120 Recent Deviations
Featured: Lydia Frye | World War I
My Baby Assassin's x reader [2/3]
You giggle with slightly tinted cheeks as you held a small boy with slight tan skin in your arms. He seemed to at least be the age of 4; he had short dark brown hair and brown eyes that shine brightly as he giggled from your tickles. “Who’s a cutie wootie! You are!” Pulling the boy closer, you assaulted his cheeks with a barrage of kisses, causing him to squirm and his giggles becoming louder.
The other 6 kids surrounded you, patiently or whining waiting either for their turn, climbing on you, the one girl was actually playing with your [h/l], [h/c] hair. Desmond tiredly watched while sitting on his couch as you were able to easily distract and keep the rambunctious kids away from him.
“So Dessy-man, care to introduce all of these angels to me?” Desmond felt his brow twitch at you calling the small children angels.
“Trust me [Y/n], those things are far from angels. More like devils if you ask me.” You only rolled your eyes at his comment