#i’m jumping up and down as we speak i need to show how excited i am to have all these things

[breeberrypies]

when your best friend on the planet ever scratches the surface of your autistic brain and picks out christmas gifts for you that feeds into your nerdy interests and favorite things.

@tallarurus 🫶

[wolvietxt]

💭 thinking about…

𝗅𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍 𝗑 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋!

pairing : logan howlett x afab!reader warnings : pregnancy, kissing, food mentions, fluff word count : 1k

you’re curled up on the couch, hand resting on your belly, when logan walks in. he’s sporting his usual tough exterior, but there’s a softness in his eyes when he sees you. he drops his keys on the table and makes his way over, sitting beside you, closer than usual.

“how’re you feeling?” he asks, voice low, almost gruff, like he’s trying not to let too much concern show. but you know him well enough to catch it.

you smile, leaning your head against his shoulder. “a bit tired. baby’s been kicking a lot today.”

he reaches out, hesitating for just a second before resting his hand on your belly, his fingers splayed out. he’s not one for grand gestures, but this small one speaks volumes. “this little one’s got some fight in ‘em,” he says, a hint of pride in his tone.

“just like their dad,” you tease, nudging him gently. you feel the warmth of his hand through your shirt, grounding you in a way that words never could.

he huffs a quiet laugh, but his eyes are serious when he looks at you. “you’re okay, though? really?”

you nod, reaching up to touch his cheek. “i’m okay, logan. really.”

there’s a moment of silence, the kind that’s comfortable, where neither of you feel the need to fill it with words. logan’s thumb strokes your belly absentmindedly, and you can tell he’s lost in thought.

“you ever… think about what it’s gonna be like?” he finally asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“all the time,” you admit. “sometimes it’s scary, but mostly… i’m excited.”

he shifts a little, like he’s trying to find the right words. “i don’t… i mean, i know i’m not the best at this stuff. i’m not good with, y’know, talking about… feelings. but i’m here. for you. for both of you.”

his words are clumsy, but they hit you straight in the heart. you know how hard it is for him to open up like this, and it means more to you than anything. you take his hand in yours, squeezing it gently.

“you’re already doing great, logan,” you say softly. “we’re in this together, remember?”

he nods, his grip on your hand tightening just a bit. “yeah. together.”

another kick makes you both jump a little, and logan’s eyes widen in surprise. “was that…?”

you laugh, nodding. “yeah, i think they’re trying to say hi.”

logan’s expression softens in a way that makes your heart melt. he leans down, pressing his forehead against your belly. “hey, kiddo,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough but filled with an emotion that makes your throat tighten. “can’t wait to meet you.”

he stays like that for a while, his breath warm against your skin, and you run your fingers through his hair, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. this is your life now, and it’s more than you ever hoped for.

when he finally sits back up, there’s a small, almost shy smile on his face. “you hungry? i could make something… or we could order in, whatever you want.”

“you cooking?” you raise an eyebrow playfully. “now that’s something i’d like to see.”

“hey, ‘m not that bad,” he grumbles, but there’s a playful glint in his eye. “but seriously, you gotta eat. it’s important.”

“you’re right,” you agree, feeling a wave of affection for him. “how about we order in? and maybe we can try cooking together later. it could be fun.”

logan seems to consider this, then nods. “yeah, bub. that sounds good.”

you pick up your phone, scrolling through options while logan watches, still keeping one hand on your belly, as if he needs that connection to both of you. you glance at him, catching the way his eyes soften whenever he looks at you, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little.

“what?” he asks when he notices you staring.

“nothing,” you say, smiling. “just… i’m really glad it’s you, logan. that ‘m doing all this with you.”

he looks like he wants to say something, but instead, he just leans in, kissing your forehead. it’s a simple gesture, but it’s filled with everything he’s not saying, everything he’s not good at putting into words.

“me too,” he finally whispers against your skin.

logan’s arm tightens around you as you settle against him, your head resting on his shoulder. the quiet between you is filled with a kind of warmth that makes you feel safe, like nothing in the world could touch you here. you tilt your head up, catching his gaze.

“logan,” you whisper, your voice soft, almost hesitant.

he looks down at you, his expression unreadable but his eyes so full of something deep, something that you know is hard for him to show. without a word, he reaches up, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek. you can feel his rough calluses against your skin, a reminder of just how strong and steady he is.

his eyes search yours, and for a moment, you think he might say something, but then he just dips his head, closing the small gap between you. his lips meet yours, gentle at first, almost like he’s afraid of breaking you, but when you kiss him back, he deepens it, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, holding you in place.

it’s not a desperate kiss, not rushed or frantic. it’s slow, deliberate, like he’s pouring everything he can’t say into this one moment. you can feel the warmth of him, the way his breath mingles with yours, and it makes you feel more connected to him than ever.

when you finally pull away, you’re both breathless, but neither of you moves far. his forehead rests against yours, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he tries to steady his breathing.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “you and the baby… you’re my everything.”

you smile, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “i know. and you’re ours.”

he leans in for one more quick kiss, a soft brush of his lips against yours, before he pulls back, his hand finding its place on your belly again. the world outside feels distant, unimportant. right here, with him, is where you’re meant to be.

[daddyfordaeddy]

Pairing: king! Seonghwa x queen! f! yn

Word Count: 2804

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, smut warnings under cut

Genre: Fluff, smut, royal au, M for mature audiences

Summary: Your marriage to Seonghwa has been nothing exciting. But things change during his coronation ball.

Smut Warnings: unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS unless you discuss safely outside of sex!), some praise, slight begging, pretty vanilla if i do say so myself lol

Written for @cultofdionysusnet's permanent event <3 took me a bit to get it down lol, and a big thank you to @arafilez and @sanjoongie for helping me out <3 i really wrote 1.5k prologue before getting to the smut and u can tell it got to me since the smut is very storybook like and not just filth lol

AND yes i know the irony of having a red themed banner when the title is blue blood but hey man i...have no excuse

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Your palms are sweaty. It’s the first ball the royal family has hosted since your marriage to the then-Crown Prince, Park Seonghwa. And it’s the first social gathering you’ve attended since. You’re pretty sure the maids can see how nervous you are and you’re grateful the wine-red gown you’ve adorned for the occasion will cover any sweat marks or wrinkles you’re sure you will make.

You cannot even politely decline this event—not when it’s marking the start of your husband’s reign as king.

As the maids layer one last necklace, you shiver at the feeling of the cool metal touching your skin. The sparks flickering inside the red jewel catch your eye and you brush your fingers against it with a bittersweet smile. It was a wedding gift from your husband, the Park family blessed with fire magic. You find it ironic that such a cold-faced family can have control over such warm and bright magic, as well as red being their crest colour.

You don’t hate Seonghwa, of course. He’s been respectful to you, only speaking to you when necessary and otherwise leaving you be. The two of you share different, albeit connected, chambers, and he never enters your room without permission on the rare occasion he needs to.

But God, you wish he would at least smile at you so you don’t feel like a piece of furniture in your new home. While high up in nobility as the daughter of an Earl, you were no duchess and you were sure if you attended social teas you would be scrutinised. So you stick with counselling the civilians who cannot win an audience with Seonghwa and managing the household.

With another sigh, you send the servants away to gather your wits before meeting your husband in the foyer. You squeeze your eyes shut, breathing deep, before moving to pour yourself a small glass of wine.

As you down the bitter liquid, a knock sounds at the door. “YN, are you in there?” The honey-deep voice of your husband makes you jump a little.

“Ah, yes, I’m coming,” you call out, setting down the crystal glass and opening the door to see your husband standing just a bit too close to the door. You’re met with a faceful of his chest and you stumble back. “Ah–”

A firm hand wraps around your waist to keep you from tripping on your skirt and you can see the faint amusement on Seonghwa’s face. “Now, now, we can’t have you falling even before the dancing starts,” he chuckles, and you stare at him, unused to such a cheerful demeanour from him. His lips twitch as he holds back his smile. “Are you all right, my wife? You look a little befuddled.”

You blink up at him owlishly before realising how you must look and quickly turning your face away. “I’m all right. Shall we go down, then?”

Seonghwa chuckles low in his throat. His hand reaches up and brushes a few strands of your hair out of your eyes. His touch is soft and you involuntarily find yourself melting just a little. “Yes, let’s go and show off my beautiful wife.”

You laugh at that, pushing him away playfully. “This night isn’t about me, it’s about you…my king.”

Seonghwa coughs when you use his new title and it’s his turn to face away from you, although you can see his ears are red. “Yes, well. Let’s get going then. We can’t keep our guests waiting.” He offers up his arm for you to take, and you gingerly rest your hands on him with a small smile, keeping your eyes lowered.

Thankfully the distance from your rooms to the foyer isn’t far as the walk there is awkwardly silent. But as soon as you enter and all eyes are on you two, it’s like a button is pressed that makes you immediately at ease and you intermingle easily with your guests. Waiters are milling about serving a selection of wines, and you drink just a tad more than you ought.

It’s nice to mingle with the courtesans and landowners like you used to, and you make a mental note to start attending tea again. You were anxious about them for nothing—they’ve known you since before you were the queen so they aren’t forming any new opinions of you.

Giggling, you weave your way around the crowd until you bump into a firm back. “Hello, my wife,” Seonghwa hums, holding you steady with amusement dancing behind his dark eyes. “I see you’re enjoying yourself.”

You blame the lingering burn of alcohol in your veins for the following actions. You lean onto his shoulder, a dazed smile pulling at your lips as you look up at your husband. “I am, Hwa.” The nickname tumbles naturally from your lips without a second thought although Seonghwa’s eyes widen for a split second. “Are you enjoying yourself too?”

“I’ll excuse myself, you spend time with your wife.” You hardly even register the minister of defence’s words as you wrap an arm around Seonghwa’s waist and press a kiss to the shoulder of his uniform. “Congratulations on your ascent to the throne, your majesty.”

Seonghwa bows as best he can with you attached to him before turning to you to place both his hands on your shoulders. “Do you need to go to bed? The party is slowing down a bit so you can if you’d like.”

You shake your head, subconsciously pouting. “No, I wanna wait for you first.” Your head leans against his chest and you can hear his heartbeat pick up slightly.

“...Alright. Let’s close this up nicely, YN.”

You don’t really know what’s happening, but you smile and farewell the last stragglers as the time passes. The alcohol is almost out of your system, but you stay close to Seonghwa, not ready to let him go quite yet. His arm around your waist makes your heart flutter and you look up at him as he waves away the last guest.

“Why are you staring at me?” he murmurs without even looking down and you chuckle to yourself, gaze unwavering.

“I like you, Hwa.”

It feels like time stands still as soon as the words fall from your mouth. Seonghwa’s eyes find your own and neither of you move for a long second. “...Are you still drunk?” You would find his question offensive, but his tone is hopeful so you can’t find it in your heart to.

“No, not for this,” you shake your hair and before he can stop himself, Seonghwa brushes your hair out of your face again. “I’m not in love, not yet. But I can safely say I like you. Especially if you keep touching me like this.”

Something must have overcome Seonghwa in that moment because he leans in and his grip on your waist tightens almost imperceptibly. “Well, in that case. I like you too. And I could touch you a lot more if you’d let me.” He practically whispers the last sentence, his lips almost ghosting over yours.

You blink at him, a mirror to just before the party, and a smile grows on your face. “I’d let you.”

Seonghwa straightens up immediately, a light blush dusting his cheeks and he calls over one of the servants and whispers something to them. When the servant nods and hurries off, Seonghwa turns back to you, a wolfish grin growing on his face. “Shall we head back to our chambers, my wife?”

Heat slowly crawls over your face as you nod eagerly and Seonghwa chuckles and cups your face tenderly, placing a kiss on your forehead before taking your wrist and leading you up the flights of stairs in the next breath.

The two of you burst into his room giggling and hands clasped. Seonghwa kicks the door closed and pulls you into his arms, his face buried in your hair as he breathes in your scent. “...You’re sure you’re not drunk?”

His voice is small, and you smile to yourself at the sound of it. Wriggling your way out of his grasp, you bring his slender hands to your lips and press a light kiss to the tips of his fingers. “I’m absolutely sure, my king.”

Seonghwa lets out another deep breath, stepping closer and leaning down to gently press his lips against yours. You taste of bitter wine, but he seems to enjoy it, brushing his tongue over the seam of your lips and you eagerly grant access. The two of you deepen the kiss as he slowly backs you to his bed. When your knees touch the mattress Seonghwa breaks away, his lips swollen and spit slicked.

“Strip?” he asks, his voice gravelly and your thighs clench at the sound of it. You reach behind you, attempting to reach the fasteners but failing. Seonghwa chuckles, spinning you around. “You’re so pretty, YN. I’m glad I get to share my life with you.” His hand rests on your shoulder blade as he undoes each clasp with his other hand.

Suddenly, his lips touch your shoulder bone and you gasp at the soft feeling. “Hwa–”

“I’d like to bend you over right now, but you’re too precious to be taken so roughly on our first time. I want to cherish you like the queen you are.” Seonghwa mouths at your hot skin, his hands moving up and down your sides as your dress falls to the floor, leaving you in your undergarments.

Your hands instinctively come up to cover yourself but Seonghwa’s reflexes are faster than yours and he grabs your wrists, holding you in place. “Don’t cover up, my wife,” he whispers, leaning up to kiss you sweetly. “Let me love you like you deserve.”

You look at him with wide eyes, before nodding the tiniest bit. Seonghwa isn’t satisfied, an eyebrow raising, and you squeak out a quiet “yes”. As soon as the word leaves your mouth, his mouth is reattached to your neck and his hips grind down onto your hip and you can feel his hard-on pressing into your thigh.

“Hwa, please,” you whine, feeling a burning in your core.

“Mmh, love it when you call me that,” Seonghwa murmurs, his hand coming down to unfasten his pants and shoving them down enough to free his cock. “There’s something about you that’s so fucking alluring. All I can think about is fucking you so well all you can do is think about me just as much as I do with you.”

He shifts, adjusting himself so he can grind his cock against your dripping folds and kiss you at the same time. The softness of his lips makes you smile and you throw your arms around him to bring him closer to you. For a moment, both of you are too caught up in your kiss, but then the tip of his dick gets caught in your fluttering hole and you moan into his mouth.

“Gods–” Seonghwa groans, hips stilling. You can feel every time his dick twitches inside of you. “Are you ready? Please–” The last word falls from his lips in a whisper, as if he’s almost embarrassed to beg.

Instead of a response, you hook your legs around his waist and pull his hips flush against you, immediately driving his cock deep inside you. You throw your head back at the feeling of it spearing into you, Seonghwa dropping his head to rest against your chest. “Fuck, you’re so– so perfect for me,” he stutters out, his voice low and heavy with lust. “Want to stay like this forever.”

“Less talking,” you order, twisting your hips to try and get him impossibly deeper inside of you. A crooked smile pulls at Seonghwa’s lips, and before you can say anything else, he pulls back and starts hammering into you like it’s his last day in the kingdom.

You can hardly get words out, only whines and mumbles, his cock reaching so deep inside of you. With every thrust, he hits that perfect spot inside of you and your hands dig into the thick fabric of his uniform top. “Ah– Seonghwa, you’re splitting me apart so good,” you moan, breath hot on his neck.

You swear your guts will be rearranged after this, his thick cock stretching you so perfectly. With every thrust, you can feel your walls squeezing so tightly around him and your hips are shaking with pleasure. Seonghwa’s eyes are trained on the junction where his cock is driving deep into you, mesmerised by the glistening slick covering both of your thighs.

Without warning, his slender fingers travel down your body to press at your clit. A gasp rips its way out of your throat and you moan embarrassingly loud, your hips kicking up. “Seonghwa–”

He leans in, his hand still rubbing small circles on your clit, pressing his lips sweetly to yours once again. “Shit, Hwa, you’re too perfect for me. Treating me so well.”

Seonghwa groans and bites your shoulder. “You look so pretty on my cock, my wife. You’d look so pretty full with me dripping out of you. I should show you every day how much I love you, hmm? It’s what you deserve. A pampered life as my wife, the queen by my side.” His teeth sink into your lower lip and his fingers speed up their ministrations.

“Ah– I’m close Seonghwa,” you moan into his mouth, and you can practically feel him smile against your lips.

With one particularly well-delivered thrust, Seonghwa growls, “Come for me, YN.”

Without much further prompting, just a twist of his fingers on your clit, you groan, back arching and your cunt clenching around Seonghwa as you fall over the edge of your orgasm, your husband following soon after. Ropes of searing hot come shoot deep inside of you and you let out a long sigh at the feeling. Seonghwa rests his forehead on yours as his hips slow to a stop, letting your orgasms wash over both of you completely.

You let your body completely relax on the mattress, staring up at the canopy of the bed. When you were preparing for the party, the last thing you expected was to get your brains fucked out by Seonghwa, but you won’t complain. You breathe out and relax, bringing your hand up to brush your fingers through his dark hair.

“Feeling good?” you ask your husband, and Seonghwa laughs, tilting his head up.

“Yeah. Come on, let’s get my lovely wife cleaned up. I have to change the sheets in the meantime.” Seonghwa gets up, stretching a little, and you can’t help but stare at the sliver of waist you see. You can feel his come dribbling out of you and instinctively you clench your thighs although you know you must get up soon enough.

But before you can even make any move to, Seonghwa leans down and scoops you up, carrying you over to your shared bathroom. “Ah– Hwa–” you scold, gripping onto his shoulders. “My legs work!”

Seonghwa laughs, nuzzling into your hair. “Then I should fix that next time.”

You laugh and smack at his shoulder. “Hwa, no, I like being able to move.”

Seonghwa shakes his head but doesn’t respond, just turning on the faucet and sitting you down in the water. “Is this all right for you?” he asks, and you raise an eyebrow.

“Come sit with me too, Hwa. You should get to relax too.”

“Ah, but the sheets,” Seonghwa tries, but you grab the hem of his shirt.

“We can use my quarters, Seonghwa.” You stare up at him with pleading eyes, and you can see him hesitate. “Please, Hwa?”

And just like magic, your words break down Seonghwa’s hesitation and he sighs, unfastening his shirt and throwing off his pants. As he lowers himself behind you, your hand reaches back to steady him.

As the two of you sit in the warm water, you take a chance and lean back against his firm chest. You can feel him stiffen and your breath catches in your throat, but in the end, he just relaxes and throws an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“You know, ever since I saw you on the wedding day, I was happy to have you as my wife,” Seonghwa hums, rocking you back and forth slightly.

You tilt your head up to smile at him sweetly. “And seeing you in your wedding robes looking every bit of a fairy, I was happy to have you as my husband.” Seonghwa leans down to press his lips against yours, brushing your hair behind your ear. You can feel his own smile against your mouth and your eyes flutter shut.

“Let’s stay like this for as long as we can.”

[finelinevogue]

pancakes for two

summary - seeing your niece for the first time

word count - ~1k

pairing - husband!harry x reader

You made pancakes for breakfast on a Saturday.

It was a routine at this point and would be rude not to have pancakes after your morning jog with Harry.

Harry tended to make himself banana pancakes, because he hated not having some fruit in there somehow, but you were all for the nutella and other loaded toppings.

You had both just finished your pancakes, dirty plates on the coffee table in front of you and cups of tea to hand as you watched ‘This Morning’ on ITV.

Even after having been on a run and eaten pancakes, your day was about to get so much better.

“Remind me that I need to pick up more loo roll the next time I go to the shops.” You said to Harry.

“Thought we bought loads?”

His free hand rested on your ankle from where your legs were stretched out on his lap.

“Yeah, but we gave a lot to Gem remember?”

“Oh shit, yes. We can go later if you want? I’ll take you?” He offered.

“The last thing I want to do is leave the house on the one day where you’re not busy preparing for baby number 4.” You laughed, taking a sip of your Yorkshire Gold tea.

“Baby number 4?” It was Harry’s turn to chuckle.

“Album? Baby? Same thing. They’re all your children.”

He tapped your ankle playfully.

Harry had been working so hard on planning for the next phase of his career and you were so happy to see him get excited and creative again.

Music is where he thrived and it was a joy to watch him work. However it did mean he was gone more than you wanted him to be, so quiet weekends like this were absolutely necessary.

Harry missed you just as much and he was constantly lucky that it was you waiting for him at home.

He’d been working so hard that he hadn’t even had a moment to see his sister since she gave birth.

It was only a week ago, but Gemma was still recovering and requested that the three of them just had some quiet time to let the new reality to settle in.

Now, Harry was restless to see his niece.

You scrolled through your phone when it suddenly made a Ring doorbell noise.

“Yes! I bet that’s my Waterstones parcel.” You said excitedly, sitting up and setting your tea on the coffee table.

“Another one?”

You hit Harry’s thigh playfully, “Shut up!” Although he did have a valid point.

You waited for the doorbell to ring, before jumping up and making your way to the front. You made a note to shout at Harry for - yet again - leaving his coat on the banister and not put back on coat rack.

You unlocked and opened the door, expecting the delivery guy but were met with Gemma, Michal and baby instead.

“Oh my God!” You shouted, cupping your hands over your mouth in shock.

“Surprise!” Gemma laughed, baby carrier on Michal’s arm and baby bags too.

You started tearing up then, emotional over how beautiful Gemma was after recently giving birth. She was glowing and looked incredible. They both looked so happy too.

“Y/N/N?” Harry called your nickname.

He rounded the corner only to stop short.

“Look who showed up.” You allowed the tears to drop down your face.

“Hey, bro.” Gemma smiled.

“Hi, H!” Michal smiled at Gemma’s smile.

Harry, ever the emotional man, broke down in little sobs then. He pouted when he cried and probably had the same thoughts as you initially did.

“Come in. Come on.” You ushered them in.

You gave Gemma a big hug first, squeezing her but not too tight, and kissed her cheeks.

Then you hugged Michal, careful to avoid all his extra baggage.

“How are you?” You asked Michal, as Gemma went over to speak and probably console Harry.

“Tired, but never been happier.” He genuinely smiled.

“Can I take anything from you?”

“No, I’m just going to dump them here if that’s okay?” He motioned to the space in the hall.

“Of course, go ahead.”

“You want a tea? Coffee?” You offered.

“Coffee, please. No sugar. Gem will probably just have water.”

You nodded and walked through the hallway and into the kitchen. Gemma and Harry were still hugging, softly talking to one another. You left them to it, not wanting to disrupt the siblings reunion.

You wiped your own tears with your sweater, before pottering around the kitchen.

“So let me see my niece then!” You demanded as Michal placed the carrier on the kitchen island.

He opened the visor and you had to choke back a sob as you saw how small your new niece was - your new best friend.

“Oh my God.” You whispered.

“I know. I keep having the same reaction, even now.” Michal chuckled.

Gemma and Harry walked in a few seconds later - Harry with red eyes and Gemma smiling like a madwoman.

You leaned forwards and brushed your finger over your nieces tiny bunched fist. Her skin was so soft and she didn’t budge at all with the tap from you.

“She’s beautiful, guys.” You whispered.

“She really is.” Gemma agreed.

“She’s a Styles if I ever saw one. No offence Michal.”

“None taken.” Michal genuinely didn’t seem offended.

You stepped back to let Harry have a gaze over his new niece, wrapped in her blankets and knitted bonnets. There were so many blankets you wondered whether she was cooking underneath them all!

It wasn’t your turn to know anything about kids or parenting though, yet, so you weren’t going to question anything.

Harry approached his niece and softly caressed over her small hand and over her quite chubby cheeks.

You cupped a hand over your mouth as you teared up from watching Harry interact with a baby.

“It’s too much!” You cried, laughing like an idiot.

Gemma and Michal watched you with soft expressions.

Harry moved towards you then, “Hey. What’s up?” He asked, pulling you in for a big hug. The best hugs.

“I think i’ve got a heavy case of baby fever right now.”

Harry pulled you away a bit to read your face, “You do?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay.” He smiled.

“Okay, what?” You stepped back.

“Let’s try. For a baby, I mean.”

“Really?” You eyes filled with tears. “You mean it?”

“A baby with you? It would make all those birthday and shooting star wishes come true.”

[xuchiya]

need to know [j.yunho]

₊˚.༄ || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

₊˚.༄ I heard from a friend of a friend That dick was a ten out of ten ₊˚.༄

  Yunho has been busy lately and you were not liking one bit of it. It has been weeks since you wanted to hang out with him and considering that he had been rejecting your invites; maybe it is time to spend some days without and let yourselves be on your own stories.

You can't blame Yunho for taking responsibility for his father's company so why would be a bad friend to him?

You dress up in less clothing for your stream much less by a short crop hoodie that shows a little of your cleavage then your tiny boxer shorts. A streamer of summer, that was your nickname given by your fans— Summer. You have always been a streamer for playing horror whether be a psychological or thrill chasing games, maybe sometimes by playing valorant.

    You were at first called out for dressing way too– short nonetheless you explain that you tend to be really comfortable with playing in less clothing and people see your excellence in playing. You throw on anti-rad glasses before starting your stream, “What is up my dudes! It’s your streamer– Summer and we’ll continue playing Poppy Playtime!”

 While waiting for the game to load, you read the comments, “Looking good as always …  Thank you … Playing alone today? Yeah since they didn’t want to play this one. San is too scared …  Where’s Yunho? Oh he’s currently busy— he’s been busy nowadays so I had to play this alone. “

  After the chapter ended, you were left with a heart attack and sore throat from getting sudden jump scare but overall you enjoy the whole game, you look towards at the camera, “Well that is it for the chapter 2 since the chapter 3 will be out soon and …” glancing at the time to see that you have been playing for just an hour, “aye it’s still early. Do you guys want me to play or just talk with you guys?”

  Some comments were saying to talk since it has been a while since you went live so you went with their request, “Okay okay I’ll answer some questions then …”

 “Since when did I start playing? I think it was around 3 years ago that I started streaming through the gameplays? I was 14 when I started doing my gameplays …”

“You dance? Of course, Yeosang and Wooyoung are actually my classmates in a studio we enrolled in.” 

“Where’s Yunho? Oh he’s at work, I’m little sad he has not been spending time with me like … Tell me your schedule, I got a lotta new tricks for you .. I’M KIDDING HAHAHA!”

“Do you like Doja Cat? Yes, a hundred percent yes, I’m a huge fan of hers speaking of that …” You opened your phone to show them your last song you listened to, “I swear this is my go to song when I’m feeling myself you know…” You chuckle showing them a hand gesture down to our body.  Some of your fans ask you to play the song, some of them want you to sing or mouth the lyrics, you cackle at the last one.

  “I can’t do that, it looks weird but we can still let this play and talk …”     The music plays—affecting not only your fans, not you who is feeling the actual lyrics but the one who has been watching from their phone ever since you started streaming. 

 “Do you want to know a french word? Je suis excite.. Je suis excite, that means I’m excited right? Excite probably is exciting .. Am I right?” you said your eyes were widened a little bit, looking at the comment section for confirmation and you see some were saying yes, right and correct.

 But little did you know, it meant something different else.

 Their pants had made themselves quite uncomfortable, tight and suffocating as their eyes not only stare at your gameplay but at your display cleavage. As much as they tried to not to look like a pervert but how could he— He has desires that he tried to stir away; afraid to ruin your friendship but with you said those words as if telling him that you are horny. Adding to the fact you just said something along the line of having ‘tricks’.

  “Ohmygosh I should go to sleep or Seonghwa-oppa would smack me in the head … I’ll see you guys soon.” You did your outro and the live ended.

  Yunho tucked back his phone, walking inside your shared apartment. He and you were able to share an apartment under your brother’s permission since they both work for the same company and he did not mind as long as you both had an agreement or house rules settled.

 Those words were a huge trigger to him as he had been evading your presence; as much as dumb it sounds, his dick can not cooperate with him. Whether you were in your hoodie or favourite pajamas, nothing beats when he wants you all for himself. Love you, praise you, worship you, choke you, dick you down—

  “Oh yuyu!” You were startled when you exit your room to see Yunho leaning on the counter with a cold drink in his hand, his eyes landing on your figure and all his last string snap when you just walk in with your zipper open, exposing your tits out.

  You tried to cover them last minute but Yunho was faster, grabbing your wrist, spinning you to pin you on his chest. He leaned down, voice gruff from the pain in his pants and overwhelming horniness spilling out of his body, “nice way to greet me … tits out? Do you walk around with this …” his other free hand ran up to your chest, playing with your nipple and giving it a squeeze, making you moan a little too loud but to Yunho's liking.

 “I-I thought you won’t be home … fuck! “ Yunho breathy laugh, giving your other boob the same treatment but this time adding a slap on it, your back arching in the pain and pleasure making your ass brush up on his hard dick in his pants. 

  “Feel that? you’re the cause of it … now be a good girl for me and choke yourself on my cock.” 

  

“F-fuck! … Yunho– Oh my God!” your face was red and sweaty from how many hours Yunho had you pinned down on your bed, taking you from behind; had his dick ramming himself back and forth, hitting every inch of your walls then his tip knocking at your cervix several times as if trying to reach a deeper part of you to bury his cum.

  “You don’t know how long i wanted to fuck you so dumb that it makes me want to go faster and harder on you .. do you like that? Do you want me to keep hammering you down on this bed like a bitch on heat?” You never knew Yunho was into this kind of thing, rough and mouthy.

 You were crying out of pleasure as Yunho drilled his cock deeper and deeper until you clench around him that had him smacking his (veiny) hands on your ass, “Yu-Yunho— eugh fuck– I’m gonna cum, gonna cum– !” Yunho continues slamming his hips as your eyes roll back as you reach your orgasm, creaming his dick and milking him dry. Yunho chuckles, wrapping one of his hands around your throat, pulling you closer, bottomless.

  “You like that huh? You like it when I fuck you this hard?” You dive on the sheets, Yunho's pace persistent in making his dick wet and creamy on your puffy pussy. You look over your shoulders, engulfed in overwhelming bliss, you speak with assertive tone, “clap me, choke me, bite me Yunho.” 

 Yunho pulls out, leaving just the tip inside as he adjust his grip from your throat down to your hips, in spite of that he shoves back while you pulling back, “FUCK!” you cried, your fingers circling around his wrist, “Yu-yu — wait you’re going too fast.”

 He shakes his head, his eyebrows arching, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, “I haven’t cum yet and we can fuck all night baby.” He keep thrusting back and forth,leaning forward to grasp both of your nipples in his fingers, twisting, pulling them.

  Your head swirling with so much euphoria that it sent electricity vibrating down your pussy as you were reaching your second orgasm quickly, this time a little different from the last one, long strings of ‘oh’ and ‘fuck’.

  “Tell me baby, i need to know one thing …” He licks his lips, pressing you on his bare chest, continue to pound inside of you, almost nearing his climax, “come on baby, i didn’t fuck you that dumb did i? Now answer me.”

  You were breathing hastily, orgasm around the corner but you know best that if you don’t speak now, Yunho won’t let you cum, “Wh-What is it?”

  “Have you been fantasising about this one? Did someone tell you?” You nodded, your head moving swiftly, you felt his chest vibrate as he breathy laughs, “Yeah? 

“ y-yes…”

“From who?”

  Your throat clogged yet you oblique, moaning when his tip brushes on your cervix once again, your dignity slowly crashing but who could you blame? You were fantasising all of this for the longest time that you slipped out to one of your friends about your huge daydream to Yunho that one of your friends may or may not slip about him.

  “I heard .. I heard from a friend of a friend … that your dick is better than their exes.” His hip halted, pulling out— groaning at the emptiness but you were taken back when Yunho pulled you off the bed and towards your balcony; your eyes widened as he pushes you the makeshift knitted lounge chair.

  “Well one …” yunho’s lips brush on your ears warmly, “I have never met your friends …” He inserted himself back in, slamming back on your pussy, “And second well .. they’re not wrong.”

 Yunho pace didn’t falter as he locked his arms on yours, your arms pulled on your back; your chest full on display, bouncing each time Yunho hammered back. Broken groans left Yunho and you were also reaching your climax, “Fuck yunho!” 

 “Take my cum like a good girl!” Your eyes were clouded in euphoria, feeling full as he spurted all his cum inside you, painting your walls white. Your hole clenches on his dick before gushes of your juice burst, wetting his dick and the lounge chair.

  Yunho let go of your arms and replace his softening dick with his fingers, brushing them left and right as you squirt, your lips puckering

“Oh look at that, such a good girl. Keep squirting baby~” Yunho slaps, wipe your pussy letting you ride on your orgasm before he pulls away. Your knees gave out, thankfully Yunho caught you, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and at the back of your knees. He leads you both to your bathroom, setting you on the cold marble tile of your sink.

   Yunho settles you on the bathtub, warm water with bubbles of rose were floating on the water. You sigh contentedly, “Is this what I get for flashing you my boobs to you?”

  He laughs, shaking his head as he settles at the other end of the tub, “You want a princess treatment?” His eyes watch you carefully, cheek flaring. You played with the foam bubbles, “If you don’t mind me being your girlfriend then yeah, I want a princess treatment.”

Yunho leans towards you, leaving a soft kiss on your lips, "Deal."

 It was something you and Yunho had in common. Straightforwardness. Yet here you both are, in a situation you thought is just all in your head and fantasy.

[runnning-outof-time]

Can I request John and "Did you even miss me?" Congrats on 3.5k!

Thanks for sending this in, anon! I’m sorry it took me so long to write! Enjoy! :)

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Wasn’t Expecting You

John Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 707

Summary: After being away for weeks, John decides to surprise his wife. She becomes so surprised by him that her reaction isn’t what he was expecting.

“You really don’t know how much longer they’ll be away for?” (Y/N) asked Ada as they both took their seats in the front room of (Y/N)’s home.

“I don’t,” Ada answered with a slight frown and a shake of her head. “Tommy never gives an exact timeline, and Arthur and John just follow along with it.”

“That explains why he won’t say anything when he calls me,” (Y/N) sighed, looking down at her lap.

“They’ll be home soon enough,” Ada assured her, her lips pursed in a tight smile, “and then they’ll become our problems again.”

(Y/N) giggled at the second half of her sister-in-law’s statement. She had to agree - things were much calmer when the boys were out of town.

“So…how have things been around here lately?” Ada asked once they were finished laughing.

“They’ve been grand. This place is finally starting to feel like a home,” (Y/N) answered, her smile wide as she looked around the room.

“Everything looks lovely,” Ada answered, her eyes focused on something behind (Y/N). The other woman just figured she was looking at some of the decorations behind her. She saw her smile widen just as someone else spoke out.

“I’ve brought the booze!” a third voice entered the conversation. Ada’s expression switched on a dime and she rolled her eyes at the statement.

(Y/N) didn’t get time to question it because someone had swooped in beside her to place a set of glasses down on the coffee table. She couldn’t make out much, just that the person was wearing a brown suit. Ada was also looking at her expectantly now. “I don’t think we needed booze…?” she hesitantly questioned, her brows furrowed.

Ada had to hold back her laughter. “Have you not noticed who that is?” she asked seconds later.

“Huh?” (Y/N) was confused now. Ada nodded her head at the person. So she turned to look up at him. “Oh…John?”

“Yeah, it’s me, love,” he answered, his usual cheshire cat-like grin present. “Not the welcome home I was expectin’ though…did you even miss me?”

Something clicked in (Y/N)’s mind as he was speaking. She jumped up from the couch as quickly as she could and threw her arms around his frame. “Of course I missed you! We were just talking about you coming home,” she said to him as she held onto his body tightly. A wide smile was present on her face when she pulled away. “I just…I looked quick and thought you were Finn or something,” she sheepishly explained her previous lack of excitement.

Her statement made John snort. “Finn? Now that’s a fuckin’ insult!” he exclaimed, his still present grin showing that he was teasing her.

“Oh shut up, John,” she jokingly huffed as she lightly smacked his shoulder. He sent her a tight lipped grin, one that she couldn’t hold up a straight face to. Her grin grew as she buried her face into his chest.

“No, darling, I wanna see that beautiful smile of yours,” he said, coaxing her to lift her head once more, “been too long since I’ve seen it.”

“Been too long since you’ve kissed me as well…” she trailed off, a knowing look in her eyes.

“You make a good point,” he agreed with her, tucking his fingers under her chin so that he could guide her lips to his. They shared a sweet kiss before a voice broke them apart.

“That’ll be my cue to go,” Ada announced, standing from her chair so that she could grab her things.

“Thanks for coming over, Ada,” (Y/N) smiled at the woman as she made her way to the door. The two ladies said their goodbyes before John got the attention of his wife again.

“You really thought I was Finn?” he asked her, his eyebrows raised.

“I didn’t think you’d be home so soon,” she defended herself.

“Yeah, but…Finn?” he emphasized his little brother’s name as mock-disgust filled his time.

“Oh shut up and kiss me again, will you?” she dismissed his question, taking hold of his cheeks then so that she could bring his lips to hers once more.

*tagging in reblog so that hopefully the notification gets sent

MASTERLIST

[kittyball23]

When you have time could you do a one shot of poppy fan girling over the fact that her bf is in two famous boy bands? I wish the movie gave a little more of it focused on him because the adoration is so cute to me.

Yes, here it is! :D

Surprise (a Trolls fanfic)

“Hey, Branch? It’s almost showtime, I was just thinking that maybe we could…”

The Pop Queen cut off her own question with an enormous gasp.

���WHHHHHAAAAAAT?!?!”

It was simply impossible for her to believe the sight in front of her. Granted, she knew some of what she would find when she ventured backstage to find her boyfriend. She knew of his brothers, and of how they were the sensational boyband known as BroZone. But what she did not at all anticipate were the four other Trolls who made up the other insanely popular boyband that there had been back in the day. 

And, recalling that that band had had five members - and seeing that her boyfriend was costumed to the same chic style they were wearing at that moment - it suddenly all made sense in a whirlwind of revelation.

“Kismet?” she exclaimed in a squeak, pointing a shaky hand at Branch. “You were in BroZone AND Kismet? And you… didn’t… tell me?!” She shot her gaze at the brothers. “Guys, did you know about this?”

They hurriedly denied.

“I’m just as surprised as you are, Pops,” John Dory admitted.

“Not a clue,” Bruce answered.

“Nope,” Clay said, putting his hands up and taking a couple steps back, while Floyd replied with a mystified “Uh-uh,” and a small shake of his head.

At this point, Poppy wasn’t even sure how she was still able to keep standing there - she was trembling so much from the excitement building up inside of her, she was just about ready to collapse!

Branch himself shrugged, keeping collected. “Surprise,” he chuckled.

Poppy couldn’t help herself anymore. Forgetting about everything but being filled with happiness - and not being able to coherently form any other sentences - she rushed forward and threw her arms around Branch’s neck, screaming in delight. Then, she rushed to hug each of his friends, taking Hype, Ablaze, Boom, and Trickee off guard with her uncontained enthusiasm and bone-crushing embrace. And then still, she leapt over towards JD, Bruce, Clay, and Floyd, hugging them for good measure, too!

Hype shook his blue head with a smirk. "Well, that's some girl you got there, Branch!" he exclaimed.

"And this is some sneaky secret-keeping boyband-extraordinaire boyfriend I've got!!" Poppy shouted, finding her voice again and nearly dizzying all nine men with all her jumping up-and-down on the spot. And now that she was speaking again, she couldn’t seem to stop! The words tumbled out of her a hundred miles a minute.

“This is incredible! I really really REALLY can’t believe this! I’m so excited I could SCREAM! I think I will scream! AAAIIYYIII!!! Okay, okay, I’m done now. No, just kidding, I’m actually not. AHGHGH! I’m not gonna be over this for, like, a SUPER long time! I, like, REALLY need all of your autographs, too. Ooo! And a picture! Well, more like a dozen pictures with you guys. And then I’m gonna need copies! And then copies of the copies!! And… and… would it be weird if I fainted right now? Because I totally feel like I’m gonna faint right now, hehe!”

And she did. Expended, she keeled over with that ear-to-ear smile still plastered on her face. Branch caught her right before she fell to the ground, and carried her in his arms.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” he said to his friends and brothers, smirking at the Pop Queen. “I’m gonna get her situated in the front row. Then we can get this show rolling, alright?”

And that’s just what he did, leaving Kismet and BroZone to themselves.

Both boybands looked at each other awkwardly, not sure what to say to each other. At least, until Floyd broke the ice, smiling politely.

“So… how did you guys meet Branch?”

[mykoreanlove]

Fake date me please?

How Felix and you showed everyone you were dating

“We need pictures!”, he exclaimed cheerily.

“Pictures?”

“Yeah, of you and me. You know, doing boyfriend and girlfriend stuff.”

Your stomach turned again, your insecurity grew bigger and bigger. Felix grabbed you and hugged you tightly while shooting some selfies.

“Y/N, why do you look so uncomfortable? It looks like you want to break up with me”, he frowned disappointed.

“Sorry, I.. I have never been in a real relationship before, so I don’t know how to act”, you answered truthfully.

“Ah, I See.”

He fiddled with his phone and hugged you again but this time his camera had silly filters on, which turned you into cute little dogs.

“What is this”, you laughed happily.

“Just a silly way to get you smile, beautiful. Come on, let’s be silly and have fun.”

His phone battery was about to die because of the plethora of selfies you took.

“They look good”, he smiled proudly. “Let’s upload them later. What do you want to do next?”

This one got you thinking – what do couples normally do?

“Oh”, you jumped up and down happily, “let’s go for a walk while holding hands.”

His face fell instantly, and you feared you had said the wrong thing. Were you even too stupid for a fake relationship?

“I don’t like holding hands, actually. But you can grab my arm or something?”

Relief washed over you.

“Okay”.

You walked along the water and got to know each other. Even though you were total strangers, it didn’t feel that strange at all.

“Y/N”, Felix whispered. “Don’t freak out but people from campus are coming our way. I’m going to do something drastic, okay?”

By now you weren’t sure if you felt nauseous from fear or excited from the butterflies in your stomach.

“Hey, isn’t that Felix? And y/n?” you heard your peers call out.

Felix grabbed you by your arm and turned you to him as he placed his thumb on your lips and leaned in for a kiss.

Your heart was pounding heavily. He wasn’t kissing you; he was kissing his thumb, but no one saw the difference. No one but you.

You closed your eyes and surrendered – this moment, fake or not, was magical. You took in his musky cologne; you felt his long lashes against your cheeks and his strong arm on your back. You sighed internally – is this what love was like?

“Shit, I guess they are really dating.”

Felix took a step back, his cheeks slightly reddened.

“I guess it worked”, you cheered. “Yeah, I guess it worked”, he replied shily.

“Are you hungry?”

Felix insisted on paying but you beat him to the curb.

“Let me show you my thankfulness by buying these delicious treats and this bottle of soju. Felix, please?”

You sat down by the water and enjoyed the food, as well as your company.

“I hate drinking but with you it’s kind of fun”, he exclaimed.

“Really? I thought you were some kind of party animal on campus.”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Yeah, people love to make up a lot of stuff.”

“Speaking of people”, you turned to face him, “they have a hard time believing that you and I are dating.”

“And why is that?”

You swallowed another shot before answering.

“Well, it’s because you are you. You are popular and handsome, and you can date anyone but me? I’m a nobody. It makes sense that they are suspicious.”

Felix simply listened. He knew that you were right – in this current reality you were seen like that. Even worse, you saw yourself like that.

“Can I ask you a question?”

He nodded.

“Why are you not with anybody?”

A sad smile spread on his face.

“I have trouble opening up to people, I guess.” This caught you by surprise.

“You do?”

He nodded again.

“Yeah, it’s easy to be with someone for a short amount of time, like all the fun and physical stuff but then it’s too much for me. I don’t want to open up and let someone in, not for real anyway.”

Both of you downed another shot in silence. You would have never guessed that even if you were dating a lot, you would still feel out of love at the end of the day.

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part 1 part 3

[katswifey]

OMG HII!! I'm also a new writer alsooo! So I want to request you:3!!!

how about some deku x FEM/AFMAB!reader? pro hero deku and him talkiing to his wife after defeating a villain! her being worried and him wanting to jump make her feel good? THNX ٩(๑> ₃ <)۶♥

-LUVVY

HIII!! EEKK! I’m SO excited about requests! Consider your wish granted! Enjoy!

PS! Go check out Luvvy! She’s such a great writer!! ♡︎

Pro Hero Deku x Fem reader !!

Genre: Fluff + Smut !!

~ !Sub Izuku x !Dom fem reader ~

Warnings: Breeding, Oral, Blowjob, tit fuck, grinding, slight overstimulation, pleading/obeying!

[ ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE THE AGE 18 ]

You were pacing back and forth in your living room, eagerly awaiting your husband's return.

The time was dragging on, and it was getting late. Earlier, he had sent you a message saying he would be home by 8pm, but later you received a text saying he would be later then planned due to work and apologizing.

Being married to the top hero in Japan had its perks, but also it’s flaws. Balancing his hero duties with your relationship was challenging, but you knew he was giving his all for you.

He made efforts to spend time with you, but sometimes work got in the way. You tried you best to not let it bother you, but sometimes it hurts.

[ TEXT MSG POV ]

Izu💚: “Hey honey, I’m so sorry. I won’t be home til late again. I thought I’d be home by 8, but the agency wanted me to go out. they found these specific villains we’ve been trying to find for months. Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon and I’ll make it up to you soon, I promise. Love you <3”

You: “it’s okay Izu, I know your work is very important and difficult. I won’t make it a big deal, just stay safe and I’ll be waiting for you, love you too. 💗”

[ Izu💚 Liked your message ]

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You didn't want to cause him concern or show him that you were truly disturbed. You placed your phone on the coffee table and relaxed on the comfortable couch while watching your favorite TV show.

You ended up falling asleep on the sofa. Soon a gentle voice softly called out your name, being careful not to startle you.

“Y/n..?”

You slowly opened your eyes and were greeted by your husband. As soon as you recognized his face while still half asleep, you hugged him tightly.

“Izu!”

He sighs and returns the hug, making an effort to provide you comfort. You don't want to inconvenience him, but you always find yourself feeling anxious.

“Baby, I’m okay see? Still in one piece. I’d never ever not just come home, I’ll always come home to you. That’s a promise. You are my wife, I’d do anything for you and to keep you safe, make you happy, whatever you need. I’m so sorry I’m not here as much as you wish I was.”

The guilt look on his face deepened, you knew you weren’t upset with him deep down. He kissed your hand politely. Such a gentleman 😭💗..

“What happened out there Izu? I know you do everything you can, I’m sorry I get so worried, you are the best hero out there. Sometimes I forget I’m married to him. I just wish the agency didn’t need you as much. They shouldn’t keep relying on you all the time.”

The silence was loud until Izuku broke it. He felt bad but, didn’t know what to exactly say, not that he didn’t agree, cause he definitely did.

“That’s true, I’ve tried to point that out to my boss, but clearly that doesn’t always work. I really wanna work less to be with you hun, work on our own personal lives and have a family at some point. It’s all I ever want love.”

He’d caress you cheek gently while speaking.

“I missed you too, the villain I had to deal with was a pain in the ass to say the least. But we eventually got him taken care of, and he got arrested. We’ve been looking for him for months, so it’s about time he got what was coming. I just wanna keep everyone safe, most importantly you safe.”

You humbly accepted his apology and kissed him softly. You felt safe to say the least now, and happy he’s home now.

“It’s okay, I forgive you. It’s not even your fault, just jobs being jobs. So I don’t take it personally babe.”

You smiled at him and sat into his lap hugging him. Eventually you pulled away from the embrace and put your hand on his face gently caressing his cheek, with your other hand on his shoulder, almost around his neck. The slow movements and missing your beloved husband made you get aroused.

You just wanted to make love with your husband you hardly see anymore. Gently grinding on him at first. Izuku knows exactly what you are doing, but won’t complain. He loves it when you get like this, especially if it’s been some time since you’ve both even remotely spent time together sexually or not.

“Aha, I see you really missed me huh? Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing hun.”

He laughs eventually putting his hands on your waist. His hands slowly going down grabbing your ass, cupping it firmly. That makes you squeak slightly but you loved it.

You both knew what was about to happen, so you both went for it. You leaned into him kissing him firmly. Izuku kissed you back while cupping your ass once again.

You loved it when he’d touch you like this, you’ve been wanting it for a while now. Sloppy moans filling up the room by just kissing and grinding, you both knew you wanted to take it further.

You eventually stood up just to get on your knees in front of him. He knew what was next and honestly, he’s still pretty shy til this day about you seeing him naked. You find it cute, who wouldn’t? Being married for so long and still embarrassed is just so adorable.

You slowly unzipped his pants and took them off, he helped with his belt, and just like that. You could tell he was hard even before you took his pants off, but damn he was seriously hard for you.

The bulge peaking in his boxers made you wanna hurry, but you didn’t. Taking your sweet time with him. You took his boxers off. Izuku blushed heavily, his dick just inches away from your face.

You immediately stared at it and started stroking him. His silent moans from this made it even harder for you to not rush this.

“A-ah.. baby.. please.. use your mouth, I-i need you.. hah..”

He pleaded like a puppy, you thought it was just the cutest thing, so obedient.

“Don’t worry izu, I’ll make sure you’ll get everything you deserve.”

You took your shirt off carefully, he watched your movements. Seeing your laced bra was doing the trick, taking that off as well throwing it behind.

Your chest was bare, izuku looked flustered as usual seeing you shirtless, he loves it desperately. Carefully, you lined up your boobs against his cock to do a nice tit fuck, maybe even using your mouth as well.

His moans being so pure to the moment, the friction between the both of you.

“Fuck.. babygirl, your tits are so soft.. ah.. hah..”

You giggled at this and while giving him a pleasant tit fuck, you put his cock in your mouth. Making him a little overstimulated, you loved it. You were taking a nice bit of him down your throat while using your soft chest to your advantage.

“You think you can do two rounds baby? I really want you to cum all over my tits and face.”

He’d talk in between moans.

“I-I can.. hah.. I’d love to cum right now, b-baby please faster, I’m almost t-there..”

You loved his pleading, but because you loved it, it was time you gave him this opportunity to cum all over you. You starting going faster and eventually he came just like that all over you.

“C-cumming.. f-fuck! Ahh..hah.!”

Strings of sticky hot cum was all over your body, you had stuck out your tongue as well and caught some. You were a mess, he loved it do desperately.

“Ahh.. s-sorry baby.. I didn’t know how much I-i”

You stood up immediately and kissed him, during the kiss you sat back in his lap. Moaning in between kisses, gasps for air. Eventually you pulled off for a moment and giggled.

“It’s more than okay babes, I love when your this pent up, makes it’s more fun for the both of us, more cum for me to enjoy.”

Caressing his cheek, you slowly took off your bottoms and panties. He helped you ever so slightly, grabbing on to your body.

Slight moans fill up the room, kisses all over the place as you undress. You both have needed this desperately.

“You do things to me babygirl..”

You giggled once again at his words again. Once you got all your clothes off, you straddled his hips and positioned yourself onto him. Slowly going down on him. It felt amazing.

“H-ah.. b-baby… you’re so t-ti-tight…I can’t re-restrain myself.. hah… p-please m-move…”

The pleading made this even more enjoyable, to the both of you, he knew it excited you. With a simple nod of your, you moved your body up and down slowly continuously on his length.

The sounds of your wetness, Izuku’s cum along with your saliva made the sweetest plopping sounds. He eventually moved his hands back on to your lower waist grabbing it firmly and also slamming you down on him

Moans filled the room, and you just loved seeing his lewd face, seeing your husband, again the number one hero at your mercy.

You could just cum right now thinking about it, but the fact it’s happening right now and better than ever made hanging on for a while longer so much more enjoyable. Eventually the pace increased.

“F-fuck! I-izu.. a-ah.. har-harder!”

Moans, whimpers and groans echoing throughout the house. He took your request to heart and started being more rough while pounding into to you. He loved watching your body move on him, especially seeing your chest bounce in his face.

Getting fucked like this was a dream to you, Izuku is definitely not as dominant as he seems to be, but man did you love it when he had this pent up energy to just rail you, but also doing so while you are in charge still.

“I-izu! I-I’m about— t-to cum..!”

You yelped while continuously going up and down on his cock, but also with Izuku moving his hips and slamming you onto him with great speed and force.

“C-cum with me b-baby.. hah… do it for me sweetheart..!”

Higher pitched moans filled the room once more and one loud moan released from the both of you. He came inside of you, and you came on his cock. He loved it just as much as you did. He’s never bred you before, but he knew it’s something you wanted to happen.

“Ahh.. hah… I-Izuku… I- I missed you.. so.. so much..”

Hugging him while he was still inside of you. He giggled and comforted you with a warm and gentle hug back.

“I-i.. missed you too my love, I promise we will have our own time more often.. hah..”

Both of you still out of breath from the hottest sex you’ve both had in a long time with each other.

“I love you, so much.”

He kissed your forehead moving your hair out of your face.

“Let’s get cleaned up, and we can relax. This will be our time babe, I’ll be taking tomorrow off.”

He smiled at you, he felt bad for taking to much time away from you. He loved his job, it’s something he’s worked for, for most of his life.

But it’s good to put the important people first, take the chances you can with that special person. You smiled and nodded at him.

“Mhm!”

You eased yourself off of him and both of you started walking to the bathroom to take a nice relaxing shower together.

“Can we watch a Disney movie!! There’s this one film that I’ve seen on Disney plus but never sat down to actually watch it.”

Excitement you felt just remotely spending time with him. He laughed and felt so lucky to have you as his wife.

“Haha! Of course babe, anything for you.”

— [ Time skip after the shower! ] —

You both dried off and got some comfortable pjs on, of course you put on only some panties and one of Izuku’s all might shirts, it was pretty big on you but that made it even better.

As soon as you both get settled down, you both laid in bed snuggling together while watching [Fav Disney film] basically though you fell asleep half way through the movie.

Izuku was still watching until he noticed you were out. He laughed to himself in awe and kissed your cheek and turned off the TV.

“Good night sweetheart..”

And just like that, a night I’d say successful in a wholesome and sexy way…

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A/n: I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!!! My first actual smut on my blog!! ^w^ I love me some Izuku content <3

[natashaslesbian]

Could you do a Scarlett x Lizzie x daughter reader

The reader is like 5/6 and Scarlett and Lizzie just had our little sister ( rose) and they stoped playing us as much attention as we are used too so we start acting out to get attention

Forgotten

Word Count: 848

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You sat patiently in your chair, kicking your feet with excitement. You were about to meet your baby sister and you were ecstatic, the last 9 months had been torture for you. You were over the moon when Lizzie and Scarlett told you they were having another baby, you vowed to be the best big sister ever. You were pulled from your thoughts when the door opened and the familiar voices of your mothers filled your ears. “We’re home!” Scarlett called down the hall. You raced on your little feet to find your moms and Yelena had to hold you back from jumping on the newborn. “Sissy sissy!” You exclaimed reaching out your arms to the bundle in Lizzie’s arm. “Hold on little one” Yelena said as she lead you back to the couch “wanna meet my sister!” You said. “We’re coming I promise” Lizzie said.

You bounced in your seat as your Lizzie came walking over “hi mommy!” You waved “hi baby” she said “are you ready to meet your sister?” Lizzie asked. “Yes yes yes!” You yelled happily “shhh sweetie, we have to stay nice and calm okay” Scarlett said as she sat down next to you “okay I will” you said, just wanting to finally meet your new sibling. Lizzie passed the baby to Scarlett and showed you how to place your arms “here she is y/n, meet Rose” your mama said as she gently placed the newborn into your arms. Your eyes lit up when you saw Rose’s little features, as soon as you had hold of her you wrapped your arms snug around her “hi Rose, I’m your big sister!” You beamed down at the baby “I’m gonna take such good care of you” you said. Scarlett and Lizzie stood in awe of their little girls.

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It was a year later now, Rose’s first birthday party was last week and as usual you had been left behind in the celebrations. When your moms first brought Rose home, you were thrilled, you had always told Scarlett and Lizzie how much you wanted to have a sibling and you were so excited to be the best big sister you could be. You still loved Rose with all your heart but these days it felt like she was the golden child and you had been pushed aside. Your sisters achievements always seemed to overshadow yours, even when you finished your school year at top of the class your moms seemed more interested that Rose had figured out how to walk.

You were playing on the carpet with Rose, Scarlett and Lizzie were in the kitchen getting dinner ready. “Rosie stop!” You called out as your sister crawled over your Lego set, knocking it to the floor. “What’s going on girls” Scarlett said as she came into the room. “Rosie knocked down my tower mama!” You whined “oh y/n I’m sure she didn’t mean to, did you sweet girl” your mama said as she lifted Rose up in her arms. The little girl babbled in her mother’s arms “you can build it again can’t you?” Scarlett asked. You huffed in annoyance and threw your fists in the air “no!” You screamed “stupid Rose go away!” You cried. “Y/n!” Your mom shouted as she entered the room “don’t you dare speak like that about your sister, go to your room, now!” Lizzie angrily said.

You weren’t allowed to join your family for dinner, having to wait until they were all done as you had upset Rose. You ate your pasta alone at the dinner table as you whined and fussed. “Y/n eat your dinner” Lizzie said as she shuffled around the kitchen “wanted to sit with you” you cried “well you should’ve thought of that before you were nasty to your sister” your mommy said with a raised eyebrow. “She ruined my Lego!” You sobbed “I’m sorry” you pleaded to Lizzie. “That’s enough y/n, mamas trying to get Rose to sleep so you need to stop shouting” Lizzie said. “Why is it always about Rose!” You cried out. “Right that’s it go to bed!” Your mom shouted as she ushered you towards the staircase.

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You continued to disobey your mothers for the next few days, you were finally getting their attention so it must’ve been the right thing to do. It was early afternoon when Scarlett’s phone rang, she hopped up off the couch leaving her wife and youngest watching their movie. Rose sleepily curled into Lizzie’s side and the brunette pulled her up to lay on her chest. After a few minuets Scarlett returned in a huff “I’ve gotta go get y/n from school” she said. “What why?” Lizzie worryingly said “she hit her classmate” your mama said in disbelief. “What!” Lizzie quietly shouted as not to wake a now sleeping Rose “why would she do something like that?” She questioned. “I have no idea, I’ll go grab her and we’ll get to the bottom of this” Scarlett said as she collected her keys.

Your mom didn’t say a word to you when she collected you, the car ride back was torturous. When you got home, Lizzie was waiting at the kitchen table. Scarlett took a seat next to her and you followed their eye-line and sat down opposite them. “Y/n” your mama said causing you to look up at her “your behaviour recently has been completely unacceptable” Lizzie said “you’ve been miss behaving at home and now at school, it is not okay at all” Scarlett added. “I’m sorry” you mumbled “I think you owe us an explanation baby” your mom said with a softer tone, you answered by shrugging your shoulders unsure what to say. “You’re in big trouble y/n don’t make this worse” Lizzie said angrily.

You felt your bottom lip begin to quiver “I’m sorry” you cried, shrinking into yourself. Although you were in trouble, your moms couldn’t stand to see you upset. Scarlett moved around the table to crouch down next you “if you won’t tell us why you did it, can you tell us how you’re feeling?” She asked “sad” you mumbled. “Why are you feeling sad baby” Lizzie said across the table “because you don’t care about me any more” you sobbed. “Y/n that’s not true!” Lizzie exclaimed “you only care about Rosie now” you cried out. “Oh baby” Scarlett said as she lifted you up and sat you on her hip, Lizzie came over and hugged you both tightly “sweetie we love you so much” she said “you’re the one who made us mommies, you are everything to us, just as equally as your sister” Scarlett said.

“I know it’s been hard having to get used to sharing our attention but not one of you is more important than the other” Lizzie said, kissing your forehead. “You’re such a big girl now that you don’t need as much help with things as Rose does, but we’re still your moms and you can talk to us about anything” Scarlett said. You leant into your mom’s embrace, quietly sniffling. “We’re sorry you’ve felt ignored y/n, from now on we’re gonna show you just how much we love you okay” Lizzie said, taking you from Scarlett’s arms into her own. You settled into her warmth, content with what they had said. You knew now that your moms loved you just as much as Rose and you loved all three women with your whole heart.

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[pimosworld]

Santa’s a home wrecker

Pairing-Triple Frontier boys x f!reader

Summary- A little kiss leads to a Christmas morning misunderstanding.

CW-18+, Fluff, so much fluff, Kissing Santa, Pregnancy hormones, tf boys being great parents, polyamorous relationship, navigating a mixed family.

WK-1.6K

A/N- Set in the story of us universe but obviously in the future. We jumped way ahead here folks but I hope you love this fluffy snippet into their future lives.

Not beta read

[Series Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

It’s a little easier now since they let you sleep on the end, but it’s still a chore to roll out of bed with your heavily pregnant belly in tow. You sit on the edge for a moment trying to soothe yourself as the kicks come in quick succession. 

  You try as quietly as you can to make your way out of the bedroom, stealing a glance at Ben’s large form sprawled across Frankie in the most uncomfortable way. 

  You're wrapped up in your fluffy red robe, an early Christmas gift from the boys that you’ve been living in for the last month or so while you grow out of everything else you own. 

  The house is quiet and warm as you shuffle down the hallway and smells like cinnamon apples from the pies you made for Christmas Day. 

  A peek into the spare bedroom shows you a glimpse into most of your nights when it's Santiago’s turn to put the kids down for bed. 

  He’s snoring in the chair that sits between Camila and little Santiago’s beds. Both children slumbering away as they dream about the most exciting day of the year. 

  Some rustling is coming from the living room and you round the corner to a site that will never cease to make you smile. The boys take turns being Santa every year and they never do anything halfway. Your arms are crossed as you lean against the wall staring at the rich, dark red velvet material bent over in front of the tree. Deliberately placing gifts from the giant red bag in various spots. 

  You let out a low whistle as you make your way towards the bearded man. “Santa has a nice ass.” 

  He chuckles and stands gesturing with his arms for you to come to him. It’s a bit of a struggle now to be held but he still makes you feel all warm and fuzzy as you sway in the living room in front of the lowlights of the tree. You humm as he rubs your belly, somehow the kicking stops as if the baby taking up home inside knows whose hands are caressing you. 

  “How’s mama doing?” He asks as he kisses your neck, the fluff from his beard tickling you slightly. 

  “I’m tired…someone keeps kicking me.” You sigh into his touch as he drops to his knees, his fingers kneading that spot in your back that he knows pains you throughout the day. 

  “Hey little guy.” He speaks so softly in some adorable voice he’s made up. 

  “He’s a big guy, Will…a very big guy.” You know well enough having been told ad nauseum Miller babies are big.

  “Hey big guy…I need you to give your momma a rest so she can enjoy tomorrow okay?” He holds his ear to your belly and nods. When he looks up at you all you can make out is those piercing blue eyes nestled between the red hat and white beard. “He said okay.” 

  A small tear escapes as he kisses your belly and stands again. You can’t even blame it on the hormones. 

  “Go lay down, I’ll bring you some tea when I finish here.” One last kiss to your lips and he’s shooing you away so he can complete his Santa duties and enjoy his peanut butter cookies special request. 

  ****

  Frankie stacks the pancakes high on the plate next to the stove, as he moves on to the eggs and bacon. 

  Ben hasn’t said a word just eyeing the food as you enjoy your morning tea, surprised the kids haven’t graced you with their presence yet. 

  Santi’s creaking bones enter the kitchen before he’s seen as he cracks his back in the hallway. Frankie laughs from the stove as he flips the bacon perfectly somehow never burning it. 

  “Laugh it up hermano.” He leans down and kisses your forehead before heading over to the fresh coffee pot. 

  “I’m not the one that keeps falling asleep in the chair.” 

  You hear the sound of hurried footsteps down the hallway as Camila quickly emerges into the kitchen beaming from ear to ear. She barrels into Frankie hugging him from behind as he reaches around and ruffles her long black curls. “Buenos Días papá.” 

  “Buenos Días mi amor.” 

  Frankie kisses her forehead and she makes her way over to you and Santi to say her good mornings and receive hugs and kisses. 

  She climbs into Ben’s lap forgoing an open seat as she waits for breakfast to finish. The way the two of them could eat you were worried about welcoming another Miller into the household for lack of food resources. 

  “Good Morning daddy.” She wraps her little arms around him and it’s a feeling he’ll never get used to. 

  “Good morning honey.” She stole your nickname early on when she could look so sweet at them and instantly get her way. 

  There was a rule from the beginning that there would be no distinction unless medically necessary between the fathers. They were all fathers and that’s all that mattered. 

  “Sweetie, where's Santiago?” She looks slightly uncomfortable as she leans in and whispers something in Ben’s ear. 

  “He’s not coming?” Ben looks over to you as Santi looks to Frankie now done cooking breakfast. 

  She leans in again whispering something as Ben’s eyes widen. He has to bite his cheek to keep from laughing at the situation that he knows will need to be handled swiftly. 

  “He doesn’t want to open presents from a home wrecker.” 

  You’re grateful you hadn’t taken a sip of your tea or it would’ve been all over your new robe. 

  Frankie flicks off the stove and heads over to the table. “How do you even know that word, young lady?”  

  Ben leans in whispering something in her ear and she relaxes slightly. 

  “Well…ugh.” She’s in the hot seat by way of Santi much like her father often does to other people. You lay your hand on hers and wince slightly cursing this baby for picking the most opportune moments to make himself known. 

  “Camila it’s okay, you can tell me…you’re not in trouble.” 

  “Tia Marí said Tio John kissed a homewrecker and that’s why they’re not together anymore.” It comes out all rushed and flustered and you're trying not to giggle at her panicked confession. 

  Frankie points at Santi while he still looks on confused. “Your sister is off babysitting duty for a while.”

  Santi scrubs his hand down his face. “I'm still not following.” 

  Ben places his hands over her ears so she can’t hear. “Will was Santa last night.” He grits out as she giggles.

Santiago must have woken up and seen you kissing “Santa”.

  “Daddy I can’t hear anything.” He starts tickling her as she squeals in delight. 

  “Good because if you did, you wouldn’t get any presents.” They continue their giggles as you let out a long sigh. 

  “We’re gonna eat breakfast while you two go handle that.” Frankie starts serving up plates as Ben and Camila clap in excitement. 

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  Santiago is face down in the blankets when you enter his room. He was a deep sleeper so it was pretty obvious when he was pretending. His little breaths are coming in shallow like he just ran here and plopped himself down. 

  You have a seat on the edge as Santi sits in the chair beside him. 

  Santi rubs his back hoping to calm him a little before he speaks. “Hey bud, you want to tell me what’s wrong?” 

  Inaudible mumbles come from the pillow and you bite down on your tongue at the mirror image. Payback for all the time Santi made someone chase him for a simple misunderstanding coming back ten fold. 

  “I didn’t hear you mijo, que pasó.” He slowly rolls him over as Santiago rubs his red eyes. 

  “I…don’t want…I don’t want.” He’s sniffling and Santi tries to calm him so he can catch his breath. 

  “Deep breaths bud.” 

  He shakily inhales and wipes his little hands on the blanket. “I don’t want Santa to break up our home.” 

  You could kill Maria for almost ruining Christmas morning, but you know one day you’ll get to tell this hilarious story to your children when they’re all grown up. You let Santiago take the reins even though you did kiss Santa. This was not your mess to clean up. 

  “Santiago, no one is breaking up our home. I love your mama very much.” Santiago crawls over to you as you wrap him up in your arms, kissing his unruly brown locks. 

  “You promise?” Your heart breaks a little as those little puppy dog eyes look up at you. 

  “Yes we promise.” He exhales as he relaxes in your arms and you look up at Santi incredulously. 

  “Santa is my friend…he’s allowed to kiss your mama.” Santiago looks up at his dad with pure shock written all over his face. 

  “WHAT!” He balks at him as you burst into a fit of laughter. 

  “HO, HO,HO…” The boisterous sound echoes down the hallway from the living room. 

  Santiago scrambles off your lap as you fall back with an oomph. Your belly won’t allow anymore movements like that so you succumb to the comfort of his tiny car bed, as his father chases after him. 

  ****

  Camila is standing in front of the tree as Santa hands her the first gift. 

  “Well hello little boy, would you like a gift from Santa?” 

  He runs up to him with his hands on his hips as he pokes him in the surprisingly hard belly. “Next time just drop off the gifts and go.” 

  Will looks up confused by his son's words as Frankie and Benny are losing it in the kitchen. 

  Santi stands there in the same stance. 

  “Don’t worry I’ll explain later.” 

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[thegreymarveljedi]

Positive

(Wrecker x Jedi! Reader)

Here is a fic that I am actually quite proud of! I wrote this for another fandom again but I made it into a Star Wars Fanfic because I am much more connected to start wars than I am this other fandom anymore.

This is a Wrecker story because I think our gentle giant needs some love! He deserves to be happy especially after everything the batch has gone through. This also takes place post! Tantiss but before the time jump. Also, Tech is alive in this because NO. I STILL REFUSE TO BELIEVE MY BOY IS DEAD.

Another side note is that Dalia, Pabu’s nurse, is actually a character from a Hunter x Reader series written by @hugmekenobi . If you haven’t checked out their work before do it!! It’s worth your time and love!

And as always, things work the way I need them to in this story. Don’t question it🤫

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks, pregnancy, injury, hurt/comfort, tears, FLUFF, babies, giving birth, Crosshair deserves love, Tech is an over explainer, Wrecker and the boys deserve a break, lots of use of Mando’a, Wrecker being a gentle giant, this is just a lot of fluff okay?

Words: 6.7K

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Positive.

That was the only thing running through my mind as I sat in the fresher with Phee standing behind me.

Positive.

The 3, 8'' white sticks in front of me were telling me something that would dictate the rest of my life forever.

"Oh my fucking God..." I whispered to myself over and over again as Phee squealed with delight behind me. She had no idea what sort of internal battle I was facing.

Should I be happy? should I be scared? Excited or what? I didn't know what to think; what to feel. It wasn’t the ideal time for this especially since Wrecker wasn’t here. He and the rest of the Batch had left for a few rotations to help Echo and Rex. The Batch was retiring but Wrecker and I had only just got married. We hadn’t talked about starting a family yet.

Suddenly everything felt so overwhelming that I started to hyperventilate. The walls felt constricting and it was getting harder and harder to breath.

Phee noticed my panicked and immediately took charge, helping me to my bed as she called to Lyana and Omega to run to the kitchen to get water and an ice pack for me.

“(Y/N) hun, you need to breathe! Follow my breathing," Phee instructed me, placing both hands in my shoulders gently and having me make eyes contact with her. I did just that as she breathed with me, showing me how to match hers. Soon Omega and Lyana entered the room, both looking concerned, Omega more worried than she needed to be.

“What happened? Are you okay (Y/N),” Omega asked. I didn’t speak a word yet as Phee continued to coach me through the breathing exercises. After another few minutes, eventually my breathing evened out and I drank the water that the girls had brought me.��Phee had me lay down, adjusting the pillows and placing the ice pack on my forehead.

“Give her a sec Omega,” Phee whispered gently, helping her onto the bed along with Lyana. We all sat in silence until it finally seemed to register in my mind. 'I'm pregnant.' I just stared up at the ceiling with the ice pack on my forehead in thought, not really paying attention to the three ladies that sat on my bed.

"(Y/N)?" Omega asked cautiously, taking one of my hands in both of her’s. All I could respond with was a 'hmm', "are you okay? What happened?"

I sat up and looked at Omega then to Phee and Lyana, tears in my eyes and some already streaming down my face. Omega instantly hugged me while I cried my heart out, stroking my hair and trying to understand what was going on. It took a while but I finally managed to calm down and talk properly, taking Omega’s hands in mine again.

“I’m pregnant Omega,” I said and she gasped, looking at me intensely before she cheered. She stood up, hopping around the room for a minute before she noticed that I didn’t share her sentiment. She frowned and came back to the bed, looking to Phee and then to me with a curious look.

"I don't know how to feel. I don't know what I'm going to do. Yes Wrecker and I have been together for a few years and we’re married now but I don't know if he's ready. Hell I don't know if I'm ready. We haven’t spoken about starting a family yet, we haven’t even fully settled into married life! How am I supposed to tell him that I pregnant?" I said as tears returned and threatened to fall again.

"Aww honey," Phee said and pulled me into another hug. Omega and Lyana joined in as they worked to comfort me.

“Do you want me to ask my dad to call them back?” Lyana said, pulling away slightly and I shook my head, not trusting myself with words.

“Can you girls give us a moment?” Phee asked Lyana and Omega, not wanting the girls to be here for the next few questions she was going to ask. They both nodded and hopped off the bed, Omega giving me one last look before she and Lyana left and closed the door.

Phee patted my back as she took a moment to think, “Trust me (Y/N), I have heard Wrecker talkin’ to the other guys and say on more than one occasion that he wanted kids. That's something he's always wanted according to Tech and he wants to have kids with you. He wants to raise them with you and he wants to be there for you,” Phee said making a faint smile appear on my lips. "If you don't believe me just ask Tech or Hunter or even Crosshair when they come back."

“Really?” I asked, wiping my eyes and placing the ice pack back on my forehead and holding it there. She nodded and placed a hand on my knee in reassurance.

“Sometimes I can overhear Wrecker talking to Tech even when he try’s to be quiet. And Tech tells me almost everything so," She said with a chuckle making me giggle a little. I smiled and nodded, giving her another hug before she stood up and left the room, bidding me a good rest as she went downstairs to entertain the girls. I lay there in my bed, thinking about everything I had been through with the bad batch from the start of the war up until now. There had been so much and Wrecker had stuck by me through everything.

I thought about how he was with Omega as well, treating her as if she was his own. That made me chuckle, thinking about how The Bad Batch, had become more of like ‘The Dad Batch’ since Omega came along. I smiled and ran the idea through my head a little more thinking about how maybe Phee was right. Maybe Wrecker would be happy.

~Time Skip~

3 month later

It's been 3 months and I still haven't told Wrecker I’m pregnant. I was now 20 weeks along and I was a bit bigger than I expected. It was getting a little harder to hide from him and the rest of the squad, my clothing changing to hide my stomach as well as my appetite. I was even surprised that Hunter hadn’t caught on yet, or maybe he had but hadn’t said anything.

I was anxious and scared. I didn’t want Wrecker to be angry with me even if Phee and Omega had reassured me that he wouldn’t be. I was thinking of ways to tell the squad; To finally tell Wrecker I was pregnant.

Daily life wasn’t hard on Pabu. Now that the boys were back home from helping Rex, they all settled into the domestic life well. There was no more running from the empire or missions to go on but it was still scary to think of. What if the Empire came back? What if Wrecker went on another mission with the clone rebellion and didn’t come back? I didn't want anyone to get suspicious about my new routine, having had to change a lot of what I was doing to accommodate the coming baby.

Phee had been telling me to take it easy, even if we weren’t going on missions anymore. She warned me not to do anything silly or to lift anything without Wrecker’s help. She was right one day when she told me not to try and move a shelf from the upstairs of our home to the downstairs with the boys help. I should have listened to her.

Everything was going smoothly, I had moved everything off the shelf, cleared the way for myself to move the shelf and I knew where I wanted it. What I didn’t account for was my bladder filling up as quickly as it did or how fatigued my muscles actually were.

I had gotten the shelf to the 3 step from the top before suddenly I stopped, a shooting muscle pain in my lower back that carried through to my stomach. I felt myself cramp up, my body not handling the stress of heavy lifting well. I hadn’t even thought to use the force for this job, my pregnancy hormones clouding my mind a little.

I could hear the front door opening and the sound of Wrecker and Crosshairs voices as the came in. I lost my footing and hold on the shelf, losing my valence and grip as i tumbled down the steps and onto the floor. My head hit the ground as I heard Wrecker call my name, feeling the heavy weight of the shelf land on top of me. The last thing I saw and heard was Wrecker and Crosshair running towards me, yelling my name before I blacked out.

~Time Skip~

The next time I woke was to peoples voices screaming for help and a pain in my stomach and head. My hands immediately flew to my stomach, wanting to make sure I still had my baby.

"We’re loosing them! I need help!"

"She's loosing blood fast!"

"She's awake! Hit her again!"

I looked around the room slowly before feeling my eyes get heavy and I blacked out again.

~Time skip~

I awoke again to a dull throbbing in my head and someone grasping my hand, my eyes still partially closed. When I finally felt awake enough, I slowly looked around and observed my surrounding. I sighed when I noticed that I had been brought to the island clinic, the smell of bacta prominent, though the ocean breeze through the window brought in the smell of flowers.

My eyes wondered to the figure sitting down grasping my hand. Wrecker. He was rubbing gently circles on the back of my hand with one hand and with the other he was gently rubbing your baby bump while humming a soft tune.

Wait...BABY BUMP! I sat up quickly and immediately regretted it when pain shot through my head and my spine. I screamed and laid back down as Wrecker sat up and helped me.

"Don't try and move! It took Tech and one of the other nurses a while but they managed to stop the bleeding and save the babies. You-yo-“ Wrecker couldn't finish his sentence as he broke down crying and held my hand tightly.

I looked away from Wrecker, disappointed in myself. I made the man I love cry. I shed tears and started sobbing, only making my headache worse. Wrecker quickly wrapped me in a gentle hug as we cried together.

When we both managed to calm down, Wrecker looked me in the eyes and held my chin firmly but gently so I couldn't turn away. All he asked was...

"Why?"

I closed my eyes as the tears started to form again. I was too afraid to look at him and see the disappointment and anger in his eyes. Wrecker cupped my cheeks and ran his thumb across my cheek bones, hoping that I would open up to him. His touch was reassuring, even if I felt like the weight of the world was still crashing down on me.

"Mesh’la, why didn't you tell you were pregnant?" He didn't sound angry or upset, though by the tone of his voice and how his life force sounded sad.

By now I was crying again, so much so that I couldn't get a coherent sentence out and it was getting harder to breathe. I felt constricted, my chest felt tight and my hands were getting clammy. My cheeks were heating up and my head began to pound even more.

Suddenly Wrecker kissed me and immediately everything around us disappeared. In that split moment, it was just Wrecker and I, together alone with nothing else around. It was a gentle kiss full of love and reassurance, Wreckers way of telling me not to panic. My breathing evened out slowly and my mind began clear, the force around us helping to ease my pain. Slowly Wrecker pulled away from the kiss and looked at me, love and adoration swirling in his eyes.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at back at him, my eyes conveying a wordless apology. He was smiling at me with a smile that melted my heart, my insecurities telling me that I wasn’t worthy of his love or his big heart and I couldn’t tell he knew what I was thinking. He moved his right hand to my left cheek, running his thumb over it softly. I sighed and moved my hand to cover his on my cheek.

"I didn't tell you because I didn’t know if you wanted kids. We’ve been through so much in just the last year that it didn’t seem like a good time. I was so scared to tell you that I was pregnant and Phee kept telling me that you wanted kids because she heard you talking to Tech and the others about it a few times but I didn't believe her. I was so scared. She told me not to do anything stupid or do any heavy lifting without you because she didn't want me and the baby getting hurt. I should've listened to her and I should've told you,” I looked into his eyes for the last part, tears gathering again but not falling.

Wrecker let out a loud boisterous chuckle, shaking his head with a smile on his face, "No wonder she and Tech kept pestering me about kids."

My eyes widened as I looked at him, my heart beginning to race again, "THEY TOLD YOU!" I almost screamed, instantly regretting it when my head throbbed once more. Wrecker chuckled again and kissed my forehead, smothering my hair gently and being mindful of the stitches I had received, "They didn't tell me out right but they did try to hint at it but I was so oblivious too it."

That made me smile, knowing that Wrecker could be very oblivious at times. But that was something I adored about him, his innocence in certain moments. Wrecker and I sat in silence for a few more minutes before a knock on the door interrupted it, Tech opening the door slowly with the rest of the squad, Phee, Shep and Lyana in tow.

I smiled and told Tech to come in, everyone else following close behind. The room was big enough for everyone to fit comfortably, everyone finding a seat or a place to stand. Omega looked at me and silently asked if she could sit on the bed to which I nodded, making a little space as she hopped up.

"So, you’re pregnant with Wrecker’s kid?" Crosshair drawled on, a toothpick ever present between his lips as he smirked at us. I smiled and moved my hands down to my belly, Wrecker following suit as we both smiled at one another. Crosshair rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face, Hunter chuckling as Tech came over to the medical computer next to my bed.

"Yes she is~" Wrecker said proudly. Omega was beaming as Hunter smiled at his younger brother. Crosshair had a smirk on his face and Tech looked over to Phee with a small smile of his own, the pirate explorer returning it. Tech turned back to the screen and pushed a few buttons before turning it to face Wrecker and I.

“Alright general, according to yo-“

“Tech, we’ve talked about this.”

“I apologize gene-, (Y/N) force of habit.”

“It’s okay Tech,” I said and smiled at him. I hadn’t gone by ‘General’ since the end of the war and even then I wanted them to use my first name, It felt more normal.

"What is it Tech?” Hunter asked, wanting his younger brother to say what he needed too.

"Well, according to these charts, it is safe to say that you are pregnant with twins which is odd considering clones genetically shou-" Tech said and began to ramble on before Crosshair slapped him on the back.

“We get it genius, no need for a long winded explanation,” Crosshair said and Tech grumbled something about just being fascinated as Phee came over and kissed his cheek.

“It’s okay Brown eyes, we can talk about it when we get home,” she said and Tech smiled gratefully, happy to have someone who would listen to his rambling.

Wrecker and I were still grappling with the shock of the news as Omega squealed and hugged me. Hunter patted Wrecker on the back as he stood up and shouted with joy, a huge grin on his face. Shep and Lyana congratulated us both, both of them giving Wrecker a big hug as he went in for one. I laughed at the sight, smiling at my amazing husband. Wrecker came up to me and gave me a hug next, letting tears fall from his eyes as I smiled at him, my own eyes watering as I kissed him.

"Would you like to know the genders?" Tech asked us, looking at Hunter and Crosshair as well as Omega. Wrecker and I looked at each other as the other’s looked at us, all also curious about what we’d say.

"Yes!" We said together, everyone in the room smiling as Tech pushed a few more buttons and then pulled up the results, both descriptions being displayed on the screen.

“It appears that you are having one girl and one boy, congratulations Vod,” Tech said and gave us both a small smile.

“Congratulations Vod. I proud of you,” Hunter said and gave Wrecker a hug, his younger brother smiling and wiping away a few tears that had gathered at the corner of his eyes.

“I’m going to be an Aunt!” Omega cheered, everyone laughing along with her. Phee rested her head in Tech’s shoulder as Crosshair gave Wrecker a playful punch to his shoulder, letting his guard down for a moment and allowing himself to feel for his brother. Wrecker didn’t say anything but he gave Crosshair a wide grin and a mouthed ‘thank you’. Omega hugged me, being mindful of my baby bump as well as my head, my injuries still fresh and raw even after some bacta.

Shep and Lyana congratulated us as well, Shep offering to have a party thrown for us as a congratulations. We all talked until the early hours of the morning, everyone slowly but surely leaving the room until it was just me and Steve. The rest of the team had returned to the house that Shep had gifted us when we all made the decision to stay, all of them needing to get rest as well as clean up the mess that I accidentally made.

Wrecker and I sat together, speaking quietly together before I let out a big yawn, the reality of the day finally setting in fully. Wrecker smiled and placed his hand in my cheek, stroking it softly as I smiled tiredly at him.

"Get some sleep cyar’ika, it's been a long day for you," Wrecker said and kissed my forehead, my tired smile growing a little wider as my eyes struggled to stay open, "I'll be here when you wake up,"

I smiled and closed my eyes, squeezing his hand gently. "I love you Jariler, so so much," I said before letting myself fully relax into the bed, sleep coming to me quicker than expected.

"I love you too, Ner Sarad, ner riduur. So much more than words can say,” Wrecker said as I finally fell asleep, feeling his hand in mine and one resting gently on my belly.

~Time skip~

A week later I was placed in a hover chair and with the help of Wrecker along with Tech’s guidance. I was allowed to return to home. When Wrecker helped me through the door, there was a loud roar of applause and cheers, the house filled with familiar faces and voices. My eyes went wide as they swept the room, seeing Echo, Rex, Howzer and all the clones that the boys had rescued from Tantis and a few others. And among those faces was,

“CODY!” You screamed happily and tried to stand, stumbling a little until Wrecker caught you. You smiled gratefully at your husband before Cody came up to you and enveloped you in a hug.

“I thought you were dead,” you whispered as tears sprung to your eyes. Cody had been one of your best friends in the GAR during the war, always by your side when the batch worked with the 212th. When the order had gone out, you were afraid for both he and Obi-wan and until now you didn’t know what happened to him.

Obi-wan had found a way to make contact with you somehow but had told you not to reply and that he was alive and well at the moment. You had wanted to respond so badly, wanted to ask where he was and what happened but you respected the Jedi master to much to go against him.

“It’s great to see you alive vod’ika,” Cody said as the rest of the batch came up to you both. Crosshair gave Cody a brotherly punch to the shoulder, smiling at the commander who, inadvertently, helped him to open his eyes to the flaws of the empire.

The rest of the night was spent celebrating, music playing, laughter present and stories being told. Everyone congratulated Wrecker and I as we celebrated with food, cake and drinks; non alcoholic for me of course.

I thanked the Shep and the boys for the party as we all sat and watched a holofilm, everyone gathering in the living room. The atmosphere felt so comfortable and loving, like there wasn’t a care in the world. After the holo was over, Hunter took a sleeping Omega up to bed, Crosshair and Tech bidding farewell to the rest of the clones as Shep led them to the island ‘hotel’ for the night. Wrecker and I bid everyone a goodnight as well as Wrecker picked me up, my eyes, drooping slowly as a tired but content smile graced my lips.

Wrecker carried me up the stairs to our room, placing me down on the edge and helping me change out of my daytime clothes. I smiled as Wrecker quickly got undressed himself, throwing both of our outfits into the laundry hamper before helping me lay down and tucking me in. He climbed in after me, gently wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in my hair.

"I'm glad you’re home safe Cyare," Wrecker mumbled, placing a kiss to the crown of my head before moving down, burying his head in my neck. I laughed and kissed his forehead, careful not to move too much.

"Goodnight ner Jariler,” I said as my eyes slowly closed, my mind clear of everything but the thought of my little family here on Pabu.

"Goodnight Mesh’la, and goodnight ner ad’ika," Wrecker said and rubbed my belly, his warm hands making me feel so safe and secure. I giggled, placing my hand over his as he rubbed circles on my belly. Time slowed down as I drifted to sleep, my world complete with my husband and my little ones.

~Time Skip~

I made a speedy recovery thanks to the squad, all of them doting on me even when they didn’t need to. It was something they all agreed to do, not wanting me to get hurt again. Wrecker was especially fussy, not wanting me to do anything that he could do for me. It was cute but sometimes suffocating. We talked about it a few times and he always apologized to me but I understood his heart was in the right place.

We all spent lots of time talking about names, everyone throwing in good suggestions as well as some joking ones. Wrecker and I had finally come to a decision regarding the names and we were both very happy with them.

Shep had also been checking in on us, speaking with Hunter and Wrecker about gifting each of the squad members their own home; All of them needing a space to themselves. The houses would obviously be close by one another but Crosshair, Hunter, Wrecker and Tech would all have a place of their own to call home.

The decision had been made by both Wrecker and I when I was about 7 months along, wanting at least a couple months to prep a room for our babies. The squad had been so helpful with it, making us things to add to our home and for the babies.

I was close to my due date now, I felt like I could pop any moment. My feet were sore and I felt sick, but I was excited, the thought that I’d be holding my babies in my arms soon enough. Wrecker had been helping me to get around the house, everything already having been baby proofed as a precaution.

Right now Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair, Tech, Phee, Echo and I were sat in the living room of mine and Wreckers home, Omega out and about with Lyana. I sat with head against Wreckers shoulder, his hand on my thigh and mine on top of his.

Cross was in the middle of telling a joke when I yelped, my hands immediately flying to my stomach. The others looked at me worriedly before I felt a gush of water between my legs, the waterproof pad under me doing well to keep the couch from getting ruined.

Wrecker put his glass of water down on the caf table and looked at me with worried eyes. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" He asked cautiously, placing one of his hands on top of mine and the other finding its way to my lower back.

I shook my head and looked at him. "My water broke," I said quietly. Wrecker gasped and began fussing over me as he helped me up off the couch.

"Let’s get you to your room,” Tech said and he and Wrecker helped me up the steps, Echo taking Hunter out of the house for a walk around the neighborhood. It’s not that he didn’t want to be there for his Vod, but his heightened sense wouldn’t allow him to be there with all the smells and noises. Phee wasn’t far behind us as she commed Dalia, the island nurse, that I was in active labour.

Crosshair helped lay me on the bed as Tech got all the necessary equipment ready, Dalia showing up not long after I had been laid down. I smiled at the kind woman, feeling all the nerves and emotions of labour hitting me.

“Alright Cross, out you go,” Dalia said, showing the snarky sniper out of the room.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he said and walked briskly out of the room and out of the house, hoping to find Hunter and Echo no to far away.

“You too Tech,” she said and Tech pouted ready to protest but it was Wrecker who shook his head in disagreement.

“I want him to stay and keep tabs on (Y/N)’s vitals. As long as you’re NOT recording this,” Wrecker said and looked pointedly at his younger brother. Tech held his hands up in defence and nodded, pressing the button on his goggles to stop recording, Phee coming over to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek before she walked over to Dalia to see if she needed any help.

They positioned me to where I needed to be, moving me around a little and getting everything ready that needed to be. Wrecker was by my side the whole time, ready and waiting to support me as I pushed out his babies. And they were expected to be big, I mean look at Wrecker! Thats all you need to do.

I winced in pain as I felt a contraction hit, my head falling back into my pillow as Wrecker held my hand. I was grateful for his unwavering support through everything, he was my rock and my life line.

Dalia positioned my legs how she needed them and gasped as she put her gloves on, “She's already 10cm dilated! Get the towels ready!" She said to Tech and Phee than turned to me, "When the next contraction hits push, okay?" I nodded in response as another contraction hit, this one making me yelp.

"Push!" She said and I pushed with everything I had. Wrecker was by my side the whole time, holding my hand and whispering reassuring word to me as I pushed. I squeezed his hand hard, my grip like durasteel though Wrecker didn’t say anything, he just continued to support me.

Tech was quiet, respectful watching the process and keeping an eye on my vitals. Wrecker was happy to have him there to help in some way, knowing that he needed at least one of his brothers in the room. I screamed as I felt pain in my lower body, my legs shaking at being held open to accommodate a literal child.

"I see the head of baby number 1,” Dalia said happily. I smiled through my pain, groaning as the contractions seemed to ease then get worse for a moment. I pushed hard until I felt the tension in my body ease slightly and the sound of crying filled the air.

Dalia handed baby number one off to Phee who took to her to be cleaned up Wrecker leaving my side for a short moment to cut the umbilical cord. When he had, he was back at my side in a flash to squeeze my hand as our second baby was coming quickly.

Phee came back into the room from the fresher with our baby swaddled in a handmade pink blanket, our baby girl gurgling those newborn sounds. Tech took a moment to look over Phee’s shoulder, the new life leaving him somewhat speechless.

“Fascinating that such a small life can be created from s-“

“It’s a girl!” Phee said, interrupting Techs last word making both me and Wrecker laugh before another yelp left my lips, our baby boy wanting to make his appearance. Dalia reached up and held my leg, prompting me to push again on the next contraction. It hit me like a brick, the pain radiating in my lower half as I squeezed the life out of Wreckers hand. He however, made no sound of protest and instead continued to whisper sweet words to me.

“You’re doing amazing Mesh’la. Almost there. You’re so beautiful ner sarad.”

“You brought our baby girl into the world, our baby boy is almost here.”

“You can do this Cyar’ika.”

"Almost out,” Dalia said and I screamed as another contraction hit me, the tension in my body fully easing after the pain, “and there! Baby number two!"

Dalia smiled proudly as she let Wrecker cut the cord again and handed the baby boy off to Tech, his cries echoing in the room. He swiftly took the little one into the fresher to clean him off, Phee following so she could gently instruct him how. Even if Tech had read every book about labour, children, pregnant women and more, Phee was still there to supervise.

I sighed, my head falling back on to the pillow as my legs gave out, the soiled blanket under me feeling uncomfortable. Wrecker smiled down at me as Tech came out of the bathroom with our Son, Phee following closely with our daughter.

“You did very well (Y/N),” Dalia complimented, silently signalling for Wrecker to lift me up.

“I’m going to lift you up Cyare, just so Dalia can change the blankets okay?” I nodded at Wreckers words, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifted me. Dalia made quick work of the soiled blanket and sheets, drawing back the covers of the bed and placing new blankets down. Wrecker laid me down on the new blankets, pulling the covers over my body.

Phee and Tech came over and gently placed the babies in my arms, our little boy in my left and our daughter in my right. Wrecker and I smiled down at our two beautiful ad’ikas, Wrecker helping me to adjust them in my arms so I could feed them. Tech turned away and walked out of the room with Phee, saying something about doing the laundry before Hunter and the others came back.

Dalia smiled at us and bid us one more congratulations before she too took her leave, wanting to give us time alone. I smiled down at my babies before my eyes turned to Wrecker, my heart filled with love. He however was busy looking at our babies, the little ones preoccupied with eat at the moment.

“Tech was right,” he began, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, “it is fascinating that such little lives can be created by people.”

“Thanks to both of us.”

“Well Mesh’la you did most of the work. You carried them for so long and made sure to keep them fed and healthy and you’re still doing that now.”

“That doesn’t mean you won’t be able to help.”

“I know. I’m not going to allow you to do anything at least for the next 6 months. Cleaning, cooking, supply runs? You name it and I’ll do it. I’ll help with the babies whenever you need me to,” Wrecker said which made you laugh, the domestic role suiting him greatly.

Before I could respond there was a hesitant knock on the door. I beckoned them in, the door opening to reveal the boys as well as Omega and Phee. Omega’s eyes lit up at the sight of the babies, coming over quickly yet quietly as not to disturb them. Hunter, Echo and Crosshair followed suit, all three seemingly in awe of the little ones. Tech and Phee were the last to enter, coming to stand on the right side of my bed as the others stood on the left.

“Wow,” Omega marvelled. Hunter came and patted Wrecker on the back, his younger brother looking at him with a huge smiles and tears in his eyes.

“Congratulations Vod’ika,” He said and Wrecker wiped his eyes turning to look back at the little ones in the arms of his wife, both having finished eating.

“Do you want to hold our son Wrecker?” I asked quietly, my eyes beaming with love. I watched as his eyes lit up, moving himself to sit on the bed next to me as I carefully manoeuvred our son into his arms. Wrecker was a gentle giant, his body size nothing compared to that of his big heart. He held our son with such care and love omega coming over to see the baby in his arms.

“He’s so small but so big at the same time,” she said, Crosshair snickering at her comment.

“Well he is Wrecker’s ad, of course he’s going to be big,” he said a smile on his face as Echo laughed and Hunter face palmed. Tech shook his head at his twin, about to laugh into a long winded explanation about babies genetics until Phee put a hand on his shoulder.

“Just enjoy being here with your family brown eyes. They want you to be in the moment.”

“Indeed,” he said and adjusted his goggles, watching as Hunter came up to your side.

“What are their official names (Y/N)?”

I looked to Wrecker and we nodded to one another, knowing that our children had the best possible aunts and Uncles to rely on in this life.

“Everett and Celeste. Cuun ad’ika,” Wrecker said proudly, Omega awing at the names as the boys looked proudly upon their brother.

“Congratulations you too,” Crosshair said sincerely, pulling the tooth pick from his mouth and tossing it into the garbage.

“Would you like to hold your niece Cross?”

“Uh- I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“W-well I’m still not g-good with my right hand and I don’t thi-“ Crosshair didn’t finish his sentence as Echo pushed him forward and I gently placed Celeste in his arms.

He stuttered for a moment before Celeste opened her eyes, the hazel brown pools staring up at Crosshair. He had no more words as he sat there with his niece in his arms, holding her perfectly. He was speechless, the little life born from his sister-in-law and brother leaving him in shock.

“I think she likes you ram’ser,” Echo said with a chuckle but much to everyone’s surprise, Crosshair didn’t even acknowledge his brother, to enamoured with the little one in his arms. I smiled as I watched, knowing that maybe this is something Crosshair needed to truly relax.

“Can I hold Everett?” Omega asked, watching the little boy in Wreckers arms open him eyes to reveal bright (E/C) eyes.

“Of course you can kid. These kids need to get to know their aunt,” Wrecker said and carefully placed Everett in Omega’s arms. She held his just like she had practiced with Tech and the others, being mindful of his head.

“Wow. He’s so cute.”

“Oh he’s cute now but he’ll grow up to be big and strong like his buir that for sure!” Wrecker smiled.

The rest of the day was spent with the squad taking turns holding Everett and Celeste. Surprising everyone again, Crosshair even shed a few tears as he had to give up holding Celeste, Hunter wanting a turn.

“You can have her back after Vod but everyone needs a turn.”

“But Hunterrrr,” Crosshair had whined. Actually WHINED to his older brother, giving him a puppy face as he held Celeste close. No one could contain their laughter as Hunter took Celeste from Crosshair with the promise to give her back.

Eventually everyone had their turn to hold both babies, both of them being returned to my arms even if Crosshair was reluctant to relinquish his hold on Everett. Everyone was smiling at him, even if after it all he tried to defend himself and slip back into his snarky nature. We had all seen a different side of Crosshair and I couldn’t be more happy.

Soon the squad bid us all a goodbye, one by one leaving our home to let us have some quiet time as a family. Hunter was carrying a sleepy Omega in his arms, Echo following behind as Tech and to almost pull Crosshair out of the room. I laughed as I watched his reluctance to leave, his softer side showing more and more. Everyone wished us congratulations once more before leaving, soon leaving Wrecker and I alone with our ad’ika. Wrecker smiled at me as I smiled back before looking at our beautiful babies.

"I'm so proud of you ner sarad,” Wrecker said and kissed my forehead. I smiled at my adoring husband, the father of my children, thinking about every we had been through together over the past few years.

“Thank you Wrecker. I’m so blessed to have you and our little ones. Thank you for giving me this family.”

“Thank you cyar’ika for giving me a family. Thank you for showing me love and for taking a chance on some silly clone obsessed with blowing stuff up.”

I laughed at that and slowly handed Everett off to his father to be played in his crib, doing the same with Celeste once Everett was down. Wrecker came back over to me and hugged me again, holding a kiss to my forehead before whispering to me, “thank you for this family, ner ca’tra. Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum.”

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum, Ner Jariler,” I replied. Wrecker got under the covers of our bed with me, holding me close while still being mindful of my sensitive lower half. We laid there just listening to the ocean outside, the heart beats of one another and the soft breathing of our babies.

Soon we drifted off to sleep, our new family safe and warm in our cozy home.

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There ya go! There’s some content and some fluffy Wrecker for the fan out there!

I hope you enjoyed this!

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14 - Getting some big news

Part 15

Dr. Redhead Neighbor

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Shutting the fire truck door I ran a hand through my hair that was in a ponytail. Brett closed up the ambulance door coming over to me with a cheerful smile on her face. “So when’s the wedding future Mrs. Halstead?”

“We’ve been tossing around the idea of getting married at city hall and then doing a bigger then if I come back from deployment.”

Brett snapped back at me sharply. “You mean when you come back from deployment. I cannot have one of my closest friends dying on me now.”

“Trust me, Brett. It isn’t the way I’d like to go. “I nervously chuckled clasping my hands in front of my chest hearing my phone vibrating inside my jacket pocket. “Speaking of my soon to be husband, hey Will.”

He switched the phone call to video where I saw he was sitting in the locker room he stored his work bag in at the hospital. “Mal, I just called Jay and he said he can get all our friends together before tonight at Molly’s to tell them the big news.”

“Will, everyone pretty much already knew when I showed up to work wearing your mom’s wedding ring. I think you only have to tell your hospital work friends about the fact that we’re engaged.”

He slightly rolled his eyes at me. “Fine, fine, either way I am super excited for tonight. I only get so many more days with my favorite girl and her dog.”

“Don’t remind me, Halstead!” Brett shouted over my shoulder.

Shaking my head I put my focus back on my fiancés. “Anyway, where we’re we?”

“I just wanted to call you and say I miss and I love you. And I am having Connor come over after work to help move your stuff over into my apartment. I already talked with the landlord, and she said it was no problem that we combined into one apartment if we do not miss our payment.”

Throwing my head back I smirked knowing he had most of this figured out way before we had our last date. “You are the best. Is there something specific you want me to wear tonight at Molly’s?”

“How about that short black and red dress we got at the store the other day.” Will smirked back at me.

My face began to turn red at the thought considering what we had agreed upon when I wore said dress. “I thought that was only to be worn in the apartment when we – you know..”

“No I don’t know. You might have to say it.”

I glared at the ginger head. “No way.”

“Then I guess you won’t get to kiss me until tomorrow morning.” Will teased me with a cheeky smile across his face. He playfully chuckled trying to be all serious.

Brett grinned leaning her body against the side of the ambulance vehicle. “You two are going to make great parents one day.”

“I think we’re far beyond the discussion of babies, Brett.” I glanced back over at her.

She shrugged her shoulders before the call alarm went off meaning we had a case to get tend to. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”

“I’m gonna miss you, Mal.” Will smiled seeing me glancing over my shoulder knowing we had a call to answer.

Leaning up on my toes I waved bye, finally climbing up inside the passenger seat of one of the fire trucks. Will watched the trucks pull out before his phone vibrates so he ends the video call. “We need to talk about something important. It may effect your soon to be wife and you. Meet me in the hospital parking lot after your shift.” – from Jay read the text message on his phone.

Two months later – Afghanistan

Running through buildings Maxon ahead of our unit tries leading us away from the firing squad. Bullets fly over our heads with my boots splashing in mud and blood. "Mallory, we're taking up heavy fire!" Luke called out as I fired a shot at an Afghanistan who jumped down from a window trying to kill us.

Maxon barks digging away a hidden room in the bottom of a hideout. I order the rest of my team inside but a bullet gets shot into Luke's leg. "Luke!" I pull him down into the room with Kyle jumping down last. Pulling the door closed with the attached rope between his teeth. Tearing a piece of my shirt off Luke tried to talk.

"Mal go, get the others out of here-" I cut him shacking my head no with my ponytail falling over my left shoulder.

"Stop talking Luke. I'm not leaving you. If I can help you in some way I'm sure as heck going too." Kyle suddenly tugged my shirt when Luke and I are on our feet, dragging us outside with the others. "What is it-" I cut myself off collapsing into the dust hearing rounds of gunfire and an explosion ringing in my ears.

The next time I opened my eyes I felt a cold wet rag being dabbed against my forehead mintues before I was able to realize that it was my former Doctor who treated my leg when I returned home the first time. He placed the rag down on the nearest table picking up the chart that he had been taking notes down on about something. “Ms. Easton, I have been waiting for you to get some more rest. I have news I need to talk to you about.”

“What are we talking about, Dr. Owen’s?” I questioned him still slowly regaining consciousness.

He flipped over another page from his chart. “After the explosion I ran some tests just to make sure you were alright and weren’t injured. And I found something when one of my female nurses suggested a change in the physical appearance of your stomach. I have to ask when was the last time you had your period?”

“Um – I know I had it before I was deployed out here. Why do you need to know?”

Dr. Owen’s lifted his gaze up from the clipboard. “It appears that you are two months pregnant, Ms. Easton. Given the circumstances I have called you Lieutenant and he’s decided that we’re sending you home. So congratulations are in order for you and the babies father.” My mouth hung opened in utter shock where I couldn’t believe what he had just told me. I knew Will and I had slept together but I didn’t think it would only take one time for that to happen. We couldn’t possibly be parents, we weren’t even married yet.

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First Word 🍼

Genre: Fluff | slight angst | Dad!au Pairing: Baekhyun x f.Reader Length: 827 Warnings: babies and tears

anon asks: baekhyun with 1 and 24 pleasee c:

a/n: my first drabble in years 😵‍💫. please be nice 🥺 also this is what i was curious if yall liked babies or not, but we all grown here right? personally i dont even like babies!!! but bbh was whispering this in my ear 🙄, what was i gonna say? no?!??

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Your daughter was your pride and joy—your life. She turned one a couple weeks ago, and it was a joyous, yet surreal moment for you and your dear husband, Baekhyun. It felt like time was going by so fast, that your baby girl was growing up too quickly. Already you missed her toothless smile and the restless nights.

You were in your room when you heard it. Baekhyun was putting the little one down for bed and you had the baby monitor on. You couldn’t help but smile as you listened to Baekhyun coo at your baby girl, hearing her infectious giggles. They were your little family, and you felt so blessed in this moment.

“Dada.”

The house grew silent. Your heart plummeted as you heard your daughter say her first word.

“What did you just say?” Baekhyun’s shocked voice came through the monitor. It raised higher with his growing excitement. “Did you just say ‘dada’?!”

“Dada dada dada!” She chanted, giggling all the while.

“That’s right! I’m your dada! I’m your dada and I love you oh so mu--”

You turned the monitor off.

You felt like you were going to be sick. You knew this reaction was kind of dramatic, but it hurt. You wanted it to be you, your daughter’s first words. You were hoping it would be you. As cute as the moment was, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to be happy with them.

It was a bit later when Baekhyun came barging in, having finally put baby to sleep.

“You won’t believe it!” He said, smiling from ear to ear, practically jumping with elation.

“Pumpkin said her first word! And it was ‘Dada’! She said my name!”

“Congratulations,” you said, voice void of any emotion.

He noticed that and deflated instantly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You turned your head away from him when tears began obscuring your vision.

You missed the way his eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Are you…upset?”

You shook your head in answer, unable to speak without bursting into tears. When it came to your precious baby girl, you were a blubbering mess, and something this huge had you absolutely distraught. You felt like you were going crazy, but that didn’t stop you from reacting this way.

You were trying your best not to show just how affected you were, but you sucked in a shaky breath that made it all too obvious what you were doing.

“Are you crying?” He questioned incredulously.

You couldn’t hold it back any longer. You burst into tears, full on sobbing. Baekhyun took in your wailing form in utter shock, not expecting this reaction to his news.

“I just…really…wanted her to say…my name…first,” you revealed between sobs.

“It’s not a competition,” he said soothingly. “She might have said ‘dada’ first, but—”

Just hearing him say it again made you wail harder.

“For God’s sake, stop crying,” he groaned. It came off as irritated, but you heard the distress in his voice. He hated when you cried.

“I can’t help it,” you whimpered. “Our baby doesn’t love me.”

Baekhyun sighed before joining you on the bed, pulling you into him so that you’re crying on his chest. You didn’t fight him, letting him comfort you. He tucked your head under his chin and rubbed your back.

“Just because Pumpkin said my name first, doesn’t mean she loves you any less. She’ll be saying mama in no time, so there’s no need to be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, you’re jealous,” you wailed, elbowing him in the stomach. He chuckled from the action, but grew serious quickly.

“Will you stop crying, please? You’ll make me cry.”

You could already hear the tears in his own voice, and that made you feel guilty.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, finally calming down. You pulled away from him, taking in his red rimmed eyes. “I ruined this moment for you.”

He shook his head. “No, your reaction is valid. I would’ve been disappointed too, if the roles were reversed.”

You sniffed and Baekhyun cupped your face, wiping your river of tears. Once cleaned off, he pressed a loving kiss onto your forehead, and then your nose, and then a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I love you,” he said simply.

“I love you too,” you replied and then kissed him again. “Let’s go to bed, ‘Dada’.”

He grinned at that, nothing but pure happiness and love shining in his eyes. “It’s got a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“It’s perfect,” you told him as you both got comfortable under the blankets.

It’s peacefully quiet for a moment before Baekhyun murmured, “you’ve been acting kind of sensitive lately. You don’t think you might be pregnant again, do you?”

You groaned at the thought. “God, I hope not.”

You could feel the pout on his little lips. “Why not? Pumpkin needs a sibling.”

“Good night, Baekhyun!”

You rolled over in bed, ignoring the way he whined when you did.

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Revenge is so sweet (pt.2)

Wednesday x fem!reader

After being shot, you wake up in hospital. With someone special beside you with some horrible (or exciting) information

Warnings: flashbacks, mentions of blood, pain, fluff and I think that’s it

Pain

That is all you can feel before your eyes open. A pain, though numbed slightly, exploded from your waist as burning hot as-

Flames, flames danced before your eyes, taunting you with the memories of that night. Crack stones undead, scared face loomed in front of yours, eyes with the glare of a starved dog. Your own screams echoed in your ears as the bullet tore through your flesh again, and again, and again. You felt Wednesdays cool hands catch you on repeat as you cried out in agony, blood seeping between your fingers and trailing down your skin.

All you could feel was pain.

Until a pair of cold hands grasp your face gently, a voice talking to you softly, or at least trying to. They sounded panicked, sounded in pain. Was someone else shot? Was someone else suffering as you were?

“Y/n”

Wednesday. Wednesday was calling your name. Suddenly you could hear the beeping of a machine nearby, feel the coolness of the air around you. And when your eyes snapped open, your were met with the face you loved so much. You grasps her arm, lights blinding you as she moved to crouch at your side.

“Part of me was hoping you were dead, then Thing would have another party to crash.”

You chuckled slightly at her words, laying your head back down onto the pillow. At least she hadn’t changed, but you give her the usual retort answer, even though your words were weak and partly forced from your pain filled body.

“I had hoped people wouldn’t be celebrating my death.”

“More your life. Never understood why that needs celebrating.”

“I’m not surprised.”

You didn’t like the scratchy, hoarse sound of your voice from not being used for a long time. You take in the white walls of the hospital around you. The uncomfortable looking chair beside you which you expect Wednesday had been sitting on. The heart monitor, showing a surprisingly stable beat of your own.

“Was your death pleasant?”

You couldn’t properly answer her question, your mind plaguing you with cruel images of how you died. Showing you the subtle things you had missed: the grin on Laurels face, the smoke from the gun, the cut on the palm of your hand from the broken sword, but also

The tear on Wednesdays cheek

You turn to say something to Wednesday, perhaps apologise, but the door to your room flies open and Enid, Yoko and Eugene run in.

“Y/n, I am so sorry we did that, I hope Wednesday put it kindly.”

Enid stammers, placing a shaking hand on the end of your bed. You furrow your eye brows, confused as to what the werewolf meant.

“I mean, it doesn’t turn you fully. You like a crossbreed now.”

“Enid.”

Wednesday mutters and from the corner of my eye, I see her iconic death glare Nevermore is haunted by. But the werewolf continues, too distracted by her stammered words to notice.

“Being part werewolf isn’t that bad, you don’t transform every full moon, you can eat raw meat and you-“

“What!”

You shout, jumping up before crying out in pain, falling back onto the bed as the wound pounds painfully. Wednesday slips her hand into yours, her thumb tracing the back of your knuckles lightly as to try to comfort you. The three in the room look confused, Yoko looks a little scared as Wednesdays glare seems to burn into her soul, or where her soul should have been.

“I had not told her yet, but thank you Enid for putting it so kindly.”

The werewolf hangs her head in shame before walking out the room, Yoko wrapping her arm around her as they both leave. Eugene smiles at you slightly, before following suit.

“So, I’m a werewolf?”

Wednesday shakes her head, speaking slowly for you to understand.

“A transformation had to be under a full moon and done by a werewolf in wolf form. Enid could hear your heart begin to give out, so she bit your arm. We had no idea if it was going to work. “

Wednesday lifts the sleeve of your hospital gown to reveal the deep bite mark left in your skin. You look away quickly, not wanting to be reminded in anyway about your bigger, more painful injury.

“And it did, but after a bit of research, it doesn’t turn you fully. Which is never what we wanted to have to do. Your a crossbreed, part human, part werewolf. It means, like Enid said, that you can eat raw food and drink blood if you do wished. “

“Like a vampire? From the throat?”

You question, both excited and horrified at the idea. Wednesday nods.

“Well, as a crossbreed parts of your wolf form will come out in your human one. Like claws and fangs. So yes, you could drink blood from someone as a vampire does. But, this is what Enid wanted me to be gentle about, you won’t transform every full moon, but you will transform with a trigger. “

You furrow your eye brows, not quite understanding what she meant. Wednesday sighed before leaning forward to you.

“No crossbreed knows what their trigger is until it happens, could be a person, a place, could even be a thought or a memory that could make you feel strong emotions and trigger you to wolf out. Whether at night or not “

“So you mean, until we find this trigger, I am dangerous?”

You look away, too much going through your mind about the information you had just received.

“But I don’t get it! Why did she have to?”

You fell silent, feeling Wednesdays other hand come to your face. When you turned back to her, she smiled too faintly for others to notice, but you did.

“I promise I will help you through this.”

She states, her eyes never leaving yours. You smile at her, leaning into her hand on your cheek.

“I need to know more though, how to control it.”

“It saved you y/n, by turning you, even partly, it gave your body the animalistic strength you needed to survive the trip to the hospital. “

Wednesday smiles, lowering you back into your bed slowly before pressing a button on the wall. No doubt calling the nurse to say you were awake. No doubt to drug you again.

“I don’t want to go back to sleep. “

The nurse walks in, but you don’t look at her. All you can do is look at your crush as the nurse does something behind you. Adding more drugs into your system, making your eyes droop heavily. And just before your out again, reliving the moment you almost died, you hear Wednesday mutter.

“I will help you understand, perhaps over coffee.”

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so about a year ago, @fluffallamaful + I talked about one of the weirdest ideas I think I've ever brainrotted. we told @wishitweresummer, and since then, she has been begging me to write it. and now here we are, a year later and deep into lee!George week, and I decided to finally write the idea for her! this is 100% for summer, and I'm so excited for everyone to read the silliest and most ridiculous fic I've ever written! (and thank you to @awkwardtickleetoo for helping me with the title and reading it as always)

don't forget to check out this tag to see all of the amazing additions to lee!GeorgeSummer, and you can find out more about the prompts in this post!

anyway, enjoy Day 6 of lee!George week! :3

(lee!George / ler!Sapnap / ler!Dream : 4.2K words)

“George, you’ve been here for like, two years now, right?” 

The question cut through the quiet atmosphere of the living room, only being previously filled by random videos that Dream and George kept showing each other as they sat practically in each other’s laps on the L-shaped couch. George turned his attention to Sapnap, who was sitting on the opposite side of the couch with Patches propped up against his thigh, his hand dragging lightly over her head as she purred happily. 

“Yeah, you know this…why? You want me to go back already?” George huffed out a laugh, raising an eyebrow as Sapnap snorted at his question. 

“Well yes, but that’s not what I was gonna say.” 

“Okay, then what?” George asked suspiciously, never fully trusting Sapnap when he’s asking for information. There was always an underlying purpose, never questioning things just for the hell of it. George knew he had some kind of angle behind his curiosity, he just didn’t know where Sapnap was going with it. 

“You haven’t been to any doctors since you’ve been here, have you?” Sapnap leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees and folding his fingers together, careful not to disturb Patches as he did so.

“Wait, really?” Dream questioned from beside him, watching as George shrugged at the two with little care.

“Yeah, I guess I haven’t,” George looked between the two, confused at the way they were both staring at him. “What’s the big deal? I’m fine, there hasn’t been anything wrong.” 

“Well yeah, but normally you’re supposed to go for a check-up at least once a year to make sure everything is working okay.” Dream commented, turning his body towards Sapnap as he turned to him for validation in his words.

“Mhm! Or…at least to the dentist for a cleaning, you know?” Sapnap added, nodding his head to let Dream know he agreed. Dream nodded along with Sapnap, looking to George to see if he was even still paying attention. To his surprise he was, nodding slightly before looking down at his own hands, playing with his fingers as a distraction. 

“I guess so, but like, it’s fine! I don’t need to go right now,” George continued to fidget with his fingers, waiting for one of the other two to speak, but he was met with a silence that felt too awkward for him to not continue. “I mean, if somethings wrong I’ll go, but like…it’s fine for now. Let’s just drop it.” 

“George,” He heard Dream start, almost wincing at how gentle his voice was. “You aren’t scared of the doctors, are you?” George stayed quiet, refusing to make eye contact with either of them as he kept his mouth shut in a tight line. After a few more seconds of silence, Sapnap cackled from across the room. 

“Are you serious?! Georgie is scared of the big bad doctor? Of the mean, evil dentist? No way!” 

“Sapnap-” Dream tried to stop the teasing before it went any further, but Sapnap continued to yell out comments in disbelief. 

“This is too good! Little baby George is scawed!” Sapnap fell back into the couch, his arms crossing over his stomach as he did and scaring Patches in the process. She jumped down onto the floor, quickly sprinting out of the room as Sapnap’s laugh grew louder. George rolled his eyes at the sound, letting out an annoyed grunt as he too flopped back against the couch cushions. Dream reached a hand out and placed it gently on his knee, rubbing his thumb soothingly as he looked down at him. 

“It’s okay, George, don’t listen to him. Everyone’s scared of something.” George rolled his eyes again at how supportive Dream was, almost more annoyed with him just accepting that George was scared of something so silly. 

“I’m not scared!” He exclaimed suddenly, standing up from the couch and pacing around the living room with a hand flinging roughly through his hair. He turned towards Sapnap, throwing his arms up in the air as he shrugged. “It's just…I get nervous going to new people, okay? It’s just like, an anxiety thing, I don’t know! But I’m not! Scared!”

Dream stood up and walked to where George was standing, placing his hands on either shoulder and leading George back to the couch to sit down. George was blushing profusely, embarrassed at the way the conversation was going as Sapnap continued to laugh and make snide comments about how scared he was. While he was deep in thought, Sapnap suddenly gasped, shooting up to a standing position and marching himself over to where George was sitting on the edge of the couch. 

“Wait. I have an amazing idea.” 

“Oh no.” George sighed, leaning his elbows on his knees and letting his head fall into his hands, shaking his head in disapproval as he waited for Sapnap to continue. It was clear Sapnap was waiting for someone to ask, but George wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“What?” Dream pressed further for him, equally as curious as George was.

“So, it’s kind of like-” Sapnap began, suddenly grabbing onto George’s arms and pulling him from the couch. He wrestled the older boy onto the floor, giggling maniacally as it took virtually no effort to take him down. George let out a shriek as Sapnap got him onto his back, straddling his waist quickly and pressing his wrists into the carpet below him. 

“Get off me, idiot!” George choked out, trying to fling himself forward as he kicked his feet against the ground. Sapnap continued to laugh at his struggle, shaking his head as he kept George down easily. 

“George, we’re gonna help you get over your fears! We’re gonna play doctor!” Sapnap exclaimed, looking up at Dream and giggling when he was met with a bright smile. George let out a strained grunt as he tried to buck his hips up, gaining leverage as he pressed his heels into the carpet to assist in his efforts. It failed, naturally, and Sapnap laughed in his face at his pathetic attempt.

“Stohop!” George couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, letting his head fall back against the carpet with a hard thud. He pulled his arms as much as he could, continuing to kick and push up with his legs to try and buck Sapnap off, but he was getting nowhere.

“Dream, I’m gonna need a hand holding down our patient, here. He’s very nervous and needs all the help he can get to make sure he’s relaxed!” Sapnap spoke over George’s protests, giggling as he thrashed around on the carpet like a fish out of water.

“Sure thing, doctor!” Dream responded as a soldier would, giving Sapnap a quick salute with his hand to his forehead before jumping into action. Before George could process what was happening, Sapnap’s weight was replaced with Dream’s, effectively halting his bottom half from squirming. He lifted himself up onto his elbows and was met with the sight of Dream’s back, staring daggers into the blonde curls through his panicked laughter as much as he could. It was then that he saw Sapnap peek around from behind Dream, clearly kneeling in front of George’s feet and giving him a wink before he hid back behind the wall that Dream’s body created between the two. He watched as Dream leaned forward, feeling a strong grip around both of his ankles that pressed them into the ground enough that he could barely wiggle them. This only intensified the building butterflies that were swirling around George’s stomach, and a new wave of nervous giggles began pouring out of him before he could hold them back. 

“S-Stop! You’re both being ridiculous!” George yelled at them both, not knowing if they were even listening over the two speaking to each other in hushed tones, careful to not let him hear what they were saying. 

“Oh wait!” Sapnap exclaimed suddenly, pouncing up from the ground and sprinting towards the steps. “I need to grab…things!” 

Dream shook his head slowly as he giggled, watching Sapnap use all fours to crawl up the steps quickly, as if he were an excited puppy going to fetch a toy. George watched Sapnap too, but kept his peripherals glued on Dream, carefully watching him to make sure he wasn’t going to do anything to catch him off guard. The two sat and listened to Sapnap rummaging through things upstairs, hearing the thud of his footsteps as he ran in and out of rooms to collect the items he was looking for. The longer it took, the more nervous George got.

“What is he even doing up there?” George mumbled quietly to himself, not expecting an answer from Dream. He was pleasantly surprised when the blonde spoke up.

“To be honest, I’m actually not sure. He didn’t tell me anything before he ran up the steps like a gremlin,” He chuckled, craning his neck to look back at George, temporarily releasing his ankles so he could shake them out if he needed to. “You doin’ okay back there?” 

“Just dandy.” George replied flatly, fighting a smile when his wording made Dream giggle. He brought both hands up to card through his hair, attempting to settle his nerves, when he heard quick footsteps approaching closer. The two turned their attention to the upstairs hallway once more, watching as Sapnap appeared at the top of the steps, not even stopping to slow his momentum as he practically flew down the steps. 

“Okay! I have my tool kit ready!” Sapnap spoke through his heavy breathing, winded from the speed he had been running around. George observed a black drawstring bag before it was quickly hidden from his view, letting out a sigh of relief when he noticed how empty it looked. He still had no clue what the two were planning, but he knew whatever it was, it wasn’t going to be good. 

“So change of plans,” He leaned to the side so George could see him once he knelt down onto the ground again, smirking wickedly as he spoke. “I couldn’t find anything that really screamed out ‘doctor’ to me-“ 

“Good.” George interrupted, earning a hard flick to the side of his right ankle before they were engulfed in large hands once more. Dream pushed them down with a little more pressure, leaning more of his weight into the hold to assure George wouldn’t budge.

“Buuuuut, I did find things to make us dentists!” He exclaimed happily, watching as George’s expression dropped and eyes widened. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” George let his head thump back against the carpet, bringing the heels of his hands up to rub harshly at his eyes when Sapnap snuck back around to hide in front of Dream. 

“Nope! This is no joke, Georgie. We’re gonna help you face your fears!” Sapnap replied as he emptied the contents of the bag, a few things clanging together as he did so. George heard Dream gasp quietly and watched his shoulders scrunch up, seeing his bouncy curls move from side to side as Dream silently reprimanded the younger boy.

“What? What is it?!” George blurted out in a panic at Dream’s reaction, his stomach doing somersaults at all the possibilities of what Sapnap could’ve put in the so called “tool kit”. 

“Nothing to be afraid of!” Dream quickly assured him, hearing the frantic tone of George’s voice and wanting to comfort him before his mind could run rampant. 

“Well…” George heard Sapnap scoff quietly, sending his thoughts spiraling once again. 

“Wh- HEY!” George squealed when he felt a finger flick the bottom of his socked foot, moving to pull it away. He felt a deep dread spread throughout his body when he realized that his feet wouldn’t budge at all, and panicked giggles began to flow from him before he was even touched again. 

“Gosh, you are nervy, aren’t you, kitten?” Sapnap wondered out loud, tracing his pointer finger down both feet slowly to make George squirm. He applied more pressure as he traced back up to his toes, pinching each one lightly and smirking when George hollered out at the feeling.

“Plehease! Don’t do this!” He pleaded with the two, but was met with no response. George jolted his body upwards when Sapnap added a finger to each foot, now tracing up and down with two fingers and using more of his nails on the down strokes to make George’s laughter jump in pitch.

“It’s okay, we’re just helping!” Dream tried to comfort him through his squeals, giggling himself when Sapnap’s fingers traced under George’s toes, making him shriek. Just when it was starting to become bearable, his stomach dropped when he felt a finger dip into the top of each sock, slowly prying them off. 

“NO! Nononono, no! Please! Plehehease don’t!” George begged, curling his toes to try and grip onto the fabric of his socks as they were pulled off at an agonizingly slow pace. He could feel the air hit his heels, then his arches, and finally over the pads of his feet. George panicked, sitting up and gripping onto Dream’s sides, kneading into them like his life depended on it.

“GEORGE!” Dream cried out, letting go of his ankles in favor of gripping George’s wrists, pulling them away from his body as he caught his breath from the sudden tickle attack. Sapnap appeared next to George, taking his wrists from Dream so he could go back to securing his ankles before he caused too much of a mess. 

“Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty boy,” Sapnap shook his head in disappointment, pushing George’s hands against his own chest to make him fall back against the carpet before pressing them down against the ground on either side of his hips. “Dream, lift your shins for me, will you?” Dream looked back at Sapnap with slight confusion, leaning forward a bit more until he was able to angle his shins up off the ground. When Sapnap placed George’s hands directly under them, Dream suddenly understood. He dropped his legs quickly, making sure to sit back on his shins to keep George’s wrists secure. 

“This isn’t fair! Stohohop!” George whined as Sapnap crawled back in front of his feet, disappearing behind Dream once again. “Come on! I told you, I’m not scared! We don’t have to dohoho this!” His pleas were ignored, and the plan continued. 

“So what do we have here, mister dentist?” Dream asked Sapnap playfully, looking down at the tools displayed between George’s spread ankles. 

“Well, first, let’s get a good look at these teeth!” Sapnap responded with the same amount of enthusiasm, quickly ripping off George’s socks and flinging them behind him somewhere across the room. George immediately curled his toes when he felt the air hit them, high pitched giggles bubbling out of him as he tried to control his reactions. He felt Sapnap pinch each one again, this time wiggling them as he went and making George squeak every time his nail scraped the pads of them.

“Plehehease! This is soho dumb!” George pulled at his arms, trying to yank them free, but Dream’s weight kept them pressed into the floor. Frustratingly, all he could really do was twist his upper body and move his head; not nearly enough give to expel any of his anxiety. 

“Hm…seems like they’re in good shape. Could use a cleaning though.” He heard Dream comment, making his stomach flip as his brain tried to figure out what they could possibly do to him. 

“Great idea, my beautiful assistant!” George could hear the smile in his voice, squeezing his eyes shut at how excited he sounded. Suddenly he heard a click, followed by a loud buzzing, and he immediately knew what it was. He curled his toes even tighter as he began spurting out pleas, saying anything to get their attention to make them stop. Sapnap peaked over Dream’s shoulder and gave George a wink before going back to work, bringing the toothbrush down closer to the practically immobile feet in front of him.

“The patient seems ready for the cleaning, so we’re going to proceed!” 

George let out a blood curdling scream when a vibrating toothbrush touched down on both of his pinky toes, not expecting two of them at the same time and sending him into a frenzy. He squeezed his eyes shut as his head flung back, cackling as Sapnap moved the brushes over to the next toe on each foot. Despite curling them as hard as he could, Sapnap managed to wedge them under his toes anyway, making sure to get the tops and the bottoms of each toe as he went. 

“FUHUCK, PLEHEASE!” George managed to cry out between his panic, shaking his head back and forth as he laughed himself silly. Sapnap didn’t respond, simply commenting on how clean his ‘teeth’ looked as he made his way over George’s middle toe on either foot. The toothbrushes moved to the second toes and George screeched, high pitched and loud, begging them to stop, to not go to his big toes, that he’d do anything they wanted as long as they left them alone. But to his dismay, Sapnap moved the dreaded toothbrushes over each big toe, swirling them in slow circles and sending George into hysterics.

“Holy shit.” Dream spoke lowly as he watched the torture Sapnap was forcing George to endure. Sapnap looked up at Dream and chuckled when he noticed the faint blush appearing on his cheeks, and Dream huffed in annoyance at the smirk he received in response. 

“Almost done with the cleaning! Just a little more, I promise!” Sapnap peeked around Dream again, taking in George’s panicked thrashing and screams at the simple tickling on the tiny toes. He leaned back to sit on his shins as he turned the toothbrushes off, allowing George a moment to collect himself and steady his breathing. 

“P-Plehehease…” George was delirious with laughter at this point, still in near hysterics even though the tickling had stopped. Sapnap rubbed his thumbs over the tingly toes, making sure to rub with enough pressure to help rub the ghost tickles away. Once George’s laughter had settled down to quiet giggles, Sapnap let his fingers wander, gently pressing them in the spaces between his toes. George let out a squawk at the feeling, and immediately he was begging again.

“NONONO nohoho! No more! Nohoho more!” George pleaded, trying to bend his knees under Dream to knock him off and whining through his laughter when he didn’t budge at all. He was yanking at his arms so hard he thought he might dislocate them, and he cursed both boys for keeping him down like this while they played with him like a doll. 

“I’m just checking for cavities! Hold still!” Sapnap explained, using one hand to steady George’s left foot as he pushed his finger between each toe, twisting it as he did. George was beside himself with laughter, feeling tears well as Sapnap continued his search for whatever he was looking for. He finished with the left foot, skittering fingers over the top of it to make George squeal. 

“Okay, that one looks great! Now we have to check the other one, and then we’re all done!” Sapnap reassured George, gripping the right foot the same way he did the left, shoving his finger between the last two toes and giggling when George let out a squeak in response. It went smoothly between the next two toes, and the next, until Sapnap shoved his finger between the first and second toes. He stopped twisting his fingers, and instead used both hands to spread them apart. 

“STOP!” George shrieked out in embarrassment, knowing how intensely Sapnap and Dream must be looking at his foot right now. The two laughed at his outburst, but changed nothing about what they were doing. 

“No can do, Georgie,” Sapnap pretended to speak with fake sympathy, sighing before he continued. “I’m afraid we’ve found a cavity.” The comment sent George into a further panic, now struggling even harder than before, nearly lifting Dream with the ticklish adrenaline that was coursing through him. 

“What do we do for that, mister dentist?” Dream asked over George’s screaming, looking back briefly to see how hard he was blushing. He knew this kind of play always got to George, never knowing how to handle all the attention. 

“Well, there’s really only one thing we can do,” Sapnap explained, rustling around with something that George couldn’t see. “We have to floss.” 

“WHAT?!” 

Before George could question any further, he felt Sapnap weaving something between all of the toes on his right foot, even between the toes that Sapnap deemed to be okay not even a moment before. The feeling of whatever the weird string was just sitting between them was enough to make George laugh even harder, not being used to having something in such a sensitive area. George was babbling out pleas but nothing was coherent. His words were slurred together through his laughter despite him trying to articulate the best he could. Sapnap and Dream only laughed at him before turning back to the task at hand. 

“Don’t worry, patient! Your cavity will be fixed soon enough!” Dream called over his shoulder, not even sure if George was able to hear him, but deciding to continue playing his role anyway. George didn’t respond, not sure he was even able if he wanted. When he was finally getting used to the sensation, his whole body shook with ticklish electricity as the material started to move.

“NAHAHAHA!” George was full on screaming through his hysterics, taking in quick gulps of air as his lungs harshly pushed out laugh after laugh. He was lightheaded; so much so, it was as if he would float away. George continued to shake, squirming back and forth on the carpet at the overwhelming ticklish feeling. Sapnap continued to saw the material back and forth between his toes, laughing along at how insane George’s reactions were. Neither boy had ever heard George laugh this hard or loud, and they exchanged surprised glances every few seconds, especially whenever a new noise or high pitched squeak would present itself through the hysterics. 

“Almost done, it’ll be over soon, George!” Dream assured him as he continued to struggle, his throat becoming more and more dry the harder he laughed. George eventually fell silent, only producing high pitched squeals and squeaks whenever he was able to get a full breath in. His face was burning, his cheeks bright red with tears covering them from how hard he was laughing. After a few seconds, the feeling finally stopped, and Sapnap quickly removed the tickly material from between George’s toes to finally relieve him of the torture.

“Plehehease!” George was unable to stop the word from tumbling out despite the tickling having stopped, completely out of his mind at the intense tickling feeling he just endured. Dream sat forward to free George’s wrists and moved his hands from George’s ankles to his feet, opting to rub over his toes as Sapnap began to put the items back into the bag. Dream continued to rub soothingly over both feet, making sure to help the ticklish feeling pass as quickly as it could.

“W-What…the fuhuhuck…was that?” George forced the question through his shallow breathing, bringing his hands up to rub his tear stained cheeks and free the stray tears that clung to his long eyelashes. He opened his eyes briefly when he felt something glide over his right hand, looking down to see Sapnap holding a long, white string.

“Shoelace!” He beamed, a huge smile spreading over his face as he showed George what he just tormented him with. George groaned through the left over giggles, covering his face in embarrassment as his mind replayed the last few minutes over and over again. Dream moved off of George’s waist, turning to face him before sitting by his side. He gently grabbed both of George’s wrists and gave them each a kiss before placing them in his lap, tracing over them to make sure they were okay after being restrained, and also from how hard George had been pulling at them. 

“You okay, baby?” Dream asked softly, letting his hands run down over George’s forearms and back up to his wrists. George closed his eyes again, turning on his side and curling his body towards Dream’s, letting his forehead connect with his thigh before nodding slowly. The blonde moved one of his hands to scratch lightly over his bicep, letting the other run through his hair to help bring him back down to reality. Sapnap pulled the string of the bag tightly, closing it and slinging it over his shoulder, getting ready to stand up from his place opposite Dream, on the other side of George. But before he could, he felt a tight grip on his wrist, keeping him down on the ground with the other two.  “So,” George began after finally getting his breathing under control, sitting up slowly and turning his attention to Sapnap. “When’s the last time you were at the dentist?”