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sillystargirll · 1 year ago

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Mommy's good boy

(a mini-sequel to Mommy's milk )

cw: mommy kink, sub konig, tit play, praise kink, oral, very smutty

After that little encounter between you and König finding out he is turned on by lactating from your tits along with a mommy kink, He's been more on edge lately to do it again which today was his lucky day. since he would be coming home from overseas from a mission.

You had sent your child over to your parent's house for a couple days since they really wanted the chance to see their grandbaby and spoil them, your mother had given you a smirk knowing why you wanted to drop off the kid with her and you were just straight up honest, you wanted to spend time with König for a couple of days. your mom said nothing and kissed your cheek making sure you had fun with him.

So here you were it was past 2am nothing out of the ordinary since he always came back late. Soon hours passed as it slowly rolled to 4am You had texted König but he wasn't answering, it was probably due to no service over there you didn't blame him. After all, you guys had a week together without a screaming baby interrupting both of you. you got up from the couch making your way to bed you removed your robe placing it on a chair close to the vanity. climbing onto the bed you pulled the sheets over your body slowly drifting away to sleep.

Half an hour later König walks through the door, turning on the lights of the living room he sets his belongings down carefully making sure he doesn't wake you or his kid up. walking to the kitchen König sees saw the large plate of food wrapped in plastic wrap to protect it and one light on in the kitchen. You always made sure that König had a plate of food waiting for him to come home at a decent time. He heated up what he needed and shoveled all of it in his mouth as quietly as he could.

He could feel his chest rumbling from the moaning. After feeding his stomach, he took a shower, allowing the dirt and grime, dirt, and blood from his body. When he stepped out of the shower, he patched up the minor cuts and scrapes he got throughout his mission.

Quickly going on to check his child the crib was empty, panic set in he quickly and quietly dashed to your shared room with him, finding you asleep he sighed in relief as he saw you there but was still confused about why his kid is not there, sure only you would hold these answers.

he pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt along with removing his mask to sleep in before heading to bed. He smiled at you sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in all the covers from the stomach down. you were in a tank top, exposing your beautiful skin. Konig crawled into bed and stared at you for a while. His eyes trailed from the top of your body down to her hip which was covered. He placed a small kiss on your forehead before his attention was drawn to the necklace around their neck. It was of a Heart with its initials on the belly of the heart.

It was small enough not to worry him too much when she fell asleep with it on. Then his eyes trailed more to your breast. It was slightly cold in the room, making your nipples peek through the fabric of the tank top. For some reason, tonight, his mind became fuzzy with the stress of everything. His one goal was to wrap his lips around the nipple to softly suckle until his mind went blank. Keeping his eyes on your face to make sure you were still fast asleep.

All of today's dark, echoing thoughts vanish in the background and allow his mind to suckle on your breast mindlessly. His eyes focused on her breathing, watching for any signs and movement, and he cuddled close to her head, his head under her chin. All you did to move was wrap an arm around him, still sleeping.

“This is wrong. This is bad, like really bad she is going to hate you !” his mind screamed.

He wrapped his arm around your, pressing his body as close to you as possible. you still didn’t move. Using the tip of his finger, he grazed the top of the tank top, carefully pulling it down far enough to reveal your nipple. your skin was soft under his touch, your breast large and filled with milk enough for him to cup with both hands comfortable with still spillage between his fingers. It looked so comforting yet arousing, but his lack of erection signaled it to move.

Slowly he wrapped his lips around the nipple, not moving. When he felt your body stiffen in his arms, he tried to pull away. But your hand cupped the back of his head, keeping him in place. your breathing was not heavy, just slow and calm.

He took a tiny suck, waiting for her reaction, but none came. His eyes looked for your facial response, but it was still as peaceful. König began to suckle, not daring to move his hands, his eyes trained on your reaction, but still nothing. When he felt comfortable, he moved his arm to pull the blanket around your body, covering his shoulders and suckling until he fell asleep. For the first time in a few weeks, he slept with no nightmares.

roughly a couple of minutes after Konig fell asleep you woke up. There was a sharp tug on your nipple that jarred you fully awake. Not moving, out of fear of making whatever is sucking on her upset, you kept your hands where they were. you looked down to see Konig’s mouth around your nipple, sleeping peacefully. He still suckled in his sleep, but it wasn’t in a sexual way.

When König wanted to arouse you sexually, he would suckle on her neck, leaving hickeys, and his hands would trail to her core. This time was different. The suckling was soft, and your skin was tickled by his peaceful breathing.

He looked cute as you moved to stroke his head softly. You felt no desire to remove him from your breast. Your hand stroked his hair, watching for a moment as he rested before she too felt tired again. With one kiss on your forehead, you fell asleep as you were nursing your Husband.

Neither of you would wake up until noon. The haze of König was gone when he woke up. He blinked, surprised to see your breast instead of your hair or pillow, his mouth busy with the hardened nipple in his mouth. He pulled away slowly, nervous about what he had done while you began to wake up. König tucked your breast back into your tank top, praying that she would fall asleep, but his wrist was caught. your eyes blinked at him, watching his eyes build up with anxious tears, causing you to sit up and take his face in your hands.

"König its okay just breathe."

He shook his head, nearly shrinking into himself as he began to mumble out an apology.

“Konig, I’m not angry. I want you to look at me.”

Konig looked up, struggling to fight back his tears as he sniffled softly.

“Thank you” you kissed his forehead. “Let’s just talk about what happened and then take it from there.”

“Okay,” he reached himself forward while hugging her tightly.

You both sat there, cuddled close together before any of you began to talk. He spoke of how shitty the mission was and how he just wanted to feel protected for once—seeing your nipples poking made him want nothing more but to be lost in your chest. He apologized for touching your without permission and swore never to do it again.

you shook your head and kissed his forehead, saying you didn't mind. König always loved the fact you were to nurse him even though you already had a kid which was a lot to tend to but you always made time for him. and now it was his turn to be taken care of. She can remember the first time. When they began to make love during their honeymoon, it was an experience.

They both had highly long stairs, going for roughly four rounds until you were both exhausted. you both were also animistic in a way. Groans and moans and aggressive skin slapping filled the room as it shifted from lovemaking to fucking. In the first round, they worship each other, König more than you. He was between your legs, overwhelmed by the scent of her core, but he kept his eyes locked on hers.

“Ask me,” you ordered softly, already knowing what he was thinking of.

“Please let me lick you m….”

“Say it,” she said, reaching her hand down to stroke his bottom lip.

“Please let me lick your pussy, Mommy, please,” Konig begged as he caught your thumb in his mouth, sucking slowly.

“Lick mommy’s pussy, baby,” she moved her hand behind his head, pushing him at her core.

Praise fell from your mouth, encouraging his mouth to work overtime, forcing you to climax. He spelled both of their full names with his tongue, barely able to finish his last name before you came into his mouth. He swallowed every drop, encouraged by your head pets.

“That’s it, baby, don’t waste a drop.” you panted as he moved to push your legs back.

The air tickles your wet folds causing you to laugh and soon turn to moan as his heavy tongue lap you up. Konig could never answer how little it turned him on to have himself sucked off, but each time you attempted, he would whimper and tell her no that he just wanted to focus on pleasuring you. When he pulled up to look at you, his lips were puffy and dripping with spit and your juices. He lapped his tongue over his lips and moved forward to nuzzle his nose against yours.

"B-better... then last time m-mommy"

“So much better, baby boy. You are such a good boy,” the kisses sloppily, both of yours arms wrapped around each other.

Soon Konig was on top of her, slipping on the condom and squirting lube on his cock. you pumped him slowly, spreading it while you moved to bite his lip. When he pierced your body, you both screamed in each other's mouths in pleasure, tangled in each other as König thrust inside you. His thumb stayed on your clit, rubbing small slow circles as he began to pick up his thrusting. you moaned and screamed as he thrust inside of you, blabbing about how he was a good boy for you.

“Oh fuck Koni….your such a good boy….your mommy's good boy,” then he snapped.

He buried his face in your neck, moving his hands to clutch your thighs as he snapped deeper inside of you. He moves his knees up, keeping your legs high enough to pound you as he moved one hand to cover your screaming mouth, not needing another noise complaint.

“Fuck !” he growled in your neck repeatedly while pounding into you.

After the last three strokes, he came inside the condom, pushing himself balls deep inside of you. He panted shakily, his voice whispering Mommy until he emptied all of himself. He trusted himself a few more times, not caring for his sensitivity, wanting to wring out your orgasm. you came, shakily gripping his hair to pull him back to kiss him.

“Fuck Konig fuck that felt good,” you giggled while kissing his face.

His eyes were hazed over again, this time out of exhaustion, before nuzzling into her neck. you kissed his forehead, waiting for him to release his tight grip on your waist. When the shaky panting stopped, he pulled away and curled onto his side. He slipped the condom off, carefully tying it off before tossing it in the trash can beside the bed. He rolled over, looking at you, reaching for you with a soft whimper.

“Cuddle me,” he whispered, his voice turning softer.

“You wanna cuddle?” you said, mirroring his tone with a smile.

“Yeah,” he nodded, his eyes big with want.

Wrapped your arms around him, you carefully pulled him to his chest, his lip wrapped around your nipple, and suckled until his breathing slowed. When the both of you calmed down, neither moved to remove away and clean up.

“Mommy missed you baby,” you said, playing with his hair.

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guardarecheluna · 9 months ago

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I know you’d never leave me behind, but i am lost this time.

Words: 5K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst (Arguments, miscommunication, anxiety.)

Summary: Harry has never been an anxious person before having his daughter. And bursting through the baby bubble, leaving the safety of home behind was more difficult than expected; way more difficult than expected.

“She’s just over a week old, and you’re insane if you think we’re taking her to see my family. She could get really sick, so tell me, what is it that you don’t understand?”

Harry’s harsh tone was resonating in Y/N’s system as she looked up at him from her place on the sofa. Harry was holding their newborn in his strong arms, her little head perfectly supported in the crook of his arm. And even with his frustration spilling out on Y/N, he was gently swinging side to side, to keep little Elida calm and happy. Y/N swallowed harshly and bit her tongue, not wanting to upset him further or wake up their sleepy baby.

Anne had been terrorising the new family with calls every day since the birth of Elida. She didn’t mean no harm, they knew, but she had been asking to come meet her grandbaby. However, Harry and Y/N were in agreement that they wanted the first week on their own, no visitors unless wanted, just to get settled into being a new family and spend time in the baby bubble. It had now been over a week, and without thinking much about it, Y/N had agreed to travel up to see Anne, from London, without talking to Harry first. She figured it would be fine, they had only discussed a week, Y/N had been feeling better and better since the birth, and Elida was getting used to her life out of the sac nicely. Y/N was also desperate to get out of the house at this point, to see another face, and show off the new family member. Y/N just didn’t expect hell to break loose when she mentioned it to Harry.

“I can’t believe you’re not thinking about Elida, she’s so little, and they’re going to be all over her with their germs. It’s our baby, they can wait for a few more weeks.” Harry continued on, Y/N have barely stuttered a word in response to his words. She had no idea that agreeing to come see Anne the next day would cause such a stir in him.

“Harry, settle down, please, let’s just talk.” Y/N tried carefully, with a gentle tone. She knew that Harry’s baby anxiety had been hitting him hard. Although they both expected to feel some anxiety around their new life as parents, Harry’s been off the charts in the past few days. He looked livid, dark circles under his eyes and some spit up on his ripped Pink Floyd t-shirt.

“No, I will not back down on this, because you obviously don’t understand.” He said, now pacing around between the sofa and their living room windows. That was the final straw for Y/N. She had been understanding, gentle, and comforting with him although she was also feeling all of these new feelings surrounding their baby, plus she had just given birth. She was tired, and she was sore. Y/N stood up with a blank expression, facing him. “I would think very carefully of how you speak to me, don’t act like I’m clueless. Talk to me about what you’re feeling instead of speaking in code. Cause I’m not buying it, I will not allow you to talk to me like that.” She said harshly, a wrinkle between her brows and eyes glazing over. Harry’s face softened for a moment, before hardening up again. “I’m going to have a shower, and you’re going to call your mother and tell her we’re not coming.” Y/N continued, walking towards the stairs, in direction of their bathroom.

She honestly couldn’t tell if she was sad or angry; if she was hurt or offended. But she got in the shower anyway, trying to think of anything, anything but Harry being that angry with her. She just wished that she knew what was going on in Harry’s head.

Harry could feel the anxiety rising in his chest. A nauseous, tight feeling climing up his throat. He knew he messed up the second he saw her eyes become teary. He wasn’t really angry, not at all, and especially not with Y/N. He needed her more than ever, and she, him. However, with all these new feelings, and trying to take care of Elida; constant nappy changes, tummy massages, lullabies and changing of clothes, - he felt himself slipping. All the anxiety he was feeling just came out as anger, and Y/N shouldn’t have to take the heat of it.

The thing is, he is constantly worried for Elida. Has she gotten enough milk? Is she comfortable? Too hot? Too cold? Is her tummy aching? Is she breathing alright?

Harry had spent most of Y/N’s pregnancy on family forums and reading parenting books, trying to learn anything and everything. At the end, it all got too overwhelming, hearing scary stories from other parents of what not to do, and in result, he could barely put Elida down in another room without his head spinning with anxiety.

It was hard. Harry had experienced his fair share of anxiety earlier in his life, but never like what he was feeling right now, having another little soul to love and protect.

Immediately when Y/N had left for her shower, it was like he snapped out of the haze, and all came crashing down. He really needed to talk to her before he completely fell apart.

Harry went after Y/N, up the stairs as he heard her turn the shower on. Elida was sleeping heavy in his arms and against his own will and father-instinct he gently put her down in her little bed-side crib on Y/N’s side of the bed. He brought the monitor next to her and took his phone out so he could keep an eye on her, and went after Y/N. He would be just 6 metres away from her, and keeping an eye on her constantly. It would be okay, he told himself as he put the phone monitor next to the sink and started to strip out of his clothing. Y/N barely glanced at him when he got in, not saying a word. The ball was in his court, he was the asshole this time around, she figured. “I’m sorry, pet, I shouldn’t have taken that tone with you.” Harry tried, as he came up behind her, placing his calloused, shaky hands on her hips. “No, you shouldn’t have.” She replied quietly. It wasn’t that she was trying to act pissed, it was just that she wanted him to take action. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, about how it’s been the past week, it’s been hard, and I know I haven’t made it easier for you.” Harry continued, gently leaning his forehead to the back of her head. That struck an icy pain through Y/N’s heart. He had made it so much better, and she let him know. “Hey,” Y/N said as she turned around in his embrace. “You have been making it easier for all of us, I know it’s a hard transition, I just…I just want to know what’s going on with you, because you haven’t been yourself lately and it’s worrying me. All I’m asking is that you tell me how you’re doing.” Y/N raised both her arms, and put her hands in Harry’s curls, massaging the back of his head under the hot stream of water. Harry let out a big sigh, trying to relax. “I’ve just, I’ve been so anxious, all the time. I’m worried about her all the time and it’s eating me alive. And you’re the best mama, I’m never worried about her when she’s with you, it’s not that at all, it’s just that I can’t seem to stop worrying. She’s so tiny, and it scares me how far I’d go to know that she’s okay.” He let out, not looking in her eyes, almost like he was ashamed of admitting it. “You know what that tells me?” Y/N then said, and now Harry’s eyes met hers, curious, like a child about what she was going to say next. He shook his head quietly, nudging her to go on. “That you’re the best daddy out there. It’s your job to worry about her, yes, but we can’t possibly do everything. She’s safe with you, she’s safe with us, and we will know what’s best for her. I just think you need to go easy on yourself, tell me how you’re feeling, and we’ll figure it out. We’re a team, and I’m not going anywhere.” Y/N said to him, slowly and with intent, to really make sure that her words got to him.

“Y-Yeah.” Harry replied. “I’m sorry, it’s just overwhelming. I know it’ll get better soon, but she’s just so little I don’t know how-“He interrupted himself, sobs crawling up his throat, his head landing on Y/N’s shoulder. He felt completely vulnerable and safe with her. And for a moment, he thought that he wouldn’t want to do this with another person on the planet.

A few hours later in the day, Y/N got some energy back in her system. The days felt all jumbled together, and the parents could barely tell day from night between the constant cycle of changing Elida, feeding her, naps and keeping her somewhat entertained in her awake window.

Y/N decided that she was going to do some baking, maybe some bread to bring to Anne’s the next day. Harry was laying flat on the couch, having some skin to skin with Elida as she was drooling on his chest, producing those sweet baby noises that Harry loved. He could look at Elida for days, just in awe of what him and the love of his life had created together. She was perfect. Harry could almost feel himself dose off on the sofa, to the soft sound of Y/N’s music coming from the kitchen. He was sure he was in heaven right now.

“Tesoro?” Y/N called to him from the kitchen with a gentle voice, snapping him out of his daydream. “Yes, m’love?” He replied, not letting his gaze drift from Elidas little face. “Do you think your mom would prefer focaccia or baguettes?” Harry’s blood turned cold at the reminder of them going to see his family. They hadn’t really talked about the fact if they were going or not, just why he was feeling the way that he was. The issue now is that he still didn’t want to go, his intuition still telling him that it was too soon. He knows he couldn’t turn to anger like he did last time, so he had to try and be more diplomatic, even though all he wanted was to hide Elida away for another month at least.

“Darling, like i said earlier, I’m not sure we should, can’t we just wait like another week? I feel like it’s all wrong exposing her to new people this early.” Harry said, craning his neck to see Y/N stood leaning against the doorpost to the kitchen. Her face unreadable, straight, as she calmly said, “Call your mom.” Before pushing of the doorframe and continuing her mission in the kitchen. Harry sighed, what was he even supposed to say his own mom whom he didn’t want to see right now? Harry got up from the sofa, stepping into their bedroom and putting the awake Elida on the bed in front of him, pulling his phone out to call his mother.

Let’s just say that Anne put some sense into him. He told her about how hard it had been, how the new parent anxiety was eating him alive, and she understood, of course she did. He should’ve called her earlier. They had come to a compromise that it was just going to be Anne and Gemma, no other friends or family, and that if the new parents didn’t feel comfortable yet, Gemma and Anne would have to be satisfied with just admiring new addition to the family from afar, not yet holding her. That felt okay for Harry, that meant that he and Y/N still had some control over the situation. Harry gulped, once again picking up Elida. “C’mere my little love.” He whispered happily to her, putting her in a sling on his chest. Wrapping her up safely, making sure to tie an extra knot so that she would stay put. Elida let out a big yawn as she settled against Harry’s warm, safe chest. Harry’s lips just about reaching her soft head if he leaned down slightly. Harry felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest after the conversation with Anne. Harry took a deep breath as he ascended the stairs down to their kitchen, hand spreading over Elidas small back to keep him grounded. Y/N turned around and looked at him with expectation in her eyes, a slight, gentle smile on her face. “I talked to mum, we came to a compromise, so…” Harry breathed out. “It’ll be okay, yeah? I’m sorry I’ve been stressing about everything; I feel like I’m going insane sometimes.” He continues. Y/N walked up to Harry, sandwiching Elida between them. Y/N leaned down to out a kiss on Elidas head, and then one on Harry’s lips. “You’re not insane. You’re a good father, I told you earlier. I’m convinced it’ll be okay. What did your mum say?” Y/N reassured him, taking his hand and pulling him over to their dining table to sit down.

Being parent to a newborn is never easy, and nobody has ever claimed it to be. Harry, however, was a natural. And it may have something to do with all those books and forums he consumed during Y/N’s pregnancy, but some things seemed to just come naturally to him, while Y/N sometimes stood on the sidelines, not sure what to do. Harry truly is her rock, and she is his.

They spoke that evening about the next day, dread and excitement filling them at the same time. The couple wanted to have some boundaries, even for family. It made them feel safe, and feeling safe and being careful put their minds at ease while trying to figure things out.

Harry’s eyes were focused on the road with an icy grip on the steering wheel. He was a safe driver before having Elida, but now he was extra safe, not making a single risky turn or change of lane as they made their way to Manchester. Y/N was in the back, strapped in the middle seat, so she could be next to Elida.

They had found out day 2 with Elida that she loved car rides. She would instantly calm down when they drove off from the hospital, despite being uncomfortable in her car seat. They figured it was the whooshing-sound of the wind against the car, and decided there and then to invest in a white noise machine for her.

Y/N looked at Harry through the mirror. He had that little worry-wrinkle between his eyebrows as he focused on the road. Sometimes he’d glance at the pair in the back and his gaze would soften. This time he made eye contact with Y/N. “Penny for your thoughts?” Y/N said to him, leaning forward, her cheek against his bicep as he leaned into her touch slightly. “I’m excited to show her off. But I’m nervous about mum and Gemma not respecting our boundaries.” Harry could feel her nod against his arm, placing a soft kiss where her cheek was as she leaned back in her seat. “I know it’s nervous, but you were really brave telling your mum yesterday about your worries, and I’m sure she’ll respect them, she’s a parent too, you know. And if they don’t remember, we’ll remind them. It’ll be alright.” She said calmly, looking at him though the mirror of the car. Harry hadn’t even thought about that before. His mum is his mum. She was also a new parent once, she’s gone through this exact thing, twice actually. Just the thought of that made Harry feel instantly calmer. “And how are you feeling, lover?” Harry bounced back. Y/N thought for a second, glancing over at Elida and then to Harry. “I’m so proud I could burst. We’ve made a perfect little girl, and I can’t wait to show her off. And I can’t wait to show off my more than capable baby-daddy.” She laughed and squeezed his bicep jokingly. Harry chuckled, nodded. “I’m so proud, too.”

Harry let out a sigh of relief as he parked in his mum’s driveway. They had made it there safe and sound, and with only one pitstop to get some air and a coffee. They had barely opened the door of the car as Anne came towards them on the driveway. “My loves, oh my goodness.” Her eyes were filled with happy tears, taking Y/N instantly in her arms and hugging her tight. “Darling! How are you, are you recovering well? You look stunning, Ah I can’t believe you’re here.” She blabbered as Y/N lightly laughed at her erratic behaviour. “I’m well, Anne, it’s been a lot, but Harry’s been taking care of me.” And at the mention of Harry’s name, Anne turned to him, and with wide stretched arms embraced her son. “Hi mum” Harry said quietly into her hair. Y/N knew he had missed her, he was such a mummy’s boy. “My son, who’s now a father of a little girl. I can’t believe it.” Anne continued, with Harry’s face in her hands, pinching his cheeks and putting his wild hair back in place.

You could tell that Harry was gleaming with pride, constantly between laughter and tears at the rush of emotions. He could barely imagine her reaction when she’d get a look at his daughter.

Harry could see Y/N on the other side of the car, just about to grab the car seat, as he rushed to her side. “Careful, lover, you’re not supposed to carry too heavy, I’ve got her.” He said in a quiet voice, a comforting hand on the small of Y/N’s back. Y/N nodded, instead grabbing the diaper bag from the trunk.

Anne rounded the car after them, looking for the little face buried in the blanket of the car seat. As soon as Anne caught a glimpse of Elida, she gasped. She had seen plenty of pictures, of course, and she’s seen her though facetime, but seeing her grandchild for the first time in front of her made the tears fall from her eyes. She put a hand over her heart. “Oh my goodness, she’s precious. She’s even smaller than I imagined!” Harry held the car seat in front of his mother with a puff of pride in his chest, the anxiety has since long left his body, and Anne seemed to keep her distance, as they’d wished. “Alright mum, let’s head inside, yeah? No crying in the streets.”

Harry was light on his feet as they stepped inside, it was always nice to be home, Anne’s house always warm and welcoming. Elida was starting to move and making unhappy little noises to alert her parents to her discomfort. Harry and Y/N looked at each other. “I’ll take her, H, she probably needs a good feeding as well, go sit down with your mum.” Y/N stepped forward to fish Elida out of her seat. She cooed at her little baby, body scrunching together as she picked her up, then stepped away for a moment to change Elida.

Gemma was supposed to arrive in a little while, so they had some time, just the three of them in the lounge. Harry and Y/N sat next to each other, as Elida was being fed. Anne was on a sofa opposite them. Harry and Y/N could tell Anne was bubbling to get talking, barely being able to keep her eyes off Elida as she fed from Y/N. They had been in constant contact since the birth, but Anne didn’t want to miss a thing; it was her first grandchild after all. Harry felt calm in this setting, with his little family just beside him. The time felt like thick jelly, comforting and warm. He could stay here for a long, long time. Conversation was flowing between new parent struggles, trying to fit in a meal or a nap wherever they could, to laughing about little outfits they wanted to put Elida in when she’s a little older. Elida was now napping in Y/N’s arms, belly full of milk, satisfied little sounds coming through her little mouth.

Then Gemma stormed in through the door. They could hear her throwing her clothes off in the entryway and almost jogging to reach them in the lounge. As Gemma caught sight of them her eyes filled with tears, her hands over her mouth. She hadn’t said a thing yet, as Harry stood up and walked over to her. “Hey Gem.” He said, trying to comfort her tears. “My little brother is a dad.” Was all she could get out, embracing him in a hard hug. Harry laughed, a faint blush on his cheeks. It was still so strange when they said it like that, it would take some getting used to.

Gemma moved past Harry to get to Y/N and Elida. Harry motioned for Y/N to transfer Elida to his arms, so that she could greet Gemma. And Gemma basically threw herself over Y/N. They had become close almost immediately when Harry and Y/N had started seeing each other, like they were lost sisters from another universe. “I’m so proud of you. Are you doing okay, is Harry helping at all? I’ll be sure to give him a whooping if he doesn’t, you just let me know.” Gemma said, still tearful about the fact that two of her favourite people just had a baby together. “Gem, don’t worry. It’s been a lot, I’m so tired I could pass out but I’m so happy, and Harry’s been an angel. But it’s good to know that you’ve got my back.” Y/N laughed brightly, rubbing Gemma’s shoulders in comfort, in hopes that the tears would stop.

Harry suddenly felt brave, he sat down directly next to his mother, putting his knees up so Elida could rest against them. “Come sit down, Gem.” Harry smiled to his sister. Gemma sat down next to her brother, and all three of them looked down at the sleeping baby in Harry’s lap. Admiring her little nose that looked just like Harry’s when he was a newborn, the light dusting of hair on the top of her head, and how her little chest moved quickly with her little breaths. “She’s so small.” Gemma said, almost whisper quiet, as to not alert the sleeping baby. “Yeah.” Harry replied mindlessly, still gazing at Elida. “C-can I touch her?” Gemma almost whispered. Harry looked at Y/N for a second, who was nodding at him. “Y-yeah, just wash your hands first, and no kisses on the face, please.” Harry answered. Anne and Gemma almost threw themselves off the sofa and sprinted to the nearest sink to wash their hands.

“Tesoro.” Y/N said, when Anne and Gemma had left the room. Harry looked up at her. He looked so good, she thought. Even with hair unkempt and tired bags under his eyes. His face was clean shaven and soft, for the sole reason of not upsetting Elidas sensitive babyskin. Damn, she thought, she knew he’d let the mustache grow out otherwise, and she loved it when he did that. “Do you feel alright?” Y/N continued. Harry just nodded, a smile spreading on his face. He felt better than he thought. This all felt like a dream.

Anne and Gemma came back and settled down, one on either side of Harry, as they gently reached out to stroke the baby’s soft head and grabbing her tiny, clenched hands. Y/N pulled out her phone, having to snap a few pictures of this special moment of their family. All three of them smiling and looking down at the sleepy baby. It was the start to something new, a new generation, filling all of their lives with happy laughter, endless diaper changes, tiny shoes and most importantly; love.

The room was thick with emotion, and Y/N looked at the family opposite her, almost not being able to keep her tears at bay, just seeing them together with Elida.

Gemma looked up at Y/N, and reaching her arm out for her in a quiet attempt to get her to join them on the sofa. Y/N rose from the opposite sofa, trailing over to them and sitting down next to Gemma. “She’s like a little doll, I can’t believe she’s here.” Gemma said, as if still in disbelief about the whole situation. “You have no idea how hard it’s been not to storm over to your house and see you, I’ve been worried.” She continued. Harry and Y/N shared a thankful look, knowing that in the midst of the chaos of being new parents, the last thing they wanted was a visitor. “We’ve been doing our best to settle in and enjoy the first week of just the three of us together. I just…I know you wanted to see her and us earlier but at the time it was just another stressor to all of this. It’s got nothing to do with you or mum, it’s just our decision, and we’re really thankful you respected our boundaries when we put them down. It’s a special time and we don’t want to miss a single thing, but she’ll be here for the rest of time so you’ll get to spend time with her until you’re sick of her, don’t worry.” Harry gently explained to his mother and sister. They just smiled to him, giving him a soft squeeze to assure him that they knew. “I know it’s a special time, darlings. I know that after I had you, Gemma, me and Des just wanted to be alone, but people kept dropping by and expecting us to take care of them too, on top of our new baby! It made everything a bit harder, even though I know they meant well.” Anne reminisced.

Y/N could physically see Harry’s shoulders loosen up and relax. She could tell his breathing wasn’t constantly in his throat as it had been the past few days at the mention of leaving their baby bubble. He looked relaxed, like he belonged.

Y/N remembered an evening Y/N and Harry had shared just in the beginning of her pregnancy, where they had felt high on serotonin and adrenaline just thinking about the tiny sprout in Y/N’s belly.

“It just feels like full circle in some way, having our own child. I know mum’s been harassing us about having one, but still I don’t think she’ll fully believe us when we tell her.” Harry said into the night. It was dark out, it had to have been hours since they had retreated to bed. Y/N was laying on Harry’s chest, her nose finding his pulse point, and leg thrown over his hip, close, as close as they could get without crawling inside each other’s skin. Y/N smiled at Harry’s words. “Imagine when we get to show them off for the first time, for our family, our friends. I just know it’s going to be perfect. I feel like that’s one of those situations I’ve been dreaming about ever since knowing I wanted a kid.” Y/N replied lightly. She could tell Harry’s heart was racing, she could hear it through his chest. It was quiet for a moment, Y/N could feel her eyes droop and getting heavier in the arms of her lover. Suddenly Harry spoke up. “What do you think of Rose? Elisabeth Rose?” Y/N’s eyes shot open, removing herself from his neck, looking at him with squinty eyes. “Veto. They’re not a character in pride and prejudice, Tesoro.” Harry chuckled. “I like Samuel. Or Logan, Esther, maybe Levi.” She suggested. “Mhm, I like them…but maybe we’ll have to do some more scouting though.” Harry sounded almost sarcastic, and a flat palm was thrown against his chest. “Ow!” Harry whisper shouted. “Be nice. I’m the pregnant one, I think I have a pretty big say in what name they’ll be getting.” Harry grabbed onto her, shifting them around in the bed so that his arms were completely encapsulating Y/N’s frame. “You’re right, you let me put a baby in you, yeah? And I seem to recall you asking for at least a few more after this one.” He said, placing wet kisses on Y/N’s face; on her cheeks, the side of her mouth, her jaw. “Hmm…” Y/N let out, melting into his hold and his soft kisses. “I love you; I love you for doing this for us, I love you.” Harry sincerely let out, lips grazing hers. “I love you.” Y/N whispered back, sleep catching up to her, safe and warm in her lover’s arms.

And as Harry sat there on the sofa, right beside Elida, Y/N, Gemma and Anne, thinking about all that was, and all that has become, he came to realize that this was his reality. His own little child with the person he loved more than anything on this earth. A whole family circle that showed support, love and respect through thick and thin. Harry had never been more thankful for his life, and the thought of this being his forever made him giddy to get started living the rest of their life. Yeah, he would manage just fine – as long as he had them.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #dad!harry #harry styles masterlist #dadrry #harry styles dad #harry styles angst #harry styles fic

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uncpanda · 1 year ago

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The Ties that Bind: Family Tree

AN: I'm baccckkkk Please enjoy this update. It takes place in season six

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Warnings: None I think

“Hello Hotchners!”

“Hi mommy!”

“Hi angel.” They both smile at you from the table. You drop a kiss on the top of Jack’s head and he smiles up at you.

Things had been significantly better since the farmer’s market incident. In the three weeks since, you and Aaron had gone to several sessions with Jack. His therapist was helping the three of you come together as a blended family. Your own therapist and Aaron’s had also been brought in and caught up by Jack’s.

You peck Aaron’s cheek and he catches your arm, and squints at you. “Proper kiss, please.” You barely resist smirking; instead, you roll your eyes and peck his lips. “That wasn’t a proper kiss.”

“Jack is right there.”

This time it’s Aaron who rolls his eyes. He wraps his arm around Jack’s head, so that his hand settles over the boy’s eyes. Jack giggles and you swoop down and kiss your boyfriend properly.

“Happy?”

He releases Jack, “With you? Always.”

You slip your shoes off and notice what’s on the table, “What’s with all the pictures?”

“I have to do a family tree. Here’s daddy and mama and grandpa and grandma and aunt Jess. I still need pictures of you and Uncle Spencer.”

“I’m in the family tree?”

Jack nods.

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll get my photo boxes out.” Once Jack is focused on the pictures, you jerk your head towards the bedroom. Aaron follows after telling Jack he’ll be right back.

He cracks the door to your bedroom. You turn on him, “How the hell are they still doing family trees? Families are complicated and . . . is Jack okay with this?”

Aaron smiles, “Yes. He was very excited about the project, and Jess is bringing over more pictures of her brother and sister. He wants to include you and Spencer.”

You let out a breath, “I swear he is the sweetest kid I’ve ever met.”

Aaron smiles, “I’m pretty happy with him.”

You start shirking out of your clothes and you can feel Aaron’s eyes on you. You shoot him a wink as you change out of your work clothes and into lounge pants and a t-shirt. You head to the closet next and pull out one of your picture boxes. It’s really just a decorated shoe box. One of three. It holds a lot of your loose pictures; the ones not in albums.

You carry it out to the kitchen table and set it down in front of Jack and his eyes light up. You roll your eyes when he just dumps it out on the table. You start shifting through the pictures.

“Who’s this?”

“That is Bryan. My high school boyfriend who was extremely delusional.”

Jack’s brow furrows in an uncanny imitation of Aaron, “Delusional?”

“He wanted to get married right after high school. I moved to California instead.”

Jack giggles, and Aaron asks, “What?”

You clarify, “He wanted to get married right after highschool, his parents wanted to finish raising Spencer, and they wanted me to start popping out grandbabies.”

“It sounds like the start of one of my cases.”

Jack holds up a new photo and you wince, “Who’s this?”

Aaron scowls, “That’s the bastard.”

“Aaron! Language.”

“We only use that word in relation to this one man. He hurt mommy’s feelings.”

Jack’s face grows serious, “I don’t like him.”

You pluck the picture out of Jack’s hands and stare at you and Joel. You look at both of your boys and rip it in half. You throw the part that has you back in the box and rip the part with Joel in half.

“Happy?”

Aaron lets out a huff, “Only if I get a punch in one day.” It’s muttered, and you nudge him.

“Look at all of these of you and uncle Spencer.”

“Yeah, it was mostly just the two of us.”

“Here’s one of you and uncle Sean, daddy!”

Your eyes go wide, “You have a brother?”

This is the first time you’re hearing about a brother. Aaron hesitates, and then tells Jack, “Why don’t you take a break, buddy?”

“Okay.” And just like that he’s gone to go play.

There’s a moment of silence, “You have a brother?”

He nods, “Sean. He’s thirteen years younger than me. We’re not close.”

You nudge him with your shoulder, “I figured. Why did you never mention him?”

He takes a breath, “I was ashamed. You and Spencer are so close. You gave up everything to raise him, and I . . . I pretty much abandoned Sean.”

You poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek, “Aaron. You know more about my resentment towards my parents, and about my childhood than anyone. Even Spencer.”

Aaron hesitates, “You know more than anyone else too. Even Haley didn’t know the extent of my dad. She just thought he yelled. Sean was not the subject of his anger, and apparently when I left for boarding school it mostly became verbal. But I still left him there.”

“Your dad sent you away, Aaron. You didn’t have a choice.”

He bites the inside of his cheek, “Still, I should have. . .”

“It’s not the same.” Aaron pauses and you continue, “I’m not saying Sean was safe. Not with your father around, but he was okay. He had food. And Heat. And AC. And from what you say, everything he could wish for. That doesn’t excuse the mental turmoil he or you or your mom went through, but there was nothing you could have done. They wouldn’t have let you take him to college or anything like that. They certainly weren’t going to give you a say in raising him. Every situation is different.”

He rubs his hands together, “I still feel guilty.”

Quietly, you admit, “I still feel mad at my parents. Our parents screwed us, Aaron. We make the best of it. And when it comes to our own kids, we make it right. We stop what they did. We’re already doing it with Jack. He doesn’t have to worry about anything. He’s not scared of you or Haley or me.” You cover his hands with yours and squeeze, “We’re doing great if I do say so.”

He smiles and tugs you towards him. You leave your chair for his lap and you kiss him.

“Ewwww.”

You and Aaron smile and turn to find Jack making a face. The two of you share a look and then you’re chasing after him. You catch him first, and then Aaron catches the two of you. Together the three of you gently fall onto the bed. Your happy little family.

#aaron hotch #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #hotch x reader #hotch imagine #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds imagine #jack hotchner

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imaginecolby · 10 months ago

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Friends with Benefits || Part Four - The Announcement

"y/n come on! they’re already waiting on us." colby called from the door.

"oh hush. i'm pregnant and am going to abuse the hell out of this card for as long as i can."

"yeah, you made that abundantly clear when you demanded i bring you a tub of ice cream last night."

"half of which you also ate, so don't give me that." you said, finally walking out into the living room. you and colby were on your way to take your anouncement photos. you agreed on the idea of a baby explorer, and the two of you were also dressed in xplr t-shirts.

you grabbed you purse and keys from the counter, finally ready to head out. you walked to the door, stopping in your tracks as colby didn't move.

"what? what's wrong?" you asked, looking up at him and noticing tears in his eyes.

"nothing, it's just," he took a deep breath to prevent himself from sobbing. "you're starting to show."

"oh, yeah!" you smiled, placing your hands under your belly. "that's your baby in there."

"our baby." he corrected, placing his hand above your belly button. you stood silently, allowing colby to take in the moment. "alright, let's get going." he said quietly, wiping his tears and following you out of the door.

you made your way to the park near your house where your photographer was meeting your for your shoot. fortunately, they'd just arrived, so you didnt feel bad about having kept them waiting.

you followed them to the spot they had picked out, amongst the trees that truly fit the exploration vibe you were going for. you were there for about an hour, and got some really amazing shots. once you were done, your photographer told you it would take a little bit for them you to edit the photos and send them to you. while you waited, you and colby went out for a bite to eat while you waited.

you both were beyond excited to finally share the news with your friends and extended family. you both had already shared with your parents, and they were all over the moon.

“y/n, you’re going to be a wonderful mother. you have such a nurturing and caring heart, i already know you’re going to spoil that baby with love.” your mom said to you over video chat.

“i get it from you.” you smiled.

“i can’t wait to come see you soon. until then, im gonna get started on planning your baby shower!” she cheered before you exchanged your goodbyes and hung up.

colby’s parents were just as excited to be getting their first grandbaby. they shared similar sentiments about their faith in you and colby being wonderful parents, and were overjoyed with the idea of having a new baby to spoil.

after sharing the news, you and colby were proud of yourselves for avoiding the topic of your relationship, and the truth of how you got to this point.

after your lunch, you and colby did a little bit of shopping before heading back home. upon your return, you checked your phone and saw your had a new email from your photographer; your announcement photos.

“ahh, they’re done!” you said, moving to sit with colby on the couch.

“open them, open them!” colby said excitedly as you tapped on the email notification.

you scrolled through the pictures, you on the verge of tears over how much you loved all the pictures. you and colby sat there forever, trying to decide on which ones to share. you ended up deciding on three pictures; one of the onesie lying in the ground with your ultrasound photo on top of it, one of you and colby holding the onesie between you and sharing a sweet smile, and the last one, a photo of you sitting on the ground with the onesie draped over your belly.

“there’s a new member coming soon to team xplr ✖️” you wrote for your caption. you hit post and set your phone down, taking a deep breath.

“and now we wait.” you said. after only a few minutes, both yours and colby’s phones began buzzing on the table. there were only a few people that knew about your pregnancy before this. your parents were the first to know, and of course colby immediately told sam. you both also shared with your siblings, but that was it. you wanted the news to be just yours for as long as you could keep it.

as more and more notifications came through, you snd colby finally began going through them. you checked your texts first, both of your extended families passing on their congratulations and well wishes. then, you took to instagram.

since moving to LA, most of your friends were also colby’s friends, ones that he’d made in the social media industry. you had friends of your own through your work too, but most everyone you knew, you’d met through colby. fortunately, they’d always been taken with you as an individual, and were friends with you for you, and not just who you knew.

you scrolled through the comments on your post, smiling at what everyone had to say.

yourphotographer: “congratulations again to you both! thank you so much for letting me be a part of this wonderful announcement!”

samgolbach: “so excited to have another member of xplr nation! you giys are gunna be great parents and i cant wait to be kiddo’s favorite uncle ♥️”

jakewebber9: “oh no way! this is so exciting!! congrats to you both!”

katrinastuartofficial: “@yourusername @colbybrock i cant believe THIS is how im finding out?? but im too excited to be angry! this is incredible, congratulations!”

yourbestfriend: “still so over the moon about this!! @yourusername youre going to be the most wonderful mama, im so happy and excited for you 💖”

kianlawley: “yes!! another baby on the way! i cant wait for coast and your little one to have playdates”

jccaylen: “this is crazy! congrats you two! we’re growing up so fast”

amberscholl: “oh my goodness, congratulations! i absolutely cannot wait to take you shopping for baby clothes and other goodies! ✨”

you continued reading all of the comments from your friends and other followers. youd gained quite a bit of a following for yourself since being attached to sam and colby, so your comments were also flooded with their fans sending you congratulations as well. you refreshed your notifications, watching a new comment pop up at the top.

colbybrock: “im so excited for us to be starting this journey with you. im also a bit scared and nervous, but i know with you by my side, we can accomplish anything. i love you. 🖤”

you smiled and pinned his comment to the top, typing an “i love you too” in response. as you watched more comments roll in, more and more people began to point out something else about you and colby.

“oh shit.” you said aloud.

“what?”

“not only did we announce our pregnancy, we also announced our relationship.” you laughed.

“oh shit, youre right.” colby said, staring at your dumbfounded. “ive been thinking so much about the baby, i hadn't even thought that we hadn't told anyone about us yet.” he laughed

“you didnt tell sam? i figured you wouldve text him as soon as we talked.” you teased.

“i dont tell him everything,” he paused and you raised a brow at him. “that fast, at least.” he blushed.

“well, now it’s out there. im just glad it’s been a mostly positive response.” you said, nuzzling into colby’s side. he wrapped an arm around you and squeezed you tight.

“me too.” he said, kissing the top of your head. the two of you spent the rest of the evening at home, relaxing, watching movies with your dinner, and relishing in the happiness and support you felt radiating around your announcement. you were ecstatic, happier than youd ever been in your life.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock imagines #colby brock x reader #fwb

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nut4shuri · 1 year ago

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DATING LETITIA WRIGHT PRT 2!!🤎

Since yall loved the first one ive decided to make a second one.

(this one is a little shorter tho)

Letitia grew up in the UK,meaning she didnt have much knowledge to how things work in the US,cultural,lifestyle,and just a new atmosphere wise.

She's always so in awe by everything about you.

Whys your hair so damn long? Is it so i can pull it."" She said as she combed through the long locks of silky hair.(That 40 inch,yall know it.)

"No it's not so you can pull it,pull my shit its gone be me an you."

She smirked "Or it could just be me in you." she said as she gathered your hair together playfully bending you over the bathroom sink.

"Nasty Ass"

"Where's the rest of your shirt baby" she said as she attempted to pull the cropped tee down lower.

"And yall these are the Good4thebody Blue jeans from shein they're so comfy and they really shape the body" you walked into the camera attempting to give a quick 360 but letita walked in front of you.

"Yall good. Yall dont gotta see all that" she said

"Girl get out my video."

Meeting Your Family

“Y/N who's your friend?“

"Your daughter is just a handful."

Your family chuckled as every one sat at the dinner table,taking in laughs,making jokes,and the atmosphere just felt so right.

Many different Dishes sat on the tables,Greens,Yams,Cornbread,Beans,Chicken,Etc.

"Shes been like that since she was younger"your mom said as she let of a big and vibrant smile.

"Y/N come help mama with the dishes" your mama spoke.

"I like her.."she said making you smile.

"I do to mommy."

"Is she good to you,she seems sweet and full of love"

"Shes amazing,i wouldn't ask for anyone else."

"Well you know what im finna say.."

"Mama..you do know she's a girl-“

“girl yesss“ your mama said laughing.

“I meant like are y'all planning on adoption or something..“

“hmm maybe we haven't really talked about children yet mama.“

"Well you know i want some grandbabies"

You walked and stopped in the door way of the living room. Letita sat talking to your aunts.

"Y/N girl you done got thick on us." Your aunt said as you walked past.

"You been eating good"

"I have."

"She has." Letita looked at you with a smirk.

Yall do fun things like Tik Toks,Vlogs,Pranks And ETC.

“girl no that's wrong way!“ you said as you attempted to teach your girlfriend a new trending dance.

“I be seeing them edits y'all be making about me.“ lettita said as she laid stretched out on the bed beside you,she had her hood on and low eyes. She smiled cocky at her camera making you mug her.

“yeah and y'all better just keep wishing the fuck.“ you said making her chuckle.

“yeah y'all know y/n crazy as he'll. .“

“whatever.“ you said mugging her. She was feeling herself a lil too much.

“come onnn“ you said attempting to pull your girlfriend to the backseat of the car.

She licked her lips and looked at you speaking in a raspy voice “if I come back their,you not gone be able to walk for a month. Now get your narrow ass back up here and put on this seat belt y/n.“

She was always so sweet to you no matter what.making sute you ate and making sure you got ate...

“ma you hungry?“

“ma you want some taco bell?“

“ma whatchu want from the store?“

“I bought you breakfast in bed mamass“

“you want some head?“

She always took you on set whenever she filmed. Making sure you got everything you wanted while their and where was comfortable as you could be.

“you ok ma? You need anything.“ she said as she rubbed your thigh lightly.

You smiled shaking your head and taking a sip of your water sitting back in your chair.

She treated you like the queen you where and would t let up for nun. She constantly reminded you that you where the baddest no matter what.

“ma you dont need no plastic surgery.“

“but..“

“but nothing.“ she said using her hand to raise your chin.

“you beautiful as fuck.“

END

#letitia x reader #letitia wright #shuri x reader #princess shuri #shuri x you #shuri udaku #jamie x reader #shuriri x reader

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tododeku-or-bust · 2 years ago

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What about patrochilles clothes? Who's doing the shopping? What are they buying? Are they the kind of family to wear matching outfits?

(again, assuming B&R bc you said 'family')

Alas, i don't know too many name brands so i can't tell you what exactly they're buying 😅 when it's expensive stuff, Achilles and Thetis are all over it. Thetis absolutely LOVES sending outfits for both them (and her grandbaby?? Girl would rock Gucci shades daily if Pat would allow it). The family doesn't necessarily "match" in outfit, so much as in color scheme. Like occasionally, when they do choose to coordinate, you see how they balance each other. When Achilles, Thetis and Philia are out on the town, it's a Look™.

As for Patroclus, he can walk into a TJ Maxx or a general clothing store and find himself something simple enough and look nice in it. So long as he's comfortable. Achilles knows this, so he balances out the finery with the functional. And when it comes to their daughter later on, while he'll let Thetis and Achilles dress her up, Patroclus also recognizes that she's a little kid that will get messy and doesn't need hundred dollar clothes, so her closet is more normal. She'll be happy in a fluffy kid Prada shirt, and she'll be happy in a green Walmart t shirt with blue hearts on it 🤣

(Secretly, he'd rather they buy house appliances or pay a bill or another act of service before buying clothes but it's not his money so 🤣 he also donates or regifts what they don't wear, it's a seasonal thing)

#ask #anon #patrochilles #tsoa patrochilles #hades patrochilles

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lotapix · 1 year ago

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apinchofm · 1 year ago

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Lesbian AU,

How would Eloise adopt Amanda and Oliver?

I am not British, so I don't know how adoption of your partners children would work.

In Canada, you have to go through the courts and have a judge approve the adoption. Marriage is not a requirement.

I just imagine Eloise and Marina trying to keep it low key but her mother and family have other ideas. I bet Violet again makes matching t-shirts.

It's the same in Britain in that you go to your local council, social services check and then family court.

Yes, Violet throws a party - she legally has two new grandbabies!

#meloise modern au #marina x eloise

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I 100% believe that Viserys would be one of those parents who says "I don't care about any children, don't count on me to take care of this baby" until Aemond/Aegon's child's born. After that he's the stereotype of a happy grandpa carrying the child in his arms, talking to the baby, buying "grandpa's lilprincess/prince" t-shirts for the baby, coddling the shit out of the kid as Aegon, Aemond and even Helaena and Alicent watch from a corner like "😮🧐🤨"

I get it why you find it so cute but I totally don't see that :( I can see him being totally in love with Rhaenyra's children but not really Aemond's or Aegon's.

also, I find it even more hurtful (sorry, it's a bit personal to me) if Viserys was all of sudden lovey-dovey with Aemond's/Aegon's children. because as much as the boys would probably be shocked and kinda happy, too, it would open up the old wounds. "why couldn't he love me the same way when I was a child...?"

but... I can picture Otto being indifferent and once his great-grandbaby is born, he would buy some crazy stuff for the kiddo, especially if it's a girl 🤣

#lovely anons #sansaorgana: Answered #House of The Dragon TV Show #Game of Thrones Universe #modernhotdau #modernhotdau: viserys #modernhotdau: aemond #modernhotdau: aegon #modernhotdau: otto #modernhotdau: alicent #modernhotdau: helaena

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melancholymaz · 4 years ago

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Enceinte (2)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Avengers x Reader

Warnings: Pregnant reader, Soft!Nat and Fluffy avengers!!!

Summary: You and Natasha have had your time keeping your little secret between yourselves, now it’s time to tell the team.

A/N: Here’s part two!! Let me know what you think and some things you’d like to see in the future for this series!

Готовы ли вы встретиться со своими дядями и тетями, боб? = Are you ready to meet you uncles and aunties, bean?

You stand in front of the tall mirror in yours and Natasha’s now shared bedroom, your top sitting above your 12 week bump. You were surprised no one has clicked on yet, considering you weren’t exactly hiding your morning sickness and nausea. Your growing belly, however, you hid behind loose jumpers and Tony’s t-shirts. You’ve kept your little bean under wraps for 4 weeks now, and you and Natasha decided it was time you shared the news for the uncles and aunties to be. You stand sideways, really taking in the look of your small bump, and lightly rub it.

“Bean is the size of a plum!” Natasha exclaims randomly, still laying in your shared bed, taking comfort in one of your shirts and pyjama pants, her hair still in a million directions from the night before.

“Bucky’s gonna love that.” You smile as you pull your top down, going to lay beside your girlfriend, lying your head on her shoulder.

“He has fully formed organs, muscles, limbs, bones and even his little willy!” Natasha says with her award winning smile, quickly giving your head a kiss before going back to scrolling through the pregnancy app on her phone.

“He?” You quirk your eyebrow with a smile. “We don’t even know the gender yet.”

“It’s a boy, I can feel it in my soul.” She gives you a cheeky wink, before standing up, stretching her body, giving you the perfect view of her toned back muscles. “Our next baby’s a girl. Everyone knows it goes boy then girl.”

“We can’t just choose our baby’s gender, Nat.” You laugh, wrapping your arms around her neck as hers go around your waist. “And who said there’s gonna be a second?”

“Me, and there’s going to be a third and a fourth.” Natasha gives you a sweet passionate kiss as she gives you the most loving look you only dreamed of receiving. You shake your head at your baby mama, thanking the lords up above for giving you everything you ever wanted.

“Are the presents ready?” You ask as you walk into the wardrobe picking your outfit for the day, a floral top with leggings, a jumper on top to hide your belly until the team finds out the news.

“Yes my love, all presents are wrapped and named.” Natasha replies, following suit in picking her outfit for the day. You and Natasha thought the best way to announce the new family member was by getting each and every avenger a personalised t-shirt with their respective titles. Everyone had gotten Uncle and Auntie, Bucky and Steve were getting Grandpa shirts to be funny, and carol an grandma shirt, as she’s picked up the habit to mother both you and Natasha.

“Are you ready, bub?” Natasha asks.

“Yeah, are you?” You ask, spraying perfume on yourself, facing Natasha as she quirks her eyebrow at you.

“I wasn’t talking to you, My sweet.” She says, before leaning down and lifting your shirt, She presses a soft kiss before whispering in Russian. “Готовы ли вы встретиться со своими дядями и тетями, боб?”

“You’re a dork.” You laugh, flicking her forehead as she stands, she sends you a playful glare before picking up half the boxes.

“FRIDAY, please let everyone know that we need them in the common room and there’s no room for arguments.”

“Yes Agent Romanoff.” FRIDAY replies, picking up the rest of the presents you leave your bedroom heading to the common room.

“Can someone please explain what’s going on?” Bruce sighs for probably the hundredth time in the past 10 minutes, meanwhile the rest of the team won’t stop talking. You huff and rub your temples before using your fingers to whistle loud enough to hurt their ears, the team immediately shutting up.

“Are you done now?” You ask, remembering why you were there in the first place. “Thank you. Now, Natasha and I are about to hand you a box with a present and no ones allowed to open it until we say so. It must be at the same time okay?”

“Whose birthday is it?” Bucky asks, a frown set into his face.

“Why would everyone get a present if it was a birthday you idiot.” Sam rolls his eyes, narrowly missing getting a slap to the back of the head from the ex-assassin. You and Natasha start handing out the presents to Tony, Bruce, Wanda, Bucky, Sam, Steve, Rhodey, Carol, Thor, Clint and Peter. Once everyones got their box and inspecting it curiously, Natasha gives them the green light to open it. They all open it around the same time, their faces written in confusion. Wanda’s and Carol’s eyes go wide first, a small shriek coming from Wanda as they both jump up to hug you both.

“I’m so happy!! I can’t wait!” Wanda says, her eyes teary. You laugh before giving her a tight hug, before doing the same for Carol.

“I can’t wait to meet my grandbaby.” She gives you a wink, before giving you a bone-crushing hug, kissing your hair in the process. Steve and Bucky hug you both next, wishing a congratulations and expressing their excitement to be grandpas. Rhodey and Bruce wish you both a congratulations without the hug, and you don’t fail to notice the light traces of sadness in Bruces eyes, and you feel bad when you remember that’ll be hard for him to have his own children. Peter comes up and hugs you both at the same time, rambling on how he can’t wait to play with the baby. Sam comes up next, giving you both a kiss on the cheek and a hug as he teases.

“It was only a matter of time considering how much we have to hear you two.” He laughs, before walking to Steve giving him a ‘I told you so’. Thor congratulates you both, giving Nat a tight cuddle before giving you a soft cuddle as to not hurt you or the baby. Tony and Clint walk up together, a proud smile on their lips.

“Come on tell us about our junior avenger.” Tony says, you laugh before taking off your jumper, everyone’s attention now on your belly. You look at Natasha, she gives you a soft smile while Clints arm sits around her shoulder.

“Baby is now 12 weeks old, a size of a plum.” You say, waiting for Bucky’s reaction. His bright blue eyes light up, and you’ve never seen the man have a smile as big as it is now. “All organs, muscles and limbs are fully developed, now we wait for baby to grow.”

“All organs? including their... you know.” Peter shyly asks, a blush on his cheeks as he twiddles with his fingers.

“Yes Peter, even it’s naughty bits.” Natasha laughs, pulling Peter into her and Clint, now resting her arm around his shoulders.

“Oh... cool.” His cheeks go more red with embarrassment, but yet looks content resting against Natasha, like he’s been there a thousand times. You wouldn’t be surprised if he has to be honest with yourself.

“Do you know what the gender is yet?” Steve asks.

“Not yet, We’ve still yet to decide if we’re going to find out or wait until baby’s born.” You reply, giving Clint a nod as he wordlessly asks to touch your belly.

You lay in your bed, quietly watching your favourite show while Natasha reads beside you. You lay there in just your sports bra, absentmindedly tracing random patterns on your swollen belly. You blink tiredly, exhausted from spending all day with the team. You hear Natasha lightly place her book on her bedside table before turning to look at you, you look up at her when you feel her gaze.

“You tired babe?” She asks softy, a small smile on her lips as you nod in reply. Natasha presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before moving down the bed so her face hovers over your belly. “Let me quickly talk to bean and then we can go to sleep.”

“Okay babe.” You whisper, too tired to talk any louder. You start running your fingers through her hair as she starts to talk to your unborn miracle.

“Hi my love, It’s your mama. Even though I know you can’t hear me yet, I just wanted to tell you that I can’t wait to meet you, hold you, love you, protect you. I’m going to give you everything you could ever want, but to also teach you to be grateful and keep you humble. No one likes an arrogant brat, we’ve already got one of those. Your mummy and I can’t wait for you to meet your family too, they’re already smitten and ready to spoil you. Well my baby, it’s time for me to say goodnight because mummy’s tired and gonna get grumpy and we can’t have that. Goodnight.” Natasha finishes it off with a rub and kiss for the baby and you couldn’t help the lone tear that falls from your eye. Natasha notices this and crawls back up to wipe it away.

“I can’t believe I was so scared to tell you. I would never change this for the world.” You whisper, Natasha giving you one last smile before turning off the lamp, wrapping you up in her arms where you both fall asleep instantly.

#natasha romanoff x reader #imagine natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #avengers x y/n #avengers x reader #avengers x pregnant!reader #avenger #avengers fluff #natasha romanoff fluff

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amanda-glassen · 3 years ago

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1. “All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

That’s not even a prompt… that’s gotta be a direct Serena Benson quote 😂

I'm sorry this took a different direction and, again, I am sorry my drabbles aren't drabbles and are like 1,000 words instead. But it's Serena and I couldn't stop.

Serena had her first drink when she was 13. Although she didn’t know it at the time, it was a coping mechanism, a way to numb herself whenever her dad’s business partner wanted to be alone with her. When she was in college, binge drinking was something she did every Friday and Saturday at frat parties. It was all in fun and part of the college experience or so her parents told themselves. Social media made women’s alcoholism into an aesthetic and now that Serena was in her mid-thirties, she was considered just another wine mom. It wasn’t until an incident that landed her in the hospital that her parents decided it was time to intervene.

Three days had passed since her last drink and Serena didn’t understand why everyone was so concerned. She wasn’t suffering through any withdrawals. In fact, she felt great. She was spending time with her daughter and being more productive than ever. Granted, she was now drinking a pot of coffee each morning and consuming more caffeine at night, but that was beside the point. If she was managing to get all the housework done and reorganizing her closet for the fifth time in 72 hours, even if it was at 3 a.m., she didn’t see the harm in it; that is, until she walked into her living room the next day and saw her parents and Jamie waiting for her on the couches.

“You look like shit, Serena,” Mrs. Benson said as she looked her up and down. Her mom’s staring was making her self-conscious so she also looked herself up and down. She knew it was only eight in the morning and not too late for pajamas, even if her pajamas were joggers and one of Jamie’s t-shirts.

“It’s eight in the morning,” Serena pointed out. “I’m allowed to be in pajamas.”

“It’s eight at night, Serena Michelle,” Mrs. Benson narrowed her eyes at her daughter. “When was the last time you checked your phone or looked out the window or even bothered with your appearance?”

“You fell asleep after dinner,” she heard her daughter say. Serena looked down at her twelve-year-old sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the coffee table, so caught up in building a LEGO Ferrari that she couldn’t take her eyes off of it for a few seconds to look at any of them. “We made pizza bagels and salad together.”

“That was tonight?” Serena asked with a confused look on her face.

“Pumpkin, sit down,” her dad urged her. She had wanted to sit next to Jamie, to be enveloped in the warmth of her embrace, but Mr. Benson insisted that she sit next to him instead. “You know how much we all love you, which is why we’re all very concerned about your behavior over the past couple of days.”

“What behavior?” Serena asked. “I’m a good mom. I’m good at my job. I haven’t drank in 72 hours. I’m following my doctor’s orders. I’m doing everything I’m supposed to do.”

“You’ve been weird the past few days,” Olivia brought to her attention, still not bothering to look up from her LEGO project. “I miss when you were funny and we played games together, but now all you do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“You see that?” Serena asked her mom. “I need alcohol in my life. Without it, all I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“You cussed out a burned pizza bagel,” Olivia added.

“And I cussed out a burned pizza bagel!” Serena told her mom.

“All things in moderation, darling,” Mrs. Benson responded as she patted her daughter’s thigh. “Your problem is you never know when to stop.”

Serena took her mom’s hand off of her thigh. “Well, no offense, Mom, but the women in our family aren’t exactly a moderation bunch of gals, are we? Grandma smoked a pack and a half a day, Great-grandma’s drinking made me look like an amateur, and you－well, you’re on a first-name basis with every sales rep on Rodeo Drive because of how much you shop. Face it, Mom, instead of our family encouraging an open dialog about what we’re feeling or the trauma we’ve experienced, we find unhealthy coping mechanisms. Had the two of you just believed me when I was thirteen, had you just let me go to the police the night Emerson－”

“Ollie, sweetie,” Mrs. Benson interrupted her. “Why don’t you go build your car in your room so we can talk to your mom?”

“No!” Serena yelled at her. “I’m not going to raise Olivia the way you raised me. I’m through with family secrets and keeping Olivia in the dark. I kept the secret about how she was conceived and look where it got us. My baby is a smart girl. Had I just told her the truth, she wouldn’t have gone out to meet him and none of this would have happened.”

She had meant to sound angry. Most importantly, she had meant to get out all of the hurt she had felt since she was thirteen, but before they could even respond she started crying just as much as she did all those years ago when she was confused and the ones she depended on to take care of her either didn’t believe her or tried to sweep it under the rug.

“Babe, come here,” Jamie insisted.

“Let me just have her for one more moment,” Mr. Benson told Jamie. Hearing that made Serena cry into her dad’s shoulder for the first time since she was a child－back when she actually felt like he was her hero. “I’m so sorry, Pumpkin. I’m sorry all of this happened to you and I’m sorry I was never there to protect you afterward, but that’s going to stop. We’re taking you home with us－you, our grandbaby and Jamie. Your mom and I will take care of Ollie and Jamie is gonna take care of you. All you have to do is pack your bags tomorrow and get on the plane with us. You’re not alone, Pumpkin. I promise you we’re going to get through this together.”

Serena looked at her daughter who had finally taken her attention off of her LEGO car. The look of love in Olivia’s eyes made her realize her addiction wasn’t just about her anymore. Her daughter had almost lost her mother a few days ago. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll go.”

Olivia got up and nearly leapt onto her. “I love you, Mom. I’m so proud of you.”

“Your mom will help Olivia pack tonight,” her dad told her. “And Jamie is staying here to make sure you spend the entire night sleeping instead of reorganizing something in your apartment.”

“I’m not sleepy,” Serena argued just like she did when she was a kid and her parents told her it was bedtime.

“Serena, you know I love you, but you’re going to bed even if I have to lift you up from that couch and carry you,” Jamie insisted.

Just moments later, she felt Jamie’s strong arms around her as she laid down in bed. She was safe and loved and she fell asleep to the feeling of Jamie kissing her shoulders. “I love you, Ser Bear, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to help you through this.”

#serena benson #jerena #olivia benson #alex and liv: the wonder years

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barbasbodaciousbeard · 4 years ago

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IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE, LET THEM GO: PART 9

Summary: Since starting with SVU, Sonny hadn’t kept much terribly close to the chest. The squad knew about his family, growing up on Staten Island, the classes at Fordham. What was hidden was why he didn’t date. Sonny Carisi was also separated from his childhood sweetheart, a separation neither ever took to divorce. They had the same haunts. They’d grown up neighbors. Their paths crossed every few months, and divorce talks would turn into reminiscing would turn into a night spent together, sometimes sex sometimes just talking until the early morning. It always ended with one of them waking up alone however. How will that change when the squad finds out?

Pairings: Sonny Carisi x Original Character

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

A/N: Ayyy, they’re in New Orleans, a place I know well enough to write about.

November 2015

“Tor, where are you draggin’ me?” Sonny laughed, hand in Victoria’s as they made their way through Jackson Square. It was almost eerie past midnight.

“You said you were hungry! We’re a block away from something I think you’ll like.”

“Doll, we’re in New Orleans. We’re always a block from something I’ll like.” What he liked was seeing her so in her element. The city had a soul more like hers, and seeing her pull him through the streets made him feel like he was a teenager with a crush again instead of a man celebrating his thirtieth birthday with his wife. They’d just dropped their bags in the hotel after their flight. She’d found them a place steps from Jackson Square and St. Louis Cathedral, and in the night, her cheeks were flushed pink from the wind coming off of the Mississippi River and excitement.

“There’s no line at Cafe du Monde at one in the morning,” she grinned, giving an exaggerated flourish. “Louisiana zeppoli sound good? Beignets.”

“You get me.” They sat at the little metal table, and he looked out at the empty square. When they’d come so long ago, her mother had gotten a friend to lend her their apartment, and the pair had taken the trolley to the zoo or aquarium or museum during the day. This trip, he was excited to go to bars and hear live music and have cocktails. Come back to a hotel where they could order room service. He was determined to make another trip to the zoo as well. The pictures from before showed two lanky teenagers pretending they didn’t like each other. Now they’d been together a decade plus.

“You got a little messy,” she grinned, Sonny having exhaled at the wrong time. Powdered sugar was everywhere, but the broad smile as he ate was perfect. Victoria took a picture of Sonny with his crinkled eyes and dimpled grin, covered in powdered sugar with a beignet in front of him. He polished it off, paying before he leaned to kiss her as she laughed. He tasted like airport coffee, pastry, and sugar as he pulled her close on the street outside.

“You know, it’s officially the second now. You’re thirty!”

“I guess I am,” he chuckled, kissing her again.

“Happy birthday, cher. I guess you oughta get me back to the hotel so we can celebrate…” His goofy grin turned wicked as he pulled her down St. Ann’s Street to the hotel, scooping her up bridal style when they got to their hallway. Victoria squealed, slipping the key from her bag to unlock the door for him and he kicked it closed behind them. He woke with her wrapped around him and sun from the courtyard filtering in. Thirty was going to be much better, he could already tell. When she woke, she felt his fingers tracing her spine, and she curled closer into him.

“Mornin’ handsome.” She always developed an accent when she was around southerners. Her mom had given her a little twang, but the Louisiana accent was thick now, and he loved it.

“Mornin’ doll. You sleep okay?”

“You tired me out.” He was rewarded with a crooked grin, and Sonny kissed her softly and pulled her close again. “Happy birthday. What do you want to do today?”

“Order breakfast in? Maybe go to the zoo?”

“You want to go to the zoo?”

“Yeah. It was what we did last time when I realized I had a crush on you. Could be good before we go to dinner and that burlesque show.”

“It’s going to be perfect,” she grinned. “Anything you wanna do. All day.”

“Anything?” The impish smile was back, and they didn’t have breakfast for another couple of hours. Watching Sonny as they made their way to the zoo, she grinned, arms wrapping around his waist.

“You’re cute.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah. I like how excited you get about things.”

“Is that why you call me a puppy so often?”

“A little,” she chuckled, buying their tickets and leading him in.

“Better than a lanky noodle,” he grinned, arms around her waist as they watched the flamingos near the entrance. Whenever they planned to take this vacation, he hadn’t really anticipated how nice it would be to have a whole swath of the country between him and all the dark things he dealt with at work. In the city, he would pass places that brought a case to mind easily, even if he wasn’t really thinking about it. They’d walk by a bar and some part of his brain noted that was where the vic in the case last year was assaulted. In New Orleans, he knew there was still crime. He could even guess dangerous spots. But, he didn’t have names and faces and stories. Instead, he had the old independent bookstore with no air conditioning he’d followed Victoria through, the humidity and heat making him sweat straight through his t-shirt. Here, there was the little area he’d sat and stared as Victoria watched the orangutans with a broad grin. They’d definitely be stopping there. And he was excited for the Louisiana Swamp portion. Those were the two he had the strongest memory of. As if she knew, Victoria took his hand, tugging him towards the fountain and to the roman candy wagon just before the path to the monkeys.

“I almost forgot about this,” he chuckled, fishing a dollar from his pocket. “We goin’ chocolate and vanilla?”

“Duh.” She took the long sticks of what was basically taffy wrapped in wax paper gladly. It was as stretchy and messy as he remembered, and they walked happily, pinching off pieces and passing it back and forth. Between the orangutans and gorillas was the same wooden seating area, and they sat.

“Y’know, I think this is where I realized I was in love with you,” he said, leaning back against the tree trunk that grew in the middle. “You were watching the baby orangutan. Got so excited when they told you his name and stuff. And then you were telling everybody that came after the zookeeper left everything like you were the new tour guide. I remember looking at ya in the sun in that flowery spaghetti strap dress and all your hair up and this big smile and knowing it was gonna be you.”

“Really?” she asked, head tilted as he nodded. Now she was in one of his pullovers tucked into jeans, bundled up from the breeze. It was twelve years later, and she was just as perfect in the sun. She leaned to kiss him sweetly, staying close. “Wanna know something?”

“What?”

“I realized I loved you in the swamp part. You were so excited, and I remember already realizing I liked you. Then there’s that statue of the swamp monster? The rugaru when you turn the corner? We were there and a kid ran the corner ahead of his mom and got scared. He started crying and got embarrassed and you just sat down and told him the rugaru scared you too and hung out the minute for his mom to catch up. Knew it then I wanted you forever.”

“We’re real disgusting, aren’t we?”

“Just a little,” she smiled, kissing him again. It was nice to sit in the sun beside him, taking turns pointing out when there was activity in each enclosure. Sonny still smiled just like he did when they were teenagers, but he was more relaxed now that she had him this far from the city. His shoulders carried less tension and his smile always reached his eyes. They’d be taking a yearly vacation from here on out. They needed the time away from the city.

“If your mom had raised you here, our lives would be so different,” he mused as they leaned against the railing in the swamp portion. They took turns looking into the green of the swamp water to point out alligators floating along.

“I’d be a swamp witch.” Her voice was serious enough Sonny couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him.

“And I’d probably have ended up a priest.”

“Good and evil. Are we an unholy union then?”

“Nah. Told ya before, doll. Preordained by the big guy. Might not have found you when I was five. But you’d have ended up stuck with me any way.”

“It means the world to me how strongly you believe that. I ever told you? Even when we were separated, I knew we wouldn’t get divorced, but I’d get scared we couldn’t fix it.”

“Me too. But we’re here. I get to start my thirties with ya. And we’ll have babies and grandbabies and great grandbabies.”

“We will. And short term? We’ll have a lot more trips. Get more breaks.”

“I’d like that a lot. It’s nice being way out here. Wanna do it more.”

They made their way to the hotel in time to shower before dinner and to make it to the bar putting on the burlesque show in time for drinks. Early on, Victoria had figured out Sonny was a sucker for old school burlesque. She’d done a boudoir shoot for him done up with all the vintage trimmings, and one night, she’d convinced him to attend a burlesque show at home, one with a live band. That, he’d liked. There was a bar on Canal Street, Burgundy, that had a local burlesque troupe perform on the weekends. The place was sultry when they walked in, all deep velvets and a glittering chandelier. She’d kissed his cheek, going to powder her nose before she ordered. They’d dressed up, and Sonny leaned against the counter waiting to order.

“This seat taken?” asked a petite brunette, and he didn’t think anything of it.

“Nah. I’m going to a table.”

“You’re not from around here, are ya?”

“Visiting from New York,” he shrugged, still watching the bartender.

“And here I was hoping you’d be a local. It’s a shame I’ll only see you tonight.”

“Yeah. It’s the only night they got the show. Came for my birthday.”

“Well, happy birthday.” The bartender stopped, and he ordered two drinks, the champagne one with rose water he knew Victoria would like and whatever the specialty was with whiskey for himself.

“That for me?” she asked, and the way she tilted her head told him he was an idiot. He suddenly took in the way she was leaning towards him, eyes going wide. Luckily, he could see Victoria in the background, and she chuckled as he caught her eye. One thing he was grateful for was the fact she knew he could be dumb. He looked at women, sure. Victoria looked at men sometimes. That didn’t matter because they had no interest in doing anything with anybody else. He didn’t, however, tend to realize the eyes a woman was giving him.

“It’s for me,” Victoria smiled, wrapping an arm around Sonny’s waist easily and resting the hand with her wedding ring on his chest.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize…” Victoria just gave her a smile and a nod, taking her drink gratefully and following Sonny to their table. His cheeks were pink and Victoria couldn’t help but laugh as she slid beside him on the booth side of the table facing the stage.

“Tor, I had no clue,” he said like she was terribly upset. She cared just enough to wrap the territorial arm around him, but not enough to scold him. Hell, it was endearing. “I wouldn’t ever wanna flirt with anybody but you so sometimes I miss it.”

“Dom, I’m not mad. You’re hot as hell, and it’s really sweet how clueless you are. Not your fault other women notice the hot part.”

“Shuddup,” he muttered, ears turning red now. “You don’t notice when guys flirt with you either.”

“I do too!”

“Nah. The guy at the zoo? The one that was friendly until I showed up? Doll, he had been checkin’ you out.”

“What? No. He just wanted to know where the food was.”

“Oh? That’s why he was standing outside the ordering window when he asked you that?”

“Shit.” Sonny laughed, slipping an arm around her.

“It’s okay. I kind of like showing up like ‘Yeah, she’s hot. And she’s my wife.’”

“I like doing the same to you.”

“Love you, Tor.”

“And I love you, Dom. Happy birthday.”

Tags: @cycat4077 @fear-less-write-more

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi x oc #sonny carisi x reader #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #law and order

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timelock97 · 5 years ago

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Game Changer

Epilogue: What Time Will Do

Word Count: 5283

Warnings: Language, ADULT CONTENT (18+) [will be tagged]

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“How does it feel?” Leon whispers in my ear as he squeezes my hip over my dress. “Finally being my wife.”

I hum as we sway to the song playing for our first slow dance as a couple, one hand resting in his while one of his hands rests on my waist and mine rests on his chest. “I think it feels pretty damn good, but now you’re actually stuck with me, so no take backsies.”

He laughs at that, spinning me out and away from him before pulling me back into his chest again. He sighs, leaning forward to tease a kiss on my lips, whispering against them. “Oh darling, I would never do that.”

I smile, leaning in to seal our lips together for what feels like the millionth time tonight.

When we pull away, he lets out a soft sigh. “I think tonight has gone exceptionally well.”

“Indeed-”

“Who would have thought we could get everyone out here in Galar, it didn’t rain like the forecast predicted, they were able to clear and clean the field for today, and we have not had any unexpected guests.”

“Are you sure? I think there are a couple people from Team Yell that showed up-”

“Love-”

“You know they did-”

Leon laughs softly, “They aren’t ruining anything.”

I shake my head and brush my nose against his, “And it looks like Caroline and Raihan will keep the region from falling apart while we are gone for two weeks on a honeymoon.”

“Say goodbye to paperwork, meetings, and patients and alola to, well, the Alola region.”

I pull back, smirking, “I still want to know how close Alola is to Hawaii-”

“Can’t you just enjoy our trip-”

“My curiosity is piqued!”

Leon laughs again, spinning me out before dipping me as the song comes to an end. He brings us both back up into a kiss and mutters a soft “I love you,” into my ear.

The two of us then take turns with our own parents, me with my dad and him with his mom.

My dad sighs as we sway side to side, “Can’t believe you’re married now.”

“Soon you will be having to worry about grandbabies-”

“Please don’t, I still have a kid to get through highschool.”

I let out a laugh as we sway, after a minute I ask, “Are you happy, like with everything?”

“I wish you were closer to home, but I know you enjoy living out here, and I also don’t blame you.” My dad’s eyes drift about the area, eyes darting past the tented room. “But I think you and Leon will end up having Aiden come and spend the summer with you from how he has been talking to Hop.” We turn and look at the two, Aiden has a Goomy perched on his shoulder while Hop lifts his Rotom to show him his latest battle strategy.

“I knew they would be good friends, but what will you do if he decides he wants to move out here?” I tease, thinking about how I had been trying to convince my own parents to move out here after retiring.

“We will figure it out,” he mutters, chuckling. We sway for a few more minutes, my dad pulling me into a hug as the song finally comes to a close.

Leon reaches for me, his hair swaying side to side against his back. It had grown about five inches below his shoulders, just enough to style. We both grab a glass to call a toast. “We would like to thank everyone here for coming, for celebrating this wonderful day with us.”

“It has been a crazy year, and with that, we could not ask for a better day to spend with all of you here.”

“So, a toast to great friends, amazing family, and a future full of promises.” Leon calls out, making everyone cheer and clink glasses with one another.

“Now! Let’s all enjoy ourselves!” I call out, the music changing to a more upbeat song and I reach forward to grab my brother from the crowd, who grabs Marnie, who grabs Piers and so forth. The small dance floor is filled with people Leon and I could not live without, dancing and laughing together in one place.

Raihan manages to drag me to the side to hug me separately, and give me a few notes about places to go in Alola, only for us to be dragged back again. Leon managing to keep me within arms reach the whole evening, the world melting away.

As the night draws to a close, a couple of last minute pictures are taken before everyone starts making their way to Wedgehurst, or at least those who hadn’t left already. However, Leon and I instead walk back to his childhood home, finding Aiden and Hop sleeping peacefully on the couch.

Leon takes my hand and leads me upstairs to his room, giving us a little bit more privacy before we take a taxi to the airport to take a private flight to Alola overnight. He pulls me close to him, cupping my face and kissing me deeply as his other hand rests on my hip holding me there.

“Leon,” I whisper against his lips. He hums in response before leaning down to kiss me again. “Lee, baby,” I try again, eyes not wanting to open.

“Yeah, love?”

“We need to change so we can head to the airport.” I whisper, hands resting against his dress shirt, holding onto his slightly untied tie.

He hums, nodding before kissing the top of my head. “I can, I can unzip your dress, darling.” He whispers, but before I can turn around he stops me. “But first, before I do, I just want to tell you how beautiful you look. Arceus, (Y/N), you look so fucking beautiful and I can’t even fathom how lucky I got to say that you’re mine for the rest of our days.”

I lean up and capture his lips again, wrapping my arms around him and tangling my fingers into his hair that had fallen out of the french braid. We kiss for what seems like forever, but eventually we have to pull away. I press a few kisses against his cheeks and neck sleepily as I feel his hands slide down my back and unzip the fabric. He dips his head until his lips meet my jaw, running his teeth and eventually trailing gentle kisses there as his fingers brushing against my bare skin as he gently pulls the dress to help me out of it. I place a hand over my chest, keeping the fabric from falling too far. “Leo…” I mutter, making him sigh.

“I know, wait until we are out of town.” He chuckles as he takes a step back. He cups my cheeks before kissing my lips softly before he lets go to shrug off his jacket to hang up.

I turn around and shift out of the dress, the white gown pooling at my feet. I step out of it and unclip my bra, swapping it out for a more comfortable one and grab one of Leon’s tee-shirts to pull over my head. After I pull on a pair of sports leggings and fluffy socks, I turn and look at Leon. What I find makes me laugh, “Need help, hot shot?”

Leon is laying on his back in bed in only his boxers. He groans softly, muttering out an “I’m tired.”

I giggle as I walk over, moving the pile of clothes so that they are on top of him.

He groans loudly again before covering his face with his arm. “Why did we decide to fly out tonight?”

“Because we could sleep on the plane and have the day in Alola to explore. Of course that will be after we get settled in our house on the water.”

He hums at the thought before finally sitting up, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. I shake out his shirt, handing it to him before taking the discarded dress clothes and hang it up beside my dress. It only takes another five minutes for him to be ready, our bags already waiting downstairs for us.

I take his hand and lead him, quick to say goodbye to Hop and Aiden who only mutter quiet goodbyes in their sleepy states before Leon and I are out the door and walk to the taxi that was already waiting for us.

Neither of us expect the other to fall asleep in the cab, but a soft knock on the window causes me to jump, which scares Leon, his arm tightening around me protectively.

“Sorry you two, but I need to get home to the wife and you two need to go on that honeymoon.” The taxi driver smiles, opening the door a little wider.

Leon gives him a small, tired smile before standing, dragging me behind him. Steven and Felicia smile at Leon and I when we walk over and offer to take our bags. They each give us a hug before ushering us inside the private plane.

Leon and I settle in our seats, which is more of a couch than anything else. His arm finds its home around my shoulder and if it weren’t for the fact that I had to stay upright until we took off I would have just curled up in Leon’s lap.

The pilot tells us we will be on our way soon, my head lulls onto Leon’s shoulder and I sigh into his ear.

“Soon,” he whispers, the plane jolting as we begin backing up to take off. My mind gets fuzzy, in between needing to fall asleep and trying desperately to stay awake for a little bit longer.

When the plane finally levels out in the air, Leon doesn’t hesitate to move seats, making me whine before he just scoops me up and moves me with him. He settles into a group of seats that he can strategically recline but still puts his feet up on the seats in front of him while kind of cradling me so that I was mostly on top of him, keeping me close as possible. It’s only a matter of him settling completely with a soft, “I love you, baby,” before I fall asleep completely curled up on top of him and wedged against the wall.

“Alola!” A small group calls as we exit the plane hours late, comfey floating nearby “Welcome to Melemele. We are so happy to see you have arrived in one piece and hope that you enjoy your stay!” They place lei around our necks and before we can get much further, I see someone holding a sign with my and Leon’s name on it.

He smiles widely as we make our way over, tucking the paper under his arm. “Let me take you to your home away from home.” He motions us to a cart where two Tauros are at the front. We clamber on and settle as he starts to drive along. People smile and wave as we head up the main street, turning off onto another path that takes us along the ocean, breeze blowing our hair around us as we see the house down the hill.

The house is gorgeous. Nestled on the most quiet part of the island where the water is quiet and the Pokemon are still wild. It’s our little slice of paradise for the next two weeks. We have to walk down a long dock to get to the large bungalow. All the windows could be opened for easy access to the deck and the floor was nothing but tile. It was the perfect beachy feel with both wick furniture, ocean smoothed decorations, and soft painted walls on top of the gorgeous views from every angle. Leon and I were in love with it from the moment we laid eyes on it. Once our guide walked back down the dock, Lee did not hesitate to scoop me up and carry me back to the door, bumping it with his hip before walking inside the home.

“We literally have been here less than a two minutes and you have to carry me in-”

“You are supposed to carry the bride over the threshold!” He laughs before pulling me into his arms to kiss my lips softly

I hum into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck as we stand there in the doorway. After a minute we pull away and I sigh, “Leo, I need to go hop in the shower.” I look up and bat my eyes at him. “Would you want to join me?”

Leon’s cheeks flush a soft shade of red and he rubs the back of his neck. “You go on ahead, I am going to explore the house and unpack our things-”

“Don’t unpack everything, I have things that I wanted to surprise you with-”

“Or how about I go into town and do a little shopping then we can make dinner- lunch? I actually don’t know what time it is.”

I sigh softly, quietly slipping off my shoes and setting them by the door. “You do you, love.” I call over my shoulder as I walk inside, finding the master bedroom with ease, the bed set against the back wall and the door to the bathroom with a large shower with multiple shower heads nestled into the back. Oh this trip would be one to remember.

~ADULT CONTENT AHEAD~

Slowly, the first week slipped by. Leon and I spend time by the water, snorkeling, swimming, and just watching the sun rise and fall. At some point the two of us hike up a side trail into the trees, taking notice of the Pokemon that come and watch us at the edge of the trees. It makes my heart warm, spending quality time with Leon as my partner for the rest of my life, to grow up and grow old with. I couldn’t be happier watching him in the early morning after we had woken up and see him interacting with the small, wild water Pokemon that came poking into our bathroom where a large tub had been placed by out in the open. They take too him like water, jumping into the bath and playing with him. I happily take pictures and send them to Raihan as a “We are doing great!” But there was something missing from our perfect honeymoon.

“I’m going to go get changed out of my suit, okay?” I call over my shoulder as I walk away from Leon who is toweling off his hair from our day spent swimming in the ocean.

He pulls the towel away from his head and lets it rest around his shoulders. Leon smiles and nods, “Sure, baby. I am going to pull the leftovers out of the fridge and reheat them. Maybe throw in a movie while we eat before we shower off?” His voice is sweet, and after spending all day with him out in the sun with his abs on full display, I can’t help but feel a little more hot and bothered under the Alolan rays.

I nod as I walk in, feet leaving wet footprints on the tile as I move from the back deck and inside to our room. I wait and watch Leon enter the house at the opposite end of the deck, smiling to myself at the fact that he would be in for a surprise soon. I bite my lip at the memory of Leon’s hands on me on our wedding night, and the fact that I had told him to wait. Now finally being on our honeymoon I thought we would revisit the feelings of that night, but no luck. We had spent so much time together but at the end of the day we hadn’t done it. Which we had been waiting to do while we were away so we could solely focus on us, and of course we had with everything we had been doing. If I was at all honest, I just didn’t know how to bring it up at this point.

I walk over to the dresser and rifle through the bottom drawer and pull out a set of lingerie that I had bought specifically for the occasion. The white, lacy number had soft decals around the breasts, double strapped in an interket pattern paired with a white cotton thong with lace decal and straps that attach to matching garters. Once on I look at my reflection, fluffing my hair and eventually tossing on one of Leon’s shirts which easily hid everything but the bottoms of the large garters. I smile at myself in the mirror before skipping down the hallway.

I find Leon in the kitchen, humming to himself while our favorite movie plays on the television screen, the title music looping from being on too long. I bite my lip as I take him in, Leon’s hair is pulled up into a ponytail and his shorts are dangerously low on his hips, skin tanned under the Alolan sun. I waltz up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso, making him hum happily as he taps away on his phone. I press a few soft kisses into his back and allow my hands to move on their own, one sliding up his front to his pec while the other falls south, nails scraping against his skin just gently enough. I bite my lip when I hear his breath hitch, thinking that maybe something would happen when the microwave beeps, making us jump in surprise.

Leon chuckles and detangles himself from my grasp moving over to grab dishes from the cabinet. “Uh,” his voice is nervous and his cheeks are slightly pink, “Why don’t you grab our drinks and start the movie and I’ll get the food, yeah?”

I hum, moving past him to grab a beer and a wine cooler from the fridge, wiggling my bottom at him as I do before looking over at him. I get the last glimpse of his eyes falling back to my face and putting on a nervous smile. “Sure thing, Leo.” I purr, walking past him and back into the living room. I settle on the couch and toss a blanket over my lap, smiling over at him as he comes back over, plopping down beside me and handing me my plate as I start the movie. Now I just have to pace this correctly.

Once we finished eating I cuddle into Leon’s side, his arm resting around my back and keeping me pressed against his side as he made comments about the movie. After a bit, the hunger for him had started growing, and I finally decided to just deal with it.

I whine in annoyance, catching his attention easily as I shift so that I wasn’t nestled in his side, stretching out my back. “Not comfy,” I whisper, making him laugh.

“Probably tight from swimming all day, I can rub your back if you want?” He looks at me with sweet eyes. I watch as they go wide as I move to straddle his lap, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck and pressing feather-like kisses there. He sighs underneath me, hands moving to rub softly into my back, “Did you just want to cuddle closer, (Y/N)?”

“I always want to be as close as possible,” I tease, lazily kissing his jaw. I hear him sigh again, hands moving to trace my calves and run up and down my clothed back. I slowly start to nibble on his neck, sucking and nipping gently on his skin as his hands tighten on my waist.

Leon’s breath hitches before he lets out a soft chuckle, “You, uh, you wanting some attention, love?”

I hum, moving away from his neck to take a look at the new marks on his neck. I can see his eyes are darker, half lidded in contentment. His hand cups my face as I lean down to capture his lips in mine. Finally. I slide my hands around his neck and leave one there before tugging his hair out of its ponytail, tangling my other hand inside as one of his hands slide behind my head to angle my head better. We kiss lazily for a long time, and I finally decide to move our little make out session a step further. Slowly I move away from him to take a breath, kissing his lips a little more forcefully as I grind my core over his center.

Leon pulls away with a pop, his eyes falling to where our centers were meeting. He looks back at me as he smiles slyly “You sly little thing, this is what you wanted? Why not just tell me?”

“I figured,” I pause as a wave of pleasure runs up my spine. “I figured showing you was better.” I whisper, his hands sliding to cup under my thighs and moving me softly. I tug at his hair and bring his mouth back to mine as his hands slide up and cup my ass, and I can feel a smirk playing on his lips as his hands slide against the garters.

He pulls away gently, looking at me with a devilish smile, “Darling, what do you have on?”

I smile and run my nails down his chest. I lean forward and let my lips linger by his ear, speaking softly, “Why don’t you find out?”

I feel his hands squeeze my ass, making me moan in surprise before his hands move to grip my shirt and tug it up until he has it almost over my head. I hear how he groans and I pull the rest of the shirt off before tossing it somewhere. His eyes linger, tracing the details as he starts brushing his fingers against the fabric. He pulls me forward, a gasp leaving my mouth before it turns into a moan, his lips mouthing at the skin of my neck before dipping down and on top of my chest. I tangle my hands into his hair again, tugging as I start to grind again against him.

He moans softly, and that prompts me to detangle my hands and go to unhook my bra, but he stops me. “I, I want to do it,” he mutters, hands sliding around to attempt to unhook the clasps. The longer he takes the harder he bites down on my collar bone. I whimper, moving to unhook it quickly as he runs his tongue over the new mark. His hands are squeezing and helping me grind down on him, and I can definitely tell that he is hard underneath me. Leon dips his head down and sucks a nipple into his mouth as one hand leaves my ass and falls to the opposite breast. I throw my head back and moan, making him groan against my skin as he moves to bring my mouth back to his.

“Leon,” I whisper, listening to him groan softly. “As much as I would love to stay here and-”

“I’d rather plow you into the mattress.” He states, making me groan as he lifts me up, standing and kissing me deeply as he walks back to our bedroom. I tug at his hair gently, keeping him as close as possible. I feel him pause, and I feel him place a knee on the bed. Leon is crawling on the bed while I am koalaed to his front, the same way he pulls me into bed on nights he is gone too long, or like the first time I had come home to him in Galar.

He lays me down so that I am laying in the middle of the bed, head resting on the pillows. Leon changes his pace, suddenly trailing kisses down my body, he takes his time on my chest, making me moan and sigh contently. As he gets lower, I look down at him, watching as his amber eyes look back at me, a small smile forming on his lips. “Darling, I know I said I wanted to plow you into this mattress, but I think I want to do something else with you, if you would let me.”

“Whatever you want,” I whisper, blushing as he kisses my hip softly. He wiggles down further until he is settled between my legs, and before I can ask, he kisses the wet patch on my panties, making me shudder and whimper out.

He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, looking at me with soft eyes. “Can I take these off, baby?” I nod, but he waits, “Need to hear you, love.”

“Yes, baby.”

He hums, a soft “Good girl,” falling past his lips as he attempts to get my panties off. He attempts to get them and the attached garters of with one tug, but the popping of seams makes him pause and look at them in confusion.

I giggle, sitting up just enough to unclasp everything and point out what needed to come off.

Leon chuckles, “Why was that so complicated?” He settles between my legs, pushing me down in the process.

“Believe me, putting it on the first time was a pain in the-” A gasp falls past my mouth as Leon licks a stripe up my core, causing my hand to fly to his hair.

I feel him chuckle into my center, testing the waters on what I like and don’t like, what gets the most noises out of me. I feel his mouth suck around my clit as his fingers pump into my core, a loud moan falling past my lips as my back arches. I hear him laugh as he pulls away from me, moving an arm over my hips to keep me down. Leon hums into me, recognizing the way I shutter. A gasp falls past my parted lips as I pant, the knot in my stomach tightening.

“Lee…” I whimper, tugging at his hair.

“Gonna cum, love?” He muses, rolling his tongue around my clit, “Cum for me.”

I gasp again as my body shudders, mind falling blank at the way Leon is playing my body. I whimper as he continues to pump his fingers into me, moving his face against my thigh as I whimper. I mewl as he adds a second and third finger into my core, pumping relentlessly as he leaves hickies all over my thighs.

“I,” I whimper, turning my head into the pillow and biting the fabric as I try to close my legs around his hand. “I never usually, never usually try and-”

“Oh, so my pretty girl has never done anything like this? Does she like my fingers pumping in and out of her?” Leon coos, nipping at my stomach in between the question, causing me to clench around his fingers. It doesn’t take long before I am cumming again, and Leon places his mouth over my core again to lap it up.

I feel Leon move above me, lips soft as he kisses my skin. My eyes flutter open and I give a lazy smile to him as he comes level with me. “How are you feeling, love?” He kisses my cheek before kissing my lips softly.

“Like putty,” I giggle, moving to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. It’s softer than how we had been on the couch. He lazily peppers my face in kisses, body still spasming gently as I come down from my high.

He presses a kiss to my temple, moving so his lips brush against my ear as he bucks his hips into me. I moan softly as I hear him chuckle, “You okay for one more round?” I open my mouth to respond but he continues to buck against my center, making me whimper and moan.

“Lee, I-”

“Use your words, baby, what do you want?”

I gasp again, tangling my hands into his hair as I tug his face back so that I can look at him. He smiles as he brushes his nose against mine. “You, I want you, Leon,” I whisper, using my feet to carefully push his swim trunks down as far as I can get them.

He kisses me softly, moving to reach to the side and grab something off the side table. He tears the wrapper of the condom before sitting up on his knees to push his shorts down and slip the condom on. He leans down and kisses me again, muttering a soft “Ready?” against my lips.

I nod, and thankfully he doesn’t wait any longer before sliding into me. We moan in unison, his head falling into the crook of my neck. He starts to pump in and out, keeping his pace slow unlike the last two times. He moves to bring one of my legs up for a better angle, making me moan loudly underneath him. He keeps the same pace, the knot in my stomach growing again already.

“You close, love, I don’t think I will last very long.” Leon groans, gasping as he pumps into her.

“Not to far behind you-” I whimper,

He sighs, lifting his head to meet my gaze. “You feel so good around me,” he whispers.

The two of us moan in unison as we hit our highs, my head lulling back as he rests his head against my chest. We lay like that for what feels like an hour, the two of us slowly catching our breaths. Eventually he pulls out of me with a groan and I wince at how over sensitive I am.

Leon rolls to the side sighing at the cool sheets.

“Okay,” I manage to whisper, “Have you been spying on me masterbating or some shit, that was way too good.”

Leon looks at me and smiles, “I know you, I think I should know how to make my wife feel like she’s on cloud nine.” He chuckles before pulling me into his side. His hand tangles into my hair as he rubs my head, my hand falling across his chest. “Holy shit.”

I immediately laugh, “That good?”

He shakes his head before kissing my forehead. “Better than what I imagined.”

I hum, kissing his chest before speaking, “Guess I will need to return the favor at one point-”

“I mean, you don’t have to…” He smiles softly, cheeks tinted pink.

I move to sit up a little, almost falling in the process at the fact that my legs still felt like jelly. I giggle as he holds me up, leaning down to kiss his lips softly, “I’ll get you when you least expect it.” After a few minutes lazily making out and cuddling, my ears pick up on the movie still playing in the living room.

“I think the heros are storming the castle-”

“Oh my God, Leon,” I giggle, laughing into his side. I sigh after a minute before shifting away from him.

“Where you going-”

“I have to pee, no need to get an infection.”

“Oh,” Leon chuckles, sitting up as I slowly slide out of bed, “Uh, I’ll go turn the movie off, then we can cuddle more?”

“Or you can leave it playing until the television turns off-”

“The television doesn’t turn off here on its own-”

“Then fuck the movie, stay there, I will be back!” I yell making Leon laugh loudly as I disappear, my heart happy and my body glowing. Oh, if this is the rest of my life I could die happy.

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A/N: WE ARE AT THE END! I hope you all enjoyed! ~CG

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CS Father’s Day OS - “Of Love and Fathers”

Rating: G

Summary: A very fluffy Father’s Day one shot featuring Killian’s first Father’s Day!

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As usual, Killian woke at the crack of dawn and was at Hope’s side the second she stirred awake. Emma was sure he spent hours watching Hope sleep, hopelessly wrapped around her finger. If it was up to Killian, he wouldn’t spend a second apart from his baby girl. He could watch her curious blue eyes take in the world around her for the rest of his life and never tire of it.

In her nightstand, Emma has Killian’s first Father’s Day card right under the gift-wrapped box containing her gift to him. She and Mary Margret had a few - okay a lot - of laughs while attempting to shop for both Killian and her dad. The thought of buying Captain Hook, the pirate captain from the enchanted forest who spent much of his life in Neverland, a set of power tools nearly killed them. Really, purchasing them for him might have resulted in Killian killing himself. David, on the other hand, had taken up a few too many DIY projects around the farm. And as cliche as it is, Emma thought she’d get him some kinda power tool set thing. Honestly, she got him exactly what he had asked for because really what did Emma and Mary Margret know about power tools other than that David used them and that sometimes (read: often) they were loud. All this to say that Killian’s gift took a much longer time to figure out. Emma’s lucky it was ready in time for today.

Once soft sounds of a fussy baby start seeping through the baby monitor, Emma hears Killian’s gentle coos. “Good morning my little love.”

Emma giggles right along with Hope. Hearing the fearsome pirate captain coo to a baby in the sweetest voice imaginable still made her laugh a little. Slipping out of bed, she grabs her robe from the closet and makes her way to her husband and their daughter. Killian is leaning over the crib, tickling Hope’s belly telling her over and over again how pretty she is while she laughs at the ridiculous faces he’s making.

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Nearly a year ago Emma was feeling particularly miserable to the point that Killian, at times, wanted to stab himself with his own hook just to stop her from screaming at him for just about everything. If she wasn’t testing his patience, she was throwing up or crying which hurt him in an entirely different way.

After a particularly grueling morning, Emma took the day off from work. In the quiet solitude of an empty house, her mind was clear enough to recognize what might be going on which, of course, led to more crying. Because they hadn’t talked about this. Because she wasn’t sure they were ready. Because she wanted this so desperately. Because part of her knew that in their conversations about the future, the unspoken meaning of “we” was “us and our children.”

So she took a test. And it was positive. And it took every fiber of being to not run down to the station and shower Killian in a million and more kisses.

When Killian got home that night, Emma was waiting for him in the living room with a pale yellow gift bag which might have confused him if he wasn’t so happy to see her smiling at him.

“Are you feeling better, love?”

“Much better,” Emma said, handing him the bag. “I have a surprise for you.”

Killian kissed her cheek as he took the bag from her. He pulled out a small white onesie with a blue anchor on it and read the text out loud. “Daddy’s little sailor?” He asked. Then it hit him and his eyes met hers. “Swan are you pregnant?” Killian asked softly, his voice barely a whisper as tears pooled in his eyes.

Emma nodded. “We’re having a baby.”

Killian swept her up in his arms, careful not to hurt her with his hook, and spun her around. When her feet touched the floor again he kissed her. She could taste his tears against his lips. His hand was still clutching the small item of clothing. “We’re having a baby,” Killian repeated. “I’m going to be a Papa.”

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“A shilling for your thoughts, love?” Killian’s voice pulls her out of her thoughts. He was cradling Hope, who was clutching Killian’s hook with her tiny hands, in his arms.

“I was just thinking about how wonderful you are with her.”

Killian grins, dipping his head to press his lips against Hope’s temple. “I never thought it was possible to love someone this much.” Hope’s wide eyes watch the way the morning sunshine dances on the shiny silver of Killian’s hook that now dons a rubber pink protector to keep Hope from hurting herself on the end of it.

Emma wraps her arms around his waist from behind, resting her cheek against the back of his shoulder. “Happy Father’s Day, Killian.”

Killian is genuinely confused. “Happy what?”

“Father’s Day.”

“Are you making up holidays now, Swan?”

Emma released him from her arms and moved to step in front of him to figure out if he’s joking with her or not. He’s not. “Have you never heard of Father’s Day?”

“No.” Killian sighs. “I never had a father worth celebrating.”

Emma tries to remember celebrating in years past but the first few Father’s Days here she spent alone with Mary Margret and David and when Killian came into her life he’d cover for them at the station so they can spend the day together. This time, a new deputy was covering so that Killian could enjoy the day as well.

“Well,” Emma starts, “remember when we celebrated Mother’s Day? This day is yours, babe. You’re a wonderful father and we love you so much.” Emma turns to Hope, tickling her belly. “Isn’t that right Hope? We love Daddy very much.” Hope giggles in response, causing Killian to smile.

“Daddy loves you too my little starfish.”

Emma kisses him softly. “We’re heading to my parents for a barbecue around 3 but the whole morning is yours. We can do whatever you want.”

Killian raises an eyebrow at her. “Whatever I want?”

Emma rolls her eyes. “Aye, Captain.”

He looks at Hope. “Want to spend the morning on the Jolly, little starfish?”

They spend the morning on the Jolly, enjoying some brunch and the sea breeze while the ship remained docked. They walk Hope around the whole ship as Killian talks incessantly about the ship and his adventures and Emma listens, enraptured as always by the way Killian tells a story (even ones she’s heard multiple times). He’s a real-life storybook character albeit with a more indecent past with the women he’s seduced and the people he’s killed and stolen from. She finds it amusing how he skips over those parts when he’s talking to Hope.

Truthfully, Killian’s biggest fear is still what Hope will think of him when she finds out. It’s impossible to hide his past when it’s written in Henry’s storybook. As many times as Emma reassures him that Hope will love him not matter what because he’s her daddy and she’s his starfish and he is absolutely brilliant with her, Emma knows this fear will be something he lives with for a long time.

Time flies as Killian recounts his adventures and soon it’s time to head over to see her parents. Henry, Robin, Regina and Roland beat them there and Henry and Roland are already sparring with David by the time they park the car. Mary Margret fawns over Hope, complaining that she doesn’t get to spend enough time with her beautiful grandbaby and Killian nearly frowns when she’s no longer in his arms. Robin greets Killian with a clap on the back

“I think it’s time for presents!” Mary Margret squeals after they have dinner on the back deck. Henry leaves with her to grab everything. Somehow the two of them manage to carry everything to the table and both David and Killian blush furiously.

“Mine first!” Henry says, handing David a large wrapped box. Inside was a new saddle blanket for David’s horse in Northeastern University red and white. After a bear hug from his grandfather, Henry handed Hook a red gift bag. “Happy Father’s Day, Hook.”

It took Killian a second to process what was happening. He would’ve cried if he didn’t have a reputation to maintain. “Thank you, mate.” Inside was a dark grey t-shirt with white and gold lettering that read “Northeastern Dad.” Pulling the shirt out of the bag and reading what it said, pushed Killian over the edge, a single tear slipping from the corner of his eye. He quickly stood and pulled Henry into a tight embrace. “Thank you.”

“Mom got a Northeastern Mom one when we were moving in. I thought it was time you had a matching one. Now you can both look equally embarrassing when you’re moving me in in August.”

Killian chuckled. “Don’t give her any -”

“That’s a BRILLIANT idea!” Emma squealed.

“Ideas.” Killian sighed as he finished his sentence, still smiling brightly at the family he now had, the family he had always wanted but never believed he deserved.

“Okay okay. It’s my turn.” Emma said. David opened the set of power tool things and proceeded to explain what he would use each tool and feature for. Finally, it was time for Emma to give Killian his gift. It was a small wrapped box, only slightly larger than the size of Killian’s hand. In the box is a pocket sundial. Since Killian refuses to wear a watch, Emma thought this would suit him more. It’s solid brass and with his name engraved on the outside and a photo of him and Hope from the first time they took her to the Jolly on the inside. “Happy Father’s Day, babe.” Killian looked up from the sundial to see Emma holding their daughter. His heart was suddenly filled with more love than he ever believed was possible for one man to feel.

Robin rested his hand on Killian’s shoulder. “Happy Father’s Day, mate. Isn’t it the best feeling in the world?”

Killian grinned at his friend. “Aye. Happy Father’s Day.”

Roland gave Robin a handmade card, which was quite possibly the most adorable thing in the world, and a new set of arrows that were hand painted fun colors (which were clearly a joint effort between Regina and Roland).

Mary Margret, as a joke, had t-shirts that said “Hot Dads of Storybrooke Crew” on them made for David, Robin, and Killian which elicited howls of laughter from all three of them when they opened them at the same time. Their last names were on the back, like a jersey, and their numbers reflected the order in which they became fathers - Nolan 01, Locksley 02, Jones 03. The rest of them roll their eyes at the men’s now even more inflated egos. Seconds after opening them, the “Hot Dads of Storybrooke Crew” plans to wear them together at Roland’s next soccer match. Town summer soccer matches turn into mini festivals with all different food being sold for fundraisers, music and dancing for the kids, and adult beverages for the parents.

Hope was fast asleep on the drive home and Emma was barely awake herself while Killian drove. He put Hope to sleep while Emma showered and got ready for bed. She read a bit of a book Killian had recommended to her while he did the same afterwards before climbing into bed.

“Emma?” Killian asks, rolling on his side to face her.

She knows by the look in his eyes that this is moving in a more serious direction. Killian clearly has something on his mind. Emma sets the book down and turns on her side to face him “What’s on your mind, Jones?”

Killian's hand rests on her hip. “I uhm -”

Not often does Killian get flustered, but now he was blushing furiously. “Talk to me, babe.” Emma cups his cheek, her thumb stroking soothingly.

“Have you thought about having another baby?” Killian whispers.

“Maybe.” Emma grins. “Have you?”

“Aye.” Killian returns her smile.

“And do you want another baby?”

Killian kisses her softly. “Aye, love.”

“Me too.” Emma rests her forehead against Killian’s. “Watching you with Hope has been the most incredible thing in the world, Killian. I love you with all my heart.”

“I love you, too. Always. To the end of the earth and time.”

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CO 1110: From Snow to Sand

The Vuolos host friends, and take them from snow to sand in one weekend. Joe and Ben host a Dad-chelor Party for John. Joy & Austin share exciting news with their family.

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Minor Miscarriage TW: Mentions of Miscarriage at the end of the episode, as Joy announces her pregnancy and hosts a gender reveal.

In LA, the Vuolos' friends James and Seung Hye are in town. They've been friends for a while, and have been on the show before. James photographed Jeremy's proposal to Jinger, and came to visit in Laredo and are now visiting LA. Seung Hye says California is so warm and nice, and asks how they're settling in. Jinger says it feels like home, and they are excited to snow their friends around. Jeremy says LA is one of the few areas of the country where you can quickly go from snow to sand, and that is the plan for the weekend. Everyone is excited for this plan.

Joe and Ben are throwing John a Dad-chelor Party- a play on "Bachelor party" for someone about to have a child. But Gracie came early, but they've decided to go ahead with the party anyway. Ben says it will be fun to have some guy time and celebrate with John. They're gonna do the "ultimate man food" steaks, and lots of games-diaper basketball. Spurgeon asks if he can go, and Ben says yes. They head to go shopping. First, they go to the butcher shop and the grocery store. They go to Jer & Jed's place, and Ben wets diapers in the sink. The guys arrive from the Duggar house- and Ben and joe have gotten funny tshirts for everyone- uncle shirts for the younger guys. Spurgeon says James is his favorite uncle, because he fixes stuff when it's broken. Austin's shirt says "I Make Cut Babies" and Josiah's says "Ask Me About My Dad Jokes." In talking heads, they tell dad jokes.

Back in California, the friends arrive at the mountains of Big Bear Lake. It's a bit warm, but there is snow. Another friend, Madison, watches Felicity while everyone else heads up the mountain. Everyone is excited for tubing, and they have fun heading down the mountain. Jeremy teases James for wearing a Team USA Olympic jacket, but James did a photoshoot for figure staking Olympians. After tubing, they head to the alpine slide- you ride on a little sled, and you can control your speed as you go. The Vuolos both head out and go fast- but Jinger uses her break a little, so Jeremy wins. James and Seung Hye go next, and James goes quickly as well. Seung Hye uses a heavy hand on her break and moves more slowly. Everyone teases her, and she makes it to the end of the hill. Everyone had a fun day, and they are excited to go to the beach tomorrow.

Back in Arkansas, John arrives at his Dad-chelor Party. John says they have been doing well since Gracie arrived, and they've been laying low and staying home so much. Ben sets everyone up to play diaper basketball-it's best of 5. Everyone has fun shooting and making jokes, and it ends up in a tie of John, Jer, Ben, Justin and Josiah with 3 each. They have them step back and go again. Justin ends up winning the tiebreaker. Next up, the steaks are served without any sides. As they eat, they talk about Gracie- and John says Abbie does most of the late nights to feed Gracie. In a Talking Head, Abbie says if she woke up him, he would do anything she needed. Joe says he doesn't wake up, he's a heavy sleeper-and Austin says he's a light sleeper and wakes up Joy. Josiah, Austin and Ben recount their experiences with newborns, and Ben says Ivy is their easiest baby yet. John says Gracie relies on them for everything, and taking care of her is a privilege and an honor. Ben asks everyone to give encouragement to John, and says he is an encouragement to his family and he is excited for them. The other guys say they knew John would be a great dad because he was a great big brother, and they joke about the boys room. JB asks John what he misses about the boy's room, and John says "absolutely nothing," and everyone laughs. The other brothers talk about what a good person John is, and Austin talks about how he always also saw John as a role model: he's wise beyond his years, and Austin is looking forward to seeing him raise Austin. Ben says it is important for guys to affirm and encourage one another. John says the party was a lot of fun, and he really enjoyed it. JB says they should do this for every new grandbaby, and Justin jokes they'd be over every week.

Back in LA, the Vuolos and friends head to Venice beach for a picnic. Felicity is so cute, and she loves the beach and food. She is very social, Jeremy says, and she is talking a lot to James and Seung Hye. Felicity is also particular, and she doesn't like to have anything on her hands. Jeremy says it is nice to be in a place where they can do things like this, and they should be more intentional about planning days out. Jeremy says while Felicity means they have to include extra planning, it is cool to see her explore the world. James asks Jeremy if he's been in the Pacific, and Jeremy says no. Jeremy and James agree to plunge in after lunch. They talk about kites- and Jeremy says he doesn't remember flying a kite ever. Jinger says they flew kites all the time growing up, but she's never done it on the beach. There is no wind on Venice beach that day, so Jeremy sprints to get it up in the air- it doesn't last long. Felicity is not impressed with the kites at all. After running around with the kites, the guys are ready to plunge into the ocean-and they both run into the very cold pacific. It was freezing, but both guys are pleased with their dip. The Snow to Sand adventure was a big hit.

Joy and Austin are expecting, and they are excited to reveal the gender to their family. Joy says the pregnancy has been harder since time since their loss, but the whole family is thrilled for them. The family gathers up together outside, and Jessa says just about every gender reveal has been used up so far. Joy is having John fly over in a helicopter and drop confetti over the group. The helicopter approaches, and everyone is looking for the color. Everyone guesses blue or pink, and Joy is so excited as the helicopter comes closer. Pink confetti rains down on them, and everyone celebrates. Michelle is surprised it is another granddaughter-and everyone is excited for another little girl. This baby means it will officially be 9 boys and 9 girl Grandduggars. Everyone is excited, and this reveal was over the top. Joy says it has been a tough road, but she is excited and thankful everything is ok.

#CO season 11 #recap #counting on #miscarriage mention

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