#solly baby wrap

[miraclewoozi]

NOW YOU SEE ME - c.hs

you can’t say you’re surprised that your boyfriend leaps at the thought of throwing some sensory deprivation into the mix of your sex life, but you’re maybe a little shocked at just how into it he gets.

pairing; vernon x fem reader. genre; smut. plotless smut. MINORS DNI. w/c; 4.5k a/n; smut warnings under the cut. a/n2.0: you ever just think about that one time hhu wore blindfolds on stage? yeah. yeah, me too. a/n3.0: this is half proof read and half not proof read because if i had to re-read the rest i was gonna delete it! so! if there's a typo, no there isn't! <3

warnings; swearing (honestly just assume this is a given with me at this point), blindfolding, nipple play (m rec), finger sucking, praise, handjob (m rec), orgasm denial (m rec), piv sex (not wrapped but it’s est. relationship), slight dumbification (of him<3), face sitting/cum eating implied(f rec), pet-names (baby, sollie, angel, maybe a couple others). dom!reader, sub!vernon. reader is shorter than him.  (if i've missed anything, please let me know!)

“...Blindfolds?” 

“Blindfold. Singular,” you correct your boyfriend, shuffling slightly against the back of the couch. He cocks his head a little but he doesn’t contest it: he just waits for you to continue. “I don’t know. Things got a little… over-friendly at brunch the other day and someone brought it up as something they’d always wanted to try.”

“Huh,” Vernon muses. “Yeah, no. I’d never really thought about it.” 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you assure him, and he rolls his eyes at you, looking back down at his phone. He taps the screen and the familiar jingle to his favourite game sounds through his speaker once more. 

“I didn’t say that,” he says, the corners of his mouth tweaking up almost undetectably. What’s less discrete, though, is the way his bottom lip pinches as he draws it just slightly between his teeth. “You know I’ll try anything once.”

“Anything?” you tease, raising the volume of the TV again now your little intermission seems to be coming to an end. 

“Almost anything,” he corrects. You laugh, and so does he; you bump your foot against his abdomen where your legs are resting in his lap, and his grin stays an extra few seconds on his face. Right up until something in his game obviously gets a little more difficult; then, his brow furrows in concentration and his thumbs start moving deftly across the screen. You turn back to the TV, pretending to pay any attention to the show you put on a little while ago, but your mind starts to drift elsewhere.

Good to know.

Three weeks pass before anything comes of that little conversation. 

For a little while, Vernon was half-expecting you to whip out a sash of satin every single time things got the slightest bit steamy in the bedroom. When he told you he was down to try almost anything once, he really wasn’t kidding — even though you’re yet to deliver on that grand idea, you can safely say that your sex life has gotten a little bit spicier since you brought it up. Nothing nuts, granted. A few restraints, a couple of new toys here and there, but as yet…

No blindfolds.

So when he gets home from work late one evening, yawning his way through the front door to your apartment, it’s honestly faded almost entirely from his mind. Hearing him enter, you come through to greet him in the hallway, eyes landing on Vernon as he’s mid-stretch, his t-shirt riding up to expose a sliver of his toned midriff. Your smile at seeing him only brightens.

“Long day?” you ask, taking the last few steps towards him. Maybe there’s a little extra sway in your hips as you do, but Vernon looks so out of it that you’re not entirely sure he notices. He nods at your question anyway, rolling out a kink in his neck.

“The longest,” he says. “How was yours?”

“Slow,” you sigh, reaching him and slipping your arms around his waist. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He ducks his head down, pressing a short but sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. You rock up onto your toes to press one of your own to his lips and he smiles against you, humming in the back of his throat. “Can we order something in today? If I try to cook right now, I’ll end up burning the place down.”

“What else is new?” you tease him, pressing small pecks across his cheek and trailing them down his jaw. He clicks his tongue in feigned indignation but sighs anyway, tipping his head to the side; your kisses start to linger, each touch of your lips lasting just a fraction longer than the last.

Your embrace tightens, pulling him flush to you. There’s something really endearing in the way he lets his weight fall against you, only barely steadied by his hands on your hip bones. 

“But before we do,” you murmur, lips tickling at his earlobe. He slackens his jaw, lips falling apart, eyelashes fluttering. You grin to yourself. “I think you need to unwind a little – don’t you?”

Vernon lets out a softly chuckled laugh. “I think you might be right,” he agrees.

You take a few paces back from him, reaching into the pocket of your sweatpants and pulling free a length of silk, running it slowly through your fingers as you lean against the opposite wall. His eyes fall to the pearlescent material before they lift back to your own; all the tiredness seems to have been shocked clean out of him and he stares at you like all his Christmases have come at once.

“Tonight?” he asks. You can practically see his thoughts firing off at a hundred miles an hour in those beautiful, big, brown eyes. Cute. “Really?”

“Mhm,” you nod. Vernon swallows so hard that his Adam’s apple bobs. “If you want to, of cour–.”

“I do,” he says, rushing before you can even finish your sentence. “Shit, babe. Yeah – I do.”

“Come here, then,” you say. 

He does. What a good boy.

“Shirt off.”

He does that, too. In one swift movement, he reaches behind his head and pulls at the collar. His upper half is quickly bare and the discarded article of clothing is little more than a scrunched ball on the hallway floor. He stands in front of you, still gazing down at the silk. You’re not oblivious to the hardness growing in his pants as his breaths get a little deeper and his chest starts staining pink in a blush, but you make no effort to do anything about it. Instead, you twirl your finger once, asking him to turn around, and he spins on his heels so he’s facing away from you.

He's even polite enough to bend his knees so that you can reach without stretching.

“S’that okay?” you ask once your fingers have tied the silk at the back of his head, tugging gently at the bow. He nods, his own hands lifting to make sure it’s secure and in place, that he can’t see anything, before he stands fully upright again. “Not too tight?”

“Perfect,” he tells you. 

You walk around to his front, using this moment to really take him in. His pants sit low on his hips, as they always do, and the waistband of his boxers peeks out over the top of them. He's perfect, you think, licking over your lips at the subtle edges of muscle and every inch of smooth skin. All yours, all for the taking. I can’t wait to ruin him.

“Tell me anytime if you want me to take it off, okay?” you ask, reaching out with one hand to press your palm against his bare chest. He gasps softly at the sudden contact but quickly relaxes into it, almost falling forwards into your touch.

“I won’t want you to,” he chuckles. “But yeah. Of course.”

“Good boy,” you coo. Your thumb strokes gently over one of his exposed nipples, earning you another easily-won sharp intake of breath. A few more careful brushes and it starts to harden under your touch, your intense, hungry gaze unwitnessed by the man already totally at your mercy. His back arches just a little, seeking more, but you stop almost as quickly as you started.

Instead, your hand travels upwards, flat-palmed but agonisingly light. He's burning up, already, the loss of one of his senses so obviously heightening everything else. 

Two of your fingers curl beneath the chain that decorates his collarbones, pulling at it firmly, and he stumbles forwards for real this time. You catch him with your other hand on his waist, holding him in place and looking at his parted, pink lips. 

“D’you trust me?” you ask, and Vernon nods, following the sound of your voice until he’s just inches away from your own mouth. Each of his breaths feels a thousand degrees as they breeze over your face; you can’t help but lean forwards and kiss him. Just once. As a treat.

“With my life,” he whines, chasing you when you pull away. “I’m all yours, babe. Please. Use me.”

You keep your fingers hooked under his chain and use it to guide him all the way to your bedroom. He follows blindly, steps clumsy: he trips over himself a few times, slipping in his socks on the polished floor. He mumbles various unintelligible things to himself each time and you just laugh sweetly back at him, but his gracelessness only delays you by a couple of seconds. The moment you have him in your room, you uncurl your fingers from his necklace and plant both your hands on his waist, pushing him slowly down towards the bed.

“On your back,” you tell him, watching as he lies flat, both his arms fixed at his sides. 

You climb on top of Vernon, for the first time really realising just how much power you hold over him, right now. He is completely at your will. With one hand planted either side of his head, you lean down over him, hovering with your lips just grazing his own. He tries to press up into the kiss but you deny him, pulling away until he falls back onto the bed with a huff.

“You’re gonna behave for me tonight, aren’t you ‘Sol?” you ask, each syllable dragging your lips across his, joining and separating them over and over. “Be really, really good?”

He nods, and when you don’t respond to the nonverbal answer, clears his throat. “Y-yeah. I promise.”

“Only because you know what’ll happen if you don’t.”

“Only ‘cause I want to,” he corrects, swallowing hard again. You grin at him, giving in to the kiss that he so desperately wants. He moans softly at it, again as you lick your way between his parted lips, again still as you suck his tongue into your mouth and ghost your teeth over the muscle. 

It’s spitty and sloppy and needy on both of your ends but Vernon makes a point not to lift his arms from where they’re placed down by his thighs. He kneads at the bedding instead: grasps and releases the sheets, rubs them between his fingers so that he doesn’t completely lose himself in you and do something he shouldn’t. He really is being good, you muse. Showing real restraint. Because you know, and he knows, that he isn’t allowed to touch you until you say that he can.

You sit back from him after a little while, pulling off your own shirt and taking hold of one of his hands. He curls his fingers around yours, so deeply grateful for even this pathetic little touch.

“Here,” you sigh, and Vernon rolls his head back when you place his palm on your side, on the fabric of your bra band but not at the cup. He holds you there, thumb stroking back and forth, and when you lower yourself back down again, he’s so careful in how he tightens his grip so that he doesn’t let go.

You kiss his Adam's apple first, feeling it dip and vibrate with the moan he emits. You travel lower, then, and lower still: over his collarbone, down his chest, before your tongue flits out across one nipple, hardened from the chill in your apartment and aided by the anticipation of not knowing where you’ll touch him next. He whines at the gentle brush, biting down on his lip; you feel how his hips threaten to jolt beneath you, but his concentration is written all over his face and you just know he’s anchoring them down with all his might. You blow a slow stream of cool air over the bud, one hand moving down to toy with the other side of his chest. 

He’s always been so sensitive, here. Always keening and gasping as you tweak his nipples and suck them into your mouth. You tug one between your teeth, at the same time wiggling your hips down to better position yourself over his cock. It’s straining so much against his work pants and you think if he gets any harder, he’ll burst through the seams. A high-pitched whine tumbles through his defences at the combined sensations, and you roll down against him again, again, again until he’s grasping at your bra for dear life.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You ask him, voice low and quiet. 

“Need more,” he says. “Please — fuck. Fuck, I need more.”

You click your tongue at him. “Such a nasty word from such a pretty mouth.” With a frown, you sit upright and press two of your fingers against his lips. He parts them for you but immediately closes his mouth around your digits, suckling on them, licking over them, groaning at the weight of them when you grab his jaw with your thumb and ring finger, pressing his tongue back down in his mouth. “Be good, okay?”

He nods, his jaw a little slack even when you pull your fingers away, a string of his spit keeping you connected until it breaks and falls onto his chin. It stays that way even when you move off him, even when you start unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down. He helps, lifting his hips, kicking them off and over the side of the bed, ready to be forgotten, all the while not closing his mouth. You position yourself between his calves, just out of reach of his hands, and trail your fingers over the insides of his thighs. 

“You want more, huh?” you ask, watching as Vernon nods again, so desperately, the blindfold staying secure and unmoving even as the bow at the back shifts against your bedsheets. His jaw is so tense, the muscles at the joint are practically bulging. you’d feel bad for him if he wasn’t so damn pretty when he got worked up.

“Please,” he pants, muscles twitching under your touch. When you lean down and kiss the inside of his thigh, right where that adorable freckle embellishes his skin, he jerks enough that he almost plants his knee into your jaw. “M’sorry — it-… it all feels so much more sensitive today-” he says, all rushed and hurried. You kiss his thighs over and over, licking your way upwards, pecking just below his belly-button and dragging the tips of your nails down his sides. God, his cock is hardly even concealed beneath his brilliant white boxers; he might as well not be wearing any with the outline so clear and obvious. A small translucent patch is even starting to form where his tip strains against them. 

“I know, baby,” you grin. “It's okay. Can we take these off, too?”

He wordlessly lifts his hips up for you again so you can work his last remaining article of clothing off his scorching body. His length bounces free the second it possibly can, thick and leaking, and he groans at the relief of finally escaping the elasticated confines. 

I could just leave him like this, you think to yourself, relishing in everything that makes the man lying in front of you so perfectly himself. Every single hair, standing on end, at attention to you. Every dip and curve and bump and bruise and scar. You could stare at him all day. But he’s growing impatient behind that blindfold, no matter what his perfectly well mannered hands and near-silent mouth would have you believe. As much as you want to just sit here and visually appreciate him, you think maybe it won’t hurt to physically do so, too.

It’s a fair stretch, but you manage to lean over him to open your bedside drawer and pull free a small bottle of flavoured lube. You squeeze a little into your palm, and he inhales a few times: even though you can only see two thirds of his face, you can practically feel him trying to figure out what the fragrance he can smell is, all of a sudden.

“Strawberry?” he murmurs after a moment, and you hum acknowledgement, taking his cock in your hand. He sighs, hips lifting to thrust himself further into the circle your fist makes; you freeze mid-stroke until he settles them back against the bed. 

“That’s it,” you encourage, languidly starting to pump over his length as he lets out more sweet little moans and whimpers, teeth so tight around his bottom lip that the skin around them pales. “Let it out, baby.”

He releases his lip almost straight away, gasping a moan of your name, his fists balling at the bed sheets instead to ground him.

“How’s that feel?” you ask, jerking him off a little faster, moving your wrist in the way you know he likes. When he only nods up at you, you squeeze your fingers just enough that he stutters out a grunt.

“So good,” he sighs, licking out over his lips. “Feels-... feels like heaven.”

You hum, fondly smiling ear-to-ear (not that he can see this, but you both know he’s visualising your face right now whether his eyes are trained on it or not). “Fitting for an angel, huh?”

Over the course of the next few minutes, your speed increases until he honestly can’t quiet the noises you so eagerly want him to make. Alongside the lewd sounds of the lube in your palm sliding up and down his cock, over and over and over, his whimpers and pleas grow louder. He re-grasps the sheets in his fingers, spewing out a string of expletives.

“M’gonna-...” he starts, swallowing hard, and you start to slow your movements just enough to make him hiss. His voice, when he speaks again, almost seems to be laced with panic at the thought of not being allowed to finish. “Please – oh, please, you’ve gotta let me come.”

“Do I?” you ask, pouting condescendingly down at him. He can either hear it in your voice, or he just knows you well enough to have guessed exactly what your face is doing right now. Either way, he groans, his own lips jutting out to match your expression as he throws his head back.

“Please,” he tries again, a little deeper this time. As if he’s trying to be commanding when he begs you. As if he could ever stop you playing with him, like this. (As if he’d ever really want to.)

“Not yet,” you say, slowing and softening more until your movements are barely-there. “Hold on, for me.”

Miraculously, he does. even when you bring him to the edge again and immediately drop your pace — he mewls at you and rolls his head back and almost chokes on the spit collecting in his mouth, but he doesn't let go. It’s taking everything he has, you can tell. The pretty vein that runs up the side of his neck bulges. His forehead grows damp with sweat. His cock twitches and throbs in your hand and is so hard you’re sure it must be bordering on painful for him. But he holds on.

After half an hour, after denying him of his orgasm for the fourth time, you can’t help but feel a bit of pity for Vernon; he looks positively wrecked, writhing with every pump of your fist, his voice dry and hoarse. And maybe it’s a little self-indulgent, when you finally stop teasing him: maybe you can't deny that this is destroying you, too. The weight of him in your hand is satisfying, but the need you have to be stretched out on his cock is almost unbearable. 

You undress yourself as he comes back down from the brink, drying off his forehead on the back of his arm. Your clothes join his on the floor and positioning one leg over his hips, you bend down low to kiss his lips.

He presses up into it so hard he almost breaks his own nose.

“I need you, baby,” you tell him, cupping his cheek. His hands instinctively come to settle on your hips. “I want you to fill me up. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yeah,” he breathes, just the idea of finally being able to get his dick wet seemingly wiping away the brain matter he uses to form coherent sentences. “I can...”

“Do you want this off?” you ask, fingers playing with the bottom of the blindfold. 

He shakes his head, almost as if he’s offended that you’d ask. “No – please,” he hurries, gripping your hips tighter. “Leave it on. Wanna-... wanna fuck you with it-... wanna know how it feels…”

“Okay,” you agree, kissing the corner of his lips before grinding your pussy down over his leaking cock. The heat between your legs and the slickness of your folds as they drag against his length does something so deeply sinful to Vernon: he reaches up behind your back, pulls you down towards him, buries his head in your shoulder and sounds like he’s about to sob.

“I don’t know how long I’m gonna-...” he tries to warn you, another smooth roll of your hips cutting him off. He groans into your skin, practically drooling for you. “Oh my God – you’re so wet.”

“It's what you do to me, ‘sol,” you laugh.

He thrusts his hips up to meet yours, and it’s your turn to stutter out a breath. His leaking head grazes your throbbing, neglected clit and you don’t have it in you to tell him to keep still. You let him fuck against you for a few seconds longer, selfishly relishing in the momentary fractions of relief, but enough is enough when you need him inside you so badly it stings and you lift yourself away from him, much to Vernon’s dismay.

“You’ll last until I tell you that you can come,” you instruct him. “Do you understand?” 

He swallows thickly and slides his hands down your back, pressing his fingertips into your ass, but he does nod his assent anyway. 

“I’ll try,” he says, slowing his breathing, preparing himself. The poor sweetheart always nearly comes apart the second he feels your walls hugging him.

“You’ll succeed.”

You don’t give him the time to respond as you take his length in your hand and position it at your entrance, slowly sinking down onto his cock, your cunt stretching to accommodate his size. it punches the air out of both of your lungs after the build-up; his sensitivity and you finally now feeling that delicious fullness renders both of you completely silent. You lower yourself until he’s fully tucked away inside you, until you’re sitting atop of his thighs, and suddenly you’re the impatient one. You want to feel him drag against your walls, want to feel him pounding up into you so hard it rearranges your guts. But you’re not that mean. You wait a few seconds for his abs to relax and for his fingers to stop grasping your ass so ruthlessly before your thighs start to work you up and down in deep, long movements.

Truthfully, you’re really not expecting this to last very long at all, so Vernon surprises you when he holds himself together beneath you long enough for the knot to start tying itself low in your stomach. He doesn’t thrust up into you, nor does he bounce you up and down on his length the way he sometimes does. It’s self preservation, really, but you can convince yourself he’s just being on his best behaviour if you want to (but it’s kind of hard to care too much when his gorgeous cock is pressing so deeply into you that you can feel it in your stomach).

“You feel so good, Sollie,” you gasp for him, changing the angle of your hips and feeling his tip graze across the spot that sends your hips into disrepair and your brain into a frenzy. If you weren’t kneeling, you think you’d collapse. “You fill me up so well, oh my God.”

“Mhm,” he nods, squeaky and quiet. His fingers grip your hips tighter, the sharp lines of nails pressing in. You don’t care that it stings: you��re beyond playing, now.

“You wanna come so bad right now, don’t you?” you ask. 

“On-only when-...” he swallows hard, feeling you bouncing a little faster. His chest is all pink and splotchy, his neck sweaty and tense. “When you say I can-...”

“I think you’ve earned-... earned it, don’t you?”

“You think so?” He asks. You nod, forgetting for a second in your bliss that he can’t hear you until he asks again. “You really think I have?”

“Yes, baby,” you tell him, squeezing your walls around him and feeling his hips make that first frantic jolt up to meet your own. You hold yourself still, dragging your nails down his chest, leaving harsh lines in their wake. “Want you to come for me. Want you to fuck me full.”

“Shit,” he whimpers, fucking up into you again. And again, and again, and again. Over and over, faster and faster, holding you harshly in place as he chases after the release you’ve been dangling in front of his covered eyes since he came home from work. Hell, since you mentioned blindfolding him in the bedroom in the first place all those weeks ago. He can’t control himself, head back against the pillows, moaning your name out loud as his orgasm hits him like a fucking train.

You aren’t far behind: by the time his thrusts slow, you’re coming down from your own Earth-shattering high, thighs burning but feeling so deliciously full. He continues pressing into you, trying his best to keep fucking his cum into your hole even though it dribbles out and pools at the base of his cock. You’re bent down over him by the time you’ve ridden out your climax, forehead on his collarbone, feeling him soften inside you but still not pulling himself out.

“You did so good, ‘Sol,” you breathe, easing your fingers behind his head and untying the knot that keeps you from looking into those gorgeous eyes you love so much. He lets you, this time, and the silk falls away onto the pillows as he blinks up at you. His lashes are a little dewy, his eyes glassy and sweet in his post-orgasm bliss. 

He looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, except that can’t be. All of them are right here in front of you.

“That was amazing,” he murmurs, hugging you close. “Thank you, y/n.”

You can’t help but chuckle at him. “Thank you for trusting me, silly.” 

“Always will,” he hums, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “With my life.”

“Well. Thank you for that, too.”

He slowly pulls himself out of you after a handful of minutes, grunting softly at the loss of your heat and his sensitivity. One of his hands lightly taps against your ass and you start to sit, begin moving off him so you can both go and clean off, but he doesn’t let you get too far.

“Where are you going?” he asks, frowning, his hand gripping your ass harder. 

“Well, seeing as I’m literally dripping cum all over the bedsheets right now-...” you start, raising a brow at him. He tugs you, then, as if to pull your hips up towards him, as if to guide you up the bed. You shuffle slightly, unsure, but when he can reach, both his hands wrap around you and he pulls you up so your leaking cunt is sat right over his waiting lips.

Okay. Maybe now he’s looking at you like you hung all the stars.

“You really are, aren’t you?” he asks, nosing your inner thigh, one hand sliding in-between your legs. An elegant finger plays with his cum, smearing it over your lips, a grin forming on his own when his eyes leave your pussy and lift back up to meet yours. “I’ll be good, baby, I promise. Please. Let me help.”

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[cheolhub]

on my knees thinkin about pegging vernon & it’s all your fault :)))) he’d be so good & so pretty & i’m losing my mind

he would be pretty wouldnt he? :( he’d given you wide eyes when you’d brought it up. when you told him you wanted to try it, he nodded in agreement because “anything for you.”

and he’s such a good boy, god, he’s so fucking good. when you’re pushing a toy into him, and he puts his hand over his mouth to muffle the embarrassing moans, your hands stops, the toy stilling inside of him. you can’t have that, not when he always sounds like the cutest thing on earth.

and when you’re softly saying, “lemme hear you, ‘sol.” he doesn’t even give it a second thought, moaning out a shy ‘sorry’ and letting it fall back to fist at the sheets.

it doesn’t take long for him to break. especially not when you’re being so sweet and telling him what a good boy he is and how gorgeous he looks squirming under you— whining under you.

with one hand on the toy and the other wrapped around his aching cock, he’s just a mess. in tears with a dark blush painting his cheeks, it’s so pretty. everything about him is so so pretty, it’s really not fair.

“does it feel good, vernon?” you whisper, both your hands moving faster and faster. he chokes over his words and moans, nodding his head vigorously. you shake your head, gently demanding, “tell me how good it feels, baby.”

“s-so good, ‘s so so good,” he slurs, struggling to get the words out.

you smile, biting your lip for a split second as you feel a gush of arousal soak up your panties. your words come out airy, feeling your throat dry up, “yeah? are you gonna cum for me, pretty boy?”

his back arches slightly and he gasps at the idea, “can i? can i?”

you coo, stroking him harder, pushing the toy in deeper. “‘course you can, ‘sollie, you’re a good boy aren’t you?”

“y-yes, i am, yes, thank you— fuck, th-thank you!” he nearly cries, hips bucking into your hand eagerly till his release spurts up. his seed paints his abdomen and your hand and the bed, creating an even bigger mess that you couldn’t even be bothered about.

“good job, baby, you did so well,” you whisper, pulling the toy out of him and bring your cum coated hand to your mouth to taste him.

he’s panting, hand coming to rest on his forehead where his hair lays matted against the sweaty skin… and then it dawns on him.

“w-what about you?”

you furrow you eyebrows and pull your fingers out of your mouth. “hm? what about me, sweet boy?”

“you didn’t get to feel good, too.” he says, a frown etching into his cute lips. “can i… can i make you feel good, too?”

you smile, “how?”

vernon shyly comes up to kiss you, moaning at the tasted of himself on your lips before maneuvering you, putting you in the position he was in a few seconds prior. he spreads your legs before giving you a look that screams ‘can i please eat you out?’

“you wanna? are you sure?” you ask, bottom lip finding its way back between your teeth.

he nods, “please?”

you nod, whispering, “okay, baby, whatever you want.”

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[whentherewerebicycles]

no one asked for this but it’s fun making lists so here are the newborn things I actually needed or used frequently:

one place to put him down in every room when I need my hands free (for me, it’s a snuggleme lounger, a quilt on a table or rug, and a baby bouncer)

at least one baby wrap or soft carrier, but you’ll probably have to cycle through lots of different ones before you find one that fits. I tried solly, ergobaby, baby bjorn, infantino, and the beco 8. I loved infantino for the newborn stage (super easy to get in and out of) but switched to the beco when he got heavier and adore it.

carseat + a super lightweight foldable stroller caddy you can click the carseat in and out of (this makes quick trips to the store soooo much easier than hauling the big stroller out)

heavy duty stroller if you go on a lot of long walks (I got a bob stroller secondhand and love it sooooooo much but wouldn’t want to cart it around for errands)

upstairs place for him to sleep (crib) and downstairs place for him to sleep when his sitter is here (bassinet, but could also be a pack n play) + sheets

changing pad (I had the peanut changer pad but my mom claimed he didn’t like it so we switched to a traditional one with washable cloth covers. both were fine)

bottles & nipples

cloth diapers to use as burp cloths

4-5 lightweight swaddling blankets

a mix of short sleeve onesies & zippered footie pajamas

2-3 swaddles in a brand you like (we tried about fifty different kinds and settled on the swaddleme ones… I think any of the others would’ve worked too I just hadn’t learned the houdini/batwing swaddle trick to prevent him from escaping)

baby monitor (get a cheap security camera type and avoid the baby gear price markup)

more diapers and wipes than seem humanly possible for one baby to use (then triple it)

mini fridge to store overnight bottles in the nursery if you live in a two-story place or the kitchen is far away

car window shade decal thing to keep the sun off them in the car

laundry hamper for the nursery

diaper pail (honestly a trash can would work fine too but I do like our dekor pail)

baby bathtub

a foldable changing pad for on the go is nice, but honestly I’ve changed him on a blanket many times and it’s no big deal

things that seemed necessary but weren’t, at least for me:

bottle sterilizer

baby swing

rocking chair (he enjoys it but doesn’t seem to need it and prefers to be lightly bounced a little when he’s upset)

diaper bag/backpack (I just use my purse)

Idk I feel like my mom bought him a ton of swings, play gyms, interactive toys, etc that I assume he’ll probably be interested in later? but this kid is pretty content to just kick & look at stuff and also I’m trying to encourage a low-toy lifestyle lol

[madammeminnie]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: SollyBaby Wrap in Iconic Pink.

[missxtine]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Solly Baby wrap.

[fosterem]

Do you have a carrier for the baby to sleep in? Maybe it would help with keeping your hands free during the day. Also, if you're worried about sleep safety, a co-sleeper might be a good compromise! It's super normal for all babies to need close physical contact in order to feel safe and go to sleep, but especially when they're in a new environment with new people like she is. I guess babys don't really have a lot coherent thoughts about their situations yet, but they sure have their primal instinct and that's probably somewhat shaken by the big changes in her life right now? If she wants to be held by you, it's probably because right now you're a safe person in a lot of confusing and thus possibly unsafe circumstances to her. I wouldn't worry about spoiling her or teaching her bad habits or anything like that at this moment, just keep being that safe person for her. She needs it and you're doing great. <3

I ordered a solly wrap the other day. I don’t mind holding her during the day, it’s at night that’s the problem. Safe sleep is what is most important to me at this point. I do have a snuggle me organic, which I’ve been trying (although you aren’t supposed to allow baby to sleep in it, without supervision). I also swaddle her at night.

She literally will only sleep with me holding her, and that’s super unsafe!

[maeelizabethg]

NEWBORN MUST HAVES (FIRST 4 WEEKS)

I’m back again with a complete list of items we used in Quinns first month of life! Every parent is different, and every baby is different but these are the items we have used in her first four weeks. If something is straight forward I’ll just link the item, but if we use an item for a specific reason I’ll list why so you can see if that scenario seems right for you as well.

NIGHTIME

Arms up Swaddle : We switched to this one on night two at home because she could roll on her side and it scared the heck out of me! She was born with a large head (don’t worry she is back down to 52 percentile - haha) and the arms up swaddle keeps her head from rocking her to the side.

Halo Bassinet with this mattress cover (x2) and the SOFTEST sheets : She sleeps in her bassinet exclusively at night and I LOVE it. It swivels 360 degrees, has mesh sides incase she were to ever get pressed up against the sides she could still breathe, the side comes down to place her in, and the adjustable height allows you to have baby right next to you in bed.

Hatch Sound Machine : I know this seems like an expensive purchase but I love it so much. You can make multiple custom settings so all you have to do is tap the top. For example, I have three settings set up for nighttime feeding - sound + brighter light, sound + dimmer light + and sound with no light. You can also use it when they are older and make a setting for colorful lights to come on and off to tell them when it’s time to get up.

Owlet Sock : Lots of controversy around this item but we are big fans.

Zipper PJs : Double zip PJs or magnetic Pjs all of the way!

Travel baby monitor : I use this baby monitor when she naps in her bassinet during the day and will take it when we start traveling. No wifi needed!

Books : I highly recommend asking your baby shower host to do “books instead of cards” because we have a great library of books now and reading to her at night is our favorite time of day! I also got a library card and have stocked up on more books to read to her because that’s how much we love it.

Crib / mattress / sheets: she has technically taken one nap in her crib so I’m listing that, the mattress, waterproof cover, sheet, and monitor (I don’t love the monitor to be honest).

BATHTIME

Bathtub

Water Thermometer : This gives me peace of mind knowing the water is the right temp. We use it every time.

Shampoo : Your choice on what you use, but this is what we currently have.

Swaddle Blanket : We use a swaddle blanket in her bath and she loves it. She screamed before we started doing this. This is my favorite swaddle brand here but any swaddle blanket will do!

Rinse cup

Spout Cover

Kneeler and Elbow Rest

Toy Bin for bath toys that drains the water out.

Bathtoys

COMFORT/PLAY

Solly Wrap : These wraps take some learning to use, but I love them because it keeps baby warm and snuggled up against you like they were in the womb. Perfect especially when they are super new.

Ergo Carrier : We only started using this now because she is getting used to life outside of the womb and is more aware.

Boppy with Covers : We use the Boppy, the waterproof cover, and the regular cover for feeding and to prop her up for tummy time.

Bouncer : Hands down my most used item!! It’s incredibly compact, can be folded flat, and she loves it!

Swing : Not her or my favorite item (because it’s massive), but we occasionally get her to use it.

Lovevery playgym : (shop here or on Amazon) This gets used EVERY day - we love it so much I have this extra sensory strand to go with it! I know it’s pricey but it comes with mirrors, black and white cards, tons of sensory items and can be turned into a tent.

Oball Rattle

Safari Block from WeeGallery

Mombella Mushroom

Musical Star Toy

Crinkle Book for entertainment out and about

DIAPERING

Diaper rash cream : We tried several but are liking this one the best so far.

2 sizes of diapers : Find what diapers work best for you but hold off on opening your newborn ones until you know for sure your baby can fit in them. Quinn was 9lbs+ so she used newborn diapers for a veryyyy short amount of time. You can exchange any unused diapers at Target.

Diaper Cream Spatula : We keep the large one at her changing table in her nursery and the smaller one in the changing basket in our room. I’m about to buy another small on for my diaper bag.

Ava + Oliver Changing Mats : We love these vegan leather changing mats! So easy to wipe clean. We have three of them!

Wipes : So far Water Wipes and Sensitive Wipes are our favorites.

Ubbi Diaper Pail - We have no issues with smell and you don’t need special bags.

Wipe Dispenser from Ubbi

Plum and Sparrow Changing Basket : This is the one in her room.

Diaper Caddy : We keep this in our room for middle of the night feeds and change her on our bed. During the day we change her in her room at the changing table. It holds our diapers, diaper cream, diaper cream spatula, changing mat, and wipes.

TRAVEL

Carseat : At the time of writing this our carseat is the lightest on the market. Love it!

Everyday Stroller : I LOVE our Nuna stroller. It folds up with one hand.

Jogging Stroller : We use this jogging stroller with the Nuna carseat adaptor.

Car Camera

Car Seat Protector

Freshly Picked Diaper Bags : This is my everyday bag and I just got this one to use if I need something that looks more like a purse. Both are vegan leather!

Stroller Bag - it’s washable!

Travel Sound Machine - used this in the hospital, in her room, and I take it with us.

Travel Wipes Case that I keep in my diaper bag

MISC

Nail Trimmer : Using clippers is scary so I recommend this nail trimmer 100%!

Neeva Sanitizer : You definitely don’t need a sterilizer this big, but I do use it often and like it.

Newborn Milestone Discs : I use these for cute photos.

Burp cloths : I have several but these are my favorite so far.

Booties : I use these booties from Amazon and these booties from Goumi (code MAE for 15% off) way more than socks.

Hats : babies need to stay warm and I used these hats - here, here and here.

Thermometer : this one and this rectal one.

Fan : We used this fan when it was still warm outside. Mostly for me, haha, but I plan to attach it to her stroller when it gets hot again.

CLOTHING

I like to dress up Quinn! Click here for my Amazon clothing finds, Goumi Kids (code MAE for 15% off), and my LTK.

FEEDING

See this blog post for a complete list of my breastfeeding items!

MAMA RECOVERY ITEMS

See this blog post for a complete list of my c-section recovery items!

[blushnote]

could u please do a sub vernon imagine where he asks to have his hands tied w silk to the headboard n u won’t stop edging him n hes just a whining whimpering mess begging to cum to the point where he’s calling you things like miss and mommy even though u didn’t ask him to

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↳ sub!hansol smut

a/n: thank you so much for your patience, anon! i really hope you enjoy it, and again, sorry for such a long wait ;w;

you couldn’t deny your surprise when hansol had interrupted your late night make-out on the couch, the skin of your lips tingling, bruised, as he made an interesting suggestion:

“i want you to tie my hands.”

he practically whispered it so that you wouldn’t hear the nerves in his throaty voice. you sat back, your thighs squeezing on each side of the boy’s waist, realizing that hansol was one-hundred percent serious and this fantasy was something he’d been ruminating over for a while. there had never exactly been much of a dominant-submissive dynamic in your relationship – the sex was just sex, and it was perfect. you seldom imagined hansol wanting to be dominated or tied down.

but that took a turn very quickly. the next evening (after purchasing some long, baby pink ropes of silk from the store) the boy’s wrists were woven above his head and fastened to the bedrail. as you stared down at him, examining his toned, pale chest, the veins subtly straining from his forearms while he experimentally tugged against the silk, you felt this overwhelming urge to ruin him.

in the best way possible of course.

you rose to your knees while he blinked up at you glassily. undoing the knot of your satin robe, the material slid off your shoulders, revealing to him the garnet, lace lingerie hugging your body and accentuating your shape in all the right places. considering that his hands would already be groping every inch of you, it was amusing to see the boy fumble and squirm.

after tossing away the robe, his eyes probed over your breasts and thighs, until you etched lower down hansol’s body and you were looking at his growing, flushed cock that twitched against his abdomen. he sucked in a sharp breath as your fingertips pulled in a featherlight touch along its side.

“are you going to be a good boy tonight, sollie?” you purred, your fingers ghosting back down.

“mmhm.” he mumbled, his eyes shining behind his black bangs.

shaking your head, you gave him a disapproving glance. “use your words, sweetheart. if you can’t answer properly then maybe i shouldn’t touch you at all.”

“n-no!” hansol yelped, lifting his head from the cushion. “i’ll be such a good boy, i promise.”

those words crackled straight to your heat. you adored his groans, always so deep and gritty, but when his voice trembled and turned into a desperate plead for the first time, you swore your heartbeat faltered. because he obeyed your order, you rewarded him, properly wrapping your soft hand around the boy’s cock, your thumb rubbing against his slit to make his fingers curl at the headboard. you then reached for the bottle of oil at the end of the bed, and hansol’s eyes shone.

he watched in quiet agony as you poured some onto your palm. the second your hand returned to his cock, hansol pressed his cheek into the pillow and whined through his teeth, his hips bucking upward as you stroked him slowly. the added slick to the oil was a magnificent sensation.

“does this feel nice, baby? hm? you like when i play with your pretty cock like this?” just to be a bit cruel, you started pumping him faster, occasionally rubbing your palm flat against his head.

it effectively stimulated him, for hansol’s chest arched from the sheets and he wrestled slightly against his silk ties. knowing how sensitive his head was, you held his length with your other hand and continued the rubbing motion of your palm. he was so sweet trying to hide his face.

“y-yeah, feels really g-good. please, more!” hansol whined into his pillow.

this level of responsiveness was something you had yet to see from him. he didn’t exactly speak much in bed, it was more heavy breaths, aggressive grunts, and the occasional curse hissed between his teeth. if you had of known that tying his hands and making him promise to be your good boy would reveal this whimpering, unbelievably sensitive side of him, then you might have proposed this idea yourself. however, you weren’t going to allow him to cum just yet.

instead, you completely removed your hands, leaving his cock to strain against his abdomen while small pearls of his cum dripped onto his skin. hansol mewled, his hips falling back to the mattress, cheeks rosy in his frustration and pleasure. you spent a minute massaging his thigh in order to appease the fact his orgasm had been unkindly forfeited.

“it won’t be as fun if i just let you cum, sollie.” you chuckled. “but if you keep behaving so well for me sweetheart, then i promise, i’ll make you feel good.”

at first, hansol didn’t respond, just bit his lip and shook the hair from his eyes. you leaned forward, taking his chin between your fingers where you forced him to look at you.

“and you are going to behave, aren’t you, baby boy?”

“yes,” he gulped, nodding his head, “i just want to make you happy.”

your heart warmed greatly, and you kissed the space between his brows. “i know you will, sollie.” you could tell he wanted to reach out in the moment, that he wanted to touch you more than anything, his wrists wriggling against the rose silk.

as you travelled back down the boy’s body, you made sure to suckle a few bruises against his chest and trace your fingertips over his nipples. the manner in which his breath hitched was immensely satisfying, especially when your tongue softly swirled over one of the pink buds, causing hansol’s cock to start repetitively twitching. by the time you were hovering at his length, you pumped him a bit until the light amount of oil had disappeared.

then, you pressed kisses up a prominent vein, hansol’s eyes watching your every movement until you reached his tip and drew a tentative, slow lick. his teeth dug into his lip and his head titled back, to which you could see his adam’s apple bobbing when you tongued against his leaking slit.

but he was allured to the scene unfolding between his thighs. he was watching you again, his jaw clenched as you began sinking down on his cock. your hand curled around the expanse that you couldn’t yet reach. hollowing your cheeks, you pulled upward, coating him in your saliva, a lewd sight that always rendered hansol unable to think. taking a steady breath through your nose and relaxing your throat, you sunk down once more.

you were able to move past your hand until nearly his whole cock was stuffed to the very back of your mouth. despite the accumulating drool and intense urge to cough back him out, you maintained the position and swallowed around him. hansol whimpered, his hips gently lifting in an attempt to fuck your throat, but a hand was pushing him down to the mattress. you started suckling, purring, pressing your tongue, searching for any type of vibration that would ensure his pleasure.

“ff-fuck,” he hissed, his head falling back against the pillow, “nngh—pl-please, please, please.”

hansol kept stammering the word like a broken record. one of his favourite weaknesses had always been deepthroating. it was something about how wet and warm the inside of your mouth was, how your tongue worked against him, the way you would moan with tears streaming down your cheeks just because you wanted to make him feel good. every time your air supply shortened, you would pull off his cock and take another breath, only to submerge a few seconds later.

you swallowed tightly around him again, and hansol couldn’t help himself. he planted his feet flat on the mattress and thrust up past your lips, so desperate to fuck your teary face and have his hot cum splatter your throat like ice cream. he was right on the edge, and you knew that. his cock was beginning to throb and his adamant, rough curses were a clear indicator. and yet, you didn’t allow him the satisfaction. as soon as you removed him from your mouth his hips withered on the bed.

“nn-no! was so fucking close!” he wailed, his cock bobbing against his stomach. “please mommy, i just want to cum!”

immediately, you froze. what did he say? did he actually call you that? the butterflies erupted in your lower tummy. hansol didn’t even seem to take note, too overwhelmed by his lost orgasm.

swallowing tautly, you drew circles to the boy’s thigh. “n-not yet, sweetheart.”

“but it hurts, miss,” hansol sniffled, his cheeks glossy, “it hurts so fucking bad.”

dragging your fingertips gently over his cock, you smiled, heat crawling up your face. nothing had ever sounded so attractive. you couldn’t deny how much you loved it. “does it now, sweetheart?”

“y-yes…” his hands withered against the headboard in complete desperation, though he seemed to realize he’d need to relax if he wanted more stimulation. “m’sorry… i just—”

“i know, baby,” you cooed sympathetically, “i know your pretty cock is aching and that you just want to cum.” you entertained his fantasy.  “mommy is going to let you, alright? you have to be patient.”

hansol nodded. he really was trying his best to behave.

“i do think you deserve a reward.” you acknowledged, to which the boy’s face immediately perked.

standing on your knees, you straddled the boy’s lap and slid a hand over your stomach, until it cupped in between your thighs and you felt the heavy wetness that soaked through the lace. one hand pulled the material aside while the other streaked fingers between the folds and massaged your clit.

a low whine reverberated in hansol’s throat; his eyes completely blackened by lust as you touched yourself right before him. it was taking everything inside him to not rip from his silk bindings and pull you straight over his face, to bruise your hips as he pressed your pussy onto his tongue. he had a slight obsession with eating you out. when you plunged your fingers deep into your heat, your legs started trembling. hansol whimpered again. he hated that he wasn’t the one to make you shudder.

“does my good boy want to have a taste?” you hummed, pulling out your sopping, sticky fingers.

“yes, yes please,” hansol quickly spieled, “please, let me taste you, mommy. i’ll do anything.”

“open your mouth, baby.” you instructed.

exactly as he was told, hansol parted his lips and welcomed your digits into his mouth, where his tongue quickly lapped at your slick. he suckled intensely, his eyes fluttering shut as though it would permanently fuse your sweetness to his memory. the drool started gleaming around his lips as he hummed, so much calmer now that he had something in his mouth. you brushed the damp, black strands from his lashes, praising him for how well he’d cleaned your fingers.

“such a good baby boy,” you told him, cupping his cheek, “you’d do anything for mommy’s cum, wouldn’t you?”

hansol licked his lips, nodding immediately. “i only want to make you feel good, miss.”

“i want to make you feel good too, sollie.” you purred.

smirking, you held onto the boy’s neglected cock and positioned yourself above him. hansol’s chest was heaving as you pulled your underwear aside in order to drag the head of his length along your soft, wet flesh. he gritted his teeth, curled his fingers, felt the loud, broken moan rupture from his throat as you finally guided him into your opening. then, you were sinking down, your thighs shaking upon the magnitude of the stretch and how pleasurable the sting was.

you knew that he wouldn’t last long with you bouncing on his lap. at even the slightest swivel of your hips, hansol choked out a gasp and his arms were squirming. deep inside your heat, he was throbbing more than he ever had, and when you clenched around him experimentally, he started to sob.

“mommy, please! i’ve been s-such a good boy! please just let me cum, i-i can’t take it anymore.”

splaying your hands next to his hand, you rolled your hips, adoring how his face contorted.

“do you think you deserve it, baby?” you asked, though hansol only tried bucking into you.

suddenly, you began lifting yourself from his cock, and the boy burst, hot tears glimmering down his cheeks, rosy and wet, the black hair catching in his eyes, his whimpers full of lust, desperation.

“pl-please don’t! i’ll do whatever you want! i’ll beg for you mommy!”

kissing his forehead, you couldn’t help your fondness, “do you really want to cum that bad, sweetheart? do you want to be my good boy and cum inside of mommy?”

“yes!” hansol beamed, his hands straining against the pink ribbons, his gritty voice bubbling with excitement, “yes mommy, please! can i please cum inside you? i promise it’ll feel so good! i’ll make you feel so full mommy, i swear!” he pleaded unabashedly, his eyes bright.

there was no possible way you could continue denying his pleasure at that point. just as you anticipated, it didn’t take much for hansol to reach his orgasm. while you leaned over him, bouncing and swiveling in his lap, watching his eyes flutter shut when the euphoria became too overwhelming, he reached his climax. with a loud groan that cracked from his throat, hansol released deep inside you, his cock wildly throbbing, to which you could feel every pulse of his cum that filled your heat.

you were both breathing heavily in the afterglow, a thin sheen coating hansol’s body as he slowly began to soften inside you. his wrists had gone limp against the headboard, imprints of the silk ribbon carving red upon his milk skin. carefully, you untied him, and his hands immediately fell onto your thighs. he smiled at you in a complete haze while you removed the damp hairs from his eyes.

“since when did you have a mommy kink?” you chuckled quietly.

the boy’s face tinted pink, and he quickly covered his expression with his wrist. “i-i dunno,” he stumbled, slowly pulling his hand down his face, “it just… kinda happened one time when i was masturbating. and i couldn’t stop thinking about calling you that.”

“don’t worry, sollie,” you reassured him, patting his warm cheek, “i like it too.”

[lu-undy]

Idea: after a very long night of parenting poor engie is trying round up the other mercs (who are well.. to say drunk is an understatement-) and goes sniper (who like engine absolutely refused to try demo’s “mystery rum”) for help but there’s a problem while snipes would love to help a VERY drunken spy had latched onto him and refuses to move and he’s like “I don’t care if medics on the roof ready to throw solider this is my baby.. he’s.. mine.. all mine.. NOW SHOO-“

That was one awesome idea! Thank you so much for giving it to me!! Here it is, I loved writing it so I hope you’ll enjoy reading as much :)

The music was playing loudly that night as the mercenaries celebrated their victories of the week. But that weekend was to be longer than usual as the Administrator had called to say that it would last three days. The mercenaries, instead of their usual drink around a table, decided to throw a party. 

Thus, the music was booming through the speakers as Scout blasted the latest hits. The bass made their chests tremble as they danced and walked close to the speakers. 

"Sniper?" Engie shouted, his hands left and right from his mouth. He was looking for him.

Most of the mercenaries were way past tipsy at the exception of Engie who had refused to try Demo's 'special occasions whiskey' and Heavy who could withstand any quantity of ethanol as if it was mineral water. 

Engineer was trying to contain the relative chaos that the party had turned into, and like a single father to most of his colleagues, he felt a little bit overwhelmed. As a result, he was looking for Sniper that he had seen refused Demo's whiskey. The Aussie had received a shipment of Australian beers and wanted to enjoy them and nothing else.

The poor Texan had gone out of the base a few moments ago, looking for Medic and Soldier and had found them on the rooftop, one about to push the other in the snow 'and see how many of his bones would break when he fell in the snow'... 

Of course, Engineer would need some backup to make his drunk friends realise the foolishness of their idea, and that's why he was looking for Sniper.

Meanwhile, in the Aussie's campervan, the atmosphere was very different. Sniper had been joined by the most drunk secret agent he had ever seen. 

"Another cigarette?" Spy offered. 

"If it's free…"

"You are lucky I am this drunk or it would cost you a lot more." 

They were both sitting, side by side, on Sniper's worn out small couch. They chuckled and lit their cigarettes in the van that they had decided against lighting up. There was something cozy about the relative darkness. Spy undid his tie and opened the first two buttons of his shirt. 

"Ooh, the tie's out now, eh? You must feel naked or something." 

"Pff…" Spy giggled. "Almost so, oui. I hope this nakedness does not put you into any discomfort, hm?" He raised a smug eyebrow. 

"Oh, nah… I've seen other necks in my life, eh." Sniper joked.

They shared a chuckle but Spy noticed that Sniper's eyes stayed on his neck for a while. 

"I don't doubt it, and yet you stare."

"It's cause of your scar, there, sorry." Sniper averted his gaze. 

"Ah, oui. There used to be a time when I had more hickies and lipstick marks than scars on my skin. But this time is long gone."

"Really?" 

"Are you doubting that it was the case or that it ceased?" 

"Nah, that it stopped. You're a nice bloke. I'm sure sheilas fall at your feet like there's no tomorrow."

"Oui, it is true that I cannot complain in that regard. Although I must correct what you said."

"Oh?"

"Not only women seem to do that, I have my successes regardless of people's sex." Spy said with a smirk before taking another sip. 

"Always humble, aren't we?" Sniper answered. 

"Non, but always honest." 

"That's rich comin' from you, Spook!"

Spy laughed. 

"What d'you think about the beer?" Sniper asked.

"Almost unbearably fruity. I didn't know you were one to like it that way, Bushman."

"Oh, I usually don't." They took a sip. "It's just that one brand from home."

"From Australia?" Spy asked. 

"Yeah. Received them a few days ago, now." 

Spy looked at the bottle and Sniper chuckled as he saw him squint and stare, struggling to decipher the inscriptions. The Aussie turned a night lamp on. 

"Here, maybe you'll read it better." 

"I quite like the darkness. However, if the letters could stop dancing and wiggling around, that would help!" Spy complained and Sniper understood that he was just too drunk to be able to read. 

"I'll read it for ya." 

"Thank you." 

"It says that it's been produced in - oh?"

A knock interrupted Sniper's sentence. 

"Ooh, you were waiting for some late night company?" Spy mocked. 

"Nah." Sniper smiled.

"You sure?" Spy raised an eyebrow. "I can leave if needs be."

"Spook, quit it…" Sniper rolled his eyes and went to the door, seeing Spy's smug smile from the corner of his eye.

He opened the door. 

"Oh, hey Engie."

"Sniper, uh, could you spare a minute to help me out?"

"What's wrong?" 

"Solly and Sawbones are on the rooftop and Medic wants to push him off."

"What?!" Sniper's eyes snapped wide under the surprise. 

"He's dead drunk and thinks it's the right moment to try new experiments…" 

"Bloody hell…"

"Can you come and help me convince them down?"

"Uh-"

Before Sniper could answer, he felt two hands lace around him from his side and soon, Spy appeared next to him. 

"I am sorry, Labourer, but you have knocked on the wrong door. The Bushman is already in company."

"Spook, he's not askin' to spend the night here, it's just that-"

"Then why is he still here? Shoo…!" Spy accompanied the words with a gesture and Sniper rolled his eyes. 

"Spook, please, we really need to get them out of the rooftop before they -"

"God bless Americaaaa!" A shout from the very recognisable Soldier echoed in the snowy desert before there was a thud that they couldn't hear from that distance. 

"Well, it seems it is too late, Engineer. Now, if you don't mind, some of us were spending a delicious night here…" Spy added. 

"Look Sniper, now I'd really need someone to help me get him to the medicbay, no doubt that Solly did break a few bones." Engineer put his hand on Sniper's forearm to grab him but received a slap from the Frenchman on his hand. 

"Non!" He protested and Sniper smiled. "This Bushman is mine for the night. Goodnight." 

Sniper shrugged with a smile and Engie finally rolled his eyes with a smile. 

"Alrighty then, guess I gotta find Heavy…" 

Spy nodded and shut the door himself, still clinging to Sniper's side. 

"Can I at least go back on the couch?" The Aussie smiled. 

"Only if I can sit with you." Spy answered. 

"Right, let's go, Spook." 

Sniper walked more awkwardly than ever before with Spy clinging on his side. 

"Gosh, Spook, you're so clingy when you're drunk…" He sat down and Spy took the liberty of sitting on his lap and laying his head on Sniper's shoulder. 

"Is it a bad thing?" 

"I-I mean… You're drunk…"

"Oh, oui, way too drunk. It is more than likely that tomorrow I will forget that any of this happened at all." Spy answered, snuggling against Sniper.

"M-mate, look, uh…" Sniper looked down and saw that Spy's eyes were shut. "Ugh, of bloody course you're gonna fall asleep on me…" 

He sighed and silence fell. Sniper felt Spy's ribcage inflate and deflate regularly against his own. He instinctively wrapped his arms around him but then realised that he shouldn't. Spy was drunk, and as such, he was not thinking straight. Sniper however was sober, a bit happy from the beers, but he was very much the master of his acts and words. He shouldn't take advantage of his friend and so he decided against doing anything. He just leaned back slowly, Spy's head and body never disconnecting from his, and looked through the thin window. 

The bass from the speakers were still booming from the base and Sniper could hear them very clearly. For a second he thought back about Engie and hoped he managed to find Heavy and that everything had solved itself. But then, Sniper pondered. What would have been his answer if Spy hadn't said no to Engie? 

Sniper's eyes went down to Spy's silhouette. 

Of course he would have preferred to stay with Spy. And the way he had clung to him… He still was technically! And of all the places Spy had chosen to fall asleep and defenseless, Sniper's shoulder had seemed best for him. 

How on Earth could that be? Spy was distrustful. He never would give his trust to anyone and yet there he was, sleeping on Sniper's chest. Did that mean that he…?

"Spook… Uhm… I know you're asleep and, well, more drunk than I've ever seen you be before. But uh… Just so you know, even if you won't cause you've fallen asleep on me… anyway, I'm getting lost. Point is, I'd have tried to send Engie away to stay with you. I know it's bloody ridiculous. I don't know. I just like the night we're spending together. And uh, I guess I can say it now but if you weren't drunk, I'd have put my arms around you." Sniper chuckled. "It's almost hard resistin' it, eh. But you're drunk and maybe you wouldn't want it if you were sober. So I won't do anything. I'll just… I'll just enjoy being your pillow."

"And you are a comfortable one, Bushman." A voice with a French accent answered.

"Shit, I woke you up?" 

"I never was asleep." 

"What?" 

"I was just resting." 

"You never were sleepin'? So what were you doing? I thought you sort of passed out on my shoulder."

"I didn't."

"Spook, I'm so confused. What the hell were you doing?" 

"Cuddling? Hugging? Snuggling? Looking for physical comfort? You name it." Spy answered and Sniper blushed. 

"So you heard me?" 

"Oui, I did." 

"Ah… Right, well… Thank God you won't remember a thing tomorrow when you'll have sobered up, eh?"

"Ah oui, your reasoning would work if not for one thing."

"What?" Sniper asked.

"I am not drunk. Never have been. In fact, the last time that I was drunk to that extent was a long time ago now."

Sniper froze on his seat. 

"Wait… Why did you pretend then? And why tell that you were pretending?" 

Spy chuckled against Sniper's chest. 

"I pretended so that you would let me lie against you without you wondering too much about it. And I stopped to pretend because, very much to your honour, you don't want to hold me because you thought I was drunk."

Sniper frowned. 

"You're complicated, you know that?"

"Only as much as you make me." Spy answered. 

"But wait, if you lied about being drunk and all… What you said to Engie, was it true?"

Spy raised his head off Sniper's chest to look him in the eye. 

"Oui, it absolutely was. I find this night absolutely delicious in your company and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but against you. Besides, I really think what I said to Engineer."

Sniper gulped down audibly as he recalled Spy calling him his.

"The good news is that, because I am not even tipsy, you can hold me if you want." Spy added and Sniper's arms obeyed before his mind consciously made the decision. "Much better, merci." 

Spy snuggled against Sniper's chest. 

"I don't even know what I'm doing…" Sniper said.

"You are enjoying the moment." Spy answered. 

"N-no… I mean… I don't know what I'm thinkin', what's happening, what…?"

"Which is exactly why I pretended to be drunk. Were I sober, you would wonder too much and not just do what your heart tells you." Spy was lightly scratching Sniper's chest, on his heart and he felt it start racing. "Shhh… Relax. It is just you and me." 

"Yeah, well…" 

"Do I impress you that much?" Spy asked and Sniper's silence was an answer on its own. "Sniper…"

"I know. That's me… I'm like that. Sometimes I just… I just don't know what to say and I just stay silent... awkwardly."

Spy chuckled from the bottom of his throat. 

"Do not apologise. I think it is part of your charm." 

Their eyes met in the dimness of the van, under the light of the night lamp. 

"Really?" 

"Oui. But it does raise questions and doubt, your shyness." 

"What d'you mean?" 

"I never know if you're holding me because you really want to, or simply because I asked you to and you are too shy to refuse." Spy explained. 

"Nah, Spook." Sniper shook his head. "I'd never let a bloke sit on my lap like that if I… I mean, if I didn't agree to it."

"You mean if you didn't want it too?" 

Sniper shyly nodded, a bit embarrassed to admit such a truth. 

"I am delighted to hear that you want it too." Spy leaned again on Sniper's chest and lightly scratched it through his gloves. "You are warm and very comfortable. And that distinct scent…"

"I-I can change my cologne or something if you don't like it…" 

"Non, non, on the contrary. It smells of everything I abhor, it is cheap, so strong that it could bring tears to my eyes and yet!" Spy closed his eyes. "I couldn't possibly want to smell anything else, for I know that if I do smell it, it is because you are nearby." 

"Spook, just for a second, please be honest, ok?"

"I am."

"How can I be sure? You looked dead serious when you told me you were drunk, you even struggled to read the beer and stuff… I don't know!"

Spy raised his head. 

"Shall I show you?" He asked. 

"Show me what?" 

"That I am sincere." 

"Yeah, well, I don't know how you're gonna do it but yeah, go ahead." 

Spy removed his gloves and put his hands flat on Sniper's cheeks before putting his forehead against his. 

"Sniper… Please believe me." 

Sniper's jaw dropped as he saw him close his eyes and a second later, he felt something on his lips, something soft, something thin and warm and - oh - it became slick. 

Sniper rolled up his eyes before he closed them, his entire weight on the sofa and his whole attention on Spy's lips dancing with his own.

[madammeminnie]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: SollyBaby pink wrap.

[shitty-tf2-headcanons]

another update! sniper's a secret agent! also, spy and his new wife had twins, demo and judd got a dog, and sol's wife died from getting struck by lightning while taking a shower outside during a thunderstorm. now he's raising his step daughter by himself :(( I may have to move him back in with medic, heavy, and scout so he can have some help

NOOOOOO!!!! SOLLY NUUUU!!! SOLLY’S WIFE!!! THEY BOTH DESERVE BETTER!!!!

Why was she showering outside!? WHY WAS SHE SHOWERING OUTSIDE!!?? Goddammit why couldn’t the step son have died!? Why did she have to perish!!? I fucking hate everything ;_;

But like,,,grief stricken Solly trying to raise his baby girl. He keeps smiling at her even tho he wants to cry since she looks so much like her mom. Medic and Heavy have to hold him and comfort him while Scout plays her for a bit, just to give Solly some time to grieve 

How is Snipes gonna be a secret agent if he smell like piss all the time? He’s always leaving in the dead of night for work and Paisley stays up late, holding Emerson and praying that her husband will come back safe and sound. Snipes comes back later and wraps them both up in the biggest hug

Spy is just??? big confused?? He’s trying to take care of his twins but he just gets so flustered and confused. His spouse has to come in and take care of the twins for him. Late at night, Spy holds his babies in his arms and sings this a French lullaby as he rocks them to sleep 

I’m betting that Demo and Judd’s new dog is just Pyro in a dog costume but nobody never notices this. They both take Pyro their dog out to the park to play fetch and give them belly rubs. They even let their puppo hop up on the bed at night and lay at the end of the bed as they sleep

[abovethemists]

I know you are a mom of two small children so forgive me if this sounds like a stupid question, but I’m struggling with grocery shopping. How do mom’s grocery shop? The baby carrier takes up most of the cart and I’ve tried dragging a second cart behind me but it’s a nightmare!

Not a stupid question at all! It’s really hard before they’re old enough to sit in the basket. 

A baby carrier is your best friend for grocery shopping if you don’t have someone else to go with you and push a stroller/second basket. I strap my babies to my chest until they’re old enough to sit up in the basket (over 6 months). I have an ergobaby 360 like this one:

But there’s a million different brands and price points. And I know a lot of moms who swear by the Solly baby wraps:

An added benefit is that both of mine would fall asleep almost instantly when I was wearing them. 

[goodfoodgalore]

Meilleurs produits pour bébé de 2020

En ce qui concerne la préparation de votre nouveau-né, qu’il s’agisse de votre premier ou de votre troisième, il y a tellement d’équipements pour bébés à choisir. Et bien que chaque bébé et chaque famille soient différents, certains produits sont définitivement au top.

Comme ça? Nous avons demandé aux familles babylistes de nous parler de l'équipement dont elles ne peuvent se passer, et plus de 30 000 d'entre vous ont répondu. Nous avons trié toutes les réponses pour vous présenter cette liste des meilleurs favoris des parents babylistes.

Voici ce que les familles disent pour vous faciliter la vie. Peut-être qu'un (ou cinq!) Vous aidera, vous et les vôtres.

Pas seulement pour les soins infirmiers Coussin d'allaitement et positionneur Boppy Original - 39,99 $ Coussin d'allaitement et positionneur Boppy Original 39,99 $ Babyliste 39,99 $ Amazone 39,99 $ Cible 39,99 $ Depuis ses débuts en 1989, le Boppy est un incontournable pour de nombreux nouveaux parents. Cet oreiller d'allaitement aide à soutenir le bébé pour l'aider à se nourrir et à donner une pause à vos bras et à votre dos - mais il est également idéal pour aider avec le ventre, appuyer le bébé contre pour qu'il puisse voir ce qui se passe autour de lui et l'aider à apprendre s'asseoir. (Tout sous surveillance, bien sûr!)

Apaiser et guérir Pommade de guérison Aquaphor - 13,47 $ Pommade de guérison Aquaphor 13,47 $ Amazone 13,47 $ Pourquoi ne pouvez-vous pas utiliser Aquaphor? Cette pommade polyvalente aide à protéger la peau sensible de votre bébé contre l'érythème fessier (et aide à apaiser les fesses douloureuses en cas d'éruption cutanée), hydrate la peau gercée et les joues rouges, et guérit même les coupures et les éraflures mineures. C’est un véritable aliment de base pour les pépinières et les sacs à couches.

Bye Bye Boogers FridaBaby NoseFrida L'aspirateur nasal Snotsucker - 14,39 $ FridaBaby NoseFrida The Snotsucker Nasal Aspirator 14,39 $ Amazone 14,39 $ Walmart 14,39 $ Babyliste 15,99 $ Cible 15,99 $ La succion de la morve du nez de votre bébé est-elle grossière? Ouaip. Mais le soulagement que vous obtiendrez lorsque votre tout-petit tatillon pourra enfin respirer à nouveau en vaut-il la peine? Tu paries. Le NoseFrida est le snotsucker ultime et une alternative beaucoup plus efficace au bulbe nasal traditionnel. Et ne vous inquiétez pas, il y a un filtre hermétique pour vous assurer que vous n'aurez pas de bébé boogies dans la bouche. (Phew.)

Grandit avec votre famille Poussette UPPAbaby Vista V2 - 969,99 $ Poussette UPPAbaby Vista V2 969,99 $ Nordstrom 969,99 $ Il y a tellement de choses à aimer sur le Vista, un favori des parents (et des bébés) qui ne cesse de s'améliorer à chaque nouvelle édition. Cette belle poussette durable comprend un siège réversible pleine grandeur avec inclinaison complète, un énorme panier de rangement, un système de suspension moelleux, une maniabilité exceptionnelle et bien d'autres détails bien pensés. (Bonjour, magnifiques accents de guidon en cuir.) Le Vista est livré avec un berceau pour les nouveaux-nés et peut accueillir jusqu'à trois enfants avec l'ajout d'un siège grondant et d'une planche à rouler à mesure que votre famille s'agrandit.

Multitâche nocturne Hatch Rest Sound Machine, veilleuse et Time-to-Rise - 59,99 $ Hatch Rest Sound Machine, veilleuse et Time-to-Rise 59,99 $ Babyliste 59,99 $ Amazone 59,99 $ Walmart 59,99 $ Cible 59,99 $ Pottery Barn Kids 59,99 $ La machine à sons Hatch Rest peut sembler minime, mais c'est tout sauf. Cet article de chambre d'enfant intelligent est une veilleuse, une machine à son et une horloge pour se réveiller, le tout dans un (beau) paquet. Vous pouvez choisir parmi des paramètres d'éclairage et de son préprogrammés ou personnaliser les vôtres, tous contrôlables directement depuis votre téléphone. Et le Hatch fonctionne également comme un réveil pour tout-petit à mesure que votre bébé grandit.

Doux et confortable Solly Baby Babylist + Wrap de collaboration Solly Baby - 65,00 $ Solly Baby Babylist + Wrap de collaboration Solly Baby 65,00 $ Babyliste 65,00 $ Les porte-bébés mous sont une excellente option pour calmer un bébé difficile et le garder près de lui, en particulier pendant le quatrième trimestre, mais ils peuvent être déroutants à utiliser. Ce n'est pas le cas avec le Solly Baby Wrap. Ce porte-bébé léger et doux au beurre est facile à comprendre (nous le promettons!) Et soutient bébé tout en étant confortable pour vous. Il est disponible dans une coupe universelle pour tous les porteurs et cet imprimé à rayures noir et naturel classique est disponible exclusivement chez Babylist.

Aide à réduire les coliques Coffret cadeau bouteille nouveau-né Natural Flow Original de Dr. Brown - 23,99 $ Coffret cadeau bouteille naturelle nouveau-né Dr. Flow de Natural Flow 23,99 $ Babyliste 23,99 $ Amazone 24,98 $ Haricots magiques 24,99 $ Walmart 29,99 $ Le système de ventilation unique du Dr Brown’s distingue ces bouteilles des autres sur le marché. Les évents éliminent les bulles d'air pendant l'alimentation, réduisant la quantité d'air absorbée par votre bébé pendant qu'il mange et aidant potentiellement à prévenir les coliques, les crachats et les troubles généraux. Les bouteilles prennent un peu d'effort à nettoyer (il y a beaucoup de petites pièces, et il y a une brosse spéciale qui est incluse dans l'ensemble), mais beaucoup de parents ne semblent pas se soucier d'échanger un peu plus d'huile de coude pour plus de contenu bébé.

Brillamment simple Tire-lait Haakaa - 12,94 $ Tire-lait Haakaa 12,94 $ Amazone 12,94 $ Walmart 12,99 $ Un tire-lait manuel est une solution pratique pour allaiter ou pomper les parents qui est facile à ranger dans un sac à main ou un sac à couches. Le Haaka prend cette facilité à un nouveau niveau: il suffit de presser la pompe en silicone, à

[perennialphilosophy]

What We’re Not Taught About the Holocaust

The Holocaust is something that is taught in school from a very young age (or at least it was for me), but I still feel that it’s something that we don’t know enough about. History is perhaps the most important thing we can learn, not just to learn about what happened but from where we came, how we ought to behave and how we ought not to.

It is only now that I myself have started to teach history that I have come to realise how poor my education was. We know all about the cattle cars that take the people to the camps and sub-camps, what happens there - the labour, the starvation, the gassing and all other atrocities, but we know little about the day to day tragedies. It is very easy to think of the Holocaust as just one horrific event in itself, which sadly I made the mistake of doing. But I think we take away from it by not acknowledging the painful individual days that make up the Holocaust itself. I watched a documentary where Kitty Hart-Moxon, an Auschwitz survivor, revisits and talks through what a day in Auschwitz was like, which you can watch here.

‘The Germans were the most enlightened and educated people in all of Europe at that time. And yet, I saw with my own eyes Germans tossing babies in the air and shooting them. I couldn’t believe it, but I saw it. It did happen, and they were laughing as they were doing this.’                     Joseph K

We see photos and videos of the barracks that people were made to stay in, but I never questioned how many people a barrack could hold. The barracks were built to a size that could contain seventy-two horses, but there were over one thousand people to a barrack, with between six and eight to a bed. There are, of course, no bathrooms and a bucket was given to each barrack for all those sleeping in it to use. And by day, it was the job of a prisoner to empty the bucket.

Similarly, I was very much aware of the carts that took people to the camps and that the people in there were just pushed in with little breathing space, no food or water for days at a time. But it never occurred to me that there was no bathroom. It seems obvious now that I think about it properly but these small things like having a bathroom is something so easily overlooked. Once these things are realised, we can see quite how much they tried to dehumanise the prisoners.

In the documentary, Kitty recalls the different roles that she held at the different camps she was taken to - one of these was to go through the belongings of those brought into the camps, in which case she was the one chosen to collect men’s jackets. She was told to cut open the seams of the jackets to see what was found (money, gold, etc.) and to turn everything in. Kitty recalls how she and others found more money than they could do anything with, the money was meaningless and had no value for people that could not spend it, so they used it as toilet paper - which they got none of. They used money as toilet paper.

The Holocaust not only tore families, friends, loved ones, a people and nations apart, but tore people apart in themselves, which is a pain that I don’t think many have the misfortune of experiencing.  ‘This man came, this tall SS man, and he pointed with a finger. He put my brothers together, and my little kid brother there. And I told my little brother, I said to him, “Solly, geh tsu tate un mame. Go with my [mother and father]”. And like a little kid he followed. He did! Little did I know that, that I sent him to the crematorium. I am, I feel like, I killed him. My brother, who lives now in New York he used to live in South America, every time we see each other he talks about that. And he says, “No, I am responsible, because I said the same thing to you. And it had been bothering me too.” I’ve been thinking whether he has reached my mother and father. And when he did reach my mother and father, he probably told them, “Avramham hot gezogt ish zol geyn mit aykh [Abraham said I should go with you]”. I wonder what my mother and father were thinking, especially when they were all, they all went into the crematorium. I can’t get it out of my head. It hurts me, it bothers me, and I don’t know what to do.’                     Abraham P

From what I was taught and how I was taught, I assumed that it was when people arrived at the camps that they were divided into groups of those ‘worthy’ of life (who were fit and able to work) and those to be sent for death. But actually this was only the start. Regularly, the barracks were checked and those assigned to them would be tested physically through various activities, such as jumping over objects. Perhaps jumping over something does not sound too difficult, but after living on three hundred calories a day for months, I cannot even begin to imagine how much strength and energy you needed to jump. And if you could not, you were sent to be gassed. But gassing is not as I knew it either. It is not as simple as just sending people to the gas chambers, but even death was calculated. Often the prisoners were not even worthy of death. When these checks were done and people were sent to the gas chambers, the Nazis had to deem it worth the cost the gassing, the cost of the poison, the cost of the Nazi that would administer this etc. and by cost I do not mean monetary, but the effort required. So those sent would be left in a room for days or weeks at a time, while they found others to ‘make up the numbers’ and warrant it, and then they would be killed. Left without food or water for weeks, and their arms coming out of the windows begging for food, other prisoners would see them often starving to death but unable to help when they could not even feed themselves.

The Holocaust is a permanent stain in history, and one that we must learn from and never allow to repeat. We need it to be taught better and we need to learn more than what we do now. The extent to which people were dehumanised is something I struggle to wrap my head around. I was told by a friend a couple of weeks ago that it is common for homeless people to be urinated on as they slept, by others walking by (normally drunk) and I was shocked, appalled and disgusted that human beings could treat other human beings as objects unworthy of life, but learning the details of history and what happened on such a scale is terrifying.

I am so happy that I get to teach history and that I get to learn so much in doing so. The parents of the children I teach thank me often for teaching them well and they always comment on how the children’s grades have improved so quickly and how much they enjoy my lessons. I don’t think this has any bearing on my ability, but rather that I teach history as though we are learning about people and not events and that is how history, those who have suffered and those who continue to suffer should be remembered.

(This post is more a documentation of my realisation than to teach anything, so if there are things here that are obvious to you, please bear in mind that it is new to me. I have so much to say on the matter, which I have taught myself through reading and watching and listening and not enough space to say it all.)

[blessed-momma98-blog]

Let's talk baby wearing

So basically most babies don't want to be put down, they constantly want mom or dad to hold them, because it's a warm safe place for them.

But mommas got stuff she needs to get done.

That's where baby wearing comes into play. Now everyone knows about the typical structure carriers that most parents use, and every now and then you see a mom that used some sort of fabric to wrap their baby on to them, these are baby wraps, a really long piece of stretchy fabric used to carry their child.

Nobody really looks at them until usually their second or third child because of how intimidating they are. But actually they just might be THE BEST THING EVER. If you look into them more they can calm baby much quicker, help with gas, colic, fussing, and put baby right to sleep, but also it can be very beneficial for development, your child can see what's going on around you much better in a wrap than a normal ergo baby carrier or something along those lines. They see more colors, they are using their neck muscles more, they get a sense as to moving and doing stuff all day while having the comfort of being close to momma. And unlike the normal carriers you can use it from day one, as long as your baby is 8 pounds (under 8 consult a doctor) you can start using the wrap to get around the house, and everyone knows (if you've had a baby) that the worst thing is trying to get places and get yourself food while the baby is sleeping.

So worry no more mom! Wraps are here to save the day! You can watch a couple tutorials on YouTube or read the instructions, practice with a doll or without baby a few times and you'll have the hang of it in no time. The only complaint I have is I didn't find out about these sooner!

[adventuresasmrsfindley]

Mama and baby survived our first solo grocery trip! It was... interesting 😂 there was hardly any room in the cart because his car seat was in there but I made it work. Until I got to the checkout and was like shit... they’re going to bag this all up and then it’s not going to fit. So I just carried his car seat and one hand steered the cart to the car. People could 100% tell it was my first time lollll but whatevs. We needed food and hubs is at work. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Cannot wait for my Solly wrap to get here tomorrow so I can start practicing and next time I can just wear him!