#Matthew James Ratajczyk/ Baby Mattie

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 617, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: I am so sorry for not posting an update last week, but real life caught up to me! As an apology, I will post chapters 617 and 618 of Tattooed Wings and chapters 23 and 24 of Princess of Candy Coated Lies! Not only that, however I will also update chapters 20-40 of Tattooed Wings as well!

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Katie was sick for the rest of the day, eventually leading to the doctor on call to give her an IV for dehydration. I had sent Jackie a text, asking her to bring some chicken noodle soup for her niece. Elizabeth woke up and was automatically loopy, giggling and singing loudly before she conked out once more and woke up in a more lucid manner. The babies spent their time between their sisters and the patio, where they had discovered a nest of ladybugs living in a bush.

Peter and I both had made up a bed on a pull out futon that a nurse lugged in for our usage, and Pamela had stopped by with a duffle bag that she had packed with clothes for the family. Cathy stopped by a little while later with a portable baby cot for the babies to nap in, and Ephraim popped by with chicken noodle soup that Evans had made.

Peter’s sister and nieces and my brothers and their families popped by in groups of two or three, not wanting to overwhelm the sick girls. Jackie didn’t show up, which I thought was odd of her. I asked Ephraim if he knew what was going on with my little sister.

“I have no idea what is going on with her to be honest with you MC,” he told me as he loosened his tie from around his neck. Baby Olivia Rose was busy bopping around with the Ratajczyk babies, having already been accepted by ringleader little girl. Caleb and Julie had also came by with Baby Calista, and little girl looked absolutely overjoyed at the newest additions to her beloved army of babies.

Evans proudly presented me with his newly published cookbook, This Kitchen is Cooking With Love, which he signed with a flamboyant flourish at my request.

Katie would still get urpy from time to time, however not as horribly as when she first woke up. Elizabeth on the other hand was back to her otherwise happy go lucky, energetic self after her crash nap following waking up from oral surgery and was quickly approved to get out of bed and play with the Ratajczyk babies with only an IV drip feeding medicine into her arm port.

Gideon came in with a wrapped box, something that he found and bought as an impulse buy and figured that he could bestow his gift onto his two nieces. Elizabeth and Katie both tore into the wrapped parcel and came up with a Hunter a Killer mystery activities box.

“Cool!” yelled Elizabeth. “Thanks, Uncle Giddy!”

Gideon only smiled in fondness as the girl tore opened the box and pulled out evidence- a manilla envelope with writings in dark brown-black ink, photographs, a blood stained glove, autopsy reports, witness statements and a white domino face mask stained with dark red fingerprints.

“A Murder at the Masquerade Ball,” Elizabeth read from the introduction manual out loud. “Valentina Franklyn is a world renown author of the Lady Letter Mysteries series. When she is sent an invitation to attend a swanky masquerade ball by an anonymous friend, the bestselling mystery author finds herself enveloped in a real life murder and must utilize her knowledge to find the murderer.”

“DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!” screamed little girl dramatically before erupting into sweet baby giggles right before she returned to her favorite pastime of bossing her minions around.

Gideon snorted in mirth before returning back to his conversation with Peter on what was going on in Washinton DC. I returned to my current pastime of knitting Minion hats for the babies by using soft yellow, bright white and dark black yarn. I was knitting a Gru-like scarf of pink and green for little girl, cackling silently as I crafted witchcraft with my two knitting wands.

“Finished!” Forty minutes later, I called the babies over and dressed them in their new apparel.

Little girl turned to the other babies with a somber expression on her chubby face.

“MINIONS!” she yelled, summoning their attention. “At daybreak… WE ATTACK!”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…” chorused the babies, causing Peter to bend over in half wheezing.

The babies began to talk to one another in “Minionese” making Peter need to sit from laughing at how adorable the Ratajczyk Minion were being.

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“Mommy, mesies wantsies Babbles!” Baby Jojo babbled just then, toddling up to me with an ingenious expression on her befreckled face.

“BABBLES!” the babies took to chanting next. “BABBLES! BABBLES! BABBLES! BABBLES! BABBLES! BABBLES! BABBLES! BABBLES!”

“Here, babies!” Katie tossed them the uneaten banana from her breakfast tray.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…” went the babies as they swarmed the banana in Baby Mattie’s hands.Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

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[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 616, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1112

“Hihi there mo stór,” I crooned softly as Katie was bought into the room, her bed being locked into place and a nurse adjusting her hanging bags of fluids. “Mommy is here, mommy loves you.”

“And mesies babies!” little girl chirped, toddling up to me and climbing to perch in my lap with a quiet babble. “You cannot forget about mesies babies Mama Wen Wen!”

“Oh you are right!” I frowned at her before enveloping my arms tightly around her and placing my chin on top of her little head. “Mama Wen Wen cannot forget about little girl’s army of babies!”

At that very moment, a quiet knock at the door turned out to be Peter, leading the way for Elizabeth to be brought into the hospital room on a bed.

“Hey there,” Peter greeted me softly, obeying little girl when she threw her arms up with a quiet grumble. “A softball hit Bitty in the jaw, collapsed her teeth in. She had to have the braces surgically removed and have her teeth reassembled back into their proper place and have her jaw wired shut.”

“Poor baby…” I winced at the clear picture that Peter had painted as he took a seat into an uncomfortable hospital chair and was swarmed by the little clan of Ratajczyk babies, all demanding to be picked up and cuddled.

Once Peter had all the babies squished in tightly to his chest, Ryley knocked on the doorframe before entering the room, grabbing the girls’ files from the door.

“Hihi Uncle Pete, Hihi Mary Claire, hihi little girl, hihi Baby Tommy, hihi Baby Noah, hihi Baby Eve, hihi Baby Mattie, hihi Baby Teddy, hihi Baby Jojo, hihi Elizabeth, hihi Elle, hihi Katie, hihi Jing,” Ryley greeted everyone with a smile. “How is everyone doing?”

All the babies gave her double thumbs up, to everyone’s amusement as Ryley pulled up a chair to talk to us.

“Katie’s surgery hit a little snag by the way of her break being more severe than what the X-rays initially said,” she started off with. “Dr. Xi had to use a bigger piece of metal to infuse to help her foot heal itself.”

“Ah,” Peter hummed as Baby Mattie climbed up onto his daddy’s shoulders.

“Elizabeth had to undergo oral surgery for her knocked back teeth and have her jaw wired shut,” she continued speaking. “The oral surgeon on call was able to fix her teeth and she may or may not need to have braces again, depending on how she heals up.”

“Owwie ow ow,” said Baby Tommy as he crammed her hand into his mouth for a good chew.

“But they both will be alright?” Peter demanded to know.

But before Ryley could answer, a groan sounded out from Katie’s bed.

“Mo stór,” I sighed, crossing over to stroke her gentle with gentle fingers. “Mommy is here, mommy loves you.”

Katie dry heaved before rolling over and puking violently over the side of her bed. I was quick to grab Jing and held her out of the danger zone with concerned eyes.

“Ew,” bemoaned Baby Teddy, wrinkling his little nose in disgust.

“I’ll go grab housecleaning,” Ryley announced as Peter brought the trash can over for her to continue being sick into.

“Little girl, can you please go and take the babies outside?” I requested, pointing my lips over to the door that led outside into a little patio. I watched as the five year old ringleader unlocked and opened the door before herding everyone outside.

“Just let it out, just let it all out now,” Peter rumbled gently as a woman came in with a cart of cleaning supplies at the ready.

The woman quickly go to work with cleaning Katie’s sick up from the floor and set a fresh set of bedsheets onto my chair for me to change once she was done being heads over heels sick. I just gently rubbed the puking girl’s back as Peter stood holding the trash can for her.

Katie finished puking and fell backwards into her pillows with a pathetic little groan.

Little girl poked her head in, racing in to stand up on her tiptoes and patting Katie’s hand.

“There, there,” she bubbled adorably with her little dollie tucked in firmly into the crook of her elbow. “There, there.”

Peter burst out into chortles at the little dear being kind to her older sister, who could only let out a soft moan as I came out of the bathroom with a fresh toothbrush and a bottle of water.

“Hey there now mo stór,” I crooned. “Do you want me to brush your teeth or do you want to do it yourself?”

Katie made grabby hands for her toothbrush, which I handed to her after she took a swig of water and spat out into the trash can.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled before rinsing and spitting into the trash can. “Where is Jing?”

“Right here!” I handed her American Girl dollie back over to her. “Do you want anything to eat?”

“I wan’ sleep…” she mumbled before leaning back into her pillows and conking out almost at once.

“Alright now Katie,” I hummed as Peter collected little girl into his muscular arms. “You go get some sleep now.”

Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

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[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 622, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1051

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:

As how last week was so gash darned busy and I was unable to update chapters 61-70 of Tattooed Wings this week, I shall update chapters 61-80 of Tattooed Wings to make up for it!

“What’s the safe word, my love?” I purred as Isabelle tied my naked husband to the bed, vibrating cock ring wrapped tightly around the base of his magnificently erect length.

“Blueberry…” Peter whimpered, his eyes hazy and unable to focus on anything for more than a brief moment.

“Good boy.” I summoned Isabelle to me and the both of us began the steamy night off by making out hungrily as we both disrobed to reveal black and greem lace.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUZZ sang out Peter’s cock ring as he squirmed and whined, unable to work himself off.

I tossed my head backwards as Isabelle’s kisses moved down my slim, heavily befreckled body, the master bedroom filled with pants and grunts and moans and whines. I laid back onto my elbows, watching with hooded eyes as Isabelle began to eat me out, gasping as she slurped away at my womanly cavern.

“Oh…”

GASP

“Oh…”

Moan

“OH!”

And with that, I squirted gloriously with a high pitched groan, slumping backwards into the bed as stars danced before my gaze. I turned my head and watched as Peter’s cock released an impressive arch of his manly essence.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…” snarled Peter, his arms tight as he panted and twitched violently before he went limp.

“My love…” I mewled as I wriggled my way to his side as Isabelle uncuffed him before wrapping a condom onto his girthy length. “How many times did you cum already?”

“Two times sweetheart,” he confessed as the family nanny mounted him.

“I love you, my love,” I purred as Isabelle began to bounce up and down, giving chasing to her happy ever after as she cupped at her AA sized breasts.

“Mommy? Daddy?”

The three of us exchanged eyes before hurriedly scrambling to right ourselves by getting dressed and remaking the bed once more. Isabelle went and opened the window to air out the room while I went over to open the door.

“Mommy, Baa bee Teddy’s nosie has booboo,” Baby Jojo announced, following me as I charged down to Baby Tommy’s big boy bedroom, where he and his siblings were having a “big kids only sleepover” with itty bitty sized sleeping bags and the babies’ prized plush toys.

I found Baby Tommy with his tiny hands clamped tightly around Baby Teddy’s bloodied nose. Baby Mattie toddled in after me with a fresh, sealed tissue box and Baby Eve was keeping everyone’s toys off to the side.

“Oh my goodness, sweet Baby Teddy,” I crooned worriedly as I swooped in for the rescue. “Is you little baby man nosie broken again?”

He looked up at me with sleepy eyes just as I was trading places with Baby Tommy.

“Mommy, mesies sleepies whensies Baa bee Ted Ted’s nose broken,” he told me as Peter appeared in the doorway just then, wearing sweatpants and a backwards T-shirt.

Baby Tommy sniffled before pattering off into the bathroom to wash up as Peter heaved his son up into his arms.

“Sweetheart, come now,” he ordered me before racing out. “You can text Ryley, but we need to go to the hospital right now.”

“Alright, bye bye sweet babies.” I rushed after Peter, smiling at Isabelle as the three of us piled into my husband’s Doom Buggy 3.0.

“I’ll keep an eye on the babies!” she called out, reassuring me as I buckled myself in, taking a bubbling Baby Teddy into her arms.

Twenty minutes later, Peter parked haphazardly into the main parking lot of Lincoln Memorial, telling me to go off inside and get Baby Teddy checked in. Ryley was there at once to bring us back into an exam room and cauterize Baby Teddy’s broken baby nose.

“Baby Teddy, Baby Teddy, little brave cutie pie,” I sang in a quiet voice as Ryley worked. “Baby Teddy, Baby Teddy, you’re a brave little man.”

Baby Teddy suddenly let out a sneeze and a bubble of blood blew up from his nostril. He giggled, blowing more air into the bubble before it finally popped at about three inches, splattering blood onto his face and ears.

“Mommy, mesies bubble!” he cackled happily as Ryley moved to the other side.

I hummed softly, only looking up when Peter came into the exam room, taking a seat over in a chair as he waited patiently.

“Hey there little man,” he rumbled pleasantly once his niece had finished and handed him off. “You gave your mommy and your daddy quite the scare.”

“Daddy, mesies wantsies a milkie milk pleaseies?” he begged next, giggling as his father shot him a look.

“After all of that, now you want a milkshake?” he repeated incredulously, causing me to let out an ugly snort of amusement. “Well then, ask mommy. This is out of my daddy hands hands now.”

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 610, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1193

“Hey sweetheart, Men’s Health wants to do a photo spread of me in my golden years,” Peter grumbled as he read through his emails on his laptop computer. “They want to know if they can send a photographer out to the house for a day.”

“Oh, fun!” I hummed, hallway to sleep. “Do you want to do it?”

“Not really, no,” he grumbled. “But my agent wants me to be more in the public.”

“Ah.” I closed my eyes and curled up into a ball, sighing happily as my mind began to drift off.

“They want to get some pictures of me doing cutesy things with the kids and you being the amazing woman that I fell heads over heels in love with,” he continued to bitch as I drifted off to sleep again. “And also, they-”

I was out.

~xoXox~

I woke up the next morning to Peter snarling and whimpering as Isabelle bounced herself up and down upon his steelen dick.

“Oh yesyesyes…” she whimpered, her chunky braids swaying against her shoulders as her dark toned skin glistened in sweat and cum.

“Jesus fuck!” hissed out Peter, going limp as his orgasm was ripped out from his mighty cock. Likewise, the family nanny let out a loud moan right before rolling off of my soulmate, freeing his half deflated length as she laid there in a clear sex coma.

“Good morning my love. Good morning Isabelle.” I meeped, rolling over to my other side, where I kissed my lesbian lover. “Did you both sleep well last night?”

“I did!” Isabelle answered, letting out a whine when I positioned myself at her still leaking center, where I began to lazily eat her out. “OH-”

Peter collected himself once more before positioning himself behind me, peeling off his spend condom and sinking into me with his hand wrapped around my slim waist and his knees positioned on either sides of my legs.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH…” I yelled softly, continuing to slurp up Isabelle’s womanly slick. Isabelle entangled her fingers into my sleep tussled curls, egging me on with waning moans and feeble tugs.

SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

With a bewitching groan, Isabelle released with the tiniest of squirts before slumping back backwards into the pillows and covers, drifting off to sleep.

Next, Peter came with a muffled bellow, his seedless river gushing deep into my womb as he spun me around before picking me up and tenderly cradling me close to his burly chest.

“I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS Peter pressed hungry kisses to my face as he worked me off towards my happily ever after.

“I love you daddy,” I mewled, throwing my head back with a loud whine as my rush screamed out of me, drenching his cock and gray curls that grew down under his boxers. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH… YESYESYES… Just like that- JUSTLIKETHAT!”

And then, the three of us came at the exact same moment of time before collapsing back into the bed in a panting, wheezing mess. Peter settled me and Isabelle on either sides of him as he drew the blankets over the three of us before pressing whiskery kisses to our temples.

~xoXox~

When I came to next, I found Isabelle and I both in the tub, enjoying a peaceful soak while Peter puttered about in the master bedroom, stripping the bed and making it with fresh bedsheets.

“Good morning, Mary Claire!” Isabelle greeted me brightly, leaning over to kiss me. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“I did,” I answered, humming as she handed me my washcloth to wash myself. I scrubbed my skin clean before I began to brush my fingers through the thick tuff of bright red curls that grew at my apex. I freed the otherwise sticky curls before laying back and letting Isabelle wash me.

The both of us sat there in silence, only giving the other lazy kisses as our hands wandered about, pinching and caressing the other.

“Oh!” I went slack as my final orgasm was torn forcefully from my body, Isabelle seeming to sense that I was ready to tap out. My glazed over eyes took in Peter as he entered with the dirty bedsheets in hand, where he dumped them into the laundry basket. I was unable to look away from his deflated length as it bobbed and nodded to an invisible beat.

“Peter, do you still have one more in you?” the family nanny asked, letting out a screech when Peter came over and snatched her up to his chest, crushing a bruising kiss onto her mouth as he expertly rolled a fresh condom onto his now full dick. “Oh fuck-”

A savage snarl was ripped out from in between my soulmate’s lips as he swiftly impaled himself deep with her and began to pull out and push in.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP

I was unable to tear my eyes away from their point of union- my handsome husband giving the family nanny a good and sound dicking.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP

“Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck…” panted Peter before throwing his head back as a howl exploded out of him, his hips stuttering painfully as Isabelle squirted cutely around his massive cock plugging her. “You alright there now Izzie bear?”

“I am, thank you daddy,” she responded woozily as I was getting out of the tub to wrap a towel around my nude figure. She then passed out with a woozy mewl just as Peter was freeing Peter Jr.

Peter caught my eye before pressing another sweet kiss to her temple.

“Daddy loves his Izzy bear,” he told her before tugging me in. “And daddy loves his sweetheart.”

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 620, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1312

“Knock knock!” someone called out, before entering the girls’ shared hospital room to reveal Cara from American Girl. She carried two bags, each packed with doll boxes galore.

“Hihi!” Katie beamed excitedly, her eyes on the bags as Cara set them down before taking a seat into a chair. “What do you have there?”

“Prototypes of your dolls and their outfits and accessories!” The corners of Cara’s eyes crinkled pleasantly as she reached down and handed the girl a doll box each.

When they opened them, Elizabeth burst into tears and Katie’s face grew a painful smile.

“She’s so pretty!” Elizabeth blubbered as she took out her mini me and hugged her tightly. The Elizabeth Ratajczyk dollie had light skin, freckles that crossed from one cheek across her nose and spilled onto her other cheek, and a little bald head. She wore an adorable violet and chocolate striped dress with a knee length high-low skirt, puffed sleeves and a dark lilac waist cincher. Her black ballet flats had detachable steampunk themed spats, her wrists wore little lacy gloves and earrings and a necklace decorated her ears and neck.

“I love her!” sniffled Elizabeth.

Katie’s little Katie was dressed casually in jeans, a dark red and hot pink baseball T-shirt and royal blue high tops converses. Her accessories included a beaded bracelet, a backwards baseball cap and a pendant with a Chinese characteristics. The dollie featured a thick neck, a visible tongue in place of buckteeth, and spirally curls in a soft black color.

“Wowee!” Katie gasped gleefully. “She so prettiful!”

Cara next handed them miniature doll boxes, which turned out to be Elle and Jing. Elizabeth’s tears only grew messier while Katie’s beaming grin only grew bigger.

“Jing Jr.!” she proclaimed the tiny dollie with a happy smile. “This is so cool!”

“And now, if I can show you their collections…” Cara pulled out two boxes and handed them to the emotional girls. “This is your renaissance faire collection. Included are chemises, lace up kirtles, buckled slippers, a flower crown for Elizabeth and hair ribbons for Katie, belts, pouches and miniature outfits for Elle Jr. and Jing Jr. The renaissance faire big pieces collection contains of an archery target, a longbow, a recurve bow, two sets of six arrows tipped with purple and red feathers each, two sets of eating ware, fae wings for Katie, stickers for Elizabeth’s head to mimic faux tattoos and traditional faire foods.”

Elizabeth was still crying, summoning me to cross the room and perch on her bed, welcoming her in as she sought of a cuddle with mommy. I cooed  at my daughter softly, wishing that Peter would just hurry up and return from taking the Ratajczyk babies out exploring.

“Are those happy tears or sad tears?” I hummed softly as I wrapped my arm around her and rubbed my hand against her back.

HIC

I pulled away and stared down at the bawling girl, who was now beginning to wildly hiccup.

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

“Is she alright?” Cara asked, an amused smile on her face.

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

“She’s fine, I think,” I told her, stroking her head with gentle fingers. “She’s just expressing her joy and excitement at being an American Girl doll of the year in her own special way.”

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

Just then-

PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT-PAT

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

“Incoming!” I laughed as a sudden explosion at the door announced the arrival of the Ratajczyk babies- Baby Tommy, Baby Noah, Baby Eve, Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy and Baby Jojo.

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

The happy babies promptly swarmed me and their crying sister, Baby Tommy helping his younger siblings up onto the pushed together beds.

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

“And so now your music collection has a standing harp and a Celtic harp for Elizabeth and a piano and a kantele for Katie,” Cara continued speaking as Peter trooped into the hospital room just then. “And also- a music stand, a bench and sheet music for Black No. 1 and other Type O Negative songs including Someday Soon.”

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

“Oh, I almost forgot about Someday Soon!” I confessed, tilting my head to smile at my handsome older husband. “Someday Soon was a single that I released back when I was a student at Julliard’s.”

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

“Why am I learning that now?” he wondered, pulling a chair over to sit in while staying within easy arms reach of me and his daughters.

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

Cara continued to show off prototypes of the girl’s collection- school lockers, bedroom sets, a craft room including a sewing machine and a 3D printing machine, a nursery for Bitty Baby sized Ratajczyk babies and plush sized Daisy, Mittens, Felix, Jack Sparrow and Primrose.

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

“BABY BABIES!” Katie screeched joyfully, hugging a little girl dollie.

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

Baby Toomy picked up his mini me.

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

“Mommy, mesies no lookies like this!” He threw the doll off to the side before pouting and being picked up by his father.

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

“Oh Baby Tommy…” Peter chuckled as he rested his chin on top of his son’s head. Baby Eve picked up his dollie and pattered over to me, offering the toy to the great mommy goddess.

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

I giggled as I accepted the toy, taking in the baby’s chubby tummy, dark baby curls and sparkling hazel blue eyes.

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

“I don’t know Baby Tommy…” I hummed. “Your mini me dollie could be your twin!”

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

He scrunched up his face.

HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC HIC

“NONONONO!”

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[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 618, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1060

“Hey!” Isabelle announced herself, coming into the girls’ shared hospital wearing a bubble backpack. When she turned to close the door, I saw Mittens looking like a happy kitty in a cat backpack.

“Mitties!” squealed little girl as she led the charge up to the family nanny.

MEOW Mittens perped as Primrose appeared from behind the motherly cat, chittering as Isabelle set the backpack down and opened it.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…” screamed the babies as they swarmed the Ratajczyk pets with gentle hands and excited eyes. Mittens leaned in deeper to the scratches and sweet words, her green eyes closing as a loud purr erupted out of her.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR…

“MITTIES IS BAE!” little girl declared as Primrose was busy exploring the hospital room.

“MITTIES IS BAE!” the babies repeated, clearly agreeing with little girl.

Peter had been taking a sip from a water bottle but had no choice but to spit out his drink from roaring with laughter at little girl’s cult of babies. He wheezed and coughed as he reveled in the babies’ adorableness.

“Oh my babies,” he gasped as a knock at the door turned out to be Ken Anderson carrying two bouquets of flowers- one of pink baby roses, blue violet petals and white baby breaths and was wrapped with purple paper and the other was a gathering of wildflowers and was wrapped with pink paper.

“Hihi mama and papa and Ratajczyk cubs!” he sang out as he moved across the room to settle the flowers onto the windowsill, where there were vases of flowers as provided by Type O Negative fans and PeteClaire shippers. I had posted to my socials and had asked that flowers be sent to the nurses and other patients instead of to us. The next day, the nurses’ station was overflowing with flowers, to which they had all thanked me.

“Hihi, Mr. Ken!” Elizabeth still wasn’t able to open her mouth fully, and was now receiving speech therapy with someone who would come and take her out on walks around the hospital. The girl had taken to bouncing a tennis ball while walking, a tick for calming her anxiety, or so she told me.

“Hihi Elizabeth!” The corners of Ken Anderson’s eyes crinkled. “How are you doing?”

Isabelle was the only person at home right now, and she would let Daisy out back to do her doggy business and feed the Ratajczyk pets. She came in every other day with the mail that she would pick up at the family PO box.

“I’m doing good, Mr. Ken!” The entire family was taking two weeks off from rehearsals for The Nightmare Before Christmas- a Broadway Musical in order for the two eldest girls to heal enough before returning to the Paper News Theater for run throughs for the newest Tim Burton musical. “Katie and I composed a song together- it’s called The Waltz of the Pumpkin King and His Ragdoll Queen.”

“Do you want to hear it?” Katie asked from where she was working on her calligraphy for her Chinese class on her bed. “There’s a piano in the library just down the hall, and Isabelle brought Lizz Lizz’s Celtic harp with her for her to practice on!”

“If it’s alright with your parents, then of course!” Ken Anderson responded with, glancing back over to where I was hosting Primrose in my lap as I knitted a Vinnland flag blankie.

“It’s alright with me!” I hummed as I worked peacefully. “Peter took the babies out to go explore the garden, so I’m the one holding the fort down here.”

MEOW Mittens meowed loudly as she darted out from underneath Elizabeth’s bed, clearly experiencing a case of the kitty zoomies.

“Okie dokie mommy!” Katie chirped as she got out of bed, taking her IV drip pole with her as she and her sister pattered out of the room with Ken Anderson close on their heels.

“Go straight to the sunroom and then back again- no detours!” I called out as a nurse entered the room. Primrose and Mittens both knew to hide whenever hospital employees would stop by.

“Hello, where are the girls?”

“They took Ken Anderson to the sunroom to show him a song that they wrote,” I replied, my focus on my knitting project.

“Ah, fun! Are all of your kids musically gifted?”

“Well, so far, only Elizabeth and Katie show an interest in music and play instruments,” I told the nurse as I got started on another row. “Little girl and Baby Tommy are beginning to show interests in what brings them joy- I’m thinking of enrolling little girl into gymnastics and Baby Tommy seems to want to dance with big sister Elizabeth Drew. However, the dance studio where she is currently enrolled at only accepts students aged five and over, so we’re going to need to wait until he turns five in a few months.”

“Neat! Well then, if you could excuse me to go and change out the girls’ IV drips…”

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[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 613, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1072

“Okay Katie, here we gooooooooooooooooooooooo…!” Ryley started up the saw and began to slice Katie’s cast off of her leg.

When Peter and I had returned with Katie for another X-ray for her broken foot six weeks previously, my husband’s doctor niece had wanted to refit Katie with another plaster cast, this one being a hot pink color. Now, we were back again for yet another X-ray and to make plans as to what we should do if the break hadn’t healed to the point where Katie could run about, then surgery would be heavily considered.

Peter had lobbied a lawsuit against the parents of one Daryll Johnson- while on the one hand I understood that there was only so much that could be done to tame the disabled child. But both little girl and Katie had Down’s Syndrome, the two special little ladies were not as wild and untamed as other children, and so this led me to believe that Daryll reined terror over his household, using his disability as an excuse every time someone would try to discipline him.

“Okay- wow.” Ryley pried the cast away from Katie’s foot and was rewarded with a bright purple bruise. “Yes, I would definitely say that we have something to be worried over. I would need to have more X-rays done before I can come to a conclusive diagnosis though.”

“Daddy, can you carry me?” Katie threw her arms up as Peter stood, taking her into his arms and following after his niece, leaving me with Elizabeth and the babies.

I smiled as Elizabeth began to wrangle the toddling babies, smiling and cooing down at them as they bopped around the exam room, doing adorable little babying things.

“Mommy?” Baby Tommy meeped as he toddled up to me. “Ca’ mesies bitday be at bouncy housey?”

“You want your fifth birthday at a bouncy housey?” I repeated. “What a fun idea!”

“I was telling the babies about a birthday party that one of the girls from my ballet class went to,” Elizabeth explained. “And oh, speaking of which, there’s a set of fraternal twins- one takes ballet, the other takes jazz. Mary Hope gave me a birthday invitation to their twelfth birthday party next month. I told her that if I was unable to attend, that I would bring a gift for her and her twin. I completely forgot about the party- I’ll get you the invitation when we get back home again, alright?”

“Ah, okay,” I hummed, understanding at once before returning my focus back onto Baby Tommy. “Let mommy and daddy talk about it, alright.”

“Their names are Mary Hope and Faith Ellan Wilson,” Elizabeth continued to chatter on. “They’re both really sweet and enjoy knitting- I taught them how to knit and they’re working on making Christmas jumpers for their parents!”

“Fun!” I knew of Elizabeth starting a knitting club at the dance studio, where she and the students would all congregate together whenever they could do so to exchange balls of colorful yarn and pattern ideas. Pictures had been posted to the dance studio’s Instagram and FaceBook pages, along with a monthly pizza party for the newfound club. So far, there were twenty four little girls already committed to the club, and the pictures of little girls in a rainbow of leotards and a mashup of colorful tights giggling as they knitted quietly together was so sweet.

@Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official, Elizabeth started up a knitting club at ballet school!

#ballet #dance #bunhead #knittingclub #likemotherlikedaughter #lookatmylittlegirl #livelaughlove

@kellykent, NICE

@agrannyandherneedles, oh how it warms my withered heart seeing a new generation of little knitters hard at work!

@Pete­r_Steele===========8) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW

@midnightshadowpuppet, #gogolittleknitters

@chocolaterobotchicken, wow, now I want to pick up knitting!

@lzziegreen, KNIT KNIT KNIT KNIT

@therealpetersteeleoffical, that’s my Bitty!

@MissMittensthemotherlycat, MEOW

I giggled at the responses marching downwards in the comment section before tucking my cell phone away into my bra once more. I looked upwards as Peter came back into the exam room, his handsomely bearded face pinched with rage and worry.

“Katie needs surgery,” he announced in an abrupt tone of voice, settling the battle wounded little girl back onto the uncomfortable bed.

“Katie needs a strip of metal screwed into her foot to ensure that it heals completely,” Ryley clarified, entering the room and shutting the door behind her. “I can go grab the paperwork you need to fill out to move forward.”

“Yes please.” Peter looked PISSED. “Can you do the surgery today?”

“I’m not a surgeon, I’m a trauma room doctor” Ryley commented dryly, handing over a clipboard and a pen.

I quickly signed everything, eager to have Katie feeling well once more as she and Elizabeth had fun with the babies. Meanwhile, Ryley was telling Peter and I what to do before the surgery- don’t eat after midnight, eat a healthy meal of vegetables, lean meats and whole grain and get plenty of rest.

“Alright, that should do it now!” Ryley announced as Peter was handing her the filled out paperwork. “I’ll see you all tomorrow, alright?”

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[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 613, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1070

“Okay Katie, here we gooooooooooooooooooooooo…!” Ryley started up the saw and began to slice Katie’s cast off of her leg.

When Peter and I had returned with Katie for another X-ray for her broken foot six weeks previously, my husband’s doctor niece had wanted to refit Katie with another plaster cast, this one being a hot pink color. Now, we were back again for yet another X-ray and to make plans as to what we should do if the break hadn’t healed to the point where Katie could run about, then surgery would be heavily considered.

Peter had lobbied a lawsuit against the parents of one Daryll Johnson- while on the one hand I understood that there was only so much that could be done to tame the disabled child. But both little girl and Katie had Down’s Syndrome, the two special little ladies were not as wild and untamed as other children, and so this led me to believe that Daryll reined terror over his household, using his disability as an excuse every time someone would try to discipline him.

“Okay- wow.” Ryley pried the cast away from Katie’s foot and was rewarded with a bright purple bruise. “Yes, I would definitely say that we have something to be worried over. I would need to have more X-rays done before I can come to a conclusive diagnosis though.”

“Daddy, can you carry me?” Katie threw her arms up as Peter stood, taking her into his arms and following after his niece, leaving me with Elizabeth and the babies.

I smiled as Elizabeth began to wrangle the toddling babies, smiling and cooing down at them as they bopped around the exam room, doing adorable little babying things.

“Mommy?” Baby Tommy meeped as he toddled up to me. “Ca’ mesies bitday be at bouncy housey?”

“You want your fifth birthday at a bouncy housey?” I repeated. “What a fun idea!”

“I was telling the babies about a birthday party that one of the girls from my ballet class went to,” Elizabeth explained. “And oh, speaking of which, there’s a set of fraternal twins- one takes ballet, the other takes jazz. Mary Hope gave me a birthday invitation to their twelfth birthday party next month. I told her that if I was unable to attend, that I would bring a gift for her and her twin. I completely forgot about the party- I’ll get you the invitation when we get back home again, alright?”

“Ah, okay,” I hummed, understanding at once before returning my focus back onto Baby Tommy. “Let mommy and daddy talk about it, alright.”

“Their names are Mary Hope and Faith Ellan Wilson,” Elizabeth continued to chatter on. “They’re both really sweet and enjoy knitting- I taught them how to knit and they’re working on making Christmas jumpers for their parents!”

“Fun!” I knew of Elizabeth starting a knitting club at the dance studio, where she and the students would all congregate together whenever they could do so to exchange balls of colorful yarn and pattern ideas. Pictures had been posted to the dance studio’s Instagram and FaceBook pages, along with a monthly pizza party for the newfound club. So far, there were twenty four little girls already committed to the club, and the pictures of little girls in a rainbow of leotards and a mashup of colorful tights giggling as they knitted quietly together was so sweet.

@Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official, Elizabeth started up a knitting club at ballet school!

#ballet #dance #bunhead #knittingclub #likemotherlikedaughter #lookatmylittlegirl #livelaughlove

@kellykent, NICE

@agrannyandherneedles, oh how it warms my withered heart seeing a new generation of little knitters hard at work!

@Pete­r_Steele===========8) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW

@midnightshadowpuppet, #gogolittleknitters

@chocolaterobotchicken, wow, now I want to pick up knitting!

@lzziegreen, KNIT KNIT KNIT KNIT

@therealpetersteeleoffical, that’s my Bitty!

@MissMittensthemotherlycat, MEOW

I giggled at the responses marching downwards in the comment section before tucking my cell phone away into my bra once more. I looked upwards as Peter came back into the exam room, his handsomely bearded face pinched with rage and worry.

“Katie needs surgery,” he announced in an abrupt tone of voice, settling the battle wounded little girl back onto the uncomfortable bed.

“Katie needs a strip of metal screwed into her foot to ensure that it heals completely,” Ryley clarified, entering the room and shutting the door behind her. “I can go grab the paperwork you need to fill out to move forward.”

“Yes please.” Peter looked PISSED. “Can you do the surgery today?”

“I’m not a surgeon, I’m a trauma room doctor” Ryley commented dryly, handing over a clipboard and a pen.

I quickly signed everything, eager to have Katie feeling well once more as she and Elizabeth had fun with the babies. Meanwhile, Ryley was telling Peter and I what to do before the surgery- don’t eat after midnight, eat a healthy meal of vegetables, lean meats and whole grain and get plenty of rest.

“Alright, that should do it now!” Ryley announced as Peter was handing her the filled out paperwork. “I’ll see you all tomorrow, alright?”

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 611, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1045

“Hello!” I greeted the woman as she parked her car in the driveway. “You must be Millie Blackfield from Men’s Health! Come in!”

Millie stepped into utter madness.

“WALL!” screamed little girl, sending the Ratajczyk babies into forming a shield wall. Little girl had been learning about Vikings in her kindergarten class, and had been busy in reenacting her learnings with her army of Ratajczyk babies. “PULL!”

Katie was doing gentle yoga stretches and wriggling her toes that were confined in her bright red 3D printed cast. Elizabeth was curled up nearby devouring a copy of Nancy Drew and the Spider Sapphire Mystery. Their American Gil dollies were sitting “pretty as a peach” next to each other, their adorable buckteeth smiles lighting up the room.

“What can I get pictures of first?” Millie asked, not even blinking an eye at all the mayhem as Baby Jojo rolled a ball towards her feet. She gently kicked the ball back over towards her way, being greeted with a wild screech of glee from the little girl as Daisy rocketed out from who knows where and grabbed the ball.

“Upstairs, Peter is having me help him with his hair.” I pointed my lips towards the stairs.

“Ah, perfect!” Millie trailed after me, pausing to let me yell down to the kids that Elizabeth and Katie were in charge and not to make a big mess. “The kids seem like they’re good and well behaved. Can you let me into your secret?”

“Peter and I had made it obvious that the house is a safe place where it’s completely acceptable to be vulnerable and cry or to be enraged and scream and cry and tear things about. This house is full of love, and nothing more,” I answered, breaking out into a happy smile at Peter vacuuming the floor of our shared bedroom.

“Hihi sweetheart,” he greeted me affectionately, turning the vacuum off and standing it up by the door as a reminder to go back downstairs again. “Where do you want us?”

~xoXox~

I had spent the better part of an hour putting more black hair dye onto my handsome older husband’s graying scalp. I had elected to do so wearing my favorite pair of jeans and lacey underwear that gently skimmed my waistband, providing people with the briefest glance of green lace. I had thrown my wayside curls up on top of my head in a messy bun and wore no t-shirt, granting access to my beloved angel wings tattoos that crossed over my back. I stood in between Peter’s knees as I brushed dye onto his roots, with his tattooed fists gripping my hip and the back of my neck, creating a delightfully arousing sight, even with Mittens twirling herself around our ankles.

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK

MEOW Mittens said, looking up at the two of us before erupting into a thunderous purrs.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

“Good kitty,” I giggled, pulling away from Peter to scoop the motherly cat into my arms and turn back to face Millie as Peter began to wash his head in the shower, kneeling by the side of the tub to do so.

MEOW Mittens looked utterly pleased with herself for some reason or other as I smothered the sweet tempered cat with kisses.

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK

MEOW Mittens rolled herself onto her back, resembling a tiny little baby being cradled in my arms. She gently bapped my chin, earning her a kiss on her pink nose from her human mommy. MEOW

With a chattering chitter, Primrose suddenly exploded into the bathroom, clearly having a massive case of skunkie zoomies.

“Oh, that’s right, you have a pet skunk!” Millie asked, shouting out with laughter as the family pet skunk leapt onto her foot with an excited chitter.

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW yowled Mittens, not budging from being her human mommy’s source of concealment from Millie as she continued to take pictures.

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK

Just then-

THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD

Millie stopped taking pictures and ducked out to investigate the sound of what could only be described as a herd of elephants wearing sunglasses thundering up and down the stairs again. I took the moment to set Mittens back down again before redressing myself back into my comfy bra and crop top as Peter folded up his wet locks into a towel turban.

“Let me guess- Daisy and Jack Sparrow are engaged in stair zoomies?” I called out in a teasing tone of voice as Millie came back into the bathroom, shaking her head in amused disbelief.

“You’d be correct,” she smiled, her camera hanging from a strap looped around her neck, narrowly avoiding stepping on Primrose as the skunk zoomed out of the bathroom to go join Daisy and Jack Sparrow with a thousand and one excited chatter.

“Welcome to yet another average day at the Ratajczyk house,” I droned, leaning my hip into Peter’s side. “Now that you’re here, you aren’t allowed to leave ever again.”

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 601, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1031

Two hours later and one Caitlyn Ratajczyk had been fitted with a bright pink cast on her broken foot. Ryley had advised that Katie elevated her foot whenever she could, not to get her cast wet and to wear her walking boot whenever she would be on her feet.

“So I can try out for the color guard club?” Katie asked, brightening up at the doctor’s approval. “Awesome!”

“Just don’t overdo it, mo stór,” I warned her in a motherly tone of voice. “You have a serious injury- you need to take care of your body now!”

“Yes mommy!” she agreed with a happy giggle before limping off after Elizabeth as the two girls experienced a massive case of the zoomies with the babies.

“Do you two want me to make copies of everything for Katie’s school file?” Ryley asked Peter and me, removing her glasses to wipe them using the hem of her t-shirt.

“Yes please, my wife and I are not paying a penny towards Katie’s care,” my husband gritted out through clenched teeth. “I swear, parents these days are using their kids’ disabilities as an excuse to get out of shit.”

“I agree wholeheartedly with you, my love,” I sighed as Ryley excused herself to go and make copies of the paperwork.

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

I peeked out the door and was unable to hide the face splitting grin from overtaking my face. The babies were all doodling on Katie’s cast, using markers from the nurse’s station and Elizabeth was overseeing everything, keeping a close eye on all of the babies.

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

“I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE AHHHHHH”

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

“Hihi Walter!” I greeted Baby Kit’s father. “Are you in the hospital lobby now?”

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

“Hello, Mary Claire. I just parked and will be making my way up to the hospital in a minute.”

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

“Okay, I’ll go grab Baby Kit and get her ready to hand her off to you!” I hung up and stuck my phone back into my bra before going out and collecting Baby Kit into my arms. “Can you wave goodbye?”

“Bye bye!” she babbled cutely, waving her little baby hand to the kids as I whisked her out into the lobby, where I smoothly passed her off to her father just as he was entering the hospital lobby. “Daddy!”

“Hello there, kitty cat!” he laughed, tossing her into the air and catching her. “Thanks again for watching her.”

“Oh, no need to thank me! It’s always a pleasure!” I laughed, booping the blind child’s nose playfully.

After chit chatting for a few more minutes, Walter and Baby Kit went off on their way and I returned back to the examination room, meeting with Ryley as we both crossed paths.

“Hihi Ryley,” I greeted her with a smile. “Can Katie get a removable cast in a few weeks?”

“It’s too soon to know for certain, but Katie did suffer a serious break,” she took me, pushing her glasses up further onto her nose. “But I would have to say as of right now that the answer is no.”

“Ah, okay.” I took a quick picture of Katie frolicking around the hospital, being certain to keep her weight off of her foot, sending the photograph to Ken Anderson.

KEN THE MAN: oh no, is Katie okay?

MARY CLAIRE: she broke her foot at school today.

KEN THE MAN: oh no, poor baby! what accommodations can I make for her to make it easier for The Nightmare Before Christmas- a Broadway Musical?

I smiled at how sweet the man was.

MARY CLAIRE: no idea what accommodations she’ll be needing. Stay tuned?

KEN THE MAN: absolutely mama!

I giggled before posting the picture to my personal Instagram.

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@kellykent, OH NO POOR KATIE GET WELL SOON KATIE

@petesteele4ever, sending hugs from Portugal!

@Pete­r_Steele===========8) broken bones are no fun! But at least Katie has a rad colored cast!

@midnightshadowpuppet, OH NO OH NO OH NO NO NO NO

@chocolaterobotchicken, oh no what happened?

@lzziegreen, get better soon!

@MissMittensthemotherlycat, oh no, not my kitten!

I smiled at all of the sweet messages being sent our way before tucking my cell phone back into my bra and reentering the exam room, where I found Ryley providing Peter with four identical folders of X-rays, notes and other such papers.

“I made four copies of everything,” she told him with a smile as the kids trickled back into the room. “If you need absolutely anything else at all, you all have my phone number.”

Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 594, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1050

“There are the Ratajczyk babies now!”

Peter and I were both watching grainy security footage as police officers crawled all over the Chuck E Cheeses location. We watched as Governor Paul Thomas Grantsville came into frame, picking up Baby Noah before turning to walk off. Little girl latched onto his leg and wouldn’t let go until he reached down to pull her off, rewarding him with a strong bite on his hand. Baby Tommy zipped of, probably to go find his daddy as the governor shook his hand, gritting his teeth as he finally threw off the child, hurling her into a wall. He then turned on his heel and disappeared around the corner. Little girl picked herself up, clearly dazed as she wobbled about on her two feet before promptly breaking down into messy tears.

“That’s my girl!” Peter chuckled, fond pride on his face.

“Peter,” I grounded him with a stern voice before turning to the chuckling police officer in the room. “What happens now?”

“We’re looking for the governor’s properties and we will dispatch officers to go pay him a visit.”

“Oh,” I whimpered out from my place on Peter’s lap, tucking my face into his manly chest. “My love, do you think we can try for a restraining order?”

“If I may interject myself here, any judge would be a fool to turn away your request for legal protection.”

“Thanks,” Peter grunted, pressing a whiskery kiss to my temple before standing and exiting the cramped back room with me cradled lovingly in his muscular arms. “I’m taking you and the kids home now- it’s best to allow the professionals to work now.”

The only thing that left my lips was a choked cry before tears began to freely flow down my face as I pressed myself in deeper into his chest.

After we all had been tucked away in the car, I thought to call James- he and his husband had both been whisked away to Mercy Memorial in an ambulance, Ryley having been called and on standby to tend to her uncle’s goddaughter.

“Yeah, she suffered a concussion, and she’s been ordered to take it easy for the next six weeks,” James told me, his voice a mixture of worry and pride. “A police officer swabbed her month- she bit the sonofabitch so hard that she drew blood. The DNA evidence will be used to help identify the perpetrator.”

“We’re bringing little girl’s presents with us to our house,” I told him as Peter began to approach the car with his arms full of presents. Little Christopher trotted off at his side, helping with packing the gifts into the back of the Doom Buggy 3.0. “You or Aaron can come by and grab them whenever is best.”

“Thank you, Mary Claire.” I could only picture him slumping in a chair in an exam room with Ryley working her doctor witchcraft on little girl. “What would I ever do without you?”

“You’d be single and childless,” I told him bluntly, barking out a laugh at the look I felt him shooting me. “Well, you did ask me!”

“Mommy, is liddle gurl okay?” Baby Tommy meeped out, chewing on his little baby fist.

“Little girl’s head suffered a booboo,” I told him as Peter climbed into the driver’s seat and strapped on his seatbelt. “Hihi my love.”

“Hihi sweetheart,” he greeted me in a gentle rumble. “Are you on the phone with Aaron?”

“I’m actually on the phone with James,” I gently corrected him.

“Daddy, liddle girl got a booboo on her head!” Baby Tommy spilled the tea as Peter pulled out from his parking spot, being careful not to run over any of the kids.

“A booboo?” Peter gasped, coming to a halt at a red light. “Poor little girl.”

“She’ll be alright, my love,” I told him, retucking my cell phone back into my bra and reaching across to settle my hand onto his tense knee. “Kids always bounce back- they’re resilient that way.”

“I know they are sweetheart,” he chuckled, taking off when the light turned from red to green. “Bitty when she suffered that knot on the side of her head, Katie after CPS stepped in and took her away from her parents, little girl after that despicable excuse of a human being broke in and threatened to harm her, little girl after that racoon attacked her, little girl after she was born on the toilet…”

“Alright my love, I get it, I get it!” I told him, wrinkling my nose up at him as he turned onto the freeway to take his family home once more.

My babies are so strong and loving, I thought as I glanced behind me, seeing Baby Tommy sandwiched between Baby Mattie and Baby Teddy and Elizabeth and Elle, Baby Jojo and Katie and Jing in the very back. Please don’t grow up so quickly. Can you please remain as mommy’s sweet babies for just a little bit longer?

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 605, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1128

“Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, little round tummy,” I sang as Baby Tommy drifted off to sleep in my arms, having received his eyedrops and taken his oral medication for Bell’s Palsy. “Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, kiss kiss kiss.”

“Kissie, kissie, kissie…” he babbled as I pressed a motherly kiss to his temple before laying him down in the space between Peter’s and my marital bed. “Kissie, kissie, kissie…”

I turned to where Peter was browsing on his laptop computer, his glasses teetering dangerously on the edge of his nose as he read the clearly interesting article on his screen.

“My love?” I hummed quietly as Baby Mattie let out a snort before curling in deeper to his little sister. “What are you reading?”

“An article on Bell’s Palsy in children,” he answered me, his voice also soft as he finished reading and shut his laptop computer down for the night. “I’m trying to educate myself more on what Baby Tommy has.”

“Ah,” I cooed, punching my pillows and making them comfy to relax into bed for the night. “You’re the best daddy to our kids.”

“And to you?” he teased me, laying down and rolling over so that we both could continue talking to each other. “Am I your daddy as well?”

“You will be a dead daddy if you don’t shut up and go to sleep,” Katie grumbled just then, causing me to cover my mouth, stifling my giggles of mirth.

“Sorry Katie,” Peter apologized at once before leaning over everyone to bless me with a sweet goodnight kiss. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight my love,” I whispered. “See you in the morning.”

“Finally!” huffed the half asleep little girl. “Now go to sleep!”

~xoXox~

The next day, Baby Tommy was back to doing baby zoomies, but now he was wearing a dark green eye patch to protect his unblinking eye from becoming injured while he recovered from his mild case of Bell’s Palsy. The other babies seemed to pick up on the fact that he had suffered a baby booboo and were all gentle with the chubby little man as they all raced around the house and got into mischief.

“Mommy? Can I take a bubble bath?” Katie asked me, limping into the kitchen, her bright red cast covered in messy scribbles from the babies. “Please?”

I looked up from scheduling a time to have Ryley take more X-rays of Katie’s broken foot in preparations of fitting her with the 3D cast that Elizabeth had made.

“Sure, let me wrap your cast up.” I opened the cupboard underneath the sink and took out a trash bag, grabbing the roll of duct tape that was on the kitchen counter. “Lead the way now!”

Once I had wrapped Katie’s cast to not get wet, I returned back downstairs, where I found Elizabeth teaching the babies a sweet hand slap game of Down by the Banks.

“Down by the banks of the hanky panky, where the bullfrog jumps from bank to banky, with an E, I, O, U, it got on a lily with a big kerr-plop!”

Giggles and hugs all around as Baby Mattie scooped back, joining Baby Tommy and Baby Noah.

I smiled at the sweet picture, and snapped a quick picture.

@Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official, look at this #too sweet #Ratajczykfamilymoment! @elizabethharp and Katie both are literally the best big sisters to the babies!

#Ratajczyksisters #thebestbigsisters #Ratajczykbabies #sweetmemories #livelaughlove

@kellykent, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW…!

@midnightshadowpuppet, yes the bestest sisters to exist in the whole wide world

@chocolaterobotchicken, hold on to these memories, because they won’t remain this small forever!

@therealpetersteeleoffical, my sweetheart is the reason why Bitty and Katie are awesome big sisters to the babies! #fightme

@MissMittensthemotherlycat, THOSE ARE MY KITTENS #MEOWPOWER

I giggled at the stack of comments before tucking my cell phone away back into my bra once more, watching as the game progressed until finally, it was just big sister Elizabeth and little sister little girl.

“Down by the banks of the hanky panky, where the bullfrog jumps from bank to banky, with an E, I, O, U, it got on a lily with a big kerr-plop!”

Little girl let out a triumphant screech as she was declared the winning,

“YAY YAY!” she yelled as the other babies began to dance around her, creating the picture of little worshippers paying tribute towards their goddess.

“YAY YAY!” they happily chorused, almost all at once as Peter came in from his office. “YAY YAY!”

“Sweetheart, why are the babies so happy?” he wondered as little girl charged up to her favorite person in the entire world and sat on his foot with a quiet little babble.

“Oh, they’re the slaves of the great Little Girl goddess herself,” I deadpanned, breaking out into amused laughter as he scooped up the happy five year old girl before being swarmed by the Ratajczyk family babies.

“Are you a goddess little girl?” he chuckled, picking her up and then holding her up to his face with a playful glower on his face.

“Pook!” she giggled, poking him in the eye and then cackling as he almost dropped her.

“Jesus, little girl!” he grumbled.

“JeeJee Chris looks like me!” little girl declared cheekily.

“If you say so!” Peter then turned to me, creating such the funny picture of him holding little girl with the other babies attached to his legs. “Sweetheart, what are you making for dinner?”

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 593, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:

Welp, I started writing another Peter Steele FanFiction. Let me know down before in a comment if you want me to start posting it!

WORDS: 1210

I giggled as I kept an eye on little girl and the babies just having fun bopping all over the Chuck E Cheese. I couldn’t help but notice Christopher refusing to interact with any of the kids, instead moving away from his mom whenever she would try to talk to him.

“Hey, can I try?” I asked her, nudging her elbow. “Mom to mom, sometimes kids need someone else to talk to.”

“Yeah, would you please?”

I smiled at her before taking a seat next to Christopher, my mommy senses telling me that the pack of Ratajczyk children were safe and off having fun.

“Hihi, your name is Christopher, isn’t it?” I hummed gently, giving him the choice to interact with me or not.

“Yes.”

I smiled at his quiet meep, taking the chance to ask him about his book, a tattered edition of one of the Magic Treehouse books.

A quiet spark appeared in his eyes before he began to excitedly chatter my ear off about Shakespearean history and the Tudor dynasty.

“Have you ever been to a renaissance faire?” he asked me, wonder and amazement crossing over his face when I informed him that I worked as a player for two of the biggest faires on the east coast. “Wow, that’s so cool!”

“Do you know who Jaques Ze Whipper is?” I asked him, taking out my cell phone

“Are you ready, kids?” James yelled as he beat out a tempo using his trusty whips.

“AYE AYE CAPTAIN!”

“I can’t hear you!”

“AYE AYE CAPTAIN!”

“Oooooooooooooh…

Who draws on a mustache and acts like a clown?”

“Jaques Ze Whipper!”

“If you ever see him you won’t ever frown!”

“Jaques Ze Whipper!”

“Is French whipping something that you want to see?”

“Jaques Ze Whipper!”

“Then come on everyone and sing with me!”

“Jaques Ze Whipper!

Jaques Ze Whipper!

Jaques Ze Whipper!

Jaques Ze Whipper!

Jaques Ze Whipper!”

My friend since childhood finished up the song by miming playing a little horn.

“That’s Vanessa’s Papa Bear,” he pointed out.

“I know he is, but he also goes by Jaques Ze Whipper at faires and other such events,” I shrugged.

“Wowiee…” He broke off and peered around me, catching sight of Peter on his knee, allowing little girl access to kiss the sleeping triplet’s foreheads. “That’s Vanessa’s Papa Pete.”

“He is, yes,” I confirmed. “He is the best daddy in the world to the kids.” And he is also the best daddy to me, my mind told me, but I batted that away with a light blush tinging my befreckled cheeks.

“Can he be my daddy?” Christopher wondered. “My daddy went to heaven.”

My heart broke into clear pieces as his whole story was revealed to me. His father had died, leaving behind a wife and a son. I collected Cristopher as he leaned deeply into me, welcoming my arm to wrap around him.

“He had been living in the hospital, and one day, mommy told me that we wouldn’t be visiting him anymore,” he frowned, picking at his jeans.

Poor baby, I frowned, looking up as Christopher’s mother reapproached us, having nipped off to pay a visit to the bathroom to powder her nose.

“I haven’t seen Christopher this calm in a hot minute!” she said before picking up on the somber mood between the both of us. “He told you about his dad?” I could only nod- no child out there should lose a parent so suddenly. “What would you do?”

“Be honest- what else could I do?” I shrugged, reaching up to wipe at my leaking eyes. “When Baby Violet Marie passed, Peter had some of her ashes made into bracelets for the kids to wear. The both of us also welcome the kids to come to us and talk about their emotions, and we also heavily encourage them to follow their interests- dance and theater for Elizabeth, color guard and Chinese for Katie and the babies are coming into their own- Baby Tommy is keenly interested in ballet and cooking though.”

“Oh,” she hummed, and I realized that Christopher had fallen asleep leaning up against me, his itty bitty fingers entangled in my loose curls. “I follow you on Instagram, I really wish I was more like you, but I work as a nurse for mentally disabled kids, so at the end of the day when I get home from my job, I just want to crash in bed. But first, I have Christopher to take care of- homework, dinner, tucking him into bed…”

“Don’t you have any upcoming days off?” I asked her, my heart only cracking all the more at her head shake as a “No” answer.

“Not since before Henry died.” She rushed to explain herself. “It is sadly extremely expensive to live today, especially in New York. I am working to save for the both of us to move back to my hometown in Minnesota. My parents still live there and the schools are nice. Christopher will only prosper there.”

“Ah,” I hummed, understanding her reasoning. “May I offer you some advice?”

“Sure, go ahead,” she answered as Baby Tommy appeared in the doorway to the party room, worry written clear as day over his chubby face.

“Wait a little bit if you can before announcing that you’re moving due to your husband’s death,” I advised her, looking up as little girl began to race towards me. “Moving so soon after his passing might lead to him rebelling against you in more ways than you might like.”

“Mommy,” he wept. “A man pushed kicked liddle gurl and took Baby Noah!”

“What?” I gasped, looking up as Peter and Elizabeth herded the kids back over to me. “Oh no!”

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 604, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1069

“Mommy, what’s going on with Baby Tommy’s face?” Elizabeth wondered, finishing up her slice of veggie pizza.

I looked at my son and my stomach dropped- the entire right side of the little man’s face had dropped comically, reminding me of when my Grandma Bradley suffered a stroke at a nice restaurant Italian one time.

“Peter…” I tittered nervously, taking up my cell phone and then snapping a picture.

RYLEY, IS THIS SOMETHING TO BE CONERNED OVER?

“Sweetheart, I’m taking Baby Tommy to the urgent care clinic,” he informed me, wiping at his mouth as the chubby little man clenched and opened up his fists.

PING

I glanced down at my cell phone.

GET BABY TOMMY TO A DOCTOR- RIGHT NOW

“Do you want me to come with you, my love?” I tittered, standing and setting my plate onto the bed to be taken care of.

“Mama!” slurred Baby Tommy, reaching out for me with tears of fear shining in his eyes.

Fifteen minutes later, the entire family had been packed into the Doom Buggy 3.0 and Peter was tearing off towards the urgent care clinic.

“Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, little round tummy,” I was singing at Peter sped into the clinic parking lot. “Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, kiss kiss kiss.”

“Jesus fuck-” Peter swore at he took in the obviously closed clinic. “Hang tight now everyone- I’m going to Mercy Memorial.”

I was gripping at a lightly fussing Baby Tommy in my arms, the entire car silent before-

WHOOP WHOOP

“Jesus fuck-” Peter swore as he skidded off to the side of the road, rolling his window down and sticking his head out of the window. “Officer, help! My son is having a medical emergency!”

The fear in my soulmate voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up as the cops in the car raced over.

“I think Baby Tommy is having a stroke,” I sobbed out, removing him from my chest and showing them his droopy face.

“Where are you taking him?”

“Mercy Memorial,” Peter answered in a clipped tone. “I have a niece who is a doctor there.”

“Okay, tell you what I’m going to do- I am going to lead the way and clear the roads for you to follow behind, okay?”

“Yay yay!” babbled Baby Tommy, cranky as he tried to blink his one eye but found that he couldn’t do so. “Yay yay!”

“Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, little round tummy,” I hummed as Peter took the parking brake off. “Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, kiss kiss kiss.”

“Hang tight now everyone,” Peter muttered before taking off.

Wah… wah… wah… whimpered Baby Toddy before erupting into a sudden WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… screamed little girl, Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy, Baby Jojo, Baby Eve and Baby Noah, all the babies crying their heads in perfect unison off as Peter peeled off behind the whooping police car.

With the help of the police, we arrived at the hospital, where Peter threw the Doom Buggy 3.0 into a random parking spot, sending me off inside to get help for Baby Tommy.

I flew inside and was met almost at once by Ryley, who then brought us back and took the chubby little man into the back for an MRI. I was allowed to accompany to terrified little man and hold him as the scan was conducted.

“Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, little round tummy,” I sang as the machine spun and whirled around the both of us. “Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, kiss kiss kiss.”

“Kiss kiss kiss…” fussed Baby Tommy, having been tightly swaddled in a warmed green hospital blankie. “Mommy, mesies kiss kissies kiss kissie kiss kiss?”

I chuckled, brushing my lips against his little baby ear.

“Kiss kiss kiss,” I cooed at him as we both were ushered into an examination room, where Peter and the other kids were waiting for us. “My love-”

“Sweetheart.” Peter collected the both of us and pressed me holding our son tight to his chest.

THUD THUMP

THUD THUMP

THUD THUMP

Elizabeth and Katie were both sitting in the other two chairs in the room, the casted girl’s leg in her younger sister’s lap. The babies were all moseying about the room, babbling softly as they babied their way around the small exam room.

KNOCK KNOCK

Peter and I both looked up as Ryley entered, her face easy and relaxed, signaling that Baby Tommy was alright.

“Hihi there!” she greeted everyone, Baby Jojo tugging on her pant leg before throwing her arms up in a clear demand to be picked up and cuddled. “Well, I have good news- Baby Tommy didn’t have a stroke, but he has Bell’s Palsy.”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…” screamed the babies joyfully, Baby Jojo seizing Ryley’s glasses and shaking them happily.

“Uh… excuse you!” Ryley shot the tiny baby a patronizing look as Peter tossed his head back and let out a noisy guffaw of mirth.

“Fuk,” Baby Jojo giggled happily, refusing to let go of her cousin’s eyeglasses.

“OH NO BABY JOJO NOT YOU TOO!”

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 603, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1123

“Hello, Elizabeth! Hello Elle! Hello Katie! Hello Jing! Hello Isabelle!” I greeted the incoming swarm of girls and their American Girl look alikes. Elizabeth had Katie’s backpack slung up onto her shoulder along with hers and was helping the injured girl stump her way up the stairs from the garage into the laundry room. “How was school today?”

“I made a 3D cast for Katie today during lunch period!” Elizabeth announced. “I consulted a bunch of extremely informative articles on Google and Mx. Walker helped me get much of the concept down!”

“Oh, how cool!” I said, smiling as she dumped their backpacks at the door into the dining room before helping her older sister into the house.

“I also had Ryley on standby for if I happened to have any questions!” Elizabeth continued to happily bubble as she kicked off her shoes and settled them into the shoe cubby.

“Oh?” I smiled as Katie collapsed onto the couch in the sunroom, tossing her leg up as she settled herself.

“Yeah, she told me that she would like to do another set of X-rays before she fits the new cast to her broken foot to make certain that the break has stabilized and the swelling had gone down enough!” she continued chattering on, going back to take the discarded backpacks back up to her’s and her sister’s bedrooms. “She also told me just to come in whenever for the X-rays and to have the cast fitted! And also- this is for you and daddy!”

Here, she dropped a piece of paper that was folded into an origami airplane from the second floor landing. I looked up as the airplane landed smoothly onto the kitchen island.

I dried my hands off before opening the envelope.

“LITTLE GIRL IS HERE!” Katie suddenly yelled, having obviously just seen the sleeping baby.“Inside voice now, mo stór,” I scolded her, flattening the paper and reading the incident report filed against one Daryll Johnson- apparently, his wild ways was typical behavior, and that Principal Mayers had ordered an at home suspension while a verdict was discussed about his assault on the Ratajczyk child. She also said that once a decision had been reached, that a meeting will be called between my husband, myself, the school principal, the boy’s parents, the head of the school’s special education department, the boy’s teacher, Katie’s IEP case manager, Niome Wyns and the on campus police officer, who had apparently been a witness to the little terror injuring Katie. “Well, I’m happy that at least some accountability is being taken!” I muttered, neatly folding up the letter and then sticking it onto the refrigerator underneath a bright yellow magnet. “Do you want help with dinner tonight mommy?” Elizabeth called out as she bounded back down the stairs and skipped her way back into the kitchen. “Oh, I’m just going to pop a few pizzas into the oven, but of course I would welcome your help!” I told her, smiling as she opened the refrigerator door to pull out stuff for a salad. She spied the giant bag of garlic knots and tugged that out as well, getting a sheet pan readied for the garlic knots to be slid into the oven as well.“Mo stór, do you want to eat dinner on mommy’s and daddy’s bed tonight?” I called out, already knowing the answer. DING DONGDING DONGDING DONG

“I can get it, mommy!” Katie announced, throwing her legs off from the couch, and limping her way over towards the front door while dancing around Daisy, opening it and greeting James before granting him entrance.

“Hihi Katie! Oh wow- look at your foot!” James greeted her, glancing down at the scribble covered cast on her foot. “Hihi Peter- I bought Nessa’s overnight bag- should I run upstairs and go put it into her big girl bedroom?”

“Sure!” Peter called out from where he was buried beneath all the babies.

“Mommy? Do you have something like a ruler that I can borrow?” Katie came wobbling into the kitchen just then, Mittens following close behind. “My leg feels itchy.”

“Here!” I quickly located the foot long ruler from the junk drawer and handed it to her, watching as she pulled out a chair at the dining room chair and used the ruler to scratch at the annoying itch underneath her cast.

“Thank you, mommy!” Katie grinned before James appeared in the doorway.

“Well, I’m off now!” he announced, opening his arms for a goodbye hug. “Goodbye MC! Goodbye Elizabeth! Goodbye Elle! Goodbye Katie! Goodbye Jing!”

“Goodbye, Mr. James!” Katie called out with a smile on her face as she continued to scratch at the itch on her leg.

“Oh, hello!” James laughed just then on his way out of the front door. “Going in?”

“Yes, I’m here to pick up my daughter,” Walter said awkwardly, coming into the house and greeting Daisy with an affectionate pat on top of her head.

“Daddy!” screeched Baby Kit joyfully.

“Hello there, kitty cat!” he laughed, plucking her from my husband. “Thanks again! Should I drop her off same time tomorrow?”

“Yeah, works for me!” Peter chuckled, setting the other babies back down before raising to his feet and making his way into the kitchen to kiss me. “Sweetheart. When is dinner?”Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 592, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character

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“Papa Pete! Mama Wen Wen!”

I chuckled as I dropped to my knees to gift little girl with a late birthday hug.

The little missy’s fifth birthday party was at the local Chuck E Cheeses, and her own, personal table was a happy mess of nineteen little boys and girls from her kindergarten class.

Elizabeth and Elle, Katie and Jing, Baby Tommy, Baby Eve and Baby Noah came in behind Peter and I, my beefcake of a husband wearing the Ratajczyk triplets bundled in on my burly chest.

“Liddle girl!” crowed Baby Tommy, leading the charge to hug his older sister, the four babies colliding into each other and ending up on the ground in a cackling mess.

Peter was laughing as the girls came up to hug the birthday girl next, the both of them sandwiching the tiny five year old between the both of them and their American Girl dollies.

I was well aware of the other moms and some dads whispering amongst themselves, and I knew that they were only lusting after my handsome husband as he was showing little girl’s classmates the tiny little triplets in his arms, his deep, rumbly voice soft and gentle as he interacted with them.

“Your husband is good with kids!”

“He has a bunch of nieces and great nieces, so he already had good practice by the time I met him!” I told the mom with a chuckle.

“I would imagine so- how many kids do you have, anyway?”

“Well…” I huffed out another giggle. “Elizabeth is Peter’s daughter from a previous relationship. Katie is a friend of Elizabeth’s from school, and Peter and I adopted her a few years back. Elle and Jing are the girls’ American Girl mini me dollies. Vanessa Rose, or little girl, as we all call her, is my daughter, who I carried as a surrogate for her daddies, and Peter is her godfather and favorite person in the whole wide world. Baby Tommy is our son, Baby Eve is our adopted daughter and Baby Noah is our nephew. The triplets- Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy and Baby Jojo- are the last of the Ratajczyk kids.”

“Oh? Has that been determined for certain?”

“Peter had a vasectomy last year, so yes,” I frowned at her. “It has been written, and so the fates have been decided. And so it had been written.”

“Oh.”

Little girl was now introducing her younger siblings to her peermeates, with Baby Tommy very clearly becoming overwhelmed. He tucked his head into his arms, folding himself into his older sister’s back, creating an absolutely adorable sight, which I snapped with my cell phone to post onto my social media at a later date.

“Hihi James! Hihi Aaron!” I greeted my daughter’s daddies with affectionate hugs.

“Hihi, Mary Claire!” James greeted me, sporting a Triceratops like appearance with three hot pink party hats strapped to his head. “How are things?”

“Doing good!” I answered him, watching as my husband commanded the attention of the kiddos and their parents with an easy smile on his handsomely bearded face. “I regained all of my hearing back, by the way!”

“Yay yay!” cheered James, chuckling as the last round of little girl’s little school friends came up to the table, a surly little man, who threw a wrapped present onto the table, hanging back as his mother tried to gently force him to interact with the others. “Oh, Chrisopher is here- can you ask Peter to keep an eye on him? He’s a wild kid- he’s already been in trouble for pushing four different kids on the school playground. I only invited him because I didn’t want him to feel left out.”

“James, it’s not a crime to lay down a boundary,” I sighed, keeping an eye on the pouting little man. “You are allowed to say to the parents, I don’t feel comfortable about hosting Cristopher at little girl’s birthday party. And if his parent doesn’t respect your boundary, you just walk away.”

“Noted,” he grinned at me, stooping to place his chin on my shoulder. “I wish I had your backbone.”

“I only developed my backbone after meeting Peter,” I shrugged, watching as Christopher pushed himself out of his mom’s arms and sulked to sit at an empty seat, staring down at his neatly folded hands. “I kind of had to, especially after all the traumatizing shit that the both of us had been through!”

The both of us shared a chuckle, turning back to Aaron as he tucked his cell phone away in his back pocket.

“Sorry, my work never ends,” he chuckled, joining us and turning to look out at the kids.

Just then, a person in a fluffy gray costume came out through a door.

“CHUCK E CHEESES!” screeched someone, causing for the kids to race over and knock the giant mouse down onto the ground in their joy at seeing the costumed mascot.

Christoper went over and kicked at the back paw of the fallen mouse, being rewarded by his mother’s sharp voice calling out his name.

“He sure does seems to be a handful,” I hummed in a soft voice as little girl leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to the mouse’s nose. “Good job being gentle, little girl!”

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