#i wuv them 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[immortallovinghours]

Once again after my absence I need to update my Carrd, it just never ends 😔

[corneliushickey]

patron saint of 🪳🪰🕷️🪲🦗, of maggots, patron saint of girls who are rotting dead, patron saint of decay, patron saint of evil gay-coded dandies who say darling, patron saint of slaughterhouses and the families who live by them, patron saint of the oroborus that consumes itself, patron saint of wounds and cuts large enough to fit a finger through -

AND LASTLY! patron saint of infinite spools of yarn, endless craft and crochet <3

[woobly teary eyed voice] thank you i wuv this 🥹💌😭🥹😭🥹🖤🖤🖤💓💖💓🥹😭🖤💓🥹💓💖🥹💓🥹😭🥹💓🥹💖💓🖤😭

[eepygeto]

ooh babie have you kept up with the latest ep's in jjk s2? cos I'm dying to know your favorite parts in the episodes I literally have so many top suguru just looks so good and delicious I cannot I refuse too even !!! definitely mappa's favorite 😭😭💞

eighhhht ♥️ how are you bby?

i have been keeping up with jjk s2! you're so right dshsj mappa made sugu look so pretty 🥺 i'll forever be grateful 🙊 i'll put my favourite parts under the cut~ 💋

Episode 1 :

CHIBI GETOU!!! my adorable little munchkin 🥺

this shokohime moment was so cute! they're all babies and i just want to put them all in my pocket and keep them safe 🤕

TOJI!TOJI!TOJI!TOJI!!! the noises i made at my screen when he came on it fkjghdk 😩

Episode 2 :

this is the anime version of one of my favourite getou panels gfkjdk it was my icon on my old blog for SO LONG i was obsessed with it fdjghd but seeing it animated, with his cup of tea? PERFECTION!!!

TOJI BEAR 🧸 the way i wanted to kiss the pout of this man's face, he looks very cute when he's grumpy 🙊

i would have bumped into him on purpose if i knew he was gonna sit like that in front of me jghkdj

i was on the phone to him describing in detail, what i was gonna do with his pp 🙃

Episode 3 :

the way gojo kicked this man and continued to stomp on him sdfjksdk i replayed it so many times sdjkfdkg and then you have my angel baby just smiling 🥹 (i wuv hiiiiiiim)

i want to take him to the beach, put flowers in his hair and buy him ice cream 🥺 he's so pretty! 🌺

toji looked so handsome in traditional clothes!!!! this whole scene, in the snow, was BEAUTIFUL!!!!

Episode 4 :

MAPPA'S PRETTIEST!!! i love that they added this scene AND made him look so pretty and cute!

he had no business looking THIS FINE dfkjhjd i want to climb this man like a tree 👾

basically, this episode was just full of pretty men... that scene when toji was putting kuroi in the back seat and shiu was in the driver's seat gkjhfdkjd i wanted to be kuroi so baddddd and i wanted both of them to take me somewhere and fu- ahem, let me carry on with my answer...

Episode 5 :

YUKI!!! dfdkk her womansplaining to getou and then riding off on a motorbike jhfgkdh i wanted to ride with her 😭

i don't think i need to explain this image... 🙃

MY ANGELLLLL 🖤 he was so cute here, with his little wave 🥺

i included this image because the second i saw it, i was reminded of the time i went to japan ^_^ i didnt spent a lot of time there but for some reason, this image seemed very familiar

lq images of my hq man 🖤 i love what he's wearing, he looks so boyfriend <3

idk what this was but it was hot af kgjfddjkf

[georgiapeach30513]

📩 reserving my spot for Blade day (if you allow it lol)

But I feel like it would be so so funny if Kitten pranked baby Blade like this. I mean of course Kitten won’t go too far because of Bladey’s panic attacks, but I’m 100% sure Ran would be cracking up seeing his son’s very very comfused-why-is-mama-not-gib-Badey-atemshon face 🤣

Yes! You can send any requests at any time. I do try to save them for their specific day, but if there isn’t any asks/requests/ideas of my own, I’ll add them to another day.

This is pitiful! Ransom would definitely have to be the one to convince Kitten to do this to her Bladey baby!

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Some Meanie

Summary:  You and Ransom play a prank on Blade

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader, Blade and Story

Rating:  pitiful

Warnings: Bladey tears, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1K

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“No,” you laugh watching the video of the pitiful little toddler cry.  You push the phone away from you, still laughing.

“Please?”

“Ransom, no.  My baby,” those dark blue eyes pout up at you, and he gives you another, please.  “Why?  My baby is gonna have a panic attack.”

“No, he won’t.  And if it starts to be too much, you can just stop.  Come on, woman, please?  That’s why we have so many kids, we can just torture them,” you glare at him, and he changes his tone.  “Sweetly torture them because we love them.”

“Fine,” you stand to circle around him, “I’ll do it, but it’ll cost you,” he bites his lip and tilts his head liking the way this sounds.  “You gotta do something for me afterwards.”

“Okay, you name it.”

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“Blade, buddy, come on down for breakfast!” Ransom yells up at your baby boy, because you are supposed to be ignoring him.  Story skips past Aster and Iris and into the kitchen, giving a quick little twirl in her poufy dress and tiara.  Her play ballet shoes always on her feet.

You wait until Blade sees your face, and hate yourself when you spin without his good morning hugs and kisses.  His lip juts out, but he doesn’t comment on it.  Blade’s short little legs pull himself up on the table beside your seat, Ransom and Harlan on their respected ends.  “Mom...mom, mommy can I, I have spwinkwes on my waffwes,” his body leans forward to see your face.

Ransom gives you a little kick knowing you’re about to fail.  “Story, would you like sprinkles on your waffles?”

“And whipped cream?”

You nod your, and get up to get the whipped cream and sprinkles, only for Blade’s big eyes to follow you.  “I wanted...wanted,wanted whipped cweam and spwinkwes, too.  Mom...mommy, mommy?  Can I?” everyone besides Ransom look oddly between each other.  Story being the most confused.  Her head flips between you and Blade.  “Mom...Mommy, mommy, mom...mom...daddy can hew not see me?  Mommy I’m wight...wight, wight hewe.  Mommy Pwease,” his eyes fill with tears looking at Ransom.

“I want my...my, my, my, my, my...mommy I wuv you, pwease don’t go.  I need you,” his voice carries off in broken nonsense and you come back with just as big of tears picking him up to hold your baby close to you.  “Don’t weave me wike...wike, wike dat.  I can’t...can’t, can’t bweathe wif...wif, wifout you.”

“Shh, mommy’s right here my handsome boy,” you lay his bespectacled face on your chest, “Listen to mommy’s breathing.  In...and out,” your eyes glare over at Ransom, and he shakes his head no at you.  “You owe me.”

“Did...did, did I, I, I, I, I...”

“Bladey baby, shh...mommy’s right here, just breathe, buddy.”

He sniffles trying to catch his breath.  Pushing his glasses up on his head to wipe at his tears.  “I’m sowwy...sowwy, sowwy.  Whatevew I did...did, did I won’t do it no mowe.  Just don’t...don’t, don’t weave me when you’we mad at me, pwease.”

“Mommy’s not mad at you buddy.  Mommy just listened to some meanie.”

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Story dances around in her ballet leotard and tutu, her hair tight and on her head, ready for practice.  Wearing her play ballet shoes on her feet as she twirls into Ransom’s office, “Daddy,” her voice sings to him as she twirls.  “Oh daddy!” 

You grab up her bag, knowing exactly where she’s at, and waiting on her goodbye kisses and hugs.  “Daddy,” she stops twirling to stomp her foot, “Daddy!” Ransom walks past her to walk out in the hallway, pulling you into him for a passionate kiss.  Removing Story’s bag off your shoulder, “Oh no.  You two stop.  I’m going to be late.  Daddy.  Daddy!”

“Where are you going with that bag?” his eyes only on you, instead of the little girl behind him stomping her feet.

“Ballet.”

“So, you’re going to put on a cute little tutu for me?”

You roll your eyes at him, at just how ridiculous this is.  “Your daughter has a dance lesson.”

“Aster and Iris don’t take dance.  They do gymnastics.”

“Your other daughter,” Story growls her foot stomping the floor again.  “DADDY!!!!  Don’t you play with my mind like mommy did Blade, you pay attention to me RIGHT NOW before I kick your ass.”

“Story Rose Drysdale,” he turns around to give her the best scowl he can for a five-year-old.  

“That’s what I thought.  We’re not playing that game.  If you did me first I would have been crying like Bladey.  You two are meanies.  Since you don’t want to behave you get to take me dance class instead of mommy, because you hate it.  Now get my bag and lets go.  Do NOT ignore me again.”

“You’re bossy,” she turns around to stomp her foot.

“Carter would never treat me like this,” before walking out the door, held tilted up in defiance.  Ransom’s head whips around so fast to gawk at you.

“What?”

“This is all your fault.  She hasn’t shut up about Tweedle Dum since we got back from Florida.  She was sleeping in his bed?”

“You kicked her out of the room.  So you could fuck me while I slept.”

“I kicked her out of the room because she woke up too early.  I fucked you because you needed it.  You were all wet just thinking of me fucking you back to sleep.”

“Where was she supposed to go?  Carter was sleeping on the pull out.”

His mouth opens up wide as he looks at you, “Do not mention that bonehead’s name, my daughter, and pull out in the same sentence.”

“You’re ridiculous.  Take our daughter to dance.”

“Only if I get to see you tonight in a tutu.  And nothing but a tutu,” with a quick swat to your ass he starts to walk outside.  “Nothing else, Kitten.”

“He’s utterly ridiculous,” you turn at the sound of Harlan’s voice, “Do you even have a tutu?  That’s a new one right.”

“Oh hush.  That’s your grandson.”

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[1111jenx]

I just wanted to say how SWEET and CARING you are by giving us like "detailed" descriptions of the even the smallest portion of charts (Like Lilith in 11th house) We are really grateful that you share your big brain knowledge to us! I do have a small request (not now but maybe in the future when you are free) can do your description of Scorpio Sun in the 7th house culture? I would really love it. But for now continue doing you cuz we wuv uuuu and take break sometimes! -Anon

Hi cutie,

First of all, thank you so much for your kind words this is honestly so so cute STOP plsss💗😭! I'll be more than happy to answer your question!

Sun in the 7th house people are usually amazingly sociable individuals/ of they have a great knowledge about how the world works, they are often times very well-mannered and their father/father figure could have been very loving and aimed to teach them the dynamic of life in general. 7H Sun people therefore are charming and have spectacular negotiation skills. They're also open to learn and can easily adapt to a new environment if there are no afflicted placements. However, they take others opnions really seriously and growing up, they always felt a need to blend in or to have someone by their side( a partner, a bestfriend or someone they can rely on) As they tend to intellectuallize a lot, they can also be very anxious people. They're socially intelligent so they can be extremely cautious of others, they will immediately shut down when they feel their boundaries are being threatened. In relationship they need someone who's confident, who's proud of them and the relationship. They can be amazing listener and they truly care about their connections with people.

With Scorpio sun in the 7th house, I can see that this adds an air of intensity as well as stubborness to the native! You can be extremely passionate in relationships and you seek out intense or deep connections:) Scorpio sun in the 7th house people may also have great leadership skills as the fixed dynamic of Scorpio stabilized the anxious nature of the 7H. You'll value luxury and comfort and better things in life yet depending on your other placements, you will work really hard for this too! In partnership try to look for someone who won't try to outshine you but instead will cooperate and work with you:)

That's all I have for now! Hope this helps you a bit boo!

love,

saint jenx🖤

[shayurikarasu]

Sitting with my Babby dolls; Babby Weegee and Babby Dazzy. 💚💛🧡 I wuv my Babbies. 🥰 Today was my Uncle Dave and Aunt Trish’s wedding anniversary. I was their flower girl when they got married in 2000, and was their cameraman last year at their 20th anniversary renewal of vows with my “niece”, Sarah Elizabeth, as their flower girl (shes their daughter, and therefore technically my cousin, but I’m so much older that she calls me Aunt Allie and I think of her as my “niece”). 💐💍🔔💒 My Bro Mikau dude got hit by a car earlier this week, his foot got run over, and thankfully he listened to Uncle Dave and Aunt Trish about going to the ER. Turns out he has a fractured toe that could easily break. 😰 M got a dr’s note to take the week off, but he’s hoping to get back to work this weekend. He got invited to his Capoeira class in the park today, just to hang out since he can’t play with his injury, and me and Rob walked him there, before heading back home to pick up the groceries left in the hallway from Instacart. M got a ride home. We’ve been watching Doctor Who and Loki. Both exciting time travel shows! We’ve always loved time travel growing up with Quantum Leap and History of Trunks with our faves, Android twins 17 and 18; Mikau and I, who are like twins, cosplay them. 😎 My 4th year anniversary with my spirit husband was this month, nearly a week ago. I love Karasu, in the ways only I know him… 🤫💕🖤💣💜💕 Also can’t wait to go to the beach! 🌊🧜🏼‍♀️ Weather goes between warm and cold rain. 🥶 Gives me aches and pain, on top of my “mysterious” fatigue the past few months… gonna see primary care in late July about that, and keeping the social worker and APRN updated on my wellbeing like how I’m sad and still mourning Mrs. Villani; I miss her so much, she was like a second mama to me being my best friend Matthew’s mom. 😿 Okay, I’m on a tangent now… don’t mind me. Getting old and ramble-y. 😅 #personal https://www.instagram.com/p/CQP6IAWLZc2/?utm_medium=tumblr

[georgiapeach30513]

Do Turtle doves discuss about their following siblings? Fable is very Vocal about wanting a sister, but What about Birdie Mae? Is Fable teaching her weird chicken poop logic to her bestie too?

😩🥺 the Turtle Doves! So Birdie Mae isn't quite as vocal and sassy as Fable. Fable has a lot of Drysdale in her, and Birdie Mae has a lot of Arleigh in her. Just the sweetest little cherub. Plus, it helps that I want to see these two on the farm. Beau and Blade typically stay outside with them, but they pretty much have free range on the farm. There are no neighbors. And when they get neighbors it's Posie and Jax.

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The D Word

Summary: Birdie Mae and Fable chat.

Pairings: Fable X Birdie Mae

Rating: 😂

Warnings: chicken poop talk, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 900

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Birdie Mae takes a stick and digs a bit in the dirt, Remy right next to the girls as they walk the property. Always exploring and always discovering new things. Fable spinning a beautiful tale of their adventures when they return, none of which actually happens, but Birdie Mae just giggles beside her friend.

“Biwdie, do you evew want a sistew?”

Birdie Mae stops her digging to turn and look at her friend. Shrugging her shoulders, before she goes back to digging.

“Me wuv my Eggy, but me want a sistew.”

“Have you, ugh,” she throws a rock over her shoulder, leaving Remy to go retrieve it. “Have you thought about asking your mom and dad.”

“Ahh,” Fable falls backwards in the dirt. Her little arms and legs running up and down and creating dirt angels. “Onwy wike evewy day. I wuv Eggbewt, I weawwy do, but a sistew.”

“What is so great about a sister?”

“Weww…me don’t weawwy know but ders not stwaws in der diapews.”

“A penis,” Fable sits up and gives Birdie Mae an odd look. “That’s what boys have. Like the rooster. A penis. Fennel, a penis. Dad’s heathens a penis.”

“Me don’t wike dat wowd, so when I say stwaw, I’m tawking about da penis,” Fable waits a moment and thinks before looking at Birdie Mae. “My dad has a penis?”

“Mine, too. We have a vagina.”

“A fwont butt,” Birdie Mae just shrugs. “How do you know dis?”

“I live on a farm. See,” she points over to the animals on the farm, and Fable only looks at it odd. “Dad said we can’t have one of each, because they’ll make babies.”

“Da chicken poop thing?” Fable asks scrunching her nose up.

Birdie Mae giggles and lays down flat on the dirt beside Fable, “The what?”

“Chicken poop thing. I can’t say the F word”

“Oh, Squish, you shouldn’t say that word. Mommy got on to daddy one day because he said he was gonna F word her.”

“The chicken poop thing.”

“I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about. Oh, that cloud looks like a rabbit,” her finger points up the sky, and both girls giggle when Remy plops down beside them.

“No what Beau does. He takes the chicken poop and fewt…fewtiwi…I can’t say the F wowd, Biwdie!”

“Oh,” she giggles. Her fingers run through Remy’s hair and she gives the doggie a kiss. “That is a hard word. Fertiliza. So…how do they do the fertiliza?”

“Me don’t know. Daddy does it. Does this chicken poop thing in mama’s fwont butt. He does all the wowk, and she just waffles awound, and popped out Eggy.”

“Huh…do we have to do that?”

“Well, if you want kids. Wucky for you youw gonna have a big big husband.”

“Shh,” she slaps at Fable who only giggles at her. Her dirty fingers covering her mouth. “He…he do you know what he did?” Fable laughs shaking her head. “He screamed down the hallway, ‘I will marry you one day Birdie Mae, and you’ll be Birdie Mae Baizen. He’s too big.”

“My daddy is big. And youws is biggew than youw mama’s me think you’ww be okay. Maybe we shouwd ask youw dad if you have to do the chicken poop thing with Raiden?”

“Raiden is not fertiliza-ing my front butt,” she lets out another giggle before adding, “My vagina. Who are you going to marry?”

“If me can’t mawwy my dad, me don’t want to mawwy anybody. And dats da twuth.”

“Your dad is married. You don’t want them to get the D word?”

“What’s the D word?”

“Divonced, and someone leaves the house.”

“No, mama can stay. Fabwe Peawl Dwysdawe just won’t get mawwied. Come on wets ask Beau if Waiden has to touch youw fwont butt to do da chicken poop thing,” she gets up and starts running towards the cabin, only to have a dirty faced Birdie Mae screaming no after her.

“I don’t want Raiden to touch my vagina!”

Beau and Blade’s faces look at each other when they hear that. “Why is Raiden touching Birdie Mae’s vagina?”

“I don’t think he’s touching it yet. You know he tells everyone he’s marrying Birdie Mae Adler, right?” Beau just shakes his head. “Why does she call it a vagina.”

“Because that’s what it is.”

“Daddy, if Biwdie Mae wants a baby wif Waiden, do he have to do the chicken poop thing to hew fwont butt?”

“Blade?” Blade and Fable both look at Beau, both raising their brows and making the same facial expressions. “Don’t talk about my daughter saying vagina, when your daughter calls it a front butt. And what’s the chicken poop thing?”

“She can’t say fertilizer.”

“I also don’t want you to give mama the D word,” Beau coughs on his laugh, and slaps Blade on the back. “I won’t mawwy you, so don’t weave the house.”

“She means divonced.”

“Oh, you two talk a lot, huh? Mama and I aren’t getting a divorce. Raiden doesn’t need to go anywhere near your private spots. And we don’t have to worry about either of you having kids for a long time, deal?”

“Beau, teww daddy to do da chicken poop thing, and give me a sistew, okay?”

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[georgiapeach30513]

I need a part two to the Christmas guest where Lo gets to meet the extended family and ransom and kittens reaction to Lo being able to calm blades anxiety.

But isn’t Lo just the sweetest??  So Kitten’s first time of interacting with Lo is here.  And Lo did have to have a moment to calm Blade.  Blade is going to try and shield her from most of the extended family for a bit.  Christmas can be an overwhelming time for people.

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Santa Tell Me

Summary:  You and Blade make a promise

Pairings:  Blade Drysdale X Lolita!reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, oral sex (M&F receiving), face riding, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3K

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Waking to the sweetest whispers from Ellie and Otto of who needs to wake who up.  “Hew needs to sweep.”

“I need to open presents.  You wake them up, I’ll go get mommy and Beck.”

“But, but what about my mommy and daddy?” 

Ellie leans closer to Otto, whispering a, “Walkie talkies.”

“But wook, Bwade’s wips awe on hew face,” it’s only then that you realize how the two of you are entwined together.  Blade’s face smooshed up against your forehead, while the two children still lay in between you.  “I fink he wuvs hew.”

“Like mommy and Beck?”

“Uh huh, and wike mommy and daddy.  Mimi and Papa.  James and Iwis.  Bwade is in wuv,” the two giggle, and if it wasn’t for the soft inhale and exhale of Blade’s, you would almost wonder if he was still asleep or not.  His breathing too steady.  You feel the bed shift when Otto sits up followed by Ellie.  Blade himself stirs, and he removes his mouth from yours, smacking his lips.  “Uncy Bwade, we need to open pwesents.”

He blinks his eyes hard a few times, before looking at you and back at his niece and nephew.  “We gotta wait on everyone to wake up.”

“We can wake them!  I’ll get mommy and Beck, Otto will call his parents, and wake up Mimi and Papaw, you get Iris and James, and she can get Lucy.  Okay?”

Sitting up Blade wipes at his eyes, giving your nose a little tap, “I believe that it’s Christmas morning Lo.  You ready to wake up?” just to torture the two little ones a bit more you only grunt, flopping over to face the other way.  “Well, she’s the guest, and she’s not ready to wake up,” Blade teases them.

“No, no, no.  Wo, wake up pwease.  Me and Ewwie waited as much as we could.  Pwetty pwease.  I can’t wait anymowe.”

“Lo,” Ellie crawls over your back, her head hanging in front of yours and she sees you giggling.  Her own face shining at you with a bright smile, “You are trying to play with us!  There’s presents to be opened.  Can you get Lucy up?”

“I’ll go wake Lucy up,” you try to wiggle out, but she still giggles over you.  Turning to the side, so you’re on your back, you begin tickling her.  Her laugh fills Blade’s dark bedroom, and you start to tickle Otto for good measure.  Loving the squeaks and shrieks between them.  Blade nearly in a trance just watching you with his niece and nephew.  Falling even harder as you interact with two of his favorite people.  “Okay.  Let’s go wake everyone up.”

Both kids jump of the bed, and Otto grabs his walkie talkies and begins calling his parents on the way.  Before you can get up, Blade pulls you into him, pressing a soft kiss that turns desperate quickly.  Showing you with his tongue just how appreciative he is for you.  “You get another lesson later tonight, Pearl.  Now that I,” his hand glides down your body, and under the elastic of your pajama bottoms, “Yep, now that I’ve got you good and wet, lets go wake up my family for presents.”

Responding only with a playful growl, and a final chaste kiss before the two of you split, and he goes to wake up his sister, and their family.  Walking into Lucy’s room, you see her sprawled out, with nothin on but some cute little black panties.  Lucy’s new permanent artwork on full display, along with some new piercings.  Her phone on a facetime call, but you can’t see his face, only his snores.  “Lucy.  Lucy!”

“Shit, damn.  Uh...” not even caring to cover herself she lifts up her phone, “Hey, I’ll see you later?”

“Of course you will honey bee,” the sleep filled deep voice of the mystery man rattles.

“You saw nothing.”

“I see pierced nipples and tattoos, and some man that you fell asleep with,” trying to copy one of her devious smirks, she rolls her eyes, putting on her matching pajamas.

“Nothing.  Mom wouldn’t care, look at your boyfriend, but dad, well, I’m his angel,” you can’t help but belly laugh at the thought of Lucy being an angel.  She pulls her hair out of her face when that little body squares up at you, pinching your boob.  “I am his angel.”

“A fallen one maybe.  Your halo is broken, and I’m pretty sure your wings caught on fire.  I like the ink though.  It’s...pretty.”

“I’m pretty.”

“No, I meant, it’s delicate.  Lots of filigree and dainty.  That one on your hip looks awfully low.”

“Yeah, he had to stop because the pain and vibrations turned me on,” you scream her name smacking her arm, and about to make a comment about how he was probably so embarrassed.  “So he took me in the bathroom and let me get out my frustrations on his cock.”

“You banged your tattoo artist?”

“Banging.  But you know nothing, about like what you saw.  Come on, those brats are going to be looking for us,” she pulls at your hand and starts walking down to the main living room with the giant tree. 

Everyone already taking their seats, and even Blade taps beside him.  With a little smile, your body skips over to him.  His arms wraps around you to press a sweet kiss on your head, “Mommy, can I sit wif Wo and Bwade?” 

Story is in a mixture of love but also a bit of betrayal.  You had heard his other family was coming to get him later, and you’re sure she wanted to spend time with the little boy.  Her hand going to tap a spot on her chest, but Carter’s hand beats her.  Tapping her chest with his thumb, he gives her hand a squeeze, and let’s out a pitiful, “That’s fine baby, but make sure you show mommy and daddy what you got.”

The rest of the morning a hurried frenzy of kids and babies opening up presents, crawling through boxes and wrapping paper, laughing and cackling at different inside jokes, the warm smiles coming from Mrs. Drysdale, and somehow they even managed to get you presents.  Lucy even whispering in your ear, that they knew you would be here eventually, so everyone came prepared.  

You had never seen Blade more at ease, more animated.  It’s like his family brought out a playful side in him.  A side where he wasn’t constantly thinking about numbers or equations.  “Okay, everyone get dressed.  The Rogers, Jensen’s, Thrombey’s,” everyone groans and gags, but she stares daggers at them, “they’re your family.  I just married into them.  But also the Everett-Levinson’s, so  dressed.  I’ll get everything put in the oven.”

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“The rest of your family, huh?” you ask, your head laying on Blade’s belly while his fingers play with your hair.  “What are they like?”

“Well, Bebe is okay.  Joni has calmed down.  Walt and Donna, they’re fine, hold a grudge sometimes against mom and dad.”

“Why?”

He laughs shaking his head, “They’re not like us.  Cold and distant, and their thoughts surround money.  Walt believed the house should at the very least belong to Linda, our Bebe, but he wanted it.  We moved in here before Story was a year old, it was easier,” pressing a kiss to his heart that speeds up as he recollects their move here.  “They want to think I don’t remember, but I do.  Mom wasn’t good.  We had a brother that didn’t make it.  Story was early, so ma was full of anxiety and depressed.  I stayed with her all the time.  But we always came here to help with Grandpa.  He loved mom, he loved seeing us play.  He helped out with Story a lot.  She would just listen to whatever he told her.  She was a good baby, cried if she wasn’t held though.”

“I think she’s still like that.”

“Oh yeah, she loves touching her husband.  But it made sense for Grandpa to give the house to mom and dad.  We lived here.  Took care of him and the house.  Grandpa would visit each of us every night, and sit with us, telling us stories.  God, I miss that old man.  I never saw him angry.  Just calm and wise, but still the Thrombey’s were scared of him.  He told Walt and Bebe what he was doing, Bebe agreed, but Walt was angry.  His son is a douche canoe.  Such a prick.  So full of himself.”

Blade drones on about the odd habits of his extended family.  Even the low down of the Everett-Levinson’s, “I don’t know how they do it, but they make it work.  Still together.”

“Wait.  She’s got two husbands?  And they’re okay?”

“They’re not sharing her,” he laughs, “No, they’re literally one unit.  Like, she’s got two husbands, but they have a husband and a wife.  It’s wild, but it works.  Triplets.  Now, one is engaged to Iris’s brother, but they’re not related.  Just want to throw that out there.  They took another DNA test to be sure.  Didn’t really know each other until later in life.  I think Airy would like you.  He likes women that tame men.”

“Is that what I’m doing?  Taming you?”

“Well, I did bring you around my family.  Those kids are important to me, and nobody meets them,” he pulls you up to his mouth, and you settle down, straddling his body.  “Getting bold, Pearl.  That door is not locked.”

“Don’t act like you’re going to fuck me.”

“Am I not?” pushing his hips forward he twists to lay your back on the bed, his lips kiss down your body until it comes to your jean covered mound.  Pressing one single kiss, and his fingers move to undo your jeans.  Your breathing picks up, and you know that it’s audible even if you were standing outside the door.  Panting and writhing to the point where Blade presses his swollen jeans over yours.  “Is that what you want?”

“Y-y-yes.”

“Got you moving like a bitch in heat, huh?  Fuck, your so hot.  That pretty pussy wants to be split in half, huh?” excitedly you nod your head, while his body creates the most satisfying friction.  Speeding up his motions.

“Goddamn, I’m glad ya’ll are clothed,” pulling a pillow over your face, you let out a muffled scream when James stands in the door.  “Was just going to tell ya that Jake and Yelena are here.  Put the poor girl out of her misery,” Blade chuckles over you, but pulls away.  

“I think you need to change your pants.”

“I hate you.”

“That’s what it’s like here.  No privacy.  Do you realize how many people are in this house?  And you honestly thought I was going to sink my thick cock in that precious snatch?”

“I mean...” standing up to go to your bag, to find something not utterly ruined by Blade.  “You know, you keep doing this over the clothes stuff, and it’s ruining my wardrobe.”

“Lo, once I actually fuck you, we’re staying at the penthouse for a full week, and you’re not wearing clothes,” you bite your lip and give him a giddy smile.  “For a virgin you sure are a slutty girl aren’t you?”

“Well, I know what those fingers can do.  I know what your tongue is capable of.  And I’ve even had the tiniest taste of your cock, but I’m giving you permission to ruin me.  I don’t want anyone else but you,” with every word you speak, you walk closer to him.  Your hand goes to his neck, and drifts down his body, cupping his crotch with your hands.  “And if my cunt is yours, this...this pretty cock is mine.”

In your own sick and twisted way, it’s the two of you not only being exclusive, but also saying those three little words that means so much, without saying them.  “The minute you claim my pussy with your cock, I'm done for.  No one else will do.  I won’t want anyone else.”

“You’re too young to say that,” he gulps looking down at you.  You can feel his pulse racing through his cock, but you press your lips gently against his.

“I know what I want, Blade.  It’s not just your cock.  I want you, and all of it that comes with it.”

“I want you too.  All of you.”

“You can have it.”

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The rest of the day is spent with Blade, shielding you from the oddball family. You could feel the love that they had for one another. And sometimes hear it as one of the non-related members voices bellows out a harsh term of endearment.

They’re a crazy bunch, but definitely ones that would be right by your side if you needed them. Would offer their multitude of services. But the one you were most excited to meet, Jake Jensen. The man that Blade speaks so lovingly about. The one that became more than just an uncle but a second father. His mother’s best friend, that she said saved her life more than once.

“And who is this?” the older man that still acts like a kid asks.

“JJ this is Lo, well,” he gives your full name to Jake who dramatically kisses your hand with a bow.

“Taming the brat, huh?”

“I don’t know about that,” you giggle.

“Listen, he’s a good one. If you’re being introduced to all these obnoxious people, I know what you mean to him. You see all these people,” he gestures around the room, but some you can only hear. “Our family is ride or die. You hurt my adoptive son, you go missing.”

“JJ...”

“And are never heard from again.”

“Okay, that’s enough of that.  Don’t need you scaring my girlfriend,” Jake squeals at this admission, holding his hands over his smiling face.

“Does your mom know?”

“Yes, I do.  Now leave these poor babies alone, Jake.  Come here, I gotta show you something,” Blade gives his mom a smile.  Holding even tighter to you.

“She ain’t gotta show him anything.  How’re you feeling?”

“I feel good, Blade.”

“Good.  You got another lesson later.”

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Blade’s hand soothingly runs down your face as you kneel down in front of him.  Your eyes already blown wide with lust, just waiting on him.  He looks over to his bedroom door to check to see if it’s locked.  Satisfied those dark blue eyes look back down at you, “Kneeling before your prince, I see.”

“Yes, my lord,” his eyes flutter closed, and he turns his head to the side to pop his neck.  “My lord?” you ask with a smile, “Is there something wrong?”

“Just keep fucking calling me that,” you kiss up his thigh, coming to those thin red boxers before your hands are going to pull him out.  “You going to gag on your prince’s cock?”

“Yes, my lord,” taking him out, you want your mouth to get acclimated.  Licking up his length, swirling your tongue at his tip, giving the little mushroom head some playful sucks.

You roll your eyes up to look at Blade, needing some praise and guidance, “Such a good girl.  Show me how much you can take.  Keep your eyes on me.  Gagging does not turn me off either, my pretty little Pearl,” with a lick to your lips, you watch him as you slowly sink down lower, taking as much of him as possible.  Having to hollow out your cheeks to take more, and like you were promised when you gag, it only makes his cock twitch, and his eyes roll to the back of his head.  Sinking as low as you can take, and just holding it there.  Pulling out only to have the oxygen rush back into your aching lungs, spluttering only causes Blade to twitch even more.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long.  Just...” you don’t allow him to answer.  Having watched more porn than you ever remember, you bob on his length.  Twisting and pumping your hand at the base.  “Tighter pretty girl.”

Gripping him tighter, your tongue teases at his hole, still watching his every facial change to your movements.  But when you go to play with his balls, and a guttural moan releases from his swollen lips, you know you’ve found the spot.  Working him over and over, not changing your pace, just becoming drunk off his pretty sounds.  And when he shoots his load deep in the back of your throat, you hum at the taste and warmth.  Your tongue licking up any that escapes.  

But Blade can’t stand it anymore.  Those thick arms of his has you launched out of the floor, his body lays back and he has your core right at his face.  Ripping your panties to shreds to see your slick and swollen cunt.  His breath pants up at you, before he slams you on his face.  Your fingers grip tightly to his head, while he tries to remove your top.

Making it easier for him, you remove it yourself.  One hand plays with your tit while the other holds tight to your thigh.  When you release out a frantic mewl, he stops.  You lift off him enough to see his face glistening with your arousal.  “The walls can be thin.  Let’s see how quiet you can be while you ride my face.”

Using his hand he pushes you back on his face, and you just know you’re smothering him, but you don’t care.  His face determined to make you a pile of mush.  Your body rolls over him again and again.  His own tongue now only sitting there while you literally fuck his face.  Your own body writhing over that filthy mouth of his.  

Your face pointing towards the ceiling, biting your lips so hard you taste blood, but you’re quiet.  Blade’s eyes just smile at you riding on top of him, already getting hard at the view of your naked body getting off on his tongue.  “B-B-Blade...FUCK!” you scream unable to hold it in any longer when you gush on his face.  His tongue lapping up every bit of your cum before pushing you off of him.

One look down his body, your fingers go to touch that cock, but he swats you away.  “It’s almost time, Lolita.  But for now, rest.”

“Did I do good?”

“You were perfect.  Such a good girl for me.”

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Can we get more of Posie, Elina,and Otto pls

Ran and Kitten's first grandbabies 😭 Miss Posie is a bit bossy with the younger two. Ellie belly and Otto only have seven months in between them. Those two just follow Posie around holding hands, and Kitten and Ran just make all the heart eyes at the three of them.

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Don't Be Vulgar

Summary: Watching the grandbabies

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale, Kitten!Reader X Posie Rogers, Otto White, Eliana Henry

Rating: Floof!

Warnings: Otto White, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 600

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Papa & Mimi’s Grandbabies

I just realized I should really make a masterlist of just the grandkids...

"Hey, why don't you bring papa a yogurt," Ransom calls from the couch. He had a long exhausting week, and he was bound and determined to have a relaxing weekend. And then the babies happened.

"Ellie, come here sweet girl," your finger curls up and you beckon her forward. Ellie still holding onto Otto's hand both come running towards you. "Oh, my babies. Where's Posie?"

"Her went to the bafwoom. Her needed to poop."

"Otto why are you always talking about poop?"

"Because I am a boy," he gives her an eyeroll, "You mama and Beck need to have a baby, so you know how boys awe."

"No, they don't. I'm perfect, right Mimi?"

Scrunching up your nose you give her a nod, and a kiss to her cheek, adding one to Otto who just shakes his head after the kiss. "Daddy says I'm pewfect too, and mommy is having a baby."

"You all three are perfect. And Ellie, you know that your mom and Beck want a baby, they're waiting until after the wedding though."

"But," she starts her foot tracing circles on the floor, "Will Beck still love me if he has his own baby?"

"Daddy still wuvs me," Otto grabs Ellie's head to turn and look at him. "Beck will awways wuv you or - or youw mom wouwd not mawwy him, wight Mimi?"

"You are right, mister. Now," your eyes look up to see your oldest little angel, "You guys take this to papa, and we'll make a picnic lunch to eat in the living room?"

"Posie, how is everything with the twins?"

"How did you do it?" her hands go around your waist, and you just her hold tight, her head snuggled tight to your belly. "There's just two of them. All the time. And Poppy and Thorne are so cute...but they're exhausting, and they chase me everywhere. It's nice having a break. Can I help with lunch?"

"Of course," Otto and Ellie come running back in, still holding hands and screaming that they want to help too.

"I want to decowwate cookies."

"I want frosted cupcakes."

"Neither of you are getting what you want," you walk around the kitchen placing random things on the counter. "Posie, grab Mimi your boxes, get me and Papa one too."

"What about ice cweam?" Otto raises his eyebrows up and down at you and Ellie drops his hand to cover her giggles.

"Ice cream gets you in trouble buddy."

"Teww me about it. I'm not awwowed to get it in da middle of da night, but daddy got me a wawkie tawkie to caww him and mommy when I want to go downstaiws."

"It's lonely in here!" Ransom screams walking into the kitchen. "Is this lunch in the living room today?"

"Papa!" Ellie jumps up reaching for his arms, and he can't help but pick her up, squeezing her tightly. "You ruined the surprise. Mimi said she's taking us to get ice cream."

"I did not!"

"I heawd that, too."

"Me, too, Mimi," mouth agape you look between the three of them, knowing they've silently conspired against you. "I did hear you say that."

"Ice cream after lunch sounds like a great idea, Kitten," Ransom gives you a soft onslaught of kisses, and Ellie tries to pull his face away.

"Why do you call her that papa?"

"Don't ask that," Posie whines, starting to walk away.

"What was it. You said dat Mimi puwws when you kiss hew."

"Yes she does buddy. Papa can make Mimi purr whenever he wants to. She's my pretty kitty," you cock up an eyebrow at him, knowing it isn't you that he calls his pretty kitty. "Shh, don't be vulgar, Kitten."

"You're ridiculous."

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don’t get me wrong…. present blade is hot asf and i would marry him in a heartbeat if i could! but sometimes, i miss little bladey and his wuv you’s 🥺 can we please please see sweet young bladey again 🥺🥺🥺 maybe this time, getting into trouble? ((;

Wait a minute! Are you suggesting that the sweet wittle Bwade Dwysdawe got in trouble?? The little boy that ran into his baby Stowy and cried before she did because when she fell down it took her breath away? Are you talking about the little boy that would just lay on his mama while she was napping and suffering with PPD just so he could be close to her? The same little boy that had the sweetest speech pattern and his mama love to squeeze his cheeks? Or the same little boy that would sit with his mama as she put his baby to sleep, and Blade would lean over and give Story a kiss? You know if Blade was getting in trouble it wasn't from hims mama, right? Blade does no wrong. Like how Ransom is with the girls. Blade is the most precious angel to Kitten.

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He Had A Moment

Summary: Ransom has to deal with Blade without you

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Blade and Story Drysdale

Rating: fluff

Warnings: soft!Ransom, Blade's tears, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 800

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After the loud crash happened, Ransom runs into his office, his laptop broken in the floor. A five-year-old Story rushes over to her dad, burying her face in his leg until he picks her up, but Blade just stands there. His lower lip jutted out, quivering, and his eyes so full of tears he's amazed at how he's able to hold them in. Ransom completely understands now why you can never get onto the boy.

"Blade, what happened buddy?"

"I'm...I'm, I'm sowwy...sowwy, sowwy," his voice cracking and the tears finally leak down his cherub cheeks. "I didn't...didn't, didn't mean to...to, to."

"Buddy just breathe."

"I...I, I can't...can't, can't. Daddy...daddy, daddy I'm s-s-s-s..." Ransom walks calmly over to Blade, squatting down to wrap his free arm around his son. His cries soaking his shirt, and Story reaches over to rub her hand along Blade's back. "I'm s-s-s-..."

"Bladey, buddy."

"I want my...my, my, my, my..."

"He wants mama, daddy."

"I know Story book. Buddy mama is with the twins at gymnastics."

"I can't...can't, can't, can't...bwea...bwea, bweath. I need my...my, my mama. You hate...hate, hate, hate me."

"Buddy, I can never hate you. You know you're not supposed to be in here, and you'll work off the damage that was done to the computer. But I don't hate you," Blade buries his face even deeper into Ransom's chest. His body heaving and sniffling.

"It's okay bubba. Daddy, he just wanted to see if he wanted a laptop like yours. Bubba...bubba it's okay. Daddy loves us always."

"I want...want, want my...my, my, my, my mama," his voice shrill as the cries fully take him over. Ransom is half tempted to call you, but you had only been gone fifteen minutes, and his daughters would not be left at the gym.

"Story, when Bladey is like this what does mama do?"

"She makes us hot chocolate and let's us watch Lightyear. Bubba, daddy still loves you."

"Him mad...mad, mad at me...me, me."

"Do I sound mad? I told you we'll figure out a way for you to pay me back for the damage. I can't make hot chocolate, but I'm really good at some sundaes. Plenty of whipped cream, some melted cookie butter, hot fudge, a Biscoff and cherry in the whipped cream, and we'll watch Lightyear."

"You'we...you'we, you'we not mad?"

"Buddy, no. Let's get these sundaes made, watch your movie, and get you to breathing again okay?" they both give their daddy a nod, and he stands walking them both in the kitchen. Setting them on the counter while he gets to making his famous sundaes. Story leans over on Blade's shoulder, singing him some Disney song so soft and sweet.

"Don't forget the sprinkles daddy. Blade likes the ones with stars and moons in them," Ransom smiles, opening up his favorite drawer full of his "magical sprinkles", pastel pink, gold, white roses and crowns just for Story, while Blade's navy with gold moon and stars, plenty of gold and cream pearls. "Where's your sundae?"

"You are sharing with your old man."

"Daddy you're not old," Story says making grabby hands for Ransom when he helps the two of them down, grabbing up their ice cream to walk in the living room.

"Well thank you Princess Story book. Here, sit down," they lean up against Ransom as he turns on the movie, both offering up little bites to him. Blade's panic attack exhausting him, and he's ready to fall asleep before halfway through the movie.

Bowls abandoned Ransom kicks back the recliner, both kids crawling even more on him, when all three fall asleep. Sticky ice cream faces and all. Chocolate and cookie butter smeared all across their faces when you and the girls come home. Falling more in love with him at how soft he is with his babies. "They've been like that for awhile," Harlan whispers. "I came in here to talk, and they were passed out. Who is your biggest baby?"

"They're all my babies. But you know Ran is the biggest of all."

"I heard that Kitten."

Walking over to the couch, you lean over his head to give him an upside down kiss, noticing the drool coming from Story's mouth and onto his shoulder. "Why sundaes? Cookie butter too, what happened?"

"Blade broke my laptop," you gasp needing to make sure your baby boy's heart isn't racing. "He's fine now. He had a moment, cried for you."

"You should have called me."

"I need to be able to handle our son too. I see now why he doesn't get in trouble often."

You give Ransom a pout, "He's sensitive baby. He wears his emotions on his sleeve and he doesn't want to disappoint you."

"Or you."

"No, baby, he knows I'm always in his corner, it's you he doesn't want to disappoint. You want me to take them?" Ransom shakes his head no. "You're enjoying being the favorite for once huh?" he gives you a smile and nods. Leaning back over you give him another kiss. "I'll start dinner then."

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New Year’s Eve is coming up so I was wondering how the drysdales celebrate NYE, do they all bring their SO’s or is it a family thing?

Oh it's a family thing, but they bring their SOs. Story and Carter are usually the ones that host, because they have a big enough house, and Story LOVES hosting. Ransom and Kitten spend as much time there as possible, but they always volunteer to keep the babies (if you read the Christmas drabble, you'll know that Story and Carter's castle isn't far from the estate) So they have the three Rogers kids, all the Baizen boys, and Ellie belly. So this particular time takes place a year after Lo spends Christmas with the Drysdale's. By this time her and Blade have had sex.

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Dinosauw Spwinkles

Summary:  New Year’s Eve at the Baizen’s

Pairings:  Blade Drysdale X Lolita!reader, Story Baizen X Carter Baizen, James Rogers X Iris Rogers, Aster Beck X Chris Beck, Beau Adler X Arleigh Everett--Levinson, Destroyer!Chris X Lucy Drysdale X Harry 😏 

Rating:  Mostly mild, but heavily implied on sex

Warnings: Explicit, language, drug use (marijuana), alcohol consumption, implied sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3K

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Story and Carter give each of her boys the biggest hugs and kisses, Otto nearly clinging to her, "Mommy you wook so pwetty tonight. Make, make suwe daddy keeps you wawm, otay?"

"Okay baby. And be good for Mimi and Papa, also Uncle Steve and Aunt Marta. You going to keep an eye out for Z and Archie buddy?" he gives her a nod, making sure to hug Carter for good measure.

"Wuv you. You coming to get us in the mowning?" they nod, pressing more kisses against the boys cheeks.  

The King and Queen waiting for the ‘Adults’ to leave.  As soon as their out of site, his arms wrap tightly around her waist, leaning in to press open mouth kisses all down the column of her neck.  Arching her back she presses her ass into him, his hand teasing the low cut neckline of her dress, feeling that tape and knowing it’s not time, his hand drifts lower to tease at her barely there panties.  “I’m glad you didn’t have to bend over, my Queen.”

“Guys, we’re still in here, and you’re basically fucking in the driveway.  Get your cute little asses in here and let’s celebrate,” Aster screams out at her sister.  Story turns to give Carter a filthy kiss before spinning out of his embrace to walk inside.

Seeing Arleigh she dangles a bag of joints in front of them, raising her eyebrows at Carter because he’s one of her biggest customers, but she yanks it away quickly, “Uh-uh,” she throws a pregnancy test at Story, “Take it.  Or no toking tonight for you, princess.”

“I’m not pregnant, and I don’t smoke.”

“No you take a couple hits,” Carter presses another kiss on her lips, “But mostly she likes shotgunning don’t ya honey?”

“Just take the fucking test and ease my mind.  Not pregnant, you can smoke.  I know you won’t drink, but I made up some mocktails for you.  One is even pink,” rolling her eyes Story goes to take the test, Carter still following after her.  “How much you make a bet he gets a little taste in there?  I swear those two are the horniest people.”

“I don’t know.  I think the old married couple over there may have them beat,” Aster flicks her head over at James and Iris who slowly make out with one another.  The rare occasion that she drinks beer is usually on New Year’s Eve, all because Carter gets a keg, and there’s adorable silver and gold solo cups.  Making her feel like she’s in high school.

“I think it’s a Drysdale thing.  All of you guys are horny.  I know from experience,” you say smacking at Aster’s butt.  “You think the shorts are short enough?” 

Aster takes a quick sip of beer from her cup.  Giving you and Arleigh the most devious grin.  “I had to give Beck a show so he can fuck me on the balcony while you nerds count down to New Year’s.”

“I’m surrounded by my horny ass sisters.  Carter is following Story into a bathroom for her to pee on a stick, Iris and James are in their own world, you are talking about your husband with the exhibition kink, and you know Lucy is going to be showing off those pierced nipples later.  She always does that when she’s drunk,” he turns to look at you sighing, “She threatens to show the other piercing off too.”

“What else does she have pierced?” Blade sucks in a bunch of air and Aster dies laughing.  “No she doesn’t!  I’ve got so many questions.  I’ve heard you can get off just by walking.”

“You are not piercing my pretty pearl.  I’ll get you a clit clamp, but no.”

You and Aster laugh at his pouting when Story comes out of the bathroom holding a negative test, Carter’s arms still wrapped around her making her dress ride up.  His lips still kissing all along her neck.  “Told ya, not pregnant.”

“We can change that tonight, honey,” he moans on her neck and she smacks at him.

“Down boy.  I haven’t shot gunned from you in years.  Arleigh!  My mans needs one,” walking over to Arleigh she hands her a joint.  Her fingers pulling at Carter’s tie, pulling him to the couch.  

“James, you taking a few hits?” Story doesn’t even hesitate just goes ahead straddling his lap, waiting for him to exhale in her mouth, “You remember when we were first dating?  Got this one right here rolling up some of the best joints huh?”

“Story Rose Drysdale!  You were like what seventeen?”

Iris slaps at her sister, and Carter pulls her in to share, releasing his hand off her neck before passing the joint to James.  “She’d sit and warm me up, too.  Wouldn’t cha princess?” his finger taps along the spot where her rose used to sit, “Don’t even touch it anymore do ya?”

“Would you quit being so vulgar.  My family is here,” leaning forward he presses a soft kiss to where the rose used to sit.  Leaning back to stare up at her like she’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

“And we know you’re not actually June Cleaver vacuuming in pumps and pearls all day either.  You guys have three kids.  You didn’t get them on accident,” Iris pulls a drag from the joint before handing it back to Carter.  Story gives him a quick pout, and he allows her a small hit, before taking a long drag himself.  Story nearly basking in the inhale.

“Do you know how many times I walked in on them doing this shit?” James asks removing the joint from Carter’s fingers.  Both his hands going to either side of Story’s face, and James smacks at Story playfully when she starts grinding in his lap.  He holds in the inhale extending the joint to Iris who takes a deep pull.  “He said that the marijuana makes his princess so fucking horny.  Stop!” this time it’s Carter he smacks.  “We’re at your house, go to your room.”

“But I’ll have to take off my pretty dress,” her greedy fingers connect to the roach, but Carter removes it from her hands.  Taking a long drag and doesn’t even share.  “That’s not fair.  Give me some and I’ll make it worth your while.”

Carter doesn’t hesitate to take another drag, leaning in to give her the sloppiest of kisses.  “Alright,” James grabs the joint out of Carter’s fingers, leaving the two of them in their own little world of making out.  “You give it a minute and he’ll be dragging her out to that tiny little pink car,” Iris slaps at his arm, “What?  I know way too much about their sex life.  He is my best friend.”

“How come you never fuck me in a pink car?” Iris giggles.  

“Where’s the keys?  I’ll fuck you in that tiny little thing if that’s what you want baby doll.  Mommy can make daddy very happy,” Iris damn near drags him away and into the bedroom where they’re staying.  

Normally Blade would have been all over you at this point, but he’s enjoying the random high conversations between you, Arleigh, and Beau.  The three of you growing up in a more modest home.  Blade loves the simpler part of your life, and listening to how the three of you grew up.  Arleigh in her free spirited way can’t keep her eyes off your chest, “Are they real?” you nod your head laughing, “Like really real?” this time Blade grabs ahold of your tit and gives it a little wiggle.  

Arleigh pulls out her dress looking down at her much smaller chest, and pouts up at Beau, “It’s not even right.  I just want to grab ‘em.”

“Then do it,” you laugh at her.  Swatting Blade’s hand away to pull up Arleigh’s placing them on your chest.  She mostly just holds onto them, stunned you let her do that, and Beau takes in a deep swallow.  “Well?” you ask when she gives them a little jiggle.  Her hands really getting into the kneading of them, so you just grab her smaller chest.  “Yours are fine.”

“Yeah, but yours are like a pillow.  Beau just lays on my ass.  Ahh!! I found a nipple.  Blade, no wonder you can’t keep your hands off her.  I just want to shove one in my mouth,” her eyes go large as she stares up at you.  Grabbing the marijuana from Blade to take a big toke before handing it off to Beau.

“Party is here!” Lucy shouts surrounded by Chris and a staggering in Harry.  “I found this one at another party, so he had to come along.  Oh shit, Story’s fucking high isn’t she?” she looks over at her sister still riding on top of Carter, her pace much faster than before.  “How many hits did she get?”

“If I recall just the one,” Arleigh answers.  Harry already walking to where Iris and James were previously.  “What’s his deal?”

“He’s got a bit of a thing for the Drysdale’s,” Chris answers flatly, reaching out a hand for his own hit.  “Watch this.”

Blade rolls his eyes walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of beer, ignoring the show that Carter and Story are putting on.  Aster and Beck already missing for the night, and probably wouldn’t be back.  Iris had already pulled James away, and he was wishing his other sister would drag her husband into the Fiat or her closet one.  

Story bites down on Carter’s lip, pulling back.  The tape to her dress finally worked its way off when Harry happens to catch a glimpse, “Story book, Carter my man,” Carter’s hand covers her boob and they both turn to glare at him.  “Just watching the show.  You’re in the fucking living room, where the party is.”

“Is there nowhere else for you to go?” she asks.

“I was waiting on you to finish princess.  You look absolutely fucking fabulous in that little pink dress.  The King made sure it didn’t stay put though.”

“Go away,” Carter grips tight to Story’s leg standing up.  Wrapping both her legs around his waist, and covering her ass with his arms.  “If you had more on than string, I wouldn’t have to do this.”

“Just giving you easier access my King.”

“Oh I know.  That sloppy cunt has probably ruined this suit.”

“One of these days man, you’re gonna let me watch how royalty fucks.  You just wait,” rolling his eyes Carter carries Story out to the garage.  “Every fucking time.  I was for sure they were going to that tower closet.”

“You guys know their sex patterns?” Arleigh takes a long hit and passes it over to Lucy.  “Like they just have specific places?”

Lucy actually laughs.  Her hand rubbing slowly up and down Chris’s thigh.  “Yeah and no.  If Story and/or Carter is high or drunk usually her Fiat is where they go.”

“What’s the deal with this car?” even you are interested in this story.  Not realizing the sex life of Blade’s sister was so interesting.

“It was her first car.  Princess actually is a very cautious driver.  Rosie was her first baby, and she still looks brand new.  Had a few customizations added to her.  In fact, according to Story the first time she had sex at the estate was in Rosie, while daddy was drinking his bourbon watching a show with mom.  When she was finished she went in, gave them both a kiss, and waited by the window for Carter to climb up her tower.  She still keeps that thing for running around town.  Used to drive it with Otto and Z until Carter made her get a mommy car.  It’s not pink though.”

“Wait the car is actually pink?” Arleigh and you both laugh at this.  “I want to see,” she starts dragging you into the garage just to see the pink car.  Harry right behind you.  The three of you only take a glimpse at the car, and the Baizen’s don’t even pay you any mind, and you quickly shut the door much to Harry’s dismay. 

“Man, she’s not even naked.”

“They’re in a car dipshit,” Arleigh for just having met Harry pushes at his shoulder, “So tell me more.”

“Story doesn’t drink, but she loves the taste of bourbon on Carter.  If that man has a glass of Bourbon straight, they’re going to the tower closet,” you start to interject because as many times as you’ve heard about this closet you’ve never seen it, and now you desperately want to.  “No, she can give you a tour tomorrow.  Just don’t sit on that round thing in the center.  Or the chairs.  I wouldn’t lean too much on things.  There’s this ledge in there,” she pushes at Beau with a sly smile, “Tell ‘em why Carter asked that to be put in,” he grimaces shaking his head.  “He needed a place to put her foot when he was fucking her standing up.”

“Wait, Carter designed that closet?  And he had a special feature added for sex?  B, you never told me this.”

Beau takes a look at Arleigh shaking his head.  Him and Story are at a good place, but they had a checkered past.  He was surprised when Carter came to him, Ari, and James to design and build the Baizen castle.  And there’s little details of Carter everywhere.  A few Beau added himself.  “Okay, so what else?”

“If Story book has had a terrible rotten very bad day, they’re in the tub.  And you should see this fucking bathroom, but the tub!  Me and her have soaked in the fucking thing together.  All these Jo Malone bath oils everywhere.  You walk out smelling like a fucking dream.  Aster’s joined us.  Pretty sure all her kids have swam in it.  She birthed Archer in it.”

“She had a fucking water birth?  This girl!  She’s such a priss but she’s after my own hippie heart,” Arleigh leans into Beau a bit tighter.

“If Carter’s had a rough day, he will send her a text that says he needs chocolate chip cookies.  Story takes the boys either to mom and dad’s, sometimes Blade’s and Lo’s, and she’s waiting on Carter in some expensive lingerie with his glass of bourbon, but it’s always the special expensive kind.  He slowly sips it while she ‘dusts’.  Carter has the biggest fucking housewife kink.  And have you seen her lingerie?  The most girly beautiful shit you’ve ever seen.  That man slowly undresses her, and that counter,” she points into the kitchen.  You had noticed that that part of the counter looked particularly bare.

“She’s either pushed up against it, or sprawled out on top.  And if they’re in the baby making mood, and they almost always are they’re insatiable.  And for once on the fucking bed.  I think they don’t fuck there because Otto and Z have walkie talkies to say they’re coming to get in the bed with them.  There’s a cute little couch in their room.  Don’t sit on in.”

“Why do you know this shit?” you ask.  You had never heard Story talk so openly about her sex life.  Knowing that her and Carter clearly have sex with the amount of kids they seem to have roaming around.

Chris takes a deep drag on the dwindling down roach, handing it off to you as you look around for your uncomfortable boyfriend.  Him needing to get away from sex talk about his baby sister.  “Get her high.  That girl turns into an open book.  Listen, I thought she was a bitchy prude, no, that girl is a slut, but only for Carter Baizen.”

“It’s true.  They’re sickeningly sweet even during...hey Story book.  You better get you some more tape babe or go put you on something comfortable.  Those titties are going to be popping out.  I know your husband don’t want that,” Story gives her a smile, tucking hair behind her ear.  “Go on, run to the fucking closet now.  It will take two of you to, yep...there they go.  Closet has hidden drawers for their toys, too.  And they have a special hidden room behind the closet mirror.  Carter’s safe is in there, but there’s also a bed.  Don’t ask for the code, because they’re not giving it to you.  She’s also got some vintage makeup compacts displayed in there, vintage lingerie.  Like that bitch has a style, and it’s whatever turns her man on.”

“She fucking breathes and he’s horny for her,” Chris moans into Lucy’s neck.  The two of them feeling the affect of Arleigh and Beau’s prime crop.

“Wait that’s what those drawers are for?  And that room?  I thought it was too big just for a safe,” Beau looks down at Lucy before back up the stairs.  “He really thought of everything didn’t he?”

“He’s been planning this monstrosity since they first started dating.  Again it’s sick how sweet he is.”

“They’re going to miss midnight!” you run off to find Blade, needing to kiss him at midnight.  You think that you were coming back to the three couples that remained and Harry, but you’re only left with Arleigh, “What happened?”

“Lo, I don’t wanna know.  Let’s just count down and go to our room.  I don’t wanna know.  I just don’t,” the four of you ending the year with your kisses.  For good measure Arleigh reaches out to cup your boob again, and you smack at her ass, “I see why Beau sleeps on that tush.  Wook at it!” you grab a big handful giving her a giggle, and Blade clears his throat.  Arleigh looks up at Beau before leaning forward to give your mouth a sweet kiss, eliciting another growl from Blade.

“Bed.  Now,” he grunts.  Using that voice he knows that you can’t resist.

“You know how to get to the gold room?” you ask Beau who gives you a nod.  He helped build the house, so he’s fully aware of the rooms, and apparently their names.  “Happy New Year, you two.”

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Ransom lets out a big yawn, Ellie already passed out, her head leaned up against his chest while drool stains yet another shirt.  Posie leans up against you holding a sleeping Archer, while you brush the soft curls out of Zephyr’s face.  Steve and Marta both hold a passed out Thorne and Poppy, and Otto plays with his buddy.  “Don’t get him riled up this late, bud.”

“I’m not Papa.  Owwie is not a puppy anymore.”

“You know what uncle JJ says?” he gives you the sweetest smile, “They’re all puppies.  Buddy, why don’t you go to sleep?”

“I’m waiting on Papa’s ice cweam sundae.  He pwomised,” Ransom points down at the sleeping Ellie and Otto crosses his arm.  A particularly loud playful growl jolts Steve awake, “Mimi?” 

“Yeah buddy?”

“Am I evew going to tawk wight?”

“You know, your uncle Blade he was a bit older than you when he was able to speak clear.  His stutter it took him longer to get over.  You know how he still does that now?” he gives you a nod.  “He does it when he gets nervous or flustered.”

“Wo makes him touch hew heawt.”

“Your Mimi did that for him when he was little, too buddy.  You know how you’re a big mama’s boy?  Uncle Blade was an even bigger mama’s boy.  Still is.  Mimi would quit kissing me if Blade told her to stop.”

“Mimi!  You stopped kissing Papa?” you give him a smile, pulling Ransom’s lips over to yours.

“Happy New Year’s, babby.  You think the kids are behaving?”

“My angel girls are.  Your son is probably streaking through the castle.  Hey buddy, does the walkie talkies work here?” Ransom’s fingers make little grabby hands for the device.

“It’s not an emewgency.  Daddy said I can use it if I weally get to missing dem.  I’m not.  But dey do wowk.  Daddy made suwe dey would.  Now Papa, about my New Yeaw’s sundae.  Lay hew down on da couch, and I want the dinosauw spwinkles.”

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can we pls pls pls see otto and aunt wucy and how they create trouble together 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

You want to torture the poor buddy don’t you?  Where do you think that Otto learned those words from??

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Bad Words

Summary:  Lucy and Otto play a game

Pairings:  Lucy Drysdale X Otto White

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  mild language, Otto White, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  750

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Lucy walks closely to Otto, the little boy licks up his ice cream before she snatches it out of his hand, “Hey, Wucy, dats mine!”

“I just gotta keep you from getting all messy and sticky.  Your mom and dad would never let me take you out again, if I brought you back dirty.”

Otto rolls his eyes still reaching for the cone, “Dey don’t cawe.  Daddy wants me to be a kid.  Gimme it!” she hands him back the cone, when she spots Blade with the Tiramisu.  The girl who always drinks plenty of coffee, even wanted to lick it off of Blade.  

“Buddy, remember that game, ‘Who’s your daddy’?” his eyes scan around the mall, because he knows exactly what game she wants to play.

“Whewe is Bwade?” 

“Right there,” she points, and watches the smile creep up on Otto’s face when he spots him.

“We don’t wike dis giwl?”

“No we don’t, buddy.  Do your thing.”

Otto takes a breath, before giving Lucy a thumbs up, running towards Blade and the Tiramisu, “Daddy!  Daddy!  DADDY!  I was so wost!  Why didn’t you come and find me?”

Blade doesn’t even register what the little boy said, just the word lost, but the Tiramisu did.  Her eyes look at Blade questioningly, pissed off her night isn’t going to go the way she thought it would.  “Buddy, where did you come from?  Who are you with?  Are you here with your mom?”

“Blade you didn’t tell me you had a kid,” her eyes raking over the two of them pissed off.

“What?  No, I didn’t, because I don’t.”

“Daddy, why did you weave mommy?” she scoffs at him.  “I wuv you daddy.”

“Otto, buddy, I really think...”

“You know, have fun with your kid and baby mama,” she gets up to leave, and doesn’t even look at Blade in the eyes, even leaving behind her iced coffee.  Blade can’t be mad at Otto because, she insulted the boy.

“With that little charade you have to be with,” he looks away from Otto to see his littlest sister pull up the Tiramisu’s chair.  “Speak of Little Lucifer and she arrives.”

“Uncy Bwade, we don’t wike hew.  She is just no good fow you.  Wucy said you need to find a nice giwl.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.  Said that Bwade wants to cowwupt da shit out of dem.”

“Otto!” “Buddy!” 

“It’s twue!  You said...you said that Bwade needs one he can do mowe dan just fuck.”

“Oh my God, Story is going to kill you,” Blade laughs slapping Lucy’s back.  “You really should watch what you say in front of the kid.  Buddy, we don’t need to be saying words like that.  Your mom would never let us have you again.”

“It’s otay.  Daddy says wowds like dat too,” Blade just shakes his head no.  He hasn’t heard Carter use profanity since Otto was born.  But Otto counters by nodding his head rapidly.  “Yes huh!  Daddy...daddy tells mommy all da time he’s going to fuck a baby in her,” while Lucy is dying laughing Blade covers his face.  “Uncy Bwade how do you do dat?  How do you fuc,” Blade covers the boy’s mouth wif his hand.

“Don’t say that again.”

“Man, the Cleaver’s need to watch what they say in front of the kid.  When did you hear your dad say that?”

His little face scrunches up in concentration, “Dey was, was jumping on da bed.”

“Dayum, Carter is getting it during the day?” Lucy only laughs more, but Blade swats her upside the head.  “What?  If they can jump on the bed in that big ass house while Otto is playing then...”

“I wasn’t pwaying.  I wanted ice cweam in da middle of the night.  But Daddy and mommy sounded busy, so I waited.  Wucy, what did you do with my ice cweam?”

“Buddy, I think you’ve had enough.  So the plan is, if Otto says bad words, it’s not our fault, right?  It’s daddy’s.”

“Wait, does your mommy say bad words too?” Blade can only scowl at his sister, but she doesn’t care, she wants ammo on the sister that went from wild to a housewife.

“She said shit da odew day instead of sugaw.  And and, she tells daddy, yes wight fucking dwere when they jump on the bed.  What does that mean?  Is that the sweet spot?”

“Yes.  You’re daddy loves finding your mommy’s sweet spot,” Lucy doesn’t even care when Blade swats the back of her head again.  “Come on buddy, I think it’s time to torture your mom.”

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[georgiapeach30513]

Can we please see how squishy girl and eggbert are coping with the fact that mommy has two babies in her tummy? 😂

So we saw Squishers' reaction to having two babies in her mama's belly here. She wasn't happy about the fact that there could be two boys. Even though Eggbert can talk, he's still a baby, and is a man baby of very few words.

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You’we On

Summary: Fable Pearl has concerns

Pairings: the Drysdale’s 2.0

Rating: 🥹😂

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 850

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“Eggy, me just don’t know what we’we going to do. Daddy got us in a pickwe. Me can’t evew twust men again he had one job. Me waid out da wuwes vewy cawefuwwy. Weww, me said a sistew. A. A. As in one. Uno. And what does him do?”

Beckett sits in the floor of the playroom, giggling at his overly animated sister. Having very little idea what she’s talking about, but enjoying the attention. “Hmm?” he asks her.

“Him put two babies in hew fwont butt. And,” she pauses for dramatic effect, finger pointed up the ceiling and then she looks back at her chunky adorable brother.

“I wike you. What if we get a bwothew dats wike Thowne or Attie. Me can’t handwe that, and if it’s two. Me moving in with Mimi and Papa. I wiww take my AssGo wif me. You coming?”

Beckett claps his hands and whispers out a Papa. “It’s a deaw. We couwd take Doctow Zeus, but me think daddy wiww miss hims goofy…hey mommy,” her big eyes turn to look at you with a smile. Feigning innocence, but she’s pretty sure you heard enough.

“Whewe’s daddy?”

“Playing a game on the X-Box. You know the monitor is on right?” she looks over to the other end of the monitor mouthing out a no. “Squishers are you really that concerned about two babies?”

“We’ve tawked about dis. Yes, me is vewy concewned. What if thewe’s two boys? And one is sweet wike Owion and the othew is a wiwd cat wike Attie? Me is not weady fow dat. Wook at Eggbewrt,” both her hands go to motion towards your handsome and chunky boy, and he stands waddling over to you, so you sit in the floor getting closer to both of them.

“Wemembew when me was scawed of him, and him come out wike a big fat bwob and me wanted to be da bestest big sistew because him is beautifuw and me wuv him but anothew brothew? I don’t need thwee.”

Walking over to you, she leans her head over on your shoulder. “What is me going to do?”

“Do you remember when Thorne helped you walk back inside when we were at the estate?” Fable looks at you oddly, unsure of where you’re going with this. “You had fallen off your bike, and you were hurting. He almost carried you. Atlas being the fastest ran inside to get me. Between the two of them, I was able to get to you quick. We patched you up, and you got to love on daddy.”

“Me not fowwowing hewe.”

“And anytime all the other kids are tired, and you’re not isn’t it usually Thorne and Atlas that go outside and run with you through Mimi and Papa’s garden.”

“Me stiww don’t get this.”

“What your mom means,” Blade answers calmly. Sitting in the floor with the three of you he scoops his Squishers up and kisses all over her face. “Atlas and Thorne get a bad reputation for being rowdy, and they are. But don’t you have fun with them? You don’t sit calmly with Poppy and play with her bunnies? Otto doesn’t play much anymore, and you don’t constantly want to build something with Z. Or color with Orion. You don’t wander around with the dogs with Foxley and play with the weasel. You usually hang out with Atlas and Thorne. They’re your buds. And they protect you when you get hurt.”

“Okay, and?”

“Would having a little brother that is like them be so bad?” Fable opens her mouth in a big O understanding what he’s saying. “You’re just as rowdy sometimes as those crazy boys. Always running with them, getting on your bike and going down hills to fast. Rough housing in the pool with them and almost drowning each other.”

“So,” she leans back looking at her father, and then looking over to you. “If dey awe two boys, can you twy one mowe time for a guwl just for me? Me awweady have a bwothew and him is pewfect. Doesn’t get any bettew.”

“No promises, Fable Pearl,” you answer. You also know Blade’s major want for girls as well. Wanting to have a family much like the one he grew up in. An only boy who is overly sensitive because of being raised with women everywhere.

A boy who’s tender with his mom, and has some of the best relationships with his sisters. Even wanting Story to be in his groomsmen party. You wouldn’t mind putting another Steven Blade Drysdale in the world with Beckett. And possibly even more, should the twins be boys.

“Fine. I guess I’ww have to take that den. Be gone. Me and Beckett wewe pwaying and having a meeting when you wudely came in hewe.”

“I wanted you to play Mario Kart with me and mommy. Let Beckett sit in my lap and distract me to lessen my skills. Please Squishers. Do it for daddy?”

“You’we on. If I win, you have to twy again if dem babies awe boys.”

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Can we get more of Carter and Otto please 🥺. 'You're my daddy' really did some things to me

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Hey 🐢anon, I hope all is well with you! Is Carter and Otto just not the sweetest!? I love Carter for Otto, like he never once hesitated to step up when Story needed him to. I know they had that little bit of a conversation while she was still pregnant, but Carter never once pushed her into anything. He still slept in the same bed as her, but they literally were just sleeping. It was easy. While she wasn't in love with Dayton, she had moved in and committed to being with him. So now, they've sped up in some areas, and slowed down in others. So let's take a look at the two rings that Carter showed/gave to Otto...

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The Rings

Summary:  Story, Otto, and Carter get rings

Pairings:  Carter X Otto, Carter X Ransom

Rating:  🥺🥺

Warnings: SOFT!boys, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.3K

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Carter fiddles around with that velvet box he’s had for so long.  Still keeping it a secret from Story.  In the other pocket is her rose.  The symbol of the most beautiful and innocent love he could ever think of.  Everything about his family is perfect.  Sitting on Otto’s bed while he plays around with some toys.  The two of them waiting on Story to get home.  Their own home, almost ready to start breaking ground, so he’s running out of time.  

He’s never been more terrified in his life, and it’s his three-year-old son that’s making him that way.  Not to mention, he still has to talk to Ransom.  A conversation he’s played in his head ten thousand times, and each time he dies a slow torturous death.  In Carter’s mind he’ll never be good enough for Story, but she wants him.  Lays in the bed with him every night, most nights joined by their son.  The one he claimed before he was ever born.

“Daddy, what wong?” Otto finally turns to see his dad in a form of mental anguish.  His little legs walk over to him, pressing his hands on his knees.  He tilts his head to the side giving him a snaggle tooth grin.  “Don’t wowwy, Mommy be home soon.  Hew wif Mimi.”

Carter lifts his head to smile at the angelic face of Otto, “I know buddy.  It was actually you I needed to talk to.”

“To me?” his voice screeches, and he reaches for Carter to place him on his lap.  “Why me?”

“You know I love Mommy?”

“Hew vewy pwetty,” his giggles vibrate off the walls, and Carter laughs along with him.

“I know she’s very pretty.  The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Yep.”

“But there’s something missing,” Otto squints his eyes tilting his head and looking like a little puppy, causing Carter to chuckle again.  “Her last name doesn’t match ours.  She’s still Story Drysdale.”

“Take hew to change it wike me.”

“There is another way,” he finally opens up the box, hearing Otto gasp at the ring.  “I need to ask you though.  You’re the number one man in her life.”

“No, daddy.  You awe.  I’m hew baby, youw hew man.”

“You think I should ask your mom to marry me?”

“Weww, duh.  Why you wait so wong?  Do I get to weaw a suit wike you?  And Daddy!  Mommy wants to get mawwied at a castwe, we going to a weal castwe?”

“I first have to talk to Papa and Mimi, and then hopefully she’ll say yes,” Otto’s arms wrap tight around Carter’s neck, his little hands patting at his back.

“She’ww say yes, but youw on youw own wif Papa, Mommy is Papa’s baby.”

“Thanks for reminding me kid.”

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“You’re my daddy,” Otto says onto Carter’s leg that he clings to.  “I wuv you, daddy.”

“Love you, too, buddy,” he squishes a kiss on Story’s neck before squatting down to the little boy, “You know we got Mommy her new necklace?” Otto nods his head excitedly looking up at the necklace that sits where her white rose once set.  The one that Carter continues to carry in his pocket with him.  “Mommy isn’t the only one getting gifts.”

“Youw getting a wing tomowwow.  And Mommy too, and you got hew a...”

“Otto!  That’s a secret,” he grimaces looking up at a frowning Story.  “You hush woman.  This is between me and my boy.  No, I’m passing down something that once belong to me.”

“Weawwy?  What is it?” Carter grins pulling out the tiny ring box, and Otto makes an odd face, “Dats Mommy’s.”

“No, this was mine.  Papa got it for me when I was young.  It meant the world to me, and now, I want you to have it.  My son,” opening up the box Otto glances at it before up at his mom who gives him a nod.  One look at Carter, and he nearly loses it when Otto has big tears in his eyes.  

“It’s wike Papa’s, Daddy,” Carter removes the ring to slip on Otto’s tiny little finger.  “I wook wike Papa.”

“It wasn’t a family heirloom when your Papa got it for me, but I think it is now.”

“Tank you, Daddy.  I wuv it.  Now can we give Mommy hew t...”

“Buddy!” Carter covers his mouth his hand chuckling, “That is tomorrow.  I’ll let you be the one to give it to her if you promise not to say another word, okay?”

“Carter Baizen, what did you do?”

“Nothing.” “It’s pwetty wike you.”

“After that no more gifts,” narrowing her eyes at him, when he scoops up the little boy.  “Both of you.”

“You look good in diamonds.”

“Weal pwetty in diamonds.”

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Carter picks up the square heavy bottle of his cologne.  A new customized bottle just for him.  Engraved with his initials and everything.  Giving himself a little spritz on his tux, when he sees Ransom’s reflection walk in.  “Can I talk to the bonehead alone?” he looks between Blade, James, TJ, and Sammy.  Those dark blue eyes focused only on the man that’s about to take his daughter from him.

The men give a nod, and head towards the door, leaving Ransom and Carter alone.  Something Carter had wanted to avoid for awhile, and now Ransom is the one demanding the time alone.  “Still wearing my cologne I smell.”

“She likes it on me,” he clears his throat pretending to straighten his tie.

“I wanted to avoid this day, in so many ways,” Carter turns to look at Ransom, unsure of what to say.  “But, it also feels right.  The goal is for your kids to leave the nest.  You know I love all my children so much.  I have such a special bond with each.  But that little girl...” Ransom stops, Story is no longer a little girl.  She’s his grown daughter.  Successful in her own right.  Missing those nights he would walk past her room, to see her asleep in her window nook.  Wishing for the man that stands in front of her.  Carrying her to her bed, and she’d let out a soft sigh, before telling him, she loved him.  The times throughout her life, she tried to include Carter every time.  Saying his name before even saying mama.  Story always knew that Carter was meant for her.

“I’m sorry,” Ransom takes a long slow breath before looking up at Carter.  “She’s not a little girl anymore.”

“She is to you.”

“Still, yeah.  She’s my baby.  My hopeless romantic.  She was twenty-one years old crawling in my lap.  She doesn’t do that anymore,” Carter looks down at the floor.  “It’s your lap she crawls in.  She doesn’t give me goodnight hugs, those are for you.  Or crawl in mine and her mom’s bed, because she’s got you.  I don’t know if you realize how it was always you she wanted.”

“It hasn’t really hit me yet.”

“Remind me after the honeymoon to give you Harlan’s books and journals.  You’re in there a lot.  You think she was wishing for Prince Charming, it was always you.  I know I screwed up a lot of things between you two, but you found your way back.  And you have went above and beyond what I could have ever imagined for my Story book.  She’ll always be my daughter, but...” looking down at the floor, he pulls out the ring he had made for his bonehead, Mr. Tweedle Dum himself.  Trying to stop the tears from falling down his face, at letting his daughter go.

“She’s yours now.  That scares and hurts me so much.  But I’ve never seen her happier.  Never seen a man care for a child that biologically isn’t yours.  I would never question it if I didn’t know.”

“I learned from you, Mr. Drysdale.”

“I saw my grandson, it looks nice on his finger.  But here,” without anymore words, Ransom gives him a grownup pinky signet ring.  Nearly identical to his.  “It’s not a...”

“It’s special all the same Mr. Drysdale.  It’ll become a family heirloom.”

“Take care of my baby.”

“I will.”

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It’s Spa day for the Drysdale ladies and a Story explains to her sisters it’s her birthday month and everyday Carter surprises her with a present! 😎

Teehee...so I'm going to give some background for this day. Story's birthday is at the beginning of the month (August 9th) so the full thirty-one days leading to her birthday, he gets her something. But not just him...and the boys don't just pick it out either. So Carter started planning this back in June.

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What Else

Summary:  It’s Story’s 31st

Pairings:  Carter Baizen X Story Baizen

Rating:  cute

Warnings: tiny little breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.8K

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Story stands in the doorway of her oldest son's bedroom.  Otto all dressed up in a suit and tie, and a mini briefcase beside him.  His own hands helping Zephyr get dressed in jeans and a shirt, "What are you two doing?" she asks curiously.  It's a bit early for them to be getting dressed.

"Getting ready for work," Zephyr smiles up at his mama.  She gives him a questioning look, "I'm going to work with Uncle James."

"Oh really?" Carter comes down the hall, kissing Story's cheek before moving to her lips.  Handing over a wiggling Brooks.  "Good morning to you, too, babe," she looks down at Brooks who is dressed a bow tie and suspenders, Archer running down the hall with his own tiny little suit.  "Okay, what's going on?"

"The boys are going to work," Story shakes her head with a smile, an arguing Carter laughs while nodding leaning in for another kiss.

"You can't take all four with you."

"He's not.  He's taking me.  Z is going with James, Archer with Bwade, and Bwooks with Papa," Story starts to speak but Otto quickly cuts her off, "Don't ask.  We need to wowk to get money.  Wuv you, but we'we gonna be wate.  Wets go," he walks to Story pulling at her shirt and she leans forward to give each boy a kiss.  "Dwop da Bwookie."

"I'm going to help your daddy, put you boys in the car," walking ahead of Carter, he gives her a quick little ass grab, before following her out to her car.  Not moving carseats is so much easier.  "Does that mean I get to drive the Fiat if I need to go anywhere?" she asks her husband once everyone is situated.

"Uh huh," he gives her a hard smooch, before looking back, knowing she's got more to say.

"I didn't pack anyone a lunch."

"I did, it’s all in the car."

"What about Brooks diaper bag?"

"Honey, you think I would forget my son needs diapers?" she starts to speak but he stops her with his lips again, "I've got it covered.  They'll be fine.  Aster is going to be there with your dad, but Brooks will be fine.  Ari is going to be at the job site with James and Beau, so Zeph will be fine.  Blade has an easier day today, so Archie will be fine, and I dropped any major appointments so Otto will be fine.  Can you just enjoy your day with being kid free?"

"What am I going to do?"

"Well, your mom and dad volunteered to keep the boys for awhile after work," one hand slides around to cup her ass while the wraps around her neck, his thumb lightly tracing over her pouty lips.  "Why don't you work on a tan.  I love it when I come home to you laying by the pool with nothing on but that little string you call bathing suit bottoms."

"I only wear that for you."

"Enjoy your day honey, I don't care if you go back in the bedroom and sleep all day.  Go get your nails done, go to your barre class, I don't care.  But I gotta make sure the boys aren’t late for their first day of work, they get deducted if they are.  Love you," his hand brings her to his mouth, this time kissing it much slower and passionately.  Leaning her forward to kiss her forehead, "They'll be fine."

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"Wait wait," Aster sits with her toes being painted.  A long line of her sisters, Lo, and her mother all being pampered.  "So that a couple of weeks ago was for them to earn money to buy you presents?"

"If that isn't the sweet thing!" Iris squeals.  "Jamey said that Zeph was so helpful.  He wanted to help with everything.  So what did they get you?"

Her fingers tap along her neck, showing off her new pink diamond necklace, "This is from Otto.  Zephyr picked me out a new Tom Ford perfume, it's rose scented and the bottle is pink.  Archer picked out some new Louboutin's for me, with the sales associates help, and Brooks wanted some macarons, so he got a bunch of them."

"They got paid very well, huh?" her mother comments with a laugh.  "Your dad said Brooks did so good, helped bring him files all day."

"I'm just curious," you sit forward, your toes already finished when you look at Story.  Most would think she is a spoiled brat, and while she's spoiled, her and Carter are also the most giving.  "What did Carter get you?  Other than today."

"He's not finished, but everyday it was either a gift from him or the boys.  Got some new earrings, a new Birkin."

"I thought you only got those when you had a baby," the last time Aster had been in the tower closet, she noted that there was a lot more bags than babies.

"Well this one was a custom pink," she raises an eyebrow at Story.  Still avoiding her question.  "When Carter is frustrated at work, I help him wind down, and he feels guilty afterwards.  Mama gets a new Birkin.  It's become quite the bargaining tool."

"Story Rose Drysdale," her mother chastises.

"Oh good grief.  Don't act like dad has pushed you to your limits, to see how far he can take you over the edge until you pass out," Kitten covers her eyes but nods.  "Okay, that just means I get a gift, and the bags seem to be his go to, right now. "

"What else?  I'm just living vicariously through you right now.  Jamey's love language is not buying me things.  Ooh more mimosas!" bringing a cart, Sophia helps pour everyone a drink, a bubbly non-alcoholic pink drink for Story.  For anyone who didn't know, would assume she was pregnant, but that is not a tell-tale sign for Story.

"Prada sunglasses, a Target gift card, a new Chanel skirt and jacket, you know the usual."

"Yeah, what's the lingerie look like?" you giggle at her.  It took awhile, but she finally brought you to her closet and the vault.  Carter loved some lingerie for Story.

"I don't know.  I get that tonight.  I only get that the night of my birthday.  It's like a gift to himself for all the hard work he's done.  He doesn't do this every year, it's just a big year."

"You're thirty-one.  This is most definitely not a big year, that was last year," Aster holds up her flute, followed by everyone else.  "So did he give you the big gift?  He always gets you a big one."

"He hasn't and wouldn't tell me.  Told me that this one is the gift that keeps on giving."

"He's about to fuck another baby in you."

"Lucy!"

"Oh, you're all thinking it.  You haven't got your girl yet.  As much as you want a girl, you can't deny that you two make some pretty boys," Story looks down at her phone and sees a message from Carter saying he's coming in for his last gift, that the gift couldn't stay, but there was also a dessert bar waiting for them and the staff when they were finished.  

Story watches the door to see her husband carrying a bright pink box, looking like a dream in his suit.  Thankful for tonight when she can give her his own gift later.  "My Queen," he says handing her the box.  It doesn't take long to realize this isn't a normal box, because it moved.

"What did you do?"

"Open it," he giggles at her.  Story lifts the lid to see a corgi puppy with a pink bow around her.

"Oh my goodness," squealing she lifts the dog out of the box, her name tag dangling on a pink rose, "Princess Buttercup?" Story looks up at Carter, standing on her tippy toes, she gives him the biggest kiss.  Her sisters and you in the background whistling.  It's sick how much in love these two are.

"The castle is getting a bit overrun with boys, even Ollie.  And what is better fitting for a queen than a corgi?"

"Carter, she's adorable," Buttercup licks at Story's hand, and she lifts her up to get a good look at the puppy, a bit worried now, but no matter.  Buttercup is perfect.  "I love her, and I love you."

"Love you, too.  Give me the puppy, the boys are already at the estate for your 'surprise' party, and you ladies each have a gift as well.  Make sure to wear it for tonight.  Enjoy the dessert bar," never getting enough, he peppers kisses all over Story's face, "I'll see you tonight," he whispers.  "The boys are being split up between your family.  It's me and you tonight, honey," he presses a hand on her belly, "And you are ready for number five."

You shouldn't have been surprised that Carter had gotten you a gift, but what you were surprised was that each of the dresses for everyone was curated to each woman's style.  Even hair and makeup was provided.  Aster had leaned in a bit to give Story a quick whisper before you six walk out to the pearly pink limo.  "You need to quit with the pink," Lucy deadpans before climbing in.

"I did not ask for this."

The limo drives you guys to the estate, and like you assumed, Carter and the boys are outside waiting on Story.  All of them giving her hugs, Archer and Brooks nearly clinging to her, while Ransom holds on to the newest Baizen member.  Cradling Buttercup like a baby, and playing with her little paws.  "She's so soft," he answers his wife when she stares at him oddly.  Ransom was never a dog man.  

The boys comment on their moms shoes, and choice of jewelry, Zephyr even commenting on how good his mama smelled throughout the evening.  Too soon, she and Carter go to give hugs and kisses to their boys, and to Buttercup, because Ransom said she needed time with her Papa too, before they head out to the castle.

As soon as they cross the threshold, he calmly leads them to their bedroom, making note of the last present.  "I'll see you in a minute," his voice whispers on her neck, before leaving to go to the vault.  Story's fingers run over the pink silk, rolling her eyes, because Carter loves these little innocent pieces.  

Still keeping those sparkly Louboutin’s on she walks through the vault door, Carter greeting her in his own matching silk pink boxers, "Honey..."

"Thank you, babe.  This month was perfect.  What can I do to ever thank you?"

"Make me a daddy again," his lips nip along her shoulders, traveling up the column of her neck, "Maybe this time, we'll get our girl."

"Carter, babe?" Story pushes him back a little before grabbing his hand and placing it over her belly, "You're already going to be a daddy again," his eyes rapidly move across her face, before dropping to his knees.  His lips kissing along her barely swollen stomach.  He should have noticed.  Having her like this, he can only barely tell, but Carter studies Story.  "And we're still keeping the dog."

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Fluffy / Angsty request, possibly.

Otto and Ellie having a discussion with each other about biological fathers vs. actual fathers.

Comforting each other about the things they've heard regarding their 'real' dads and how awesome the ones who are there for them are. Kids over hear more than people think. Look at Abel asking about windows....

Aw! I love this, and Elli and Otto are so intuitive with each other, and best friends. And for them, even though Beck and Carter aren't their biological father, it's still two different situations. With Otto he's never met Dayton, so Carter is the only thing he's ever known. He's met Dayton's parents. But with Ellie she's seen both sides. She loves her daddy so much, and she is so conflicted on why he isn't there for her like Beck. Like Beck would drop whatever it is he's doing to go help his Pumpkin!

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Just Need Both

Summary: Ellie and Otto talk

Pairings: Ellie X Otto

Rating: 🥺🥺

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 550

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“Hey, O,” Ellis says raising her eyes to look up at Otto. The two of them spending a bit more time together since his baby brother Zephyr had been born. He looks up from his painting and stares at the cousin everyone mistakes for his twin. “Do you ever think about him?”

“Who?”

“Your real daddy,” it takes a moment for Otto to even recognize what she’s talking about. Sure, he sees his grandparents. But it’s not for long. And it’s not often. “Your Dayton daddy.”

“Not weawwy. Mama has a pictuwe of him, and shows it to me. But Cawtew, he’s my daddy. That’s why I wanted his wast name.”

The two sit in silence for a moment, but Ellie doesn’t return to her painting, so Otto looks back up at her, “Ewwie what’s wong?”

“You know I love my daddy.”

“But there’s awways a weason he can’t see you?” she nods at him, and Otto sits and thinks for a moment. “I wike Mickey.”

“Him and mommy fight every time they see each other.”

“He doesn’t fight wif you.”

“No, is wrong of me to think Beck is my dad. Like real dad?”

Otto shakes his head no. Turning his body to look at her, “Cawtew is not my weaw dad, but he’s awways there. Beck is awways thewe fow you. He does things wif you. Makes sense. That’s what makes Cawtew my dad. He wuvs me.”

“What about with baby Z? That’s his real kid.”

“I am too.”

“No, like…Dayton is your real dad. Carter is Z’s real dad,” Otto shrugs his shoulders but keeps his eyes on Ellie. “He hasn’t changed?”

“Spends mowe time wif me now. I don’t think daddy’s awe who makes you wif youw mama, but who takes cawe of you, spends time wif you. Like Cawtew, I see him evewyday, unwess he has to go out of town, but he FaceTimes us evewyday.”

“But Dayton is dead. My daddy isn’t. Can I have two dads?”

“Hmm,” Otto puts a hand up to his chin thinking. “What about a daddy and a dad? Do you want Beck to be youw dad?”

“I want them both, but I see Becks more, and and if him and mommy have babies what if…?”

“Nope. Don’t think wike that.”

“What?”

“If Becks was going to tweat you diffewent Azzie wouldn’t be with him. That’s a twue stowy.”

“You think so?” she asks looking much more hopeful.

“I know so. Same wif mom. If Cawtew tweated me diffewent, she wouldn’t be wif him. Our moms don’t have to be wif them. They want them. They loooove them. But they love us diffewent. We’re apawt of them and gwew in theiw tummy. You saw Z move in mama’s belly. Fow a yeaw, he was in thewe. It’s diffewent with mamas and babies. And Papa and Mimi would kick them out. They would. Becks loves you though. He calls you pumpkin. Mickey loves you, too he’s just…”

“It’s okay Otto,” she tries to reassure him that him saying he wasn’t there didn’t affect her, but sometimes it does. Beck is always so excited to see her, and to pick her up from school, Mickey comes around, and they have fun. But he doesn’t even call everyday. “I miss him. Becks isn’t my daddy.”

“And youw daddy isn’t Becks. You just need both of them. And it’s okay to have both. Evewyone is diffewent. Evewy famwly. My daddy has been with my mama before I was born. Iwis and James only have Posie, and can’t have more. Blade has too many desserts. Wucy has to find someone who wants to be with satan fiwst.”

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