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ba1main · 2 days

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charles leclerc x reader ; ( my love, mine all mine )

type: blurb, fluffy.

the sound of a baby's growing cry could be heard clearly beside you. your husband is fast asleep, and well, you should be too, but the baby beside you seems to be starting to get hungry with her face as if begging you to feed her.

leaving your comfortable bed and your lingering sleepiness, you sat up and turn your body to face your baby who was crying from hungriness.

“shh... darling, mama's here” you coo, whispering to her as you pick her up and rocking her slowly to stop the crying. and she did, the crying did stop for a moment, but it didn't last long as the cry are started to come again when you were walking towards the breastfeeding chair beside the lamp.

with your instincts, you tried to calm her with your soft voice down before finally breastfeeding her.

she was very hungry of course. she greedily sucking the milk as the crying is finally ended at the moment her mouth found your breast. replaced with the sound of her cute voice. and honestly you love that.

charles wasn't awake yet, and you try not to disturb his peaceful sleep. besides, he already said that today was tiring for him, so you will let him sleep soundly tonight.

seeing her sleeping in your arms feels warm and cozy—remembering that you were very happy when you found out that you were finally pregnant after almost a year of waiting, and remembered the happy face that was etched on charles' face when he first held her. it really makes you lost in memories.

“what do you name her, sir?” the nurse said after delivering the baby. her skin was still red that time, just covered in a soft swaddle with a tiny beanie covering her tiny head.

you were still in the room, just finished giving birth and your energy is still low and your eyes are heavy. but seeing what was happening in front of you kept you awake: charles was holding her with a big smile on his face.

“lily.” he whispered, looking at the sleeping baby on his arms. his smile doesn't seems to be fading as he still looking at her as if it was a precious diamond that he found it himself. “lily-rose.”

and now, it's been 3 months since your memories in that hospital has ended. you don't know yet what kind of person your daughter, lily, will become. but you hope, really hope, that lily will be a loving child.

but for now, you will just enjoy your time with her. while lowering your head, you hummed softly “cause my love is mine, all mine. i love mine, mine, mine.” and as if she understood what you were talking about, she finally took his mouth off your breast and fell asleep facing you. like she wanted to hear your lullaby again.

after fixing your clothes after breastfeeding, you continues your little lullaby to her, making her shift in her sleep. trying to get the comfiest position.

“nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love. my all mine, all mine.” you hummed softly.

“i love you with all my deepest heart, lily. we were so grateful to having you. when i found out that i'm finally pregnant with you, the world has finally felt right to me and to your dada. we were so lucky to have you here. i love you so much.”

you kissed her forehead as you slowly standing up to getting her back to her crib. seeing him sleeping is so beautiful, but you also can't lie to yourself that you need to sleep too.

so after making sure that she's comfortable on her crib, you can finally have your time to sleep. no matter if it's short or a long one, you were so grateful to even think of how good this bed feels.

A NOTE FROM BA1MAIN : happy mother's day to every great mother all around the globes! i hope you enjoyed this tiny piece and please, if you found any mistakes in pronouns, grammar or more, excuse my bad english.

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senditothemoonn · 5 months

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Happy birthday to my bestie @mpregfrance ! 💖💖💖

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spacebarbarianweird · 5 months

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I've found a few fics that hc that Astarion purrs when he's happy (Catstarion supremacy lol). Do you think he might if he felt safe enough with Tav?

I am 100% on board with that! I know that bats purr a little bit different from cats but it's not like bats=vampires.

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Purring Astarion

Vampires can purr.

They purr when they are safe, happy, and content.

Like cats.

But have you ever seen a happy vampire?

Never. It's as rare as a vampire who can walk in the sunlight.

They suffer. They starve. They hate themselves.

They are tortured. Beaten. Hunted.

They are never safe enough to do so.

Astarion's life used to be hell. There wasn't a single good thing in his pathetic existence.

But he is free now. Cared. Loved.

He can do whatever he wants.

And he isn't alone. He has a person to hold, to talk to, and to share his feelings with.

Who can sit for hours playing with his curls while he trauma-dumps them about the most horrible events of his life.

Astarion learns about new ways of intimacy - bathing together, holding hands, cuddling.

One day, he wakes up after an especially bad nightmare. He doesn't remember what exactly he saw, but it was so unsettling he scratches his skin with his sharp nails.

When you return and see Astarion like that, you place him above you like a weighted blanket.

Pressing his head against your chest and stroking his back.

Your heartbeat and breathing soothe him, and he stops crying.

You lie like that for what seems like an eternity in silence.

He is happy.

At this moment, he realizes that the last six months have become a counterweight to two hundred years of misery.

Astarion relaxes and feels like falling asleep.

You hear a weird sound, as if there was a big cat beside you.

Purring.

You hug Astarion tighter and realize the purring comes from his chest and throat.

He probably isn't even aware of it.

The sound is nice and pleasant, but the very idea is hilarious, and you burst out laughing.

"What - What is this?" Astarion elbows up, staring at you. "Did I do something wrong?"

There is a weird sensation in his throat, and he shakes his head in disbelief.

"You were purring! Like a cat!"

Astarion is shocked.

It's not like he is fond of the idea that his body reacts so openly to feeling good.

(As if having an erection any time you do something playful wasn't enough to embarrass him).

But all his doubts fade into the background as he realizes how much you like it.

It's like having a big cat in your bed who doesn't try to run away if you squeeze it too hard.

And it's a good indication if Astarion really feels good or just pretends.

Sometimes, you think he feels off, only to hear soft purring from his chest.

Sometimes everything is great, but you don't hear this pleasant vibration.

And you also soon realize that if you make Astarion sit between your thighs, his back pressed against your chest, and start playing with his ears and curls, he immediately starts purring.

Safe, loved, protected. Like a happy cat.

Bonus:

You and Astarion have a dhampir-daughter

You two wonder how many vampiric traits your daughter has inherited.

Will she be able to walk on ceilings? Will she have fast regeneration?

You will find it later, but now you have a newborn girl, who isn't really fond of the idea of being pushed into this unpredictable world.

Once you finish the first breastfeeding session, the girl closes her dark eyes…

And start purring like a tiny kitten.

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holdmytesseract · 3 months

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Ella thinks Narfi coming along means her parents won’t love her anymore but they prove her wrong by loving them both so so so much

Infinite Love

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Ella and Narfi

Summary: Ella struggles with adapting to the situation that she's not the only child anymore, who needs her parents attention.

Warnings: angst, a lot of fluff, Ella being afraid and hurt

Word Count: 2,9k

a/n: I hope you like this fic, my friend! It wasn't easy for me to write this. Hurting Ella hurts me. 🥺 But I hope it's good nevertheless! 🤗

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The first few weeks with a newborn baby were always stressful, tiring and a little bit chaotic - sure; but nevertheless was it a wonderful, exciting experience. After all, you finally get to hold your very own flesh and blood in your hands.

At least this is how it went with Ella - and now that Narfi had arrived, you and also Loki hoped that it would be the same way. Well, the only big difference was, that the little boy was your second child. Ella didn't have an older sibling when she arrived, but suddenly, she was the older sibling - and that was something that ghosted through your mind. It occupied you. And of course, it didn't slip your husband's notice...

Loki tiptoed into the kitchen and placed the two boxes of pizza he just got on the kitchen counter, before he decided to return to the cosiness, which was his sofa.

When he left to get the food, you and Narfi were sound asleep. Therefore, he anticipated that this would still be the case, but when he entered the living room, the god found you sitting on the sofa and breastfeeding his son. All your attention was on the two-and-a-half-weeks-old infant. Your eyes never left Narfi, as you cradled him with both hands and arms safely close to your chest. You didn't even notice Loki.

He smiled; didn't want to interrupt this precious moment at all costs and just decided to watch you for a little while - until he couldn't hold himself back any longer...

Cautiously - not to startle you, he made his way over to you. "I see you both are awake?" He whispered; gaining your attention. Loki's heart skipped a beat at how your eyes lit up when you see him.

"Hey, I- Yes, we- Babe?" You cut off your own sentence, as you watched Loki climb on the sofa beside you and laid down; moving to rest his head on your lap. "What are you doing?" You asked; giggling softly. "What does it look like, my love?" He answered with a smirk, before pressing his cheek against your soft, hoodie clad tummy and wrapped a hand around your hip. The other went to help you steady Narfi's tiny, fragile head; his hand swallowing yours whole.

You giggled again. "Cuddling?"

"Mmph." Was all the god mumbled into the fabric of your hoodie.

"But babe... I can't cuddle now. I need to feed our baby boy. He's hungry." "So?" Loki mumbled against you. "You do the feeding, I do the cuddling." "Teamwork?" You asked; grinning. "As always, my love."

So, you kept on nursing Narfi, while Loki was giving you - and his little prince cuddles.

Once your son was finished, you moved him to rest against your shoulder, in order to burp him. This caused his little legs to dangle dangerously close to Loki's face - who wasn't bothered by that at all. Quite the opposite... He smiled lovingly up at you and his baby, while one of his big hands went to gently touch the boy's tiny foot. Narfi wore a footless romper; therefore met his thumb soft, warm, cerulean skin. Loki chuckled; eyes glued to Narfi's feet. "I still can't believe how utterly tiny his feet and toes are, my love... Even my thumb is bigger. It's so sweet." He lifted his head a few inches to pepper the little boy's feet with kisses.

You giggled; shaking your head at your husband. "For you, yes! You weren't the one who had to squeeze him out of your body! Narfi is huge in comparison to how small Ella was..." Loki smiled; blue eyes gazing up in yours. "I know, my love. And I'm so, so proud of you." He took one of your hand and brushed his lips over your knuckles; leaving a few small kisses.

It was a sweet moment and kind of romantic - until you were finally successful in burping Narfi; causing the both of you to laugh together.

"Babe, I'm afraid you have to get up now. I need to put him down. The little man needs some more sleep." Your husband smiled; gesturing to his upper body. "Lay him down. He can sleep on my chest." You couldn't help but smile as well and carefully lifted Narfi from your shoulder to lay onto his father's chest. The small Frost Giant didn't like the loss of your warmth and his mama at all; face scrunching up in a rather loud, protestant cry - but once he realised that he was laying on his daddy's chest and was now covered with a blanket, he calmed down. "Shhh, little prince..." Loki whispered; pressing his lips on the infant's forehead. "Daddy's got you."

Once Narfi was asleep and Loki's head settled on your lap, a pleasant silence settled over the both of you. The only 'noise' was a soft purr leaving Loki's lips now and then, since you were running your fingers gently through his raven curls and massaged his scalp.

"Babe?" "Mhhh?" You could tell that your husband was absolutely relaxed. A content smile was on his lips; eyes closed as he softly stroked his son's back with his thumb. You giggled; tracing the contours of his chiselled jaw and cheek bones now. "You still with me?" "Mhm, of course." You paused for a second; eyes lingering on his handsome face.

"Can we talk about something? It's... been on my mind for quite a while..." The god opened his eyes again. "Sure, darling. What is it?"

You bit your lip; hesitating for a moment. "Ella."

Loki frowned softly. "Ella?"

You nodded. "I... I'm a bit worried..." "About?" You felt how Loki's 'free' hand searched for yours; fingers slipping through yours. You sighed softly. "I know that Ella wanted a sibling. We all wanted Ella to have a sibling. And I know that she loves Narfi, but... But what if she... Gets jealous someday? Or sad? Because we can't give her more attention. We both know that Narfi's going to take a lot of our attention - which is normal, since he's a tiny baby, but... You know what I'm trying to say..."

Loki swallowed visibly, before he nodded. "I have to admit that I've been already thinking about this, too... Quite a few times actually." "Yeah?" Your husband nodded again; adjusting the baby on his chest. "I just hope this isn't going to happen, love. I hope our worries are unjustified." You twirled a loose raven curl around your finger. "I hope so, too..."

"I am honestly afraid that our princess is going to think one day that we don't love her anymore - or well... Less than Narfi..." Loki said quietly; fear and worry swinging within his voice. You shook your head, "Babe, no. Don't let your mind wander to such dark places. This is never going to happen, okay? We won't let this happen." and cupped his cheeks again; gazing deeply into his eyes. He swallowed; nodding. "Okay."

Unfortunately, life was anything but fair and it came how it had to come... Exactly what you and Loki wanted not to happen and prevent from happening, happened...

It came creeping; sneaking up on you and Loki - over weeks. Months. Loki was the first to notice... How Ella distanced herself more and more. From Narfi. From you. From him. She spent more time alone; mostly withdrawn in her room. The happy, quirky girl she once was, had slowly turned into a very quiet and sad girl. She was a master in hiding it, though. Well... No wonder with the God of Mischief being her father. Ella had learned from the best. And perhaps she was able to trick her mother - but not Loki...

"Is she asleep?" Loki's quiet voice rang through the bedroom. He was seated on the bed; one hand firmly wrapped around the edge of Narfi's little crib, as he was gently rocking the bed; trying to lull his son to sleep.

You nodded; closing the bedroom door behind yourself, "She is." and stepped over to join Loki in the bed. You immediately laid down; taking Loki with you and cuddled up against his chest.

You were so utterly exhausted and tired.

Your husband pulled you closer; gently tucking you in and making sure that the duvet was tightly wrapped around you. "Mhhh," you sighed in content; almost drifting off to sleep. Unlike you, Loki couldn't think of something else than his princess and her behaviour. It was only all too familiar.

"Love?" "Mhhm?" "I..." He swallowed hard; couldn't resist the urge to talk with you about this. He'd have loved to just let you rest and sleep, because he knew you needed it, but... Loki couldn't.

"I think we failed." "Failed wha'?" You asked; nuzzling his left pec.

"Ella."

The name hit you straight into the face - like a punch, and caused you to be wide awake again. You propped yourself up on your elbow; placing the other hand on the middle of your husband's chest.

"What do you mean?"

Loki sighed. "Can you remember the conversation we had quite a few months ago? About Ella getting sad or jealous, because we have to give her little brother more attention?" Your eyes widened at his words in realisation.

"I think she..." Your husband had to take a deep breath. "I think she thinks we don't love her anymore. At least not as much as Narfi." "W-What makes you think that?" He swallowed hard. "She... She pretends everything is alright, but it isn't. I can see through the illusion. She isolates herself, spends more time alone in her room. Her smile is never reaching her eyes. I should know, because..." Loki paused for a moment; trying to hold back the tears. "I did the exact same when I was a child."

You blinked; several thoughts flooding your brain. You didn't know what to say or feel for a moment - until it hit you. Shock. Sadness. Fear. But most of all, disgust. You were utterly disgusted... Disgusted of yourself.

"I'm disgusting..." You muttered to yourself as you were trying to sort your thoughts and feelings.

"Apologies, what did you say, love?"

Tears started to fill your eyes and were soon rolling down your cheeks. "I-I said I'm disgusting." Loki looked at you shocked. Appalled. "What in all the nine realms makes you think of yourself like that?!" "I-I didn't notice, Loki. I didn't notice my own daughter is struggling. How could I not see that?!" You shook your head. "I'm such a bad mother - no, I'm the wor-"

That was the moment Loki had to intervene. He couldn't let you speak so ill of yourself.

"Darling, no." He cut you off, "Please stop right there." and immediately reached for your hands; intertwined them with his. "You are a lot of things, my love... Sometimes stubborn, little bit of clumsy and once in a while overthinking - but you are not a bad mother. No. Not even in the slightest. I want to never hear you say that." "B-But-" "Ah!" The god lifted a finger; rebuked you. "No buts. You are not. You couldn't have seen it, because Ella knows how to keep up the perfect illusion - just like me."

Loki raised one hand to gently wipe your tears away. "I'm going to talk to her, okay?" You just nodded, having a hard time to keep your crying under control to not wake Narfi.

"O-Okay..." Your husband leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead, before he started to move and leave the bed. "And I'm going to talk to her now."

Your eyes followed his movements. "Now?"

"Now."

"But she's asleep?"

Loki quietly opened the door of the bedroom, but looked back at you. "No, I don't think so."

Loki's heart got heavier and heavier, the closer he stepped towards his daughter's room - and it broke entirely, when he already heard soft sobs coming undoubtedly from the other side of the door. That was the moment he realised that he had been right. Probably with everything he talked with you about.

Loki had never wished to be so wrong in his life before than in that moment.

Usually, Loki - and you, always knocked before entering your daughter's room. Sure, she was just a child yet, but you wanted to show her early on, that this was her privacy. Her safe haven. But today, Loki opened the door quietly without knocking. He had to. He knew that if he would've knocked, that Ella would've put up the illusion again - and he didn't want that.

"Ella..." He softly called out her name and switched on her dimmed nightlight; heart aching with the sight of her. The little girl flinched and quickly scrambled to wipe her tears away and get herself together. "D-Daddy?"

Putting up the illusion. But it was already too late. Loki knew.

"W-What are you doing here?" She gave him a half-smile, causing Loki to immediately shake his head. "No, please..." He said; moving to sit on her bed and staring at her reddened face and puffy eyes. It felt for Loki like he got pulled back in time. He saw himself in Ella. The small boy, who wanted nothing more than the same love and attention his brother received from his father.

He swallowed hard.

"Don't, my sweet princess... Please, I know something is wrong. Don't shut me out. Tell me what is bothering you." Ella pulled her legs up against her chest and averted her father's gaze, as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "I-I-I..." She sobbed; then shook her head.

Loki had to fight his own tears.

"Please," he begged softly. "I want to be here for you. I want to help you."

Sure, Loki had a guess what was going on, but he wanted to hear it from Ella.

The little girl wiped her tears away with her shirt sleeve and bravely tried to face her father again.

"I... I am afraid that... That y-you and m-mommy don't love m-me anymore, n-now that Narfi is here." She finally poured out her heart to Loki - and the god knew that it was coming, but nevertheless felt her words like he's been stabbed in the heart. The pain was on the borderline of unbearable.

"I-I know Narfi needs a-a lot of attention, because... Because h-he's a baby, but..." Ella grimaced; trying desperately to suppress fresh tears - unsuccessfully. "I m-miss you s-so much, daddy... A-And mommy, t-too," she cried.

That gave Loki the rest. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He felt like throwing up - all at once. To see his daughter so broken straight up broke his heart.

All his fatherly instincts told him to somehow fix this; make Ella feel better. Comfort her. It was all he could think about - so he did. Without thinking twice or wasting any more second, he climbed on the way too small bed for his height and pulled the little girl into the tightest hug he could give her, without hurting her.

Ella practically melted into his arms; still crying. She clung onto him. Her father was everything she ever needed.

"Oh Ella..." Loki whispered - almost whimpering. "My sweet, precious princess..." He ran his hand through the girl's identical raven curls; breathing in her scent. His tears dropped onto the pillow. "I'm sorry. We are so sorry. Mommy and I never... Never wanted this to happen. We love you, I promise. With all our hearts." He paused; fighting another wave of tears. "I love you, princess. Words are not enough to tell you how much. You are so, so special, sweet girl. I promise you, we are going to spend more time with you again. We miss you, too."

Loki pulled slightly back from the hug; just enough to look into his daughter's red, puffy eyes. "Okay, princess?"

Ella nodded; giving him a soft smile. "I... I'm sorry for being jealous of Narfi. He's my brother and I love him, but... I-I just couldn't help myself." Loki swallowed hard. He knew that feeling. "I know, sweetheart. I know exactly how you feel. See, I felt the same back when I was a child." The girl's eyes widened. "Really?" He nodded. "Yes. Your uncle Thor got way much more attention from your grandfather than I did." "But... Uncle Thor is older!" Loki chuckled gently at Ella's words. "He indeed is, but... Thor was more important than I was."

She shook her head. "That's not fair, daddy. Why?" Loki sighed; the memories of his past flooding his brain. "That, my princess, is a story for another time. When you're older, alright?" "Alright."

Loki smiled. "And now come here. I want to cuddle you aaaaall night." Ella giggled. "But daddy, I have to sleep!" He nodded; switching off her nightlight. "I'm sure we can manage both." The god paused then; hesitating for a moment. "Do you even want me to stay?" Another giggle from Ella. "Yes!" Loki felt how Ella climbed on top of him and laid down on his upper body; head placed on his chest, legs and feet angled beside his legs and arms resting by his side.

Just when she was a baby, Loki thought with a smile. He had placed Ella often on his chest when she was tiny and helped her sleep. Seems like it was still working. The god smiled even brighter.

"Good night, princess." He pressed a kiss on Ella's head. "I love you." She cuddled closer underneath the blanket; closing her eyes. The little girl was so much more calm now. "Night, daddy. Love you, too."

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sunny44 · 6 months

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All these years (Part 10)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend Reader

Warnings: just fluff stuff

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

Previous Chapter

The sun in Maranello shone brightly on that Sunday morning as Charles and I got ready to head out. Charles, Matilda, and I were dressed in Ferrari gear, ready for the race.

Matilda wore her tiny Ferrari jumpsuit, looking around the room with curious eyes as we gathered our things to leave.

Charles laughed, adjusting Matilda's tiny Ferrari cap on her head.

"Ready for your first race, little champion?"

I smiled at the scene and took the opportunity to capture a photo of the two of them, seizing a moment when they were both smiling, their dimples showing.

"She's going to steal the show today, Charles," I said. He smiled.

"Well, she's got the Leclerc charm."

With Matilda securely strapped into her car seat, we headed to the famous Monza racetrack. We could have stayed closer, but Charles needed to attend to some matters at the factory, which was why we were in Maranello.

Arriving at Monza, the vibrant atmosphere of the racetrack was contagious. Matilda was nestled in Charles's arms, and her curious eyes took in everything around her. We took a detour behind the paddock since she was still very young, and we didn't want her to be startled by all the fans' cheering. Surprisingly, she seemed to be embracing it all, laughing as we walked through the paddock with people shouting around.

Fred saw us and smiled, coming over.

"You're the spitting image of your dad, you know," he said to her, and she smiled, reaching out her arms to him. "And you've got your mom's charisma."

"How are you, Fred?"

"Better now with our top fan here," he said, looking at her. "Glad you could make it."

"Yeah, I missed all of this."

"And how's life as a mom been?"

"It's been great, actually. She's hardly any trouble, and it's been much better than I imagined."

"Good to know," he smiled, handing her back to Charles. "See you in the garage in a bit. Take care." We said our goodbyes and continued walking.

"She's definitely your number one fan."

"I'm sure of that too."

In the Ferrari box, Charles, now in his racing suit, held Matilda as he discussed strategy with his team. I captured spontaneous photos of the two amidst the focused energy of the team preparing for the race.

The moment arrived for the race to begin, and Matilda was so tired that she was dozing off in her stroller while I watched the cars line up on the grid on the TVs in the garage. The anticipation in the air was palpable as the engines roared to life, signaling the start of the race.

It was an epic race, with Charles finishing first, followed by Lewis and Max. Mati was already awake, so we went to the fences to watch the podium. The team's staff surrounded us, protecting us from the crowd, and I deeply appreciated them for doing so.

When they called his name, everyone started shouting, and even with the noise-canceling headphones, she saw everything and started screaming and waving her arms joyfully as soon as she saw her dad up there.

Charles was already very happy, but as soon as he saw her, his smile widened even more.

After the trophy presentation and the champagne shower, Matilda and I returned to the garage. Since it was time for her to eat again, I sat on Charles's bed and began breastfeeding her.

"Hi, my love." He came in all wet and smiled upon seeing his almost asleep baby nursing at the same time. "Looks like someone's tired."

"Yeah, she held up really well. She even slept for about half an hour during the race, but it was a restless sleep, so I don't think she rested much."

"You have no idea how happy I am that you two are here, having you both with me, and seeing her cheer excitedly from up there was the highlight of my weekend."

"We're happy to be here too. I missed all of this," I smiled at him and felt that Matilda had fallen asleep, so I laid her down and left him halfway up in case she threw up.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower, do the interviews, and then we can go out for dinner if you want." He gave me a peck and went into the bathroom.

I lay on his bed and adjusted Matilda on my chest, took a picture of her there, and started checking social media to distract myself.

After finishing all the commitments, our day ended with a family dinner at a small restaurant, and then we returned to the hotel to sleep and headed back to Monaco the next day.

Bonus scene!

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“Matilda’s first race.”

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f10werfae · 11 months

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Would Baby Bun ever comfort her husband when he's feeling a bit under the weather? Maybe with some fluff breastfeeding? 🥹 Just comfort, not necessarily smut

Milky business

Lumberjack!Henry x shy!wife!reader

summary: Baby bun comforts her man with a little milk (lactation kink) (lowkey subby henry for once??)

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“H-Hen? What’s wrong? Why do you look so u-upset?” Y/n whined crawling into bed beside her grumpy husband, his head immediately coming down to lay on top her chest, which he had admitted had grown major sizes since she had given birth to their twins, Iris and Beau. “Jus’ feelin’ a bit under the weather sugar butt, nothin for your pretty head to worry about” His fingers were already tweaking with her engorged nipples through her thin vest, watching as wet patches soon covered them, the fabric now sticking to her skin.

“B-but it is for me to worry bout! Y-you’re my husband n’ we’re supposed ta take care of each other” Y/n whined scratching the nape of his neck, little moans and whimpers leaving her lips every time Henry would let his teeth rake over her hardened wet nipples. “You’re so sweet baby bun, ya wanna comfort your man?” He cooed leaning up to kiss her lips sloppily, pulling her tongue out in the process, his smirk widening when she just nodded; already knowing his method of choice.

Within seconds Henry had once again rested his head onto her chest, pulling down her vest just enough to let both of her swollen tits pop out, the milk practically aching to come out since the twins weren’t able to finish her off. This was something they had both experimented with both and undeniably fell in love with as a couple. There was nothing better than finding a new way to be closer and intimate with each other, with Henry finding himself simply nursing on his housewife whenever he pleased or whenever she found her breasts too sore. Some may even say he was jealous of his twins. Seeing his wife adopt the new role of a mother made his heart glimmer with pride, she was HIS wife and the mother of HIS children, she was all his just like he planned from the start.

“They’re so tense baby” Henry whispered placing a soft kiss onto her swollen bud directly, before doing it again, only this time sucking softly to receive some of her sweet warm milk into his waiting mouth. Every so often his mouth was engulf more and more of her breast into his mouth until his mouth was satisfyingly stuffed full of his wife. “That feels so good” Y/n whispered kissing the crown of his head, letting her hands rub down his back gently.

It wasn’t often that Henry let himself be emotionally vulnerable in front of his wife, so the times that he would she would completely savour it. The way he would absolutely cling to her, needing her to be beside him constantly, because she grounded him.

“You taste so good momma” Henry rasped kissing the skin around her nipples, lifting his head, letting her take control of a tongue filled kiss; the taste of the milk filling her mouth as Henry whimpered for more. He whimpered for her, his lover, his wife. “Thank you so much for being my rock, my everythin’, n’ givin’ me our little miracles. Forever my precious girl” He whispered against her lips, both of their glossy eyes looking at each other with so much lust, love and passion.

“Y-you’re so mushy and emotional tonight” Y/n giggled nudging her nose against his, “Can’t you just let me love on my wife and the mother of my children in peace?”

“Need I to do the other one now don’t I? Can’t have the other one feelin’ left out” Leaving another small kiss onto the corner of her lips he leant down to her other breast and let himself get lost in the feeling of her soft skin against his. With the combination of his baby bun’s head and back scratches and her warm milk, it wasn’t surprising when Henry literally fell asleep with her tit in his mouth.

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PSA: I cant wait to finally write full fics again after my exams 😭😭 In the mean time hope you guys enjoy this short story🫶🫶🫶

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thebearer · 8 months

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Lip would be the sweetest partner post-partum. Mama would be so emotional and second guessing abt if he still finds her attractive and he would definitely remind her how much he loves her body especially her boobs even more now bc she’s breastfeeding.

he really would be. like you're both emotional in your own way, a little scared and overwhelmed but... together??? so in a way it's more comforting.

i feel like you'd go through a "my body has changed, i'm so hormonal and i feel so gross" type moment.

"you don't even think i'm hot anymore!" and you're wailing at him.

lip is like???? are you being serious rn? "that's... not true, what?"

"you don't touch me!"

lip just sorta rolls his eyes. "ok, baby, 'm not touchin' you because you're not cleared for sex and i don't wanna start somethin' i can't finish."

and it's true. he's having to excuse himself after you start feeding freddie. you pull your shirt up and he's like flushed. he can't help it. you're like half asleep, trying to feed freddie and lip is adjusting himself from the doorway hoping you don't notice bc he never knows how your hormones will go that day.

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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daemon targaryen x wife reader , scenario where daemon sees his beautiful wife breastfeeding their 9 year old son after he is injured and is curious why whenever he gets hurt he goes straight to his mother's breasts. And after the son goes to sleep he asks to do the same as the son

Daemon probably has the sucking quirk.He never spent time with his mother. He grew up without the love and attention that his mother would give him. He probably drank his wife's breasts a few times under the pretext of helping her while she was pregnant.

"Scenario"

He was hurt because your eldest son was injured. It breaks your heart when you see your children's tears and sad faces. After bandaging your son's wounds, you take him in your arms. Meanwhile, by chance, you don't realize that the Daemon is watching you. You make your son drink from both your breasts. After your son is finally asleep, you head back to your room. You are surprised when the daemon climbs on you with great enthusiasm.

"I want you to breastfeed me as you did our son."

"You big baby. Come on, mommy will feed you."

Daemon is embarrassed by these words.

"Don't be shy baby. It's just the two of us."

Daemon gets into his wife's lap. The reader holds out one of her breasts for the Daemon to absorb. The Daemon begins to suckle voraciously. After finishing one breast, Daemon moves on to the other breast. After Daemon is full, he hugs his wife. The two sleep hugging each other. Daemon will be obsessed with sucking his wife's breasts from now on.

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 1 year

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Daddy’s Girl || D. Targaryen x oc

GIF by @pedropcl DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: just cute moments between Daemon and his daughter with Leyla, Alyssa, from Second choice!!

“A healthy baby girl m’lady, my prince” Leyla let out a relieved sigh, Daemon was astatic with the news. He scooped the babe out of the midwife’s arms as he smiled down at his daughter.

“She has your lips” He grins as he looks up to Leyla who watches the two. She had never seen him so soft for such a tiny little human being. “How are you feeling my love?” He walks to her as he gently places the babe on her chest.

“Mostly tired. And sore, very sore” Leyla chuckled, slightly readjusting her position with the help of the handmaidens. “Well you did a great job darling, and thank you. Thank you for giving me a healthy baby girl” He whispers against her forehead.

“What are we going to name her Daemom?” He paused for a bit, looking at the babe on Leyla’s chest. The two had spent countless nights thinking about a perfect name for their child, whether it be a boy or girl.

“How do you feel about Alyssa?” He smiled, Leyla looked to him with an even bigger smile. “Alyssa. I love it” Leyla knew that this name was special to him, it was the same name his mother had.

“Can I? burp her I mean” Daemon questions, his eyes glued on Alyssa in Leyla’s arms. Leyla had just finished feeding her—which was very much argued about with the maesters and handmaidens but Leyla refused for her own daughter to be fed by another women—and it was time for Alyssa to be burped.

She smiled at her husband who was stood behind her, watching as Alyssa sucked on her mother’s nipple. Quite fascinating, Daemon thought for he has never witnessed a mother breastfeeding her own child.

“Of course!” Leyla happily says as Daemon carefully takes the 3 month old baby girl in his arms. Leyla sat back in her seat as she watched Daemon gently patting Alyssa’s back, slightly rocking her.

“This is fun-“ He was interrupted at the sound of throwing up. Leyla stifled a laugh as Daemon freezes, feeling the vomit slowly spill down his clothed back. “God” He groans at the smell. The handmaiden in the room quickly walked to the Prince but was motioned to stop by Leyla as she took the cloth and wiped it herself.

Alyssa stared at her father with an innocent face, “How could I get mad at you darling?” He sighs, kissing her soft cheek as she breaks into a smile. Both Leyla and Daemon laugh at their daughter’s cuteness.

Daemon pulls Leyla with his other arm that wasn’t holding Alyssa, placing a kiss on her head. She wraps an arm around his torso, the other reaching up to her daughter to which Alyssa holds her mother’s finger in comfort.

Leyla placed her index finger on her lips to signal silence to Alyssa in her arms. It was Daemon’s name day and she wanted to surprise him with something.

She puts Alyssa on her side of the huge bed, she was now able to crawl, nearly able to walk too. Daemon was still in his slumber as she crawled closer to her father.

Leyla sat on the bed, a smile on her face as she watches Alyssa get closer to Daemon’s peaceful face. She started lightly smacking his face, this made Leyla chuckle.

Soon enough, the light smacking started getting a tad more powerful and she started her baby talk. “Daddy’s still asleep baby, keep hitting him” Leyla joked.

And so she did, and straight after, Daemon opens his eyes, a sleepy smile on his lips. “Happy Birthday love” Leyla spoke, kissing his cheek as Alyssa does the same, leaving his cheek wet from her saliva.

Daemon lets out a laugh and lifts Alyssa up in the air making her squeal. “Thank you my darlings” He said in a sing songy voice, giving multiple kisses to his daughter.

After a few more giggles, Daemon sits her back down on the bed in between the two. “I have something to tell you” Leyla started as Daemon looks over to her.

She takes his hand in hers, placing it on her lower abdomen. “Are you..” Daemon quickly understands, Leyla nods with a smile.

She couldn’t believe it either when she found out, she didn’t expect to be pregnant again, especially since she birthed Alyssa nearly 6 months ago.

Daemon grins, pulling her arms towards him and giving her a hug, rubbing her back. The two could hear Alyssa babbling which made them look to her, “You’re going to be a big sister Alyssa!” Leyla exclaimed.

“Send our men. Settle an agreement, and get it over and done with” Daemon orders as the other lord’s look to each other. “But my Prince-“ Maester Mellos was interrupted by the sound of Alyssa whining.

Daemon looks down beside him, Alyssa was on her feet as her hands were reaching up towards him, a sign that she wanted to be carried.

The other lords around the room watch as Daemon lifts her up in his arms, “Pass me the water” He points to the water on the other side of the table.

Given the water, Daemon carefully gave it to her. “Perhaps we should call the handmaidens-“ Lord Beesbury suggested, Daemon was without a doubt distracted by his daughter and the other lords could tell.

“No. They are tending to my lady wife, leave them” He sternly replies before sitting Alyssa on his thigh, lightly bouncing her. “Now, where were we?” He smiled, looking at Alyssa who kept herself busy by playing with Daemon’s rings that adorned his hands.

Soon Alyssa became bored with playing with her father’s rings. Daemon was focused on talking so he let Alyssa down to wonder around the room. Alyssa made her way to the end of the table where Corlys was situated.

“Hello Alyssa” He smiled at the young child, ruffling her silver hair. Corlys then lifted her off the ground and sat her on his lap. She reached forward to where his cup of mead was.

Lord Lyonel noticed and quickly moved it away from her which earned a frown from the young girl. “When you’re older” He winked as she broke into a smile and soon fits of giggles.

Leyla then walked in, she had felt extra sick in the morning and her pregnancy was showing when she wore her dress. Alyssa’s head turned to the door, “Mama!” She excitedly said as Corlys lifts her up for Leyla to take.

“I hope she wasn’t too much of a hassle, my lord” She sheepishly whispered as Corlys shook his head. “Quite the opposite” He insisted as Leyla nodded.

Daemon had seen her walk in and the other voices around him seemed to have drowned out. “I think we’re done here yes?” Daemon interrupted a lord who was speaking. “but there’s still-“ “We’re done. Leave us” He waves him off, finishing his cup as everyone in the room shuffles to leave.

Leyla walked over to Daemon at the head of the table, Alyssa still in her arms but she was falling asleep. “How are you feeling?” Daemon asked as he kisses her forehead.

“The handmaidens think it’s a boy” She chuckled, remembering their words. Daemon laughs at this, “Really?” Leyla hums, passing a nearly asleep Alyssa to him as the two walk back to their bedchambers.

“Good luck laying her down, she’ll start crying” Leyla snorts, pulling the covers on their bed back. “I’ll be fine” He assures. He carefully lays back on the bed, Alyssa still on his chest as he starts patting her back to sleep.

Leyla watches, “Wow. I’m impressed” She chuckles, laying down herself. The three all drifted to sleep, tired of what the day brought them. Daemon briefly opened his eyes, he glanced to his right where Leyla was.

She was snuggled to his side, his arm was around her securely and Alyssa was still sound asleep on his chest. He smiled at the sight, he was content.

pls let me know if you want more of these and leave ideas!!!

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cowgurrrl · 9 months

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Hey June; could I ask for mother’s day in the Miller household? With Joel, Sarah, Ellie, and Sammy doing something nice to surprise you? Just all the kids and Joel being such a wife guy and showering his wife with love, I need it 🤍

Saph!! Thank you for the request 🩷Sorry this took literally forever but here it is!!

Hey Me, Hey Mama

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: Mother’s Day [1.7k]

Warnings: fluff, brief mention of breastfeeding, talks of having another baby, Sam and Daisy being Hell Raisers

You hear the whispering outside your door before you can open your eyes. It sounds a lot like Joel and the girls having a hushed argument while Sam jiggles the door knob underneath their noses, his favorite thing to do since he's started walking. You smile and roll so your back is to the door and pretend to be asleep as quiet footsteps enter the room. Joel's side of the bed dips with his weight, and a gentle hand smoothes the hair out of your face a moment later.

"Hey," he says gently, and you hum. "There's a surprise for you." You blink your eyes open to find Sam in Ellie's arms at the edge of your bed while Sarah carefully slides a tray full of breakfast on your bedside table. Eggs, bacon, a little bit of toast, and a huge Starbucks coffee with little cards tucked under the plate fill the tray, and you smile.

"Happy Mother's Day." The girls say in unison as Sam babbles along, trying his best to keep up with his sisters. You turn to look at Joel and see a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Happy Mother's Day." He echoes. You sit up, giving Sam enough reason to wiggle away from Ellie and into your bed.

"Oh, thank you, guys," you say as Sam collapses into your chest with all his toddler weight, making himself laugh. "D'you guys make this all by yourselves?"

"Dad helped," Sarah answers, and Ellie slaps her arm. "I mean, yes."

"One job," Joel mumbles under his breath next to you, and you laugh.

"Well, thank you to everyone who made this. It looks amazing." You say as you hold Sam with one hand and grab the food tray with the other. Sammy snuggles into your side, occasionally reaching for a piece of egg which you give him until he decides he's actually hungry and all but rips your shirt trying to nurse. Thankfully, neither the girls nor Joel gives you a second glance. After almost a full year of breastfeeding, they're used to it and really don't care when or how you feed Sam so long as he's not screaming. They fall right back into their conversation as they lay in between you and Joel in bed.

For being as old as they are, the girls never miss an opportunity to crawl into bed with you and Joel like they're little kids again. You love it, especially since you didn't get to make those memories when the girls were little and press kisses to their foreheads whenever you feel like it. Joel observes the organized chaos quietly, snapping candid photos of you four every once in a while and relishing in the slow morning with his family.

You finish your breakfast and open the cards from the girls and even one that Sam scribbled in. Ellie gives you a beautiful drawing of one of the pictures she took in the hospital after Sam was born, and Sarah writes a heartfelt message in your card that makes you cry. Sam, ever the cuddly boy, rests his head under your chin once he's done eating and sighs contentedly, making you feel like your heart could burst. Joel catches it and smiles at you over the kid's heads.

At some point, Daisy comes crashing in and gets Sam all riled up and wanting to play. Ellie throws Sam over her shoulder and leaves the room with Daisy trailing closely behind, ready to run around the backyard like her life depends on it, and Sarah grabs the now empty tray to take it back downstairs. "We'll be down in just a second, okay?" Joel calls after them.

"No funny business with our mom!" Ellie yells, making you choke on your laughter, and Joel's jaw drops.

"She's my wife!"

"Yeah, but she's my mom!"

"She's got a point," you chime in, and Joel rolls his eyes.

"Would y'all just go play or somethin'?" Joel says, and you can hear their laughter even after they close the door behind them. He huffs as he turns toward you, but you're still laughing at the whole encounter. He melts at the sight of the smile on your face and leans forward to kiss you. "Hi," he says against your lips.

"Hi," you say back, resting a hand on his chest and cuddling into his warmth. "Thank you for my breakfast."

"'M glad it wasn't a complete disaster."

"The coffee definitely helped."

"Yeah, I figured it would," he breathes. "It's a miracle Ellie didn't burn down the house."

"She's learning." You say, and he nods, but the scarred look on his face tells you everything you need to know. You glance over his shoulder to get a better look at the flowers he brought you and smile when you recognize the petals. It's a bouquet of the kids' birth flowers. Granted, their birth flowers are pretty easy to remember considering how similar they all are. Sarah was born in July, making hers a waterlily, and Ellie and Sam were both born in May, making theirs a lily. There are lots of little filler flowers like Baby's Breath and some pretty ferns, but the lilies really stand out. Thank God you don't have cats. Joel catches you looking at them and chuckles.

"The florist thought I was fuckin' with her when I asked for that many lilies. Had to explain my whole idea to her." He says, and you laugh.

"They're beautiful," you say. "But you really didn't have to do anything."

"I wanted to. You deserve to be celebrated," he says like you just said the most incredulous thing to him. "Plus, this is your first Mother's Day with Sammy. I wanted to make it special." You're about to argue that, technically, Sammy was there last Mother's Day, you were just pregnant, but you stop at the love-stricken look on his face. Who are you to argue when he's staring at you like that? You kiss him again.

"Thank you." You mumble, and he smiles.

"You haven't even gotten your big present yet."

"Joel-"

"Let me spoil you, please. You deserve it, and not just because you pushed Sam's big ass head out but because of how good of a mom you are to the girls." He cuts you off, and you sigh. He's not wrong, but still, motherhood doesn't feel like something to be spoiled over. It feels like something you just do, and hope everyone gets through life with the least amount of trauma. Even if you said this to Joel, he would argue and probably go on a long tangent about how important you are to the kids, and you'd probably cry. Stupid Libra, you think. Always making me emotional.

Before either of you can say anything else, he pulls a little box from his pocket and hands it to you. It's not dissimilar to the box your engagement ring hid in for months, and for a second, you think about joking that you're already married. But when you open it, a stunning cluster of gems gleams back at you. A ruby and two emeralds shining against a gold band to represent your three kids in order of their births. "I thought it'd be nice to have a reminder of them when you go back to work," Joel says, and you smile. How is he so fucking thoughtful? Carefully, you take the ring out of the box to look at it a little closer. The kid's initials are engraved inside the band as a little secret for you, but something near the gemstones catches your eye.

"What's this?" You ask, pointing to the empty spot near Sam's birthstone.

"Oh, I asked the guy to leave a space, just in case."

"In case what?" You know the answer. You just want to hear him say it. He blushes and fiddles with his wedding ring.

"In case we decide to have another baby." He says, and you smile. Sam will be one next week, flying through milestones like it's nothing. Sarah is in grad school, doing amazing things, and Ellie is getting ready to finish up her last few semesters of undergrad. Everyone's growing up too fast, and you've both been caught by the other looking at old pictures of the kids. Still, you haven't formally discussed the idea of having another baby until right now. You look down and turn the ring so the morning sun can hit the stones at different points before meeting Joel's eyes again.

"Another baby, huh?" You ask.

"Would it be the worst thing in the world if there was another Miller walkin' around?"

"We may never sleep again," you say. "But no, I don't think it'd be a bad thing. I think it'd be pretty cool."

"Yeah?" He asks, and you nod, giddy smiles overtaking you two. You probably look crazy, but you can't care about it when your mind is running fast with images of Sam holding a baby, being a big brother, and teaching them things. Joel hovers over you, his chest pressing against yours, and you slide your hand into his hair. "You're serious?" He whispers.

"Yeah. Three was never my favorite number anyways." You shrug like you're talking about apples instead of humans, and he laughs.

"Well, alright," he says. "Let's have another baby." Hearing the words out loud makes you giggle, but the sound is cut short when he kisses you. It's tender and sweet until it's not, his teeth grazing your bottom lip and swiping the pain away with his tongue. Your hand finds its way up Joel's shirt, your fingertips tracing the hard lines of muscle formed over years of playing sold-out shows. He's barely ducked his head to kiss down your neck and chest when a door slams from downstairs, and you hear the girls shouting about something.

"Dad! Sam took off his diaper, and Daisy won't drop it!" Ellie yells, and Joel groans into your skin.

"Just a minute!"

"Now!" Ellie and Sarah scream at the same time. The sound of the faucet running, Sam screeching with laughter, and the girls yelling at Daisy fill the previously peaceful house, and Joel gives you a look.

"It's all you, Dad." You say, and he sighs.

"Why me?"

"Because it's Mother's Day."

"That," he starts but can't come up with an argument. "Is true," he kisses you again before standing up and walking to the door. With a hand on the knob, he turns back around and points at you. "Don't go anywhere."

"Wouldn't dream of it, cowboy."

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 1 year

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What Happens In Texas Stays In Texas: intrusive obsession (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: During their first vacation after Maisie is born, Ronnie forgets the breast pump. Good thing her husband has an oral fixation and a raging curiosity.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 1410

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ONLY MINORS DNI (breastfeeding stuff, lactation kink, jake seresin's oral fixation, vaginal fingering, dry humping, creaming pants, this is just straight filth)

regular au masterlist

A/N: likes are great but comments/reblogs are even better!

Jake came out of the shower to see Ronnie sitting at the edge of the bed, top half completely bare and t-shirt tossed into the corner by their suitcase. She gripped the comforter tight, shoulders heaving as she stared at the wall.

“You okay, darlin’?” he asked as he ran the towel over his hair again.

“No,” she whimpered, voice shaken with tears.

Jake quickly yanked on a pair of briefs before rounding the bed to see what was wrong. There were tears streaming down her face, brow pinched in pain as she continuously glanced down at her chest.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked quietly as he got down on his knees before her.

Ronnie sucked in a deep, shuddering breath before she spoke, “Maisie didn’t finish her boob before she fell asleep.”

His face softened in understanding, his hands racking up and down her thighs in a soothing motion. And now that he was really looking at her, he could see it too. Her breasts were swollen, painfully so — full of milk undrunk, hard and aching. Ronnie whined again as more tears slipped down her cheeks. Their daughter was a good sleeper, wouldn’t need another feed until morning. So she was left full and ready to feed with nowhere to put it.

“Alright, where’d you put the pump?”

“I-I forgot to pack it.”

“Ronnie,” he sighed, head dropping down to her lap.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she cried, leaning back on the heels of her hands. “I am regretting it so much right now — this fucking hurts.”

Jake had been trying to ignore the intrusive thought since the first time he watched Ronnie breastfeed Maisie. When it first popped into his head he found it depraved, maybe even a little sick. She was producing milk to feed their daughter, for crying out loud. It was a miracle, a beautiful thing of nature that astounded him and put him in awe of his wife and all that she was capable of. But once the thoughts started it was hard to make them stop. He thought about it constantly. What it must taste like. How it must feel. His cock twitched to life even as he sat on his knees before his miserable, crying wife. He told himself he was just trying to help her.

“I mean…” He started, coughed to try and hide the arousal in his tone, then tried again. “I mean, I could…?”

She caught his meaning immediately and threw her head back with a groan. “God, please Jake, anything to make this stop.”

“Okay,” he chuckled lightly, even as he readjusted his briefs around his already half-hard member.

Ronnie pulled herself back up to sit up straight as Jake’s hands found purchase on her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed so he could fit himself between her spread thighs. Skirt bunched up around her hips to provide better access. A whimper bubbled in her throat the closer his face got to her breasts, large nipples red and irritated already beginning to leak. On instinct, he licked the drop away before it could make a mess. The noise she made forced his hips to stutter against the mattress and boxspring.

“Jake, please,” she whispered breathlessly, hands combing into his hair to urge him closer to her swollen tit.

He couldn’t hesitate anymore. Not when she was offering so freely, not when she was in so much pain, not when he had been dreaming about this for months. Not when it felt like his lips practically itched to be around her. He didn’t even care if he seemed eager — he latched onto her and sucked deeply. Ronnie’s back arched, her fingers death gripping his hair. Milk burst onto his tongue and he groaned around her nipple. The taste was sweet and everything he ever wanted.

Then she pushed at his face and he stopped immediately. Both of their chests heaved. Jake wiped at the corner of his mouth. Watching disdainfully as her milk continued to dribble down the slope of her breast. For a moment, he feared it was all too much. That he had taken it too far.

“Gentle, please,” Ronnie whispered, hands curving back into his hair. “M’really sensitive. Your daughter is intense when it comes to her boobs.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled. “I’ll be gentle. Unlike some people.”

He threw a look over his shoulder at the other room where Maisie was sound asleep. Ronnie laughed despite the pain that she was still experiencing.

Putting his mouth on her again, he sucked gently as he squeezed the base of her breast — remembering from when he would sit next to her as she pumped. Ronnie sighed in sweet relief, her head falling back at the lessened pressure. But as she experienced relief, Jake was experiencing more and more pressure. His cock was rock hard, jumping at the taste of her milk and the sweet little sighs she released. God, he just couldn’t help it. He needed his own relief, it was becoming unbearable, impossible to ignore — no matter how much he wanted to just focus on helping his wife. But once he started rutting against the side of the mattress he really couldn’t stop.

“Oh,” Ronnie gasped.

She could feel it — of course she could. He was practically humping her leg. Slow, calculated thrusts in time with the way he sucked at her tit. She looked down at him, really looked down at him for the first time, and the way he looked back up at her made something like a fire lick down her spine straight to her core. His pupils were blown wide, consuming any hint of green. His cheeks were flushed a light shade of red that any other time she would have found adorable. His tongue swirled around her nipple as he sucked and her back arched, pushing her chest further into him as she made another one of those pretty little sounds he knew so well.

He pulled his lips off of her with a gasp, chest heaving. “Shit, fuck, please tell me you’re as into this as I am?”

“God, surprisingly,” she said.

Jake was quick to run his hand up the length of her thigh, her gasp small and yearning as he easily reached the apex. Her panties were soaked through. He moaned, hips adjusting uncaringly to rut against the slightly more forgiving flesh of her calf, as he moved the ruined fabric aside and easily slipped two fingers inside.

“Jesus, you’re wet.”

“S-Surprisingly,” she repeated, stuttering the word out around the delicious curl of his fingers.

“That feel good, darlin’?” he asked, pressing his thumb into her clit.

“Fuck,” she hissed, hips grinding against his hand as her fingers fisted the comforter beneath her. “Jake, the other one — please.”

He looked to her other, ignored, leaking breast. Still so swollen and hard. Watched as the milk rolled down her body to get soaked up by the fabric of her skirt. He licked his lips before latching on, forgetting to be careful as he sucked deeply. Ronnie cried out at the sensation, instantly slapping a hand over her mouth to keep any other noises at bay. She was not about to let this get interrupted by a crying, rudely awoken baby. Jake, ever the expert at multitasking, kept up the pace of his fingers in her core — keeping it in time with the swirl of his tongue and draw of his lips on her tit.

He swirled his thumb on her clit and she whimpered soft and broken, her fingers clawing onto the back of his head to keep him right where she wanted him. “Don’t stop, please, don’t. Feels so good.”

Jake groaned around her nipple, pumping his fingers faster in time with the piston of his hips against her leg. Then, suddenly, she crashed into it. Her cunt clamping down on his fingers hard, sucking him back in. With her head thrown back and a breathless moan spilling endlessly from her lips. Jake detatched from her breast as his hips stuttered to a stop, breathless and flushed and more than anything surprised by what just happened.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, pressing his face into her belly. “I just creamed my pants like a fucking teenager.”

“I don’t think a teenager would ever do what we just did, babe,” Ronnie laughed back, smoothing down the wild strands of his hair that she herself had messed.

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aajjks · 2 months

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TC!dad!JK

“i know, i know bub. give mommy a second okay?” you say to jinseoul as you put the 1-month infant in his bassinet before pulling your dress down to unveil your breast for him to eat from. motherhood has definitely taken its toll on you and the weight of it all is showing in your exhausted demeanor. you’ve been more forgetful lately and since you aren’t likable amongst both the governors and consorts, you aren’t treated so nicely.

despite your exhaustion, isuel has been very helpful since she agreed to stay in the palace and help nurse jinseoul. you still are overprotective of little ‘seoul but you don’t feel so overwhelmed when you know your son is in the care of someone entrusted by your husband of all people. speaking of your husband, you find yourself missing him.

you wonder if he knows how bad you are at being the queen of goryeo but because he loves you, he keeps his comments to himself. or maybe he doesn’t know at all.

your thoughts are interrupted when jinseoul finishes feeding from you and after a good few pats, he lets out a loud burp and some yummy acid reflux. because he loves you so much, he throws up on your pretty blue dress and don’t feel guilty about it.

“gross, seoul~” you whine as you take a baby wipe from your dresser and use it to clean the white spit from your dress. like his father, jinseoul is fast asleep in your arms with his mouth ajar, snoring away. quietly, you lay jinseoul in his bassinet and pat him back to sleep when he starts to whine.

nearly ten minutes later, jungkook walks inside the bedroom unannounced but you know it’s him. you stand from the bed and bow to show your respect but jungkook just takes you in his arms and pulls you in for a tight hug.

eventually you do relax in his strong arms and take in his scent: *inhale* God, he smells so good. you could scent him forever but you’ll settle for reciprocating his hug; appreciating the comfort.

“Is ‘Seoul sleeping?”

“mhm”

you both pull away but only enough for jungkook to look at your glowing face, his arms still wrapped securely around you. when he lets out a sigh, you raise one of your eyebrows expressing both your curiosity and concern for his sighing.

“what’s wrong?”

“Yn I got a letter today from the Yamato Empress, and she has invited me to come to Yamato for a supposed promise that I was supposed to fulfill….”

you already know where this going: he wants you to come. it’s not often that you travel beyond the palace walls. ever since you’ve began working as a maid you’ve never left the walls, so being offered to travel to another country sounds like fun until you realize you’ll both be in enemy territory.

“a promise to fulfill? in yamato?? i don’t know” you say but since ‘you’re the queen’ you should come. you’re pretty sure that’s jungkook’s way of bribing you into going with him but you’re uncertain. what promise is he to fulfill anyways?

“trust me, if the empress knows my background she won’t like me at all” you sigh “i don’t think i can go. i’m still breastfeeding, jinseoul so i have to stay. why don’t you just go on your own?”

~🫧

He shakes his head, “yn my sweetheart… you are my queen now. Where I go, you go.” he looks into your eyes, and he uses one of his hands to caress the skin of your cheek. There’s definitely improvement in your physical appearance because you had been so exhausted and depressed. He feels some happiness radiating off of you.

“and if the empress won’t like you I’ll kill her- or announce a war.” He looks imho your eyes and you should definitely know that he’s not kidding.

No one should even think of disrespecting you. You are the Kings lawfully wedded wife and the mother to his only heir to the throne- plus you’re the Queen.

“of course I’m going to take you with me to Yamato. What am I supposed to do without you there?” He asks you lovingly, you just make him so soft. And don’t think that he’s not aware of your struggle in the court.

He’s going to make sure that no one disrespects you ever again. “Baby… we will be taking him along, but maybe he could be under the care of Iseul?” he knows you’re really attached to your one month old and he is too, but is he going to be comfortable throughout a journey so complicated?

That’s going to be your decision and he will do whatever you want about that. “ the invitation was for me and mine so you are mine… you will be accompanying me yn.” He declares and you know better than to try to convince him not to take you because that’s not gonna happen.

Jungkook looks at you before pressing a kiss at the corner of your mouth. “Okay?”

______

It’s been seven days and you both have been traveling by the ship of Goryeo, it has been really comfortable in the ship, because there are chambers made exclusively for the king, but still, it’s not easy.

Of course, Jungkook declined the offer to travel by the Yamato ship to the country, because… he doesn’t have the nicest feelings towards the country.

In 2 to 3 hours you’ll be in a different territory, which is Yamato. So Jungkook is busy looking at you as you prepare yourself to meet the empress.

“oh, sweetheart, don’t worry about her-you are the queen of the strongest empire in the world. She’s going to love you.” of course you’re looking radiant in the blue red dress you have adorned on you, it is a little different, however, because it is tailored in the traditional hanbok style.

Jungkook is wearing black, your outfit Colors definitely represent Goryeo. And he loves his country so much.

“relax We will be there in two hours.” He looks at you, getting up from the bed to help you with your crown.

“Here let me fix your crown.”

#ask: tc!jungkook #let’s let you decide if they take the baby or not to Yamato #also I didn’t want to add the joseon Empire flag colors even though I love to add small details so that’s why I chose to #Add South Korea’s flag colors

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spacebarbarianweird · 4 months

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Temperance

Synopsis: Tiriel has body image issues after giving birth, and Astarion is just too eager on having sex with his beautiful wife once again.

Thanks @tragedybunny for beta-reading!

Tags: smut, vaginal sex, praise kink, post-partum body image

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Astarion puts away the book and looks in the cradle. His baby girl is sound asleep, her pointy ears twitching like the ones of a kitten.

He still can’t believe it’s all real, though, he’s had three months to accept it. A tiny newborn who he still hopes won’t be a dhampir requires all the time he and Tiriel have.

Astarion doesn’t mind. If anything, he enjoys being a father.

He touches Alethaine’s digits. One day, she will grow up and become a beautiful Elven woman. What voice will she have? What face features? Will she look more like him or more like her mother? Or maybe he will see some unfamiliar features in her - Tiriel’s Elven ancestors or his own?

The vampire hears soft steps from the bathroom - Tiriel finished washing herself. Astarion would have loved to join, but someone has had to keep an eye on the baby.

He leaves the nursery and leaves the door half open.

“Our little princess can fall asleep only if I read her Elven fairy tales. She definitely has standards!”

Tiriel doesn’t respond. She is naked, drops of water still on her body.

And the Half-Elven warrior is absolutely stunning.

Her breasts got bigger during pregnancy, and Astarion hopes they will stay like that even when she stops breastfeeding. Freckles dance all over her skin, a gift from her ancestors, the human clans of the Sunset Mountains.

Her stomach is no longer flat, and he feels an unstoppable desire to touch those soft folds of skin. There are stretch marks in the lower part and on her thighs, long white lines resembling lighting.

Astarion feels like his trousers tighten between his legs.

Well, one year of celibacy is a form of torture.

“Tell me the truth. Do I look disgusting?” Tiriel asks. That’s when he realizes she looks miserable. Many years ago, at the beginning of their relationship, she had this same facial expression when people pointed at her mixed ancestry. Both elves and humans.

“What are you talking about?”

“I look in the mirror and don’t recognize myself. While I was pregnant, it was one thing, but now... Fuck. It’s just as if my body is all distorted.”

“Your body is a fucking miracle that gave me my precious treasure of a child. Don’t you dare speak ill of it.”

“Just look at me!”

“I am looking at you.”

Drops of milk drip from her swollen nipples.

The tightness in his pants becomes unbearable.

Gods, if he doesn’t put his cock inside Tiriel, he will cum in his pants

Astarion pushes Tiriel to the bed, and, before she manages to object, he gets rid of his shirt and unlaces the front of his trousers.

He hovers above his wife and presses his lips against hers, kissing her desperately, hungrily. Tiriel grabs his shoulders, pulling him closer to her - she is strong, his fierce wife.

He pulls away a bit and there is a thin strand of saliva connecting them. Astarion recognizes the fire in Tiriel’s eyes - all too familiar. Desire. Pure and honest, the desire of a woman who was never ashamed of her nature.

Astarion goes down to her breasts. He sucks her left nipple, tasting the essence with his tongue. Then, the other. Tiriel moans and grabs his hair which makes him groan.

He keeps tracing his kisses -her stomach feels so warm and so soft, like a pillow. So much better than it used to be.

Astarion gets on his knees and grabs Tiriel’s hips to put her bottom on his lap. Now when her legs are spread he can see the vulva in all its glorious details.

“Did it change?” Tiriel asks.

He touches her clit making Tiriel whimper. Her whole body, busy with growing a child inside, was missing Astarion.

“It did. A bit” he says, studying her womanhood.

“I knew it” Tiriel sounds disappointed.

Astarion sticks his finger inside, feeling the familiar wetness.

“Your pussy is a fucking temple which is fit for both lovemaking and birthing children. Don’t desecrate it with your curses.”

He finally manages to get rid of his trousers and with no further hesitation sticks his cock inside.

“F-fuck” he groans feeling the walls tightening around him.

Tiriel pulls him to her and kisses him. Her legs wrap around his torso pressing his lower part to her.

“Does it feel the same?” she asks, her eyes half-lidded,

“It feels better. Much… better…”

He thrusts harder and harder, making Tiriel whimper helplessly. Her nipples drool with milk and her clean body is sticky with sweat.

Tiriel presses him to herself, piercing his back with her nails. Her breath is as hot as the campfire, and her kisses make him insane.

Astarion wishes to prolong this pleasure but his body doesn’t obey. He cums with a low groan, feeling his release coating his cock.

Tiriel grabs a handful of his hair and makes him kiss her.

Afterwards, he lies beside her, wrapping his hands around her chest.

“You know” she pants. “If you were drunk on blood right now, I would already be pregnant. My cycle has been restored recently.”

“Hm, give me time to go to the woods. I will return and fuck another child into you.”

She laughs. “No, let’s wait another twenty years. Once Alethaine is an adult, you can fuck her brother inside me.”

“A sister. Another girl,” he corrects.

“I thought the second baby must be a boy?”

“Nah, I want to have daughters. Sons are boring.”

“I think most of the men in this world would disagree.”

“Most of the men are morons,” he kisses the crown of her head.

Suddenly Tiriel elbows up and he realizes she sits on him, her breasts swaying in anticipation.

“What are you doing, love?”

“I haven’t had sex for a year, too, and meanwhile you could, at least, pleasure yourself with your hand, I definitely didn’t have the time of my life.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Did you think one round would satisfy me?”

Astarion feels his erection growing again, and he places his hands on Tiriel’s wide hips.

“I hoped it wouldn’t.”

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my-watch-begins · 1 year

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A match for love. Part XII.

Pairings: Harwin Strong x Female!OC

Words: 3.4 k.

Warnings: things get smutty.

A/N: shor-ish chapter today because I want to get back to longer ones next tuestday. Been eager to write the next one. Enjoy :)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10. / Part 11

Ayla carefully placed Kylian in the cradle, the little one was full and fast asleep, he didn't even noticed the warm body of his mother leaving him. Once she made sure he wouldn't wake up, she exited the room and quickly looked for a handmaiden to look after him.

Decidedly she entered her bedroom just as Harwin was looking down at his scrolls and fiddling with the straps of his armor at the same time.

Harwin looked over his shoulder briefly to Ayla, finding a little smile on her. He motioned at his shoulder and she walked to him to help him undo the chest piece of his armor.

"Where's Kylian?" It was the first question he always asked if he saw her alone. If she was with her son, he would often direct his questions towards her day or her well being.

"He's just fallen asleep, he's being watched" Harwin held the chest piece as it fell off his chest, then grabbed it by the collar and pulled up "I reckon we have two hours"

His eyes fell on her face, the mischievous smirk already painted on it. He turned and hung the chest piece in the holder, his hands then moved to the belt that held his armored kilt over his trousers.

"Two hours, what for?"

As soon as his kilt was off his body and also hung in the armor holder. Ayla walked the step that separated and climbed on her tiptoes, tilting her head up for her nose to touch his.

"For you to do whatever you want with me"

Harwin's hands were on the low of her back by the time she finished her sentence. His hands teased the ribbons of her dress. Since she hadn't changed her mind about breastfeeding her son, she wore accessible dresses and only two ribbon pulls was what was needed for the dress to pool at her feet in an instant. An underskirt was all that dressed her.

When Harwin clasped her jaw and pulled her in for a kiss, she knew she was in for a good one. He grabbed her by the waist and turned her around, leading her to the bed.

Ayla's hands tried to work blind behind her on Harwin's strings of his trousers. When they were at the side of the bed Ayla managed to pull the strings and sneak her hand to find Harwin's ready member, begging for her touch.

One of his hands grabbed her by the neck again and pulled her to flush her back to his chest, his other hand snaked from her stomach and clasped at the ribbon in the front of her under skirt, pulling it and letting the skirt fall at her feet. Ayla's fingers wrapped as they could over his length and stroke him up and down, making Harwin let out a strangled moan right next to her ear.

His own fingers got lost between Ayla's folds, finding quickly her most sensitive spot and making her legs give in for a second at the sudden jolt of pleasure she had missed for over four long months.

Harwin's fingers began moving quickly over her bud, Ayla's head fell backwards to meet his chest, her moans reverberated in her throat and Harwin loved the way it felt under the grip he had on her neck. Even though Ayla wanted to keep stroking him, her hands left his member when Harwin's finger's quickened on her, making her hands grip his own between her legs and gripping her neck, holding herself for dear life as Harwin worked his fingers on her. The sounds in between her legs turned wetter, her moans louder and highed in pitch until her legs trembled and she fell forwards, her nails clawing at his forearm until Harwin rode off her orgasm with her fingers.

His hands grabbed her by the waist and guided her on the bed, Ayla crawled on the bed as she could, her breath still labored by her orgasm. Her on her fours and Harwin behind her had been a position they'd favored when she was with child, not knowing how good it could feel now that she was missing the extra weight.

He discarded his pants and knelt behind her, his hands cleared the hair that had fallen on her back to the side, leaving her back exposed and open for his heavy hands to roam freely, something that always drew moans of satisfaction in Ayla's side.

Ayla turned to the side, supporting his weight with one of her hands. Just has Harwin took his tunic off, Ayla's hand met with his lower stomach. The feeling of her nails raking over it and upwards to his chest made his cock twitch with need.

He leaned down and Ayla wrapped her fingers on the back of his head to bring him closer, their lips met in a needy kiss, with teeth scrapping each other's lips. Harwin guided the tip of his cock to Ayla's wet entrance. She gasped at the feeling interrupting the kiss and arched her back, waiting for the moment when she finally felt him filling her up again.

Harwin pushed in slowly, Ayla's eyebrows meet at the middle and Harwin couldn't drown the moan that came from her with his mouth, his own one was slightly agape as he entered her. His hands fisted Ayla's flesh, one at her thigh and the other one at her glute. The way he gripped must've been rough by the way her moan suddenly turned into a whimper. When he released her glute Ayla's lips found his as she shook her head, then moaned over his lips when his hand glided gently over the aching glute. He felt the skin perk up in goosebumps under his hand and pulled back from the kiss.

Kneeling tall behind her and now fully buried in Ayla's waiting walls, he began thrusting in and out, testing the water on how she could be feeling after the birth and how much she could take.

With his hands on her hips he thrusted in and out, his hands tightened on her waist and he began snapping faster. Ayla's arms faltered below her and she climbed down on her elbows. The reach of Harwin deepened and she feel down on the bed, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Harwin pushed harder, his fingers gripped and threatened to bruise her waist. It made Ayla drown her moans over the sheets, then her toes curled and she cried out when she reached her climax, her voice quivered and Harwin's thrust stopped to let her recover.

She felt her legs hurt and Harwin sensed, by her mewl of complaint, the the position had run it's course. He pulled back and moved to lay her on the bed. His body engulfed hers and her legs wrapped around his middle, he found his home again between her walls and began thrusting again, with her eyes closed and limbs barely hanging onto him, Ayla only moaned in pure ecstasy, her eyes closed tightly.

When Harwin moved to grab her leg and pulled it up and over his shoulder, pressing her thigh to her stomach, Ayla came again with a loud cry, then held her breath as Harwin kept pounding into her. The sounds and feelings of her clenching walls hadn't been enough to bring him to his end, but he was certainly getting there.

He straightened again, sitting on his heels and lifting Ayla's hips, thrusting into her fast and hard, forgetting completely that he was supposed to be gentle in his return after the birth. By the way Ayla now grunted a string of yes and her hands held onto his forearms as he pounded she was taking him well.

She didn't seem to have much voice by the time Harwin reached his own climax. His fingers had dug painfully into Ayla's waist and spilled uncontrollably into her, not something he planned on doing when he first realized that she was ready to take him after the birth.

He collapsed carefully on top of Ayla's own trembling body and arched back, his forearms supported him and his fingers ran over her hairline, clearing it out of her wild hair. His lips descended into her breathless ones and kissed her so slowly she couldn't believe he was capable of such tenderness after he'd savagely ravaged her minutes ago.

The friction of his mouth on her lips and then down her neck, combined with his hands on her sides and one sneaking to rub at her bruised ass cheek made Ayla, already too overwhelmed to think straight, burst out in tears.

Harwin definitely wasn't expecting such an outburst and he feared he had hurt her in any way. Ayla tightened her grip on his body to keep him close and she could feel his hot breath on her cheeks and eyes as he kissed her forehead.

"Ayla, what's the matter love?"

"I'd missed it, having you like this" she muttered. Harwin ran his hands over her temples to clean her tears, then moved to slip out of her. "No, stay like this" she pleaded, a sob threatening at her throat.

"I'm going to turn us around, you can sleep on top of me. Is that okay love?" Ayla nodded and Harwin slipped a hand under her, then turned around. Ayla laid between his open legs and her head came to his chest, hands sneaking below him and pressing at his shoulder blades. Harwin's hands rubbed her back easing her.

He had to admit that he'd also missed having her like this. He'd missed his hands gliding up and down her back with no other purpose other than feeling her soft skin against his calloused hands, and he'd certainly missed ravaging her with absolutely no worries that she might out the sudden touch her stomach and say that she was too uncomfortable to continue.

As soon as he could put two thoughts together, Harwin worried that his seed would take. Soon after the birth Ayla had told him that she would definitely be happy bearing more children for him, but he though that her body could use some rest. Not even three moons had passed from Kylian's birth.

Ayla couldn't tell how long it had been since she'd first fallen asleep, but when she woke up again it was because of the cries of her son. Harwin wasn't below him like she remembered, but now swayed the boy around.

Sha called for him and laid in the bed with Kylian next to her to feed, Harwin assured the he would take care of him while she slept, and she fell asleep shortly after that.

The following weeks after Lord Edder's departure, the Princess Rhaenyra announced her second pregnancy.

After that, a feast was held for Prince Jacaerys first name day. Ayla and Harwin, as well as the rest of House Strong joined the festivities. It was the first time Harwin had done so as a nobleman, only after being pointed out by his father that he now had a partner to accompany him.

The first month after Kylian's birth, Ayla didn't leave him at the cares of the maids, the night of the party wasn't an exception and Ayla attended with her boy secured to her chest.

Strangely to Ayla, the Princess did approach to meet Kylian, but only when Harwin held him as he stood far away from her.

If Ayla held any feelings of protection towards Harwin, they only doubled when it was about her son. Harwin, a proud father, let his guard down quite often when he was around the Princess, and he allowed for her to touch Kylian's little head and hold his hand as she looked at him tenderly. He paid absolutely no mind at how people around him saw them, but Ayla did.

The closeness of the Princess to his guard was only giving people more things to talk about, the fact that Kylian and Prince Jacaerys held a likeness to each other only increased the whispers. And now, the Princess cooing over Harwin and his son, that would sit well with her.

Ayla hadn't noticed how tight she was clenching her fists until she forced herself out of her seat and grabbed her gown, the palms of her hand tingled and burnt with the release of pressure by her fingernails.

She made her way surrounding the crowd towards them and as she neared she heard the little wails and cries of Kylian, which Harwin also noticed and made him glance around the room, presumably looking for her.

When they locked eyes, Ayla tried to seem unfazed by how the Princess engaged in conversation with her husband, but her instincts got the better of her and she extended her hands, receiving Kylian and securing the blanket over him.

"Congratulations, Lady Ayla, it's a wonderful boy" the Princess praised. Ayla only gave her a tight lip smile and a glance to her husband.

"Thank you, your Grace" she replied curtly. She turned on her heels after giving Harwin a quick smile, one that she didn't think gave him much peace about her feelings.

Back at the Tower of the Hand, after feeding Kylian and not wanting to go back to the feast, she sat next to his crib and looked down at him, at his little chubby cheeks, his brown hair. She stroked his temple with a sad smile, dreading the moment when the boy would be associated with the young Prince Jacaerys and the accusations of bastardy. She was sure that time wouldn't take long to arrive.

"It was noticeable" Ayla lifted her eyes to Lord Lyonel, the both of them reviewed the scrolls on the desk, as they did almost every evening.

"My anger?" She asked, her hand cupped her son by the base of the straps that held him to her chest "it's beyond my control. If I can't keep my husband away from her, I will certainly keep my son"

"I believe you might want to keep Harwin away from the Princess as well"

Ayla hated to know exactly why Lord Lyonel would use her to break Harwin's hard earned trust with the Princess.

"I don't have any other reasons to do so other than my jealousy" she lamented.

"Maybe it's time to use that" he advised.

Ayla also knew that it was imperative to do so before the birth of the Princess' next child, hoping to shield the family from what everyone feared, another dark haired Targaryen.

Ayla tried with all her might to guard her feelings when she saw them out and about in the keep and in the gardens. The whispers and the way the other Ladies at court looked at her when she entered the room started to do a number on her feelings.

The only thing that sparked her anger was the Princess' return of her visits at the side of the barracks. She had, as much as Ayla knew, stopped visiting the barracks and taken a whole other route towards the dragon pit. Now seeing the Princess with her son and Harwin speaking to each other, she couldn't walk to the tent of the barracks as she intended to to deliver a message from the Hand.

Instead, she'd exhaled furiously and waited at the entrance of the castle, watching people come and go as she swayed side to side, trying to calm herself down with more effort than which she appeased Kylian in her arms, awake but for the moment calm.

Once Harwin crossed the doors and saw her, he immediately noticed that something was wrong.

"You should've gone to the tent, taken a seat as you waited"

"I wouldn't dare to interrupt your time with your Princess" she lifted the scroll to him and he took it in one swift motion, now clearly angry at the comment.

"My Princess?" He asked, walking a step to her and forcing her to look up at him.

"She certainly thinks you're her one and only knight, the only one in the Keep who would talk to her. One would think she would be busy enough with now two children to be fawning over a guard in her detail"

"Ayla" he called, warning her to stop talking.

Ayla sighed in frustration and motioned at the scrolls now crumpled in Harwin's fist.

"That's urgent" she called, then turned around and left him.

Not two hours later Harwin entered the bedroom and was determined to resolve Ayla's issues, whichever they were, that same afternoon.

He had to wait as Ayla gently swaddled Kylian side to side until she finally placed him in the crib, once she was sure that he wouldn't wake up, the both of them walked out of the bedroom. Not further away from the door, Harwin spoke.

"What is the matter with the Princess now, Ayla"

Her blood suddenly boiled.

"This is not a first time occurrence. I've tried to bite my tongue about the Princess' visits -"

"Rhaenyra does not visit me at the barracks"

"Oh certainly, the quickest path to the dragon pit is now through the serpent corridors of the barracks instead of cutting straight through the gardens?"

"I thought your own jealousy reasons with the Princess had been resolved"

"It's not jealousy, it's protection" Harwin showed surprise, not in his immutable facial expression, but by the way his shoulders straightened "the Princess may court around you as she pleases, I will even allow that. What I will not allow is for her to put my son in a position where one could look at the Prince and Kylian and draw a misconstrued conclusion. Specially if you're in the mix."

Ayla sometimes could not believe that Harwin would be so oblivious to foreign eyes. If the Princess didn't fancy Harwin, Ayla would believe she did most things on purpose to further besmirch his name. The way his shoulders relaxed with a sigh and how he looked down in repent made her understand that he truly had no idea his actions would make people arrive to such conclusion.

Ayla felt bad, just for a second, for saying things so harshly. Her fingers fiddled with a ring that Harwin had long gifted her, and next to it a ring he'd given her after Kylian was born.

"It's not you who I'm mad with. It's her" Harwin looked up at her, his head still tilted to the ground "she's the one who's supposed to be watching her back after such things have been the gossip of the whole town, not feed them in the way she does"

He remained silent, truly torn. He knew his wife was right, but he knew the troubles the Princess was facing. Stuck in a marriage with a man who did not fancy her as a wife and be forced to produce an heir with that man.

That night, after things had calmed down between them, sleep was not a thought Harwin was entertaining. Instead, he placed a hand on Ayla's thigh and moved her to wake up in a whisper. She turned around and looked at him. Clearly she hadn't been sleeping either "what am I to do?"

She turned fully on her side and placed a hand under her cheek.

"About the Princess?" She asked, trying to make sure they were in the same page, Harwin only looked at her to make her continue "you are to do as you please"

He instantly shook his head "I don't like that answer"

"And I don't like the thought of depriving the Princess of the only support she has. I shall only ask for you to be careful. Put some thought on how people will see you. If you wish to continue being Princess Rhaenyra's support I understand, but I will certainly keep Kylian away from her, and her children"

Harwin tightened his lips and gave her a short nod. In return Ayla placed her other hand in his cheek and rubbed his cheekbones with her thumb.

"We shall see how things turn out after the birth of her second child" he said, his eyes meeting Ayla's "if things turn worse, we might have to think of something else"

"In due time, we will"

Ayla didn't know, at the time, what he meant by having to think of something else. Sadly she wouldn't need to wait long to find an answer to her questions.

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Second Chance Addition

Second Chances (Part 10): Second Chance Addition

Summary: First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes... - Marcus and Elena POVs

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x OFC!Elena

Rating: 18+ series, 18+ rated chapter

Warnings: Plot involves labor, birth, and breastfeeding (nothing too descriptive, I swear, but we’re playing safe). Fluffy moments.

Word Count: 2,112

Author’s Note: This is done for now, but I could be persuaded to write more for the Moreno family in the future. Hint Hint (My asks are open, though I can’t guarantee I’ll write what you ask for or when I will.)

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It was just after two in the morning when Marcus woke to Elena shifting uncomfortably on her side of the bed, a hand pressed to her belly.

“Are you okay honey?” he inquired, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

She met his eyes and sighed as whatever was bothering her left her suddenly. “I think I’m in labor.”

Marcus sat up in bed at that, concerned. “How long?”

“A few hours maybe,” she replied, sitting up too. He had to help her. “It was painless at first. I thought it was just those fake contractions the doctor talked about, but it’s been getting slowly more and more intense.”

“Have you been timing them?” he asked her, doing his best to sound calm, though he felt a familiar nervousness sweeping through him. This being Elena’s first pregnancy they probably didn’t need to worry about getting to the hospital anytime soon, but he knew tracking the time between her contractions was an important part of the waiting. He remembered hating the waiting part.

“Last was fourteen minutes apart,” Elena informed him with a sigh. “I used the alarm clock to time it. Still likely have a long time to go, like the doctor said it’d be.”

Marcus rubbed her lower back. “Anything I can do?”

“Nothing right now,” she replied.

“You should try to get some more sleep while you can,” he suggested.

She made a face at him. “By the time I fall asleep another one will wake me up.”

“At least try to close your eyes,” he told her. “I get it’s easier said than done, but you’ll need it.”

She nodded but a fear developed in her eyes. “What if my water breaks while we’re in bed?”

He laughed a little and kissed her temple. “We’ll get a new mattress. Don’t worry about it, honey. You getting whatever rest you can get is far more important.”

They both managed to get in short naps throughout the night, but they were up at the crack of dawn as Elena’s contractions started getting intense enough for her to feel the need to pace around. As she did so, Marcus packed whatever they’d need for the hospital into the car and made some calls. To the hospital, to let them know how far along she was, and to his boss, to let her know that he wouldn’t be going into work for the rest of the week or the next. All heroics were allotted at least two weeks to spend with their families when they had a new addition to them. It was far more than most men got in the US and he was grateful.

Once he’d done that and he and Elena had dressed up, he made them breakfast, eggs and toast, not sure if the doctor would let her eat once they got there. Elena was standing, bracing the back of one of the kitchen chairs, when Missy entered the room.

“I smell breakfast,” she declared, before the smile on her face turned into a frown. She’d noticed the pained expression on Elena’s face. “Are you okay?”

Elena gave her a short nod and breathed deeply as the contraction passed. “I’m okay. I’m just having contractions.”

“You’re in labor!” Missy exclaimed, wide eyed. “I thought your due date was only in two weeks?”

“Babies rarely come as scheduled,” Marcus informed her as he flipped the eggs in the skillet before him. He glanced over his shoulder. “In fact, you were a week late.”

“It’s close enough not to matter,” Elena finished, sitting down on the chair she’d been holding and taking a swipe at her sweaty forehead.

“Is it time to go to the hospital?” Missy asked.

Elena shook her head. “Still only eight minutes apart. But we’re getting there.”

“Eat up,” Marcus told Missy, shoving a plate in front of her and Elena. “After this I’m going to call your abuela to stay with you here. She’ll bring you to the hospital when visitors are allowed in the room.”

Missy’s eyes brightened. “So I can skip school today?”

It was March 30, and a Thursday, so her school was still in session.

“If you want,” Marcus decided. “I’m not going to force you to go and I think the teachers would understand if you’d be too distracted for it.”

“Yes!” she nearly shouted. “I don’t think I could bare listening to Miss Landry talk about algebra problems knowing my baby brother or sister could be born any second.”

“I’ll call it in then,” he promised as he sat down in between her and Elena, who’d already started shoving her eggs down. Probably wanted to finish her meal before the next contraction.

After she was done eating and Marcus and Missy were halfway done, she called her parents. They lived on the opposite coast, but they’d promised to jump on the next available flight.

Missy then did the dishes while Marcus made his planned calls. Anita showed up in record time.

“How far apart are they now?” she asked Elena, who’d since taken to the couch and the comfort of Marcus’ arms.

He was stroking her back when Elena answered, “Six minutes apart.”

Anita clicked her tongue. “That’s close enough. You two best be going. Keep me updated.”

They both knew better than to argue. “Will do,” Marcus swore.

She shooed them out of the house and they were on their way.

Five minutes into the drive, ten minutes from the hospital, Elena had another one. She reached out to him at a stop light and squeezed his arm tightly. Her grip was a little too tight, but Marcus didn’t care. He knew what she was going through hurt way more.

“You’re doing great honey,” he reassured her. It wasn’t a lie. She was handling this better than he’d expected, was being more contained than she needed to be. But he could tell by the way she chewed on her lower lip that it wasn’t for the lack of pain. “Breathe through it,” he reminded her.

She nodded and did so until the wave passed. When it did, she splayed a hand out over the expansive mound at her waist and closed her eyes in momentary relief. “I knew it would hurt, but I didn’t think it’d hurt this bad so soon.”

“You can change your birth plan if you want,” Marcus told her. “Get an epidural. It’ll help.”

Elena shook her head, eyes baring iron will. “I refuse to get jabbed in the spine. And I’m strong enough to do this.”

“Didn’t say you weren’t,” he said as the light turned green as he drove forward. “There’s nothing wrong with making it easier on yourself.”

She shook her head again.

He sighed. A part of him wished she’d change her mind, but he also admired her stubbornness. She knew what she wanted and would stick with it until the end. Not many people were like that anymore.

Besides, there were other ways to help her deal with the pain, and he silently promised that he’d do everything in his power to make sure he and the hospital staff were doing everything possible to make it a little more bearable for her. It was the least he could do.

It was another seven hours before you heard your baby’s cry accompanied with a rush of relief, both mentality and physically. Seven hours of intensifying pain that you didn’t know could get worst until that day. Seven hours that blurred in your mind as soon as your baby was laid out on your chest by Marcus himself, who’d been allowed by the doctor to catch them at the last push, as you both had planned.

“We have a son,” he told you with tears in his eyes, and you cried with him, because finally your baby was here and he was as perfect and wonderful as any baby could be. Ten fingers and ten toes, a thick layer of dark head hair, and a set of lungs you knew you’d regret at night, but were grateful for in the moment. He was alive, he was healthy. That was all you’d needed after the last eighteen hours, particularly after the last hour of pushing.

You were riding high on emotions and hormones for a while after as the doctor and nurses checked out your son, cleaned you both up, and had a lactation consultant briefly come into the post delivery room to show you how to properly nurse him.

After you’d fed him you’d passed him over to Marcus, who gleefully took him in his arms for a proper cuddle. You couldn’t remember a time he’d ever looked so joyful, and it warmed your heart, combating the ache that had settled into every part of you. You were tired and sore, yet also content.

“Get some rest,” Marcus murmured, kissing you on the forehead. “I’ll take care of Teo.”

You smiled. Teo. You and Marcus had decided on that name for a boy about a month ago. You were glad you’d figured that out then. That way he didn’t have to go without a name while you rested.

When you became aware of your surroundings again, when you stirred from your nap, Missy and Anita were in the room, fawning over Teo, who was still in Marcus’ arms. You glanced at a clock on the wall, discovering that it had been three hours since you’d closed your eyes.

You’d awoken because Teo had started putting up a fuss.

“He’s probably hungry again,” Marcus guessed.

“Give him to me,” you ordered, and his eyes shot in your direction, surprised. He hadn’t noticed that you’d awakened.

“You’re going to need some food too,” he said as he hesitantly passed Teo back to you. You understood why he struggled with it. If you hadn’t been so exhausted earlier, you’d have wanted to cling onto Teo too. To stare down at his little face and figure out what parts of it belonged to you and what parts belonged to Marcus. You’d do it soon enough.

“I’ll let the nurses know she’s awake,” Anita declared, heading for the door, dragging Missy with her. “Come with. You didn’t eat supper either. Let’s find something in the café.”

“Hope you’re feeling okay,” Missy called back to you.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as she fought against Anita. “I’ll make it. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Missy nodded and obeyed Anita. After they’d left you guided Teo to your right breast and let him drink. You were thankful that he had a healthy appetite. It was one of those things you’d fretted about before he was born. If you’d be able to feed him and if he would suckle well.

Marcus sat down next to you on the full-sized bed and squeezed your shoulder. “You did amazing, honey.”

“I didn’t have much of a choice,” you countered with a laugh. “But I’m so glad he’s here. I don’t regret it.” You were a mom again. You’d given the human being in your arms life. Thinking about it made you a little breathless. Why did something so common feel so astounding?

Marcus smiled at you, having noticed the light in your eyes. “I’m glad.”

“Going to take time to wrap my mind around the fact that he is this big and yet he still managed to come out of me,” you said humorously.

It was his turn to laugh. “He’s seven pounds, four ounces. They said that was average.”

“Didn’t feel that way.”

Marcus smartly suppressed a second laugh, pressing his forehead to yours instead. “I love you so much, Elena. Words are not enough to show you how much you mean to me. You’ve given me more than I could’ve hoped for. When we first met I didn’t dare dream we’d get married, let alone have another child. I couldn’t have dreamed that I’d found the best person to share the rest of my life with. But I had.”

You tilted your head to kiss him on the lips, arms still holding Teo securely against your chest, though he’d stopped nursing. “I love you too, Marcus. And you’ve given me as much back. If I was your second chance, you were my first. And I’m so grateful for that, for the family we share together.”

He grinned and you felt your heart jump. You grinned back. You couldn’t imagine his smile ever getting old.

You knew life would never be perfect, that you and Marcus would have bad days alongside the good ones, but in that moment you also knew that come what may, you’d face it together.

#We Can Be Heroes #Marcus Moreno Fanfic (Mine)#Second Chances Series

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It's Complicated - Chapter 3

Early in the morning Desiree was awake taking care of Mason. She sat down on the edge of the bed breastfeeding him. Hank was still asleep. So she made sure to be quiet and not disturb him. Mason finished his feeding and then he was back asleep for a nap. Desiree cleaned up quietly. When she returned to the room, Hank was awake.

"Morning." He says rubbing his face and yawning. "Baby boy doing good this morning?"

"He is. Just fed him and he's down for another nap." You say.

"How are you doing mama?" Hank asks sitting up in bed.

"I'm alright, I guess." She says. "I still feel bad dropping all of this on you all at once just like this."

"I don't want you to feel bad or guilty about any of it." Hank assures her. "I care about you and I'm glad to know I've got another son. My son has been gone for years and that hole is still in my heart but having Mason slowly fills that void back up again." He explains. "I'm more than happy to take care of you guys and have a family again. If that's what you want."

"I'd love to be a family Hank." Desiree says quietly looking up at him. She reached out to hold his hand. "I've missed you so much Hank. I thought about you alot more that I realized after I left for the summer. I should've called or come to visit."

"I would have loved to see you. I thought about you too." Hank says holding her hand in his.

Hank was the first to make a move. He leaned in and lifted her chin, kissing her softly. Desiree kisses back leaning into him and sighing contently. "I'm glad you're back." He says holding her close. Desiree just melted into the warm embrace. Her heart was at ease now that she knew Hank was alright with the situation.

While Mason napped, Hank and Desiree spent that time catching up on the time they'd missed apart from one another. She shared pictures and videos of Mason. "I want to make this work Hank. I want our boy to have a family. Some foundation behind." She says. "And if you're not opposed to it. Maybe one day we can go see my father and my siblings. Just so we all can be on the same page and come together for Mason."

"I would like that when the time comes." Hank says.

As time passes by, Hank and Desiree started to get into a routine together for Mason. And they worked things out around his work schedule. Desiree was currently doing online schooling for nursing and she'd be working at Chicago Med once she completed her courses and training.

Hank came home early today to see his son, who was rolling around on his playmat on the living room floor. "Hi Mason, daddy's home. Look at you rolling all over the place now." Hank smiles as he takes of his work gear and joins him on the floor. "Come here big boy. Daddy missed you so much today. Look at that cute little smile of yours. That's my boy."

Desiree glanced up from her spot at the table where she had her laptop and text books spread out doing her school work. "Hi honey, how was work?" She asks stopping briefly to give him a hug and kiss.

"Work was work." He says. "We got some bad people off the street so I'll call it a win for today. I couldn't wait to get home to you two." Hank says. "I missed you guys."

"We missed you too Hank." Desiree smiles.

"How's your studying coming along?" Hank asks.

"Pretty good. Learning basic human anatomy now for Human Biology. Maybe you can help me out later with the labeling and familiarizing myself with the male anatomy. I've got a quiz tomorrow morning." She quirks a brow a him.

"Oh yeah, I think I can help you out with that." He smirks. "We'll talk about it after Mason's gone to bed for the night."

"Alright boys let me finish up this chapter I'm on and then I'll get some dinner started for you guys." Desiree smiles looking at Hank and Mason. He had a lot of his father's features.

Later that night Desiree was cleaning up the kitchen from dinner and Hank took Mason upstairs to get him ready for bed. After the kitchen was cleaned up, Desiree poured herself a drink and she poured one for Hank as well. She sat and waited for him, sipping her drink slowly.

"Mhm scotch on the rocks, you must've had a rough day today. Talk to me." Hank says sitting down beside her and taking a sip of his own drink.

"I just got a little overwhelmed thinking about everything. Going to school online and taking care of Mason and I guess I just got into my own head again. Things are changing pretty fast for us." She says.

"Just remember that you have control over some things here too. I don't want you to feel pressured into anything. And you're an amazing mother to our son. That kid adores you like you wouldn't believe. I can see it in his eyes." Hank says. "Sometimes the future can be a little scary when you don't know what it holds. But I can tell you that I'm gonna be in your future with Mason. We'll be together." He says kissing her forehead.

Desiree rests her head on his shoulder and nods in agreement. "I love you Henry."

"I love you too Desiree." He says looking into her eyes.

"Now would be a great time to go study for that male anatomy quiz. Just staying." He laughs. Desiree grabs his hand and they go upstairs to the bedroom.

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