#(Daddy/Mommy/Husband/Wife Material)

[icryaboutit]

Strawberry Party!

SUMMARY: What happened at the end of Chapter 1

TAGS: Fluff, Baker Fae!Yuu/BF!Yuu/Patissier Fae!Yuu, Male Yuu, Heartslabyul chapter

WORD COUNT: 1,996 words

After the whole Overblot with Riddle Rosehearts, Yuu had been in peace doing school work and keeping Grim in Line.

"Yuu~!"

"Hey, Ace! You can't just burst in the Prefect's dorm as you please!"

And just like that Yuu's peace was broken.

"What is it you two? Causing so much ruckus early in the morning, Rosehearts would have scolded you two."

"Scold us later, remember the promised Unbirthday Party?"

Ace questioned, a cheeky grin on his face.

"*Sigh* How can I forget? That was also the same day you punched Rosehearts and the day of his overblot."

"Geez! No need to bring up ancient history... But anyways, it's today at three pm sharp, and you're invited!"

Yuu mused at this, a smile gracing his face.

"I see... Do I need to bring something with me? A gift?"

"Nah~ This is a sorry party for what he had said and done, so no need to bring any gifts!"

"Okay then, You two should head to your classes soon, I was exempted by Crewel-sensei after passing one of his hardest quizzes."

"Tch, you're definitely the favorite."

"Ace!"

"What? It's the truth!"

Yuu chuckled at their interaction, he reached both of his hands to place it on their heads.

"Grim is by the couch sleeping, bring him along with you, and hurry up. Crewel-sensei will get angry if you arrive late."

He said ruffling their hair before retracting his hands. Yuu looked amused at their flustered expression.

"Even though Ace said I didn't need to bring anything... It'll be rude to do so right?"

Yuu muttered to himself as he got all the ingredients and tools ready.

"And besides, Ace had punched Rosehearts really hard. This will do well as a sorry gift."

*Snap*

With a snap of his fingers, every thing was set up.

"Okay, so first..."

Yuu grabbed a bowl of strawberries and poured them into the saucepan, and proceeded to pour in a small cup of sugar, before opening the stove on low heat and mixing the two ingredients carefully.

As Yuu let go of the rubber spatula, it continued to mix it self as Yuu did the other things that needed to be done.

He went to another stove and began to melt some butter at the right temperature, left it alone as he went to grab a set of whole cookies, placed it in some plastic bag, and proceeded to mash it up using the counter tap, as he repeatedly smashed the cookies, making it into crumbs.

He then took them out and placed them in a bowl, before going to the stove and shutting it off, and getting the melted butter to pour it on the cookie crumbs. He then began to gently mix the two ingredients together.

Hearing the strawberries begin to cackle more, he let go of the spatula to cut some lemon, and at the same time, the spatula began mixing by itself like before.

He squeezed the lemon into a cup, once it all got squeezed in, he began to pick out the fallen lemon seeds, before heading to the stove with the lemon juice in hand. Pouring only the right amount of lemon juice, Yuu left it to stir as he went back to preparing other things.

At this point, the previous mixture of cookie crumbs and melted butter was now patted down by a spatula and the bottom of a floating cup., by the floating spatula, as instructed by Yuu.

Seeing that everything was set, Yuu placed it in the freezer as he dealt with another task. He got out some cold water, and poured it in a rectangular bowl, before adding gelatin into it. He then proceeded to place it in the refrigerator to cool before going to do another task.

He took out a huge glass bowl, and there he smashed some cream cheese with a whisk, flattening it down like he did for the mold, stirring it repeatedly to make it more liquid-like.

Just like before, Yuu left the whisk to do its thing as he came back for the strawberries that were still being stirred by the rubber spatula. Looking at it, Yuu hummed in satisfaction, turning off the stove, and taking control of the spatula.

He then began to pour the contents of the saucepan, at an already-readied tool, to help filter out the chunks. Yuu mixed the contents as they fell on a clear bowl. After that, he placed a clear plastic wrap on top of it and chilled it in the freezer.

Finishing that, he went and grabbed the remaining lemon juice, and poured it into the mixture of cream cheese, before taking back control of mixing it.

***

Placing down the spatula, Yuu flicked his hand. At that, the fridge opened, and out came the rectangular bowl that you had placed the gelatin in the fridge, as the door closed.

With a swish of his index finger, the rectangular thin-shaped gelatin floated and got gently squeezed, to drain out excess water, before placing it in a smaller ceramic bowl.

It then floated in his hands, Yuu held it as his hand slightly glowed red-orange. The gelatin in the ceramic cup then turned into a liquid, that was poured into the cream, cheese mixture.

***

Yuu went back to the fridge to get out the strawberry that he had placed in the freezer and poured it into the thick substance in the clear bowl. (While he does that, a floating electric mixer, was mixing some heavy cream, in another clear bowl.)

Mixing it thoroughly, the color of the contents in the bowl began to change because of the strawberry puree in the mix. After some mixing, he grabbed the heavy cream that had been mixed and added it to the bowl he was mixing.

After that, another set of mixing went on before the mold with the cookie crumbs was in came out from the freezer, and floated next to the clear bowl.

Yuu began to pour an even amount of the contents of the clear bowl and, he placed down the bowl, as he shook the mold slightly which now contained some creamy content side ways gently, to even it out before he Yuu let go of it, and started floating back to the freezer.

***

Yuu poured in the last bits of the creamy mixture, with an obviously darker pink color, before finally putting it in the freezer, and setting up a 2-hour timer.

Yuu used that time to cut up some of his excess strawberries for decorations. And used the remaining time to bathe.

***

2 hours passed, and Yuu finally took out his creation from the freezer. He already had prepared a steamed towel for an easy release of the mold.

Finally lifting the mold, revealed different types of shades of pink, all in a perfect circular line. This was further perfected by Yuu flattening out the sides of the cake.

Huffing in satisfaction, Yuu took out the pre-cut strawberries from the fridge and designed the top of the cake.

As he placed the finishing touches, a knock from the entrance was heard.

"Prefect~! I came to fetch you up for the Unbirthday Party!"

The familiar voice of Cater exclaimed, from outside.

"Wait just a bit, Cater-san!"

"Okie Dokie!"

Taking out a box that he had gotten from Sam's. He assembled the plain cardboard and placed the cake inside so that no outside elements could ruin the cake.

After all of that was done, Yuu made his way to greet Cater.

***

Yuu came to the Unbirthday Party holding a box and in a different set of clothing.

It turned out, that the reason why Cater came to get Yuu was because the Adeuce duo were busy painting roses and cleaning up... Well, The other Caters too...

The Heartslabyul students were so busy, that Cater needed to create multiple clones of himself so that he could personally get you.

***

"Hm? What is that Yuu?"

Rosehearts, who finally noticed the box on the table just in front of Yuu after the whole painting of the roses and tart failure shenanigans happened, questioned.

"Ah right! This is for you Rosehearts. A sorry cake for Ace's stupidity."

"Hey!"

"A cake?"

Rosehearts repeated ignoring Ace's outburst. Yuu handed the cake to Rosehearts, and the other boy accepted it with gratitude.

"Thank You, prefect."

"Didn't we agree that no helping him Yuu?!"

'You can bake henchman?!"

"I didn't help him bake an apology tart though? And yes Grim, I can bake."

"That's not what I meant!"

As Yuu and Ace exchanged some words, Rosehearts began to open the box. His eyes widened when he saw the cake inside.

"Woah..! You made this prefect?!"

Such an outburst was enough to catch everyone's attention of everyone. Now everyone's eyes were on the cake Yuu brought.

"Holy moly~! Now that's magicamable! Let me take a pic Riddle!"

Cater didn't even wait for Rosehearts's reply, as he was already all over the cake while taking different angled pictures.

"You could bake the whole time?!"

"Mow Ace-"

NO! You could have helped us immediately but nooo!"

Ace gripped both of Yuu's shoulders, as he shook them. Yuu didn't seem to care though, letting himself get shaken. Until Deuce stops him.

"Oh c'mon, Ace! Even if the prefect can bake, it wouldn't mean he can also bake tarts."

"Actually I can-"

"SEE! He could have helped US!!"

"Correction! YOU, he could have helped YOU. Not us, I nor Yuu had any ties with your punishment and had clearly no reason to help you for your mistakes."

Deuce who spoke, made Ace look at him in bewilderment.

"The hell you acting all mature n' stuff? You hit your head or something?"

"The hell-!?"

"Amazing..! Can you tell me how you made them prefect? If not it's fine."

"Nah, I can tell you, I'll even give you the recipe if you want."

"Really?! That'll be great! Thank You!"

As Ace and Deuce argued, Yuu and Trey were in their own world, Cater was done taking pictures and was already picking the greater-angled ones to post to Magicam.

Rosehearts amongst the loud crowd looked at the cake in awe. It was unlike any cake presentation he had seen. It looked so simple, yet alluring for him.

"Don't you want to try it Rosehearts?"

Yuu who spoke, snapped out Rosehearts from his own world. His eyes that once looked at the cake now looked up to the people, who looked at him for his answer.

"If ya don't want it, then I'll gladly have it! My henchman was the one to make it after all!"

Grim who was about to pounce on the cake was stopped by Yuu, who proceeded to scold him.

Seeing this, Rosehearts let out an amused huff, before taking a knife to cut a piece of cake to put on his plate. Placing the knife down, Rosehearts looked at his perfectly portioned piece for a second, before grabbing a fork to eat the cake with.

Everyone, most especially Yuu, waited in anticipation, as Rosehearts placed a piece of cake in his mouth.

Roseheart's eyes widened, the fresh taste of strawberry was very much welcomed. The cool temperature was also a refreshing treat for a sunny afternoon tea. The soft texture of the cream he had tasted, melted into his mouth despite the cool taste, and the crunchy underlayer only enhanced the flavor of it!

"Delicious! How did you bake such a cool and fresh-tasting cake prefect!? It is unlike any cake I've ever tasted!"

Rosehearts exclaimed as he stared into Yuu's eyes with genuine delight and curiosity. Yuu dare even say it sparkled like the night stars.

"Pff- Hahahahaha~! I'll tell you after the Unbirthday Party. I already promised Trey to tell him later too, so just enjoy the cake Riddle. You deserve it."

Riddle who was caught off guard by the sudden call of his first name only smiled.

"Okay, Yuu."

[kquil]

REMUS LUPIN | 23:59 ⏤"SHE'S MY WIFE"

SUM. : you bring remus his lunch with your daughter and come face to face with a new, very rude, intern

TAGS. : fluff ; modern au ; muggle au ; ceo remus ; wife reader ; reader is sooooo wifey ; remus is husband material too ; remus is also ceo material! ; daughter oc (emily) ; remus is daddy ; reader is mommy ; rude intern ; dorcas makes an appearance ; we love her

LENGTH : 1.1k

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“Oh!” you smile at the new, young face you see at the front desk, having walked into the company building not too long ago with Remus’ lunch tucked away in your bag as your daughter marches forward in front of you, “Good noon,” Remus had briefly spoken about a new intern shadowing at the front desk earlier in the morning when you had breakfast together; you suppose that this was her. She looked very much like the part, professionally dressed and neat as a pin, though her level of make up was questionable. 

Despite your cheerful and friendly greeting, you were met with silence, suspecting eyes and straight, thin lips that were ever so slightly frowning. It was such an unfamiliar reaction that you were stunned into silence yourself, the tension and lack of a greeting back causing awkwardness to fill the air. You were so used to being received kindly by the usual staff that you didn’t know what to do with yourself when the new worker didn’t reply in kind. 

“Well?” she almost snaps, rather rudely. Her eyes weren’t on you but rather on your daughter, Emily, who stared warily up at her and clutched at your long, flowy skirt with unease.

“I-I’m sorry?” you stutter, further stunned by her discourtesy, your hand moving to cup the back of your daughter’s head as she presses her frightened face into your thigh. 

“Do you have an appointment or not?” she finally snaps and your brows furrow. The clock displayed on the wall behind her indicated that you were right on time for a shift change between the secretaries, with the former assistants going on lunch break and their succeeding secretaries arriving soon to take their place. Usually the exchange was seamless; you wonder what the issue was today. 

“Oh, no, I’m just here to—” she cuts you off with an exaggerated sigh and a roll of her eyes. 

“If you don’t have an appointment then why are you here?” her rude tone continues and she keeps cutting you off, “Do you want me to pass on a message? Want me to refer you to an office? Would you like me to make you an appointment? Tell me already, I don’t have all day,” you had been trying to inform her with every question she posed about your visit but she cut you off each time. Considering that she was the new intern, you were willing to excuse her behaviour due to her lack of experience but her candid judgement of you and your daughter made your blood boil. 

“You are very rude for someone who’s supposed to be the first representative people interact with when they enter—”

She narrows her eyes dangerously and leans over the counter somewhat, but you stand your ground, “That’s none of your business, my job is none of your business, just answer the question,” at this point, your dear Emily was tugging at your skirt and whining softly for comfort, to which you immediately swooped down to lift her into your warm arms. 

“It is my business,” because this is my hardworking husband’s company, you wanted to say but were never one to make such entitled comments. 

“How—?!” you cut her off as she had done to you multiple times. 

“—and it would do you some good to sort out the poor attitude before it lands you in trouble,” 

Just as she opens her mouth to speak again, a familiar face comes into view and moves behind the desk also — it was one of the secretaries who was familiar with your regular visits to the company, Dorcas. 

“Good afternoon! Sorry for my tardiness,” Dorcas greets with a cheerful smile as the intern scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Here for the usual visit, I see,” you smile, shoulders easing with relief as Dorcas winks at you before cooing at Emily, “and how are we today, little Emily?” You and Dorcas focus your attention on your daughter, who smiles happily and looks as relieved as you, especially at the sight of Dorcas, a familiar, friendly face. The two converse for a moment, Dorcas asking her how school was and if she’s been well-behaved, whereby Emily responds articulately, demonstrating her smartness and politeness with a few, soft-spoken words. You were proud of her, she’s just like her father, intelligent, sweet and timid but also with a passionate flame burning deep inside that was just waiting to come to fruition. 

“This is a regular thing?” the intern speaks up with the same audacious tone of voice, effectively cutting the sweet moment between your daughter and Dorcas short. 

“Of course it is,” Dorcas narrows her eyes at the intern, a silent warning for her use of tone, especially in front of Emily. 

“Daddy!” Emily suddenly squeals in your arms and all three of you turn to see your smiling husband walking away from the closing elevator. At this, you place Emily down and she goes racing towards her father. 

“There’s my little girl!” Remus laughs and takes a knee with his arms spread wide open, ready to catch your daughter in his embrace. Using the momentum from her eager sprint to be in his arms, Remus swings her around playfully before tucking her into his side and on his hip, where he kisses her forehead after swiping away her stray baby hairs with his fingers. Watching the touching exchange, you smile warmly and hug Remus around the waist when he finally makes his way over to pull you close and kiss your temple, “hello, dove,” his voice is like sweet honey and it pulls you even closer to him. 

“Good afternoon, darling,” you greet in return, your smile bright and devoid of any bitterness towards the rude intern.

“I thought you two hadn’t arrived yet,” he nods towards the clock behind the front desk, it was well past your usual, punctual visits as you were never one to be tardy, “you’re never this late for lunch, did something happen?” his brows furrowed with worry and you smile at his concern but find it hard to form the words. Instead, you simply refocus your attention and meet the eyes of the new intern behind the desk once more. She had become considerably pale, looking white as a ghost. 

“Sh-she’s—” the intern stutters as Remus’ eyes harden on her. 

“She’s my wife,” his voice didn’t waver at the declaration and he pulls you closer to emphasise your standing, “is there a problem?” there was considerable threat behind his words and the intern was left speechless but also fearful, “because there better not be,” you wanted to speak up throughout the entire exchange but there was nothing for you to say, if she didn’t get her attitude sorted after this confrontation, you wouldn’t dare think about where her life’s trajectory will point to. 

“Let’s go have lunch, darling,” you finally speak up, which, thankfully, Remus relents to. 

A few days after the exchange, the intern supposedly dropped out of the internship program. Not by her volition however. 

A/N : i haven't written for remus in a while so excuse the rustiness. hopefully, you darlings can agree with me on the fact that remus x ceo au is a great combination, right?

NAVI.

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[cameronsprincess]

Breastfeeding!kink with husband!rafe 🫠🫠🫠

this has been on my mind since you sent it, nonnie😮‍💨🙏🏼

CW: smut! 18+ only! husband!rafe, breastfeeding kink, mommy/daddy kink, slightly sub!rafe, tit and nipple play, lap grinding, praise.

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you had just gotten you and rafe’s son down for bed, finally making your way back into your shared bedroom to find your husband.

“i’ve been thinkin…” rafe says as you quietly shut the bedroom door.

you turn, a smile on your face when you find him sat in the large bed, back against the headboard.

“what about?” you ask, slowly walking toward the bed.

rafe pushes himself up, turning in the bed so his feet hung off the side. he slowly rubs the palms of his hands up and down his sweatpant-clad thighs. he seems nervous, of what? you’re not sure, but you know your husband, and whatever’s on his mind has him nervous.

“i- i uh.. i was thinkin- fuck, this is harder than i thought.”

you smile softly, moving to stand between his parted legs. “c’mon baby, you know you can ask me anything, tell me anything.” you reassure him.

his gaze moves down to your chest, a fire burning in his blue eyes as he drinks in your swollen, milk filled tits. your face heats up as you run run your fingers through his messy hair, pulling his attention away from your tits and back on your face. his blue eyes have darkened, causing a pool of arousal to soak your thin, silk sleep shorts.

“i.. well i wanna suck on your titties mama. i miss havin’ them in my mouth, and i- fuck.. what i’m trying to say is, i want you to.. to feed me.”

your lips part, your breath hitching in the back of your throat. rafe has always joked about drinking your breast milk, but he’s not done it yet. you know it’s completely normal to be curious what breast milk tastes like, or to wanna drink it because it is good for you, but hearing rafe ask you to feed him? it has your knees turning into jello and your pussy throbbing at the thought.

“you.. you wanna breastfeed?” you ask him, your fingers tangling into his messy hair, pulling just a bit to force his eyes back on yours.

rafe’s lips curve slightly at the corners, “fuck yeah i do, i think it’d be so hot, don’t you mama?”

you bite down on your bottom lip, eyes searching his for any hint of sarcasm, but you see nothing but fire, lust and truth behind his bright blue eyes.

“if that’s what you want, daddy, then i’m fine with it.”

rafe’s smile grows, his large hands gripping at your thighs and pulling you closer into him. he runs his hands up your thighs slowly, reaching the hem of your tank top. he pulls the tight material up and over your head, exposing your bare chest. his eyes heat up as they scan your chest, and his dick twitches in his sweats when your nipples harden.

“fuck, mama, i fuckin’ love these tits.” he groans, his hands reaching up to palm both breasts.

he lightly squeezes at them, pinching your nipples between his fingers and rolling them around, causing you to hiss in a breath. you’re so full, and it kind of hurts, but you can’t deny the jolt of pleasure that shoots straight through your body, making your already soaked pussy throb.

“c’mere mama, sit in my lap.”

you quickly obey, climbing into your husbands lap, straddling him. rafe turns his body on the bed, his hands on your ass and keeping you in place so you move with him.

he gently grabs your tits again, softly kneading them in his hands, loving the sweet sounds that flow freely from your lips as he does.

“rafe… please?” you beg, wanting— no needing — to feel his lips wrapped around your sensitive nipples.

“my wife is so needy, yeah? want me to suck on these pretty nipples, drink mommy’s milk?”

“pl-ease.” you whimper.

“whatever you want, sweetheart.”

a loud moan escapes you when rafe’s tongue flicks at your nipple. he lets out a slow breath, his cock twitching underneath you. “fuck, grind on my lap, mama. please.” rafe begs.

you have no issue giving him what he wants. you begin moving your hips against his lap, the soaked material of your shorts rubbing against his hard cock through his sweatpants.

he groans, dipping his head down and flicking his tongue against your nipples again before finally sucking the right one into his mouth. you moan, throwing your head back as rafe continues to suck on your nipple.

he sucks and licks, loving the way you sound and how your hips sloppily grind against his covered cock while he drinks the milk from your tits. releasing your nipple from his mouth with a pop, his heated blue eyes find yours again.

“tastes so fucking good, mama. fuckin’ obsessed with everything about you.”

your fingers find his hair again, tugging at it when he reattaches his lips to your left nipple this time. you grind your pussy against his dick harder, loving the way it feels as he sucks on your nipples, drinking your milk. you never thought this would be something you’re into, but rafe has proved he can easily make you love anything.

his dick twitches underneath you and he groans, sucking harder. his eyes are squeezed shut, his fingers harshly digging into your hips as he cums, making a mess of his boxers and sweats.

rafe continue to suck on your nipples, switching back and forth between both sides before he finally releases them from his lips. his heavy breathing fills the large bedroom, his heavy eyes on yours as a smile forms on his lips.

“thank you, mama. i fuckin’ love you.” he groans before sucking your right nipple back into his mouth, drinking more of your milk.

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[sytoran]

home is where the heart is ★ profile

IN WHICH your married life with Natasha Romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. With your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (And ultimately, very horny.)

SERIES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST

Y/N L/N (the beefcake)

YOU are known as 'mama' to the kids, and 'daddy' to natasha. would literally lay your life down for your kids and wife. raging butch, gym rat, handiman around the house, occasionally helping with cooking and cleaning as well. you're also the CEO of L/N-Corp worldwide media, with a degree in being husband material. you like it when natasha calls you handsome, a service top to the end of time. but at the end of the day, you're just ken, hopelessly in love with your wife and worshipping the very ground she walks on.

NATASHA ROMANOFF (the milf)

NATASHA is known as 'mommy' to the kids and you. epitome of housewife milf, with her clean fashion and reading glasses and soft tummy you never fail to squish. she's the stricter parent, with a firm but patient parenting style. as much as she can resist the kids' puppy dog eyes, she always falls for yours. down bad for your beefiness. peak wife material - she's teaching the kids the piano, the food she cooks is literally orgasmic. your darling angel pillow princess. she's the barbie to your ken, the black cat to your golden retriever, the only one for you till the end of time.

MARINA (the peacemaker)

MARINA is your oldest daughter, ten years of age but wise beyond her years. her name is of russian descent, meaning "of the sea". marina is a quiet kid, more calm and laid-back like natasha. you think your daughter is a secret genius, as she's topped her class since first grade, and has an amazing affinity for languages and the arts. the first time you read one of her poems, you started crying. (it was titled 'the sun' and was about how much she adored you, for the record.) marina is such a responsible big sister, though she sometimes struggles with the lack of attention she gets because of her younger siblings.

EMILIA AND EMILIO (the troublemakers)

EMILIA is the older twin, five years-old and ready to rock the world. her name is also of russian origin and means 'eager'. she's more tomboyish than her older sister, disliking dresses and being weirdly obsessed with checkered bermudas. she's a little unorganised, but emilio keeps her in check. they balance each other out, after all. emilia is completely selfless and entirely loveable, just this shining bundle of joy in your life. she loves football too! you play it with her and emilio on the weekends.

EMILIO is the younger twin by fourteen minutes (which his older sister never fails to tease him about). they share the same name meaning, which is rather fitting. this five year-old is loud, unapologetic, and aspires to be a dinosaur. he really likes pterodactyls, okay? he's a mommy's boy, always curled up in natasha's arms when he's not busy exploring the world. his fated enemy is mathematics, so you have to fight world wars in order to get him to do his addition and subtraction. just a cheeky little guy who thinks the world of his sisters and moms.

SERIES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST

first time making actual ocs with names and stuff! what are your thoughts on this lively family....

© 𝐒𝐘𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍 2024 ━ do not copy, edit or translate my works

[eternal-echoes]

The poll

I don't think it's just that; I think more and more people are realizing that every child deserves a mother and a father and legalizing gay marriage deliberately deprives a kid of one of them. Orphans and children of single parents always long for their missing parents.

While there are unfortunate circumstances like death of a parent or divorcing an abusive spouse that makes it inevitable, ultimately since children are made through the biological union of a man and woman, their spiritual relationship with them should be preserved.

Since we're not just a material being, we're also of both body and soul. Not Cartesian dualism but Hylomorphism where the union of body and soul makes one nature.

The only two ways a gay couple can have a baby is either through surrogacy and/or adoption. Along with its ethical concerns with buying a baby, a gay couple taking a newly born baby from his/her mother is depriving that child with the much needed bonding time with the mother (i.e. breastfeeding, cuddling, etc). It's illegal to sell a puppy within 8 weeks of birth because it would be too cruel to separate it from its mother,* then how much more devastating would it be when it comes to a human child? And a child's need for a mother doesn't stop when he/she no longer needs to be breastfed, the mother is essential for the child's emotional maturity as well.

Here is a video of Ryan T. Anderson back in 2014. I'll highlight some important points but the whole video is really good.

Marriage exists to unite a man and a woman as husband and wife to then be equipped to be mother and father to any children that that union produces. It's based on the biological fact that men and women are distinct and complementary, it's based on the anthropological truth that reproduction requires a man and a woman, it's based on the social reality that children deserve a mother and a father. ... Marriage is the institution that different cultures and societies, across time and place, developed to maximize the likelihood that that man commits to that woman, and then the two of them take responsibility to raise that child. Part of this is based on the reality: there's no such thing as parenting in the abstract; there's mothering and there's fathering. Men and women bring different gifts to the parenting enterprise. Rutgers sociologist professor David Popenoe writes, "The burden of social science evidence supports the idea that gender differentiating parenting is important for human development and the contribution of fathers to childrearing is unique and irreplaceable." He then concludes, "we should disavow the notion that mommies can make good daddies, just as we should disavow the popular notion that daddies can make good mommies. The two sexes are different to the core and each is necessary, culturally and biologically for the optimal development of a human being." ... The impact of marriage. So why does marriage matter for public policy? Perhaps there's no better way to analyze this than looking to our own president, President Barrack Obama: "We know the statistics that children who grow up without a father are five times more likely to live in poverty and commit crime, nine times more likely to drop out of schools, and 20 times more likely to end up in prison. They're more likely to have behavioral problems or run away from home, or become teenage parents themselves. And the foundation of our community are weaker because of it." ... President Obama sums it up very well: what we've seen in the past 50 years since the War on Poverty began, is that the family has collapsed. At one point in America virtually every child was given the gift of a married mother and father, those numbers right now: it's more than 50% of Hispanics children are born outside of wedlock, more than 70% of African Americans are born outside of wedlock. And the consequences for those children are really serious. The State's interest in marriage is not that it cares about my love life, or your love life, or anyone's love life just for the sake of romance. The State's interest in marriage is ensuring that those kids have fathers who are involved in their lives. ... If the biggest social problem we face right now in the United States is absentee dads, how will we insist that fathers are essential when the law redefines marriage to make fathers optional? ... Think about the social consequences if that's the direction the slippery slope in which marriage redefinition would go. For every additional sexual partner I have, and for the shorter lived those relationships are, the greater the chances that I create children with multiple women, without commitment with either to those mothers or to those kids. It increases the likelihood of creating fragmented families and then big government will step in to pick up the pieces with a host of welfare programs that truly drain the economic prospects of all of our states. ... So for all those reasons this is why the State and all states have an interest in preserving the definition of marriage as a union, permanent and exclusive of a man and a woman.

Also an article supporting some of Ryan T. Anderson's points:

It’s worse to be raised by a single mother, even if you’re not poor.

The reason for this is that fathers tend to be the disciplinarian in the family. They provide the moral framework in his children's lives.

Reminder that even though the Catholic Church does not support gay marriage, it doesn't mean that she hates gay people. There is a ministry called Courage International where people with same-sex attractions are encourage to live chaste and holy lives.

*Original wording taken from here.

[teewritessmth]

hey tee

just got to say i love ur writing sm, but i was wondering if you could write an aj fic, im not bothered about what it is but you don’t have as many aj fics. just a thought so, you don’t have to tho.

i love ur writing and you seem so nice and genuine 💋💋

thank you

Hey hun, I apologise to all Aj lovers (including me) but ya'll will see more Aj fics on my tumblr. Tysm for the nice words :((

A Glimpse of us

Summary : Aj takes up a job as a hairstylist for an afternoon.

Warnings : None

"This woman won't stop waffling, will she?"

Aj squints at his phone, trying to understand how the woman parted her hair and sectioned it.

"Are you sure you can do it, babe?"

You furrow your brows a little, concerned that your husband might tangle up your freshly washed hair.

"Babe I gotchu don't worry at all".

With a determined stance, Aj tries copying the tutorial exactly the way it was displayed, save for a few mishaps here and their. He's braided his sister's hair before, this would've been a walk in the park for him... Unfortunately there is a big difference in tending to your sister and tending to your wife.

He could've took out two or three strands of hair outta his sister's head, he doesn't care at all. But oh boy, he is NEVER going to try that with you.

He brushed your hair with gentle hands and smoothed it nicely. In fact he googled different ways to use your hair products so he'd be able to give it his 100%.

After half an hour, you sat in front of him with two French braids, they weren't perfect but for a guy who's never done hair on someone else properly... Aj actually killed it.

You kiss his cheek in gratitude as he flashes you his cute smile, amidst all of this...a little angel walks through the door.

"Ai whatchu doin here", Aj playfully questions his daughter as he picks her up and places her on his lap. Little Aisha wraps her tiny hands around her dad and leans on his chest mumbling something you couldn't hear.

"Guys if you two keep on being this cute and play dodgeball with my heart, I'm actually going to start bawling my eyes out". You quip at the duo that sat across you.

"I want braids too".

"Aww come to mommy, love. I'll braid your pretty hair".

"No".

Aj slaps his hand over his mouth to stifle his laugh.

"Huh? Why?"

You look up at her, confused that she refused your help.

"Daddy will do it".

"Ohhhh"

You pat her head, realising that your daughter has completely transformed into daddy's princess.

"Goodness, Aj she ditched me".

You mock sigh as you hand Aj the materials leaving the two of them to gossip while you go to get yourself a glass of water.

Aj highfives her and kisses the top of her head. He sits her down on the stool and allows her to decide the type of braid she'd like.

The room fill with giggles and jokes as the father and daughter spend their afternoon with each other's comforting presence.

[puddle-nerd]

The Adventures of Shopping

Summary: One of your lovers decides to slip something inside you during your trip to the mall. The other is only too happy to play with the controls. (Tonowari/Reader/Ronal)

Prompt 16 (Sex Toys) for my submission for LunasKinktober2023

Story Tags: No use of y/n, Female Reader, everyone is legal, Modern AU, Human Tonowari, Human Ronal, Polyamory, M/F/F, Established Relationship, Sex Toys, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Vibrators, Orgasm Control, Dirty Talk, In Public, Daddy Kink, Mommy Kink, Vaginal Sex, Squirting, Creampie

Part 2

It had been Ronal’s idea.

And when she wanted to do something, she usually got her way most of the time just because you and Tonowari were so hopelessly in love with her. It also explained why she had wanted you to wear a short skirt and a thong today before dragging you and her husband to the mall. So, when you entered the changing room of one of your favorite boutiques and Ronal slipped in right after you only a moment later, telling you to strip, who were you to argue? The older woman eyed you with a smirk, her blue eyes darkening as you removed your outer layer of clothes for her, leaving you in only your underwear.

“I said strip, little girl,” Ronal repeated herself, eyeing your panties with a raised brow and a cocky smile. You simpered and wiggled your hips as you slid the scrap of material slowly down your legs, watching her grin sharply in building lust. Ronal then reached into her little black purse and pulled out a love egg and a small tube of lube from the inside pocket. “Now…” she commanded, holding them both up for your inspection, “spread ‘em.” Putting your foot up onto the provided seat, you gave your female lover full access to your pussy, trying to control your breathing as she stroked her fingers through your damp folds to get you slick enough to press the lubed toy up inside of you. You quickly grabbed her face, smothering your moan as you kissed her hungrily. “Greedy,” she teased, nipping at your lower lip.

You couldn’t help yourself when it came to her.

Letting the egg settle inside of you, you trembled for a moment, whining, “Mommy,” as Ronal teased your clit with a couple of tantalizing touches before making sure your panties were settled around your hips once more.

“Be good for Mommy, little girl, and we’ll let you cum,” she insisted as she nudged your nose with hers, kissing you chastely this time.

When you both stepped out of the changing room, Tonowari smirked with a knowing brow raised in your direction before he slapped your backside lightly and leaned down to kiss his wife. Then, the two of them made you wait and your anticipation of whenever they would turn it on grew with each passing moment as you felt it inside of you.

The first vibrations started about twenty minutes later.

Your and Ronal’s fingers were intertwined and you had stopped to look at a dress for her through a display window for her upcoming gallery showing. As the egg turned on, you squeaked a little and your spine straightened, your grip on her hand tightening just a little as your cunt tingled from the sudden stimulation. The older woman shot you a perceptive glance and kissed your knuckles before dragging you into the store to try on the dress she wanted. You walked a little stiffer than normal as the egg vibrated pleasantly within your channel but no one looked too closely at you, just yet.

Tonowari just smirked at you, holding his phone as he touched the screen to change the tempo.

“What do you think of this one, little girl?” Ronal brought your attention towards her. She held up the bodycon dress she had been eyeing and you turned to look at the stylish black dress. It had a high neck and long sleeves, ending mid-calf but what made it special was that the whole left sleeve and a column from top to bottom had been exchanged for a sheer fabric with black polka dots.

You nodded, tightening your thighs together as the vibrations ramped up slightly. “You should definitely try it on,” you agreed, voice slightly strained, your body trembling before you spotted a different dress that your lover could also try. You stepped carefully over to it; this one was a full-length sheath dress in a slightly lighter black with a halter neck and a sequined peacock feather design draping down from the neckline and over either side of the bodice. “You could try this one on tooooo!” Your voice raised into a squeal as the vibrations increased much higher, suddenly, spine going even stiffer and your legs beginning to tremble, the blissful feeling inside your pussy causing pleasure to rake up your spine and heat to trickle through your limbs.

Ronal smirked but smacked at her husband to dial it back.

“Thank you, Mommy,” you whimpered quietly, trying to catch your breath, feeling the slick beginning to leak out of you. Ronal grinned and dragged you to the changing room, having you sit upon the bench while she stripped. You watched her avidly, clenching your thighs together as you took her in, biting your lips hungrily.

Even though Ronal was in her mid-forties, she was still absolutely sexy as fuck. And you happily told her as much when she caught you eye fucking her.

“Aren’t you the sweetest thing, little girl?” she purred, leaning down to kiss you softly. You happily met her lips, pulling her onto your lap and nuzzling your face into her lace covered breasts, sucking upon her nipple teasingly. She sighed, arching her back to allow your fun for a moment before she firmly grabbed your jaw, pulling you away from her, saying, “We can play later, greedy little thing.”

You nodded, muttering with a pout, “Yes, Mommy.”

Only to whine as the vibrations ramped up again.

Ronal chuckled, watching from your lap as you writhed in pleasure while her husband played with the mechanical pulsations and the tempo of the love egg buried in your cunt from outside the changing room. Her hopping off of your lap to slide on the first dress, eased the pressure, just a little. You rocked your hips back and forth upon the bench, seeking more friction as you began to climb higher and higher. “Oh, oh,” you whimpered, legs beginning to shake as the heat coiled hotly within your belly. Then you noticed her in the dress. “Oh, that’s so pretty,” you tried to get out, your pelvis grinding down upon the seat faster as the coil in your tummy tightened further.

“Stop,” your lover suddenly commanded and the vibrations ceased a second later. You whined as you forced yourself to halt your movements, legs trembling visibly with the effort as you staved off your climax. She gave you a sharp toothed smile and added aloud, “Good girl… Shall we go show ‘Wari?”

You nodded and slowly got up unsteadily, taking a moment to stabilize yourself and ignore the tightness of your pussy. Your need pulsed deep within you and all you wanted was to cum but from first hand experience, you knew they would draw it out. You clung to your male lover as Ronal modeled the first dress and then changed into the dress you had picked out for her, snuggling under his arm and trading a lazy kiss or two with him as you waited. One of his hands cupped your bottom beneath your skirt and you had to stifle a mewl as his fingers tugged provocatively on the cord of the egg. You squirmed against him, wanting to drag him into the changing room and fuck him but you couldn’t. You both knew you needed Ronal’s permission.

Ronal stepped out and modeled the second dress. Both of the outfits looked amazing on her so the older woman decided to get them both.

With her purchases in tow, Ronal suggested, “Let’s get lunch.”

The vibrations started up again the moment the three of you sat down at a round booth table and you bore your pelvis down into the seat cushion. “Oh,” you hissed, leaning against Ronal and sliding your fingers through Tonowari’s as they bracketed you in the booth. Your breathing got heavy as pleasure seeped through your veins again. Your male lover placed his phone on the table and you watched as he teased the vibrations up and down, feeling the effects of it making your pussy begin to clench.

You buried your face into his shoulder to stifle your panting, your legs shifting as your tried to surreptitiously garner more friction and get yourself closer to your peak. Ronal grabbed one of your knees and stoked the inside of your thigh teasingly, keeping you a little stiller.

“Be good, little girl,” she warned, smiling cooly at the waiter who came up to their table.

All throughout lunch, Tonowari and Ronal tortured you with the app connected to the love egg juddering inside of your quivering cunt as your pleasure rose higher and higher, only to drop as they lowered the settings back down, denying you of your climax. A couple of times, your noticed people giving the three of your strange looks, but that might have been because they also noticed you leaning on either of your lovers, kissing them occasionally as lunch was delivered to you. Or it could have been their tribal face tattoos.

That garnered attention, too.

You might have been a little more paranoid as you tried not to moan in pleasure continuously.

You were just finishing your meal when the egg somehow managed to shift deeper inside of your channel and you had to nearly swallow your tongue to not let out a high pitched mewl.

“Oh… F-f-fuck,” you whined, trembling and clinging to both of your lovers as the coil within you tightened further. “Fuck, I’m so close, Mommy,” you whimpered, burying your face into Ronal’s shoulder to try to conceal your lascivious actions from anyone else in the restaurant possibly looking your way. “Please let me cum now,” you hissed quietly, hips rocking back and forth in your seat. “Please, please, please!”

Tonowari glanced at his wife with a raised brow. Ronal reached beneath your skirt and ran her fingers through the slick dribbling out of you and stuck her fingers into her mouth. She smirked and gave the tiniest of head shakes, gesturing towards the exit instead as she licked her digits clean. He turned down the vibrations and smothered your whine of protest with a hungry kiss. “Just a little longer, little girl,” he promised. “Let’s pay the check and get out to the car, first.” You nodded shakily, clinging to his thick bicep as your shaky legs threatened to give out on you. He had to bodily lift you up into the back seat of his truck before he tossed his wife the keys. Settling into the backseat, Tonowari buckled in before pulling you into his lap, your spine to his chest and reached between your legs. “You’re so slick, little girl,” he purred. “Your panties are fucking ruined.”

You whined, bucking your hips into his touch, noticing Ronal situating herself into the front seat. Her husband maneuvered your legs to the outside of his and spread you wide, flipping up your skirt and showing off your soaked thong to her gaze in the rearview mirror.

“‘Wari’s been patient, hasn’t he, little girl?” the older woman asked, starting the engine before turning around and taking in the sight of you straddling her husband’s lap. “He’s been watching you be pleasured by the egg all day and not asking for anything in return. He should be rewarded, shouldn’t he?”

You swallowed, bobbing your head. “Yes, Mommy.”

“Go ahead and fuck her, ‘Wari,” Ronal commanded. She laughed a little viciously as her husband hastily pulled out his cock from his jeans, stiff and full. Tugging the egg out of your cunt, he stroked himself twice and then pulled you dripping cunt down onto his length. He hissed through clenched teeth.

The sudden stretch inside your clenched pussy had you crying out, nails biting into the seat on either side of his thigh. “Oh, fuck, Daddy,” you whined, grinding down on him. “So close. Please let me cum. Please, Mommy.”

Your lovers both chuckled at your desperation, Tonowari’s a little more strained than hers. “What do you think, Ronal? Has our little girl finally earned it?” Tonowari grunted, gripping your hips tightly and tugging you down onto his cock harshly. “Can she cum?”

You nodded, meeting Ronal’s gaze in the rearview mirror, pleading desperately, “Yes, please, Mommy. Please let me cum.”

The older woman grinned; her blue eyes dark as she drove towards home. She finally nodded, saying, “You’ve both been very good today. You can cum on Daddy’s cock, little girl, as he fills you up.” You sobbed in relief and rutted down onto Tonowari near frantically, chasing your orgasm as the pressure built higher and higher within you. He reached around your front and played with your clit as he shifted and found that one spot, hissing when you reached behind yourself and tugged at his hair lightly. You felt like you were on fire as the coil tightened within you. The movements of the truck as Ronal drove towards home as well as Tonowari controlling your movements so he could bully his way deep inside of you, it was all so much. Almost too much. You began to sob as you got closer and closer to your climax, grinding down onto his length and into his fingers. You ripped your top up and pulled at one of your nipples for even more stimulation.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”

You wailed, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your release crashed over you like a tsunami, unfurling in your belly like a hot wave and the pressure in your pussy exploding in an overwhelming gush of liquid releasing from your depths and spraying out of your cunt. You spine arched as you came harder than you’ve ever come before in your life, continuing to squirt as his cock bullied that spongey spot inside of you and his thumb ran circles over your clit, making your climax feel like it wasn’t ever going to stop. Your whole body shuddered and your eyes crossed, your pussy clamping down on Tonowari’s cock like a vice.

He snarled, tightening his grip and grinded you down upon him even faster, hissing, “Just a little more, little girl. Daddy’s almost there.”

He continued to work himself inside of you as you continued to feel the bliss racing throughout your limbs, slumping against him and mewling as he used your hole for his own pleasure. Ronal shifted within the front seat; her cheeks slightly pink but the look in her gaze hungry as she watched the show through the rearview mirror.

Finally, Tonowari groaned, pressing you harder down upon his cock and you felt the heat of his seed pour into you. You nuzzled his cheek and kissed him softly, humming softly as you two basked in the afterglow.

The rest of the ride was quiet until Ronal parked in the garage, cutting the engine.

Releasing her seat belt, she turned around to face both you and her husband and smirked sharkishly, reminding you both, “It’s my turn.”

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Originally Posted: 16 October 2023

Word Count: 2,500

AO3

@pandoraslxna, @eyweveng @teyamsatan @lovefrommeelise

[aconflagrationofmyown]

Sarge and lil Mama Headcanons

I’ve never done a headcanon post and am rather dissatisfied with this one, mostly because I’m itching to write full fledged, descriptive blurbs and fics elaborating on these highlights. But this way y’all will get a little taste and hopefully something will spark your interest as I’d welcome any prompts, requests and suggestions for which ones you’d like to see written out in full 🌹

Warnings: NSFW…breeding kinks, lactation kinks, gender roles, housewife kink, innocence kink, free use, lots of kids, withdrawal mentions, Army Elvis being a hot tamale

The attraction starts a little differently from the usual romance, this man thought of you as the sweet and kitchen-skilled daughter of a Memphian music producer until one day Gladys opened her mouth to tell her impressionable son something along the lines of: “now there’s a pretty gal who would make you a marvelous wife and mother to your children”

Ever after that, this poor young man can’t help but think of you in that context, laying beneath him as he breeds you, swelling with his children, giving him little heirs to Graceland and then the whole cycle begins again…the other girls and the starlets are hot stuff and they’re all great for romance and sex, but when he’s alone in his room he wrings his poor cock out to the thought of filling you with his children and binding you to him forever. His intentions towards you are so wholesome they’ve turned primal, and it takes him ages to work up the courage to ask your daddy for your hand

This asking gets precipitated by two events: his induction into the army and the death of his mother. Without her in his life he can’t fathom making a home across the ocean without a woman, his woman, the woman his mama pointed out and he’s been married to in his head for a humiliating length of time

I mean, sure you’ve been trying to be a comfort to him whenever you two interact since his mama’s passing, and maybe you took more baked goodies over to the big house than strictly necessary, but it was all to make him get off the floor and stop looking so hollow, to be there for Gladys’ son and your father’s friend.

Here he’s been wanking to the thought of you swollen with his kids while you’ve been baking pies, finishing school and keeping your expectations for romance low.

But had such a fixed determination regarding your role in his life he forgets how little you’ve been let in on the secret. He’s been keeping his behavior circumspect around you as he distrusts what his instincts might compel him to do if he caught you alone wearing a dress and that perfume that sends him nuts

So it’s a shock to not really be asked, but rather told that you’re gonna marry him, like it’s something you owe the nation -like jury duty or the draft

And see, it’s gotta happen soon since he’s leaving and he wants to bring ya overseas with him and -well, that’s how you end up three months later laying beneath the King of Rock and Roll as he takes your virginity and makes you his wife,

He definitely tells you why he wanted you that night, praises you for being wife material and you preen under the weight of his adoration.And he absolutely asks you, as you both sit on the edge of the bed with his hand in your hair: “do you know what mamas and daddies do when they got to bed, lil one?”

You don’t, not really, all the “conjugal advice” dear sweet freshly married you got from your mama was to “be good” for your husband. So by golly you do it, you’re beyond good for him that first night and he coaches you through his voice tender, grounding and soft as he shows you

Wide eyed and fuzzy headed from the heat of his hand on your thigh you hear him explain, “the daddy goes inside the mommy’s kitty, baby”

It’s all alright, he tells your doe-eyed self, he’ll show you how it’s done between man and wife before God’s watching eyes, “thas’ it… spread ya legs lil.. no not that way… no.. goddamn it hang on honey lemme help ya”

And sure, partway through you’re asking “really Elvis? You’re not pulling my leg are ya? You’re really supposed to go inside me?” And he’s all, “How else am I gonna plant babies in your womb, honey? Gotta go far up in or else they’ll just get lost in your belly, with the cake you ate.”

He’s a bit insecure about the fact he has been long besotted with you and you’re merely fond of him. And so, both to assuage any guilt he might have over possibly pressuring you and to make you prove you want this -he has you on top, has you do the first impaling of your own free will

And he makes it so good for you that first night -after all, he wants you to look forward to him merging with you, he wants you to want to take him as often as he wants to take you, wants you to crave being filled, to be dissatisfied every minute he’s not inside you

He’s the one to teach you everything about such matters and as you’ve no set parameter or established sense of what’s “proper” or “dirty” you soak up every wicked trick he shows you. He gets to mould you into the perfect wife, perfect for his cock and his tastes, taking him just how he wants, whenever he wants, and your sweet self is in shambles from how good his foreign activity feels.

Now the papers, they’re having a field day. The colonel makes certain this sudden change of status is used for full image rehabilitation effect, there’s heaps of praise for Elvis the Pelvis repenting of his wildness and settling down, embracing the role of a wholesome family man.

When you visit him at Fort Hood and show up in your little sundress to the accompanying sound of wolf whistles, he's knocked flat on his ass by the sight of your pretty body filled out and matronly, a glow about you that suggests that finally you have the little piece of the puzzle of you that was missing before -him, a little bit of him inside you at all times

He pulls you aside for a frantic chat, eyebrows drawn together as he huffs out, u could so a specific like “Lordy, baby you been walkin around like that? glowin with your tits all big and swollen… shit... ain’t nobody look at ya too long did they?” “no elvis” “good answer lil girl i was bouta bust some heads in”

You have those twins right before he has to go overseas, and he forgets himself he’s so anxious he nearly crushes your little hand during labor

Elvis is a mess because you aren’t fit to travel and he has to leave you behind, no amount of money getting thrown around can allow him to stay longer, so he leaves you tearful, promising to get you over with the rest of his family and entourage

A nasty bout of mastitis makes your sicker than ever and delays any impromptu flights you might have tried to take, and Elvis is so worried for you since not even his mama is back home to make sure you’ll be alright, you’re all alone when he promised that you’d always be together as a family

One of y’all’s long distance phone calls gets bugged and recorded, sold to the papers and let’s just say that while the rest of the nation is choking on their eggs while reading a printed transcript of y’all’s dirty talk in the morning papers, you and Elvis are besides yourselves with anger and frustration that even this little comfort and closeness has been taken from you

It also disillusions the public regarding Elvis’ supposed reformation of character, he always has looked like he knows how to fuck, and now there’s swelling proof of that fact in you

Christmas is just around the corner -his first without his mama- and you’re healed up and mad enough that you pull some strings of your own and haul Grandma Dodger and the twins to an international airport and fly to Germany in Pan Am commercial class seats

That reunion at the airport?! Oh yeah, I’ve got a fic coming…let’s just say he missed ya, and he needs to inspect ya, make sure his boobs and his pussy are fully recovered

Reunion sex is trying to be hushed cause he’s living with other folks, but let’s face it, you two holler till the whole block knows what you’re up to, and you two can’t wait to get a house of your own

Succeed at that but then, it’s full of people often too

Which, seeing as how he wants free reign to take you every chance he can get, fill ya up again, that just won’t do. This is the true honeymoon of your married lives, and he’s got his little babies he wants to get to know

So yes, he rents other houses around the base for his family and entourage just so he can slip inside you whenever he wants, while you’re at the sink, or spread out on the kitchen table -undisturbed, save for occasional noise complaint - and talk, oh you two talk and this is where you truly fall in love with the man, not the legend

These days are the happiest of your life looking back, a taste of normality where you can look back and see your man coming home to you by six o’clock, dinner thirty minutes later, babies bathtime and reading time after that, and then the rest of the night to yourselves - alright, often you two fall asleep holding the snuggly little nuggets, let’s be honest…this man can hardly stand being parted from them more than he already is

Speaking of not being parted… cockwarming while nursing happens very often on the living room sofa, he helps support your tired arms and everything, and it’s almost boyish the way he peeks over your shoulder, his lips part and his eyes get wonderous as he watches his little ones taking their nourishment from your body

It doesn’t take you long to set up house and get into a rhythm, which means you notice when things are off -even if you two hadn’t much married time before all this. So it isn’t many nights reunited before you notice the addition of pills to his bedtime regimen and he tells you he hasn’t been sleeping well all alone out here, and you suggest an experiment… wearing him out before bed, and whenever he gets a craving in the night, you’re there for him to use… yes, we are gonna go full “breaking addiction through Free Use” here

Which is really just swapping one addiction for another -pills for pussy, but hey, it works and you haven’t been back a whole month before those tell tale signs reemerge and Elvis is the one to spot them first -half because he is so eager for it to happen again and for him to finally be apart of it, and another because this boy has studied the subject extensively in the interim and knows what to look for

This next pregnancy he is all over you, everything he missed before due to enforced separation he gets to watch unfold in real time, and to his consternation, he finds that you being pregnant is just as appealing if not more so than you fertile, his lust is magnified by gratitude now, as well as the sneaking suspicion that you’ve really finally fallen irrevocably in love with your crazy soldier boy

Elvis is so invested in your well-being when you are pregnant that he is reading all the recommended books, in between his army duties. This man lays in bed at night, glasses on, reading aloud to you by lamplight about all processes and symptoms, what stage your babies are at now (he swears it’s another set) and he goes to every doctors appt with you. He’s the one to ask tons of questions and actually tries to school the doctor on certain things, cause he’s a precious know-it-all with conviction

You visit him on base often and become quite popular with your goody basket, pretty smile and ripe tits -which drives him nuts when all the guys comment and notice that little Mrs Presley sure is a doozy… he just might haul you to the break room and take you on the pool table…and if they’re watchin him give it to ya real good through the glass doors?! Oh well, that ain’t his problem

After the third or fourth set of Irish twins the neighbors -and the general public- start to wonder if maybe this wholesome family might have a salacious underbelly…the other army wives pity you and your constant state of barefoot and pregnant, but your smug little face says: my man makes it worth it it

You two throw the best house parties over there, and in case all this talk of breeding has made you think this boy has forgotten his oral fixation…ha no, he mumbles his praises into your pussy for being such a remarkable hostess and an impeccable wife and mother after the guests clear out….sometimes before

This man, I am sorry to say, blames you and your tight little coochie for his trash pull out game, he’s all “honey, if you didn’t clench like a goddamn fury i-I might h-have a chance, but as it is, y-you gotta stay in p-p-possession of yourself if you want me to pull out, it’s the lady’s responsibility, i-it’s different for men, w-we can’t help getting carried away”

He tells you the condoms grit his foreskin so you burn them without a second thought, you’re addicted to the friction anyway

Riding him while wearing his army hat might be the first time you get a taste of submissive E, he goes from critiquing your salute and posture “straighten those shoulders out honey, drop that hand snappy, now!” (all while railing you from underneath ya) to being a glassy eyed mess when you cockily ask “you like that Sarge?” while swiveling on him like he’s an toy boy barstool

Returning stateside in the snow, in full view of a crowd of swarming fans and photographers with at least five more children than you two left with

For the next couple decades you rent out the entire top floor of every hotel you stay in just so the kids can freely run down the hall

[sequinsmile-x]

Backfire

Three Thanksgivings in the lives of the Hotchner family.

-x-

Hi friends, this is the third and final (for now) part of my Thanksgiving fic Backfire.

This got a little sadder than I initially intended, but I don't think that will surprise anyone.

This week has been...rough. But as ever I am grateful for this community and the distraction it provides from real life <3

-x-

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: Grief/Loss of a parent

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Somewhere along the way, Thanksgiving had become her least favourite holiday. 

She’d felt the tension it brought the moment she woke up, torn from sleep by her hungry one-month-old, the baby girl demanding her attention almost constantly. Eliza was a clingier baby than Zachary had ever been, something that Emily would have once called impossible, and she was exhausted.

She yawns as she lays Eliza down on the changing table, a smile flitting across her face at the sight of the outfit, that had been bought by Penelope, that she was about to dress her daughter in. The swirling writing and cartoon turkey on the onesie so cute it made her ache. 

Mommy & Daddy’s Little Turkey.

“You’re going to hate me when I show you these pictures in about 14 years, sweet girl,” she says as she picks up the outfit, rubbing the soft material between her fingers, “But you’re going to look so damn cute I don’t care.” She feels a rush of love sweep through her as she slips Eliza’s arms into the onesie, her heart aching at how cute her daughter looks. She picks her up and rests her against her chest, “You are the fucking cutest baby on the whole planet.” 

“Don’t curse in front of the baby.” 

She turns to look at her husband and smiles, rolling her eyes at him before she adjusts her hold on Eliza so he can see her outfit, “Am I wrong?” 

He chuckles as he walks over, his hand on Emily’s lower back as he leans in to kiss her. He then stamps a kiss against Eliza’s head before he pulls back to look at them. 

“I stand corrected, she is the fucking cutest.” 

Emily mock gasps, “Don’t curse in front of the baby.” 

Aaron shakes his head at his wife, but his response is cut off as the doorbell rings, quickly followed by Jack’s voice, the 11-year-old’s excitement clear.

“Mom, Dad, Aunt Jessie and Grandpa are here!” 

She hears two sets of feet thundering down the hallway downstairs, Zachary always on the heels of his older brother, the 4-year-old always copying his every move. 

Aaron feels Emily tense in his arms, her shoulders tight as she holds Eliza impossibly closer. He kisses her forehead and cups her cheek to make him look up at her. 

“Remember sweetheart, we don’t have to do this. We can just send him home.” 

She found Thanksgiving challenging when she was at her best, something that she definitely did not currently feel. It was the only holiday when they got together with Roy, who still tried to undermine her or make comments towards Aaron at every opportunity. Emily hated it, the tension the man brought into her home enough to make her skin crawl, but she put up with it. Her love for Jack and her desire for him to be happy and surrounded by family who loved him far outweighing her own dislike for a man who made a point of being actively rude to her husband. 

Aaron had checked more than once if she still wanted to go ahead with Thanksgiving as planned. He’d even asked her that morning, his arm around her shoulder as she fed Eliza whilst it was still dark outside, a serious look in his eyes as he said he’d uninvite Roy at any time, right up to the moment he stepped foot on the porch. She’d insisted she was fine, that she wanted things to be as normal as they possibly could, but as she watches the clock tick closer to the time Jess was supposed to arrive with Roy, she wonders if she had made the right decision. 

Not only was Emily only a month post-partum and still getting used to having a newborn again, the four years since she’d done all of this with Zachary feeling like both a lifetime and a blur all at once, but it was the first holiday since her mother had died. 

Emily was working when it happened. Regulated to the office at almost 8 months pregnant, her bump pressed against her desk as she looked over paperwork she was struggling to focus on. Her phone screen lit up with an unknown number, and dread she still didn’t understand flooded her veins. Her instincts that something was wrong kicking in before she even answered the call and listened as a stranger whose voice she’d never forget told her that Elizabeth was critically ill. 

Aaron had been away on a case at the time, something she knew he still felt guilty about as if him being at home would have changed anything. He’d flown back to her as soon as he could, putting her and their family above his job, a lesson he’d learnt the hard way with spilt blood and tears. He’d held her hand as she made the decision to take her mother off life support, the roll of her baby girl in her stomach feeling displaced against the repetitive beeps of the machines around them, and her mother’s cold hand. 

Emily wondered if things would feel different if her relationship with her mother had been a good one. If they’d had the type of relationship she knew she had with her children whether she’d feel different. Grief was complicated, she knew that, it wasn’t linear or easy. But she sometimes thought her chest wouldn’t feel like it was hollowed out if she had more good memories of her mother to fall back on, if all of her favourite moments with her hadn’t all happened since she’d become a mother herself. Elizabeth may never have been the mother Emily wanted or deserved, but she was an excellent grandmother.

On some level, she was jealous of the relationship the boys had with Elizabeth, an emotion that made her feel so guilty it made her feel sick. She wished that she could miss her like Jack and Zachary did. They had no complication in their grief, no caveats. They just missed her.

Emily was angry. Furious that her mother had been capable of being the person she’d needed all along, and sad that Elizabeth had never chosen to be like that for her. She missed both who her mother was and who she could have been, the old adage that ‘two things can be right at once’ as infuriating as it was correct. 

She sighs as she shakes her head, “No, we can’t send him home, honey. He’s Jack’s grandfather, it’s Thanksgiving,” she turns her head to kiss his palm, “We can’t send him home. Plus, that would mean Jess would have to leave too and I love spending time with her, and so do the boys. And she cooked the turkey this year so we’d have no food.” 

He smiles at her and leans in to kiss her softly. He knew that she was making the decision she thought was right for everyone other than herself, her own comfort was always her last priority. He doesn’t want to argue with her though, and doesn’t want to push her when he knows she’s already more delicate than usual, something she wouldn’t thank him for pointing out. So he steps away. 

“I’ll go let them in,” he says, his smile so loving it warms her from the inside out, “You come down when you’re ready.” 

She nods and smiles gratefully, turning all of her attention back to Eliza the moment they are alone. She smiles at her little girl. 

It may be her first holiday without her mother, but it was also her first with her daughter and she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could. 

“Come on Eliza,” she says, kissing her temple, “Let’s go see the grumpiest man to ever exist,” she pauses, smiling to herself as she kisses her daughter again, “And before you ask,” she says as she starts to walk out of the nursery, “I don’t mean Daddy.” 

___

“That was the best Thanksgiving meal I’ve eaten in years,” Roy says as he sets his knife and fork down on his plate, turning his attention to Jessica, “That was delicious, Jess.”

“It was so good Aunt Jessie,” Zachary says, smiling as he sinks back into his chair, making his parents laugh as he rubs his belly, something he’d clearly picked up on someone else doing. 

“Thanks, Zach,” she says, smiling at the young boy she considered her nephew just as much as Jack before she turns to Roy, “And thanks Dad, I’ve never cooked a whole turkey before so it was quite the learning curve.” 

Aaron smiles as he puts his arm around the back of Emily’s chair, taking a quick peak at Eliza who was fast asleep against her mother’s chest, “We really appreciate you cooking, Jess,” he says, “I don’t think we could have managed it.” 

“Oh don’t worry,” she replies, “You have a new baby and have to chase my nephews around, I can handle doing the cooking.” 

Roy mutters something under his breath, but Emily doesn’t quite catch it because Eliza starts to cry, the brief reprieve she’d given them so Emily could eat, all be it one-handed whilst she held her daughter, is already over. 

“Oh sweetheart,” she says, already moving to stand up so she pace, the movement one of the few things that soothed her, “You’re okay.”

Jack stands up too, beating Aaron to it, as he offers help, always keen to be the best big brother he could be, “Do you need me to go get one of her pacifiers, Mom?” 

She sees a flash of something across Roy’s face. It’s an echo of a moment a few years ago when it was Zachary’s first Thanksgiving, his tiny face covered in mashed potato as she tried to wipe him clean, and Jack’s innocent comment aimed at his younger brother, the name Momma slipping past his lips without real meaning. He’d still called her Emily back then, the use of the moniker for his little brother’s benefit more than anything, the then baby on the brink of saying his first word. 

Jack had switched to calling her Mom a year ago. It felt like it had happened overnight, something that felt natural and wonderful all at once. He still called her Emily in front of Roy, something she knew he did to prevent his grandfather from getting upset, all of the comments he’d made over the years always lingering in the back of his mind. The empathy her eldest was capable of never failed to blow her away, his kindness so much a part of him that she sometimes worried one day it would be something that people would take advantage of. It’s a slip-up Jack doesn’t even seem aware of, his smile soft as he looks at her. 

She looks back at Roy, and watches as Jessica stares at her father, a fierce look in her eyes that has almost no effect. 

“That would be lovely, Jack,” Emily says, turning her attention back to her eldest son, wanting him out of the room before anything was said, “The clean ones are in the kitchen,” she says, and Jack nods before he runs out of the room. Emily looks at Zachary. Usually, the frown on his face, the one that made him look identical to Aaron, would make her smile, but it makes her chest get tight, the thought that her son was picking up on the tension in the room enough to make her cry, “Zach-”

Her attempt to get him out of the room, to distract him by suggesting he go to the den and played with his toys, is cut off by Roy. 

“What did he call you?” He asks, his jaw tight as he glares at her, and any usual defiance she has against the man is nowhere to be found, the crying of her baby in her arms, the absence of her mother and the usual jibes she’d throw at the man, setting her on edge. “How many times do I have to remind you that you’re not his mother?” 

It was something that had come up time and time again over the years. Roy’s desire to keep his daughter's memory alive so misguided he didn’t realise he was going against what she’d wanted - for her son to have exactly what he had now. 

“Roy,” Aaron starts, his protective instincts kicking in, but he isn’t given the chance when Emily cuts over him

“You know what, Roy,” Emily says, shaking her head at him, a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob catching in her chest, “I don’t have the energy for this. I need to go feed my baby,” she softens when she smiles at Zachary, “Want to come with me to go feed your sister?” 

Zach nods, slipping out of his chair and walking over to his mother, avoiding eye contact with everyone else as he reaches her side. Emily adjusts her hold on Eliza to make sure she’s secure against her with one arm and she reaches down to hold Zachary’s hand. She leads him out of the room and she doesn’t look back. 

Aaron wants to follow her, but he knows she wouldn’t want him to, instead, he folds his hands together in his lap and looks at his ex-father-in-law, anger he hasn’t let himself feel in years bubbling in his stomach. 

“You couldn’t just leave it alone this year?” Aaron asks, his eyes stern as he stares at Roy, “She lost her mother a couple of months ago.”

“How long has Jack been calling her mom?” Roy asks as if Aaron hasn’t spoken, staring him down. It reminds Aaron of when he was a teenager and accidentally got Haley home after her curfew, the traffic on the way back from the concert they had been to worse than he’d anticipated. Roy was furious, yelling at Aaron for making his daughter late, for making him worry about her, and Aaron had promised it would never happen again, and that he’d always keep Haley safe. 

It was a promise he’d broken without meaning to, the shattered pieces of his already tenuous relationship with his once father-in-law destroyed beyond repair. 

“For a long time, Dad,” Jessica answers, sighing as Roy turns to look at her, “He’s called Emily his Mom for over a year.”

Roy frowns at his daughter, “You knew?” 

She scoffs, “Of course I did,” she says, shaking her head, “I babysit all the kids, I love them all. And unlike you, I can see past my own grief over Haley to see how happy Jack is.”  

Aaron smiles gratefully at Jessica and then he sighs as he turns back to Roy, “I know it’s difficult for you. But Jack came to this decision himself, he also wanted to make sure he did his best not to call Emily ‘Mom’ in front of you so he didn’t upset you.”

Roy all but growls, his frustration clear, “She is not his-”

“She is my mom.” 

They all turn to look at Jack, the pre-teen standing in the doorway with a pacifier in his hand, his grip on it tight. Aaron stands and steps towards his son.

“Jack-”

“Mom was my mom too,” he says, cutting off his father as he crosses his arms over his chest, “But so is she,” he adds, pointing towards the stairs, “I don’t remember Mom, Grandad,” Jack says, shrugging his shoulders, “I miss her but the only things I know are what you and Dad and Aunt Jess tell me. Emily…Mom is the one I remember. She’s looked after me and she loves me. And that’s what a mom does,” he frowns, seemingly unable to stop now he’s started, the words he’d wanted to say since he was too young to understand them spilling out, “And you have to be nice to her, and to Dad, and to my brother and sister or I don’t want to see you anymore.” 

His words settle around them and Roy sighs, “Jack, I’m just trying to make sure no one forgets your mother.” 

“But no one has,” he says, furrowing his brow, looking so much like Haley that it makes the three adults in the room ache, “Dad is always telling me about her and you are. And even Mom does even though she only met her a couple of times,” he adds, watching as shock washes over his grandfathers face and he sighs, feeling some of the anger in his chest go away, “She asks Aunt Jess and Dad for stories so she can talk to me about her too.” 

Roy looks at Jessica who nods, her lips pressed together, “It’s true.” 

He sighs as he shakes his head, “I’m sorry,” he says as he looks at his grandson, “I didn’t know.” 

“You never asked,” Aaron says firmly and Roy nods, clearing his throat as he avoids eye contact. Aaron looks at Jack and smiles at him, “Why don’t you go find everyone else? They’re probably in the nursery.” 

Jack hesitates for a moment, but he nods, turning and leaving the room as quickly as he’d entered it. Aaron looks over at Roy and sighs, his hands on his hips as he looks him up and down. He’d always allowed his anger when it was aimed towards him, partially because it felt like a punishment he deserved. A penance for failing Haley and by extension Roy, But he also allowed it because he knew Roy was grieving, that he’d lost his daughter in a horrific way.

It didn’t take an FBI profiler to realise he was overcompensating to make sure he didn’t lose anyone else, his anger and his short temper were side effects of so desperately trying to cling on to what he had left of his daughter. 

Her memory and her son. 

“Look, Roy,” Aaron says carefully, “I can’t imagine how difficult it is, and I know we don’t particularly like each other,” he looks over at Jessica who smothers a chuckle with a fake cough, her eyes on the ceiling as she avoids looking at him, “But we both loved Haley, and we both love Jack. Surely the fact he’s happy, which is what she wanted, should be enough.” 

Roy is quiet for a moment before he stands up, blowing out a steady breath as he nods slowly, “You’re right,” he says, clearing his throat, “It should be. And I’ll try to make sure it is going forward.” 

Aaron smiles and relaxes a little, some of the tension in his shoulders finally easing, “Thank you.” 

Jessica laughs again and shakes her head at herself when both men look at her, their eyebrows furrowed, “I’m so sorry,” she says, clearing her throat, “It’s just…wherever Haley and Elizabeth are right now, I know they would have got such a kick out of Jack telling you off, Dad.” 

___

Aaron sighs as he closes the door behind Roy and Jess, briefly leaning his head against it before he makes sure the locks are in place. 

“Long day, huh?” 

He turns to look at his wife and smiles at her, opening his arms for her to slip into his embrace, “Long day,” he repeats, kissing the top of her head, “Where are the kids?” 

“Eliza is sleeping, and Jack is reading Zach a book,” she says, smiling up at him, “So we might have 5 whole uninterrupted minutes to ourselves,” she says with enthusiasm as if she was talking about a lottery win or a luxury cruise, “Want to snuggle until someone needs us for something?” 

“With you? Always,” he says, cupping her cheek and leaning in to kiss her before he leads her to the living room. They sit on the couch together and she settles into his side, breathing him in and letting his comfort wash over her, “You ok, sweetheart?”

She shrugs, because she’s really not sure how to answer the question, “I guess. I don’t know. She would have loved watching Jack tell Roy off.” 

He chuckles, “Jess said the same thing,” he tilts his head to look at her, “You heard everything?” 

She nods, her smile turning sad, “It was sweet. Zach heard too, and he asked me if it meant Jack was his real brother,” she says, her heart aching when Aaron sighs, his eyes closing as he shakes his head, “But I reminded him about Haley, how she was Jack’s first mom. He understands it all as best as he can.” 

“I wish it was simpler sometimes,” Aaron says as he opens his eyes to look at her.

“I know,” she replies, reaching up and pushing his hair out of his eyes, “But if it was simpler, it wouldn’t be our family.” There’s a cry from upstairs and Emily groans, leaning forward to press her forehead into Aaron’s chest. “That girl is relentless.” 

“Wonder where she got that from,” Aaron mutters and Emily pulls back to look at him, her eyes narrowed.

“What did you say?” 

“I said, you stay here, I’ll go get her,” he says quickly, kissing her forehead and standing up. 

She shakes her head at him as he leaves the room and sinks back onto the couch. She sighs as she looks around the room, her gaze locking on a picture from when Zachary was a baby that is framed and on the coffee table. In it, Elizabeth is sitting down with Jack on her left and Emily on her right, and a tiny little Zachary in her arms. 

Emily picks it up and she traces her finger over the edge of it, smiling sadly at her own reflection that she can partially see in the glass. She looks at her mother, at the joy in her eyes, the happiness she would have once joked the woman was incapable of and she chuckles, her vision going blurry as tears gather in her eyes. When she speaks, it’s quiet, a secret just between herself and someone she isn’t even entirely sure is watching. 

“Happy Thanksgiving, Mom.”

-x-

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On the eighth day of Christmas...

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𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Husband!Idris Elba x Black!Wife Reader

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𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ It’s Christmas morning and your kids are more excited than ever for it. So excited, in fact, they decide to make you and your husband, Idris, a Christmas breakfast. However, you don’t let this minor hiccup ruin the day. You’re reminded just how much your family means to you.

𝔞/𝔫 ➛ Guys, someone please snap me outta my delusions, cuz this story had me imaginan my whole life with him. He’s such Daddy material😋 I really hope y’all like this one!

12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

It's early Christmas morning and the house is silent. I’m sleeping soundly, stealing most of the covers from Idris as he is sprawled across the majority of the bed. I begin to stir once I hear tiny footsteps approaching my room. I shift, hiding my head under the blanket when I hear the door burst open. 

“IT’S CHRISTMAS! IT’S CHRISTMAS!” Our 5-year-old daughter, Heaven, shouts as she jumps on the bed, stepping on her father.

"Ah! Heaven, darling, please!" He grimaces as he's suddenly awoken from his slumber, shifting under the blanket and sitting up. He reaches out and grabs her mid-jump, pulling her into his lap. "Do you know what time it is, princess?" He questions groggily and Heaven beams brightly.

"It's Christmas time, Daddy!" She says excitedly and jumps on his lap. I hear footsteps approaching me and then the blanket is pulled away from my face. I squint as the light hits my eyes and bury my face in the pillow.

"Mommy, get up! We made you guys breakfast." Our oldest son Jason tells me, before pulling the rest of the blankets off, causing me to shiver.

"JJ, please just give us five minutes, okay?" I ask, but he shakes his head.

"The food will be cold by then, Mommy!" My heart drops at the realization and Idris and I make eye contact. He sees the stressed look forming on my face and gives me a reassuring one back, turning to the kids.

"Right, Heaven, Jason, it's still early. Why don't you give your mum and me a few more minutes to get ready and then we will be down." He offers, but they don't relent. Heaven continues to bounce up and down and Jason can't seem to contain his excitement.

"We can't, Daddy! It's Christmas! We shouldn't have to wait." His smile is wider as he can't wait to go downstairs and show us what they made. Idris groans and I bury my face again.

"Alright, alright, you monsters. Calm down for a minute." He starts as he stands up and tosses Heaven over his shoulder, making her giggle. "What exactly have you three been up to, huh? Don't tell me you've been cookin' on the stove." He peers at Jason, who smiles and shakes his head again.

"We didn't use the stove, we used the microwave! We made our own special cookies and even decorated them! Come on!" He grabs my hands, pulling me out of bed and leading us both out of the room. We exchange a horrified look, imagining the mess in the kitchen. And we've still not seen our youngest yet. Hopefully, he's asleep.

Upon entering the kitchen, the smell of burnt cookies hits us. I sigh nervously as we round the corner. The kitchen is a mess, with flour and butter everywhere! There's frosting and sprinkles smeared on the counter and an incriminating stepping stool beneath the area. Behind the island, I see two little feet sticking out. I walk over, careful to avoid any mess on the floor and see our youngest son, Luke, on the floor eating frosting from the tube. He smiles as he looks up at me.

"Mommy! Mommy!" He shouts as he stands up and hugs my legs. I begin to regret wearing shorts as his sticky fingers come in contact with my skin.

"Oh, sweetie..." I say, groaning a bit as I take everything in.

"We made a little mess... But aren't the cookies pretty?" Heaven asks, presenting a plate of holiday mush. It seems as if they'd mixed up flour, sugar, and water, and threw it in the microwave, topping it off with green and red frosting and snowflake sprinkles. Heaven and Luke look so proud of their creation and Jason is giggling to himself, obviously the ringleader and brains behind this whole operation. I try to control my temper, after all, it's too early and it's Christmas. Idris chuckles and lifts Luke up into his arms, careful not to get any icing on himself. He turns to Heaven and takes the plate from her, placing it on the counter.

"Those cookies are incredible, princess!" He says, causing all of the kids to smile. I shake my head gently and put on a smile. This was bound to happen at some point. They're kids and it's Christmas. And I can't be mad at them, they all look so proud of themselves.

"They're absolutely amazing, you guys. But..." I bend down to look Jason and Heaven in the eye. "Remember, you need to ask Mommy and Daddy if you can use the kitchen. It's not safe to do it by yourself. Okay?" They both smile and nod.

"Okay, Mommy, we'll make sure to ask next time," Jason says with a happy smile. I give them both a kiss and pat their backs.

"Now," Idris starts, "why don't you two clean up in here while I clean up your brother?" He says to our older kids. They frown a bit, groaning.

"Hey, none of that. You guys did a nice thing for Mommy and Daddy by making these pretty cookies, but you need to clean up after yourselves as well." I explain to them.

"Yes ma'am." They reply in unison. Jason grabs a broom from the closet and Heaven goes under the sink to find a sponge to clean the counters with, using her stepping stool to reach the mess. Before wiping the mess away, she drags her finger through the frosting and licks it, causing me to grimace as I watch her enjoy her work. I turn to Idris and he chuckles, before kissing my cheek.

"Be right back, love." He says, giving me a charming smile, before propping Luke up on his side. "Come here, buddy. We gotta get you cleaned off." He says as he walks up the stairs with our youngest.

I walk over to Heaven and help her wipe the counter, helping her put away the baking tray. She still tries to sneak some frosting, licking it off her fingers before wiping her hands on the kitchen towel. I shake my head at her and she giggles. Jason catches everything that was wiped off of the counter with the broom, sweeping it into the dustpan and trashing it.

"Okay, you two. You're doing such a great job at cleaning up, thank you." I say to them both, smiling down at them. "Once we're done here, how about we open some presents?" I suggest and they both cheer at the mention of presents.

"Let's open them now! Pleaseeee!" Heaven begs and I laugh to myself.

"No, we gotta wait until Dad's done cleaning up Luke, duh!" Jason says back to her, causing her to pout. She crosses her arms and frowns. I shake my head at them.

"Let's just finish cleaning up. I'm sure Daddy will be done by then and then we can start, okay?" I offer them a warm smile.

"Okay, Mommy," Heaven says, going back to cleaning. Idris soon returns with Luke following after him, in a new set of pajamas and looking squeaky clean.

"Yay! Daddy's here! Can we start now, Mommy?" She asks as she turns to me. I laugh a bit and nod.

"Yes, sweetie, we can start," I say and all three of the kids rush to the living room and sit on the floor around the tree. Idris grabs my hand and I smile at him as we both take our seats on the couch, his arm wrapping around my shoulder. Heaven spots a present with her name on it and squeals happily, turning to us with bright eyes.

"You ready to open, princess?" He asks and she nods rapidly, tearing the paper away. She gasps as underneath the wrapping paper is a black Barbie doll with a beautiful pink dress and sparkling shoes. She looks up at us with a grin, thrilled with her gift. Heaven jumps up and kisses me and her dad on the cheeks.

"Thank you, Mommy! Thank you, Daddy!" She says, hugging the gift close.

"You're welcome, baby," I say with a content smile.

"Take good care of her," Idris adds, smiling as well. Jason and Luke look at us with hopeful eyes, waiting for their turn. "Well, what are you guys waiting for? Jump in!" He says and the boys excitedly grab gifts of their own, ripping them open. Luke squeals happily as he gets a fire engine with colorful blocks that snap together and Jason gets a brand new Lego set.

The room is filled with the childish sounds of laughter and excitement as the kids open more Christmas gifts. Idris and I exchange glances, basking in the warmth of the joyous moment unfolding before us. The chaotic morning, filled with mishaps and messes, now seems like a distant memory, replaced by the pure happiness on our children's faces.

As the Christmas frenzy dies down, Idris turns to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He reaches under the tree and pulls out a beautifully wrapped box that was hidden at the back, topped off with a bow that sparkles like freshly fallen snow.

"For my beautiful wife," He says with a warm smile, handing me the gift. I look at him with surprise, not expecting this, but accepting the gift anyway. I grin as I carefully unwrap the present. Inside, I find a stunning necklace, a beautiful chain accompanied by a pendant shaped like a snowflake, glistening with tiny diamonds. I gasp, overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture.

"Idris!" I cover my mouth in shock and his smile grows wider as he sees my reaction. "It's so beautiful!" I exclaim, my fingers gently tracing the intricate details of the pendant. Idris beams with satisfaction, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I saw it and I thought it would be perfect for you. Like each snowflake is unique, so is my love for you." Touched by his words, I lean in and press a tender kiss to his lips. The kids all collectively cringe at us.

"Ewwww!" They shout at our display of affection, but we don't let it stop us. He puts the necklace around my neck and I move my hair out of the way to show it better.

"How does it look?" I ask, doing a little pose. Idris chuckles and takes my hand, kissing it lightly.

"Perfect, just like you." He says, causing me to blush at his words. However, not being one to be outdone, I reach under the tree and hand Idris a carefully wrapped gift of his own.

"Darling, you shouldn't have." He winks playfully. He grins like a child, tearing the paper away with eagerness. Inside, he sees a brand new watch, something he's been eyeing for a while now. He inspects the watch closely, looking both pleased and surprised. "This is incredible, Y/N. I love it."

"And I made sure the band was in your exact size, so no need to get it fitted either," I add and he looks at me adoringly. He puts the watch on, giving it a thorough look over.

"Just in the nick of time." He smiles cheekily and I roll my eyes.

"You're so cheesy sometimes, you know that?" I laugh.

"Guilty as charged, my love." He grins sheepishly. He wraps his arm back around my shoulder and gives me a kiss. After taking a break from toys and getting some breakfast, everyone does their own thing. The kids are now playing, occupied with their own little world. The only sounds that fill the room are the laughter and joy of the kids, along with the quiet murmur of Idris and my voice as we chat and relax. It's a content and cozy day.

Idris and I are still on the couch, cuddled up and watching a Christmas movie under a blanket. Eventually, Jason comes and sits next to us and Luke climbs up on Idris's lap, leaning against him. Heaven sits on the other couch, still playing with the new accessories she got with her new doll.

Luke starts to yawn adorably and Idris kisses him playfully on the head, before yawning himself. He looks at me and I stretch, yawning as well. We look over at Jason, who's fast asleep with the TV remote in his hand. I yawn again and then glance over at Heaven, who is also asleep, her head resting against the back of the couch. I smile and lean my head on Idris's shoulder, wrapping the blanket around us. The house is filled with silence, except for the soft sound of the movie on the TV.

I close my eyes, letting the sounds of the movie fill my ears. Idris's arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and with his other hand, he cradles Luke gently as he sleeps. With all the children peacefully snoozing, it's just me and him for this moment. It's calm, soothing and comfortable.

"I love you," Idris whispers, kissing my head softly. I smile and nuzzle into his neck.

"I love you too, sweetheart," I whisper back, before letting my eyes fall shut. I take in the warm and comfortable silence, not thinking about anything else besides the peaceful ambiance we seem to bask in right now. I know we should probably get up and put the kids in their rooms, but I don't want to disturb the peace. We've had a wonderful Christmas and I'm reminded, once again, how much I love my family.

[khoicesbyk]

The Royal Romance. 

Forevermore. 



A/N: this is the next chapter in the journey of my OTP. Follow along for the fun. 

Rated: Mature (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual. Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry. 

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Chapter 7.) Ripple Effect. Part Two.

The next few days were a blur for the couple. From meetings to openings to speaking engagements on top of chasing after their little ones. The couple had enough on their plates to keep them both plenty busy. And before they knew it, it was time to celebrate their anniversary. 

Being married was a task in itself. But to be married for 8 years with three children under 7? Damn near impossible. But they had somehow managed to make it all work. 

The morning they were to leave for California, Marquise found himself waiting while his wife tried to find an outfit to wear.

“Nope! Nope! Nope!” Shanelle muttered as she looked at herself in the mirror. 

“Why are you making me go through this?” he asked.

“Because it's your job as my husband to help me decide that's why,” she replied before turning back to the mirror in front of her. 

“You've literally tried ten different outfits. Just pick one already!”

Shanelle responded by picking up a pillow and throwing it at her husband. 

“Did you throw a pillow at me?” he asked. 

“And did. So what?” she replied. 

Marquise looked at her. 

“Why must you always choose violence?”

“Because kicking your ass is always fun.”

Marquise arched an eyebrow before picking a pillow up and throwing it at her that she just barely dodged. 

“So that's what we’re doing?” she asks. 

“You started it,” he replied with a shrug. 

And the pillow fight was on. With both trying to outdo the other. Just when Shanelle thought she had the upper hand, Marquiss caught her by the arm and hoisted her up on his shoulders. 

“Put me down!” 

“In a minute. First, you need to learn a lesson in proper manners!” 

That's when he spun her around. 

“Put me down you big ape!” she yelled at him. 

“No, not yet.”

As he continued to spin her around, her yelling got louder and caught the attention of their daughter. 

“What is going on?” Khari asked her parents. 

“Tell your daddy to put me down!” Shanelle told her daughter. 

“Daddy! Put Mommy down!” Khari demanded. 

“You want me to put her down?” he asked his daughter. 

“Put! Me! Down!” Shanelle replied. 

“You heard her Daddy! Put her down!”

Marquise shrugged before launching Shanelle onto the bed.

“Daddy!” Khari fussed.

“What? You said to put your mother down, you didn't say I had to do it gently.”

“I didn't mean for you to yeet Mommy across your bed.”

“You didn't mean for me to do what?!” he asked.

“Yeet Daddy,” Khari replied. 

“What is that?”

“It's a word, Daddy. You don't know it because you’re old.”

“Did you just call—” he started to say before Shanelle tackled him to the ground.

Khari knew then it was no use trying to reason with either of them. 

“Grammy! Mommy and Daddy are being weird again.” Khari said while running out of the room. 

The two wrestled around until both were out of breath and laughing. 

“Do you feel better now?” Shanelle asks. 

“Much. Now let's find you that outfit so we can go,” he replied. 

After finally finding an outfit, and saying goodbye to everyone, The Royal Couple was off. While they were on their way to Lowyn Winery for Shanelle called their California Anniversary, their children were on their way to her father’s duchy. Even though Kylo had questions. A lot of questions. 

“Where doing (going) Bop Bop (Pop Pop)?” Kylo asked his grandfather. 

“We’re going to my duchy, my boy,” Damien replied. 

“What’s dat (that)?” Kylo asks. 

“My house here,” Damien replied. 

Kylo looked back at the residence entrance and shook his head no. 

“I stay! No yike (like) Bop Bop house!” Kylo proclaimed.

“But my boy you can’t stay here by yourself,” Damien said to him. 

“No doe Bop Bop! No doe!” 

“But I’ll be there. And so will Grammy Shantel, and your sister, and also your brother.”

Kylo looked at them before looking back at his grandfather. 

“And look who else is coming,” Damien said to his grandson as Margo and her family joined them at the entrance. 

“Hello everyone. Thank you for inviting us to come with you, Your Highness.”

“The pleasure is mine Margo.” Damien replied before addressing Kylo, “See my boy? Everybody is going.”

“Gammy doe?” Kylo asked. 

“Yes, my love. The whole family is going.” Margo answered as she picked him up. 

“Whole famy (family)?” Kylo asked.

“Yes, my boy. The whole family is coming. So are you ready to go?” He asked his grandson. 

“Let’s doe Bop Bop!”

“That’s the spirit! Let’s be off, everyone!” Damien announced. 

Soon, the grandchildren, their grandparents, and the rest of their family were off to Duchy Toussaint. During the two-hour car ride the children fell asleep. 

“And now, a little peace and quiet,” Damien said with a sigh of relief. 

Shantel chuckled. 

“They’re just like their mom used to be whenever we went to see Mama and Baci.”

“Yes, they are.” Damien said before taking a look at their sleeping grandbabies, “They’re adorable when they’re asleep.”

“Indeed they are. Now are you sure your cousin has everything prepared?” Shantel asks. 

“Yes, dear. I called Stella yesterday and told her to be sure and prepare rooms in the estate for Margo and her family.” Damien replied. 

“Alright. It will be good to be at the estate for a few days.”

“Indeed. Especially now that the renovations are done.”

“What needed to be renovated?” 

“The roof mainly. And I had the kitchen upgraded as well. Also just some basic sprucing and patching up. And while the staff were in the attic they found my mother’s coronation portrait so after having it restored, it’ll be hung up in the foyer.”

“I have never seen your mother’s coronation portrait.”

Damien smiled softly. 

“It’s been years since I’ve seen it. I want the children to see it.”

“I think they’ll get a kick out of it.”

“That’s the point.” 

As they rode along, Shantel became nostalgic.

“I remember when we first came here after your parents died. And we spent a few days there.”

“That was one of the best times I’ve ever had at the estate. We had the whole place to ourselves, excluding the staff of course.”

Shantel smiled. 

When they arrived at the duchy estate, the family was greeted by Lady Stella Quinault. Damien’s first cousin and lead staff member of the estate. 

“Hello! Hello everyone! Welcome to the Duchy Toussaint estate! It is good to have you all here!” She said in greeting as everyone entered the foyer. 

“Thank you, Stella. It’s always great to be here.” Damien replied. 

“Hello again cousin. You look better than the last time I saw you. Looks like you lost a little weight.”

Shantel snorted. 

“I take it that he hasn’t Your Grace?” Louisa asked Shantel. 

“You would be correct,” Shantel replied. 

“And these three precious little ones must be the heirs! Oh, look at them! They’re absolutely adorable!” Louisa gushed over the grandchildren.

“You’re Pop Pop’s cousin?” Khari asked. 

“Yes, Your Highness. Your Great-Grandmother was my aunt. And she named my mother Marlena, as the head of the staff here and I took over for my mother when she got older.” Louisa replied. 

“Is that her?” Khari asked, pointing to Queen Angelique’s portrait. 

“Very good eye, Your Highness. Yes, that's her. That is her coronation portrait. She was much younger then.” Stella replied. 

Khari gazed up at the portrait. 

“I’ve seen that crown before.”

“I’m sure you have sunshine.” Damien replied, “That’s the Imperial Crown Of South Cordonia. Your mother has worn it before.”

“The Imperial Crown?” Khari asks. 

“Yes. It dates back generations in our family. And one day it will be yours.” 

After getting everyone settled in their rooms. Damien took everyone on a tour of the gardens and nearby ponds. That night the children were camped out in front of the main fireplace. 

“Look at them. They're adorable.” Shantel said to her husband. 

“Indeed. Tomorrow we’ll go ice skating and sledding so they can run off some of that energy.”

“I don’t know about you, ice skating cousin. You weren't very good the last time you tried.” Stella teased. 

“Who asked you?” Damien fussed. 

Shantel and Stella snickered. 

“I wonder how our children are doing,” Shantel said. 

“From what Marquise had texted me, they just landed and will be at the winery soon.”

“I do hope they have a great time.”

“As do I, my dear.” 

After Their Majesties landed in San Francisco, they headed straight for Lowyn Winery. Once they were checked in, Shanelle was practically dragging her husband outside. 

“Will you come on?” she asked impatiently. 

“Slow down! The vines aren't going anywhere.”

Shanelle huffed. 

“What's the rush anyway?” he asked, “We’ll be here all weekend.”

“That,” she replied gesturing to the sunset, “you know I love walking while the sun goes down .”

Marquise chuckled softly. 

“Fine. Let's go.” 

The couple spent their first night at the winery walking barefoot amongst the vines. The couple spent the next day touring San Francisco. Including going to one of Shanelle’s favorite spots for Cioppino and walking along the banks of the Golden Gate Bridge. 

That night they had dinner under the stars on the patio. In honor of her grandparents, the couple wore the House colors of Emerald Green. 

“You look stunning, my love,” Marquise said to his wife as they danced slowly on the patio.

“Anybody ever told you that you're a kiss ass?” she asked him.

Marquise snorted. 

“Maybe once or twice. Feels nice when you say it,” he replied. 

“But thank you for the compliment, babe. Even if you always think I look stunning or beautiful or radiant or gorgeous or ravishing or a vision or whatever other verb you have in your vast vocabulary.”

“And every last word I say about you is true.”

“Like I said, kiss ass.”

“Guilty.”  

Shanelle shook her head with a smile. 

“This night has been wonderful. Thank you for this.”

Marquise kissed the knuckles of her right hand. 

“I’m just getting started, my love.” 

“So what are we doing tomorrow?” she asks. 

“How about we spend the day with the little ones?”

“Works for me.”

They spent the next day with their niece and nephews. No trip to California would be complete for Shanelle without seeing her babies. After running around the vineyard with the children, it was time for their favorite game, Cyborg.

“You okay over there?” Shanelle asked her husband. 

“Peachy!” he replied before getting jumped on. 

“Come on boys! We gotta beat Cyborg!” Logi told her brothers. 

The twins pounced on Marquise.

“Yow! I think one of the boys just kneed me in my kidneys.” Marquise said with a groan. 

Shanelle stifled her laugh. 

“Do you give up uncle?” Logi asked. 

“Never!” he replied, “as a matter of fact, gotcha!”

He trapped Logi.

“Ahhh! Boys get him!”

He got the boys too.

“Ha! Got all of you!”

The kids tried to fight out but their uncle was too strong.

“Now do you three give up?” he asked them.

“No!” they replied. 

“Very well. I shall employ my greatest tactic, the tickle monster!” 

“Run boys! Run!” Logi told her brothers. 

But it was to no avail. After several minutes of fits of giggles, everyone was out of breath. 

“Okay, you three. Time to stop beating up your uncle.”

Marquise sat up with a groan clutching his left side. 

“Oof. Definitely got kneed in my kidneys.” 

“You okay?” Shanelle asked him. 

“Yeah. I'll be alright,” he replied. 

After making it to a vertical base, he and Shanelle watched the kids as they started searching for something. 

“What are your three looking for?” Shanelle asked the kids. 

“Our gifts,” Logi replied. 

The couple looked at each other confused. 

“What gifts are they talking about?” 

“I don’t know, this is the first time I’m hearing about any gifts.”

Shanelle turned back to the children. 

“What gifts are you talking about Tinkerbell?” Shanelle asked. 

“The gifts uncle brought us. We have to find them.” Logi replied. 

Shanelle pulled her husband aside. 

“You brought them gifts?” she whispered. 

“No. Again this is the first I'm hearing of any of this,” he replied. 

Logi and the twins looked everywhere. 

“Where’d you hide our gifts uncle?” Logi asked a very confused Marquise. 

“Honey, who told you that your uncle you all gifts?” Shanelle asked. 

“Khari. She said uncle would have a big surprise for us when you came here.” Logi replied. 

The couple stared at the children before whispering to each other. 

“Your Majesty, I really hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think your daughter just set you up,” Shanelle said to her husband. 

“I know she did.”

Marquise sighed. 

“Come here you three,” he said to them. 

“Yes, uncle?” Logi said as she and her brothers went to him. 

“Unfortunately I don't have any gifts for you because I didn't know that I was supposed to bring any gifts,” Marquise replied. 

“Awww!” the children pouted. 

“Now hold on. How about a compromise?” he asks. 

“What's that?” Brayden asked. 

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” Marquise replied. 

The kids closed their eyes tightly and held out their hands. 

He placed $100 each in their hands. 

“Okay. You three can open your eyes now,” he said to them. 

“Whoa! You're giving us money uncle?” Logi asked Marquise. 

“Is that better?” he replied. 

“Yeah!”

“Good.”

“Come on boys we gotta go show Mommy and Daddy.” 

“Hold it,” Shanelle said to them, “come here you three.” 

The kids went to Shanelle. 

“Look TiTi! We got $100.”

“I see that.” 

“That's a lot of money,” Logi said. 

“Toys!” Branden piped up. 

“Candy!” Brayden added. 

“That is a lot of money. And it's money that you three will be putting in your piggy banks for a rainy day. Okay?”

“Okay TiTi,” Logi replied. The boys nodded their heads yes. 

“Good. But first don't you think you owe your uncle a thank you?” 

The kids nodded their heads before tackling Marquise with a hug. 

“Thank you, uncle!” Logi said to him.

“You're welcome, Duchess.”

“TiTi can we show mommy and daddy?” Logi asked. 

“Sure. Your daddy will get a kick out of it.” Shanelle replied. 

They watched the children run to their parents to tell them. 

“He did what?” Logan asked his kids, “He gave you WHAT?!”

Logan looked at them then looked at Marquise.

“Excuse me for a moment.” 

Logan made a beeline for Marquise. 

“What are you trying to do to me?” Logan asked Marquise. 

“What do you mean?” he replied. 

“You gave them $100 each?”

“Was that not enough?”

“Thanks for upping the expectations of allowance.” Logan muttered. 

Shanelle snickered. 

“Don't be too mad at him, it's not his fault.”

“What do you mean?” Logan asked. 

“Khari set him up,” Shanelle replied. 

“How did she do that?” Logan asked. 

“It goes like this,” Marquise replied. 

Marquise told Logan what had happened.

“Sheesh. She got you good.” Logan said to Marquise while shaking his head. 

“Hook, line, and sucker.” 

“You're no better than he is Lo.” Shanelle pipes up. 

Logan stared at Shanelle incredulously. 

“Excuse me? Unlike His Highness over here, I know when to put my foot down when it comes to my daughter,” he said to her. 

“No, you don't,” Bronwyn added.

“Whose side are you on?” Logan asked his wife. 

“Please you two are a couple of saps when it comes to those girls. All they have to do is bat those pretty eyes and you two are putty in their little hands.” Shanelle said to them. 

“They'll do anything they say. Without fail.” Bron added. 

“Mmmhmm. A couple of punks.” Shanelle agreed. 

Logan and Marquise looked at each other. 

“Are we gonna stand here and take this?” Logan asked him. 

“No. This is an outrage!” Marquise replied. 

“And no less true.” the wives said to them. 

That evening the couple had dinner at their penthouse in downtown LA. They enjoyed the view from the rooftop terrace while Shanelle teased her husband. 

“I can't believe you gave the kids $100 each.”

“You know I don't carry anything less than that.”

“They would've been fine without the money.”

“I know but unfortunately for me, it's like you said, I’m a sap for those kids.”

“Khari has taught them well.”

Marquise snorted into his wine glass.

“Speaking of which, she and I will be having a long conversation about this when we get home.”

“You're not even mad at her.”

“No, I’m not but still, a little heads-up would've been nice.” 

“Fair enough. So what's on the itinerary for tomorrow?” she asked. 

“My favorite animal, horses,” he replied. 

“Works for me.” 

The next day the couple spent the day visiting the Among The Vines Horse Farm. After touring the facilities, seeing some of the horses that were sent from Cordonia to be trained, and meeting a few of the staff, the pair saddled up and rode through the pastures. 

Meanwhile, in Cordonia, their children were enjoying spending time in the library of their grandfather's estate, even learning about the secret passage behind a bookshelf. 

“What's this passage, Miss Stella?” Khari asked. 

“Well, it's said that the Alexandre family, the family who owned this estate before your Great-Grandmother, used this passage during the War of Elderod. It was where they hid when troops came looking for them.” Stella replied. 

“Like the palace?” Khari asked. 

“Yes. Did you know your palace was built on top of the old one?” Stella asked. 

“Yes. Daddy told me. There was a…revolt? I think that's what he said.” Khari replied. 

“Yes. The people became so angry with King Gideon that they overthrew the government and forced him out. Then placed his sister Queen Amarys on the throne after a very heated election.” 

“Daddy said that he…” Khari struggled to finish her sentence. 

“It's alright Your Highness. Take your time.” Stella said in encouragement. 

“Daddy said that he had people slaughtered?” 

Stella nodded. 

“He did. King Gideon Rys was one of the more infamously ruthless Kings in the history of our kingdom.”

“Like my Grandfather?” Khari asked. 

“Yes, like King Constantine. Although between you and me, I think King Gideon would have scared even your grandfather, and my cousin King Edward as well.”

Khari nodded. 

“Shall we take a tour?” Stella asked the children.

Each of the children raised their hands.  

“Very good. And cousin? Do try not to get lost. You know what happened the last time.” 

Damien rolled his eyes. 

“I wouldn't have gotten lost if it wasn't for you.” 

“Whatever you say, dear cousin,” Stella said before opening the passage door, “now let's go see where this leads everyone.”

The tour of the passage started at the library and ended at a root cellar in the main garden. Later that day, the family was having lunch when a guard pulled Damien aside. 

“Your Highness, you have a guest waiting in the foyer.” the guard informed him. 

“I do?” Damien asked. 

“Yes sir.” the guard replied. 

“I wasn't expecting anyone but alright, I’ll be there in a second.” 

The guard nodded before walking off. 

“What was that about?” Shantel asked. 

“I have a guest in the foyer,” he replied. 

“Are you expecting anyone?”

“No. But it's alright. I'll deal with the matter, you all continue with lunch. Okay?”

“Okay. Hurry back.”

Damien nodded before excusing himself. When he got to the foyer, he was greeted by two people he didn't want to see. Edward and Genevieve.

“Well, it's about time you showed up.” Edward sneered at his brother from his wheelchair. 

“Why are you here Edward?” Damien asked. 

“I heard you were here. Without my permission.” Edward replied. 

“I don't need your permission to be here!” Damien said firmly. 

“That is no way to talk to him!” Genevieve snapped at him. 

Damien took a deep breath. 

“As long as you breathe, you simpleton, you will always need my permission to be here!” 

“This is my duchy. I can come and go as I please! Now you’re interrupting my lunch, so what is it you want?” Damien asked. 

“Correction, this is our mother’s duchy!” Edward replied. 

“It was our mother's duchy. It is now mine and you know this! It was awarded to me when she died. You were awarded our father's kingdom, I was awarded our mother's duchy.”

“How dare you speak to me in that manner! I am your superior! You owe me your fealty!” 

“I owe you nothing! Because you are no longer the King! I owe my loyalty to the current Monarchs. You know? The ones you helped to handpick?” 

Edward set his jaw. 

“That's what I thought. Now if you’re finished, you both can leave and have yourselves a good day. I have a family lunch to get back to.” 

Damien turned around to make his exit.

“Don't you ever turn your back on me!” Edward growled as he stood up.

“You mean like you always turned your back on me?” Damien asked. 

“You will respect your brother, Damien,” Genevieve said to him.

“No, I won't. Because he's not worthy of my respect.” 

“Not worthy?! You absolute imbecile! Without me, you would have nothing! Your offspring would just be some random idiotic god-awful American because we both know she'll never be smart enough to be anything else in life! She can't even be a decent Queen!” 

That statement set Damien off. 

“DON’T YOU EVER SPEAK OF YOUR QUEEN IN THAT MANNER! THIS IS NO LONGER YOUR KINGDOM! IT ALL BELONGS TO MY DAUGHTER!” Damien yelled. 

Damien’s booming voice could be heard down the hall, where everyone was having lunch. 

“What was that Grammy?” Khari asked.

“I don’t know sweetie. But I'll go find out. You stay here with Margo. Understood.” Shantel replied. 

“Yes ma'am,” Khari said with a small salute. 

Shantel went to see where the noise came from, and when she got to the foyer she found out what all the noise was. 

“Damien? Are you alright?” Shantel asked. 

“I'm fine my dear. I just lost my temper for a second,” he replied. 

Shantel looked over to Edward and Genevieve and rolled her eyes. 

“I can understand why. Why are they here?” she asked. 

“To pester me. Why else would they be here?” he replied. 

“Why my husband and I are here is none of your business!” Genevieve hissed at Shantel. 

“Last time I checked, this was my husband’s duchy, and by marriage, it's my duchy, so why you're both here is my business.” 

“If you ever speak to my wife like that again, I will have your tongue you harlot!” Edward hissed. 

“Shouldn't you be dying from another stroke, Edward?” Shantel asked. 

“How dare you—” Genevieve sneered as she went to get in Shantel’s face but was stopped by Damien. 

“Get out of my way peasant!” she seethed at him. 

“Genevieve, you’re as successful of a fighter as your sister and husband are. Which is to say not at all. You will not lay a hand on her.” he replied calmly.

“We’ll see about that.” Edward sneered, “Guards! Detain that trollop!” 

The guards didn't move from their spots. 

“I said detain her!” Edward yelled at them. None of the guards responded. 

“Edward,” Damien said calmly, “these are the King’s Guards, and as the oldest active member of the Royal Family, they answer to me not you.” 

All of the commotion caught the attention of everyone in the dining room. 

“Pop Pop? Grammy? What’s going on?” Khari asked as she and her brother entered the foyer with Margo in tow. “Why are you yelling?”

“Too youd (loud) Bop Bop! Too youd!” Kylo said to him with his hands over his ears.

“I scared Bop Bop. I scared.” Zyon told him. 

“I'm sorry children. I didn't mean to scare you by raising my voice.” Damien said to them. 

“What are those?” Edward asked, pointing to Khari and her brothers.

“You mean my grandchildren? Specifically your future Queen?” Damien replied. 

“Although I imagine that you two will hopefully already be dead by the time she takes the throne.” Shantel piped up. 

Khari studied them for a second before she recognized them. 

 “I know them. They're the old King and Queen. Right Pop Pop?” Khari asked. 

“Yes, sunshine. This is my brother and his wife.” Damien replied. 

Genevieve was slightly impressed. 

“My! What a bright little child you are! Your mother must be missing you terribly. If you wish to see her again I suggest you behave.”

Khari crossed her arms in a challenge to Genevieve. 

“Lady, I don't behave for my parents. What makes you think I’d behave for you?” 

“Because if you don't I can make very bad things happen to you,” Genevieve replied, taking a menacing step towards Khari.

That's when Shantel got in between them and into Genevieve’s face. 

“Genevieve you take one more step towards my granddaughter and I will knock your head into the fucking stratosphere!” Shantel growled at her. 

“Ooh! The Duchess has a bite! I knew I liked her.” Stella quipped. 

“Enough!” Damien said as he cleared his throat. “My love, take the children into the living room to watch a movie.”

“Mobie (movie)?” Kylo asks. 

“Yes, my boy. You can even pick your favorite one.”

Shantel eyed her husband before setting her jaw. 

“Fine. And oh one more thing Genevieve, this ain't over!” Shantel hissed. 

“For the first time, you and I actually agree on something. This isn't over. And it won't be over until I make you pay for what you did to my sister.”

Shantel scoffed. 

“You expect me to pay for the sins of a whore? Fat chance!”

“Shantel!” Damien warned her. 

Shantel sized Genevieve up before taking Kylo by the hand and leading him and his siblings out of the foyer. When Genevieve saw Margo and Stella, her face soured. 

“It's a shame that Connie didn't kill you when he had the chance,” Genevieve sneered at Margo. 

Margo raised a challenging eyebrow at Genevieve.

“Stella, how is Lady Delilah doing?” Margo asked. 

“Oh, she's doing wonderful! She was here last weekend having tea with me.” Stella replied. 

“Do give her my regards the next you speak to her.”

“Of course, I will do just that.” 

Hearing that name got under Genevieve’s skin.

“Oh, Your former Majesty, you look quite distressed, is something wrong?” Margo asked Genevieve.

“Don't you two ever mention that name in my presence again!” Genevieve replied. 

“You know. ‘Tis truly a shame that Edward married you and not Lady Delilah, the woman he truly wanted.”

“‘Tis a shame indeed,” Margo added. 

“Tell me, Genevieve, what's it like to be the one someone was forced to settle for and not be the actual love of their life?” Stella asked Genevieve. 

“Ladies…” Damien calmly warned them. 

“Very well Your Highness. I shall go help Her Grace with the grandchildren.” Margo said to him before taking her leave. 

Damien straightened his shoulders before addressing his brother and sister-in-law.

“As for the two of you,” he said with a snap of his fingers, “you've wasted enough of my time. So now you can follow the guards and take your leave. And oh! One more thing, unless I have written correspondence announcing your pending arrival, you are to NEVER step foot on my duchy estate grounds ever again.” 

“Enjoy it while it lasts little brother. Because soon it'll all come crashing down. I will make sure of it! Your son-in-law won't be the first of the Rys clan to be forced off of the throne!” Edward sneered at his brother.

“It was good to see you, cousin! May the next time we meet be at your well-deserved funeral!” Stella said as Edward and Genevieve were led out by the guards. 

Damien gave her a lopsided look. 

“What? It's not my fault that your brother has always had a tree trunk stuck up his ass,” she said before walking off. Damien shook his head and went back to his family. However, something about what Edward said started to nag him. 

After spending all day at the horse farm in California, Shanelle and Marquise had dinner at a restored speakeasy in Big Bear. 

“How’d you find this place?” Shanelle asked. 

“I mean I am a Doctor who does research for a living,” he replied.

Shanelle snorted.

“Smart ass.”

He chuckled

“Believe it or not Randall Sr. told me about it. He and his wife celebrated their anniversary there. So I looked into it and thought it would be a perfect backdrop for dinner.” 

After dinner, the pair walked the quiet dark street, occasionally gazing up at the star-filled night sky. 

“It's beautiful isn't it?” she asked him. 

“Yes, you are. And the view is nice too,” he replied. 

“You're not even subtle!”

“Subtlety is a luxury that I don't have.” 

Shanelle shook her head as they continued their walk.

“I love these moments, you know.”

“What moments?” he asked. 

“The moments where it's just us. Don't get me wrong, I love being with our kids and family but sometimes I just want it to be just us,” she replied. 

“I understand that. Because we're always surrounded. Either by family or kingdom business and protocol. So when we get these quiet moments together they feel rare but so meaningful.”

“You will never see fault in anything I say or do will you?” 

“Nope. I never have and I never will.”

Marquise looked at his phone that buzzed in his pocket. 

“We should head back. Besides, it's almost time.”

“Time for what?” she asked. 

“You'll see soon enough.” 

When they got back to the winery, Marquise had Shanelle blindfolded as he led her back to their room. 

“Okay what's with all the subterfuge?” she asked. 

“All will be revealed shortly,” he replied. 

“I don’t like it when you say that.”

“You're right. You love it when I say that.”

He led her into their room then slowly closed and locked the door. 

“Are you ready?” he whispered.

“Yes. Now show me,” she replied. 

He took off her blindfold to reveal their transformed guest room. In the middle of the room were blankets, pillows, several boxes of different sizes, and a picnic basket that was surrounded by rose petals and bathed in a soft light from lit candles.

“Wow. You did all this?” Shanelle asked. 

“The staff did this at my request. That's why our dinner was so long. I wanted to make sure they had enough time to get everything set up.” he replied as he led her to the middle of the room. 

“Now let's see what's in the picnic basket,” Marquise said as he opened the basket. “We have champagne flutes, Lowyn Moscato, chocolate-covered strawberries, eclairs, and truffles from your favorite chocolate shop in Paris. Y’know since the children  all but demolished the ones I got you for Valentine's Day.” 

“So this is dessert?” she asked. 

“Yes. How’d I do?” he replied. 

“Hopelessly and romantically perfect,” she replied as she plucked a truffle from the box, “mmm! Mocha!”

“And white chocolate hazelnut,” he added before popping one in his mouth. 

Shanelle poured them each a glass of Moscato.  

“How about a toast sire?” she asked. 

Marquise chuckled before clearing his throat. 

“Here’s to you. My gorgeous, amazing, accomplished, loving, angelic, wife. To your tenacity as a wife, mother, and a Queen. To you, the dynamic woman who stole my heart and has captivated me. You walked into my life at a time when God knew I needed calm in the chaos of it. You are a beautiful storm, powerful and present. Your natural instinct to be devoted, nurturing, and loving should be studied. I love everything that you are and all that you represent. I love your brilliance and conviction. I love your passion, magnetism, and eternal fire. I love you, Shanelle Dominique Miller-Rys. I always have and I always will. Because all I am is because of you.” 

Shanelle was stumped. 

“Why do you always do that?” 

“Do what?”

“Always make your speeches hard to follow!”

“Because I've been giving speeches since I was three?”

Shanelle rolled her eyes with a smirk.

“I have no idea how to follow that. Because you've made it impossible to do so.” she paused, “We have been together for 9 years, but as of tomorrow, we've only been married for 8 of those 9 years. And every year you remind me why choosing you and continuing to choose you is the greatest thing I have ever done. You said that my natural instinct to be devoted should be studied but so should yours. You have literally kissed the ground I walk on. The way you care for me, the way you constantly and consistently love me, the way you will fiercely defend and protect me. The way you hold me when I’m scared. The way you soothe me. The way you will constantly fall all over yourself for our children. All of it is you are a man and especially as my husband. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m not dreaming or having a delusion of grandeur. You are my husband. My one true love. I love you, Marquise. I will never love another. Only you.”

They clinked their glasses together. After finishing their drinks, Marquise stood up and brought her to her feet. He connected his phone to the wireless speaker and played their Spotify playlist. 

“Dance with me,” he whispered. 

“Happily,” she replied. 

Teddy Swims “Lose Control” played while they danced slowly. 

“Something's got a hold on me lately. No, I don't know myself anymore. Feels like the walls are all closing in and the devil’s knocking at my door.” 

Marquise sang the hook to her. 

“I lose control when you're not next to me (when you’re not here with me) I'm falling apart right in front of you, can't you see?” 

Slowly they swayed together, suspended in time. It was as if they were in their own little world. As they danced through the many different love songs they added to their playlist, they stopped when the song changed to Cascade (Lovers Quarrel

Mix) by Stokely. 

“Now it's time for presents,” he said to her. 

Shanelle raised an eyebrow at him. He gestured for her to have a seat on the chaise lounge in their room. He knelt before her with two black boxes in his hands. He set the boxes down next to her before placing both of her calves on his shoulders. 

He gently took her right calf in his hands and began to place soft kisses all over it. When he reached her ankle, he kissed along it, he then began to focus on her right foot. After slowly slipping her heel off, he left featherlight kisses all over it. Making her shiver. He took one of the boxes and opened it, revealing a diamond anklet. He gently placed the anklet on her right ankle before turning his attention to her left calf and repeating the same process. 

He slid his hands up her dress to her thighs. Slowly massaging them in circles. He stopped long enough to grab another black box.

“What's in that box?” she asked. 

“A couple of custom jewelry pieces,” he replied. 

He opened it to reveal two diamond garter belts. After kissing the inside of her right thigh he placed the garter belt around and secured it then did the same to her left thigh. He stood up and brought her to her feet as well. 

“So is there a theme here?” she asked. 

“Yes. You are the most precious gem in the world. So it's only fitting that you be draped in diamonds. Now this dress you have on is beautiful but it's in my way.” he replied. 

He twirled her around until her back was flush with his chest. He nuzzled her neck as he slowly pulled the zipper of her dress down and let it pool at her feet. 

“The most beautiful woman in this world is you,” he whispered as he slipped off her bra and panties. 

He wanted and needed her to be naked before he continued. Feeling his hands slowly roam her body made Shanelle dizzy. Every curve was accentuated by the candlelight. He reached for another black box and it piqued her interest. 

“What's in that one?” she asked. 

Rather than answer, he opened the box and revealed an intricately designed body chain. He connected it to the garter belts on her thighs and then wrapped it around the curves of her hips. He followed the plains of her stomach and diaphragm. Wrapping the chain around both. He let the chain caress her breasts and sternum before connecting it around her neck. 

He stepped back and marveled at the sight of her draped in diamonds. But he wasn’t done. He opened one last box, inside it were a pair of diamond earrings, bracelets, as well as a layered necklace. 

When he was done, she was covered in diamonds. He held her close, kissing just below her right ear continuing down her neck. The juxtaposition of his warm kisses and the chili from platinum setting the diamonds were in on her skin, sent chills down her spine. 

With the pads of the fingers on his right hand, he traced the body chain down her stomach. 

“Absolutely exquisite.” He whispered in her ear.

“Are you gonna spend all night complimenting me or is this going somewhere?” She asked. 

“You need to learn patience, my beautiful one.” He replied with a boop to her nose. 

“I don’t wanna.” She pouted. 

“When have I ever not given you what you want?” He asks. 

“Fair.” She replied. 

He kissed the knuckles of her right hand  softly before continuing to the inside her wrist. Kissing just above where the bracelet was resting. He continued to kiss up her arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. When he reached her neck, he placed a suckling bite at the base. She felt him tangle his left hand in her hair and pull her head back slightly. To give him an unobstructed path to her ear. She braced herself by holding onto his arms. 

“Damn…” she breathed out. 

“There's more where that came from but first.” 

“You need to be out of that suit. Abhi will have a stroke if I ruin it by ripping it off of you.” she said as she slipped his jacket off. 

“Don't let me stop you,” he said as she continued to strip his clothes off of him. 

When she had his shirt off she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. She finished taking off his clothes before leading him to lie down with her on the blanket below. 

He hooked his left hand behind her neck and brought her mouth to his. At that moment, the world didn’t matter to either of them. All that mattered was the two of them and the love they shared. The kiss was intense, raw, passionate, and powerful. 

He broke the kiss so he could slowly kiss along her jaw and down her neck. Knowing how sensitive the spot between her ear and her neck was to her, he grazed it with his teeth, making her shiver. He continued down her neck to her collarbone. Switching between gentle kisses and grazing the skin with his teeth. 

The sensation felt like heaven and torture at the same time. She loved how he would be gentle and yet forceful with her. 

She moaned softly as he pleased her breasts. Her back arched as he switched between dragging his tongue across her nipples and nipping and sucking on them. 

With his mouth solely focused on her breasts, he slipped his right hand between her legs. She gasped when she felt his fingers rub against her slick folds, running them from her throbbing clit to her warm entrance. She gasped softly as he dipped his fingers inside her and slowly began working them in and out of her. 

“Shit!” She moaned. He was driving her crazy. His mouth and left hand were focused on her breasts and his right hand was pleasing her very wet center. Her breathing was erratic and her hands were white knuckling the blankets underneath her. 

Her moans, gasps, and whimpers were music to his ears. He wanted her to completely come undone, so he upped the speed of his fingers. Working them in and out of her while pulling on the body chain. 

“Yes! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” She begged. 

He was enjoying being able to make her squirm but he wanted more. He wanted to taste her in the worst way possible. So he went from pleasing her breasts to sliding between her legs. 

“I am about to thoroughly enjoy this!” He whispered before wrapping his arms around her legs and diving face-first into her now hot center. 

She nearly jumped out of her skin when he made contact with her sensitive skin. His mouth felt amazing against her. He sent heat blazing and electricity surging throughout her whole body. 

This man, this gorgeous man was doing exactly what he wanted to her and she didn’t even care. She just wanted him to eat her out with every ounce of reckless abandon that he had in him. Her hips involuntarily rolled, her toes curled and her legs started to spasm as he continued feasting on her. She loved every minute of it and so was he. He was causing her internal heat to burn hotter and her orgasm to continue to rise higher and higher. 

“Yes! Don’t stop! Do! Not! Stop!” She begged. 

She was steadily unraveling. Falling further and further into her orgasm. He caused her orgasm to flood and take her with it when his tongue surged inside her.

“FUCK!” She gasped out loud as she gave into the pleasure. Her body shook as her orgasm consumed her. He let her go even though he wasn’t quite finished with her. 

“Well, that was fun and just know I’m not done with you, my Queen.” He told her. 

“Do you have to be so damn good?!” She asked as she tried to catch her breath. 

“Yes, I do. I have to make sure that you are always satisfied.” He replied. 

She shook her head and said, “Get up here!”

“As you wish.”

He slid back up to her waiting lips. When they kissed he felt as alive as she did. Their connection has always been strong, but he wanted to solidify that connection between them. Holding her in his arms was a high and when he looked in her eyes, his heart skipped a beat. 

“Je t'adore mon amour.” He whispered. 

“I adore you too, my King”

He smiled at her before kissing her again. They were madly in love with each other. He rolled onto his back and had her straddling his lap. To him, there was nothing and no one in the world more beautiful than her. Especially when she was naked in front of him. He trailed a finger down the middle of her chest, causing her to shiver and goosebumps to rise on her skin. 

“Tu es magnifique mon amour.”

“You’d better fucking believe it.”

“Taking control are we? I love it when a woman takes control.”

“No, you love it when I take control.” She whispered in his ear. 

“Yes, I do. I am yours, my love. Do as you wish with me.”

She grinned at him before capturing his lips in hers. She guided his hands to her ass and left them there. He took that cue from her and began to massage her ass. The feeling of his hands kneading, caressing, squeezing, and palming her ass made her dizzy. 

“You know I always love to make you feel good.”

“I want you to do something for me.”

“Name it, my queen.”

“I want you to fuck me!” She whispered in his ear. 

He flipped her onto her stomach and then whispered in her ear, “All I want you to do is arch your back and let me do the rest.”

She did as he told her to do. With his left hand on the small of her back, he lined himself up with her wet entrance with his right. Biting his bottom lip he entered her. She gasped softly and he groaned in pleasure. She felt like heaven to him. He started slow allowing her to get used to him being inside her. 

“You feel so fucking good!” He moaned in her ear. 

She loved this side of him. She loved his dominance as much as she loved his strength and his wisdom. He was gentle most of the time, but it’s when he wasn’t that she loved the most. 

Once he knew that she had gotten used to him, it was time to get down to business. He started to increase the speed and force of his thrusts and it was on from there. Soon, he was giving her exactly what she wanted, by fucking her into the sweetest oblivion.

He felt her muscles tighten around every time he surged inside her. When he began to use his hips to piston in and out of her, she nearly lost it. 

“Yesssssssssss! Don’t! Stop! Just…just like…that!” She strained out. 

“God you feel so fucking good! You’re so wet! That’s it, baby! Take it! Take me! Take it all!” He growled in her ear. 

She didn’t want him to stop. Not when she was dangerously close to her climax. But that’s exactly what he did. He stopped. She cried out in agony and desperation but it didn’t make him move. He just held her in place, not moving. It sent her into a downward spiral. 

“You are mine, Shanelle.” He growled in her ear as his finger circled her clit. 

The heat inside her coiled tightly. She wanted him to finish her. But instead, he took his time. She wanted to scream because he was taking his time. He was taunting her. She was becoming weak from it. But she knew that he was the only one who could finish this and her. Yet, he stopped moving altogether. He left only the tip of his dick was inside of her. She cried out in frustration. She didn’t want him to stop and that’s exactly what he did. 

“Is this what you want?” He asked as he teased her by moving his hips, sinking deeper into her. 

“Yes! I want that!” She shouted, desperate for him to finish her. 

“I’m not so convinced, my queen. I don’t think you want it. So tell me how bad you want it.”

He was feeling playful but she wasn’t in the mood to play. 

“Marquise! Please don’t do this! I’m so close!”

“Then say it, Shanelle. Tell me that you want it.”

She didn’t have time for this. She was right there. Right at her cusp and ready to go over it. But he would not move. He wanted to hear her beg for it. 

“Say it, my queen! Say that you want it!” 

At that point, he could’ve asked her to twerk on Pope Francis. As long as he gave her the release she was craving. To illustrate his point, he gave her a taste of what she wanted so desperately. He fucked her good and hard, bringing her closer and closer to falling over her edge before stopping completely. She bit down on the pillow underneath her in both desperation and protest. But eventually after him not doing what she wanted she gave in. 

That’s when he knew he truly had her. 

Marquise wanted her submission and now that he had it, he could give her what she wanted.

“Say it, Shanelle!” He growled in her ear. 

“I want it! I want you! Fuck me! Please! Make me cum!” She cried out.

“That’s my girl!”

Marquise finally gave Shanelle what she wanted by resuming his pounding of her, and she was going crazy. Not only was he giving her the best fuck she’d ever had in her life, but he was continuously hitting her G-spot with precision. She wasn’t going to last much longer.

“There! Right there! God! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

“Yeah! That’s it! Keep saying that you want it!”

The sound of their bodies coming together gave way to the richest form of pleasure that either one of them had ever had. Her moans started to get louder once he started rotating his hips with each thrust. 

“Do it again! Do it again! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She moaned. 

She was getting dangerously closer and closer to her edge again but couldn’t seem to go over it. 

“That’s it, my love! Cum for me! Let it all out! Cum just for me!” He growled in her ear.

Those words were all she wrote. 

“Oh God…I…I…Yes! I’m about to—“ was all she could say before her body and especially her orgasm took over. Stars burst in her eyes and she gave in to the orgasm.

That was it. That’s what did it for him. He plunged deep inside her and buried his face into her neck and growled into his release. 

He shivered while holding her in place as both started to come down from the high. All they could hear was their combined ragged breathing. They were both sweaty, exhausted, and completely satisfied.

He collapsed beside her, grabbed a blanket and covered them both then wrapped his arms around her. 

“I…love…you…” he said as he showered her in rose petals and small kisses on the back of her right shoulder. 

“I have something for you, my queen.” 

“There’s more?” She asks. 

“There’s always more, my love.” He replied. 

He reached behind him and pulled out a small black box.

“What’s this?” She asks. 

“Open it and find out.” He replied. She gave him a side-eye. 

“I don’t know about all this.” She told him. 

“Just open the damn box!” He said to her. 

She took the smaller box, opened it, and nearly dropped it. 

“Oh my God! You didn’t!” She exclaimed. 

“What did I do?” He asked in a not-so-innocent voice. 

Inside the box was a huge Canary Diamond Wedding Ring. She couldn’t believe it. She was just staring at it. 

“You bought me this?” She asks. 

“Yes. Here, let me put it on.” He replied. 

He took the ring out of the box and gently placed it on her ring finger. She was speechless as she looked at it. 

“Why did you?…where did you?…when did you?…how did you?” She struggled to ask. 

“Let me explain. You know that I always get you a new wedding ring every year. This year is no different. I made an appointment with our favorite jewelry shop, and told Silvio to craft the most perfect anniversary ring.” He explained. 

“I don’t know what to say to you. I can’t believe you…I mean you didn’t…” she struggled to say. 

“My love, there is nothing I won't do for you. Always know that.”

She smiled at him as tears started to fall down her face. 

“I love you so much, Marquise. Happy Anniversary.”

“I love you too Shanelle. Happy Anniversary mon amour.”

“Here's to another year of us.”

He kissed her slowly. 

“We are Forever and More.” 

When they got back to the palace the next day, His Majesty had a bone to pick with his daughter. 

Khari looked at her dad who had a serious look on his face. 

“Uh oh!” she said before she tried to run but he caught her by her collar and hoisted her up.

“Yipe!”

“Not so fast!”

Khari looked at him. 

“What did you tell your cousins?” he asks her. 

“Umm that I love them very much?” she replies. 

“About me bringing them a gift when we went to California.”

“Huh? Oh yeah! I told them that you'd be bringing them a big surprise.”

Marquise blinked at her as her mother died laughing. 

“Okay. Well, why didn't you tell me?” he asks. 

“Would that have helped?” Khari replied.

He let go of her collar and she dropped to the floor. 

“Whoa!” 

That night while having a quiet drink to himself, Damien knocked on Marquise’s office door. 

“Am I interrupting?” Damien asks. 

“Not at all. Come in, have a seat.” Marquise replied. 

“Thank you, son.”

“How was your trip to Duchy Toussaint? Did the children behave themselves?” Marquise asked as he poured his father-in-law a drink. 

“Yes, they did. We had an amazing time. Except for one thing.” Damien replied as he accepted the drink. 

“What's that?” Marquise asked. 

Damien thumbed his glass before downing his drink. 

“Edward and Genevieve showed up.”

“While my children were there?” Marquise asked. 

“Yes. I had no idea they would show up.” Damien replied. 

“I believe you. So what happened?” 

“We were having lunch when the guards informed me that I had a guest waiting in the foyer, and when I got there…”

“There they stood?” 

“Yes.” 

Marquise nodded. 

“We got into an argument and I raised my voice a little too loudly and it caught the children's attention.”

Marquise poured him and Damien another drink. 

“I see.”

“I assure you, Your Majesty, I did everything I could to shield the children.”

“I’m not mad at you Damien. I've always known that eventually he and his wife would meet them. I just wish I was here when it happened.”

“I understand that. But that's not all.”

“What else happened?” Marquise asked. 

“Edward made an offhand comment about you and your ancestor King Gideon. So I did some digging and found out something big.” Damien replied. 

“What did you find out?” 

“I think…I think…he and Genevieve are trying to stage a coup against you and my daughter. From what I found out they've been quietly amassing support from several noble houses across the kingdom and especially from the Heads Of State of Comery Isle. I think they want to force you and Shanelle out and then install Lord and Lady Gallagher.”

Marquise nodded before downing his drink. 

“Interesting.”

“You don't sound surprised son.” 

“Because I’m not. I've known for years your brother and his wife never got over losing their kingdom. And when Edwin was forced to resign from his position, that took away their only other access to power. So this is nothing more than them trying to undermine me and pull a power grab.”

“So what will you do?” Damien asks. 

“Although this rumored coup won't get very far, I will sit back and watch. I want to see how this will all play out. Especially when they start to lose the support they've garnered so far.”Marquise replied. 

“What do you mean son?”

“You have to remember Damien, I know where bodies are buried. Literally. I also know which family closet has the most skeletons in it.“

“Very well Your Majesty,” Damien said before standing up with a stretch, “I’m going to head to bed now. Thank you for the drink.”

“My pleasure. I'll see you in the morning Damien.”

Damien nodded before taking his leave. Marquise downed his drink before walking over to his desk and pressing a panel on the bookcase. 

A voice answered. 

“My King.” 

“Start digging up bodies and turning over stones. Report back with everything you find. Spare no detail.”

“By your command my Liege.” 

The voice disappeared. 

“So the peasants want to challenge me? Very well, let them come.” Marquise said to himself, “Besides, it's been a while since something exciting happened in this kingdom.” 

[littleashleylynn]

STEVE BREEDING KINK FANFIC PREVIEW

💗 18+ ONLY 💗

Here’s a little preview of a special fic I’m working on, let me know what you think ;)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Dom!Steve, Sub!Reader, Mommy Kink, Unprotected Sex (you are married in this scenario so it’s all good), Very very dirty naughty fan fic

Summary: You and Steve just got married and he bought you a big brand new house, with a brand new California king sized bed he wants to break in by trying to get you knocked up with the six little nuggets he’s always dreamed of ;)

Face down in your big, brand new bed, feet touching the floor, Steve wedges a clothed knee between your legs, signaling you to open wider, letting him stand between. Your black lace panties are starting to feel wet by your core. One of Steve’s strong hands caress the stocking still clinging to your thigh. He still in his clean, pressed work clothes, now shrugging off this suit jacket and tossing it onto the nearby decorative armchair.

“Look at you, baby” Steve coos, using both hands to caress the backs of your thighs dressed in the transparent material. “Look at this tight ass I get to come home to every night.”

You can only get yourself to whimper. Your stomach coils with anticipation on what your husband will do next. You hear the loosening of more fabric behind you - he’s loosing his tie and tossing it on the bed right next to your head to soon be used.

“Aren’t you just a pretty little wife, Mrs. Harrington?” He purrs, caressing the meat of your left ass cheek. “You like your new name, Mrs. Harrington?” And with that he swats the cheek he was just caressing, giving you a decent little spank.

“Ah! Y-yes!” You cry out. He leans over you to kiss up your back, between your shoulders, up to your neck. He kisses right under your ear.

“That’s good…” he growls softly, applying another tender kiss to your neck. “But how would you like to be called Mommy, huh?” He whispers, assaulting your neck with sultry kisses. Your breathing hitches and he stands back up again, grabbing your hips, rolling his hips so his clothed erection rubs on your aching pussy. It feels incredible even though you are still in your thin black panties.

Steve groans as he humps you, moving his hands from his hips to slowly unbutton his dress shirt.

“You like all of these nice things I get for you, baby?” Steve purrs, revealing more and more of his chest, covered in a thick brush of hair. “Daddy got you the perfect wedding, this big house, a new car…” he finishes unbuttoning and leaves the pressed white shirt to just hang open.

“…and your new Chanel boots sweetheart?” Steve spanks your left cheek again and you let out a yelp and then a sweet whimper.

“And what about your new Louis Vuitton handbag?” He spanks you again. “Huh, honey? And the new sexy dress you will be wearing to dinner tonight…” he softly runs one hand up your back to play with your hair. “Daddy really likes that dress. The short, black, satin one…” He then takes your hair into a makeshift ponytail in his fist and pulls just enough so you squirm.

“Where was that from again, sweetheart?” He growls softly, yanking a little harder to get an answer.

“A-ah, D-dolce and G-gabbana.” You moan.

“Oh that’s right baby…” Steve smirks, releases your hair, then suddenly flips you onto your back so your tits are now getting grazed by the air of the bedroom, nipples hard and waiting. Steve snaps the elastic of your garter belt, making you let out a little squeal.

“Now, tell me how much Daddy spent on that dress. I’m so tired from a long, haarddd day at work, I can’t remember.” Steve cooed, almost condescendingly. When Steve elongated the word ‘hard’, he thrust his pant, covered cock into you so you can feel how rock hard he actually is at this point. You’re starting to pant with want at this point. No more questions. You just want your sexy husband’s throbbing cock in your pussy. You want him to utterly wreck you.

Lost in thought you forgot to answer so Steve snapped the elastic band holding up your stockings harder.

“Answer me, sweetheart, how much did Daddy spend on that nice dress?”

“Mmmhh” you moaned at the pain “twenty five hundred dollars…”

“What an expensive little dress…and I’m sure that handbag was even more, wasn’t it?” He purred, continuing to dry hump you over and over again. Drowning in pure lust, all you can do is nod, lips parting ever so slightly.

Steve leans in for a heated kiss. Your tongues dance. It’s sloppy.

Steve breaks the kiss with a dainty thread of saliva connecting your swollen lips.

“Since I get you such nice things, I’m going to need to get something from you in return, baby.” He breathes softly. You look up at him through your lashes with your big doe eyes. He doesn’t break eye contact while undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. His trousers drop to the floor revealing a hard cock making an outline in his Calvin Klein briefs, as well as his black wool socks being held up by black suspenders anchored on his muscular, hair covered thighs. You bite your lip, inspecting his erection then return your attention back to his eyes.

He starts to palm at his needy cock. “I’m going to need you to give me babies.” He growls seductively. “I want you to let me fill you with my cum every single day, multiple times a day until you’re stuffed full. Until we have…six. Six babies.”

Your breath hitches again and you’re breathing heavily at his words. He lowers the band of his clean white briefs just enough to pull out his pink, thick cock, already dripping with precum.

“You think you can do that for me…Mommy?”

[quaememinisse]

Not a Baby

Theme: fluff, love, father/daughter, husband/wife

Characters: Bucky, OFC, OFC family

Author's note: Based on my story, as always, Secrets Aren't for Keeping.

          “Your sandwich is almost ready, baby,” Bucky explains, flipping Christina’s whole wheat, dairy-free grilled cheese sandwich on the pan with a spatula in his bionic hand, while continuing to sway with his 5-month-old son on his flesh shoulder. The bib protects the soldier’s bare shoulder from the drool as Theo continues to drift off.

          “I’m NOT a baby!” Christina exclaims, stamping her bare foot where she stands at the fridge door, reaching for the orange juice.

          “Hey,” Bucky whispers fiercely, turning to look at her with mild warning, Theo stirring a moment. Bucky places his mechanical finger to his lips, Christina glaring up at him angrily. She looks regretful a moment, before continuing to reach for the orange juice. She whines lowly, and Bucky walks over to the bassinet near the kitchen table, gently placing his sleeping son inside.

          “Hang on, peanut—I’ll get the juice for you,” Bucky promises. The girl sighs. The baby doesn’t wake, to Bucky’s relief. He gently rearranges the onesie so that the infant’s clothes are comfortably placed, grinning down with utmost agape.

Christina whines a bit louder, and Bucky rushes over to pick the orange juice up off the top shelf. He places it on the counter.

“You gotta have a bite of your sandwich first, okay?”

“Not fair—”

“Peanut, you, me, and mommy have talked about this a lot,” Bucky explains patiently. Christina doesn’t push further, knowing she will have to take a time out if she has another juice tantrum. Bucky turns the stove off, plating his daughter’s sandwich, rinsing a dishtowel briefly under the kitchen sink.

“It’s too hot right now, peanut. Wait till I’m done with the eggs. Not much longer—I promise.” He gives the pan a quick shine with the damp dish towel before re-applying a drizzle of avocado oil, spreading it over the heated surface with Cherise’s favorite purple, silicone spatula. He knows the last six eggs will be enough for his daughter and wife, who’s asleep upstairs. He decides he will instead treat himself to some of the roasted chicken his wife had made him last night.

Christina’s hands on the material of Bucky’s flannel pajama pants cause him to smile. He gazes down at her, his very eyes reflecting vibrantly back up at him.

“I just gotta scramble the eggs, then you can have the whole plate, baby,” he says. Christina tugs on the pants.

“I’m not a baby,” she says, clearly, but not so loud that it wakes her brother up. Bucky sighs, gazing down at her angry face. She’s been saying this sort of thing to him and to Cherise ever since Theo was born. She had not originally been happy with the idea of having a little sibling, having been used to everything usually being all about her for most of her life thus far. Bucky beats the eggs, placing the shells carefully in a paper towel.

“Well, you’re my baby, Christina,” he explains. She stomps her little foot again.

“I’m not a baby,” she says argumentatively.

“You’re daddy’s baby,” he says happily, winking at her. She groans, sliding down his leg, squeezing it with aggression. He holds back a laugh (Cherise had talked to him about laughing when their daughter had outbursts. His wife believed this response to be encouraging, and he’d had to learn not to find everything his daughter did to be adorable. Although this rage is not as genuine as Christina’s rage had been when he tried to explain to her that she was no longer going to be an only child.)

“Not a baby,” Christina whines. She just grips his leg, whining.

“Well, you’re sounding a little like a baby right now, peanut.”

“No!” she shouts.

Bucky pauses in flipping the rapidly denaturing eggs to look down at his child warningly.

          “You’re gonna wake your brother up. If you do that, you can sit in the living room and help him get back to sleep—”

          “Nooooooo,” Christina whines quietly. She frowns, gazing up at her father desperately. She doesn’t like to hear her baby brother crying up close. Though, whether she admitted to it or not, she loved him. Any time she held him while he cried, she could get him to calm down, and would wind up feeling pretty good about herself.

          “I’m sorry—I’ll be quiet, daddy,” she whines, her eyes watering.

          “Are those tears, peanut?” he asks. Christina releases his leg to cover her eyes, huffing angrily. Bucky turns the stove low before walking to the trash to discard the shells.

          “Come here, peanut,” he says, turning to gaze at her where she sits on the kitchen floor, glaring through her fingers at him while he washes the albumen off his hands. Christina shakes her head, crosses her arms, and sticks her tongue at him. Bucky frowns. He had not noticed the bib fall off his shoulder, Christina rubbing it back and forth against the floor under her foot absently.

          “Come here,” he says.

The child grunts and squeezes her arms crossed tighter. Bucky dries his hands on a dishtowel on the marble countertop before walking quietly back to his daughter. He picks her up. She immediately presses her bare feet to his chest, resisting him from snuggling her closely. He laughs genuinely, lifting her higher. Her glare lightens up a bit.

          “I’m sorry, ba—Christina,” he says, cocking a chestnut eyebrow. Christina’s flies up as well, and Bucky can’t help smiling, loving every feature of her beautiful little face. She is his mirror image, with her mother’s mouth and gentle ears, as she tucks a lock of thick brown hair behind one of them, biting her bottom lip.

          “But, you’re my first born. You’re telling me you’re not my baby anymore?” Bucky asks gently. Christina sighs, resisting his embrace less and less.

          “I’m six,” she says, “not a baby,” she states through gritted teeth. She swipes Bucky’s forehead with her brother’s bib. The soldier hadn’t even noticed her pick it up when he picked her up. She’s also so sneaky, like him. Bucky smiles, fighting another laugh.

          “Aren’t you my baby?” he asks again, sweetly. Christina sighs, tossing the bib aside and ending her assault on her father.

          “…Okay, daddy,” she says, after gazing skywards a moment, pondering this. Bucky smiles, finally able to fully clasp her in his arms. She hugs him back.

          “Oh, shit,” he mutters, smelling the eggs. He grabs the spatula as Christina clings to him, flipping some more to find the eggs a bit overdone on one side. He turns the stove off.

          “Shit!” Christina exclaims, staring him full in the face. She’d heard her father cuss a handful of times, and though he’d told her never to say these words, she seemed to enjoy defying him.

          “Excuse me?”

Bucky’s ears turn bright red at the sound of his wife’s voice suddenly by the refrigerator. Cherise crosses her arms, her mellifluous satin bath robe following her graceful movements long after she’d stopped moving. She stares wide-eyed at her daughter.

          “Didn’t I tell you never to say that?” Bucky says somewhat sternly.

          “You say it a lot,” Christina explains. Bucky gazes at his wife apologetically.

“N-no I don’t.”

“Mommy, daddy said shit,” Christina explains.

“Which means you shouldn’t be saying that, too,” her mother adds.

To Bucky’s relief, the woman starts to laugh. Christina shimmies impatiently, and Bucky puts her down to finish tending to their breakfast. He had already made Cherise’s coffee, and makes his way into the fridge, kissing her on the forehead while simultaneously grabbing the chocolate almond milk she likes to drink it with.

          “How’d you sleep, baby,” he asks, gazing down at her a moment. She kisses him on the lips and his heart sings as he saunters to the kitchen cabinet to grab her favorite glass mug.

          “Mumma’s a woman—not a baby," Christina explains, placing her hands on her hips. Cherise giggles.

          “Well, I can’t call you that anymore, can I, peanut? I gotta call one of my girls my baby.” Christina stares between her parents in confusion. Cherise brushes her fingers through the girl’s hair.

          “Very well, James. And I smelled everything and just had to come down and get it. Good morning, peanut.” Christina is in her mother’s arms before Bucky can turn around again to admire them.

          “Teddy?” Cherise asks.

          “I got him to go down again, at last,” Bucky explains, nodding towards the bassinet. Cherise looks relaxed, exactly as Bucky had wanted her. She kisses him again as he hands her the coffee he knew she wanted, pulls her chair out at the kitchen table. He does the same for Christina, pushing her in securely before finishing plating all the food he had put together, spooning oatmeal into a bowl for Cherise to go with her eggs, not neglecting Christina’s orange juice. He microwaves his favorite rosemary chicken that Cherise had cooked for him the previous night, before joining his girls at the table. Christina is already explaining to her mother why neither of them should be calling her a baby anymore, careful not to be so loud that Theodore awakens.

          As he cuts into a piece of meat, he can’t have felt his life to be more complete.

[mommyreginababysnowy]

Robin finished cleaning Snowy. "That's convenient, Regina" he told his wife. The archer cooed over his baby daughter. "So adorable" he said, placing her in her highchair.

"Well now that you're clean, let's get you fed and we can play outside later" Henry said, picking up a spoonful of the food, doing plane noises for his baby sister.

"Yes many items and materials built here are very useful for example traveling by car is much faster then traveling by horse but they made vehicles much faster than that of cat and they even have flying machines," Regina explained to her husband. "Daddy very cute too but I like you and I like you with mommy," The baby princess replied to her parents.

Snow was happy that she was finally going to get feed. " Ahhhhhhhhhh," Snow opened het mouth as wide as she could as Henry feed her. "Kay I wanna play toos " Snow nodded. Roland felt left out "Hey what about me it was my idea first the little boy archer whinned to Henry.

[planetsano]

baby fever.

synopsis ↷ desperate times call for desperate measures. izuku makes you and your husband bakugou a mommy and daddy with his potent nut.

warnings ↷ pro hero au, breeding, pregnancy, unprotected sex, mentions of adoption & sperm donation, pining, infidelity, cucking, mmf threesome, male infertility, izuku has big breeder balls & a fat cock.

characters ↷ bakugou katsuki & izuku midoriya.

Izuku’s thick cock laid heavy on your tummy. Admittedly, he couldn’t remember the last time he’s been this achingly hard. The given situation was one Izuku never thought he’d be in— not even in his most perverted dreams.

“Come on, Deku.” Bakugou’s tone was harsh as he spoke to the green-haired man. “You fuckin’ promised you would get my girl pregnant so fuckin’ do it.”

Bakugou was infertile simply put. After a trip to a specialist, the doctor let you two know that Bakugou just didn’t have enough active swimmers in his sperm. Neither of you can count all the failed attempts at trying for a baby on both your hands combined. Unfortunately, it was something that couldn’t be helped with the doctor advising you to look into adoption and, well, a sperm donor.

Adoption was a high possibility, but neither of you was particularly fond of the idea of a sperm donor. It was the anonymity and the cold transactional feel of the whole ordeal that was unsettling and rather... off-putting to you both. As the weeks went by, the fear of not being able to have a child organically was really starting to settle in you both after the last few desperate attempts to try to get pregnant ultimately failed again.

Things went quiet after that. It was almost an unspoken rule to not bring the matter up anymore. Both parties were equally upset. You have to cope with potentially never being a mother while Bakugou fights his own demons— beating himself up for not being a husband that can provide everything for you in every single aspect of your life. It was mentally exhausting— you both were drained.

It was you who suggested the idea to your husband one night after a hero’s charity gala event. Everything was well throughout the night, that was until you grew envious of Izuku and his wife sharing pictures of their most recent newborn. That would be baby number three for the seemingly perfect couple. Bakugou noticed your change in mood that night, going from sweet and congratulatory to a shift into a more reserved and detached demeanor. He knew what was wrong but all he could provide at the moment was a reassuring hand on the small of your back followed by a chaste kiss to your temple.

You remember sitting at your vanity removing the last of your makeup when you brought up the conversation. Your nerves were getting the best of you but it didn’t stop you from trying.

“Katsuki,” You called softly, eyes looking at his relaxing form on the bed through your mirror. Your hands reached for the soft and fluffy material of the panda headband you often wore while doing your skincare routine.

“What is it?” Bakugou answered gruffly, his eyes still locked on his phone while he scrolled through his various social media. While you put the headband on, your mind churns trying to find the right words to say.

“What about... Midoriya?” Your voice was careful and cautious as if it were stepping on eggshells. It went silent for a few seconds before he spoke again.

“What about that twerp?” Bakugou sat up slowly and locked eyes from behind you through the reflection of the mirror. You mentally rolled your eyes at his juvenile words— even years after graduating from UA, some things never change. Your upper half turned around in the chair, your arm resting on the back as you looked at him.

“He can give us a baby.” You said.

That’s how Izuku found himself in the position he was now, seconds away from fucking his childhood best friend’s wife pregnant. There is no denying that there’s a bit of history between you and Izuku. Bakugou may have your long-lasting love, but Izuku was your first love once upon a time. Seeing you spread out underneath him like this once again after so many years stirred up deep feelings he’s repressed to such a degree that he believed those emotions didn’t exist anymore— that he grew out of them. He realized now that hadn’t ever been the case. Izuku almost feels sick, he’s been “happily” married for about three years now. What are these feelings? He remembers when you told him the news that you and Bakugou had gotten engaged. The cheerful smile on his lips couldn’t have been a bigger lie. “Repress. Forget. Ignore.” is what Izuku forced himself to do, eventually believing his own lie and “moving on.”

“Don’t wanna wait anymore— fuck me, please.” You whine and roll your hips upward in hopes of any kind of friction. Bakugou sat beside you both, his own cock hard and standing at attention embarrassingly enough. He didn’t have to be there, but he wanted to. It made sense, right? Obviously, he wanted to be present for his kid’s conception. It was only fair for him to be present. Bakugou insisted that it wasn’t for anything else, but the way his cheeks were flushed a peachy shade of pink indicated otherwise.

“Move.” Bakugou intervenes with a grumble. Izuku sat on his knees letting the blond hike one of your legs up, nearly pinning your thigh to your chest by cupping the back of your knee.

They watched your wet cunt visibly flutter around nothing before Bakugou took his middle and ring finger and plunged them deep into your cunt earning an explicit mewl from your lips. Izuku watched Bakugou twist and scissor his fingers a couple of times before slipping them out of you and bringing them up to the freckled man’s face.

“See that?” Bakugou asked. Izuku’s mouth watered watching the way the wetness from your hole coated Bakugou’s thick fingers making them glisten in the low-lit bedroom. Two clear thin strings of slick connected his digits as he spread them further apart. “Means she’s ovulating. Cunt’s begging to be bred.”

“Kacchan.. I—” Izuku’s gaze torn away from his fingers, anxious emerald irises met a pair of unyielding vermilion ones. “Are you both sure about this?” his brows are knitted upward in the center.

“Please, Midoriya,” The gentle plea followed by the dainty hand grabbing around his cock made him shutter. Izuku looked down at you with glossy eyes as you worked your hand up and down his shaft with the lightest touch. The precum he was producing was dribbling on your supple tummy and leaving behind a slick patch of wetness on your skin.

“Give us a baby, please. We can’t do it without you.” You spread your thighs further, slipping the head of his cock past your folds and against your clit a few times before aligning him up with your hole.

Izuku failed to notice Bakugou slip behind him until the blond’s lips were at his ear lobe, the tickle from his breath gave Izuku goosebumps.

“Fuck a baby into ‘er, Number 1,” Bakugou whispered, there was hidden aggression behind the nickname. “I won’t ask again.” He provokes. As much as Bakugou hates to admit it, Izuku was the only man he trusted enough to fuck his wife let alone get her pregnant. Izuku was the most fit in his opinion, besides himself or maybe, Kirishima. But with the lack of children on his end and the fact that Izuku had history with you in the past, it was clear what the obvious choice was.

Bakugou watched from over Izuku’s shoulder, his large hands roaming up and down his abs until he was eventually kneading at his big pecs. Bakugou’s eyes were locked on how slowly he entered you, how Izuku’s fat cock split your tight cunt open. Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape and your brow furrowed the more he pushed into your hole. Izuku’s bottom lip was tucked between his incisors desperately trying to hold back a moan. The stretch from his shaft separating your walls burned but it was so pleasant to be filled to the brim. His cock had a nice curve that hit all the right ripples inside of you. Once he was fully bottomed out his trimmed green bush met your clit.

“How does he feel, princess?” Bakugou asked.

“Feels good, Katsu,” You whimpered. “’S so big, baby.”

“Yeah? Stretching out your greedy cunt so well, ain’t he?” His vulgar words made Izuku’s cock twitch inside of you and a moan, rather a whine, escaped his lips.

It didn’t take long for him to start pounding into your poor cunt. Bakugou’s large hands gripped Izuku’s hips, guiding his pace and movement. The relentless pace was almost painful with men making it their mission to get his cock as deep as it could go into you. Izuku had your thighs spread and hiked up. Every time his pelvis rammed into you, the tip of his cock was blatantly kissing your cervix just begging to enter your womb. Bakugou’s cock rubbed against the curve of Izuku’s plump ass while his pearly straight teeth sunk into the younger hero’s skin, leaving deep, red bite marks behind.

All three of you were so, so close— just needed a little bit more.

“M-Midoriya— need- need your cum, need it-” You managed to speak between his hard thrusts.

“You’re gonna be a mommy soon, (Name),” Izuku let out. He sounded breathless, almost like he couldn’t speak. “Gonna make you both a mommy and daddy,” He was close, his voice was wavering just as much as his hips.

“Hah, yeah?” Bakugou grabbed a fist full of Izuku’s hair, yanking his head back so his Adam's apple was on full display. “You fuckin’ better.” The blond gritted into his ear, his cock rubbing against him harder and at a quicker pace. Izuku’s eyes were closed, brows furrowed and his mouth hanging open in complete ecstasy. He could feel you clench around his cock, your orgasm took you by surprise. It started tiny, deep in the pit of your belly until it erupted into strong waves and made your lower half shake into a fit. You felt a bit of wetness come from your cunt as your walls contracted around him.

“‘M gonna fill her up, Kacchan. G-gonna fuck a baby into her.” Izuku moans out in almost a delirious state of euphoria.

“Do it. She’s begging for it, Deku.” Bakugou nips at his ear. “Make me a daddy.”

As if on cue, Izuku’s painted your velvety red walls white in copious amounts. He unloaded every last drop he had held in his balls as if he’s been saving up for years to stuff your womb with his seed. You’ve never felt quite this full. The only way you could describe the feeling was being a water balloon that was actively being filled with a warm substance that was thicker than water. Izuku’s balls twitched as he continued to stuff you full, there was no way you were pregnant after this. He knew his seed was potent, it was almost dangerous. He was three kids now and none of them was a retry.

Bakugou on the other hand had his hand wrapped tightly around his cock jerking himself off hastily. He let out a low grunt of “fuck” before he spilled his cum on Izuku’s lower back, the milky substance running down slowly onto his ass. Izuku gave you a few more pumps, some of his seed was oozing out of your cunt already before he even pulled out.

Your belly felt so full and heavy, like a bitch in heat you just got bred. All you could do was lay there in complete bliss with your hand on your belly hoping that the next morning you would be a new mommy.

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[ike-bana]

When their toddlers ask them where babies come from f.t Yuji,Megumi,Gojou,Geto,Nanami and Toge

cw: mild suggestiveness and nothing else. This is mostly just humorous and wholesome

summary : Your little curious toddler decides to ask their dad where babies come from, how do they respond?

A/N : All characters are aged up and your kids are 4-5 years old. Contrary to popular belief ,it is important to give your children sex education. But you can only talk to them about some certain concepts when they get to a certain age. This is just some random nonsense I thought of when I was doing the dishes on a random day. I may have used mommy and mummy interchangeably cause I'm used to the latter

Also thank you @trashbunnywrites and @sodium-noodlez for helping me out with this,love you guys!

YUJI ITADORI:

-He's watching a movie when his little toddler comes running up to him with a question in their mind

- "Daddy, where do babies come from" The little one asks with a glint of curiosity in their eyes

-He scratches his head nervously and thinks about what to tell the child

-He decides to tell them that crack story that some of our parents have probably told us. That one about storks

-He can see his kid's face glowing with fasciation as they listen to their father's farfetched story

-"wow, really daddy?, so can I ask Mr. storkey to give me a widdle baby brother/sister" They ask in their adorable baby voice

-"Ah sorry kiddo, gonna have to talk to your mom about that first" He pats their head and sighs in relief

MEGUMI FUSHIGIRO :

-He's just about to take a quick nap on the couch when he sees his little troublemaker come up to him. gets it from his mommy

.- " Daddy, daddy, daddy!" They practically scream

- ''Yes (child's name)" his face automatically morphing from a look of tiredness to one of fondness on hearing his child's voice

-"Daddy where do you get a baby?"

-Unlike Yuji, Megumi is a pretty straightforward person when it comes to this, he sees no reason to make up a story but he doesn't think they're ready to learn about this yet.

-" Don't worry (child's name),you'll understand this when you're older" He gives them a knowing look

- " But daddy, I'm a big boy/girl" They pout

-You hear their little convo from the kitchen and you decide to back your husband up.

-"Sweetie, your daddy is right, we'll tell you when you're just a little older, ok?'' you tell them

-"ok mommy'' they look down in defeat

-You lighten up the mood by bringing up something they can't resist

-"Why don't we go play with your barbies and dinosaurs while we let daddy sleep" toys have no gender, fight me on this

-"yaay" They scream in excitement looks like they need to be taught about decibel levels

GOJO SATORU :

-He's watching some random videos on his phone when his kid comes bursting in the room

- "Daddy, where do babies come from?"

-As we all know, this man has no filter so he doesn't hesitate to attempt to explain in lay man terms

-"You see honey, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much, they go into a room and fu-'' He get's cut off when a size 15 shoe comes flying across the room with a speed of 10m/s, knocking the white haired sorcerer unconscious

-"Not in my house you don't" You mutter

-seeing what happened caused your toddler to burst out in fits of laughter

-"ha ha, daddy got hit with a shoe"

-You turned to your little one with a smile and asked them if the want to get some ice cream, of course they joyously agreed thank goodness for the short attention span of toddlers

-You left the house with your child while your husband still lay dazed on the floor .poor Gojo

GETO SUGURU :

- I actually think Geto would handle this perfectly. Don't get me wrong, I haven't read the manga but he's clearly the bad guy. I just think he's an overall soft and gentle person when it comes to his wife and kid

- so when his little toddler comes running to him with their tiny feet asking him a question most parents are reluctant to answer ,he answers appropriately

-Unlike Yuji, he doesn't make up stories but tells them instead : "You see little one, when two people love each so much, they pray to God and he gives them a beautiful baby" still not the whole truth but whatever

-The child's eyes are filled with wonder and glee at what their father told them.

-"Really, papa?''

-He pats their head affectionately and nods to affirm his statement

-''woww, so you and mama got me like that?" They asked in their little baby voice

-"yes,my little prince/princess"

-You catch this spectacle when you descend from the stairs of your home

-Your heart instantly melts when you see Geto bonding with your child

-It's certainly heart-warming

Nanami Kento

- Just like our guy Megumi, he would see no point in lying to his child but he wouldn't tell them something like "You were made from love", like how Geto would

-He'd look directly into his child's bright big eyes and tells them firmly but gently

-''You see child's name ,there's this whole complicated process that adults do when they want a baby but unfortunately I cannot tell you about it till you're older"

-His child is a little disappointed and asks why he can't.

-"But daddy why?"

-''Because (child's name),it's grown up stuff, okay?" he says with a soft smile on his face while patting their back . Ugh, daddy material much

-am I gonna be a grown up one day?"

-Of course, little one, one day ,you will" He chuckles and continues rubbing their little back affectionately, trying not to think about how his little angel wouldn't be so little anymore

-"Yaaaaaaaayy, can't wait!"

Toge Inumaki

- This might be a bit tasking seeing as he has to restrict his speech but then again, I have a feeling that if he works on his technique he may find a way communicate without causing damage

-Nevertheless, assuming he could speak, I think he'd be the type to just say : " Go ask your mummy"

-Yeah, he's pushing it to you cause he doesn't want to say something he shouldn't least you kill him for corrupting your toddler

-And at the same time, I don't think he'd want to outright lie to his child about the origin of babies. He seems like a very honest and logical person so I don't see him doing that

- So when he tells his kid to ask their mum, the child comes running straight to you.

-"Mummy, where do babies come from?, daddy said I should ask mummy"

- Of course, you take it upon yourself to attend to your child's question (You can choose how you'll handle this 😉 )

- you glance at him but he just shrugs his shoulders, earning him a playful eyeroll from you