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a bengal welcome | JOE BURROW⁹ [009]

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⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.3k

⟢ ┈ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | bengals meeting hayes for the first time!

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | nothing but fluff!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the console between you. Hayes was securely strapped into his car seat in the back, his tiny fists waving in the air like he was orchestrating a symphony.

"You sure we’ve got everything?" Joe asked, glancing at you as you double-checked the baby bag for the third time.

"Diapers, wipes, formula, bottles, extra clothes, his favorite blanket," you listed off, zipping the bag shut with a decisive tug. "Yep, I think we’re good. Unless Hayes has something catastrophic planned, but let’s pray he doesn’t."

Joe chuckled under his breath. “He’s my kid. Odds aren’t great.”

You shot him a playful glare, leaning back in your seat. “Well, let’s hope he takes after me in the ‘not causing chaos’ department.”

The spring sun streamed through the windows, the light dancing over Joe’s profile. He wore a casual hoodie and a cap pulled low, but the little flickers of excitement in his eyes gave him away. Despite his laid-back demeanor, you knew he was looking forward to this.

It wasn’t just any gathering—it was the first time Joe’s teammates would be meeting Hayes, and Ja’Marr had insisted on hosting a little welcome-baby party at his place. You could already picture the chaos waiting for you there, with half the Bengals ready to turn a simple gathering into an impromptu celebration.

“I bet Ja’Marr has some wild decorations,” you said, watching the scenery pass outside.

“Guaranteed,” Joe replied with a smirk. “He texted me a picture of a balloon arch at like 2 a.m. last night.”

You laughed, imagining Ja’Marr staying up late to perfect the setup. “Well, at least he’s taking his duties as ‘honorary uncle’ seriously.”

The drive passed quickly, and before you knew it, Joe was pulling into Ja’Marr’s driveway, which was lined with cars and a few oversized SUVs that you recognized as belonging to other players. Sure enough, there was a massive balloon arch at the entrance, spelling out Welcome Baby Hayes! in bold, glittering letters.

“Subtle,” Joe muttered, grinning as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

You glanced back at Hayes, who was wide-eyed and babbling nonsense to his stuffed tiger. “Alright, baby boy,” you said softly. “Let’s go meet Dad’s other family.”

Joe grabbed the baby bag while you carefully lifted Hayes out of his car seat, holding him close as the two of you walked up to the door. The second you stepped inside, the noise hit—a chorus of cheers and shouts greeting you like a wave.

“There he is!”

“Joey B and Baby B!”

“Look at this little guy!”

The Bengals were in full force, a mix of giant smiles, loud voices, and open arms. Ja’Marr was the first to approach, grinning ear to ear as he took in the sight of Hayes.

“Man, he’s even smaller than I thought,” Ja’Marr said, bending down slightly to get a better look. “What’s up, little guy? I’m your Uncle Ja’Marr. You’re gonna hear a lot about me.”

Hayes blinked at him, his tiny face scrunching up like he wasn’t sure how to feel about the towering man in front of him.

“Give him some space, Chase,” Tee Higgins joked, nudging Ja’Marr aside. “You’re probably scaring the poor kid.”

“Scaring him?” Ja’Marr shot back, feigning offense. “I’m the most likable guy in the room.”

You laughed, adjusting Hayes in your arms as Joe stepped in beside you, offering nods and grins to his teammates. “He’s already used to noise, trust me,” you said.

As the party got underway, the team took turns fawning over Hayes. Sam Hubbard tried to cradle him like a football, earning a sharp “don’t even think about it” from you, while Evan McPherson made Hayes giggle with a silly face. Even the usually stoic players softened around your baby, their towering frames and booming voices taking on a gentle edge.

“He’s got your baby blues,” Tyler Boyd remarked to Joe, who had settled next to you on the couch, looking proud and a little overwhelmed by all the attention.

“Yeah,” Joe said, glancing at Hayes with a faint smile. “He’s a good mix of both of us, though.”

You smiled, leaning into Joe’s side as Hayes cooed and wiggled in your lap. It was chaos, sure, but the good kind—the kind that made you feel surrounded by love and warmth.

The party buzzed on, filled with warm chatter and soft laughter, but Joe’s focus never wavered. Hayes had become the star of the show, passed around like a delicate treasure as each of Joe’s teammates clamored for a turn to hold him.

“Alright, my turn,” Tee Higgins declared, holding out his arms.

You glanced at Joe, who was standing just a few steps away, his shoulders tense as if Hayes might suddenly sprout wings and fly out of someone’s grip.

Tee chuckled. “Relax, man. I’ve got nieces and nephews. I know what I’m doing.”

Joe hesitated, his jaw tightening before he finally nodded. “Just… make sure his head’s supported.”

“Got it, Dad,” Tee replied with a teasing grin. He carefully scooped Hayes out of your arms, holding him securely. “See? No problem.”

Joe crossed his arms, his eyes glued to Hayes like a hawk watching its prey. His lips pressed into a thin line every time Hayes wiggled or let out a tiny noise.

“You’re gonna burn a hole into Tee’s face if you keep staring like that,” you whispered to Joe, nudging him lightly.

“He’s fine,” Joe muttered, though his feet shifted as if he were ready to lunge at any moment.

Ja’Marr sidled up beside him, clapping him on the back. “Man, you’ve gotta chill. Hayes is cool. Tee’s not gonna drop him.”

“Yeah, I know,” Joe replied quickly. But his body language said otherwise, every muscle taut as he watched Tee sway gently with Hayes, making goofy faces that earned a few soft coos from the baby.

As the night went on, each teammate took their turn. Evan, with his steady kicker’s hands, rocked Hayes expertly, drawing a rare smile from Joe. Even the defensive linemen, whose hands were more accustomed to crushing quarterbacks than cradling babies, handled Hayes with surprising gentleness.

Sam leaned down to whisper something to Hayes, his voice soft but gruff. “Alright, little guy. In a few years, we’ll get you in pads, yeah?”

“Over my dead body,” Joe shot back, his voice sharp enough to draw a laugh from the room.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Joe. His protectiveness wasn’t new, but seeing it in action with Hayes added a new layer to the man you already loved. There was something endearing about the way he hovered, his eyes darting from one set of hands to the next, his whole demeanor a mixture of pride and quiet panic.

Finally, Ja’Marr got his turn, holding Hayes with a confidence that rivaled Joe’s own. “See? This is how you do it,” he said, rocking Hayes like a natural.

Joe didn’t respond, but his eyes stayed locked on Hayes, his lips twitching every time the baby shifted.

“Alright, alright,” Ja’Marr teased, handing Hayes back to you. “Before Joey B has a heart attack.”

Joe exhaled audibly as Hayes was safely returned to your arms. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against Hayes’s back as if to reassure himself.

“He was fine, you know,” you said softly, smiling up at him.

“I know,” Joe murmured, his hand lingering. “But he’s… I just don’t like being too far from him.”

Your heart softened at his words, and you leaned into his side, letting Hayes settle comfortably between you.

“Welcome to fatherhood,” you said with a grin.

Joe finally relaxed, his arm draping over your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his gaze still on Hayes. “I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

[alotofpockets]

Teddy bear tea party | Katrina Gorry x Wife!Reader

5k celebration prompt: “Are you seriously having a tea party with the teddy bears?”

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.5k

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If there was one thing you knew about life with kids, it was that you would get an early wake up call nearly every morning. While you weren’t keen on waking up so early, the joy that came with Harper’s giggles made it all better every time.

This morning she rushed into your bedroom, jumped on top of the bed and crashed down on top of your wife. “Good morning to you too, Harps.” Katrina laughed and pulled your daughter closer to her. Partly for cuddles, but mostly so she wouldn’t jump onto her stomach again.

You got some snuggles in just the three of you, before you heard Koby crying in the other room. “I’ll go.” You kissed both your wife and daughter on their foreheads. 

“Hi bubba.” You stepped closer to Koby’s bed and saw his face turn from sad to happy at just the sight of you. “Yeah, mama’s here.” 

After a changed diaper, you get him in his clothes. Katrina was playing a home match today, and you were taking the kids, so you had put him in his very own West Ham kit. Your heart still melted at the tiny jersey. 

“Look who’s ready for mommy’s game!” You said while walking back into the bedroom. Harper’s eyes widened, “Me too, mama, me too!” You chuckled at her eagerness. “Yeah? Come on kiddo, let’s do it!”

Your little girl loved the game as much as her mom. She had grown up with football around her, traveling with Katrina from when she was very little. She had even started playing for a local club a few months ago. 

After laying Koby down on the bed next to your wife, you get ready for Harper to jump into your arms. “Incoming!” She squeaked before taking a big leap. You easily catch her, and spin her around a few times. 

Not long after you arrive back to the bedroom with another kid dressed like their mom. “Do you have room for another little Hammer?” Katrina smiled up at the both of you. “There is always room for my favourite little Hammers.” 

After some family cuddles, you take the kids down from breakfast, so that Katrina can get ready for her match. You had the routine down by now. You’d bring the kids down for their breakfast while Katrina took a shower and got the kit bag ready. Once she was done she continued breakfast with them while you got ready. Then cleaning up together, and you’d be on your way.

Never before snapping a picture together though. You loved capturing every moment with your little family, and moments like these when you were all dressed to support Katrina, were ones you treasured dearly.

From the sidelines at Dagenham you watched Katrina walk the field with Koby sleeping in her left arm and Harper walking out next to her on her right hand. The proud look on Katrina's face spoke of how much the moment meant for her. 

After the line up, your wife walked over with both the kids. She handed Koby over to you and kissed his forehead. Then she kissed your cheek, and gave Harper a hug. “My good luck charms.” 

And good luck you had all brought, because Katrina hadn’t just scored once, she had scored twice that match! Harper was beyond excited and was practically begging you to let her onto the pitch while the game was still going to celebrate with her mom.

When the final whistle, in Harper’s eyes finally, blew, you took her onto the pitch, and she ran straight to Katrina. You stayed back with a crying Koby, he had slept a little already, but his nap time was fast approaching and the loudness of the stadium seemed to get to his sleepy state already.

Katrina had noticed the both of you from the corner of her eye, and took Harper your way. “You should go home. I’ll get a ride.”

When you got home you went straight to Koby’s room. His big sister wanted to help get him tucked into bed, so the two of you got him ready together. “Sweet dreams Koby.” She whispered while you were walking out of the room, and your heart melted again. She was such a good sister.

“And what do you want to do, kiddo?” She looked around the room and let her eyes fall onto the tea set she had gotten for her birthday. “Tea party!” She rushed over to the cups and tea pot.

“Mama, you make picnic please.” You knew exactly what she meant by that. So, you grabbed a picnic blanket from the shelf and laid it out on the floor. “How is that?” 

With her arms full of teddy bears and other stuffed animals, Harper turned around. “Perfect!” She sat down the stuffed animals in a half circle, before sitting down herself. Then she patted the spot beside her. “Do you want tea too?”

“I would love some tea!” You sat down beside her. “Strawberry or mint?” 

“I’ll have some strawberry tea, please.” Harper handed you a cup and filled it with imaginary strawberry tea. “There you go.” 

She went around all the cups that she had placed down to fill them as well. You waited until she had filled a cup for herself as well. “Cheers!” You both said as you clinked your cups together. Good thing it was imaginary tea, because that would have flown everywhere by the force that Harper had put behind it. 

The two of you were chatting over tea, like one does at a tea party, until Harper started getting sleepy. “Nap time, kiddo.” You announced, but she quickly acted as if she wasn’t tired anymore. “Nice try.” You chuckle, as she yawns again.

“But mama, we didn’t help the bears drink their tea yet!” She was at the age where she was trying to talk herself out of stuff, but you weren’t easily fooled. 

“How about if mama gives them their tea?” She thought for a moment. “Promise?” Her pinky held up to you. You interlock your pinky with hers. “I pinky promise.”

She let you take her to bed then, and you intended to keep your promise. So, you headed back to the picnic blanket and sat with the stuffed animals once more.

You were so into your task, that you hadn’t heard Katrina come home until she spoke from behind you. “Are you seriously having a tea party with the teddy bears?” Your wife chuckles at the sight of you holding up a tea cup to the mouths of the teddy bears.

“Yeah, I promised Harps that I would.” You set the cup down to take a small break and talk with her.

“You know she wouldn’t know whether you did or not when she wakes up?” You knew she was right, but it didn’t feel right to you to just say you would and then not do it. “I pinky promised our girl, and I intend to keep that promise. Besides, if it’s important to her, it is to me too.”

Katrina watched you and then sighed. “Great, now you’re guilt tripping me into needing to do this for her.”

You chuckle, it hadn’t been your intention, but you guess that your sentence kind of implied that if it was. “I did no such thing.” You say with a smirk. “So, strawberry or mint tea?”

“Strawberry, please.” Your wife sat down beside you. “Here you go, a fresh cup of strawberry tea.” 

 Katrina accepted the imaginary tea with a dramatic flourish, lifting her pinky finger as she sipped. “Exquisite, darling.” She said in the worst British accent you had ever heard.

“Only the best for your guests.” You said gesturing around the picnic blanket.

After sipping your imaginary teas in silence for a while, Katrina speaks up. “You’re such a good mom.” Your cheeks warm at her words, but you shrugged your shoulders, “It’s just a tea party.”

With a shake of her head, she looks at you. “It’s more than that, and you know it.” Her smile grows. “It’s the way you care about the little things. Like keeping a pinky promise to Harper, even if she would never find out if you’d break it. It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you.”

Once again today, your heart melted. But this time at the sound of your wife’s words. “It’s a good thing that I kept the tea party going, because you’ve for sure earned your tea after those two goals.”

Katrina knew you weren’t good at accepting compliments, so she took your flushed cheeks as a response and lifted her tea cup in the air, to cheers it just like you had done with Harper earlier.

“To Harper and her wonderful imagination.” You said. “To Harper and Koby, and their amazing mama.” Katrina said back. Clinking your cups together.

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The Sweetest Chaos

Characters: Dad(Husband)!Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: Rio and the reader navigate the delightful chaos of family life while juggling six kids, a doctor's appointment, and grocery shopping. Through tender moments and playful banter, the couple's love shines amidst the everyday challenges of parenting, showcasing the beautiful messiness of their unconventional family.

Warnings: Mild language. Family dynamics and parenting themes. Situations involving children and chaos😆. Light humor and romantic moments🥰. Some references to past relationships/blended family dynamics. In other words, nothing serious😆.

Author’s Note: So, it’s ya girl’s birthday tomorrow and I wanted to treat my babies. Let’s celebrate with some much-needed Dad(Husband)!Rio. We’ll treat this as if it’s a birthday cake and I’m sharing the deliciousness with my lovelies, my babies🥰💜. I missed you all🥹🫶🏾. Also, no pressure, but to know me, is to know I love books. If anyone is interested in sending your girl some birthday book mail–hit my inbox and I’ll share my Amazon Bookish Wishlist with you🤓📖. Word Count: 1,100+.

Music Inspo💜:

The minivan, lovingly nicknamed "The Chaos Chariot" by Rio himself, rumbled to a stop outside Dr. Patel's office. Six sets of eyes, ranging from wide and curious to sleepily blinking, stared back at you. Rio, the perfect picture of calm and confidence, swaggered to the driver's side. His eyes met yours and deep chocolate orbs accompanied by a sexy smirk admired you for a moment. He watched you look down shyly and squirm, as you pretended to rummage through your purse. He loved that even after years of being together, he still gave you butterflies. 

He chuckled lightly and opened your door, greeting you in that sexy rasp, “Hey, mama.” Rio palmed your thigh, giving your lips a light peck. “Let me get that for you,” he gestured toward the diaper bag and matching mommy satchel. You handed him both, eyes sparkling with a hint of laughter as he slung them onto his shoulder. 

He grabbed your hand helping you down from the minivan. Rio bent at the waist to connect his lips with yours once more, pulling back you felt his breath fan over your lips as he spoke, “Go get checked in. I got my little goons, mama.” Still wrapped up in his scent and husky tone, you slowly nodded and turned to head inside. Your husband took a deep breath, preparing himself for the madness. His fingers clutched the back door handle, as he slid it open, "Alright, mis bebes, mi vida, let's get this done."

Bless her eternally optimistic soul, Dr. Patel greeted you with a bright smile that could rival the sleekness and shine of Rio's meticulously maintained Mercedes (parked discreetly a few blocks away). Wrangling six kids into the waiting room was an art form you mastered over the years. Eight-year-old Amina, currently sporting a head of questionable purple hair dye courtesy of her older sister Marianna, who didn’t ask permission and in turn, was grounded until further notice, was a whirlwind of boundless energy. Thankfully, baby Luca, still blissfully oblivious to the world, slept peacefully in your carrier.

While you negotiated a temporary peace treaty between Amina and the boy who "stole" London’s toy car (spoiler alert, it was under the couch), Rio watched Marcus, his son from a previous relationship. Unlike the teenage angst you sometimes expected, Marcus was a quiet, sweet, and helpful teenager. Today, he sat patiently reading a book, occasionally glancing up to offer a reassuring smile to his younger siblings.

Dr. Patel, used to the organized crazy of your family, efficiently ushered you in one by one. Marcus, ever the responsible one, volunteered to go first with Ravi, distracting the rambunctious toddler with a game of peek-a-boo while you wrestled London out of her shoes. Rio, his usual relaxed self, watched the interaction with a hint of pride softening his features. Later, during Luca's checkup, Rio's stoicism melted away as the doctor cooed over his chubby cheeks. A small, genuine smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a sight rarely seen outside your home. Each child took their turn being looked over, some receiving mandatory vaccinations. Every child was showered in praise. You were fairly certain Dr. Patel had a soft spot for all of your children. Who could resist those sweet little faces?

Grocery shopping was a logistical nightmare but you were a seasoned veteran. Your meticulously planned list, organized by category in your notes app, was your weapon against the grocery store's mayhem. Rio, channeling his inner strategist, divided the aisles and troops. 

"Baby, that’s way too many boxes of cereal," you insisted, raising an eyebrow at Rio as he tossed them into the cart with a wink.

"Just keeping the snack acquisition specialist happy, darlin’," he replied, his voice a low rumble that sent a delicious shiver down your spine despite the fluorescent lighting and screaming children. Marianna, ever-observant, wrinkled her nose.

"Eww, gross! Do you two have to be so lovey in public?" she complained.

Rio chuckled a deep sound that made your heart skip a beat. "Just making sure your mama knows she's appreciated, princess," he countered, leaning down to kiss your forehead. Amina along with London, never ones to miss out on the action, squealed and demanded a forehead kiss too. He obliged, and you rolled your eyes playfully at the interaction.

Marianna, the self-proclaimed "snack-quisition specialist," continued to navigate the chip aisle with laser focus. Marcus, ever the team player, tackled the produce section with military precision, carefully selecting the ripest fruits and vegetables. Meanwhile, you kept a watchful eye on Ravi, who toddled around like a gleeful wrecking ball, occasionally attempting to "accidentally" knock over displays with a mischievous giggle.

The checkout line stretched into eternity. Baby Luca, your newest addition, decided this was the perfect moment to unleash his lungs. The symphony of cries, bickering over candy bars, and Rio's muttered threats to ditch the entire cart made heads turn. “Mama, you’re worn out. Y’all can just go wait in the car. I’ll bring the groceries.” Just as you were about to melt into a puddle of exhaustion and accept, a warm hand reached for yours. It was Marcus, his usual shy smile replaced with a determined glint.

"Here you go, baby bro," he said, handing a bottle to Luca, who instantly quieted down. Your eyes filled with thanks and a bit of shock. Marcus shrugged his shoulders and continued, “I packed an extra bottle just in case. You looked busy running around, getting us all together. I figured it wouldn’t hurt, ma.” You smiled, fighting back tears. Marcus’ attention shifted toward Rio who was making a beeline for Ravi, who had slipped through his legs and tried to wander off. The eldest child chuckled, shuffling over to his dad, who was battling the wiggling toddler. “Here, Pops,” he assisted, handing a juice box to Ravi. With juice in his grasp, he stopped fighting his father and was mesmerized by the colorful packaging. A wave of warmth washed over you. These moments, fleeting and unexpected, were the glue that held your crazy, chaotic family together.

With the shopping complete, you piled back into the minivan, the air thick with the sweet smell of victory (and possibly a rogue diaper). Rio insisted on taking half the gang in his vehicle. “Maybe you can get a little peace, mama. I’m leaving the two oldest and baby Luca with you. I’ll take the ones that be wilding the most,” he insisted, as he referred to the middle children.

“They get it from you,” you joked, unable to stifle a giggle. 

As Rio weaved through traffic, the setting sun casting an orange glow on his face, he knew this wasn’t the life he imagined. But each of your faces popped into his mind and his heart warmed with a mix of love and joy.” In the quiet moments between grocery meltdowns and doctor's appointments, there was a love so fierce, so unexpected, it warmed even the most guarded corners of Rio's heart.

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[cjlouwho]

Heyy I'm still under the uncle eddie fic spell. So maybe the first time buck and tommy hold their little babygirl? 🥹

Will I ever be able to write a prompt quickly? Unlikely! Juniper has us all wrapped though, let's be honest. tw: brief mention of child death from SIDS and a stillbirth

“Her lungs were a little underdeveloped,” the social worker, Bev, told Buck over the phone, “so the hospital had kept her for observation. The day her mom was released, she left and never came back. She's one week old, healthy as can be now, and yours if you and Tommy want her to be.”

Buck had no memory of the words that came out of his mouth when he got back to the table. Everyone was at Bobby's for dinner. They all gave him bewildered expressions before they realized what he was trying to say, then everyone was up and congratulating them.

Buck didn't linger in the celebration. He had a daughter to go pick up from the hospital.

He ran out to the truck with Tommy following behind him. He looked overwhelmed, and a little nauseous, but Buck knew he was excited. They'd been waiting for this for so long.

It went beyond Buck and Tommy's time together. They'd both wanted kids since they were young. Both had a spell of believing it would never happen for them. Then they found each other, and everything started to fall into place.

Until it didn't.

They'd been married for six months when they started the adoption process. Even after talking with Karen and Hen, they were naive to it all.

There were so many children out there waiting for a family, they felt like it would happen quickly. They'd have a baby before they knew it!

Except that wasn't reality. Reality was getting your heart broken over and over by a faulty system that does next-to-nothing to protect children and get them into safe homes.

It was a couple who didn't want their baby, but didn't want a gay couple to have it either.

It was a two year old who was forced to go with her biological father instead, even though he'd been arrested three times.

It was a four month old boy who died of SIDS the night before they headed to San Francisco to pick him up.

It was a mother who changed her mind.

A stillbirth.

And just when the feeling had started to creep back in, that maybe they'd never get to be parents, it was a call that put everything back in it's proper place.

The carseat was already in the truck. Tommy had left it there after last time. Couldn't bring himself to remove it and put it back in the garage.

They had to run home for the diaper bag. It had been packed and repacked for nearly two years. The sizing of the clothes changed, colors too, but it was always ready to go... just in case.

After tossing in some newborn and size one clothes, they rushed to the hospital.

Buck's heart was pounding. His whole body was shaking like he'd downed three red bulls in a row.

Tommy wasn't doing much better. His hands were resting on Buck's back, but he kept tapping his fingers on him like Buck was a piano.

The nurse, Angie, came out, a bright smile on her face. “Come on back, dads,” she said, waving them in her direction.

Buck was tearing up already. He couldn't even look over at Tommy. He knew if he did, he'd fall apart.

They had moved her to a private room, so Buck and Tommy could be with her without disturbing the other babies and parents in the nursery.

Angie led the way into the room. Bev was already in there. She looked just as excited as they felt.

Tommy's hand moved from Buck's back down his arm, intertwining their hands tightly.

When she reached the bassinet she leaned over and picked up the little girl.

Buck gasped the second he saw her. Her hair light brown and curly, clinging to her head. She had a button nose, and pink skin. She was so small, like a little football wrapped up in a blanket.

“Who wants to hold her first?” Angie asked.

Buck risked a glance at Tommy to see tears already running down his cheeks in a steady stream.

“You go,” he sniffed out. He squeezed Buck's hand before letting go. Angie brought her to him and he gently cradled her in his arms.

“Oh my,” he breathed out. She wiggled briefly, one arm popping out from under her blanket. Her lips smacked, eyes opened in a glare as she stretched. Then she was settled again, snuggled up close to Buck.

“Did you see her eyes?” Buck asked Tommy. “They look just like yours.”

He nodded, cleared his throat. “Yeah, I- I did. Evan, did you see her arm?”

Tommy gently placed his hand underneath her arm, bringing the birthmark on it into view under the dimmed lights.

The tears that had managed to stay in his eyes began falling when he noticed it. She had a birthmark similar to his. It was a bit smaller, not as bright, but otherwise a pretty close match.

Angie placed a hand on Buck's shoulder, staring up at the boys. “I think she was meant for you two.”

Bev moved closer to the pair, her heels clicking on the floor with each step. “You'll have some paperwork to sign, but I think we'll give you three a minute first.”

“I'll be back in to show you how to fix her bottles, and I've got some formula you can take home with you,” Angie explained. “You'll get to keep the blanket too. They're made by volunteers here at the hospital. But take your time, sit down, lay in the bed. Babies like skin to skin contact, so you may want to unbutton your shirt and let her rest on your chest.”

Tommy and Buck nodded along as she spoke, but they were both too entranced to take their eyes off of their baby girl.

The ladies left the room and Buck turned toward Tommy. “Your turn,” he said as Tommy wiped the tears from his face.

“Let me wash my hands first.” He went to the sink and cleaned up, then headed over to the reclining chair and sat down. “Okay.”

Buck smiled. He walked to Tommy and placed the girl in his arms. She looked so small against him. Her whole body was scrunched up, and she was sleeping soundly. Buck didn't want to judge, knew it wasn't right to, he had no idea what her mom had been through, but he couldn't imagine walking away from such a perfect human being.

Tommy held her so gently, like she was made of glass. He held a finger to her hand and she wrapped her own tiny fingers around it. “She's strong,” he noted with a laugh. “Probably stubborn too, like you.”

“Hey now,” Buck teased. “I am not stubborn.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“I'm not!” He whined.

“Okay, Evan, you're not stubborn.”

“Thank you.”

Tommy brought the baby closer to his face, like he was telling her a secret, “If I didn't agree, Daddy would keep going.”

Buck kneeled down in front of them. “Don't listen to papa,” he said, stroking her arm gently. “He's only right like twenty percent of the time.”

Tommy grinned over at Buck, who was smiling back with fresh tears building in his eyes. “We're really parents, Evan,” Tommy said in disbelief. “Like, for real now.”

“I know. I can't believe it.”

“Me either.”

They were both quiet for a moment, soaking up every second with their girl, then Buck asked. “What are we gonna name her?”

Tommy snorted out a laugh. “I was just wondering the same thing. We'll think of something.”

*****

They spent more time with her, Tommy taking a picture of Buck and her together, their birthmarks front and center, and sent it out in a group chat. Buck had been in the midst of another crying session at that point, but it didn't matter. It was the best picture Tommy had ever taken, he was sure of it.

Angie came back in loaded down with formula, a couple of bottles, and instructions on feedings. She'd been with the baby most of the week, so she knew her schedule like clockwork. Tommy and Buck were endlessly grateful for her.

While Tommy signed his part of the paperwork with Bev, Buck changed their daughter's diaper. As he was wrapping her back up, he paid more attention to her blanket. It was a yellow blanket with trees scattered around it.

“Junipers,” Buck mumbled, mostly to himself.

“What's that, Babe?” Tommy asked. He handed the pen back to Bev and walked over to them.

“Oh, nothing, it's- her blanket has Juniper plants on it. It's different.”

They both seemed to come to the realization at the same time. They stared at each other, then Tommy nodded. “I like it.”

“Me too.”

They looked down at her just as her eyes opened, bright blue with specks of hazel watching her dads closely.

“Madelyn for the middle name?” Buck asked. They'd been discussing using Madelyn since they first decided to adopt. For Maddie, of course, but also for Tommy's mom. Her name was Lynn, and she had passed when Tommy was fairly young. He only had a few, but all fond, memories of her.

Tommy picked her back up, her lips turning up into a little grin. “Juniper Madelyn Buckley-Kinard. It's perfect.”

[russellsppttemplates]

Hii🥺 so I was wondering since its gonna be oscars birthday on the weekend how about his first birthday as a dad and his partner surprise him even with flying his parents out there🥺

Love your works, have a lovely weekend❤️

Note: thank you! I hope you have a lovely weekend too (the rest of it anyway)! 🫶

"So you'll head straight to the hotel?", you asked Nicole over the phone, "this little guy is getting fussy like he was yesterday, so I can tell Oscar we'll meet him back at the hotel and he won't find it too suspicious", you reasoned.

"Thank you again for arranging all of this", your mother in-law thanked you, "I'll let you know when they pick us up".

Oscar's birthday coincided with the race weekend, and since it was the first one after Lucas was born, you thought it would be nice to have everyone together in the same place to celebrate your husband's birthday.

"Are you packing up?", Oscar said as he saw you pack Lucas' toys in the diaper bag, "yes, he's really fussy so I think we have to skip qualifying today", you kissed his cheek as he helped you, "you need a quiet nap, little one? You do, don't you?", he asked Lucas, bouncing him on his hip before he let you take him from his arms and into your sling, wrapping him safely against your body, "you and mummy enjoy yourselves and then I'll join you, okay?", he kissed the top of his head before kissing your lips, "stay safe, I love you", he smiled.

"Stay safe as well, okay? We love you and we'll see you at the hotel", you kissed his lips again, lifting Lucas' arm so he could wave at his father.

Arriving at the hotel just as Chris sent you a text saying they were on their way to the hotel, making you go up to the room and settle all your things, change Lucas' diaper and putting him back on the sling so you could go downstairs when they arrived.

"Grandma and grandpa are downstairs, my love, let's go meet them!", you spoke, grabbing the room card and heading to meet your in-laws.

"Look at the little one, he's gotten so big!", Chris was the first to speak as you stepped closer them as the man at the reception desk finished the details so he could hand them the card for their room.

"He looks so much like Oscar, but the lips are all you, Y/N", Nicole said, kissing your cheek, "how are you, dear?".

"I'm good, did you guys have a good flight?", you said as you stepped into the elevator, rubbing Lucas' back over the sling as he was fighting sleep, "He's been wide awake just taking in everything around him, but around this time yesterday, he started fussing so it actually works best to be here anyway - I can't wait for Oscar to see you guys!", you beamed.

Oscar arrived at the hotel and bid goodbye to the rest of the team before swiping the card on the door, ready for some cuddles with you and your little boy when he heard a laugh way too similar to his mother's, "hey, I'm back", he announced.

Chris got the small cake you got with the two candles, singing happy birthday as Oscar hugged his parents after gasping in surprise, "Happy Birthday to you!", Chris sang before Oscar blowing the candles, "what are you doing here?", he mused.

"Y/N flew us over so we could spend your birthday together", Nicole offered, kissing his cheek.

"Look who's up", Oscar cooed as Lucas looked up at him, stretching his arms so his father could pick him up, "hey, buddy, we're having a little party of our own, aren't we?", he gushed.

Nicole offered to put Lucas to sleep while Chris unpacked their stuff in their room so you and Oscar could go to the hotel restaurant and enjoy a meal together without the baby, "thank you for doing this, love", he kissed your knuckles.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[littleprincessbug3]

Wow 8 whole years is a long time! Are you a full time little then? 24/7? Any advice to give someone trying to commit to being a little as a lifestyle?

I would consider myself a full-time little ☺️ I still have big girl responsibilities like driving, adulting stuff, and I used to have to go in to work in the past. But even when u have to put your big girl (or big boy) pants on, there are ways to keep that little light shining inside of you! 💖 Which is especially important if that's ur main coping mechanism and identity!

Of course this will look different for every person, and depends a lot on your current living situation (which i know can be super limiting) But really think about how you spend your time each day, and think about how to do those things in ways that better validate your littlespace! And be intentional about what your dream life would look like in the future!

A couple things I can recommend:

You have to get dressed everyday, so add some littlespace flair to your outfits! There are lots of ways to do this in varying levels of discreetness. Build up your wardrobe in a way that makes you feel happy and valid! 🎀

Bringing stuffies or toys wherever you go, in the car, in your pockets, in your bag, etc. It's always comforting to bring a friend along with you 🧸

Finding a way to work or make money that doesn't completely prevent any littleness is important as a lifestyle little, because jobs take up so much time in our lives! When I was stuck in a job, I still used to play games on my break, talk to Daddy, bring cute snacks for lunch, use the quarter toy dispenser on the way out, stuff like that ^_^

Connect with other littles, and surround yourself with like-minded and supportive friends, you're so not alone! 🫶

Incorporate littlespace fun into celebrating every holiday and birthdays! (im super excited for the easter bunny to come!!) 🐰

Using little plates, bowls, cutlery, sippy cups or bottles on the regular 🍼

Make adulting cuter! Instead of a boring to-do list, make a cute chore chart! Use stickers and colorful pens in a planner, and make sure to reward yourself for doing a good job ⭐️

Implementing littlespace into morning and bedtime routines!! 🌙

Practice seeing wonder in the world through your 'littlespace' eyes at anytime! Connect with your happy inner child. Look for opportunities to play, be curious, learn new things, and be excited to be alive because life is fun! ☀️

And maybe this goes without saying, but having a life partner who actively supports/encourages your littlespace (like a caregiver) makes a big difference. It's not necessary of course, and not even something all littles want or need. I'm just saying if you end up with a partner who discourages you, it'd be impossible to be a lifestyle little! Respect your own identity and needs, and don't settle for anyone who doesn't understand you and love you in the ways you need 💖 (I just feel so bad for people stuck in vanilla relationships and having to be closeted about littlespace and diapers, better if you can avoid that situation before it happens!)

just brainstorming some stuff here, but I hope it was helpful!! I'm happy to elaborate on these ideas and give more examples if anyone’s interested ^_^

thx for the question, live your dream and keep on doing what makes you happy, life is what you make of it!! 🐞 xoxo

[cailinsblog]

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In the bustling world of Formula 1, Lando Norris was known for his skill on the track and his charming demeanor off it. But behind the wheel, there was a softer side to him, one that only his girlfriend, Y/N, and now their newborn baby boy, Jack, got to witness.

As the Formula 1 season kicked into high gear, Lando found himself preparing for a race unlike any other. This time, he wasn't just racing for himself or his team; he was racing for his little family. With Jack in tow, they embarked on a journey filled with excitement and adorable moments.

The paddock buzzed with anticipation as Lando, Y/N, and Jack made their grand entrance. Dressed in matching team gear, they were a sight to behold – a picture-perfect family ready to take on the world.

Despite the pressures of the race looming ahead, Lando's focus remained firmly on his loved ones. Between practice sessions and media interviews, he stole every spare moment to shower Jack with affection. From playful tickles to gentle cuddles, their bond was undeniable.

As race day arrived, emotions ran high. Lando strapped into his car, the roar of the engine drowning out the crowd's cheers. But as he sped around the track, his thoughts never strayed far from Y/N and Jack, cheering him on from the sidelines.

In the midst of the chaos, Y/N juggled baby bottles and diaper bags with the finesse of a seasoned pit crew member. Her unwavering support gave Lando the strength he needed to push himself to the limit, each lap bringing him closer to victory.

But it wasn't just Lando who stole the show that day. Jack, with his chubby cheeks and infectious giggles, became the darling of the paddock. From drivers to engineers, everyone couldn't help but be enchanted by the little bundle of joy.

As the race drew to a close, Lando crossed the finish line in a blaze of glory. The crowd erupted into applause, but for Lando, the real prize awaited him in the arms of his family. Sweaty and exhilarated, he rushed into Y/N's embrace, Jack nestled between them, a radiant smile on his face.

In that moment, amidst the whirlwind of victory and celebration, Lando knew that his greatest achievement wasn't winning the race – it was the love he shared with Y/N and their precious son, Jack. And as they stood together, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, their hearts raced with a joy that surpassed even the thrill of the track.

[247-diaperboy]

QB’s Humiliating Secret part 3

It’s been about a month since that awkward moment between my roommate Robby and me. We haven’t really talked about what happened, and for the most part, things have gone back to normal. Still, the dreams continue, and my nighttime wetting is only getting worse. To cope, I’ve started wearing diapers under my underwear after my shower each night.

The day after Robby caught me, I decided to buy my own diapers and lock them away in my storage bin so he wouldn’t know I was wearing them.

Football season is going strong. Coach decided to make me a captain. As the new captain, I’m responsible for taking the guys out for a celebratory dinner and throwing a big party with the upperclassmen captains at their house.

That’s where everything went sideways. By now, you’ve probably figured out that combining alcohol with “fun” hasn’t always worked out for me. So, just to be safe, I decided to wear a pair of Depends under two layers of underwear.

The night started off great. We celebrated the win, and everyone was drinking heavily. I had a girl on each arm, and my game was on point. They kept lifting my shirt to check out my abs. At the time, I didn’t think much of it—my diaper was pretty well hidden. But I got drunk fast and decided it was probably best to head back to the dorms before anything could go wrong. But of course, that wasn’t in the cards.

As I was leaving, a drunk frat guy stumbled up to me, shouting, “Hey! You tried to steal my girlfriend when you first got here!”

“What are you talking about?” I replied, half laughing it off.

“You heard me,” he sneered. “And I’ve got a little secret about you. Maybe I’ll let everyone in on it.”

My heart stopped. Is this it? I thought. The end of my football career? My life? Without thinking, I swung a punch right at his face. He went down cold.

“Let’s get him out of here,” one of my teammates said, slapping me on the back. We agreed to drop him off on frat row and call it a night.

I thought I’d dodged a bullet—until I got back to my dorm. On the floor was an envelope with my name on it. Inside, a note read: “YOU MADE A MISTAKE. YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE HIT MY BROTHER. HE WASN’T THE ONE WHO PUT YOU IN THE NURSERY—I’M STILL WATCHING YOU. MEET ME OUTSIDE THE MAIN LIBRARY IN 45 MINUTES, OR PICTURES OF YOU WILL GO VIRAL.”

Just then, an email from an unidentified sender popped into my inbox, with a photo of me in a crib, wearing a thick diaper. Panic set in. Should I call the cops? Tell Robby? But time was ticking, and I had only 42 minutes. I called Robby.

“Hey, where are you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“I’m about two minutes from the dorm,” he replied.

“Can you come back here? I need your help.”

He was there five minutes later. “What’s going on?” he asked, noticing my worried expression.

I explained everything, and he nodded. “Alright. Let’s go handle this.”

At 3:30 a.m., we stood outside the library, shivering. I hadn’t even taken off the diaper. Five minutes later, a black van pulled up, headlights flashing. As we stepped closer, six men in black masks jumped out, grabbed me, threw me into the van, and covered my head with a bag. They left Robby behind, and I was being driven off to who knows where.

Fear washed over me, and my nerves got the best of me. I started peeing uncontrollably, soaking the diaper until it began to leak. The guys in the van burst out laughing. One of them threw my pants and underwear out the window.

“Check this out,” one of them snickered. “We’ve got ourselves a real big baby here.”

“Change him, would you?” a voice from the front seat demanded.

One of them wiped me down. I hated it, but a strange feeling came over me. Against my will, I got hard. Was I really enjoying this?

Finally, the van stopped, and I was led into an unknown building. They shoved me into a room, locked the door, and I waited in total darkness. Then the lights clicked on.

What I saw left me speechless: a massive crib, stacks of diapers, shelves of toys, and a TV playing cartoons. Giant stuffed animals lined the walls, and cartoon wallpaper surrounded the room. Although I knew I should have been terrified, I felt a strange pull. There was a plate of cookies and bottles of milk on a table nearby. Drunk and starving, I went for it. I devoured ten cookies and drank three bottles of milk, then headed to the crib. Feeling oddly comfortable, I even started to pleasure myself as I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, the crib gate was locked, and a larger, heavier cage was fastened around me. Strangely, I felt a sense of comfort, even if I couldn’t admit it to anyone. Suddenly, the door opened, and a tall, muscular man walked in. He approached the crib, took off his mask, and I stared in shock.

I couldn’t believe who it was.

“All this time…” I murmured, realization sinking in. “It was you.”

Robby stood over the crib looking down at me and smiled. Yes, it was me all this time. I figured after a while you would get use to the diapers and come around to my way of thinking. However, you just can't come to terms with your inner feelings.

So, from this day forward you will receive all of my attention. I will care for you and ensure you stay in the diapers you love so much. Everyone and I on the soccer team will care for you from this day forward.

We plan to keep you in the diapers 24/7. The only time you are allowed big boy underwear is for football practice or football games.

And with today being the last football game and no more practices to attend. You will remain in diapers from this day forward seance you love them so much.

Just think, only 2 more months of classes and no football insight until next fall. If you're a good boy and do as told, we will remove that cage. For now, it will remain locked on for the next 2 months.

We plan to keep you as a diaper boy 24/7

[dsireland86]

Dad!Noah Halloween request

It's the reader and Noah's first Halloween with their newborn son. While Noah is at the studio, the reader decides to dress their newborn son up as a replica of Noah. The three of them spend the evening together passing out candy to trick-or-treaters, carving pumpkins, etc. Once their newborn goes to sleep, it's time for the reader and Noah to have their own private Halloween time together. 😉

Ohhhh this is going to be so good!!!

Happy Halloween

@philomenie @supersquirrel1996 @foliosgirl @angelmarie89 @fadingintothegrey @theanarchymuse95 @thisbicc @lma1986 @dominuslunae @shayzillaaaa @thefallenangel @fadingintothegrey  @an0mallly @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @mrsnoahsebastian

“Alright, Levi, let's go see Daddy for his birthday," you say to the tiny four and a half month old.

Adjusting the mask after you buckle him snuggly into his carrier, you smile down at him, admiring how adorable he looks in his “mini Noah” costume. Levi’s a spitting image of his daddy, right down to the freckles over and around his small pointed nose. The little black ski mask that sits loosely over Levi's tiny face is embellished with white embroidered symbols that stand out brightly among the sea of black. But it works. Levi looks just like Noah. Feeling confident about your birthday gift, you gather up the diaper bag and head to the studio.

Pumpkins, hay bales, mums and cornstalks line the streets and business along the strip. The sight of fall is everywhere even though in the eighty degree California heat, it doesn't feel like it much.

You open the door to the studio, instantly greeted by the sound of drums. Folio must be tracking today. You walk into the main part of the studio and are greeted by excited hellos, smiles and hugs from Jolly and Nicholas. When they see Levi, they freeze.

"Holy shit, Y/N," Jolly cries, gushing over your son.

"Hey! Look! It's baby Noah," Nick laughs.

All of their excitement makes you laugh. "It's one of Noah's birthday presents. You think he'll like it?" you ask, skeptically.

"Like it! Y/N, Noah's going to love it!" Nichols assures you. "Thanks for always trying to make my brother happy."

"You're welcome," you smile, leaning into the side hug Nick gives you.

"Y/N, where did you get the mask?" Jolly asks, carefully undoing the straps of his nephews carrier.

"A friend back home made it for me," you reply, grinning when Jolly coddles Levi into him.

"Where's Noah?"

"He and Matt are in the soundproof room with Folio."

That explains the sudden quietness. You take Levi and head towards the back, excited to show off his outfit. Sure enough, with their backs toward you, Matt and Noah are watching Folio as he hammers out a few blasts. It only takes a few minutes for Folio to notice you, smiling and waving, causing Matt and Noah to turn around.

The instant Noah sees you and Levi, he leaves the soundproof room and comes over to you, gathering you up in a heated kiss. It doesn't last long, but it's enough to drive you crazy.

"I've missed you," he confesses, laying his forehead on yours.

"It's only been two hours," you chuckle.

"It feels longer."

"Oh god," Matt groans, laughing. "You two are ridiculous."

"What? When you find a woman as good as the one I have, you'll understand," Noah, retorts, looking back at you.

"Happy birthday, love," you tell him, watching that familiar frown sweep over his face. You knew Noah hated celebrating his birthday, but he always made the exception of not complaining for you. Out of respect, you always tried to downplay it, only doing simple little things for him; like this one.

"What is this?" He gasps, finally looking at Levi and noticing his outfit. "Babe?"

The smile that spreads over his face makes your heart flutter and you know that he loves your surprise. Taking Levi from you, Noah examines his son's outfit, laughing and smiling like a kid on Christmas.

"Oh my god, Princess, this is adorable! Where did you get this mask?"

"A friend," you answer, giggling at how happy Noah is. Proudly, he begins showing off your baby to everyone, telling all of them how awesome you are for dressing Levi up to look like him. Your heart swells with pride and love for your husband and seeing him this happy is what you know life is all about.

"Are you almost done here? It is Halloween."

Noah kisses your forehead again, shifting Levi in his arms.

"Yes. Folio just has a little bit more to track. Trying to knock this part out. What are the plans for later? I told the guys I'm all yours and Levi's tonight."

You smile, running your hand down Noah's cheek, appreciating the way he's always trying to balance home and work life.

"I was thinking about carving some pumpkins first, before getting ready for the neighbors Halloween party tonight."

"Oh yeah, that's right, we agreed to help them pass out candy tonight."

"Yup. Ready to become my pumpkin king tonight," you say, reaching up on your tip toes and kissing Noah's soft, pouty lips. The sensation gives you shivers and travels lightly over your center, making your muscles tighten. His massive hand finds your bottom, gripping your cheek tightly and pushing you closer to him. It excites you, making you giggle.

"Only if you're ready to be my ragdoll, in more ways than one."

You catch the little glint in his eyes, knowing very well what that means. Noah wants you entirely to himself tonight once you get Levi to bed.

"Of course. Anything for you, my King."

You bite your bottom lip and grin, knowing fully well what it does to Noah. He laughs and pulls you in, laying a kiss on the top of your head.

"I am your fucking king, baby. Always."

"I suck at carving pumpkins," Noah admits. He pulls the remaining part of his pumpkin's eye out, revealing a crooked, uneven triangle. You look at it and grin, loving how imperfect it looks

"Love, it's freaking awesome! He's perfect!"

Noah's face lights, your words giving him confidence to continue his work. You watch how his long fingers work over the orange skin of his pumpkin, gripping the entire side of it as if it's nothing. It reminds you of how he grips your thigh when he's making love to you. The thought makes you clench your legs together. He notices how quiet you are.

"Everything alright over there?" Noah looks up at you, the familiar look of desire deep in his eyes.

Your lips curl into a small smile "Yeah, everything's fine."

Noah narrows his eyes, placing his cutting tool down and crawling over to you, knocking over the baby monitor in the process. He tackles you, gathering you up in a hot and heavy kiss that sends your head spinning.

"Noah," you giggle, as he attacks your neck and you push back against him.

"If you don't get off me I'm going to smear your pretty face with pumpkin guts," you squeal, pushing on his shoulders.

"What! I'm at an advantage here, Princess. You can't go anywhere."

"Noah!" you shriek the moment he tickles your side.

Levi's soft cry comes over the monitor, making both of you freeze.

"It's your fault," Noah playfully accuses you, tickling you again.

"Mine! You're tickling me," you giggle as his fingers dig into your side.

Levi's cry gets louder, making Noah huff a sigh. "I'll get him," he offers, kissing you hard one more time before jumping up.

"You finish your pumpkin." He flashes you his charming smile before rushing up the stairs to Levi's bedroom.

You work vigorously, cutting and carving, shaping your pumpkin into the image you have in your mind. Noah returns shortly with your little boy in his arms.

"There she is, little man," Noah says softly, handing him over to you.

One baby bottle and two carved pumpkins later, Noah sits the finished product out on your front porch, lighting the tea light candle. He takes a step back next to you, crossing his hands in front of him, staring at the two pumpkins.

"Fuck."

"What?" You look up at him to find he's scowling.

"Mine's so crooked on the right side. It looks deformed."

"I told you it like it, though!"

"Yeah, but next to yours, it looks shitty."

You try to hide your smile at the way Noah is seriously pouting over carved pumpkins, reminding you of how much of a big kid he can still be despite being almost thirty.

"Okay, fine. Watch this."

You turn Noah's to right and yours to the left, hiding the imperfection from his view.

"Better?" throwing your hands on your hips.

Noah grins.

"Yup! Thanks, mom!" he chuckles, slipping his finger under your chin to raise your head, kissing you softly.

Jack, Sally, and their little pumpkin sit by the front door of their neighbors house, handing out treats to all the little people dressed up for the haunted holiday.

From witches to vampires to movies and TV show characters, you sit on Noah's right, left arm laced around his right while holding a sleeping little Levi, who quickly became the highlight of entertainment, in the crook of your arm. You were exhausted, laying your head on Noah's shoulder.

"Tired?" Noah asked, kissing the side of your head.

You nod, yawning.

"You wanna go home?"

You nod, again.

Noah drapes his arm around your thigh, softly rubbing the inside of it. Just his touch makes you shiver. The goosebumps do not go unnoticed by Noah.

"Are those little bumps from the cold, Princess, or from me?"

His warm breath on your ear makes your breath hitch just a little.

"You should know," you whisper, hearing a low grunt from him in response. The sound makes your center tighten, then release, forcing you to close your thighs around Noah's hand.

"Come on, Princess. Let's go home. Little man needs his bed and I want my birthday present."

Noah puts the candy bowl down, holding his hands out to you.

"Your birthday present?"

Noah pulls you up and into him, catching your lips with his. Instantly, you feel his need against you and the hunger in the way he's kissing you. You almost can't breathe. When you part, Noah blinks a few times as his chest rises and falls rapidly.

"Let's go," he says, his voice husky and low.

Noah's lips trail slowly down your neck, barely gracing your collar bone. You tilt your head slightly to the side giving him more access to one of his favorite spots. His hands slide up your thighs and up under your dress, drifting over the silk panties covering your bottom. He gives it a good squeeze while pushing you closer to him, bringing your hands to rest on his bare shoulders.

"I love you, he mumbles against your neck, voice low and soft.

"I know you do. I love you too."

Noah's lips find yours, kissing you until you can taste the longing coming from his parted lips. His tongue slides slowly and softly over yours, making you whimper. He lifts you and you cling to him as he effortlessly carries you over to the bed you share, laying you down gently. Standing over you, Noah smiles.

"You're the best gift ever, you know that?"

His hands begin pushing your dress up higher and higher.

"You and Levi, you're enough."

Noah climbs on the bed, straddling you, and sits you up to pull your dress up over your head, tossing it to the floor. Your red push-up bra has your breasts almost spilling out, making Noah's mouth water.

"Goddamn, aren't you a beautiful sight," he sighs, moving up, closer to you. He buries his face between your breasts for a moment, kissing and sucking the soft pale skin. Placing both your hands on the side of his head, feeling the way he moves as he kisses you, you run your hand through his dark, long locks, earning you a "fuck" and a deep growl. Pulling you up, he quickly unclasps your bra, letting you fall back into the softness of the mattress.

"I love your breasts, you know that?" Noah's words come in between kissing and licking. "They taste so fucking good."

He nips your nipple causing you to gasp loudly.

"Shit, Noah," you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Moving down, Noah finds your belly, running his hand over the not so firm and tight skin. He smiles, planting soft kisses all over it. "This was my baby's home for nine months," he says softly, running his large, tattooed hand over it.

"I don't like my stomach. Even before having Levi," you confess honestly. Noah peers up at you through his dark brown eyes filled with a burning hunger.

"I love your stomach, Princess. I love that it's so soft and that I have something to hold on to when we're cuddling. Or fucking."

Noah chuckles at how wide your eyes get.

Moving down, he grazes your wet core with his breath on the way down to your thighs, causing your muscles to clench and then unclench.

"I love you thighs, too, and how they warm my cheeks as I'm going down on you."

Noah's comments pull a small laugh from you making him smile some more.

"But my favorite is when you're straddling my legs. I like getting to watch you cum."

Noah bites the inside of your thigh. You release a soft cry and try to sit up, but Noah holds you down with his strength.

"But this, this is my absolute favorite," running his nose over your silk covered folds.

"Fuck, Noah," you whine, grabbing his hair and pulling it a little. "It's your birthday. I should be giving you what you want."

The look Noah gives you is one of sincerity.

"Princess, you are giving me what I want. I want your body, I want your heart. I want your pussy. But you know what I really want the most?"

You shake your head, grinning.

Without taking his eyes off yours, Noah slips his fingers inside your panties and pulls them off.

"You're cum on my tongue."

Without another word, he falls to his knees on the bed and licks straight up between your folds. You suck in a large breath, unable to withstand the penetrating feeling coming from down below.

The way Noah moves his tongue over your clit, sucking and nipping it, has your mind reeling. With each plunge of his tongue inside you, that familiar magical pressure begins building. You can't hold back the moans and whimpers that spill from your lips as you continue to look down, watching Noah eat you like you're his own personal birthday cake. It's a huge turn-on. The more you watch him, the more the heat inside you builds, creating the deep urgent need to feel him inside you. But there isn't time. Before you realize it, your orgasm gushes over you, causing you to be louder than you probably should be as you cry out his name.

Noah doesn’t stop but continues to pull every bit of your orgasm out of you until you're at the point of giggles.

"Hearing you scream my name is the best birthday gift I could ask for. You're beautiful," Noah gushes, crawling over you and laying on top. You hold him close, running your hands over his back and up his neck, into his thick hair, feeling the weight of his body as he relaxes.

"Happy Birthday, my love. I'm so glad you were born."

Noah raises his head to look at you, and you see the tears he's holding back.

"It's okay, Noah. It's okay," you assure him, caressing the sides of his face, lifting your head to kiss him.

"I don't deserve you."

"Yes, you do, and more. "

Noah cocks his head, wondering how you see him the way you do.

"Now, I have one more small gift for you," you tell him, pushing him up and off you.

Grabbing his button-up dress shirt from his costume, you slip it over you, leaving the front open.

"You're like the best fucking eye porn I've ever seen, Princess."

Noah's admission has your cheeks burning red.

Sitting on the side of the bed, he stretches his long legs out, leaning back slightly on the heels of his hands. His dark eyes, aroused and heavy lidded, watching your every move.

"So, now what," he asks, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth. The sight has your entrance soaked.

Now," you say, moving between his thighs and running your fingers through his hair. "I take care of you."

Noah closes his eyes and leans lovingly into your touch. It makes your heart race, the feeling of love you have for this man being the power source.

You fiddle with his belt, undoing the buckle while leaning down and kissing him, slowly but sweetly massaging his tongue with yours. Noah groans then growls the moment your fingers are inside his pants.

"Fuck me," he whispers under his shaking breath, staring intently as you lower yourself to your knees.

"That's the goal. Happy Birthday, Noah."

[sunny44]

All these years (Part 9)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

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Ten months after the last chapter

This was the first night I managed to sleep properly.

Today, our baby turns 1 month old.

Matilda Leclerc was as smiley as Charles, and the dimples were identical.

I carried her for 9 months, felt every pain for her to be born, just like him.

And speaking of Charles, I could hear his baby voice speaking softly to her as I lay in bed with my eyes closed.

"Do you know you're daddy's love? And that I'll take care of you forever?" she made some noises with her mouth. "Your mom is jealous that you look like me, but I honestly love that. I love you, you know, love your little eyes, chubby feet, and your baby smell. I love you even when you're all messy."

"Good to know." I say, looking at him. "You'll be in charge of the messy diapers now."

"I can do that." we hear a little fart, and he laughs.

"I think you'll have to start now."

"Well then." he gets up and leaves the room, and I brush my teeth and decide to go to her room. "Babe, come here."

"Problems?"

"I don't know if I'm doing it right." I see that the diaper is all crooked, making me laugh. "Don't laugh at me."

"Sorry, love. But you're doing a great job. Don't worry."

"Guide me."

"Okay, she's already clean, and the diaper is already positioned on her bum, so now you grab the front flap and pull it up." he does. "Now, open the tabs and fasten them in the front."

He does it slowly and fastens the last tab, then strokes her little tummy, and she giggles, making Charles's eyes fill with tears.

"Did you see that she laughed at me?"

"I saw, love." I hugged him from the side.

He finished putting on the onesie that said "I'm daddy's baby," which Charles had bought the day after we found out I was pregnant.

"Okay, I'll finish packing their bags so we can go to Arthur's."

Arthur and Megan are living in Milan for a few months to help us with the baby and we were going to visit them. It would be the first time everyone would meet her. Our parents followed the pregnancy, but during the delivery, there was a snowstorm here, so they couldn't catch the flights to come. And since today is her first month, we're all going to meet to celebrate.

In the first month, we didn't go out much with her. I think the fear that something might happen was greater, and I think all first-time parents have that fear.

"I'll take a shower, and then we can go."

I took a shower, did a quick makeup, and put on warm clothes since it was winter in Monaco.

"Look at this." he appears excited with Matilda dressed in a mini Ferrari uniform. "Look at how my baby is."

"She looks just like you on race weekends." he laughs. "Can we go?"

"We can." he hands her to me and takes the bags.

I locked the apartment door, and we went to the car, and obviously, Charles went straight to the Ferrari, a track that I started to hate since we had it.

"Let's not go in this death machine." he looks at me offended.

"My baby is not a death machine."

"Your baby is here on my lap, and I'm not going to put her in that car, which besides not having a back seat, is not safe."

"Okay." he gives up, and we go to my Range Rover."

My car and his two cars have a car seat for her since it was good for emergencies, and in fact, I haven't bought any since my parents, his parents, and Arthur and Carla gave them.

Matilda was the most spoiled child in the world, I think.

"Well strapped." he kisses her forehead and sits in the driver's seat. "Let's go."

The journey was composed of Matilda's cries and children's songs on the playlist that Charles had made for her on his Spotify account.

We arrived at Arthur's apartment and took all the luggage and went to the door. Charles had put her securely in the baby carrier on his chest so we could carry everything. She had fallen asleep and was covered with a blanket, her little face leaning against his chest.

When I tried to put her to sleep, it only worked when Charles wasn't home, but when he was, she only slept in his arms.

"We're here, family." he says somewhat loudly, and everyone comes running. "We know this rush is not for us."

"Yeah." I laughed, and we greeted everyone who went straight to Charles and Matilda.

"She's so beautiful." says stroking her thin hair. "She looks just like Charles."

"Don't say that near Y/n, or she'll ask for a divorce." I rolled my eyes, and they laughed.

Speaking of which, we got married. A few months after I found out I was pregnant.

We decided we didn't want a very big party, so we got married at the courthouse and had a little party for the family later, where we announced that we would be parents.

"She's a copy of Charles, literally." they look at me. "From the noises when they're sleeping to the stubbornness."

"I'm not stubborn, you liar."

"Yes, you are."

Soon, she started crying, and Charles took her out of the carrier and handed her to me. She hadn't breastfed before leaving home, so she woke up because of that.

"Someone is hungry." my mom says, and I sat on the couch.

The boys went to the kitchen to get something to drink, and I started breastfeeding Matilda while the girls sat around.

"How's it been? I mean, being a mother."

"It's great, to be honest. It's tiring at first, especially since none of us had experience with this, but we're doing well. She's very calm."

"That's great. Charles was the calmest of the three."

"Y/n was calm too and hardly caused any trouble."

"The only trouble she gives is when it's time to sleep. When Charles is away, she even sleeps with me, but as soon as she senses when he gets home, she wakes up. And when we're together, she only sleeps in his arms." they look, dying of love. "She'll finish here, and even though she's sleepy, Charles will have to take her."

"She's very attached to him, apparently."

"Yes, a clingy one." Matilda finishes, and I hand her over to Pescale, who said she wanted to fix her.

This was another funny topic. She always vomited on Charles, who surprisingly started laughing, and Matilda giggled along with him.

"Is she done already?"

"She's with your mom." I point, and Charles goes to his mom and takes her.

"Charles." she scolds him when he takes her.

"She's my baby, not yours." he says and leaves, making me laugh.

"Is he always like this?"

"Yes, even with me, but then I say that I carried and gave birth, and then he pouts and hands her over to me." they laugh. "He's very attached to her and doesn't leave her side. She grumbles to cry, and he runs to wherever she is."

"He's adorable."

We talked a little more, and I decided to go to the guest room, where I saw Charles passing with her a few minutes ago. I stopped at the door and watched them.

Charles swayed her slowly and murmured something. I approached him, and he smiled, then gently put her in the middle of several pillows, gave her a little kiss on the head, and hugged me from behind as we watched her sleep.

"I love you. And thank you for giving me her." he whispers in my ear, and I smile, snuggling more into his embrace.

"And thank you for not giving up on me."

He kissed my forehead, and we stayed there, watching our baby sleep.

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[azrielslightintheshadows]

Winter solstice

Azriel x f!Reader

Summary; celebrating winter solstice with your friends and your daughter.

Warnings; dad Azriel. (I think this is a fair warning)

Masterlist.

Just a quick thought I had.

Winter solstice finally came and Velaris looked even more beautiful than before. All the streets and stores were decorated with garlands and evergreen wreaths and even the mountains seemed festive with the layer of white that covered them. 

Dela your one year old daughter was crawling around your bedroom as you got ready to go to the house of wind to celebrate with your family. You chose a midnight black dress that reached mid-thigh and a pair of black heels. You decided to wear more jewellery than usual to make your outfit less plain and checked your hair one last time before picking up your daughter. 

She looked mesmerizing in the blue- the same shade as her daddy’s siphons- dress you picked for her. 

“Dada” she mumbled when you walked out of the room.

“Yes baby we are going to daddy” you rolled your eyes, lately she’s been asking for Azriel all the time making you hate the word dada by the amount of times you heard it during the day. 

“Dada!” She exclaimed once you reached the living room and Azriel raised from his seat.

“There’s my princess” he cooed and quickly took her from you. The small bat giggled and caressed her daddy’s cheek making his knees tremble. You always enjoyed watching Azriel melting whenever your daughter showed affection towards him.  

“You look amazing angel” he told you and moved closer to leave a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“Thank you my love” you smiled and picked the bag you had prepared with Dela’s bottles, diapers and extra clothes. 

“Ready?” Azriel asked and headed to the door.

“I think so” you noticed Dela’s stuffed bat in the corner and gasped “we almost forgot Claude”

Azriel’s eyes widened and his face paled at the thought of putting her to sleep without her favorite toy.

“Mother above!” He murmured.

“Okay ready” you announced and walked to them. 

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You landed at the house of wind and walked inside, everyone was there sitting around the table while Nyx and Ella- Cassian’s and Nesta’s daughter ran around the house screaming and laughing. 

“Hello” you smiled and your family immediately got up to kiss you and most importantly to greet Dela. Nyx and Ella were grown now and ignored the adults so, everyone gave their attention to your daughter. 

You watched as she was passed around, kicking her feet and giggling as everyone kissed her and cooed. 

“Finally some time to relax” Azriel whispered to you and you nodded. At first you felt guilty for enjoying these moments of freedom, but now after a whole year with the baby the guilt completely disappeared, after all you were still in the same room with her. 

You all enjoyed your dinner except for Elain who asked if she could feed Dela, she placed the baby chair between her and Lucien and started a story as she fed your daughter. 

You watched the little bat terrorizing Cassian after dinner, and giggled. He was bouncing her on his thigh enjoying her giggles and stopping when he got tired, your daughter though kept shouting “Again” every time he stopped so the poor giant kept bouncing her until he was panting. 

“Come on Del I can’t keep doing this” he whined 

“ Again” she pouted. 

Cassian shook his head and started bouncing her once again.

“Cass I wouldn’t do that if I were you she just….” Your mate was cut off by your daughter who puked. “…ate” he concluded with a sigh. 

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After Cassian and Dela were clean again you moved to the living room, enjoying your wine and the warmth of the fireplace. You watched all your friends on the ground singing and playing with your daughter and smiled. Azriel noticed too and wrapped an arm around your shoulders pressing you against him and kissing your temple.

“We’re so lucky” you murmured.

“I know” he smiled and leaned his head on yours.

Your little girl glanced back at you giving you a toothy grin before turning her attention back to your friends. 

It's a small one because I didn't have any free time today <3

[twice-inamillion]

Dahyun’s Birthday Sex

Smut and fluff (rough sex, deep penetration, creampie)

Chapter 199 

3.4 K Words 

(OC celebrating Dahyun's 21st birthday.)

“Babe wake up, babe” you feel a slight nudge in your arm as you are half asleep. Opening your eyes, you see Dahyun next to your bed. “What’s going on, Dahyun?” Knowing you’re now awake, she sits on the bed next to you, “Do you want to go on a morning walk with me?” You look towards your window, see it’s still dark out, and ask, “What time is it?” She looks at her watch, “It’s five in the morning, perfect for a morning walk.” 

You think to yourself that it's way too early to have a walk, but it’s been a while since you accompanied her in one, “Okay, I’m up for it; what about Daeun?” She turns towards you and lowers herself, “She’s right here,” showing you a sleeping Daeun in a satchel semi-awake. You stand up and kiss her, “Good morning, little princess.” 

“Okay, let’s go on that walk.” Dahyun waits for you downstairs and hands you a small sling bag for you to carry. You hold Dahyun’s hand and have a pleasant conversation as you walk down the side of the road. 

Once you get back, you and Dahyun get ready for your date. “I’m going to bathe Daeun and take a shower myself. Meet you down again in an hour.”

You go to Dahyun’s room and knock on the door, “Can I come in?” “Come in!” You open the door and see a Dahyun sitting with Daeun, who is breastfeeding. “Come and sit down. I’m just feeding Daeun before we leave.” You sit and watch a semi-sleeping Daeun suckling slowly on Dahyun’s cream-white breasts. 

“She’s getting bigger as the months go by, huh.” 

“Yes, before you know it, she’ll say her first words and play with the rest of her sisters.” 

“I can’t wait for it to happen, already.”

When Daeun is done drinking, Dahyun changes her diaper one last time before taking her to Sana, who is excited to watch over her while the both of you are gone. Dahyun gave some last-minute instructions to Sana before the two of you headed out. You give her one last goodbye kiss before getting inside the car. 

“Are you ready for your birthday date?”

“Yes, I’m excited,” and start the car and wave in Daeun’s direction. Sana holds Daeun up and waves her little hand goodbye.

You arrive at the location and park the car in a nearby parking lot. “Where are we going, oppa?”

“It’s a surprise. You’ll like it, though.” You exit from the car and open the door for Dahyun. She puts on a cap to cover her pale skin. You lead her to the shop, and she immediately jumps from excitement when she sees multiple types of chocolate in front of the store’s window. “Are you going to buy me some chocolate?” 

You open the door, letting her in first, and say, “We are going to make it ourselves.” 

“Welcome to Penguin Chocolate store. Are you the 9 am reservation?”

“Yes, for a party of two.” The older lady walks the both of you into a separate room, “This is the room we use for chocolate-making classes. Today we will be making two types of chocolates.” 

You can see the excitement in Dahyun’s eyes, and she begins to ask questions to the older lady. You look through the booklet on the table on the types of chocolate you can make in class. 

The older lady introduces herself as the instructor for today’s session and talks about what both of you will do for the today. An excited Dahyun selects different types of chocolates and designs she wants to make.

The class continues with the both of you mixing melted chocolate and adding multiple ingredients before pouring it into metal designs and placing it on a large metal sheet. The chocolate is set in a special oven and heated as you and Dahyun have a small break on the outside patio. 

“How do you like the class so far?” With her chocolate shake in her hand, she says, “I loved it. Didn’t know it took so much, but it’s fun. We should do this again.”

“We can, maybe, once the tour is over.” With a smile on her face, she finishes off her drink and hurries back to the store to check on her chocolate. 

“You both box your chocolates in multiple small boxes and wrap a nice red ribbon on it. Dahyun writes small notes while you place them in a larger container before having them shipped to the house for the rest of the members. 

“Thank you for choosing us,” the lady waves the both of you goodbye as you exit the door. Once you're in the car Dahyun opens the small box, “Oppa, say ahh.” You open your mouth, and she puts a piece of chocolate into your mouth. “How is it?”

“It’s good. You should become a chocolatier once we retire and open a little shop.” She looks at you and laughs, “Haha, I’ll think about it. By the way, where are we going next?”

“You’ll see” as you drive towards a small airport. Once you arrive at the gate entrance, you insert a code that allows you to enter the gate and head to one of the many hangers. “Make sure you grab your stuff once we get out of the car, okay.” 

“Sure, but tell me where we are going first, I really want to know.”

“It’s a surprise.” 

The flight attendant closes the plane’s door and announces, “Our flight today will be a short thirty minutes to Jeju Island. Once the plane takes off, you two are more than welcomed to walk around and enjoy the amenities,” and walks back to her section.

Dahyun looks at you with a large smile, “Are we really going to Jeju?” You grab her hand, “Yes, I remember you said you wanted to relax and enjoy a good view, so I made a reservation.” 

She hugs you and kisses you on the cheek, “Thank you!” The plane takes off, and Dahyun moves around the plane, trying to get some good views to take pictures. You laugh and enjoy watching Dahyun act like a child around you.

The plane arrives at the small airport, and you are led to your rental vehicle. “Are you ready to go?” “Yes! Let’s go!” Dahyun looks out the window and takes a video as you drive on the windy road to your rental home.

“Where are we going, oppa?” 

“We are going to stay in Samantha’s vacation home. She said I could use it when I visit Jeju, so we are heading over there right now.” It doesn’t take too long for the both of you two arrive and park at the driveway. You insert the code at the front entrance and place your bags in the front. 

“Wow, it’s so pretty,” says Dahyun as she begins to look around. “Right. Seems like she has some good taste.”

Dahyun walks and opens the sliding door that leads to the backyard and the view of the ocean, “Omg, I want to live here. Please, oppa, we should really get a beach house, please…” rubbing her two hands together. “We’ll see what we can do. Maybe after building the first house.”

“Haha, it doesn’t hurt to try. Anyways how about a snack?”

“What do you want?”

“Hmm… some sandwiches would be nice.”

“Okay, let me check the kitchen and see what we have.”

“Sounds good, let me change, and then I’ll help you.” Dahyun goes upstairs and changes into a thin tank top and loose shorts.

You’re making cutting some vegetables and taking out other ingredients and feel Dahyun’s chest rubbing on your back. You turn around and see Dahyun wearing a semi-transparent tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination, “Wow.” 

“What?”

“Nothing.” 

She grabs some peanut butter and jelly from the lowest section of the fridge and bends down, giving you a nice view. You say to yourself, “Fuck, no panties,” and turn your head to get a better view. She grabs the two items and brings them back to the kitchen counter. You can help but stare at her ass cheeks that are spilling out of her shorts. “Oppa, can you help me and open the jar for me?” 

She hands you the jar, and you go stand behind her; she presses her butt against your cock, teasing you. She can feel you getting hard as it presses her back; she loves the feeling. You instantly remember that day when she did the same thing after her first time, and you can’t control yourself any longer. 

You pull down your shorts, grab your cock with one hand, and with the other, you pull down Dahyun’s shorts. You slap her on her ass cheek, causing her to yelp but give her no time to react as you quickly find her entrance and insert the tip of your cock. You can feel her lose her footing as she falls into your cock, taking your whole length in one swipe. 

Dahyun immediately cums from your length and soaks the floor, “Oh no… I… I came.” 

“Don’t think you’re going to get off that easy,” you pick her back up and push her against the kitchen counter. You begin to fuck that living shit out of her, making her moan loudly. “Oh my god! Oh my… You’re too big! I can’t take…” you pull out and give her a hard thrust, lifting Dahyun’s small body up in the air. Her feet dangle in the air as she supports her upper body on the kitchen counter. The both of you feel a sense of euphoria, a tingling sensation in your core that makes you want to explode, which you do. 

Dahyun’s toes curl, and she spasms as she feels a sudden rush overtaking her womb, filling it with pure baby batter. Not having tasted your seed so long, it welcomes it and tries to milk you for all you’re worth. “Fuck Dahyun, your cunt is sucking me dry; it really has been it while. Since you want it so much, here, take it all,” as you press your body tighter to hers, causing Dahyun to cough out loud from the pressure. 

The tightness of your core lessens, and you pull out your cock and see a large amount of cum oozing out and staining the floor. You set dahyun back on the floor, but she has no energy in her legs and stumbles as she tries to balance herself but slips. You catch her mid-way and pick her petite body back up with minimal effort. “You’re so light, Dahyun, just like a feather, haha.” 

“Shut up, oppa. I can’t feel my legs, and you’re here making fun of me?”

“Haha, sorry.”

You walk her to the living room, and you’re about to place her on the couch, but right when you’re about to sit her down, she wraps her arms around your neck, “Don’t.” You see the desperation in her eyes, yearning for more. You know what she wants, what she needs. You take a sit in the middle of the couch and sit her on your lap; your heart races as you see Dahyun struggle to get up and work her way on top of you, grabbing your length and aligning it to her puffy slit. She gasps as she penetrates herself with your thick, long cock, lowering her tiny body to someone so massive. All you hear in the anticipation, a heavy breathing from Dahyun as she takes your whole length, her pussy tightening around your length, welcoming it back home. 

She stops momentarily, adjusting herself unlike before, and looks you directly into your eyes. Your hand moves to your breast, giving it a nice squeeze, and you see her precious milk dripping down to her tummy. 

You can’t wait any longer and take her breast into your mouth, milking her of her precious liquid meant for your child. The taste is sweet, something you can’t explain. Dahyun moans to the milking of her tits as you switch back and forth. She tilts her head back from the pleasure; you see her reaction and collect as much milk as you can, softly tilt her face and kiss her. She’s startled when you suddenly feed her own milk down her throat, it’s something that she hasn’t down before, but it turns her on. Both your tongues twist and turn, exploring every inch of each other's mouths before separating. 

The milk you shared with her gives her the energy to ride you. She pushes you onto the couch and begins to ride you. The sight of her small figure, her breast bouncing, and her puffy lip rubbing against your pelvis feels amazing. You just sit there and enjoy the view of her riding you until the both of you cum together. 

After the sudden session, the two of you end up taking a nap on the couch. You don’t notice how long you slept but see that Dahyun is gone. “Where is she” then hear a faint sound coming from upstairs. It’s Dahyun, and she’s singing in the shower like always, “I thought you would have woken me up.” She laughs, “Sorry, you seem so comfortable, and I didn’t want to bother you, so I took a shower first.” “How about I join you?” Right when you’re about to step inside, she turns off the water, “You’re too late,” and sticks her tongue out, mocking you. 

When you are finished with your shower and get dressed, you hear Dahyun call out for you from downstairs, “What’s up?”

“Here, the sandwich we ended up missing because of our little play,” giving you a slight smirk. You grab the sandwich and take a bite before she steals it back and finishes it. “You only get a piece for surprising me.” “That’s fine, I can always eat later,” glazing at her body. “You’re such a dog, oppa. What am I going to do with you?” “I don’t know, but we can talk about it later; our dinner reservation is in an hour. We need to head out.” 

The two of you enjoy a nice dinner at a restaurant near the beach and reminisce past memories together of Daeun. She thanks you for taking her out on this date since she’s been wanting to relax after the Fancy album release. “You deserve a break, especially today.” “Haha, I do. Daeun has been a handful, but you and the members have made it manageable. I don’t know what I would do without you guys.”

You try to cheer her up, “Come on, how about we finish you and have a little bit of fun.” “What do you have in mind?” “Not sure yet, but let’s figure it out as we go.” She agrees, and you ask for the check, pay and head out.

What you did after dinner must have worked because you entered the room in a rush as you and Dahyun kissed wildly passionately. With her legs wrapped around your waist, she tries to undress you before getting to bed. You throw her onto the bed and say, “I’ll be right back; just wait…”. You rush down the stairs, open the fridge, look around, grab the first few items you see, and rush back upstairs. 

When you open the door, you see a Dahyun in provocative lingerie, black laced bra, and black panties. “Wow.” Dahyun looks at you with a smile, “What do you think?” Walking towards her, you can’t help but be in awe; her creamy-white skin and the black-laced lingerie are a perfect contrast. “You look amazing,” as you bring her closer to you and place one hand on her hip and the other on her ass. You give her ass a nice smack which makes her yelp, then a good squeeze, “You have an amazing body. No one would guess that you’re a milf.” 

Dahyun’s smile turns into a smirk, “Do you want to play with this hot milf?” as she rubs the midsection of your pants. “Yes, I want to fuck the milf that’s right in front of me, especially when it’s her birthday.” She continues to rub and says, “Well, I see you brought me my birthday present, I can’t wait to unwrap it.”

You can’t wait any long, and you pick her up and toss her onto the bed, “Come on, fuck me with that big cock of yours, I want to enjoy my present to the fullest.” As you unzip your pants, your cock springs out from your trousers; Dahyun turns around and gets on all fours, then smacks her butt, “Come on pretty boy, you want to see my ass jiggle as you fuck my tight little cunt?”

There is no response as you grab her by the waist on pull her as close to the edge of the bed, and smack your hardened cock on her right ass cheek. You pull her panties to the side and trace your tip against her entrance, “I want to hear you moan my name, Dahyun.” “Yes, everyone is going to know that, my little pus…” she isn’t given the opportunity to finish her sentence as you shove your whole length at once. “Fuc… fuck!” You see Dahyun’s cheeks bounce when you crash into them. You raise your hand above her cheeks and smack it multiple times until it’s red; every time Dahyun moans out your name, “Slap it harder, make my ass red. I want to have the imprint of you hand on my perfect little body.” 

You can’t help but get excited, the idea of marking her cream-white cheeks red from your spanking is making you hard. Suddenly you feel her cunt getting tighter and see Dahyun turn and smile at you, “Do you like that, oppa? Jihyo taught me that move. She said you like it when her pussy chokes your cock.” “Omg, Dahyun, you’re the best.” 

“Then fuck me with that big present you gave me.” No more words are needed as you grip her petite waist with your big hands, you can feel how small her body really is compared to yours, smaller than some of the other members. 

You begin to thrust your cock into her rapidly, causing her to lose balance and fall. With her ass in the air, you give it one more hard spank that makes Dahyun cry out in pain. She turns around, and you see her mascara completely ruined from the tears, “Don’t stop, oppa, keep on fucking me, please.” 

“Okay, but don’t regret it.” She nods happily, and you grab both her arms and pull them tight towards you. With her body suspended in the air you fuck her ruthlessly. All you hear is a combination of moaning and crying as you admire the view of her back and her butt as it jiggles from your thrusting. It doesn’t take long for Dahyun to reach her climax, her pussy tightens up, and you feel a strong stream of liquid straying on your member. 

There is a burning sensation in your core; you know that you’re also at your limit, “Dahyun, I’m going to cum!” You fix your position as you grab her from her upper arms, releasing your gates and flooding Dahyun’s womb with your seed. You can feel your energy draining from your body as it pours inside Dahyun. With your head tilted back and a slight jerk, you lose balance, and you let go of Dahyun’s arms. Instead of Dahyun slipping off of her cunt has a tight grip on your cock, pulling you down and falling on top of Dahyun. 

You're on top of Dahyun’s petite body, your whole weight on her as pump of her cum. She could feel her womb being filled to the brim, and she surrendered herself to you. Once you regain composure, you get off of Dahyun and see your thick cum oozing out of her small cunt. 

“How was it? Did you like your present, birthday girl?”

“Yes, I loved it.”

“Want to go for another round?”

Dahyun turns around with her back against the back and spreads her legs, inviting you for another round. 

The two of you end up having multiple sessions throughout the night, only stopping when you collapse from exhaustion. 

[abibliophobiaa]

Eddie Munson - hands

eddie munson x afab!pregnant!reader.

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It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

You were meant to be gallivanting across California. Celebrating the successes of Corroded Coffin’s newest album release. Enjoying their skyrocket to fame. Meant to be clinking champagne glasses and toasting to future endeavors.

Meant to be enjoying your new marriage, officiated by an Elvis impersonator on an impromptu visit to Vegas. Instead, you’re laid back on a crinkly bed of paper, staring up into a tiled ceiling, arm slung low over your hips, a colorful bandaid curled around the hitch in your elbow from the blood drawn only moments ago now.

Clutched in your other hand is the tiny little picture of your baby. Twelve weeks, based on the measurements the doctor had taken. Twelve weeks, and you’d been none the wiser. Chalked missed periods up to life on the road, to the adjustment in moving into your new home, to the chaos of life at present.

But no—no, it seemed fate had other plans. Plans of tiny hands and equally small feet. Little onesies and diaper changes, morning feedings and the sickness in the pit of your stomach for the past few weeks that definitely wasn’t only confined to mornings like some would have assured you.

You drove home in silence. One hand clutched tight around the steering wheel, the other over the small curve of your stomach you’d assumed was bloating from an oncoming period. Turned out it was only the little jumping bean dancing away within.

The door to the car slammed behind you, laughter from your backyard carrying over as you approach the side gate, slipping onto the patio with a exasperated sigh, the small bag of groceries and other necessities you’d grabbed at some stores on the way home thumping against your thigh.

Eddie jumped to his feet, telling the rest of the band who waved in greeting to hold on a moment before they continued in whatever they’d been talking about so he could help you. Normally you’d grin, lean over and kiss him soundly, thank him for the help. But anxiety crawled up your throat, robbed you of the excitement you’d normally feel for the man you’d loved since high school.

He waited until you were both inside your new home to say anything. Dropped the bags he’d taken out of your hands onto the kitchen island and dragged you closer by the belt loops on your jean shorts. Nudged his nose against the curve of your cheek until you grinned and finally leaned up to kiss him softly.

“How was the doctor?” he asked, rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

“I don’t want to talk about the doctor,” you groaned, slipping out of his arms. The refrigerator door was opened and you poured yourself a glass of lemonade, Eddie’s eyes narrowed on your form. “What? It wasn’t exciting. Normal stuff.”

Lie, lie, lie.

And you didn’t even know why you did it. It wasn’t like Eddie and you hadn’t dreamed up your future. Wondered what it would look like. Thought about if it involved a little Eddie or miniature you.

You just hadn’t expected it now.

“What did they say about you being sick?”

They’d said it was normal given your ‘condition.’ That despite you already being in your second trimester, sometimes women proceeded to be sick throughout the entirety of their pregnancy. A thought that made your stomach turn again, back of your hand pressed to your lips, inhaling deeply though your nose.

The momentary distraction proved enough to keep your eyes off of Eddie as he maneuvered around the kitchen island. Reached into one of the paper bags on the counter and accidentally knocked your pocketbook down with it. It was a brief moment. Thirty seconds passed, at most. But it was enough for him to notice the darkened edge of the photo the doctor had given you.

The little profile of the baby was unmistakable. Rounded head, curved back, little arms and legs tucked up near its face.

“Sweetheart…” Eddie lifted himself upright, the photo shaking in his trembling hands.

“I’m sorry,” you cried, stepping into the circle of his waiting arms as he pushed the photo onto the counter beside him, welcoming you into the safety of his chest.

“You’re sorry?” he questioned against your hairline, kissing the skin there. Tipped your head up until your eyes met his. You could see the tears collecting on his bottom lash line. Caught the subtle tremble of his bottom lip. “I—why are you sorry?”

“The timing. The album release. The upcoming tour,” you began, sniffling noisily. “The new house. And the fact we literally got married a few weeks ago. I haven’t even gotten used to thinking of myself as a wife and now I’m going to be a mom and I—”

“You’re pregnant.” A statement. Not a question.

Confused, you nod. “Yes, I guess that’s what I’m trying to tell you right now—”

“Are you happy about it?” he asked.

You hadn’t really thought about it. At the time you’d found out, your thoughts had been a whirlwind. Fears of potentially having put the baby in danger because you hadn’t known about it running rampant through your mind. Wondering if they were okay, if everything had looked normal. Wondering how to care for your body now that it was housing another human, what to eat, what to do. Thinking further down the line about swollen feet, aching back, and birth.

But now?

Eyes drifted over to the photo once more. Your fingers reached out to grip it in hand, holding it in the space between your husband and yourself, shoulder pressed into his chest, his hand curled around your hip. His ringed finger traced the profile of the baby’s head, and you allowed yourself the brief fantasy of Eddie a few months from now holding a newborn in his arms, cradling it like it was the most precious thing in this world.

A part of you. A part of him. Treasured and loved.

Even now.

You could see it in the waver of Eddie’s eyes. The softened look in that chocolate brown stare.

“I am,” you said, more so to yourself than anything else.

“Then everything else doesn’t matter,” he promised, drawing your gaze back to his face. “We figure it all out together.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he promised, hand coming down to rest along your midsection. “I’m gonna be a dad, huh?”

“Crazy, right?” You wrinkled your nose and he kissed it, then kissed your forehead lovingly. “You excited?”

“Scared as all hell. But I’m excited.” He led you toward the side patio door, beaming so bright he mimicked the sun looming above. “Can I tell the guys?”

You nodded and Eddie slid the door open.

“Hey assholes!”

Three heads turned his way, brows arched high on their foreheads.

“I’m gonna be a dad!”

They whooped and hollered and clapped their hands like you’d both won a prize. And you laughed until your cheeks hurt, your husband’s band mates coming up one by one to congratulate you on the littlest Munson.

Later, you lay sprawled on your living room couch, your head on Eddie’s lap and his hand now where it permanently rested across your stomach.

His smallest friend, his newest little sheep, his child.

It was quiet, the sounds of your television lulling you into a welcoming sleepy daze.

And then, “What do you think about the name…”

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Random Dialogue Prompts!!!!

“Can I sit here?”

“So, you come here often?”

“What is going through your head?”

“Dang it! I forgot the diaper bag!”

“Um I don’t really know how to do this.”

“I kinda lied.”

“Is this necessary.”

“Don’t get too attached.”

Stop fighting this.”

“Don’t go easy on me.”

“Why-how could you do this to me!”

“…..did we just kiss?”

“How could this happen?”

“Um what exactly did we do last night?”

“As your(husband,brother,wife,friend etc.) I advise you not to do this!”

“Let’s go get some ice cream for a celebration!”

“What is your point here?”

“Um excuse you dropped this.”

“We’re late!”

“I lost the kids at the park!”