#it's out 'mommy baby day' even though they're not babies anymore

[ahlexya]

i meant to post a notice a couple weeks ago, but my kids are officially on summer break. which means that my one (1!!) writing day a week will be busy making memories with them. but i will do my best to keep up here. but basically, i will be low activity/on hiatus until september 2023.

[willowser]

katsuki wakes up to little fingers walking up the curve of his bicep.

his son is sitting there at the head of the bed, right next to him, waiting, and when katsuki opens one bleary eye to peek up at him, the little boy very casually says,

"hey, dad."

it's the middle of the day. katsuki's been on night patrol for the past week and it's, unfortunately, starting to finally catch up to him; through the first few days, he was able to keep constant with you and your son's schedule, even if he was exhausted, but he'd hit the couch the minute he'd come inside this morning and, truthfully, he doesn't remember getting up for the bed at all.

when katsuki gives a little grunt of acknowledgement, the little boy continues, scooching close enough that his knees are pressed against his dad's arm. "um, can i play that jumping game on your phone?"

even half-asleep, katsuki snorts. there's a small puddle of drool that's gathered on the pillow under his head, and he frowns, stretching out his arms before rolling onto his back. "not right now."

the little boy lets out a heavy sigh, as if the answer has greatly disappointed him, but he says, "okay."

katsuki nearly falls back to sleep—even though his son scoots closer, until they're touching again—but he raises his head at the soft sound of your voice.

"hey, c'mon," you murmur from the foot of the bed, holding out your arms even if the little boy is too big to be babied anymore. "let daddy sleep, come sit with me while i wait for your stinky clothes to finish washing."

you're pretty, katsuki thinks, taking a long look at the jeans hugging your hips, how the color of your shirt compliments your skin, and he cements it to the forefront of his mind as he drops his head back down. it's easier to relax like this: thinking of you, gentle and safe inside your home.

but the little boy at his side whines, grouchy enough that katsuki peeks one eye at him again. "no," he grumbles, scooting into the crevice of his dad's armpit when you reach a little further for him. "i wanna take a nap, too."

you let out a little sigh. "oh, you do? little boy, you never want to take a nap."

"yes i do!"

"hey," katsuki croaks, frowning at his son for the arguing—and the boy knows it; he shuts his lips, casting you a quick look before laying back, head resting on katsuki's shoulder. "'s'fine," he tells you, shaking his head when you pout at him apologetically. "he says he's gonna nap, he's gonna nap."

your son nods, the soft of his hair ruffling against katsuki's nose. "mommy can nap, too."

"yeah," katsuki pats the bed through his yawn, dropping his head back one final time, as his eyes shut. "can nap, too."

"mommy has things to do," you press a kiss to katsuki's forehead, and then lean over to press another onto your son. "but you gotta sleep, okay? no goofing around."

katsuki feels the nudge of his son's nose as he turns his head into him, hair tickling him again as he nods—and for a while, he's still, quiet enough that katsuki can mostly fall back to sleep.

but after a few minutes, he can hear the soft sounds of his lips moving as he talks to himself, whispers little stories katsuki knows you've told him before, and he even lightly touches his fingers to the scar beneath katsuki's eye; poking at the ones on his shoulders; the edge of the one on his chest, peeking up over the blanket.

the little boy doesn't sleep, and katsuki doesn't either, really, but—he doesn't mind too much.

[rxmqnova]

WandNat x daughter please.

R's mothers try to ween us off our pacifier/ thumb sucking because the dentist says it's making our teeth crooked. We don't take it well and throw tantrums and make a scene (both in the compound and out in public) , after nearly a month of a seriously cranky kid on their hands. A very sleep deprived Wanda gets an idea. She uses her magic to make a pacifier substitute that doesn't damage our teeth, and even though Natasha is grateful that we finally go to sleep that night she's annoyed the other woman didn't think of it sooner.

Thanks 👍

Not tired

Y/N: 3 years old Wanda: Mommy Natasha: Mama ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Y/N" Wanda sighs, her hands resting on her hips as she's looking down at her toddler daughter.

Y/N shoots her head up, looking back at her mommy who doesn't look really happy about seeing her daughter with a thumb in her mouth again.

Wanda and Natasha only just weaned their daughter off her pacifier, yet the little girl started sucking her thumb instead which, as the dentist confirmed last week, is bad for her teeth.

"Hi, mommy" Y/N smiles, lifting her arms up for Wanda who sighs once again and sits the tiny girl on her hip.

Y/N automatically brings her thumb up to her mouth on which Wanda takes it out with another sigh.

"Mommy" Y/N whines, burying her head into the crock of Wanda's neck.

"Honey, it's bad for your teeth" Wanda explains, receiving another whine as Y/N starts sucking on her other thumb. "Y/N, no" Wanda looks at her daughter sternly, taking her thumb out of her mouth again which only results in tears. "Okay, and now we're crying"

"Baby, you're a big girl now, aren't you?" Wanda questions, sitting down on the bed with Y/N on her lap.

The toddler just lets out a little sniffle, nodding her head as she looks up at her mommy.

"Big girls don't have binkies anymore, do they?" Wanda raises an eyebrow on which Y/N shakes her head no. "That's right. So when Y/N's a big girl now, she doesn't need a binky. Do you remember what the dentist said last week?" Once again Y/N shakes her head.

"He said that Y/N can't suck her thumb either because it's really bad for her teeth. We don't want Y/N's teeth to be crooked, do we?" Wanda asks, but this is not what Y/N wanted to hear.

The tiny girl buries her head into Wanda's chest, letting out more tears on which Wanda sighs and rubs her daughter's back, hoping it would calm her down.

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"Mama" Y/N whines, following Natasha like a lost puppy while the redhead's making breakfast for both of them.

"Mama" Y/N repeats, lifting her arms up in the air and hoping Natasha would get the hint.

"Honey, I'll give you a cuddle right when I finish making breakfast for us" Natasha sighs which only makes Y/N whine more.

It's been nearly a month since Y/N's pacifier was taken away and the tiny girl just can't get used to it.

Both, Natasha and Wanda, haven't slept through a whole night since then, they're so incredibly tired, especially since Y/N's cranky every single day.

"Up, mama" Y/N whines once again, jumping up and down with her arms up in front of Natasha, her eyes watery.

"Y/N, come here" Wanda sighs, stepping into the kitchen.

Natasha let her sleep in after another sleepless night, yet Wanda knows it's not easy to do more things at one time when Y/N's in her mood. She just can't let her wife deal with it alone.

Y/N shuffles over to Wanda, her arms still up in the air. With a sigh the brunette lifts her tiny daughter up and sits her on her hip, Y/N finally happy she got what she wanted and can cuddle now.

"You could've stayed in bed and get some more sleep. We'd be okay here" Natasha says, giving her wife a smile.

"I know and thank you, but I can't just leave you here alone with our grumpy daughter" Wanda smiles back. "What do you say, baby? Do you want to take a little nap?" She turns her attention back to her daughter, tucking a strand of hair behind her little ear.

"Nooo, Y/N not tired" Y/N whines, her head buried in Wanda's neck, though the brunette knows her daughter's absolutely exhausted.

Wanda gives Natasha a look, silently telling her she's going to try put Y/N to sleep. She carries Y/N into her bedroom, rocking her back and forth, and hoping Y/N would just fall asleep on the way to the room.

"No ni-night, mommy" Y/N whines as soon as Wanda reaches the bedroom.

Wanda sighs, sitting down on bed with Y/N on her lap. And with another sigh, she rests her forehead against her daughter's head.

She tries to think of something that would get her daughter to sleep and then suddenly an idea pops up in her mind… She has magic.

With a swing of her hand, she uses her magic and creates a red pacifier looking, but not exactly pacifier thing as a substitute for the real one.

With that Y/N finally closes her eyes, peacefully sucking on her new pacifier and finally allowing herself to fall asleep.

Wanda lets out a long breath when she places her now finally sleeping daughter on bed and pulls up the covers to cover her small body.

"You okay here?" Natasha whispers, appearing in the room.

"Yeah, she's sleeping" Wanda smiles at her wife while pointing at the little sleeping trouble.

Natasha's eyes widen when she notices the new pacifier Y/N has, wondering why hasn't Wanda done that earlier, so they could sleep normally instead of walking around the house in the middle of the night with a grumpy child in their arms.

"Wanda, are you kidding me? You couldn't have think of this sooner??"

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[scarletwinterxx]

your day - dad mark lee scenario

hi🥺 okay so first of all sorry it took me so long to write this, I swear I've been working on it since the day i got the request but the rest of the story wasn't coming to me and i didn't want to put out something I didn't love. but here it is😊🥺 i missed the Lee family too, hope you like it!!!

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

part10: fool for you

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The waiting game began a week ago, originally the 3rd Lee baby was suppose to come early May but the due date came and passed but no baby still.

Since it's your third baby you don't feel as nervous but Mark can't really say the same. He even made sure to have all the stuff you'll need at the hospital already loaded in the car along with the baby's car seat.

"You think it might happen tonight?" he asks, nose touching your belly like he can't wait to be close to his baby

"How will they get the baby out?" Minjee asks, she sitting right beside her dad watching your belly too.

"Me and mommy will go to the hospital, then the smart and kind doctor and nurses will help mom" Mark explains as kid friendly as possible

While you listen to the two, Minjung stays beside you quiet on his seat. "You'll be okay, right mom?" he asks you

You smile sweetly at your boy, ever the caring one. "Of course, I will be. Don't worry about it okay? Remember when Minjee was born, this time you can come together" you tell him, giving him a side hug. Your son stays tucked by your side while the daddy-daughter duo make chatters on their own.

"Okay everyone, I think it's time for bed. Mommy might be tired now" Mark tells the kids, picking Minjee up from the bed making the little girl laugh out loud on their way out the room.

Minjung stays behind, waiting to say something to you

"Mommy, I have something to tell you"

"What is it, love?"

"Happy Mother's Day, if I'm reborn again I want you to be my mom again" he tells you, this made you want to burst out into tears

"It's tomorrow but thank you, and I would love to be your mom again and again. I love you, always. Okay?" you open your arms and hug him. Giving him kisses, "My sweet sweet boy, when did you grow up so big like this? Don't grow up anymore" you joke, Minjung laughs at this. He bids goodnight then goes out the room to get ready for the night.

Mark comes back to your room a few minutes later to also get ready for bed, you've already finished yours so you're just waiting for him

"You good there, baby?" he asks while watching you get comfy with your pregnancy pillow. He wishes he can do more for you but for now all he can you is attend to your every need while you carry his child.

It's the third time but he's still very much in awe of you, he thinks it's the most wonderful thing to be growing a human that his and yours. He can't do much about the 'growing a human inside your body' part of it, but he makes sure you're very well taken care of.

"Yep, just tired from today. Are the kids asleep?"

"Yea, they're excited to give your their cards for tomorrow. Don't tell them I told you though"

You let out a chuckle at that, "I'll make sure to look very surprised"

You feel him move from behind you, then he kisses you on the head "Goodnight, baby. I love you" Mark mumbles, giving you a few more kisses and a hug

"Mhm, love you too"

You woke up a few hours later from a sharp pain on your stomach, sitting up carefully on the bed you wait a few moments to get your bearing together when you feel it again

"Mark" you say but the man beside you doesn't move

"Mark" you shake him again but still he's dead as a rock

"Lee Minhyung" you say a bit louder, waking you husband up

"Wha- what what's happening?" Mark sits up confused, one eye still closed

"I think the baby is coming"

"Oh shit, okay uh what do you need? Are you in pain? We should go get dressed"

"Mark"

"The stuff is already in the car, where are my keys though. Should I get you a hoodie? Snacks? I should probably call your doctor"

"Mark"

"Don't panic, we've done this before"

"I'm not really panicking though" you mumble while watching your husband scramble around the room

"Careful, love. You're gonna wake the kids up" you tell him when he tripped on his own feet, it's after midnight so the kid are fast asleep

"Oh right, I should call Haechan to watch them. My parents won't arrive until tomorrow. Where the heck is my phone"

"LEE MINHYUNG" your loud call got his attention, halting his frantic actions

"Breath, baby. You're panicking. Now can you get me one of your sweatpants and a jacket too, then call Haechan. Your phone is right there, the keys is by the door. Breath" you tell him, getting on your feet to get ready also

Mark follows your instructions one by one, if he doesn't he's afraid he might start freaking out again. He helps you down the stairs when you're both ready and wait for Haechan to arrive.

You're not feeling the pain anymore but your belly did get more tense, taking careful steps to the kitchen you grab some snacks for later while Mark checks on the kids before leaving.

The front door open, followed by Haechan calling out for Mark

"He's upstairs, checking on the kids" you answer when Haechan walks in the kitchen

"Aren't you in labor?" he points at you

"I think, I hope. This baby is due so let's hope today is the day"

Mark then arrives, checking if you need anything else before leaving Haechan instructions "Hyung, seriously I got this. I have a kid too" Haechan chuckles

"I know, but Nari is an angel. My Minjee, I can't say the same" you laugh at Mark's words

"She's unpredictable" Haechan says "She's like you, I have a kid like you. Causing me all kinds of trouble" Mark says making you and Haechan laugh

"I got it, I'll watch the kids"

"Sorry if we ruined your mother's day plans, Mark's parent's will be here early morning tomorrow. Thanks again, Hyuck" you tell him while walking towards the door with Mark assisting you

"Don't worry about it, wifey and Nari will come here for breakfast so it's all good. Your kids love me too so it's a win win"

"Thank you again"

"Happy mother's day, Y/N" he smiles at you, giving you a quick hug and Mark a pat on the back.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, a few more contractions every once in a while but nothing you couldn't handle. You got admitted to a room with no trouble and a nurse came to check on you and the baby.

"What a way to celebrate mother's day huh" Mark says, currently he's sitting beside you giving your back a gentle rub as another contraction hits you.

"How are you gonna beat this gift next year" you joke

"Let's get this baby here first then we'll talk" he humors you

A few more hours of waiting when a doctor comes in, "Hello Mrs. Lee, Mr. Lee"

"Everything looks good with you, but there's seem to a little hiccup"

"What? What's wrong? Is the baby okay?" the moment you heard the 'but' your heart started to beat faster

"All good, it's just the baby is currently feet first. Meaning they are not facing the way they're supposed to be. And since your contractions started hours ago and your water already broke, we're in a countdown here before it gets dangerous for you and the baby"

You're at lost for words so you turn to Mark, his hand is holding your the entire time to provide comfort. He looks at you then looks at the doctor again, "What do we need to do? Just please keep my wife and my baby safe"

"I'm afraid she has to get an emergency c-section"

"Mark" you mumble, "Hey hey it's okay, I'm here" he tells you

"We'll get the OR ready for you, a nurse will come here to get some papers signed and get Y/N ready for surgery. We'll do our best to keep her and the baby safe"

It all happened so fast. The doctor exits the room, you didn't even get a few moments before a few nurses enter the room. One talking to Mark about the surgery and a few helped you get ready.

They wheel the bed out of the room, Mark still right beside you.

"Hey, I'll be right beside you the entire time. I know this isn't part of the plan but you can do it" he kisses you on the head

"I'm scared" you say for the first time and this breaks Mark's heart. He wishes there was a way to transfer your pain to him, he'd take it all for you.

"I know, baby. I won't leave okay? I'll be with you. You'll be fine" he assures you. No matter how many times your doctor and all the nurses assured you you'll be fine, only Mark's got you to calm down a bit.

They got you ready for the surgery while Mark waits outside, waiting for one of the nurses to call him. When he got the go signal, he walks in to see you lying down with a curtain in the middle blocking the view of the doctors and nurses helping to get the baby out

"Hey you, how are you feeling?" he asks quietly, running his thumb on your cheek to give some comfort

"Scared, but better now you're here. I just want the baby to come out safe and healthy" you tell him

"They're working on it now, tell me if you're feeling anything weird okay?"

"Mark baby, I'm literally cut open right now while they're trying to get your kid out of me" you joke

"You know what I mean, glad to hear you cracking a joke at a time like this"

You smile at your husband, even though you're really scared right now seeing him and knowing he's there for you is enough to ease your mind. You trust Mark to make sure you're going be all right.

"Okay, the baby's here just a moment okay I see the feet, body out a little more" you hear your doctor say then in a few seconds you hear it

"head out, baby's here and it's a boy. Look momma look" the nurses put the curtain down to show the baby, Mark helped you lean your head up to see. Both of you getting teary eyed, you look over at Mark to see him looking at the baby with the familiar lovestruck look in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, to witness him being the best father to your kids everyday, like life is being brought into him at this very moment is making you think every moment is worth it no matter how scary it is. You love being the mother of his kids as much as he loves being a father to them.

Mark then looks at you, tears already falling down his cheeks "We have another boy, oh my gosh. You did so so good baby, I'm so proud of you. He's perfect" he leans down to kiss you on the cheek

"It's a healthy baby boy, dad would you mind walking here to cut the cord"

While the doctor finishes surgery, Mark stands on the side with baby boy. They hand him the little bundle of joy after checking everything, "You can hold him while we wait for mom, then we can stay in the recovery room then someone will come and check again on baby and mommy. When we get the clearance, you can go back to your room" the nurse explains

The baby in Mark's arm fusses but Mark expertly hushes and rocks him, his son immediately finding comfort in his father's arm

"You're an expert" the nurse compliments him

"We got two more at home" he proudly says

A few hours passed before you got the okay signal to go back to your room. The baby is currently sleeping in his crib while you get some rest. You didn't expect to feel this tired after surgery but you feel so drained

Mark went outside to get some food for you and him, you weren't really asleep you were just resting your eyes when you heard the door open and close

"Oh shit, you're asleep" you hear your husband mumble

"Language, there's a baby there" you tell him, opening your eyes only to see him holding a big bouquet of flowers

"Happy Mother's Day, my love" he walks towards you, putting the flowers down somewhere safe before handing you a paperbag

"What's this?"

"Your mother's day gift and push present"

"I thought that was my push present" you point your lips at the sleeping baby

Mark chuckles, urging you to open the bag. You carefully do so, feeling a velvet box inside "Minhyung, what is this?"

"Open it" he smiles at you, he watches you flip the box open. Inside is a ring somewhen similar to your engagement ring with a few details different

"Mark Lee, you did not. This is-" "You deserve it, baby. Plus we've always talked about giving your rings to your son someday and since we have two sons now I thought you will need another ring"

"Did you really buy this and hope for a boy?" you joked

"Nah, I have a back up just in case"

"I can't believe it, we have two boys. I know Minjung will be so excited, but Minjee will be elated to know she's still the only princess"

Mark chuckles at that, seating gently by your side while the two of you watch your newborn son.

"He got your nose, it's so cute" he mumbles "Got your cheeks though, just like Minjung and Jee, I hope he got your eyes too. I love your eyes" you tell him, resting your head on his shoulder

"You tired? go get some rest, baby. I'll take care of him, let me know too if you're feeling anything okay?" he tells you, helping you settle on the bed

"Mark, I love you"

He looks down at you, getting cozy on the bed with your drowsy but beautiful eyes he loves so much. "I love you more, baby. I'm so proud of you, you superwoman"

"Couldn't have done it without you"

"You would've have, you could but you don't have to. As long as I'm here you don't have to do anything by yourself. I know you're the strongest and bravest woman, and I'm in awe of you everyday. But in this lifetime, you got me always" he leans down, giving you sweet kiss.

"Oh and I thought of a name for him"

"Do tell, my lady" he indulges you. You actually named all of your kids, ofcourse you tell him first to make sure you both like it. But he leaves it up to you, his reason being the kids will get his surname anyways so he lets you think of their names, Minjung and Minjee.

"Minsu, I read somewhere it means gentle. Minjung, Minjee and Minsu" you smile at your kids' name

"Minjung, Minjee and Minsu Lee. I love it"

"Really?"

"Mhm, you got four Min's now" he smiles

"Is it too obvious I love you so much?"

"Nah, I think the three kids is kinda telling I love you more. Who knows, we'll have a fourth one" he jokes

"Lee Minhyung!"

[blckbarbiedoll]

Million Dollar Baby

Epilogue

February 22, 2020-Los Angeles, California

You placed the dirty plates and silverware into the dishwasher before joining Patrick on the couch and waited for your other halves to join you.

"Do you think she liked us?" You asked.

"She's a seven year old. I'm sure she was just focused on her dinosaur chicken nuggets."

"She's our partner's daughter. It'd be nice if she likes us."

Tashi and Art joined you in the living room soon after. They handed you both glasses and poured some wine.

"She loved you guys." Tashi smiled. "She said Patrick was funny, and you were very pretty."

"What'd she say about the whole relationship thing?" Patrick asked.

"She was a little confused, but then she said it's okay because now she gets another mommy and daddy, and more Christmas presents."

"Thank god." You sighed.

"You know, we were thinking." Art said. "Now that you guys are married and Lily knows about us..." He looked to his wife.

"We were thinking, why don't the four of us...ya know?"

"No, we don't know."

"We're proposing, guys."

You and Patrick looked at each other and smiled before you jumped up and embraced them both. 

"I love you so much!" You exclaimed before kissing them both.

"Is that a yes?" The blonde asked.

"Yes!"

You all turned to look at Patrick who had remained silent.

"Pat?"

He smirked and nodded. "Yes. I wanna marry you both so fucking bad." He came over and pressed a soft kiss to Art's lips before doing the same to Tashi. 

"Even though it can't be legal, we thought we could still make it official." She pulled a small box out of her pocket and opened it. "I know it's not much. We didn't wanna be too flashy."

You both looked at the two silver wedding bands and grinned.

"There's an inscription on the inside." Art told you.

You picked one up and turned it over. 

'Love-Love'

"They're perfect."

You both took your own wedding bands off and slipped the new ones on.

"What about you guys?" You asked.

"We got some for ourselves. We were waiting until you said yes."

"Well put them on!" Patrick said excitedly.

They giggled and pulled their rings out of their pockets and copied your earlier actions.

"We should live together." You stated. "I mean, it'd be kinda weird if we're married and live apart. But I totally get it if you don't wanna do that right now."

Tashi grabbed your hand and grinned. "I already got the Alaskan King up the stairs. You're moving in."

"Good." Patrick said. "I cannot have Art's cold feet against my legs anymore."

"Oh, you love my feet."

"Not when I'm sleeping."

"Did you tell your parents?" You asked her.

"I'm saving that for another day. Right now, I just wanna be with my family."

You all began to cuddle together on the couch. You raked your fingers through Tashi's hair while Art was sitting in between Patrick's legs.

"Do you guys remember when we first met?" You asked the group.

"Like it was yesterday." Art smiled. "We thought you two were goddesses."

"We still do."

"I used to think about what would've happened if we hadn't gone to your hotel room. But now, I don't give a shit. This is way better."

"I love you guys." Tashi smiled as she reached over kiss the boys before kissing you.

"We love you too."

Later that night, you all made your way up the stairs and got into bed. 

"I love this new bed." Patrick said.

"Maybe now I won't have your morning breath in my face." Art joked.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

He climbed over Tashi and laid in between you and Art.

"Now you will."

"You're insane."

"You love it." He planted a soft kiss onto his lips and smirked.

"I love this family." You grinned before cuddling into Patrick's side and drifting off to sleep.

[tragedybunny]

Pretty Baby

༺Summary༻

Astarion is a trophy wife that does online porn and gets soft dommed by his loving wife.

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Tav

༺Warnings༻ NSFW - PiV Sex, Anal Play, Femdom, Mommy Kink, Feminization

༺Word Count༻ 2870

༺A/N༻ I'm gonna be straight with ya - there was a lot of pseudoephed and sinus cold involved in the conception of this. I am accepting no responsibility for it.

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It's 6 PM and I just got home from the office. Pulling into the driveway, I let the car idle a bit before getting out. It builds the anticipation, I know he can hear it, know that he's in there, waiting for me, my sweet wife, my Astarion.

He's kneeling on that plush white rug that I indulged him and bought, even though it's a nightmare to have cleaned. That perfect body of his is clothed in nothing but his new pink, lacy, lingerie set that we picked out yesterday. 

I feel myself getting a little wet thinking about it, how I watched him put it on this morning during his stream. Whenever I have time, I like to turn it on, even in the background, watch what they're all wishing they could have, but it belongs to me. 

He'd been artfully arranged in bed when it had started. “Hello darlings,” he'd purred for his audience. “Forgive my state, I'm just waking up.”

I laughed loud enough that I was thankful my office door was closed. Did anyone really believe he looked that made up fresh out of bed. He'd been up since I got up, cooking us breakfast in an old band t-shirt and boxers, curls wild, red eyes full of sleep still. My sweet little albino weirdo, he listened to me complain about how we were out of blueberries for my oatmeal and promised to get more. “Get some strawberries too while you're there,” I'd added on my way out the door. After I left for work, he got ready for his stream. 

Whenever someone at the law firm asked what my spouse did, I told them he was a social media marketing consultant. When they asked for who, I told them it was all hush-hush, NDA's, they were lawyers, they understood. At this point, they were convinced he worked for the pentagon or something, if only they knew. 

After he told the audience his ridiculous lie, he rolled over in bed and stretched dramatically, flexing lean muscles for the camera. “I need to go to the farmer’s market today, mommy is out of organic blueberries. But she got me something special and told me I have to wear it if I leave the house.” 

My hands had drifted to the crotch of my pants, client emails forgotten. He had been asking to wear a plug outside the house, I told him if he remembered his lingerie and to send me pictures, we'd talk. Pulling the set from his dresser drawer, he showed it to the camera. “Mommy is spoiling me, isn't she, darlings?” 

My fingers ghosted over my mound as I watched him put on the pink bralette and thong panties. Somehow, it was more intoxicating than seeing him nude. “I'll be taking some pictures later that you all can indulge in, but for now I'm off.” 

Thinking back on it, I can't wait anymore and turn the car off. As soon as I walk in the door, I head straight for the living room, dropping my bag on the chair to find my little treat waiting for me, on his knees, still dressed like I'd told him. “There's my little wife,” I greet him, and he knows he's good to talk. 

“Hi mommy, how was your day.” He shifts one leg forward on instinct so that I can put my foot on his thigh. 

“Fine, nothing terribly exciting,” I answer as he takes my shoe off. Switching feet, he takes the other one off, kissing my leg through my suit pants. 

“I'm glad it wasn't too stressful.” Shoes gone, he starts to work on my pants. 

“And how about you, were you a good little wife today? I saw you getting dressed on your stream.” I run my hand through his platinum curls and give them a playful tug. 

He smiles proudly. “Yes, mommy, I did my errand and I had a nice day. I love it when you take time to watch me.”

“I know you do, baby. And you sent me so many nice pictures of you in your gift, just like I asked.” I step out of the pants and signal him to stand so he can finish undressing me. When he's done, he hands me a comfortable, loose dress he has ready. “What's for dinner?” 

Astarion is a middling cook, and we eat a lot of take out, but sometimes it's nice to push him out of his comfort zone. Especially since he doesn't do all that much around the house with the maid service and the grocery delivery. He's a trophy wife. I knew that the moment I met him though, back in law school. He'd been forced into it by his adoptive father, Cazador Szarr and was so visibly unhappy with it and his whole life. We'd eloped six months after we met so I could get him out from under that monster’s thumb. I hadn't regretted it since, our less traditional proclivities even ended up complementing one another. 

“Lasagna,” he says, looping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my shoulder. “It's almost done and I promise the maid didn't help this time.” 

“Good job, baby. Go handle my clothes and we'll eat.” 

Dinner is served by Astarion with a cute little apron over his lingerie. Not every night is playtime like this, but it is Friday so we've got time to enjoy ourselves. The lasagna is an improvement over the last time and he even took care to make a wine pairing from a local winery. “They had samples at the farmers market, so I could make sure it's up to your standards.” 

The bottle comes back with us to the living room where I leave Astarion to pick out a movie while I grab some toys for the evening. His eyes get wide with excitement as I lay them out on the table next to the wine glasses. My wand, his plug with the pink jewel top, lube, and his paddle in case he gets bratty. I don't spank him often, only when he's seriously asking for it.

“Come here, wifey.” I take a seat on the champagne pink couch and settle him between my legs with a glass of wine. 

What we're watching doesn't even matter as he starts loving on me almost immediately. The skirt of my dress is short enough that it rides up and leaves plenty of me exposed. He kisses and nibbles my thighs, fingers digging in, begging for my attention. My own underwear are getting slick. 

“Please, can I pleasure you?” He rasps, finishing his wine and setting the glass aside. Kneeling, he turns to face me, crimson eyes begging.

“Hmm, you said you were good today. Did you get my blueberries?” He nods enthusiastically. “And the strawberries?” His face falls, I did add that at the last minute, maybe it's a little unfair.

“I forgot,” he looks down at the carpet. Poor little dear, his cock is already half-hard in his panties. 

“You can use the wand for now. Anything else depends on your behavior.” He doesn't look up right away and I tip his chin up with my fingers. “Understood?”

“Yes, mommy.” Obediently, he retrieves my wand and sets it to low, he's so well-trained with it. 

My legs spread and he bushes it lightly against my clit through my underwear. “Good baby.” 

He works me gently to the precipice, stroking the wand over me rhythmically until I'm panting and groaning in need. My fingers wrap themselves in his curls and I tug him forward, demanding more. Placing it flush against me, he goes back to kissing my thighs. 

Bucking my hips against the wand, I feel myself letting go. “I'm going to come love, you're doing so good.” Moaning, I clench around nothing, and pull his face against my sodden underwear by his hair. 

Taking the wand, I turn it off and pet him, fingers drifting lightly over his scalp. Despite not fulfilling all my requests, I know I'm going to need him inside me tonight. I'll just have to think of a little punishment to remind him that he's not getting away with it. But for now, I want to play with my little wife.

“Lay in my lap, let's get this plug in you.” 

He blushes adorably and quickly does as he is told, laying across my thighs so I can reach his bottom. Taking another drink of wine, I let him wait, feeling him squirm with anticipation. Finally, I grab the lube and coat my fingers. 

Pulling his thong to the side, I spread him open and gently work a finger inside him. Below me he already starts making noises.  Another finger slips in and he mewls. “Feeling good, baby?”  

“Yes, mommy, you're so good to me.” 

My fingers flex inside him, eliciting little moans as I prep him. When I'm satisfied he's ready, I lube up the plug and place it teasingly close to his entrance. “I want you to keep still, and no coming. If you want to wear this out of the house, you need to prove you're not going to be a mess about it.” 

“Y-yes, mommy.” 

This is actually unfair and he knows it. I wouldn't be there to play with him if he wore it out. But he accepts it like the good wife he is. 

Slowly, I push it inside of him, treasuring the little gasps he makes. Once it's inside, I give it a firm push and he actually yelps. Poor thing, I'm just getting started. 

Focusing on the movie, I start to idly play with it. Teasingly, I tug on it, working it back and forth until I feel him rut against my thigh. Lightly, I smack his bottom in warning. “What did I say?” He stills but whimpers as I keep going. 

After he's good and worked up, I give him a break, rubbing his back and playing with his curls. I feel his cock, hard enough to dig into my thigh, and his panties wet with pre-cum.

When his breathing evens out, I start again and feel him shaking as he fights the urge to thrust against me. “Mommy, please,” he whines. 

“A little longer baby,” I answer soothingly, now fucking him properly with it. 

His moans turn to cries as he fights the rising tide of an orgasm, control something he's never been particularly good at. Finally, I take pity and stop, letting the plug settle inside him. “I think you've been very good tonight. I'm going to let you fuck me, but you can't finish in me because you still need a punishment for forgetting.” 

He petulantly agrees and gets off my lap, kneeling on near me, while I set my clothes and lay out on the couch. “You can touch and kiss all you want.” I instruct, reaching out to stroke him through wet lace. “These are so pretty, but let's get them off so we don't ruin them.” 

When they're discarded on the floor, he slots himself between my thighs and runs his hands over my body. “You're so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?” 

I'm so wet, there's no resistance as he slides inside me, a relieved groan escaping him. His lips kiss every inch of me as he pumps slowly into me with restraint that's been trained into him. 

Hesitantly, he takes a nipple between his lips, looking up to make sure he has permission. I nod and he hungrily suckles at it, the pace of his hips increasing. 

“That's it, harder.” I encourage, reaching to scrape my nails along his back and ass. His hips snap harshly as he stays latched onto me, teeth scraping my nipple with just the right amount of pain. “I'm close, touch me.”

His fingers eagerly dip between my legs, knowing he can't come unless I do first. My hips buck into the firm circles he's rubbing, and my legs wrap around his back. He fucks so damn good. “That's it, love, such a good little wife,” I moan and see stars. 

He whines and jerks back as I'm still riding my high. “I- I'm,” the rest of his words are lost to heaving breaths as he tries not to spill himself.

“We need to work on that control of yours,” I scold gently and he pouts. “I'll remember that attitude later. Now go on and finish up.”

“Thank you, mommy.” He palms himself and begins to stroke vigorously.

Reaching for my phone from the table behind me, I open the camera. I'll hold onto these for myself for a while, then let him post them. I don't mind sharing his beauty with the audience, but I get first dibs. 

“There's my pretty baby,” I coo, watching his face beam at the praise while I snap the loveliest pictures of him. 

“I want to watch you come. Can you do that for me? Get it all over yourself.” I zoom in on his leaking cock, elegant fingers wrapped around it, then his face, eyes closed, mouth parted. 

With a final moan, he comes, seed coating his stomach and pelvis. “Look at me love.” His eyes are hazy when he brings them to mine, and he's smiling dazedly. “Let me get some pictures of you, you're such a beautiful little mess.” 

God, I may keep these forever, he looks so blissed out. Putting my phone away, I lean over and kiss him tenderly. “Let's get you in a bath.” 

In the water, he curls up in my arms, the little spoon, my cherished wife. “Did you enjoy yourself,” I ask, kissing the top of his head. 

“I always do with you.” Taking one of my hands, he kisses it reverently. 

“And you still like all this, right?”

He goes stiff in my arms and hesitates. His adoptive father had no tolerance for Astarion’s more unique tastes. “Yes,” he breathes, distraught enough that I feel bad. 

“That's good, because we have to make a special stop before groceries for the dinner party tomorrow.” Grabbing my phone, I open the email concerning a gift I ordered him. 

A rose gold metallic band sits on a bed of red velvet. A normal choker, save for the tiny lock in place of closure. “You mean it?” His voice is breathy with excitement.

“Of course, a pretty collar for my pretty wife.” 

“Can I wear it to the dinner party?” 

“Are you ready for everyone to see it?” I don't want him taking on too much at once. 

“I am, besides, I can't wait to see who's the most awkward about it.” Little breathy giggles escape him. 

“Gale for sure,” I add my laughter to his, glad he's so happy.

“Can…can I wear a skirt tomorrow when we go out?” 

“Sure baby. Do you want one for the party too?” I've asked before if he wanted to be thought of as a different gender, and he always says no, despite very much wanted to be called wife. 

“No, I think the collar will be enough excitement for them.” 

“Alright, that sounds like a good plan. Now let's get out of here before we both get all pruney.” 

The camera is set up for an early stream the next morning. Astarion flounces into the room in the fluffiest black tulle skirt with cream silk blouse. “Good morning darlings, mommy is taking me out today, and she said since I was good I get a little reward.” 

He bends himself over the ottoman that's the same pink hue as the couch. A pretty little sight with his bottom in the air. “And she's going to be nice and help me with it.”

I don't make appearances on his stream often, and they're always from the waist down to avoid recognition. Carefully, I sit next to him on the couch, keeping my face out of view, and push his skirt up before pulling down his panties. Sensible black cotton for today. We gave him some prep off camera so the audience can get straight to the goods. 

Plug in hand, I give him a showy little spread first. That's right, look at my wife's cute little asshole you simps, I think to the audience spending their hard-earned money on him. I push it in, letting his whimpers fill the air. It's so hard to not talk, to not call him pretty baby and tell him how good he is, but I can't have my voice recognized. 

When it's in, I give his bottom a few firm smacks for everyone watching to enjoy. A little payback for the pout last night. “Mommy,” he whines, not having expected the improptu punishment. When I'm finished, I pull his panties back up and he turns to sit facing the camera, eyes watery. “We've got a busy day, so I probably won't see you all again today. I promise a nice long video next time.” 

Once he gets the camera off, I pull him in for a kiss, tongue darting into his mouth. “Let's get going. I want to make it back early enough ruin this cute little outfit of yours.” 

[heavyhitterheaux]

One Last Sleep

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

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y/ninsta and jackharlow: last sleep until we meet our babies earth side 💕

danivalentine: AHHHH I AM SO EXCITED!!!! urbanwyatt: my best friends in the entire world are about to become parents 😭(I mean they're already the parents of privategarden, but yall get it) saweetie: my bestie makes pregnancy look good! y/ninsta: saweetie I am literally a whale and I have to waddle everywhere, but go off sis lol saweetie: y/ninsta shut up and take the damn compliment smh danivalentine: three more people to love! 2forwoyne: I swear I'm not going to cry when we get to see them quiiso: 2forwoyne but how much you wanna bet urbanwyatt will? softtcurse: quiiso he may have already started lol druski2funny: how much do yall wanna bet that them triplets about to be bad as shit? lmaoooo jackharlow: druski2funny imma kick your ass for that smh y/ninsta: druski2funny they're going to be the perfect little angels! cut it out! lilnasx: can't wait to see yall in yall parent era claybornharlow: you look amazing y/ninsta! I'm glad that since you didn't choose me to be your husband, you're still in the family! jackharlow: claybornharlow what kind of back handed compliment was that? CAN I AT LEAST HAVE ONE DAY OF PEACE BEFORE I'M NOT ABOUT TO GET ANY SLEEP? claybornharlow: jackharlow no. dualipa: step mommy is here and ready for them to make their debut! jackharlow: dualipa I literally cannot with you anymore smh maggieharlow: these last few weeks have flown by! you two are going to be amazing parents! so so proud of the both of you! jackandy/naremyparents: well this is it! OMG three at one time?! lemme go pray for yall because..... WHEW normani: they are going to be absolutely beautiful and have the greatest set of parents! sza: when can I babysit?! jackharlowsource: BRB CRYING allthingsy/n: can't wait until they tell us their names! urbanwyatt: allthingsy/n urban henry wyatt there you go y/ninsta: URBY! CUT IT OUT! urbanwyatt: y/ninsta what I do?!!? theestallion: okay who do we think they're going to look like? yungskylark: theestallion they're definitely going to have curly hair since both of them have it anyway saweetie: hmm I'm thinking baby number 1 looks like y/ninsta dualipa: baby number 2 looks like me jackharlow: DUA! claybornharlow: dualipa you meant me jackharlow: what is WITH you two? quiiso: number 2 is jackharlow up and down and number 3 looks like both y/ninsta: I can tell you from the sonogram, number three doesn't look like me at all lol that's daddy's baby all the way but we'll see

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y/ninsta: the cutest date that I ever did see, look at my baby daddy 😍

jackharlow: had to do it one last time as a family of two 😭 urbanwyatt: jackharlow you mean three even though I wasn't invited smh jackharlow: urbanwyatt you went out with Yasmin! cut it out! softtcurse: jackharlow I would have left him at home and went out with yall instead, not going to lie urbanwyatt: and you think you know somebody smh 2forwoyne: hold on, you need to include PG too! we're yall kids! y/ninsta: oh goodness. here we go. shloob_: now we have to fight for their attention once the triplets get here tomorrow quiiso: yes! I second this! jackharlow: we've raised yall for how many years? yall can branch out a little lol danivalentine: yall are so incredibly cute y/ninsta: danivalentine that's my man and imma stick beside him claybornharlow: I mean he's okay, if you're into that I mean y/ninsta: little baby! jackharlow: claybornharlow we literally look alike but go off, I guess jessicakelce: me and blancahood are getting on a plane as we speak! can't wait to see the both of you and meet them! jackharlow: HOLD ON, PAUSE! y/ninsta BABY! y/ninsta: jackharlow RESUME! what's wrong? jackharlow: y/ninsta not the hot chips and bad decisions crew helping out with the newborns. THERE'S ABOUT TO BE HOT CHEETOS STAINS ALL OVER MY HOUSE! jessicakelce: jackharlow THAT WAS ONE TIME AND I WAS DRUNK. LET IT GO! jackharlow: jessicakelce HELL NO, I'M NOT LETTING THAT SHIT GO! blancahood: jessicakelce but there was an entire trail that led us to the bathroom where you were fighting for your life from being hungover y/ninsta: I remember that. good times. jessicakelce: y/ninsta MAYBE FOR YOU, BUT NOT ME! traviskelce: jessicakelce no one told you to down that last drink like it was water, you brought it on yourself lmao jessicakelce: traviskelce that's it. DIVORCE! y/ninsta: LMAOOOO AYE YO 😭😭😭 blancahood: not jess saying she wants a divorce lmao y/ninsta: but yes jackharlow they'll be with us for two weeks jackharlow: y/ninsta TWO WEEKS? BRB, babe. y/ninsta: jackharlow where are you going? jackharlow: y/ninsta to hide all the hot chips and bring them back out when they leave blancahood: jackharlow hmm funny. I'm bringing some in my suitcase and buying a stash when I get there jackharlow: blancahood then your ass needs to eat them outside and wash your hands with the hose before coming back in. if I see one crumb, I'm kicking yall out

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[mintaikk]

I was listening to the song Army Dreamers and, even though I do too much of it, it got me thinking.

The song is about the mother's of the soldiers who have died in war. It's such a bitter sweet song, with song reffering to the boy as "Mommy's hero", and it being sang like a lullabye. The mother is proud of her son for dying valiantly, but she is so heartbroken because that's her baby. The choices he had in life were taken away from him once that bullet shot through his body. And he hadn't even made it to his 20th birthday. He was still a teenager.

While my heart goes out to these mothers, I always just feel so angry at the fact that it's happening. The US has so much military propaganda, and I hate it. We're shown what heroes people in the military are, and how they risk their lives for our country everyday. I fell victim to this too! In my girl scouts when I was in 3rd grade, a soldier came in and I was so interested in how many things could be used as weapons.

But, this is the US. We're one of the most powerful countries in the world. What are we defending from? 9 times out of 10, we don't need to be protected from other countries; other countries need to be protected from us. We go kill in Vietnam bcuz of communism in a country that's across the world from us, we split the Koreas and cause a war, we bomb the middle east and kill civilians all for oil. We're helping Israel in a GENOCIDE just bcuz Isarael can aid us or some shit. Tell me; is having oil or a tiny bit more power worth the lives of millions? So many people are dying because of our military, and this propaganda is making it worse.

But the terrible thing is that we need this propaganda, or else we'll have draft. Ik that in other countries, drafts are seen as noble thing bcuz larger countries can come and attack snd they need all the defense they can get. But even then, I'm still against the draft. Civilians shouldn't have to be put in war. IL thar many civilians who aren't soldiers are facing thr horrors of war, but they shouldn't. I'm against the draft, and I'm so, so thankful my country doesn't have it. But, people are realizing the militaries propaganda, and they don't want to go bomb middle eastern countries anymore, because they are realizing how horrifying that is. And once people stop, then they're going to force people to bomb those countries. They're going to force these people into a war just so capitalism can thrive. No matter the option, it's going to end with people dying.

The military preys on poor people. I know this, because I come from a military background. My grandpa and his brother were in the army. Only reason my Poppy (grandpa) didn't fight in Vietnam was because he was in college to become a doctor.

His brother didn't need to go. He wasn't drafted, but he offered to go because he was older, already in the military, and he believed that he could teach the younger soldiers.

And 2 days before he was meant to come back, he was shot by a Vietnamese soldier.

Yes, I know he offered to go. I never met him, but I believe he is a good person for wanting to go because he wanted to teach the other soldiers. But everytime I think about it, I see the tears of my Poppy whenever he sees a picture of his brother. I see the tears of my Poppy whenever younger me would ask him about it. He has dementia, but his brother dying is something he remembers, and it pains my fucking soul.

It wasn't the soldier's fault. It's war. Times are scary. He was doing his job. I don't know who he was, and do not at all hate for him it, and neitber does my Poppy. I hope he's doing well now, and I hope that he is okay after what happened.

It was the fault of the US government for fighting an unesecary fucking war and sacrificing so, so many people to do so.

My heart still goes out to the mother's of their little army dreamers. But I want their grief to become anger, at the fact that our government would exploit it's citizens like this, just to fight in their useless capitalist and xenophobic wars

Sorry, I was just listening to the song and got flashbacks while crying and I dont have a journal (as you can clearly tell from the shit i post. I really need to get one, lmao). Just had to vent

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Come Home: Single Mom AU

Blake: (sets serving tray on the table and pours two cups of tea) How are things back in Menagerie?

Kali: They're going just fine, dear. How are things here?

Blake: (pauses) They've... uh... been better.

Kali: Oh?

Blake: (sighs) The landlord sold the building to a new company, and they're raising rent. I can't afford it with my current job.

Kali: I'm so sorry, dear. (sips tea) ...I know this might not be what you want to hear, but have you thought about coming home? You and Kela can live with your father and I until you save up enough money to buy yourself a house, Kela won't be bullied at school anymore, and I'm sure your father can get you a job working in the liaison office.

Blake: (worries lip) If you had asked me that a few months ago, I would have jumped at the offer....

Kali: (arches eyebrow) Oh, what changed?

Blake: (blushes and tucks hair behind her ear) I... uh... I met someone...

Kali: (deadpans) Blake.

Blake: Let me explain, please. She's a wonderful woman. She didn't run away like other dates when she found out about Kela. In fact, she ran down to the flower shop to pick her up her own bouquet of flowers. She even let her come with on our first date. She's been so kind and patient with both of us, and Kela thinks the world of her.

Kali: Hmm... (sips tea) She sounds interesting. When did you intend to introduce this mysterious Faunus girl to us?

Blake: (sweating) Uhm... She's actually a human...

Kali: (spits out her tea) A human?

Blake: That's actually better than I thought you'd react (sips tea timidly)

Kali: Blake-

Kela: (entering the apartment) Mommy, we're home!

Blake: Hi, baby. You're home early. How was school?

Kela: I got a gold star on my book report! Hi, Grandma!

Kali: Hello, little cub, my how big you've gotten! (stares pointedly at Yang) And who is this you've brought home with you?

Kela: That's Ya- oops... Uh, that's Ms. Yang! She's dating Mommy.

Kali: (eyes narrow) Ms. Yang? Why do you call her that?

Kela: Because Mommy says I need to be polite and show my manners when talking about her around adults. When we're alone, I can call her Yang.

Kali: Really? And do you like Yang?

Kela: Mmhmm! She picks me up from school every Thursday, and helps me with my homework when Mommy's too busy. We all spend Saturdays together and go to parks or the library. She offers to make dinner those days so Mommy can have a break on those days.

Blake & Yang: (sigh in relief)

Kela: She's stayed overnight a couple of times too! I saw them wrestling on the couch one night when I went to get a drink of water. She makes the best pancakes!

Blake & Yang: (silent screaming)

Kali: It sounds like you like her very much.

Kela: (nods)

Kali: Does she make you happy?

Kela: Yes!

Kali: Does she make your mommy happy?

Kela: She's happier when Yang's around. (whispers) Even though she tries to hide it.

Kali: (laughs) I believe it. Well, how about you go to your room and put your stuff away while the adults talk for a minute.

Kela: Okay, Grandma! (gives her a hug, rushes to give Blake a hug, and finally gives a shell shocked Yang a hug before running to her room)

Kali: (sipping her tea) Well, Yang, you might as well have a seat. Now that I've gotten my granddaughter and daughter's opinion of you, I think it's time we've had a chat.

Yang: (shuffles over to the table like a zombie and sits down) Am I going to die?

Kali: Oh, hardly. I just want to formally welcome you to the family. I haven't had that much fun in ages. I think I'm already beginning to like you.

Part 2

[howyouloveyourdragon]

ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ ʜᴄꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ

part 1

pronouns: they them warnings: nsfw section but not neccessary

you hate hiding it from Jace

like actually hate it

he's one of your closest friend and has helped you on numerous occasions but Rhaenyra is just so...Rhaenyra

she almost doesn't even feel like Jace's mum anymore, it's like she two different people to you now

everytime you meet up to go and end things, you're pulled into her embrace again and you don't care anymore, it just feels so right for something so wrong. how could it be wrong for the both of you to be together?

of course Jace notices the change in you but he's not suspicious, you told him you got a new part-time job and with the tips you're making you don't have to worry anymore

he's satisfied enough knowing you're happy

(he secretly thinks you might be a stripper now but doesn't say anything)

you go to less of the dinners at the house on weekends because you feel guilty every time Rhaenyra so much as passes the salt and because you almost always wind up back in her room, her swallowing your moans and praising you like a prayer

the next morning always goes the same way, you leave early and then meet up with her later that night for dinner at the same restaurant your relationship started, somewhere out of town and away from prying eyes

eventually you tell him that you're a sugar baby after you're caught out

you tell him you're working one day so he went to check up on you only to hear that you'd never step foot in there before

you don't tell him it's rhaenyra though

how do you even approach that "hey dude you know when i said i was fucking your mum a year ago when you were pissing me off? oops did it again"

did he even know that she and daemon had a polyamorous relationship?

you didn't wanna find out

so instead you answer all his questions except for the big one... who is it

you both love spending the money on things you can do together but that doesn't mean she doesn't absolutely spoil you, loving the way jewellery she bought you hangs on you

the clothes she buys you are often in her signature black and red but just pout those pretty lips at her and the world is yours

you might as well not even tell you what you need because she'll find out anyway, buying your textbooks before your teacher even mentions them, replacing your apartment furniture every few months because she only wany wants the best for her baby

every once in awhile she might ask if it's okay Daemon join you both for dinner but she doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

if you do choose to let him into the relationship then it definitely sparks some competitive tension between them but they both love spoiling you together

it actually brings them closer, going out shopping on thursdays for you, brainstorming date ideas and what would look good on you, talking about you

they don't want their sweet baby overworking themself

Rhaenyra likes to read over your essays and uniwork, offering to fact-check for you or offer any personal opinions but it mostly ends up in her spewing praise and 'rewarding' you

she spends half her nights at your place and half her place at home, she still loves her husband but you're just so inviting

of course the kids are slightly suspicious but they're going through their own phases and tribulations so long as their mama's home when she gets back home from work, they're happy

she likes things sentimental so i think she would like returning to the restaurant you both first made the agreement but will love when you suggest somewhere, it makes her feel special and especially that you're not just doing it for the money

NSFW

mommy nyra lovess eating you out

for every night you spend apart she doubles the orgasms she pulls from you (on some aegon 1 shit)

half her savings are going toward your lingerie at this point, you just look so pretty all dolled up for her and humping her thigh like a good girl

she likes tugging at your hair but only gently as she pulls you against her

she's not especially vocal but she does make breathy moans and praises at you, she likes intimacy so will usually whisper in your ear as you ride her strap perfectly chosen for you

she likes gripping your thighs and leaving hickeys over you

i feel like one day she would take you to a sex shop and tell you to pick up anything you want and just leave you there dumbfounded for half an hour before coming back and buying out half their collection to try

again i feel like she'd be ecstatic if you wanted to let Daemon into the bedroom but she will never force you, your relationship isn't just about sex and she has the most soft aftercare

she likes washing your hair after sex and braiding it for you before bed, wrapping her arms around you like a teddy bear

she wouldn't be above asking to record you both doing the deed, i can imagine it

i think she would call you endearments such as her 'good girl' or 'sweet one'

definitely a service top in this scenario, she wants her pretty girl feeling loved

Taglist: @multi-fandoms-stuff @syzrina

[cupidspup]

Take A Break Pt. 2/2

A/N: This part of the concept thing leaves off of the last part so if you haven't read the last one the beginning of this one may be a little confusing at the beginning :p -Puppy

Prompt: You and your caregiver take the day to spend together [heart] In this part you really start to get in touch with your little roots!

 C/W: parental type names (daddy/dada/mama/mommy/baba ect.)I'm going to try and switch up the names for the sake of being a little more inclusive! 

You start to finish up your apple snack, savoring the cute shapes and a little sad that you won't be able to take them in much anymore. Your caregiver apparently notices this and ruffles your hair. "Don't worry sweetheart, I can cut up some more fruit for you another time if you'd like." They give you a warm smile and you can't help but light up at them. You just love your caregiver so much you can't help it! "Hehe thankie papa!" You smile wide at your caregiver and they grab the last apple slice. 

 "Open wide, little one!" they say with a loving voice. You squirm happily and allow them to feed you the snack, your chest pings as you feel yourself regress even further. "There's my good boy/girl/baby. Now, let me go and wash this plate while you go get your stuffies hm? I bet they're dying to get some playtime with you sweetheart!" You nod happily in agreement and run off to get your favorite stuffies. It doesn't matter how many or if you make a mess. Right now is your time and messes can always be cleaned up later. As you run back to the room your caregiver calls out to you. 

“So, little one, what are we doing with your little friends today?” they say as you set up your plushies one after the other. As you make your plushies sit up in a circle you think of a scene for you both to act out with them. It is a very important job after all. How can you play with your caregiver if there’s no story? Finally you settle on a oldie but a goodie.

 "Oh babyyyyy! Hurry back soon I'm gonna put your cartoons on!" right when they finish calling for you, you're already at the entrance of the living room ready with all of your little friends. "M ready mama! Can we watch [insert cartoon that you like here]?" Your caregiver chuckles and pretends to think for a moment. "I dunno cutie, someone didn't use their manners when they asked. Can you?” You giggle in response, the teasing already giving you butterflies. “Babaaaaa!! Pleeeeease can we watch it?” You bury your face into the stuffies in your arms, the teasing overwhelming yet perfect. “Good job sweetheart! Using their manners so nicely for me!” They quickly switch the channel to the show of your choosing and sit on the floor with you. 

“We gonna play house! N dis one,” you point to your favorite stuffie in the circle, “is the mommy! N dis one is the daddy! N dis one n dis one n dis one are da babies N-” as you ramble and assign roles to your stuffies your caregiver sits and listens. Your caregiver always loved it when you spoke. Hearing you ramble about just anything makes your caregivers heart swell up with joy. Nothing makes them happier than seeing you so deep in your regression and so comfortable to be yourself. Just as you finish assigning roles you give your caregiver their respective stuffie. “Here you take dis one! You’re gonna play this one n m gonna play dis one okie?”. Your caregiver smiles and nods in response, getting into character as they play with you.

Playing with your caregiver is something you’ve always enjoyed. Even though you were shy about it at first it was still fun to do! Sure it took some time but a the end of the day, there’s no one else you’d rather have as your playmate than your caregiver. And they felt so, so honored that you’d choose them as a playmate. Getting to play with you and fulfil your playfulness is one of the things they loved most about being your caregiver. Seeing you become so carefree and happy is what made all of the work worth it. As you both play out the scene, your caregiver makes sure to be interactive with you. Leaving not a second of silence or awkward pauses for you. They understand that in order for you two to play without any trouble is for them to reciprocate your playfulness! Playing is never boring or embarrassing with your caregiver around. Your caregiver melts from your cuteness as you play. Your favorite thing about playing with your stuffies is when your caregiver makes silly and cute voices for your little friends! You love the personalities that they do it makes everything much more fun! Soon enough you start to get tired of playing with your fluffy friends and little yawns start to escape from you. Today has taken more energy out of you more than you thought.

“Hey baby boy/girl, is someone getting tired?” Your caregiver says as you start to slow down with your playing. Your cheeks start to heat up at the mention and you start to pout a little.

“Nu-uh! M not sleepy!” you exclaim at your caregiver, though your droopy eyes and slow movements say completely otherwise. Your caregiver puts their stuffie down gently and moves to face you. “Sweetheart you’ve done a lot of stuff today, it’s okay if you need a little bit of naptime to recharge. Your toys will always be around, cutie. We can always keep playing when you wake up.” You start to fuss at the mention of naptime. You don’t wanna nap yet! You just started playing didn’t you? Or at least it felt like it. You try and fight back with your caregiver but you can’t help another yawn as you rub your eyes. Okay maybe a nap doesn’t sound too bad right now. Pouting as you speak you finally stop playing and move to your caregiver’s arms. “You promise we keep playing after naptime, mommy?” Your caregiver smiles and nods, rubbing your back gently as they lift you up. “Of course, prince/princess/princex. We can do absolutely whatever you’d like after you’ve taken your nap. Now, do you want baba’s help with some pj’s? Or can you do it all by yourself?” You take a minute to think about it before clinging onto your caregiver. They chuckle and pat your back softly. “Haha okay, I’ll help you little one.”

They carry you and set you down on your bed and turning to grab a onesie for you. “Alrighty honey, which onesie would you prefer for me to give you?” They hold up a few different color options, all being footed onesies to keep you nice and cozy while you sleep. You point to the one that is your favorite color and make an affirmative sound to tell them that’s your choice today. They put the rest of the onesies back and lay the one you’ve picked out on the bed next to you. “Excellent choice my little one, you’ll look so great in this one!” With a kiss on your forehead they help you into your onesie, tickling your tummy quickly before zipping up your onesie.

“Does my baby want something to drink before they take their nap? A bottle or a sippy with some milk maybe?” Immediately you perk up and nod. Drinking from a bottle/sippy always makes you feel perfectly small! “Mhmm mhmm yes pleas, baba!”

“You got it cutie, you sit here with [insert favorite stuffie’s name here] while I go get that for you little one.” They hand you your favorite stuffie and you cuddle them close. The feeling of their fabric on your face so nice and comforting to you. Before your caregiver leaves the room they kiss your head and ruffle your hair, uttering a small “cutie” as they leave. While they’re gone you settle into your bed, bringing some more of your friends in with you. You yawn and sigh after, even though you want to do work like you had planned earlier you have to admit one thing. It’s nice to regress again after not doing so for so long. Seeing your caregiver be so attentive and so happy to look after you brings you so many butterflies. ‘Why did I ever stop regressing in the first place?’, you think to yourself. As you make yourself comfy your caregiver is back in the room.

“Awe sweetheart don’t fall asleep yet! I’ve got your drink right here!” They hand you your bottle/sippy and you gladly take it. You give them a sleepy smile and take some sips. Your caregiver then gives you a kiss on your cheek before turning to leave, but you won’t let them leave that easily. How could you possibly go to sleep without some cuddles from your caregiver? Whining at them with a pout you make some grabby hands at them and they turn around. “Oh how silly of me! How could I have possibly forgotten my baby’s bedtime cuddles? Scoot over, my sleepy baby! Mommy’s coming for ya!” And true to their word, they climb into bed with you and snuggle you close. They softly pat your back as you sip on your bottle/sippy, already drifting to sleep.  The sound of your soft snores and cooing fills the room. And of course, your caregiver has you safe and comfortable in their arms. Naptime is always safe with them around.

“Good night my sweet thing. I’ll be here when you wake up and we’ll play whatever your little self wants. I love you so much baby. Sweet dreams. ♡”

[recoveringhopefulsoul]

July 5, 2024

Today is Lia's first birthday. I can't believe my baby kitten is now a year old! She'll still be technically in a kitten age group until she's 2, even though she transitions to adult food now. She was so shocked when I brought out her kitten broth, her old food and her new food (which she LOVES), and her birthday treats. They're actually called Birthday even though it's lobster and beef flavored.

After losing Willow at only 8 months old, I have been so overprotective of Lia. Now that she's a year old, I may be able to loosen up a little. We'll see. Lia gave me lot of cuddles this morning until she said, "Mommy, that's enough," by giving me a slight (non-painful) bite on my forearm. That's her cue for "I don't want to be picked up right now" or "I want down now".

Anyway, I am here now drinking my coffee. I am still recovering from all the days I spent out this past week. Thankfully, I didn't sleep until noon today, only until 10, so I'm getting back to my usual. Although, there were a lot of fireworks here last night, and due to trauma things, it's very hard to calm my body down enough to fall asleep. They went past midnight, which honestly is disrespectful. Fireworks need to stop at 10pm, and the latest (on the holiday itself) at 11pm.

Lia kept looking at me when they started going off, and I told her what they were and gave her a safe space in the closet where she could go. I left a spot open in there, when I redid my closet, that would be just for her to go to and rest. I put her bed in there with her toys, gave her some catnip treats, sprayed some lavender under the blankets on my bed so it wouldn't be overly strong for her but would still be relaxing, and put on some kitty music that had a cat purring. After a while, we both were pretty desensitized to them, which I was grateful for. I am getting better with them so I don't go into trauma flashbacks anymore, and that's an amazing thing.

I think, no, I know, there's a part of me that is upset with my weight. I am on day 3 or 4 of my cycle, so some of it is from that, but it's higher than what I would like it to be. It's not interfering, as far as I know, with what I need to be doing for myself, but it is aggravating my exercise urges which makes the urge to not do anything even stronger because I'm afraid of being unable to stop exercising once I start. It's a conundrum, right? It's what makes doing my PT exercises so difficult! I am glad that I'm going to be starting PT up again in August since I'll have that support, but that also means that I may have to try driving every now and then.

Driving still causes me so much anxiety! It's because I've blacked out at the wheel numerous times, gotten extremely lightheaded, or end up dissociating further than what is normal while driving. (As in a lot of people dissociate while driving, like accidentally going to work instead of the store, and yes that is dissociation, I've studied this for my graduate degree, but mine is more like blocking out hours at a time or just the whole trip and not remembering even driving there to begin with). But they know this at the PT office, so the last time I had to do this, they've told me that if I'm in a place that it would be unsafe to drive, to call them, and we would reschedule the best we could. Thankfully I only had to do that once in the 3-4 months of PT I had for my right leg.

Mom and Gamma are coming over for a bit today since they'll be in town. They are going to sing Happy Birthday to Lia, so that will be nice. The baby is probably so confused since cats have no concept of these things, but it makes special memories for their humans, so they put up with it. LOL

[lilabella12]

1305 - Day 3

At the Dresden Farm, a little chick was hatched! It's a tiny rooster.

Emma hopes to get some more hens, too, so she can start making custard. So far the flour is fetching a good price but with another mouth to feed they will have to make some more money.

Even though Emma is still anxious about the pregnancy, Finnian keeps his word and is there for her every step of the way.

She feels like she can really do this with him by her side.

Tara goes into labour and gives birth to a little baby boy named Bran. But the pains do not subside. They grow intensely and after a short while another baby is born. It's Bran's twin sister, but sadly she is stillborn.

Tara and Jayden have a hard time coming to terms with this. While Tara tries to be present for their newborn son, Jayden is absolutely devastated. He moved in not too long ago, his service ended a couple of weeks prior to the birth of the twins. But that means he spends even more time at the house his daughter passed away in. He has serious trouble coping with her death.

He buries his daughter out by the place they got married. They name her Ava.

Leah feels there's something wrong, her father is crying all the time.

She tries very hard to cheer him up, though.

When Finnian and Emma hear the bad news they rush over straight away.

Emma is shocked when she meets Bran for the first time.

"He's so tiny, Finn."

Tara feeds him almost every two hours but he doesn't seem to be gaining any weight. She's troubled about it.

"I just don't know what to do anymore. I fear he's going to fade away.

She breaks down in front of them, so Finnian takes her out for some fresh air while Emma cares for the children.

"Auntie Emma, what's wrong with mommy and daddy?"

"They're just sad, darling. This isn't your fault."

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[throwing-up-my-heart]

I guess what really started all of this is the fact that I wasn't meant to be here in the first place my very existence is an accident and it makes me feel as if though I will never be enough preemptively.

They pre-ordered a child who does not feel like they should exist and they get mad whenever I tell them I do not want to be here simply because they are my parents and they see that they're entitled to be in charge of my emotions because I'm not old enough to handle them.

I'm not old enough to handle my own emotions yet I am apparently old enough to take my place in their footsteps and work a job at 15.

I feel like I am being forced out of my own home I feel like a loner, I feel like an unwanted presence in my own house, I am not yet an adult and I don't want to be. I was raised to grow up quickly grow up fast, I am the burnout child,

I was smart... I used to be smart. My brain overdeveloped too quickly so that way once I started getting more of my own pace nothing interested me anymore.

Nothing but the books that filled my incessant fantasies and filled the void in which I felt the nothingness or the appreciation of my parents was supposed to lay.

At the age of 10, I experienced what it was like to have to take care of myself and its entirety. At the age of 10, My brain felt like it was already caving in.

I couldn't help but feel alone even when I was at home.

It only felt like a cell deep inside of an endless empty shell, I could hear the ocean call to me I was so close to freedom I could smell it.

"Don't you worry, well always be there" These words did nothing, they just filled the empty ever rotting air with lies and deceit, expecting me to continuously weep but I didn't?

I couldn't.

I couldn't cry when I knew other people die every day for problems that I knew I only thought I had.

It's all in my head.

It's ALL in my Head... IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD.

That's it.

Then I was 12. My first best friend was mentally abusive and so was my boyfriend, they set the standards for how I should be loved.

This is what I deserved... Body, "I love your body." "Take it off for me baby"

"You're so pretty"

Off...please get OFF

My best friend's brother couldn't keep his hands off.

This is what im meant for.

Pretty, Only to please.

Ok.

13.

I have 3 friends, is this where it ends?

They all want to end it...

Should I?

Should I cry?

Or..should I man up and try...

Wait

WAIT

No

My family would cry...

Or would they...

I wrote my first suicide note at 10, I could do it again.

Would, they miss me?

"You look upset"

I cant cut

They'd see...

Scratch

SCRATCH

A staple will work

"Why do you make everyone's life so DIFFICULT?"

Ouch.

9 mental breakdowns later.

Life is good. Right here. Stay here. I am good. Right here. Friends. Grades. School. Yes. yes. yes.

NO

Weeks...2 weeks...years..2 YEARS

Grades? Im failing? Friends? Im flailing, im drowning, please help I can only swim down...

Mom...mom doesnt love dad

She doesnt love me

What about family??

WOrk?

WORK?

Please im only 15...

I dont wanna grow up...help..please...I hurt...

Daddy cant leave..only source of money

...mommy won't care..she'll find another man somewhere...

My mind is racing with endless hunger pains..I cant feel...im sick of feeling.

Happy,

Why cant

I

Just..be

Happy.

[valleynix]

OMG OMG OMG, DUDE YOURE STORY IS LITERALLY SO GOod like the way you write each character has me swooning and exactly how I picture them. Bela’s HBIC attitude but secretly sweet, Cassandra’s reluctance to show she cares, but you know she does from the little things, Daniela is so f*cking perfect ahhhh. I’m not lying when I say I kick my feet in the air with the little fluff sprinkled in. I don’t even care if there is plot anymore I JUST WANT MORE CUTE SHIT PLEASE.

AND you brought me to TEARS with that reveal. Ain’t no way reader is gonna come in and slaughter my babies. Like I was genuinely upset (not surprising tho I tear up killing them in the game. Like I’m at the 4 hour mark and still avoiding the Library and Armory LMAO) but no please don’t make this a angsty ending I’m begging let my babies be happy pleassseeeee.

I actually am not able to read a triple Dimitrescu gang bang (LMAO WhAT???) with out the proper characterization, or at least how I picture them. AND YOUVE NAILED IT SHEEEEESSSHHHH. Cassandra has me squealing the most tho, she’s so precious even tho she’s trying to be a mean >:( ( I’m on chapter 10 so I’m not caught up but this ^^^^^^ is what I think so far lolz.

Sorry this is all over the place but I’m an absolute slut for Bela, Cass, and Dani, like I know Dommy Mommy is there too but like I’m here for the fruit flies. They’re my favorite and it’s hard to find good fics with them and I love yours sm.

SIDE NOTE HAVE YOU LISTENED TO “Don’t Save Me” by Chxrlotte. Bestie when I say this is readers song, I mean PLEASE LISTEN TO IT AND READ THE LYRICS WHILE YOU DO. TELL ME ITS NOT THEIR SONG. EVERY TIME I LISTEN TO IT I THINK OF YOUR FIC PLEASE LISTEN.

Anyways love ya, you’re awesome 🫡🫡🫡

THE WAY THIS JUST MADE MY ENTIRE NIGHT PLEASE SDKJFHSDKJFHSD HOLY SHIT <3333333

i definitely do not recommend reading very far on this blog until you get caught up 😭 there are a lot of spoilers from other chapters that i'm sure you'd want to read firsthand <3

BUT HHHHH THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY, i see the Dimitrescus getting mischaracterized SO often and it upsets me so much :( like they're so much more and so much DEEPER than what a lot of people assume, and i've tried my best to portray that in this story to the best of my ability. it makes me so glad to see it's being received well 😭😭😭

i don't plan on a completely angsty ending!! i couldn't bear to leave them with unhappy thoughts or anything, even if i might joke about it 😭 i can guarantee things might get more convoluted from here on out (especially with Lunatic's (the copy's) attitude and all), but i am here if you have any questions!!! i love helping y'all understand as well as i can :D

Alcina is definitely still there, and she has her moments, but i've been a bit... biased?? with the fruit flies??? i adore them to pieces and they've been getting WAY better treatment 😭 i've also been trying really hard not to make anything between them gross or even with their bits of jealousy, trying not to make it weird?? despite all of them sharing someone??? which really isn't hard to do and i wonder why some people cough struggle with that 😭😭

ANYWAYS I HAVE NOT LISTENED TO THAT BUT I 100% WILL!!!! i'm about to go lay down (sleepy after work) and i will absolutely analyze this song while i rest. i love when y'all recommend songs RRRRR IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY

okay anyway enough rambling KSJDFHS my eyes hurt. i'm so glad you're enjoying the fic so far and i hope it'll only get better (though perhaps more confusing) as you read further <333333 HAVE A LOVELY EVENING OR DAY OR WHICHEVER IT IS FOR YOU!!! <333333

[ddejavvu]

Could you maybe write something with reader and hotch coming home with their newborn baby and hotch is absolutely obsessed with her?

I can't tell if you meant obsessed with the baby or obsessed with you but i think both would be true!! also shit i got carried away with this and it went wayyy beyond newborn stages oops

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aaron has always been suuuuper attentive to you

this became even more intense when you were pregnant

sure, before he'd check on you every once in a while if you got quiet, he'd ask what you were laughing at if you were giggling at your phone, he'd make sure you weren't cold if you were snuggling together

but when you're pregnant

he's adjusting the pillows for you

he's asking you for constant symptom updates

he's making sure you're in bed incredibly early and encourages you to sleep in in the mornings

he's taking the temperature of your soup when you get nauseous and can't eat anything else so that you don't burn your tongue

he's well aware that you can do things for yourself

and he'd never overstep if you asked him to stop doing certain things

but :) he wants to spoil you :)

when your baby girl is actually born

holy shit

he is Enamored

he spends so much time just !! Looking At Her !! just staring at her with big goo-goo eyes they're sparkling all shiny and adoring as he stares down at her tiny little face and his grin doesn't fade for hours

His hands are absolutely massive, we know this

and he dwarfs your baby girl

he cradles her and she's completely enveloped in his hands

he likes to murmur silly sweet little things to her while she's getting used to being alive

'your nose is so small... your ears are so small... your fingers are so small... your toes are so small... you're so small, peanut'

'such a little baby, my little baby'

you're in the hospital bed looking absolutely ragged like 'your?? baby??'

"Our little baby."

when you guys get home

oh boy

aaron built (assembled) the crib himself

he made it as sturdy as humanly possible

but the second you try putting her in there

he panics

"Wait, sweetheart, I think it would be best if we just checked it one more time-"

"You put Jack in there the other day and made him jump around!! It didn't move a millimeter, it's perfectly safe."

speaking of jack even though this isn't technically about him

oh my god :((

he's so eager to see her and hold her and be around her

you put her in his lap on the couch and he beams down at her when she looks at him

"Mommy! Daddy! She's lookin' at me!"

Jack is very eager to snuggle with you and the baby

you because you've had a very sensitive, very large belly for a while now

and he hasn't been able to comfortably lay on your tummy like he used to

and the baby because she's his baby sister :)

but sometimes he's a little too eager

aaron has to catch jack before he catapults onto you and reminds him that you might not have a baby in there anymore, but you've still got organs that can't be crushed

if jack does accidentally get a little too rough Aaron is right there to make sure you're okay, jack is all teary-eyed bc he didn't mean to hurt you :((

aaron hovers over your daughter like nobody's business

she sleeps a lot, obviously, because she's three weeks old

but he's frowning down at her sleeping form like 'sweetheart she's sleeping again. that's the third nap this morning.'

"Aaron, babies sleep a lot. You don't remember that with Jack?"

"I do I just- she sleeps a lot. Is she okay?"

"She's fine," You always have to reassure him, but you can't always tug him away from the crib

you set up a little rocking chair in the nursery and he definitely sits there to do work sometimes

your daughter snoozes away in the crib and he flips through files in the chair, just to be with her

she lets out littles sighs sometimes in her sleep and he lets a little lovesick grin slip over his face while he works

she likes grabbing his nose :(

and he 100% lets her

she yanks on his hair and drools all over his ties and he holds her up to his face and kisses her chubby little cheeks and tells her she's 'the prettiest baby girl i've ever seen'

when she starts making noises a bunch

he takes little videos

he's got a folder on his phone (you had to show him how to make it) of all of her little baby babbles and if he has a particularly hard day on a case he listens to them :((

he loves loves loves dressing her up!! he will buy the most heinous outfits for her, frilly tutus and ruffled onesies and little baby slides and brings her to you while you're eating breakfast and she looks like a doll that someone let a six year old give a makeover but she's adorable and you fawn over her outfit together

he talks to her all the time!!

he says its because hearing natural language spoken around and to them helps babies develop early language skills

but you're fairly certain it's just because he can't go four seconds without telling her that she's his beautiful baby girl

'that's a cool toy, pumpkin! oh, does it make a noise when you shake it? hmm? good job sweet girl, shake it, shake it, shake it!'

he will wear almost anything on his head as a hat so that she giggles at it

you have caught him balancing a frying pan up there once

he also excels in silly little voices

whenever he reads her a bedtime story (that she is definitely not paying attention to, she's just eating his watch), he does voices for all of the characters

if he doesn't get enough baby snuggles throughout the day he's sooo sulky

"Aaron, what are you doing?! I just put her down ten minutes ago, don't wake her up!"

"I'm not waking her up," He insists, as he wakes her up by lifting her out of the crib, "I just wanna hold her."