#and cute adorable munchkins

[onthewaytosomewhere]

MELLLLLZ! :) i come with a couple if you don't mind (heheheeh)

first I will take 9-1-1 for 500 plz! <3 #8 Leather Jacket (BuckTommy)

Then RWRB #4 Ducky Tie.... cause come onnnnnnn <3

:) :) :)

alright so my first 911 ficlet is here just for ya becz!!!

Evan Buckley is sure of one thing at this moment: Tommy, in the battered leather jacket he is wearing, is one of the hottest things he has seen. The way it strains across his shoulders, pulling tight across his biceps, open in the front, revealing the very thin tank top he has on underneath, is driving him mad. The chest hair peaking over the front of the tank top makes him want to drag Tommy back to his place and get him out of said clothing. Of course, they have at least another hour before he can do anything even remotely like that. So, in the meantime, he’s sitting out here in Bobby and Athena’s backyard, watching Tommy fit in with everyone. Of course, Tommy knew some of them before Buck ever did, but he can’t get over how well his boyfriend, and god does he love saying that, fits in with his 118-family. He knows they’ve appeared to like some of the women he’s been involved with, but he’s never had the feeling any of them could ever really be a part of all of this. “Buck, if you keep it up, we’ll all be swimming in your drool, and I’d appreciate not dealing with that,” Eddie whispers in his ear, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Haha,” he snaps back, not the most original comeback, of course, but he’s still, a little bit at least, thinking about what is under that leather jacket. Conversation with Eddie and later Christopher as well keeps him from getting too distracted. Still, it’s not long before Tommy is standing in front of him, and Evan is dragging his eyes up his torso, thinking once again about that damn leather jacket and how good it looks on him. At this point, he’s really contemplating making him leave it on while he makes use of his newly-discovered lack of a gag reflex and blow him as soon as he gets him home. Evan has always loved blowjobs but didn’t think that he would be as into giving them as he is receiving them. He remembers hearing women in the past talk about the power trip it can be, making someone fall apart with just your mouth and hands, controlling when and how they get off. He, of course, has never had a problem getting any of the women he’s been with off with his mouth, even been told how talented he is in that regard. When he discovered that talent carries over to his newfound fascination with Tommy’s dick, he finally understood what they all meant. Something about the feel of a hard cock on his tongue as he works to get Tommy off, sometimes getting himself off as well, is one of the most liberating and powerful feelings he’s had regarding sex in a long time. They eventually make their rounds, and Evan gets them to his place; the door is barely closed when he has Tommy against it and is having his way with him. He’s been thinking about this so long he’s not sure how long he’ll be able to make it last. Not nearly as long as he usually does, but he figures that he’ll just remedy that when they eventually get to the bedroom.

and here's the RWRB one too luv 💚

This moment has been in the works for two months now; Martha sees the ties in some magazine and finds out they are available from a Crown-approved Fashion House. She not-so-subtlely drops the idea to Alex, and from there, they roll with it. Alex works his magic to get Henry to wear the tie for the event, and Martha promises to do the same on her end with Philip. Alex prefers not to think about what methods she may employ to make that happen, especially since he knows exactly how he convinced Henry, and it involved a lot of sex and getting him to agree to it in his blissed-out post-coital state. He has grown to love Martha like a sister, a thing that shocks nearly everyone. They discover some common ground, and well, apparently, Martha always wanted to be a big sister, so Alex just figures he got two of them when he got Henry – Martha and Bea. No amount of love he feels for her, however, makes him want to think about her employing any kind of similar methods to what he did. They’re all gathered, and everyone has taken their pictures of Henry and Philip in the matching ties, enjoying the moment of family togetherness before they are required to put on a show. That’s the moment Martha picks to put the part of the plan she didn’t share with Alex into motion. She is apparently not above using her own child to get her way, and Alex has to marvel at how funny it is that he didn’t see this coming. Standing in front of where he sits on the sofa next to Henry is Martha and Philip’s oldest, and she’s looking at Alex with puppy dog eyes that could get him to do anything really. “Uncle Alex,” Martha’s pulled out the big guns, it seems, as she knows how much it gets him when he’s called that. “Mum, got a tie for you too, so you can match Uncle Hen and Dad. Will you wear it?” He glances across at Martha and sees her chatting with Bea, acting as if she’s unaware of what is happening, but the smirk on her lips tells a different story. Alex knows he will end up wearing this ducky tie, so he gracefully accepts his defeat. “Of course I will. Do you think I will look as good as Uncle Hen does?” She leans forward as if she is sharing something secretive she doesn’t want anyone else to hear: “I think you’ll look the best, Uncle Alex, but don’t tell anyone else,” she says with all the solemnity she can manage at just five years old. If Alex hadn’t already made the decision to wear the tie, he knows the way her lip wobbles just a little would have convinced him. The pictures of that day will show all three men in matching ties, talk about how adorable the ties are, and will be great press for the fashion house Martha got them from. The press will talk about mending fences and all kinds of things they really only think they know about, but those ties do help solidify a bond that is already stronger than it ever was. Alex, when he is putting Philip and Martha’s oldest to bed, upon request of the young princess herself, just barely avoids tears when she tells him how much she loves him and that she’s right. He did look the best in the tie.

hope ya like them luv 💚

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

6x15 | 7x7

[scoups4lyfe]

This show really exemplifying the goodness of humanity just based on how everyone decides to help Shouma 🥺

Lmao

Cute :)

[avachinelli]

Being this cute is clearly exhausting 🥱

[naturex62]

Meet the Munchkin cat, the cutest feline with the shortest legs! Watch our new video and fall in love with these adorable little furballs. Perfect for cat lovers! ❤️

@cattechnology @Cats @nature-hiking @ur-daily-inspiration @Pets

@animals @animalsnaps @wildlife

[theyellowhue]

i wanna watch Love Mechanics but i am not emotionally steady for all of the angst and infidelity of that series and i think that my heart will literally break in half if i even try to watch "the best story" because contrary to its title, its fcking not.

[cittythekitten]

Some things I made to remember about Slayer. Also, Slayer is not real.

Killer!Abyss by @metakazkz

Art by me

[iceiclehorned]

The doors of Tenshukaku would suddenly find themselves thrust open with loud slams, the perpetrator quite evident: an extremely livid kitsune. Certainly not any of the guards that lay in heaps on the ground, presumably having made the ill-informed decision to try and stop him. There were more guards inside, but Neka simply glared at them.

"It looks like soldiers aren't taught simple logic these days. There are three possibilities here. One: I am weaker than both you and Ei, which is probably false given the crumpled forms of the fools outside. The second is that I am stronger than you but weaker than her. In which case, why not let her deal with me instead? And the third is I am stronger than her and you, in which case what do you hope to accomplish besides vexing me like an irritating fly?"

While keeping the soldiers in his peripheral vision, Neka turned his attention to the purple-haired woman closer to the back of the room, his glare intensifying. "And no, I don't mean you, false one. I want Ei."

The Shogun had sensed something was coming, though Ei had ordered her to simply focus on the work before them, their guards were up, however. The loud bang of the doors being forced open immediately had the Shogun prepared for battle, though the sound of his voice had caused the pause in the puppet.

Observing the scene, the Shogun hesitated on allowing Ei out, even though Ei wanted nothing more than to exit her euthymia and confront him for herself. “Allow me to take care of this privately. I order you all to leave. Immediately.” She observed as the room cleared, watching the hesitance in the soldiers - some were happy to leave, others wanted to stay and help her in this ‘fight’. It was when the room finally cleared did Ei make an appearance.

Ei was stunned when she saw him. It was almost as if life had completely slowed down and she had been warped back to the past in a moment. “Neka…” her heart ached, yearning to do nothing but hold him. The feelings of nostalgia bloomed in her heart. Remembering the way Makoto would look after him, ensure he was content, all came flooding back. After Makoto’s passing, Ei had lost it. She shut herself down completely and assumed Neka died alongside Kitsune Saiguu. Thinking she had lost everything… when really, he was alive and in front of her, right now, in this moment.

Her body instinctively moved forward, though slowly. His malice seemed strong. She could not blame him for being angry with her by any means. He must have thought she had abandoned him. “You… you’re alive…?” It was barely processing with her that he was in front of her. “H-how… how are you… I thought…” Ei was simply stood in awe. She edged forward a little more. She was fighting the urge to get close to him, to hold him. She wanted nothing more than to say sorry for abandoning him, not supporting him when he needed someone most. Ei was barely aware he may have been angry for any other reason.

“You’re angry with me,” she dumbly stated. “I did not intend to abandon you, Neka. Not at all…”

[onthewaytosomewhere]

a lil pre-halloween sweet - cuz this one really is so sweet 💚

part of the werepire firstprince series that includes the all night coffee shop au and the full moon sexin' one

If there were a way—if the magic existed that allowed two men—werewolf and vampire—to have a child together without anyone else's involvement—Henry wouldn’t hesitate. He’d let Alex put a baby in him without a second thought just to witness every moment of Alex raising it. But there isn’t magic like that, no matter how many magic books he searches for or magic practitioners he asks, not even for soulmates. So instead, Henry settles for moments like these, tucked into the shelter’s walls, watching Alex play with children who adore him almost as much as Henry does. this - what if Henry didn't have to settle for just this? - what if he could get what he wants? - just without the alex needing to impregnate him bit lolz - the boys discover a way to make their dreams happen and adopt a wee lil shifter from Henry's shelter

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Okay. So we open in the kitchen. Michelle and Jesse are eating at the kitchen table with matching red baseball caps on,with a little tuft of hair sticking out the front. I love that. That's my favorite hair style of John's. It's just so cute. And the fact that Michelle's is is matching, is adorable. So Michelle is eating with her hands and Jesse tells her, now, someday you're gonna be invited to the White House to eat fruit cocktail with the President. And if you eat with your fingers, there's a good chance you're gonna gross out the commander in chief. He tells her to eat with a spoon. And she replies, no thank you. He insists. So she does exactly what she is told. She grabs the spoon with her left hand and eats the food with her right hand. So, wait, so do you think this was Ashley? -Andrea

It was Mary Kate because... I could just tell by the face. It was Mary Kate and then Ashley's in the first scene...I mean, not the teaser, but the actual first scene. The actual first scene. But yeah, super cute with the little hair and the, and you can see again, like even more of them having fun and the relationships, like, you know, giggling into it. Just being silly. Yeah, it's very cute. -Jodie 

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 07:02 A.M 」

based on an ask but i can't find the post :') and i'm working on remarried empress au i promise :'D so please make do with this first. anyways, more domestic dad!gojo and reader ahead~

a part of gojo's love entries

“mph, so cold...”

satoru was awoken by the chill biting at his whole body as he realized he was naked from the waist up, and saw that you, vast asleep, were hogging the whole blanket to cocoon yourself.

this is why i’m freezing! but eh...

and then he really saw you. curling up with messy hair, lips adorably pursed even in your sleep, and overall, you looked so soft and vulnerable in his eyes.

mine, all mine... satoru didn’t need to blink to see you better but he did anyway, and the sight brought a fond smile to his face. you were rightly exhausted after last night and he quietly snickered to himself, thinking of your mewls. out of cuteness aggression, he hugged you along with your blanket and planted kisses on your face.

“mm, ahh...” you groaned, and he dived in to suck your neck.

your smooth skin and soft pants... gods, he just wanted to gobble you all over again—

“go... awaay...” but then you flipped your body away from him, mumbling and hiding your head under the blanket altogether.

satoru was left reeling at the refusal, heartbrokenly pouting, but then he heard the pitter patter of tiny steps and immediately looked at the door to find his cute son curiously opening the door and peeking his head inside.

ah, another one of his great blessings.

“hey you.” satoru grinned immediately as his toddler’s round blue eyes widened in slight surprise. “why are you awake so early? come here.”

“yaaay!” the munchkin cheered at the invitation and was really about to jump into the bed when he sat up to stop him. “shh, don't be too loud!”

“—?” his boy looked at him with a sad frown as he picked him up and placed him on the bed next to him.

“oh no, don’t be sad. just let mama sleep longer, yeah? she’s tired.”

“mm, why?”

“why? well, she didn’t get enough sleep, that’s why.”

“but you sleep together...?”

“hmm~ we played a game a bit before sleeping and it ate all her energy.”

satoru mentally did a victory pose as his minion no longer questioned him, but then his clear eyes were transfixed on his bare body. “papa, you nakey...?”

your curious son was adorable in every way. he inherited your natural cuteness and satoru wanted nothing more than indulging him but...

he suddenly engulfed him in a bear hug and squeezed him tightly, making him almost squeal.

“yes! and now i’m cold so you’re my new heater!”

“waaaaa nooo!”

it was a morning just like any other day, with his baby and his wife, and yet satoru knew that surely today was going to be a good day.

“minion, you do know i love you and your mama veeeery much, don’t you?~”

epilogue

it happened during breakfast. you were sitting your son in his high chair and about to prepare simple omelet for the three of you to share when you heard it—

“mamaaa, what game did you and papa play? wanna play too!” your innocent boy asked with gummy smile, and you cocked your head in confusion.

“game...?”

“papa said you played a game together... at night!”

you honestly couldn’t connect the dots together, so you turned to your husband for help... but satoru merely awkwardly chuckled to himself.

“papa said... the game makes you tired and ate your energy!”

tired? ate energy? the gears in your head were turning and you came to a conclusion so quick as you shot a glare at satoru.

“well, it is a game your papa really enjoys,” you scathingly replied, not looking away from him as he inwardly gulped. but oho, you were in no forgiving mood this morning and so you wickedly smirked.

“let’s try to ask him about it. so, papa, what did we play again, hmm?”

[scoopzillion]

“hiding in laundry” little bugger

I’m exposing your cuteness hehehe

- dragon

FOR THE LAST TIME IM NOT ADORABLE 😡 I AN A DISGUSTING SKIN SUIT OF SLUGS, RUN FROM MY TOXICITY WHEEEREREEEDHDHDBXXJJXBD

[bbibbirose]

gays I went hiking for the first time yesterday and I almost didn’t make it

[konigsblog]

König is the type to get offended and flustered if you call him ‘cute’.

Because, what do you mean? You're saying that this nearly seven-foot male with scars littered over his freckled, pale skin is an adorable little munchkin?! You're saying he doesn't look fierce, brutal, and unforgiving?

But, what's not to adore about König's appearance? Those freckles across his roman nose and flushed cheeks, the dimples that form when he smiles and chuckles at your pathetic, cheesy pick-up lines, and those auburn locks of hair that you find across his pillow and around the apartment.

He's been glared at by judgmental and horrified strangers for his unsightly appearance, for being conventionally unattractive, for not fitting the beauty standards. He's encountered ruthless tormenting and pestering his entire life, has had women hide their children out of horror at the sight ahead of them, left petrified because of his freakish and unusual height. But, you think he's cute?

He'll roll his eyes and pretend that it doesn't bother him, but deep down inside, he's flustered, desperate to hide the small smile plastered on his face.

[teldon]

Giochiamo a #munchkin come i veri giocatori di ruolo! #gdr #rpg #teldon #gianlucaalex #adorable #baby #child #children #childrenphoto #cute #family #fun #handsome #happy #instababy #instacute #instagood #instakids #kid #kids #little #love #photooftheday #play #pretty #smile #sweet #TagsForLikes #young (presso Biblioteca e Ludoteca Monticelli Terme) https://www.instagram.com/p/CppeS9FtJ7yWXI4Bw5gYBYF1IE0iu26fu8TqQc0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[mariclerc]

Dad duties | cl16

Summary: where you meet an adorable dad and his little girl at the beach. Warning: none, just dad!charles, a little emotional, instant crush and FLUFF, pure fluff.

a/n: Hii, a long time ago I was thinking about doing a story about what Charles would be like as a single dad... Something crazy, I know, but I hope you like it!! Let me know if you want a part two of this <3

Part 2 Part 3

Sun gleams off the turquoise water, gentle waves lap at the shore. You walk along the beach, toes sinking into the warm sand. Giggles suddenly catches your attention, you turn to see a little girl, barely a year old, with bright eyes and a head full of messy curls, crawling determinedly towards you. She reaches you, grabbing a handful of your sundress. You smile, kneeling down to her level.

“Hey there, little one. You seem a little bit lost.”

The girl babbles happily, reaching for your sunglasses. You chuckle and gently remove them, placing them on top of your head.

A shadow falls over you. You look up to see a tall, handsome man with kind greenish eyes and sun-streaked hair... He looks slightly flustered.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry, that's my little escape artist Ava, come here to Papa munchkin.” He smiles apologetically.

Ava squeals and reaches for him. He scoops her up effortlessly, her tiny giggles filling the air.

“Don't worry, she's adorable! How old is she?” you asked.

“One year old, going on a hundred!” He winces as Ava grabs a fistful of his hair. You can't help but laugh. “Ouch, sweetie that hurts!” He says and Ava giggles.

“Looks like she has you all wrapped around her little finger.”

“Definitely.” he chuckles.

He introduces himself as Charles, you tell him your name. To your surprise, the conversation flows easily, you learn he's a single dad, the love and devotion evident in his gaze as he talks about Ava. He opens up about his complicated relationship with his ex (Ava's mother), the challenges of dating as a single parent. You listen intently, impressed by his honesty and dedication to his daughter.

“You seem to be doing a great job, Charles. And that's impressive, you know, how hard you work and try to be the best every day for her.” you smile.

Ava snuggles closer to him, burying her face in his neck.

“I manage to do a good job... It's definitely a handful, but she's worth it all.” he smiles.

A comfortable silence settles between you. You steal a glance at him, then quickly look away, cheeks warming. You sense a similar flicker of something unspoken in his eyes.

“Well, maybe I should let you get back to building sandcastles with your princess.” You say with a bit of haste.

“Actually, I was wondering... Would you maybe, I don't know, maybe... Want to grab some ice cream with us sometime? Ava loves company, and frankly, so do I.” He speaks hurriedly.

You feel a flutter in your chest. This unexpected encounter has taken a sweet turn. “I'd love to. Thanks!” you smile.

Ava lets out a delighted squeal, as if sensing the possibility of ice cream, You and Charles giggle at her reaction.

“Great! How about next Saturday? Same place? How does that sound?”

You nod. “Sounds perfect.”

He smiles, you can see how the corners of his eyes wrinkle, something very cute for you. “Perfect... Ehm, here! Write down your number and I'll write down mine.” He says as he takes out his cell phone to give it to you and you take yours out of your beach bag to hand it to him.

You wrote your number on his cell phone with the name of: "y/n the life-saver 🎀". When he finishes he gives you your cell phone back and you see that he has registered himself as: "Charles the handsome dad 😋" you can't help but laugh at the name.

“Well, then I'll write to you to keep in touch... Handsome dad.” You say with a giggle and he blushes.

Ava yawns, nuzzling deeper into his embrace.

“I think someone's getting tired.” you giggle while looking at Ava.

“She probably is. Sand and sunshine can be exhausting for little ones.” He says and then smiles a little. “This was unexpected... But so nice.” he says quietly.

“Yeah, definitely nice!” you say meeting his warm gaze.

A blush creeps up Charles' neck as he finally pulls back slightly.

“See you next Saturday then, Y/N, it was nice to meet you!”

You smile. “It was also nice to meet you both!”

He nods, a goodbye lingering in his eyes. Charles walks away, cradling a sleepy Ava in his arms, you watch them go, a warm feeling spreading through you. This chance encounter has blossomed into something promising, and as you turn towards your car, a smile lingers on your lips. The beach seems a little brighter now, filled with the promise of sunshine, ice cream, and maybe, just maybe, something more.

Suddenly, your phone buzzes in your pocket. It's a text message. You pull it out, expecting a message from a friend, but your heart skips a beat when you see the name displayed on the screen - Charles the handsome dad 😋.

Charles the handsome dad 😋: Ava just fell asleep. She kept asking for "y/n." Any chance you have a favorite ice cream flavor? Trying to win some brownie points for Saturday afternoon.

A laugh escapes your lips. He's charming, that's for sure. You quickly type a response.

y/n the life-saver 🎀: Chocolate chip cookie dough, always! And tell Ava I said goodnight. See you on Saturday cha!

You hit send and a warm feeling washes over you. This unexpected encounter has taken a delightful turn, and with a giddy anticipation for saturday's ice cream date, you turn back towards the ocean. The waves seem to whisper a promise of something exciting to come, and you can't wait to see where this newfound connection might lead.

***

The cheerful clinking of spoons against ice cream sundaes fills the air. You sit across from Charles at a brightly colored table, a giant chocolate chip cookie dough sundae melting in front of you. Ava, nestled comfortably in a high chair, digs into a kid-sized strawberry sundae with a look of pure bliss.

He chuckles “Looks like someone's enjoying their treat.”

Ava lets out a happy gurgle, a smear of red adorning her cheek. You laugh, you leaned towards her to wipe her cheek.

“She's definitely got a sweet tooth.” you say while wiping her cheek.

Charles takes a bite of his own sundae, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Just like her dad. Thanks for the recommendation, this cookie dough ice cream it's fantastic!” he smiles.

“My pleasure, I'm glad you both like it.”

Ava reaches out, grabbing a stray piece of cookie dough from your sundae. You laugh, helping her bring it to her mouth.

“Careful, little one, that's a big bite!”

Charles watches the interaction between you and Ava, a smile playing on his lips.

“You seem to have a way with kids.” He says softly while looking at the two of you with adoration.

You shrug. “I guess so, I have a younger brother, so I've had my fair share of practice.”

The conversation flows easily between bites of ice cream, you learn more about Charles' life as a single dad, the challenges and rewards that come with it, he talks about his passion for racing, a twinkle in his eyes as he describes his dream of one day competing professionally. You share your own dreams and aspirations, surprised at how comfortable you feel opening up to him.

As Ava starts to get cranky, signaling the need for a nap, you suggest taking a walk along the nearby park. Charles readily agrees.

A comfortable silence settles between you. You both steal glances at each other, the unspoken attraction hanging heavy in the air. You reach the edge of the park, the familiar beach stretching before you.

“Looks like we're back where it all began.” you blush slightly.

“It does, doesn't it? Funny how things work out.” he smiles.

He stops walking, turning to face you. Ava lets out a whimper in her sleep, prompting Charles to gently bounce her in his arms.

“This was... so nice, I mean, this sweet afternoon and last week at the beach, it's very... Unexpected, but very good.” He says quietly with a smile on his face.

You meet his gaze, your heart fluttering in your chest.

You smiled. “I also liked it! Ava's such a sweetheart, and you seem like... a good guy, a really good and nice guy.”

He smiles back, a genuine warmth radiating from his eyes.

“I, uh... I was wondering if maybe, sometime next week, you'd like to have dinner? Just the two of us, after Ava's asleep?” He says with a bit of hesitation.

Your stomach does a nervous flip-flop, but a wide smile stretches across your face.

“I'd like that very much Charles.”

A wave of relief washes over Charles. He leans forward slightly, his eyes searching yours.

“Great... In that case, how about I give you a proper goodbye this time?” He says with a bit of flirtation in his voice.

Before you can respond, he leans in further, his lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss is brief, sweet, and filled with unspoken promise.

Ava lets out a startled gurgle, breaking the spell. Charles pulls back with a laugh, a blush creeping up his neck.

“Looks like our little chaperone wants to get home.” he chuckles and blushes.

“Seems that way.” you giggled while blushing.

He walks you back to your car, Ava snuggled contentedly against his chest.

“Text me when you get home, so I know you made it safe. And maybe, just maybe, you can tell me what your favorite dinner is.” He says while blushing a little.

You laugh a little bit. “Don't worry, you'll be very well fed.”

He smiles, a hint of something deeper lingering in his gaze. You wave goodbye as he drives away with Ava, a warmth spreading through your chest. The unexpected encounter at the beach has blossomed into something exciting, and as you watch the sun disappear over the horizon, you can't wait to see where this new path might lead.