body. She slipped a finger inside of you, and you felt your walls clench around it, letting out a loud moan. She teased you, moving it in and out of your hole. Your brain was slipping away, focusing on her touch.

She ran her fingers through your folds, coming up to your clit and letting it slide back down into your pussy. You whined at the sensation, feeling your knees snap together, you weren’t sure why that happened, you felt so sensitive under her touch you were losing control over your body. “Open up for mommy,” she said, seeing your thighs shake. You grabbed onto the bed sheets, watching her pull your legs apart, as you struggled to do so yourself. She quickly slid your underwear off your body, staring at your soaked parts. She placed her finger back on your wet spot, teasing you with it, occasionally looking up to look at your face, searching for desperation. You wondered if she could see you get all red, as you certainly felt your head burning up, losing yourself in the way her fingers traced your body. She lowered down and spit on your pussy, rubbing in her saliva against your clit. Your parts felt all sticky, wet from your own juices, and now her. Nothing felt as good as her, her touch was liberating, it made you feel things in a way you haven’t before. 

“Such a pretty girl” she praised you, watching you grow more impatient with every minute. “And all mommys right?” she asked, her finger teasing your swollen clit. She slid it down into your hole again, pushing it hard into you. “Yes…” you whispered so softly, you wondered if she could hear. She moved it out of you again, coming back to your swollen nub. She was insane, you thought, playing with you like with a toy. “Only mommy can touch you here,” she said, making sure that you know who you belong to. She was jealous of you, constantly wanting to keep you all to herself, but there was nothing to be jealous of, she completely owned you.

"Only you" you managed to let out a soft sigh, trying to collect your words with her fingers on you.

“No one can touch you as good as mommy does, not even yourself” she whispered, looking up at your face. You nodded, knowing she was right, there were many times you’ve tried to help yourself without her, and you just couldn’t.

You let soft moans escape your mouth as she touched you, and you couldn't stand the teasing, you needed her now, you needed to cum, you needed to release all the pressure built within you. “Please,” you managed to whisper. You were surprised at how only one word was able to leave your mouth. “I wanna cum” you finally managed to speak, feeling proud for doing so. Her movements were never-ending, she never increased her pace, just kept it nice and steady, driving your body insane.

“Not yet,” she said, scratching your inner thighs with her nails, the movement made your body shiver. She ran them up and down your skin, only making you more deprived. “Why? please…” you cried, grabbing onto her wrist, you needed her so badly. “Because you’re mommys doll sweetheart, and you take everything mommy gives you right?” she asked, you needed a second to take everything in, she sounded so caring yet was so cruel at the same time. You knew she felt satisfaction from your whining and cries, her pupils only got wider every time you begged her to make it stop. You shook your head up and down, agreeing with her. 

She finally pushed two fingers into you, without a warning. You felt them curl inside of you as she moved them in and out of your hole. You gasped quietly, feeling your brain melt away with her every move. “Look at you taking mommy so well” she praised you, climbing on top of your body. She grabbed your chin with her other hand, forcing you to look up at her, as your eyes were closed. She added another finger in and you were surprised at how easily it slipped into you, realizing you always considered her hands to be big. “Your pussy feels so good on mommys fingers baby, so tight,” she said, putting her thumb into your mouth. You sucked on it, looking up at her as you do so, seeing a smile form on her face as you swirled your tongue around her finger. “My good girl” she whispered, increasing her place, you let her thumb out of your mouth, needing to moan as you grabbed tightly onto her arm. “Tell mommy how good it feels,” she said, watching you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Feels so-” you couldn’t finish your sentence, your thoughts blended together as her fingers rammed into your soaked parts. She pushed into you hard and fast, making your brain all dizzy. Her fingers bent inside you, and you held onto her arm, grinding your hips against her touch. “Dumb little baby, I shouldn’t have asked, I know you can’t think right now,” she said in a condescending tone. You felt yourself getting close to the edge and you wanted to ask for permission, knowing she wouldn’t have it any other way. Luckily she noticed the change in your eyes, and the clenching around her fingers, realizing you were coming close. “Just a bit more, mommy hasn’t had enough of you yet” she sounded so sweet, you couldn’t say no. You did everything you could to hold your orgasm. She increased her pace, hitting the back of your inner wall. You tried to stop moving your hips, hoping that would help control your body but it did nothing as she kept going, holding you still. 

“Mommy-“ you whined, feeling your muscles tense up, your tummy felt like it needed to release. “Shh, you’re almost there. Don’t cum without mommys permission okay?” she said, kissing your lips. You moaned into her mouth, unable to answer. You felt tears form in your eyes, you so desperately needed to let go. 

“Please” you cried against her face, her moves were hard and steady, and you felt your thighs shake, coming closer and closer. “Oh baby” she whispered, a spark lit up in her eyes. You could tell she enjoyed seeing you like this but loved you too much to torture you forever. “Okay, let go for mommy. Let it all out,” she said, kissing your forehead and speeding up her pace even more. You yelled, feeling her fingers thrust into you. 

You pulled her close and buried your face in her neck, closing your legs together. You felt your whole body shake, feeling your muscles release all the tension that’s built up. You wrapped your legs around Wanda, yanking her close, there were still shaking but you didn’t want to let her go, you couldn’t, you needed to hold her close. 

“I’m so proud of you angel,” she said, kissing your cheeks. You wanted to thank her but you needed to catch your breath first, your chest moved up and down rapidly, recovering from her touch. “Oh” is all you managed to let out, your voice sounded shaky. cutting through the air. “Let mommy clean you up, okay?“ she asked, lowering herself down on you. “I need- a minute” you protested, knowing you’re still sensitive. She didn’t listen, she made it clear she always takes what she wants from her baby. You knew if you used the safe word she’d stop but you couldn’t differentiate what your body wanted anymore.

She went down on you, kissing your tummy and inner thighs, her lips brushing against your skin, it made you forget everything you were going to say. You felt her tongue press against your clit, and she sucked it in, wrapping her lips around it. You felt it twitch into her mouth and you tried to pull away, feeling your body needs a break.

“No, mommy” you whined, and you felt her mouth break away from your core. “You want me to stop?” she asked in a whisper. You nodded your head, grabbing onto her stretched-out arm. “You sure? why is your clit throbbing in my mouth then?” she murmured, her hot breath hovering over your body. You didn’t know what to say, you groaned, trying to come up with an answer. 

“I think mommy knows better, doesn’t she?” she asked, setting her mouth back on your clit. You gasped, feeling her tongue sit on it. You cried out, letting her take control over you. It felt so right, to be owned by her, to have her tell you what to do. You were so ridiculously wet, you made it easy for her to work her tongue around your spot. She occasionally switched to her hand, stroking your swollen bud side to side. You let out soft whines as she did so, feeling your brain become a mush. You were completely hers when she fucked you, you felt so fragile in her arms. She sucked your clit in while moving her head side to side, and you felt yourself come close once again. You felt ashamed of how fast it took her to take you over the edge, especially after protesting it. You grinned your hips against her face, feeling her speed up her pace.  You wished you could keep going but you felt your thighs shake, and you let them drop to the mattress and she pressed her head harder against your core. You whined, shifting your body as she kept going, making you dig your nails into the mattress. You felt your muscles tense up and you came with her mouth still glued onto your clit. 

You buried your face in your hands, breathing in heavily. “Let mommy see you, baby,” she said, moving closer and pulling your hands apart. “You did so good,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, you tasted yourself off of it, moaning against her mouth. “See, mommy knows what’s best for my little girl," she said, pushing your hair behind your ear. “You were so good for me, so good” she praised you, laying gentle kisses on your lips. 

Your face still felt hot, recovering from all the tingles that raced through your body. Wanda laid down next to you, kissing your cheeks, her touch warm and comforting. “Please never leave” you managed to say, staring into her face and admiring her beauty. She frowned her eyebrows, letting worry overflow her face. “Why would you say that angel? I’d never leave you” she assured you, kissing your face. “No… I mean” you took a deep breath in, trying to collect your thoughts. You felt her stare at you as you closed your eyes, trying to think. “Like today, you were gone for so long, I missed you,” you said, finally taking control of your breath.

“Oh baby, come here,” she said, pulling you closer to her. She flipped your body so that you could lay on top of her. You curled into her arms, resting your head on her chest. "I won’t come home that late again, I promise” she assured you, kissing your head. You felt so safe in her arms, like she was the answer to all your problems, a knight in armor protecting you from all evil. “I missed you too bunny,” she said, every pet name coming out of her mouth made your head spin. You were sure one day she’d call you something completely silly and it’d still make you tingle between your legs. “You want to sleep now?” she said, stroking your hair. She realized you must be tired, being pulled away from your sleep. My poor sleepy girl, she thought, only wanted to rest and had to be taken away by Mommy. You were glad you were, your body felt even more relaxed now, after being taken care of by her. “Yes,” you murmured, setting your hands on her boobs. You looked up at her to see if she would allow it, as you were too tired to ask nicely. She took your hand and pressed it to her chest, giving you her permission. You didn’t try to tease her, just needed something to hold onto, you grabbed them into your hand, squeezing gently. You closed your eyes, the material of her shirt felt soft on your cheek, and you snuggled into it, letting your thoughts drift away.

"You can go back to sleep, I’ll be right here," she said before you shifted your body and moved on top of her, giving her a starved-out kiss. You couldn’t help but take a look at her face again before falling asleep. “I love you” you mumbled shyly, even though you knew she did too. Even if she didn’t constantly say it back you’d still know, realizing how she always took care of you. “I love you too, my baby,” she said, kissing the tip of your nose. You groaned softly and put your head back in her chest, closing your eyes. 

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