#tiny babi....the mouf...

[spindle-and-nima]

They are literally napping under a washcloth they use as a blanket. Im going to cry. Under the blankie do you see this??? Is this real??

Oiuuuaagghhh

[cheralith]

im Goingf to sob….

[devilmass]

do y'all remember that old dog sanctuary. that's my blog. all these middle aged chara's are welcome here. c'mon, you're all puppies and you all get peanut butter in ur favorite kongs.

[butmakeitgayblog]

How are you?

Ithsa baby 🥹 the coo I just let out oof I could fit his whole lil head in my mouf 🤏🤏🤏 (i would not tho 😔 I would simply nibble his earsies 😔 and smooch his tiny nose 😔)

Aaaanyway

I'm ok, just been... sigh. Ya know? Life and all that. But I'm ok. Trying to get out of this funk and back into a happier mental space

[tinyboything]

jus a tiny baby . . little feet gently pitter patting on the floor . . Following mama n dada around . . Tiny little hands n fingers grasping and grabbing onto the hem of their shirts . . Mama n dada just look at eachother n smile before bending down to coo over u :( !!! Dada putting ur star paci in ur mouf n mama picking u up n holding u close gently rocking u back n forth . . nd ur jus babbling n so lost in babyspace . . 💭

[minghaoyoudoin]

Restless

pairing: boyfriend!bae jinyoung x fem!reader

genre: fluff and smut w/ basically no plot, I have no regrets

words: 3.2k

rating: 18+ only!!! minors begone!!!

warnings: idol!jinyoung, non-idol!reader, sort of switch!jinyoung, sort of switch!reader, cuddling, grinding/dry humping, oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, brief mention of Jinyoung overworking himself, unprotected sex (don't be a dumbass, I beg you), jinyoung and y/n are disgustingly in love, use of the pet name "baby", dirty talk, mentions of cum (m&f), multiple orgasms, cockwarming if you squint, aftercare happens after the story!, basically everything I want yes I'm sad

a/n: I wish more people would write for cix, they're simply so talented and my favorite boys in the world. if you like and/or reblog I'll give you a kiss on the mouf !!! please don't hesitate to let me know if you want me to write for other idols, I stan basically every group ever lmao -j

You couldn't focus on the movie.

It wasn’t because you didn’t enjoy it—you’d seen Train to Busan enough times that you could recite the script backwards if someone asked. It wasn’t even scary to you anymore, really. But here you were, staring blankly at the screen and worrying a frayed thread on your blanket to the point it was about to snap.

He still wasn’t home.

The clock above the your mounted TV was fancier than pretty much everything else in your apartment. Ridiculous golden spokes jutted out across the wall around its face, the roman numerals in place of traditional numbers gilded in the same hue. You loved it anyway. Maybe it didn’t match the rest of your things, but it was special because you’d chosen it together.

And it currently read 11:45.

You checked the watch on your wrist to verify, but—yes, the stupid clock on the wall was right. Jinyoung was supposed to be home an hour and a half ago. You debated calling him again, but if he was caught in a late practice like you thought, he wouldn’t be able to answer anyway.

You didn’t mind his demanding schedule most of the time. But he’d been out of the country touring for the last three months and had only arrived home a week ago. You had both decided that you would spend as much time together as possible before the group began preparing for their comeback in June.

Your reunion had been memorable, certainly. Your cheeks reddened when you unintentionally glanced at the loveseat across from you.

And the kitchen counter. And the hallway. And, since you were reasonable adults, the bedroom.

Surely he was fine. Jinyoung had a tendency to do things like this—work himself too hard, staying in the practice room for as long as it took to perfect whatever choreography he was learning.

Despite your worry, your eyes began to droop of their own accord. You’d been up at six this morning for work, and you weren’t sure how much longer you would be able to wait without dozing off. Already you were only catching every third word of the movie.

You cuddled deeper into the couch, pulling the thick wool blanket covering you up to your chin. Bad idea, you mentally reprimanded yourself. Playing with fire. Almost immediately, your fatigue won.

He’ll be home soon…

Jinyoung was tired, but he was even more guilty.

He trudged up the stairs to your apartment and checked his phone, grimacing inwardly when he read 12:15. You were definitely asleep—and probably had been for hours—but it didn’t stop him from feeling bad for not catching you before you went to bed.

He opened the front door carefully, prepared to tip-toe his way through the dark to your shared bedroom, but a lamp was on in the living room. Jinyoung set his bag by the door and rounded the corner.

“Baby?” He called softly. He couldn’t see you over the back of the couch, but the ending credits of Train to Busan were rolling on the TV, the volume barely loud enough to be heard. When Jinyoung finally saw you curled into a tiny ball, barely visible beneath the giant blanket covering you, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face.

He knelt beside the couch, taking care to monitor his movements so they wouldn’t jostle you awake.

God, you looked beautiful when you slept. He’d seen it hundreds of times by now, but he didn’t think he’d ever get used to it. Used to you.

Your hair was fanned across the pillow, your lips gently parted as you breathed. Whatever it was you dreamt of, it caused a small crease of worry to form between your brows. On instinct he reached up and smoothed it away, pleased when your face visibly relaxed.

Jinyoung trailed his hand across your hair, savoring its texture and the warmth of your skin. The delicate arch of your brows, your nose; the curve of your lips as your relaxed breaths blew across his fingertips. You only moved when his hand drifted over your shoulder to your waist. Whatever remorse he might have felt at disturbing your slumber vanished when he saw the smile gracing your lips the moment you opened your eyes.

You knew it was him before you were even fully awake.

His careful movements as he admired you, the weight of his gaze upon your face—no one felt like Jinyoung.

You opened your eyes, pleased to find him crouched next to where you had fallen asleep on the couch. He looked magnificent. Even after a long day of schedules with the boys and the dance practice to end it all, he still looked perfect. The sort of perfect that hurt to look at for too long.

“Hi, baby.” He whispered, returning the smile you knew you were giving him.

“You’re home.” Your voice was heavy with sleep, though a glance at the clock behind his head told you you’d only slept for half an hour.

“I’m home.” He began to move the blanket still laid over you, intending to carry you to bed. You stopped him with a hand on his forearm, enjoying the heat of him and the muscles that flexed beneath your touch.

You lifted the blanket in invitation. “Lay with me.”

Jinyoung’s hesitation lasted less than a second. He removed his shoes and climbed onto the couch beside you, easily slotting his body with yours so your head tucked beneath his chin and your limbs tangled together. He smelled nice—like the soap he kept at the company building for after-practice showers.

You laid like that in comfortable silence, happy to listen to the other’s breathing and savor the proximity. Though you had fallen asleep before, it hadn’t been a deep rest—you never seemed to sleep as well without him, recently.

But now your body was near-humming with contentment. He’s home, he’s home, he’s home, repeating over and over in a warm mantra through your mind.

You shifted against him, your hand moving to lay beneath his shirt. Jinyoung’s skin was soft against your own, his toned stomach rising and falling under your palm. You loved this feeling—this closeness to him that was only for you to experience. He was sensitive about most people touching him, but during your time together he had grown to accept your touch as easily as if it were breathing.

He shifted then, just barely, and his leg that was slotted between your thighs moved higher.

And just like that, you were awake.

Your body always seemed to be hyper-aware when it came to Jinyoung, and apparently tonight was no exception.

He didn’t seem to notice the hard left your thoughts had taken. His arms, still wrapped snugly around your waist, flexed slightly as he pulled you closer. The movement unwittingly pushed your hips further down onto his thigh, and you couldn’t help the small gasp that passed your parted lips.

Jinyoung froze. Even his breathing momentarily ceased as he processed the sound.

He pulled away from you, gently craning his head back so he could look into your eyes. Your cheeks flushed, but you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to look away.

“Oh, I see.” Jinyoung said quietly. His fingers flexed against the base of your spine. “What is it you’re thinking about?”

You trailed your fingertips across his ribs, tracing small shapes over the skin there.

“You.”

Jinyoung smiled, and goddamn if the sight didn’t take your breath away. “Me?”

You nodded, your hand moving lower until your fingertips grazed the waistband of his sweatpants. His arms around you tensed, pushing your clothed core firmly onto his muscled thigh. His soft smile widened at your sharp intake of breath.

“What about me?”

You knew why he asked. Jinyoung got a special sort of pleasure from the fact you had trouble voicing your desires aloud. He liked pushing you until you had no choice but to vocalize whatever dirty fantasy was on your mind.

And maybe you were still a little tired, because you encountered no mental block now as you said bluntly, “You. Inside me.”

Jinyoung groaned low in his throat, obviously as taken aback by your admission as you were. His hips moved involuntarily, pressing firmly into your lower stomach as he sought some sort of friction. He was already half-hard, a fact which gave you no small amount of satisfaction.

You might have been hopelessly infatuated with him, but he was just as affected by you.

He lowered his head until his face was hidden by your hair. He pressed light, open-mouthed kisses to the column of your neck, rocking his hips gently against yours. You responded in kind, matching the rhythm he created as you ground yourself a little harder against him.

Your mouth dried as your breathing shallowed, each breath unable to get quite the right amount of oxygen to your brain. It was too good. Already, it was too good and you hadn’t even truly touched one another yet.

Jinyoung’s hand found its way beneath your sweater and he made an approving sound at the discovery that you weren’t wearing a bra. His agile fingers found your peaked nipple with ease, expertly kneading your breast in a way that had your hips moving with more urgency against his thigh.

You didn’t bother to contain the breathy moans that rasped up your throat. You knew that hearing the sounds you made—and only for him—spurred him on.

He was fully erect against your stomach now, his cock straining against his sweatpants as it moved against you. Your arm against the couch found its way beneath his shirt until your hand rested in the center of his chest, your other one traveling down until you gripped his ass, holding him close to you as he moved.

You were close. Too fast, you were close. You pinched his hip in a signal to stop, which he immediately obeyed. He once again pulled his head back to look at you, though now his eyes were hooded and glazed with lust.

Oh, you were going to jump his bones.

“Please, baby,” you breathed, your voice raw. “I need you. Now.”

Jinyoung pressed hasty, desperate kisses to your jaw, your throat, your lips. “Where do you want me?”

You didn’t have to think. You’d been daydreaming about it all day. “My mouth.”

Jinyoung moaned against your skin. “Yes. God, yes.”

He pulled you up with him into a sitting position, still working that beautiful mouth against your throat. It took him a moment to convince himself to release you long enough so you could get on the floor between his legs.

This was a sight you loved more than almost anything else. Jinyoung’s hair, so much longer now than it had been when you started dating, was disheveled, framing his face in a way that screamed of sex. He gazed down at you with an expression that battled lust and adoration, and he brushed your hair out of your eyes with a tenderness that broke your heart.

His fingers lightly grasped the neckline of your sweater. “This. Take it off.”

You didn’t argue. You just grabbed the hem and tugged it over your head, pleased by the low whimper that escaped Jinyoung’s throat at the sight of your breasts. He massaged one, then the other, leaning forward just enough to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. Your fingers tangled into his hair, and you lightly tugged at the roots before pulling his face away.

He leaned back against the couch and lifted his hips to help you shimmy his sweatpants down his legs. Your mouth watered when his cock sprang free, impossibly hard and an angry red as it landed on his stomach. Beads of precum were already beading at the tip, and you decided then that you couldn’t wait anymore. You had to taste him.

You dragged your tongue from base to tip, immediately gratified by the way his hips bucked upwards. His hand fisted into your hair, holding it away from your face as your tongue circled his tip once, twice, before you took the head of his cock into your mouth.

“Ah, god…” Jinyoung’s voice was deep and rough, and you felt a blossom of heat low in your stomach. “Just like that. You’re incredible—”

His words cut off into a moan when you took him fully into your mouth, only able to get three-fourths of the way down his length before he hit the back of your throat. You bobbed your head, fueled by the sounds he made in response to your ministrations. Your nails dug into his thighs, leaving small crescents like constellations across his skin.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last if you keep that up—oh my god,” Jinyoung kicked his head back when you swallowed around him. His balls spasmed beneath your hand while the other worked his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth. You swallowed again, gag reflex be damned.

“Gonna—Ah, I’m gonna—” Without warning, Jinyoung pushed you off of him. You barely had time to blink before you were on your back on the couch, Jinyoung’s hands pressing your wrists into the cushions beside your head.

His mouth immediately found your breasts with the fervor of a starving man at a feast, drawing moans from deep within your chest.

“You think I’ll come without you?” He said against your skin, sucking a nipple harshly into his mouth for emphasis. “Not a chance in hell, baby.”

He had your pajama shorts and his own shirt off in three seconds flat. He nestled himself between your thighs, his fingers massaging the pillowy skin there as his broad shoulders held your legs apart.

You couldn’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed as he stared in awe at the slickness between your legs, apparently savoring the sight before he decided to taste.

But after what had to be a good twenty seconds, you were sick of it. You squirmed, pushing your hips toward his parted lips.

“Please, Jinyoung—” Your plea hadn’t even finished sounding when he at last parted you with his tongue, his lips immediately closing around your clit. You sighed heavily, the breath whooshing from your chest at some of the pressure between your legs finally easing.

If there was one thing your boyfriend was an expert at, it was this. Your back arched off the couch as two of his fingers followed his mouth, gathering some of your arousal onto his fingertips before roughly pushing into you. Jinyoung’s mouth worked sinfully, sucking and kissing and grazing his teeth along your clit while his fingers curled inside you.

“You taste so good, baby.” He pulled his fingers out nearly all the way before ramming them back in at an angle. “Can’t get enough of you.” Jinyoung’s voice was nearly a growl.

You were a quivering mess in less than a minute. You rocked your hips in time with the movement of his fingers. One of his arms slung across your lower stomach, less to halt your movements and more to maintain as much physical contact as possible.

“Jinyoung, I’m—I’m—” You gasped out, your eyes screwed shut.

“Yes. Yes, come on my tongue, please.” He moaned against you, and you were gone. Your orgasm shattered through you at the speed of light, your walls clenching over and over again around his fingers as he worked you through it. Your hips rolled against his mouth and he happily accepted, his tongue moving slower now as you came down from your high.

At last, you opened your eyes. The sight of Jinyoung between your thighs, his lips slick with you, nearly sent you over the edge again.

He crawled up your body with impossible grace, his hips settling between your thighs as you reached up to take his face between your hands.

“Still with me?” He whispered against your mouth. You dragged your tongue along his bottom lip in response and locked your legs at the ankles around his waist. You still felt lightheaded in the wake of your orgasm, but god. You needed more, more, more. That’s how it always was with Jinyoung.

You shifted to help him line up his cock with your entrance, and you both gasped as the head fitted itself into you. And then he pushed in, and in, and the stretch was so glorious you thought you might just die then and there.

“You always take me so well,” Jinyoung groaned and pressed a chaste kiss to your temple as, at last, his hips were flush with yours. He pulled out to the head before thrusting in again, and your body jolted beneath his when his cock hit your g-spot.

He repeated this again, and again, and again, until you took his chin in a hand and kissed him fiercely. Enough playing, it said. Fuck me senseless.

Whatever leash Jinyoung held on himself snapped. He slammed into you repeatedly, mercilessly, your whimpers broken by his skin colliding with yours.

You both panted in time with his movements, your hips lifting to meet his stroke for stroke. Jinyoung’s head fell into the crook of your shoulder and your nails dug into his biceps hard enough to leave marks. He didn’t seem to mind—he moaned senseless praises against your skin, switching between kissing and biting the muscle at the base of your neck.

There was no feeling like this. No feeling like being completely filled by the man you loved, his body so perfectly formed for yours that the head of his cock hit that incredible spot inside you with ease.

You rose together, higher and higher until you were whimpering messes that existed only in this moment, only for each other.

“I’m—Jinyoung—god, baby, I’m coming—”

“Yes, yes. Need to feel you—ah—come on my cock. Please, please—”

This orgasm was different from the last. Where before you were lightning, streaking with reckless abandon across the sky, now you were a tsunami. A wave of pleasure crashed over you from within, the fire beginning from so deep inside you that you didn’t know where it ended and you began.

You clenched around him so tightly that he had trouble keeping up his thrusts.

“Oh my god—” Jinyoung gasped against you. Distantly, you felt his teeth bite gently on your collarbone in an effort to stifle his moans. His hips stuttered and slowed, and you felt the gushing warmth of his release as he finished inside you. “Thank you, thank you—god, I love you so much.”

Jinyoung stilled but didn’t remove himself from your body. Instead, you were both content to lay entangled like this, still impossibly close and drowning in the warmth of your bodies.

After what could have been minutes or hours, Jinyoung lifted his head from your shoulder and pressed a tender kiss to your swollen lips.

“I love you,” you whispered, so softly that your words were barely a breath of air moving.

Jinyoung smiled and you brushed his hair from his eyes, scratching his scalp gently with your fingernails.

“One of these days, I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

You both laughed, though you knew within your own minds that his declaration was true, and just basked in the gentle peace glowing around you.

One of these days, you were going to say yes.

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[suna-reversed]

warnings: male nipple play, daddy! Toji, thigh fucking

head empty, just wanf toji tiddie in my mouf

Dilf! Toji who gives the biggest warmest hugs, his big beefy arms making you feel all safe in his embrace while his chest naturally radiates body heat- on most days you don’t even need a blanket to sleep because being curled up under his body like that is enough to keep you cozy and comfortable.

Toji who wakes up in less than a minute as soon as he notices the lack of your touch, the sound of small whimpers coming from the other side of the bed where you’ve rolled over to. Toji’s quick to pull you back into him, shushing you, even in sleep as he strokes your hair.

“Da-daddy...”

He knows what you need as your teary eyes flutter open, soft whines for him as your fingers rake their way down his shirt, one of your legs sliding over his middle as you give him a lip quivering pout.

“Hey doll, you okay?”

He’s tenderly smiling at you as you continue your failed attempts, nosing at the expanse of his chest over the fabric of his shirt, small cries continuing to leave your mouth. He brings a hand up to caress your cheek,

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you” His fingers are hooking into the collar of his shirt, pulling up the material with one tug. You’re immediately mouthing at the revealed skin, a sharp hiss leaving Toji as your hot mouth finds his hardening nipple.

Your eyes close as you continue to contentedly suckle the tiny bud and Toji reaches a hand down to free his cock from its confines.

“C��mon doll-” he nudges apart your legs as he slides a hand in between, deftly pulling aside your panties. You whine as you’re pulled away from your comfort, Toji adjusting you till his thick member is situated in between your soft plush thighs.

He’s ushering your head back with a gentle push of his hand and you go back to sucking and nibbling right away as you hear him groan and start to slowly rock his hips,

“Fuck...there you go baby.”

His strokes are languid, almost tantalising, as Toji slides in and out from in between your flesh, your drenched heat right above acting as a lubricant for him as it coats his cock and then the inside of your thighs in slick.

You seem to have fallen back into your slumber soon afterwards. Toji carefully continues his movements as he reaches a hand up to play with the sensitive bud you had been mouthing at, groaning quietly, removing himself from in between your thighs as he moves his other hand down to fist his cum covered girth.

Hefty grunts fill the silent night air as he strokes himself to the thought of your lips being wrapped around the head, your hands cupping his balls as he hits the back of your throat, the image of you opening your mouth to show him you’ve swallowed it all like a good girl- it has his body jolting, eyes clenching shut as he covers your thighs in his seed, waiting till the morning to wake you up with his tongue buried deep inside your wet cunt.

[notkageyamasprincess]

发｜miya atsumu x reader

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characters: miya atsumu x f!reader

genre/warnings: fluff, tiny snippet of angst and smut (please do skip over it if you are a minor), hair pulling, rough sex, okay even though it’s a tiny crumb of smut it’s a bit filthy, underage drinking (for some countries), i do not condone this behaviour please do not engage in underage drinking

words: 1.0k

summary: miya atsumu and the different ways he touched your hair throughout your relationship. alternatively, a collection of moments in your lives from age six to age seventy.

notes: mmOKAY i know this sounds super strange but pleaseee trust me it’s actually really sweet, and not at all weird even though this lowkey seems like some kink or fetish. also since we’re talking about hair here, i know my descriptions aren’t inclusive of all readers in this one, so forgive me!

Age six: You sat in front of him in class and you came to school every day with your hair in bouncy, shining pigtails. They always dangled in front of him, looking very enticing. How could a boy resist? So, he grabbed one firmly in his hand, and yanked.

Age eleven: He had just gotten his ice cream cone from the stand when he stumbles over a pebble, causing him to lurch forward, accidentally getting some ice cream in your long locks. Uh oh. He frantically wipes at the mess with his napkin, attempting to clean the evidence before you noticed. He failed of course. Oh, you had noticed alright. He had no choice but to hand over the rest of his treat. You went home with sticky hair, but at least you had ice cream.

Age fifteen: You just experienced your first heartbreak. As you sobbed into his chest, Atsumu soothingly strokes the back of your head in consolation, wishing he could erase the pain. But he secretly thought that you were probably better off without that boy anyway. You deserved someone better. Someone like himself.

Age nineteen: The two of you were at a college party, releasing all the tension of exam season from your bodies. You definitely had a bit too much to drink, and obviously couldn’t hold your liquor as well as Atsumu. Consequently, you were presently knelt over the toilet bowl, emptying the contents of your stomach, which was mostly sugar and alcohol. Rookie mistake. He tsked as he held back your tangled tresses. “I told you to get food before coming. I’m taking you home after this. You’re going to have a nasty hangover tomorrow, you know.”

Age twenty-one: You finally confessed your feelings to each other. You’re currently at a ramen shop, on your first official date. Funnily enough, after going through all those men, you still ended up with the same boy you grew up with. As you leaned down to take a bite, he swept your hair over your shoulder so it doesn’t fall into the steaming soup.

Age twenty-two: Atsumu knocked on the door to your apartment, begging for forgiveness. You just had your first major fight. His hopeful eyes lit up as soon as he heard the lock click, but he frowned upon seeing your crumpled face. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I said all those terrible things that I didn’t mean, I’m such an ass.” He took you into his arms and surrounded you in his comforting scent. “____, I don’t want to fight like this ever again. I love you.” You gazed up at him with watery eyes. “I love you too, ‘Tsumu. So much.” He wiped away your tears with his thumbs, tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, then caressed your face and kissed you deeply.

Age twenty-four: You finally moved in together. The air in your shared bedroom was unbearably hot, the bed creaked under your vigorous motion, and the headboard struck a continuous rhythm against the wall. He panted from behind you. “Shit, sweetheart, did you get even tighter since last time?” You heard him grunt as his rough hands gathered your hair into a messy ponytail, pulling you backwards to meet every thrust. You let out a lewd moan at the burning sensation on your scalp, loving the way it stung, getting lost in the pleasure. Your creaming pussy clenched around him as he quickened the pace, pounding into you impossibly fast, releasing a myriad of pretty sounds from your throat. “Fuck princess, just like that. Don’t get all shy on me now, let the neighbours hear your sweet voice. Give ‘em an unforgettable first impression, yeah?”

Age thirty: You relaxed under the hot stream of water as he kneaded your sore shoulders. Your belly was round and swollen at thirty-six weeks, and it’s become difficult to carry out simple tasks, such as showering. You purred as he lathered on the shampoo, massaging your head and washing away the oil and grime. “You’re so good to me, baby. I’m so lucky to have you.” “Trust me ____, I’m even more lucky.”

Age thirty-six: You and your husband were seated on a bench, watching your child run around in the playground. The abundant foliage of a hulking tree shielded you from the late autumn sun, and a mild breeze travelled across the park, twirling the leaves on each branch. One landed on the crown of your head, which Atsumu brushed away tenderly. You laid your head on his shoulder and sighed in happiness.

Age forty-two: The mellow glow of the sun filtered in through the blinds in your bedroom. Your child was downstairs enjoying breakfast while you got ready to drive them to school before work. You and Atsumu were in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth when you felt him collect your hair and loosely tie it back. “It wagh gettin’ into yer mouf,” he explained, through a mouth full of minty foam. You smiled at him fondly, finished brushing, and pecked him on the cheek before getting dressed.

Age fifty-three: You and Atsumu had just arrived home from the airport after sending your child off to their final semester of college. As you walked into the foyer, you glanced at the mirror in the hall, suddenly noticing that your silver hairs have grown in again. Initially, you only had a few strands, but they seemed to multiply every year. Later, you were settled into an armchair as Atsumu sifted through your roots, plucking out all the silver hairs he could find. When he completed his task, he placed a kiss on each of your temples and took your hands in his own. “You’re still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Age seventy: You were sitting in front of your vanity, observing your husband behind you as he combed your hair into a neat style. It was part of your morning routine; he would help you get ready before you went on your morning walk. “____, did I already say that I love you today?” You laughed softly and beamed at him. “Yes Atsumu, you did. And I love you too.”

a/n: k why do i write about hair so much tbh?? also even though i read a healthy amount of smut, this is the first time i’ve ever written smut of any form and it’s probably a one-time thing…unless? akdjfhgd i’m kidding i’ll leave that to the experts until i’ve honed my smut writing skills ANYWAYS hope y’all find this enjoyable!

[mumintroll]

y is there such a size difference between small spoons n big spoons.. small spoons r so tiny so baby big spoons barely fit in my mouf

[riotmlllf]

Gerard Way Tiny Teef. Toddler Tooths. Baby Mouf. 

[natteryaktoad]

“Right then, Anchor, theater time!” Sharla said, strapping her son into his carseat and then going around the other side of the car to get into the drivers’ seat.

“Are we weally gonna dee da Gwuffalo?” Anchor asked as Sharla backed out of the drive. “De weally weal one? Will id ead me?”

“It’s just a man dressed up as the Gruffalo,” Sharla explained, turning onto the highway. “That’s what the theater is, remember, people dressing up and acting out stories.”

Anchor sighed. “I wis id wad a weal Gwuffalo!” he said.

Sharla smiled, glancing back in the rearview mirror to see Anchor snuggled down in his carseat.

“Mama, do boyd who are four have napf?” Anchor asked.

“If they need them,” Sharla grinned. “If they’ve got an exciting day ahead of them, and need a nap in the car, I don’t see why not,” she said.

Anchor closed his eyes and stopped talking, and Sharla continued to drive. After a couple of miles, she became aware of a pickup truck tailgating her. She sighed and slowed down to increase the distance between her and the vehicle in front. Why didn’t this idiot just overtake her, already? - there was plenty of room.

But he didn’t overtake, just stayed right behind her. Sharla found herself speeding up a bit, out of nervousness, even as she tried to keep her distance from the car in front. Why wouldn’t the pickup just overtake?

Suddenly, the pickup put on a burst of speed and rammed into the back of Sharla’s car, pushing her off the road. Sharla screamed as they crashed into a tree which grew by the side of the road. Sharla was hurled forward into the airbag, then jerked back by her seatbelt, showered by broken glass. Anchor screamed too, jolted out of his sleep.

“Anchor!” Sharla screamed. “Are you okay?”

“Id hurds, Mama!” Anchor sobbed. Sharla tried to turn around to see him, but she found she couldn’t move. The rearview mirror had twisted around and she couldn’t see Anchor in that, either. Sharla tried to open the door, but it hurt too much to move her arm. She reached across herself and tried to open the door with her other arm, but the door wouldn’t budge.

“It’s okay, Anchor, we’re going to be okay,” she told him, hoping it was true.

It only took a couple of minutes for help to arrive, but it felt like eternity to Sharla. Soon, though, a man was picking his way down the verge from the highway, a cell phone in his hand.

“Ambulance is on it’s way,” he called. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Sharla forced out, although she was far from fine. “My son - please, he’s in the back.”

The man walked around the car and Sharla heard the sound of a door opening. Anchor was still screaming, but he stopped momentarily when the door opened.

“Hello, are you hurt, mate?” the guy asked.

“My doof,” Anchor moaned. “An my yeg.”

“Tooth. And leg,” Sharla translated.

“Yeah, I see it - his leg’s twisted a bit under the carseat - want me to try and get it out?” the man asked.

“Please,” Sharla said.

Anchor screamed again, but it seemed the man had managed to get his foot free, because he quickly subsided into sobs.

“It’s going to be okay, Anchor,” Sharla said again. She managed to take off her seatbelt and twist around in her seat to look at her son, fighting through the pain this movement caused.

Sharla heard sirens, and within two more minutes, paramedics were at the car. The first paramedic carried Anchor up to the ambulance, whilst the second worked with the man who’d called the ambulance to help Sharla scoot over to the passenger seat and leave the car that way, since the driver’s door still wouldn’t open.

At the hospital, Sharla and Anchor were both checked over. Sharla’s wrist and Anchor’s leg were both x-rayed, but luckily neither were broken. They sat together on one bed as doctors removed the shards of glass from their faces and Sharla’s arms.

“My doof,” Anchor said again. “Mama, my doof hurts.”

Once all the glass was out, the doctor looked at Anchor’s mouth. “A dentist will need to see that,” he said. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Mama, are we dill goin do da deeada?” Anchor asked.

Sharla shook her head sadly. The show had started ten minutes ago. “Not today, baby. I’m sorry. I’m sure we’ll be able to reschedual for another time.”

“Mama, why d’we cwash?”

“I don’t know, baby,” Sharla said. She wasn’t about to tell her son they’d been run off the road - he didn’t need to worry about that. Sharla was worrying though - had it really been deliberate? Or just bad driving? Had the driver of the pickup even stopped? - she hadn’t thought to ask.

The doctor came back. “We’ve got a paediactric dentist on site, who’s coming down to take a look,” he said. “Also, the police are here to speak to you.”

Sharla left Anchor with a nurse whilst she went to talk to the police - she didn’t want him to overhear the conversation. She she got back, Anchor was lying back on the bed and a woman Sharla guessed to be the dentist was looking into his mouth.

“Can you remember what happened to hurt that tooth?” she asked Anchor.

Anchor nodded. “When we cwashed, I band my mouf on da dide od my dardeet an’ id wad ow!”

Sharla started to translate, but the dentist stopped her with a smile. “I got it,” she said. “I’m used to listening to patients try and tell me things with their mouths wide open and half a dozen instruments in there. Well, Anchor, I’m afraid that tooth’s going to have to come out. It’s very wobbly and broken, and if I don’t take it out it’s going to hurt you a lot, okay?”

“Oday,” Anchor said. “Will id hurd?”

“Yes,” the dentist said truthfully. “I can either just pull it straight out, which will hurt whilst I’m doing it, but then it’ll stop; or I can give you a shot to stop it hurting, but the shot itself will hurt a little bit, and your mouth will feel funny and numb for a few hours. You might not be able to eat much for the rest of the day. But I think it’s nearly out already - it should be fine to pull it out without the shot.”

“I needa ead!” Anchor told her. “It my birdday! We havin’ dake!”

“Oh, we definitely need to do this without the shot, then,” the dentist smiled. “If you’re having cake. Happy birthday, Anchor - how old are you today?”

“Four!”

“Wow, that’s pretty grown up.”

“Yeah, an I’m vewy bwave,” Anchor said, lying back with his mouth wide open again.

“This okay with you?” the dentist asked Sharla, who nodded her consent.

Anchor was brave, and the tooth was out in seconds.

“I i all une?” Anchor asked thickly, though the gauze the dentist was holding to the place his tooth had been.

“All done,” she nodded. “If Mum can just hold that on-” Sharla moved over to take over holding the gauze to Anchor’s gum “-then I can show you.” The dentist showed Anchor the tooth. Sharla was amazed at how tiny it was.

Anchor made a series of noises which Sharla correctly guessed was him asking if he could take the tooth home, a request which she relayed to the dentist.

“Of course,” the dentist said. “I’ll put it in a little bag or a jar for you.”

“If you put it under your pillow tonight, the tooth fairy will come and give you some money for it,” Sharla told Anchor, as the dentist walked out.

“Ow mud?” Anchor wanted to know.

“I’m not sure,” Sharla said. She have to put some feelers out and find out what the going rate was these days. When she’d been little it had been a simoleon for the first tooth, 50p for the second, and 20p thereafter, but she figured with inflation it was probably a lot more these days.

About five minutes later, the original doctor came back with Anchor’s tooth in a little plastic bag, and told Sharla they were about ready to discharge the two of them, so she called Isaiah to come pick them up, since the car was a write-off.

[meya-the-dumhead]

babies

im not talking about toddlers. my sister is two and although i would kill for her she happens to be a shithead toddler lmao.

 but babies. they are made of starlight and their lil bellies are filled with happiness. only exception is when they screemch. they summon power from satan himself and unleash hell upon us with their tiny lil moufs. babies are scary.

but also my moms friend had a lil bb and when  they came over to visit i held him. he just curled up in my arms. he then proceeded to try and eat my finger but i let him bc babies can do anything to me and i will not protest. and when he grabbed my arms with his smol chubby arms?? i fuckin m e l t e d dude.

babies are truly a bruh moment

[butmakeitgayblog]

City of Angels: Just a Little Doped Up

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Lexa ached seeing her wife in pain.

Ached.

The weeks leading up to the big day had left Lexa feeling emotionally drained; a jittery ball of nerves bouncing from one room of their apartment to the next, testing out any and every remedy she could come up with to alleviate her wife's discomfort. Weeding through half-hearted protests of, "I'm fine," and diligently argued pleas of, "I'll do it later," Lexa clawed, begged, borrowed, and stole her way to this particular finish line.

After a month of grumbled fights and empty threats of a contentious divorce if Clarke didn't stop rescheduling, Lexa could only manage a haphazard sigh at being on the receiving end of her wife's icy glare when they'd finally led her away.

Because Clarke had eventually agreed to the procedure, albeit with an air of begrudging resignation, having spent the days leading up to the appointment grumpily preparing Lexa for what to expect.

And she thought she did know what to expect. Lexa had fully anticipated the swollen cheeks and glazed eyes that greeted her when the nurse had called her back. She'd expected the blood tinted dribble of drool that leaked from the lax hang of her wife's mouth. Even the wobbly chin and glistening sheen of tears upon seeing her again didn't lead Lexa to think a single thing was amiss.

But this?

She certainly hadn't anticipated this.

"Who the hell is that?"

"Pardon?" Lexa mumbled in return as she continued to read through the clipboard in her hands, a sigh escaping her at the fifth question in a row.

"I thaaaid," Clarke pushed out with a glassy roll of her eyes, "who the hell is that?"

Slowly dragging her eyes up for a moment Lexa flashed a pleading, yet overly-saccharine, look of love at her wife.

"Clarke?" she said as sweetly as she could manage.

"Hu?"

"Shhh. Just for a little bit, okay?"

Lexa watched an affronted frown pull at her wife's lips, cheeks stuffed with enough gauze to render any threat from the look quite moot. Shooting the disgruntled love of her life another smile, Lexa turned back to the discharge sheet she'd been attempting to fill out.

"Is she always this… lively?"

A cough of laughter jumped from Lexa's chest as she dotted the final 'i' in her last name. Handing the clipboard back to the waiting nurse, Lexa grinned over at the woman now fighting through a series of torturous looking blinks.

"You have no idea," she whispered. "But this is rare form, for sure. You'd think a doctor would-"

"Oh no," the nurse, Monroe, interrupted, shaking her head ruefully as she moved to slip the clipboard in its holder. "Doctors make the worst patients. If they're not pulling the MD card on you, they--"

"Heeey you. C'mere."

"-- Act like a fool?" Lexa finished for her, tossing an exasperated look toward the caregiver in charge.

Turning to the sound of her wife's call, Lexa had to swallow the urge to laugh. Despite Clarke's best attempt at what Lexa knew to be her sultry voice of seduction, the growing puddle of spittle escaping the loose sling of her mouth was enough to kill any hope of that particular mood.

"Yes, my love?" she soothed anyway, rolling the wheeled stool she sat on over to catch her wife's searching hand. "You feeling okay?"

"Yeah," Clarke hummed, her words sticky, and slow, and slurred. "There's thit in my mouf."

"It's gauze, sweetheart," Lexa said, leaning down to press the whisper of a kiss to the swollen curve of Clarke's jaw. "You had your wisdom teeth taken out."

"They took my teef?!"

Seeing the flash of indignant anger in Clarke's eyes, Lexa immediately moved to intercept Clarke's free hand that had sluggishly tried, and failed, to fly up to her mouth.

"You asked them to, remember? They were hurting you."

Clarke shook her head, her eyes turning watery along with her words. "I wouldn't do that."

"I promise ya, hun," the nurse chuckled as she moved to Clarke's other side. "You did."

"But I hate doctorth."

"Amen, sister," Monroe hummed as she took Clarke's wrist and did a final check of her vitals.

Lexa watched as Clarke's eyes seemed to spin in their sockets for a moment before landing on her again, a smile blooming on Lexa's lips at her wife's adorable befuddlement.

"I lub you," Clarke slurred with doe-eyed conviction, picking her head up just to have it fall back a second later. Letting her wandering gaze loop around to her opposite side, baby-blues turned to the nurse instead. "I lub her, ya know."

"I should hope so," the nurse grinned as she placed Clarke's hand back down. "Otherwise the whole marriage thing would be kinda awkward."

"Yeah," Clarke said in a lazy sigh. "That'd be weird… Like we were straight--."

"Okay, Clarke," Lexa tried, shooting Monroe an apologetic smile. "Why don't we just-"

"But I'm in lub with her," she rolled on, pausing for a moment to noisily smack her obviously numb lips. "She's an angel, ya know?"

"She seems like it."

"No. No," Clarke shook her head defiantly. "You don't get it."

Releasing a nervous laugh, Lexa squeezed the hand in her grip in warning. "Clarke--"

"She's an angel. Like with the flappy wingth one. A halo and… 'N a harp, I think. Birkenstockth."

"Well those are certainly all words," Monroe smiled down at the babbling patient.

"She fell down a cliff to lub me," Clarke crooned in high-pitched broken words, her lip starting to tremble again with emotion.

Running a soothing hand through blonde hair, Lexa shook her head at the nurse holding back laughter as she stood to lean over her doped-up wife. "Clarke, sweetheart, shhhh, okay? We're gonna be going home in a minute, so just rest. If you talk too much, the swelling will be worse."

"Thee, look," Clarke said, ignoring Lexa entirely as she flopped a hand in the general direction of Lexa's face. "She's still got a lil thcar on her eye... I kith it when she's thleeping."

Head rolling back towards the nurse, Clarke looked up with a deadpan warning.

"Don't tell her that though."

"It'll be our little secret," Monroe winked before moving toward the door. "Okay, Mrs. Griffin, I'm gonna go get you the rest of your aftercare info and a wheelchair, and then you can get this one home."

Lexa breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Thanks, Monroe."

"No problem, just sit tight."

The door clicked shut as the woman left, Lexa taking her seat again to fire off a text to Raven to let her know they'd be done soon. A hush fell over the room as she slid her phone back into her pocket before lifting her head… and seeing her wife glaring daggers at the closed door.

"What?"

Blue eyes rolled to her with what Lexa supposed could be defined as righteous indignation.

"I think that bith was flirtin' with me."

"Clarke," Lexa gasped and her mouth dropped open. "Do not call her that."

"She got all winky with me," Clarke argued, mimicking the move by seductively winking with both eyes. "I know what that meansth."

"Sweetheart, she was not flirting with you."

"She's trying to busth up a happy home. Make me get a divorce."

"She wasn't. She just thought you were being goofy."

"I'm not goofy… You're goofy."

Lexa simply sighed. "I am goofy, you're right."

"I know," Clarke nodded as Lexa tucked back a wayward curl behind Clarke's ear. "... 'N fuckin' 'winky' out there-"

"Clarke, stop."

"You tell her to sthop," Clarke frowned. "I'm married and she nid- no- needs to knock it off."

"I'll tell her that, okay?"

Clarke merely sighed, head falling to the side as stared over at Lexa through several slow blinks. "I can't feel my lipth."

"They're still there. Pretty as ever."

"I think they took my tongue away."

"I hope not. Definitely need that for later."

Clarke perked up at that.

"Are we gonna have thex later?"

"No," Lexa chuckled. "You're high as a kite, love. And you're going to be in a lot of pain in just a little bit, so I think it's gonna be a while before-"

Her words cut off as Clarke's bottom lips scrunched together, eyes filling with tears yet again.

"Oh, don't cry," Lexa hushed through a laugh as she scooted closer, carefully cradling her wife's face in her palms. She swept the pad of her thumb along the delicate row of lashes, collecting the dewy droplets before they could fall.

"You don't wanna have thex with me anymore," Clarke sniffled.

"I always want to have sex with you, Clarke," Lexa assured with a smile, rolling her eyes at the entire trainwreck of a conversation. "But you just had surgery, so for now you have to heal first."

"... Heal first?"

"Yes," Lexa nodded definitively. "Heal first, then sex. I promise."

Clarke seemed to debate the matter for a moment, her eyes shifting in and out of focus as Lexa ran fingers through the tendrils of her hair.

"Okay," Clarke finally conceded, giving a lazy shrug of her shoulder as all traces of sadness suddenly vanished from her face.

Lexa snorted as she pulled back, glad to have seemingly navigated that particular minefield successfully. A quiet knock on the door pulled her attention away as the door eased open and Monroe walked backward into the room.

"Alright, Clarke," she announced, pivoting around to pull a wheelchair up to the side of the recovery chair. "Your chariot awaits, m'lady."

"Oh look, winky'th back. Mleeeh."

Monroe's face pulled to the side in confusion, her gaze darting to Lexa who could only close her eyes and shake her head in answer. Biting her lips to seemingly hold back an amused response, the nurse gave a tiny nod of understanding as she moved to help the patient currently losing a battle with a blanket.

"Alrighty. Anyway. Ready to head home, Mrs. Griffin?"

"Griffin-Woodth," Clarke immediately groaned as she lumbered to her feet, one arm hooked through Lexa's while the other elbowed the nurse away. "We're a team."

Monroe lifted her hands up in surrender when Lexa grunted against Clarke's struggling and gave up on their coaxing method of transport, instead moving to wrap an arm around Clarke's waist to bodily shuffle her into the wheelchair. Easing her wife down in the seat, Lexa dodged a sloppy kiss aimed at her cheek.

"Hang on, sweetheart, you're bleeding again," she rushed out before Clarke could become emotionally unglued at her rebuff, mechanically moving to ransack the sterile tray still off to the side to grab a few fresh bundles of gauze.

Squatting down, Lexa tipped Clarke's head forward by her chin, thanking everything holy when her wife let her mouth fall open at her urging. Swapping out the soaked gauze for fresh ones and escaping unscathed from the teasing nip of teeth at her fingers, Lexa tenderly wiped Clarke's chin clean before tossing the rolls in the biohazard bin and moving to wash her hands.

"Well at least we know she's all set for home aftercare," Monroe said with a grin as Lexa shook her hands off and wiped them dry on a few paper towels.

Ears pinking at the statement, Lexa ditched the towels in the bin as well and made her way back over. "Yeah, sorry. Force of habit. Working inside of a hospital and being married to a doctor for four years, you just kinda get used to it."

"A lot of spouses can be a little put-off by the blood and drool."

"She drools when she sleeps anyway," Lexa shrugged, gathering up the paperwork they needed and stuffing them inside Clarke's purse. Placing the bag over her shoulder, Lexa leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her wife's forehead. "You ready to go home, love?"

"Mhmmmm," Clarke hummed with a dopey bob of her head.

Lexa held the door open as the nurse started wheeling Clarke out, her eyes doing a scan of the room to make sure they had everything. A quick jog let her catch up to the pair as they neared the patient checkout, Clarke babbling Monroe's ear off the entire way.

"Hey, sexy," a voice shouted as the doors of the clinic slid open. "Get your fine ass over here."

Lexa smiled at the call as she looked up from the soggy flow of words her wife was directing at seemingly no one in particular.

"Wabeeeen," Clarke called back in a throaty haze of excitement, her head and hand not holding an ice-pack wobbling back and forth in a bizarre kind of drugged-up celebration dance. "Baby, Waben's here."

"I know," Lexa said as Monroe wheeled them toward the SUV parked by the curb. "She drove us here. And now she's gonna give us a ride home, remember?"

"That'th nice of her... She's tho nice," Clarke sniffled as they pulled to a stop. Lexa could barely hold back a sputter of laughter at that, giving Clarke a conciliatory nod.

"Sure she is. We'll go with that."

"Jesus, Griff, what'd they do to you?"

Lexa's head snapped up to level their friend with a warning glare after blue eyes turned to her and started welling up all over again.

"Because ya look great!" Raven very expertly added, pulling her lips back in apology before spinning around toward her car and opening the door. "Okay, let's get you up and in, princess. Chop chop."

Scoffing at that pathetic display, Lexa pulled the purse off of her shoulder and shoved it in Raven's general direction as she rounded to the front of the wheelchair.

"You ready to get in, love?" she asked as she squatted down in front of her wife. "Me and Monroe are gonna help, okay?"

"No."

"Clarke--"

"I can walk mythelf."

"Let us help."

"You really shouldn't walk by yourself, Mrs. Griffin."

Clarke scowled at the nurse, a mumbled "Griffin-Woodth" floating between them as Lexa straightened back up.

"Don't make me do it, Clarke."

Blue eyes swung back around to her, a defiant glint coloring them… once they'd stopped rolling in Clarke's head.

"You're gonna be mad at yourself later," Lexa reminded. She waited a long moment as her wife stubbornly stared back. Shoulders slumping in defeat, Lexa stepped aside with a sigh and nodded toward the car.

Raven smiled and shook her head as she raised a knuckle and rapped twice on the darkened window.

"You owe me five bucks, Woods," Raven said as the door popped open.

"Yeah, yeah," Lexa frowned and shuffled aside to make room. "Excuse me for siding with my wife."

"Well in all fairness, it was a really dumb bet."

"Thank you," Lexa drawled as her friend stepped out.

Anya only shrugged as she closed the door behind her. Stepping to the wheelchair, she pulled up the sleeves of her long black coat and smirked down. "So we meet again, Clarke."

"Anya!" Clarke cheered, throwing her hand up to awkwardly pat the woman on the arm. Twisting around to look at the nurse behind her, Clarke hushed her voice and added, "She's an angel too, ya know?"

"Is that right?"

"Mhm. Our guard- our garden- our gardenia angel. But she kinda thucks at it. Don't tell her I thaid that though."

Anya's spine snapped to attention at the words, her glare darting between Lexa and the nurse eyeing the strangeness of her thick, dark outfit in the middle of L.A. heat with curiosity. Letting out a nervous chuckle, Lexa minutely shook her head and grabbed Clarke's hand to get her attention.

"Yes, sweetheart, everyone here's an angel. Let's get you in the car now, 'kay?"

"Yes," Monroe said as she seemed to blink herself out of whatever thoughts she'd been having, instead walking to the side of the wheelchair and flipping on the breaks. "Time to go, Mrs. Griffin… Woods. Griffin-Woods," she tacked on at the narrowing of Clarke's eyes before glancing up at the woman across from her. "You wanna grab that side?"

"Don't worry about it, just step back," Raven said as she helped Lexa guide the nurse up and away. "It'll be easier this way 'cause grouchy ass likes to fight anyone helping her."

With that, Anya crouched down and slid one arm beneath the bend of Clarke's knees, the other snaking between her arm and waist to wrap around her back.

"Up we go," Anya murmured and lifted Clarke out of the seat, ignoring the lazy protests from her passenger as she kicked aside the wheelchair with ease. Monroe grappled to grab and right the seat as Lexa refused to look at her, instead letting her head fall into her hand at the entire display.

Raven opened the backseat door as wide as it would go when Anya stepped forward.

"Clarke, tuck your head into me like you do Lexa," Anya said as she bent to scoot the woman through the door of the car, only to yank back a moment later with a garbled yell of disgust. "Not like that!"

"Anya--"

"She licked me!"

"You thaid like Lexa."

"Why did I agree to not film this?" Raven groaned and flopped back against the side of the car.

"Can we please get this shit show on the road," Lexa sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she took control of the chaos and began rattling off instructions. "Clarke, no licking. Anya, just get her in the car. Raven, you agreed because your friend, my wife, is a very well-respected doctor and teacher, and having a video of her licking a random woman's neck wouldn't be great for her career. Now, go start the car. Monroe… I don't even know. Thank you? And I'm sorry about all of this."

The nurse simply smiled as she reached down to unlock the wheels again and looped around back toward the clinic. "Don't worry about it. Happens more often than you'd think. She'll be out of it for a bit, but just roll with it. Keep everything clean, read the aftercare instructions, and call if you have any questions."

Exchanging a final nod of goodbye, the nurse left the group and went back inside.

"Okay, put her in, Ahn. I'll meet you on the other side."

With a disgruntled huff, Anya gave the woman in her arms another wary glance and moved to settle her into the backseat. Lexa rushed around the back of the SUV and flung the door open, slipping in and across the bench seat in the back as Anya leaned in and set Clarke down.

"Hey, Clarke? I'm gonna buckle you in now," Lexa said as she accepted the seat belt clasp Anya stretched out for her.

Clarke glared between the two of them, her hands swatting at her sides. "I'm not a child. I can do it mythelf."

"You just licked Anya's neck in the middle of a parking lot," Raven pointed out as she started the engine. "And that was after you told a random stranger that she's a whole ass angel."

"Yeah, she told her I was one inside as well," Lexa said as she clicked the buckle in place.

"Hence why we're not exactly trusting you or your motor functions right now, babe."

"But she is an angel. You are an angel," Clarke hummed, sending a hazy look of adoration to her wife while Lexa draped a blanket over her lap. "You're my angel."

"Say angel again," Raven snorted and slipped on a pair of sunglasses.

"... Sure doesn't fuck like an angel though."

"Ew, no!" Anya thundered and flung herself backward out of the door frame, dramatically heaving twice before slamming the door shut hard enough to rock the entire car.

"Clarke," Lexa hissed as her wife continued to leer.

"Huh?"

Anya grunted as she whipped the front door open and climbed in. "Why did I agree to come to this?"

Clarke's lips pooched as she sent a very wet sounding smooch in Lexa's direction. "Don't be mad, baby. I like that you're nasty in bed."

"Oh my G-- Lexa, will you please muzzle her. No one wants to hear this."

"Speak for yourself," Raven gleefully cut in as she started to pull away. "Get it, Griff! Tell us the really freaky shit."

"She lets me--"

"Clarke!" Lexa yelled while leaning forward to get her attention. Glazed eyes blinked at her in slow passes as a pout spread across Clarke's face. Sighing when she was sure she had her wife's attention, Lexa reached up and tugged a curl of blonde behind her ear. "... I promise you, whatever it was you wanted to say just now, you would wholeheartedly regret saying it later. Especially to Raven."

"That's fair actually," Raven called back as she moved them through midmorning traffic.

Clarke shifted to reach for Lexa's hand, assuring her in what Lexa supposed could be a valiant attempt at a whisper. "Don't worry, baby. I wasn't gonna tell 'em about the butt stuff."

Eyes sliding closed as a chorus of retching mingled with cackling laughter from the front seat, Lexa sat back in her seat and ran a hand through her hair.

"Not a word."

"I'm not saying anything," Raven choked out through the dying rolls of her laughter.

The car fell quiet as they drove, Lexa looking out the window and letting her mind drift. She watched the cars and hills of the outskirts of L.A. fly past as they wound their way home. Despite… well, everything, she was glad this was finally over; the final expense officially checked off of their list of 'to-do's'. She idly tapped her fingers on the leather of her seat and admired the green hillsides, smiling to herself as she thought of what came next.

They hadn't told anyone when they'd made the decision to start looking through private listings, Lexa having sworn Anya to secrecy until they'd figured out an actual plan. She wondered if she'd miss the familiar drive to their apartment, the only home she'd truly known on Earth. She was excited, if not a little nervous, but ready to take the next step with the… absolute mess of a woman beside her.

Letting her head lull back over to check on her patient, Lexa startled a bit to find watery, blue eyes already staring back.

"What's the matter?" she hushed in a soft and concerned voice, scooting closer as she reached up to brush away a rogue tear.

"You're really hot... And tho pretty."

Rolling her eyes at the dreamy words, Lexa grinned back. "Not as pretty as you."

"My wife'th gonna be tho mad at me," Clarke whined and shook her head.

"... Why is your wife going to be mad at you?" she asked with a quirk of her brow.

"'Cause I think you're really hot," Clarke confessed through a fresh wave of tears.

"Seriously can you like, knock her out or something?"

"Shut up, Anya," Lexa said as she scooted the remaining distance between them. "Clarke, darling, I promise, your wife won't be mad at you for thinking I'm hot."

"How do you know?"

"Because she's your wife, genius," Anya drawled. "I still can't believe they trust that woman with human lives."

"You're just a little doped up right now," Lexa soothed even as reached out to flick her friend on the ear. "Don't worry though, I'll take care of everything. You just relax."

Clarke blinked owlishly at her for a minute, Lexa clearly able to see the cogs grinding to life through the fog of the drugs. She smiled and nodded as Clarke's face suddenly lit up, eyebrows shooting upward as her mouth dropped open.

"Oh yeah," Clarke beamed, her head wobbling back and forth as she flopped around a little in her seat. "That is you, innit. I forgot, ha. That'th crazy."

"It is."

"Man, I am high."

"You are."

"You should kith me."

"I should not."

Lexa nearly groaned as soon as the words left her mouth.

Clarke's face fell into a devastated frown, her lip trembling as her head fell to her shoulder. "You don't wanna kith me."

"Clarke, no, that's not it--"

"I knew it. I'm tho ugly now you won't kith me anymore."

"Oh my God, stop. Just, hang on," Lexa huffed. "Raven, do you have napkins or Kleenex in here? Anything?"

She waited as Anya rifled through the glovebox, accepting the fistful of napkins along with a deep look of disdain when she passed them back. Gently cradling her wife's chin, Lexa tilted her face back up.

"I'm gonna make you a deal," she murmured as she dabbed away as much blood and spit from Clarke's lips as she could. "I will kiss you. But. You have to let me kiss you. You just sit there, okay?"

Clarke bobbed her head in a tiny nod, Lexa's heart squeezing tight at the sad but hopeful face still cradled in her palm. Once she deemed those lips as clean as she could ever hope for given the situation, Lexa tossed the soiled napkins into the seat beside her.

Bringing her other hand up, Lexa held her wife's face between her palms, a smile spreading over her lips as she took in the sight of her. The sight of laugh lines that had begun reaching out from the corners of baby blues, their recent appearance reminding Lexa how happy their life together had proven to be. She admired the few twists of grey that weaved in and out of silken blonde, the effect of them making the woman look all the more distinguished.

Running her thumbs over the apples of delicate cheekbones, Lexa leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to her wife's lips. She hummed at the familiar feeling, soft and sweet as ever, her movements steady and light so as to not cause any pain. Pulling away, she left a last peck on Clarke's upper lip, forever a slave to sealing the little beauty mark with a kiss.

"Better?" she whispered as she watched Clarke's eyes flutter back open.

Clarke was quiet as she stared back, a long moment passing before she heaved a defeated sigh.

"I couldn't feel it."

Lexa did her best to bite back a snort of laughter, head dropping forward as her chest shook with the effort. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'll kiss you plenty to make up for it when you feel better, I promise."

"We're here, lovebirds," Raven announced as she pulled to a stop outside of their apartment building. Lexa squeezed her shoulder over the top of the seat in thanks as she reached for the handle. "I'm gonna stay here so my lazy ass doesn't have to find a place to park, but I'm gonna call you guys later, okay?"

Grunting in acceptance as she opened her door, Lexa hopped out and ran around the back of the car to meet Anya on the other side. A few petulant protests and a very one sided bartering war later, Lexa pressed the button to shut the doors of the elevator in their building.

Sighing as she all but collapsed back against the rail of the elevator, Lexa reached out a hand to nudge her friend's shoulder.

"Thanks again, Ahn."

"Yeah, whatever," Anya grumbled, adjusting her grip on the woman sagged at her side.

If Lexa had had the energy she would've laughed at the pair of them, knowing full well Anya was supporting every inch of the woman's weight despite Clarke's staunch insistence that she could walk.

She reminded herself that her wife's stubbornness was part of why she loved her.

"Okay, here we go," Lexa rallied as the doors slid open on their floor. "Last stretch, love, and then you can rest."

"I wanna make nachos."

"Yeah, we'll have to see about that," Lexa shook her head as she jogged ahead to unlock the door, holding it open as Anya all but dragged Clarke through the entrance of their apartment.

"Where should I put her?"

"Bedroom."

"No," Clarke said with enough ferocity it startled the pair, taking Anya particularly by surprise when she elbowed her way out of the hold and launched herself toward the couch.

Lexa felt her heart jump up into her throat as Clarke nosedived toward the cushions, landing face first into the set of pillows.

"Clarke!" she yelped, darting around the couch and crouching over her. Biting back a twitch of annoyance, Lexa pulled the woman upward and helped her flip over. "Jesus, you have got to be more careful. You could've really hurt yourself."

"I'm fine, baby," Clarke slurred, glassy eyes shining behind the low droop of her lids. "I don't feel anything. You could punch me right in the mouf and I'd be fine."

"I'm not going to punch you."

"I might."

"Goodbye, Anya. Thank you for helping," Lexa blindly called over her shoulder, "but you can go now. Raven's waiting."

"Right, right, right," Anya said, rapping a knuckle on the wall as she turned to go. "I'll leave you to take care of the little missus. Call if you need anything. Feel better, doc."

"Byeeeeeeeeee," Clarke sing-songed out to her before the door closed, shimmying in place as Lexa helped her adjust on to her back. "She's gonna go makeout with Waben."

"What else is new," Lexa grinned and pulled the blanket off of the back of the couch.

Lexa moved to take off Clarke's shoes and socks, leaning down to peck a quick kiss to the wiggly toes before tucking them under the blanket as well. After placing the shoes in their home along the front hall of their apartment, she moved to ditch the balled up socks in the laundry despite the disgruntled yowl from the plump feline stationed on top of their washer.

The jingle of Penny's collar followed her as she went about collecting the supplies listed on the aftercare sheet, piling a tiny tray up with gauze squares, water, pain medicine, and snacks.

"That'd not nachoth," Clarke said with a sleepy grump of a frown as Lexa laid the tray on the coffee table beside her.

"Not nachos. No crunchy stuff, unfortunately. Doctor's orders. But may I offer you a bowl of our finest applesauce?"

"This is bullthit."

"I know."

"You did this to me, and I'll neber forgib you."

"I know."

"Will you cuddle wif me?"

Smiling down at her wife, Lexa simply nodded and quickly tied her back into a ponytail.

"Scooch," she hummed, toeing off her shoes before gingerly climbing over to the opposite side. Lowering herself as gently as possible, Lexa fit herself into the snug space between her wife and the back of their couch. She wriggled down enough to make sure she was safe from knocking into the already swollen jaw.

"Better?" Lexa whispered as she rested her head on Clarke's chest and draped an arm around her waist.

"Mhm," Clarke said, the drowsy weight of her hum sounding peaceful and warm.

"You can't sleep with those things in your mouth."

"Not thleepin'."

Giving up that fight before it could start and deciding she'd just slip them out once the woman dozed off, Lexa snuggled in deeper, breathing in calming lungfuls of her wife's scent.

The day had been insane, which after four years of marriage she was generally used to, but overall Lexa couldn't help but pat herself on the back. She knew when the medicine started to wear off they'd both be in a world of pain, but for now, she let herself relax into the peace of the moment.

Which was promptly broken by the faint buzz of Clarke's phone.

Sighing in annoyance, Lexa dug her hand under the blanket and into Clarke's pocket to pull it out. She thumbed in the passcode, muscle memory having her click 1203 for their anniversary without a thought, and tapped to open the notification.

Asshole (11:42 a.m.): so... you're gonna tell me about that butt stuff thing later right?

"For fuck's sake, Raven." With a disgusted sigh, Lexa closed out the message and slapped the phone on the table.

Snuggling back into the snoozing body beneath her, Lexa decided she'd just have to deal with that later.

[akumanoken]

fckin-multi​:

“I-I no means to be hard.. I-I promises.” Adrian said, looking at Souji as he pet his head. The reassurances were good.. definitely making him feel better about the incident. Now he knew better.

“I-I sorry I messy, Souji.. I has tiny hands and a tiny mouf- things can be too bigs for tiny babies like me.” He said, almost like he was ashamed.

“Where you go..? You goes and meets friends? You go to scary house…? Please no go to scary house.. there monsters inside!”

Souji giggled.  “Don’t worry, all kids are messy.  That’s why we have napkins and washups and baths!!”  He wanted to make sure Adrian was completely comforted.  It sounded like he was scolded for too much as it was.  

“No, we’re not going to scary houses today,” he chuckled softly.  “We’re going to go shopping.  You and me and Souji are gonna get some things, okay??”

Souji smiled wide.  “Yep! After breakfast we’re gonna go shopping for clothes and a few toys!! Does that found fun??”

*gently sets child Adri down on Souji’s doorstep* u3u

@fckin-multi

A child?? By himself? “Hey there...”  He looked around, trying ot find someone...anyone...that this poor thing was accompanied by.  No one at all near the entrance of the agency.  

He knelt down, smiling at the young boy.  “Are you lost?? Where’s your mama??”

[mommyspetal]

snuggling up with daddy on da couch and curling up against his chest!! him wrapping one arm around me and den letting me suck on his fingers because i cannots find paci!! falling aseep like dat and waking up in da middle of da night to him picking me up (cause i tiny baby an cannots walk to da room) and takin me to our bed and curling back up, him finding my paci for me hehe and puttin in it my mouf and den wrapping his arms awound me and we falls aseep

[errolsonford]

Spring

The rain lingered in the air as I rushed towards your house on my bike. It mostly cleared up now but an almost fine mist still drizzled from the clouds. My shirt was soaking it up as I flew through it. It seemed like a new beginning now that the dreariness of winter had passed. That perfect almost moment pre-spring where the plants were starting to grow back but the bugs weren’t out yet. I clutched a small black bag as I peddled as hard as my legs could. Looking at my phone I read our texts.

B@bydoll:

Im bored what are you doing

Daddy:

Overwatch

B@bydoll:

My parents jusst went to the vet with the dog 😏

Daddy:

OMW

B@bydoll:

😹

I could see you looking out of your door window when I pulled up. Like an eager dog watching his master come home you opened the door. Your hair was tied up in a pony tail and you smelled freshly showered, black tights and a t-shirt. I hide my bike to the side of your house next to yours before running up to the front door.

“That was fas-..”

No time to talk Tiana. Without missing a beat I slid that little black package into my jacket pocket and smother your lips against mine, pushing you into the wall. I run my tongue into your mouth until you reciprocate with yours. My hands are exploring your body, grasping, clutching until I mash against your tits feeling your cute nipples get hard. Your hands pulling me closer and rubbing my hardening cock through my jeans. I can taste the mouthwash you just used. I put my left hand around your neck forcefully to stop for a moment. In a deep growl I ask

“Where’s your brother ?”

“He’s sleeping in the basement daddy. Why are you so wet ? “

With a smirk I reply

“I should ask you the same thing princess.”

Turning around you close the door. You live in a shady area Tiana and we gotta worry about our safety. Taking my hand you lead me upstairs to your room. The sight of your ass in those tights causes my cock to twitch. I’m going to go primal on your little girl pussy Tiana. I’m going to fuck you so hard that your brother is going to think he’s hearing thunder in the basement. My attention is brought back to your peach shaped ass. There’s a growing wet spot. My cock gets harder.

As soon as we get into your room I pull off my jacket and shirt and throw it aside, turning my full attention to you I place my hand on your neck and press you against the back of your door forcefully. I kiss you deeply and passionately. We’re groping each other again and you start undoing my jeans. I slide my mouth against the nape of your neck and start kissing, moving up into that really sensitive spot behind your ear. My right hand is sliding into your pants, feeling the little tuft of hair and onto the growing heat that is your pussy.

I whisper into your ear

“Good girl Tiana. You’re not wearing panties. Daddy loves it when you don’t wear panties.”

Slightly moaning I start rubbing your tight little snatch. It’s freely dripping now. I feel your plump pussy lips and rub them in a swift motion until your engorged clit peaks out. I take my hands out of your pants glittering with your juices and shove them into your mouth. Your tongue runs against my index and middle finger expertly and I pull out then start kissing you. I can’t wait to taste you full on. I watch as you close your eyes and succumb to pleasure. I can feel your heart beat faster through my hand thats still on your neck.

I stop.

Turning around I pick up a pillow from your bed and throw it on the floor.

“Baby get on your knees and show me what dat mouf do.”

Giggling you obey. You unbutton my jeans and start pulling down the zipper like you’re opening a gift on Christmas morning. You start pulling down my pants and kissing my cock through my boxers, beginning to unbutton the front of my boxers.

I slap you hard.

Your face stinging you look up at me wondering if you did anything wrong.

“What the fuck are you doing ? Just take them down.”

“I’m sorry dadd-“

I don’t have time for your stupidity Tiana.

I need to be inside of you.

With a swift movement I pull down my boxers booping your snoot with my hardening dick. I kick my jeans and boxers away while you admire the cock head. It twitches because it’s excited to see you too little girl. Your eyes light up like Harry Potter’s did when he got his 11 inch wand from Ollivander’s.

“Give it a little kiss baby.”

With your soft lips you kiss the tip, sliding the rest of it into your tiny little girl mouth. You feel it grow harder and bigger when you start sucking and pumping, swirling your expert little tongue. Using your tiny hands you work the shaft and feel my balls. They feel really full and watery and Tiana I promise you that it’s all for you today baby.

“Oouf. Who taught you to suck cock so good baby ?”

Looking up with your beautiful exotic eyes you reply.

“Mmmffm mfff mmmffmff (you did daddy)! ”

Remember Tiana this is your rightful place in life. On your knees happily and proudly serving daddy, trying to milk hiis hard cock for that precious cum. I feel teeth when you get excited, but baby I’m going to face fuck that right out of you. You’re my baby girl. You’re my cute cum dumpster. You’re my little unicorn princess whore™.

Working that little mouth of yours my cock starts streaming a small stream of precum. You don’t know why but your pussy is getting hotter and hotter and the musk and saltiness of my precum is making your head spin. You speed it up, opening up your throat a little bit and try to shove my dick as far down your throat as possible. Admirable effort Tiana but let daddy help you a little bit. I grab hold of your ponytail and start ramming your throat into my cock until your eyes start watering.

The pleasure of using you like a fleshlight is intoxicating, slamming your pretty little face onto my cock. Who would have known that you’d be such a nympho.

Enough. I can see the stain on your crotch growing. Pulling you up by your pony tail I hold your side. I wipe away the little tears in the corner of your eyes you lean in to kiss me. Nope. Thats gross. You just sucked my dick. I kiss you on the forehead before forcing you onto your tiny bed by pulling your ponytail.

“Take your clothes off. Face down ass up baby.”

Quickly you take off your top, but you’re taking too fucking long again to slide off your pants so I forcefully rip them off. Laying down I toss you around like the smol little sex kitty that you are. I position you on top with your delicious pussy in my face while you start working on my cock again. I’m glad your parents got you in shape for me because the amount of dexterity for you to essentially be in a plank position while sucking daddy’s dick is impressive. I can see you press my dick against the side of your mouth inflating your cheeks. Wow ! No teeth !

I start licking that creamy little girl snatch of yours. Delicious. It’s so sweet and I can’t get enough of it. I can tell how how much you want it now because your grinding that cute little booty of yours into my face while you’re frantically moaning and sucking my dick. Tiana I’m not going to lie to you if you keep up with it I’m going to cum.

Slapping your ass as hard as I can you jolt a little while giving me head. Your pussy got even more wet somehow.

“Princess, reverse cow girl. Don’t put it in yet, just slide your little slit along the shaft and head of my dick until I say you can put it in.”

“Yes sir.”

You close your eyes and awkwardly you start sliding that tight little snatch across the length of my dick. You can feel it throbbing and I can feel how hot and wet your wanting pussy is. I love this. It’s like when a lion is about to eat the antelope he caught. You want this. You want it inside of you. You start pleading in your littlest girl voice possible.

“Daddy… May this stupid little cum dumpster put it in ?”

“No. I like this feeling. We need to pace ourselves or else I’m gonna cum too soon.”

You start sliding a little faster and with a mischievous glimmer in your eye you slide my cock into your pussy in one swift motion. You feel it filling you up as the cock head pushes further into your cunt.

“OOMPH” you moan. You start pumping letting your little slit adjust to the size of my cock

“You brat, what are you doing ? If you want to play it that way…”

I grab you by your hips and start thrusting. Your mind is melting from the sheer ecstasy of me using your toned little body. You’re reduced to openly gasp while rubbing your clit and playing with your nipples. I can feel my cock head running against your g spot because your box is starting to contract.

Not yet.

I flip you over and start fucking you doggy style until the house is filled with the sounds of meat slapping meat and the shuffling of your bed under my frantic need to fill you with my cum. I hold you by the back of your neck using your body like a toy, smothering your moans into the pillow. You feel my very full balls just keep slapping into your clit.

Your little brother stirs in the basement because he thinks it’s construction in the distance.

I can feel the surging build up in my balls and cock head. The rhythmic fucking continues.

“Tiana I’m going to cum.”

The garage door in your house turns on. OH NO, no, no, no, no, no your parents are home. I gotta get this done.

Flipping you over I pull you to the edge of the bed by your legs. I prop your head up against a few pillows because I want you to see that your body is meant for my pleasure. I ease my throbbing dick into your pussy while you start playing with your clit and with your other hand start rubbing my balls. You want this too now and we have to hurry before your real daddy discovers that I’m fucking his precious little girl.

You feel my cock head once again slide into your needy and wet pussy. with your legs up in the air, I grab you by your throat with my right hand, your hip with my left and start fucking you like a well oiled machine. You watch as my cock head disappears and you only see the shaft sliding in and out of you. You try keeping your moaning down by biting your lip and you can feel my sense of urgency to finish. The stimulation of you rubbing my balls is working and you look into my eyes as I start cumming into your little box. You start cumming from rubbing your clit and knowing that I’m using you to get off. You feel my cock pulsate and my balls drain as I shoot 7 or 8 ropes of thick cum into your pussy. We start slowing down and I pull out. Instinctively you jump over to the side of the bed and suck the rest of the cum out of my dick like I taught you to. Rubbing the sweat from your forehead I say

“Baby.. Good job but you need to go distract your parents and grab me my shoes before they discover I’m here.”

Putting the plan into action you throw on a big t-shirt and run downstairs (but not before I slap that cute little tush of yours). You throw my shoes up at me at the top of the stairs and while you turn around the garage door opens.

You say hello to your parents, stroke the dog and quickly run back up to your room to find that I’m already gone. Window opened with a slight breeze blowing through your curtains. Thunder cracks in the distance. The salty smell of my deodorant and sex flows around. You look at your desk and see the little black package.

You curiously open up to find a ring box ! Popping it open a a cheap, black choker necklace falls out and a very discrete tongue stud. You look at it with a sense of shock but all you feel is the warm cream pie that I left in you leak down your leg. Without even thinking you wipe it up with your finger and lick it clean.

Good Girl Tiana.

Daddy will return. To be continued in SUMMER. (งツ)ว