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Our Team (Aaron Hotchner x Pregnant!Reader)

word count: 1448

warnings/tags: pregnant reader, fun day at the park, as always if I missed anything please lmk

note: very lightly edited

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Hotch had been taking more time off lately, wanting to make things easier for you now that you’re in your third trimester. You were very pregnant and not up for too much lately but you couldn’t pass up a day with Jack and Aaron. Today he promised to take Jack to the park to kick his new soccer ball around.

Jack had walked you to the car, a hand in yours as he opened the door and handed you the seat belt. He then closed the door gently behind you as you struggle to secure the seatbelt into the lock.

You watch through the windshield as he runs back into the house to help Aaron get the items for the day. They both come out, hands and arms filled with a lawn chair, blanket, cooler of food and drinks, and a soccer ball.

Aaron and Jack load up the trunk of the car before Aaron is hoisting Jack into the back seat. When he finally gets in the car, he immediately grabs the seat belt from your hand with his right one and clicks it in to place. His left hand continues clutching your now empty hand. He places a quick kiss to your knuckles.

“How are you feeling? Are you still up to go today?” He asks, brows furrowed.

“Mhm.” You nod, head thrown against the head rest and eyes closed.

“Let me know if you’re not feeling good, okay?”

“Okay. I love you.” Your voice is sleepy and full of exhaustion.

“I love you.” He smiles before starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. “You ready, Jack?” He meets the little boys eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Yes! Let’s go!” He cheers.

Jack is bouncing with energy as he hops down from the backseat with his ball in his hands. He’s already running to the open field of grass. Aaron has to remind him to not go too far. He’s opening your door and unbuckling your seat belt, sneaking in a kiss as he leans over you.

“I’ll set up your chair and then come and get you, honey.”

“No, no. I want to come with you.” You whine.

“Okay, stubborn.” He teases, holding his hands out for you to use as leverage. “I need to get to the trunk. Wait here for me.”

Aaron quickly makes his way back to you. He hands you the blanket and carries the chair in one hand and the pulls the cooler along with the other.

Your hands find his hips as you trail behind him, waddling and groaning with each step.

Jack is keeping himself busy by tossing the ball into the air and catching it. Aaron is setting up your chair on top of the blanket. He holds both of your hands as you sit in the chair with a grunt. He kneels in front of you, hands on your knees.

“This spot is okay right?” He inquires. He’s found you a spot under a tree with a good amount of shade and even a small breeze.

“Can you get me a water before you leave?”

“Of course.” He leans over to the cooler and pulls out an ice cold water bottle. “Just call out for me.”

“Go have fun, our boy is waiting.” You smile, lazily. He nods, standing with a crack in his knees. He leans down to kiss your forehead.

He jogs over to Jack who’s been so patiently waiting. You admire Aaron in his t-shirt and track pants. He looks so laid back, carefree, and just overall handsome. He’s such a good husband and an even better father.

“Y/n, look at this!” Jack squeals as he kicks the ball to Aaron as hard as he can.

You lift your head from the chair to watch the two of them. Jack has Aaron running around in circles and retrieving poorly kicked balls. You can see the sweat spots pooling through Aaron’s shirt as he huffs heavily.

“Do it again!” You cheer. “Make dad work.”

“Hey!” Aaron throws his hands out. “Don’t team up on me, it’s not fair.”

“I’m a kid and y/n is carrying the baby. It is fair.”

“He has a point, babe.” You shrug.

“I’m going to hug you and get you all sweaty, just you wait.” He points at you.

“Looking forward to it.” You smirk, earning a laugh from Hotch.

It’s not long before Hotch is burnt out and hungry as he sits between your legs. You lean forward as best as you can with a belly in the way. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, not minding his damp shirt or neck. You even lean your chin onto his head, feeling the soft strands against your jawline. Aaron stays like this until his breathing has evened out.

“Jack, come take a break.” He shouts, not unkindly.

“Okay, dad.” He runs straight to you and cuddles into your side. “I beat dad so bad.”

“You did!” You laugh, brushing his hair from his forehead. “You’re not as sweaty as him.”

“It’s because I’m young and I have more energy.”

Aaron laughs around his mouthful of chips. “Thanks for that bud. You want a pb&j or turkey?”

“Can I just have fruit for now?” He lays out like a starfish on the blanket. He replicates a snow angel, shoes knocking against Hotch’s legs as he kicks his feet.

“What do you think?” Hotch twists to see your face. You surprise him with a kiss to his forehead. It’s sweet from the fruit and salty from the sweat but it’s welcome.

“Fruit and maybe a bite or two of a sandwich.” You rip your sandwich in half and pass it to Jack.

He takes a bite, “One, two.” Another bite. “All done.”

You laugh and grab the rest of the sandwich from him, holding it to Aaron’s lips. He lets you feed him and cling to him. He loves days like this when he can allow himself to not worry about his work duties and when he can give you and Jack his full attention and all his love.

He’s so excited that you’re bringing in a fourth Hotchner very soon. He knows it’s not going to be easy for either of you with his job but it doesn’t make it any less exciting. Jack is super excited too, providing different names and even clearing space in his room so they can share.

This is your first birth so of course you’re scared and nervous about everything and anything but you have the best partner. You know he’s going to be with you every step of the way and he’s already done such a wonderful job with Jack, you have no doubt he’ll be just as wonderful with the new baby.

You try to keep all the worries out of your mind as you sit with your boys. Aaron already knows what you need before you need it. His hands pull off your shoes, wrapping your legs around his torso as he allows you both to lean back. His fingers knead softly into the heels and arches of your feet.

“Thank you for this. I’ll massage your legs later.” You mumble.

“No need, honey. I’m happy to do this.” He squeezes your ankle. “You know what you can do?”

“What’s that?” You bring your hand to the back of his head and softly squeeze his neck.

“You could feed me some chips. My hands are a bit occupied.” He smiles sweetly up at you.

“Jack, can you hand me the bag of chips?” You plead. “Gotta feed dad so he can refuel and kick your butt.”

“Hey! You’re supposed to be on my side.” He pouts before running the bag of chips over to you.

You take the bag and place it in your lap, then cover Aaron’s ears. “I am. I just have to make him think I’m helping him. I’ll feed him so much he’ll be too tired to try and win this time.”

“That’s a good plan.” He agrees before offering his hand for a high five. You lightly slap his hand.

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be back to play.” Hotch pushes the ball with his foot towards Jack who runs off.

“You’re lucky you’re pregnant and cute or-“

“Or what? You’ll try to kick my butt in soccer. That’s not even a fair fight, you’re a better runner than me.”

“Well, you’ve got a kicker on your team.” He smiles, turning to face you, placing his hand on your stomach.

“Our team.” You cup his cheeks and lean forward to kiss him.

“Our team.” He nods, resting his forehead on yours.

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gingerbread house | oscar piastri

synopsis: in which McLaren inspires you to start a new tradition with Oscar

a/n: based on this request!

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The smell of cinnamon and sugar filled the air as you placed the last of the gingerbread pieces on the table.

Oscar stood beside you, hands on his hips, surveying the setup like he was about to tackle a particularly tricky corner on the racetrack.

“I’m just saying, I think mine’s going to be better than yours” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You rolled your eyes, already used to him making everything a race with you.

“It’s not a race, Osc. It’s supposed to be fun and bonding” you said, pouting.

“Everything is a race, you live with a Formula 1 driver, babe” he continued, his lips forming a playful grin.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you handed him a piping bag filled with white icing.

“Fine, you’re on. But don’t come crying to me when I beat your ass” you said, your own competitive side slowly coming out of its shell.

The two of you got to work, carefully piecing together the walls and roofs of your gingerbread houses.

Or rather, you were the one doing it carefully.

Oscar, on the other hand, seemed to have chosen a more experimental approach. The icing was everywhere - on his hands, everywhere on the table, somehow even in his hair.

“How on earth did you manage that?” you asked, pointing to the white streak of icing near his temple.

He looked up, confused, and when he brushed a hand through his hair, he only managed to spread the icing even more.

“Uh, oops?” he said, giving you a sheepish smile.

Shaking your head, you grabbed a damp cloth and walked over to him.

“Sit still” you instructed, gently wiping away the mess in his hair.

Oscar stayed still under your touch, his eyes locked on yours and a soft smile replacing his playful grin.

“Thanks” he murmured, his voice softer now.

You smiled back at him, giving his nose a little peck.

“You’re welcome. Now, please focus. I don’t want to hear you whining when my house ends up looking better than yours” you said, quickly getting back to work.

He snapped back to his usual self, narrowing his eyes at you, as if he was challenging you.

“We’ll see about that, babe” he said, determined to make his house look a thousand times better than yours.

The next hour or so was filled with laughter, teasing, and a few close calls with collapsing gingerbread walls.

By the time you were both done, both houses looked unique, to put it mildly.

“Okay, let’s compare” you said, both you and Oscar stepping back to admire the end results.

Oscar tilted his head, scrutinizing the sugary masterpieces like a gingerbread expert. His house leaned precariously to one side, icing dripping down like melting snow.

Yours was more stable, although your attempt at decorating the house candy canes and gumdrops had turned into a bit of a mess.

“Yours looks like it’s been through a hurricane” you teased him, elbowing him softly.

“And yours looks like a kid’s art project” Oscar shot back, not able to contain his laughter anymore.

You both dissolved into giggles, the competition long forgotten.

“It looked much easier in your video, if we’re being honest” you said, trying to defend your work

Oscar nodded, agreeing with you.

“I think it’s because I just had to decorate it. I didn’t actually have to build it from scratch. They probably knew it would look like this” Oscar said, making you giggle more intensely.

"Yeah, probably" you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"We should do this next year, you know?" he said, his eyes still assessing the gingerbread houses.

"We could. This could become our little Christmas tradition" you said, smiling at the thought of doing this for many more years with Oscar by your side.

Oscar nodded, planting a kiss on your forehead as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you closer to him.

"Our little tradition"

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SWEET MEMORIES

DadLewis Hamilton X Mom!fem!reader

Summary: When the girls are asleep and the parents have some time to themselves and start reminiscing about some sweet memories of their relationship as a couple and family.

Words: 2.9K+

Warnings: Mentions of childbirth, couple's past, mentions of fighting, memories of the wedding, mentions of more children, members retiring, cute.

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar, and slang errors that may be present in the story. I always say that even though it is part of a miniseries, it can be read separately, but this one has mentions of other stories. Universe of A NON-SEPARATION.

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The girls Marie and Pietra had been fast asleep in their rooms for hours. They had spent the day at Grandma Carmen's house playing with their cousins. When they got home, they were exhausted. They barely had the energy to eat dinner and take a shower before falling asleep as soon as they got into bed.

With the house silent, Y/n and Lewis finally had a moment to themselves. They opened a bottle of wine and snuggled up on the couch to watch a movie they had been wanting to see for ages. But now, with the night drawing on, they were preparing for bed.

Lewis was in the room, adjusting the pillows and pulling the blanket over the bed. Y/n, coming out of the bathroom, was applying cream on her face when she appeared in the room with a smile on her face.

"Do you know what I remembered when I was taking a shower?"

"What?" Lewis looked at her curiously, stopping what he was doing.

"Of our proposal." Y/n laughed, walking over to the bed. "Of how you dropped the ring in the snow and we spent like thirty minutes looking for it before you finally got around to it."

Lewis let out a laugh as he remembered the scene. Y/n turned off the light in the room and approached the bed, lying down next to him. Lewis pulled her closer, hugging her.

"You have no idea how nervous I was about that." He muttered, still laughing.

"Oh, I noticed." Y/n laughed against his chest. "After all, it's not every day that a man gets down on one knee and throws his engagement ring in the middle of the snow."

The proposal had happened during a skiing trip they had taken. The chosen destination was Chile, a place Y/n had always wanted to visit. The day of the proposal was especially beautiful: the sky was clear, the mountains were covered in snow and the sun reflected off the immaculate white landscape.

They were standing on a high point of the mountain, enjoying the view. Y/n was looking at the horizon in wonder, describing how it looked like a painting. It was at that moment that Lewis knelt behind her, holding a small box. But when Y/n turned around, surprised to see him in that position, he fumbled while trying to open the box and dropped the ring. The small object sank into the soft snow, and the two spent several minutes searching, laughing nervously, until they finally found it. Only then was Lewis finally able to make the proposal.

"Basically, I had to look for my own engagement ring so you could go through with the proposal." Y/n joked, laughing.

Lewis laughed along. "It was a good test to see if you really wanted me. You could have given up and left me there kneeling alone in the snow."

"Never!" Y/n smiled. "I would spend hours looking for that ring if I had to. Because in the end, I got you... and our girls."

Lewis looked at her fondly and smiled, pulling her even closer. She held his hand over the blanket, intertwining their fingers.

Suddenly, he laughed, remembering something. "Speaking of unforgettable moments... I'll never forget what you said at the altar when you read your vows."

Y/n let out a loud laugh.

"Oh my God! I was so nervous!"

The wedding was a perfect day. The altar was beautifully decorated, and Yin looked stunning in her white dress, holding a small piece of paper trembling in her hands. She took a deep breath before beginning to read her vows, excited but at the same time anxious.

"I've loved you since I was 23, and I knew it was you ever since. But before I go on, I have to admit something... I've rehearsed these vows about twenty times in front of the mirror and I'm still shaking like a leaf. So if I stutter, just pretend it's just charm.

The ceremony was filled with laughter and emotion, and Lewis would never forget how she tried to hold back tears and laughter at the same time.

"I remember it well," Lewis commented, amused. "You even stuttered when you said 'yes'."

"It's not like I didn't want to say 'yes!'" Y/n laughed. "I was just nervous. After all, I was marrying such a handsome man."

Lewis laughed out loud. "And here I thought you were thinking of running away!"

"Never!!" Y/n smiled. "Not even if you had thrown the rings on the floor again."

They laughed together before Lewis kissed the top of her head, enjoying that quiet moment, remembering how it all began.

"You know what else I remembered?"

"Hmm?" Lewis replied lazily, patting her back.

"From when we slept on a mattress on the floor for a month after we moved into this house." She laughed. "Because we were too stubborn to ask for help putting it all together."

Lewis laughed together.

"Oh, that was chaos! We said we were going to organize everything over the weekend, and when the weekend came, we made up any excuse to go out and do nothing."

Y/n laughed out loud, hiding her face in the pillow.

"If you keep laughing like that, you'll wake the girls up," Lewis warned, holding back his own laughter.

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to contain her laughter. "It was your fault! And this business of taking so long to set up the house was just like us."

They were silent for a few moments, still smiling. Lewis continued to caress his wife's arm, while Y/n wiped away the tears that had escaped from the previous laughter. Then, Lewis smiled in a different way, leaning on his elbow to look at her better.

Y/n turned her face to him, and Lewis brushed away some strands of hair that were falling over his wife's face. Strands that were identical to Marie's.

"I remember when you told me you were pregnant with Marie." He said, still with the smile on his face.

Y/n also smiled.

"We've been married for two years." Lewis looked at her fondly. "It was night, we were on the couch and I wanted you to drink some of the wine I had opened, but you refused. I didn't understand anything." Y/n laughed softly, remembering. "And then, out of the blue, you said you had a gift for me. You went upstairs and came back with a little box. I thought it was strange at the time, because there was no special date coming up. But you just told me to open it..."

Y/n sighed, knowing exactly what was coming next.

"Inside was a positive pregnancy test, an ultrasound you did in your office, even though you couldn't see anything clearly yet, and a tiny pair of Converse." Lewis took a deep breath, smiling at the memory. "I swear, it was like the world stopped for a moment. I just stared at it all and couldn't say anything. My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to explode."

Y/n felt a tear of happiness and nostalgia run down her face and quickly wiped it away, smiling.

"That day was one of the best days of my life," she said. "Our wedding, the days I found out I was pregnant, and the days the girls were born... Those are my favorite days."

Lewis didn’t say anything, he just leaned in and kissed her. It was a slow kiss, full of affection. Their lips moved gently, as if they were reliving every moment together.

Lewis held her face gently, deepening the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away a little.

"The day of Marie's birth..." He sighed. Y/n raised her eyebrows. "I was so nervous that it felt like everything went by in slow motion and at the same time."

Marie's labor lasted 20 long hours. The first contractions began in the morning when she was in the Mercedes garage ready to watch the Silverstone GP. They were mild, but they became more intense as time went by. By the time they arrived at the hospital, Yin was already in unbearable pain. Lewis left the race immediately and stayed by her side the entire time, holding her hand and whispering words of encouragement.

At times, Y/n could only say that she wanted her mother. And Lewis, respecting that, called his mother-in-law to come into the delivery room. But as the hours dragged on, Y/n asked him to come back to her side. Her mother held one of her hands, while Lewis held the other, trying to distract her, but the pain and fatigue were overwhelming. At one point, she just cried in frustration, while he and her mother stroked her sweat-soaked hair.

Until, after hours and hours, Marie was finally born. So small, with so much hair and a loud cry that filled the entire room.

Y/n smiled at the memory and looked at Lewis. "I would do it all over again to have our Marie in my arms."

Lewis smiled and nodded in agreement.

"But Pietra was a little more hasty." Y/n commented. "When I had the first contraction, my water broke right after. Within two hours, we already had her in our arms."

"That girl was in a hurry to even be born!" Lewis laughed.

Y/n laughed together.

"And yet, the pain was terrifying..."

"But you'd do it all over again." Lewis added.

"Yes!" Y/n sighed, smiling. "I would do it all over again, to have our youngest in my arms too."

Lewis smiled and lay down on his side, facing Y/n. He watched her with evident love in his eyes, as if he was recording every detail of her face in his memory. But suddenly, his smile faltered.

Y/n noticed right away and frowned, bringing a hand to her husband's cheek.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly.

Lewis hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh. "As much as I remember so many good things... There is one memory that haunts me sometimes."

Y/n didn't ask, just waited.

"That big fight we had..." He continued, "When we argued about who spent more time at work than with their family... And we were separated for three weeks."

Y/n felt her chest tighten.

"What hurt the most..." Lewis continued. "Was when you said that if you were going to take the girls to the race, you weren't going to take anyone else. At that moment, I thought you were asking for a divorce."

Y/n sighed heavily and looked away.

"But then I understood," Lewis continued. "That you didn't really want to be separated. You were scared... and you were fighting to win our family back..."

Y/n's eyes watered, and before she knew it, a few tears fell.

"I thought I lost everything." she murmured, her voice breaking.

Lewis quickly sat up a little and wiped her tears with his thumbs. "Hey, no need to cry, love." He kissed her forehead tenderly. "We've worked it out. That's in the past."

Y/n nodded, but allowed herself to cry a little in his embrace, tightening her arms around his torso.

"I don't want to lose you." She whispered. "Neither do the girls..."

Lewis wrapped his arms around her tighter. "You'll never lose us. I'm not going anywhere without you, and you won't lose any of us either."

They remained embraced in silence, while Y/n stopped sobbing and snuggled closer into his arms. Lewis gently caressed her hair, and then, in a lighter tone, murmured:

"You know what we don't talk about anymore? My retirement..."

Y/n just mumbled a "Yeah..." Before clearing her throat and turning to face him. "Are you sure? Have you thought about it?" She asked.

Lewis nodded.

"I would like to stay at Ferrari for one or two more seasons and then retire. I want to focus more on the other projects I have. And spend more time with you and the girls, I feel like sometimes I'm missing out on their growth..."

Y/n smiled. "Well... the girls and I will support you in any decision."

"Even if I say dinner is going to be ice cream and gummy bears?" Lewis smiled back.

Y/n laughed out loud and shook her head.

"It's brave of you to want to give this suggestion to a mother of two children and a doctor on top of that."

Lewis laughed and pulled his wife into a hug again. Y/n snuggled into his chest and stared at the wall in front of them. Silence returned, but it was a comfortable silence.

After a few minutes, Lewis smiled. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

"Of course I remember. You were still at McLaren." Y/n let out a small smile.

Lewis smiled nostalgically.

"I had just graduated and was working with the medical team at that GP while I couldn't get a steady job in the field I wanted." Y/n added.

"It was definitely love at first sight." Lewis commented, and Y/n smiled even wider.

"Definitely!"

It was a sunny day, with the typical European summer heat hanging in the air. During one of the free practice sessions, Lewis had a minor incident on the track, nothing serious, but McLaren insisted that he go to the medical center to be evaluated. It was there that he met Y/n.

She was professional, caring, and attentive, but what caught his attention most was the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about medicine. They spent so much time talking in that room that Lewis didn’t even realize he was almost late for his next training session. At the end of the day, he returned to the medical center, this time without apology, just to get her phone number.

"Our story seems to have come out of a fantasy romance book." Y/n sighed with a nostalgic smile.

"And the girls feel the same way. They're always asking me to tell them how I met Mom before they go to sleep."

"Really?" Y/n turned to him with a surprised smile.

He laughed and nodded.

"And the funniest thing is that, when I tell her, Pietra always wants to add something. One time, she said that I had wings and you were a princess that I rescued from a castle.

Y/n laughed out loud.

"That girl has quite an imagination."

"Tell me about it." Lewis agreed, laughing.

Y/n was still smiling as she sighed and murmured, with a loving tone: "But she's so special... so creative, smart and full of life. I love the way our youngest is."

"She's an electric but sweet girl." Lewis smiled and added, "Marie is amazing too. So caring, so sweet... And smart like Mommy."

"We are the parents of two beautiful, bright little girls!" Y/n smiles.

Lewis kisses his wife's cheek and smiles, stroking her strands of hair.

"The most incredible!!"

Silence fell between them again. But this time, it wasn’t just comfort or nostalgia. It was a silence filled with something deeper, a thought Lewis had been harboring for some time but had never known how to put into words.

He felt his heart beat a little faster, not knowing what answer he would hear. Yes? No?

Then he finally asked, "Do you want to have another child?"

The question came out low, almost like a whisper in the middle of the night. Y/n blinked slowly and turned her head to look at him, but didn't answer right away.

Lewis took a deep breath before continuing.

"I've been watching you for a few weeks now... Sometimes I catch you staring at a fixed point, lost in thought. The same look you give when we're traveling and you miss something, but you don't know exactly what."

Y/n sighed, and a lone tear ran down her face.

"I don't know..." She murmured, wiping the tear away with her fingertips. "I feel so fulfilled with you, the girls, my office... But sometimes I feel like something's missing, you know? And I can't put my finger on it."

"I understand perfectly what you mean." Lewis smiled softly and stroked her face with his thumb.

Y/n closed her eyes for a second, enjoying her husband's touch, before whispering: "I miss something I don't have, Lew... And yes, sometimes I think about having another child and that maybe that's what's missing. But I don't know..." She opened her eyes and met Lewis's. "What about you? Do you want another baby?"

Lewis smiled, but this time his eyes shone differently.

"Yes. I do." he confessed, his voice full of tenderness. "I love being a father. I love our family, and I always thought that if we had another child, he or she would be loved as much as the girls. I don't know... I just think we still have more love to give."

Y/n smiled, feeling a warmth take over her chest. She leaned against him, snuggling against his strong chest, feeling her eyes heavy with sleep.

"Then let's let time decide," she murmured. "If we're going to have another baby, that's fine. We already love him, even without knowing him yet. But if God allows us to keep only our two girls, that's fine too. Because... You already complete me."

Lewis kissed the top of her head and hugged her tightly.

"Whatever His plan is for us, I know it will be perfect. As long as I have you and the girls with me, nothing else matters."

Y/n smiled, feeling her heart warmed by those words. The pilot sighed and kissed her cheek, before sliding his fingers through her hair slowly and delicately.

The two of them stood there, lost in their silent thoughts. There was nothing left to say. Only to feel. Only to wait. Because maybe, just maybe, someone else was destined to be part of the adventure that was the Hamilton family.

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KEIKO AND WONBIN CUTE MOMENTS . . .

↺ |◁ II ▷| ♡ | intro. another compilation of wonko cute moments 💕

𓈃⠀⠀🎞️ ๋ clip one — keiko japan vlog⠀⠀峠

during one of their breaks keiko went to japan to see her grandmother and wonbin came along .

“we’re in yokohama today.” keiko said walking along the road , the boy walking beside her. “we’re here to see keikos grandmother.” the boy smiled at the camera. “i got some free time and i wanted to see my grandmother , so i bought wonbin along.” the girl put her face close to the camera. “don’t tell him this , she’s his favorite.” the boy smiled , hearing her . “of course i am , why wouldn’t i be.” she rolled her eyes. “she loves his long hair , he cut it though.” she reached up running her fingers through his hair. “will she still love it?” his hand engulfing hers , she nodded. “you’re handsome , she’ll love you regardless.”

*at her grandmothers house* “ah ! what a surprise” her grandmother let the two into the house. “he’s so handsome.” the boy gush bashfully. “thank you.” her grandmother tapped his cheeks. “such a polite young man.” keiko laughed , hugging the older woman. “grandma , you’re ruining his image.” she said. “i will stop for now , come sit and eat.” she guided you back to the eating area. “are you guys staying ?” she filled the table with different foods. “only for the day , we leave tomorrow.” keiko said , wonbin peeling the shrimp , putting it on her plate. “will you go visit the ramen shop your grandfather took me to on our first date , i think you two should go.” keiko blushed , covering her face. “grandma.” she whined. “you can’t say that.” she stressed. “what , it’s a cute date stop.” the girl was stressed , wonbin laughed feeding into the ladies antics. “we’ll go before we leave tomorrow.” keiko slapped his arm , he laughed , placing another shrimp in her plate. “it will be fun no? let’s go okay.”

𓈃⠀⠀🎞️ ๋ clip two — compilation ⠀⠀峠

a compilation of the everyone trying to do damage wonko control and wonbin not giving a fck …

“look at this photo of keiko” wonbin showed anton the photo he took of you in his phone; anton looked at the camera signaling that they were in fact live. “where’d you take this.” he said , pushing the phone up so the camera didn’t pick it up. “japan.” he smiled at the picture , turning the phone to the camera , anton snatched his phone out of his hand before he could show. “don’t show that.” the soft spoken boy turned the phone off smiling. “it’s fine , she’s decent.” anton rubbed his temples. “yah , why wouldn’t she be decent? guys ignore him , he’s crazy today.” wonbin shrugged smiling down at the picture of her.

“what are you doing?” shotaro asked the girl. “oh i downloaded a dress up game on my switch.” she said showing him. “it was 20 dollars.” shotaro tried to justify that price in his head as wonbin came over. “im tired.” he said , laying down on the couch , putting his head on her thighs. “go to sleep.” she raked her fingers through his hair , he smiled up at her , it was cute — shotaro on the other hand , quickly sat up so the camera couldn’t see them , keiko laughed at how fast he moved. he giggled , standing up to find somewhere else to film. “ah stress.” he said through a smile.

“come here.” wonbin beckoned the girl over. “no im upset with you right now.” he smiled at the stubborn girl. “i said i was sorry , why can’t you forgive me.” she ignored him. “you’re being stubborn.” he stood up , walking over to her. “no don’t.” he was already laying on top of her. “get off of me.” she huffed. “say your forgive me.” he said . “i’ll get you a new charger i promise.” he said wrapping his arms around her. “I’ll order one as soon as i can.” he pouted. “please forgot me.” *caption in video: friends making up quickly* even the camera had to cut to the next clip.

𓈃⠀⠀🎞️ ๋ clip three — rise & realize⠀峠

“we’re practicing for our dance collab.” she pointed the camera to the boy who was dancing his part with the choreographer. “he looks so serious.” he turned his head to her. “don’t look so serious , it’s a happy dance.” she did a smile motion with her hand. “smile.” he stuck his tongue out at the girl. “i didn’t say do that.” she laughed , he walked over to the girl sitting down next to her , flipping the camera.

he laid his head on her shoulder , intertwining their hands. “she got the dance down so fast because she choreographed it.” he said , his eyes closed. “i told you let’s do it together and what did you say?” she said , he smiled. “don’t try and act cute , what did you say?” she giggled , tapping his cheek. “i said you do it better.” he said. “but i wasn’t lying , you do but it’s hard.” he said , his head still on his shoulder , she smiled into the camera lovingly. “it’s okay binnie-ah , take a rest.” she fixed his hair , moving a piece of hair out his face. “you did well for today.”

𓈃⠀⠀🎞️ ๋ clip four — compilation⠀⠀峠

keiko being just as down bad for wonbin than he is.

“i had a schedule today it was fun.” keiko said , looking at her nails. “i got my nails done too.” she smiled , showing the camera. “i got a bunch of jewels , i think one came off earlier but it’s okay.” she said , someone knocking on the door , slowly opening it. “im live.” she looked up. “oh it’s you.” she smiled up at wonbin. “come.” she called him over. “im on my way to a schedule.” she frowned , grabbing his hand. “let’s do one later okay ? did you get your nails done?” she nodded, his hand brushing over her knuckles. “they look nice.” she smiled. “I have to go okay?” he waved to the camera. “i’ll see you later .” she waved as he left , she was still smiling , turning back to the camera , cheeks still a little red.

“and look who we have here.” wonbin aimed the camera up at the girl who was currently putting different color barrettes and pins in his hair. “hi keiko.” he giggled as she smiled. “hi binnie.” she said , wrapping her arms around him. “did you make me look pretty?” he asked , she nodded. “mhm.” she said , resting her chin on her head. “can i go on stage like this tomorrow?” she nodded. “wear it just like this , i’ll tell the hair stylist to do it.” she pinched his cheeks. “cute.” she said to herself.

𓈃⠀⠀🎞️ ๋ clip five — wonko live⠀⠀峠

keiko interrupting wonbins live but he doesn’t care

wonbin sat on the couch , stringing along on his guitar — when he heard a familiar knock pattern , he immediately smiled. “it’s keiko” he said full of joy ; the door opening up. “the camera is on.” he called her over , patting the seat next to her. “sit down.” she sat down , smiling putting her knees up to her chest. “i went to the store today with sohee and i got these.” she said showing her fake tattoos. “i thought they would be cool.” wonbin smiled to himself while she talked , stringing his . “i have my own , but these are so cool.” she then went on to tell the camera every single thing she got that day while shopping. “do you want to see?” the boy nodded , she got up. “i’ll be back.”

he waited for her to close the door before he turned to the camera. “isn’t she so cute?” he smiled. “she talks a lot but i like to listen.” he strung the strings of the instrument. “she buys unnecessary things too , but it’s okay if it makes her happy.” he heard her skipping down the hall. “as long as she’s happy that all the matters.”

©️MAZEOFYENI

[sevikaslatinawife]

Hey so I was wondering if you could do like a Sevika X Ambessa in a love triangle with a blue monarch chubby darkskin fairy….idk how to make it make sense 😭😭 I love your writing btw 💕👏🏽🤏🏽

Aw, I’m so glad you like my writing! ^^ I tried my best here, so please lmk if this is what you meant or I completely fucked up!

Also in my mind fairies = wings but like…idk man. Just let me know what you think.

Blue-Tinted Beauty

Warnings: f!reader, afab!reader, reader is described as dark skinned, chubby reader, kissing, love triangle, brief mention of sex

You were like a vision. Plump thighs, deep curves, soft face and body. Tight curls ran down your shoulders, falling perfectly between your still, blue wings. Your eyes are perked and pointy, eyes a bright blue to match the color of your wings.

Down here, you were a light. Your dark, smooth skin a beautiful contrast between the blue of your eyes and wings.

And that light attracted two very prominent women.

Ambessa and Sevika.

They seem to tolerate each other for your sake. However, in the bedroom, they synced up to bring you the most pleasurable experiences.

“Hello, little one,” You hear Ambessa’s voice before you see her. Too enraptured in thinking of the woman to notice you had made it to your house.

Your ears twitch and you look up to see her. All muscle and purposeful walk, a gleam in her eyes once you notice her.

“Ambessa,” You breathe, smiling when she tilts your chin back with a hook of her finger and presses a kiss against your lips.

You lean up to kiss her, feeling how she parts your lips with her own. You hum as her fingers find your sides, sinking into softness and warmth of your skin. Your arms find her strong neck to wrap around, to hold as she licks into your mouth slowly.

“Well, hello to you, too,” a low, rumbling voice speaks, the harsh thudding of boots following.

You immediately know it’s Sevika, as her cold, metal fingers trace down the middle of your back. You whine into Ambessa’s mouth in turn, shivering. The spot is always sensitive, especially at the base of your wings.

“Cute fairy,” Sevika mumbles and kisses the crown of your head.

You pull back from Ambessa’s mouth to smile up at Sevika. The woman cups your face in her hand and leans down to kiss you, tongue hurriedly pushing your lips open.

Your head reels. Ambessa tastes of expensive wine and fruits, Sevika tastes of hard liquor and tobacco. The contrasts between them makes you dizzy and your wings to flutter in excitement.

“Always so eager,” Sevika growls playfully into your ear. Ambessa turns you slightly in her hold to lean into your other ear and kiss the point of it.

“Such a pretty girl,” Ambessa mumbles, pushing your curls from your shoulder to kiss the juncture between your shoulder and neck.

“Our pretty girl,” Sevika corrects.

“Yours, both of yours,” You breathe as Ambessa kisses you again while Sevika nips your jaw and shoulder.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

It’s so short I’m so sorry! I didn’t know if you wanted fluff or more 😫✨

[hyunjuenthusiast]

Can you do a serial killer jaejun x fem reader fic?👀

Okay wait because this is such a good idea! Also stay tuned because I have so many requests that I'm writing for rn!

HI, BABY.

Summary: Y/n thought she had finally gotten away from her stalker, that she had finally found someone to spend the rest of her life with. When her and her boyfriend come home from a party, someone is waiting for them.

Pairing: Serialkiller!Jae-jun x femreader!

Warnings: Yandere tendencies, obsession, stalking, murder, implied kidnapping, violence, and use of a firearm.

Y/n and her boyfriend Elliott laugh as they unlock their front door. They had just attended his company's annual Christmas dinner party. Y/n kicks off her heels as soon as she steps foot inside.

Her boyfriend was a few feet ahaid of her, walking to their living room. He froze in his tracks, making Y/n give him a questioning glance.

She walks up behind him, stilling as she sees the reason for his shock.

Jae-Jun sat on their couch, the end of his gun pointed at them, his gaze was solely settled on Y/n. It had been years since he saw her. Years. She had grown more beautiful in the time that they were apart.

"Hi, baby." He said softly. As if he didn't break into their house, as if he didn't have a gun pointed at them, threatening their very lives.

Elliott shifts Y/n more behind him, making Jae-Jun chuckle. "It's been a while." He says softly. Y/n feels her body tense further.

"T-Two years." She whispers. She can see Jae-Jun's eyes harden, the vain in his neck more prominent.

"Two years, two hundred and seventy four days, thirty nine minutes, and six seconds." He says as his grip on his gun gets tighter. "But who's counting?" He chuckles bitterly.

"Almost three years of playing this cat and mouse game. I've had to go almost three years without seeing you, Y/n." As he says this, Elliott's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Oh, that's right. How forgetful of me, I apologize. It's Celeste now, right?" Y/n almost trembles, gripping Elliott's hand.

Jae-Jun sees it, making a rather cruel smirk appear on his face. "That's the name you chose to hide yourself, isn't, baby?" He chuckles once more. "Celeste. That's such a downgrade from the real you, Y/n. Doesn't quite have the same ring to it."

Elliott goes to speak up, but Jae-Jun shifts the gun to point at only him. "I don't recall speaking to you. Please don't be rude and inturupt our reunion." Jae-Jun says.

His gaze returns to Y/n, noticing how she grips onto Elliott's arm, and his grip on the gun tightens. "So...Celeste." Jae-Hun says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Tell me. How long have you and-" he stops to look Elliott up and down, his eyes holding disgust. "This. Been together?"

She says nothing. Not wanting to play into his sick mind games. Jae-Jun's gaze sharpens. "Do I have to remind you what happens when I'm ignored?" He asks. Y/n tenses.

"A year. W-We've been together for a year." She whispers. Jae-Jun smirks, but his eyes are sharp. "A year." He says. "How cute." His voice lowering.

His gaze returns to Elliott. "You have excellent taste." He says, looking back to Y/n. "But I'm afraid I'm not one to share." He says, raising the gun a little, ready to pull the trigger.

"No!" Y/n shouts, scrambling to stand in front of Elliott. Jae-Jun gives her an annoyed glare. "Bullets hurt baby, do you really want one between those two perfect doe eyes?"

This wasn't the first time Jae-Jun had pointed a gun at her, and it probably wouldn't be the last. But it still scared Y/n. Every. Single. Time.

"Don't hurt him." Y/n says, her eyes welling with tears. Jae-Jun sighs. "Okay."

Y/n looks at him confused. He even lowers the gun. She let's out a sigh of relief, turning to face Elliott and jumping as she heard the loud pop.

A gunshot.

Looking up, Y/n stills, like everything was in slow motion.

The bullet was lodged in Elliott's forehead.

Y/n let's out a blood curdling scream as Elliott's now lifeless body falls to the floor.

Before she can fall to the floor with him, Jae-Jun gently grips her arm. "He didn't feel a thing, Baby. Just like you asked." He whispers.

She feels the hair on the back of her neck stand up as he gently rests the tip of the gun to the back of her head.

He leans in close, and she can feel his breath on her ear as he whispers...

"The car is waiting for us outside."

I know this is short ✋🏻😭 but what did we think?! I'm working on more for him and Hyun-ju!

[x22817]

Beautiful bastard knows when she's expected to be good.

We had a hiccup during our afternoon walk. But, we went to our grocery store to train (legit 10min) and she was perfect. We walked past people with no problems or anything.

After we did our little session, we went to my friends house to train and clean. Side note: This friend is the trainer I used to apprentice, but we had some mix ups, and I needed to set boundaries. Now we are good. Anyway, she just moved and I like to clean and organize so we made a deal. I could help her move into the new house if she would help me work with Hek. She has two dogs and a cat, but more importantly, she has two young kids.

So! Hek got to work on her settle with LOTS of distractions for about 3 hours while we cleaned. This bitch whined like I haven't heard her whine in years. Yes, she got up plenty of times, and each time, I just brought her right back to her spot. By the time I was ready to go, Hek was laying quietly, with her head down. It took about two hours. I could go into any room of the house and she would stay there not making a peep. Yes, I did go through a whole pouch of treats rewarding her as soon as she stopped whining, and then when she stopped getting up from her place.

I do want to note that this settling is something Hek used to be a master at. She grew up on a college campus with me. I honestly did probably start bringing her to class too early. But, she did really well and proved to love it. I was a Zoology and Biology major. This meant lots of labs where she needed to be in a down stay on the other side of the room while I worked. Sometimes it was with chemicals. Many times it was with animals (lots of rats, fish, amphibians, birds). There were even times when we would go out in the field and she needed to be in a prolonged down stay for various reasons (primarily bird catching). I could tell her to go to bed at any point in time and I didn't ever have to think twice about it because I had so much confidence in her ability to go and stay until I told her otherwise.

What we did today should not have been a big deal.

I am mostly excited about the help we got with "hold." I have always struggled with getting Hek to put her mouth on anything. She didn't care about toys at all until a couple of years ago. It's still very touch and go. It took about 45 minutes to get Hek to finally put her teeth on an empty Root Beer bottle! We had to put treats in it and cover it in peanut butter, but after about 10 minutes, she finally bit it!

I fuckin LOVE having a trainer friend. I am SO grateful she likes to do stuff like this. She supported us the whole time and was very understanding of how the trip went and thus Hek's behavior. This is the woman who evaluated us for our CGC, CGCU, and said we would pass the CGCA with flying colors, but we didn't have the paperwork.

[skinreflectsthesun]

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[genekies]

tag vent

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

why does everything have to be a hecking issue with my sister

[the-amber-droid-dreams]

[ID: A priest in a confession booth looking shocked]

[inbabylontheywept]

the house i grew up in was a little bit of a fixer upper. for the first 19 years, my dad just sort of slowly fixed it, but pretty early on in college, he came into a large amount of cash and decided to just do the whole thing at once. so he rented a different house for like, 2 months that was just a block down from us, and then got a bunch of contractors to fix original house ASAP. it was kind of crazy, but it compressed many years of work into like, three months.

the sitting in a new house for three months was actually pretty fun. and i shouldnt really complain at all (staying at home while in college is a sweet deal)

but.

but. my parents are fairly hard of hearing, and their bedroom in the old house was in the furthest possible annex from everyone else. wheras in the rental it was just in the middle of the house. so without going into details, i was extremely aware that my parents were having sex like, eight times a day. my dad had just retired and i guess they were celebrating, which is great i guess, having parents that really like each other is way better than the alternative, but also, it did make me envy their deafness. i kept headphones on for so long that year i got literal ear calluses.

at the same time, the house my buddy from the shoe incident grew up in flooded. turbo flooded. they burst like, two pipes at once and the damage was so severe they had to redo all the flooring and all the drywall. his family actually had homeowners insurance, which is either incredible or suspicious for a family that used the drained pool in their backyard to store rusty scrap metal. so insurance was handling the work, but in the meantime, they were crammed into a very small hotel room space. we did the math on it then, it averaged about 80 square feet a person.

so one day i got home, and i was chilling, and then six rolled around, and apparently six o'clock was sex o'clock because my parents decided to flex their cardio. i grabbed my headphones and prayed that god would do for me what he did for beethoven, but that failed to work, and then seven rolled around and my parents were still at it, which again, very impressive, but was pushing me to swap out judas for mozart in those prayers. there's a definitive point where you stop praying to be deaf and instead pray that god could take you to a nice field and pop you like a gore-balloon.

i was about five minutes away from that point when my friend called me and basically said i have been stuck in a 500 square foot space with 6 people and i didn't have many marbles to start but what few i had are gone. please. if we are friends, if we were ever friends, take me out of here just for a moment.

and i was still pretty mad at him, but i had pity on the poor guy. also helped that i was desperate to leave the house. so i drove the chickenshitmobile to the hotel and i picked him up, and then we did our normal hangout activity, which was go to food city and buy produce. his normal house was, on a good day, nasty, and his backyard was, as i stated before, mostly used to store mosquito larvae and rusty metal, so what we'd always done before was just walk to the grocery store a half block away and leer at vegetables.

so we did that and it was like old times again. they had some radishes that were expired, so i could buy like, literally an entire grocery bag of them for about $5. so i did. i really like radishes. he got a coconut because he liked fruit and beating things with hammers.

which probably would've been great except we didn't have a hammer, so instead we spent about 30 minutes stomping itike it owed us money. when it finally cracked we cheered like we just got the winning touchball at the superdome and then he ate some of the flesh, and i ate some of the radishes, and we admired the black, starless sky of the city before i took him back to his hotel room.

and then we got pulled over.

i forgot to turn my lights on because the street all around the food city was ludicrously well lit. so it went from being pretty bright, to pretty bright and flashy, then i pulled into a parking lot and a cop came to ask us for IDs which is where everything went to shit:

i’d forgotten my license at home. 

the cop was was actually kind of chill about it - he said he could get by with just an address. except i did not know my address. i hadn't memorized the new one yet. so i told the cop, my house is getting remodeled, i don't know my address right now. and then he went to my friend, and my friend said the exact same thing. house getting remodeled, staying somewhere else, no address, sowwwwwwy.

now the cop genuinely didn't know what to do. he went back to his car, and i was stressed that i was about to get into HUGE trouble so i started eating the radishes and my buddy started eating more of his coconut, and we actually managed to eat like a quarter of both before the cop came back. we ate enough produce that he could smell something weird in the air, and he asked what the smell was, and i said radishes, and my buddy said coconut, and the cop said which, and then we produced a large bag of droopy radishes and an absolutely brutalized coconut, and the cop was just like

so my buddy tried explaining how he was sharing a 500 square foot apartment with 6 people and wanted a fruit he could fight with power tools, and i tried explaining how i'd actually tried buying my parents like, board games and puzzles and stuff but nothing worked - the only thing my parents seemed to like doing right now was each other, and we both went on long enough and pathetically enough that the cop eventually went:

ok. stop.

and we stopped.

and he said do you know why i pulled you over?

and i said, because of my headlights, and my friend (who is hispanic) and the cop both looked at me like like i was the dumbest person in the entire world. and then the cop said no. that's why i'm allowed to pull you over. i checked your car because this neighborhood has a terrible sex trafficking problem, and i pull over every car i can to make sure no one is buying or selling sex. and you two are obviously doing neither. now i could give you, like, four tickets right now, but that would do nothing to make this area safer, so just turn your lights on, go home, drive safe, and try to be less stupid in the future.

and i said okay but i was thinking, you know, damn, this is just how i live man, i don't have a hidden third gear i can shift into. people can't just get smarter because it would be convenient. it's always convenient to be smart. i am literally trying my best.

but i didn't say anything because i was, slowly, learning how to filter what i said. instead i nodded and the cop left then i dropped my buddy off, and the last thing he said was said he owed me for responding to his SOS. I said he owed me for a lot of things, and he agreed that was true. then i drove home with my lights on, 5 under the speed limit, and arrived to a peaceful quiet home. I could’ve wept with relief but instead I went to bed.

the relief was short lived. i was woken up at 6 am by my parents. i swore, and then i prayed, and when i did not explode, i swore again. then i got up to make breakfast before my first class.

[makotoscoffee]

had another nightmare about Art the Clown😔

[inkskinned]

i think a lot about exactly 1 thing from the roman empire: the concept of bread and circus. the idea was that if your population was fed and entertained, they wouldn't revolt. you are asking us to give up our one small life, is the thing - for under 15 dollars an hour.

what would that buy, even. i am trading weekends and late nights and my back health. i am trading slow mornings and long walks and cortisol levels. i am trading sleep and silence and peace. for ... this. for what barely-covers-rent.

life really is more expensive right now. you aren't making that up. i make almost 3 times what i did 5 years ago, and despite an incredibly equal series of bills - i am still struggling. the most expensive line item i added was to own a dog. the money is just evaporating.

we were okay with it because it's a cost-benefit analysis. i could handle the customer harassment and standing all day and the manager's constantly changing temperament - i was coming home to hope, and my life planned in a blue envelope. three hours would buy me my dog's food for a month. i can give up three hours for him, for his shiny coat and wide, happy mouth. three days could be a new mattress, if i was thrifty. if i really scrimped and saved, we could maybe afford a trip into the city.

recently i cried in the car about the price of groceries.

business majors will be mad at me, but my most inflammatory opinion is that people should never be valued at the same place as products. your staff should not be a series of numbers in an excel sheet that you can just "replace" whenever you need something at that moment. your staff should be people, end of sentence.

it feels like someone somewhere is playing a very bad video game. like my life is a toy. like someone opened an app on their phone and hired me in diner dash ultra. they don't need to pay me well or treat me alright - they can always just show me the door. there is always someone more desperate, always someone more willing.

but i go to work and know i could save for years and not afford housing. i am never going to own my own home, most likely. i have no idea how to afford her ring, much less the wedding. my dog doesn't have his own yard. everything i love is on subscription. if i lose my job, i have no "nest egg" to catch my falling.

this thin life - they want me to give up summer for it. to open my mouth and throat and swallow the horrible hours and counted keystrokes. they want me to give up mountains and any non-federal holiday. to give up snow days. to give up talking to my mom whenever i want. to give up visiting the ocean and hearing the waves.

bread and circus worked for a while, actually. it was the kind of plan that would probably now be denounced by republicans as socialist commie liberal pronoun bullshit.

but sometimes i wonder if we should point them to the part of the history book that says: it worked until it didn't.

[iannmin]

Yuletide High | c.cs 최승철

tags + warnings ⋆ fluffy smut, bigger!husband!seungcheol x small!reader, implied size kink, breeding kink (extreme), creampie, dirty talk, manhandling, praise kink, intentional lowercase

synopsis ⋆ under the half done christmas tree, complications occur as cheol can’t quite seem to hold back his wishes <3

୨୧ ‘ masterlist ‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ⁺₊❅⋆

you should have found it ridiculous or even funny at the situation both of you were in…no, really. if anyone had walked in on the both of you in the living room, it would be an absolutely disaster.

somewhere between hanging up the christmas ornaments on the fresh pine tree and exchanging wishes for the new year, everything went completely amiss.

you didn’t know that one phrase could have so much impact on your poor husband. but it did anyways. a simple “lets try for a baby” had cheol instantly folding, index and middle finger fumbling and tugging at the hem of your underwear and matching cotton plaid pants, hastily pulling them down your plush thighs even though you were practically kneeling doggy-styled in front of the half-done christmas tree. but for cheol, he seemed even more in a hurry.

not even bothering to remove the santa hat on his head, his plaid pants dropped and pooled near his knees, cock springing and hitting against his abdomen.

“oh my god cheol! n-not here, too exposed”

“fuck, but isn’t this the perfect place to get you all knocked up, hm? our baby will be made right under this lovely christmas tree. gonna be s’full of our love” and with that, his huge calloused fingers were digging into the flesh of your hips, slowly easing his cock into your heat. no matter how many times the both of you did it, your husband never failed to stretch your hole.

“f-fuckk! cheol, feels s’good, fuck me…please”

“yeah you like that baby? nggh..gonna be the best christmas gift I’ve ever had…oh god” every drag of cheol’s cock came away stained in white. a ring of the combined cum circling the base, balls sticking to your clit with every thrust. you were practically ascending into heaven.

his grip on your hips tightened, one arm snaking around the front of your small waist to find your clit, rubbing at it rapidly sideways. at this point, your thighs were shaking involuntarily, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks at the immense pleasure, and lips spewing a continuous lewd chant of his name.

his cock slammed and abused your sopping cunt continuously, producing a thunderous rhythm of skin-slapping sounds echoing in contrast to the peaceful and cozy christmas atmosphere that the living room emitted. but regardless, it was all a symphony of music to him.

your arms had given up, heated cheeks dropping to meet the cool marble floor while he pounded into you.

you were close.

“hnngh…n-no! c-cheol gonna..f-fuck…gonna cum!”

“oh god! s-shit, gonna cum too baby. gonna be such a pretty mommy for me? let me put one in you, hm? belly all round and swollen..tits full of milk…hnngh..can’t believe m’doin this to you, fuck-“

as promised, both of your high came crashing down as he pressed his cum right into you, right where he knows it’ll reach your womb and give you just what the both of you had wanted.

it’s absolutely hot and thick against your gummy walls. he held you through it, taking your hips in kneading hands to hold you still, making sure that you absolutely took it. and when you think he’s done, he rolled his hips up into you to shoot more ribbons, grinding harder against your ass. by the time you both were done, the santa hat had nearly slipped off his head, barely clinging on, but it didn’t matter much anyways.

“merry christmas baby, christmas next year will be a lot less lonely with one more in the house <3”

[yourplayersaidwhat]

My minstrel, Lark, is a 51-year-old woman whose backstory is that she did the whole get-married-have-kids thing and now all the kids are grown and out of the house she is off to see the world and have a good time. I chose her skills and attributes accordingly, and her main role to date has been party healer, cook, and Face for dealing with the locals. Today we have defeated the BBEG in our first dungeon, but at great cost - only the two fighters are still standing, and Lark has lost a finger! Fortunately she had a healing potion on her, which one of the fighters got down her, bringing her up to where she could heal everybody else enough to walk out of the dungeon on their own power. At that point I said: "Okay, somebody collect the head and we'll go back -"

Archer, who took no damage at all in the boss fight due to standing out of range to shoot: "What? No, hang on, there's doors we haven't opened yet -"

Lark: And they'll still be there tomorrow but today we are going straight back to camp. (I pick up dice.) OOC: I'm using the Mom Voice.

Archer: Oh, back to camp! I thought you meant back to town. No, if we're coming back down tomorrow to make sure we've cleaned it out that's fine.

GM: Yeah, backpedal fast, before she uses Power Word: Middle Name.