#Echo baby I want to hug you you look so young and happy

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Some clone sketches! 

Tag yourself, I’m feeling a lot like Wolffe right now.

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: older husband!Ari Levinson x naive wife!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: daddy!kink, smutt, dd/lg vibes, pregnancy!kink, breeding!kink, housewife!kink, lactation!kink, size difference,  age gap, innocence!kink, naive reader, 18+ only, minors dni!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ari finally comes home to his very pregnant wife.

𝐀/𝐍: I’m just surprised I didn’t write this sooner tbh. Enjoy!

“Honey, I’m home!”

Your husband’s booming voice echoes around the house, sending thrills up and down your spine. You feel a huge smile plaster itself on your face – despite the fact that you’ve been married to him for almost a year now, you still feel giddy like a little girl every time you hear him come home. You carefully set down the casserole that has just finished cooking, impatiently shaking your oven mitts off before making a beeline to the front door and launching yourself at your big, beefy husband.

“Ari!” You hug him hard, pressing your nose into his hard chest that smells so deliciously like him. Like fresh soap and his manly musk with a hint of salty seawater. Just him. And you can’t help but breath him in, trying your best to climb up his body and wrap your legs around his waist, which is obviously a hard task considering how big your belly has gotten. “Missed you so much,” you mumble against his solid body, loving the feel of his warm arms enveloping you into his embrace. You wish he’d hug you harder, completely crush your body against his like how he used to. Till you can’t breathe but in the best possible way.

But of course, he’s ten times more mindful of you now. Pregnancy and all.

“Baby,” Ari breathes, burying his nose in your hair and nuzzling the top of your head. He presses a bunch of kisses against your hairline, one hand already on your belly (its favourite place to be, as of late), stroking it softly while his other hand meanders down to your ass (his other favourite part of your body). “Mm, I missed you too, sweet girl. Missed your little body against me like this.”

He cups your face, tipping it upwards and lifting you slightly so he can plant a kiss to your lips. He was just so damn tall and big – kissing was a bit of a problem unless he bent down or picked you up. You didn’t mind, though. You loved how much bigger he was than you, how strong and beefy and muscular he looked.

And Ari’s genes were strong enough that he’d passed them down to his unborn children too. You were about eight months along with Ari’s twins in your belly. Both boys. Both bigger than average according to your last scan. And both extremely active and strong just like their daddy – you knew because of all the somersaults and kicks they were subjecting you to day after day. But it was worth it. Ari said that you were the always the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid his eyes on, but pregnancy just made you glow differently. And he’d get that fire in his eyes every time he looked at your belly growing his babies, and it made you feel so powerful, so sexy, so wonderful.

You’d only been married to Ari for a month before you’d found out you were pregnant. You’d met him less than a year ago, this business tycoon who’d swept you off your innocent feet. He was handsome, charming and respectful, and he’d proposed to you after only a few weeks. You’d said yes, of course. And he’d made it clear that he wanted a big family, a cute little housewife (you) who took care of him and his children. You were all too happy to oblige, because you wanted all those things too.

“How are my boys?” Ari whispers, cupping your belly with his huge palm. God, he was just so big – built strong like a wrestler yet also lithe and athletic. Not to mention so goddamned handsome! You couldn’t believe your luck. Some of your friends had told you that you were too young for a man like Ari. You were only fresh out of college and he was almost double your age and the CEO of one of the biggest tech companies in the country. That didn’t matter to you, though. You liked being his little baby, having him dote over you and spoil you (which he had done since the day he met you, and continued to do till this day).

And so what if he babied you all the time and made all your decisions for you? You liked giving up the control, and Ari was just so smart and level-headed, it just made sense to allow him to take over every aspect of your life.

“Your boys have been extra rowdy today.” You giggle as your husband continues to press kisses all over your face and neck, his long hair tickling you as he does so. “They keep kicking me like they want to come out already. How am I supposed to tell them they’re not due for another month?”

Ari smirks, easily picking you up with one arm like you’re a little baby yourself. His other hand is still splayed over your swollen stomach. He’d grown addicted to cupping your belly ever since the day you told him you were pregnant. It was a problem in the early days, when none of your friends and family knew yet your husband kept stroking your belly in front of them, a cocky look on his handsome face that all but gave everything away.

“I can’t wait till they come, but I also want to keep you pregnant just a little bit longer.” Ari murmurs, carrying you into the living room. He gives your ass a loud slap, the action making you yelp and clutch his muscular bicep as he grins. “You’re so sexy like this, baby. Have I ever told you that?”

“Only about a gazillion times,” you roll your eyes, but this earns you another hard slap on the ass and a warning look from your husband. You squeal, “Ari! That hurt!”

“You know not to roll your eyes at me, honey. I may have married you and knocked you up but you’re still my little baby.” Ari pats your bum and gives it a soft squeeze before kissing your cheek to make you smile. “And I’ve told you to call me daddy, princess.”

“Oh yeah, sorry daddy!”

“That’s okay, baby.”

You’d called Ari “daddy” during sex ever since he took your virginity on your first date almost a year ago. It just fit him; he took care of you so good and he was just so big and strong and dominant. Ari was really into it, always coaxing you to call him daddy – even outside the bedroom. And he’d always look so extremely smug when you’d inevitably slip and accidentally call him daddy in front of your friends and family.

But especially now that the two of you were married and lived in Ari’s big suburban mansion, he just went crazy every time he’d come home to you in your checkered apron, pregnant with his babies and calling him daddy. He’d told you once that it was his idea of heaven on Earth, and you were the one who’d given it to him.

“You have no idea how hot you look right now, baby.” Ari tells you as he takes a seat on his armchair and sets you on his lap. You’re still dwarfed by his huge size even when he’s sitting down with you on top of him, holding you securely on his knee like you’re his little baby. His gaze grows dark as he watches your breasts bounce slightly as he sits down, pink tongue peeking out to lick his lips hungrily. “I couldn’t concentrate at work, all I could think about was my baby wife, round with my children and taking care of my house in your cute little dress.”

You glance down at your dress, it’s one of many that Ari had bought for you. He had said that baby wives only ever wore dresses around the house so it was easier for their daddies to fuck them. You had absolutely no problem with that, seeing as you loved wearing the cute dresses he bought for you, and you also loved it whenever he’d slip his hand up the cotton material, or bent you over a random piece of furniture around the house and fucked the living daylights out of you.

Ari was a loving and doting husband, but sometimes he would get extremely rugged and rough with you. He’d tell you that you were his wife and it was your duty to bend over for him whenever he pleased. Sometimes, he’d watch you with lust-filled eyes while you did the housework around the house. And all he had to do was snap his fingers and you’d come running over to him.

He’d either push you down to your knees and make you suck him off till he was satisfied, or he’d bend you over the arm of the couch and fuck you fast and hard, calling you his cute little baby housewife, telling you how all your holes belonged to him only, because he was your husband and he owned you. And you’d whimper and mewl and wail and cry while he had his way with you, till he’d fill you up with his cum and then pull you upright, straighten your dress, slap your ass and send you back to your housework.

No wonder he knocked you up so quickly.

“Honey? You still here?” Ari bounces you on his lap and you blink before smiling up at him.

“Oh. Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Why would you need to think, baby? Daddy does all the thinking, remember? You just look pretty.” Ari bounces you on his lap again, making you giggle while his eyes once more zero in on your breasts. They’re so much bigger now that you’re pregnant, and Ari has been paying more attention to them than usual. In fact, your pregnant body in general has him incensed and feral. He’s always grabbing at you and pawing at you, squeezing and groping and stroking your every curve like he can’t get enough.

He reaches past you to grab the cold bottle of beer which you’d already set out for him on the coffee table. You watch him as he takes a deep swig, admiring how handsome he is. He’s got a defined jawline covered with his thick beard that makes him look more manly and virile than ever. A gorgeous sloped nose with a cute bump on it that you love to kiss, and high cheekbones smattered with freckles. He sports a golden tan almost all year round, as well as a wonderfully beefy, sun-kissed body that you can’t get enough of.

Even now, you slip your hand up and down his hard stomach, feeling his hairy, toned abs through his cotton shirt that’s stretched taught over them. God, he really was the hottest man alive. All the women that worked for him were crazy about him, including his secretary. But Ari had told you not to worry, that you were the love of his life and he’d waited forty years to find you, and he’d wait forty more to find you again.

“Dinner’s all ready for you.” You say, pressing a kiss to his cheek because he looks so deliciously handsome and you can’t help it. “I made all your favourites, daddy. I think I’m getting better at cooking now.”

You’d struggled with cooking at the beginning of your marriage. You knew Ari expected you to be a good little housewife, but cooking was never your strongest suit. Ari hadn’t minded though, always finding it adorable when you’d sheepishly serve him burnt food that was borderline inedible. And then he’d order a takeaway and you’d both eat in front of the TV, and he’d lick the pizza sauce off the corner of your mouth before pulling you into his lap to make out.

But you’d wanted to be a good housewife for him, after all, Ari worked so hard to provide for you and he bought you whatever you wanted. He didn’t expect you to slave away in the kitchen, of course, but you figured he deserved a good homecooked meal once in a while. And so, you sifted through various cookbooks and online recipes and YouTube videos until you’d finally been able to cook something half decent. And Ari had been so proud of you when you’d served him a roasted chicken and mashed potatoes, and making you husband proud was all you really wanted to do.

Back in the present, Ari playfully chucks you under your chin, “You’re an amazing cook, sweetheart. I can’t wait to eat dinner. But I won’t lie, baby, right now I’m hungry for something else.”

His eyes go down to your chest again, and you smile demurely as thrills shoot down to your core. Ari’s big hands cup your breasts, squeezing them lewdly before tweaking your hard nipples through the thin material of your dress. You never really wore bras inside the house, and Ari was not one to complain about that. He grins wickedly when two wet spots appear on the fabric covering your nipples.

You’d started lactating recently, and Ari had been nothing short of thrilled about that. “Baby wives feed their daddies their mommy milk,” he’d told you, and of course, he was always right. You were scared at first, having him drink from you. But he’d been so ravenous, so hungry for your milk and the intimacy that came with doing something like that. How could you possibly say no?

Now, Ari fed from you all the time. It was almost a daily occurrence which almost always ended in mind-blowing sex.

Ari holds you close to him as he kisses down your neck, his hands slipping up your arms to push the straps of your dress down. Your breasts are painful and heavy as he frees them from the dress, your nipples already hard as glass but you still hiss as the cool air hits them, making them even more erect, if that was possible.

“Poor baby,” Ari coos, tweaking your nipple casually while you squirm in his arms, whimpering like a baby who needs to be tended to. That only incenses Ari more, and he gives your erect nipple a couple of flicks, making you gasp as he laughs wickedly. “Look at your sexy tits, all sore and heavy. They must really hurt, huh baby?”

You pout and nod, grabbing his forearm desperately, “Y-Yeah, they do. Daddy, plea–”

“My poor baby,” Ari continues, squeezing and groping to his heart’s content as droplets of your milk begin to leak. Your husband licks his lips, spreading the liquid all over your sore breasts, making you hornier than ever but he only smirks. “Bet you’ve been waiting all day for daddy to come home and breastfeed from you, huh?”

“Y-Yeah, please!” You whimper, jutting your chest out till your heavy breasts are almost smothering his face. And all he does is laugh, giving your nipple another hard pinch while you feel the tears of frustration well in your eyes. He reduced you to tears so easily, but it was only because you craved him so badly and didn’t like it when things didn’t go your way. He often teased you about this, calling you a needy, spoiled baby who lacked any type of patience.

Ari gives your nipple a light flick with is tongue, his blue eyes shining wickedly as your breath hitches. But then he lets out a feral growl, completely enveloping your nipple between his lips and sucking down hard. You whimper again, grabbing his hair and holding his head close to your breast as he begins to drink your milk, groaning, biting and licking at your nipple like a starved man.

“God, you have such sexy tits, baby.” He mumbles against your breasts, burying his face into them as he continues to suckle. He grabs your other tit and gives it a rough squeeze, kneading the soft flesh with his expert fingers. “And your mommy milk tastes so good.”

“Th-Thank you, daddy!” You manage to get out through all the different sensations you’re feeling. He’s still bouncing you up and down on his lap, his hard dick poking against your butt like a steel rod through his pants. Plus, his mouth working against your nipple is making you see stars, and you feel pleasure mixed with the relief from him draining the milk from your breast.

“Good girl with good manners,” Ari grunts approvingly, his voice slightly muffled as he lewdly takes your whole breast into his mouth (as much of it that fits) giving it a hearty suck while rocking you against him as he dry-humps his dick up into your clothed core. “Just like how daddy trained you to be. Fuck, baby. I bet none of my friends’ wives are as obedient and cute as you, huh?”

“N-No!” you agree with a yelp when he gives your ass a firm slap before grabbing a handful of your ass-cheek from under your dress and giving it a lewd jiggle. “D-Daddy, need you so bad!” You try to grab his hard dick out from the waistband of his pants but he easily slaps your hands away, making you pout and whine as he continues to suck your breasts.

“Let daddy have his meal first.” Ari scolds, slapping your butt again, harder this time, before focusing his attention to your other breast. He suckles you sweetly at first, before growing greedy once your milk starts flowing into his mouth. Incensed, he moans against your breast, grabbing your hips and repositioning you on top of him. He bounces you up and down straight on top of his crotch while he feeds from you, and you moan wantonly as your body begins to work itself up.

“B-But daddy, I waited all – ah! – I waited all day for you!” You pout, trying to grind down against your husband but he holds you in place, always wanting to control your pleasure and never letting you seek it out by yourself unless you had his permission.

Ari releases your nipple with a pop before grinning wolfishly down at you, a thoughtful look on his face as his hand splays itself on your belly once more. “Well, you were a good, patient baby today, weren’t you?”

“I was, I was!” He slips his hand down under your dress, quickly settling it between your legs while your breath hitches and eyes cloud over with lust and want. And all it takes is for his pointer finger to press down on your swollen, panty-covered clit and you’re cumming. You squeak and clutch on to his muscular forearms as you orgasm, your other hand going down to hold his hand in place between your legs as you hump and ride against it. Your panties are completely soaked through and your entire body is buzzing with sensitivity as you pant his name.

Ari looks extremely smug as he watches you orgasm in his lap, leaving a sizable pool of your wetness on his clothed leg. Casually, he tweaks your nipple, his blue eyes trained on your face as you gasp in response, your body twitching in his arms.

“You’re so sensitive now, baby. I bet I could make you cum without even touching you.” Ari says, looking proud and smug at the same time.

“S-Sorry,” you shoot him a sheepish look once you’ve come down from your high, “can’t help it sometimes, daddy. Specially since I can’t ever touch myself when you’re not here.”

That was one of Ari’s firm rules that you had to follow. At the beginning of your marriage, Ari made it clear that baby wives like you had to follow all the rules that your husband set. That included not speaking to other men without his permission, always doing what he said, always telling him where you were, and of course, never touching yourself without his permission – certainly never when you were alone in the house.

“Dumb babies like you don’t know how to touch yourself.” Ari answers, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he slips his hand out from between your legs, licking his fingers lewdly. “That’s why you need daddy to tend to you all the time. Now tell me, baby, how would you like to be fucked tonight?”

In next to no time at all, your big, beefy husband has you on all fours on your king-sized bed upstairs. A feral energy had overtaken him when you’d shyly voiced your desires to be fucked as hard as possible. Pregnancy made you so horny and feral for him, and in the early days he only ever allowed you on top, because he was so much bigger than you and so scared of hurting you. But soon, he’d learned to be rough in a way that had you both feeling satisfied without ever really causing you any harm.

And so, Ari had wasted no time in carrying you up the stairs, laying you down on the bed and slapping your ass as you scrambled to get on your hands and knees for him. And he’d slapped your ass once, twice, three times, and you knew he was mesmerised by how it jiggled.

“You’re so fucking hot like this, baby.” Ari murmurs, spanking you again like he can’t get enough. “Kept thinking of you like this while I was at work, bent over like a little whore in front of me.”

“Please put it in, Ari!”

“Patience, sweetheart.” He chuckles, running a hand up your spine and sending shivers all throughout your body. He presses his dick against your naked backside, and he feels so hot and pulsating. He’d torn your dress off the moment he’d entered the bedroom, and his own clothes had quickly followed suit. And now you were at the mercy of one big, horny, muscular, beefy man. A caveman, by the looks of how feral he was getting behind you. It’s like seeing your pregnant, naked body just flipped a switch in him, and his own patience was riding thin along with yours as he continues to rut against you.

With one quick thrust, Ari drives his huge dick inside you. You cry out in pain because he’s so big, and you’ll never get used to just how big he is. He’s more than twice the size of you and so incredibly well hung, and all you can do is brace yourself and take it, your whole body jerking forward from the force of his thrust. You’d have gone face first into the mattress had he not anticipated that and grabbed on to your hips tightly.

“Oh, fuck, baby, such a tight fucking hole you got. Daddy barely fits inside.” Ari’s fingers are clutching your hips so tightly, you know it’ll leave a bruise. And he’s rough from the get go, although you know he’s holding back because you’re pregnant. “God, fuck, sweetheart. You got such a good and tight fuckin’ snatch, so perfect for my dick, fuck!”

“H-Harder, daddy!” You cry, rutting back against him as your breasts bounce up and down from the sheer force of his thrusts. But your request earns you a swift smack to your bum.

“Take it how daddy gives it to you, baby.” Ari sneers, the alpha male inside of him taking complete control as his hips increase their pace. It feels like he’s ripping your insides with his hard dick but you feel so goddamn full and so good that you don’t even care, even as he continuously rains slap after slap down on your ass. “God, fuck, such a good little baby wife. Obedient as shit, aren’t you? Daddy’s little baby, gonna give me a bunch of babies, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yeah, gonna have your babies, daddy!” You agree, sounding delirious and very much like an airhead who’s only capable of repeating what her daddy is saying to her but he’s reduced you to this state through his sheer hard fucking and you don’t even care. You want it harder, want him slamming into you till you can’t catch your breath and you pass out. But you know he wouldn’t, you can tell by how he’s got one arm now wrapped protectively around your belly, as if he needs to keep it there to remind himself not to lose control like how he often does during sex.

You remember a couple of times when Ari had gone completely feral, fucking you like you were an animal. Relentless and unforgiving, leaving you with bruises and bumps as he’d had his way with you again and again. But the dark side of you had enjoyed being a cumdump for him, despite the fact that you’d cried from the pain and overwhelming pleasure. And Ari had taken you into his arms afterwards, telling you how sorry he was, how he’d be careful with you in the future, how he got too riled up and how he couldn’t help but take you roughly when he saw how sweet and innocent you looked. And then he’d always be so sweet with his aftercare, and run you a bath and dote on you and hug you till you fell asleep in his arms, smelling like rose scented bubble bath.

“Want me to knock you up again, sweetheart?” Ari asks you back in the present, fucking you so hard you’re seeing stars. His fat dick is hitting all the right spots inside you, making you arch your back as he keeps thrusting into you, hips going into jackhammer mode. “Because I will knock you up again, baby. Soon as you give me my boys, I’ll have you on your back and filled to the brim with my fucking cum so you get knocked up again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? Wouldn’t you? Fuck!”

“YES, YES, YES!” You scream at the top of your lungs, the pressure building up inside you till that invisible coil snaps and you cum so hard, you’re seeing stars. You collapse underneath Ari, and he has to hold you up as he continues to fuck you. But him describing how he’s going to knock you up again was enough for you to squirt all over his dick, your slippery walls squeezing his hard, fat cock that doesn’t stop its relentless assault inside you.

“Fuck yeah, baby, squeeze my fuckin’ dick!” Ari groans, using your limp body as a literal hole for his dick as he grabs your hips and makes you shake your ass on his dick, “Fuck yeah, baby couldn’t help but cum from the thought of getting knocked up by daddy, huh? Well, you gotta give me another one, honey. One orgasm isn’t enough for my baby girl.”

He pulls you up to your knees so your back is against his chest. And your body is completely limp and void of energy since orgasming had taken everything out of you, and you’re not even sure you can cum again like how he wants you to. But your beefy husband holds you up against him nevertheless, one big hand wrapping around your throat while the other cups your heavy breast and squeezes, and this whole time his hips don’t stop moving inside you. His fat dick driving in and out of you at different, varied paces. Slow so you can feel every ridge and vein, and then fast till his hips are a blur and you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“You best fucking believe I’m always going to keep you pregnant from now on.” Ari growls in your ear, squeezing your tits together as he paws at you like a feral caveman, his fingers pressing against your throat and cutting off your air supply just enough for your vision to blur and it all feels so deliciously good and you’re long past the point of even being coherent as you wail and scream for him.

You can feel him losing himself, getting rougher and rougher. You know your husband too well, you know he’s turning himself on more and more at the idea of impregnating you again. His lips latch onto your neck, sucking and biting while his hands squeeze your breasts so hard it hurts, and you feel your milk dribble down your nipples.

Ari sees it too, and you swear you can feel his dick get even harder inside you. In a nanosecond, he’s manhandled you into a different position. Now, he’s sitting on the bed with you on top of him, and he’s bouncing you up and down on his dick. And oh my fucking God, it’s so much deeper this way! You can feel your puffy clit grind against his trimmed pubic hairs as he does all the work, his muscular arms wrapping around you, not caring at all that your pregnant belly is in the way as he continues to fuck up into you.

“Can’t let your mommy milk go to waste, can we?” Ari grins, grabbing your tit and latching his mouth on it immediately, sucking down so hard that you see stars. He lets go with a pop, “Guess I didn’t get all of it, huh, baby?”

You hold his head in place, carding your fingers through his brown waves as he continues to drink your milk like a ravenous beast, like he can’t get enough of it. Switching from one nipple to the other, giving both your breasts equal attention as he drains the milk from them.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re breastfeeding daddy, baby.” Ari tells you, his voice muffled as he keeps his face buried in your breasts. And all the while he’s bouncing you up and down on his dick, and you can feel your second orgasm start to build up – and he hasn’t even cum once yet! You wonder how he remains so calm, so casual enough to have a conversation with you during sex. Meanwhile you’re a dishevelled mess on top of him, head lolling to the side as you’ve already gone dumb from all his ministrations.

“God, fuck, gonna keep you pregnant at all times now, sweetheart.” Ari declares, getting feral again as his hand splays out on your belly. “I want at least five more kids, baby. You gonna give daddy five more babies?”

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, I will!”

“That’s a good fuckin’ girl. A good fucking baby wife. I’m so glad I found you, baby. I love you so fucking much.” He kisses you, pulling you by the hair till you’re flush against him, his hips fucking up into you at a blurring pace that makes you feel like he’ll rip you in half any second now.

“And all the other guys will be so fucking jealous that they don’t have a cute little knocked up baby wife who does whatever they ask. Fuck! Tell me you’re my cute little baby wife!” He pinches your nipple harshly before going back to your belly, rubbing it with his huge hand as he clutches you so close on top of him.

“ ‘m your cute little b-baby wife!” You moan, finally finding the energy to desperately ride him, up and down and backwards and forwards, grinding against the thick steel rod that is his dick as it jams up your poor, abused fuckhole.

“Damn right you are. And I’m your daddy who knocked you the fuck up. And I’ll do it again and again, because you’re my fucking property and I can do whatever the fuck I want with you! You got that? Fuck!”

“Yeah, oh fuck, yeah, daddy, you own me! Wanna have more of your babies! Want you to keep me pregnant all the time!” You blabber incoherently.

“And you’re gonna obey me, and be a good little mommy to all our children, aren’t you?” He smacks your ass hard, once, twice, three times till your ass is sure to be raw and all the while you nod and agree with him, “A good little mommy who does what she’s told to do, and spreads her legs every time daddy wants to knock her up again, you got that?”

“Yes!”

“Fuck, sweetheart. Can’t wait to come home to you taking care of our little ones. Five of ‘em, with another one on the way. Fuck, can’t fuckin’ wait for that.” Ari grunts, his thrusts growing deeper and hitting your spot so deliciously and making you mewl, as well as his words and promises of keeping you pregnant which have you turned on beyond belief.

The pressure in your lower belly builds up higher and higher, more intense till you almost can’t stand it. And it feels so deliciously good, your pleasure mounting higher and higher as Ari continues to fuck you throw it all, holding you close and coaxing you, telling you to cum again for daddy, giving you permission to let go and cover his fat dick in your cream. And you obey, and you cum so hard, marvelling at how much of it squirts out of you.

Like a broken faucet, squirt after squirt of your cum covers his cock, and you sob and clutch at Ari’s hairy chest, burying your face in his hard chest as you cum so hard you almost faint. “Oh daddy, daddy, daddy!” you whimper like a broken record, like a baby who’s collapsed and needs to be held by her big, strong daddy.

“That’s a good baby,” Ari coos, stroking your hair like you’re his good little girl and the pride in his voice makes you sag with relief and euphoria, and his thrusts grow sloppy as he continues to ride you through your orgasm. His fat balls slapping against your pussy, and you know his load will be big because he’s held off so long.

“Fuck, baby.” Ari lets out a guttural groan before he cums, emptying himself inside of you as spurt after spurt of his hot cum sears you from the inside out. Brands you as his as your greedy pussy squelches and swallows his seed like it’s your job. And Ari looks so proud, holding you so close to him till it hurts, like he doesn’t want a single drop of his cum wasted as he fills you up like you’re his personal cumdump. “God-fucking-dammit, your greedy little snatch is squeezing me so good, baby. Best fuckin’ pussy I ever had, taking all my daddy cum like a good little girl. Fuck, take it, take all of it!”

And you do, taking every drop of his thick ropes of cum till you feel so full, stuffed to the brim with his heavy load as you fall down, completely spent and breathing hard, on your back on the bed.

You’re completely sapped of all energy, and again you marvel at how Ari seems perfectly fine, as if he hadn’t just emptied the world’s biggest load inside of you after a long session of unbridled, hot, rough sex. But your husband seems more interested in your body in its post orgasmic glow, rubbing you all over as you rest from the fucking you’ve just received, marvelling at his cum as it drips out of your pussy.

“Looks like your baby pussy couldn’t keep it all in, honey.” Ari swipes a finger up your slit and it comes up covered in his cum. Your mouth drops open in the shape of an o, which works out in your husband’s favour as he feeds you the thick cum. Globs of it, again and again, swiping up from your pussy before he brings his finger to your lips and allows you to suckle it off him. And it’s all you can do in your weakened, post-fucked state, suckle his fingers like a baby as your daddy feeds you his cum.

“Th-Thank you, daddy.” You murmur weakly, not forgetting your manners as Ari smiles down at you smugly. Finally tearing his gaze away from your body, he lies down next to you and gathers you into his arms for a cuddle. Kissing the top of your head and all over your face as he holds you close to him, till you can feel his heartbeat in sync with your own.

“You’re welcome, baby. I love you so much.” Ari answers, looking like the happiest man in the world. And it’s such a powerful feeling, knowing it’s you who has made him feel this way.

“Love you too, daddy.” You say tiredly, cuddling close and burying your face into his hairy chest as you breathe in his intoxicating post-sex musk. “Can’t wait to give you more babies. Can’t wait for our boys to come. I’ll be the best mommy to your babies, I promise.”

Ari chuckles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he gazes at you with eyes filled with adoration. His hand goes down to cup your belly, and he squeezes you so close to him, you feel you might suffocate. But in the best way.

“I know you will, baby. I know you’ll take care of my children, but right now I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Okay, daddy.”

He runs you a strawberry scented bubble bath, carrying you to the bathroom and getting into the tub with you. Gently scrubbing you clean and massaging your sore muscles and sensitive skin while you lie on top of him in the bath, content and barely conscious from the incredible session of fucking you’ve just received. Smiling faintly as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, promising you the world and more, his words painting the perfect life which lays in store for you in the future, as well as the perfect life you’re currently living now – all because of him.

THE END! This is my ultimate fantasy and i have no clue why i never wrote it before now! pLEASE PELASE let me know what you think! thank you very very much! love you all!

[sajajhsbz]

Jealous

Pairing: Sodo Ghoul x reader

summary: Since you joined the band, Sodo has been hostile towards you, but you would have never guessed the reason was jealousy...

warnings: Smut| fingering, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, choking, and spanking.

"it's not my fault y/n can't play fucking right"

"I can't play? Please Sodo you got half the fucking song wrong"

"fuck you"

"you wish"

"ok ok ok" Copia intervened "Let's all calm down a moment and take a break, alright? Sodo" He nodded to him "Go have a smoke"

A grumbled "fine" echoed off the rehearsal room as he walked off, slamming the door behind him.

"god he's such a fucking drama queen" you sighed, having a sip of your water as you sat down between Phantom and Swiss.

"he always has to shout- and always at me! I honestly don't get what I've done to make him hate me so much"

They exchanged a look, a smirk playing on their lips.

"I don't think he hates you, sweetheart"

you snorted " 'sure looks like it"

"I think it's actually quite the opposite"

"What, that he wants to fuck me?" you asked, rolling your eyes "You all do, you perverts" you teased "And if that's the case, yelling won't get him anywhere"

they chuckled "We know baby, but you know how he is..."

"yeah, an asshole"

just then the door opened, Sodo's still clearly tense figure emerging from it.

"yeah" somebody whispered in response, but you were focused on him.

Copia asked him something, but his eyes set on Swiss's hand you hadn't even noticed was placed on your thigh.

He emitted a grunt that spurt of jealousy to answer Copia, and your eyes met for just a moment.

You definitely took note of that.

__ __ __

Only you, Phantom, and Sodo were left in the rehearsal room, as always the ones taking the longest.

You laughed at a funny remark Phantom made and slapped his shoulder playfully as you finished packing your stuff.

"oh I almost forgot" you recalled "Here is your pick," you said, fishing it out of your pocket to hand it to him.

"don't worry, keep it"

"Are you sure? Didn't you have this since you were young?"

"I did, but I want you to have it"

Your lips turned into that happy pout he adored

"thank you so much!" you smiled, throwing your arms around his neck in a tight hug.

He hesitantly hugged you back

"you were always my favorite" you whispered into his ear, sensing how he shivered under you

"thank you, handsome," you said again, kissing his cheek for a moment more than necessary before letting him go.

"n-no worries" he shook his head, poorly attempting at hiding his blushing cheeks.

He picked up his things as quickly as he could before rushing to the door.

"Uh-Uh, I-I'll see you later"

"bye handsome" you chuckled, watching him scurry to his room.

A loud sigh came from your right, and you caught Sodo rolling his eyes as you turned around

"oh don't worry you're handsome too" you teased, walking to him.

"You gave the poor kid a hard-on just for fun?"

"no, not just for fun, I'll take care of it later"

And there it was, that tick of his jaw as jealousy darkened his eyes.

"what, you're jealous?"

He avoided your gaze, pretending to be busy with his guitar's chords.

"you can tell me if you are..."

"I'm not" he spat

"so you're saying you haven't thought about me that way? that you haven't fucked your fist just last night imagining it was me?" you mocked, a sly smirk playing on your lips "We have really thin walls y'know?"

"fuck off"

You let out a dramatic sigh "Fine, then I guess I'll go keep Phantom some company since you seem to have a stick up your ass" you said, walking to the door, but before you could reach it, his hand grabbed your wrist, turning you around.

"I knew it" you grinned, as he stared right into your soul with his frozen eyes.

"shut up"

you smirked, ghosting his mouth, "Make me"

And at that, he'd had enough.

he crashed his mouth with yours, devouring you as if you were a fucking meal and him a starved man.

His tongue moved into your mouth, exploring all you had to offer as his hand gripped and groped like it was their duty.

He slammed you against the door, making you wince as your head hit the hardwood, he couldn't have cared less as he finally got a taste of what he'd been dreaming about for a whole year.

He didn't know why he had refrained for so long. He hated himself for wanting you this much, and all that hate was oftentimes wrongly pointed at you.

You let out a quiet whimper as he started sucking on your neck, your hand going straight to his long hair.

"see now, it wasn't so hard" you mocked him in between breaths "You could have told me earlier that this was all you wanted"

"I thought I'd told you to shut up"

You chuckled "you did"

"God you're such a fucking brat" his hold on your waist tightened "I think you need something to keep that mouth busy" he smirked "and as much as I'd like to see you kneel before me, I don't think you've earned my cock just yet" he taunted you, seeing the way your eyes had sparked at the proposal.

His hand traveled up your body until two of his long fingers reached your bottom lip.

"Be a good girl and show me how good you'd suck my dick"

You wasted no time taking them in your mouth, closing your eyes as you pretended it was his cock.

He groaned at the sight "Just like that-" he said, pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth as saliva pulled from your puffy lips.

You hadn't even noticed his other hand sneaking beneath your skirt, until you felt his thumb press to your clothed core

Your eyes snapped open as a muffled gasp attempted to flee your throat

"Yeah, I like you much better when you can't talk" he nodded, looking proud of himself.

"don't you even think about stopping" he growled, eyeing your lips as his fingers found their way inside your panties "if you do, so do I" he threatened, gathering some of your slick on his middle and ring finger and teasing your entrance with them

You moaned, but didn't need to be told twice as you resumed bobbing your head to suck on his digits.

"that's a good girl" he smirked in approval as he pushed his fingers inside of you, leaving you breathless.

"so wet for me" he murmured, kissing your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them just to the right spot "Such a good slut"

Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head with every movement of his skilled fingers, but you still tried to focus on your task, although his sucking on your neck really didn't help.

"aw, you're already coming aren't you" he cooed, feeling you tighten around him "poor baby" he continued, raising his head to look at you.

"you think you deserve to cum?" he asked, fastening his pace and causing your knees to buckle.

You eagerly nodded, giving him your best doe eyes

Yes I do, please,is what you would have said, if your mouth hadn't been so busy at the moment.

"yes? That's what you think?"

you nodded again

"We'll I don't" his movements cruelly came to a stop "all that teasing... that's not what good girls do now, do they?" he asked, his fingers leaving both your cunt and mouth.

"please" you begged, eyes suddenly teary

he chuckled "That's a sight I thought I'd never see, you begging me"

You wanted to punch him, but god, did you also want to come.

"please sodo" you prayed, bringing your hands to the tent in his pants "please" you breathed

"oh is that what you want? My cock?"

you nodded

"how come you don't use that mouth of yours when you should?"

"yes, sorry, yes, please fuck me"

"I don't know..." he taunted, but this time, you were ready to fight back.

"I know you want to" you spoke sultrily, slowly getting rid of your shirt "I know you've been dreaming about it since I first joined the band" You unhooked your bra and let it fall to your feet before slowly starting to stoke his erection "I know yo-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as he had gripped your hair, forcing your head up to look at him.

"You really are a fucking brat y'know" he grunted, suddenly turning you so that your head was pressed against the door "can't keep that mouth of yours shut for the life of you" he growled, as he undid his zipper.

His hand on your head traveled to the back of your neck, keeping you still, as his other hand gripped his cock and positioned it at your entrance.

"I'll see how you do with my cock deep inside you" he smirked, pushing into you without any warning.

"fuck" you screamed at the stretch. As much as he had gotten you ready, it still hurt deliciously.

" 'S too big for you?" he taunted, rolling his hips "I thought more of you sweetheart"

"shut up" you moaned, "just-please fucking move"

"don't have to ask twice" he snickered, as he started fucking you at a brutal pace.

"f-fuck- 'feels so-so good" you cried out, letting him use you like a doll.

You could feel him everywhere

"Yeah? Phantom makes you cry like this too, Swiss, any of the others?"

"So jealous..." you smiled, watching him from the corner of your eye.

He grunted as he slapped your ass in response "You really just can't help it, can you?" he asked, the hand on the back of your neck moving to the front of it and squeezing it tight.

A fire spread over your body, as a wave of pleasure took over you.

"look at you" he mocked "Finally fucking quiet" he murmured, bending down to whisper in your ear as his thrust didn't give signs of slowing "and all it took was my cock in your pussy and my hand around your throat" he bit your earlobe, making you cry out even louder "If I'd known, I would have done this a long time ago. Would have saved me so many headaches..."

And once again, the urge to punch him was overtaken by the need to come.

You were a mess. The only sound your throat could make were shameless moans as he pounded into you like it was his life-long duty to split you in fucking half.

"Such a good little slut for m-

A knock at the door distracted the both of you, but he didn't stop whatsoever.

"I FORGOT MY PHONE IN THERE!"

It was Swiss

"WE'RE BUSY!" Sodo yelled back, starting to fuck you harder again

"YEAH, I CAN HEAR. BUT I REALLY NEED IT"

A loud moan climbed your throat as Sodo's thumb found your clit.

You had a suspicion that was exactly his goal.

"GO THE FUCK AWAY"

"MAN C'MON I'M HAPPY YOU FINALLY FUCKED BUT I STILL NEED MY FUCKING PHONE"

You would have laughed if you hadn't been so cock drunk

"I SWEAR SWISS, IF YOU DON'T WALK AWAY RIGHT NOW I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU"

"FINE, BUT YOU OWE ME"

"WHATEVER, JUST GO!"

"I AM"

Your moans had gotten louder in the meantime, and your legs were shaking as your orgasm approached rapidly.

"Fuck- I can feel you squeezing me sweetheart" he groaned "you wanna cum?"

"Please" was all you could muster

"scream my name as loud as you fucking can, ok?"

You nodded,

"good girl" he kept his pace "Good. fucking. girl"

And at that, a wildfire ignited in your body as your orgasm took over every inch of your being.

You quite literally screamed his name as you came, and just as you started to recover from the life-changing climax, you felt him still inside of you, as thick ropes of his come filled you up to the brim.

He pulled out of you and all you could do was smile as you turned to him.

"swiss is pissed"

"yeah well, I don't give a shit, I just had the best fuck of my life"

"you'll have to make it up to him"

"I have no idea how"

"I do"

"do tell"

And at that, you giggled, as you raised yourself on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear

"we should let him join next time"

[milkbobatyun]

till death do us part

pairing: jiaoqiu x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst

summary: your dream was to be a healer, his was just to follow you, so how did it end up this way?

word count: 1.1k

a/n: wrote this before 2.5 was released (because i loved him the moment i saw his release) , this is just my own headcanon about why jiaoqiu "withdrew from medicine with a broken heart", hope yall enjoy (,, . ̫. ,,)

for as long as you could remember, a certain, teasing pink furred foxian stuck to your side like a burr. he followed you everywhere, like a shadow, though the jiaoqiu then would protest otherwise. he was your protector, he would huff, cheeks puffed out in indignation.

sometimes, jiaoqiu led you through the warbling creeks and rustling bushes, on a mission to help you find herbs. other times, you led him by the hand, playing general and soldier in the streets. the locals knew, if they wanted to find either of you, spotting the other half of the duo would often lead them to the person they wanted.

your childhood aspiration was to practise medicine and become the best healer, while his was more simple-minded. he just wanted to follow you, to be with you.

“to the ends of the planet?” young jiaoqiu’s head wobbled forwards and back fervently in agreement. “but what if i die?” hearing those words, jiaoqiu’s busy hands froze, eyes growing comically large, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. his soft ears flattened against his head in displeasure, sticky fingers reaching out to pinch your baby fat. “no! stop thinking like that!” he chided.

your tinkling laughter hugged his fluffy ears. “im just kidding, no need to look so worried.” you dismissed easily, turning back to sorting your herbs. 

jiaoqiu’s nose crinkled as he looked down at the pile of bitter-smelling herbs, before his shoulders slumped in despair. they all looked the same, how was he ever going to learn them all?

seeing his face, you quietly chuckled into your hand. 

“silly goose!” you teased. “you dont need to study medicine if you find it so hard.”

jiaoqiu pouted, feigning sadness at your teasing, tail drooping sadly towards the floor, a frown surfacing on his face. 

he only hoped that there wouldn’t come a day that he would regret not taking up medicine.

the wintery cold lingered in the air, jiaoqiu’s sensitive nose picked up the hints of the scent of spring. time had flown by quickly, his initially small and pudgy figure shooting up to an unfair height, his face sharpening, growing into those classic foxian features. it was down right injustice really, how such a man had a wonderful and pleasing face as his.

though you didn’t realise it, your own height had lengthened too. if you asked jiaoqiu, you looked as striking as your youth, if not even more. every time he saw you, his heart would beat quicker. your touch sending sparks flying on his skin, the warmth lingered after your hand was long gone.

jiaoqiu could only thank the aeons that his ears were not the colour of a tomato, though he doubts his soft cheeks could say the same. whenever he saw you, a cloud of red dusted his cheeks.

the loud, red firecrackers boomed in the courtyard of the yaoqing. cheers of joy and sobs of relief echoed behind.

today was the graduation of the yaoqing healers. after so many years of hard work in the pollen and dust filled cabinets of the yaoqing medicine storage, you were glad to be out of the stuffy old place. 

though jiaoqiu didn’t outwardly express his joy like you, his secretive smile and curved eyes told enough of his happiness. he was proud of you, fearlessly taking on every challenge learning medicine had thrown at you and creating your own solutions.

when you eagerly ran up to him, he engulfed you in his warm embrace, one tooth-achingly sweet grin from you cracking jiaoqiu’s mask, a suppressed grin of amusement and adoration surfacing from beneath. with your signature clap and handshake, the two of you made your way home, you skipping along the path, while jiaoqiu sauntered behind you, listening to your cheerful chatter.

how did it end up this way? it was supposed to be a routine round…

you were merely assigned to patch up wounded soldiers. so how was it that you were now bloodied, clinging to that thinning thread of life?

the rain poured down, a witness to the tears of jiaoqiu. his arms cradled your fragile body close to his chest, his warmth a campfire that roared against the encroaching cold.

the droplets slapped across your cheeks, a harsh reminder that you were clinging onto the edge of consciousness. the world was a blur of rain and darkness. you were vaguely aware of a warmth pressing against your cheek. you peeled open your tired eyes, trying to gain a sense of where you were. last you remembered, the encampment had been attacked.

“jiaoqiu?” you whispered out feebly, the words barely escaping your lips, which were slowly turning blue. “im cold. i feel so cold… i think im bleeding somewhere, it hurts...” you nestle in towards jiaoqiu’s warmth, seeking warmth as the cold seeped deeper into your bones. “you’re warm…” you trail off, the chattering of your teeth drowning out the rest of your words. your thoughts began to fade away, slowly bleeding out, like the blood from your wound.

how did it end up this way?

jiaoqiu’s trembling fingertips frantically tapped against your cheek, eyes wide with fear and desperation, in an effort to keep you awake.

you blinked up weakly at jiaoqiu, focusing your energy on staying awake. “jiaoqiu?” you meekly called out. “you look better when you smile, smile for me…please?” you pleaded quietly.

through the raindrops and tears that coated his face, jiaoqiu tried to smile, the corners of his lips twitching into a sad smile. seeing him give you a feeble grin, your face mirrored his, a shallow smile etched on your face.

‘if only i knew how to stop the bleeding…if only i learned, instead of giving up halfway, maybe i could be more use.’ jiaoqiu thought bitterly to himself, scorning his own stupidity.

with an effort, your shaking hand reached up towards jiaoqiu’s face, cradling his cheek. “dont be sad, smile for me. thank you for being with me.” you whispered.

“please dont leave me.” jiaoqiu pleaded, his voice cracking with sadness. “we still have so much to do. you’re gonna be ok.” jiaoqiu chanted the last 4 words like a mantra, a prayer that the aeons turned a deaf ear to.

the surrounding din of the world faded away, your life playing back before your eyes. you thought of all the moments you had shared with this sly foxian, wishing for just one more day, nay, even a second and you would be satisfied. but jiaoqiu was here, holding onto you and that was enough.

a final sighing breath slipped from your lips, your eyes losing their spark. your hand fell away from his cheek, head lolling to the side. in death, you were serene, a faint smile on your face—an angel taken too soon.

the rain fell harder, as though the heavens themselves were mourning your death, while jiaoqiu bowed his head, tears cascading like a waterfall of sorrow.

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[edensxgarden]

Baby fever with Lando, which then leads to sleepless nights… 🤫🤫

You had never particularly found yourself wanting to be a mother. When you grew old, you had visions of growing old with your lover, supporting him on the track until he eventually retired, and then traveling the world for leisure rather than for work. You simply had your whole life vaguely mapped out, staying alongside Lando, just you two.

But while laying in bed, scrolling through Instagram, you stumbled on a video. You watched as your phone played a video of Lando hugging a young fan, the boy crying in adoration and excitement at meeting his idol. A blush dusted your cheeks, and you couldn't stop watching. 

Seeing Lando being so good with the kid had your mind racing. You envisioned him playing around with a son of your own, a little baby for you to share. You couldn't shake the image of your happy little family, and it had you rethinking everything. Lando would be such a good father—the best father of your sweet kid—it made your heart clench. 

You were taken off guard when Lando walked into your room, dramatically flopping on the bed next to you. You caught vision of him, his hair messy and fluffed up, covered by a backwards hat. He wore grey sweats with no shirt, and his disheveled appearance did nothing but further emphasize your rosy cheeks. 

"What are you watching, baby?" He asked you with a curious smile on his face. These were the type of days you loved—lazy days where you laid together in bed all day scrolling through silly videos and binging some series you vowed to watch together.

In your flustered state, you shied away from his question, not wanting to admit that you had been watching this stupid video on loop for almost 5 minutes now. In the absence of your answer, Lando grabbed onto your phone and saw the reel your Instagram displayed, slyly giggling to himself at your attempts to retrieve your device. 

Lando looked back at you with a knowing smirk, the gears in his mind quickly working to read yours. Just looking at you, he could practically recite your exact thoughts, and he couldn't lie; the thought did quick work of turning him on. 

Lando was never quite on the same page as you about kids. He was never dead-set on having them, but a small part of him wanted one day to retire and raise a small family with you. Deep in your hearts, both of you knew you were far from ready for that, but that didn't matter in this moment. 

Lando grabbed your reaching arms, throwing the phone you were trying to reclaim somewhere safely in the room and pulling you towards him. He roughly claimed dominance over your mouth as you sloppily made out. Drool slipped from the sides of your mouths, and your teeth clashed together, but it turned you on beyond belief as you needily grinded yourself against his lap. 

"I got you, baby," Lando gruffly whispered to you as he skillfully pulled off your pajama shorts and made quick work of your panties, smirking to himself at the wet patch that soaked through the crotch area. He instantly sank his large fingers into your cunt, letting his thumb rest on your puffy clit, rubbing small circles onto it. 

You let your head loll back, letting your sweet moans echo through your bedroom while Lando expertly used his huge hands on your pussy. Lando always relished in the noises you made, pathetic and needy moans egging him on to make you cum around his fat fingers. 

Lando spoke with a condescending voice, babying you through the immense pleasure he brought you with just your fingers alone. He often found himself giggling at just how desperate you were for him. His patronizing laugh just made you wetter, wet squelching noises harmonizing with your moans. "Gotta get you ready for my big cock, yeah, baby? Gotta stretch you open." 

Despite the narcissistic act he had going on, Lando was completely enamored with you. He was so hard in his sweats, that he felt like he could go insane. His throbbing cock pressed against his pants, the leaky tip leaving a pearly wet spot against the fabric.

Growing needy himself, Lando increased the pressure on your swollen clit, pushing you over the edge as you tightened around Lando's fingers. Your body shook and twitched in pleasure, losing yourself in the feeling of Lando working you through your orgasm. 

Once you game down from your high, Lando was quick to rid himself of his pants, unable to stop his shakey hands from grabbing and pulling on his poor, deprived dick. He flipped you over so you were lying with your back against the plush mattress and aligned himself with your weepy hole, pushing in with a long wonton moan. 

Lando stilled inside of you, and desperate to feel him, you pushed your hips back on his, beginning to fuck yourself on his dick. Lando gripped onto your hips with bruising force, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths before signing out between gritted teeth, "Gotta stop that, baby, or I'll cum right now." 

You begrudgingly stopped your movements, letting Lando adjust to the squeeze of your walls around his cock. Once he regained his composure, though, there was no stopping him. Lando pistoned his hips into yours, fucking you with ferocious speed. 

He pushed your legs against your chest, holding them in place as he fucked you, reaching so deep inside that you could practically feel his fat cock in your stomach. Lando couldn't help his moans from escaping his mouth, his dirty mouth betraying him and spouting absolute filth as your cunt sucked him deeper and deeper inside. 

"Gotta fuck a baby into you, yeah? Gonna fuck you till you're all nice and pregnant with our kid." A loud moan interrupted his rambling, your pussy feeling far too good around his sensitive dick. 

"So tight around me, baby. Your sweet pussy is practically begging me to cum inside, fuck!" You unconsciously clenched around him, his lewd words forcing a moan out of you. 

Your legs began to shake as Lando moved one of his hands to play with your sensitive clit, feeling the familiar feeling washing over you. With a particularly deep thrust, you came around Lando's dick. Your tight walls squeezed around him, and he couldn't hold back any longer, emptying his heavy balls into your cunt and shooting milky white ropes of cum deep inside your pussy. 

Once he came down from his high, he rolled over onto his side, a loving look in his blue eyes as he pushed the leaking cum back into your cunt. "Don't wanna waste any of it." He clarified, and a proud smile flashed across his face. 

With a heavy heart, you regained the strength to look up into Lando's loving eyes. You whispered out to him, almost sad at your words, even though you knew it was for the best. "Lando.. you know I'm on the pill right?"

[blissfulip]

—Legion

On AO3

Priest!Viktor x F!demon!reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Priest Kink, Blasphemy, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Flagellation, Demon Sex, Demon Summoning, Demon/Human Relationships, demon reader, AU - Canon Divergence, Post medieval era, Dubious Science, Church Sex, Roman Catholicism, Catholic Guilt, Improper Use of Catholic Rituals, Shameless Smut, Masturbation, No use of Y/N, third person.

Cw: Handjob

Words: 2k

[A/N: Happy Easter Sunday lmao, also whoever picks up all of the 'easter eggs' (get it wink wink) gets a kith and hug from me (let me know if you want to be tagged or removed in future fic updates!)]

Tags: @ihopeinevergetsoberr @chemical-killjoy @jinxed-jk @bobobomao @queen-of-elves @thedustybunny @syren201 @thayfass @thehistoriangirl @hypocritic-trash-baby @zaunitearchives

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III. 

Viktor stood frozen, the voice that whispered those words echoing against the walls of his head as he gazed upon the creature before him, a figure blindingly bright yet of simultaneously all-consuming darkness. The sight obscured his thoughts and left him adrift in a sea of terror. How could he have been so blind as to believe that he could command such power without consequence? Or rather, was it the naivete of believing nothing would come of it that turned against him? 

The very essence of his faith fractured—that earth-shattering feeling that had become all too common for him that day—threatened by this insidious presence. What had he unleashed upon the world? What horrors awaited him in the wake of his hubris? Viktor trembled, and his soul lay bare before the abyss, but something sinister took him out of this blossoming meltdown; she, the creature, looked familiar.

And achingly so, yet her form eluded him like a half-remembered dream. Faces swirled in the depths of his memory, merging and shifting like shadows cast by a flickering flame, but he was unable to put a finger on them.

"Do you not recognize me, Viktor?" Her voice cut through the air, eerily sweet.

Viktor recoiled in horror at the sound of his own name coming out of her mouth, the weight of her words crashing down upon him. 

“I manifest to you as a reflection of your own desires, an amalgamation of every soul you have ever yearned for, sweet human.” She hissed as she offered Viktor a hand to help him stand, her touch oddly warm as they both sat on the bed. “Do you not see it? That young woman from the bakery, or the one you always look at for a tad too long while you buy turnips? You don’t even like turnips,” she smiled slightly. “What about that woman who comes to confess every week? The one with the slightly hoarse voice that you love, even that tan young man with the green eyes,. Yes, yes, I know about him too; I am him too.”

“Who…what are you?” He asked amidst a short-lived surge of bravery.

“My name is Legion,” she said with an off-putting tone of irony, “for we are many... or however that verse goes. Mawkishly sentimental if you ask me.” She chuckled and seemed to deflate in disappointment at her attempt at humor not being acknowledged. She sighed in oddly human-like resignation, “I don’t have a name, Viktor, but I know yours , and you know what I am.”

"I seek nothing from the likes of you, Demon, you don’t know me." he declared, though doubt gnawed at him.

"You do, and it is the truth that I know you; your biggest fear is to remain ignorant and blind to the truths that lie beyond the veil of your mortal existence; I can feel it. " She whispered against his ear. 

"You are but a trick of the darkness; I will not succumb to your temptations."

"Oh, but Viktor, you already have ," she purred. "You summoned me here, drawn by your own curiosity. Your anger simmers beneath that stoic surface, against the silence of the heavens and the absence of answers to your prayers. But I answered, so why direct your anger at me ?"

“I have faith in Him; God will intercede in my favor.” He said, covering his face ith both hands, afraid his expression would betray something that confirmed her accusations.

“Yet you question his wisdom and his justice. You resent his silence, you doubt .”

“I love Him, and I will repent; I will.”

“Why? Faith without cynicism is a hollow shell. Will you let yourself be domesticated like a beast? A man of science like yourself?”

The spark of courage grew into embers inside Viktor’s chest at the mention of his work. Although he remained silent, not wanting to concede, she saw it in him, just like she experienced every emotion that grew within the transparent exterior that contained his soul.

“Embrace this fire, and you will obtain what you seek.” She said, gently laying a hand over Viktor’s. 

His shoulders slumped in resignation, but even as he acquiesced to her demands, a seed of guilt still remained. What would God think of him now for consorting with a creature of darkness? Would he be cast aside and condemned for eternity for his folly?

"What do you fear, judgement?” Viktor nodded.

“Your god is nothing but an egregore," she declared, her voice a whisper. "A figment of mortal imagination, born from the collective beliefs of humanity, he only has power over you if you allow it."

“God is my shepherd, He…” He started to recite, but his voice betrayed him.

“Yahweh, Tetragrammaton, Adonai, El, Elohim, Shaddai, Tzevaot… it does not matter who you so fervently pray to! Ancient egregores hold no power over the ancient gods.” She started saying in a firm tone, her volume high in affront. “And you, my sweet, are so unfortunately Christ hunted…a lot of work to be done.” She continued, her voice tuning back down to her previously silky tone.

Viktor's breath caught in his throat, but simultaneously, the weight of her words lifted a heavy chain that had previously hung around his neck. Although this—his God’s identity and how much power He held—seemed to be a point of contention between him and his conscience, every word she uttered seemed to confirm things he had been long thinking about. But the smell of culpability Viktor emanated was pungent, and what she saw in his heart was a whirlwind.

She was proud that he had let himself be guided by his urges, that he had, even if only for a small moment, felt true freedom in pleasure. She felt his fear when he remembered he would need to face father Isidore and then she felt his rage. He felt so strongly against him that for a second she imagined he would be nothing short of a monster, his robust yet sweet face was an interesting sight to find framed in Viktor’s memory. 

She felt sympathy and sadness and confusion, she felt worried for the young girl with the twin braids just like Viktor had, and felt intrigued as to how she had come in possession of her coin, but what mattered most to her in that moment was one problematic sensation; despondency. Viktor was close to giving up, he had nearly decided rage was useless and so was science.

“Let’s begin by working on the heavy guilt you carry.” She said, after a long silence. Viktor noticed an unsettling tenderness in her eyes when he, for the first time, looked directly into them. 

“I made a vow.” He answered, his voice breaking as it turned into a whisper.

"Do not let the chains of guilt bind you, Viktor," she murmured. "The church may preach of purity and righteousness, but it is built upon a foundation of hypocrisy, and you don’t need me to tell you as much.”

“I know of the behavior of some members of the clergy, but why should...”

“I don’t speak of individual transgressions; the church as an institution seeks to negate eroticism and sexuality, yet it embraces them in its most sacred rites.”

The deeply puzzled expression in Viktor’s face prompted her to elaborate.

“Think about the things you do during sacrament; think of the smell of incense, the touching of beads, the kissing of sacred objects, the rubbing of oils... Think about consuming the physical body of the idol you adore, and think about what it makes you feel—enlightenment, apotheosis. Remember the deep pleasure you extracted from the pain of self-penitence? It’s nearly devine, is it not? That necessity to envelop all senses?” 

Viktor nodded.

“And that feeling you get of being close to god in a way that nothing else will get you to—that sensation of being outside the perception of time and space—have you experienced it?”

“I have, in prayer.”

“Can I show you what true ecstasy feels like? One that starts and culminates in yourself without any divine intervention? 

And once again, Viktor simply nodded. The air crackled with a tension thick enough to suffocate him, his breath shallow and rapid. A rush of anticipation surged through him, mingling with a primal curiosity that threatened to consume him whole as she slithered behind him. The shift of weight on the mattress gave him a strange awareness of the materiality of what was taking place, and the hot breath on the left side of his neck caused the last string of sanity holding him together to loosen. 

For a second, he wondered if she was nothing but a very sly yet human woman that had somehow found a way into his room, but that idea was quickly quenched as both of her hands slowly glided along the sides of his still-clothed thighs, emanating that unnatural white glow that was clearly not of mortal nature. 

Her touch was delicate and warm, her nails slowly creeping up to the hem of his cassock as she pulled it up to reveal the trousers underneath. If Viktor had any idea of what she planned on doing, he would have been of more help, adjusting to make his clothing easier to remove, but unaware of what awaited him, he sat there immobile. 

After some mild struggle, she managed to get to the stubborn clasp, and the slight accidental touches ignited a fire within Viktor's veins, sending tendrils of heat coursing through his body. Soon enough, there was nothing in between them, and the cold air that came into contact with the streak of viscosity that had dampened his underpants sent goosebumps across his arms. 

She hadn’t even made her way to his cock yet, but with each gentle caress around his stomach and thighs, Viktor's senses were heightened to a fever pitch, his body aflame with a hunger that burned brighter than any candle. With the first feather touch along his shaft, he felt as if he were teetering on the edge of a precipice, poised on the brink of a pleasure so exquisite it bordered on agony. 

And then, with a slow and deliberate motion, her hand closed around him, sending shockwaves of ecstasy racing through every fiber of his being. A guttural moan escaped his lips as she began to move, her rhythm mechanic and intoxicating. With every teasing stroke, Viktor's breath hitched, his body responding eagerly to her touch. 

"Ah…God!" he gasped, his voice a hoarse whisper of longing. 

She froze on her tracks, drawing out a protesting whine from Viktor. “Do not call upon his name now; at this moment, you belong to me .” She spoke, her voice still sweet but laced with a tinge of resentment.

Viktor's mind swam in a haze, his thoughts fragmented and disjointed as he desperately nodded in agreement, before she resumed the pace of her moment. And then Viktor felt himself hurtling his head back onto her shoulder, his world reduced to nothing. She gently removed the sweat-drenched pieces of hair from his forehead and whispered words in a language he could not understand while her hand continued its path down to his neck and back. 

 For a second, he felt a reminder of the stinging pain on his shoulder blades, and then it faded. As he reached the climax of his arousal, he cried out desperate pleas, only this time to her and himself, finally surrendering to this intoxicating embrace. After letting him breathe for a while, she took one of his hands in hers and placed the copper coin on it. Viktor knew he was bound to her now.

And in that moment, there was no room for guilt or shame, only the unquenchable thirst for more.

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Pt. 3. TBB Headcannons they probably deserve.

Doesn’t matter if it’s been a couple of days since I last watched some Bad Batch (cause I’m procrastinating. What? You ask? I DON’T KNOW, PROCRASTINATION HITS OKAY)

But. That Fine(tm) Batch are still the majority of my thoughts.

Anyhoo, I felt like doing Crosshair today. As of yet, he hasn’t really grown on me (I respect y’all Crosshair simps, but am still confused). But I want to do Headcannons on him regardless.

Crosshair is the youngest sibling. No, not Wrecker, Crosshair. I specifically think it goes age wise - Echo, Tech, Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair. (Hunter just has massive Big Sibling energy.) And I know for a fact that younger siblings have a favourite older sibling they want the attention of (*speaks from experience*) and Crosshair’s older sibling is Hunter. He just wants Hunter’s attention and appreciation - but doesn’t know how to communicate it well.

Is a Drama Queen(tm). FIGHT ME. HE IS. following on from the sibling thing, as a cadet he probably did the most outrageous and absurd things to get Hunter’s attention. That calmed a LITTLE as he grew up, but not too much. Now he does outrageous sh$t because he can.

Doesn’t like being alone. Being alone gives him the Big Sad. He won’t ever say so - but he loves his brothers’ company with a passion. And he really just wants to have them back after he joins the Empire.

Being Snarky is his way of showing he loves his brothers. (Mans has issues, we know). Tech knows this to be a fact because his first subjects of study were his brothers; and so he has learned each of their specific ways of showing affection. Sometimes Crosshair IS just being a sarcastic sourpuss, but Tech knows the difference. Hunter (sort of) does, and Wrecker was always happy to love his baby brother anyway.

Crosshair would absolutely wear black fishnet gloves with black painted nails. (He probably let Omega paint them but doesn’t talk about it).

His hair (when it grows, mind you) is actually pretty curly. He has a habit of straightening it. Obsessively, so no one knows he has it.

Definitely listens to “The Game” by the Starbenders. Can sing it word-for-word, and does it rather well, too.

Is secretly terrified of doing wrong by Echo. (The Batch is young by Reg standards). Crosshair absolutely had a Moment when he learned Echo was to join the team. (An original reg from the war?! 😲 *le gasp*) He sees Echo as a figure that represents so much he aspires to be - almost a celebrity figure. If Crosshair was (and we know he was) ever a little sh$t in his way of saying he looked up to Hunter, by comparison he treats Echo with a guarded respect none of his other brothers get.

Was Tech’s original little helper. Hence, how he can predict the Batch’s movements based on what decisions Tech was likely to make.

Sometimes listens to synthwave music when he misses Tech.

Cries. A LOT. this pairs up with his being alone issues. Never cries in public though. Mans just wants his brothers back.

Is definitely the clingiest of the Batch, even compared to Wrecker. AND, loves hugs. Like, looks and sounds like a porcupine, but melts to hugs. Will not pull away first.

Crosshair seems like a porcupine but is really a sad hamster. Dude needs a break.

[dellalyra]

can i request for a scenario where suguru is still good and brings mimiko and nanako to school, where he trains them together with satoru and guardian fem!reader, megumi and tsumiki? it would be cute all together and happy

A/N: HI THANK U ILY I am not 100% sure this is what u wanted but I just had this idea and ran with it also it was so fun to write a NOBODY IS DEAD WE ALL ARE HAPPY AU.

CW: Swearing? Fluff? Happy ever after kinda AU

Summary: The kids get to play with their cousins, Nanako and Mimiko.

“AUNTY Y/N!” Echoed across the field, the two high-pitched voices were only amplified by their excitement.

“Girls! Hi babies!” You kneel and scoop them both into a big squeezy hug.

“Where’s Uncle ‘Gogo?” The blonde girl asks. They both began calling your boyfriend Gogo when they were both only 3, and it stuck.

“He’s inside with your cousins! Where’s your papa?” You ask, wiping a smudge of chocolate off the dark-haired girl’s face.

“He went to go find Uncle ‘Toru, he has ‘Miki’s birthday present. Look what we got!” They cheer as both take out stuffed toys, one a ladybug and one a butterfly.

“Oh, they are so beautiful! Do they have names?” You ask, taking each girl by their tiny hands and walking inside to find the two men.

As you round the corner, you see them both smiling and laughing together, a huge box wrapped in yellow paper between them.

“UNCLE GOGO!” Your hands are left empty as the two girls barrel toward their favourite uncle (only uncle), he immediately scoops them both up onto his shoulders and spins them around, so you make your way to the other man.

“That is an exceptionally large box for a 9-year old’s birthday present, Suguru.” You raise your eyebrows at him, only to be met with a smirk.

“You’re the only good thing that came in a small package, Y/N/N.” He laughs, throwing a languid arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Do you guys have fun seeing your parents this weekend?” You ask.

“The girls did, I think my parents can’t see me when the girls are around.” He huffs a laugh, the Geto parents absolutely dote on the two girls.

“NANA! MIMI!” Another young girl voice nearly deafens you all.

Tsumiki and Megumi come into the room to see you all, after you had sent them to wash up after playing outside for so long.

“So, fucking loud.” Came a grumpy grumble from the 8-year-old Megumi.

“‘Gumi, remember what I said about swearing.” You chastise.

“Only do it at home or if someone’s being a real dickhead.” He recites your rule.

“Hey lil’ man, what’s up?” Suguru asks, ruffling the boy's hair.

“Eh, not much. I can summon Toad now.” The boy shrugs, he liked his Uncle Suguru – he was pretty chill.

“Nice one, kid. Show me later? If that’s okay with your mama?” Your brother-in-all-but-blood asks.

“Fine by me, I promised the girls I’d make them all their favourite flowers anyway. So, we can all have lunch outside?” You ask.

You turn around to find your boyfriend levitating with all three girls.

“It’s like having another kid. Can everyone help me take some food outside so we can have Tsumiki’s birthday picnic?” The kids each took a plate of stuff and then the two grown man children started a competition of who could carry the most plates, to which you quickly put a stop to – they invite disaster and usually you are an equal agent of their chaos, but you worked hard on this party food, goddamit.

Satoru then grabs the bag of gifts and Suguru takes his giant box.

As you’re all situated on the blue and white gingham picnic blanket you light the ‘9’ candle on the strawberry cake your adopted daughter requested. You all sing happy birthday to her, and she blows out the candle with a big huff. Megumi rolls his eyes, as if he wasn’t equally excited last December when it was his turn. He’s like Nanami, you think, acts all cool and indifferent but is actually a total teddy bear.

“Wanna open your gifts, ‘Miki?” Suguru asks.

She begins to unwrap them, Nanami had sent her the box set of Nancy Drew books, Utahime got her a cute heart shaped purse with her name on it, Yaga had made her a doll that dances to music and Shoko got her a Nerf Rebelle Bow and Arrow set – with a note that said, ‘now you can match your mom, aunty Koko’. Next was the twins, Nanako produced a gift bag with a set of hair chalk in loads of colours that Tsumiki made you promise you’d do for all the girls and Satoru later on. Mimiko got her a Tamagotchi in blue, her favourite colour.

Next up was her brother, Megumi was a fiery red and grumbled out a barely comprehensible’Happy birthday Tsumiki.’ This was truly a testament to how much he loved his sister, because for Megumi this was the equivalent of a gushing profession of sibling love and bond. He slid a pizza sized box at her to which she opened in delight to find a 160-piece art set. He had insisted on using his own pocket money for the gift, and you just melted. Tsumiki was a talented artist, and it was by far her favourite hobby. She couldn’t contain her excitement and tossed her arms around her brother (who looked surprisingly happy at this sudden affection).

“Cmere, doll. Open mine next.” Said Suguru, pushing the large box to her.

She rips open the paper and once again, squeals.

“A SKATEBOARD?!?! THANK YOU SO MUCH UNCLE SUGU!” She threw her arms around his hips, the man almost as tall as Satoru who was practically a giant to the kids.

“Mama, dad – look! It’s blue!”

“What?! That’s so awesome ‘Miki! Now you can come skating with me and Uncle Sugu!” Satoru adds, equally as excited – he could now teach her something cool with his best friend.

After a moment of trying to balance on her new board, you usher her to you as Satoru comes back out of the house with an absolutely ginormous box. Of course, you knew what this one was. The terrible wrapping job was you and your boyfriend’s handiwork.

“Tsumiki, this one is from us.” Satoru says as he sits the box on the grass, and wraps an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple as you rest a hand on his chest.

“I hope you like it sweet girl, happy birthday!” You grin, the excitement for her to open it is bubbling inside you.

She rips off the paper and…

Silence.

Wait… silence?

Did she not like it? Oh my god, are they tears?!

You and Satoru rush to her.

��Babygirl what’s wrong? Is it not okay? Is it the wrong colour? We can get you another one! Or every colour? Do you want to get all the colours? I’ll go right now.” Satoru says, as you frantically nod in agreement.

Tsumiki just tosses herself like a rag doll between you both and wraps her small arms around you necks.

“It’s just so pretty! I wanted it so much and I can’t believe you guys got it for me, I love it so much. Thank you thank you thank you thank you.” She says between heaving sobs.

You both sag in relief. You’d gotten a similar, if more understated reaction from Megumi a few months ago when he opened his birthday present. You’d converted a walk-in closet in the spare bedroom to make him a library for him. The floor was covered in cushions and bean bags, there was space for his dogs to sit with him, floor to ceiling shelves filled with books lining the room and in a hidden compartment was a PlayStation for him to play on. You’d also gotten a mini fridge so he could have snacks in there. You’ve lost count of how many nights Satoru has had to pick him up after he’s fallen asleep reading in his ‘library’ curled up on a bean bag and tuck him into bed. The sparkles in his eyes as he’d opened the door to the room may have been the most special thing you’d seen ever. Your cottage wasn’t huge, but the spare room closet was just a wasted space, so it made perfect sense to use it as the introverted child’s escape while also encouraging him to keep up his love of books.

But right now, you had a happy sobbing 9-year-old on your hands. Satoru looked at you ever her shoulders, a huge white, dazzling grin on his handsome face. Some people might think you spoil the kids, but Tsumiki spent too long being the grown up in her house and Megumi spent too long trying to not be a burden to her – they deserved this. They’re the most amazing kids.

Satoru winks at you, mouthing ‘we did good, princess.’ To which you blow him a kiss, because yeah, you guys did good.

“Do you wanna open it?” You ask her, grin on your face.

“Fuck yeah!” She adds.

“I’ll let that one slide.” You laugh at her.

She tears the box apart, and there in all its glory is her present.

A 5 story, 4 foot tall, 5-foot wide, Victorian style baby blue dollhouse. It was something every little girl dreamed of you remember passing them in stores at Christmas and nearly drooling looking at them when you were her age. She’d always spoken about wanting a dollhouse, so you decided to go all out with it.

Inside the house was boxes and boxes of furniture, tiny wallpaper and paint, even tiny kitchen utensils and soft furnishings – all ready for her to decorate the interior however she wants.

You had used your technique to even make a little everlasting garden in the front before it had all been wrapped up.

It truly was absolutely incredible, Tsumiki had dived right in and was examining everything and pointing it all out to you guys whenever she found something inside it.

“Look! A tiny cushion! It’s so cute! And oh my, a tiny teacup!” She showed you guys.

She invited Nanako and Mimiko to look with her, and even Megumi was curious about all of the tiny household goods – smiling when he sees a tiny dog bed and tiny dog bowls and a tiny cat scratch post.

“My birthday present from you guys was not half as cool as that.” Suguru elbowed you both.

“You’re 22 Suguru, do you want a dollhouse?” Which made him laugh, but Satoru’s mouth was agape.

“Suguru – how you wound me! We brought you to Bora Bora!” He mocks cries at this.

“Eh, not a dollhouse though, is it?” He smirks at his best friends' antics.

You look at the kids all playing on the blanket.

“Who’s birthdays next?” Suguru asks.

“Mine.” You smirk, eyebrows raised at the boys.

“Ha! You better pull up, ‘toru.” Geto laughs as Satoru smirks.

“Already sorted everything. Only the best for my princess.” He says, lifting you onto his lap for a kiss as you laugh at him - you’d told him you wanted a new pair of gardening gloves – but he’d give you the world if you asked for it.

You kiss him back, hands on his cheeks, stroking along his jaw.

“Ugh, you two are so gross and in love I hate it.” Suguru drawls, rolling his eyes.

Neither of you break away from the kiss, just both lift up a hand in his direction and raise your middle fingers.

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bigger than the whole sky | ms47

"i'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been what should've been you"

summary: guilt consumed her alive when she lost the baby she initially didn't plan on having... maybe the outcome could've been better if she did something different, she thought

warning: very heavy and very sad story, angst, heartbreak, swearing, mentions of a panic attack, grief, death, mention of unplanned pregnancy, miscarriage, brief mention of blood, loss of a child, mention of the hypothetical future that the baby would have had, happy-ish ending

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

word count: 2.9k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past. I would also like to point out that this one has to be the hardest story I have written so far as it is very personal to me. I've thought a lot about NOT posting it over the past few days, exactly because of these heavy topics. but I think this needs to be spoken about a lot more than it is, especially with how many women/people with reproductive systems suffer from miscarriages in silence. please read the warnings before reading!

german words used: liebling = darling; schatz = sweetheart; mama = mom

on a less sad note, I think everybody knows how much I love mick, I hope we still get to see him next year (please papa toto, rescue my man!!!)and that he gets another chance in the 2024 grid. with this being said, I hope you enjoy this one and have your tissues with you!

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No words appear before me in the aftermath

Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea

Many say that grief is the price of love.

That grief is just a form of love; a love that can't be given anymore to someone we could hug and kiss and see before they were gone.

That grief is the result of a space that is left empty in our lives after someone physically loses strength and lets their soul rest.

But as much as we are prepared from childhood to grieve for someone we had time to love, nothing prepares us for the heart-wrenching experience of losing someone we didn't even have a chance to know and cherish.

Such suffering, pain and anguish seemed impossible to fit in Y/N's small and fragile heart, as she tried to accept the aftermath of the loss of her baby.

She stood there, stuck in time, just thinking of everything she could have done differently. Searching for an explanation for why life had played such a cruel trick on her. Wondering why. 

Why me? Why with us? Why them?

As the young woman lay on her back in the middle of her big white bed in search of answers, the only sound that echoed between those four walls was her painful sobs as salt streamed out of her eyes and into her ears.

That same sound was her only company, as her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.

She couldn't blame him though. She knew that his absence in the room they shared was due to her own cold and distant attitude towards him over these last few days.

But she just couldn't face him.

Looking into his eyes would only make her realize that they mirrored the exact same pain in hers.

And as selfish as it sounded, she wasn't ready to face his loss when she could barely accept her own.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

She didn't want to see him or talk to him. Even during the night, Y/N found herself escaping to the uncomfortable couch in the living room to avoid sleeping next to Mick, almost as if she was too afraid to touch him and thereby infect him with her sadness.

Everything for her suddenly changed, and she couldn't wrap her head around how a being so fragile and so precious that never even had a chance to live could be the only meaningful thing in her life at that moment.

'Pregnant 1-2'

Leaning against the cold tiles of her bathroom, sitting on the marble floor, the young woman tried to calm her uncontrolled and panting breathing.

It couldn't be. This couldn't be happening to her.

Her eyes read over and over again the small letters on the digital display of the pregnancy test in her hands. Almost as if she expected that at any moment they would change and that she would wake up from the nightmare she saw herself in.

Her head was all over the place. She couldn't have a child now. She was in her early 20s, she had only been with her boyfriend for a little over a year, and he was just starting his second year in Formula 1.

Not that she doubted her love for Mick or his for her. If there was one certainty she had in the world, it was that he was the love of her life, even if their relationship was fairly recent.

But they never even spoke about having children in the long run, let alone already. She hardly saw him herself most of the year. How would she be able to take care of a baby in those conditions?

The pressure was building in her lungs and her vision was beginning to blur as the girl panicked more and more, until she was awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the bathroom door.

"Schatz, are you okay? You've been there for over thirty minutes." She heard the driver's concerned voice on the other side of the door. "I'm getting worried, can I come in?"

From inside the bathroom, Mick got no response and only heard the cries of his partner who had finally given in. Without thinking twice, he opened the door and went down to her level, kneeling on the floor in front of the girl.

"Liebling, what's wrong? Talk to me." He brought both his hands up to the sides of her jaw, leaving soft caresses with his thumbs until her gaze met his.

"I'm sorry, Mick. I'm so fucking sorry." Y/N replied, shaking her head in denial while crying uncontrollably.

The boy was only more confused by his girlfriend's apologies, but when he looked down at her lap and saw the blue stick, he immediately realized what was happening and his arms dropped to his sides in shock.

"Fuck. Y- You- Are you pregnant?" He asked, shaking with nerves. He leaned against the wall on her side as well, letting his head relax against the tiles. 

His hand went to Y/N's thigh in an attempt to comfort her and after a few minutes to assimilate everything that was happening, he spoke again. "Okay. Okay. We're going to be fine. Don't worry, we'll handle this together. I have more than enough money to support the three of us and-"

"Mick, stop." The young woman replied, with some aggression in her tone. "I can't have a baby right now. This is insane."

Remembering that day now brought only heartache and pain, because it was all over now, all out to sea.

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

What could've been, would've been you

"Y/N, I know you're nervous. I am too, but I know that together we can do this." Mick confessed, grabbing both of the girl's hands and looking at her with the most loving gaze she had ever seen on anyone.

"I barely know your family, you don't even know my parents." She continued with her rambling. "I spend 99 per cent of the year alone in this house while you are God knows where around the world."

"I'll quit." Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the boy's suggestion. "You are worth more than any sport and any dream. You are my dream, both of you are. I want nothing more than to grow old with you and have a family together, so I'll quit in a heartbeat if I have to."

"I would never let you give up on your dreams, Schumacher, and you know it." Y/N felt her body relax for the first time in hours, letting her back lay against her boyfriend's chest, his hands resting on her stomach. "Are we completely crazy for even considering this?"

And for a short time, they were indeed crazy. Crazy for each other and for the future they envisioned for the three of them.

Even without seeing them or touching them, their baby filled their hearts so intensely, with a love they never knew before, that they grew in size with that insane amount of adoration.

Only to be broken into bigger pieces.

Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia?

Did some force take you bеcause I didn't pray?

Every single thing to come has turned into ashes

'Cause it's all over, it's not meant to be

So I'll say words I don't believe

For a few more weeks, the couple lived inside their dream bubble, filled with so much happiness and excitement for their future. Although no one else knew about Y/N's pregnancy yet, everyone noticed how much they glowed, more in love than ever.

Until Mick had to come back to the real world and had to travel to the United States for a race, leaving his girlfriend alone again in their home in Switzerland.

The young woman couldn't explain why she felt so apprehensive and so scared at the idea of being alone. It was not the first time this happened, but inexplicably her sixth sense was already on high alert as she held the German much longer than usual at the airport, as if she was too afraid to let him go.

Two completely normal days passed after the driver left: he called her every day when he woke up, at lunchtime, and when he went to sleep, in an attempt to make her feel less lonely.

But on the third day, she didn't answer him.

He didn't think anything special of it, thinking she was probably busy with something at work, so he went about his morning as if nothing had happened. Hours went by as he was dealing with his media duties, until, on his lunch break, he picked up his phone again and his world seemed to come crashing down in a single instant.

'15 missed calls from Schatz'

'9 missed calls from Gina'

'7 missed calls from Mama'

Alone at home and with no family living in Switzerland, Y/N found herself in complete despair when she saw blood running down her legs. She knew right away what it was, even though her brain begged for another possible reason.

The girl silently prayed for the better as she searched through the kitchen drawers for the paper where she knew her boyfriend's mother, Corinna's number was written.

Y/N simply couldn't face this all by herself.

Although they only met a couple of times before that day, the young woman couldn't be more grateful to have had the Schumacher family's matriarch by her side, to hold her hand and to wipe her tears away as the doctors told her the worst news she would ever hear in her entire life.

"I'm sorry miss, but I'm afraid your baby no longer has a heartbeat."

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

Those words just turned every single thing to come into ashes.

And she couldn't help but feel guilty.

Maybe she had done something she shouldn't have done. Eaten something she couldn't. Made physical efforts that she could not.

Maybe she should have prayed for the baby. She should have accepted the pregnancy sooner. She shouldn't have doubted their ability to have that child.

She was looking for something: an answer, an explanation, a reason.

And although her head knew it wasn't logical, she blamed him too.

Maybe if Mick were here. If he hadn't travelled to the other end of the world. If only he hadn't left her in that house without help and company.

She needed him more than ever, but at the same time, all the distance between them didn't seem enough for Y/N.

The wooden door to their room opened unexpectedly, making the girl turn her back to Mick to prevent him from seeing her tears.

He slowly approached her figure and she felt the mattress lower next to her as he sat up and placed his hand on her bare shoulder.

"Please, I beg you. Talk to me." Y/N heard his voice shake, and it became clear that he was crying too. "I can't take this silence anymore. I'm suffering too, you know?"

She knew she was being unfair to him. After all, he too had lost his child, his future, a part of him, even if he wasn't the one to physically carry it.

She was a childless mother, but he too was a childless father.

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

The truth is, she didn't believe the words she was saying in her head.

Mick was the most supportive person she knew. He made a point of asking her over and over again if she was okay, if she needed anything, if she wanted to talk.

But it wasn't until she was forced to face her partner's sadness that she realized that blaming him wasn't going to mend the hole in her heart.

He was the only one who could ease her pain if she let him in.

The girl turned to the boy, finding his back trembling with the sobs he let out. She hugged him from behind, feeling his body relax against hers with the physical contact he desired so much. 

Mick lay down next to her on the bed, pulling her as close to him as possible, and they stayed there for hours, in comfortable silence, while they both mourned their loss in each other's arms.

"I'm so sorry, baby." Y/N broke the silence. "I was trying so hard to find a reason for all of this that I ended up blaming myself, blaming you. It was unfair, and I'm so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have ever done that."

"It wasn't anyone's fault, liebling." Mick whispered with his lips brushing against her forehead. "It just wasn't meant to be."

Y/N looked up at the driver, meeting his sad gaze, and the two let the tips of their noses touch.

The two lovers' lips met again after days apart and, even if only for a moment, they both felt whole again.

What could've been, would've been you

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

What could've been, would've been you

Nothing hurts like an unexpected goodbye, but they both knew they would carry their baby forever in their hearts, even if they hadn't been able to carry them in their arms.

They were never going to be able to see the baby say their first words and take their first steps.

They were never going to have the opportunity to see their child go to school for the first time, or attend their graduation.

They were never going to be able to comfort them when they had their first heartbreak, or tease them when they had their first crush.

But even though they knew their baby was more than just a short time, they knew the mark they left on them was permanent.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

Two years later, the couple couldn't be in a better place, even though their loss would never fully heal.

Y/N had just won a promotion at work, allowing her to reach the position she always dreamed of holding at the company she worked for.

Mick had returned to the Formula 1 grid after two troubled years in his career and now wore the four Audi rings on his polo shirt with the greatest of pride, alongside his longtime friend and returning champion, Sebastian.

But most of all, the incomprehensible sounds that came out of their rainbow baby's mouth were what made them the happiest they have ever been.

Their newborn baby girl filled their hearts with renewed hope and unlimited love, bringing back colour in a world that was previously only black and white.

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

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Spitfire | EPILOGUE

A glimpse into the future of a rockstar and a witchy woman

Read part eight here

Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 10k

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, swearing, dad jake, uncle josh, pregnancy, labour, parent stuff, yeah all that, sorry if I missed any!

hi! so sorry this took so long, I got a bit carried away while writing. disclaimer, this is probably not perfectly edited cause i rushed it. i really wanted to get this out so i could move on to the next adventure. But here’s some fluffy happily ever after dad Jake to warm your heart. it’s been a pleasure to write this series for you guys, and i hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. no words can express how thankful i am for every comment, like, or reblog my works have gotten. you guys are the best 🫶🏻 as always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes

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The front door creaked open, filling the quiet space with happy chatter. You didn’t bother to turn to look, already knowing who was coming inside. You stirred the pot on the stove, tapping the wooden spoon on the side, ridding it of any excess before setting it down on the counter. Just as you did so, you felt a body present itself behind you. When the familiar hands wrapped around you, resting on your stomach, the only thing you could do was smile. “Hello, beautiful.” The tickle of his long hair on your neck produced a giggle from your mouth. You turned to face him, leaning in for a kiss. When he pulled away, he crouched down, pressing a small kiss to your now very large belly. “Hello, squirt.” He greeted in a much more cheerful manner. Jake kept his hands on your belly, hoping for a kick. “Did you miss me?” He asked. After a moment, the familiar thud could be felt. He looked up at you with nothing short of elation on his face.

“Squirt better hurry up and make his break in the world, because he’s been terrorizing his mother all day.” You grumbled, but you both knew you were joking.

“Are you being mean to mama?” He scolded. You couldn’t help but laugh. The sight of him talking to your stomach was quite comedic, but it had become such a common occurrence that you barely batted an eye to it, anymore. “I’ll let it slide this time, just ‘cause I love you, but that’s my wife, little guy.” He turned his head up to look at you, a smile on his face.

“Only three more weeks.” You said, reassuring yourself more than anything else.

“If he’s anything like his sister, he may be here any day, now.” Jake reminded.

“Don’t say that!” You snapped, but your tone was still light. “We want a fully baked baby, this time.” He chuckled at your words.

“It will be fine. He will be fine, you will be fine, we’ll all be fine.” He assured you.

“Mhm,” you mumbled. “Where is the other terror twin? I heard him come in with you.”

“Take a guess.” Jake practically rolled his eyes. Just as he said so, you heard a bout of delighted squeals echoing down the hallway, accompanied by footsteps. Within a moment, Josh appeared in the kitchen carrying your daughter in his arms.

“Daddy!” She pointed at Jake, her smile so similar to her fathers. He wasted no time walking towards his brother, taking her from his arms. Josh looked to you, an expression of hurt on his face. You gave him a shrug as if to say ‘join the club’. When Layla was very young, she often mistook Josh and Jake for the same person because of how similar their faces were. Now that she was older, she could differentiate the hairstyles and voices, knowing immediately who they were. The love she had for them never changed, though. Josh walked over to you, placing a kiss to your cheek. You wrapped an arm around him, finding the easiest way of hugging was now from the side.

“How are you feeling, mama?” He asked, also placing a hand to your stomach.

“Tired, sore, grumpy… very whale-like.” You listed off.

“Still as beautiful as ever, though.” He reminded.

“Feeling very less than that lately, but thanks.” You sighed.

“You can feel that way, but it doesn’t make it true.” He said, pulling a chair out for you. He motioned for you to sit down, but you pointed to the stove. “I’ve got it, just relax. I’m sure you could use a break after running after her all day.” You gave a nod, being unable to agree more with what he was saying.

Aside from you and Jake, Josh knew more than anyone how energetic your daughter was. He was over all of the time, helping whenever he could and insisting that it was for you and Jake, but everyone knew that Josh took to being an uncle way easier than anything he’d ever done in his life. He adored your daughter just as much as Jake, or even yourself, and she felt the same way about him. Although, she was still very much a ‘daddy’s girl’ and whatever Jake was doing, she needed to be a part of it. You rested in the chair, closing your eyes at the moment of relief. Your back and abdomen had been cramping intermittently, warning you of something impending that you had been hoping was a false alarm. The more the day went on, the more it seemed like you wouldn’t be so lucky. Jake walked over, crouching before you with her in his arms. You smiled down at the two, still unable to get over the similarities between her and Jake.

“Is that mama?” You heard him whisper to her. She gave an eager nod. “Is she the best mama in the whole wide world?”

“Yeah!” She exclaimed. You felt your heart warm at the sound.

“I think so, too.” Jake agreed, giving you a smile. “And your baby brother is in there, too.” He told her. She looked back at him, eyes wide in disbelief. She did the same thing every time he told her, and it was just as funny every time.

“Innnn… there?” She pointed at your belly. You gave her a nod.

“In there, baby.” You told her. She reached her arms out to you, letting you know she wanted to sit with you, now. You readjusted on the chair, making it easier for Jake to place her on your knee. She gave a small, curious poke to your belly, recoiling almost immediately. Jake chuckled, still crouched beside you, just closer now.

Layla, your daughter, was just about three and a half. She was busy, and curious, and all of the things you would expect from a toddler. She looked just like her father, but had your personality for certain. She adored her Uncle Josh, and tolerated Uncle Sammy. They mostly terrorized each other when he visited. She was always fascinated with Uncle Danny’s curly hair, and had made fast friends with him once she grew accustom to his height. As for your brothers, she didn’t see them in person very often, aside from her other Uncle Sam, who was almost always at your house. Even so, she loved seeing them on the frequent video calls you had with them. You had moved to Nashville not long after graduating from your masters. Jake flew you down and fulfilled his promise; whatever house caught your eye was the one you were getting. You decided on a mid-sized ranch style home just a little outside of city limits. There was plenty of space for a family, and a bit of a modern interior. It had a yard big enough for pets and children, and for any outdoor activities you so often enjoyed.

About a year later, Eve and Sam finally felt they’d been dating long enough to move in together, too. They figured there was no better place than the same neighbourhood as you. Although you missed the rest of your family, it was nice having a little part of home in Nashville, with you. Life was quiet at first. You’d landed a job at one of the biggest hospitals in the state, working to design medical devices and equipment. The contract had allowed you to continue your thesis study from your undergraduate degree, and it was now coming up on its final stages of production. You were beyond proud of yourself, but it wasn’t even comparable to how elated Jake was about it. Jake toured a lot in the beginning, but it didn’t bother you too much. You missed him, but knowing he would always be coming home to you was more than enough to keep you going.

After the second year of living in your home together, Jake had flew you both to your hometown for a visit. Little did you know, he had been conspiring for months with your brothers to plan an elaborate proposal. Of course, you said yes immediately. The wedding was small, mostly just family with a few close friends, but it was more than you could have ever dreamed of, because you were marrying the love of your life. You hyphenated your last name, wanting to keep the name on your degree in which you’d worked so hard on, but also wanting to take Jake’s, too. On your honeymoon, a happy accident changed your life dramatically, which turned out to be Layla. Although not particularly planned, that didn’t mean she was any less loved. Everyone around her adored her, but it was nothing compared to how you and Jake felt about her. She was your whole world, always keeping you both on your toes and filling the home with just a little bit more love. Jake had always mentioned the topic of kids, and it was a much heavier topic after you moved in together. Neither of you were opposed to the idea, just unsure of when the right time would be. When you found out you were pregnant the first time, you both saw it as a sign that the universe was telling you the time was finally perfect.

Growing alongside Jake as a partner was fantastic. You leaned more about him with every day that passed, and fell in love with him harder by each second. Every time you thought you couldn’t love him more, he always found another way to make you fall all over again. But growing alongside Jake as a parent was a whole other story, even more enlightening and exciting. He was an amazing dad, and he was an amazing husband. You were certain you had the whole world in your comparatively tiny home. Then, Jake seemed interested in the idea of having another, and that brought you to where you were, now. You both agreed that you loved being parents, especially with each other, and that growing up with siblings was the best way to grow up.

He never once made you doubt his love for you, and continued to be the most supportive person in your life. His brothers had quickly become your own, also assuring you that you were meant to be in their family and in Jake’s life. Josh had almost became a permanent third parent around your home. He was always over, especially now that you were pregnant again, and loved to help where he could. You were certain that him and Layla would be lifelong best friends. You adored that Jake was able to have his twin brother around for so much, and you wouldn’t have it any other way, either. Josh had been there for you through everything, he was your biggest fan (other than Jake) and cared for you more than words could show. He was so grateful to you for making his brother so happy.

“Are you excited to be a big sister?” Jake asked her, brushing her wild hair out of her eyes.

“Yeah!” She nodded, an enthusiastic nod following her words. She was fond of one word answers. She had phrases and sentences she could say, but she was quite adamant on her yes’s and no’s to express how she was feeling. She was still figuring out how to pronounce a lot of her words, and when you weren’t working on it with her, she stuck to her roots. You could only laugh at her excitement, knowing well enough that once the newest addition arrived, she may not be as happy to have a brother. It was going to be a big adjustment; it had been three years of her getting all of your attention, and you were worried it may be hard for her to adjust. You remembered all too well of the stories your parents told you about when your youngest brother was born, and how dramatic you had been.

Josh interrupted the small moment by announcing dinner was ready. He placed a plate in front of a chair, reaching for your daughter. She was easy to accept the new set of arms to be held in; she loved being loved, especially by Josh. He sat her in front of the plate and took the chair next to her. Jake resumed Josh’s earlier duty, plating dinner for everyone else. He took his seat beside you, handing you dinner as he did so. “So, how was work today, rockstars?” You asked, looking between the two brothers. Josh was helping Layla figure out her fork; the process of switching to utensils from her hands was slow and painful. She usually gave up halfway through and opted for fingers instead, but you had to admit she was getting much better, and you were happy she was even willing to try, now.

“New album is almost finished.” Jake said, fighting back a smile.

“That’s amazing!” You responded, knowing how hard they’d been working. Jake was hoping to get the most of the work done before your due date, wanting to be around as much as possible when the time came. Unfortunately, that meant he’d been putting extra long days. He was usually gone before you were awake and home later than usual. You didn’t mind, knowing you’d get plenty of time with him soon enough. You loved watching him chase his dream, just the same as he loved watching you chase yours.

“We’re really proud of how it turned out.” Josh explained, now looking over to you.

“I’m proud of you guys.” You said, shifting in the chair to get more comfortable. “You’ve been putting a lot of work into this.”

“Yeah, we’re thinking maybe two or three sessions and then we’ll be done.” Jake’s grin was blinding. You reached across the table to grab his hand. He accepted it, giving it a gentle squeeze as he did so.

“When are you done working?” Josh asked, helping Layla get a better grip on her fork.

“Technically I was done last week, but I’ve still been working from home a bit. Mostly just answering emails and student questions.” You explained, rubbing your hand over your belly in response to a sharp kick. “The whole ‘lead management’ title doesn’t really leave me much choice. I don’t mind, though. I like what I do, and nothing has really changed. I was only at the hospital once or twice a week for the last few months. I’ve been doing a lot of home research and review. I’m glad I’ll be able to work a bit when he’s here. I love being a mom, but I love what I do for work, too.”

“Supermom.” Josh smiled. You let out chuckle. He’d pinned you with that title years ago, and it’s only gotten more persistent as time went on. Jake looked between you and the plate in front of you, raising an eyebrow at the untouched food.

“Just not very hungry.” You assured him, letting out a long exhale at another kick. “He’s really energetic today.”

“You wanna lay down for a while?” He asked.

“No, tried that earlier when she was taking a nap. Didn’t help very much.” You shifted in your chair again, feeling another ache spread across your back. “I’ve been really sore today.” You finally told him. He eyed you with suspicion, but you didn’t look at him, worried about the same thing.

“Do you think-“

“Do not say it out loud.” You cut him off. “He’s gonna stay in there until he’s supposed to come out.”

“Y/n,” Jake warned. You shot him a pointed look. “Can’t force him to stay in there.” He joked, lightening the mood.

“Not ready yet.” You said, wincing at a wave of cramping.

“Have you been having contractions all day?”

“I had some cramping this morning, I thought it was just normal pregnancy pain. Wasn’t really anything new, but it didn’t go away.” You explained. Just as you said so, the front door opened again. The tension was eased by Sam and Danny making their way in.

“Sorry we were late to the party,” Sam said, looking between everyone. “Daniel takes forever to get ready.”

“Don’t lie to them, they already know it was you.” Danny rolled his eyes. Sam ignored him, immediately looking towards your daughter.

“He’s crazy, right?” Sam asked, his tone softening and turning slightly baby-like. She stuck her tongue out at him in response. Before you had a chance to scold her for her manners, he did the same back. “Dinner looks really good,” Sam eyed her plate. She watched him with suspicion. “Mind if I have some?”

“None for you.” She said, taking another bite. He feigned a look of offence.

“Leave her alone, Sam, before she hurts your feelings.” Jake chuckled.

“You guys want something to eat?” You asked the boys, thankful the attention was away from you, now.

“Yeah, actually, if you don’t mind.” Danny answered. You made a move to get up, but Jake stopped you, sending you a look through the corner of his eye.

“Help yourself.” Jake said quickly, giving him a smile.

“Thanks, man.” He said, walking over to the stove. You didn’t have time to chastise him, feeling another wave of pain through your abdomen.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Jake whispered to you. Josh was watching you carefully, also worried.

“I didn’t think it was serious. Still don’t.” You were lying, now. You were quite certain that the pain was labour pain, but you weren’t ready for him to arrive. The nursery still wasn’t 100% finished, and you felt like you hadn’t had enough one on one time with your daughter. You were excited for the newest addition, but you wanted to make sure she was ready, too.

“I don’t care if you thought it was serious or not, I want you to call me for anything. You know that.” He scooted his chair closer, brushing your hair from your face. “You’ve been having contractions since this morning?” You eventually gave him a nod, knowing you were going to have to admit it sooner or later.

“They really weren’t that bad, earlier. At first I didn’t think much of it, but when I laid down a while ago it started to get worse. I thought maybe it was gonna go away, but I don’t think they are.” You laughed. “I think he’s ready.”

“You wanna go to the hospital, now?” You could see his demeanour change in an instant. He was trying not to panic, or explode from excitement. He was doing his best to keep it together for you.

“Not yet, water hasn’t broke and they’re still too far apart. I think we have a little bit more time.” You reassured him.

“You have a bag packed?” He asked.

“No, I wasn’t really expecting to go into labour this soon.”

“Let’s go, then.” He started to stand.

“You can eat. I can pack.” You argued. He shook his head, the idea not even being a possibility to him. He held his hand out for you, helping you up. With his assistance, you toddled away to the stairwell, leaving his brothers to eat. Jake stopped for a moment, whispering something to his twin. Josh gave a nod, not saying a word out loud. Jake joined you again, giving you some support as you walked up the stairs.

In your bedroom, Jake pulled the overnight bag he’d been keeping out in case of emergency. He motioned for you to sit down on the bed. “Clothes.” He said, moving to your shared wardrobe.

“Just something comfortable.” You explained. He pulled out a pair of his sweatpants, showing them to you. You gave a nod. You’d practically been living in his clothes for the last few weeks. He pulled out a couple of your oversized shirts and another pair of pants and threw them in the bag. He grabbed chargers and your book from your bedside. He disappeared to the bathroom, grabbing your toiletries and stuffing them in there, too. “Diaper bag is ready to go. I did that last week, just in case.” He stopped, moving closer to you. He took your chin between his thumb and index finger, leaning down and placing a kiss to your lips.

“Taking care of everyone but you?” He jokingly scolded.

“You know me.” You smiled.

“I do,” he said, returning back to the bag. He grabbed things left and right, trying to remember everything from last time. “Car seat?” He asked, now a little panicked.

“In the nursery.” You said, suddenly feeling a wave of panic. “The nursery isn’t finished!” You exploded, making a move to stand.

“Hey,” he said, stopping you. “It’s okay. You guys are my main priority. The nursery will be fine, we can finish it whenever we get the chance. There’s no rush.” He assured you. You still felt the anxiety surging through you. “I know you’re nervous, but we’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna do amazing, and I’m gonna be right there beside you the whole time.” He kissed your head.

“I’m scared. What is it with our kids and arriving early?” You said, taking a deep breath as another ache spread across your back and stomach. “They’re nothing like their father or their uncles. You guys are always late!” You joked. Jake laughed, kneeling in front of you.

“They were just so excited to meet you that they couldn’t wait any longer.” He whispered. You met his eyes, feeling the fear dissipate. “We did this once before. We know how it goes. I know you can do it. You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met, and the best mother to ever exist.”

“I love you, Jake.” You sighed, feeling the contraction fizzle away.

“I love you.” He said, waiting until you were feeling better before standing again. “Your bag is ready to go. I threw some of my clothes in there, too. Diaper bag is good, and I’ll get the car seat.” He explained.

“I think I’ve got a little more time before we have to go.” You told him. “If I go now, I’ll probably just sit there for hours like the last time.” He nodded.

“I’ll get everything in the car and make sure we’re ready to leave when you think it’s time.”

“Can you call Eve?” You asked.

“Of course I can. You wanna go back downstairs?”

“I think I might stay here.” You confessed.

“That’s okay.” He slung your bag over his shoulder, giving you another quick kiss before making a move towards the door.

“Can you get Josh to bring Layla up?” You asked, massaging your hand over your stomach. He nodded.

“I’ll be back soon.” He waited for your nod of approval before turning and walking out the door. You adjusted the pillows on the bed, wiggling upwards and resting against the headboard. You tried to focus on your breathing, to imagine how fantastic it was going to be once he was here safely and the painful part was over, but it was hard to think of the positives when you were feeling so much pain and anxiety.

You knew everything would be fine, but the mom-worry never subsided. You used to laugh at your own mother for always been so concerned about everyone when you were a kid, but now that you were a parent, you understood more than anyone. You always seemed to have something to stress about, even when there was nothing happening. Jake helped a lot with it; he was always a voice of reason, for you. Over the years he’d not only learned how to navigate your relentless anxiety and quick temper, but also how to calm you down. That was something nobody else could do. You knew that morning when you woke up, labour was knocking on the front door. You just didn’t know it would be so soon. You did a fantastic job the rest of the pregnancy with staying calm. Doing it the second time around was much easier than the first, but it didn’t mean you were fully prepared. You had been nesting much more over the last week or so, but you weren’t sure if it was good enough. The nursery was another concern. The crib wasn’t together and all of his clothes were yet to be folded and put away. There was so much to still be done, but time was running out.

You were interrupted from your thoughts by a soft knock on the door. After a second, Josh peeked his head inside the room. You smiled, motioning for him to come in. When he did, you were confused that he had come up alone. “Sam and Danny are trying to clean her up. She had dinner all over her.” He chuckled. You nodded, understanding immediately. He took a seat on the edge of the bed close by you. “And I wanted to talk to you, too.” He admitted.

“Of course,” you laughed. “I wanted to see you, too.”

“That’s good,” he said, eying your hand rubbing your stomach. “Why didn’t you call us, mama?”

“I figured if I really was in labour, it was going to take a while. I was in early labour with her for almost two days before anything exciting happened.” You laughed. “Turns out, labour the second time goes a little faster. I started feeling a bit crampy when I went to bed, wasn’t better this morning and started to get more intense this afternoon. I think he’ll be here tonight, or early tomorrow morning.” You confessed.

“You still should have called, we wouldn’t have left you at home alone.” He scolded.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You waved him off. “You had rockstar things to do, and Eve and Sam were just next door if I needed someone. I would’ve called if my water broke.”

“You’re gonna be the death of us, woman.” He joked.

“I was really hoping it was false labour. I’m just not quite ready.” You closed your eyes, wincing at another contraction.

“He’s as stubborn as his mother, then.” Josh smiled.

“Definitely in too much of a rush to take after his father.” You quipped.

“What’s not finished?”

“Nursery, mostly. Don’t have the crib all put together, yet. His clothes are still all over the place, too, and I was hoping to clean the house a bit more.”

“I’ll get Sam and Danny on nursery duty, don’t worry about that.” He assured you.

“No, Josh, you guys don’t have to do that. It’s our responsibility.” You shut the idea down.

“We want to help, so let us help.” The two of you had a moment of a staring contest, but eventually your eyes softened when another wave of pain washed over you.

“Okay.” You breathed. “Are you still okay with watching Layla?” You asked, letting your head fall back onto the headboard.

“Yeah, of course I am.” You had planned to have Josh stay at the house with her while you were at the hospital. That way, you knew she was in good hands, and you didn’t have to worry about her too much. “I’ll bring her as soon as Jake calls.” He promised.

“Thank you for loving her so much.” You whispered, shifting a little bit to get more comfortable.

“Are you kidding? You don’t have to thank me for that.” He said, reaching out for your hand. You took it, and he gave yours a gentle squeeze. “She’s a mini-version of my two favourite people, of course I’m gonna love her. Besides, it’s practice for me.” He gave a cheeky smile.

“I don’t think you need to practice, Josh.” You said. “You’re gonna be a fantastic dad when the time comes.”

“Maybe all of our kids will start a band, too.” He theorized.

“If they have even half of the talent you guys have, they’ll make it big, too.” You said, giving him a soft smile.

“I’m so proud of you both, y/n. You have no idea.” He mumbled, unable to hold it back anymore.

“Who would’ve thought all of those years ago, we’d end up here?” You chuckled, placing his hand on your belly so he could feel the kicks, too.

“All of us.” Josh laughed, amazed at the movements. “Literally everybody but you two.”

“Whatever, Kiszka.” The door opened again, causing both of you to look towards it. Jake stepped inside, holding Layla. He gave a smile to both of you, almost apologizing for interrupting. Josh stood, feeling that it was best to give you some privacy.

When Jake made his way over, his brother gave him a supportive pat on the back. He let the door fall shut behind him when he left. Jake walked to the opposite side of the bed, getting in next to you. He let Layla sit in front of the both of you. “Hi, baby.” You said, giving her cheek a gentle pinch. She let out a bout of giggles. You had to admit, she was always happy. As with all kids, she had her moments and her temper tantrums by times, but she was mostly always content and easy-going. She listened well, and she was so kind and gentle. She was fully of energy, and was extremely interested in her dad’s guitar playing. Sometimes, her and Josh would sing together while Jake played. “I think you’re gonna have a sleepover with Uncle Josh tonight. Does that sound fun?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, playing with the hem of one of the blankets on the bed.

“Mama might be gone for a few days, but Daddy will come home and check in on you. Josh is gonna bring you to visit us as soon as he can.”

“Why?” She asked, her brown eyes looking up with confusion.

“Cause tomorrow, you’re gonna have a baby brother.” You explained. “Are you excited?” She gave you another nod, listening intently. “Being a big sister is super cool, you know.”

“The coolest.” Jake added, giving her a smile. “But we wanna talk about something first, okay?” She nodded again, fully enthralled in what he was saying. It wouldn’t matter if she didn’t understand a word he spoke; if he was talking, she was listening. She adored Jake, always wanting to be a part of what he was doing, or talking to him, or being held by him. He used to be scared that she wouldn’t want to be around him, or he was going to fuck up somehow, but she looked at him like he put the stars in the sky. And for both of you, he really did. He was the rock, the glue always holding everything together. He was the voice of reason and comfort whenever it was needed, and he was your whole world.

“I know for long time it’s always been just us. Me, you and mama.” He started. “It’s gonna be a lot different with another baby in the house, and we know that. We all have to get used to it. He’s gonna be loud, and cry, and he might be a bit smelly, too.” She laughed at his words. “But you’re gonna grow up, and he’s gonna be your best friend. The first little while will be hard, though. We’re gonna have to pay a lot of attention to him.”

“How much?” She asked. You shook your head in disbelief. For a three year old, she was incredibly smart.

“A lot, bug.” You told her. “He won’t be able to eat by himself, or walk, or talk to us. You do all of those things now, but you know how you learned how to do it, and how we’re still learning how to do some things?” She nodded. “He’s gotta learn how to do it all, too.”

“Oh.” She said, mostly understanding what you were saying. You winced as another, stronger contraction pulled your attention away. “Hurt, mommy?” She asked, concern laced in her tiny voice.

“I’m okay, honey.” You held your pinky out to her. She locked hers around yours, but didn’t let go right away.

“But, you know what, bug?” Jake asked, getting her attention. She looked up at him, never moving her hand from yours. “That doesn’t mean we love you any less. You’re still our baby, too. We aren’t going to forget about you. It might seem like we’re paying more attention to him, but I promise we’re still right here. We’re still gonna play and dance, and do all of the fun stuff we do, now. I’ll read you your bedtime story every night, and mama will sing for you, too.” She looked to you for confirmation. You nodded and gave an affirmative hum.

“You’re still our baby, too. We would never forget about you.” You promised. “You know how much we love you?” You asked. She thought about it for a moment, then stretched her arms out as wide as she could. You laughed, but nodded. You and Jake did the same, showing her your entire wingspan. “This much, and even more than that. And Uncle Josh, and Sammy, and Danny, too. And we can’t forget about Auntie Evie and Uncle Sam, and everybody else in the whole wide world. There’s always love to go around for you, lovebug.” You said, reaching forward and catching her in a hug. She melted into your touch as you pulled her into your lap.

Jake leaned over, wrapping one arm around you, and the other around her. Jake peppered kissed over her cheeks, causing a shriek of laughter from her. “You’re gonna be the best big sister ever, but we already know that.” Her long brown hair was cascaded over her face, her eyes, so similar to her fathers, were sparking with childlike joy. “So we need you to be good for Josh tonight, and he’ll bring you to visit as soon as he can okay?”

“Okay!” She said, her excitement returning to her.

“We love you so much.” He said, brushing the locks of hair away from her tiny face.

“I love you!” She said, although not pronounced perfectly. Still, it was more than music to your ears. You thought it ought to be one of her favourite phrases; she took the idea of peace and love and ran with it. “Can you…” she thought for a moment, trying to piece the words together. You and Jake watched in anticipation. “Read?” Jake grinned, holding his hand up for a high five. She returned the gesture immediately. She was getting much better with her sentences, and you were certain she’d be talking your ears completely off any day now. She had the knowledge, but was more hesitant than anything.

Jake stood, disappearing from the room, only to return with a book in his hand. He climbed back in bed for your usual nighttime ritual, although a little early that particular night. You thought that she just liked the routine, rather than needed it to sleep. If you had to place a bet, she’d definitely get Josh to read to her later, or more likely, con him into letting her watch a movie at bedtime. It was always incredibly difficult telling her no, and Josh had the hardest time with it. She settled between you and Jake, excited for the story he picked. While he read to her and she was distracted enough, you managed to comb your fingers through her messy hair and retied her little ponytail.

As the story came to a close, you were feeling quite uncomfortable. When Jake looked over at you, he was well aware that the time was quickly approaching. He placed the book on his beside table and turned to Layla, who was fully laying against you. “Alright, bug. Mama and I have to get going, but remember what we told you, okay?” He said. She gave a nod. He swooped down and picked her up with ease, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her head. “Give mama big hugs!” She didn’t have to be told twice. She was by your side, trying her best to wrap her tiny arms around you. You held her for a moment, enjoying the last few minutes of being a family of three. Jake went to your side of the bed, helping her down once she let go of you. Once both her feet were planted on the ground, he helped you up.

When you were all standing, she hugged your legs, her silent way of telling you she didn’t want you to go. Jake bent down and picked her back up, not being able to resist it. “We love you more than words, lovebug.” You told her.

“If you need us, tell Josh to call dad, okay?” Jake said. “Even if it’s just a bad dream.” The three of you made your way out of your room. You went down the stairs first, holding the railing tightly. Jake followed close behind, not letting you out of his sight. When you got back to the kitchen, Josh was just finishing the dishes and Sam was putting them away. Danny was reading over the instruction booklet on how to put the crib together, preparing for the grievous activity. When they heard footsteps, they all turned to look.

When they noticed you holding your back, they clued in that it was time to go. Josh immediately came over and took Layla from Jake. He brought her in the living room and sat her in front of her toys before rejoining. “Y/n,” Sam cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Oh, yeah, it’s time to go.” Jake said, now noticing what Sam was seeing. You looked down, realizing that wetness was spreading down the legs of your pants. The pain was intense and constant enough that you hadn’t even noticed.

“Oh shit,” you exhaled. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Just like last time, your water had broken in the middle of your labour. Sam bit onto his lip, holding back a laugh.

“It looks like you peed yourself.” He mumbled, coughing away a giggle.

“Grow up, Sam.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, no shame here! Supermom!” He said, mocking Josh.

“You’re an idiot.” Even while you insulted him, you couldn’t help but laugh. Josh took to the front of you, pulling you into a short lived hug.

“You’re gonna do great. We’re so proud of you, and we’ll be here when you get home.” He promised. He kissed the top of your head before pulling his twin into a hug. Sam and Danny took their turn, muttering words of encouragement, trying not to panic themselves at the thought of you giving birth.

“Take care of my baby.” You said to Josh, even though you knew it was unspoken. There was nobody you trusted more to look after her. “Call us if she needs anything, please. Even if she just wants to say goodnight.”

“Will do.” He assured you. “Now go, we love you.”

“We love you guys.” You said as you made your way to the door. Jake held your hand as you slipped your shoes on, leading you out the door. He helped you down the steps and to the car, opening the door for you. Before you got in, he searched wildly in the backseat for a towel or a blanket to place under you. When he found one, he helped you sit.

He got in the drivers side, starting the car wordlessly. He reached for your hand, holding it tightly in his own. It was his silent encouragement, telling you everything was okay without even having to open his mouth. “Did you call Eve?” You asked as he pulled out of the driveway. The contractions were picking up the pace, lasting a bit longer each time they came around.

“Yeah. I texted her just before we left. She’s going to meet us there.” He promised. You nodded, breathing through the pain. The drive seemed to last forever, the pain intense and uncomfortable. You were never so relieved when the view of the hospital came into sight.

Jake wasted no time finding a parking spot and helping you out of the car. Once you were inside, the staff immediately got you into a wheelchair, getting you to the maternity ward and settled into a room.

The nurses got you into your gown and then the bed, and started your IV. Jake left you only for a moment to grab your stuff from the car, returning before you even really processed that he was gone. He took to your bedside, pulling a visitor chair as close as he could get it. He leaned forward, brushing your hair from your forehead and giving you a smile. You slipped your hand into his, feeling the uncertainty melt away, now understanding that this was reality and you had to be okay with it. “You doing okay?” He asked, thumb tracing over the back of your hand.

“Yeah, I think so. I’m nervous.” You admitted. He placed a kiss to your knuckles.

“You’ve got this. You’re gonna do amazing, and I’m going to be right beside you the whole time.” He promised.

“I love you.” You sighed, relaxing back into the pillows.

“I love you.” He straightened the blankets out, pulling them further up on you, making sure you were comfortable. “And him.” He added, quickly.

“Don’t think he’s gonna take as long as Layla did.” You said, shifting slightly. “My mom told me that the second usually comes faster, but I didn’t think it would be this fast.” You tried to laugh, but a contraction cut it short.

“Want me to get a nurse?” He asked. “Are you doing an epidural this time?” You found it funny, how involved he was with your pregnancies. The first time, he was the one coming home with parenting books and went crazy with baby-proofing the house. Every time you mentioned something he hadn’t heard of before, or if he wasn’t sure how to help, he went right to google to figure it out. When you had Layla, he didn’t sleep at the hospital until he knew you were both safe and okay. He was more than attentive, and just from the look in his eye when you were in pain, you could tell he’d do anything to switch places with you, if he could.

“Yeah. I think I waited too long last time, it didn’t really do much. I don’t want to feel all that again.” You chuckled.

“Whatever you think is best, baby.” He said. His support was fantastic and never once wavering.

After a while, the nurses administered the epidural, and Eve and Sam arrived. Sam made quick work at distracting you from the situation just by continuing to be his regular, annoying, younger-brother self. Eve was fantastic with her best friend support, the same as she was last time. Jake was more than comforting just by existing. The labour was quick comparative to your last experience, only taking a few hours until you were ready for the main event. Sam took post in the waiting room until, in his words, ‘the gross part was over’, while Eve and Jake stayed with you, each holding one of your hands. It seemed like as soon as it started, it was over. The pain was worth every second, because once they placed your baby in your arms, the world made a little bit more sense.

You were gross, sweaty and exhausted, but Jake was still looking at you like the entire world was right in front of him. He cut the umbilical cord and remained completely attentive to you while they got him cleaned off. “You did it, baby.” He said, smiling down at you.

“You look stupid in that gown.” You managed the joke, feeling light from the pain meds and fighting sleep.

“Thanks.” He chuckled. “You look as beautiful as ever.”

“Don’t lie to me.” You brushed him off.

“Never lied to you before, why would I start now?” He whispered, all the love he ever had for you showing in the look in his eyes.

After things calmed down, and the doctor ensured you and the baby were safe and stable, the medical staff began to filter out. Jake had changed into something more comfortable, and taken permanent post by your bedside. Eve went to update Sam, leaving you and Jake to have some time to yourselves. When the doctors brought your newest addition back to you, you finally felt a wave of peacefulness wash over you. You held him in your arms, gazing down at his sleeping face. Jake stood, sliding on the edge of the bed beside you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you leaned into the touch, propping your arm up slowly so you wouldn’t disturb the sleeping baby.

“He’s beautiful,” you finally said, feeling the tears fill your eyes.

“Just like his mama.” He said, reaching down and moving the blanket away from his face. “Hey, little guy.” He whispered, adoration coating his features. “He looks like you.” Jake noted, looking up at your face.

“Really?” You inspected a little further. “I find he looks like you, too.”

“No,” Jake shook his head. “He’s got your nose.” He used his free hand to slightly nudge the tip your nose with his index finger. You let out a giggle, rolling your eyes at him. “And your eyes. I noticed them earlier.”

“He’ll probably grow up to look like you, too. Your damn Kiszka genes are too strong.” You joked. Jake laughed, shaking his head at your words.

“Don’t care who he looks like, m’gonna love him just the same.” He mumbled, eyes never leaving his son.

“What are we gonna name him?” You asked, suddenly feeling another wave of panic. You and Jake had put off picking a name for far too long, thinking you still had a few more weeks to decide. You’d done the same with Layla; it was the first name that popped in your head, and you both loved it. It seemed that this time was no different.

“Henley?” He said, almost instantly. You snapped your head up to look at him, eyeing him with suspicion.

“Like, Don Henley?”

“Yeah.” Jake laughed. “Who else?” You gave a small shrug. “Founding member of the Eagles, witchy woman. Come on, you should know that.” He teased.

“I do know that,” you snipped. “I was just clarifying.”

“Well, I was thinking we could keep it up with the music names. It’s kind of cool.” He explained. “Thought we could give him an Eagles name, cause of your nickname.”

“I like it.” You smiled. “Henley… Joshua? Or Michael?” You looked up at him through the corner of your eye.

“After Josh?” Jakes voice was barely above a whisper. You’d given Layla’s middle name in respect to Eve, your sister for every intent and purpose. Jake had no complaints about it, only encouragement.

“Unless you don’t want to. I just thought… yeah.” You trailed off.

“No, that’s perfect, I think.” He cleared his throat a bit, covering up a crack. “Josh is gonna be ecstatic.” He told you.

“I figured… he’s done so much, and he’s always around and helping us out. He’s our best friend, and I can’t think of anyone better to name him after.” Your voice was soft, too. “Don’t tell my brothers I said that.”

“It stays between us.” He laughed. He turned his attention back to your son, admiring the tininess of him. “What do you think?” Jake put his baby voice on. Just as he did so, Henley’s eyes fluttered open. He made a small coo, blinking a few times. “Henley Joshua Kiszka? Does that sound good to you?” The baby stared at him, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. After a moment, he made another small noise. Jake looked over at you, a grin eating away at his face. “I think he likes it.”

“You like your name, little man?” You asked, bouncing him ever so gently in your arm. His eyes flicked to you, almost as if he recognized your voice. “He does.”

“I think he just likes his mama.” Jake hummed, brushing your hair from your forehead before placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Layla Evangeline and Henley Joshua Kiszka.” He pondered aloud. “I like it.”

“Me, too.”

“Too bad Josh doesn’t have a cooler name. Evangeline sounds so classy. Josh sounds like a frat boy.” Your head shot up towards Jake.

“Did you just say my son’s name sounds like a frat boy name?”

“No! His name is cool.” He assured you. “Josh’s isn’t.”

“Whatever, Jacob.” You shot back. “Pretty generic, too, if you ask me.” He laughed, shaking his head at you.

“Okay, mama bear.” He conceded. “You know, this is going to hurt Sam’s feelings.”

“Plenty of time for more kids.” You hummed, adjusting Henley’s hat on his head.

“Really?” Jake looked to you, excitement clouding his eyes. You watched him for a moment, a small smile forming on your lips. For his almost tough, nonchalant exterior, the mention of babies always seemed to bring a spark of joy to him. Especially if the talk was about your babies.

“I mean, yeah. Just not like… right away.” You said after a moment. “But I wouldn’t mind having more kids with you.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips and lingering for a moment. He wanted to live in that moment forever.

After a while, Jake took him so you could get some sleep. Eve and Sam came in to gush over him, feeling the baby fever begin to set in. You figured it wouldn’t be too long before they had a few of their own. When you woke up, it was light outside, and there were voices in the hallway. Henley was fast asleep in the bassinet next to your bed, right in your line of vision. Jake knew he’d be the first thing you looked for when you woke. You stretched, feeling the ache from labour still persisting. You used your hands to prop yourself up a bit, holding the button on the bed to elevate the upper half. You reached over, grabbing the bassinet and gently wheeling it towards you. You looked in, smiling at him swaddled in the hospital blankets.

A head peeked back into the room, checking on you. You looked up to see Jake, giving him a wave. “You have a visitor, if you’re up for it, mama.” He said. You gave him a nod, telling him it was okay. He leaned back out, but you could still hear his voice. “Come on, bug.” Within a moment, Jake reappeared with his twin and your daughter. When she recognized you in bed, her eyes lit up.

“Hi, mama.” She said, a bit timidly.

“Hi, lovebug!” You exclaimed in a whisper. You held your arms out, telling her it was okay to come over. She raced over to you, ridding herself of the nervousness almost immediately. Jake helped her up on the bed, and she settled in right beside you. “I missed you.” You told her.

“Ho-pit-al.” She said. You and Jake laughed quietly at her pronunciation. “Are you okay?” She asked.

“Mama’s okay, bug. Don’t worry.”

“Dad okay?” She asked, playing with the stuffed bear she’d brought with her.

“Dad’s okay, too.” You assured her. “Did you have a fun sleepover with Josh?” She nodded, handing you her teddy bear. You grabbed it, smiling down at the small toy. Jake had bought it for her after returning from a tour they did when she was quite young. It was her favourite one by far, and she was always carrying it around with her.

“Do you wanna meet your brother?” Jake asked, crouching down by the bed. She gave him a look of uncertainty, but eventually nodded again. Josh took his chance to greet you, walking over and placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hello, Joshua.” You gave him a smile.

“Hello, mama.” He said back with the same tone. “How are you feeling?”

“A little sore, but it’s worth it.” You assured him. “Did you see him, yet?” He shook his head.

“Jake wanted to wait until you were awake and ready.” You felt your heart warm at his words, knowing how much respect your husband had for you. Josh took a small step towards the head of the bed, turning to look at Jake as he brought over Henley. You held your arms out, to which Jake placed him down gently in them.

Layla sat up, gazing over with curiosity. Jake took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching the interaction intensely, never wanting to forget the moment. Without a word, Josh took a moment to take a few pictures, wanting you all to have the memory, too. “He was in your belly?” She looked up to you, unable to process the situation.

“Yeah, he was, bug.” You told her. “What do you think of him?”

“He’s tiny.” She noted.

“Sure is. You were that size, too, once.” Jake told her.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” you said, smiling at her. “Now you’re getting so big.” Jake mumbled an agreement, both of you feeling the weight of the statement. You couldn’t believe she was growing up so fast.

“I like him.” She finally deducted.

“That’s good, bug.” Jake laughed. “I’m sure he likes you, too.”

“What’s his name?” She asked.

“Henley.” Jake said.

“Henny?” She asked, a bit confused. He gave a small shake of his head.

“Hen-“ he said, waiting for her to repeat him. She did so, watching him carefully. “Lee.” She repeated that, too. “Henley.”

“Henley.” She said, although not completely perfect. Still, he wasn’t long telling her he was proud of her and giving her a high five.

“Don Henley?” Josh asked. Jake nodded, looking to you.

“Come here.” Jake patted the spot beside him. Josh took a seat, leaning over slightly to get a better look at him.

“He’s gorgeous.” Josh said, almost breathless at the sight. If you knew anything for certain, it was that Josh loved kids just as much as Jake did.

“We think so, too.” Jake said, placing a hand on his brothers shoulder. You shared a look with your husband, who gave you a slight nod, telling you that it was okay if you told Josh his name.

“We were actually wondering what you thought about his full name, godfather.” You caught his attention. You and Jake decided since Sam and Eve were Layla’s godparents, Josh and Ally would be his godparents. Ally didn’t live close by, but she visited often and was always involved in your lives, whether remotely or in person.

“Let me hear it, then.” The anticipation was killing him, you could tell just by the look in his eye.

“Henley Joshua Kiszka.” You told him, tone soft and eyes hopeful. He stared for a moment, mouth slightly agape, trying to process what you were saying.

“J-Joshua?” He stuttered, clearing his throat. “Like, after me?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Is that okay?”

“That’s… more than okay. That’s awesome.” He rushed out, eyes looking everywhere but at yours. “You mean it?”

“Of course we do. Couldn’t think of anyone better to name him after.” You explained. He finally met your gaze. You noticed a few tears brimming in his eyes. “You’re Jake’s brother, and you’re my best friend. You’ve been there for us through everything. You’re our rock, and we have no idea where we’d be without you. You brought me into your family with open arms, since the first day I met you. You were the first person who came to mind.”

“I don’t know what to say,” he chuckled, wiping his eye with the back of his hand.

“Don’t have to say anything, brother.” Jake patted him on the back. He wrapped his arm around Josh, pulling him into a short lived hug. “We wanted to. Thank you for everything you do, and for loving them like they’re your own.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that!” He brushed Jake’s words off. “I love you guys.”

“We love you.” You laughed. “Do you wanna hold him?”

“Can I?”

“Of course you can.” You nodded. He cautiously reached over, ever so carefully taking him from your arms. He stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. At the sight of the new face, he looked like he was about to cry. Josh rocked him slightly, quietly talking to him. After a few seconds, he relaxed again and made a few small noises.

“He looks like you.” Josh said, looking up at you.

“You think?” You asked. Josh nodded.

“I told you.” Jake grinned, peeking over his brothers shoulder to admire the baby, too. Layla curled up beside you, resting her head on your chest. You wrapped your arm around her, holding her tightly to you.

As you sat and watched the twins with the baby, and looked down at your daughter, you felt an overwhelming sense of happiness wash over you. You were certain that life couldn’t get any better than this. You’d find made it; all the years of hard work paying off in this small, sacred moment of time. Jake looked up at you, giving you a smile. “We did it.” You whispered. Josh was so enthralled in Henley that he didn’t even hear you speak.

“We did it.” Jake confirmed. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you, Rockstar.” And you meant it with every fibre of your being. You loved every day, minute, and second that brought you here, even if some were terrible. You thanked the universe for every memory, every touch and word shared with him. You thanked every higher power to exist for ensuring he was at that dive bar in Baltimore. And you thanked them once more, for guiding him to the cafe the next day. That one night, one that was so painfully normal for everyone else, gave you the entire world. It got you where you were, now, adoring him entirely and learning more about love with every day that passed. One bar in Maryland, one Eagles song, and one rum and coke paved the way for the happiest life you could ever have imagined for yourself.

“I love you, witchy woman.” Without him saying another word, you already knew he felt the exact same way.

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"Family Don't End In Blood"

Chapter 2

Warnings: angst, arguments, mention of abortion, violence, blood and kidnapping.

word count: 5779

Chapter 1

“I don’t want us to have kids.”

“I don’t want us to have kids.”

“I don’t want us to have kids.”

    That one sentence echoed in your mind so loudly. Like if Dean had been standing in a cave and had just shouted the words, it would still not nearly be as loud as it was in your mind. Your face was blank and growing more pale.  Mind now empty from the horror that you were facing. You felt sick, sicker than before you found out you were pregnant. Your stomach was doing somersaults making the unpleasant feeling so much worse. You couldn’t breathe, you sat still while you looked at Dean with your jaw dropped. 

    He didn’t want kids and here you were about to tell him that you were pregnant. Whichever god, deity or higher power that oversaw weaving the events of your life, truly had a sick sense of humor.  You wish this were a nightmare. That at any moment you would wake up and in bed with Dean and you surprise him with a special gift that would say “World’s best dad” and he would shed tears of joy. Sam would be hugging you and excited about becoming an uncle and Castiel wanting to be your child’s guardian angel. Your friends would throw you a baby shower and having to drag Dean to it. Maybe bribing him with pie. Months later, you finally deliver your baby and Dean smiling down proudly at your child as he kissed your forehead. You smile contently as you fell asleep after hours of being in labor. 

    How you wished that was the reality. For Dean to be happy about being a father and you a mother.  Yet, that wasn’t the reality that you want. Your own personal hell and nightmare was. Dean didn’t want to have kids with you, or at all. His mind was set on this and once Dean’s mind was made up, it’s damn near impossible to change. 

absolute and full-on non-negotiable

   You heard him right, and when Dean says something was absolute, he meant it. You didn’t know that to do. You were already pregnant, and you didn’t have the chance to tell him. You honestly don’t have any idea why he brought it up and why he had suddenly made this decision. Dean loved kids and so did you. He was always good with young kids and even wanted to help raise Ben. Yes, it wasn’t ideal to raise children in the hunter life. If it ever came to be, you would quit the hunter life if it meant raising your children in safety. You now had some stability and a home to call your own since your father’s house had burned down.  What had changed his mind?

“What? Why not?” You asked wanting to know why the father of your unborn baby of why didn’t want kids.

“You know the hunt we were just on? The hunt with pregnant women that had gone missing?” He asked in return to help you get a good picture 

“Yes.” You answered him.

“When we first go there, we started at the police station and found all of the addresses of the homes these pregnant women lived at.” He began softly, a sad expression was clear on his face. “I interviewed the husbands and boyfriends, and…I met this one guy that said that he and his wife had multiple miscarriages. And they were finally expecting, and she was far along. It was close to her due date, around eight months. I have seen a guy look so distraught.” When Dean explained to you about what went down, your heart broke. To have had a series of miscarriages and when finally, been gifted the miracle of life, something comes in and took that away from a happy couple. “We found through our research that it was a demon that gets it’s power from the essence of newborn children. A Lamia, by the look of it. She was undercover at one the clinic that was helping these pregnant women. She impersonated a nurse to get their medical information to search out these women during their third trimester. The clinic had no idea a demon was working with them.”

“My god.” You uttered while looking at Dean in shock and sadness. “Did you find the mother?”

“Yes, but…She was gone and so was her baby.” He sated, looking down at the table. 

“You mean…” You try to finish while not wanting to hear the rest of what Dean was going to say. 

“Yes, She died. And what I saw…was…” He tried to get out and his breath hitched. You can tell he didn’t want to give the details. “She was butchered, like she was some sort of science experiment. You have no idea how hard it was to tell her husband his wife and child were gone.” Dean was trying to hold back all the emotions and it showed. His tears were brimming with fresh tears. He didn’t go into further detail, and you most certainly didn’t want to hear about what happened to the baby. You just couldn’t image the horror of what Dean had seen. Without thinking you secretly placed your stomach, without Dean noticing. The need and desire to protect your baby had grown stronger when you heard Dean talk about his experience. 

“Did you find the demon?” You asked quietly with your hand still on your non-existent bump. 

“Yes, we iced the bitch and her minions fled after I put the bullet in her brain.” Dean leaned back and his face became where more stonelike when you mentioned the demon. You were relived at that, at least. The fewer of these monsters, the better. “When we drove back, I talked to Sam and venting out my emotions. I didn’t want to go through something like that. I don’t want to especially see you go through that. I don’t know what would happen if I lost you. Especially like that.” Dean said as he grabbed your free hand as your other hand laid on your belly. You truly saddened on how badly this had gotten to Dean. Hell, it was getting you to you too.

“Dean, this is a serious decision. I understand the risks of raising a family in the life. But, I can protect myself. I am a hunter, Dean. I have been raised this life. That poor woman you mentioned, had no clue of what was going to happen. We do. We know what’s out there and the monsters.” You try reasoning with him. Dean’s resolve always seems to crumble when it came to you. You were the only person that could break his walls and even somehow remotely change his mind on things. Which it was impressive considering how stubborn Dean can be. Seeing as you were going to have a child, you might as well try to change his mind. “Plus, we have the Bunker. It the safest and most secure place in the world. If that place isn’t safe for a child, then where?” You finally let go of your pregnant belly and then grabbed Dean’s hand. Looking deep in his eyes and smiled at him. “Was this really because of one hunt, Dean? I understand about what you had gone through and…” But before you could say anything else, Dean lets his hand slip from yours and gives you the cold glare. It was a look that you never thought Dean could give you.

“(Name), are you seriously saying that we should have a baby? To raise them in the life? To put their safety, happiness, and well-being on the line, just so we could be parents? I’m Sorry, honey, but that is honestly the most self-centered thing you could say.” Dean growled, looking at you like you were going insane. For the first time in forever, Dean had hurt you with his own words. “You know what it was like being raised in this life. You know what I had been through. The kind of life that my father raised us in and yours. Not only is it not ideal, it’s selfish.”

“But, you helped raise Ben. You got out and we can too if it comes to that.” You try to reason with him once, hoping that way you could have the courage to tell him you were pregnant. Ben loved Dean, he might not have been his father but there was no doubt Dean did what he could to protect Ben and Lisa. He cared for them like his own family. 

“Yeah, look how that turned out!” He shot you down in a loud tone, making you jolt up in shock from his heated demeanor. The people in the diner started to look at you two, Dean noticed and tries to quiet down his voice.  “I was pulled back into the life, there is no escaping it, (Name). I almost killed Ben when I was a vampire, Lisa got kidnaped by Crowley and had to erase their memories, forever. I was scared out of my mind and had to say goodbye to the people that I had considered family.” As he explained to you in a more hushed but no less angry. Apparently, that experience still got to Dean and “I don’t want to put the life of child at risk. I could barely protect Sam and you; you think I can protect our kids? No, I can’t. I’m sorry, (Name), but there is no way I’m going to put an innocent life in danger like this.  I am not going through something like that. I will not raise a kid in the life. I rather die the next day, than risk my child’s life and watch them die. I don’t want to have kids, (Name). That’s final.” Dean said as if he was setting his words in stone. The commitment in his argument seemed to be absolute and there was no changing it. It scared you, Dean at that moment, terrified you. For the first time in your life, you didn’t know what to so regarding the man you fell in love with. Most importantly, you didn’t know what to do about the life growing inside of you. One is for sure, you can’t tell Dean. You just can’t, not right now at least.

You looked down and took a deep breath before saying anything. 

“Okay, Dean. I’m sorry for fighting you on this.” You somberly apologize to your boyfriend, feeling incredibly defeated. Dean nodded and grabbed the burger and took a bite, you both ate in silence, not speaking to each other after that. What you both didn’t see was a pair of black eyes looking straight at you and your sad face, with a wide, wicked grin plastered on her face. 

….

 Dean’s PoV

  The drive back to the bunker was silent. Nothing but uncomfortable dead air between the two of  as both of them drove back home. The radio played on as (Name) looked out the window and kept her eyes away from her boyfriend. Dean, feeling a twinge of guilt over the way he reacted over her trying to change his mind. His brain was now chastising him for calling her self-centered and selfish because she may want to become a mother. There was nothing wrong with that it was human nature for a woman to want to have children. He couldn’t blame her and saying she was selfish was uncalled for. He just didn’t know why she was trying to fight him on this so much. They were always able to be on the same page with everything. Why is she fighting with him now?

    He knew he had to get her to see his side of it. She had to know that raising a kid in this life is just out of the question. His upbringing had such an influence on him that the dream of having children was dead. There was a time where he wanted kids. He loved them and honestly thought (Name) would be the one to give him that. But after everything that he went through as a child, having to raise Sam by himself and all the things that he had seen happened to innocent children, that wasn’t possible for him. That hunt he went one just killed it for him, he had never seen anything like that. He knows he wouldn’t make a good father. He was so sure of it and she needed to see that. He loved her and wanted her to stay with him. If can just get her on board, then things will get better between them. They can go back to talk with one another. She will get over it in time he convinced himself. she was always resilient, so she can let of this dream of hers. Dean looked back to his girlfriend and turned off the radio so he could talk to her. 

“Look, sweetheart. I’m sorry for the way I acted back there. Yelling at you is something that I didn’t want to do, and I shouldn’t have embarrassment you like that. You’re not selfish or self-centered. You’re the best person that I know and you didn’t deserve that.” He spoke softly as he looked the girl he loved. She didn’t say anything other than nodded at him with her chin be held up by her hand. (Name) continued to look out the window as Dean continued the conversation, even though she wasn’t responding to back to him. “But...I really need you to be on board with this. You had no idea how hard it would be to raise a child together. I mean, me and Sam are considered deceased in the eyes of the law. We won’t be able to find jobs, get a house or even take our kids to school. If we didn’t have the Bunker, we would still be jumping from motel to motel all the time. People are going to be asking questions about our lives and one day will ask what our kid’s parents do for a living and will expose the hunting life. They might even think we are crazy and CPS might take our kid away. Me and Sammy were almost taken from our dad when were little, and then had to leave so that the cops wouldn’t find us. You want that? You really want for our kid?” Dean tried to get through to her one more time, hoping this could help her deal with the fact that he didn’t want to have kids. 

“No, I don’t.” She said gloomily not looking at him. Dean would normally be angry if someone weren’t giving him answers to his questions and not look at him. However, this was (Name) he was talking to. She was the one person to break down his walls. He couldn’t be cold towards her, he just couldn’t. “I get it you went through a ton of crap and don’t want to repeat history.” She finished, but still refused to look at Dean. Feeling sad and guilty, Dean grabbed her hand and stroked it with his large thumb. (Name) had now finally looked at him with her (e/c) eyes and could see the sadness in them. Dean’s heart broke when he looked at her. She looked disheartened by what he told her. He had to try to make it better. Maybe taking some time off from hunting and spending time together. They could use a few days off from the life and try to be normal for a while. 

“How about we take a break, honey? Spend some time together? We can find something to do and have some fun okay?” Dean asked with that sweet smile that (Name) had loved so much. She took a deep breath and nodded. 

“Okay. Sounds like a good idea.” She replied, sounding like she had nothing else to say. Dean then took his hand away and he placed both his hands on the steering wheel as the Bunker came to view. 

….

Normal POV.

     You didn’t sleep at all that night. Not even with Dean by your side, you just couldn’t let your eyes shut and drift off to sleep. Dean tried to get you to talk to him as much as possible, to try and steer away from the conversation away from the whole baby situation. He had failed so after the first few hours before dinner. Sam also noticed your strange behavior and saw how much you were ignoring Dean. You had told Sam that Dean didn’t want kids back when you went out to lunch. Sam knew that what is was about and figured you would be upset about it.  He was the only other person Dean told that he didn’t want to have kids. You at least ate your fill of food because of the fact you were pregnant and needed to take care of your baby, the baby that Dean didn’t want. After you ate you went back to your room and decided to read a book until night fall. Dean finally came in and changed into his pajamas. He told you he loved you before you said your good nights and you returned with it with a soft kiss to his lips. After hours of failed attempts of trying to sleep, You looked at Dean again. He was fast asleep with his arm around you and his face buried in your hair. You turned your head away from him and slowly removed his arm from you. Carefully getting up from the bed you looked at your phone to look at the clock.

1:34 A.M. 

  You placed your phone down and got up, knowing that you weren’t going to be getting as much sleep as you would like. You carefully opened the door to yours and Dean’s room and walked out to the kitchen. Once you went to the kitchen, you went straight to the fridge and pulled out pickles and peanut butter form the cabinet.  One thing you could never get used to being pregnant, were the weird cravings. Without hesitation, you opened the jar of peanut butter and took a knife you had gotten out from the drawers. Taking a large pickle, you spread the peanut butter on the pickle. You then took a large bite out of the pickle and for some strange reason, the bizarre treat made you moan in pleasure. Pregnancy, it does weird things to a woman. You were about to take another bite when a familiar voice spooked you from behind.

“(Name).” The gruff voice called you, making you jump and drop your midnight snack. You whipped your whole body to see that it was Castiel right behind you, doing what he always did to you and the boys, scaring the living daylights out of you. 

“Jeeze, Cas!” You yell whispered when you saw the trench coat wearing angel in front of you. “Why do you do that?! Warn a girl next time!”

“Pardon my intrusion on your…” He looked at what was looking down at the food you dropped and back at you. “Nourishment? I know I am not knowledgeable about human cuisine, but I’m sure pickles and peanut butter sound awful together.” He observed as you picked up the pickle and threw in in the trash. 

“Yeah, I know. But I can’t help it, Cas.” You walked away and washed your hands again so that you can’t another peanut butter covered pickle. The cravings just would let up, even though you weren’t hungry. “Where were you?”

“I was in Israel, it’s officially heaven’s business so I can’t reveal much.” Castiel answered with a dull and gruff response.

“I guess. Now can you please leave so that I can eat my midnight snack in peace?” You snapped but then regrated snapping at your friend when you saw the hurt look on his face. “I’m sorry, Cas. I’m just having a rough week.”

“I can see that, and I can see that you are not being yourself. Your mood has changed much, and your appearance seemed…altered.” Castiel noted making you look at him slightly nervous. You stayed calm, not wanting him to grow more suspicious of your condition. 

“Like what?” You asked.

“Your face is more flushed, your more irritated and then return to your normal self within a second and you seem have this aura around you. A glow you would say.” Castiel explained and you look up at him, your eyes round like saucers.

“What do you mean ‘glow’, Cas?” You asked. 

“The glow of new life.” Castiel avowed making you squirm. “New life that is growing inside of you, (Name). You are with child.” Castiel correctly analyzed and your jaw dropped. 

“How did you know?” You asked, feeling like the air had left your lungs. 

“I can feel a second heartbeat coming it from you, and the lifeforce is very strong and pure. The light of every expecting human mother has throughout their pregnancy. The child is Dean’s, I am sure?” He asked a little too loud for your taste and covered his mouth with a sush. 

“Keep it down, or Sam or Dean are going to here you!” In a loud whisper while you kept your hand on Castiel’s mouth. “Yes, it is Dean’s but I haven’t told him yet.”

“Why not? I am sure Dean would be jovial about you expecting his child.” He asked while being genuinely confused. 

“Because Dean told me at lunch yesterday that he doesn’t want child. Ever.” You retorted bitterly when you then chopped on another pickle covered in peanut butter. 

“Ever?” Castiel raised an eyebrow at your statement, taken aback by what Dean had told you.

“Yes and he said his decision was ‘Absolute and full-on non-negotiable’.” You mocked your boyfriend’s words using air quotes and took another bite of your pickle, not caring how disgusting the idea of eating a pickle with peanut butter on it. 

“So, Dean isn’t going to change mind on it huh?” Castiel asked while your crunched on your snack and shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Then, want are you going to do? You and I both know how stubborn Dean is, and he’s not going to budge. When he decides on something, he is unlikely to change his mind.” 

“I know Cas!” You whined while you turned away from him and placed you hand on your head in frustration, groaning in frustration at what to do about your difficult position. “I have no idea what to do. I’m pregnant with Dean’s child! A child he doesn’t want! He told me that we shouldn’t be having a kid as hunters. I thought that I could convince him to leave the hunting life! That we can live normal life, but no! he said that there is no way he would be able to leave the life permanently! And it’s true! No matter how bad it was, he will always be pulled back into the life, one way or another! Our kid will never be safe!” You whispered yelled again, trying to make sure that you stayed quiet so that you wouldn’t wake Dean or Sam up. “You remembered what happened to Lisa and Ben, you are the one that erased their memories and Dean had to say goodbye, forever. I don’t want that to happened and I don’t to risk my child’s life.” You wanted to cry right then and there as the tears began to surface in your eyes. It seemed like all your emotions that you had bottled up for the past week were piling up. Now, you had just gotten the news that the love of your life doesn’t want kids, breaking your heart, while pregnant with his child. You start to weep silently but horribly. Covering your face with your hands, sobbing your aching heart out. Castiel, feeling every emotion that’s troubling you, walked up to you and embraced you in a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around Castiel’s shoulders, trying to find some sort of comfort from one of your best friends. You cried in Castiel’s chest staining his shirt. You were truly lost at what to do about your situation. Until, Castiel had spoken up and it made you wish he didn’t mention it.

“There is another option, (Name).” Castiel uttered quietly and then you looked up at him with a tear-stained face.

“What?” you speak up after crying your eyes out.

“You could get a-” 

“No!” You yell-whisper as you pushed him away from you, knowing very well what he was suggesting.

“Why?! (Name), you’re not seriously considering of having this baby?!” Castiel kept his voice low as he yelled but the anger was clear on his voice. 

“I’m not killing my baby, Cas.” You cried, feeling offended that the angel would even contemplate something as heartless as what Castiel was proposing. You knew what he was talking. He was asking you to abort your child. Castiel’s tone and expression came back to a calmer and more compassionate demeanor, regretting he even brought it up.

“I understand, (Name). I’m sorry for even considering it.  But you need to know Dean is not going to change his mind. His stubbornness knows no bounds, and so will his anger when he finds out that you had been hiding this pregnancy from him.”  He stated truthfully. “There is still time to consider your options. I suggest you do it before Dean finds out, or you may pay a much bigger price then what you feared, (Name).” Castiel walked away from you to who knows where, leaving you alone. The feeling of hopelessness overwhelmed you as you placed you hand on your stomach. What are you going to do?

….

    You went to back to bed with Dean, while trying to keep your distance from him. Still not getting a wink of sleep, you nevertheless got up when morning came and took a shower. You felt like you were on autopilot after your conversation with Castiel throughout the entire week.  You barely spoke to Dean and shot down any date night ideas. When Dean tried to give you physical affection and you had been pushing him away. Growing tired already of your attitude, he confronted you about it. 

“(Name), I have had enough of this. I’m tired of this silent treatment you had been giving me for the past week.” Dean snarled at you while you and making a list for your weekly supply run. You didn’t look at him as you replied to him.

“Dean, I really am not in the mood right now. I need to figure out what we need for the rest of the week.” You huffed at your boyfriend while going over the list you made. You wanted to go to the store so that you could clear your head from all the drama that you had been experiencing. It wasn’t good for your or the baby to be feeling stressed out. Dean, not appreciating his girlfriend’s indifference from him, grew angry. To get you to speak it him, he grabbed the list. Making you yelled and reach out for the piece of paper. “Dean! Give that back!”

“Not until you talk to me, (Name)! I’m not going to stand you ignoring me anymore and I have to know what is that matter with you!” He shot back as he took the list far out of your reach. You decided to relent and folded your arms, looking to get this talk with Dean over with.

“Fine, go ahead.” You demanded. 

“You have been really snippy with me lately and have been shooting down date nights and barely even let me hold you or touch you for the past week. Whenever I try to ask you what is wrong, you just barked at me and tell me to leave you alone. I feel like we are not even together anymore because of how distant you have become and it’s frankly getting to me!” He vented at you, while you stood as still as a statue looking at him. Dean’s expression soften a little, knowing that being cross with you was not going to work. You were your father’s daughter after all and Bobby never liked Dean talking back to him. “Please, just tell me what’s going on. It’s killing me that you aren’t talking to me. Did I say something? Do something? Is it the whole baby situation?” Dean begged as he began to let himself get more emotional and it made you feel a bit sorry for him. Does he really deserve this neglect that you had been giving him? No, Dean was a good person and it’s not his fault for him not wanting kids due his childhood. You understand him, you really do. No one wants to repeat the cycle of bad childhood experiences. It still doesn’t help the fact you were pregnant and refuse to tell him. It hurt too much to know that he won’t accept his own child. 

‘Maybe you just need some more time, you will tell him when the time is right.’

  Your conscious trying to reason and calm you from getting too heated, needing to think about the baby. You sigh sadly and dropped your arms to side. You don’t want to continue to fight with him, not when you loved him this much. In time, you will tell him and then you both can decide on what to do. 

“Dean, I’m sorry. I didn’t to make you feel like you weren’t loved and neglected. I do love you. I know you said you don’t want kids, and I understand. I just feel disappointed is all.” You said, feeling guilty that you were not telling Dean the whole truth. You feel like you were lying to him and that made you feel like the worst girlfriend ever. “I just need some air and being in this bunker is not good for me. When I get back from the grocery store, we can go out, Okay?” You sweetly asked him with a small smile to him. Dean relaxed and returned the smile as he gave you the list you were working on. Once he gave you back the piece of paper. You grabbed your jacket and purse before giving Dean a kiss on the lips before heading to the Bunker door. “I’ll see you later, okay?” 

“Okay, Love you.” He said looking at you with as you walked out the door. 

….

   You walked through the aisles of the store, nearly almost done getting your supplies for the week. You were now in the bakery section of the store looking at the different varieties of pie being sold in the bakery. You eyed one delicious looking apple pie freshly baked on the rack. You thought about getting it for Dean, hoping it might cheer him up after all the drama between you two. You asked the nice elderly woman if she could box up the pie you were eying. She packed the box right away and you said thank you for her help when you put the pie in the cart. You began to walk toward the frozen aisle to get the ice cream for the pie when someone had got in front of you. You bumped into them and looked up to see a dark-haired woman with tan skin standing in front of you. 

“Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there. Are you okay?” You asked the lady in front of you. 

“I’m fine, but I’m afraid I can’t say the same for you, (Name) Singer.” She said and blink her once golden-brown eyes and suddenly turned to pitch black. Your eyes grew wide and by pure instinct, you opened your flask and threw some Holy water on the demon woman, making her scream. You ran from the scene and suddenly heard the woman screaming from the aisle. “GET HER!” Screamed the demon as a few other demons began to run after you and all the parking lot. You reached for the impala when you were caught by a pair of strong arms.

“There is no escape for you, little girl!” Sneered the male demon that was holding you hostage. Knowing that you need to protect your baby, you reached for your demon knife and with all your strength to stab the demon in the eye. He cried out as you pulled the demon knife from his eye and kicked him out of the way. You quickly got into the car and started the engine. You left the parking lot and drove off back to the bunker. You picked up your cellphone to call Dean to tell him what had happened. 

“(Name)! what up?” Dean answered the call after the first ring.

“Dean, I just got ambushed by a bunch of demons at the supermarket! They’re after me!” You panicked into your cellphone keeping your eyes on the road.

“What?! Are you okay?! Where are you?!”  Dean yelled worriedly through the t other line as you looked back to see a couple of cars speeding towards you and looked back and gasp when you saw two other cars that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, stopping you from going any further. You dropped the Cellphone, with Dean still on the other line. “(Name)! what happened?!” Dean continued to yell on th phone while a large black guy came at your door and ripped the door open while a white guy that was equal to his size grabbed you from your seat and dragged you out. 

“Let me go!!! The Winchesters are going to kill you when they find you!” You threatened as you struggled in the arms of the man holding you. A car pulled up as more people got out of the cars. You figured that they were all demons. The car pulled forward and out came the woman you splashed holy water at the store. You scowled at the demoness as she stepped closer to you. “Dean will find me and when he does, he’s going to kill you.” You threaten and all the demons snickered at you. 

“Where we are taking you, Dean won't have a God damn chance of finding you. When we are finished with you, we will send you back to him piece by piece.” She smirked as she looked behind you at the demon that was holding you. She nodded and sudden intense pain hit you. Everything turned black making you completely helpless at the hands of demons that could do anything to you.

Chapter 3

[izzylovesyou2022]

900 Ways To Love~ Niklas Kronwall/Henrik Zetterberg

It was game day and, boy, were these two boyfriends excited. Niklas Kronwall and Henrik Zetterberg had been dating for almost three years now, but today, Niklas wanted to move the relationship forward. He had planned (after having a long conversation with tonight’s referees) to propose to Henrik during the middle of the game.

“Babe? You alright,” Hank asked, breaking Niklas out of his thoughts.

Niklas laughed and took his boyfriend’s hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it gently.

“Everything is amazing, baby. Especially you,” he whispered, drawing a blush over Hank’s face.

“Okay, I think you’ve embarrassed me enough for one day,” he mumbled, pressing his face into Niklas’s chest.

Niklas laughed again—and it was that clear laugh that always managed to get a smile out of Hank—and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“I’m never done embarrassing you, Hank. Not today, not ever. You’re always going to be my little embarrassed captain,” he teased.

Hank let out a playful huff and shoved Niklas.

“Very funny, Niklas. You should have been a jokester, not a hockey player,” he taunted, earning an eye roll from his boyfriend.

Hank giggled and raced ahead of his boyfriend inside the arena.

Niklas, meanwhile, shook his head and turned deep in thought about the special night they would have.

Tonight was Hank’s 900th career game. That’s a lot for any player, but it’s more memorable tonight because of the fact that this was Hank’s 900th game all with the same team. Most of the time, players would get traded away to other teams or retire before reaching 900 games. Hank was the 11th player in the history of the Red Wings to reach that number of games. Niklas could only hope one day, he’d be able to do the same.

Smiling at this incredible feat, Niklas cleared away his thoughts and sprinted after his boyfriend.

“Babe! Wait up! I wanted to walk together,” he called.

Hank accordingly slowed down and turned around, waiting with a huge smile on his face for Niklas.

“Actually, can you carry me?”

Niklas let out a booming laugh that echoed throughout the hallway and reached the ears of their teammates in the locker room.

“Carry you? Well, I think I can do that,” he said, easily sweeping up the older man into his arms.

Hank squealed and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, nuzzling his face into his shoulder. He took in the smell of Niklas’s “Ocean” cologne and it made him feel calm inside.

Shaking his head lovingly at his boyfriend’s actions, Niklas carried him all the way to the locker room door and set him down gently outside the locker room door.

“Ready to see our teammates, babe? They’re gonna be all over you, in case you didn’t know this already.”

Hank chuckled and turned the door handle.

“I’m used to it. It’s alright, Nicky. I love the attention so it’s not a big deal.”

He stepped inside and was almost immediately attacked with hugs by his young rookie, Gustav Nyquist.

“HANK! I was wondering where in the world you were! Congrats on 900 career games. I hope to be able to play in that many games someday,” he gushed all in one breath, all the while looking at Hank with an admiring gaze.

Hank smiled widely at the enthusiasm and admiration in his rookie’s voice and he reached out to place a kiss on the smooth forehead.

“I’m sure you will someday, squirt. You have a good start already. But, you’re not gonna be able to play very much if you don’t have your gear on,” he teased, landing a very light playful smack on his backside.

Gustav squealed from the contact and obediently went to his locker—which was next to Hank’s—to dress himself.

Chuckling, Hank scrambled to his own locker and began to put his own gear on. He loved his rookie more than he loved himself and it pleased him greatly to see him so happy and excited about everything.

“What are you laughing at, Sasha,” Gustav whispered, again meeting Hank’s gaze with an admiring one of his own.

Hank’s heart couldn’t help but melt at the glance he was getting. Being admired by someone, be it the fans or his mentee, meant the world to Hank. Not because it inflated his ego, no, it was the exact opposite. It humbled him to be admired.

“Just you, my friend. Laughing at your actions and smiling because you’re my good rookie,” he replied, using a gentle hand to sweep the hair out of Gustav’s eyes.

Gustav’s face turned red as a cherry and he reached down to tie up his skates.

“Always want to be a good rookie for you, Hank.”

*twenty minutes later*

“Listen to them, Sasha. Those cheers are all for you,” Niklas whispered, giving his boyfriend a hard nudge in the side.

Hank stopped right at the edge of the hallway before the bench appeared and turned his head in the direction of the stands.

The chants of “Cap-tain, Cap-tain, Cap-tain” rang throughout the arena and reached Hank’s ear like a warm hug.

Tears filled Hank’s eyes and his heart got three times bigger. This was why he’d never left this city or this team: they had the most dedicated fans on the planet. He loved hearing their chants and cheers every night. Even on the road trips they took, it was always a sure thing that there’d be fans following them.

Taking a steadying breath, Hank strode to the bench and skating out onto the ice, followed quickly by Niklas.

The cheering of the crowd instantly got much louder and soon things such as “WE LOVE YOU, HANK” or “900 GAMES? CONGRATS, HANK” could be heard.

Hank stopped at center ice and waited for a long moment while a tribute video for him played over the large screen.

When the video ended, the PA announcer said: “Let’s all give a great big cheer to our leader, Henrik Zetterberg!”

He hardly even needed to encourage the people. The loudest cheers yet could be heard all across the building as Hank raised his stick to the crowd in a salute.

He never wanted to leave. Not if he was going to get a reception like this every night.

*middle of the game, somewhere during the second period*

Niklas was ready. He was nervous too, but he was definatly ready. He was about to propose to the love of his life in front of their fans and their teammates. Was this not the best way to propose?

“Hank! Come here a minute,” he called out to his captain.

Hank, looking beautiful albeit confused, obediently skated over to him.

“What’s up, Kronner? The game’s going to start back up in a few minutes.”

Niklas chuckled and slowly took Hank’s hand in his.

“Hank, I love you. I love you more than myself, hell, I even love you more than life itself. You’re the best boyfriend I could possibly ask for. When I’ve been there about ready to fall, you’ve steadied my feet. When I’ve gone off track, you’ve been there to turn my head so that my eyes were looking forward. You’re the best mentor, the best boyfriend, the best friend, and the best captain anybody could possibly ask for. Well, tonight, I’m going to ask you for more than that. So much more than that.”

Niklas dropped his boyfriend’s hand, got down on one knee, pulled out a black box, and opened it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

“Carl Henrik Zetterberg, in front of our teammates and in front of our fans who do nothing but love and support us, I want to ask you: will you marry me?”

Hank was speechless. He felt overwhelmed, in shock, and in love all at once. Tears welled up in his eyes and he started to bawl, both at the speech that was given and the proposal.

“I…I…..YES! I will marry you,” he screamed, joining his boyfriend—no, fiancé—on his knees on the cold ice.

Niklas slid the ring on Hank’s finger as the crowd cheered and cried behind them.

“I love you, Kronner,” Hank whispered to Niklas.

The younger man kissed him firmly on the lips before pulling Hank into his arms.

“I love you too, Hank. So much. And we’ll always been together, even if we have to find 900 ways to love each other.”

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN IS LIVE! So sorry for the delay!

Chapter Fifteen: The Edge of Seventeen

TW: mentions of abandonment. Roxie witnessed her and Dustin’s dad leaving at a young age. Trauma. Angst.

The late afternoon to evening of March 22, 1986

I open the front door of my house being greeted by the news. It was coverage of Chrissy and Fred, no leads just yet. However, flashes of Eddie’s trailer don’t help. My anxiety peaks as my mother steps into my vision. “Hi darling, are you alright? How about Dustin?” I blink a few times trying to act normal. “He’s okay. He’s at Lucas’…” I begin to trail off as my eyes get stuck on the tributes for the Queen of Hawkins High and Fred flash on my living room TV.

“How was your night with Eddie? Any big plans for tomorrow night?” My face begins to feel cold as “ROXANNE” chimes and echoes through my head. I feel someone grab my hand. “Roxie, baby, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Mom mimics Robin’s statement earlier. “You feel chilly. Honey, are you sure everything is alright?”

“Yeah… yeah. I’m alright.” I say crossing my arms around my body, playing with my rings in my fingers. “It was fun last night. He made me my own Hellfire Club shirt.” “Oh that’s sweet. He’s such a sweet boy and fits you perfectly. I love seeing you happy.” I smile at her sentiment. “I haven’t seen you smile this much since.. before….” She begins to trail off a bit as I put my stuff down. “Mom.” I rub her arm calmly. “I’m so sorry honey. I just…. It’s amazing to see you smiling again. It’s beautiful.” I smile. “I get it from you.” I smile at her and she smiles back.i give her a hug and she hugs me back.

As we embrace, I eye an white envelope with “Roxie Gracie”, my stomach immediately drops. I begin to feel the walls spin. “Was he here earlier?” I squeak. “No, he mailed it. I didn’t open it.” I roll my eyes and groan, throwing my hands up. “Why can’t he leave us alone? I mean, he left us…” I can feel the tears start to form. “Like, what the fuck does he want? Is it another stupid birthday card to his little ‘Roxie Gracie’? God I’m almost eighteen. I have a month left.”

I start growing more angry while the same news blares on the tv. “Rox, I know what happened still hurts you, but he’s still your father.” “Not since he left us mom. He couldn’t handle raising two fucking kids. He is such a coward. A grown man would’ve stayed. Walter is a fucking coward.” I share as the lights flicker a bit. “ROXANNE” roams again and the voice, though distorted, becomes clearer who it was. The coward.”

I shake it off. “I just can’t forgive him, mom. Not after he left, without saying goodbye. Not one care for us. No silly birthday card is going to change that.” “Roxie….” “Mom…” She hugs me tightly. And flashes of the night he left come rapidly. The scared ten year old girl. The careless cowardice man. “Daddy, please don’t go. Please.” He looks at me as if he didn’t hear me. “Daddy, please.” He’d bend down to kiss me on the cheek. “I’m doing this because I love you, Roxie Gracie.” He’d pick us his suitcase and then leave without saying a word.

Now, about to turn eighteen in a month, I growl at the memory. “It’s been almost eight years and I vowed to myself I would protect you and Dustin, something Dad couldn’t think of doing… I have to protect you guys… and Eddie…. Oh Eddie.” I feel chills thinking of my metal head. Thinking about what true happiness was. Being with him.

“You’re thinking of Eddie right now, aren’t you?” I nod trying to keep my worry in. “Yeah… I’m extremely worried about him.” “How so?” I look at her confused. “Have you been watching the news?” “I have, but I don’t believe Eddie is a killer. Some crook probably did it.” “Yeah, some crook named Vecna.” I think to myself.

“Thank you, mom.” I start, feeling uneasy but maybe it's nothing. “For what?” I hugged her again. “For understanding who Eddie truly is.” “Well, of course baby. That’s what mothers do. I even folded some clothes for you. They’re on your bed. Go pack some more and spend time with Eds.” She sounds a little too persuasive. “Thank you, mom.” I squeeze her tight. “I love you.” “I love you too.” She kisses my head and looks at me. “My beautiful ‘Roxie Gracie’.”

I stand up and grab my bag slowly as that runs through my head. Fear courses through my veins. “What did you just call me?” I look at her stunned with as much distance as I can. “My beautiful ‘Roxanne Grace’. Roxie, sweetheart. Are you alright?” Her face begins to morph in between Walter’s and hers as my fear grows more. “Yeah… I’m okay…” I go further into the hallway and enter my room, sliding my door shut. I smile lightly looking at the clothes, but also terrified of the imagery I keep seeing of Walter.

Why do I keep seeing him in everyone I see? Why now? Is it because of the lingering thoughts of him leaving? Wait, it’s been eight years since he left. That’s gotta be it. I dig for the walkie in my bag and call out for someone who could understand. “Nance, do you copy? It’s Roxie… I need your help.” I pleaded with her quietly, but there was no response. “Figures.” I scoff while I look at my clothes.

I see old scrapbooks of old photos I took in the past. Ones with Robin, the kids, Steve being a fucking idiot, the Hellfire Club and Nancy. I laugh at how ridiculous our Elf costumes were for our brothers. I spy Barb, looking ever so radiant. “I’m so sorry, Barb.” I say running my fingers along the Polaroid, when I hear the lock of my door activate. “MOM?” I panic as the atmosphere grows dark. I clutch the walkie as I go up to the door and begin to try to pry it open. “MOM!” I bang on it. “Why did you lock me in?” “I’m only protecting you, much like you’re protecting me!” “EDDIE DIDN’T MURDER ANYONE!” I yell. “Sorry, darling. I can’t let you out.” The atmosphere grows darker as I bang on it and continue my efforts. Her sweet, nurturing voice was replaced by a dark, ominous one. “Nancy….” I squeak quietly….. “Help…..”

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Banquet

Pairing: Husband! Jay X Wife Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞 (Minors DNI), established/ married AU!

Warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink (to the max), Oral (female receiving), fingering, slight lactation kink (very brief but if you’re sensitive, I advice you not to read any further), a lot of dirty talking about making babies, Jay using the term ‘wife’ to the reader, slight cockwarming. Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else

Summary: Celebrating special occasions with your husband was nearly impossible with your young son around, especially when the both of you craved for something more intimate. With the help of your mother, she opt to take care of your son, leaving you and Jay to take advantage of this rare moment.

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The sound of your phone closing echoed in the empty dining room, finding no trace of any new messages from your husband who had promised to come back home from work as early as he can. Today marks your wedding anniversary, preparing a banquet full of his favorite dishes to celebrate the special occasion.

You had left early from work to send your son to your mother who agreed to take care of him so that the couple could enjoy some quality time without their toddler fussing around. Don’t get it wrong, you love your son from the moon to the back but the last time you baked a birthday cake for Jay, your son took his time destroying it before the surprise party.

If it wasn’t for his chubby cheeks and buttercream frosting all over his face and body, you would have cried instead of laughing at the sight of the mess.

Your thoughts were interrupted with the sound of the front door opening, signalling that Jay was back. You shuffled hastily to greet him, beaminng at the entrance of the door as Jay took off his dress shoes.

“Welcome back.” You said, reciprocating the hug he initiated even though he was holding his briefcase and jacket on each hand.

“Hey, love. Happy anniversary.” He circles his arms around your waist, pulling you into a quick peck on the lips, smiling loopy as he holds you close to his body. You laugh, arms lock around his neck in an intimate manner.

“Happy anniversary to you too.” You grin at the way he sneaks another chaste kiss to your lips before losing his grip to stare at you.

“Sorry about coming home late,” He apologised, pushing some strains of hair that escaped your bun out of your face lovingly. “The others wouldn’t leave me alone to come home to my beautiful wife.” You chuckled while imagining Jake and Sunghoon constantly tailing him for business related affairs.

Yet, Jay doesn’t want to admit that without those two as his trusted right hand mens, he wouldn’t be able to flourish the company without his advisors beside him. You gave him a few pats in the chest before saying. “Now, now. As the boss, you have to set a good example to your employee if you want them to actually see you as the leader.”

“Oh? I thought I was the boss here? Why would I need to listen to you?” He raised his eyebrows in a playful manner.

“Because I’m your wife, and it goes without saying that I’m automatically your boss.” You poke his chest challengingly.

He gave you a mini salute. “Yes Madam, anything you say goes.” Laughter ensued in the room as you ushered him to come in, heading towards the dining table filled with an array of dishes you’ve prepared.

“I might have to heat up a few. They’ll taste better warm.” You said, distracted on washing your hand on the sink to handle the food when a pair of arms circle themselves around your waist from behind.

You immediately giggled when you felt his pair of lips pressed against the shell of your ears, hugging you from behind as you shiver from the contact. He moved to kiss you at the column of your nape when you turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You really can’t wait until the end of dinner, can you?” You taunt, staring at the way he was looking at your lips before smiling. His grip on your waist in a sensual manner as he leans close to your face to whisper— it almost gets your knee buckling at the proximity.

“I can’t help myself, can I? Not when my son is not here and I got his beautiful, sexy mommy all to myself.” He bit his lower lips, and you can’t help but let out a chuckle at his words.

“So you’re not gonna eat my food?” You ask. He shakes his head, watching you with hooded eyes.

“I'd rather eat you.”

He captures your lips without a second to spare; a content sigh emits from both of your lips as the constant aching feeling inside finally vanishes at the touch of each other’s lips. Jay’s soft lips move to devour your own, not like the ones he would usually display in your mundane life, but a sort of thirst or hunger in the way his tongue explores the roof of your mouth to suckling on your bottom lip.

“You don’t even understand the things I want to do to you.” He mumbled.

You moan and tighten your hold on his neck as he trailed down to kiss your jaw, leaving rough butterfly kisses on the sensitive skin before moving slowly to nibble on your neck. He pushes his body against yours, the edges of the marbled countertop digging at your lower back. The faint smell of his cologne alone could intoxicate you with electrifying pleasure but partnered with his dangerous lips and roaming hands on your sides, you can’t help but let him take the wheel.

“What is it you want to do to me?” You whispered, leaning back to let him leave hickeys on your neck with his love bites.

His fingers moved under your shirt and you let out a little gasp at the feeling. He chuckled at your cute reaction. “I rather let my body do the talking.”

His arms lifts you up to sit on the countertop before he adjusts himself to stand between your legs. You took this opportunity to loosen his tie while he proceeded to remove your shirt, diving in to attack the swell of your breast against your bra.

“Jongseong.” You whine, feeling his cold fingers on your back as he unclasps your bra from behind. He watches with a lustful gaze as your breast bounces out from their confinements.

“Beautiful.” He compliments, and you blush at the way he cups one pair to level it to his mouth, lips capturing the hardened nipple with a small suck. You cried out when he nibbled the area, licking and lapping at the sensitive tit while the other was occupied with his other hand, fingers delicately played with the neglected nipple to compensate for the lack of attention from his lips.

“Fuck, Jongseong.” You moaned. “Feels so good.” You close your eyes, feeling the pleasure stimulate the throbbing on your cunt as you lean back in your palms.

“If I suck hard enough, will your milk come out?” He asked while his mouth was still occupied with your nipple, his cheeky comment made you let out a shaky laugh.

“Not unless you want me pregnant again.” You said before choking on a whimper when his fingers discreetly moved under your skirt, rubbing at your clothed folds that were wet with your arousal. He pushes you down on your back, letting you rest on the marble surface before you look up to see him unbuckling his belt to relieve himself from the huge visible bulge of his hard cock against his pants.

“I think we can arrange that.” He commented.

He was roughly unbuttoning his white dress shirt, his fingers moving impatiently to rid of the fabric to display his lean body; melanin skin with toned arms and deep v-line bare for you to gaze. You swallow down the saliva coating at your throat, imaging the way his body would move against yours, the amount of brute force as he pounds into you that it was almost impossible to even imagine you not being pregnant after.

He almost chuckled at the way you squeeze your thighs together, grabbing your knees to pull them wide open for him to see the visible dark wet patch on your panties.

“Shit,” He cursed. “Are you that excited for me to fuck you? Can’t wait for my big cock to be in your pussy and fucking you dumb until my seeds make you pregnant with my babies? Yeah, you want that don’t you?”

You let out a breathy yes as he pulled your panties down until it dangled on one of your ankles before bunching your skirt. The sight of your folds wet with your own juices in full display for him like a meal had him groaning while messaging the flesh of your thighs. You bite back at the way he prompts one of your legs on the countertop, shivering at the sheer coldness that hits your core.

“Don’t worry, I'm gonna fill this tight hole with my seed and you’re gonna thank me for it like a good wife. But first—“ He leans down and you let out a loud gasp that echoes through the kitchen, feeling his tongue licking a stripe along your dripping slit. “—let me eat you out.”

You stuttered out multiple broken moans, pleads mixed together in between when starts going faster until he was burrowed deep into your cunt. With a hand gripping his hair while the other rested over your forehead, you see the concrete ceiling of the kitchen when you throw your head back when he attaches his lips around your clit.

“Please go faster.” You were sobbing at the sheer amount of pleasure as your husband eats you out without mercy, every flick of his tongue sends you over the edge until you feel the tight knot in your stomach.

“Fuck— Jongseong, I’m gonna cum.” You gasp.

As if his tongue wasn’t enough, Jay slid a finger in you before following it with another, stretching your hole and caressing your sensitive walls. You cried so loud when he slid his fingers in and out of you, accompanied with his tongue pressing on your clit in a slow agonizing motion that you came all over his mouth with your back arched and hips bucking ever so often.

His mouth welcomes your juices, cleaning the fluid off your folds as he rides you out of your orgasm.

“You’re right. The meal does taste good when it's warm.” He wipes the excess off his lips.

You tried to catch your breath, but when he handled your other leg on the countertop as well, you stared at him reaching into his pants to whip out his hard cock, pumping the length a few times with beads of precum leaking out of the head.

“You’re going to be beautiful carrying another baby for me, yeah?” He said, aligning the head with your hole. You let out a shaky breath as he descends into you between your legs, his cock filling you to the brim as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“So fucking round with my child. Breasts filled with milk for them. Showing everyone how good I’ve knocked you up with my cock. You like that don’t you? Showing them how bad you wanna carry my kids.” His mouth spouts every dirty word and you can’t help but reach out to hold onto his arms for support, his pelvic flush against yours.

You moan with every thrust of his hips, his grip on your sides were hard and tight that you were sure bruises would form the next morning. The loud wet sound of skin slapping echoed in the kitchen and this time, the both of you don’t have to worry about your son from ruining the moment and potentially scaring his life.

“Yes— God fucking yes. Put a baby in me, please.” You plead, watching as Jay’s eyes turn feral at your request. His fucking you roughly, your face twisted into the most lewd expression possible. The carnal lust was evident in the way the head of his cock japs at your g-spot over and over again, imagining it reaching close to your womb and painting it with his seeds.

“Fuck, take it. Take it like a good girl. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum and breed you like a good wife you are—“ He chokes a little, voice an octave lower as he groans loudly. “—fucking hell, you’re so tight.” He growls out while watching you squirm below him with your mouth agape. He feels you sucking him in, your walls spasms over his length that gets him throwing his head back with his eyes shut closed.

“I’m so close, fuck— I’m cumming.” You’re at the edge of losing your mind at the familiar tight feeling in your stomach, letting him rut you into oblivion even though it was starting to hurt with the way he keeps drilling into that sweet spot, making you see stars dancing along your vision. Your legs were shaking at every vicious movement of his hips, his balls slapping against your skin.

A few more slams of his hips and you came hard on his cock— ropes of his cum filled you in warm slow waves. At this point, Jay would usually fuck you through your orgasm but that would risk spilling the load and for some reason, it made the pleasure even more overwhelming at that thought of him trying to keep it in.

He didn’t show any intentions of pulling out, instead he helped you sit up on the countertop, clinging on to you with his face nozzle to the crooked of your neck. You wrap your hands around to feel his back, beads of sweat sticking to his skin under the tense muscles.

Only heavy breathing filled the silence but oddly enough, him being in you was completely relaxing. This is just you and him basking in the moment of clarity in each other’s embrace. Jay moved to stare at you, pushing back wild stray hairs out of your face.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He hummed sweetly.

You nodded your head with confidence. “Yeah. I have been thinking about it a lot and maybe adding another little one into the family is the right decision now. Are you okay with it?” You ask. He pecked you without hesitation, a big smile on his face was enough to tell you that he equally wanted this as well.

“You should call in sick for work tomorrow.” He said. You tilted your head in confusion.

“Why?”

You yelp in surprise when he lifts you up by the back of your thighs, making you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck for support. The movement caused you to be well aware of his cock still inside you, hard and aroused that gets your toes curling at the way his throbbing against your sensitive walls.

You feel him moving to the familiar direction of your bedroom, and you can't help but shiver when he whispers an octave lower against your ears, heart pumping in excitement.

“I don’t think you can walk properly once I’m sure you're stuffed full with my cum.”

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Loyalty’s | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Potter!Fem!Reader

Summary: Instead of Regulus obeying the Dark Lord his loyalty’s lie with his girlfriend and becomes a spy for the Order.

The house was quiet. That was rare, especially after Fleamont and Euphemia took in Sirius Black. James and Sirius were like brothers, always causing mischief inside the manor while the younger Potter kept to herself more. Y/n Potter was only a year younger than James but was just as loved. Sirius Black became her brother just as much as James was, along with the other two Marauders. Unbeknownst to her brother - brothers if you will - she had been dating someone since her fifth year.

Y/n was in her seventh year while James and Sirius had graduated. James had already married Lily, and the war was raging on. Y/n was home for winter break. The Potter residence was to its fullest capacity. Remus and Sirius staying in the guest bedrooms. Y/n staying in her bedroom. James and Lily in James’ room. Fleamont and Euphemia had their master bedroom as well. It was dark outside, and all the young adults were in bed when a knock echoed on the door.

Fleamont held his wand tightly in his right hand as he approached the door. Euphemia was present at St. Mungo's for the night, and Fleamont was waiting for her to return home, but she never knocked. Hesitantly he made his way to the door and flung it open. Instantly Fleamonts wand made its presence known on the male's neck. The male had wavy black hair, grey-blue eyes, and sharp features. Resembling Sirius Black almost perfectly. The man gulped at the wand placed pointed at his throat.

“Sirius! James!”

Footsteps, “Yes, Mr. Potter?”

“ What’s up, dad?”

Both young adults focused on the man at the door, “No….” Sirius whimpered.

“What are you doing here!” Sirius yelled in distress, “Security question, Sirius.” Fleamont scolded.

“Where was my favorite place to hide when we were kids?” Sirius questioned, “Under Uncle Alphard’s cherry blossom tree.” He replied.

Fleamont didn’t back down, “What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t come here to see Sirius.” The man stated, “I came to see Y/n.”

James and Fleamont tensed, “What do you want with my daughter?” Fleamonts voice was stern and rigid.

“I-“ He swallowed, “I need to speak with her, please.”

“Regulus… You don’t know what you’re doing.” Sirius commented, “Please, Mr. Potter.” Regulus begged.

“James-“ Fleamont ordered, and James stood tall, “Go get your sister.”

He didn’t need any further instruction and woke his sister up, bringing her downstairs. There Y/n saw her father's wand to his neck. Before throwing her arms around him, she needed a security question. The pleading look in Regulus’ eyes broke her heart to pieces, but a war was going on.

Y/n’s heart raced, and her palms felt sweaty, but this was a question only he’d genuinely know, “When- When did we start dating?”

“November 16, 1976.”

“Reggie!” Y/n whimpered, throwing her arms around him.

Regulus held her back with the same amount of pressure. Holding her tight to his chest and never wanting to let go. The smell of her shampoo resonated in his nose and the faint breathing from her nose rested on the crook of his neck—a feeling he never wanted to lose. The world seemed to have stopped at that moment. Christmas break had been hell for Regulus so far, but now he felt hopeful.

But people were watching, and James snatched Y/n back, “Dating?! Are you bloody crazy?!”

“James-“ Fleamont began but was hastily cut off, “No, dad! She’s insane! Regulus is one of them! He’s a bloody death eater!” James exclaimed.

Sirius snapped, “He’s still my brother, ya’ know. If he’s here, then he’s defying mother’s orders. Let him talk.”

“C’mon. Everyone in the kitchen.”

The table was relatively large. It could seat eight. Fleamont took his usual seat at the end of the table. James sat on his left and Sirius on James’ left. Regulus sat in front of James and Y/n in front of Sirius. Regulus couldn’t face his brother at the minute because Sirius’ proud eyes were going to turn into disappointment soon enough.

Regulus held Y/n’s right hand tightly, “Lift your sleeve.” Fleamont ordered.

The younger Black brother obeyed; there it was; on his left forearm, “So it’s true. You obey the Dark Lord.” Fleamont commented.

“Dad please-“ Y/n began.

“No.”

Heads turned, “No?”

“No. I bare the mark, but I don’t obey.” Regulus stated coldly, “My loyalty’s lie with Y/n. She’s told me about the order, and I want to be your spy.”

James ran his fingers through his hair, “You told him! Y/n!”

“James, come off it!” Y/n scoffed.

“You want to be a spy for the order?” Sirius repeated, and Regulus nodded, retaking Y/n’s hand, “Yes, but there’s something I need to tell you all. Something I’ve found out.”

They leaned in, intrigued, “The Dark Lord has horcruxs. He’s split his soul into multiple different parts. I know where one of them is.” Regulus informed.

“How did you find this out?” Sirius inclined, “I told you, my loyalty’s lie with my girlfriend - you know, the girl I plan to marry - I’m a spy. Not a pawn.” Regulus countered.

James coughed, “You are not marrying my sister.”

“I’m afraid that isn’t your call.” Y/n retorted, crossing her arms, “Cut it out both of you.” Fleamont scolded.

“We’ll have to come back to you on whether or not you can join. However, you can stay with Y/n in her bedroom for the time being.” Fleamont informed, and James gawked, “Absolutely not! Sirius and Regulus can share. I don’t want him near her.”

Fleamont turned his head slowly towards his son, “James Fleamont Potter-“ He began in a low tone making James stiffen, “Y/n and Regulus will share a room. If he is stupid enough to try something while in my house, then I’ll be damned.”

“Remus, Sirius, and you will only be a room away. Hopefully-“ Mr. Potter turned to Regulus, “He knows better than to try something.”

“With all due respect, sir, I’d never purposely put Y/n in any way of danger. That’s why she didn’t know about the horcruxs.” Regulus stated, and Fleamont looked pleased, “We’ll work on it. Now, all of you, back to bed.”

When the four of them reached the hallway upstairs, James grabbed Regulus' collar, “We need to have a talk.”

Without another word, Sirius, Regulus, and James stepped into Sirius’ bedroom, knowing Lily was asleep. Hopefully, Remus was too. Y/n gave an audible sigh and walked into her bedroom. She was slightly organizing it and grabbing clothes that she had stolen from Regulus back at Hogwarts. Thankfully she made out. Y/n had one of Regulus’ hoodies and pair of sweatpants. Twenty minutes later, Regulus walked into the room.

“Um- I- Here.” Y/n stuttered, handing him the clothes, and he quietly changed, “I’m sorry about James.”

“No need for you to be sorry, love.” Regulus replied as he slipped on the sweatpants, “I know he’s protective. I’ve also got the mark.”

Y/n stood up and embraced him tightly, “That mark doesn’t make you a monster.”

“It makes me feel like one.”

“I know, but-“ Y/n pulled away slightly, looking him in the eyes, “Did you mean what you said out there?”

“Mean what, my love?”

“That your loyalty’s lie with me?”

Regulus smiled, “Of course, I did.”

The following days went by quietly. Regulus wouldn’t speak about the confrontation with James, but Y/n didn’t mind. But she didn’t miss the glares James sent his way every time he’d get close. Strangely enough, Remus was the most protective over her. Euphemia had been hospitable in his stay, providing for him as she did Sirius. It wasn’t until Christmas Day when Regulus got the news.

They all sat together in the sitting room, “You’re approved.” Fleamont stated.

“Pardon?”

“You can be our spy. Dumbledore believes the information you’ve given us is worthy of trust.”

Sirius could’ve cried out of joy, “Oh, Reggie.”

Both boys hugged for the first time since they were kids. James smiled fondly at them. Happy for Sirius that he got his little brother back. The boys sat beside each other. Sirius had his usual Sirius-like smirk placed upon his face. The same smirk he had before he made a joke.

“Seems like all it took was the Potter charm.” Sirius nudged Regulus’ elbow, making him blush, “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, for letting him stay. It means a lot to me.”

“You know Mum, always taking in strays.” James teased, “James Potter!” Euphemia scolded with a bright grin.

Y/n shrugged, “He’s not wrong.”

“Y/n!”

“Sorry!”

“There’s an envelope under the tree for you, Regulus dear.” Euphemia commented before leaving into the kitchen, and Regulus stiffened, “It’s a present, not a howler.” Fleamont added, making him relax.

Regulus’ fingers reached for the green-colored envelope. Inside laid a paper in both James and Fleamonts handwriting. The paper inside made him gleeful. It was possible the best Christmas gift he could’ve ever received, and Regulus was a spoiled baby at the Black manor.

“You have my permission to marry my daughter.” -F.P

“Take care of my sister, or I’ll have your head!” -J.P

[milkiane]

LOVE LANGUAGE; jj maybank

summary: jj explores the different love languages for you.

warnings: profanities, could be a separate fic or a part two to banana split. requested by 🕺 anon. gif credits to @television

word count: 3493

the night jj introduced you to the pogues, an inevitable friendship blossomed between you and the tight-knit group. if there was something that you felt was missing in your life, it was this; friendship, adventures, and just living life to the fullest. it was a feeling that no amount of words could ever describe.

and if the pogues learned anything about you within the two weeks of knowing you, it was that you weren’t one for physical touch.

jj and the rest of the clan planned to throw a kegger tonight on your behalf. they claimed that it would serve as a welcoming party, but you knew that it was also an excuse to loosen up and relax.

as soon as you arrived at the beach, it was packed with kooks, pogues, and tourons alike. you made your way through the crowd, as you looked for your friends, occasionally smiling at the people who greeted you.

“y/n! you made it,” kiara grinned, easily catching the attention of the rest as she rushed towards you, pulling you into a hug.

your breath hitched in your throat but smiled back nevertheless, awkwardly patting her back. “‘course i did, wouldn’t wanna miss my first pogue party now, would i?”

“i still can’t believe this is the first time you’ve ever been to a kegger.” pope shook his head, taking a sip of his drink. “i mean, you’ve been living here for years and not even one party.”

“i’ve never really had a crowd,” you shrugged, sitting next to jj by the driftwood. “so going to parties wasn't really an option.”

“well, you’re here, and it’s your first kegger, so let's go get shitfaced!”

“before we get shitfaced,” kie interrupted jj as she pulled something out of her pocket. “we have to officially welcome you to our group.”

she grabbed your right hand and wrapped a red friendship bracelet around your wrist. a soft smile tugged on your lips as your heart warmed at the sentiment. each of them had one, you noticed.

“welcome to the pogues, y/n.”

the night was young, and it went on and on for a few more hours. it was full of dancing, laughing, and building memories.

you flopped down on the sand with an ecstatic sigh, and jj could practically feel the happiness radiating off of you as he eyed your tipsy state.

“you having fun?”

“tons.” you replied, gulping down the rest of your drink. “i don’t think i’ve ever felt so alive until now, and it’s just a party!”

“it’s the pogue life, baby.”

“you know, i’m so glad you helped me with the customer rush back then. if you didn’t, then i wouldn’t have met you and the pogues,” you spoke, fiddling with the bracelet on your wrist. “no one’s ever really done anything like this for me.”

jj looked at you with adoration swirling around his eyes. he couldn’t believe no one’s ever done even the bare minimum for you. he believes that you deserve the world… the universe, even.

the shudder you released when a relatively chilly wind passed by caught his eye. “you cold?”

“kinda, yeah.”

he scooted more towards you, wrapping a friendly arm around your shoulder to give you some warmth, but the way you tensed up and awkwardly stilled in his hug was hard to miss.

“i- uh, sorry, are you not-?” he slowly pulled away from you.

“no, no- it’s just- i’m not used to… touching.” you smiled sheepishly.

jj was about to say something when sarah abruptly grabbed your hands and pulled you towards the dance floor, offering an apologetic smile to the blonde boy as you left him to his own sources.

he watched you from afar, as he did before, the only difference now was that he had you. just… not in the way he wanted, at least not yet.

he smiled softly as your face lit up at the next song, your laughter echoing through the place. jj knew that he wanted to make you happy all the time.

with the help of pope, he, therefore, came up with a plan that he deemed was foolproof.

DAY 01: WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

daybreak has already risen, the softest hues of color from the rising sun was enough to make anyone fall in love with the idea of living in this bitter world.

you weren’t sure if it was enough for you.

jj asked you to join him on his daily surfing rendezvous, forcing you out of the comfort of your own bed to join him in something that you know nothing about.

you watched from your beach towel as jj surfed the morning waves, his skill in surfing never failed to amaze you.

you never understood the intricacy of the sport. it confused you beyond belief. you tried surfing a few times when you were younger, but after a whole ton of wipeouts, you swore that you wouldn’t get on another ‘til the distant future.

you wouldn’t have guessed that that distant future would be now because as jj surfaced from the shore, he took notice of your confused and grumpy face.

“do you wanna surf?”

“i’d rather not, i never really knew how to.”

“you mean you’ve been living on a wholeass island and you never learned how to surf?“ he asked in disbelief.

“nope.”

“well, get up because i’m gonna teach you how to.” he concluded, making his way towards the small shack to grab a board to rent.

“jj, i don’t really-“

“my word is final.”

“jj, i can’t- what if i fall again?”

“then don’t fall. we need some positive energy ‘round here, y’know?”

you grumbled underneath your breath, slowly standing up with wobbly legs as you eyed the wave coming towards the both of you.

“that’s it, just bend your knees a bit and try to balance-“

though before you could do what jj is telling you, the surge of the wave was a bit stronger than you anticipated, effectively wiping you off of your board.

you surfaced on board, spluttering the water you inhaled as the sound of jj’s laughter entered your ears. “you asshole! it’s not funny!”

“hey!” jj snorted, thinking that this was the perfect time to put his plan to use, he replied, “at least you stood up for five seconds this time, i’m so proud of you!”

“douchebag!” you yelled, paddling yourself towards the shore as you’ve had enough with the little lesson. you swallowed too much saltwater, you decided.

jj felt accomplished as he could finally check item number one off the list. it wasn’t a complete failure nor a complete success, but he has yet to explore the other languages so he isn’t giving up that easily.

DAY 02: ACTS OF SERVICE

buzz…. buzz…. buzz….

jj groaned in annoyance as his phone started to buzz on behalf of his alarm. he buried his face deeper into the couch’s pillow, trying to block out the noise before giving up and turning it off.

he turned on his back, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes as he winced at the brightness of the sun rays seeping into the window. if it wasn’t for his intention to continue his plan, he would’ve dozed off once more.

he forced himself to get up, stretching as he dragged himself towards john b’s kitchen.

it was your first time sleeping over at the chateau. your parents went on a vacation in honor of their 16th wedding anniversary, and you didn’t want to be alone so jj offered the guest room to you.

he cleaned, he organized, and he even changed the sheets — which he never did and never learned how to do.

and this morning, he woke up extra early to make you some breakfast. he made the simplest yet special meals he could do, determined to wake you up with a good start.

john b slowly awoke from his slumber as he heard the faint clattering of the dishes and the smell of food. he sluggishly got up and got out of his room to steal a bite from whoever’s cooking.

the sight surprised him as he eyed jj’s bare back, his dusty apron the only thing covering his chest as he sloppily flipped the pancake.

he shrugged, reaching out to grab a strip of bacon from a plate when his hand suddenly got slapped away by his best friend.

“ow!”

“make your own food,”

jj glared at him as john b grumbled, clutching his hand. he returned his gaze to the meal, plating everything together, making sure it was perfect enough before giving it to you.

once he deemed it impeccable, he made his way towards the guest room, but just as he was about to turn the doorknob, john b’s sneaky hand managed to grab a slightly burnt pancake.

jj opened his mouth to scold the boy but he was already back in his bedroom, so he opted for a childish middle finger before heading into the guest room.

he quietly crept in, shutting the door with his foot before carefully sitting next to your sleeping body, placing the tray on top of the bedside table.

he let himself admire your peaceful state. you were sleeping on your stomach, your cheeks squished against the pillow as your hair was all over the place.

you weren’t even decent at the moment, jj could practically hear you say, but he doesn’t care. he wouldn’t mind waking up to this every morning. you’re beautiful.

he smiled softly, letting his hand move the hair away from your face. “y/n…”

your face scrunched up at the slight disturbance, causing you to mutter in your sleep. “no, pope, i don’t wanna be a clown.”

jj snorted, poking you on the cheek as he tried to wake you up. “y/n-“

“IT WAS POPE WHO STOLE YOUR WEED- i, what?” you immediately sat up on the bed, startled at the sudden prod on your face.

jj blinked. “what…?”

“what?” you laughed awkwardly, your yawn getting stuck in your throat as you tried to make yourself as presentable as possible. “anyway, what are you doing here?”

“i, uh- made you brea-“ he paused. “wait, did you just say something about po- POPE TOOK MY WEED?”

“what? no, i don’t know what you’re talking about…” you cleared your throat. “did you say something about breakfast?”

and with that, jj momentarily forgot about his stolen weed and grabbed the tray from beside him. “as a matter of fact, i did. i didn’t know what you wanted so i tried to cook a bit of everything.”

“you cooked it?”

“mhm,”

“everything?”

“everything.”

“right,” you paused, playfully scrutinizing him. “and it’s safe to eat?”

“yeah, john b stole a pancake and he’s still alive, so.”

“are we sure…? JOHN B?”

“WHAT?”

“okay, i guess you’re right, thanks, j.” you smiled, scooting over to give him some more space.

“WHAT?”

“kinda wounded that you think i’d feed you something inedible,” jj pouted, placing a hand over his heart in mock-hurt.

“WHAT?”

“well, pope said you ate moldy bread once, so i’m not so sure what your standards for ‘inedible’ is.”

“i-“

“WHAT?” john b bursted into the room with an annoyed face. “i’ve been- oh, it’s the breakfast jj made and didn’t want to share.”

he shot him a pointed glare before turning his attention back to you. “it was surprisingly good… do you mind if i take another pancake?”

“knock yourself out, booker.”

jj dramatically huffed and crossed his arms,

john b smiled and quickly snatched a pancake off of the tray, pointing at a couple of strawberries next to it. “can i?”

“have at it,”

“thanks, y/n!” he yelled out as he left the room, leaving you and jj alone.

you turned towards jj, who huffed at you and crossed his arms as he looked away.  “oh, c’mon, don’t be like that,”

“i made that for you, though, not for him.”

you smiled. “and i appreciate that very much,” you held out one of the leftover strawberries to him. “but, sharing is caring, remember?”

jj pouted, reluctantly accepting the strawberry.  “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

DAY 03: RECEIVING GIFTS

you sat on the bench situated outside the waffle cone, arms wrapped around you as you tried to keep yourself warm.

your shift was over fifteen minutes ago, and you were waiting for jj to walk with you as he always did, but the blonde boy was nowhere near the radius of the shop.

you were about to shoot him a text to ask him where he was when you heard the familiar dulcet tones of his voice.

“hey! sorry, got caught up with something,”

you waved him off coolly, meeting him halfway to begin the trek to your house.

a casual conversation was filling in any spots for awkward silence, the topic varying from the most random things anyone could come up with.

it was when a particularly huge gush of wind swooped past you when you paused your conversation to shudder.

“you cold?”

“kinda, yeah,” you would have gotten the familiar case of deja vu, but instead of jj attempting to wrap his arm around you, he shuffled for something in his bag.

“here, this is for you,”

it was a blanket with little ice creams on it.

“i know how you don’t like physical touch, so i bought you a blanket — and look! there’s mini ice creams on it.” he grinned proudly, unfolding it and wrapping it around your shoulders. “better?”

“not quite,” you answered, sticking your arm out to also wrap him in the blanket. when he got your memo, he moved beside you and let you wrap it on his shoulder as well, sharing the blanket as you continued your walk back home.

“much better.”

DAY 04: QUALITY TIME

the flashing lights of the big screen snapped you out in the reveries. you nearly forgot that you were in the cinema. the trailers were still playing as jj insisted on buying the snacks.

he asked you earlier if you wanted to go to the movies, claiming that they were having reruns of your favorite chick-flicks at the cinema.

since you had nothing better to do, and you wanted to spend more time with him, you accepted his offer.

“sorry, sorry… excuse me… just, yeah, thanks.”

you watched amusedly as jj tried to push past the people seated a few seats away from you.

“hey,” he let out a relieved sigh as he finally sat down beside you.

“hey, what took you so long?”

“uhh,”

“anything else, sir?” the teen over at the counter drawled.

jj hummed as he scanned over the candy shelf in front of him, his hand reaching forward to grab the last packet of candies he knew you loved, although as he did, another small, chubby hand also reached forward.

the two of them stared at each other for a good three seconds before jj snatched the packet.

“i found it first!”

“well, i snatched it first.”

“but you’re- wait a minute…” the kid paused, eyes squinted and scanning over jj’s figure. “i know you!”

jj furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “you do?”

“yeah! you were too slow with my ice cream,” he huffed, crossing his arms in annoyance. “and now you’re taking the last candy!”

“because you were the one who’s too slow now!” jj laughed, angering the kid more.

the teen over by the counter sighed as he watched the two bicker over the last pack of candy, not being able to tell them that there were more in the storage room after being cut off by their little squabble. “i don’t get paid enough for this.”

“i- well, you- agh! mom!” he called out for his mother as he ran out of creative insults to splutter.

jj momentarily had a victorious smirk on his face but it dropped as soon as he watched the kid’s mother walk over towards them. his eyes widened in panic as he hurriedly grabbed his wallet and paid for the candy.

as soon as the baggy was handed to him, he poked his tongue out at the kid and rushed towards the cinema room.

“i bumped into an old friend,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“okay,” you muttered. you blindly patted around your sweater for the pack of candies that was taped in the inner part of the jumper. “here, i snuck these in for you.”

jj gawked at you, then at the candies, then back at you.

“what?”

“you mean i could’ve just snuck these in without having to pay a ridiculous amount for it?” he raised the packet that he fought life and death for.

“i am actually genuinely surprised that you didn’t.” you mused, exchanging the candies and sat back as the movie started to play.

it took everything in jj not to put an arm around your shoulder as you slowly got indulged in the movie. it made him jittery as the urge to hold you got bigger.

he shook off the feeling and let himself get lost in the film. he mindlessly dipped his hand in the popcorn bucket and immediately snapped his gaze towards you as your hands touched.

his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and he was incredibly thankful at the darkness of the room, making it difficult for you to see his flustered state.

if jj thought that he’d have a hard time keeping himself together around you, he was wrong because it was taking everything in him to just keep his focus on the movie.

you glanced at jj and his weird movements, taking a mental note to ask him about it later after the movie.

“hey, are you okay?” you asked jj as the two of you got out of the cinema room, eyes adjusting at the sudden brightness.

“what do you mean? of course i am,”

“oh, nothing, you seemed a bit off a while ago…”

“i…” should he tell you? would it even matter? the thoughts nagging him were slowly making him go insane. he had to tell you.

“i, uh, i like you, and i know that might be a shock, or y’know maybe not, cause i had this whole thing planned out about love languages and whatnot cause i know physical touch isn’t yours, and, i had to ask pope for some help, and i know it might seem sudden, or out of the blue, and it’s a long shot that you’d ever, ever even look at me like that cause i mean, you’re you and i’m me and it would make no sense for a girl like you to- oomf.”

it took a second for jj’s shock to die down. it also took him two seconds that you pulled him by his shirt to kiss him.

you’re kissing him right now.

he let his eyes flutter shut as he returned the gesture, pulling you impossibly closer as he basked in the feeling to be kissed by you.

as you pulled away to catch your breath, jj chased your lips for another sweet peck. you laughed breathlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck for a hug, his own arms automatically snaking around your waist.

“oh, so i get a hug and a kiss? wow, i am winning today.” jj grinned.

“oh, shut up,” you snorted, squishing his face with your hands. “though, i think i’m the one who’s been winning all along with that charming plan of yours.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” you scrunch your nose up. you leaned in for a quick kiss before pulling away from him completely. “i have to go to the bathroom for a sec,”

“m’kay,” jj smiled at you as you walked backwards, a smile similar to his was etched on your lips.

when he was sure you were out of sight, he celebrated silently, fist pumping the air as he whisper-shouted ‘yes!’.

unknown to him, you were doing the same thing in the bathroom. you went into the first stall you saw and did your own silent celebration.

once you were finished, you composed yourself and went out, amused to see jj doing a happy dance.

you stifled a laugh as you brushed your shoulders past his, looking back at him as he froze on his spot, mortified that you caught him.

“you coming, or…?”

“ah- yes, yes.” he snapped out of his trance, catching up with your pace.

you grinned at him and let yourself intertwine your hand in his, swinging it as you walked back home.

jj looked down at it and smiled softly at the gesture, before looking back at you. “you know, you never told me if you liked me back, too.”

“oh so the kiss, the hug, and the hand holding didn’t establish that yet?”

“hmm… i don’t know, maybe another kiss would do though.”

“dork.”

“‘m your dork, though,”

“gross, jj… but also true.”