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Pink and Yellow Chevron Baby Diaper Cake

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pairing ꩜ husband!mingyu x afab!reader

sequel to hurts so good, please read it first to understand their background/dynamics.

content/genre ꩜ haters to lovers, ceo/mean husband mingyu, smut (18+ mdni). they sort of have a fwb thing going on.

author's note ꩜

not proofread. comments are appreciated!

warnings under the cut!

warnings ꩜ smut, masturbation (m. and f. receiving), oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, corruption kink (it's not deeply explored), orgasm denial, creampie, dom-ish mingyu, dirty talk, cock warming, pet names (baby, dear husband/wife, my queen, pretty girl), mentions of threesome.

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You loved birthday parties, especially if they were children’s parties. It’s Saturday afternoon and you’re in the backyard of Wonwoo and Claire’s house to celebrate Yeji’s 4th birthday.

You’re sitting by the pool, your legs submerged to your knees. You see your husband playing around with his friends’ kids. He’s holding Minjoon—Seungcheol’s son—in his arms while he pretends to drink tea with Yeji and three of her school friends. Your heart skips a beat when he looks your way and smiles. It’s almost unfair how handsome he is, even dressed with pink fairy wings, a princess tiara and a pair of plastic earrings.

You sigh and turn your attention to the big form approaching. Joshua greets you with a smile. "Y/N, why are you here all alone?" he asks while sitting by your side.

"Just chilling." You offer a shy smile, a bit intimidated by his presence.

Joshua Hong is gorgeous. When you first met him, you were completely enamored with his face. And when you found out he was nice and friendly, you kinda developed a crush on him. Now, a few years later, you still feel intimidated whenever he’s around.

You take in his visuals, from his dark hair pushed back, featuring his perfect face, to the white button up shirt that allowed you to see a bit of his chest, to his light brown cargo shorts that showcased his legs perfectly. He carried an amused smile on his lips, as usual.

"I’m glad you joined me, though."

"Well, all of my friends are talking about parenting and I can’t listen to another minute of tips on how to change a diaper." Joshua states and you laugh lightly.

"I know the feeling very well." You throw him an empathetic look. "So… how was your trip to Paris? Mingyu mentioned you went there for a convention or something?"

Shua stares into the water, he’s watching your feet move around. "Yeah, for this Luxury Hotels thing. My dad’s trying to expand the franchise and I went to meet some European investors."

"Seems a bit boring." You blurt out and Joshua chuckles, agreeing promptly.

"It is. But it’s work so it’s not meant to be fun."

"True. But Paris is a great city with amazing food and museums."

"Maybe we should go together next time." Joshua comments and your movements freeze instantly. Realizing what he said, he adds "With everyone else, I mean! Like a group trip."

The mischievous gleam in his eyes makes you feel warm inside. Joshua’s flirting, you’re not dumb. And he’s not either, he knows the truth about your situationship with Mingyu.

"That would be nice." Your voice is soft and shaky. He barely said anything and you’re freaking out inside, which leads you to think that maybe you have a big crush on him.

"Hey! You two!" You hear Mingyu’s voice calling. "Let’s sing happy birthday and cut the cake."

Joshua gets up and extends his hands to help you. His palms feel soft under your fingertips, and you feel your insides twist. "C’mon, Y/N. Your husband’s waiting." He flashes a knowing smile and walks away, leaving you too stunned to follow.

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It’s been a year since you and Mingyu made peace and started being friends. You agreed to be friends with benefits and to be exclusive, since you couldn’t risk someone assuming one of you was cheating. So you two reaped the benefits like dates, physical touching and, of course, sex, but didn’t really work on getting romantically involved. Of course that doesn’t mean that both of you didn’t develop some feelings, because you did. But, for now, you played husband and wife and everything was good.

But now, thinking about the way Joshua flirted with you, you wished you could have him. And your brain, always being one to come up with naughty ideas, had the best solution to your problem.

"Gyu?" You call your husband softly. You’re both lying on your shared bed watching TV, his head on your chest and his big hand caressing your belly.

"Hm?" He responds without looking away from the big screen.

"Remember that one time we talked about having a threesome, and I said I didn’t have a guy option?" Your words sparked his interest, so the man got up on his elbows to look at you. "I have a name now…"

Mingyu looks curiously at you. He has an idea of who, but he wants you to say the name. "Who?"

You bite your lower lip, feeling a bit nervous. "Joshua."

Your husband smirks. He knew it. "You have the hots for Shua hyung, dear wife?"

"So what if I do?" You pout. "He’s single and he seems to know about us."

Mingyu scrunches his nose. "I accidentally told him last time we went out for a drink." He reveals with a sheepish smile. "He’s reliable, don’t worry."

"Well, one more reason to do it with him." You say excitedly, your mind already picturing the things you would to do Joshua.

"I don’t want to have a threesome anymore." Your husband states in a quiet voice.

When you look at him, he’s staring down at his hand that’s resting on your hips. He looks a bit annoyed. "What? Are you jealous?" You chuckle, fishing for an answer.

"Not at all." He lies, rolling his eyes to add to the dramatics. "It’s just not on my kink list."

His words make you realize that he’s never once told you about his kinks. In the past year, you’ve talked a few times about it. And Mingyu’s been really open to exploring them, always being so generous and giving you new mind blowing sex experiences each time.

"So what’s on your kink list?" You ask with a sly smile, liking the direction of the conversation.

Mingyu lets his body fall on the bed, hiding his face. He shakes his head, indicating he’s not talking.

"Tell me!" You insist, shaking his arms. "I told you all of mine, but you never told me yours. Besides angry sex, of course."

"Never mind. It’s stupid."

You grab his chin to make him look at you. His cheeks have a pink hue, and he’s scrunching his nose. "Please baby, tell me."

Mingyu sighs, giving in to your soft plead. "It’s not actually a kink, but maaaaybe I’ve been thinking about fucking you in a wedding dress. Since our wedding night never happened."

The air gets caught up in your lungs. The idea of Mingyu having his way with you in a sort of reenactment of your wedding day makes your core burn and your stomach twist and turn.

"I like that idea." You give him a quick kiss before letting go of his face. "What else?"

"I wanted to try corruption kink." He looks away, his face burning even more. It’s funny how cute he looks while revealing his sexual fantasies.

"We can totally try it too." You agree, even if he didn’t actually ask. "But only if you look at me and give me another kiss."

Mingyu chuckles and goes in for the kiss. You touch lips for a few seconds before pulling away.

"Let’s sleep, I’m beaten."

"Not easy being uncle of the year, huh?" You taunt him. "You looked cute dressed up as a fairy."

"The things I do for my goddaughter." He sighs. You both knew fully well he enjoyed playing with the kids, but you let his little lie slide. "Good night, dear wife."

"Good night, dear husband." You allow him to engulf you in a warm hug before slipping into unconsciousness.

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A couple weeks later, you and Mingyu go out to celebrate your 5th anniversary. It’s the first one you’re going to celebrate, now that you’re on good terms. For this reason, you prepared a little surprise for Mingyu, wanting to spice things up a bit.

After your conversation about his kinks, you decided you needed a special occasion to try them, and what’s more special than the first anniversary you celebrate?

So you went out with Gwen and she helped you pick out a nice wedding dress. You settled for a sparkly white satin rhinestone strap mini dress that really compliments your boobs and legs. You’re sure he’s going to lose it when he sees you.

Mingyu also planned a surprise: he made a reservation for an overnight stay in a luxurious hotel room, which had the biggest bed you’ve ever seen.

You arrive after having dinner at your favorite Italian restaurant. Mingyu has a goofy smile, maybe because you both had a couple drinks, maybe because he is excited for the night.

There’s a small table in your room with two flutes and a bottle of champagne waiting. Mingyu pops it open and you toast. You take a sip and decide it’s time to put on your dress.

"Wait here, I have a surprise."

While you rush to the big bathroom to get changed, Mingyu takes off his blazer. He’s wearing a deep purple shirt that compliments his skin, and perfectly tailored dress pants. His hands are shaking in anticipation, because he has another surprise for you before the night ends.

Meanwhile, you put on your dress pretty quickly—you chose one that you’re able to zip up yourself. You pull the white lace garter up your leg, adding a touch of sensuality. To finish off, you place the short veil on your head. Taking a quick glance in the mirror, you decide you look perfect. You slip back into your white heels and open the bathroom door.

Mingyu’s looking out the window, his champagne glass nearly empty. You approach him slowly and cover his eyes with your hands. "Guess who?"

"Hm… I have a feeling it’s my wife. Not sure though." He joined in with a laugh.

You place your hands on his shoulder and turn him around, revealing your new outfit. His jaw drops when he sees you.

"Y/N, what is this?" His breathing is quick and you can see he’s starting to malfunction.

"Well, I kept thinking about how we never had a wedding night." You bite your lower lip, inching closer to him. "And I figured tonight would be a good one to make up for lost time. Don’t you agree?"

Mingyu just stares, still in shock. He takes in your form, how your boobs look delicious in your dress, the way the fabric hugs your waist, and how you look fucking angelic while asking him to fuck you. "Shit, you can’t do this to me." He groans in a low, deep tone.

You can see he already has a tent in his pants. Mingyu looks flushed, and you haven’t even touched him yet.

"How about you lie down, dear husband?" You say in a provocative tone. "You look a little pale, let me take care of you."

The man nearly runs to the bed. He gets comfortable and you get on top of him. Your core is starting to grow hot, seeing how much he wants you.

Without giving it a second thought, pull out his pants along with his boxers. His cock stands hard and leaking pre cum, which makes your mouth water at the sight.

Before leaving the house, you decided you want to have a night to remember. And you hold on to that determination when you keep pushing Mingyu’s buttons.

"I want to help, but I don’t know how…" you take his cock in your hand and pump it slowly. He shudders at the stimulation. "Can you teach me how to do it, dear husband?" Your saccharine voice makes something twist inside of Mingyu. He takes in your doe eyes and semi innocent smile, quickly catching on what you’re doing. The man chuckles in pleasant disbelief, he knows he’s in for a treat.

"My pretty girl needs guidance?" His big hand starts to guide yours as you masturbate him. You’re sitting on his beefy thighs and you can feel him trembling as you increase the speed of your movements. Mingyu’s eyes are closed and his mouth slightly parted, allowing some sighs to fall off easily.

You feel him twitching under your palm and his hand holds your wrist to stop you. "That’s enough, baby." His voice is breathy and it makes you happy to see how much you affect him.

"Can you do something else for me?" Mingyu asks. You nod and bat your eyelashes at him. "I need you to put your mouth around it."

You feign shock, widening your eyes and slightly gaping your mouth. Mingyu sits up a bit, and kisses you softly while kneading your thighs. "I'll help through it, pretty girl".

You slide down the bed and inch closer to his throbbing cock. "Open your mouth." Mingyu instructs and you play along.

His heavy hand grabs the back of your head and guides you to start sucking him off. He loves the wet and warm feeling of your tongue on his cock, it makes the fire in his abdomen burn hotter and hotter with each passing second.

Mingyu starts to feel hot and unbuttons his shirt, his hand leaving your to bob your head on your own for a few seconds. "You're so good at this, baby." He groans deeply and you feel arousal pool on your lace panties, his reactions turning you on even more.

When he feels he's about to cum, Mingyu pulls you away. You take a good look at your husband, taking in they way his toned chest glistened because of the thin layer of sweat. He takes off his shirt, laying bare beneath you. He looks beautiful and your heart races.

You sigh and move closer, needing to feel his lips on yours. You share a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing in sync. Mingyu guides your hips and you grind against him, his big hands giving occasional slaps on your ass.

By now, you're already soaking wet and desperate for his cock. You need Mingyu and you need him now. "Gyu, I need you".

"Need me to do what, baby?"

Of course he wasn't going to make it easy for you. You take his hand and guide it to your dripping cunt, acting shy. Mingyu runs his fingers on your lace panties and grunts when he feels just how wet you are.

Mingyu decides to play nice and slips his fingers in your panties. He glides his fingers easily, collecting your wetness while rubbing your lower lips. His middle finger settles in your clit and he circles it slowly, sending electric waves through your body.

Your head feels heavy with lust, so you let it fall on his shoulder. He keeps masturbating you until you feel on edge. When he senses you're about to cum, he stops his ministrations, earning a frustrated cry from you.

"I-I was so close" you complain with a pout. Mingyu laughs and pecks your puckered up lips.

"I promise I'm going to make you feel even better."

Mingyu reaches for the zipper on your back and undoes it in a way to expose your boobs. He grabs them and runs his thumbs on your nipples. "So perfect for me, they fit perfectly in my hands."

He attaches his lips to your right nipple and keep massaging the other. You go back to rutting each other like animals on heat. You pull his hair and let you head fall back, the familiar burning sensation running through your veins.

Mingyu decides he's had enough, so he manhandles you so you're on all fours. He stands tall behind you, admiring your exposed ass and covered cunt. Slowly, he slides your panties down your legs. You shake in anticipation.

"My beautiful wife..." he sighs. "You're going to be good to me, aren't you?" You agree quickly. "I can't wait to ruin you. To fill you up with my seed and get you pregnant." You both moan in unison.

Your heart is racing with his words. God, you'd let him do anything to you. Anything. "Please, do it."

Mingyu's cock throbs with your request. He aligns himself with your whole and sinks in slowly. You lose strength and bend your arms, exposing your ass even more. Mingyu grabs your waist to support you in place, even if his own legs were trembling with pent up desire.

He slides in and out of you, catching up speed until his unrelenting tempo makes the bed shake and hit the wall. His cock massages your inner walls in the most perfect way, hitting all the right places to put you in a lustful frenzy.

You're sure you're moaning and whining, but your heart pumps so loudly in your ears that you don't quite hear it. But Mingyu does, and it only spurs him on. He's lost in your heat, in the way you clench around him. Plus, you in that fucking wedding dress... every time his eyes glimpse at the sheer white fabric, he swears his cock gets even harder.

Mingyu slows down and pulls out of you. You let out a whimper at the loss, feeling really worked up and frustrated.

The man sits down again and pulls you on his lap, and you're so wet you sink down on him with ease. You start to ride him, your boobs bouncing deliciously for Mingyu to see.

His eyes focus on the place where you two connect. Your cunt swallows his big cock beautifully. "You're taking me so well, pretty girl".

You place your hands on his chest for support, your short nails sinking on his skin and leaving small crescent marks. "I'm close."

Mingyu snaps his hips up to meet yours, reaching even deeper within you. It only takes a few slides for you to cum.

You feel your spirit being lifted from your body and you tremble, falling into Mingyu. He places two fingers on your clit and circles it to intensify your pleasure. You're so out of it you don't even notice when Mingyu flips you both over and starts to rail you missionary, chasing after his own high.

"Fill me up, dear husband" You sigh in his ear and Mingyu shivers. "Make my pussy full of your warm cum. Give me your babies".

That's enough for Mingyu to lose it and cum with a deep moan. He shivers and start to unload inside of you, his white milk covering your abused walls. His hips slow down and he stills inside of you.

Once again, he flips you both over, and you stay on top of him again, his cock still inside of you. You kiss his neck and rub your hands on his arms while you wait for him to come down. Mingyu grabs your ass, and you know he's partially recovered. So you sit up again, still cock warming him.

When he looks up at you, you can see the admiration in his eyes. Mingyu smiles beautifully, his canines showing up and his orbs shining with something else you can't quite identify.

"I have to ask you something" He says and you smile, indicating he can keep talking. "But I have to get something first... It pains me, but I need you to slip off".

Even full of his cum, you feel empty when Mingyu slides off. The dress you're wearing is all bunched up and wet, so you take it off and throw it on the floor.

"Can you grab my panties?" You ask your husband and he gets one from your bag. He also brings a wet towel from the bathroom and cleans you up before you slide in your fresh panties. When you're both semi-clean and with underwear on, you slide into the fresh Egyptian cotton sheets.

"What did you want to ask me?" You question, feeling a bit anxious.

Mingyu bites his lower lips. He's feeling shy and self-conscious, but he musters the courage to say what he wants. "Well, this night is about celebrating our wedding, right?" You agree. "This past year's been amazing, and I really liked getting to know you better".

"Me too, Gyu" You smile, your heart beating faster.

"I know we agreed to being friends with benefits, but I realized I can't keep going like that." You have a big question mark in your eyes and Mingyu can see it, so he hurries to complete his line of thought. "I can't be friends because I'm down bad. I love you, Y/N. I never expected this to happen, but I do."

You smile and jump him. Your heart's beating like crazy and you're completely at a loss for words. "I love you too, Gyu."

You both kiss in such a soft way, it makes your heart flutter.

Mingyu's smiling widely, once again showing his canines you adore so much. "Well, I think I can ask you what I wanted then".

He pulls a black box from under the pillow, one you didn't even see him placing there. He opens the box and there lies the most beautiful engagement ring. You never really got engaged, since you hated each other back then.

Mingyu takes the ring. "I kept thinking about how I never asked you to marry me. So, will you be my queen? Will you marry me, for real this time?"

"Yes! Yes, yes... God yes!" He places the ring on your finger and you kiss again, this time with more passion.

"My queen" He places a kiss on your cheek, sighing with a dreamy smile. "We're gonna be so happy, I promise".

"I know we will, baby. I'm gonna give my best for it to happen, too".

Then, Mingyu gets up and fills another glass of champagne for you to toast your engagement. You keep talking and exchanging kisses until late hours. You're down bad, but you're sure you don't want to get up.

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birthday cake - rafe cameron

Baby daddy! Rafe x Baby mama! Maybank! Reader

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Summary:

It’s Iris’ first birthday, and Rafe may have gone a little overboard.

Warnings:

None, just birthday party fluff, some kissing

Word Count: 2,960

A/N:

I love baby daddy Rafe. Let me know if you want to see more!

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“Well don’t you look absolutely gorgeous!”

Iris smiled and clapped her hands, giggling at your excited expression. She was dressed in a big poofy pink dress, white Mary Janes on her feet. Her light brown hair had been gathered into two tiny pigtails. She had a party hat you would try to get a picture of her in later, but you knew better than to try to get her to actually wear it.

It was May 26th, exactly one year since the best, most amazing day of your life.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road,” JJ called as he walked through the living room carrying an armful of gifts. He had been packing the car the entire time you’d been getting Iris ready.

You picked up your daughter and sat her on your hip, grabbing her diaper bag and your purse with your free hand as you followed JJ to the door.

JJ got the last of the party supplies packed in the back of the car while you buckled Iris in her car seat, which turned out to be more difficult than expected with the floofy dress. You briefly wonder if you should have changed her at the country club.

You got it done eventually, and then you and JJ were on the road to Figure 8.

Rafe had insisted you hire a party planner. You argued with him on it at first, because you are perfectly capable of planning a first birthday party yourself, but he wouldn’t drop it, saying he didn’t want you stressing about planning and setting it up yourself. You had rolled your eyes, but he was paying for it, so you figured, what the hell.

It actually wasn’t bad at all. The party planner had involved you every step of the way just like you’d wanted to be. She let you make all the decisions while she made it all come together. It was honestly amazing.

You arrived at the country club just in time to get settled before guests began to arrive. JJ carried the gifts while you carried the baby. You had planned the party for the perfect time, she was freshly up from a nap and would probably stay in a great mood for the whole event.

Your eyes widened as you, JJ, and Iris walked into the event space that had been booked for the party. The theme you had decided on was Berry First Birthday, and it was the most extravagant baby’s birthday party you’d ever seen.

When Rafe had told you he wanted to take care of the party, you didn’t know what to think. He told you you’d still have full creative control because he knew you’d been looking forward to it, but he was going to cover it and he wanted to hire a planner. He let you make every decision, mostly staying out of it, his only instruction being “It has to be the best for my girl.”

There was a big balloon arch made up of red, white, pink, and berry colored balloons, including some actual strawberry balloons, sitting in front of a large pink backdrop with printed strawberries that said Iris’ Berry First Birthday. A vintage looking white high chair sat in front of it, a banner attached to the front that said One with pink and red tassels.

There was a long table filled with food, including some cookies in the shape of strawberries and a large spread of fresh fruit. There was a table that held champagne, which you thought was kind of funny for a one year old’s party. Another table held a giant 3-tiered white cake decorated with strawberries.

He had really gone all out. You weren’t sure why you had expected anything less.

Rafe came walking over the second he noticed you walk through the door, a grin on his face.

“There’s my birthday girl,” he said, reaching his hands out for Iris. She immediately held her arms out, leaning forward towards him.

You handed her over with a laugh, knowing you were no competition when Rafe was around. She was a complete daddy’s girl.

He placed a big kiss on her cheek as he settled her in his arms, and she giggled.

“You look so pretty, baby girl,” he complimented her, smoothing down the puffy skirt of her dress. “I love your dress.”

“Dadadadada,” she babbled in response, a gummy grin on her face. She still only had about 5 teeth. Rafe wore a pink shirt and khaki colored pants, and it was adorable the way he matched with her.

“You really went all out,” you said, taking in the extravagance of the event.

“Yeah, well,” he said, brushing you off and not taking his eyes off the baby, “she only turns 1 once.”

Rafe was always a real baby hog. Once he took her when you arrived, you had a hard time getting her back. You busied yourself arranging the gifts on the gift table and setting out the gift bags you had put together for all the guests.

Guests began to arrive not long after. You and Rafe greeted them together with Iris, the star of the show, in his arms. She absolutely ate up all the attention, giving everyone a big smile and tolerating being passed around to friends and family.

“It’s my bestie!” Sarah squealed as she walked up with Wheezie next to her, holding her hands out for her niece. Rafe reluctantly handed her over, mostly because Iris had already been reaching for Sarah anyway.

Sarah and Wheezie cooed at the baby, fussing over her outfit and hair. Rafe watched, looking impatient to get her back.

“I can’t believe you’re one already,” Sarah said, looking emotional as she hugged Iris to her chest. Iris tolerated the hold for about 2 seconds before she was wiggling free, and then she was reaching for Rafe again. Rafe took her back with a smug grin on his face.

“Me either,” you said, fighting back tears. You had been emotional all day, you definitely didn’t need to be reminded how monumental of a day it was.

You had been satisfied with cell phone pictures, but apparently Rafe had hired a whole photographer. She called you over now, to the backdrop.

There was a whole photo session while the guests helped themselves to the food and refreshments. Photos of you and Iris, Rafe and Iris, you, Rafe, and Iris together. Pictures with Iris, Rafe, Sarah, Wheezie, Ward, and Rose. Some of you and JJ with her. And of course a group photo with the pogues with the birthday girl in the center.

When it was time for cake, you settled Iris into the vintage high chair. JJ brought over her smash cake, which was a smaller version of the big cake - small, round, and white with strawberries painted in icing decorating it. There was a big 1 candle on top.

JJ handed the cake to you, and Rafe pulled out a lighter and lit the candle.

The two of you walked over to the high chair, holding the cake in front of Iris close enough to see but far enough away that she couldn’t reach the fire.

The whole party began to sing happy birthday, and it was then that it really hit you.

The past 365 days of your life flashed before your eyes. First smile, first laugh, first tooth, first word, learning to crawl. First night home from the hospital, when Rafe never strayed far from your side, holding newborn Iris every chance he got so you could eat and shower and sleep. The day she was born, when Rafe held your hand the entire time you were in labor, wiping the sweat off your face, feeding you ice chips, and telling you You’re doing amazing, babe. How it had been a complicated labor, and when she was finally out and you heard her cry, you both looked at each other and breathed out a collectively held breath of relief. Seeing your daughter for the first time, just a tiny little thing, brand new to the world and snuggling into your chest for comfort. Rafe holding her for the first time, looking at her with pure adoration, and the way he cried (but made you promise not to tell anyone about that).

Your eyes moved up to look at him, and like he had the exact same thought at the same time, he turned and his gaze met yours as you continued to sing the song. Tears welled up in your eyes and you saw his become glassy, too. You both smiled at each other, a million unspoken emotions conveyed between them.

When the song was over, you and Rafe blew the candle out together, watching Iris’ delighted face. Rafe removed the candle and you placed the little smash cake in front of Iris.

She examined it first, cautious. Rafe grabbed her little hand, dipping it in the icing and bringing it to her lips. She gladly put her fingers in her mouth, they were usually there anyway, but her face lit up with a smile when she tasted the buttercream icing.

“See? Mmm, yummy,” Rafe said, beaming at her.

“Ummy,” Iris repeated, and she dipped her hand into the cake willingly this time, grabbing a big handful and bringing it to her mouth.

Rafe laughed, delighted, and clapped his hands together once. Guests were taking pictures and videos on their phones, the photographer getting plenty of shots. Everyone continued to watch as Iris devoured her smash cake, eating until she couldn’t anymore.

You and Rafe cleaned all the cake off of her when she was finished, which always made her cranky. She screamed as you wiped her off, but you and Rafe only laughed. You were still feeling emotional.

The big cake was served to all the guests by country club staff, and again it occurred to you that you had never in your life seen such a grand event for a one year old.

Presents were opened after everyone ate, you and Rafe on either side of Iris as she ripped into her gifts. She was more interested in the paper and empty bags than the gifts inside them, but at least she was having a blast. You knew she’d be excited about the actual gifts later.

The gift table was already overflowing with the amount of guests at the party, but you swore that Rafe himself had brought half the table. It seemed like every other present handed your way had From Daddy written on it in Rafe’s handwriting.

Iris was asleep in Rafe’s arms by the time the guests began to leave. She was absolutely knocked out from all the excitement of the day.

Rafe stroked her hair absentmindedly as you both saw your guests off, thanking everyone for coming.

It was just close family and friends left, JJ and the pogues were loading up the car with Iris’ gifts while you ate another piece of birthday cake.

“Turned out pretty good,” Rafe said, speaking softly as he held your sleeping daughter.

“Are you kidding? It was amazing. You did not have to go all out like this.” You raised your eyebrows at him, icing smeared on your lips.

Rafe reached forward with his free hand, swiping his thumb across your lips and gathering up the icing. He popped his thumb into his own mouth, sucking the icing off as he held eye contact with you. You watched him, stunned for a minute.

“It’s no big deal,” Rafe said as if nothing had happened. “I wanted her to have a good party.”

You just looked at him. He was unbothered as usual.

“Well, it was a great party,” you finally said. “I appreciate it, Rafe.”

He shook his head. “You don’t have to thank me for doing things for our daughter. I want to.”

You knew he was being honest. Rafe went overboard sometimes, this being a perfect example, but he had the best intentions and it wasn’t hurting anyone. It was hard not to fall in love with him when you watched him being the world’s best dad.

When the car was packed full and there were still plenty of gifts left, Rafe told the guys to start loading the rest in his truck.

“I’m worried all this stuff isn’t gonna fit in the house,” you said, furrowing your brows as you threw away some trash.

“Anything there’s not room for she can keep at my place,” Rafe offered. Most of her stuff was at your and JJ’s house, because that’s where she spent most of her time, but she certainly was spoiled at Rafe’s too.

When everything was successfully packed up, Rafe buckled Iris into her car seat. She was so tired she barely stirred, continuing to nap as he snapped the buckles around her body and carried her to your car.

Rafe locked the car seat into the base in your back seat. He turned to you, suddenly standing so close.

“I’ll follow you back to the house,” he said quietly. “Help you unload all this stuff.”

Back at the house, you carried Iris’ seat inside, unbuckling her and bringing her to her bedroom while Rafe and JJ unloaded the cars. You changed her out of her dress and into something comfy and let her hair down.

You rocked her in the glider. She was so worn out from her day she started to drift back off quickly, her eyes fluttering shut and body relaxing in your arms.

When you stood to lay her in her crib, you noticed Rafe standing at the door. You slightly jumped when you saw him, not expecting him to be there, which made him chuckle quietly and you gave him a playful glare.

You stepped out of the room, closing the door behind you and Rafe softly.

“She’s tired, huh,” Rafe observed, smiling at you. He was in a good mood today - it had been a good day.

“Worn out,” you agreed.

Rafe reached forward, rubbing his large hand down your arm. “You did really good, by the way.”

“It was fun,” you said. “But the planner definitely did most of the work.”

“She just did the boring part, you made the whole thing come together.”

You smiled back at him. He was being sweet, he was making an effort.

“I know everyone’s been saying it all day, but I can’t believe she’s actually one,” Rafe laughed, rubbing a hand over his face. “It feels like she was just born.”

Your smile was tinged with sadness, the emotions from the day sticking with you. “I know. It’s too fast. All of it,” You shook your head, thinking of how fleeting her baby days had been.

“I just wish…” Rafe began, looking down at his hands instead of at you as he spoke, “That I didn’t have to miss out on any of her life.”

You were silent. You knew what he meant. But you also knew that a relationship didn’t work between the two of you. It was toxic, you were both jealous, you fought all the time. When you co-parented as two single parents, things were easy. If only you could ignore the way he made you feel.

Rafe sighed when you didn’t respond. He said your name softly. You turned to look at him, finding his deep blue eyes staring into yours. He walked up to you until he was standing right in front of you, hand reaching up to play with your hair.

“Rafe…” you breathed, and you knew you should push him away, walk away, anything, but you don’t.

Rafe leaned down until his lips met yours, kissing you softly, gently. You felt yourself melt into his kiss, like every bit of common sense in your brain was dying.

His arms wrapped around your hips, pulling your body flush against his. Your arms went around his neck, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, massaging your own.

You moaned against his lips, which only egged him on more as he slid his hands around your body to grab your ass.

You pulled away just enough to speak. “JJ could walk back here at any second…” you whispered against his mouth.

Rafe’s lips quirked up in a smirk, because he didn’t particularly care about that. But he knew you did.

“Maybe we can go to your bedroom, then?” he proposed, his fingers stroking over your body and sending shivers across your skin.

You wanted to say yes. But it was always a bad idea, always such a bad idea - maybe for once you’d make a smart decision.

“I can’t…” you said, sounding like it pained you.

Rafe just held you for a second longer. Finally, he pressed his lips to your forehead, giving it a kiss as he pulled away from you, squeezing your arm as he let you go.

“I better get going then,” he said, and neither of you wanted him to, but you didn’t change your mind. You didn’t stop him.

Rafe turned and left the house before you could even say anything. You stood in the hallway until you heard the front door closing, his truck starting outside.

You briefly thought about running after him, begging him to come back and spend the night with you. But you don’t. You decide to have more respect for yourself than that.

But you spend the whole night in your bed, thinking of him, aching for him. Until you reach for your cell phone, charging on the bedside table. You send him an impulsive text, just seeing if he’s still up.

His response comes immediately.

Rafey

Knew you’d regret letting me leave.

[kyu-piddy]

Hello! Can I ask for a part 2 of the mother-in-law hcs exept it's with Azul, Trey and Idia this time?

The Mother in Law II

Thank you for your request. Apologies for taking so long, but life has been quite hectic these past few months. I hope you enjoy this drabble collection.

Gn reader x Azul, Trey, Idia

Tw: None

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Mama Shroud

Mama Shroud is an extremely intelligent woman and an affectionate mother, a genius in both her work and her affectionate ways.

You had only heard about her through her feats, her son sometimes commenting that the “head engineer” had made something, who you later realized was his mother.

You always had been curious about meeting his parents, but Idia always seemed reticent about it, quickly changing subjects.

One day, you went to visit him in his dorm after class.

The door to his room was opened slightly, letting you in through the small crack.

“Hi, ___! Did you come to play games with us?” asked Ortho, the one that had opened the door.

Idia was sitting in front of his pc, concentrated in a gaming session.

“I just came by to check on you both. How is it going?”

You chatted with Ortho for a bit, the angry clacking of Idia’s keyboard almost like white noise.

Suddenly, the light on Idia’s screen became brighter, the voice of a woman echoing through the room and startling all its occupants.

“Idy, pick up! It’s mamma!” repeated the voice over and over again.

The tip of Idia’s hair turned pink, as he muttered under his breath how he was sure he had blocked the voice features.

Ortho's eyes glimmered.

“___, you can meet our mom!”

He sprung from his spot on Idia’s bed, and before his brother could stop him, accepted the video call.

“Oru! How are you doing, dear?”

“I’m doing fine!”

“That’s great! And where’s Idy?”

Idia (with a little shove from Ortho) rolled his gaming chair into view of his mother.

“Hi, mom.”

His face was stuck in a strange expression, like he had sucked on a particularly sour lemon.

“Oh Idy, mamas so happy to see you. My little boy is all grown, getting himself a partner. It’s almost like it was yesterday that you were still in diapers.”

The blue in Idia’s hair was gone, replaced by a bright pink, mirrored in his cheeks.

“Mom! How do you know that?!”

“A mothers intuition never fails, sweetie.”

Ortho giggled, giving you a gentle push forward.

You stood at Idia’s side, and put your hand on his shoulder.

“Hello, Mrs. Shroud. I’m ___, Idia’s partner. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You can call me mama, sweetheart. My, you’re quite lovely! Don’t you think so too, Idy?”

Mrs Shroud seemed oblivious to her son’s embarrassment, his face disappearing from the image as he sank into his chair, his hands hiding his face.

“…yeah.”

Mama Shroud kept the conversation going, asking you and Idia about every detail in your relationship, but seeing as her son couldn’t even look at the camera straight, you ended up answering most of them as he wallowed in shame.

“It has been lovely talking to you, my dears. But mama has to leave now. I’ll call again later. Bye bye!”

You and Ortho both waved goodbye as she ended the call.

Idia was still on the spot at the bottom of the chair, curled into himself.

“Your mom is quite lovely. I really liked her!” you assured him.

He peeked at you from the space in between his fingers.

“And Idy is quite a cute nickname.”

Idia groaned, and went back to hiding his face, as you and Ortho giggled.

Mrs Clover

Mrs Clover is a simple woman. She wears her pastry chef uniform most of the time, a hard worker who never seems to quite leave the kitchen, flour and sugar always decorating her garments and sometimes even face and nose.

Trey’s family is his pride and joy, and so is the bakery they own. As such, he wanted to take you there so you could meet them and have a taste of their recipes.

Entering through the door of Patisserie Clover made a little jingling noise echo in the pastel shop, cakes and tarts and biscuits and anything and everything sweet laying on platers, the aroma of even more sweets being made entering your nostrils and sticking to your body.

The shop was open, with many patrons lining up to purchase goodies or seating on the plush chairs while snacking and chatting.

One of Trey’s little sisters immediately spotted you, a tray of freshly made biscuits in her hand and a shocked look on her face.

She dropped the tray on the counter and turned tail, running towards the back while whisper-yelling “MOOOOOOOOM!”.

Trey chuckled under his breath.

“Let us follow her, before she gets into trouble.”

On your way to the back of the bakery, Trey hastily greeted several customers, many seemingly knowing him for many years, probably regulars that had seen him in the spot that his sister now was in.

The closer you got to the back, the warmer it got, and the stronger the smell of sugar and flour was.

“Hattie, you can’t scream like that while we have customers.” said a warm but stern voice from behind a door to what you assumed was the kitchen.

“But mooooom, Trey is here! And he was holding hands with someone!”

Trey kept on chuckling, opening the door to greet the people inside.

“Hi, mom. Hi, Hattie. Do you need some help?”

Both Hattie and his mom turned to him, bright smiles on their faces.

Hattie threw herself at her brother, giving him (at least trying to) a crushing hug.

Mrs Clover wiped her hands on her apron, giving her son a quick hug before turning to you.

“It’s very nice to meet you. You must be __, right? Trey has told us a lot about you.”

Heat crept up to your cheeks, and you mentally blamed it on the oven.

“Trey, you should have told us you were bringing your special friend over. We would have made time for them!”

She lightly scolded her son, but it was obvious she wasn’t actually mad, smearing some flour on his nose as a punishment.

“I didn’t want to disturb you too much. I know this time of the year is rather busy, so we aren’t staying for long.”

That got him a pair of saddened faces, both his sisters and mothers face dropping like melted chocolate.

“Oh…”

They didn't protest or object, but their sad faces made you feel like you had just committed a horrible act, akin to kicking a puppy.

You exchanged a look with Trey, who merely sighed.

“Maybe we can stay a little longer? If that is okay with you, of course.” you asked tentatively.

Their faces perked right up, and Hattie started dragging her brother out of the kitchen, saying how she had “the best spot for love-birds!”

Mrs Clover smiled maternally, wiping her hands on her apron even though they were already clean.

“Thank you for coming,__. Our Trey has been so happy lately, we thought you might even steal him away from us!” she chuckled at her own joke, moving forward to hold your hands in her calloused ones.

“I hope you enjoy our sweets.”

Smiling back at her, you answered.

“I already do.”

Mrs Ashengrotto

Mrs Ashengrotto is a plump and beautiful woman, exuding confidence and charm everywhere she goes, always the perfect picture of composure.

Her son respects her, even modeling himself in part to her image, but even so he seemed to be quite apprehensive of you meeting her.

She had been the one to request to meet you, curious about the one that had captured her son's heart.

Initially Azul had tried to expertly change topics, discouraging such a meeting, but his mother was not one to be outsmarted, and kept insisting.

Eventually he relented to a meeting at the Mostro lounge, but Mrs Ahengrotto insisted on a meeting in “neutral ground.”

And that’s how you ended up in a quaint hole in a wall near NRC, sitting side by side with your boyfriend.

Azul didn’t explicitly say it, always keeping his composure and a suave smile, but you could see it in his eyes, apprehension building up. He was truly out of his depth.

Mrs Ashengrotto waltzed to your table as soon as she got in, her presence captivating just by the way she walked and smiled.

She wore confidence and charm like one wears a precious piece of real jewelry, flaunting with taste and not an inch of malice.

She sat across from you, and gave you both a delicate smile.

It was nearly identical to Azul’s business smile, but while his felt too perfect to be sincere, hers felt genuine, and if it weren’t for your nerves gnawing at your stomach, you would be sure to have fallen for her charms immediately.

“Good afternoon. I hope you didn’t have to wait long for me. The traffic in the mirror was rather cumbersome today.”

“Not at all, mother. Waiting for you is never a strenuous activity.”

They gave each other their trademark polite smile, one you weren’t keen enough to understand if it was mere practice or a natural born talent, at least to the woman in front of you.

She turned to you, her smile just as bright.

“And who might you be?”

“Good afternoon, Mrs Ashengrotto. I’m your son's significant other. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

You gave your best attempt at a polite speech, having practiced it beforehand, but it sounded stiff and soulless.

Mrs Ashengrotto didn’t seem to mind, a knowing glint in her eye.

Azul gave your thigh a quick squeeze under the table.

Eventually the server came to get your orders and the meal went on without a hitch.

Azul’s mother was a skilled conversationalist, there never seemingly being a stop in interesting conversation topics.

By the end of the meal, you were completely relaxed, as if you had known this woman your whole life.

When it came time to pay for the meal, she pulled out her wallet.

“Do not worry, mother. I will pay.”

“Oh dear, I was the one that invited you both. It would be inconsiderate of me to not pay.”

Their eyes locked, a battle of minds, until the mother eventually bowed to her son.

“My, you have grown so much, Zuzu. I’m so proud of your initiative.”

Azul’s face turned a light shade of pink, immediately getting up.

“Then I shall go get the bill.”

Alone with his mother at the table, she watched her son walk away before returning to you.

“My dear, it has been a pleasure meeting you. Please take care of my son. He can be rather excessive with his work, and I'd like for him to enjoy his youth.”

You smiled at her.

“Of course. I won’t let him be swept away by the current.”

She smiled at your use of a Coral Sea expression.

“I apologize if my return brought an end to an enjoyable conversation.” said Azul, returning with fast steps, but not quick enough to be improper.

“It was a delightful conversation indeed. But we have more pressing matters.”

She gave you a conspiratory look.

“Such as, when will you visit our restaurant in the coral sea? I’d say someone with a refined palate as yours would much prefer our establishment over this one .”

You smiled at her, Azul’s eyes widening at your words.

“I’d love it if Zuzu took me there.”

[mellowsadistic]

Birthday Party - Part 1

Sarah attends her little cousin’s birthday party, but after she makes the girl cry, the hypnotist hired for the event decides she needs a little attitude adjustment. Sarah missed the hypnotist’s performance earlier, but that’s okay, because he’s happy to give her a one-on-one session to help her enjoy herself just as much as the birthday girl.

***

Sarah parked her car in her Auntie’s driveway and rolled her eyes at the sight of the decorations adorning the front of the house. Multicoloured streamers were draped over the hedges, and a large pink banner hung over the doorway – the words Happy Birthday Penny, written in sparkly silver letters, were flanked by a pair of cartoon unicorns. It was so embarrassingly girly that Sarah couldn’t help but cringe. She wasn’t a tomboy exactly, but she’d long since abandoned anything quite so pink and cutesy.

She got out of the car and huffed. She was twenty-one years old for God’s sake! She had better things to do than spend a whole afternoon at some stupid baby’s birthday party, but her mother had been insistent. Sure, Penny was her cousin, but Sarah hardly even knew her. She’d been away at university when Penny had been born, and Sarah had only seen her a handful of times. She didn’t like babies. Most of her friends thought they were adorable, but Sarah couldn’t get the thought of dirty diapers out of her head. Babies were so disgusting!

Sarah opened the front door and heard the loud laughter and shrieking of a little girl’s birthday party happening inside. How old was Penny anyway? Sarah looked up and noticed several pink balloons bobbing about on the hallway ceiling, emblazoned with the large number “3”. Surely she’d be out of nappies by now at least. If Sarah was asked to go anywhere near a used diaper, she was going to storm out straight away.

She walked down the hall, following the noise, and entered a spacious kitchen that was adjoined to the living room. The place was covered in streamers and balloons and confetti, and there was an enormous chocolate cake sitting in the middle of the table. Her little cousin was wearing a bright pink dress and a plastic tiara, running around the living room playing a game of musical chairs with her friends.

“There you are, Sarah!” came a voice, and Sarah looked around to see her Auntie marching towards her, smiling. “I was worried you weren’t coming!”

“Oh, yeah…” Sarah said vaguely. “There was a lot of traffic.”

Her Auntie’s smile became rather fixed, but she didn’t contest the lie. “Why don’t you have some cake?” she asked sweetly.

“No thanks,” Sarah said, glancing at the chocolate cake with distaste. Just imagine how many calories were in that! Her Auntie wasn’t exactly fat, but she was a lot plumper than Sarah’s own model-thin physique. She might be happy to risk her figure, but Sarah certainly wasn’t.

At that moment, the game of musical chairs ended, and Penny was left jumping up and down, squealing excitedly at her victory. Her mother went over to congratulate her, leaving Sarah to help herself to a drink.

She looked around hopefully for a sign of something alcoholic, but there was nothing. Already wishing she’d made up some excuse not to come, never mind how furious her mother and Auntie might have been with her, she poured herself a plastic cup of lemonade and lounged against the kitchen counter, examining the other guests. There was no-one else even close to her age. Everyone was either a brat or a parent.

Then a man strolled over and leant against the counter next to her. He was dressed very peculiarly in a tailed coat and bowtie, like a stage magician.

“Hello,” said Sarah, uncertainly.

“Nice to meet you, sweetie!” the man said cheerfully. “Are you enjoying the party?”

Sarah was about to lie and say that she was, but there was something about his overly bright tone that annoyed her. “No,” she said bluntly, sounding much more like a pouty child than she’d intended. She felt her face going red.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” the man said kindly. “It’s a shame you weren’t here earlier. I’m a hypnotist, you see. I’m very good with suggestions. I go around deciding what all the boys and girls should become, then I tell them how to act accordingly. There’s always at least one person who’s not enjoying themselves, but after a session with me, they’ll be running around and giggling as happily as anyone else.”

He smiled at her, and Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. The man was quite handsome, even if he was almost twice her age, but there was something a little unsettling about his expression. He was probably hoping to get into her pants, Sarah thought. But no… that wasn’t it. His expression wasn’t predatory. Not exactly. It was more amused, or condescending. He was looking at her in the same way all the parents were looking at their shrieking three-year-olds, and Sarah didn’t like it at all.

“Well anyway,” she said, thinking hard for an excuse to get away, but at that moment her Auntie reappeared, holding Penny’s hand. The girl was fidgeting with the hem of her pink dress and staring shyly at her shoes.

“Sarah,” said her Auntie in a whisper, “could I have your help? I’m afraid Penny’s had a little accident, and I could do with someone to help me clean her up.”

“She had a…” Sarah began, looking down at Penny’s waist. No pee-stained socks. No puddle on the floor. “An accident?” she asked. Surely this couldn’t be happening. Surely she wasn’t really being asked to do this.

“In her pull-ups,” her Auntie clarified.

Sarah looked at her in disgust. “She’s pissed herself and you want me to help change her fucking nappy?” she demanded, disbelieving.

“Sarah!” her Auntie exclaimed in a shocked voice.

“No way,” Sarah said firmly, “I’m not doing that.”

Penny started to cry.

“Now look what you’ve done!” her Auntie snapped. She turned to her daughter. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

“Oh come on,” Sarah sneered. “Can she really not use a toilet at three years old?” She felt a little guilty about making her cousin cry, but she was too angry to care. Her Auntie was acting like she was the one who’d done something wrong! Just because she didn’t want to change a disgusting, pissy diaper! “Maybe I should have brought some nappies for her as a birthday present.”

Her Auntie glared at her furiously. She’d just opened her mouth to say something when the hypnotist cut in. “I’ll take care of Sarah,” he said mildly. He exchanged a meaningful look with her Auntie, and Sarah was shocked to see a smile flash across the woman’s face. She nodded and led her crying daughter away by the hand, throwing Sarah one last furious look over her shoulder.

Sarah rounded on the ridiculous man. “What do you mean you’ll take care of me?” she demanded, raising her eyebrow in a superior way. “I’m not a… not a… What are you… doing…?”

Her voice faltered. The hypnotist had taken out a shining silver pocket watch, and was swinging it in front of her face. Sarah wanted to laugh, but something stopped her. Her thoughts felt slow and sluggish. The hypnotist was saying something, but she wasn’t sure what. The watch was glittering brightly. So, so brightly…

The hypnotist took her by the hand and started leading her further into the house. She tried to stop, but it was as if her body was out of her control. Her feet wouldn’t obey her! She felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. What was going on?!

The man smiled at her over his shoulder. “Like I told you before, I’m very good with suggestions. I always have been! I know you’re scared, Sarah, but there’s nothing to be frightened about. I’m just going to help you have a lovely time at Penny’s party, and after that…” He paused, smirking. “Well, after that I suppose it will be up to your Auntie.”

Sarah tried to say something, anything, but no words would come out. Before she knew it, she was sitting in a comfy chair in the spare bedroom, the noise of the party echoing distantly. The hypnotist was sat directly across from her, his shiny silver pocket watch back in his hand.

He swung it gently before her eyes, and Sarah couldn’t tear her eyes away. So shiny, she thought. So pretty. Pretty pocket watch…

“That’s it, Sarah,” the hypnotist cooed. “That’s a good girl. Now, we’re going to have a little talk, that’s all, and see if we can make your behaviour match your attitude.”

[moralesmilesanhour]

piece of cake

summary: meeting miles g at a bakery, and other happenings. wc: 3k+ warning: blood, grief (more at the periphery, not a major theme), and lightly implied mommy issues a/n: ngl i was hungry asf when i wrote this. why can't i ever write normal fluff fics anymore. first fic of 2024!!

Brooklyn Middle is closed for winter break. The basketball court where the snow-covered hoop no longer has a net is empty, save for the blinking Christmas lights strung across the chain-link fence.

In a few years, the pizza place across the street where students would linger after school will be demolished, replaced by a shiny new Oscorp building that reflects the sun from all angles of its glass exterior. But for now, the place is just closed early for the holidays, a few blocks away from a bakery.

The tall, bear-like frame of a father dressed in a long black overcoat can be seen entering with a wiry young boy in a red hoodie and bomber jacket tailing close behind. He has an afro as opposed to his father’s closely-cropped hair. The boy keeps trying to straighten his posture - as if his spine would suddenly lengthen and his shoulders would broaden from the act alone. He wants to make himself look important today, because he is on a top-secret mission: 

Operation: Get Mom a Cake.

“I think mom’ll like that one.”

The boy points at a slice of tres leches cake sitting behind a glass display. It’s not as flashy as the other decorative cakes drizzled with chocolate and strawberries or encased in pink frosting, but those wouldn’t melt on the tongue the way tres leches did. 

His father raised an eyebrow at the plain slice, but the boy looked at him with a certainty that he’d never seen before, through eyes nearly identical to his mother’s. The man knew then that he was getting an expert opinion.

“Alright, if you say so,” he chuckled, adjusting his glasses. “We’ll take that one, Val.”

The boy smiled proudly at the older woman as she handed him the pink box containing the cake. Mission accomplished.

Now, he looks up and frowns at the Oscorp building blocking the view of where his old school used to be as he picks at a slice of cake with a plastic fork.

The ‘Employees Only’ door behind the counter swings open, and Valeria Cruz hobbles out, removing her apron.

“It’s almost your shift, Miles, hurry up and finish that cake.”

Miles takes one more bite before rising from his seat near the entrance and pushing the paper plate and half-eaten slice into a small trash can.

“You got it, Miss V.”

“Did you take out the trash?”

He pauses, and his eyes widen.

“I’mma get that done right now, Miss V!”

The woman sighs, running a hand through gray and white-streaked curls as the teen sprints out the door and back outside.

A forest green puffer jacket rushes past you on the sidewalk. It’s the same one you had seen shuffling out of the back entrance of Val’s bakery the other morning, lugging two black garbage bags with a purple hoodie obscuring the stranger’s face. 

He probably works there, then, you think. Good. She could use the help.

The place had been packed the week before Officer Morales’ funeral, and for several weeks after. But over time, business began to slow down to a trickle. Hipster cafés and towering condos sprang up and choked out the little pizza shops and restaurants that took their owners’ last names, like when an invasive species of plant grows taller than the local varieties and smothers them, blocking out the sun.

You had been seeing Val’s face since you were in diapers. Families used to go there for birthdays, for elementary school graduations, middle school graduations - or sometimes just to grab something sweet to eat after church on Sundays. You continued the tradition–even if just to buy a tiny bag of cookies–in the hopes that the place might still be standing for your high school graduation. 

The bell above the door rings to signal your entrance. The once baby pink wallpaper has begun to fade, but the late-afternoon sun makes it feel as vibrant as it did when you were twelve. Valeria is standing in front of the display of freshly-baked pastries with her apron folded neatly over her arm.

“Oh, were you about to close up shop?” You begin to take backward steps. “I can come back later–”

“No, no, sweetie, it’s fine!” The woman waves her hand, beckoning you to stay. “I was just about to go on my lunch break. I have someone about to take over for me.”

“It’s cool, I can wait. I saw somebody taking out the trash, that him?”

She sighs wearily, “That’s him, alright. He’s a good kid, but he’s always–”

“Sorry I’m late!”

In rushes Mr. Green Jacket through a chilly gust of wind, who turns to nod in greeting towards you before weaving past Val and behind the counter, where he disappears through the ‘Employees Only’ door.

“That boy, I swear. Never on time!”

He reappears sans the jacket, wearing a white apron identical to the one Val is holding. The name tag on it reads ‘Miles’. 

Miles. Where have you heard that name before…?

The hood on his sweater is no longer pulled over his head, revealing two neat cornrows that cascade all the way down his neck. The surrounding hair has been shaved and faded at the nape of his neck and hairline. He’s the sort of brown-skinned that looks golden when the sunlight hits his face as he approaches the cash register. 

“You gonna be alright for the next half hour?” asked Val with an eyebrow raised.

Miles drummed his fingers on the counter and grinned. “Yup, I got it.”

“Don’t destroy anything while I’m gone!”

“I won’t, promise.”

She pushes the door open with a skeptical look and leaves.

With this new stranger temporarily in charge, you carefully approach the counter. He looks up at you with curious brown eyes.

“Whatchu want?”

“Um…” you blink before remembering what you were here for. “Just sugar cookies, please.”

“How many?”

“Five.”

He turns to grab a paper bag, then bends to drop the desired amount of cookies into it with the pair of tongs that sit on the inside of the display.

“If you don’t mind my asking, what school you go to? I haven’t seen you around here before, feel like I’d remember you if I had.”

Miles pops his head over the counter and tilts his head with a cheeky grin.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You avoid eye contact, shifting from one foot to the other. Suddenly it’s not so cold anymore.

“I-I don’t know. You just seem memorable.”

He laughs a raspy, breathy laugh and hands you the bag of cookies over the counter. His hand is much larger than yours with slender fingers at the end of it, but still manages to appear almost clumsy-looking. Big enough to be a man’s, but with only half the dexterity.

“I go to Visions.”

“Fancy. You like it over there?”

“It’s aight. Kinda uptight, but my dad always said it was a ‘good opportunity’, so I stayed.”

You hum in consideration. 

“Can't do everything for your parents, though. They'll have you living their dreams before you know it.”

The smile fades a bit, and Miles averts his gaze.

“Well my dad passed, so I just figured I’d just do this one thing for him.”

You cover your mouth with your palm.

“I'm so sorry, I–”

“It's fine,” he snorts without any humor. “You might be the only one that doesn't know who my daddy is. Kind of a relief.”

Miles encloses the money you just gave him in the slot beneath the cash register with a loud snap. 

“You need anything else?”

You chew on your bottom lip in embarrassment and clutch your bag of cookies.

“No. Thank you.”

He doesn’t look up from the register.

“Have a nice day.”

Your mother is leaning on the window sill, nibbling on a granola bar when you get back home. She’s silent, which means she is observing. You’ll need to tread carefully. 

“I brought cookies.”

She gives you a sidelong glance.

“Val’s cookies?”

“Yup, same as always.”

“That lady still working there all by herself?”

“She hired somebody to help out, actually - I saw a boy working the register.”

She notices the upward inflection in your voice at the mention of a boy, which interests her more than the cookies.

“What’s he look like?”

“He’s got, um,” you make a gesture over your head. “Twin braids–cornrows–and a green jacket? Kinda tall, too.”

Your mother nods, thoughtful. The description rings a bell, but she needs to confirm.

“You catch his name?”

“Miles, I think.”

“Lord,” she gasps, fully turning to face you. “That’s that Morales boy! I used to work with his momma, bless her heart. Barely saw his face after the funeral.”

The image of Miles’ face at the mention of his dad makes you cringe at your comment earlier. How could you not recognize him? He practically stole his face from the mural that was plastered above the precinct. You had only heard the boy’s name uttered once by your mother over the phone at 2:00 A.M., whispered like a secret.

“I can’t imagine how it must be for Miles. Didn’t he just get into that nice school down there? Of course they’ll have to let him go home. He should be with his mother.”

“He was such a sweet little boy. Then I saw him the other day?” 

She shook her head, “Look like a different person. He had them flashy studs in his ears, nose pierced and everything.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Wouldn’t be surprised if he had tattoos under that coat as well. Damn shame.”

“He seemed nice when I saw him,” you remark quietly in a weak attempt to defend his character, despite having known him for all of five minutes. “Sweet, like you said.”

Your mother’s face hardens, all of her attention now focused on you as she folds the wrapping of the granola bar.

“That’s why you’re not bringing no boys home ‘till you’re eighteen,” she sharply reminds you. “‘Seems nice’ - How you know if he’s really nice or not?”

Again, Miles’ face appears in your mind’s eye. He didn’t seem to want your pity - rejected it, even. And what of his apparent chronic lateness? 

Still…

“You don’t know that, either,” you say despite yourself. “I spoke to him while I was there.”

Your mother’s eyes narrow. 

“Girl, I know that look. I better not see you runnin’ around with that boy, understand me?”

She looks set on not changing her mind now, so you only nod in defeat.

“Yes, ma’am.”

In your head, you’re already making plans to hit up the bakery tomorrow - both to apologize and to see the sun kissing Miles’ face again. Maybe tomorrow he’d even have the piercings in.

But when you get there the next day under the guise of ‘a trip to the corner store’, Miles isn’t at the register. 

The sky has turned a pale shade of gray, and it has begun to drizzle. Pulling your navy blue coat tightly around you, you consider turning back around when–

Boom!

The sound of something hitting a trash can from behind the establishment catches your attention. It could be him taking out the trash at the last minute again.

Your assumption is proven only halfway correct.

Stepping over discarded boxes and tin cans, you find Miles doubled over, clutching his side. “Are you okay?” 

Startled, bloodshot eyes glance at you before focusing on the ground.

“Fucking fantastic,” he grunts painfully.

As you get closer, you can see a dark stain blooming from where his hand is. A sick feeling swirls in your stomach.

“Oh my God, do you need me to call somebody?”

“Nah, I’m…I’m straight,” Miles says through labored breaths. “I just gotta…patch myself up before I get home.”

You whip out your phone and frantically unlock it.

“I’m calling an ambulance.”

“Hell no–”

“You are bleeding!”

He tilts his head towards a duffle bag lying near his feet. 

“I got First Aid in there…that’ll do me just fine.”

When he tries to reach for the bag, his knees give out, causing him to collapse right next to it.

-

Miles shivers as you gingerly wrap white bandages around his waist, the flat expanse of skin on his stomach partially exposed to the elements. He fades in and out of consciousness, between your face and black nothingness. When he’s awake, he stares up at you in disbelief.

“I didn’t call 9-1-1, if that’s what you’re wondering,” you tell him with a grin. “This should stop the bleeding, but I can’t help you beyond that.”

“Wusyaname?” he mumbles, head lolling towards you. He’s on the brink of passing out again.

“Call me (Y/N).”

“Wasn’t gon’ call you anything else.”

“Shut up, I just saved your life.”

“Mmmm-hm,” Miles hums with a lazy smile that makes you wonder if he’s becoming delirious.

“Eeeeverybody loves sayin’ that. Everybody always…”

His eyelids get heavy before he can finish the thought, and he finally blacks out again in your lap. 

-

There’s a short line inside the bakery that weekend, and you wonder if Miles has anything to do with it. 

Word seemed to get around mysteriously fast that the former teenaged recluse had come out of hiding after that conversation (if you could even call it that) with your mother. From where you’re sitting–by the window, nibbling on a sugar cookie, observing–Miles does not seem to enjoy the attention.

Or maybe you’re just imagining the strained smile on his face as the line of customers becomes a Greek chorus of gasps and squeals.

“You got so big!”

“What did you do to your hair?”

“Oh, you look just like Jeff.”

“How’s Rio?”

“Good to see you out and about again.”

The sparkling curiosity is nearly drained from his face by the time he joins you at the end of his shift with a slice of cake. He does not have the fabled nose piercing in, but two diamond studs sparkle when the light hits them every time he moves his head.

“So?”

“So…?”

“Are you alright after I found you the other day? I saw you limping back there.”

Miles rolls his eyes.

“I’m fine. My mom’s literally a nurse. She got me straight.”

“What’d you tell her? Looked like you broke a rib.”

“Far as she’s concerned, I fell off my bike.”

“I’ve never seen you on a bike.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t have one.”

You shrug. Touche.

“What did you have to say to me that was worth stalking me after my shift?”

“Stalking?”

“You buy the same thing every time, you think I ain’t notice?” Miles smirks, like a detective who’s just gotten a confession. “Who goes to a bakery and only gets cookies?”

“Lay off me, man, these are excellent,” you take another bite for emphasis. “Anyways, I actually came to apologize.”

His brows furrow in confusion. “For what?”

“For what I said the first time I saw you. I didn’t know you were that Miles.”

The corners of Miles’ lips pull downwards into a frown. 

“That’s it?”

“Mm, well…”

You bite your lip by force of habit.

“I also wanted to talk to you again. Under better circumstances. That your favorite type of cake?”

Miles looks down at his plate when you point to it with your fork, as if he’s seeing it for the first time.

“Yeah, tres leches. What about it?”

“I dunno, I just always see you eating that and nothing else. Is there a reason?”

You expect to say something about the sweetness, or the texture, but instead he answers:

“It always tastes the same.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, like…” He puts down his fork and starts to construct an analogy in his head.

“It’s like when you see an ice cream truck. You run up to it before it drives off, and what do you ask for? First thing that pops into your head?”

“Vanilla?”

“Exactly. You could try one of the other ones, but what if it tastes like ass? Now you stuck eating something you don’t like–”

“And it’s a waste of money.”

“Exactly!” Miles laughs. “You get it. My mom makes fun of me because I’ve been eating the same thing since I was five. But it’s always good! And the same amount of good.”

“Can’t argue with that.” 

You tap your nails on the table, thinking. 

“But what if you find a new flavor that you really like?”

He shrugs, “Then lucky me, I guess. But that doesn’t tend to happen.”

“It could happen, though.”

He watches the strange way you eat. Slowly, teeth-first, as if you’re afraid to make a mess. It’s weirdly dainty, which makes him chuckle beneath his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Uh-uh, don’t do that. What’s so funny?”

Miles gives you that same head tilt again.

“It’s cute, the way you eat.”

Your hand freezes just as it’s about to lift another cookie to your mouth, and you stare at him blankly.

“That’s…”

He pauses too. 

“...Weird, yeah. Sorry. I dunno why I said that.”

A beat of silence passes that’s so heavy with awkwardness, that the two of you can’t help but burst into poorly-stifled laughter.

You lean forward with your chin resting in your hand. “That’s fine. I kept coming here just to spy on you, so I guess I’m weird, too.”

“Ah, so you admit it!”

“Hey, if I wasn’t bein’ a total creep, you might’ve bled out next to the garbage dump. Val can’t lose a valuable employee, right?”

“If you put it that way.”

You can see the white of some of Miles’ teeth peeking out as he smiles. One of his canines is charmingly crooked, and sharper than the others. When the smile fades, he suddenly looks uncertain.

“Can I ask you a question this time?” 

“Ask away.”

“Do you wanna make this,” he gestures between you, “like, a regular thing? Y’know, ‘meeting under better circumstances’.”

It’s your turn for a smile to spread across your face. 

“We should. Whatever you did to end up bleeding out in the rain, I guess I’d be a witness now.”

“M-hm. Can’t have you yappin’ about that to my customers,” He plays along, then winks. “I’mma need your number too, just in case.”

Just before you reach for your phone in your pocket, you hear your mother’s voice in your head, casting a shadow over the whole thing and giving you pause.

All jokes aside, Miles had never explained what had landed him in that predicament behind the bakery in the first place. He’s always late. He lies to his mother. You’re about to lie to your mother. 

But the sun is hitting his face again, and with the light bouncing off of his pupils, he looks like he couldn’t hurt a fly. The shadow remains at the corner of your eye. Just the corner.

You grin and hand him your phone.

“You got it. Just in case.”

[xhoneywheatx]

Mornings

Warnings: None; dad!Gojo x black fem!reader; size difference mentioned; brief mentions of intimacy  Category: Fluff Summary: How I'd imagine mornings with Satoru and your daughter. 

"Da! Da!" 

Little pats to his shoulder paired with the sweet voice of his 10-month-old daughter roused him from a deep slumber cuddled up behind you. He groaned before becoming slightly startled by the little pats of her tiny hand against his face again before she said, "Da! Up, up!" Satoru opened his cerulean eyes immediately after being met with the same ones he had blessed his little girl with. A sleepy smile edged onto his face as he threw his arms around the little girl who somehow managed to come out of her nightshirt, sporting only a diaper and cute pink socks. 

"'M up, sweetheart." He mumbled, trying his hardest to kick the sleep out of his system. Her giggles filled the quietness of your bedroom, prompting you to wake up as well. You subconsciously began feeling around for her since she fell asleep in your arms, but when you couldn't find her, you opened your eyes and heard Satoru speaking. 

"Look baby, mama is up now." 

You turned over in the bed after rubbing your eyes a bit. "Mama!" She began bouncing up and down on Satoru's chest with a pumpkin smile since she only had two teeth. You giggled at her excitement and sat up to give her a kiss on the forehead. "Where's my kiss?" Your husband pouted. You hadn't even gotten a good look at him yet, so when you looked at his cute face and tousled hair from a good night's rest, a faint blush settled on your face before leaning down to give him a quick kiss. Immediately after you parted from your husband's soft pink lips, your little girl decided to get in on "mama and daddy time" and put herself in between you two with a giggle. 

You giggled as well before stretching your arms out and above your head before turning to kick your legs over the bed and into your cute bunny slippers Satoru got as a matching family set. "Let's get you changed sweetheart." You heard Satoru say to your daughter as you rummaged through her diaper drawer. It was a part of your morning routine. Either you or Satoru got up to get the diapers and wipes while the other changed the baby once they were received. So, while Satoru changed her, you took the liberty of getting a head start on your morning routine. 

You just finished washing your face when he walked in with your daughter on his hip before settling her in between the space of your 'his and her' sink in the bathroom. "How'd you sleep Sweets?" He asked, sliding behind you to remove your black satin bonnet to help you fix your mess of thick curly hair. You pulled your daughter closer to you and turned her around so her little back was facing you as you began fixing her hair for the day. "I slept good baby. How'd you sleep?" You asked, slightly flinching as he began detangling your hair with his absurdly larger fingers. You were exactly a foot shorter than him, so it made sense, but still. He didn't have to be so big... 

"I was having the best dream about getting lost in a field of cakes and mochi when this," he paused to poke at your daughter's tummy, making her laugh and squirm around. "little caramel drop beat me up out of my sleep." You snorted, readjusting your daughter so you could rub the kid friendly Mielle hair products into her dark grey head of curls. She was only 10 months but had just as much hair as you. Good thing she didn't really mind you doing it, or your mornings would be so much harder. 

Satoru took the spray bottle of water and sprayed your hair until it was damp before grabbing your detangling brush to redo everything he just did with his hands so he could put in some leave in conditioner. He didn't mind this part of your mornings. If anything, he enjoyed this part the most. Being able to indulge in such intimate moments with you was the best part of his day. He also loved the way your hair care products smelled. They just smelled so sweet. Just like you. Chocolate is one of his favorites after all. 

"She's a daddy's girl. Even though I did all the work getting her into this world." You teased separating Nami's hair in half so you could put two loose cornrow braids in to avoid unnecessary tension on her scalp. "Be still baby." You spoke. Satoru took the moment of your distraction to lean down, press his chest against your back, and brush his lips against your ear sending shivers down your spine. "You are too." Your body was encased in a sudden heat flash as you let out a shaky breath. You looked back at him to see a faint blush settled on his cheeks from his own desires threatening to take over. 

"You wonder how she got here." You muttered feeling your heart beat faster as you tried to refocus on finishing the first braid of your daughter's hair. She was too occupied with the fake plant to care about what you two were doing behind her, occasionally babbling to herself. He laughed lowly, deciding to save his sultry comments for another time when you two get some alone time during Nami's nap time in a few hours. He instead decided to quit messing with you and brushed through the last section of your hair before putting your leave in conditioner in as you finished up Nami's second braid. He grabbed your favorite scrunchie and put your hair up in a loose ponytail at the base of your neck kissing your cheek as he slid over to his sink to quickly fix his hair. 

The conversation after was more PG as you two brushed your teeth together with the company of Nami sticking her toes under the warm water of the faucet, giggling as Satoru playfully scolded her. "It's not bath time yet sweetheart." He put his hands on his naked hips making a face at her, getting her to giggle. Her little baby laughs were too cute for you to not laugh right along with her as you dried her foot off before cleaning up the little mess you guys made. 

"C'mon you two!" You shouted behind you as you left the bathroom to the kitchen to make breakfast. "Mommy's making her sweet pancakes!" It was then you heard the pat! pat! pat! of Satoru's bunny slippers hitting the hardwood floor as he jogged down the hall with Nami on his shoulders, her laughter filling the air. "Don't drop my baby." You raised a brow at him seeing her now clad in the night shirt she wore to bed. "Drop my caramel gum drop?! How could you think I'd do something so heinous," he said your name like you stole something. "They don't call me the strongest for no reason." 

You rolled your eyes while gathering everything you needed to make your sweet pancakes with. "Whatever 'Toru. I said what I said." You poked out your bottom lip slightly, a habit of yours when you got serious. "C'mon sweetheart, let's get you down before mommy kills me." Satoru said behind you removing Nami from his shoulders. He then sat her down in her highchair and opened the freezer to give her a strawberry fruit feeder pacifier for her to suck on while you made breakfast. Nami made grabby hands at the treat and immediately latched onto it as soon as she got her little hands on it, kicking her feet randomly as she enjoyed the sweet taste of the fresh frozen fruit. 

"Can you make a fruit smoothie baby?" You asked while pouring the first pancake in the pan. "Sure thing Sweets" Satoru kissed the top of your head before going to fridge to observe what kinds of fruits you had. "Strawberry banana, pineapple, or raspberry?" He asked, leaning back to look at you past the door of the fridge. "Raspberry." 

You finished making breakfast 10 minutes later. It wasn't much this morning, so it didn't take you very long. You ended up making two pancakes for yourself and four for Satoru. He loves your sweet pancakes. You always made them extra soft and fluffy. The reason they're sweet is the vanilla extract you use as well as a bit of cinnamon and some icing on top with fresh strawberries, bananas, and raspberries. You opted for no icing with it being too sweet, but you made sure to put a thin layer between every single pancake for Satoru. His sweet tooth was ridiculous. For Nami, you made one baby sized pancake with a single strawberry cut in half and two banana slices. Since she's not used to a big quantity of artificial sugars, you opted for just a bit of maple syrup for her instead of the icing. It wasn't nearly enough to make her tummy hurt after, but enough for her to taste it. 

With breakfast finished, Satoru washed the dishes for you while you cleaned up Nami and sat her down in the living room for her hour or two of play time and watching cartoons before she napped. Satoru joined you after a few minutes and sat down on the couch beside you. "Let me lay on you." He asked gently pushing you over so you could lay down. You grinned at his childish behavior and shook your head before scooting back against the arm of the sectional, putting a pillow behind your back before opening your legs to make space for him. He giggled like a child before putting his head on your chest and settling his body between your plush thighs. 

"Big ass baby." You teased seeing his feet dangle off the end of the couch. He was just so long for no reason. You felt like a backpack whenever you spooned him, but he loved it. "Your big ass baby." He mumbled, closing his eyes once you started raking your fingers through his hair.  You two then started talking about everything and nothing at all as Nami crawled around the carpet and supported herself on the TV stand bouncing up and down at the nursery rhymes the talking animals sang. 

It was times like this that made Gojo forget about the things going on in the world outside his home. He just felt so domesticated, and he was enjoying it. Although Satoru was the strongest and most feared Jujutsu Sorcerer in the game, those titles weren't around in this household. To you, he was a big baby who had a bigger sweet tooth than a kid in a candy store. He was a great husband, taking care of you and making sure you had everything you needed including his love and affection. He was a great father who tended to his daughter's every need. Making sure she was alright before he did the same for himself. He wasn't the Satoru Gojo of the Six Eyes and Infinity. No. He was just "'Toru" and "Da", and he wouldn't have it any other way. 

A/N: I fucked up and watched JJK. Now I'm a traumatized Gojo girl >.< We all need fluff after what Gege bitch ass did to us.

[crybabytoy59]

If you’re willing too open your little heart. Pt2.

Mommy loves you baby talk to you tomorrow night night sweetheart..

That was it I did as told to the letter 45 mins later lay’in with teddy face down I kissed him and told him that I loved Mommy Susan so much I wanted to cry…

I snuggled into teddy welling up I fell asleep….

Susan had watched everything from her flat the now installed cameras in his home watching his Every movement and sound ! 

She was impressed how quickly the hypnosis tapes had worked there magic !

He had followed her tasks to the letter..

Susan was feeling so horny now as she pushed the app on her mobile sending the 8hr loop to babyslave’s ear phones!

The recording setting new trigger words for her to play with both mentally and physically…

Susan moved the vibrator close to her sex as she arched listening to him grunt in his sleep.. as he filled his diaper full of a hot Poopies Load ! 

30min later Susan arched screaming out a huge orgasm squirting liquid into the waiting pants ! 

She wiped up the mess then sealed the pants into a plastic bag with the date on it ! …

Time for a hot shower and bed as she had a very early start tomorrow baby Stephanie had her dentist appointment and She would be taking baby there !…

Baby awoke at 4am….

OMG he had pooped during his sleep !!

This was a first for him it felt uncomfortable and cold now so he gingerly got out of bed crinkled to the toilet to take the caked poopy diaper off to shower…

In the shower he could help but think over the previous days events as he winced washing his tender butt ! 

He started to get erect spreading his legs and arms wide he rubbed his member off the wet wall moaning…

That’s when it happened he heard a voice ! 

Shit it was Susan !! …. 

He desperately tried to get rid of his excitement but she opened the bathroom door ..

”Hello little one hurry up and finish your shower so Mommy can get you ready for the dentist appointment darling”

She left the bathroom …

That was close sissy thought, as he finished up the excitement ebbed.

Mommy came back into the shower with a large pink towel that had his name on it ? 

Embroidery at its Center had “Baby Stephanie” in different colours..

She smiles at her new toy “handies up !”

I loved being dried by Susan this was thesecond time and like the first it was Devine especially that I could now get excited without feeling I was doing it behind her back so too speak…

She tickled me teasing me over my excited state giggling with me. 

It felt so natural like I had known Susan all my life and she had been my Mommy! 

She then led me back to my bedroom as She opened the door I froze ! 

There was a strange girl in my room ! 

Mommy pushed me forward as I looked at her …”pplease Mommy mm” 

I was cut off by Susan as she put her hand too my lips !

 “Hush baby not a word from you we have a lot to get done so comple Silence  baby girl!”

She walked me forward in front of the girl she was in her 30’s 5’6” dressed in a white short tunic with a wide black belt at her waist white thighs and black short boots, her jet black hair was in a high ponytail…

She was quite cute.

“This is my good friend Anna but you will call her Aunty Anna from now on baby girl, she is here to help Mommy get you ready for your appointment now lay on the bed and spread your leggies for us !”

As I did mommy gave me teddy to hold as the new girl smiled down at me “Open wide baby girlie!”

She had my dummy ..,

Mommy opened a box taking out a Cage ! 

Pop’in my balls through the pink ring she pushed the cage up over my swollen member as the blood was pushed back out I panted, this made them both giggle !

A key into the wee lock barrel was removed as I now was locked away .. 

Aunty Anna had pulled up cuffs from under the bed taking teddy from me she cuffed my hands above my head…

As Mommy lifted my legs over her shoulders she pulled me hard down the bed ! As Aunty pulled a second belt over my waist ! 

Mommy pushed my legs backwards to Aunty Anna as my rear lifted off the bed ! 

Aunty cuffed them with short chains to my wrist cuffs ! …

Mommy came to kneel at my face…

“Baby Stephane who told you to take your diaper off and shower ? No that’s right nobody ! Baby’s don’t do that do they .. that’s far too big for a baby like you so missy what did Mommy tell you about being big ? .. No tears won’t wash missy !”

 Aunty Anna barked at me !

“Open wide bad girlie!”

She took my dummy out then forced a large ball gag in strapping it tightly ! 

Mommy was already at my air borne rear as a spanking started ! 

She was spanking me In front of her friend !! 

“Bad baby you do as you are told how dare you take your diaper off a poppie one at that ! As for what happened in the shower young lady ! That will not be happening again baby Stephanie your new cage will see to that as baby will be in it until Mommy gets a smaller one for you !”

My rear was soon on fire as it was still tender from the day before  ! 

Mommy stopped to talk to me ..

“Now are you going to stop trying to be big unless Mommy let’s you ? ( I nodded frantically as I didn’t want another spanking !) you had best be little lady ! Now let’s get you ready for your dental appointment darling”

Mommy lifted a plug covered in lub as she slowly pushed it up up rear I moaned ..

Aunty teased me ..

“My my baby Stephanie I think you like things up there don’t you little one ! Aunty Anna will have to remember that for this weekend princess “

Mommy had my silk baby suit with the frilly puffy sleeves and arms plus my crybaby romper and a pink diaper with my noisy plastic pants ! 

They rubbed baby powder over my entire body ! There was No hiding from it strong smell now as they put me in the diaper and plastic pants followed by my grow ! 

Mommy then dressed me in shorts and a white T-shirt ! 

I was sure you could see the frilly chest heart through the white shirt but I didn’t have time to ponder as Mommy put my fleece on me I felt relief… socks  and my trainers were next….

They then put a wrist cuff on me with a lead …

“Let’s go missy !”

Mommy walked me to her car by the lead I hope nobody was looking at me ! 

Aunty Anna came with us as I sat silent in the rear of the car.

At the Dentist mommy got out walking into the surgery… 

coming back a bit later.

“She opened the door removed the lead and cuff “Now baby girlie no talking Mommy will do all that for you darling !”

No way how could she ? 

Inside the receptionist smiled at me ..

“You can both go in they are ready for you !”

I walked with mommy stunned by what was happening? …

As I entered the dentist room there’re were two girls.

“Come in Susan if you get him to take a seat please” 

The taller girl who was the nurse said to mommy as I got into the chair slightly red faced the Dentist pulled up a stool she was sitting in pulling my Jaw down slightly she fed a lower shield into my mouth with pink goo in it…

Then spoke to mommy Susan..

“ So he is having an upper and lower  gum-shield made yes ?”

Mommy told her yes..

“Usually we only make an upper or lower for night time teeth grinding..”

Mommy smiled down at me looking over to the dentist she replied to her….

“We want an upper and lower as he is using a Dummy at nights so we don’t want any teeth displacement “

The Dentist looked puzzled but accepted her answer looking down at me she smirked liking me right in the eyes…

“So did the accident leave him mentally scarred?”

Susan looked at me again ..

“Yes he has nightmares both at night and daytime on occasions”

The dentist was pushing at the goo as it hardened she pulled it out handing it to the nurse… 

A second upper shield was pushed home making me gag ! As it went quite far down my throat …

I start welling up ! ...

The dentist wiped my eyes for me tenderly .. but her kindness made me start crying ! 

“Am sorry have I hurt him ?”

Mommy was quick to answer the dentist…

“ No No it’s just he gets stressed after the accident so often regresses that causes him to cry..”

Susan took my hand…

“It’s ok darling the lady is only taking an impression for your shield just relax ( Mommy wiped my cheek) “Wee-Wee”....breaths will help

I suddenly wet my diaper ! At the key  trigger words  “Wee-Wee“ ! ..

Mommy smiled at the Dentist as finally she grinned ear too ear ! ! 

Realising what was going on the Dentist spoke to me…

“ It’s ok we are almost done just a little tug now and you can rinse out your mouth for me would you like that ?”

I nodded to her as the nurse came back to take the upper mould from her.

As the nurse left the Dentist again spoke but this time softly…

“Open wide for me …(I did as asked) …How old ?”

Susan was still beaming ! 

As she lent over to whispering… 3yrs old”

The Dentist had her first two fingers in my mouth picking out bits of the mould material…but it was how she was doing it ! 

In wee circles of my mouth tracing my teeth at the gums…

Then she started forcing them over my tongue towards the back of my throat..

I wrenched slightly but she told me to be still…

I looked at Mommy in panic as I didn’t want to be pathetic..

Mommy rubbed my cheek as I heard the door open then close…

Mommy looked right at me ! 

Baby Stephanie if you are sick here darling Mommy will punish you do you understand baby girl ?”

I nodded..

“So he is a baby girl? …can I feel her top as I did wonder “

Mommy smiled nodding.. 

The Dentist felt under the large bib, to my silk baby grow ! 

“My my baby girl we are just the cutest…. Close your mouth and suckle my fingers !”

She started moving them back and forth in my mouth as more and more saliva built up I wrenched at each push to gag me ! 

Tears now forming in my eyes seemed to spur her on …

As the nurse came back in she withdrew her fingers… 

“Sit up and rinse please”

As I did saliva drooling into the wee steel sink as I lifted the pink fluid to rinse..

The Dentist swapped a business cards with Susan, telling her they would call when they were ready at 5pm.

The nurse was cleaning up I quickly followed Susan but the Dentist patted my rear smiling she whispered into my ear...

“See you soon baby Stephani”….

I was in a state ! 

Wet diaper and physically shaky over what I had just been through…

Mommy took my hand walking me out to the car where Aunty Anna was now in the back seats waiting on me ! 

As I got in she spoke to Mommy ..

“Was baby a good girl ?”

“Yes Aunty Anna she was on her best behaviour ! I think she even made a new friend today didn’t we princess !”

Wess Mommy ! 

Aunty Anna smiled at me pressing my shorts “Did baby Stephanie wet her Diaperfor Mommy in front of the nice lady Dentist cutie ?”

Wess Aunty Anna…

Aunty Anna suddenly smacked my bare thigh ! Thwack !!

“Yes you did what baby girlie !”

Wess Aunty Anna Babysw’ave wet fwor Mommy in’fwont o’wv  Dent’wist lady !

“Much better Baby girlie Open Wide ! (I had my Cock dummy pushed into my mouth ruffly by Aunty Anna !) Spread your knees wide ! wider !! baby feeties together !”

Mommy cuffed my ankles as Aunty put thigh cuffs above my knees via a spreader bar !

I got the feeling something was about to happen? ….

But to my surprise Mommy simply drove back to my house…parking in my driveway.

She got out of the car and went inside as Aunty Anna took my seatbelt off me she spoke to me..

“You be a very clever baby now ok or Mommy and I will be very angry do I make myself clear ?…

I nodded to her but she suddenly smacked me between the legs to a loud thud from my diaper !

“Do I make Myself Clear Babyslave !”

Wess Aunty Anna ! I muffled from behind the cock gag…

“Your manners are terrible baby Stephanie but Mommy and I are about to change that today princess! Trust me you are going to become the best baby girlie ! With complete Obedience !”

Mommy came back to the car opening my door she looked at me with a wicked smile I had never seen before ! …

“Now baby Stephanie this is a very special day for you darling as your going to have an Obedience training day ..Take your top off please ! Eh Now princess !”

I very nervously did as told hopefully nobody in my street was watching ! 

Mommy and Aunty then put my pink Baby reines on me ! 

OMG I was going to be walked into my house with my pink frilly silk top on show with my baby reines !

But Mommy went into her pocket bringing out a pair of bandage  scissors as she knelt down to cut my Shorts off me !

Pweese Mommy nooo !

Thwack ! Mommy smacked my other thigh …

“ Quite baby no talking just do as your told !… Now out the car and let’s get you in “

I struggled in my current state to lift my bound legs out the car as they both giggled at my effort’s..

The short hobbled walk seemed to take for ever as I truly wanted inside so as not to be Seen ! 

In my front porch I was panting past the cock Dummy …

As Aunty shut the door .. mommy patted my rear.

 “Think someone enjoyed that listen to you baby girlie panting on your cock dummy ! Your so cute darling” 

Mommy kissed my cheek. X

“Be a brave girlie ok baby?”

Wess Mommy..

She pulled a small box from her pocket opened it. Inside was contact lenses in pink with white centres !

“Handies behind your back for us princess..clever girlie Aunty Anna can you hold baby Stephanie’s headie still !”

This was a side of Susan I had never seen up until now …

As she put the lenses in Aunty Anna teased me …

“Clever Baby girlie just be a good baby for us and this will be a lovely day..If not well princess things will become Very uncomfortable!”

What did she mean uncomfortable ?

“Now look at Mommy please … how many fingers ? You can baby talk when spoken to baby Stephanie “

Twoo mommy…

Clever girlie baby princess.. (she moved her hand to the side as Aunty held me firmly so as not to follow mommy’s fingers) 

How many darling?”

I dwont knoow mommy ?

“Clever Baby girlie that’s the correct answer mommy is very proud of you princess.. now follow Mommy on all fours !”

Getting down with my leggies spread by the bar was quite hard as Aunty Anna still had my handies behind me… once on my knees she let them go so I could crawl …

Mommy lead me by my Raines to my room as we got inside I was shocked to see my room had been rearranged ! 

My bed was gone and a mattress was on the floor on top of a small plinth surrounded by white fence rails, at the headboard it had three holes for my head and wrists In two half’s that pulled apart !

This new cot was around 5ft wide by 7ft long the mattress was white rubber with a Full sugafix bed restraint system with a white straight jacket at its Center …

In the corner next to my mirror wardrobe was a huge pink leather padded chair that looked like a throne ! 

The only other thing was a beautiful white dressing table and wee stool….to the side of this dresser was box pigeon holes three each side, they were filled with disposable nappies all different cartoon types, plus plain pink and black ones they had a wee name plate at each one said “Bad baby Stephanie”… the other said “Clever princess” ! 

Mommy lifted the pink throne to the middle of the room….

“ Now Baby Stephanie back up to the chair !”

As I did they removed the ankle cuffs… 

Pulling a leg each they put my cuffs past the front legs passing a spreader bar under the chair clipping it to my ankles !

I cold now not move my legs as Mommy pulled me upward and back so the small of my back was resting on the front of the seat, then my arms were pulled backwards as they passed another bar behind the chair back cuffing my biceps followed by mittens that were now being pulled crisscross under the chair to my ankle bar Mommy and Aunty Anna pulled them ever so tightly making me arch my tummy up but forcing my headie forward..,

Mommy then spoke to me …

“Now baby girlie we are going to ask you a few questions darling ok ? 

Wess mommy ..

“Clever girlie mommy loves good manners Baby girlie… Ok look at mommy just ignore Aunty Anna !… Clever girlie baby.. Do you want to live 24/7 as My baby girlie Stephanie ? “

Wess Mommy…

“That would mean I will have control at All times and everything in your life is that truly what you want”

Wess mommy….

“Baby Stephanie do you know what CNC is darling ?”

Wess mommy….

“Are you willing to give mommy that absolute control baby girlie?”

Wess Mommy…

Clever girlie baby but louder for the camera darling !”

WESS MOMMY ! 

“Clever Baby girlie repeat that until Mommy says Stop !”

WESS MOMMY !

WESS MOMMY!! 

WESS MOMMY!!!

WESS MOMMY!!!!

“Is that ok ?…(Susan was talking to someone?)….perfect thank you if you can draft that we can bring her in to finalise things on Friday afternoon”

WESS MOMMY!!!!

WESS MOMMY!!!!!

“ Clever Baby girlie you can stop now open wide !”

Aunty Anna removed the cock dummy as Mommy appeared over my face …

“ Just be a clever little princess…here we go !”

Mommy had a long soft cock dildo ! 

She pushed it into my mouth forcing it until I wrenched….

Five mins later I had saliva everywhere..

Mommy giggled with Aunty as she put a bib on me that said baby Stephanie princess Cock sucker !”

O M G…. I thought it this was short lived as mommy started throat fucking me again with the dildo ! 

This time right to the back of my throat! As I wrenched heavily on the forth push I brought my breakfast up ! 

Mommy said nothing she disappeared as I lay panting ! She came back with a spoon lifting the sick out of the bib catcher ..

“Open wide we don’t waste good food here little one !”

Pweese mommy ! 

“ Open wide no talking do as you are told baby Stephanie !”

Was this the same girl I knew ? 

Susan seemed so stern !

It was Horrible but Aunty Anna simply held my nose as Mommy fed me All of it ! 

Then she simply started my throat fucking again ! 

“ Baby Stephanie you had best learn fast princess or things are about to get much worse little lady !”

I burst out crying…

“No baby tears don’t wash with us princess ! “

“Now keep that down !”

Aunty barked at me ! ..

As Mommy resumed my throat invasion I tried with everything I had ..

the dildo slipped down my throat fully !

“ My My much better see you can do it baby girlie ! Welll done your going to be Mommy’s special Cock Sucking Princess!”

They both laughed as I started bawling like a three year old !….

“Now baby girlie Mommy wants you to go Poopies for us… Big deep breath and push hard past your pluggie… Yes baby girlie it will come past your pluggie with some effort… If you go Poopies Mommy will stop fucking your cute baby throat ok ?”

Wup..WESS…wup Mommy..ugguug..uuggguugg…

It was relentless as I grunted hard suddenly my rear relaxed and collapsed to the pressure from me pushing so hard ! 

It came gushing out of me noisily past the plug �� but something completely unexpected happened… 

I started screaming….

Not in pain I was coming in the wet filthy diaper !!

“Dirty wee princess are you doing a cummie without your Mommy’s permission? … Open wide little lady !”

Mommy gagged me with a pair of hot wet piss panties then Aunty Anna wound electric tap around my mouth behind my headie over and over very tight, as Mommy got a surgical mask to put on me that had a tube from it ! This she pushed into the back of my rubber pants!

“Clever Baby girlie you lay there for a wee bit and rest Aunty Anna and I have one more surprise for you then we can get you down for your afternoon nap darling baby girlie”

The smell was instant a mix of rubber Poopies pee pee’s and cummies!

They both left the room …

As I lay there panting in the smell I was getting turned on again the pain from the cage was bad but I just wanted more realise ! ….

When they both came back I was trying to get some relief from my predicament by thrusting into the diaper ! 

Mommy came into my pink blurry Vision…..

“Eh baby girlie stop that Now !”

They unfastened me as I panted in the smell from my diaper ! …

I was taken to my bathroom where they stripped me …

I was put into the shower first then they had me sit in the bath as they both washed me ever so gently it was fantastic and such a beautiful thing, given how Wicked they had just been to me ? 

My mind was truly in over drive now over everything that had happened!

When mommy kissed me on the cheek..

“Hey baby it’s ok calm down mommy has you princess!”

Unbeknownst to me I was crying ? 

WTF was happening to me it was like I wanted to cry at the slightest thing ?

[tiersofjoy1]

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[crissiebaby]

Kelly's New Dolly

DISCLAIMER: This classic Crissie story contains diaper usage, forced crossdressing, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Zeke couldn’t believe his luck. It was bad enough that he had to look after his little sister, Kelly, on his only day off, let alone having to chaperone an 8-year-old’s birthday party at the single girliest place he’d ever laid his eyes upon.

Zeke’s mother was supposed to accompany the girls to the Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory for Kelly’s party, but of course, she chose today of all days to get sick. This left Zeke as the only person who could look after the party.

At first, Zeke refused, but after an obscene amount of begging (and a sizable bribe), Zeke agreed. However, as soon as he entered the factory, he realized didn’t ask for nearly enough.

The Pretty Pretty Princess Doll Factory was a paradise of girliness. Everything from the walls to the displays were all painted different shades of pink. There was a costume shop, a makeup store, and even a massive playground. Kelly and the other girls couldn’t have been happier, but Zeke couldn’t have been dreading this anymore.

The day started with pizza, cake, and presents. As the girls all screamed and giggled with each other, Zeke sat alone at the edge of the table, gorging himself on a large cheese pizza all to himself.

After lunch, it was time for the tour to start. An employee dressed in a bright purple princess costume came to greet them. “Hello! My name is Princess Lilac, and I’ll be giving a very special birthday girl a personal tour of my kingdom.” The girls all cheered and followed the employee through a pair of double doors.

It took Zeke exactly 5 seconds to be bored out of his mind. He lagged behind the group of hyperactive grade schoolers, his eyes locked on his phone, only looking up to make sure one of the girls didn’t jump off a catwalk or something.

By the 45-minute mark, Zeke was starting to regret wearing such uncomfortable walking shoes. His feet were absolutely killing him. While the girls were all standing around Princess Lilac as she talked about another dull machine, Zeke decided to take a seat on a bench to rest for a second.

While Zeke sat, his phone was lit up with messages. His girlfriend, Kat, was still pissed at him for kissing another girl at a house party last week, and he was doing some serious damage control. The pair furiously texted back and forth, spending little energy to even acknowledge what the other was writing. He didn’t even know how much time had passed before he looked up and noticed the party had moved on without him.

Zeke wandered around for a few minutes, trying to catch up with them, but he was so incredibly lost. Everything looked the same: pink, pink, and more pink. With his frustration mounting, Zeke decided to enter the next door he came across.

The door led him to another set of catwalks that hovered over a number of various conveyor belts that weren’t in use. Each belt had several nude, life-sized dolls lined up neatly and wrapped in plastic. Zeke started to lightly jog towards the other side when his phone buzzed again. He reached into his pocket to answer, only to lose his grip on the phone and watch it tumble down onto one of the conveyor belts.

Looking over the edge, Zeke figured it was only about one story down to the conveyor belt. With no regard for caution, he stepped over the railing and lowered himself until he could safely drop.

As he landed on the rubbery surface of the conveyor belt, he found that it was much more springy than he assumed it would be. The shockwave he caused resulted in all of the nude dolls bouncing off the belt and onto the ground. His phone was also launched, flying through the air and landing right at the mouth of a big machine.

Zeke tried to walk but discovered the belt was much too unstable for that, leaving him to claw along the belt until he could finally reach his phone.

Little did Zeke know that the tour group had arrived at the main attraction. The factory allowed visitors to create and design their own life-size version of their favorite doll from the Pretty Pretty Princess collection.

“As the birthday girl, you get to go first!” said Princess Lilac in her sugary sweet voice. “Do you know what doll you want?”

Kelly nodded enthusiastically, “I want a big Betsy Wetsy doll.”

With no more deliberation, Princess Lilac escorted Kelly to a control panel. Kelly diligently picked out a short, pink princess dress with puffy sleeves and a tiara. She also added two giant, fluffy diapers, some lacy stockings, and a pair of pink high heels. Then she moved on to make-up, leaving no space unpainted.

With everything selected, Kelly hit the “Make My Dolly” button with innocent enthusiasm.

For Zeke, she couldn’t have pressed start at a worse time. Just as he got his hands on his phone, the conveyor belt started moving forward. The force caused him to fall backward. He tried to get up, but the unstable floor beneath him made that an impossibility. With no escape, Zeke was pulled into the machine.

Princess Lilac let the girls over to a big room with a viewing window, “Here you’ll get to watch while your dolly is dressed and-” The sudden sound of Lilac’s phone ringing cut her off in the middle of her speech. She reached into her bra and pulled it out. “You girls stay right here and watch. I’ll be off to the side if you need anything.”

Princess Lilac walked to a corner of the room, leaving Kelly and the other girls to watch as Zeke was pulled into view by four mechanical arms, his screams muffled from inside the insulated room. The girls rushed to the glass and started laughing at the boy’s misfortune, the loudest of which was Kelly, who was silently annoyed that her brother was being such a stick in the mud. She squinted her eyes and smiled, ready to enjoy the show.

The machine wasted no time removing Zeke’s clothing, which it mistook for the doll’s wrapping. In a matter of seconds, he was completely nude.

The arms then laid Zeke down on a padded mat as he was forced to watch two of the largest diapers he’d ever seen be carried toward him by more mechanical arms. They were not real diapers but were instead filled with cotton stuffing that was designed to make the padding even bulkier than the real thing.

Zeke pulled and wiggled as much as he could, but it was no use. The machine lifted his butt off the mat and pulled the first diaper onto his waist, simultaneously spraying his crotch with a perfume that strongly smelled of baby powder. It wasn’t over, though, as the second diaper was soon added, separating his legs over a foot wide.

The arms continued by adding two long, silky stockings to his legs, which hugged him in a way he had never felt before. He felt the front of his soft, pillowy diapers begin to tent in defiance of his own displeasure with the current situation.

A pair of heels were then placed on his feet. The heels were far too small, but the machine did its damnedest to make sure they fit. After an agonizing few seconds, his feet were wedged inside the shoes.

More robotic arms descended and lifted him up, allowing a corset to be wrapped around his torso. The arms pulled the strings tightly as Zeke felt all air leave his lungs. And his lungs weren’t the only thing to feel pressure. The corset also was doing a number on his stomach, which was working its way through digesting an unhealthy amount of cheap pizza.

Zeke knew an eruption was pending. If he didn’t escape soon, these bright white diapers might not be so white anymore.

The machine paid no mind to Zeke’s plight, lifting his arms high in the air and sliding down the pink princess dress that Kelly had selected. The dress was made of silk, with lace and ruffles scattered all around. At his waist, the dress was bellowed out by a built-in petticoat that pushed the skirt wide and high, ensuring his diapers would be visible from every angle.

A metal mask was placed on his face. He shouted as the metal warmed up and printed make-up onto him, according to Kelly’s specifications. While that happened, a big blonde wig with strands of hair that extended down to Zeke’s lower back was positioned and glued onto his head.

Zeke gasped for air the second the mask parted ways with his face. If he had a mirror, he would’ve seen the sum total of lipstick, blush, concealer, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, and every other product under the sun that had been precisely slathered onto his face.

As soon as the finishing touch of a small, golden tiara was placed on his head, Zeke was yanked toward a large cardboard box. The arms placed him inside and secured his hands and feet with large twist ties.

The killer was a fifth twist tie that was placed around his waist and pulled tight to make sure the new dolly would be jostled in the box. With the corset and the twist tie combined, Zeke’s bowels could no longer handle the pressure. A large pizza’s worth of poop was squeezed out of him like a tube of runny toothpaste. 

With the dolly in place, the box was sealed shut and lowered onto a conveyor belt that exited the machine. Zeke thrashed around inside the box, using every ounce of strength he had to break free of his restraints, but all he managed to do was smear the mess in his pants even more.

The box was lifted one last time as pretty pink wrapping paper was applied for the birthday girl. Zeke could no longer see anything beyond a dull glow of light that strained through the thin pink covering.

Finally, Zeke felt himself come to a stop. The box was clumsily lifted up and dropped to the ground, slamming Zeke against the mush in his nappies. He grimaced.

Tiny hands began to tear the paper away, allowing Zeke to look up at his sister and her many friends grinning deviously down at him. He blushed with the heat of a thousand suns.

Kelly leaned in close to Zeke’s face, admiring her own handiwork.

“I think I have a new favorite dolly.”

THE END.

Artwork By CodiBaby 💜

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[imaginethatbabygifts]

Pink and Yellow Chevron Baby Diaper Cake

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: happy father’s day and happy birthday to me! a fun little fluffy thing with dad!andrei to celebrate the day 🥰 i’m off to enjoy some birthday cake and presents lol

word count: 4k

tw: some mild smut, mostly just a lazy make out session

summary: it’s andrei’s first father’s day and you and evie celebrate with him all day long

Andrei is still passed out, snoring, with his arm thrown over his face, when the baby monitor crackles to life and Evie’s soft baby coos penetrate the sleepy haze of your brain. On autopilot, you swing your legs out of bed and yawn. Blinking blearily, you scoop up a crew neck stolen from Andrei years ago off the floor and yank it over your head before you pad down to the nursery. Andrei shifts as you leave the room, sheets drifting lower down his stomach. You linger in the doorway, appreciating the defined muscles of his chest and stomach, the faint tenting of the sheet from his half-hard morning wood. A lick of desire sparks at your spine, even as your poor, battered vagina screams at you to avoid the temptation of sex with your husband.

Shaking your head a little to get rid of the smutty thoughts, you twist your hair up into a neater bun and creep into the nursery. Evie’s awake in her crib, arms and legs kicking and flailing. You lean a forearm on the railing of the crib and rest your other hand on her belly, rubbing softly. “Hey, baby cakes,” you grin, Evie’s attention immediately focused on you. She gives you a big, gummy smile, her brown eyes wide in her tiny face. “You ready for some mama time?”

Evie waves her hands up at you and you scoop her up, cuddling her to your chest. She’s soft and warm and smells like baby soap and milk. You can’t help but smother her little face with kisses, making her laugh - your favorite sound in the whole world. You narrate while you change her out of her sleep sack and pajamas, “today’s a big day, bunny. It’s Father’s Day, your papa’s first ever one! So we have to make him feel extra special today.” She scrunches her little face up, babbling nonsense sounds.

“That’s right!” You reply, acting as if she had actually responded to you. “Papa’s special every day and even more this year because he won the big trophy! And you, little miss Evie, are going to be the star of Uncle Jordo’s barbecue because we’re putting your cute little diapered behind into the Stanley Cup.”

Evie drools and you laugh, wiping at her chin with one hand. “Keep up that energy for the party, baby girl,” you adjust her little pink romper set and settle her back in your arms so you can feed her. While she eats, you hum softly, rocking in the chair that your parents had bought for the nursery. Evie’s tiny hand splays over the top swell of your breast and you can’t help but marvel at how minuscule and perfect her little fingernails are. It still blows your mind that this perfect, little baby is all yours and Andrei’s. She pops off your breast with a little baby grumble and you burp her, pulling your bra and sweatshirt back into place.

“Okay, Evie,” you plant a smacking kiss on her cheek, “time to get the day started.”

With Evie cradled in one arm, you head downstairs, already mentally running through your to-do list before heading over to the Staals’ house later for a Father’s Day barbecue. You’ve got a busy day ahead of you - before the barbecue, you’re getting together with your parents and Andrei’s parents for lunch so they can spend time with Evie. But before that you want to celebrate with Andrei, just the three of you.

And the celebrations start with breakfast - so you tuck Evie into the carrier strapped to your chest and get started. Her cheek presses against your chest and you bounce a little on the balls of your feet, making her giggle. “What do we think about a fancy breakfast for Papa, Eve? Pancakes and eggs and bacon?” You narrate your actions to Evie as you go, knowing that she’s absorbing so much even if it doesn’t seem like it. Her little legs kick at your sides as you work, cracking eggs into a bowl of pancake mix. In the two months since Evie was born, you’ve become incredibly skilled at doing things with her strapped to your chest, so making breakfast is nothing.

Add in the fact that you’ve been functioning essentially as a single mother while the Canes were winning game after game during the playoffs, eventually winning the Cup just a few days ago, and it’s almost weirder for you not to have Evie attached to your body.

“Pancakes done,” you say, dropping the third pancake on the plate and immediately getting started on scrambling eggs. The bacon gets laid out on a sheet pan and popped in the oven and you’re feeling good about getting everything ready and making sure you’re quiet so that Andrei doesn’t wake up before you’re ready for him. Evie starts to get cranky, scrunching her little face up before she starts to cry. “Oops, sorry baby cakes,” you put the bowl of eggs back on the counter and adjust so you can feed Evie. She quiets immediately, closing her eyes as she sucks.

“Mom win,” you mumble, happy you got her before she really started shrieking. While Evie eats, you make the scrambled eggs, getting them light and fluffy and creamy and perfect. Once the eggs are off the stove and on a plate, you cover them with a bowl so they stay warm while you burp Evie. She lets out a noise that sounds like it could have come from one of Andrei’s teammates and you laugh, finding it adorable how startled Evie looks by her burp. “You’re the cutest baby in the whole world, did you know that?” You brush your nose against Evie’s temple, pressing a few kisses to her chubby cheek.

She squeals and you grin even wider. “Papa’s going to love our surprises,” you tell her, tucking her back into the carrier wrap and finishing up breakfast. The eggs, bacon, and pancakes get put on a tray and you cut up some fruit too, mixing it all together in a bowl. Two mugs of coffee - doctored to perfection for the both of you - and a glass of orange juice round out breakfast. You have his presents hidden in your closest upstairs, so you don’t have to worry about making two trips.

It’s a little bit of tricky maneuvering, with Evie cuddled close to your chest and the tray balanced in front of you, but months of practice carrying the baby and the laundry basket or the grocery bags is coming in handy now. You bump the bedroom door open with your hip and poke your head in. Andrei’s still asleep, but he had to have moved while you were downstairs since the sheet and blankets are tugged up over his lap, halfway over his stomach. His face is still slack with sleep, the full playoff beard overwhelming the lower half of his face. You smile to yourself and put the breakfast tray on top of your dresser, taking Evie out of the wrap and laying her on Andrei’s chest. Instinctively and immediately, both of his hands come up to cradle her head and back protectively. He yawns, eyes still scrunched shut, and murmurs, “my little zaychik hopped here by herself?”

“She’s a genius,” you tease, taking the carrier wrap off your body and dropping it to the floor. “Just like her mama.”

Andrei cracks open one eye and the corner of his mouth lifts in a grin. “You are something, solnyshka,” he teases back, cradling Evie close while he manages to sit up. She wiggles in his grip, letting out soft cooing noises. Andrei’s entire face transforms into a sappy expression and he presses kisses all over Evie’s face. “Papa’s little zaychik. You’re cuter every single day,” he says, holding her in the crook of his arms. Her little arms and legs kick and wave and you laugh.

“Another thing she gets from her mama,” you lean over and run a hand through Andrei’s overlong hair, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Happy Father’s Day, by the way.”

“Spasibo,” Andrei captures your mouth with his before you can pull away. “I smell breakfast.”

You waggle your eyebrows at him and bring the tray to bed. “Only the best for Mr. Svechnikov’s first Father’s Day! Dig in and I’ll get your presents.” You scoop a piece of bacon off the plate and bite into it while you dart off to your closet.

While you dig around under the pile of blankets and clothes you used as camouflage, you can hear Andrei talking to Evie. “Mama has predstavlyayet for Papa? But you’re my present, yes? My little zaychik, my little heart.” Your own heart melts with Andrei’s words, hormonal tears pricking at your eyes. You swipe the back of your wrist over your eyes quickly and reach for the shopping bag’s handles, tugging it out from under a winter comforter.

“Okay! Presents for Daddy,” you sing-song, shaking the bag in your hand. Andrei narrows his eyes at you, smirking a little, and you blush, waving him off with your free hand. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m not even remotely ready for kid number two.”

“What if I want that to be my present, solnyshka?” Andrei laughs, bouncing Evie in his arms. “I love how you look pregnant.” His smile is wide, teeth glinting beneath the beard, and you genuinely feel your knees wobble a little. He’s too fucking handsome for his own good.

Setting the bag of presents on the bed, you shake your head, “nope, no way. I need time to recover before I let you get near me with that weapon.” You wave your hand at his lap, grinning.

Andrei shrugs and lifts Evie up to stage-whisper, “we’ll work on Mama. No way are you going to be an only child.”

A scoff leaves your mouth - he’s not going to have to work very hard, you one thousand percent want to give Evie a sibling - and you push the presents closer to Andrei, simultaneously picking up your coffee mug and taking a sip. “Go ahead, open them,” you encourage him.

Andrei shifts Evie to hold her on one arm, her head and neck supported by the crook of his elbow and her body stretched out over his forearm, little pajama clad feet cradled in the palm of his hand. He’s so comfortable holding her now, a practiced ease in his movements, and it’s extremely fucking hot how good of a dad he is. You scoot closer on the bed, pretzeling your legs and cupping the mug of coffee between both hands. Now that you’re not pregnant, but still breastfeeding, your caffeine intake is still limited so you savour every single cup that you manage to drink while it’s still hot.

“This is not such a big deal in Russia,” Andrei says while he unwraps a gift with one hand.

“Get used to it, buddy,” you reply. “Father’s Day is important and we’re always going to celebrate you.”

His mouth curls up in a small smile in response, the blue striped wrapping paper finally falling away from the box. Andrei pulls out a black baseball hat with white embroidery on the front proclaiming him a GIRL DAD. You watch him read the words, his smile growing to show off his dimple and missing tooth. When he looks up at you, his brown eyes are twinkling. “Girl dad?” he says, already pulling the hat on over his hair.

“It’s a high honor,” you tell him, faux-seriously. “Means you have to let her do your hair and makeup when she’s older and twirl her in her little princess dresses. Be her best friend and biggest supporter. Think you can handle all that?” You clear you throat a little, getting emotional thinking about watching Evie grow up and bond with Andrei.

Andrei nods, bouncing Evie softly in his arms. He lifts her to his face and kisses her forehead. “I think I can,” he replies carefully, looking up at you with wide, adoring eyes.

You nudge his foot with yours and he finishes opening his presents - including a card that you made that includes Evie’s little footprints in the shape of a heart. Andrei laughs and tickles the bottoms of Evie’s feet, making her squirm and laugh her baby laugh. She stretches in his grip, fluttering her eyelashes.

“Looks like someone can’t hang,” you murmur, taking her into your arms and resting her against your shoulder. “Time for a nap, I think.”

Andrei steadies you with a hand on your elbow as you climb off the bed, resting his other hand on your hip when you’re on your feet. His hands are warm through the fabric of your pajamas and you lean into his touch a little. “I’m going to put her down and I’ll be back. Finish breakfast,” you tell him, bending at the waist and kissing him quickly. Andrei’s hand snakes around your waist before you can pull back, holding you close. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue over your bottom lip until you let your mouth fall open softly. His beard scrapes against your face deliciously.

Evie lets her presence be known, letting out a cranky sounding cry against your shoulder. You huff a sigh against Andrei’s mouth and pull back reluctantly. “Nap and then I’ll be back,” you promise, lips tingling from the kiss. Your cheeks and chin feel a little chapped from his beard.

He smirks at you, the baseball hat on his head slightly askew. “I’ll keep the bed warm, milaya.”

Shaking your head, you carry Evie back into her nursery, calling over your shoulder, “we have lunch plans at noon, don’t get too comfy.”

Evie falls asleep quickly once you have her all swaddled up. She lets out a soft yawn and her entire face goes slack once she’s out. You watch her for a few moments to make sure, smiling softly as her little nose and eyelids twitch while she dreams. You have to resist the urge to run your finger down the perfect little slope of her nose and cuddle her close. It’s almost scary how much you love her.

“Sweet dreams, bunny,” you whisper, backing out of the nursery and padding down the hall to your bedroom. When you get there, Andrei’s got his legs out of bed, his feet on the floor, and he’s pulled on a pair of cut-off sweat shorts. He’s still wearing the GIRL DAD hat, but it’s flipped backwards now, making him look sinfully hot. He scrubs a hand over his beard.

“Should I shave?” He asks, spreading his legs apart so you can come to stand in between them. He loops one arm around your waist and guides you so you’re sitting on his thigh.

You hum thoughtfully, cupping his cheeks and scraping your nails through the bristly hairs. They rasp against your palm and you shake your head. “I like it. Reminds me that my husband won the Stanley Cup,” you wink at him, giggling when he pulls you closer, crushing your body against his in a tight hug. He buries his face in your neck, kissing and rubbing his cheeks against your skin, chafing it.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he mumbles into the fabric of your sweatshirt. Andrei’s hands smooth over the side of your hip, fingers playing at the hem of your sleep shorts. Goosebumps prickle at your skin, rising up after his featherlight touches.

His fingers skim higher, higher, brushing against the crease of your thigh. You hum, threading your fingers into the hair wings formed by his hat. Andrei’s thumb swipes over your hip bone and you wiggle on his thigh, a throb pulsing between your legs. The heat in your belly almost makes you lose your mind, but an almost immediate twinge of pain follows the ache of desire and you frown.

“I’m not quite ready,” you mumble, disappointed in yourself.

“I can wait,” Andrei replies, flattening his palm over the inside of your thigh, but keeping his fingers to himself. He lies back against the mattress, pulling you with him so you’re draped over his chest, feet dangling to the floor. His arms are wrapped around your back, holding you close. “We could make-out like teenagers?”

Andrei waggles his eyebrows at you, making you laugh. You plant your hands on the mattress next to his head and kiss him, stretching your body out over his. Andrei responds happily and immediately, his cock hardening underneath you and pressing into your stomach. You hum into his mouth and one of Andrei’s hands slides over your back to come and tangle in your hair. His free hand cups your ass and lifts you a little, encouraging you to bring your legs up and straddle his hips.

“Feel so good, solnyshka,” Andrei mumbles into your mouth, kneading your ass with one hand. You kiss slowly, exploring his mouth with your tongue. Lazily, your hips rock over his erection, warmth pooling low in your stomach. He meets you hip roll for hip roll and you could almost come this way, with his hands on you and his body warm and hard under yours. Your hands tangle in his hair and Andrei lifts his hips up into yours, pressing right up against your throbbing clit.

“Andrei,” you whine his name against his jaw, reaching down between your bodies. It’s a tight fit since you’re pressed so close to him, but you wiggle your hand under your stomach and wrap your fingers around him over his shorts. He grunts at the contact and thrusts his hips up into your hand. “I can’t have you in me yet,” you sigh, peppering soft kisses over his cheeks and chin. “Let me get you off though since it’s Father’s Day and all.”

Andrei huffs a strangled laugh and slides back on the bed, taking you with him. “It’s not fun if you don’t come too, solnyshka,” he says seriously, kissing your temple. You twist your wrist a little and he groans, eyes closing and mouth falling slightly open.

“I’ll make it fun, baby,” you promise, crawling onto your knees in between his spread legs and slipping your hands beneath the waistband of his shorts. His cock is hot and hard in your hand, the skin velvety soft. You run your fingers delicately over him, enjoying the sounds Andrei’s making. “So good for me,” you murmur, “my favorite man, making my favorite noises.”

You dirty talk him through a semi-hand, semi-blow job and Andrei tries to return the favor when he convinces you to join him in the shower. He manages to nudge one finger inside of you and makes you come with his thumb pressing firmly on your clit, so all-in-all, it’s a good morning.

And that good morning makes you a little late to lunch with the parents, but they don’t mind - immediately monopolizing Evie’s attention and passing her around the table. You had custom frames made for your dad and Igor as gifts “from” Evie - they both say ‘I love my grandpa’ but Igor’s says ‘dedushka’ instead of grandpa. You added photos of each man’s first time holding Evie into the frames and you’re pretty sure the gift goes over like gangbusters. Your mom and Elena absolutely lose it over Evie’s little outfit - the tiny pair of overalls really is more adorable than it has any right being. Evie is a good sport throughout lunch, being totally chill and only have a minor freak out when she got hungry.

She falls asleep in the car on the drive to the Staals’s home and you know you’re pushing your luck by taking her to a second location and disrupting her routine even further. Andrei settles her in the wrap strapped to his chest while she’s still sleeping and you help him get her situation, both of you holding your breaths like you’re trying to dismantle a bomb. She scrunches her face briefly and then relaxes, snug against his chest.

“Oh thank god,” Andrei mutters, cradling her head in one large hand.

“You look so attractive with a baby attach to your chest,” you say, lifting the diaper bag onto your shoulder.

“If you let me put a second baby in you, I’ll be twice as attractive in nine months,” Andrei grins, teasing.

“We’ll see,” you roll your eyes, pushing open the gate to the backyard. It’s a casual barbecue, with people coming and going, but the backyard has plenty of people mingling around. Heather spots you immediately and comes over to greet you and Andrei, wishing him a happy first father’s day.

He grins, keeping one hand on Evie’s back, saying, “it’s not so big a deal in Russia, but is nice to be celebrated.”

You pipe up, “the bigger celebration was for the Cup, honestly.”

“Make sure you put that cutie in the Cup again,” Heather replies, tickling one of Evie’s exposed feet. “Jordan has it on the patio.”

Eventually you do wander over to the Cup, saying hi to everyone on the way, and getting drinks as you go. Evie’s awake by now, making little noises against Andrei’s chest and wiggling around. He takes her out of the wrap and squats by the Cup, holding Evie just above it for a second before thinking and shouting to Jordan, “you didn’t put any weird shit in here?”

Jordan snorts and shouts back, “they cleaned it up after the parade, you’re good to go.”

“Into the Cup you go,” you laugh and Andrei puts Evie into the bowl, holding her steady. “Ugh, it’s still the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He grins at you and you snap a picture - later you’ll use the picture as part of your Father’s Day post for Andrei. You hang around the barbecue for a little longer, until Evie finally has the meltdown you were expecting, giving you the perfect excuse for an Irish goodbye.

Once Evie’s back in her crib, napping away, you and Andrei drop to the couch, your legs draped over his lap. “I have another surprise for you,” you say, pulling an envelope out of the back pocket of your shorts.

Andrei’s hand is clasped around your ankle and he takes the envelope in his free hand, sliding the flap open with one finger and pulling out the card inside. There’s a Superman cartoon on the front, proclaiming SUPERDAD! and Andrei huffs an amused little laugh at the image. You smile to yourself, watching him flip open the card and the way his forehead scrunches together in confusion when a tiny square photograph of Evie falls out onto his lap. “What’s this?” He asks, picking up the picture. He laughs when he sees Evie’s expression - she looks like a tiny drunk, but little does he know that it took a dozen attempts to get Evie to even look at the camera.

“Evie’s passport photo. Well, the extra one,” you explain. “She needed one to travel since we’re heading out of the country in two weeks.”

Andrei raises an eyebrow. “We are? And where are we going?”

“Russia,” you lean closer to him, kissing his cheek. “Spending the summer with your parents, showing Evie the sights of your childhood.”

“Really?” Andrei looks surprised and touched. “I didn’t think you’d…she’s little.”

“Exactly, she’s little. It’s easy to travel with her when she’s so tiny,” you explain. “I planned everything out with your mom. You just have to pack a bag.”

Andrei cups your cheek in his hand and kisses you sweetly. “Thank you, solnyshka. Best gift ever.”

“Fitting, since you’re the best dad and husband ever,” you crawl into his lap and rest your wrists on his shoulders. “I can’t wait to see you with her as she gets older.”

[simmingnate]

Knock knock! Who's there?

It's Katrina Caliente, for some reason! She caught Beverlee in a moment of weakness and ended up having to listen to Bev trash-talk Johnny. It wasn't easy to find bad things to say about him, but Beverlee just about managed 🙃

Beverlee hadn't exactly planned for visitors. Frankee was acting up, Destinee was making demands, and the place was a mess.

Getting Katrina Caliente to think of you as trash is no easy feat, but this chaos managed to convince her 😬

Sorry not sorry, Katrina - now really isn't a good time. You've listened to Beverlee moan about her ex and now it's time to go. If you were hoping for a cup of coffee and a slice of cake, you came to the WRONG pink trailer!

Davee saw his brother struggling, and tried his best to cheer him up. While he couldn't change his diaper or let him out of the highchair, he COULD brighten his day with a funny story!

Stinkee Frankee was very grateful ❤️

Unrelated but I also saw this terrifying townie/townee and had to share. Something very demonic about her purple skin and blonde hair. Also sorry to whoever made this perfectly nice CC hair but all my townies wear it and now it really triggers me 😔

[dyshonor]

"Dang...how much makeup did you cake on to make yourself look that much younger?" Yunaka leans in to squint at Randal's face. Sure, the last time she saw him was in the dark, but he definitely looked a lot older then. She's also pretty sure he called himself an old man. "Talk about committing to the bit...you know that much makeup is killer on your skin, right?"

-- WHEN RANDAL SEES THE starry-haired girl, the practical response leaps to mind immediately: ignore, scoff at, move on. That dastard had had some sort of encounter with this girl beforehand, he thinks. General unpleasantness that served little use in pursuing further.

But the usual protest on his tongue- I'm that very same Randal!- dies down quickly enough. She had... recognized him? As him, not a stranger, not completely. He fights down the feeling that pokes in his throat.

"There's no makeup at play here, madam!" he scoffs. "Or, well- no more than necessary. Some touch-up and emphasis for the occasion at hand, but-" Besides the point. "You're familiar with the curse putting half the monastery in diapers, no? For me, it is the very same."

A dip of the head. "I see you've found yourself entrapped in this... inspired little game the pink one and her pimple-headed friend have formulated," he hums. "Was it blackmail for you? Or- no, you seem the type to enjoy this sort of thing. Candy, and all."

[harasccfinds]

cute hello kitty (and sanrio) sims 2 cc

as a sanrio (and esp hello kitty) lover, i always love having sanrio stuff in my game and i wanted to compile a list of all the sanrio cc i could find that i like for the Sims 2 (my favorite sim game!). i'll keep updating when i can on what i find. ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ `· . ꔫ

🦇🧸OBJECTS:

✰ hello kitty hair dryer (deco)

✰ pucca & hello kitty table phone

✰ hello kitty end table

✰ hello kitty computer

✰ MFG hello kitty poster

✰ Hello Kitty Bathroom by andracab

✰ Sanrio and cute pillows clutter

✰ Hello Kitty Guitar

✰ decorative bag clutter(hello kitty and others)

✰ Hello Kitty Pinball Machine

✰ Hello Kitty Teddybear (playable)

✰ hello kitty nursery set (changing table, crib, highchair)

✰ Sanrio cute paper notes

✰ Cinnamoroll rug

✰ Hello Kitty Children's Chair

✰ Sanrio Plushies and Rilakkuma Floor Bed (Deco)

✰ Hello Kitty Fridge and Mini Fridge

✰ Hello Kitty Wall Stickers, Rug, and Deco Dolls

✰ Hello Kitty (and other cute stickers) Toaster

✰ Hello Kitty Winter Outfit Decor Doll

✰ Keroppi Nursery and Bedroom Recolor (of Honey Bee Sets) (under 'sims2code')

✰ Cinnamoroll Handbag & Pillow

✰ Hello Kitty Trash Bin (Deco)

✰ Hello Kitty, My Melody, Kuromi Set (Mainly HK): Cables, Notes, Duvets, Hair Dryer and Flat Iron (deco), HK Humidifier (audio)

✰ Hello Kitty Movie & Videogame (Recolors of and needs the movie mesh - which is included)

✰ Hello Kitty Santa Doll

✰ Sanrio Rugs

✰ Little My Melody Doll

✰ Cinnamoroll backpack, icecream deco, and big doll; My Melody little bag/purse; Pompompurin little and bigger doll

✰ Stretching Kuromi Doll and Pompompurin Backpack

✰ Sanrio Dolls (including some recolors)

✰ Hello Kitty and My Melody Pencil Cup and Papers

✰ Tokidoki Hello Kitty Toy

✰ Mystic Rain's Hello Kitty and Chococat Dolls

💜🌷WALLPAPER & FLOORS:

✰ hello kitty walls by BananaBomb

✰ hello kitty bath wall and wallpaper

✰ Sanrio wallpaper

✰ hello kitty different color variants walls

✰ hello kitty cupid walls

✰ blue fairy hello kitty wallpaper

✰ hello kitty bathroom tile walls

✰ Sanrio Love Wallpaper

🎀👠CLOTHING/ACC:

✰ hello kitty duck nails

✰ hello kitty costume

✰ male hello kitty alternative long sleeve shirt

✰ Sanrio and San-X Salopettes! outfits

✰ Sanrio bags

✰ Sanrio Pajamas

✰ hello kitty & other adorable undies

✰ Hello Kitty Clothes for Toddlers

✰ Hello Kitty and other necklaces

✰ Hello Kitty Clothes for Kids

✰ Hello Kitty Boyshorts Elders Undies PJs & 2

✰ Hello Kitty Boyshorts AF Undies PJs & 2

✰ sanrio kids & toddlers undies/pjs

✰ Hello Kitty PJs Nighties Pastel Collection

✰ Hello Kitty Child Outfit

✰ mega hello kitty necklaces set (mesh is by Dr Pixel and is here)

✰ basic alt hello kitty shirt

✰ toddler hello kitty pjs

✰ chococat purse

✰ toddler hello kitty diaper pajamas

✰ "kitty in pink" hk pajamas for toddlers

✰ hello kitty sparkly flower shaped earrings

🍓🍔FOOD & DRINKS:

✰ hello kitty pancakes

✰ hello kitty cake

🦴🐶FOR PETS:

✰ hello kitty litterbox, bedding, food/water bowls set

✰ Hello Kitty, My Melody, Kuromi Set (Mainly HK): Pet Beds and Litterbox (used/messy)

👧🏻💏SIMS:

✰ hello kitty sim character

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