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depressedmonster99 · 8 months ago
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Close the door on Israel🚪👋
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chamomiletealeaf · 11 months ago
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Having a mini birthday party with three of my friends and they’re all an hour late so far with no explanation lol.
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onboardsorasora · 6 months ago
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mysunshine-youremoonlight · 5 months ago
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orchid viridian and lilac hehee
yippee im getting studied !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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bright-and-burning · 6 months ago
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tangerine basil mindaro breeze seafoam lilac
i would run into the woods w u any day of the week. we could be very strange fairies. omg we would actually kind of be like perfect counterparts like total opposites visually… the leaf fashion would go so hard. and everything else u r too kind… the shookethness i felt when u followed me like omg… the french sicko disease hits so different
which mutual am i?
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ladamedemartel · 2 months ago
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Seafoam.
Technically lilac could be applicable but Tristan banned the theme. Dinosaurs belong to Aurora this year.
which mutual am i? ask game
<3<3<3<3<3
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mysterypigeon · 5 months ago
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viridian basil lilac. scheduling doesnt exist in the woods right
no it does not!!! the moon will tell you when it's time
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cheekymonkeysae · 6 months ago
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Dinosaur Theme Party Decoration in UAE by Cheeky Monkeys
Transform your party into a Jurassic adventure with Cheeky Monkeys' Dinosaur Theme Party Decoration in UAE. From roaring table settings to prehistoric backdrops, we've got everything you need to make your event unforgettable.
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yappacadaver · 2 months ago
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Ooh sketchy you are so seafoam viridian lilac to me 🫶
which mutual am i? ask game
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bookmyballoons · 1 year ago
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https://www.bookmyballoons.in/dinosaur-theme-birthday-decoration/
Jurassic Joy Dinosaur Birthday Decorations in Bangalore | Book My Balloons
Embark on a prehistoric adventure with Book My Balloons' Dinosaur theme birthday decoration in Bangalore. Roar with joy as our expert team brings the Jurassic era alive!
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stenoodie · 1 year ago
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Week 157 motherhood - 3 years old!, 9 months old, first time hosting a birthday party, trip to the fire station, waving
Week 157 motherhood - 3 years old!, 9 months old, first time hosting a birthday party, trip to the fire station, waving. #wellnesschecksatthesametime #dinothemedparty #luckyfirestationvisitforus
Dinosaur loot bags for the kids (you can also peep the cookie bags in the box for the adults, the “happy birthday” cake banner on the bottom as well as one of the clues, “fern”,  for the scavenger hunt which was ripped off by one of the kids) Week 157 motherhood journey with 3-year-old and 9-month-old:  Continue reading Untitled
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miley1442111 · 7 months ago
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fix it-a.hotchner
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a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)
please don't read if you have emetophobia!!!!
summary: aaron says some horrible things, can he fix it?
pairing: husband! aaron hotchner x wife! reader
warnings: mad angst, aaron is so mean, reader believes she is a bad mother, heartbreak, feelings of disappointment, jack is so sweet, reader is pregnant, talks of pregnancy, talks of vomiting and morning sickness, no happy ending :(
part 2- fix it together
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It was all coming down to this. It was Jack’s birthday and as his step-mom, you had been party planning all week. He was having a dinosaur themed birthday with a bounce house and watching a movie in the backyard, like a little drive in movie. You were excited for him. Aaron hadn’t really been around much that week, he was busy dealing with some legal battle the FBI was up against, meaning the rest of the team, including yourself, had the week off. It was Friday night, Jack’s actual birthday and he was asleep in bed as you waited for Aaron to get home. You were reading a book Spencer had recommended you as you nursed a cup of tea, getting sleepier by the second. 
The front door opened and there Aaron stood, briefcase in hand, handsome as ever. You smiled and got up from your spot on the couch, ready to greet him. He smiled softly as you hugged him, running a hand through his hair. “How did it go?” you asked, your voice just above a whisper.
“Oh it was fine, nothing too jarring. How was the week?” He asked, walking further into the house. 
“Fine. Nothing to report. Jack’s asleep but-”
“Did you do something for his birthday?” He asked, cutting you off. 
“Yeah, of course. I picked him up from school early and we went for lunch and to a film. He really enjoyed himself,” you smiled and he sighed. “Is everything ok?”
“Yeah, fine,” Passive aggressive. Aaron was being passive aggressive.
“Aaron,” You said, worry coating your words. “Is everything ok?”
“Yes! Everything is just fine,” He sighed again, sitting on the couch. “Just one thing though- you didn’t think to offer him to see his mom?” He asked, malice behind every word. The accusation cut you deeply. Of course you’d asked, but he’d said no. He said ‘I don’t want to go without dad’ because of course he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to go to his moms grave without his dad, and not on his birthday either. You stood there, stunned at his words. He continued. “Y’know, you promised me this wouldn’t be an issue, so tell me now, is this an issue Y/N? I need to know because we can still get an annulment.” 
You gasped at his words. “Aaron stop-”
“No, you stop. You are not his mother. She is. She still is, even if she’s gone. You’ll never be his mother. You’re doing a good job of parenting but nothing compares to Haley. Thank god you’re not his actual mother.”
That was venomous. He was going straight for every insecurity you had around your relationship with Jack and throwing it in your face. He was hurting you. 
The silence was heavy. Aaron finally looked at your face and saw the disgust written all over it. The worst part was the fact that he knew it wasn't disgust at his actions, it was disgust directed at yourself and your parenting. You loved and adored Jack, he knew that. He knew, though he’d never admit it, that Jack liked you more than him, or maybe it was just his insecurity speaking, he wasn’t sure. He knew you gave everything of yourself to the both of them. And he knew he’d just done irreversible damage. 
“I offered,” you muttered, your eyes trained on the floor as you wrapped your arms around your chest, pleading with yourself to not cry. You felt silly, standing there, in his hoodie, his home, and seeing his child as your own. “He said he wanted to wait for you. I said we’d go on Sunday.” 
Aaron’s stomach dropped at the tone of your voice and the words being spoken. He was making you cry. He was hurting you. And all you’d ever been to him was perfectly kind. You’d always been so supportive, so loving, and so caring. As he came in he saw a love note on the fridge, he’d seen one of his favourite chocolate bars on the counter with a note beside it, a little wrapped gift beside it too. There were multiple reminders on the fridge for yourself, ones telling you to pick up things for the party, pick up Jack’s big birthday gift (a new bike), and call Jessica. You cared so much about the both of them, and he’d just said some of the worst things he could’ve, just because he was stressed.
Imagine how stressed you were, planning an entire party on your own while simultaneously working through hours and hours of paperwork (courtesy of your job, you were still working from home even if you weren't technically working), and parenting all week, all alone. 
“There’s dinner in the fridge, I-I’m going to go to bed,” you mumbled, walking about and leaving him alone with his thoughts. He heard your footsteps retract, walking up the stairs and in the opposite direction of your shared bedroom. Shit. You were sleeping in the guest room. 
He got up, irritation and shame barely allowing him to get to the kitchen to eat the meal you’d made him. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he have just listened to you? 
He sat alone eating, his eyes drifting to the gift on the counter the entire time. I don’t deserve it. He thought, but caved once he finished his food and cleaned up. He pulled the small bow off and unwrapped the colourful paper to reveal a positive pregnancy test. His heart broke again. Inside beside it was a note, in your beautiful handwriting. 
To my dearest Aaron, 
I wanted to tell you the second I found out but I also didn’t want you to come home too early when you were still needed in Washington. We’re pregnant! I’m so excited and nervous and happy and scared all at the same time. I didn’t want to upstage Jack’s birthday but I obviously needed to tell you :) 
I love you so much and I can’t wait for this next chapter! No more guest bedroom I guess :) 
P.s I’m almost sure Jack knows, I’ve been having horrible morning sickness :( but at least this fulfils his christmas wish last year, remember ? 
Anyways, I love you so much and I’m so excited. 
Your love, Y/N
Xxxx 
He felt sick to his stomach. You were pregnant. He’d just been evilly cruel to you and you were pregnant. He’d said some of the most vile things on planet earth to you, he essentially called you a bad mother. And you were pregnant. He hadn’t even realised he was crying until he saw the splotches on the paper, ruining one of the cute doodles you’d done. He immediately put it down, not wanting to damage it further. 
He took a deep breath, then went into his study and allowed himself to cry. He’d been mean. He’d hurt you in the one way he promised he wouldn’t, all because he was overwhelmed. All because he was stressed. 
“Dad?” He heard Jack’s voice and straightened. He wiped his face. “Why are you upset?” Jack walked into his office, pyjamas and a teddy in hand. 
“I did something mean to mom,” he admitted. “And I hurt her by accident,” he wasn’t sure if it was by accident. He was sure some deep part of him just wanted to self-sabotage himself. “And I feel bad about it.”
“It’ll be ok. Mom’s been sick this week, maybe you have the same tummy ache and it’s making you mad?” He suggested and Aaron let out a pathetic chuckle. 
“Maybe bud, maybe,” he agreed. “How about we get you back to bed, huh?” 
“Can I say goodnight to mom again?” He asked and Aaron’s heart broke again. He lifted him up and nodded, walking them down the hall. “You go into her and I’ll get your bed ready, yeah?” 
“OK dad!” Jack exclaimed as he was let down to the ground, and went running off to your shared bedroom. Aaron shook his head. 
“She’s in the other bedroom,” he pushed down another wave of tears at Jack’s confused face. 
“Why?” He asked, confused. 
“I was really mean,” Aaron sniffled. “Say goodnight from me too?”
“Ok dad,” Jack said, walking into the guest room. 
Aaron heard your voice, wishing Jack good dreams. You’d been crying. 
He was the worst person in the world. 
Jack came into his bedroom a few minutes later. “Mom’s still sick, she said goodnight and to tell you that she loves you.”
Aaron almost started crying again. You were so caring. You always put him above yourself. “Thanks buddy.” 
Aaron tucked him in and closed his door over, wishing him a good night. The tears came shortly after. He tried to sleep in your shared bed, but it wasn’t right. You weren’t there. 
Sleep evaded him that night. 
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The next morning, the morning sickness hit you like a truck. You had your head in the toilet for an hour, at least. You didn’t come out of the guest room until about 9am. You could hear the usual sounds of Jack and Aaron playing outside, probably soccer. You walked downstairs and got yourself a glass of water, the only thing you could actually stomach at the minute. You looked out the window that led to your garden and smiled when you saw your boys playing, then the nagging voice that you thought you’d gotten rid of all but screamed in your ear You’re such a terrible parent. Aaron’s just been trying to conserve your feelings this entire time. Jack probably hates you. You shouldn’t be having another child. 
You looked away. Focus on the party. You told yourself. Get through today.
You had a long list of things that needed doing before the party at 3. You had to pick up balloons, pick up the cake, pick up Jessica and her kids, pick up Sean from the airport (as a surprise for Aaron and Jack), and set everything up. You left a small note on the table explaining where you were, and left. You ran all your errands, leaving picking up Jessica, the kids, and Sean till last. When you walked back in, the house was set up and Jack was immediately excitedly by Jessica, his cousins, and Sean which gave you a moment to slip away from Aaron.
Soon enough, the party started and you were bombarded with around forty children and a party to have. You felt Aaron's eyes on you constantly, checking in on you or just watching you. Once the outdoor film started, Penelope, Emily, Jj, and Spencer came over to ask what was wrong with you and Aaron, saying it was strange to not see you all over each other. You told them about the fight (not the pregnancy) and they were shocked at his behaviour. How could he be so mean? How could he treat you like that?
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Aaron had been trying to talk to you for hours. Whenever he tried, a kid or one of the team would stop him with a dumb question, or needing help. You had Emily, Penelope, Jj, and Spencer crowding you the entire night, sending him the dirtiest of looks. That’s how he ended up at the end of the garden with David and Derek, who were both giving him a lecture about how what he’d done was wrong. 
“You can't say anyone is a bad parent!” Derek stressed. “That’s a very clear no-go!”
“I’m aware,” Aaron said, his lips tight in a frown. “I know what I did was wrong.”
“Then why aren’t you apologising?!” Derek exclaimed, loud enough that a few kids turned around to shush him. 
“Because,” Aaron sighed. “Those four haven’t left her side in hours.” 
As the movie came to a close and the children left, you were left with just the team and family. 
You all sat down to dinner, chinese takeout- Jack’s favourite. There was laughter and true joy, especially at David’s insistence that he could make the meal much better than Jack's favourite take-out, considering he was a ‘chef’. 
You all sat down to watch Jack open his gifts, individually thanking each person who gave him something. He was especially taken by the gift Spencer got him, a book on dinosaurs, and he adored the bike. You’d gotten one that you'd made look similar to Sean’s motorbike, Jack was always obsessed with Sean's motorbike. You’d even drawn on specific details that made it even more unique. Everyone eventually trailed out and it was just you, Jack, Sean, and Aaron. Jack asked Sean to read his bedtime story. That meant you and Aaron were left to clean up together. You got up to start picking up plates but Aaron stopped you. 
“Can I?” He offered and you nodded, sitting on the couch. You hadn’t eaten at dinner, all food just meant more vomiting in the morning and you were not up for that. “Can we talk?” He asked. 
“About what?” You sighed, looking over at him. “I think we’ve both said enough.”
“I’m so sorry about last night,” he sighed, coming over to you and sitting beside you. “I was awful. I was disgustingly mean just because I was overwhelmed. You’re an amazing mother to Jack, while you’re not his biological mother, you love him as such and he loves you. You’re a great parent. I was just being reactive and mean. I was so cruel and I'm sorry. I don’t want an annulment. I want to be with you forever. I know that it isn’t a problem. I know how much you love Jack and me,” he chuckled humorlessly. “I know how little I deserve it.”
You took his hand. “What you said… it was probably my worst nightmare,” you chuckled flatly. “And what you said was pretty damaging, Aaron. I just… it completely restarted the voice in my head that says I’m a terrible parent. It made me scared to think about what’s going to happen when we have our baby. I was already terrified about being pregnant, and this was just…” you trailed off as Aaron’s heart broke. Your voice was raw with emotion. You were so hurt. 
“I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that you are the best mother our children could ever have,” he promised and you smiled, but it lacked the regular spark your smiles usually contained. 
“The best mother Jack could have is Haley. We both know that.”
Fuck. Now you were comparing yourself to Haley again. Aaron had quite literally set you back about 4 years in your confidence as Jack’s mother. “Honey-”
“I know it sounds bad, but we both know it’s true. I’m good, but as you said, I’m nothing compared to Haley. Which is fine Aaron. I understand my place.”
His heart broke for what felt like the millionth time. He’d hurt you so badly. “Honey please, I was stressed and overwhelmed and I took it out on you. I meant nothing I said. You’re the best mother to Jack and our unborn child. You are the love of my life-”
“I’m the second love of your life,” you smiled sadly at him. “I’m going to bed, goodnight Aaron.” 
You walked up the stairs with a heavy heart. No matter what he said, you’ll always remember the look on his face when he told you that you weren’t enough, that you weren't Haley.
You fell asleep on your side of the bed, since you couldn’t exactly sleep in the guest room when Sean was in there. 
Aaron leaned against the counter as he washed dishes, thinking about how he could fix this. 
Could he even fix this?
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thebibliosphere · 6 months ago
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Made it to my niece’s birthday party.
I was very much not at my best--the three-hour thunderstorm that rolled in right as we arrived did not help. Felt like my skull was about to split open. But it was nice to see her face when she saw us, and her expression when she saw the dinosaur-themed cupcakes I’d made was worth it.
The whipped strawberry cream I used for frosting went down well with everyone. I’ll have to remember that one.
Anyway. I now have a “normal” headache from doing too much so I’m going to bed.
Thanks for all the messages y’all sent about alternatives to triptans while I was out--especially thank you to people who went out of their way to find info on how they might affect mast cell disorders and provided me with links to share with my neurologist.
It was really kind and thoughtful of you to do that extra work for me and I really appreciate it (might have cried a little). Anyway.
Good night. I’m going to go cuddle the Mop.
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hannieehaee · 6 months ago
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Hehe hi luna! 🥺🫶 may i request birthday sex w chan except its his fake childrens day birthday and he finds it hilarious that you're taking it so seriously when actually you just want an excuse to spoil him for (another) day? 💕💕
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content: birthday!chan, established relationship implied, lots of banter, (it's not actually his birthday!!) afab reader, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, etc.
wc: 1538
a/n: im convinced this would actually happen in real life lol
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"god, you too?", chan laughed incredulously as soon as he stepped foot into your shared apartment, surprised at the sight but not really.
he should've known that the joke would make its way to you eventually.
"what? can't celebrate my boyfriend's birthday?", you pouted mockingly as you held out the small birthday cake out to him.
behind you stood a few birthday decorations you'd bought behind chan's back a few days back – dinosaur themed, of course.
looking at all the decorations clearly marketed towards children, chan chuckled again, walking up to you and staring you down as he attempted not to smile. unfortunately, the situation was too ridiculous for him to put his acting skills to use.
"you're the bane of my existence," he said once he was in front of you as you lifted up the cake in a silent gesture for him to blow out the singular candle.
"make a wish?", you ignored him.
sighing, he leaned down to follow your instruction, closing his eyes and taking a second to hum as he thought of a wish. blowing out the candle, he then straightened his back and gave you a forced smile (which barely hid the very real smile on his lips).
"happy?"
"very," you grinned, "what was your wish?", you asked as you put the cake down on the table nearby, now heading to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
instinctively, his hands glued themselves around your waist, pulling you in close, "for my girlfriend to stop bullying me."
"dude, that was a trick question! you're not supposed to tell me. everyone knows that. now your wish won't come true!", you gaped at him, mocking him with every word.
groaning, he buried his face in your neck, defiantly giving the empty skin of your shoulder a tiny bite.
you yelped, complaining at the sudden attack, "ah! i prepare you a birthday party and this is how you repay me?"
"what good do i get out of your mockery, baby?"
nudging him away from your shoulder, you gave him a suggestive look, "well, you know what comes with every birthday, right?"
"hmm", he pondered, "what might that be?"
you leaned up close, lips by his ear, "birthday sex?"
"oh ...", he breathed out, hands tightening on your waist, "is that so?"
with a bite to your lip, you nodded, separating yourself from him and walking yourself back to your bedroom, eyes glued to his own, "wanna come unwrap your present?", you asked before turning around and charging into the room.
nodding, he followed after you, catching up to you as he held you in his arms, practically tackling you. the act was followed by a heavy kiss as his hands wrapped around you once more, feeling you up through your clothes. your hands were equally needy as they ran through his hair, softly pulling in the way you knew he liked.
"you bully me a lot for someone who wants me this badly," he bantered into your lips.
"'bully'? is that how you thank your girlfriend for caring about your birthday?", you just were not letting go of the joke.
despite how silly the whole situation was, chan couldn't find it in himself to feel any type of real frustration. your dedication made him too fond (and surprisingly, a little horny), causing him to simply chuckle against your lips while his hands attempted to rid you of your clothes.
your newfound almost-nudity proved to be a bigger challenge than dealing with your teasing, as you now stood in front of chan with one of the prettiest sets of lingerie he'd ever seen.
"like your gift, baby?" you grinned at him, disconnecting from him and walking yourself back to the bed, sitting down as you presented your body to him.
any thoughts of a stupid birthday joke left his mind as he zeroed in on your body, breath now heavy at the sight.
"yeah," he went along with it, "best birthday gift ever," his words did not meet his eyes, as they showed lust that could not be portrayed through speech.
he threw off his clothing as he made his way to you, stumbling as he removed his shoes but determined nonetheless. finally reaching you, he pushed you back on the bed, crawling over you as his hands got their fill of your body.
"do i get to fuck you, baby? or are you gonna do it since it's my day?", he murmured into your neck, drinking in any pretty sigh you let out at his kisses.
"the birthday boy gets to decide," you breathed when his lips made their way to your tits, suckling at your nipples through the thin bralette you were wearing.
"mind if i rip my present, pretty?" his hands were itching to get you as naked as he was.
"you didn't like it?", you pouted mockingly, knowing that was absolutely not the case.
"i'll fuck you with it on, i don't care," he was serious too.
opting to hastily remove it instead, he went to reach for a condom from the bedside table, only to be halted by you.
"doesn't the birthday boy want to fuck me raw?", you looked up at him expectantly.
huh?
"baby?", he gulped.
"happy birthday?", you smiled at him, pulling him down for another kiss.
he practically growled against your lips, "happy birthday to me," he sighed before beginning to sloppily align himself to your cunt, refusing to disconnect your lips.
a groan vibrated into your open mouth when he finally entered you, breathing out praise as you sucked at his tongue.
he grew desperate quite quickly, falling in love with the feeling of your bare cunt within seconds. chan was sure this was the most unfiltered pleasure he had ever felt. your walls were too warm for him to process, making him entirely too lightheaded to even comprehend how good he was feeling.
the thought of your first time giving it to him raw being part of a lamely orchestrated joke crossed his mind for a mere second, but it didnt distract him from pounding into you with every ounce of desire imbedded in his body. he couldnt comprehend how good you were to him – how pretty and funny and perfect and just tailored to him you were.
making up an entire ruse of his fake birthday just to mess with him, luring him back into your room and then presenting your bare cunt to him ... yeah, he needed to marry you asap.
rocking his hips into your own, his hands held onto the back of your thighs for dear life, holding them up to get the optimal angle that allowed him to hit that spongy spot inside of you that he knew drove you crazy. the pretty whines of his name were just another reason as to why chan felt the sudden need to head to the nearest jewelry store and ransack them of the largest ring they had to offer.
"feel so fucking good ... fuck, i- pretty cunt keeps sucking me in," he moaned out into your lips.
the kiss wasn't even a kiss anymore. it was a disgusting mess of tongues sucking at each other while teeth clanked every once in a while. but it was a nastiness that chan lived for.
"channie ... fuck, need you to cum. need my pretty birthday boy to cum," you murmured as he sucked at your tongue, making it all the harder for you to let out a single sentence.
you knew his body too well. it was far too easy for you to spot his orgasm coming. luckily for him, he knew you even better, aware that yours was likely around the corner.
not wanting to risk cumming before you (which was very likely considering the gorgeous cunt warming up his cock at the moment), his hand slipped between you to flick at your clit, swallowing every pretty moan breathed out against his lips.
"where? where can i cum, pretty? hmm? need- need you to tell me where," he knew he was being obvious about his unspoken desire to cum in you, but he wanted a full-pledged confirmation that you wanted him to finish inside you – that and also a depraved need to hear you beg to be filled up.
"inside, channie ... you know- you know i want it inside. need you to fill me up," you whined, nails scratching at his back.
"gonna film you up ..." he promised, "gonna have you dripping for me, okay?"
only moments later and he found himself emptying all of him inside you as he gasped into your mouth, only to begin crying out against you when your cunt suddenly tightened with your own orgasm.
humping against you, he lost himself in the pleasure while his orgasm subsided along with yours. pretty sighs of his name filled his ears, making him murmur praise against your own.
finally falling limp against you, he lazily flipped you over so half your body would lay atop his own whilst he ran his hands softly up and down your back.
"did you like your birthday present?" you asked. he could feel your dumb smile against his chest.
chuckling, he gave up, "fucking love my birthday."
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dorabellingham · 1 month ago
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Birthday boys
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characters: jude x mom!reader
summary: when Jude and your baby boy are having a birthday
may contain spelling and translation errors!
The sun had just begun to light up Birmingham when little Benjamin jumped out of bed, his eyes wide with excitement. He already knew that today was a special day —it wasn’t just his birthday, but daddy’s too! He could barely contain his excitement as he prepared to celebrate the big day.
You were already used to Benji’s morning enthusiasm, but today he seemed to be on a whole new level. Even before seven in the morning, the little boy was already in his parents’ room, shaking up the house.
—Daddy, mommy, wake up!
The baby said, jumping on the bed next to you.
Jude, with a sleepy smile, slowly opened his eyes and pulled his son closer, wrapping him in a hug.
—Hey, birthday boy! Good morning! —He said, his voice hoarse with sleep.— How old are you today, huh?
—Two!
Little Bellingham exclaimed, raising two little fingers proudly in the air.
You laughed as you stroked your son's soft curls.
—And how old is daddy today, Ben?
Benji frowned, trying to remember, before speaking excitedly:
—Twenty-one!
—That's right! —Jude replied with a laugh, feigning surprise. —You have a good memory, baby.
The truth was that this day had not been a coincidence. Jude had always dreamed of sharing his birthday with his son. When Benji was about to be born, Jude managed —thanks to a team of doctors and a little bit of luck — to "negotiate" the birth so that it would be on the same day as his birthday. One of those things that only stubborn dad can do.
The shared birthday had become an annual event full of meaning. It was a moment that symbolized the special bond between father and son, and you were always delighted to see the joy in their eyes each year that passed.
—Today is going to be an incredible day! —you said, excited. —We have so many surprises for you two...
Benji could barely contain his curiosity, while Jude, pretending not to know anything, raised an eyebrow with a curious smile.
—Surprises? What are you up to, huh, Y/n?
You shrugged, looking mischievous.
—You'll see.
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Later that morning, after a lively breakfast —with Benji insisting on eating pancakes with "lots, lots" of fruit and syrup—, you started preparing things for the birthday party.
There were balloons scattered around the house, all in shades of yellow and white, and a table full of sweets and savory snacks. In the center of the table, two cakes: a large one, covered in the colors of England for Jude, and a smaller cake, with drawings of dinosaurs, everything Benjamin loved.
—Look at that! —He pointed to the cakes as he helped put up the decorations. —Who made these amazing cakes?
—Mommy!
The little boy replied, still with a bit of pancake syrup on his chin.
You laughed.
—Well, I helped choose the theme, but we have to thank grandma Adèle for the cake, and grandma Denise for the decorations!
The guests started arriving late in the morning. The house was full of family and friends. Your parents, came from Manchester for the occasion, as did Keegan, your younger brother, who brought gifts and a lot of energy, especially to entertain his nephew.
—Happy birthday, champ!
Keegan said, lifting Benji in the air and spinning him around while the boy laughed out loud.
Jobe, Jude's younger brother, also arrived excited, bringing gifts and greeting everyone with a warm hug.
—Looks like the party's already started, huh? —Jobe said in his thick English accent, handing Jude a large, wrapped box. —I just hope you're not too old to enjoy it, Jude.
Jude laughed, hugging his brother.
—I still have energy, don't worry.
While everyone was busy with the party preparations, father and son disappeared for a moment, going to the backyard. Jude had promised his baby something special for that birthday: a little soccer match between the two of them. Benjamin already had his own Real Madrid kit, a miniature version of his father's uniform, and was more than ready to play.
—Go, Ben! Show daddy how you kick!
Jude encouraged his baby.
He kicked the ball hard, determined, despite his short steps. The ball rolled a few meters and Jude made a big show of pretending it had been an unbeatable kick. He threw himself to the ground dramatically, as if he had been defeated by a great kick.
—Bellingham’s goal!!!!
The boy shouted, laughing as he got up and ran to Benji, lifting him in the air as if he had just scored the most important goal in the world.
The scene made you smile from the balcony, watching the two play. For you, these moments were the most precious —seeing Jude and Benjamin together, making memories that would last forever.
After the little soccer game, everyone went back inside, where the party was already in full swing. The boys were the center of attention, with everyone taking pictures and singing happy birthday.
—Time to open the presents!
Someone shouted, and Benji ran to the pile of colorful packages.
Your husband, smiling, approached you, wrapping you in a hug from behind as you watched your son tear through the wrapping paper with excitement.
—You did everything perfectly, babe.
He whispered in your ear.
You smiled, leaning back against his chest.
—I just wanted you two to have the best birthday possible.
—Mission accomplished.
He kissed the top of your head.
As the afternoon wore on, the house grew more and more lively. Benjamin ran around with his new toys, while Jude spent time chatting with friends and family. The atmosphere was one of pure happiness, a simple party, but full of love.
At the end of the day, when night fell and the guests began to say goodbye, you finally had a moment to rest. Sitting on the couch, with your son asleep between you, wrapped in blankets after a day full of emotions, you looked at each other with satisfied smiles.
—It was quite a day.
Jude commented, looking at your sleeping son.
—Yes, it was. —You replied, holding his big hand. —And I couldn’t be happier to share this day with you two.
Jude looked at you, his eyes shining with gratitude.
—You’re amazing, Y/n. Thank you for everything.
You smiled, caressing his hand.
—Always, Jude. Always.
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dysfunctional-doodle · 4 months ago
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Headcanon #2: 2003 Donatello really loves Dinosaurs. Like seriously. He loves them.
Donny has always loved dinosaurs and the prehistoric era since he first learnt how to read. He takes great delight in researching fossils, their predicted behaviours and wants to discover a fossil of his own one day. Sure, lots of the stuff in media is inaccurate, but Donny loves this more because then he just gets a free pass to talk about dinosaurs and how actually, the skeletons found dont account for things like fur or fat on each dinosaur, so it’s possible -
His favourite movie is Jurrassic Park. He has a stuffed animal knitted by Raph of a Polacanthus called Stumpy, which is his favourite kind of dinosaur. He has a personal stash of dino nuggets that only he is allowed to eat. He’s that dinosaur kid, but multiplied by 100.
One time his family had a birthday party themed with dinosaurs. Upon seeing the half inflated T-Rex balloons Raph had found wrapped around a satellite disk, the stegosaurus paper plates and cutlery Casey had managed to find at the back of a discount store, the origami dinosaurs placed around the lair made by Master Splinter and Leonardo, and the Jurassic Park movie marathon April had compiled onto one disk, Donny almost faints when they throw a surprise party.
He does faint when Mikey comes out of the kitchen with a giant dinosaur themed cake that he had made and decorated, complete with dinosaur shaped candles.
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