#she just rolls over onto her back so i can cuddle her tummy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Tumblr posted its first advertisements in May 2012 and subsequently earned $13M in revenue.

#she just rolls over onto her back so i can cuddle her tummy

uglyducklingofthe2000s · 6 months

Note

Hiiiiii how have you been? May I please request a oneshot: (if it can be written in 2nd person pov that would be amazing- totally dont if you dont want to) the reader is like a living furnace where she is always warm and Lando is always cold. Maybe lots of fluff and cuddles. Also if you can fit in the reader being a driver and driving as Max’s teammate at redbull?

Warm & Toasty - LN

I'm not really very good at writing in 2nd person pov. I'm so sorry, if that's your preference :( I really write in third or first person, but prefer third person.

"It's so cold here." Lando states as he walks into Max's room, not actually realising he was on live stream since he just came over unannounced. "It's summer, why does English summer suck so much?"

"Is that a real question? And say hi to the stream." Max commands making Lando greet the stream. "where's your personal heater? Doesn't y/n usually let you cuddle her since she's literally the hottest person alive?"

"Don't talk about my girlfriend like that." Lando frowns swatting Max's arm before he grins at his childhood friend. "She's being dropped off later by her dad. They had a family dinner."

"Still getting the cold shoulder?"

"Y/n wanted to move with me. I never realised they'd be so upset about it." Lando shrugs not caring if it's heard on stream since the news already got out when y/n moved over to Monaco to be with Lando.

Not long after Lando arrives, his girlfriend does in fact follow up and Lando practically yells in a cheer of her arrival.

"Baby, I am so cold." Lando pouts while she looks at him, pausing for a moment. She definitely had something else on her mind, something she wanted to talk about with Lando. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good." Y/n nods moving over to stand in front of him allowing him to hug her, tucking his large hands under her sweater. The cold feeling of his hands almost burning in contract to her own boiling skin. But she just deals with it. "Hi, stream. Hi, Max."

"Hi, y/n." Max smiles then sighing. "Your boyfriend is incapable of handling the summer in England now, you know?"

"In his defence, it's the worst summer ever here. What is going on? 2023 is not providing us the heatwaves that we got last year." Y/n hums while feeling Lando's cold nose nudge into her neck.

"I think people prayed for rain." Max hums while Lando speaks up.

"Yeah, people don't like the heat over here. They'd rather freeze." Lando smiles while y/n rolls her eyes at her boyfriend.

"Anyway, we need to go. I'm exhausted and if you're going to steal my body heat I need to be in the comfort of my own bed." Y/n murmurs giving Lando a hint that he really can't miss.

"Alright, yeah." Lando nods drumming his hands on her tummy for a couple seconds before he pulls her closer against himself as he stands up straight for a moment. "We'll come back over for a bit tomorrow to see you mate."

"Yeah, I'll see the two of you tomorrow." Max smiles before they latch onto each other a bit.

The two head back over to the house that Lando does still own over here since he does come back over for the McLaren headquarters.

Before they know it, they’re back at the house and climbing into bed with Lando pulling y/n onto him, lying on top of him while she settles against him.

"You're always so warm." Lando murmurs making her hum and yawn. "How was the meal with your parents?"

"Disgustingly long and awkward. I'm glad you weren't there. They're still being dickheads." Y/n shrugs before she sighs softly and looks up at Lando. "Can you lie on top? I want to play wit your hair."

Lando smiles hugging her and rolling her over quickly before she giggles at him when he nuzzles his face into her chest.

"My personal little heater. Don't know how I'd survive the cold without you."

"I'm sure you'd be warm and toasty some other way." Y/n hums running a hot hand through his thick locks.

"You're so wrong for that. It was a freezing world before you and it would go back to that without you again."

"You soft shite." Y/n giggles as he settle down against her, just completely exhausted. "Sleep time."

"Definitely sleep time." Lando confirms since the heat of her body is completely sending her into a deep sleep.

1K notes · View notes

maverickbabes · 1 year

Text

Why Do I Put Up With You

Aged!up!Neteyam Sully x female!navi!reader!

Neteyam and Reader are 18

Warnings: scaring, surprise grabbing, playful Neteyam. that it's just cuteness.

Summary: While y/n is practicing some things she learned in her tsahik training, Neteyam comes over to spend time with her but she's really busy and doesn't notice him entering the hut.

yawne (n) - beloved

yawntutsyìp - darling/little loved one

Y/n grabs the bottle of oil from the shelf and puts a few droplets into the small bowl of powder. She was going to be making a sample paste that she learned from her tsahik training and it's supposed to help the healing process of a wound. "Okay y/n, you can do this" She tells herself as she begins to mix the oil within the powder.

She puts some of the paste on her arm and shakes her head before grabbing a cloth and wiping it off her arm. She doesn't notice Neteyam standing in the hut, watching her grab yet another bowl to try and make the paste again.

He was going to scare her

A mischievous smirk plays on Neteyam's lips as he slowly makes his way over to y/n. He raises his hands and hovers them over her shoulders, deciding whether or not to grab her shoulders. "AH!" Neteyam shouts as he grabs her shoulders, scaring the life out of her.

"AHH" Y/n screams as she whips around and drops the bowl of powder onto the floor, covering them both in the process. Neteyam starts laughing loudly as y/n looks up at him and pouts. "Neteyam" She whines as she bent down picking up the empty bowl before setting it down on the table.

Still laughing, He cups his mate's face and can't help but kiss her. "You look very cute ma yawntutsyìp" Neteyam coos as she looks up at him, still pouting. He leans down once more to give her a soft kiss then grabs her arms that were crossed over her chest.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up yea?" He says and y/n nods her head before letting him lead her to the water. Once in the water, He looks back and reaches out his hand for y/n to grab. Y/n complies and gets into the water next to him and Neteyam begins to gently wash off the powder.

Y/n giggles as she feels his fingertips graze against her tummy and he looks up with a mischievous smirk. "So you're ticklish ma yawne" He teases and she shakes her head. "No no don't even-" She starts to say but instead, she lets out a fit of giggles as Neteyam tickles her.

"You're not ticklish huh?" He taunts while tickling her even more, happiness evident on his face as his tails swishes back and forth excitedly. Y/n splashes water at him and attempts to escape but he grabs her by the waist and pulls her back to him. "Don't try to escape" He says laughing as he held her in his arms for a split second before continuing his tickle attack on her.

She squeals giggling as she wiggles around in his arms, managing to escape and she splashes him a few times. He dunks under water and swims towards her, pulling her under as she lets out a surprised scream. Y/n swims up to the surface and moves her hair out of her face before looking back and seeing Neteyam surface seconds later.

"I don't know why I put up with you" She says with a roll of her eyes and he wraps his arms around her then kisses her forehead. After having some fun in the water, they went back home and made some dinner then got situated for the night, cuddling in their hammock.

Neteyam smiles as he brushes some of her hair out of her face, looping it behind her ear and cups her face as his thumb strokes her cheek. "You're so beautiful yawntutsyìp" He whispers as he places his forehead on hers.

"I love you ma teyam" She blurts out and he blushes before looking down at her. "I love you ma yawntutsyìp" He says back and pulls her against his chest, holding her against him as close as possible. Y/n hides her face in his neck in embarrassment while he plays with her hair.

"Why are you hiding hmm?" He asks and she shakes her head while letting out a small whine. "I'm embarrassed" She mumbles and he smiles before grabbing her face so she could look at him. "Don't be embarrassed ma yawne, I love it when you're like this" He reassures her and she nods her head before nuzzling her face against his neck.

He pulls her against him and purrs softly at his mate and she smiles before letting out a small purr in return.

#avatar neteyam #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam imagine #neteyam suli x reader #neteyam sully fic #neteyam sully avatar #neteyam sully x y/n #neteyam smut #avatar way of water #avatar #avatar fluff #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam suli

1K notes · View notes

ddejavvu · 1 year

Note

Hi! Can you do Bradley cuddling his girl when she's on her period and she uses his hand as a heated massager for her cramps?

"Y'know," Bradley drawls, voice gruff as he speaks into the back of your neck, "We wouldn't have to do this every month if I just got you pregnant."

Your eyes narrow and instantly he understands that he's done something wrong, bracing for impact while rubbing his hand over your stomach soothingly, a futile attempt to calm you down.

"Have to?" You ask, turning your head and straining your neck to peer judgmentally at him, "We wouldn't have to do this every month?"

"Uh, get to." He corrects himself, but it's too late.

"By all means, Rooster," You huff, prying his hand off of your belly and tossing it away, "Free yourself from these womanly shackles. Go be a man, a big strong hunter, and I'll gather my hot water bottle and replace you with it."

"That's not what I meant," He tries not to laugh, reaching again for your tummy, "I'm sorry, honey, I misspoke. I love being your heating pad."

"Nope," You bat his hand away, rolling over onto your stomach no matter how much it aches so that he can't get to it again, "Be gone, leave me to wallow in my blood-stained anguish."

"You get poetic when you're pissed," Bradley leans over you on his elbow, and you catch his gaze when you peek your face out from the pillow.

"Make it stop," You groan, rolling over onto your back. He's sitting now, pressing his hands into your belly and alleviating some of the stinging there.

"I told you," He hums, pinky brushing beneath the hem of your shirt, "If I knocked you up you wouldn't be in pain anymore."

"Yeah but then I'd have a- a little goon inside of me," You scrunch your nose, and Bradley lets out a bark of laughter.

"A goon?" He clarifies, and at your vigorous nod he repeats, "A goon! Don't call my kid a goon!"

"Your kid," You grumble, turning over with a huff, "They'd be growing in my body."

"Mmm, a guy can dream." He groans, leaning forwards to bury his face in your stomach. You want to squirm, you want to push him away and continue your play fight, but he's actually quite warm, and you don't necessarily mind the kisses he's pressing to the skin of your belly.

You discover that he purrs like a cat when you rake your nails through his hair. In turn, the humming streams through your skin in warm waves, and you're de-cramped in minutes.

"That's better," You sigh, relieved as he peeks up at you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well then," He sits up straight, sneaking a hand below your shirt and keeping his fingers just barely below your chest, "Wanna start work on that goon?"

2K notes · View notes

baitsharklton · 8 months

Text

Finn Mertens x F! Reader; Line Without A Hook

In honor of the new Fiona and Cake show dropping! This is probably really dumb and lame but, I can only try.

—

Y/n giggled profusely, her insides feeling set ablaze since Finn had grabbed her hand and took off into the treehouse the second he opened the door, pulling her body flush to his.

He lifted her, arms held to her gum sides as he started to spin her relishing in the sound of her laughter.

“Y/N!” He screamed, a smile on his face so wide, his face was sure to hurt. He couldn’t help it, after all, he hadn’t seen his friend in a week.

Y/n replied with a scream of his name, her giggling increasing, though deep down, she knew how this was going to go. It was always the same after all.

He’d call her over when no one else was there, they’d watch movies, cuddle, she’d play with his hair, sometimes if he was feeling ever so bold, he’d offer to rub her back and relieve the sore muscles.

It wasn’t hard to figure out why he was so keen to get close to her, she was Y/n Bubblegum, the sister of her crush’s crush.

Yet while Finn swears that he doesn’t simply want to be around her because it could make him closer to P.B, or that he cares about Y/n and isn’t simply relying on her for emotional comfort the blonde boy would sometimes grab her hand, or cuddle her when they’re alone, close his eyes and just for a moment, a simple second, imagine it was P.B, but that was all, according to him at least.

That’s not who he is, he’s Finn Mertens, he’s a hero.

Sure, sometimes there would be a pang of guilt in his chest, or a fire would flicker in his stomach when she gave him a sweet smile.

However, Y/n was his friend, and as cool as she is, she’s just not P.B.

Y/n quickly peaked around for Jake, assuring herself of what side of Finn she was seeing, before she continued her mild ministering of affection.

“So, Jake is at Lady’s?” She mused with a raised brow “Only asking for me with an empty tree, Mertens ? Do you need a cuddle sesh ?”

Finn rolled his eyes with, a now sarcastic, smile. “I was just away in a dungeon crawl for a week, am I not allowed a cuddle sesh ?”

Another laugh slipped through her lips and the gum-girl fell back on the couch and pat her tummy, signaling for him to follow suit.

Finn fell onto her and cuddled against her, and she began to slowly caress his back to soothe him.

“Why am I never allowed to be affectionate with you when people are around?” Y/n hummed slowly, she wasn’t sure why she asked, she wasn’t even sure why she allowed herself to give in and show him this kind of affection.

She knew how he felt about her sister, was even there when he met and broke up with Flame Princess. Y/n remembered how she felt when they were younger and Bonnie herself had turned young.

Watching Finn fall further in love with her sister, and pull himself away from her. The way it felt to watch him fawn over Bonnie. The ripping burning pain in her chest as she sobbed, as it felt like her body could barely contain it.

The way she smiled and excused herself from playing her favorite video game on BMO in the treehouse, and barely made it halfway down the ladder before sobs began to try and escape.

She remembered taking off down the hill with bare feet, falling to her knees and finally letting it all out.

Jake had comforted her that day. He wrapped her in a squoze, and mumbled to her how wonderful she was, and that if Finn can’t see that he’s banana bonkers.

She remembered how hard it was to get over him, how she found solace in Braco, a suitor for her sister who took his father’s place in line when he passed.

Bonnie had called her into her lab and told her the situation, she asked Y/n to help him find joy in other things.

Y/n remembered the way they ran through the kindgdom, trying different food spots, how he made some small jokes when he was comfortable and made her laugh.

They ran throughout the kingdom even during the night, when she took him away to her favorite cliff, how they laid in the grass and watched the stars.

How he looked at her.

“Y/n,” he had mumbled “you’re very different from the princess.”

She had furrowed her brows in confusion “Is that bad? I’m sorry if I disappointed you.” She whispered, feeling ashamed momentarily, yet for the millionth time, less than her sister.

Branco’s face lit up in realization and he sat up on his elbow, looking at her in amazement “Are you serious? No! Y/n you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met, your sister would have never even given me a chance, yet you came and showed me the kingdoms wonders, you never even gave up on me when I was being mega lame.”

Branco sat up, then helped Y/n sit up, taking her hands gingerly. “Y/n Bubblegum, you are absolutely wonderful, and if anyone can’t see that they are banana bonkers.”

Y/n couldn’t help it, she found this man absolute wonderful. Without a second thought, she had leaned forward and kissed him.

Later on, about two weeks later, he had left her.

For a clone of her sister.

It was Finn who had comforted her, who had told her she was wonderful. That was how they wound up in their current situation. He would allow her to be as affectionate as she wanted with him, only if they were alone.

Finn looked up at her, pulling off his hat and lightly scratching his scalp. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, Finn,” The way he was looking at her, it felt scrutinizing, it made her feel self conscious. She hated it.

She used her arms to slide herself back, she hugged her legs to herself, she tucked her face to her legs. “Ugh, I just,”

“What?” Finn was starting to feel confused, he just wanted a cuddle sesh.

“Finn do you know what it’s like for me when you leave ? When you were crying over PB? When you sang a song for her?” Y/n stood up now, hands raking through her hair, she couldn’t contain it anymore.

“Y/n?” He mumbled, he wasn’t sure where this was going, but his face felt flushed.

“Did you know I got melted for you? You were crying over Bonnie and fawning over your new love interest and I got melted because I wanted to protect you! Then I get over you and you just pull me back, then when you’re in love again you just forget me!” Y/n began to cry slightly “Then you leave and I’m alone again, hoping you’ll just notice me.”

Finn frowned “I didn’t know you felt this way, I’m sorry Y/n, you’re wonderful and all it’s just, I don’t know.” He ran his fingers through his hair again and furrowed his brows trying to think of the way to describe it. “You and Bonnie are just, I don’t know, different.”

Y/n froze, staring at him, her eyes locking on Finn for a moment. “What?”

Finn’s eyes went wide “But that’s not bad, it’s good, I don’t mean,”

“No, no. I get it. She’s smart, she’s pretty, she’s in control. I’m not, I’m just the little sister, right ?” Y/n smiled, wiping her eyes. Why cry? What was she expecting? A love confession? She’s not smart, but she’s smart enough to know better.

Finn stood up to stop her as she walked towards the ladder “No, Y/n that’s not what I meant, you’re not, not those things it’s just, I don’t know you’re just not enough of those things I guess?”

“Finn just, please, leave me alone. I get it, you never liked me, you just liked my affection, right?” Y/n mused, climbing down and brushing past him and taking off toward the door, stopping for a moment.

She felt like a burden, like someone who had told herself that he has to like her, right ? He was showing her this attention, but maybe she was overthinking it. She was just delusional. She was nothing like her sister, or like Phoebe, she wasn’t pretty, she wasn’t badass, sure she swung a mean hammer, but she was nothing at all compared to the two women.

But she also didn’t want to let go of Jake and BMO yet, as much as she wanted to push Finn away.

“I’ll see you around Mertens.”

That night Finn had a dream with the Cosmic Owl. He was with Y/n on a ship, they were laughing and talking at first.

Then he felt her hand on his face, gently tracing it, and she leaned in to kiss him.

He panicked and spouted out some nonsense he could barely understand, something along the lines of “You’re not Bubblegum, you’re nothing at all like her.”

His words turned into ropes, wrapping around Y/n, restraining her, finally he said “You’re just not enough.”

Then, with that, she fell into the ocean, drowning in the icy blue water.

Finn was stuck

I’m place, watching her form sink lower until it was out of sight, he tried to break free, to scream for her, but it was useless, and no words would come out.

The Cosmic Owl Perched on the side of the boat, staring at him.

Finn looked at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for help, any help, something so that he could pull Y/n from her fate, even if it wasn’t real.

But the Owl simply hummed a “Was it worth it ?” Before he flew away, leaving Finn stuck.

He hadn’t seen Y/n for weeks, but BMO and Jake visited her regularly, and would frequently talk about their hangouts.

It was killing him, to hear a joke she told and wish he could hear her laughing at her own joke, he wished he could be there to see the amazing trick with her hammer Jake would awe over, to watch the little dance she does when she beats a difficult level on BMO.

He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat, he couldn’t think, and his chest hurt painfully as he thought of the words he couldn’t take back, the words he didn’t mean.

Finn had been away from her before, and it never had hurt him so much.

“It’s because you always knew she was going to be waiting for you man. You gotta face it Finn, you bit this one pretty big. I mean, she was crazy about you bro.” Jake had hummed as he cooked, glancing back at Finn for a moment.

“If I were her, you’d have been six feet under.” BMO had hummed, crossing his arms at Finn with a firm, disappointed look.

“I know, I know, I donked it, I totally donked it. It’s just, ever since I said it, she’s all I think about, it’s like,” he pulled his face up from the table and leaned his head on his hand in thought “it’s like we’re magnets, and I can feel her pull, but we’re just enough out of reach to connect.”

Jake made a small sound of understanding “Sounds like you like her cause you don’t have her anymore.”

Finn groaned in disagreement “No, no. I just, I think I was taking her for granted, I mean, she was my best friend, and I mean, she’s beautiful, and she’s really math, and she’s sweet and,” he sighed again, letting his head fall back to the table “and I think I really like her and donked it.”

Jake snorted softly “Finn, I love you brother but you gotta sort this junk out before you talk to her, otherwise none of us will ever see her again.”

Finn made a sound of distaste “Jake, the more I think about it, the more I think I may like her, and I don’t think she wants that from me anymore.”

BMO pat his head empathetically, making a small sound “If you like her, you should go do a big confession, and give her a kiss. That is what happens in the movies.”

Jake rolled his eyes, placing the pancakes on the table “BMO, we don’t know if he likes her.”

“Well, how do you feel about Lady ?” Finn asked as he pulled a plate to him, cutting a bite with his fork.

Jake hummed, pouring himself syrup “Well, she makes my heart fast, she makes me smile, I like spending time with her. There’s all kinds of things I feel about Lady, and trust me I can go on forever about it.”

“Well, Y/n makes me feel different?” Finn mumbled “She always smells good, and sometimes when I’m just sitting with her doing nothing it feels like the best place in the world, and it’s like she always knows when I need something or I want something, even before I do, or something for her will just pop in my brain, like we’re telepathically linked.” Finn tapped his forehead,

“Oh! It’s like when I’m with her, it doesn’t matter what we’re doing cause it’s always fun, even if I hate it with someone else.” He rambled on, about to open his mouth to continue, trying to sort out his feelings, not realizing the red in his cheeks or the smile on his face.

Jake looked to BMO with a knowing smile, while BMO grew annoyed.

“Oh my Glob, Finn, please just go tell her you like her so I don’t have to listen to anymore of your sulking.” BMO bit sassily.

Finn smiled widely “ I like her.” He laughed as he stood, looking at his brother and robot child in disbelief and glee, feeling like he finally cracked some ancient code. “Oh my Glob! I like Y/n!” He laughed and cheered as he ran out of the treehouse.

BMO rolled his eyes “He better not donk it up again.”

Jake made a sound in agreement.

Finn ran into the Candy Kingdom as fast as he could, yelling for Y/n the entire time.

Y/n had been in the ballroom, practicing a dance with her instructor, clad in an elegant gown so that she could get a feel for the way the dress would move with the steps.

When Finn saw her, he couldn’t pull his eyes away, she was truly a princess, every step she made was full of grace, elegance and poise. She was a royal lady, and what was he ? A boy, a hero boy, but still just a boy. One who made her feel less than everything he truly was.

He swore to himself in that moment, on his honor, on his life, on Jake’s life, that he would always, always appreciate her and remember who she truly is.

The most beautiful and awesome girl he’s ever met in his life.

He took one cautious step, the sound causing Y/n to freeze and look up, shock covering her features for a moment, then she regained composure and cleared her throat.

The unclad banana guard assisting her, stopped, glancing between her and Finn with worried eyes, then dipped his head down, whispering in her ear “My lady, is anything wrong? Do you want me to ask him to leave?”

Y/n smiled softly, gently taking his hand and patting it “No thank you, Jason, you’ve been exceedingly helpful and generous, you may take a break and leave us for a few moments, I will yell if I need your immediate assistance.”

As he stepped away, Finn immediately stepped closer, but Y/n kept a stern look “Do you need something?”

She couldn’t help the ache in her heart, begging her to immediately start crying and run away, but she still cared for him deeply, and couldn’t bring herself to turn him away if he needed help.

“Just to tell you how absolutely, monumentally stupid I am for ever telling you that you weren’t enough of anything.” Finn hummed, staring at her as if she’d disappear if he looked away.

“Well, I’m glad you feel that way.” Y/n couldn’t help the smile and giggle that passed through her lips.

Finn smiled, relishing in her wonderful giggle, excited in her presence. “Y/n I like you. I really, really like you.” He admitted.

Y/n tilted her head “Do you now?”

Finn nodded “Yeah and I get it, I really really messed everything up with you, and you have all the right in the world not to believe me, but I mean it, and I will regret those stupid words every day of my life even if you forgive me.”

Y/n let out a small hum, Finn taking her hands “I just want one more chance, and if I donk this one up you can put me in the dungeon if you want.”

The gum-girl couldn’t fight back her giggles as she shifted her hands to rest around his neck “Alright,alright, hero, you can kiss your princess now, if you’d like to that is?” Y/n smiled, tilting her head to look at him curiously.

Finn smiled, his face turning red as he leaned down, pressing a gentle, long kiss to her lips, noting that while his by far weren’t the softest, in fact rather chapped and dry, hers were soft and lightly glossed.

What he noticed the most, however, was how fast his heart was beating, how when he pulled her closer he could feel her heart going as fast of his.

Other than that, simply that it was the most perfect kiss, and when she pulled away to bump her nose against his affectionately, that he would have no problem keeping his personal promise, because he is going to marry her, the most perfect girl in Ooo.

#finn x reader #finn mertens #finn mertens x reader #adventure time x reader #adventure time #jake the dog

305 notes · View notes

bonny-kookoo · 10 months

Note

the 'I like you' couple is soo cute 💖💗💓❤️ but now we need to know! 🥺 does jungkook find a nickname for her? does he really think about it? does he try out a few before deciding which one he likes? or does she does or likes something random or particular and he gets the nickname from teasing her? or he just has a light bulb moment on a random moment? lol, I love them, can't get enough!!

A/N: Masterlist

"Baaaaaby-kookoo-love-of-my-life-" you whine, and he squints his eyes as he walks into his bedroom where you're laying on your back. "My tummy hurts." You complain, and he sits down on the edge of his bed next to you to take of his socks.

"...okay?" He wonders, and you kick him with your foot a little.

"Make it better." You demand, and he chuckles.

"How?" He wonders, and you scoff.

"The fuck do I know!" You huff. "Like, I don't know, talk to it? Maybe it'll get intimidated if you're all angry with it." You offer as a solution, and to your surprise, he turns around and points an accusing finger at your lower stomach.

"You better stop fucking hurting right now because I want to go sleep and God knows my spoiled princess won't shut up until you're quiet.!" He threatens at your body, before he turns around and closes the opened window before turning off the lights as he crawls into bed next to you.

It's quiet for a moment, until you speak.

"I'm both mildly turned on and offended right now." You say, and he snorts a laugh, hand patting over the blankets to find yours to hold in the dark. "Spoiled princess? Really?" You scoff.

"You are one." He defends himself.

"I mean, a princess? Hell fucking yes, and you better start carrying me around as one from now on, prince charming!" You laugh, and he rolls his eyes in the dark.

"You're spoiled enough." He says, closing his eyes.

"So?" You ask, before a slap is heard.

And its quiet.

For a good moment.

"Did you just slap my ass?!" You yell out, sitting up, and he laughs whole heartedly.

"Was it? I couldn't tell." He laughs.

"Oh so you just blindly aimed to smack me and ACCIDENTALLY hit my ass? Fucking lying piece of shit, you knew exactly what you-"

"Do I need to spank you again, or are you gonna be a good girl and sleep?" He asks. "You've got work at 6 am, and I need to be up at 5:30." He reminds you, and you suddenly fall back into the pillows, scooting closer, closer, until you're full on clinging onto him.

"...jungkookie..?" You ask quietly, awfully shy. He hums a reply. "Can you say it again?" You ask.

"You have work tomorrow-"

"Nooo, that part before that? Like, I did what you said so I'm aaaaaa~?" You draw out the last syllable, wiggling your toes as you wait, and he suddenly chuckles.

"Good Girl." He says, and you squeal to yourself, cuddling up to him.

It's the first time he's ever really comfortable saying things like that- and maybe it's the way you've gotten closer by now, not only emotionally. Yesterday he'd been so lost in kissing you that he didn't even notice you getting so riled up on his lap- and it left him both excited and terrified.

And these days, he's been trying out some petnames for you here and there to see what would stick.

Babe or baby are cute when you say it, but they feel way too boring to him. They're too basic, nothing special, and it just doesn't feel right.

Until you're out at a shopping center, randomly spending a day at the mall together when you spot something in a kid's store window. "Oh- did you know I always wanted to be a princess for Halloween?" You say, spooning up some icecream from your cup. "But my dad never bought me the costume, and we never went trick-or-treat-ing." You pout, making Jungkook smile as he tucks in a strand of hair that had escaped your messy bun on your head.

"Well, you're a princess to me now, no need for a costume." He shrugs. "And I even buy you candy, so you don't have to knock on stranger's doors either." He jokes, and you look up at him at that, pulling him down by the neckline of his shirt to peck his lips. "Huh?" He wonders, and you just smile.

"You're just so dreamy." You sigh dramatically. "Your flirting is getting a bit out of hand though. Makes me feel all fluffy and horny." You boldly admit, making him laugh as he shakes his head, taking your empty cup from you to throw it away in a bin nearby. "Ah, such a prince charming!" You giggle, and he takes your hand In his at that, kissing the back of it for a second.

Successfully making you blush for the first time since he's met you.

And he's starting to really enjoy making you flustered.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook imagine #bts jeon jungkook x reader #bts jeon jungkook imagine

400 notes · View notes

sweet-lover-girl · 1 year

Note

ass as a pillow for abby's head 💯

I can totally see it

Abby coming into your shared room after a long day of patrolling, seeing you laying the bed on your tummy reading the book she recommended to you. You are wearing short shorts that show off just a little bit of ass cheek and her shirt.

She would just stare at your ass, not even hearing you say ‘hi baby’ she was just zeroed in on your ass and how fucking comfy it looked. Your butt was plump and round, and the arch in your back just made it look bigger.

She dropped her bag and took her boots off and walked over to the bed. You went to get up and hug her but she stopped you,”Stay laying down.”You looked at her confused but laid back down on your tummy, looking at her over your shoulder.

She climbed onto the bed and patted your ass—like she was fluffing a pillow, before she laid her head on your bum, nuzzling her face against the plush fat.

You let out a laugh,”What are you doing?”

“I’m resting.”

You sigh and roll your eyes playfully, still looking at her you shake your ass gently side to side making her head move with it. Now it was her turn to sigh and she sat up and patted your ass again before laying back down, you could see that goofy grin forming on her face—though she tried to hide it by curling her hands by her face.

You shake your ass again,”Why does my pillow keep moving?” Abby asked aloud making you giggle.

“Because—your pillow wants to cuddle but your down there.” You say with a playful whine making Abby open her eyes just so she can roll them at you, making you gasp.

“I’m letting you use my ass as a pillow and you have the audacity to roll your eyes? Fine I don’t wanna cuddle anyways.” You say with a huff and turn your nose up before crossing you arms in front of you and burying your head in them.

You heard her chuckle and get up, you felt her place a gentle kiss on the back of your head making you smile, before she went and laid back down.

“Read to me?” She asked quietly.

“If I do, are you gonna fall asleep?”

“Fuck—maybe.”

You huff out a laugh and open you book. You knew she was tired and if she wanted you to read to her—then you will.

As you read, you felt the weight on your ass get a little more heavier, telling you that Abby is finally relaxed and is probably asleep if the soft breaths are anything to go by. You carefully turn your head over your shoulder, not wanting to jostle your girlfriend around and see she is indeed asleep.

Her position changed as she is now laying on her stomach with her head turned towards you and her arms wrapped around your bum like a pillow. One arm across the top of your thighs right were you ass starts and her other arm is on the slope of your back with her hand under your shirt. You knew she would most likely be sore when she woke up, but you’ll give her a massage to help any soreness.

You gave out a dreamy sigh, how did you get so lucky?

You look back to your book and start reading again in a quieter voice. The sun was setting and you knew you would have to wake her up for dinner here soon—but for now she can sleep peacefully.

#abby anderson #lovely people #anon ask #abby anderson/reader #abby anderson x reader #wlw #abby anderson x you #abby tlou #abby anderson x female reader #abby x reader #abby anderson fan fiction #abby the last of us #abby anderson/you #Abby Anderson Blurbs

437 notes · View notes

slutforsnow · 2 months

Text

Chapter 11 :3

TW/CW: Talk of Sunni's dead dad/talk of O.D. (overdosing)

“You're not gonna tell me are you?” Sunni eventually asked, yawning as the sun slowly started to rise. It was around 6 am now and the duo had been playfully rolling around on the bed, teasingly wrestling for the past 45 minutes—mainly for Sunni to try and get whatever was bothering Coriolanus out of him. Currently, she was being quote unquote ‘crushed’ by him as he was half-way laying on her, but he wasn't putting his full weight on her, or so she thought it wasn't his full weight, but didn't mind it as the cuddly position reminded her of how she'd come cuddle her dad while her ma was out doing something.

Sunni was a big cuddler growing up and when she had lost her father, she stopped looking for cuddles and began to give people cuddles whenever she got a feeling someone needed it. And to her, Coryo needed cuddles.

“Nah, not now. You don't need to worry about it,” Coriolanus told her, pressing the cold tip of his nose against the bridge of her nose. He could practically taste the lavender and lemon scented shampoo & conditioner she used for her shower hours earlier.

“Alright, alright, but before everyone else wakes up, can I show you a place? Pretty please?” She asked, pushing him onto his back and resting her head on the back of her hand.

“It's six am,” Coryo began before pausing. Sunni was looking so beautiful in the morning sunrise. Her hair was mildly messy, in a loose braid over her shoulder. Wisps of her hair cascaded down her face, almost blending in with her freckles. “You have freckles..”

She smiled at his sudden change of words. “I do indeed have freckles, Cori. You just noticed?”

“Never gotten the chance to truly study your face without it being considered weird,” He answered, shrugging and sitting up so his back was against the headboard. He brushed a strand of her hair out of her face, smiling a bit. He liked being really calm around her; not having to worry about something she'd say, raising his pulse because she was so easygoing. So sweet and cautious of her words and how he'd react. If he thought about it, Sunni was the only non-family person who didn't know about his I.E.D. and treaded lightly to not anger him but didn't keep herself guarded. She truly trusted him.

“Alright, yeah, that's true cause for the past 2 months I've been up Festus’ ass and we're always around Sejanus. But could we take the opportunity to get out so I can show you something?” She inquired, laying on her back. Resting her hands on her tummy, she looked up at Coryo, smiling at how… angelic he looked. From her angle, Coryo looked absolutely ethereal, and she couldn't believe he was real. She felt like she was in a dream or a fairytale; everything felt too perfect to be real right now.

“Okay, yes, you can show me. As long as we're back before anyone else wakes up,” He agreed, earning a large smile from her.

She chirped a little yay and went to her closet to choose an outfit for the day. Meanwhile, Coryo got up and stretched, smiling at the ruined bed that they had tangled themselves up in and out of. He could almost cry; this hotel bed looked more lived in than his own bed back home, and he wasn't mad about it because Sunni brought him to life. She gave him a reason not to be angry.

Silently getting his phone, he waited for Sunni as he watched the sun continue to slowly peak over the mountains as far as the eye could see. Coryo smirked; he wondered if Sunni was named Sunni due to the immense heat or the blistering sun. Then he frowned.

‘No, no, her parents would've picked a more sophisticated reason for her name. Maybe she has another name but goes by Sunni as a nickname,’ He thought to himself.

Hearing the bathroom door open, he perked up and smiled contently at her outfit choice. She was wearing what seemed to be a ruffle asymmetry A-line saffron maxi dress; her heels were gold wire type of heels that did not add much to her height. Coryo had seen Tigris make something similar, so he assumed he was right and by the looks of it, even in a dark hotel room, he was.

“You ready, Cori?”

Coryo was very much not ready to be brought to a grave. Especially not one as beautiful as this.

“It's my daddy's grave,” She told him softly, tucking her dress under her knees and sitting on the dirty grounds beside her father's tombstone. Coryolanus was speechless. He didn't think Sunni would bring him here and he certainly wasn't expecting Sunni to be raised by a single mother without any signs of gaining a step-father. “I come here every morning to visit him, ya know? To be closer to him.”

Coryo looked at Sunni, seeing as she took off her heels and let her toes wiggle in the dirt. The tombstone itself was maybe the width of the shower back home and was probably made of granite or something similar to show respect for the late Mr. Plinth.

“How'd he die..?” Coryo questioned slowly, watching Sunni pick a weed out of her father's tombstone vase and toss it aside.

“Drug overdose,” She told him, leaning against her dad's tombstone and shutting her eyes. She felt closer to her dad when she did this and it made her feel like his ghost was hugging her from the other side. “He was stressing about finances and he went for a walk… daddy never came home that night. They found his body few miles out by the train tracks and discovered a bunch of puncture wounds—one new, a bunch old. No one suspected a thing. Had his funeral right here… a week before I turned 6”

“I'm sorry, Sunni.”

“What are you sorry for, Cori?”

“That you had to deal with that so young,” He replied and she shrugged softly.

“It's okay. I think without daddy's death, I wouldn't… I wouldn't live up to my name.” Seeing Coriolanus’ puzzled expression, Sunni continued. “Daddy always told me to smile and focus on bein’ happy with myself before tryin’ to make others happy. Even in the saddest of moments, there's still something to smile about. Like sunflowers. Even in the harshest of rains, they still rise and grow… I'm glad ma and daddy named me after sunflowers. It's very fitting, don'tcha think?” She added, looking at Cori. He was stunned. Sunni always seemed like the kind to have the perfect life. Perfect childhood; both parents, only child so there was no fighting over the inheritance, perfect cousin, lots of money, perfect friends, with a perfect lover (one he'll replace, but that's taking time).

“Your parents chose the perfect name for the perfect woman,” He simply said with the faintest smile crossing his lips.

“Mhm. Sunni Girasol Alvarez-Plinth; it's a mouthful, but it's me.”

“I'm sorry, your middle name is Girasol?”

“Yeah, it's Spanish for sunflower!” Coriolanus snickered; girasol sounded more like a car part than the name of a flower, but he let it go.

“C'mon, let's head back before the rest get suspicious,” He said, pulling Sunni to her feet. She grabbed her heels, whispering a soft ‘adios, papá’ to her father's tombstone and walking side-by-side with him to the hotel.

"Where were you both?" Sej asked, raising an eyebrow at Sunni and Coryo as they snuck into the lobby to the complimentary breakfast being provided by the hotel.

"I took Cori to meet dad," Sunni answered, joining her cousin sliding into a booth as Coryo slid in next to her.

"Ah, gotcha."

Tags: @etfrin @hearts4court @snows-wife @delusionalbunni @kiraflowersworld @victory-scream0462 @curled-hair-red-lips @morallygrayboys @phoward89 @xoxo-eyeballs @thereeallink @graciouslyc @acidaciruela @wanda-maximoff-enthusiast @firstworldproblemthings @nowitsmissing @poppyflower-22 @kuromismom7 @xjinnix @flw3rrr @plathsotherib @beaphobia @valeskafics @aoi-targaryen @elayasversion

26 notes · View notes

sunflowersteves · 2 years

Note

this is totally self indulgent, but could you maybe do the fruity four and how they would deal with a reader on their period with bad cramps and mood swings? like taking care of them, etc?

so sorry I forgot to post!!! listennnn i got carried away with Steve ok aksjsjs don’t judge. anyway, I hope you enjoy, lovely

steve, at first, has no idea what he’s doing. like you complain to him that you’re on his period and he jumps into action to run to the grocery store.

mans is fighting for his life in there because he forgot to ask you important details like brand, size, etc., for your pads. he also forgot to ask what you’re craving for and it sends him into a kind of panic.

so what does he do? he grabs a basket, rolls it over to the pads/tampon isle and just shoves a shit ton in the cart. he’s picking out literally everything and just shoving it in there.

he then moves to the food isle and is doing the exact same thing. he’s grabbing chips, candy, sodas, cake, cookies, and even bread. just a load of bread. anything and everything is going to be in that damn cart. he also got you pain meds and a heating pad. but just one of each.

the total comes to like $147.56 but he doesn’t care. He slaps his parents credit card down to the cashier and starts bagging up the groceries. that man is on a mission and price be damned.

once he’s back home, he sees you huddled on the couch with a shit ton of pillows and blankets. “Stevie?” he squats right in front of you, taking your hand and giving it a kiss. “yes, dove?”

“Will you rub my tummy? it hurts.” he just smiles bright at you, forgetting all about the groceries still in the car. he’s crawling into the blanket and pillow fort, snuggling into you. he starts to rub soft circles onto your lower abdomen. “I love you, stevie.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you too, baby.”

nancy would already have absolutely everything you need. she always has a plan and is always prepared, so she’s definitely prepared for this.

she also knew it was coming, the woman had it on her calendar marked, “my pretty’s cycle.” but this time your cramps are bad. like you’re in the shower and can barely stand up kind of bad.

she watches you come back into your room—eyes furrowed with pain. “baby?” she’s immediately onto you, a hand resting on your cheek. “do you need me to get the heating pad?”

you’re nodding, trying to speak but it only comes out as a cry. she lays you down and prompts you to roll up onto a ball to help the pain. she’s bringing the heating pad over and plugs in into the outlet.

she places it onto your lower abdomen and she almost leaves to get you a glass of water, “nance, please don’t leave.” tears are pricking your eyes because Jesus Christ it hurts and she’s immediately comforting you.

“hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m here. I won’t leave I promise. scoot over, okay? yeah, that’s it. I’m right here, baby.”

Robin would also be panicking because she doesn’t really get cramps and has no idea what to do. literally no clue.

she bought three different kind of period pain meds bc she wasn’t sure what brand. she saw an owl shaped heating pad and bought it with the rest of her family video money immediately.

i have a feeling that your period cycles are also aligned. so she’s also on her period when you have yours. she’s buying extra pads and tampons, especially since she knows you have a much heavier flow sometimes.

she would also cuddle you all day, she’s not leaving your side. she’s giving you back rubs because you’re in pain again and she has no idea what to do.

“thank you, robie.” she’s pulling you closer to her, pressing a kiss on your temple. “I love you, baby.”

and you’re giving her a boop to the nose, her smiling brightening even further. “I love you too, honeybun.”

Eddie knows that he as to be as patient with you as possible. you get bad mood swings on your period mixed with cramps and it’s not the best.

one moment you’re cuddling him and refuse to leave his side and then the next you’re crying in frustration. “I can’t get the damn lid open!” he’d walk over and open the jar, watching you huff and puff in annoyance.

don’t even get you started with technology. if the tv isn’t working, you are screaming profanities left and right in frustration. Eddie just calms you down, wrapping you in a big ole hug. you slowly ease into a steady breath, snuggling into his chest.

now, when it comes to cramps, eddie feels so bad. he knows he can’t do a damn thing to help, especially if meds, heating pads, and tummy rubs don’t work. when it’s like this, he never leaves you side. no matter what. the man is a koala.

and you don’t mind one bit because he’s just so comforting to be around. he’s pressing kisses onto your cheeks and neck and tummy. he’s curled up in a ball right next to you in case you need him—a few fingers touching your wrist. he’s right where you need him, that’s for sure.

#fruity four saturday˚ ༘♡#forgot to post yesterday #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x y/n #nancy wheeler x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n

368 notes · View notes

arachine · 2 years

Note

okay but eddie and or/steve w kitty!reader is just her doing blatantly possessive and affectionate things towards him n him internally freaking out.

she stretches out on his lap and rolls onto her back because she wants him to pet her tummy and his hands are hoverin in the air like "oh my god?????"

i may have gone a little overboard on this. i do not apologize tho. and about halfway i forgot about the tummy thing but i shall incorporate it another time 🙏🏽

warnings: just a little humping and teasing for now (like it’s literally just a tease for the full fic i still wanna write <33)

can you imagine when she initially starts warming up to him tho!?

after their introduction, she pulls mike aside and asks if she can stay with eddie for a night. obviously, he’s a little surprised because, well, she’d only just met him! never has she ever (in the span of two years) slept over anyone else’s house—only the younger crew’s and by extension, steve’s!

“what? pft, no,” he laughs, “you’ve never stayed with anyone else but us,” he tries to reason but she won’t budge, far too stubborn and forthright in her decision. mike sighs but figures he can’t really blame her, they’d spoiled her rotten.

“‘m not gonna do anything, just wanna stay for a night!” she pleads, grabbing at his collar and looking up at him with those big ol’ eyes. god, she could be so persistent.

“well, if you’re sure and if it’s fine with eddie…then…” everyone looks over to eddie who has not a damn clue what’s going on, but he’s just nodding his head and wait—what?

“wait, what?,” he queries, unsure if he’s heard that right, “stay with me? as in, like, coming to my house? that staying with me? us. together. under one roof?”

steve side eyes him before speaking, “no she’ll sleep outside,” he jokes, “yes she’ll stay with you, god. are you okay? don’t make it weird.”

now kitty’s looking at him, waiting for him to say yes, that he’ll let her stay, and he’s looking back at her, face still molded in shock.

“sure, no, yeah. she can stay.”

he regrets it, he really does, because she’s not at all what he expected. he assumed she’d be quiet, reserved—but she was the complete opposite. she was just so touchy, so feely, so…affectionate—it was pushing him far beyond his limits.

at first, when the two of them had arrived to his trailer, she was a little curious—which was a given, you know, because it was new territory, new grounds to cover. an unfamiliar environment that she was getting to explore for the very first time.

she’d amble around all shyly, going up to things and smelling them, asking eddie what they were and if she could touch them. ‘sure, yeah, knock yourself out’ he’d assure.

eventually, they’d made it to his room and before he could even clean it up a bit, she’d taken residence right on his bed, curling herself into a little ball.

“it’s a little messy in here, sorry about that,” he sits down on the bed, trying his best as to not disturb her. there’s silence for a few minutes. just the sound of her quiet purring, and the rapid thumping of his heart.

he’s not exactly sure what to do with her, doesn’t quite know what cat—people—hybrids need in regards to basic care. but what he doesn’t expect, is for her to rise from her transient repose and jump on him.

“hey, woah,” the brunet laughs nervously, “what’re you…what’re you doing?”

“just wanted to sit with you, ‘s that not okay?” her ears flop, a pout quickly replacing her feline-like grin, “the others always let me cuddle them.” fuck, she was going to be the death of him.

“no, it’s okay. just didn’t expect it.”

as soon as he assures her it’s not a problem, that’s when something clicks. because now she’s doing more than just cuddling, now she’s licking him up, nipping on his neck, grinding down onto his crotch—things that are far from the likes of innocent cuddling—things that she shouldn’t even know how to do.

“w-wait a minute, kitty,” he tries to halt her ministrations, tries to pull her up and off of his lap, but to no avail. she’s got her thighs locked down so tight against his, that he can feel the heat emanating from her cunt.

“you gotta stop, can’t—we can’t,” he protests, though his voice is laced with desire—desperation. and she knows it, knows that he wants her, can practically see the heart shapes in his eyes.

“don’t you wanna play with me?” the hybrid asks with the tilt of her head, rolling her hips playfully. jesus christ, he was so fucking hard, there was no point in trying to deny his attraction to the feline. and of course he wanted to play, he’d do anything to touch her—taste her.

“shit, god, do you do this with everyone?” there’s a hint of playfulness in his tone but he’s genuinely curious.

“no…this is different. let’s keep this between us, ‘kay?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x y/n smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x you smut #concepts

1K notes · View notes

elenavampire21 · 5 months

Text

No warnings: just a worried tom about his little girl

@worldofheroes @love2write2626 @helloitstsyu @elenavampire21

Worry for daddy’s special little girl

Tom was busy in his office typing an email to mc Q. You were in your walk in wardrobe looking for something to wear.

Tom stopped typing and got up to stretch his legs and headed to his daughter Ella’s room and saw her sat up crying he instantly strides in and pick her up.

“Oh hey sssh it’s okay what’s got daddy’s little girl all upset eh.”

Ella nuzzles into Tom’s neck. “daddy I feel sick and burning. He keeps cuddling Ella and quickly walks into their shared walk in wardrobe to see you in jeans and a purple top.

“Y/n babe I really think we should take Ella to the hospital somethings terribly wrong with her. You walk over and put a hand on Tom’s shoulder. “Tom hunny I need you to slow down and breathe our little girl has probably got the flu so best medicine for you Ella is couch and ice cream, silly daddy worrying over nothing.”

“I’m worrying over anything she said daddy I feel sick and burning what if its not the flu.” You roll your eyes “Tom phoebe’s mum said there’s a flu and sickness bug going round the school phoebe had it last Friday and she’s fine now.”

Ella looks up at Tom “daddy can we have movie and special cuddles today.”

Tom pulled out his phone and texted his assistant to say he’s off duty today as Ella is sick and the assistant texted back saying it was fine and hoped Ella gets better and to have daddy daughter day.

Tom strokes Ella’s face “of course we can have a movie day and daddy will give you all the special cuddles you need, you’re still a little hot let’s get you some calpol medicine.” As you all walk through to the living room Tom instantly sits down and cradles Ella in his arms kissing the top of her head.

You’re busy in the kitchen pouring a cap full of medicine and gets a small glass of Ella’s favourite juice then head back.

“Okay baby you drink all this medicine then here’s your juice hopefully this’ll take down the burning feeling is daddy’s cuddles helping.” You sit next to Tom and play with Ella’s hair she drinks all the calpol and then has a sip of juice and snuggles into Tom “yup daddy’s cuddles are helping mummy I still feel sick.” You softly wipe the tiny tears off her face “aww I know darling it’s a horrible bug but phoebe got better and so will you plus you get to have mummy, daddy day where we’ll watch movies eat our weight in ice cream.” You softly tickle Ella’s tummy.

“Mummy daddy always said ice cream is only for treats and if I’ve been good.”

You glance over to Tom who’s smiling.

Tom smiles at you lovingly. “That is very true i did say ice cream is only for when you’ve been good and for treats but I’m going to make an inception because your poorly so you can have as many bowls of ice cream you want just don’t actually make yourself sick.”

You put a hand on Ella’s head “mmmh the medicine seems to be taking the burning down you still feeling sick or do you wanna maybe try a tiny bowl of ice cream.”

Ella look up at Tom almost as if waiting for his permission to answer before she looked at you. “Yes please I’d like a little bit of ice cream.”

You get up and walk into the kitchen and begin making three bowls of mint chocolate chip ice cream and then walks back to sit down.

You,Ella and Tom all have bowls of ice cream and are snuggled up watching despicable me.

Tom is quietly happy because he’s missed having quality time with you and Ella instead of being in another part of the country filming when he could be at home with his two favourite girls he loves.

Ella finishes her bowl and leans to put it onto the table and instantly goes back to cuddling tom she looks up “love you daddy.”

Tom softly strokes her cheek “I love you and mummy very much.”

You check Ella’s temperature again “Mmh the burning is gone do you still feel a little sick.”

Ella shakes her head “No Mummy I’m not feeling sick but does that mean i don’t get any more of daddy’s special cuddles.”

You smile at Tom and raise a brow Tom lets out a little giggle.

“Sweetheart do you honestly think I’m gonna stop giving my other favourite girl special cuddles.”

He pull you into his arms as he’s still cuddling Ella and kisses both their heads and feels really relaxed.

You relax and feel really happy to have so quality time with you daughter and husband little did you forget but whilst tom was busy in his office and Ella was sleeping you’d sneaked into the bathroom and did a pregnancy test which came back positive.

7 notes · View notes

blu-joons · 2 years

Text

When Your Toddler Interacts With Your Baby Bump ~ Astro Reaction

MJ:

A wide smile formed on your son’s face as soon as he felt your baby kick, looking between the two of you. “It feels funny,” he giggled, placing his hand back down again straight away.

A nod of the head came from Myungjun, “that’s your little sister saying hello to you,” he told your son, watching his eyes light up once again.

“Can I say hello to her too daddy?”

Myungjun’s head carried on nodding as he took your son’s hand. “You’ve got to be careful though and gentle because she’s very little in there right now.”

“I can do that,” he insisted, “how will she know it’s me?”

“She’ll be able to tell by your tap,” Myungjun replied, showing your son what to do as he gently poked against the side of your bump to show your son.

“My turn,” he laughed, pushing Myungjun’s hand aside and beginning to poke gently against your bump too with Myungjun watching him.

“That’s it,” Myungjun smiled, “I bet she’s loving feeling that in mummy’s bump Y/S/N.”

“Does that mean that I can carry on?”

JinJin:

Your arm moved around your daughter as she rolled into your side with Jinwoo sat just beside her. “Does the baby like cuddles?” She asked you once she was comfortable.

Your head nodded as her bright eyes looked back up at you, “I’m sure that the baby likes cuddles, especially your cuddles Y/D/N.”

“What about daddy’s cuddles too mummy?”

A quiet hum came from you, sharing a glance with Jinwoo. “I think she likes daddy’s cuddles, but they’re not as good as Y/D/N’s cuddles are.”

“I’m the best cuddler,” she announced, “better than daddy.”

“Hey,” Jinwoo gasped, tickling his hand into your daughter’s side, “I’m sat right here you know, I’ll remind you of this when you want a cuddle tonight.”

“I don’t need your cuddles anymore daddy,” she informed him, “I can cuddle up to mummy and the baby in her bump instead.”

“I’ve been replaced,” Jinwoo frowned, “my own daughter doesn’t seem to want me anymore.”

“The baby is much better than you.”

Cha Eunwoo:

The corners of Dongmin’s smile turned up as he watched your son mimic him. “Are you drawing on the bump too?” Dongmin asked, trying to figure out the pattern of your son.

His head nodded as he continued concentrating, “I wanted to do what daddy does to the baby,” he explained to you both.

“What are you drawing on my bump Y/S/N?”

Your son’s eyes momentarily looked across at you, “I’m drawing a family portrait mummy, there’s me, you, daddy, and my little sister.”

“Really?” You smiled, “that sounds very sweet.”

“Do you think she’ll be able to tell what I’m drawing in your tummy?” His young mind enquired, “will she know that it’s her that I’m trying to draw.”

“Maybe not whilst she’s in my tummy, but probably when she’s out,” you told him, “maybe you can show her it too.”

“That’s a good idea,” Dongmin agreed, “we can draw her some drawings for when she’s here.”

“Yeah, I’ll give her loads of those.”

Moonbin:

A shake of the head came from you as Moonbin helped your daughter to sit on your baby bump. “I’m so high up,” she grinned, looking down at you with a wide smile.

Moonbin kept his hands on her waist so that none of her weight pressed down onto your bump. “You used to be in there once.”

“Inside mummy’s tummy? Where the baby is?”

Your head nodded as she reached out to take a hold of both of your hands. “When you were tiny and growing, daddy used to cuddle you.”

“Really?” She quizzed, “like how I cuddle your tummy?”

“Exactly the same,” you told her, watching her look back to Moonbin excitedly, “although daddy didn’t try and sit on my baby bump like you like to.”

“I did hold you super tonight though,” Moonbin added, “I used to squeeze you so tight and hope that you could feel what I was doing.”

“Could I?” Your daughter quizzed, making you both laugh, “did I know that it was you daddy?”

“Only you will ever know that Y/D/N.”

Rocky:

A chuckle came from your son as he looked over your bump. “It’s a funny shape,” he told you, catching you off guard as your eyes widened, taken aback by his words.

Minhyuk’s head shook behind your son as he struggled to hold back his laughter. “I’m sorry, but he has got a little bit of a point Y/N.”

“Tummies aren’t meant to be this shape.”

Your eyes rolled at the two of them, “I’m so glad that we’re having a girl so that you two boys can stop ganging up on me all the time.”

“We don’t gang up on you,” Minhyuk laughed, we’re lovely.”

“Yeah,” your son quickly agreed, tuning in and out of the conversation. “Daddy always says that you’d be lost without your two favourite boys mummy.”

“Does he now?” You quizzed, “I’m sure that daddy will be relieved to know that mummy can’t wait to have a favourite girl now.”

“What if she’s a daddy’s girl?” Minhyuk joked, “then you really will be outnumbered then Y/N.”

“I’ll make sure she’s on my side.”

Sanha:

A soft smile formed on your face as soon as you noticed Sanha coming home, catching his attention straight away. “Look at her,” you whispered to him, pointing to your daughter.

The corners of his mouth turned up too as he watched your daughter fast asleep beside your bump. “She absolutely adores your bump, doesn’t she?”

“She’s not left my side all day today.”

Sanha’s head shook as he crept over to the two of you, “that’s my job sleeping beside your bump and cuddling it, she’s stealing everything that I do.”

“It’s cute,” you grinned, “she just laid there straight away.”

“I can’t believe I was ever worried about how Y/D/N would feel about being a big sister,” he admitted, “she’s already taken to it like a duck to water.”

“She’s so protective,” you told Sanha. “Although I know exactly where she gets that from after watching you whilst I’ve been pregnant.”

“I’m just teaching her to look after you,” Sanha smiled, “and it seems she’s definitely doing that.”

“She’s taken great care of me today.”

---

Masterlist

124 notes · View notes

spacesquidlings · 1 year

Text

The Defining of Mirth and Mischief; or, Xander Not Now (Although There is Rarely an Appropriate Moment)

Note: Hiya!!!! This is another piece of original fiction featuring my OCs Scarlet and Xander!!!! This is post epilogue of my main story so it’s mostly them just messing around and acclimatizing to a mostly civilian life

Featuring: My OCs Scarlet and Xander

Warnings: Some suggestive content, but nothing overt

Words: 10970

***********************************************

“Xander, not now.”

Xander Duval-Rogers, CEO of Duval industries, head developer of the tech branch of his own company, knight of the imperial starfall army, right hand of the Lightborn herself, hated hearing those words.

Scarlet had been busy all morning, handling work details and coordinating with Corrina and Iris who were halfway across the globe, handling a monster that had emerged from the ocean like something out of a bad movie. And then she had been handling the kids, one twin balanced on each side of her hip as she’d danced with them to soothe them after a shared nightmare that had left them in tears.

She was hunched over her piano now, her headphones handling from her neck as she frowned at sheet music propped in front of her, a pink gel pen clenched between her teeth.

Xander wanted a hug, wanted to cuddle with his wife after spending the entire morning and early afternoon without her.

“Did you hear that, girls?” He asked the twins, staring at twin sets of dark blue eyes watching him curiously. “Your mama doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

Scarlet scoffed, straightening as she turned around. “Xander, that is not what I meant-”

“Oh well, I suppose that’s it for me,” he whined, pouting a little as he settled the girls onto the soft blanket he’d spread out on the floor for their regularly scheduled tummy time.

They fussed, and he couldn’t help laughing as he set out a few toys for them. “I know, I know, there are more important things to worry about.”

“Alexandre.”

He ignored the warning in her voice, instead touching his hand to his bad shoulder, where he’d been shot years ago. It wasn’t bothering him today, but a little teasing never hurt.

He didn’t need to say anything now, Scarlet rushing from her spot on the piano bench and throwing herself into his arms.

“You are the worst,” she ground out, even as she buried her face against his neck.

Xander laughed, squeezing her tight. “I think this is just the medicine I need.”

“I was working on something,” Scarlet continued to whine, wiggling in his arms.

Xander held her tighter, heaving a sigh. “Just a little longer? My arm is stiff from holding the girls, and you know it never healed properly-”

Scarlet heaved a long, exhausted sigh, but remained nestled in his arms. He scattered kisses over her face and neck, snickering when she squeaked as he found the ticklish spots on her throat.

“Just a little longer,” he whined against her hair. He stroked her side, readjusting so he could hold her in his lap better. “I just need to hold you for a little longer.”

Scarlet rolled her eyes, but he felt her smile against his jaw as she brushed her lips against his skin.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty, Xander,” she murmured, pinching his side as she pulled back, grinning wider now.

“I’m glad you noticed,” he teased, pinching back.

“That was not the response I was looking for,” she whined, peeling away from him.

“But I am pretty,” he said, laughing as he drew her back against him. “So why would I lie?”

She grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like his full name, but he chose to ignore it, cuddling her closer while he could.

Harmony and Melody, their twin daughters, watched him curiously with wide eyes and Xander pressed a finger to his lips, hushing them. “This is my time with mama. I need to get my cuddles while I can.”

“Xander, I sleep with you every night!”

He heaved a sigh, nuzzling his face against her neck until she shrieked with laughter. “That doesn’t count.”

“Yes it does!”

“It doesn’t count when you’re asleep,” he whined, dropping his head lower, smiling to himself as he pressed his head into the valley between her breasts.

Scarlet smacked him, crawling free from his arms. “Alright, that’s enough.”

“But sunbeam-” He tried to reach for her once more, pouting as she got to her feet.

“You promised you’d do tummy time with the girls,” Scarlet cried, crossing her arms over her chest, cheeks flushed the pink of a newly bloomed rose.

Xander grinned, smug satisfaction warm in his chest. He could make that pink a burning red that rivalled her name.

“Scarlet,” he drawled, stretching his legs out in front of him, leaning back on his hands.

He would have said more, would have surely managed to make her melt into his arms. But Scarlet was still in control of her senses, and she quickly pinched his cheek, batting his hands away when he tried to grab her once again.

“It’s tummy time,” she ground out through her teeth. “The girls need it!”

“But once we’re done-”

She pulled on his cheek harder and he relented, holding his hands palm up as he laughed. “You win, you win.”

Satisfied, Scarlet released him. She paused for a moment, crouching down to bring one of the toys closer to Harmony, who was struggling to grasp it with her chubby baby hands.

“You girls are so good,” she cooed, running a hand through their downy hair. “Nothing like your father.”

Xander laughed again, the sound reverberating through the room. And despite herself, Scarlet laughed too.

***

Cooking oil, diced onions, minced garlic, left to sizzle on the frying pan as Xander began slicing up the beef. It would just be him, Scarlet, and the twins for the day, so he figured he would get rid of some of the leftovers still in the fridge and make something nice and healthy for Scarlet.

Corrina and Iris wouldn’t be back for a few weeks, he had no idea where Wes was, Babs and Ryu and Flora were still away working on allocating the imperial powers to the elected council in Starfall, and he was pretty sure Marigold wouldn’t be home until the next day.

Which meant he didn’t have to listen to a single person whine if he made something they didn’t immediately want.

It was bliss.

He laid the beef into the pan, grinning as he listened to the sizzle of meat before he turned away to wash his hands. It wasn’t going to be anything fancy, but he hoped it would be something Scarlet would enjoy now that she’d mostly regained her appetite.

He heard footsteps upstairs, the creak of a door closing. Then the telltale sound of Scarlet creeping down the stairs as delicately as she could.

“Are you okay?” Xander asked, noting the bags under her eyes as she shuffled into the kitchen.

She ran a hand through her messy hair, all in tangles no doubt from the twins gripping it as they desperately tried not to go down for their naps.

“I am…” She trailed off, collapsing into a chair. “I am alive.”

“I’ll put them to bed tonight,” he said, pushing the beef around the pan, ensuring it would be fully cooked.

“Do we have enough milk?” She asked, her eyes falling closed, head drooping.

“I can just use formula.”

She winced, opening her eyes once again. “I know, I know. But they don’t like it as much.”

He shrugged, covering the pan to stop the steam from escaping before sinking into the chair next to her.

“It will be okay,” he promised, squeezing her hand. “I’ll just come up with something that will keep their attention on that instead of what’s in their bottles.”

“You could play music, or an audiobook,” Scarlet suggested, stretching her arms out across the surface of the table. “They seem to be really into The Cruel Prince lately.”

Xander snorted, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll just dress up as a faerie.”

“I don’t think there’s any spirit halloweens open in the middle of the winter,” Scarlet teased, taking his hand and twining her fingers with his.

He smirked, lifting her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles, humming as he let his lips linger there for a long moment. Scarlet’s face turned red in an instant, catching fire as quickly as dry kindling. He could feel the warmth in her hand, too, as a soft golden glow began to spill from her skin.

“I’ll just borrow some of your glitter and some fake elf ears,” he said, lowering her hand, although he did not release it.

“Xander, I think you’ll need more than that,” she said, arching a brow. “They’re only a few months old, I don’t think they’ll understand it.”

He kissed her hand again, dragging his teeth across her skin, and Scarlet’s arguments quickly melted away.

“Xander,” her voice held a note of warning in it, but he ignored it, choosing to grin wider instead, hoping to dazzle her contention away.

“Just trust me, sunbeam,” he said, flicking his eyes up to meet hers, even as his head remained lowered, his lips brushing against her skin.

He loved the colour that bloomed across her skin. He would surely have to buy flowers in a similar shade. Crimson roses and tulips, scarlet chrysanthemums and amaryllis. Foxglove too, if he could find some red blooms, and peonies, although they were never the brilliant red of her cheeks.

But Scarlet loved peonies, and Xander would be remiss if he bought her a bouquet that did not contain her favourite flowers.

She wrinkled her nose, pretending like she wasn’t flustered in the slightest, despite the blush in her cheeks saying otherwise. “Alright.” She shifted, the lines in her face fading away as her mouth turned down. “I just feel a little tired.”

Xander squeezed her hand before standing, returning to the food that required his attention. “Why don’t you rest for a little?” He asked over his shoulder, waving steam away as he checked on the meat.

“There’s too much to do, if I nap I’ll lose all that time,” she argued, slumping in her seat.

“Sunbeam, what is there to do?” Xander asked, covering the food once again.

“Picking up toys, starting the laundry, taking out the diaper bin, doing the dishes…” She trailed off, sighing as she banged her head against the table. “Not to mention the things that I want to do. Just for me.”

Xander knelt on the ground beside her, taking her hands in his. “I am more than capable of cleaning up and doing laundry. And if it’s that overwhelming I can hire someone to come in and clean. I’ve been considering bringing someone in anyways.” He narrowed his eyes, throwing a furtive look around the kitchen. “Iris and Wes always seem to leave the worst messes behind.”

Scarlet snorted, squeezing his hands in kind. “It’s the remains of their pranks.”

“Well they really need to stop pulling pranks because it’s freaking the girls out.”

Another laugh, followed by a yawn, Scarlet’s brow furrowing, her nose scrunching up. It was cute, and Xander felt the overwhelming urge to squeeze her against his chest and never let her go.

She huffed a sigh when the yawn had finally released her from its grip. “Sorry.”

“Lie down,” he urged, standing. “You need rest.”

“But what about you?”

He drew her to her feet. “I am perfectly capable of taking care of the house for a while. And I can wake you when lunch is done.”

She opened her mouth to argue more, but Xander pressed one hand to his bad shoulder, patting it as though it ached.

Sometimes it did ache, although Xander would never admit to those times. He didn’t want to worry her, not really. Just exploit his old injury a little.

Scarlet’s mouth shut, her nose wrinkling once again.

“Go lie down,” he insisted, rubbing his shoulder again.

“You’re incorrigible, you know that, right?”

Xander only laughed, taking her hand to guide her through the house, and up the stairs to their room. “I don’t plan on changing.”

Scarlet’s answering smile was soft, some of her chagrin washing away like sand beneath the ocean tides. “I hope you never do.”

He grinned, seizing the perfect teasing opportunity as he took both her hands, spinning her around and around. Scarlet struggled to stifle her laughter, resulting in a stream of snorts escaping from her nose and her pursed lips that made Xander’s heart stutter.

She’d been terrifying and wondrous and utterly adorable from the first day he’d met her. And after all the years he had known her, for much more than half his life now, still she remained as terrifying and wondrous and absolutely, incredibly adorable. Perhaps more than she had been when they were small, growing more wonderful with every passing day.

He drew her towards him, her face covered in pink and red splotches as she continued to hold in her laughter.

“So you admit that you adore me,” he teased, squeezing her hands.

She rolled her eyes. “Xander, I never said I didn’t adore you-”

“You think I’m wonderful, your most cherished person,” he continued, nuzzling his nose against her cheek.

She laughed, wiggling her hands from his grip and pushing against his chest. “Xander, I thought you wanted me to sleep-”

She never got the chance to finish her sentence as he dipped his head lower, grazing his teeth against her throat as he spoke. “Your most beloved, most precious person.”

His voice was little more than a whisper against her skin, and he made sure to lower her voice, to let it sink into her bones and her marrow, to reverberate in her veins.

Scarlet snorted again, trying to squirm free from his hold. But he had his arms around her waist already, holding her close.

“Right?”

“Xander!”

She squealed, burying her face against his hair as she tried to muffle the sound of her laughter as Xander continued to nip at her throat.

“Right?” He tried again, sliding his hands up her sides, grazing the spots he knew were most ticklish.

“Okay, okay!” She shrieked, wiggling helplessly. “You’re right!”

He continued nipping at her skin, grazing his tongue over the bites. “What am I right about?”

“You’re my most beloved and precious person! I adore you!”

He grinned victoriously, lifting his head to press a chaste kiss to her cheek. “I knew it.”

Scarlet scoffed, pinching his side until he yelped. “Alexandre, you are simply horrible.”

He shrugged, positively beaming with satisfaction now. “But you love me, you adore me.”

She groaned, shoving his chest. “Weren’t you the one that wanted me to take a nap?”

He nodded as sagely as he could with the goofy smile that was on his face. “I am. I do want you to take a nap, sunbeam.”

She jabbed a finger at the door, but the half-moon smile on her lips belied any true ire. “Then get out!”

Xander did not, in fact, get out. Not right away, anyways. He wasn’t so clueless as to believe that Scarlet would immediately lie down were he to leave her to her own devices.

So instead he made sure she laid down, made sure she was tucked into bed with her favourite blankets so she was less likely to get up, made sure her favourite plushies were arranged around her for maximum comfort. He even made sure to play an audiobook on low volume, one of her favourite books that he knew she’s been talking about rereading for a while now.

“There,” he said at last, finally satisfied with his work. “Now rest, okay? I’ll wake you up in a little bit.”

Scarlet scowled, but Xander hadn’t even made it to the door before he saw her eyes falling closed, too heavy to keep open for a moment longer.

***

Scarlet was a lot of things. Had been called a lot of things. Had been told she was a lot of things. A lot of horrible things, a lot of curious things, and a fair share of good and wonderful things, too.

But one thing she had not expected to be was so easily and knowingly manipulated, and by Xander no less.

No, perhaps that was wrong. Because it was not a huge stretch of the imagination to see Xander manipulating her and succeeding.

Perhaps Scarlet was just annoyed that she was being manipulated. By Xander. Her best friend. Her husband. The one who alleged that he adored her and loved her.

And yet here he was, teasing her and manipulating her while they were out for the day.

It should have been a relaxing day. She had been promised a relaxing day.

Wandering around through the shops that had been opening once more downtown. Getting something nice and warm to drink to banish the chill that slipped beneath their jackets and clung to their bones. Maybe the bookstore, maybe the new handmade candle shop that had just opened.

Then they would go to the movie theatre and catch one of the fun new films that had recently been released. And afterwards they would get something to eat, at a restaurant that Xander refused to disclose, although Scarlet had a sneaking suspicion she knew exactly the one.

It wasn’t a particularly busy day, or jam packed with many activities or plans, but she had still been looking forward to it nonetheless.

Until she’d stepped outside the house, anyways.

She had to be dragged down the front walkway, neck aching from how she was struggling to watch the sight of Harmony and Melody growing smaller with every step.

They would be okay. They were fine, they were safe. They were being watched by Babs and Ryu and Marigold. Wes had even made an appearance, crawling in through a window covered in dirt, terrifying Marigold while she’d been preparing a bottle for Harmony.

Their friends would watch over the girls, taking turns holding them and playing with them and rocking them while they slept.

And yet Scarlet couldn’t shake the terrible feeling of shame, or the overwhelming urge to run back inside and scoop the babies out of her friends’ arms.

She hadn’t thought herself such a worrier, either. But she supposed she was introduced to a new aspect of herself everyday.

It had been unbearable, although she couldn’t put her finger on why.

Maybe because she hadn’t really gone out anywhere since the girls had been born, or maybe because when she had she’d had them in tow. Usually one of them was settled into the sling carrier she sometimes tucked them into, curled up against her chest safe and warm.

It was more comforting for her to carry the babies against her chest. They had tried a stroller once, about a month after the girls had been born and Scarlet had felt restless from staying in bed for so long.

They had only planned to walk by the ocean, so she could feel the ocean-spray against her cheeks and breathe in the salt and the brine. So she could sink her toes in the sand and feel the foaming waves gathering over her feet and ankles.

But when they had started walking down the little oceanside path, newly planted saplings on either side reaching for the sun, they had almost immediately been accosted.

People trying to peek into the stroller, people pushing back the stroller cover to peer down at the girls. People trying to touch the babies, to grab at them and their little wrinkled hands. People shoving Scarlet out of the way like she didn’t exist, or glaring at her or making snide comments about needing to lose the pregnancy weight.

“It’s already been a month, dear. You know my sister was able to lose the weight in a few weeks.”

Scarlet hadn’t bothered making a retort at the comment, her nerves already shot beyond repair. She’d only clung to Xander’s arm to anchor herself, digging her nails in so deep she’d left little crescent moon marks in his skin.

He hadn’t complained, for his part, and she’d been so thankful. He’d only covered her hand with his, and politely, although not particularly kindly, told the woman to shove off. And then told any person that came near that they needed to step away.

She’d been a nervous wreck afterwards, and the next time they had gone out each of the girls had been snuggled safely in a sling against Scarlet’s and Xander’s chest.

And now, as Xander dragged her to the car, she missed the comforting weight of a baby against her chest. She missed cradling them in her arms, listening to their gurgles and unintelligible babbles.

Harmony would pull on her hair if it was down, demanding attention. Melody would gurgle and giggle and squeal until Scarlet kissed her fat cheeks and let her grab hold of her index finger.

She missed their weight, missed their little voices, missed the downy softness of their auburn hair.

And how could she just leave them? How could she leave them and go do something without them?

Tears burned her eyes as she sat down in the passenger seat, streaking down her cheeks as Xander started the car.

“Hey,” he said, reaching over to take her hands. “Sunbeam, hey.”

She looked up at him slowly, wondering if he felt the same ache, the same guilt and loneliness and anxiety.

His brow creased, the sunlight in his eyes making the colour spin and glow in a kaleidoscope of light.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, squeezing tighter, stroking his thumb over the back of her hand.

She sniffed, wiping her nose on her shoulder. “It’s dumb.”

“I can promise you it is not dumb,” he murmured, the worry lines deepening in his brow. “Please sunbeam, talk to me.”

So she told him, feeling small and pathetic and sad as she did. That she didn’t want to leave the girls, that she wanted to feel their warmth and hear their little giggles in the car with them. That she felt so nervous her stomach was beginning to roil.

“Scarlet,” he said, his voice low and even, the soothing voice he often used when her nightmares got the better of her, the one he used when he pried their claws from her bones.

“I think this is a completely normal feeling,” he said, lifting her hands so he could press kisses to her knuckles.

She opened her mouth to argue, but he shook his head, nose bumping against the backs of her hands. “Just give me a minute, love.”

She would have drawn her hands back against her own chest had Xander not continued to hold them, as though he were ensuring that she didn’t pull away and curl in on herself again.

“I think what you’re feeling is normal, and it’s hard,” he murmured, continuing to stroke her hands, holding them like they were precious. “You’ve been with them for their entire lives, you carried them in your body and kept them safe and they’re always close by, even if you’re not the one holding them.”

She nodded, tears still slipping down her cheeks.

“And we always bring them with us when we go out, and you’re always worrying over them.” He sighed, letting go of one of her hands to wipe the tears from her cheeks. “But I don’t think the feeling is going to just go away anytime soon.”

She wilted. That wasn’t something she had wanted to hear.

“But it doesn’t make you a bad person, or a bad mother to go out without them, or to not be focused on them,” he continued, cupping her cheek. “You’re still a person.”

She opened her mouth, closed it, the wheels of her mind moving at a sluggish pace.

This had been one of their concerns, that she would slip quickly into old habits. That she would focus entirely on the care of the babies, rather than her own self.

Something clicked, a puzzle piece falling into place, although it made her wilt a little more. Xander’s plan had likely been some sort of intervention to draw her from the habits, to remind her to care for herself, too.

“The girls are safe, and they’re being taken care of,” he said, squeezing the hand he still held. “Nothing will happen to them while we’re out. You’re not a bad mom for having a day where you’re not changing diapers or pumping milk.”

Her shoulders slumped, and she looked away, staring at the dust gathering on the dash of the car. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear anything more, her heart aching. She felt like her ribs might shatter from the pain, that her bones would splinter and break, that her chest would cave in.

She really didn’t like this feeling.

She wondered if she was bad, if she was a broken person. For losing herself years ago, and so easily being lost once again. Perhaps that made her a bad mother, too. How could she make sure the girls were always happy and lived good lives if she-

Xander pinched her cheek, snapping her from her thoughts.

“Hey,” he said, his brow furrowing. “Don’t do that.”

Her voice cracked like kindling as she spoke. “Do what?”

“Get lost,” he murmured. “Get lost in your own mind.”

Scarlet glared at him, turning away to stare out the window, at the sleeping garden, flower bulbs and stems hiding beneath the soil waiting for spring.

“You’re not a bad person,” he continued, pinching her cheek again to yank her attention back towards him. “Or a bad mom, or broken.”

She wrinkled her nose, but Xander only gave her a smug grin.

“Because I knew you were thinking you might be. But you’re not. Not even a little.”

Xander’s hand dropped from her face, and Scarlet rubbed her cheek, the skin sore and stinging. She would have continued glaring at Xander, but she just didn’t have the energy, and she wasn’t even sure why she was glaring at him in the first place. She wasn’t mad at him, not really.

She was perhaps just mad at herself.

“You’re a person, Scarlet. You deserve time to rest, and time to have fun. Your entire life doesn’t have to be about the girls. It can be about you, too.”

She slumped in her seat. She didn’t really know what to say now, her words crammed in her throat with no escape.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Xander said, covering the hand she still held against her cheek. “Just know that I love you, and that there is nothing wrong with you, and that you are allowed to feel all the things you’re feeling right now.”

“But they don’t make me broken?”

He shook his head, smiling. “They don’t.”

“But I still feel like I am.”

“That doesn’t make it true.”

She nodded, her words failing her once more.

“We can try, just for an hour,” he said, searching her face slowly. “And if you’re still not comfortable we can come home.”

“You won’t be mad?” She hated how small her voice sounded, how childish and weak.

“My sunbeam, I could never be mad at you.” He leaned forward to brush his lips against her cheek. “And I would rather you feel okay than force you to go out when you’re unhappy.”

She nodded again, closing her eyes. “I’ll try for an hour.”

Xander’s answering smile warmed some of the ice clinging to her bones, some of the fear that normally wouldn’t vanish even when she willed it to. When she so desperately wanted it to disappear.

But she could feel some of it melting away, could feel the roiling sea of despondency in her belly pulling away like low tide.

So she decided to trust Xander, trying to ignore the scratching claws of all her fears and worries that clung to the back of her mind. They drove from their quiet neighborhood through the city that was still rebuilding itself, taking the long route to the downtown core so they could drive past the ocean.

Xander rolled down the windows, shouting above the scream of the wind and the crashing waves that he wanted to smell the ocean air. Scarlet had shrieked, smacking him until he put the windows back up, shivering as she brushed snow from her hair.

“What was that for?!” She shouted, smacking his arm again, her body shuddering as chills crawled over her skin.

Xander shrugged, eyes narrowed as he watched her from the corners of his eyes. “I wanted to smell the ocean air.”

“We live on an island, you always smell the ocean air.”

He chuckled, sounding like mischief, lifting one hand in surrender before returning it to the wheel. “You caught me. I just wanted to see that beautiful pink on your cheeks.”

Scarlet clapped both hands over her cheeks, covering them from view. “Excuse me?!”

He grinned wider, his eyes dark as the sky during a summer storm. “It’s one of my favourite colours.”

“Xander.”

He slid his eyes back to the road, his tone nonchalant, but his voice warm and heady as the spiced wine they’d had the night before. “Although my favourite is the pretty red your cheeks turn when you’re excited.”

“Alexand-”

“Or the deep wine red colour your lips turn when you’ve been thoroughly kissed.”

She considered reaching over and yanking the wheel from him and throwing them both into the ocean. She could not believe this, could not believe what he was saying. She’d known him for more than half her life and yet he still teased her like this, still said such silly, devilish things that her heartbeat thrummed against her chest with the speed of hummingbird wings. That made her stomach flip and twist, made her press her thighs together at the horribly needy ache that bloomed there when he smiled the way he was smiling now.

“Oh look, we’re here!” He sang, pulling the car into park.

Scarlet was caught off-guard, too wrapped up in being annoyed that he could make her ache without having to touch her in the slightest, that he could tease her like this and get away with it. She hadn’t realized they’d pulled into a parking garage, that their drive was almost over.

And it wasn’t until she’d gotten from the car and taken Xander’s hand that she remembered the oily feeling that had coated her veins when they’d tried leaving the house. She felt heavy, felt such guilt that she had not brought the girls along.

She imagined how happy they would be, gurgling and wiggling in their slings as Scarlet and Xander carried them around. Perhaps they could have taken them to the park, where peacocks roamed freely and where a little petting zoo was. They could have taken the girls out of their slings and held them so they could see the baby goats running past. Then they could have taken them to try ice cream, buying a small vanilla cone and letting the girls have a taste just to see their faces light up with joy.

Guilt churned in her belly, even as the thought of bringing the girls warmed her heart. Guilt that she was ruining the day, that she was too focused on being their mama and not on the nice day Xander had planned. That she wasn’t letting herself enjoy her time and the day would be wasted.

She sighed, pulling at her necklace, fiddling with her ring. She felt like an oceanside cliff, or perhaps more like a rock stuck in the sand of a beach. The tide came again and again, emotions bashing her like waves, threatening to drag her from the shore.

Xander’s words before they had left had helped, but pretty words didn’t banish the feelings in her heart and her mind. They could not stop the twist of her belly, the cold feeling that sluiced in her chest.

She felt a hand in hers, squeezing gently. An anchor to keep her grounded, to keep her from being drawn away.

She didn’t know how to reconcile the feelings, how to live with them churning in her veins.

She wished it were as easy as punching a robot, or sneaking through an enemy spaceship, or using her staves. But this seemed harder than tearing through a ship’s navigation controls or letting herself be bait to be chased or flying a pegasus.

Perhaps because there was no true end to these feelings, just the hope that they would soften with age, become so subdued that they would settle to the back of her mind. That they would fade away, nearly forgotten, and would disappear one day without her knowing.

That was the way with these things. There was no way to force them away, no way to come out the other side the way fighting an army of robots had.

Xander squeezed her hand again, seeming to sense her introspection, that he was losing her in the stream of her own thoughts.

“Why don’t we get something to drink, first?” He offered. Not that he really waited for a reply before dragging Scarlet down the street to one of his favourite coffee shops.

For the teasing she’d endured, Scarlet made him buy her a brownie as well as a warm coffee. It was only fair, after all, that she be given some form of recompense.

She beamed as she broke off pieces of brownie, the paper bag crinkling in her hand as she held it close to her chest. The girls couldn’t yet have brownies, but she couldn’t help wondering how they would react to one, if they would like them. She was almost certain they would, both of them seeming to have a taste for anything that was incredibly, tooth-achingly sweet.

Xander did not try to steal any of her brownie, which was a welcome relief since she wasn’t particularly inclined to share. Normally he would whine and slump against her or try distracting her with his lips and his teeth, but this time he did not. Instead he just tugged on her sleeve or slipped his arm around her waist when he wanted to guide her down another street or wanted to pop into a store.

They browsed one of the smaller bookstores first, wandering through the cramped aisles, brushing fingers over the spines. There wasn’t much that they liked so they wandered back out, pausing long enough to stop into the tea and pastry shop next door and buy a piece of cake each.

It was cold outside, snow clinging to the barren branches of trees and in the crevices and cracks in the sidewalk and fluttering through the air like scraps of ivory tissue paper. But they walked around as they ate, huddling on a bench by the harbour, watching the ocean waves lap gently against the stone of the harbour walkway.

Snow clung to their clothes and their hands, and at times Scarlet had to set her little dessert to the side while Xander took her hands in his to warm them. But once they were done they still remained, curled together, remembering when they had been younger, when they had wandered this walkway after school or during the holiday breaks. When they would buy little cakes just like this and sit in the snow even though their fingers ached from the cold.

There had been more people, then, even during the winter. Tourists wandering aimlessly, locals searching out a quiet spot, a calm moment in the sea of madness the city used to sometimes be.

But now there was hardly anyone, even as the city rebuilt. It was quiet, their voices seeming to echo in the air, ringing clear as bells. Birds cried overhead, lone seagulls and crows looking for crumbs to steal.

Her stomach twisted, a strange ache filling her chest. Something close to melancholy spilled through her blood, although she couldn’t put her finger on what it was, or why.

Perhaps it had something to do with the way things had changed. The city, different than it had once been. Her, different than she had once been. Xander too.

Different, but still good, still precious, even if there were scars they carried that could not be erased.

She wanted to bring the girls one day, wanted to bring them here, where it was quiet and they could listen to the ocean. Sometimes she would play ocean sounds when she settled them down for naps, and she thought it might calm them. Especially if they had been given ice cream beforehand, and gotten to visit the petting zoo and the park, so much excitement that their little bodies would surely be filled with energy that needed to be soothed.

“What are you thinking?” Xander asked, a line between his brow.

Scarlet shrugged. “I’m thinking that things are different. That everything is the same, but everything is different.”

He leaned his head against hers, humming. “Sometimes different is good.”

“You’re right. But it’s still strange.”

“It is.”

She sighed, closing her eyes as a flurry of snow blew against her face. “I was thinking it might be nice to bring the girls here.”

He ran his hand up and down her side. “Here?”

She nodded, opening her eyes. “Yeah. Take them to the park, to the petting zoo. Maybe buy them a little ice cream.”

Xander chuckled at that. “They would love that.”

“And then bring them here, until they fall asleep.”

He squeezed her closer. “You know, then they’d be just like their mother.”

“Excuse me?”

Xander smirked. “You don’t remember?”

Scarlet shuffled through her memories, the ones long before her powers had grown. Some were salt-touched and echoing with the scream of gulls, others enveloped in a delicate pink glow reminiscent of the cherry blossoms that bloomed throughout the city.

“Falling asleep, your head falling in my lap,” he chuckled, far too smug to be telling a lie.

Scarlet’s face burned and she drew away from him. “I don’t remember that.”

He snorted, trying and failing to take her hand before she pulled it out of reach. “You don’t? When we went to that horror escape room? The one with the zombie?”

Scarlet shuddered, the echo of a memory singing in the back of her mind.

“You can’t tell me you don’t remember.”

She stuck her nose up, huffing as she crossed her arms. “I do not.”

She didn’t see him in the corner of her vision as he swept forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. She stifled a shout as he perched his chin on her shoulder, sighing.

“I can’t believe you, sunbeam,” he whined, shaking his head so his hair tickled her cheek. “Forgetting such an important day for me.”

“You said that about ribfest.”

“Ribfest last year was important to me,” he argued, but she could feel his smile against her skin.

“It was half the size it usually is, love,” she teased, brushing snowflakes from his hair. “I’m sure there have been better years.”

He huffed, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. “Doesn’t make it any less important to me.”

His breath and his hair against her skin tickled, and she couldn’t help laughing.

“What even happened then?” She asked, laughing as he continued to nuzzle his nose against her face.

“If you don’t remember then I’m not telling,” he said, pulling away suddenly to feign dismay. His nose wrinkled, his arms crossing. “It’s my secret now.”

Scarlet poked his side, sliding closer. “Aw, don’t be like that.”

Xander opened his mouth to say something else, but paused as an alarm erupted into the quiet. He pulled his phone out, silencing the noise.

“What was that for?”

He shrugged, tucking his phone away. “I set an alarm so we knew when an hour passed.”

She opened her mouth, closed it again. “Ah, I see.”

“If you don’t want to be out any longer, we can go home,” he offered. The corners of his eyes creased, his brows wrinkling as he took her hand. “I’m happy with whatever you decide.”

Scarlet bit down on the inside of her cheek, the fingers of her free hand twisting in the chain of her necklace. They could go home now, she’d satisfied his request. They could go home and she could hold her babies and cuddle them close and listen to their nonsense babbles.

But something in her heart ached as the cool winter air seeped beneath her skin. Something she didn’t understand.

“Maybe we can stay out a little while longer,” she said, squeezing Xander’s hand. “If that’s alright?”

He pressed a kiss to her hand, and then to her cheek, his expression all softness. Like early morning sunshine, like blankets fresh from the dryer, like downy feathers. Like warm caresses that are little more than breaths against her cheeks, her arms, her hands, reminding her that she is loved and she is good and she is human.

“As you wish, sunbeam,” he said, brushing one last kiss to the tip of her nose. “Although I do have one request.”

She furrowed her brow, wondering what it was that Xander could possibly request. Wondering if he was about to pull his usual trick, hand on his chest, on the injury that had long-since healed.

“Can we please get something to eat? I’m starving.”

Scarlet snorted, and then she giggled, and then more laughter bubbled from her like she was drunk on wine.

“I didn’t realize my hunger was that funny,” Xander said, tone dry, but she still caught a glimpse of his smile. “For that, I want to pick the place we eat.”

“Oh Xander, can’t we get some really fancy ramen? I really want something salty.”

He scoffed, pressing his hand to the old injury, right on cue. Scarlet snickered, covering her mouth as Xander glowered.

“You would deny me the ability to choose our lunch? After Harmony threw up on me this morning?”

Giggles filtered from between her fingers. “She threw up on me too? I was in the middle of burping her.”

“And she projectile threw up on me!”

Scarlet shook her head, resting her brow on his shoulder. “Alright, you win. Where would you like to have lunch?”

He touched a finger to his lips. “It’s a surprise.”

Scarlet would have rolled her eyes, but something about the way he spoke filled her heart with mirth. So, instead, she took his offered hand, letting him lead the way.

***

Xander leaned back against the headboard of the bed, crossing his arms to emulate his wife as she stood across the room, arms crossed, an annoyed scowl fixed on her face.

Rather than her glare, however, he grinned, satisfied that his ploy had worked.

He’d hidden her notebooks and her favourite pen, and he knew she wouldn’t want to start notes on a loose sheet of paper, or write music in a different coloured pen.

“You hid my things.”

He feigned innocence, tipping his head to the side like the singbirds on their windowsill in the early morning. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“My notebooks, and my pen.”

“The pink one?”

She narrowed her eyes, stalking closer to the bed. “You can drop the act. I know it was you.”

“What was me, my sunbeam?”

She arched a brow, eyes sweeping across the room. Not that she would find anything; his hiding places were a well guarded secret that even Iris did not know of. She could read his mind, but she’d never yet been able to find that particular piece of information.

He extended his arms, reaching for her where she stood near the bed. “Why don’t you get ready for bed, sunbeam. You’re tired, I’m sure you’ve just misplaced your things and you’ll find them in the morning.”

He couldn’t help the grin that pulled at the corners of his lips. Scarlet’s eyes narrowed, twisting her wedding band around her finger again and again as she continued her relentless glare.

“I guess I could just use some scrap paper and a random pen until I find them.”

She made to turn to go, but Xander leaned forward, snagging her wrist. “You should rest, love.”

“It’s not that late.”

“Scarlet, it’s after 1am.”

She faltered, peeking at him over her shoulder. “Then why are you still up?”

She had a fair point. He was usually in bed much earlier. He would get the girls up and give them morning bottles and play with them while Scarlet got a bit of extra rest, and once she was up he would attend to the paperwork and unending stream of emails constantly cluttering his desk and computer.

But he couldn’t say the reason he was up late was because he’d been hiding her things. So he picked the second truth, which he considered to be just as important.

“I just couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, still grinning, not really able to stop himself. “I missed you.”

Scarlet sighed, his words an arrow finding a chink in her armour. “Truly?”

“I mean it. I wouldn’t lie to you, sunbeam.”

He just wouldn’t tell her the entire truth.

She watched him for a long, long moment, her eyes glowing in the dark. Had he been anyone else he would have been unnerved, their golden glow inhuman in the shadows. But he had grown up with those eyes, knew what lay beyond their shine.

He also knew she could absolutely make them glow a little brighter, a tactic she’d used to set criminals on edge when they’d been younger.

He pressed his hand to his old wound, popping his bottom lip out in a pout, hoping it would tug on her heart enough for her to relent.

Finally, after what could have been an eternity or barely a second, her shoulders slumped and she yielded. “Alright. Give me a minute to change.”

Xander released her wrist, beaming so bright he surely outshine the moon and her stars. Scarlet crossed the room, rifling through her drawers until she found her pajamas and quickly changed, sparing him a tired glare as he continued to grin.

“You’re insufferable, you know,” she muttered, letting herself be dragged from her feet and under the blankets.

Xander nestled his chin on her shoulder, breathing in the smell of peonies and cinnamon and baby powder. “It’s one of my many charms.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and Scarlet settled her hands over his. “Will you give me back my things in the morning?”

He snorted, kissing the spot just behind her ear. “I’m sure you’ll find your things once you get a good night's sleep.”

“You can be absolutely dreadful sometimes, you know that right?”

“I have many talents.”

She scoffed, and he kissed her again. “Go to sleep, my sunbeam. I just want you to sleep well.”

She sighed, but he could feel something in the way her body settled, like she was letting herself sink into the pillows.

“I love you,” he murmured, sensing oblivion was close at hand. She was always so much quicker at falling asleep than he was.

Another sigh, her fingers wrapping around his wrists as she squeezed, her words little more than a whisper in the dark. “I love you, too.”

He waited until her breathing grew steady, until he was certain she was asleep, before he let himself sleep too, knowing now that she was safe.

***

Had she the words to describe the fire crawling beneath her skin, Scarlet would have used it.

But unfortunately she did not, which meant she was left to scrabble through similar words, not-quite-synonyms, to describe what she felt as Xander stood before her, beaming with a smug delight that made her feel like she was a teenager all over, and she was about to ignite into a wildfire.

He laughed, the sound echoing through the house, empty of everyone except for them. Even the twins were gone, taken out by Flora and Babs for the day. It made her burn more, and she worried she would turn to ash in the wind spilling from the window cracked open in the kitchen.

Xander stepped closer, and she stepped back, more on reflex than anything as he continued to grin. There was icing on his cheek, a cream cheese frosting trail that crept into his hair, and she had the incessant urge to reach up and wipe it away.

But doing that meant getting closer to him, and she was certain she would set him on fire too if she got too close.

“There’s frosting on your face,” he murmured, reaching out as Scarlet bumped up against the wall.

She bit down on the inside of her cheek as her stomach twisted, threads of fire tangling together in her belly. He swiped his finger across her cheek, down her jawline, through the frosting that had splattered against her. His smile was still smug, and he seemed far too pleased with himself as he lifted his hand, displaying the pink frosting on his fingers.

He lifted his fingers to his mouth, and Scarlet’s breathing shuddered, her lungs seeming to convulse as no air was drawn in from her lips.

He licked the frosting from his fingers, so slowly she thought she would turn to tinder for the heat in her skin. The tangled fire in her belly knotted, growing heavier, harder to ignore.

He tipped his head to the side, clearly enjoying himself, and for a moment her mind was rinsed clear, flames extinguished. She considered pinching his cheek and slipping away under the arm he casually bracketed on her one side.

But he spoke and the drop of sanity fizzled away, nothing more than smoke twisted within the smoke of the flames. “Are you mad?”

There was a petulant note to his voice, like he was moments from pouting. But his eyes were bright, the blue of a clear evening sky that hadn’t yet succumbed to night and the silvery glow of the stars. His smile, too, remained, the lone dimple in his right cheek becoming more and more distracting the longer he smirked.

“Why would I be mad?” She muttered, struggling to find something to fix her gaze on that wasn’t a part of Xander.

Not his face, not his arms, not his chest. She made the mistake of looking down, trying to find a spot on the ground to focus on, only for her eyes to slip past his slim waist, catching on the very noticeable bulge before she could look away.

The knotted threads of heat grew taut in her belly, her heartbeat a thundering, erratic pulse in her ears.

He moved closer, barely a breath between them as he took her face in his free hand, tilting it up as he leaned closer. He hummed, seeming to inspect the frosting still on her cheek and neck.

“I don’t think it’s going to be wiped up so easily.”

She could have smacked him. How could he talk so casually right now when she was certain to set the house on fire? When heat continued to bundle in her core, growing tighter and harder to ignore with every passing second.

She lost her breath entirely when he licked the frosting from her skin, sighing a little as if it was divine, as if it was more than lumpy frosting she’d been mixing a few minutes ago.

“Xander,” she chided, although there was no real reproach behind it, no real force. She gave a half-hearted shove against his chest, but there was no strength in her arms.

She wasn’t really trying to push him away, her legs like jelly, her heart in her throat. The rational side of her was slowly fading away into mist, curling upwards and far, far away from her mind where she most needed it.

“What?” He drawled, lips curling up in a smile that smouldered like a slow, languid fire before bursting into flame. “Did I miss a spot?”

Scarlet felt a little like a mouse being batted between a cat’s paws. Xander knew she was struggling to find her voice, she could see it in the shadows in his eyes, the spark of light like stars where the blue turned dark as midnight. And he seemed to be utterly delighted by it.

She would have smacked him had she any strength left in her arms.

“Or maybe you didn’t like it,” he mused, stroking her cheek for a moment, as though he were in thought.

He pouted then, although his eyes were still bright, and he was still enjoying every moment of his little game. “If you don’t like it, does that mean you’ll punish me?”

Scarlet blinked, the gears in her mind grinding to a halt.

What?

She shook her head, tasting ash on her tongue, smelling smoke in the air. The wall she was pressed against was growing warmer by the second, and she knew it was only a matter of time before it really did catch flame.

He hummed, taking her hand and guiding it behind him. “Will you hold my hands behind me?”

She thought her head might combust. She barely had the strength to keep her legs under her, let alone anything else.

Xander chuckled, as if reading her mind. The sound was warm, gently dragging across her nerves and sending tendrils of heat to the knot in her core. She could feel warmth spreading between her legs now, but she couldn’t move lest Xander took notice.

But he had always been a little too perceptive, and he noticed as she shuffled her feet, trying to draw her attention away in the hopes it would stop the fire beneath her skin.

“Would you like me to show you?” He asked, his voice feather soft. His pout dropped away, his hand returning to her face, caressing the line of her jaw. “Because I can.”

“Xander…” She trailed off, her voice cracking before slipping away.

His hands fell to her thighs, like he was about to pick her up and carry her away, that smug little smile like a permanent fixture on his face. When her senses returned to her she was absolutely going to pinch his cheeks until he begged for forgiveness.

“Should I carry you? You look a little unsteady.”

She hesitated, certain this was another one of his little tricks. Although her options were already quite limited, and she knew already that he was going to have his way whether she let him carry her away or if they remained here in the kitchen.

One of his hands brushed against the spot just below his shoulder, where the old wound lay, and Scarlet felt herself snap back to reality for the barest of moments. She was already the proverbial putty in his hands, she didn’t understand why he was guilting her now too.

“Alright,” she managed, wrapping her arms around his neck so she could bury her face against his shoulder. She did not want to see how wide his smile had grown, how victorious he likely looked as she scooped her into his arm, her legs wrapping around his waist.

Scarlet winced, stifling a whine, as he seemed to press his hips a little too forcefully against the heat between her thighs.

“Now what would you like?” He teased, even as he began walking, carrying her away. She peeked over his shoulder, wincing as she noted the charred smudge against the wall. She really had nearly set the kitchen on fire.

“Whatever you want,” she grumbled, twisting her fingers into his hair.

Xander chuckled, a joyous, mirthful sound. Utterly at odds with the way his hand was creeping up her back, quickly unclipping the hooks of her bra. “Then I am very, very lucky.”

“Because I’m letting you do what you want?” She asked, peeling away to meet his gaze, bewildered.

He shook his head, brushing his lips to her jaw. “No. Because I get to be with you.”

She peered down at her arms to see the gentle golden glow that so often enveloped her when her heart felt warm. A different warmth, not made of wildfires and smoke and lingering ash. It was the gentle heat of candle flames and morning hugs and a warm mug nestled between her palms.

She cupped his cheek, some of that glow washing over Xander’s face, turning him to gold. “Then I am very, very lucky too.”

***

Scarlet held up two DVD cases, even as she knew exactly how Xander was going to react.

She watched as he hummed softly, eyes flicking between the two options, before he slid his hand over the DVD case next to him and he held it up.

Scarlet groaned, although part of her knew he was expecting it, and so she had prepared her response in advance. She knew this song and dance, knew exactly how his eyes were going to sparkle, his lips were going to quirk up.

If he started lifting his hand…

She narrowed her eyes, watching as he patted his hand to the old wound.

Enough of that.

She would have wiggled from his arms and slipped away, but another thought began to take hold in her mind. It was hard to ignore, especially now, when his eyes had caught the soft light of the lamp in the corner, when his cheeks were flushed the pink of fresh peonies, when his hair was mussed and soft as silk between her fingers.

Her teeth ached a little, and she leaned over, biting his bicep.

Xander sucked in a quick breath, his eyes wide as Scarlet peeked up at him. The pink in his cheeks had quickly deepened, but his smile still remained, the corners of his lips quivering.

“Sunbeam,” he said, enunciating slowly. “What are you doing?”

She bit him a little harder, giggling when he gaped.

But Xander was quick to succumb to his fate, snorting as he ran his free hand through her hair. “Okay, we can watch your movie choice.”

Beaming, Scarlet pulled back, patting his arm as though she hadn’t just gently bitten him like a toddler. “Thank you, love.”

His brows furrowed as she got up to put the movie into the video player, his smile bemused. “What was that for?”

“What was what?” She feigned innocence, snagging a soft red blanket to wrap around herself, savouring the feeling of having no one clinging to her for a few moments.

The girls were napping, and a few of their friends had agreed to keep an eye on the baby monitor so neither she nor Xander had to worry if the twins started fussing.

Xander gestured to his arm, to the tooth marks in the fabric of his shirt. “Take a guess.”

She shrugged, considering whether she would be able to get away with biting him a second time.

Seeming to sense the twist of her thoughts, Xander covered his arm where she had bitten him, wrinkling his nose. “You won’t get me a second time.”

“We’ll see about that!”

He blinked at her chipper tone, looking more confused than before as she fell back on the couch beside him, pulling the blanket up to her chin.

“It’s revenge for all the times you’ve pulled your little trick,” she said, waving her hand towards where the wound had been. “When you put your hand over the scar from the wound that I healed for you!”

Xander had the good sense to look the slightest bit bashful, the red of his cheeks turning to a blazing crimson, the colour creeping up beneath the soft waves of his sunshine hair.

He offered her a shy smile, and Scarlet felt her ire beginning to wane. Which was absolutely, unbelievably unfair. How could he just flash the smallest of smiles and all her grievances would just melt away?

“I was only teasing,” he mumbled, reaching out to wrap her in his arms, a hand tangling in her unbound hair. “Just a little teasing.”

“More than a little,” she groused, pinching his side.

Xander huffed, knocking her hand away. “Alright, alright,” he conceded. “I’ll stop.”

“You promise?”

He leaned his head down, and Scarlet was certain the words ‘I promise’ were on his lips. That he was about to apologize once more and swear not to tease her with the old wound.

Except his head dipped to the side, and Scarlet was too shocked to make a noise as his teeth sank into the skin of her shoulder.

All she could do was blink, too stunned to form a single thought. Xander was chuckling, smirking as he pulled away, but still Scarlet couldn’t make a single thought.

She was far too dazed, lost in the fog of astonishment.

She didn’t know why she didn’t think he’d do something like that; it was peak Xander. Turning her attempt to grab his attention against her, dulling her faculties through pure shock alone.

The desire to pinch him once more piercing through the veil of surprise was the first clue that she was coming back to herself. Now if only she could move from his arms, putting space and a wall of pillows between them. Make him feel a little bad for teasing her again. And so shamelessly.

But in this moment Xander was much quicker than she was, and she remained wholly tangled in his arms, her cheek against his shoulder as he continued beaming with far more self-satisfaction than he deserved.

“What was that for?!” She snapped, wriggling uselessly so at least she didn’t have to look at his face as he smirked.

“Just some teasing.”

“You never promised to stop.”

“I don’t plan to.”

She scoffed, reaching for his hands to pry herself free from him one finger at a time. “You are the worst. Utterly incorrigible. You are-”

He flipped his hands around to grab hers, drawing them up to his lips in half a breath. She looked away, focusing on the television screen and doing her best to ignore the smile she felt like a half-moon curved against her palm.

“Handsome? Adoring? Beloved?”

“I was going to say ‘annoying,’” she muttered.

But Xander only laughed once more, and she could see his smile in her mind, see the way the tips of his ears would turn the colour of rose petals, how his hair would spill over his brow as he tilted his head to the right, his eyes half-closed, little more than slits of sun-warmed sky.

“I’ll stop,” he murmured against her palm. “For now. But I can’t promise I won’t tease you in some other way.”

Scarlet couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her lips as she finally did look back at him.

He truly was wearing a self-satisfied smirk, his cheeks and ears stained in rose-petal pink, his hair messy and perfect for running her fingers through.

“Surely you can’t expect me to give up teasing entirely,” he asked, the smallest of pouts on his lips.

Scarlet grinned wider, knowing that would be like asking him not to breathe oxygen, or her not to love him with the entirety of her heart and her soul. “I could never.”

Xander’s smile softened, the corners of his eyes creasing as he released one of her hands to cup her cheek. “You are the most precious person in my entire life.”

“And you’re mine.”

He arched a brow, settling back against the cushions, although still he held Scarlet close. Not that she minded much now; her indignation had passed, and once more her heart felt warm and full of the sunlit love and contentment she always felt with him.

“Does that mean you won’t bite me again?” He asked, his eyes glittering like a star-drenched midnight.

Scarlet’s mouth quirked up, and she shook her head, hoping she was able to fully emulate the spark of mischief dancing like a candle flame in her chest. “I can’t make any promises.”

Xander laughed, dragging the blanket around them both, cocooning them together. “I don’t know what I expected.”

He nuzzled his nose against her temple, his lips brushing against the corner of her eye. He was so warm, and he smelled as he always did, of citrus and fresh, sunwarmed linens. And a little of baby powder now, and the homemade applesauce Melody had thrown at him when he’d tried feeding her lunch.

The image of his expression as he gaped at their daughter, applesauce dripping from his face, rose in Scarlet’s mind. She snorted, covering her mouth to try and stifle the laughter.

He poked her side, although he did not pull away. “What are you laughing about?”

“Just thinking.”

“You’re thinking about the applesauce, aren’t you?”

Scarlet bit her lip before she said anything more.

“Don’t get any ideas,” he grumbled, and she felt the wrinkle of his nose against her skin.

“I would never.”

He scraped his teeth against the side of her face, snorting as she gasped. “I don’t believe you.”

Scarlet pressed her hand to his chest, shoving him away so he could no longer nip at her. “Shoo! Shoo!”

Laughing, Xander relented, although he did not let go of her entirely, instead electing to tuck her head beneath his chin, his arms wrapping around her.

“Are you sure you want to be this close to me?” She asked, tapping his arm where he’d already been bitten. “Your arm might not be safe.”

He sighed, the sound tangling in her hair. “I’m more than happy to risk it.”

For that she did bite him again, but only so he would laugh, so she could hear it dance through the room like music, so she would feel his smile against her head, and she knew he was just as happy as she was. Even if she did occasionally take her revenge against his mischief.

#ocs #the luminaries saga #scarlet parker duval-rogers #xander parker duval-rogers #scarlet parker oc #xander duval-rogers oc #the luminaries #this is like post epilogue of the story #original fiction #original characters

1 note · View note

strafepanzer · 2 years

Text

loverboy | k.bakugo

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: 18+ adult content!!! fem!reader x prohero!bakugo. mildly suggestive content, mild blood tw, PINING (idk if it’s mutual yet lmaooo)

▸ ▸ ▸ wc: tumblr add word count function to drafts when??

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: bakugo just one chance pls.

▸ part two ▸

“‘Bride Entrance Songs for Walking Down the Aisle’?” He can’t help the incredulous tone of his voice, the way his chin tilts up, nose wrinkles. “Aren’t you a bit single for that playlist?”

You’re lounging on the couch, remote in your hand pointed at the television, Spotify up on the screen. It’s a particularly hot day, and everyone else is enjoying the pool or lounging in the sun outside. You’d complained about the humidity and snuck away about ten minutes ago— not that he’s timing you or anything.

“Fuck you, Bakugo, I’m preparing.” You snap without malice, huge sunglasses pushed high on your head. “It’s what women do when they’re in their late twenties and have limited romantic prospects.”

“You have visitors.” He crosses his arms. “Isn’t this something you do when you’re alone, eating ice cream and stalking your exes on social media?”

You ignore him, clicking into songs, then clicking out of them. There’s a pout on your face, and he can’t really help feel curious about what brought on this sudden need to explore wedding songs.

But he doesn’t want you to know he’s curious.

“These songs suck ass.” He lands on, falling into the armchair closest to him.

“And what do you suggest I search?” You drawl, eyes on the screen as you jump songs again.

“No no, this is your pity party, princess; don’t wanna ruin the fun.” He insists, entirely sarcastic.

You snort laughter and he finds it endearing. Too endearing.

“My sister just got engaged.” You admit, searching more playlists with ‘wedding’ in the title. “You know? My little sister? My twenty-two year old baby sister?”

Fantastic. This is all suddenly starting to make sense.

“She just text me that her boyfriend proposed and ‘don’t get mad, but he got me that emerald cut diamond you like so much’ blah blah blah, ugh.” You pout, throwing the remote at him— he catches it— and grabbing a throw pillow to aggressively cuddle. “Now it’s gonna be all over Facebook, and I’m gonna be the big sister that still-lives-in-a-share-house-with-college-friends-despite-having-graduated-a-million-years-ago— I hate it here!” You whine, the before mentioned pity party now in full swing.

He just watches as you work yourself up, as you internally wage war with your family, back flat on the couch, head on the armrest like he’s Freud psychoanalysing you or something. He hates himself for taking note that you’re still in your swimsuit, that despite covering your torso with that cushion, he can see the entirety of your legs as you kick them about and wave them in the air.

It’s distracting.

“She’s only been with him for two years.” You complain, prepared to rant more.

But you can’t, because he surprises himself and blurts: “So?”

You bristle and roll onto your tummy, offended. “Whaddaya mean ‘so’?” Your voice is kinda mocking, but there’s a glimmer of surprise there, like you didn’t expect him to have that opinion on it.

So, he sticks to his guns. “I mean, doesn’t matter how long you’ve known someone.”

“Oh really? Suddenly you’re a romantic?” You smile, and all at once he’s reminded that you’re in your swimwear, redirects that glare down to his scarred up hands.

“It ain’t that deep, just,” he takes a breath, fidgets with a raised cuticle on his thumb. “If you know, you know.”

You’re both quiet then, that slow, moody piano filling the silence as he wills himself to sneak a look at you, gauge your reaction. When he does, he meets your distant stare, like you’re looking through him, almost.

“You’re in love, aren’t you? You already met them.” Your smile is small, fond.

It’s his turn to bristle, he knows that, but he’s awestruck by you, your revelation. He winces, that cuticle pulled too far, and glances down in time to watch the blood surface and pool.

“They must be special, to have caught your eye.” You say softly as he covers the speck with his thumb and presses.

“They are,” he mutters, unable to deny you, unable to deny that.

“I’m jealous.” You state, voice softer still. “I thought we would grow old and lonely together.”

“We will,” he looks at you then, catches your stare. “She’ll never know how much I care about her.”

There’s a moment of understanding between the two of you, and his heart absolutely hammers behind his rib cage. He wants to ask if you get it, if you can read his mind, his heart. Who else does he cave for, who else does he entertain above all others? Who else would he join in desolation when there’s beers and sun and fun outside?

Who else would pique his curiosity as much as you do?

Who else challenges him like you do?

It’s a shame Eijirou enters when he does, a shame the moment’s ruined. You’re embarrassed for some reason and an excuse is made, then you’re heading back outside, leaving Katsuki and Eijirou to watch you go.

“Did you tell her?” Eijirou’s voice is small, his hand big on his shoulder.

“Nah, I didn’t.”

“You should.”

“I know.”

#bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #leese writes #panzer.writing #HELP MEEEEEEE #coping with life using this ficlet? maybe!!

2K notes · View notes

sparklingchim · 2 years

Text

long way home 07 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.2k

rating: pg

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

warnings: jealous and angy koo 😠, nabi just being cute and living her life

summary: the one where jungkook has to deal with your rejection for the first time.

a/n: its 4am and this is unedited so pls don't mind the mistakes 🏃‍♀️

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

Jungkook is well aware of the fact that he shouldn't be doing this.

Yet, he finds no other solution to solve his problem.

And just like always when he stands in front of something insuperable - he calls you.

With Nabi laying on his chest he rubs her little tummy, tickling her with his fingers every now and then to hear her amused giggles and squeaks. She woke up from her nap a while ago and Jungkook fed her and toon her back to his bed to cuddle.

He waits for you to answer the call but you don't pick up.

You've done that a lot these past days. You're usually not one to ignore his calls and always call him back when you get the time. Your replies to his messages are short and vacuous. He misses the funny stickers you'd sent him once in a while.

Jungkook knows that it's because you're still pissed at him and he will make it up to you. He has a few things planned for your birthday that's coming soon.

He stares at the ceiling, pondering what to do. When Jungkook feels Nabi moving on his chest he looks down at her, watching as she tries to roll around with the little strength she has.

Jungkook has his arms close to her tiny form to shield her from accidentally rolling onto the bed.

With a little help Nabi had rolled around completely, now laying on her tummy and directly gazing into her daddy's eyes.

Jungkook marvels at Nabi's accomplishment. "Good job, Nabi," he coos, rubbing her back. "You did so well, baby." He leans down to give her forehead a peck and Nabi replies with a high-pitched squeak.

"You gonna start walking soon, hm?"

"Daaaa."

"It's dada, baby. Try saying dada."

Nabi is silent after that, not saying a word anymore but still having a toothless smile adorning her face. Nabi is still far form saying any correct words but Jungkook can't wait to hear her first word.

"What do you think, Nabi? Would y/n pick up if I called her again?" His thumb hovers over the call button.

Nabi wiggles her legs in the air, soon kicking her feet on Jungkook's belly. He squeezes her cheeks with one hand, her soft and squishy baby fat making it irresistible for Jungkook not to do this every time he's looking at her. Her skin is so soft. Jungkook's inked fingers making her light skin look even smoother, fairer.

She giggles after Jungkook lets go of her doughy cheeks. "I take that as a yes?"

Jungkook sighs, calling you for the second time. This time around you actually answer.

"Hi?"

"Oh- hey, y/n. How are you?" Jungkook is a bit startled to hear your voice, he didn't expect you to answer.

"I'm good, what's up?"

"Just...I got called in for work because Namjoon is sick and I have to take over his boxing class. The babysitter I hired doesn't work on Tuesday and Thursday," he explains, running his hand over his face. "Can you help me out, please? It won't be for too long."

"I can't, I'm not home right now. I'm with Jimin," you reply.

Jungkook casts a confused look to the clock on his wall.

"You're still at work?" he inquires. You should've been home hours ago.

"No, I'm...We're getting food right now. It was a busy day today so he invited me to eat dinner with him."

Jungkook's lips part and he wants to say something, but nothing leaves his mouth. You're going out with Jimin. For dinner.

Jungkook knows that he shouldn't be feeling this but he can't shut his feelings off so he allows the jealousy to run through his body, circle his heart and throttle it so hard he feels the frustration leaking into every cell of his body.

It's okay, he tells himself. It's just dinner. With Jimin. The guy you had kissed and the guy that you had confused feelings for.

Jungkook thought you didn't want to start anything with Jimin. But if you're willing to go out with him then it can only mean that you've made up your mind. Maybe you had sorted your feelings out, knew what you wanted now.

"Well, that's a pity - I mean, good for you, have fun and enjoy your meal. I'll see what I can do now, I guess." It's a pity for him, cause now he's got a baby to bring to work.

"Maybe ask Areum if she can babysit."

Jungkook didn't have doubts about you still being mad at him but even if he had doubts - that sentence would've proven him wrong. You are pissed.

You know exactly that he can't - wouldn't - ask Areum to babysit Nabi. He doesn't trust anyone. Hiring a babysitter for her was hard enough.

Even if he had no trust issues, it would've been weird calling Areum since he hadn't texted her for about five days now. Jungkook had messaged her that he would be busy the next days and wouldn't have much time. Which, it wasn't a complete lie. He had been busy with finding the perfect babysitter for Nabi. And he really thought he'd found the perfect one, Jungkook really liked her and after meeting her once and going through all the stuff he felt like Nabi was in good hands.

Jungkook thought she was nice and very likeable. The thing is, Nabi didn't think the same way.

The babysitter had told Jungkook that Nabi had been fussy and crying the whole time, refused to eat and sleep. He had gotten countless of messages and call from her while he was at work. He thought Nabi just needed to get used to her but Nabi's behaviour didn't change. Nabi hated her. And Jungkook didn't know what to do.

He decided to wait and see if Nabi will come accustomed to the babysitter sometime soon and if that won't happen...well, there are many other babysitters in town waiting for Nabi. She has to like at least one of them...hopefully.

"Yeah, maybe I should call her." But you both know that he won't.

"Sorry, Gguk. See ya!"

"Bye," he replies, throwing his phone across his bed when you hang up. He groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

When Jungkook focuses his attention back to Nabi he notices that the end of his hoodie string somehow made its way into her mouth and she's contentedly sucking on it. He rubs her back, not quite sure if it's to comfort Nabi or to soothe himself.

"This is totally fine," Jungkook mumbles. Not only referring to how he now has to bring his baby to work but also how you're eating dinner with Jimin right now. "Totally fine," he says, his pulse rising as the image of you two eating together in some restaurant floods his mind. Fucking hell Park Jimin.

"You've always wanted to see dada teaching kids how to box, right?" Jungkook asks as he holds Nabi's small form to his chest and gets up.

At least Jungkook can unleash his frustration when he gets to work. Whacking the boxing bag while imagining Jimin's face will surely help.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fic #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook angst #dilf jungkook #single dad jungkook #jungkook friends to lovers #jungkook smut #bts scenario

2K notes · View notes

bunnys-babies · 3 years

Text

What They Bring to a Picnic

BNHA x reader

warning(s): none! <3 not edited

a/n: tyyyy @kirixfilms for the ideaaaa :)) <333 big hugs! my thoughts on what they’d bring to a picnic date :) and what a perfect way to send the summer season on its way!

characters: izuku, shoto, iida, kirishima, ochaco, bakugou, denki, sero, & mina

Izuku

Homemade Pinwheels

He spent an ungodly amount of hours on pinterest trying to find the perfect treat to bring just to land on pinwheels. He had a slap from reality when he really tried to imagine himself cooking some dish that had at least 6 hours prep time - he’s sweet and devoted but he’s also realistic. So what better than a light but filling meal than pinwheels!!

He was so proud of himself it was adorable. He opens the tray with a big smile and a little “ta-da!” He gets even giddier when you take a bite and send him a little thumbs up and hum, telling him it’s “so good!” with your mouth still full. Yeah yeah you just made his week

Shoto

Water & Homemade fruit & bread cakes

His first thought was definitely keeping the both of you hydrated and he almost settled on just bringing water - until he thought about it a little more and realized hm, maybe he should contribute with something else, too.

And then he remembered those cute little easy to make cakes you sent him on TikTok a while back and it was like a lightbulb went off in his head :) you really should’ve seen him all focused with his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to evenly spread the whipped cream and cut the bread just right. Not only that, but huffing and puffing while cutting the fruit as he debated with himself how big the slices should be. He even made the strawberries line up like little hearts under the bread even if you couldn’t see it, he was particularly proud of that.

Iida

Those mini sandwiches with no crust

He’s SO so proud of himself as he sets them out for you two to share; even periodically taking glances at you as you take your first few bites, smiling to himself proudly when you hum and smile. He even still asks you,

“Do you enjoy them? I made sure to be careful cutting the crust!”

As if your joy wasn’t obvious enough.

He even made a few different kinds! That way you had your options with flavors - he knows your favorite, but maybe you wanted to try something new!

Overall a very considerate gentleman :-)

Kirishima

Your favorite drinks & egg salad sandwiches

He tries to keep it light but yummy for his contribution to lunch, but just in case you don’t like them (cause he forgot to ask rip) he’s made sure to bring your favorite drinks so you’ll be happy somehow.

He cuts them into diagonals (after trying and failing to cut them into heart shapes of course - which he made sure to tell you about) and thinks it’s so chic and cute and is very proud of himself for the fact (what a sweetie).

Please give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him thank you, he’ll be wearing he biggest brightest smile the rest of the week about it

Ochaco

Homemade Rice Krispies & Melon Kebobs

Picnic dates have always been a must for her, they’re fun and cute so she already knew what she was gonna make - something tasty and simple!!

She made sure she whipped out the scooper and made the sweetest melon kebobs with honeydew, cantaloupe, & watermelon! And of course she made to make those extra sweet Rice Krispies :3

She was so excited to show you what she made and see what you made in return, too. She was adamant on feeding each other the first bites of what the other made, and she made the cutest face and gave you the biggest smile with her mouth full when you fed her that first bite of what you brought :,,(((. She also loved the way your lips tasted so sweet when she gave you little pecks after having the Rice Krispies

She’s decided she’ll have to make those for you more often <333

Bakugou

Charcuterie Board

As soon as you mentioned you wanted to go on a picnic date he understood the assignment. You had been nonstop talking about charcuterie boards and how bad you wanted to try one and then you mention a picnic date? Yeah you aren’t slick he knows what you’re throwing down.

He shows up all straight faced and whips everything out while you’re just gaping at him like, wow? And he just rolls his eyes like it’s nothing and crosses his arms, saying you better enjoy it and he doesn’t want to see a single scrap when this date is over cause he put a lot of work into this damn thing.

You guys definitely walk home with tummy aches from how full you are, but happy tummy aches <3

Denki

Pop rocks & Shrimp Chips

Listen, he believes in convenience when it comes to a picnic. He doesn’t plan on going all out cause he knows he’s just gonna want to snack and then either cuddle or explore! So of course he packs his fav snacks he can take on the go!

He does feel a little sheepish when he realizes you packed lunches for the two of you, and all he brought was candy and chips. But after you give him a kiss on the cheek and tell him to get over himself

Sero

Charcuterie Board

ANOTHER one here, he’s seen the tiktoks and Pinterest pics, he knows what you really want. Besides, he would love to show up with something fancy like a charcuterie board layout and impress you. And so he does exactly that.

You stroll up with your water and other various treats in your bag and walk upon him sprawled out next to that?? You’re a little bashful at first comparing what you brought in your own bag, but he assures you it’s cause he wanted to make you feel special and you feel a little bit better.

He tries feeding you some cheese on a cracker, but some of the spread drips onto your shirt and he laughs, so he’s off feeding duty from now on.

Mina

Assorted Fruit

Girlie busts OUT with the seasonal fruit collection.

She skips up to you and pulls it all out of her bag, pre cut in nice Tupperware’s and it’s so fresh. She even made some chocolate strawberries as a cute little side!

She’s all about being cute and feeding you fruit and giving you a smooch after, humming when she tastes the sweet left over remnants of fruit on your lips. She’s also all about taking the cutest pictures of you guys together and posting them everywhere - she has one of you with fruit juice dripping down your chin as her lock screen cause she’s obsessed <3

—————

taglist: @kirixfilms - I hope ur feeling better with school and all that! (psps let me know if you’d like to be added!)

434 notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs

astrid-the-bold

Nadder Viking Warrior

saskgenweb

Untitled

exosayings

senjaberhala

Senja Berhala

d-briefed

Naamloos