#mommy ... mama a girl behind u

[ednashtn]

mama a girl behind u

[chrissv4mp]

𐙚 HIT ME HARD (AND SOFT)

summary: i don't wanna write a summary sooo this is basically js filthy smut🤷‍♀️

pairing: billie eilish × fem!reader

warnings + topics: smuttttt literally pure filth, restraints, mentions of edging, strap-on usage, degradation, praise, hair pulling, begging, dom!billie, sub!reader, fingering, mommy kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation if u squint, very fluffy aftercare, etc.

authors note: idk man🙁 here's what goes on in my mind everyday!!

word count: 2.4k

"please, please, bils—ah!" a moan tumbled from your lips as you felt her fingers plunge into your sensitive pussy again, lower lip trembling as you let your head fall back against the pillows.

she only smiled sadistically, head tilting to the side as she watched you squirm in the restraints. her fingers curled, and she giggled softly at the way your body jolted. her eyes were dark, pupils dilated in lust.

you let out another moan, this one more high-pitched than the last as billie began to speed up her fingers. the squelching noise of your pussy was the only other sound in your shared bedroom besides soft breathing and breathy moans.

billies free hand went to caress your thigh, a failed attempt to get your leg to stop shaking uncontrollably. she was ecstatic that she was the cause of that, a proud smile on her face as she continued to pump her fingers into you. her thumb came to join, rubbing tight circles along your puffy clit and increasing your pleasure.

she hadn't spoken since she got home, simply kissing you and then harshly throwing you down onto the mattress. you didn't deny her, she always made you see stars when she was angry. and that's how you got here, legs and arms tied to the bed posts and your girlfriend between your legs, torturing you.

"stop moving so much, mama." the first words that came out of her mouth were demands, her grip on your thigh tightening. there would definitely be a bruise shaped like her hand in the morning, but you wouldn't complain.

you were sure the blindfold around your head was soaked in your tears now, having faced so many highs only for them to be taken away. billie was being mean, and that was the one thing you absolutely hated whenever she took her anger out on you.

a cry left your mouth, and you tugged at the restraints on your wrists, the coil in your stomach tightening. more begs came spilling from your red, swollen lips as your pussy clenched around her fingers.

"g'nna cum! mommy, fuck—m'gonna cum on your fingers..!" your back arched as billie added a third finger, thrusting them in at a merciless pace as she just continued to stare at your fucked-out state.

when she took your clit between her lips, you lost it, and another choked cry escaped your throat as you came. billie was quick to lap at your pussy, giving you a few more deep pumps with her fingers before she removed them.

she raised an eyebrow as she began to crawl up your body, placing her fingers right above your lips as hers parted, "open."

and you did, welcoming her fingers into your mouth happily before you wrapped your lips around them. your tongue worked quickly, sliding between her lengthy fingers as a satisfied hum left you.

her free hand snaked up your body, pinching your nipple and giggling at the way your body jolted upwards, back arching towards her touch before she wrapped her cold fingers around your throat.

"you look so pretty, all fucked-out and tired," the girl whispered, pressing a kiss to thr corner of your mouth before she pulled her fingers back, "but i think you can go another round, hm?"

billie only cooed at the way you whined lowly, hands tugging at the restraints once again. then, she reached up to grab the blindfold, sliding it off your head and throwing it somewhere behind her. you were met with the sight of your beautiful girlfriend, staring at you with lust and hunger as she pouted.

she knew you could never resist her when she gave you that look, so all you did was buck your hips up in silent agreement. billie chuckled again, not satisfied with the nonverbal answer you gave her, and she put pressure on your throat.

"use your words, or i'll edge you s'more. you wouldn't want that, would you, pretty girl?" she tilted her head in a daunting manner as she licked her lip, taking it between her teeth as her eyes roamed the upper half of your body, "you wanna cum around my cock, don't you, baby?"

tears stained your cheeks, and the way she was talking to you at moment only made more tears run down. you gave a nod of your head, sobbing quietly as you stuttered, "yes, yes, please. wanna cum 'round your cock, mommy!"

billie smiled, leaning down to press her lips against yours in a quick kiss before she crawled off you again. a rush of excitement and arousal ran through your body, your eyes following the girl as she went into the closet.

when she came back, an indigo colored cock was strapped around her waist, and now she was only wearing her lacy black bra. her tits still spilled from the top, and your eyes were glued to them.

"my eyes are up here, ma," billie chuckled lowly, crawling back onto the edge of the bed and up your body. one hand held her body up, and the other aligned the fake cock with your pussy, biting her lip as she thrusted in slowly.

she gasped quietly at the sight of your pussy swallowing her strap fully, and she looked up at you only to see more tears spilling from your eyes as you threw your head back against the soft pillows.

your mouth hung open as you let out quiet moans, adjusting to the feeling of being stretched out as she thrusted her hips slow but deep. billie only leaned down, hiding her face in the crook of your neck as she whispered degrading things to you.

"such a slut, so fuckin' needy for my cock," a breathy moan fell from her lips, and it went right to your ear. all you wanted was to touch her right now, have your hands dragging down her back or tangled in her black hair.

you wanted to do so much more than just lay there and take what she gave you. but you didn't because you didn't want to get punished, especially when billie was treating you so nicely. this was probably the nicest she's been while fucking you angrily.

you moaned louder when she began to fuck into you faster, the wet kisses she left on your mouth only further fueling your arousal as your eyes rolled back, "fuck, fuck! god, you're so fucking big, baby.."

she stayed quiet, whimpers falling out of her mouth as the base of the strap hit her clit, eyes fluttering shut as she began to nibble on the tender skin of your neck. her pace never slowed, only gradually getting faster as she heard all of your needy noises.

"gonna ruin you, mama—mhh.. m'gonna fuck you so hard." she wasn't asking, she was telling you that she would ruin you. and you knew very well that it was true, that she would leave you unable to walk for as long as a week.

marks would definitely be left on your wrists from how hard you pulled, the pleasure overwhelming but so fucking good. a cry of her name left your throat as she hit your sweet spot, begging her to not stop as she began to thrust deeper.

"right there, hm? that's it?" she hummed in your ear, a proud smirk on her face as she continued to mark up your neck.

you nodded frantically, hands clenching into fists as you bucked your hips, resulting in her strap only sinking deeper into your pussy, "don't stop, please—ah!—mommy, please.."

your pussy clenched around her cock, eyelids fluttering shut from the pleasure as her pace quickened. billie huffed, both hands on either side of your body as she gripped the sheets tightly.

her rhythm was getting sloppy, her own noises increasing in volume as she fully moaned into your ear now. her tone was whiny, needy, and she stuttered as she spoke.

"m'gonna cum, shit—oh my god, fuck!" she whimpered, body almost falling limp against you as she thrusted again, releasing immediately.

she didn't stop, though, almost overstimulating herself as she slammed the fake cock into you, eyes squeezing shut as those three words left your lips. your breath hitched, and then she heard your breathing pick up, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you cried out.

billie theusted into you a few more times before pulling out, leaving a trail of kisses down your body and pressing an opened-mouth kisses against your clit with a smile. she bit her lip at the sight of your teary-eyes, feeling her arousal pool down her thighs.

then, she moved to untie your ankles, and then your wrists before she spoke, "c'mere, mamas. js' one more f'me, 'kay?"

you didn't even hesitate, crawling to the edge of the bed and moving onto your stomach as you let your legs hang off the bed. billie hummed at your obedience, caressing the backs of your thighs affectionately before she parted your legs, quickly thrusting her hips forward and slamming her cock into you.

"bils, oh my god!" your hands immediately went to grab a handful of the sheets, already feeling like your arms would give out and you would just fall forward, "faster, mommy—please, please."

billies hand went to your waist, her grip possessive as she sped up her thrusts, the sound of skin slapping reverberating off the walls along with the sound of your moans. her free hand trailed up your back, her nails scratching you lightly before she grabbed a handful of your hair.

your moans were muffled as your head hung low, and billie pulled your head up, making your back arch more as another loud cry of pleasure left you, "look so pretty like this. so full of my cock, and too dumb too speak. all because of me, hm?"

all she heard from you was inaudible sentences and endless babbles as you nodded your head the best you could on her grip, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open as she fucked you mercilessly.

you wouldn't last long, and billie knew this, so all she did was try to get you to cum faster. her hips stuttered as you clenched around the fake cock, moaning again as she tugged at your h/c locks again. billie huffed as she leaned over your body, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as the hand on your waist moved to the bulge in your stomach.

"you feel that, hm? you're takin' my cock so well, mamas. you're so pretty," she whispered, pressing down on the bulge and eliciting a whimper from your kiss-swollen lips.

the way she was touching you, the way she was fucking you, even the way she spoke was enough to make you see stars. you clenched around her again, and when your arms gave out and you fell forward, you came. hard.

billie groaned as she heard your choked noises, eyes fluttering shut as her hips slowed to a stop. as she pulled out, you winced.

"shh, i know. js' relax, mhm?" her tone was soft, reassuring, and you nodded your head weakly as she pulled out slowly.

a few moments later, you heard the fake cock hit the floor, joining the pile of clothes from earlier, and then billie helped you into the bathroom.

her hands were gentle, fingers running across the exposed skin your waist affectionately as she kissed everywhere on your face she possibly could. as you both got to the bathroom, she moved to turn the tap, letting warn water flow into the tub and fill it up.

when it was full, she turned it off, took off all her remaining clothes, and then stepped in. soon after, you stepped in, resting against her chest as you let your head fall back against her shoulder. billie only hummed quietly, kissing your temple as she grabbed the rag to gently scrub your body.

she chuckled, watching as you jolted when she moved the rag down to your thighs, scrubbing lightly as she muttered praises into your ear, "did s'good, mamas, always my good girl."

your breathing evened out, and soon you relaxed against your girlfriend as you kissed her jawline, trailing lower and nibbling at her neck. billie only smiled, her thumbs tracing invisible circles along your waist, "i love you."

a gentle hum sounded from your throat, and you opened your eyes to meet her blue ones, "i love you, too, bils."

the both of you were whispering, and you didn't know why but it was comforting. you felt safe in her hold, like nothing could hurt you if you were with billie, "my pretty girl, all mine."

you giggled quietly at her possessiveness, hands running along her thighs under the water in a comforting manner. she pressed kisses to your forehead, loving the soft moment you two were sharing right now.

about 30 minutes later, you two were under a blanket in the living room, watching some horror documentary and adding your own commentary every now and then.

billie had ordered the both of you takeout, getting it delivered right to your doorstep and eating before coming here to sit on the couch. now you lay on billies chest again, eyes fluttering shut at the way she scratched your scalp.

your own hands were on the outsides of her thighs, resting there comfortably as you traced circles over the fabric of her pyjama pants. her free hand was on your cheek, caressing your skin softly with a smile as she looked down at your peaceful figure.

your eyes kept fluttering shut, only to be forced back open by yourself as you tried to pat attention to the TV screen in front of you.

"you tired, mamas?" billie hummed quietly, grabbing the remote to pause the documentary as you began to sit up and face her. you only nodded, a sleepy smile on your face as you rest your head on her shoulder.

a chuckled erupted from her throat, and she stroked your hair, "not right here. c'mon, it's just a few steps to our bed."

after a few minutes of convincing, she finally got you up and in the bedroom. you lay beside her, head resting in the crook of her neck as you breathed gently, hand wrapped around her waist and pulling her closer in your sleep.

one of hers hands stroked your hair, the other under your shirt and running her fingers along your skin. she smiled at your sleeping face, pressing a kiss to your forehead before closing her eyes and falling asleep in no more than 6 minutes.

@livialifesblog @mxqdii @mseilishmwah @sophlovesmeangirls @devynscomet

[mydearesthrry]

baby honey - h.s.

a/n: long time no talk! ive had this in my drafts for the longest but didnt know how to finish it. it has a bad ending anyway but its seriously been collecting dust. i missed u guys sorry i disappeared lol. enjoy!!!!

wc: 1.9k

cw: nothing just fluff

*part of the honeyed moments universe! parts one and two here! ❤️*

“Okay Daisy baby, say cheese!” YN grinned, holding her film camera up to her right eye to snap a picture of her precious daughter surrounded by a mountain of different sized presents.

Today was Daisy’s sixth birthday, which Harry and YN basically made a national holiday. It was the day their perfect little girl was born, bringing nothing but love and light into their lives– how could they not go all out?

Harry was out getting breakfast– per the birthday girl’s request. She’d wanted pink french toast, pancakes, and pink eggs, which had Harry dashing out to the store to get food coloring and pancake mix. They were having a small get together with a couple of friends that Daisy had made back in London, as well as YN and Harry’s closest relatives and friends. It was princess themed, to no one’s surprise, and all of her aunt’s and uncle’s were assigned a princess or prince to dress up as.

YN and Harry were assigned to dress up as Rapunzel and Flynn Rider from Daisy’s favorite movie Tangled, while Daisy chose to toddle around in a dress that had all the famous Disney princesses on it, the skirt part of the dress covered in pink sparkly ruffles that left a trail of glitter wherever she went. YN could cry right now thinking of all the mess she’d have to clean up following this party, but the wide grin on her daughter’s face made every speck of glitter worth it.

“Mommy, y’have to get Bear in the picture!” Daisy whines, catching the attention of the puppy in the corner. Now, Y/N uses the word puppy very lightly, seeing as said puppy was as tall as her hip just standing on all fours. Y/N sighs, but calls the dog over anyway.

“Bear, come here baby,” She calls to the chocolate lab. “Good boy, okay, now sit riiiiiight here.” Daisy’s smile had grown exponentially, if it was even possible. She leaned forward a bit to place a soft hand on the top of Bear’s head, petting it softly and treating her furry best friend with the utmost delicacy.

Harry had walked in during their mini photoshoot, dropping the bags silently next to him as he leaned against a pillar that separated their dining room from the living room. He watched with a fond smile at his tiny family, his daughter in her ‘perfect princess dress’, his wife on her knees with a wide smile, a film camera held tightly in her hands, and his dog laying at his daughter's feet. He watched on, not wanting to disturb the domestic moment, though his attempt was interrupted when his perfect little Daisy caught a glimpse of him in the entryway.

“Hi Daddy!” She squealed, gaining the attention of Bear who got up to greet his dad. Harry leaned down and greeted his puppy back, scratches soothing the pup as flashes of white from his nails played hide and seek with the brown fur.

“Hello, birthday princess!” He grinned, squatting down to greet his daughter who was already running toward him at full speed. Her dress flowed behind her, glitter literally getting everywhere. Harry snorted at the grimace his wife was wearing on her features, a soft groan coming from him when Daisy had connected with his chest harshly.

“Are we makin’ pancakes, Daddy?” Oh, bless her sweet little heart. A pout was on Harry’s lips when she pulled back, his hands remaining on her back in an effort to keep his growing baby close to him.

“Of course, baby. Gotta go get everythin’ set up, though. Can y’go get washed up so we can start? ‘S gonna take me a mo’ and ‘M gonna have Mama help me.” He makes a deal with his baby, nodding while talking, Daisy mimicking his nods.

“Yes Daddy, be right back!” She zips away, running toward her bedroom with Bear in tow. Harry stands from his crouched position, walking over to meet his wife who was sat in the middle of the living room, turned to where Harry and Daisy once were.

“Hi,” He greets, sitting down on his bum in front of her, kissing her sweetly. “Got everythin’ y’wanted, Mama.”

“Mm, thank you, H. Ready t’tell our little big girl that she’s gonna be a big sister?” She whispers through a big smile, voice hushed to keep the secret as safe as possible from her daughter’s ears, even though she was out of earshot.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, my sweet Honey.” He grins, standing up out of his sitting position and offering his hands to his wife, who takes them with zero hesitation.

The two work like a well oiled machine, dancing around each other and never once accidentally bumping into each other as they prepare everything to make Daisy’s dream breakfast. They’re just about done when Daisy comes back into the kitchen, making her presence known when she knocks into the back of Harry’s legs, wrapping her tiny arms around the full of his thigh. She hangs on and giggles when he turns her around to have her sit on his foot, continuing the work with his baby wrapped on his leg like a koala bear.

Y/N has a bittersweet smile on her face, knowing this was gonna be one of the last times that was blissfully theirs, the three of them (with the exception of Bear) together before the new baby came. She felt herself getting emotional by the thought, pushing away the fact that she had yet another 6 months to wait, trying to soak in the moment even though there were gonna be more to come in the next few months.

The space is filled with loud laughter, sweet kisses, and tiny barks as they meander around the kitchen, Daisy assisting like a proper angel whenever asked. She’d gotten comfortable on the kitchen counter while her parents cooked her pink breakfast, the small speaker that was next to her blasting the Tangled soundtrack.

“Okay Peanut… I think we’re all done!” Harry said finally, plating the last of the pink pancakes and turning to his daughter who had an excited gleam in her green eyes that matched her fathers.

“Yay!” She squealed, holding her hands out for Harry to grab her. He walked up and wrapped his arms around her, twirling around when she grabbed on, filling the air with laughter.

The family walked over to the dining room, plates in YN and Harry’s hands, a jug of apple juice in Daisy’s tiny arms. They all sit around the table, two chairs on the long sides of the brown spruce table, with two fancier chairs on the narrower end parts. YN and Harry place the pink plates in the center, YN moving the vase of purple and pink peonies bought specifically for the birthday princess to the small table that held their vinyls and record player. Daisy hands the half full jug to her dad, hugging his thigh tightly before skipping to her spot on the opposite side of Harry. YN grabs the seat next to her, plopping down into the chair and turning toward her daughter, brushing her dark unruly curls back out of her face.

Settling in her chair, Daisy grins widely and shimmies in her chair in a small dance, her parents cooing and settling in their chairs as well. Breakfast goes off without a hitch, the tiny family conversing about the princess’ upcoming party. Daisy holds her tiny plastic fork in her hand as she gesticulates with her hands as she talks. Her parents have always been patient with her and let her vocalize whatever was on her mind at any point of the day, not scolding her if she even came into their room at the early hours of the morning to excitedly tell them about the dream she had. After all, she was their little miracle, and they’d do whatever it took to make her happy.

Harry and YN shared a knowing look as they approached the end of breakfast. Daisy’s princess sippy cup was almost empty, and her plate was cleared. YN clears her throat, making Daisy turn her attention to her mom. “Baby, we have something to tell you.”

Daisy tilts her head in childlike wonder, a confused expression on her face, her eyebrows furrowed and turned in toward each other. “Wha’ s’it, Mama?”

YN smiles as she reaches down between her and Harry, a tiny gift bag sitting on the floor between their chairs. Grabbing it and placing it in front of Daisy, Y/N giggles at the gasp her daughter lets out.

“A present? Already?!” Daisy squeals, grabbing the paper bag and placing it onto her lap, eagerly pulling the ribbon that held the straps shut.

“Ah- hold on, Dais,” Harry says, Daisy complying instantly. “Before y’open it, Mama and I wanna say that we love you, and want you to know that you’ll always be our sweet little girl, okay?”

Daisy tilted her head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, looking like an exact replica of her father. “Oh, um— I love you too, Daddy, and you, Mama.”

“I love you too, Dais. Okay, you can open it now.” Y/N approves, phone hidden against her chest, now recording her daughter.

“A baby doll! Oh my goodness!” Daisy squealed, holding up the box about 2 inches from her face. “Thank you Mama! Thank you Daddy!”

“Wait, peanut,” Harry started, reaching into the bag and pulling out another box, which had another doll similar to the baby. “Look! It’s a big sister for the baby doll! It’s like you, tiny!”

“Huh?” She said confusedly. “But I’m not a big sister.”

“Yes you are, Daisy girl. Or… you will be, soon at least.” Y/N grinned, not being able to contain her smile at this point.

“Wait…” Daisy collected her tiny thoughts as she tried to connect the dots, before her eyes brightened when she realized what her mother was saying. “Baby?!”

“Yeah, Dais. Mumma’s havin’ a baby!” Harry exclaimed, toothy smiles and dimples out.

“Oh my goodness!” Daisy gasps, jumping haphazardly out of her chair. “Mumma!”

“Oh, careful, sweet girl!” Y/N giggles, scooting her chair out to prop her daughter on her lap comfortably.

“Y’really havin’ a baby?!” She squawked, frantic eyes drifting between her parents.

“Yeah, peanut, we are!” Harry giggled, ruffling his daughters hair.

“This is the best present ever!” She squealed, aggressively wrapping her arms around her mother’s neck. “Thank you, Mommy, and Daddy.”

Y/N placed a hand on the back of Daisy’s head, a big pout on her lips as she turned her head to look at Harry, who matched her expression with a similar frown.

“My sweet Daisy girl, you’re so welcome. Gonna be the best big sister ever, hm?” Y/N whispered, pecking small kisses onto her head.

“The best, I promise!”

[mariclerc]

Dad and daughter moment | pg10

Summary: You decide to leave your boyfriend at home with your little girl and they had a little adventure.

Warning: none. Dedicated to @martaaairwin1994-blog

a/n: this is like a part 2 of "family cuddles" I hope u like it <3

It was a sunny afternoon and you decide to go buy some things for the house and some things that both you and little Lucille need.

“I can go with you bebé?” Pierre asks behind you.

You deny. “Obviously not, silly... Also, who is going to stay with Lulu?”

When you go out alone to shop or do anything you always take Lucille with you, the times you leave her with Pierre have not been so... encouraging, let's put it that way.

One time they almost burned down the kitchen making cookies, or one time he fell asleep and left Lulu on her own. In the same way, you had to give even a vote of confidence to your boyfriend, maybe he is a little bit clueless, but that doesn't mean he does it on purpose.

“It's okay honey, I'll take care of her, I promise!” He says and you give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Good boy!” you giggle and you head out of the room.

“Mama!” Lucille says hugging you.

“My little flower! You're going to stay with papa today, is that right?” you said while giving her a little kiss on her cheek. “He's going to take good care of you today!”

She nods happily and smiled. “Okay mama!”

***

“Well little princess, what do you want to do today with papa?” Pierre asks Lulu. “We can do what you like.”

“Paints papa!” She says between giggles.

“Oh, so you want to paint with papa? Let's get to it then!” He says as he carries her in his arms and goes to look for the materials for their colorful adventure in one of the closets.

After a while they had paints, brushes and canvases for their painting.

“Bright! Bright!” says Lucille jumping while pointing at the bright pink color.

Pierre chuckles. “Do you like bright pink? What do you plan to paint today mon petit artiste?” He says while smiling. (my little artist.)

She starts making strokes on the canvas. “Draw!” smiled.

After a while, what started with simple strokes on the canvas continued with clothes and hands stained with paint. But they didn't care because they were both laughing out loud and having lots of fun, it was a nice moment between father and daughter that they will both always remember.

They are not aware of your arrival at the house, you enter the hallway, laden with shopping bags. You kick the door shut with your foot and head towards the living room, a wry smile on your face.

In the living room, chaos reigns... Paint splatters adorn the coffee table, the floor, and most alarmingly, the pristine white wall, in the center of it all, sits Pierre his face a canvas of vibrant colors, a look of pure joy on it. Lucille sits next to him, similarly decorated and equally delighted.

You take a moment to take in the scene, a rollercoaster of emotions flitting across your face - exasperation, amusement, and a touch of awe.

Feigning exasperation. “Oh my god Pierre, what have you done?”

Pierre looks up, a sheepish grin spreading across his paint-streaked face. Lucille lets out a gleeful squeal.

“Surprise amour! We were... expressing ourselves artistically.” He says with his voice thick with paint.

You walk towards them, placing the bags down. “Looks more like a warzone to me.”

Lucille reaches out for you, her tiny hand covered in a rainbow of colors.

“Papa! Paint!” Lucille giggles.

“Woah there, little Picasso. Let's get you cleaned up before mommy has a meltdown, alright?” you scoop her up.

Pierre chuckles, wiping a hand (mostly clean) across his forehead.

“Meltdown? That's a bit dramatic, don't you think love?”

”But look around you, Mr. artsy pants. This is gonna take some scrubbing!” You say raising an eyebrow.

“Hey, it was her idea! I was just, uh, facilitating her artistic vision, you know, that helps with kids creativity.” He stands up.

“Ah yes, the renowned Gasly School of Modern Toddler Art. I should've known.” You say sarcastically.

Despite your teasing words, there's a warmth in your voice. You glance at Lucille, who's now giggling uncontrollably.

“Alright, alright. I admit, it does look like you two had a lot of fun.” You say with a soft voice.

“We always do when you're not around to boss us around.” He says as he puts his arm around you.

“Hey! I'm not a boss, I just keep things from descending into complete chaos you know?” you playfully swat his arm.

“Seems like you failed today, love.” he smiles.

“Oh, shut up you colourful boy.” you laugh a little.

You lean in and kiss Pierre, a hint of paint transferring to your lips. He pulls away, grinning.

“So, how about we clean up this little art project and order some takeout? Celebrate our success in the realm of abstract expressionism?” He says in a soft voice.

”Sounds like a plan. Just promise me finger paints are off-limits next time, alright?” You smile at his proposal.

“No promises, but I'll try my best chérie.” He hold his hands up in mock surrender.

Lucille lets out another gurgle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You can't help but laugh, knowing that with these two around, a little chaos is always guaranteed in your life.

[elizabethsnuts]

NEED A PART TWO OF THAT ONE WINTERWIDOW KID WITH UNCLE CLINT ONGOMGOMG

I'm thinking playing with Clint's kid, got too excited and accidently hurting/fall/injured

(idk girl ur the writer, u can pick anything)

Bandaids and Boo-Boos

WinterWidow x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You scraped your knee while playing with Clint’s kids but your Mamas there to make it better.

———

Natasha and Bucky were finally back from their mission and were spending time with the Barton family. The serene and secluded farmhouse was a welcome change from the constant chaos of their usual lives as Avengers. You, full of your boundless energy, were running around the spacious yard, giggling and playing a game of tag with Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel.

The farmhouse buzzed with the laughter of children as you eagerly ran around, giggling as you were being chased. Your tiny hands clutching your stuffed giraffe, making sure you didn’t drop it. The parents watched fondly from the porch, enjoying the tranquillity of the moment.

"Looks like she's having a blast," Bucky remarked, a soft smile gracing his features as he leaned against the railing.

Clint watched as you outran all the kids with your speedy little legs. “She sure is fast. Look at those little legs go!”

Natasha nodded, her eyes filled with maternal pride. "She's a handful, that's for sure."

As the afternoon sun painted the sky with hues of orange and yellow, the children's laughter reached a crescendo, echoing through the fields. But among the joyous commotion, a sudden cry pierced the air, drawing Natasha and Bucky's attention.

You lay on the grass, your tiny form crumpled as tears welled in your eyes. Natasha's heart clenched with worry as she rushed to your side, Bucky following close behind.

"What happened, sweetheart?" Natasha's voice was laced with concern as she gently lifted you into her arms. "It's okay, baby," Natasha said softly, cradling you against her chest. "You're okay."

You sniffled, your bottom lip quivering as you pointed to your scraped knee. "Owie, Mommy."

Natasha's heart sank at the sight of the small scrape marring your tiny knee. She knew it was more the shock of the fall than the injury itself that had upset you. With tender care, she wiped away your tears and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Bucky knelt beside them, gently inspecting your scraped knee. It was a minor injury, but the sight of blood made Natasha's heartache. You whimpered as Bucky examined the scrape, your little hand wiping your nose.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Mommy's here," Natasha murmured soothingly, her voice a comforting melody.

Clint joined the commotion and crouched beside you, his expression filled with concern. "Is she okay?"

Bucky nodded, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "Just a little scrape, she’s a tough little lady."

You sniffled again, your tear-streaked face looking up at Natasha with wide, watery eyes. "Kiss it, Mommy?"

Natasha's heart melted at the request, and she pressed a tender kiss to the top of your scraped knee. "Better?"

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Better."

Laura came over with a first aid box and a wet cloth. She gently applied the water to the scrape, making sure it was clean and free of dirt and grass. She reached into the first aid box and pulled out a pack of Avengers-themed band-aids, much to your delight.

“Look what I have!” Laura said we a gentle smile. She held up the Avengers bandaids and smiled. “Which one would you like? Captain America or Iron Man?”

You thought for a moment, this was a tough decision for a toddler. “Uhm… Uncle Stevie!” You pointed to the Captain America bandaid with a small smile tugging at your lips.

Laura nodded with a smile and put the Iron Man bandaid back in the box, unwrapping the Captain America one instead. With careful precision, she applied the band-aid over the scrape, the sight of your Uncle Steve bringing a smile to your face.

"There, all better now. You’re such a brave girl." Natasha said, her voice filled with warmth as she wrapped you in a comforting hug. “Says ‘Thanks Aunty Laura!’”

You looked up at Laura, a smile on your face. “Thanks, Aunty Laura.”

You snuggled against Natasha, feeling safe and secure in your mother's embrace. The scrape on your knee already forgotten, you gazed up at Natasha with adoration, your eyes sparkling with love.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the farmhouse, You sat in Bucky's lap on the porch along with the other adults. You watched the other children play while Bucky slowly stroked your hair. Natasha and Bucky smiled at each other, they felt a sense of peace and contentment that they rarely experienced in their lives as Avengers.

They were thankful for Clint and his family. Natasha having been through thick and thin with Clint, was grateful that she could share moments with her own family with his family too.

They sat quietly watching as the sun set and the children kept running around. The soothing strokes of Bucky's hand in your hair and the sound of crickets lulled you into a peaceful sleep, ready for more playing and excitement that would arrive tomorrow.

[gallaghersgal]

Vacation au + ❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜ with Lip

sonia u rlly cooked with this one ngl 🤞 nsfw 18+. quick sex, doggy style, dom/sub dynamics, single mom reader + single dad lip. cruise au! lots of expo

vacation au + “you’re sick a fucking tease, you know that?” part of my 1,500 follower celebration (closed)

"mommy mommy!" your daughter lydia runs up to you the moment you step into the ship daycare center, ready to take her to lunch and enjoy a mommy-daughter day after a morning of mimosas and spa treatment. "can i go play in the pool with my new friends?" two adorable redheaded kids run up after her, one tugging a man around your age behind him.

"it's time for lunch baby," you tell her, kneeling down to get on her level. the other two kids plead with you, and you look from their sweet faces to the man standing behind them. "well, if..." you trail off, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"lip," he supplies.

"if lip says its okay, they could come get lunch with us?" you smile, standing again so you can offer your hand to lip. he shakes it as you introduce yourself, his son tugging at the hem of his tee.

"pleaseeee dad?" he asks, nudging the slightly older girl beside him.

"yeah, please uncle lip!?"

he concedes to their begging, reaching down to ruffle his son's hair, and the five of you head over to the on board burger joint. lydia and her new friends—freddie and franny, you learn—play together until dinner time until lip tells them it's time to leave, bringing a pout to both their faces. but he promises the kids they can play together again before the cruise is over, so they share an adorable little group hug and you take your daughter back to the cabin.

later that evening there's a 70's themed party, which you weren't planning on attending. but your younger sister insists you go after telling her about the man you'd met earlier. she even lets you borrow the dress she had brought along for the party, staying behind to watch lydia.

the dress has a deep, rounded v-neck, in a bright shade, but it doesn't matter much. ten minutes in the club with lip sees the pretty thing bunched around your hips in his cabin.

"y're such a fucking tease, y'know that?" he purrs in your ear, tip nudging at your center through the thin cotton of your panties. why didn't you wear lace? at least the lights were off.

"you're the one teasing'," you respond in a pout, ass pressing back against him. he responds with quick fingers, pulling the elastic band and snapping it against your back. cool air floods your core just as quickly, his fingers tugging your panties aside to run his length through your folds.

one strong hand presses your back into a perfect arch while the other guides his cock inside you. "hhng- shit! s'tight," he mumbles, picking up the pace after allowing you a bit of time to adjust. the cabin fills with quiet grunts, the slap of skin on skin and the melody of your moans, muffled into the soft comforter.

calloused hands grip your ass, pulling away for a second to land a smack to the area, your pitchy whines are like music to his ears. "lay down, princess. on'ya stomach, legs over the bed," lip whispers. he guides you into the position, lays his cheek against your shoulder blade, and starts to rock his hips into you again. "tha's it mama, fuck, y're so wet."

"lip, ohmygod, lip!" you cry out his length pressing into your wet heat over and over. your toes curl and you crane your neck up to catch his mouth in a kiss.

he lets out a startled "mmph," but kisses you back regardless. his tongue pushes past your lips and licks at you in a needy manner. one strong hand cradles your jaw as he pulls back to ask, "'re y'close baby? y'gonna cum on my dick?"

your voice cracks embarrassingly when you manage to respond "uh-huh!"

"c'mon, use y'words," lip encourages, his strokes slowing while his lips brush tenderly over your brow.

"i-i'm gonna cum, lip, please," your hips press pathetically back against him, wordlessly begging him to move faster. his lips curl into a smile as he fucks you at a relentless pace. words escape you completely, nothing but broken moans and babbles of his name and 'please' leave your lips.

lip shoves two fingers past your lips, soft lips hushing your garbled protests and soft gagging. as quickly as the digits were pushed past your lips they disappear. they snake under your body to circle your clit and the stimulation sends your orgasm washing over you.

he pulls out soon after, muffling his deep groan with a bite on your shoulder. thick ropes of cum paint your back, just barely missing the fabric of the borrowed dress.

[hyukalyptus]

did you saw yeonjun's hip control on that jessi recent tiktok. ahem.. ahem... (he would be so amazing to fuck)

cw. anal (m.receiving), pegging ig, mommy kink lmao, hair pulling, sex (protection not mentioned), chubby!reader implied, "good girl."

I KNOW ANON I KNOW !! tell me about it UGH TT

thinking about his hips from BOTH sides...

omg his hips angled so perfectly with his ass in the air while ur fucking him from behind with a strap. his cute lil butt cheeks all red from spanking him over and over. nails digging into his hips :3 face smushed against the mattress, mouth dropped open with some drool spilling out, the wHINES this man would let out istg. anyway- tugging on his hair telling him to stfu but that just makes him whine and beg even more like please, please mommy...i've been such a good boy. please let me cum :(

AND THEN..........him using those hips to fuck YOU. legs spread to let him dick u down. holdin ur legs in his arms, squeezing ur squishy thighs roughly while his hips expertly roll to fuck you so so good. and i'm talkin slow mama. like UGH i just got chills. but just- holding ur thighs, rolling his hips sososo slow while ur whinin nd he's just like yeah, that feels good, baby? that's my good girl. NURSE!

[ambassadorarlert]

mommy… mama a girl behind u 🫵🏼

[chrissv4mp]

BILLIE X BIMBO READER PLSS🙏🙏🙏

think about it , BILLIE E.

oh yall are in for it🙏 also dunno if u wanted smut, fluff, or angst, so i js did the first thing that came to minddd, hope u enjoy!

edit: this is so bad i'm def gonna rewrite it with a different scenario in the future💔

edging, bimbo!fem!reader, humiliation, brief mention of choking, begging, mean!billie, mommy kink, hair pulling, etc.

you huffed quietly, eyebrows knitting together in frustration as you stared at your laptop. you were currently filling out questions for an end of the year quiz. and of course it had to be about math.

the question was in bold, and you felt like it was taunting you with the red little asterisk beside it. your bottom lip found its way between your teeth, and you continued to reread the question over and over until your head began to pound.

a whine left your lips as you threw your head back against the chair, hair cascading down the back of it as you shut your eyes. some would say this was the easiest question on the quiz, but to you it was probably the hardest thing imaginable.

billies eyes raised from her phone, shutting it off before tossing it to the side of your shared bed. scooting to the edge of the bed, she got up and walked towards you. her hands snaked around your neck, kissing the top of your head as she stared at your laptop.

"what's the matter, baby?" she hummed quietly, listening to your gentle breaths.

you relaxed in her hold, shoulders becoming less tense as she pet the top of your head gently, soothing your nerves as your eyes went back to your laptop, "this one question has me stuck. i dunno what answer to choose, it's multiple choice and i always somehow manage to struggle on—"

billie shut you up with a kiss, dragging your bottom lip with her teeth as she pulled away. you stared at her in awe, blush creeping onto your cheeks as you watched her smile.

"you're rambling again, ma. just take your time. our professor gave us a few more days to finish, so don't stress. tell me what the question is and i'll help you work it out, m'kay?" billie spoke softly, pressing another kiss to your temple as her eyes went back to the laptop in front of you.

you just nodded, eyes moving back to the screen as your lips parted, whispering the question to her. it was as if you spoke any louder everything would break, including billie.

a quiet chuckle was heard from behind you, but she quickly masked it with a cough. the blue-eyed girl smiled as she round the chair and kneeled beside you, "well, that's not too hard of a question."

another huff left your lips as you gave your girlfriend a blank expression, clearly annoyed as you crossed your arms, "it is! you just don't get it."

billie sighed, standing back up before ushering you to move out of the chair before sitting down in it. her hands grabbed your waist, pulling you to sit on her lap before you could complain, "what?"

she only shushed you, pulling you back against her chest as she looked over your shoulder. one of her hands made its way to your thigh, sneaking higher until you felt her cold fingers drag under the fabric of your shorts. you tensed at her motions, fighting the urge to squeeze your legs together.

that would only result in punishment, and that was somehow the only thing you really remembered, "baby, eyes on your test. wouldn't want you to fail, would we?"

"no.. m'sorry." you muttered, eyes snapping up to your laptop as you tried not to focus on her hand wandering below the waistband of your panties.

billie chuckled, her free hand softly caressing your knee as her breath tickled the skin of your shoulder, "it's okay, mamas. now, just focus on your test and i'll continue, hm?"

"think of this as... motivation, 'kay? if you get one right, i'll keep going. and, if you get one wrong... well, you know what that'll result in." she pressed a light kiss to your neck, and you shuddered.

you nodded, mind already hazy as your eyes struggled to stay open. you just wanted to be touched without any struggle, without billie having to stop or anything interrupting her. she always played this game with you, edging you until you couldn't take it anymore.

a shaky hand made its way to your mouse, dragging down the list of options before you clicked on one that you felt was right.

"correct!" the green letters popped out, and billie plunged two fingers into your wetness, sliding them in with ease.

billies gasp was exaggerated, making the sound loud and going right in your ear just to embarrass you, "you're so wet already. did i seriously get you going that quickly, mamas?"

blush crept onto your face again, making you look down into your lap at her hand. a moan tumbled from your mouth as you felt her flick your clit, making you jump from the suddenness.

"didn't tell you to stop, babygirl. keep going," she demanded, the hand that was on your knee coming to creep up your body and wrap around your neck. the coldness of her rings made you shutter, eyelids threatening to flutter shut as pleasure overcame you.

you moved your mouse again, this question making you type out your answer instead of choosing from multiple ones. a groan left your lips, and not just from annoyance, "answer it."

billie pushed, and you sighed as you read the question. it was another "hard" one, and billie only chuckled as she watched you tilt your head. she took this opportunity to curl her fingers, hearing your sharp intake of air.

her fingers put pressure on your throat, hearing another gasp from you as your hips bucked against her hand. billie began to suck on your neck, creating deep purple marks before moving on to another empty part of your skin.

your fingers shakily typed in your answer, still unsure as to whether it was right or not. as you typed enter, you watched as the screen changed and the page loaded slowly. your eyes fluttered shut as billie began to rub your clit in circles.

the page continued to load, and billie only sped up the pace of her fingers, your climax quickly approaching with the way her digits curled inside of you.

a choked moan escaped you, and billies eyes went back to the screen just in time to see those 3 words that you hated.

"oops! that's incorrect." billie quickly pulled out when she felt you clench around her fingers, smiling at the sound of your frustrated whine.

"aw, that's too bad," the girl taunted, tilting her head to watch as your face contorted into a look of frustration, "maybe you'll get the next one right, yeah?"

"mommy, please—fuck, mhh.. i'll try harder, 'js.. please lemme cum." you begged, falling back against her body as your head lie on her shoulder.

billie only grinned against the exposed skin of your neck, fingers brushing against your wet, swollen clit in a teasing manner, "c'mon, you're almost done. just 2 questions left, you can do it, i know you can."

she's been at this for about 30 minutes now, slipping her fingers out of your pussy even when you got a question right. she just loved hearing your whiny voice as you protested, begging her to fill you up again.

you only got a few questions wrong, surprisingly. billie was even surprised when you got a particularly easy question right, passing through it an instant. it was a contrast from your previous answers, getting the easier questions wrong.

"no.. i can't take it n'more, mommy.." you cried, tears beginning to run down your face. your eyeliner was ruined in the process, running down your cheeks and temporarily staining them.

billie raised an eyebrow, "no? well.. i guess i'll just leave you to do it by yourself, then. do you want me to let you—"

"no! no, please.. please don't stop. m'sorry, stay." you whimpered, sitting up straight again as you sniffled. bringing your hand up to your face, you wiped your tears.

the black-haired girl chuckled, kissing your shoulder softly as she watched you pay more attention to your test again, "good girl, keep going,"

the next question was multiple choice again, and you sobbed as your girlfriend curled her fingers perfectly into your g-spot, "right there? does that feel good, mamas?"

you nodded, too fucked-out to form any words, let alone a coherent sentence. your eyes fluttered open again, frustration taking over again as you struggled to find the answer.

billie took note of that, looking over your shoulder as she chuckled again. she could've gotten this one correct easily, and that knowledge just made you cry out in both humiliation and frustration.

"think about it," she muttered, leaving reassuring kisses on your marked-up neck, "don't quit now, you're already so close."

another cry left your lips, and you just chose the first answer that came to mind when you looked at the question again. it was correct, and you sighed as relief washed over you.

only one more, and the torture of being edged over and over again would be over, and billie would finally let you come. you knew she wouldn't stop until she completely ruined you, though, and you were totally fine with that.

"wow, baby, you're on a roll. c'mon, you think you can be a big girl and think a little harder for the last one?" the girl behind you muttered, smiling at the way you nodded obediently.

a whine left your lips, cheeks heating up further from the humiliation if that was even possible. she was treating you like a child, and part of you hated it. the other... well, the other half of your brain was going crazy.

the last question was also multiple choice, and this one even billie found challenging. she pressed another kiss to your neck, fingers beginning to pick up their pace as you approached your climax.

your clit was puffy and swollen from the endless teasing, and you thought harder for this question, just wanting to get it over with so that you could cum on your girlfriends fingers.

then, you clicked an answer. the page began to load, and you let your eyes shut as your head fell back against billies shoulder. you were confident in your answer this time, so you let yourself relax.

"oh, baby.." billie cooed, and you tensed up when you felt her fingers pulling out of your needy pussy, completely leaving your pants and moving up to your face.

you took her fingers in your mouth eagerly, savoring the moment since you knew this would be the last thing you would have in your favor. you got the question wrong, and you cried frustratingly as her fingers left your lips.

"this is fuckin' stupid." you grumbled, and billies hand went to tug your hair harshly, eliciting a pleasurable cry from your pink lips.

"don't be bratty now, baby. you wouldn't want me to punish you, hm?" you shook your head the best you could in her grip, a string of begs and cries escaping your throat.

76%, it showed in the middle of the screen. you passed by just a few questions, and billie smiled proudly, "you did it."

another relieved sigh left you, and you cried out when you felt billie standing up, wrapping her arms around your waist and carrying you to the bed.

lying you down softly, she smiled down at you, "my dumb little baby... i think you deserve a reward for using that brain of yours, don't you?"

you nodded furiously, unable to form another sentence. she had already ruined you, and she wasn't gonna stop until you were shaking, she wouldn't stop until she considered you ruined.

@livialifesblog @mseilishmwah @mxqdii @sophlovesmeangirls @devynscomet

[neuvistar]

Blade’s daughter trying to distract her mama when she is talking to an old guy friend cuz she noticed that blade was giving a “mean” stare at the guy😂

she would be tugging at your shirt tryna get ur attention bc blade’s cold stare is digging DAGGERS into that poor man’s heart he would stay close behind you and his little princess n give him the look of death n a look that absolutely screams “move closer to my girl n i’ll kill u” OR SUMN 😭

“mommy, can we go now?” she would probably say tryna drag u off n shit bc BLADEEE BROOO his stare is DEADLY it’s so funny

[valeriiiiii]

Hi mama

Idk why i genuinely like calling ppl that but i cant do it in real life bcs im scared of getting like shunned and spit on

Luv ya Val

mama mommy a girl behind u

[caroldantops]

you make my world spin

ship: scarlet witch(616)!wanda/soft milf(838)!wanda/little!reader

summary/request:  no plot, just soft mommas and their little one.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: MDLG (18+), selfcest ig. potential multiverse of madness spoilers? more like just allusions to it. but other than that just fluff!

a/n: Mommy = 616 Wanda; Mama = 838 Wanda. thank u to motts and britt for helping indulge the double wandas thoughts that plague my brain

Tendrils of red fly through the air as Wanda flips rapidly through the Darkhold. You watch in fascination, the sparks illuminating your face in a soft scarlet glow. Wanda hasn’t acknowledged you since you came down to the basement and crawled over to her, much too absorbed in studying the runes in front of her. 

Despite being content in the domesticity of her life now, no longer needing to use the dark spells to explore multiversal lives, Wanda still studies the magic of the Darkhold. She claims it’s to help keep the universe she’s invaded stable in spire of her presence and to protect your home if needed. It took a long time to convince her variant that she had destroyed any actual copies of the Darkhold, and what she had was simply her own creation from what she remembered, holding none of the corruption that brough her to where she was today. 

Mama Wanda always tells you not to go down to the basement while Mommy Wanda is casting spells, worried about you getting caught in any crossfire as Mommy haphazardly flings spells around the room. But Mama fell asleep on the couch after her third episode of New Girl, and you got bored after you could no longer show her the pictures you were coloring. You grabbed your favorite stuffie - the teddy bear that Mommy brought from her own universe, the one that was modeled to look like a cheesy version of her suit - and ventured down to the basement. 

You don’t want to bother Mommy. You know that the spells she makes are much more dangerous than Mama’s. But she’s been down here all morning, and you want her attention! 

Mommy most certainly knows that you’re waiting for her to say something to you. But she relishes that sweet pout that you give her when she’s ignoring you, so she draws it out a long as she can. 

You’re not feeling patient today, already bored and needy for touch. Mommy’s legs are criss-cross applesauce, as they usually are when she’s working. Perfect. You crawl over to her levitating form, placing your head against her thigh and gazing up at her concentrated face. 

“Does Mama know you’re down here?” Wanda asks without even sparing you a glance. 

“Mama’s sleepin’,” you explain, tracing the material of her red suit with your fingers. The dark splotches that stained it once have since faded, but you many of the cracks in the armor remain. 

“Hm,” she hums, knowing that telling you to go upstairs will probably result in a tantrum that she isn’t in the mood to deal with. You take her lack of orders to leave as permission to stay, so you immediately start climbing up to her lap. “Now, what do you think you’re doing, little devil?” 

“Gettin’ comfy.” You squeeze yourself in between her and the Darkhold, tucking yourself into her lap, struggling to keep yourself steady since her floating makes it harder to keep upright. Wanda grunts when you elbow her in the chest, and you freeze, looking up to see her clearly trying to contain her frustration with your wiggling. “Sorry, Mommy…” 

“Just let me…” she sighs, grabbing you and turning you around to face her, slinging your legs to wrap around her waist. You squeak, wrapping your arms around her as she adjusts you. As you do your teddy falls to the floor behind her, rolling dangerously close to the candles illuminating the room. Wanda doesn’t notice, focused on making sure you won’t fall out of her lap. “There, is that better?” 

“Wandabear!” You cry, making grabby hands at the stuffed animal. Wanda rolls her eyes as she flicks her wrist, levitating the toy back into your grasp. 

“Sometimes I think you love that thing more than me,” Wanda says, sounding rather unconvincingly annoyed. In reality, she loved how much you adored your “Wandabear” (as you uncreatively named her) because it was the first gift she ever brought you. Mama still teases her about how soft you’ve turned Mommy. 

You finally calm down, satisfied with your Mommy giving you the attention you were craving. Your thumb makes it way to your mouth without you realizing, Wanda’s heartbeat and soft mumbling to herself lulling you to sleep. 

When you wake up, you find yourself on the couch, with no Mama or Mommy to be seen. You can hear moving around in the kitchen, so you assume that they must be in there. Wandabear is tucked under your arm, and a soft handknitted blanket is draped over you. We Bare Bears is playing softly on the television, drawing your attention for a few minutes. One of the Wandas - probably Mommy - must have clipped your pacifier to your shirt. You slip it between your lips, fingers twirling the loose threads of the blanket as you watch your show. 

A clatter from the kitchen makes you jump, clutching Wandabear close to your chest. “Mama? Mommy?” 

“It’s okay, baby!” Mama calls back. Even though you want to keep watching your show, you’re lured into the kitchen by the thought of food being made. Mommy and Mama are both making ingredients and dishes fly around the kitchen with their magic, and you playfully try to grab the bag of Goldfish that floats by you. “You’re going to get hit in the head with the way Mommy’s flinging things around, baby. Let’s go sit at the table while we finish making lunch, okay?” 

“Okay, Mama,” you agree, plopping yourself on your soft cushioned seat at the table while you watch Mommy and Mama fuss over whether to give you your cookies before or after you eat your sandwich. You place Wandabear in the seat next to you, scooting a plate of plastic food that you refuse to let Mama take off the table towards it.

A gentle hand grabs your attention by stroking your hair, and you bounce happily as Mama places your plate on the table. Mommy comes over with both their plates, setting them up on either side of you (after moving Wandabear to sit next to you at the head of the table). You start shoving Goldfish in your mouth before you realize that Mama forgot something very important. 

“Mama, crusts!” You pout at her. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” Mama sighs, getting up to grab a knife from the drawer. 

In the meantime, Mommy starts hand-feeding you the crackers, smiling at the way your lips wrap around her fingers when you take a bite. “Mama has such a bad memory sometimes, doesn’t she, little one?” 

“My hearing, however, is perfectly fine,” Mama says as she sits down and starts cutting your sandwich. You miss the playful glare that Mama gives Mommy, too busy grabbing your sandwich triangle and stuffing it in your mouth as soon as the crusts are gone. “Slow down, darling. You’ll upset your tummy.” 

“Mmkay,” you say through the mouthful.

The three of you finish your lunch, and Mommy picks you up and carries you to the living room while Mama cleans. Mommy turns on a big girl show, but you’re too distracted by sorting through the drawings you started earlier. Mama finally finishes cleaning and joins Mommy on the couch, curling into her side. They both watch you color happily, humming one of your favorite theme songs to yourself and chewing on your pacifier. 

“Nothing happened while they were in the basement, right?” Mama asks Mommy too low for you to hear. 

“Wandabear almost caught on fire, but other than that, no.” 

“You know I still don’t trust the Darkhold. Even if it is just a copy.” 

“I understand,” Mommy says solemnly. “But you trust me to keep you both safe, correct?” 

“I do.”

“Good. Because I always will.” 

[astroluvr]

can u do one where reader is famous and is dating jack and they have a kid (1 year) and they post her on ig not her face. and one day while they’re out paparazzi is being annoying and trying to get pictures.

“Mama!” your daughter squealed, moving as fast as she could to you from Jack.

You were all back in Kentucky and enjoying the pretty weather in the huge backyard of the home. You were in love with Kentucky and if it wasn’t for your job, you would’ve lived here around the clock. Kentucky captured your heart when you took a step back from the limelight during your pregnancy. Now, to know that your daughter loved it so much, was all the more reason to stay.

“Mama can’t save you!” Jack growled behind her and you laughed from the deck, snapping a picture of Jack snatching Layla up from the ground and into his chest, rolling onto the ground.

You and Jack were particular about what you posted about Layla. There were only a few photos out there and none of them had her face in them. The moment was too cute to pass up on sharing, though. With a thoughtful glance to the two of them who were laughing loudly, you posted it to your Instagram story and put a heart over Layla’s hardly visible face. It was scary to think about the lengths people might go to enhance the picture for a few dollars.

The news over your picture lasted for much longer than the 24 hours it remained up. At first, it scared you, causing you to think that some intense photoshopping revealed your daughter’s face, but that wasn’t the case. People were just overdramatic at the slightest opening into celebrity life.

The matter made you a little more cautious when Jack’s feature bought you to LA. He had to do a good while’s worth of work on an upcoming song, so you decided to follow him with Layla. After a couple of restless days in the apartment, Layla practically told you and Jack that she needed to get out.

“Baby, will you please wear your hat? It’s just like Uncle Urban’s!” you held the tiny denim bucket hat in front of her in an attempt to persuade her.

“Urby?!” she gasped, and you chuckled at her doe eyes.

“Yeah, do you want to wear it now?” she nodded her head and let you put it on, turning around to Jack who was sliding his diamond ring on.

“Look, Daddy.” she demanded his attention and he gave it to her immediately.

“Oh, my goodness. You look so cute, Lala. I’ve never seen such a cute baby in my life.” he exclaimed, tackling the little girl with a hug and rolling around on the bed. You smiled at the two of them and laughed even louder when she rubbed her nose against his cheek like Jack always did to her.

“Jack, you’re going to raise a wrestler.”

“She’s a sweetheart. Like her mama.” he picked her up and they both showed you identical smiles.

Layla was damn near your twin, but nobody could deny that she had stolen Jack’s smile. You walked over and let a kiss on both of their foreheads. “Are we ready?”

Layla nodded excitedly, kicking both of her feet to get down and run to the door. “Go!” she yelled and you and Jack laughed before rushing to open the door for her.

Things went well, despite your nerves. Even with Jack providing that extra sense of protection, you were still worried that paparazzi would come any moment. Every time you saw a camera, you went to pull down Layla’s hat. She began whining about it and threw it off at one point, but Jack was able to ease it back on when she was distracted by a toy store.

Just as you were letting your guard down and waiting for Jack to analyze every shoe in the New Balance store, you heard a loud shuffle. “Look, Layla. Do you think Daddy should get these or these?”

Layla looked up at him and put her hands on both pairs. When you looked around Jack, you saw at least four paparazzi at the door. Jack turned around quickly and looked back down. “Fuck.” he said, trying to hide his panic by smiling.

“Come to Mommy, Layla.” you cooed, clapping your hands to make your arms seem more appealing. She scrunched up her nose while Jack focused on keeping you two out of focus, carefully matching his movements with yours to prevent the paparazzi from getting any revealing angle. “Please? Can I have a hug?”

Layla never skipped an opportunity to have or give a hug. She crawled into your lap and squeezed your neck and gave you a kiss on the cheek. As much as you wanted to savor the moment, Jack could only hide but so much, so you stood up and made your way to the door. Layla began to get curious about all the noise around her, which made getting through the mob of flashing cameras even more frustrating.

“Mama!” she whined loudly, attempting to lift her head up from your shoulder. “Loud.”

“Y/N, look over here. Y/N, show us the baby! Where’s Jack?”

Against your better judgement, you paused to look for Jack and found him shouldering through the crowd. In those three seconds, a paparazzi was able to tug at your arm. You gasped and shouldered them away while Jack’s voice thundered through the mob.

“Yo, I’ll fuck you up!” he yelled, getting enough attention to help you get a little bit further. “If any of you touch my kid or my girl, it’ll be over.”

“Mommy!” Lacey cried, moving anxiously against your body. Her hands moved from around your neck to pull your hand away from her head long enough throw her hat to the ground.

Everything went wrong so quickly. Your heart was pounding and your hands was sweaty. As you tried to concentrate on making it to the car, you could only think about how many pictures they were able to snap of your wailing daughter. The only benefit to come of it all, was her nuzzling her head back into your neck. From behind you, Jack had pushed himself through them all and made his way to you. His hand around your waist made you flinch at first, but when you smelled his cologne, you calmed down.

“I got you, baby.” you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or Layla, but you both calmed down a little.

With more reassurance, you swallowed and proceeded calmly to the car. Jack opened the door and you slid in quickly with Layla still tucked against you while Jack rushed to the front. Paparazzi still tried to crowd you, but when Jack blew the horn and pushed on the accelerator just enough, they moved.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until you pulled Layla back and saw her tears. Although she was fussy during the hectic clamoring, you weren’t aware she was crying so much. Your heart broke for your baby, seeing her eyes red and the staggered movement of her chest made you cry.

“Stop the car, Jack.” you murmured, and he did so immediately, pulling into a diner parking lot. He stared at the two of you with pity.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered into the air while you wiped at Lacey’s tears.

She’d been so eager to leave the apartment earlier in the day, not even ten minutes ago she was the happiest baby in the world, and now she would probably get nervous around flashes or leaving the house.

“Y/N,” he whispered again while you kissed Lacey’s cheeks and let her whimper against you. “Lacey.”

You turned your head when she turned hers, she quietly observed her father before reaching out for him. You released her hesitantly and watched how she cuddled into Jack.

“I’m so sorry, my sweet girl. Daddy’s sorry.”

All three of you sat in silence. Seeing things like that happen to other celebrities could be overwhelming, having experienced it yourself, but as parents it was even more frightening. Your safety and privacy had been challenged over a little girl who meant the world to you and Jack, but a pay check and gossip to the public. You didn’t care how they’d twist the videos; you knew how that went, but to think about your baby girl worrying about a camera in her face made your stomach churn.

When you all got back to the apartment, you and Jack laid Lacey down in your bed. She ended up calming down and falling asleep, leaving you and Jack to yourselves. He was holding you tight, rubbing your shoulder soothingly, although your presence was especially comforting to him.

“I think I want to move to Kentucky. Full time.”

“I'm absolutely down to moving back home, but full time means you won’t be able to do a lot with your job.” he looked down at you and you nodded. “I know today was scary, but you love what you do.”

“I loved what I did before we had a kid. I mean, if my career means anytime we go into a big city, Lacey will be tortured, I’ll give it up.” you said truthfully and Jack pursed his lips.

“I support you no matter what, Y/N, but I’ll still be rapping and paps will still be around. Even if you just take a step back and do a lot of work from home, you’re still going to be risking that. People are going to take what we don’t give.”

You chewed your lip and grew weary thinking about your options. “I don’t know what else to do, Jack. I’m a mother now, and Lacey is my priority. If I take a step back, everything of me will still be exclusive. If I don’t, Lacey will have to pay for it.” you turned your head and looked at him desperately for an answer. “What do I do, Jack?”

“What do you want to do?”

“Jack, that doesn’t help.” you groaned and he chuckled.

“I’m being serious. What do you want to do? What’s the best course of action, baby?”

“I want to pursue my career, but I want to keep my daughter safe while I do it.”

“And if you think that we can, that's what we'll do. Hell, I'll become you and Lay's personal body guard if I have to. That shit was fucked today."

"I'm grateful for you, J. For our life, our baby, keeping us safe, supporting me. I can't thank you enough for it all."

"You don't have to thank me. I did it all with you." you met his gaze and he hooked a finger under your jaw to pull your lips up to meet his. "I love you. Whatever you need, I'm here for you."

"I love you more." you whispered, cuddling up into his chest and letting yourself drift off into a world where nothing bad could happen.

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mornings with your daughter | lyy

➸ request from anon; could i please request dad!yangyang.... i don’t really have any kind of plot in mind... just more so thinking about him with a baby/toddler aged child or if not maybe at some point during his s/o’s pregnancy. thanks!

➸ note; i wanted to write a domestic morning and i was hungry so this is what i came up with thank u anon i hope u like <3

➸ word count; 757 words

➸  julia; aged 2

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‘Good morning Julia,’ Yangyang feels the small girl’s tiny hands shaking him awake, ‘how’d you get in here?’

‘Door,’ she shrugs, like it is the most obvious thing in the world. 

Yangyang’s eyes flicker in that direction, seeing the door wide open, ‘yeah, you’re right there.’

‘I’m hungry,’ she complains, ‘can we have breakfast?’

Yangyang gently pulls Julia by the waist onto the bed with him for a cuddle.

‘What are you wanting?’ Yangyang asks, voice raspy while he nuzzles his nose into his daughter’s hair.

‘Pancakes,’ she replies simply, wriggling in his arms, ‘with sugar. And bacon.’

‘Hmm,’ Yangyang hums, trying to picture the state of your kitchen cupboards, ‘I don’t think we have pancake mix, angel.’

‘No pancakes?’

‘None in the kitchen,’ Yangyang thinks for a moment, ‘but how about we wake up mama and go out for pancakes? What do you think about that?’

‘I like it,’ Julia smiles, ‘Can I have my jammies?’

‘You want to go get pancakes in your jammies?’ 

‘Yeah.’

She’s so cute Yangyang thinks his heart may explode.

‘Perfect. Let’s wake mummy/mommy up now, ok?’

Julia rolls out of Yangyang’s arms and toddles to the other side of the bed, pulling herself up. She lays her tiny hand on your shoulder, shaking you.

‘Huh?’

‘Mama, we’re going for pancakes.’

Your eyes open to see your two year old hovering over you. 

‘Really? How exciting,’ you mumble, still half asleep.

You roll your head onto its side, looking at Yangyang, ‘who’s idea was that?’

‘Guilty,’ Yangyang grins cheekily, ‘Juli, you wanna wait for Mama and Dada to get dressed?’

‘Ok.’

She lays there, rambling on to either one of you about banana milkshakes and maple syrup while you and Yangyang pull cleaner sweats on. 

Once you’re all ready, Julia races off towards the front door, as fast as her little toddler legs could carry her.

’Time to go baby,’ Yangyang scoops her up in his arms, getting ready to make the short walk down the street. 

It’s only a five minute walk or so, but Julia is hungry and antsy, bouncing around in Yangyang’s arms. You trail along behind them, bunching up your hands in sweater paws to keep warm.

It’s still quite early, so the streets are pretty empty, the sun barely up in the sky.

As you approach the entrance, Julia begins squirming, ‘can you let me down please?’

‘Because you asked nicely,’ Yangyang pecks her cheek and sets her down on her feet, and each of you stand on either side of her, holding one hand each.

The hostess recognises the three of you, smiling brightly when she notices Julia.

‘Hiya Julie!’

‘Hi Miss,’ Julia is so cute when she’s shy, it makes Yangyang’s heart seize up.

The three of you sit in a corner booth, settling on the sofa chairs.

‘Are you just wanting your usuals?’ The hostess asks.

‘Jules?’ You double check, just in case the toddler is feeling indecisive.

‘I want them with bacon and syrup… and a milkshake?’

‘What do you say?’ Yangyang gives her a soft but stern look.

‘Please,’ Julia adds.

’So our usuals,’ you laugh, ‘thanks.’

She walks away, and you exchange a glance with Yangyang, ‘it’s probably slightly embarrassing that she knows our orders off by heart.’

Not long later the food arrives, and Yangyang, the forever doting father, cuts up Julia’s pancakes into bitesize pieces for her.

‘Do you need help with your fork Jules?’ 

‘I’m okay,’ she takes her little child fork, stabbing it into the pancake pieces and shovelling them into her mouth.

‘Tasty?’ You giggle at the syrup smeared all around her mouth.

‘Yeah,’ she answers simply, ‘good.’

Food is quickly devoured in mostly silence, occasionally Yangyang has to wipe around Julia’s mouth.

‘Are you all done?’ You ask her when the small amounts of pancake left stay untouched for a while.

‘All done,’ she echos, eyes drooping shut in food coma.

‘I think maybe it’s time for our morning nap,’ Yangyang mainly directs the statement to you.

‘Me too,’ you hum, ‘you may have to carry her though.’

‘That’s okay,’ Yangyang shuffles out of the booth, gently laying Julia on his chest.

She complains a bit, but eventually falls asleep on his shoulder.

‘I love our mornings,’ you’re back in the morning sun again, admiring your two favourite people in the whole world.

‘Me too,’ Yangyang agrees, leaning down to give you a kiss, ‘although I’m so happy we’ve tired her out. I need a bit of a nap now myself.’

‘My thoughts exactly.’

[georgiapeach30513]

Can we please get more James/Iris content? U can totally ignore this but missing my fav pair so much🥺

GOAH!! These two are such couple goals! When I created these I knew they would end up together, so I wanted them to just have such a mature relationship at an early age. James is such a fun loving, easy going person, and Iris has so many confidence issues. But James thinks she is just such the epitome of perfect wife.

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Mr. & Mrs. James Rogers

Summary:

Pairings: James Rogers X Iris Rogers

Rating:

Warnings: 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2K

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You give your daughter a soft smile when she steps into her dress.  Can see her mind racing as she takes a deep breath when you and Aster go to pull the white satin up her body.  With Story holding onto Posie and Lucy beside the two of them, her eyes fill with tears when her arms slip through the delicate lace sleeves.  "Look at mommy, sweet girl," Story coos taking a deep sniffle, wiping at her eyes.  "Icy, you look beautiful."

Stepping behind her, the two of you work together to zip her up, and then move out of the way for her to view herself in the mirror.  Immediately she starts fanning at her eyes, attempting to stop the tears, and you can't help but think she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.  Your sweet little baby, finally marrying her lifelong partner.  Her best friend turned man of her dreams.  The little boy that had a connection with your sweet baby the moment they met.  

All it took was two words, 'My dog,' for James to be captivated by her.  Getting to watch the two of them grow up.  The maturity of their relationship from so early on.  To the heart shattering time of her pregnancy during his capture.  Even their struggle when he came back a bit of a changed man.  His PTSD strong and overwhelming, especially coming home to find a daughter he didn't even know he had.  Aster wipes away the tears falling down her own face, cussing at her sister to stop.  "It's finally happening," Iris giggles.  "We used to pretend we were getting married.  Pretend we were married, and now...mama, I have his baby, and look at her," everyone turns to see the smiling two-year-old pulling at Story's dress, who tries to deter her from exposing herself.

"She reminds me so much of you, baby, but definitely has her daddy's outgoing personality," Iris takes a deep breath at that word, knowing that she still has to have her first look with Ransom and Frank.  "You don't have to."

"I want to.  I don't want them to see me right before walking down the aisle," she walks over to Story picking up and holding tightly to her precious toddler.  The baby that kept her sane during James' absence.  The baby that made James want to push through countless therapy sessions.  "Stay with your aunts and Mimi, okay?" Posie whispers out an okay before kissing her mom ever so sweetly.

"They're in the room across from ours.  The boys are down a different hallway.  When you get back, I believe it'll be time to switch gifts," you give her a quick wink as she goes to see her Daddy and Pops, and you're glad you aren't going to be apart of that blubbering mess.

Iris gives the door a soft knock, and Ransom turns around, telling her she can come on in.  Iris needing a moment with just him first.  Ransom the man that stepped up, and earned the right to be her father.  The man that loved her like his own flesh and blood, and sometimes even more.  His sweet daughter, the one that was far too hard on herself, with a determination to be perfect in everything she did.  With a soft, "Daddy," he turns to look at her.  His head tilts to the side, and he smiles through his tears.  Walking closer to him, she puts a hand on his cheek.  Ransom slowly closes his eyes, remembering rescuing the three of you, and that little baby first said dada.  His world from that point on was right.  And now here he stands with that same baby, and her hand pressed softly on his cheek whispering, "Daddy...Daddy say something.”

He puffs his cheeks out and releases a slow exhale, "I can't.  My God, you look beautiful.  It's almost like staring at your mother," his fingers trace down the lace.  The very lace that was designed to look like the one on your dress.  "My baby."

"Lucy's your baby."

"You and Az were my first.  I remember looking at the two of you in that hospital.  Couldn't even touch you, but I knew...you’re mine.  And now..." his fingers press into his tear ducts, trying to push the tears back in to no avail.  "I've gotta give you away to the bonehead."

"Tweedle Dee," she giggles through her tears.  "I'm not going anywhere."

"Yeah, you are.  You're going to your own home.  Have your own family, the family you pretended to have with Tweedle Dee.  You always knew didn't you?" she shakes her head up at him.  "I hate him for taking you away from me, but I love that he's worth it.  Icy, he's a good man.  One of the best.  He loves you like you deserve.  He's good to that baby.  He works so hard for his family, fuck if he isn't one of the nicest people, and I hate him for it," closing her eyes she laughs at her ridiculous father.  "I'm so happy for you and Posie.  There was a time I wasn't sure this day was going to come, but...we're here.  I want to hold you and keep you all to myself, but I think there's a Pops outside that wants some time with you, too."

"Daddy, I love you.  You were always my first love.  Thank you for loving me and my mom," Ransom only chokes out a you're welcome heading to the door.  Not even sparing a look at Frank, and he walks back to the bridal suite, going to hold you.  Needing some extra bit of attention after that.

"Hey, Pops," Frank smiles at his beautiful daughter.  A daughter he reluctantly let another man raise.  It was the right and fair thing to do, heaven knows he didn't deserve to raise her.  A daughter that was without a doubt conceived in love.  And the amount of times he wishes and begs to go back to that day and just introduce himself as Frank.  His eyes roam over her, looking almost angelic.  A near spitting image of you, with his eyes.  

"Wow," so many thoughts are running through his head, and he can't vocalize any of them.  It's overwhelming to see her so poised, and so sure of the man she's marrying.  A good man that adores her and her family.  A good father that will protect her daughter.  A fighter that will do anything he can to provide and take care of his family.  A man worthy of her hand, and one that thinks she's the most perfect thing on this earth.  "Sweetheart, I..." he licks the tears that drip down to his lips.  Frank is but a simple man, and with how beautiful his daughter looks, he can't think.  "I'm sure your dad had more to say?" she nods her head at him.  "Iris I'm proud you.  The woman you've become, how strong you are, you're such a good mom, and I know without a doubt, you're going to be a perfect wife to James.  Trust your heart," he leans forward giving her a sweet kiss to her cheek before walking out.

Iris returns to the bridal suite nervously walking around the room, waiting on the arrival of the best man with her gift.  Carter opens the door, and gives a quick look over at Story still holding onto Posie.  She shyly looks down at the girl, trying hard not to give him too many stares.  Walking over to Iris, he holds onto her wrists, "You look beautiful, Icy."

"How's he doing?"

"Awful.  I think he's passed out a few times.  The Sam Adams is helping a bit," you notice how the end of every sentence, he keeps looking back at Story.  Hoping that eventually they can pull themselves together when Ransom is in the room.

Iris's fingers tremble opening up the gift of a framed map, a heart around the place where they first met, a picture of the two of them as kids playing with Axel, and the date.  "Ugh, I love him so much I hate him," her finger rubs over the picture of the three of them.  Not remembering that moment, and still feeling like she does.  The smell of Thanksgiving and meeting her best friend and partner for life.  "We really were babies, mama."

She sets down the photo, and hands a box to Aster.  Carter and Aster walk out together, and she gives him a little elbow shrug, "You bring that girlfriend of yours?" he shakes his head no.  It's true he didn't bring her, but he's choosing to omit that she's actually here.  Looking beautiful as ever.  "He pick that gift out on his own?"

"You know James is nothing but the most obviously softest man in the world, Az.  Yes, that sap picked that out on his own."

"Well, what would the great Carter Baizen get his fiancé on her wedding day?"

He giggles at her, "Which gift?  I'd start with a necklace, that'd be the day before the wedding.  But the day of the wedding," he goes to open the door, knowing as soon as the words come out of his mouth, she may think too hard about it.  May know exactly who he’s referring to, "A tiara."

Aster rolls her eyes, not even thinking about the comment, handing Iris's sappy little gift to James.  Her eyes look her basically brother up and down, looking very handsome in his Army blues as he opens up a shadow box.  The two of their outfits from her parents wedding all pressed inside, with an engraved, 'My forever wedding date'.  "You two are the perfect pair.  Just mush spewing out of you."

James laughs because he wants to cry.  A little photo of the two of them dancing in their outfits.  "Mom," Aster tells him, and he looks up at her.  "Mom keeps everything.  She knew that you two were going to be something.  Asked Steve for your suit.  It's was Iris's idea for the gift though.  Well, I'll see you two in just a moment."

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Iris stands to the side watching Lucy hold the hand of Posie who just wants to run to her daddy.  His bright and shining face watching the most perfect daughter try to drag her aunt down the aisle, but Lucy is more stubborn.  Holding her ground and trying to smile through it.  His eyes look from his daughter, back to the doors, knowing it's almost time.  Seeing a little sliver of Ransom's arm.

"Please, don't let me fall," she whispers up at him.  

"Wouldn't dream about it angel," he leans over to peak at you picking up Posie, handing her a little applesauce pack to distract her.  "Let's go."

He steps to the side pulling Iris and Frank with him.  The two of them walking her down the aisle, but everyone only stares at a James sobbing.  His hands wiping away the tears that continue to cascade down his cheeks.  Reaching the front the two men struggle to give her away.  Neither wanting to, even though they know she's right where she belongs.  Stepping aside to let her hand her bouquet to Aster, holding both of his hands.  The two of them in their own little bubble as they say their vows of a lifelong love.

You have no worries about this union.  They've always been perfect for each other, no matter which stage they were in.  The moment they met everything was so easy, so right.  And seeing them now, overcoming everything that they had.  Created the most perfect baby girl, who was happy and thriving.  Giggling at her sniffling parents who struggle to say their vows.  But when, "You may now kiss the bride," is said, and they hold each other tight, not even coming up for air.  They had finally made it.  

Ransom clears his throat, but they continue to kiss.  His head shakes and he looks around the venue, returning to see them still lip locked, and you give him an elbow, reminding him how you didn't want to let go either.  "Let her breathe!" he says loud enough for James to hear.  James pulls back, the two of them taking a deep breath before crashing their lips back together.  "Oh, good grief."

Everyone laughs at your ridiculously dramatic husband, but when Posie screams a 'Daddy!' the two finally pull apart.  "I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. James Rogers," walking down the aisle, to get Posie until fully leaving as an official family of three.

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hoshi; vowels and veracity (m)

summary: after a blind date that makes you feel like a giddy teenager all over again, you’re forced to grow up and take a chance when you realize that special someone is your daughter’s kindergarten teacher. pairing: teacher!soonyoung x single mother!reader genre/warnings: fluffity fluff nuggets, humor, a lil bit of angst when yn panics, *steve rogers voice* language! alcohol, unprotected sex (wrap the pickle before u tickle), face sitting w/c: 5.2k a/n: i really have nothing to say about this but i’ve been thinking about going back to school all week so this manifested. enjoy a lil sexy but sweet hosh💕 

“Y-you,” another giggle and the press of wet lips to the sensitive spot of your neck, “stop, Soonyoung! I’m ticklish there!” 

You feel a pout imprint itself in the sweet spot between your ear and your jaw, and you sigh at the rumble of his lips against your skin, “But you taste so sweet, baby,” he croons, and you’re practically melting between the door with how much Soonyoung has pressed himself against you, all of himself. 

“What if I don’t wanna stop, pretty girl?” he husks against your soft skin, whispering things in your ear that aren’t for the faint of heart. In your haste to keep a firm grip, one hand goes to his clothes and the other nips at the undercut of his midnight black hair, “what if I just open the door right now and we slip right in, and then I slip right in you?” 

Your breath hitches and suddenly your core feels like a timebomb, ready to combust. 

Go on a date, Joshua says. He’s a sweet guy, Joshua says. He’s a friend of Joshua’s, so you know going into this blind date that at the very least, he wasn’t a serial killer. But what Joshua failed to tell you going into this was how much Kwon Soonyoung packed and how much of a temptor in disguise he is. 

“I really would love to invite you in,” it looks like it pains Soonyoung to admit this, as he presses his forehead to yours and the edge of his fingers dig into your crushed emerald velvet number, “but tomorrow’s the first day of work and I am not emotionally prepared. But, I do want to see you again. I had a great time.” 

The previous mood melting into the night sky, you reluctantly let go of the lapels of his tweed blazer. Unable to suppress your crestfallen smile you nod, “That’s fine,” you reply, inching away from him to send him a pointed look, “I wouldn’t have gone inside anyway. I don’t put out on the first date,” you cross your arms in an attempt to feign nonchalance.  

Which isn’t a lie, although if Soonyoung had asked you two minutes ago to come inside for a cup of tea, you wouldn’t have argued. He is just that tempting. Said date raises an eyebrow in response, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear at the defiance in your eyes. “Oh?” he echoes, “then what date do you put out?” 

“Date seven.” 

“Lucky seven,” he grins, “so if we go on a date every day this week by Friday we should be good to go. How do you feel about steak?” 

You slap his shoulder in his response, and the giggle that erupts from his lips in response has you feeling dizzy and giddy with excitement. Soonyoung has you feeling like a college freshman all over again, floating like Cloud 9 and drunk in anticipation. You peck one, two more kisses on his lips. He tastes like the peach champagne you shared and his own scent as he pulls you in for a much longer, much hotter kiss. 

“Good luck on your first day,” you mumble against his lips, vaguely remembering that he’s a teacher in a school nearby. 

“Mm, text me when you get home,” and with a final kiss to your forehead he unlocks his door, leaving you warm and full of heart-eyes on his front porch. 

The walk home, more like float home, has you feeling all parts exhausted and hopeful for the days to come. For the first time in a long time you feel young and unbridled, thrumming with excitement. Now you’re just playing with your phone, waiting to exchange goodnight texts. 

“Nari’s asleep,” when you walk into your shared apartment, you spot a sleepy Seungkwan on his laptop and sprawled across your couch. “How was it?” 

“It was reealllly nice,” you’re still a little wine tipsy, drunk on the taste of Merlot and a certain someone’s kisses, “he was really sweet, and surprisingly sexy.” 

“Did you get dicked down?” Seungkwan asks only the most important questions. 

You scoff, flopping down on the couch next to him, “As if, we have work in the morning.” 

“Speaking of work, are you sure you’re not able to drop off Nari to school tomorrow? It’s her first day of kindergarten.” 

“I can’t,” saying it feels absolutely awful, but a single mother has to work extra hard to keep her and her daughter happy. 

“It’s fine,” Seungkwan easily waves you off and runs a hand through his fluffy auburn hair, “her favorite Uncle is there, anyway.” 

“Hey,” you lightly punch his arm, “I’ve already talked Nari through it. I’m cooking a big breakfast tomorrow—chocolate chip pancakes, duh, and taking a million pictures before we have to part ways. I packed a little Kit-Kat for her lunch with a sweet note. When I come back in time for dinner I promised her pizza from her favorite parlor and she can tell me everything about her day.” 

“So, you’re bribing her with food.” 

“Sue me, it’s every parent’s weak spot.” 

Seungkwan stretches his arms, cradling you between his chest. You sigh into his clean linen scent, feeling sleepy. “Yeah, I’ve bribed her with my Switch once or twice,” he admits softly, eyes also drooping, “but you’re a great mother regardless. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything tomorrow.” 

“Thanks, Kwannie,” you sigh, feeling more at ease. 

Nari is the light of you and Seungkwan’s life. Five years ago, you promised yourself that if you were more than financially stable and still sick with baby fever, you would adopt. You didn’t want to find a romantic partner for the sole purpose of having a child, you could easily do that on your own. And that you did, you researched and visited foster homes off in the countryside. 

In a little town off the coast of the shore was where you met Nari, only six months old and full with cherub cheeks and eyes that sparkled like the moon and stars. You fell in love with her instantly. Fast forward five years later and she’s the reason you wake up every morning and work hard every day. Seungkwan being your best friend, also wanted rights as the godfather and therefore is also part of your perfect family picture. 

You and Seungkwan sleep warmly tonight, both excited to share yet another year of Nari’s milestones. 

“And then Mr. Kwon said I was an ‘ace’ with my vowels!” Nari has a string of cheese hanging from her chin, and you don’t bat an eye as you reach to pat it away with a napkin. 

“I wouldn’t expect any less, baby,” you coo, carding a hand through her hair so her bangs don’t get caught in her meal, “remember when mommy and Uncle Kwannie taught you the vowels this summer? We sang that song.” 

“Yes! I sang the same song and showed everyone how ‘ta do it,” your heart is swelling with pride, and you fight the urge to tear up because Seungkwan’s already showing signs of waterworks from his side of the table, “I read a book Mr. Kwon gave me today and he said he’s so impressed I read at a Level B.” 

You quirk your brows at the new jargon. You certainly don’t know what it means to be a Level B, but it makes Nari happy and that’s all that matters. Wiping the orange grease off her lips, you muse that you must get in contact with her teacher one of these days.

“What’s a Level B?” Seungkwan similarly looks stumped at the new vocabulary. 

“I don’t know!” Nari shrugs, but nevertheless her teacher’s attention has her glowing. 

You giggle, “I’m so happy for you, baby.” 

“I’m excited to go back tomorrow, I made a new friend! His name is Jeonghan and he helped me with my numbers today. He called my bows cute.” 

“Cute?” Seungkwan perks up from his stupor, “of course you’re cute, Nari. So cute that you’re too good for this Jeonghwan boy.” 

“Jeonghan, Uncle Kwannie,” she pouts when Seungkwan scoffs, in favor of shoving half a slice in his mouth. She turns to you, tugging on your blazer, “Mama, can I go watch TV now? I finished my homework and I wanna see the new Ladybug and Cat Noir!” 

“Of course,” you pull away her plate, gesturing for her to go to the living room. 

“Thank you mama,” and she’s bouncing off her seat, pushing her chair in and off to watch Miraculous Ladybug. 

You sigh, “They grow up so fast.” 

Seungkwan’s eyes widen at your age-old phrase, the words reminding him oddly of his parents when they used to talk down to him. “And here we are, aging twice as fast,” Seungkwan bemoans, already starting to feel the greasy food settle in his stomach. “We used to eat a whole pie! We could eat absolute garbage back in college and here I am weak at two slices—oh my god, am I having a ‘back in my day’ moment? We need to go out. I need to go out. I’ve been practicing consonants and vowels all day. I need a boyfriend,” he playfully narrows his eyes at you, “I need a boyfriend like yours, sweet and sexy.” 

“Sorry,” you stick out your tongue, “but he’s mine.” 

Perfect timing, Soonyoung’s name pops up on your phone. You two have been texting sporadically throughout the day, making plans for your next date. The two of you are going to watch a drive-in movie, a situation that screams teenage-back-of-the-truck-sex but the movie is a much anticipated favorite of yours and you genuinely want to watch it. 

Soonyoung is full of humor and laughs, getting you to smile and relax at the right times during work and always manages to keep you on your toes whenever he says something flirtatious. 

“Are you gonna introduce him to Nari?” 

You stop typing, and look up towards your beautiful little girl in the living room. Her hair is out of her pigtails, drooping tiredly like she is. Her cheek is pressed against her favorite plush cat, fighting for consciousness because she’s waiting for Marinette to save the day. Your heart swells with affection. 

“Dunno,” you shrug, trying not to think too hard about it, “we’re not that serious right now.” 

You’re absolutely winded. You finished work early today, due to the fact that came in early so you could clock out and pick Nari up from school. Despite the fact that Nari says it’s okay for you not to pick her up, you can’t allow it and you want to be the one who she runs into when she comes out the door. 

“Who do you think she’s gonna hug first?” Seungkwan’s elbowing you, baiting you. “Because this morning she gave me a hug and three kisses before I dropped her off.” 

“Three?” you seethe in annoyance, “three kisses is our thing! Two on the cheek and one on the forehead!” 

The two of you slowly steep together, waiting for the colorful blue door to the kindergarten area to file out. The heel of your shoes are digging into the grass, probably making a needle-like  indentation in the dirt as you struggle not to seep into the lawn. You feel like you’re going to flop on your heels, wishing you could go run back into the car and find your flip-flops from last month’s beach trip. But before you could debate on the run the bell rings, and you’re on livewire when you see the students start to file out. 

Your smile grows ten-fold when you see Nari’s jaw drop in surprise, seeing you waiting for her. She fists whatever is in her hands in surprise, breaking into the cutest smile as she screams, “mama!” 

And you’re ready to hold your arms out and throw her around in circles, until you see who follows right behind her. 

Kwon Soonyoung is Nari’s kindergarten teacher. Kwon Soonyoung with his hair down and untextured, wearing a mint polo and looking nothing like the date you had the other night. He looks absolutely soft and so, you are weak. 

Kwon Soonyoung, the sexy deviant who sends you questionable texts and sends you funny puppy videos, is staring right at you and utterly confused when Nari rams straight into your hip. 

Momentarily distracted, you pepper your pretty daughter in kisses (all three of them, two cheeks and one forehead) and tell her how much you’ve missed her. Clearly she doesn’t miss you as much, as she’s waving around a picture she drew during playtime, one of her and Jeonghan in the sandbox. 

“Really, Nari,” Seungkwan mutters under his breath, shamelessly vocalizing his opinion on a five-year old, “can’t you choose a different friend?” 

“Seungkwan!” you chide, but he pointedly annoys you when Nari finally enters Seungkwan’s embrace. He takes extra time to cuddle her, obviously jealous that another boy has taken refuge in your little Nari’s heart. 

The moment is so sweet and simple you have no choice but to revel in it and take out your phone to snap a photo. 

“Mama!” she pops her head off of Seungkwan’s shoulder, “come meet Mr. Kwon!”

And she’s tugging your hand, only you’re much stronger and you stay firmly planted on the grass. Heck, you even sacrifice your shoes by digging your heels in for extra measure.Your eyes widen in panic, but Nari doesn’t notice because she’s paving a path of dirt with her lime green light-up sneakers, trying to get you to move. You nearly forgot your latest tryst is your daughter’s teacher, and you never told him you have a kid. 

But within seconds, there’s an audible slam and the three of you are shattered from your bubble. Turning to the noise the heavy navy door is now locked shut, all the students dismissed for the day. The crowd is gone. Soonyoung is gone. 

Seungkwan’s eyes dart between the closed door and you, the pieces clicking. His mouth forms a little ‘o’ and he nods in understanding. “He thinks I’m your baby daddy.” 

The two of you point out each other like the Spiderman meme. “He thinks you’re my baby daddy,” you echo, horror marrying your face. 

“Mama? What’s a baby daddy?” 

“Shh, Nari—” he picks up Nari in one swoop, mouthing a go to you as he leads her to the car. 

All alone on the grass, you panic as you watch your family grow smaller and smaller as they enter the parking lot. Soonyoung’s just behind that door, right? Looking left and right to assure no one is going to think you’re being that parent and harassing the teacher within the first week of school, you bound up the steps to knock on the door. Your knocks clang heavily, echoing against the building. 

Ten seconds pass. Nothing. 

You deflate, pulling out your phone to shoot Soonyoung a quick text. 

You: hey, can you come out for a bit so i can explain? Please

A minute passes. He leaves you on read. Defeated, you slump against the door. This day is really a whirlwind on your mental state. All you wanted today was some extra time off work, Nari’s three kisses, and maybe a goodnight text from Soonyoung if you were lucky. 

The door suddenly flips open, and you’re braced against someone’s hands. 

“Whoa, you okay?”

Your face crumples in relief when it’s Soonyoung that’s come out to respond to you. He’s bracing your weight by holding your arms between his hands, although keeping a respectable distance between the upper half of your bodies. It makes you a little upset, but you understand. Once you’re stable, he lets you go and leans away from you.

“Why are you waiting out here?” he asks pointedly, looking at you up and down. You seem terribly overdressed in your coral pinstripe suit, mismatching with Soonyoung’s apple sauce stains. 

“Why do you think I’m waiting out here?”

“And if I close the door again?” he retorts suddenly. 

“Then I’ll follow you home.” 

A beat passes, whatever expression he conveys on his face is practiced and primed. You have a terrible time trying to decipher his blankness. Working with kids probably does that to an adult. “Come in,” he says neutrally, and you wordlessly follow him into his classroom. 

The room is decorated beautifully, with rainbows and glitter. It’s also surprisingly organized, all the crayons in place and the play area free of stray toys. Your eyes instantly search for Nari’s desk, and a small smile fits on your face as you trace her handmade name tag. 

“Normally, I don’t let parents in my room until it’s Back to School Night,” Soonyoung says, leaning against his desk. It makes you terribly nervous, knowing the ball is in your court and he’s waiting for you to make a move. His carefree, easy going nature is nowhere to be found, and all you see is walls and a mean poker face. He pulls up the sleeves of his polo, exposing pale, strong arms. Your mouth waters a little (you can’t help it!) and you immediately reach for a bottle of water in your purse. “So, what is it you have to say?” 

“Seungkwan’s not my baby daddy,” you blurt, and you immediately blanch when Soonyoung’s eyes widen. “Wow uh. I didn’t mean to say it like that.” 

“But you did say it like that,” Soonyoung replies slowly, “no child just doesn’t give three kisses to someone who isn’t their father.” 

“I only called him my baby daddy because he said it first,” you grumble, almost childishly, “and Nari’s a baby, of course she’s going to give three kisses to anyone that feeds her and coddles her.” 

“It sounds like an excuse.”��

“It sounds like I’m freaking out because you keep talking back and forth like this!” you cry, slapping your hands against your thigh. You don’t have to look in a mirror to know that you’re quickly getting annoyed, your face morphing into a shade of embarrassment. You can’t tell if this is amusing him or this is a real interrogation. “Let me explain, Soonyoung!” 

He says your name slowly, deliberately. And then, “do you want to take a break in the Calm Down Corner?” 

“The—the what?” Soonyoung’s eyes flicker to a corner at the far end of the room. The radiator is decorated in a sky blue wallpaper, and there’s a yoga mat on the floor. There are chairs next to a desk filled with coloring pages, decorated with fairy lights. Filling three of the chairs are various stuffed animals, a tiger, a cat, and a panda, all dressed as doctors. It’s a child’s therapy corner. “You gotta be kidding me.” 

He raises a brow, and—is that a smile on his lips? “Then explain, why are you here?” 

“Because I think I really like you,” you confess, frustration melting away to reveal the uneasy upturn on your lips. You lied when Seungkwan asked if you would ever consider introducing Soonyoung to Nari. In a different world, you would’ve loved to take the time to take Nari to the museum and introduce Soonyoung there. They’d definitely bond over their love for tigers. “Seungkwan is my best friend, and helps me take care of Nari. I adopted her five years ago.” 

Something softens in Soonyoung’s eyes, and the air feels much more relaxed. But his dark brows remain knit together, and he looks at you with confused eyes. “Then if you like me so much, why didn’t you tell me you had a daughter?”

“Because kids can be deal breakers,” you admit, and the colorful classroom feels smaller as you hug yourself. “I just, wanted you to like me first.” 

It’s the primary reason why it’s taken you so long to date. Sure, there’d be a fling here and there, but nothing that feels as tangible as Soonyoung is. You’re not old enough to find a partner that wouldn’t blink at the sign of children, yet you’re still at that weird age threshold where a partner could immediately run for the hills at the mention of one. Nothing will top Nari, she’s number one in your heart, but the small selfish part wanted you to put the focus on yourself for just one night. 

“You don’t have to hide, I want every part of your life no matter how long we have,” he assures you gently, firmly without an ounce of regret. Soonyoung opens his arms, and you cry in relief when you get to collapse in the scent of his cologne. You tuck your head in the crook of his neck, slightly sweaty from whatever activities he needs to do with the kids, but you don’t mind. His voice is quiet, melting in your ears, “and I really like you too. I really like Nari as well, she’s a great kid.” 

“She is, isn’t she?” 

You two pull away, and he swipes a thumb under your eyes in case some tears manage to escape. “So, Friday? Movie?” 

“It’s a date.” 

“Where’s Nari?” the question is huffed against your breath as you’re pressed between your freshly washed bedspread and Soonyoung’s body. He takes care in making sure the zipper of your delicate dress doesn’t get caught in the rush, easily slipping your dress off and throwing it on your desk chair. 

“At Seungkwan’s, why?” 

His cheshire cat eyes glow under the moonlight, positively devious. “It’s date seven,” he announces sweetly. His gaze betrays his saccarine reply, a look that only tells you that Soonyoung plans to fuck you five ways to Sunday, and you’ll gladly let him. 

You sit up on your elbows, enjoying the show as Soonyoung quickly sheds his clothing. It’s ungraceful, exciting. Tonight was a simple carnival date, easily making you feel like a giddy college student all over again. Soonyoung won you five Pokemon keychains today, you could put a whole party on your hand. 

“It’s actually date six,” you tease, tilting your head as his pants finally come off, revealing black boxer briefs that snug deliciously around the waist. 

“Oh, okay,” he looks at you like you’ve spoken God’s word, reaching to pick up his shirt, “so you don’t want my dick fucking you raw tonight? Okay, I see how it is,” he pretends to put on his clothing, jabbing a thumb out the door. 

You have the audacity to giggle, pulling him over by the waistband, “Come here so I can make an exception.”

You don’t know what it is that makes you want you want to give everything to this man. Heck, five years ago you didn’t even want a man as an excuse to have kids. But as he nudges you in all the right places and places you on top of him, you know this man will treat you like an absolute treasure. Every kiss is laced with smiles and sweetness, filled with vigor and vivacity that fills you up and leaves you afloat. 

He takes care of you first, unwilling to let you budge as he places your core over his face. He makes quick, but effective use of his tongue and fingers, making sure you’re nice and sensitive for his future plans. You’re practically throbbing with pleasure, vibrating from every cell of your body. Within minutes he’s glistening in your arousal, and he pulls you down so you’re lined up with his crotch. It’s involuntary when you pulse against his member, your body shamefully alerting you that it’s desperate with need, and the remedy is right under you. 

Soonyoung looks more satisfied than you, eager to please you. Without warning, he stuffs two fingers in your mouth, “You pretty, pretty girl,” you are keen at the attention, your body is glowing a radiant rose. 

Your tongue rolls against his fingers, sticky and tasting of your arousal. Tilting your hips up you let Soonyoung pull his member out, lining it against your entrance. Feeling the soft tip brush against your delicate folds, you moan against his mouth. With a little ‘pop’ he releases you, lips shiny and parted. 

“I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of hit-it-n’quit-it kind of guy,” he noses the sensitive spot of your jawline, which distracts you momentarily when the plush tip nudges your folds, coaxing you to unite. “Because after tonight, I’m definitely keeping you. Forever.” 

The reply that dances on your tongue is overtaken by your whines when Soonyoung slips in fully, forcing your body to clench tightly against his. You take him, all of him. You feel wet and sticky and hot and swollen with affection as Soonyoung praises you for taking him so well. His pace is firm and passionate, short nails digging deliciously into your hips for leverage as he makes sure to fill you to the brim. 

He’s right, tonight is far from being a means to an end. You feel like you can have nights like this the rest of your life. And when the both of you finish and you’re pulling the covers over one another, you finally manage to grasp the reply that was nearly forgotten. 

Pressing a kiss to his jaw you whisper, “I’m keeping you, too.” 

“So, how long can we keep this a secret for?”

“Ideally? Ten months. Realistically, I’d say Christmas.” 

“Why Christmas?” 

“Because I know you’re going to be dying to get Nari a Christmas present.” 

Soonyoung props his elbow on the pillow, looking at you petulantly. “I could say it’s a good behavior reward. She’s been racking up those gold stars during morning meetings, babe. She’s not even trying.” 

“That’s my girl,” you coo, rolling over to lean your head on his chest. Light has long flooded into your apartment, seeping through your curtains and reflecting on your white duvet. Soonyoung looks absolutely fluffy and well rested, and you can’t help but reach to pat down the ebony bird’s nest atop his head. 

The two of you lay like that for a little bit, playing with each other’s cold feet under the covers and relishing under the touch of bare skin to bare skin. You remind yourself that you need to take Joshua out to dinner one of these days, as he managed the inevitable and set you up with  an amazing partner. 

“Breakfast?” Soonyoung pops the question easily, “let’s get steak.”

“Steak isn’t eaten for breakfast.” 

“Then can I eat you for breakfast?” 

You snort, hiding under the covers while Soonyoung attempts to tickle you. The whole act in itself feels wholly innocent despite the fact that you’re both naked and smell like sweat and sex. Just as you feel Soonyoung’s head dip under the covers to meet you at your chest, the door swings open. 

“Mama!” 

The previously warm room feels like wickedly sharp ice, freezing you to your spot as you clutch the covers closer to your chest. “Baby!” you cry exasperatedly, flinching when she throws all her weight on you. She’s still in her ladybug pajamas from last night, hair falling out of her braid. 

She lifts her head from your breast to give you an adorable one-toothed grin. You try your best to maintain eye-contact, but Nari has impeccable vision. Her grin evolves into a full-on beam when she finds your bed partner.

“Mr. Kwon!” she’s squealing, clamoring over your lap. You do a double-take when you see Soonyoung sitting next to you, wearing a t-shirt. Where on earth did he get that?

Soonyoung’s eyes reduce to crescents at his (secretly) favorite student. “Good morning, Nari-ah. Had a fun time at your Uncle’s house?” 

“Nari,” you force your daughter down to stand on the hardwood, giving her a stern look, “give Mr. Kwon some space, it’s really early and it’s the weekend.” 

Knitting her brows together, she looks between the two of you, “But you two don’t have any space.” 

You wince at her perception, and nudge yourself away so you’re pressed against your nightstand. The oakwood corner digs painfully into your back. 

“We were haviång a very special parent meeting,” you fight the urge to cry when Soonyoung turns on his teacher's voice, sending your daughter a very convincing smile. You watch as your daughter’s eyes go wide, probably feeling very special that her teacher came all the way to her house to have a meeting. “You’ve been doing so well during the read-alouds that I had to tell your mama in person!” 

“I told you mama!” Nari juts out her chest, and you lean over to kiss the crown of her head. “But Mr. Kwon, why are you having it in mama’s room?” 

“Her room is the warmest!” he says like it’s the most obvious thing, his and Nari’s eyes widening simultaneously as he gestures to the open window. “The sun travels directly into your bedroom in the morning, and those rays send heat—”

“Mr. Kwon,” your voice is as steady as it can be, and  you frown when Soonyoung wiggles his brows. You already know he’s thinking of three separate ways you can use the term Mr. Kwon in private, but you’re not having any of that, “shouldn’t we uh, wrap up this… meeting?” 

“I wanna stay,” Nari glowers, obviously nosy as to what you two are talking about.

“I know baby. We just gotta finish up the meeting, okay? Can you—” you cut  yourself off when Seungkwan finally decides to make his appearance, eyes wide at commotion he’s created. He’s in matching pajamas, ridiculously red as he bends down to scoop up Nari. Absolutely sweating and as red as his clothes, his eyes dart between the two of you. You could care less that Seungkwan’s eyes have bags under their bags, and was probably too tired to catch her when she ran inside the house. No, Seungkwan doesn’t deserve the title of godfather anymore. 

“Nari! You can’t interrupt teacher meetings,” Seungkwan pretends to scold, and Nari turns her head so she can hide in her Uncle’s shoulder. 

Knowing that Nari can’t see a thing, you mouth a very explicit I will kill you to your best friend, and he immediately mouths an apology to the both of you as he ushers himself out the door. You wait ten seconds for your daughter to be out of ear shot, before dropping the blanket from your neck and throwing yourself against the pillows. 

But Soonyoung’s chuckling, pressing a litany of kisses all over your bare body in an attempt to comfort you. Instead of reveling in his lazy morning touch, you want to disappear between the sheets, never to be seen. What will the PTO moms say when they find out? How will you stop Nari from telling Jeonghan, and therefore Jeonghan telling the entire kindergarten population? Why isn’t Soonyoung freaking out about this? Instead, he favors to taste your body, in between kisses muttering something about it being kismet that Nari so happened to see right as you were discussing the secrecy of your relationship. Ten years from now, your daughter will be horrified when she realizes that no, teachers don’t normally give housecalls in your mother’s bed.

Your boyfriend pinches your thigh, regarding you with mirth in his eyes. 

“So, that means I can buy her a Christmas present now, right?”