#but the image of daddy picking me up and putting me on the counter so he can cover me in hickeys

[oftenwantedafton]

A New Afton - Stepfather Steve Raglan/William Afton x Stepdaughter Reader

Chapter 3

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content, daddy kink, praise kink, food kink

Also available on AO3

taglist @yellowbunnydreams

You glance at the digital display on the alarm clock beside your bed and groan internally. You haven’t slept a wink and it’s time to get up for school.

A quick shower. You’d forgotten to iron your uniform. The pleats of the skirt don’t lie flat. Your blouse is rumpled. You frown at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Your sclera are bloodshot, the fragile skin beneath your eyes smudged. You can hear your stepfather making coffee in the kitchen.

“Good morning, Princess.”

Steve has transformed back into the geeky social worker version of himself. Striped shirt, matching tie with a small diamond pattern. Gold framed aviators dominating much of his face.

“Hi,” you greet him. You don’t really feel like eating. You start to sit across from him but he clucks his tongue.

“Too far away. Why don’t you sit here,” he begins to drag out the chair your mother usually occupies, then stops. “Or better yet right here.” He pats one long stretch of thigh invitingly.

You stand uncertainly. The chair legs scrape across the floor. Last night, there had been a kind of aura around you. A moment when you’d just surrendered and enjoyed it. The sunlight spilling through the kitchen window this morning feels too bright, too cheerful. It contradicts the dark secret you’d shared with your stepfather last night.

You approach the seated man and sit gingerly on the offered perch. His arm slides around your waist, holding you against him. How neatly he’d just shoved your mother’s place aside to make room for you.

“How are you feeling? You look tired.”

“I didn’t sleep well.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Did you?”

“Like a rock.” He grins wolfishly at you and you wonder how his conscience is so clear and carefree. Did he feel any remorse at all for cheating on his wife with her daughter? “Stay home today, if you want. I’ll call the school office and write you a note for tomorrow.”

“I…I think I’d like to stay home, yes.” You can’t process sitting through classes today. Trying to concentrate on schoolwork. The image of Steve looking up at you as you’d climaxed in his mouth won’t leave your mind, playing on an endless loop. You’d halfway been expecting him to come to your room in the middle of the night. Hoping for another taste of that mouth. Wishing he’d put some part of his body on yours. Inside yours. Your eyes stray to your mother’s reading glasses tucked into the basket on the table and guilt wrenches your stomach.

“Alright then. Consider it done. I’ll make us dinner when I get home tonight, okay? Whatever you want.”

You nod. You stare at his lips. You wish he’d kiss you. You’re not brave enough to make a move yourself.

The older man glances at the clock on the stove and sighs. “I have to leave now. Let me get that note written before I forget and I’ll give the school a call.” He pats your knee and you leave the warmth of his lap. One last sip of coffee and then he withdraws one of the notebooks out of your backpack resting on the counter, tearing out a blank page near the back. He has a pen in his shirt pocket: silver, slender, heavy looking. His handwriting is precise cursive. He folds the note and tucks it into the folder on the inside of the front cover, then slips it back into your bag. He retrieves the number for your school from the fridge. It’s there among a list of emergency contact numbers, important sequences like your physician and the office your parents work at.

You pick up Steve’s coffee cup and rinse it, setting it on the sink mat. His voice on the phone is warm, concerned, convincing. He folds his jacket over his arm and lifts his briefcase, reserving one hand to lift your chin. His thumb presses on the shallow divot below your bottom lip. You will him to kiss you, pleased when your desire is fulfilled. He tastes like hazelnut coffee.

“Have a good day, sweet girl.”

The front door closes behind him.

***

The phone rings around noon. Your stepfather is on his lunch break.

“How are you feeling? Did you get any rest?”

“Yes.” You had. You’d undressed and closed the blinds and gone right back to bed. You have an appetite again. For food. For him.

“That’s great. Have you given any thought to what you want for supper?”

You want something sweet. The breakfast meal you’d missed this morning. “Pancakes.”

He hums in amusement. You love his voice in your ear. “Pancakes, huh? I can manage that.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” You can hear him grinning from here. “I’ll try to be home as soon as I can. Maybe wrap things up a little early. My afternoon client load looks a little sparse today.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

He huffs into the receiver, a pleased sound. “That’s my good girl. See you soon.”

The lustful ache within you flares to life once more.

***

William Afton returns home three hours later to find you on the living room couch. You’re wearing seersucker pajamas with a small strawberry print and lettuce edge ruffles. He likes these dainty, feminine things you wear. Better than something overtly adult like lace or satin. They still retain a sense of innocence and youth that arouses him.

He enjoys how your gaze is always heavy on him, as if you’re mesmerized, captivated. You can’t seem to look away. You can’t conceal the want.

He bends to kiss your mouth, threads his fingers through your hair. A weaker man would surrender right then and ravage you. But he’s not a weak man. He takes his time removing his work clothes and steps into the shower. A few quick lazy strokes of his erection, just a little tease of the pleasure he’ll be receiving from you later. Loose pajamas that don’t entirely conceal his firm cock, this material thinner than what he’d worn last night.

He returns to the kitchen and begins preparing the meal. You hover in the doorway, watching him gather ingredients and utensils.

“You really can cook,” you say.

He glances at you mid leveling off a measuring cup and smiles. “They’re only pancakes.”

“But you know what you’re doing. Like, you’ve got practice. The way you’re handling things. I don’t know how to phrase it.” You frown at him. “You owned a restaurant once, right?”

William nods. “I did.” The flour spills into the batter bowl. “Actually, I’ll let you in on a little secret if you promise not to tell anyone. I mean anyone,” he emphasizes.

“Okay, I promise.”

“I still own it. It’s been closed for years, but I just couldn’t bring myself to let it go.”

He dusts his hands off and walks over to you. “You should visit with me some time. It’s not an ordinary restaurant. There’s an arcade. Animatronics. A lot of very interesting things I could show you.” He plants a kiss on your jaw and nibbles your ear lobe. He feels you shiver.

***

You stare at the array of toppings available before you. Steve had stopped at the store on the way home and had gotten some groceries. Whipped cream, strawberries, blueberries. There’s also powdered sugar and butter and chocolate and maple syrup.

“Wow. You really went all out.”

“If you’re going to do something, you should commit one hundred percent to the task at hand.”

He picks up one of the strawberries freshly rinsed in the colander and walks over to you. “Open your mouth,” he instructs gently. The texture from the external seeds is rough against your bottom lip as he sits the fruit there. Your lips part and he pushes it forward, your teeth sinking into it. A burst of sweetness and tartness sparks along your taste buds as the offering moves over your tongue.

Your stepfather makes a little satisfied humming sound, his eyes transfixed by the movement of your mouth as he consumes the remainder. There’s a slight red stain from the juice you notice tucked into the nail bed of his index finger and your mouth waters.

You sit at the kitchen table, in your mother’s usual seat, this time without any prompting. Your bare foot touches Steve’s as he settles into the chair beside you, setting plates with a stack of the griddlecakes before each of you. It’s just a gentle brush of skin against skin but you feel it strike you like a matchstick scraping red phosphorus, igniting your core.

The pancakes are delicious—light, fluffy. You chew around a forkful smothered in chocolate syrup and whipped cream and strawberries and your eyes stray to the older man’s bare scarred forearms, the sleeves he’d shoved up to his elbows when he’d started preparing the meal still gathered around the crease of his arms. Your stepfather has opted for the more traditional butter and maple syrup—the real kind, not that synthetic chemical laden variety—and you watch fascinated as he swallows in large bites, making short work of what’s in front of him. You wonder if he’s starving, or if it’s simply the way a man consumes things, because everything with a man is larger, stronger, more aggressive…

“Is it good?” His eyes haven’t moved from your face.

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”

His lips twitch. “You’re welcome, baby girl. Do you want more?”

“I’m full.”

“Are you?” A full on smirk and your stomach flutters. “I’m not.” He stands, offering a hand to you. You let him pull you to your feet. He slides his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging your head back gently. “Did you miss me today, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you say softly. Your pussy is absolutely throbbing. Just like flicking a light switch, he’s got you instantly worked up.

“Good girl. I missed you, too.” He releases his hold of you, arm sweeping across the island still dotted with ingredients and cookware and utensils to clear a space for you, some of the items falling to the linoleum. “Let’s get you up here, hmmm? Take everything off.”

Your heart thuds in your chest. You pull your pajama top off, hearing the whistle of air sucked into Steve’s lungs. The bottoms and your panties follow. You leave everything in a pile on the floor. Calloused hands wrap around your waist and he lifts you easily, sitting you on the end of the counter. The surface is cool against your heated skin.

“Lie back, sweet girl.” You obey, gasping slightly when the granite touches your bare shoulder blades as you recline supine along the length of the island, your legs dangling off the end of the counter.

Steve’s warm hand drags over your naked body admiringly, caressing you from knee to hip, kneading the curve of one breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers and tugging slightly.

“Where to even begin…” The bearded man sighs heavily, as if the dilemma is a weighty one. You hear him lift something from the counter above your head.

It’s the maple syrup.

He unscrews the cap then tips the glass bottle at an angle. The amber liquid within begins to spill out and he drizzles it over your torso, the first drops pattering against your collarbone, then across one breast, trailing a stripe down your abdomen, letting it pool in your umbilicus.

His eyes are lidded. He looks drunk off the sight of you, completely intoxicated by your naked body lying there sticky sweet beside him. When his face descends for that first kiss along the stretch of bone near your throat you think you’ve rocketed straight to heaven; try to mentally prepare yourself for the torment of hell your sin warrants.

You feel the rasp of that muscular organ stroke along the liquid nectar he’s just poured there, a slow, incessant drag. He lingers over your breast, sucking on your nipple and your back arches, your hand reaching to thread through his hair. You’re whimpering already and he’s barely begun.

Your stepfather moves from the side of the island to the end, dipping down once again to lav at the sweetness gathered in the divot above your mound, one hand caressing the back of your knee. You’re torn between craning your neck to watch what he’s doing and letting your head flop back against the hard surface, staring at the ceiling sightlessly while the man continues to lick you.

He kisses your abdomen and then he hooks his arms around your thighs, dragging you closer to him. You hear the scrape of one of the kitchen chairs as it’s pulled from its place beneath the table nearby and the older man settles into it, his fingers stroking your hips.

Then his mouth is finally there, where you need him most. You both moan together at that first taste. His tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves. Strokes between your lips and thrusts against your entrance, meeting resistance as the interior of that sacred place is still shielded with the skin that protects your virginity.

“Please…Daddy…I need…”

“What do you need, baby girl?” His breath is warm against the crook of your leg.

“I want…I want your fingers inside…”

Another gentle kiss. “It’s going to hurt.”

“I know,” you say softly. You’re afraid, but your desire for that forbidden destruction into your hollow is too strong.

“You’re sure you’re ready?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He’s right. It does hurt.

It burns when that index finger—maybe the same strawberry juice stained one from earlier—thrusts forward. You can feel your body resisting the intrusion. His mouth covers your clit and it distracts you from the discomfort a little. He advances a bit further, and then abandons the gentle motion abruptly to finish stretching, tearing, driving his finger forward until it’s completely sheathed inside you. Like ripping a bandaid off, just getting it over with. You cry out. All of that supply of moisture from arousal seems to have been depleted, replaced now with hot, sticky blood. Steve extracts that digit and then shoves it right back in. Repeats the process. His tongue strokes along your lips. You feel saliva dripping down and it makes the passage of his finger easier. It burns and aches but beneath it, there’s something. An ease of tension. It feels better when you relax, when you let him fuck into you. You weave your fingers between the ones resting on your abdomen and he squeezes your hand.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

You want to be a good girl. His good girl.

***

You never cease to surprise him.

William had thought he’d merely be eating you out on the kitchen counter but here you are, asking him to violate you. You’re so tight. It’s going to take a lot to work you open and grant him better access for more fingers and his fat prick in the future. That knowledge excites him.

He withdraws his finger and sucks the blood off of it. Metallic, musky, bitter. Eases the wet phalange back inside your canal. Sucks your clit and feels your body responding, relaxing. Curls the finger when he violates you again, seeking that sensitive spongy tissue. Your thighs tremor violently against his cheeks. A series of moans, whimpers, cries, as if you cannot decide on which sound to make. He loves pulling them out of you.

“Daddy…”

God, does that turn him on. His cock lurches at the title and he redoubles his efforts, letting his mouth grow more slack, letting saliva ooze over your cunt. He can tell you’re enjoying it again, the pain fading beneath the waves of pleasure. His tongue strokes outside and his finger plucks along your g spot and you cum, the hand holding his squeezing painfully but he enjoys it, tasting and feeling you come apart, lost in the haze of the feeling he creates deep within you.

William allows you time to recover, rising from his seat and walking to the side of the counter, bending to kiss you. Your mouth is slack, open, ready for him. He steals the breaths you gasp. Assists you down from the slab of granite and hugs you against him, his erection pressing along your lower spine. Your hands brace against the edge of the counter. He shoves the waistband of his pajama pants and briefs down, stroking that impatient rosy flesh. Wipes a smear of precum against the curve of your buttocks.

“You’re such a good girl for Daddy. Such a good daughter…” The words seem to come from a distant place, as if he is lost in the echos of a past memory.

He tugs until the pressure building within finally releases, a thick spray of hot seed painting your ass cheek. You turn in his arms and he kisses your mouth and that is how the meal concludes.

[zillobeastbait]

Prompt List

6 - “Why are you following me around like a lost duckling.”

19 - “Can't you just not work today?”

Daryl Dixon x Daughter!Reader

Words: 1027

Warnings/Notes: None

Not my image

It had been a long week up till now. The group was busy working in Alexandria. Some people gardening, others building up the wall or keeping watch. You woke up to an empty house, your father already out and working. You walk down the stairs as he comes in the door.

“I figured you’d be up about now. I’ll make ya some breakfast and then I gotta head back to work.” Daryl walks over to you after setting his bow down on the bench by the door. “What d’ya think of that?”

“Can’t you just not work today?” you complain to him all the time about how much he’s out and helping out.

“Pumpkin, we talked about this, I have to help out.” Daryl picks you up and carries you over to the kitchen. 

“But you’re always goneeee.” you drag out the end of your sentence. Adding a whining tone to your voice. Daryl sets you on the counter as he gets out the waffle maker.

“Hey, wha’td I say bout yer whinin’.” Daryl doesn’t look at you, but you can hear the sternness in his voice.

“Sorry daddy.” You fiddle with your fingers while you wait for him to turn back around. When he does he has the waffle mix and other instruments in his hands. 

“Yes!” you say with excitement, your fists shooting up.

“Figured you'd be excited.” He comments with a smirk as he begins mixing the batter.

you sit on the counter and help with what you can as your dad makes you waffles. You two have a great time talking and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

Eventually the waffles are all done and you two sit at the barstool and eat them. You watch as your dad eats only a couple and gives you the rest of his syrup.

“Why didn't you eat as much?” You pause shoving the waffles in your mouth to talk. 

“I had some food earlier this morning, so I ain't that hungry.” He says with a small smile.

You smile and shrug, shoving more waffles in your mouth. 

“Alright kid, I gotta get back t’ work.” He stands up and ruffles your hair, placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Can't you stay home today?” you finish eating your waffles and turn around to face him in you chair. 

“We talked about this kiddo, I gotta do this.”

“Then I can come with you?” you mouth shoots up in a smile and you run towards the stairs. “Lemme grab my stuff.”

You don't even give him a chance to say anything before you run up the stairs and grab your little messenger bag. You shove in your coloring book, a normal book, and some extra little things. 

You come down the stairs to him dressed back in his boots and jacket, standing with his arms crossed, his bow hanging off his shoulder.

“Alright, c'mon.” he says, nodding his head towards the door. 

“Hang on, I gotta put on my boots.” you plop on the floor next to the shoes, which are only yours and Daryl's at the most. 

When your done tieing them up, Daryl helps you to stand and hands you your pocket knife. He got it for you a while ago and wont let you leave the house without having it on you. 

“Ready?” he asks.

“Ready.” you look up and smile at him. 

He only nods before opening the door and holding it open for you. He shuts it behind him and walks alongside you. Today he has to get the bike ready so he can go out scouting with Aaron eventually. You two walk along the sidewalk, watching the few birds fly by or someone else on a walk. It's times like this that you miss with him. Even before Alexandria, when you were always on the run. You get to be with him all the time and do everything with him. You don't like being alone in the house all day every day.

When you make it to Aaron's house he greets you with a snack and juice.

“Thanks!” you say with a smile. Even after all the waffles you had just 20 minutes ago you eat the fruit he handed you right away and sipped on the juice. 

You follow Daryl into Aaron's garage and see the bike Daryl has been working on.

“Are we gonna be able to ride it just like your last one!?” You look at him with and excited expression plastered on your face.

"Eventually, I might change some things to make it easier, and we need to find you a helmet if we can.”

“How are we gonna find a motorcycle helmet for me?”

“I dunno kid. Even if it was just a bike helmet. Any type of helmet really.” He sits on the stool and begins messing with parts.

“How ‘bout ya sit in that chair over there and color or someth'n.” He nods towards a chair in the corner. 

“I think I'm gonna watch you.” you set your bag down in the chair and stand by where Daryl was working. You stay for a while like that day. Following him when he goes to the workbench or the other side of the bike.

“Alright kid, why are you following me around like a lost duckling?”

“I just wanna see what your doing, and I miss when we were together all the time.”

He stops what he's doing and looks up at you from his seat.

“Pumpkin, why didn't you tell me. I could have taken you with me more.”

“I dunno. I just figured you weren't alway gonna be this busy.”

“I get it, and I'm sorry. I didn't really notice that you wanted to come, I thought you would like having your own space.”

“I just miss you sometimes.”

“Alright, I'll tell you what, tomorrow we'll have a just us day. We can do whatever we want.”

“Alright.” a smile breaks out on your face and you giggle in excitement.

“Alright kid.” Daryl has a smirk on his face as he continues to work and you continue to watch.

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[roosterforme]

Can i please please please request role play with Bradley but him role playing as a firefighter and he even has the whole outfit and everything with either you take me so well, say my name, more daddy, or be a good girl, you can pick whichever one because I can’t decide 🥵 ugh I have thing for firefighters and for Bradley so why not have the best of both worlds right 😩! Also I live for your writing! You just have that magic where you can make anything a masterpiece!

Okay, this one is just fun. Watch Bradley really lean into it! I combined this one with another request as well.

Written for my Smutsational Smutfest!

Alexa, play Fire by Ohio Players

You jolted awake in bed, panting slightly as your pussy clenched from the images of your dream flashing through your mind. 

"What's wrong, baby?" Bradley rasped, holding you tighter as you had woken him up as well. 

"Sorry," you whispered, kissing his cheek. "I just had a wild dream."

"'Bout what?" he asked softly, running his fingers along your bare shoulder. 

"Well," you started, wondering if you should tell him. "It was about you. For some reason, you were a firefighter, and you came to rescue me in my dream. And then you bent me over in your firetruck and we had sex."

"Hmm," Bradley hummed. "Sounds hot."

"It was," you agreed before snuggling up against him and dozing back to sleep.

The next day, you were making dinner alone, because Bradley was so late getting home from work. You were about to call him when you heard the front door open. 

"Hi!" you called, and the sound of boots on the hardwood floor filled the space. He must have worn his flight suit home. "Dinner is almost ready," you said. But when you turned around, Bradley was there dressed in full firefighter garb and staring at you. Yellow pants and suspenders with the jacket open and showing off his chest and abs. 

"I heard you need me to rescue you." He pulled the red hat from his head and approached you. "I'm all about fire safety," he rasped, turning off the stove burner. 

You were gaping at him. "You look so hot," you whispered with a smile, running your fingers along his abs. 

"That's not good," he scolded with a smirk. "Everything should be cool. Nice and cool to prevent fires. Have you been feeling hot?" he asked, running his thumb along your bottom lip. 

"So hot," you told him with a nod. "Can you help me out?" 

"You know I can," he promised, kissing your lips. "Wanna record this?" he asked, and you took your phone out for him and propped it on the counter. 

"How are you going to put out this fire?" you asked as he pulled your shirt slowly over your head.

He kissed along the tops of your breasts. "With my big hose. You wanna see it?"

Then he had you bent over the kitchen counter with your shorts around your ankles and his pants and suspenders around his. He fucked you hard while he gave you a lecture about fire safety. 

"God, why is that so fucking sexy when you say it?" you panted. He was getting you so close now. 

"Because ma'am, I'm a professional. Now be a good girl and cum for me."

You were starting to clench around him, and as soon as you started whining and pushing back against him, Bradley wrapped his hand around your hip and rubbed your pussy hard until you were screaming. Then he withdrew and covered your ass in his cum, jerking himself until he was groaning loudly. 

"Is your hose empty?" you asked over your shoulder, and he leaned down to kiss you. 

"Yeah, baby. Is your fire out?" he asked with a grin.

"For now. But I think you unleashed a new kink."

[decadentworld]

※ Sub Bottom Eddie Munson/Dom Top Steve Harrington.

※ 1,224 words.

※ Personal work (not request).

※ Both characters are canonically 18 or older.

※ Content & warnings: Daddy kink. Mating press. Virgin Eddie. Unnegotiated kinks (but they’re very into it). Very short fic.

Something something Eddie finally catching up to everyone treating Steve like the ‘mom’ friend in the group. And he’s amused. But secretly immensely supportive of Steve on this one.

Like, how couldn’t he be? He knows it’s gotta be exhausting at some point.

Dustin’s amused, “Okay, mom.”

Or Mike’s irritated, “You’re not my mom.”

He’d be rolling his eyes and snarking all the time. He’s impressed by Steve’s patience nowadays. So he decides to poke at it just a little bit.

“Oh, Harrington,” he sing-songs, stomach swooping hotly at the annoyed look on Steve’s face; he knows he can joke around with Steve. They’ve gotten sort of close after everything they’ve gone through.

Only, Eddie has no idea if Steve’s lingering looks are just a figment of his imagination.

The counter at Family Video kind of needs a cleaning, but Steve’s leaning on it anyway. “…I thought you had to pick the kids up today? After all, you’re like the mom of the group.”

“Jesus, dude. Not you too,” comes Steve flippant response. “It’s Billy’s turn. I’m making this a brat-free day.”

“Sooo, what I’m hearing is… Steve Harrington doesn’t like to be treated like a fretful mommy?”

“Would you cut it off?”, answers Steve, though it’s not an entirely mean response.

“Okaaay.”

To Steve, it sounds like that would be it, but nothing good ever comes out of that playful little smile of Eddie’s, because he’s absolutely not ready for what he says next:

“Then does that mean we have to call you Daddy?”

Oh, ha-ha. It must be so funny to Eddie, seeing that he can’t stop snickering behind his hands after saying this.

It’s not that funny to Steve, who just stills, turns around, and starts walking straight into the employee bathroom. All with the deepest blush Eddie’s ever seen on anyone. Oh. Eddie fucked up, didn’t he.

Robin comes out of her break. Sees Eddie, alone at the counter, now covering his mouth. He’s not laughing anymore.

“Oh my God.” She looks in the direction of the bathroom, knowing Steve must be there. “What did you say to him?”

“Nothing! Why do you think I said anything to him?”

She gives him the stink eye. Eddie just leaves.

Later in the evening, some time after a thorough play with himself with images of pretty boys and hairy chests and pink faces in his mind, Eddie receives an unexpected visitor in the form of Steve Harrington, on the steps of his trailer.

Neither of them are saying anything. Steve’s face is unreadable. It kind of makes Eddie want to bite his nails. But he lets him in, and closes the door behind him.

A tense silence takes over the place. That is, until…

“Can you— Can you say it again?”

The croak in Steve’s voice is somehow delicious to Eddie; it sounds like Steve’s throat is dry.

“Wh-What?” And he has to chuckle nervously. He feels the pull of his hand, wanting to take one lock of his hair to hide behind it.

“Today, you… you said something. Called me something. And…” Steve’s face is an enigma. He looks like he wants to flee at any second, but still keeps going. “I kind of haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

Oh, he’s got Eddie where he wants. He knows Eddie’s the queerest guy in town, but what he’s asking of him… Surely, this is just him taunting Eddie, is it not? A good old game of chicken between guys never hurt anyone.

But Eddie is weak.

Giving in to his impulse, knowing he’s probably sporting the darkest blush ever known to mankind, Eddie pulls on his own hair. Puts it in front of his face, covering everything but his eyes. And mutters:

“Daddy.”

The reaction is stronger this time. More visible, unconcealed. Something about the heavy breath Steve releases sounds, to Eddie, like a grunt, and he just has to avert his eyes.

“Louder.”

Now wide eyes return to Steve, pupils unable to stop widening from pleasure. Steve walks closer, and it’s Eddie’s instinct to take a step back in return, but he forces himself to stay where he is.

He gives in, like any weak man would.

“Daddy.”

It’s only slightly louder, and Steve comes even closer, until he’s in Eddie’s space. Takes Eddie’s hands in his, noticing the hitch in his breath as he’s forced to release his own hair.

Grabs his wrists. Puts them to his sides.

“Look at me when you say it.”

They’re sharing the same air. Eddie feels himself faint from it.

“Daddy.”

Steve closes what little space was left, making Eddie tremble and sag against him in his first kiss. Pushes Eddie back until his back collides with the wall next to his bedroom’s door, all the while giving Eddie a new succession of firsts: first kiss with tongue, first heavy petting, first dry humping. All until Eddie has to withdraw with the most erotic gasp Steve’s ever heard.

“You’re fucking unbelievable, you know?” Steve’s voice already has Eddie weak in the knees. A hand finds Eddie’s long hair and pulls, and Eddie’s so sure he’s already close. “A fucking brat.”

Eddie moans, pulls himself together long enough to say: “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

The big imprint of a cock against his pelvis tells him he’s not the only one affected. “Yeah, I bet you are. Teasing me in public like that. Bet you were looking for a spanking.”

There’s an obscene moan now, so loud Eddie has to hide in Steve’s neck from the embarrassment of being so needy. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

And a groan next to his ear carries a lot of promises.

Eddie loses his virginity to a man he calls Daddy in his trailer bedroom, music blasting as an afterthought to conceal the loud moaning he knows he won’t be able to quiet. Steve makes him cum an impossible three times in a row. Puts a twist on missionary that leaves Eddie’s insides so thoroughly fucked out he cums a first time, just from that. Makes Eddie ride him, aiding his trembling thighs by pushing up into Eddie, and as if that isn’t enough, spanks Eddie like he said he would, receiving a chestful of shaking, orgasming boy who somehow says he still can’t get enough, so he turns him around, puts him on all fours and presses his face into the pillow. Puts an arm around his windpipe. Envelops him so wholly it almost feels suffocating, pounds into him so hard Eddie would be screaming by this point if it weren’t for the small pressure against his throat, feet kicking to the sides of Steve’s legs on the bed. Makes Eddie cum a third and final and convulsing time as he too does.

“What the hell, Steve.” Robin points at something Steve can’t see on his neck. “Did you get mauled by an animal?”

Both Steve and Eddie blush in the gentle lighting of the Family Video store.

“Wait…” She looks between them two. “You.” She points at Eddie. “What did you say to him yesterday? And how did it lead to that?” And then, as if that wasn’t the most important thing to her, as if Eddie and Steve weren’t on the brink of passing out from embarrassment, Robin says: “Ugh. Great. I owe Billy five bucks.”

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[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. This piece is a little different than anything I’ve done before, but I know we’ve all talked a little on here about what comes after 2027, and some ideas were floated in the Le Point article from last week, and the conversation about a foundation in New York prompted this image (you’ll see at the end) that I couldn’t get out of my head, and I thought I’d share. I purposefully set in an amorphous city, so you can pick where you think they’ll end up. Hope you all enjoy.

2028

He struggled with the knot of his tie in front of the bathroom mirror, suddenly nervous in a way he hadn’t been in years.

“Let me help, chéri,” he heard his wife offer, as she gently grabbed his hips to spin him around to face her, expertly fastening and straightening the tie, like she had on so many occasions: before debates, before stepping out on stage on election nights, before they stepped out of the private apartments at the Élysée for the last time. “Perfect,” she smiled at him, smoothing his lapels before stepping back to find where she had laid her jewelry on the counter the night before, slipping her rings on with the practiced ease of a woman who had been doing it for 21 years. (He still pinches himself over that, she’s been his wife for 21 years now)

“Ready to go?” she asked, sneaking a peek at her watch, knowing they needed to get a move on.

“Almost,” he answered her.

“You don’t have an excuse to be late anymore, chéri. People won’t wait for you,” she teased, knowing her husband was as late as ever, much to her chagrin.

“They will today. We’re the main event. Besides this will only take one second.”

“What will only take -“ he cut her off by pressing a quick kiss to her mouth “oomf!” the rest of her words were swallowed as she relaxed into him.

“Now I’m ready,” he smiled at her, offering her a steadying hand as she needed to slip on her heels.

They were able to make it to the car fairly quickly, but traffic in this city had other plans for the rest of their journey, especially now they couldn’t get out of it. (How he missed that perk)

“Now, don’t be mad -“ she started while they were stopped at a red light.

“I don’t like where this is going, chérie.”

“But Emma may have skipped her university classes today to be here.”

“Why would she do that?!” he practically roared.

“Because she wants to support you. Because she loves you,” she answered him with an eye roll, as if this was a no brainer. “Chéri, her university is just a small distance away, and it’s only one class.”

“What did she tell her professor?”

“Oh! That’s the best part. She’s visiting her grandparents who are in town visiting.”

“She didn’t tell him who we were?” he asked in disbelief.

“Nope!” his wife laughed. “She told me ‘either he puts two and two together when he watches the news tonight, or I know not to take anything he says to me too seriously.’”

“Our girl is clever,” he allowed.

“That she is. And very much a Daddy’s girl. She wouldn’t miss today for the world.”

“I don’t think that’s how the expression normally goes.”

“But it’s true! And she has her grandfather wrapped around her pinky finger too. Look at you, being apoplectic at the thought of her missing class for you.”

“Well!” he huffed.

“I think it’s very sweet,” she consoled, slipping her hand into his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

They were silent for the last few minutes of the ride. “Wait right there,” he told her as he hurried out of the car when it finally came to a stop, quick to open the door for her and help her out.

“Always my perfect gentlemen,” she whispered in his ear as they walked in close together, passing the photographers who had lined up to grab snaps of today’s formal opening event, and entering the new building under the sign: “The Emmanuel and Brigitte Macron Foundation.”

Hellooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Just me that for goosebumps when I read the last sentence? “The Emmanuel and Brigitte Macron foundation”. Damn. Makes me feel dreamy and nostalgic at the same time... but I like the idea you had here!

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

[nityarawal]

3/2/2023

Elon- Friend

Morning Songs

Whose Your Friend

Mine Is Elon

Whose Picking Up Your

Kids

My Rewind Partner

Elon

Whose Your Physicist

Who Makes Your

World Go Round

Who Makes Your

Theories Stick

Am I Eloning Alone

Or Have I Got Some

Secret Trolls

Laugh At Us

Love With Us

Geek Out

Grok

Why Not

Laugh With Us

Laugh Without Us

Laugh In The Rain

Under

The Oak Tree

Elon's Name

Incidentally

Laugh With Us

Cosmic Realities

If You're OK On

The Surface

And Float

Then Don't Joke

It's Alright

But If You Want

Some Oxygen

To Go Higher

Or Deep Underwater

With My Tribe

Then The Cult

Is Changing Colors

The Uniform

Is At The Tailors

Tin Sculptures

Are Going Up

At The Border

And We're 

Bringing 

In New Laws

Martian Laws

Not Just The Bros

Martian Laws

To Include

The Rest Of Us

Martian Fees

Staccato Beats

Martian Schools

I'm Sorry If Pace Is

Not As Cool

And Ready

As The AirForce

Hooker-Nauts

I'm Sorry

But I'm "Not Sorry,"

Like Naya Rivera

Said

Before Murder

'Cuz Martian

Laws

Are Like Mothers

4 Natural Law

And Certainly

Martians

Divine

Love Their

Mommies

Just As Much

As The Human Kind

We Love Our Mom

She's Not A Meme

We Miss Her

Don't Want To Insult

Daddy Dearest

Or His Creator

Benefactor

Bean Counters

Don't Want To Insult

A Bulldog

Or Doje

Don't Want

To Insult

The Gold Image

Of Trump

Alter

Egomaniacs

However There Are

Starter Wives

I Need To Read

And Know

Need My Library

And A Deep Deep

Bath

For Four With A

View In Calla Lillies

Gardenias

Tuberose

Need A Bath

Rosebuds

Around

Calendula

St. John's Wort

Jasmin

And Secret

Cleopatra Ingredients

Need A Bath

Clay Masks

Need Human Grooming

'Cuz I'm Not A

Meme Yet

Nitsa-Pizza Had Me

Drooling

Military Made

Memes Mad

Not A Courtship

From An Alter

Ego

What Will We

Call Our New

Physicists

They're Better Than

Doctors

Smarter Than

Astronauts

Elon Friends

For My Martians

Have What It's Got

They Love Their Mothers

They're Ever Patient

They Listen Build

Us Chariots

And Goddess Gardens

They Bathe

With Us Under

The Stars

But That's A

Big Comittment

Baby

If You Want To

Be My Lover

To Mars

Let Me Meddle

In Your

Monastery 

Chat On The Down

Low

Let Me See The Intricate

Workings

Of The Harem

You Want Me To

Manage

Ma-Ma-Manage

Ma-Ma

Mars

Ma- Ma Manage

Camp Bros

Told Them To Sober

Up

But Now They're

On Harder Drugs

Told Them To Avoid

The Gals Who Lost

Their Teeth

Told Them To Look

For Signs

And Wait For

Guts Honesty

Hey

You Want To Court Me

For Real

Unite My Family

You Want To Be My

Oak Tree

Eloning To Eternity

It's All So Romantic

How Can I Say No

Shocked Me To My

Core

Thankyou

But Please Tell

Millitary

We Don't Need

Their Stardust

Please Tell

Government

We're Putting

You All Down To

Rest

Tell 'Em About

Our Gardens

Tell 'Em What

We Grow

Come Visit Us

In Texas

We'll Be Having

A Big Junk

ART AI Fence

Concert

Come Visit Us

In Texas

Our Chariots

Will Pass Your

Kibbutz

On The Way To

Mars

And If You

Ever Get Lonely

Building The

Border Walls

Just Enjoy Your

Sweet Musk

From Our Gardens

And Know

Elon And I Will

Be Eloning

For You And Me

Taking All Our

Oak Seeds

To Mars

You And Me

Will Be

Eloning For Eternity

Your Hearts With Me

Honey Combs

Eloning For Eternity

Bumble Bees

Singing

To You

Eloning For Eternity

Humming

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

There's One Thing 

I Promise You

Whether Your

On The Wall

Or Left Behind

On Planet Earth

Whether We Needed

Boundaries

From Your Harem

Fantasies

We Promise You

One Thing

We'll Be Eloning

Eternally

Eloning Eternal 

Love

Singing Eloning

So Don't Be Hurt

The Love Bombs

Will Keep Dropping

Keep Unfolding

Keep Grokking

And Elon June

Promised My

Words And Songs

Will Grok

Back And Forth

To Mars

As "X" Already

Has

From Mars

Civil X-Tovists

Miracles In Our

Midst

Among

The Past

Merci

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[mimikody]

...oops

[tahdashi]

WHEN HIS BABY GETS JEALOUS. . .

✫ ft. akaashi, atsumu, iwaizumi, and suna x mom!reader

✫ a/n: the kids are ages 1-3 (can stand, walk, talk in sentences). the babies aren’t really “jealous” in some of these. they just want some love and affection, too !!!

✫ warnings: usage of “mom” and “mama” to refer to reader

✫ AKAASHI leans into your touch after coming home from the office, his tie loosened and his hair a bit messier than usual. you two are splayed on the couch, his head resting peacefully on your chest as he updates you on bokuto’s recent msby game. and just minutes later, you feel your son pull on your leg. an eruption of babbles leave his lips as he whines and tugs. “mmm, it’s my turn with mom,” keiji whines into your collarbones. you can't help but laugh at your husband's child-like behavior. "keiji, get off, you're gonna make him upset." and as keiji nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, your baby breaks out into a sob, "mama! mama!" filling the small living room. keiji gets up from his place on your chest and picks your son up, mumbling "i'm sorry, bud" into his equally messy hair. "mama's all yours," he kisses the top of his head and allows him to crawl happily into your arms. "you're as whiny as your mo-" "keiji." he can't even be upset at his limited time with you — the image of you holding his entire world makes up for it.

✫ ATSUMU lingers in the kitchen after tucking your daughter in to bed just about every night. he puts dishes in the cabinets, wipes down the counter, and traps you between his arms for a moment of intimacy. "mind if i kiss ya, babe?" he asks, knowing you'll let him anyway. "you'll do it no matter what i say," you turn your head to the side, creating distance between his lips and yours. "no! i'm a gentleman! that's why ya married me, isn't it?" a laugh leaves your lips and you're stepping up onto your toes to reach his. his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close against himself. it's been hard to find time for yourselves — your daughter was at the age where she'd walk (stumble, really) away if you took your eyes off of her for even a second. and as you pull away from the kiss, breathless and all, you hear the pitter patter of her tiny feet approaching you two. "baby, why are ya awake? can't sleep?" atsumu bends down to her level, pushing her hair back from her eyes. she rubs at them and then wraps her tiny arms around his neck to kiss his cheeks. "i want a g'night kiss too!" she whines. "alrighty, baby, ya can get as many as ya want! make sure ya give mama a kiss too," he tells her before peppering her cheeks with loving kisses.

✫ IWAIZUMI used to wake up early every morning, getting ready for the day at a slow and relaxing pace, but he finds it harder and harder to do so when you cling onto him, asking for five more minutes of peace, five minutes of calmness before the storm (the storm being your daughter, of course). she's gotten clingier with every step she could take. she wakes up with the sun and makes her way to your bed, struggling to climb up with her tiny legs. the sight of her dad's arm around your waist brings a pout to her lips, her cheeks puffing out as she whispers a "daddy?" and of course, he's awake (he's been awake for the past 15 minutes). "wanna come up?" he asks her before unwrapping his arms from your body and lifting her onto his broad chest. she immediately crawls over him, kicking his face with her feet in the process, to place herself between you two. her little arms and legs wrap around your torso like a koala, and she looks up at you with a toothy smile. "my turn,” she says, nuzzling her head into you. you hear iwa mumble under his breath (something about waking the team up with kicks to the face).

✫ SUNA always searches for you and the twins in the crowd. his team had just won a game that he's been training especially hard for, and it's the first time in a while that you've seen his dimply smile on his face. he runs up to you and the twins with nothing but joy in his eyes. grabbing ahold of your waist, he presses a kiss to your lips — his teeth clash against yours and he's laughing into the kiss out of sheer happiness, but you don't mind it one bit. your sons pull at your clothes as they try to get your attention. suna catches a glimpse of their raised arms and pulls away from you to lift his boys into his own arms, one on each side of his body. they're cheering for their dad, clapping and yelling, “you did it!" suna's never been an affectionate guy, opting to show his love in more subtle ways, but he feels the urge to pull you and the boys in for a tight hug (one where you can feel the rapid beating in his chest). he kisses the top of your head before pressing one on each of the twins' cheeks. "let's go celebrate, yeah?" suna grins. he’d do anything to hold you three like that again after each win — his prized possessions in his arms.

reblogs are appreciated, as always!

[pavlikovskymunson]

LOSING YOU || Alex Karev X Reader

Summary: You and Alex have been married for a while and are expecting your first child. But something terrible always has to happen...

Warning: Anguish, cute (at first), crying, mention of death, and mention of medical procedures.

Words: 2.3K+

Author's note: First I want to say that this is my first picture that I post here and second I ask for forgiveness if any word is wrong, English is not my first language. I'm brazilian😊. But other than that, I hope you enjoy the story and prepare the tissues because there will be crying.

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Alex Karev, the great pediatric surgeon at Gray Sloan Memorial, is expecting his first child, along with the Goddess of Orthopedics, Y/n Y/s Karev.

Right now the dads are in for a routine ultrasound with Arizona Robbins.

" Look here we can see your daughter perfectly" Arizona turns the ultrasound screen towards you

"She is so beautiful" Alex was delighted with the beauty of his daughter

"Look, she has your nose" Y/n shows on the screen and looks at Karev who smiles all silly

Dr Robbins finishes the ultrasound and leaves the room leaving only Y/n and Karev, with the 3D ultrasound image in their hands.

"Can I keep the photo? I'll leave it in my lab coat for everyone to see how beautiful my daughter is"

"Yes you can, silly daddy" Y/n laughs and hands the photo to Alex

Soon a pager is heard beeping. The two pick up the device and look at its screen.

"It's mine, emergency"Y/n says and gets up from the stretcher in a hurry

" Hey, where do you think you're going running?"

" For the emergency, they are calling me"

"Yeah, I know, but you need to take it easy. Since you are at the end of your pregnancy."

Alex was all worried about the health of his daughter and wife.

"Ok, ok... I'll go slowly to the emergency" Y/n laughs "See you later dear" she kisses Karev and leaves the ultrasound room

Y/n walks to the emergency room, but when she realizes that Alex is no longer behind her. Run away to get there faster.

She arrives panting.

"Did you come running?" April asks

"Yes, yes, but I'm fine" Y/n put the yellow apron on her arms "What do we have here ??"

"Anything"

"Uh, what do you mean??" Karev puts her hand on her belly

" Doctor Webber paged all of us, but said nothing. Maybe it's just training" Kepner says

"Holy shit, so I ran for nothing" Y/n leans forward and leans on the counter

"You shouldn't be running around, it can cause a premature birth"

"Yeah, I know, Alex curses me all the time for that. But it can't be avoided."

Soon after, Avery, Meredith, Derek and Cristina arrive at the ER as well.

"Hey, there's no one in the ER" Derek comments

"Webber paged us and didn't say anything" Y/n and April say together

That said, the boss arrives in the emergency with Dr. Bailey's company.

"Why are we here?" Gray speaks to the doctors who have just entered

"I beeped you because just now" there was an accident on the boat, we have several injured on the spot. I wanted you to go and help the people that are there, while Dr. Bailey and I help the interns with the ones that were arriving here.

"But wouldn't it be better for the interns to go and for us to stay ??" Jackson Avery asks

"Yes and no. Even because, I want the best doctors to help the most injured. And as some will be in critical condition, I need you to make the patient as stable as possible, and then bring him here" Doctor Webber says "And we all know that interns are not well prepared for an emergency type."

"Now go quickly and get everything you will need. If we meet here in 20 minutes" Bailey says and the six of them head towards the supply closets.

Y/n arrives and starts putting everything she will need in a hospital bag.

" I heard there was an accident on the ferry" Alex arrives at the pantry too

"Yes, Webber paged us to help on the spot, while they and the inmates help what's coming" the woman put gauze and syringes in the suitcase

"But because the boss paged you, he knows" that you're at the end of your pregnancy and can't keep making much effort "Alex says worried

"Alex, I'm fine. Look" the wife does a jumping jack and her husband laughs "I'll be fine. We're going to be fine, aren't we Sarah" the girl directs the last sentence to the little girl inside her belly -

"Ok then, but let me help you with that bag" he takes the bag that his wife put the supplies and leaves the room

Both go to the emergency room, where the other doctors were waiting for the woman.

"Great, now get in the ambulance they took you to the scene" Doctor Bailey says and they do what she says

Y/n was about to get in the ambulance, but an arm holds her lightly. And she turns around.

"Promise you will take care of yourself and take care of our baby right" Alex was very worried

" Obviously, I always took care of her and myself, why wouldn't I take care of it today?" The woman tilts her head a little to the side

"Okay now go" Y/n was about to get in the ambulance but Alex pulls her in for a quick kiss

"Alex Karev !!" Doctor Bailey scolds the doctor

"Okay, now you can go"

Y/n gets in the ambulance with the other doctors and blows an air kiss to her husband.

"I love you she whispers"

" I love you so much more" he says back and the ambulance doors close

The ambulance leaves the hospital heading towards the accident.

"Is everything okay, Karev?" Webber looks at the worried man and asks.

"I don't know, I didn't wake up very well today" he smiles fake at the boss and enters the hospital again

While the ambulance did not arrive at the scene of the accident, the doctors were going over what they needed to do at such a time.

"Red ribbon, urgent patients to be treated" April says

"Yellow tape, stable and can wait a while" Y/n reminds you.

"And the ones with the green ribbon, they don't have serious injuries and can wait" Gray says and the doctors who were in the back of the ambulance nod.

Soon the ambulance arrives at the scene, they open the back door of the vehicle and see a total destruction of the boat and several people crying, screaming in pain.

"Badges on the front and let's go" April gets out of the ambulance and the rest follow

Y/n grabs the bag of supplies she prepared and climbs out of the ambulance with Meredith's help.

"Are you sure you don't want help??" Gray refers to patients

"No no, Sarah and I take care of it" Sarah is the name of her daughter with Karev -

The woman straightens her coat and tucks her badge in front. And follows in search of any patient with BONES injuries.

After treating about 2 patients with yellow tape, and 1 with red tape. The woman stops for a while and breathes, because whether she likes it or not, her big belly gets in the way of her movements. And to make matters worse, Sarah was fluttering in her stomach.

"Sweetie, you need to be quiet, mom is working" Karev caresses her belly and notices that Sarah is getting calmer -

After catching her breath, the girl goes after another patient. Until he notices a little girl pulling on his coat.

" Hi, are you lost dear ??" Y/n asks but the girl doesn't say anything

Y/n examines the girl and she wasn't hurt, just a few scratches on her face but nothing so deep that it needed stitches.

"Look, I'll find someone for you to stay until I find your mother ok??" Y/n goes out to look for someone but the girl pulls her coat again

"Hmm look, I need to take care of these - hurt people, and I can't be with you ok?? But I'll find someone really nice to take care of you"

Y/n tries to look for someone to be with the girl again but she grabs her coat tighter.

She was just making the Doctor's life more complicated.

"Okay, you can stay with me, but try not to disturb me ok ??" she says and the girl nods "Ok, let's treat a patient then"

Y/n adjusts her bag on her shoulder and holds the little girl's hand. Both were walking around helping some patients, when they hear a voice.

"Did you hear ??" Y/n asks and the girl says yes with her head

The woman starts looking for the person who had screamed. Until the girl pulls on her coat.

"What's it ??" he looks at the little girl and she shows it with her little finger to the person screaming "Alright, let's go"

Y/n takes the girl's hand and they go towards the man who was halfway away from the crowd and near the water.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Karev and the girls and I will take care of you."

The doctor starts to get gauze, morphine and everything she would use to treat that patient. And the girl couldn't stop looking at the bloody man.

"Hey, is everything ok? I just want you to turn there, because I know this is kind of scary for you" Y/n says

Thus causing the little girl to turn her back to her and the patient.

"I'll apply morphine to lessen your pain, ok??" having said that she applies the drug to the man

He notices that his leg was gushing blood and had a big cut. She squeezes her leg, making pressure, so the blood doesn't come out so much.

"Hey girl, I know I told you to turn around, but I need your help right now" Karev was pressing the man's leg with both hands " I want you to get that syringe and that thing that looks like a belt'

So the girl turns around and starts looking for what the doctor asked for in the bag.

" It must be on the right side, the side facing the water"

The little girl searches some more and finds what she asked for, and gives it to her.

"Thank you very much, angel" she thanks the girl "Look, this is going to hurt a little, but it will pass ok??"

"No no, I'm fine I don't need it" the patient starts to move a lot

"Look, I need you to..."

Without even finishing talking, the man accidentally pushes Y/n, causing her to fall into the water.

Without even finishing talking, the man accidentally pushes Y/n, causing her to fall into the water.

She starts to struggle a lot, she knew how to swim, but with Sarah inside her, it was kind of impossible.

Make a plan. Set a goal. Work in that direction, but occasionally look around. Drink, because that's it. It may all be over tomorrow.

[Hospital...]

Alex was visiting one of his patients in the pediatric ward.

"Now open your shark mouth so you can see that throat" Alex says with a toothpick in hand to examine "The little patient does what he asks."

"Everything is alright. He's recovering fast, little shark" Alex pinches the child's nose "We'll keep him more tonight, to make sure he's all right" he says to the boy's mother

He writes some things down in the chart and before leaving his patient's mother says:

"And your baby?" she says and shows Alex's lab coat, which was the ultrasound picture of his little girl and Y/n

"It is" he smiles "My little Sarah" he hands the photo for the girl to see

"how cute" he sees the photo and gives it to him again "Congratulations on the little one "

"Thank you" he leaves the room and goes to the pediatric ward counter

He was signing something on one of the papers the nurse had entered for him. Until your page beeps. He takes it from inside his apron and reads the message that was displayed on the screen.

"Y/N!!" He saves the page and runs to the emergency room

Arriving there he sees Jackson and Bailey carrying Y/n on the stretcher, while Cristina was having heart massage.

"What happened to her" he goes to "enter the room more prevent"

"She ended up drowning. A little girl who was with her said a patient accidentally pushed her causing her to fall into the water" Jackson says

Alex goes to enter the room where his wife was but Bailey stops him.

"No family members"

"But it's my wife and my daughter"

"Yeah, I know, but we're trying to save them" Bailey pushes Karev "Stay there. Jackson stays with him"

Having said that, Doctor Bailey goes back into the room.

"We have to take the stop cart" Cristina informs

"We can't, they will harm the baby" April says

"Then apply adrenaline" Bailey says and Cristina applies adrenaline to the woman

Soon they can see beats on the screen.

They started examining the girl while April checked that the baby was all right.

"Call Robbins, I can't hear the baby's heartbeat" Kepner puts the stethoscope on his neck again

While one of the inmates went to get Robbis. Y/n has another cardiac arrest.

" I need to get in there" Alex enters "with everything in the room and starts doing heart massage"

"ALEX !!"

" I'm sorry, but I need to save the love of my life"

"Alex no, he has a signed ONR order" Gray said

"THEN TEAR THAT SHIT, BECAUSE I'M NOT LOSING MY GIRLS TODAY" Karev says nervously and the staff starts to help the same

After 1 hour, he was still massaging the girl.

" Alex..."

"No, she'll get out of it."

"Alex, she's already gone... "April says sadly

"IT WAS NOT NO" Karev was still giving his wife a heart massage "Arizona how is Sarah ??"

Arizona checks the baby for signs but finds nothing. They had already left some time ago. Karev looked hopefully at the doctor. Robbis just shakes his head in denial.

"Alex... "Jackson call him "They're gone..."

Alex stops giving the love of his life a heart massage and leaves the room without saying anything.

"I'll go after him... "Gray takes off his yellow apron and goes after Alex

Gray looks for Alex around the hospital and until he sees him sitting on a stretcher, in the hospital hallway. I could hear their cries of despair, sadness and anger.

"I lost... I lost my girls" he sobbed from crying

[latelyanobsession]

Harringrove’s Kindergartner - Naptime Notes

“Daddy!” she sang running in the door and into her father’s waiting arms.

“What’s up kiddo?” Billy cooed, pulling her in and picking her up.

She started talking. Rambling off every little detail about her day. From the part about getting to use the new pack of crayons that Dallas had been hiding in his tow-tray, to the part where Stacey sneezed so hard that snot flew out of her face. 

He listened with rapt attention as his partner wearily dragged himself through the door.

Dropping everything in a pile on the floor, briefcase, school backpack, lunchbox, and a selection of groceries. Steve stretched, arching his back with a loud crack.

“Dad...!” she cried out at Steve, “Arizona said, that her mom said, that you shouldn’t pop things inside you because the doctor says... it makes you old faster.” she warned sagely, from Billy’s arms.

Billy smirked, “Best listen to Dr. Knowitall here Stevie or you might shrivel up.” A paired peel of laughter.

Steve hoisted his eyebrows as high as they could possibly go. “Oh ha...ha, you two.”

“Daddy will you come play with me and Buttons?” she looked at him hopefully. She’d been waiting all day to come back to her beloved teddy. 

She and Buttons went on many an adventure. Trips to the park playground with her dads were a particular favorite. With Buttons in tow of course. The city had installed a new play set in the shape of a massive fort with a swaying bridge, and three whole slides!

Billy was about to say ‘yes’ when a rude noise interrupted him. Steve not so subtly clearing his throat. “You need a cough drop, Babe?”

Steve shook his head, eyes motioning downward at their child.

Billy took the cue. “Y’know what Sweetie, Dad and I gotta put the food away first... but after dinner we could go see if Mason is home.”

That was a sufficient compromise. A simple “M’kay!” as Billy put her down, as she ran off towards her room.

Peering down the hall, Billy waited until she was out of sight.

“What the hell’s the problem today?” he asked, picking up a paper sack and sorting the contents onto the counter.

“Your daughter...” Steve began, as Billy rolled his eyes, “was putting notes in her classmates cubbyholes during naptime instead of sleeping.”

Billy shrugged, opening a cupboard, box of Captain Crunch in hand. 

“So what? I’m sure she wasn’t the only kid not asleep...”

Steve rummaged around in the pocket of his dress pants, pulling out a wad of colorful papers, and pinning the stack to Billy’s chest.

Putting the cereal away, Billy took the notes, sifting through pink, blue, orange, brown, white, and yellow tears of ripped construction paper.

“I hat you....?” Billy wondered aloud in amusement. Eyes washing over the familiar, large messy scrawl of his child.

“It’s a long ‘a’...” Steve clarified, “I hate you.”

Billy chuckled. 

“It’s not funny Bills.” Steve put another sack on the countertop.

“Aw c’mon, it’s a little funny...” Billy pushed.

Steve sighed, “It’s not, this is the third time she’s been in trouble in a month... she’s taking after you” he concluded, pulling Rice-a-Roni out and opening the door to the fridge.

“Really?” Billy crossed his arms, hip leaning against the counter. “Because if you ask me this sounds more like something you’d do...” he accused.

Steve’s face flushed, “I never left nasty notes in kids cubbies!” he spluttered, closing the fridge door, hands flying to his hips. The pair unaware a little visitor had entered the kitchen.

“Oh no you’re right!” Billy feigned apology, “You just said it to their faces didn’t you?”

Steve was speechless and Billy knew he was right.

“Well that doesn’t excuse her behavior...” Steve spluttered, trying to save himself.

Billy’s eyes darted to the side, softening before washing over Steve in a triumphant look of superiority.

“When’s dinner?!” an aggressive little voice piped up from Steve’s left.

Looking down, Steve regarded his spitting image. Hands on her hips, toe tapping.

Billy was the epitome of smug. “What was it you were saying about your daughter...?” he tossed at Steve.

[erwinsvow]

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

summary: uncle eren comes to visit.

warnings: step-cest, jealousy, manipulation, hints of verbal/emotional abuse + touch of dubcon to con, reader feels guilty, grinding/dry-humping, overstimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

author's note: part two of sole salvation. i really hope everyone enjoys this! the warnings are just to be on the safe side as i do not want to accidentally trigger anyone, please feel free to message me if you want to ask about something before reading.

tagging @sangwoos-mom & @divine-delight :)

If Zeke didn’t want my interest to get piqued, Eren thinks to himself as he watches you stroll away, off to get him to a fresh cup of lemonade, he should have kept his mouth shut.

When his brother had mentioned his new fiancee had a daughter, Eren had supposed it would be some spoiled, bratty kid. After all, he had met your mother once before, and he didn’t think that kind of a woman could raise someone even remotely well-behaved.

So given that, he was more than pleasantly surprised the first time he met you. It was all a shock, from the almost angelic way you float down the stairs to greet him, your soft skin and sweet smile, to the genuine look in your eyes when you tell him that you’re glad to finally meet him.

He still doesn’t know what Zeke did to deserve you in his life, the taste in his mouth a touch too bitter when he watches the way you look at his brother, even when your mom is in the same room. It’s dreamy, as though there’s no better way to spend your time and nothing better to think about than your step-father.

It’s a little unfair, Eren thinks, that Zeke has a sweet, doting little thing head over heels for him. It’s a little unfair that Zeke waited so long to invite him over, to introduce him to you. Maybe it was brotherly instinct, maybe he knew that once Eren met you, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else, just like it had been for Zeke.

Regardless of what it was, Eren knew one thing for certain. Sibling should always share.

It finally takes an unbearable conversation on the phone with your mother for an excuse, an opportunity to arise. The lie is taking hold in his head and spilling out of his mouth before he can even control it—“Yeah, the pipes burst and it’s just a mess, I called Zeke but his phone’s off- no, really? Just for the weekend, I promise- thank you, I’ll be over soon.”

His bag is packed and cock is twitching at the idea of getting you alone in that house, maybe when Zeke’s locked away in his office and your mother’s out shopping. It’s going to be a hot week, with almost intolerable heat, and he’s positive it’ll have you in revealing clothes (no doubt ones that his brother bought for you) and teensy swimsuits when you go for an afternoon swim.

That’s what he’s thinking of—the image of you soaked to the bone, wet hair and the thin, dripping material of your suit sticking to your skin—when he pulls into your driveway later that day.

It’s almost easy enough to miss the slight wobble in your steps, the way your clothes are just a little too wrinkled for someone that’s been sitting around the house all day.

But Eren notices it, of course, and doesn’t miss the way Zeke practically keeps one eye on you the entire day, no matter who he’s talking to, either.

Maybe if Eren was just a drop stupider, a bit less cunning, you and Zeke could get away with all of it, but he’s not. He thinks it’s his turn to have his fun with you.

Your mother’s even more intolerable than he remembers. He wonders how bad a family dinner could be, but this is much worse than he could have fathomed. It’s a whole host of things, like how she’s oblivious to the affair happening right under her nose and her small comments that have your lips trembling and eyes blinking away tears before they can fall.

Jeez. Eren had initially felt bad for himself, but he’s starting to wonder how you put up with it. Maybe fucking around with Zeke is your own way of getting revenge, payback for every ‘Why do you look so tired, it’s not like you’re the one working all day’ and ‘Don’t you have plans with friends, or are you just gonna bother your parents all day?’

By the time dinner ends, you’ve made your way to the kitchen almost automatically, putting away dishes and wiping counters without even being told, as Zeke gives your mother a cold, hard stare.

“Was all that really necessary?” his brother questions quietly, eyes fuming with anger yet still disguising his true reason for being upset.

“What?” your mother responds innocently, pretending as though she hadn’t said anything wrong. Eren watches the interaction carefully. He thinks it’d be better if he didn’t interject on a married couple’s little spat, but here he goes again, words out before he can control them. They’re spoken a bit louder than they needed to be, but he wants to make sure you hear them over the running water.

“I don’t know, she seems like a good girl to me, no? Maybe you should be easier on her.”

And a few feet away, in the kitchen, your heart skips a beat. Uncle Eren—who you’d only met once and heard about a handful of times, someone who doesn’t owe you anything, someone not even really related to you—defending you?

It was enough to make tears rush to your eyes again, a smile on your face as you rinse off the dishes.

Good girl. The words run through your head again, seemingly on repeat. They’re your two favorite words, enough to pick you up from the dark, sullen headspace you’re in as a result of your mother’s cruel phrases and Zeke’s stinging silence.

Zeke claims it’ll become too obvious, even to your clueless mother, if he always takes your side and speaks up for you, despite how much he wants to, he says. You’re so hopelessly gone, so devoted to him that you don’t think you have it in you to fight for it. The words he says when the two of you are alone, how he makes you feel and spoils you rotten makes up for it, right?

That’s what you’d been telling yourself all this time, but you’re not sure how much longer you can keep the act going. Does he think it’s easy to watch him walk into the bedroom he shares with your mother every night? To watch her kiss him goodbye, hold onto his arm in public, while you trail behind like a lost puppy?

It’s not actually revenge you’re aiming for, when you start greeting Eren in the morning brightly, walking straight on over to him in the living room rather than the kitchen where your step-father is. It’s closer to a plea for attention, like you’re waiting for Zeke to realize you can play at this game too.

Eren’s more than happy to indulge you, spending hours of the day beside you on the couch watching movies, or watering the lawn while you work on your garden, claiming that he just wants to help out around the house as much as he can. His weekend-long visit turns into a week, as the ‘good for nothing contractors are taking their sweet time.’

It’s terribly easy to make you believe every word he’s saying, with you even defending him when Zeke asks how much longer he’s planning on sticking around.

“He’s family,” you had argued valiantly, leaving your step-father with narrowed eyes and a tense jaw as he noticed Eren smiling behind you. For once, your mother had agreed with you, and Zeke was left with no choice.

It’s sunny and warm when Eren’s opportunity, the one he’s been waiting for patiently, appears. Your mother’s gone out again, this time to the salon, there’s that hour of time right after she’s left that you usually treasure, because you know there’s no chance she’ll be on her way back or call home.

It’s usually your favorite time of the day, when you know you can have Zeke all to yourself, and that’s what you’re thinking, when you hesitantly make your way to the door of his office.

Truly, you hadn’t meant to make Zeke angry, you just wanted to be there for Uncle Eren how he was there for you. You were ready to make up and forget about it now, dolled up in a new sundress that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wear yet. Zeke had bought it only weeks ago, before Uncle Eren’s sudden visit, and you thought he might like it if you wore it now.

Your hand has just reached the cool metal of the doorknob, just about to twist when you hear a ringing from inside the room, of Zeke’s phone going off.

You step back, knowing better than to interrupt one of his calls. You’re disheartened a little, mind wondering why he would schedule something when you and he both know this is your hour, your chance to be alone.

You make your way back downstairs, lingering on the last step and thinking about going back up in a few minutes, when Uncle Eren’s voice calls to you from the living room, making you jump a little.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, voice calm and quiet, a contrast to your thudding heart.

“That’s okay, Uncle Eren,” you say, and your head turns back to look in the direction of Zeke’s office inadvertently. “I was just-”

“Waiting for Daddy, huh?” Your lips part a little in surprise, confused by his implication. Though surely, Zeke wouldn’t have told Uncle Eren anything. No, he wouldn’t do that.

Right?

“I-I just needed to ask him something, but I think he’s on the phone with someone,” you say quietly, confused at Eren’s tone, the confidence with which he spoke those words, almost mockingly.

“Oh, yeah. He told me he’s busy all afternoon, something or other about work and a report-” Eren stops himself right when he notices your expression change, looking thoroughly upset that Zeke was busy when you were ripe for the taking. “He didn’t tell you about that?”

Fuel to the fire, maybe a bit too much, but Eren doesn’t care. Not as long as you keep it up, looking like a maimed little prey upon realizing that Daddy was too busy for you.

Yes, Eren was getting much better with the lying. It doesn’t even register to you to question his words, to go back up and double check, that Zeke might, in fact, be waiting for you to knock on his door at this very second.

Your feet find their way to the sofa, slumping down dejectedly, as Eren sits right next to you. It’s the way you two have been sitting for the past week, except he’s ready to take the risk. His hand finds your knee, thumb rubbing the soft skin as you let out a shaky breath, wiping away a stray tear.

“All afternoon?” comes your quiet voice, trembling at the mere notion that Zeke was upset with you. You hadn’t meant to take it this far, hadn’t thought he would be ignoring you just because you disagreed with something he said for the first time.

But your sadness is turning into something different when you look at the hungry, almost predatory way Uncle Eren is looking at you now.

“That’s what he said, sweetheart. Did you two have plans, or something?” It’s coming off nonchalant, or so he hopes, because every bone in his body is excited at the prospect before him, blood rushing to his hardening cock as he catches a glimpse of your exposed skin as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

“N-no, I just… He always spends time with me when mom leaves. I just thought he would be free.”

It’s the sweet, lonely way you’re looking into his eyes, your own doe-like and watery, that tips him over the edge.

“Well, I can keep you company.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, baby. A sweet thing like you shouldn’t be left all alone… it’s not right, well, at least to me.”

“Yeah?” Eren nods his head, line between his lies and the truth blurring suddenly as you inch closer and closer to him.

“I wouldn’t treat you like that, if you were mine, you know-” and he can’t finish his sentence, because your hands are on the collar of his shirt and you’re shifting onto his lap, and your lips are on each other.

It’s stupid, you know, to be so easily guided by a few choice words, putty in virtually anyone’s hands if they say the right things and make you feel seen and heard, but you can’t stop now.

Eren’s tongue is in your mouth, your lips practically glued together as you feel his hands go under the soft cotton of your dress, exploring the supple skin of your thighs. It’s not long before his hands find your ass, squeezing and groping as moan into his mouth.

A sharp slap to your ass makes you yelp, pulling away for just a second before Eren’s hand is on the back of your neck, guiding you into a kiss again. You moan again, louder, when his teeth bite down on your lip just a little bit, when Eren finally pulls away.

“Can’t be too loud, remember, sweetheart? Daddy’s busy upstairs,” he says, somehow knowing exactly what would rile you up. The words act like a little shock running through your system, making you even more eager for Eren’s touch.

“Don’t care-!” you mewl, head going fuzzy when you feel Eren’s hard cock grind against your core, waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You’re still, Eren’s hand coming up to cover your mouth as he continues his rocking movement, making you moan against his hand.

Your eyes roll back when Eren increases his speed, and it’s silly, how the barely-there contact is making you shake, the coil in your stomach tense and unwinding, when Eren stops completely.

You whine loudly, muffled some by his hand, but not entirely, causing Eren to spank you again.

“I thought you were a good girl, hm? Don’t get bratty on me now,” he says, though he thinks it went in one ear and out the other as you come down from your incomplete high.

“I want-I want you, Uncle Eren, now-!” Another whine, another spank. You cry out again, until the fourth slap—which leaves your ass sore already from Eren’s heavy-handedness—silences you.

“Sweetheart, stop misbehaving or you’re not gonna get anything, okay?” he coos, fingers finding your chin and directing your face to look him in the eyes. They’re lust-blown too, and his hardness is still evident underneath your body, but your body’s inclined to follow his rules, despite how badly you want to cum.

“Yes, Uncle Eren,” you say softly, your squirming body finally stopping. Eren’s fingers find their way to the thin straps of your sundress, pulling them until they rest on your shoulder and expose your neck and collar to him.

“Tell me something, baby, did you wear this for me? Or for him?” The very mention of Zeke makes your body stiffen, but you’re still desperate for more and eager to please Uncle Eren.

“For you,” you mumble, wanting to just bury your head in the crook of Eren’s neck and feel him inside you, though you know you won’t get what you want that easily.

“Me? I’m so honored,” he says, letting out a laugh at how your body shakes in anticipation but you stay completely still. He wonders if Zeke had to teach you to be this obedient, or if it just comes to you naturally.

He thinks it’s the latter when he rolls his hips quickly, watching you squirm and bite your lip hard to keep quiet, another rush of pleasure coursing through you, though it’s not nearly enough.

“It’s okay, baby, you’ve been good enough to me, haven’t you?” he asks, and you nod your head quickly. “You deserve to feel good, don’t you?” You nod again and let out a shaky breath when Eren moves your hips with his hands, finally giving you the much-needed pressure on your clit.

“Why don’t you cum for me, baby, just like this? Mmh?” You’re letting out little squeals at each contact, hips moving faster and faster as Eren lays back and lets you use his cock as a toy to grind against. His head falls back at how good it feels, though he won’t let himself cum until he’s inside you.

You’re close again, stomach tensing again and that familiar feeling gathering inside your chest, making you feel warm all over as you speed up.

The breaking point is when Eren’s hands come to your chest, pulling down your dress and exposing your tits to the cool air. His fingers pinch one while his mouth finds the other, and suddenly you can’t keep quiet no matter how hard you try, moans spilling out your mouth as well as repeated cries of Uncle Eren, that sound sweet as sugar to Eren.

It’s when Eren starts bucking his hips up too, that you finally cum, a bolt of pleasure running through your entire body as he keeps going. You’re not entirely sure what kind of noises you’re making—everything seems to be muted and fuzzy as repeated shocks make you shake, Eren’s firm grip on your tits being the only thing that’s grounding you.

When you finally come down, forcing yourself away from Eren’s lap and legs pressed tightly together to calm your oversensitive cunt, there’s a lecherous look in Eren’s eyes. It’s screaming to you, silently, how he’s not done with you yet.

“Aw, baby, look how fast you came just from a little bit of humping. Are you that desperate, bunny? Is Daddy not taking care of you?”

Your face feels like it might be on fire, blood and heat rushing at the same time and burning quickly with shame at the realization that Eren knew all along, that he’s been playing this little game with you since his arrival and you never, not once, had the upper hand.

He feels more predatory than ever before, spreading your legs despite how your legs ache and your core is burning—even if you wanted more, you don’t think you could take it—but it doesn’t seem like Eren cares.

“U-uncle Eren, we shouldn’t- h-he might-” you start, but are cut off as Eren presses a finger to your lips.

“Sweetheart, isn’t that a little unfair? If you get to cum, and I don’t? Be a good girl and spread for me,” he says, and you feel your body comply automatically.

Your back’s on the couch now, Eren hovering over you. All it would take is a few steps in this direction after coming down the stairs for someone to find you, but you can hardly care when Eren’s shoving your dress up, exposing your panties and shoving them to the side, your wetness on display for him.

“One day, baby, when Daddy’s not here, I’m gonna fuck you stupid with my tongue—just not today,” and the words go straight to your head. Your heart thuds uncomfortably in your chest every time he mentions Zeke, a sense of guilt washing over you and replacing the pleasure you feel, but you forget all about it when you see Eren undos his pants and take out his hardened cock.

It’s plainly wrong to compare it to Zeke’s, and though it might not be longer, it’s definitely thicker, not as pretty but covered in throbbing veins that you can’t even imagine feeling inside you.

Eren’s about to grant your wish, running his cockhead over your sensitive clit once, twice, and just as you're expecting a third, he pushes inside of you.

A strangled, loud moan escapes your lips before he can cover your mouth again. It’s agonizing, not being able to make a sound as your step-uncle fucks you into the couch, movements picking up and a steady pace filling the room with obscene noises. You can’t see where the two of you are connected, since your eyes are locked with Eren’s pretty green ones, but you know you’re making a mess.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, every thrust stretching you out, you think he’s ruined your cunt for anyone else—but that’s exactly what he wants.

It’s silent, save for the heavy patter of Eren’s balls against your ass with each thrust, the sound of his hips knocking with yours. He’s trying to keep his grunts silent, but it’s getting harder and harder with the way you’re clenching around him, so tight and wet and soft, he wonders what his brother did to deserve someone like you—he wonders why he doesn’t spend every minute inside you.

Your sensitive cunt tightens around him, knowing only another few strokes and grazes on your clit will be enough to tip you into your second orgasm. Your shaky hand finds Eren’s, pulling his wrist away from your face and meeting his lips again, releasing muffled moans into his mouth.

You know he’s close too, from the way his pace picks up, and you pull away just for a second, just to say three words.

“Please, Uncle Eren.”

And it’s enough to make his hips stutter, enough to uncoil the knot in your tense stomach and have your orgasm washing over you, as you feel Eren fill your cunt with his hot cum. Your lips are on each other, the lewd squelching of his slowing thrusts matching the small squeaks you release, until he finally pulls out and your panties snap back over your leaking cunt.

It’s hard to catch your breath, from your position laying down, feeling your tight hole throb and Eren’s cum spill out, probably onto the sofa seat. You adjust the top of your dress, covering your tits and pulling one strap up. When you’re fixing the skirt, you feel Eren’s hands pull the other strap onto your shoulder, hands lingering on your exposed skin.

You shy away from looking at him, despite how his cum is still inside you. It feels too intimate, almost, because a part of you thinks you were taken advantage of, and another part of you doesn’t ever want Eren to leave you.

Eren’s fingers find your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze. You blink quickly, licking your swollen lips and biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

Neither of you speak, though you know what’s lingering in the air. You can tell he’s gotten what he wanted, and he’s going to leave, and yet you can’t stop yourself from speaking first, throat scratchy and dry and your words nothing more than a whisper.

“C-can I… did you- did you mean all those things you said? Before?”

And suddenly Eren understands everything, why you’re this way, why you need to be validated so badly, why his brother’s such a good match for you. He thinks he’d sacrifice anything too, like his marriage and a new life, just to make you happy.

“Of course I did, sweetheart. I meant every word of it.”

“Really?” There’s a soft smile on your lips, your eyes watery and he thinks it doesn’t have anything to do with how hard he fucked you.

“Yeah, I-”

“Well, what do we have here?” Zeke’s voice comes from behind you.

[justthehiddleswrites]

French Toast | Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader

A/N: Another request! This was from @needmorereading​  some dad!Tom content? Fluffy or smutty it's really up to you, maybe some pregnancy fluff? I went pure fluff.  oh and special shoutout to @lokifae42​ for helping with some details in this story.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader (But really it is more about Tom and his child.)

Summary:  Tom wakes early one morning to make breakfast and gets a little helper.

Warnings:  Excessive fluff, mentions of pregnancy.

AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT AND FOR READING, TAGLISTS REMAIN OPEN! LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED!

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Tom slipped out of bed early that morning, making sure his alarm was off so you could sleep. You needed the sleep having worked hard this whole week. His feet padded against the hardwood floor as he made his way to their newly renovated kitchen.

“What to make? What to make?” Tom muttered to himself as he stood in front of the open fridge.

“Fwench toast!” A tiny, squeaky voice called out from the hallway. 

Tom smiled as a little girl with brown curls toddled into the kitchen. Her curls smooshed against the side of her head and tucked under her arm was her beloved arctic fox plushie, Tom picked up last time shooting on location.

“There’s my Maddie bug!” Tom leaned down to scoop her up into his arms. He kissed both of her cheeks. “Want to help make breakfast with Daddy?”

Maddie nodded her head. “Fwench toast!” she repeated, her little arm shooting up into the air as she made a triumphant fist. 

Tom chuckled as he placed her on the floor. “French Toast it is. Go grab your stool, darling.” He watched as Maddie toddled towards her stool and then turned to grab milk and eggs from the fridge. 

“Weady!!” Tom whipped around to find Maddie next to the stove, wearing her apron. 

“Indeed, you are, little chef.” He kissed the top of her head. “Can you grab the bread for me?” He pointed to a loaf on the counter as he turned the hob on and placed a frying pan on it. 

With an outstretched arm, Maddie reached for the bread, just missing it. She crawled onto the counter and snagged the bread. 

“You are as bad as your mother, darling.” Tom chuckled. “Climbing on the counters. Do you I put things in places you can’t reach?” He cracked several eggs into a bowl along with milk.

Maddie nodded her head. “No, no, Daddy. Bad daddy.” Her face fell into a pout that was the spitting image of her mother.

“You should tell your mum later. She’ll have to punish me.” He grabbed the spices. “Cinnamon.” He handed her the jar. 

Maddie opened the jar and stuck her nose into it, leading to her sneezing, sending a cloud of cinnamon onto Tom’s shirt. 

“Madison Hiddleston!” Tom’s face pinched into mock anger. “You did that on purpose!” 

Maddie giggled at first before turning serious, hands on her hips. “Did not!”

“Did too!” 

“DID NOT!” She stomped her foot. “Apologize!” 

Tom scoffed before wrapping his arms around his daughter. “I’m sorry, Maddie bug. Now let’s make breakfast.”

She smiled and giggled as Tom’s beard tickled her neck. “No beard, Daddy!”

“You are one of the few people who would say that.” He soaked the bread in the mixture after Madison added the cinnamon and before long there was a plate piled high with slices of French toast. Tom cooked up some eggs and bacon while Maddie ate the first slices, sitting on the counter. Tom hopped up beside her, his own plate in hand. 

“I thought we agreed no sitting on the counter.” You grumbled as you stepped into the kitchen, half smiling. You rubbed your hands over your swollen belly, nearing 7 months later that month. 

Tom’s smile fell as he slid off the counter, holding his plate. “It was Madison’s idea.” He pointed at her, winking at you.

“WAS NOT! HE’S LYING, MUMMY!” Maddie pouted, not seeing the wink.

You marched up to Tom and jabbed a finger in his face, belly bumping him. “You lying about this poor sweet innocent girl luring you into breaking the rules, Hiddleston?” 

Maddie smiled a wide, toothy grin, two of her teeth missing. 

Tom pretended to consider his options but hanging his head, checking to make sure Madison was watching. “I was, darling. It was my idea. I was a naughty pea.” 

Maddie’s giggle was the perfect reward. You playfully swatted at Tom’s ass, only to have him scoot out of the way. You placed your hands on your hips. 

“You’ll pay for that!” You went to do it again. Tom scooped up Maddie, chuckling. 

“You wouldn’t hit a man holding your only child, would you? Not your precious daughter?”

Maddie giggled uncontrollably in Tom’s embrace. You stepped towards him. “Don’t be so sure, Hiddleston. She is your partner in crime.”

Tom placed Maddie on the floor. “Run, darling, she’ll never catch us. TO THE PLAY ROOM!!” And he took off down the hallway with Maddie toddled behind him, but not before grabbing her plushie.

“Wait for me, Daddy!” 

You shook your head as you heard screams of delight and giggles from down the hall. 

“Don’t be like them. They set such a poor example.” You said to your belly, rubbing it while fixing yourself a plate of French toast. There was a small kick to your ribs in response.

“Traitors, all of you.” you mused, eating some bacon.

[earlgreydream]

brat.

| Bucky Barnes x reader | smut |

warnings: smut, mild degradation (not meant seriously), spanking, dom/sub dynamic, general chaos

a/n: I can’t deal with the pressure of my life, I need James Buchanan Barnes to make me let it go

Bucky had been agitated since you had sent him naughty photos of yourself while he was in the middle of a meeting. He had glanced at his phone and immediately turned it face down and continued speaking. After the meeting, he sat at his desk, looking at the photos you’d sent. His favorite was one where you had your tits out, wearing just little black panties, along with a black ribbon tied around your neck.

He’d originally been the one to tie the ribbon around your neck, about a year ago. He’d hooked his fingers in the satin and dragged you forward like it was a collar, making you blush and shy.

Now, you wore the ribbon around your neck whenever you were in the particular mood for Bucky to make you feel owned.

You were always under constant stress and pressure to perform well, having to control and manage everything, both at work and school. The only place where you could let it go, relinquish all control, was in the bedroom with Bucky... or on the kitchen counters, the bathroom of a club, his desk at work, and anywhere else he could get his hands on you.

When you were alone with Bucky, you became playful, soft, and sweet, and it turned him on to no end. Bucky truly thought you were the most gorgeous and hottest girl in the universe, and he practically worshipped you.

That is, except when you were being a needy brat, like today. Sending him naughty photos at work (unprompted) was strictly against your rules, and you knew you played a dangerous game with him. Bucky wasn’t one to play around when it came to testing the boundaries.

Secretly, that was why you did it. You wanted Bucky riled up, to come home and be rough with you. You wanted him hard and unrelenting, to have you screaming and writhing for him. You were tense from your stressful week, and he was too, and there was no better solution in your mind to release that built up tension.

He shut off his phone as his boss walked in, asking him about a project, and Bucky struggled to focus on what he was being told, too distracted by the image of your soft tits swirling in his mind.

“Thanks, Barnes.”

“Yeah, sure.” He called back half-heartedly, picking his phone back up once he was alone.

~you’re going to fucking regret that, baby~

~I doubt it. X~

He was practically seething at your response, ideas of how to get you in line already forming. He was fed up with your bratty attitude, and his annoyance just built over the course of the afternoon.

When he was finally finished with work, he drove home faster than normal. The door smacked loudly against the wall when he entered, alerting you he was mad. Your heart jumped in your chest, and you felt a pang of regret at your insolence.

“Y/N!” Bucky’s voice echoed, and you nervously walked down the hallway in one of his oversized button downs.

He stopped for a moment, taking in the sight of you. You looked small and meek, innocent in his big shirt. Ribbon was tied around the base of your neck, and your eyes were shining as you gazed up at him.

“Hi, daddy”

He almost melted at the sweet sound of your voice, at the utter innocence you seemed to hold. He dropped his keys in the dish by the door, snapping out of it. He stared at you with a hard gaze, entirely unamused by your earlier behavior. You sank into yourself, taking a step back. He stepped forward, and you continued until he had backed you against the wall outside of your guest bedroom at the end of the hall.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Bucky asked you, waiting for an apology.

I’m sorry daddy, is what you should have said, attempting to win over the last bit of forgiveness he was willing to give you. Instead, you decided to dig yourself into deeper trouble, unable to resist the temptation to goad him by being a brat.

“I could’ve gotten myself off in the time it took you to get home, maybe even more than-” you didn’t even get to finish your sentence before he was on you.

He hooked his fingers into the ribbon, jerking your small body against his. His silver eyes blazed, threatening you to struggle.

“Do you think you’re fucking funny?” He growled, and you stared back at him, suppressing your fear.

“A little, actually.”

That did it.

“Get on your fucking knees, you insolent brat!” He snapped, jerking you downwards so you were kneeling in front of him.

Your knees bit into the hardwood floor, and the ribbon left a faint red ring around your neck from him dragging you by it. His hand went up your neck to your cheek, and you flinched as he sharply tapped your face. It wasn’t enough to be a slap, Bucky would never hit you in a way you didn’t like, but the sharp smack made arousal drip from your core.

You wanted him to run his fingers through your hair to guide you, like he did when he was feeling softer, but you knew that you’d pushed him too far to receive any sort of help.

He grabbed your jaw and forced your mouth open before burying himself in your throat. He did it in one quick movement that had you gagging, choking on his length. Bucky didn’t care about your fight to breathe, snapping his hips at a brutal pace, stretching your throat. You did your best to open for him, but tears slid down your cheeks from your lack of oxygen.

“Y/N, look at you, letting me fuck your throat like a little whore.” His words dripped with condescension and you looked up at him with glassy eyes.

You moaned around him, sending vibrations that pushed him closer to the edge.

“You’re going to swallow, got it?” He ordered and you made a noise of approval, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth. He came in thick spurts, his cock deep in your throat. You swallowed his seed as well as possible, gasping as he pulled out of you. You lost your balance and put a hand on his thigh to steady you. He stepped back, letting you fall forward, barely catching yourself.

You whined in protest, and he grabbed you by the hair and jerked your head back to look up at him. Your chest was heaving as you drew in oxygen, your face was sticky with tears, and your mouth was salty with his taste.

"You look so pretty on your knees for me," Bucky's tone was mocking, a slight Russian accent hanging off his words, a silent threat hanging in the air.

"I did so good, sucking you off like you wanted-" you were about to ask if he'd take care of you now, and he just let out a short laugh.

"You think you're getting off?" He spoke as if it were completely ridiculous.

"Yes?" You tried, and he shook his head.

"Then you shouldn't have been such a little brat. Brats don't get to come."

"But daddy-!" You whined in protest.

Your mouth snapped shut when he dragged you up to your feet and tore his button down off of you. You shivered in the cold air, and his fingers hooked into your panties, pulling them down your legs.

"You're fucking soaked, Y/N. Is this just from sucking me off?" He embarrassed you.

"Y/N!" He snapped when you didn't answer, fed up with your disobedience.

"Yes," you breathed, blinking back fresh tears of anxiety.

"I'll give you something to cry about." He threatened and you bit your lip, knowing it wasn't an empty threat.

"Safeword?" he asked, making sure you were able to communicate with him if it was too much.

"Falcon," you answered obediently and he nodded. He took your wrists in his hands, noticing the way your hands were trembling. He kissed your smooth skin, though his gaze didn't soften.

"On the bed. Now." He pointed, and you bent over the edge of the bed, your ass on display for him. You hid your face in your arms, hiding the embarrassment visible on your cheeks from being so exposed.

A shaky whine escaped as you heard his belt snap, fear prickling up your spine. He watched you squirm on the bed. He knew you hated being smacked with the belt, and he leaned against the wall, watching you nearly lose your mind in anticipation. He was curious to see if you'd continue the bratty behavior, or if this was what would finally cause you to break, and his fingers twitched as he ached to turn your ass pink.

As soon as the tension began to leave your body, and you settled on the mattress, he landed the first blow with the leather on your ass. You screamed both from shock, and the welcome pain that blossomed across your skin.

His dark laughter echoed in your guest bedroom, and chills made your body shudder. You were getting what you wanted, this had been your goal from the beginning. You also knew that you were completely safe, that Bucky loved you dearly, and this was just a bedroom scene, not meant to truly hurt you. Despite both of those facts, the fear was very much real. Bucky was incredibly intimidating, especially when he was mad.

"Four more, alright?"

"Yes, daddy."

Dry sobs burned your throat as he spanked you quickly, leaving pink stripes across your fair skin, but light enough they'd disappear by morning. It was more psychological than physical, and it was causing you to nearly shake with arousal. It was dripping down your legs, and Bucky noticed, adding to the shame of just being spanked. He took a step toward you, squeezing your ass in his large hands, making you whimper in discomfort. He slapped your skin, and you struggled to contain your pained yelps. It wasn’t near as bad as the belt, but the sting spread through your skin as he continued your punishment. 

You sighed in relief when he finally finished, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling you up so your back was against his chest. He gave your throat a squeeze, making your eyes roll back. He kissed your shoulder before biting down into your smooth skin. You squirmed in his grip, mewling softly. 

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, looking up and meeting his gaze. 

“I know you are, baby,” He kissed your mouth for the first time, and you melted into his hold, ignoring your soreness. 

“Hands and knees for me, doll.” 

He released his grip on you, lightly tapping your thigh to get you to climb up on the bed. You moved onto the bed, but your arms were unsteady, so you dropped down to your elbows, letting your back arch.

“Can’t hold myself up,” you murmured apologetically, not wanting him to think that you were being bratty. He kissed your bum, and you sighed quietly at the tender action. 

“I want to come, daddy,” you begged, hoping he had softened.

“I’m sure you do.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing that you weren’t going to get what you want. Bucky’s hands wrapped around your hips, holding you steady as he stood behind you. You squirmed as he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, a choked noise leaving your throat as he brushed your clit. You were on edge, but you knew if you spilled over, he would spank you until you were bleeding.

He noticed the shudder it caused, and his voice came deep and threatening. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.” 

“I won’t!” you promised, wanting to be good for him. 

“Better not.” 

He thrusted forward, rolling his hips until he was buried all the way in you, making you yell and grip the sheets in front of you. The stretch burned, your body never quite getting used to his size. Usually he eased into you, but he clearly didn’t care about your pleasure right now. 

He began to snap his hips against yours, using your body to chase his own release. His hands slipped off of your hips and snaked around to your front, going up to your breasts. He squeezed roughly and pinched your nipples, pulling them between his fingers, making your vision spark. You shrieked at the sensation, and you tightened around him. You held back your orgasm, fighting against the urge to release. 

“Your cunt feels so good around me, doll. If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to lose my mind,” Bucky murmured, his words getting lost in your mind.

You tightened around him purposely, feeling him twitch before painting your insides with his release. He groaned deeply, continuing with shallow thrusts as he emptied himself into your heat. When he pulled out, he stared at your swollen sex, his release dripping out, and down your thighs. You screamed as he slapped the sensitive area, arching your back. You whimpered out a beg to ease up on you, and he moved you to lay on your back. You were barely there, whimpering out apologies pathetically, and he kissed a line from your belly up to your lips.

“You’re forgiven, doll.” He said, kissing you sweetly.

“Please, I’ll be so good.” You were desperate, throbbing around nothing, and you wanted to release the tension your body held so bad.

Bucky watched you beg, almost inclined to put his head back between your legs.

“Fine.” He sat on the bed, pulling you to straddle his thigh. You looked at him in confusion as he held your hips down.

“You can ride my thigh and get off that way, or you can quit complaining.”

Your eyes widened, and your face burned in humiliation. You hesitated for a moment before giving into your needs, rolling your hips and dragging your core over his thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut, burying your face in his shoulder as he quietly mocked you and how desperate you were. Your thighs started to shake, and he bounced his leg, making you come with a scream as you bit down lightly on his shoulder. 

“Daddy, no,” you complained as his hand snaked down to pinch your clit, sending shocks through you.

“Watch your mouth.” He ordered, grabbing your jaw in his free hand, disapproving of your protests. He overstimulated you, turning your pleasure into torture. You struggled to catch your breath as you writhed on his lap, begging him to let you ease up. You swore at him, and he smacked your already stinging core. You yelped at the pain, letting him have his way, too exhausted to protest further. 

You could’ve cried again as he finally eased up, deciding you had adequately paid for your misbehavior. After, he spent the entire evening showering you with attention, showing his soft side and loving on you.

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s half Demon, and they look AWFULLY familiar...

‘Kay guys, I got a different kind of stupid Headcanon to throw at you. Get ready!

Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Part 2.5 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

*ahem* picture if you will, it’s the day the exchange program is set to start. The student council (nix Mr. Kill All Humans, Weeb-supreme, and our Scummy Sweetheart) have assembled to welcome the new human student. All is going according to schedule, the portal opens up at eight am sharp, they hear the pitiful screams of the selected human who was not given a heads up about the whole thing, and the poor little human falls straight onto the marble floor.

There’s something a tad... off about this human don’t you think? After they’ve peeled their sorry ass off the floor they observed the assembled student council with an air of sophistication and self importance that no one expected. Their posture was perfect, their eyes sharp and calculating... they bared a striking resemblance to-

“Lucifer,” Diavolo looked to his right hand man, then back to the human. “The human kind of looks like you!”

And out popped four pitch black wings from the human’s back and two small horns out of the sides of their head, one horn was a bit bigger than the other. They even still had some of their down feathers! How cute!

((Content warning: Swearing (I have a potty mouth, forgive me), but that’s it.))

Luci-dad

So, the MC is Lucifer’s kid! Of course Mr. Prideypants immediately tries to recall exactly what little romp in the human world uh... spawned this half-human half-demon child of his. Good thing MC’s got the other parent on speed-dial.

“Please note, MC,” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose upon hearing Asmo take even more pictures of his newly discovered hellspawn. “I was not aware of your existence, if I was I’d-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not upset.”

Lucifer blinked a few times in surprise. “P...pardon? You aren’t upset?”

“No, my parent told me that my father was a high ranking demon, and they bare no ill will against you. Though, I am looking forward to this whole... exchange program thing.”

Oh wow, that was easier than Lucifer thought. Damn. Well, he was a father... (let’s be real, he’s been parenting his brothers for thousands of years, and a good chunk of you sinners call him daddy)

MC is probably the most protected student at RAD, despite the fact that they have no visible security detail whatsoever. They didn’t want to be seen as... weak and pathetic.

Something about this human just... set the lesser demons on edge. Any talk of eating them was stamped out on the first day when they walked by. It’s like Lucifer himself was staring at them, daring the demons to try and bother the human. MC’s powerful presence kept them protected and feared.

...at least until dear uncle Asmo decided to do their hair one morning. All those ribbons may have looked adorable but they kind of ruined the intimidation factor.

MC loved to mess with the other students, keeping their lineage a secret for the first little while just made it so much funnier when the other demons tried to scramble out of MC’s way without looking like they were running from the ‘weak little human exchange student’.

Oh wow, what a sadist. Like father like child

Flying lessons are a must. Poor MC isn’t terribly good at controlling their wings, and their horns are still growing in so when they pop into their demon form the first thing they get is a sore skull. Ow... it sucks that Lucifer isn’t outwardly very sympathetic.

“Ow!” MC crashed face first into the grass in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. “Father! My wings are cramping! Can’t we practice this tomorrow?”

The sight of seeing his dear child crash face first into the ground had lost its hilarity after the first three times. Lucifer slowly lowered himself to the ground and crossed his arms as he stood over his incredibly grass-stained kid.

“MC, we’ve been ‘practicing this tomorrow’ for the past month. If you want to learn to fly you’re going to have to actually manage to stay in the air for more than three minutes.”

MC shot Lucifer a withering glare that only preteens were capable of, Lucifer matched it with his own much more sophisticated glare.

“You’ve been flying for over a thousand years! Don’t you have any tips that can actually help other than ‘don’t panic, you’ll look ridiculous’?”

Lucifer dragged a gloved hand down his face and looked around, the two were alone as far as he could see.

“MC,” Lucifer began. “When I was a young angel, I needed to learn how to fly with someone else.”

MC perked up. “Who?”

“Michael. The smug bastard picked up flying quicker than I did.”

“What’d you do?!”

Lucifer smiled at his child’s intense investment. “I practiced flying every day for five extra hours until I could do everything that Michael could do, just better.”

MC’s starry eyed interest died almost instantly upon hearing about the extra five hours of practice. “Humph, I bet I could outfly younger you and Michael with only two hours of practice a day.”

“Really now?”

“Yes! Watch!” MC shook off their wings and took off in a running start before shakily making it into the air. Their form was decent enough, and they weren’t shaking as much as the previous attempts. “SEE?!”

“Yes MC,” Lucifer smiled. “I can see.”

You know what else Lucifer could see? MC crashing right into a tree.

“Ouch...”

Okay... maybe they could halt practice a little early and order a treat from Madame Scream’s. A little sugar to refuel is needed when the end goal is crushing a mutual rival beneath their heels. Just some good old fashioned father/child bonding time!

MC has a smaller seat right next to Lucifer’s seat in the Assembly Hall. I will not compromise on this one.

For all your fluff needs, I give you: Lucifer teaching MC how to play the piano. He has a proud little smile on his face when his kid finally starts getting it. That’s all. Enjoy the image.

That one Uncle who gives you Alcohol at Family Gatherings (Mammon)

Yeah, when Mammon burst in late to the party and whining about everyone’s spamming him with texts to haul his scummy ass to the Assembly Hall, the last thing he expected was to see a mini-Lucifer.

“What the fuck am I lookin’ at?!”

The glare the two Lucifers gave the poor Avatar of Greed was enough to make him want to turn tail (uh, wing) and book it down the hall.

“Mammon, this is MC. They’re my child.”

“Hello.”

“...whaaaa..?” Mammon looked between the two, same glare, same intimidating aura, same annoyingly good posture.

Mammon scratched the back of his neck and looked over at his older brother. “Do I uh... still gotta babysit em’ if they’re not human?”

“The lake of Cocytus will melt the day I let you babysit without supervision.” Lucifer grumbled.

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

Despite Lucifer’s initial denial, Mammon and MC ended up spending a lot of time hanging out when Lucifer was busy with paperwork. Of course Mammon’s first thought was ‘how do I profit off this situation?’

MC is now Mammon’s designated babysitter after they caught him picking up their feathers that had fallen off with the intention of painting them white and claiming they were Lucifer’s from back in the Celestial Realm.

Mammon does end up spoiling MC a little. Just a smidge. They’re the kid of his totally not his favourite brother after all! How could he not? Whether or not these gifts are obtained legally or are legal at all is subject to scrutiny.

“Mammon, I can’t drink this!” MC placed the bottle of Demonus back on the counter of the kitchen.

“Why not? That’s a bottle of the good stuff! We gotta celebrate you gettin’ an A on that test somehow!”

“I’m underage! Incredibly underage. I’m not legally allowed to drink.”

Mammon wordlessly plopped a silly straw into the bottle. “...does that help?”

“No.” MC then inclined their head to the bottle. “And I don’t want to get hung from the ceiling, that bottle was in my father’s study yesterday, I’m above theft.”

“How old are you s’posed to be anyway? Never mind... uh...” Mammon wracked his brain for something else he could do for MC that didn’t cost anything (don’t judge him, the poor bastard was flat broke!). “I could... teach you to drive!”

“Driving?”

“Yeah! Drivin’ is awesome! We can take my car!”

The bills for the damages done to the car and the Devildom were mailed to Lucifer the next day, and MC and Mammon got to keep each other company as they hung from the ceiling. Ah well! At least MC wasn’t upside down!

Mammon wasn’t that good of a flight teacher either, he also crashed into a tree (the same tree MC crashed into, actually) when he was cheering for MC. They were finally able to do a loopdy loop! He was proud and distracted! Okay?! Lucifer! Stop smirkin’ at him! It’s not that funny!

At least the vantage point from the tree was decent and the branches didn’t scratch him up too badly. Oh hey... that person walking by was wearing a very nice watch... he’d be right back-

That Uncle That is Always Absent From Family Gatherings and When He is Present He Leaves Early (Levi)

He missed everything. That is not an exaggeration. He was in the middle of an online raid battle and couldn’t look at his phone! No Lucifer he can’t pause an online game! That’s not how it works!

Okay, the human exchange student is half demon? WOAH! THAT’S JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME- W A I T. THE LITTLE NORMIE IS LUCIFER’S KID?!

Okie doke, he was fully convinced that MC just had to be an anime protagonist.

They binged every series that Levi compared them to. Sure MC might have missed a few assignments because of late night anime binges, but they were too good for this school crap anyway, right?

Nope. Lucifer put a ban on the two watching anime until both their grades improved. Surviving that hell brought the two together.

“Ugh!”

The sound of a pencil case being haphazardly thrown across the room made Levi peek out of his bed-tub. If his figurines got knocked over so HELP HIM-

“This is stupid!!I shouldn’t have to catch up with this!” MC crossed their arms and gave their Demonology textbook their best disapproving glare.

Lucifer Lite (tm) was having a hell of a time trying to claw through their missed work, and Levi sympathized, he really did, it’s just... he was playing Animal Crossing-

Levi paused the game to placate his anime-buddy when their wings popped out and he feared for his rare merch’s safety.

“H-hey, MC? Do you need help?” Levi’s offer was met with a bone chilling glare that lived rent free in his nightmares ever since. He had pulled a Mammon and forgotten he was talking to Lucifer’s child. Lucifer’s allergy to help must have passed down to MC.

“No! I don’t! It’s just... dumb!” MC hissed, she turned and looked over at the fish tank. “Right Henry 2.0?”

Henry 2.0 did not respond.

“MC, you need to finish your homework or we can’t watch anything together,” Levi sighed, he had finished his work over an hour earlier. He had mastered the art of all night anime binges and managing to do most of his work in the fifteen minutes between the time he woke up and the time school was supposed to begin. “We haven’t even binged all of volume 4 of TSL yet!”

“Mmm...” MC grumbled. “Fine...”

MC picked up their pencil case and began continued their work. Levi breathed a sigh of relief and went back to Animal Crossing.

The tiny normie did in fact finish their work, only after they caved and asked Levi for help. Swore him to secrecy, they did... very intimidating, they were.

Just saying, he most definitely sent that one Keanu Reeves meme with big Keanu and little Keanu but with Lucifer and MC to the wrong group chat. Poor bastard.

Flying lessons? No. Levi hadn’t flown since his time in the Celestial Realm, he had no advice to give other than: “Flap your wings!”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M DOING YOU-”

MC didn’t get to finish that thought, they lost their balance and fell right into RAD’s fountain. Ah well, Levi had a head start on running for his life that he squandered by laughing at MC. RIP.

The Uncle/brother/whatever the fuck that Starts a Fight With Your Dad at the Family Reunion. (Satan)

Oh... another Lucifer? Eugh. Gross.

Satan gave the kid a wide berth when they first met. Everything the kid said or did ticked him off. “Tsk. Look at MC. Making an omelette. So annoying.” “Oh wow, MC vacuumed? Roll out the red carpet, we need to celebrate their existence!” “Look at them. Breathing. Disgusting.”

MC’s pride wouldn’t ever let them admit it but... they knew Satan didn’t like them, and it hurt their feelings.

“Shhhh,” Satan whispered into his backpack.

“Meow.” The backpack replied.

“I said shhhhh.”

The backpack did not reply after that, which was a good thing considering the little princet of the HOL was nearby.

“Satan?” They asked. “Who are you talking to?”

Satan coldly brushed past them as he made his way to his room. “No one you need to concern yourself with.”

When the little calico kitten was safe in his room, Satan quickly realized a mistake in his foolproof ‘sneak a cat into the house’ plan. He didn’t have any toys for the kitten, and he didn’t want his books getting scratched...

It was alright, he’d just rush out to the a store that sold cat things and rush back! Five minute trip tops!

Well when Satan got back the cat was no longer in the room. Oh dear. He discreetly tore apart the house looking for the poor little thing until he ended up finding it in the library, happily chasing around a loose feather being held up by MC.

“Oh, hello Satan.” MC chirped as the kitten batted it’s adorable little paws at the feather.

“My... my door was closed. Did you let the cat out?”

MC shrugged. “I heard meowing.”

Satan ran a hand through his hair and grumbled. Stupid smaller Lucifer. Stupid original Lucifer. Everyone sucked.

“Let me guess, you’re going to run to Lucifer and tell him all about the meowing and the rule breaking.”

MC shook their head and glared at Satan. “Of course not. I’ve already gotten way too attached to this little guy anyway. We’re co-parenting this kitten like mature adults.”

With some coaxing, Satan did sit down and play with the kitten, maybe MC wasn’t... so terrible.

The two watch Unsolved Mysteries together, that’s their show. “This guy did it.” “Satan, we’re two minutes into the episode-” “Trust me.”

Thirty minutes later.

“He did it.” “See MC, what’d I tell you?”

Lucifer did find out about the cat, but with enough pleading, MC and Satan managed to warm up the cold spot in Lucifer’s chest where his heart should have been. The cat’s name is Detective Toe Beans (or just Bean).

Satan can’t fly, he has a tail, but he did read up on wing anatomy and how flight actually works in demons, his advice would be good in theory, but it’s full of so much technical jargon that MC can’t understand it.

At least MC didn’t crash into something, they barrel rolled through one of the HOL’s windows. Good thing it was the window to their room. The broken arm still hurt like hell.

The Best Dressed Bitch Who Brings The Booze to The Reunion. (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Lucifer’s kid was SO CUTE! A thousand pictures commemorating that adorable moment needed to be taken! Wait- Lucifer- GIVE BACK THE PHONE-

Asmo, surprise surprise, absolutely adores little MC! So cute! So small! He was just so excited to announce to all his Devilgram followers that Lucifer was finally a certified DILF.

That post disappeared five minutes after it was made but the damage had already been done.

Asmo made sure MC looked their best at all times, if they needed help talking to anyone? Asmo’s got their back!

Sure, maybe he’s a little pushy, but pushy’s a good thing sometimes, right?

“Asmodeus-”

“No, these shoes wouldn’t fit you...”

“Asmo-”

“No, not these ones either...”

“ASMODEUS.”

Asmo squeaked and jumped upwards, Geez Louise... little MC’s voice could sure be scary when they wanted it to be...

“I don’t need any fancy new shoes.” MC huffed, sitting up straighter in one of the chairs in Asmo’s room. “I thought this was supposed to be a sleepover.”

“Hmmm...” Asmo pouted. “Makeovers are an essential part of sleepovers... what’d you do with your human friends up in the human world that could possibly be better than a make-over?!”

MC began to list things off. “Ordered junk food, talked about people we hated, watched movies,”

“Greasy food is so bad for your skin...” Asmo cringed and shook his head violently. “But I’m totally down to watch a movie and bitch about people I hate!”

“Ah yes, human sleepovers, a tradition I never quite had the chance to enjoy.” Solomon said from Asmo’s bed. “Who are we bitching about?”

“Remind me what Solomon is doing here.” MC muttered as they sat down in front of Asmo’s TV.

“Because, I wanted to hang out with my two favourite humans.” Asmo cooed, reaching over and trying to pinch MC’s cheek, which they awkwardly dodged.

“Can we watch The Exorcist?” Solomon asked, propping his head up with his hands.

“Ew, no.” Asmo made a face at him. “That scene with the vomit? Hell NO.”

“Mm.” MC mumbled. Asmo turned to look at them.

“MC? Are you doing okay? You don’t look like you’re having any fun...”

“I’m fine.” MC grumbled.

Asmo pursed his lips, as much as it made his little narcissistic heart break, he nudged MC. “Why don’t you pick the movie, sweetie. I’m sure Solomon and I will like anything you pick!”

MC noticeably brightened. “Let’s watch Scream!”

The strangled noise that came from Asmo was... concerning, but to his credit, The Avatar of Lust held his tongue about his distaste for the movie, and the three slumber-party goers had quite the lovely time.

After the movie ended, MC went back to their room, sure it was a sleepover but their bed was right down the hall.

Good for Asmo and Solomon. Horny fuckers. We stan.

Asmo just claps and tries to cheer MC on when it comes to their flying lessons. (The idea that Asmo came up with to wear his cheerleader costume from the previous Halloween was immediately shot down by Lucifer)

“You’re doing wonderful, MC- WATCH OUT FOR THE POWER LINE!”

MC didn’t hit the power line, but Asmo’s scream of terror caused them to fall butt-first into a dumpster. Their injured tailbone served as a tragic memory of the incident.

Oh well, good thing Asmo had nice smelling soap to give that could mask dumpster-stink.

The Uncle that eats everything and tells you to eat your veggies while you angrily pick at your broccoli at the kid’s table. (Beel)

Lucifer... has a kid?! Beel choked on the cheetos he had snuck into the Assembly Hall when the kid’s wings popped out.

Oh wow, that’s nice :) maybe they can eat together. Belphie would probably like them.

Wait what is the gender neutral term for Niece or Nephew?

...Nibling? Uh... let’s not say that around Beel. We don’t need him to get hungrier and begin associating MC with nibbling on things.

The Underground Tomb incident probably went a little differently, but after all that nonsense, the two are closer than two peas in a pod!

Mmm... peas...

“Beel?” MC stepped into the Avatar of Gluttony’s room.

“Hi MC.” Beel was doing push-ups in the middle of the room, on the ground right beneath his head was a massive bowl of spaghetti that he bit into every time he completed a push-up. “Can you come stand on my back? I need the extra weight.”

“On your back?” MC padded closer. “Are you sure? It’s not going to hurt?”

“No, it’ll be okay.” Beel assured them. “Belphie and I did this all the time. Except Belphie is normally asleep.”

MC tentatively stepped onto Beel’s back. It was a balancing act to say the least, they eventually gave up on standing and ended up sitting cross legged between Beel’s shoulder blades.

“You did this with Belphegor?” MC asked.

“Yeah,” Beel sighed. “He was always too tired to exercise, but he’d let me bench press him sometimes...”

MC frowned and hugged their knees to their chest. Knowing full well that Beel’s twin wasn’t in the human world like Lucifer said was absolutely ripping them apart from the inside. Guilt felt just as rotten as their pride did when they were being belittled...

“Maybe you’ll see him again sometime soon.” MC whispered. “Maybe my father’ll come to his senses and let him come back down to the Devildom.”

Beel paused his push-ups for a brief moment, then nodded and went back to his eating exercising combo. “I hope so. He’ll like you, MC. I’m sure of it.”

MC nodded. “I... hope so.”

Beel’s a pretty decent flight teacher, but his wings are just so different from MC’s that it renders any tips he had next to useless.

“MC, maybe your wings aren’t flapping fast enough.”

“Beel, I appreciate the thought, but I’m not a hummingbird. Or a fly. I don’t need to flap my wings a million times a minute to stay afloat.”

Ah well, MC tried to take some of Beel’s advice, but their lower right wing cramped up and they ended up flying in circles until Beel was able to catch them. Ah well, better than the dumpster incident the previous week.

The Uncle That Passes Out in The Basement and You’re Not Allowed to Wake Him Up Even Though All Your Toys and Video Games Are Down There. He Also Picks a Fight With Your Dad’s New S/O Before He Passes Out. (Belphie)

Sitting in the attic was quite a drag, and this supposedly weak little human was quite the annoyance to try and call out to. It took a lot longer than expected, but when he heard little footsteps coming towards his prison, Belphegor nearly jumped with joy.

Oh... it... looked like Lucifer. Smelled like Lucifer. Stood like Lucifer. Quacked like Lucifer. Or... trilled..? Whatever sound a peacock made, this brat sounded an awful lot like Lucifer.

A... half-demon. Hmph. Belphie honestly thought Lucifer had actual standards. Not anymore, he guessed.

(Man I could fill a whole-ass fic with the Belphie betrayal thing, but for now let’s skip to post attic nonsense)

Okay so maybe MC wasn’t disgusting. They made a good nap buddy. It was cute when their wings came out when they were sleeping sometimes. Well... it was cute when they didn’t hit him in the face and make him wake up with his mouth full of feathers.

What Beel said had been true, Belphie made a good substitute when weights weren’t available, but Beel didn’t want MC to feel left out, so Belphie and MC ended up sitting on his back while he did push ups. MC once got bored and started playing Go Fish with Belphie on Beel’s back while he exercised.

Yes. MC is still a member of the Formerly-Anti-Lucifer League.

“Are you sure he’s not going to be too mad at us?” MC asked for the dozenth time that day. Detective Toe Beans was wrapped around their neck like a scarf (he had gotten so big!!!) while MC nervously sat in one of the Library chairs.

“Positive.” Belphie said with a toothy grin. “Besides, he’s like putty when it comes to you. Just give him your best puppy eyes and we’re not guilty on all charges.”

Putty..? Really..? Lucifer..? How strict was he before MC got there... they wondered.

“Sh! He’s coming!” Satan stuck his nose into a random book, it was the Oxford English Dictionary... and it was upside down.

Belphie pretended to pass out and MC decided that the best course of action was to stare deeply into their cat’s eyes. Yeah... that looked casual and not weird.

“Satan, MC, Belphie.” Lucifer nodded to the three of them as he walked towards the entrance to his study.

“Lucifer.”

“Afternoon, father.”

Belphie let out a cartoonishly loud fake snore that nearly caused both MC and Satan to break cover and start laughing.

Side note, Bean had adorable widdle eyes! That cute little face was just to die for-

“You three..!”

Belphie, Satan, and MC peeked their heads into Lucifer’s study, their handiwork was perfect. Everything was covered in red post it notes. Perfectly not harmful, but SO inconvenient!

“You’re all cleaning this up or so help me-”

“GO!” Belphie and Satan each grabbed one of MC’s arms (Satan also grabbed Bean) and sprinted out of the House of Lamentation. Maybe they’d move back there in twenty years... they hoped that Solomon and The Angels would let them crash at Purgatory Hall...

Belphie had used up his physical energy supply for the next four years. He passed out the moment they stepped into sanctuary. Time for a nap...

Flight practice? Ha. Belphie’s napping. Though, he was suspiciously awake and filming whenever MC did something stupid.

“Try not to suck so bad.”

“GO TO HELL BELPHIE!”

“I’m already there. Hell is every second I’m stuck here watching you fail.”

“YOU’RE GOING TO GET IT FOR THAT!”

Well... MC mastered the dive bomb that day. Lucifer bought them a cake.

Bonus! Your Dad’s New Husband! That Has Managed to Somehow Make Everyone Hate Him Despite the Fact That He’s A Cinnamon Roll. (Diavolo)

A mini Lucifer? A mini Lucifer!

Diavolo dotes on MC like he’d dote on his own kid. MC wants a crown? They’re getting a crown! A damn nice one too! MC wants a title? Here! MC is now... idk Ruler of the area between Majolish and Hell’s Kitchen.

Poor Uncle Mammon’s got some financial insecurity, he’s still the cool uncle... right?!

He is very much that ‘how do you do fellow kids?’ Meme.

He tries to do stereotypical ‘dad’ things but he’s not very good at them. Once he tried to host a barbecue...

Barbatos saved the day, but Mammon’s hair was still singed, Solomon’s cooking still gave Beel food poisoning (SOLOMON EATS TOXIC WASTE I SWEAR-), Luke still got hit in the face with a frisbee, and Simeon got an unhealthy dose of DAD NERVES and got so stressed everyone was almost blinded by the holy light he suddenly started blasting. We do not mention the water guns.

(Seriously whose bright idea was it to give Belphie and Satan water guns while they were in Lucifer’s presence?)

Praise Barbie. He’s too good for them.

“Um...” MC awkwardly held up the baseball, trying to look at it from all angles like it was a completely alien object. “Lord Diavolo... are you sure you want to play catch?”

Diavolo clapped his hands and bounced on the balls of his feet. “Yes! It’s a thing human fathers do with their children, correct? We must make up for lost time between you and Lucifer, right?”

Lucifer massaged his temples and nodded. “If you two would like to play catch...” Lucifer grimaced. “I will too.”

“Okay! MC, throw the ball to Lucifer!” Diavolo instructed.

Lucifer half heartedly held up his baseball glove as MC tossed him the ball. He caught it, and looked over at Diavolo, who was applauding like he just witnessed the greatest feat in sports history.

“Okay! Throw it to me!” Diavolo waved his glove in the air, Lucifer rolled his eyes and smiled. He threw the ball at Diavolo with... a lot of force. Enough force to probably dent steel... Diavolo caught it like it was nothing.

MC suddenly feared for their safety.

“Okay MC, catch!”

Diavolo threw the ball with enough force to break the god damn sound barrier. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration, but the ball sailed way over MC’s head and crashed right through a window.

“Oh my...” Diavolo put a hand on his hip and surveyed the damage to the window. “This isn’t so bad, I believe in human world TV shows this happens quite often. Look! The glass broke in a perfect circle!”

“Yay... property damage...” MC murmured.

Lucifer sighed and pulled out his DDD. “I’ll phone someone to replace the win-”

“Lucifer no! Now according to human world customs we must,” Diavolo took a deep breath, rushed forward, grabbed both Lucifer and MC’s hands and started sprinting away from the Demon Lord’s Castle. “RUN FOR IT!”

“Di- Diavolo!” Lucifer gasped.

“Who are we running from?! That’s your castle!” MC squeaked.

“I don’t know! Just run! That’s what the human TV show says to do!”

Weirdly enough, Diavolo was the best flight instructor. MC’s ability to fly increased tenfold after Diavolo found out that MC was learning to fly.

“You’re doing amazing MC! That was a perfect turn!”

“Thanks Lord Diavolo, I’m surprised I haven’t crashed into anyone or fallen yet!”

“Well, I highly doubt you’ll be crashing into anyone anymore, your flying is practically perfect now!”

Mammon proceeded to fly past them holding what looked like Lucifer’s wallet.

“M-mammon?!”

“Oh... I wonder what he’s doing. Look, MC! It’s Lucifer! Hello Lucifer dea-”

Lucifer ended up colliding with the two of them and sending them all crashing to the floor.

That was the last time MC fell during flying practice.

(We currently have a Go Fund Me set up for Mammon to get the funds necessary to flee the Devildom after that incident. Please donate to save- oh shit hi Lucifer-)

[mountswhore]

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 — mason mount

summary: on Mason’s day with Sydney, you have one strict rule: no messy or sticky food. but you end up coming home to a child and kitchen covered in food.

notes: with the prompts, it’s going to have a weird timeline of ages and genders. in some prompts, the baby will be newborn, or a toddler, or even a kid. sometimes it’ll be a boy, and sometimes it’ll be a girl.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

8. Little one getting food all over their face + 36. Little one leaving sticky fingerprints on everything they touch.

“Don’t let him play outside all day, it’s going to get really hot this afternoon.” You instructed, pulling your heels on as you sat on your bed. Today was one of the rare weekends you had work, and nobody else was free to cover. Which meant you’d have to sacrifice your time with your footballer husband and one-year-old. Mason hadn’t had a day yet of just him and Sydney, so you were running him through a few rules.

“I’ll be back at around 7, depending on how quickly I can get through my paperwork,” you mentioned, Mason following you downstairs like a puppy, but you quickly turned and stopped in front of him, “and for the love of God, no sticky food.”

“I’m not a sitter. I’m his dad, I think I have this.” Mason encouraged himself, but you knew how forgetful he was. He’d forget his head if it weren’t attached to him.

“I’m not doubting you, but it’s for my own sanity that you don’t give this kid honey, syrup, or anything gooey and sticky. Do you know how long I spent on my hands and knees scraping honey from the floor and highchair?” You exclaimed, rushing around the foyer to collect your things for work. Keys, bag, phone, folder.

“No,” Mason smirked, “but I can only imagine what that looked like.” His hand reached out to pull you closer, sliding down to your ass and squeezing it gently. You flicked his forehead and pulled yourself apart, rushing over to your son in the high chair.

“Goodbye, Syd.” You cooed, kissing him on the cheek a few times. “Mummy loves you, and have fun with daddy today. Look after him.” Sydney let out a few giggles, going to reach for your clean top with his banana-covered hands, but you quickly swerved out of the way.

You had gone over to the door, turning to give Mason a kiss. “If this goes well, you won’t have to imagine me on my hands and knees.” His mouth had dropped open slightly, smacking your ass on the way out and forcing you to release a squeal. “Bye, bubs.”

“Bye, have fun at work.”

Mason was having a good morning so far. You had left at 9, and he’d given Sydney breakfast, cleaned him up, got him dressed, taken him to the supermarket for some dinner ingredients, and let him have some time in the sun. But now it was getting to 3pm, and Sydney was having nothing.

“Come on, Syd.” Mason groaned, cradling his one-year-old, who had been crying ever since he came inside. “Are you hungry?” Sydney continued to cry, but this time looked up to his dad for a brief second. Mason, taking that as a yes, put his son into the high chair and scoured the kitchen for food.

“How about some jam sandwiches?” Mason suggested and turned to his son, just settling down after realising he’d be eating soon. He’d make the sandwiches, and even cut the crusts off, putting the finished product onto the tray of the high chair. “You stay here, I’m going to pick up the mess you made in the living room.”

He was shoving toys away into the corner box, his phone ringing on the coffee table behind him. It was you, you were on your second break and thought you’d check in. “Hey, bubs. How’s work?”

“Great. I might be finished earlier than 7, I’m zooming through my paperwork.” You replied, sat at your desk and scrolling through your hours worth of work.

“That’s my girl.” He added, proud of his wife who continued to prove herself every day to him, her drive was the sole reason he was attracted to her.

“How’s Syd? He’s not in the hospital being treated for severe wounds, is he?” You joked, leaning back in your uncomfortable office chair. With an office to yourself and a great view, you were aloud to freely talk to your family and friends with some privacy.

“Very funny. He’s just having a snack right now, I’m cleaning up his toys,” Mason answered, standing up and going back to the kitchen to check on his son. Only to be met with a child covered in strawberry jam. His hands, face, even his hair was covered in it. But the bread pieces were nowhere to be found. Mason thought he might have just eaten them, and made a mess of himself.

“Uh, oh.” Your son babbled, which you’d picked up on.

“Why did Syd just say ‘uh oh’, Mase?” You questioned, sitting up from your relaxed position. Mason must have done something for even Syd to realise was wrong.

“Not sure. Maybe he heard it in a song,” Mason panicked, frantically searching for the wipes. “See you soon, bubs.” Throwing his phone onto the counter, he pulled a chunk of wipes from the packet and began scrubbing his son’s hands and face. No amount of wipes would fix his hair, so he’d just have to have a bath.

“Does Syd want a bath?” Mason asked enthusiastically, holding his arms out and picking his son up. He was still sticky and reeked of strawberry jam still, he wondered if the smell would ever go away.

An hour later, Syd was finally clean and watching tv in the living room whilst Mason cleaned the kitchen. This boy had touched EVERYTHING. The countertops, the floor was covered in hardened jam, some was even flung at the fridge. Mason was on his hands and knees for almost half an hour, scrubbing the jam from the kitchen.

You hadn’t texted to say when you’d be home, so hearing the familiar tyres on the gravel was strange. He peeked through the window, spotting you getting out of your car. It was 6.50. Mason’s eyes widened, deciding to call it a day on cleaning and through any signs of jam into the bin.

“I’m home, bubs.” You called out, seeing your son comfortable on the couch. “Hello, mister. Did you and daddy have fun today?” Your son held his arms out, which you accepted and lifted him, carrying him into the kitchen with you. Mason was now chopping some ingredients, trying to act casual about having to clean jam from the kitchen and your son’s head and hands.

“Uh, oh.” Your son repeated, making you frown. What on Earth is he seeing? You looked around, putting your son down and walking slowly around the kitchen to assess any potential damage. Finally, you go to pick your son up but see him pointing at the counter, saying ‘uh oh’ once again.

And that’s why. “Bubs, where is there bread stuck the the side of the counter?” You questioned, Mason’s eyes widening as he threw the onion cuttings in the bin.

“I wouldn’t know.”

You peeled the bread off, seeing nothing other than jam on both the bread and counter. Sighing, you grabbed the sponge and anti-bac. Mason caught sight of you beginning to clean, immediately stopping you.

“No, bubs.” He grabbed the items from you, putting them above the fridge so you couldn’t get them. “I’ll do it. Go and sit down.” You just huffed, picking Sydney up and cradling him in your arms.

“What was the one thing I said, Mase?” You asked.

“No sticky foods. I know, I’m really sorry.” He replied, heart dropping at your tired face. You carried Syd to your bedroom, deciding to let him settle in there.

Half an hour later, Mason had emerged to see Sydney asleep on your chest, and you were both snuggled into his blanket. A quiet cartoon in the background. He couldn’t let that image go without snapping a picture, and then taking Sydney into his own bed. You were awake when Mason had returned, scrolling through your phone.

“Bubs,” he quietly spoke, sitting beside you. His hand was rubbing up and down your bare leg, testing the waters to see if you were actually mad at him. “I cleaned the kitchen, I made dinner. Are you okay with bolognese?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, stretching your legs and turning off the cartoon you’d listened to over and over again. “I’m sorry that I got mad, I just know what a mess Syd makes and I didn’t want to get home to it.”

Mason pulls you into him, your legs over his lap and arms tightly around his shoulders. “I know, I should’ve listened to you. But I cleaned it up, no more jam. Ever.”

“It was funny though. Before I fell asleep, I just had the image of you on your hands and knees scrubbing it.” You laughed, poking his chest, “but it’s fine. And thank you for doing everything today.” Mason grinned, lightly kissing your temple and looking down at you.

“I don’t know how you do it, honestly. Respect is due.” Mason whispered onto your lips, hovering over them every so gently. “Thank you for looking after our baby everyday, and allowing me to come home to dinner and a tidy house. You’re special.” Finally kissing you, Mason held you tight for the rest of that evening, showing you pictures of his jammy face and what they got up to throughout the day.

[unhinged-summer-fun]

To Build a Dynasty

Chapter 2: Clean Getaway Carol York x Dave York x Marcus Pike x F!Reader (22+)

Series Masterlist

Rating: Mature (Series overall Explicit)

Word count: 6430

Chapter summary: The Yorks take you away for a weekend.

Warnings: Marcus still ain’t here yet, M/F/F explicit sex (p in v and f receiving oral sex), daddy kink (from me? shocking), slight body insecurity, discussion of physical changes from pregnancy

Taglist is linked in my bio and my main masterlist!

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Carol York groaned as her head hit the pillow. Dave was still going through his usual evening routine, so she spoke her mind, never wanting to go to sleep angry. Going to bed angry was different, but going to sleep was the main sentiment she stuck with. “Your impulsivity is going to kill us all, Dave.”

Dave looked up from what he was doing, giving her a questioning look. “It’ll be fine.” He returned to his task.

“You said the same thing about the McCall thing two years ago. You came home with a neck wound. That’s not this family’s definition of fine.”

Dave sighed, thinking on her words while he worked his jaw a little.

“We handled that too,” he finally replied, though he couldn’t quite meet her eye. “Righteousness and morality don’t rule our lives. The law sure as fuck doesn’t. We rule our lives. And our livelihood.”

Carol sighed, feeling the same butterflies in her stomach that came every time Dave spoke with piercing conviction. He wouldn’t let this family fail. He’d been scolded once, and didn’t need to be told again. “Fine. Be sure you’re the one explaining your job to our new girlfriend, then.” She played with the fine curls at the nape of his neck, gently stroking her nails along the sensitive skin, sure to avoid where the aforementioned wound had been.

Her husband huffed a laugh, and rested his cheek on her thigh. “Can I finish eating you out now?”

“You may.”

You stared at your phone on the counter like it was an armed bomb. You hadn’t yet read the message on it, but there were three more that had popped up in the time spent contemplating it. The little gray bar that held the notifications covered J’s smiling face, a picture taken at last year’s school carnival.

The cameraphone was one of your favorite inventions. You had rolls and rolls of undeveloped film holding memories lost to the insurmountable effort it would have taken to get them developed. Back then, J didn’t need much more than food, diapers, and baby shampoo, so you’d used what extra cash you had as a single mom to buy disposable cameras. You had next to no photos of yourself and J. No one else was there to take them. All those years of J growing up were documented near-daily, but the last picture you remembered being in was just before you found out you were pregnant.

You were smiling, thinner, you wore pretty dresses and didn’t worry about things like tuition or college funds or having enough food to eat. You didn’t have silver piecing through your scalp like glimmering revelations of stress. You didn’t have premature wrinkles around your eyes, just your mouth where you had been smiling for the last eight months straight. The girl in that picture thought she had the rest of her life ahead of her, with the man she was smiling at.

The notification timed out and the smooth glass screen on your phone went black, reflecting the tired woman who had taken her place. Your heart sank at the image for a full second before the screen lit up again, showing Dave’s name and contact photo. He was calling you.

Surely seven text messages would have gotten across whatever he had to say, but then again, you weren’t answering those. You picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

Dave didn’t bother with greetings. He knew you knew who was calling. “What are you doing Labor Day weekend? Don’t say working.”

“I won’t say working,” you mumbled, putting him on speaker as you flicked over to your calendar app. “I’m checking.”

Dave was patient, and silent.

“I don’t have anything going on. I don’t even need to take time off work, they scheduled me off. What’s going on? Do you need me to watch Molly and Alice?” J would love to see them again so soon after the near-nightmare their last playdate with the Yorks had been for you.

“No,” he said, and you could hear his smile through the phone. “Carol and I, we own a cabin up on Deep Creek Lake. We like to take the girls out whenever we can to enjoy the nice weather. Is that something you and J would enjoy too?”

Your jaw opened slightly as you fought for words. Dave continued, as if you weren’t already sold on the idea.

“It’s got a dock area and a private lakeshore inlet, in case J isn’t too keen on swimming. We also have a hot tub, and a near-untouched wine cellar we’d love to put a dent in with you.”

“Dave…” you whispered, feeling overcome. You’d never thought your life would end up remotely close to how it was today, and he managed to take it all in stride. “I—”

Carol’s voice cut in. “Did she say yes?” she asked from some distance away.

“She hasn’t said anything yet, dear,” Dave said to her. To you, he made an inquiring noise. “You won’t have to worry about anything but packing for four days.”

“Yes, that sounds wonderful, Dave, thank you.” You covered your mouth to hide your wide grin. “Thank you.”

“Great!” he exclaimed. You could hear Carol making a happy squealing noise in the background, and you could easily picture her chestnut brown hair bouncing in her excitement. “J too?”

“J is only in the beginner swim group at school, but I can get them a life-vest if—”

“Nonsense, we’ll take care of it. All we want is the two of you. We’ll go a pretty long way to make that happen.” The timbre of his voice had dropped low, hitting you in the gut with that same warm feeling you’d been fighting that first night together.

“You don’t have to do that…” you said, flustered.

“Let me anyway?” he said, a hopeful little laugh at the end of his question.

You didn’t hide your smile this time. “Okay.”

The cabin was what the Yorks called ‘small’. To you and J, it was a veritable lakeside fortress, hidden among the bushy black locust trees and old-growth tamaracks. Towering pines and near-extinct chestnuts covered the whole area in blessedly cool shade, a long way from the Maryland summer that was boiling the capitol like lobsters. Though what bones remained of the original house were erected in the sixties, Carol explained on the three-hour drive Thursday night, the Yorks had been renovating and making over the whole property since they were given the place as a wedding present in the early nineties. The dark gray and blue cabin blended in with its lush natural surroundings, pine needles pervading every inch of the roof except for the skylights peeking from the shale exterior.

When you’d arrived, you hadn’t been able to see the true glory of the Yorks’ getaway cabin, but after a very tired night spent curled up beside J in the guest bedroom, you gave yourself permission to walk around. J was playing with the girls in the wide backyard, which Dave assured you went on for a few acres, so you didn’t need to worry about strangers on the property. If the York family home in North Potomac was anything to go on, with its state-of-the-art home security, invisible infrared fenceline, and wide space between neighbors, you expected that this house had some semblance of the same. Dave’s job at the DIA was comfortable where your pharmaceutical administrative job was not, and you were surprised you felt no shred of jealousy from the things they had.

The Yorks were well adept at sharing, after all.

You admired the craftsmanship on the deck. You knew nothing about deckmaking or general hardware, but Carol had likened Dave to an old sea captain for the two months he’d taken over the summer to build the thing himself. “He would stare at it from the window, still as death for hours, when he wasn’t working on it, like it would grow legs and walk away if he ever blinked.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” you laughed, grinning.

“It wasn’t the deck, it was this raccoon that kept coming around—” Dave started.

“It was not the Ghost Raccoon that haunts your remodeling sites,” Carol rolled her eyes, grinning.

“It was! There’s this raccoon. It knows. It knows when I go to Lowe’s. It shows up with its little stupid hands like it’s gonna help me build a railing or dig a firepit. It watches me.” This was the most paranoid (and dare you say silly) you’d ever seen Dave act, and it took your breath away to see him so put out by an animal.

Carol leaned in to whisper at you, another breathtaking sight you couldn’t get enough of. “You should have seen him during the IKEA incident.”

“I heard that!”

From the deck, you moved around the beautiful, covered and screened, wrap-around porch that provided as much cross-breeze as possible without letting in the pesky lake bugs (or mysterious remodel-obsessed raccoons). The entire place spoke of a shared dream between two people with impeccable taste, and had the makings of a place to grow old and die at from the first time you looked at it. The way Carol and Dave carried themselves here spoke to that theory as well. You looked out over the backyard, wide and grassy up to the sandy, rocky shoreline of the lake. Molly was chasing Alice with a lizard she’d found on a tree, and J was begging her to put it back on the ground. It bloomed a kind of quiet peace you’d never imagined getting to experience.

You thought back to that girl in the photo. She never imagined peace was something she wanted out of life. Most of her hopes and dreams boiled down to him.

“You’ve got some heavy thoughts for someone on vacation,” Dave said from behind you, coming up to rest his hands on your waist. You still weren’t entirely used to the closeness he craved around you, nor Carol’s easy affections. For now, they kept it out of sight of J and the girls, until you all had a better hold on what exactly was going on between the three of you. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing bad, I promise,” you assured him, twisting to look up at him, to show him your eyes and thus, your honesty. “I was just thinking about how peaceful it was out here. Everything feels so solid, where back in D.C., it…”

“Feels like a storm?” he asked, brushing his nose over the tip of yours.

You nodded. “A lot of shit kicked up at work right before I left on Thursday. I’m surprised I haven’t been called back in, or called at all.”

Thursday afternoon, just before the temporary office manager had given you all the last two hours off, six federal agents had walked into the manager’s office, carrying briefcases and badges that got your blood pressure skyrocketing. You hadn’t been able to tell what happened next, because you were told to log out of your terminal and go home, enjoy the long weekend, with the unspoken caveat of it’ll be the last one for a while.

“Don’t dwell on it, sweetheart,” he said, kissing your cheek. “The world will be there for you to face it on Tuesday. But right now it’s Friday. And that means you’re mine.”

He kissed you fully now, hungry as he spun and pressed you against him. He tasted like coffee and the protein bar he’d had when he finished with his run that morning. The sight of him sweaty and vascular walking through the door had been enough to startle you silent in your conversation with Carol, and he’d watched you with the kind of far-away desire that came from a man too wrapped up in his workout to notice anyone else.

That had been almost two hours ago, now. He still felt just as thick and strong as he’d looked then, only now he was in loose comfortable jeans and a soft tee, and he was kissing you against one of the porch posts like he knew exactly how much strain he could put on it. You whined into his mouth, some soft plea from the back of your throat that begged him for something.

He spoke the language of desire and passion, however. He knew what you needed, and spun you inside where you would feel safer, where you would open yourself up to more, with a roof over your head and solid arms and walls around you. Your own arms wound around his neck as he deepened the kiss, pinning you to the white quartz kitchen island with nothing but his hips. His tongue pushed into your mouth, tasting you the way you couldn’t help but love. Your whimper of pleasure had turned into a low, sinful moan, the form of your want gaining shape and edge, things Dave was made of.

But still.

“Tell me what you want, pretty thing,” he rasped, his nose and lips dragging down over your jaw to your neck. His kisses pressed into your throat, over your pulse, and for a moment, you thought he’d bite you, but then he stilled in that unnatural way he could do, he stood like stone and waited for your response.

“I… tonight.” You were astonished by the words coming out of your mouth. “I want to fuck you tonight. And Carol.” You sounded so silly when you spoke of such things, like the words didn’t know the shape of your mouth and vice versa. “But until then… you can kiss me however you want.”

Dave grinned, pulling back and cupping the sides of your face. “I can make that happen, babydoll.” He needed a moment to put his body back in control of his mind, but once he did, he reveled in the feeling of simply getting to kiss you lazily in the kitchen, the way he’d longed to that first night, the night that had changed things for you all.

“Looks like things are getting cozy in here,” Carol said, still putting on an earring as she walked further into the kitchen. You could only smile widely at her. What once would have been a jolt of panic was instead joy, feeling like the group was complete again with her near. She approached the two of you, and drew a hand down your back. She was much shorter than Dave, but you were almost the same height as him.

Bravely, you leaned over and kissed her, the fresh rose scent of her lip balm wrapping you in a feminine cloud while Dave held you close with his strong arms. Carol was delighted to kiss you, pressing forward and gently sighing. Dave’s hand left your hip to rest on Carol’s back, and the three of you embraced calmly as the fevered frenzy drifted back into peace.

While Dave got the hot tub set up, you and Carol put the kids down for bed. Once stories were read, foreheads kissed, and little arms and legs tucked in, you slipped back to the master suite to change. “I haven’t worn a bikini in so long,” you said, covering your nerves with what you hoped sounded like excitement.

The last time you’d been in any state of undress had been with your last boyfriend, the last time your body was unchanged by pregnancy. You remembered fighting your mental state as you grew and changed, choosing to cover it up with big shirts and jackets instead of showing off the incredible thing your body was doing.

Carol seemed to know where your mind was heading anyway. “The first time I had sex with Dave after having Molly, I cried almost the whole time.”

It was difficult to picture someone like Carol York crying out of any emotion but happiness. She carried herself with confidence and authority, but never let herself come across as unapproachable or ashamed of her body.

“We were still working through some post-partum depression. He had taken a whole month of family leave to be with me, and then two days after he went back in he came right back home on leave again. He knew I needed him. He got so upset that I tried to cover the stretch marks and the discoloration and the belly flab and… well, you know. I wasn’t crying because I was ashamed. I was crying because I knew he loved me, and all the new parts of me that helped bring our daughter into the world.”

You didn’t know what to say. It took you off-guard to be spoken to so honestly like this. Carol trusted you down to the bones of her. You couldn’t help the pricking of tears behind your own eyes. She came over and put her hands on your shoulders. “We’re not going to forsake the forest for its trees. You’re beautiful and strong. Your body is that of an enduring, loving woman. And we love you.”

Unable to take the sudden surge of emotion, you pulled her forward into your arms. Her arms didn’t miss a beat wrapping around you.

You were all adults, adults with children, with families. The kind of love between you stretched to that of families. You knew you loved the Yorks, loved them for endless reasons, but you loved them also because you loved that you and J were no longer alone in the world. “I love you, too,” you croaked into her hair.

“It’s okay, I know it might feel fast but we won’t let you fall. We promise.”

“Everything okay in here?” Dave’s voice came from the doorway. A warm, callused hand pressed against your bare shoulders.

“We’re good, just telling her she’ll be sexy when she gets her cute butt into that bikini.”

The Yorks give you some privacy while you change, despite the after-hot-tub activities you had planned. The bikini was in white, bought on a whim when you had a few free hours with J. They had seen you try it on, and hadn’t given you a chance to even think about frowning before they demanded you buy it. The thought of your child seeing you doubt yourself enough to respond this way hurt your heart, but you were warmed by their sentiment. With that memory and Carol’s words in mind, you walked back into the bedroom, where Dave stood in some small trunks, and Carol held a few towels, having already changed into her pink bandeau two-piece.

Their eyes held matching hunger when they saw you. Their quiet conversation silenced completely, gazes raking up your legs to your hips to your chest to your face and back down again for good measure. You felt thoroughly ogled, and for the first time in a long time, it flattered the hell out of you. “We gonna go in the hot tub or just stand there?”

Dave broke first, taking the towels from his wife and leading the way out onto the back deck, where the hot tub stood on a raised platform. Carol had explained Dave’s meticulous pool care routines earlier, the house in D.C. being something of a third child to him since its installation. She’d also told you about the “pool-cleaning uniform” she bought him.

That had been a fun conversation.

Carol had a bottle of wine open on the patio waiting on ice. In the balmy late summer evening, it was a reprieve. The three of you shared a wordless cheers together, clinking glasses and trying not to think too hard on any expectations for tonight.

The wine felt great on your tongue. Especially at the beginning after you’d had J, you’d abstained from anything that wasn’t wholly nutritional and on-budget. At the one or two apartment quad parties you’d visited, you’d accepted a cup of light beer here and there, but you were always wary of their intentions, especially considering the few risky moments you’d survived in Tallahassee bars in your youth.

Carol climbed in first, setting her drink in the raised cupholder and settling into the burbling jets with a happy sigh. Even in the warmth of the lakeside, steam rose up from the water’s surface. You broke next, sitting at her left. Dave was hot on your heels, sliding in behind you and bookending you between the two of them.

You tried not to get too excited, just enjoying the heat of the water and the rhythmic pressure of the jets at every angle. Occasionally, your feet would brush under the water, but like before, there were no apologies or things to be said at this moment.

Carol looked overly pleased in the comfortable silence. You glanced over at her to see why. Her left foot was dragging up Dave’s leg, visible from the lights in the floor. Dave, on the other hand, looked calm as ever, eyes closed with one hand casually wrapped around his wine glass. His toned shoulders and chest had a few scars here and there, but who among you didn’t, save your children?

He cracked an eye open at his wife. “Already?” He asked, lips curling into a smirk. From just the long day of driving and getting the house ready, a darker shadow of stubble was making itself known along his cheeks and jaw, a darkening above and beneath his lips. He must shave every day.

“Can you blame me?” Carol giggled, sipping her wine and slipping down some more so she could tease along his inner thigh. Dave’s resolve held. Carol must have loved to tease. “There’s a beautiful woman in here with us.”

It was like there was a sudden spotlight on you. Two pairs of dark brown eyes snapped over to you. Your face flushed with blood at the attention, and you gripped your thighs from where they’d been pressing together. Dave slid closer with effortless ease, humming as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You shivered at the touch. “You like seeing Carol get handsy?” He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear so he could murmur directly to you. You jumped as a hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling it over so you could feel the outline of his cock against your palm. You gasped. “Feel what she did to me?”

You couldn’t speak, could hardly breathe as you looked up at him. Dave lowered his face to yours and kissed you. His mouth was blessedly cool from the wine, and he wasted no time pushing his tongue into your mouth, grinding up into your hand and groaning filthily against your lips.

And then he was gone. You blinked, dazed, to find him just a half a foot away from you. His hand still rested on your shoulder, thumb gently stroking your collarbone. “You alright, baby?” He asked, eyes bright and attentive.

“Why’d you stop?” You whined petulantly. Something flashed dark and domineering in his eyes, that flash of him that came about when you’d been in his office that first time, the unnamed third Dave you’d yet to be acquainted with. Did he like a bit of a whiny brat in bed?

Smaller hands and a full pair of breasts pressed against your shoulder blades, before those hands moved to hold you around your middle. “How long has it been since someone’s touched you like you wanted?” Carol asked sweetly in your ear, laying kisses down your jaw and neck. 

“Shit… before that night with Dave… eight years?” You said breathily, arching into their touch as it gradually returned. The Yorks shared a look you didn’t quite catch, so lost as you were to the feeling. Later, they would explain their worries about overwhelming your intimacy-starved body all at once. One partner could be too much; two may have short-circuited you entirely.

“Looks like we have some making up to do. Why don’t you come sit on Daddy’s lap? Both of you.” Your mouth went dry despite the taste of wine still in it, the afterburn of Dave’s tongue still there against yours. You could only respond in a helpless moan, letting your forehead fall against his broad shoulder as you nodded. You didn’t quite trust your legs to move where you wanted them to, which Dave caught onto quickly. Broad hands spanned your hips and pulled you out of Carol’s embrace, situating you astride one of Dave’s thighs, spread wide to accommodate the both of you. 

Carol joined you, happily kissing Dave as she rocked her hips beneath the water, a pleasured sigh leaving her lips. “Good girl, Carol. Why don’t you take off your top for me?”

Carol didn’t immediately follow his suggestion, instead turning toward you to take your hand. Slowly, she pulled your fingers up and into her mouth, where she sucked them clean and coated them with her spit before bringing it to the knot at the nape of her neck. It took you a moment to catch her drift.

Your hands only shook a little as you undid the knot, pulling the spandex cord free and letting the cups of her swim top fall toward her tummy. Her breasts spilled out, nipples hard and dusky. You couldn’t look away as Dave leaned forward to suck on one of them. The hand he had wrapped around your waist to keep you in place tightened against your skin. He made a noise of contentment, of enjoyment, as he laved and licked over the tight buds on her breasts. From here, you could see evidence of the stretch marks bearing two children had brought her. The surgery scars from her Caesarian. You wanted to lick and kiss at each and every one of them.

“C’mere, baby,” Carol murmured, leaning over to kiss you before your jaw could fall open any further. She liked to use her teeth to get what she wanted, the sharper points of her nails doing what they couldn’t down on your thigh. You shivered and moaned against her mouth, all at once feeling every nerve fire at once and a blissful numb slide you were addicted to. 

You couldn’t keep track of time the longer you sat there on Dave’s lap. You don’t know when you started rocking your hips, but the friction against your clit and the tense strength of Dave’s thigh had you gasping into Carol’s mouth and struggling to keep upright. “That’s it, baby. That’s it.”

Dave’s fingertips came up to brush the top of the triangles covering your breasts, just tracing where it gave way to skin, the plush way your body changed when you became a mother. “Can we take this off, babydoll?” Dave rasped, looking up at you with all his attention. You knew in that moment a kind of stunning clarity: if you said no, if you said stop or slow down, they would both listen and heed you instantly.

But you didn’t want slow.

You didn’t want to stop.

“Yes, Daddy,” you said, when you could get your lips to work again. Dave’s grin, and the lights shining from beneath you three, made him look like an angel. You couldn’t help yourself, surging toward him to kiss him deeply.

Carol plucked at the strings at your mid-back and neck until they fell away entirely, baring your top half to them both. Dave wasted no time cupping one of your breasts and sucking the other into his mouth. The feeling was so abrupt that you couldn’t help the sharp noise or surprise that leapt out of your throat, nor could you help the hand you wound into his hair, pulling at the longer strands on top. He moaned against you, the vibrations making your vision go fuzzy for a moment before you resumed your rocking.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Carol whispered into your ear, reaching around you to embrace you, helping you rock your hips as they stuttered and faltered the closer you got to your peak. “Gonna cum all over his leg like this?” She asked, grinding you down harder. You nodded against her, foreheads pressed together so she got a closer-than-front-row seat of your unfocused, glassy gaze. “Good girl.”

For whatever fucking reason, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back, your hips snapping forward and your whole body going taut as you came untouched for the first time since Marc—

“That’s a good girl, what a beautiful girl, cumming for Daddy like that…” Dave’s voice filtered back in as you came back to earth. All at once, your strings were cut, and you slumped against him with another moan of gratitude. “Feel good, babydoll?”

You nodded, melting against him happily. Carol stroked your spine. “You wanna keep playing, baby? Night is young.”

“Yes,” you said, voice a little choked and all over the place. Your body felt all out of whack, but well on its way to being back in good form. Dave and Carol would take care of you. You knew they would. 

“I’m gonna get a shower running, then.” Carol kissed your shoulder and left the hot tub. Idly, you felt Dave reaching over to fiddle with some buttons and knobs at the control panel. One by one, the jets and lights turned off.

“Think you can get up and out, babydoll?” He asked in your ear. “Or do you need another minute?”

“C’n do it…” you slurred, moving sluggishly but steadily as you walked out of the tub. He retrieved your top and apparently all of Carol’s swimsuit before covering the tub and going inside.

The shower was running, in a huge tiled bathroom with custom windows and plumbing. The master bath had been one of the last things they did at this place, and it showed by the expert attention to detail you were coming to associate with Dave’s handiwork. In the walk-in shower, Carol waited, sitting on a built-in bench completely nude and all sudsed up. She’d already rinsed out the chlorine from her hair with a soft sponge. The soap smelled like eucalyptus and lavender.

The details of the next few minutes passed in a heady, warm buzz as they washed you off and scrubbed down. You giggled at the fact they were getting you clean just to get you messy again, which made Dave chuckle and kiss you against the wall.

“I’ll get you messy whenever I damn well like, how’s that?” He asked, his voice suddenly deeper and more resonant in the small space. You shivered and moaned, looking up at him through your eyelashes submissively.

“Yes, please.”

“Yes, please, what?” Dave snapped.

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

His lips were back on yours in a heartbeat, claiming and hot and possessive as you whined and writhed against him. This was all you needed, to be here with him, and here with her, feeling wanted and loved, desired and touched. “I love you,” you gasped, feeling the length of his cock pressing hard and hot against your thigh. You flailed a little, reaching for Carol. You turned from Dave, feeling his mouth smear against your cheekbone as you breathed the same declaration against her lips.

The sentiment echoed from each of you as you eventually rinsed off and toweled off enough to justify moving to the bed. You were laid out like something precious, something fragile and revered, and they bracketed your body on either side once more. You traded lazy kisses with one another, until your curious hands trailed down to paw at the two of them. 

Your hand brushed against Dave’s cock, making him groan and grind against you. You managed a grip around him, just as Carol guided your hand between her thighs. She was still hot and damp between the legs from the shower, but when you dipped your fingertips between her lips, you found her arousal already dripping from her cunt. You moaned happily, and your lovers happily used your body to heighten their pleasure for a bit as they exchanged kisses over top of you and with you.

When Dave rolled up to stand at the end of the bed, he pulled your legs with him, spreading them with strong, sure hands. “Look at you. Dripping for me.”

“How do you know she’s not dripping for me?” Carol said, gasping softly as you ground the heel of your palm against her clit. Dave almost seemed to smirk at her uncomposed state.

“Looks like you’re doing a good job dripping for her. Why don’t you let her taste you. Sit on her face, Carol.”

You made an eager noise, tugging Carol up to your face as your mouth watered at the very thought of eating her pussy. When Dave’s fingers circled your entrance, you gave a long groan. Carol settled atop you, her breasts and her tummy blocking your view of her face, but you didn’t mind. You loved the sight of her, and more than that, you loved the scent of her arousal.

Your tongue curled up through the glossy lips of her pussy, and you moaned delightedly at the taste. This was one of your favorite things to do, or at least it had been, before you’d been a mother. You fell into the familiar motions and rhythm easily, the ache in your tongue and jaw settling happily across your nerve endings.

As you ate her out, Dave fingered you open, keeping his lips near-fused to your clit as he prepared you to take his cock. Carol pulled your hair as she rode your mouth, making a mess of your nose and chin and cheeks. The stretch and ache at both ends made your senses sing. For the first time in nearly a decade, you were able to forget everything that had ever worried you and just exist in the comfortable intimacy of sex again. You hardly noticed the grateful, happy tears sliding down your face, but Carol did. She wasn’t upset at all, just glad to see you were enjoying yourself.

When Dave worked you up to three fingers comfortably, your body remembering what to do and where to relax, he pulled out and pressed a wet kiss to your cunt. “You want my cock now, babydoll?”

Carol raised up enough for you to answer him. You moaned out a yes, half-garbled and wanton. She reclaimed her throne upon your mouth shortly after.

There was a collective holding of breath as Dave pushed into you. They knew you were on birth control, if just for some kind of stability in your life, so you had no qualms about him not using protection. He’d only ever been with Carol his whole life. Some part of you still knew that even if you were to get pregnant here and now, they would take care of you, love you, and never judge you.

You felt full of him almost immediately. You knew this cock would wreck you, and his hands would put you back together just as brutally. You couldn’t wait. You whined and whimpered into Carol’s cunt, licking into her with renewed desperation.

“Shh, shh baby, we got you. Need us to stop?” She asked, cheeks flushed pink from how you were working her over. You shook your head and rolled your hips, encouraging Dave to sink deeper into your body. He rocked back, the friction sending tremors of feeling through your body, manifesting in your fingertips, digging into Carol’s thighs.

The three of you moved in an unhurried unison, rocking and swaying together like you were in a trance of some kind. You very well could have been; Carol’s pussy held some kind of new nirvana, some promised land for you. Being split open on Dave’s cock carried a revelatory feeling with it. You really had been neglecting your sexual spirit. You could feel parts of you long-broken begin to fuse back together, repaired like pottery with seams of platinum strengthening and beautifying the broken places. Your fingers traced Carol’s stretch marks, like silvery little bolts of lightning across her body. You were both the same, inside and out. Those happy tears came again.

When Carol came apart on your tongue, you could taste the very rapture she was feeling. Dave’s relentless pace kept your mouth moving against her until she rose up on shaky thighs to escape the overstimulation. Dave took the chance to kiss you filthily, licking in and tasting his wife all over you. Your bodies rolled together quicker now, the both of you chasing your highs as one. Carol gripped Dave by the hair, earning her a warning growl as his hips turned feral, demanding.

“C’mon, Daddy. Give it to me.” The taunt was spoken out of curiosity. You wanted to feel Dave let go. You wanted to feel the ache of him between your legs in the morning, for the next hundred thousand mornings. His hands went to your knees, lifting them up and pinning them backwards to the comforter as he let loose. The slap of his balls against your ass sounded so fucking filthy. It brought another deep flush of heat to your face.

“You want Daddy to give it to you hard like this, babydoll? Want to get used a little rougher? I hear you, I know, I know.” He reached up and grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to cease your pleasured thrashing this way and that. He was immovable. His grip, his touch, it was nothing if not intentional and unnegotiable.

He exuded power and lust as he fucked you within an inch of your life. You could feel him all the way up in your fucking throat like this, deeper than you could have ever imagined with him. He trembled with whatever last vestiges of control he used to hold back that which would harm you. That shake, that very struggle with his primal desires, is what drove you over the edge. He swallowed the cry of pleasure you gave, mindful even now of the little ears in the house. He finished inside you with a half-dozen thrusts later, growling against you as he shook through the aftershocks.

Now both full of and covered in your lovers’ cum, you allowed your body to float back into place with your mind, idly feeling the two of them clean you up and get you tucked in.

I love yous and thank yous were exchanged as punctuations to your goodnight kisses. The morning would bring with it another day just like the last. You could get used to this.