#more babies snuggle me and nap on me challenge

[sunnibits]

babies at work always be picking me to be their designated Mom of the Day™️ despite the fact that I am absolutely the LEAST comfortable person to cuddle with in the room. like bestie you literally chose the worst seat in the house and for what. I guess that’s how I know my vibes are good as hell 💪💪

[thisisawonderfulusername]

sir snuggles henry!sherlock holmes x reader requested by: anon summary: your niece finds the help of sherlock holmes to find her teddy bear. warnings: a child? just fluff lol word count: 1.3k a/n: i'm back baby, and with 2 new obsessions (sherlock and wakanda forever lol). thank you for this request!!! sherlock would be an amazing father and you can't change my mind on that

your niece, iris, was practically the light of your life. not having your own kids to take care of, your brother and his wife were more than happy to leave her with you for short periods of time. 

this summer, he got assigned a month long trip out of london for work, and he wanted to take the opportunity to have a small 'couple's retreat' and they were more than happy to leave iris with you.

it's only been a little more than a week out of the 4 she'll be with you, but it's already proving to be a challenge.

today, was a whole new level of trouble with her.

after you guys had gotten home from the park, you had put her in bed for a nap- but the problem was, she didn't stay there. before you had put her there, she was going on about her stuffed bear- sir snuggles- and how she lost it.

you told her you'd find it after her nap, but clearly that wasn't a good enough answer for her. 

while you read in the living room, she hatched a plan for getting her bear back.

"have you seen sherlock holme's latest case in the papers? my, he's a clever one." you look over the daily newspaper as you speak to your dear friend, a smile on your face. 

"attractive, too.” she responds with a grin. “have you heard of sherlock holmes, sweety?" the lady you were with asked iris, and at the time she shook her head and listened as the two of you went on about this famous detective. 

iris' eyes widen at the memory. "sherlock holmes!" he'd surely be able to find her beloved sir snuggles, you were constantly talking about the cases of his that had been published, expressing how smart he was.

peeking her head out of the room, she saw that you had your back turned, so she ran to the back door where she snuck out into the backyard. 

she'd have to find sherlock holmes and get him on this case.

-

flat two-twenty-one b was quiet as sherlock sat in one of his armchairs, papers from recent cases strewn about as he flipped through the newspaper. 

the day was a boring one, having no new cases to solve and no one to chat with.

he would have gone to the park or the market for a stroll, but he already had everything he would need here and he didn’t see a reason to leave.

so sitting and reading it was.

that was until there was a knock at the door. he looked up at it for a moment, almost wondering if it was a figment of his imagination, but sure enough there was another few knocks after a moment of no reply.

he stood from his chair, tossing the newspaper to the side and going to open the door. when it opened, he saw no one.

but then he heard a small voice.

"mr sherlock holmes?"

he looks down, and surprisingly, there's a little girl gazing up at him. 

his eyebrow raises and he glances up and down the hall for someone who could possibly be her guardian. when he saw no one, he looked back at her. "yes?"

a bright smile spreads across her face at the confirmation. "i’m iris. i lost my teddy bear. can you help me find him?"

"i'm not sure about that," he says wearily, "perhaps we should get you back to your mother."

she shakes her head, "she's not home, mr sherlock." she tells him, "i'm with my aunt y/n. she always says how clever you are." she smiles brightly.

he chuckles softly, rubbing the back of his neck, "really? well, you must be worrying her, so how about you-"

"-it'll only be quick, sir!" she pleads, "sir snuggles needs me."

hearing the name she appointed the bear, he sighs softly. he notices the dirt on the skirt of her dress, "have you been to the park today, miss iris?"

her face lights up at his question, "how did you know?" she questions, amazed.

"you have dirt on your skirt." he grabs his coat, stepping out of his flat. "let's go find this sir snuggles."

-

"why, that looks like it could be your footprint, doesn't it?" he points out in the dirt as he crouched down.

she gasps as she sees it, placing her foot in the print to see if it matches with her shoe. "it is!" she says excitedly.

sherlock can't help the smile on his face, "well, let's follow your steps, then. that should lead us to sir snuggles."

iris nods her head, not giving him a chance to properly stand up before she starts running in the direction the prints came from. he quickly follows.

a minute later, they pass a tree, and something catches his eye. he stops, looking over and seeing a small bear on the ground next to the trunk.

"is this sir snuggles?" he calls out to the girl who was still running along, picking up the stuffed animal and brushing some dirt off of the fabric.

when she turns, he watches as her jaw drops. "it is!" she yells, running back to him. "thank you, mr holmes!" 

"well, i couldn't have done it without your help." he smiles as he hands it back to her. 

there seems to be a light in her eyes, "do you think i could be a detective?" she asks hopefully. 

the question warms his heart, "it looks like you're well on your way. let's get you home shall we?"

as she led him down the sidewalk, they heard a sudden shriek.

"iris!" you grab attention from passing people when you see her, "iris, you get over here right now!"

it's then that you notice the man holding her hand and your eyes widen.

"you! get away from her!"

sherlock is surprised by the fact that a crazed woman has come from seemingly nowhere, yelling at him to get away from the young girl he had befriended- which he does admit, seems pretty suspicious. 

"but aunty y/n, it's sherlock holmes!" she tells you excitedly as you run to her. 

hearing the name, your eyes widen. "what-"

"you're always saying how clever he is, so i asked him to help find my bear!" she holds up the stuffed animal, "and he did!"

it's as if all words in your vocabulary disappeared into thin air, leaving you to stare in shock.

when he realizes you're not going to say anything, sherlock clears his throat. "it's, uh, a pleasure to meet you."

you're broken out of your disbelief and you blink a few times. "yes, same to you- iris, you shouldn't have left and you certainly shouldn't have bothered mr holmes." you scold.

"but aunty, i couldn't find sir snuggles." she pouts. 

"it's no bother, really." sherlock chuckles, "do you happen to be the aunt who, so i've heard, says i'm clever?"

heat begins to rise to your face and you look from him, to iris, and back to him. "well, plenty of folks say that, mr holmes." you clear your throat.

"but you and your friends always say he's very attractive!" iris pops in, causing your breath to catch in your throat for a moment. how much had she been listening to your conversations?

avoiding eye contact with sherlock, you shoot a pointed look at iris. this girl just loves to embarrass you. "i think we should be going now." you take a quick turn on the subject. 

you spare a quick glance to him as you grab your niece's hand, "i'm terribly sorry for the bother." 

"it's really okay-" you turn on your heel and quickly begin to walk away, until his voice raises slightly, "wait, miss!"

you pause, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lip. you glance down at iris, before looking behind you and seeing him swiftly making his way toward you. "yes?" you ask, slightly nervous as he looks at you.

"i didn't catch your name." 

[dreamersville]

hi lovelyyy can you do a "theyre the type to-" but fluff edition for the bnha men?? pleaseee🥹 thank youu

an? hiii loveee! ofc i could do this for youu, especially when you ask so nicely🥰💜💜! i hope this was what you were looking for .. lmk if it not and i would happily do something else for you ml🫡💜. thank you requesting i had a lot of fun writing this for you. request are open

pairings? bakugou x reader, kirishima x reader, todoroki x reader, sero x reader, tamaki x reader, iida x reader, shinsou x reader, denki x reader, mina x reader

tw? none that i know of .. lmk if there are any 💜

you mean like how katsuki is the type to just pick you up from wherever you are, sitting where you were then placing you in his lap expecting you to continue on like nothing was happening ?? Kiris likes this too, but not as aggressive as katsuki. He tries to refrain from doing it too much until you tell him that you actually like to be manhandled sometimes. Now he's doing it as often as katsuki, but still not quite as aggressive as him.

shoto would definitely be the type to stare at you. you could be doing anything it doesn't matter this man eyes will be locked on you. you always catch him too but he still wouldnt look away. you don't see any harm in it so you just let him continue. sometimes you would walk past him and give you a kiss. sero would also be caught looking at you, but isn't shameless enough to keep staring after getting caught, but just because you caught him doesn't mean that he won't be right back to looking after you turn back to what you were doing.

nobody finna tell me my sweet baby tamaki wouldn't get all flustered when you're attention is on him. he was talking to mirio about how a different breed of squid had compared to the usual he eats, when he sees you looking at him with interest in your eyes, now he fumbling over his words trying to remember what he was talking about before he caught your gaze upon him..

iida is definitely the type to lecture you about eating Honey Buns all the time until he decides to eat one and see why you're so obsessed with them, now everytime you get a box for him you have to get a box for him too. please don't let this man see you warming it up, it was good at room temp but slightly warmer??????? He thinks he found heaven.

Shinsou's favorite thing to do is take a nap with you, or with you around. so he definitely tries to make his dorm sleep approved. black out curtains to stop the light from filtering in, but don't worry cause he got a lap on his desk and a taller one in the corner. a fan to keep the roomer cooler. don't get me started on his blanket collection. He has weighted blanket soft blankets. 2 blankets from where he was in his lil crocheting era. Overall he tries to make his room the ultimate sleeping spot, and he feels like he is succeeding as he snuggles more into your stomach.

denki is sending you a 100 millions tiktoks. These include dances that he wants you to learn so that y'all could have them together, different challenges, posts that remind him of you, part 267 of a series you and him are watching, and many many more things.

Mina is definitely the type to get you up and out to try new things, she doesn't want to sit in the dorm all day when she could be out shopping with you hello??

i hope you enjoyed reading * thank you so much for the request, request are open

[k4shixe]

Helloooo!

Could I request Haikyuu characters Oikawa, Sugawara and Kuroo with a chubby reader who's an extrovert and loves books and movies and CANNOT stop yapping about them? I feel like they'd listen to them and just be happy to be included in their rambles.

Haikyuu Boys with Reader That Always Talks About Books and Movies

Staring; Toru Oikawa, Koshi Sugawara and Tetsuro Kuroo

Pairings; Oikawa x gn!reader, Sugawara x gn!reader, Kuroo x gn!reader

CW; chubby reader, affection, pet names (baby,babe and sweetheart), written at 2am ;)

Toru Oikawa

* You guys actually at a meet up with friends, he saw how you stood out from the rest and weren’t shy to speak about your interests

* When you guys went on your first date, he cant lie he did find it a bit annoying as you kept on going into some lore when he just wanted to know your current book your reading or movie you liked because (fyi) he’s a little self centred

* He also loves reading and watching movies, he always finds some time to do so

* But he loved those little moments when you did stop to ask for his input and you’d get plenty to go off of

* When you guys officially started dating you would both go to the little cafe down the street to the high school and would discuss a movie

* Discuss means poor Oikawa listening to you rant about how the two main protagonists should’ve ended up together

* He would take you to his practices and join you every chance he got to ask for an update on whats happening since he doesn’t want to get left behind

* “Babe, I think we should continue our conversation somewhere else” he says as he glances around the room to everyone staring at you both after the 6th angry shout about why the author killed off your favourite side character

* It was late afternoon anyways so you agreed of course since you were far from finishing and continued telling him about your current read

* “And they got lost while snow boarding so they had to cuddle up together, like it was sooo cute!” You mindlessly rambled on

* “Do you wish it was you?” Oikawa teased as he opened the door to the apartment

* “Well…mayb- AHH PUT ME DOWN OIKAWA”

* “Sorry, gotta give my book worm her nap”

* He took you to the couch and let you lay on his lap while he snuggled you in a blanket and put on your favourite movie to watch <3

Koshi Sugawara

* The instant you and Sugawara met, you knew it was meant to be

* He was just as interested in any movie or book you’ve read

* He loved listening to your talk about you favourite shows with so much passion

* Your favourite spots would be a little bench in the park or a small cafe to get a quick snack

* You were so cute to him as you excitedly told him about the newest release and he would excitedly reply with the same energy or more

* He is so cute he would rather die then interrupt you, never wanting to miss a thing and would always tell you where you left off so you could continue

* He and you would take turns choosing books and set a goal or have a challange on who could finish it first

* It was honestly just a way to have someone to talk to about your current read but Sugawara never refused and always took the challenge

* This man would never ever get mad at you for anything, even if you spoil what would happen he would just laugh it off

* He would join you at lunch as you always had something to say

* Always had some sort of input

* “I just cant believe they done her so dirty”

* “YES YOUR SO RIGHT! LIKE HOW COULD THEY!” you shouted a bit too loud but you couldnt help it. You loved when he was listening and matched you energy (which is always)

* His favourite part would always be when you both had a date at home and snuggle under the blanket with a torch and a book ready to be started <3

Tetsuro Kuroo

* You guys met accidentally while he was practicing

* You were talking (complaining) to Kenma about why Kuroo couldnt just participate a little on the group assignment when he so happens to over hear

* “Oh someones talking about me” he would say smugly as he watched you mess up your words trying to make up an excuse to cover up your reason

* “Sorry, Im more focused on my extra-curricular right now. But I’ll try a little so you wont have to do it all”

* You met up after school and thats when he first came into contact with your true self

* At first it was slight remarks to books that he was forced to read for school but later he couldn’t tell but he knew it was quoted

* He asked you about it and you told him you were into books and movies and as a joke he said he was too

* Big mistake tho

* Cause when you started dating you made him read and watch all kinds of stuff

* He had to tell you eventually when he couldn’t keep up with the amount of requested books he had to read or movies to watch

* You were sad that he couldn’t relate to anything you were saying but he encouraged you to keep talking

* He would stare at you while you spoke, adoring you

* Literally loved how adorable you looked with your eyes sparkling in excitement and your little hand gestures as you explained to him for context

* Sometimes he would take you out for dates just to admire you

* “Kuroo? Are you listening?”

* “Hm? Oh yeah. Something about the dungeon being different”

* Your heart melted. It wasnt spot on but he was listening

* “Yeah they took the dragons away and added purple limestone during the years-“

* “And they made her go into the room without her helmet”

* “What, they tricked her?!” He would reply dramatically with a gasp

* “Why?!”

* You were going to forget the fact you already mentioned that part for the sake of his reactions

* When walking home he would hum and nod while watching around his surroundings as he listened to you speak

* “Thats literally not fair, like why did they end up together! Like the others had much cuter moments like when they went to the movies together”

* He smirked as he turned to you

* “Sweetheart, would you like to watch a movie together?”

* He took you to the couch anyways and let you lay on his chest with a blanket on top as you both watched your favourite movie for the 4th time <3

A/n; I love this idea sm and it is so cute! I agree that they would all listen and put their input. I apologise if it is bad or for any mistakes as I just saw and started write this at 2am. Please send in any more requests as im always open and Hope You Enjoy! :)

[muserryy]

PEOPLE BLUES

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You have always been that introverted girl, but with that you are also struggling with anxiety and being antisocial, finding it difficult to make friends and connect with others. Despite that, Harry has been supporting you and helping you work towards overcoming your fears. He's been determined to help you overcome your anti-social tendencies. And through his encouragement and gentle challenges, you have slowly started to break out of your shell.

But you're not sure if that is a good thing. You can't help but feel a bit guilty for being like this,so...well...weak. It seems so unfair that Harry has to worry about you all the time. It's obvious that he enjoys taking care of you, but maybe you're being too dependent. It just feels wrong.

Once you and Harry went to a cafe, and he told you to order coffee for you both, which you did and it wasn't that difficult for you like you thought. Just like that he took you with him to the supermarket several times and made you interact with cashiers by asking you to pay.

Today is one of those days. You have an event to attend this evening at your college. Harry takes this as a perfect opportunity.

It's Friday late-afternoon.

You are taking a nap when Harry sneaks his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, so your back is pressed against his chest.

"Wake up!" You hear him whisper in your ear and softly peck your cheek. This kinda stirs you up but you keep your eyes closed. "wakey-wakey" he says again to which you drowsily hum. "You have a party to attend today."

"I don't wanna go, " you groan.

"Why not?" he asks, even though he knows the reason.

"what will I do there?"

"What do you mean, love?"

"You know exactly what I mean." you snuggle your face back into the pillow.

He sighs, "c'mon, it's just a party." you don't say anything so he speaks again. "Go have some fun."

"With whom, harry? I have no one there to have fun with." you turn your body to face him and he's leaning on the side of you.

"Don't worry about that, darling. Maybe you'll meet new people and make friends? you never know what could happen."

"How will i-" you look away, "i… I don't like going to such gatherings, Harry, you know that!"

He grabs your chin and makes you look at him. "I know you don't like being around a lot of people but you never know unless you try, baby. How do you know you won't like that party if you haven't given it a chance?"

You shake your head "but-"

"It's your time to explore your college life. Don't let it pass you by. Get out of your comfort zone and try something new."

It's not like you've never been to any party before, but those were birthday parties and that too when you were young. However, those parties aren't exactly comparable to college parties. Those parties were more casual and provided a sense of familiarity, since you had friends. In addition, that one time you went to the college fresher's party was because you had a companion alongside you, but now that's gone too.

You think about it, still debating whether to go or not.

"Will you give the party a try?" your heart warms and pounders deep, and you feel a range of emotions. You feel moved by his encouragement. You know he believes in you and wants you to try. "Will you make me proud, baby?" That's it. You gulp and nod, finally making the decision. You will go to the party not only because you want to make him proud but also, I can't remain like this forever, You say to yourself.

"there!" he grins, leaning in to kiss you. "Now let's get you ready."

5:30 pm.

You look at yourself in the mirror, wearing your party outfit. You look good, but you still don't want to go. I could just stay at home like this, You think. Your hand fists and your finger start scratching your thumb. Harry, who is watching you from the side of the vanity table, notices as you unconsciously scratch the skin around your thumb nail.

"hey…" he moves in front of you and takes your hands in his, pulling you closer. "I don't wanna pressure you into doing anything but you'll never learn how to be more social if you don't ever put yourself out there and such parties are a great way to do that.'' He's right, parties can be one of the ways to work on one's interaction with others and those social skills.

You nod and say "you're right but I can't… I mean, I don't know."

"y/n, what is it? hm? I know how hard it is for an introvert to put themselves out there and I'm not asking you to go there and meet tons of people right away. Just focus on enjoying and maybe try to make one interaction at first, alright?" he says, your fingers weaving together.

You bite the inside of cheeks as the emotions start to welled up. "I'm afraid… what if I don't fit in?" Again, you are occupied by a deep sense of self-doubt, fear of embarrassing yourself.

"shh! you don't have to fit in and make friends with everyone there. What's important is that you challenge yourself and get out of your comfort zone, and like I said you might even end up making a new friend or two. give it a go." he pats your cheek and smiles at you. You nod, looking up in his eyes.

He leans down and captures your lips with his. He retrieves and you smile, looking at where he got some lipstick around. you point at it and he turns himself to look in the mirror and grins at his reflection.

"It's fine for me but you might have to fix yours, darling." You look at yourself in the mirror, where your lipstick is smudge. Both of you chuckle as you start fixing your makeup.

after 1 hour.

Harry is talking on his phone with one of his friends, when he hears the front door opening. He sees you coming into his view outside the living room. He looks at the time. You are home early.

Your eyes land on him and you immediately wander to him and hug him. He sits up more straight, putting an arm around you. "I will call you back later." he says on the phone and hangs up the call.

You stay quiet holding on to him. "y/n?" he says quietly. "Love, what happened? Why are you so early?"

You don't respond, staying still while your head is laying on his chest, you stare into space. He looks down at you and observes you. Something is wrong.

Your eyes start welling up and you blink a few tears. "heyy" he takes a hold of your face to make you look up at him. "What's wrong, darling? what happened, why are you crying?" he immediately wipes off your tears with his thumb but more tears shed from your eyes.

You look at him with teary eyes and shake your head as you try to find the right word. "I just… I'm not comfortable with parties, harry." you start breaking down as you overthink things. You look down as you try to calm yourself down. He looks at you, concerned.

"relax! relax!" He starts rubbing your arms in a way to calm you down. "Tell me what happened, did anyone say something to you?"

"no, it's just… I'm sorry- I didn't enjoy the party. I was too shy to talk to anyone, too nervous to even just say hello. I just realized that maybe these parties aren't for me, maybe I'm more of a homebody…"

"there's no maybe about it, love. you are a homebody we both know that. there's no need to apologise. Do you know how proud I am of you that you tried leaving your comfort zone and going to that party?" He gives you a smile.

"But I feel like I've ruined everything. Everyone was having fun at the party but I was just the weirdo who sat alone. Everyone must think I'm so strange. I wish I wasn't like this… Most of the people in my college don't want to have anything to do with me because… I'm quiet and weird and now I've embarrassed myself even more by being awkward at the party. No one is ever going to want to be my friend." your throat gets heavy as you let out all these words with so much emotion, and he listens to your every word.

This party had you overthinking this much and it is concerning. Harry just wanted the best for you… he just wanted you to enjoy and help you with such situations.

"don't you think like that ever again, you're not weird or strange. you're just shy and introverted, that's why the party was difficult for you today." he cups your face as he explains to you.

"and this was one of the steps, darling. You don't have to go to any parties now if you don't want to. There are plenty of other ways and you have me, okay? it will get better and we will get through this. Trust me." he says referring to your anxieties.

There is a moment of silence before you open your mouth to say something but unsure, you close it. and again… "Harry,?" you hesitate.

"yeah?" he replies in his soft tone, smiling a bit.

You stutter but speak "do you… ever wish i was different? or wonder what our life would be like if I wasn't so shy?" you search his face and eyes with your teary ones and immediately say, "i mean, i know…that you love me the way i am but are you okay with it? or do you wish I wasn't me?"

His heart breaks after you said that, and it's showing on his face from the way his smile fades away a bit and you look away fearing you asked something really wrong. He feels bad for you to even think if you take it as he's changing you.

he takes your hand in his and places it over his chest, drawing you in closer. "my darling, I'm not trying to change you. I'm just trying to help you be a little bit social and be able to put yourself out there without feeling so anxious. Being shy and introverted isn't a problem, baby. but when that shyness prevents you from talking to someone then it's probably something that you should work on. I wouldn't want to change even a thing about you."

You nod understandingly. He wraps his arms around you and repeats, "I wouldn't want to change a thing 'bout you. Never." He strokes your hair as you hug him back.

You stay like this for a long moment before he speaks again, "Now, how about you change into some comfy clothes and we can prepare our dinner?"

Harry stands in front of the stove, where the sauce is cooking in the pan. you sit on the counter next to the stove, now in your shirt and pajama shorts. You stir the sauce with the spatula as Harry grates the cheese in it. You both decided to make your favorite white sauce pasta.

"Siya was there too…" you speak as soon as it comes to your mind.

"Was she? Did you guys talk?" he asks, glancing at you as he finishes grating enough cheese.

"we did for a few minutes before she left with her friends…" you watch him move over to the sink to wash his hands, but then continue to cook the sauce.

"You could've joined them… she's nice, isn't she?" he looks at you, wiping his hands with the towel.

"she is, but she has her own type of circle… I didn't know if she wanted me to be with them." he sighs, hearing you. "I'm not even funny."

You've always believed that you should be loud enough and funny to blend in parties and get into groups. you feel like you have to be entertaining if you want to fit in.

He walks up to you and stops in front of you. "hmm… I know how funny you are." With that, he gets in between your legs and yanks you forward to him by your leg, so your ankles lock around his waist. The spatula drops in the pan.

You grip onto his shoulder as he leans down to kiss your neck. His hand sneaks inside your tee, squeezing your waist while the other grips your thigh. You tilt your head to the side where he is sucking, as a giggle escapes your lips 'cause it's tickling you.

He pulls away, staring at you with quite a smirk. He leans his face closer to you, lightly brushing his lips against yours as he teases you like that. But your eager self just presses your lips against his, hard. You kiss each other deeply but the hunger grows. His tongue invades your mouth, making you squirm. your fingers in his hair while his grip firm on your waist, trying to keep you still. the grip of fingers tighten around his hair, and you yank them.

"Easy, baby. easy!" he pulls away and breathes out a laugh. Breathing heavily, your body sighs because of the sudden distance, and at the loss of his touch. "Let's save that for later, hm."

He moves to the pan, where the sauce, hopefully, hasn't burnt yet. He stirs it and then grabs a spoon, filling it up with the sauce. blowing on it a bit before bringing it to your mouth, he asks you to taste it.

Later when the pasta was ready, you both shared it together from one plate while watching anything that the tv screen was presenting to you.

Harry just notices how comfortable you really are around him. The little change in body language when you are together. The way you sit with him, and how you eat in his presence. Even the way you speak and tell him stuff. you don't watch your words around him, and yeah he loves you for that.

Harry realises that you are not a completely shy person, just someone who takes her time getting comfortable and being herself around others. yes! He's determined to help you, because he wants you to change but not to the point that you feel like there's something wrong with you. He just wants to work on those antisocial tendencies and anxiety little by little, he just wants you to be able to speak comfortably to others.

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thank you for reading :)

[ladylooch]

Every Time with Timo Meier

A/N: Feeling a lil angsty, sweet, sensitive T & Em today.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Implied smut, swearing.

“My life has changed a lot since I became a husband and father, so these days the pre-game nap is shorter and yeah, I think it can be a challenge to focus on hockey all the time, but it is one of those things I have worked through and I’m more adaptable because of it.”

I bite my lip at the interview posted on TikTok from NHL Europe asking Timo about how his off-ice rituals has evolved over his career. I glance up to where he is with Lio, sleeping in the reclining chair because Lio was fighting nap time and wanted daddy snuggles. Normally, Timo takes his pre-game nap in the bedroom with the blinds drawn and a mask on his face to block out everything. 

One of those things he’s had to work through and adapt. Because of you. 

A darkness in my mind begins to whisper. I lock my phone, looking at Lio’s fat cheek squished into Timo’s chest. Normally, I love these moments. But in two hours, Timo will need to be heading to the rink and none of his pre-game rituals have been done today. What if he plays bad and the team loses and they fall out of the division lead this close to the playoffs? Then all the fans will be crying out on social media at how overrate and overpaid Timo is.

And it will be your fault. You’re the reason his life is so much harder now. 

I can’t ignore the mean voice in my head telling me I’ve ruined his life. Panic begins to bubble in my chest. Maybe he never wanted any of this and felt obligated. Maybe he secretly doesn’t love me and wakes up every morning hating how his life has turned out. 

Tears fall down my cheeks unexpectedly. I get up quietly, going to the powder room to wipe them away. But now that I am alone, the tears fall faster. It’s clear this wave is going to consume me, so I go upstairs for some distance. I crawl onto the bed, curling up into a ball on the comforter and crying until I fall asleep in mental exhaustion. 

I wake up to Timo’s hands on me. One runs through my hair and the other smooths over my butt and thigh. I startle then relax when I see him. My hand cups his bicep, gripping at his sweatshirt as my eyes close again.

“You okay, baby?” I can feel how puffy my eyes are. I imagine my cheeks are red too. I nod, then turn my face into the comforter more. “Em.” The bed dips a bit under me as Timo sits down. He presses his face into my thigh, giving me a soft kiss. I put my hand on his head, starting down at where my knees are bent together. Timo is patient, knowing I am fighting like hell to break my walls down to be vulnerable. 

“Do you ever wish things were different?”

“How so?” He asks, hand rubbing along my arm, then tangling our fingers together.

“With us.”

“Like…?” I sigh and he chuckles. “You’re not giving me much to work with here.”

“Like if you could go back, would you do something different that night? Would you make a different choice knowing how it would end?” He starts to respond but I cup his cheek, turning to look him in the eye. “Be honest with me.” He maintains eye contact for a moment, pausing so I know he is speaking from the heart.

“No. I would do the same thing. Every time. I would still rail you on that table and the bed and finish on the floor.” 

“I’m not talking about the sex.”

“I know you’re not. You’re talking about the fact that we made a baby together that night. Who is now asleep in the room down the hall and is our entire world.”

“Maybe we messed everything up.”

“Or maybe that was supposed to happen. Em, I wouldn’t have you if you didn’t get pregnant. And you were all that I wanted. This life is what I wanted. With you.” 

“I feel like I took something from you.”

“Babe.”

“What if those girls on TikTok from last season are right? I took the best moments of your career from you by making you a father.”

“Ugh.” He groans. “I knew this was coming from social media.” He rolls me onto my back then straddles me, squeezing my hips with his knees. 

“You gave me a life that matters. That isn’t just about how many points I score or how much money I make. I wouldn’t have that without you and Lio.” He laces our hands together, putting them next to my head. His mouth hovers over mine as he continues. “I come home every day knowing I have someone who loves me for who I am, not what I do on the ice. I wasn’t sure I could find this, babe.” He searches my eyes, then finishes. “And what would be the point of living my dream without you to share it with?”

“Okay, I’m sorry. I…” I trail off, not sure what else to say.

“It’s okay. You get to have moments of doubt. I have them too. I usually toss you over my shoulder and bring you up here, but.. if you wanna cry instead, I’ll wipe your tears.”

“Kiss me. For like five minutes.” I murmur. He grins then leans down to softly make out with me. By the time our five minutes is up, we are naked, loving each other with our bodies in sweet, sensual thrusts.

When we are done, I lay on his chest while he strokes my spine. 

“Show me what made you feel this way. I’ll get it taken down.”

I hand him my phone which is still open to the TikTok. I rest my chin on his sternum to watch him look at it. He is taken aback by it, eyebrows furrowed as he scrolls through the comments too. He was clearly expecting a fan-made slanderous TikTok. Not him in an interview. He tosses my phone to the side again, squeezing me tight to his chest.

“I love you. What I was talking about is nothing negative about you and Lio. Things are different now, that’s it. They aren’t harder. They aren’t easier. Just different than what it was. That is all I meant.”

“I know. I don’t know why it made me feel bad.”

“There is nothing to feel bad about. Our story is ours and it’s perfect.” He pulls me up his body, so he can kiss me. “You are everything. Lio is everything. Our family is everything. If I lost hockey tomorrow I would survive because I have us.”

“I know.” He kisses me softly again.

“I have to start getting ready. Are you okay?”

“I’m great, babe.” I assure him. “I should get Lio up or he is going to be cranky the rest of the night.” 

“Okay.” He gives me one last kiss, then watches as I roll off of him and start putting my clothes back on. “Em.” His soft tone makes me pause. “Would you still pick this?”

“Yes. Every time.” 

Timo smiles in relief, then heads to the bathroom to shower. 

[cam-ryt]

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- Magnus, please. Alec sighs for the hundredth time. You have to take a break. Eat something, drink water.

- I'm okay Alexander. The warlock replies stubbornly even though he really doesn't look okay.

His complexion is pale, almost yellowish, his beautiful eyes reddened and dry and his body is hot. Too hot Alec thinks while pressing a hand on his forehead.

- Don't force me to put you in bed. You obviously have a fever.

Which is odd because warlocks never get ill. That's why Alec is particularly worried.

Magnus tries to suppress a shiver that runs through his spine and fails pathetically. His entire body aches but he has to stay awake a little bit more to finish the complex bottle he's making for one of his client. An important client willing to pay a lot of precious gems.

- You wouldn't dare. He says, voluntarily avoiding his husband's eyes because Alec would be very likely to take that as a challenge.

- You think ?

Fuck.

- Alexander... He starts to plead, but gasps instead as the nephilim leans forward and puts his hands under his knees and behind his back to lift him up against him as if he weighed nothing.

- You're not reasonable. If I have to put you in bed like a kid and make sure you stay there until you're better, I'll do it. Alec says, severe consul voice activated.

Then he drops him gently on the mattress and proceeds to strip him from his wet shirt, glued by sweat to his skin.

Magnus just stares, feeling a little dizzy. His thoughts are not so clear anymore and he feels a sudden wave of fatigue fall over him.

Alec disappears a few minutes in the bathroom and comes back with a bowl of fresh water and a towel.

He sits next to him and starts to gently weep the sweat out of his face, neck and upper body until Magnus is clean and dry.

Then he takes one of his oversized old T-shirt that he knows his husband likes from the closet and helps him put it on. Magnus immediately snuggles in it and burries his nose in the collar to smell his scent.

- There. He says before leaning to place a soft kiss on his forehead. I'm gonna make you tea and then you're gonna nap for the rest of the day while I call Catarina. No complaints.

Magnus closes his mouth and tilts his head, feeling so exhausted anyway.

- 'Kay...

- Okay. Alec smiles and stands up to leave the room.

- Alexander...?

Magnus' weak voice makes him turn around.

- Yeah, baby ?

- Thank you for taking care of me. The warlock says with a small smile. I know I'm the worst patient.

Alec snorts.

- You are. But I love you anyway.

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Baby Mammon Will Not Sit Still! (Obey Me!) fic

summary: many of the Demon Brothers have been transformed into babies. With Retha basically in charge of taking care of Mammon. Since this little demon refuses to sit still for anyone.

characters: OC Retha (a former human that was changed into a hybrid. A mix of Demon/Angel/Vampire/Sorceress. Is NOT the MC), Mammon (in baby form), Leviathan, Diavolo

content: established relationships, casual talk, lots of fluff

Retha walks through the entrance to the Demon Lord's Castle while carrying a very fussy baby Mammon. With Leviathan following behind to have a baby bag in his hands. Retha currently bouncing the very irate baby for Diavolo to walk in and smile. His chuckle expected as he walks over to pat baby Mammon on the head. Which just has Mammon stick his tongue out. This amuses Diavolo greatly as he laughs. "My my. What a right little terror you are today. Hello, Mammon. Good day to you, Leviathan. I'm glad to see the hex wore off on you at least."

Leviathan blushes to grumble a little. "It just had to be when my pact human was giving me a bath in the bathtub... I will never live that down..." Diavolo openly laughs to shake his head. "How exciting for the both of you. But I will be relieved when all of your brothers go back to normal. Hence why I am hoping this get away idea works out. How did you split everyone up?"

Retha sighs to just lift Mammon up to float him into the air for Mammon to squeal and giggle. Leviathan taking one of the tots hands so he doesn't try zooming away on them. Retha answering the question with a tired notation. "Lucifer is taking Asmodeus to your private beach house with their pact human. Solomon is in charge of helping Simeon and Luke with wrangling the twins. Satan is going to be heading here tomorrow to help Barbatos with research. So I get to deal with this adorable pain in the ass." Diavolo smirks as Mammon wiggles around in the air to then scrunch up his face and let out a rather loud fart. Leviathan sighing as the baby gives a giggle for Retha to groan. "I should have baby napped Asmo to leave you for Lucifer, you little shite. I just changed you ten minutes ago."

Baby Mammon giggles for Retha to shake her head and heave a sigh of air. While Diavolo asks, "Has Mammon been a terrible boy today?" Leviathan nods to state, "He woke us all up at five am. And hasn't stopped causing mischief since then. He will not take a nap. He will not sit in his high chair. Giving him a bath is a one way trip to the one bathing him getting soaked. And not in water..."

Diavolo covers his mouth to try and not laugh at this. While Retha scoops baby Mammon into her hands to tickle him without mercy. The tot squealing and laughing to wiggle around and try and escape. Which leaves Mammon breathless for Retha to snuggle him and smirk. "Yes. You think you are so smart. But I am the tickle monster. Keep it up and I'll tickle you to death."

Baby Mammon gives a squeak to look intimidated for once. Leviathan smiling to note with humor, "Like you'd do that. Face it. The real reason you chose to take him is because you are up for the challenge and didn't want him to turn Lucifer's hair white. But I figure that we are more than capable of keeping this little terror from destroying the Devildom. So. Does Lord Diavolo want to be the next one to play with the cute little monster?"

Diavolo nods to scoop baby Mammon up and toss him into the air. Which had Mammon go wide eyed and laugh to fall for Diavolo to catch him. Tossing Mammon into the air again as Leviathan walked with Retha towards the back garden area. Leading the dragon hybrid by the hand to say, "This way. Barbatos is waiting for us with special tea and a filling venison stew. So we have the energy to tackle tonight with the miniature Mammon. I also brought us a slice of life anime to watch if we have to pull an all nighter." Retha smiles to lean over and give Leviathan a kiss on the cheek. Which has him blush as the group heads for the back garden as baby Mammon laughs in sheer delight.

[lillywillow]

Five Guardians and a Baby

Summary: When the Guardians of the Galaxy are tasked with returning a baby to her home planet, they find themselves becoming very attached to her along the way

 Written for: @the-slumberparty ‘s Christmas in July Challenge

 Words: 1594

 Prompt: Found Family

 Pairing: Peter Quill x Gamora (briefly mentioned)  

 Warnings: Kind of a rough start but ultimately a lot of fluff, also a bittersweet ending

 A/N: While the piece itself isn’t festive, I did like the found family trope. Also, sort of set between the two movies.

 The Guardians of the Galaxy recently landed on a planet. They thought they would stock up on supplies but their landing came with a rude shock. Whatever had come through before they arrived had totally razed the town. Fire was everywhere and no matter where you looked there was death and destruction. Peter ran ahead in total disregard for his own safety to search for survivors. The longer he searched, the more his heart sank until finally, he heard the sound of a baby crying. He raced to the sound and discovered a badly injured man holding a wailing infant. It was clear they were not from this planet.

 “Please… you have to help me,” he begged.

 Peter knelt down beside the man.

 “What happened here?” he asked.

 “We were visiting this nation as a part of our traditional peace treaty between our people but… a huge beast attacked…” the man wheezed before bursting into a fit of coughs.

 “The beast was slaughtered but not before it killed almost everyone here… take the princess… explain to my people what happened here… My royal seal will allow you entrance into the palace…”

 The man took off an official looking pendant from around his neck and placed onto the wiggling bundle. Princess Saphrinia held the crest in her little hands and continued to cry.

 “Keep… keep her safe…”

 Peter nodded and picked her up. The man gave a grateful smile before passing away. Peter gave the man a moment of silence before taking the baby back to the others to explain what had just happened.

 That was how the Guardians of the Galaxy ended up taking care of a baby princess.

…

 The first few days were a learning curve. Rocket didn’t even want to take a baby on board but when giving some thought that Saphrinia was in fact a princess, he thought that maybe her family might pay handsomely for her safe return. It didn’t matter that he didn’t have a clue how to care for her, that was everybody else’s problem. However, it did bother him when the baby wouldn’t stop crying.

 “Make it stop!” Rocket shouted, coving his ears.

 “I’ve done everything! I’ve tried feeding her, burping her, putting her down for a nap…” Gamora stated, trying to sway with the unhappy child.

 “Maybe she needs changing?” Peter suggested.

 “Well, I ain’t doing it!” Rocket protested.

 “I’m not doing it,” Peter argued.

 “Make Gamora do it. She’s the woman,” Rocket huffed.

 “Excuse me?!”

 Gamora placed Saphrinia down and started fighting with the two males. Neither them even noticed when Drax picked up the baby and calmly changed her without complaint. After a few moments, they did notice when the shrieking had stopped and looked at Drax in surprise.

 “You forget, I once was a father,” he explained.

 The trio fell silent, feeling a touch of guilt.

 Saphrinia cooed and sleepily laid her head against his chest. Drax carried her to the makeshift nursery they had set up on the ship and laid her down for a nap.

 “Little princess, one day you will grow into a strong, independent woman. You will grow into a fierce warrior and have the armies of Thanos trembling at your feet… rest for now,” he softly smiled, watching the girl snuggle up and fall asleep.

…

 Some time later, Peter went into the nursery to check on Saphrinia. He smiled as he saw her yawn and rub her eyes.

 “Hey, little sleepy princess. Did you have a good nap?” he asked, picking her up.

 Saphrinia cooed and cuddled him.

 “Do you want to come with me to the local bar and help me pick up chicks?”

…

 After they had first picked up Saphrinia, the Guardians had stopped at the nearest inhabited planet to stock up on supplies and do any necessary repairs to the Milano as well as get what they might need for the baby. Peter had noticed a tavern there but hadn’t had the chance to visit until now. He ordered a drink for himself and something non-alcoholic and suitable for Saphrinia.

 “Now let’s scope the local talent,” he muttered to himself.

 Saphrinia babbled and looked up at him.

 “You know, you’re pretty cute, kid. A real babe magnet,” he smiled.

 The baby smiled back at him, showing off the few teeth she had.

 “I actually want to have kids some day but I worry I’m not going to be a good dad… my own old man ran out on us before I was born so I don’t really have a good role model… well, I suppose Yondu did the best he could but do I really want to raise a kid like that?”

 Saphrinia blinked up at him, drinking from her sippy cup.

 “Okay, here we go… two hot babes incoming, act cute.”

…

 After some time, Gamora went to check on Saphrinia only to find her not in her crib. She ran out to see if any of the others had her.

 “Rocket, have you seen Saphrinia?”

 “No… Maybe Drax has her,” he replied, not taking his eyes off the repair he was working on.

 “He said he hasn’t seen her since he put her down for a nap,” she explained, starting to feel the slightest bit of worry.

 “Maybe he lost her but then again, who would be stupid enough to lose… Quill!”

 The pair of them came to the conclusion together. They knew Peter had been thinking about going to the tavern and if he had Saphrinia, that would be where they would be.

…

 When the two Guardians found Peter Quill, he had two gorgeous women hanging off his every word and fussing over the baby. Rocket went over there and tore strips off him while Gamora took the baby and headed back to the ship with her.

 “Ugh. Men,” Gamora scoffed. “One day, you’re going to have to know how to handle yourself around men like that. Don’t be fooled by their pelvic sorcery. See through their act and strike first.”

 Saphrinia grinned cheekily at her. Gamora wasn’t even sure if the infant even understood the words she was saying but it was nice to have some kind of female companionship.

…

 They travelled many days with Saphrinia which bled into some weeks. During that time, they became quite close and fond of the baby princess.

 One day, Peter was walking by a doorway when he spotted Groot and Saphrinia sitting in the middle of some kind of deep conversation. With every “I am Groot,” the small walking tree spoke, the child would respond with a babble or coo. Every now and then, one of them would giggle or laugh. Peter quietly called the others over to watch the two children bonding. They smiled, enjoying watching the pair of them happily chatting about… whatever it was they were chatting about. Peter put his arm around Gamora’s waist and she laid her head on his shoulder. Then Saphrinia did something she had never done before… She managed to push herself up onto her chubby little legs and stood up. She wobbled and fell back down onto her bottom but got back up. Saphrinia took one step, then another. They were all so proud of her.

 “That’s my girl! Come to Uncle Peter!” he cooed, holding his arms out to her.

 Saphrinia completely ignored the man and made a bee line straight to the racoon.

 “No, no. Go to Quill. Go to Quill,” Rocket protested.

 Saphrinia wrapped her pudgy arms around him. Rocket’s body stiffened for a moment before he slowly returned the hug and gave her a pat on the back.

 “Uh… Good job with the walking thing, kid,” he praised.

 Saphrinia smiled brightly and waddled off for a hug from Gamora. Rocket smiled softly before spotting Peter grinning at him.

 “What?!” Rocket snapped.

 “You big softie,” Peter grinned.

 “Quill, I am not above biting you,” Rocket warned, storming off.

 Despite his tough guy exterior, Rocket did truly care for the little girl.

…

 Finally, the day came for the Guardians of the Galaxy to say goodbye to Saphrinia. The three adults and racoon (although he wouldn’t admit it) had come to think of her as their daughter and Groot thought of her as his sister. Saphrinia’s parents paid them a big reward for the safe return of the baby princess but leaving her was the hardest thing they ever had to do. Rocket tried to make a big deal they only brought her back for the payout but Peter was sure he saw the racoon wiping a few tears as they headed off.

 They knew one day; they would see her again. With her parent’s guidance, Saphrinia would blossom and become the queen she was destined to become. Her time with the Guardians would become one of her earliest memories and she would treasure them always. The Guardians of the Galaxy would always be welcomed on her planet. Even if it was for a short time in her life, they were her family.

[gladiatorofthevoid]

Rise April Challenge 21: Chaos

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Raph gripped the pillow under his head and tried not to shake with the force of his shivers. He hated being sick. Leo just smiled from his seat on the bed, looking down as he counted out pills from a bottle.

“Alright, big buy. Open up.”  Raph thought about saying no, but the sooner this was over with the better. He reached out and popped the pills in his mouth, accepting the straw from the cup Leo was holding. The cold drink felt very nice on his sore throat, and he grabbed the cup and drained it. Leo just smiled and patted Raph’s arm.

“So, how long do I need to stay in bed?” Raph asked, voice nasial and horse. Leo just shrugged.

“Till you feel better.” Raph groaned and buried his head in the pillow. “Oh, don't be like that, you big baby. You'll be in fighting shape in no time, if you don't get out of bed.”

Raph lifted his head and looked at Leo, ignoring the pounding in his skull.  

“Are you guys gonna be okay?”

“Hermano, were not tots.” Raph wanted to say that they could have fooled him, but he was too tired to try. He just snuggled deeper into his blankets and closed his eyes.

“I’m gonna take a nap now...” He slurred and felt his brother’s hand rub on his head.

“Night, bro. Call if you need me.”

-

Raph woke up to the sounds of crashing and screaming.

He was out of bed and halfway out the door before his eyes were fully open, bed sheet tangled around his legs.  

“Guys! What’s happening?! What’s wrong?!”

He stopped his frantic rush as his eyes landed on the mess that was the floor of the skate ramp. Paint cans, action figures, bundles of wires, books, and socks were scattered between water bottles, plastic balls, and what looked to be a curtain rood. In the middle of the disaster of random items was Mikey, lying on his back. Raph rushed over and bent over his brother.

“Mikey! Mikey! What happened? Are you ok?!”  

Mikey moaned and blinked at him.

“Raph? What are you doing up?”

“Nevermind that, are you hurt?”

“Naw, I just fell.” Raph relaxed at that and let out a sigh.

“You got to be more careful, Mike.”

“Indeed, you do.” Said a voice from across the room, and the two looked over to see Donnie and Leo coming out of Don’s lab.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mikey dismissed standing up and looked around at the clutter on the floor.  

“Alright,” Leo clapped his hands together. “No one's hurt and everything is fine. So, vamos hermano mayor, you’re on bed rest.”

Raph just blinked dumbly for a moment, the adrenaline wearing off, and the feeling of stiff joints and aching muscles reminding him that he wasn’t in the best shape.

But should he just leave his brothers to whatever they were doing? ...What were they doing actually?

He didn’t get a chance to ask before he had been shuffled back to bed by Leo and tucked in.

...Raph guessed it was nothing to worry about.

-

Raph was worried. Leo had woken him up to take more meds and the younger was covered in what looked stripes of paint, ash, and... feathers?

“What happened?” He asked. Leo just shrugged.

“Nothing important.”

Raph narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but the effect was ruined by a coughing fit, which Leo soothed with more cold water.

“It’s all good, Raph. I promise. You just sleep, I’ll wake you up when it’s lunch.” 

“You better not be lying.” Raph said, and accepted the meds Leo gave.

-

Raph had woken up about half an hour ago, and he was getting tired of just playing on his phone. Plus, he was starting to get really hungry. He was feeling well enough to get himself some soup or something, and if Leo was going to throw a fit about Raph getting out of bed, he could always point out how often Leo was out and about when he was meant to be on bedrest.

Raph put the ramen in the microwave and poured himself a cup a juice while he waited. He pulled the comforter he brought with him closer around him and sniffed loudly, he really hated being sick.

Just then, Donnie bolted around the corner and slid into the kitchen, throwing open the cabinets and frantically digging around inside. He likely didn’t find what he needed, because he whipped around to try another and froze when he saw Raph blinking at him.

The two just stared at each other till the microwave beeped loudly and broke the silence. Raph turned and opened the door, taking the bowl.

“You good, Don?” He asked. His words seem to snap the softshell out of whatever was going on his head. He stood up straight and cleared his throat.

“Yes, I am perfectly alright. What are you doing out of bed?” Raph lifted the bowl of ramen his hand, confused.

Donnie didn’t ask obvious questions like that.  

Donnie rocked on his heels and smiled stiffly.

“Wonderful,” the genius said. “In that case we should get you to bed right away. Chop, chop.” He was already trying to herd his big brother towards his room. Raph tried to protest, he may be tired, sick, and maybe a little slow on the uptake, but he wasn't stupid.

“Don, what’s going on? Why is everyone-”

“LOOK OUT!”

The brothers turned and saw Mikey flying towards them, riding on the back of...

What the heck was that?

Raph didn’t have much time to try and figure that out because he was being tackled out of the way by Donnie. The bowl of hot ramen flying out of his hand, while Mikey and his ride brailed screaming into the kitchen.

Oh, that did not feel good. The snapper leaned against the wall and tried to keep his head from spinning. He then squinted his eyes open to see the chaos unfolding in the room.

Donnie was tearing through the cabinets and shouting for Mikey to: “Hold it still! Watch the tail! THE TAIL, MIKE!” While Mikey tried to follow the instructions and yelled right back. “I SEE THE TAIL! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT, DONALD?! AHHHHH!”

The “it” that they were talking about was some cross between a chicken, a salamander and... a toaster? Yep, a shiny medal body with feathered wings flapping manically, and the toggle to start the toasting on its side jumping up and down, making that clicking-shinking noise. Its eyes were going in two different directions and jumping around. It had two tails too, one a roster’s plumage, all puffed out, and an electric cord that was trying to wrap around Mikey to throw him off.

…

Was Raph dreaming?  

Donnie yelled and whipped around with something in his hand.

“CATCH!” He yelled and threw a canister at Mikey. Mikey caught it, ripped off the lid and dumped whatever was inside over the monster's head. Raph just stared as a pile of breadcrumbs fell on the thing's eyes and it just... stopped. It settled down, and just stood still.  

Mikey and Donne relaxed and the youngest slid off the chicken-toaster thing, and then locked eyes with Raph and froze in the same way Donnie had earlier.

“Hey, Raph~” He drawled out.

Raph just pinched his stuffed nose, his headache worsening, and his body still shaking with chills. Dammit, he was too sick for this mess.

“Has it hurt anyone?”  He asked, not opening his eyes to look at the scene in front of him.

“No.”

“Are you going to be dealing with it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you need me for that?”

“No.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Not anymore.” Not ideal, but good enough.

“Great.” Raph turned and walked to his room. “Have Leo bring me some food when he can.”

-

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Raph asked when Leo came in with a bowl of soup and crackers. Leo just shuffled awkwardly.

“You were sick, and nothing you did could have helped. You would have been worried over nothing.” Raph looked up and prayed to whatever was up there for strength.  

“Alright, fine. I won’t give you all a lecture, even if you clearly deserve one, so long as we never have to talk or think about whatever the heck that was ever again.”

Leo smiled and handed over the food.

“Deal.”

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[aestheticvoyage2024]

Day 163a: Tuesday June 11, 2024 - "This was 35 Months"

This post contributed by Audrie from Wisconsin on her three year old boy's birthday:

Today he turned three —and as we move through this pillar, it is not lost on me how casually the infancy era drops away.  According to science, William’s brain and being no longer quantify as a baby.  We have officially moved into his childhood.  Celebration started yesterday—we indulged in cupcakes with chocolate icing and colorful sprinkles that he selected, and some small gifts and dinner out on the small midwest town with his “Grandma and Papa in Michigan,” (William can now explain to complete strangers the state and city in which his many treasured relatives reside).  Today, for his actual birthday, we would take a fancy Big Boat ride across the Greatest Lake from Ludington to Manitowoc.  William watched in nervous wonderment as the antiquated coal burning vessel stoked up it’s hazy burnt stack into the atmosphere—in more ways than one reminding us how small we are in all this existence.  William graciously flashed his dimpled face behind his stingy long light hair as he thanked the working crew members, all the while keeping one eye on the towering Badger gently ebbing between massive harbor pylons; he was anticipating the blaring “Beep Beeeeep! Get out of my way!!!” fog horn blows he knew were coming as we went through the motions of checking in and loading the car onto this mammoth ferry.

As a hurried and high task loading mother, and understanding the breadth and depth of this day for myself and for William, I minded myself to step outside the hasty scattered motions of parenting a toddler, and attempt to soak in this last bit of baby before it slipped away completely. 

Milestones melt off young children like the indented pudgy rings around forearms and wrists he carried through his first year with all that mom-milk plump.  They pass us by like turning the sturdy pages of board books largely replaced now by large silky-fine-sheets bound together to form lengthy stories with complex illustrations and abstract concepts. The time warp of these little young lives morphs as fast as his shoe sizes—which have already climbed to 8.  We mourn the loss of these moments and these versions of our children at these tender ages and stages; So I attempted to be fully conscious today in capturing this unique variation of my tiny human for safe keeping in heart and mind; here today and gone tomorrow as fast as those diapering days and the midnight cries for comfort.  As parents, we stand witness to our children’s rise concurrently with brimming pride and billowed grief.  That teeter-totter bounces up and down in our hearts as we watch them age. Perhaps that is why I find it challenged to determine if the lumps that fill my throat or trickling wet that falls down my cheeks comes from the sorrow or the satisfaction side of the balance bar; the truth I found today is both at the same time; gratification and the grief we witness as parents are both rooted in love.  

It is in these moments I think of all the love and life and limit breaking possibility I’ve poured into him. From conception through our labor and finally his birth and every single minute of every day we’ve had the blessing to share; each continued heartbeat linked to the next that have created this three year old life.  And I think of all his goodness. Of all his positive potential. Of all his loveliness and his affection he holds for the complicated world that surrounds him. Those lumps of love that fill my throat stealing my voice and tumble down my cheek that I try to smile away, land me in great gratitude today for this big kid’s preference for snuggles.  I can unabashedly admit that William and I still both get our very best sleep when we are wrapped up together. In fact we have started and ended his birthday today in each other’s arms and had the blessing of two nuzzled naps in between.

The crisp midwest June floated in on bird songs and rustling green oak leaves through open windows as sunlight broke too early.  We had the final packing to do before literally shipping off later this morning. I tugged my tired body from the tangle of lanky legs, sweet small snores and the warm safeness that surrounds us both in our slumber space.  It was nearly impossible to pull myself up; but later I would be rewarded for that early rise and short sleep with an outstretched long haired tired boy who let every bone in his busy body turn to mush in my arms with the thud and clang of the coal shaft on the hull rhythmically lulling his eyes down as we steamed west over a glassy Lake Michigan. Then later still, a second late afternoon nap in the soft catch of a king sized hotel bed on the Wisconsin end of our birthday excursion; his supple legs woven again in with mine, sandwiched between stiff and taught tucked bright white sheets. Then finally, after more birthday adventures including an indoor aviator themed kiddy-pool, dinner with lifelong friends, and even more cupcakes — his buzzing little boy body simmered down again with his heavy head on my arm, hands tucked into my shirt, and his warm breath on my chest. There is just something magical about the way his cells and my cells hum together; a haven, a heaven.  A whole world of unspoken softness, of gentle benevolence, of unburdened love, of pure enchantment between us.

And as he drifted off again tonight, a fully grown three year old child, no longer an infant, but always my baby, in my closeness and me in his, I thought of the micro version of him on his very first night, tiny in my arms, calm and still, his body completely reposed in mine, trusting me, loving me, and me simply loving him.  And I thought about how all the noise of the world faded away in an instant looking down at his peaceful sleep.  And I thought of the perfection of it all: the beauty in that moment after his birth and every single one that stretched from then to this; All those ticking moments that he and I have gotten to be in together — And then I thought of all the awful and ugliness of this world that he does not yet know. The Trumps and the Terrorists, the Pollution and the Politics, the unfathomable greed and the deepest despairs that coexist with my sweet optimistic innocent little human.  And I thought about how healing this journey with him has been for my soul; long knowing of the harshness life can show.  How knowing the ugliness of our world exists but also knowing the joys of mothering and loving and creating this perfect tiny being.  And then I thought if there is anything at all powerful enough the soften the roughest edges, be important enough to stake out transformation, be illuminous enough to lighten even the darkest corners, that this is it — this kind of simple, easy, uncomplicated love and peace and joy and perfection that sings between his cells and mine; between his soul and sweet simple existence and mine.  And in that moment I snapped back into my body where we were safe and soundly wrapped up together again, him slumbering away, unbothered by any of the wild world that spins on around him, and I urged myself slowly out from under his very heavy three year old head and fumbled to my computer to write it all down.

Favorite Food: Steak and Mini Tacos

Favorite Song:  Happy Birthday Song

Favorite Book: Tumble, Weaning Books

Favorite Show: Trash Truck / Netflix, Stillwater / Apple

Favorite Toy(s): Blowup Race Car in the Pool

Best Phrase/ Word: "Yea! Yea!"

Favorite Favorite: Going to Granpma and Papa's house in Michigan

Least Favorite: Weaning

Big First/Moment: First Time Riding the Badger Boat, First Funeral (Great Grandma Williams), and forward facing car seat.

Song: Starling Arrow - In The River

Quote: "Maybe that's enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom…is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go." ~Anthony Bourdain

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[hyunsuks-beanie]

Homework <<< Makeout

Felix x gn! reader; fluff/suggestive; 1k words

Mellow speaks: Here we go, a much-needed Felix makeout (and that too, not a soft one)! Thanks to the anon who requested this, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it!!

"Babbbbeeee," he whines for what felt like the umpteenth time, looking at you upside down from the bed, a pout having permanently taken its place on his face. "You've been working for hours, can't you take a short break?" Sighing, you turn around to look at your boyfriend, pursing your lips as you try to stop yourself from just giving up on homework to give him what he wants. But it's hard, especially when he looks so cute, sticking his bottom lip out in the hopes of getting you to take pity on him.

"Felix, I know you want cuddles. Trust me, I do too. But this assignment is due in two days," you say, voice tired and husky from working so hard. You had thought your words would shut him up for a while at least, but on the contrary, all they do is make him even more sulky than before, as he heaves himself up, sitting cross-legged on the mattress while looking at you with sad eyes. "You love your homework more than your boyfriend," he whines, bringing his hands to his face as he fake sobs, hoping to get some reaction out of you. But his efforts go in vain as all you do is roll your eyes before going back to your laptop. What you fail to notice, however, is the way Felix's expression morphs from one of mock sadness to one of shock, and finally into one that screams, "Challenge accepted."

And so, the next thing you know, you are being pulled away from your work yet again, your boyfriend having turned your chair around to face him, his face inches away from yours. "Lix what are you-," you start, only for him to cut you off. "I said I want cuddles, and I want them now," he says, his already deep voice falling an octave lower as he gives you a soft smirk. "But my homework-," you start again, but it appears like Felix is in no mood to let you complete your sentences, saying, "You've been working for hours already. You need to rest. And I need my baby," as he wraps his arms around your form, picking you up and causing a squeal to escape your lips.

"The hell Lix! Put me down," you say, only to have him start carrying you back towards the bed. "No can do babe," he smiles, placing you on the mattress so that your back rests against the headboard, before climbing in next to you. Rolling your eyes, you decide to just ho with the flow, knowing full well that your clown of a boyfriend won't rest until he has you in his lap. And so, that's exactly what you give him, unable to suppress your smile as you throw your legs over his, snuggling closer to his torso. He doesn't waste a second in wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush into his chest, your head tucked under his chin.

"This feels better," he whispers, a content sigh taking over his face as you let out a soft hum in agreement, snuggling even closer to him. You stay like that for what feels like hours, content to just be in each other's arms. A while later, the soft sound of snores catches your attention, and you can't help but chuckle at the sight of your Felix fast asleep, his head resting against the headboard and his lips slightly ajar. "I don't think that's really a comfortable position to take a nap in," you think to yourself, catching yourself leaning in, your lips ghosting right over his. Not wanting wanting think too much, you finally place a chaste kiss to his lips, lips curling into a smile as you register just how warm and soft they are.

The small action is enough to wake your boyfriend up, his eyes fluttering open as a groggy smile graces his lips. "Hey there," he says, catching you in yet another kiss, this one bolder and longer than the first, his hands moving from your waist to your hips as you wrap your own around his neck, pulling him in deeper. Feeling experimental, you dig your teeth into his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from him as he sticks his tongue out, your own wrapping around it as you battle for dominance. He eventually wins, biting on your tongue and catching you by surprise, your eyes narrowing as his lips curl up into a smirk. He continues to suck on your tongue before his own moves past your lips, exploring the depths of your mouth. Now it's your turn to moan, fingers getting themselves entangled in his soft curls as you begin grinding your hips against his, feeling your butt being squeezed as Felix pulls you closer to himself, your chest rubbing against his.

Wanting more, he suddenly pulls away from the kiss, a whine escaping your lips at the loss of contact. It doesn't take long for it to be replaced by a gasp, however, as he moves his lips to your jaw, moving down towards your neck, biting and sucking on your skin. Tilting your head to give him a better angle, you shift your hands to his shoulders, eyes closing in pleasure as Felix lets out a soft groan against your neck, no doubt the effect of you rubbing your hips against him. Hands making their way back to his hair, you tug on it, indicating your need to have his lips back on yours. Pulling away from your skin, he softly blows on the fresh mark, smirking as he notices your body shiver from the sudden coolness.

Finally lifting his head up, he catches your lips in another kiss, your homework long-forgotten as be gently pushes your body down towards the bed, pinning it to the mattress as he hovers over you, your slipping under his T-shirt, raking up and down his back. Pulling away after an eternity, Felix gulps as he takes in your appearance. Lips swollen, cheeks red, neck marked in hickeys, hair messed up, he can't stop himself from whispering, "I want you," only to have you reattach your lips to his, the taste addicting as you ready yourself for a long night.

[moonctzeny]

Can I request WayV reaction to you suddenly avoiding skinship/intimacy because you don't feel attractive anymore after they rejected you once? (they were tired or just not in the mood at that time)

WayV reaction - you avoid intimacy out of insecurity after they rejected your skinship

warnings: WinWin's gets a tiny bit suggestive, alcohol consumption

▪️Kun

He looked so good when he cooked. You couldn’t stop your eyes from following the veins on his arms as he cut the various vegetables in the smallest of pieces. Your fingers ached to run across their length so you let them, stroking the little hairs in the opposite direction from their growth in the meantime.

“Y/n, not now”, he whines with a strictness in his voice that has you withering away from him.

You stayed quiet for the rest of the cooking, watching Kun in silence until he finally put the dish in the oven to cook. He walks over to your seat on the countertop, fitting himself between your legs. His hands find their place on each of your shoulders, making their way down to your elbows lovingly, yet you go rigid at the feeling and back away from his touch.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Do I annoy you sometimes?”

Kun’s eyebrows shoot up at your question, dropping his hands immediately to wrap them around your wrists instead.

“Never. What makes you think that?”

“You seemed pretty annoyed at me when you were cooking earlier”

His face stays frozen for a second, trying to figure out what exactly you were talking about. You’re taken aback when he starts to laugh light-heartedly, planting a kiss on your pouty lips.

“I didn’t tell you to stop because I didn’t like you touching me, baby. I needed you to stop because I liked it too much”

▪️Ten

You avoided his kisses like the plague. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into you, usually your nights visiting his dorm consisted of the both of you cuddling each other to death, napping in sheets that smelled of him and inviting the cats that snuggled between you. However now, the more he tried to approach you, the more you scooted away from him, and your excuses were starting to run out.

“Are you avoiding me or something?”

You shake your head negatively, avoiding eye contact so that he doesn’t see through you. But Ten is intuitive, especially when it comes to you, so he repeats the question again until he gets a sigh as an answer.

“You told me off pretty badly when I tried to kiss you an hour ago you know…”

“When I was drawing? You pushed my hand on accident and I missed like, half of my work!”

When he sees you continuing to be visibly upset at him, despite his light and teasing tone, he lifts your hand from your lap to his lips, kissing your wrist, then your palm, then your ring finger.

“I’m sorry if I said something I shouldn’t”, he leans over to peck your lips mid-sentence, and his voice is too soothing for you to resist him, “You know how much I love to kiss you.”

As if to prove his point he brings you closer again, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you deepening it.

“I could taste your lips forever”

▪️WinWin

▪️WinWin

Your boyfriend was never big on skinship and you knew. You understood his paranoia of holding hands in public, even with sunglasses and a big mask covering half of his handsome face. Being a celebrity isn’t easy and you had come to terms with that, but you didn’t know he would react so coldly to you in this private party with his members being the only ones invited.

You were a little tipsy, holding on to Sicheng’s arm for stability, and admittedly you just wanted a little love from your boyfriend. Pulling his hair out of his eyes, you pucker your lips at him, waiting for a kiss that never came.

“What is up with you today? You’re all over me!”

The drive home was quiet, your whole body facing away from him, eyes staring outside the window or anywhere else but him. You weren’t angry, just sad if anything else, and Sicheng felt he had enough when you started to storm off to your shared bedroom without him. A hand on your wrist stops you abruptly.

“Why are you like this? You’ve been quiet ever since we left the party”

“Do you not find me attractive anymore?”

The filter between your brain and mouth had vanished from the alcohol, shocking Sicheng with your candor.

“What on earth makes you think that?”

“You never kiss me in front of your friends. It’s like you're embarrassed of being seen with me…”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrow, almost meeting on the base of his forehead before he pushes you up against the entrance door. The kiss he initiates is full of passion and something animalistic that you’ve always thought looks good on him. It isn't long before the hands that you so desperately needed on your body before formed bruises on the skin over your hipbones.

“The reason why I don’t kiss you in public is because I won’t be able to stop, not when you always look so pretty. And then I will make you look needy and breathless and messy, just like you do right now. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this. You’re too damn beautiful. You’re mine.”

▪️Lucas

Skinship and Lucas were synonyms when it came to your relationship. He loved getting to touch you at all times, whether it was a big, suffocating hug or just his large hands on the small of your back. You were barely awake when your boyfriend came back to your apartment, his busy schedule with SuperM keeping his side of the bed colder than you’d like. He didn’t even bother to wash up, just took his clothes off and covered himself up with your shared duvet and his chest facing your own. Satisfied with his mere presence, you scoot over, and lay one arm over his waist, bringing yourself closer. It was a shock to you when he turned to the other side, unwrapping your arm in the process and letting it fall in the space between you.

You decided not to address the incident that left a sting to your heart the next morning, spending the whole day with Lucas since it was rare for him to be free of any schedules. It was absolutely lovely, from the movie you watched to the homemade food you prepared for the both of you. Until the sun set again.

“Are you going back to your dorm now?”, you ask him while doing the dishes, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe you prefer sleeping in your own bed. Alone.”

Your back is facing him but you can sense the pout forming on his handsome features. You feel his body heat as he comes closer to you and wraps his arms around you, only for you to squirm away from his hold and pat your hands dry, leaving the sink.

“What’s wrong?”, Lucas asks quietly, his eyes doubling in size.

“It’s just that last night when I tried to cuddle you to sleep you avoided me… It’s okay if you don’t want to crash here you know-”

“Babe, babe”, he starts, taking your hands in his, “I was dirty and sweaty last night. I didn’t have the energy to shower and I felt gross. I would never reject a night with you”

“Really?”

“Really. Now how about we go to bed and I give you those cuddles that I owe you?”

▪️Xiaojun

It was rare to see Xiaojun be so frustrated with anything. He’d been sitting on that same spot of the bed for hours now, guitar propped up on his lap and a blank sheet of paper in front of him. You tried to relieve his stress anyway you could, massaging his shoulders, kissing his cheek every time he sighed. And while your boyfriend accepted them at first, soon you saw him bend away from your acts of affection, so much so that you were worried about whether you have angered him.

An icky feeling weighed you down when he kept ignoring you as time went by, realizing that today was not the day you’d get the quality time you craved from your boyfriend. Quiet so as not to bother him, you start to collect your things and pack them back into your bag, the sound of the zipper finally catching Xiaojun’s attention.

“Where are you going?”

“You seem busy. I’ll come by another day”

“No no no!”, he exclaims, swiftly pulling his guitar aside, “I was looking forward to seeing you”

“Well you don’t seem to want any love from me right now. We can reschedule our date night for another time”

You didn’t expect him to jump up on his feet so quickly, neither to pull you into a hug as tight. His words come out muffled from your hair that is covering his mouth as he kisses it.

“Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry I was ignoring you”

“No, I’m sorry if I overstepped your personal space”

You soothe out the wrinkles that have formed between his pretty eyebrows with your thumb, taking a moment to appreciate his warm smile before he brings you into a long kiss.

“I’m stuck on this song that I’m writing. Maybe I just need inspiration”

▪️Hendery

“Why are you looking in the mirror so much?”

In the span of the last hour you managed to feel insecure over your hair, your skin, your choice of clothing. You thought you were being subtle when checking out yourself, the reflection only making you wanna shrink even more with every quick glance.

“Do you still find me as attractive as you did when we first met? Like do you ever get butterflies on your stomach anymore?”

“Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”

You sigh, rubbing your face in embarrassment. Being content in yourself was a challenge on its own, even more so when your boyfriend looked like that.

“When we first started dating we were all over each other. I wouldn’t even make it past your bedroom door before you kissed me everywhere. Ten called us disgusting all the time.”

“And?”

“And now it’s been an hour since I came here and you haven’t even touched me...”

Hendery sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair defeatedly. With a soft hand motion he encourages you to come lie next to him on his bed, cupping your face before leaving a kiss on your lips.

“When we first started dating I couldn’t believe you were mine. I had this urgency in me like I had to taste as much of you as I could. Like you would slip away from my fingers, but-”

“But?”

Hendery takes your hand in his, and starts a trail of shiver-inducing kisses from your wrist up to your shoulder, so slow that you thought he’d never finish his sentence.

“But I realized that it wasn’t fair to you. I want to love you like we have a lifetime ahead, not like our time is running out. I want to love you like you deserve, and I want to take my time”

▪️Yangyang

He was playing that damn video game again. Yangyang always looked so cute when he was concentrating so heavily, lips pursed in a pout and eyes following the different players on the screen. Desperate to feel the softness of his hoodie and comfort on his embrace you come closer to him, attempting to sit on his lap.

“He’s behind you! Shoot! Shoot!” You jump up from your seat along with him, wrapping your hands around his neck to keep your balance. “Babe not now! You made me miss the screen!”

Hurt by his sharp tone and volume of his voice you start to get up, hating the burning feeling of the fresh tears that begged to escape the corners of your eyes.

Yangyang’s grip on your elbow stops you before you leave his lap, a worried look painted on his face.

“What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

“You know sometimes you get so into your games that you yell at me over nothing…”

His pretty face falls into a frown, whole body rigid and focused on your sad expression.

“Baby, come here”

Throwing one leg over his lap, Yangyang turns you around in his hold so that you’re facing him. His fingers pet your hair until you close your eyes in bliss, your breath slowing down until it matches his.

“You’re right. I’m so, so sorry if I said something that hurt you. Will you please stay here? You’re my lucky charm. My beautiful, lucky charm that fits right into my lap”

You smile at his sweet words, letting your head rest against his neck and enjoying the little backrubs he gave you until he felt you were fully relaxed. You easily fell asleep in his arms, your sweet dreams interrupted only from the kisses he left on your temples.

[blahkugo]

𝟓 ༒ 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯

⤷ dirty valentine m.list

⤷ complete bnha m.list

dabi / touya todoroki — daddy kink

a/n: it’s just pure filth. needy!rc & dabi being a dick daddy.

wc: 1.3k

tw: consensual somno, overstim, daddy kink (obvi)

It’s always a pleasure to see Dabi asleep.

Not in fitful naps filled with nightmares, murmured pleas, and sweat-soaked sheets—or the occasional post-battle concussion—but actually resting. He doesn’t get much sleep to begin with, and when he does there always seems to be a grimace attached, a tick of his jaw that makes your breath catch, worried for the safety of his subconscious mind.

But on rare occasions like tonight, you get a little glimpse of your boyfriend truly at peace. Chest rising and falling at an even pace, loose black hair tousled across the pillow, cheeks softly flushed. He looks content, for once, and it makes your heart soar.

It’s really too bad you’re as horny as you are.

Dabi always demands you wake him at the slightest of necessities, claims he’d much rather be buried inside your tight, wet cunt then fighting comatose demons. You should, given how often you’ve woken up to him tonguing it, licking and slurping you as though he’s parched and you’re a glass of water on the nightstand. It’d be a welcomed surprise, really, to turn the tables for once.

Still, you don’t want to be a bother, don’t want to be the needy little thing you always are for him. He deserves to be looked after too—and besides, the sight of him so tranquil is almost enough to quell your salacious thoughts. Almost. You can’t truly deny the slick dribbling down your thighs, the way he could have you satiated and fucked asleep with a few pumps of his wrist.

But maybe you can have the best of both worlds, take this rare chance to play caretaker while still getting yourself off.

So you begin your little mission, clambering over to where Dabi lays peacefully and snuggling up against him. Your actions are silent, completed with the utmost caution as to not risk rousing him. And his warm body welcomes you, stirring only to pull you closer.

When you’ve successfully wrapped a leg around his thigh, you test the waters by humping against it once, twice—softly at first—only focusing on your own pleasure when you’re certain he won’t awaken.

Soon, you’re rutting shamelessly, lost in the chase of your high, a hand clamped tightly over your mouth to stifle gasps and low moans. The friction of your clit against his rough thighs is pure bliss, the slick that drizzles across his skin only provoking you further.

What would Dabi say if he saw you like this? If he’s stirred into consciousness by your sharp inhales and the helpless little juts of your hips against him? It’s dirty, you’re dirty, for getting so worked up over his unconscious body. Knowing him, he’d probably–

“Enjoying yourself, princess?”

The sudden quip makes you jolt, shocking you out of your thoughts as you rush to feign innocence. It’s no use, of course; judging by the smirk on Dabi’s face, it seems he’s been watching you for quite some time.

“I- I was just–” You struggle to explain yourself, feeling heat blossom in your chest at being caught in such an obscene position.

“Well don’t stop on my account,” he tempts, voice dangerously gravely, low enough to make your gut tighten and your legs tremble. “Looks like you’re doin’ just fine on your own.”

You can see the smugness in his lidded eyes, the way he shifts himself up against the headboard, throwing his arms behind his head and repositioning you directly on his lap. All the while, he ignores the whimper you let out, the quiver of your bottom lip as you silently beg for him to touch you. This is a punishment, of course, a petty consequence of trying to fulfill your own needs when he’s right here.

So, what can you do except follow the command? You begin grinding against him again, eyes trained on the beautiful man in front of you. He doesn’t say a word, simply watches as you bounce pathetically, desperately attempting to regain the rhythm you had fallen into only moments ago.

But with his gaze glued to your body, it’s impossible. Now that he’s fully present, you can’t help but long for the rough graze of his fingers, for the feeling of being poked and prodded by the nimble digits that know every inch of your warm walls. And he knows good and well how badly you want him to reach out, to allow you to melt beneath his touch.

Finally fed up with your failure, you mumble a soft, ‘please help me,’ eyes trained anywhere but his own.

“What was that, baby?” Dabi presses a finger to your chin, lifting it so that you’re peering up at him once again. “Didn’t quite catch that.” The look he gives you should be illegal, all pointed teeth and hungry eyes, an amalgam of pure arrogance and satisfaction that even a hero wouldn’t dare challenge.

Your hands dart out to grab at his arm, still helplessly writhing against his heated skin, “P-please daddy, need you.”

Within seconds, you’re lifted, then placed with your knees on either side of his bare leg. Dabi doesn’t bother with flipping you around, seemingly content with watching you fall apart completely on display. One hand remains fastened behind his head, but the other finally moves towards you. His fingers ghost across your thighs, coating themselves in your juices while he inches to where you need him most.

“Poor little baby,” he hums, swiftly sinking two knuckles into your wet cunt, “can’t get yourself off without daddy’s help, yeah?”

The sudden stretch makes you keen into him, hands scrambling for purchase on his biceps. Dabi curls his fingers upwards, pressing against gummy walls at the spot that makes your stomach heavy and your eyes clench shut. In just a few seconds, you feel yourself far closer to paradise than your own ministrations ever got you.

Soon, time is lost on you. You’re unsure of when you reached your first peak, or how many times you’ve cum since, though Dabi’s lithe digits never let up. You’re still meeting his thrusts, rubbing your clit against his palm with every pump and whining incoherently.

The only thing you know, the only thing that truly matters in this moment, is the God in front of you—his touch, his smug grin, his incessant urging that ‘you can take it, princess,’—but your nerves are on fire. You’re unable to voice your concern, too stimulated to offer anything but pathetic squeals and cries of ‘daddy, daddy, daddy,’ over and over again.

“T-Too much– ah, s’ too much,” you sob between gasps, upper body dropping against his chest when you can no longer support yourself. Instead of stopping, it only makes Dabi press harder—but he allows you the simple reprieve of curling into him, moving his free arm to caress your sweat-soaked head.

“Been saying that for a while now,” he grunts, wincing when your fingernails dig into his pecks, “but your sloppy cunt’s still gushing all over me, yeah?”

“I- fuck, I-” You can’t help but stutter, babbling through fuzzy thoughts. Every single part of you begs for release—muscles aching, skin sheen with sweat and tight walls clenching on their own—but he’s right; your body still humps against his every thrust, sorry little movements that achieve nothing but making you beg and blubber louder.

“One more time, princess,” he coos, throbbing cock straining against your ass, “and we can sleep.” Somewhere in your hazy brain, you know he’s lying, know he’ll be wide awake for days to come.

Dabi never gets a good night’s sleep, but it’s fine; he’s always quite content fucking you unconscious.

[wonlouvre]

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x non-idol!female oc genre: fluff just because we love it word count: 2.9k+ WARNINGS: none! (pls tell me if i missed anything!)

Kim Mingyu is always caring and always loving. 💌: it’s true... kim mingyu has found his way to my heart. lol just kidding! it’s the vlog and ugh!!!! he’s so soft, sexy and domestic (don’t u dare disagree with me) and i had to talk about it!!! PLS SEND THIS SOME LOVIN <3 thank you!

1. Finding excuses to touch each other in little ways

Mingyu always gravitates towards you whenever your circle of friends get together. He seems to always find a way to be right beside you, regardless if the space is too small for his tall build. It doesn’t matter if you're sitting on a single seat sofa, the arm rest is plenty comfortable to lounge on (it’s not). And when you’re chatting with your friends other than him? He will just stand where you are, also listening (as if you don’t have enough ears already).

But more than that, you think it’s him finding excuses to touch you. It’s not necessarily the bold hand holding type or resting his arm around your waist kind of touching. It’s more on the subtle grazing of his knuckles against yours, shoulders bumping or his arms on the backrest, warming the back of your neck (when you’re finally on a big couch). 

It’s a little suspicious because you and Mingyu never established anything about crossing the boundaries of your friendship. In fact, it’s not only until recently that you started sending text messages other than the time and location of your meetup. You’ve known him for a short while. You met him through a mutual friend and that was it. You became part of their circle, him with yours. You now share text messages of what time you get off of work or what you are having for dinner. You even talk about the current drama you’re watching until midnight even though you’re already tired and could pass out anytime soon. 

You honestly don’t know how it all started, but you’re not complaining. At all.

You’re not complaining whether it be him excitedly running to you once you arrive or patiently waiting until the person sitting next to you leaves and slowly fills the vacancy. You also don’t mind when he removes the stray strand of hair you didn’t notice while you’re talking and puts it behind your ear. You’re also not uncomfortable when his gaze lingers to your face when he thinks you don’t notice. 

You’re no different anyway.

Your fingers always absent-mindedly find their way to the soft fabric of his shirt whenever he walks ahead of you. Sometimes, your hand rests a little longer on the back of his neck when he leans the other way to answer one of your friend’s questions while you speak to the one on your side. The bravest display of affection you have ever done was not only rubbing your hand against his back but slipping it underneath his sweatshirt where you could feel his bare skin and taut muscles because he said he was cold.

That was the first among many. 

Eventually, you start grasping Mingyu’s hand when he offers it whenever you’re walking to the restaurant, park, cafe or the parking lot without the need to look behind you . He just holds them out, trusting that you’ll take it. You actually do. Every single time. You don’t see it, but it puts a wide grin on his face.

2. Slowly becoming more comfortable with each other

It was a long tiring day at work but you couldn’t say no to Minghao’s birthday dinner invitation. He’s the mutual friend that led you to meeting Mingyu and aside from the long history the two of you share, you are grateful for him bridging you and Mingyu. Plus, his party always has the best foods and drinks. 

Mingyu must have seen right through you. Your shoulders were slumped and face casted down when you entered the house and removed your coat. Mingyu was waiting for you, leaning on the beam post as he scrolled down his phone to kill time. He offers you a small smile to which you return immediately. The day doesn’t sound so bad anymore. 

It gets better when he meets you halfway and envelopes you in a big warm hug. Your arms didn’t hesitate to circle around his neck, face nuzzling to his neck and smelling his scent you have grown familiar with. He almost swept you off of your feet and pressed a kiss on the side of your head, but he restrained himself and settled for a hug in the meantime. 

“Ahem,” you hear Minghao’s voice, making you reluctantly let go of the baby giant standing in front of you. “It’s my birthday. Shouldn’t I get a hug too?”

You chuckle and make your way towards him. You give him a hug, but only with one arm because Mingyu was holding the other one back, his fingers interlaced with yours. “Happy birthday, Minghao.”

Your friend mutters a sincere thank you. Afterwards, he sends a cheeky wink to Mingyu as if to tell him that he knows. In return, Mingyu just glares at him. You’ll never probably know about this teasing exchange, but who knows, Minghao always finds a way to have the upperhand. He’ll save this story after the two of you officially date. 

“Make a move already,” Minghao says and nudges his friend who’s left alone after you excused yourself to the restroom. 

“Shut up,” Mingyu groans and down the drink he’s holding. “I’ll do it soon, you impatient prick.”

Minghao just gives his signature giggle. 

You return after five minutes and Minghao’s wink doesn’t go unnoticed. You frown when he  snickers as he takes his leave. He must be getting drunk, you thought and find your place beside Mingyu once again, his arm around your shoulders while yours around his waist. 

“What was that all about?” You ask and look up to him. 

“Hmmm?” He hums and intently meets your eyes. “What is it?”

“Minghao,” you answer. “He just winked at me. Were you guys talking behind my back?”

Your narrowed eyes and sulky pout makes Mingyu smile in adoration. He shakes his head and leans down to lightly bump his forehead against yours. For a moment, your heart stops beating at the action. You thought he was about to kiss you. 

“No, of course not,” he assures you and ruffles the top of your head. “It must be the alcohol.”

3. Remembering little details about each other

There’s this one habit that you noticed Mingyu has been doing. His hair is short compared to yours, but even with that length, he likes to pull some strands and twist them around his fingers. At first you were confused, but when you witnessed him sleepily do it after he woke up from a quick nap, you were sure nothing looked more endearing. 

These days you do it for him and that makes him drift to dreamland in an instant. It wasn’t an intentional act. The first time was when you were in the car on the way to the rest house that you’ll be staying at with your friends. He was squirming and couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position. You felt bad because he looked like he really wanted to get some shut-eye. So without any hesitation, you gently grab his head and let it rest on your shoulder. Mingyu becomes small beside you once he wraps his arms around yours. You were only caressing his hair in the first few minutes and it’s not until later you started doing his habit. He was snoring all throughout the ride and you weren’t bothered by one bit.

On the other hand, Mingyu noticed that you only use one pillow. Not only when you sleep. You just seriously have one pillow on your bed and that’s it. You told him it’s inside one of your cabinets when he asked you where the other pair was when he visited (he goes to your place now, alone). He asked why and your only answer is that you don’t want it to accumulate dust. 

“I sleep just fine with one pillow for my head to rest on anyway,” you tell him while placing the hot mug on the center table. 

“Noted,” he says and pat the cushion of your couch for you to sit on. “I won’t give you any then for your birthday.”

You roll your eyes, but smile nonetheless and finally take your seat. 

Mingyu takes the remote and presses play to start the movie you decided to watch. You snuggle closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder. Almost like an instinct, Mingyu wraps his arm around you without tearing his eyes from the television. 

“You could be my other pillow,” you murmur under your breath and if Mingyu was too engrossed in the film, he wouldn’t hear you. 

Good thing he wasn’t. Because he heard you loud and clear. 

Remember when Mingyu said he won’t buy you a pillow for your birthday? He didn’t. But he did on one random day. 

Your hands were by your hips as you watched him take your now old pillow and replace it with the brand new ones he bought. He must be out of his mind if he thinks he can just barge into your bedroom and change your decor. Well, you must be also out of your mind because you’re allowing him to do so.

“Can I know why you’re suddenly changing my pillow?” You question as you follow him around. 

“You’ll sleep better with these,” he guarantees, fluffing them up.

You cross your arms and challenge his claims. “How do you even know that?”

“I asked around and did my research,” he answers and takes your hand to pull you to the mattress. “Doctors also recommend this particular pillow design.”

He makes you lay down and when your head hits his gift, you can’t deny the instant relaxation your muscles felt. You thought you were going to fall asleep right this moment. 

“How is it?” Mingyu asks, still standing as he peers down at you. “Feels good, right?”

“Lay down with me and you’ll find out,” you boldly offer, looking him directly in the eyes. 

Mingyu blinks in astonishment, but doesn’t back down. He quickly removes his slippers (the one you bought only for him) and takes the space on your other side. This is the first time he’ll ever lay beside you on your bed and you honestly don’t know how to feel. In a good way. A really really good way.

“Oh wow,” he says with a sigh and closed eyes. “This does feel good.”

You smile and prop yourself on your elbow to face him and bop his nose. “You didn’t have to buy me this, but thank you nonetheless.”

Mingyu opens his eyes before holding you close to him, your head on his chest and his one arm underneath your body. He briefly kisses your forehead and closes his eyes again. 

“Anything for you.”

4. Showing that they care for one another

“I can always cook for you, if you want.”

Mingyu, being the ever all around and caring person that he is, decided to make you lunch. He cooked you your favorites because you mentioned at your dinner date (yes, you finally call your times spent together dates) that you missed eating them and cooking has been excluded from your schedule because of your lack of energy to do so. 

Your smile is beaming while you fix the collar of his coat. He hasn’t even showered yet by the looks of his disheveled hair and familiar yellow t-shirt you saw during your video call last night. He probably woke up earlier than usual to cook and rush to get here. 

“You know that I will appreciate that, right?” You ask and pat his chest. “But no thank you. I’m just busy this week. I will find a way to cook again.”

Mingyu purses his lips and nods. “Well, just say the word and I got you.”

You giggle and kiss his cheek. “How’s the song you’re working on with Wonwoo by the way?”

It was Mingyu’s turn to smile as he tail behind you to your bedroom. He mentioned this collaboration once (he talked about it for hours but that doesn’t matter) and his heart swells with pride that you remembered. You know that he has a lot of interests and that he’s good at doing them. Recently, he’s been immersed with music composing because he had the chance to visit Jihoon’s studio and watch him do his magic. Bringing Wonwoo along was a piece of cake because of their similar tastes.

“It’s doing great!” He answers and plops down on your bed. “We’ll try to finish recording this week and then we’ll continue from there.”

“I’m so excited to hear it,” you genuinely say while caressing his face. His eyes were closed when he nodded and smiled. He’s really sleepy now. “You can stay here if you want. Nap, shower or whatever.”

Mingyu has stayed the night countless of times. He has his own drawer of clothings, slippers, toothbrush, facial wash, soap and shampoo among many other belongings here already and if he had his own key, he can also just saunter his way in. But out of respect for you, he doesn’t. He can’t wait for that to happen though. 

Mingyu doesn’t need to be told twice, immediately removing his warm coat and dropping it to the floor. You roll your eyes and pick it up, folding it neatly before placing it on the chair. You watch him slip underneath the blanket and hold the pillow you use close to him, slowly falling asleep. 

You breathe out a dreamy sigh and lean down to kiss his forehead. “See you later, baby.”

5. Slowly, but surely falling in love

How do you even start finding the right words to describe how Mingyu has made a huge difference in your life? He tells you how you did all the time. You, however, can’t seem to exactly point them out. Your boyfriend (for the nth time, finally) is not bothered by one bit but you feel bad because you want him to know, you want to assure him.

He just shakes his head at you and pulls you closer to his naked torso, coaxing you to sleep and not let it get in your head. You relent after a while, giving his pecs a soft kiss and closing your eyes. 

The following morning, Mingyu wakes up early because he has to meet with the director and production crew that will bring their music video to life. They took a break after the song was finished to breathe and let ideas flow naturally without any force. The song was beyond amazing and you are proud of what he and his best friend accomplished. He’s on a roll these days and you're happy for him.

Mingyu remains on the bed, picking up his phone from the nightstand to check the time. His other arm remains wrapped around you, running soothing circles on your shoulder as you continue to sleep. He lowers the brightness level before scrolling any further, afraid that it will awfully wake you up. He has the option to get up, but he prefers you to not get cranky because he left.

Eventually, Mingyu has to force himself up but not without leaving kisses all over your face. You were already awake the moment he woke up. You were just stalling for time with your eyes closed so that you can keep him close to you. When he detaches himself, you finally open your eyes and follow his body walking towards the bathroom. 

The bedroom is dark from the closed curtains, but the light he turns on is enough for you to get a good grasp of how sexy and handsome your boyfriend is. You ogle at him and you’re proud of it. He has caught you numerous times already, but he admits that he’s the same with you. It doesn’t matter if you’re wearing a hoodie matched with sweatpants or a lace camisole paired with an underwear of the same material. His eyes will follow you.

After stretching your limbs that fell asleep with you, you sit up and stand from the bed as well. You put your slippers on and grab the cardigan he always leaves on the chair and drape it over your upper body. Mingyu hears your movements as he brushes his teeth and smiles at your sluggish steps towards him. 

“Breakfast?” You ask while wrapping your arms around his waist, your cheek resting against his back. 

“I’ll grab some with Wonwoo hyung,” he answers, rinsing the toothbrush. “Do you want me to cook for you?”

You shake your head no and plant a kiss on his warm skin. Even at this point of your relationship, Mingyu has been consistent. Always caring, always loving. 

“It’s okay. I’ll probably fall asleep again in the living room once you leave.”

Mingyu turns around and wraps his arms around your waist. You lean towards him and let his body engulf yours. He kisses, once or twice, the top of your head before reluctantly letting go to shower. 

“Let’s have dinner together tonight,” he says. “I’ll cook.”

“No, I will cook,” you rebut and he just shakes his head. “I love you, Mingyu.”

Mingyu almost slipped on the cold tiled floor. You laugh and he glares at you. 

“I told you not to surprise me like that!” He complains and shuts the curtains closed. 

You roll your eyes and walk outside to the living room.

“And I love you too!” 

[jobean12-blog]

Delicate Beauty

Pairing: Bucky x reader x daughter (Dad AU)

Word Count: 727

Summary: Bucky’s daugther has a plan to use the flowers you have in the house. 

Author’s Note: This is for the @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love in Bloom Challenge and day 4: Hibiscus. I always love writing Dad!bucky and I thought this was a sweet idea. Thank you so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by @imerdwarf

Warnings: Soft and sweet domestic fluffs 

SPOILER FREE!!!

“Hey Mommy?” Sam asks, tugging on your shirt.

“Yes baby?” You look down at her, the expression on her face pleading.

“Can I have some of your red flowers?”

You open your mouth but she interrupts you.

“Pretty please! I just need some and it’s for something really good and I promise you’ll love it.” Her words come out jumbled and fast but you give her a beaming smile.

“Sure baby,” you reply before walking over to the vase of red hibiscus flowers you cut from your potted plant the other day.

You pull out a stem with several flowers on it and give it to her.

“Do you need me to cut them off for you?” you ask.

“No Mommy, I can do it! I’m six!” she states.

You raise your brows and watch her run off.

“Sam!” you whisper shout, causing her to spin around quickly. “Don’t wake Daddy!”

She nods her head but her lips turn up in a grin and you don’t trust it. Narrowing your eyes, you give her a warning look but she runs off with a giggle.

Bucky is asleep on the couch, his right arm tucked under his head and his metal arm resting along his stomach. He just got back from a 4-day mission and has been napping since lunch. Sam slowly creeps over and sits by the coffee table, carefully cutting the hibiscus flowers from the stems.

She crawls onto the couch and sits between his legs, taking the delicate flowers and laying them over his stomach. For a moment she just watches him to make sure he’s asleep. Once she’s satisfied it’s safe she starts to decorate his metal arm, meticulously placing each flower in a particular spot along the metal plates, stuffing the small stems between so they stay put.

Admiring her works she smiles and slides off the couch to get more things. She comes back with stickers and some pipe cleaners. She makes the pipe cleaners appear like vines connecting the flowers and places some flower stickers in the open spaces.

Bucky sleeps peacefully, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks and his breathing even. She leaves the couch once again and finds you in the kitchen.

“Mommy, can I have your phone please?”

You don’t ask why and hand it over. She easily opens the camera app and rushes off. A minute later she’s back and quietly pulling you toward the living room.  You gasp when you see Bucky’s arm and the beautiful flowers flowing downward toward his hand.

He wakes and starts to stretch, Sam running over to still him.

“Daddy. Don’t move!” she says sternly and he freezes.

“What’s wrong baby doll?” he asks, staring at her.

“Look,” she says, pointing to his arm.

He looks down, cautiously moving his arm to see everything she did.

“Wow baby. Did you do this?”

Sam nods vigorously, beaming when he smiles brightly at her.

“Now your arm is even more beautiful than it was before Daddy.”

Her words soften his eyes and he looks to you before asking Sam, “you think it’s beautiful?”

“Of course, I do Daddy! It’s so shiny and has pretty colors and you’re so strong and protect us with it.”

She clambers up and sits on his stomach, leaning forward and pressing her little face to his.

“I love it so much baby doll. Thank you.” He kisses her nose and curls his metal arm around her little body, pulling her close, careful not to ruin the flowers.

He signals for you to lay with him, holding out his other arm. You round the couch and slip under it, snuggling into his chest. The three of you lay there and talk about flowers, Sam’s interest endless. The afternoon drifts by as your wrapped in the love of your family until Bucky’s stomach grumbles and causes you to laugh.

“I guess we should get up and figure out dinner,” you sigh, not yet willing to leave the warmth of his body.

“I think so…” Bucky starts, breaking out into a grin. “Unless you want me to eat you two!”

His hand finds your side and he starts to tickle you, getting Sam with the other. You both shriek and try to escape but it’s hopeless so in one last effort you team up and attack, Bucky’s laughter filling the room.

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