#i hurt all over and my tummy is cranky

[laiiaaa]

trying to go to bed mad at Carmen but he’s just not having it LMFAO i just love him with a grumpy gf :(((

You’d like to blame him for it, just because he was short with you this morning. Stressed about a food critic coming to The Bear this weekend, he’s been on edge, losing sleep, and this morning was just one of those days it was getting to him: dodging your affection, hurrying out of bed, disjointed conversations he doesn’t try too hard to be a part of.

It’s not entirely his fault, and you know this, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less, to be put to the side for even a day to make room for that colder edge to him when he gets zoned in.

So you give yourself the liberty to be a little bit shitty, too, just for the night.

You don’t greet him like you usually do, with a deep kiss hello and your hands squeezing at his sore muscles, offering to massage the knots in his shoulders. Instead you sit on the couch reading your book and offer him a fleeting glance. He pauses at the difference, but carries on.

You wait until long after he’s showered to get up. He even pops back into the living room beforehand, shorts hanging low in his waist, to call for you:

“You comin’ to bed?”

“Soon,” you tell him, which could be true, but not definite.

“Okay,” he sighs, coming behind you with a hand on your shoulder and a kiss to the opposite cheek.

You don’t give in, though, and he heads off to the bedroom.

You do join him eventually—almost an hour later, when you’re so tired that it’ll make you even more of a pain to deal with. He’s in the middle of fighting off sleep, trying to stay awake to make sure you come to bed with him, but as much as that makes your chest yearn for him, you plop down in bed a foot away and turn your back to him.

Behind you now, he shuffles to sit up. “Hey,” he tries, a soothing hand on your shoulder, “You alright, baby?”

No response.

Scooting a little closer to lean over and see your face, he brushes hair out of the way to press a kiss to your temple. “C’mon, talk t’me.”

But you turn away from his touch, and he scoffs.

“What, you mad at me now?” He watches you expectantly. “Not even gonna tell me what I did?”

“You didn’t do anything, Carmen,” you mumble, face muffled into your blanket.

“Wh—baby, don’t be like that right now—”

“Be like what?” you snap, sitting up and turning to look at him. “I’m sorry that my needs don’t align with your work schedule. Just let me know when it’d be best to reach you next time.” And with that, you drop back into bed, moving just a little further away from him.

He nearly laughs, then, real subtle with a hand rubbing his eyes and forehead because he knows you, he knows how you get when you miss him. He turns back onto his side with a groan and reaches his hand upon your waist, smoothing beneath the fabric of your shirt.

“Don’t touch me,” you spit, but you don’t dare move his hand away: it feels so much better this way, getting the touch he didn’t give you this morning.

“You’re bein’ mean today. You all cranky ‘cause you miss me, ‘s that it?”

You don’t answer.

“C’mon,” he urges you, shuffling closer so that his arm wraps fully around your waist and his face can bury into your neck with a kiss to your smooth skin. “‘M sorry for bein’ shitty this morning.” Instinctively, he draws a hand up your tummy, right beneath your breasts. “Missed you all day, y’know that?”

“Just leave me alone, Carm, I’m serious.”

“‘M really sorry about this morning, baby.” Pressing kisses to your neck, he takes a deep breath to sink into you. “After that guy comes, it’ll be over with, and I’ll take a couple days off, alright?”

“I don’t care, do what you want.”

He sighs, deep and gravelly and frustrated with your antics—but more so frustrated with himself. He has been shitty this week, he knows it, and he knows you especially don’t deserve it. “C’mon, hon, you’re killin’ me here, at least—at least gimme a kiss goodnight, huh?”

But you don’t. Because of course you don’t, he’s on you’re fuckin’ nerves with his distance lately—but this, his rough hands against your skin, his pleading, his groveling like he can’t imagine a world without you…it helps.

A little.

Not quite enough to cave or give in, though.

He seems to lose a bit of strength against you, laying into the mattress on his back again with a sigh and an arm resting over his eyes. The room stills, the fan whirrs, yet the tension between you is thick enough yet to slice through it with his chef’s knife.

That is, until his arms wrap around you again, and his hands grip your waist tight, and he lets out a grunt of a Can’t believe you’re makin’ me do this, and he wrangles you on top of him, leaving you chest to chest, with your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck and his hand rubbing soothing patterns up and down your back while the other holds you steady, worried you’ll slither away again.

Like he knew it would, the tension in your body dissolves. And maybe that’s what you wanted anyway, but you’d never tell him that—at least, not until tomorrow morning.

The room stills again. The hand smoothing along your back sneaks beneath your shirt, and you melt that much quicker. It’s hypnotic, his rough palms against your soft skin, scratches an itch you didn’t know was there until he wasn’t. He smells crisply clean and of the body wash he buys because you like the scent, a little musky with aldehydes and vetiver and sandalwood.

“This better, baby?” he murmurs, lending a careful kiss to your head.

But you only bury yourself further into him and answer with “Mm.”

He chuckles a bit, squeezes you tighter to make your heart throb. “Thought you’d say somethin’ like that.” Punctuates it with more kisses where he can reach, because now that he’s got you tethered to him again, he doesn’t think he could let you go.

The two of you stay where you are, then, just soaking in the other’s presence with wordless appreciation exchanged, growing heavier with sleep as heartbeats sync and eyelids slip closed. And by morning, legs will be intertwined, and Carmen will pull you from a groggy daze with a kiss to your lips, and you’ll be a little less bitter when he heads off to work.

(He knows it’ll simmer till he comes home, but if he gets to sleep with your weight and your warmth again, he’s sure it’ll be alright.)

[dwaekkicidal]

"Heats" with Puppy!Seungmin

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Day 4 of my Bboki-Dwae collab with @bbokicidal <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~800

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, lots of marking (bites+hickeys), spanking, rough sex mentions, light(?) manhandling, breeding, some cumplay, like 1 overstim mention, i mightve missed one

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: wish i could have made this longer but i've been so busy :((

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

❥ Jealous. Jealous. Jealous. J e a l o u s.

❥ These mating season fits tend to get him very aggressive and standoffish. To everyone.

❥ One simple glance at you from any person in the vicinity will send him into a fit of rage. But, thankfully for you, he doesn’t act on this in public! That’s saved for the bedroom, where you’re held down in his favorite position- downward doggy, for hours at a time.

❥ Does not care about any excuses anybody has to give. The second he notices that somebody is too close to you or even “looking at you for too long”, you’re getting dragged home to be shown your place

❥ Expect to be absolutely covered in bite marks and hickeys, ones that he “tries” to keep in spots where they won’t be seen. But, let's be real... We all know he gets a hard-on and a huge ego boost when they’re in obvious places and you just so happen to be out in public

❥ Looooves to leave deep bite marks on your neck and shoulders (some may or may not even have little holes from where his sharp canines dig into your skin hehe)

❥ He loses his mind when he sees these marks on your tummy and thighs from the prior night, him having completely forgotten that he even left them. Obviously, nobody will see them. But knowing that you’re fully marked up in the “most important” areas will get him instantly ready to go again

❥ Usually will be very apologetic about the bites that have wounds from his teeth but, if he’s particularly aggravated, he will start doing it on purpose.

❥ He gets real mean when he’s like that; a deep frown on his face and a low growl bubbling up in his throat as he pins you to the bed and berates you over things you had no control over. You both know that, but that won’t stop him from using it to fuck you nice and rough. And it surely won’t stop you from enjoying each and every time his hips slam into yours.

❥ Has such an obnoxious knot!!!!! You can’t tell if it’s all in your head, but when he’s extra cranky and giving in to his instincts to breed you, his knot feels like it's double the size.

❥ And he’s always so mean about it :( he’s a little shit and likes to tug his hips away from yours right after his knot fully expands, testing the limits of how far it will actually plug you (spoiler: it does not come out)

❥ If he’s rather eager, his knot can last up to half an hour. Which, may or may not be to your demise, usually ends in him reaching over into your nightstand, grabbing his favorite toy so he can overstimulate you out of boredom while you cockwarm him <3

❥ Breeds you until your stomach hurts from the number of times he’s came deep inside <3 Tells you that it better take or else he’ll just have to fuck you over and over and over again, which leads to you drooling from overstimulation and dripping cum all over the sheets

❥ Surprisingly he’s not one to get upset about you “wasting” his seed. In fact, it’s the only mess that he actually likes.

❥ To the point where he will pull out after knotting you just to sit there, tapping his dick on your messy folds with a big dopey smile on his face

❥ Absolutely loves the wet plap noises your cunt makes when he slaps his cock against you. So much so that it’s subconscious as he keeps himself occupied during downtime, usually the few minutes you get between rounds before he’s re-entering you, ready to breed you again and again.

❥ Is big on wrapping a hand around your neck, be it on your nape or on the front of your neck, and holding you down. It lets him force you to take everything he has to give while limiting how much you wiggle around

❥ Pairs this with stinging slaps to your ass cheeks, and a comment about how you’re his and how nobody else will ever have you like this, in order to get your pretty pussy even wetter around him

“I should fuck a litter into you. Then maybe people will stop fucking looking at what’s mine.”

“You’re gonna be such a hot mother for my pups. Shit- Gonna keep you nice and full of my offspring.”

“Stop fucking moving, I need to mark you.”

“Take this fucking knot, puppy. Yeah? Fuck yeah~”

“Such a pretty pussy. All nice n’ messy from my cum.” As he rubs his tip through your folds, sometimes poking your clit to watch you shake ><

“I have to keep us entertained until my knot goes down, so you’ll let me play with you a bit- right, Jagi?”

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Hi bunni 🥰 can you please do a soft Kurapika with his girlfriend who is insecure about her bloating during her period and he’s being so sweet to her 😭😭😭

Every part of you

Kurapika x Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: short but sweet, reader is chubby, reader is feeling insecure, reader has a period, slightly suggestive

A/N: I am currently on my period so this was cathartic.

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Kurapika frowned, watching you writhe on your shared bed. For the past few days, you had been so cranky and uncomfortable, and you wouldn’t let him comfort you.

“(Name), angel… just let me hold you. I can rub your belly and-“

“N-no!”

He sighed, watching you hold a pillow over your stomach and puff out your chubby cheeks at him. “Why won’t you just let me help you? You’re obviously not feeling well.”

You turned over, grumbling and munching on some chocolate he had fetched for you. Kurapika adored you, he truly did, but right now he was a bit frustrated and nervous. He wanted to make you feel better, but you wouldn’t say what was wrong or even let him hold you.

He may not seem like it, but with his loved ones Kurapika was one clingy man. He didn’t like not being able to snuggle and curl up with you freely. It made him nervous.

“(Name), please. Won’t you at least tell me what’s going on?”

You sighed softly, glancing at him before turning around to look at him. “Well… it’s just embarrassing…”

Kurapika settled on the edge of the bed, reaching out a hand to rub your back to soothe you. “(Name), nothing about you is embarrassing. I adore every part of you, ‘embarrassing’ or not.”

You finally turned over and removed the pillow from your belly. Kurapika didn’t react, his hand having moved to caress your cheek. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now, angel?”

He blinked when your cheeks heated up. “I-it’s my tummy… I-I’m on my period so I’m… bloated.”

Kurapika stared at you for a moment, making you think he’d laugh at you or make a disgusted face… but instead he pulled you into his lap. “Is that all? Is that what had you in such a bad mood? My love, I don’t care if you’re bloated. You’re gorgeous, in every shape and form. I would never stop loving you.”

He gently rubbed your chubby tummy, applying pressure and circling his fingers where it hurt. It was soothing, and you relaxed for the first time in days.

“Now, try and relax okay? I’m gonna take care of you, princess.”

He held you in his arms, peppering kisses along your cheeks and neck as he gently massaged you, eventually laying down with you and turning on a movie.

Kurapika made sure to give your belly extra attention, kissing it and laying his head on it to show you just how much he adored you.

“Such a beautiful thing you are…” he cooed softly, tracing his fingers along your side. “Can’t wait to ravish you once your pain has gone away…”

“K-Kurapika!”

He laughed at your reaction, looking up at you with those pretty scarlet eyes of his. “I love you, (Name). I want you, I want to touch every single part of you.”

Kurapika planted a kiss right above the waistband of your panties, smirking. “Especially down here…”

Once you were feeling better, Kurapika would make sure you felt as beautiful as you were.

[anemptypuddingcup]

can you do thigh riding for law with fem reader, please? thank you 🤠

Yes I can love!

Law Smut. Thigh-Riding.

Contains; A cranky or upset Law. Thigh-riding. A bit of desperation from reader. Breast & nipple play. (just to add something extra✨) Law enjoys seeing you get desperate. Reader wearing a skirt. Law and his hands. (I apologize, my hand kink went a bit crazy when I thought of Law’s hands-)

It had been a rough morning for Law. He was a bit more crankier than usual and you had noticed it at the beginning of the day when you had fixed breakfast. A sigh fell from your lips as you saw that his frown have more emotion in it, knowing that he was probably upset with something or someone. He attended to his duties without much words, confirming your suspicions as he would always do this when he was upset or angered. You sighed knowing that nothing could probably fix his attitude, not even a quickie could do something like that if he was in such a bad mood.

The air had grew more tense as you had yearned for Law, wanting his touch and his lips against your body. You shivered at the thought of his tatted hands wrapped around your hips while he went to work on your cunt. Blush began to creep across your face before it began to grow warm, sighing out of slight boredom and neediness. As much as you didn’t want to, it couldn’t hurt to ask Law and see if he at least didn’t mind to try and help you. Slowly walking towards his office door, you moved your hand towards the door before getting startled by Law’s sudden words. “Come in, ________-Ya. I know it’s you at the door.” He says lowly, his voice muffled from the door. Your hand slowly grabs the doorknob and pulls the door open before you peek into his office.

Sitting at his desk with a dark glare, his demeanor and energy at the moment made you want to back out and not ask for help at all. “What do you need?” He asks, his eyes looking up from his book and piercing into your soul. Your voice shivers a little bit as you began to speak. “L-Law…can you help me?” You asked in a soft tone. He quirks s brow but urges you to come in. “Lock the door.” He sighs before setting his book on the table. You slowly walk in and lock the door behind yourself before walking over to Law. He urged you to come closer with his finger while patting his lap with his other hand. You sit on his thigh, a little groan leaving you as you set your hips down on his thigh. “What was it that you wanted again sweetheart?” He asked as he sat back in his chair, his eyes trailing up and down your body as his leg began to bounce slightly. You shivered on his lap as a shaky gasp left you, your arousal now beginning to soak and seep through your panties.

“I-I need you Law…” You say softly as your face begins to scrunch up from the aching pain in your lower tummy. Law smirks, a bit amused from seeing how desperate you looked and sounded. Your hips unconsciously begins to grind against his thigh, a soft moan leaving your lips as you lifted your skirt to move it out of the way. A gasp left you as your grinding slowly began to turn into you just humping his thigh, your moans growing slightly louder. Law’s smirk grows wider before he licks his lips, enjoying the sight of his baby girl growing desperate to feel some sort of help. “Desperate girl aren’t you? You couldn’t wait any longer could you?” Law teased as his hand presses against your hip. Your hands grip his shoulders for balance as you rutted against his thigh, so desperate to feel your clit get some type of friction for the pleasure.

Law’s hand trails up from your hip to your side as he pulls you in closer to him. You arch your back as your then felt his other hand reach under your shirt and grope your breast, making a sudden moan. “Mmh~ L-Law!~” You moan as you felt his hand tease and flick at your nipple. “Just keep humpin’ my thigh, I’ll be attendin’ to these here.” He demanded before lifting your shirt up to reveal your breasts. He chuckles noticing that you weren’t wearing a bra at all underneath your shirt. “No bra? You wanted me to grope and touch on your tits didn’t you?~” He whispered before attending to your breasts. He sucks on your nipples while your humping began to grow more and more desperate. Law wraps his hand around your breasts, fondling them while he sucked on them intently. Your whimpers began to grow so desperate as you felt your orgasm slowly rising. Your back arches against Law’s hand as you felt the heat in your tummy grow warmer. Your whines grow louder while Law sucks and bites on your nipples. “A-Ah!~ L-Law don’t b-bite themmm~” You moan a little loud as he squeezes your breasts a bit, wanting to feel the mounds in your his hands.

“Hush up an’ keep riding my thigh~” He huffs, pressing a hand to your hip. He guides you while your whimpers grew louder, your hips moving sporadically and sloppily. Your slick soaked through your panties and ended up damping his jeans, making him grow hard within his pants. “Hah~ T-Traffy I-I feel it coming~” You moan as your hip increases speed. Law grips your hips and helps you move your hips faster, grinding your cunt harder against his tight. Hugging Law, your moans grew louder as you felt your orgasm reader to burst from you. “Yes! F-Fuck m-m’gonna cum!~” You whined as you arch your back. “Cum on my thigh, soak my fucking jeans girl~” He grunts as his cock grows harder from your slick soaking his thigh.

A gasp leaves you as your body began to shake on his thigh before a moan leaves you. “M’cumming! M-M’gonna!” You gasped desperately before your finally squirt within your panties. Law chuckles and stops moving your hips while you stayed hugging him tightly, still trying your best to endure your orgasm. You moaned and shivered against Law’s thigh while he rubs your back to soothe you. “Traffy…” You breathed as you lay your head against his shoulder. “Relax baby~” He looks down at you, seemingly calm after watching you ride his thigh. Law shivers before finally freeing his cock from his pants. You stare down at his cock and look back up at him. He looks down at you with dark eyes before smirking a bit.

“Since you wanna tease me, how bout you hop on my dick too~” He breathes heavily as he sit you up off his shoulder. You shivered but nodded your head as his hands moves back to your hips.

“I want you to fuck my dick exactly how you fucked my thigh~”

-kicking my my feet, tysm for asking for this prompt love.

[carnageacorn]

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really cannot with my coworker today. really cannot. they are the kind of person who at the best of times is irksome to me and i can tell if we had a conversation outside of work where we are both required to Drop It when we fall into Disagreement Territory on non-work opinions the disagreement would get to the point where they would step back from it because they were Overwhelmed And Upset, a fact that makes me even MORE annoyed. this is extremely a case of leftist who only agrees with 90% of your beliefs is the ACTUAL enemy. anyway i've been covering for our manager all day and didn't sleep last night and am in tummy hell and the last 2 hours of work were me dealing with like 7 different really complicated account problems and a few new sales and i had to shelve a lot of things for tomorrow and i am very overwhelmed and close to tears and when they got back from delivering packages i was like "hey i'm going to take a 10 before i start our close" and they were like "no, I'm actually going to take a ten first. and then you can." i understand we both want to take a break at the same time and one of us has to go first and one of us has to go second but wouldnt it be cool instead of them just stepping right over me we had a discussion about it? and this is the second time today!!!!! they just completely tried to pull status on me and i cannot be clearer that the order of operations at this establishment have me ranked above them in every aspect. GIRL the reason i was so harried working on complicated shit was because you passed it all off to me bc u dont know how to do it!!!!!

anyway 98% of why im cranky is because i didnt sleep last night and my tummy hurts and i am definitely more upset about this than it warrants but also i am starting to feel like im so fucking sick of them and i want to work somewhere else primarily so i dont have to fucking talk to them anymore.

[kiankiwi]

Push (A Baby Steps AU piece)

So, I came up with this story based on one of the prompts sent in for this AU. Angst with fluff at the end. Warning: mentions of abuse, heavy mentions of bodily functions as this deals with constipation. Don’t like don’t read and all that. Thank you!

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Elvis was not having a good day.

It had been almost a week since he was dropped off at the foster center. He’d been fine earlier, but after lunch, he’d been cranky and whiny all day; now Wanda was having trouble getting him to wind down for the night and go to sleep, which he normally had no trouble doing. Now, though, he kept whining and squirming around when Wanda tried to change him into his nighttime diaper and put his pajamas on, especially when she tried to turn him over onto his tummy in any way.

But that made no sense; he rarely caused any trouble or mischief for the workers or other littles (if Wanda was being honest, she actually wished he’d act up once in a while, so he could see it was safe for him to let out his big emotions).

Then it dawned on Wanda; Elvis hadn’t had very many poopy diapers since he first came to the center. In fact, he seemed reluctant to use his diapers at all, and even though he did wet them regularly, he got very upset afterwards and demanded to be changed right away once he’d found wherever Wanda was.

Sighing, she asked “Sweetie, what’s going on? Auntie Wanda knows this isn’t like you, but she can’t help you if you don’t tell her what’s wrong.”

Elvis sniffled, sucking on his thumb; he was still very reluctant to tell anyone else his needs, even his beloved Auntie Wanda; his former caregiver (the Colonel) hadn’t reacted well to him doing that in the past. But…he could trust Auntie Wanda, couldn’t he? 

After a few minutes, he spoke up. “Tummy…Tummy owie, Annie Wawa.”

There it was. Wanda had a feeling about what the problem was (being an experienced caregiver), and unfortunately, given Elvis’s previous situation, it didn’t surprise her. Leaning over, she began to rub his belly a little and realized it felt quite hard under her touch; normally, littles’ tummies were supposed to feel squishy and soft.

There was no doubt about it now. Elvis was badly constipated.

Wanda sighed. “Sweet cheeks, have you been holding in your poops?”

Elvis just looked away and didn’t respond. Wanda sat him down on the floor once he was dressed and handed him Mr. Bunny.

“Okay baby. Here’s what we’re gonna do. Auntie Wanda’s gonna give you a little bit of medicine to help your tummy stop hurting in the night and help you push all that yucky hard stuff out of your belly. You wait right here; I’ll be right back, okay?”

Elvis whimpered, but accepted Mr. Bunny as he took him from her; he didn’t like being left alone for too long. Knowing this, Wanda hurried to get the medicine and came back within minutes. Carefully, she poured out a little of the cherry-flavored liquid medicine onto a spoon and offered it to her baby. 

“Come on, sweet cheeks; open up for Auntie Wanda.”

Elvis did not like the look of the medicine, but he’d had too many past beatings by the Colonel to even think about disobeying, so he obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine, making an adorable-looking disgusted face afterwards; Wanda had to hold in her giggles at the sweet sight.

“Sorry sweet cheeks; Auntie Wanda knows the medicine doesn’t taste very good, but it’ll help your tummy feel so much better in the morning. Now, let’s get my little angel all snuggled up in bed, huh?”

Smiling, Elvis nodded and crawled up to her to start their bedtime routine; he was getting tired anyway.

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The next morning, as all the littles were sat in their highchairs eating breakfast, one of the workers came up to Wanda, looking worried. She explained that Elvis had drank his bottle normally, but when she’d went to get solid food for him, he started whining and clutching at his belly. Wanda instantly knew what that meant; the medicine was working.

Immediately, she went over to Elvis’s highchair and unclasped the tray, picking him up and gently reassuring him as she took him back into his nursery. She’d purposely only left him in his nighttime diaper (even though it was wet) since she expected this to happen and the thicker diapers could handle a bigger mess. She sat down in one of the large overstuffed chairs as she held Elvis in her lap.

“Is your tummy hurting, baby? Do you feel like you need to go poopie?”

Elvis nodded, but he still seemed to be struggling to hold it even as his face was turning red and he was passing gas; it was almost as if he was genuinely scared of letting go into his diaper, even though that was exactly what it was meant to be used for.

“Shh, it’s okay sweetie. It’s okay to go. Let it happen. It’s toxic and it’ll hurt you if it stays inside, and we don’t want that. Come on baby, push it out for Auntie Wanda.” She kept saying similar things to him as she continued to rub his back.

After a few minutes of this, it all became too much for Elvis; too much pain, too much embarrassment, too much effort to hold back, and then he unclenched his muscles and it all started to come out in his diaper, hot and sticky and wet, right on the chair with Auntie Wanda.

The words of the Colonel replayed in his mind as he pushed and continued to poop in his diaper, remembering the times when the Colonel would spray him with a hose full of cold water in the bathtub to wash his pee and poop off him whenever he had accidents. He’d cried and pleaded for him to stop, but of course, that never worked.

“Ugh! You dirty little beast! You stupid, disgusting little creature! Who could ever love someone as disgusting as you; you’re a grown man who still shits and pisses himself like a little baby! Well, does da wittle baby want another wittle spanking? Because he’s about to get one if he keeps this up!”

Elvis sobbed and wailed loudly into the crook of Wanda’s neck as he continued to push out his poop (emptying his bladder in the process), repeating several things over and over. “I sowwy, Annie Wawa! Elvie sowwy! Elvie bad boy! Pwease, it huwts! Pwease no punish yittle Elvie! Elvie be good boy! I be good! Elvie sowwy!”

He was expecting Auntie Wanda to push him off her lap, to shout at him, even to spank him for being so dirty and disgusting, even though she’d never done any of those things.

But she did nothing of the sort. Shockingly (to him), she embraced him and pulled him closer, one hand stroking his neck while the other stroked up and down his back, humming gently in his ear all the while.

Wanda was just glad his face was buried in her neck; at least he couldn’t see the tears she was crying right now. Hearing his frantic apologies and promises to behave broke her heart into tiny pieces. 

“What the hell did that monster do to you, baby?” She mumbled softly. Right now she wanted nothing more than to find this “Colonel” and strangle him to death with her bare hands; she’d definitely enjoy eliminating scum like him from the face of the earth. But for now, she’d settle for comforting her baby.

“My poor baby. I know, I know it hurts. But you’re being such a good boy right now to get it all out. Just finish your poopie, and Auntie Wanda will change you when you’re all done.”

Finally, after a few more minutes, it seemed to stop. Elvis had filled his diaper, and his tummy no longer hurt or felt full. Right now he just wanted to collapse into Auntie Wanda’s arms and sleep for a week straight. But he knew he needed to be cleaned up first.

After waiting a few minutes to make sure he was really done, Wanda stroked Elvis’s hair and lifted his head to have him look at her as she wiped away his tears.

“Are you feeling better now, sweet cheeks? Can Auntie Wanda change you now?” She asked as softly as she could.

Elvis nodded, mumbling “Uh-huh” before averting his gaze again. 

“All right. Come on, sweet cheeks.” She cooed softly as she picked him up and brought him to the changing table. She was probably going to need a lot of wipes to clean his mess up, but she didn’t mind. She’d dealt with dirty diapers more times than she could count; nothing about these kinds of messes bothered her anymore.

Soothingly, she rubbed Elvis’s now-squishy belly and murmured soft words to him, telling him how proud she was that he “made a big stinky present for Auntie Wanda” as she opened his poopy diaper and started to wipe up his big mess.

Elvis was still struggling to comprehend what was going on. He still couldn’t believe that this had really happened, that he had had a big accident in his diapeys. And Auntie Wanda had held him through it all. Had stroked his back and had whispered comforting words into his ear, without ever complaining about the stench or anything else. Apparently, not even a poopy diaper was enough to scare her away or make her feel disgusted by him. Was this what was supposed to happen when he had an accident?

He looked up at her with tear-filled eyes as she finished wiping him clean, tossed out his dirty diaper and wipes, and began to powder his behind. 

“Annie Wawa no angy?” He asked softly, wanting to make sure Wanda wasn’t mad at him for what he did.

Wanda gave him a surprised look as she taped him into a fresh diaper, before she moved to pick him up, talking to him softly.

“No, baby, no. Auntie Wanda’s not angry with you at all. But she doesn’t want you holding in your potty anymore; that’s what made your tummy hurt, and we don’t want that. 

Auntie Wanda never minds changing your diapers whenever you need it. It’s completely okay to use your diapeys, sweetie. You’re just a little one; you can’t always control yourself. That’s why Auntie Wanda puts you in diapers in the first place.”

She kissed his forehead. “And you listen here.” She told him as she lifted Elvis’s chin up so he was looking at her. “Auntie Wanda loves you very very much, no matter what you do or what messes you leave for her to clean up. You’re my baby. And I love you. You hear me?”

Sniffling, Elvis gave a tiny smile and nodded, before burying his face into the crook of Wanda’s neck again.

Wanda just laughed; inwardly, she knew it’d be an uphill battle for him to stop holding it altogether, but it’d happen eventually. She just needed to give him as much love as possible.

“Come on, sweet cheeks. Let’s go read you a story and then put you down for a nap, huh? Which one you want today?”

Elvis shyly looked up at her, before mumbling “cat in hat” around his thumb as he slipped it into his mouth.

“Okay, baby boy. Cat in the Hat it is.” Wanda smiled before she grabbed the book, sat down in the rocking chair, and waited for her baby to get himself comfortable in her lap as she began to read the familiar story aloud.

***

This story was submitted to me by @arianatheangel-girl and oh my god it’s so good, this is my favorite of the ones submitted. I’m so freaking happy you guys write your own baby steps au fics and send them to me! <3

[pepsicolabunches]

Ugh getting frustrated at how easily I'm getting annoyed with literally everything right now. Like my body fucking sucks ATM. My hand hurt for like a full week after I tweaked it and it was just getting better until I hurt it again today. My tummy is hurted (evilest of all things). My ptsd is acting up and making me stressed over everything. Our soft-close toilet broke on the lower part so my roommates make a huge bang when they go in there. I'm getting just stressed all the time and annoyed. My roommate keeps asking to help with cleaning my room and I have to try not to yell at her to get out and stop asking. Like I find myself literally baring my teeth because I get extremely defensive (cuz trauma). I'm getting so stressed that I've been nauseous, I even puked a couple days ago. I'm just, so tired. I'm also going through a bit of withdrawal, which is making some stuff harder. I think a big part of it is that my roommate isn't currently working so she is home all the time, and I'm used to having the days to myself. I'm just glad it's the summer cuz I get some intense seasonal depression and idk how I would be dealing if that was going on. I'm just, tired and cranky beyond belief.

[slippery-minghus]

ough. i have a 100.5 degree fever

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Can we get a fluffy fic about pepa reacting to her daughter's first period? Like how she found out, and how dolores reacted herself.

Oh my god it's gonna be better than MINE- i had mine at peter piper pizza, and now I cannot go back to that place.

Pepa made sure her humming was extra quiet today. Dolores had complained yesterday that she wasn't feeling that well, and given that she hadn't woken up today, she could assume she still wasn't feeling well. It was why she was currently making her a tea, as well as one for Félix, who seemed more worried than she was, oddly enough.

"Félix, we all have days where we don't feel well."

"I know, I know. But Pepa, that's my baby girl! Of COURSE I'm worried!"

Pepa chuckled, putting the tea on the table, and kissing his forehead.

"Ya, relax. She's eleven, not five. Drink your tea, and breathe. Nothing is wrong."

"You're right. You're absolutely right. Gracias, Pepi. I-"

"MAMI!!"

Camilo ran into the kitchen, nearly slamming himself into the walls of the Casita.

"Oye, relax! Do you want to get hurt-"

"I checked in on Dolores! She won't get up and she's bleeding!"

Whatever calm Pepa had, was absolutely thrown out the fucking window. Her and Félix ran up the stairs as quickly as they could, and immediately ran into the room, to 'backstage', where Dolores's actual bed was. Pepa immediately shook her, scaring the poor thing awake.

"W-whats going on?!"

"Mija, are you okay? Camilo told us you weren't getting up and there was blood!"

Camilo pointed to the sheets, and sure enough, as Dolores pushed away the sheets, there was blood, smeared against all of her covers. Félix looked at Dolores, and sighed in relief.

"Oh por dios-I was TERRFIED."

Dolores groaned in disgust as she grabbed her dad's arm, kicking the sheet away.

"Ew...papi? Why is there blood on the sheets? Am I dying?"

Félix chuckled as he patted her little head.

"No baby. You know that thing that happens to mami sometimes? When she gets a bit more cranky than usual? Thats her on her period. And when you're on your period, you bleed."

Dolores didn't look surprised, but rather, extremely uncomfortable with this information.

"How long till it's over?"

Pepa started to gather her sheets as Félix helped her to her feet.

"For a week. Then it'll start again next month."

"Wait, so my prima isn't dying?"

"No mijo, she's just fine!"

Camilo pouted.

"Aw. I wanted her stuff."

Dolores stuck her tongue out at him, before Félix chuckled and seperated them by lightly smothering their faces with his hands.

"Ya, enough. Camilo, you be nice to your sister, ESPECIALLY right now."

Camilo pushed his hand away, looking upon it with disgust.

"Why? She's not dying."

"Because she doesn't feel well. Your sister is going to be bleeding for a while-"

Dolores winced as she held onto her tummy, clearly feeling a cramp.

"Ow ow ow...it hurts."

"Those are cramps, mija. Don't worry, you'll feel better after a nice shower. Then, you can have whatever you want for breakfast."

"W-she gets to eat whatever she wants for breakfast? Just for being a girl?!"

Camilo turned into Dolores, and faked what looked like a tummy ache. Félix looked displeased by this, and even Pepa had to admit that was inappropriate.

"Camilo. Be a good little hombre for me, stop making fun of your sister. Get me the laundry basket."

Camilo pouted as he obeyed, and Pepa chuckled as she stuffed the basket full. They all walked Dolores to the bathroom, and Pepa pushed Bruno away from entering the bathroom.

"Pepa what the hell-"

"Someone just started her period today, she's going to take a shower. As long as she needs."

Bruno leaned over to look at Dolores, giving her a thumbs up.

"Hey! The big period! Well good for you! Growing up, right before our eyes! Has Pepa told you about her period story?"

Pepa glared at him, the thunder serving as a warning for him to shut the fuck up.

"Bruno. Don't. You. Dare."

She knew that shit eating grin. No stopping him, even if she was going to beat his ass.

"It happened around your age! We were having a sleep over in my room, and we all slept in my bed. We woke up- we were all just covered in her blood! Like it was all over my sheets and our clothes-it looked like the horse scene in the Godfather. You dunno what that is yet, but trust me it's a lot."

"BRUNO."

"For like, two years I was convinced she was a werewolf, and was using the period as a cover up-okay okay I'm done I'm done!"

Bruno yelped as one of her lightning bolts almost hit him. Dolores covered her ears from the noise, but all three of these shit heads were chuckling along with Bruno. Pepa pushed him away, scolding him for being a dumbass, and only relaxing when Félix lightly patted her back.

"Hey, this is the first time Dolores smiled today. Be happy about that."

She sighed, the clouds poofing away as she nodded.

"Fair point. Dolores, mija, I'm going to help you with something while your papi gets you breakfast."

"What do you want for breakfast?"

Dolores thought about it for a second. She could only imagine how crazy her thoughts must be going in her little head.

"Mmm...I want arroz con leche."

"Then that's what you'll get, mi little buho. I'll take Camilo with me, you handle it from here?"

Pepa nodded, and after sharing a smooch with her husband, took Dolores to the bathroom. Pepa had her sit on the toilet, as she knelt down to her level.

"Now, mi amor. There's a few things I should tell you about how to handle your period, okay?"

"Uhm...okay?"

"Great. Now, first things first. You get your heavy bleeding from me, so you need to wear a cloth on your underwear."

"Like...a diaper?"

Pepa shrugged.

"Sort of. It's worth it though, else you'll get blood on everything, and you'll just genuinely be uncomfortable."

"Is there...something else?"

"Oh si-I use these sometimes, they're tampons!"

Pepa had some on hand, actually, for emergencies. She let Dolores hold one, but she looked...not so comfortable.

"Okay. And how do these catch the blood?"

"Oh you push this, and it goes inside of you. Then, once you need to change it, you pull the string and-"

"Papi!!!"

Dolores covered her ears as she screamed. And immediately, Félix poked his head into the bathroom, brow raised.

"What's wrong?"

"Can mami go instead? I don't wanna hear about stuff going places."

Pepa huffed, feeling a cloud form over her head. How dare she? Her own daughter, trying to get rid of her? She huffed, standing up, thrusting the tampons into Félix's hands, and taking the basket of laundry.

"Fine. YOU deal with it. Clearly I'm not wanted."

Pepa walked past them to the laundry room, where Julieta was, trying to get stains out of clothes, alongside Isabela.

"Pepa! What do you need me to...You're thundering."

"No, I thought I was raining glitter."

She replied, sarcasm laced in her voice. Julieta grabbed the clothes from her, and chuckled upon seeing the mess.

"Oh, Pepa! How cute! Is that why she was feeling unwell? I thought you'd be happy!"

"I was. Then she decided I wasn't good enough to explain tampons to her. Félix has ALWAYS been her favorite. Tonto."

Isabela looked up at the sheet, curious.

"What's going on with Dolores?"

"She had her period, it means she's becoming a woman."

"W-I'm older! I should becoming a woman! I want my period!"

Julieta chuckled, patting her head before getting to work.

"It'll happen when it happens, mija. I didn't have mine till I was thirteen, but I've heard a few getting it at fourteen."

"Is it bad?"

"In...some cases. Like Pepa's was-"

"If I have to hear about how bad my first period was, I'm going to hurricane."

"Ah, Bruno huh?"

Julieta chuckled, much to her frustration.

"You know what, I'm going to the market, let out some clouds. And Dolores says she wants arroz con leche for breakfast."

"Have fun. And be easy on your little girl, she's probably just really uncomfortable right now."

Pepa scoffed as she walked out of the laundry room, and into town. Maybe she was just a bit hard on her. Maybe she just wanted to be there for her, someone she wished she had when SHE was bleeding. Oh well.

At least she knew HER brother wouldn't call her a werewolf for two years.

[2ynjns]

enhypen's s/o on their period

pairings: ot7 x fem!reader

word count:

notes: fluff! mentions of menstruation

request states “Could you possibly do Enhypen when their s/o is on their periodʕ •́؈•̀ ₎"

heeseung

the genuinely-cares-about-you boyfriend

one night you were having terrible cramps

so you were just laying in bed

tucked under the blankets

all stuffies surrounding you

then heeseung called you to check in

“hey baby how are you?”

*sniff* “i-it hurts” *sniff*

when i tell you, he immediately ran to your place

about five minutes or so he found himself in front of your bedroom door

and he saw you cramping in pain

and heeseung was all just like

:c oh no my baby

he walked towards you and he picked you up

then he sat if the bed

carried you like a baby

youre wrapped with the blanket by the way

he was rubbing your back

singing to you

rocking you like a baby

he’ll eventually sleep with you and youd wake up in his arms :>

jay

will cook anything for you boyfriend

you started off your day irritated because of your hormones and you suddenly had a sudden craving for your parent’s home cook meal

the problem is you don’t live with your parent(s) anymore

*cues superman theme intro*

jay to the rescue!!

he came over to your place

called your parents

and ask for the recipe

you were pretty much like

“nooo jay its okay i can manage to visit my parents place and eat there!! ><“

jay couldnt be fazed and was like

“no <3 you stay here youre in pain”

he was rockin your pastel yellow with ruffles apron tho

HAHAHAHHA

he also fed you

like

spoon fed you

“jay, im just in pain, im not paralyzed”

“shush and eat your food”

jake

boyfriend who lowkey does not know what to do part 1

he does not have a sister so his knowledge which this kind of stuff is pretty...

uhm...

no knowledge HSJDHFJSDHF

pls send this boy some help

even then you're pretty willing to educate him

well

most of the time you're irritated

"jake, can you hand me the hot pack?"

":<< you didn't call me baby..."

(°ㅂ°╬)

*breathes*

"okay baby, hand me the hot pack."

"but you didn't ask nicely this ti--"

"are you gonna hand me the hot pack or what??"

POOR BOY

so clueless </3

his heart was broken okay

anyway

after that you did feel kind of guilty

so you apologized for being cranky and jakey gave you cuddles!! ＼(≧▽≦)／

sunghoon

he knows what to do

but he either do something about it or dont

if he knows you're cranky, full of anger and despise

he tries to stay away from you about 40% of the time

but if you're emotional, in pain and sad

he will BABY you

tummy and back rubs 24/7

him laying down on bed or on the couch

you laying in his arms and tucked to his side

nuzzling his chest or his side

then he would give you never ending rubs

on your arms, on your back, on your tummy

asks if you're okay

"i'm ok my tummy just hurts"

then the next minute you get irritated

"okay i think i'd leave you alone for now..."

gently gets up to go to the kitchen to prepare some food

little did he know him leaving your side hurt your heart

"he doesn't love me anymore :< he left me alone here :<"

*silently cries under the blanket*

boy literally comes back confused

"hey sweetheart, what are you doi-- are you crying?"

"you don't love me anymore :<"

"what are you talking about?"

"you left me alone :<"

"sweetheart, i just got you food, please don't cry."

sunoo

the he knows what to do boyfriend

has his own emergency kit stored in his room JDHSJDH

i mean like a box full of sanitary items, chocolates, hot pack, blanket, clothes, meds, name it, he has it all

knowledge mostly comes from his older sister

he loves you so much and he shows it :c

oddly enough you always question his love for you whenever you're on your period

so it pains him whenever you question him

so he gives you more attention than usual when you're on your period

"i know you like chocolates so i grabbed this for you on my way home!"

"i reheated your hot pack."

"what do you wanna eat? are you craving something?"

"can i hug you?"

like sunghoon,

full of tummy rubs

you tend to nap more on your period

so you're napping like a baby on his bed

then he'd lay down next to you

maybe watch a movie on his phone to keep him entertained

then while watching he just rubs your tummy though you're sleeping

when he stops, you move and puts his hands back

jungwon

the boyfriend that annoys you even more

you're already cranky, irritated and in pain

and this boy teases you even more

"maybe if you stop being annoyed, you'd get less annoyed."

٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶

"YANG JUNGWON!! IM GONNA HIT YOU!!"

sending help to y/n

anyways

aside from making fun of you and having fun seeing you mad

he's actually loving okay

he just,,, sometimes wants to annoy you

it's like 40% of you bickering

60% of you demanding jungwon to do things for you

but ofc he loves you he will 100% give whatever you need

he does NOT let you go on your phone

"you should nap instead of going on your phone, bun."

"the phone keeps me distracted from the pain."

"sleep will also distract you from the pain, now hand me the phone and go nap so you're not cranky."

ヽ( `д´*)ノ

gosh dangit jungwon why do you always win

forces you to sleep but he's right

you did wake up in a better mood

+ he's sleeping next to you BAHAH

ni-ki

cluelss bf part 2

hear me out

though he has an older sister

he actually does not pay attention as much

so reality hits, he does not know a thing about it

you're on your period and you were just unexplainably annoyed by every single thing

"hyung, y/n is mad at me."

heeseung just looked at him concerned

"what happened? did you two fight?"

"no? they just stormed out of the room and left.."

heeseung was just like (・・;)ゞ

"maybe,,, they're on their monthly... you should talk to them."

then it hits him

boy literally forgot period was a thing JSHDJFDHJF

anyways he texts and asks where you are but you didn't reply

so he called you saying

that he wants to come over or pick you up

he genuinely wants to make you feel better

so you said youre not really in the mood

but he can not be tamed

sooo

he comes over to your place and takes care of you

well still clueless but he's trying

he also got your sanitary items on his way to you

"so i got these for you but i don't know if you use pads or tampons so i got both and i got a light and a heavy version for each..."

[frenchfrywrites]

I just got on tumblr after a short break from internet and. Oh my god where did all of this preg kink came from. Not complaining at all though!! I'm not really into pregnancy itself, but impregnation?? Round bellies?? Nesting behaviors???? Morning sickness????? Sign me the fuck in.

Focusing more on the morning sickness side because i'm a whore for emeto, imagine Simeon feeling nauseous every day but not wanting to take any meds because he's terrified it will hurt your pups. No matter how much you try to persuade him into taking them, he refuses and gets cranky (being pregnant worsened his stubborn side considerably) so you ask for Barbatos to make him you with medicinal teas. It helps a bit, but he is still glued into the toilet every morning. You rub his back gently as he sobs sotfly and coo over him, whispering how he will be a wonderful mommy for your pups and he just have to hold on a little longer. You always help him to clean himself up and make him light snacks for his upset tummy, spoiling him rotten with gifts and a sea worth of verbal and physical affection. He's SO not used to being pampered like this and he quickly gets addicted and may even pretend he's neuseous to get your attention.

The idea of Simeon being so clingy and getting mortified on how whiny he is when you're not are around to pamper him but not being able to stop..... i love him your honor - 🍞

MMMM I've been waiting for morning sickness to come up 🥰🥴

At first the vomiting every morning would be nerve wracking and exhausting and disgusting to him, though as it progresses he gets used to it. And then,, I wonder if he'd start to enjoy it? Maybe not the actual act of it, but he so loves having you praise, spoil, and pamper him that he (guiltily) ends up looking forward to his morning sickness. I think he'd love having you rub his belly or hold his hair back while he pukes (bonus points if you kiss the back of his neck while holding his hair back). He always wants to be fed the snacks you prepare for him, and needs at minimum an hour of cuddling afterwards 🥺

I can absolutely see him feigning nausea to have your attention. But he has to be careful because one time he pulled it in front of others and got their attention as well, which was not his goal 💀

[tinytinybumblebee]

Could you do some baby Izzy headcanons?

!! Absolutely, Izzy is lowkey my favourite character (next to Jim n' Ed xD)

• Constantly needs to be reminded to "use gentle hands" when playing with others because Izzy will get very involved in whatever he's doing and sometimes (98% of the time) gets frustrated or doesn't want to use his words and just, throws hands or grabs things away from others (It's something Stede is working on but, unsurprisingly, teaching gentle manners to a pirate in his terrible 2s isn't a walk in the park😂)

• He's verry reluctant to share his regression with others, he has that constantly mean voice in the back of his mind that makes him sure others would be mean to him about it ;^;

But! Little does he know that Stede would never ever judge or ridicule him for regressing, he'd want Izzy to feel safe enough to freely be small! (But, for the most part, Izzy would just be small on his own-)

• Grumpy! Dear gosh he needs a nap but, he's constantly at the "too tired to sleep" stage so, you have a fussy lil Izzy. He pouts and crosses his arms over his chest when things aren't going exactly his way, he just has a lot of frustration and big emotions that are hard for him to explain or express so, he'll have fits and sometimes just start crying at what seems incredibly mundane for another (like, Stede picking the yellow book instead of thr blue one)

• He knows the Ed regresses- and he genuinely wants nothing more than to be tiny along side Ed, have a playdate. But, he can't even bring himself to admit that to himself ;0;

That is, until Stede sorta caught on- he'd catch a glimpse of Izzy seeminly longingly staring as Stede is coddling a tiny Ed. And then one day, Stede and Ed catch up with Izzy in Stede's quarters and bring it up the idea of a playdate ;w;

• Being sick (especially seasick) makes Izzy feel very small! He doesn't like feeling yucky, not having control over how his tummy is feeling is scary to him and he just wants to have someone rubbing his back and taking care of him or to reasure him that this will pass and he'll be able to play again soon♡

• Fang and Ivan definitely know about Izzy's regression and, they've definitely tried to help Izzy out or talk to him about it in a supportive way

• Surprisingly, when tiny, he likes being called Israel the most. But, any nickname given to him he likes (Busy Izzy, Tizzy Izzy etc.)

• Loves playing pretend, mostly it's where he is some king but a really badass one that sword fights and stuff! (Which, Stede indulges him because god, it's kinda cute hearing what Izzy assumes is fancy person talk)

• Cannot have his peas touching his potatoes, don't know why, he just won't eat it if that's the case (and he has been known to throw it on the floor, if he's particularly cranky- but, Stede stopped that habit and explained how that might hurt Roach's feelings because he cooked that up and guided Izzy to instead tell him that having those touch upsets him☆)

• When tiny, he sucks his thumb or in general chews on things especially his sleeves ;u;

• Like previously said, he's definitely in his "Terrible Twos" when tiny, which just means he needs more guidance with his emotions and how to move those feelings into something creative or expressive that isn't hitting or biting

Aaaaa that's all i have right now but I might have more soon!!♡

[watermelonlovershigh]

Harry's Daughter Rose Get's Sick on the One Direction Tour Bus (singledad!harry)

AN: so i turned this Single Dad Harry & His Daughter Rose (journey through life) into a series where i'll write blurbs and maybe a one shot here and there. people seem to love this story so i'm happy to write for it.

This story contains: puking, child crying, comfort

{ singledad!harry - Prince Harry (2014 ish) - Rose age 2 }

word count: 1104

Rose wakes up sick to her little tummy on the One Direction tour bus and Harry cleans her up and all his bandmates help him out and clean up the mess she made with her sick.

On the tour bus, Harry and Rose usually shared a bunk. She's so small that it isn't a big issue. But tonight, Rose was attached to Niall. She fell asleep on Niall's chest when her bedtime rolled around and when they tried to move her, she's just start whining and crying. So Niall told Harry that Rose could just sleep with him in his bunk for the night and Harry agreed.

Harry did think it was weird that Rose had been cranky through-out the day, but didn't put too much thought into it. She is going through her terrible two's after all. But when he's suddenly being woken up by a loud scream coming from Niall's bunk, her moodiness correlating to her terrible two's goes flying out the window. Something else is wrong.

Harry is quick to jump from his bunk and barley has time to let his eyes adjust to the lights before Niall screams, "Harry, oh God. Come ere'." Thinking Rose might be seriously hurt or worse, Harry paces to Niall's bunk and immediately is hit with the stench of vomit. Then he sees Niall gagging into his bare arm. Getting a closer look, Harry sees puke all over Niall's sheets and running down his left arm.

As soon as Rose sees her daddy, she screams a heartbreaking cry, "Daddy, daddy, daddy." making grabby hands. Harry's little girl is covered in her own sick and shook up from the entire experience presumably.

Without second thoughts, Harry reaches into Niall's bunk and lifts up Rose, not caring if he gets covered in throw up. "Shh my love, you alright? Was your tummy just hurting?" he soothingly asks his daughter, but she just tries to burry herself deeper into her daddy's body and wails a loud cry that has Louis, Liam, and Zayn awaking and coming out their bunks to see the commotion.

"Mate, why is she crying for?" Louis asks in a Donny accent but soon sees the scene in front of him and realizes Rose has just been sick.

When Liam sees what's happening, he's quick to say, "Harry, take her to the toilet (the bathroom) and I'll clean up her vomit." Liam has always been the responsible one and the one who does the jobs no one else is willing to do, so cleaning up a bit of sick isn't a problem for him. He's cleaned all of his bandmates sick at some point or another so he can handle a two year olds puke without any problems.

Zayn on the other hand is quick to get back into his bunk, not being able to handle throw up. Just like Niall except Niall got unlucky and was the one who got puked on. That's why Louis goes over to Niall and is trying to comfort him because he's trying not to be sick himself.

Harry walks into the mini bus bathroom holding Rose to his chest and shuts the door, giving them a bit of privacy. He tries to set her on the top of the counter but she refuses, grasping tightly around his neck. "Baby, is your tummy still hurting? I need to know so I can help you."

Rose lifts her head from Harry's shoulder and mumbles, "Yeah, it wrilly hurts daddy." Harry takes that as a sign to go in front of the toilet and kneel down, holding Rose over the bowl. She lets out a few grunting gags before expelling more puke out her tiny mouth. Harry winces at the sight because he hates to see his daughters so sick. It breaks his heart.

Out of the bathroom, Louis has helped Niall clean the vomit off his arm and side, in the mini kitchen on the bus. And Liam has striped Niall's sheets and disinfected the walls and what puke that got on the floor. Zayn is laying in his bunk on his phone, trying to distract himself from what's happening around him.

Rose finally stops throwing up and Harry strips her clothes off, as well as his own (he left his boxers on), and stepped into the buses shower. He cleans them off and removes all puke that got on their bodies. The whole time, Rose wouldn't let go of her daddy. Almost as if he would disappear any second which is far from the truth.

Liam brings them two towels and searches through Roses' luggage to find her some clean sleep ware. He also brings Harry some dry boxers and has managed to put new sheets on Niall's bed. By the time Harry and Rose leave the bus bathroom all fresh and clean, everyone else was settling back into their designated bunks, ready to resume their sleep.

When Harry approaches his bunk, he sees where Liam was kind enough to leave a bucket on the floor beside his bed incase Rose needed to be sick again. Harry slips into his bunk with his daughter Rose to his chest, and holds her into his body heat. Her eyes slowly shuts by the seconds that pass.

When fully laying back down, Harry whispers to his baby girl, "If your tummy starts hurting again, please tell daddy alright. I have a bucket you can use. I love you my darling."

She mutters back, "Wove you." not being able to pronounce her L's very well. Harry gives her wet, clean curls a kiss and rubs his hand over her bony back, hoping to help her fall asleep easier. The covers are pulled up over their bodies and her tiny face is stuffed into Harry's shoulder length, damp hair.

The next day when they awoke, Rose was fine and they never figured out why she got sick in the night. Harry thanked his bandmates and friends for helping out with his daughter because he knows for a fact he wouldn't be able to have done it alone. Single parenting is hard, but even harder when you're on a tour bus and traveling all the time. They always step in and help with Rose when needed and he couldn't me more grateful for the people in his life.

(just edited this at 2 am so sorry for mistakes. this is my last fic before i leave my house to evaluate for the hurricane, so peace out and enjoy)

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Ok this may be weird but I have to know. I was told the demon bros can get pregnant during there heat. What if there MC has female organs and wants to have a baby but they cant from medical reasons. Would the brothers be willing to carry the baby for there MC?

Brothers Carry Infertile MC's Baby

Warnings: Infertility, Male Pregnancy, heat, NSWF-ish, mention of abortion read at your own risk

A/N: IM BACK BABY whats good, whats poppin, how y'all doing anyway here some content

- Male pregnancy wasn't very common in the devildom, but it was possible and did happen sometimes

- So he wasn't totally opposed to it, perhaps a bit anxious to be seen with a baby bump in public, but still willing to try if it would please MC

- When he initially became pregnant he was overjoyed with love for his child and MC but soon grew full of agonizing sickness and other pregnancy symptoms

- with his work piling up in front of him and him having to deal with these symptoms he eventually made his way to Diavolo shamefully asking for some time off, which Dia gladly agreed to

- He was cranky and had sore feet constantly, he was mostly worried about the fact he could barely watch over his brothers in his state though, since chasing them or hanging Mammon could prove to be too difficult on his body and end up hurting the baby.

- At first he refused to have a child at all with MC, not because he didn't want a kid, but just because he was scared MC would love the kid more than they loved him.

- My mans eventually began to have dreams about babies with MC and how they'd all look exactly like his human and eventually agreed to have MC's kid

- He gets a lot of grimm for posing for demon male pregnancy magazines, since as I stated previously Males were often pregnant so people were willing to pay big bucks for pregnant males, ESPECIALLY if one of those males was a demon lord

- He was whiney and cried a lot, constantly having too many emotions for his head to wrap around at once

- but he was always thankful for the fact that the pregnancy prevented Lucifer from punishing him as MC would always fight Lucifer to protect their child

-WAHHH THIS IS JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME WHERE THE GUY GOT PREGNANT OMG

- Jealous of the unborn child when he sees how excited it makes MC

- Hates being pregnant the entire time, refuses to get photos taken of him

- But he does like eating normal food instead of junk food all day since Lucifer insisted they had a healthy a child and basically spoonfed his brother to ensure he and the human had the perfect child

- Would narrate his anime and games to the baby when they were alone, even though it probably couldn't hear him

- Angery pregnant man

- He knows anger isnt good for the baby but he was just gonna have to accept the fact that his child would be just as angry as him

- he loves being pregnant when he remembers its the beginning of him and MC's family, and when he reads to his baby bump at night, but other than that he hates it

- if it were anyone else he wouldn't have agreed to carry their baby

- feet hurt, tummy hurt, everything hurt he angery

- very excited for pregnant fun stuff ;)

- loves the way his skin glows when he's pregnant

- hates the cravings though, they make him feel gross and yucky

- he does pregnancy workout vids and holy crap he is so good at them

- i think he might've done them before

- he's also been pregnant before, the pregnancy was always just terminated since he never really felt ready to settle down

- also has a million maternity photos

- CRAVINGS LIKE OH mY DIAVOLO I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH ODD CRAVINGS

- is super happy most of the pregnancy though

- he just wants to have a family with MC no matter the cost, he loves them and family is one of his biggest goals

- hates the morning sickness though, feels like he's wasting food

- he wouldn't carry the baby, I honestly think he'd be really uncomfortable with it

- I think he wouldn't really feel comfortable with a family in the first place as he is always too tired to even take care of himself

- knows he wouldn't be able to care for the child properly

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I wrote a short sanders sides horror story

Tw: unsympathetic Patton, kidnapping, child in distress, captivity, child abuse

Virgil laid on the ground in a night gown fit for a little girl, his tiny frail body quivering as he remained unconscious for hours.

He was in a strange new place that he didn't recognize, far away from his parents and far away from his home, all virgil could remember was the distinctive cry of a man calling out for his son and then being picked up and pulled away from his mother.

The arms were strong and manly but not as strong as his dad's, these arms were the kind you'd see on some one who did manual labor for a living but would never even lift a finger at home, big strong hands with out a single callous or scratch on them, as far as virgil knew, these arms belonged to somebody who had no business touching him.

The mysterious person continued on through the crowd of the public park, pushing and ducking through everyone with the little eight year old coddled in his arms like stolen goods.

To anyone else though, he looked just like any father taking his screaming son home.

As virgil was quickly thrown into a car he tried to kick his little legs at the abductor and start crying for help, it was no use though, he just looked like a cranky child throwing a fit.

Then he felt something cover his mouth, something that made his eyes groggy and his tummy feel wooze, before virgil even knew it, he was knocked out completely cold.

The last thing virgil heard were the distant sounds of his mother's screaming as she frantically searched for him, barely missing the vehicle as it drove off.

Within just a few minutes virgil went from being on his mother's shoulders to being on the five o' clock news.

Virgil lifted his tried head off the concrete floor and looked at all of his surroundings, he was in a childish bedroom that had fallen into disrepair, grey concrete floors with cheap and dirty rugs with cartoom animals printed on them, peeling purple wall paper that you might see in a nursery, broken and out of date toys all strewn about, and a busted up Belmont bed that had rusted on the bars over time with ragged Aladdin themed bed sheets and a baby's mobile hanging over it.

It was all very unfriendly and uncomfortable to look at, the room itself felt hostile and unwelcoming to the poor kid, he wanted absolutely nothing more than to run screaming back into his mommy's arms again at the sight of it, he never thought a room filled with toys could make him so scared.

Just then, virgil could see the door knob jiggle and slowly open, virgil felt sheer terror inch it's way through his entire body, he could do nothing but just sit there and wait to see who it was.

The door opened with a creek, revealing a shadowy figure who stepped into the dim light of Virgil's new room.

The stranger was a teenage boy covered in filth, he wore a dark green goodie and ripped black jeans with dirty white sneakers, he looked about fifteen or fourteen but Virgil couldn't really tell and to some extent, the teen couldn't either.

His hair was a smattering of curly locks all messy and unwashed with some bits of grey in it.

The boy looked down at Virgil with stoic sadness, his dark brown eyes focused on his face.

"What's your name?" He asked virgil, Virgil slowly scooched himself backwards "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." said Virgil.

The boys face remained still and emotionless "I'm not a stranger, I'm your new older brother, you're gonna have to give me your name before he gives you a new one.".

Virgil furrowed his little eye brows in confusion while the teenager bent down to reach his eye level.

"My name is Remus, but he calls me Duke." the stillness of the boys face made everything so much scarier for poor virgil, how on earth could this kid be so calm right now? His body was covered in bruises and malnourished, he couldn't possibly be okay right now.

"I'm not gonna hurt you ya know, well... actually... I guess that's not up to me." He mumbled.

Virgil's tired eyes watered as he began to feel choked up with tears, he just stared at the floor and said "Virgil, my name is Virgil.".

"I like that name... shame he's gonna change it for you." Remus reached into his hoodie pocket and took out a little digital camera, taking a photo of Virgil in the middle of his little break down.

The flash of the camera stung his eyes for a second, making virgil feverishly rub them, wiping away some of his tears.

"I want my mommy." "I'm sorry Virgil, she can't find you, nobody can find us.".

"Where are we?" Virgil asked, Remus stared up at the ceiling hearing stomping foot steps up above.

"I wish I knew." the foot steps began to get louder and louder as Remus frantically put away his camera.

Remus grabbed the door knob and checked around the corners of the hallway, he shot one last glare at virgil.

"Listen, just... do whatever he says, it's the only way you'll survive here, I'm really sorry." A twinge of sympathy crossed Remus's emotionless face as he silently closed the door and darted down the hall.

Virgil didn't know what was worse, being in this creepy room with Remus or being in this creepy room all alone with nothing but decrepit furniture to stare at.

Unfortunately for Virgil he wouldn't be alone for much longer as the door knob began to twist again, thankfully this time Virgil didn't just sit there and instead, rolled under the bed to hide.

He scrunched himself up into a little ball in the corner, he wished he had his hoodie on right now so he could hide in it, he prayed that whoever was coming wouldn't notice him.

The door flung open with a swift creek as Virgil watched two adult feet walked in.

The figure hummed ever so softly to himself, turning around the room to look at everything.

Virgil covered his mouth with his hand, terrified that if he even made so much as a peep then he would he spotted.

"Are we playing a little game?" The man's voice asked in a light and playful tone.

"Where are you hiding~?" He sung, a minute flew by as the man just stood there waiting for Virgil to come out.

Then the man simply disappeared from virgil's field of view, giving virgil a sweet second of relief.

He moved his hand away from his mouth and began taking deep horrified breathes, but the second virgil closed his eyes in horrified relief... "Gothcha!" The man yelled and he smacked his arms against the bed making a loud sound that hurt Virgil's sensitive ears.

The man stared at Virgil as their faces were just a foot away from each other, the man's face was soft and round with big circular glasses and freckles, his hair was similarly curly to Remus but looked like he actually washed it.

His face looked like the picture perfect representation of a rosy and trust worthy adult.

The man giggled a little as he stuck his tongue out a little and bit down on it with a smile, revealing a tooth gap.

"You're a very good hider, you almost had me fooled there." He sweetly said, "You're so cute, you're like a little kitten all scrunched up and hiding away from your owner.".

Virgil couldn't keep it together anymore and fully began to sob, closing his eyes and shaking in frustration and anguish.

"Aw, don't be sad, did I scare you that badly? I didn't know you were so anxious..." the man stared at Virgil with false sympathy, the kind you might give to some one if you didn't want to be a jerk to them but you truly didn't care about their problems.

He just kept staring at Virgil as he cried and cried for what seemed like an eternity.

The man's face suddenly lit up with joy as he thought of a great new name for the kid.

"Anxiety... that almost sounds like Andy! Ooh, I think I like that name! It even rhymes with candy!".

Virgil just sniffled and mumbled the only thing he could think of in that moment.

"I want my mommy..." he cried, Patton just continued to smile and stare as he slowly reached for Virgil.

"You don't need her anymore, all you need is your papa Patton and your siblings.".

Patton delicately wrapped his fingers around virgil's tiny wrist, and began to pull him out by force.

When patton touched Virgil, all he could do was stare at his hand in horror as virgil felt the familiar touch of some one with strong but soft hands, just like the ones that grabbed him at the park.

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Mr. Park~ Falling

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word Count- 1.9k

Includes- Dilf Seonghwa, Age Gap Relationship- Everyone is consenting adults, Cuddling, Seonghwa is the best boyfriend

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The phone rings in my ear while I wait for her to pick up. I miss her so much. My birthday was last month. I've seen her when I pick her up from work but it's only for a short time

It sucks having to wait for Yoonah to go to her mom's so I can have her here with me

"Baby", she answers, sounding happy

"Hi jagi"

"Yoonah's gone?"

"Yeah princess. Wanna come over?"

"Yeah baby but umm"

But what? Does she not want to come? Did I do something?

"What is it aegi?"

"We can't have sex"

We can't? Sex doesn't matter to me but...she's never said that before. Is she getting bored with me? Is she going to end this? She can't...I can't...

"Oh?"

"Yeah, girl time of the month"

I relax, letting the breath I didn't know I was holding out

"Oh alright"

"Do you still want me to come?"

"Of course jagi. Sex doesn't matter. I want to spend time with you"

"Aww you're so adorable", she coos and I can't help but smile, "I'll be there soon ok?"

"Ok baby"

We hang up and I sit on the couch waiting for her. I wish she could stay over tonight but we don't want to make her mom suspicious if she keeps staying over. Occasionally yes, but not every month

I wish it was every day. Waking up to her in my arms was the single best thing that I experienced in a long time. I woke up first and she looked like a angel asleep

She is an angel. She's my angel

I kissed her awake with gentle kisses. The second she opened her eyes, she smiled at me. She kissed me and we had lazy morning sex that was amazing

For the rest of that day, we just hung out eating, watching tv and sex. Lots of sex. She can go for a long time, many times. I never had so much sex in my life. And every time I'm raring to go

Crazy

But sex isn't everything. Being with her, having her next to me is more important. It's just that we don't get to see each other as often as we want and we end up fucking everytime

But today we can do whatever she wants. I know how cranky Yoonah can get when she has her period. I don't know how Joanne is but I'll make sure to cuddle her

Walking into my kitchen, I look in the freezer. No ice cream. Fuck. I know girls like ice cream and chocolate when they have their time of the month. I quickly text Joanne, telling her I'm running to the store

"Ok baby. Text me when you're back so I can come over"

"Ok jagi"

I grab my car keys and head to my car

----------------------------------------------------

"Hi jagi", I greet her, when she gets here

"Baby", she says, immediately going into my arms, hugging me tight

"Are you ok baby?", I ask, wrapping my arms around her

"Cranky. Tummy hurts. Want Seonghwa cuddles"

"Aww baby. I'll cuddle you as much as you want ok?"

She nods, pouting. Closing the door, I take her hand and lead her to the kitchen

"I got you some stuff", I tell her

"What is it?", she asks curiously

Opening the freezer, I show her the ice cream I bought her

"Ice cream?", she says giddily

I nod. I didn't know which one she'd like now so I bought like five of the smaller pints. I know her favorite ice cream is mint chocolate chip but I didn't know if she'd crave anything else so I got others

"Mint chocolate chip, Cookie dough, Chocolate, Caramel, Cookies and Cream", she reads

Her eyes shift to mine, "You are the the best"

I laugh, "Wait, I have more"

"More?"

Opening the fridge, I show her the chocolate bars I got her. Again, I just grabbed a variety. She gapes and the next thing I know, her arms are around me, kissing me all over my face

"Thank you baby"

"Anything for my princess", I murmur, "Let's go to the couch jagi. We can watch a movie or a show. Whatever you want"

"Hwa", she says, holding my hand, her thumb rubbing across the back of my hand, "I want you to know that when I say you're the best, I'm not just saying it. You are. You are the best for me"

Happiness and love fill my heart at her words

"I know jagi. And I hope you know that everything I say to you I mean. When I say you're the best or you're amazing or I'm lucky to have you, I'm not kidding"

Some tears prick the corner of her eyes. She hugs me tightly, burying her face in my chest. I hold her, softly running my fingers in her hair. After a few minutes she pulls away

"Ok baby?", I ask

She nods, "Yeah. Stupid hormones"

Chuckling, I take her hand, "Wanna watch a movie?"

She nods, "But I kinda want some chocolate. Please?."

"Sure jagi, take whatever you want. I bought it for you"

She opens the fridge grabbing, a Reese, a Snickers, a Twix, a Hershey bar and a coke. I just smile at her

"You want something baby?", she asks

"No jagi. I'm good for now"

We get the the living room and she sees on the couch, eating a Reese. I get the remote, turning on Netflix

"What do you wanna watch aegi?"

"Jurassic Park"

I look at her, "Dinosaurs?"

"I love dinosaurs"

Huh, ok

"Alright jagi, whatever you want"

When I sit, she snuggles next to me, my arm around her as the movie starts

----------------------------------------------------

"He ate the dog!", I gape at the screen

"Well duh baby. It's hungry and it's a dinosaur. It doesn't know a dog is a pet. Just food"

"But still!"

I had never seen any Jurassic Park movies. I just knew it was about dinosaurs. But the first one was really good and I had no clue I liked dinosaurs. Then she told me about the whole series and I immediately put the second one on. I watch as the T-Rex wreaks havoc on San Francisco, destroying a bus and eating a guy who's running away from it

She's eating her mint chocolate chip ice cream and I got my favorite chips I'm shoving in my mouth

"Damn that was crazy", I say when the movie ends

I turn to her, "Next one?"

She nods laughing

"Who knew you were such a dinosaur lover?"

"Not me" I answer

I reach for my coke, taking a sip before I put the third movie on

"You like jalapeno chips?", she asks, a disgusted look on her face

I look down at the bag then back at her, "Yea?"

"Ugh"

What?

"Ugh? It's so good. Want to try it?"

She shakes her head, "No. I hate spicy things"

I taste my eyebrow, "Really?"

She nods, "Yeah. I hate having my mouth on fire"

I laugh, "They're not that spicy"

"Speak for yourself jalapeno boy"

I burst out laughing at the name, "Jalapeno boy?"

"Yeah. Ugh. Spicy pants"

I laugh harder. She's so funny when she's in a bad mood

"That's you're new nickname. Jalapeno and spicy pants"

"O....o", I gasp through laughs, "Ok jagi. Whatever you say"

She pouts which makes me laugh more. She's adorable. Putting the bag of chips and the coke down, I lean over to her to kiss her

"Ugh no! You have jalapeno lips and breath"

Chucking, I tell her, "C'mon jagi. Want kisses"

"Wah no", she shakes her head

I pout and give her puppy eyes

"No stop, don't make that face"

I keep it up, looking directly at her

"Oh fine. Come here", she says, wrapping her arms around my neck

I press my lips against hers and she kisses me, licking my lip. Opening my mouth, her tongue slides inside touching mine. Shivers run up my spine and I kiss her back hard. She leans back on the couch, taking me with her

Laying next to her, I smirk against her lips, "Thought you didn't want to kiss me"

"Shut up", she grumbles, pulling me back to her lips

She holds onto me tightly while I run my hand up and down her the side of her body, enjoying kissing her. Her fingers toy with the hair at the back of my head, kissing me deeply

I'm just drowning in her, in her kiss, in her soft touches, in her scent, in her taste. In her. And I don't want to be saved

Her hand cups my face, kissing me intensely, like she can't get enough of me

I feel her move her hand down my body, making me groan in her mouth. Her hand moves against my erection, palming me through my sweatpants

"I can fix that", she murmurs in my ear

Softly I take her hand and put it back around my neck

"I just want your kisses baby", I whisper, kissing her again

I don't need to get off. I can wait for her. I just need her and right now, I need her lips against mine and her arms around me

---------------------------------------------------

I pull over to our usual spot where I drop her off. I wish she could stay with me

We kissed for a long time, I couldn't get enough. Then I ran my fingers in her hair as she touched my face softly, both of us just looking at each other. She fell asleep and I laid down with her falling asleep for a little. When we woke up, it was late and she had to go home

"Thanks baby. And thanks for the yummy treats", she smiles

I gave her the ice cream and chocolate I bought her so she can eat it at home

"Sure jagi."

She kisses me then moves to open the door

"Wait jagi"

"Hmmm?", she asks

I reach into my pocket and pull out a keychain I made for her on one of those personalization sites

"Here jagi"

She takes it and looks at it

"It's so pretty baby but what's the occasion?"

"I got that for you so you have something to put this on"

I open my hand showing her the two keys I have

"Hwa...what are those?"

"Keys to my house jagi."

A look of complete shock comes over her

"Really?"

"Yeah princess. I want you to have them. So you can open the door instead of always knocking. And if anything happens like today when I had to go to the store, you could just go inside and wait for me."

"Hwa", she says softly, "Thank you baby"

"It's nothing. You're my baby and I want you to come whenever you want. Well whenever Yoonah's not home for now"

She smiles then takes them and puts them on the keychain

"Thanks Hwa. This means a lot"

"You welcome jagi"

She throws her arms around me pulling me in for a kiss. When it's over, we say bye and she gets out of the car

I watch her walking to her house and wait until she gets in to drive away

Today has cemented what I knew from my birthday. Hell even before that

I'm in love with her

Completely stupidly in love

I'm not afraid of loving her. I'm afraid to tell her. I'm scared that she's not ready for it. Or worse that she doesn't love me

We've only been in a relationship for two months or so. I can wait awhile before I tell her, until we're together for longer. I'm honestly happy I found someone I can love and that it's her

My phone goes off and I look at it

"I miss you"

I just smile

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