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“𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑠“
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“𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔“
Hii!! I always see that you give Park Humin a breeding/pregnancy kink and I was wondering if you could make a fic exploring that with the reader getting pregnant and maybe a glimpse of their life together after the baby is born?? Tysm if you end up doing this 🥹🥹
baby fever | Park Humin x gn!reader
pairing: dad!park humin x parent!reader
wc: 1.4k genre: slice of life, fluff
warnings: mentions of pregnancy (not really much plot with it tho)
a/n: English isn't my first language but I didn't find any grammar mistakes soooo
@anon: first off, we as a society decided that Humin would have a breeding kink— I did not make that up plus I despise the pregnancy trope but this is lowkey cute so (also I didn’t name the baby cause that’s not my decision to make)
You knew that unprotected sex would eventually lead to pregnancy. You were aware that your mountain of a boyfriend did his best to keep you from using condoms because he loved the idea of you carrying his child.
Somehow, though, looking at the piece of plastic between your fingers, trailing that aggressively red mark that lined the display, you refused to comprehend.
“This is not real.”, you assured yourself, rereading the back of the packaging for what felt like the hundredth time.
Two lines means pregnant.
Yeah, there’s no way to misinterpret that. Somehow the tiles beneath your bare thighs grew colder, frowsy, making you shiver in more than just the morning cold. You had to tell someone.
Your parents wouldn’t make a big fuss about it, after all you were almost done with uni and Humin was doing good with his basketball scholarship as well, his grades rather second rank yet not too bad ever since you were assigned as his tutor.
And sometimes he went to help out his dad in the restaurant as well, making money on those days. It wasn’t too bad, right?
Now you just had to break the news to him.
The wind kept snapping strands of your hair into your face, the rough facade of the gym biting dents into your skin. Small annoyances like these would usually leave you unfazed but the anticipation curled into your stomach like a fist, leaving your blood boiling.
A loud thud of the door opening had captured your attention and like on autopilot you approached Humin, watching him balance his phone between his lips while he fumbled with the zipper of his gym bag.
Like the first time you had laid eyes on him in that library across campus, only one thought crossed your mind: what an idiot.
His eyes lit up when he saw you and even though you were barely a meter away, he waved.
You couldn’t approach this slowly, so bandaid confession it was.
“I’m pregnant.”, you cooed, voice barely louder than a whisper.
Baku drew his eyebrows together, unsure if he’d heard you right. The second the words seemed to seep through the wheels spinning in his head, his eyes widened.
“It took?”, he roared, catching his phone without looking down as he grinned from ear to ear.
You exhaled, swatting at his chest as the words settled in.
“Don’t joke.”, you pleaded, a tension you hadn’t noticed slowly slipping of your shoulders and allowing you to breathe again.
Humin draped one of his huge arms around your shoulders, expression faltering to something more serious.
“You wanna keep it?”
You shrugged, then feigned thinking about it like you hadn't weighed the pros and cons all morning and nodded. He kissed your temple.
“Then stop worrying. We’ll do just fine. I’ll make sure of it.”
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
The kid was growing heavy in your arms, the tiny hiccups of whining emitting from her not really helping either.
“Calm down.”, you tried to soothe her, rocking her back and forth like Humin would always do, but it was in vain, she just started flapping her arms instead, making your heart leap out your chest as you barely caught your grip to prevent her from colliding with the ground.
Tightening your clasp around her, you hurried your steps, eyes widening as the outline of the college gym finally came into your vision.
The loud bustle of voices mixing ascended from the entrance, growing eruptive as the door pushed open. Humin was dressed in casual wear, gym bag slung around his shoulder as he held the door open for the rest of his team to stumble through, enthralled in a story he was telling.
It was something you couldn’t explain but at the sound of her father’s voice, her little head snapped up, nonsense bubbling from her as she reached for him through your arms.
Humin spun on his heels, eyes wide as he noticed you both. In one step he was with you, placing a peck on your cheek before grabbing the kid off you, pressing a kiss into her hair before tossing her in the air, catching her effortlessly.
Even though your heart leapt at that, you couldn’t deny the effect, her sobs replaced through bubbly laughs.
Hyuntak who had walked next to Humin then waved at her, waiting for his friend to hold her still before pinching her cheeks with a smile that left dimples engraved in his own. In response the girl erupted in squeaky giggles.
The corners of your mouth twitched as you watched the familiar scene unfold before you.
“She’s so in love with you.”, you joked, caressing the little strands of hair that started to get thicker on her tiny head.
Hyuntak shrugged his shoulders in an excessive manner as he nodded along.
“She’s so young and already knows what’s up. How is it even possible she’s yours?”, he then teased Humin, earning a glare from his friend.
“You’re lucky I’m carrying a baby.”
“I know.”, Hyuntak chuckled, wiggling his fingers in goodbye before heading for his car.
As you and Humin started walking home as well, you stretched your arms, sore from carrying the wiggly baby all the way. “She kept crying until we got here.”, you told him.
His head snapped towards you and then right to the kid, checking for any signs of uneasiness.
“Is she sick?”, he asked, voice dripping in worry. You shook your head. “No.”, trailing as you watched his enormous hand basically cover her entire face while he held the back of his hand on her forehead.
“Do you even know what you’re checking?”
“Shhh.”, he cooed, removing the huge hand from the babie’s forehead before slapping it on yours, probably aiming to make out the difference in heat.
“That’s not how that works.”
He just chuckled, resettling the kid to sit basically on his biceps while he held her back with a stretched hand. You almsot giggled at how ridiculous the difference in size looked but the laugh caught in your throat as your feet left the ground.
You shrieked, but Humin didn’t care as he heaved you on his back, holding your leg until you tightened the hold of your knees against his ribs. While you rested your head in the crook of Humin’s neck, you smiled against his skin, watching the baby drowse into sleep in her dad’s hold.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
Washed up and rubbing the stray wetness out your hairstrands, you walked into your shared bedroom, stopping short as you noticed the lack of mass in Humin’s side of the bed. Sighing, you tossed the towel into your laundry basket and crossed the floor to the adjoining room.
An array of colorful items and decorations smiled at you as you walked through the strings of beads dangling off the doorless frame, chuckling at the sight that awaited you.
On her back, with a pacifier wiggling with every of her shallow breaths, laid your daughter, the huge blanket covering her up to her stomach— an old one that you had used to shreds during your pregnancy.
Next to her, the reason she wasn’t lying in her crib, but on the slim bed you had occupied during bonding time, scared to leave her side for even a second before you started sleeping in the room next door.
With his head on a makeshift pillow (a blanket over his biceps), he laid there, droopy eyes fixed on his daughter while he ran one finger along her puffy cheek, poking the squishy fat without starting her awake.
With your arms crossed before your chest, you scoffed.
“Don’t you dare fall asleep.”, you reminded him in a whisper.
He didn’t even startle at your presence, keeping still as he repsonded.
“I wasn’t-“
“You’ll crush her.”, you continued, stalking closer to lightly slap his back.
“I wasn’t gonna fall asleep.”, he repeated, chuckling as you tried to drag him off the mattress in vain. “You’re waking her.”
You stopped abruptly, faint memories of a crying baby fogging your mind. You wanted to play with her and woke her up a few months ago— the type of mistake you only make once.
Humin wiggled his brows at you as he looked over his shoulder to take in your face expression.
Carefully you went over to the other side, sliding your hands under the tiny body before lifting her up, setting her down into her bed with the delicacy like you were handling porcellain.
As you turned around, Humin’s lips were curled into a smile, eyes sparkling in awe as he looked at you.
“What?”, you asked through a shoulder shrug, biting your lip to keep quiet as he pulled you on the mattress next to him.
“Let’s sleep here tonight.”, he proposed, draping a heavy arm around your chest to make you immobile.
“She’s not sick, though.”, you argued, earning a scoff from Humin. “Yeah, she is.”
You didn’t argue back, letting him drape the blanket over you both as you barley fit into the bed together, snuggling up into each other until you fell asleep to one another’s heartbeat.
a/n: this is sooo cheesy, I think I just fell in love with this character all over again
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Could you please do some yeon sieun bf headcanons if you haven't already done them? Thank you!🥹
boyfriend heacanons | Yeon Sieun x reader
pairing: Yeon Sieun x gn!reader
genre: fluff above, smut (mdni!) below
warnings : smut, p in v, fingering
a/n: English isn't my first language so pls bare with any grammar mistakes
sfw
- wasn’t gonna make the first move but you and your friends all noticed the way his eyes were glued to your every move
- since he wasn’t gonna do anything about it and he didn’t pick up on the hints you were throwing him, you had to initiate it, inviting him on a date
- late night study dates that turn into a snuggly nap session when either of you can’t lift yohr heads off the textbooks
- one kiss for every right answer (but he’d act like it’d irritate him— it’s the opposite)
- cafe dates where you share a cake and talk about stuff that has no relevance or meaning just to hear other speak
- always holds the door open for you
- shares his umbrella whenever you’ve accidentally forgotten yours, walking tightly side by side so neither gets wet from the rain
- Suho trails along to some dates but neither of you mind cause he’s always so busy anyway so he might as well get out a little
- likes the quiet of the evening when he’s blow drying your hair and brushing it afterwards
- you guys don’t have to talk much, cause even in the silence that stretches over you as the day grows tardier with the position of the sun, it’s there, the calm and affection lingering in the air between the two of you
- doesn’t understand why you’re taking so long to get an outfit together but he likes you in everything you wear
- the type of boyfriend you can drag everywhere with you because he won’t resist physically (he will sigh and make sure you take notice of how annoyed he is) but he’ll secretly enjoy it, making sure you’re not missing out on anything
- if you’re having a fight he’s all in for communication, claiming that you can talk it out instead of being mad at each other
- not the touchy type of affection giving but will spend most of his free time with you and text you throughout busier days to make sure you’re doing fine
nsfw
- very big on foreplay cause he wants you drenched before he even put the tip in
- feels guilty about being on the receiving side only so he follows up blowjobs with either fingering you or eating you out (anything that doesn’t involve his dick right after he’s come cause he needs a little time to get hard again)
- wouldn’t tell you when he’s hard— he’d just try to shake it off until you initiate anything sexual
- makes sure that the intimacy is still there even if the position you’re trying is rather dirty, he’ll try to make you know how much he worships your body and pleasure
- one hand always caressing your face, making sure you’re okay
- puts your pleasure above his
- super reluctant about pushing it in all the way cause he was scared that you’d be in too much pain
- always adds something for support and higher pleasure like a pillow underneath your back
- knows your body better than you do, he can make you come in five minutes or less but will drag it out to concentrate on the intimacy
- missionary on top cause he needs to make sure that you’re enjoying this as much as he is like at the slightest sign of discomfort he’s pulling out
- won’t tell you, but he loves getting blowjobs even tho his fingers get crampy from holding back to pull your hair
- threesomes with Suho are okay but he wouldn’t want to share you with anybody else
- to him aftercare is the most important part! If it got a little messy, he’d wipe you down or take care of it in the shower. should he have gotten careless and left love bites, he’d get a cold can and cool the spot until the bruise faded
- gets genuinely upset if you keep nagging him about going bare back (he's too responsible for that shit)
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tyler at the streamer awards hehe
johnnie gilbert has done nothing but pmo these past few weeks like how do you not see the nazi symbol
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milk is actually so fucking disgusting.
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i came to read fics, not see impersonators flooding a hashtag
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i fear i’ve read every single fanfiction for all my fav characters and now idk what to do with myself
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TYLERS HANDS ARE SO FUCKING HOT OMFG I LOVE WHEN HE HOLDS STUFF OR EVEN JUST SHOWS HIS HANDS IN GENERAL AHHHH
writing sibling x sibling x reader smut but saying that the sibling aren’t blood is weird and incest! ☺️❤️
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The cruelest part of being alive is that hansumfella exists at the same time as me but I’ll never be able to sit on his face.
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