#the two together made me squeal they were adorable

[callalillywrites]

Bad Idea Made Better

My first entry for @flufftober's Fluff Bingo. A5 - "This is a bad idea."

This is also my first real fic for Aaron Hotchner and the Criminal Minds fandom. I hope I did him justice here.

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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!Reader

Word Count: ~2200

Summary: Everyone is wanting to celebrate Dave's newest bestseller, but things go a bit awry. Thankfully, you and Aaron know how to work together to make everything better.

Warnings: mentions of illness; surprise parties; lots of fluff and sweetness all around

A/N: I really do adore this story, and I'm definitely looking forward to writing more of Hotch as he's always been one of my favs from the show.

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

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"I don't know, Aaron. This feels like a really bad idea," you couldn't saying as you both juggled the multiple objects in your hands. "Dave doesn't strike me as someone who appreciates others invading his space."

Aaron Hotchner had the audacity to chuckle at your misgivings.

When you would've liked to nudge him or playfully shove him for laughing, all the stuff in your arms prevented you. The only thing left in your arsenal was snark, and you'd always had plenty of it.

Before you could unleash any though, Dave's front door opened.

Penelope squealed upon seeing the many items you two carried, motioning you both inside. "Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh, I'm so glad you're here. We could really use your help, my sweet lady."

You didn't get to ask why because Penelope had grabbed the only free space she could find and dragged you from Aaron's side. A glance behind you to see Aaron shaking his head, his smile visible and growing, before you were pulled deeper into Dave's home.

Penelope didn't let go until she'd gotten you into the massive and beautifully kept kitchen.

Well, used to be beautifully kept, you realized. It honestly took you a few moments to find the kitchen you considered your dream kitchen under all the mess.

"What happened in here?"

That was all it took for Penelope to dive into the juicy info she'd gathered since she arrived that morning.

From your understanding, Joy had been in the process of starting some food prep with her hubby when Kai woke up sick. Of course, they'd dropped everything and took Kai to the ER. His temp was way too high, and he complained of tummy ache. The ER took them forever. Kai was diagnosed with a stomach bug that should resolve itself in a few days. By the time they returned to Dave's place, they'd been too exhausted to even recall the mess they'd left behind.

Kai, understandably, has been their priority over any cleaning they might've done this morning before Penelope and Derek arrived.

"Penny," you surveyed the damage, not comprehending how a little prep has led to this much mess, "this can't be all Joy."

"Oh, it's not," she assured you before she recounted more of this kitchen's odyssey.

When she and Derek arrived, they did set out to clean up and start over, but neither of them had ever really been so great at making pasta, let alone Dave's favorite dishes. They'd gathered every cookbook they could find around the house before Penelope got out her laptop.

Every appliance Dave owned had been pulled from their respective spaces and used in some capacity. Not one of them had been saved from a dusting of flour or whatever paste the two had seemed to create instead of pasta dough. Some of it even appeared to have started crusting over, hardening where it'd been left.

"Take these," you said in a nonsense but gentle tone, "and get Aaron. I'm going to need his help in here. Oh, and Penny, please pray I can get through this mess and still have time to make everything we agreed to make."

"On it, sweet lady," she said, her heeled steps clicking her departure. She paused in the doorway and met your gaze over her shoulder, her smile sweet and infectious. "I'm really glad you're here, and I have complete faith in you."

You surveyed the mess once more, developing a working game plan. The mess would take at least a half-hour to clean. Another hour or so to make enough food for the surprise party. Time would be cutting it close, but you felt confident this could work.

"What do you need, honey?" Aaron asked, his arms coming around your middle.

Your confidence increased at his arrival and sweet words of assistance.

Turning in his arms, you rose as high as your toes allowed to place a sweet kiss on his lips. A smile crept over your features as you met his warm brown eyes. "Your attention to detail and some elbow grease."

"You've always got those," he said with such promise. His lips curved into a grin that had your insides melting a little, but you reluctantly pushed those feelings aside. Oh, this man could do things to you that you never thought anyone would be able to do.

It took a moment before you regained your professionalism and set him to work.

Between you two, Dave's disaster of a kitchen returned to his level of pristine cleanliness. You'd even done it with a few minutes to spare with the half-hour block you'd estimated earlier.

It helped that you two had learned to work so well together, having cooked many meals together.

Sure, the days where Jack joined were a bit more chaotic, but they were no less fun and soul healing. Jack, not so little anymore, still proved helpful and resourceful whenever a mishap threatened to topple whatever plans had been made. He'd even picked up quite a few skills from both you and Aaron, doing his part whenever it was called for.

You wouldn't trade any of the days you've shared with Aaron and Jack for anything, you realized, as he set up the few appliances you needed. Your love for them had been set deep within your heart, and you looked forward to having as many more as they'd allow you.

"What's that face?" Aaron asked, his hand coming up to trace over your cheek. "I don't know that I've seen that face before. You okay, honey?"

Shaking yourself, you smiled with all the love you had. "Yeah, I'm good. Really good."

He studied you another moment. Whatever he saw must've lent truth to your words because he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

A squeal from the doorway had you both turning towards it. Wry grins stole over your features as only one could make that noise from the team, and that was Penelope.

"You two are just so cute," she gushed.

Her hands were clenched beneath her chin as she practically vibrated where she stood.

You could only shake your head as you asked, "Need something, Penny?"

"Oh, yeah, I need to borrow Hotch. I'll send him right back, sweet lady."

After assuring Aaron and Penelope you could manage on your own for a bit, you quickly set about to work. The first task you needed to complete was making enough pasta for everyone joining for this celebration of Dave's latest bestseller.

A quick glance at the clock promised you'd have just enough time to get everything finished on time as long as no other hiccups occurred.

Aaron returned a few minutes later, and Joy even managed to join you two. She quickly figured out what was left and set about doing that, her gratitude evident despite her exhausted state.

When you were certain you had everything under control, you quickly searched out the fully stocked fridge and cabinets of Dave's kitchen. After grabbing a few items, you set them down on the counter and quickly made up something soft but filling for Joy, Kai, and Shawn. It wouldn't do to make them wait another hour or so for Dave's surprise dinner to eat something.

"You really don't have to do that," Joy said when she realized what you were doing.

Shaking your head, you shushed her. "It's not a problem. I've learned how fussy a young boy can be when they're not feeling well. This was one of Jack's favorites whenever he caught something. Maybe it'll help Kai as well."

Joy didn't argue after that, simply sat and watched as you finished everything up yet again.

When you would've trayed it up, Aaron stopped you, nudging you aside and taking over. His hands took up the few plates and bowls you'd prepared and set them in a manner that only one trip would be needed.

"I'll bring the tray if you'd like to grab the drinks, Joy," he said and waited until she led the way from the kitchen. When he reached the doorway, he paused a moment to meet your gaze. The softest smile graced his features as he said, "Do you know how much I love you?"

A smile bloomed until your cheeks hurt.

You nodded. "I do, and I love you just as much, Aaron."

"That's impossible, honey."

He didn't give you the chance to argue, his feet quickly taking him out of the doorway and catching up to Joy.

With the kitchen to yourself once more, you turned back to what was left to do.

Well, you thought you had it to yourself.

A noise near the back door had you turning to find Dave standing there. His suitcase sat at his feet and an amused but affectionate expression rested on his own obviously face.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough, mia bella," he spun his keys in his hand before coming further into the kitchen and sitting at his large island, "to know how much you mean to this team and even to my family."

Being the premier profiler, he didn't give you a chance to flounder but rather continued by changing the subject. "So, how much damage have they done to my house?"

You huffed, shaking your head at him. Amusement filled you when you caught the twinkling humor lurking in his expressive eyes. He only allowed a few people to see his mischievous side, and you felt quite honored to be one of those people.

"I'm sure it's not too bad. I did try and tell them this was a bad idea, but they were quite insistent as I'm sure you're aware."

"You're a good kid. If Aaron doesn't put a ring on your finger soon, let me know. We'll find you a good Italian boy, someone who'll appreciate all you have to offer."

To emphasize his words, he reached into the pan closest to him and snatched some of the pasta you'd just finished preparing. A soft moan of appreciation left his throat almost involuntarily, chewing slowly to enjoy each of the flavors you added.

"If I were twenty years younger��"

"You would make me wife number five?"

"You wound me, mia bella."

"My apologies, Dave," you said sincerely.

"Hotch is gone five minutes, Rossi, and you're over here trying to propose to his girl," Derek said from the doorway, his brows raised even as a wide grin spread over his face. "You're either a brave man or a stupid one. Ring or no ring, we all know Hotch is all in with Pretty Mama."

"That I am," Aaron agreed, stepping back into the room.

He didn't stop until he returned to your side where he belonged and had belonged for some time. His arm came up to wrap around your waist even as he dropped a kiss into your hair.

In a voice low enough only you'd hear, he said, "I have the ring at home. I'm taking you to dinner this weekend. Your favorite place. Our favorite table there. Have them slip it into your favorite dessert. Hope with everything in me that you'll say yes."

"You got Jack's blessing?"

He nodded. "He helped me pick out the ring. Even told me it took me long enough."

Laughter spilled out of you at that. Leave it to Jack Hotchner to know what he wanted before his father did. It heartened you to know that Jack cared about you that much as you cared about him just the same. You'd do anything for Jack, including stepping aside if he didn't want you in his or his father's life anymore.

Meeting his gaze, you found yourself getting lost in the love he so freely expressed in his gaze. It was enough to have your breath catching. His love for you hadn't been a secret for several months now, but every time he looked at you like that, you always lost your breath. How could you not when you had a man like Aaron Hotchner?

"What do you think?" he asked after a moment too long in silence. "Bad idea?"

You shook your head. It took several rapid blinks to get your emotions back under control. One of your dreams was coming true even if it was going to be another couple of days. You could wait. You would wait forever if it mean a lifetime with Aaron and with Jack.

"No, no," you said, swallowing down the lump that had risen, "it's a very good idea. The best idea you've ever had."

"So, you'll say yes?"

Happiness swelled within you, but you tempered it. No reason to not tease him for a moment after the incredibly sweet bombshell he'd dropped on you. Your eyes were surely twinkling as you said, "Guess you'll have to wait until this weekend to find out. Though, I'm certain the odds will be in your favor."

"You're going to keep me on my toes, aren't you, honey?"

"Always."

He pressed a kiss to your hair again as he whispered, "Good."

[lilshitwayne]

well well well guess who watched the new spiderverse and now is a miguel apologist

[tbaluver]

hiya! your lads works are soo good im a big fan. Iydm could you write about mc biting the LIs from cute aggression not sexually (?) they be hanging out and she just chomps on their bicep or cheek. thank you in advance if u write this!

have a great day/evening/night 🩷

Cuteness Aggression!- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader, Caleb x Reader genre: fluff fluff + silly a/n: hihi anonnie! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ thank you so much i hope i did this request with justice! ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ zayne would be sick of my ass if i did to him irl but can you blame me, hes just a cutie patootie ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) have a greaty day/evening/ night too anonnie and enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

you two laid together on your shared bed as xavier naps beside you. your gaze softens as you glance up from your phone, your heart melting at the sight in front of you.  xavier curled up with the plushie you both won from the claw machine while his other arm is draped lazily over you.

he looked absolutely adorable. too adorable. your eyes stare in absolute awe as a tiny pout forms on your lips. how could he be this cute? it’s almost unbearable that even in his sleep, his soft expression remains. it makes your heart ache so much. the way his cheek is squished against the soft pillow and the quiet snores escaping past his lips, had your fingers tweak to just squeeze him.

he was so overwhelmingly cute that you couldn’t stand it. you found yourself inching closer and closer, pressing multiple kisses to his face. he doesn’t stir, not even a little as you trail kisses to his forehead, his nose, his cheeks until-

nom

you pull away with a small chuckle, feeling his body stir. one eye peeks at you before he opens the other, rubbing his sleepy eyes with the back of his hand. “did you just bite me?” he mumbles sleepily.

you nod, grinning like a fool. “mhm, you’re just so cute xav,” you explain. “i just wanna-” you squeal while making incoherent words as you gently squish his cheeks as you grin wider. “in my hands and just gobble you up.” he just nods along with a smile.

“alright go ahead but as long as i get to do the same to you.” he leans in, pressing multiple kisses all over your face, his lips lingering on the corners of your mouth, your noses, and your cheeks until he plants a small bite on your cheek. “i also think you're cute”

Zayne:

you never fail to surprise him

ever since you two got together, you could see the little changes that came with your relationship. his cheeks had grown just a little fuller, a sign of many meals and extra indulgence in sweets you two had enjoyed together. you couldn’t help but smile every time you noticed it, how he looked so adorable.

you loved how he grew comfortable with your affection, letting you shower him with kisses whenever you felt the urge. every time your lips brushed against his skin, he’d melt inside yet he’d still stay composed. 

but today, today something stirred within you.

you glanced over as he typed away on his laptop, completely focused, brows furrowed in concentration, yet he still looked adorable.

to many people found zayne cold and intimidating. his features and quiet demeanor made him seem distant and maybe even unapproachable at first glance. but to you it was different. his eyes would light up and the way his lips would curl into a small smile whenever you were around him. his arms and hands that are only reserved for you, to hold you close.

you loved him so much and without even thinking, you found yourself leaning in closer to him, your lips pressing on his his skin as you showered his face with sweet kisses. he leaned into each kiss, his focus still on the screen as you trail from his forehead to the side of his nose and then-

chomp

his fingers froze on the keyboard, letting out a soft surprised sigh. he adjusts his glasses, shaking his head with a small smile curled on his lips. “what was that for?” he asked, raising a brow.

you giggle, leaning into him again, kissing the same spot you bit him. “it’s called cuteness aggression.”

“that’s new,” he murmurs, failing to hide his smile. he closes his laptop with a soft click, pulling you closer into his arms. “well, i'm not sure how to handle that yet..but let's stay like this until it passes.”

Rafayel:

curled up together in bed, your limbs tangle in a lazy embrace as you two mindlessly scroll through your phones. if it were possible to melt into him entirely, you would do so without hesitation.

your gaze drifts from the screen to him, admiring the details of your boyfriend that make your heart physically ache. the way he pouts, his lower lip juts out in a sassy demeanor that makes your heart flutter and your lips curl into a smile. the way his arms crossed over his chest, refusing to admit he’s the reason he lost the plushie in the claw machine.

then there’s his familiar head tilt, sometimes paired with a teasing wink that sends a dust of pink tint straight to your cheeks. and those lips of his were so soft, so utterly kissable. how could you ever resist him? he could absolutely do no wrong!

your phone is forgotten in an instant and without thinking, you lean in, showering him with kisses against his cheek. he lets out a contented hum, inviting you to keep going. you pepper kisses along his face, his jaw, his nose, and his forehead until he starts to squirm beneath your relentless affection.

“hey that tickles-!” he laughs, flailing his arms in protest, but there’s no real attempt to escape.

chomp

he freezes, wide eyes snap to your arms. slowly and dramatically, he lifts a hand to his cheek, checking for damage. “you-” he gasps, his eyes flickering down to his hands with feigned horror.

“stay back!”  yet he made absolutely no effort to move away. “for your information,” he huffs, puffing out his cheek in the cutest way. “fish are not food!”

a laugh escapes before you can stop it. “sorry raf,” you manage to say between giggles, reaching up to cup his face between your hands. “you’re so so cute!” you coo, squishing his cheeks together, making his pout even more ridiculous.

he pretends to be unimpressed but the slight upturn at the corner of his lips gives him away. he doesn’t pull back. instead, he tilts his head ever so slightly towards you. “i know, i know,” he sighs. “but taking a bite isn’t free y’know.” smiling, you lean in to pressing a kiss to the same spot you had ‘attacked’ moment before

Sylus:

the leader of onychinus is a feared man.

with the power that he holds and the capabilities he has, a sense of fear lingers in the air. the unsettling thought of black-red tendrils wrapping around your body, constricting you with a snap, only fueled more fear, making it clear that no one dared to ever cross the man. but what they don’t know, what no one could possibly ever guess, or ever see is that he’s just a big softie.

in the comfort of his own space, he spends his free time taking care of kittens or experimenting with face masks with you. other times, he’ll learn songs on the organ or find ways to spend more time with you. these soft, tender moments are reserved for you and you alone.

sylus had your heart completely in his hands and you weren’t afraid of him having it all. everytime he turned into such a softie around you, it took everything in you no to simply devour him with your love and affection.

you reached up to him, your fingers gently cupping his cheek, planting a flurry of quick, fluttering kisses along his skin while he was completely unbothered, continuing his task. your heart could feel like it could pound right out of your chest, your hands feel like they couldn’t get enough of him. the feeling was all too much and you couldn’t resist him-

chomp

the sudden bite caught him off guard. that’s new, he thought, blinking as he pulled back slightly. his hand instinctively traced the spot where your teeth had left a mark. “sweetie..did something happen to you?” he asked, his eyes flickering back to you and back to his hand.

you grinned even wider, “i just think you’re cute sylus. i couldn’t help it.”

he stared at you for a moment, processing what you said. no one has ever called him that. he shakes his head with a laugh before leaning back down, lowering himself back to your level. “i haven’t seen that side of you before.. go ahead, keep going then.”

Caleb:

the soft click of the front door opening catches your attention along with caleb’s voice. “Honey, i’m home!” his tired smile lighting up his face as he removes his colonel hate and places it on the counter.

the nickname honey made you feel fuzzy inside. although it was just him teasing you, it felt like a slice of being actually domestic together with him as if you two were already married. the way his voice carried that playful squeak made your heart flutter, he was simply adorable. you loved how needy he was for you just as you were for him. it was the perfect balance, both of you constantly leaning on each other.

you wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to close the small distance between you. his build was muscular from years of training but yet it was soft, comforting, like a plushie something you could sink into. the way his arms enveloped you, pulling you closer, made you feel safe that it made your heart ache. your hands itched to squeeze him closer, wanting to have him closer if it were even possible, as if you melded into one.

your lips pressed gently against his, but that wasn’t enough. you couldn’t hold back, your aggression slowly rising, kissing him over and over, your lips brushing his chin, his nose, anywhere you can reach. as you did, your hands cupped his face, cradling him close as you tickled him lightly under his chin, feeling the soft tremor of laughter bubbling from him.

Caleb's eyes flutter shut, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “pipsqueak- that tickles!” his words were interrupted by a breathy chuckle as you continued to shower his face with little kisses while your hands gently brush against his skin. he was putty in your hands whenever you spoil him with your sweet affections.

you couldn’t resist. the sweet sound of his laugh and how cute he was. you lean in in and nip his cheek, consuming his cheek in your mouth

nomp

his laughter stopped abruptly, caleb looked at you surprised while grinning from ear to ear. “hey..” he teased, his fingers gently grazing the spot you’d bitten. “whaddya think you’re doing, pipsqueak?” he tilts his head with a smile, the familiar smile you love so much.

you only answer with a mischievous grind, leaning back in as you plant more kisses across his face. “alright, alright..i’ll let it slide. just make sure you only do that to me.”

ʚɞ cr. for the divider @/ cafekitsune

ʚɞ thank you to my beta reader @ilovemitsuya for always reading my works MWAH

ʚɞ my other works if you want to check it out! Love And DeepSpace Masterlist, Pg. 2

[mellowwillowy]

Bathtub sex with your husband because he was suddenly all petty and jealous with your servants helping you bathe.

CW: NSFW, slight yandere, GN Reader

Your husband had always been an understanding man, he thought with a cool head and logic all the time. He would never get jealous of his love rivals, reasoning he was way better of an option than they would ever be.

Yes, he was not arrogant but he knew his own self-worth. He knew he had always been the best for you.

So why did he suddenly insist on helping you bathe?

“Dear, did you mean bathing with me or did I hear you wrong?” You stood next to him as he prepared the water for you. The scent he chose had always been floral, something that smelled innocent in a sense.

Your husband shook his face as he felt the temperature of the water. It welcomed him warmly, assuring him that it was the perfect temperature for you to relax already. Yulian beckoned you to enter the bathtub and so you did.

He pushed a cart of bathroom amenities, the aromatherapy candles all lit to light the room enough for as he switched the lights off.

You sighed at the sensation, slowly melting into one with the water. Yulian sat by the tub, his hands slowly massaging your tense shoulders as he hummed a lullaby for you.

“How lucky are the servants who help you bathe to see you like this every day.” He whispered into your ears as you giggled.

“Are you envious of them?”

Yulian stayed silent for a moment as he poured water over your head, “Recently,” he spoke as he poured the ointment into his hands, “I’ve been seeing lots of divorce trials.”

You hummed at his reply, leaning into his hands massaging your scalp, “And?”

“Most of them come from… affairs.”

You raised one of your eyebrows at the mention of affair, “Are you saying I might be cheating with one of my servants dear?”

“Not really,” Yulian now focused back on massaging your shoulders again, “but I can't help but be bothered by the fact that one of your servants might be admiring you, enchanted by you.”

His face inched closer to yours now, “And while they are at it, they can freely see and feel your body…” his hands slowly felt your arms up and down, “and be around you every day, helping you dress, attending all your needs while I'm away.”

You've never seen your husband act like this before. This was the first time he had shown his jealousy blatantly.

Yulian started pressing chaste kisses on the back of your neck, his grips remained on your arms. You squirmed as his hands snaked further into your nipples.

“It's so unfair, I'm your husband and yet they get to see you so vulnerable more often than I would ever be.”

What was once a chaste kiss soon turned into hickeys, purple decorating you from the back of your neck to your collarbone. You recognized this gesture as his way of showing his pettiness.

“So today,” his fingers tweaked your nipples as he kissed your earlobe, “can I show you just how much I love and adore every bits of you?”

—

The two of you were connected in the bathtub, his cock throbbed as its snug inside of you. How many times had he cum so early yet still had the strength to continue? You knew your husband couldn't last long but that didn't mean his stamina was to be doubted.

His precision in hitting your sweet spot had always been pitch-perfect. It never failed to make you squeal and tighten around him, pushing him closer to yet another orgasm.

Yulian hid his face in the crook of your neck, trying his best to not bite into your flesh, and opted to bite his lip until he tasted steel instead.

You moaned out his name as you felt like you were about to reach yet another orgasm as well. Your hand intertwined with his, you turned back to kiss him, tasting his blood while at it.

“So close… together?”

Yulian’s cock throbbed at the mention of it before he nodded along, “I-I’ll try.”

Yulian lifted you from his lap and positioned you to lean onto the wall before he continued ramming into you like a starving man. Nonetheless, he still made sure to prioritize your pleasure as well instead of being selfish and chasing his own release.

Your knees wobbled and you felt really weak yet his strong grip wouldn't let you slide down, at least not until you two were done.

Ragged breath and breathy groans, the bathroom smelled like sex instead of florals. The whole candles flickered with each thrust he made and the water rippled with every shake your legs made.

It didn't take so long for you two to come in unison. The bath water that was once pristine and clean was soon mixed with both of your bodily fluids. Your insides felt warm the moment he came inside you again.

Your knees slowly gave up as the two of you slowly collected your composure. Yulian’s hands never let you go as he slowly lowered you into his embrace again.

He started peppering your face with kisses again, his fingers ran over all the hickeys he had left all over you, some were in a very visible place.

“How am I supposed to cover all of these dear?” you pouted at him as you pushed his face away from you playfully.

Yulian raised his eyebrows before answering you, “You don't cover them dear.”

[iluvloganhowlett]

I need more hugh and reader PLEASE he’s so cute pattotie which is such a contrast from Logan lmao

CUTIES ✮⋆˙

in which ryan reynolds has a private snap story where he secretly films cute moments between you and hugh

warnings: none, just fluff!

do NOT ask how i thought of this…

the camera started by showing ryan, a bit too up close and personal for the average person’s liking. “hey nerds, welcome back to ‘i-spy with ry-ry.’ today, i just saw hugh and y/n make their way to hair and makeup together so we’re gonna follow them and see where the wind takes us. hopefully that won’t be to a small, crappy bathroom stall..”

alas, the camera flips and you and hugh can be shown skipping off to hair and makeup, babbling about whether or not a tomato should or should not be considered a fruit.

“baby when have you ever heard of tomatoes in fruit salad or in a fruit smoothie or when have you ever asked for fruit and were handed a cup of tomatoes?”

“never… but-“

“so then i rest my case, thank you very much.”

you squeal, running a little to catch up to hugh as he rounds the last corner to hair and makeup.

“hugh!” you call, landing a soft and playful punch on his back, causing him to swiftly grab you and tickle your sides.

as you giggle uncontrollably, the camera flips back to ryan, who unexpectedly has tears welling up in his eyes. “i’m sorry it’s just- god they’re adorable. they make me wanna have more children.”

your giggles can still be heard in the background, and for the next chunk of time, all that is shown is a rather unflattering angle of ryan watching you and hugh.

as soon as your voice can be heard again, ryan flips the camera back.

“y’know it’s not very nice to hold others against their will like that,” you mutter, looking up at hugh with a playfully-angered look.

he shoves you, causing you to lose your balance ever so slightly, “aw get outta here! you love me!”

you tilt your heard, grabbing hugh’s hand as the two of you swing your joint arms back and forth, “maybe.”

hugh’s head snaps toward you, brows high, “maybe?!”

you only smirk, “maybe.”

he shakes his head, “you’re a little shit i hope y’know that.”

“eh you love me,” you repeat, stealing his words.

ryan zooms in on your faces, and hugh can be seen clearly as his eyes—full of nothing but love and adoration—flicker between your eyes and your lips.

you close the small space between you two, leaning up on your tippy-toes and pressing your lips to his. the kiss is slow and passionate, making ryan squeal out loud; louder than he thought he had.

you two break apart, heads darting to wherever the sound came from.

“ryan what the hell?!” you exclaim, a bright smile on your face as you tilt your head.

hugh can be seen with a twisted face, looking his best friend up and down.

“alright i can explain-“ ryan pleads as if he’s in a movie, but hugh has already made his way towards the camera, snatching it out of ryan’s hand.

you follow suit, hugh’s hand on the small of your back to guide you. you lean up, almost choking when you read the title of the story, “ryan are you fucking forreal? ‘i-spy with ry-ry?”

“i-“

“you’re a strange man…” hugh states, wrapping his arm fully around you waste now to guide you the opposite direction from ryan, actually making your way to hair and makeup.

as soon as your backs are turned, ryan flips the camera to himself, “alright everyone, that’s it for todays episode of i-spy with ry-ry, stay tuned for-“

“ryan shut ya damn mouth, man!”

“bye-“ *camera cuts*

ok i’m actually satisfied with this bc 1) it’s veryyy original 2) tumblr deleted this whole thing and i had to rewrite it from memory🤦🏽‍♀️

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[quirrrky]

—•✦ THE BOY IS MINE

OIKAWA, KUROO, BOKUTO showing you that he belongs to you and you to him

≡ NOTES ⋮ I'M BACCKKK! and I'm super excited, can;t wait to fangirl w/ y'all! I'm gonna cri 😭 I miss my boys sm T^T bokuto's made me giddy and kuroo's got me smiling like shit...don't get me started with oikawa!

OIKAWA

You were on the sidelines watching the man you adored so much being adored by so many other girls. No lies, some of them were prettier than you, you’d think. They could be a good match for your boyfriend.  

Still, you didn’t bother. Tooru always assured you of your worth and how perfect you were for him in every sense––the most beautiful in his eyes.  

Tooru delivered an impactful serve, and the crowd cheered including the other girls beside you. Even from afar, he sent you a smile with a matching flirty wink. The girls squealed with so much giddiness, probably thinking it was for them.

He cast another glance at you, which you returned primly.  

You were always his number one fan. You might not be on par with him when it came to Volleyball, but you didn’t mind being his cheerleader, his anchor and the source of his strength whenever he’d feel inadequate.  

You were secured and not moved by how many fangirls he had until now. The reporter pulled Tooru to the side together with a known female Volleyball player who’s around the same age as him.  

The two of them were the top players of their teams–the most competent. The reporter and everybody else simply admired seeing the both of them side by side.  

“Oh! They look so good together!” You heard those around you murmured.  

“Maybe they’re dating...” The others speculated. 

A bitter sting gnawed inside you. The image of Tooru happily playing Volleyball with a partner who could really challenge him head-to-head was making it difficult for you to breathe.  

You were lost in your thoughts when you suddenly felt a hand around your wrist, gently dragging you somewhere.  

T-Tooru?  

He brought you by his side and laced his arm firmly around you. 

“Practice and perseverance are totally the keys in winning but for me it’s not just that,” Tooru responded to the reporter. “We all need a lucky charm, I tell you.” He pulled you closer to him, shifting his gaze to lovingly study your face, saying, “And I got mine right here.”  

You blushed, feeling the heat crawling all over your face. The crowd squealed and hollered yet they didn’t matter in that moment.  

The reporter ended the interview with lighthearted teasing directed at you and Tooru, prompting the start of the last match.  

“How ‘bout a good luck kiss, huh?” He teased.  

“W-What’re y-” You weren’t even able to finish as he already placed a sweet peck on your lips. “Tooru!” You complained when he parted, and he replied by playfully sticking his tongue out.  

Your fingers travelled your lips. Perhaps, you’ve got nothing to worry about after all.  

KUROO

It’s a big day for you and your boyfriend. It would be the first time he’d be giving a welcome remarks to open his institution’s black-tie event. You were even proud to be the one who did his speech.  

As his extra special plus one, he never left your side with both of you just keeping things, hands to yourself, acting as a professional and sober couple. 

However, you were bothered to say the least. You always knew that you had a fine boyfriend. He looked straight out of a novel after all. Tall, handsome and with a good suit to complete the look.  

Tetsurou seemed like every billionaire bad boy in the books you’d encounter in bookstores’ new adult section. It’s no wonder that the girls in his company party all had their eyes on him like he’s a piece of hunky meat they’d jump on at any moment. 

Deep inside, you’d want to be swallowed by the universe below. You were never insecure about your looks, well, maybe sometimes you were like right now! Were you not even pretty enough for them to keep their attraction to themselves? Were you not playing the eye candy part so well?  

Do you even look good beside him? 

Black dress, pretty face and hypnotic smile all amplified by the sweet scent of honey—you’re Kuroo’s most prized possession, not that he treats you as an object. Well, yes, to put it simply you’re the object of his desires, adoration and affection.  

Wasn’t it obvious that you were with him? Yeah right, call him petty, but he couldn’t bear the eyes of these bastards on you.  

Hell, pretty was even an understatement when it came to you. As much as he wanted you to be revered for being the goddess that you are, he still couldn't accept all the gawking you’re receiving and him being disregarded like he wasn’t even there when he’s the boyfriend, the future husband and the forever person.  

He promised he’d behave himself and keep the PDA on low since today’s a formal event, but it looked like he won’t be keeping up with that anymore. 

Jolted, your shoulders rose as Tetsu slithered his arm around your waist. He tugged you closer to him so you were both attached to the hip. You just froze in surprise when he leaned, placed a kiss on your forearm and dropped another one on your shoulder.  

You felt the heat rushing to your face. Your eyes held his as they met. “What...what are you doing?” you whispered and he propped his chin on your shoulder.  

“Showing them who you belong to.” 

Internally, you’re partying. You’d be lying to say that you didn’t want that because you definitely want to show all these girls that Tetsu would only have his eyes on you. “Okay, just don’t overdo it.” 

A lopsided grin appeared on his face. “Not very sure about that.” 

BOKUTO

At last, your fiancé, superstar athlete Bokuto Koutaro, will be arriving home tonight. It has been several months since he’s been away to train and to participate in the Olympics. Now, he’ll be coming home after playing with his utmost best.  

You were standing, waiting for him in anticipation at the airport. This was the moment you’d been waiting for and your face immediately lit up after seeing him walk from the arrivals. His eyes were still sleepy with his pillow still latched around his neck.  

In anticipation, you took a step forward approaching him, but the reporters and his fans beat you to it. Now, he’s swarmed with the crowd taking pictures and asking him questions. Some of them were even bumping into you and all you could do was watch. You were just a mere ordinary citizen, lurking in the shadows of those who admire him.  

You clutch on your chest. You were truly happy for him. Genuinely happy for the recognition he’s receiving. He deserved every bit of it, but...How you’d wish to be closer to him. Be the home he goes back to where he could be just Koutarou, the loving and silly boy you came to love. You just missed him so much. 

A bitter smile appeared on your face, surrendering to your fate until his eyes met yours across the sea of people. He glowed radiantly, beaming at the sight of you. Without hesitation and despite everybody else around, he made a way for himself towards you. 

With so much excitement, you yelped as he hugged you tight and carried you that your legs hooked around him in reflex. Koutarou peppered kisses over your face cooing so lovely that he finally got to see and be with his most adorable Y/N. You giggled, getting a little ticklish with his kisses.  

“Babe, babe! Not here!” You protest in middle of chuckling. “There are people around.” 

Koutarou pouted. “But I miss you so much.” 

“Me too,” you said in a wide grin and he giggled like a school kid finally getting his favorite toy as present.  

He rubbed his nose against yours. “Let’s go home!” 

@pixelcafe-network

[yzzart]

DARLING, AND I WILL BRING YOU HOME ── KENJI SATO

── summary: While Ken and Emi trained, played together, you were in the stands, cheering them on; unearthing a memory from Kenji's mind.

── content warnings: F!reader, fiance!kenji, scenes of Ken and Emi playing together, mention of Emiko and Professor Sato, a little angst but with comfort in the end!

── word count: 899!

"Lets go, girl!"

Kenji's voice exclaims, in a high and benevolent tone, highlighting a magnanimous animation and excitement for the peaceful environment, so serene and enchanting; hearing the return of his voice through the stillness of the place. — A lovely place, capable of leaving anyone speechless. — A space to call his own.

Fixing and comfortably positioning the cap, Sato takes two steps back and raises his hand for the second time. — Waiting for the attention and focus he were looking for.

“You can do it, you know that, don’t you?” — He questioned with support, helping the big baby lizard; who, in response, grunted gently, without lacking her tenderness, and shook her small, and immense, arms. — "Of course you know!" — He expressed, proudly.

“Go, Emi!” — Claps, associates of euphoria, entering into a condition of encouragement, from you; earning affectionate glances and admiring expressions from Sato and the baby. — “Make me proud!” — You got into the rhythm, feeling the wave of encouragement, content in the crowd. — Like you did every time you watched Kenji's games.

Sitting in the stands, made, technologically, by Mina, which easily reproduced a real and authentic Baseball field, containing all the tiny and relevant details. — Including the fact that that field was always chosen by Kenji. — You watch them play.

Moments, scenes, like these had already become routine between you; bringing cycles of leisure, distraction and a way to teach practical notions to Emi. — Which was, faithfully, important and approved by Professor Sato. — In addition to directing, training and, again, further preparing Kenji's passes for the championship; you advised him, agreeing that it could help him.

"Did you hear her?" — He tilted his head toward you, earning an excited squeal and a blink, with precision, from Emi. — "Pay attention to the ball, like last time." — Kenji swung the small ball, attracting her concentration, and smiled when he realized he was reaching it. — "There you go!" — With a strong throw, intending a stable impulse, Kenji threw the ball towards the adorable creature.

With the basic reflexes, which, by the way, were being amplified, upon seeing the small object heading towards her, Emi, holding the huge bat, easily bounced the ball and shot so far that it disappeared into the programmed sky. — Being worthy of an incredible play.

"That's right, baby!" — You shouted, standing up, quickly, with enthusiasm, burning with exaltation and vibration, raising your arms up. — The baby lizard, finding your voice, directed her head towards you; smiling, dazzled by her celebration and, even though she didn't understand so many things, she happily got excited.

It was not possible, much less plausible, to counter the emotions, and old sensations, that came from Kenji's chest; conceiving an ardor of passion, bonds of fascination upon hearing their cries of celebration. — In addition to your claps, the way you had gotten up and approached the field, wanting, in some way, to capture every little point of the play. — He remembered, with such grace and delicacy, the moments when his mother watched him play.

Not missing any matches, even training, she was present; shouting, clamoring, cheering for little Kenji. — Recording all the games, leaving them as souvenirs and secretly sending them to his father; Ken wasn't aware of that, he wasn't that. — Emiko was always there for him and with him.

And watching, witnessing you accompanying him, lifting him, supporting him and guiding him for so long — now, caring, by his side, for a young Kaiju — guides Kenji towards a light, deeply, pure and loyal to all the love he could feel in his heart. life. — The same light that guided his father to his mother.

"Now, run the bases, girl!" — He warned, smiling and ecstatic about the result, and signaling Mina to follow Emi, who quickly flew towards her. — "I'm proud!" — He exclaimed and was responded to with a loud and cheerful, and slightly breathless, scream.

Moving away from where he was, leaving Emi running across the field, Kenji took steps towards you, never stopping to smile, even more so, hearing the baby's amused grunts and seeing the adorable and charming expression on your face. — Also, influenced by the fact that you are wearing one of his caps. — Contemplating you once again.

"She's getting better and better." — You said, biting the lower part of your cheek, bowing your head, looking at the young man and raising one of your hands to his t-shirt, repairing a small and insignificant dent.

"That's good, however…" — He looked up, acting as if he were thinking about something convenient, promising. — "…i feel like our girl could surpass me at any moment." — He joked, in a mix of drama and suffering.

Taking you by surprise, even though you were so used to his comments, you couldn't contain a beautiful and melodic laugh, shaking your head, refusing to believe his words; but, feeling your heart warm when you heard the magnanimous and dazzled way in which Kenji recognized Emi. — Letting that phrase repeat itself in your mind.

Kenji was right, you hadn't, and wouldn't dare, disagree about what he had said; no one could.

"Our girl…" — You murmured, conveying tenderness and softness in the small words. — Resting your head on Kenji's chest, being able to hear his heartbeat, and feeling one of his strong and safe arms around your waist, bringing caresses to the area, you and Sato saw Emi running through the large and beautiful field.

[zeroxxlhero]

Hello, can u do Vi x Reader. Where they have a baby together. In the morning, Vi and Reader were sleeping till they heard giggling and saw their baby on top of Vi. Vi smiled and she stood up giving her kisses. After that, Reader said good morning and the baby was laughing and she was hogging their blanket covering her body and she did it cutely. Vi couldn’t take anymore and she picked up the baby and started playing with her.

Family • Vi

Warnings: Family-friendly fluff, a baby

Pairings: Vi x You

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, warming the bedroom with its golden light. You and Vi lay tangled together in the blankets, her strong arms loosely wrapped around your waist, her face nuzzled against your neck. The room was peaceful, filled only with the faint rustle of sheets and your steady breathing—until a quiet, melodic giggle broke the silence.

You stirred slightly, opening one eye and glancing toward the source of the sound. Vi, still half-asleep, shifted beneath the covers, grumbling something incoherent. The giggles came again, louder this time, followed by a light pressure on Vi’s chest.

“Mmh, what the…” Vi mumbled, cracking an eye open to see your baby perched on top of her, her tiny hands pressing into Vi’s shoulders as she balanced herself. Your daughter’s bright eyes sparkled with mischief, her unruly tufts of hair catching the morning light.

Vi blinked a few times, her lips tugging into a sleepy but adoring smile. “Well, good morning to you too, little troublemaker,” she murmured, her voice still husky with sleep.

The baby giggled again, her laughter filling the room as she patted Vi’s face with her chubby hands. Vi let out a low chuckle, reaching up to hold her steady. “You couldn’t let us sleep just a little longer, huh?” she teased, sitting up slowly so your daughter wouldn’t tumble off.

You rolled onto your side, propping yourself up on one elbow to watch the two of them. A soft smile spread across your face as Vi began to pepper kisses all over your baby’s round cheeks, eliciting delighted squeals and wiggling from the little one.

“Morning, love,” you said, your voice still thick with sleep.

Vi glanced at you with a lopsided grin, cradling the baby close. “Morning,” she replied, leaning down to nuzzle your baby’s nose.

As you stretched and sat up, your baby caught sight of you and squealed with excitement, holding up the edge of the blanket. She began pulling it over herself, determined to cover her small body. Her giggles turned into playful babbling as she tucked the blanket under her chin, her tiny fingers clutching it possessively.

“Look at her,” Vi said, her voice filled with amusement as she nodded toward the baby. “Already claiming everything as hers. Definitely takes after you.”

You feigned a gasp, placing a hand on your chest. “Me? I don’t hog the blanket!”

Vi smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Sure you don’t, babe.”

Your baby let out another loud giggle, wiggling even deeper into the blanket as if she were in on the joke. She peeked out from under the fabric, her wide eyes sparkling with mischief. Her cuteness was overwhelming, and you could see the way Vi’s resolve melted as she gazed at her.

“Alright, that’s it,” Vi said with a laugh, scooping the baby up in one swift motion. “You’re too adorable for your own good.”

She stood, lifting the baby high above her head and spinning in slow circles. Your daughter squealed with delight, kicking her little legs and reaching for Vi’s face. Vi made silly airplane noises as she swooped the baby gently through the air, her laughter blending with your baby’s joyous giggles.

“Look at you, soaring like a champ,” Vi cooed, holding her close again and peppering her forehead with kisses. “You’re my little fighter. Just like your mom.”

You leaned back against the pillows, watching them with a warm, glowing heart. The sight of Vi with your daughter—so soft, so full of love—made your chest ache with happiness.

Eventually, Vi plopped back onto the bed, your baby still nestled in her arms. The little one babbled away, her tiny fingers grabbing onto Vi’s nose, then your hand when you reached out to join them.

“You’re our best adventure, kiddo,” Vi murmured, her voice low and affectionate as she kissed your baby’s forehead.

The three of you stayed like that for a while, tangled in blankets and love, until the baby’s tiny yawn signaled her next nap was on the horizon. Moments like these were simple, but they were everything.

[littlelovelunette]

SEVIKA FLUFF WE NEED MORE MA

I mean what about post!war Sevika being a concil member and meeting council!reader. What about about them working together to build a good future for Zaun and BOOM falling love. What about Sevika finaly being happy and safe in a relationship and finaly settling sown and enjoy life instead of fighting everyday ?

Please pretty please, our woman deserve a breakkkkk

Sevika's Little One (3)

Here's something similar, I didn't stick to the council!Reader thing because well, Sevika doesn't seem to have a lot of peers in there who like her, and it would be going against the original Sevika thing, so I combined it with another series, hope you like it!

Let me know if I should make more of these!

A few years passed ever since you'd given birth and Heather was now 4 years old. You were tired as it was dealing with your daughter's stubbornness which she most certainly got from your wife— Sevika.

You dusted the shelves, your daughter following you around as she imitated what you did with a small duster, hair in a hairnet and an apron a bit too big for her.

You straightened the photo frames, smiling at the one that reminded you of Sevika getting in the council.

Well, at least, things were sort of okay now.

“Mama!” Heather squealed, “When will mom get home?”

This was her way of acknowledging two mothers. Mumma/mama for you, mom/mum for Sevika.

“Soon, baby.” You replied, closing the shelf doors and walking to take the clothes out for the drier.

“Probably in an hour.” You added as you put the dry clothes in the basket and took them to the bedroom to fold.

“Mamaaaaaa!” Heather yelled in her tiny voice again.

You smiled at the sheer adorableness of your daughter.

“Can we have pasta for dinner?” She asked happily, pulling at the edges of her dress.

You pulled her hands away from the hem of her dress, “Sure, love.”

“Come help mama.” You said and put the clothes down on the bed.

Heather happily clambered over the bed and watched you intently, silently asking what you needed help in.

You started folding the dry clothes and Heather quickly followed suit however her pile of folded clothes were messier than yours.

A little messy would be an understatement. “Mama, look! Am I doing well?”

You looked at the pile of clothes, smiling a little, “Yeah, it's alright.”

“It's beautiful!” Heather urged indignantly. Your daughter was obsessed with the word ‘beautiful’— an adjective Sevika used to compliment her on a daily basis so now it was either beautiful or nothing.

“Yeah, baby, it's beautiful.” You laughed a little but before Heather could press any further Sevika's voice called out. “I'm home!”

Instantly, Heather made a beeline towards the door screaming at the top of her lungs, “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”

“There's my little angel!” Sevika gasped a little as Heather flew into Sevika's arms, jumping and bumping her head against Sevika's chin. “Little—”

“Hey,” you smiled as you walked up to her and pressed a kiss where she just got head bumped. “How was your day?”

“Just got better.”

Sevika walked into the dining room with Heather in her arms who was chattering happily, talking about how she did her chores and how she'd been a good girl.

“I was just about to get started on making dinner. Heather wants pasta,” you took the ingredients out.

“Pasta, huh?” Sevika smiled down at Heather. “She took a shower?”

“No, I've been too busy, today's her hair wash day.” You looked back at Sevika briefly. “Think you could help her wash her hair today?”

“Absolutely.” Sevika smiled and got up, Heather in her arms.

“Yayyy!” Heather squealed and squirmed around, climbing Sevika's bicep and onto her shoulder.

“Careful there.” Sevika chuckled and walked into the bathroom.

Loud squeals and giggles erupted from the bathroom where you were sure Heather was giving Sevika a hard time while she tried to shower her little princess. You smiled to yourself, preparing dinner.

"Mamaaaaaa!" Heather giggled and yelled out from the bathroom, "Save meeeee!"

You knew they were playing around so you just laughed, and continued to cook. A while later small footsteps echoed around the house and Heather ran upto you. "Mamaaaaa!"

"Yeah, Heather? Whats up?" You asked not looking down at her but once you did, you broke in a fit of laughter.

Heather's hair was molded up with shampoo to form a shark's fin, you were sure this was Sevika's doing. "Sevika! What did you do to her hair?" You continued laughing barely able to catch your own breath. Your daughter looked positively ridiculous, not to mention she was soaking wet and running around the house naked.

You could hear Sevika laughing from the bathroom. You turned the stove's heat down, picking Heather up and going to the bathroom to give her back to Sevika. "Complete shower, you both."

Sevika grabbed Heather, tickling her making the little girl squirm and jump into the bathtub with a giggle.

Sighing and shaking your head you left the bathroom, these two were menaces. But you loved them eitherway.

[mapis-putellas]

𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉

Pairing: Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x reader

Words: 1366

Warnings: blood, drool, mentions of sex? Idk

Summary: you get your wisdom teeth out. Chaos ensues.

The world around you was a fuzzy haze of colors and sounds, and the strange tingling in your mouth had you more than a little bewildered. You tried to move your tongue, only to realize it felt like a giant, numb blob taking up most of your mouth. Somewhere in your groggy brain, you remembered you’d just had your wisdom teeth removed, but nothing was quite making sense.

Blinking, you saw two faces peering down at you, one with a halo of dark hair and green eyes full of concern, the other with blonde hair and dark roots, her brown eyes glinting with amusement. You blinked harder, trying to focus. The sight of them together made your heart swell, and you felt an urge to ask the one pressing question on your mind.

“Who… who are you?” you slurred, staring at them in awe.

Ingrid’s mouth curved into a gentle smile as she rubbed your shoulder, her soft voice filling your ears. “We’re your girlfriends, sweetheart.”

Your jaw dropped, as much as it could with the gauze and numbness. “Both… of you?” you whispered, eyes widening in absolute wonder.

Mapi, who was standing beside Ingrid, let out a giggle. “Yes, cariño, both of us.”

You looked from one to the other, a giddy smile spreading over your face. “That’s… that’s amazing.” You sighed dreamily, staring at them as if they were the most enchanting thing you’d ever seen.

In your dazed state, your gaze wandered down to Mapi’s exposed midriff, her crop top showing off her toned abs. Without thinking, your hand reached out, fingers outstretched to touch the mesmerizing sight before you.

Mapi, sensing what you were up to, swatted your hand away with a playful glare. “Ah, no, no. Hands off, cariño.”

You looked up at her, betrayal clear in your glassy eyes, and your lower lip wobbled. “But… I wanted to touch…”

Mapi’s eyes softened, and she shared a glance with Ingrid, who gave her a slight shrug. Mapi sighed, muttering something under her breath in Spanish that sounded like, “No puedo con esto,” before relenting and grabbing your hand, gently placing it on her abs.

The moment your fingers made contact, you beamed, eyes closing in bliss. “They’re so… perfect.”

Ingrid chuckled softly beside you, and you lazily leaned against her shoulder, basking in the comfort of being surrounded by both of them. But as quickly as your happiness had arrived, it faded, another question nagging at your addled brain. You tilted your head up toward Ingrid, squinting up at her as the realization dawned on you again.

“Wait, who… who are you guys?”

Ingrid sighed, her patience unending, and she brushed some hair out of your face. “We’re your girlfriends,” she said with a soft chuckle.

Your face lit up all over again, a broad, giddy smile spreading across your face. “Both of you?” you repeated, utterly enchanted.

They both nodded, and you let out a little squeal, so delighted that you puckered your lips for a kiss. But the gauze was making it impossible to keep your mouth closed, and you could feel the unpleasant sensation of saliva dribbling down your chin.

You waited, eyes closed, for a kiss, only to feel nothing. Opening your eyes, you saw Ingrid and Mapi exchanging an uncertain glance. Mapi’s brow creased, a little grossed out, while Ingrid looked as if she were weighing her options.

“Why aren’t you kissing me?” you wailed, hurt flashing across your face. The tears in your eyes were instant, your lip trembling as you looked at them, crushed by the rejection.

Ingrid sighed, and Mapi leaned over to plant a quick kiss on your lips, her nose scrunched up adorably. You were ecstatic—until, just as your lips touched, you tried to sneak in a bit of tongue, which made Mapi squeak in surprise and pull back, laughing and wiping her mouth.

“Cariño, no!” Mapi laughed, while you pouted, devastated. “You know you’re a little messy right now…”

You sighed heavily, your emotions swinging from blissful to heartbroken in an instant. “I’m sad you won’t let me kiss you properly,” you murmured, sniffling.

Ingrid gently stroked your cheek, attempting to calm you, but then something terrifying hit you. You tried to move your tongue, but it felt like nothing more than a numb, foreign object in your mouth. Panic gripped you, and you looked at Ingrid with wide, horrified eyes.

“Baby?” she asked, noticing the alarm on your face.

“I… I can’t feel my tongue!” you whimpered, the words barely intelligible through the gauze.

“Oh, love, it’s just the anesthesia,” Ingrid assured, trying to soothe you, but you were already spiralling.

“No, no! They took my tongue! I’m never gonna be able to eat you guys ou—”

Ingrid clapped her hand over your mouth, her cheeks flushed red as she glanced at a snickering Mapi, who found the whole scene utterly hilarious. “Cariño, shhh!” Ingrid tried to whisper, stifling a laugh, but you were insistent, your muffled words trying to escape as you continued to voice your distress.

“Cariño,” Ingrid interrupted again. “I promise, it’s just temporary. You’ll be fine.”

“I was just saying,” you whined when Ingrid finally removed her hand, only to have her cover your mouth once more. This time, though, your eyes welled with fresh tears, upset that they weren’t letting you speak. “You’re not letting me say anything!” you cried, breaking into sobs again.

Mapi snorted, laughing so hard she had to wipe a tear from her own eye. “Ay, Dios mío, Ingrid, I can’t take this. She’s too much.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, sulking as you reached your arms out to Ingrid, mumbling, “I want your face.”

Ingrid leaned forward, obliging, but the moment her cheeks were within reach, you clumsily cupped them, tracing your fingers over her soft features. You stared at her in awe, marveling at her beauty. But then, in a moment of misguided affection, you leaned in and licked her nose, leaving a smear of blood and saliva.

Ingrid pulled back, trying her best not to grimace as she wiped her face. “Oh, sweetheart,” she said, doing her best to stay patient, but you noticed the hint of disgust, and it was enough to break your heart all over again.

“You don’t want me to touch you!” you sobbed, your head dropping in disappointment.

Mapi, trying to hide her smile, moved closer and rubbed your back, finally deciding that you were too upset to be left alone. “Come here, cariño,” she murmured, helping you up so that she could pull you against her. Your head rested against her abs, and a contented sigh escaped your lips.

You closed your eyes, practically melting into her, a blissful smile overtaking your face. “So perfect,” you mumbled, your voice slurring as you absently let your hand wander toward her backside, unable to help yourself.

Mapi caught your hand just in time, a playful smirk dancing on her lips as she shook her head. “You just don’t give up, do you?”

But the rejection made your heart plummet, and tears welled up in your eyes all over again. “Why won’t you let me touch you?” you wailed, completely dejected.

Ingrid, seeing that Mapi’s teasing was only making things worse, gave her a look before lifting you into her lap and settling you down. She rubbed your back soothingly, wrapping her arms around you as she whispered, “We’re here. It’s okay. You can relax.”

Your head drooped onto Ingrid’s shoulder, and you let out a tiny hiccup as you clung to her, finally feeling a little bit of peace amidst the chaos. “I just… I just wanted to be close to you,” you mumbled, sniffling into her shirt.

Ingrid held you tighter, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “We’re here. You’re with us, sweetheart,” she murmured, stroking your back as your breathing started to slow.

“Promise?” you whispered, your voice growing soft, drowsiness starting to tug at the edges of your consciousness.

Ingrid’s eyes softened, and she shared a tender glance with Mapi. “Promise, love. We’re not going anywhere.”

With that reassurance, you finally let yourself relax completely, nestling into Ingrid’s arms as your eyes fluttered shut. A blissful smile played on your lips as you drifted off, wrapped up safely between them, your heart full—even if your memory was a little fuzzy on exactly why.

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[thanosscross]

Baby - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader Part 3 Smut

Summary: After months of being together, everytime you sleep together it feels just like the first time still, but Seung Hyun throws a twist in this time

Warnings: Smut, lots of smut

Seven and a half months, that's how long it had been since Seong Hyun asked you to be his girlfriend, and while you were both reserved in public, you didn't hold back in the bedroom, as more time passed though, the more you learned about your lover, that in reality, the big ego, cocky, outgoing Seung Hyun was just for show, in reality, your boyfriend was basically a big teddy bear, one of the first males you met that was actually in touch with his feelings and fears, and wasn't afraid to admit it. He was your everything at the moment, you both came dependent on each other while still keeping to your independent natures, you could go days without seeing each other, but neither of you would really sleep well or truly relax until you were together again.

"Seung hyun" You whined, desperately trying to wake him up, it was a Saturday, meaning you both had the day free of any responsibilities, and while you had planned a day with your boyfriend, it seemed he had other plans of sleeping all morning. You couldn't lie though, he looked adorable laying curled up under his fluffy comforter, not to mention relaxed and peaceful, sighing you just climbed out of bed in defeat "Fine, I'll be back at noon" You threatened kissing his forehead gently, he just turned away tiredly, pulling the stuffed animal he had used as a pillow with him. You rolled your eyes giggling to yourself as you made your way out of the room looking around for anybody who was awake. "Bo-mi!" You heard the boys shouting in chorus, you just raised your eyebrows at them in confusion "Oh! y/n! We thought you were Seung hyun" Dae-Sung apologized sheepishly, blushing softly "You're fine, you guys are pretty too" You offered with a smile before making your way to the kitchen to get your morning (coffee or tea, just your choice of morning drink). Walking back with the mug, you sat next to Ji-yong glancing at the game they were playing on the tv.

You ended up playing with them for a good two hours before you all just ended up talking, it started out sweet, them complimenting you on how much you've changed Seung Hyun to where he's been a little more outgoing with things, you complimenting them on how hard they've been working lately, until they started interrogating you. "We never you see you anymore!" Ji-yong groaned "Seung Hyun stole you!" Dae-sung added, you laughed loudly hiding your face in your blanket you had wrapped around your body "He's my boyfriend!" You giggled loudly before looking towards him again "We miss you!" Tae-yung agreed crossing his arms "I miss you guys! But I practically live here! I'm right down the hall" You giggled, you could feel your face heating up as they continued "Don't think we can't hear what's happening in there! Oooo Seung hyun!" Ji-Yong teased mocking your words from the other night, whenever you thought you both were alone.

You squealed hiding your face again "Leave me alone! We're literally together! and adults!" You argued giggling loudly before looking to them "You all wouldn't understand, you're children" You giggled, they gasped at your comment before jumping and screaming out whenever they heard your boyfriend cough from the hallway "If I remember right it was, yesss, seung hyun" He stated making his way tiredly to you "You said you'd be back at noon" He frowned, you smiled at him, trying to hide the fact you were extremely flustered by the others knowledge of what exactly you sound like during sex. "Sorry, the boys are upset they don't see me as much" You giggled, Seung Hyun taking his rightful spot next to you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you tightly "They live with you?" He questioned before catching on laughing "Oh my!...you know..you guys are more than welcome to invite her to game or hangout, you just don't" He chuckled, you agreed, resting your head on his shoulder, only now realizing he had no shirt on, Not wanting to put him on the spot about his new found confidence you just smiled even wider hugging him "Not whenever you steal her!" Dae-sung whined, Seung Hyun just smirked "What you mean like this?" He asked before scooping you up with ease rushing to your bedroom, you screamed holding onto him tightly, not liking the fact he was running around corners with you in his arms.

As you got back into your room he smirked at you "Oh god, what do you want, my love?" You asked resting your hands on the base of his neck, admiring his eyes as he slowly lowered you down to your feet "You look really good in my clothes" He whispered stepping closer to you "You look really good with no shirt" You complimented, your words brought a bright pink hue to his cheeks as he blushed "You had my shirt" He protested shyly, you just shook your head giggling kissing him softly, Seung Hyun had other thoughts, taking the back of your neck in his hand as he pressed his lips against yours needier and rougher than you did. You just placed your hands in his hair, his other arm going around your waist to pull you closer to him if possible. "What has gotten into you?" You teased as he pushed you down onto the bed "You have changed me" He growled against your neck, you tilted your head to the side allowing him more access as he continued "I feel..more myself with you, you let me live my life while still being a big part of it, you know just what to say, you're perfect" He whispered, you just now realizing his lips were pressed against your jaw "You're so sweet, but I didn't change anything, you did that, Seung Hyun" You smiled, moaning softly whenever he started to leave a trail of hickeys across your neck "See? Just what to say" He smirked against your skin, before pulling away to make eye contact with you "I love you" He said, causing you to stare at him in shock, you watched the emotions run over his face "I love you too" You finally found yourself saying looking into his dark eyes, his smirk returned before you pressed your lips to his.

Gasping as Seung Hyun lined himself up with your entrance, you glanced up to look at him, his eyes were trained between the two of you, more concerned about getting everything right so he didn't hurt you. You slowly raised a hand to his cheek, tilting his head slightly to look at you "You're okay" You smiled, nodding a bit before leaning up kissing him deeply, Seung Hyun took that as his sign to ahead, pushing his dick fully in, bottoming out before he brought his hands to your face, cupping his cheeks as he kissed you deeply.

It didn't matter how many times you guys fucked each other, it would always take you both by surprise, Seung Hyun groaned quietly panting against your lips as he slowly started thrust his hips, You weren't doing much better to compose yourself, running your nails down his back and chest, trying your best to stifle your moans so your eavesdropping roommates wouldn't hear. "gongjunim, baby, easy" He groaned against your lips, it wasn't that it hurt him, he just didn't want to cum this early, not only would it be embarrassing, but he also wanted to savor the feeling before he had a whole new week of writing and recording. You turned your hands from his back to his hands, which he quickly used the advantage to pin them above your head, interlacing your fingers together as the speed of his hips thrusting increased, you whimpered loudly wrapping your legs around his hips, his hand finding it's way to your clit, rubbing a mixture of circles and figure eights against it, pulling away from your lips, he leaned back, getting a full view of you underneath him.

Feeling conscious of everything on your body settled over you as you noticed Seung Hyun's staring, you bit your lip, looking away from his gaze "Baby..look at me" He whispered, resting his free hand on your stomach as his thrusts slowed, whimpering as his dick basically slammed in and out of you. Slowly you looked over to meet his gaze "You're breathtaking my love, just like the most beautiful waterfalls, the most expelling art piece, just like the beauty of true unfiltered pure art, and it's all mine" He whispered, you wanted to giggle, even as he basically taking away your ability to properly walk for the next day, he still finds a way to be as charming as possible. "I love you Seung Hyun" You giggled, pulling him closer to press your lips against his hungrily, between his fingers on your clit and him inside of you, you were desperate to cum, but his speed was like a constantly tease, bringing you to the edge before ripping it away. "Fucking Please Seung Hyun" You moaned, growing frustrated with his teasing antics you threw your head back "Huh?" He teased, smirking, you rolled your eyes, of course, you had done it once before, as a joke, and of course he wanted you to do it again. "I'm not doing that" You giggled "Please just actually fuck me, baby" You asked, purposely pitching your voice lower with a slight seductive tone, Seung Hyun squeezed your hip tightly, not liking the reaction his body had to your voice. He just persisted, only now his lips were attached to your nipple, swirling his tongue to match the movements of his fingers on your clit, you whined loudly, cheeks growing hot with a blush, of course he had to think one of your cringiest jokes was hot.

"Please fuck me, Top, I swear I know all the words to your songs, you're so fucking hot- God damnit please!" You whined, your tone going from annoyed to just frustrated, he just seemed to find enjoyment in your neediness and frustration. "I guess" He smirked against your skin, pulling his lips off with a pop, replacing them with his hand that wasn't between your legs. "Just remember, whenever your legs hurt later, you wanted it this badly" He teased before moving his hips at a pace you swear you had never felt before, you couldn't stop the moan that was pulled from your lips as you arched your back, his fingers increasing their speed on your clit as well. You ran your hands down his back, feeling it arch under your touch, you whimpered as he groaned against your collarbone, trying to stay mindful of the headboard not smacking against the wall.

As you got closer to your orgasm you felt Seung Hyun move your legs slightly higher on his waist, his hand going right back to your nipples after words "I'm not cumming until you do, Gongjunim" He grunted, you just squeezed his shoulders tightly in reply, knowing if he kept up with the abuse on your clit you'd definitely fall apart soon. Before Seung Hyun could say anything else you pulled his lips to yours, desperate to try and muffle your moans any ways you could, your legs squeezing tightly around his waist as your pussy squeezing his cock even tighter if possible. Seung Hyun moaned himself for the first time with you, tilting his head down as he dropped to his elbow propping him up "That's it baby, use me for anything you need" He whispered leaving a final hickey right above your left nipple, you whimpered loudly as you came around him, Seung Hyun waited a moment to catch his breath before grabbing your hips, groaning, still in love with the fact your hips fit perfectly in his hands. You bit your lip looking up at him, this time as he looked between the two of you, he had a different look in his eyes, he bit his lip as he started his pace again, this time alot more sloppy, he felt like he was about to explode, somehow harder than he had been in months, and the way you felt around him wasn't helping the situation, the closer he got to cumming, the worse it got. Noticing his pace starting to falter, you placed a hand on his chest pushing slightly to roll the both of you, positioning yourself to straddle him, you started to roll your hips against his. His grip on your hips tightened as his head fell back "Fuck, please don't stop, baby" He begged, his tone pitched slightly higher "Why would I stop, my love? You look fucking amazing like this" You asked pressing soft butterfly kisses down his jawline and neck, leaving hickeys as soon as you got to his collarbone, knowing that they needed to be hidden in order for him not to be in trouble.

Seung Hyun never realized how hot it'd be to have you on top, especially while having you try to boost his confidence, but here you were and he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his cock even harder if possible. "Fuck! Fuck! Baby I'm so close" He groaned sitting up to bring your lips to his for a very sloppy kiss, a mixture of tongue and teeth connecting as you copied your previous movement, squealing as he dug his nails into your hips, holding them where they were, his hips lifting up to meet yours as he started to cum, you kissed him deeper as you felt the warm liquid spill into you. After a few minutes, Seung Hyun slowly shifted to lay you onto the bed and pull out of you, much to your dismay, you let him, not without giving him one last short kiss. "I swear..everytime is like the first time" He panted as he hid his face in the curve of your neck, you trailed your nails over the back of his hairline and down his neck, feeling him slowly catch his breath, you couldn't shake the thought you had the entire time Seung Hyun said I love you. "Baby?..are you okay?" His deep voice pulled you from your thoughts "I'm amazing..trust me..but..did you mean what you said?.." You asked nervously, now twisting his messy hair in-between your fingers "That I love you?" He asked, almost like he could read your mind, you just hummed in agreement "Of course I meant it, I wouldn't ever say something to you that I don't mean" He said, leaning away to be able to look you in the eyes "I love you, Y/n, You make me feel like a good..happy person" He smiled softly, pressing a gently kiss to your forehead "I love you too, then" You smiled, before starting to sit up "Shower with me?" You offered, he just smirked standing up offering his hand out to you, taking a moment to admire how truly amazing he looked naked. "Oh Y/nnn.." He called out in a teasing tone "You like?" He smirked turning to face you to pull you up out of bed "I very very much like, sir" You replied, placing your hands on his chest as you walked him backwards into the bathroom.

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You like? No seriously though, I tried my best but everything today kept snapping me out of the zone, so I apologize it's not my usual smutty work

[chilling-seavey]

↳ A/N In some of my casual concepting I do in my spare time, this random blurb idea came out of it and I had to flesh it out to post because it genuinely [and embarrassingly] made me laugh out loud.

↳ Summary: Your curious two-year-old son discovers something he shouldn't.

↳ Pairings: George Russell x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)

↳ Word Count: 2.3k

↳ Warnings: Unedited. Mentions of adult related items in not adult situations, possible secondhand embarrassment, honestly it's just a good ol' lighthearted silly blurb

“You never realize how much useless stuff you have until you’re packing.”

George chuckled at your sentiment as he leaned against the open doorway to your shared bedroom, arms crossed over his chest and his skin tight work-out shirt. He had just returned from his early afternoon gym session — skillfully scheduled right over your two-year-old son’s nap time — and had found you amongst another round of attempting to pack up your Monaco apartment for your impending move. 

With a toddler and balancing George’s chaotic race schedule, it was hard to actually find time to dedicate to packing so you took any chance you could get. It was a slow but sure process; but also meant you were going to be living out of cardboard boxes for a few weeks. How glamorous. 

“As good a time as any to bin anything useless then.” George replied, watching you putter between the dresser and the half-filled cardboard box positioned on the foot of the bed. “Only important things are coming with us.”

Your freshly awake and quite lively two-year-old was blissfully exploring your bedroom, wobbling around your legs and into every corner as he babbled away to himself. His favourite toy car was clutched in one hand (he rarely went anywhere without it) as he peered into open drawers of the dresser and explored the half closed cardboard boxes neatly lined up by the wall. 

“The only important things I need are you two.” you replied to your husband with a proud smile. 

George’s eyebrows raised as a smirk pricked his lips and he pushed off the doorway to saunter farther into the room, “Oh, really? Well, then, we might as well just live in one of these boxes since we need nothing else but each other.”

You smiled back at him as he approached you, his hands navigating to your hips like second nature. Fiddling with the random cluster of wires you had pulled out of your bottom dresser drawer, you kept his tender eye contact as you replied to him softly, “As much as that is so appealing, I feel we may have Children’s Aid called on us.”

Before George could offer any sort of rebuttal, your toddler let out a giddy squeal from across your room followed by an adorable, “Uh oh!”

You both looked over quickly to see what he had gotten into now (foolish of you both to even take your eyes off him for more than three seconds), only to find your two year old beside one of the packed cardboard boxes, bottle of lube in hand. Except the bottle had been opened by his tiny nimble fingers and he was squirting the clear substance all over his hands and arms. That was NOT something either of you wanted your son to get a hold of.

Your eyes widened in sheer shock, “Oh-”

George felt his heart drop into his stomach, instantly moving away from you with a stern call of your son’s name followed by a, “No, no, no.”

He bent down beside the toddler and quickly grabbed him by the wrist to keep him from spreading the lube everywhere, his other hand snatching the now half-empty bottle from him. George looked back at you, shock and embarrassment written all over his face.

Despite the unideal situation, you couldn’t help the amused smile that threatened to spread across your face and you lifted a hand up to your mouth to try and hide the upturn of your lips.

“Yucky!” your son giggled, clapping his hands together to make the wettest slapping sound.

“Jesus.” George muttered with a shake of his head, reaching over the kid to set the slippery bottle on the bedside table for the time being. He had a toddler now smeared in lube to deal with first and, God, he didn’t know where to start. Staring down at the smiley kid, he directed to you (or the universe), “Why does he have to find the most embarrassing stuff to play with?”

You went back to trying to untangle the clump of cords as you offered half teasingly, “Maybe we should look into drawers that lock for our new house.”

“Yeah, maybe you're right. We should start locking up everything before he goes destroying the whole place before we are even moved in,” George said, a hint of resignation in his voice.

The little boy, with one wrist still in George's firm grip, reached out his other hand towards his father’s face, announcing proudly, “Slimy.”

George leaned his head back, out of the toddler’s reach, with a strained, “Oh, no. No, no, no, don't you dare-”

With an amused giggle, the toddler took his hand back and, instead, went to bring his little fingers to his mouth to taste. 

George saw what he was about to do and his eyes widened in horror. The last thing he needed was his son putting lube in his mouth.

“No, hey, stop that!” George exclaimed, quickly grabbing your son’s other wrist with his other hand to prevent him from touching his mouth. “You can't put that in your mouth, mate. It's all kinds of wrong. It's for adults only!”

Threading the cords through your fingers, you offered unhelpfully, “Well, it is safe for consumption, technically.”

George shot you a dirty look, only half truly exasperated, shaking his head in disbelief at your comment. Your attempt to hide your laughter wasn't going unnoticed.

“Oh, yeah, because that's reassuring,” he replied sarcastically, “Safe for consumption or not, our son does not need to be putting that in his mouth. Especially not while it's all over his hands like this!”

“Little one needs a bath, I think.” you said in a gentle voice.

George nodded in agreement, his annoyance quickly replaced by a resigned sigh. He hadn’t even had a moment to wash off from his gym session himself and now he had to deal with a lubed up toddler’s majorly required bathtime. 

“Yeah, you're right. He's made quite a mess of himself, hasn't he?” George said, still holding tight to your son’s tiny wrists to prevent him from getting more lube all over the place.

“Did you want me to bathe him?” you offered, easily noting the slight frustration in his voice.

“No, that’s alright, I can handle him.” George relented and cautiously let go of the little boy’s wrists so he could pick him up under the armpits and set him on his hip. He started to walk around the cardboard boxes towards the ensuite, speaking to your son in a stern but affectionate tone, “Alright, mate, let's get you clean. You're sticky and slimy, and Daddy's not too happy about it.”

He barely stepped foot in the bathroom when the little boy smacked a slimy palm against his father’s cheek with a giggle. 

George's eyes widened in shock and disgust, grabbing his wrist again with his free hand and a firm huff of your son’s name, “Ugh, seriously? That's gross!”

You spoke before you could think, a smirk playing at your lips at the entire situation, “You've had it in worse places.”

At your comment, George shot you a disapproving look over his shoulder, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Of course, you had to bring that up at the most inopportune moment. Trying to keep his voice even as he continued into the bathroom, he replied with a flat, “Now is not the time for that kind of smartass remark, love.” 

Once they were inside the bathroom, George set the two-year-old down on the ground next to the bathtub. He turned on the water, making sure it was the right temperature before testing it with his hand, not bothering to interact with how the little boy smacked his greasy hands on the front of his shorts.

“Okay, buddy, let's get you cleaned up,” George said, still trying to sound stern despite the underlying amusement he felt from the whole situation. He started to take off the boy’s clothes, one piece at a time, while shaking his head in disbelief.

The little one squirmed, protesting with a little whine, “Nooo bath, Dada.”

George let out a sigh as your son protested against the bath, his toddler stubbornness making itself known once again. The joys of the terrible and trying twos.

“Oh, come on, mate, you need a bath. You're all sticky and slimy. You'll feel much better afterward, I promise,” he said, gently but firmly, trying to keep up a patient demeanor while he removed the last of his clothes. He folded them haphazardly and left them on the closed toilet lid beside the tub.

The toddler tried to put his fingers in his mouth again.

Once more, George caught his wrist just in time, “No, no, no, we don't do that. Keep your hands out of your mouth, you little rascal.”

Without wasting another second, George lifted the toddler up and into the bathtub and immediately submerged his hands to try and get the worst of it off. Of course, he would still need a scrub since the lube somehow got everywhere. George then grabbed a washcloth and started to lather it up with some baby-safe soap.

“You know, I never imagined I'd be bathing my two-year-old son in the middle of the day because he decided to play with lubricant,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief with a faint chuckle as he scrubbed the boy down. The irony of it all wasn't lost on him.

Unknowing what he was really talking about or meaning but still liking the soft tone of George’s voice, the little boy giggled along with him. George’s fingers raked through his son’s hair, only to find remnants of slippery lube somehow streaked through the soft strands too. 

“Yeah, it's funny now, isn't it? Just wait until you're a grown-up, and I tell this story at your wedding,” George teased in return to the clueless toddler, gently soaping up and rinsing the boy's hair. “We'll be talking all about the time you decided to turn yourself into a slimy, wriggly little mess by playing with mommy and daddy's private stuff.”

Soon, once the giggly little boy was sufficiently scrubbed and rinsed and clean, George drained the tub and wrapped him in a soft, fluffy towel.

“There we go, all clean and spiffy again.” he said, picking up the toddler and starting to dry him off with gentle pats.

Wrapped in the big fluffy white towel, the little boy looked so cute and tiny in his arms. He stared back at George with only his little face and a small tuft of damp hair poking out from the towel that nearly swallowed him, nothing but big blue eyes taking up most of his face. 

George couldn't help but melt at the sight of his son, all wrapped up in the towel, looking at him with those big, blue eyes that were his very own. It was moments like those that made all the stress and chaos and mess of parenting worthwhile. He cuddled his boy close, running his hand gently over the little one’s back over the thick fabric of the towel to keep him warm and dried.

“You're a little troublemaker, you know that?” George muttered against your son’s head before pressing a kiss to the same spot, “But you're my little troublemaker, and I love you.”

Content and warm and cozy, the little boy flopped his head onto his father’s shoulder.

George smiled and felt a warm, protective feeling fill his chest as the toddler leaned his head against his shoulder. He snuggled him closer with a soft and gentle voice, “Yeah, you're all cuddly now, huh? All that exploring and playing and bathing wore you out?”

When he carried the little one back out into your bedroom, you looked up from your packing, smiling fondly at the sweet sight of them. George, somewhat frazzled but still as handsome as ever with your son on his hip in a towel far too big for him but one that made him look ridiculously adorable. 

You greeted them softly, “There are my boys.” 

George walked over to you, his hands under the little one’s bum to hold him snuggled against his chest, his cheek resting atop his son’s head. 

“Yeah, here we are.” he said in a breathy sing-song voice, only ever used around your little one, “All cleaned up.”

Your son’s big blue eyes sought you out and he wriggled away from George’s chest to reach his tiny arms out from the towel towards you instead with a sweet call of, “Mama.”

“Come here, my little love.” you cooed, reaching for him in return. 

George passed him over to you, the exchange making the towel slip off the little boy’s body for a moment until you gathered it back from your husband’s hands and tucked it back around the toddler. George chuckled faintly at the sight of the little one just as naked as the day he was born and still searching for the comfort of your embrace.

When your son was snuggled up in your arms instead, you asked him sweetly, “What’s the big idea going through mommy and daddy’s things, hm?”

George tutted in agreement and made sure the towel was sufficiently wrapped around his little body to keep him from catching a chill. The toddler just smiled innocently and batted his long lashes at his father and clung onto your shirt. 

George shook his head, amused and charmed, “It's not fair. He's so sweet and adorable that it makes it difficult to stay cross with him.”

“He’s just a curious little explorer.” you said with a smile, peppering a few kisses to your son’s head. “Who can be cross with him for that?”

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[gracie-eilish]

hoppy easter

two fics in one basically day🥳🥳 gracie’s gone wild

summary: you and billie spend easter together with your family

warnings: mention of church/going to church (no mention of religious trauma or forcibly going to church) chill af church

an: this is yet another self indulgent fic 🤓

You woke up slowly, the morning light soft and golden, filtering through the sheer curtains of your childhood bedroom. There was a quiet stillness in the house, the kind that only existed in the earliest hours of a holiday morning—before the chaos, before the laughter, before the squealing cousins and sugar highs. The comforter was bunched around your hips, and Billie was curled into your side, one arm draped over your waist, her face tucked into the crook of your neck.

Her legs tangled with yours, warm and relaxed. Her slow, steady breathing tickled the underside of your jaw, and you felt a little smile tug at your lips. You shifted just slightly, just enough to look down at her. She was still half-asleep, a soft puff of hair stuck to her cheek, and you reached up gently to brush it away.

“Mmm,” she murmured, eyes fluttering open. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you whispered back, your voice still raspy with sleep.

Billie smiled, slow and sweet, pressing a sleepy kiss just beneath your collarbone. “It smells like cinnamon rolls.”

You giggled softly. “My mom probably made some for breakfast. She always does on Easter.”

Billie stretched, arching her back like a cat and letting out a soft groan. “Your bed is so cozy,” she mumbled. “I don’t wanna move.”

“You’re the one who said you wanted to come to church with me,” you teased, nose bumping hers.

Her lips quirked up into a crooked grin. “Of course I did. I’m not missing a single Easter tradition with you. Not even the religious ones. Plus you said your pastor shit talks the government basically the whole time! I need to see this!” You cackled at her (very true, but still funny) statement. (an: very true. never fails to, even on easter sunday lol)

You kissed her then, slow and lazy, before reluctantly slipping out from under the blankets and padding to the bathroom down the hall. Billie followed you a few minutes later, still yawning, her hair a little wild and adorable.

Getting ready together in your small childhood bathroom was cozy chaos. Billie stood behind you at the sink, her arms wrapped around your waist as you brushed your teeth, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“We look cute,” she said through a mouthful of minty foam, grinning at your reflection in the mirror.

You both wore soft spring pastels—her in a pale blue button-up and some comfy jeans that somehow made her look like a Calvin Klein model, and you in a soft yellow dress that your mom had gushed over the second you stepped out of the bedroom and some heels making you slightly taller than Billie. Billie had even convinced you to let her help you with your hair, softly brushing and styling your hair for you while you finished up some makeup.

Church was just as you remembered when you were a kid - sunlight spilling through the stained glass windows, old wooden pews, and a congregation full of familiar faces. You sat near the front with your parents, and Billie stayed close, her arm draped around your shoulders, her thumb brushing soft circles on your upper arm.

She held your hand, her fingers warm and steady in yours. And during the hymns, you shared a hymnal, her voice low and a little shy at first, but soon stronger, blending with yours even when you couldn’t remember for the life of you what the song was supposed to sound like. You stood together as the music filled the room, your hips brushing, your shoulders pressed together.

Your old pastor, a woman you’d known since childhood, caught your eye during the welcome portion of the service and smiled warmly at you both. She was the kind of person who radiated warmth, and you knew she saw right through to the love the two of you shared. Afterward, she gave you both a big hug.

“It’s so good to see you again,” she said. “And you,” she added with a wink to Billie. “Take good care of our girl.”

Billie squeezed your hand and smiled. “I do. Every day.”

Back home, the cinnamon rolls had vanished, but you and Billie were on egg-hiding duty, racing through your backyard with the bright plastic eggs clutched in your hands. You giggled the whole time, hiding eggs in the crook of the swing set, beneath the birdbath, and on the porch steps—low enough for the toddlers to find, but tucked just enough to make it feel like a challenge.

“You think this one’s too hard?” Billie asked, wedging a neon pink egg in a flower pot.

“Maybe for a one-year-old,” you said, laughing. “But your competitive side is showing.”

She grinned wickedly. “Let ‘em work for the jellybeans.”

Just as you dropped the last egg, you heard the sound of car doors slamming and little voices shouting in excitement. Your family had arrived—grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles spilling into the backyard in a wave of spring colors and laughter. Billie was instantly swept up in it, greeted with familiar hugs and warm welcomes.

Your four-year-old cousin, Ella, ran up to her and latched onto her leg like a koala. “You’re the one who sings on the radio!” she declared, wide-eyed.

Billie crouched down to her level with a grin. “I do sing on the radio. But I also hide eggs really, really well. Think you can find ‘em?”

Her eyes lit up, and off they went—Ella sprinting ahead while Billie chased after her, pretending to be out of breath, making exaggerated gasps and faces that made her shriek with laughter.

Meanwhile, you scooped up your baby cousin who had waddled over to you, Lily, who had turned one just a few months ago, and was chewing on a purple stuffed bunny ear. Billie came over after a while, gently brushing the baby’s soft curls and taking her into her arms with a quiet coo.

“She’s so tiny,” she whispered, bouncing her gently.

You melted a little at the sight—Billie holding her so carefully, swaying softly, murmuring sweet nothings that made Lily giggle and press her cheek against Billie’s chest.

“You’re gonna be the favorite,” you teased.

“Already am,” she whispered back, stealing a kiss on your temple when no one was watching.

The rest of the day passed in a soft, sun-dappled blur—egg hunts and sticky fingers, jellybeans hidden in little fists, laughter echoing through the house. Your mom cut the Easter Bunny cake, just like every year, and Billie insisted on giving you the piece with the sugar eyes “because you’re the prettiest bunny here.”

She made time to check in with you constantly, brushing your hand as you passed by in the kitchen, pressing a quick kiss behind your ear while you carried plates to the dining room, whispering “you okay, love?” when you were quiet for a moment too long.

By the time the sun began to dip and the last of your cousins were wrangled into car seats with sticky cheeks and tired eyes, you and Billie finally made your escape. Back in your childhood bathroom once again, you ran a warm bath, filling it with your mom’s lavender bubble soak, and slid in together, limbs tangled and cheeks flushed.

You leaned back against her chest, the water swishing gently around you, Billie’s arms looped around your middle.

“That was a lot of people,” she murmured into your hair, laughing softly.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “But… kind of perfect, right?”

“Completely perfect,” she said, her voice low and tender. “You were incredible today. With your cousins, with your family… I love seeing you like that.”

You turned in the water just enough to face her, resting your forehead against hers.

“Thank you for coming. For being so… you.”

She smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. “I’ll spend every holiday with you, if you’ll have me.”

You let that hang in the air for a second, soft and golden and full of promise. You thought of Christmas mornings and Fourth of July sparklers and sleepy New Year’s kisses. You thought of future Easters, maybe with your own tiny humans hunting for eggs.

“I’ll have you,” you whispered. “For as many holidays as we get.”

And Billie, still smiling, pulled you even closer as the bubbles began to fade and the water slowly cooled, the two of you tucked into each other like the sweetest kind of tradition.

[yup-thats-me]

—hairpins • Jinshi

pairing: Jinshi x female servant! reader

summary: Jinshi is jealous

warning: none

“Please, accept this small token of love, Y/n,” a higher-up military officer smiled at the girl as he presented a handcrafted wooden hairpin.

Not to be rude, Y/n accepted the gift with a smiling face, not knowing the true meaning of the gift. Maybe it is a consolation prize for everyone, she thought to herself.

Walking back to Lady Gyokuyou and her ladies-in-waiting, she smiled at them. Jinshi was also there, chatting with the concubine with his ever-present smile, but his eyes seemed to be searching for someone.

“Greetings, Jinshi-sama,” Y/n called out to him.

When their eyes met, Jinshi was awestruck. Maybe he was too accustomed to seeing the girl in her usual working attire that he had never imagined her to look so breathtaking in the official clothing of a lady-in-waiting for a concubine. If he was frank, she had the beauty befitting a queen. His queen.

“Y/n…”, he whispered, stepping closer to the girl. “You look…gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.” He had said when he placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

A deep crimson flushed across Y/n’s cheek, taking her hand away from the man. “Thank you, Jinshi-sama.” Excited squeals could be heard from the coworkers. Even Lady Gyokuyuo had giggled.

“Oh! I have something to give you, Y/n,” Jinshi declared taking out a beautifully handcrafted silver hairpin.  “I got it customized for you. Do you like it?”

Y/n’s eyes had widened including the people around her. “Jinshi-sama, you are too kind. You should not do such things for a mere servant like me.”

Jinshi gently placed a hand on Y/n’s chin, lifting her to meet his gaze. “Whoever said you are a mere servant, Y/n? you know how much you mean to me,” He whispered taking the pin and gently putting it in her bun.

“Meet me at midnight, darling.”

Even if the last part was whispered too close to Y/n’s ear, the people around the two could guess, if not tell, what was told.

“I should take my leave then, Lady Gyokuyuo,” Jinshi bowed giving a smile to the ladies in the back, and walked away, his robes flowing behind him.

As soon as he left, the ladies all surrounded Y/n asking her all sorts of questions, Some appropriate, some not so. The poor girl could only blush and nod until Lady Gyokuyou dispersed the small crowd.

“You have already broken our promise, Y/n. You are not mine alone,” she smiled patting the girl’s head.

The poor girl could hardly wait till nightfall. All the things that could happen when she’d be alone with the head Eunuch of the Rear Palace filled her heart with excitement and adoration.

The two grew closer when when Y/n was appointed as the new apothecary and taster for Lady Gyokuyuo. At first, Y/n had been wary of Jinshi. Avoiding him around the Jade Pavilion, turning down his flirtatious approaches. But maybe it was all decided up in heaven that the two would fall for each other. None of the two could tell when it happened, and before the knew it, they were head over heels for the other.

The two would be seen together more frequently than Gaoshun would like but it wouldn’t be entirely inncorrect to say that he was indeed happy to his master finally smiling. He had seen many women break the young master’s heart, or even just use him. Jinshi had forgotten how to smile. He did but it was all a façade. But when he fell for Y/n, it was all changed. Jinshi would smile and giggle to himself much like a teenage girl in love, She has made him feel again.

When the time came, a soft knock was heard on the girl’s door. Y/n almost tripped and fell to open the door if it was not for Jinshi who held her in his arms. “Be careful, Y/n. I wouldn’t want my darling to fall.”

Blushing, Y/n stepped back. “Excuse me. Shall we go?” she smiled to which Jinshi held out his hand for her.

The two walked around the empty gardens of the Rear Palace. It was truly beautiful to walk under the moonlit sky with your lover. The two barely talked, not wanting to disrupt the peace, their presence next to the other was worth more than mortal speech could describe.

They decided to sit atop the wall that surrounded the Palace, Y/n sitting before Jinshi, his arms holding her close. “You’re so warm, Y/n,” Jinshi snuggled closer to her making Y/n smile.

“Oh you know, Jinshi-sama. I was given a consolation prize by a nice Officer today,” Y/n spoke, playing with her lover’s hair.

“Consolation prize?”

“Yes. This gentleman gave me a beautifully handcrafted wooden hairpin. It truly is pretty.”

Although it was too subtle, but Jinshi’s hold against Y/N’s waist grew a bit tighter. “Yeah? And does my darling like it better than mine?” His voice was a bit more stern.

Y/n was quick to notice the change and giggled. “Are you jealous, Jinshi-sama?”

Even if he was facing her back, Y/n could tell that Jinshi was blushing. “And what if I am? Do you expect me to be okay with someone else trying to take what belongs to me? I’ve actually grown tired of men always pursuing you, Y/n. You being pretty as you are is a curse and a blessing, really.”

Y/n giggled at Jinshi complaining like a kid. To her, this Jinshi was his trueself. A big child.

“Once they know that I am with Jinshi-sama, they would stop approaching me. I think you should stop worrying about them, .” She smiled, pecking his lips.

Jinshi sighed deeply. “There is nothing more I want than announcing my marriage with you, my love. If only...”

And those unsaid words would come true sooner than they would know. It would only be a month’s wait till Jinshi could call Y/n “My Wife”, and Y/n could call him “My Husband,” in front of everyone.

It was all a game of patience. A game they were bound to win.  

[chrisevansonly]

Little Soccer Baby

charles leclerc x female reader

synopsis: charles is playing in a charity soccer match, and no one is a bigger fan than his son Theo

warnings: none very fluffy!!

a/n: i was honestly influenced by the videos of charles holding that sweet little baby today when he was playing soccer😭😭

Theo squirmed in your arms as you made your way back down the steps towards the soccer field, Charles had been invited to play in another charity match in Monaco, so the three of you went together. Theo was a daddy’s boy through and through, he wanted to be wherever his father was so it was not surprising he barely sat still in your arms the entire game.

“Theo, we’re going to see papa now okay?”

The 7 months old flailed his legs excitedly as you got closer to the railing, Charles spotting you both and waving, eliciting the loudest and happiest squeals from his mini me.

“You played great my love!”

“Thank you chérie, I had my two cheerleaders with me today!”

Theo let out a whine and you cooed

“Oh i know, you want papa, here…”

The Monégasque let out a laugh as you rolled your eyes teasingly, knowing just how much his little boy adored him. His arms extended to take the baby from you, as soon as Theo was in Charles’s arms he smiled leaned onto his shoulder.

“Aww Theo, you’re making maman all jealous”

“I am not jealous!”

“Okay okay…”

Shaking your head at him, you took the time to pull your phone out, taking a few pictures of the father and son, a smile on her face when Charles scattered kisses across his face, giggles and squeals leaving his lips. You were the next to climb over the barrier between the field and the stands, Charles making sure to help you, as soon as your feet hit the turf you kissed his cheek and Theo’s who smiled happily at you.

“My silly boys, what am I going to do with you both?”

These were the times you loved the most, spending time as a family no matter what event you were at, and with the race season soon approaching, you cherished ever second you had as a family, especially when Charles would be away as often as he usually was.

The only thing you did know, is he should probably stick to formula one and not soccer…

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids || You Already Had Kids From A Previous Relationship

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

CHAN:

Chan absolutely adored it whenever the kids were around him, since he'd been around the guys so much he was used to chaos around him all of the time. So on the nights he spent at your place, he found himself able to focus on work even when you did your best to calm your two kids down so that they wouldn't bother him,

"It's fine, baby." Chan laughed as you sat down beside him, already out of breath from chasing your two boys around the living room trying to get them to stop annoying Chan. 

"But-" You tried to protest but Chan shook his head at you. This was nothing compared to what he used to handle at the dorms and besides, Chan adored your two boys and treated them like they were his own.

"Trust me, I can handle it. Besides," He clicked on his laptop a few times before shutting it, reaching behind the sofa and pulling out a Nerf gun.

"I owe these two a war!" He yells before chasing after your two boys making you giggle at them all watching in amusement as your boys scream and hide in different directions. 

MINHO:

 "You don't have to do this," You giggled as Minho dropped beside you on the sofa, his hands reaching for your ankles as he carefully placed them on his lap and his eyes met yours.

"I know, I want to do this," He winks at you as he carefully starts to massage your swollen feet and sends your head back against the sofa and you let out a small whine of happiness. You'd been on your feet for most of the day, which isn't normally a big deal but being pregnant only made it worse for you.

"You're a lifesaver," You whine out, fully relaxing against Minho as he massages your feet. The two of you had met when you were almost two months pregnant and you'd worried at first that he wasn't going to want to stay with you when he found out but he threw himself into the deep end. Attending birthing classes with you and trying to make sure he was there for every doctor's appointment you had. He might not have been the father biologically but it certainly felt as though he was.

CHANGBIN:

"You're not- scared? Annoyed? You don't even...hate me?" Your voice shook as you spoke to Changbin trying to get to the bottom of how he was feeling about all of this. The two of you had been together for a month when you'd discovered you were pregnant with your ex's kid, and you were almost five months along now but you'd only just found out.

"Why? You didn't know." He chuckled softly and placed his fingers on your stomach, softly running his fingers along your skin as you shivered a little. You'd been scared all morning of telling him the news that you hadn't even thought of what his reaction would be if it was a good one.

"You're so understanding it's creepy," You laugh weakly and he pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"Can I come with you to scans and stuff?" He questioned, making your heart race at the thought of him wanting to be openly involved with your pregnancy and you nodded at him

HYUNJIN:

"Hyunjin...I thought-" You were cut off as he held up a bag of groceries for you, you'd been stressing all day about not having enough hours in the day to do what you needed to do and so he took the liberty of doing one of the most daunting tasks on your list.

"I also got-" He smirked as he pulled out another toy for your eldest daughter, the Barbie doll she'd been begging to get for the last few weeks and you gasped more than she did as she took it from his hands.

"Thanks!" She squeals, running off to go and open it while you bounce your 6-week-old on your hip, smiling weakly at him. You must have looked like a state but Hyunjin kissed you anyway, taking the bags through to the kitchen and putting everything away for you.

"Where did they make you again? AI.Boyfriend.Com?" You teased as he smirked at you, winking in your direction as you carefully put down your sleeping baby and made your way over to him.

"I'll make dinner," You tried to speak but Hyunjin kissed you softly and shook his head,

"My turn, mummy gets a night off." He tells you sternly before turning his attention to the kitchen, cleaning everything before starting a meal, letting you have some time off for the first time in weeks.

JISUNG: "Mama, I don't wanna watch it. It's boring." Your 8-year-old son said as Jisung played Howl's Moving Castle on the screen, an audible gasp leaving both you and Jisung as you stared down at your kid. 

"It's a masterpiece." You whined at him before Jisung nodded in agreement, popping some popcorn into his mouth and shaking his head.

"Not only that, it's a great love story." He added but your son was having none of it as he shook his head at you both again,

"It's a girly movie, no one wants to see them kissing," He folded his arms over his chest and you giggled a little, turning to look at Jisung who playfully narrowed his eyes at your son before attacking him with tickles.

"Maybe we should find something you'll both enjoy then." You tease, flicking through the selection while your son runs off from Jisung.

FELIX:

You'd been dying to go on a picnic date with Felix for the last few weeks but your babysitter cancelled at the last second, leaving you completely alone with your toddler and no chance of going to see Felix so you'd cancelled the date.

"Lix?" You giggled as he walked into the apartment, sporting a picnic basket and blanket as he set up on your living room floor, sending you a smile as you watched him.

"You couldn't go to the picnic, so the picnic came to you." He smiles warmly at you as you watch him, your toddler slowly making her way over to the picnic blanket and plopping herself down on it.

"I also made sure to get your favourites," Felix tells her as he bops her nose, holding up the jars that your daughter had been adoring for the last few weeks. That was the thing about Felix, when he'd found out you had a kid he didn't run off like many others would, he took the time to get to know you AND your daughter, making sure you were both important in his life.

SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin wasn't even sure what he was doing there but when you'd called him in a panic telling him you were in labour he rushed to the hospital like a concerned father-to-be and stayed by your side the whole time.

"You'll need to change into scrubs." A nurse said as she threw Seungmin a set of scrubs and he stared down at them.

"As the dad, we'll assume you want to come into the delivery room." She told him and he looked at you for permission, your eyes lingered on him as you nodded letting him know it was okay with you if it was with him.

"I'm a dad," He winks at you, the two of you laughing softly at the thought of it. The father of your child wanted nothing to do with you and Seungmin had been the one that was there every single step of the way. Every appointment, every scan and every birthing class he was always by your side, just in case you ever needed him. 

"Come on then," You giggled as he rushes to get changed into the scrubs to join you in the delivery room whenever it was time.

JEONGIN: 

"Don't tell your mum," Jeongin laughs as he finally finished the fourth book he'd been reading to your son. Jeongin had come round to spend the night with you but after hearing him show up your son decided he wanted a story reading to him, which had turned into four books and almost a fifth but your son could barely keep his eyes open. You watched from the doorway and smiled at the scene in front of you,

"Goodnight," Jeongin whispered to your son, gently tucking him into the sheets when he suddenly stilled.

"Goodnight, Dad." The words were simple to your son and yet had you and Jeongin reeling as he rushed out of the room, softly shutting the door as his cheeks burned bright red.

"He just-"

"He did," You giggle, kissing Jeongin softly as he wraps his arms around you, bringing you into a tight embrace. It wasn't like he was trying to replace his father but he'd been around ever since your son was born and he was happy your son felt comfortable enough around him for the big word.

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