#tiny bébé

[pinkyjulien]

Valentin Da Silva | 134/?? 🚀

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Valentin Da Silva #Aldecaldos #Male V #Nomad #Screenshot #Virtual Photography #🤏🤏 tiny bébé

[nootie-patootie]

The smollest bebe 🐈‍⬛❤️

#black cat #cat #cute #pets of tumblr #cats of tumblr #cats of amsterdam #nootie #funny cats #love #cats #cute cats #bébé #so smol #tiny paws #cuddles #bebe #smol bean

[messier51]

raccoon crime of the night:

making over 3 minutes of raccoon porn on my security camera video feed

#and knocking over the bowl of water i left out for the cats #crime raccoon chronicles #my big backyard #random personal stuff #''are they fighting....oh.....nope no thats....not fighting'' #cant wait to see the tiny crime bébés

[shrimp-propaganda]

mr and mrs cullen WILL NOT stay still long enough for a good photo

#i forgot how much i love rams 😭😭😭 #they put so much personality into such a tiny fish!!! #they have been following each other around all day #and they come and look at me every time i walk by #no pressure guys but please may i have some bébés 👉👈 #fishblr #40 gallon

[thiziri]

Baby Princess Anne in Balmoral 💕

#MON BÉBÉ D'AMOUR #look at her #what are you eating babe #lmao #precious tiny bean #sweetest princess #princess anne #princess royal #brf #british royal family #my gifs

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING FULL !!! PIERRE G. X FEM!READER X CHARLES L. (18+)

summary: it was almost like she had her personal devil and angel.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, pwp, themes of polyamory, threesome, double penetration, standing position, creampie, names (whore/angel/baby) with consent, can’t write for shit sorry, brief mentions of marking

note: how is it that i can write a smut but not my paper? idk either. enjoy xx

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💌re:moony’s planner is opened!!!

these were supposed to be her “friends”. 

so how did she end up like this; sandwiched between these french speaking bastards and being carried by pierre like a toy meant to be played with? 

she wasn’t sure— all she knew was that her tits were splayed out in the open while her holes were filled with their cocks, her tongue tangling with charles’ before she leans back to make out with pierre, who continued fucking her from behind with his arms scooping up her legs as they spread wide open for him and the ferrari driver. 

“so beautiful, mon ange,” charles murmured, watching her moan beautifully as she tried to keep her arms around his neck, bouncing up and down the two cocks as she cried about how stuffed she felt.

“you look so pretty like this— so fucked out by me and pierre.” he reached up to wipe the tears away from her face and licked his thumb clean. “doin’ so good for us.” 

pierre chuckled from behind, his girth stretching her hole wide as he slapped her ass. she let out a squeak, the clenching of her walls making charles and pierre moan incoherently as pierre gritted his teeth in pleasure, “tu es une si bonne petite pute, bébé.” you are such a good little whore, baby. 

she let out an inaudible moan as she sunk deeper to their cocks, feeling them as they stuffed her full. the only thing stopping them from rubbing up against each other was a tiny wall that had her asking for more. 

but this never stopped pierre’s filthy words from slipping out of his mouth, his arm continuing to snake under her legs to rub on her clit— watching her writhe over the two of them as he grinned darkly, “you like this huh? being shared between the two of us?” he tutted quietly, “do you want to be shared with other men, too, bébé?” 

“n- no,” she sobbed, tears now flowing out of her eyes as the two of them thrusted up at her. “only wan’ you and charles, pierre. only want your cocks…” 

“what else do you want, mon ange?” charles, god fucking love his soul, spoke so sweetly at her as if she hadn’t just been called a good whore by pierre. 

it was like she had her own devil and angel. except from their cocks were spearing inside her like there is no tomorrow. 

“yeah, tell charles what you want, mon bébé,” pierre laughed mockingly as her body convulsed above the two, their thighs flexing as they both kept her strained in one place. 

they both stood there with their thick cocks resting inside her holes snugly, reaching their climax as much as she was while she babbled— already too dumbfounded by the way their bodies handled hers like she weighed nothing.

“wanna— fuck, i-“ she sobbed again, wanting to reach out to kiss pierre behind her only to have him pulling away while he demanded for her to speak about her wants. she babbled, “i wanna cum so bad~ please, pierre- charles. please pleaseeee~” 

charles, who gave open mouthed kisses on her nipples and marked her tits purple, pulled her chin down to give her a sweet kiss, fucking up into her cunt while he reached his high. 

pierre continued to groan aloud and grit his teeth, his cock being clenched tightly by her walls as he began thrusting his hips up roughly. “fuck, fuck, fuck— good fucking whore, baby, keep clenching around me like that-“ 

“i- ngh~ hah~ fuuuuck~ i’m cummin’, cumming~ i can’~” 

“doin’ so good f’me, mon amour,” charles moaned out.

“so, fuck- full,” she mumbled, her voice turning into a high pitched scream as she reached her orgasm, her toes curling as she clenched around the two cocks inside her. 

“fuck!” pierre swore aloud, coating her walls white with his cum as he twitched inside her.

“putain!” charles muttered, his hips thrusting up as he came inside her cunt.

both men, with their orgasms dying down, laid her to the bed gently as they both watched her body limp down to the mattress. they both stared in amazement— liquids escaping her fucked out holes as she tiredly squirmed in her place, eager to hold them close.

“such a beautiful girl we have,” charles gestured towards the woman as pierre nodded.

“pretty little woman,” pierre chuckled proudly, patting charles on the chest before he climbed up the bed to snuggle with the girl. “looking so beautiful with our cums in your holes, ma cherie.” 

“so full,” she mumbled with a sweet smile. 

“yes, that’s right,” charles joined the two in the bed, wrapping his arm around her waist as his fingers made unidentifiable shapes and traces over her stomach. “stuffing you full. anything for our girl.” 

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[homiesondaweb]

I headcanon that Aaron had absolutely ZERO interest in Miles when Jeff told him Rio was pregnant. He was actually pissed that his older brother was leaving the game and "getting right' for some chick and a baby. Thought Jeff was lame and didn't want part of his nephews life. You can't risk having someone close like that with the work they do. A wife, kids, hell them being siblings was too close to endangerment as it was.

But then Miles was here, and Aaron wasn't that much of an asshole to leave Jeff hanging or drowning. He was 1000% just gonna drop off some pampers, some blue onesies he snagged from GAP and some money then bounce about 3 weeks after Miles was born.

But then Jeff insisted his lil brother hold his son.

So, Aaron rolled his eyes and stiffly let Jeff adjust his hold on the baby boy, he was sleep anyway, was just gonna be a photo for Rio's cheap little flash camera.

But then Miles woke up with the cutest little-big yawn and stretch. His golden doe-like eyes wide and curious at this new face, he gives a hiccup as a greeting, smacking his baby gums and chubby lil lips.

"Uhp"

Aaron is just fucking gone, absolutely smitten, head over heels for this chubby chocolate baby with lil black curls, sunny eyes and a big ole head. It takes three hours and Rio telling him she's got to feed Miles for Aaron to finally relinquish that bébé.

He gets it. He gets wanting to get out the game. Wanting to wrap the world in cotton and bubble wrap and not even let the darkness of a nice night even glance at this Bundle of Good named Miles Alonzo Morales.

It only takes 3 month before Rio and Jeff get used to Aaron just strolling in, snagging lil homie and the diaper bag and telling them they will be back at 3pm sharp. The ridiculous amount of onesies, shits and beanies that match with something Aaron owns they receive. They get used to Aaron insist on carrying nephew like a football around the apartment before he's old enough to be tossed onto shoulder s. They get used to Miles mimicking Aaron as the man sofa-coaches though boxing matches and baseball games on the TV.

Aaron gets used to loving someone more than himself, more than the lure of blood diamonds and deity money.

Aaron isn't as good as he wants to be. And Jeff is getting too good, he applied for the graduated the police academy by the time Miles is 5. The Prowler has been active in New York for just as long.

Aaron loves Miles so much (no offense to Jeff) he's never loved someone and been loved so much that he doesn't deserve it. He can't have those golden Doe eyes look up at him or have those tiny brown hands be dirtied by his violent and grimy ones. Jeff Knows, Aaron Knows.

They don't ever get used to the riff. The distance that bother brother hate but that Jeff puts there anyway. Aaron was part of that world that Miles needed guarded from. They just hold their breaths as Miles acts like a flimsy little bridge because Aaron was too selfish to leave his life before they both got attached.

He regrets it until his last breath and last word when the last thing he sees is those Doe eyes crying for a bad guy like him.

Miles was the best of all of them, Aaron knew that from Miles beginning until his own end.

#anddd now im cryin on the club🥹 #miles morales #1610 miles morales #aaron davis #uncle aaron #spiderman across the verse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles morales headcanons #Aaron Davis headcanon #spiderman into the spiderverse headcanons #angst #character study

[smooth-perceval]

“Merry Christmas wherever you are.”

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Reader attempts at soothing their child- and when all fails she calls the one man they both need.

Warnings: Self-Doubt, fluff, Google translate, Charles being cute, not every Christmassy… NO PROOF READ!!

Key: Y/N (your name) Y/L/N (your last name) Juliette (Yours and Charles kids name) Jules (her nickname)

Word count: 744

A/N: I’m sorry… I didn’t stick to my schedule I really have a bad timing issue- infact schedule issue. Sorryyyy! But to make up for it I got some good fics coming 👀

Or so I think are good. Also sorry this isn’t as Christmassy…

I wanted to cry, I was on the verge of tears and crawling into a corner… Juliette had no way of settling- in fact she was practically screaming the house down.

The one thing I didn’t want to do was call for help- because I’m her mother I can do this… but yet I still found myself picking the phone up and dialling the one man I need right now.

“mon chéri? You okay?” (My darling) A panicked Charles picked up the line before the first ring, and if Juliette wasn’t screaming so loud I probably would’ve sat and twirled my hair at how cute he is.

As soon as I heard the words ‘you okay’ I bursted into tears along with our baby. “Charles I don’t know what to do… she won’t stop crying!” Taking heavy breaths I gently placed my hand onto of Juliette’s tummy trying to soothe her.

“Chérie… breathe- take some deep- just one minute.” (Darling) I heard him rustling around and a door click shut on the other end of the call, he must’ve had to run away from the team for my breakdown… gosh do I feel like the worst mother and partner…

“Let me FaceTime you-” sniffling I moved the phone away answering Charles FaceTime call.

“hé ma jolie fille…” (hey, my pretty girl), even though he was across the waters- seeing his face washed a sense of relief over me… and oddly enough Juliette’s cries got quieter slowly- crazy huh, her fathers voice is the answer to both our prayers.

“I’m so sorry… I know your busy- I just I don’t know what to do…” sniffling once again I looked down at Juliette who was also sniffling… eyes opening and closing slowly proving to me she is tired yet has been fighting it this whole time. “Family always comes first how many times do I tell you this.”

“I know I just feel like a terrible mother I can’t soothe my own child…” and now I’m setting off again, tears rolling down my cheeks- lip quivering. Which also to my expense set Juliette back off.

“Y/N you’re the most perfect mother- Our Juliette is so lucky to have such a perfect woman in her life. Now stop doubting yourself, okay?” Nodding slowly I wiped away my tears taking another deep breath. “show me our gorgeous girl.” Smiling a little I turned the camera so they can both see each other.

“Hé mon bébé!” (Hey my baby!)

And just like that she calmed back down again, her dad has that effect on us both I guess. “I’ll be home soon princesse.” (Princess)

The most adorable yawn escaped her tiny body, legs and arms both kicking up and down and the smile back on her face. “Now’s time for you to sleep Jules… no more crying. Go to sleep princesse.” (Princess)

My finger danced over her face delicately, and soon she was falling asleep. “bébé?” (Baby?)

Humming I turned the camera back around, relief washed all over my face. “I’ve got to go now mon amour… are you going to be okay?” (My love) Looking down at Jules who was practically in a slumber, eyes opening every now and then. I paused for a moment, before taking a deep breath and nodding at Charles. I’ve got this- I’m her Mother, I’ve got this.

“I’ll be okay… thank you.” Lying back on the bed I looked at the FaceTime, hand resting on Juliette’s belly once again. “Don’t thank me… I’m sorry I’m not home for Christmas, especially the first as a family.” Sighing he moved the screen closer to himself. “Just means we get two huh?” Smiling a little I leaned forward kissing the camera of my phone. “I love you Charles Leclerc, come home to us soon.” Smiling a little at him, his eyes seemed to well just a little, a small sight of tears. “As soon as I can mon chéri… I love you more.” (My darling)

Then the screen went off, and silence engulfed the room… Juliette’s soft snores were the only thing heard.

And when the silence becomes a soothing lullaby, and the twinkling of the Christmas decorations become a trace, I placed a gentle kiss to my fingers- waving it off into the air. “Merry Christmas, wherever you are.”

Little did me and Jules know- our favourite person was waiting on a flight home and would be here when we wake, our Christmas miracle.

#f1 imagine #formula one imagine #imagine #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc #dad!charles leclerc #12 days of christmas

[chrisevansonly]

idk if this is gonna come out any good but i was craving a dad! charles and this just idk anyway here’s a little blurb…i was listening to je te laisserai des mots while doing this too…idk if it correlates but 🤨

charles could hear nothing but the noises of the machines beeping, hooked up to you as you slept soundly in the hospital bed, your heart rate steady, the room quiet compared to the noise and chaos it had been mere hours earlier.

in his arms rested his newborn baby girl alia, and man was she little, at five pounds exactly charles though she looked so teeny tiny in his arms. he held her carefully, and with a protection only a father could offer.

while you slept it allowed him to admire her, noticing the features she got from you and the features she got from him. in his eyes she was an absolute angel, pure perfection in its finest forms.

for as long as charles could remember he wanted to be a father, and you were the one to grant him that wish, something he would forever be in debt to you for. looking back on your relationship he never thought he’d ever be lucky to receive the sheer amount of love your provided for him.

so as you slept, he kept watch over his little angel, noticing the way her little hand held onto his pointer finger, her face tucked into his chest, almost as if she was afraid to let go of him

“je te promets de toujours te protéger, tant que je serai là, rien ne t'arrivera jamais, mon doux bébé”

he leaned down carefully as to not disturb his baby girl, the last thing he wanted to do was wake her up, especially considering this was the first time you were getting sleep since having her

“papa t'aimera toujours mon petit ange, pour toujours et à jamais”

unbeknownst to your husband you’d been watching the two of them from your spot on the bed, a soft but tired smile on your face. you had no concerns what so ever when it came to charles becoming a father

and as you watched them both together, you knew he’d be the best one to your little girl, there would never be a shortness of love within your home, and that’s just the way it was supposed to be.

#rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesanons<3 #ruesasks #charles leclerc x wife reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #dad! charles leclerc #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc fluff #dad charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #formula 1 masterlist #formula 1 blurb #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

[nouvellevqgue]

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« come and get your looovee » you sang, music blaring in the background while you dance to the music in the kitchen while you were making your breakfast pancake. a really good recipe from your boyfriend.

then a sudden appearance of a lingering hand on your waist surprised you, « hmm, smells good. whatchu’ cooking? » he asked, keeping your hair to the side, and kissing your neck afterwards.

« stop, it tickles! » you said, after he kissed it. but it makes him tease you more with an attack kiss into your neck to your jaw. making you laugh even more loud.

« can't help it, you're so good to kiss. » he says, letting go the hold that he has on your waist and walking into the counter behind you.

« oh, what a charmer » you breathe, rolling your eyes playfully, flipping the pancake and continuing to hum your selected song from your playlist.

as you flipped another pancake on the pan, carlos sneakily snitched a pancake from your plate and began to eat it in the background. « mm, tastes awfully similar like mine. » he teased, eyes squinting slightly at her back while she giggle at his words.

« well, i watched your videos. and so many of your fans has tried it, so why don't i try it too. » you smiles, finally finished with the pancakes and finally stacking them in the plate and eating one of the pancakes for you to snack.

« how is it? is it better than yours? » you asked, wiggling your eyebrows at him while bumping your bicep to tease him.

« hmm, it's good. but i think i did it better though, » he smirks and snitch another pancake from the plate and run away from your anticipated chase.

you screamed a loud ‘hey!’ while you started to chase him, and finally got him while he was still eating your pancake in the room hallway. « just say mine's better, carlos. it won't hurt you. » he just smiled at your words as he took your chin and kissed your lips.

« yeah yeah, i admit. juuuust a tiny bit. » he said, while making a finger gesture of a pinch. you just laugh and continue to kiss him.

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Could you please write a fic about the team bringing Charles’ girlfriend out to him because he’s getting really depressed after his races?

He is super surprised and gets really emotional when he sees her? 😭

Maybe also a lil horny and smutty as they catch up lol 😉

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 • 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

Genre: fluff, smut

Warning: smut, innercourse, surprising, Charles lost lol

Pairing: Charles leclerc x reader

Word count: 1.1k

Author note: honestly need more request so send something

Enjoy

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Charles sighed loudly as he walked into his room. Another lost for him but what was new. He was expecting it every time he went out on the track.

He sat down on the couch with a sigh. His hands ran over his face as his head falling back against the back of the loveseat. He was frustrated without himself. Every time he went out there he feels like he wasn’t doing his best.

Before Charles could relax, a knock against the door was heard. Charles groaned getting up from his comfortable position to answer it.

He was ready to give the person on the other side an attitude until he saw who was on the other side.

“Surprise!” You threw your arms up and smiled at him. Charles couldn’t believe you were here. You rarely got the chance to come with him. You had a difficult job that required your attention fully.

Without a second to waste he pulls you into his arms. “Bébé, what are you doing here?” Charles kissed your neck, taking in your scent he missed dearly. He heard your giggles that made him melt, fill his ears while he did so.

“I needed to see you so I took some time off work and got here with the teams help.” Charles pulls away looking at your smile. He couldn’t help but mirror it.

“come inside Amour.” He stepped out of the way, letting you into the room. He shut the door behind himself to give you two privacy.

When Charles turns around he sees you sitting on the couch watching him.

“I know you didn’t have a good race day, but I’m happy to help make your day better with my presents.” You commented. Charles sat down beside you. “you being here really does help.” Charles leaned over capturing your lips with his.

Charles felt you shifted closer to him to deepening the kiss you both were sharing. He pulls away before it gets anymore serious. You groaned at the lost of contact.

“so tell me everything you have going on at work.”

Charles let you talk and talk while all he did was smile and listen to you. He thought you were the most beautiful woman ever. You were gentle and soft. Always full of joy and always was smiling. He felt lucky to have such a light in his life.

When you were finished you took a playful big deep breath causing Charles to laugh. “I’m happy to hear everything is going well. “Maintenant.” Charles pulls you on to his lap. He placed his hands on your waist holding you against himself. “j e vais me concentrer sur toi.” (now. I’m going to focus on you)

Your lips found each other again. Your makeup session became heated after a few minutes. Lots of tongue and tiny grunts shared. Charles could feel himself growing against you. He’s sure you felt it.

When you stopped for air Charles spoke. “lets get out of here and go to the hotel.”

You giggled, climbing out of his lap. “sounds like a good idea pretty boy.”

You helped Charles grab his things and leave. Before getting in the car and going to the hotel, Charles stopped to get pictures with some excited fans and sign some autographs.

They also tried to get a picture with you put you were too shy for that. Eventually Charles finished up and dragged you to the car by your waist.

You both arrived at your hotel in 10 minutes. You quickly made your way to Charles room. Charles watched as you jumped on the bed as he shut the door. soon he joined you on the bed. He pulled you against him so you were halfway on top of him before he’s kissing you again.

You started kissing each other like you were earlier only this time his hands were all of your body. Charles found the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up slightly before grabbing your breast.

You moaned when his finger pinched your nipple. Charles smirked.

“lets take this clothes off.” He said. you did as he said and pulled off your T-shirt. Next went your jeans and your panties. Soon you were nude in front of Charles.

Charles had only managed to pull off his shirt because he was so entertained by you stripping.

When he saw you laying on the bed in absolutely nothing he took off the rest of his clothes at the speed of light.

“J'ai besoin de te baiser. “I need to fuck you) Charles muttered. He pulled you by the legs to the edge of the bed. You giggled, sitting up on your forearms and watching him spread your legs open. He took his length in his hands and then pumped himself a few times before he lined up against you.

Slowly he pushed into you. You hummed, enjoying the feeling of him filling you up.

“Si serré.” (so tight)

Charles moved inside of you. He groans at how tightly you squeezed him. He looked up at you, your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth. Your chest rose and fell with ever stroke.

At first it started slowly, but quickly he gain speed and started thrusting into you at the speed that filled you pleasure.

“Putain Charles.” (fuck)

You looked at him, slight moans escaping your lips.

“You like that?” Charles voice was super low as he spoke to you. It made you clench around him as it turned you on even more.

“you feel so good.” Charles leaned over. His forehead against yours. His movement didn’t still.

“You’re going to come?” Charles lifted your legs pulling them to your chest. You tremble at the new position. You were indeed close.

“Yes. I’m going to come.”

Charles kissed your lips. He pulls away. He kept fucking you. Your breathing grew rapid. Your stomach buzzed and you clenched around Charles. Before you know it you were coming

You fell back against the bed and let your high taking over you. A few more thrust and Charles pulls out and cums on your stomach.

Charles left the room and went to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel for you and came back wiping his cum off your stomach. He laid down beside you and sighed

“thank you for surprising me. La meilleure surprise de tous les temps.” (best surprise ever)

You smiled. “you’re welcome Charles.”

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[bodycountgame]

it's already the middle of august (what the fuck??) so just wanted to drop in and say hi! post a lil update, check in etc

i am still working on body count, but in tiny weeny little snatches of time that i have now in between work and taking care of bébé and (if i can fit it in) myself.

i've decided that i won't be going back to patreon for the foreseeable future - i just don't have the time to make it work and if i want body count to be a fun little hobby for myself then i don't want to try to monetise it, yaknow? it had sort of become a source of stress and pressure and i have enough of those elsewhere, so i don't need another hahaha.

here and there i've also been working on some simpler projects just to help get back into the right head space, but who knows if they will turn into anything i want to share in the future. shout out to post-apocalypse WIP and parties WIP, maybe one day you'll even get named! i really enjoyed working on a shorter thing for neo-twiny jam, so i might even do more itty bitty twine stuff, who knows.

anyway, i know the ideal update would be like 🎉wooo i've written a billion words yeehaw🎉 so sorry i don't have anything juicier, but yeah. still alive! still tiptapping my laptop keys whenever i can.

#also my birthday is in august so feel free to begin celebrating me whenever #just start now and then keep going til september if you want who can stop you #(not me)

[onlyonetifosi]

Behind the camera -> chapter 3

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The Leclerc household was buzzing with excitement as Pascale and Hervé eagerly awaited the arrival of their fourth child. Yn and Charles, now three and a half years old, were thrilled at the idea of becoming older siblings. The twins had always been close, and the mere 18 minutes between them had created a unique bond.

Pascale and Hervé sat at a picnic table, sipping on lemonade and watching the children play. Pascale's hands rested gently on her growing belly, and she exchanged a loving look with Hervé. The family knew that their lives were about to change, and they were excited to share the news with the twins and Lorenzo.

"Maman, look how fast I can run!" Yn shouted as she dashed past her mother, her golden curls bouncing with each step.

"And I'm faster!" Charles chimed in, racing after her.

"Mes enfants, we have something special to tell you today" Pascale stated while putting some snacks in the afternoon for Lorenzo and the twins to recover energies after playing all day

“What is it, Maman? Is everything okay?" Lorenzo looked up at his mum from his chair

"Everything is more than okay, mon grand. You are going to have a baby brother!" Hervé looked expectant at his children who were left with a shocked face

"A baby brother? Again?" Lorenzo exclaimed, his eyes widening in excitement. "That's amazing!"

Yn's eyes widened, and she turned to Charles whispering "Tu entends ça? Un petit frère!"

"J'ai hâte" Charles smiled at her and both toddlers let out happy noises

"Will he play with us, Maman?" Charles asked his mum

"Bien sûr bébé. He will be a part of your little team" Pascale beamed at her little angels’ excitement

As the pregnancy progressed, Pascale experienced some cravings. Yn and Charles found it amusing to see their usually composed mother crave pickles with chocolate, or ice cream with hot sauce.

One evening, as they all sat together at the dinner table, Pascale giggled, "Je veux des cornichons et de la crème glacée" (I want pickles and ice cream.)

"Chocolate and pickles? That's funny, Maman!" the little girl said amused at her mum’s choice

"I know, it's quite strange, isn't it?" said Pascale laughing “Mais c'est ce que bébé veut" (But it's what the baby wants) Pascale replied, and they all shared a good laugh.

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As the due date approached, Pascale faced some difficulties during the delivery. The twins didn't fully understand what was happening, but they sensed their parents' worry.

"Lorenzo, we need you to be a big helper now, okay? Your Maman needs all the support we can give her." Hervé talked to his oldest son one afternoon and Lorenzo nodded, stepping up to the plate, determined to be strong for his family.

Finally, on October 14th 2001, and after a tense few hours, Pascale finally gave birth to a healthy baby boy. The twins were mesmerized as they peeked through the glass window of the hospital nursery two days after the birth when they went to meet their baby brother after being with their grandparents at home.

After the delivery, Hervé and Pascale gazed lovingly at their newborn son and then at each other, their eyes filled with tears of joy. "He's perfect, just like his siblings," Hervé said, his voice choked with emotion.

"Oui, il est parfait. Our little miracle," Pascale added, reaching out to touch Arthur's tiny hand.

A day later, Lorenzo and the twins were allowed to enter the room to meet their baby brother. Yn and Charles were both a little nervous, unsure about how to interact with such a tiny human. Lorenzo, on the other hand, had experienced being an older brother before, and he couldn't wait to hold Arthur.

"Come here, you two," Lorenzo said, patting the bed beside him. "He's tiny, but he won't break, I promise."

Yn and Charles approached the bed cautiously, and with Lorenzo's help, they gently touched Arthur's tiny fingers. "He's so small," Yn observed with awe.

"And he's our little brother," Charles added, smiling.

Over the next few months, the twins adapted to having a baby brother in the house. They loved helping Pascale with diaper changes and singing lullabies to soothe Arthur to sleep. Lorenzo also took his big brother responsibilities seriously, proudly showing Arthur his toy collection and making him laugh with silly faces.

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One sunny afternoon, when Arthur was around seven months old, Yn had a ballet function, and her family decided to accompany her. They watched as Yn gracefully danced on stage, and Arthur's eyes sparkled with joy as he clapped his tiny hands, completely enthralled by his older sister's performance.

The lights dimmed, and Yn gracefully took the stage. Her family watched in awe as she danced, her movements fluid and elegant.

"Regarde, Arthur! C'est Yn, ta grande sœur!" (Look, Arthur! It's Yn, your big sister!) Pascale said, her eyes sparkling with pride and Arthur giggled, seemingly understanding the connection.

"Tu es venu me voir danser, petit frère?” (Did you come to watch me dance, little brother?) Yn ran to her family after her solo and hugged her brother and Arthur squealed in delight as she did so, clapping his tiny hands.

When Yn finished her solo, the audience erupted in applause, and Arthur, sitting in Lorenzo’s lap, couldn't contain his excitement. He kicked his legs and clapped his hands, giggling with delight.

After the performance, Yn ran off the stage and straight into her family's arms. She scooped up baby Arthur, who babbled happily, seemingly recognizing his older sister.

"Maman, papa, did you see me? Did you see Arthur clapping for me?" Yn beamed with pride.

Hervé and Pascale exchanged a knowing look, their hearts filled with joy. "Yes, ma chérie, we saw," Pascale said, gently caressing Arthur's head. "It seems like he's your biggest fan"

Yn smiled at her baby brother's reaction knowing that she had her family's love and support, just as they had supported her throughout her life

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pairing: charles leclerc x reader

warnings: none

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“That is not really warm, Charles baby!” You whined loudly, adding a small laugh so that your boyfriend doesn’t feel all to bad.

With slightly furrowed brows and a sticked out tongue, you sat down in the bathtub, sighing as you felt how the rather cold water was embracing your shivering skin.

Charles scoffed in a quite tone behind you, “Cold? I made it extra warm for you, ma chérie!” He told you with a chuckle as he watched how you sat down and leaned backwards, touching his hard, wet chest with your back.

You sighed again, “I don’t know what you understand when somebody says warm water but that’s not it, babe.” You said while your boyfriend's fingertips were gently gliding up and down your wet, not so heated skin.

“Well, I like it, ma jolie.” Charles mumbled into your ear from behind, nose running along your cheek before he gave your soft skin a tiny peck.

You immediately moaned as soon as he started to trail gently and wet kisses along your cheek, slowly making his way down to the back of your neck until he ended up kissing your shoulder blade a couple of times.

His fingertips still caressed your wet skin, “You're so beautiful, my love.” The monagueque whispered before he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, kissing you right under your shoulder blade, “Une beauté inimaginable, bébé.” So unimaginable beautiful, baby.

You smiled and bit your lip, “mercí, char.”

You laughed as he suddenly 'attacked' you with his hands by your waist, tickling you as he laughed into the back of your neck.

“Stop it Charles! Arrête!” Stop it! You laughed out loud before you desperately tried to rip your boyfriend's arms away, obviously failing miserably while he started to aggressively kiss the other side of your neck and shoulder, making you laugh and smile even harder.

After a while of just laughing and smiling, you leaned backwards and put your head on his shoulder, smiling up at your man with a wide grin.

You stared at each other for a bit before Charles opened his mouth but did not actually say anything verbally,

“I love you.” You faintly heard him whispering while he just brushed a few piece of your slightly wet hair out of your face, happily smiling down at you.

You turned your head and quickly pecked his jaw, “I love you too.” You quietly whispered, fingers now holding onto his bigger ones.

He slowly removed his hands from your's and ran them up and down your wet thighs, slowly creeping closer to your pussy and then gliding back down towards your knees again, repeating that a dozen of times while you two just admired each other.

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[amirasainz]

Hello there. I love your work. I was wondering if you could write one where baby sainz is pregnant with charles and alexandra baby.

Oh my god. This was so hard to write. I hope I did an okay-ish job. My requests are always open! Enjoy reading! -XoXo

The Pregnancy

Amira’s heart raced as she stared at the positive pregnancy test. She was only 21, and her relationship with Alex and Charles was still in its early stages—just five months old. How could this be happening? Tears streamed down her face as she sat on the toilet seat, overwhelmed by the news.

Unaware of her distress, the apartment door swung open. “Dove, we’re back home!” Alex’s voice echoed through the hallway. She exchanged a puzzled glance with Charles when they received no response. Concerned, they called out to her again. “Jolie fille? Are you here?”

Then they heard it—the heartbreaking sniffles coming from the bathroom. Without hesitation, they rushed to the door. There, they found their beautiful Amira, tears staining her cheeks. “Oh my god, baby, what happened?” Alex and Charles approached her, their worry evident. They immediately ran to her, took her in their arms and whispers sweet nothings in french in her ear. "Tout va bien, mon amour" or "Je t'ai, bébé" was the things she heard. Sometimes Charles would even say "Niente può ferirti, amore mio".

Amira’s sobs subsided after what felt like an eternity. Charles cradled her face in his hands, gently wiping away her tears. “What’s wrong, bébé?” Alex asked once more. Instead of answering, Amira held up the positive test, her emotions laid bare.

She had mentally prepared herself for a difficult conversation—a potential breakup, perhaps. But what unfolded surprised her. Alex and Charles erupted in joy, hugging her tightly and peppering her cheeks with kisses. “Oh honey, you have no idea how happy you make us,” Alex exclaimed.

“You’re not mad at me?” Amira whispered, her voice trembling.

Charles grinned, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Of course not, mon amour. After all, it takes three to make a baby.” His wink was playful, and Amira felt a rush of relief. She was no longer alone; she had her partners by her side. And in that moment, despite the unexpected circumstances, she felt a warmth that eclipsed any fear. What unfolded now was a nine moths journey.

Ah, the joys and challenges of pregnancy! Emotions running wild, cravings taking unexpected turns—Amira’s journey was far from ordinary. But nestled within those moments were the seeds of a beautiful story—a tale of love, anticipation, and shared dreams.

Charles and Alexandra, devoted partners, reveled in the miracle unfolding before them. Their princess, Amira, carried their future—a tiny life nestled within her. The princess treatment they bestowed upon her was more precious than any crown. They doted on her, their attentiveness unwavering.

Charles, ever the thoughtful one, brought home gifts—a tangible expression of his love for his three favorite people. Sometimes it was a soft blanket for cozy nights, a whimsical mobile for the nursery, or a book of bedtime stories to read aloud. Each gift held a promise: “We’re in this together.”

And Alex? Well, she took on a new role—the fashion curator for Amira. It was common knowledge that Amira Sainz was a stunning woman. But pregnancy transformed her—radiance multiplied a thousandfold. She floated through sunny days in pretty summer dresses, her baby bump a testament to life’s magic. Alex’s choices were impeccable, accentuating her glow. The two of them weren't able to look away from their pretty girl.

Their protectiveness knew no bounds. Amira wasn’t allowed to step out of a room without at least one of them by her side. Shared showers became intimate moments—her baby bump a delightful obstacle, yet they navigated it with care. The warmth of water, the closeness of skin—these were the memories etched into their hearts.

At night, they cocooned her. Alex half beneath her, Charles spooned against her back. Their hands rested on her belly, feeling the flutter of life within. They whispered promises to their unborn child, their love a lullaby. And if anyone dared approach their Amira, they wedged themselves between her and the world. No one touched their perfect girl without permission.

Amira’s pregnancy was a symphony of emotions, cravings, and shared laughter. She had the best of both worlds—the thrill of Formula 1 and the tenderness of love. As the days counted down, they dreamed of tiny fingers and sleepy smiles. And when the moment arrived—their baby’s first cry echoing through the room—they knew their lives had changed forever.

Three hearts beating as one—a family forged on racetracks and whispered promises. Amira, Charles, and Alex—their love story had just begun.

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[doc-pickles]

I've got you | anthony beauvillier

summary: sequel to til forever falls apart. anthony gets traded again, but everything is different this time.

warnings: unfortunately mentions the bl*ckhawks

a/n: can someone PLEASE get this man out of Chicago?! also let's just pretend he played his first game there I know he didn't but that wasn't good for the plot. enjoy!

xoxo

nina

The light in the nursery is low, only a soft glow coming from the sound machine as you sit in the rocking chair. Hudson is curled up against your chest, the two-month-old snoozing away after finishing a feeding. 

“My sweet boy, you look so much like daddy,” you whisper the words into the darkness as you hear the door to your apartment close. “Sounds like he’s home. Should we go say hi?”

Tito finds you instead, slipping quietly into the nursery and smiling as he sees you and Hudson. But the smile doesn’t reach his eyes as he kneels next to the rocking chair and settles his head onto your chest so he’s face to face with Hudson. 

“What’s wrong, mon amour,” you whisper as your fingers come up to Tito’s hair and stroke slowly. “Anthony?”

“I love you,” he whispers as he looks at Hudson. “I’m sorry my job doesn’t offer any stability right now.”

You hold your breath, knowing that Anthony was on the block for a trade. You try to school your features as you look down at him and meet his eyes, “Tito?”

“I got traded to Chicago,” he whispers the words before he sighs and buries his face in your chest. “I’m so sorry, bébé.”

Your hand continues to card through Anthony’s hair as he struggles to keep himself together. You can feel his staggered breaths and the way he’s trying not to cry as he sinks into your hold. Holding him and your son close to you, you take a deep breath before speaking. 

“Don’t apologize, mon amour,” you whisper as you run your fingers down his cheek. “We’ll go wherever you go. No matter what.”

Your words seem to calm Tito as his shoulders sag and he relaxes in your hold. He doesn’t move until Hudson starts to stir, tiny wails coming from him as he squirms in your arms. Tito immediately grabs for him, holding your son against his chest as he sways silently. You watch your husband and son for a moment, Tito whispering to Hud in French as he walks in slow circles around the nursery.

“Are you upset because of what happened last time you got traded?” you ask quietly. Tito stops for only a second before he continues walking, but it’s enough for you to frown as you watch him. “Oh Anthony, you have to know that things are different now, no?” 

“I-,” Tito turns to look at you with unshed tears shining in his eyes. “I almost lost everything last time. And I don’t want to be there again.”

You stand and gather Tito in your arms, careful not to squish Hudson between you, “You’re not going to lose us, you never could. Okay? No matter where you get traded to we’ll be by your side.”

The three of you stand in silence for a few more minutes, Tito’s grip on you never wavering. Despite the uncertainty ahead, you’re confident that your little family will be okay.

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“Okay Hud let’s go find Daddy,” you whisper to your son who’s currently strapped to your chest with a pair of noise-cancelling headphones on. He looks adorable as he watches everyone milling around the arena, fascinated by all the activity.

Tonight is Anthony’s first game playing for Chicago and you and Hudson had come to surprise him. You’d moved into your temporary apartment two days ago and had told him that you were still settling into a routine with Hudson so you couldn’t come tonight. As you walked towards the ice though you knew you’d made the right choice in coming.

Tito is warming up in the corner, a few guys coming up and saying hello intermittently. A smile forms on your face as you watch him interact with his new teammates, his outgoing personality shining through. 

“Hey 91!” you smirk as Tito whips around, a huge grin settling on his face when he spots you. “We couldn’t miss your first game!”

Your husband skates up to the glass, his smile growing as he notices Hudson looking up at him with wide eyes. When he meets your eyes your heart melts, knowing that your show of support meant so much to him.

“Love you,” Tito mouths as he presses his hand against the glass.

“Love you,” you mouth back, your hand coming up to mirror his. “Now go score us a goal!”

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