#chunky curls and squish cheeks

[frecklef0x]

Cheeky lil thang, hm🌙

[gothgoblinbabe]

Belt Buckle

Logan Howelett x fem reader

A/N: okay, so this. Uh. Hear me out - I can’t be the only one who’s thought about this. It’s exactly what you think it is. Also it’s not very long just cause I’m still working on requests but it’s been collecting dust in google docs

Warnings: NSFW 18+

Word count: 840

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You couldn’t quite place where the fascination began.

Maybe it was because it sat right above the bulge in his jeans or because you were always yanking the stupid thing out of the way to get his pants down his thighs, but your eyes were always on the buckle of Logan’s belt lately. He had a couple different ones - all obnoxiously big - and of course you teased him, calling him a cowboy or a show off.

Lately, though, you’d been struggling to keep your mouth shut. Every time he’d stand in front of you now, you couldn’t tear your eyes from whatever chunky adornment was attached to the front of his belt.

“What are you lookin’ at, sweetheart?”

Your eyes flickered back up to his and you shrugged.

“Nothin’.”

He titled his head, “really?”

“Mhm.”

“Why’re you starin’ like that, then?”

Shit.

You swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze. You’d been together plenty of times, admitted almost everything to each other, but you still found yourself too embarrassed to admit what it was that had you staring so much.

You finally had to tell Logan while sitting on his lap in bed, his hands kneading your hips to pull you back and forth over his hard cock beneath his jeans. With his eyes closed, lost in the feeling of your tongue in his mouth, he dragged your hips forward a little farther than intended, inadvertently dragging your thinly clad pussy right over his belt buckle. Usually he’d pick up on the little things like that - how loud you whined when he pulled you forward - but you tried not to make the noise again, embarrassed.

He did, anyway.

He pulled your lips from his with his hold on your face, his thumb and fingers gripping your cheeks to the point that your lips were squished into a pout.

“You got somethin’ you wanna tell me, pretty girl?”

You knew you could tell him anything, but this felt far too humiliating - as if you were positive he’d scoff at the idea and tell you that you were gross for even thinking it.

You tried to shake your head, but he knew you far too well.

He grabbed you by your hips and lifted you off his lap.

“Spit it out, princess.”

You sharply inhaled, eyes dropping to his belt.

“I…um, I was thinking…” you tried to say something, anything to even hint at what you wanted, but it seemed stuck in your throat.

Logan clicked his tongue, “Baby. If you want somethin’ you gotta say it.”

You hated that he was right. You had to just get it out, say it all at once like ripping off a bandaid. 

“I wanna ride your belt buckle. It’s big, I think it’d feel good.”

Your words hung in the air, met with deafening silence. 

You watched his parted lips curl up into a smug grin, his eyebrows raised in mild disbelief.

“Jesus, that’s filthy. You really think about that?”

Your face burned. You opened your lips to speak but nothing came out. He was definitely going to call you weird, tell you that’s gross and get up from the bed.

Instead, he wordlessly leaned forward and hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties to pull them down your legs. He threw them to the floor and leaned back with his hands behind his head, leaving you sitting in front of him in only one of his t-shirts with nothing underneath. You looked at him curiously, eyes flickering between his face and his lap.

“C’mon, you want it or what?”

You hastily climbed back onto his lap, positioning yourself so that his erection was behind you and your bare pussy was against the cold metal of his belt buckle. You weren’t sure exactly what to do at first. He usually held your hips when you were in his lap, helping you grind down onto him. Now, though, they were locked behind his head as his eyes bore into yours.

“You asked for it so you gotta do the work, baby.”

You huffed, placing your hands on his chest so you could lean forward and roll your hips. You slid your swollen pussy across the ridges of the cool metal of the buckle, your slick already coating the front of it and the top of his jeans.

You looked up to see Logan’s stare glued to his lap, watching hungrily with his bottom lip caught between his teeth as you rocked yourself back and forth.

“Feels good?” He asked, already breathing heavily from the way your ass grazed the tip of his cock when you dragged your hips back.

You nodded, nearly slack jawed with your eyes closed.

“Use your words,” he demanded, eyebrows furrowing.

You groaned in annoyance at the familiar phrase, one he loved to use when you were too turned on to speak.

“Yeah, feels good - fuck,” you cursed when he lifted his hips a little, pushing against you as you continued to grind yourself down. 

“So you guessed right, then, huh?” 

A/N: short and sweet but ya idk I couldn't get it out of my head <3

[queenimmadolla]

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

(dad!eddie x mom!reader)

Summary: Eddie has to shower before he can hold his impatient baby. She's having none of it.

a/n: i was attacked by yet ANOTHER cute baby tiktok so here we are with a little bit of grease monkey!eddie and another little drabble. set in the early days of the pennyverse. and yes, i've used this gif before but he's dead so i'm running out of them. mistakes might be fixed later, i dont know :)

“Are these your little fingers?” You asked your baby, tone saturated in honey and affection as you held the chunky palm in question, lips pressed to her pudgy fingertips. 

  Despite your aversion to it prior to your pregnancy, you’d inevitably developed a baby voice when Penny had come into the world and you couldn’t be blamed. Not when she was all squish, delicate cheeks holding so much chub they bulged, and rolls decorated her little limbs. She was a glutton, always demanding your milk and you couldn’t deny her; those big, gorgeous eyes she’d inherited from her father made it nearly impossible to, even when the wetness welling up in them were completely alligator tears. And those curls. 

  Regardless of taming them with some water, a brush and maybe some vaseline, they ended up wild, flying about or mussed and matted to her head with sweat because your baby was a little heater when she slept and napped. Just like her daddy.

  Your smile widened in size when you heard the sound of keys slotting into place at the front door, the lock mechanism giving away. It tripled when you realized your baby also recognized the sound, head turning to stare at the door as she bobbed in place, thick legs squatting and then popping back up as you held her by her waist with your other hand, assisting her with standing.

  The moment Eddie opened the door and came into view she began cooing and squealing in excitement, mouth parting in a wide smile as drool raced down from the corner of her mouth.

You laughed, and so did Eddie as he heard his baby welcoming him home.

  “You excited to see me, sweet pea?” He cooed right back, walking over to squat in front of the two of you, eyes raking over you momentarily in appreciation before focusing on the little one in your arms. 

  She let out another long coo that ended on an airy sigh, pulling her hand from your grasp to reach both of her pudgy ones out to him, practically begging him to hold her as she began wiggling in your arms.

  Eddie’s head tilted, lips curling into the most tender smile as he stared down at her with nothing but love swimming in those eyes he’d shared with her. 

  “Daddy missed you and mommy so much.” He whispered, a hand reaching out, almost close enough to caress her soft cheek but it hesitated before he could touch her. His rough, grease covered finger was a stark contrast to her clean, smooth skin. Clearly, you’d given her a bath before he got home because her mouth and cheeks were usually covered in the food you were starting to offer her (sometimes baby food, but mostly bits of your food because she wouldn’t accept any offerings of mushed up veggies and fruits if there was something else on your plate, hence why your diet had been pretty bland and not at all a result of the tight budget your maternity leave left you on).

The rest of his hands were no better, palms stained, streaks all over his arms as a result of shucking the top half of the monkey suit and rolling up his sleeves at the garage. 

  There were even a few streaks of grease and maybe oil on his face and neck. Your husband smelled more so of tires than he had the spicy cologne that surrounded you when he’d kissed you goodbye in bed this morning. 

  And he knew it.

  Penny didn’t let that stop her, still eagerly reaching out for him as she grunted to try and provoke him in swooping her up into his embrace.

  “As soon as daddy’s clean, okay? I’ll pick you up and my sweet girl can give me all the cuddles she wants.” He promised, hands on his knees before he stood back up, leaning over her to give you a sweaty, greasy oh so sweet and firm press of the lips kiss before he swiveled around and disappeared into the small bathroom as quickly as he could to be out of hearing range when Penny began whimpering at his absence. 

  You heard the shower start running at the exact moment she began to cry and you offered a sympathetic whine of your own as you adjusted your grip on her, bringing Penny up to your chest, your cheek smushed against her more plump one.

  “Shhh…it’s okay, my love. Daddy’s just showering. He’ll be back.” You stood up, hitching Penny on your hip as you walked to the entrance of the small hallway so the bathroom door was visible to her. Eddie’s humming floated out from underneath the crack of it. 

  Penny was Eddie’s daughter, alright, full of dramatics as her breathing remained heavy, chest rising and falling quickly with the hitches in her breath as a chunky fist gripped onto your blouse, lower lip curling out and wobbling. She didn’t seem satisfied with your explanation but that didn’t worry you. If Penny was awake when Eddie left for work in the morning, she’d start bawling. 

  The first couple of times she’d started reacting to his departure, he’d ended up full of guilt and late to work. It still wasn’t easy for him, even after you’d finally convinced him she’d have the same reaction whether he left in the morning, afternoon, or evening. Regardless of the time, she was going to be upset that she wouldn’t be able to see her daddy, probably convinced in her little baby mind that he’d abandoned her (he’d nearly quit the shop when you’d phrased it like that) but he’d always come home to her—and you—and that’s what mattered.

  You were positive she’d start yelling and shrieking when it came time for you to go back to work, too. She was just a baby, so she was being a baby.

  You carried your huffing and puffing daughter back to the living room, placing her down on the carpet in front of some toys she had been playing with earlier in the day. Maybe they’d distract her.

  Wrong.

  She sat on the carpet, chunky legs strewn out for just a few seconds before she was moving forward onto her belly and propping herself up. Then she was off, crawling as fast as she could towards the hallway while breathing heavily with exhilaration. You trailed after her, amused at how stubborn she was when she stopped directly in front of the bathroom door, propping herself up on her bottom.

  You watched Penny reach out with shaky palms, pressing them gently against the door. It looked like they were feeling around it before she began slapping them against it as hard as she could as she yelled her baby babble, no doubt demanding her daddy open the door, pick her up and love her right now.

  Giggles were muffled into your palm, as she kept up with it. 

  Eventually, maybe when she realized that wasn’t working, Penny leaned over, wiggling around until she was on her tummy and the side of her head was resting on the carpet. You realized she was trying to look under the door for him and your heart clenched, hand flying over your chest as if you could grasp the organ.

  You expected her to sit back up and go back to smacking the door but she remained there, a stubby finger absentmindedly trailing through the carpet as she stared through the thin crack, warm bathroom light and Eddie’s voice flooding out from underneath to comfort her as she waited.

  Picking her up had crossed your mind, and so did the idea of how loudly she’d probably start screaming and crying if you did. 

  The two of you didn’t have to wait for long, the shower shut off and you could hear the sounds of the shower curtain rings scraping against the rod as Eddie pulled them back. 

  Panic briefly filled your chest as you realized Eddie probably wasn’t expecting his baby to be lying on the floor directly outside of the bathroom—he’d step on her, so you called out, “Heads up, Eddie, you’ve got a visitor.”

  You didn’t hear a response, but a few moments later, the door opened to reveal your husband. Water droplets slipped down his neck and chest. He had one towel—that had definitely seen better days—wrapped around his waist and another (yours) he was using to scrunch up his sopping wet curls to dry them.

  Eddie had heard you, shooting you a smirk before he addressed the baby beaming up at him, “Shower’s free if you wanna hop in, stinky.”

  Penny had no idea what he was saying, it didn’t matter anyways because he said it in the same voice he used when he gave her kisses and held her to his chest so she was reaching up for him and he finally reached down—with clean hands—grasping her sides before she was hoisted into his arms. Penny wasted no time, mouth parting wide to mouth aggressively at his face and chin while she shook her head and wiggled about.

  She was giving him kisses.

  Or trying to eat him, she had little bursts of energy where she’d do that—attack you out of nowhere while you held her causing the both of you to break out laughing.

  Eddie let her get it all out, and when she cooed, resting her cheek on his shoulder, he retaliated. Her cheeks and little neck rolls were smattered in his smacking kisses as she squealed and shrieked and wiggled but there was no escaping her daddy’s clutches now that she was finally in them. 

  When every inch of her available to him had been kissed, he turned towards you and you suddenly found yourself victim to two sets of identical crinkly brown eyes. A deep chuckle rumbled from Eddie as he padded over to where you stood, mischievous smirk making another appearance.

  “Mommy’s turn.”

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: this fic really only happened bc @youunravelme sent the pic of mat in the brown suit and said he looks like he could be carrying a diaper bag 😂 and then my mat and squeaks-loving heart ran with that! i’ve been telling their story in bits and pieces and out of order, but this story has more mention of squeaks’ mental state post-partum

word count: 4.2k

tw: mentions of post-partum anxiety, mentions of being on anti-anxiety medication, body image issues,

summary: being a bridesmaid in a wedding out east is the perfect reason for a little family and friends getaway, but you can’t completely let go of your anxieties

You should be having fun, getting ready with the girls and having your hair and makeup done, but your chest feels tight and you’re finding it hard to breathe.

Maybe air. You need air.

Rubbing at your sternum with one hand curled into a fist, you wander over to the French doors of the bridal suite, pushing them open and sticking your head out onto the balcony. The slight breeze off of Sag Harbor Bay is helping, the salty air cool and taking an edge off the mid-July heat.

A cool hand lands on your shoulder and you jump, turning slightly to see Kristy’s concerned face. “Are you okay?” She asks, a furrow between her eyebrows.

“I…yes? No?” You falter, fist still pressed against your chest. You recognize the anxiety symptoms, familiar as they are, but you’re not sure what triggered it. You’d been laughing just a few minutes ago, all the bridesmaids getting the final touches before heading out to line up for the ceremony.

“How about some water?” Kristy’s already uncapping a water bottle and handing it to you as she speaks, a mom multitasking.

You’re sipping at the water, your head spinning a little bit, when there’s a knock on the door to the suite. You can’t see who’s at the door, but you do hear Syd call your name, laughing, “we have an uninvited husband and baby here.”

“Oh!” You don’t have to see Mat and Talia for the knot in your chest to ease and for your breathing to get easier. They’re exactly who you needed and you don’t waste any time in hurrying as fast as your heeled feet will take you towards the door to the suite.

Mat’s hovering at the door, looking handsome and polished in his suit, a far cry from the disheveled, bed-headed mess you’d left behind at the Martins’ Hamptons home this morning. He’s got Talia in his arms, her back against his chest so she can see everything that’s going on. Syd’s squishing her little cheeks, making your fifteen-month-old giggle wildly and wriggle in Mat’s arms. The skirt of her summery floral dress is bunched up under Mat’s forearm, exposing chunky toddler legs.

“Hey!” Mat looks up and grins at you, the delighted expression on his face flickering when he sees whatever expression is on yours.

“Mama!” Talia shrieks and lunges for you, Mat’s arms tightening reflexively around the wiggly toddler.

Syd laughs and gives her a noisy kiss on the cheek. “Aunt Syd doesn’t hold a candle to Mom, I guess,” she shrugs and you offer her a faint smile.

“She’ll change her mind in like twenty minutes,” you joke, reaching out for her and stepping into Mat’s personal space. “Hi, Bug. Having a good morning with Daddy? I’ve missed you.” There’s a wobble to your voice and Mat doesn’t miss it.

“Hey,” he ducks his head closer to yours, his cheek brushing against the side of Talia’s head, “what’s going on? Are you okay?”

It’s the exact same question Kristy asked a few minutes ago, but when Mat asks it, you can’t help the tears that well up in your lash line or the hiccuping sob that escapes your lips even as you try to press them together.

Mat’s face immediately falls and he quickly kisses the side of Talia’s head, murmuring to her, “you’re gonna hang with Aunt Syd for a minute, okay, Bug?”

“No!” You nearly yelp, holding Talia’s fingers tighter. You don’t want her out of your sight. “No,” you repeat, quieter. “Just…just let me hang out with her for a minute.”

Talia chants her few words, mamas and dadas falling happily from her smiling mouth, her hands tucked in yours. You can feel the anxiety seep from your body, your shoulders lowering from your ears.

Mat nods and he secures Talia against his chest with one arm so he can cup your cheek with the other hand. His thumb brushes softly against your cheekbone and you lean into his touch, barely concerned about the layer of makeup coating your skin. “You were okay this morning,” he says, a statement that sounds more like a question.

“Mhm,” you hum a reply, smiling widely at Talia and brushing her dark curls off her face. She scrunches up her face and squeals when you tickle her cheeks. “I…I was okay until a few minutes ago, honestly. I don’t know, Mat.” You lift one shoulder in a shrug, knowing that your anxiety is unpredictable lately, less constant than in the months following Talia’s birth, but no less severe when the attacks hit.

Talia reaches for the chain of your necklace, tangling her little fingers in the fine metal, and you finally take her from Mat’s arms, only slightly concerned about wrinkling the chiffon of your lavender bridesmaid dress. She curls up against your chest, her head fitting perfectly under your chin, and you have to swallow back another wave of emotion.

He leans slightly against the doorframe and studies your face. After a beat, he says, “do you think you’re tapering off the Lexapro too fast?”

It’s been three months since you started tapering off, guided by your doctor’s advice, and it’s been hard. Easier now that it’s summertime and Mat’s around every day.

You shrug, shake your head. “I don’t think so, no? I took it this morning anyway,” you sigh, pressing your cheek against the top of Talia’s head. She’s wiggling in your arms, fighting to get loose and run around. “I’ve never been away from her for this long.”

“It’s only been eight hours,” Mat raises an eyebrow. His hand is on your hip now, stroking gently, and you try not to think about the layers of Spanx under your dress, the way your hips have spread since Talia’s birth, the stubborn ten pounds that won’t go away. You’re back in your pre-pregnancy size, technically, but you just don’t feel right in your skin yet and the bridesmaid dress is only serving to emphasize just how off you feel. The extra padding at your hips and chest feels strange to you, even though Mat’s proven time and time again that he can’t keep his hands off of you, no matter your size.

“Yeah,” you agree. “But she’s always with me, all day.”

Mat sighs your name. There’s a little defensiveness in the slope of his shoulders now. “I have her though,” he says. “I can handle her alone.”

“I know,” the words spill out, “I know you do! You’re the best dad, Mat. I just…feel like…like? It’s not that I didn’t think you were okay, I missed her. It’s scary, not to have her with me.” The hiccuping sob is back, shaking your voice, and you have to hoist Talia higher up on your hip. She’s babbling to herself, wiggling around, and you know you should let her toddle around to get some of her energy out before the ceremony, but you can’t seem to let her go.

You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek, trying not to think of the days she was in the NICU, when Mat was gone. You thought you were over that hump, worked through the trauma with your therapist and with Mat, but for whatever reason, today is really hard.

“Hey,” Mat reaches up and brushes at your cheek, wiping a tear away, “I know. Squeaks, I know. But she’s here and she’s okay and you’re not a bad mom.”

“Maybe I wasn’t ready for this,” you huff, embarrassment starting to settle in your stomach. You’re being dramatic. You’d said yes to being a bridesmaid before you even knew you were pregnant with Talia and even after her birth, since Syd and Kristy were also bridesmaids, you’d figured you would be okay surrounded by your friends.

Mat leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth, mindful of your lipstick. “You’re fine. Just a bad brain moment,” he mumbles, using your therapist’s phrase for your anxiety. “T and I are going to be cool during the ceremony and then the three of us will party it up with everyone else, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, squeezing Talia one more time - getting an outraged squawk from her in return - before passing her back to Mat. They give you matching scrunch-faced smiles and you return a watery smile.

“Say bye to Mommy,” Mat jiggles Talia a bit and she giggles, waving and chanting a ‘bye bye, Mama’ in her sweet little voice.

“Bye bye, baby,” you wave back, your smile more natural now.

Mat leans in for one more quick kiss, Talia shrieking a giggle as she swoops forward in his arms. “You look beautiful,” he whispers against your cheek. “Lucky me, I get to go home with the hottest bridesmaid.”

Normally you’d roll your eyes at his flirting, but today you really needed the compliment. Your stomach warms and you smile gratefully at him.

He and Talia wave at you and she blows kisses, making you laugh as they head down the hallway and off to the outside patio where the ceremony will take place.

You’re feeling better after seeing them and when Syd and Kristy drag you back into the festivities and photographs, it’s fun again.

Mat’s sitting with Casey, Matt, and the kids towards the back of the crowd - daddy dare care while the moms are busy in the bridal party. You catch sight of Mat’s dark head immediately and your heartbeat kicks a little when you spot Talia’s matching dark hair over his shoulder. She’s standing on his thighs, her hands in his for balance, and when she sees you walking down the aisle, she shouts and waves at you, nearly losing her balance and tipping off of Mat’s lap. Casey’s hands shoot out and steady her before she can really go anywhere and you exhale in relief.

You wave at her behind your bouquet, an easy smile on your face.

The ceremony is a blur, your focus on Mat and Talia in the back. Towards the end, he has to slip out quickly with the diaper bag on his shoulder, but he’s back a few minutes later, shooting you a quick thumbs up.

By the time you get inside after photographs, cocktail hour is winding down. You, Syd, and Kristy find your little group immediately - Jack, Reese, and Winnie in a little dance circle in the corner even though there’s no real music playing. Alice, Cole, and Talia are looking rough, interrupted naps and a long day getting the best of the younger crowd.

“Hi!” You call out, setting your bouquet on the table the guys have commandeered, reaching out immediately for Talia. Mat offers her up easily and she clings to you like a little koala. “Missed you, baby,” you murmur, kissing the top of her head.

She’s got a handful of squished French fries, which you didn’t realize until her fingers loosen and a couple of them fall down the top of your dress.

“Ah,” you wince when the cold potato touches your skin. Mat snorts at the look on your face and stands up with a napkin to wipe off Talia’s hands.

“Am I allowed to stick my hands down your top to clean you up or is that public indecency?” He asks with a cheeky smile. There’s a smudge of red on his jaw - ketchup, most likely, and you smirk a little, amused that neither Matt nor Casey felt like telling him about it.

Before you can answer, all four of your friends chime in together, “public indecency,” earning an eye roll from Mat.

He ignores them and blocks your body with his so no one can see his hand disappear into your bra. He fishes out the fries and tweaks your nipple on the way out. You turn a gasp into a cough and glare at him. His answering smile is all faux-innocence.

“Now that you two are done being gross,” Matt rolls his eyes, even though he’s smiling, “are you ready to head in?”

The group is ushered into the main reception hall, floor to ceiling windows giving a gorgeous view of the water and the sun as it dips towards the horizon. The kids run off, pointed towards their table by Syd, and the adults head to the table right next to it, the toddler group accompanying. Talia slumps on your lap, looking like she’s fading a bit, until Mat pulls a piece of his roll off and hands it to her.

She beams at him and you make an attempt to get her to say ‘thank you’ that mostly ends up being gibberish unless she’s saying ‘Dada.’

“Feeling better?” Mat asks quietly, angled in your direction. You reach out to swipe your thumb over his jaw, cleaning off the ketchup, and he frowns down at your hand before huffing a laugh when he sees the condiment smudge.

You nod. “I’m good,” you reassure him with the truth. “I think I just really needed to see T this morning.”

His hand is warm on your knee and he nods, satisfied after he studies your face.

The bride and groom make their entrance, doing away with the entrances for the bridal party except for the maid of honor and the best man, and when it’s time for the couples to join them on the dance floor for the first dance, Mat takes Talia in his arms and after the distribution of kids to adults has happened, you’re dancing with Jack. He looks adorable in his little suit, seriously trying to spin you when he sees Casey twirl Reese.

“Jack, you’re the best dance partner I’ve ever had,” you laugh, helping him out by squatting and twirling under his arm.

He grins at you, showing off a smile of half baby teeth and half-grown in adult teeth. “Make sure you tell Uncle Mat,” he says. “Cause he said he could beat me in a dance contest, but I don’t think he can.”

“I’ll pass along the message,” you grin back. The music speeds up and you start swinging Jack’s arms in wide arcs, making him laugh. You push him out and pull him back in, wrapping him in a hug and tickling his sides. He breaks away and transitions into a few fairly impressive dance moves, including the Robot, which you’d love to know where he learned.

Mat dances over to you, Talia happy in his arms and wiggling along to the music. You take her and shimmy, making her laugh.

“Sick moves, Jacky,” Mat grins, ruffling his blond hair.

“Aunt Squeaks said they’re better than yours,” the seven-year-old shoots back, making an attempt to moonwalk away.

You burst out laughing and Mat turns a betrayed look on you. “Seriously?” He asks. “My moves are amazing!”

“Oh, look,” you smile, turning your head, “dinner’s being served!” It’s not, but it works to make Mat laugh and grab your hand to spin you and Talia in a circle.

Dinner is served a few minutes later and you and Mat trade off on who gets to hold Talia on their lap so the other can eat. Mat ends up with her for a good chunk of the meal, talking over her head and opening his mouth when she tries to reach up and shove a roasted potato past his teeth.

“Hey, cool it, girl,” you laugh, tugging at her hand when she misses his mouth and nearly shoves the potato up his nose. “Daddy doesn’t want to breathe in potato.”

Casey and Matt share a laugh before Matt chimes in, “his nostrils are big enough he’ll be able to breathe around the potato.”

Mat flips them off behind Talia’s back and you join in with their laughter, not even pretending to hide it when Mat turns a betrayed look on you. “My own wife,” he cries dramatically. “No loyalty even in my own home.”

You shrug and feed Talia a piece of your filet mignon. “I can’t fight the truth, baby,” you tease, leaning out of the way when Mat reaches for you to pinch your side.

The dance floor picks up again and you find yourself spinning with Mat’s arms around you, Talia taken by Syd to dance with her and Alice.

“She’s a little party animal,” you laugh, watching her wiggle while holding hands with Alice.

“Gets it from her mom and aunts,” Mat teases, hands low on your back, pulling you flush against his body. You can feel the gentle press of his cock against your hip, semi-hard behind his zipper. “She’s going to be a handful when she’s older, isn’t she?”

You nod. “Oh yeah, I think we’re going to have fun watching her grow up,” you murmur, emotion tightening your throat.

Casey and Matt swing Reese and Winnie in the air, Kristy shimmying with Jack. The little group is all laughter and smiles.

“I’m so glad we were able to do this,” you say after a few seconds. “The mini-vacation, the wedding. I know I freaked out this morning, but it’s nice to be around everyone.”

“Good,” Mat presses a soft kiss to your temple, swaying with you. “I was a little worried, not gonna lie.”

A little knot of guilt tangles in your stomach and you frown into his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” you whisper into the fabric of his shirt. “I know this past year has been…” you trail off, too many adjectives applicable to describe the past year.

Mat laughs faintly, “I know. You don’t have to apologize, I’m just glad we’re pretty much back to normal.”

Over Mat’s shoulder, you watch Jack spin Talia in a circle to make her laugh. She laughs so hard she nearly falls over and your heart skips a beat when it seems like she might hit the ground. Matt catches her back and holds her until she regains her balance, still giggling.

“My mom mentioned coming down for a visit,” Mat continues. “Maybe we can take her up on that, let her babysit and go away for the night, just the two of us?”

There’s something in Mat’s tone, a little cajoling, a little frustrated, a lot hopeful.

You haven’t been away with just Mat since before Talia was born, haven’t even spent more than a handful of hours away from her before this morning, but still, you find yourself nodding. “That sounds nice,” you reply, meaning it.

Mat’s fingers squeeze your hips and you pull back to see his smile, grinning back at him.

It’s not the old normal, but the new normal is pretty nice too.

The night winds down and you leave the reception early, Mat’s jacket draped over your shoulders and Talia passed out in Mat’s arms. You help lead the older kids out to the cars, making sure Reese doesn’t trip over her feet. Everyone gets buckled into their appropriate car seats for the drive back to the Martins’ and you find your eyes closing while Mat drives.

His hand is warm in yours and the radio is playing quietly.

“You look beautiful,” Mat says into the silence.

You crack a small smile and open one eye to look at him. “You said that earlier,” you remind him.

“I wanted to say it again,” he turns to you at the red light and flashes a grin, making your stomach flip with butterflies.

“Well,” you squeeze his hand, “I like hearing it.”

Talia wakes up when you try taking her out of the car, whining and crying for you. Her little hands reach out and you take her from Mat, cuddling her close and stroking her dark curls, hoping she’ll fall back asleep. She’s overtired though and doesn’t settle until all three of you are in bed, her cheek pillowed on your chest and her hands fisted in your shirt.

“Shh,” you hum, quietly starting to tell her a story. She whines and wiggles and Mat drapes his hand over her back too, a warm, heavy weight that’s worked to soothe her since she was born. He tickles her back lightly and scoots closer to you, head propped up on his hand. Talia’s cocooned in between your bodies, her knees tucked up to her chest, and she slowly falls back asleep, her face going slack. Her grip on her stuffed cat loosens, even though the plush toy is wedged under her chin for comfort.

“Sometimes,” you whisper to Mat, looking at him over Talia’s body, “I can’t get over how perfect she is.”

He yawns and nods, dragging the light comforter higher up over you and Talia. “We’re pretty damn lucky,” he agrees. He closes his eyes and curls his body in a c-shape around you and Talia, breathing evening out before long.

You’re tired, but you stay up for a little bit longer, watching your husband and daughter sleep. Your fingers trace the curve of Talia’s nose lightly and she wrinkles it, snuggling closer to you in her sleep. Mat snores softly, his breaths ruffling the back of Talia’s hair.

It makes you emotional, to have your entire heart curled up next to you like this.

With a faint smile on your face, you close your eyes and drift off.

Mat lets you sleep in the next morning and you wake up around eight, with a still hot mug of coffee on the night table and a few rocks and shells next to the mug - Mat must’ve taken Talia out to the beach early. You take your time getting ready, pulling on jean shorts and a tank top over your bathing suit before padding downstairs. Being back in your regular clothes makes you feel more normal than the shapewear and bridesmaid dress from last night. You can ignore the extra few pounds and new shape to your body when you’re just in shorts.

There are pastries on the counter, crumbs and dirty plates indicating that you’re not the first person to wander down for breakfast. You pull off a piece of an almond croissant and pop it into your mouth as you head outside. As soon as you open the back door, you’re treated to the childish laughter and splashing noises from the pool.

“Morning!” Syd calls, waving from a lounge chair. “Come join us.”

Kristy beams at you from the next chair and then almost immediately frowns when Jack cannonballs into the pool, sending a huge splash of water into the air. “Jack! I thought I said no splashing!” She calls as soon as his head pops back above the water.

“But Tal and Cole laugh when I do it,” he argues, pointing at the two youngest, who, sure enough, are cracking up in Mat and Casey’s arms. Mat winks at you and you smile, waving as you take a seat at the edge of the third lounge chair.

“Talia and Cole also laughed when Dad dropped the egg carton, but we’re not going to keep doing that,” Kristy shakes her head.

Jack pouts, but to his credit, stops doing cannonballs and instead commandeers a dragon shaped pool float with Winnie and Reese hanging off the wings, shrieking.

It’s loud and chaotic and it’s perfect.

Mat swims over to the edge, Talia holding onto his hands while she kicks. “Good sleep?” He asks, splashing a little water onto your feet.

“Mhm,” you hum, “thanks for letting me sleep in.”

“Anytime,” he leans back, dragging Talia through the water. “T and I took a nice walk on the beach, chatted about all the birds we saw, picked up lots of treasures for Mommy.”

“Bird!” Talia pipes up, loudly and happily, looking around.

Mat grins at you, inclining his head as if to say ‘see?’

You smile back, giggling a bit, and then Mat kicks off the wall, swimming around and making boat noises while he navigates Talia through the water and around the obstacles of Matt, Casey, and the other kids.

“I love summer dad camp,” Syd sighs, stretching out in her chair. “It’s a nice little break.”

It’s definitely nice to have this summer experience as opposed to last summer’s insanity. You can finally enjoy watching Mat with Talia in the warm weather.

He tosses her a little into the air, catching her before she hits the water, and despite the way your heart lurches, you smile at the sound of her shrieked laughter mixing with Mat’s.

They swim past Matt and Alice reaches for Talia for a high-five, one of Talia’s favorite tricks. She looks startled when her hand keeps going and splashes down into the water, sending droplets flying onto her and Mat’s faces. Your husband laughs and wipes the water from Talia’s face before blowing raspberries against her cheeks.

It’s the cutest fucking thing you’ve ever seen.

You surprise yourself, thinking about a second baby held in Mat’s arms. Neither of you have really talked about it that seriously and you’ve been sort of holding your breath, waiting for your brain and body to feel normal enough to do it all over again. But now, maybe it’s time to really start thinking and talking about a second baby. You do a little quick math in your head, if you get pregnant right away, easy like it was with Talia when you weren’t even trying, Talia would be just around two when a second baby would be born. That’s a nice age difference, even three years like Mat and Liana would be good too.

You chew at your lower lip, watching Mat and Talia. Smiling when she smushes his cheeks in her hands and bonks her forehead against his.

Yeah, a second mini-Mat wouldn’t be so bad.

[felixxthefrog]

i wish i could escape her.

i wish i could escape her, but i know i can't. i've never been able to.

i see her face every time i look in the mirror.

i see her in the way my eyes glow in the sun, and the softness of the curls that hug my face.

her cheeks mimic mine, and the frown lines between our brows are shadows, photocopies of each other.

i glance at my chin and the squish that lies beneath it - for a moment a see a flash of her nails clawing at her own throat, and her frustrated groans are once again ring sharp in my ears.

"god it's horrendous," it echoes, "i need to lose weight."

it's her hand that guides mine to my stomach to prod at the fat that has accumulated since i got married;

her fingers that snatch the sweets out of pantry to chuck them in the bin;

her hunger pangs that keep me gazing longingly at the fresh buttered tortillas i crave and deny.

it's her grip that straightens my shoulders when i slump forward in exhaustion;

her ever-scrutinizing gaze that makes me reach for the dainty nude heels over the bulky, chunky, spiked, black leather boots that i want to wear so desperately;

her unnerving stare that makes me put back the short shorts and reach for the tea-length dress.

her quiet words still cut deep,

"do you seriously have stretch marks?" and i know she really means 'you were supposed to be better than me.'

her disdainful stare stabs through my chest when i attend dinner with fire truck red hair and a slit in my brow

her opinions ricochet off the walls of my brain "stretched lobes are so ugly, i just think they're horrible." as i gaze longingly at the ornate gold gauges that i reluctantly scroll past.

as much as i abhor every moment she influences who i am, i cannot escape her.

when i passingly mention transness, i feel it in my soul. i feel everything she does, everything she says, everything she has ever said and will ever say.

her hands stretch down my throat and tear my vocal chords from their place when my aunt mentions politics, and they tear my ribs out of place to shred my lungs when she asks me why i haven't gone to church recently. she unthreads my veins from under my skin when she points at the spot that appeared on my cheek this morning and digs her nails into my heart when she tells me she wishes i wouldn't dress like that.

my mind screams and cries begging for her approval, and i know, i know i will never receive it, i know she will never care enough, i know i will never be enough

i know that her god will always and forever fill the place in her heart where i am supposed to be, and i know that her fear and insecurity and compulsion to stick with the status quo will overshadow any beauty that resides within her, and as such within me, but

it

still

hurts

like

hell

and i cannot escape her.

i wish i could escape her.

[ihatebnha]

This is kinda late but i think 2 other characters who would also give you chunky ass babies is Shoto and Keigo 🤧

I will stand by this statement for as long as I live, the Todoroki children are the cutest and the chunkiest children ever to exist... so if you don't think Shoto would knock you up with a fat one, you're insane.

Little bugger's got rolls and cheeks for days, born fat and healthy with a full head of curls and a gorgeous set of eyes, too...

And Sho's baby is so clingy, I just know it... such a mama's thing, crying whenever daddy needs to take them for whatever reason (though they settle down pretty quick once in Sho's arms), and clinging to your leg the moment they can stand.

And sure, baby can be a little fussy at times, but it's nothing either of you can bear to be frustrated with when they pull up their shirt to wipe their runny eyes and end up exposing their cute and chubby baby tummy.

-

Keigo's baby is so, so adorable, too... soft in the middle and shy, they most definitely outweigh most of their age class, and obviously enjoy their mealtimes the most; spending nights plumping up with you before Keigo starts making every dinner fun.

They're a quiet thing, sweet and good... only really brightening up at home, and always begging to sleep in your bed pressed between the skin of both of you... that is, until, raspberries start getting blown onto their chubby tummy just to make them giggle and squeal and try to get away.

And of course, their wings are also super strong, too... and Keigo swears that one day they'll be just as wide. Even so, this has no bearing on the way baby's feathers remain downy and soft, more fuzz than anything, despite how they often flap in joyous excitement when you pull them in for a perfect little cuddle and press your cheek right into the squish of theirs.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Just got DILF Tenya Iida on the brain tonight~

Warnings: Chubby chaser Iida?? age gap, chubby kink(?), oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, body worship, mating press, dacryphilia, overstimulation, cumflation?, creampie, good freaking aftercare.

Word Count: Idk I typed this straight into tumblr.

Author's Note: For context, Iida is in his forties and reader is in her late twenties.

Tenya Iida who's a little bigger and beefier than he used to be in high school. He's taller too, standing at 6'2" and nearly 200 lbs of toned muscle. He's got a bit of a softened, pudgy gut due to age, hair just barely starting to gray, but he's well aware he's still quite the looker. He hasn't lost any of those respectful mannerisms either, proving time and time again that chivalry is, in fact, not dead.

His son is in his teen years, already training with the next generation of heroes, staying in the UA dorms system that hasn't changed since the year Tenya's class implemented it. Which means Tenya is all alone in the big old house that his parents left him with so they could retire in some secluded snowy mountain somewhere.

He's wallowing in his semi-lonliness, tossing and turning in his too-large bed and wishing there was another body in it.

Along comes you. Chubby little you, curled up in a corner booth all alone at his favorite cafe, nose buried in a thick book, the setting sun's rays shining through the window making you look absolutely ethereal. He's seen his fair share of attractive women, but in his eyes, they were all put to shame next to you.

But how is he supposed to approach you without seeming...creepy? He understands women's apprehension around men, especially in today's society where quirks come in all shapes and sizes and bad people use amazing quirks to do bad things. Maybe...

"Excuse me? Can I help you?" When he blinks back to reality his vision is filled with you, looking up at him with those gorgeous, innocent eyes and fluttering lashes. Plush lips and chubby cheeks and your hair framing your face perfectly.

He hates his body for what it does, his cock chubbing up at the sight of you like that, flooding his brain with worse visions of you in his bed. He shakes those thoughts away, silently grateful that his sweatpants are loose. When had he gotten so close to your table?

"Ah...I apologize for startling you. I had intended to ask you about that book in your hands." The smile you give him is absolutely radiant. He isn't quite listening as you ramble on about your novel, just watching your lips move and your eyes light up. It takes him a bit, but he manages to ask you out on a date.

It isn't until a few years later you finally end up in his bed, having dated him properly. He insisted, after all. But now you're realizing how monstrous his appetite is.

After what feels like hours of having his fingers and tongue buried deep inside you, pulling orgasm after nerve-buzzing orgasm from you, he's finally breaching your sloppy hole with that fat cock of his. His hands are all over your belly, tugging and kneading at all your squish, biting marks into your breasts and growling out how beautiful and gorgeous you are between panted groans.

Tears are falling down your cheeks, nerves feeling fried after so many blissful releases, and he's licking the salty trails off your face and kissing your cheeks, neck, and lips fervently. He's ravenous, hips setting a near bruising pace and there's no way you're walking away from this in the morning.

Even more so when he folds you nearly in half, knees to your chest, his giant hands gripping the back of your chunky thighs so hard you know there's gonna be finger and hand-shaped bruises littering your skin.

He's putting all of his weight into every thrust, the tip of his cock just barely brushing your cervix and it feels so incredibly good. All you can do is hiccup and cry, gripping the sheets with whatever strength you have left. He hasn't even cum yet, but he's clearly close if his shaking thighs and arms have anything to say about it.

He fills you so well when he does cum, the sheer amount of it making it leak from your sore cunt. He's softening inside you, and when he slips out he hisses. The little whimper you let out is signal enough for him to leap into action.

He leaves and comes back with a cool, wet cloth, wiping you clean of any and every bodily fluid that ended up staining your skin. You're barely conscious, completely exhausted as he lowers the both of you into the warm tub.

He massages you, works your sore muscles until you're relaxing into his chest, pressing butterfly kisses onto your face and neck and shoulders, whispering little praises in your ear.

"You did so well, pretty girl."

"So good for me."

"You're so beautiful, sunshine."

He's lathering your skin with soap, rough hands working gently over your body, taking time to appreciate your curves and rolls. By the time he's done you're out cold, and he carries you back to bed all the same, wrapping you in the blanket and settling down next to you to lay in a bed that's finally not empty.

[trashytummiez]

Hyperdeath Asriel waking up exceptionally bloated after a party, struggling to get his clothes to fit over his orb belly as he squeezes out burps~ ❤

College life was crazy for Asriel. He was always a shy quiet boy even after turning 21 except when around his friends but when he got the drinks in him Asriel could never help going into Hyperdeath mode. And as it turned out the God of Hyperdeath was the life of the party who drank ate and danced the night away.

And the end result of such a night of partying left him passed out atop his bed wearing nothing but his heart patterned boxers. He was still in Hyperdeath mode while he was sprawled atop his mattress snoring heavily. But as a result of his partying last night he was also incredibly bloated. His tummy was usually flat with some definition. Right now he looked like he had a considerable beer belly. He'd digested much of what he ate and drank last night but the extent of his binge was so great he still had a very big and chunky tummy to show for it.

In fact it was Asriel's belly gurgling so forcefully that awakened the boss monster. He grimaced with his eyes still shut then burped so hard from the action in his tummy that it woke himself up.

"Unnnf...mwrah...?" Asriel roused with a huff. He rubbed his face and still felt his long curled horns. The boss monster blinked a few times revealing his inverted black hyperdeath eyes then looked down at his still-black-tattooed body and eventually his considerably thick tummy.

The undressed young goat man groaned and sat up still rubbing his face in a groggy way.

"Unnngh what even happened last night...?" Asriel mumbled. He dropped a hand down atop his big stomach and gripped it firmly. It felt so doughy and fat as he squished into it and pushed down. His hand sank into his bellyfat showing his tummy was definitely thicker after last night than just being bloated.

Like he had temporarily gained a lot of weight that went right to his belly.

Of course all that squishing and prodding to his tummy made Asriel burp deeply again.

UuUuUuuuHHOOOOOOooorrrlph!!!

Asriel grunted and patted the side of his belly a few times making his tummy jiggle with each pat and making himself burp softly again.

"Ungh fuck...what the hell did I even eat last night...and how much...?" Asriel groaned.

It had to have been a lot because he already needed to burp again. He took a breath and brought a fist to his mouth in time to give a really big closed mouth burp. It made his cheeks expand out while the gas rumbled heavily in his mouth and carried on for a few seconds.

Asriel blew the gas off to the side and fanned the air around his snout.

He lazily scratched the sides of his thick paunch. However long it was going to remain he was just going to have to get around with it for the time being. The boss monster grabbed a pair of black slacks to try and slip them on but when he pulled his pants up he couldn't zip them shut.

Asriel's tummy was so big and fat that it was weighing down the waist of his pants and keeping him from zipping it up.

"Nrgh c'mon dammit!" Asriel growled in a frustrated huff. He tried stubbornly to zip his pants over his thick and heavy stomach but it didn't work. The zipper just couldn't zip up all the way.

All Asriel's continued attempts to bring the zipper up actually accomplished was to squeeze another big burp out of the young "God of Hyperdeath". Then another shorter but bigger one right after that.

AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRRRRRHP!!!!

BUUUUUUHHHP!!!!!

The last one left him huffing. He stopped trying to zip up his pants and just threw his hands up.

"Great that's just perfect," Asriel complained.

He walked over to his dresser to get a shirt at least but halfway towards the dresser he stopped. Asriel looked uncomfortable for a few seconds then put a hand on his chest in time for another burp to roll out of him and get louder by the end of it.

BrreeeeeeuuuuurrrAAAAAAAAAAHP!!!!!

Asriel grunted and hit his chest a few times.

Late night binging as intense as whatever happened at the party always made him really gassy.

He grabbed a t-shirt one that had his favorite video game as the pattern 'Deltarune'. But just like his pants when he tried tugging it down it squeezed against his tummy and didn't cover it all the way. Asriel cursed under his breath and shoved it harder to try and pull over his middle but his big belly just kept getting in the way.

And of course all that squeezing accomplished was wring another meaty burp out of the boss monster that got softer when it ended.

AAAAAAAARRRRrUUUuuuuuuullhp!!!!

Asriel gave up.

He flopped back down onto his bed with his pants unzipped and his shirt completely riding up above his bulging tummy. And unless he planned on going out looking like an absolute pig he decided the next best thing. Since he was still in Hyperdeath mode he'd at least look the part.

So Asriel went to his closet and slipped on his infamous Hyperdeath robe. The last piece that completed the look he was always going for when he based his Hyperdeath mode off of his online persona in games and rp forums.

It didn't fully mask the bump his bulging tummy was making but it at least concealed the whole thing and wasn't squeezing down on his belly so hard that it had Asriel burping every few minutes either.

This was enough of a win for him and certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd left his dorm room wearing that same robe.

Asriel was about to exit his bedroom when his tummy gave a deeply gaseous grumble. It churned so heavily it sounded like a washing machine. Asriel groaned uncomfortably and rubbed his robe clad tummy with both hands. The pain only seemed to get worse the louder Asriel's bloated stomach got.

He covered his mouth. for a brief second he felt like he was about to puke. Instead Asriel's hand was blown back when he gave the biggest gassiest burp he'd let out yet.

BAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRLHP!!!!!!!!!!!!

It felt like all the gas that was brimming inside of Asriel's belly had finally been coaxed out of him all at once and resulted in an absolute colossus of a burp. Asriel's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he flopped backwards onto his bed looking so unbelievably relieved.

"Haaaaaaah...the god of Hyperdeath beats indigestion again...uuuuuurrrp!"

[hansolmates]

popular-ish | 12

pairing; popular!jk x normie!reader summary; you are way out of jungkook’s league. Or is it the other way around? genre/warnings; self-deprecating language, your typical college!au, jungkook is a piner, shy!oc, oc just wants some damn pizza, maaa yyybeeee eventual fwb 2 lovers au, oc is also a little cold-cutie but who can blame them, dang how did this get so angsty? w.c; 707 a/n; thank u all for being so patient! one more drabble and then the finale! can’t believe it’s almost over :’) &also, i stand by the fact the klairs sunscreen is bomb [masterlist]

“It’s the height for me,” Jungkook says pointedly. 

“You fucker,” Jimin seethes, looking down at his friend’s unnecessarily chunky combat boots, “it’s the micro-cleaning for me.” 

“Excuse me do you not want a clean apartment—” 

“It’s completely unnecessary to clean the sugar crystals off the counter at Starbucks, JK,” Jimin sticks up his nose, “especially when you don’t work there.” 

You don’t know how to fit yourself into this conversation. Every single one of Jungkook’s friends has something eye-catching about them, whether it be Jimin’s charm, Lisa’s boisterous personality or Taehyung’s… everything. They’re all alluring, and impossibly pretty that you can barely look at half of them in the eye. 

Jungkook said tonight’s shindig was small, and he was right. It’s someone’s apartment (Taehyung’s?) and there’s probably around fifteen people, max. The room is warm despite the obviously expensive taste and angular furniture, and you naturally gravitate to a corner of the room where a eucalyptus candle burns brightly. 

Not five seconds after you sit down someone approaches you. 

“Hi, I’m Sana,” she’s so pretty, like a beacon of starlight. Her smile is impossibly white, and she slips her thighs next to yours as she makes room for yourself on the tiny seat. You immediately clam up, clutching your juice with both hands as she leans her face into yours. 

“Hi Sana,” you chirp back, a tentative smile curling at her enthusiasm. 

“Your skin is so nice,” you back away slightly when her rose tipped nail brushes against her cheek, giggling uneasily, “what’s your routine?” 

Your hand floats your face, running your palm over the flushed skin. “Just the usual? It’s five steps. Although I have been forgetting to put on sunscreen in the morning.” 

“Oh, me too!” Sana practically cooes, delighted that you’ve found something in common, “what brand do you use?” 

“I use the Klairs one, it’s a big bottle and really sinks into your skin,” over the years you have been a bit of a skincare junkie, wanting to at least find regulation in one routine even if the rest of your life is amock. “I definitely recommend it, it’s like a moisturizer but with SPF! What’s your skin type?” 

Sana is lovely company, you relax against the seat and squish the throw pillows between your arms, exchanging regimens and favorite skincare YouTubers. You feel warm and fuzzy and you no longer feel compelled to cling to your date for the night. She doesn’t push you to meet new people, try strange drinks, and no bit of malice mars her face. No, you like her. You want to be her friend. 

“Babe,” Jungkook pops into your bubble, brushing your arm against his thumbs. 

Sana gasps softly into your ear, “Oh my gosh, he babe-ed you.” 

It’s then that he notices your new friend’s presence, and he stiffens. You feel his fingers curl lightly into your bicep, and you watch the way his jaw clenches minutely, “Sana,” he says, and she offers a polite smile. 

“Is it eight already?” you ask, eyes darting to the window. 

“Yeah, final exam tomorrow,” Jungkook reminds, “I gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll meet you at the door.” 

He leaves as quickly as he enters, and while you think nothing of it, Sana knows more. 

“You’ve been together long, huh?” 

“Oh, well—” you give a half-hearted shrug, rubbing your sweaty palms in your sweatshirt, “I mean maybe? It’s been a while, but we don’t really go out on dates or anything.” 

“Oh please, we’re young and broke! Netflix and Chill is totally a date!” She slaps her thighs on her skin-tight jeans, as if she’s telling a fact. “Besides, you’ve lasted longer than others. That’s a good sign.” 

You’ve lasted longer than others. 

It disarms you. You know that Jungkook has had a more lucrative relationship history, moreso on the realm of shoddy flings and half-hearted hookups. It shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. There’s no air of arrogance that graces Sana’s expression, maybe she’s genuinely happy for you. Maybe she’s impressed that you’ve managed to keep Jungkook entertained for this long. Maybe she’s wondering why it isn’t her, but someone as inconspicuous and wall-melting as you. 

You force a small smile, and lie levelly, “We’re not that serious, actually.” 

[georgiapeach30513]

don't be shy, give us some squishy girl content <3

SQUISHERS!!! Is she not the sweetest thing. Let's go to the beach with our favorite pearl loving family!

🖤🖤🖤🖤

You Wanna Go Swimming?

Summary: Blade and you take the squishers to the beach

Pairings: Blade/Reader X Squish

Rating: 🏖

Warnings: Squish chub, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 500

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Blade Drysdale Masterlist

You can't get enough of seeing your chonky little girl at the beach. Blade being the doting father that he is, couldn't help but buy every bathing suit for her that he could. You couldn't take him anywhere, and even if you did, he was always shopping online for her. Even if you warned him it was way too much.

Blade had informed you that she needed a bathing suit for everyday, and if you left the beach or pool, she needed another one if you returned. Needing a separate bag just for her swimsuits alone. You bit your tongue, but you really wanted to call him ridiculous.

Fable loved the beach. She loved sitting in the sand, sitting on her blanket, being held close to her daddy as the three of you jumped through the surf. Your baby was always the happiest little thing.

That squishy girl loved to wave at passerby's, giving them the sweetest hey. And Blade would get so offended if they didn't respond. "She's the cutest thing here." "How could they just walk by and ignore the Squishers?" "She takes your hey back!"

"Blade! You can't say those things," Fable smacks at his chest pouting before laughing again.

"Even she was hurt for about three seconds. You don't hurt Squish because I'll hurt you," as if to prove his point, he nibbles on her fat cheeks, and gives that thigh chub some squishes.

"The both of you need to behave."

Blade loved when you would start reading a book, while Fable was passed out and curled up next to you, almost looking as if she was also reading with you. If it wasn't for those heart shaped sunglasses, you might think she was awake.

Even when Blade would lean over you to pepper kisses around your face, still thinking that chunky girl is asleep, but when she grunts in protest, and pats her cheek, "Me, dada. Me guwl."

"I think your daughter is reminding you, that she's your girl. Better give her kissies daddy."

"Faby, remember your mama was my girl first," still leaning over you to engulf kisses all over her jiggling face. "Goah, I love this kid. Tell me why we didn't have one sooner? Squish, you're perfect, you've got ten thousand names, and I love you."

She returns his sentiments with a few of her own garbled words, and Blade looks back at you. Thanking you in his favorite way, neck kisses. Almost forgetting you're at the beach with a baby, "Blade, Fable isn't beside me anymore."

He sits up so fast, and sees his daughter crawling to the ocean, stopping to lay on her side, and giggle back at the two of you, "Where do you think you're going?" Fable strings along some indiscernible jibberish pointing to the water. "Oh you wanna go swimming again? Then I will carry you. You need to quit growing. I don't wike it, Squish. I don't wike it at all."

Masterlist

[achliegh]

Unattainable

Okay I was reading Sonlste the other day for fun and I got this amazing idk. What if Leo

TW/CW: Smut, swearing, Marriage issues, Violence, Body Image issues, issues with religion and violence because of certain beliefs

Some Characters belong to: @lumosinlove

Chapter 10:

Logan saw a 100% difference in Finn when he came home the morning after spending the night with Leo, which Logan totally wasn’t jealous that Finn got to go first or anything, but Finn was in a really good mood. He had stopped on his way home to pick up breakfast from their favorite coffee shop.

He got Logan a sticky bun and a caffeinated hot chocolate and himself an americano and a sesame bagel, smiling the brightest smiles when he walked into the door. Now they are sitting on the floor of their living room watching some show from when Finn was a kid, leaning into each other as they ate and drank their breakfast. Giggling at dumb jokes they would make and sharing sweet and salty kisses.

They agreed not to talk about the nights spent with Leo but Logan was dying to know. He wanted to respect Finn’s wishes though, so he didn’t ask. They threw their disposable cups away and went to the bathroom to brush their teeth.

Logan was brushing already while Finn went to get changed having showered in the hotel room, Logan was looking at his phone while scrubbing his teeth to hell and back when he felt his hand on his waist. He freezes a little, he thinks he has gained more weight recently even if he is eating healthier, he looks at Finn in the mirror.

Finn is looking at Logan and kisses the top of his head, wrapping his arms around his waist fully and holding him tight. Logan has been really good at maintaining his weight and Finn loves it, some people may think Logan is chunky but Finn thinks his perfect. Soft and always warm, his body is more proportionate than when Logan was super fit.

He just wants to cuddle him.

Maybe Logan would let him.

After they finish their teeth Finn drags Logan to the bedroom and flops down on the bed grabbing Logan and yanking him on top of him. Smiling, he pecks his lips and snuggles more into the bed and wraps his arms around Logan's back and runs his hands up and down his spine, squishing his cheek on the top of Logan's curls.

“I love you so much, baby. Like, every time I think about you my heart feels all funny. Can you feel it?”

Logan could, his ear is on Finn’s chest… his heart sped up when Finn started talking.

“I love you too.” Logan buries his face in Finn’s chest to hide his crazy red blush and stupid dopey smile.

His heart sped up too.

[sunshinesteviee]

just dropping in to say that tom is 1000% the dad that calls his chubby cheeked soft tummied baby yummy and delicious like you’d come home from a day out with friends and he’d be on the couch inhaling your baby’s scent with his nose stuck in their hair and pretending to chomp on their arm and making exaggerated nom nom noises while your little one is giggling their head off🤧 I just love baby obsessed dad!tom

ok hi this is officially my favorite thing ever i did not do the concept justice (idk if you wanted a blurb, you’re getting one anyways!!!). i am literally so soft this makes me MELT. 

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Tom was obsessed with your little girl from day one, and showed you every single day how great of a dad he was (though you had no doubts about that). He had no problem being the one who got up in the middle of the night to change her diaper, or rock her back to sleep. He loved on her every single chance he got, whether it was her laying on his chest for skin-to-skin contact, or just scooping her up and kissing her again and again.

At six months, Hazel was already so much bigger than she had been when she was born, and was squishy and chunky in all the best ways. Tom loved to point it out, squishing her thighs, or tickling her tummy any chance he got, and when she giggled, he’d just grin, “I could just eat you up! You’re so yummy, aren’t you, bubba?”

One day, you came home after spending the afternoon with some friends to find Tom and Hazel all cuddled up. She was laying against his chest, squirming a little as Tom hugged her close. His nose was pressed against her wispy curls, and you couldn’t blame him because babies had the best smell. He pressed soft kisses to her cheeks, much too entranced with your little girl to notice that you were home.

Hazel giggled a little at Tom’s many kisses, which prompted him to lay her in his lap, and proceed to kiss her all over and pretend he was chomping on her arm. He would tickle her tummy, as he made exaggerated chewing noises, holding her arm to his mouth, “Daddy’s gonna get you, bubba! Uh oh, watch out... now nom nom!”

This caused Hazel to giggle wildly, shaking her head from side to side, tiny arms flailing. Tom continued the over the top noises, pretending to chew on her arms and legs. Hazel shrieked with laughter again, and your heart was swelling at the sight of it. As much as you wanted to hold both of your babies, you didn’t want to interrupt the moment, so you stood quietly, just taking it in.

[sickybubbies]

“I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me… I was fine this morning.” and "Keep your head in the trashcan until you're done." with yoongs as the sickie and joon as the caretaker?

A/N: Got a bit carried away with this one hehe, apologies for not posting much, things have been hectic. But I am working on posting the other requests soon! Thank you for being patient 😊😊

TW: Emeto

“I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me..I was fine this morning..” Yoongi babbles miserably, on his knees with a trash can in front of him as he sat in bed. Feeling overly nauseous.

“I don’t know either, sweetheart” A quiet voice comes from his boyfriend, Namjoon. Scooting over to gently pet his hair with a sigh. Yoongi was fidgeting in bed too much to be normal for the smaller man who loves to just be considered dead when he sleeps in his boyfriend’s arms, he’s without a doubt the little spoon of the two.

Yoongi pants as his stomach churns ominously, cheeks flushed and looking warm as his hair sticks up in different places— from being rudely interrupted at night with bilousines plaguing him.

He lurches forward, belching hollowly with hot and miserable pants. Namjoon’s lips curve in a surprised pout, keeping a firm yet gentle hand on his back. “Easy Yoonie, you’re okay. You’re okay my love” the younger soothes.

Yoongi whimpers pathetically, sounding like a kicked puppy as he hiccups again. His stomach bubbles and gurgles as the vomit stealthily creeps up his throat. Suddenly, his stomach clenches and his shoulders roll with a gag, thick and chunky liquid searing past his lips and clattering in to the plastic.

Namjoon frowns softly and winces. Brown eyes big in worry as he starts moving the still hand in big, soft, circles onto his back. “Ah- that wasn’t nice..” he blurts out innocently, pausing when he gets a feeble glare for that. He sighs, pressing his lips tenderly on the side of his head, “I’m sorry you feel so icky, love”

The older nods, somewhat acknowledging the comfort. His brows pinch in earnest as his head pounds, ears ringing while dizzily leaning into Namjoon’s chest with another poor whimper. He barely registers the sick whirlwind that his stomach still is, almost retching over his boyfriend’s black tee.

“Yoonie—” Namjoon’s relaxed eyes widen again by a significant margin. Impulsively he shoves the grey haired back over the trash can. “Just—” he chews on his lips, awkwardly patting his back. “Keep your head in the trashcan till you’re done”

Yoongi doesn’t need to be told twice, pitching forward with a deep heave. His lips part to suck in a quick breath before he retches again, a stream of hot puke guzzling out of him.

Namjoon coos, “there we go..” he murmurs while the latter is still doubling over and being sick, “there we go, you got it. You’re okay” he encourages, carding his long fingers swiftly through Yoongi’s soft hair.

Eventually his stomach fizzles down, tapering off to just rough dry heaves and coughs over the bin. Yoongi whimpers, an arm fastened around his middle as he flails back into Namjoon’s chest and buries his face deep into his neck. His previous arm now on the taller’s middle and squeezing him.

“You’re such a baby” Namjoon laughs while smoothing his hair again. “Like a ragdoll”

Yoongi stares at him, bottom lip jutting out in a huge pout. “Are you calling me a ragdoll because of how rough I look, appreciate it.” Namjoon shakes his head, stifling a giggle at the adorable sight.

“A ragdoll is kitten breed, a baby kitten like you” he giggles, reaching over to squish one of the pale cheeks when the pout grows.

“I’m not a baby kitten” Yoongi retorts, lying back on his chest and snuggling deep. His small frame curls up as he hugs Namjoon, face comfortably buried in the warmth on his neck, like a baby kitten.

Namjoon giggles fondly, kissing his forehead. “Whatever you say, my love”

[brownhardyho]

Dad!Ben HC

A/N: This is meant to be a continuation for my Being Married to Ben HC series! If you liked reading this, please leave me some feedback, reblog, etc. Enjoy my lovelies! :)

Birth- 1 year old

Your world changed when baby girl Alma arrived, and Ben was absolutely wrapped around her finger

Ben would do literally anything for his daughter

Shortly after her birth, Ben was really excited to try bonding with your daughter

"Darling, skin to skin contact is amazing for bonding with the baby!" He reasons with you after you were teasing him about taking his shirt off at the hospital

Sure, enough baby Alma absolutely LOVED laying on her daddy's warm chest, his soothing heart beat lulling her to sleep

"Love, she falls asleep just like you!" Ben coos

You both asked Joe and your best friend to be Alma's god parents

Joe weeped of joy when he first met Alma, and when you asked him, he straight up balled his eyes out

"I will protect her with my life!"

"Uh Joe, her parents are still here!" You say

"She will be the most spoiled goddaughter!"

Before you all returned home, Ben wanted to make sure that Frankie would be prepared so he brought a cap of Alma's to sniff so she could be familiar to her scent

Frankie was hesitant at first, but she loved the new addition to the family

She was extremely protective, retrieving to where ever the baby was when she heard a noise

Baby Alma was a pretty calm, easy going baby, thank god

Ben definitely rocked the baby carrier, like all the time

Simple stroll in the park? The baby was strapped to his chest

Meeting with his agent? Alma went with him most of the time.

Everytime he brings her along to the office, everyone stops and showers them with compliments

"She's such a calm baby!"

"Look at that hair!"

Time seemed to fly by so fast, especially since Alma was growing so fast already

Her chunky thighs and cheeks were just begging to be squished and kissed

One time you found Ben playing with Alma and speaking to her as if she could speak back

"Oh yes of course!" Ben chuckled, replying to Alma's gurgles

Ben used to read to your bump when you were pregnant

So he definitely carried this tradition on when Alma came

He loved reading her all the classics like Goodnight Moon, Dr. Seuss, etc

When it came to dressing your daughter, Ben's dad side came out

He definitely ordered onsies and shirts of his favorite football and rugby teams

"She's gotta represent, love!"

When it came time to introduce solid foods, Ben was Alma's gauge if she liked the food or not

"Ooh I think not!" Ben grimaced at the taste of mashed peas

"Ben, the baby can't live on carrots for the rest of her life! She needs variety!" You chuckle as you observe your daughter getting excited when Ben was feeding her

Speaking of which, Ben ate all of Alma's leftovers and it was starting to show, in a good way

Ben always had a pretty fit body, but now it was THICCC

His morning gym sessions turned into morning cuddles with you and Alma

Alma was pretty talkative, blubbering and gurgling away

She was also really strong, like her grip strength is off the charts

"Ouch, that hurts Alma!" Ben pouts, try to pry Alma's chubby fingers out of his blonde curls

"Looks like she takes after her mama," You smirk, causing a blush to rise in Ben's cheeks

"I love you!" Ben kisses Alma's forehead as he sets her down in her crib, with you next to his side

"Lub u!" Alma squeals, showing off her gummy smile

"Did she just-? " Ben asks in awe

"Our daughter's first words were love you!" You laugh aloud "This is absolutely perfect!"

Ben had been away filming when Alma started crawling and he was heartbroken when he couldn't be there to see her in person

But that was all forgiven when Alma took her first steps

It happened when you and Ben were dancing softly in the living room, Alma playing with Frankie

You turned around and stopped

"Ben, look!" You whisper, smacking his shoulder so he would turn around

"You got it baby! Come to papa!" Ben cheers excitedly, his arms outstretched

"My big girl!" You beam proudly

Tag list: @wanderlustandsmut @rrrogah-tayluhh @mclfoybaby

[jungshookz]

Ooo Christmas drabble with tae, getting bby fever when you see him with your baby cousins on xmas day and playing with them a being an overall daddy (ahem pun intended) but getting slightly and playfully jealous cause (one) your cousins like him more than you and (69) he's giving your cousins too much attention. Time for the attention attack!

🎄 pairing: kim taehyung x reader

🎄 genre: boyfriend!taehyung, very vERY soft hours aka the fluffiest fluff, tae is SO good with kids, your baby cousin lowkey hates u

🎄 wordcount: 2.9k

🎄 notes: i.,,.,. this is,., probably the cutest thing i’ve ever written in my entire life,, i wanted to add more at the end but i thought the ending was perfect?? idk!! enjoy!!

(gif isn’t mine!)

“peekAboo~!” tae gasps as he moves his hands away from his face

he crosses his eyes and sticks his tongue out and you can’t help but snort at how dumb he looks as you watch him play with your baby cousin

you and tae are at your family’s annual christmas party and the minute you got the invite tae was like okAY time to buy an ugly christmas sweater

so here is his wearing an obnoxiously green christmas sweater that’s supposed to be representative of an elf’s uniform

it has jingle bells on them so you know you won’t lose tae at the party because you’ll be able to hear him every time he takes a step

you and tae have been together for two years now

last year when he came to the christmas party everyone loVed him unsurprisingly

and you were feeling pretty proud because u were like yA this is the mans i’m dating can u believe it

anyways

everyone’s waiting for the turkey to finish roasting in the oven

so you’re in the living room sitting on the couch next to tae and the baby

you’re curled up in one corner and tae’s curled up at the other end so you’re both facing each other

of course there are a couple other relatives in the room but they’re all in their own world

you don’t even know where your aunt went she just dumped the baby on tae even tho u were like heLLo i’m her cousin why don’t u give her to mE

“peekaboo!!!!” tae’s fingers dig into her chunky sides gently and he wiggles them

your baby cousin squeals in delight and gurgles at him

her chubby fingers wrap around his pinky and he coos before leaning in to plant a kiss on her chubby cheek “ooh you’re sO CUTe!!!!”

you feel your stomach do a flip

o

oh my what is this feeling

o god

u suddenly want a baby

u want a baby SO bad

more specifically u want tae’s babies

you can already see it

you can already see it

“she’s still not sleeping?” you rub the sleep out of your bleary eyes and let out a yawn

the baby fusses in tae’s arm and he makes a small sound of pity as he looks down at her “oh, i know, you’re so tired! you’re so sleepy… daddy’s sleepy too…”

he glances over his shoulder at you

“mhm, not yet. we’ll get there soon - i can feel it.” tae whispers as he paces back and forth while he rocks the baby - your guys’ baby - back n forth in his arms

the bedroom lamp casts a warm glow over his skin and you can’t help but run your eyes over the expanse of his bare back  

he hums a lullaby and the sound of his soothing voice fills the space in the room

and finally

peace

and once he does that he places the baby gently in the bassinet and tip toes back to the bed

he crawls into bed with you and pulls the covers up

his arm wraps around your waist and he pulls you into his chest and presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder

end of y/n’s baby fever dream

you let out a dreamy sigh before taking another sip of your punch while keeping your eyes trained on tae

“let me fix these tiny pigtails…” tae mutters as he adjusts the little pink bows around your cousin’s pigtails

he’s so perfect

you don’t know how you got so lucky

“there isn’t much to fix it’s not like she has a lot of hair” you comment and tae scowls playfully at you before covering your cousin’s ears

“don’t listen to your mean old cousin. you have so much hair!!” he rubs her baldish head before bouncing her up and down in his lap

“she’s BALD i don’t even know how those pigtails are-“

“taetae! can we play hide and seek?? can you seek??” tae turns his head when a grouP of your younger cousins run up to him with wide grins

um

excuse me

you’re always always the seeker

and ya you love tae but you’re not letting him strIP that title away from u

“uh! i’m usually the seeker, aren’t i?” you gasp and press a hand against your chest in mock pain

they all look over at you and by the looks on their faces they’re all like oh hey y/n we forgot u even existed in the first place

“.,,.,,but we want tAe to be the seeker!!”

“sorry, jagi. gotta listen to the people” taheyung lifts the baby up and you take her from him but you’re holding her like an arm’s length away from your body

she’s kind of just dangling there

tae blinks down at you and chuckles “she won’t bite, y’know”

“she’s teething - she’s definitely going to bite” you mutter

you’re HURT

your ego has been shattered because apparently you’re not good enough of a seeker!!!!! but taetae is!!!!!!!!

“you guys have 30 seconds to hide and then i’ll come after you. if i find you i can proMIse you’ll get a visit from the tickle monster!!!” all the kids squeal in a mixture of delight and feAR before scurrying off in all different directions

“you don’t wanna play hide and seek with us?” taheyung pokes your arm and you raise a brow “i’ll even help you find a hiding spot!!”

“i don’t hide. i seek - exclusively.” you huff playfully and turn your attention back to the baby

tae can’t help but roll his eyes at how childish you’re being

“taetae!!!!!!!”

“coming!! all of you better be hiding!!!” he turns and looks back down at you “duty calls”

“i’m just gonna hang out here with my nEW best friend” you wiggle your fingers under the baby’s armpit and she doesn’t laugh or crack a smile

in fact she looks.,, very unimpressed

huh

she was laughing up a stoRm when tae did it

even the baby hates you

“alright! don’t have too much fun without me!!” he leans down and gives you a kiss before running off “i’m coming!!!”

and then you pull your legs up so that the baby can lean back against your thighs

your toes are hanging off the edge of the couch but as long as the baby is comfy you’re fine

you look at the baby and she blinks up at you with wide eyes

you’re good with kids but you’ve never really been good with babies

“so… how’s your night going?” you ask the baby and watch as she shoves her fist into her mouth “you seem to like taetae a lot, don’t you?”

her drool drips onto your lap

“mhm. me too, girl.” you tsk and rub her little belly

it’s so rotund

so soft n round

hm

you poke it and she shrieks and you swear your ears start bleeding

jesus christ

babies are so loud

“oH- okay, sensitive spot, i won’t do it again” you raise your hands and she leans back against your thighs satisfactorily

she shrieks again when you pinch her tiny big toe

“you can’t scream every time i touch you. and don’t suck on your fist. it’s dirty.” you pull her fist out of her mouth with a pop and her bottom lip starts quivering and her round eyes start watering “well, you don’t have to cry about it!!” you scoff and shove her fist back into her mouth and she hums happily

babies are so weird

all of a sudden you hear laughter coming from down the hall

you recognise tae’s boisterous laugh immediately

“why don’t we go see what your boyfriend’s up to?” you ask the baby and she squeals before ripping her fist out of her mouth and flinging spiT all over your shirt “…taking that as an enthusiastic yes!”

you stand up and prop the baby up against your hip and step out into the hallway to see

o

oh god

ur icy heart grows ten times bigger in a millisecond

the kids are piling up onto tae as he tickles the youngest one out of the group “i told you the tickle monster was coming!!!” he laughs

“again, let’s play again!!!!” they cheer enthusiastically as they climb off tae’s back

“round 2?? you have 30 seconds!!!!” the kids immediately scatter and tae lets out a breath and leans back against his palms as he pants heavily

god

he’s sweAting up a storm

he sees you standing at the end of the hallway leaning against the back of the couch fully immersed in a conversation with the baby and he can’t help but smile

the baby gurgles and squishes her cheek against your shoulder and you coo and pinch her cheek and tae winces when the baby shrIEKS

his mind can’t help but wander to thoughts of you carrying his baby

you’d be a really good mom even tho you don’t think you’d be a good one

woW he wants you to have his babies

oOf suddenly he’s feeling a little overwhelmed by his love for you

“y/n!” tae calls for you and you look up

“look!! look at taetae!! look how tired he is and it’s only been one round!! taetae is weakweak!!!!” you mock his baby voice and taehyung rolls his eyes playfully

“why don’t you play a round with us? we’re having a lotTa fun!!”

“i told you i only seek-“

“y/n, why don’t you go play with the kids?” your aunt appears next to you and the baby immediately reaches for her

you’re low-key offended because you thought you and the baby were having a good time but whAtever

“i’ll take the baby, it looks like someone’s getting sleepy!!” your aunt coos and you nod before handing the baby to her

okay

obviously you have nothing better to do so

you’ll play one round

but if you’re going to hide you’re going to be the beSt hider and tae’s going to find you last OR he’s not going to find you at all and you’ll die in your hiding spot (hopefully that doesn’t happen)

you’re starting to realise why you liked being the seeker all these years

it’s because being in the dark by yourself surrounded by nothing but silence and accompanied by your overactive imagination is completely and utterly terrifying

you decided the closet would be a good hiding spot mainly because

you’re too big to squeeze under the bed

you’re too big to hide behind the curtains

hide and seek is a game for tiny CHILDren that’s why

but now that you have a moment alone

the first thing you think about is tae

you’re ecstatic that your entire family loves him

you love that the kids love him

you love that the baby loves him

you love him

you love him so much

he’s the sweetest guy ever

he’s so generous and thoughtful and alwAys helps other people before he helps himself

he’s adorable and devastatingly sexy at the same time

he’s well-spoken and well-mannered

and you can’t help but think about your future with him

you’re not planning to break up with him anytime soon and you hope he’S not planning to break up with you anytime soon

you wonder how he’ll propose to you (and little do u know tae’s starting to think about marriage too)

you wonder what your wedding will be like

you wonder how he’ll react when you become pregnant with your first child

you really don’t know how you got so lucky

there’s a big dumb smile on your face and you sniffle as you sit in the frickin closet

you realise that you’re literally crYIng just thinking about your boyfriend u emotional piece of shit

you reach up to wipe at your tears and-

“seriously, the closet?? i thought you were more- hey, you okay?” you can barely see tae but some light from the hallway floods into the bedroom and you can see his eyebrows furrowing in concern

he steps into the closet and shuts the door behind him

he turns the closet light on and frowns because it’s pretty dim but it’s better than nothing

he slides down the wall and sits down next to you

it’s a lil tight in here

“what’s the matter, jagi?” your knee nudges against his as you turn to face him

“nothing! nothing’s the matter, that’s the problem.” you giggle and wipe more of your tears away that for some reason can’t stOP falling

“…do you want me to create a problem?? will that make you feel better??” tae asks and he’s genuinely confused because whAt are you talking about why are you crying!!!!!

he cups your face in his hands and wipes your tears away with his thumbs

you smile and reach up to grip at his wrist “how did i get so lucky to land someone like you?” you whisper

tae’s heart flutters in his chest

“you’re right, you should be the seeker next time. if we make you hide you just end up thinking about how much you love me.” he teases and shuffles a little closer to you

you snort and roll your eyes

“shut u-“ tae leans forward and presses his lips against yours and you kiss him back instinctively

your heart pitta-patta’s in your chest when tae continues pressing soft kisses to your mouth

and at this moment

in this closet

you can’t help but thank the gods

because you are the luckiest gal in the world

here’s a bonus baby drabble that didn’t fit into the drabble but i still wanted to show u guys lol

you’re starting to think your older cousin might like him a little too much

she’s the same age as tae

you’re a year younger than her and because of that she’s always treated u like a baby even though it’s literally juSt one year

and don’t get it twisted

you love your older cousin

she’s really great!!! she always looks out for you and takes care of you and you love that and you guys have a really good relationship

but of course

sometimes she becomes a little,..,., extra

and right now is one of those times because she is blatantly flirting with your boyfriend while you’re in the kitchen grabbing some food for hEr because she asked you to and you weren’t doing anything so why not

“you’re so good with kids” she sighs and slides a finger down tae’s arm and he freezes for a second before clearing his throat and spooning another thing of mushy peas into the baby’s mouth

she babbles and some of it spills out and drips down her chin and tae uses the spoon to scoop it back into her mouth

“thank you! i love kids, so it works out” he shrugs

you poke your head out a little and you watch as her eyes flicker over to tae’s untouched plate of food and you narrow your eyes

she wouldn’t

“oh you haven’t eaten yet! you have to try the mashed potatoes - i made them.”

is she

this binch is fEEDing your boyfriend right in front of u

well

technically she doesn’t know that you’re watching them

“oh, um-“ tae takes the spoonful of potatoes into his mouth quickly and swallows “thank you, but you really don’t have to feed me, hah. the potatoes are really good! you should probably eat, too. where’s your-“

“here’s your plate of food!!” you practically appear out of thin air and the baby squAwks when tae jolts and yanks the spoon out of her mouth

you hand the plate to your cousin with an overly sweet smile “i didn’t give you a lot of green beans because we all know how gassy you get”

her face flushes and she glares at you

meanwhile tae’s about to bite his bottom lip off from how hard he’s trying to noT burst into laughter right now

“excuse me” she clears her throat and gets up off the couch and you smile satisfactorily before plopping down next to tae

there’s a beat of silence as you pick at your mashed potatoes  

“y/n’s jealous, isn’t she? she’s so jealous even though she doesn’t need to be!” tae speaks in his baby voice and wiggles the spoon in front of the baby “she’s being silly, isn’t she? so silly!” he squeals 

🎄the twelve drabbles of christmas! 🎄

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[messymagician]

The Devil’s due

Sarah (Arcana OC) X Julian (Arcana) Follows the main plot story, with changes. Just shy of 4k words. ________________________________________________________________

Chapter 5 : Salty and bitter.

A gentle touch to the shoulder made the rather scruffy-looking magician grumble and gripe from her sleep. Scrunching up her little round nose as quiet chuckles roused her awake. "Mrrrrrmmmm…. What year is it?" She sighed sarcastically while lifting both palms to her face to squish the sleepiness from her eyes. Yikes she felt awful. Not mentally, just physically. Her knees were stiff and it felt as though both of her eyes had been left dry all night.

"I'm going to be heading out, I wanted to give you something before I leave." Asra soothed quietly, enjoying the sight of Sarah's almost childlike waking grumpiness. 

It had been longer than he could remember since he'd had such a sudden connection to someone. But something about her… it was familiar. In the best possible way. Like being wrapped in a warm blanket that reminded oneself of home; watching her little mannerisms felt like a long lost pass-time.

Her drowsiness setting aside eased him back into the present, taking her hand to deposit something small but sturdy into her palm. Standing up and throwing a long shawl over his shoulder. "For the shop. You're welcome to stay whenever you need to."

She didn't have much time to both process his words, investigate the item, and thank him so the latter fell to the wayside temporarily. Flipping the chunk of metal over in her hand before the light morning blindness set aside and she could clearly see what it was. A key. Chunky and unpolished.

Oh wait, this is a key to here?! Her mouth opens to object but the front door clicks downstairs and as she quickly scans the room for Asra it seems he's already outside. Leaving her sitting with her legs dangling off of the spare bed for a moment. A key to the shop. Wow. Her meltdown yesterday must've really had some kind of impression huh. She huffed through her nose, struggling out from under the covers.

It looked like it was just past dawn. Not quite midday yet, the sun still hanging low in the morning position. A few flocks of pigeons sat softly cooing to one another on the opposing roofs outside. She stretches out, feeling her shoulders pop, before getting up and immediately going to explore the shop. There are so many cool things to look at, most of which totally blew over her head last night. She fumbled down the steep staircase and dropped the last two steps in one jump, feeling the last of her dopey waking-up brain finally turn its lights on.

The sweet smell of tea and cinnamon from last night has faded. Leaving a colder, but much fresher, air in the room. Her stomach rumbled hungrily but it was eclipsed by eager out-loud reading of ingredient bottles stored behind the front desk. "Ground amethyst, acorn tops, charmed writing quill ink, powdered pearls… Asra must have collected these himself." She mumbled to nobody in particular while turning a vial of melted lavender buds over in her hands. 

An indeterminate amount of time had passed. Sarah, totally lost to the exploration of the shop's inventory, was startled by a loud knocking at the front door that made her jolt upright directly into the shelf above. Smoothing down her hair shortly after with a grumble. A customer? But she's not the store owner. Should she let-

"Sarah? Are you here? It's Portia- milady said that the other magician had you here last night-" a wave of relief made her eyes almost roll at Portia's little voice coming from behind the door. Briskly jogging over to pull it open, seemingly to the curvy woman's only brief surprise. "So you are here, I owe that new guy some money." She sweetly sings with a bright look to her rosy face. Portia was a lovely little hard worker, around Sarah's height but with just an absolute mountain of messy constantly curly hair tied back behind her head. If she didn't know her and Julian were siblings she probably could've guessed based on their hair alone. "We need to talk…"

"God, don't remind me. Julian was saying that all day yesterday." She cringed, stepping aside to let them in. Her words seemingly slipping Portia's mind as her little eyes got temporarily distracted by the sights inside.

"Wow, this is what the shop looks like? He wasn't lying huh, it really is a place for magical doo-hickeys." Her hands brushed along a crystal ball before she shook her head quickly and moved onto a long cabinet of herbs.

"...You said we needed to talk?"

"Oh! Sorry, Sarah. You're right." She swallows, placing a hand at her hip and cocking her head. "Milady wanted me to come check up on you. Um, see how you were doing on the investigation. You know with Ily- ...Julian." her cheery demeanour seems to diminish. Melting at the heavy weight of her love for her brother and her duty to Countess Nadia.

Sarah felt a sting of guilt and pity. This poor girl has Julian of all people as a brother. Being hunted down must be rough on her just as much as him. "Do you want me to catch him?" She asks gently, watching Portia's expression widen after being caught off guard.

"Me? Why would that matter?"

"He's your brother. And if Nadia catches him she'll…" The words struggle to come out. The both of them feeling sickly at what they already know is coming. "...He'll be hanged. Portia, are you really ok with that?"

"I-.... No. Are you?" She asks back innocently. As of trying to gauge Sarah's affinity toward her brother and her job. 

But the answer was clear even to a blind man. Her brows pinching and turning up in mild worry. "No." 

The previous unease in Portia's shoulders evaporates along with a long low breath. Like the concern never existed, a bright smile pierces her freckled cheeks. "Great! So we're partners then." She winks mischievously. Putting a smile back on Sarah's face too.

"Partners?" She echoes back as Portia's hair flops to one side over her shoulder 

"Well, we both want the same thing. Right? You don't want my brother to die. I don't want my brother to die." Hmm. That is certainly a way of putting it. Though Portia quickly rolls her eyes and looks fed up. "Now we just have to make sure my brother doesn't want my brother to die."

"We need to get him out of the city." The little Devorak starts, placing both hands comfortably in front of her in a streamlined way. "As long as he's in Vesuvia, he's in danger." And as much as the plan sounded good something gnawed irritably at Sarah's ankles.

"Is he really going to let us help?" She asked uncertainty, watching Portia pout enough to give her an answer without words. If last night was any clue, Julian wasn't easy to just 'help' without getting some fussy kickback.

"Sounds like you're talking from experience." She griped, watching Sarah's chest heave in a long sigh. 

"I am… last night-"

"Last night?" Portia quickly interjects, shushing her own surprise with pursed lips. It seems both siblings have a knack for trying to carry the conversation. It made Sarah smile a little despite the topic's contents.

"Yes. He… kept distancing himself. Trying to get me to go away, saying he needed to do things alone…"

Portia nodded firmly, rolling her eyes and flipping a small curl of fiery hair out of her face. "That sounds like Ilya, alright. Let me guess, he said it was to keep you safe?" Was he like this to everyone? Both his sister and the mysterious wizard, Asra, seemed to already know what would have transpired during last night's outing. It only made her more irritated that she fell for it and didn't fight harder. 

A soft look of recognition passes Portia's blue eyes. "He used to do that to me all the time when we were younger. Never let me handle anything… Always shouldering someone else's burdens, while lamenting how heavy the load is." A short pause let Sarah giggle at Portia's dramatic body language when pretending to be 'faint' from dragging the world's problems around. "I mean, it's nice to hear he's still my same brother. And now that I'm older, maybe I can finally help carry that weight. Ilya needs people he can rely on…" 

A spark intertwined between the two as they locked eyes. Some form of eager anticipation almost palpable in the fabric-scented air as Sarah pulled up the key to the shop and Portia grinned firmly. "He might need you. So let's go find him."

"Do you know where he went?" The obvious tone of both quiet challenge and mild intrigue made Portia head for the door. Already knowing that seeking out this Magician was a very good idea… for everyone's sake. 

"I think I might know where he is. Follow me."

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A heavy scent of booze and old wood filled Sarah's lungs as the tavern door swung open with little resistance. Inside was well lit with candles that hung in old bird cages from greying ropes. Several very plain and very old looking metal tankards clapped against grainy wooden tables. The atmosphere seemingly inviting them in, a little prepared for trouble.

Low-grumbling murmurs and hushed conversations made the air feel alive. A big, almost stereotypically, burly man behind the bar stood cleaning his mugs. Only stopping for a moment to nod their way before going back to his work. Oh yeah. This is absolutely the place.

Portia also seemed sure Julian would be hiding out here. A firm and unshakable look of certainty to her blue eyes. "Trust me. I know my brother. He'd definitely hang at a place called The Rowdy Raven."  Her round elbow jabs playfully into Sarah's side, which she returns with a small nudge while their eyes scan the room in opposing directions. A semi-hidden spark of auburn forcing Sarah to double-take in it's seat. Sighing as she puts a hand on Portia's shoulder to get her attention.

Julian. Slumped drearily over a table with his face obscured by a thick tangle of indescribably frazzled hair. A tall glass mug in one hand and several more littering the table. All but the one he's loosely holding onto are empty. "Oh boy." Grumbles Portia from behind Sarah's arm. "There he is. Listen, when he gets like this, what he really needs is a good boot to the ass. You want to deliver it or should I?"

"A boot to the ass." Sarah repeats, with an almost cute scrunched up expression. As if she was trying her damnedest to look angry. Oh boy did she have the boot, she just had to stop feeling sorry for him first. He did this to himself and now they were going to drag his sorry boney butt out of it! 

"Alright, you're up then." With a final pat to the back Portia let Sarah approach first. Clearing her throat as loudly as she could manage while crossing her arms to look bigger.

"Julian."

The semi-wasted man seems to jump a tad at the sound of his name being addressed so clearly. Almost dropping the slightly swaying cup in his hand while hauling his forehead away from the table. Looking up with an obviously not quite focused eye. Dazed for a moment before it shot wide open. "Sarah!" His speech was a little fumbled. But then again…. When wasn't it? "You uhhh- you're here. In the Raven. In front of me." There was a note of unprepared disbelief before he could straighten a little more. The collar of his white flowing shirt crooked on one side. "What, uh. What are you doing here?"

"What are YOU doing here. It's the middle of the day!" Portia barks from behind her now taking point to Sarah's right.

"It's never too early for a glass of Salty Bitters. Bartholomew makes a grand one. Barth! Hey, Barth!" Julian yells over the barely talking crowd, making Sarah's cheeks go red with embarrassment. "Two more bitters, would you?"

"Julian!" She whines, quickly re-centring his attention on her. "This is stupid, you're liable to be caught, acting like this."

He sneers cockily, only making her frown. "Caught? Me, caught?" Though within a matter of seconds it dissolves. Leaving only a sad mope. "Mmmm. Good. I deserve it." Just as fast as his mood changed before, it swiftly changed again. Clearly influenced heavily by the bitters. Throwing his arms out in a dramatic fashion. Backhanding a chair on accident that wobbles precariously before settling back down. "You must be relieved. Even if you weren't last night, well. Just look at me now, hmm? I'm all…. I'm all washed up. You'd better get out of here, before I drag you both down too."

Armed with the hindsight of last time, and both Portia and Asra's unsurprised reaction to the story, Sarah feels her crossed arms tighten. Not this time you sad sack of fermented leech juice, she's not going anywhere. Sarah wasn't about to walk out on him drowning himself in drink and dramatic sorrows while he gets arrested. "No."

"I- er, what?" He spluttered, having almost put the mug back in his mouth to drink. Staring at her in disbelief.

"We aren't leaving." She reiterated firmly, glancing over to Portia who gave a small hidden thumbs up to relieve her tension.

Julian looked positively stunned. Sitting in confused silence for a while before groaning and flopping his head noisily back down onto the table. Pressing his cheek into the wood grooves while his eye closed. His voice now partially muffled and very quiet. A reluctant retry at the same shtick. "I don't want either of you two tangled up in this mess. I can't be the reason you get hurt."

"Oh drop it already." Sarah lowered her crossed arms, knocking Portia's shoulder as a signal to chime in. 

"We get to decide that, Ilya, not you! Stop trying to push us away."

"I-" His cheeks flushed red beneath the mop of hair where his face was. Lifting back up to look at them both in a dry-mouthed stupor. "Well, you both came all this way…" turning the charming less serious act back on with a mild smile. "Why don't you pull up a seat? Take a load off. Have a Salty Bitters. They're disgusting……….  I've had five."

His admission of guilty drinking was almost funny. Given any other situation, Sarah would have likely found that statement hilarious and joined him. This, however, was not the time to sit and wait. "Well… we have two options. We can either spend all day here, crying into our drinks-" She gestures down at his mug with her head, raising her brows a little despite the half-lidded glare underneath them. A quiet 'you should they're delicious-' mumbling from Julian as she continued. "Or we can find out the truth, and discover what really happened."

Before any answer could be made Portia jumped in with her own. "Or, third option, we get Julian out of town and figure the rest out later!" She squeaked in mild distress. Obviously not trusting either of them to keep Julian out of trouble enough to make sure he's not caught.

He sighs, running a glove up through his mess of hair. "I can't just run away, Pasha. I tried it before, didn't turn out so well. It's time to face the music.  

Looking exasperated, Portia rolls up her sleeves. "Fine, fine. So, if you didn't kill the count. Someone else must have, right?"

Julian's already red face seems to only get redder before he settles down. Trying to think through the hazy fog of one too many Salty Bitters. "I'm, I… didn't actually think about that. Either I did, or there's another killer on the loose." His charmed smile comes back after a moment. Considering the two little dumpling women in front of him with a silent hum. "Which is…. Bad. It's bad, if there's another murderer out there who isn't me." Catching his slowly rising concern with a side of sarcasm. "Though let's, uh. Let's be clear here. All signs point to me."

"If you mean signs as in; the fact you confessed, then yes. But other than that…. There …. Isn't really much evidence at all when you think about it." Sarah's hands lower from their crossed guard, landing squarely at her hips. The candle lanterns above, and quiet Rowdy Raven style music coming from a small band in the corner, threatening to unravel her seriousness with it's bubbly attitude. 

Portia jumping back in as she leans over the table. "We still don't know that, Ilya! Shouldn't we find out for sure?"

He sits in relative silence for a moment. Eyeing the two troublesome pains in his ass. "I suppose we should. But …" finally the tenderness in his shoulders. A sparkle of victory lighting up his verbal assailants eyes. "...I don't think I can do this on my own."

Yes! Finally! If only she'd tried this last night.  Though, Portia was a huge help too in getting him to back down. Both of their satisfied blue eyes met for a minute before they were grinning from ear to ear. "It's a good thing you don't have to, then! We can all figure it out together." Sarah's voice was restrained from being a shout, but she was clearly very excited. 

Portia interrupts once more, a hand to her lips in thought. "So, if we can't get Julian out of the city yet, what's the next step?" She asked with a little shrug. The loose shirt she wore slipping off of one of her shoulders.

Oh. Yeah. The plan was to get him out of town. They'd discussed it on the way here… but it seems that plan has quickly changed course. Sarah mulled over their options in silence, running through a few scenarios before nodding firmly. Julian's life and freedom was now hanging from a rope, like before, only now there were steps underneath to get him out safely. But how to reach them… what would be the first action to take in proving his innocence. A frustration settled in the pit of her stomach, realising that every which way this happened they would need both Julian's lost memories as well as him being in the palace. A place not easy to get into if you're well known for murdering the count.

With a reluctant wave of her dainty hand Sarah curled the nearby lantern smoke into a quick visualisation of the palace. Much to Portia's poorly hidden delight at the sight of magic but underlying worry on realising where it was. "We should start at the scene of the crime." She roughly pointed to the palace's smoky form. Her ocean eyes narrowing on where she knew Lucio's wing to be. "It might help jog Julian's memory."

Julian opened his mouth ready to point out the glaring flaw in that plan but Portia beat him to it. "It won't be a problem for us, but how will Ilya get into the palace undetected?" She whines, thinking Sarah hadn't planned that far ahead yet. "If someone sees him it's all over."

Admittedly the how of this goal was still slipping her mind. She tried to look reassuring while searching the wood train a in the table for clues before a little candle lit up in her head. If they saw Julian he's as good as toast. But what if…. They didn't see him specifically? What if he… didn't look like himself. Her brow creased with uncertainty. It was a risky spell to perform but she knew she could do it. She had used the spell a few times before… but couldn't quite remember when. "I know some magic…. That might help with that." She squinted, mulling it over before feeling a front confidence pickle at her sides. "A spell to disguise him, make it so that we can walk in without him being recognised."

"What, you mean I'd become another person?" Julian's hair bobbed with his dramatic head movement. Looking up at Sarah and finally letting go of his mug of leftover bitters. "But who would I become?" The question was a dreaded one. She needed someone relatively unknown but in her memory strong enough to look right. Not only that, but they needed to have a logical reason to be travelling with Portia and herself.

A single person came to mind. As much as she didn't want to betray the kind strangers trust so soon after meeting them it's the only conclusion that made sense after several mental retakes. She bites her lip uncomfortably, looking discreetly at Julian's sleeve while debating whether she should tell him who she had in mind. They seemed to know each other, he had guessed Julian's entire talk with her last night… "I can only think of one person but… let's change you outside. Out of sight." Sarah cringed, already feeling her fingertips tingle.

Moving the off-kilter doctor proved to be a hassle as he tried quite valiantly to stay upright. Swaying this way and that, occasionally tripping over his own long boots as they all went outside. The crisp air was clean and cold compared to in the Rowdy Raven but it was a very welcome breath of fresh air. The sky was nice and blue now that it had hit midday. The tumbling trio scuttled away to a damp corner. Dark and out of sight, exactly as they had been looking for.

Sarah felt her nerves knot and twist as the disguise spell came to mind. Taking a deep breath to centre herself and closing her eyes. She just needed to see him… the cloud like fluffy white hair. His shining purple gaze. The ever so slight golden tint to his skin. She could almost smell the shop again, hanging from his shawl. Not wanting the vision to fade she quickly fumbled into her pocket for a handful of indescribable powder. Grey and unassuming. Before blowing it directly at Julian.

The powder shifted in the before shimmering like glitter and fading. Settling onto his scrunched up face as he avoided inhaling for a second. It…. Worked. He didn't look like himself any more. No blood red hair, no silver moon eye…

Portia seemed staggered by the sudden change for a second, staring with vague familiarity. "Ohh, who's that? He's handsome!" She gasps, watching her tall brother twist and turn to try to see himself. Though it seemed to him nothing looked different. Only to them… "What, what? What do I look like?" After fruitlessly trying to spot the change he scuttled deer-legged over to a nearby puddle. Dropping to his knees and peering in with wide eyes. "Oh my god." He stares, stiff, at the image reflected back at him. Asra. Looking exactly as Sarah had seen him this morning. "I'm definitely too drunk for this."

Sarah had to hold her face on seeing his wide and very unwittingly dumb grin on Asra's pretty face. Only managing one surprised snort before shutting herself up to prevent giggles.