#lose mummy tummy

[the-palelady]

listen. if you don’t like sabrina carpenter that’s fine, but that woman’s outfits are so stunning and i can just imagine ghost going absolutely mad seeing you in them.

especially in something like THIS. that man would go absolutely fucking feral.

normally he would be ripping your cute little outfits and lingerie at the seams, but oh no, not this one. the baby blue just looked so perfect, hugging your curves in all the right places. he had to keep this outfit safe no matter the cost.

one night, you slip it on right before he comes home from work, and set yourself up all pretty for him. your hair fanning out across your face, skin glowing, an angel amongst a sea of blankets and pillows right there on top of his bed.

simon’s angel.

and oh he is on his knees for you.

he’d worship every last inch of your body. those perfect, round tits that he’d suck into his mouth eagerly. he’d kiss down the plump of your tummy, the dip of your hips, until he’s nestled in between your legs.

he’d kiss along your inner thighs, moving his thumb up to rub at your sensitive nub, your back arching up into him, whining out his name like the pretty little thing you were.

simon would take his time with you. always does. he doesn’t want to hurt his girl when he finally does settle himself in between your legs, his cock heavy and sliding against your folds. the lingerie is still on, panties tugged to the side around his thumb.

“all this for me?” he’d ask in that deep, loving voice, reserved only for you. strands of his golden hair, that have grown out a bit more than usual, stick to his forehead. a handsome grin is plastered along his scarred face, lust filled eyes gleam down at you and you’d whine.

god, you loved him so much.

and he’d let you know he felt the same, wrapping his hands around the curve of your waist while he pressed himself into you. pressed himself into heaven.

“look at ya. so pretty.” you swear you hear him whine.

“takin’ me so well like a good girl.” this time you whine.

his thumb comes up to rub at your clit again while he pistons into you relentlessly. his tip hits that sweet spot so deep inside that you see stars and he backs off for a moment before hitting it over and over again.

your moans only encourage him further, his free hand roaming you like he can’t keep off of you, can’t get enough of you.

he grabs your jaw, your lips pursing from his grip. simon looks down at you with an expression so feral you could have orgasmed from that alone.

“gunna fill ya fulla me, sweet’art, that alright?”

you whine and beg for him.

yes. please, simon. inside, please.

“sing for me, angel. i wanna hear tha pretty voice.”

and you do sing for him. his name falling from your lips like a hymn, a gentle song only meant for his ears. simon can’t help but hold onto you tighter, gruff hands digging into the meat of your hips as you clench around him so tight he feels dizzy.

and he all but loses his damn mind, fucking you into the mattress despite how overstimulated you are. tears stain your pink cheeks and he thumbs them away, pressing into you so far you can feel him in your guts.

simon’s rambling, his forehead pressing into your temple as you cry out, your tears dampening his cheeks.

“ya look like a fucking goddess in this damn outfit. so beautiful. dunno wha tha fuck i did in my past life, but damned brute like me doesn’t deserve ya.”

he won’t stop talking. it’s all so much, yet the praise is sending you over the moon. your skin is on fire where his thrusts meet your ass, and you know there will be purple hand shaped bruises blooming along the expanse of your body when the morning comes.

“fuckkk,” his hips stutter slightly, your core becoming tight as he pulls himself completely out and slams himself right back to the hilt continuously.

“gunna breed this pretty pussy,” and you clench around him so fucking tight he almost collapses, a guttural moan escaping his chapped lips.

“ya like that, baby? want me to make ya a mummy?”

your back arches and you scream for him, white consuming your vision. simon’s hands grab ahold of your plump thighs and his hips roll down into you one last time. he twitches inside of your warmth while his spend coats your velvety walls. his arms reach up to wrap around your torso that’s still arched, his forehead pressing into your ribs as he catches his breath.

you both sit this way for a while, until he regains his composure and lowers your tired body back down to the bed.

when he sits up right your eyes are closed, long lashes tickling the apples of your blushing cheeks. your breathing is even now, and your skin is somehow glowing even more than it was when he first walked in. your hair cascades out around you like a wave. his palm hesitantly glides up along your tummy as if taboo. as if someone like him was undeserving of someone as soft as you.

and simon swears when he looks up at you, taking you in completely, he sees the glow of a halo above your head and a pair of angel wings nestled against the silk sheets of the bed beneath you.

[mactavishsgfandwife]

Dad!Simon Takes Your Daughter Swimming 🧸

i’ve started taking adult swimming lessons recently because i literally forgot how to swim 😭 it’s so fun tho and i’m good at it now that i’ve jogged my memory pure fluff! just simon being a good daddy (i love him as a girl dad it just makes sense)

Walking out of the changing rooms, you hold your daughter’s hand at the edge of the swimming pool, looking about for her father who seems to be taking his sweet time getting his trunks on. For the mean time, you focus on controlling your hyper little girl. Her hair bounces over her shoulders as she jumps up and down excitedly in her pink kiddie wetsuit - almost giving you a heart attack every time she makes a sudden movement, for fear that she’ll slip. In that anxious state, a tall, military man wrapping a strong hand around your waist almost makes you cry out from shock.

"Hello, love," he tries to hide his chuckle at how he made you jump, planting a soft kiss on your temple.

"God, Si, you scared me!" you laugh, still a little breathless, as his toddler starts to whine and tug your hand towards the pool, her arms somewhat restricted by her small yellow armbands.

"Hey, relax," he whispers into your ear softly, taking a moment to calm your anxieties. Oh, and he thinks he’s being smooth and subtle when he checks you out, but he’s definitely not - not that you care. When he sees your tensed shoulders gently start to ease up, he lifts the baby up into the air and steps down into the pool with her, making her shriek in joy. You giggle to yourself, silently noting how your husband chose not to wear that plain black tshirt. He almost always reaches for it when you go swimming, in an attempt to hide his scary scars from the little kids and to retain some of the comfort that he finds in covering himself - the same comfort he finds in his mask. But today, he was just in his trunks, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the sight of his warm, broad back as he held your little daughter on her tummy in the shallow end, encouraging her to "kick!" and "swim to daddy, sweetheart."

With one hand on your stomach, you gently lower yourself down the pool ladder - your back faced away from it to give your (still small) pregnant stomach some room to breathe. Watching you slowly descend into the pool, Simon lifts your three year old up onto his chest so that her chubby cheek is squished against his shoulder, and swims over to you. The little girl babbles and kicks her soft legs, convinced that it will help them move faster, making simon chuckle and plant a little kiss on her forehead before he stops next to you.

"Y’okay?" a firm but gentle hand supports your lower back as you finally land your feet on the bottom of the pool. When you’re down, that same hand wraps further around your back to lightly caress your stomach, the baby in Si’s arms still babbling and trying to swim away like a mermaid (she can’t actually swim).

"’Course I am," you grin, spirit lifted by your family and by the way the water supports your belly, taking some of the pressure off of your tender body.

"Daddy’s been teaching you how to swim, has he?" you let your body float, Simon still holding both of his girls close to him in the water.

"Can swim! I can swim! Swim!" your little girl squeals, her energy shining through her purple goggles, that would leave little rings around her eyes for a few hours after she took them off

"You gonna show Mummy how well you can swim..?" your husband grins. He gently loosens his grip around her, his hands never actually leaving her sides but still not restricting her freedom of movement.

With her new-found freedom, your daughter starts to giggle and kick her legs, chubby arms flailing and splashing water everywhere.

"Swim!” she squeals, wriggling and kicking, simon gently nudging her back upright when she loses her balance, "can swim! Daddy, can swim!"

"That’s right, baby," Simon coos, a little smile growing on the face that’s typically so rugged and serious. He’s so proud. <33

i hope this was up to standard! tysm for all the love on the last dad!si post!!! i want to do my next one on her falling over (inspired by this video) bc omg imagine him cuddling his little girl and kissing her knee better 😣😣😣

thanks for reading!!

@minimimmies as promised x

[planetharrie]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Rockpools

In which Harry takes his little adventurers in search for rockpools when they find a little friend.. 🐠🏖️🪣

⭐️

Lucille was sunbathing on the golden sand as her husband and two children were down by water. She could hear their faint giggles and splashing of the sea water and Harry's voice carry from down the sand. His words were uncoherent from a-far but they seemed to be having fun. The high-pitched laughs drew closer and she sat up to greet them just in time for her two girls to pounce on top of her, dripping with water.

"Oh my goodness!" She squealed, tickling both of their rash-vest-covered tummies. "Have you been in the water?"

Dottie giggled and blurted out "Yes! Now you're all wet!" before bursting into another fit of giggles. Lucille rolled her eyes playfully. Harry walked up, his hair soaked and swim-shorts creased with water.

"We made Daddy go in the water too!" The oldest, Opal, explained with her cheeky smile. Her goggles were pushed up into her hair and the bottom hem of her rash-vest was bunched up from playing in the sea.

"Yes, you both forced me!" Harry complained jokingly as he squeezed out some of the water in the hem his shorts.

"No we didn't!.." The two girls protested against their father. A lighthearted bicker grew between them, resulting in Harry being punched in the legs by little fists.

"Right!" Lucille interrupted, "Time for another suncream top up—for all three of you!" She eyed Harry specifically. They all groaned and Lucille scoffed at Harry's scrunched-up face. Harry, being in his usual child-like and playful mood, decided his wife's responsible attitude was not was he was going for today.

Diverting his daughter's attention from the suncream top-up, "I heard there's some pretty cool rockpools hidden, shall we go find them?" Harry offered in the midst of Lucille rubbing suncream into Dottie's face. The two girls squealed and ran off out of Lucille's grip.

"No, girls! Wait!" Lucille called after her kids, grumbling and frowning at Harry. "Harry, I don't want them getting sun-stroke; I'm serious, Babe."

"Hey I can be serious too." Harry matured a little and reassured that he'd make sure they would have their 'top-up' as he cupped his hands to catch the bottle of sunscreen.

"If one of them falls and scrapes their knee on those rocks, it's on you." She raised her eyebows and tossed her husband the bottle.

"Babe, I can take care of our children."

Lucille raised a brow before the pulling her sunglasses from her head down onto the bridge of her noise, "We'll see."

-

"Daddy, Daddy! Hurry!" Dottie eagerly called, jumping up and down with excitement. Harry was walking towards them with two sand buckets and the bottle of sunscreen. "Walk faster, slow coach!"

"Hey, cheeky monkey!" He tickled Dottie's tummy. "We must listen to Mummy and put on some more sunscreen, alright?"

The two little ones groaned and crossed their arms but obliged; standing with pouts on their faces as Harry rubbed in the cream on their face and legs. They both wore brightly coloured rash-vests to protect their backs, shoulders and arms. And to also ease Lucille's paranoia of losing them of the busy beach.

"Are you done yet?" Opal whined, starting pull away from her Dad's grip.

"Hang on, Opal . . and done!" He booped her nose with a tiny blob of the yellow product, just like what he used to do when she was a baby.

"Let's go!" Dottie called. She'd already began climbing the rocks, too inpatient to wait for her sister and Dad.

"Wait for me!" Opal tailed her little sister.

"Girls, go slow. We don't want you grazing a knee or elbow, alright?" The two girls jeered back, their little legs and arms helping them clamber over the boulders. Harry chucked the sunscreen onto the sand, away from the tide as it would be a burden to carry while climbing; he made a mental note to remember to grab it on the way back. Harry smiled to himself as he watched his babies explore; he loved that he had two very outgoing and brave kids, with Opal being especially adventurous at only age 7.

"Dottie! I found one!" Opal called, her high pitched voice echoing in the cove.

Harry stepped carefully on the rocks as he makes his way over to where the girls where crouched over a small pool. He bent at the waist with his hands resting on his knees.

"Is this a rockpool, Dad?" Opal asked, looking up at him.

"This is a good find, good job, Opie!"  Harry complemented his eldest, patting her lightly on the back. She looked very pleased with herself and grinned, showing her tooth-gap.

Dottie and Opal suddenly squealed and reeled back from the pool, "A crab! A crab, Dad!"

Harry put his arms around them both as he crouched down to their level and peered into the semi-clear water. Sure enough, a little white crab was crawling around on the bottom of the little pool.

"Hey, little guy," Harry cooed at the tiny creature.

"Where's my bucket? Can we take it home?" Opal asked eagerly searching for the two sand buckets.

"No! He won't have a home then." Her sister interjected, frowning and trying to cover the water surface with her hands to protect the little crab.

"Our house will be his home, though.." Both girls looked up at Harry with two very different expressions on their sun-kissed faces. Harry stuttered slightly and stroked Opal's hair.

"No, love. We can't take him home. He looks super happy where he is. Isn’t that right, Dottie?" He explained softly, kissing Opal's forehead and spotted Dottie nodding from the corner of his eye.

Opal's face scrunched up and began whining, tears brimming in her blue eyes. Harry cooed and tucked her into his bare chest, rubbing her back soothingly. Her shoulders and head jolted as she sobbed. She was a sensitive kid and, not that she was a brat, didn't like being let down. Often enough she didn't quite understand, even after her parents explain the situation.

"Don't cry, honey!" Harry chuckled slightly, taken aback by the sudden burst of tears. "He's happy here in the water with all his crab-friends."

"But I love him!" She sobbed, shuffling her feet in her pink crocs. "He's so tiny. ."

"How 'bout when we get home, we can draw him? Hm? Then you won't forget him," Harry softly cooed, tucking a strand of Opal's hair behind her ear, "How does the sound, Baby?"

Opal coughed in between her cries, nodding slowly into her father's collarbone. "O-Okay.."

"Good girl. Ready to head back? Dottie?" The two broke away from their hug, expecting the youngest to be still looking into the rockpool but there was no sign of the 6-year-old. She was wearing a bright-yellow rash-vest yet there was no small yellow blob to be seen anywhere. Harry suddenly panicked and stood up, leaving Opal to wipe her own tears.

"Dottie! Come on, it's time to go!" He called, trying to remain as calm as possible; for Opal's sake mainly. "Dottie! This isn't funny, come back here please!" Harry's eyes scanned the rocks and, dreadingly, the crashing sea. Opal began using her own voice to call for her sister.

"I'm here!"

Harry whirled around, his flip-flops scraping against the rock. His heart thudded as he clambered quickly towards his daughter who was trying to do the same.

"Dottie, baby!" He picked her up and held her head into his neck, "Don't ever scare us like that! Why on earth would you walk away?"

"I-I'm sorry. . ." She whimpered quietly, her eyes glossy. "I got hurt, Daddy."

Harry looked down and saw blood trailing down his stomach, indicating that she'd scraped her knee. He sighed.

"Let's get back to Mummy and we'll have a look, okay?" He placed Dottie back down on her feet and took both girls' hands and they climbed from the rocks, back onto the wet sand.

Opal and Dottie ran up the beach back to their spot where towels and an umbrella were planted. Lucille sat up at the sound of their voices and gasped when she saw Dottie's knee.

"Dottie! Oh Sweetheart, what happened?" She exclaimed, pulling her youngest in for a hug. "Harry, I told you to be careful with them! I mean what the—"

"It was my fault, Mummy. Daddy was helping Opal cause she was crying and I got bored so I wanted to find more pools. ."

Lucille's frown still didn't leave her face and she winced when her thumb gently soothed over Dottie's bloodied knee. He glared up at her husband.

"Babe, honestly, she just left my sight. I was consoling Opal and I wasn't paying proper attention. I am sorry!" Harry picked up a towel and chucked it around his neck. Lucille sighed and kissed Dottie's cut knee.

"Well, guess we're going to have to be more careful next time, hm?"

The girls nodded, even Harry. "Can I get a special plaster?" Dottie asked, her eyes lighting up. The two parents laughed and reassured her that her special plaster was waiting for her at home.

Perfectly, the sound of an ice cream truck rang down the beach from the carpark and the two girls jumped up at the thought of ice cream. Lucille handed them a pound each from her purse (which took many high-pitched 'pleases' to wean her) and the two sisters ran up to the parked truck where a queue of kids had already formed.

Harry had turned around to pack up the umbrella when Lucille spotted that he'd burnt his back and neck red-raw. She rolled her eyes with a smirk, knowing he was going to be complaining all week about the pain and asking her to apply cool cream on his back.

"Cute back-burn, babe." She teased, looking over the brim of her sunglasses jokingly.

Harry glanced over his shoulder and his eyes widened.

"Fuck, Lucille!"

"I did warn you! Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, ya loser!" She swatted his lower legs with a towel, grinning. “Did you even bring the suncream back? Harry, that was fourteen-bloody-pounds!”

"Yes well guess I’m just the enemy today.” He rolled his eyes. “Maybe next time you can go climb those bloody rocks!”

“Alright, I will!”

⭐️

[toomuchracket]

soft matty you said?

(I’m too lazy to type it out again I’m sorry mads)

dylan is five, elena is three, and you're just over halfway through your pregnancy with phoebe, and when matty gets home to all of you it is literally the best thing ever. despite the long flight, he's adamant he's staying up to do the bedtime routine, which takes hours given that they've just discovered moana and have to teach him all of the songs during bathtime AND they need their curly girl routine done afterwards; that bit isn't so bad because you can just take a daughter each and do it lol. and then, once they've brushed their teeth (reluctantly, in dylan's case, because she's got wobbly teeth and she's scared to lose them, bless her) and they're all cosy in the new pyjamas daddy brought home with him (he literally cannot stop himself - any time he sees something he thinks any of his girls will like, he has to buy it), you all settle onto you and matty's bed for a bedtime story, which you had the smarts to get the girls to choose before he got home lol. dylan and elena wriggle in between you and matty and snuggle in, and matty's like "be careful next to mummy's tummy, yeah? don't wanna hurt her, or your baby sister, munchkins", and they're like "oh yeah!"; elena very softly rests her little head on your chest right next to the bump, though, cuddling into you and baba so sweetly that matty (with dylan practically curled up on his chest the way she's done since birth) gets a little bit sniffly. he recovers enough for the story, putting on silly voices for each character and making the girls giggle and getting them to help him turn the pages, but when elena suddenly gasps and says "daddy, baby kicks when you talk!" he starts crying again lol. the girls fall asleep on you and matty respectively, so you have to quietly carry them to their own rooms in turn to tuck them in and kiss them goodnight, and it's so very lovely getting to hug matty while you watch your babies sleep again - and, of course, to hug him when you get back to your own bed, and to fall asleep to him spooning you and stroking the bump and cooing "missed my girls, my loves, my darlings. glad to be home. i love you" <3

[esausrpmemes]

Karlach (Baldur's Gate 3) Banter Starters (feel free to edit as needed)

Damn, it's good to be alive!

Eyes on the prize - we need to win this!

Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner.

That's for someone teeny-tiny, not biggy-biggy.

Can't I just break it?

Easy - this place is hungry for blood.

Do you intend to vocalise every thought? Or just the most obvious ones?

I've never heard a mummy complain about a wrinkled doublet. Or sour wine.

Hey. What's on your mind, ____? You seemed a million miles away just then.

Looks like this town was ransacked - by soldiers, if my eyes don't deceive me.

You gonna catch me if I eat a brick?

Never thought about it like that. But now I will.

Whoever it is, just talk to them, ____. And leave out the hypotheticals.

What a sight. We should stop for a nice little lunch, take it all in.

Do I see light? Or am I delusional?

I'm ready for the goo.

C'mon, isn't there something you hate for no good reason?

Escaping fate happens to be my specialty.

Problem with eternal wars is they never end.

I'm ten years behind; don't want the youths to think I'm not, you know, up with the times.

I've had enough tragedy in my day. You have too.

My singing is worse than demonic screeching.

I don't want to think about that. I just want to enjoy whatever comes my way.

Stick with me. I'll show you around and square up if anyone bothers you.

And miss a good barroom brawl? Not me, sir.

Win or lose, we're nearly there, right?

You're old as sin, right ____? You must have lots of good stories.

Yes, because every function comes with a handy switch.

I kept on going though. Knew there'd be better days on the other side - and here they are.

But what if I really enjoy being distracted from the task ahead?

[my-tummy-hurts]

My computer just prison shanked a bunch of files, including the latest draft of my Fuqua drabble, A Navarro and Scotched fluff fic and all my notes for my River of Pain AU and Ripley VS Predator fic. A lot of my tax stuff, budget planning shit was on there as well So I am

S C R E A M I N G

But, I think this may be a sign to streamline my plans. I was writing half a dozen different things at once. I've found returning to writing to be very therapeutic in a very stressful time so I'm going to continue, but my spaghetti noodle to the wall approach was getting me nowhere.

First order of business is finishing the Fuqua drabble, now called Pigs in a Blanket. Then I think I might fold my River of Pain AU into my Ripley VS Predator fic. I know I said I've rarely been impressed by AvP BBUUUUTTT this is fanfic and there aren't going to be any Xenos. Just Ripley and company with a few River of Pain alumni (including Fuqua) crash landing on a Predator hunting planet . Maybe somebody's carrying a little friend in secret. Not sure yet.

Monster fucking may then ensue, monster pregnancy will likely follow in such a case. (In all the multitudes of Alien realities that exist, Khati Fuqua will always give birth to SOMETHING not human.)

You'll probably get Pigs in a Blanket directly into your inbox from my not yet existing Tumblr account (Working Title: Weyland-Yutani-Would-NEVER) like you did the when you got the sample and the Sneddon drabble and RvP will likely go up on an Ao3 later. Much later. I want to write multiple chapters and have a solid plan of how to end the fic before I post ANYTHING.

I've decided the burster is teasing Fuqua because it doesn't have any teeth yet and can't chew through her tummy. 'Cause he's just mummy's chunky little sausage. A little jellybean full of acid. The belly'splodingst little marshmallow.

Yiiiiiiikes I'm sorry about your files fren, that's sucks. Losing files is always discouraging, but I'm glad it's not keeping you down!

I'm absolutely gonna follow your account as soon as you make them, I'm gonna keep an eye out

I lov how much we like torturing Fuqua, belly blorbo. I love her burster in there continually being like "time to come out? Nope I'm still gummy"

[invisiblestringmm]

Hi hi hi🩷

It didn’t come as a surprise to see Jaz keeping her promise to support you as best as she could - you got daily FaceTime calls, texts, and Instagram DMs. You got post-ballet dinners and ice cream, the four of you becoming closer each day - Lily and Summer were inseparable now, and you had Jaz not getting tired of telling you she felt like you’d become the sister she never had. THEY ARE ALREADY SISTERS IN LAW😌🤭

What you didn’t expect was for him to reply within less than a minute.HE IS FAST

“Mummy, are you okay?” Lily had her eyebrows frowned at you, she curiously scanned your probably pale face as your heart pounded against your chest. A simple nod was enough for her to focus back on the pancakes, but also give you occasional and quick glares as your shaky hands tightly held the phone. I LOVE THIS LITTLE GIRL🥹

“Peanut,” you poked her tummy, making her giggle. “Why don’t we have a girl's afternoon today, huh? Museum, whatever you want for lunch and we can wrap it with skincare and Moana!”CAN I COME WITH YOU?😂

Careful not to lose Lily from your sight as she walked three steps in front of you, her eyes not sure what she wanted to focus her attention on at the museum, your mind went back to Mason’s last words to you that morning. So, he wanted to apologise for the way he treated you. Part of you felt good about it, that he had finally recognised what a complete twat he had been, but the other part of you just thought how that made no difference now - it was in the past. Not buried, since your past with him had taken the most angelic human form, but it wouldn’t change things. It was all about the future now. IT CAN OPEN THE DOORS TO THE FUTURE🤭

For lunch, Lily insisted on spaghetti, her all-time favourite food. You had to persuade her a bit to eat a bit of protein too because pasta would make her feel hungry again by the afternoon, and you knew how much she hated being hungry right before taking a nap - your persuasion included the word dessert, so not much time was wasted trying to convince her to accept some chicken with her pasta.LILY IS ME🤭😂

Lily giggled, “Mummy!” she held your hand, placing a soft kiss against it and walking according to your pace. “Can we go home now?” You nodded, quickly fetching an Uber to drive you home. OHHH ILL CRY😭

A few minutes later you were cuddling under the blankets and watching Moana for the millionth time. You fell asleep shortly before the film ended and were quickly followed by Lily as she hummed an “I love you, mummy” and kissed the tip of your nose. I NEED THIS

If anyone told you that your daughter’s ballet recital would be the place you’d almost certainly meet her father again, especially without him being the father of another kid there, you’d just roll your eyes and leave - as you stood in front of your closet, not sure about what to wear, your mind played tricks on you creating different scenarios on how that meeting would go. There was so much expectation from you, so much anxiety to see how Mason would react. He thought you’d meet for coffee sometime soon, not at a ballet recital where you were the mother of one of the kids. SHE WANTS TO LOOK PRETTY🤭

“Willie, I know you’re smarter than this,” you replied as she just shrugged, still waiting for an answer. You got a positive reaction when you picked a knit burgundy dress, so you tried it on and what you saw in the mirror made you satisfied. “The next time I see him it’ll be to tell him the truth, so he needs a good first second impression.” YOU'RE THE WHO GREW HIS LOVELY CHILD, HE'LL LOVE YOU ANYWAY

“His first impression of you was good enough,” she teased, watching your cheeks blush as she helped to remove the dress tag. “But you’re wearing a brand new dress for him tonight, so I’m sure the second impression will be just as good.” AHAHHAHAHA I LOVE HER

“He’s not here yet,” like she could read your mind, Jaz’s words caused you to sigh in relief. “You look gorgeous, by the way!”Smiling at her, you softly stroked her bump. “You too, pretty mumma.” THEY ARE SO CUTE THO

I JUST LOVE HER PARENTS

When her act ended, you proudly stood up and clapped your hands as if your life relied on it. Her eyes scanned the audience, looking for you, and when she finally found you her face lit up and that smile you loved so much was there, making your heart melt. “I love you,” you mumbled, and she just winked at you.OMG IM MELT

What you didn’t expect was to find him right outside, holding his phone with a wide smile on his lips. OPS

“I literally just texted you back saying yes,” he ran his fingers through his hair and that was as sexy as you remembered. Mason had a beard now, and although he was still young, the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes were more evident now. “You’re the last person I thought I’d meet here.”HE IS CUTE

“I think we should meet there.” You said, thinking of how suffocating and awkward it’d be being inside a car with him after all these years. “There’s a nice place I usually go with my dau-,” you coughed, watching his brows frown. “With my best friend. I’ll text you the address and we’ll meet there.”OPS

Then, all of a sudden, Mason pulled you into a hug. His warmth against your body melted your heart, and you could feel how his breath deepened as his arms tightened around your figure. “I’ll meet you there, so I can decently apologise for being a complete idiot to someone incredible like you.” HE IS CUTEEEE BUT A STUPID MAN AT THE SAME TIME

JAZ TEXT🤭😂

I LOVE THE TEXTS IN FICS 😭

OMG THIS WAS A ROLLERCOASTER, LEVED IT

I LOVE THE BOND BETWEEN Y/N AND LILY, AND ALSO HER PARENTS. THEY ARE JUST THE CYTES I CAN'T

I LOVE HOW JAZ HAS HER BACK, NO MATTER IF IT IS HER BROTHER

AND ALSO HOW MASON IMMEDIATELY ANSWERED HER

THE FINAL HUG WAS CUTEEE

CANT WAIT FOR MORE AND TO SEE HIS REACTION TO EVERYTHING 🤭🩷🩷

Thank you for this🩷

ELISAAAA YOU ARE THE BEST AT FEEDBACKS! 😭 hahahah I always wait anxiously for them, thank you so SO MUCHHH!

[sassenach77yle]

HE MADE IT TO Amanda’s room a half step before Brianna and scooped the child out of her bed, cradling her against his pounding heart.“Jemmy, Jemmy!” she sobbed. “He’s gone, he’s gone. He’s GONE!!” This last was shrieked as she stiffened in Roger’s arms, digging her feet hard into his belly.“Hey, hey,” he soothed, trying to rearrange her and pet her into calm. “It’s okay, Jemmy’s fine. He’s fine, he’s only gone to visit Bobby overnight. He’ll be home tomorrow.”“He’s GONE!” She squirmed like an eel, not trying to get away but merely possessed by a paroxysm of frantic grief. “He’s not here, he’s not here!”

“Aye, like I said, he’s at Bobby’s house, he—”“Not here,” she said urgently, and thumped the palm of her hand repeatedly on the top of her head. “Not here wif me!”“Here, baby, come here,” Bree said urgently, taking the tear-streaked child from him.“Mama, Mama! Jemmy’s GONE!” She clung to Bree, staring desperately, still thumping her head. “He’s not wif me!”Bree frowned at Mandy, puzzled, a hand running over her, checking for temperature, swollen glands, tender tummy…“Not with you,” she repeated, speaking intently, trying to get Mandy out of her panic. “Tell Mummy what you mean, sweetheart.”“Not here!” In utter desperation, Mandy lowered her head and butted her mother in the chest.“Oof!”The door at the end of the hall opened, and William Buccleigh came out, wearing Roger’s woolen dressing gown.“What in the name of the Blessed Virgin’s all this riot?” he inquired.“He took him, he took him!” Mandy shrieked, and buried her head in Brianna’s shoulder.Despite himself, Roger was feeling infected by Amanda’s fear, irrationally convinced that something terrible had happened.“Do you know where Jem is?” he snapped at Buccleigh.“I do not.” Buccleigh frowned at him. “Is he not in his bed?”

“No, he isn’t!” Brianna snapped. “You saw him leave, for heaven’s sake.” She forced her way between the men. “Quit it right now, both of you! Roger, take Mandy. I’m going to phone Martina Hurragh.” She thrust Amanda, moaning around the thumb in her mouth, into his arms and hurried for the stairs, her hastily acquired nightclothes rustling like leaves.He rocked Amanda, distracted, alarmed, nearly overcome by her sense of panic. She emitted fright and grief like a radio broadcasting tower, and his own breath came short and his hands were wet with sweat where he clutched her Winnie-the-Pooh nightie.“Hush, a chuisle,” he said, pitching his voice as calmly as he could. “Hush, now. We’ll fix it. You tell Daddy what waked you up, and I’ll fix it, promise.”She obediently tried to stifle her sobs, rubbing chubby fists into her eyes.“Jemmy,” she moaned. “I want Jemmy!”“We’ll get him back straightaway,” Roger promised. “Tell me, what made you wake up? Did you have a bad dream?”“Uh-huh.” She clutched him tighter, her face full of fear. “Was big wocks, big wocks. They scweamed at me!”Ice water ran straight through his veins. Jesus, oh, Jesus. Maybe she did remember her trip through the stones.“Aye, I see,” he said, patting her as soothingly as he could, for the ferment in his own breast. He did see. In memory he saw those stones, felt and heard them again. And, turning a little, saw the pallor of William Buccleigh’s face and knew he heard the ring of truth in Mandy’s voice, too.“What happened then, a leannan? Did you go close to the big rocks?”“Not me; Jem! That man took him and the wocks ate him!” At this, she collapsed in tears again, sobbing inconsolably.“That man,” Roger said slowly, and turned a little more, so that William Buccleigh was in her field of view. “Do you mean this man, sweetheart? Uncle Buck?”“No, nonononononono, a other man!” She straightened up, staring into his face with huge, tear-filled eyes, straining to make him understand. “Bobby’s daddy!”He heard Brianna coming upstairs. Fast, but unevenly; it sounded as though she was bumping against the walls of the staircase, losing her balance as she hurried.She stumbled into view at the top of the stair, and Roger felt every hair on his body stand up at the sight of her white, staring face.“He’s gone,” she said, hoarse. “Martina says he’s not with Bobby, she didn’t expect him tonight at all. I made her go outside and look—Rob lives three houses down. She says his truck is gone.”

[Cap 85Son of a witch ~An echo in the bone ]

[likelarryfics]

Chicago

"Crap," Harry whispers, face-palming himself.

"Again?" Gemma asks with a laugh. "You just started modeling again, H."

"I know," he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He's just done a whole mummy x baby collection with Gucci and they're doing well. Rei and Harry had so much of fun doing the shoot and now-- now Harry is knocked up again.

He just started doing runways again. This is so-- God, the universe is laughing at him right now.

"You know there's such a thing as protection right?" Gemma asks, still amused by this.

Harry disposes of the stick and rolls his eyes. "Stop this isn't funny," he whines, walking to his couch and sitting down.

"Sorry, I'm just asking," she sighs, sitting next to him, turning to face him. "Now what?"

"I don't know. We've been wanting another baby," Harry says, playing with his hands on his lap. "But we agreed we'd try within the next year because he just started his world tour too and I wanted to model again."

"You have been," Gemma says. "But you guys do want another kid then?"

Harry nods, smiling a bit. "Rei is going to turn two next month and we just agreed around two to three is a good age gap, you know?"

"Like you and I," she punches his arm lightly, grinning.

"Yes," Harry rolls his eyes half-heartedly.

"So, you're going to tell Louis then?" Gemma asks.

"Yeah," Harry nods. "I mean, I guess we both wanted this... just happened sooner than expected... again."

Gemma laughs again. Harry narrows his eyes at her. "I'm sorry it's just funny this happened again."

Harry pouts, rubbing over his tummy. He'd just worked on his abs again and he's been looking really good.

"He'll be happy," Gemma says.

"Yeah, I know he will," Harry smiles. Louis is a great partner and he's an even better father. Harry just hates to disrupt his career when he'd just started up again.

He was so excited to get out there and your again. As much as Louis loved to be at home with Harry and Rei, Harry could tell he missed his music and touring. Hell, Harry missed modeling too.

Harry exhales heavily. He'll be happy having another baby. Harry just isn't sure about the timing of it all.

"You know what you should do? You should surprise him after his concert in LA," Gemma says.

"You think so?" Harry asks, a bit hesitant.

"Yeah, I think it would be cute. You and Rei surprise him," she coos.

Harry grins. Maybe he could do that.

"Assuming you're going through with this of course, but judging by the smile on your face, I think you are?" she asks.

Harry nods. "Yeah, I mean I want another baby anyway," he shrugs. "I don't mind being pregnant again either. Kind of liked it. I just hate that I'm losing my abs... again."

"You'll get them back in no time. Again," she says, patting his shoulder.

[bordonfreeman]

TUMBLR STOP GIVING ME THE "lose your mummy pooch" AD. I AM ACTIVELY TRYING TO GAIN WEIGHT. also there is nothing wrong with having a tummy jfc. Stop

[enhonoramispesadillas]

I’m having a baby,

And it feels like you’re still a baby.

You’re so small, and dependent.

Your body still fits inside the outline of mine. Our nights still lead us to each other.

You’re so young, and vulnerable.

Our time together has only been short. Your needs still as many as they once were.

You’re so completely naive to what’s coming. But I want to tell you,

Even though you won’t understand just yet.

I want to tell you that Mummy is having another baby. He or she will be smaller than you,

And will live in our house with us,

And will want lots of my time, day and night.

But this new baby is not to replace you, okay?

You are your own.

What we have, and will continue to have, is our own.

But our life will be new.

The new will become part of yours too, It already has.

You are bound by the closeness of me carrying you both. You on my hip.

He or she in my tummy.

Every time you hold me, you are holding them too.

And you will see that what awaits us is the best kind of new, Eventually.

That closeness will become one of playing together, learning side by side, and holding each other through childhood and beyond.

It will be one of sharing me, but feeling full of love.

That ache you have for me will become an ache you have for them. It will become a bond you carry for life.

That new little person you may struggle with at times will become all you feel you know.

They will become something you’ll never want to lose.

So my baby,

Mummy is having another baby.

Yes this means change for us,

But it also means a new love for you.

And I can’t wait for you to believe me one day.

[abdulajeez]

What exercises get rid of mommy belly?

What exercises get rid of mommy belly?

[reawritesthings]

mother’s day sweetness | tom holland smut

summary: tom had another way to say thanks for bringing his children into the world.

words: 1.7K

warnings: 18+ MINORS DON’T INTERACT. fingering, nipple play, shower head play??? shower sex!!

pairing: dad!tom x reader

a/n: this is just a small little imagine I did. kssksksk, I hope you like it and apologies if the smut isn’t as good and short... i’m still practising

masterlist | taglist

“Alright, avengers, we have two missions to complete. Amelia, you are in charge of the cookies and Theo, as calmly as possible, you give mummy the flowers?” Tom said, with a loving smile on his lips, watching Amelia finish up the decorating. His gaze found Theo was mesmerised by the colours of the petals. Tom quickly scooped Theo up in his arm, bouncing him lightly to distract him as he knew Theo would tear apart the petals.

“Amelia, you done, darling?” Tom whispered, and Amelia held her hand up to focus.

Tom chuckled at the new habit Amelia picked up, shaking his head at the sight of his perfectionist daughter. “Hurry up, lia.” Theo whined, making grabby hands to the flowers but, Tom made sure they were out of his reach.

“You can’t rush art.” She sassed, grabbing the last sprinkles from the pot, drizzling them down.

“Voila,” she added, straight after.

“Right. Amelia, you start the march.” Tom grinned and watched Amelia rush towards him.

“Avengers…..” Tom trailed and let Theo finish the chant.

“Aseeeembleeeeeeee.” He giggled and watched his older sister climb up the stairs.

As the three of them made it towards the bedroom, Tom finally gave the flowers to Theo. “Theo, you have to hold onto it tight,” Tom whispered and watched his small hands aimlessly grab onto the stems.

Quietly, Amelia opened the bedroom door as predicted you were still asleep. On their tiptoes, they all walked around the bed. Tom helped Theo crawl towards his mum flowers, tightly around his grip.

“Wake up, mummy.” He tittered, his voice a little high out of the excitement, especially when you opened your eyes, and gave him a small smile.

“Oh, wow. Theo. These are beautiful.” You laugh, sitting up in bed as you quickly rub your eyes.

“Happy Mother’s Day!.” Amelia grinned, taking this as her cue to hand the cookies to you. You smile in awe and watch Theo make grabby hands to the cookies.

“Theo. You already had two.” Tom’s stern voice entered you, took a glance at him. Theo pouted, hiding his face in your chest making, Tom’s eyes roll.

“Theo, sweetie. How about we share one? You can pick one, and we can share so you won’t get sick?” You coo and watched his little face turn towards the cookies.

“Amelia, these are beautiful. How did you make these?”

“Uncle Sam. He was on facetime with me.”

"Well, we must say thank you to Uncle Sam," You laugh, breaking a cookie in half and feeding it to Theo.

Tom proudly brought out his phone and took a picture of his loves. He watched them with loving eyes, wondering how you would react to his Mother’s Day present when the kids went down for a nap. For now, Tom stepped back and allowed you to thank the kids whilst he called his mother to wish her a mother’s day.

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“And the kids finally are napping.” Your breath, walking into your bedroom and collapsing onto Tom. He laughed, brushing your hair with his fingers as he tossed his phone away.

“Are you okay to stay here whilst I have a shower?” You ask, playing with the string from his hoodie. He nodded, pecking your lips before watching you get up.

You smile in thanks and head towards the bathroom. Tom was flickering g through his phone as he just caught on that he could give the first half of your present now and the rest later.

As you were about to remove your underwear, a familiar face invited himself in; his jaw dropped in awe as he gazed over your body.

“You okay, sweetie?” You chuckled, walking towards him.

“I-I thought I could join you. You know, save water, helping you wash your hair…�� Tom grinned, watching you undress.

After three years of marriage, he was still mesmerised by your body. Your body radiated the spotlights, letting your skin shine through the streaks of light as you made it into the shower.

“Coming or what?” You laugh, glancing at the stillness of Tom’s body. Tom eagerly nodded, shutting the door behind him just in case their little rugrats ran in.

Tom made his way over to the shower, taking off his clothes in the process. As you tested the temperature to get the right touch, Tom’s hands ravished your skin, pressing kisses along your neck. He turned you over, back against the cold tiles; he looked at you in awe.

“You still got it, mama.” Tom breathed, bringing your hands right above your head. He used one hand to hold your hands up and the other to turn on the water pressure. Tom didn’t care about the temperature; he was too occupied with the wonders of the shower.

Tom welcomed a smirk to his lips as he thought of an idea. He took the showerhead from it’s home and slowly drizzled the water down your body, watching the droplets raid your breasts. He licked his lips as he turned the water pressure on high.

“Tom… What are you up too..?”

“Trust me.” Tom swooned, guiding the showerhead down to your tummy, grinning as he felt the squirm arise from your wrists.

“You little shit.” Your breath, hitching your breath as Tom teased your clit with the showerhead. You closed your eyes, letting the pleasure come to you. It wasn’t the first time Tom ravished you in the shower, but with the continuation of the showerhead, shooting up your clit made you rip out a loud moan. The wet sensation of the water peaking up your clit, made Tom grin in glee that he had this power over you. The vibrations of the water pressure made your legs shake.

Tom snickers, crashing his lips onto yours. Tom slides his tongue in your mouth, and both begin to dance in sync with each other. Tom pulled you a little closer, taking the showerhead away from your clit and itching it back in its place.

“Look at you. Already squirming for me.” He whispered between your lips.

His free hand guided it’s way to your clit, hovering his palm over the entrance. Out of desperation, you began to grind down against it, bringing out a brisk moan for Tom to do something.

“Needy girl, aren’t you?” He said, you only nodded.

“You aren’t the only one, mama.” He retorted and sniggered a laugh as something hard kneed your hip, proof of his statement. Tom takes no time and dips his index finger into where your throbbing clit is calling his name. He slides his finger along your clit, breathing sharply as you both felt how wet you were.

“Fu--” He groans but loses the rest of the word when he trails two fingers along your clit, and this time you whine for him.

Tom kisses you roughly and stimulates a contrast to how gently he presses not one but two fingers insides you. He curls his fingers between your folds, attempts a smug smile to show his innocence. You only bit onto your lower lip. The noise you were making was all Tom needed to know to work his magic.

“P-Please, Tom”, You breathed against his neck when he slowly started to move his fingers in and out.

He shook his head, “ I want to look at you. You look so pretty on my fingers, mama.” He whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips to your ear. “I wanna listen to you beg for it.”

Tom was a very excessive person, something about his mood when sex involves makes you want to obey him. If this were an ordinary day, you wouldn’t take it. Tom kisses his way to your neck and then to your collarbone. You think he would give you a little hickey but, you found his tongue against your nipple.

He slowly began to tease your nipple, flicking his tongue around it to hear the sweet sound of your moan. He played around with your breasts, letting you ease into his fingers before he stimulates his two fingers to roughly moving in and out of you. He knows the pace makes you crazy and, it wasn’t helping when his thumb rubbed circles against your clit. Tom was very good at timing and pacing when it came to fingering you; he was very skilled in that area. You let out mournful cries, feeling your walls clench around his fingers.

“Tommy, please.” You cry, almost losing your balance when his lip tightens around your nipple and his hand entwined with yours. He didn’t help with your balance as he loved watching you be helpless without him. Needlessly to say, he won’t be getting any free treatment after this facade.

“You are doing so well for me, mama. So so well.” He praises, voice a little harsh as he harshly felt his fingers reach your spot. He knew if he went any faster, you were going to stumble and, he wasn’t ready for that conversation with his kids. He moved his tongue away from your breasts and took care of your screams with his lips.

You felt your orgasm start slow, and Tom can feel the juice began to trail down; he knows you could push a little more. He fingers you quicker, using the slightest bit of his teeth to bit down your bottom lip to show you that he is close to stopping.

He takes his fingers out of yours, caressing your back as he tried to help with your balance. He knew cheekily that with his support, he can get a little thrill out of you still. He pushes his fingers in further and notices your hips thrust against his fingers and pours a smile to his face. Your nails dig into his back as you can feel your orgasm slowly run down. He stops his movement, looking right into your eyes as he thrust one final time before feeling your juice drown his fingers. You wail out his name as he slowly took his fingers out of you.

“So proud of you. Look at how well you did, pretty girl.” He whispers against your lips, kissing you right afterwards. He watches the liquid run down your inner thigh and laughs at the shakiness of your legs.

“Oh, by the way, thank you for bringing Amelia and Theo into my life.”

[biscuitsforpotter]

Shiloh learns to crawl

An art commission by @kumatan0720

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Oh gosh—she's doing it! She's doing it, Draco! Come see!"

Hermione tore her eyes from Shiloh for half a second to watch as Draco came sprinting into the nursery from their little kitchen, half-washed bottles in hand, elation filling his eyes.

"She's doing it?" he echoed, his voice breathless.

Hermione nodded and turned back to their daughter. Shiloh was on her hands and knees, rocking back and forth in her blue footie pyjamas. She had been edging closer and closer to crawling with each passing day, and Hermione swore that this time Shiloh had moved one of her knees.

She had been scooting around on her tummy for several weeks, reaching for her mummy's wand or some other shiny bauble. The transition to supporting her own weight on her hands and knees was relatively new. But every time she came close and Hermione and Draco gathered around her to watch her arrive at her new milestone, she would suddenly lose interest, falling onto her bottom and looking around before declaring in a loud and confident voice, "Ba!"

What exactly she meant by, "Ba!" Hermione had no idea, but she hoped it didn't translate to, 'A watched cauldron never boils.'

But this time would be different. She was sure of it. Shiloh seemed confident, somehow. Bold. Excited. She had a glint in her eye as she stared at a plush dragon sitting on the floor nearby.

"Come on," Draco egged on in a whisper, his own eyes wide, identical to his daughter's.

Shiloh rocked back and forth again, as if she was trying to convince herself that she was ready to propel herself forward.

Draco crouched down beside Hermione, the two of them following an unspoken agreement to be silent observers from this moment. Even though Draco's soapy hands began to drip onto the rug, she said nothing, choosing to watch Shiloh instead.

One knee forward. Then an arm.

Shiloh moved forward a couple inches before collapsing onto her tummy. Hermione watched as Draco grimaced.

She no longer doubted the kind of father he was to their daughter.

Watching him watch Shiloh made her heart sing.

A shriek from Shiloh made Hermione whip her head around. She was back on her hands and knees, rocking once more. This time, her wide, gummy smile stretched across her face as she stared at the plush dragon.

One knee forward. Then an arm.

Then again. And again. And again.

She kept crawling until she was close enough to the dragon to reach out and grab it in her pudgy little fingers. And as she fell backwards onto her nappy-padded bottom with the dragon in her clutches, Hermione and Draco surged forward to scoop her up and shower her with praise.

"Well done, darling!"

"That's our girl!"

Scene from The Gift of Life, Chapter 12

I am seriously beyond elated at the lovely work that KumatanDraws has done. From Draco’s soapy hands to the determined look on Shiloh’s face, she’s captured he moment perfectly! It’s so fluffy and soft and I’m going to be staring at it for DAYS.

To read more, see:

The Gift of Joy on AO3 and FFN

The Gift of Life on AO3 and FFN (the sequel)

[chrispineisagoddess]

[The Mummy/Ardeth x Jonathan]

Warning: male pregnancy

Part 1 / Sorry for mistakes

Around the world, less than 500 male babies were born with a pregnancy gene. It was only known in so many places due to the low cases. Not many doctors knew but the only way you’d know if your male baby had the gene is if they come out with a large red birthmark below their bellybutton. Luckily… Jonathans Doctor knew and tells his mother her child possesses the gene. Jonathan grows up with the known fact that he’s capable of giving birth. His mother did not spare him. She told him to keep it a secret though and to not reveal his tummy if he couldn’t help it. She had heard stories of some grown males being killed for it. Younger males being bullied. While she raised her son to be tough… the thought of losing him was sickening. When Evy became a teenager and so much more aware, she was just as protective as their parents. As an adult, Jonathan has slept with mostly females. Some of them weirded out or even disgusted seeing the mark but most didn’t care. The number of males he had almost slept with he could count on one hand but in the end, only slept with one he truly felt a connection with. The fear the other had of Jonathan possibly getting pregnant despite them using protection lingered and so it didn’t last. That had broken Jonathans and when Evy heard, she almost went after the man but he had stopped her. After that, he mostly slept with woman. Everything changed when he meets Ardeth. He can’t help but feel attracted to the strong and mysterious Medjai. He tried to hide it but when clinging to the Medjai after getting a scarab cut out of him, he didn’t notice himself clinging for too long until he looked up to see Ardeth staring at him. He quickly let go and tried to cough as a way to hide but groaned at the pain of the cuts. The Medjai had ripped pieces of his robes and used them to wrap his chest and hand up. “Thanks gent. Much appreciated.” The Medjai smiled. “Of course friend.” Afterwards, he wasn’t gonna go near him afraid his feelings would be obvious. In the end, they had parted. He tried to act sad cuz the Medjai was ditching them but really… he was sad he’d never see Ardeth again. When they had gotten back, things were back to normal except Evy and Rick were romantically involved. After Jonathan had healed, he felt confident to go out and drown himself in his sorrows. He was incredibly sad due to his failed love life. It was then he heard a voice next to him at a bar and it was none other than Ardeth. “What’re you doing here?!” He asked the Medjai but he just stood and lifted his hand. The English man stared before taking it. He took Jonathan to his horse and helped Jonathan up. He wrapped his arms around the leader and held tight. “Where’re we going?!” I had said out loud but got no answer. We were going into the dessert though. After an hour or so, we came upon lights. It was night as well. We came upon a small village, many stares came their way. I smiled at some children and they giggled. After a while, I was lead to a large tent a while away from the others. When we entered, it was lit inside. A bed lay on the ground with some bags on the right side. On the opposite side was a small table and paper. “Are you tired?” The Medjai asked. “Well… a bit.” I said. The Medjai grabbed his hand and pulled him. “Come… rest.” He took Jonathan’s coat and Jonathan just fell onto the makeshift bed. I must’ve been more tired than usual cuz I don’t remember falling asleep. I had woke in the morning very hungry tho. On cue, Ardeth enters with breakfast. The days that followed had Ardeth telling Jonathan about his home. He had to leave every now and then. He was the leader. Sometimes he took Jonathan out on a ride. He found that the Medjai often had his hand on his lower back. He didn’t read too much until that. After a while, I ask him. “Why’d you bring me here?” . The Medjai looked at him and smiled. “Because… I care for you Jonathan.” He has been using the English man’s name a lot. Those words made the Englishman blush. “Oh- thank you Ardeth. I also care for you.” Ardeth chuckles and Jonathan is confused.

Part 2

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Ik the pov is a bit not good cuz it goes from 3rd pov to someone else pov to Jonathan’s pov. Ehh.. hope you enjoy tho

[svnflowervol666]

An interview during self-isolation with Zane Lowe (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: I’ve gotten a ton of asks to the tune of this scenario - about what a quarantine video with Harry and his family would look like. I put as many of them together as I could for you all! Hope you enjoy and it’s not too confusing, as this isn’t my typical writing style, but I tried my best to make it worth your while! Take care and TPWK.

“Harry, can ye’ hear me alright?” Harry heard Zane Lowe’s voice fill his right ear as he readjusted his headphones.

“Yeah, I can hear ya,” he responded, running his fingers through his hair once everything was situated and his laptop was balanced perfectly on his knee.

“I’ve just been video calling and chatting it up with everyone on how they’re navigating the pandemic, so I’m very thankful you’ve agreed to join in.”

“‘S no problem. Thank you f’ having me.”

“Oh!” Zane interjected his own strain of thought, “I see you’ve brought a special guest for us today,” he said when Harry’s screen finally focused and he was able to see everything on Harry’s end.

Harry chuckled, the dimples on either corner of his mouth growing wider at the mention of the sleeping body on his chest that’s got a fuzzy blanket tucked into their sides and draped over Harry’s upper half.

“I have,” Harry agreed, “Though he’s not gonna be worth much. Being a two-year-old is exhausting apparently.”

He gave the toddler a few gentle pats on the back and continued to look at Zane through the webcam.

“This is your son, right?” Zane asked.

“Who? Him?” Harry asked, nodding his head in the direction of his child, “Nah. Found him on the street.”

Both men laughed, but Harry tried to lower his volume as to not wake up his son.

“Well, he looks an awful bit like you t’ be a stray, don’t ye’ think?”

“I suppose the curls are quite convincing, aren’t they?” Harry sighed, playfully rolling his eyes.

“What’s brought your bubs along with you for this interview?”

“Erm,” Harry thought, wondering if he should be talking this much about his personal life but ultimately deciding it wasn’t too invasive, “Y/N’s been pretty tired lately, so I’m just trying to keep him out of her hair so she can rest. He’s going through a phase where he’s very clingy right now so he’d probably be crying f’ me at some point if I left him in his room.”

“Oh, that’s right!” it suddenly dawned on Zane, “You two are expecting again, aren’t you?

“We are,” Harry smiled softly yet proudly into the screen, “‘s kinda scary for us right now, but we’re hoping everything is cleared up before it’s time.”

“Yeah, yeah. I was just about to say right now’s probably not the greatest time to be havin’ a baby.”

“Well, the baby’s not due for a few more months so I think everything’ll be alright, but it’s still just kinda nerve-wracking ye’ know?”

“Absolutely,” Zane added, “This has all got t’ be tough on your guys; having to self-isolate with a toddler plus having one on the way.”

“Ehh, it’s not so bad,” Harry countered, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as he spoke. “We’ve been spending a lot of time t’gether, which is pretty great. I just got done with all of the album promo, so I’d already been gone for a while. Plus, I was about to leave for tour for like a month so we were kinda sad about having to say goodbye before, but now I don’t have to. We talk to our families a lot and keep in touch with everyone pretty regularly so we don’t feel like we’re going too crazy.”

“Good! That’s good.”

Harry nodded in agreement.

“I was going to ask you about tour actually. You’ve pushed the European leg of your Love on Tour to next year, is that correct?”

“Correct.”

“That must be hard for you, I’m sure. I bet you were so ready to get back on the road and to have it all pulled out from under ye’ was probably not the greatest feeling.”

“I mean, it’s obviously disappointing, but like, in the grand scheme of things, it’s not the most important thing in the world. But I think everyone kinda understands that there’s not anything you can do about it and ye’ have to do what you can to keep everyone safe, ya know?”

“For sure,” Zane nodded, readjusting the hat on his head.

“Plus, it gives you time to practice doesn’t it?”

Harry’s belly shook as he laughed softly.

“Definitely gives us plenty of time to be prepar-”

Harry stopped in his tracks and looked down at his son who was still napping away, lifting his hand up from where it had been rested on his tiny bum.

“Everything alright?” Zane asked Harry after he was still quiet for a few seconds and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Uhh, yeah,” Harry stuttered as a noticeable heat climbed to his cheeks, “Think m’ son’s just farted on me in his sleep.”

This made Zane laugh even harder than he had before, clutching his chest while Harry remained embarrassed that his son had just passed gas on him during his first interview.

The commotion seemed to stir Harry’s son from his sleep. His pudgy legs began to stretch against Harry’s chest and his balled-up fists reached up to rub at his closed eyes. Harry seemed to sense some trepidation, like his son was going to start fussing at any given moment, so he quickly began bouncing his small body against his knee to soothe him and shushed him quietly in his ear. Zane didn’t draw much attention to it, but he couldn’t help but swoon over how easily Harry’s son settled back down.

Harry whispered, “’s alright, bubby. You’re alright,” before kissing the top of his curls gently, no doubt making the viewers lose their minds at home with how gentle he was being towards his boy.

“So your boy farts himself awake, huh?” Zane joked.

“Wouldn’t be the first time. He’s an absolute mess,” Harry added.

“Does he take after you or Y/N?”

Clearly, neither of them were interested in talking about music or tour anymore. Harry’s son had stolen the show, and he wasn’t even conscious.

“A little bit of both I’d say. He’s extremely kind and caring like Y/N, but loves to mess around like me. Can’t really say he got any of Y/N’s looks, though.”

“Absolutely not,” Zane chuckled into his mic, “That one’s all you.”

Harry laughed again, rubbing the tip of his nose with the palm of his hand out of habit.

“Is he excited to be a big brother?”

“Ehh, I think he kinda gets the idea, but not really,” Harry tilted his hand back and forth to symbolize the fact that his toddler could just barely come to grips with there being another baby in his mum’s belly.

“He knows there’s ‘something in mummy’s tummy,’“ Harry noted using air quotes, “And he like, gives Y/N’s stomach kisses all of the time because we tell him to and he sees me do it, but I don’t really think he’s come to grips with it.”

“Well, that makes sense,” Zane responded, “He’s only two.”

“Right, right,” Harry agreed, “But he’s, like, super cuddly and loves his stuffed animals and stuff, so I don’t think he’s gonna have a hard time at all really.”

Just when Zane was going to try to get back on topic with his prepared list of questions he had written up for Harry that didn’t involve his son, there was a commotion on Harry’s end that occurred somewhere beyond the view of the camera.

It was the sound of a door shutting a feet padding against hardwood steps.

“Harry!” a voice called out.

“Have you seen my laptop charger? I’m trying to FaceTime Gem- Oh,” the voice stopped.

“Sorry, baby,” Harry spoke above the laptop screen to whoever had just walked into the room, “Couldn’t find mine and I had t’ talk t’ Zane.”

“Which Zane?”

“Is that Y/N I hear?” Zane asked Harry.

Harry laughed at his wife’s words, quickly specifying that it was Zane Lowe and not his former bandmate.

“Yes, it is Y/N. She’s awoken from her beauty sleep it appears.”

The camera wasn’t able to pick up the way Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry.

“Gimme one of those,” Y/N demanded, holding her hand out for the other earbud that Harry wasn’t wearing so she could join in on his conversation with Zane.

Harry swung the free earbud around his chest with his free hand as to not disturb their son, smiling smugly at his wife while she settled onto the sofa next to him and cuddled into his side.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Zane greeted her.

“Hello, handsome,” Y/N responded, “How come you never call to talk to me anymore? Why do you only care about this nobhead?”

She playfully shoved Harry’s shoulder, but not hard enough to actually knock him sideways.

“He does have the number one album in the country right now. Kinda makes sense to check in on him now, dunnit?”

“And I’m his baby mama, so where’s my praise for carrying his little spawns?”

“You truly are a saint for tha’ one. I won’t lie.”

Harry feigned offense but failed to hide the smile that tugged on the corners of his lips.

“I’m sitting right here!” he scoffed.

“We know, love,” Y/N cooed him as she looked over at him and brushed his curls that had fallen onto his forehead back into his mess of hair. 

“How are you doing, though, Y/N? We talked a bit about you while you were away. Harry said you’re strugglin’ a bit?”

“Umm, I mean, it’s just normal pregnancy stuff,” she dismissed his qualms as she absentmindedly stroked her protruding belly that was just barely in the frame, “I’m at the point where everything hurts all of the time and everything Harry does annoys the piss out of me, but other than that I’m pretty much normal.”

“Goodness. He didn’t tell me that part,” Zane chuckled, “Please elaborate.”

“Okay, well first of all-,” Y/N started.

“Why are you acting like you were just waiting f’ someone to ask you that question?” Harry forced through laughter.

“Because I’ve got a lot to say!” she exclaimed.

“You don’t pick up your dirty clothes, you leave your tea mugs all around the house, and you and your son eat all of my bread!”

“I do not eat all of the bread!” Harry started to playfully argue with his wife.

“I caught you sneaking into the pantry at midnight eating bread right out of the bag, Harold.”

“Well, what were you doin’ awake in the kitchen at midnight anyway, hmm?”

“I’m pregnant. I’m allowed to be hungry every twenty minutes. You’ve got no excuse.”

Harry sighed in defeat, meanwhile, Zane sat back and enjoyed listening to the two of them bickering like children. 

“Sounds like the quarantine might getting t’ the both of you, huh?”

“Oh, no,” Y/N dismissed Zane, “We’re always like this.”

Just then, Harry felt the weight distribution on his chest shift, and saw a pair of emerald green eyes identical to his open and look back and forth between him and Y/N. His pudgy cheeks were flushed a warm, crimson color and the t-shirt he had taken a nap in was tugged over to the side from how well he had slept.

“Well, hello there, bubby. Nice of you t’ join us,” Harry spoke calmly to his son that was in the middle of waking up, gently brushing his fingers along the side of his face.

“Dear god. He looks just like you, Harry,” Zane said in disbelief.

This made Harry blush and hide his face in his son’s plush blanket, and Y/N looked lovingly down at her two boys.

“I know he does,” Harry confirmed, “Poor thing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Harry’s comment. As if that was meant to be an insult.

“Hung-y,” the three of them heard the toddler mumble.

“What’s that, lovie?” Y/N perked up.

“I hung-y” he repeated, his arms outstretched for his mother to which she happily accepted.

The boy crawled right over Harry towards Y/N, his foot sinking deep into Harry’s gut and making him grunt in reaction. 

“You’re hungry?” Y/N asked, “You want some lunch, bubs?”

He nodded into Y/N’s shoulder where he had tucked himself away, clearly still in the mood to be loved on and cuddled.

“Well, let’s go make you something to eat then. What do you want? A banana?”

“Bread!” cheered the two-year-old, which earned a laugh from everyone in the room and an eye-roll from Y/N.

“Of course, you want bread. Wouldn’t expect anything less from your father’s child.”

“Why are you bullying me?” Harry fired back.

“Because you’re eating all of my damn bread!” Y/N yelled before scooping their son up from the couch and teetering out of frame into the kitchen.

“Alright,” started Zane, “Seems like it’s time for me to leave you three alone. Thanks for stopping in t’ chat.”

Harry chortled, readjusting his headphone one last time to sign off.

“Thanks again f’ havin’ me. Sorry my family crashed your interview.”

“It’s no bother at all, mate. ‘S actually quite refreshing seeing ye’ like this. I’m sure everyone watching would agree. Reminds us all that you’re human and not some robot with perfect hair and the voice of an angel.”

Harry hid his face in his hands, blushing for what felt like the thousandth time during this video call. 

“I hope you lot continue to stay safe and healthy through all of this.”

“Thank you so much. You as well,” Harry added.

“Of course. Tell Y/N I’ll ring her up soon.”

“Will do,” Harry nodded, “If she doesn’t kill me f’ asking her t’ make me some toast first.”