#and he gets home to baby asleep in the crib and YES he's upset he missed bedtime but also like. wow. alone time with y/n.

[theloveinc]

OlderDad!Bakugou who gets a haircut and his baby doesn't recognize him and he doesn't want his dad to pick him up 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Bakugou has a cry in the bathroom and you have to spend the rest of the night consoling him.

Also Hiiiiiii, miss u, hope youre gooooood

head in my hands bc of this, just thought abt bakugo growing out his hair a little bit right after baby's birth...takes him months to go and get a real haircut cuz he doesn't wanna burden you more than he already has and by the time he's okay with the thought (but only for "AN HOUR MAX," is what he says), he has a mullet thing going on and all this scruff on his chin🥺🥺🥺

so he gets home with his regular ol' haircut, maybe a little shorter just to account for ... not wanting to go again so soon, and baby's HOLLERING bloody murder as soon as they see him and refusing to be taken out of your arms, doing that thing where they're flipping their face back and forth to dodge a kiss...

it's so tragic bc not even a little cheek nuzzling helps to calm them bc bakugo's CLEAN SHAVEN and smells like aftershave instead of like dad when he tries!!!!!!

and after, you watch him kinda sulk into the bathroom, thinking like aw yeah thats a bummer but also pretty funny, too (esp bc the haircut does look good🫣🤓), AND HE DOESN'T COME OUT FOR LIKE an hour???

....until you finally have to ask him if he's okay in there and you're opening the door to him sitting on the toilet seat, arms crossed and red cheeks a little streaky with tears...

LJFKASDJFADSJK it's the cutest, most sad sight you ever did see!! ofc Bakugo tries to deny it, but the way he tears up again (after you're done assuring him he did nothing wrong) when his baby finally realizes it's him and smiles (and then how he refuses to give them up again until bedtime) has his ass. EXPOSED.

(i love and miss u more than air, earth, water, dirt + HOPE YOU'RE GOOD TOO BESTIE ILY)

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

While I was in the hospital, there was a... fight at home, between Nico, my Mom and even Ana.😒That's why we went to N.'s Mom's. I was a little nervous to stay here with Lucas .This was his first time, we didn’t spend at home. Also, Nico wanted our son to sleep in his own bed tonight, which our Baby never did. I thought it was too much for our little one. 😟But... well, I just did what N. wanted because..., yea, I think he was right.

Me: I’m not sure he’s ready to sleep alone? He’s never slept in his crib and he’s never been here! You know how sensitive he is.

Nico: His bed is not even two steps away from ours!!! I’ll also keep the light on for him, okay?... I want to sleep with you alone in our bed tonight.

Me: W-why? 😬I mean, I know why, but... he’s gonna be scared in his crib... Soon we move into our own apartment. Then everything will be better.

Nico: Why don't you care about me? Do you feel no desire for me at all?

Me: Ofc I do! I just haven’t been feeling well, as you know! And you���ve been gone for 3 months, so don’t blame me.

Nico: You’re acting like I’m forcing you to sleep with me. That’s not the point! I’m upset, because you don’t care and don't try. But you had time to see Daniel. 😠

Me: Oh!😞...Okay, yes! It was absolutely stupid of me to go to D., but I just wanted to see Lucky, not Daniel! He has his own life and I have mine, with you & our son. I’ve missed you so terribly the past 3 months, I just keep thinking about you. It’s always only about you for me.

Nico: But you missed the divorce date and... I’m tired of waiting for you to finally divorce him.

Me: I was in the hospital! Do you think I got sick on purpose to prevent the divorce?? Agh, anyway! Help me up, pls.

I gave in. Our little one must finally learn to sleep in his own bed. And as for Daniel, yea, I missed the divorce date.😞 Ugh, let’s see, when we’ll get the next one. 🤦‍♀️

Back to our Baby. Once I put Lucas down for the night, he started crying. 😫😫What a surprise! 😒

Me (to N.): You see? I was right. It's too much for him.

Nico: Go to him and tell him it’s all right. Tell him we’re here, but leave him in his crib!

I felt a little stupid doing what Nico wants me to do, like he’s my boss or something. Still, I agreed. I went back to my Baby. I stroked his head gently. I was about to take him in my arms, but the little one actually calmed down and fell asleep peacefully. Now that it's done, I had to take care of the other Baby here. The big one! 🤨

I did the same thing I just did with Lucas. I stroked his head 🫡 and told him that I loved him... 🤭

Well, and a bit more. But, we didn’ really have Sex. First, our Baby was fussing all night!! 😫 We were constantly interrupted.

Second, at exactly the right moment, our Son started pooping. Like he knew what Nico and I were up to. Before that, Lucas never pooped at night and he never did it again, as far as I know. 😕🤷‍♀️I guess he wanted to keep his Mom and Dad from having fun together, which I totally understand!!😬🫣

Anyway. Our first night in the house was exhausting. Nevertheless, it was pleasant compared to the nights before, when I had to cope alone with our crying Baby. Nico was a much better support for me, than my annoying Mom, who constantly criticized me. But, let’s see.

Previous/Next

[milkyplier]

for the WIP thing, I want to know more about Amber. I love Ninjago

I have two complete snippets for this! Let me give you the emotionally devastating one XD

TW: discussions of murder/flashbacks, I think?

Disclaimer: I know nothing about babies, so if anything regarding Amber is wrong…gloss over it 💀 I don’t need it to be really accurate, this is supposed to be for fun so I don’t wanna have to worry about research or anything XD

Kai almost doesn’t go home. The others don’t know about Amber. He isn’t looking forward to having to give them the explanation when he arrives home so late with Amber in tow. He feels torn apart, his anger squashed only by the unbearable grief in his chest, and that is only held back by Amber. She needs him. She’d been in the closet for who knows how long. She cried herself out an hour ago, but she needs food and she needs a bath and a new diaper.

Of which Kai only has what he’d had the foresight to stuff in a bag before leaving the crime scene. He’s going to need more. And there’s no crib on the Destiny’s bounty, nor any toys or clothes or anything at all that Amber needs.

He walks home. He would run, to get Amber taken care of as fast as possible, but he doesn’t want to disturb her.

It feels like it takes forever to get to the Bounty. When he finally does, the whole ship is so quiet he thinks (to some degree of relief) everyone has gone to sleep, but as he is passing through the living room to get to his bedroom, the lights flick on, blinding him.

“Where have you been? It’s one in the morning, Kai, we’ve been worried—“

Nya’s rant gets cut off when she sees the baby cradled in Kai’s arms.

“Kai, did you steal a baby?!” She demands.

“No!” He snaps. “I didn’t steal—why on earth would you think I’d steal a baby?!”

“I don’t know! You’ve done stupid things before!”

“Maybe, but I never—“

A choked sob from Amber silences him and all his anger fizzles out. He turns to her, adjusting her in his arms and bouncing her a little bit.

“No, no, don’t cry,” he coos into her hair, “it’s okay. I know, you’re hungry and you need a new diaper, and you miss mommy, I know. It’s okay, I’m here.”

Whatever she was upset about, Kai’s reassurances are enough to stall them and lull her back to sleep. Kai sighs in relief, and then glares back at Nya. Her anger is gone too, replaced by shock, confusion, sympathy.

“Is she your—“ she starts to say.

“Yes.” Kai cuts her off. A little voice tells him to clarify she’s not his biological daughter, just his daughter by every other right, but he ignores it. “She’s my daughter. Happy?”

Nya doesn’t respond.

“Skyler’s her mom.” Was. Skyler was her mom.

He feels tears pricking at his eyes, and

“Goodnight, Nya,” he says shortly, and strides down the hall. He enters his room and slides his door shut too harshly. The snap it makes upsets Amber, and she cries out anew.

“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he soothes her hastily. “I’m sorry, I was upset.”

She is not so easily reassured this time; and Kai tries to suffocate his rising panic as her cries grow louder. The others seemed to have been asleep, a baby crying will undoubtedly wake them.

“No, shhh, please,” he begs her, “please, shhh. Shhhh, I’m sorry, it’s okay.”

He bounces her against, and when that shows no signs of working, casts his eyes around the room for something to distract her. Before he can pick anything up, the door slides open.

“Kai, what—?” Cole’s groggy voice starts to ask.

“Nothing!” Kai says. “Nothing, just go back to bed.”

“Is that a baby?”

Amber, unsatisfied with any of Kai’s attempts to soothe her, begins to cry louder. The noise pulses in his hears to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

My heartbeat. Can she feel that? Could she feel that? Would it help?

He briefly lays her down flat on the bed—which brings her cries up another notch—and strips out his gi, and then his shirt. He unbuttons Amber’s nightgown, too. Skyler said skin-to-skin was a bonding thing parents and babies could do. He picks her up again and positions her on his chest, her skin soft against his own. He starts to rock in place, continuing to whisper reassurances to her until finally her sobs die out, maybe out of exhaustion, maybe because she really is comforted, and falls asleep. Kai would sigh again, if he weren’t afraid it would disturb her.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his door wide open and Cole, Jay, Zane, Nya, Lloyd, and Master Wu all gathered in the doorway as much as they can. They’re all staring at him, in some degrees of shock. Only Master Wu has any kind of poker face, but Kai still sees the surprise behind his eyes.

For several minutes, no one says anything, before finally Kai can’t help by exhale heavily.

“She’s tired. She’s hungry. She needs a bath.” He looks at them all, drawn thin. “Let me get her settled, and then we’ll talk.”

* * *

An hour later, Amber is in much better condition than Kai. He’d fed her, cleaned her, and changed her, and now he’s lying on the couch in the living room, Amber sprawled on his chest and fast asleep.

The rest of the team has settled around the living room, patiently waiting for him to start talking. He knows they’ll wait however long he needs them to, but he also knows they’re wide awake and ready to listen. He only waits a few more minutes before he begins.

“You remember about a year ago, me and Skyler got into this huge fight?”

He hears them all nod.

“Skyler…slept with some guy the next day. Her ex-boyfriend. She told me about it a month later, because she was pregnant with his baby.”

He brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. His head throbs.

“I forgave her, it was my fault. I mean, it was her choice, but…you get it. I forgave her, and I offered to help her raise the baby. The day Amber was born, she told the all the doctors and nurses that I was the father, so it’s on Amber’s birth certificate.“

Kai takes a shuddering breath.

“I guess you probably noticed a slight increase in how much time I was spending with Skyler. My every free moment. No arcade, no movie nights, no lazy days. It was all for Amber. And it’s been like that, for three months, but…”

An image flashes behind his eyes—Skyler, sprawled on the floor, eyes wide and unseeing, blood everywhere. He blinks hard and this time, the breath doesn’t feel like it helps.

“She’s dead.” He doesn’t know how else to say it, aside from bluntly. “She’s dead. Skyler’s dead. I went to see her tonight, after patrol ended, and I found her on the floor. Signs of a struggle around her apartment. Blood…she was dead. Beaten to death. And Amber…hidden in the closet.”

He swallows, eyes burning. “She’s…she’s dead.”

He feels like he’s suffocating. Amber is suddenly a leaden weight on his chest, keeping him from breathing. He sits up, holding her so she isn’t technically moved from her place but the weight is not so bad.

“She’s dead,” he gasps. “She’s—she’s dead, and I…I don’t—I don’t know—“

Arms wrap around him, gently, so as not to crush Amber. Selfishly, Kai wants to put her down so he can receive the hug properly.

“I’m so sorry, Kai.” Nya whispers. “I had no idea, I’m so sorry.”

Rather than making him feel better, it makes him feel worse. He tries to reel himself in, but his choking, ragged breathes are difficult to wrangle, and Kai worries he’ll disturb Amber.

As he thinks it, someone plucks Amber from his arms. He stands, beginning to protest, but it is Wu who now cradles Amber and Wu who silences his argument.

“No, Kai.” He says softly. “Calm yourself, first. She knows how you feel.”

Kai nods, feeling ashamed, although he knows that was not what Wu intended. He sits back onto the couch, dropping his head in his hands.

Skyler, sprawled on the floor, eyes wide and unseeing, blood everywhere. Her face is cut and swollen, almost unrecognizable if not for her red hair and green eyes. Skyler, who he loved. Skyler, lying there—

He stands up again, eyes wide open, and begins to pace. He suddenly wants Amber back, suddenly misses her familiar weight. He looks at his daughter, snuggled peacefully in Wu’s careful arms. She has red hair.

Skyler’s red hair.

A sob rips past his lips, and the rest are quick to follow, too quick for Kai to stop them. Part of him feels ashamed; he’s cried very few times in front of the team, fewer times even than Cole. He’s prided himself on that, on his stoicism, on his ability to remain at least seemingly unaffected outwardly by anything. On his ability to seem strong. Now, he feels weak. He knows he’s weak. The weakest man on earth. Hell, he’s not even a man, he’s just 17. A boy. 17, weak, and a single father to a daughter that isn’t really his.

The weakest boy in the world.

He doesn’t know when he ends up on his knees, sobbing into his palms as Cole rubs slow circles into his back. He cries and he cries and he cries until his throat is raw and his face is sticky and hot with tears. He sits back, exhausted and miserable. Nya is next to him, one arm around his shoulders. The others are nearby, clearly wishing they could express their sympathy but feeling as if there’s no room.

“It’s late. Or early, I should say. It would do us all—especially you, Kai—good to get some rest, and then have a good meal in the morning.”

No one replies, but Kai knows everyone agrees.

He stands up, refusing any help, and takes Amber from Wu. He walks down the hall to his room, and the door slides shut with a final, soft, click.

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait (Season 4) Chapter 15

Everything’s Changing

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

A/N: Lorelei deals with the consequences of her friend’s actions, while dealing with her own issues.

This chapter is set during Hibernaculum and Mishipeshu

***Lorelei’s POV***

It was still early when Lorelei woke the next morning. Sean was sound asleep, his arms holding her tightly and his head still resting on her stomach. Lorelei gently stroked the top of his head, sighing as she recalled the events from the night before. Sean’s panicked call, arriving home to find him beaten and bruised, Sean recalling the events of his evening. Lorelei knew that Juliette was going through a lot right now, but she still couldn’t believe what she had done. Making a move on her husband. Juliette was one of her dearest friends and her brother’s girlfriend; her betrayal cut deep. Lorelei’s was going to have to speak with Nick again. He was going to be heartbroken. After finding out about Juliette’s current condition, Nick had called Lorelei, upset that she hadn’t told him what Juliette was going through. However, Lorelei had insisted it hadn’t been her secret to tell. She didn’t want to betray Juliette’s confidence. But now, Lorelei wasn’t sure how she felt about Juliette. Regardless, Nick needed to know in case Juliette tried to use it against him, or Sean and Lorelei.

Lorelei managed to manoeuvre herself out from under her husband, quietly assuring him she wasn’t going far when he stirred. After finishing up in the bathroom, she heard Olivia through the baby monitor. Grabbing her phone, she headed towards her daughter’s room. “Hi sweetheart.” Lorelei cooed at her daughter as she approached the crib.

Olivia smiled, that little gummy smile, and reached for her mother. Lorelei picked her up, changed her diaper and settled in the armchair to feed her. Wincing a little as her daughter latched on, Lorelei rubbed the area above her nipple. Her period definitely had to be coming soon, her breasts had been really tender the past few days and she was experiencing other PMS symptoms including an increased need to pee, fatigue, and some mild cramping.

Lorelei looked at her phone, determining it wasn’t too early to call her brother. As she was waiting for him to pick up, Lorelei felt anxious, scared. How was she going to tell Nick?

“Hey.” Even from that one word, Lorelei could tell Nick was not himself.

“Hey.” Lorelei said softly. “How are you holding up?”

Nick sighed. “Um, not…not good. Juliette stopped by last night. To get some of her stuff. She was…not herself. Some of the things she said. When I told her I wasn’t giving up, she asked why and then…and then she laughed when I told her I love her.”

Lorelei’s heart broke for her brother. The pain in his voice was so obvious. And now, she was going to add to that pain. But he needed to know. “I’m so sorry Nick. It’s the hexenbiest talking. It’s changing her. Making her do and say things she wouldn’t usually do.”

“I know.” He said sadly. “Is she still staying with you? Did you see her last night?”

Lorelei sighed. “No. She’s not staying with us anymore. But she did stop by last night. Um, I wasn’t here, but Sean was.” Lorelei said, biting her lip as she worked up the nerve to break her brother’s heart.

Nick clearly picked up on her anxiety. “What?”

“Um, Sean told me that she was acting very out of character.” Lorelei said slowly. “And it seems she might be starting to…burn bridges.”

“What do you mean? What did she do?”

Lorelei let out a breath. “She made a move on Sean. Kissed him. Tried to convince him that if he cheated again, that because I was so in love with him and that he had me trapped with a baby that I wouldn’t be going anywhere if he slept with her.”

Nick was silent. “Did he? Sleep with her?” He asked angrily. Lorelei wasn’t sure who the anger was directed to. Sean, Juliette, Lorelei, or himself.

“God no. He kicked her out.” Lorelei said indignantly. Yes, Sean had made that mistake in the past, but he wouldn’t do that again. Of that, Lorelei was certain.

Nick sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m sure Sean isn’t stupid enough to make the same mistake twice. I just…it hurts, thinking that she…was willing to…with my brother-in-law.”

“I’m so sorry Nick.” Lorelei told him.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. I can’t imagine how it feels for you, knowing that one of your best friends tried to sleep with your husband.” Nick sighed again. “So, that’s what you meant by Juliette starting to burn bridges.”

Lorelei nodded. “Yeah.” Lorelei sighed. “When she left our house the other morning, she was so angry. And as a hexenbiest, that anger is amplified. I don’t know who she was trying to get at by moving on Sean. It could be him, you, or me. And we need to be careful, because there is no telling what she may do.”

“We need to figure out how to fix this.”

“Nick. There might not be a way to fix this.” Lorelei told him, needing him to understand that this may be the one thing they were unable to fix.

“I’m not giving up on her.”

After finishing her call with Nick and Olivia had finished feeding, Lorelei decided to head downstairs to make coffee and breakfast. She stopped in the bedroom, to check on Sean who was now awake. “Hey, how are you feeling?” She asked, coming to sit on the bed beside him.

Olivia wiggled out of her arms and crawled over to Sean. “A little better.” Sean replied, slowly taking Olivia into his arms. “Everything still hurts though.”

Lorelei nodded. “I hope you are still taking today off work.”

Sean smiled at her. “I am.”

Lorelei returned the smile. “Good. Are you hungry?”

Sean followed her downstairs, slowly as he was still in a great deal of pain. Lorelei sat Olivia in her highchair, while Sean eased himself into one of the chairs at the kitchen island. Once the coffee was ready, Lorelei set a cup in front of Sean before she got started on breakfast.

“You called Nick?”

Lorelei nodded. “Yeah. I wanted to check on him. And let him know what happened. Better to hear it from us then from Juliette. I have a feeling she wouldn’t be as tactful in sharing that information as I was.”

Sean swallowed his sip of coffee. “It’s probably a good idea.” He admitted, as Lorelei opened the fridge to pull out the bacon and eggs. “How is he? And how did he take it.”

Lorelei sighed. “Not well. Apparently before Juliette came over here, she stopped by at the house while Nick was home. To get some of her stuff. It sounds like she was…well, not very friendly. Laughed at him when he told her he loved her.” Lorelei opened the bacon and almost recoiled as the smell hit her. She wrinkled her nose as she felt a wave of nausea.

“What is it?”

“Does this smell off to you?” Lorelei asked, offering the packet.

Sean leant forward and tentatively sniffed it before shaking his head. “It smells fine. Is it past its used by?”

Lorelei shook her head. “It’s brand new.” Lorelei replied before shrugging. If Sean said it smelt fine, it must be fine. She returned to preparing breakfast. “Anyway, um, Nick was pretty broken-hearted when he heard about what Juliette did last night. I’m worried about him. Juliette was so angry the other morning, and now she does this.” Lorelei sighed. “I’m worried about what else she might do. Nick is still determined to fix this though, but it might be unfixable.”

Sean sighed as well. “I think you might be right. There is no changing what has happened to Juliette. I fear she may continue to escalate. I’d feel comfortable if you avoided Juliette, just in case.”

“I’m torn, I want to help my brother, but I also don’t want to be around Juliette at the moment.” Lorelei admitted. “Trying to sleep with my husband, it hurts. And from the sounds of it, she was in full control of her actions. She just didn’t care about the consequences. So, avoiding Juliette is something I need to do for my own peace of mind.”

“You can still be there for Nick. He needs you; he needs everyone right now. Do you know if he’s told the others?”

“I know he’s told Hank. I’m not sure about Monroe and Rosalee.”

“It might be beneficial to tell them, sooner, rather than later.”

“I’ll talk to Nick about it.”

For the rest of the day, Sean spent most of it resting in bed. Meanwhile, Lorelei tried to get some work done, both paid and college. Thankfully, Olivia was content to sit in her playpen and keep herself preoccupied. The day ended, and upon waking the next morning, Lorelei left Sean to sleep. Lorelei had just set Olivia in her highchair when she heard what sounded like breaking glass come from upstairs and Sean yell out. “Sean?” Lorelei called out, moving to the bottom of the stairs. There was no reply. She hurriedly made her way up the stairs. “Oh my god! Sean!”

Her heart stopped when she entered the room to find her husband passed out on the floor. Stepping over the fallen lamp, she hurried to her husband’s side, dropping onto her knees beside his fallen body. “Sean.” Lorelei tried to roll him over, as she did, Sean groaned as he woke. “Oh my god, Sean what happened?”

“My chest.” Sean answered, moving slowly to sit up. Lorelei’s eyes fell on his chest, his wounds had started bleeding again.

“Stay here. I’m going to get something to clean you up.” Lorelei told him before getting up to enter the bathroom. She paused, seeing glass on the floor in front of the sink. The mirror was broken. Not worrying about that, she grabbed the baby wipes and returned to Sean’s side.

By the time she had returned, Sean was sitting up with his back against the bed. Lorelei dropped down beside him. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Sean shook his head, trying to take steadying breaths. “There’s nothing they can do.” He told her. Lorelei bit her lip as she opened the wipes and started cleaning him up. “It was worse this time. I saw something. There was a bright light and demonic hands, trying to grab me. And the pain, it was unbearable.”

“You saw hands trying to grab you?” Sean nodded. “And what happened to the mirror?”

Sean paused. “I may have…punched it.”

Lorelei looked down at his hands. Yep, there were cuts on his right hand that weren’t there before. Having finished cleaning up the blood off his chest, she turned her attention to his hand, resting it on her knee so she could clean it up. Thankfully, there didn’t appear to be much damage besides a couple of cuts. “This is getting worse Sean. Have you told your mom?”

Sean shook his head. “Not yet. I was focused on helping Juliette. It slipped my mind at the time.”

Lorelei sighed. “I think you should. Especially in light of this new…vision? Hallucination? I don’t know, but whatever it means it can’t be good.”

“I will. I’ll try to call her now.” Sean said, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“Thank you.”

Sean had been unable to reach Elizabeth, but assured Lorelei he would keep trying. And, in the event that he couldn’t, he would ask Henrietta. Lorelei was hoping he would ask Henrietta sooner rather than later but knew her husband was a prideful man who didn’t like to admit weakness. For now, all she could do was wait and see what would happen. Hopefully, things wouldn’t get worse.

The next day, Lorelei heard from Monroe and Rosalee, who were now aware of Juliette’s status as a hexenbiest. She had come to spice shop upset about what was happening. However, upon seeing Nick there and realising that he had told Hank, Juliette had not been happy and had left. No one had seen or heard from her since, and no one would for a couple of weeks.

Lorelei was grateful she only had a couple of weeks before the college year ended. Even though she had only done one semester, that combined with work, motherhood, and the combined stress of what was happening with Sean and Juliette, as well as the Royals presence in Portland was impacting Lorelei. She was utterly exhausted, unable to make it through the day without having a nap. It was also starting to make her sick with nausea popping up every now and then. Lorelei was happy she had gotten permission from her professors to complete her education from home.

It was a Thursday night when Lorelei had headed over to Monroe and Rosalee’s to have dinner with them, Nick, and Hank. Sean had come home from work at a reasonable time and insisted he was perfectly capable of looking after Olivia. Lorelei had pulled up out the front of her friend’s house, just as Hank and Nick were arriving.

“Lore, almost didn’t recognise you without the baby in your arms.” Hank joked as she approached them.

“Haha, very funny.” Lorelei told him as she gave Nick a tight hug.

The three of them walked up the path to the front door and after a few moments, the door opened revealing Rosalee and Monroe, welcoming them in and ushering them into the living room. “I’ve got a nice bottle of wine breathing over here all by its lonesome.” Monroe commented.

“You have anything a little stronger?” Nick asked, sitting down.

Monroe looked a little surprised. “Uh, sure.” He said, glancing down the options he had. Meanwhile, Rosalee was pouring the wine into the glasses, as Lorelei sat down on the couch.

 “Smells good. It’ll be nice to have a home-cooked meal for a change.” Hank said as Rosalee handed him a glass.

“Then here’s to a home-cooked meal.” Monroe stated, filling a glass of whiskey for Nick.

Rosalee handed a glass of wine to Lorelei. “Here you go. A couple more months and you’ll be able to legally drink this.” She told Lorelei with a smile.

“That’s right. 21 this year.” Lorelei remarked. “I feel older than that.”

Rosalee and Hank joined Lorelei on the couch. “So, how’s things?” Rosalee asked tentatively.

Nick sighed. “Look, I don’t want anybody to feel…awkward about me and Juliette.”

“Yeah, no, why would we?” Monroe said in a tone that indicated there was some awkwardness.

“Not at all.” Rosalee added.

“I know she tried to blame…all of you.” Nick said, shooting a look at Lorelei. “If different ways.”

When Juliette had let it all out at the spice shop, despite Lorelei not being involved in the process to get Nick’s power back, it seemed she held some kind of resentment towards Lorelei as well. It did give some insight into her decision to try and sleep with Lorelei’s husband.

“We know that’s not her talking.” Rosalee assured him.

Nick shook his head. “No, it’s not.” He sighed. “I mean, I wish she was talking. She’s not answering her phone, she’s not showing up to work. She – I don’t even know where she is.”

“You know, when something like this happens, it takes time to figure it out.” Hank said.

“Yeah, well, I feel like I’m running out of time.” Nick said. “I’m afraid of what she might do out there. I mean, she’s already tried sleeping with her friend’s husband. My sister’s husband. If she’s capable of that, what else could she do?”

Lorelei kept silent. She had been asking herself the same question for the past couple of weeks. Rosalee spoke up. “There must be something we can do.”

“Like what?” Nick asked her. “Tell me, am I missing something? Cause I’m out there, every night, driving the streets trying to find her. Hoping that there’s some way that I can help her. Or talk some sense into her.”

“Dude, we totally get it.” Monroe said, glancing at the others.

Nick sighed. “I’m sorry.” He said, putting his glass down on the coffee table. “I can’t be here, pretending that she’s not out there somewhere.” He stood up. “I’m gonna have to take a rain check. I’m just…I’m really sorry.” And with that said, he left.

There a moment of silence before Monroe broke it. “Who’s hungry?”

Lorelei, Rosalee, and Hank just looked at him as he returned to his seat. “You know, just because this Henrietta, whom I’ve never met, says it’s irreversible doesn’t mean it is.” Rosalee said, sounding a little angry. She looked at Lorelei. “We need to talk to Sean. He’s still got the book that Adalind used, and there might be something in there that could help Juliette.”

Monroe sighed. “Then we’re gonna have to get that hat too.”

“We’re gonna go through that book, through every single spell, backwards and forwards, til we find something that works.” Rosalee said vehemently.

“You’re forgetting the main ingredient.” Hank told her.

Monroe looked at him. “What’s that?”

“Juliette.”

Lorelei sighed. “He’s right. I mean, what if we do find something that could help. It would probably involve Juliette needing to ingest something. And I get the feeling that, by the time we do. She’s not gonna be very cooperative.”

“She doesn’t want to be a hexenbiest. She came to us for help.” Rosalee told Lorelei.

“But we don’t know how far gone she is. Absolute power corrupts. And it’s already starting to get a foothold on Juliette.” Lorelei said, looking at her friend.

Rosalee looked at her in disbelief. “So, what, we give up?”

“No. But, if we find something, it may need to be forced on Juliette. For her own good.”

Rosalee sighed. “That’s why we need that book, and the hat. Can you call Sean please?”

***Sean’s POV***

“Are you alright?” Sean asked his wife as she stepped out of the downstairs bathroom. They had been having breakfast when she darted off, hand covering her mouth.

“Yeah.” She said, rejoining himself and Olivia at the table. “I don’t think that glass of wine agreed with me last night. I’ve been feeling off all night.”

Sean looked at her in concern. “Perhaps you should take it easy today. You’ve been feeling under the weather for the past couple of weeks.”

Lorelei shook her head. “I’m fine. Just a bit burnt out. And stressed. Besides, I need to finish this last assignment. The sooner I do that, the sooner I can take a break until the summer semester begins.”

Sean was concerned about Lorelei. Even after getting permission to complete her schooling at home, he felt she was still trying to do too much. Although the doctor had informed them Lorelei’s heart and lung function had returned to normal, she still had to take medication for high blood pressure. It may be something she would have to take for the rest of her life. Even though Olivia was no longer attending daycare, Angela was still acting as babysitter a few days a week so that Lorelei could solely focus on her work and studies. Despite the help, Lorelei had been exhausted. She was also determined to get back on track with her studies, as such, she was studying over the summer so that she would still be starting her final year in September. Sean completely supported Lorelei’s desire to finish her Masters and eventually, start her PhD, however he was starting to get worried that she was pushing herself too hard. It was getting to the point he wanted to suggest she reconsider her employment with the hospital. However, Sean knew how much she loved her job. For now, he was keeping it to himself but if she didn’t start to feel better soon, he would speak up.

After finishing breakfast, Sean said goodbye to his wife and daughter before heading off to work. He made a slight detour, stopping in at the spice shop to drop the book and hat off to Monroe and Rosalee. The couple greeted him as he entered the shop.

“Thanks for coming.” Monroe said, closing the door behind him.

“Yeah.” Sean said, carrying the box toward the front counter where Rosalee was standing.

“You brought them.” Rosalee commented, looking relieved.

Sean set the box on the counter. “I did.” He said, opening the box and pulling the items out. “I probably don’t need to warn you, but I’m going to anyway. Be very careful with these.”

“Right.” Rosalee said. “And we can’t close the book.”

“No.” He glanced between them. “Nick know you’re doing this.”

Monroe shook his head. “No. We don’t want to give him false hope.” Rosalee explained.

“Well, you realise there may not be any hope.”

“Yeah, well, we still got to try.” Monroe told him. “I mean, we’re all part of what happened to Juliette, so…”

Rosalee looked at Sean. “Have you talked to Juliette since…well, you know?”

Sean shook his head. “No. And honestly, I don’t really want to.”

Rosalee nodded understandingly. “Did she really accuse you of baby trapping Lorelei?”

“She did.”

Monroe sighed. “I still can’t believe she would do that to Nick and Lorelei.”

“She’s definitely not the same.” Sean commented.

“We know.” Rosalee said quietly.

“Well, be careful. You may do more harm than good.” Sean told them before leaving them to it.

When Sean returned home that evening, he found Angela still there, cooking dinner. “Hi Sean. Hope you’re hungry.”

Sean returned her smile. “Yeah, starving. Lorelei still working?”

Angela shook her head. “No. I sent to her to take a nap a few hours ago. She’s still sleeping. Poor thing is exhausted. I also fed Olivia and put her to bed.”

Sean sighed. “Thank you. Is Lorelei still feeling sick?”

Angela nodded. “She is, threw up at the smell of the raw chicken I was preparing for the casserole.”

“I should try and get her to see the doctor. She hasn’t been feeling well the past few weeks. But she keeps deflecting, insisting its stress and burnout.”

“I agree. She should see her doctor.” Angela said, giving Sean a pointed look.

“What?”

Angela shrugged as she moved to pull the casserole out of the oven. “I could be wrong, but based on what Lorelei has told me over the past few weeks, is it possible that she’s pregnant again?”

Sean stared at her in surprise. “Is that possible? Getting pregnant so soon after her last pregnancy?”

Angela chuckled. “Oh yes. Most definitely.” Sean remembered what Juliette had said that night, he’d thought she was speaking generally but was it possible that she had sensed something? Angela patted Sean on the shoulder. “How about I pick up a couple of tests on my way over tomorrow? No pressure to use them, just so you have them on hand if Lorelei wants to check.”

Lorelei still hadn’t woken up by the time Angela left. Sean headed upstairs to check on his wife. He stopped into Olivia’s bedroom to look in on her. Molly and Daisy were curled up on the floor near the crib, where they had taken to sleeping most nights since they had moved in. Sean stood beside the crib, looking down at his daughter, sleeping peacefully. Would she become a big sister soon? As he watched his daughter, he thought about Diana, who was only a little older than her younger sister. Whereas Olivia took after Lorelei, Sean wondered who Diana looked like. He or Adalind?

As Sean moved towards the bedroom he shared with his wife, he found Lorelei sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes. “Look who’s awake.” Sean commented, coming to sit on the bed beside her.

“What time is it?”

“Just past eight.”

Lorelei groaned. “I didn’t mean to sleep so long.”

“You must have needed it.” Sean told her, as he thought back to what Angela said. Could Lorelei be pregnant? “Are you hungry? Angela made a casserole.”

Lorelei shook her head. “No, I’m not hungry. I’m still feeling a little…blah.”

Sean nodded, wondering how to bring it up with Lorelei. “Angela mentioned you were feeling unwell. You haven’t been feeling yourself for a while.”

Lorelei shrugged. “I think I’m just burnt out.”

“Angela had a suggestion for why you haven’t been well.”

Lorelei looked at him curiously. “What is it?”

“She thinks you could be pregnant.”

Lorelei stared at him for a moment. “Pregnant? Uh…I don’t…No…um…” She stammered before pausing to think about it. “I mean, I suppose it’s possible.”

“Angela said she’d pick up some tests tomorrow. If you want to check before seeing a doctor.”

“I suppose I might as well.” Lorelei said slowly. She looked at Sean. “How would feel if I was?”

Sean smiled, taking her hand in his. “I would be happy. Concerned, in light of your last pregnancy and the complications associated with it. And considering everything going on at the moment. But I will be happy. How would you feel?”

Lorelei returned the smile. “I would be happy as well. I do want more children, although I was hoping not for another year. After I finish my degree. But, if I am pregnant, we’ll figure it out.”

***Lorelei’s POV***

Lorelei couldn’t wait for Angela to arrive the next day. She’d checked with her friend to make sure she was bringing the pregnancy tests, and Angela had confirmed she would. Lorelei had been nauseous since she woke up, even throwing up a couple of times, however she wasn’t sure if it was pregnancy or nerves. Sean had delayed leaving for work, getting Olivia fed and dressed for the day while Lorelei hugged the porcelain throne. Although Lorelei wanted more children and was happy with the idea of being pregnant, she couldn’t help but feel the timing was off. There was so much going on at the moment. Between the everyday life stuff to Juliette and Sean’s bleeding and nightmares, how was she going to raise two kids under two without making some big changes. She wasn’t going to give up on getting her degree, but her job may no longer be an option.

Angela finally arrived and sent Sean upstairs with the pregnancy tests. After reading through the instructions, Lorelei took one of the tests. She and Sean sat on the bed, waiting for the timer to go off. It was the longest five minutes of her life. Eventually, the alarm went off and Lorelei got up to check the results. Test in one hand, instructions in the other, Lorelei compared the two. Her heart skipped a beat as she read the results. “What does it say?”

Lorelei couldn’t stop the smile that broke across her face as she looked up at him. “It’s positive. I’m pregnant.”

The smile on Sean’s face mirrored her own and he swept her into his arms, holding her close. “We’re having another baby.”

Although Lorelei and Sean had their concerns about her falling pregnant so soon after Olivia’s birth, they were very happy about the news. Lorelei had sent Sean off to work, promising that she would make an appointment with Dr Brody to confirm the home pregnancy test. Angela was delighted to hear she would soon have another adopted grandchild. Before Lorelei sat down in the home office to begin her day, she called Dr Brody’s office to make an appointment. Lorelei was booked in for an appointment next week, although in the meantime, Dr Brody had arranged for Lorelei to get a blood test done and urine sample collected prior to the appointment.

Despite any reservations that Lorelei had, she couldn’t deny that she was happy to be expecting a second child with her husband.

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[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Forty-Nine

Masterlist

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While the three of them were gone, Chloe tried Michael again. Still no answer. Could he be that passed out? She has the nurse bring Emma and her crib back in the room again. She wanted to spend every moment with her. She was in awe of what her and Michael had created. This perfect, tiny human being. She would do anything to protect her from Michael’s rage..absolutely anything. She never wanted Emma to feel Michael’s rage the way she has had to. Emma and Chloe both fell asleep with Chloe holding her in the bed with her.

Chloe woke when Beth tried to take Emma out of her arms.

“No, no no.” said Chloe. “Leave her, please. We’re fine.”

“We want to show you a few things we got the baby.” Beth said.

“Okay, take her and I’ll sit up.” Chloe said.

She let Bob hold Emma. He was remarkably good at it. Like he had been doing it his whole life.

“Bob, you look very comfortable holding a baby.” Chloe said.

“I’ve held them before. I’m not all spit and vinegar. I got some sugar in me too.” He replied.

“So what did you get?” Chloe asked.

“Look at these cute sundresses! Beth said. “And the pjs! I had so much fun shopping for her. She will be so spoiled. There is even this little yellow bonnet that goes with this yellow dress.so she is shaded from the sun. Isn’t it all adorable. We got her diapers, a car seat, pack and play crib, high chair, pretty much everything she’ll need.” Beth said.

“I would, however, like you to stay with us for a while so we can help you.” Edith said.

“What’s a while?” asked Chloe.

“No less than two weeks.” responded Edith.

“Well, I just come stay and play it by ear, how about that?” Chloe asked.

“That’s fair,” Edith told her. “They're discharging you tomorrow morning. We will come get you.”

“Beth needs to stay the night, in case of trouble. Michael may want me home.” Chloe told them.

“I can do that. I’ll let the nurses know not to let him in to see you.” Beth replied.

“That may upset him.” Chloe said.

“I don’t care. This is about you and the baby, not him.” Beth said. “He’ll get over it.”

“Just eat a nice meal we are having brought in for you, get some rest and we’ll see you in the morning.” Edith said. With that her and Bob left.

Chloe and Beth watched some TV while they took turns feeding and holding the baby. Around 6:00 pm a wonderful pasta dinner with salad and dinner rolls was slivered for the girls. They ate until they were stuffed.

There were oodles of left overs so Beth took the pasta and bread out to the nurses station for them to have on their breaks. They were thrilled to say the least. They didn’t get treated like this very often.

Chloe and Beth were tired early so once Emma was fed, changed and sleeping they both laid down. The nurses had brought a roll away bed in for Beth to sleep on.

As Chloe was going to sleep she decided she should try Michael one last time. She hadn’t been able to reach him all day.

“Beth I need to call Michael and tell him Emma has arrived.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right. But don’t back down about staying at the house with us for a small while. Stick to your guns.” Beth told her

Chloe picked up her phone and called the house but got no answer, so she then dialed his cell phone number. After several rings he finally picked up.

“Yeah, hello.” He said

“Michael it’s me Chloe. I’ve been trying to reach you all day. Where are you? “She asked him.

“The bigger question is where the hell are you?! I wake up and my wife has left me again! “He yelled.

“I didn’t leave you. I tried waking you up but you were passed out. I went into labor land my water broke. I had to drive myself to the hospital. And please stop yelling. Now where are you?” She asked again.

“So you had the damn kid huh. What is it? Where am I? Out having fun, that’s where.

“I’m going to bed. I’m not going to be able to come home for a few weeks. Just so you know. “ Chloe told him.

“Why the hell not!?” Michael asked her.

“I’m staying with Edith. Bob and Beth so they can help me with Emma the first few weeks or so. “

“So it’s a damn girl. You don’t need help. You’re coming home!”

“No, I’m not Michael. Please don’t cause trouble.” Chloe begged him.

Everyone knew trouble was Michaels middle name

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

you nod your head before turning around and pressing a kiss to jungkook’s lips. “have a good day, hun” you whisper against his lips as you continue to rock jia to sleep and jungkook presses a kiss against your head before he’s leaving you with the twins and soon out of the house.

once jia is sound asleep, you put her back in the crib and sleepily walk back to sleep where jaemin is and sleep for another hour before waking jaemin up for school. he goes to an early starter school that starts are preschool to 3rd grade and it’s the same school ji-ae enrolled jungkook in when he was younger.

you go down stairs and make jaemin a bowl of cinnamon oatmeal with sliced apples, sliced bananas, blueberries, and orange juice for breakfast and as he’s eating, you iron his school uniform.

“say aah” you tell jaemin who follows your instructions and does what you’re doing. you allow him to brush his own teeth but you go back over his teeth and floss his teeth too.

after giving jaemin a bubble bath, you get him dressed for school and arrive there by 8:30 on the dot. you walk inside the building and walk with him to his classroom that is doing their usual free-play before they begin the day.

“okay min, be good. daddy will come pick you up today. your lunch is in your backpack kay?”

“okay mommy!! i love you”

“i love you too min”

you give jaemin a kiss to his head and watch his teacher greet your son with all smiles. once jaemin was dropped off, you circle back home to relieve ji-ae and take care of the twins on your own so ji-ae can tend to her endeavors.

you bathe your twins, dress them, and warm up their bottles with freshly pumped breastmilk. you really enjoy being a mother and love the little family you and jungkook created. jin-sun and jia are such happy babies and don’t really cause much problems for you until they’re upset.

you don’t really do much except for take care of the twins which can sometimes be exhausting but you love every minute of it.

“mr. jeon!” his personal assistant yells barging in his office while jungkook is on a call. “s-sorry, but-,”

“no need to introduce me. he knows who i am. right jungkook?” says mr. hwang, tina hwang’s father.

Jungkook is surprised to see his ex-girlfriend’s father here at his workplace, Jungkook nods, well, talking on the phone and he quickly finishes off the call, he tells the personal secretary to leave so he can talk to Mr. Hwang.

It’s not that surprising that he is here right now because they have done business together several times, but.. the last time they saw each other was probably like a year ago. “Hmm Please sit down… to what do I owe this pleasure to?” Jungkook asks the older man, asking him indirectly why he’s here.

and he doesn’t exactly like Tina’s father, because he was really good friends with his father, Jeon Jaekuk.

“is it like something business related?” Jungkook asks, yes, he’s been planning to open another hotel, but this time in Dubai. “or is this regarding my newest hotel project?” Jungkook folds his hands, “but before we get to business, would you like some coffee or any beverage?” He smiles, Today is a packed day, so he’s a little confused as to why he’s really here because he didn’t even make an appointment.

“Seems like it’s something urgent? You didn’t make an appointment so that’s why I’m wondering, Mr Hwang.” He’s waiting for the older man man to speak, he commands his secretary, to bring in some treats and beverages for the two of them.

And he hopes that the old man will hurry this meeting up because he has to visit some sites and then he has to pick up Jaemin in a few hours.

And he also promised you that he would be home early today.

“Next time just make an appointment will you? I’m kind of busy today so I’d appreciate it if you could hurry this up.” Maybe he does sound a little rude, but he takes his time very seriously. And Mr Hwang is more than familiar with jungkooks cold and ruthless nature when it comes to business.

And he cannot wait to go home and be with you and his family already.

Yeah, he’s a little annoyed.

[reddawnmultimuse]

"...You’ll leave just like he did. All papas do.”

If there was one thing that Sasori did not take kindly to, it was being told he couldn't do something.

He had made the aforementioned decision to stay in his new children's lives, but it was a matter of pride, too. He was going to show both Sakura and her little daughter that he wasn't going to leave and they would have to make him leave. And that obligation was solidified by his stubbornness--only to instantly regret it.

Turns out, babies sucked, both literally and figuratively. If they weren't shitting themselves, they were crying and if they weren't crying, they were shitting--sometimes both! While he had had a little experience with infants due to his godson, he had been a saint of a baby in comparison to the twins. It was nothing but crying, day and night. Despite being a modified human, he was still a human being and as a human being, he still needed rest--rest he was not getting enough of.

So yes, Sasori did get frustrated with them--a lot. But never did he take it out of them, if just barely. No, he took it out on Sakura; insulting anything and everything about her to make himself feel better--from her weight, the size of her breasts and once even her stretchmarks. Didn't help she'd bite back at him which once or twice ended up in a screaming match betwixt them.

Afterwards, Sasori would leave the house, either to take a long, long walk to clear his head or go spend the night on his godson's couch. Then, the puppeteer would walk off and they'd do it all over again. So, so many times did Sasori just want to say "fuck it" and leave but he couldn't. He couldn't do that to his children. Especially not his precious, little Saori who so glued to him, moreso than to her mother.

So, he stayed. He wasn't happy about it, but he stayed. And that's where Sasori was today, months later.

Despite Sakura working from home these days, Sasori took on a majority of the childcare while she was busy. So, since it was mid-afternoon, he had tried to put the twins down to nap--and a nap for him too. However, Saori had decided she hated napping in her crib and put up a fuss when he tried to put her down. So, Sasori scooped her back up, deciding to let her nap with him. However, Sorrell didn't like sleeping without his sister and got upset too until Sasori picked him up too.

So, with a baby in each arm, Sasori laid out on the couch and switched on the television, not so much watching as he rocked the twins. Thankfully, they both fell asleep quickly as did their father. It has been three days with minimal sleep on Sasori's end so a few hours of rest was a blessing. That is, until a flash of light interrupted his overdue nap.

Groaning, Sasori opened his eyes to see Sakura standing over them with her phone in hand, obviously having taken their picture. She knew how much he loathed having his photo taken but hadn't the energy to snap at her about it. That, and not in front of the babies.

"No. No. Don't want to wake them up..." He said in a whisper, rubbing his fingers against his human eye which was outlined by dark circles. Saori got cranky when she didn't have her nap and he--neither did he imagine Sakura--wanted to deal with that. Just like her mother, she was. "You can be on night duty. It's the weekend you don't have to work tomorrow, aye?"

Sarada sort of blank stared at him for a moment. Trying to gauge if that was a joke or not. Should she laugh? Would it be awkward not to? What if he was being serious? Why does reading people have to be so stressful??? “Uh… You already saw me cooking by myself.” She was twelve, not a baby,

“No offense, Mister Sasori but… We aren’t on that level yet that you can papa me. I think you’re cool and all, with all your weapons and stuff but- You’ll leave just like he did. All papas do.”

She awkwardly scooted past him to head to her room, “If you need anything, my room is right here, uh, I think the tv remote is still in the couch cushions if you want to watch tv. I have some studying to do.”

Sarada trusted he wouldn’t get up too much. With that she slipped into her room.

A few months later, Sasori was still there. Proving both Sarada and Sakura wrong. Sure he did get frustrated sometimes and went for a walk but he always came back. Sakura didn’t really blame him for getting frustrated. This was a new lifestyle for him and he was a new parent. Babies can get frustrating. The twins cried a lot more than Sarada did, but they weren’t terrible by any means. Sakura never stopped him from going for a walk. She was grateful that he was mature enough to walk off rather than explode on everything. She would bite his head off if he yelled at any of the kids.

Sasori certainly didn’t mind taking things out on her though. His constant jabs and insults didn’t help the postpartum depression she was going through. It frustrated her that she had to resort to medication to get it handled. Sakura often told people there was no shame in taking medicine for one's mental health, but she didn’t share the same advice to herself. It was a blow to the pride that she couldn’t handle things herself. She was one of the best medics in the world! And yet she let one asshole puppet bastard bully her into a depression. It was bullshit!

Bastard.

Asshole.

Despite his treatment towards her and her personal feelings, she made an effort to treat him fairly. She was kinder to him than she was to most dickheads that insulted her at work, and yet he wasn’t mature enough to extend the same level of kindness. Guess she had to be the mature one. Sakura knew she could easily just kick him out but it wouldn’t be fair to the twins. Especially since the little girl was so attached to him. It upset Sakura a little bit that her own daughter would rather hang out with Sasori than her. The boy on the other hand was very much a mama’s boy. Sakura had to relearn how to work with an infant in her arms at the same time.

It was mid-afternoon, Sakura took a break, things were surprisingly quiet. She didn’t know if she should be concerned. Walking out to the living room she was met with the sight of both twins laying on top of Sasori while he watched tv. Sakura pulled her phone out of her pocket and came up from behind the couch to take a picture of the three. She didn’t ask Sasori if it was okay because it didn’t matter to her,

“That’s going into the scrapbooks.~” Sakura gave a tired grin at her phone before pocketing it,

“Need a break? I can take them for a while.”

[bokubear]

hq boys when their baby seeks comfort from them

feat. ( timeskip! )atsumu miya + sakusa kiyoomi + kageyama tobio + osamu miya

warnings ; tooth-rotting fluff

notes ; my heart is melting thank you for the amazing idea 😼anon ♡

+ATSUMU pried an eye open, his son somehow managed to slip from the crib he shared with his sister, and now sat at the side of his bed, face all wobbly with tears. “hey little man what’s goin’ on ?” you were fast asleep beside him, exhausted from the long day. the boy curled his tiny fist around his fathers shirt, lifted up easily into the setters arms as he rubbed his back in comfort. “shh shh i know i know, bad dream ? c’mere i’ve got you.” he hummed, pressing a soft kiss on his sons forehead. the baby’s crying eventually subsiding. “alright alright, are we done crying ? you might wake up mommy so let’s go back quiet okay ?” he reminded, comically tip-toeing to their bedroom like a cartoon character. “yes daddy.” the mini-atsumu echoed, giggling. precious.

+SAKUSA noticed his girl running towards him, her loud whines alerting his heightened fatherly instincts that something was the matter. “daddy~~nori ate my cookie ! the one you made for me.” she sobbed, rubbing her eyes harshly with an extremely saddened expression. the man couldn’t help but try not to smile, how concerned she was over his cookie he made for her was enough to melt his heart. “ah, that. baby it’s okay, such a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be upset, i can make you another when we get home.” he explained, the girls face lighting up immediately. “really ? daddy you the best !” she squeezed a mini hug around his calf, the highest she could reach with that babied voice of hers still intact. his everything. two people being you and her, his entire world.

+KAGEYAMA was occupying himself with teaching his girls how to ride bikes. and while on was already pedaling around the neighborhood with her pink barbie bike and all ( with your supervision that is ), the other love of his life was having some difficulty. finally, just finally she managed to stay balanced she toppled over just as fast, a ringing scream sounding. scooping her up, he bounced her in his shoulder, hushing the soft sniffles with ease. “we’re gonna get you all patched up okay cutie-pie ? don’t you shed one more tear because you’re going to feel amazing after you get all cleaned up.” the assurance breaking a big grin on her face. with the curious george bandaids fastened, she stalked out to you with pride. “mommy mommy ! look what i did ! i’m a warrior ! as tough as daddy now !” and while you cooed, tobio was a mess of sentiment at just how adorable this is.

+OSAMU had his boy seated on the counter, observing how he prepared the ingredients and such with pin-point precision. one of the cooks favorite things to come home to ( and look forward to ). he definitely got that fascination from him, that eagerness to explore. all was well until he chopped the carrots, and the tike’s face broke into a fit of weeping. “y-y-you killed mr. carrot !” he hiccuped, pointing accusingly at the knife in hand. the chef having to quickly turn away to downright wheeze, this was too cute to handle, and he didn’t want to hurt his boys already distraught state even more. “kiddo kiddo, it’s okay, i’m gonna fix mr. carrot all up so he can be fancy. there are a ton of mr. carrots out there, and this mr. carrot will be okay.” he lifted up an untouched carrot, saying ‘look at me ! i’m great!’ with a voice implying the carrot was talking. somehow, this worked. impressive to say the least.

-maak

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

Ok how about Steve is alone with daisy for the weekend and she starts to teeth. It’s night and he already had been up 5 times cause she kept starting to cry again. The rest is up to you❤️

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

warnings: 18+ topics (under 18 year olds do NOT interact/reader)

part of toxic

The house was a mess, an organised mess at that. There were gates everywhere with Daisy starting to crawl around and there were toys at every corner of the house; mostly due to Steve having a massive inability not to buy her anything shiny that she liked at the store and Daisy's grandparents inability not to spoil her rotten. Along with that, being first time parents had both of them too tired to even try and attempt to collect the toys into a basket.

Steve knew Y/N was tired so when her university friend sent her an invitation to attend her hen do, he decided it was a good idea for her to attend. It wasn't anything to roudy or party heavy, a nice weekend away at a luxurious spa in Connecticut. It was the perfect break from a tiring 6 months. Initially, she'd said yes rather excitedly but now, on the day she was supposed to depart, she was having second thoughts.

     - My love, it's just a weekend away. - he followed her into the kitchen as Y/N held Daisy tight against her.

     - What if she starts walking? Or says her first word? - she cuddled her 6 month old daughter who was happily enjoying the attention from her mother.

     - It's too early for that, my love. Besides, Elizabeth is paying for the trip and you love a bargain.

     - Isn't it too late to leave my 6 month old? What if she stops liking me or becomes mentally screwed like her dad?

     - It's one night, my love and you listened to the doctor. She said you needed to have a life outside of your baby.

     - I'm sure she said that so you wouldn't feel bad about your trips to the cabin.

     - My love ... - he wrapped his arms around her waist. - Daisy will be fine. Go.

After some more couching, she decided to finally grab her weekender bag and get in her car. She deserved this time off. She had been working day and night, not only watching over her newborn baby but also her 9-5 job whose boss, a rather annoying principal investigator, did not understand the meaning of maternity leave and was constantly calling her. She deserved some time of pampering and Steve deserved to spend his first time alone with his baby. Daisy was a rather calm baby, much calmer than what his mother had told him a child would be. She was a quiet baby, mostly cuddling against her mother or father or playing with her toys in her little play pen in the living room. That was how their evening went, with Daisy playing around with her various toys and crawling around the home until it was time to put her to sleep.

She went down quickly, falling asleep in the crib while he went to his bedroom to sleep. Just as he thought it was gonna be a quiet night, the screams and crying came from the baby monitor. He went over to comfort her, waiting for her to return to sleep. However, she cried 3 more times and after the fourth, he was starting to get worried. He picked her up from her crib, rocking her side to side, the back of his hand pressed against her forehead. She was warm and he hoped she didn’t have a fever. 

      - Oh Daisy love, what’s wrong? - he spoke softly to her, holding her closer but she was still upset, in distress.

He went down the stairs with her flush against him. She couldn’t be hungry and she didn’t have a dirty nappy, so it had to be teething. Y/N had been speaking about it for the past weeks with Daisy reaching that time; however, he had to say this sure was the time. He looked through the fridge for the chewing tools that she had placed before hand. He noticed the small little giraffe toy at the end of his fridge. 

     - There you go, flower. - he showed the toy to Daisy who just continued to cry, ignoring it. - Come on, flower, it’ll make you feel so much better. 

She sobbed against her father’s shirt, merely taking the toy from him once she noticed the giraffe plushie in the middle. It took her a bit to trust the toy, inspecting it for a while before bringing it to her mouth. She calmed down slightly, leaning her head on her father’s chest while chewing onto the cold toy. He sighed, smiling and kissing the top of her head before going back upstairs. There was no advantage in putting Daisy back in her bedroom, besides, he’d rather if she stayed with him the night. The two fell asleep around 7 o’clock, Daisy sleeping on top of her father’s chest with the toy in her mouth. 

Y/N had decided to cut the hen do short. She knew she had to have a life outside of her baby and her husband, but Daisy was 6 months old and she couldn’t enjoy herself if she was thinking about her baby 24/7. She slept over to Sunday, getting in the car in the morning to drive back home. Seeing the house on the horizon made her feel much better and entering it felt like coming to the right place. However, she furrowed her brows as she noticed Steve wasn’t up yet. Checking her watch, 11 AM shone on it. They should be awake. 

She threw her bag to the side and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Walking into her bedroom, she smiled at the vision which she wished she could bottle. Daisy was asleep on top of Steve’s chest, her toy next to her while his hand was on top of her back. Y/N walked slowly up to them, slowly picking Daisy up so she could go back to her bedroom and let her husband sleep. 

    - Y/N? - he opened his eyes, filled with sleep. - My love, what are you doing here?

    - It was boring there. - she sat in bed next to her, holding her baby close to her chest. - I missed my baby. Did she behave?

    - She’s a bit fussy. Teething, I think. - he held himself up on his arm, his hand meeting his wife’s. - She’ll okay now. 

    - I’ll but her in her crib, let her sleep. 

    - Well ... if the baby’s asleep and we have time by ourselves ...

    - You better be prepared when I return, Dr. Kemp.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

baby sarah starts crying terribly at family dinner and lenny insists on comforting her but he ends up falling asleep holding her and midge finds them

"I got her."

"Let Miriam get her," Moishe waves. "You just got back from being on tour, you don't need to have a baby crying in your face."

Lenny grins a little and gets to his feet, kissing the top of Midge's head before wandering off towards the nursery.

"You didn't fight him on it?" Joel asks quizzically. "You don't wanna do it yourself?"

"Lenny's really missed the kids," Midge explains. "And Sarah's still so little, he doesn't wanna miss things."

"What's there to miss?" Moishe asks. "They cry, the shit, they sleep."

Midge just grins and shrugs as she keeps eating and the crying settles.

"Lenny is an excellent father," Abe boasts.

"It is wonderful to have more help with the children." Rose comments. "He's very involved."

"That's wonderful," Shirley beams. "Joely is very involved with Xiulan."

Midge grins. "He's always been there for Ethan and Esther, too. So he knows what the dad life is like. And Lenny really loves being a dad. too."

****

He settles into the rocking chair with the his seven-month-old in his arms, gazing down at her. "You trying to make sure I don't have to put up with so many people at dinner? Huh? Is that what this is? You trying to save my ass already?"

Sarah wipes her eyes and whimpers, before settling in against his chest.

Lenny chuckles. "Yes, I know. Life is very overwhelming at times. It's bright and loud and smelly and upsetting. That's okay. I understand."

*****

"Lenny never came out of the nursery," Joel points out as he and Mei are leaving for the night along with Abe and Rose and Shirley and Moishe.

"He probably fell asleep," Midge grins. "It was a long tour."

"Give him our best," Abe tells her.

She nods. "I will."

Once she has them all out the door, she does the dishes quietly, before wandering into the little nursery, and as expected, Lenny is sleeping in the rocking chair with Sarah settled in his arms, sleeping deeply.

"Oh, you two," Midge grins, leaning in to left Sarah and settle her into her crib.

"Hm?"

She turns to Lenny and leans in, stroking his jaw gently. "You need to sleep in your own bed, Mr. Weissman."

"S'fine...s'just resting my eyes for a minute..."

"Lenny..."

"Mhm."

"Two months is too long a tour, Lenny."

"I'll alert the media," he mutters, struggling to open his eyes. "I missed you. And the kids. And all of this."

"I know," she says gently. "Come on. Let me put you to bed."

"You need a break, too," Lenny points out as he lets her pull him to his feet. "Workin' and juggling four kids..."

"Well, now that you're home we can plan a break," Midge smiles. "But first, I am putting you to bed."

"God, I wish I wasn't so tired...I haven't taken a corset off of you in two whole months. That's too fuckin' long."

"We'll fix that, too."

"Damn right."

[scuttling]

Stay at Home DILF

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 5,863 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch, Insecure Hotch, Oral sex, Fingering, Unprotected sex, A little angsty by accident Summary: Aaron retires from the BAU when the new baby is born, but a year later the lack of structure, sleep, and time for himself means changes to his body he's not very proud of. When the thought of having another child is brought up, how will he and his wife work through his insecurities to make the perfectly imperfect, happy family? *Requested by anon Link to A03 or read below! “Honey, I have to get going—do you need me to drop Jack off at school, or are you good?” Professor Hotchner slides her foot into a flesh-toned pump, leaning against the kitchen table for support and stealing a grape from Jack’s fruit salad. He narrows his eyes, then sticks out his tongue, and she does the same. “Do you want me to starve, Jackrabbit?”

“You won’t starve. Get your own grapes.” So full of sass, that one. Seven is such a fun age. She decides to blame the mixture of Aaron’s genes and Haley’s, and she pulls out her phone to send Haley a quick text.

Your son is a menace in the morning.

Haley: Gets that from his dad.

Aaron enters the kitchen, holding their one year old daughter Mia, and he sticks her in her highchair, puts her breakfast in front of her, and leans toward his wife.

“I’m good, I’ll take him,” he says, and kisses her lips. “Mia and I will take big brother Jack to school, won’t we?” Mia is obsessed with Jack—her first word was Jack, or rather, Ack, which was super cute—so she giggles happily, and her mother can’t help but smile. Their little family is absolutely perfect.

She leans in for another kiss from Aaron, and then another, and then maybe one more...

“You’re getting distracted,” Jack says, and she looks over at him with a raised eyebrow, then back to Aaron. He shrugs.

“It was on one of his vocabulary sheets.” Figures.

“Well, maybe I find my boys distracting. Let me give you kisses and we’ll find out!” She launches herself at him, kissing his head and his cheeks, and he laughs, and she knows she’s going to be late for work, but she can’t pass up moments like these, she just can’t.

She gives him a hug and tells him to have a good day, then she kisses Mia, and then she puts her arms around Aaron’s neck and kisses him goodbye. Before she pulls away, something comes over her—the warmth of this perfect morning, the overwhelming love for both of their sassy, silly kids, or maybe the fact that they’ve been too busy for sex lately and she’s constantly horny for him—and she looks up at him and whispers, “we should have another baby.”

Aaron grins immediately.

“Yeah we should.” They kiss a few more times, quickly, smiling against each other's lips, and he pats her hip because he knows she has to go. “We’ll talk more later, but yes. I want to. I love you.” He takes her face in his hands and kisses her deeply, and she sighs, grabs her bags, and heads out the door. Work is work; as the youngest professor in the English department, her schedule is jam packed with classes, lectures, morning office hours, but despite all that, it seems that Aaron is having the more difficult day.

They both love that he was able to retire from the BAU early to be a stay at home dad when Mia was born—he does consult for them occasionally, but has no official title, doesn’t have to travel—and he’s amazing at it, but she knows her baby can be a handful even on a good day. The texts she’s been getting all morning only solidify that knowledge.

Aaron: FYI - Mia hates bananas this week.

Aaron: What do they put in this applesauce, crack? She’s tearing around here like a bat out of hell.

Aaron: Okay, she’s your child, I officially renounce her. I put on The White Album and she started crying.

Maybe she prefers Abbey Road?

Aaron: No. Unlike her mother, she has taste.

You wound me, Hotchner.

She works through lunch, grading papers on The Call of the Wild, but when Aaron’s name lights up the display on her phone, she puts her pen down and smiles, puts it on speaker.

She’s sorry she did, because Mia is wailing in the background, and it’s very clearly her, I’m exhausted, asshole, leave me alone, cry, which makes her wonder why she’s not taking a nap. She knows she resists Aaron sometimes, doesn’t want him to leave her alone in her room, which is so sweet and also so, so annoying.

“Hi, sweetheart. Are you having a little trouble over there?” He takes a deep breath and sighs.

“She won’t go down, baby, even if I sit in the rocking chair beside her. It’s been twenty minutes.” Wow. He put up with it longer than she would have.

“Put her in her crib with Stuffy Bear and just let her cry; I know you hate that, but she’ll give up eventually.” He groans softly.

“I can’t; I feel so bad.”

She smiles. Her warm-hearted man.

“She does this because she knows you’ll give in and do whatever she wants. I promise you, she’ll be happier for it; she sounds miserable.”

“I don’t know…” he says, and she can tell he’s not going to do it. She picks up her pen and skims the paper she abandoned.

“Are you tired?” She doesn't wait for an answer, because she knows he is: Jack had a bad dream last night and woke them both up, and Aaron went to lay with him until he fell asleep because he knew she had an early morning. It was almost time for her alarm when he made it back to bed. “If you want to try to nap, she’s going to have to nap. Do it for her, yourself, me, a combination of the three of us. She won’t be mad at you; she won’t even remember.”

“What if I give her abandonment issues?” he presses, and she closes her eyes for a moment.

“Aaron, I love you so much. You’re such a great dad, and our kids are lucky to have you. But you have to loosen the reins just a little, especially if… if we are going to have another baby.” The thought makes her smile, and she can tell he’s smiling down the line, too.

“Right. Loosen the reins. Just put her in her crib,” she can hear that he does that, “and give her Stuffy Bear, and let her cry.” He blows out a breath, and she can hear the door click shut behind him as he leaves her room. She’s proud of him, but she also knows he’s going to sit in front of the video monitor and watch to make sure she falls asleep, and that he’ll probably work on laundry after that and not actually take a nap of his own.

He insists he’s doing fine when she brings it up, but the way he sacks out like a corpse when they get into bed doesn’t exactly have her convinced.

“I love you, and miss you,” he says when it’s slightly quieter, though she can faintly hear the cries through the monitor. “It made me really happy this morning when you said we should have another baby. We make perfect babies, have you noticed?” She hides her grin behind her hand, because if anyone walked by her office they’d think she’s insane with how widely she’s smiling.

“I have noticed, but since we only have the one and I can’t take any credit for Jack, I figured we should probably make another. Maybe the same way we made Mia…” They’re both convinced it was a weekend when Jack was at Haley’s and the two of them went to town on each other, true marathon sex where they only stopped for food and water and she coaxed him to hardness so many times she felt like a damn sex goddess.

“Hmm. I remember that with fondness, and would love to do that again. You know Haley said she’d take Mia on one of Jack’s weekends if we ever needed her to.”

Her life is pretty damn perfect, with her gorgeous, caring husband, and her two awesome kiddos, and a job she loves, but the most unexpectedly sweet part is that Haley is so comfortable with her, and that she and Aaron were able to get past the ugliness of their divorce to eventually become friends again. It’s not something they take for granted.

“Maybe we should take her up on it this weekend,” she says, trying to sound a little sultry. “We’ve both been so busy; it’s been a while since you pet my kitty.” For some reason, this particular phrase makes Aaron blush and get insanely horny, and she’s hoping to tease him so much the rest of the week that their weekend is one neither of them ever forget, so she’s pulling out the big guns.

“It’s been far too long, and I’m sorry. I can’t wait, baby. I’ll call her here in a few; I know you have to get to your next lecture.” She looks down at her watch, and it is about time to clean up and head over. She sighs happily down the line.

“Okay, I love and miss you; try to take a power nap. I promise, she’ll be fine.”

“I will.” He won’t. “Talk to you soon.” When she gets home, Aaron has dinner ready; she told him to hold off, that she’d help when she got there, but he has always been an overachiever.

Mia is already in her high-chair, waiting patiently for once in her little life; she kisses her forehead, breathes in her sweet baby smell, and then makes her way to her husband.

“Looks good, honey,” she says as he sets the table, and she leans up for a kiss, but when she presses her hand to his stomach like she always does, he pulls back a little. “Is everything okay? Did you have a bad afternoon?”

“No, it wasn’t bad after the nap fiasco,” he responds, but he sounds distracted. Maybe he was asked to look at a case, or something, and that’s still on his mind? She leans against his shoulder, puts a hand on his back and attempts to push up his t-shirt, to skim her hand up along his spine, which always comforts him, but again, he shifts away from her touch. She sighs and steps back.

“You're going to give me a complex, Aaron. If I did something to upset you, please tell me so I can apologize and try to make it better.” He turns to look at her face, and his formerly tense jaw softens a little; he presses his lips to hers, just a peck.

“No, you didn’t do anything. I’m just a little tired, that’s all.” He smiles softly, and she’s sure he is tired, but this seems like something more.

“You’d tell me if something else was bothering you, right? You know I’m here for you.”

“Of course I would, and of course I do. I love you,” he breathes against her mouth, and then he goes in for a longer kiss and she gets, as Jack said earlier, a little distracted. When the kiss breaks, she sighs happily.

“I love you. Missed those lips,” she murmurs, and then she runs a hand over his hair. “If the kids wake up again tonight, I’ll get them. You need to rest.” He shakes his head.

“You have another full day tomorrow,” he counters, and it’s so sweet that he keeps up with the schedule she has posted on the fridge, but still. She puts her hand on her hip.

“And you don’t? It’s my turn. Let me help.” He looks like he wants to argue, but she gives him the glare he knows means she will talk about this all night if he doesn’t agree; she’s not the sponsor of the university’s debate team for nothing, and even his prosecutorial ways have nothing on her.

“Okay,” he sighs, and she smiles and kisses him and then goes to get Jack and make sure he’s cleaned up for dinner.

That night when the two of them are getting ready for bed, she’s surprised as hell when he stops her from pulling one of his t-shirts—her typical sleepwear—over her head. She sets it down, arches her brow, and he guides her back onto the bed with a grin and puts his hands on her hips.

“What’s happening right now?” she asks, because before Mia, sure, Aaron would treat her to all manner of orgasm-inducing behavior at random, and she would do the same, but since Mia—especially in the last six months or so—their sexual encounters have been few and far between. It’s no one’s fault, and they’re both very clearly still attracted to each other; it’s just one of those things that falls by the wayside when you have a new baby and a hectic life and you don’t get enough sleep.

Needless to say, she is a little confused by this turn of events.

“I’m attempting to worship my gorgeous fucking wife,” he murmurs, and he leans up and kisses her stomach, licks a long line up from her belly button. Her breath hitches. “Gonna put another little baby in here—but it’s always beautiful.” He slowly moves his lips higher, over her ribcage, and holds her there. “You’re perfect, you know?”

“Aaron.” Her fingers come up to sweep through his hair; her heart aches with love and tenderness. He moves up, presses open-mouthed kisses to each of her breasts, then covers them with his hands and squeezes. She’s a panting, dripping mess, and more than anything she wants to strip him naked, pull him closer, get him inside her.

“I love you just as you are; I want you just as you are. Always have, always will.” He smooths his hands up over her throat, and brings her mouth to his for a deep, soulful kiss. She hadn’t even realized she’s been feeling repressed, but his touch tonight makes her feel so beautiful and special… It's incredible how close she is from only that.

“Make love to me,” she whispers, and he kisses her again, but then he slides back down her body.

“Want to taste you,” he says instead, and he gets his hands on her hips again and his mouth on her pussy, looks up at her while he licks and sucks like he’s gone without for ages—which he has, she figures, but it’s blowing her mind, her fingers scratching at the sheets, her neck arched. He massages her hips as his tongue works, as he grinds against the bed, and she comes with a whimper, because her body is so overwhelmed by how good she feels that she can’t even properly vocalize it.

Aaron comes up, just a little, rests his head on her stomach, and she smooths her hands over his hair and his shoulders, since that’s all she can reach.

“Come up and let me touch you—or you can come inside me.” She will happily take either option, but he just kisses her belly and shakes his head.

“No, I’m good. Just really tired.” She frowns, can’t recall a time in her life when they didn’t both get off during sex; he catches her expression and runs his hands up her body. “Really, I’m okay. I just wanted to do that before I passed out.” He smiles, and she doesn’t like it, but he climbs off of her and goes to the bathroom, and she pulls on the t-shirt and crawls into bed. Two days later, she’s sitting in her office grading tests when she hears a knock at the door. She looks up, and it’s Aaron, of course, looking so gorgeous in a black polo and jeans.

“Hey, what are you doing here? Where’s Mia?” she asks with a smile. He leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

“She’s with her Aunt Penelope for a few hours.”

“Why? Is everything okay?” Penelope is at work, she knows, because she texted her earlier about something unrelated and she’d mentioned that she and Spencer were having coffee and that he said hello.

“Everything‘s fine,” he assures her, and he enters the room fully, closes the door behind him… and locks it. “Can’t your husband come visit you during your super secret not-really-office-hours?” She raises an eyebrow, both at his question and the fact that he locked the door. What exactly is he planning to do, she wonders?

“You can, but you don’t. I guess I’m just surprised.”

“Well today I decided to. I missed you so much.” He walks around her desk and leans over her for a couple of kisses. “Have you missed me?” She rolls her eyes, smiles.

“Of course I missed you. I miss you every second I’m away from you.” She reaches out, wants to hug him, pull him closer, but he takes a step back and crooks his finger, encouraging her to follow him.

He’s being really weird, but he’s also being really hot. She decides to play along.

She stands, walks over to him, and he carefully clears a spot on her desk, knows she has a system and doesn’t like a mess; when she’s within reach, he puts his hands on her waist and lifts her up onto it, her ass where a stack of tests had just been. Fuck.

“I want to get this dress off of you,” he says, voice low, and he takes her face in his hands and kisses her, rough and deep. “Can I take it off, baby? Can I make you come?”

Everything is happening so fast her head is spinning—it’s not like him to just show up at her office, to try to have sex with her there, especially when their dry spell has been, up until recently, like the damn Sahara.

He must sense her confusion, her apprehension, because he kisses slowly along the side of her throat, down the v-neck of her dress, making her eyelids flutter.

“The door’s locked, and no one even knows we’re in here. Can I take it off?” She pants, thinks about this for a second, but then he slides a hand over her thigh, pushing her skirt up, and she gets a little distracted. She nods, and he kisses her hard and unties the sash of her wrap dress, pushes it off her shoulders. She’s glad she wore a matching set of bra and panties, because this is like prime fantasy material and she wants to try to remember every detail.

He kisses her mouth, soft and sweet, then tugs the straps of her bra down her shoulders, pulls the cups down so her breasts fall out of them. She moans, a little startled, and he dips his head to mouth at her nipples, rests one hand on her lower back and one on her stomach—probably because she looks like she’s about to slide off the desk and onto the floor like a blob of jelly. She knows that’s how she feels.

When he’s gotten her thoroughly worked up, almost trembling with the need for more, he pushes her panties aside and presses a finger into her, and she whimpers, wraps her hand around his neck for support when he starts to pump it deeply inside.

“What has gotten into you?” she breathes, and her hips chase the pleasure he brings; the hand on her back moves to her ass, squeezes it.

“I love you and I want you. I want to make you happy, I want you to feel good.”

“Me—me too,” she gasps as he moves faster, staring right into his eyes. “I love you, want you. Want to make you happy, feel good.” She cards her fingers through his hair and stretches for a desperate, eager kiss. “I want you so badly, baby, please.”

“I’m right here. You have me,” he murmurs, but that’s not what she means and he has to know it. Just in case he doesn’t, though, she makes herself loud and clear; relationships are all about communication, after all.

“I want you to put your cock in my pussy, I want you to come in me. I want you to fucking ruin me, Aaron, I want you to shove your dick in me and keep shoving.” She sounds unhinged, but she can’t stop.

He adds a second finger—not what she wants—and roughly gropes her breast—it feels so good, but it’s not what she wants. Why won’t he give her what she wants?

“Shh, just come on my hand, it’s okay. I’ll fuck you later, in our bed, baby,” he promises. “Just come now, okay? Right here, right now for me.”

She does, because even if he’s being unnecessarily aggravating, it’s still Aaron. She’s desperate for him, always has been, always will be. She comes loud and high and she clutches him tightly and he kisses her and coos words of love and affection into her ear. She gets cleaned up, and they go for lunch, and they can’t take their eyes off each other.

Something’s very wrong, and she can’t quite put her finger on it.

That evening when she gets home, Aaron is feeling guilty. She’s not sure why, but he’s executing all of his patented guilty trademark behaviors: he offers her a glass of wine, runs her a bath, rubs her feet, even though he’s been the one home with the baby all day. She’s tempted to ask if he’s cheating on her, as a joke, but that’s never funny, especially when she knows he’s being shifty and weird about something.

When they’re laying in bed, he sets down his book and looks over at her.

“I meant to tell you, Haley isn’t able to take Mia tomorrow. Maybe the weekend after, we can have our special alone time.” She won’t say she’s not disappointed, but she doesn’t want to inconvenience Haley, when she’s already being so great. She smiles softly, covers his hand with hers.

“That’s okay. It was short notice, anyway. I’ll still enjoy my weekend, with you and Mia.” He smiles too, but it doesn’t quite touch his eyes.

The kids sleep through the night, but she doesn’t. On Friday, she picks Jack up from school and takes him to Haley’s, who sends him to wash up so she can make him a snack. When he’s gone, she smiles warmly and invites her into the kitchen for coffee; she takes a cup, and they make pleasant small talk like they always do.

“Are you sure you don’t want to bring Mia over?” Haley asks after a few minutes. It sounds like she’s double checking. “It’s really no trouble.” She frowns, sets her cup down.

“I thought you weren’t able to watch Mia this weekend. I thought… I thought that’s what Aaron said. I must have misunderstood him.” That’s the only logical conclusion, because Aaron wouldn’t lie to her. He wouldn’t.

“He was being a little weird on the phone the other day. He asked me if I would watch her, and I said yes. He told me about your plans,” she says with raised eyebrows, “and then I told him, you know. That he better treat you right, because you just had a baby not that long ago and you might be a little self-conscious about jumping back into the sack like that; not that you should be, because you look amazing.” She racks her brain for the first time he started acting strangely, pulling away from her, and it would have been after his conversation with Haley. She asks, just to confirm.

“Is that when he got weird?”

“Actually yeah. He changed his mind, said you might not need me to watch her after all, but I told him the offer stood. He was pretty quick to get off the phone after that.” She would sip her coffee, but she’s pretty sure her hands are shaking. Why would he lie about that?

“You know, I should go. I’m sure Aaron’s pulling his hair out with her, she’s been a devil today. Tell Jack I love him and I’ll talk to him tonight, will you?”

“Of course. If you change your mind about Mia, just let me know,” Haley says, and she gets into her car with tears stinging her eyes.

When she gets home, Aaron is playing with Mia on the living room floor. He looks up at her with a smile that abruptly falls when he takes in her facial expression.

“What’s wrong?” She composes herself, takes a deep breath. They vowed a long time ago not to argue in front of Jack or Mia. She tries to sound conversational.

“You lied to me. You said Haley couldn’t take Mia this weekend.” He swallows and looks properly guilty. She’s not sure how he was able to lie to her in the first place; he’s never been any good at it.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I just didn’t know how to say it.” She looks up, shakes her head, wills her eyes not to water while she’s trying to have this conversation.

“You didn’t know how to say what? What is it that’s made you distance yourself from me?” She recalls him physically pulling away, then doing a complete 180 and initiating sex, but never penetrative sex, never letting her touch him or return the favor in any way. “Haley told me about your conversation. So do you think I’m unhappy with my body, or are you unhappy with my body?” He has the nerve to look confused, gets Mia set up with some toys she can play with safely on her own and stands up, comes close to her. She’s not sure she even wants his touch right now, which is saying something; when she’s unhappy, that’s usually all she wants.

“Neither of those things. I swear to god. I love you and I love your body; you’re so beautiful. Too beautiful for me, you always have been.” He’s looking down at her so seriously, and she wants so badly to believe him, but how could she, when faced with the evidence?

“Okay. If it’s neither of those things…” Her voice is small when she says the one option that hurts her most. “Did you change your mind? Do you not want to have another baby with me?” He sighs, deflates, and she takes a deep, shuddering breath.

“No, listen to me. It’s not that I don’t want that; I want that more than anything, but it will… further complicate, things...” He trails off, and she tries to follow what he’s saying. “The problem isn’t you in any way. It’s me.” She huffs, squeezes her eyes briefly shut.

“You? How can it be you, when you’ve been the only man to catch my eye for years? From the moment you set foot on my campus looking for your bad guy, I’ve been attracted to you, aroused by you, wrapped around your finger. You’re so perfect for me: perfect husband, perfect dad, perfect lover. My best friend. Never a day has gone by where I haven’t wanted you.” He wets his lips, sighs.

“Surely you’ve noticed that since I quit my job and started staying home with Mia, I… I don’t look the same. I’ve… let myself go.” His brows are deeply furrowed, and he’s clearly struggling with this; she reaches for him, no longer angry—at least for the time being—puts a hand on his arm.

“I’ve noticed that you don’t quite look the same. Doesn’t mean you’ve ‘let yourself go,’ or that I’m not still attracted to you; you just have a dad bod now instead of an ‘FBI guy who punches people for a living’ bod.” Her other hand hovers, then comes to rest on his stomach, and she smiles. “I’m actually really into the way you look now. I’ve been fantasizing about it for ages. I wish I’d known you were feeling self-conscious.”

“I’m not used to feeling… self-conscious, vulnerable,” he breathes, but he presses into her touch, so she considers that a good thing. “I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“I get that baby, I do, but this is me. I would have done anything I could to make you feel better. You didn’t have to hide it from me. You didn’t have to lie. We could have talked about it.” She moves the hand on his arm to his face, guides him down for a loving kiss. “We’re equally to blame, because I know you haven’t been getting good sleep, and I know you barely have time for yourself, and I didn’t step in; but you never let me help. If roles were reversed, and it was me staying home with Mia, you would never expect me to do all the cooking and cleaning and homework and bath time without your help. So you need to let me help, Aaron, please.” She looks up at him, eyes warm and sincere, and he nods, bends to press a kiss to her lips.

“I’m sorry. I still don’t feel great about… myself, but maybe I could. If I let you help. If I took some time for me.” She nods and wraps her arms around him—finally—for a hug.

“I love you so much. Just like this. Big, cuddly papa bear, taking care of our babies, making our home a safe and happy place for them. How could I not love the body that brings me so much happiness? That makes me excited to get in my car and come home at the end of every day?”

They kiss some more, deep, healing kisses and soft, sweet kisses, but she doesn’t get distracted by them. She’s very focused, caresses him and brushes loving fingertips over his chest and arms and sides. But speaking of distractions…

“Were you doing all those sexy things to try to distract me from wanting you to get all up on me?” she asks, pulling back, and at least he has the decency to flush.

“Kind of? I figured if it was sex you wanted, you’d be happy to get off however it happened; it was great for me too, don’t get me wrong, I just didn’t really want to be touched, feeling the way I felt.” She frowns, rests her head against his chest and holds him tighter.

“That makes me sad. What I wanted was an intimate moment with my husband, and while yes, what you did for me was great, because you’re super hot and very capable,” she says, leaning back in his embrace with a soft smile, “it’s not what I’ve been wanting. I want you all naked and sweaty and heavy on top of me, going to pound town.” He presses his lips together and raises his eyebrows.

“Pound town? What are you, twelve?” She grins, shoves his chest, and he laughs.

“I’m surrounded by college kids all day, please forgive me. I think it got my message across though.” She touches his cheek, looks up into his eyes, and sighs. “Can we take Mia over to Haley’s and give it a shot? I’ll do anything to make you feel happy and comfortable, any position that makes you feel better—though what I’d really like most, if you’ll trust me, is to suck your dick, and then hop on your dick, and then later when we’re ready to go again, we do the pound town thing and make another goddamn baby.”

She’s so serious, and he looks so serious, and then he kisses her and says yes and they pack up their kid and take her to his ex-wife’s so they can get it on, which sounds so much crazier than it actually is. She gets him out of his clothes, doesn’t move slow or spend lots of time focusing on what he thinks are flaws; instead, she proves how desirable he is by practically tearing his pants off and pushing him against the bed and swallowing around his dick just so she can hear all those delicious moans she’s been missing.

After that, she rides him hard, kisses him harder, plants her hands on his chest and stomach and moans and groans against his mouth. “So fucking hot, seriously so fucking hot, Aaron—if I saw you across the room today I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing, I would still pursue you, I’d make you blush like I did back then. I’d be so forward because I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about how good this would feel.”

She’s rocking his world, no doubt about that; it’s written all over his face, in the hardness of his hands on her hips as she grinds down on his cock, in the way his chest is heaving despite not actually doing any of the work at all. He comes first, and then rubs her clit while she continues to fuck him until she finds her own orgasm; she scratches her nails down his stomach, and he leans up and grabs her face for a rough, perfect kiss.

They take a break, cuddling and kissing and enjoying the feel of bare skin, comfy bed, soft lips. Aaron touches her cheek, tells her how much he loves and appreciates her.

“I’m so sorry I’ve been keeping this inside, and not being truthful. It’s hard, when you’re as perfect as the day I met you, and I’m…” She presses a finger to his lips, shushes him, kisses him.

“You’re as perfect as the day I met you, too. More perfect, even, because every day since then you’ve chosen me, and our family. I could not ask for a better man. Simply could not, Aaron. And if you want me to come home early so you can go to the park to run, or to the gym, then that’s what I'll do, but if you look like you do right now, forever, I’ll be happy with that too. Whatever makes you happy.”

They snuggle and kiss and talk and laugh, and then laughing becomes sex in that way everything becomes sex when you’re genuinely obsessed with the person in your bed.

He gets her on her back, kisses all over, teases her—“mmm, rubbing your kitty, baby, how does it feel?”—and then puts her legs over his shoulders, plants his hands, and fucks, taking every ounce of his pent-up frustration out on her, and it’s incredible.

“Yes, Aaron, yes, baby, oh, god.” Her head is thrown back, and she’s torn between laughing, because she’s been wanting this for months and it’s exactly as awesome as she’d dreamed it would be, and crying, because she fucking loves him, so much it puts a lump in her throat.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, speeds up, sweaty and gorgeous and smiling. “You’re going to come with me—not just for me, but with me, so my come gets deep inside, so it works and we get another perfect baby who never lets us fucking sleep.” She nods frantically, presses her hips against his, and it’s not simultaneous, but it’s a near damn thing, when they both come groaning each other’s names. A little less than a year later, they have Mason. Aaron is at home in his dad bod, Mia doesn’t cry at naptime, Jack is still a menace in the mornings, and their perfect little family got a little more perfect. Taglist ❤️: @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix @meghannnnnn @disgruntledchowchow @azenpal @g-l-pierce @my-rosegold-soul

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Daddy (M)

Genre: SMUT, slight fluff

Pairing: Reader x Jongin

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Between balancing work and his life at home, Jongin hasn’t had his way with you in a while. 

Jongin woke up to the sound of his baby’s cries. He rolled over in the bed, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. It was a little after four, he noticed. It felt like he’d gotten in bed with you a little over an hour ago and, apparently, the baby was awake. You groaned from next to him, nudging him.

You mumbled, “You go...”

Jongin didn’t mind. He knew that you were exhausted. It was what parenthood did to new parents. Kyung-Mi was six months old and, at times, she could be a handful. She fell asleep earlier than usual and without eating. The two of you had debated whether you should wake her up to eat or to see if she’d sleep through the night. Unfortunately, they chose to sleep and now they were paying the consequences. 

He stood up from the bed, heading toward the crib. Kyung-Mi had rolled over onto her stomach and her bottom lip was stuck out into her trademarked pout, along with her tear-stained face. Jongin smiled and picked her up.

“Hi princess,” he whispered, bouncing her in his arms. “Are you uncomfortable?”

She whined in his arms as he laid her on the changing table. He checked her diaper and changed her. He smiled at her for a moment, as she grabbed onto her foot. He picked her up again, taking her into the kitchen. She started getting fussy again as Jongin went to prepare her bottle, whining and poking her lip out.

“You make that face just like mommy when you’re upset,” he said, smiling. 

Truth be told, Kyung-Mi looked more like Jongin but it seems as though his daughter still had some of your facial expressions. He toted his baby back and forth around the kitchen, preparing the formula. He sat Kyung-Mi in his lap at the kitchen table while he waited for the milk to warm up. While they waited, he bounced his daughter in his lap. This brought a wide, gummy smile to her face. 

“There’s that smile,” he said, in the sing song-y voice that made Kyung-Mi giggle. 

When the bottle was ready, Kyung-Mi practically snatched it from Jongin’s hands. He smiled as he helped her put it in her mouth. She sucked on the nipple so aggressively that Jongin had to chuckle to himself. 

“Is she eating?” you called, entering the kitchen.

Your husband nodded. “Yeah. Her hunger is probably what woke her up...” He turned away from the baby to look at you. He raised his eyebrows as you pulled a chair next to him to sit down. “Are you not going back to bed?”

You smiled and said, “I’ll wait for you, Daddy.”

Jongin bit his lip. “You’re calling me that on purpose, huh?”

You leaned in to give him a kiss. “Yes.”

“Fuck, I miss you,” he said, not taking his eyes off of you. 

Before having Kyung-Mi, the two of you fucked like rabbits. You fucked in every room in the apartment and even on the balcony. With having a newborn, there was less time to have sex and the both of you struggled to find the energy. You’d gone back to work and most days, you were exhausted. You and Jongin would settle for watching one of your favorite shows and having a glass of wine instead of getting off. But when you did have sex, it was more passionate and more wild than before. 

You looked back at him with fuck-me eyes. And he leaned closer to you, his warm breath brushing across your ear. “I think it’s time Mommy and Daddy have some playtime...What do you say, baby?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I’ll put her to bed if you want.”

“I got it baby,” he said, standing up. “Why don’t you put on some music in the living room and get some wine?”

“Wine, at four in the morning?”

“Yeah, why not?” he said, shrugging his shoulders before disappearing into the bedroom with Kyung-Mi. You smiled and followed him into the bedroom. He smirked as he saw what drawer you were going in. “Are you getting dressed up for me?”

“Maybe,” you said, pulling out your favorite lingerie set from the drawer. You planted a kiss on Kyung-Mi’s forehead. “Goodnight, my pretty girl...”

You went into the bathroom to change. You were wearing a white lace bra and matching panties. It showed off your cleavage, which your husband loved the most. And it left very little to the imagination, which was why he’d picked it out for you in the first place. It had a cute bow on the back, too. You felt confident tonight, which was something you hadn’t felt in a while.

Jongin always made you feel beautiful, even at times when you felt your worst. He made you feel like the only woman in the world as your body went through changes. He kissed your belly during your pregnancy and he’d smile and say, “My beautiful girls…” And he kissed you still, as your body continued to go through changes. You weren’t pregnant anymore and you’d lost a lot of the weight you gained while you were pregnant. You looked more or less the same, from before you got pregnant. Now, your hips were just a little wider. And you were more accepting of your body.

You sprayed the body spray that drove Jongin crazy before you threw on your lace robe and headed to the kitchen to pour some wine. You poured two glasses of red wine and set them on the coffee table. You plopped on the couch and started to sip on your wine. As you drank, you turned on the speaker, searching for a playlist to make you feel sexy. And you dimmed the lights in the living room, grateful that Jongin suggested it a few months ago.

A couple minutes later, you felt Jongin’s lips on your neck from behind. “She’s asleep…Hopefully we won’t wake her up.” He chuckled. “You smell amazing…”

You pat the open space on the couch, signaling for him to sit next to you. With a smile, he sat down, scooping up his glass of wine. He put his arm around you. 

“Cheers,” you said, raising your glass. Your husband raised his, clinking his glass into yours. You didn’t notice but he watched you from over his glass while you both took a sip of the drink. To him, you looked beautiful as ever. He loved catching you in your everyday moments, of you enjoying simple things. He wasn’t looking at your lingerie at that moment. He was looking at you, at your pretty face, at your soul. You looked up, meeting his eyes again. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said with a wide grin. 

You nudged him. “What is it?”

“I’m just wondering how I got so lucky,” he said, cupping your face with his hand. He brought your lips to his, pulling you closer. “I love you so much, angel.”

“I love you, too…” When he pulled away, you said, “I need you, Daddy…”

He bit his lip. “Fuck baby...Come here.”

With a smirk, you downed the rest of your wine. And a moment later you were in his lap, peeling your robe off. You kissed him with everything you had. You devoured each other, tongues intertwined and fighting for dominance. You moaned into each others’ mouths and felt each other up. You bit his lip, tugging on it as he grabbed your ass, giving it a squeeze. Jongin was rock hard underneath you; you could feel him.

Before you knew it he flipped you over on the couch, putting you underneath him. He finished the rest of his wine and started kissing all over your body. He kissed you, starting from your pretty little lips. He ran his tongue across your ears, sending chills up your spine, and sucked on your neck enough to leave a tiny bruise. Jongin didn’t take your bra off, not yet. Instead, he continued making his way down toward your sweet spot. But he wouldn’t kiss you there yet. He pulled your panties off and you throbbed with excitement. Little did you know, he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted just yet. He kissed your hips, your thighs and anywhere that wasn’t your pussy.

You groaned in displeasure. “Please,” you whined. Before you could complain, Jongin stuck a finger inside. You hummed at the feeling of penetration, excited to be getting started. He thrusted his fingers in and out slowly, almost painfully, before he started licking your clit. This sent you into a frenzy of moans and you started squirming in his grasp. 

Your husband pulled his finger out and sucked your wetness off of his finger, savoring your sweet taste. “Delicious.”

“Fuck me…”

“Fuck you?” he asked. He raised his eyebrows. “Why would I do that when I haven’t finished my meal?”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t throb just from hearing those words. Jongin always knew all the right things to say and do, all the little things to turn you on and have you wetter than a fucking waterfall. He knew your body like the back of his hand and the same went for you and him. You knew exactly what drove the other insane and it was why you had such amazing sex.

Jongin grabbed you by your thighs, pulling you into his mouth. He was done being gentle with you. He wanted his chin covered in your heavenly juices; he didn’t care how messy things got. It was more important to him that you came. And from the way you were moaning, he knew that it wouldn’t take long. He attacked your clit, licking and sucking on it roughly. 

“Baby, I…” Your words faded into another moan that you couldn’t seem to hold back. You let out a string of curses and words that Jongin wasn’t sure were words. He continued his assault on your body and didn’t stop even when you were shaking with your orgasm. Jongin loved the sound of your orgasmic screams and the way you shook in his arms and the way they went limp when he was done with you.

Jongin took his shorts off, his dick still hard as ever. Before he could even say anything, your lips were wrapped around his dick. He moaned in surprise and grinned at the fact that he didn’t even have to ask. He knew that that meant that you were really horny and that you’d do almost anything to please him. He grabbed the back of your head, pushing you back and forth. “Fuck,” he said, “you’re suck my dick like such a little whore. You like sucking Daddy’s dick, don’t you?”

“Mm,” you hummed, mouth full as you went deeper and deeper. He reached down behind you, unhooking your bra. He helped you out of it and then you got back to sucking him off. He grabbed your breasts, taking them in his hands. He gave them a squeeze, running his fingers back and forth across your nipples to get them hard.

He started picking up the speed, fucking your mouth the way he liked. You struggled a bit but you didn’t care. You loved seeing Jongin like this, looking down at you with those dark eyes that turned you on so much. And he loved seeing you like this, on your knees and choking on his dick. He loved seeing your pretty little lips wrapped around his dick and he loved seeing how thoroughly you enjoyed it all. 

Jongin pulled out of your mouth abruptly, pushing you back onto the couch. Without a word, he pushed himself into you. You both moaned at the feeling and Jongin bit his lip in pleasure. 

“God,” he whispered, “you’re so fucking tight.”

Your lips parted in a silent moan as he pushed into you deeper. He thrusted into you slowly, deliciously. He wanted to feel every inch of you and he wanted to see all the pretty little faces you made from underneath him. The only sounds he could hear, aside from your moans, was the wet sounds of your pussy as he thrusted in and out of you. 

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close for kisses. You moaned into each other’s mouths, kissing with your tongues. Jongin pulled away, going back to your neck. He kissed you there gently, softly, bringing out a low moan in you. 

“I’m close, baby,” he whispered in your ear. 

“Give me your cum,” you whispered back. 

Jongin cursed and pulled out of you. “Bend over.”

You did as you were told, bending over on the couch. Jongin brought his hands to your neck, wrapping his hand around your neck before he shoved his dick inside you. He started pounding you, watching your ass bounce as his skin slapped against his. Jongin groaned. He loved missionary but nothing beat doggystyle. He loved how tight you felt and that you liked being choked in this position. He choked you a little harder and he heard your labored breaths with each stroke, turning him on even more.

He was so close. He’d surely explode at any moment. But he wanted you to get off, too, so he slowed his pace and took his free hand to rub your clit in circles. This sent you into a frenzy of moans and you squirmed, as if you were trying to get away. He pulled you back and said, “Take it, baby. Take my dick and these fingers on your clit. Be a good girl, okay?”

You moaned in response, not sure how much more you could take. The pleasure was blinding, earth shaking, and you couldn’t remember the last time he’d fucked you like this. This wasn’t making love anymore; this was pure fucking. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. He pulled you closer to him so that your back was pressed into his chest. “Baby,” you moaned, as he rubbed your clit more roughly.

“Yes?”

“I’m cumming…”

Jongin took that as the perfect time to let himself go, to orgasm with you. You both cried out, moaning, groaning, and cursing as you finally got to ride out your highs. Your body jolted and shook into your husband as he came inside of you. He kissed your shoulders tenderly as you both breathed heavily. 

He pulled out of you slowly and grabbed the towel he’d brought in earlier. You smiled as his cum dripped out of you. “You made such a mess in me…”

Jongin smirked, watching the seed he’d planted in you slip out before he helped you clean up. “It’s a good thing you’re back on birth control. I’d definitely get you pregnant again.”

You laughed. “Yeah...I think one baby is enough for now.”  

“Let’s get in the bath,” he said, kissing your lips. Jongin disappeared into the bathroom to run the bath water. You took that time to refill your wine glasses. You went in the bathroom and found that your husband had run the bath and added bubbles. When he turned around, you could see that his dick was hard again. 

He took the wine glasses from your hand, setting them on the sink counter. He pulled you closer and his dick twitched against you while he kissed you. Jongin pulled away first, looking you in your eyes. He leaned toward you to say, “Are you up for another round? I bet I can make you cum before the bath fills up.”

FIN.

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What Makes Him Weak for His Kid(s) | Oikawa, Daichi, Bokuto

Genre: soft, domestid, haikyuu daddies tehe 

Author’s note: im so soft for haikyuu dilfs and dads like i should just change my name from dokifluffs to dilf-fluffs or something asdjh

Kuroo, Suna + Akaashi // Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Sakusa // Kageyama + Hinata + Ushijima, Aran, Osamu // Kita, Kenma, Atsumu

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Oikawa: 

milk bread!! Tooth loves his milk bread and he was just snacking on It one night when his kid crawls toward him, curious what he was eating. They were at the age where they could make noises in response like whines and cries if they were upset or didn’t like something but not yet in the talking phase. He found this so cute since it was one of his favorites and he knew his baby had good taste cause after giving them some, they did their little grabby hands for more, resulting him in pinching some more and little by little. You told him not to since it would spoil their meal but he literally just couldn’t help it. They were just a baby but they made it look so good, with their eyes so wide and bright like his when he was a child. Their chubby cheeks chewing on the bread. He was already beginning to seeing a lot of himself as a child in his own kid. Every now and then, he would get out a slice as a snack and the two of them would eat it, sometimes in secret and sometimes not but it was their little thing

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Daichi: 

Being an officer was very demanding. Society was cold like this world but nothing warmed Sawamura more than being able to come home super late at night or super early in the mornings, just in time to see his baby wake up or be fast asleep. His absolute weakness was when his baby smiled in their sleep or just seeing their little yawn. Even as adults, yawns were able to make your whole body react, sending chills or just letting your body relax but there was something about seeing his baby yawn that just made him absolutely weak for them. They were already so precious to him, so small that he wanted to protect them forever but it was just how their short, chubby limbs would react that really made his heart flutter. Hearing their little coos as they slept, their tiny minds drifting and taking them away to a dream world as they slept soundly, even in his arms. When his baby slept in his arms, it was one of the best feelings. He would graze his thumb along their cheek as the two of you looked down and adored them, getting them to smile in their sleep.

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Bokuto: 

his kids’ giggles omg. If you thought he was a ball of sunshine, you clearly haven’t met his kids. Literally whenever they see him, fits of giggles, little grabby hands, chubby, puffy cheeks blown up. He just had to “chomp” and blow raspberries and kiss them. He’ll do this thing where he lays his kids down and like kisses their cheeks rapidly, making them laugh cause it tickles but it’s so cute. Spends 100% of his days off with his kids and makes them laugh and smile and omg. God forbid they ask for anything cause he will say yes. Ice cream? Buckle up! Candy? Just a few pieces wouldn’t hurt. A dog? Bo will suddenly have a new younger sibling running around with him. He just wants his kids, like all other kids, to enjoy and have a bright and happy childhood. He will never love his kids’ laughs and smiles and giggles any less. However, the cherry on top would be the times he would come home and just hear the giggling. Like finding them playing in the crib together or around Bo, or even at the rumba making its way around the room or their reflections. His heart would do so many flips after such a tiring day, it’s so refreshing

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Going Back Home..

TW: dark!loki, forced age regression, kidnapping, manipulation, gaslighting(Lemme know if I need more though I’m pretty sure this chapter is pretty tame compared to some of my others)

Paring: Soft!Dark!Daddy!Loki x Asgardian!little!fem!reader

Summary: You ran away from him 3 years ago and came to Midgard and joined SHIELD. You were an agent known for getting people to say the truth, it was your power. No one could lie as long as you were near them. So when Fury said that a prisoner wouldn’t talk and that sending you in would be the best option, you didn’t hesitate. But when you saw him, it was already too late.

A/N: I tried to make it seem like the reader was battling with her own thoughts. Hope it came off okay.. And requests are open!!

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“He’s very egotistical and only cares about himself. He’s also got powers of his own. They might contradict yours.” Fury explained. “Are you at least going to explain to me who he is?” You asked, rolling your eyes. “It’s not relative. He’s pretty manipulative. And knowing his name is the first way to make a connection.” He said, finally stopping you at a door.

He had been leading you to the prisoner's whereabouts. You were a SHIELD agent that had the power to get people to tell the truth. No one could lie when you were in their presence. Except for one person… No.. Stop thinking about him, Y/N. He’s gone. He hurt you and you left him. Why did you keep thinking about him? It’s been 3 years! Get over him! He’s no good for you!

The things he forced you to do.. The name he forced you to call him.. Why is it that you want to go back to him? To feel that comfort.. No! Stop it! There was nothing comforting about the way he made you wear a pull-up. There was nothing comforting about how he made you act as though you were a baby. And there was absolutely nothing comforting about what he did if you didn’t listen to him.

“You ready?” Fury asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. “Of course. Though I’d like to be alone with him? It’ll help me keep my powers focused solely on him.” You said. You still had no clue who you were meant to be extracting information from, though. Fury nodded and opened the door. You stepped inside, not noticing who was in the glass cage until the door was slammed shut. You looked at Loki with widened eyes. He smiled at you and you were compelled to walk closer to him.

He’s locked up.. He’s locked up.. He can’t do anything to you.

You had to assure yourself. “Hello, Y/N.” Loki said, smiling at you. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything back, let alone smile back at him. “Hmm. It seems you have lost your manners since I’ve been gone. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to teach them back to you. Now let me out of this cage.” He demanded. Your legs wanted to move, to press the button and let him out. But you willed yourself to stay put and look him in the eyes. “I can’t- I can’t do that, Loki.” Loki growled, his eyes darkening. “And why’s that?”

“You- You did some bad things, Loki. I’m only here to ask you why.” You said, your posture straightening as your breathing slowed down. “Is that so? It seems you’ve forgotten about all the things I’ve done for you. I gave you everything you asked for and this is how you betray me? Let. Me. Out.” He demanded again, banging his fist on the glass with each word.

“No! Loki I can’t! They’ll hate me!” You said, tears stinging your eyes. You wanted to let him out. You wanted to hug him, tell him how sorry you were for leaving. You wanted to accept him again, have him fill that pit in your heart that emptied when you left him.

“They already hate you! If you let me out now, I promise I will forgive you for running away.” Loki said, face softening in faux remorse, and he knew how badly he was getting to you. You looked to him with pleading eyes. “Forgive me?” You asked. It was something you wanted, sure. But at what cost? What if he was lying to you? What if when you let him out he goes right back to hurting you?

“You promise you won’t hurt me?” You asked. “Darling, I have never hurt you, and I never will. Will you please open the door like the good little girl I know you are?” He didn’t promise and you knew that but for some reason you still felt compelled to walk to the panel. The grip he had on you was strong, firm.

Even locked in a cell he was still able to get you to do what he wanted. You hated the fact that he had that effect on you. You stood in front of the control panel. “Come on, baby. I know you can do it. Just press the button. Let me out and we can both go home.” He said, his voice softening. Home? You hadn’t had one of those in a while.

Being with SHIELD, you were often very busy. You only went home to sleep, and get a change of clothes. And sometimes you didn’t even sleep at home, you would bring an extra pair of clothes with you and end up falling asleep at the SHIELD Agency. When Loki said the word ‘home’ you felt comforted. A flash of memories hit you when he said it.

You remembered the way he took care of you. And the way he always knew what you needed when you were upset. You remembered those nights he would rock you to sleep, feeding you with a bottle. It was oddly comforting. Why? Why? Why? Why!? You shouldn’t be feeling this way! You should be running, getting Fury! Telling him you can’t do this! The internal war you were having for yourself was agonizing. But you took a deep breath and realized what part of you had won. The part of you that had always won. Except this time, you accepted it.

You pushed the button. An alarm went off but Loki was free. You ran to him, arms out to hug him and he hugged you back, pulling you into a kiss, one filled with hunger and desire before pulling away and back into a hug. “My sweet girl. I knew you could do it. Because you’re my good little girl and you’d do anything for your Daddy. Isn’t that right?” You nodded into the crook of his neck, tears streaming down your face as you spouted out ‘sorry’ and ‘please forgive me’ over and over.

Loki pulled away from you and looked you over. “Such a beautiful face you have. It is a shame you denied me the access of looking at it for so long. But as promised, I forgive you. Though I am going to have to punish you for disobeying me the first time I asked you to let me out. Understand, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You said without hesitation. It was as if you were on autopilot. The door to the room slammed open and you saw the Avengers in the doorway. “Lady Y/N?” Thor asked, confused. He had helped you escape Loki, set you up with a new name and everything, along with the help of Natasha. Neither of them knew you joined SHIELD, however, and you made sure of it.

“No. Y/N, listen, he doesn’t love you. You know this. Just step away..” Natasha said, looking to you with pleading eyes. You knew she was righ- No! She’s wrong! Loki does love you. Why would you even think otherwise? Why would you even think about leaving Loki again?

Loki wrapped an arm around your waist as he smirked. “Loki, Y/N, no!” Thor yelled as the two of you disappeared.

You appeared back in the home you lived in before you left Loki. Within an instance, Loki had used his magic to get you in an outfit he preferred, a black and green onesie and a pull-up in place of your panties, as he carried you towards your room. He gently placed you in an adult sized crib, handcuffing one of your wrists to a bar. He shoved a pacifier in your mouth and smiled at you. “See? Doesn’t it feel better to be home?” He asked and you nodded.

Home.. That word again. The word that pulled you in so deeply and you didn’t understand why. It was as though as soon as he said that word, you wanted to obey him- no- needed to obey him. You instantly became his.

“Good girl. We will be having a talk about your manners tomorrow, little girl. But until then, sleep..” He said, placing a kiss on your forehead and leaving, closing the door.

You were home..

You were back with him- your Daddy.

You were his, once again.

[rere-the-writer]

Can you do one where Nik and the reader have a six month old daughter who refuses to sleep in her own bed and gets upset when someone tries to put her in it?

Yes just gonna make this all fluff

Warnings: all of the fluff

You sigh as you found your daughter asleep on Elijah's chest even though Elijah had placed her to bed last night. Elijah's chest other than Klaus's arms was your daughter's favorite spot to sleep.

"Did you find Idun?" Klaus asked chuckling seeing Idun sleeping happily on her uncle.

"This is getting ridiculous Nik." You muttered wanting your daughter to sleep in her own bed.

"Be glad she isn't like Hope." Klaus says as you looked at your husband knowing he was right as that was the big difference between Idun and her half sister. Idun was more clingy to their father than Hope was at six months.

"Yes but."

"We don't mind dear sister." Elijah muttered waking as Idun woke too whining for you as you walked over picking her up.

"I understand but she needs to sleep in her own bed." You say walking out to feed the baby with Klaus and Elijah following.

"Love as long as she sleeps it is fine."

"You and Elijah are only okay with it because Idun adores you two." You say placing her in her high chair as both Mikaelsons smirked.

"Morning Hope." You say when the teenage witch walked in smiling sitting down as Idun reached for her sister.

"Morning mama. Hey dad, mom and I are going to grandma Mary's with Jackson over the weekend." Hope tells Klaus who nodded as Elijah sat with his two favorite girls.

"May be I should ask Hayley how to get Idun to sleep in her bed." You muttered to yourself passing the baby food to Elijah as the rest of the family walked in.

"Idun slept in Elijah's room last night?"

"She did. Our little Goddess seems to hate sleeping alone." Elijah says brushing back Idun's blonde curls making the girl babble happily grabbed his hand.

"She stays in her own bed tonight. I have meetings with some old Norse witches when I come home she better be in her crib."

"Yes love." Klaus answered nodded along with everyone. That night you left and Klaus ready his daughter for bed and placed her in the crib.

"Goodnight my littlest pup." Klaus says kissing the girl's head and it took Idun a full second to realize that she had to sleep by herself. Klaus felt his heart break hearing his youngest cry along with the rest of the family.

Klaus tried to not go to her but couldn't take it and rush to his little girl picking her up. Idun sniffled clinging to her father as he took her back to his bedroom. Klaus knew you would be upset but Klaus couldn't take it.

Idun had her father wrapped around her little finger as much like for Hope, Klaus would wage wars and kill all that would harm her. Idun curled against her father's chest as Klaus layed on his side rubbing her small back while watching her in awe feeling his love for her grow.

"Nik, I told you to have her sleep in her own bed." You said seeing Idun on her abdomen as Klaus's hand was on her back.

"I couldn't stay strong my beloved wife." Klaus tells you as you readied for bed then looked at your husband.

"Did you even to try?"

"Yes. Her cries were heartbreaking." Klaus tells you watching you calmly climb into bed. As much as you wanted to mad you couldn't finding it kinda cute how Klaus would easily give whatever Idun wanted.

"Well let's hope she grows out of it soon." You say letting Klaus indulge Idun for awhile. You smiled softly watching the girl roll over curling into her father as Klaus soften kissing her head....yes they indulged the girl a while longer.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

An Officer and a Gentleman

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, anal, cheating (sort of), name-calling.

This is dark!(silverfox)Lee Bodecker x (married)reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your after hours work gets in the way of your day job.

Note: I had the first half sitting around and finished it so here ya go. It takes place in the 70s so Lee is older and it was inspired by an article I read about the creation phone sex lines by a housewife in the 70s (which now of course I can’t flippin find). But anyway, here you go.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The sheriff sat down in his usual spot as you wiped your hands on the rag tucked into your apron. He set his hat on the table and tidied his greying hair. Even at his age, his locks were thick and looked soft. Strands of brown lined the shining silver and shone under the diner lights.

He came in at the same time every day, only an hour into your shift. You approached and flipped the cup on its saucer before you filled it. He took only sugar, no cream 

or milk. You smiled as you watched him read over the menu, he never ordered anything but the waffles.

“Good morning, sheriff,” you said as you held the carafe aloft. “Lookin’ to try something new?”

“‘Dols Leck’?” Lee Bodecker mispronounced the French words, “What’s that?”

“Dolce Leche,” you corrected, “It’s caramel.”

“Hmm.” He rubbed his ruddy cheek and reached for his mug. He drank and held out the menu. “Waffles with strawberry.”

“Extra cream,” you finished for him. He nodded and had another gulp as you walked away.

You put in his ticket after you replaced the coffee pot on the burner. You checked on the few other customers along the counter and wiped down the empty tables. The bell rang and you went to grab the sheriff’s breakfast from the window. You set the plate down before him as he folded the newspaper and replaced it in the little holder at the end of the table.

“How’s Eugene?” He asked as he unwrapped his cutlery. “And the boy?”

“Gene’s still on nights.” You lamented and subconsciously touched your stomach. “Little Ezra’s almost a year now.”

Your boy was buxom and buoyant. You smiled as you thought of his round cheeks and warm brown eyes. You only wished his father was around more to take him off your hip as you cooked and cleaned in your spare hours after work. Eugene was asleep as much as he was at the factory. You saw each other in passing as you scraped for ends meet.

Ezra was with Eugene’s mother during the day. You’d pick him up and take him home to wait for your husband to wake. If you were lucky, you got a kiss before he grabbed his lunch pail and headed out for his twelve hours. You hadn’t gotten more than that since before Ezra came. Neither of you had the time or energy, though the want was there.

“And you sheriff? How are you doing these days?” You asked before you could get lost in your self-pity.

“Ah, you know. The same old. Patrol’s ain’t too exciting.” He cut into the stack and licked his lips. He was a man with a sweet tooth, a substitute for his former alcoholic habit.

“Well, you enjoy, sheriff, you know how to get my attention.” You left him and did a round of refills for those eating and greeted the new arrivals.

Lee was always alone when he came in. He never brought any of his cadets or officers, he just sat, read the newspaper, and ate his waffles. He wasn’t married and had no children. Nearly fifty years on his back but he seemed content on his own. You almost envied him as you struggled with your small family.

🚔

You laid Ezra down carefully in his crib. He was getting big. You tickled his forehead and watched him for a moment before you left the room. It was late. Eugene was gone and the phone would ring soon. You had to prepare yourself for your night time duties.

It started small. An idea found in the pages of one of those feminist magazines, the very ones your husband called good kindling. A woman lost her job, still hard-fought for the domestic sex, and found herself in a similar way as yourself. Money was always needed and harder to come about. So she started her own service for the lonely men. A phone line with illicit intentions.

You read about it in the late stages of your pregnancy and laughed at the idea. It was so stupid. So scandalous. But once you were back to work and Eugene was on the late shift, you grew lonely and your checkbook was harder to open.

You hand wrote the little cards after a visit to the phone company. Eugene didn’t know about the second line. The number redirected to your main line and was active for only three hours a night, after your husband was gone. It was registered as a commercial line so each incoming call was billed to the dialer and a percentage was refunded on your own invoice.

You left the number around town, certain not to be seen as you dropped the cards in the car shop and the bar. At least, you hoped you hadn’t been seen.

The first night had you addled and sleepless until your shift began at the diner. It was hard to keep up the sultry voice and the lies. Difficult to act like the whole thing didn’t make you cringe. The men called and said their dirty words as you encouraged them with moans and little prods. “Oh yes, baby.” or “Tell me more.” It felt like you were cheating on your husband but it kept his plate full and the house warm.

The phone didn’t ring right away that night. Later in the week, you got more calls but one or two was better than none. The real profit was keeping them on the line as long as you could, but there were times you had to end abruptly to see to your wailing child.

You were half-asleep when the first call came in. You fumbled with the receiver and batted away your fatigue with your lashes. You held in a yawn and your sleepiness added to the allure of your put-on voice.

“Hello, mister, what are you longing for tonight?” You laid back on your pillow and played with the spiral cord.

“Well, I…” You blinked and held the phone against your ear. He sounded familiar, as many of the men did, but his timbre made your ears prick sharply. “I don’t know. I never did nothing like this before.”

You squinted and thought. You knew him but you couldn’t place the twinge in your head.

“I can start for you, darling,” you offered. “Mmm, tell you what I would do to you?”

He cleared his throat and you heard movement. He was nervous. So many of the men sounded the same. Most of them were afraid of being caught by their wives or uncertain about their desires. At first, you had the same fears but had since grown indifferent. It was human nature, as natural as one’s instinct to quench their thirst for water.

“How do you like it, darling? You like it when a lady bends over? I like it like that. Or maybe you want to start with me on my back.”

He groaned and you heard the receiver scratch. He let out a strained breath and moved the phone to his other hand.

“I want to use your mouth.” He said at last. His voice was low and gristly. “I want to push your head down in my lap as I choke you with my cock.”

You stared at the ceiling as you reclined and hummed. “Oh yeah.”

“Shut up.” He snarled. “I don’t want to hear your voice, I just want your mouth on me until you can’t fucking breathe. I want to hear you struggle. I was your tears streaming down your face and salting the taste of me on my tongue. I want to hold you down and cum until it’s deep in your belly.”

You parted your lips and raised your brows. You were still focused on trying to recognize the voice. His tone made you quiver. He was more forceful than most men. A lot of them just talked about sucking on your tits or went straight to fucking.

“I’d love that, darling.” You lied and bent one leg over the other as you swayed your foot.

“I said shut up!” He hissed. “I want to hold you down with my hands around your neck. I want to fuck you until your screaming. I’ll fuck you until you bleed. Until you beg for me to cum again.”

His breath was furious and you heard something else. The phone was moving against his chin as he moaned and you were certain you could hear his hand somewhere else; lower. It set your cheeks on fire and you sat up. His voice, his breath, the sheer anger and lust laced in his rasps. Your throat tightened as if he was truly choking you.

“But I want to cum in your ass. I want to make it hurt. I want you to cry as I tear you apart from the inside.” He growled and coughed as his voice fizzled out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He stroked himself furiously and the receiver dropped with a thump and you flinched. “Fucking bitch, yeah, you want my cock deep in your ass. Fucking whore.”

Your fingers hurt as you gripped the phone tightly and listened. His curses streamed steadily until the line clicked and died suddenly. You lowered the receiver and stairs at the little whole clustered together on the mouthpiece. You set it in the cradle and turned to sit on the edge of the bed.

It was unlike any call you’d had. It was terrifying and made your blood curdle. You felt as if it had actually happened as your chest was heavy and your heart raced. You blew out a shaky breath and reached to silence the ringer. 

That was enough for the night.

🚔

The next day at the diner, you couldn’t stop yawning. You hadn’t slept much as the call replayed in your head over and over. The man’s voice was so clear in your mind and every time you started to drift off, he spoke in your ear. You dragged the rag over the top of the counter as Amelia spoke with the elderly couple in that corner.

The door chimed and you looked up. Sheriff Bodecker took off his hat as he entered and nodded at you. With the coffee pot in hand, you went to his table, already set for his arrival. You wished him a good morning and filled his cup. His voice was thick as he muttered his response and picked up the menu. He looked as tired as you felt.

“Strawberry, sheriff?” You prompted.

“Hmm,” he scratched his chin, stubbly from a missed shave. “This Dolsay Leckay. I’ll try that today.” He held out his menu. “I’m trying new things this week.”

You took the menu stiffly and nodded. “Waffles with dolce leche sauce. Right away, sheriff.” 

You turned and walked off to write out his ticket. You returned the coffee pot to its place and set down the menu as you took out your pad and pen. Your hand shook as you scribbled out the order. You stuck it in the window and leaned on the counter.

It couldn’t be him. You were crazy. You didn’t get enough sleep and you were wanting to hear that voice everywhere. Your reassurances were weak and only made you shiver as you righted yourself and continued wiping down the tables.

You angled yourself to look at the sheriff as he squinted down at the newspaper. He stuck his tongue out as he read to poke his top lip and tilted his head coyly. He cleared his throat and coughed as his order rang in the window. 

You went to grab the plate and struggled not to fumble it. It was him. The way he coughed, the gravelly scratch of his throat, the deep and firm undertone. You couldn’t deny it was him. You were stunned you hadn’t recognized him at once.

“There you are, sheriff,” you said as you set down his plate. “Enjoy.”

“I think I will,” he rubbed his hands together. “I’m starving this morning.”

“If you need anything,” you made your usual offer.

He looked at you and smiled. You noticed how his eyes strayed to your name tag and the buttons of your blue dress. He turned to his waffles and took out the knife and fork.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said as he ran the tines of the fork through the dark caramel. “I think I’m just fine.”

You left him to eat and straightened your apron. You were confident you’d changed your voice enough that he didn’t have the same epiphany. Even so, everything about him was different. At least in your head. He was no longer the desolate sheriff, he was desperate and demanding. He wasn’t who you thought he was. He was a man with a lot of power and a hunger to use it.

🚔

It was several days before you dared to leave the ringer on after Eugene’s departure. Your husband was loving but almost entirely absent. Since Ezra was born, he’d only grown more distant and work could not excuse him completely. When you ate dinner late with him, he barely heard you as he kept the radio on and those nights he didn’t work, he didn’t touch you.

You felt worse for your own misdeeds. The phone line made you shy and sullen with him. You should tell him but you didn’t know how and truly, you couldn’t. You knew he wouldn’t take it well and even if he was barely there, you couldn’t lose him. You were already painfully alone.

That night, he volunteered for overtime and so you hardly saw him before he headed out. He said you needed the money but your books were well balanced from your own after hours work. You’d done it to take the burden off of him but he still took the extra time, even as you argued that your bills were in good standing. 

Was it you? When had it all grown so cold?

Ezra ate his mashed peas and you set him down for the night. You heard him cooing still but you kept to your schedule even when he was wide awake. He always tired himself out and never fussed very long.

You sat on your bed and read. You checked the time. The phone would start soon and that night you couldn’t leave it off. You needed the money and you couldn’t be picky about where it came from. The month would be over and there would be a whole new batch of debts to account for.

You jumped as it rang. You kept the volume low so it didn’t carry through the whole house and you answered after several rings. You gave your usual greeting and breathed a sigh of relief when it was one of your regulars. You closed your book and picked your nails as you went along with his routine.

When he finished, you wished him a good night. You were dead tired but one more call wouldn’t hurt. You waited and grabbed the receiver on the first ring.

“Hello, mister, what are you looking for tonight?” You made your voice higher and breathier.

“Shhhh.” The long hush chills your veins. “Don’t talk.”

You quivered. It was him. You looked at the phone cradle.

“Don’t hang up.” He said as if he could read your mind. “You want it, don’t you? You want to feel me inside you. Down your throat, fucking the whore out of you.”

“I…” you uttered.

“I said be quiet.” He barked. “I want my cock so far down your throat I can feel it as I choke you. I want your spit all over me, I want you gasping and gulping until you pass out and I’m fucking your mouth lifeless.”

Your eyes widened and you listened in disgust. He growled and his hand slapped off his thigh as he pleasured himself. You sit paralysed as fear bubbled in your chest and you felt as if he could see you. You crossed your legs and huddled down over the receiver.

“I want to fuck your cunt until it hurts to sit down. I want to hear my body slam into yours, I want you to beg me to stop and keep going at the same time. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t make a noise, until all you can hear is my cock pounding inside of you.”

“Please…” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to hang up and yet you were terrified to move.

“And I know you want it too, whore. I know you need it. Not these words, not these calls, but you need me,” he shuddered “and I need it just as bad.”

He grunted and the line grew still. He hissed and cursed. 

“I’m a fucking mess,” he sneered. Another silence and you think he hung up. His voice startled you when he spoke again. “Who’re ya?”

“Wh-what?”

“I ain’t stupid. You’re some lady in the county. Maybe some lonely housewife. Ain’t sound like no prostitute I ever knew.” He sniffed and let out a groan. “Maybe you some dumb teenager playin’ games on the telephone, huh?”

“I don’t-- No. I--” You hung up. 

You stood and pulled the line out of the phone and dropped down heavily. You put your head in your hands and shook it. Fuck!

🚔

The next morning at the diner, you served the sheriff with a false smile. Every time he spoke, you heard the words he said to you on the phone. Although his tone was placid, his fervour played over and over in your ears. And when you overpoured his coffee, you apologized only to have him assure you it was alright and let you mop up the mess with your rag.

He left you his usual tip and you cleared his table. The newspaper was tinged from your spill and you dumped it on his plate. As you did, a card slipped out onto the table and your handwriting stared back at you from the carefully cut rectangle. You hid it quickly in the newspaper and rushed to toss it all in the trash and drop the plate in the bin.

It must have been a mistake, you assured yourself and excused yourself for a breath of air. The chef, Carson, was already by the kitchen doors and you said yes to a smoke from his pack. You lit it after the third try and inhaled the tobacco deep into your chest. You would go to the phone company tomorrow on your day off and shut down the second line. Your lesson was learned. It wasn’t worth the spare pennies.

Your day dragged by as all you could think of was the line. When you got to the phone company, you were jittery with worry. It was easy enough to shut it down but the fee cost you your tips for the day. You checked the clock before you left, bound to be a few minutes late picking up Ezra.

As you came out onto the street, your open jacket flapped in the wind over your uniform and your mary janes clacked on the pavement as you rushed to get to Enid’s and pick up your son. When you stopped at the corner to wait for traffic to pass, a flash and a honk made you jump.

Sheriff Bodecker pulled up to the curb and rolled down his window. He waved and leaned his arm on the door as he peered out at you.

“You needa ride?” He asked.

You smiled awkwardly and clutched the handles of your weathered purse.

“Sheriff, no thank you, I’m not goin’ too far,” you waved him off.

“Nonsense, you on your feet all day. It’s the least I can do.”

“You must be busy.”

“Radio ain’t goin’ off,” he slapped the door, “now come on.” He reached down and opened the door, stepping out with a groan, “Get in. You always are so nice down at the diner.”

You swallowed and your lips quivered as you tried to hold your smile. You followed him around the other side of the car as he opened the door for you. You got into the vintage cruiser and crossed your legs as you cradled your purse on your lap. He closed the door and dropped in on the other side.

He shifted into gear and pulled off. You thanked him and fiddled with clasp of your purse.

“No problem, but uh, I just needa know where you’re goin’,” he chuckled as he slowed at the next four way.

“Oh, I gotta get Ezra from his gramma’s,” you explained, “She lives just down Carsbee.”

“Not far at all,” he commented as he turned the wheel, “So, how was the rest of your day then?”

“Not so bad,” you said breathily as he looked at you in his mirror and you focused on the pedestrians on the street, “and yours, sheriff?”

“You can call me Lee if ya like,” he offered, “And wasn’t so bad either. Which number is it, sweetheart?”

You sniffed at the pet name, he was usually so formal at the diner with his ma’ams.

“21B,” you answered as you wiggled your foot nervously, “you can just drop me off. It’s not too far to home.”

“Don’t be silly, I wanna meet your boy,” he intoned, “you talk about him so much.”

“Oh, uh, of course,” you murmured as he pulled up along the front of your mother-in-law’s, “I just gotta go get him then.”

You hooked your purse over your elbow and slid over the seat. The sheriff kept you from opening the door as he bid you stay and got out quickly as he rushed around the front of the car. He opened the door like a gentleman and removed his hat. 

“I’m old but I haven’t forgot my manners,” he nodded and waited for you to step out.

You got to your feet and thanked him again before you strolled up the crooked walk to the front door. You knocked and let yourself in like you always did. You could hear Ezra babbling as he played with wooden toy cars. Enid sat in her usual spot and rocked as she watched him.

“How was he today?” You asked as you grabbed the bag you always left with him and packed up the loose ends beside it.

“Loud,” Enid muttered, “hyper.”

“Well, he’s at that age,” you grasped your purse and Ezra’s bag in one hand and picked him up from the floor as he reached out for you. “Alright, Ez, say buh bye to grammy.”

He waved and cooed as you held him on your hip. Enid said buy in her grumpy way and got up to see you to the door. You came down the single step as Lee waited by his cruiser. Ezra buried his face in your shoulder as he turned away from the sheriff.

“Don’t be shy, Ezra, this is the sheriff, Mr. Bodecker,” you tried to shake him upright but he clung to you and hid.

“Ah, don’t worry, I’m used to that,” Lee laughed and opened the door, “people see the badge and they’re not so friendly.”

“He just goin’ through a phase,” you assured as you sat with Ezra in your lap.

As Lee shut the door, you let the bags lean against it and the car dipped as he got in the other side. He turned the engine and you gave him your own address as your son squirmed in your lap. At the first corner, Ezra found the courage to look at the sheriff and the officer looked back and stuck out his tongue.

“He looks like you,” Lee said as he pushed down on the pedal, “real cute.”

You accepted the compliment and hugged Ezra tighter. You could barely process the sheriff’s words as your mind returned to those he spoke the night before. Every time he spoke, you heard him, hissing and cussing at you.

You were relieved when he came up to your house and you turned to grab your bags. You felt a tug on your elbow as you balanced Ezra and your things. You looked back at Lee as he held your arm.

“I’ll get the door,” he said, “you just stay put.”

You waited as he let you go and once more, opened the door for you. He took the bags as you climbed out and you protested that you were fine. His hand settled on your shoulder as he pulled you to face him.

“Well, sweetheart, you gonna invite me in for some coffee?”

You were shocked by his boldness and couldn’t hide it. You blanched and looked at Ezra as he tugged at your jacket. You laughed awkwardly.

“Eugene’s still sleepin’ for his shift, I don’t--”

“We got some things to discuss and I think the least you can do after I was so kind as to drive you home is a coffee.”

You squinted at him in confusion. “Maybe another time, sheriff, I’d really hate to wake--” you reached for your bags and he stopped you with his grip firm on your wrist.

“Does he know?” Lee asked in a gristly voice.

“Know what?”

“Know you a whore?” Lee sneered.

You reeled and tried to twist from his grasp. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You can’t say them words on the phone and not mean ‘em,” he leaned in close, “Now I think you know what I want to talk with you about so you invite me in and I’ll be real nice about it but if you keep me out here, I can’t promise your neighbours won’t get a show.”

You pouted and rocked Ezra as he began to fidget, sensing your discomfort. “Please, I got Ezra--”

“You put him in the next room so we can discuss,” Lee insisted.

He let go of you and you nodded dumbly. You watched him wearily as you turned and led him up the walk. You unlocked the front door and he followed you inside. He hung his hat on the rack with his leather jacket and you hurried into the bedroom to set Ezra down in his crib. You distracted him with his stuffed rabbit and left him. He was usually due for a nap around then anyway.

When you got back to the front room, Lee sat on your couch and you went to the kitchen to start the coffee. You waited for the water to boil and filled the percolator as you dreaded what would come next. You poured a mug and set it out on the coffee table with the sugar dish. 

Lee leaned forward and spooned the sweet powder into his mug as you stood and wrung your hands. How had he figured it all out? How long had he known? Was he going to tell Eugene?

“Sit,” he said as he inhaled the savoury scent and took a cautious sip. His mug made a deafening clink as he set it down and you sat. “I s’pose you went by the phone company to end your little game.”

You sucked your lip in nervously and nodded as you looked down guiltily.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, “you know I was down there a few days ago and they just hand the records over if I say I got a warrant. They ain’t look close enough to realise it’s just a receipt.”

You gulped and kept your head down. You ran your tongue against your lip and blinked away the moisture in your eyes.

“How long you been doin’ all that?” he asked.

“Couple months,” you admitted, “I just needed some extra money. Ever since Ezra was born…”

“But you could get another job.”

“I gotta be home for the boy. Eugene never is.”

“Now a woman don’t be talkin’ like that if she happy. If she not alone.”

“Stop, please. It was a mistake. I’m sorry if you feel like I--”

“Sorry?” he interrupted, “you’re sorry? You think Gene would accept that?”

You sat in silence and picked at the button on your jacket. You hadn’t even bothered to take it off. “You gonna tell him?”

He let out a heavy breath and took another drink of coffee. “Now where’s the fun in that?”

You looked at him and furrowed your brow in confusion. You shook your head as he smirked.

“I will if you make me but if you want me to stay quiet--”

“Sheriff--”

“Shhhh,” he raised a finger, “now, you want me keep my mouth shut, you be waitin’ for me tonight after he goes.”

You stared at him in terror as your heart threatened to jump up your throat.

“And then we’re done talkin’. Then you do all those things we spoke about.”

“You can’t-- I got a son.”

“And a husband but you still be talkin’ to strange men about your pretty little pussy, don’t you?”

You blew a shaky breath between your trembling lips and sank down in the chair in shame. “I thought you were a good man, sheriff.”

“I am, don’t mean I’m not lonely.”

He drained the rest of the mug and coughed. He stood and adjusted his belt, his hand lingering on his belt. You watched his finger trace the barrel and your eyes crept up to his face.

“I’d hate to wake your husband, sweetheart, so I’ll be on my way.” he retreated around the couch and paused by the door, “but I’ll be around.”

🚔

The night went by faster than any. You never felt like you got much time with your husband but it was almost as if he was gone as soon as he woke. He left you with a peck on your forehead and dread in your chest. You thought of telling him, you wanted to confess and fix everything that had broken, but you couldn’t. You were too ashamed.

So when he was gone, you put Ezra down for the night and hoped the Sheriff was just trying to scare you. He couldn’t be serious, could he? You’d known him for years and he was only every sweet at the diner. He was a solitary man but was never unkind. That afternoon, he had been an entirely different man.

You sat on the couch, no radio, no nothing, and picked at the lines of your hand. You were certain you would sit up all night and laugh at yourself in the morning. He was just making sure you stopped, that had to be it.

But then the knock came and your whole body went rigid. You waited until it sounded again, harder, louder. You got up and went to the door. You didn’t need to look out to know who it was. You opened up and Lee watched you with his menacing blue eyes. They were no longer the gentle gems you knew from the diner.

“Sweetheart,” he drawled as he stepped inside and you backed away from him.

He closed the door and locked it then he removed his hat and jacket, just as he had earlier. He bent to ease off his boots and stood as he cleared his throat. He peered behind you and looked around your small house.

“I’m just in time, huh?” he mused as he touched your side and let it slip down to your hip. “What you shakin’ for?”

“I thought…” you rasped. “Sheriff, you know me. I’m not a bad woman.”

“You ain’t?” he snickered. “I do know you. I’m the only one in the county who knows the real you.”

“I don’t understand why you’re doin’ this,” you whined.

“I’m old but not decrepit,” he took your hand and raised it, “and you’re a beautiful woman. I daresay,” he kissed the back of your hand, “motherhood did make you even sweeter.”

“Please,” you begged.

“You get in that bedroom before I lose the last of my will,” he bit his lip as he looked you up and down and released your hand.

You shivered and backed away from him. You went blindly to the bedroom and stopped in the doorway. You couldn’t, not in the bed you shared with your husband. Lee came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle.  His hot breath tickled your ear as he leaned into you.

“I wanna see what you hide under that dress,” he purred, “now don’t make me ruin it.”

You gasped and drew away from him. You neared the foot of the bed and unbuttoned the top of your dress. Your fingers were ungainly as you struggled and you pushed the sleeves down your arms with a stifled sob. You shoved the fabric past your waist and hips and his growl made you stand upright with a snap.

Your stockings were held up by fraying garters and your old underwear added to your shame. Your brasserie was pointed and too tight. You hung your head and balled your hands into fists.

“Turn around, I wanna see you,” he said.

You reluctantly obeyed and stared at the floor. He hummed and his thumb ran over his belt buckle. A sudden cry made your blood cold and he scowled. Ezra was awake.

You moved to go to him and the sheriff blocked the door.

“I gotta go to him. He must’ve had a bad dream.”

“I’ll take care of the boy. You just be waitin’ when I get back.” he ran his tongue under his teeth, “naked.”

He pointed to the bed and didn’t leave until you took several steps back. You listened as he went to the small room attached to the master. You worried he might hurt the boy but his coaxing voice surprised you. 

“Shhh,” you heard the distant tone, “it’s okay, son, it’s okay.”

You reached to unhook your bra and sat to roll your stockings off. You needed this man gone. If you abided him, he would be away sooner. You dropped the last of your clothing to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. Your nails dug into the blankets and you closed your eyes.

It was over a year since you’d been touched. That alone made you shy but that man made you terrified. You heard him enter but didn’t look up at him. “You get up on all fours and ready that mouth for me.” he ordered as you heard his buckle tink, “yeah, I wanna start there.”

You swallowed and did as he said. You felt like some lowly animal as you stared at the floor. You heard the flutter of fabric as he stripped and when he came close, you shut your eyes. He grabbed your hand and jerked you to the edge. He tapped the tip of his cock along your lips.

“Now, open up, sweetheart,” he snarled, “I know you remember every word I said.”

You parted your lips and he forced his way into your mouth. He poked at the back of your throat but didn’t relent. You gagged as he sank down your throat and your entire body twitched. His hand went to your neck as he drew back and pushed back in. He felt himself as he invaded your throat over and over.

“Ah, yes, that’s it,” he uttered, “you can’t tell me you’re not a whore. You take me like one.”

You tried to swallow around him and breath and it made him groan. He kept fucking your face as his hand squeezed your throat. Your spit spilled out and smeared across your face and his pelvis. He kept your head bobbing until you were dizzy and dazed.

He stopped, deep down your throat, and grunted. He let out a shuddery breath and pushed you off of him. You slipped down onto your stomach and gasped over the side of the bed.

“Hoo, I almost blew,” he huffed, “oh, you bad, bad girl.” He trailed his hand down your back and slapped your ass, “turn around and get back up.”

You whimpered and lifted yourself back to your knees. You moved stiffly around and wiped your mouth as the taste of him stained your tongue. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back. He kneaded your ass with hungry growls and pinched your thigh. He felt along your cunt and tutted.

“You wet for me,” he taunted, “just from a taste, sweetheart.”

You dropped your head and he moved closer. He pressed the head of his dick against your folds and ran it up and down as you slickened. He lined up with your entrance and his large hand gripped your hip. He slid into you with a sigh and you let out a startled cry. Maybe it was because it was so long but he felt massive. You quivered around him and clenched your teeth.

“Oh, fuck, you want it just as bad as me, don’t ya?” He bucked his hips and you exclaimed, “how am I suppose to hold back with you squeezin’ me like that?”

He didn’t hold back as he caught his stride. He hammered into you as your flesh slapped loudly. You feared the noise would wake your son again, or worse, be heard by the neighbours. He groaned and grunted as he rammed into you and your thighs quaked. Ripples rolled over your spine and multiplied down your legs.

He stretched his hand over your back and slid them up to your shoulders. He bent over you as he forced your arms to fold beneath you and pushed your head into the mattress. He stilled and wiggled his hips until you moaned. He pulled one hand away from your shoulder as the other spread over your neck.

He slid out of your cunt and spread your juices up and down. He guided his dick between your cheeks and leaned into to pant in your ear. “I didn’t forget about your ass.”

He pushed against your hole and you tensed. His hand tightened on your neck and he poked harder. 

“You relax or it’ll hurt more,” he coaxed, “come on, almost…”

He pushed past your ring and you both gasped. Your eyes filled with tears and you sniffed as he urged himself deeper past your resistance. He let out a long breath as he advanced inch by inch. He drew back each time before adding more and when he was at his limit, you sobbed and clawed at the mattress.

“Oh, oh, fuck, oh, shit,” he swore as he rocked his hips, “you know, urgh, I wanted to do this for so long. Even ‘fore I called.”

He growled and built a steady pace as he stretched you. Your tears seeped into the blanket as his grip threatened to break your neck. His belly bounced against the top of your ass as he rutted without restraint.

“I always thought ‘bout you over that table. Always thought-- Always thought you deserved better than that husband,” he rasped out, “but I never thought you’d feel so good.”

He slammed into you harder than before. Your legs fell out from beneath you and he was quick to descend over you, covering you with his body as he bent his arm across the back of your head. He fucked you into the mattress as your head began to spin and your body reacted to his.

You’d never felt anything so intense as the maelstrom of pain and pleasure building inside you. You moaned and muttered until the sudden tide swept you up and had you murmuring like a fool, drooling onto the bed as he kept on.

He planted his hand on either side of you and lifted himself. He dropped his hips down into your ass over and over. The symphony of flesh filled your mind and you succumbed to the afterglow of tortured delight. He sank as far as he could and spasmed.

“Shit, oh, sweetheart, sweetheart,” he slowed and lowered his sweaty body onto you. You suffocated beneath him as his heart beat against your back. “Oh, you made me… made me blow.” He tilted his hips. “You feel how I filled your ass?”

You let out shallow breaths and turned your face into the blanket. He grunted and raised himself off of you, his cock slipping out easily and his cum trickling down after. He fell onto his back beside you and tried to catch his breath. He reached over blindly and let his fingertips dance along your ass.

“Really it ain’t your fault,” he said as his fingers crawled along the top of your thigh, “a man must be crazy to leave you all alone at night.”